Ride Me

your fiyero | fiyero tigelaar x reader

Pairing: Fiyero Tigelaar x Reader Summary: Ever since Fiyero Tigelaar started at Shiz University, he found himself fascinated by you – the one student who didn't care about him. When he notices you starting to struggle with something, he'll do anything to make sure you're okay. Warnings: Mentions of fainting, falling over, academic stress/burn out Word Count: 2.2k A/N: I've seen Wicked (the show) three times now with the amazing Australian cast that's currently touring and I fell totally head over heels with Fiyero, and then yesterday I saw the movie and fell even more in love with Fiyero and so I had to write for him. I do intend to write more for him, especially if other people want to read more! He's so fun to write for and definitely a challenge compared to some other characters I've written for in the past. I hope you all enjoy! 💗

It’s not difficult to sense the presence of Fiyero Tigelaar behind you as you leave Doctor Dillamond’s classroom, shoving your books into the bag over your shoulder. With the way the students heading into the classroom are staring at someone behind you, it’s quite obvious who they’re staring at. Everyone at Shiz University wants Fiyero Tigelaar. 

Everyone, that is, except you.

“Classes are over, you know?” Fiyero’s voice comes from behind you as you round the corner, heading down the staircase leading to the courtyard. “You don’t have to rush off.”

Irritatingly, the fact that you can’t particularly care less about wanting Fiyero Tigelaar makes himwant you. He usually isn’t the type. If someone doesn’t like him – something he’s actually yet to experience – he would just let it slide. Why waste his energy? But ever since he’d started at Shiz and met you, he’d found himself unable to leave you alone. 

“I know,” you glance back at him over your shoulder. “But some of us actually want to study and spend their time here learning, Tigelaar.”

Fiyero hurries his steps a little so he’s walking alongside you. “Did you miss the part where I said it was my job to corrupt my fellow students when I started here? It’s never too late, darling.” He flashes a grin your way.

You can’t help but roll your eyes at him, right at the same time you almost miss a step and stumble a little. Fiyero is quick, catching your elbow to help steady you. You don’t look at him as you steady yourself, meaning you miss the look of worry in his eyes.

“Are you all right?”

You clear your throat and shake off his grip. “Consider me corrupted by your presence.” 

With that, you make a beeline away from him and you’re glad to notice that he doesn’t attempt to follow you. You highly doubt that he’s going to follow you all the way to the library. Fiyero and the library have never exactly gone hand in hand. 

~~

The next time Fiyero bothers you, you’re sat on one of the benches by the gardens. There’s a book in your hands and he can see you staring intently at it as he saunters over to you. It’s almost like he’s approaching a wild bird or something, he thinks. If he moves too quickly, he’ll frighten you and scare you away. It’s the last thing Fiyero wants to do.

He’s a few steps away from you when you look up from your book and meet his eyes. His face breaks into a smile as he moves the last few steps and takes the spot beside you on the bench. You turn to look at him, your eyebrows raised. 

“Now, don’t say I’m interrupting your study,” he begins. “That book is most definitely not in the curriculum. And yes, I did actually take the time to look the curriculum up after I saw you reading here the other day, if you can believe it.”

For a few moments, you only stare at him. Fiyero, for the first time probably ever, finds himself actually a little uncomfortable at your unwavering gaze. It surprises him. He’s never the type of person to feel uncomfortable. He’s confident in almost every situation.

You let out a sigh. “It may not be in the curriculum, but you’ve interrupted me nevertheless, Tigelaar.”

“Apologies,” he says, with a small smirk. “Am I corrupting you even more with my presence?”

“Something like that.” You close your book and sit it on the small space of bench beside you. You had actually just been reading the same page over and over for the last twenty minutes and trying to convince yourself to stop overthinking things. 

You had so much studying to do, so much to learn and so many assignments to do and so little time to do it all. It was probably a little counterproductive to be sitting outside, reading a book and doing none of those things, but if you didn’t try and have a break from them all, you were pretty sure you were going to burn yourself out, which was the last thing you needed. It would have helped if you’d actually been able to relax and enjoy your book, though.

“Is it any good? Your book. Not that I’d read it, of course,” Fiyero grins.

You try your best to conceal your amusement. “I’d offer to lend it to you but, as you said, you wouldn’t actually read it so… I’ll keep it safe with me. I doubt the Winkie Prince knows how to properly take care of books if he can’t read them.”

Fiyero gasps jokingly. “I’ll have you know I can read, I just choose not to. I prefer to fill my brain with much more useless things. That way, I don’t have to think. It’s a peaceful way to live, my darling.” 

You shake your head, this time unable to keep a smile off of your face. Fiyero likes the sight of it. It strangely makes his heart beat a little faster. He can’t actually remember the last time he saw you smiling… not that he’s been keeping track. 

“How about you join me?” He offers. “No more studying for the rest of the day and no more thinking? I’m positive I could find something we could do to fill the time.” 

The reminder of studying, however, brings you back to reality after you small moment of joking with Fiyero. You reach down and grab your book before standing up and turning to face Fiyero, who is looking at you with slight concern in his eyes at your sudden movement.

“I can’t,” you say simply. “I’ve been reading all morning and there is a lot I have to do. I’ll see you around, Tigelaar.”

He watches you with furrowed eyebrows as you walk away from him, clutching your book to your chest and heading in the direction of the library. Fiyero shakes his head and lets out a small laugh. He really thought today would be the day he’d win you over.

~~

A week goes by without Fiyero even getting to utter a word to you. He sees you, though, fairly often around the school. In the courtyard, in the library (where he definitely didn’t go specifically looking for you), in history class and in the dining hall. But every time he’s thought to approach you, you’ve disappeared before he could even make his move. It’s on the seventh day when he notices that something is different about you.

You’re coming out of the library, carrying several books and what looks like a stack of papers in your hands when you trip. Fiyero isn’t quick enough to cross the courtyard and get to you in time to stop your fall. He does, however, take off at a run to be by your side as you start collecting all of the scattered pieces of paper and books that had fallen out of your grasp.

“It’s all right, Tigelaar. You don’t have to help me,” you mutter, trying to shove books into your already overfilled bag. “It’s a Friday night. I’m sure you’ve got other places to be.”

Fiyero, truthfully, does have other places to be. He’s been invited to the Ozdust Ballroom by nine separate people today. But how can he leave you to just clean all this up by yourself? He can see just by the look on your face that you’re utterly exhausted.

“I do,” he says honestly. “But I’ll help you with this first.”

He’s surprised when you suddenly stop putting things in your bag and when he looks up, he finds you staring at him again. It makes him uncomfortable in the same way he felt last week when you’d looked at him in a similar way. 

“Okay,” you sigh. 

Your lack of energy in fighting him is the second thing to make Fiyero realise something is wrong.

After the two of you finish picking up all of the things you’d dropped, the both of you stand. Fiyero opens his mouth to say something when he notices you start to sway. He’s quicker this time, moving to catch you before you fall. His arm wraps around your waist to keep you steady, while his other hand takes the book bag off your shoulder and moves it straight onto his. He’s surprised by how heavy it is. 

“Woah, darling, what’s going on?” Fiyero looks down at you as you blink and push yourself away from him. “Hey, be careful, okay? I think you were just about to faint.”

You shake your head. “I just stood up too fast, that’s all.” You know the words are a lie, and you can tell that Fiyero knows that as well. First, he’d seen you trip coming out of the library, then he’d caught you when you’d almost fainted… you can’t hide it from him. That much becomes crystal clear immediately.

“Let’s get you somewhere you can sit down, okay?” Fiyero begins. “May I?” He gestures to you, asking silently if he can wrap an arm around you to support you incase you fall over again. 

You nod and allow him to guide you just around the corner into the small seating area off to the side of the library. It’s dark, the lanterns not being lit yet despite the fact that the sun had gone down over twenty minutes ago.

“I swear I’m not usually this clumsy,” you say sheepishly. “That’s twice you’ve stopped me from falling in the last two weeks… I suppose I should say thank you, Fiyero.”

Fiyero sits you down gently on the bench and sits your book bag down on the ground. He crouches down in front of you and reaches up to take your hands in his. He’s surprised when you don’t immediately pull away from him. “I don’t think you’ve ever called me by my first name before.”

“Oh,” you think on it for a second, trying to ignore the warm feeling of his hands and how comforting it is. “I guess I haven’t. Sorry, Tigelaar.”

“No, no,” Fiyero shakes his head. “Don’t go back to that. I like when you call me Fiyero.”

“Well, I suppose it is your name,” you offer a small smile.

“There’s that gorgeous smile,” Fiyero smiles back at you and squeezes your hands. “Now, are you gonna tell me why you almost just fainted on me and why you’re clumsier than you usually are, darling?”

You stay silent for a few moments and just when Fiyero begins to think that you might just brush him off and try to make a quick exit like you did last week, you start to speak.

“I haven’t really been sleeping well lately,” you admit quietly. “I’ve had so much work to do, I fell behind on my assignments and I took on some extra work from Doctor Dillamond and… despite my best efforts, I guess I let myself get a little burnt out.”

Fiyero looks at you with his eyes full of pity and you hate it. 

