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A Loyal Death Eater (Severus Snape x Reader)

Summary: Severus comes home to find he's been left a gift from The Dark Lord--you.

Words: 4901 Warnings: PIV, Human Given As A Gift, Master/Servant, Pet Names, Fingering, Oral Male Receiving, Dirty Talk. Author's Note: Hiiii if you know me then welcome back--WILL I EVER STICK TO ONE FANDOM TO WRITE FOR? The answer is no lol If this is your first time reading my writing then welcome! I hope you enjoy my first ever Snape one-shot!

Severus Snape is tired. So very tired. Tired of living this double life. Death Eater. The Order. Following Dumblerdor’s orders. Secretly protecting Harry. Funneling particular information to Voldemort for the sake of keeping up appearances. All while teaching potions. The vein in his temple throbs at the mere thought of his students. He doesn’t want to think about them now. He doesn't want to think about anything. All Severus Snape wants is to bury his face into a pillow. And that’s exactly his plan as he walks into his home and heads up the stairs towards his room... That is until he notices the piece of parchment stuck to the bedroom door. He’s immediately on high alert. Tension has his spine straight and his shoulders up by his ears. With his wand drawn, he creeps closer, ready to hex whatever intruder has managed to sneak into his home. But the signature at the bottom gives him pause. Why the hell was The Dark Lord leaving him handwritten notes? Dark eyes scan the entire letter. “To my most loyal Death Eater. I’ve left you a gift. A reward for all of your hard work. Use it however you wish and dispose of it when you’re done with it.” Severus raises a brow. It? What exactly was waiting for him on the other side of the door?

There was only one way to find out. With a heavy sigh, he pushes open the door, but what he finds stops him dead in his tracks. A woman sits kneeling on the floor beside his bed. Your head is bowed with your hands placed palms up atop your thighs. But the most shocking thing is that you’re completely naked except for a black and green garter belt on your right thigh. “What is the meaning of this?” he commands, still in a mild state of shock at the scene before him. You, however, do not stir, keeping your body still. “Hello, Master. It is a pleasure to meet you. How may I serve you tonight?” Your voice is warm…feminine…inviting. It draws Severus in and has him stepping into the room. But the closer he gets to you, the more your words sink in. “Forgive me…serve me?” You nod. “Yes, Master. I belong to you now. For as long as you want me.” The realization hits him like a bludger to the face. “You’re…my gift.” You nod again. “From the Dark Lord.” “And why would the Dark Lord send me a human as a gift?” The disgust in his voice isn’t directed at you, but you respond nonetheless. “To use as you see fit. I am yours and any desire my Master has is mine to fulfill.” He doesn’t know a single soul alive or dead who wouldn’t be tempted by such an offer. And though his heart had been lowered into the ground on the same day that Lily’s body was, he is still a man. A man with needs that he hasn’t even dreamt of allowing himself to feel. He’s standing directly in front of you now. “Look at me,” he commands You eagerly obey, and look up at him with large doe eyes. You stare at him with your gaze filled with willingness. He searches your eyes, attempting to find even an ounce of fear or disgust but finds nothing but devotion. As if you truly want nothing more than to serve.

His mouth goes dry and all of his body’s blood supply seems to be traveling south to his cock. This is wrong. Who knows what the Dark Lord had threatened you with…or where he had stolen you from. But everything about you screams submission. It awakens a darker side of himself. One that he hasn’t felt stirring since he was a young, newly appointed Death Eater. Back then Lucius Malfoy would hire girls and throw secret parties down in the dungeons below his estate. It was at these “parties” that Severus found his proclivity for knots…and magically binding girls to the ceiling so he could fuck them until they were begging to cum. It’s a time that he wishes he could scrub clean. Not only from his mind but from the history books of his life. Shame had accompanied him at those parties because he knew this was a part of him that he couldn’t share with Lilly. Even if James Potter had never been in the picture and Lilly had somehow been his. She was too lovely and sweet for that sort of depravity. She would have never enjoyed such things. And he would never— “Master?” Your voice pulls him from his thoughts, his eyes focusing back on you just as you reach out to take his hand. Your grip is so light, almost as if you’re worried your touch will offend him. “I want to please you. Want to give you whatever it is you need. Please? All I want is to be a good girl for you.” A good girl. His cock throbs. How you knew exactly what to say, baffles him. Perhaps you were a skilled Legilimens—allowing you a peek into his thoughts. Either way, you said the phrase that never failed to stop him in his tracks. He grips your hand more firmly and lets his other move to your cheek—to see if you’ll flinch at his touch. But, bloody hell, you lean into his palm and press your lips to the pad of his thumb. Never once averting your gaze. He lets out a breath that he wasn’t aware he was holding. You’re all his. “You said you’ll fulfill any request?” His thumb grazes over your bottom lip, opening it to reveal the tiniest bit of the inside of your mouth. “Anything,” you concur. His mind races with endless possibilities. He hasn’t tapped into this part of himself in years. It makes him antsy to claim you. But Severus Snape is not a rash man. He does not allow his emotions to make him sloppy. He is cunning and calculating. And more importantly, he knows exactly how he’ll have you prove yourself. He slides his foot forward, placing his black leather dress shoe in front of you. “Kiss it.” Immediately, you obey, positioning yourself on all fours before leaning down to press your lips to the tip. But you don’t stop there. In fact, you cover the entire top of his shoe with kisses. With each kiss, you let out a soft, sweet noise–as if this act of obedience is actually bringing you pleasure.

