#adrian please stop

[bloodied-velvet]

So… if Alucard was actually awake and traveling, there may have been a possibility that he saw the construction of the Taj Mahal during his days in India 🤔

[thegetou]

Next person that comments under one of my cutie John/Darry edits to say “DUDE! THAT WAS FR YOUR FIC!?!? YOU REALLY DID WRITE JOHN ALLLLL UP-” is getting written into inflation furry smut alright!!!!!!!!!

[mango-yoyo]

i just woke up and it turns out that Newey to AM is confirmed! according to skysports, he's joining as the Managing Technical Director and as a shareholder. as per this article, he is being paid £30m a year, for a 5 year contract, and he is a shareholder in Aston Martin F1, with a 2.5% stake.

which means he's likely here for a while! this is wonderful news and i'm so excited for AM and what the future holds.

[hart-on-my-sleeve]

I love how Adonis always cradles Jimmy so softly whenever Jimmy gets bumped.

But noooo don't fight with your baby manager!! Don't let Hulk rile you up!! Also it's so funny to me when Jimmy is trying to pull his wrestlers away. Like boi what are you gonna do with that 156 pound body lmao

7 26 1986 Spectrum

[marylxvrr]

" THE KING'S OBSESSION "

read part 2 here

𐙚 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 — a ruthless ruler who commands loyalty from all, yet becomes a desperate, obsessive mess when it comes to you, willing to destroy kingdoms just to keep you by his side . . .

𐙚 Trigger Warnings: Obsession, power imbalance, emotional. manipulation, implied captivity, and threats of violence.

You kept your head down, your hands trembling as you scrubbed the grand marble floors of the royal palace. Just another nameless servant in the king's vast estate, you worked tirelessly to keep your place in a world that cared little for someone like you.

The rumors about King Adrian were whispered in hushed tones among the maids. He was ruthless, ruling with an iron fist, but his charm was undeniable. His mere presence could silence a room, his sharp green eyes piercing through even the bravest of souls.

You had only seen him from afar—until the day fate crossed your paths.

It happened when you were carrying a heavy vase filled with fresh flowers, your arms straining under its weight. You misstepped, the vase slipping from your grasp and crashing to the floor. The sound echoed through the grand hall, and your heart dropped into your stomach as you realized King Adrian himself had just entered.

He paused, his eyes landing on you. You froze, breath hitching as you knelt, frantically gathering the shattered pieces.

“I-I’m so sorry, Your Majesty,” you stammered, your voice trembling as you avoided his gaze.

“Leave it,” he said, his voice low but commanding.

You stopped, your hands stilling. Slowly, you dared to glance up, meeting his piercing green eyes. His expression was unreadable, his gaze intense as it swept over you.

“What is your name?” he asked.

“Y/n, Your Majesty,” you whispered.

A faint smile tugged at his lips. “Y/n,” he repeated, as though savoring the sound of your name. “How fitting.”

---

From that day on, you felt his presence everywhere. The king would linger in the halls where you worked, his gaze burning into you. At first, you tried to dismiss it as your imagination, but the gifts began to appear.

A necklace of pearls left on your cot. A fine dress, far beyond anything a maid could afford, folded neatly on your small bed. The other servants whispered, their envy thinly veiled, but unease churned in your chest.

One evening, a royal attendant summoned you to the king’s chambers. Your heart pounded as you stood before the massive double doors, anxiety tightening your throat.

When you stepped inside, Adrian was seated by the fireplace, a glass of wine in his hand. He looked up and smiled, motioning for you to approach.

“You’ve caught my attention, Y/n,” he said, setting the glass down. “And I am not a man who lets go of what he desires.”

Your breath hitched. “Your Majesty, I’m just a maid—”

“You’re mine,” he interrupted, his voice firm and unyielding. “From the moment I saw you, I knew. No one else will ever have you.”

You stepped back, fear curling in your stomach. “Your Majesty, please. I don’t belong in your world.”

Adrian rose from his chair, his imposing figure towering over you. “You belong to me,” he said, his tone soft but laced with steel. “Whether you realize it or not.”

Tears pricked your eyes, and you shook your head. “I can’t… I can’t be what you want.”

He stepped closer, cupping your cheek in his hand. His touch was deceptively gentle, but the obsession in his gaze was unmistakable. “You already are,” he murmured, his thumb brushing your skin.

You flinched, trying to pull away, but his grip tightened. “There is no escape from me, Y/n. You will stay by my side—whether as my queen or my prisoner. The choice is yours.”

Your voice cracked as you whispered, “Why me?”

His smile darkened. “Because you’re perfect. Because you’re mine. And I will destroy anyone who tries to take you from me.”

[pininghermit]

Wifed up on a tuesday

Request: If you are still doing the tropevenia event, can you please write a fic with secret marriage prompt for Adrian Tepes x female reader. ( =＾ω＾)

AN: get this dhampir a wife! Such a fun request

Genre: fluff + Secret Marriage

Pairing(s): Alucard x Wife Reader

Summary: "No one hurts my wife," he said, his voice steady and cold, without sparing a glance back.

"You have a wife?!" Sypha screamed, her voice echoing off the walls as Trevor stared blankly into the void, looking more lost than usual.

You winced at the shriek, gently setting her cup of coffee in front of her. "Nice to meet you," you offered with an awkward smile, unsure if she even heard you through her shock.

Next to you, Adrian cleared his throat, his golden eyes flickering away as a faint blush crept up his pale cheeks. "We have been betrothed for twenty years," he said evenly, though his voice wavered slightly. "It was... a matter of time."

That, of course, did not make things better.

Before you could fully process what happened next, a heavy pile of books toppled onto you, and the sharp sting of a whip lashed across your back.

"Not a curse then," Trevor murmured, standing over you with an expression that teetered between relief and annoyance. From the corner of your eye, you caught Adrian gawking, his face frozen in disbelief.

A bubbling shame welled up in your chest, hot and suffocating. You pushed yourself to your feet, glaring at Trevor. "Indeed, quite human," you snarled, and without hesitation, you swung your fist, landing a solid punch to the oaf’s jaw.

"I am human," you continued, your voice sharp with fury. "At least in part. Adrian and I were betrothed by our parents. And we are now wed."

You could see the dread settling on Sypha's face, her expression torn between shock and dawning understanding. Then you turned your blazing eyes back to Trevor. "You're not welcome in my home. Sleep in the barn tonight."

Adrian's friend or not, no one struck you and got away with it. And if they dared, you made damn sure they understood the cost of their actions.

The silence that followed was tense, broken only by the sound of Trevor groaning from where he had staggered back.

Snapping out of his stupor, Adrian ignored Trevor completely and rushed to your side. His golden eyes scanned you, his hands hovering just shy of your back, as though afraid to touch and cause more harm. "Are you hurt, my love?" he asked, his voice soft but laced with worry.

You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could, Adrian’s power rippled through the room like a sudden gust of wind. With a sharp crack, a mighty blast of air sent Trevor flying backward, slamming the doors shut with an echoing thud.

"No one hurts my wife," he said, his voice steady and cold, without sparing a glance back. The message was loud and clear to Sypha, who stood frozen, staring at her husband lying in the rubble outside. "And anyone who wishes her harm shall bear my wrath."

In the quiet stillness of your room, Adrian carefully peels the fabric of your dress away from your back, his movements slow and deliberate, as if afraid to hurt you further. His golden eyes scan your unmarred skin, but the frown on his face only deepens.

"I should have stopped him," he mutters, his voice low and filled with guilt. "I was too late... I'm sorry. I just... I didn’t expect it." He rambles, his words tangling together in frustration as his gaze flickers between your back and his own trembling hands.

"Does it hurt?" he asks, his voice achingly quiet, like the faintest whisper of wind.

He had failed again. To protect you. To care for you. Gods, he was lacking, and now he had allowed a Belmont, his own friend, to harm you.

His father, who burned the world for his mother, would never have allowed such a thing. Dracula had been many things, but in love, he was absolute. But Adrian knows he will never be his father, in both good and bad.

He will never be the husband you deserve.

But he is in love. Unforgiving love that clutches at his heart, that reminds him with every breath of all the ways he falls short.

His expression crumples, like paper crushed in a fist. Adrian, for all his power, for all his strength, is so terribly fragile when it comes to you.

“It doesn’t hurt,” you reassured him, turning to face him fully. Your hands rose to cup his face, tilting it gently so his eyes met yours. “You know it can’t hurt me. Trevor didn’t strike to harm, only to dislodge potential glamor.”

You could see the mild complaint brewing on his lips. Adrian worried too much. Fretting, after all, was his favorite pastime. His brow furrowed deeply, no doubt already replaying every moment in his mind and finding a thousand ways to blame himself.

“You did nothing wrong,” you said firmly, your thumbs stroking the sharp planes of his cheeks. “You did the right thing. Tomorrow morning, your friend will apologize, and we will forgive him because he is your friend. And then, you will no longer hold this against him.”

Adrian opened his mouth to protest, but you cut him off with a stern look.

“Nope. Listen to me. Wife is right.”

His lips quirked upward, despite himself, and the tension in his shoulders eased slightly. His hands moved to rest on yours, cradling them against his face like a lifeline.

“You’re always right,” he murmured softly, leaning into your touch.

“And don’t you forget it,” you teased, smiling at him.

Adrian laughed, low and quiet, before pressing a kiss to your palm. “Never,” he promised.

Somehow, Adrian had found a wife. In the bleakest of times, when the world had turned its back on him, you had come to him. And now, you were here, standing in his castle, a presence that soothed even his most troubled thoughts.

When the next morning came, you were greeted by an unexpected sight.

A sizable tuft of brown hair lay at your feet, carefully placed by Sypha, who stood before you with her hands clasped. Outside, just beyond the castle doors, her husband knelt silently, his head bowed low in shame.

The tuft of hair. A Belmont tradition of repentance. An act of humiliation and an offering of guilt.

An act you had no use for.

Still, it would be of little use to ignore it.

"My husband is a dog," Sypha said with a weary sigh, though her tone softened with affection. "He lashes out carelessly. Please, forgive him." She bowed low, an act that clearly caused Adrian discomfort. His eyes flickered with unease as he watched his friends, who seemed more like chastised children than the bold warriors they usually were.

Gently stopping Sypha mid-bow, you reached out and rested a hand on her shoulder. "There’s no need for apologies," you said, your voice calm but light with humor. Sparing the kneeling Belmont a glance, you gestured toward the tuft of hair at your feet. "Though I reckon this," you said, pointing to it with a raised brow, "shall make for a very interesting wedding present."

Sypha’s head snapped up, her lips parting in surprise before a laugh bubbled out of her. The tension in her shoulders eased, the corners of her mouth lifting into a grin.

With that simple jest, the air shifted, the weight of guilt and harshness lifting from the room. Grudges were set aside, and forgiveness settled in their place like the morning sun breaking through heavy clouds.

"Bring your dog in for breakfast," you said, your grin widening as you met Sypha’s eyes. "Adrian’s the one cooking today."

