#nor does he need to have his shirt undone

[benoits-neckerchieves]

That’s it that’s the post

[highdefhoetry]

in the library.

cw: nsfw!! female reader, public sex in library (discreet), penetration (vaginal fingering), handjob, blowjob

summary: you’re desperate to stay quiet. he’s determined to make you scream.

There are only a handful of people in the library when you run into Zayne. You cross paths in the last aisle, where the “adult” novels could be found. You were trying to take a Nora Roberts book from the shelf when your hand brushed against something cold yet familiar. When you looked up, your eyes met those of your classmate. Well, former, back when you two were in the same gen ed course. He stood calmly on the other side of the shelf with a piercing gaze that sent chills down your back. 

“(Y/N),” he greets you with a slight nod of his head. 

“Dr. Zayne,” you awkwardly return his greeting, but when you look back to the empty space on the shelf, you find he’s already gone. He appears at your side in a heartbeat, his hazel eyes focused on the book you’re holding. 

“I’m not a doctor yet,” he corrects you.

“Haven’t you skipped a bunch of courses, though? You’re pretty much set to be one by the end of the year.”

“Unlikely. I still have a ways to go.”

Suddenly you become hyper aware of how close he’s standing. His shoulder brushes against yours as he takes the book from your hand in one smooth motion. You watch as his elegant fingers sift through the worn down pages, gently tugging each one at the corners. 

“For Now, Forever,” he reads the title. “An excellent choice.”

“You’ve read Nora Roberts?”

“Is that so surprising?”

“Well, yeah. I thought you only read boring medical texts.”

“That’s mostly true. But even I need breaks from my studies.”

“Breaks to read smutty novels?”

Silence. It seems you’ve caught him off guard. He clears his throat, and you notice his ears reddening a little.

“I was only curious about this one because it involved characters in the medical field,” he gives you a weak excuse. “I’m not a connoisseur of erotica, unlike some people.”

“Hey! Don’t say it like that. You make me sound like some kind of pervert.”

He chuckles softly at your expense.

“If I’m not mistaken, this novel in particular has a number of… graphic scenes,” he comments, his eyes drifting to your face in the process.

“I mean, yeah… all of her books are like that,” you say, trying to sound casual despite your heated cheeks. It was embarrassing having him comment on things like this so candidly. And by the way he was smirking, you could tell he was doing it on purpose. 

“You must have enjoyed these lewd scenes, too. Or else you wouldn’t have read it.”

A sudden streak of mischief takes over. You take a small step forward, closing the gap between you. His lips part as if he’s about to say something, but he remains silent.

“Speaking of that…” you tease. “Do you remember the part where they’re in the library? I think it went a little something like this…”

You place your hands on his chest, running them over his iron-pressed shirt to feel the muscles underneath. The hem is tucked into the waistband of his pants; you tug on it ever so slightly until it comes undone, allowing you access to his bare skin. He doesn’t stop you when you sneak your hands under his shirt, nor does he protest when you run your palms on his stomach. You hear his breath hitch slightly when you wander a little too low; as soon your eyes drift down and fall on the tent poking through his fitted pants, he suddenly grabs your hand and holds it firmly.

You look up again, locking eyes with the doctor in training, whose stony expression still hasn’t cracked. Although, he is looking a bit more strained…

“Zayne…?”

He pauses for a moment. Then, you see the corners of his lips curl up in a tiny smirk.

“...I remember it going a little differently.”

His steely eyes meet yours once again. You sense something deep inside them, struggling to break free, yet his demeanor remains as cool and controlled as ever. How many times have you wanted to break through that cold facade of his and curl up with the warmth of his heart? He hid it so well, but even the strongest armor had cracks. 

While you’re lost in thought, something flutters against your thigh, snaking up the hem of your skirt. The feeling makes your skin quiver, and you clamp a hand over your mouth to muffle a small cry. Meanwhile, his fingers reach the lace edges of your panties and tug them down until they’re right above your knees. The sudden rush of cool air makes you shiver.

“Zayne…” you whisper, trying to keep quiet so you don’t garner the attention of the other visitors, or worse, the librarians themselves. You look around anxiously to make sure no one is nearby while his hands grope your thighs and hips. He takes his time feeling you up before finally caressing his cold hand on your outer lips. It makes you jump, but soon you feel a warmth spread through your body, fueled by his gentle circling of your clit.

“Shhh,” he leans forward to whisper in your ear, right before sliding a finger inside you.

You let out a tiny gasp, forcing back a moan as he curls his finger upwards, seeking out the elusive spot he knows will make you cum hard. He finds it and begins to stroke the spongy walls, slowly at first, then with a bit more force. All while pumping those beautiful fingers of his in and out, in and out, in a steady rhythmic fashion. It’s taking everything in you not to scream and moan. He chuckles as he watches your face twist in pleasure and your strained efforts to silence yourself.

“Mmm… mmph!!”

“Calm down,” he croons. “You need to stay quiet in the library.”

It’s the same thing the male lead had said to the heroine of the story. You remember it vividly, for you had pictured yourself in this exact scenario, with this exact same man. Zayne’s hands are quick and skilled; his thumb continues massaging your clit, putting just enough pressure on it to warm you up without bringing you over the edge. It’s driving you mad, how gentle yet forceful he is. He stares down at you from his massive height, lips slightly curved upwards in an amused smile while you fight to remain silent as his hands and fingers roam your body. Your heart has begun to pound so intensely you wonder if he can actually hear it.

You’re close. He can sense it, too. He chuckles again when you grab onto his arms, as if bracing yourself for impact. You squeeze your eyes shut as wave after wave of electrifying pleasures surge through your body. It’s taking everything in you not to scream. You force back every moan, only letting little gasps and groans escape when he hits you in just the right place. And from the grin on his face, you can tell it amuses him to no end.

A few moments later, you finally cum. You bite your lip, feel your eyes roll in the back of your head, let out fluttered sighs as you squirt all over his hand. He caresses your waist and hips, relishes the way you twitch and shudder under his hands. The orgasm made you extra sensitive, so every touch feels like cold fire. You open your eyes to meet his, letting your lips part as you take in large gulps of air while trying to regain your composure. His soft gaze makes your heart dance. He doesn’t say anything, opting instead to admire the sight of your flushed skin and relieved expression.

But his own expression soon turns to one of restraint. His gaze falters when he feels your hand grope the tent in his pants. You rub the tip with an increasing amount of pressure and smile when you hear stifled grunts emerge from his throat. His brows furrow slightly in determination, as if he is focusing all his attention on retaining his composure. But you see the mask slip when you unzip his pants and let loose his stiff member.

Still covered by black boxers, you sneak your hands into the slit in the middle and take hold of his shaft. He grunts softly, almost losing it when you begin caressing the tip and teasing the length of his cock. You start off slow and take your time fondling him, noting what makes him sigh and gasp and when his breath becomes more erratic, more desperate. 

You pause briefly to look around, once again making sure that no one is looking, before falling to your knees.

Before he can protest, you take his cock in your mouth and run your tongue along his shaft, stopping only to kiss and lick his tip before going on. The muffled sounds he’s making are delightful. His grunts start off quiet, but the longer you suck him off, the louder they grow. He grabs fistfuls of your hair, firmly but gently so as not to hurt you, and pulls you close until his cock is hitting the back of your throat. You suppress the urge to gag; it won’t be much longer until he cums.

After a few deep thrusts and more teasing from your mouth and tongue, he erupts his load into you, gasping quietly while still holding onto your locks. You taste his cum and swallow it all, savoring the warmth he’s given you. You slowly guide his cock out of your mouth and stand back up, smiling at him while his heavy breathing subsides. He zips up his pants with a relieved sigh, as if he just released a lifetime’s worth of stress.

“Well?” you whisper. “How did it end, again…?”

Zayne looks down at you with eyes full of affection, taking your chin in hand and gently pulling your face up.

“I believe it went like this.”

He kisses you softly, and his icy exterior melts in your hands.

[lovelytsunoda]

i can't get no satisfaction // mick schumacher

summary: camping out in the library after hours, and too stressed to retain information, the student librarian has an idea about how take all of that stress away. and it doesn’t involve reference books.

pairing: college librarian!mick x student reader

warnings: sex in a library, semi-public sex, this is so fucking filthy, mick is a sweetheart but he has a dirty fucking mouth. mentions of masturbation and sex toys. why does this man bring out the feral in me? the terms ‘librarian’ and ‘sir’ used in a sexual context (but in a playful way…for the most part)

authors note: now tell me why I can add a song here but tumblr won’t let me add ‘shallow’ as a song link to my angsty top gun fic and I had to publish it without?

there was a reason she always picked that table. a reason she’d started coming to the library in tight tops and cutoff shorts.

it gave her the prime viewing across the old library, beyond the green tiffany lamps, at the perfectly coiffed head of of blonde hair that rested behind the check in desk.

mick fucking schumacher. he was the reason most girls came to the library, if she was to be honest.

however, there was no time for that today, astronomy textbooks strewn across her table as she poured over star charts. she didn’t realize how late it had gotten, her test review notes only half filled out and an exam creeping up on her.

her ballpoint pen trailed across the computer paper as she recorded the names of the main theories behind how the moon formed, mumbling to herself in an attempt to remember the facts better. she had one Bluetooth earbud in, playing jazz music softly to prevent her mind from wandering.

it was all hands on deck if she wanted a chance in hell of passing her elective course.

two hands clapped down on her shoulders. she started, yelping as her pen trailed a thick black line across her page before clattering to the floor. heart racing, she yanked her headphone out, head whirling to see who had interrupted her.

“oh my goodness, I’m so sorry.”

mick. he stood behind her, clad in tight black slacks and and untucked dress shirt, the top few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to just before his elbows.

and, oh god, were her nipples perking up underneath her halter top?

“no, no, I should have paid more attention.” her voice was shaking, cracking slightly. “did you need something?”

“we closed like, fifteen minutes ago.” mick said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t want to disturb you, but I’m not getting paid overtime and I kind of wanted to go home.”

she sighed, massaging her forehead wrinkles with her fingertips. “yeah, okay. sorry, I didn’t realize how late it was getting.”

her stomach sank to the floor. she felt guilty for keeping him, and a sense of crushing dread when she realized how little information she really retained.

and under the student librarians gaze, his stunning ocean eyes boring holes into her skull?

she’d be damned to admit it out loud, but she felt horny as hell. she was so stressed with exams, and so wired from trying to study that masturbation was the only way she could get herself to go to sleep: tire out the body, and the mind will follow.

but her fingers didn’t cut it any more, nor did the tiny vibrator her roommate made her buy on a whiteclaw-fuelled trip to the local spencer’s.

“okay, just give me a second and I can help you put all of these away. I feel bad for keeping you now.”

mick helped her gather her things and tidy the table, offering her a metal shelving cart to load full of all the textbooks she didn’t need. they moved in an awkward silence as the blond reshelved the books and she pushed the cart.

“so, astronomy?” mick clicked his tongue, shelving a book on star charts.

“yeah, it’s a shitty fucking elective, that’s what it is. it’s causing me more stress than my actual subject major.” she snorted, sliding a few other books into the shelf. “I’m pre-law, but I’m not even sure if law school is what I want any more. right now, I just want to shut down, if I’m being honest.”

she stepped back from the shelf, moving to go around the cart when mick spoke up.

“so is that why you barely looked in my direction today?”

she stopped cold, her foot thudding against the side of the heavy metal cart. she bit back a curse, stumbling as mick caught her, pressing her body up against the shelving cart.

“I know you have a crush on me. I think it’s cute. you’re cute.” his voice was husky, and there was barely any space between them. her heart was beating faster, heat rising in her cheeks. “there’s a reason I always work at that desk too. seeing you makes my day.”

he was so close to her that she could have kissed him if he wanted to. all she would have had to do was press up on her toes to match his height, and gently touch her lips to his.

“don’t hide from me, pretty girl.” mick whispered. “I know how pent up you are, I can see it in the way your body responded as I ran my hands over your back. I want to help you. let me help.”

she swallowed, thoughts racing as she gripped his arms, looking up into his cobalt eyes.

she needed this.

needed him.

“yes.”

when mick kissed her, it felt like all the air was leaving her lungs. he was intoxicating, the heady scent of his cologne overwhelming her senses. she moaned into the kiss, aching and longing for human contact.

“my sweet girl.” he mumbled, trialing kisses up her jaw and over behind her ear, hands coming up to knead her sensitive breasts as she leaned back against the shelving cart. “when was the last time someone treated you right?”

“s-six months.” she stuttered, panting heavily.

it was pathetic, mick had barely even done anything and she was seconds away from whining for him.

he clicked his tongue, gripping her waist and pushing her back further against the cart. a few reference books fell to the floor, but neither student noticed. his breath was warm against her ear, the tip of his nose brushing her cartilage and making her shiver.

“that’s just won’t do. whenever you came in here, I bet you were thinking about sitting under my desk and using your cute little mouth the keep my cock warm.”

noticing how her body tensed up, the boy changed his tune. “or maybe you’re not into that. maybe you just wanted me to whisk you away to the rare book room and press you up against the bookshelf, have my way with you. our dirty little secret”

ah, yes. that was the reaction he was looking for, her thighs clenching at the thought as he slotted his knee on between her legs.

“that’s my girl.” mick cooed as she grinded against his thigh. “you just need my cock to fill you up, don’t you? those fingers of yours just aren’t the same, are they?”

she opened her mouth to respond, forehead resting against his, when she leaned back too far, the cart tumbling out from behind her.

mick caught her by the waist, smoothly spinning around and returning her to her feet, ignoring the toppled cart. nose to nose, the absurdity of the situation dawned on her.

and she laughed.

and he laughed with her.

that was what she needed from a man. someone who could laugh with her, even during their most intimate of moments, someone who let all the best parts of his non-bedroom personality shine through while also knowing exactly what she needed him to say to get her off.

a gentleman.

and that’s what mick schumacher was.

he carried her bridal style back to the long mahogany table, placing her down gently and sweetly before giving her a sweet kiss, his tongue teasing the seam of her lips.

