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noirrose21-blog · 3 days ago

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⭑ Mine all mine ⭑

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Pairing: (TGC) Gaius Julius Caesar x fem!reader

A/N: as requested by multiple people ;)

Warnings: +18 mdni, mutual pining, cheating reader, murdered/poisoned husband, affair, making out, grinding/humping, oraljob (both f and m receiving), handjob (both f and m receiving), vaginal sex and creampie.

Summary: You hated your husband and want to be rid of him, luckily you meet a certain man who will change your life.

Word count: 3.6k

Another boring fucking supper party hosted by your boring fucking husband. You were only married to him for about two months but you never wanted him. All you got married for was the money and power your husband could provide. You came from a great ancient family in Rome.

So does he, your husband was a well known and feared senator. Quite an important man, but also old. And not to mention gross and too horny. It was well known you were beautiful and from when you were young you had many suitors lined up, begging for your fathers approval, but your husband was the richest, so he won.

You rolled your eyes as he looked way too proud to have you at his side. You greeted your his guests and your husband got many envious stares from his male guests. You never needed to persuade him much, many men fell to their knees at the sight of you. And you knew that even though you were a ‘helpless’ woman, you at least had that power.

Many old, ugly and plain people passed you, while the women all gave you glares. You never understood why they had to be so envious while you were all in it together. Most women were actually girls, some even as young as 14 to 15. You were more lucky though, you were married the day you turned 18. Some consider that too late but those were your fathers terms.

You were very grateful for him and you knew that he would have your back. You started to get more and more bored when the amount of people didn’t seem to end, luckily you had one of the biggest houses in Rome and it could fit thousands of people if it had to. But the guest list for tonight was only about two hundred. Two hundred of the most important people in Rome.

But then it seemed time slowed when a certain brown haired man stopped to greet your ugly husband. The man then introduced himself to you. “Gaius Julius Caesar, thank you for having me, it’s a beautiful home. Almost as beautiful as you, it is true what they say... You are very lucky.” He said that last part while turning to your husband before joining the larger party in the main hall. Your husband thinned his lips and looked at you angrily.

You shrugged your shoulders and placed a hand on his, faking your empathy for the idiot. He of course fell for it, as always, and went back to greeting the last guests strolling in. Only a couple more stiff smiles before finally the whole party was here, and your husband went to check on some of his men. You strided towards some women you knew growing up and started a conversation with them.

They provided you with some gossip and soon you were talking about the husbands all of you wanted instead of the ones you got. So you told them about Gaius and of course they knew who you were talking about. “Of course you want the most devious one of them, and I bet you could get him too, I saw how he looked at you, only moments ago.” One of them told you. And sure enough, when you looked over one of the women’s shoulders, his brown eyes were looking at you.

You smiled at him, the way you did when you ‘persuaded’ your husband, he grinned back. One of his men looked at him questioningly. “Too bad she’s already married.” Agrippa whispered to Gaius, which earned him an annoyed look. “So? Divorce exists.” He fired back. “You really think that that old man is going to let a woman like her go? And what if she’s pregnant? She’ll have to give up that child.” Agrippa argued.

“Don’t think she is, a girl like her wouldn’t let an old fuck like him touch her.” He smiled, Agrippa rolled his eyes. “She doesn’t have a choice obviously, that’s why she very well could be.” Gaius got annoyed by his friend and needed a break from his constant nagging. He always got what he wanted and he would have you too.

He strolled over to Cicero’s wife, not nearly as pretty as you but he was hard from your smiles at him and he needed relief. He wasn’t too sure about getting away with fucking you at your own husband’s party. So the desperate one would do, he knew she would do anything he asked, he was one of the most young, handsome and richest ones here.

So he whispered something in her ear, that of course didn’t go unnoticed by you and jealousy filled your chest. Your face fell, and he glanced at you while he discreetly followed the other woman up the stairs. You decided to ignore it and went back to talking with your ‘friends’ instead. You did learn that he wasn’t married and you envied him. He could do whatever he wanted but you couldn’t.

You tried to focus on anything else but the thought of him fucking that other woman right now but you couldn’t and before you knew it you had excused yourself and rapidly ascended the stairs. Glancing behind, you saw your husband and his guests busy talking and drinking. He didn’t have a fucking clue.

You searched around the quiet upper floor for a while, until you heard soft groans and moans. The sounds lead you closer and closer to your own bedchamber. When you pulled the soft fabric aside and your eyes met his, he was laid on your bed with the woman between his legs, sucking him off. He started to pant and moan faster at the sight of you.

The sounds and the sight of such an arousing scene made heat puddle in your own belly. And soon you were panting along with him, your eyes never left each other and the look on your face quickly made him cum in the woman’s mouth, waking you up and moving yourself behind the fabric again, being careful the woman didn’t see you when she left.

Then he appeared from behind the curtain, giving you a wink as he walked off. “That’s Cicero’s wife.” Your words made him turn around as he walked back over to you. “Yes.” He replied curtly. “I thought he was your friend.” He stepped closer to you. “He is. He married her because her family’s rich. That’s why everyone gets married, money, power, family. They’re the only things that matter.”

You looked up at him and he glanced at your lips, licking his own. “To the son of a money lender I’m sure that’s true.” He smiled and inhaled. “Grandson.” He mumbled, before crashing his lips on yours. You whimpered at the sudden feeling and he only deepened the kiss, gripping your hips tightly. Your hand travelled up his leg and he leaned into your touch. Then you squeezed his bulge, he let go of your lips and groaned in response.

“That’s my bed.” You said, he looked at you with heavy eyes. Then you let go of him, leaving him there with another erection. You went back to the party and your husband, much to your approval, was already drunk, good, no sex tonight. He had only fucked you once on your wedding night, but his seed didn’t take root so you were still free from the burden of a child, but you knew that one day he would succeed, so you had to take action.

The party was soon over and the guests started to leave, you were once again at your husband's side but now bidding them goodnight. And soon enough Gaius walked past, only giving you a grin. Your husband looked at you questioningly but you again pretended not to know Gaius’ intentions. Since he was still drunk he quickly forgot and the last of the guests had left for the night.

That night you were thankfully in your own bed, your husband passed out in his own and your hand slid down your stomach between your thighs, pleasuring yourself to the thought of him. And that night after you had one of the best orgasms of your life, you dreamt of him. Gaius Julius Caesar, showing up on a huge white stallion with a hundred knights, slaying your husband and claiming you as his.

A few months went by and everytime you still managed to avoid being with child. Much to your husband’s dismay, who grew more impatient and annoyed. But you promised him that soon you would bear a son. This was not true, when he did have sex with you, you had your servant bring you water, and you washed his spend out of you. So far it worked, as you showed no signs.

You were only a few moments back home from the market with some other wives when your husband barged in. Snapping you out of your thoughts as you admired some of your new jewellery. “I have good news!” He laughed. It made your stomach curl. “Gaius Julius Caesar himself has invited us to a supper party at his house. Some three hundred are invited and we are one of them!” Now that made your smile return.

So only a few nights later you arrived at Gaius’ house, it was even bigger than yours and he greeted you with a big smile. Your idiot of a husband didn’t even notice, taking in the house. Soon you were joining the larger party and your husband was quickly lost in the crowd. Good. You didn’t need that fool tonight. No, your plans were different from his. Tonight you would get yourself a new husband.

It didn’t take long for him to find you, you purposely had left to ‘catch some air’ and had walked to the balcony outside. He walked up behind you and joined your side. “You enjoying the party?” He asked. “Not really.” You responded, looking at him with heavy eyes. His tongue pressed the inside of his cheek. “Me neither. Follow me up soon, third door to the left.” With that he made his way back inside.