The smile she returned was bright, her laughter lightening the room even more. "I’ll hold you to that," she said with a chuckle, turning toward the door to retrieve her sheepish husband.

Behind you, Adrian stepped closer, his expression softening as he gazed at you. "You handled that well," he murmured, his voice laced with quiet admiration.

You turned to him with a playful smile, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "It’s what wives are for, isn’t it darling?"

[crushmeeren]

イ JEALOUSY

⋆ note ; having rampant thoughts about alucard so….. yeah, here i am. still procrastinating my other fic, continuing to insert myself into this fandom lmao. don’t ask where this idea came from, cuz I’d say I pulled it from my ass.

⋆ suggestive-ish content, cursing.

master list

Studying Alucard, at the irritated scrunch of his nose, at the expression that displays his holier than thou attitude — well, you determine that jealousy looks good on him.

The menacing air that surrounds him, the sharp fang poking out over his bottom lip, you’re sure it’s scaring everyone within his vicinity. He’s sulking, but he’s still terrifying.

You’d thought bringing your husband to the bar tonight would be a good change of pace. Alucard spends so much time of his free time holed up inside, acting every bit like the centuries old half vampire he is, you wanted him to live a little.

Convincing him to ditch his black coat and put on a silky white button up was, surprisingly, the most difficult part.

Somehow you’d ended up on the dance floor. Alone. Putting on a show for Alucard, encouraging him to join the crowd and dance with you while he sat pretty in a torn up booth. You’d been so eager for him to let loose. To slide up behind you, grab your hips like a lifeline, and place hot kisses all over the side of your throat until he got so worked up he’d drag you home and shove your face in the sheets.

You’re on the verge of hooking him, the heavy beat of the music thumping in your chest, when strange fingers circle around your outstretched wrist. You jump, gasping as you whip towards the unknown source. A man with shaggy brown hair tugs you closer, a silly smile pointed at you.

The man raises his voice to be heard over the speakers. “Why’re you all alone doll? Need a partner to grind that sweet ass against?”

You twist your wrist free, brows shooting up at the blunt statement. What the fuck? “Uh no, I’m not alone. My husband is here. So please leave me the hell alone,” you reply, tone firm in your rejection. You take a step backwards, creating some distance.

He follows, crowding in way too close for comfort. “Ya sure about that? I don’t see him anywhere.”

That’s when you choose to shoot Alucard a look asking for help. That’s when you notice his furious features and your stomach lurches with heat, flipping upside down.

Your husband is positioning himself between you and the stranger before you can blink, pushing his chest roughly with a look of disdain, a nasty curl to his lip.

“Adrian,” you start. “He’s not worth your time.” You grab his elbow but Alucard holds up a hand, directing his attention to the other man, who’s now staring at him in disbelief.

“What the hell man? Who do you think you are Adri—,”

Alucard cuts him off with a hiss. “Do not utter my name, you filthy fucking animal. If you dare lay another hand on my wife, I’ll rip the limb from your body. Do you understand?” he threatens, destroying the distance between himself and the stranger.

You’re on the tips of your toes, eyes darting between both men. The unwanted stranger, who appears to retain some sense about him, snaps his jaw shut and raises his hands in surrender. He spins in the opposite direction and scurries out of sight.

Alucard remains frozen in place. You side step him, then shift until you’re face to face. He rolls the tension from his shoulders once your hands settle on his chest, meeting your burning gaze and flushed face. The intensity in his eyes lights you up inside, the tips of your fingers tingling.

No other thoughts come to mind besides “that was so hot, my husband is so fucking hot. i want him.” And you tell him so.

He chuckles, lifting one hand to cradle your cheek, thumb running across your bottom lip. “Did I make you ravenous for me, my love? I was unaware my possessive nature appealed to you so sweetly,” He teases, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

You nod, desperate to go home. “Adrian,” you plead. “C’mon, stop teasing.”

He places his lips against your ear and murmurs “If that’s your desire, then we shall leave this place. I’ll show you that you’re completely, utterly, mine.”

イ here’s the real question…does anyone want an nsfw part 2?

[boricuasirena25]

cute little painfully nerdy 2000s ellie williams x popular bimbo fem reader

ellie sat hunched over her lunch tray, poking at her soggy curly fries with a spork that had seen better days. her glasses were already sliding down her nose, but she didn’t care—her green eyes were glued across the room.

you were sitting with your boyfriend.

your boyfriend, who had the personality of a ‘home depot bucket’.

your boyfriend, who just smacked your ass in front of the whole table.

ellie’s pen shook in her grip as she kept doodling, her sketchbook open between her tray and a half-empty dr pepper. the drawing? you.

you in a ballgown, tits perky and glowing, eyes soft, tied to a tower.

ellie was the knight, naturally. messy armor, converse still drawn on, sword raised. saving you from sir adrian the d*ckhead.

“ellie,” dina said softly, sipping her chocolate milk like it was wine, “please tell me that’s not her again.” jesse leaned over and glanced down. “is… is that her boobs again?”

“she drew the lace detail,” dina whispered, slightly horrified. “ellie.”

ellie’s ears turned red. “i—i’m just… practicing anatomy.”

“that’s the fifteenth ‘anatomy’ sketch this week,” jesse muttered. “you’re not fooling anyone.”

“she’s wearing that bra today,” ellie said under her breath, dreamily. “the pink one. the push-up. victoria’s secret. i know the straps.”

dina choked. “you memorized her bras?!”

“i don’t need to look. i see them when i close my eyes,” ellie whispered, then slowly blinked, biting her lip. “f*ck, i’m gonna nut right here.”

jesse looked away. “this is concerning.”. dina leaned in, serious now. “ellie. she is never gonna want you. babe… she’s dating adrian. she told you to stop calling her mamacita.”

“she doesn’t hate me,” ellie muttered, defensive. “she just doesn’t know me yet.”

“you said she told you to ‘stop breathing near her,’” jesse pointed out.

ellie went quiet. still staring. you were giggling at something your boyfriend said. your gloss was shining. your boobs were… goodness. ellie had to adjust her hoodie.

and then—she saw it.

adrian… was looking at another girl’s ass. right in front of you.

and not even subtly. full turn. smirk. a wink.

you didn’t see it. but ellie did.

she felt something in her chest snap.

“…f*ck it,” ellie said suddenly, slamming her sketchbook shut. “i can’t.”

dina blinked. “ellie—what are you doing?”

“she’s not staying with that meathead. not while i’m here. i swear to God.”

jesse watched her stand. “bro. please don’t.”

ellie was already halfway to your table, glasses sliding, spider-man boxers probably damp, confidence nonexistent—but the delusion?

unbreakable.

you looked up just as she approached.

she stopped right at your table. her voice cracked a little. “h- hey… can I talk to you?”

you looked up slowly, straw still between your glossed lips, sipping your strawberry milk just like the princess you are in her sketches. your lashes fluttered, eyes big and bored.

“…you wanna talk to me?” you said, raising a brow. “about what?”

ellie’s heart thudded so hard she swore everyone could hear it. her hands were jammed in the front pocket of her hoodie, sketchbook awkwardly stuffed in the back of her jeans, peeking out like a secret.

“i- uh—” she cleared her throat. “i just— i had something to say.”

adrian, your muscle-brained boyfriend, didn’t even wait. he leaned forward, smirking with some BBQ sauce on his thumb. “yo, is this the girl who wrote you that weird poem in homeroom?”

you blinked. “what poem?”

ellie turned the color of a stop sign. “i didn’t— that wasn’t—it wasn’t weird—”

“she’s the band girl, right?” adrian laughed. “what was it again—something about your ’glossed lips guiding her sword’?”

“it was a metaphor!” ellie snapped, voice cracking again.

you looked her up and down. glasses slipping. hoodie wrinkled. fingers twitching. you caught the sketchbook spine sticking out her back pocket, and your brain flickered—was that glittery gel pen on the edge?

adrian scoffed. “nah, baby, don’t waste your time. this girl’s clearly obsessed.”

“i’m not obsessed,” ellie mumbled. “i just… admire her. from afar. and sometimes from slightly less afar. but not in a creepy way.”

you blinked slowly. “slightly less afar?”

ellie swallowed hard. she could barely look at you. your push-up bra was peeking out beneath your VS pink zip up, your boobs right there and glowing under the fluorescent cafeteria light like the holy grail.

“i just think you’re, like… really smart,” ellie blurted.

you squinted. “smart?”

“yeah,” she nodded fast, flustered. “like, not just hot. you’re smart-hot. your notes in AP Bio are color-coded and your handwriting’s, like, freakishly neat. i saw it once and cried a little.”

adrian burst out laughing. “yo, this b*tch is wild.”

you ignored him. still staring at ellie. “you… cried?”

ellie pushed her glasses up. “i also drew you in medieval armor once. you were holding a staff made of lip gloss and the souls of men who hurt you. your bra was historically inaccurate but, like, it made sense narratively.”

adrian stood up now. “alright, you’re done—”

“no,” you said suddenly, sharp. “she’s not.”

adrian turned, stunned. you looked back at ellie, tilting your head.

“what was i holding again?” you asked.

ellie froze. “uh. a staff. made of—of fenty gloss and vengeance.”

you smiled. real smile. not sarcastic, not mocking. you leaned in just a little, lashes fluttering.

“and what were you wearing?”

ellie nearly passed out. “…spidey armor. i think. it had boob padding for—well. i didn’t want to be historically inaccurate either.”

you giggled. adorable, deadly. the sound of lesbo nerd death.

ellie stood frozen. your eyes sparkled. you didn’t say anything else—you just slowly turned back to your fries like it was nothing. ellie didn’t know if she’d just won or if you were about to file a restraining order.

dina and jesse were in the back mouthing WHAT THE F*CK.

but ellie? ellie walked back to her seat with her chest puffed slightly and her spider-man boxers clinging just a little wetter to her.

[dragongirlpoet]

Dark Signs 2

Pt I I Pt III I Pt IV

Alucard x you

Synopsis: You asked Alucard for a favour. Now you have to be careful what you wished for. "To be born a dhampir is to be born a monster" - Vampire Hunter D

TW: Dark fantasy, horror & gore elements, blood, SMUT (Alucard is feral in this one) Explicit 🔞 I Words: 3.5k

Also to @skychaser777 hope you can sleep after this 😉

The hollow stone walls echoed my shaky breaths, caving them in, the thumping of my heart violent in my ears. My skin was pricked with goosebumps, foreboding dire dwellings. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Absurd question, considering everything was inherently far from right. 

There had only been one instance where I felt unsafe with Adrian. 

Located in the underbelly of Wallachia was a forgotten catacomb, a labyrinth where the dead and undead alike convened. I had been extracting bile from slaughtered night creatures, told to render powerful salves when mixed with mint, myrrh and…other herbs. 

Body sticky with sweat and hands grimy from reaching into revolting guts, I was almost to my fifth vial when a guttural growl stopped me dead in my tracks. 

From the marrows of a tunnel, a numbing cold, laced with strangled gnawing, reverberated through the passageways.

