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milfandmoney · 2 years ago

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Not Her Only Fan (NSFW)

part 1 / ??

melissa schemmenti x parent fem!reader

summary: now that she knows you record videos of yourself naked and do streams to pay your bills, melissa can't stop thinking about your body. she subscribes to your onlyfans account, telling herself that she's supporting a single mom in need and things get awkward and heated real quick

warnings: dual povs, sex work, masturbation, mentions of sex toys

18+. NSFW content. MDNI.

It was all Ava's fault, really. And this time, it wasn't about blaming Ava because she was an easy target who made a mess of everything she touched at school. No. It really was entirely her fault this time. Well, maybe the whole ordeal wasn't Ava's fault, but it was definitely only because of her big mouth that Melissa Schemmenti had ended up in that fucked up situation.

It was all because Ava was way too excited to find out that one of the moms ran a somewhat successful OnlyFans account. And Ava being Ava, she had shared the information in the teachers' lounge, so excited about her little discovery that she hadn't paid attention to the people present in the room.

Melissa knew that some of the male teachers that had been present for the announcement had subscribed to the mom's page—disgusting pigs that they were.

Melissa Schemmenti was not like them, though. She was definitely above that. She had no desire to check out some porn made by some random woman. Except she was no random woman. She was one of the moms that Melissa had encountered the most this year—single mom to a special needs kid in her second grade class. A mom who also happened to be extremely attractive and charming; a beautiful person inside and out.

It was all because of Ava that Melissa had been too curious to resist the temptation.

Being the smart businesswoman that she was, Melissa knew to check the merchandise first before risking to spend money on something that might not be worth it. She had not opened a porn website in a year and a half, but she did that night, wanting to see if she could find previews and samples for the OnlyFans content of emerald velvet.

Melissa had expected to find boring straight content, nothing spicier than good old doggy style. But instead she found artfully shot solo videos with sensual lighting and gorgeous lingerie sets.

Before she could even realise what she was doing, Melissa had pulled down her pants and settled down on her couch, phone clutched in her hand as she waited for a sample video titled "LESBIAN EDGING VIDEO—touching myself for you" to load. The first image that appeared on her screen was a most stunning body in a gorgeous red corset and matching panties, a pair of stockings that hugged her thighs in the most delicious of manners. It was a tasteful look, and as the gorgeous mother started caressing her breasts, her inner thighs, her neck, Melissa reached a hand between her own thighs, rubbing herself over her panties gently.

“You want to touch me, don't you?” the woman on her phone said, her voice teasing. Melissa had heard that voice in her classroom enough times to recognise it. “Shame you haven't earned that right.”

The angle changed, with the woman now on her back, legs spread to expose the drenched crotch of her fancy red panties. When she tugged the thin material to the side, revealing her soaked pussy, Melissa felt her cunt clench at the sight. She could not tear her eyes aways from the leaking pussy on her screen, watching as the younger woman rubbed circles on her reddened clit—Melissa mirrored the movements, desperately seeking her release. She was so close. So fucking close.

And then, all of sudden, everything stopped.

Watch the full video now on OnlyFans!

The words were written in cute pink font and taunted Melissa and her interrupted orgasm. She slammed her phone down onto the couch out of frustration and shoved at the coffee table with her foot.

FUCK!

Melissa wanted to see more.

She needed to see more.

No matter how guilty it made her feel that she wished to get off to porn videos made by the mother of one of her students, nothing else would satiate her and she knew it.

It was just a few minutes before eight when you arrived at Abbott, later than you were usually comfortable with, but nothing had gone smoothly from the moment you had woken up—starting with your alarm failing to ring and Liv needing to wake you up. The toaster stopped working, you dropped the last almond milk bottle when preparing Liv's breakfast, and you didn't have enough time to finish your cup of coffee. Still, you made it to school on time (nothing short of a miracle, really).

“Let's go, mom!” your daughter called as she ran towards the entrance doors.

You followed after her, ensuring that you had actually packed her noise cancelling headphones in your handbag before locking your car door and following after her.

It wasn't every day that you walked her all the way to Ms. Schemmenti's classroom, but you did from time to time, to talk to your daughter's teacher. It was nice to have a quick talk with the woman, to make sure that everything was still going okay with Liv during the day, to ask if there were things they needed to go over together. You had been spending even more time at the school since Liv was diagnosed with autism and ADHD than you had when the teachers still believed that she was just a trouble kid.

“Good morning, Ms. Schemmenti!” you heard your kid exclaim as she ran into the classroom.

The teacher approached when she noticed you in the corridor. You were amused when you realised she wasn't crossing the threshold, keeping the two of you separated. She did not greet you immediately as she usually did, instead looking you up and down—it lasted such an awkwardly long moment that for a second you thought you had put on your outfit wrong, but no, your black shirt was buttoned properly, your dark jeans fit well and your zipper wasn't down, even your boots matched and were laced all the way up.

“Morning, Ms. Schemmenti?”

She looked up at your face and blinked. She looked more tired than you had ever seen her.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry.”

You tilted your head at the short, almost dismissive response.

“Ms. Schemmenti, at loss for words, as I live and breathe,” you teased, smirking down at the redhead who stood in front of you.

She cleared her throat and seemed to regain her usual confidence and attitude, that tired, distant and distracted look in her eyes gone. Her eyes were back to the spine tingling intensity that motivated you to walk Liv to her classroom even when it wasn't necessary. It wasn't your fault if you had a thing for older women—it was a fantasy you never acted upon, aside from a few solo videos where you referred to your viewers as mommy.

“Do we need to have a meet up soon?” you questioned.

The redhead was not discreet when she glanced down at your cleavage before answering your question.

“Yeah. I mean no, we don't need to,” she corrected herself quickly once she managed to look away from your body, “Olivia has been doing a lot better lately, she's even starting to make some friends.”

You couldn't figure out what, but something was different about the way Ms. Schemmenti interacted with you. She'd always seemed to enjoy the way you looked, but you had taken it as a sign of mere approval. This was different. It was more like raw attraction—more like the reactions you got from men when they realised that you did porn.

Oh fuck—

There was no way she had found out about your OnlyFans account, right? It wasn't like teachers had time and money to spend on porn subscriptions, right? And Ms. Schemmenti looked too... too... Ms. Schemmenti to watch masturbation videos made by a simple single mom (a hot one, obviously, or else you wouldn't be making money from your videos but still just a single mom).

You couldn't even ask her about it without risking exposing herself in case Ms. Schemmenti didn't actually know about your videos.

“I should leave you to your students, they'll all be here in a couple minutes,” you stated, offering her a smile that was enough to keep her attention on your face. “I'll see you soon enough, Ms. Schemmenti.”

“Have a good day.”

“You too. Be good, Liv!”

You waved at your daughter as you took a few steps back away from the classroom. You took one last glance over your shoulder as you made your way to the front doors, an found Ms. Schemmenti's eyes on you—and she was definitely not trying to make eye contact with you, unless, of course, she believed that that your eyes were on your ass.

Today was a slow day. Working from home had many advantages, like allowing you to film your videos and do streams on a regular basis. Less time commuting to and from work, a better income, and more time and money to take care of your daughter. It was rather ideal.

Except for the part where you were now half-convinced that your daughter's teacher knew that you did porn on the side. You didn't have time to think about that. You had a live stream planned for noon—people were horny at all hours of the day and the rich men (and occasionally women) who worked office hours left the biggest tips when they were bored at work, something that you had learned quickly after starting your career because of how many new subscribers you got over lunch breaks.

You were used to getting everything up and ready for your lives now, and it didn't take long to choose a set of lingerie that you knew would be appreciated. Today's set was one of your favourites; matching emerald green corset and thong. No stockings, you kept it simple during the day. "Lunchables", as you called your midday streams, gathered only a few loyal subscribers who sent you big tips to listen to you talk about the gifts they had sent you over the past few days and to watch you do a quick solo.

Something was different today when you started your live stream though. A new username had popped up among the usual notifications from your regulars.

Schemmexy.

That... that was not a coincidence. That was ridiculously on the nose.

No fucking way.

You took a few deep breaths and schooled your expression. You couldn't let anything transpire.