Moments later when you knew for sure he was in his room already, your feet guided you inside, and you as discreetly as possible made your way upstairs. You passed the doors, one, two, three. You knocked on the door and it opened fast, a hand pulling you inside. “No one followed you?” You shook your head. His lips then pressed against yours and he pulled you against him tightly. He broke the kiss for only a moment.

“I will make you mine.” He groaned against your lips. You smiled and his tongue soon invaded your mouth. You moaned at the feeling, heat cursed through you and you knew you had made the right decision. He moved both of your bodies towards the bed, climbing on top of you. Then he started to nip and suck at your neck, your moans echoing through his room. Never had you felt such pleasure from so little.

“Gonna show you how a husband is supposed to fuck his wife.” He growled against your skin. You gasped at his words and he harshly ripped off your robes, sucking and licking at your exposed skin. Your body responded beautifully to his touch and he had never been this hard in his life. Your own body was aching as well, begging him for relief.

He kissed down your bare body and didn’t neglect your breasts, he flicked his tongue over your nipples and you shivered at the sensation. Is this what sex is supposed to be? When he was pleased with your now sensitive nipples he kissed down until he reached your glistening folds. He licked his lips before dipping his head down, licking at your clit. Your back arched and a loud cry left your lips.

“Feels good doesn’t it? My little slut, you’re all mine now.” He groaned swiftly going back in. He moaned against your cunt when he grinded his hard cock against the bed. Only adding to your own pleasure. Your hand moved to his head, grabbing his brown locks for support. He saw this as a sign to move his tongue faster and so he rapidly flicked his tongue over your clit.

You could barely breathe, the pleasure was suffocating you and you could only whimper at the warm tongue between your legs. He noticed your peak was near and moved his hand to enter a finger inside you, sliding it further in until he reached that sensitive spot inside you. He knew he found it when you jerked at his touch. He never slowed down his tongue as he now fingered you as well, bringing you to edge of release.

With only two more licks and a press against your sensitive spot inside, you contracted when your climax rushed through you, coming with a loud cry of his name. You didn’t give a single fuck about if anyone had heard you, since he made you cum so hard you saw spots. When the overwhelming feeling had calmed, you looked down at him, he was still between your legs, resting his face on your left thigh. Your juices over his face and his pupils blown wide.

He only allowed you a moment before he came back up, licking your lips and into your mouth when you opened it on instinct. He let go off you for a moment to take off his own robes, revealing abs and a dark happy trail leading to his thick hard cock. It had veins and a red leaking tip. You couldn’t wait to put it in your mouth, nevertheless inside you.

You sat up and moved on your knees, Gaius positioned himself on the bed, him now in your previous place against the pillows. You moved between his legs now and realised you had never sucked a cock before. Your husband always just immediately penetrated you and that was the end of it. “Do you ever do this for your husband?” He asked, his voice raspy as his eyes were glued to your tits. You shook your head. “Good.”

He motioned you to come closer and he wrapped your hand around his cock, helping you pump it up and down. “Now just kiss it, and then wrap your lips and suck on it.” You did as told, you knew you’d do anything to him. You carefully kissed his tip, right at the slit where pre cum was dribbling out and he hissed at the feeling. Then you wrapped your lips around his uncut cock, he helped you pull the skin down a bit so his whole tip was exposed. You instinctively let your tongue swirl around his angry head, and he let out a cry of pleasure.

You stopped for a moment, “Am I better than that whore from my husband’s party?” A grin played on his lips, “She doesn’t even slightly compare to you.” You smiled at his words and went back to swirling your tongue over his tip. “Fuck- go deeper- take it deeper- ah!” You took him deeper in your throat as he commanded and he grabbed your head. His other hand furiously holding on to the sheets.

He wasn’t too long but he was very thick and his was so much prettier and bigger than your husbands, it made you drool all over his cock. You wondered what his response would be to fondling his sack so you moved your free hand up his leg. He looked down at you with an open mouth, completely frozen when you started to massage his balls. He could only let out hitched breaths and grunts.

“K-keep going- almost there- please!” He moaned when you licked his slit, your other hand still giving his balls attention too. And soon his abdomen tensed, his breath stuck in his throat as his cock twitched in your mouth, then his seed spurted down your throat, a guttural moan leaving his. “Fuckkkk!” He came so much it dripped out of your mouth, on your chin as well as his shaft and balls. He gasped and moaned at the sight.

You let go of his cock and swallowed the salty liquid, he sat up and swiped his thumb over your chin, gathering the remainder of his seed and putting it in your mouth. You made sure to suck his thumb all clean before he pulled it out, chuckling at how dirty he had already made you. Gaius then pulled you towards him by your waist so you laid upon his chest. “I will have one of my men discreetly kill your idiot husband, so you might be mine.” You looked at him with uncertainty. “What?” He asked.

“How though? My husband is a powerful man, we have a lot of guards.” He smiled sweetly at you before kissing your head. “Don’t worry about that, Agrippa and I will make a plan. Then we shall have the most beautiful wedding Rome has ever seen.” And so you got dressed after a while and looked for your husband. Gaius gave you a smile before blending in with the crowd.

You were awoken by screams of members of the household, it had been a week since the party of Gaius and you anxiously awaited for your husband's death. You and Gaius knew he would never divorce you and so he had to die, in order for you to marry him. You threw the sheets off you and ran to where the screams were coming from. Your husband's room, finally. You were stopped by one of the servants who begged you to stay back but you pushed past him.

There he laid, in his bed, In a puddle of blood. Blood stain trails out of his nostrils, tear ducts and mouth, even out of his ears. What had Gaius done to him? Clearly some sort of poison. You pretended to be surprised and screamed, pretending to want to go to him and ‘struggling’ against the servant's grip holding you back, he then led you back to your room. Not long after the body was removed, the news was all over Rome. And a grim funeral followed. Gaius attended as well as his friend Agrippa and he ‘comforted’ you during the remembrance supper.

Two days after the funeral, Gaius arrived at your house. You, by law, had inherited the estate and got approval to find a new husband, what the senate didn’t know, was that you had already picked one. And so the news of your wedding soon spread like wildfire across Rome, the women jealous and talking about how fast you had found a new husband. But you didn’t care.

The wedding itself was somehow better than your previous. A thousand had come, and you wore the finest jewellery and fabrics. Even Gaius had on a marvellous robe and his hair was for once neat. You couldn’t help but stare and smile at each other during the ceremony and it was soon officiated with a heated kiss. Gathering a loud applause from the guests. The rope that tied your gown was loosely fastened, ensuring Gaius would have easy access later that night.

You only had a quick supper party after the ceremony, wanting nothing more than to finally fuck your new husband. So you rushed up the stairs, not bothering to wait for the last guests to leave and immediately rushing to his bedchamber, slamming the door shut behind him he almost jumped you. Slamming his lips against yours in a frenzied kiss.

“Finally I have you.” He said between kisses, once again moving you to his bed. But this time it was you who climbed on top of him, grounding your hips against his, he easily pulled the rope out of its knot. Your gown almost fell off you with the rope discarded but Gaius helped pull it off anyway.

You could already feel how soaked you were. Your heated kiss resumed and Gaius’ hips bucked up into yours eagerly. “How about I just fuck you right now hm?” He groaned. He didn’t even pull off his own robe, rather he helped you lift up the skirts, revealing his aching cock. You held yourself steady with both hands on his chest, he lined his length up at your entrance and you carefully sank down on him.

Both of your moans filled the room, the sensation of his cock filling you up so well becoming overwhelming. “So fucking tight-” He gritted out, hips snapping up into you as his patience had run out. He had to have you, fill you with his child. The thought of you waddling around with a swollen belly made him dizzy.