Every fibre of my being told me to run, alas I had all but the impudence of a child. Unsheathing my iron dagger, ensorcelled to wound even the most vile, I treaded warily towards my impending doom.  

The sight that awaited me was sickening. Crouched over bodies upon bodies of night creatures was a pallid, mangled man? His face was buried in their carcasses, marring at their flesh, lapping at their blood. 

Before I could take another breath, the man turned, face smeared with ravaged viscera and foul, curdled blood. He had hair like the purest wisps of wheat and eyes like dark, desecrated graves. 

I choked back a gasp.

“You foolish, foolish girl. You are not prepared for the evil that lurks here, feeds here..” his bellow was deafening, diabolical. Blood spilled from his fangs, splaying his torso tainted with innards and rotten flesh.

“Wh..who are…you?” I paced backwards as he stalked towards me.

“You don’t know who I am? Most fascinating…” he offered a smile so sinister, as if he had stumbled upon the most naive of fools he was soon to devour.

“I am the sun…rain…the darkness. I am sin made flesh and I am whom you should most fear. I am Alucard, son of Vlad Dracula Tepes.”

A loud “smash” rattled through the room as I retreated into our wooden dresser, knocking over a prized hourglass Alucard so often used to practise his script. The pair of glowering molten eyes trailed me — never blinking, burning caverns into my soul. 

I shifted my gaze downwards to avoid stepping into glass, but that was regrettably the least of my worries. Lifting my stare, those eyes were gone — quick as spectres passing through dimensions. 

Our chamber fell into a boundless black, and my human sight could not adjust acutely enough to the darkness. I flailed my arms about willing to grasp onto anything that could give me some bearing. Anxiety crept through me like poison ivy ensnaring a forsaken home. 

“Adrian? Stop this please! This isn’t funny.” The volatile rhythm of my heart suddenly became too loud, too unbearable. 

No amount of breaths could repress my violent trembling. A faint flicker from the corner caught my eye — Alucard’s heirloom sword. If his magical estoc was there…he is still in the room with me. 

The hairs on my arms shot up, little by little.

Out of nowhere, forceful, ice cold hands prised around my throat, yanking me out of my state of terror. From behind, Alucard, voice grave like a thousand infernal souls, growled into my ear, 

“Do you understand the gravity of what you’re asking?”

Whether it was fear or the vice-like grip around my neck, I couldn’t speak.

“Answer me.” 

He clamped tighter.

”Ye…yesss,” I wasn’t telling a lie. 

“Then let’s finish what we started, shall we?”

One minute I was in Alucard’s death grip, the next I was shoved, hard, into the stone wall, my face chafing against the abrasive mortar. I winced at the pain.

“You’re hurting me, Adrian!” 

Behind, he tightened his grip on my wrists, binding them into the small of my back. 

“Am I? Ohh…but you like danger, don’t you?...His other hand reached down to unfasten his pants, his erect cock sliding out… “You are drawn to the darkness, just as I am.” 

He trailed the words up and down my neck, pausing ever so subtly to savour the scent of blood in my veins. 

A small bead of sweat started trickling down my face…no, no, it was blood — from my collision with the wall.

Alucard went eerily still again. I felt a shift in his countenance, like a malevolent cloud obliterating sunshine. 

He was hungry.

With one knee, he forced my legs apart and hauled my nightdress up, my backside fully exposed. I could feel the tip of his length against my rear — throbbing, impatient. He snaked his hands all over my naked body, grabbing at my breasts, digging into my thighs. 

The scent of my blood set his every carnal need aflame. 

Adrian had always been prudent — he would excuse himself at the slightest scent of my exposed blood, isolating himself in the castle dungeons for hours, as if he deserved it. Deserved to be punished for his beastly urges, deserved to be condemned for being born a monster. 

Every blood-month I had would send him away for days — “I don’t want to hurt you. You’ve seen what I become when I feed… I’ll just be hunting, it’d be just a few days, and your cycle would end when I’m back,” he would say with a smile. A sad smile.

And I was utterly tired and heartbroken that my Adrian, so kind and full of love, would admonish himself, rip his spirit to shreds, for a fate that had been unfairly handed to him. I was going to end this, tonight.

Alucard nuzzled his face into my hair, taking in all my smells, heaving. His body was unyielding against mine — elegant marble against bewitching velvet. I could hear his vampiric heartbeat ringing in his ears, drowning out all sense of reason. He was an animal in heat. 

“You know I cannot control myself around you. And you know what your blood does to me… Do you know how long I haven’t fed?” 

His writhing cock was brandishing my cunt, starving for my hole.

“Do you know I think about what it’s like to have your blood in my veins? How much I want it, need it, desire it. 

How much I want my blood in you. And you ask this of me, tonight, when I’m sitting at the precipice of hunger and lust…”

There was a sharp intake of breath. 

“Hmmm you don’t know what’s coming for you. Once I do this there’s no turning back. 

Do you know how long I’ve been holding out for you? To be better for you. And now you ask this of me…”

At that he yanked at my hair, forcing my head to fall back. The red trace on my cheeks bowed complete to his mercy. 

Staring defiantly into his eyes, I said, “Do it, Adrian. I want you to.” 

Danger, danger.

A devious smile tugged at his lips. Alucard skimmed my neck with his mouth, bruising it with reckless kisses and parlous nips. He moved precariously to suck at the aquamarine veins running down my breasts, licking slow circles about my nipples. He was a wolf dallying with his food. 

A true vampire, hedonistic even in the slightest of pursuits, moving inevitably to the blood trail. He had waited so long for this. 

Alucard pushed his lips delicately into my face, afraid of spilling even the smallest of drops. My blood was a sacred river, a bath of worship he would praise forever. Shaking, he ravened the scarlet off my face, sucking at the open cut, willing for more. 

He was a mixture of muffled moans and enthralled ecstacy.

It was exhaultant. I adored being able to give Adrian what he most craved. 

Drinking in more than necessary, the whites of his eyes were no longer — entire sockets now overtaken with crepuscular crypts darker than the blood moon that hung outside.

Alucard’s cock twitched beneath me, length growing harder and bigger by the second. Grunting, he pumped his sex and slid it against my pussy. I was light-headed with anticipation, but he had merely fondled my folds, prodding at my entrance, testing to see how wet I was.

Perhaps he had been right. Perhaps a dissolute part of me yearned for the darkness, but what I’d wanted most of all was to know that I had years, centuries — immortality, to be with Adrian. 

Head over my shoulder with eyes like lacquered obsidians, he interlaced his fingers with mine, bringing them down to press at my clit. Flagging off from my most sensitive spot, he traced them up my body, slowly, torturously. 

“I wonder…” fingers caressing my abdomen… “how far up…” I gasped as he adjusted them higher… “my cock will go when I’m deep inside you…” Alas settling on a spot above my navel.

A sacred river spawned between my legs. 

Incapable of restraint any longer, I reached back to stroke his shaft, thumb stimulating his tip until his pre-load creamed my fingers. I lathered his fluids, relishing in the feel of his hallowed flesh tethered to my hands. 

“Fuuuck.” Alucard bristled against my touch, face buried in my neck. Below, he was thrusting at my entrance, not yet entering, readying me for his carnal devotion. 

”Adrian please, I need you. I want you inside…”  

His last thread of resolve snapped. He rammed his boner into me from behind, stretching me, engulfing me. My tender walls were a haven to his brutal thrusts, welcoming him in. Cock barely to his hilt, he spread my bottocks apart, plunging his engorged member in. 

“Ahh…ahh…” I whimpered, hands braced on the wall. 

“How are you still so tight…” he hissed, enraged he couldn’t yet feel all of me.

My fingers weaved into his hair, tugging as I leaned further back into him. This feral urge, I craved it. It was scarce enough to satiate the searing lust in me, so I ground impiously against his length like the unholy girl he wanted me to be. 

Tonight, he was to have his way. He was the nefarious overlord and I was but a malleable zealot. My hips were firmly held down by his hands — he wanted to control my rhythm. I was, afterall, his submissive little prey. 

Alucard forced his cum-stained fingers into my mouth, swirling them about the insides of my cheeks, wresting in and out of my plush lips. I licked at them greedily, suckling on his taste. He was so deft — hands and length penetrating me in a lyrical sync, sating me above and below.

I gagged when he stuck his fingers further down, my throat wedging tight. Tears rimmed my eyes but I continued hollowing my cheeks, head bobbing. “Such a good girl…” praising as he brushed hair off my face. I was to appear immaculate while being fucked indecent.

Hypnotised by his bulge assaulting my hole, I bit sinfully on his index, tearing his skin. He pulled out from my mouth, eyes transfixed on the blot of blood. 

“You’re being a naughty little lamb tonight…” His smile was insidious, like a serpent suffocating its meal.

My vampire smothered his blood over my parted lips. My tongue grazed over it, wiping it clean like I was the one writhing in blood lust. What I did had Alucard under a powerful spell. He plummeted his smug into me, our kisses heedless, crashing into each other in depraved lust. 

We sucked and bit them swollen, both of us unrestrained and shameless of our monstrous love. Under, he continued hammering his heat into me, hand pushing my cunt back to swallow more of him.

Alucard was never one to trifle with a perfect opportunity. Hands at his favourite spot, he rubbed his digits forcefully at all the places his cock didn’t already fill. My knees buckled at once from overstimulation. 

“Stay.” He landed a firm smack onto my soaking sex… “Still.”

“Or I won’t let you cum.” An order.

He bent me over, my backside raised to allow him easy entry. I compelled my wobbly legs to stand, muscles quivering at my bones.

“Good. Hands on the wall.” 

Like his obedient little lamb, I hoisted my arms on the cold stone, squeezing taut around my feral wolf.

I was begging, moaning his name, my being in complete disarray.

Content with how tight I was clenching around his shaft, Alucard drove his erection mercilessly into me, pounding so hard I was lifted off the ground. 

I cried out in pleasure and pain. “Adrian! Adrian please…”

“You like it when I’m rough with you, baby? You want me to turn you, and fucking you senseless comes with it,” he spat in between thrusts, dragging hair away from my ears to ascertain I could hear him loud and clear. 

I was so deliciously filled my lewdness spilled out onto my legs. Paths of sweet nectar trickled down my trembling thighs, glazing his girth with my wicked desire. 

I was so close.

Smelling my arousal and imminent climax, Alucard slammed faster into me, his own pace losing cadence. 

We were so close. 

He had everything timed perfectly. Just as he had countless times before — night creatures and wild animals — all unsuspecting pawns to his blood thirst. He was adept at hiding his deplorable little secret, but I knew better. 

Fangs fully exposed, he grazed them masterfully over my neck, humming at my veins and arteries. Quite like a skilled chef discerning food, he was choosing which would taste most exquisite. My scarlet vessels were pulsing in tempo with my heartbeat — palpitating, quivering, waiting.

“Are you frightened? I can feel your terror in my bones…” villainy laced his snarl like a wolf finally rid of sheep’s clothing. 

