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cthulhus-curse · 1 month ago

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Rules & Regulations

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,125

Warnings: Dom!Mistress!Wanda Maximoff, Sub!Reader, Strap-Ons, Dacryphilia, Obedience Training | 18+ Minors DNI

Summary: When you find yourself alone and stranded at a BDSM Club, you meet a mysterious woman who gives you more than you bargained for — not that you're complaining.

Warm lights hug your half-nude skin as you step through copious amounts of people. Normally you would find discomfort with such clothing, or lack thereof, covering your body. And yet with each individual surrounding you being far too engrossed in their own little worlds, your insecurities don’t rise up. No. Instead you hold your head up high, eyes partly twinkling as you make your way past the crowd of people and towards the bar – a lonely hearts convention.

Darcy had been the one to give you the final push required to attend such an outing. And yet, as you look around, your friend is nowhere to be found. Part of you wishes to call her, to give the woman a piece of her mind for having flaked on you yet again for some time alone with Monica. Although you adored the manner in which Darcy had fallen for another, it was your fault you currently sat there, hand gripping an untouched glass of whiskey on the rocks, while flickering your eyes on the clean rim.

Those around you are quiet as well. While appreciative of the comfort silence brings, you cannot help but be overwhelmed by it this time around. It mocks you as you bring the glass of alcohol to your lips, but you quickly pull it back down with a tender sigh.

With your career as a data analyst for a tech company, there are not many moments where peace comes about with such ease. Instead you often sit around, eyelids growing heavy as those in your neighboring cubicles howl about. Not you though, because while others find joy in procrastination, someone has to do the work.

Perhaps that is why Darcy of all people, who knew well of the stressors you constantly endured, had suggested a rather peculiar party for the two of you to attend. Not that you had shown interest in partaking in any of the intriguing activities that would take place there, but alas, Darcy gifted you an outfit right for the occasion. The dress is tight as it hugs you in all the right places – wrong ones in your mind – leaving little to nothing for another’s imagination. Each second that passed, more prying eyes found themselves stuck to you like glue.

“Can I give you some unsolicited advice?”

The words make you jump, but oddly enough, it is the sultriness of the voice which brings forth a sense of comfort that brings you back down.

Swiftly turning, you come to face a woman who, albeit of average height, seemingly towers over you with the elevated heeled boots she wears, ones which almost make it to her knees. Fishnets cover the bits of nude skin visible while a mixture of faux-leather straps and latex attire do a half-assed job at hiding her more intimate areas. Yet it is the straps around her waist which garner your attention, leaving your mouth embarrassingly agape as you fail to register the woman who sits in the opposing stool.

“Sure,” you mumble out, wishing you had downed out the entirety of that drink, maybe even more, for the sake of finding the confidence you suddenly lack around the woman. “My name is Y/N and-”

“Not important,” she tells you. “I’m Wanda and I can tell it’s your first time here. So you might want to take my advice.”

Mirroring that of a deer-in-headlights, you shrug into yourself. “Is it really that obvious?”

“Very much so,” Wanda hums. You don’t know her, not yet anyway, but the manner in which her hand, with sharp bloodlusted fingernails, sneaks to your thigh in grips it brings a twinge of warmth between your legs. “Now, be a dear and listen up. You shouldn’t come to these things all by yourself. There are a lot of interesting characters here, some who don’t care much for the rules this lifestyle requires. It’s not safe for someone like you. New submissives are like fresh meat. Not long will pass until a vulture comes scavenge this…” There is no shame behind those green eyes as she gawks at you. A vulture herself. “Pretty girl.”

“Projecting a bit are we?” You shoot back.

But the fire in your eyes, one you weren’t sure you could even light in her presence, is something that makes Wanda beam. “You seem like a big girl. I suppose you’ll have to find out all by yourself.”

“And if I don’t want to?” Regardless if you are strangers, you both know that is a complete lie.

“That wasn’t a question, sweetheart,” Wanda says. She moves her leg up slightly, brushing it right against your own uncovered one. The hand on your thigh grows bolder, fiddling playfully with the hem of your dress that nearly fails at doing its one job. “Buy me a drink.”

“What would you like, Wanda?”

“A submissive should always know what her dominant wants. You do have a lot to learn, sweetheart. But I have to say, your boldness is adorable. I doubt it’ll last long,” Wanda chuckles dryly, making you shudder. “And while it’s the two of us, you will refer to me as ‘ma’am’. Do I make myself clear, sweet girl?”

Hunching over, you take in her words. “Well, we’ve only just met and I-”

“Don’t slouch, pet. It’s unbecoming for a pretty little thing such as yourself.” The order is barked in a way that makes time stand still, but so do you. Your back straightens out instantly with eyes wide as saucers ready for the next command. “Now. Are you ready to do as you are told?”

The evening turns into a mirage of sorts as time passes. The sound of skins slapping together alongside that of moans are drowned out in the background. Your sights are solely focused on the woman before you, only a handful of years older from what you can tell, yet who holds the reins you so-easily gave up. Your judgement is questioned once or twice, but in looking at her, you lose yourself all over again. Perhaps something good could come from being abandoned by your friend. All your decisions so far had led to a rather famished lioness to pounce on the easy prey that you were.

You’re not quite sure why it is that she orders you to stand, rather than sit, by her side. But after having drunk your whiskey, maybe one or two extra ones coming after it as per Wanda’s request, there is not enough willpower in you to question it aloud. Instead you obediently stand there, holding Wanda’s gin & tonic on one hand while a rather hefty bag is carried by the other. But regardless of all the wandering looks you receive, never does your position give out. Not even when Wanda is sure you will upkeep your inhibitions. Little does she know, they were thrown right out the window as soon as you saw one another.

Being half-ignored by the woman who is so keen on keeping you around draws hints of frustration from you. All that you wish for is that she turns around and finally makes you hers, that perhaps this night won’t be such a total waste of time and a cure for your stress can be found.

But no.

Of course not.

As though she can read your mind, Wanda stubbornly upkeeps light conversation with the bartender. Surely he can see you fuming from the redhead’s side, yet no one bats an eye. It is a long-lasting torture that leads you to grit your teeth, even slightly so, for the sole sake of not turning to putty by the slickness that has already begun setting between your thighs. But you power through it to the best of your ability. Right. Just power through it…

“Pet?”

The voice makes you straighten out your back again involuntarily.

“Yes, W- ma’am?”

The near slip-up doesn’t make you shudder, but the harsh look you receive from the redhead creates an intrusion in your throat, making it impossible to swallow until you look away. Scarlet lips purse as they eye you, this time fully. Even if the both of you sit at the corner of the dingy bar within the confines of the club, you feel exposed. Those viridescent eyes pierce through your confidence, forcing you into a freezing position as Wanda takes over you. She watches even the slightest movements you make – the twitch in your fingers which turns solid as your fist tightens around her drink, the heaving of your chest that doesn’t soothe itself regardless of how badly you try, and even the bouncing of one of your feet on the floor which creates quite the obnoxious clicking sound.

“I’m bored.” The dreadful words are ones which elicit a pang in your heart, but the follow-up quickly diminishes it. “Would you like to have some fun together? A sweet thing like you needs to be properly taken care of. Isn’t that right?” But you are far too excited to spew out even a singular word. “It’s alright, Y/N. You can speak.”

“Yeah.” Nodding, the ends of your mouth rise. “That’s right.”

Your comment makes the woman hum with approval. “Good girl. Now, come along. I wouldn’t want anyone to see my new toy. If there is something you must know about me, darling girl, it’s that I am very possessive over my property.”

Wanda’s property.

Sure, you could get used to that. Gladly so.

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“Safe-word?”

This time around, the lights are warmer and so are you. There is no longer a sea of voices or lewd noises surrounding you. Instead, there comes a semblance of peace as you lay back, your breath hitching here and there. You melt against the mattress covered by velvety sheets. Not that there is much sleeping that goes on in one of the private rooms at the club. If anything, more often than not there are numerous people packed as sardines there, enjoying close contact with one another.

But not you. Well, not with such a large group anyway. Wanda has hypnotized you with ease, and soon you find yourself with your legs sprawled open, dress thrown aside along with your underwear, awaiting for the woman on the bed. The previously empty harness around her waist now is adorned by a rather thick red dildo, matching the hue of her lips, bigger than any you have taken.

The bed dips as the Wanda takes her place above you. Her breathing is heavy matching that of your own. She hums, a hand moving to explore your nudity in a long, drawn out motion. Because much to your dismay, she is the type of person with enough prowess as a dominant to afford taking her time. All as you are driven to the brink of insanity.

“Stardust.”