You rode him with urgence wanting nothing more than for him to fill you with his cum, the thought drove you crazy. His cock hit that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust and it made you a blabbering moaning mess, clenching down on his cock as you came with a cry. His grip on your hips tightened and he fucked into you mercilessly, soon his hips started to falter and cuss after cuss left his lips. With a couple more harsh pounds into you he filled you with his seed.

And just like last time, he came so much, it dripped out of you. He quickly turned you around and pulled out in the process. With two fingers he pushed his cum back inside ensuring a child would be on the way soon. And it worked, in no time you were walking around with a swollen belly, a proud look on Gaius’ face. But of course he still fucked you every night.

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noirrose21-blog · 3 days ago

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⭑ TGC Characters Masterlist ⭑

Main masterlist

𐙚 Smut - ☾ Angst - ✧ Fluff

Gaius Julius Caesar:

Mine all mine 𐙚☾ Summary: You hate your husband and want to be rid of him. Luckily, you meet a certain man who will change your life.

Malachy Granger (The Jetty):

Toxic Love 𐙚 Summary: You meet a mysterious, handsome guy while walking home. Would it hurt to accept the ride?

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noirrose21-blog · 4 days ago

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I recently watched the series Outlander and I feel like Cregan Stark x reader would fit in this AU so well

Like imagine you are from the modern era. Skyscrapers, airplanes, no dragons or dire wolves. The old Houses are almost extinct. In your era the castle of winterfell is basically a ruin.

Imagine you touch an old tree or a stone and get transferred to the past. At first nothing seem different except for colder weather, because global warming in your era made the north slightly warmer. You just thought the temperature dropped. Then you started to find your way back, the roads are not the same, no concrete roads, more trees. Imagine running into some people and you thought why they are dressed in those rough old clothes. They basically cursed you because you were asking for the nearest bus station. Imagine failing to find a way back to your hotel and you slowly realized it's a completely different era.

You stumbled and fell down from a higher grown and landed right in front of Cregan and his hunting party. You passed out of course, and these northern men have never been more confused. Your clothes are something they have never seen before. And they have certainly never seen you.

Imagine Cregan carrying you himself and putting you in a tent, their hunting camp for the night. He and his men have already hunted a few sports.

You wake up with a terrible headache, in a tent, no modern light or lamps, just candles, animal furs as blankets. You very cautiously step out, men sitting around a fire, drinking, eating. All men and you are the only woman there. Naturally you will feel less safe. One of them spots you and then suddenly all eyes are on you. And what you do? You try to run away

Imagine you are not even out of the camp and someone grabs you from behind, he is taller than you and definitely stronger. All you can do is beg him to not hurt you and let you go. Imagine Cregan asking you to stop fighting and he gives you his word that your honor and safety is his responsibility from now and no man will harm you. You finally calm down and stop fighting. He slowly releases you. He introduces himself and you are just shocked and speechless. The Cregan Stark you learned about in history class is standing right in front of you. You introduce yourself and just tell him you are from the South. You can't tell him or anyone that you are from the future, they will all think you are just a crazy lady

Imagine he takes you back to the tent and you learned it's his tent, and he put you there in the first place because no one would dare to go in. He brings you food and ale. He comments on your "weird" clothes and you lie that it's your brother's travelling outfit, a gift from your distant aunt from one of the free cities, and you stole it. He tells you he will get you proper clothes once you all reach winterfell

Imagine the next night one of his men entered the tent drunk and tried to force himself on you. Obviously you fight him as best as you could but unfortunately you were no match for him. Imagine Cregan hearing your screams and running in, pulling the man off you. He promised you his protection and there is no way that man is going unpunished.

Imagine Cregan dragging the man to the center of the camp. Some brought him his sword, you have never seen a sword so big. And you certainly never saw anyone get their head cut off...well there is a first time for everything

Imagine arriving at the winterfell castle on a horse. The same castle you saw in ruins just a couple of days ago. The history books didn't do justice in describing the place at all.

Imagine Cregan ordering maids to properly wash you and dress you. You are his guest and he will give you all the comfort and respect the castle has to offer.

Imagine your nervousness and awkwardness when two maids wash you. You have never experienced anything like this before. The dress they choose for you is warm and dark blue, perfectly fits you, a dress you are certain you saw in the museum once.

Imagine walking into the great hall, it's empty, except for Cregan and two of his men. You thank the lord of winterfell for his kindness and hospitality. And he just can't stop staring

Imagine Cregan taking your hand and offering you a tour of the place. How can you say no

Whether you will be able to go back home and back to your time is a different matter. But for now you can strongly say that Cregan Stark is one of a kind and you are starting to feel smitten by him

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noirrose21-blog · 4 days ago

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You should so write something about that thirst trap that tom posted

Quiet, Baby

Tom Taylor x reader

smut 18+, mdni warnings: explicit sexual content, gym thirst trap scenario, possessive/desperate sexual pursuit, public Instagram post as sexual provocation, semi-public risk (sex in family home while parent is downstairs), riding, unprotected sex, creampie, messy kissing, spit-sharing, rough grinding, dirty talk, praise kink, hickeys/marking, thigh-gripping, hair pulling, ass grabbing, orgasm control, mutual desperation, overstimulation, and risk of being overheard.

A/N: Haven’t written for Tom in a while… I’m so sorry baby. 😭 This one’s actually from an older request, back when he posted that IG thirst trap. When I tell you my soul left my body?? I was unwell. Buuut I didn’t screenshot it (I don’t keep proof of my gooning on my phone, okay??), so the description is purely based on what I remembered.

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You had just come out of the shower, hair still damp, a towel wrapped lazily around your body, when your phone buzzed. A notification. Tom Taylor posted a story. Nothing unusual. Probably a meme. Maybe a pic from the pub with Harry. You opened it without thinking.

And that’s when the world stopped.

The image burned into your vision, scorched into your brain like the afterglow of staring at the sun too long. Tom. Shirtless. In the gym bathroom mirror. Grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low, teasing the waistband of his boxers. His abs were fully, unapologetically there, slick with sweat, chest flushed from exertion. That short blonde hair of his was damp, sticking to his forehead in messy little clumps. He wasn’t even smirking. Just lazily lifting the phone, unaware of how fucking feral he looked. Or maybe… maybe he was aware. The bastard.

You stood there for a moment, stunned, towel slipping a little as your hand twitched.

And then you moved.

Clothes. Keys. No bra. Wet hair. No makeup. You didn’t care. You pulled on shorts and the first hoodie you could find, his, of course. Grabbed your phone and bolted. You were already in the car before you could think about how insane you looked.

You didn’t text. You didn’t call. You drove. Straight to his parents’ house. You parked crookedly, jogged up the drive barefoot, and let yourself in. His mum’s voice called something from the kitchen, but you didn’t answer. You were possessed.

Up the stairs. Three at a time.

His bedroom door was cracked. He was inside, lying on his bed, still shirtless, scrolling on his phone.

And then you pounced.

He barely had time to gasp before you were on him. Straddling his lap, grabbing his face, crashing your mouth onto his like it was the last drop of water in a desert. He made a noise in the back of his throat, something between surprise and arousal, and dropped the phone to the floor.

“Jesus, what the fuck, babe?” he muttered between kisses, eyes wide, hands flying to your thighs.

“You know what the fuck, Tom,” you growled, biting at his bottom lip, tugging it between your teeth until he groaned. “That fucking story.”

“What...?”

“You posted a full-on thirst trap. With veins, Tom. The V-line. Your boxers were saying hello.”

Tom flushed immediately, cheeks pink, pupils blown wide. “I was sweaty, I didn’t even...”

“Don’t even try that.” You ground down on his lap, and he gasped like he’d been punched in the gut. “You knew what you were doing.”