I had to inhale gulps of air to articulate my words, “No….” But what I said or what I thought mattered no longer. Gone was Adrian — human, moral, benign. A bestial, debased monster, instead, all consumed him. 

Soulless eyes searched me once more, as if to forewarn me about my perilous decision, as if the human in him was straining to break free of his chains to stop this atrocity.

There was no turning back now.

I offered my neck to him, reckless, bloodstreams on full display. At last, with Alucard’s throbbing cock still stuffed full inside, I felt the firestorm in my core and the crushing torrent soon overcame me. 

My release tonight felt different — cathartic. I was once again the delicate driftwood being dragged underwater — careless, aimless, going where the current took me. My limbs fell limp at my sides, my spirit devoid of vigour. And I knew why. 

Alucard’s fangs were buried in my neck, drinking my blood as if a divine offering. When did he bite me? I felt no pain, only a rapture so heavenly I ached for more. 

And so drink he did. Rivers of blood coated his lips, crimson tributaries surging down his throat. He sucked and lapped at my vital spark, clawing at my body so arduously as if I was the most cherished jewel of immeasurable value. 

Like a vampire deprived of debauchery, he drank me in like sweet sin. He had no beginning and no end. And rightfully so. I was profoundly proud of my Adrian. At long last, he no longer had to be ashamed of who he was. He was liberated. He was free. 

My racing heart was now a supine hum. I lay naked — pliant and frozen in his arms. The sleepy swell of the ocean lulled me into the black nothingness. I was rising and falling, so in harmony with the current.

Above, hazy sunbeams fractioned the waves like sparkling diamond necklaces. Beneath, the sombre abyss tugged at my essence, diffusing all manner of light. The ominous depth, though a macabre embrace, was one so full of promise. It was beckoning to me, calling my name — stay, stay, stay…

—

I awoke to a pall of infinite blackness. 

I had been dreaming. There were shadows — silhouettes, of people I couldn’t quite make out. They were whispering, a sonnet of hurried voices, as if going somewhere, but nowhere at the same time. Then there was a lambent flame — the colour of pale amber, always in the distance but never near. Always tailing, always watching…

Where was I? 

I could see nothing, hear nothing. I shifted slightly, and my shoulders were met by cool textile — silk? As more of my senses reconciled, I felt the mattress below me, a satiny divan not reminiscent of my bed. Muted was the air, hollow was the roof, and

…algid was my skin. 

I was in a coffin.  

Panic coiled through the ridges of my ribs, puncturing my heart like lethal thorns. I clawed and pounded at the wood…was I buried alive?

Alas, like the caves of hell being vaquished by divine light, the casket slid open, and I clambered onto a sprawling granite floor. I was heaving, frantic to take in air, clamouring at my chest as if ghostly hands were crushing my heart, splintering my valves. 

Where was Adrian?

A succession of torches adorned the upper vaults, the mellow ebb of light suddenly becoming glaring to my eyes, as if I had been staring directly at the sun. I could make out the phosphorescent ripples and saffron hues that wreathed the flames. 

The air smelled vaguely of mildew and crumbling concrete, while the scampering of rodents in between masonry thundered in my ears. I could hear them squeaking, the sounds of their bones compressing while they squeezed through cracks and crevices. 

I could hear their heartbeats — tiny surges of blood in their capillaries. 

Such fragile little things, I wonder what they’d feel when they’re crushed by the force of my teeth. If they’d feel pain, if any at all, as I drain them dry…

I was so, so hungry. 

My awareness had heightened ten-fold, the anarchy of it all confounding whatever human that was left in me. The sensation of everything all at once was too much to bear and I covered my ears to drown out the distress. 

Futile efforts indeed. 

“Adrian? Adrian…” My voice hoarse from wheezing.

Was this what he had to endure? Being so akin with the presence of entirety, enough to render one insane. Was this why he had been so loath to turn me?

I hauled myself off the ground, bidding my legs to what looked to be a door. Scarce a blink had passed than I was face to face with a metal threshold — intricate lineations etched faintly onto the frame. 

“Willing blood of the Raven Maiden,” — Enochian, words of ancient bygone, but Adrian and I had been avid philologists.

I didn’t concern myself with whether the translation had in fact referred to my blood, but I sank my fangs — a lurid extension — into my wrist and smeared them over the threshold. 

The magicked portal transported me to a bed chamber, a former bed chamber, now resembling the crux of a dense forest.

Creepers cleaved through stone, while poison vines slivered across furniture. Rich moss clung to the bed frame, eating away at the tulle canopy, embedding itself into rotted linen.

That chaise…it was ours. 

Horror flooded my senses as I glanced furtively around. 

Our armoire, our settee, our desk. 

Strewn across the floor, some shredded by tree roots dissecting the wooden panelling, lay stacks of disintegrating parchment like remnants of forgotten lore.

Vampiric speed overtaking, my eyes scanned the moth-eaten pages over. 

“Come back to me.”

“Come back to me.”

“Come back to me.”

I choked on my tears. 

“To be born a dhampir is to be born a monster.”

They fell like glass, shattering on the ink, eroding the paper more.

How long had I been asleep for?

“No, no, no…”  I wept into the emptiness, anguish imprisoning my lungs, blocking off air. In spite of being undead, I had a heart, and it bled — it bled crimson, pain and grief. It bled with all the words I wished I could take back. 

It bled with all the ache that I might never see Adrian again. 

I scoured the castle. Every tower, every room, every dungeon, each a shell of its former mirth. The scenes ran parallel  — overgrown foliage, wrecked furnishings, pillars atrophied by decay. Our home had been eaten away by the curse of time. There was no sign of life, no essence of Adrian. 

With a threshing hole in my heart, I raced past the lattice of abandon toward the main doors. As the iron portcullis lifted, I recoiled at the hell that awaited me. 

There, in the blistering winter, impaled upon rows and rows of stakes, dangled festering corpses of night creatures…and humans. 

What have I done?

Pt I I Pt III I Pt IV

[hatakemrs]

Quidditch and Fun

Characters: Mattheo Riddle x !Potterreader

Warning: Smut!! Minors DNI! (Not proofread since it's 3am)

Please bear with me since it's my first time writing smut so if you find any part cringe or have Criticism please feel free to leave them in comments.

Words: 2.4K (Porn with a little plot)

Summary: The reader is the little sister of Harry Potter and on Gryffindor Quidditch team. Her rivalry with Mattheo is fiery but what happens when the tension finally bursts?

Mattheo fucking Riddle. The bane of your existence.

He's cocky, he's arrogant and struts around like he owns the whole castle. You have hated him since you started at Hogwarts. He was in the same year as your brother, making him only an year older than you. Despite not having the same classes you two competed against each other in Quidditch.

You are currently sitting at the Gryffindor table with the golden trio having your breakfast. Tomorrow is the first game of the season against slytherin.

You take a bite of your toast listening to Harry and Ron going over the details of the match while Hermione is knitting socks for the house elves.

"Oi Potter!", Mattheo's voice called out from the slytherin table. Both you and Harry turned your heads at the sound.

" Oh not you golden boy, you keep chatting with your red headed boyfriend.", Mattheo smirked at your brother before looking at you.

"Ready to lose tomorrow princess?"

"In your dreams,Riddle."

"Only if you knew the dreams I had about you.", You just flipped him off in response not wanting to fight and land a detention just before the big game.

"The hell is his problem?", Ginny scowled as Mattheo walked away to his table.

" Just being a git as usual. He's so obsessed to Y/n you would think he fancies her.", Hermione chimed in.

You cringed at the thought but didn't say anything.

"Oh I would kill him before he tries anything with my sister.", Harry said glaring at the slytherin table.

'Yeah but keep your hands clean until tomorrow. We need you at the match and not in a cell in Azkaban.", You teased trying to ease out the situation.

----

The match day came, whole castle was buzzing with excitement for the first Quidditch Match at the season.

You walked out on the field to see the slytherin team warming up. Malfoy, Nott, Zabini, all familiar faces except one. Their star chaser was missing. You looked around but couldn't see Mattheo anywhere.

Did he get detention? As much as he loved starting fights he loved quidditch more. Why would he miss a game against Gryffindor by getting himself into trouble?

You mounted your broom as Madam Hooch blowed the whistle signalling the start of the game.

It was an easy win for Gryffindor with one of the slytherin's best player missing.

When youn were heading back to the dressing room you could hear the slytherin's grumbling under their breath.

"Why did Riddle have to beat Mclaggen just a day before the game?", Malfoy kicked at the grass.

" You know how he gets when he's angry. Besides I bet Mclaggen said something fucked up to get Mattheo that mad ."

"Nott's right. I don't think I have seen Mattheo that angry before. When me and Enzo tried to intervene, Mattheo didn't budge until he beat that guy into the floor.", Blaise said thoughtfully.

You eyebrows knitted together in realisation. "So I was right, he did end up in detention.", you wishpered to yourself.

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" Damn girl! are you trying to get railed tonight? Because with that outfit you will.", Ginny smirked at you.

You looked yourself in the mirror fixing your hair, wearing a tight black dress that hugged your curves.

You smiled at her and teased back, "God forbid a girl gets dolled up for herself."

"I'm just saying y'know? Adrian Pucey's gonna fall to his knees the moment he sees you."

You cringed, "Really? Pucey? He's a Slytherin and also the Quidditch captain. Not to mention we beat their arse today, he's not gonna be happy about it."

Ginny wiggled her eyebrows, "Oh well that doesn't stop him from undressing you with his eyes. Have you seen the way he looks at you? Like he would do anything to—"

"Oh my god Gin! Eww I'm not gonna hookup with a slytherin. Just because you and Parkinson are hooking up doesn't mean I wanna take part in this club.", You said wearing your earrings.

Ginny shrugged, " Well just so you know, If you ever wanna 'join' this club, me and Pansy are open to—"

You laughed at her teasing, "Will keep that mind thanks."

When you arrived at the party it was already in full force, music making the windows shake, people dancing, the smell of firewhisky floating through the air.

You and Ginny headed over to get yourself some drinks. "Cheers.", both of you said in unison said taking a shot.

After a few shots, Ginny was pulled away by Pansy into a corner while you were greeted with an already drunk Puecy.

" Congrats on the win Potter.", He said raising his glass at you.

"Thanks Pucey. Always a pleasure kicking Slytherin's ass.", You smiled at him.

He chuckled, leaning towards you, " This party is getting boring right? why don't you and me go—"

"Why don't you go and fuck yourself Adrian?", Mattheo's voice caused you to jolt. He was now standing behind you wearing a black shirt. You gulped at the sight, his rolled sleeves displayed the veins of his arm.

Pucey threw him a dirty look, " Rich coming from a person who got into a fight before an important game."

"Yeah? well if you can't win the match for your team without a single player that's on you *captain*.", Mattheo retorted back throwing daggers at him.

" Now get lost before you end up in the bed next to Mclaggen."

Pucey glared at him but left, not wanting to get involved in a fight he'll surely lose.

"Princess", Mattheo gave you a nod. " Celebrating the win I see? You guys were lucky I couldn't make it today."