“Good girl,” Wanda tells you, and you nearly purr for her. “Do you still want this, darling? You need to know that at any point, you can put an end to this.”

“I know,” you nod. “Thank you.”

A pair of fingers is nimble as they eventually find themselves tapping oh-so softly at your inner thighs. You squirm slightly, but the ever-so-dominant woman holds you down. She flashes a stern look, huffing loud enough that you settle your misbehavior in an instant. The power she already has over you in the hours you have known one another is palpable.

“I’ll take it slow for now, but I expect an obedient submissive such as yourself will take whatever she is given,” Wanda explains as she runs her fingers over your cunt. It’s already slick, she finds when pulling apart your folds, with juices that leave your inner thighs shining. With her free hand, Wanda raises your chin far enough for your gaze to fall flat on her. “You’ll be my good girl, right? And take whatever your mistress gives you?”

“Yes.”

But she isn’t delighted. Not yet. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good girl.” She flattens her hand on your pussy. “So beautiful and obedient for me. Just think of how much I can teach you…” The tips of her fingers drift up to your clit, pinching it with enough might that you scream; you can tell it only further turns Wanda on. “A willing toy ready to be molded into the perfect submissive. You have much to learn, sweetheart. But don’t worry. I'll be patient.” A slap, only for this time playful, lands on your pussy. “For now at least.”

Nimbly, her fingers ease into you. You could lay back there and cry out, but a mouth that consumes your own soon swallows every noise stemming from the depths of your throat. Wanda consumes you – all of you. She ensures your relaxation as your inner walls tighten around her, yet with enough time and patience, find relief in the sudden intrusion.

Soon you are in cloud-nine with Wanda who doesn’t dare attempt to pull you down. Her lips kiss you slowly at first, but turn harsh as she substitutes her digits, who formerly stretched you out so well, for the tip of the strap-on. It rubs against your gaping hole, mocking you with such a girthy appearance. Never had you taken something of the like, and yet there you were, your moans drowned out by Wanda’s mouth while she oh-so gently pushes herself back into you.

There are tears in your eyes, but you soon find they further entice Wanda. She forces your legs further apart as her cock rams into you. No matter how many screams of need are let out, no one can save you. Not that you want it anyway. Especially not when the redhead is so keen on forcing tear after tear from your eyes, scoffing when you so much as try to wipe them away.

“Leave them,” Wanda orders, her tone much darker than ever before. “You look gorgeous like this. All spread apart and willing to be broken by your mistress. What an adorable little thing you are, Y/N.”

“Mistress, I- ah!”

Her hips thrust themselves forth, successfully shoving the entirety of the dildo, previously drenched in extreme amounts of lubricant, in your cunt. You arch your back, but even if you so much attempt to free yourself from her grasp, Wanda is there to hold you down.

“Stay still,” the throaty words almost sound like a plea; how gloriously maddening. “For me, sweet girl. Just let me take care of you.” Kisses are plastered across your jawline, trailing up and down to further intensify the reassurances Wanda gives out. “If you’re a good girl and take what your mistress gives you, then maybe you’ll be deserving of a reward.”

You try to hold Wanda to that, but as she begins setting a steady pace with her movements, your mind goes blank, similar to that of your knuckles as you grip the bedsheets for support. Her cock leaves you sated, moreso if anything. Its size and width are immense enough that you barely muster out coherent thoughts, much less words. All you are left to do is stare up at the other woman with your eyes bloodshot as fresh tears cascade down your cheeks.

“That’s it,” Wanda pants, her lips mere inches from your own. She grips you tightly, her scarlet nails perforating your skin. But it doesn’t faze either of you. You find far too much joy in being feasted on in such a way. To have someone fully give you her attention, using your body as she pleases. And all you ask for in return is that connection which you instantly found in Wanda. “You’re such a good girl. Taking your mistress’ cock so fucking well. You love it, don’t you?”

“Yes, mistress,” you are able to whimper out.

All it does is draw out a chuckle from Wanda. “Naughty girl.”

The two of you move as one, grunting in loud manners as you are forcefully pounded by the thick cock. It hits you in your sweet spot once, twice…and by the time you are ready to let go, you lose count. Your features scrunch up while your legs, albeit shaky, wrap themselves around Wanda’s waist. This only urges her to go faster, to fuck you with the absolute might she has been holding back all this time. And by the gods does it successfully draw out an orgasm for you.

And eventually, numerous ones.

Because when realization dawns upon you that Wanda is not keen on stopping, you try to frown – although far too exhausted to do so. Instead you rhythmically hum with every other thrust that follows. Rather than allow you to ride your climax in peace and quiet, the redhead keeps going. She bites down hard on your shoulder, surely leaving a nasty mark that you will proudly wear for the following days, as her faux dick breaks you in half.

This version of Wanda is unkind. She is rough and greedy as she takes, takes, and takes while you give out orgasm after orgasm. But her hunger is not easily sated as the two of you end up spending what feels like countless hours familiarizing yourselves with the other. She is an animal who carnally engulfs you in a trap. One that you saw coming from miles away, yet happily placed yourself in.

All for Wanda.

By the time she is done with you, your eyelids are far too heavy to dare open them. All you see is a silhouette hovering over you, her sweet lips kissing along the expanse of your neck before suckling lightly. Wanda was right – she is quite possessive over her property.

“You exceeded my expectations for someone so new,” Wanda tells you, and while you can’t find the will to reply, your chest swells up with pride. “Don’t worry, sweets. You can rest for a bit now. I’ll keep you company until you find it in you to speak. But until then, I’ll be there to watch over you.”

But you don’t reply, not that you can. Instead you nod, at least you hope you did, with understanding of her words. The melodic hums that fill the room do wonders to lull you into a deep sleep. With Wanda, you can only pray, watching over you.

You aren’t sure how much time passes, but when you rise from your impromptu slumber, the redhead is nowhere to be found. Looking around the room, you frown at what you catch sight of. The bottle of lubricant you had used, nearly empty by now, sits right next to the cleaned dildo. All with a note to bring it together.

I had fun. Make sure you prepare yourself for our next meeting. I look forward to it. - W.M.

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leviraaaaaa · 1 year ago

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“Levi!”

You barge through the door, all dramatic, gasping and panting, purposely exaggerating to get his attention. But not to your surprise, he didn’t even bother looking up.

“I suppose no one ever taught you, but there’s a concept called knocking.” He said, his eyes fully focused on the papers. His hand moving across it as he wrote. “It’s quite easy really, you raise your hand and—”

“Levi!” You cut him off, slamming the door behind you loudly. “Levi, my beloved, my savior in dark times, I am in need of your help.”

“Slamming the door isn’t very polite either. Your manners get worse everyday.”

You waved him off, shushing him. You made way across the room, where a couch sat not far from the desk he was sitting on, and flopped down face first. “Levi.” Your voice came out muffled.

“Ah yes, making yourself home I see.�� He sighs.

“Levi, I need your help. Real bad.”

“No.”

“What–” You look up, raising your face from the cushions, offended. “You didn’t even–”

“No.” He repeated, eyes not leaving his work for even a second. “Please, get off my couch. Cleaning it is tiresome.”

“Levi.” You whined, impatient at his aloofness. “Levi, he’s going to kill me.”

“I’ll buy you a good coffin.”

“This isn’t funny.” You huffed. “I’m dead. Like literally. Absolutely. This is where it all ends.”

“I’d rather you not die on my couch.”

“Fuck your couch.” You flipped yourself, so you splayed on your back now. You tilted your head, staring at him. “Help me out. Please?”

Levi finally turns to look at you, unable to ignore you any longer. He frowned. “What?” He asked warily. “What did you do this time?”

“Promise me you’ll help me first.” You said.

“No.” He immediately rejects you. “What did you do? Did you get into a fight with an MP again?”

You shook your head.

“Blew up something in Hange’s lab?” He guessed.

“No. But I’d really rather it was Hange mad at me though.”

He looked at you confused, “Who did you piss off then? “

You grimaced. He was quick to conclude.

“Ah.” He realizes. “Erwin.”

A nod from you answers him.

“What did you do?”

“Ask me what I didn’t do.”

“What didn’t you do?”

“Work.” You sat up. “In my defense, it was a shit load of work. And I hate paperwork. And I kept procrastinating. And now it’s due by tomorrow and I didn’t remember until two minutes ago when Erwin shot a glare at me. And now I—”

“I’m not helping you.”

“Why not?” You demanded.

“It’s your fault. Don’t drag me into this shit.” He grumbles, scowling. “And you promised last time, you wouldn’t do this anymore. I’m not doing your work for you. I have enough on my plate.”

