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isadoresmuse · 2 years ago

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Tangled Desires

Warning: The following contains themes of obsession, possessiveness, and potentially disturbing content. Reader discretion is advised.

Reader is only referred to as “you”/ Gender Neutral.

Yandere Neighbor OC x (Gender Neutral) Reader

The summer breeze gently rustled the leaves as you carried the last of your moving boxes into your new apartment. It was a quaint little complex, tucked away in a peaceful neighborhood. You were excited about the fresh start, ready to settle into a new life.

Little did you know that your life was about to take an unexpected turn.

As you were arranging your belongings, you noticed a well-dressed man standing outside your window, peering in with intense, dark eyes. Startled, you quickly approached the window and pulled back the curtains. The man looked equally startled, his eyes widening at the sudden interaction.

"I-I apologize for startling you," he stammered, composing himself. "I'm Vincent, your neighbor from next door. I couldn't help but notice a beautiful neighbor had moved in."

His smooth voice and handsome features intrigued you, but his intense gaze sent a shiver down your spine. Nevertheless, you introduced yourself, trying to maintain a polite distance. Vincent, a successful lawyer with a reputation for winning impossible cases, was both charming and mysterious.

Days turned into weeks, and you settled into your new routine. However, Vincent's presence became increasingly persistent. He would conveniently "bump" into you in the hallway, always offering his assistance with a charming smile. At first, it was flattering, but soon you couldn't shake the feeling that he was watching your every move.

One evening, as you returned home from work, you found a note slipped under your door. It was a heartfelt message, expressing Vincent's admiration for your beauty, intelligence, and elegance. It struck you as sweet, yet there was an undertone of possessiveness.

Your unease grew as Vincent's actions became bolder. He would send you extravagant gifts, elegant dresses, and flowers that filled your apartment. You tried to politely decline his advances, but he saw it as a challenge, convinced that you were playing hard to get.

One fateful night, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. As you looked out your window, you caught sight of Vincent standing in the shadows, eyes fixated on your apartment. Fear gripped your heart, and you decided it was time to confront him.

You stormed out of your apartment and found him waiting in the hallway, wearing a meticulously tailored suit. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of adoration and possessiveness as he watched you approach.

"Vincent, this has gone too far!" you exclaimed, your voice trembling. "I can't handle this obsession. Please leave me alone."

But instead of anger or disappointment, his expression softened. He reached out to gently caress your cheek; a twisted affection evident in his touch. "I'm sorry, my love~. I didn't mean to scare you. But I can't bear the thought of losing you. You're everything I've ever wanted."

Despite your initial fear, you found yourself drawn to Vincent's intensity. He was a complex man, flawed and possessive, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes that spoke of genuine love. You couldn't deny the strange connection you felt.

As the days passed, you discovered the depth of Vincent's devotion. He would accompany you everywhere, ensuring your safety at all times. He used his legal prowess to shield you from any trouble and eliminate anyone who threatened your happiness.

However, his methods were far from conventional. Vincent's protectiveness soon transformed into a possessive obsession, and he became a deranged lawyer, willing to go to extreme lengths to keep you by his side., using any legal (and illegal) way to keep himself near you.

You found yourself tangled in a web of desires, torn between fear and twisted love. Vincent's actions, though suffocating, were rooted in a deep longing for your affection. His obsession grew, and he became more possessive, isolating you from friends and family, determined to make you his alone.

But as time went on, you couldn't ignore the darkness that consumed him. You yearned for freedom, for a love that didn't come with chains. It was then that you realized you had to break free from Vincent's hold, no matter the cost.

With the help of a trusted friend, you concocted a plan to escape Vincent's clutches. As you made your move, a mixture of fear and determination coursed through your veins. It was a dangerous game, but you were determined to reclaim your life.

The night was dark when you slipped out of your apartment, leaving behind the life you once knew. Vincent's absence was eerie, but you couldn't let your guard down. You vanished into the night, seeking refuge in a distant town, hoping to rebuild your shattered life.

Months passed, and the wounds slowly healed. You had started over, finding solace in the peaceful surroundings of your new home, far away from your once homely apartment. The memories of Vincent's possessiveness lingered, but you refused to let his existence define you.

Then, one fateful evening, as you sat on the porch of your lovely new townhouse, enjoying the tranquility, a familiar voice reached your ears. Startled, you turned to find Vincent standing before you and your new place of residence, his eyes filled with regret and desperation.

"I've changed," he said, his voice filled with remorse. "I've come to understand the darkness that consumed me. I want to make amends, to prove that my love can be selfless."

These last few months without his obsessive watch and protective nature had left you feeling as if you were missing something. A puzzle piece of sorts. Your heart wavered, torn between the past and the present. But as you looked into Vincent's eyes, you saw a genuine desire for retribution. Perhaps, in time, you could find forgiveness and build a new beginning together.

As you pull Vincent in for a hug, he carefully tucks away your new address, which he might have gotten through less than savory means.

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grugruel · 2 years ago

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An Affair to Remember

Pairing: Collegue!Bucky x f!Reader

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Summary: You've worked with Bucky for quite some time now, from his first greeting and charming smile your affection for him bloomed. Although you kept your crush a secret, you couldnt help but very subtly flirt with him. He's much older, and well.. happily married. Which you wouldnt ever want to ruin, but theres no risk of that ever happening since he would never want you anyway.. right?

Warnings: Age-gap (reader over 20), adultry, slight smut (more to come), jealousy. Let me know what I missed!