“Anyway,” you clear your throat, “that’s not important. Why would you care?”

Your attempt to make light of the situation fails spectacularly, judging by the look that Fiyero gives you afterwards. You’ve never seen him look that unimpressed before. 

“Of course I care,” he says, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Why, though?” You can’t help but ask. “Why are you so fixated on me?”

Fiyero sighs and moves to sit beside you, letting go of your hands in the process. “If you’ll allow me to be honest with you for a moment,” he starts, “I suppose… you’re the only person at Shiz that doesn’t treat me like the perfect Winkie Prince that everyone thinks I am. You’re the only person that doesn’t think I’m perfect, and half the time you act like you can’t stand to be around me, and for some reason that only makes me want to be around you more.” 

“Are you not the perfect Winkie Prince?” You ask.

Fiyero grins. “Oh, not in the slightest, darling. But let’s keep that between us. I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine. How does that sound?” 

You don’t even try to hide the smile that comes to your face at his words. “You promise you won’t tell anyone about what happened today?”

“I promise,” he nods. “But only on one condition: you tell Doctor Dillamond you can’t complete the extra work you signed up for and you take a break to make sure you get plenty of rest before diving into your other assignments. I’m sure I can sweet talk some of the Professors if you need help.” 

He smiles as you hit him with the same look as before, but for the first time, he doesn’t find himself feeling uncomfortable at the sight of it. Now, he finds it slightly amusing and incredibly endearing. He has always found you endearing, he supposes.

“Sweet talking my Professors will not be necessary,” you chuckle. “But okay. It’s a deal. And I’ll keep your secret too. You can continue to be the perfect Winkie Prince to everyone… except me.”

Fiyero laughs. “I’ll just be your Fiyero, then.”

“My Fiyero?” You repeat after him, eyebrows raised. 

He ignores the way his heart beats faster at the sound of those words coming out of your mouth. 

“Yes, your Fiyero,” he hums. 

“Everyone will think that you finally corrupted me after all this time,” you joke, voice teasing. “I’ll just be like everyone else at Shiz. Part of the Fiyero Tigelaar fan club.”

Fiyero fixes you with a look. “Oh, darling. You could never be like everyone else.” 

COMFORT ME

requested by anon :)

james comforts you as you think maybe your life would be better if you were still alive

warnings: soft james 🥺 also this is smut. not really kinky at all but like just super cute, soft smut.

words: 3.2K

Life as a ghost was a lot harder than your husband led it on to be. It was so lonely. You missed your family, and your friends, and your home. And while you absolutely loved James and appreciated the life he had given you in the Hotel Cortez, you found yourself always thinking about what life outside was doing without you.

James was gone somewhere in the hotel taking care of business with Elizabeth and you were left alone in the large suite, thinking about what your life would be like right now if you hadn’t let James kill you here. You thought about living on your own in a house close to your parents with maybe a successful husband — not saying James wasn’t successful, maybe just a husband who was alive — and maybe two kids with a dog and a good paying job.

You thought about these things often. You had all the time in the world to think about a different life, and usually it wouldn’t affect you much. It would cross your mind and you’d shrug it off before moving on, but today, they weighed heavy on your mind. No matter what kind of activity you tried to do to get your mind off of it, it was always there, eating you up inside.

You were finally hitting a breaking point when you were making dinner for your husband and yourself. You stared down at the steak searing in the pan when you thought about how you could just not eat it and be completely fine. How you could never eat or drink or even breathe and be completely the same. How the only reason you were doing this was to get some sense of a life you had previously. Tears welled up in your eyes before you pushed the pan off of the stove and turned off the heat.

“God dammit,” you whispered and wiped your tears away from your cheeks. You hardly ever cried, and you hadn’t ever cried in front of James. It was something that the both of you never did in front of the other. Not that you were uncomfortable with it, you both were just strong individuals and hardly sought for emotional support in each other. And it wasn’t like you never wanted to comfort James emotionally, he just never let his emotions truly show. And it was the same for you.

You let a few more tears fall down your cheeks before wiping them away once more, trying to focus back on making steak for your husband. You sniffled and as you stared at the steak, you only felt your tears come on stronger. “Okay, what the fuck, man?” you mumbled as you once again had to push the steak off of the heat.

“Mrs. March, would you like me to finish making this for James?” Miss Evers appeared behind you as you broke down. You nodded at her before moving over to the bedroom, tears spilling down your face as you try to compose yourself before James would get back. But you couldn’t. The tears kept coming and your body trembled as you sobbed on the bed, your head in your hands.

The door opened and shut in the living room, but you didn’t notice, trying to control your sobs still. You curled up on the bed, hoping that relaxing in your bed sheets would bring to you some reality and help you calm down. Footsteps sounded in the hallway to your bedroom of your suite, being deafened to yourself by your own sobs. The bedroom door swung open, revealing your husband in his usual suit and tie attire. You heard the door open and sat up immediately, wiping what other tears might be on your cheeks before forcing a smile onto your lips toward James. “H-hey, my love,” you greeted him, hoping he hadn’t seen you crying just moments later.

But, he did. He had a frown on his lips before making his way over to you, “what’s wrong, my dear?” He set his hat down on the table on the side of the bed, shrugging off his suit jacket and placing it on the chair in the corner of the room before sitting down beside you. He didn’t know how to comfort you, honestly. The man hardly knew how to comfort himself so seeing you cry really was difficult to solve.

He lifted a hand, placing it on your back and rubbed slow, small circles in between your shoulder blades. You sniffled a bit before shaking your head and looking down at your hands, “it’s nothing.” You fiddled with your fingers just a bit as you leaned into your lover’s touch, appreciating just his touch.

“You’re crying, darling,” he stated, bringing his other hand to your chin to make you look at him. His dark eyes looked into your own for a moment before looking at the wetness on your cheeks and bringing his thumb to wipe it away. He leaned in a bit, placing his lips on your cheeks, the saltiness of your tears invading his mouth.

“I-I,” you stuttered before pulling back from James, letting out a sigh. You weren’t about to tell him what you were crying about. It would absolutely destroy him if you admitted to him you were unhappy with your afterlife. You knew that he would try to take it personally, but you didn’t want to take the chance of hurting him at all. It was already bad enough that you were upset. You didn’t want you both to be emotional messes. “It’s truly nothing,” you whispered to him.

His frown deepened, his eyes softening up as he continued to rub the circles into your back. “Darling, please,” he pleaded, his voice soft, but still holding his accent heavily.

You took in a deep breath, sucking onto your lower lip for a moment, “I miss my family.” You looked away from James as you continued, knowing it wouldn’t be a substantial enough answer for him, “I just wish I could grow old… have kids, a house, a future.” You could feel the tears stinging your eyes again as you put your head in your hands once more, crying into them.

James hushed you, putting his own feelings aside to help you. He was hurt, wanting only to make your afterlife perfect, but he understood how difficult it was to shift from having a future to having the same reality everyday. He wrapped his arms around, pulling you into his lap. You rested your cheek against his chest, your mascara staining the white shirt he had on. He rested a hand on your cheek, wiping the tears away as they fell down. “My love,” he started, burying his face in your hair, kissing the top of your head before continuing, “I know how frustrating it is. Eternal living in one home is extremely aggravating.”

“I-I’m sorry, Ja-,” you got cut off by James pushing a sweet kiss to your lips causing you to immediately melt in his touch. You kissed him back with just as much love, closing your eyes as the two of you molded your mouths together.

He slowly pulled back, opening his eyes once more to look down at you, “don’t apologize, my dear. I wish to see you expressing your emotions more often. It’s the only way I can help.” He brushed your hair out of your face and whispered, “I love you. I would do anything to ensure you were happy. Invite your parents to the hotel, my love. I would love to meet them.”

You tilted your head at him for a moment before whispering, “really?”

“Of course, my love,” he pushed a soft kiss to your jaw as he spoke causing you hum a bit in response, “and if you want a home, I could have this hotel torn down by noon tomorrow and a house built on this very property where we can live. I don’t think you like the many spirits crammed into one living confinement, however.” He pushed another kiss after another to your skin, moving to your neck.

“I would n-never ask you to do that, James,” you said in response, your fingers finding their way into his hair as his lips worked against your neck. The kisses were delicate as if he were afraid to break you, but passionate as to show you how much he loves you. He hummed against your skin as you tugged lightly on his raven locks.

He took in a deep breath before pulling back from your skin for a moment, whispering, “I want you happy, darling. Anything you want.” He slowly brought a hand up to your neck, pushing the collar of your shirt to expose your shoulder. “I love you, Mrs. March,” he whispered before pushing his lips onto your shoulder, slowly undoing the top button to your blouse as he kissed your skin.

“I love you, too,” you mumbled before closing your eyes once more and focusing your attention on his lips on your body. You sucked in a harsh breath as his lips tickled your sweet spot on your neck, feeling the man smirk just a bit against your skin, knowing what spot he just got.

You let out a small whine when he pulled away from your body, gently placing you back down on the bed, resting your head on the pillows. He hovered over you, his hands placed on either side of your head before leaning down, pushing another gentle kiss to your lips. You kissed back, cupping his cheeks as you moved your lips in sync, his tongue prodding at your lips as the two of you made out.