“so, pretty girl, the ball is in your court now.” mick began, taking her warm hands in his cold ones. “whatever you need me to do, I’ll do.”

“I mean, I’ve heard the rare book room is super sexy. the smell of old books is like an aphrodisiac for me.” she said in a sing-song voice, thinking about his teasing from earlier. “then again, so are the vaulted ceilings in here.”

“I bet I could make you come so hard for me that you can see those stars on the ceiling fresco with your eyes closed.”

“wanna bet, pretty boy?” she was confident in her decision, but there was still nervousness behind her eyes.

she’d felt the way his dick pressed up against the seams of the zipper on his slacks. taking it was going to hurt.

he kissed her nose softly, fingers reassuringly rubbing circles on her skin. “I’ve got you, princess. you just need to relax and let me fuck all of that stress out of your pretty little head.”

she kissed him again, one hand on either side of his neck as she tried to press her body up against his, body flushed with need.

he gently turned her around, guiding her body so that she was bent over the table, the wood cool against her body.

mick playfully smacked her ass over her denim shorts.“such a pretty girl for your librarian, aren’t you?”

instead of the expected response, mick was delighted to get a laugh out of her. her giggles made him high, heat rising on his skin.

“was that supposed to be sexy?” she giggled, one hand reaching behind her to cradle his, thumb passing over his knuckles.

“maybe.” mick chirped. “baby, you’ve gotta let me have my other hand so I can get your shorts off.” she let go of his hand, allowing his smooth fingers to undo the button and gently draw the denim down her legs. “and for the record, I think that librarian is a damn sexy title.”

“but it’s not really a title.” she laughed, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her body, massaging the flesh of her ass before tugging her cotton panties to the side.

he smacked her ass again, cock perking up at the tiny moan she let out. “it can be whatever I damn well want it to be, princess.” his voice was playful, and it made her wet to no end.

she needed this adorable idiot to fuck her.

now.

there was little warning as he slipped two fingers into her, the cold of the rings on his fingers making her squeal as he started to flex his digits.

his fingers were so fucking long. they felt so much better than her own fingers did, that was for sure.

“that’s my pretty girl, taking my fingers like a goddamn champion. you’re fucking dripping, princess.” mick cooed, moaning at the sight of her arousal running down his wrist, the sound his fingers made as he scissored them inside of her. “atta girl, so good for your librarian, aren’t you?”

“yes.” she panted, bucking her hips against his fingers with a cry, reaching back to grab his free hand with the hand that wasn’t holding her steady on the desk. “oh, fuck, sir.”

god, she needed this. and for a nerdy guy, he sure fucking knew how to use his fingers.

she felt his hand come down on her ass again. “what did you call me?” his voice was light, with the hint of a smile behind it. “I want you to say it again, princess.”

“mhm, yes sir, please, I need more.” she exaggerated the moan, a playful smile on her face as she played right into micks hands.

she liked this banter they had going, this carefree way of looking at something most people took so seriously. no, this was an experience that felt uniquely her whereas other guys she had been with just did what they always did, not caring about what she needed to get off.

but with mick, yes, that dominant demeanour was still there, but in a gentle ‘let me take care of you’ way.

and that was sexy as fuck.

she whined as mick withdrew his fingers, tapping her side with two of his fingers. “turn around, pretty girl. I don’t like not being able to see your stunning face.”

while her thighs tingled, her chest bloomed with affection and love at the thought that mick thought she was pretty.

and it was true. the library was dim, the warm lighting from the tiffany lamps framing the flyaways from her hair and the pink in her cheeks. the cupids bow of her lips, and that gorgeous fucking smile.

he was so down bad for her, it made his cock ache.

she perched on the edge of the desk, wincing and attempting to hide her embarassment at the wet patch she was leaving on the old table, the unshaven landscape of her thighs (and between her legs).

goosebumps rose on her arms as she watched mick lick her juices off her fingers, moaning at the taste like it was his favourite thing in the world. sensing the goosebumps, he ran his hands up her arms to warm her up.

“you decide how far we go tonight, love. how many orgasms do you want?”

oh fuck.

mick laughed sweetly, seeing the overwhelmed look on her face. he kissed her forehead tenderly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “how about we start with one and see you feel from there.”

“yeah. I’d like that.” she answered shyly, feeling the cold creep in.

the old library was drafty, yet kept to a very specific temperature. she expected to be overheating from how hot this encounter was, but alas, the air conditioning system just had to go and ruin it

“here.” mick said softly, undoing his shirt to expose the silver chain that rested below his sternum, a pendant with an orthodox saint carved into it.

he undid the shirt slowly, allowing her ample time to rake her prying eyes over every perfectly sculpted part of his body, right down to the tent in his pants.

sliding the shirt fully off, he used both hands to drape the soft fabric over her body. she swooned at the motion, letting him flip the collar up against her neck.

“don’t want you catching a cold now, do we, sweet girl?” he said sheepishly, his face flushed pink and a sheen of sweat on his abs as he cupped her face, leaning in to kiss her softly.

“mick.” she whined. “I need you now. I’m aching for my librarian to make me feel good.”

“I’ve got you, princess. I’ve got you.” he hummed, undoing the button on his slacks. he pushed down his boxers, erect cock springing to life.

“holy fuck.” she hummed.

his dick was impressive. all seven thick inches of it, resting against her thigh when she opened her legs and pulled him closer. she wasn’t even sure if it was possible for a dick to be pretty, but if it was, micks cock was the very definition of the word.

“so wet for me. I’ll slide right on home.” mick said, gripping his cock in one hand and running it all along her slicked up opening. now she knew her goosebumps weren’t from the cold, but from the anticipation of what was to come next.

“please, I need your cock.” she whined.

“whatever my girl wants, she gets. you just relax and let your librarian fuck all those little worries away.”

he slid in slowly, letting her adjust to take him inch by inch. the stretch burned slightly, and she found herself opening her legs wider with every inch. she had a white-knuckled grip on the table, her breaths coming out in a mixture of strangled moans and pants.

when he finally slid fully in, his heavy balls resting against her ass, she opened her eyes and changed a look down at where they connected, a moan leaving her mouth.

“that’s just what you needed, isn’t it love? a fat cock to fill you up and make you feel good.”

it was a question he didn’t expect an answer from as he started to thrust in and out of her, hands gripping her thighs to pull her in.

“oh, god!” she whined throwing her head back, breasts bouncing under her top as mick slammed into her. “feels so good, mick.”

“that’s my girl.” his voice was low and husky, but also soothing. his hands on her body was a grounding presence.

her fingernails scraped down his chest, leaving pink marks in their wake as she moaned, babbling incoherently about how good mick was making her feel.

it was heavenly. he overwhelmed every one of her senses. it was an out of body experience, if she was being honest. something out of her wildest dreams.

mick kissed her again, groaning into her mouth as he pistoned his cock in and out of her. she was practically dripping everywhere, but had no time or energy to worry about the mess she was making.

all she could think about was how good she felt with mick inside of her.

“just breathe, darling. you’re doing so fucking good for me.”

he shifted her position on the desk, maneuvering one of her legs over his shoulder. she yelped in pleasure, nails sinking into his shoulders as she screamed a curse.

“fuck, that feels so good!”

the new angle was dizzying, his length brushing up against her spongy walls with every thrust. her eyes rolled back and her vision went blurry from pleasure as she meweled under his touch.

“that’s it, pretty girl. come for me. come for your librarian.”

“oh, fuck, mick, I-“ her words tapered off into a hearty moan, micks shirt lying in a puddle behind her as she wrapped her arms around his torso, burying her head in his chest as she came with a cry of his name, tears leaking from her eyes. “mick.”

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” mick cooed, kissing her forehead as he slowed his thrusts, gently working her through her orgasm. “there we go, you’re safe here. just breathe with me, can you do that, princess?”

she nodded, out of breath as mick gently eased her achy leg off his shoulder and back down to the table. he slid out of her, and the empty feeling made her whine. he gently shushed her, covering her face in kisses.

“mick, you never finished.” she pouted

“don’t worry about it, princess. this was about you. all that mattered to me was that you got your earth shattering orgasm.”

she rolled her eyes, reaching for his still-hard cock. “let me do something nice for you, dumbass.”

and who was mick to complain when she was doing such a good fucking job stroking his cock? her hands were smooth and soft, and the angelic way that she looked up at him, that sweet smile on her swollen lips while her hands worked him to the edge?

within minutes he was bellowing, spurting thick measures of come over her hands and down her arm, his entire body shaking.

“Jesus Christ.” he muttered. “you’re good at that.”

“when you hate giving blowjobs, you learn how to give a damn good handjob.” she smiled softly, unsure what to do with her sticky hands.

mick scooped her up gently, carrying her away from the desk and down the long hall to the staff bathroom. “come on, love. let’s get you cleaned up.”

after they were somewhat presentable (because, after all, there’s little you can do about the flushed skin and sex hair when you’re still in a public library), they gathered the last of their belongings and started to shut the library down for the day.

“what about the shelving cart?” she asked shyly, gesturing to the cart they had knocked over.

mick laughed. “I don’t work tomorrow, so it’s someone else’s problem.”

she watched with a soft smile as mick turned all the lights in the old building off, before he linked his arm with hers and they began the walk out of the parking lot.

“I hate to sound presumptuous,” mick began “but you’ve been here all day and I haven’t seen you leave to get food or anything. you must be starving. there’s an all night diner about two blocks from here, and I’d like to treat you to dinner.”

she smiled, kissing his cheek. “I’d love that, mick. thank you.”

and they both knew that this was going to be the start of something wonderful.

as soon as exams were over, of course.

the rest of the student body’s female population was not going to be happy when they showed up at the library and found that y/n y/l/n had finally captured their librarian’s heart.

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[thesparklingwriter]

the stars don't shine as bright as you...

“And what of it? Am I not allowed to praise my wife?”

tags: established relationship, fem!reader, fluff, reader is overworking herself and zhongli says NO MORE A THAT

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The best part of any of your days is easily when you can curl up in bed and relax for a while before you go to sleep. It wasn’t always like this, however. You used to work until it was time to go to bed and spent hours tossing and turning before sleep called your name, but Zhongli put a stop to that fairly quickly. He’ll quietly sneak up to your desk and tell you when to relinquish your work and head to bed when he notices that you’re too engrossed in it to realise the time.

“You’re still working, love?” He says quietly to you one night, glancing over your shoulder at the papers you’re working on. He knows they’re important to you, but he also knows you’ve been working on them so long that unless you take a break, you’ll be unable to pick up any inconsistencies or mistakes.

“Mmm,” you reply quietly. “I have to make sure it’s good enough.”

“I am certain it is of an impeccable standard.” he says quietly. It’s then that you notice he’s starting his nightly routine of trying to drag you away from work to get you to bed, and you begin to dig your heels in.

“It’s not enough. This needs to be perfect, otherwise my boss won’t be best pleased.”

“I assume your boss would be more displeased if they had to contend with their best employee when she’s sleep-deprived.” He says quietly. “Come to bed.”

“You’re so clearly biased.” you scoff, looking up at him as he rests his hands on your shoulders, gently kneading them.

“And what of it? Am I not allowed to praise my wife?”

“You’re not allowed to try and tempt her to sleep with honeyed words.” You sigh, putting your pen down. Zhongli smiles slightly when he notices your compliance, gently pulling you into a hug as you stand from your desk. He’s right, and you know he is, but it doesn't make it easier for you to drag your eyes away from the pages of paper strewn across your desk. As you let him lead you upstairs to your room, you notice that the sun has long since settled, and the stars are beginning to twinkle in the sky. Usually, Zhongli would have pulled you away from your work earlier than this. You wonder if he was equally busy and simply forgot, or just knew that you would want the extra time to look over your report.

Your husband is quiet as he settles himself in bed, and you change into one of his silken pyjama shirts. You pretend not to notice the shameless way he watches you as you change clothes, or as you scour the bookshelves for something to read. You could have sworn you left the book you were reading last night on the third shelf, but it’s nowhere to be found.

“Did you reorganise the shelves?” You ask, as you try to reach the fourth shelf up. “You reorganised the shelves, didn’t you?”

Zhongli’s unruffled gaze persists as he replies. “I did. I thought it might be more favourable to organise the books by last name, rather than first.”

“Did you have to put my book so high up?”

“Despite my attempts to avoid doing so, the method of organisation required it, yes. Does it displease you that much?”

You sigh at him then, having retrieved your book and being met with his faux innocence. He looks strangely regal with his hair untied, and the first few buttons of his golden embroidered shirt undone, his head cocked slightly to the side as he pretends to not understand your mild irritation at his actions. His eyes follow you as you crawl into bed beside him, opening your book to the bookmarked page. You never have any recollection of putting the bookmark in your book nor where it comes from in the first place, but you simply assume you do it without realising before you sleep.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

You lean against Zhongli as you prepare to read your book, and he hums lightly in response. You always assume that he isn’t following along, that he’s simply preoccupied with his thoughts, until he gently holds one side of the book’s pages for you so you can be more comfortable, and reacts to the words on the page with an affronted sniff or a preoccupied hum. When you look at him, as if to ask ‘did you see what that guy just did?’ whenever something unfavourable happens, he enthusiastically  returns your incredulous stare every time. Sometimes you wonder whether he drags you to bed because he wants you to sleep early or because he wants to know what happens next.

When he feels your head slump further against his chest, and the pages of your book flutter as you release your grip on it, he carefully retrieves the bookmark from wherever you’ve stashed it, placing it a few pages back from where you’ve left it.  You never remember the last few pages of what you’ve read the next night and it leaves you reasonably frustrated every time.

He gently pries the book from your fingers, waiting until you’re deeper into sleep to move you so you can sleep comfortably, and places the book by your bedside table.