Word count: ±4k

AN: Hello! Its my first time writing EVER. Its also my first time really postning anything on tumblr, so go easy on me. But if you do have any notes to make my writing better please let me know! :)

My phone rang disturbingly loud, waking me in a startle. I jolted out of bed and franaticly searched for the source of the sound, laying concealed somewhere in my sheets. I became increasingly annoyed the more times the signal repeated itself, but it stopped soon after. Making the phone harder to find and me more agitated.

I eventually found it, noticing several missed calls from Hannah my bestfriend and collegue. Still drousy, I could't bother to call her back so I splayed out on the bed and waited for her to call me again. The rain tapping on my window had me drifting off to sleep, but just then the phone rung.

Disturbed from my sleep yet again, I answered the call asuming it would be her 'God its like 5 in the morning, why the fuck are you calling me?'

'Calm down now girl, by that reaction I presume I woke you up.' The voice on the other end chuckled.

I quirked my brow, last I checked Hannah was not a man, she was usually this sassy however. I looked at the number, not recognizing it and answered with a weary sigh 'Uhm, yes actually. Who is this again?'

'Dont you recognice my voice?' He laughed, 'It's Bucky' and just like that my morning was fixed in the flash of a second. I have been crushing on my married collegue for months at this point and I was fully aware how immoral it was.

Bucky continued 'I talked to Hannah this morning and she said you hadn't been answearing your phone and probably overslept, so I thought I'd give it a try myself.'

Overslept? I looked at the clock on my phone, the tiny letters appearing blurred by my tired eyes, I made them out to be 9:15. My face dropped as, 'Holy shit, I fucking overslept!' I exclamied and he laughed again, 'Yeah, not by a small margin either. We have that meeting today aswell, starting in 15, remember?'

I stumbled around my bedroom, phone in hand searching for aproppriate work clothes. 'I totally forgot' I chuckled, grabbig a tight white tee, a pair of bootcut jeans and struggled to get them on. One of my nails got stuck on a seam in the jeans, making the nail rip. I involuntarily let out a pained whine 'oh, fuck me!' not thinking to much of it and with no time to spare I just got my jeans on and headed for the bathroom to do my makeup.

'Hannah was the one supposed to pick me up' I sighed, 'Buck, you dont suppose you could be a gentleman and pick me up?' I asked sheepishly, 'Im sure I'll find a way to repay you' I said, mostly joking.

There was no answer on the other end, 'Buck, you there?' I asked, but still nothing. I thought I could hear breathing but chucked it up to a bad signal, 'Bucky?'.

Finally there was noise, Bucky cleared his throat and a strained voice came through 'Mmh right, I already told Hannah to go ahead and join the meeting and I'd come pick you up instead, I'll be there in about 15 minutes. If thats alright with you of course.'

'Yes. That'd be great! See you soon' I said and he hung up. I finished my makeup, put some of my best perfume on considering I'd be in close quarters with Bucky. I grabbed my bag, headphones and other necessities, put on my black plateu boots and looked out through my window. The rain was still pouring so I grabbed my black leather jacket and an umbrella aswell.

I checked to clock, 9:25. I had 5 minutes, I gave my appearance a quick once over before heading out. I looked really good, I thought. Maybe even good enough to seduce a married man thats twice my age.

About 15 minutes later Bucky pulled up in a sleek black car, I stood there with my umbrella splayed out over me, shivering.

He stepped out and opened the door for me, giving me an apologetic look. Which gave me a slight giddy feeling, because I imagined it ment that he cared for me. But it could've been because of his very appealing disheveld appearance too.

Either way, late or not. I didn't care much since I was already very late for work and beacause I was genuinley just glad to see him. I folded my umbrella, shook it of and laid it in the car. I turned to Bucky, giving him a quick hug and since I was feeling confident, a small kiss on the cheek aswell.

It made him tense up and I worried that I had crossed a line, but it was to late either way. The rained dribbled down on us, wetting our hair and leaving water stains on our shoulders. I put my hand on his bicep and looked up at him through my lashes, smiling sweetly 'Thank you for picking me up' I said, tilting my head 'but what took you so long though?'

'Nothing you need to worry about' he replied, raising his hand to brush a piece of wet hair from my face, then continued 'And sorry about this darling, it might be I that has to repay you.' he smirked, and gestured to my wet and shivering state.

I got into the car and let my imagination run free for a bit, thinking about what I hoped him "repaying" me could've ment, but I was torn out of my delusion by the sound of the car door closing on the other side. He lit the ignition and turned the heat up, then drove off.

He laid his hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down in an effort to warm me up. His hand stilled and squeezed my knee, 'I missed you this morning you know.' he smiled.

I was to stunned to speak, beacuse we'd never never really touched eachother before. Partly out of respect for eachothers personal space, but mostly beacuse of his wife. Something had changed in us this morning, and im not sure why.

I laid my hand over his and glanced at him quickly with a shy smile. The scent of the car, along with my perfume, his cologne and the smell of our wet clothes made this moment feel like a piece of litterature. I turned my gace towards the wet roads and passing trees, enjoying this moment together.

Your reaction made him smile, all wet and pretty, acting innocent with thos big eyes and plush lips. Oh how he wished he never married.

We had settled into a comfortable silence, but my curiostiy eventually got the better of me. 'So? Im still wondering, how come it took you so long to get me?'.

He cleared his throat, 'I just, you know-' he couldn't figure out a belivable answer so he opted for a diversion instead, 'I guess I just wanted to get here in one piece, to ensure that you got to work at some point today. Why did you oversleep anyway?' He emphazied, chuckling at his bad attempt at redirecting the conversation.

His chuckle made him seem pleased with himself. He had extremly bad humor, just like a dad. I thought and decided to joke with him, saying it out loud.