It was like any other lunch stream. No problem. Your kid's teacher totally hadn't found out about your special career and subscribed to your account. Totally wasn't watching your stream while supposedly at school—sure, it was lunch break, but still!

You reached for one of the packages you had set down on your bed and braced yourself for a disastrously awkward stream.

But everything went on as usual.

The gifts you had been sent were all high quality silicone dildos (you'd jokingly complaining about your fans sending only vibrators lately, and it seemed they had listening and taken you a bit too seriously), and a couple sets of lingerie (both very pretty and soft to the touch).

You'd gotten off (twice) quickly using a bullet vibrator. You'd said goodbye to your viewers, naming some of the biggest tippers directly to make them happy.

All in all, disturbingly ordinary.

Schemmexy had manifested herself only once, with the smallest tip available, to praise your looks and the way you sounded when you came. The "such a good girl" at the end of her message had taken you aback, but you'd done decently good at pretending you weren't flustered by the words when you imagined them pronounced in Ms. Schemmenti's raspy voice and South Philly accent.

It was so wrong to fantasise about your daughter's teacher though. But it had to be more wrong to watch your student's mom get off live, right?

You couldn't even know for sure if it really was Ms. Schemmenti—even if there was no way in hell it wasn't her.

Deciding that there were much more important things to think about and to do, you got up from your bed and went to take a shower. Maybe the hot water could wash away your sins and your dirty thoughts about your kid's hot MILF of a teacher.

After a long, hot, relaxing shower, you flopped down onto your bed, wrapped only in a towel. It was just the perfect amount of comfortable.

You reached for your phone. One text notification stood out among all the others.

Ms. Schemmenti.

Hey, I hate to bother you in the middle of the day, but the kids have been really excited since lunch break. Do you think you might have time to bring Olivia's headphones?

That didn't make sense. You'd put them in your handbag this morning.

And... and you'd proceeded to be so distracted by the notion that Ms. Schemmenti might know about your second career that you had forgotten to hand the headphones to her.

Well, fuck.

Now you'd have to face the woman after she'd watched you get off live. At least her reaction to seeing you wouldn't definitely give away whether or not it really was her, right?

You were so fucked.

#melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti x reader #wlw #wlw fiction #noel writes #i'm writing this for myself

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industrations · 1 year ago

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I'm scared that I’ll forget the way it feels.

It’s dark and cold in the small, dingy London flat. Remus doesn’t remember the last time he’d been able to pay for the electricity bill. He’s sitting on the ground in front of the sofa; sometimes, it feels safer. His hands are freezing, and his bones ache. He pulls the wool of his jumper down over his shaking fingers as he reaches for the video camera, turning it on.

Lily’s freckled face comes into view, her emerald eyes bright as she looks up at him behind the lens. “Come on give me that.” There is some rustling as Lily takes over the camera, and he himself comes into view looking awkward, scratching his head.

“Why Do I have to do it? It’s my camera.”

“Because you’re always filming us, and I want to have memories of you too.”

“Lily-”

“Come on, show them!” The camera shakes as Lily hops excitedly. They’re in Lily’s kitchen, and there is flour covering all the surfaces. He sees himself turn around to pick up a lopsided cake. Sixteen candles make a circle around the wobbly letters. ‘Happy birthday Sirius’

Remus quickly switches through the following videos. Peter’s cheeks are red from the cold as he changes into wormtail, jumping through the fluffy layers of snow. James is on his broom, telling them to watch as he does tricks, diving and soaring through the air. At a party, Marlene, Mary, and Lily standing on the table singing the lyrics to Dancing Queen.

His breath catches at the first sound of the barking laugh that spills out of the tiny speakers. Sirius is as beautiful as Remus always remembers. They’re by the ocean, and his black hair whips around him wildly as the shallow waves lick at their feet.

“Moony, moony watch this!” Remus watches as Sirius creeps up to James, jumping on him and dragging him into the waves. James shrieks as they both hit the water.

“Padfoot, you bastard!” They’re laughing and start wrestling, trying to pull the other under. Remus presses the arrow button, and the next video appears.

Sirius in bed, his hair strewn around the pillow around his head like a halo. Mismatched sheets rumpled around him. He lazily turns to face the camera and scrunches his nose when he sees that Remus is filming. “What,” he says, trying to look stern, but his eyes tell a different story.

“Tell me what you just said.” Sirius buries his head into the pillow, and Remus pokes his side, making him jump. “C’mon pads, own up to it.” Sirius turns his head slightly, peeking out with one eye, cheeks flushed with a wide grin.

“I love you more than James.”

The screen goes black. And it’s cold, so very cold. Remus shakes as tears drip onto the tiny screen. He runs to the bathroom and dry heaves into the toilet. His lungs ache from all the smoking. But above all, it hurts; it aches so much as the memories flash before his eyes.

Every week. Every single week, Remus does this. He sits on the floor in his tiny, freezing flat and pulls out the camera. Every week, he clicks through the videos, heart pounding, burning in his chest. Every week, his breath catches when he hears that laugh. And every week, it stings and nags and throbs, eating at his insides. But Remus is scared. Scared that he’ll forget the way it felt, the way it feels. He takes out the camera every week again and again to prove that this was real. That he was real.

#i-#i'm sorry #i'm in a mood #uhm #yeah.#no excuse really #remus lupin the love of my life #writing tag

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temptress-writes · 2 years ago

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🪩 Disco Snow

A/N: soft, groovy seventies Harry.

C.W: DRUG USE. Just my usual nasty shit. Rough, spanking, choking, drug use, spit kink.

Word Count—6.8k

Enjoy x

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Miami 1977.

Chemicals.

Blow.

Tangy, burning, and exciting.

They infiltrate your mind as you bend over the marble countertop in your kitchen.

You slowly come to a stand, wiping your left nostril. You feel your nose tingle and seep into a numbness you know will soon mirror in your throat.

Amber gently bumps your hip, taking the rolled-up bill from your fingers and smoothing out the line of powder laid out for her. She snorts it with a sigh of relief, straightening and flicking a smile your way.

"Feels groovy, huh?"

You roll your head back with a grin, feeling the buzz in your veins already. "So good."

"Let's go, disco chic!"

Miami. A bustling city with a nightlife that thrills you. A deep contrast to the person you are during more acceptable hours.

For tonight, you switched out your sleepwear for your favourite orange bell-sleeved mini dress. Your feet are settled into your white knee-high platform boots.

Amber's done your makeup in hues of emerald green, and orange lipstick to match your attire. She fiddles with the hem of her blue mini dress as you hail a cab to the curb and set on your way to the club.

The Hall of Mirrors.

A club infamous for its disco music, great alcohol, and acceptance for anyone. It's where you frequently go to have a good night, much like most in the city. It's where anyone of any sex could go and rely on the building to hold their secrets. Withhold judgment.

The Hall of Mirrors is no stranger to your secrets. To your nights of sneaking down dark hallways and slipping to your knees for a man, or into a supply closet to taste a woman on your mouth. Tripped out on pills or lines of snow.

The music calls to you before you even go in. The bouncer knows you well, allowing you entry without so much as a second glance. The club is packed, which isn't unusual. The collection of disco balls hang from the ceiling, the strobe lights reflecting tiny fragments of light from them. They bounce across every inch of skin, every section of the walls. The pattern heightens your sense of lucidity, red, pink, and purple semi-circular wallpaper that you know will begin to distort as the night progresses.

And as if you need a reminder of how much you're dying for a drink, you taste the stark sugar slipping down your throat. With a grimace at the strong taste of it, you pull Amber to the bar.

Cameron, one of the bartenders, waves at you, mouthing your usual? You nod, pleased when she places two gin and tonics on the bar top in front of you and Amber.

It's all feels like a blur. It always does during the buildup. The drive to the club, the quenching of thirst with gin. The night doesn't truly start until you're on the dance floor.

"Bottoms up, chic!" Amber yells over the bass of the music.

You cheer your glasses together and down the contents. The ice clinks against your teeth, but your gums are so numb you barely feel it.

"Let's show these bitches who own the dance floor!"

The two of you squish and squeeze past dancers to get to the middle, soon finding a rhythm along to The Hustle. Unashamed, you yell out the words, swaying and throwing your best moves her way.

You can feel the effects start to energise your body. The way it seems to make you feel unstoppable, sexy, otherworldly.