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[globaloppaaa]

full heart, empty stomach

ft. yoon jeonghan

a/n: i’ve tried editing these as much as i can because MAN these stories are old lmao. However they aren’t entirely proof read!

warnings: slightly suggestive (bc jeonghans’ a menace) but reader doesn’t want that rn 🙄, otherwise pure fluff and appreciation

Dawn's light seeps through closed blinds, neither crisp nor a clear morning as droplets of rain mist themselves above homes and busy streets. If it weren't for the warm figure embracing your side, this morning would have begun much less desirable.

You shift in your spot, sheets lazily tangled between your legs. Carefully you unravel yourself as to not wake him, just cherishing the moments like these where you can embrace how truly peaceful he looks. Even as he’s lightly snoring with his mouth ajar. Gently, you place a knuckle from underneath the blankets to his face, stroking a soothing line across his jaw. The boy's head subconsciously nuzzles into your palm, feeling it's warmth radiate throughout his entire body. Within a few seconds his face heats into a soft blush, and if he were awake he'd scold himself for being so vulnerable, trying to hold back the thoughts of how easily he comes undone for you. From a single stroke of your palm you make him go shy, as he usually does whenever he spends his time with you. It opposes his state of ridicule and teasing, and would most certainly ruin his reputation if any of his friends were to see. However when he’s with you, Jeonghan really doesn’t mind.

He gently twitches his eyelids, pinpointing his gaze into yours.

"Hi Hannie."

“Hi sweetheart”.

He guides his arms around your waist, encasing you in the cocoon shape he's formed himself into. His eyes close once again, blindly caressing your nose with his own as you brush a few stray strands from his forehead, tucking them behind his ears. He hums at the contact, intertwining his leg in yours and you let out a little laugh, honeyed by the mornings raspiness on the tip of your throat.

God, those little laughs are what he lives for.

You dip your head a little more into his chest, taking in the way his sweatshirt releases his natural cologne with every caress. When he hugs himself around you, his heartbeat lulls you back into that light state of peace, forbidding to shelter anyone else's heart like he does for you. Jeonghans’ mind and soul are overflowing by his love, unable to take in anymore from anyone else.

His stomach on the other hand, was another story.

With a loud grumble and a quiet groan from himself, you snicker, leveling your face with his.

"Could we get something to eat?" he asks, convincing a part of you with his cheesy smile and gleaming eyes

"I don't really wanna move.” you half-innocently pout.

"I know you don't baby, and you look so pretty right now. But you know what else looks pretty? A nice stack of pancakes and syrup."

You continue to lay in his arms, stuffing your head deeper into the crook of his neck. It sets off the smallest tingle to his skin, inspiring him to coyly comeback at your idling.

"Or I could take a bite out of you." He smirks rather confidently, tracing his fingers lower against the dips in your hips. He can feel your face contort against his skin, and suddenly your motivation to start the day skyrockets.

You glimpse his joyous smirk appearing as you release yourself from his arms.

"Anything else with your pancakes?" You ask humorously, a raspy tone still in your voice as you approach the stairs. Jeonghan laughs as he follows your figure through the doorway, running his eyes down your body clothed in his large and longly-discarded t-shirt.

You’re his and he’s yours he relishes. The thought alone gives him all the energy he needs each day. Raising from your bed, he hurriedly tags along to meet you again, just as he always find himself doing.

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[antidesire]

Touch starved leon 🫣

he is soooo ♡ afab!reader x sub!leon

on a more fluffy note,,

since he is your boyfriend you notice the signs when he is getting antsy, tout shoulders, leg bouncing, easily distracted and his hand will not let up on yours despite the sweat piled up on your palms.

he wants to get out of whatever setting or situation the two are in and just collapse on top of you, he needs to feel your fingers comb through every strand of his hair, needs to feel your nails raking from his neck, down to his bare back. he desperately wants to bury your face in your chest, just breathe you in, his head resting there to rise and fall with every breath you take. if you were ever such a sweetheart to offer him a massage oh my, he is melting into a puddle underneath you, with your legs squeezed tightly on either side of him and your butt perched on his lower back you could feel every involuntary shudder, breathy exhale and every muscle loosen, following up with firm kisses wherever your fingers touched.

on a less fluffy note,

when leon is really touch starved like when he is back from a mission that has taken everything out of him, poor baby he is sloppy, he's dazed and it's like his brain is lagging behind- it's kinda cute ♡

he isn't making much sense but you know his body better than he does, he's yours. "lemme take care of you, baby," you'd offer, your palm squeezing his cheek and he'd give you big doe eyes, and a little nod, already leaning back against the bedframe at the top of the bed where the two of you had been wrapped in each others limbs all day, he barely let you grab water without following you around like a lost puppy.

he would hold you soooo tightly towards him, into him, like you'd wither away if he didn't. you'd barely been able to shed off both of your clothes, his shirt was laying halfhazaerly on the pillows behind him, and yours was still on but scrunched up as his fingers grasped and squeezed your hips. you couldn't even get your panties off, just opting to push the fabric aside so you could sink yourself onto his cock.

he didn't let you bounce too wildly, oh no that would defeat the purpose of how close he wanted you, forced to swivel, sway, and ever so lightly lift your hips before sinking onto him, giving his arms reassuring squeezes and careless kisses which his lips could barely keep up with like he had gone dumb and couldn't do more than one thing, too busy whimpering the prettiest little sounds "p-pleasuhh-mmhmm." his noises would be so dragged out and broken, his eyes would be so lazy and lidded, lips swollen and glistening with your shared salvias.

baby boy would be so far gone you'd have to ground him with little tugs of his hair, eyes fluttering open to settle on you again, "touch me, please mmh!" he'd plead as though your hands weren't all over him already, as though you could barely lift your hips off of him, his cock already seeping pre cum into you, twitching inside you only for leon to further push his hips upwards against you, insatiable.

he wouldn't last long but who could blame him, just sitting your pretty warm pussy on him already had him heaving out, "stop, s-slow down.. ahhgnn." his fingers digging into your flesh.

so of course he came quickly, his hips were jolting, thighs trembling underneath you and you could feel him drooling as his head was buried against your neck. nothing but incoherent babble was leaving his lips but oh my did he sound gorgeous, sweet little "oh, oh" and hisses of ah!'s sobbed into your burning skin.

you wouldn't have the heart to tell him you didn't cum and in all honesty, it wasn't even important in the moment nor would he understand your words as the moment with how he was already trying not to doze off, you felt sooo satisfied seeing him come undone like this, seeing him so content, warm cheeks and gentle squeezes to your waist so he could bring himself back to reality, it was so comforting :((

best believe you are cockwarming him for the rest of the night too ♡

[aki-shun]

Hi you can ignore this if you want but can i request a smut malleus x male reader

Please but you dont have to do it if you dont want to

First of all, I'm sorry for answering this so late. I can't give you back the time you've been waiting for, but I can give you a few special pictures for this fic ^^

TW: umm its a smut, unholy drawings ;), his have two d1ck but only uses one, bottom reader, reader is a male-Written by a writer who forgot how to write

Sorry for bad grammar (English is not my first language)

We Need To Be Fair

A few minutes ago, Malleus was showing you the gargoyas he made at the Gargoya Club. Now he's showing you how he can gives you a good hickey.

He moves away from your neck to look at the hickeys he made. Big Seven - in this state you are definitely more beautiful than all the gargoyles in Wonderland. He plants a brief but passionate kiss on your lips before moving towards your nether region.

He pours an oil on his hands that you don't know where he got it from. He carefully pushes two fingers inside your hole. His fingers are cold and long, making you shiver. With his free hand, he unbuttons the rest of your shirt.

It's not fair that I'm the only one naked… you say through your deep breaths

He chuckles slightly

If you want to be fair, you can take off my top too~.

You sit up from the table where you lie on your back. You should have done this slowly, now his fingers are touching deeper. You grip his uniform roughly with both hands, amidst the soft moans you let out. You slowly pull the zipper that caught your eye, revealing his chest. (I hope he's not wearing anything extra underneath)

His chest reminded me of marble. While you were thinking about these, he inserted a few more fingers. As a result of this unannounced incident, you hug his neck. Taking advantage of the opportunity, you give him the hickey, just as he does you, as he stretches you.

(About d!cks) One of them was rubbing against yours while the other was twitching inside you. His movements were neither too fast nor too slow, but deep (their huge). His right hand was playing your left nipples. His left hand put a few fingers into your mouth. This way, you wouldn't be able to close your mouth and silence your moans. His tongue was swirling over your right nipples. The pleasure was overwhelming. Your hands were leaving marks on the back of his neck and back.

Malleus had taken his attention away from your nipples, but now his focus was on his speed. He was suppressing his pace, but it was fast enough for you to come undone. Your tip was red from the friction and ached for release. The one inside you was hitting your prostate with hard thrusts with every thrust.

Mal-..us im gonna cumm agh- ıhh...hahh

Then cum for me, my dearest.

You ejaculated with a high-pitched moan. Your nails dug into Malleus' skin, leaving a slight rash. While you were trying to catch your breath, Malleus was patting your back to help you relax.

You did a great job. Your so perfect. You're so perfect for me.

He kisses your forehead and breathes in your scent. His hand runs through your strands of hair, combing them gently. Once your breathing has evened out, you turn to face him and pull him into a kiss. Three seconds into the kiss you notice his hard cocks one twitching inside you and other one is rubbing against your now soft cock.

So you finally noticed. I'm sorry, I know you're tired, but I wonder if you could help me relax too, dear. After all, we need to be fair. He had a mischievous grin on his face.

You need pray that this does end in one go and doesn't last so long that one of you has to go to the bedroom. If this happens, you'll have to explain to Crowley why you can't walk.

For sinners~

I was gone all summer - maybe even longer than that. There is no disappearing anymore, but I need motivation to write my articles again. And you're the one to give it to me. Yes, it is you, my dear reader. Admit it, I drew boots very well.

[sugawarassoulmate]

baby, you're a haunted house

“do you always have to toy with him?” you ask once you’re sure the two of you are alone but akiteru keeps you close to his body, shrugging at your words. “you’re so mean, baby!” with a whine, you tug the mask down so you can look akiteru in the eye while you scold him.

your boyfriend wasn’t exactly high on the idea of going to a college party four years after he’s already graduated but it was hard to deny you when you kept begging him the past few weeks. but after he heard his brother was coming, he practically leaped at the opportunity. he’s able to openly be with you—as open as he can be with a mask on—and piss off kei? that’s a recipe for a great night.

pairing: bad boy!akiteru x reader

words: 3.3k cw: fem!reader, halloween party, drunk sex, dubcon, knife play (it’s a fake knife), age gap (reader is 20/akiteru is 25), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, secret relationship, akiteru calls reader a “slut” once, minors dni

disclaimer: on this blog, we discuss and explore toxic relationships/situations/just because i write about these themes does not mean i condone/support these types of relationships nor do i do them in my own personal life.

these are fictional characters in fictional scenarios and nobody should be taking real-life advice or mirror the actions of the characters in these stories!

“You seem comfortable,”

“And you seem very uncomfortable. Who’re you supposed to be again?” Kei sighs, annoyed that he has to explain his costume to you for the tenth time that night. He caught up to you as you went into the kitchen to grab another beer from the cooler. The two of you got separated after he started catching up with Yamaguchi, who was looking super adorable in his Spider-Man costume.

“I’m Clark Kent,” he says definitely, pointing to the red “S” on his chest. The look you give him tells Kei you need more context. Again. “Alter ego of Superman.” It’s a cute enough ensemble. Kei’s got a button-down shirt on with the buttons undone just enough to show off the t-shirt underneath with the Superman logo.

His blonde hair is parted to the side and he’s wearing glasses with a thicker frame than usual. It’s a simple look, Kei wasn’t really the extravagant type.

But you were such a cliche, living up to the slutty Halloween trope every year. This time you went with a cheerleader costume with a cropped top, the shortest tennis skirt you could find, and, of course, a pair of pom-poms which you had unfortunately lost while dancing.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Kei asks, golden eyes staring at the can of White Claw in your hand that you just cracked open. “That’s what—your third one in an hour? I’m not giving you a piggyback ride when you’re too tired to walk home.”

You rolled your eyes and sipped on the seltzer anyway. Kei was always a buzzkill at parties, which is why you’re still surprised he even accompanied you to this one. Parties always seemed to crop up at the off-campus housing around Halloweekend and you were a frequent attendee, getting drunk and shaking ass with your friends. 

Kei usually stays home, only to get bombarded with texts and Snapchat videos of you getting sloppy with your girlfriends in the skimpiest costume you could find that year—a nurse, a witch, a cowgirl, and even a slutty Chucky from the Child’s Play movies.

And every other year, you’d drunkenly call Kei because you somehow lost your friends and needed someone to help you get home. “Keiiiiii can you come get me?”

But this time is different for several reasons. The most obvious was Kei deciding to join you—sending a simple text that read i’m coming to the party. It seems like a last-minute decision, evident by the makeshift costume he was able to put together with what he had accessible to him but you’re thankful to have a familiar face in the sea of nobodies that flood this dingy frat house.

“I’ll be fine, dad, you forget how great my tolerance is,” you quip, taking another swig. The disappointment in Kei’s eyes doesn’t falter but you’re quick to change the conversation before he can scold you again. “Are you gonna sulk the entire time? Go mingle! Have fun, go—”

“You want me to grind up on random people like you were doing?”

You’ll give him that, the sluttiness doesn’t just stop at your costume. There have been plenty of parties that ended in heated makeout sessions in the bathroom with the stranger that had been catching your eye the entire night. The worst of it was the one-night stand you had with the cute guy in the Michael Myer’s mask that turned out to be one of the student-workers at the library. (You have to avoid eye contact with him every time there’s an issue with the printer now.)

“Maybe you should, Kei, you might get lucky,” you tease, bumping your shoulder into his. Your antics finally get a smile out of him, albeit a small one.

It all disappears when someone barges into the kitchen you two are talking in. A goof wearing a Ghostface costume makes a beeline toward you, holding two flashy, red streamers in one hand and a fake knife in the other. “My pom-poms!” you gasped, wrapping your arms around the horror movie slasher as if it’s Christmas and he's brought you a gift. 