"You're right, would have been more fun to beat those snakes when you were on the field. Could have watched your stupid face twist in anger.", You looked him in the eye to see something more than hate.

He ignored your comment, his eyes roaming over your body maping you out with his eyes. Gaze so intense you could swear he was able to see through your clothes, or maybe the alcohol is kicking in.

"Don't tell me you dolled up for that stupid Pucey.", he asked with a scoff.

" Maybe I did. If the rumors were half true I would best believe that I could have a good time with him.", You leaned against the table, taking a sip of your drink.

Mattheo scoffed again, "Good time? Oh princess he wouldn't even be able to make you cum."

You breath hitched, "You know a lot about his expertises don't you? Spend a little time on his bed—"

Mattheo pulled you closer by your waist, "Tsk tsk you've got a mouth on you haven't you?", he whispered in your ear.

" I wonder how I could use that mouth of yours in more useful ways."

"All talk and no action, Riddle."

His gripped tightened on your waist and he smirked at you.

"Oh I'll show you action.", with that he dragged you out of the party.

You followed him wordlessly feeling the heat pool between your legs.

You don't remember how much you walked but you were finally at the front of his dorm. Mattheo wasted no time on opening it, pushing you in then slamming it closed.

He pinned you against the door catching you lips in a searing kiss. The kiss was rough with teeth clattering and his tongue invading your mouth.

His hands travelled up from your waist to your breasts before gently cupping them which made you gasp into the kiss.

He pulled away breathing heavily, lips swollen, beads of sweat covering his forehead.

"Can I?", He played with the strap with your dress. You were a little surprised that he was asking for permission since he was acting like a starved man just a second ago.

You nodded in response and Mattheo didn't wait another second before getting you out of the dress and throwing it on the floor.

Mattheo kneeled in front of you, positing himself between your legs. He kissed your inner thighs, before softly kissing the clothed heat. You let out a soft gasp when his lips met your core.

Mattheo slowly pulled your panties aside and kissed your clit. He draged his tongue through your slit torturesly slow which made you whine.

He chucked against your core sending shivers up your body, "Now now darling, don't be impaitent yeah?"

Mattheo worked his tongue against your pussy while his thumb rubbed over your clit. You grinded your hips against his face to which he goarned.

"Impaitent little thing aren't you?"

Before you could say anything Mattheo inserted two fingers in your pussy without warning. The strech tore a moan out of you as you gripped his curls.

He started moving his two fingers while still eating you out like a starved man. You pulled on his, getting closer to edge.

"Fuck, you taste like heaven princess. Should have done his sooner.", he increased his pace, his fingers just hitting the right spot.

" Fuck! Mattheo, I'm close! Ah- Please- don't- fuck- don't stop"

"Yeah? Feels good baby? Gonna cum on your rival's tongue?", Mattheo increased his pace

You leaned against the door fully, your knees giving up as you felt getting closer to edge. " Yes Yes! fuck Matt—"

Then he stopped. You whined in frustration," Why did you stop!?"

Mattheo smirked, your essence mixed with his saliva drooling down his chin, "What? you think I would just let you go that easily? Not happening princess "

Mattheo stood up now towering over you, "Get on the bed sweetheart."

You followed his instructions and sat in the bed while seeing him undo is belt.

You decided to mess with him a little, "You're probably small anyways." To your frustration, Mattheo didn't say anything just smirked and let his jeans fall to the ground.

You could see the outline of his dick from the boxers, already stained with precum.

Definitely not small.

When he removed his boxers, you gulped. That's going to fucking hurt you knew it already.

Mattheo made his way towards you and climbed on the bed. You position yourself between his legs eager to have a taste of him but before you could take him into your mouth he stopped you

"We will have time for that next time. Right now I wanna fuck that perfect pussy of yours. Turn around and face down."

You did as he said, facing down into the matress and arching your back for him to see.

"Perfect.", he smacked you ass before re inserting two fingers in your cunt, scissoring it from inside.

You moaned into the pillow, " Just fuck me already Riddle!"

"How the fuck are you still so bossy? Do I need to fuck that attitude out of you?", he landed another smack on your ass.

Mattheo pumped himself a few times before putting his tip in front of your core. " Tell me if it hurts too much. I'll stop"

You only let out a muffled 'Yes', your brain only processing the big tip which made your pussy clench in anticipation.

Mattheo slid in slowly making sure not to hurt you "Fucking Merlin, You're tight- fuck- wjy haven't I fucked you sooner?"

You moaned as you felt your walls squeeze his dick deeper inside you. "So full- Mattheo- Ah fuck—"

Mattheo gave you a few seconds to adjust yourself to the size before he started moving. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled up your head from the mattress.

"Fuck- Good girl of the Gryffindor being fucked like a whore.", Mattheo grunted as his increased his pace.

" What would other people say if they saw you like this huh? The quidditch star being fucked by her rival into oblivion?"

His words only made you clench tighter against his dick.

"Look at you- fuck- milking my dick like a fucking whore. You would love that wouldn't you? people know how much of a- fuck- slut you are?"

Mattheo Pistoned his hips against your making you cry, you mascara running down your cheeks, drool sliding off your chin, your hair a mess.

But all you could think of right now how Mattheo's dick filled you up and hit you in the right spot,

You didn't have to say it this time, Mattheo felt it. You're close. He slammed into you over and over again, you could feel his cock twitch inside of you.

"Fucking hell- I'm close- fuck- Can't hold it—"

"Me too."

You cumed immediately and Mattheo followed as you filled your insides being filled with a hot liquid. Mattheo thrashed into you a few times x working out his orgasm before collapsing beside you.

The sound of heavy breath filled the room. Mattheo turned to face you "You good? Did I hurt you?"

You shaked your head in response not having the energy to have a conversation.

After gaining his breath, Mattheo stood up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. He came back with a wet towel and cleaned you up.

He settled back into the bed and pulled you into a warm embrace.

"So Mattheo Riddle has a heart afterall huh?", you teased him.

He smiled at you, " Don't you get used to it princess."

A few moments of comfortable silence passed , then you decided to break it. "Hey umm Mattheo?"

"Yes darling?"

Ignoring the butterflies the nickname gave you, you cleared your throat and asked your question.

"What happened with Mclaggen? I didn't think you would end up in detention before the big game."

Mattheo averted his gaze and spoke like he was embarrassed, "Well you see- um-"

You raised an eyebrow at him.

He sighed, "He said you would be a good fuck and was trying out for quidditch team just to get into your pants."

You looked at him surprised, " You defended me?"

Mattheo gave you an offended look, "Of course I did! Nobody messes with whats mine."

"Yours? Since when?", You gave him a judging look.

" The first time you ever punched me in the face in 3rd third for being a git. I thought ' That's future Mrs Riddle.'"

"So you decided to fight with me all these years? Great way to have my attention Riddle.", you rolled your eyes at him.

" Hey! I don't do emotions well ok? Was trying to keep myself a part of your life in anyway I could.", He pouted.

You chuckled, "Well you don't have to do that anymore."

You pecked his lips softly and you swear you saw a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Oh shut up!", Mattheo hide his face in your chest.

A/n: Hope you guys like it? I cringed a little while writing this. Reading smut is so much more fun.

[zolass]

Detectives Attraction Ch. 05 Top Male Reader x Male Yandere Harem

Didn't think I would manage to finish a chapter today but here we are with a bit more smut and a weirdo added into the bunch and maybe a horny Elias? I think I forgot to mention MDNI in the last one or two chapters- we all know how it goes when the warning shows anything that's dd:dne or in general maye nsft/nsfw content. It's just not my fault who engages with it- Content Warning: Smut, Recording Sex with consent, non-con voyeurism 1.4k words

Shameless loud moans spilled from the swollen lips of Adrian– his back arching from the bed as M/n’s cock thrusted fast and roughly into his hole. M/n’s lips were wrapped around the lawyer’s right nipple, suckling on it while his hands grabbed tightly onto the pale bruising skin. 

Adrian loved every second of it, his dick twitched pathetically against his abdomen smearing precum all over while he kept pulling the other closer with his arms that were looped around M/n’s shoulder. 

M/n pulled his lips from the perky buds, before slowing his thrusts, “Did you ever ride a dick?” the question rang out, making Adrian look at the other with lust clouded green eyes, before he shook his head. M/n quickly pulled Adrian closer, before he turned to sit on the edge of the bed, while he pulled the lawyer with him to sit on his lap.

“Fuck–” a moan rippled from him, while his blunt nails left crescent moons in their wake, on M/n’s shoulders, while he left the length sitting snug inside his hole– the bulbous tip pressing steadily against his prostate, making the lawyer whine in pleasure, his useless dick twitching. As green eyes met e/c ones, the lawyer couldn’t help but pull the other into a hungry and passionate kiss, “I’m so glad you’re okay,” Adrian mumbled against M/n’s lips, who in return only chuckled, “Is it because I fuck you so well– that you’re happy that I’m not dead so you don’t have to go on a search for another dick to pleasure you so well?” the detective mused, as his large hands wandered over Adrian’s warm and thick thighs, further to the two plump ass cheeks which he grabbed tightly.

A pout formed on the lawyer’s lips, “you think so bad of me– is that what I’m to you? Someone who’s only after your dick?” Adrian asked with a frown, “Your dick and the sex with you is a bonus– but you, as a person, are intriguing,” he said as he looked into the e/c eyes.

There was a moment of silence between them, before Adrian slowly lifted his hips and dropped them again– enlightening pleasurable sounds from both of them, “Is that how you do it?” Adrian asked, as he looked up at M/n through his eyelashes. After M/n only grunted in agreement, nothing seemed to stop the other then to ride the detective’s dick until his legs were trembling and the other started to thrust up, while his hands continued to guide Adrian’s hips until an especially loud moan rippled from the lawyer’s lips, his pretty glossy green eyes rolling back as ropes of cum spurted from his cock and his hole clenched around M/n’s dick, making said man groan and cum as spurts of warm cum flooded Adrian’s hole again.

M/n grunted as he placed kisses on Adrian’s jaw– while occasionally leaving blossoming bite marks on the other’s jaw, neck and collarbone, “Are you satisfied with your little video now?” M/n mumbled, as he glanced at the phone camera that was showing them from a point slightly behind them, while the recording was horizontal. A whine left Adrian as he shook his head, “One more– please M/n…” 

The entire thing started after Adrian had knocked on M/n’s door, only to push the other inside and against the door, after it was opened. Adrian had wasted no time to get the detective's cock out of the man’s pants only to quickly latch his mouth onto the warm length– this was the first time Adrian had sucked M/n’s cock– any cock to begin with. 

Now with the cum filled hole clenching around his dick, as if wanting to milk him of all his cum’s worth– how could M/n possibly say no? As they began their fourth round, they were unaware of something.

In an apartment– blocks away from M/n’s home in a barely lit room– sounds of huffs and puffs reverberated in the space of a bedroom. Lewd moans and drool slipped from slightly bruised lips, golden brown eyes stared at the screen that showed the two men in a doggy style– moans and grunts sounded from the speakers, while a squeaking sound of a chair and wet squelching sounded as a young man rode the large toy with eagerness, his eyes trained on the scene that was displayed on his large screen from the camera that was pointed directly at the bed.