You wrap your arms around Amber's neck, letting her turn in your hold and rub against you. In any other setting, this would harbour attention from others that one could only deem as judgmental. But not here. Not in the Hall of Mirrors. Here you are free and open.

It's a sensation of effortlessness. You feel limitless. One with the music, one with every soul in the building. After a parade of songs, you and Amber pull away from the dance floor and slip into the bathroom, refreshing the buzzing high in your veins before heading back out.

And then you see him. It's an eerie sort of feeling. It's a dance floor, it doesn't necessarily have the best lighting and there are so many people. But it's almost as if you're meant to see him. A flash of light illuminates his existence momentarily before the strobe fades away and appears elsewhere.

What you notice first are curls. Dripping waves parted in the middle of his head that spiral along his forehead, sticking to the skin with perspiration. A jeweled hand comes up to brush them away from his vision before he erupts in a dimpled smile at his friend. Even from here, you can make out the shape of his bunny teeth.

And then he spins in a circle and throws some finger guns. From there, your exploration veers south. A low-cut black tank top, exposing two swallows fluttering their wings against his chest, a cross pendant nestled safely between them.

His broad shoulders sport more ink and your eyes dart across every bare inch of skin and you spot a smattering of tattoos along his arms.

As if to contrast his more intimidating attire, from the hips down is bubblegum pink. Flared pants that hug his hips and accentuate the length of his legs. He lifts his leg, the bell-bottoms sharing a glimpse of his footwear. Patent black leather books with an impressive heel. Already so tall and towering, you admire how he's wearing them as a fashion statement and nothing more.

He holds his friend's hands, arching them high in the air before swirling his hips and yelling along to the song. His friend, lanky and shaggy-haired, pulls away and gives his best shot at the robot.

Amber clicks her fingers in front of you. "You good?"

You blink, steering your vision away from him and back to her. "Yeah, buzzing now!"

And you dance like no one is watching. You try to drive your attention away from the man who clearly hasn't seen you.

Sweaty. Hot. Snow.

Your body feels like a live wire, the music thrumming in your veins.

Your feet are throbbing but you don't care. Your vision floats back to the man and a sense of delight washes over you at the sight of him. He's closer to you now, bumping his hips to the song. Your brows raise when he grinds his bum up against a man's crotch.

Amber doesn't question when you inch towards him. It's subtle, and you keep dancing and swaying and singing.

You look up at him again and every cell in your body freezes. He's looking at you. And there's this moment when your eyes lock that the music fades. Like a bubble encases you and almost mutes it. It's very brief but still so staggering.

Suddenly, you're all bubblegum and curls.

His lips curl up into a devastatingly beautiful smile at you. He's still dancing, you're still dancing. But you're smiling at each other and suddenly bubblegum flares and chocolate curls are moving towards you. He slips past people and your dancing doesn't slow as he approaches.

Amber, so out of it and not picking up on the interaction, leeches to a man next to her and swirls her hips against him.

Up close, the man is even more stunning. Your eye line is at his chest and you spy a light dusting of hair and a film of sweat.

He grins down at you and your cheeks blush bubblegum.

"Who can do the best sprinkler?" He asks you, having to yell over the music. His accent is deep and wispy. Of course, the man with one of the most daring outfits in the joint would be British.

"Oh, it's definitely me." You offer with a sultry smile.

"Confident..." He nods, resting his hands on his hips. "I like that."

"What, you think you can out-dance me?"

He throws you a playful glare, waiting for the chorus of the song to drop before throwing his arm around in a sprinkler movement. His other hand around his head while the sprinkler, jeweled fingers, splay towards you.

And you can't help but giggle, hiding it behind your hand but the glint in your eyes is far too telling. His expression of pure joy dropping into one of unamused horror.

"Let's see it then, foxy."

You laugh, shaking your limbs out and showing off your best sprinkler move. He sticks his fingers in his mouth and whistles loudly. You wrinkle your nose and shrug your shoulders up at the piercing sound.

"We have a winner!" He shouts, hands waving through the air and alarming a few people around you. You lightly shove at his chest, your cheeks hurting from laughing so much. "Does the sprinkler queen have a name? The people need to know."

You feel very shy, suddenly. As if the influence of the power has been overshadowed by him. You give him your name, not missing the way his lips curl around the letters as he recites it to you.

"'M Harry."

Harry. Smooth. Bubblegum.

"It's nice to meet you."

His fingers come up to toy with the flared sleeve of your dress. "Love the threads."

You gesture to his pink pants. "Yours, too."

He clicks his tongue, grabs your hand, and spins you in a circle. "You flatter me. Let's throw some shapes, foxy lady!"

You grab his hands, encouraging him to shimmy with you. He's a great dancer. Tall and unashamed, moving his body without thought and doing the most ridiculous dance moves. You feel so hot and you're not sure if it's because of him, the dance floor, or the snow you snorted before.

Harry spins on his heels, forming peace signs with his fingers and waving them in front of his eyes. You mirror him with a grin and he admires the way the disco ball reflects off your face and ignites your beauty. He feels like he's been kicked in the chest. What started as a chill night out and a boogie became so much more once he saw you.

Your orange dress, tangerine and inviting. Your green eyeshadow, an exotic lagoon he's lost in.

He brings you closer, pressing you flush against his body and moving his hips with yours. His hands squeeze at your hips and if this were any other man, you'd be slapping his touch away.

But Harry is soft and colourful. Endlessly endearing. You can tell he's confident and sure of himself and that's probably the sexiest thing about him. Aside from his bare chest and tattoos. And his hair. And his smile.

"You skiing the snow tonight, little fox?"

You nod, your head feeling like a bobblehead on your neck. Your spine is tingling and the way he's looking at you is making every limb feel like jelly.

He grips the side of your neck, holding you close and resting his forehead on yours. It happens so quickly but he's so confident and you're so comfortable so you don't mind.

"Keep a lookout, yeah?"

You give him another nod. You're always so sure of yourself and now this one particular stranger is leaving you speechless. But what else can you say?

He slips his fingers into his tight tanktop to produce a small clear bag from the confines. He wiggles his brows at you and looks around you briefly before opening it up.

It's unlikely anyone would be sober enough to cause a problem with it. But he's more avoiding drawing attention to it because people will flock to him for a hit.

He thumbs the bag open, his eyes lifting to meet yours before he throws you a wink. Lifting the pendant sat between his defined pecs, he gathers a small mound of snow on the longest bar of the cross.

"Ladies first."

The chain being around his neck means he can only bring it so far to you. You lean forward, pressed right up against him, and nudge your face up so you can snort the prepared powder.

You sigh through a smile as it seeps into your bloodstream. It refreshes your high. Your energy unmatched as you start to dance to the music again. But this time it's right up against him, his core tucked up against you. Bubblegum and snow.

His hand reaches out to wipe a bit of excess power decorating the edge of your nose with a soft giggle. He gathers his own smidgen of power and snorts it before putting the bag away.

And then you're dancing. Your ass works in sweet little circles against his crotch and you rest your head back on his chest, looking up at him to let him know. Let him know that you feel him against you, growing for you.

Hard bubblegum.

Melting snow.

He twirls you, bringing his hands onto your shoulders and using his feet to find a beat with the music. More Than a Woman starts playing and you both let out excited yells. He pulls you into him again. He can't help but spin you so your ass is against him. He wraps his arms around you, your hands tangling with his where they meet at your chest.

When you start grinding back on him, his hands melt down to your hips to roll them back. Gooey bubblegum.

You watch him, his hair parted in the middle with curls falling down his forehead. He smiles down at you, a slow, lip curling, dimple encased smile. It's earth-shatteringly beautiful and when he licks his lips, you feel it resonate directly between your thighs.

His hand comes up, running up your sternum and to your throat. He can feel your heart beating under the skin, fluttering just as severely as his is. His fingers grip your chin and he leans down. His nose brushes yours and your ass presses deliciously firm against his crotch and then you really feel him.

Your eyes flicker from his, down the strong line of his nose and to his lips. Bubblegum pink, plump, and inviting.

He lets out a soft moan and then he's kissing you. It's soft at first as if gauging your reaction. Maybe he's seeing how you like it. If you want it rushed. If you want it slow and patient and controlled.