“Okay first of all, I’m not lazy. I was busy–”

“Ogling Garrison captains.”

“They’re pretty. And no, not the point, shut up.” You protested. “I was busy. And I didn’t come here so you could do it for me. I came here so you could go and talk to Erwin.”

Levi frowned, “Talk to him about what?”

“Tell him to give me one more day. Swear I’d work my ass off.”

“You said that last time too.” He pointed it out. “How angry is Erwin?”

You made a face. “Bad.”

“How bad?”

“He keeps glaring at me everytime I meet him. It’s the ‘if you don’t get it done this time, you’re gonna get in so much shit’ glare. It’s creeping me out.”

Levi scoffs, shaking his head. “Only you." He said. "Only you can possibly manage piss fucking Erwin off. The guy's a fucking monk, nothing affects him.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “If I had to guess, I’d say this isn’t the first time asking for an extension.”

“Err…” You ducked your face. “It was kinda supposed to be done 2 weeks ago.”

“2 weeks?” Levo looked at you incredulously. “No wonder he’s pissed. And you’re asking for more time?”

“One more day. Just one more day. Please Levi, he’ll listen to you.”

Levi stares at your pleading expression for a few seconds with narrowed eyes, considering. Thinking. Then he seemed to have made up his mind.

“No.”

“Wha—” You jerk upright. You really thought you’d convinced him.

“No. I’m not getting you out of the grave this time. Specially since you dug it yourself.” He returns his attention back to his work. “Good luck to you, but leave now. And learn a damn lesson.”

You stared at him, gaping. “Wow," You blinked you’re an asshole.”

“Congratulations for realizing that.”

You exhaled. Easy words won’t work, you knew. So, here comes plan A. Acting.

You pouted.

“Don’t look at me like that. I said what I said.”

You fluttered your lashes, all wide shiny eyes, about to cry.

“Get out before I start throwing shit at you.”

“Levi.” Plan B. Bribing.

“No.”

“Leeviii.”

“No.”

“Levi, aren’t you the sweetest, most dearest, my absolute favorite and delightful and super awesome with extra sugar on top bestiest best friend? Don’t be like that, c’mon.”

“Still no. And we’re not friends.”

“‘I’ll make you pie?” You offered.

“You can’t cook to save your life. No.”

"I'll give you hugs."

"I will slap you."

“Levi.” Plan C. Threatening.

He glares back at you.

"You do realize you could've used this time getting the report started instead of trying to convince me and actually might've manage to get it done?”

“I’ll read poetry to you.” You threatened.

Levi looks up, finally there’s a hint of alarm on his face. “No, you won’t.”

“I’ll make sure all your food touch.”

“Get out.”

“I’ll disorganize your bookshelf and fill it with those titan x scout love novels.”

He raised his middle finger at you.

“I will start telling you about all my exes.”

He cringed visibly.

Finally, you gave up. Dragging yourself off the couch, you slowly, pathetically, miserably made your way to the door. You knew that the odds were very low that Levi would actually help you this time, because he was right. You needed to learn a lesson. And it was your fault.

“Oi.”

Your hand was on the doorknob. “What?” You turned to look at him grumpily.

Levi was pinching the bridge of his nose, knitting his eyebrows together, irritated and annoyed. Like he was about to do something he regretted.

He let out a long exhale.

“Bring it here. I’ll help you.”

“What?” You asked, disbelief dripping from your tone. Were you dreaming?

“I’ll help you out. Just this time.” He grunts. “Don’t expect it again. And I’ll only guide you, you’re doing the most of it.”

Music to your ears.

“Really?”

“Go before I change my mind.” He huffed.

You broke into a wide grin, beaming up at him. “No wonder I love you.”

“The feeling is not mutual.”

“You’re the best,”

“Shut up.”

“The best. The most darling, the loveliest, the coolest, the–”

“10 seconds. I’m giving you 10 seconds.”

“Oh–” Your eyes widened. You learnt the hard way Levi usually means his time limits. “Okay, okay, wait here, wait. I’ll be right back. Just–”

And you were out the door,

“Fucking idiot.” He groaned to himself, as you yet again, slammed the door.

He wish he knew why he kept doing this to himself.

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bakugoushotwife · 2 years ago

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OMG GIRL

i just got a brilliant idea,

ok so roommate gojo finds reader in only a shirt (his shirt btw ;)) and underwear

and then things just get absolutely dirty

i hope you like this idea just as much as i do!!!

thanks so much 🫶🏻

a/n: god i wanna kiss u on the mouth for these sometimes. this has been in the forefront of my mind for days!!! it went a little off the rails babe ngl

cw: pervy gojo, yandere-esque gojo, he's obssessed and delulu. unprotected sex, facefucking, fingering and oral (fem receiving), mating press, breeding, daddy, pet names, mean-ish roommate gojo, size kink, panty stealing, uh lemme know if i missed anything. will go back and edit!

wc: 4.5k

Lucky Day (Satoru Gojo x fem!reader)

This apartment was so shitty, and your landlord was even worse. Your roommate was at work, so there really was no other option. The pipes on the washer bursted, spraying the outfit you had on and making sure you couldn’t wash anymore. It was a miracle that you managed to turn the water to the washing machine off, you felt like a goddamn plumber from that alone. You even accomplished ordering a new pipe, only problem being it wouldn’t arrive for three more days.

With a heavy sigh, you peel off your soaked crop top and sling it in your hamper, sliding off your shorts and underwear as well, truly unlucky. The only mercy shining upon you at this point was being home alone as you sprint to your room naked. You can only imagine the endless teasing that you would receive if Satoru was here.

You grumble about your misfortune under your breath, pilfering through your drawers to find a new outfit to put on. Of course, you would be so unlucky yet again. You look up to the gods with narrowed eyes, as if this was personal. Really, it’s your own fault, damn the procrastination tendency you struggled with. You just had random pairs of socks and a Christmas themed onesie. You were honestly grateful to locate a red lace thong that was venturing closer to the shoelace side of size. You tug the poor excuse for underwear up your thighs, letting them slap against your hips in frustration. You had to put something on, your roommate was a huge tease, the gorgeous motherfucker. It was highly annoying, though you imagine if you were so unnervingly beautiful you may act the same way. In any event, walking around topless was not an option. You can practically hear the sarcastic whip of his voice dripping off his tongue right now.

“Oh-ho-ho, did I come home or did I walk into a titty bar?”

“And you swear you don’t want me, sweetheart?”

“Aw, how did you know I had a bad day?”

Each line makes you shiver. He was impossible to deal with, but he kept the rent low. As much as you hate to admit it he was nice to look at too, though you were hell bent on keeping that to yourself. He knew it anyway, there was no need to inflate his already massive ego. Why would you tell him? It would just be embarrassing, especially with his naturally outgoing nature. He would rip you apart if you admitted how you may actually feel about your snarky counterpart. You were nothing special to look at anyway, it would be silly to get your hopes up. Maybe he was annoying, but parts of you enjoyed him pestering you all hours of the day and scaring any potential suitors away.

You would definitely never hear the end of it if you didn’t cover up soon, the clock ticking closer and closer to his typical arrival time. You groan. The only solution was putting on something of his. This route would still produce plenty of jabs, but at least you could potentially explain what had happened. You dart across the hall to his room, yanking open his drawers. You’ve been in his room several times, but it’s always slightly surprising each time. He’s cleaner than you’d think, and the room is decorated very minimally. You rummage through his dresser, finally locating a black tee. You’ve seen this one on him before, and it fits him like a second layer of skin, but you’re around a foot shorter, so it should serve to cover your chest comfortably. You tug it over your head, humming in satisfaction. It falls just above your knees, more dress than shirt. You sigh once more at the outfit pairing, but you return to your room all the same. You decide to curl up with a book until your nuisance comes home, after texting to see if Shoko would let you come over to wash some clothes.

“Honeyyyy I’m homeeeee.” Satoru sings, keys jingling as he comes through the door of the humble abode. He scrunches his nose, smelling the metallic tinge to the air, so he goes to check out the laundry room. It’s a mess of towels attempting to soak up the flood of water, every piece of fabric in the vicinity was soaked. He clicks his tongue. Luckily the water had been turned off, but Gojo wondered to himself if a maintenance man came in to rescue you, knowing you can hardly turn on the gas stove yourself. He can’t help but be a little jealous, no—overprotective. You were such a delicious little thing, and he can’t stand to see you get ogled by men less than deserving. You won’t give him the time of day, though he’s most certainly the only man deserving of ogling you. He hums at the scene, deciding he should go and ask what happened, that way he could figure out if that pervy handyman needed his eyes gouged out.