His hands slid under your hoodie, up your bare sides, and he hissed softly when he realized you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

“Fuck. You drove like this?”

“I didn’t even dry my hair.” You kissed down his neck, sucking just under his jawline until he whimpered. “Didn’t even put on underwear.”

His fingers dug into your hips. “You’re going to kill me.”

“Good.” You rocked your hips again. “Then you can haunt me shirtless.”

And then everything devolved.

The kisses turned filthy. Open-mouthed. Tongue-heavy. Wet and eager and needy. His hands roamed like he was trying to memorize your body all over again, fingers pressing into your thighs, your waist, dragging the hoodie higher until he could fist it at your back and yank you even closer. Your mouths crashed again and again, teeth knocking, tongues tangling, spit slicking both your lips.

“Fucking hell,” he moaned when you started grinding harder, panting against his mouth. “You’re so, fuck, you taste so good.”

“You taste like sweat,” you whispered, biting his neck again. “And I like it.”

“Jesus Christ.” His voice cracked, breath coming in sharp bursts. “You’re out of your fucking mind.”

“You made me this way.” You sucked on his collarbone, hard enough to bruise, dragging your nails down his chest. “You can’t just post shit like that and expect me to stay home and behave.”

His hips jerked up beneath you, desperate. “I wanted to show off. For you.”

“Oh yeah?” You grinned against his throat. “You wanted me to see it and get all desperate and needy? You wanted me to ride you the second I saw it?”

“Fucking yes.”

You kissed him again, hot and messy, spit smearing from your lips to his chin. You grabbed his hair, tugged it, and he moaned into your mouth, teeth dragging over your tongue. Your bodies moved together with reckless, uncoordinated hunger. His fingers squeezed your thighs so tight it bordered on painful, his other hand fisting the sheets beside him like he didn’t trust himself to grab you too hard.

The air was thick with your panting. The slap of lips. The soft sounds of desperation. Every time you pulled back, you dove right back in. Your teeth scraped. Your hips rolled. Your thighs clenched around his waist like you never wanted to get off him again.

And Tom… Tom looked wrecked.

Messy hair. Red lips. Eyes so dark they looked black. His boxers now fully visible above those damned sweatpants, tenting hard beneath your weight. He was a mess of arousal and confusion, wrecked by how fast it had escalated and how much he fucking loved it.

Tom groaned, eyes rolling back slightly, and dragged you back into another kiss like he couldn’t stand even a second of distance.

Your lips were slick, swollen, and slightly parted as you ground down on him, your hands in his hair, your thighs tight around his waist. Tom’s voice had gone quiet, nearly strangled from how hard he was trying not to make a sound.

“Don’t make me stop,” you whispered against his ear. “I swear to God...”

“I’m not,” he gasped, hips bucking up. “Just, fuck, babe. My mum is literally downstairs.”

“Then you better keep your pretty little mouth shut.”

You didn’t give him time to answer.

You pushed him back onto the mattress, climbing off just long enough to shove your shorts and panties down your legs, tossing them somewhere near the laundry basket. Tom watched with wide, hungry eyes, lips parted, flushed from the intensity. His hair stuck out in every direction, still damp from the gym, chest rising and falling with rapid, shallow breaths.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he whispered.

You slid your hands down his sweatpants and boxers in one swift, greedy motion. His cock sprang free, flushed dark and already leaking. It throbbed in your palm and you gave it a tight pump, smirking when he hissed and bucked into your grip.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered, “fuckfuckfuck...”

“Tom,” you warned softly. “Be quiet.”

“You’re not helping.”

But his eyes dropped between your legs like he was a starved dog.

You didn’t tease. You were too far gone. You straddled him again, guiding him to your entrance with one hand, the other braced on his chest. His fingers dug into your thighs the second he felt you press down, sliding over him inch by inch. Your breath caught. He was thick, warm, stretching you until your thighs trembled from the effort of keeping still.

Tom’s hands flew to his mouth, covering it as he tried to swallow the low moan that threatened to escape. His eyes were wrecked. Glassy. Desperate.

“Oh God,” he mouthed against his palm. “You’re fucking tight.”

You leaned over him, hands on either side of his head, moving slowly, letting your hips roll in steady, filthy circles. The slick sound of your bodies filled the room, obscene and wet. His cock hit deep, thick inside you, making your thighs quiver and your stomach clench. His bed creaked softly under your rhythm.

And he was trying. So fucking hard.

He bit his fist. Closed his eyes. Whispered fuckfuckfuck into the pillow.

“Feel good, baby?” you purred, dragging your lips along his neck. “Feel me?”

He nodded desperately, fists clutching the sheets.

“I missed you,” you breathed. “Saw that picture and thought about bouncing on you until you begged.”

“Y-you’re evil,” he choked.

You picked up the pace. Wet, fast, unrelenting. His cock pulsed deep inside you, dragging against all the right places as you rode him faster, harder. Every time your hips slapped down, his mouth fell open like he was about to moan, and then he’d choke it back again.

You grabbed his face, kissed him hard. Tongue sliding over his. Tasting his breath. Swallowing his cries.

His hands slipped up your hoodie, grabbing fistfuls of your bare ass as he thrust up to meet you. The friction sent jolts through your core, white heat flooding your nerves.

You whimpered into his mouth. “Gonna make me cum all over you. Like a good little boy.”

Tom’s eyes rolled back. His jaw clenched like he was holding back a scream. You were ruining him. Right here in his childhood bed, just one floor above the woman who raised him. And he was loving every second of it.

Your thighs started to shake. You could feel the orgasm building. A tight, hot ball low in your belly, your muscles coiling as you chased it ruthlessly.

“I’m close,” you whispered into his ear. “Fuck, baby, I’m close.”

He grabbed your hips, fucking up into you hard, nearly knocking the breath from your lungs. His lips pressed to your throat, panting into your skin.

“Cum,” he rasped. “Cum on me. Please, I can’t, fuck, I can’t hold it...”

You broke with a muffled cry, clutching his shoulders as your walls clenched around him, gushing, thighs trembling with the force of it. You clung to him, lips on his shoulder, biting into his skin to stop yourself from screaming.

He held on two more thrusts before he came with a strangled moan, thick ropes of cum spilling inside you, his arms wrapped tight around your back, body shaking with the effort of staying silent.

You stayed like that for a moment. Pressed together, soaked in sweat and cum, bodies twitching, breath hitching, heartbeats racing. His cock was still inside you, twitching slightly as he came down from the high.

You kissed his jaw, chest still heaving. “I think I gave you a heart attack.”

He swallowed thickly. “You gave me a fucking religious experience.”

You giggled, quietly. “Think your mum heard?”

“She probably thinks I’m having a seizure,” he whispered back, grinning. “Or got possessed.”

You rolled off him, boneless, your legs weak and trembling.

Tom looked over at you, flushed and ruined. “That was so fucking dangerous.”

You smiled into the pillow. “And so fucking worth it.”

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long ass ride let's go.

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Nitimur in Vetitum Masterlist

Ides of March, 44 BCE. The death of Julius Caesar.

When Caesar is assissinated his only living child, Lucretia Julia Caesaris, is left alone in the turbulant Rome. That is until her cousin, and new brother, Gaius Octavius arrives and changes the landscape of Rome forever.

chapters below↓

Chapters

chapter one: sanguis (blood)

chapter two: vetita (forbidden)

chapter three: pellis (skin)

chapter four: umbra (shadow)

chapter five: chalybe (steel)

chapter six: oriri (return)

chapter seven: potentia (power)

chapter eight: nupitae (wedding)

chapter nine: cadere (fall)

chapter ten: caedes (bloodshed)

chapter eleven: amor (love)

chapter twelve: bellum (war)

chapter thirteen: faciens movet (making moves)

chapter fourteen: ligatus (bound)

chapter fifteen: tribus (three)

chapter sixteen: cena (dinner)

chapter seventeen: electiones (choices)

chapter eighteen: vinculum (bonds)

chapter nineteen: seperatio (seperation)

chapter twenty: ortus (rise)

chapter twentyone: quattor (four)

chapter twentytwo: familia (family)

chapter twentythree: divortium inducit bellum (divorce leads to war)

chapter twentyfour: triumphus (triumph) (in progress)

CAST LIST (chapter 1-22)

CAST LIST (chapter 23+)

APPENDIX (skip through outline for different chapters)

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MASTERLIST

Last update: Aug. 2025

All of these contain SMUT, please check the warnings before reading.