You parted your lips for him, letting his tongue roam every inch of your mouth. You let out a soft moan against his lips, letting your hands wander down to the buttons on his shirt, slowly beginning to undo them until his chest was fully exposed to you. You slowly pulled away from his lips, looking over his body as your fingers delicately ran over his muscles. He shakily took in a breath, letting your hands do as they wish. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, bringing a hand to your blouse once again and finished popping the buttons. He felt himself harden at the sight of your partially exposed boobs, leaning down and pressing gentle kisses to them.

You moaned, tangling one of your hands into his hair once more and tugging as he slowly started to suck deep red hickeys onto your breasts. He moaned against your body, bringing his hands under you and unclasping your red bra. He looped his fingers around the straps and brought it down off of your body, fully releasing your boobs from the piece of clothing. He groaned at the sight beneath him and gently dragged a finger down the middle of your chest, his breath shaky as he continued to drag his finger down your stomach and to your pants, using his hand to push them down to your knees before sitting back, tugging them down the rest of the way. While he sat back, he shrugged off his shirt and undid his belt, pulling it through the loops and quickly pushing off his pants as well, leaving you both in your underwear.

Your eyes wandered down his body. Even though you had seen his body countless times before, it never failed to amaze you. He was incredibly beautiful. “Wow,” you whispered as you played with the hem of his white briefs.

He chuckled, watching your hands as they played around the area he needed you the most, “patience, darling. Tonight is about you.” He brought his hands to your hips, tangling his fingers in your lacy red panties before pulling them down to join your other discarded clothes. He leaned down in between your legs, taking in the beauty that was your wet cunt waiting for him. He let his minty breath hit your clit as he leaned down closely to it and whispered, “you never fail to amaze me, my love.” He pressed a soft kiss to your clit causing you to let out a low moan, feeling your pussy only grow wetter and hotter and needier with the minimum contact.

He delicately started to lick at your clit, your back arching off of the bed as his tongue worked slow circles into the bundle of nerves. He brought a hand from your hip, aligning his pointer and middle finger to your entrance and steadily slid them into you. “J-James,” you moaned out, tossing your head to the side against the pillows. He pumped his fingers in and out of you at a leisurely pace at first, his fingertips rubbing up against your g-spot as he sped up his tongue against your cunt.

He slowly rutted his hips against the bed, moaning against your clit causing a shiver to go down your spine. His fingers curled inside of you, assaulting that one spot inside of you that made your toes curl. He picked up the pace inside of you, locking your clit with expert precision, loving the taste of you on his tongue. He pulled back just for a moment, his fingers still fucking into you, causing you to whimper as the sudden loss of contact. “I love you,” he repeated the whisper, his cool breath hitting your clit. His eyes were on your cunt, watching his fingers disappear in you over and over before whispering the three words once more against your pussy before going back to licking on your clit.

You could feel your orgasm building up fast. Usually, James would have you ask if you could cum, but that was for more bondage sex. It was hardly ever that James would be so slow and passionate with you. As his tongue kept prodding at your cunt, practically suckling on your clit, his fingers pushing against your sweet spot, you began to let go, gripping his hair tightly in your hands as you came, your juices finding their way onto James’ chin as he continued to attack your clit through your first climax of the night.

James slowly pulled back, humming in delight at the taste you’ve left on his tongue. His chin glistened, wet with your cum. “You taste so delicious, my love,” he whispered as he pushed down his briefs, allowing his cock to bounce out of them, earning a moan from you just at the sight. He brought the two fingers that were once inside of you to his lips, licking off the remaining juices before resting his hand on your hip, leaning down above you to press delicate kisses to your neck once again.

You were still coming down from your high when he started to run the head of his cock along your folds, collecting any remaining wetness onto his member. “Do you want me to do this, darling?” he asked against your neck, pulling back just for a second to look at your face as you responded. James was a consent king when it came to you, but he hardly asked in the middle like this. He truly just wanted you to be comfortable.

“Of course,” you whispered in response and brought a hand up to his cheek again, leaning up to place a passionate kiss to his lips. He smiled against your lips before slowly sliding into you, groaning as he bottomed out.

He pulled back from your lips and began to move his hips slowly, setting a gentle yet pleasurable pace. You gasped at how good it felt to have James make love to you rather than ruthlessly fucking you into the bed sheets. Either was amazing, you concluded, and also thought about how this was the perfect way to comfort you after having such dark thoughts. This made you feel so much better, and content with the life you had chosen. And it’s not that it was just because the sex was good, but it made you feel loved.

James tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear as he moaned out, his hips gradually beginning to pick up pace. He held your hip in one hand, your cheek in the other, his thumb casually wiping the mascara stains on your face off as he thrusts into you. You looked into his dark eyes for a moment before closing your eyes, your body overwhelmed with pleasure again already.

James’ cock knew the exact place to hit inside of you, the tip of it grazing your g-spot with every buck of his hips. He groaned as you tightened around him, a sign that you were already so close to your second orgasm. He sucked in a sharp breath as he began to thrust just a bit faster, leaning down to the crook of your neck and peppering sweet kisses there once more, whispering, “I love you, darling. Cum whenever you need to, okay? Don’t hold back for me, my dear.”

You hummed in response to his words, moving your legs to wrap around his waist. The new position had his dick thrusting straight into your sweet spot, his skin rubbing against your clit as he thrusted. It was impossible to hold back any moans or whimpers on your end, the pool of pleasure threatening to already be released if you were to let it. James was almost there, too, the tightness and warmth of your pussy making it incredibly difficult to hold back anything.

“J-James, I-I’m gonna-!” you moaned out before being cut off by your husband.

“Me too, l-love, cum for me,” he whispered, low groans leaving his lips as continued to move his hips at a sweet pace.

You let go, your legs trembling around James’ waist and your back arching off of the bed. Small gasps and moans left your lips as the heat washed over your body, tossing your head back into the pillows as James fucked you through your high, his thrusts starting to grow sloppy as he could feel his own climax growing closer and closer.

“Fuck,” he whispered, thrusting just a couple of more times before bottoming out deeply inside of you, groaning low as he came in you. The thick ropes of cum laced your walls, making you moan at the feeling. As James pulled back, you cupped his face and pressed a long, loving kiss to his lips.

Once you pulled away, James collapsed beside you onto the bed, turning you to face him, his cock still buried deep inside you. You nuzzled close to his chest, peppering sweet kisses to his collarbone as he lit a cigarette and took a drag from the stick. “Thank you,” you whispered, watching his movements.

“For what, my love?” he questioned and looked down at your face with a smile.

“Comforting me.”

“Oh,” he shook his head and let out a soft chuckle before continuing, “that’s my job, my dear. I wish for you only to be happy. Now,” he set his cigarette down on the ashtray before pressing a kiss to your forehead, “about your parents coming to visit. I was thinking we could…”

The two of you spent the rest of the night discussing a plan of your parents visiting, and also discussed future plans, giving you something to look forward to in the afterlife. You were so grateful for James and he was grateful for you. After tonight, you were assured that you wouldn't want your life to be any different.

tags (the way i keep forgetting this): @kitwalker64 @spider-starry @kitwalker02 @mossybank @forevercountess @taikawho @kitwalkerangel @tatestripedsweater @milly-louise

Kinktober 2020 day 10- food play (L. )

I'm such a fucking simp for L iabskanwkwdnebsk he's just so cute??? I love him. So anyway enjoy, also this is so late I'm sorry . P. S this isn't during the Kira investigation

Implied female reader

Summary : it's no secret L likes sweets so he's rather excited when you let him bring it into the bedroom. No plot just horny hours.

It was obvious that L enjoyed sweets, he was almost constantly eating some kind of desert and even eating straight sugar cubes. In fact you don't think you've ever seen him eat something that wasn't a desert.

L had been conflicted lately, his thoughts and mind had been occupied by you as of late, witch was fairly normal as he often thought about you, especially when he was away. It wasn't that he was thinking of you that was the problem, but rather how he was thinking of you. His mind would begin to drift to less pure places the longer it wasn't filled with murder cases and criminals. It wasn't often L felt particularly horny, and even when he was he'd never been quite as eager. He reasoned that it was because he hadn't seen you in almost 2 weeks and desperately wanted to touch you again, but deep down he knew that wasn't the hole story.

Deep down he knew it was also because of his recent dirty fantasies. It seemed like whenever his mind began to wander to filthy places it always seemed to fallow the same basic desire, you layed on his bed completely naked and dripping just for him, chocolate sauce covering your body inviting him to run his tounge along your (s/t) skin. He wanted to cover you in sweets from chocolate sauce and wiped cream to cake frosting and butterscotch.

L smiled to himself at the thought of the sweet confectionerys dripping down your thighs and smeared across your breasts. He hoped you'd let him act out his little fantasy with you. He was eager, something that was quite rare for the Raven haired detective. The blue light from his various monitors illuminated his perverted grin in the dark room as he remembered that he came back tomorrow. You were no doubt just as excited as he was, even if it was for slightly different reasons.