Your hand wraps around his neck to hold him there and you open your mouth to flick your tongue against his lower lip. His comes out to meet yours and he tastes phenomenal. Like vodka and cranberry juice and lust.

Harry turns you in his hold and grips your ass in two strong hands. He hauls you upwards until your center is against his. He's hard and even through his pants, you can feel the impressive size of him.

The chorus seems to mirror the newly found excitement in two souls. Climaxing and exciting. You're dancing as if it's your love language. Melting into one person and obsessed with how his body feels against yours.

You can't help but kiss him again, obsessed with the way his lips cradle your bottom one. The way he nibbles on it a little bit. The way he moans against you and screws his hips up to you.

Your eyes open to meet his and over his shoulder, you can see Amber giving you an enthusiastic thumbs up.

His finger comes up to brush your lower lip before he kisses you again with a needy hum. You're not even thinking when you grab his hand and pull him towards the bathroom. You only register his warmth and his arousal and how you want to be closer to it.

He can sense your urgency, and you're both high as shit, two pairs of boots clicking against the floor. You're giggling messes of arousal as you lure him towards the bathrooms and try to find an empty one. There's a powder room, which seems all too fitting. It's deep mint green, luxurious for such a small space. The walls are orange swirls that wave in your vision.

You drag him in and close the door, automatically flipping the lock but he raises a brow when you unlock it again. His curls are askew, your orange lipstick in smudges on and around his mouth.

"Risky move, little fox."

"Shut up."

You're kissing him again. You press him up against the sink, his dick hard against you. He moans as you suck on his tongue and pull him as close as you can get him. His arms wrap around you, his hands fisting the material of your dress at the small of your back. It lifts, scrunching up and exposing your ass.

He grips the bare skin on his hands, rolling your center up against his. His fingers dip between your cheeks, slipping forward until he's brushing your clothed cunt with his fingertips.

You release a soft whimper and roll your warmth along his touch. You're already so wet, you can tell. And so can he.

But before he can explore any further, you're dropping to your knees. Harry swears under his breath as you palm him through his bubblegum pants, so hard and ready for you. You stare up at him, his pupils dilated from the snow and from you.

You pop the single button and pull the zipper down, suddenly not feeling very patient. Your attempt to inch them down so you can play with him further is stunted.

"These are so tight."

He offers a sweet little laugh into the air, pulling his pants down for you, his rings clinking as he does so.

When you finally set your eyes on him, it's then that you feel intimidated for the first time. He's not wearing underwear and for some reason, that alone is already so fucking hot. He's huge. In every aspect. In width, in length. The tip of him is the same colour of his lips, a rosy hue deepening the more turned on he's getting.

You slide forward, wrapping your hand around him. He's silky, smooth, and hot in your palm. You drag your fist up, a drop of pre-come pearling at the tip. You flick your tongue out against it, tasting the saltiness on your taste buds.

Harry groans at the sight of you on your knees for him. He bends down, cupping your chin and angling you up so he can kiss you. He tastes himself on your tongue and he spreads his hand along your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb.

"Keep going."

His expression is one of lustful encouragement as he straightens and you envelop the head in your mouth with a suck. You use your hand to work the skin, spreading the wetness from your mouth down his shaft.

You take him deeper, allowing yourself to become fully immersed in pleasing him. His hand tangles in your hair, guiding your mouth up and down his shaft.

He moans, deep and dirty and you feel it between your legs. He emits a soft sigh as you take him fully, your nose pressed against his abdomen. You can feel the hair there tickle your skin and you retract and start bobbing against him.

The bass of the music conceals the questionable sounds you're making and Harry's hand tightens in your hair as you work him. He rolls his head back on his neck, feeling the tingling in his spine sharpen and bridge out to every limb, every nerve.

Your mouth is searing hot and wet around him, your tongue caressing the underside of his dick. You struggle around the fullness of him but the way he's looking at you spurs you on. He feels amazing, the way he guides you, pushes you further but never past your unspoken boundaries.

You hold him in the back of your throat and the sound he gives you is almost a growl. It's low, derived from his chest and so fucking desperate. Using his hold on your hair, he pulls you back. You've made a mess of him and yourself. Orange lipstick smudges and your spit.

"Come here, little fox."

You stand, stumbling a little in your heels but he spins you and sits you on the countertop. Your dress slips high up your thighs and he squeezes at them. His touch slides higher and he hisses as he meets the lace of your panties.

Your hand comes down to meet his, encouraging it higher. Closer to where you need him. Harry kisses you, one hand on the side of your neck, the other up your dress.

And suddenly, it's like neither of you can wait anymore. You pull him towards you as he slips your panties down your legs, hanging from one ankle. His kisses move from your lips, a messy trail down your chin, your neck, the swell of your breasts.

Then he's kneeling in front of you, his gaze on yours before it slowly slips between your legs. You're saturated for him and his staring is so fucking intimate. He can't wait to taste you, to feel you.

His hand raises, his thumb brushing your clit. Your thighs tense as he rubs slow circles like he's winding you up. His thumb ventures south and parts your folds, collecting your wetness there and dragging it back up to your clit.

You let out a soft whimper as his pressure deepens. The added moisture from your arousal feeling somehow sweeter in addition to how he's touching you.

"Pretty thing." He coos, looking back up at you.

He withdraws his thumb and sucks it into his mouth with a hum. Without breaking eye contact, he lowers his head and flicks his tongue ever so gently against your sensitive clit.

You sway your hips up at the slight bit of attention, already desperate for more. He licks up your slit, fully tasting you and closing on your clit in a kiss. You gasp and take a fistful of his hair as he works your cunt with his mouth.

He moves lower, tonguing your entrance and slipping it inside of you while his nose buries itself against your clit.

He shakes his head from side to side, fully absorbed in you. He eats you out so intensely. An enthusiasm you've ever felt from another partner. You look down and his eyes are closed, fully enjoying his head between your legs where he's tasting you.

You pull his hair harder and he moans, the vibrations from it sent throughout your lower half.

Harry raises a finger to his mouth, sucking it past his lips to get it nice and wet. And then he slides it inside of you, flicking it up in a hook to press against your g-spot. Your spine straightens at the sensation, and he slips another finger alongside it. You whine out his name as he pulls the tips of his fingers along your sweet spot, pulsing them and building you up to your release.

He moves his whole arm with blinding speed, the pleasure increasing rapidly. No one has ever made you feel this way, a bliss so deep. He knows exactly what he's doing and he knows how insanely good he's got you.

He looks up at you and gives you the cockiest smirk before sucking on your clit. His teeth nibble on it gently before he traps it between them and flicks his tongue along it. You throw your head back, collapsing against the mirror.

Harry pulls you up, spinning you so you're bent over the counter with your ass perked back. He eats you this way, spreading you open to him and pressing his mouth tight against you. His nose is buried inside you, his tongue against your clit again and he slaps your ass. It's a mild slap but you moan nonetheless.

"Again." You gasp out, so close to coming and addicted to him.

"You're a dirty little fox, aren't you?" He spanks you again. Harder.

You turn and look at him. "Is that all you got?"

He breaths out a laugh and buries his face against your cunt once more, spanking the opposite cheek, hard. And then your lower thigh, right below your ass. The sting is softened by how beautiful his mouth is against you. He finds your clit again to drill his tongue on it.

"I'm close," You reach back, taking a fistful of curls and hold him there.

"That's it," He coos against you. "Come all over my face."

Your orgasm is an eruption of euphoria. Searing hot pink that melts into bubblegum pop. You cry out his name, your entire body going lax against the counter as you fucking shake.

His mouth never lets up, letting you ride through the pleasure of your orgasm. His mouth is slow to leave you as you come down, his lips kissing the skin of your ass.

You're not expecting it when his hands leave your ass all too quickly. You watch him in the mirror as he retrieves his little bag.

"Stay still." He orders. He taps powder onto your ass, right over a handprint he's left. He ensures the line is relatively straight with his finger, one that he soon after gives you to suck the powder off. And he snorts the line he's prepared, licking the residue off your ass with a devilish smile.

And, for good measure, he slaps you again.