Kei watches with disdain as you tipsily flirt with the masked stranger, who holds your pom-poms over your head in an effort to keep you talking with him. The blonde is about to tell Ghostface off when the creep grabs your hand and pulls you out of the room without another word. “I’ll catch you later, Kei!” you giggle, allowing yourself to get pulled to the other side of the house, away from any prying eyes.

“Do you always have to toy with him?” you ask once you’re sure the two of you are alone but Ghostface keeps you close to his body, shrugging at your words. “You’re so mean, baby!” With a whine, you tug the mask down so you can look Akiteru in the eye while you scold him.

Your boyfriend wasn’t exactly high on the idea of going to a college party four years after he’s already graduated but it was hard to deny you when you kept begging him the past few weeks. But after he heard his brother was coming, he practically leaped at the opportunity. He’s able to openly be with you—as open as he can be with a mask on—and piss off Kei? That’s a recipe for a great night.

Plus, he couldn’t keep his hands off you with your spooky cheerleader outfit. You’re just so cute, he could eat you up. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbles, looking down at you in the dark hallway. He leans over to kiss you, the first one of the night now that he’s got you to himself.

“And you’re not listening to anything I say, huh?” you groaned, allowing Akiteru to keep pressing his lips against yours. With the way you’re soft for this boy, he could get away with murder. So what’s the damage if he tortures his little brother a bit? “Well, at least you found my pom-poms,” you said, cutely waving the metallic streamers.

“I think I deserve a reward for that,” Akiteru teases, hoping for another kiss but you grab his arm instead. His cute face starts to pout when you hand him back his mask, knowing that he won’t be getting any more kisses from you at the moment. 

“Don’t give me that look, Aki. Dance with me and maybe you’ll get a reward,” you said, giving him one last peck before making him put the mask back on. Once his identity was concealed, you pulled him back to the living room where the party carried on—completely unaware that there was someone that definitely didn’t belong in their midst.

As the party progressed, your inhibitions got increasingly lowered. You met up with some of your girlfriends from class, none of whom questioned the 6ft slasher you were grinding against, and downed some shots. After each shot you’d get loud and giggly, grabbing your girls to dance in the middle of the room.

With each song, you and your friends sang your hearts out and even dragged Kei in for a while. For a moment, he came out of his shell cracking jokes as you and Yamaguchi danced around him. However, you were completely unaware of the tension between your childhood friend and the horror movie killer that nearly matches his height.

Each time Kei tried to get a little closer to you or wrap his arm around your shoulder, he’d get accidentally get bumped into by the faux knife-wielding stranger, who seemed to not have any idea how it happened.  

But whenever he plucked the courage to call him out on it, your sweet face would sway him. “Aren’t you having fun, Kei?” Any anger that he had would disappear at that moment and he’d have no choice but to calm down.

As it got later into the night, though, Kei got a bit restless. “Hey, I think I’m gonna head home,” he yells over the music into your ear. His body feels exhausted and he wants nothing more than to collapse in bed.

You, on the other hand, don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. “What do you meeeean, it’s not even that late!” Your words were slurred at this point, anything and everything made you laugh and with each second it was getting harder for Kei to leave but his bones were telling him it was time to go home.

“You should be going home too,” Kei says, grabbing your hand but, even in your drunken state, you’re quick to free yourself from his grasp. 

“Nooo, I’m staying, I’ll be fine,” you said, retreating back to your equally inebriated friends. Kei’s ready to argue with you but stops when that irritating Ghostface asshole is back, wrapping his arms around your waist and dragging you in for another dance.

That’s when it finally clicks to Kei that you won’t be going home with him tonight.

You’re so engrossed with your mystery partner that you barely acknowledge Kei’s “be careful,” as he heads out of the house, a nervous Yamaguchi in tow. Unbeknownst to Kei though, is that he’s left you with the one person you’ve been wanting to spend the most time with.

Daringly, you lift up Ghostface’s mask just enough you expose his mouth and kiss Akiteru on the lips, breathing in the scent of his cologne. “Careful, baby,” he whispers.

“I think I’m ready to give you your reward,” you say, nodding your head over to the door in the hallway that leads to the basement.

“This is exactly the kind of scenario that you’d want to avoid in a horror movie,” he said, hovering over you on the small couch in the middle of the basement. The thumping sound of the party was heard above your heads but the both of you were too involved with each other to care. “Look at you, you’re even underneath the killer, baby.”

You hummed, untying the knot wrapped around the waist of Akiteru’s costume, wanting to get rid of all of the fabric coming to touch his body. “​​No, please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface,” you joked, alcohol still heavy on your breath. “I want to be in the sequel.” You laugh, pulling Akiteru’s costume over his head for him, along with his shirt.

“You’re really pulling out the movie quotes right now?” he grimaces, most girls get flirty when they’re drunk but you become an even bigger dork. Maybe he’s the weird one though since he finds that odd part of you attractive. Akiteru’s cool, older guy exterior crumbles once he feels you tugging at the belt of his jeans, desperate to get him undressed. “Did you miss me, baby?”

“Mmhm…” you nod. Once Akiteru’s belt is unbuckled, you work hard to drag his pants down but he pins your hands back to the couch, attacking your lips with deep kisses.

“It’s not fair if I’m the only one getting undressed, hm?” He says, pulling off the top of your cheer uniform. With skillful fingers, Akiteru is able to remove your bra as well. He takes a second to take in your half-naked form—doe eyes staring up at him in a drunken haze. After another kiss, he flips up your skirt, thumb rubbing against the front of your panties. 

It wasn’t the ideal location—the basement was a mess and smelled like stale beer but it would have to do for now. With the current state of your relationship, it’s rare for the two of you to get any time together. You’re busy with school and Akiteru’s work schedule it’s always a bit of a struggle. Plus, neither of you is sure how to drop the news to Kei.

There have been a few moments where you’ve been found out and if Kei has caught on, he hasn’t made it known. But you’re certainly not in the mood to be upfront about it now at least. Akiteru takes it all in stride, never pressuring you to tell anyone until you’re ready. Besides, sneaking around is kind of fun sometimes and fucking with Kei’s head is only the icing on the cake.

Akiteru groans when he pulls down your panties and sees how wet you already are, probably just as pent up as he was the whole night. Maybe you’ve been hoping to have some time alone too. He doesn’t get enough time to appreciate the sight, though as you start whining for him to do something. “Let me have my fun,” he snaps, slapping your thigh to get you to behave. “It’s been a while, can you even take me anymore?” 

You’re so frustrated, so hungry for any kind of stimulation. With a locked door, Akiteru has all the time in the world to toy with you and he intends on taking advantage of it. He reaches over and grabs the knife from his costume and runs the rubber blade along your stomach. The sudden touch makes you jolt. “Sweetie, it’s fake, remember?” he coos, tickling your abdomen before venturing a bit lower. Flipping the knife over, Akiteru rubs the hilt against your slit, laughing when you gasp at the touch. 

With two of his fingers, Akiteru stretches you out while the blade handle keeps teasing your bud, bringing you to the brink of an orgasm. “That’s right, cum for me, dumb girl. You’re such a fucking horror slut cumming around a knife. Maybe I’ll use a real one next time, hm? Wanna see that cute lil fear in your eyes when I make you cum,” he rambles, pressing harder on your clit.

“Aki, I want your cock. Wanna cum from your cock, please,” you cried, clutching the fabric of the couch underneath you. Akiteru found it so precious to see you trying to stop yourself from cumming. He knows his fingers aren’t enough, you want his cock to pump you full until you can’t think anymore. Such a sweet girl you are but Akiteru wants to embarrass you.

He doesn’t let up, though. Instead, Akiteru pulls his fingers out and fucks you with the knife hilt, using his thumb to circle your clit this time. You’re shaking, unable to form a coherent sentence and Akiteru knows you’re going to cum. “You’re really gonna cum on my knife, huh? Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get my cock. I just wanted to make sure you could take it,” He says, keeping your legs spread while he continues punishing your pussy.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, tongue drooling as you finally cum. Your hands reach for Akiteru’s wrist, trying to stop his movements before you get too sensitive but he keeps going, making you ride out your orgasm until your body stops twitching. “That’s my good girl. It was so much, right? You’ve earned my cock, sweetie, gonna give it all to you.”

Akiteru tugs his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It’s already hard and leaking when he decides to give himself some attention. Akiteru swears he could cum just from your own pleasure. He gets off on it and he’s going to give you even more. He strokes himself, giving you a few moments to come down from your last orgasm. Your juices absolutely drenched the knife after he pulled it out, earning a few whimpers when he does it.

He slaps his cock against your cunt, nearly slipping in a few times from how wet you are at this point. A few choked sobs escape you and Akiteru shushes them away. “I know it’s a lot, baby, but you can cum for me again, right?”

You sniffle, wrapping your arms around Akiteru’s neck to pull him closer. “M’so sensitive, Aki…” you mumble, burying your head into the crook of his neck. “Go slow, okay?”

Akiteru nods, only pushing in the tip of his cock at first. You throw your head back, sighing when your walls constrict around him. Akiteru himself has to take a few seconds. Bless his resolve—if he were still the inexperienced virgin he was when he was in college, he would’ve cum right then, immediately blowing his load the second he got a crumb of pussy. But he’s mature now and knows a thing or two now. He can definitely fuck you better than any of those losers you had before him, that’s for sure.

He fucks you with just a tip before pushing in a bit more, letting you get accustomed to him before daring to go further. Akiteru wasn’t lying when he said it had been a while. You two have been making do with quickies before anyone came home, sending nudes, and even FaceTime sex but not the long, drawn-out fucking that the two of you have been aching for.

It takes a while but Akiteru eventually gets his length fully inside, stretching you out so sweetly. You tug on the hair at the back of his neck, when he starts moving. “Oh—oh, fuck, Aki!” you gasp. Akiteru pushes your legs back until your thighs touch your chest. You’re drooling again, tongue glistening with spit with each unintelligible babbling. He ducks his head under to take one of your nipples into his mouth, biting down on the soft skin just to hear you cry out more. “I’m gonna—m’gonna cum again, Aki. Can’t hold it, I can’t…” you whine, clenching around him with every thrust. 

“Look, baby, look,” Akiteru says, bringing your attention to where the two of you are connected. His cock sinks into your warm cunt over and over, rearranging your insides like an animal in heat.

The sight is too much. You still haven’t fully recovered from the effects of your first orgasm. “Aki, Aki, Aki—ah, it feels so good. Gonna make a mess. Gonna cum!” Akiteru takes that as his cue to go faster, wanting both of you to cum together. He ruts into you as if his life depends on it, each thrust forcing small “ahs!” to fall from your lips.

Try as he might, you still cum first and your nails drag down the length of his back when you do. Your climax leaves a vice grip around his cock and that’s what sends Akiteru over the edge. Chanting your name in between curses he fucks you until he goes silent and slack-jawed. His hot seed floods your cunt for the first time in weeks.

When the both of you come to after the hypothetical dust settles, you can hear the sounds of the still ongoing party. It’s gotten even louder since you went into the basement, everyone completely unaware of what’s happening underneath them. “I need to get you home,” Akiteru says, going into responsible mode after cumming.

“Stay over?” you ask, voice shot from all the crying you’ve been doing. “You can leave in the morning, nobody questions it when a grown man is out all night.” To sweeten the deal a bit, you pull Akiteru in for a kiss.

If you’re soft when it comes to him, it’s a million times worse on Akiteru’s end. He can’t argue with you. “Fine,” he leans in for another kiss and one more after that before taking charge. Akiteru cleans you up as best as he can and dresses the both of you. With your costumes back on, Akiteru leads you upstairs and through the massive crowd to disappear into the night.

“You’re just getting home?” Kei asks when his brother walks through the front door in the morning. “I didn’t know parties at stationary got crazy like that,” he teases over his bowl of cereal. 

Akiteru grimaces at the bright lights in the house. “Haha, I got hammered and stayed at a friend's place,” he says, dropping his bag near the couch and immediately going for the coffee maker in the kitchen.

Kei’s about to throw another joke at his brother’s disheveled appearance when he notices something out of the corner of his eye. It must have fallen out of Akiteru’s bag but Kei can see it clear as day when he turns his head. The unmistakable sight of a Ghostface mask laying on the floor.

He keeps his comments to himself.

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[deandoesthingstome]

Night Moves

Chapter 5

Pairing: Walter Marshall x OFC (Alexandra Pierce)

Series Summary: When Walter Marshall is called to investigate a homicide by the railroad tracks, he quickly uncovers an unsettling pattern. Alexandra Pierce just wants someone to find out what happened to her friend. She has some secrets, too. And Walter’s going to uncover them.

Word Count: 2529

Series Warnings: In general, this series will depict assault, murder, stripping, hooking, rough sex, make up sex, fingering, oral (m and F receiving), p in v sex in various positions, self-loathing, failed relationships, smoking, drug use, drug addiction, general violence, and maybe some comfort. +18, Minors DNI

Chapter Warnings: Rough consensual sex, more misogyny.

Disclaimers: I do not own Walter Marshall, Night Hunter (Nomis), or any other characters from that movie, but I do own this OFC (Alexandra Pierce) and these words. Do not repost as your own. Likes, Reblogs, and Comments are more than welcome. It’s how I get my nourishment.

Header made by me, with pics found from Pexel.com and the internet. Dividers are not mine, but check out the masterlist for credit.

Playlist:  Night Moves Songs 17 -19 (heads up: if you have been following along, it’s usually one song per section of the chapter, but 17 and 18 are the same section - I couldn’t make up my mind for Alex and Walter’s first time; sue me)

Masterlist

This kiss is everything. It isn’t soft. It’s just as hungry as it was at the tracks. If Alex thinks Walter’s request for permission is an indication that he’d start slow this time, she is mistaken. And she can’t categorize it as sorely, either.