He marches to your room and pushes the door open. “So–the pipe on the wa—”

He froze. He’s greeted with the sight of you stretched out on top of your comforter, one long leg folded delicately over the other, until his t-shirt covered the rest of you from the knee up. It dwarfed you, made him painfully aware how much smaller you were. So tiny compared to someone so tall and strong as him. Yet you swear he’s the tease. He bites his lip, shamelessly pulling his dark lenses down his nose, crystal clear eyes peeking over the frames to memorize everything about you. You sat with your back straight against the headboard, small hands clutching a thick book.

“Am I dreaming, or are you laying there in my shirt and nothing else?” He grinned, propping an arm up on the doorway. He doesn’t miss the way you squirm under his lazer focus.

You feel your body heat up. You even had prep time, yet you still didn’t know exactly what to say. You swallow thickly. “I have panties on. I had nothing to put on! The pipe burst on the washer and soaked me–”

“Oh I’ll get you soaked babe–”

“Satoru!” You yelp, slamming your book closed with a loud clap. He just snorts at your embarrassment, half-lidded eyes still scanning over you to make his desire known. You can’t count the amount of times that your roomie has openly flirted with you, but it shocked you each time.

“Y/N!” He mocked, rolling his eyes. He pushes himself off the frame and gets to the edge of your bed within a few strides. He plops down uninvited, staring at you almost as if he’s challenging you. He rests his hand on your calf, and you just stare at the point of contact with a raised brow. The man is awfully comfortable putting his hands on you, though that’s because you’ve been his since the day you moved in, in his mind. All this banter is just him being sweet and romantic. He sighs. “Let’s get real, hm? You look irresistible in my clothes, my mouth is watering over here, princess. I want ya. So stop acting like you don’t want me.”

You watch as his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip, his foot anxiously tapping on the ground. He’s holding back demons here, and he doesn't know how much longer he can keep himself together. It felt like the room got twenty degrees warmer, electricity brewing like you were sitting in the center of a thunderstorm. You suck in a breath of surprise, the angel and devil on your shoulder going back and forth. He was impossibly annoying, clingy and obsessive. He was like a guard dog, but if it was a guard giraffe instead with his lanky limbs and otherwise goofy nature. On the other hand, he was impossibly sexy, and you would be a dirty liar if you continued to pretend you didn’t want him to rearrange your guts in his t-shirt.

But what’s the harm in being a tease?

“What if I don’t?” You smirk, to which he mirrors your expression. If you want to play, he can do that too. He’ll make you regret it though. That flash of adoration in your eyes told him everything he needed to know.

“Give me a chance anyway. You’ll never fuck anyone else after this, I promise.” He says, not waiting for another catty reply from your pouty lips. He’s lunging forward, large hands grabbing your face to keep you from escaping him. Another second passes and his lips smash on yours. He’s needy, messy, and not holding himself back in this clash of teeth and lips and tongue. You were shocked by his passion, not realizing just how serious Satoru was in his pursuit of you. He kisses you like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted, swallowing up any chance you have at getting oxygen with his saliva coated lips. You fist the cover beneath you, clutching the cotton for dear life.

He’s consuming your senses and you wouldn’t have it any other way; you feel stupid for denying yourself of this for nearly two years now. His touch is fiery, you can feel his fingerprints burn into your skin and the only cure is more of those large palms gliding over your shoulders and chest. You relax into him, moving your mouth fluidly against his smiling one; his taste is of some sort of candy..starbursts maybe, but just the pink ones. His tongue gives you that flavor as it melds with yours, dominating it easily. He’s breathing heavy and grunting, the sound almost sweeter than the candy on his breath. They’re high pitched and whiny, he’s been picturing this scenario for a while now. You find yourself laying back, tugging him by the shirt to hover over you. The fabric wafted his vanilla sandalwood fragrance, of course he would smell and taste so delicious. It’s so befitting of such a deviantly perfect man. He doesn't hesitate to cover your frame with his, boxing your hips in under his as he straddles them. He breaks the make-out session to sit back on his knees to peel off his shirt–a white one not unlike the black one you stole. He throws it over his shoulder and you both hear it faintly fall in the distance. Then you both sigh, you squirm beneath him, hips shamelessly rolling into his semi. The corners of his lips curled into a smile.

You looked truly angelic, as always. Your lips were plump and swollen from the way he smothered them, your tits perked up and nipples poking through the fabric of his tee. Your hair was just starting to get messy, and he had half a mind to fuck that bratty mouth of yours, holding out on him this long just to look up at him with those needy doe eyes. Now he’s really smirking, and it goes from an idea, to something he just has to see. He gets off of you, sliding out of his shoes, peeling off those annoying socks and his tight black jeans. He hisses when his throbbing erection isn’t so choked back, palming himself over his underwear. He goes to slide those off too when he catches you sitting up to remove his shirt.

“No. Leave that on.” He growled, yanking his underwear off and throwing it with the rest of the discarded clothes. You hummed in response, the husk of his voice sending a jolt to your pussy. You knew you were growing damp, and the tiny lace wouldn’t do much to stop that from being painfully obvious. You sigh softly at the sight of him, though it almost pisses you off. Yes, of course, even his cock is utterly perfect. Somewhere in the eight inches ballpark, purple veins along his curved shaft led to a pretty pink tip glossy with his arousal. He thumbs the slit and spreads it further, beautiful blue eyes fluttering shut to enjoy the brief strokes. You whine, not sure what he wants you to do.

Satoru has planned this day for so long, he’ll make sure you comply with his every request to fulfill this fantasy. He stands at the foot of your bed, huge hands wrapping around your ankles so he can drag you to lay completely flat on the mattress. There’s that devious smirk you know, your eyes widen slightly in wonder. He was planning something.

“I can use that loud ass mouth, right?” He hums, getting back to his knees on the bed. But this time, instead of straddling your hips, he positions his knees on either side of your shoulders. You gulp, his full length looming large over your face. You look past his dick to his oceanic stare.

“Yeah, yeah. Do your worst.” You manage to squeak, trying to reserve some of your pride. His eyes burn with amusement. He reaches his hand forward, putting a thumb on your chin to tilt your mouth downwards. He grins, angling your throat.

“You shouldn’t have said that.” He clicked his tongue, swiping at your bottom lip. “Goddamn, I’m gonna ruin you.” He says, affectionately smoothing down your hair while tapping your mouth with his tip. “Open up.”

You part your lips wider, relaxing your jaw; you even stick your tongue out to provide him the perfect mental image to remember. He slides his cock into your silky throat, hot mouth swallowing him all up so good he’s fighting that ball of tension in his stomach just from the sight. He knows he’ll last, even if cums down your throat he’ll make sure he pumps you full of another round. You clearly needed to know who you belonged to. He leans his weight forward, his tip colliding with your gag reflex. You choke around him, but he doesn’t let up. His hand catches him on the headboard, and now he has the perfect angle to hammer into your wet mouth without mercy. He keeps his icy gaze angled down, he can’t miss a second of your tears pooling and sliding down your reddened cheeks. You’re so beautiful, he can’t believe you made him wait two years to claim you like this. That’s fine, he understands that his powerful presence can be a bit much. He is the Honored One after all. He was content to wait for you until you could honor him.

He’s huge in your throat. You can feel your walls spasm around his cock, gagging and sputtering on him as he relentlessly slams into you. Your nose collides with his snowy pubes every time, saliva slicking down everything. Your cunt burns for attention, he’s driving you crazy with the way he’s looking at you, long white lashes framing the darkest lust-fueled stare you’ve ever seen. He’s using you so perfectly, you don’t mind being sore and unable to speak if it means you get to drink his load. Your hand sneaks over your thighs, sliding your thong over. You’re so drenched that the cold air makes you whimper around his gag, but you let your longest digit glide to your soaking hole. Gathering some of your slick, you slide back up to your aching bundle of nerves, easing circles over yourself. You sigh with relief, and Satoru turns to see why, grunting with dissatisfaction. His hips still, and he reaches to slap your hand away and give a punishing slap to your cunt. You jerk up in surprise, though the pressure was sickeningly sweet.

“None of that shit. You oughta wait longer, made me wait two whole years to make you mine.” He growls, bringing his hands back to hold your face. He rocks his hips into your face again, moaning softly at how well you’ve acclimated to his rod. Your gags are so erotic, giving you and him both goosebumps. He chuckles, feeling his stomach and cock twitch.