You bite your lip to stifle a giggle, reaching back and wrapping your hand around his dick. You work his shaft and he staggers in a couple of steps closer. The tip of him nudges your ass, his pre-come kissing your skin and leaving it wet.

He moans, moving to grip your hips and fully standing behind you. His cock brushes between your legs and you whimper at the anticipation of feeling him even more.

"You want me to fuck you, sweet fox?"

"Yes,"

"Where are your manners?" He's teasing you now. You both know there's no way he's not fucking you.

He's just making you simmer in the heat he's stirred up.

"Please fuck me, Harry."

He loves how your name sounds leaving your mouth. Orange painted lips caressing each letter, sweet and fiery at once.

"There's a good girl."

You feel his tip slide between your folds, he dips his knees to adjust his angle. One hand around his shaft to guide it, the other on your hip with a grip that almost too tight. He takes a step forward, glides his hips forward. And it's pure ecstasy.

The way he stretches you is heavenly. It's a low, humming burn almost. A buzzing delight of feeling so full. He's so big and thick, tucked right up against your g-spot. It feels so fucking good and he hasn't even moved yet.

You release a hefty gasp as he moans out your name at the feel of you.

His other hand wraps itself in your hair to keep you looking at him in the mirror and then he's fucking you. His thrusts are delicious. He's fluid, like rolling waves to shatter a galaxy inside of you.

Your eyes meet his in the mirror and he gives you a slow smile before slapping the skin of your ass again. Before you can even cry out at the stinging sensation, he's fucking you so hard you have to bring a hand up to the mirror to balance yourself.

He settles behind you, his lips at your ear. Two sets of breath fog the glass of the mirror.

"That's it, watch me while I destroy this pussy."

The Hall of Mirrors. A second home to you, reflective and encasing. Now you're watching this man fucking destroy you in the bathroom mirror. Your pupils are dilated, much like his are. Black holes, targeting each other and threatening to consume each other.

He wraps his hand around your throat and screws his dick deep, massaging your g-spot so perfectly. You're sure that without the stability of the counter holding you up, you'd be a quivering pile of bones on the floor.

"Fuck, and you thought my pants were tight?" He smirks at you in the mirror.

You release a breathless laugh that's swept away when he starts pounding into you. He grunts with every thrust, taking you so hard you can barely breathe. His skin slaps against yours and he squeezes his hand around your throat to hold you still.

The snow is heightening every sense you have. Your ass is stinging more than normal, your arousal higher than normal. But you know that has more to do with him than narcotics. And when his other hand reaches around to rub your clit, you feel that so strongly that you cry out his name and fucking writhe underneath him.

"Take it, little fox. Take it like the good fucking girl you are."

He moves his hips more sharply, hitting that sweet spot inside of you. He pushes one of your legs up onto the counter and he's so much deeper that way. That in combination with the way he's playing your clit is driving you mental. You're so close and he can feel it, feel your walls tremble and tighten around him.

You're gasping out his name, helpless to how relentlessly he's fucking you. He growls as you clench around his dick, his hand on your throat slipping up so he can put two of his fingers in your mouth. You suck on them gratefully, using your teeth to show him how good he's fucking you.

You're so fucking close but he does the unthinkable... he pulls away. Completely. Leaving you empty and teetering on the edge, yanking you back abruptly.

He doesn't give you a second to question him before he's spinning you around and sitting you up on the counter. He steps forward and you scoot towards him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Your hand takes his shaft once more, pulling the skin in a firm first. He moans and lulls his forehead against yours.

"I was so close." You pout hotly against his lips.

"I'll get you there again," He hums, grabbing the base of his dick and running the tip of it between your saturated folds. "Is this what you want?"

"Please," You lean forward and kiss him. His length nudges your entrance but he makes no move to do anything further. "Give me your cock."

"That's what I want to hear."

He smiles, wrapping his hand around your throat again and sliding inside of you with one smooth movement of his hips. Your mouth drops open at the fullness of him. He's so much deeper this way, and so much more intimate with the way he's staring at you.

"Fuck me, Harry. Hard."

He releases another moan, this one more of a growl, and starts fucking you again. Using his hold around your throat and another hand on your hip. He leans you back a little so he can fully enjoy the display of your body and watch where he's fucking you.

He brings your head forward by your throat, your mouth opening at the force and he takes the chance to spit in your mouth.

"Get your clit for me while I fuck this pretty little cunt."

You whimper, sticking your fingertips into your mouth to get them wet with your spit as well as his. And with a shaking hand, reach down with and rub your clit. You feel the bursts of your orgasm brewing, your walls quivering around him.

It's building quickly and you kiss him again, feeling them tingle in your toes with every brush of his tongue. The door behind him starts to open, a drunk man slurring his words behind it. Harry slams it shut while your hand flies from your clit.

"Ocupado!" Harry yells out, his hips faltering momentarily as he locks the door.

Your cheeks heat at the prospect of someone walking in and seeing you this way. A little in embarrassment, a little in excitement.

Harry senses that you're thrown off and fucks your harder, his fingers finding your clit. "Don't worry about him, sweet little fox. You're so close, let's get you there. I can fucking feel it."

You cry out as he destroys you from the inside out, working you into a pleasured frenzy. His hand pulls the top of your dress down over your tits and they spill out. He squeezes them, pulling at your nipples and biting them.

"Harry, oh my god-"

"That's it, come for me." He growls. "Put me away wet."

Your orgasm rolls through you intensely, staggering. Your hands claw at Harry's shoulders as you shake uncontrollably. His dick is unrelenting inside of you, his fingertips not letting up in the delicious patterns against your clit.

"Fucking shit." He marvels over how you feel, how tight and amazing you feel. He's so fucking turned on by you and his hips keep screwing against you.

You wrap your arms around him, burying your face into his neck and biting the skin there. He smells amazing. Like he's been dancing in a pool of vanilla and lavender all night. As you come down from your climax, you retract and watch where he's fucking you.

"Dreamy little cunt," He babbles, so out of it. "get so wet and tight when you come, don't you?"

"Only for you." You coo, kissing him again. He's already far better than any sexual partner you've ever had. Your walls are still trembling around him and every single tremor sends him closer to his end.

"I'm gonna come so hard- shit, you feel so good."

"I want you to come, Harry."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, I want you to feel as good as I do."

He smiles at you, dimples galore, his cheeks as pink as his pants. And then he pins you to the counter by your throat, spreading you back until you're pressed against the mirror. He starts fucking you harder, messier as his cock throbs inside of you.

"Stunning little fox, so fucking perfect. Dancing in this tiny little dress," His hands grip at your breasts some more.

"Harry-"

"Grinding your ass against me, getting me hard for you. Dirty girl, fuck. You own me."

He's working himself up now, his hand tightening around your throat and forcing you to keep looking at him. He's spouting out filthy words into the air between you, unashamed and doing so much for you. You can't help but reach down and play your clit again.

He gives you a laugh, one almost of disbelief. "You like when I talk to you, hm?"

"So much."

"You gonna let me fuck you again, sweet little thing?"

"You can fuck me whenever you want." Because you both know this is the beginning of something new and exciting.

That sets him off. His orgasm blooms and spreads. Pops like a bubble of gum. He pulls out, working his hand on his shaft so fast it's a blur. You move your hand and watch him in awe. He comes directly on your pussy, mouthing dirty words and breathless moans. His other hand gripping your thigh so hard you know it will bruise.

He watches where he's painted you, his come dripping on your lower abdomen, along your clit and your folds. He's a mess, breathing heavily and working the rest of his high from his length.

Thoughtless, he crouches and licks his orgasm from your skin. You moan as he kisses you there, licking every ounce of his come in his mouth. His tongue teases your clit and your thighs jump at the sensitivity.

He stands, cloudy and slow. And he grips your chin harshly, forcing you to open your mouth. As soon as you do, he's spitting heavily into it.

"Don't swallow."

As you fully taste his come on your tongue, he's kissing you. You moan, tasting his orgasm with yours, his tongue with yours. It's so dirty and unhinged but you can't help but feel fucking feral for him over it.

"Good girl." He praises as he pulls away.

He rights his attire, his movements lagged. Like the only thing he can fathom is you and everything else is a chore.

You stare at him, your panties hanging from one ankle, your pussy glistening and spent from him. Bubblegum obsessed. Chocolate curls addicted.