You didn't question anything when you received a package full if various sweets, figureing that it was for your sugar addicted boyfriend. You were just about to put them away when you heard the door open and shut with a click. You walked out of the kitchen and smiled at the familiar slouching man in front of you. "L! Welcome back, I missed you" He made his way over to you and wrapped his lanky arms around you. "It's good to see you again y/n.did you get the box of things I sent here? " You nodded and chuckled slightly "yah it's in the kitchen, I was going to put them away but you got home" He let out a quiet hum before retrieving the box. He wasted no time grabbing you hand as he pulled you towards your shared room, this wasn't abnormal as L often dragged you to the seclusion of your shared room in order to cuddle and talk. This seemed different though, L seemed oddly eager to get to the bedroom and you wondered as to the reason why.

Walking in before locking the door and tossing the box onto the large bed. He turned back to you and brought your face closer to his, he pressed a soft but eager kiss to your lips as his arms now snaked around your waist to pull you closer. He niped at your lip slightly asking for entrance witch you gladly gave him, you parted your lips slightly and his tounge immediately darted in to sweral around yours and explore your mouth. He tasted like sugar, no doubt from something he ate earlier in the day, his hands gingerly ran along your waist and under your shirt. It always surprised you how handsy he could be when he was horny, fingers trailing gently over your skin before squeezing and groping at anything he could.

Breaking away from the kiss to breathe, you looked up at L's normally stock face to see an adorable smile painted apon it. "I want to try something new y/n...please?" You nodded already haveing a vague idea of what he was planning. Gently he pushed you back onto the bed and began striping off your shirt and sweatpants as you stripped off his long sleeve shirt and bagy pants. You couldn't tell at first because of how bagy his pants were but he was already hard. He unhooked your bra before tossing it haphazardly to a random spot in the room. He kissed you again, tounge invadeing your mouth as he ground his erection against your clothed sex.

You moaned into the kiss as one of his hands met your breasts, pinching and rolling your hardened bud between his fingers. This time it was L who broke the kiss, leaning back and removeing your panties he opened the box next to you on the bed and dumped out it's contents before tossing it away. The first thing he reached for was the chocolate syrup, popping open the cap and tilting it upside down he drizzled it along your breasts and stomach, a little bit on your thighs. You looked to gorgeous in front of him, dripping with chocolate sauce and arousal.

He leaned down to your chest and pressed a long lick with the flat of his tounge, just above your breast all the way up your neck and to your jaw.

Long firm licks all over your chest collecting the sweet liquid on his tounge before his mouth latched onto your breasts. His skilled tounge sweraling and laping at your harden nipple and chocolate covered skin as his hand came to kneed your other breast. You moaned and gently tugged at his Raven locks as he continued his assault on your chest. Soon he switched sides, licking your other breast clean before doing the same to his now chocolate covered hand.

He moved lower and lower down you body, not missing a single drop as he left wet kisses and kitten licks over your stomach and thights.

Finally he came down to your dripping sex, his warm breath makeing you shudder. Wide and flat his tounge pressed a firm lick over your dripping folds and clit, you moaned out and shuddered. He continued to eat you out like a man starved as his mouth kissed and sucked your clit, tounge running along your sensitive folds tasteing you. You moaned and gasped from the feeling of him pressing further against your puffy clit. Two willowy fingers slid into your pussy and wiggled around ripping a moan from your mouth. His tounge slipped in, writhing and rubing against your walls. Pleasure washed over you as you came, L didn't stop however, wet muscle still inside you and tasteing every part of your sensitive area.

To him you were the sweetest snack and he most certainly wasn't done. Tounge and fingers still inside you, his slender digits started to trace along your soft walls, S-W-E-E-T. Your back arched off the bed and your hands tangled in his black hair. Your legs shaked as you came again. This time l pulled back, rummaging through the various sweets he picked up a container of cake frosting, popping open the lid his slick fingers scooped up a generous amount of the creamy substance before his now frosting covered fingers dipped down and scooped up the slick coating your folds, a little frosting getting slightly smeared on them. He'd get that later. Bringing his fingers to his mouth he licked them clean of the frosting and your cum before dipping his head back down to get anything he missed.

His cock was throbbing and pleading to be stuffed in your over sensitive cunt. He removed his boxers ready to suff himself in you but you stopped him. He was confused for a split second before he realised what you wanted to do. You got off the bed and sat him down where you once were. You licked from the bace of his cock to the flushed red tip, already dripping with bitter precum. His eyes were almost wider than normal answer they stared at your form. You reached over and grabbed the can of wip cream, the pssssssggggggccchhhhhh (cut me some slack) sound from the can was the only sound in the room, you covered almost his entire dick in wipped cream before giveing him a wink.

You licked his cock clean, only a few bits of wipped cream here and there as you took him into your mouth. You bobed your head up and down takeing as much of him as you could, his hands tangled in you (h/c) locks as you gaged around him slightly. His head was thrown back as almost calm moans reverberated through his chest. For once his mind was blank, zooming through cloud 9 as your mouth worked wonders sucking him off. Your mouth left his cock with a wet pop as you grabbed the butterscotch. L watched with bated breath as you opened it, his cock twitched as the thick liquid drizzled down his shaft before you once again took him into your mouth.

He was close as you took him a little further, throat constricting and gagging against him. His hips jolted a little further into your mouth. You could feel him twich in your mouth, tounge sweraling around him and tasteing the sweets you previously put on him. He let out a quiet groan as he came in the back if your throat, you did your best to swallow all the thick and bitter liquid. It wasn't to bad as his cum mixed with the butterscotch slid down your throat. You pulled off of him and licked your lips.

He pulled you on top of him, his back hitting the soft sheets of the bed you shared. He gripped your thighs and ass with sticky hands as lifted you up and onto his cock. He slowly eased you onto his member, dark grey eyes staring as you stretched around him. You leaned and burried your face in his neck, moaning as he bottomed out inside you. He started thrusting upwards and your hips bounced to meet with his each time. The sound of slapping skin and airy moans filled the dark room.

The knot in your stomach started to tighten as your bounceing continued to meet his upward thrusts. His cock dragged against your walls letting you feel every vein as he hit your spongy g-spot. You were nice and tight around him, he could tell you were still sensitive from earlier. His hands gripped your ass and thighs as he kept up his pace. His cock twitched and he felt your pussy squeeze him tight. Spilling over the edge he painted your walls white, your legs shuddering and quakeing as yet another orgasm ripped through you.

Your breathing was heavy as L wrapped his arms around you to hold you in place.

"L... Let go, we gotta clean up, I feel sticky" You said, head still burried in his neck. He let out a long hum before responding. "Yes, I suppose that's right. Alright let's take a bath" You looked up at him and were greated by his warm adorable smile. "Yah, let's go"

The end for now

Ignore that this is wayyyyyyyy of schedule, the next few will probably be hcs because I need to get caught up.

Anyway this was absolute filth.

Prized Possession - BamBam Smut

Pairing: BamBam + F Reader

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: Mafia AU, Heavy degradation, Gun play, Unprotected sex, Dom BamBam, Sir kink, Begging, Threats, Daddy kink, Sadist BamBam, Masochist Reader, Impact play, Heavy dirty talk, Facial, Face Fucking, Possessive behaviour.

(Note: Please do not read if you are sensitive to threats and/or weapons. I DO NOT encourage the use of loaded guns, nor any potentially dangerous object without precaution and thorough research and risks and safety. This is a work of fiction.)

You pointed your gun at the body that was laying limp on the floor of the warehouse, BamBam circling the both of you carefully.

“You know, I would have made this so much less painful if you hadn’t gone and decided to be so god damn stubborn. Dumb ass.”

You stepped closer until your heel was pressed against the mans back, pulling the trigger of your weapon and sighing when blood hit your shoes.

“For fuck sake. These are my favourite shoes.”

Bam laughed as he took the gun from you, passing it off to one of the other men you’d brought with you and following you out of the building toward your car.

“You know, you look really sexy when you’re working, Boss.”

You rolled your eyes aggressively at him, climbing into the back seat and signaling to your driver that you were ready to leave.

“Shut up, Bammie. I’m your boss for a reason.”

He leaned over to kiss your cheek in what looked like an innocent display of affection between close friends, the words that followed conveying something entirely different.

“You’re right. You are my boss. But don’t forget that I’m still your Daddy, Baby Doll.”

You hit his shoulder, frowning as he laughed at your flustered expression. You tried to ignore him, willing the blush covering your face to calm down.

His hand stayed resting on your thigh the entire ride, only moving when you finally pulled up to the club. You hated meetings and even more than that, you hated clubs. But, business was business and you didn’t have much of a choice in the matter.

Bam stayed close behind you, following you through the club toward the VIP section, his eyes scanning the room continuously. It was his job to keep you safe, after all. Your contact was easy to spot, his bright white hair standing out among every one else.

“Jackson! It’s good to see you.”

You exchanged a hug, Jackson planting a kiss to you cheek in the process. Bam took note of the hands that were dangerously low on your back, barely hovering above your ass and instantly ruining his mood.

“It’s good to see you too, Princess. It’s been far too long, don’t you think?”

You nodded, agreeing with him as you sat down, Bam’s hands connecting with your thigh possessively as soon as you were hidden from view under the table.