“Swallow it all or I’m not touching you.” He warns, spurting his seed down your throat. It’s a heavy load, spilling into your cheeks as he drags his cock out. You cover your mouth to keep any of his cum from leaking out, swallowing the hot liquid instantly. His hold on your cheeks makes it easy for him to push your mouth open, making sure you swallow every bit. He taps his tip against your lips in satisfaction, sliding back down your body to straddle your thighs this time. “That’s a good fuckin’ girl. You want me to eat your pussy?” He asks, sharp white teeth nipping at the delicate skin of your neck.

You nod, still gasping for breath. Your blood was thumping in your ears as well as your pussy, and all you could think about was his strong tongue against yours earlier.

“Beg me for it.” He smiles, breaking some skin below your collarbone and lapping his tongue over it. “Kept me waitin’ angelface. I think it’s the least you can do for me.” He coos, pushing his tee up all the way up your perfect thighs and over your tits. He nibbles his lower lip at the sight of your exposed body, not that it was the first time he’s seen you. Fresh out of the shower, scouring for clothes with no idea he’s watching or when your pajamas are so skanky you might as well wear nothing at all. This was special though, this was you wanting him, this was you begging for him to make you cum.

You whine, squirming under him. He eyes the slutty panties, shaking his head. “And I thought I hid all of these…” He sighs, working the drenched fabric off. He sniffs them and whimpers, they smell just as heavenly as all the others. Your pussy glistens with your floods of slick, he can’t help but lick his lips, palming his semi into a full erection again. You hardly thought he was serious with all of his flirts. He definitely seemed like the type to just enjoy flustering someone. Plus, you didn’t quite understand what he saw in you–surely he could be with super models. But he made you cancel any date you had for the past two years and actively barked at anyone who looked at you twice, and now stealing your panties for his use… surely that was a lot of commitment if he was just teasing you right? Fucking your mouth like it was his god given right, wanting you to beg for him, he really did want you carnally.

“Satoru,” You sigh out breathlessly, the man just out of arm’s reach. You bat your lashes and stare up at him. “Oh god, I’m sorry! I didn’t know you really wan’ed me! I didn’t mean to make you wait, baby, please–just please make me yours. I can’t take it ‘nymore, Sato..” You pant. He swears he’s vibrating, the pout in your voice just too much to handle. He needs you just as bad, but he has to make you cum for him before he ruins your cunt. He bites your thigh, determined to leave a bruise there, too. He’ll mark you up now that you’re his, no one could ever doubt or deny who you belong to. He only knows passion and all or nothing, his love is smothering and obsessive, and you’ll know everything about that. He groans, smelling your dripping juices was the final straw. His lips latch onto your painful need and you gasp out at the feeling. Your thigh burned where he had indented his teeth into it, but the pain only served to fog your brain up and soak your cunt just that much more

“Shoulda known I was serious.” He complains in between languid laps to your middle, drinking up the nectar. “I forgive you. ‘S gonna be okay now, I got us now.” He sighs dreamily, beginning a feisty assault on your core. He nibbles at your clit, sucking on it harshly and then following it with sweet and soothing licks. He can’t help but dip his svelte fingers in your tight hole, growling as you clamp around him. He knows you’re gonna be so fucking tight, and now he’s rutting his hips into your bed to stave off his desire until he pleases you to his liking. He coos as your arousal coats his plump pink lips, shaking his head as he devours you. His fingers pump and curl in all the right places. You’re sputtering and gasping, eyes clenched shut so hard colored orbs prick at your vision. You’re about to explode, every orgasm you’ve ever brought yourself or experienced before paling in comparison to the one you’re about to succumb to now.

Your legs shake, clenching around his head. His strong hands force your legs back down, squeezing gently on your thighs. He kneads the flesh, admiring how easily you surrendered to him. “You bout to cum, sweet girl?” He teases, working into your spongy spot with his lengthy fingers.

You nod, worried that he’d make you beg for that too.You decided to get ahead of the curve, babbling immediately. “Yes, please Satoru! Wan’ cum for you s’bad–please!”

He chuckles, “Of course darling. Cum for me, Tell me I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.” He demands, watching your nose scrunch up and your body jerk involuntarily. He can feel the flood of your release against his fingers, and he grins. He can’t hold it back anymore, he has to have you right now. He doesn’t let you recover, folding your legs into a mating press to start, sliding his aching length through your slippery hole and into those choking walls. He groans, letting his head fall back. You were just as tight as he imagined–no, tighter! This was all for him, no one but him would ever touch you again. The way you grip him sends chills down his spine, and his obsessive craving for you turns into an insatiable need. You watch his adam's apple bob in his throat, eyeing the rest of his bare chest and abs that had their own abs. He growls, his hold on the underside animalist. “Oh my god, doll..” He groans, breathing through his nose in an effort to calm himself.

“I’m gonna give it you so fucking good, little one. Gonna claim you in every way, give you my kids, don’t’cha want that?” He coos, hips snapping into your ass rapidly. He’s abusing your spot instantly, and he knows it. It’s partially because he knows he can’t last too long in this glorious cunt when he’s this worked up and partially because he wants to see you come undone before him, begging for him to fill you to the brim. He did say he’d claim you in every way, what could be more of his mark? His teeth prints bruising your sweet skin, or his child growing in your womb? He shivers at the idea. He never thought this way about people before you. Something about your perfect hair and your sweet smile made him horny in ways he never knew. He craves seeing you full of his cum, making you hold it and not letting you get any medicine to keep you from conceiving. If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be, right?

His cock fills you so right that you know you’d agree to anything right now. Your feet shake by your ears, you can’t take his repeated and unforgiving slams. You nod dumbly, craving his hot load in your pussy and more of his dirty fantasies. “Mhm, wan’ give you pretty babies, ‘Toru, jus’ give it all to me.” You plead, tits bouncing with his brutal fucks.

His mouth drops open. “Agh, oh fuck..you really want me to knock you up baby? Lock me in as your baby daddy?” He questions breathily, dick jumping as you clench down. You really did like the idea it seems, as your wanton moans and soaking wave of cum clue him in to some fantasies of your own.

You nod vigorously again. “Yes! Oh my god, yes, please, Daddy…I’ll make you one I swear!” His whines are so rewarding. The pleasure you send coursing through him causes his brows to furrow.

“You fucking got it angel. Make me a baby.” He nods, determined to follow through on your wish. His cheeks flush, his cum shooting all over your walls. It was hot and gushing, your hole clenches in an effort to hold onto it. He’s wanted you all this time, there was no way you would escape him now. Now, you were all for him forever, and he hoped his seed took hold and grew within you. Couldn’t be so bratty if you were glowing with a child, his child. He had more than enough money, in his mind it's completely rational. He just wanted you to be reminded who you are now, who you belong to. The world needs to know it too, and he doesn’t mind to keep trying until it works. “Gonna look so pretty when you swell up for me.” He giggles, lazily blinking at you. He pushes your beautiful hair out of your face, gently holding your cheek.

“I love you. That’s why I act this way. You’re all mine now, for good. I'll always take good care of you, my pretty mama.” He coos, his voice sweet as he leans up to kiss your parted lips, your body still coping with the waves of pleasure. Sure, all the dinners you’ve made for him and all the times you’ve folded his laundry was just you being nice, but you knew why you cared so much for your annoyingly handsome roommate.

“I love you too. Here I was thinking this was the unluckiest day of my life.” You snort, running your hands through his white locks as he remains content to lay on top of you. He chuckles in return, but his mind is busy. He’s thinking about what theme for the nursery, names for your son or daughter, and how good you’d look needing him for everything for the next nine months.

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boydepartment · 1 year ago

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so cute - anton lee x reader

a/n: DONT LOOK AT ME RN…. okay i’m having a moment shut up i can’t sleep. this is completely self indulgent and writing for fun so whooooooops

warnings- none just fluff and goofy. idol! anton. photography major! reader. (i am not a photography major so pls um bare w me) THIS IS ALSO REALLY CLICHE SO I AM SORRY i also have no idea what tags to use :( so if you are on riize tumblr PLS HELP ME IN MY INBOX WITH TAGS

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MASTERLIST

when you sat down after you ordered you got all your stuff organized. you had a plan to meet your friend to study together at a small but sweet boba shop. a lot of college students would come and go and half the fun of studying was procrastinating and choosing to people watch instead.

your friend was late and so you were left to fend for yourself. which was okay, it didn’t bother you. you got a little lost in thought and didn’t even notice the gaggle of boys walk in.

you didn’t even notice when the second cashier called up your order and you skipped over to pick it up. it tasted sweet and made you smile.

the way you set up your table looked really nice so you took a couple steps away from your chair to take a photo, not for class. just for fun.

your notes and laptop looked like those aesthetic posts on pinterest and the view outside the window was not the worst for a parking lot. you looked down at your phone and frowned, maybe the flash would help?

you went to get in position again when a guy totally bumped into you. sending both of you crashing onto the floor!

when you sat up you saw all his friends almost sprint out of the shop laughing, you looked down, eyes widening.