"Gorgeous little fox. Should we ditch this joint and head back to mine?"

You sit up and throw your arms around his neck and kiss him. "Yes, please."

"I want to enjoy you properly." He sighs against your mouth. "Get you out of this dress. Spread you along my sheets, watch your tits bounce while you ride me."

You breathe out a soft whimper at the idea of continuing this for the rest of the night. "I love the sound of that."

He kisses you, deep and wet. "Make you come until I'm dripping in you."

His length, returned to the confines of his pants once more, twitches against your thigh.

"We need to actually leave this room for that to happen." You muse.

He lets out a loud cackle, cupping the back of your neck to draw you towards him. He helps you fix your dress, your panties stripping from your foot and you raise a brow as he tucks them into the back pocket of his pants.

"Didn't know you'd have much room for anything else in those."

"That cheeky mouth is why you're not getting your panties back."

After another round of kisses, the two of you emerge from the room. And while you're both giddy with excitement from what has happened and what else the night holds, no one else in the club bats an eye. Your underwear feels heavy and scandalous in his pocket as he guides you through the crowded dance floor, both of your hands wrapped around one of his.

Thanks to his already tall frame, and heels, he locates his friend quickly. Who is chatting to Amber. You raise a brow at her with a cheeky smile at the sight of them dancing together.

Harry's friend holds his hand out to you, "Mitch!"

You shake his hand and introduce yourself, projecting your voice over the music. You turn to Amber. "We're going to head off, are you okay here?"

She nods frantically. "Honey, I'm so okay!"

Mitch and Harry exchange smirks and hug goodbye.

"Peace, love, and granola, Mitch!"

The air of Miami cools your skin as you step out onto the curb. Harry lags behind, admiring the curve of you and the skin the low hem of your dress offers. He grabs your hand and spins you in a little circle before giving an ear-piercing whistle to hail a cab.

He's all over you in the back of the car. His lips going from yours down your neck, the swell of your breasts. The hem of your dress hitched up, your legs slung over his lap as he fucking devours you. Savours you. Ravishes you.

His apartment, much like his attire is bold, bright, and brave. Warm oranges and reds. Like a sunset on fire, or the heated and sizzling arousal between you. It cozy and art deco and very much Harry. He offers you a half-assed tour of his home but he's undressing you with his eyes. The silhouette of your dress begging for him to see just how much better you are underneath the material.

And once you reach his bedroom, the large, circular bed is all you can focus on. Mint green bedding. The room itself is impressive, the wall behind the bed sporting what looks like a melted sunset. Orange, pink yellow all mended together to offer an accent. Harry peels off your boots and the yellow shaggy rug is soft against your toes.

He puts a record on to spin, Just One Look playing softly in the air.

Suddenly, you're on your back on the bed. Harry hovers over you, his hand cupping your cheek as if he really can't believe you're real.

Is he tripping on a tab of acid or are you really in front of him? Unbelievably lucid and dreamy. Causing fireworks and sunsets in his tummy.

Your eyeshadow matches his bedsheets, he realizes. Little fox, you're meant to be.

His sheets are crisp and smell of him. The tones of his sheets are similar to the mint green of the powder room as if a continuation of what started in there. Dirty, open, and vulnerable.

Like the disco balls in the Hall of Mirrors, fragments of two glass souls mended together in beautiful unity. Dazzling, luminous. Capturing every fraction of light to reflect it in hues every spectrum can admire.

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sonicexelle-junkary · 1 year ago

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@moderator-monnie made a fic and I wanted to make one too. So have the fanfic version of how everything began.

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The day was calm, warm, peaceful. A perfect day for taking it easy. And for Sonic, Amy and Tail, they were. They had a blast telling each other stories, having drinks and food from the Mirage Saloon, a place that they haven’t been in in ages.

“Oh man, I forgot how good the drinks are here!” Sonic trilled with his usual strange mix of a drink in his hand.

Tails nodded in response. “Yeah. I can’t believe it’s been so long since we’ve been here. Makes me sad we don’t visit often.”

“I’ll say!” Amy entered. “Their deals for happy hour are to die for!” She received a smile and a second nod from the fox. But for Sonic, he was rather silent.

“Uh, speaking of happy hour… are we sure it’s still going on? Cause it seems rather dark to be 7.” He pointed out the window to a dark crimson sky, the entire world seemingly turned to shades of red and purple.

“That is… concerning.” Tails replied.

“Must be from Eggman. C’mon, let’s check it out!” And after he placed a bill onto the table, he ran out the door with Amy and Tails in co.

And boy, what a sight did they witness stepping out into the street. The look of terrified people screaming and running down the streets to any place that they could use for shelter, unsure of what to make of the situation, but nonetheless still terrified. But what were they running from? Well, as the group looked up to the sky, they found their answer.

A ginormous being, almost as big as the titans Sonic had faced before, standing there amongst the town. It’s figure so normal but uncanny, peaceful but unnerving. At the moment it didn’t do anything, it just stood there as it looked around, observing the creatures who seemed terrified of its sudden presence.

“What is that?!” Amy gasped.

“Whatever it is, it’s freaking everyone out!” He turned to his friends. “You two help anyone who needs it. I’ll let Super Sonic handle the big guy!”

They both nodded, but Tails paused. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” He said.

“If this guy is here to cause trouble, then I’m gonna be that trouble!” He gave the fox a grin before he zoomed away at the speed of sound, past crowds of people, up the sides of buildings. He made it as high as he could before the emeralds circled him, and in a flash he began to glow that bright golden colour of hope.

His presence now had caught the beings attention, as it watched him fly up like a comet in the sky, powerful and bright. Sonic could sense that it felt rather amused by all this.

“Alright buddy!” He shoved a finger out. “I don’t know what your deal is, but I’m already sick of seeing your ugly mug around here! So you better start explaining yourself, or I’m gonna— huh?”

Before he knew it, light shone from his chest, and in an instant, the emeralds flew out of him. He looked around and he and the emeralds were still suspended high above the ground. “Wha- what the heck?! What’s going on?!” He stammered as an anxiety fell over him.

He froze, as when he looked back ahead of him, the figures eye was only a few feet from his face. And as Sonic stared back, he could faintly hear a voice enter his mind.

“You’ll do nicely.”

And everything went black.

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On the ground below, Amy and Tails helped direct people to any place safe. To buildings or modes of transportation that lead them out of town. Anywhere else seemed better than witnessing what was going on out here.

“Is that everyone?” Amy said.

“It seems like it.” Tails answered. “Hopefully Sonic can—“

A bright light caught their eyes, and looking up they saw a horrific sight that made their stomachs turn. A bright light emanated from Sonic, and soon engulfed him, like a beam of light shot out from the heavens above. It lasted for only a moment before the light disappeared. The being gone, and Sonic plummeting to the ground below.

“SONIC!” Tails yelped in horror seeing his brother’s body lifelessly fall. He lifted up Amy to a platform, closest to where he assumed Sonic would be.

“Oh Sonic, please be okay.” Amy wavered.

“SONIC! Are you there?” Tails called out. “Please! Say something! SONIC!”

Silence accompanied them. Only the gentle sound of wind broke it. It was an uneasy silence, one that would make anyone’s hair stand on end. Luckily that lasted only for a few but long seconds, as something arose from the seeming abyss that Sonic had fallen into.

It was him, or well part of him, it looked like him. It had his signature blue quills, but it didn’t have his face. Instead, all that was there was a hole, an endless void that was only accompanied by a single eye. A tattered cape laid neatly on its shoulders, and a floating halo rested just above its head. But that wasn’t the worst of it, no. As tied to the cape, and embedded neatly into its halo, we’re the chaos emeralds that Sonic had in him once before.

Amy and Tails could only watch in horror as the being stood itself up and gave a deep sigh. It didn’t even notice them at first, but once it did, it didn’t move. All it did was glance down at them, waiting a moment before it finally spoke.

“Oh.” It said. It’s lower lid curling up to mimic an invisible smile. “Hello there.”

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grant me this wish, sweetheart

Pairing: Kento Nanami x Reader

CW: loads of fluff, basic dinner date with rich man Nanami, both reader and Nanami being lovesick, Nanami loves to spoil and take care of reader, no gendered terms used, but reader wears a dress and a pair of earrings, mentions of food and wine.