“God– harder,” a whimpered moan left the man as he watched the quick and harsh thrusts of M/n, that he tried to recreate with his own hips alone, while his one hand fisted his weeping cock tightly, “Fuck me harder– ahh!” the man gasped as the toy pressed against the bundle of nerves. Black strands hung loosely down his forehead– while the sweat, from the pleasure he started to give himself as the two others started theirs, made the few strands cling to his skin. 

The male didn’t know when it stopped–maybe after the loud moan spilled from the lawyers and his lips, but his eyes went large in hunger and need as the man he spied on for quite some time, walked over to the camera with his dick swinging in the perfect view, before the phone was lifted and tossed onto a chair. 

Biting his slightly bloody lip– the male heaved mouths of deep breaths as his spent cock– still tight in his grasp soiled his desk, while his hole had clenched tightly around the large dildo that abused his soft spot with his wildly rutting and riding. With the free hand, he reached out towards the screen in which soft voices filled the background and the sound of sheets rustling, “We’ll meet soon– I promise~” the male mumbled into the empty room.

M/n and Adrian stood underneath the hot shower, their lips locked together in a heated making out, while the lawyer was pressed against the cool tiles, sending shivers down his spine, “I have to leave soon– for the case,” M/n mumbled against Adrian’s lips, “And because someone broke in– yet again I can’t let you stay while I’m gone,” he quickly added as he saw the look on lawyers face.

A sigh left M/n as he saw the frown on the other’s face, “I’ll call you, okay?” he asked with a tilt of his head, as he pulled the other closer against him. A defeated sigh left the chestnut haired male as he only nodded. 

It didn’t take long for both of them to get out and get dressed again, grabbing everything they needed before they walked out of M/n’s apartment– yet again, this time it was day time outside. As they stepped out, M/n was surprised to see  Elias leaning against his car, with his arms crossed over his chest. The focus of the other detective quickly landed on the two, M/n and Adrian quickly said their goodbyes, while Adrian couldn’t help but steal a kiss.

The lawyer glanced with a raised eyebrow at Elias, scanning the other’s entire form before letting out an inaudible scoff before he walked over to his own car and got in. M/n stalked over to his car, key in his hand before he rounded the car and got into the driver’s seat, making the gaze that burned into him disappear only for a few seconds, before Elias got in his car. “Really? Him out of all people you could date? I didn’t even know you were dating–” Elias fired his questions out, making M/n regret not stepping back into the apartment block.

“I’m not dating him– doesn’t mean the sex isn’t good,” M/n only said, as he started his car. Elias looked at him with a raised eyebrow, before his honey brown eyes glanced at M/n’s crotch, before analyzing the male’s side profile again, “Didn’t think you’re one to have a sex buddy– and be the one to be topping… you must be really good in bed then,” Elias continued to speak, as he remembered how Adrian barely tried to hide his limp– as if he liked to show off that M/n was the one who ruined him, making him limp after rounds of pleasure. M/n only let out a scoff, “Stop staring at my crotch– before I think you want to be the next to suck on it,” M/n let out a dry chuckle, “Who said I didn’t?” “Elias…” the taller man sighed out, “What as if you and him are exclusive– I mean what label do you two even have–” “Let’s– focus on the case alright?” M/n didn’t continue feeding into his partner’s questions, he simply kept driving to their next destination.

[donat-senpai]

Can you please write a platonic Yandere Adrien with (best) friend reader. Reader also has a miraculous, Adrien finds out. Kinda like a scenario

Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Adrien x Reader

tw: platonic obsession, stealing other people's things

Adrian sighs heavily. Lately, too many problems have been piling up on him. He didn't get a moment's peace at school. His father was constantly demanding something. And Hawk Moth seemed to never sleep. He added work for the heroes at the most inconvenient times. During a recent attack on the city, another person joined the famous hero duo. A little later, Adrian (or Chat Noir, to be precise) learned that Ladybug had nothing to do with it. This made him worry. Who is this person? Can they be trusted? And where did another Miraculous come from that doesn't belong to the guardian of the box? Too many questions filled the blond's head.

———

You greet Adrien with a joyful hug. The boy finally relaxes and forgets all his worries. In your presence, he feels calm. You excitedly start telling him about a new game and make him promise to play it with you this weekend. Adrien looks around the classroom. Every classmate is busy with their own thing. Once (when he had just started going to school) they used to tease you with jokes about being long-lost sibling. You two had just become friends too quickly and easily. Adrien sometimes joked himself that you were actually an Agreste. A bright glint distracts Adrien from his memories, and he notices a new pendant on your chest.

"What’s that?" Adrien asks.

You don't immediately understand what he's talking about. But when you catch his gaze, you start to stammer.

"Oh… Umm… just a piece of jewelry," you answer awkwardly.

"I’ve never seen you wear it before."

"I found it recently in a shop. Just some junk. Doesn't matter," you laugh nervously and change the subject.

Adrien raises an eyebrow in surprise. You've never behaved like this before. So… strange. It's like you're hiding something.

———

The villain throws Chat Noir into some trash cans and moves further into the city center, leading Ladybug away. Cat Noir groans in pain and tries to stand up, not very gracefully. A new hero lands softly next to him and extends a hand.

"I thought cats always land on their feet."

"Ha. Very funny," Chat Noir grumbles, but accepts the help. Chat Noir's gaze stops at the new hero's Miraculous. It's a pendant. The jewelry reminds him of something, but he can't remember what exactly.

"Let's deal with this quickly. I still need to make it to the book fair," the hero heads towards the noise, not waiting for his partner.

Chat Noir freezes. There’s only one fair in the city today. And Adrien was already planning to go there with you. A strange feeling washes over him. Now that he knows the new hero will be there too, he’s not so sure if he should go. Although there will be hundreds of people. The chance of revealing someone's identity is practically zero. Even if he accidentally starts scanning the crowd.

———

Ladybug was delayed. The heroes found themselves in a disadvantageous position. They barely escaped. Chat Noir was in a panic. He admitted that he hadn’t come up with the best plan. But the idea was reliable if they wanted to throw the villain’s minions off their trail. The minions ability will not allow them to find specific heroes if the heroes exchange Miraculouses and become new heroes. They needed to buy time until Ladybug showed up. That was what Adrien thought as he handed his ring to his partner behind the door.

He shuddered at the thought that if they wanted to betray him and reveal their connection to Hawk Moth, now would be the perfect moment. But they obediently handed him their pendant. Adrien almost thanked them but restrained himself. It was best not to talk too much without the magic of the Miraculouses. After all, Adrien was a famous model and it wasn’t hard to recognize his voice.

He finally looked at the other’s Miraculous and felt a shock. In his fingers lay a very familiar object. He couldn’t help but recognize your pendant. He had looked at it too often since he first noticed it. You were the new hero. Adrien panicked, wondering if you would recognize his ring. You rarely paid close attention to his hands. The hero (it can’t be… it’s you!) knocked on the door and asked him to hurry. Adrien decided to put his inner turmoil aside. The city needed saving right now.

———

The next day, Adrien watches you more closely than ever. You act as usual, which leads him to think that you haven't figured out Chat Noir's identity. A whirlwind of emotions overwhelms him. He's angry that you haven't told him anything. He understands you because he kept his secret the same way. And he's scared. What if one day you can't handle a villain? What if Hawk Moth finds out too? What if all of Paris learns your identity? Adrien starts to have a small panic attack. Nino jumps up and tries to help. Adrien is gasping for breath and can't explain anything.

-------

Adrien sneaks into the empty locker room while you and the class are swimming in the pool. It's one of the rare moments when you take off your pendant. It turns out that not all Miraculouses are as convenient as his ring or Ladybug's earrings. He never thought about how lucky he was before. He quickly finds your locker and breaks into it. The lock is so flimsy that Adrien feels a bit ashamed of how easily he was able to open it. He grabs the pendant and goes to hide it in his bag.

Adrien mentally prepares himself to comfort you. If he lost his Miraculous, he would be horrified. He thinks about what words he could say to console you. Adrien wonders if you would tell him your secret if you had nothing left to lose. He wants this. This will prove your trust in him.

Adrien thinks about what to do with your Miraculous now. He would like to use it sometimes along with his ring. But that would completely ruin your opinion of Chat Noir. Maybe he should bury the Miraculous in the forest or throw it into the sea so that no one could find it.

Now, you don't have to worry about the villains. And Adrien doesn't have to worry about your safety. Protecting Paris is no longer your job. Ladybug and Chat Noir will handle it together.

[pinkmirth]

⸻ 𝒜𝑀𝒫𝐿𝐸!

𝑀𝒴 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸 𝐿𝐸𝒯𝒯𝐸ℛ! ⨾ this is a response to the ask: ‘how’d you think alucard would be when he’s overstimulated!’ ~ i am so glad you asked, nonnie >.< i’ve been meaning to write a bit of smut for adrian, and this ask was the perfect opportunity to do so! please enjoy, and thank you for reading! ❤︎

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ 800+ words of . . . adrian ‘alucard’ țepeș x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, porn with a no plot whatsoever, canon-divergent, set in the set in the 15th century (1400s), established relationship, size difference, nipple play, unprotected sex, cowgirl (i wanna ride i wanna ride!) dacryphilia, use of pet names (e.g, love, dear), explicit language, lowercase intended, not proofread oopsie, minors shoo!

you’ve always known your husband to be picturesque. what you never imagined, though, is that pushing him to the very edge could get him any prettier.

oh, but it does. you’ll surely make note that a good swivel of your hips grinding down on his cock is just what undoes him and turns him into this; a tousled display of blush-dusted cheeks, mouth agape and puffy from your kisses, shiny fangs bearing whenever he parts his lips to moan, and long lashes glistening with unshed tears . . . its a scene of its very own, straight out of the pages of wallachia’s filthiest erotica novel.

adrian usually withholds from making noise whenever you have sex, but when the sensations become overbearing, he starts to grow loud. he's pleading your name in broken whimpers, unsure of whether he should tell you to stop or beg for even more. he can hardly handle it, and his eyes scrolling to the back of his head confirms such. but god, he can't help but wane for you. and so he basks in the very feeling of you, and wouldn't want it any other way.

though he's terribly close to losing his senses, adrian's careful enough to not allow his claws extend when gripping fervently at the warm flesh of your full hips. you're riding him to no end, bouncing upon the length of him, and he bets that you feel the underside of his swollen cock throbbing as wildly as a heartbeat. he finds that he loves it— how you use him to chase your own pleasure.

you're sensitive too, he notices. the sound of your breathing's picked up, and all your noises are pitchier. you claw at the broad expanse of adrian's shoulders and leave a slew of subtle reddened lines, his skin cool to the touch. you're then lifting yourself up with a trembling sigh before slamming back down on his twitching dick, asscheeks rippling from the collision of your skin against his. he bites his lip over the way your boobs jiggle and sway upon impact. there’s far too much to absorb, yet he can't get enough.