“You remember BamBam, don’t you?”

You motioned to your side where he was sat trying to hide his sulking. Jackson’s laugh was as clear as the smirk he had painted across his face.

“Of course I do. How could I forget him when he’s always so far up your ass?”

You glared coldly at him, your fingers stroking soothingly over your boyfriends hand.

“Don’t be a dick, Jackson. He isn’t my main guy for the aesthetic. You know just as well as I do that he could put you on your ass.”

Bam couldn’t deny that he was easily bugged by the fact that nobody knew about the nature of your relationship. As far as anyone knew, he was your most trusted worker. Nothing more, nothing less. He knew that you kept it to yourself for both of your safety, but that didn’t stop the bad taste in his mouth as he was forced to sit there and watch your business partner flirting shamelessly with you for over an hour.

Needless to say, he was absolutely thrilled when you finally excused yourself, humming in agreement when you told Jackson that you had some important things that you needed to take care of. He gave a respectful nod when you said your goodbyes, nudging you out until you finally made it to the comfort of your car.

His hand wrapped around your throat as soon as you were inside the vehicle, hidden by the black windows from the prying eyes of anyone who may have been close enough to catch a glimpse of you.

“I reaaaaally didn’t like what I saw in there, Kitten. He really seems to think that he has a chance with you, doesn’t he?”

You didn’t answer, his hold getting tighter as he pressed his lips aggressively against yours in a harsh kiss. Honestly, it was more of a possessive display than a proper kiss. His teeth caught your lips for a second when he pulled away.

“It’s too bad that he doesn’t know who you belong to, isn’t it? He’ll never get to touch you the way I do. I don’t care how important you are, Baby Doll. You’re mine. You’re my little Kitten, aren’t you?”

He let go of your throat and you nodded, feeling the wetness covering your panties as you caught your breath.

“Yes Sir. I’m all yours. You own every part of me, Daddy.”

His groan was your approval, a knock on the window interrupting you as you came to a stop in your drive way. You both got out, earning a concerned look from your driver.

“It’s fine, we have to look over a few deals.”

Your reassurance was enough, encouraging him to leave as you unlocked your door. You walked in, barely getting a chance to drop your bag before Bam had a hand locked in your hair, your head being pulled back as he held your body close against his.

You didn’t fight him, allowing him to guide you up the stairs and into your bedroom. You were shoved toward the bed, his hands leaving you as he stood standing at the end of it with you kneeling up in front of him, staring at him ready to do whatever he asked you to.

His hand touched your cheek gently for a moment before pulling back and connecting with you roughly, a loud ‘smack’ echoing through the room, your tiny moans following as the pain that you loved stung on your skin. Your eyes were wide, practically begging him to hit you again.

“Daddy is gonna show you exactly who you belong to. I’m going to break you until you can’t remember anything but my name and you’re begging for my cock. Do you understand?”

You were whimpering, nodding hastily before he even finished his sentence. You froze when he gripped his gun and slid it from it’s holster, the barrel gliding over your chest and up further until it was pressing against your lips.

You opened your mouth obediently, allowing him to slip the tip of it into your mouth, your tongue peaking out underneath it.

“That’s my girl. You’re Daddy’s dumb little Kitten, huh?”

You moaned as he pressed his gun further into your mouth before pulling it out and repeating the action, having you suck it the same way you’d suck his cock.

“Stupid little slut. You like this? You like sucking Daddy’s gun off like a filthy whore? Oh, Kitten. I could fucking end you right now, you know that?”

His threats only turned you on more, your hips grinding pathetically against the bed sheets in a useless attempt at gaining some kind of friction to your aching core.

“Mmm, you know Daddy won’t do that. It’s much more fun to hurt you in other ways. I know how much you love it. You’re my pretty pain slut.”

The gun was removed, being dropped beside you on the bed so that Bam could undo his belt and get his pants down far enough to free his throbbing length.

“Please, Sir. I want it. You know I can take it, Daddy. Use me. Use your property.”

He had to pause for a moment to collect himself, feeling his resolve slipping with every word.

He didn’t reply, instead choosing to force his cock between your lips, pressing your head down until your nose met his stomach. You were gagging around him, struggling slightly, your hands squeezing at his thighs. You knew he’d stop if you used your signal, so you weren’t worried at all. You loved the feeling of him fucking your throat.

He pulled you up, slapping your face and groaning from deep within his throat when he heard the wet sound that the spit covering your face created.

“Fucking whore. You’re drooling everywhere. You’re a fucking mess, Kitten. You’re my mess. My whore. You’re all fucking mine.”

You didn’t get to reply, his cock back in your mouth seconds later, hips thrusting against you forcefully as he used your mouth to get himself off.

He pulled out right before he finished, his cum painting your face, some landing on your lips as you stuck your tongue out to catch a taste of him. He was panting, smearing his mess on your cheeks and slipping two fingers in your mouth.

“You belong to me, Kitten. You’re Daddy’s most prized possession. Daddy loves his obedient little girl.”

Prey for You

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: You have a thing for prey hybrids. You admit. The way they tremble under you while simultaneously baring their neck for you gets you off. It’s not your fault Chan’s friend group has so many pretty little boys that you’re constantly running south of him. You see, the wolf hybrid doesn’t very much appreciate you preying on his friends.  Warnings: switch!reader, switch!chan, wolf!hybrid chan, fox!hybrid reader, chan has a big dick, size kink, too much dirty talk, power dynamics, degradation, messy dirty sex so don’t @me

Credit to the gif that started my chan obsession 

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Hey, Jealously

pairing: fiyero tigelaar x reader

summary: fiyero had been entranced by you since his first day at shiz university, but you never gave him the time of day. So, how was it that a munchkin boy you didn’t even know was making you laugh in the corner of the library?

warning: none

word count: 2.5k

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The grin that Fiyero was attempting to maintain across his features was beginning to ache. Had he been paying attention to anything but the two figures all the way across the library, he would have noticed how his clearly plastered-on smile was beginning to have his peers that sat around him begin to glance nervously at one another.

And he would have been aware of the way his left eye twitched ever so slightly.

“Are you alright?” One of the girls in front of him timidly asked, eyes scanning over his features in caution. He had been the one to approach their table, swagger in his step and hands in his pockets, yet he had barely gotten two words out to them before his attention had snagged on something across the room and he went silent.

“Hm?” The boy was still yet to pull his attention away from the two classmates that were huddled close together at a table tucked into the corner, giggling inaudibly. Fieryo seemed to snap out of it suddenly, head turning back to his peers, “Why, yes. I’m quite alright.”

This made the girls glance uneasily at one another, seeing as his borderline scary smile was still resting eerily upon his features.

Another one of the girls cleared her throat from beside him, boldly leaning forward and placing her hand delicately on top of his forearm that rested against the table, “Are you certain-”

“If you’ll excuse me.” It was almost as if the prince was oblivious to his blatantly rude attitude as he all but shrugged off the girl's touch and began striding across the room, where he had once more set his gaze upon the thing that had made his breath hitch upon first sight.

You were sat down beside a munchkin boy that- despite your best efforts- you could not for the life of you remember the name of.

Earlier that day in one of your classes, you had been paired with him for a project and while you had never spoken to him before, he had approached you after class with a good-natured joke that had made you laugh and immediately warm up to him.

Even as you wracked your brain tirelessly during the walk from the halls outside of the classroom to the library, you had been yet to come up with a name that went with his face. And as horrible as you felt about it, you knew it would be worse asking for a refresher, seeing as you had been zoning out when the professor was assigning the partners and you had been driven into a near frenzy when you hadn’t heard the name of yours.

He was intelligent and kind, though, and you did not mind working with him in the slightest. There were much worse partners you could have gotten paired with during the class.

A throat cleared from above the two of you, causing both of your eyes to shift upwards, “Hello, darling.” The owner of the voice warmly greeted.

Speak of the devil. Or the prince.

The boy that stood above the pair of you was the one you had initially been dreading that you had been paired with. Fiyero.

Ever since he joined part way into the school year, the menace would not leave you alone. You had met during his first night, having accidentally ran into him- literally- whilst you were hurrying back from the library to your dorm, and your books had been sent flying every which way.

Though he had immediately apologized and dropped to his knees beside you to help you pick up your scattered belongings, what he did next was what sent off the alarm bells in your head.

As if he hadn’t even glanced at you before trying to pick up your books, when he went to hand you one, he froze all together, arm partially outstretched. His eyes locked on yours and his lips had parted slightly.

All you did was raise a singular brow at him, internally concerned that you had some leftover dinner residue on your face, and that seemed to snap him out of whatever trance he had been sent into.

“Why, hello there,” He titled his head to the side, a charming smile blooming on his face, “My name is Prince Fiyero Tigelaar, darling. What’s yours?”

You knew who he was- of course you did- he was all anyone had been talking about for the last seven hours since he had arrived. And of course, that also meant that you knew you weren’t the first one he was trying to charm.

Setting your jaw, you had quietly murmured your name before quickly scooping up the rest of your books, thanking him quickly before scurrying off on your way without a glance back in his direction.