It made him slightly uncomfortable at first, he let go of my knee and gripped the wheel nervously. I was afraid I had done something wrong, so I leaned closer and lightly rested my hand on his forearm 'Did I upset you Buck? Im so sorry if I did.'

'What?' He looked at her eyes, full of regret. 'Oh no darling, of course not! I was just thinking about a proper answer.' He said asuringly, 'its just that the wife and I haven't had much luck in that department'.

'No luck in the becoming a dad part or the having sex one?' I asked bluntly, my reflexes covered my mouth with my hand.

I have no idea what came over me. I immedietly regretted the question but since it was already done, I decided to play it cool and act innocent. He looked at me dumbfounded, seemingly as surprised by my bluntness as I was.

We locked eyes for a moment and I tilted my head to the side as if it was the most normal question in the world.

He couldnt help but chuckle, he would never have gussed youd ask something like that. But he answered all the same 'The latter, I suppose' he said shaking his head, barely beliving that he even answered the question.

I felt a bit bad for him, I would never derive him of sex. Since I already was in deep water and feeling as though I couldn't make it any worse. I decided to roll with my newfound bluntness.

'So.. youre sure It has nothing to do with your recently prolonged car rides, flushed cheecks, messy hair, wrinkled and half tucked shirt?' I bit my lip, waiting for his reaction.

He didnt know what to answer, he looked at you wondering if he should tell you off like a child for suggesting such things or if he should tell you the truth. That he'd been desperate for a change in his marrige and hadn't stopped thinking about you for the past weeks, that you were the only object of his desire. That when he slept with his wife he imagined you in her place, laying under him, on top of him, stading on your knees infront of him or bent over the nearest surfice. That he stopped sleeping with his wife beacuse she just didnt do it for him anymore.

Or that he didn't want to tell you that when he hung up your call this morning, he had driven to a secluded parking spot and jacked of while thinking of the whine he heard you make over the phone.

He decided to dismiss your question because he still loved his wife after all and didnt want to ruin their marrige. But at the very same time a part of him still hoped you'd thought of him the way he had thought of you.

'Im sure I dont know what you mean' was all he could say, giving you a quick look and a smirk.

I didnt want to push my luck any further, so I decided to accept his answer and let the subject rest. We continued the rest of of the ride in silence, enjoying the sound of the rain smattering on the roof.

10 minutes later we arrived to work and Bucky opened to door for me again. He took my hand and helped me out, locked the car and we hurried our way inside the building to avoid getting even more wet. The lobby was empty since everyone was presumably already in the meeting, which we had hoped to make it in time for at least half of it.

Bucky laid his hand on the small of your back as the two of you walked to the elevator, he felt it was a justified action since you were in a hurry. But as you were waiting for the elevator to arrive, his hand lingered for a moment longer than what propriety called for. He looked at you, searching for your gaze and hoping to find any sign of mutual affection.

I looked up at him and the amount of butterflies I got was indescribable, his eyes met mine. The eyecontact accompanied by his touch, his cologne and his closeness made my knees go weak. I took a step closer to him closer to him and he started massaging circles into my back with his thumb and you hummed appreciatively in response.

That was all the confirmstion he needed.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, we stepped inside. He lets go of my back for a second to push the button to our floor and waits for the doors to close before he places the hand even lower on my back, right at the curve of my ass. I leaned against him, grabbing a fist of his jacket and gaze up at him with big doe eyes and a truly, innocent expression this time.

He meets your eyes, the sight before him makes him absolutley ravenous. He squeezed your ass firmly with one hand and as you whined in response grabbed your throat lightly in the other. You looked mesmerized and the thought of you letting him be in controll this way made him stiffen up. He slid his hand to the back of your neck and traced his thumb along your jaw as he inched closer to your face.

His lips a mere ghost over mine, feeling his breath on my skin is the most erotic thing to ever happen to me. Barely a second away from a kiss, the elevator grinds to a halt three floors to early. Taking me completley by surpries, it caused my feet to become unsteady. Bucky grabbed my hips quickly, helping me find my footing as the elevators made that ding. He lets go of my hips and moves his hands up to my shoulders in the matter of a second, just as the doors open.

'Whoa there! A bit light on your feet huh?' Bucky says while laughing as three suit-clad men step inside. 'Hey Barnes, there you are! Good god, man. You look like you've been sailing!' The tall one says and they all laugh, including Bucky.

I was a bit annoyed by Buckys quick rejection of me but brushed it of as I understood his reasoning, he was married after all, and I didnt really want to be know as the adultress whore either.

The doors close again, 'Well its pouring out there Mr. Tanner, sir. Did we miss the meeting?' He asks the the tall man, who im just realising is our boss. 'No It actually went on longer than excpected, we took a quick brake and are headed back up there right now.'

Mr. Tanner looks back at me, raising his eyebrow 'And whos this drenched little thing?' He says and smiles at me, slightly appaled by his audacity, but he was lean and handsome and I didnt want to lose my job so I smile back. 'Im from your group sir, collegue to Mr. Barnes, sir. He gave me a ride to work.' I say as proffesionally I can muster and extend my hand for him to shake.

He takes it, bows down and kisses the back of it, letting his lips linger and glances up at me 'How good of him' the man says and gives Bucky a side eye, 'It's a pleasure, miss. I hope I'll be seeing more of you from now on.'

'Same goes you for Mr. Tanner, sir.' I say and glance at Bucky, who's face have fallen. Much to my pleasure, Bucky appears to be..? I cant distinguish it between jealousy or protectiveness. The elevator halts again, dinging and the doors slide open.