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One Shots:

- Perform

You get married to Coriolanus Snow, a powerful man that you don’t even know, and try to adjust to your new life as his wife.

- Snakebite

Coriolanus has his eye on the new nurse of the caserne and he’d do anything to have her.

Series:

1 - There Will Come A Ruler

You agreed to a marriage of convenience with Coriolanus Snow to please your parents and be an asset in his campaign to become the new president of Panem. On your first wedding anniversary, the man who you barely spend time with and hardly know, tells you that he wants you to give him a heir.

2 - Snow Lands On Top

It’s the first round of the presidential elections and Coriolanus Snow’s results aren’t as good as he hoped. Fortunately, you’re there to give him an outlet for his frustration.

3 - Insatiable

Coriolanus is starting to lose control over his feelings for you and the way your driver seems to be flirting with you forces him to show him - and you - who you belong to.

4 - The Bitter Taste Of My Fury

After a vicious attack from the rebels, Coriolanus lets some of his true feelings for you show.

5 - Craving

After many attempts, you’re finally pregnant but you need Coriolanus’ help to induce labor.

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1 - District Girl

In district 12, peacekeeper Coriolanus Snow catches you sneaking past the fence. Thankfully for you, he accepts when you offer him a special arrangement in exchange of his silence.

2 - District Girl (Part 2)

Coriolanus doesn’t like how friendly you are to other men and how much you ignore him on his evening out at the Hob. So he decides to leave you with a lasting impression of him.

3 - District Girl (Part 3)

Coriolanus meets you again and, as a bad thunderstorm approaches, you invite him to take shelter in your cabin…

ˋˏ-༻❁༺-ˎˊ ˋˏ-༻❁༺-ˎˊ

1 - Playing With Fire (Pt. 1)

Coriolanus is forced to work on an assignment with a classmate but, while alone in her bedroom, he finds something interesting in her drawers and requests a demo.

2 - Playing With Fire (Pt. 2)

After working together on an assignment, Coriolanus still can’t seem to get along with her, but that doesn’t stop them from enjoying each other’s company.

Series:

1 - Exams, poltergeists and supply closets

You and Sebastian decide to sneak into your professor’s office late at night but with Peeves chasing after you, you have no choice but to hide together in a tiny supply closet… One thing leading to another, you end up passing the time rather pleasantly together. But your actions may have unexpected consequences…

2 - Friends with benefits… and a baby.

You and Sebastian decide that you might as well be “friends with benefits” during your pregnancy…

3 - Mandrakes, dusty books & an apology

You’re still managing to hide your pregnancy, but jealousy and mood swings are complicating everything.

4 - Tight shirts and short skirts

Spring break at Feldcroft wasn’t supposed to change everything, just a quiet escape with Sebastian. But between too-tight school uniforms, a baby you’re not supposed to have, and the terrifying question of what comes next… hiding how you feel is becoming impossible.

5 - Heatstroke, green jumpers and a lavender bath

After you collapsed during revision, Sebastian sneaks you into the Prefects’ Bathroom to cool off. It was supposed to be innocent but once his hands are on your skin… it becomes impossible to stop. And just when your world is already upside down, he says something that changes everything...

6 - WIP

One Shots:

- Memorable

Sebastian invites you to the ball, the very first one you get to attend at Hogwarts. After learning that you have yet a few more first times to experience, he vows to make this night memorable for both of you.

- Runaway

After what happened between him and his uncle, Sebastian has no choice but to run away with you.

- Fair Play

You duel Sebastian but things quickly take another turn. You both decide to give in to the desires that have been complicating your friendship, just this once.

Series:

1 - Bloodline

Your family arranged for you to marry Marvolo Gaunt. Fortunately, your best friend Ominis steps up and makes sure to save you from such a fate.

2 - Please

After your arranged marriage and wedding night with Ominis, you found yourselves alone in the Gaunt house for a few days.

3 - Heirloom

Weeks after your arranged wedding, you and Ominis have a few things to confess to each other…

One Shots:

- Like An Evening Sky

You ask Ominis to be your date for the ball and he feels sorry that he can’t see how beautiful you are... So you help him get a much more detailed and intimate idea of what you look like.

1 - Obsessive

The guy who made high school hell for you just escaped Willow Hill and now he’s in your home. He’s dangerous, obsessive, and very, very out of control… but maybe you’ve been just as twisted all along.

2 - Possessive

You’re supposed to be researching monsters in the safety of your library, but the real monster is already under your desk, feral, filthy, and determined to ruin you while your ex-boyfriend hovers just inches away.

3 - If I Catch You... (WIP)

William Bonney || Billy The Kid

- He’s All That I’ve Got

Your lover is on the run but he pays you a heated visit.

Billy Hargrove || Stranger Things

- The Queen Of Hawkins

You are the Queen of Hawkins (instead of Steve being king) but the new guy in town is after your crown and decides to try his luck at a party.

Benedict Bridgerton || Bridgerton

Muse

Your new husband wants to paint your portrait but you feel a bit insecure about yourself.

Victor Rookwood || Hogwarts Legacy

Captive

Five years post-Hogwarts, you work in the shadows, recovering stolen relics for the Ministry. But when a mission goes wrong, you end up captured, blindfolded and at the mercy of Victor Rookwood, seductive, cruel, and far too amused by your defiance. Tied, exposed, and forced to obey, you're about to learn what it truly means to be owned by the enemy.

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Possessive (2) || Tyler Galpin x Reader || (18+)

Outline: You’re supposed to be researching monsters in the safety of your library, but the real monster is already under your desk, feral, filthy, and determined to ruin you while your ex-boyfriend hovers just inches away.

Word Count: 4'052

Warnings: aged up characters. Mild spoilers for season 2A. (This is a fictional continuation to episode 4). Mentions of bullying. Filthy, feral smut that includes oral, unprotected sex, spit play, biting, bruises, marking (and cum marking), drip kink, public risk, humiliation, and obsessive energy. Read at your own risk (or pleasure).

(( Part 1 - Obsessive )) - (( Part 3 - If I catch you... (WIP) )) - (( Masterlist ))

You wake to the weight of him before you even open your eyes. Tyler’s arm is heavy across your waist, his breath warm against the back of your neck. For one split, disoriented second you forget everything, until the ache between your thighs reminds you exactly what happened.

Your whole body is sore and bruised in places you can’t even see yet. Bite marks burn along your throat, your chest, your thighs. The memory makes your stomach flip with both dread and something far darker.

Then the clock on your nightstand catches your eye. You bolt upright.

“Shit…” you breathe, ignoring the protest of your muscles as you swing your legs off the bed. “I’m late. I’m so late.”

Behind you, Tyler groans lazily and stretches like he’s got nowhere in the world to be. “Late for what?”

“My job,” you snap, rifling through drawers in panic. “The library. If I don’t show up, they’ll definitely know something’s not right.”

That gets his attention. He props himself up on one elbow, watching you with that sharp, predatory amusement you remember from high school, except now it’s worse. Darker. “You can barely walk straight, and you think you’re gonna fool anyone?”