Alex is coming undone while Walter puts his hands all over her body, grasping, pulling, stroking, squeezing. Every inch he can reach while he stoops to catch her lips and slip his tongue deep down her throat. If the ease with which she lets him manhandle her doesn’t tell him exactly what he needs to know, the moan that breaks from her belly sure does.

She neither needs nor wants him to take his time. She doesn’t require he caress her gently, or ghost his lips over her neck while he pulls her shirt off her shoulders. Well, that he can do. Does. Maybe it isn’t down, though, maybe he grabs the hem and yanks up quick and hard, breaking away from her lips at the exact right moment to pull the top over her head before crashing right back into her as he rips the shirt off her arms. But he definitely takes off her shirt. And her bra.

Walter is hard. Has been pretty much since the train tracks. He’s tried. God knows he’s been praying to make this need go away, but the only answer he’s getting is the half-naked woman in front of him who has been haunting him for just a night and a day. It is positively insane the way Alex is making him feel, but here it is.

She wants him. Wants all of him. He hasn’t said one word to her about what he needs but somehow she knows. Knows he’s not gonna go easy on her. Knows that as soon as he is done kissing her mouth and getting as hard as he’s ever been listening to her moan for him, he is going to put her on her knees on the floor. 

So it’s all Alex can do to force herself to break the kiss and ask the question.

“Do you know if you’re clean?”

And it takes Walter a few seconds to get some blood back to his brain and understand she isn’t talking about a shower. And then he has to think of Rachel. 

“Yeah. Couple months after I ended my last relationship. Clean. Nothing since.”

Alex nods and licks her lips and says, “Same” and Walter doesn’t ask permission again because he knows he has it, and always will from her. This is what he’s been craving. 

He wraps a hand around her neck and pulls her close, kisses her hard once more, then uses that hand to push her down while he tells her he wants her on her knees. And she isn’t resisting, not in the least. She expected this and the fresh bloom of heat just makes her want it more. Walter is unbuckling his belt and popping the button and unzipping his pants now, pushing them down and she is just staring up at him with eyes that beg him to tell her what to do and so he does.

“Take me out.”

She reaches into the band of his underwear and takes hold of the firm, warm, smooth cock and pulls the fabric down with her other hand so he is free, technically, though his underwear is caught on his thighs and Alex isn’t doing anything about that. Instead, she is still watching him, waiting for Walter to tell what he wants her to do next. 

“Put me in your mouth,” he commands and she does. Stretches her mouth wide after licking her lips again and she leans in to put that tongue right at the tip of his achingly hard cock and if he hadn’t been thinking about Rachel a few moments ago, her mouth on him might have made him come right then and there. As it is, she is sliding down his length and dragging her tongue down the bottom of his shaft as far she can. 

She is giving it a good, solid go but Walter knows she’ll never make it. That’ll take practice which he’s going to be more than glad to give her at some other time. But now, here, right now, all he wants is to feel her sucking on whatever part of him she can get in her mouth.

When the way she moves her head back and forth, twisting her neck as she goes to deposit stripe after stripe of warm, wet saliva along his length, becomes too much for him he growls and pulls her off, sinking to his knees as well so he can put his mouth back on hers. He doesn’t want to come this way. And not quite yet.

Walter can’t stop thinking about last night. Thinking about the way she made him feel before he even knew who she was. He’s torn between dragging her to the bedroom so he can relive that soapy fantasy and taking her on the floor right now. His urgent need wins out.

He pushes her not gently so that her ass hits her heels and then he scoops her ankles to the side so he can straighten her legs out before her. He slides a hand up her thighs to find the hem of her underwear beneath her skirt while his other hand presses her collarbone so she has no choice but to lean back, resting on her forearms. He yanks at her panties and she does her best to lift her hips so he can get them all the way down her legs and off her body. Her skirt is left bunched around her waist.

He works his pants the rest of the way off, too, before shifting his knees between her legs, widening them as he leans down to kiss her hard again. 

“Condom?” Alex asks with a huff, breaking free from the kiss in a moment of order before the coming chaos. 

Walter reaches down to sift through the puddle of fabric beside them, finding the back pocket of his jeans and pulling out his wallet. He flings it to the side once he’s plucked the foil packet out, then tears it open and rolls it down his length, sitting back on his heels to scan her body laying open before him.

He reaches down between her legs to find her damp heat and pushes a thumb in just barely before stroking and pressing along her clit. Walter wants to be sure Alex is ready for him, wants her to be sure, too. So he takes a few more beats to slide two fingers in deep, twisting and stretching so he can slip a third in. He pumps slowly at first, then deeper, more urgently. It’ll be a tight fit but the way her eyes flutter shut when she releases the clench around his digits tells him she absolutely won’t mind.

He pulls some slick out as he draws his arm back and rubs it around his sheathed cock as he quirks an eyebrow in a silent question to which he already knows the answer, but she practically begs him anyway.

Walter chooses to enter slowly. He wants to savor the way she clings to him all the way down, feel the pressure around each inch of his cock. When he’s fully seated, he holds a beat while he watches the way her eyes adjust to his proximity. Alex shifts a hand to the nape of his neck and pulls him closer, kisses him with an open mouth so she can taste his tongue while she drifts her fingers through his hair.

“Please, fuck, just, please…” Alex is having a little trouble with words, her mind already short-circuited as she watched him prepare for her. He’s big. Bigger than she’s ever had. Everything she imagined in the club and more. She bites her lip to prevent the hiss as he enters her, consumed by the delicious searing stretch with all its glorious promise.

Oh, this he could also do for hours. Just lay inside her and enjoy the way her lips slide over his. So it’s a shock when she ends it abruptly.

“Please.” One more practically silent plea, small, like she isn’t sure all the sudden. Or maybe she thinks he’s changed his mind about the way he wants to take her. It was just a moment, a glimpse of what could also be, but Walter’s back in his head now and he’s ready to fuck her like he means it.

“Yeah,” he growls. “Okay, yeah.” Each word punctuated with a sharp thrust that isn’t near as deep as he’d like to be, but he likes this woman and he doesn’t want to scare her off.

“I’m not…I won’t break, okay?” Alex is still holding his neck close and she gives him a kiss before she lets go and moans with relief when he takes her at her word.

Walter doesn’t hold back anymore. Alex hooks her legs over his thighs spread wide and tosses her arms above her head while he braces himself on his forearms and finally gives her what she asked for. He fucks her with abandon and he’s positive there’ll be rug burns on his knees but it won’t compare to what she’ll deal with on her back.

After several minutes, he lifts himself up and drags his hands down her chest to grip her hips and tug her up closer to him, if it’s even possible. The look on her face. It’s different than he’s seen before when he gets this way. When he’s fucking like there’s no tomorrow, it’s usually too much and he’s asked to slow down, ease up. He’s about to stop because he thinks it’s pain, but there is something else behind it, bubbling to the surface. Wonder? Confusion? Awe?

“Don’t stop,” she begs when she realizes what he’s thinking. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

As if a switch is flipped, he’s no longer in control of himself but he is in control of her. He ignores her plea for the few seconds it takes to slide out, flip her over, and pull her hips back up to meet him before he’s slamming back into her with no restraint. 

“This is what you want?” he snarls. “Want me fucking you like this?”

“Mmmhmm,” she whimpers, her face against the ground and he almost stops again but she continues. “Fuck yes, just like that.”

He can feel her open up for him, feel the warm heat exploding inside her and sucking him in, deeper and deeper. He feels the clench and release of each little tremor and when he can’t hold on any longer he lets go. He thinks it was just his imagination that she came once more just before he did so when he pulls out, he leans over and wraps an arm around her waist, snakes his hand down to her mound, searches out her hard little clit and rubs to give her one last orgasm.

Alex is wrecked. She really can’t take anymore but if he wants this for her, she’ll let him. She’s so sensitive it doesn’t take long before she’s crying out in pleasure one last time. He cups her mound to soothe the ache while he stretches her legs long so she can lay completely flat. He pulls off the condom and ties it while searching for a place to put it.

Alex can sense his struggle and reaches for him, strokes his thigh. 

“Just drop it and come here,” she says, wriggling the rest of the way out of her skirt.

He does as he’s told, laying himself down beside her as she turns to face him.

“Hi,” she smiles at him, breathless.

“Hey. You okay?”

“More than.” She closes her eyes for a few moments, content to lay here recovering with him on the floor. When she feels him shift, she opens her eyes to ask, “Want a bed?”

He knows she just said she’s fine and he can hear her offer a more comfortable spot to be with her, and yet he can’t shut off the voice in his head that’s telling him he went too far. Again. He thinks she’s just being kind somehow, biding her time until she thinks it’ll be safe to send him away and probably never see him again. This isn’t what women want. He isn’t what they want.

“Hey, Walter?” She's lifting up now, pushing herself to her knees and stretching her hand out to grab his. “Come on.” 

He lets her help him up and lead him down the hall but he stops just as she crosses the bedroom threshold. 

“I should go,” he drops her hand.

“What? Why?”

“I don’t sleep…this was… tonight…out of line,” he can’t form a coherent thought about it. 

“You think I didn’t want that?” she asks carefully, reaching her hand for him again. “I absolutely wanted that. You have no idea.”

Walter lets himself be led into the room. In the soft glow of the bedside lamp she turns on, he can see the same level of comfort he found previously in the rest of the apartment. Cushy overstuffed chair in the corner by the window, side table stacked with books and more on the shelf nearby, lights strung around the window, plants along the sill, candles on the dresser. 

He watches her toss a few throw pillows to the floor and pull the soft looking bedspread back before she climbs in and reaches out for him to join her. He crawls in and lets her settle against his chest, his arm wrapping around her shoulder, fingers caressing her skin.

“You know,” Alex starts. “I spend all my time in charge. Of students, volunteers, my own life. I make decisions all fucking day. Sometimes... I just...I don't know if you know how it feels to need...direction. I just want to be told what to do every once in a while. By someone who knows what they want.”

Walter takes a moment to process what she just confessed to him, then makes his own confession.

“I spend all my time chasing nightmares. I have this badge, this position, where I'm supposed to be in charge but shit falls apart all the time. If I had my way, no one would need to do this job, but here I am trying to make sense of the senseless. I guess I need something, someone, to conform to my will every now and then.”

She heaves a sigh and Walter knows it’s relief which allows him to finally relax. He reaches over to turn off the light, knowing he’ll wake with her in the morning.

That fucking bitch. I can’t believe she let him do that to her and then left with him. I was so close. I coulda had her. Was just waiting for those other skanks to take off. And then he showed up. 

I cannot get away from him, no matter what I do.

But it's fine. More than fine. Because I know where she lives now.

Chapter 6 

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[evita-shelby]

Incantatrice

Chapter 13

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Eva is better now that she has their sweet Rosalba in her arms.

Things have been better, too good if you ask her.

Even if Eva has not had an episode in months, she acts as if it will all come back the second she drops her guard.

But she is better, happy and Luca is relieved to know the worst is over.

Perhaps in a year or so they’ll break the tie and have another baby. This one born in Birmingham or London while they rule the empire his father lost thanks to Angel’s lack of ambition.

“What happened to the nanny?” he asks when he finds his maga changing into a different dress after their sweet Rosina threw up on the previous one.

They were running late for their dinner reservation, and while he did not mind getting a quick look at what he’d be taking off her when they got back, Luca needed to confirm why Carmen is gone.

“I fired her.” she answered as she shimmied into a burgundy velvet dress that matches the shade of lipstick she wears and the red roses holding her low bun.

“Why?” he asks as his show ended when his wife slid the diamond encrusted dagger into the black leather sheath on her garter.

Luca knew the answer lay in Carmen being young and pretty and suggested by the Family who wanted to remind Eva what her place is.

Spinietta was growing tired of Eva’s influence and Luca’s growing power.

Unlike the rest of the consiglieri he can’t replace them by voting in a replacement.

If they get started on taking England, Luca won’t have to worry about anyone giving his maga the kiss of death.

“I do not share, something Carmen did not understand.” She gave him a wicked smile.

Dinner had been perfect, sure there had been no wine due to the presence of undercover cops, but what did they need wine when Luca is enough to make her feel drunk.

It’s been two months since Rosalba was born, but it feels like ages ago when she tries to remember when the last fucked.

“We’ll ruin the sofa, Luca.” She wouldn’t mind ruining the velvet sofa, but she does hate having to stop because Leonardito heard noises in the living room.

At least in the bedroom they can lock the door.

“I’ll buy you another one if you’re a good witch for me, mia vita.” He guides her on top of him, not at all surprised to find her garter hooks undone and her as willing as always.

“What if I want to be a bad witch tonight?” she asked coyly as she slowly undid the rest of his shirt buttons and got rid of his vest, Luca loves being in control and yet she’s never heard him complain when she takes the reigns.

Besides, she needs to remind him he is hers and hers alone.

“I’ll get you a whole fucking new set of couches then.”

It is barely midnight when the encore is interrupted not by a six-year-old boy nor a two-month-old infant, but by a telephone call.

“Let it ring, Eva. ‘s not important.” He said that and in the next heartbeat his wife lost all interest in letting him know she owned him in this life and the next.

“It’s your father. Somethings happened to your family.” Her warm skin goes cold with goosebumps under his touch.

And sure enough, Luca picks up the telephone and hears the last thing he had thought he would ever hear.

“Angel is dead. They killed him, those fucking gypsies killed him!” his father is stone cold on the line, and yet Luca knew Vincente Changretta had been crying even if nothing betrayed the steady voice vowing fire and brimstone on the Shelby Family. “We are leaving for New York once he is buried. I know you loved your brother, but I cannot lose you too.”

“I am so sorry, Luca. If I had known this would’ve happened, I would have not let them leave.” Eva holds him as he cries for the first time in years.

This time, she is the one holding him together.

This time, he is the one broken to pieces.

“I will kill the bastardo who did this, an eye for an eye, a life for a life.” He vowed vengeance and she didn’t dissuade him from it.

“You will avenge him; I have seen it. John Shelby and his family will pay for what they did to your brother.”