'I'll see you two in the meeting then' Mr. Tanner says with a nod. He then turns to me before walking out, 'make sure to stop by my office girl, sooner rather than later.' He winks at me. Bucky gives him a curt nod 'We'll be there in a minute sir.' He says, forcing a smile and the men walk out.

I look at Bucky, shrugging my shoulders as if what just happened were no big deal and seeing his furious gaze made giggle. I step out of the elevator with Bucky close on my heel. We were a few feet away from the door to the conference room when he side-steped me, grabbed my wrist and pulled me around the corner.

Bucky hade never felt jelousy so strong before, not even for his own wife. Yet he could kill that man for even slightly touching you. When you were out of sight, he forcefully pressed your back up against a wall and placed his hand next to your head, leaning over you. The look of pure innocent excitement on your face made him want to tear you apart.

I had never been with anyone in this way before, I had slept with boys my own age of course. But it couldnt compare, it felt nothing as exciting as this, I could almost feel the wetness pooling between my legs. Bucky inched closer again, determined not to let anything come in our way again, he closed the distance. Our lips met in a feverish frenzy and I completley melted into him, he wrapped his other arm around my back to help me stand upright and then pressed his body closer to mine. There were no distance left between us and I could feel his bulge pressing up against my thigh, I looped one leg around his hip making his bulge hit that sweet spot and I rocked my hips against him, making my jeans cause the perfect friction. He let out a breathy moan which was music to my ears, I could've come undone from the sound of his moan alone. I leaned my head back against the wall and grabbing a fistful of his hair, lightly pulling on it, making him whine inbetween his furious kisses.

Along your jaw and down your neck he kissed and ripped you shirt by the neckline to get better access to that sweet spot inbetween your throat and collarbone. You yelped in surprise which only spurred him on further, becoming even more agressive with it. He couldn't tell his own moans apart from yours at this point and it drove him mad.

Your bliss was interrupted when you heard a voice.

'Oh my god' The woman said, her jaw dropping to the floor. We stopped in our tracks, Bucky let go of me and turned away from her, breathing furiously. I look at the ground gathering myself before facing her. Ready for whatever consequences our actions would hand us, I smoothed my hair and clothes out, cleared my throat and turned towards the woman. I had not realised how tense my face had become until that moment, for when I saw who it was I immedietly relaxed 'Hannah, thank god its you.'

'Are you insane?!' She exclaimed in a hushed voice, 'What if it had been literally anyone other than me?' her jaw was still practically on the floor. I walked up to her while Bucky was still collecting himself, waiting for certain parts of him to calm down.

Altough still in shock, she seemed to be proud 'I really cant belive this, in the office too? You're bold girl.' She said, changing to a whisper 'Good for you honestly, you got him at last huh?' I looked at her nodded excitedly and bit my lip. My crush on Bucky was of course no news to her.

'We really need to get inside before our dissaperance raise any suspicions, but I want all the details later, ok?' she looked me inte the eyes, and I nodded yes. She gave my appearence a once over, 'Girl your eyes were running? And did he rip your shirt?' She the shirt between her fingers and gasps, jealousy tinting her voice 'My goodness what an animal, good job you.' She said and pointed at Bucky, giving a smirk and he chuckled.

Hannah touched up my makeup then took my hand and we began walking around to corner towards to conference room, I gave Bucky one last look as we walked inside.

Me and Hannah sat at the end of the table and Bucky joined the rest of us a few minutes later, taking a seat next to Mr. Tanner. He was looking as dapper as always, as if nothing ever happened.

Hannah leaned in closer to me and whispered 'You're coming to the party with me tonight right?'

'Party?' I questioned.

'Yeah, the firm's been doing good and their celebrating' she replied, 'Im sure Bucky will be there' she said with smile tugging at the corner of her lips. I looked at her, eyes gleaming with mischief and then glanced at Bucky.

'I wouldnt miss it for the world.'

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rhettabbotts · 1 year ago

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what if i said dilf!rhett gets pissed after you send him pictures of yourself while he's out at the bar, then comes home and makes you ride the arm of the couch while he watches???

"been actin' up lately, haven't you whore? need to remind my little cowgirl who's in charge."

WHAT IF I SAID THIS WAS MY LAST STRAW!!!!

he asked you to watch the girls later than he usually does. he had a few old riding buddies in town and was going out for a few drinks. you happily obliged, not minding the extra time you got to spend with grace and ellie.

after bath and bedtime, you were laying on the sectional sofa that was in the middle of the large living room. you couldn’t stand to look at another post on instagram. you were uninterested in scrolling mindlessly through videos. you were bored. dangerously so.

your thumb hovered over rhett’s contact. going against better judgment, you clicked on it, opening a thread of texts between the two of you.

“how’s it going with the retirement committee?”

“very funny. it’s fine. i’m too old to be taking shots of tequila. how’s the girls?”

“they were angels as always. i kind of miss you right now☹️”

“i’ll be home soon”

“will this make you come home sooner?”

you attached a photo you just took. a risqué picture of your thigh. dress hiked up enough to show a peek of your lacy underwear - a pair that rhett had bought you.

the three bubbles appeared and disappeared several times. it made you nervous. you were afraid you had crossed a line. but then his text came in.

“i’ll be home in thirty minutes. that dress better be off when i come through the door.”

you tore the dress off your body like it was burning you. your body was on fire at the anticipation of hearing rhett’s truck turning up the drive. waiting for the crunch of gravel and the slam of his door. a smug grin settled on your face as you heard the telltale sign of his arrival.

his heavy footsteps fell on the wooden porch, matching the thud of your heartbeat. your breath caught in your throat as he opened the door. he was not happy, if the clenched jaw told you anything.