Severus lets out a rough command, “Don’t stop.” You don’t, lowering your upper body further onto the floor, but purposely keeping your hips in the air to showcase the curve of your ass. Your kisses turn to licks, making the top of his boot glisten with your spit. The sight of both almost makes him lose control. “Keep going,” he says through clenched teeth, feeling his cock pulsing within the constraints of his pants. You pull your torso off the floor, moving closer to him so you can start kissing and nuzzling your way up the length of his leg. Not once do you break eye contact. You look at him without fear, without disgust, without judgment.

It's an unusual occurrence for him. He’s used to his students being intimidated by the mere mention of his name. Even in his school days, he had never been known as a looker. But this is different. You are different. You look at him with reverence and lust while you continue your path up his leg. However, once you reach his groin, you stop and sit back on your heels. You return to your earlier position, with your feet tucked under you and your hands resting palms up atop your knees. You’re so submissive. It’s perfection. “You’re waiting for my command, aren’t you?” he asks, moving his hand to hover over the bulge in his pants.

Your eyes dart at the movement of his hand that’s now slowly rubbing his erection through his pants. You seem transfixed but still manage to reply.

“Yes, Master. I’m your property. My sole purpose is to please you.”

“My property?” he breathes, freeing his aching cock from his trousers.

He watches with satisfaction when your eyes widen at the sight of it.

You only nod, too busy watching as he starts to slowly stroke the shaft of his cock. He does this more to tease you than for his own pleasure. It clearly works because you fidget ever so slightly. “You’re my property,” he repeats, louder to refocus you. “My beautiful…little good girl.” Severus pants between words, stroking himself with a firmer grip.

“Yes, Master,” you moan with a lick of your lips. “I’m your good girl.”

“Then prove it by sucking your Master’s cock.”

You almost take him by surprise with how fast you rise onto your knees. Gently, you nudge his hand away before wrapping your own around the base of his cock. You hold eye contact with him while tracing your tongue over the veins in his shaft. “You taste so good,” you moan out and drag your tongue along the underside until you reach the tip. You clearly know what you’re doing. Severus swears his heart beats in time with the flicking of your tongue. Your hand and mouth work simultaneously—tugging firmly while playfully licking. That is until your hand falls away so you can swallow his cock whole. “Bloody hell,” he swears, involuntarily bucking his hips forward.

Pleased by his reaction, you hum and tighten your lips around him as you pick up your pace, bobbing your head up and down while sucking him off. He watches you intently. His dark brown eyes burn almost black as you suck him off like your life depended on it. “The good girl is enjoying this, isn’t she?” he hotly whispers, cock stiffening in your mouth. You nod with a mischievous twinkle in your eye. The sounds of you slurping and sucking with such passion sends Severus into a frenzy. His fingers twitch with the need to touch you. Your mouth is warm and so fucking inviting, like his cock was always meant to be there. He wants…no—needs more. No longer able to keep his hands to himself, Severus’ hand grips the back of your head. Long, nimble fingers tangle within the locks of your hair and start to move you up and down at just the right pace. Obeying his physical commands, you allow him to fuck your mouth while you drool all over him. So much so that he can feel saliva dripping onto his balls. Fuck you were messy. He loves it. Almost too much. But you’re looking at him with an affectionate gaze and it only makes him want more. Both of his hands grip onto your head, thrusting his hips forward so he could slam his cock into your throat. Your hands grab his thighs to try to hold yourself steady and not gag. “That’s it,” he grunts, “choke on your Master’s cock.” You groan with brows knitting together while saliva drips from the corner of your mouth. Severus would have thought he was being too rough if it wasn’t for your crumpled, pleasure-stricken face. He allows himself a moment to take you all in, wanting to commit you to his memory. So that when you’re gone, he’ll still have this image of you prettily sucking his cock. That’s when he notices you pressing your thighs together. Fire pools within his rib cage. You’re actually getting off on this. On pleasing him. On gagging on him. On obeying him. Suddenly, having you down on your knees isn’t enough. “Stand up,” he commands and forcefully pulls away, slipping his cock from your mouth. You take a moment to catch your breath and wipe the spit from your chin. Wanting to give you time to compose yourself, he keeps himself busy by stripping fully out of his clothing and casting a quick protection and contraceptive spell with a few flicks of his wand. By the time you’re on your feet, he’s standing before you naked. Your eyes run over his form and take a step forward with hands outstretched as if you want to touch. He doesn’t give you the chance. Instead, he places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you backward until your knees hit the side of his bed and you fall back onto the mattress with a surprised yelp. Your gaze shifts, looking at him towering over you with large eyes. He steps forward, nudging your knees apart with his leg. “Be a good girl and open wider for me.” Your knees fall apart, giving him a full view of your cunt.