A week later, only Audrey Changretta arrives in New York.

His father killed by the orders of Thomas Shelby; Audrey escaped because his brothers had the mercy he had not.

Shelby claims one of them killed his wife so he killed Angel in his hospital bed, Audrey says they never sent an associate to his party and if they had had, they would have gone for John Shelby never the puttana Shelby married.

Who’s to say Shelby didn’t frame them to wipe us out? A man like that is never satisfied with what he has, Audrey said, and Eva stared at her in horror.

Eva who knows what they do and accepts it, and yet cannot stomach all the blood he will spill in this vendetta.

“The Shelbys will pay for this.” Luca vows to his stepmother and put on the signet ring his father wore until he died.

[whltlock]

Saw you had blurb requests open (yay!), could you write “You look tense..do you want a massage?” with Roy and fem!Reader please?

C/W: female reader/language, cockwarming, "good girl"

Roy flops and twists around on the bed, groaning from time to time. You know he’s asking for attention, although you let him stew a little longer.

It’s when he pulls off his shirt and pants that your eyes lift from your phone. You try to keep your expression neutral as you ask, “Are you okay, baby?”

“Yeah,” he bold-face lies. “I’m good.”

“Okay,” you say, playing along.

Roy lays back down and stretches. After another minute, he lets out a whine. You have to bite your lip to stop from laughing.

“You know, you look a little tense,” you say innocently.

He hides his smile behind his fist. “Do I?”

Your voice is soft and sultry as you say, “Yeah, baby. Think a massage would help?”

Roy hums aloud, pretending to consider it like he hadn’t been aiming for this outcome all along. “Guess it might.”

This time, you have to laugh. You toss your phone aside and tell him to, “Roll over, then.”

He does as you order with a grin. You settle on his hips and get to work, kneading his muscles between your fingers, using your knuckles to dig deeper into them. He groans in satisfaction as you rid his body of knots.

After a while, Roy breaks your rhythm with, “My front could use some lovin’, too.”

You roll your eyes, but nevertheless move onto your knees so he can turn over. Once he does, you continue, making sure to cheekily palpate his pecs. He watches you through droopy lids.

You don’t mention it as you feel his hardness poke you, nor do you acknowledge when his hands grip your thighs and move you back to sit on his crotch. You just keep massaging, admiring his body and ignoring the dampness that grows in your underwear.

Roy’s hips suddenly jolt and you pause. “Something wrong?” you ask as you look up.

“Nah, just—might be more comfortable if I lose these,” he says, nudging his boxers.

“That so?” you return, remaining nonchalant. When he nods, you shrug and shift so you can remove his underwear. He lifts up to help. His dick springs free, though you pay it little mind.

As you clamber back onto his legs, his hands meet your thighs again. And casually, his fingers drag upwards until they hook into your underthings. His thumb rubs the place where you throb for him.

“Come keep me warm, baby,” he invites, voice husky. It’s really fucking tempting. Especially when his thumb moves aside the fabric and dips into your folds. He strokes you slowly, savouring the feel of your slickness. You hold in a mewl.

Roy’s other hand goes to his cock. He wraps his fist around his length and jerks it a few times. “Look, best seat in the house s’all reserved for you,” he says.

“Seems like you can keep yourself warm,” you point out.

His reply is immediate: “Not like you can.”

With a soft, undone exhale, you shuffle so his dick nudges your underwear. He pulls it out of the way and rubs himself against your clit. You let out a restrained whine, and it’s all it takes for you to make a decision.

Your pussy swallows him whole; warm, wet, and welcoming, needing little motivation to take him to the hilt. Roy’s head tips back with a moan.

Your fingers find their way to his muscles again, choosing to finish what he started—because he really does look tense.

However, it doesn’t keep you from languidly rutting against him and grinding your clit on his pubic bone, edging yourself towards your peak.

Roy doesn’t mind handing over the reins; he rests his arms behind his head and watches with a dopey smile. The sight of you still clothed, taking and using him eagerly has him ready to bust any moment now.

“Such a good girl for me,” he praises as your breath quickens.

[plscallmeeren]

W I L L Y O U T A K E M Y C A S E ?

Jennifer Walters x Reader

Request: yesss

Summary: you and Jen finally get around to that coffee date and more :)

Warnings: Swearing; alcohol and cannabis consumption; criminally hot Jen

Word Count: 2

You had never been so nervous nor excited for a date.

But it was a date, right? What if she sabotaged your court case if it went badly? What if she was disappointed? What if you read her wrong and all she originally wanted was to talk about your case?

But she had blushed and she was no saboteur. She had already e-mailed you on the case and said all she needed to. No, it would be fine. It was with a secondhand kind of defiance you decided you needed to take on that same bold edge you automatically had with other women.

"Can I get you something to drink, young man?" an elderly waiter wheezed, looking thoroughly displeased when you politely told him you were still waiting for someone.

You thought about the Lin Kuei, in a reminiscent way that did bubble up to bother you at least once a day.

What might they think of you here, anxious over a woman they would probably no sooner consider kind than a threat to human society.

You were so lost in thought you didn't notice the door swing open to reveal Jennifer.

She smiled in your direction, presently realising that you didn't know she was there. She noted how you looked so cool and uninterested in everything around you. Something she hadn't seen in you at her office.

You finally glanced at her and immediately lit up with a grand smile.

"I'm glad to see you, Miss Walters."

She sat down happily, seeing again and in a stronger light today that wondrous body, that beautiful smile, those skilled fingers trilling on the surface of the table.

"It's nice to see you too, Mr (y/L/n)," she teased.

You took a moment to let your eyes wander across her attire; the similar white shirt and black pants as she had been wearing last, only with the top buttons undone in a sort of casual flexibility.

"So, am I right to assume the time had come to cover the usual?"

The elderly waiter scurried over immediately, purposefully ignoring the appearance of Jennifer, willing to bring you both your coffee and tea, no matter the skin colour.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Where are you from, Miss Walters?"

•••

"You did what? Oh, that's brutal," you laughed incredulously, Jennifer snickering at her childhood story.

"Well, David shouldn't have called me Susan. He knew I didn't like it, I swear. I had no choice but to unleash all the power of the chicken on him."

"Damn, I'm glad I'm not your cousin. Is this a bad time to tell you I'm afraid of millipedes? If I ever do something to hurt you, will you drop a bucket of them over my head?"

"Millipedes? What on earth's so scary about millipedes?" she laughed, and you decided them and there you were prepared to admit to a thousand fears to hear her laugh 1001 times.

"Well- I dunno, they kinda just crawl all over you, y'know? When I was little we had a basement and in the winter the whole floor was full of them and if you stood there long enough they'd start crawling up your legs." You shuddered. Another things the Lin Kuei would never understand.

"Okay, that does sound pretty uncomfortable," she conceded, a quick, involuntary glance at her watch when she saw the waiter glare at them.

Apparently, he wasn't used to loud customers spending more than two hours at his workplace without spending more than ten dollars.

"Looks like moustache is getting impatient, huh?" you whispered, winking at her before standing up and pressing a ten dollar bill into the man's palm coolly.

It seemed those two dollars and 30 cents extra were enough to buy you an extra warm goodbye, with many good tidings and an enthusiastic 'can't wait for your next visit'.

"You didn't have to pay, y'know," Jennifer said on the way out, the glass door falling into place with a clank behind you.

"That's fine. You can pay next time if you want." She couldn't help but smile at the implication of a next time.

"So... I'm heading to a house party with a friend soon, but if you want you can tag along?"

You didn't really expect her to accept. Your date had ended, she probably wanted to go home and recuperate, or head back to work, depending on how her hours worked...

You realised then how much you still wanted to talk to her about.

What you hadn't calculated into your estimation was that Jennifer, while possibly rather nervous or an over-thinker - was also a merciless extrovert.

"Yeah, sure, if you really don't mind?"

"Certainly not, love," you covered up quickly, and so you comfortable made your way to a rather different part of Los Angelos.

Your friend Wren lived in a rather rundown place in the north of L.A. Her apartment basically consisted of a kitchen, a dingy bathroom with a broken light and a poorly concealed bed.

You opened her door with you own set of keys, the first event of the evening Jennifer didn't comment on.

"Wren! You home?"

"Yeah, just putting on my make-up. Come on in," she shouted back from her giant bed.

"I brought a visitor." You glanced at the clock in the kitchen which read half past six.

"Really? You telling me you had human contact with someone apart from me?" Mockery ebbed into her tone with defiance.

"Jennifer. I told you, remember?"

The second event she didn't ask about.

"Oh... right. Wait a sec." There was some shuffling from behind the paper flip-wall and she popped out, one eye with eyeliner and mascara and one without. "Hi! It's nice to meet you."

"Uh- Nice to meet you, too." Some part of Jennifer had denied the female voice and somehow stuck to the assumption that your friend was a man.

Wren was very far from a man. She thrived on being feminine and her body had definitely graced her with a figure to support that sentiment.

You pulled her into a quick hug. Not the kind of quickness that derived from lack of comfort, but the kind which you only did out of habit because you saw each other every day, anyway.

She gulped. You wouldn't have asked her on a date if she had anything to worry about. You wouldn't have asked her if she wanted to come if you weren't interested after all.

Or would you? Did the date not go well? Were you just being polite?

"Zip this up for me, would you?" Wren asked, turning around from one skin-bearing side of her dress to another. Not much was left to imagination.

You zipped up the back of her black dress harshly, leaning over to whisper in her ear: "Cut it out. I don't need you making her jealous, the date went well."

She pulled away, offered Jennifer something to eat and while she walked to the fridge, her answer was breathed right back at you: "If you're not at home fucking, the date didn't go well enough."

You sighed. Wren generally focused on the physical part of relationships, and admittedly, usually you did, too. But this was a different situation.

Jennifer wasn't just hot - she was, no doubt about it - she was also kind and smart and open and...

Oh, no.

"So, Jen... I wasn't counting on you coming, but I have a dress here that you can wear."

"Oh. Wow, that's really nice of you," Jennifer answered kindly, ignoring the nickname.

"Here," Wren announced, pulling out one of the most revealing dresses You had ever seen in your life. Red with a slight shimmer, high cuts on the sides, deep v-neck, a diamond cut out above the abdomen, and on her it would be… well, her.

"You're fine to go in what you're wearing now, too," you said quickly, but again you had underestimated her confidence.

"No, that looks nice. Thanks again."

She took the dress under her arm with a wink and sauntered to the bed. Your eyes widened and you couldn't help but follow the swing of her hips.

"Okay, first of all, she's hot, like, truly sexy," Wren started, and I let my face fall to my palms. "Second; totally into you. She was glaring daggers at me before."

"Yes, thank you for that," you whispered sarcastically.

"You're welcome." A cunning smile, indeed.

What that dress on Jennifer did to you could not be described. The curve of her ass and bosom that you swore to yourself you only noticed in peripheral vision and the hugging fabric, slights rills for texture, her hair out and shining.

You looked away quickly as to not let your body betray you, and this was the third event Jennifer didn't question even though she wanted to.

•••

You were quick to realise that this was not Jennifer's scene and that she was subsequently doing an impressive job of blending in.

The night club hadn't been busy; it was only 7:30 when you arrived - far too early for the crowd, but you were going to meet some friends and had hoped to talk before two bodies couldn't help but press together in the open space.

It was eleven o'clock now - you had long given up on talking and had waded into the crowd to dance, or at least move somewhat to the beat.

And even though she was only moving to the beat, Jen looked incredible. She always did, but this was a little new.

She had transformed back to human form because she didn't want to be introduced or recognised as a hulk and she wanted to fit into the dress.

You couldn't believe how much you loved both of her forms. How could she always be so gorgeous?

"Hot in here, isn't it?" she asked, having managed to reach the other end of the open.

You opened your mouth once or twice before answering, still half embarrassed by your thoughts, then mumbled a 'yeah, I guess so'.

"Can we go outside for a moment?"

"Sure."

Once you were situated in the backyard of The Black Cat, you pulled out a cigarette, lighting it quickly, only now considering whether that might put her off.

Deeming it too late, you took another drag and held it between two fingers as you sat down. "What's up, love?"

"Something's off about you," she stated bluntly, and you accidentally took the smoke up your nose.

"Sorry?"

"Oh- Okay, that sounded wrong. What I mean is- Look, I have had more contact with the supernatural in the past year than ever before, so my believing has been tried and tested. You," she pointed her index finger in your vague direction as if she had to specify who she meant, "did not seem bothered by that scorching hot coffee until I asked you about it. You aren't hot in the club. You don't sweat. Your fingers were blue the other day at the office - I promise, it wasn't nearly that cold."

You gulped. It was a bad habit of yours - letting your fingers go cold when you were anxious to distract you. How could you make an excuse to explain this? Would she believe it? Could you make yourself tell her all that simply wasn't true?

Weren't you finally tired of hiding that part of you?

"Uh- Okay. You promise you won't freak out?" you asked unsurely, and she quickly nodded. "Well- Have you ever heard of Sub-Zero? That, um... That might or might not be me, depending on whether or not you're one of the people who think he's a vigilante."

You could clearly see the shock on her face and your heart sunk. No one knew that other than people involved and Wren. You hadn't trusted anyone else. You had only known this woman for two days. Why had you told her?

"I'm not. If there's one thing I've learned other than to expect everything... it's that you don't know anything if you don't have a motive."

She smiled. You beamed.

She leaned in slowly, closing her eyes, and you stomach did somersaults in the most childish way you might imagine.

Your lips met and it all fell into place. Literally and figuratively. You were born to kiss this woman. Born to put your hands on her waist and pull her into your lap while she ran her fingers through your hair. Born to think of what a beautiful mind she had while being overwhelmed by physical attraction.

You stayed like that for a while, then danced together, then went back to Wren's house in the early hours to help your friend throw up and finally parted with a goodnight kiss that lasted just six seconds too long.

She didn't question any more events that night.