“hi,” you greeted him softly, hands placed delicately in your lap. you sat on your heels in nothing but your bra and panties.

rhett was silent. he kicked his boots off next to the assorted pairs of shoes that lined the wall. he tossed his jacket on the bench and rolled his sleeves up without a word. he pointedly ignored you, heading towards the kitchen to pour himself a drink.

the ice cubes clinked against the crystal glass as he filled it, pouring the dark colored liquor in before taking a long swig. he let out a hiss through his clenched teeth as the whiskey burned down his chest.

“you think you’re cute, don’t you? sending me a picture like that where anyone could’ve seen,” rhett spoke finally, voice deep and raspy with a hint of malice. he was reprimanding you and you hated to admit it made your thighs press together.

“i just missed you,” you pouted at the man that was approaching you.

“you’re a fucking brat, is what you are. thinking you can always get your way. do i need to remind you who’s in charge?”

rhett towered over you as he took his stand before your kneeling frame. his thumb and index finger gripped your chin tightly, roughly. he took another drink and your mouth dropped open on its own accord.

he smirked before leaning down to let the warm liquid drip onto your waiting tongue, forcing your mouth shut so you could swallow.

“couch arm.”

“what?”

“i want you on the couch arm. that’s all you get tonight. it’s either that or nothin’. take your pick.”

“but-“

“i ain’t arguing.”

you moved hesitantly, straddling the couch arm and positioning yourself comfortably. you felt a sting in your muscles as the arm spread your thighs wider than you’re used to.

“g’on,” rhett commanded, nodding towards you as he sat at the opposite corner, legs stretched wide and the drink still in his hand. “show me how much you really missed me.”

you started with a slow drag of your covered cunt against the material, biting back a moan as the cool leather of the couch created a dizzying contrast to the heat at your core. the leather became more slick with each pass, making it easier to grind into it.

you got lost in the feeling, closing your eyes and arching your back as you imagined it was rhett’s cock you were riding. breathy whimpered escaped your throat and your stomach knotted up at your impending release.

“daddy,” you whispered, neck craning to look at rhett. “can i please cum? i promise i’ll be good,” you pleaded.

rhett let out a mumbled curse before he started palming his hard cock, giving you a singular nod.

that was all you needed to pick up your pace, chasing that high that you desperately craved. it hit you hard and fast, your thighs shook and your mouth was agape with a silent scream. rhett groaned loudly as he watched you come undone.

it took you a few moments to settle. after you caught your breath, you just threw yourself back onto the sofa. your head landed in rhett’s lap as you looked up at him. the glow of the lamp brought out the greys at his temples and you could assume that he only had more because of you. not that you minded.

“this poor couch,” you laughed, fingers tracing invisible shapes along rhett’s thigh.

“it should be burned,” he responded, a dry laugh escaping him as well.

“i really did miss you tonight. we missed our show,” you said.

“m’sorry, baby. i missed you too. but andy almost saw my phone and i don’t want someone lookin’ at my lady like that.”

“i’ll be more cautious with the nudes i send,” you joked. which earned you a little love tap to your thigh.

“you’ll be the death of me, girl.”

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott smut #rhett x babysitter #dilf rhett 4 ever <3 #damn this got away from me #i was possessed sorry

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nightcxty · 4 months ago

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bookswapper best friends turned lovers trope era

#i bagged a dilf looking bf HELPPP #idk w/e possessed me to think i could platonically sit in a bookstore with a 'bestie' and yap for 6 hours straight without catching feeling #and then they started exchanging books #sorry im literally so sick and in love it makes me want to claw my eyeballs out #i had to keep my cool for months and pretend not to Have A Crush #turns out this mfer was hiding the same crush but we are both stupid and incredibly ND and didnt want to cross boundaries #(bc we are also colleagues LMAOOO)

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labellefleur-sauvage · 2 years ago

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DILF in Aisle 3

Summary: Yrene is most certainly not angry and jealous and annoyed that women keep flirting with her husband. When she discovers women are interested in her husband for more than just his good looks, she decides to remind Chaol exactly who he belongs to.

For Day 7 of @sjmromanceweek 2023! This has been such a fun week and I was inspired at the last minute to write a smutty one-shot continuation-ish fic from my Day 2 piece!

Rating: Explicit. Smut - see AO3 link for a full list of tags.

Word Count: 2.5K

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Yrene was not jealous.

She did not feel a sudden surge of annoyance at seeing the group of young, giggling women ogling her husband and daughter as he slipped different pairs of little shoes on her feet to distract her from her latest tantrum, nor did she feel anger rise in her like the sea during a storm at seeing one of those women come up to Chaol and coo at Josie, that little hussy laying a seemingly innocent hand on her husband’s arm.

Yrene was well aware that Chaol was good looking. Actually, that was an understatement - her husband was ruggedly handsome, six feet of pure muscle with a face that made other men jealous that they weren’t him and would never be him. Perhaps she was a bit biased - what wife didn’t think their spouse was the best looking person they’d ever seen? But while other people had celebrity crushes or joked about having a “free pass,” Yrene never felt that. For her, it was Chaol and only Chaol.

And as she approached the laughing group of women openly flirting with her handsome but admittedly clueless husband, she decided they had had enough fun.

“Hello dear,” Yrene chirped far too sweetly to Chaol, laying a hand on his lower back and staring daggers at the women around them. Their daughter squealed in delight at seeing her mom, practically throwing herself at Yrene from Chaol’s arms. The women froze.