“i’m so sorry! here let me help you up!” you stood up and put your hands out. he was quiet and took your hands. you bent over and picked up his thankful pre-poked boba, nothing spilled thank goodness!

“are you okay?” you asked, handing his drink to him. it was a little hard to tell or read him as he was wearing a mask, there was only so much you could read with his eyes.

your head turned to the side trying to get an answer out of him. eventually he snapped out of whatever daze he was in. did this boy hit his head too hard?

“it was my fault! i was walking backwards while talking and i didn’t see you i’m sorry…” the boy was very soft spoken and it took you by surprise. a lot of people you met in college were a little outspoken.

you smiled at him, hoping to lighten the mood, “it’s okay it was an accident!”

“you fell pretty hard on your knees, are you okay?” he asked, noticing that they looked pretty scuffed.

“oh! i’m okay. don’t worry about it.” you went to grab your bag which softened the blow of your fall.

“is your phone okay? if it’s broken i can help pay for the damages…”

that was sweet of him…

you looked at your phone and saw the crack in the screen protector, “it’s a little cracked but it’s just the screen protector! it’s fine! if anyone asks i can tell them about this.” you laughed a little and looked at him again, “my friend’s gonna wish she wasn’t late…!”

you heard the boy laugh a little, “i still feel bad for tripping over you and ruining your photo, can i do anything to make up for it?”

“there’s no need to feel bad!” you said quickly- waving you hands back and forth, “again it’s totally okay. you should probably get back to your friends though… they kinda ran off.”

you saw him look outside the window, scoffing a little, “i’m going to choose to ignore them.”

this made you laugh, it was a total 180 from his voice, it was cute.

“i’m y/n. i figure since we’re having a conversation it’s appropriate to introduce myself, since you’re not just falling over me and dipping.” you stuck your hand out again.

he looked at your hand and shook it, “anton.” his eyes curved which told you he was smiling. cute.

“um… your friend still isn’t here… can i sit with you?”

you nodded, might as well, it wasn’t like you were studying. he happily took a seat next to you.

“you’re in college right?”

you nodded, “mhm! photography major!” you opened a file and scooted your laptop to him. anton looked through your photos almost amazed.

“i’m trying to put together my portfolio right now actually. i’m hoping i’ll get a job soon.” you explained, leaning your head on your palm.

he practically perked up at this, “my friends and i need a photographer for our next show!”

“show?”

“ummmmmmmmmm.” anton scratched his neck, “yes. show. music. yaknow….”

you smiled, “honestly, if it pays well, i’d love to.”

he looked at you and nodded, really enthusiastically. you felt pride bubble in you for someone being so impressed by your work to offer you a job.

“can i get your number to get the details?” you asked, unlocking your phone, he was cute and even if the job didn’t work out, maybe a date would. you could hear his phone buzzing rapidly.

anton nodded again and put his information in, “text me your name n stuff and i’ll answer i promise.” he stood up, “i really need to get back to my friends they’re blowing up my phone… even though they ditched me…”

you laughed again, “no problem. i’ll text you!”

“yeah!” he was walking away from you smiling when he ran into the door awkwardly. almost like the scene of a movie. it was so cute.

he was so cute.

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fandoms--fluff · 4 months ago

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The Perfect Dress

Flufftober, October 11th

Younger Mikaelson sister reader x Hope Mikaelson

Summary: You and Hope go shopping Rebekah's closet.

Warnings: none

A/n: I know for a fact that Rebekah has got to have a closet like London does from Zach and Cody. Oh and reader is only like a couple years younger than Hope in this. The dress explained is not based off anything by the brand mentioned, I just picked a really expensive designer for the story.

And it may be a bit crack by the end, but I find if funny and cute.

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"Ugh, I have nothing to wear to this dang party. All my dresses are so old and I'm pretty sure this is from when I was nine" Hope groans, flipping through the hanging clothing in her closet. She pulls out the small green dress that's significantly smaller than the other clothing hung up.

"Well it's a pretty dress" You tilt her head and pick it up from the bed where she tossed it. "Hah, if you like it so much then you wear it to the party" Hope teases.

"Hmm, maybe I will" you say, turning the teasing back to her. You slip off your tank top and jean shorts, leaving you in your nude bra and bright pink and yellow striped underwear.

"Isn't that the same underwear you wore when you were in like kindergarten?" She chuckles, noticing the difference between the two undergarments. "Maybe, maybe not. And they're my favorite pair nonetheless" You answer with a straight face.

You pull the green dress over your head and bring it down your body. Moving to the mirror in the corner of the room, you straighten it out. "You sure it's from when you were nine?" You ask, eyebrows furrowing. "Yeah, I know, it fits you perfectly though. That's a bit disturbing. I wore it to the mall for that picture with Santa the year you hit him in the face" She explains.

"Oh, yeah. That was a good day. Got him right in the eye" You nod, smiling to yourself in glee. "Oh yeah, the elves had a field day with that" Hope states, an eyebrow raised, not impressed.

"Maybe I should wear this" You pose with your hands on your hips. "We can see how long it takes Mom to notice what dress it is" You concoct the plan.

"How long will it take me to talk you out of that?" She asks while trying to hide her own smile.

"Um, 40 minutes, and hour tops" You nod in agreement with yourself. "Okay, go ahead and wear it" She says, not up to discussing this with you for that long.

"Yay" You say, spinning in the older dress. Hope shakes her head, a smile quirking at the corners of her lips as she turns back around to face her closet.

She starts going through all her dresses, coming to the same conclusion. "These all stink" She huffs.

"So you're done with searching for any possibilities in your closet?" You ask from your spot on her bed. "Yeah" she breathes out. She's stressed cause the party's in less than an hour and she has her makeup and hair done, except not her outfit. Which is kind of her own fault for not prepping in advance, but she was heavily procrastinating that part.

"Well come with me then" you hop off the bed and grab onto Hope's wrist, leading her into the hallway. "Where are we going?" She asks as you lead the way up stairs to all your aunts and uncles rooms.

"Our one stop shopping destination" You answer, opening the door to Rebekah's room and pull Hope in. You advance towards the woman's closet and open the door, walking in. Hope slowly follows you, not wanting to get in trouble.

"Aunt Rebekah's closet?" She asks. "Yep!" You exclaim, a smile bright on your face.

Hope steps into the closet and marvels at how big it is. There's racks and shelves and everything in between full of clothing, accessories and shoes. There's even a seating area in the center and a massive vanity to the side, and a big expensive coffee maker on a trolley next to one of the seats.

"Oh. my. god. This is a closet?" She slowly spins around, taking everything in. "Yeah, amazing, isn't it?" You say and walk over to the racks of dresses.

Hope idly follows you, still trying to register every detail. "Okay, so this is the rack where I think you'll find what you're looking for" You present it to her.

There must be dozens of dresses of all different colours, fabrics and designs just on the one rack. Hope nervously steps up to it, next to you. "Are we allowed to be in here? What happens if she catches us? I don't want to ruin anything" She says, knowing that just one of these dresses alone probably cost more than everything in her closet.

"Auntie Rebekah will be fine, and stop worrying, you won't damage the dress. But if somehow you do, all we need to do is cast a little spell to repair it, that's all" You reassure your older sister.

"Okay. Wait, how much have you been in here?" She questions. "A lot. This is where I come to hide from Mom when she's mad at me" You answer. "Which is a lot. I've memorized basically everything and have inventory in here" You tap on your head.

"Does Aunt Rebekah know about all that?" Hope smiles, already predicting the answer. All you do is bring a finger up to your lips, creating the 'shh' symbol. "Why am I not surprised" She chuckles, shaking her head humorously.

She slowly starts going through the rack of dresses, running her hand gently down all the expensive fabrics they're made. And while she does that, you walk over to the chair next to the coffee machine, sitting down. You reach your arm down to the bottom tray of the trolley and pick up the bowl of chocolate.

You watch your sister as she goes through the dresses while eating the also probably expensive chocolate. At this point, you're not sure how much everything in your Aunts closet costs, but it's probably enough to make a down payment on a really big and pretty mansion. Or maybe even just buy the mansion all together.

Soon enough, Hope pauses. The dress she came upon is probably one of the most beautiful dress she's ever laid her eyes on. It's a purple layered dress, the back longer than the front. The bodice is completely covered in crystals and the layering of the flowing fabric looks like every layer was crafted with exact precision. She's never seen anything like it.