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Sorry if it's a bit rushed toward the end but I've already written the next part and I wanted to post it... will do so upon interaction ;) that's called marketing strategies btw

Next part is a little filthy but also wholesome in the sexiest way. Hope you're ready..........

Good night

-Eren ❤️

[dark9896]

House-spouse? [Klaus x Reader Headcanon]

Requested by Anonymous 🙊

For context, Succubi and Incubi are the same species, just they often all get lumped together as Succubi (at least in HLC). Though their powers are much less than their traditional demon counterparts and have very subtle effects on *some* people. And they have particular needs based wholly on their biological differences from humans.

First off, Klaus is practically immune to Succubi pheramones, like you have to be trying to seduce him with just vibes for it to work

The way you two met was beyond standard meet cute, Klaus was the first person in a loooong time to be genuinely kind and sweet to you

Not that he was trying to flirt or even knew what he was doing at the time (other than being polite), but...

He didn't even realize you were a Succubus at first, he just excused your attire for a preference until you mentioned that you can't wear more than the sexy/skimpy versions of outfits without suffering physical illness

^This conversation happened whilst on an early relationship date just after you were getting cat-called and Klaus offered you his coat/dress shirt in hopes of helping the "problem"

Then he begins getting second-hand embarrassment for you and is the first to say something whenever anyone attempts to flirt with you (especially if you're more non-confrontational than he is)

Heaven help the poor souls trying to insist that you like/want the attention due to how you dress (god forbid they bring up race)

Klaus might be a gentle giant, but he can and will put some(bastard) in their place for insults like that... almost ferally, almost

It takes him a little bit to be completely comfortable with how you dress, even if there are more modest options available

Doesn't help that those "modest options" are extremely fancy/dressy type clothes. (Dresses with a slit up to the hip, dress pants that look too tight with a button-down shirt lacking the top three buttons, etc.)

So technically, you could dress exactly like Klaus... but without the tie, three buttons undone from the collar, and sleeves rolled up to your elbows. [Have fun imagining Klaus dressed like that too]

It takes Klaus a little while to realize that your clothes are literally woven magic, it isn't until you change in front of him (in a swirl of blurring colors across your body)

Given how respectful Klaus is on a regular basis, you have to be very forward about what you need him to do (NSFW wise especially since he doesn't want to be too pushy nor does he want you to get ill from trying to ignore those types of things)

Though he can't deny just how attractive you are (both to him and in an objective sense)

Expect Klaus to ask to dance (and then get flustered when you misinterpret him and try to dance seductively)

He doesn't mind you doing so, but he meant a slow waltz... not a lap dance

Often becomes hyper-aware of his hand placement and gets a little awkward because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable (or accidentally force/trigger a reaction from you, especially if you've told him how to cause a Succubi to go feral)

He refuses to let you walk around by yourself, strictly for your safety (even if you point out that you've been on your own before and nothing happened)

Klaus is a stubborn man who just wants to protect his lover

That said, he is also easily flustered whether in public or private

Accidentally show a little too much skin while stretching, Klaus is a blushing mess

Unintentionally make a weird noise during hugs, Klaus is a blushing mess

Intentionally make a weird noise while being touched, Klaus is a blushing mess (and giving you a little side eye)

He does love when you show off outfits you found (as in something you found and made out of your woven magic) even though he knows he will turn away to get his feelings under control

Once you two get extremely comfortable, laying half across Klaus or cuddling, he still gets very flustered after a little while (he adores this but he knows how little you're wearing)

He gets very worried during the winter, to the point he develops a stomachache because how can you not be cold with so much skin exposed

Klaus is perpetually respectful and prefers to give you privacy whenever you change or do anything

If you are also a member of Libra, then he has no problem defending you (from Zapp mostly)

Not that everyone else is innocent, but Zapp would be most susceptible, followed by Leo, Chain, and Steven (due to the nature of his 007 lifestyle)

But Leo, Chain, and Steven are also more respectful of your relationship with Klaus

If you’re uncomfortable with doing something for work, Klaus will do what he can to make things not so uncomfortable

Though it will likely be something after work to help you forget whatever you had to do (but if you make a weird noise -on purpose- Klaus's head might just explode)

[cavalierious-whim]

Single Leg Takedown (NeuWrioLette)

Things get hot and heavy after a spar when Wriothesley sucks the soul out of Neuvillette's dick.

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Wriothesley’s jaw stings. “Ow,” he mutters, rubbing at it. 

Neuvillette packs a hard punch and doesn’t hide the smirk that’s plastered across his face. “Did you think I would go easy?”

“I said grappling, not clocking me across the face.”

Neuvillette’s gaze cools. “Apologies. You walked into my fist.” 

A tease. A damned tease. Wriothesley doesn’t need to look at his face to know that he’ll find a smirk. 

But he does. Look. He can’t help it, hopelessly tethered to Neuvillette like a moored ship at port. And Wriothesley is right; Neuvillette’s mouth is tilted upwards on one side, the tiniest crack in his usually composed demeanor. 

Wriothesley is more aware of it now. Or maybe those moments have always been there, gone unnoticed. Only him. He’s the only one who drags these pieces of Neuvillette to the surface. Wriothesley had thought his interest was initially unrequited but Neuvillette was too quick to respond. Now it is clearer, like looking through a pool of still water, Neuvillette on the other end. That smirk, the tilt to his mouth, the way that he purrs when he presses close, how Neuvillette loves his scent.

How he’s dressed down in the ring, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to the elbow, and his hair tied up in a messy tail, bangs hanging in his face. Neuvillette would never be so uncomposed around others, but with Wriothesley—

Well. Wriothesley is different. And he knows that; they both know that. 

“I was under the impression that I was here to indulge your request for a spar.” Neuvillette’s voice cuts through Wriothesley’s thoughts, tugging him back. Wriothesley blinks, watching Neuvillette tug at his sleeve, re-rolling the cuff until he’s satisfied. 

The collar is undone, showing off a smooth strip of sternum. Wriothesley’s eyes linger on the edge of Neuvillette’s collar bone and fuck, his cock aches, half-hard and trapped in his trousers. Neuvillette, at least, does him the courtesy of ignoring it. 

Mostly. 

“Distracted?” 

“Thinking,” mutters Wriothesley. “I didn’t think you’d pack a good punch.”

Neuvillette’s brow raises. “No?”

“You’re no brawler.”

“But I am not unpracticed, nor untrained. Wriothesley, you should know that there is more to me than meets the eye.”

Oh, doesn’t he? It’s why Wriothesley was enthralled from the get-go. And yes, it was a slow crawl to action. He spent an embarrassingly long time just watching and observing from afar. Even now, Wriothesley considers him, marking every movement, every action and reaction, because this is something they’ve never done. 

“Do you truly need a plan of action?” asks Neuvillette.

“I don’t need anything but brute force, Sweetheart.”

Neuvillette’s gaze narrows. He huffs, annoyed, but he’s coming around to the nickname. 

It’s late into the night. The Fortress is quiet, everyone but certain guards asleep, and those awake won’t bother them here. Wriothesley steps around the edge of the Pankration Ring and Neuvillette mirrors him, head tilted to the side, hyper-aware.

Wriothesley smells the interest rolls off of Neuvillette. Rarely does he give in to his more feral side, but Wriothesley’s chest swells with pride as the reason. It feeds his alpha. His instincts want to pick a fight, and who better than this man? Neuvillette will indulge, and he’ll do so in a way that leads to a happy ending for them both. 

“Grappling,” Wriothesley reminds him right before throwing himself across the space. 

They meet in the middle, arms against biceps, claws digging into soft flesh. Wriothesley grunts, surprised by the dead weight of Neuvillette’s body. He’s heavy—has he always been this heavy? Wriothesley thinks of all the times he’s hoisted him against the wall. 

Neuvillette tilts him easily, Wriothesley distracted. But he catches himself, twisting until they lock arms again. They push and pull each other, bare-soled feet digging into the worn floor. It’s always push and pull, back and forth. 

Wriothesley’s alpha flares and he snarls, a sharp noise that cuts through the space. He gains the upper hand in a momentary burst of momentum. Wriothesley spins, tugging at Neuvillette, trying to force him over. Neuvillette’s foot slips and he staggers but he’s just as quick, and seconds later they are face-to-face, arms locked together once again.

“Cute,” murmurs Neuvillette. He ducks close, pressing his nose against Wriothesley’s temple, inhaling. 

Annoying. Gods, it’s annoying, but Wriothesley leans into it despite the sourness that bleeds through his chest. “Hey, take this seriously—”

“If I took this seriously, you’d be on the ground.”

Wriothesley’s tongue traces his lips, thinking about it. Spread out underneath Neuvillette. At his mercy. But then his alpha rears and Wriothesley finds his resolve. Always caught in the middle, torn between giving in or proving his dominance. 

He drops and shoves his shoulder against Neuvillette’s chest, throwing all of his weight behind the hit. Neuvillette staggers, losing his grip. Then his foot slips. Wriothesley takes his chance and tries to topple him. Arms around Neuvillette’s waist, one hand locked around his wrist as Wriothesley braces himself. With a grunt, he throws. 

They both go down, the impact hard. Wriothesley doesn’t stop, quick to react, climbing over Neuvillette’s waist to pin him there. “Just like that,” he says, triumphant, fingers curled around Neuvillette’s wrists with a tight grasp. “Be good for me.”

Neuvillette’s nostrils flare and for a second everything is tense. Wriothesley holds him firm but hesitates. Wary, head tilted to the side as he watches for any sign that Neuvillette may lash out. And fuck, he wants to do more. Wriothesley’s alpha roars at the sight of him below, at how Neuvillette went down, easily overpowered. Triumphant. Wriothesley’s blood surges as satisfaction rolls through his veins. 

“Sweetheart—”

Wriothesley is thrown to the side the moment the word slips from his mouth, Neuvillette pinning him with the entirety of his weight. Everything comes to a standstill. “Heel,” murmurs Neuvillette slowly, his voice dark and commanding. 

He so rarely gives into his instincts. Of the two of them, Neuvillette is calm and collected. Older. More practiced in holding himself back. Wriothesley is the young and wily one, more likely to nip at fingers. This isn’t like Neuvillette’s rut, or those days when the caseload is bad and he has to uphold justice which he doesn’t necessarily agree with—this is him letting that old dragon come forth and fly free. Neuvillette looks pleased, chest rumbling as he drags a hand down Wriothesley’s chest, taking in the sight of him, the feel of him. 

The word sounds strange on Neuvillette’s tongue instead of his own. Wriothesley’s cock hurts, it aches so bad. He whines in both annoyance and arousal, teeth gnashing as he tries not to snap back. 

Neuvillette’s hand flashes, catching his chin in a bone-smarting grip. “So you won’t, then?”

It takes every in Wriothesley to not roll his hips against him, to grind his cock against his ass. To headbutt him, to sink his teeth into the meat of Neuvillette’s neck, unwilling to let go. The two sides of his brain war, caught between his want and need, and his alpha that begs to fight back.

“Three rounds,” he finally grits out.

Neuvillette’s gaze is sharp as he hangs over him, face framed by errant strands of his bangs. “Pardon?”

“You get three rounds in the ring. The best score wins.”

“So we’re keeping score, then?”

Wriothesley’s throat is dry. He can barely get words out. His alpha begs him to flip them over and fuck Neuvillette into the ground. Or the opposite, Neuvillette’s hands sweeping down his sides as he’s fucked full. Either or. It’s always either or for him. “If you want a proper spar, yeah.”

Neuvillette plays with the opening of Wriothesley’s collar, his fingers dipping in to tease the skin there. Then he pulls off, standing as he brushes off his trousers. Wriothesley accepts his help up, thighs trembling as he tries to find his footing. The touch lingers, Neuvillette’s thumb dragging over the pulse of Wriothesley’s wrist, making his heart skip a beat.

This is no longer a proper spar. They reset on opposite ends of the ring, stalking each other in a circle. Teasing. Predatory. Want washes through Wriothesley as his gaze trails from Neuvillette’s face down to his obvious erection. 

Wriothesley moves first again. When he grapples at Neuvillette they shuffle backwards. Everything is uncoordinated. Nothing is about the fight anymore, they just want to get their hands on each other. 

Neuvillette’s back hits the corner post and his hands drop to Wriothesley’s hips, dragging him close until their cocks grind together. Wriothesley leans in, pressing his face against his neck. He smells divine; like the ocean and salt brine spiced with arousal. Heady. Wriothesley’s fangs drag over Neuvillette’s pulse. He licks at it, tracing the artery. It surges underneath his lips as he mouths at it, and Neuvillette lets out a groan.

Not a warning growl. His head tips back as lets Wriothesley in. The grip on Wriothesey’s hips though is tight and bone-breaking. One little squeeze and Wriothesley would be on the floor. The danger of it spurs him on. Wriothesley’s hand finds the back of his neck, fingers curling into the base of his hair where it’s tied up. He pulls Neuvillette’s mouth to his for a hungry, searing kiss. 

It’s a biting thing. Neuvillette grabs at his chin again, holding it there as he devours Wriothesley’s mouth. “Beloved,” he hisses against his mouth, a teasing quip that lacks its usual softness. He pulls back just enough to drag his thumb the length of Wriothesley’s bottom lip. “Are you forfeiting this round?”

“Do you think you’ve won?” Wriothesley reaches down and palms at the hard ridge of Neuvillette’s cock through his trousers. “Quick to rise, hm?”

“Takes one to know one,” is Neuvillette’s scathing retort, and oh— Wriothesley doesn’t think he’s ever mocked him in such a way. Part of him loves it, wants to drag more of it from his lips, but the other part—

Wriothesley growls softly, a gentle rumble that gets caught in his throat. A warning. He doesn’t like the triumphant look on Neuvillette’s face, or the way that he regards him like he’s a snack to swallow up. Pleasure, though, is thick in Wriothesley’s veins, and even if his instincts fight it, his brain doesn’t. It’s hot, too fucking hot. 

He undoes Neuvillette’s trousers with deft fingers. “Am I really losing, here?” he asks as he throws away any victory he may have had and sinks to his knees. 