“Hey hun,” Chaol said, turning to Yrene with his big trademark smile on his face. “These ladies here were just admiring how well Josie was behaving.”

“You have a lovely daughter, ma’am,” one of the girls said meekly, trying - and failing - to do damage control. Ma’am? How old did Yrene look, for this girl who looked like she could be in college to call her ma’am? Yrene couldn’t help the death stare she sent the woman. Her friends seemed to have a bit more sense; they were slowly wandering away, leaving their cohort to suffer Yrene’s wrath alone.

“And an even lovelier husband,” Yrene snapped, pulling him even closer to him, “who loves his wife and daughter very much.” Finally Chaol sensed something was wrong - he looked between Yrene and the remaining woman with a frown. “Come on, dear,” Yrene said, giving the woman one last glare before placing their daughter in the shopping cart. “Let’s go check out.”

Yrene was silent as they went through the self checkout and out to their car, loading up their SUV while Chaol buckled Josie in her car seat. She giggled the entire time he was buckling her in, laughing in delight as he tickled her and kissed her cheeks and handed her favorite stuffed animal to her.

Chaol was an excellent father to their daughter: he took nearly all late night feedings for her, changed just as many dirty diapers as Yrene did, and helped around the house without needing to be asked to do something. He had even experimented in making homemade baby puree, insisting that Josie only have the best and most nutritious food available.

(Did Yrene still make sure to give her her favorite peach flavored rice cereal and fruit puree pouches? Of course - everyone needed their favorite foods, even babies.)

“Is everything OK?” Chaol asked as they buckled themselves into their seats.

“Yes,” Yrene answered a bit too tersely. It wasn’t Chaol’s fault those women were shamelessly flirting with him but she couldn’t help feeling a little bit angry at him for not realizing they were blatantly coming onto him and stopping them.

“Did I do something? Do you want me to drop you and Josie off at home or the coffee shop and I can finish the errands?”

And leave Chaol at the mercy of God knows how many untold women thirsting after him? “No, let's just go so we can get her home for her nap.”

“You sure? You still wanna go to Costco?” he asked slowly, clearly trying to determine how bad of a mood she was truly in.

“Yeah, I wanna go to Costco,” she muttered, turning away to look out the window as Chaol took them out of the parking lot. She heard him give a little sigh of relief at her answer - he knew it wasn’t a complete meltdown if she still wanted to go to Costco.

They fought through the crowds and gathered their usual groceries and stuff they didn’t need but got anyway. Yrene had just talked Chaol out of buying their daughter another Squishmallow - “It’s bigger than she is! And she already has two!” “Yeah, but think about how cute it would be in her nursery!” - when she heard a voice mutter, “Fuck, that guy with the baby is hot.”

Yrene snapped her head around. Two women were staring at Chaol across the aisle as he held a giant stuffed animal up to Josie for her inspection.

“Look at him,” one of the women said, staring at Chaol with desire in her eyes. “Certified DILF.”

The other woman hummed in agreement. “Dad I’d like to fuck, indeed. Think he wants another kid?”

As the women drifted away, with more lewd comments - “Look at how big his muscles are, he could toss me around and I’d gladly fall on his dick,” “I’d let him absolutely destroy me, make a MILF out of me,” - Yrene stood rooted in place. She was furious that those women were so openly objectifying her husband, but also shocked with the realization that other women found Chaol attractive not only because of his good looks, but because of the fact that he had a child. What was worse, she realized with a small amount of embarrassment and excitement, was that they were completely right: her husband was a DILF, and she had never really thought of him like that.

Possessiveness, sudden and fierce and unexpected, spread through her entire body. The group of women flirting with him earlier sprang to her mind as she realized they weren’t flirting with Chaol the handsome man, but Chaol, the handsome father. Chaol was hers; how dare anyone, especially another woman, flirt with or lust after her husband while he cared for their daughter? How dare someone openly say they want to fuck him?

Yrene suddenly felt hot and itchy, her mouth dry and her eyelids heavy as she gazed at her husband in an entirely new light. She already thought Chaol was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, but looking at him holding their little girl, showing her all the brightly colored toys with blatant joy and love for her in his face, made Yrene appreciate her husband in an entirely new way.

Yes, she decided, perhaps it was as good a time as ever to re-stake her claim on her man and show him all the ways she truly valued him as a husband and father.

Yrene cleaned up dinner that night while Chaol gave Josie a bath and put her to sleep. She crept upstairs, peeking into their daughter’s nursery. Chaol was quietly reading Goodnight Moon to her, her little eyes heavy with sleep. Love and a familiar tingle spread through her lower stomach as she made her way to their bedroom to get ready.

She had just finished her hair when she heard the floorboards outside their room shift as he approached. She threw herself on the bed just in time for Chaol to walk in and stop in his tracks as he took in his wife’s appearance.

She hadn’t worn her nice lingerie since before she got pregnant and she regretted it, if only to see the wanton desire spread over her husband’s face. “Hello husband,” she said huskily, sauntering up to Chaol and grabbing the front of his shirt to bring his lips to hers. His lips were warm and soft and comforting and for a second she lost herself in the kiss, forgetting about her plan, before she tore herself away from him and pushed him on the bed.

“Hello wife,” he said, arousal and surprise coloring his voice as he helped Yrene tug his jeans off, lifting his hips off the bed so she could pull them down his thick thighs. He grinned. “You’re very eager tonight.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “Am I usually not throwing myself at you whenever we’re together?”

He chuckled before it faded into a groan as she drew his boxers down to reveal his half hard cock, wrapping her small hand around his length and pumping. “No, tonight seems… different. Not that I’m complaining but what’s up?”