She carefully takes the hanger off the rack and walks slowly to the big full length mirror across the basically room of a closet. Holding it against herself, she imagines it on her. You smile and put the bowl of chocolate back on the bottom tray of the trolley before going over to your sister.

She looks at the crafted brand tag on the inside of the dress. "Is Debbie Wingham an expensive brand" she asks, never hearing of it before.

You raise your eyebrows, knowing the exact answer, but you don't want to make Hope second guess herself. Come on, you saw how she reacted to the dress once she came upon it. "It's not too expensive but also not something you can find at a regular dress shop. It's unique" You lie right through your teeth and she believes every word. If you were to just say it was a cheap dress, she would never believe you because even though she hasn't been in here before, she knows your guys' aunt's taste.

"It's beautiful. You should try it on." You take the dress from her hold and carefully pull the hanger out from the straps, placing it back on the rack. "Are you sure?" She asks.

"One hundred percent" You nod. "Okay" She smile forms it's way on her face. She pulls her shirt and jeans off, folding them up. She places them on the chair you were sitting on before turning back to you. She's just in her bra and underwear now.

You unzip the dress and hold it down lower, making it easier for her to step in to. "Thanks" she says, stepping into the dress as careful as she could be.

You pull the dress up over her legs and curves, stopping halfway up her stomach. "I think this is meant to be worn without a bra" You say, noticing the structure of the bodice.

"Oh, uh, okay. Don't look" She says as she reaches back to unclasp her bra. "Like I'd purposely do so" you deadpan, making a weird face. "What kind of incest thoughts are you having?" you joke. "Oh shush, you" Hope chuckles, tossing her bra over to her other folded up clothing.

You keep your eyes plastered on her back, not wanting to accidentally get flashed while you continue to pull the dress up. Once the dress is up all the way, Hope puts her arms in the sleeves.

You clasp the top and then pull the zipper up to its secured position at the top. "There we go. It feels all good?" You pat her back softly. "Yes, thanks, Y/n/n." She smiles.

"Your boobies all secured?" You ask once she turns around to face you. "Please don't hit me" You take a step back as soon as you see her expression. She rolls her eyes playfully.

You look her up and down, taking in her appearance. "You look gorgeous, and I'm not just saying it because you're my sister. You look really pretty" You tell your older sister. "Thank you" She said, her smile growing bigger.

She walks over to you and pulls you into a hug. "Of course. I also think someone is overdue to look in the mirror" You say once you pull away.

You guys walk over to the mirror and Hope pauses in front of the mirror. She looks over the dress and how it looks on her body. It's the most beautiful thing she's ever put on.

"See. I told you." You wrap your arm around her shoulder. "You ready for the party now? No more worrying?" You ask.

"Yeah. I'm all ready" She walks with you to the door of the closet. You pick up her clothes before you guys leave. You walk back down to her room to drop off her clothing and wait for the party to start.

Not too long later, your Uncle Kol calls you guys to get your butts down there, saying people are arriving. Before you guys go down to the courtyard ballroom place, you turn to Hope when she stands up.

"Oh and by the way, if Auntie Rebekah does notice the dress, just play dumb and hope for the best. That's what I do." You tell her. "What? You said she'd be alright with it" Hope's eyes widen.

"It's alright, trust me, she'll proabbly be making out with Marcel twenty minutes into the party anyways" You tell her.

"Oh, gross" She winces. You raise an eyebrow at her. "But fair point" she says, thinking about it and she cant believe it, but agrees with you.

"Exactly. Let's go!" You grab her hand and lead her down to the party. "Wait, wait, wait. You're sure on wearing that?" She asks, looking at her old dress you're wearing.

Turning around, you send her a glare. "Yes, I like this dress. It's pretty. And plus now it's found a new home that's not the garbage or whatever" You tell her. "If that's alright with you" You tell her, remembering you haven't technically asked her to keep it yet.

"Of course it is, why would I want to keep a dress in my closet that doesn't fit when you clearly like it and it actually fits you" She chuckles. "Thank you!'' You exclaim, far too excited than she would've expected someone getting a 'hand me down' from their older sister.

As soon as you guys enter the courtyard, your Dad walks over to you guys. "Well, you guys look absolutely beautiful" Klaus hugs you both.

"See, I told you" You elbow Hope lightly. "I've never seen you wear that dress before. Is it new, Littlest Wolf?" He says, getting an embarrassed flush out of Hope. You snicker, earning Hope's glare.

"Umm, sort of" She answers your guys' dad. "Well, it's very pretty. And where have I seen this dress before?" He asks, knowing he's never seen it on you before, but somewhere he's seen it.

"Umm- Oh, hey Auntie Rebekah" You say, seeing your aunt walking up to you guys. Hope's eyes widen once she sees Rebekah as well. She really doesn't want to get in trouble.

"Hello my beautiful nieces. I love your dress, Hope, it looks really familiar" Rebekah smiles, not knowing about your guys' scheme. You see how Hope freezes at the statement and immediately jump into action.

"It's probably from one of your magazines. Oh hey, look, Auntie Davina's over there, lets go" You grasp onto Hope's arm and pull her to the other side of the room where Davina's getting a drink.

You wink at her, "Not my first rodeo" You whisper, getting a thankful chuckle and nod out of your older sister.

"Well, that was weird" Rebekah comments. "Wait a second-" Rebekah realizes something. "What?" Klaus turns to his sister.

You listen into their conversation as well as Hope. "Oh no" Hope tenses. You guys wait for the bomb to drop and are immensely surprised at what happens.

"The dress Y/n was wearing. Where's it from?" She says. "That's what I was wondering" Klaus tells her. "Hold on" Rebekah walks over to the library and grabs a photograph before walking back over to Klaus.

"What's going on?" Hayley walks over to the two of them.

"Oh, come on!" You exclaim, making Hope laugh. "How is it that after everything, you're the one who's probably going to get in trouble" Hope tries to calm her laughter down to keep listening in.

You throw your head back, a groan leaving your throat before also listening back into the conversation between your parents and aunt.

"Why do you have one of the Christmas pictures of the girls?" She asks. "Well you see, it seems that the youngest Mikaelson is wearing this dress. I knew I've seen it somewhere" Rebekah tells both of them.

"You're telling me that our fourteen year old daughter is wearing her sister's Christmas dress from when she was nine?" Hayley asks, remembering that day all too well.

"Well, our Sweetheart seems to be listening in as well as her sister" Klaus smirks, his gaze landing on the two of you.

"Oh, seriously!" You exclaim, throwing your arms up. You gain Davina's attention and she takes the couple steps towards you. "What's wrong, girls?" She asks.

"Oh, you'll see" Hope tells her. "Again, how am I getting the attntion when you look amazing...Maybe I can slip it to them...Or not, sorry" You tell Hope, seeing her look again.

"Do I even want to know?" Davina chuckles. You shake your head but then realize your parents and Rebekah making their way over to you guys. "Agh, hide me!" You exclaim in a whisper, jumping to hide behind Davina.

"Or you know what? Run!" You say, taking Hope with you. She laughs as she follows, and the night begins!

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thirteenducks · 1 year ago

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rest for the weary

(neuvillette x fem!reader) [sfw]

༻❁༺ content: fem!reader (reader is referred to as 'girl'), no established relationship

༻❁༺ word count: ~1.9k

༻❁༺ tags: sickfic? sort of?, mild hurt/comfort, gentle and tender Neuvillette, being overworked, fainting, neuvillette is sexy in a paramedic kind of way, crimes against gloves, almost-crimes against pastries, "you will be taken care of So Help Me" neuvillette, very self indulgent, can you tell i'm a college student

༻❁༺ author’s note: blame my mutuals for putting talk about neuvillette being gentlemanly and kind on my twitter feed. this is their fault and also the four glasses of sangria i drank before i wrote this

Neuvillette would like to believe he understands human behavior quite well by now. What he does not understand is their tendency to be self-sacrificial to the point of exhaustion. When your stress reaches a fever pitch, he steps in.

You don’t remember if it was the fatigue or the hunger that you noticed first. Both have been on the fringes of your consciousness since you left your bed early this morning. Right now, they’re kept at bay only by a lingering headache that worsens as you step out into the clear day.

The beautiful azure of the morning sky above. The flocks of pigeons that dapple the steps of the Palais Mermonia like sunlight through leaves. The hum of the Court of Fontaine as coffee sales begin for the morning. All are lost on you as you forge ahead, feet barely clearing the cobblestone below them.

The papers on your desk, stacked high and demanding attention, are all that your bleary eyes register at the moment. Anything else is secondary.

As much as your conscience would contend it, your current predicament isn’t entirely your fault. Sure, you had procrastinated a bit when the pile of records was first assigned to you, and maybe hadn’t chipped away at it the way you could’ve if you planned ahead.