Heat creeps up your face. “Shut up.”

You fumble through your dresser, grabbing the first clean blouse you can find. Your hands are shaking, not from fear but from the ache in your body, the soreness that makes every movement feel like a reminder of him.

He lounges back against your pillows, watching you like it’s a show. His hair is a mess, his chest bare, and he looks completely at ease, like your bed was always his.

“You’re really gonna get dressed in front of me?” he drawls, voice thick with sleep and smugness.

“You’ve already seen everything,” you snap, yanking your blouse over your head.

He hums low in his throat, a sound that makes you falter for just a second. “Yeah. I have.”

You pull your skirt up, wincing as the waistband presses against bruises you know will bloom purple by noon. His eyes darken, just for a heartbeat, that feral flash again, the same one that tore the air apart last night. The same one that made you forget everything.

But it’s gone the second you finish buttoning your blouse. His smirk slides back into place like it never left.

“You actually do look like a librarian.” he says, flicking his gaze down your outfit.

Heat rushes to your face again, and you busy yourself with your bag, ignoring him. “Which is exactly the point, because I am one.”

“And here I thought librarians were boring. Guess I was wrong.” You swallow hard, fighting not to look at the marks he left on your skin, the ones he’s not bothering to hide the satisfaction of. He swings his legs off the bed and leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees, eyes locked on you like you’re still trapped under him. “That’s why I came here to see you anyway.”

Your heart stutters. “What do you mean?”

He smirks, running a hand through his messy hair. “Didn’t expect you to be so… entertaining last night.” His gaze flicks over you, lingering too long. He stands slowly, moving closer until you have to tilt your chin up to meet his eyes, “But what I really need is you letting me into the library.”

Your stomach drops. “Why?”

His smile sharpens, all teeth. “Because I want you to show me some books... about me.”

The library smells the same as always; paper, dust and faint lemon polish from yesterday’s halfhearted cleaning. Usually the mornings are dead quiet, and you count on that silence to ground you. Today, it only makes the echo of your heels on the linoleum louder, sharper. Every step is a reminder of the ache between your thighs.

You unlock the door, flick on the lights, and glance over your shoulder. Tyler is right behind you, hands shoved into the pockets of the hoodie you gave him like he’s out for a stroll, not breaking into the place you work.

“You don’t even look nervous,” you mutter.

He smirks, leaning close as you punch in the alarm code. “That’s because I’m not the one who’s limping.”

Heat floods your cheeks once again, but you don’t give him the satisfaction of an answer. You shove the keys back into your bag and move quickly toward the shelves.

“Monsters,” you whisper, scanning spines, pulling a few likely candidates. “That’s what you wanted, right?”

He follows, brushing dust from a volume you hand him, flipping it open with lazy fingers. You’re about to hand him another tome when a flash of movement outside the front window makes you freeze.

Blue and white.

Sheriff’s car.

Your breath catches. “Shit.”

Tyler doesn’t even look panicked. He just closes the book in his hands with a quiet thud.

“You deal with her. I’ll keep myself entertained.” he whispers on his way past you, as he slips deeper into the rows of shelves, and vanishes like smoke.

You glance toward the window again, heart pounding, as the sheriff’s boots crunch across the gravel lot. She tips her hat as she climbs the steps, already reaching for the handle. By the time the bell above the door jingles, Tyler is gone, hidden somewhere among the stacks. Watching. Waiting. And you’re alone to face the sheriff, sore and shaking, with secrets written all over your skin.

Sheriff Santiago steps in, her dark hair pulled back tight, her uniform crisp. She looks like someone who notices everything.

Her sharp gaze lands on you immediately. “Morning. You opened late.”

You swallow hard, clutching the shelf like it might keep you steady. “I… overslept.”

Her eyes narrow slightly, scanning your face, your too-flushed cheeks, the faint bite marks you tried to cover with your collar. The air feels suddenly thick, every sound too loud; your own breath, the ticking clock, the faint scuff of Tyler shifting behind the shelves.

“Uh-huh, you sure everything’s alright here?” She lingers by the doorway, hand on her belt. Her gaze flicks across the empty aisles, then settles back on you.

“Of course. Can I help you with anything ?”

“Well, considering all the complaints you filed against him when you both attended Jericho High,” she says, her voice steady but cutting, “I thought you’d want to know that Tyler Galpin’s out there again.”

Your throat goes dry. You glance down quickly, pretending to shuffle papers on the cart. “I’m surprised those complaints still exist. Sheriff Galpin never did anything about them…”

“Well, I’m not him.” Santiago’s boots click as she steps further into the library, each sound making your pulse spike. “And I’m taking this very seriously. This guy is dangerous. He might be out of control, feral…”

Behind the books, just out of her sightline, you can feel his presence like a dark weight. You know he’s crouched low, probably grinning that infuriating grin, taking pleasure in every second of your panic.

Santiago’s eyes fix on you again. “So if he tries to approach you, contact us immediately.”

You force yourself to meet her gaze, even as heat burns up the back of your neck. “I will.”

A beat of silence.

Her eyes narrow, like she’s searching for something beneath your answer. Then she leans one arm on the counter, glancing around the space again. “It’s funny. Thought I heard something when I came in. You sure you’re here alone?”

Your pulse quickens.

“Yes.” You manage to smile but it’s brittle and shaky. “It’s just me and the books.”

Her gaze lingers a moment longer, hard and unreadable. Then she exhales slowly, straightening. “Alright. But keep the doors locked after hours, you hear me? The last thing you need is him showing up here.”

She turns and pushes the door open, stepping back into the sunlight. The bell chimes again, painfully loud in the silence she leaves behind.

The moment the cruiser pulls away, a low chuckle breaks out behind the shelves. Tyler rises from his hiding place, his hair a little mussed, his grin wide.

“Feral, huh?” he drawls. “Guess she knows me pretty well.”

Your hands grip the edge of the cart, still trembling. “She almost saw you…”

“But she didn’t.” He prowls closer, slow and deliberate. “Know why?”

You swallow. “Because you got lucky.”

“No.” He shakes his head, smirking. “Because you lied for me. You had your big chance to rat me out, to get me locked up again, and what did you do?” He leans down over you, voice dropping low. “You protected me.”

Your throat works. “I just didn’t want a scene in the library.”

“Bullshit.” He chuckles, a low, dangerous sound. “You didn’t say a word because part of you wants this… Wants me.” His gaze flicks down your body, lingering on the faint stiffness in your walk, the way your skirt shifts over sore thighs. “Hell, maybe you’re even hoping I’ll ruin you again before the day ends.”

Heat floods your face. “That’s not…”

He cuts you off with a raised eyebrow and a laugh. He turns, wandering into the stacks, running a hand along the spines of books like he’s choosing fruit at a market while you stay frozen next to the same shelf for a beat too long, still reeling from the sheriff, and from him.

The morning drags on in tense silence. You move through the aisles, pulling down volumes you’d never thought anyone would bother asking for; dusty psychology texts, old case studies, folklore collections. Tyler follows close behind, too close, brushing your shoulder ever so often as if reminding you he’s still there, still in control.

By the time you both settle at the front desk, the stack between you is high. He slouches in the chair opposite you, flipping a book open with casual ease, while you keep half an eye on the front windows, watching for shadows that might mean another visitor.

Every car that passes outside makes your stomach lurch. Every crunch of gravel has you half-expecting Santiago to return. Tyler notices, of course. He notices everything.

“Relax,” he says without looking up, smirk curling at the edge of his mouth. “You look like you saw a ghost.”

You glare at him across the pile of books. “This isn’t funny.”

“Sure it is,” he says, eyes skimming the page. “You, sitting there all proper, pretending like you’re not covered in my marks under that skirt.” His gaze flicks up briefly before dropping back to the text.