“Well, you had an eventful day today,” she replied, squeezing the base of his cock and enjoying his resounding hiss. “You received a lot of attention.”

Chaol frowned, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at her between his legs. “What are you talking about?”

“Lots of women noticed you and how good you are with Josie. How hot you look caring for her.” Yrene licked a broad stripe up his cock from root to tip and Chaol dug his hands into the duvet cover.

“Is this,” he grunted out, “about what happened earlier at the store? I didn’t realize - “

“You didn’t realize those women were flirting with you because they saw a sexy man with his child and couldn’t help coming up to you and throwing themselves at you for a bit of attention? You didn’t even hear what some other women at Costco said later. Know what they called you?” She didn’t wait for him to answer, kissing the underside of his cock and swiping her tongue over the tip. “They called you a DILF. And they’re right. But you know what?”

Chaol didn’t answer; he only groaned and lifted his hips up, the tip of his cock bumping into Yrene’s plush lower lip.

“It’s because of me those women were crawling over you and I’m the only one who gets to fuck you,” she snarled as she took his cock in her mouth.

Chaol moaned through gritted teeth as Yrene bobbed her head on his cock, gradually working down until she could fit all but the last inch into her mouth. He was cursing and praising her quietly, and she felt a rush of victory flow through her - none of those other women would ever get to see Chaol like this. Only her.

She wrapped her hand around the bit of his cock she couldn’t reach and dragged her tongue over his length. His hand gripped the back of her head, gently guiding her head up and down his cock as she stared defiantly at him, triumph in her eyes. He scrunched his eyes and threw his head back and Yrene forced her mouth off him and scrambled on top of him. She took his hard, wet length in her hand and waited for him to meet her eyes.

“You’re mine,” she growled, slamming her hips down and taking him all in one go. His hands immediately moved to rest under her thighs, helping her bounce on his cock. She moaned low in her throat; fuck, he felt so good, so thick, stretching her and reaching so deep inside her. She dug her nails into his shoulders, needing to mark him in some feral way as hers.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Chaol groaned, his hands digging so hard into her thighs moving over him that she supposed he also felt the need to leave a memento of this night on her. A wild thought entered her mind, of him leaving another, more permanent reminder of this coupling inside her, and she found herself getting even wetter at the idea, her lower stomach tightening in anticipation. He moaned as he felt her inner walls tighten around him.

He was so beautiful in that moment, Yrene thought, slowing down as her legs tired out. He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut and made the most delightful noises; Yrene felt a brief flash of pity for all the women who would never see Chaol as she got to see him.

“Only I get to see you like this,” she breathed, grinding her hips above him. “Only ever me.” He opened his eyes and grinned before he pulled her off him and flipped them so she was on her back and Chaol was above her. He gripped the back of her thighs and pushed them up so her thighs were touching her chest, her center dripping and open.

“And only I get to see you like this,” he growled, slamming into her. “All mine, so perfect.”

Yrene whined in her throat as his cock hit all new places inside her. Now it was her turn to lie back and let her husband have his say.

“Did seeing all those women flirt with me and want me make you jealous?” he asked, staring intently at her face. She didn’t answer right away, thinking it was obvious, when his thumb grazed her clit. “Well?”

“Yes,” she gasped, circling her hips to try to get him to keep touching her.

“Yes, what?” he asked, hauling one of her legs over his shoulder. The new angle had his cock hitting something sensitive inside her and stars erupted behind her eyelids.

“Yes, I was jealous and angry and -"

“Needed to show me who I belonged to, hm?” He was still roughly thrusting inside her, sweat beading his temple. He grabbed her chin and forced him to look at him. “You have me. Always.”

Yrene felt tears spring to her eyes as his thumb rubbed her clit and his lips crashed against hers and she was coming, a spark igniting in her core and traveling through her body like the wick on a stick of dynamite before it detonated, leaving her shaking and gasping.

“Only you,” he grunted, shuddering as his release hit. “Only ever you.”

He rolled over and brought her on top of him. They were both sweaty and sticky and tired but neither moved, too content to be near each other.

“I’ll have to make sure to take Josie out more often, if it means I get this type of response from you,” Chaol joked, laughing even harder as Yrene smacked him with a pillow.

“You wouldn’t!”

“If it means you’d fuck me like that, yeah, I most definitely would. What did you say some women at Costco called me? A DILF?”

“God, this is going to go right to your head,” she moaned, slapping a hand over her face.

“Too late,” he quipped. “But maybe we can think about you making me a dad again.” He nipped her bottom lip and rolled them over so he was on top of her. She gasped and couldn’t stop the blush staining her cheeks at his words.

“Oh yeah,” he whispered, grinding his half hard cock against her thigh and seeing the dazed look in her eyes. “I think that’s something you’d be interested in, wouldn’t it?”

Yrene groaned. “Chaol Westfall, you’re insufferable.”

“Yeah, I am, and I’m all yours,” he said, looking at her so fondly and with so much pride she thought her heart might beat itself out of her chest, and she thought that maybe having a hot DILF for a husband wasn’t so bad after all.

#chaol westfall #yrene towers #yrene westfall #chaol x yrene #chaorene #throne of glass #tog #my fic #my fics #finally writing a dilf fic #hopefully the first of many #and possessive and feral yrene #you love to see it #sjmromanceweek2023 #this fic is my love letter to costco #nothing screams romance like costco and dilf realizations #also moodboards are not in my skillset #but god am i trying

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In his world, sugar babies don’t get to keep secrets.