Turned out, stubbornness was one of his- many, in your opinion- annoying traits.

He was quick to rise to his feet as well, striding after you until you were hurrying along together side by side, “Late for an appointment, are we?” He teased, an easy smile resting on his features now.

All it took was a quick, sidelong glare from you to have the smile dropping from his features, confusion replacing it.

“Save it.” You snipped, arms tightening around your books. You were unwilling to allow yourself to fall into the same trap that so many of your peers already had. That trap being five foot eleven and currently had a frown pulling at his features.

“I don’t understand-” He tried speaking.

“Shocker.” Came your interruption with a roll of your eyes.

He stopped walking all together after that, staring after you with a look that resembled a kicked- puppy.

To be honest, you had thought that night was your first and last ever interaction with Fiyero, but apparently, you were wrong. So very wrong.

After that night, Fiyero had apparently made it his life's mission to figure out why you hated him- none of the other students did, so what did he do that was so bad to you?

Whether it was sitting next to you in the dining hall uninvited and talking your ear off, or waiting in the halls for you after every class- even the ones he wasn’t in with you- and walking alongside you to wherever your next destination was, it was like you couldn’t shake him no matter what you did.

Despite your best efforts not to, over time, you had become accustomed to his constant presence. Slowly, you had found yourself despising his companionship less and less, but you still refused to throw yourself at his feet like all of your other classmates did.

You weren’t oblivious, you saw the way he flirted with many other students when he wasn’t directly by your side, and because of that, you would not allow yourself to fall so easily like they had.

“What do you want, Tigelaar?” You droned in unamusement, crossing your arms over your chest and gazed up at the boy with eyebrows raised, waiting.

Gone from your features was the soft laughter that he had noticed lingering across the room as the munchkin boy from beside you had said words Fiyero- much to his annoyance- could not hear.

What was he saying to make you smile like that? To make you laugh?

Fiyero wasn’t oblivious either. He was surprisingly observant when it came to you, actually.

He was in the class that the partners had been assigned in, sat in the back with his fingers crossed tightly under the desk in hopes that your names would get called together. Being that he was in the back of the classroom, he had a perfect view of you, in the front, constantly scribbling down notes and drinking in everything the professor was saying.

Because of this, he also knew that you hadn’t a single clue who the boy next to you was before this evening.

So how could he be bringing a smile out of you when Fiyero had never been able to do so himself?

“Well?” Apparently the currently brooding prince had been silent for too long, leaving impatience to seep from your tone and the munchkin boy to glance between the two of you.

As if he hadn’t missed a beat, he beamed down at you, a light in his eye that wasn’t forced in the slightest as he gazed upon you, “Can’t I just drop by to see how you’re doing?”

If anything, you only began to eye him more wearily after the words came out of his mouth, “You’re acting weirder than normal.” You commented.

The quiet boy beside you apparently decided that was the moment to break his silence as he cleared his throat, “We’re working on our project for magical theory. You’re in that class with us, aren’t you? Who's your partner? I clearly lucked out with mine.” He chuckled, placing a hand against your forearm as he spoke, seeming to not even notice that he had done so.

The grip on your arm wasn’t bruising, but it was firm. Almost as if it were meant to send a sign.

Both you and Fieyro noticed, however. Two pairs of eyes snapped to the unwelcomed hand on your arm. Whilst your gaze remained there, Fieyro’s blue orbs drifted up to your face, immediately taking notice of the first signs of uncomfort that crossed your features- albeit briefly and almost unnoticeably.

“May I speak with you, darling?” His mouth was opening and the words were tumbling out in an instant without a single thought going into it as the prince stuck a hand out for you.

Under any other circumstance, you would have stared at him as if he had grown another head or laughed in his face, but the discomfort and surprise from being touched without consent by a boy you didn’t even know the name of seemed to have all logic flying out of your head as you didn’t even hesitate to grab Fiyero’s hand- much gentler than the munchkin boys was against your skin- as he softly helped you to your feet before imminently leading you down the closest row of bookshelves, not stopping until you were both concealed from sight.

The moment the two of you stopped walking, Fieyero turned around to face you, eyes filled with softness and concern, “Are you alright, love?” He asked tenderly.

It was only then that you realized he was still gingerly holding your hand in his, and you quickly slipped out of his grasp, maneuvering your arms to cross over your stomach.

You swallowed thickly then nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine.” You then shook your head a little, laughinging lightly, “I’m being so overdramatic right now, aren’t I? He didn’t even mean to touch me, I bet. It wasn’t even that big of a deal, either. It was just my arm.”

Fieryo’s gaze never once wavered from your own as you rambled, not cutting you off as he allowed you to finish getting your words out before he said, “It’s not being overdramatic if he made you uncomfortable just then. He had no right to touch you without you saying so.”

Another humorless laugh left your lips as you ran a hand through your hair, in disbelief with yourself, before you closed your eyes and sighed, “I should go back and apologize, that was rude of me.”

Before you could even fully turn on your heels, however, a gentle hand caught your wrist, a hold that could very easily be broken by you if you so wished, but it surprised you enough to stop.

As you turned to face Fiyero, his mouth snapped shut, almost as if he had forgotten anything he was going to say.

“What happened to me giving consent to others touching me?” The words were meant as a light hearted joke- something you had never done with the boy in front of you- but it had caused his eyes to imminently widen as he dropped your wrist and took a large stepped back, sputtering out apologies. This time, the soft laugh you let out was for real, “I was kidding.”

Fiyero blinked at you in surprise, “Oh.” Was the only thing he seemed to be able to say.

You cleared your throat, shuffling slightly closer to him, “Hey, thanks for saving me back there. You didn’t have to do that.”

Confusion overtook his features and he quickly shook his head, “Of course I did, please don’t thank me for it.”

Concealed by the shadows of the shelves around you and immersed in the unwavering gaze of Fiyero- away from all of the prying eyes of your peers- you suddenly felt vulnerable. You shuffled your feet back and forth slightly, “It’s not like I deserved it, though. I’ve never been anything but mean to you.”

Of that, you knew for certain. You had been so dead-set on not falling for the same trap as your classmates that you were openly rude to the boy you didn’t want to fall for. There had always been a bit of lingering guilt over that fact within you, but you had always felt as if you were too far gone to go back on it.

A grin suddenly split across his lips as you spoke, admittedly the last reaction you would have thought him to have over those words, “I’ve always kind of admired it, actually.”

It was then your turn for confusion, “Admired?” You questioned.

He shrugged a singular shoulder and you were suddenly aware of how close you two had subconsciously shuffled as he reached up and ever so gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Everywhere I’ve ever gone, people would do anything to win my favor simply because I’m a prince. I’ve quite enjoyed being treated like an outsider by you, as a matter of fact. Made things fun, and like I had to work to earn your favor.” He was speaking softly now.

A shy smile slowly spread across your lips, “Really?”

He nodded, “Really.”

A silence encapsulated to two of you for moments following as you stared at one another, a newfound admiration coming over you as well. Slowly- oh so slowly- the two of you began to lean into the already small space separating you.

Fiyero’s eyes were open, searching yours to see if you were truly okay with what was about to happen, and you answered by pressing your lips gently against his.

The two of you moved in sync and it took a few moments for you to pull away, and when you did, your chests were heaving up and down as you stared at one another with wide eyes, excitement and adrenaline rushing through your veins.

Just as the prince leaned in once more, you leaned back to halt his movements, “I should probably go reschedule to project-”

Fiyero cut you off by kissing you once more, “You don’t even know his name.” He muttered against your lips, “Let me have you all to myself for a just a little bit longer.”

A giggle escaped your lips- a true laugh- at his words and you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled the two of you impossibly closer than you already were.

Hot Toddy (Requested)

Anonymous said: Hello! I just left a tip for you because your writings are so good and well thought out. I was wondering if I could request a scenario or something where the reader is comforting Jooheon because he isn’t feeling the most confident and they end up having sex due to all the love in the air. 😂😭 I find that to be the most romantic and intimate thing. Thank you! And I look forward to part two of the series with Jiho. 😭❤️

Jooheon x Female Reader

Rated: M for Smut

Tags: NSFW, Smut, Fluff, Mild Praise

Author’s Note: Thank you endlessly for the kind words, the request, and the tip ;A; ♡ This was fun to write and I love Jooheon soooo much, I hope that I did him justice and I really, really, really hope that you like it!!! 

Now I have to try my best to look at him when a straight face and not think about this fic when I meet him in a few weeks skjfbsjkfbs. 

“Jooheon, we have to go! You still aren’t ready?” You leaned against the doorframe and sighed when you saw Jooheon’s limp form on his bed. He was faced away from you but you could see the steady rise and fall of his breathing silhouetted against the legion of white flurries dancing outside of his window.

You strode briskly over to him, brushing off the few stray snowflakes that had managed to cling to your hair, and shook his shoulder roughly.

“I’m awake. I just don’t want to go.”

You tried to pull him onto his back so you could see his face but he was faster than you, pulling his blanket over his head at lightning speed and leaving only a few tufts of his black hair sticking out from the top.

You sighed again, exasperated, running a hand through your hair and glancing at your wristwatch anxiously.