Your cheeks burn. You bend your head toward your own book, hoping the words will drown him out but the line staring back at you is worse than his teasing: Manifestations of the Hyde are often violent, unpredictable, feral in nature.

A shiver runs down your spine. You quickly slide the book across to him. “Here, this one.”

He leans forward, eyes catching yours before he reads aloud:

“Hydes… prone to loss of control, destructive tendencies, consumed by impulses they can’t suppress.” He looks up, grin spreading slow. “Sound familiar?”

You close your eyes for a beat, forcing yourself to breathe. Outside, a truck rumbles past, making you flinch. He chuckles, amused by your nerves.

“Keep reading,” he says, tapping the next page with one long finger. “Tell me what else I am.”

You take the book again, throat dry. The words blur for a moment before you force yourself to focus.

“Hydes are often described as unpredictable. Their shifts can be triggered by extreme emotions like anger, fear…”

“Or lust,” He interrupts smoothly. He leans forward on his elbows, eyes locked on you. “Don’t leave that one out.”

Your cheeks heat. You glance toward the window, anywhere but at him. “It doesn’t say that.”

“Doesn’t need to.”

You snap the page over, trying to ignore the way your body stirs at the reminder.

“Some believe Hydes are unable to form meaningful relationships due to their violent tendencies.” He chuckles darkly. Your pulse jumps. You read faster, as if rushing might get you through this intact. “Hydes are notorious for their obsession with those they fixate on. Once a bond is formed, it can border on the compulsive…”

You slam the book shut, too loudly. Dust puffs into the air. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t stop smiling. “Keep going. I like the way it sounds when you read about me.”

You shake your head, but your hand betrays you, flipping to another volume in the pile, one older, its pages yellowed. You skim quickly and then freeze at a passage. Against your better judgment, you read it aloud:

“Attempts to suppress or deny the Hyde are futile. The more one resists, the more violently the Hyde will break through, often with devastating results.”

The silence afterward is deafening.

Slowly, Tyler rises from his chair and gets close enough that you can smell the faint mix of pines and your own perfume still clinging to him. He sets a hand on the back of your chair, bending down until his mouth is by your ear.

“See?” His whisper is hot, dangerous. “You can’t suppress me, can’t deny me and when you try…” his teeth catch your earlobe, gentle but sharp enough to make you shiver, “I get what I want anyway.”

You squeeze the book shut, heart hammering. Outside, a car door slams somewhere down the street, making you jolt.

“Company,” he whispers, already moving. Before you can react, he crouches low and slides under the desk, his shoulders brushing your knees. You grab at your skirt instinctively, pulling it down, just as your ex-boyfriend enters and his familiar voice fills the space.

“Hey. I thought I’d check on you. Did you hear the news? Tyler escaped…”

Your throat locks up. “I’ve been told, yeah,” you answer quickly.

He studies you, brows furrowing. “Are you okay? What’s that bruise on your neck?”

Under the desk, Tyler’s palm slides up your calf, slow and taunting, fingers tracing the back of your knee. Your lips part but before you can answer, his mouth latches onto your inner thigh, hot and wet. You nearly gasp.

“I… I fell against the shelves in the back,” you stammer, knuckles white on the counter. “You know me, clumsy as ever.”

“That looks pretty bad.”

Teeth sink into your skin and fingers shove your panties aside, slipping between your folds without warning, finding you embarrassingly wet. You choke on a moan, swallowing it so hard it burns your throat.

“It’s alright,” you breathe, smiling a little too wide.

“Is it painful?”

“Barely.” Your voice cracks as Tyler’s tongue flicks higher, dangerously close.

Your ex shifts awkwardly. “I wanted to see if you were still up to go to the Harvest Festival with me tonight?”

Your head jerks, your reply tangling in your mouth as two fingers slip inside you, into slick heat. Your legs twitch violently under the desk.

“Oh right. I… I think I’ll pass,” you force out, your voice strangled. “I’m feeling a bit… I have my period.”

Tyler muffles his laugh against your skin, low and cruel, before sucking a mark into your inner thigh. You almost whimper.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Your nails dig into the wood of the counter. “I’m okay. Just… cramping.”

Two fingers drive into you, rough and relentless. You arch in the chair as he curls them just right, and your whole body shakes enough to make your breath stutter out of you in a half-moaned syllable.

“Maybe some cotton candy could make you feel better, it usually does...”

Tyler’s mouth replaces his hand, his tongue sliding against you while his fingers keep pumping, curling deeper. His teeth graze your clit in a warning: answer him, or else. You’re trembling, every muscle locked against the chair, breath hissing out in broken gasps. You can’t stop it, your hips rock helplessly into his face, chasing the pressure.

“Yes,” you moan before you can stop yourself, clamping your lips shut too late.

His face brightens. “Perfect! Let’s meet up after you close the library. By the ferris wheel? I’m glad you’re still okay to give us a second chance.”

The bell jingles again, and then he’s gone.

Tyler moans into you, obscene and guttural, and you shatter, your orgasm crashing over you so hard you nearly sob, your hands fisting in his hair as he keeps going, keeps licking, keeps claiming.

When you finally collapse back against the chair, trembling, he drags his mouth up your body, until he’s breathing against your ear.

“God, you’re fucking perfect.” He drags your chair back and wipes his chin with the back of his hand, then licks it clean, grinning like the devil. “Smiling at him, lying for me… all while I was under here, ready to eat you alive. Seems like this poor bastard doesn’t even know what sound you make when you’re enjoying yourself.”

You’re still slumped in the chair, your breath ragged and your skin flushed but he isn’t done, not even close. His hand fists in your blouse, hauling you up so fast your knees buckle.

Before you can find your footing, he’s dragging you toward the nearest aisle of shelves, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. Books rattle in their places as he slams you against the stacks, the smell of old paper thick in the air.

“Tyler…” you plead, weakly.

He places himself behind you. His hand shoves your skirt up around your waist and pulls your panties down to your knees, exposing you completely, thighs glistening with his spit. You squeeze your eyes shut. The bell above the door hangs in silence like a threat. He spits in his hand, rubs it along his cock, and without hesitation he’s sliding into you, brutal and claiming. Your cry echoes through the library, muffled by the books around you, but it only spurs him on.

You grip the shelves desperately, spines biting into your palms, as he pounds into you. Every thrust sends books shuddering, a few toppling to the floor with heavy thuds. You’re shaking, overstimulated, wrecked but your body can’t help but yield to him, hungry despite the humiliation.

He bites your shoulder, hard, marking you again, his hips snapping hard. Your voice breaks into a cry as he ruts into you, faster, deeper, animalistic. “Please…”

“Please what?” he sneers, one hand sliding up from behind to grip your throat, squeezing just enough to make you dizzy. “Please stop? Or please never stop?”

You sob out a broken, “Don’t stop,” and his laugh is dark and triumphant.

“Good girl.” he snarls, slamming into you again, your body pressed against the shelves.

His thrusts grow rougher, filthier. The sound of the slap of skin, the creak of the shelves, it’s overwhelming, a desecration of the quiet space. His other hand fists in your skirt, yanking it higher until it’s bunched at your waist. You’re bare, spread, completely exposed to the front doors.

“Look up,” he orders. You hesitate, and he slaps your ass hard enough to sting. “Look up.”

You obey, eyes lifting toward the wide front windows. The sunlight spills across the floor, the street outside calm, the possibility of footsteps always there.

“Now keep your eyes on that door. Imagine someone walking in. Imagine them seeing you bent over, dripping, my cock buried inside you.”

You whimper, body clenching hard around him. The shelves shake beneath you, every thrust jolting the structures, every impact threatening to knock more books and papers to the floor. You can’t stop glancing at the glass front doors, terrified someone might see.