“You’re so wet,” he breathes, in awe that you’re already dripping when he hasn’t so much as touched you. Calloused fingertips run up your inner thighs. The skin there is tender so you shiver until they make contact with your cunt and a chorus of sweet melodies leave your parted lips. You greedily grind into his touch, already wanting more. With a grin, he enjoys himself as he plays with you. He prods your opening and watches your eyelids flutter close. “What a needy cunt you have.” He means it as a compliment, but it’s laced with a snark that’s meant to embarrass you. It works, color flushing over your cheeks. “It’s your cunt now, Master. All of me is yours.” It’s clear that being owned is a massive turn-on for you. And if he’s honest, he’s more than happy to play this game. “That’s right,” he breathes, fingers tracing up towards your clit. “Every inch of you is mine. Including your clit.” He applies pressure to the sensitive bud, causing you to whine and twitch. You nearly come undone from how skillfully he draws circles on your clit. But every time you buck your hips forward, his fingers move away. “More Master. Please, give me more.” You whine and twitch, pleading sweetly. So sweetly that it’s impossible for him to continue teasing you. His fingers move to your entrance, and he plunges them inside your tightness. You cry out in surprise, both hands grabbing ahold of the arm pressed between your thighs. His fingers are long and thick, moving in and out in slick quick thrusts. He finger fucks you mercilessly and you love it.

You toss your head back, mouth falling open wide as you moan towards the ceiling.

Severus leans in, caging you beneath his body, and nuzzles his nose along the side of your face. His body is pressed against yours now and you gasp at the feeling of his hard cock leaking precum on your thigh. “Master…” you whimper, and he chuckles before whispering hotly into your ear. “This belongs to me as well. This tight dripping cunt is mine. Is that understood?” he asks while picking up the pace of his fingers. You struggle to respond, tripping over your words but he doesn’t relent—wanting you to work through the pleasure. “Y-Yes. Yes, Master! I-I understand.” He hums his praise, calling you a good girl before falling silent. For the next few minutes, the only sounds heard are the sounds of your desperate cries and the wet squelching sounds of your cunt. Your orgasm is drawing closer, threatening to take you over. “I…I’m going to–” But your words aren’t needed because Severus knows what a woman looks like before she’s about to cum. “I know, sweet thing,” he cuts you off, looking at you and holding eye contact. “But cumming for me is a privilege. One you must ask for.” You nod your head, gripping his arm tighter, “May I cum? Please let me cum for my Master?” With a proud grin, he says the three most glorious words. “Cum for me.” The permission is all you need, the cord inside you snapping.

Your body goes rigid and your ability to speak is replaced with breathy, unrestrained moans. Your orgasm hits you hard, but it’s only when you limply slump back onto the mattress that he carefully removes his fingers from you. They’re soaked in your juices. Severus suddenly finds himself very parched. You’re looking up at him with a flushed face and glossed-over eyes but are clearly too focused on catching your breath. So, he lets you watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth to suck them clean. You make a noise of surprise, mesmerized by his mouth. Satisfied with this small taste of you, he releases his fingers with a soft ‘pop’. “Mmmh, delicious.” “I’m glad Master thinks so. Thank you for letting me cum,” you murmur politely.