Neuvillette watches him with a gray, piercing gaze. The show of submission ruffles him. His breaths come a little quicker, and his alpha must preen underneath his skin. Wriothesley would know the feeling of smug satisfaction. The smell of it leaks from Neuvillette’s pores as he forgets to compose himself. 

Still. He isn’t entirely gone. He pets Wriothesley’s hair and says, “It was a tease. Asking you to heel for me.”

“It shouldn’t be.” Wriothesley frees his cock from the confines of his trousers and licks from the base to the tip. A sharp gasp tumbles from Neuvillette’s mouth as he leans against the ring post. Wriothesley laughs, nipping at the soft skin of his length before letting his teeth ghost along it. “Think of how often I ask it of you.” He gives Neuvillette’s cock a quick stroke of his hand. “Did you like it?”

“I—” Oh, he’s distracted. Caught up in the pleasure. Neuvillette’s thighs tremble as Wriothesley teases the tip of his cock with a kitten lick. “What?”

“Getting all hot and bothered. You’re so composed, even when we…” Wriothesley thumbs over the head, spreading the precome that dribbles from the slit. He wants to taste, to have Neuvillette’s cock heavy on his tongue. To take him deep until he’s choking and full of nothing but him. “I like it. Seeing you like this. Aggressive—”

“Passionate,” corrects Neuvillette. Of course, he’d refute such a debased description. His cheeks are flushed pink, though, and his gaze is sharp. Greedy. Voracious, even. Claws scrape across Wriothesley’s scalp as Neuvillette pretends that the threads of his facade aren’t being unraveled. 

Wriothesley shoots him a devilish smirk and then swallows his cock right to the root. 

The grip on his hair tightens until his scalp stings. Neuvillette groans, his head tilted back, hips thrusting forward to meet Wriothesley’s lips. Wriothesley moans and makes a show of it. His tongue slides against the underside as he sinks back to suckle the tip. “Sweetheart—”

“Don’t.”

Wriothesley laughs, forever entertained by Nevillette’s mild aggravation for the pet name. “Fuck my mouth.”

“Wriothesley—”

“You said it, didn’t you? I forfeited the second round.” He swirls his tongue around the crown of Neuvillette’s cock, sighing at the taste. “Take your prize and give in.”

When he looks up, Neuvillette looks wild, feral even, his hair a mess, his fangs on display. His scent chokes the room and instead of turning away, Wriothesley sinks closer, nuzzling his groin, soaking it up the same way an omega would. Then, like an alpha, he bites at it, a little too sharp, teeth sinking into the muscle underneath Neuvillette’s navel. 

Neuvillette yanks his face back. Delightful. Wriothesley loves this sort of play. They teeter at the edge of each other—but there is no fear, even when they mark each other up. It’s expected. Neuvillette will not harm him. Wriothesley’s alpha is eager to please, eager to chase him straight into pleasure.

“You’re hard.” Neuvillette’s foot settles against his aching erection, pressing down hard enough that Wriothesley is thankful he’s barefoot. 

“As if I wouldn’t be. Have you seen yourself? Smelled yourself? Fuck, Neuvillette, I’m gone here.”

Neuvillette hums as he presses his thumb between Wriothesley’s swollen lips. “I am too,” he confesses. “Gods, you look—” He doesn’t finish the thought, guiding Wriothesley’s mouth back to his cock. 

This time, he pulls Wriothesley onto his cock. Wriothesley moans as he sinks his cock deep. Forces himself to breathe through his nose when the tip bullies the back of his throat. A broken sound. The roll of his hips against Neuvillette’s foot. 

“Like that,” says Neuvillette, brushing his bangs back. “What a good boy for me.” He pulls back until his cock is half-lodged in Wriothesley’s mouth before giving an experimental thrust. It’s a little dangerous—Wriothesley holds himself open and wide, but there are fangs to consider, and even he could lash out unintended, as much as he wants. 

But Neuvillette seems unconcerned. He reads him well. Smells his arousal. “Perfect,” he praises as he fucks into his mouth, this time with more force. 

The breath is punched from Wriothesley’s throat. This is far from the first time he’s sucked Neuvillette off but coaxing him into something rougher without him being at the opposite end has always seemed impossible. And it isn’t that he dislikes it—Neuvillette responds so keenly when it’s Wriothesley fucking him instead. 

Wriothesley just didn’t know it’d take wrestling to pull forward those older, baser instincts. He tucks the knowledge away for later use. 

His chest burns. He moans, tears leaking at the corners of his eyes as Neuvillette’s thrusts take a sharper edge. “Fuck,” curses Neuvillette, and Wriothesley wishes he could press it to vinyl. It’d have a permanent home on his phonograph and he’d fuck his hand to it time and time again. “Wriothesley.”

Wriothesley’s cock is so stiff it’s painful. He ruts against Neuvillette’s foot, groaning as he chases friction. Drool drips from his mouth. Neuvillette won’t stop staring, those ice-gray eyes full of heat. 

Worth it. Every moment of this is worth it; the tamping down on his alpha, the submitting to another. The pleasure that coils on Wriothesley’s gut is so close to snapping. Neuvillette’s grip shifts, fingers splayed against the back of his head. His thrusts slow but fuck deep, forcing Wriothesley to choke around him. 

There is a signal he can use; two taps against his thigh. Wriothesley doesn't, preferring to drown in the taste of him instead, the smell of unfettered alpha clinging to his nostrils. 

Wriothesley comes first with a choked-off moan, spilling in his trousers as he grinds against Neuvillette’s foot. He must look a mess. Neuvillette’s gaze is wild thing. He hisses Wriothesley’s name. His cock twitches, lodged in Wriothesley’s mouth. “I’m—Wriothesley.”

He’d pay money to hear Neuvillette say his name like that just once more. Neuvillette curses as he fucks his mouth several more times. His thighs tense underneath Wriothesley’s fingers as he hurtles toward the edge. So close they can both taste it. His cock swells as Neuvillette nears his peak—

And then Neuvillette shoves Wriothesley off of his cock. 

“What are you—”

Neuvillette cries out as he fucks his hand for the last several strokes and comes all over Wriothesley’s face in thick, heavy ropes of his spend. Wriothesley blinks, stunned. Then he yanks off his shirt and wipes away the mess before tossing it aside, too concerned to make a show of swallowing it down as he’d prefer.

Confusion. Wriothesley is very confused, particularly by the sudden change in Neuvillette’s behavior. The acrid scent of shame fills the air. Neuvillette’s expression isn’t one of panic, but rather extreme embarrassment. He squeezes the base of his cock in a white-knuckled grip. 

Oh. Oh. Like a switch that’s been flipped, Wriothesley cuts the teasing and turns sweet. He pulls at Neuvillette’s hand, trying to pry it away from his knot. “Let me see.”

“Wriothesley, I’m—”

“Don’t apologize.”

“I could’ve hurt you.”

“Would’ve been an accident and nothing I couldn’t handle.” Wriothesley manages to peel away Neuvillette’s fingers. “Besides,” he continues, leaning forward to nuzzle heated and sweaty skin. “I’m incredibly flattered. I’ve never had another alpha pop their knot for me.”

Neuvillette groans, mortified. This too, Wriothesley enjoys. He’s seen so many different sides of him tonight and wants to etch every single one into his brain. He kisses the bulge of Neuvillette’s knot, tongue tracing it. “Remember your rut? The unexpected one? Did you—”

“Yes.”

The honest answer comes as a surprise. Wriothesley smiles against Neuvillette’s cock, kissing the swell at its base sweetly. “Consider this alpha pleased.”

“You don’t have to tend to it.”

“Let me.” Wriothesley curls his fingers around the knot and squeezes, delighting in the way that Neuvillette groans. “Next time, though, let's not waste it, okay?”

“Don’t tease me—”

“I’m not teasing.” And Wriothesley isn’t. He isn’t the type to knot so easily either but there’s always the delicious thought of it lingering in his brain. But Neuvillette—he was so hot and horny, so wound-tight, so trusting, that he couldn’t stop himself. Wriothesley absolutely wants to be stuffed full of it. Another time. They’ll work out the details. 

For now, he just mimics the grip that soothes the aftermath of it all. Neuvillette breathes heavily as he watches him back. Wriothesley grins and kisses the bulge again, dragging another moan from the back of Neuvillette’s throat. “How long for you, typically?” 

“It’ll—just keep… doing that. It’ll ease off.”

Wriothesley almost wishes it were more romantic but he can’t complain, especially when the result is Neuvillette all flustered and red-faced. 

“Next time, though, a bed at least.” One tease. Wriothesley allows himself one little tease.

“Wriothesley.”

“Preferable locked inside me—”

“Wriothesley.” Neuvillette’s cock jerks, twitching again. Still half-hard with a raging knot. 

And Wriothesley knows Neuvillette’s refractory period is short. He plays nice instead. “Sleep,” he promises. “We’ll clean up, go bathe, and then sleep.”

Neuvillette sighs, still flush with embarrassment. But he pets Wriothesley’s hair sweetly, regarding him with warmth. It is then that Wriothesley realizes things have shifted with this. Not that Wriothesley was concerned but this ordeal cements it all. 

Wriothesley’s chest rumbles, pleased. Neuvillette pets his hair, relaxed and slack. Wriothesley doesn’t think he’s ever felt so warm and placid. 

They’re meant to be, he thinks. Secondary genders be damned. Wriothesley just wonders if Neuvillette has noticed it yet. 

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay-adjacent Visuals: Man of Constant Sorrow

Geoff's cover of Man Of Constant Sorrow was uploaded on the 15th of April, 2023 (the birthday of one of my best friends actually - lucky them). Geoff says in the description of the video: "As great as the song is, I always felt like it needed a bridge, so I wrote one. I fully expect some haterade in the comments section for that, but I love you all anyway." As far as I know, he has received exactly zero (0) "haterade" in the comments section for it, and nor does he deserve any! The bridge is great, and so good that those who don't know the original song (like myself and a few of the reactors I've watched) could think that it was just part of the original song (and did in fact think that), and those who do know the original might think it's from a completely different song! (Like one or two other reactors I've watched).

But anyway, enough about the song (and Geoff's mind-boggling ability to just write new lyrics on a whim, apparently), time to talk about the visuals! Let's go!

This video was filmed at "Big Oaks Ranch", which you might recognise as being the same filming location of Geoff's video for Take Me Home Country Roads (which I skipped over I know), as well as Voiceplay's videos for Daddy Sang Bass and Billie Eilish In 3 Minutes!

(Also check out how warm/saturated this shot is!)

A rare occasion of giving each of the Backup Geoffs different outfits despite it not being a theatrical/majorly-story-based video! We got Blue Shirt Geoff (wearing a polo with none of the 3 buttons done up on it), Light Shirt Geoff (wearing what I think is a pale-green shirt, but I'm not sure, with the top two buttons undone), Black Shirt Geoff (surprise surprise 😝😂) (t-shirt, so no buttons to speak of), and Plaid Flannel Geoff (with at least two buttons undone at the top, and open enough that you can see his necklace on full display!)

(Also that reddish brown belt gets a decent bit of usage doesn't it? Same one as two of the Cowboy Geoffs were wearing in Ghost Riders I believe, and I think it's been worn in Sixteen Tons and/or Big Bad John as well?)

Appreciation for the way the camera panned down along the train tracks, then panned up to Geoff, feet to head. We stan (also full necklace spotted here too!)

Sir how does your hair do that, how is your hair so good that you're giving me hair envy? (For the record, I have long, orange, wavy hair, and yet I can't help but be allured by Geoff's hair sometimes! 😅)

Let's talk about "Hat Geoff" for a minute here, because he's clearly the protagonist of this video, but in an interesting and uncommon twist, he's not actually the lead singer in this video - Light Shirt Geoff is!

(Also I'm genuinely wondering if that's an actual photo that he's holding, and if so, what's on it? (knowing him, my bet is that it's a picture of Kathy/him and Kathy <3 ))

Fun fact: Geoff's "guitar-playing" in this video is mostly just him faking it; doing simple strumming and stuff like that. He can't actually play guitar - or not in the typical way at least. For most of the instrumental stuff in his covers, he uses some sort of plug-in that connects to an electric keyboard/piano, iirc.

(Also the strings are barely vibrating as he's strumming, and I don't think he's even holding a guitar pick. I can't play guitar either though so what do I know? 😅)

Well he certainly looks good with it at any rate! 😁

"I can feel it like a bullet, no matter where I tread,"

(On my list of "movements/gestures from a Voiceplay/Geoff that I replicate nearly every time I sing it to myself 😝"_

"All my days I have been running from these GHOSTS within my head!"

The flowers placed next to Geoff's hat here, are known as "baby's breath", and apparently they've long been used as a symbol of purity, innocence, hope, and new beginnings. Their inclusion in this video would not have been for no reason!

(Also maybe Geoff does know a little bit about guitar-playing? Based on the way he changes hand/finger position on the neck of the guitar).

To just throw in an E1 subharmonic like it's the simplest thing in the world, while looking this good... god it's almost too much!

Also a bit of a fan of Plaid Flannel Geoff though ngl 👀

Genuinely some lovely cinematography in this video! (And apparently a lot of that is because of Geoff as well! Although Layne often helps out with the Steadicam)

Neat!

And I feel like it would be remiss of me to not highlight Geoff's message to people at the end: 😁

"I should mention that the train tracks I was walking down were not in use! So please please please don't go walking down any train tracks near you - trains are big and strong, and you are soft and squishy." [pfft, a Very Important Message indeed!]

I enjoy Man of Constant Sorrow for the fact that for the majority of the song, I can stay pretty easily on key with it (though often a couple or so octaves higher, of course). And that bridge is really awesome, and I could not imagine the song without it!

Only got a couple more Geoff videos that I wanna talk about (at the time of me typing this, at least), but they are my two other favourite videos on his channel (other than Way Down), so be prepared for many more screencaps! Stay tuned!