“What about your boyfriend walking in? What would he say if he saw you like this?”

Your whole body tightens at the thought. He feels it immediately.

“Oh, you like that idea.” He laughs, biting the back of your neck as he pounds into you. “Maybe we should let him see then.”

His teeth sink into your shoulder through your blouse, biting hard enough to leave a bruise that makes your knees buckle. His thrusts get faster, sloppier, the sound of skin on skin echoing off the walls.

"I’m gonna come,” he says, voice raw, hips slamming against yours. “And when I do, I’m not pulling out. I want you leaking with me when you see him tonight. I want him smelling me on you. Every step you take, every word you say, you’ll feel it dripping down your thighs.”

Your breath catches, panic and desire colliding until you’re spiraling. The fear of discovery, the brutal rhythm, the filthy promise, it’s too much. Your orgasm rips through you, violent and uncontrollable, your nails clawing the shelf as you shake and convulse around him.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, his thrusts losing rhythm as he buries himself deep, spilling into you with a guttural snarl. His grip on your hips tightens, holding you in place as he pumps every last drop into you, filling you so completely you feel it pulse through every nerve. He doesn’t let go, not even when you sag against the shelves.

You choke on a breath, your whole body burning with shame and want. He holds you there, buried, panting into your ear.

“You’re mine,” he rasps. “Mine in this library. Mine at your house. Mine wherever I want you.”

You can’t answer. You’re wrecked, trembling, still clinging to the shelves like they’ll keep you upright. He pulls back just enough to look down at you, at your ruined state, your skirt bunched around your waist, his cum already dripping down your thighs. His smirk is twisted.

He zips himself up. “Look at you… Fuck, you’re beautiful like this.” You start to reach for your skirt, to fix yourself, but his hand shoots out, catching your wrist. “No, don’t cover up. Stand up, and let me see it first.”

Shaking, you push yourself upright. Your skirt slides down a little, but it’s useless, the mess between your legs is obvious. His cum runs in hot rivulets down your thighs, glistening in the light.

He leans back against the shelves, arms crossed, eyes hungry as he watches a drop slide down your skin. Your cheeks burn. Then his hand snakes down, quick as a whip, grabbing the damp scrap of fabric still dangling around your knees. He crouches and peels your panties the rest of the way down, slow, savoring it, before straightening with them balled in his fist.

“These are mine now.” Your breath catches. He smirks, tucking them into his back pocket like a prize, patting the bulge possessively. “Souvenir. Something to keep me company if I get bored.”

Your mouth falls open, scandalized. “You can’t just…”

“Shhh.” He steps forward, one hand sliding between your thighs. He smears the wet mess higher, dragging it across your skin, up your stomach. You tremble as his fingers trace up your sternum, leaving streaks of him across your blouse. Then he brings his hand to your face, pressing two cum-slick fingers against your lips.

“Open.”

Your lips part, and he pushes them inside, dragging the taste across your tongue. He groans, low and guttural, watching you swallow. When he pulls his fingers free, he wipes the last glistening smear across your cheekbone, like a mark only he can see. His mouth is at your ear a second later, hot and rough.

“You’re gonna go to the Festival tonight,” he growls. “You’re gonna smile at him, maybe even let him buy you cotton candy. But the whole time, you’ll feel me dripping down your thighs. You’ll taste me every time you swallow. And when the lights go out and the crowds thin…” He bites your ear, sharp enough to sting. “I’ll corner you in some dark alley and fuck you all over again, but much harder.”

Temporary author's note: I'm currently finishing up part 3, it should be ready to post on Tuesday... Or Wednesday.

(( Part 1 - Obsessive )) - (( Part 3 - If I catch you... )) - (( Masterlist ))

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noirrose21-blog · 4 days ago

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🪻| missed ya’

Muehehe I have watched the second season finally and I have like five diff ideas I’ll need to bring to life🌚

Wow, look at me…. No actual smut, just some mentions of it, because reader was in a relationship with Tyler before he got locked up😛

“Glad you showed up. Tyler has spoken of you often” Dr. Fairburn says, looking at her little notebook as you pass the gloomy halls of the asylum. You walk behind just by a step, looking at the doors, some of them releasing sounds of somebody scratching it from behind. No wonder this solitary confinement has a whole wing for the mentally insane who seem to be under irreversible damage.

And here towards the end of this hall, Fairburn takes a sharp turn, opening a door and exchanging few words with the guard. She looks at you, almost dismissive as she opens the door “There is a red button, if you feel uncomfortable even slightly, we’ll be here to help.”

You sigh and step into a room, the temperature kept up since the man in front of you is shirtless, his skin glazed with sweat. Tyler looks up, expecting a dosage of food or supplements, but his eyes show a small glint of surprise. He steps towards you, the chains clinking. His breath seems to lose its pace as now you’re barely apart, the clear barrier standing as a symbol of your relationship.

“Your father is dead” you speak up, yet your voice seems smaller in this room. He shakes his head, almost dismissing it after few thoughts. He looks at your face, his eyes slowly running down before flicking up to make eye contact.

“Missed me?” He mused, his eyebrows slightly furrowing, like when he got manipulative. You hummed amused, shaking your head slightly “but I have to admit, it makes me delighted to see you all locked up and miserable” you answered finally, the venom in your words apparent.

His eyes seemed to darken “No… you came here to remember my face properly. You wanted to remember how my hands look, so you can walk out and rewind those times when they were around your neck, your waist, how they were pinning down your wrists while you desperately tried to thrash around, repeating my name like you were afraid you’ll never be able scream it again.” He murmured, his eyes trailing down as he reminded you of good times. “Admit it, you miss me, my touch, my love in your life” he took another step forward.

You tried your best not to react, his voice luring you, walking you through the memory lane. You took a step back and flicked a brow up for a second “I might just find another guy who won’t be a monstrous serial killer, but you, you’ll rot here”

The mention of you moving on made him frown, visibly getting angry “you sensed that monster in me, you fell in love with it” he whispered, sweet trail of deception and yearn lingering in the air as tension grew.

“You can always fall out of love” you shrugged, watching him get agitated and aggressive to the point where his transition starts, quickly stopped by the shock collar. He groans, falling on his knees as his muscles tense, flexing in the low light.

“Once im out, I promise to kill you, sweetheart” he mumbles, looking at the ground. You slightly laugh, stepping away and walking towards the exit. You turn to look at him one last time, truly, to remember him, sneering “you’re pathetic”

You step out of the room, walking away with dr. Fairburn, while Tyler can only scream and hit the ground of his own cell, keeping him away from you.

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noirrose21-blog · 4 days ago

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tyler galpin, who gets jealous so easily over his human partner — you’re conversing with someone from nevermore while being unaware of your boyfriend’s predicament and you’re so enthralled by the repository of information that’s being divulged to you. you’re talking to everyone and anyone whenever they come into his coffee shop and he can’t focus on working, can’t focus on keeping his contrived amicable facade up because the second he sees you smiling at someone, his grip tightens on the handle of a pot and loosens on reality. his pupils are dilating, he looks like a man possessed, eyebrows furrowed deeply. he thinks he must have blacked out because he doesn’t remember how he’s got you in a headlock, chest pressed skin-to-skin against your back, the crook of his elbow resting in the hollow of your throat and panting your name against your ear as he fucks into you. but when you’re whining out his name and your pretty cunt feels like it’s made for nobody else but him — his mind goes blank all over again.

“yeah?” he murmurs, his voice rough, slowing down with shallow strokes that have your eyes rolling to the back of your head and when you try to lift your hips to meet his, he retracts, withholding his dick from you until he hears his name on your lips again. “say it again. tell me who makes you feel this good.”

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