his restlessness manifests into desperate rutting, thighs flexing and trembling when he does so. adrian makes a sloppy attempt to fuck up into you, and an especially deep thrust has you clenching and fluttering around him. when adrian cries out, you mewl along with him.

spent, you lower yourself to lie upon his frame, breasts pressing up against his firm chest as you rest your face within the crook of his neck. his body is toned, imposing, and ghostly-fair, a beautiful contrast to your warm complexion and soft curves. he's got his hands melded into the slope of your dipping waist, and the flesh is hot and reddened there, as you are everywhere else.

your lips, plush and pink, wrap around his nipple, and he whines ever so sweetly. you're a bit lazier with it now; languidly rolling your hips against his own, striving to take him deeper into your sopping pussy. your arousal wettens his slim torso. with the remaining of energy he has left, adrian brings his large hands to grab at your ass, and gingerly bounces you down on his cock.

with strength, he lifts you by the flat surface of his palms and brings you crashing back down onto him, lewd claps with a wet tinge resounding throughout his grand bed-chamber, room now humid with lust. you lift your face to find his lips, and give him the messiest kiss of the night. he's panting into your pliant mouth, and you lick along his own as he aimlessly tries to suck on your tongue.

at long last, crystal-like tears begin to slip their way down the apples of his milk-pale cheeks, and his groans are ceaseless. perhaps you've finally broken him. you peer up towards your angel of a man, eyes bright and alluring as you coo:

"adrian . . . is it too much, dear?"

to that, he whines. “n-no, it’s— i can handle it,” his head shakes fervently, golden-threaded tresses swaying with it. his impeccable hair is in disarray from all the fucking, and a lengthy strand falls into his face.

gently, you tuck it behind adrian's blush-tipped ear, admiring his countenance; a straight, defined nose with blush dusted across the bridge of it, faint blonde brows drawn together, and sheen lips tinted the tiniest bit of red from your biting and sucking.

“you’re certain?” you ask of him, but he only reaffirms with another breathless kiss, his eyes screwed shut as he melts into the warmth of your mouth, hooked on the sweetness of your lips. once you part, his sun-yellow eyes stare back at you, gaze lust-blown and full of affection. he’s nothing short of flawless.

"fuck— don't you stop," is his plea, voice taking on a low rasp, "just continue, love . . . keep on using me."

© 𝒫𝐼𝑁𝐾𝑀𝐼𝑅𝑇𝐻! ⸻ all rights reserved! do not steal, plagiarize or repost any of my works. please and thank you! 𝜗𝜚

[notquitecanon]

Not Quite Canon's Masterlist:

Just another multifandom imagines blog. All works are dated- so you can date my progress and track as my ADHD brain jumps from one hyper-fixation to the next

** Indicated NSFW. 18+ MDNI

Do Not Repost! Please and Thanks <3

Requests/asks are always open, the rat in my brain likes receiving little messages and notes of inspiration :)))

Works & Playlists below the cut!

Criminal Minds x Marvel crossover 2019, unfinished (masterlist)

Marvel: 

Spangled Stars || Steve Rogers x Reader (2019)  Whiplash || Peter Maximoff x Reader (2019)  Like a Good Neighbor || Bucky Barnes x Reader (2019)  Chance Encounter || Spiderman x Reader (2020)  Look at You || Moon Knight system x reader (2023) **  Call Me… || Matt Murdock x Reader (2024) 

See Also: Miguel O' Hara Playlist on Spotify 🎧 Criminal Minds / Marvel Crossover listed above ^^

Criminal Minds:

Christmas Vacation || Spencer Reid x Reader (2019)  Fun Facts || Spencer Reid x Reader (2020) Thief! || Spencer Reid x Reader (2020)  Missing || Spencer Reid x Reader (2020) 

See Also: Criminal Minds / Marvel Crossover listed above ^^

John Wick:

First Impressions || John Wick x Reader (2020)  With & Without || John Wick x Reader (2021) 

DC Comics:  

Zero Stars || Adrian Chase x Reader (2022)  Beverage Napkin || Adrian Chase x Reader (2022)  Stop Worrying || Adrian Chase x Reader (2022)  Ghosting || John Constantine x Reader (2023)

See Also: Adrian Chase Spotify Playlist 🎧

Ghostbusters: 

Here, Let Me || Dr. Egon Spenger x Reader (2021)  Mandatory Attendance || Dr. Egon Spengler x Reader (2021)  Happy Golden Days || Dr. Ray Stantz x Reader  Snow || Dr. Egon Spengler x Reader (2022)  For Emergencies Only || Dr. Egon Spengler (2022)   >Part 2   (Metaphorical Rescue Eggroll) >Part 3  (The Love Hypothetical) Dust and Motor Oil || Dr. Ray Stantz x Reader (2022)  Stardust & Fungi || Dr. Egon Spengler x Reader (2022)  Tell ‘em bout the Twinkie || Dr. Egon Spengler x extroverted!Reader (2023)  Hypno!kink headcanon (2022) (plotbunny free to good home) ** See Also: Ray Stantz Spotify Playlist 🎧 I Wanna Be Ghostbuster Playlist 🎧

That 70s Show:

First Dates || Steven Hyde x Reader (2020)  Snowed In || Steven Hyde x Reader (2020)  Comfort || Steven Hyde x Reader (2020)  Slippery & Cold || Steven Hyde x Reader (2020) ** 4 Things Steven Hyde Agreed To & 1 He Didn’t || Steven Hyde x Reader (2020)

Star Wars: 

From the Start || Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Reader (2019)  Strings || Obi-Wan Kenobi x Politician!Reader (2020)  Disappointment || Kylo Ren x Reader (2020) ** Sacrifice and Devotion || Din Djarin x Reader ( 2023)  See Also: Din Djarin Playlist on Spotify 🎧

Twilight: 

Cowardice || Jasper Hale x Reader (2020)  Bad Moods || Jasper Hale x Reader (2020)  Attitude Adjustment || Jasper Hale x Reader (2020)  The Moment Before Eternity || Carlisle Cullen x Reader (2020)  Firsts || Carlisle Cullen x Reader (2020)  Spiked Punch || Jasper Hale x Reader (2021)  GTA || Jasper Hale x Reader (2021)

Baldur’s Gate 3: 

Insufferably Admirable || Astarion x Reader (2023)   > Part 2 (Foolishly Admirable - 2024)   See Also: Astarion || The Pale Elf playlist on spotify 🎧

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare: 

Keep Talking || Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (2024) ** Warmth || Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (2024)  Dense || Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (2024)  A thought about Poly!141 x Reader (2024) ** >>Search History || Poly!141 x Reader (2024) ** >> Virtual Breadcrumbs || Poly!141 x Reader (2024) (Part 1.5) ** >> IRL Plug and Play || Poly!141 x reader (2025) (Part 3) ** ~~~~Any additional asks or headcanons are posted under the #searchhistory on my blog!

Familiar and Whiskey || Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader (2024)** Some clever sleep pun title || Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (2025)

See Also: POV: ur in love with Johnny "Soap" McTavish playlist 🎧

POV: ur in love with Simon “Ghost” Riley 🎧

[gothgleek]

Utah Law- Adrian Chase x fem!Reader

It some states such as Utah it is illegal to have premarital sex. You scoff at the idea but your boyfriend is very strict when it comes to following the law so he refuses to budge even when you try tempting him.

Notes: NSFW, MDNI, this was written before I found out that formication laws were outlawed in Utah in 2019.

This was also based on my Adrian Chase NSFW Alphabet post and a few conversations with @hieronymph to whom this was written for🖤

Includes: Semi-public sex, dry humping, switch! Adrian, pussy eating, spanking, loud sex, face sitting. Mentions of absurd state laws, murder, and violence.

Comments, reblogs, and likes are appreciated!

“What crawled up your ass and died?” Adebayo asked with a raised brow when you threw your luggage into the van with just a little too much force and a scowl. Chris laughed.

“She’s mad because she didn’t get any last night.” He said with glee.

“Seriously?” Harcourt said, raising a brow from behind the driver’s seat.

“I thought it was tradition for the two of you to ‘break in’ every motel room you sleep in.” Adebayo questioned while making… some sort of gesture with her hands.

“It is tradition, thank you for remembering that Adebayo.” You turned to face Adrian. “Do you want to tell them why we didn’t honor tradition last night?”

Adrian sighed and pouted. “Pre-martial sex is against the law in Utah.”

“You’re kidding.” Economos deadpanned.

You were well aware of Adrian’s rather… strict way of looking at the law. He will kill anyone he finds breaking the law, hypocrisy aside. This ranges from murderers to vandals. As your little group went across the country to find butterflies, you came to find out his knowledge of the law not only included federal laws but also state laws. Including the obscure ones.

For example, while the two of you chased a possible witness in Portland, Adrian had come to a complete stop before you could enter the cemetery. He left you to chase the witness alone so he could run around the property. You chewed him out afterwards and his only defense was that in Oregon it’s a misdemeanor to bring weapons or go hunting in a cemetery. He gestured to the multiple guns and knives on his body.

“All I’m saying is, it’s better to keep a low radar and avoid breaking the law.” Adrian said with his hands up in defense when the group confronted him later. “And we can’t pick and choose which laws to follow. Otherwise we’d be no better than the bad guys.”

“Low radar?” You scoffed. “You’re dressed in a teal super suit! People are gonna know something is up! And I’m not sure if you remember this, but murder is also illegal!”

“Thank you for remembering it’s teal,” Adrian beamed at you and well, you couldn’t be mad at that face any longer. The point was, you knew Adrian took the law seriously even to the team’s detriment. Even to your detriment. Like now.

“He’s not kidding.” You crossed your arms.

“Babe, I offered loopholes like eating out your-“

“Okay!” Harcourt interrupted and started the van. “I do not want to listen to this. Economos, brief us.”

Everyone’s attention turned to Economos, except for you and Adrian. You pretended tie your shoe laces and bent over, which gave Adrian a peak of your teal lace bra under your baggy, low cut top. His whimper was enough confirmation from you that he did. You tried to hide your smirk as you listened to Economos. You knew it was enough to have Adrian eating out of the palm of your hand in no time.

The following evening, after a day of ‘innocent’ flashing Adrian- as well as ‘accidentally’ sending him a picture of you in the bra- Adrian wrapped his arms behind you and pressed a kiss to your neck.

“Please forgive me,” He begged into your ear. “I know you’re wearing matching teal panties with that bra. You know that’s my weakness.”

You glanced around the van and saw that besides Economos who was driving, everyone else was asleep. You glanced over at the GPS and saw that the team was about two miles from the Wyoming border. You never thought you would be so happy to see a ‘Welcome to Wyoming’ sign.

“I’ll forgive you in two miles,” You said and faced him. “But I can think of something to do while we wait.”

You began kissing Adrian, letting your fingers tangle between his brown locks. He gripped your waist and pulled you onto his lap. This continued until the GPS announced that the team had entered Wyoming. And while you enjoyed his kisses, you did wonder why Adrian made no move to fuck you.