For a gestionnaire, though, it’s also just that time of year when the clouds pour rain daily and the opera house sees a never-ending rotation of cases.

So if that means some sacrifices on your side are required, you’re willing to make them for the good of the Court. You’re certainly not the only one, either. The circles under the Chief Justice’s eyes always grow darker during the rainy season; you hope he’s taking better care of himself than you are.

Once you’ve gotten rid of this batch of paperwork, you’ll be free to rest for a while, you tell yourself. You can take a break. Maybe you could walk to that cafe down the street with the nice cashier and get yourself breakfast, if the rain isn't too bad by midmorning.

Your knees waver under you as you carry the precarious stack of records to the threshold of your office. On second thought, maybe you should ask if they offer delivery.

The low murmur of a familiar voice, a pleasant bass melody, reaches you as you step out into the plush carpet of the hallway. It floats through your dizzy head like syrup.

Good. You won’t have to walk far to give these to Neuvillette, then. You’re not sure your feet would carry you all the way to his office anyway, and you’d rather not field any uncomfortable questions about your health from such an esteemed man.

Assuming what you hope is a pleasant expression, you approach the Iudex and Sedene as he bends at the waist to inspect a bump on her antler.

There’s a very becoming look of concern on his face, you notice. It must be nice to be the focus of such care.

The unfazed voice of a Melusine comes from somewhere below you: “I promise it’s just a mosquito bite, Monsieur. I must’ve stood around the docks for too long this morning.”

“Even so... I would administer some anti-inflammatory soon, Sedene. Please don’t neglect your health,” he chides as he pats her head affectionately.

Neuvillette rises again to his full height, catching your eye as you draw near to him.

A fetching smile upturns the corners of his mouth. He greets you with a stately nod, holding out his right hand for your stack of records. Your gaze flits to his other hand, currently engaged by an apple turnover.

Ah. A gift from a Melusine, no doubt. You hope he enjoys it, even if a part of your brain wants you to snatch it for yourself.

If Neuvillette catches the way your eyes linger on his breakfast, he doesn’t mention it. What he does is quirk his head to the left in a silent question as he continues to stand with his hand outstretched.

Oh, archons. How long have you been standing in front of him with a blank look on your face? Too long to be appropriate, certainly.

Clearing your throat and forcing a smile, you take a step forward to hand off your pile of papers to him. Only, instead of making contact with the floor of the hallway, your shoe falls into thin air as your other knee buckles and your back falls towards the carpet.

As your consciousness slips, you feel a cool hand snake around your waist.

Your head goes limp, bouncing a bit with the impact until the pastry drops to the carpet and Neuvillette’s other gloved hand comes to cradle the back of your neck.

He’s caught you. He wishes you were awake to instruct him what to do next.

He lowers you to the ground softly, brow creased with worry. Sedene stands next to him with a similar expression, holding the turnover she saved as it fell.

“Sedene. Bring me a pillow from the sofa in my office, please. Quickly.”

The Melusine salutes and she darts off. His eyes never leave your face as he kneels, large frame bent over you protectively.

Releasing your waist, he brings a hand up to his teeth and tugs off the glove in a smooth motion before resting his bare fingers against your forehead. A curse in a tongue unknown to all but him breaks the quiet air and his brows knit together. Humans and their damned self-sacrificial nature.

Sedene returns holding a cushion. He eases it under your head with care, ensuring your neck is supported before he retracts the hand underneath.

There in the Palais hallway, the Iudex of Fontaine strips himself of his judge’s coat, uncaring of decorum at the moment. Gentle hands graze your bare skin as he wraps the garment around your shoulders. Were you conscious, you would feel the softness of the silk lining against your cheek and the scent of the ocean it carries with it.

He knows from his extensive observations of human behavior that you’ve probably only collapsed from fatigue, not sickness. And yet… and yet he cannot keep himself from stroking your forehead, cool fingertips resting there as he meditates.

Another moment passes before he makes up his mind. Your body rises from the carpeted hallway floor into strong arms, seldom-seen muscles flexing under his white undershirt.

The change in altitude brings you halfway out of your daze. Through hazy vision, you catch the sight of pale skin moving above you. His slit eyes meet yours and you don't manage more than a small sound of confusion before you’re pulled back under by sleep.

With a brief nod to Sedene, Neuvillette carries you to his office in a few quick strides. The door slides shut behind him.

Your hands unconsciously tug on his lapels and you curl your body closer to the warmth of his chest, making his ears burn.

Every time he thinks he understands your species, something like this happens.

He had certainly noticed your energy waning over the last few days, but he worried about the propriety of mentioning such a thing to you. Would you resent him for asking about something so personal? Should he send someone closer to you to step in before you hurt yourself?

In the end, he had settled for bringing you breakfast from a nearby cafe. He glances at the turnover, now sitting innocently on his coffee table courtesy of Sedene. It taunts him.

The silence in his office is deafening as Neuvillette lays you carefully on the sofa next to his desk. He runs through the list of human vitals in his head.

You’re breathing quite deeply. Your pulse is healthy and strong as his fingers press against the side of your throat. The color in your face is returning to its normal shade. Surely all you lack is a good meal, which he can certainly provide, and some rest.

Then why do his hands shake as he pours tea into a cup on the table before you?

Why can he not keep his eyes from you as you sleep, chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm?

Why does he find it impossible to return to the paperwork that calls his name just a few feet away?

A clap of thunder shakes the building.

He doesn’t realize how long his eyes have been trained on yours until you’re staring back at him through lowered lids, awakened by the noise.

It takes about a half second for you to remember the circumstances of a few minutes prior and gasp, sitting up with a speed that makes Neuvillette reach towards you in concern. His coat falls from where it was draped across you and you stare at it, unblinking.

Your gaze flits to Neuvillette, bare to the wrist. He watches silently as you register the sofa you’re laid upon and the lavish office around you.

The Chief Justice makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat when you rush to stand up, face burning. Your head spins - whether from fatigue or embarrassment, you’re not sure. A million apologies threaten to spill from your mouth at once.

With your head bowed and your feet unsteady below you, you don’t see the hand rising to your face until a cool sensation spreads over your flushed forehead. The surprise of it shuts you up immediately. When you do dare to raise your eyes, you hardly trust what you see in front of you.

There is no anger in the face of the Iudex, in the downturned curve of his mouth or the crease of his brow. Only tender concern presents itself as he addresses you.

“You appear to be feverish. Please, sit back down. I won’t have you fainting again if I can help it.” He removes his hand from your skin, leaving behind a burning sensation that you can't attribute to a fever.

“Mon- Monsieur?”

He tuts, raising the cup of tea to your hand and folding it into your grasp. “Drink, please,” he murmurs, face etched with care.

You blink a few times, sipping the drink as if compelled by magic. It's sweeter than you’re expecting.

“Good girl.”

You nearly choke on it.

If possible, Neuvillette looks even more distressed by your sudden coughing fit. “You’re far redder than when you awoke. The fever reducer in this blend should help with that, but in the meantime, please take some of this…”

The minutes pass quietly. Periodically, Neuvillette instructs you in a gentle tone to drink your tea or eat a bit of pastry. He absolutely forbids you to stand after the second time you attempt to excuse yourself.

When he's been assured that you're comfortable, he speaks again.

“May I ask why you believe those papers you were attempting to bring me were worth working yourself to exhaustion over?”

His words are authoritative, but his voice carries such softness that you can’t help but be honest with him.

“I’m so very sorry, Monsieur. It won’t happen again. I’ve just had a lot on my plate this week.”

Neuvillette's violet eyes are melancholy as they meet yours. “Of course. It’s a busy time of year for us all,” he says, shifting his gaze to the steady rain outside. “I do hope you know, however, that I would far rather your work be late than your health to fail on my account.”

You duck your head. “...I understand, Monsieur.”

The man’s stately expression fades into something unreadable at that.

“...Please, call me Neuvillette.”

You were unaware that his voice, so commanding in the courtroom, could sound so tender directed at you.

Your gaze darts up from the floor. The Iudex is not meeting your eyes. His are fixed instead on the light drizzle pattering the windowpane. A faint swathe of color decorates his lofty cheekbones.

As you smile and nod your head, pronouncing his name with a few words of thanks, the morning sun streams into the room behind you.

It’s getting to be quite the lovely day outside.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x fem!reader #fem!reader #:3c #this was fun to write and even more fun to see my beta readers react to #shout out to tender and honey btw love you guys #have i mentioned how much i love gentle men recently #if i haven't here's 2k words to remind you

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