WC: 1.4K+

The view is so beautiful from the 32nd floor, and you have to admit this time and again that your boyfriend has an impeccable taste when it comes to finer things in life. It is not surprising given how successful and self-made Kento Nanami is. Having a wide array of experiences and attaining an unmatched sense of maturity, being in a relationship with him just makes you want to learn more about life through his comforting presence and influence.

Your endless gaze towards the city view is broken when the waiter comes with a bottle of wine. You do not care to read the label or anything because you know Kento only chooses the best. Moreover, he told you to not worry about anything because as always he says he gets the “stress-relief” from spending time with you and taking care of you This feeling of relying on someone else may have felt bizarre when Kento wasn’t in your life, but now it is therapeutic to trust him and not overthink in his company.

Shifting your focus from the sound of wine being poured to your glass, you thank the waiter, and then you see Kento is resting his head on his palm and staring at you with such a deep longing gaze as if he is soaking up all of you as much as he could. So much love from his mellow gaze often makes you shy away, choosing to hide your blush while sipping wine, hoping the red of the liquid can excuse the redness in your demeanor.

“Kento you know there is an amazing view right beside you? You can spare a few glances there too”, you say before popping a cherry tomato in your mouth.

Pricking a pasta shell on his fork, he just shrugs and casually smirks, “why would I look anywhere else when the best view is right in front of me?”

Your eyes were wide, and you never had any apt response to whenever Kento appreciated you with his smooth voice and soft yet determined gaze.

Refocusing on the man in front of you, you see him shuffle and place an elegant box in front of you. As a reflex action, you end up hiding your face in your soft hands because there is one thing that Kento doesn’t understand no matter how smart he is, that his company and lovely attention towards you is enough. But Kento finds his joy in spending his material wealth on your well-being and upkeep. Unlike you, he feels it's greater than any investment and business he has ever made because the results are beyond any monetary gains.

“Kento what is this again? You already gifted me this dress today, and you told me that no matter what I cannot request to split the bill but now another gift, and it looks so expensive! Kento this is really unnecessary.”

Your boyfriend being a man of few words just heaves a sigh and opens the box and pushes it towards you, “how is it? I think this emerald bracelet would suit you so much. Go on, love, try it on.”

Still resilient in your stance, keeping your arms crossed, you determinedly reply, “Kento please don’t deviate from the issue. You have already done so much for me and I appreciate your sentiments as well as really grateful to have you as my partner, but this bracelet was not needed right now.”

Kento listened to you carefully only to glance down for a second and abruptly pushed his chair backward. Did you anger him? Maybe you should have accepted his gift instead of being so nagging, but you just wanted him to be careful with his spending and as his well-wisher you just wanted him to be a tad bit careful about finances. You know that he is financially abundant and, way more capable and mature than you, but it gets hard for you to just keep on taking from him.

In between your thoughts, you suddenly see him lift his chair with the left hand and place it beside your chair, not caring what some of the other patrons in the restaurant are thinking of such a seemingly bizarre activity in a classy establishment. But you had to be in awe of the silent strength that your boyfriend possessed. He sits down again, his calloused yet comforting hands goes to your supple cheek, caressing them in a manner that makes you lean into his touch. Closing your eyes and exhaling his name in a quiet plea, since you know you can never win against him on such matters, where he is determined in showering you with love in all possible ways and beyond, known to mankind.

Tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear and admiring the sleek gold earrings that he had chosen for you on a business trip to Paris, a couple of years back. He trails his hand down your neck to your soft arms and raises your hand to kiss your knuckles with so much tenderness that it makes all your inhibitions melt away and warm your heart. He trails his lips towards your wrist, and the throbbing pulse underneath calms him down in an unusual manner. The way he looks up at you with those tired eyes that have found a shelter in your eyes, with so much of devotion that it seems that the time has stopped, as if it is just the two of you in this whole wide world and that is just simply enough.

Kento turns to his side, to pull out the bracelet from the open box, wraps the cold metal on your delicate yet capable wrists and admires the green jewels on your skin. Pulling you towards him and maintaining his signature eye contact that signifies his determination, he just says, “This simple bracelet is not about whether it is needed or not. It is about wishes. I wish to see you wearing this. It is not a hard wish to grant to an old man like me, is it now?”

You couldn’t help but frown a little and burst out in a chuckle, and end up lightly hitting his chest.

“Kento you are hardly a few years older than me! Stop being so prematurely geriatric”

“Darling, a decade and more doesn’t count as a few years”

“Doesn’t matter because we are together and time is an illusion.” you retort with a huff, only to wrap your arms around him to hide your face in his neck and whisper a thank you on his skin.

Kento’s strong arms encircle your waist and like always he instinctively rubs your back, and also admires the faint reflection on the window panes, where you look good in his arms in any possible way and angle, that keeps the rare smile on his face intact.

Pulling away from his neck, you look at him, admiring his features, which seem to get more attractive with every day. Or maybe you are just too lovesick. Or maybe he is indeed like the wine you had tonight, where he gets better with aging.

“I thought of getting you a ring, but I can’t entertain the possibility of getting rejected in a damn restaurant.” Kento had to say this while breaking your reverie.

At that moment you swear your boyfriend is sometimes too blunt that makes him adorably stupid.

“Kento you want to know something about yourself?” you said while plastering a forced smile full of sarcasm on your face.

He continues rubbing your sides and cocks his head to the side, curious to know what you have to say.

"You are probably the first person who reveals their proposal plans to their partner. I think you are mingling with Gojo too much."

"My love, I am a simple man. A person like you who is perfection personified does make me worry a little about your answer."

You are left speechless again, given how sincere Kento is with his intentions, and you almost want to run away because your heart beats too fast and is about to break free from your chest, but you have to regain your composure because Kento cannot always have the upper hand.

"Hmm, I may be a bit careful about money, but I won't accept a proposal without a nice ring from my future husband…" looking away you shyly mumble, “also I am not stupid to reject the best person in the world”

Kento being attentive as ever does catch your words. Smiling gently, he makes your head shift towards him and like always he just looks at your eyes lovingly while caressing the apple of your cheeks, before he closes the distance between you two and pours his affection when his lips meet yours, to conclude this beautiful night.

A/N: This was in my drafts for so long and I finally got the motivation to finish it. I don't think it's that good, but I swear it was much better in my head ;) Feedback and reblogs are much appreciated <3

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Pairings: Serial Killer Wanda Maximoff x Reader & Photographer Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Blood lots of it, Multiple Murders, Sadism, Knife, Knife Marking, Scars, Stalking, Height Difference, Age Difference, Dark Wanda, Mentions Of Kidnapping, Jealousy & Manipulation

Pet Names/Nicknames: Honey, Darling & Detka

Word Count: 2,177

A/N: Decided to write it on this account because it's part of my Serial Killer AU!!! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Y/N worked hard to get the perfect job in the city. It was her dream job and it was fulfilling to finally achieve it. Little did she know that she had an admirer. A brunette haired woman that had emerald green eyes was her admirer. Her name was Wanda Maximoff and she was a photographer. Well not really it's just her cover for what she really does. Wanda was a Serial Killer and she went by the name Scarlet Killer. She would visit Y/N at the cafe she worked at every single day with her usual outfit. A dark grey baseball cap and sunglasses. Wanda would always get a cup of steaming hot tea and a blueberry muffin.

Wanda had a peculiar fascination with Y/N and she was enamored with her beauty and perfection. She was sure that Y/N was meant for her and she was determined to make her hers one day. Wanda had worked hard researching and observing Y/N's movement and she knew her schedule like the back of her hand. Everywhere Y/N went Wanda would follow in the shadows. Even when she was going home Wanda would follow. Wanda would take multiple photos of Y/N and would always put them up in a room in her house. The room that has all the photos usually stays locked whenever a family member or her friends are over. Other than that she spends all her time in that room looking at the photos. Since Wanda lives right next to Y/N she can easily take tons of pictures.

Wanda went as far as getting to know Y/N's friends on the internet. Even though she was a photographer to the outside world she was invisible. She didn't take pictures of people but instead she took pictures of Nature and all the animals that lived in it.