“Come on,” You begged in between kisses. “When are you gonna fuck me?”

“Shhhh…Hold on,” Adrian shushed you before you could get too excited. You couldn’t wait to kiss that smirk off him. “Public sex is still illegal in Wyoming.”

He was fucking with you. Truly he was. “That’s never been an issue with you before!” You protested, recalling the many, many times the two of you fucked in much more public places, including the the woods and a bar alley.

“It wasn’t until you kept flashing me that bra of yours,” He said in a deep voice. “But if you’re so desperate, climb on sweetheart.” He shook his head and patted his denim covered thigh. “Because I’m not fucking you until we get to the motel. All you get right now is my thigh.”

You glared at him as you straddled his muscular thigh but you had to admit, this was turning you on a bit. Your teal panties were absolutely soaking right now. You started to grind on his thigh and your eyes fluttered to finally have some relief. You made a good choice choosing lace panties with a seam line that rubbed just right on your clit as you humped his leg.

“Shhh… slow down baby girl,” Adrian cooed as his hands slowed to your hips. “Slower… I said slower, baby girl. I’ve been looking forward to this all day, I don’t want you to wear yourself out before we get to our room.”

“Good girl,” He smiled as you were at a pace he was finally pleased with. He grabbed onto your waist a little tighter so he could control your movements. “You look so fucking pretty riding my leg like this.”

You pulled Adrian in for another kiss, this one sloppier and more reckless than the last. His mouth tasted like the maraschino cherries he stole from your milkshake. You wanted more of it. His hand grabs your ass to press against you and push himself deeper into your mouth. Adrian let out soft moans as you deepened the kiss. His other hand moves up your torso to grab you by the jaw and breaks the kiss so his mouth can move down your neck.

“Please baby, I want you,” You begged. “

Then Economos slams on the breaks and you fall off Adrian’s lap.

“We are at the motel,” He says, covering his eyes and to be honest, you kinda forgot he was driving. “I will go in and get us rooms. You two get first pick because I cannot clean the van again.”

The two of you run to your room, not even bothering to grab your bags from the van and Adrian presses you against the door, his mouth back on yours.

“I need you,” He says, pulling off your shirt and does not hesitate to kiss the skin around your teal bra.

“I love this bra so much.” He says between kisses. “You look so hot in teal… you look hot in all colors… but teal… teal takes the cake”

“And speaking of cake…I need to see those panties,” He said shamelessly. He moves his way downwards and had he not been holding you upright, you would’ve fell from the force he ripped your pants off. He kissed you through the lace of your panties and growled.

“You’re so fucking wet,” He panted as he hastily pulled it down. “I’m so sorry for leaving you like this for so long. Wait, actually I need more.”

Adrian shot up and pulled you to the bed, you kicked the pants off hastily as you tried not to trip, and he threw you down. He jumped on the bed, landing on his back.

“Ride my face,” He said quickly, pulling you on top of him. You threw your bra to the side, letting your breasts free. “I don’t want anything but you. Sit on my face now.”

You obeyed and Adrian wasted no time lapping up your pussy. His fingers dug into your thighs, pulling you closer so your tongue could go deeper. You could feel the vibrations of his voice against your clit but you couldn’t make out what he said. Not that you cared when his tongue was doing that thing to your clit.

“Fuck! Adrian!” You screamed and you fell forward, your hands landing on his abs so you could grind your hips even harder against his mouth. Adrian began to suck on your clit more aggressively, rolling and curling his tongue all the while. You called out his name again as your hands fisted the sheets. Adrian smacked your ass, causing your body to jolt a bit further into his mouth, which he used as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Too much… fuck please, I’m getting… I’m getting closer! Fuck me! I’m getting closer! Oh fuck… Adrian… please…” Your stomach was tightening with every thrust of his tongue and every slap on your ass.

Adrian slid his tongue out of you and licked your clit, using his saliva to get it nice and wet so his fingers could take over. “Cum for me babygirl, cum on my tongue.” He said and that was enough to push you over the edge. You screamed his name as he sent you to completion.

You fell over to his side as you shook and Adrian sat up with a self-satisfied smile on his wet and puffy lips. “You’re so fucking gorgeous babe.”

Adrian kicked off his pants and pulled you to the edge of the bed by your legs. He started rubbing his cock against you, smearing his precum on your skin, as he waited for you to stop shaking. “Such a good girl baby, you didn’t even need my cock to cum.”

“No please,” You begged, your brain still a little fuzzy for him. “I need that too.”

“You’re pretty when you’re begging for my cock babe.” Adrian chuckled and leaned forward to kiss you, his hand on your jaw as he slowly slid into your sex. You mouth opened in a gasp and he slid his tongue in.

Adrian gives you shallow thrusts as he kissed you but once you signal you’ve adjusted to him, he gives you one last kiss and pulls away to start pounding away at you. Your back arched as you took more of him.

“Does it feel good baby?” Adrian asked and you nodded as he slid his fingers between your lips. “Good girl, get them nice and wet for me.”

He slid them out of your mouth and dragged them down your torso and to your clit. “We can never go to Utah again baby,” The fingers you covered with your saliva began playing with your clit. You arched your back and moaned loudly. “I can’t go another day without seeing you like this.”

You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck. Adrian smiled and picked you up. He loved showing off how strong he was for you. He bounced you on his cock and began kissing your neck. You moaned his name again and a small part of your mind wondered if you were going to get a noise complaint the next morning. The thought was quickly forgotten when Adrian pushed you into a wall as he carried you. You pulled his hair to sloppily kiss him again and your fingers tangled in your hair as he fucked you.

Still sensitive from your last orgasm, it was taking very little time to build up to your second. Especially when this new position gave Adrian a new angle to fuck you in entirely. He could feel you tightening around him so he nodded and moaned between kisses.

You came with a scream, your body tightening as pleasure washed over every nerve. Adrian didn't last long after that either and you felt his cock twitch before filling you with his cum. You moaned as you felt it wash over you and pulled him in for another kiss.

Adrian carried you to the bed and laid you down, curling next to you.

“Are you tired already baby?’ Adrian tilted his head as he crawled over your prone body. “We need to make up for not having sex at the last motel.”

“Well if you insist baby,” You smile at him.

The following morning, Chris slams his bags a little too hard into the van.

“What’s wrong now?” Adebayo asked as she blew her extra sugary coffee.

“Those two-” He said with disgust dripping with every word and pointed at you and Adrian wrapped up around each other, energized and in love. “Were celebrating being in Wyoming all night.”

[lavandulawrites]

Nirvana

Yandere!Loser x reader

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Repost

I finally got around and wrote something for my favourite loser, it has been a long time since last time. I hope you like this pathetic Nirvana-loving man as much as I do<3

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Adrian’s (Yandere Loser) Character Profile

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, original character, public masturabation, obsession, implied stalking, lovesick behaviour, delusional behaviour

Word count: 960

His black jacket was zipped up all the way as a way to keep the biting cold winter air out. His wired air-buds were playing Smells Like Teen Spirit. His pale hands were shoved inside his pocket were his left hand toyed with the receipt he had found at your desk. His late night activity (he had jacked off outside of your apartment complex to the silhouette of you in your bedroom window) had stolen his sleep, but he hadn’t minded the night before. However now as the sleeplessness hit him like a drunk driven truck, he started regretting only getting two hours of sleep. Adrian turned up the volume with the button of the wire. And as usual, the raw sound of Kurt Cobain’s voice calmed his nerves.

The bus stopped in front of the shabby bus-stop. Its breaks letting out a shrilling sound. The black haired man sighed in relief as he entered the empty bus. The metal piercings had made his ears numb, and the warmth of the bus was pleasant. He ventured as far back as he could without sitting at the row of back seats in the back, as those often were filled with annoying middle school teens. Despite Adrian’s social awkwardness, the teens never dared to mess with him given his dark clothing and cold stares, but that didn’t stop him from hating them. He slumped back in his seat as he leaned his head against the icy window. The outside blurred together in a mass of white and grey colours as the bus driver drove way over the given speed limit.

The minutes pasted and after the seventh Nirvana song, the bus came to an halt. Its doors swung open and the gloomy man’s humour soured. Please don’t be any of those annoying teens he thought bitterly. Then the sky cleared and in stepped the source of his joy. You were alone and dressed rather casually, but to Adrian you looked like an otherworldly being. He shrunk in his seat as if getting spotted by you would be utterly embarrassing. To his surprise you took a seat by the window two rows in front of him. He cowered his mouth with his hand has he let out a surprised yelp. He ripped out his air-buds as he was afraid he would miss even the tiniest sound from you.

To his joy, you two were the only passengers on the bus. He could see your reflection in the window if he leaned against it with a slightly strained neck. His heart was beating like crazy and he thought he would die from heart attack right then and there. The longer he watched you scroll on your phone with air-buds plugged in your ears, the more he could feel the strain in his loose black jeans. He wanted to roll his eyes at his pitiful state, but he couldn’t help to get bricked up in your proximity.

You were so incredibly beautiful after all, so his reaction was only natural. After making sure you or anyone else couldn’t see it (thank god the bus didn’t have any surveillance cameras) he pulled out his open jacket so that it worked as a little cover. He quietly unzipped his jeans and pulled his dark blue down. He blew in his hand before he gripped his achingly hard dick. His pale dick was flushed an angrily pink and pre-cum was already leaking from the rip. He had to use his hand that was closed to the window, his left hand, despite being right handed due to the jacket that worked like a cover.

Adrian spat in his hand before he worked it up and down the shaft in a slow motion. He needed to be careful so you didn’t notice anything. His grey-blue eyes found your reflection as he watched you with a lidded gaze. He let out a shaky breath as his thumb stroke over his swollen tip. He worked his hand a little faster and pleasure shrouded through him. He threw his head back and bit his lip harshly, to quite any of his whimpers.

You were putting on chapstick on your beautiful lips in a careful manner, which resulting Adrian to almost drool. God he wished it was your lips that were wrapped around his dick instead of his hand. He tightened his grip and picked up the pace. Pale was coated in pre-cum as he continued to jack off. The vein alongside his cock was strained and he was close. So close that he couldn’t help the low whimpers that escaped his lips. With a hasty motion he pulled out a handkerchief from his jacket with his right hand. His breathing was rapid and the warm feeling deep within his gut spread like lightning through his veins. With his gaze strained to your form, he came so hard he saw white stars. Warm cum pumped out from his dick and onto the handkerchief. He slumped forward with his forehead resting against the seat in front of him.

He breathed heavily for a while, before he shoved his dick back into his underwear. He carefully pulled up the zipper with one hand as he stuffed the used handkerchief into his pant pocket. After whipping his hands on a new tissue, he ran his hand through his black soft hair.

He watched you exit the bus at the bus stop by your work. Blue eyes followed you to the door of the worn little coffee shop. He put in his air-buds again and clicked play on the same song he had saw you listing to. You would be his. It wouldn’t be long now. Nothing could ever keep you from him. You were destined to be.