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ANGEL, 001

pairings: peter ballard x reader

warnings: soft smut, fingering, cockwarming, p in v, praise kink

song i was listening to while writing this:

you layed on your stomach, your legs slowly swaying back and forth behind you, your hand under your chin to keep your exhausted head up as your eyes skimmed over the lines of the romance novel you were reading infront of you

you were only wearing an oversized top with panties beneath since nobody was around and your white room in the lab was filled with a slight cold breeze from the curtain covered window that was opened ajar, your blanket barely covering your back as your double bed offered comfort from beneath you

this was one of the only times you had alone time in the lab, 8pm when the children were sent off to bed after their scheduled dinner and every orderly and most nurses were sent off to their assigned rooms for the night

usually you would lie there bored until you fell asleep considering you've read every book in the building but one of your friends who worked as a nurse handed you this book, told you to read it so you decided to and honestly you liked it a lot more than you thought you would

licking the tip of your finger gently, you flipped over to the other page only for your reading to be interrupted by the click of your room door opening which was strange considering usually if dr brenner or a guard needed you they would knock

you immediately looked up, a confused expression on your tired face only for that to be quickly discarded for a happy and pleasant smile when you noticed it was only your lover peter who entered, the door closing silently behind him

"hello gorgeous" he greeted quietly before walking over as you discarded your book onto the nighstand and stood up, greeting him back with a soft welcoming peck to his lips "you know you can't be here" you giggled softly, a hint of mischief in your voice

he chuckled, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear "i wanted to see you" he whispered like it was the most obvious thing in the world before diving down and placing soft kisses against your bare neck causing you to gasp from the tickles that his lips left

"peter" you laughed, slightly moving away and wrapping your hands around his neck as yous placed your foreheads together doing your daily eskimo kiss that always made you blush and smile

"y/n" he cooed back, plastering little kisses all over your flushed face but you knew by the way he was acting that and by his sudden appearance that he was clearly wanting something

"what's on your mind?" you asked, taking his hand and leading him to sit with you on your bed "you" he replied, stating the obvious before pulling you onto his lap so your legs were on either side of him and your faces were inches apart

you rolled your eyes playfully, placing both your hands on his clothed chest "what is really on your mind?" you asked again, moving your right hand from his chest to cup his face gently while placing a quick kiss on his forehead

he pursed his lips for a moment like he was contemplating whether to really say what was on his mind or not, you sighed "come on, you can tell me" you assured him, stroking his cheek gently

"i heard of this thing called cockwarming and was wondering if you wanted to try it?" he offered, burying his head into your shoulder before kissing your collarbone

you were always up for anything he wanted to try but you had never heard of cockwarming before "um sure honey, but what is it?" you asked innocently, he moved his head back to face you, his eyes darkened slightly with lust

"it's where we lie down and cuddle but with my cock buried deep inside you" he whispered into your ear lowly, tugging on your earlobe with his teeth while rubbing his warm hands up and down your cold thighs sending a shiver down your spine as you felt wetness pool between your legs

you definitely liked the idea of that, you smiled shyly and nodded causing him to send you a smile back before moving to flip you onto your back and crawl on top of you, hooking one of your legs around his waist as he pushed your top up, placing his palm on your lower abdomen, slowly raking it down to the band of your panties

"you're so beautiful" he breathed out, pulling your panties down your legs and throwing them onto the floor before placing his thumb against your soaked clit, rubbing it in circular motions causing you to let out a surprised whimper

he placed a finger inside you, thrusting slowly causing you to grip his wrist as he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your lips as he quickened the pace, adding another finger shortly after causing you to grip his wrist even tighter from the pleasure that was building up

"p-peter please" you whined into his lips breathlessly, he smirked slightly as your high began to approach but he quickly pulled his fingers out causing you to frown from the loss of your orgasm

he brought his finger to his mouth, licking off your juices as he leaned back to reach down and unbuckle his belt, pulling his trousers and boxers off

you watched as his hard cock sprung out, clamping your thighs together in an attempt for any type of friction at the sight "look at you, wanting my cock so badly princess, you're so good for me" he hummed, leaning down to kiss your nose sending butterflies to your stomach

once he had completely discared himself of all his clothes, helping you to take your top off aswell; he got into your bed and pulled your back into his chest so yous were lying in a sideway position

you grabbed the fluffy blanket and brought it up to cover you both, he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and placed more kisses on your shoulder before pulling your leg up and rubbing his tip along your wet heat "peter" you whined at his teasing

he chuckled, sliding his hard dick into you slowly until it filled you to the brim then he wrapped his arms around you pulling you to flush against his chest, placing his head against the side of yours and kissing your cheek

you could feet your pussy fluttering at the feeling, you were already so turned on and sensitive from him fingering you that you really just wanted him to move inside of you but you knew he wanted this so you stayed as still as you could

"i love you angel" he whispered into your ear, kissing your cheek but when you reached around to kiss his lips it caused your hips to move against his resulting in a low moan erupting from the blondes mouth

"fuck, i can't do this" he grunted, hooking his arm under your leg to pull it up before he started thrusting into you at an alarming speed, you leaned your head back into his shoulder as little strings of moans and curses left your mouth

"you feel so good" he murmured, his dick sliding in and out of you as his hand left your leg to grab onto one of your breasts, pinching at your nipple and massaging it intensifying your pleasure

you could feel a knot forming in the pit of your stomach "b-baby i'm going to-" you could barely form a sentence as the feeling was getting to much, he knew what you were saying though "me too sweetheart, me too" he replied, his rhythm getting sloppier which showed you that he was

"let's cum together" he moaned, you nodded as the knot in your stomach began to release causing your legs to shake as the feeling of euphoria took over your body, low groans coming from peters mouth filled your ears as his hot seed filled you up

yous stayed like that for a few seconds before he pulled out, his cum leaking out of you "i love you so much" he whispered to you before pulling you into a loving kiss

"i love you too peter"

Lonely ♡ L Lawliet

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ L Lawliet x Fem!Wife!Reader ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Author's Note: UNEDITED! Established relationship between L and the reader. This is the first smut I have ever written, so pleaseeeeee be patient with me. I'm just a baby writer (I'm over 18. Don't take this literally). If you find any more warnings I should list, please let me know! I don't own any characters or images!

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Summary: It's lonely being the wife of the greatest detective in the world, especially when he's not the best at showing affection. However, something seems different about him today.

Word Count: 2533

Warnings: Sexual content, themes of loneliness, slight angst, OOC L, Fem! oral receiving, penetration, unprotected intercourse, light breeding kink, praise, begging, daddy kink, creampie.

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You knew what you were getting yourself into when you married him. You knew there would be many nights when he wouldn't come home. You knew there were some compromises you would have to make. Still, it took its toll on you over the years.

It felt like he married you out of convenience. You met young, and you fell so deeply in love with L the moment you saw him. Maybe it was his wit, or the deep charming look in his eyes. All your friends teased your obvious, painful crush on him. You didn't care. Your heart was set from the moment you met him.

The day he approached you and asked you to marry him was the happiest day of your life. You readily agreed without a second thought. You didn't pause to question why he asked. You didn't ponder about the fact you had only a handful of interactions.

"After much observation, I had determined that you will make an exceptional spouse." That's what L always told you when you would ask why. It was true. On the rare occasion that your husband was home, he had a nice meal waiting for him. He had a clean home and a made bed. It was a practical relationship.

He gave you affection, of course, but it always seemed like a chore to him. There were only a handful of times the two of you had been intimate. He never fully seemed to give himself to you, and the loneliness began to weigh you down.

A quick buzz sounded from your phone. You pull yourself off the couch, stretching a bit before checking the notification. It was a text from your husband. He was on his way home, after a week of being caught up in his work and sleeping at the office again. Despite all your conflicting feelings, butterflies fill your stomach. You love your husband. That has never changed.

You rush yourself to the kitchen. Early in your marriage, you'd managed to learn how to make his favorite desserts. You began to slave away over the counters, wanting to give your best effort. L was rarely ever home, so when he was, you gave it your all.

You hear the front door open. He's home much faster than you had anticipated. The desserts you were working on are still baking. You hadn't had time to get ready. Your hair was a mess, your clothes covered in creams and flour, and no makeup. You see L round the corner into the kitchen before his eyes land on you.

"Welcome home, Sweetheart." You say with a chuckle. "You came so much quicker than I thought you would. I haven't had time to finish my cooking or clean myself up."

L is silent, his gaze fixed on you. You grow nervous, fearing his disapproval. He seems tense or frustrated. You have trouble telling what's going on in his mind. He nearly never opens up about his feelings to you.

"Is everything alright? You seem... quiet." You comment, wiping your hands and approaching your husband. "Is everything going alright at work?"

"I want to have intercourse," Your eyes widen as L finally speaks. There were not the words you were expecting to hear. Not even a greeting. Straight to the point. "With you, of course."

"W-Well, no duh with me! I'd sure hope so!" You choke out, growing embarrassed. "What's this about? You seem off, Sweetheart. What's going on?"

"I love you." L says suddenly. He had only said this once before, on your wedding day, and you hardly believed that. It only felt as though it was part of his vows. You were always the more affectionate one, expressing your love without expecting any response.