❤︎ Synopsis. A sugar daddy arrangement spirals into a twisted nightmare as a calculating, sadistic man grows dangerously possessive. Luxury becomes a gilded cage, and love is warped by jealousy, manipulation, and obsession.

♡ Book. A Heart Devoured: A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Sugar Daddy x Reader

♡ Novella #1. Bye, Bye, Bye - Part 1

♡ Word Count. 1,175

He thought he’d seen your kind before.

Perfectly poised, immaculately dressed, your smile as razor-sharp as the silk clinging to your frame. You were a prize, the sort of woman men would ruin themselves for without hesitation. Flawless. Immaculate. Just the right balance of allure and professionalism to make anyone believe you were untouchable.

But not him.

He’d learned to dissect people long before you entered his orbit, stripping away masks to reveal the mess beneath. And you? You didn’t flinch at the blinding edges of his wealth. When his black card secured your penthouse, you’d murmured a polite “thank you” and moved on as if indulgence and excess were owed to you. No awe. No greed. Just the perfect script of someone who understood this was a transaction and nothing more.

It should’ve bored him. Most women scrambled to please him, their hunger thinly veiled behind syrupy laughter and desperate touches. But you… You weren’t hungry. You were calculating. Silent and slippery, the kind of woman who stayed just out of reach. And that was why, from the moment he met you, he knew he would devour you.

At first, he watched from the sidelines, fascinated by the small glimpses you allowed him. A tilt of your chin, a carefully guarded smile, a glance over your shoulder that never lingered. You were an enigma wrapped in an elegant cage of self-control. But he didn’t miss the cracks.

The tension in your jaw when you thought he wasn’t looking. The way your fingers gripped your phone too tightly when you believed his gaze was elsewhere. Little tells that whispered of secrets you worked so hard to bury.

He let it slide—at first. Let you play your little game of distance and indifference, because he knew, eventually, he’d win. He always did.

But the moment he saw you with another man, everything changed.

It wasn’t difficult to follow you. His world was built on power, on knowing more than anyone ever wanted him to. When you told him you had plans with friends, he knew better. The restaurant was a quiet, forgettable corner of the city, dimly lit and far too intimate for what you claimed. He watched from the shadows as you leaned in close to your companion—a nervous, older man with trembling hands. The conversation was muffled by distance, but he didn’t need words to understand the exchange. The desperation in the man’s face, the predatory calm in yours—it was all he needed to see.

You were conning him.

That night, when you returned, his silence was suffocating. He was waiting in the living room, seated like a king presiding over his domain.

“How was your meeting?” he asked casually, though his voice carried a weight that made the air too thick to breathe.

You hesitated, just for a fraction of a second, before answering. “Fine. Uneventful.” Your tone was steady, but the set of your shoulders betrayed you.

He didn’t respond, didn’t move, only watched as you retreated to your room. For now, he let you believe the conversation was over.

But in his mind, the game had just begun.

In the days that followed, his grip tightened. The gifts became more lavish—jewelry heavy enough to remind you who it came from, clothes that clung to you like a brand. He found excuses to monopolize your time, to ensure you were always within his reach. Subtle at first, then not. Every smile, every touch was calculated to remind you that you were his.

And yet, you kept lying. He saw it in the furtive glances, the way your fingers trembled when you thought he might notice. He followed you again and again, piecing together the threads of your double life.

You weren’t a sugar baby. Not really. You were a thief, a con artist, a woman playing a game so intricate it bordered on art. And yet, you had made one fatal mistake.

You’d underestimated him.

The confrontation came on a night drenched in rain and suffocating tension. You were meeting another mark—a younger man this time, naïve and eager to please. He watched from across the room as you worked your magic, the soft lilt of your voice weaving a web the poor fool didn’t stand a chance of escaping.

But tonight, he was done hiding.

He stepped into the room with the force of a storm. Your mark froze mid-sentence, his eyes widening in confusion and fear as he took in the man who loomed over the table.

“Who… Who are you?” the boy stammered.

But he didn’t bother answering. His eyes were on you, locked with yours in a battle of wills that neither of you could win. For the first time, he saw the mask slip, just a little. The perfect composure you’d worked so hard to maintain cracked, revealing something raw and fragile underneath.

Not fear. No, not yet.

But close.

“I think it’s time you left,” he said, his voice calm but edged with something sharp enough to draw blood. The boy didn’t need telling twice. He scrambled to his feet, nearly knocking over the table in his haste to escape.

And then it was just the two of you.

The silence was deafening. You didn’t move, didn’t speak, your hands gripping the edge of the table like it was the only thing keeping you upright.

“You lied to me,” he said softly, almost conversationally. “Do you know how that makes me feel?”

When you didn’t answer, he closed the distance between you in a single, deliberate step. His hand found your chin, his grip firm as he forced you to look up at him.

“It makes me think,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “that you’ve forgotten who you belong to.”

Your breath hitched, your composure crumbling under the weight of his words. And then he saw it—the flicker of defiance, the hate burning in your gaze despite the fear tightening your throat.

It was beautiful.

“You can fight me if you want,” he said, his smile dark and cruel as his fingers trailed down to your throat, a silent warning. “But you’ll never win. You’re mine, sugar baby. Mind, body, soul. Every last piece of you belongs to me.”

Deathly despise welled in your eyes, but you didn’t let it simmer for long. You met his gaze, trembling but unbroken, and for a moment, he thought you might spit in his face.

Instead, you whispered, your voice shaking with barely restrained rage, “I hate you.”

He smiled, the expression cold and victorious.

“I know.”

And that was exactly how he wanted it.

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