Lately though Y/N has been going on dates with a couple men or women. But they've all ended in a disaster even if the two were hitting it off. Each time she went out on a date, she'd come home feeling troubled the guys or girls had suddenly changed and had become cold. What was more confusing to her was that they would never talk to her again, no matter what. Unknown to her Wanda would follow her on her dates and get jealous causing Wanda to use her to mind control them after every date to never speak to Y/N again. It happened more than 10 times and Y/N gave up on dating for awhile after her last one was a complete disaster.

Every time she kills one of her victims she would either mind control them to kill themselves or kill them with her magic. Every victim she has killed will always have a trail of Scarlet veins down their body. It's how she got her name as the Scarlet Killer. Sometimes she'd rip her victims' hearts out depending on who it was. She's sadistic and loves to see the horror on her victims faces when she kills them. She mostly uses her powers to kill but sometimes she'd use her engraved knife to kill them. She has a mask that covers her whole face except her emerald green eyes that would glow red. The mask she wears is black and has scarlet designs on it.

Today was no different. Wanda had walked into the cafe Y/N worked at and walked up to the cashier that was standing there waiting. The girl smiled and Wanda frowned because Y/N was usually the one to take her order like always. "The usual Miss. Maximoff" the girl said causing Wanda to snap out of it. "Uh yeah to go quick question though where's Y/N at" Wanda said and the girl looked up before frowning. "She called in sick today she said she wasn't feeling well" the girl said and Wanda's frown deepened. "Will it be for here like usual as well" the girl said and Wanda shook her head as she gave the girl a 20 dollar bill. "No it'll be to go and keep the change" Wanda said and the girl smiled before nodding her head. Wanda walked off to the side as she was deep in thought. How did she not know Y/N was sick. Was she lying about being sick. Or was she actually sick and Wanda had no clue. "Miss. Maximoff" someone called out for the tenth time causing Wanda to snap out of it. She turned around and saw a man standing there holding out a small bag and a plastic cup with Wanda's steaming hot tea in it. "Oh thank you" Wanda said as she took the two items before leaving quickly.

She got into her Red Buick lacrosse before backing out and driving away from the cafe. She arrived home a couple minutes later and parked in her driveway. She got out of her car before locking it. She looked over to her right to see no car parker in the driveway causing her to be even more confused. She looked around before walking across Y/N's lawn and walking up the front porch. She was about to knock but decided to use her magic to unlock the door instead. Scarlet magic flowed out of her hand as her eyes glowed. She heard a click before pushing the door open. She shut the door open and locked it before walking through the sunlit house looking for Y/N. She made her way up the stairs and down the small hall before stopping in front of a closed down. Her mind told her just to throw the door open but she didn't want to wake Y/N up if she was in there still sleeping. She opened the door quietly before shutting it behind her. As she looked up her gaze immediately landed on Y/N who was still sound asleep in nothing but underwear and an oversized shirt. The blankets were a complete mess and a pillow was laying on the floor. Wanda used her magic to fix the bed up before slowly walking over. She loomed over Y/N and smiled softly before sighing. "You have no idea how badly I want you detka, I wish I could just take you far away from here where no one will find you and just have you all to myself" Wanda muttered out as she reached out but stopped. Wanda's gaze traveled down Y/N's body. "I just want to mark you up so people know who you belong to" Wanda whispered a little louder. She stood up and looked around the room. "Every time I saw you on a date it made me so fucking jealous" she hissed out as she careful sat on the edge of the bed making sure not to wake you up.

Wanda made her knife appear and ran her fingers over the designs on the handle. She had to fight off the urge to mark Y/N right now so she stood up quickly before getting her camera out. She took a picture totally forgetting the flash was on causing her to panic when Y/N started waking up. Right when Y/N opened her eyes Wanda disappeared in a flash. Y/N looked around her room when she sat up frowning as she scratched her head before falling back onto her bed. Meanwhile Wanda appeared in her living room her heart pounding like crazy. Her mind was racing with thoughts on if Y/N caught her.

It had been a couple days since then and Wanda had to make sure that Y/N didn't see her. Wanda was in an alley tonight watching as a man's life flash before his eyes. "Please I do anything please let me go" he shouted and Wanda looked at him with her glowing eyes causing him to gulp in fear. "I don't have time for this I need to be somewhere, give me what I want and I might just let you go" Wanda growled out as she watched the man struggle against her magic. "I don't know what you're talking about please" he shouted out and Wanda huffed before she pushed herself off the wall. She walked up to the man before looking down at his chest. "If you don't tell me I'll rip out your heart" Wanda said in her Sokovian accent. Wanda looked up to see the man staring at her in fear. She sighed before using her magic and ripping the man's heart out causing him to scream out before he fell limp on the ground. Blood had splattered across Wanda's mask as she crushed the man's heart.

She lifted her mask up but froze when she heard a crash. She looked over to see Y/N on the ground staring up at her in horror before looking back to see the guy's veins glowing. Y/N stood up quickly before backing away as Wanda pulled her mask down and started stalking towards Reader. Y/N grabbed a glass bottle that was near her before throwing it at Wanda who quickly used her powers to stop it before slamming it against the brick wall. Wanda watched as Y/N almost tripped causing her to smirk. Y/N turned around before running out of the alleyway. "Running will only make it worse Hon I love a good chase" Wanda shouted loudly causing chills to run down Y/N's spine.

Y/N continued to run down the deserted street before Wanda appeared in front of her causing her to scream out. "W-wanda please don't kill me" Y/N stuttered out as Wanda tilted her head to the side before taking her mask off. "Now why would I kill a pretty girl such as you darling" Wanda said in her thick accent. Y/N looked around before looking back at Wanda who was staring at her. "Why are you doing this" Y/N said and Wanda didn't say anything all she did was grab Y/N and vanish.

The two appeared in Wanda's living room. Wanda let go of Y/N's arm before throwing her mask onto the chair. "Wanda answer me what the hell has gotten into you" Y/N shouted causing Wanda to glare at her. "Shut up I'm doing this for your own good" Wanda growled out as her eyes glowed. Y/N was about to speak but Wanda took a step forward. "You belong to me and only me none of those men or women would be able to take care of you like I would" Wanda said and Y/N backed up into the coffee table causing her to wince. "I don't belong to anybody" Y/N shouted causing Wanda to smirk before tilting her head. "Why don't we make it true than" Wanda said as her knife appeared in her hand causing Y/N's eyes to widen in shock. Before Y/N could try and run Wanda grabbed Y/N by the arm and yanked her forward. Wanda placed the tip of her knife under Y/N's chin before tilting Y/N's head back so they were looking directly into each other's eyes. "Listen here Y/N, if you let me mark that pretty body of yours with my knife so everyone will know who you belong to I won't kill your family or friends but if you don't I won't hesitate to kill every last one of them" Wanda said causing Y/N to tear up. "Y-you wouldn't" Y/N said causing Wanda to let out a dark chuckle. "Oh Honey you know what I'm capable of you've seen me on TV and just a while ago you know I'm dangerous" Wanda said and Y/N let out a sob as she collapsed to the ground with Wanda still holding onto her arm.

Wanda listened to Y/N's thoughts race like crazy. She clutched her knife tightly making her knuckles go white. "I know what you're thinking, I suggest you just give in now or you know what the consequences will be" Wanda said and Y/N looked up with tear stained cheeks before nodding her head. Wanda smirked as she yanked Y/N up before shoving her against the wall.

Wanda watched as Y/N slept soundly in her bed looking at the freshly cut scars on Y/N's shoulder and waist. Her Initials were carved into Y/N's waist as for her initials for her killer name were on Y/N's shoulder. She looked up at Y/N's tear stained face before smiling softly before leaning down and kissing Y/N's cheek. Y/N had passed out awhile ago due to the pain that was inflicted on her body by Wanda's knife. Wanda slowly got off of Y/N before walking into her bathroom to clean up. Her dream of making Y/N finally her's had come true and she'd never let anything happen to her.

Taglist: @red1culous & @natashaismylove

#Wanda Maximoff x Reader #Wanda Maximoff #Scarlet Witch #Dark Wanda Maximoff #Serial Killer Wanda Maximoff #Wanda Bear My Precious Witch ❤️🌹#river's serial killer au #Lesbian

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