"I... I love you too." You mutter, shocked by this sudden declaration. "W-What's going on, L. Seriously. If something is wrong, I need to know. I want to help."

"I know you do. You always have." L gives you a rare smirk, awkwardly wrapping his arms around you. Hugs were given on occasion, but this felt different. You could hear his heart beating out of his chest as you lay your head against him. "You have always been my greatest ally, Y/N. I realize that my appreciation for you goes unspoken more often than not. I would like to have intercourse, as a display of my gratitude and affection for you."

You look up at him, scanning his expression. It's comforting to feel his embrace. It's something you rarely get to experience. Yet, you feel this must be too good to be true.

"Darling, you don't have to do anything like that for me to know that you appreciate me, or that you care." Although, in the past year, you truly haven't felt appreciated or loved. You've felt more like a maid than anything.

"Y/N, I want you." He says, in a tone that sounds like a nearly frustrated whine. It's a sound you have never heard before. Still, everything indicates that he is speaking the truth.

He hesitates for a moment before leaning down to meet you face to face. His hands reach to your chin, tilting your head slightly. It's almost as if he's inspecting your face. Just as you are about to ask what he is doing, his lips land on yours.

Your husband was never fond of kissing. He was disgusted by the idea of sharing saliva. Yet, here you were, squeaking in surprise as his tongue forced his way into your mouth. You relax into the kiss. It's soft, and passionate. Your heartbeat practically echoes throughout the room as your excitement increases.

His hands find their way to your waist. He rubs circles on your skin and toys with the fabric of your shirt. You lean into him, your hands roaming his surprisingly toned chest. When you first married, he was much scrawnier than he is now. The thought of your wedding fills your heart with joy.

It was a small ceremony. Private. Very few people knew. Still, you felt as though you were the luckiest girl in the world. When those doors finally opened and L laid his eyes on you, you could've sworn you saw him tear up.

"You are arousing." He whispers in your ear, snapping you out of your pleasant memories. His hands snake under your shirt and gently trace your bare skin. "Even such minimal contact with you can cause a physical reaction."

You look down to see the outline of a very large bulge through L's sweatpants. His arms wrap at your hips, picking you up off the ground. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. His erection prods against you. He carries you to your bedroom, gently placing you onto the bed. His dominance and affection are unusual, but very much welcome.

"Do I have your consent to remove your clothes and proceed with intercourse?" You chuckle at his formality. You've known him so long. He's seen every part of you. Yet, something still makes your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Yes, Lawliet. You do." With that, his hands swiftly move to your pants, sliding them off your hips, down your thighs, and finally off your body entirely. He kneels against the side of the bed, peppering kisses on your skin.

Beforehand, intimacy felt somewhat cold and distant. He had always kept your enjoyment in mind, but had never shown so much affection as he had been showing now.

You feel your arousal pooling as his kisses make their way higher and higher, his thumb teasing at the waistline of your panties. He hooks his index finger around them, slowly pulling them down.

"My, someone is eager." He jokes, his hands positioning your thighs over his shoulders. "Open wide for me, Princess." Simply the sound of his husky voice calling you an affectionate pet name would've made your heart race. What makes your heart nearly explode was the feeling of his tongue swiping a line up your wet core. You let out a shaky breath as he continues, lapping up your arousal.

At first, he is slow and delicate. This is something you had never done before. L was never a fan of foreplay. He enjoyed getting straight to the point. However, as small whimpers and moans escaped your throat, his intensity increased. He grew desperate to hear more, devouring you like an animal. Your thighs squeezed around his head, but this did not stop him. His tongue continued to make your mind go cloudy. Soon, you felt your climax approaching.

"L-Lawliet!" You whimper, moans cascading from your mouth like a waterfall. "I can't take much more!" Your hands, which once gripped the bedsheets, travel to your husband's unruly hair. You tug it lightly, causing him to grunt. His nails dig into your waist as he continues.

Soon, you find yourself releasing on his face with a loud moan. He licks up your liquids and you squeak as his tongue passes back over your most sensitive parts.

Your husband stands, his chest heaving as he undresses. Any remaining garments of yours are shed quickly as well. The moment feels so intimate, and vulnerable. You reach towards the nightstand. With how infrequently you and your husband would have intercourse, you find it somewhat pointless to consistently take birth control. Instead, your primary contraceptive was now condoms. However, L's hand stops you at your wrist.

"I want to have a child. Would this be acceptable to you?" He asks, gently, his eyes never leaving yours. This feels like such a sudden development. L had never expressed interest in having a family before. However, this was something you had been hoping for since the beginning. Tears of joy fill your eyes as you nod. "May I have your verbal confirmation?"

"Of course, my Love." You say quickly, as if the opportunity will pass you by. "I'd want nothing more, but where is this coming from?" Your husband smiles as he leans over your frame, his arms on either side of you.

"I have found myself thinking of you more and more often. The idea of protecting and providing for you has always been in my mind. Yet, in the past few weeks, I have been craving your warmth under the pressure of my current case." L says softly. You listen intently. He has rarely ever opened up about his feelings. Especially not about your relationship. "I do not mean physical warmth in this context. Although, that is something I have missed. I am referring to your overwhelming domesticity and optimism. You are comforting."

"I find you comforting too." Your hand cups his cheek. He nods, happy with your response as he lifts your right leg ever so slightly, positioning himself at your entrance. You look down, spotting his throbbing cock, pre-cum leaking from the tip. You didn't think it possible to become more aroused than you already were, but here you felt your heart race faster and your face grow warmer. He teases you, rubbing himself against your wetness. "Please, Baby." You groan, earning a hitch in breath from L.

He pushes himself in slowly, feeling your warm walls squeeze around his as he bottoms out. He exhales a shaky breath, his nails clawing at the sheets and his eyes squeezed shut. He fears that if he opens his eyes and sees you beneath him, he wouldn't last.

"You take me so well." His voice is low, and he finally opens his eyes. He has given you a few moments to adjust, and he begins to pump in and out of you.

His thrusts are slow and loving at first as he praises you, peppering you with kisses. As your moans and whimpers grow louder, his thrusts pick up in speed, like he's feeding off your pleasure. The sounds of wet slapping skin fill the room, accompanied with L's occasional labored breaths and grunts. Your legs are wrapped around his hips, and your nails scratch into his back. You can tell your husband is getting closer to his climax, as his thrusts become more animalistic and sloppier.

"That's my good girl." He growls as your walls tighten; you're getting closer to your release as well. You whimper, his name slipping from your lips. This only seems to send him further into depravity, as he lets out a loud groan and a hand grabs at your ass.

"I-I'm so close-" You whimper as your husband presses into your sweet spot over and over again. His pace slows down, his eyes laced with desire.

"Beg for it. Beg to cum for me, or I will stop." You don't dare test or tease him. You know that he absolutely has the self-control to stop right then and there. Your legs tighten around his hips.

"No! Please! Don't stop, L. Please, I need this so bad. Please, let me cum. You make me feel so good Daddy." Though you had never called him this before, it seemed to unlock something within him. His thrusts become faster than you can handle, and your orgasm begins to wash over you. "A-Ah! Please! Right there!"

"Fuck." He whispers, lowering his head beside yours. You can hear his subtle cursing and growls right in your ear. Your mind fogs as you reach your climax, biting down on his shoulder as you cum on his cock. "G-Gonna cum-" He does so soon after, emptying himself out inside you with a couple extra thrusts.

He takes a moment to catch his breath before collapsing onto the bed beside you. The glimmer of sweat on his bare chest is truly a sight to see. Somehow, his hair managed to get even messier than it usually is. You giggle, happy to see your husband in such a vulnerable state.

"I hope you found this satisfactory." He turns to you, his eyes shining with affection and adoration. You turn on your side, laying your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you.

"What's gotten into you?" You ask, tracing doodles on his body with your finger. He hums, thinking of a proper way to answer your question. "You're very affectionate today."

"There are a pair of individuals I have been observing for a time. They go by the names of Light Yagami and Misa Amane. Miss Amane is quite affectionate with Mr. Yagami. However, I notice that he often will not return this sentiment. She is left unsatisfied and desperate for any crumb of attention from Light." L turns to you, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. "I do not desire to do the same to you. I do love you, Y/N. Since the day I met you. I would like to have a family with you. I would like to be more present. I want you to feel the love I have for you."

You smile, hugging his tightly. You try to hold the tears in your eyes. You've always been relatively confident that he cared for you and loved you. He just shows his affection a little differently. Yet, his concern for your happiness filled a loneliness you'd refused to acknowledge for a long time.

"I love you too."

protective || matt murdock x fem!reader

you tried to distract yourself from the way you felt about your mom’s new boyfriend, you really did, but matt murdock just makes it so damn hard.

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cw: fem!reader, mom’s boyfriend!matt x reader (so, tw stepcest to be safe), oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected p in v sex, matt invading privacy using his senses as per usual lolol

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“Why were you being so weird the other night?” The question slips from you frustratingly despite your best efforts to approach him carefully and calmly.

Standing there in his office, you’re reminded of the night that had started the chain of events that led to this very moment.

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