And just when he thought you couldn’t be any more perfect. Sitting beside you on the bed, he grabs your upper arms and hauls you towards him. He crashes his lips onto yours, forcing his tongue inside of your mouth. You return the kiss in a flurry of passion as your hands begin to roam freely over his body. Starting from his shoulder, you trail your hands down his bare chest to his hip bones. He moans into your mouth, enjoying the feeling of your soft hands and the way you gently suck at his tongue. Your hands continue downward until your fingertips brush against his still very hard cock. He breaks the kiss with a smirk. “Is there something you want, Little One?” You brush your lips against his with a nod. “I want to help my Master to cum.” He can already guess what you’re about to say, but still, Severus tucks a lock of hair behind your ear and whispers, “And how do you plan to do that?” “However you’d like me to.” Your answer is immediate but something tells him it isn’t the entire truth. His fingers grip your jaw, tilting it so you’re forced to maintain eye contact with him. “Tell me how you want to make your Master cum.” With wide eyes, the truth pours from your mouth like uncorked wine. “My cunt. Please use my cunt.” Your plea is so desperate that he doesn’t waste any more time leaning in closer until you have to shift your position to lay back on the bed. With a nudge to your thighs, your legs part to accommodate him as he places a hand beside your head, trapping you beneath him. He’s settled between your thighs now with his cock pressed against your core. You moan in unison at the contact. As if it’s painful for both of you to not have him buried inside.

Your hands run from his forearms, over his shoulders, and down his chest. “Take me, please. Let me feel my Master’s cock inside.”

He straightens his back and guides your legs to wrap around his waist fully. You continue to plead, but instead of giving you a verbal reply, he plunges balls deep inside of you. You both instantly tense. He, because of the tightness of your walls clinging around him, and you, because of the sudden intrusion of his cock demanding to be taken. “That’s it. Taking me so well,” he breathlessly praises, slowly moving out, then back in so you’d have time to adjust. Severus had always refused to inflict pain on his partners that they hadn’t consented to and begged for. And he isn’t about to start now. So he waits until he feels you relax.

Your head lulls to the side with a moan, feeling beyond stuffed full, but also whole.

You coo, arching into him. Severus knew he couldn’t keep his movements slow for much longer.

“Is this what you want? To be fucked until I own this cunt?” “Yes!” you whine, starting to grind your hips in an attempt to get his cock deeper. “I want my Master to ruin me for anyone else.” It’s the word ruin that does him in. Unable to wait any longer he slams into you. You yelp, grabbing ahold of his forearms and sinking your nails into his flesh. The slight bite of pain only spurs him on, his pace anything but slow. The rough and steady rhythm of his thrusts has you already clenching around him.

He isn’t sure where to look. At your beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure, or at your cunt that’s currently swallowing him whole. You toss your head back, slightly obscuring you from his view. So he settles his gaze downward–watching how his cock glistens from your juices every time he pulls out. It’s an intoxicating sight.

One that threatens to force him to spill himself inside of you. But he won’t. Not yet. Not until he’s done enjoying you for a bit longer. Not until he can make you cum again. He grabs some of your hair and tugs so you’re forced to look back at him. “You love this, don’t you? Using your cunt to please me?” Your legs wrap even tighter around his waist, drawing closer…deeper. “Yes, Master! Feels so good pleasing you!” Pressure builds in your lower belly from the orgasm that’s steadily approaching. It feels like he’s everywhere. In you. On you. All over you. “M-Master I—so close. P-Please.”

You’re struggling to form words but he already knows what you’re trying to say. He reaches between your bodies to your clit and rubs it, strokes it, and draws circles on it until he finds the touch that has you babbling in broken, indecipherable sentences.

“I want you to cum,” he speaks in labored breaths, teasing your clit while still spearing you on his length. “I want you to cum for me now.”

For a moment, you fall completely silent, but then it hits. The unfiltered, beautiful howls that accompany your climax. All the while, your inner walls close around him in the most delicious way. He curses, lurching forward as you gush and spasm around him. It’s too much, and he’s quickly following you over the edge, filling you with his cum. You both tremble through your aftershocks, unable to detangle from one another while coming down from your highs. He feels like a new man after cumming for the first time in God knows how long. But one look at you and your sleep-heavy eyes has him focusing on steadying his breathing faster. Memories from his past return to him, and words like aftercare play through his mind. It displeases him that he doesn’t know what you require right now—space or intimacy? Deciding it’s best to take the middle ground, he slowly slips out of you but sits on the edge of the bed beside you. He takes the utmost care not to jostle you but you don’t seem to notice because you’ve already turned onto your side facing him. You make yourself comfortable, curling up with your eyes closed and a relaxed smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. Relieved, he lets out a breath and runs his hand through his dark locks to move it off his face. “That felt amazing. Thank you, Master,” you mumble happily into his pillow. “Call me Severus.” “As you wish, Master Severus.” A spark of warmth emanates from his chest. He likes the way you say his name. It makes him feel things. He reaches for you, tugging you into his arms to help you sit up. At first, you whine, but relax when he pulls you to sit between his thighs and leans you against his chest. He holds you close and whispers, “Will you tell me your name?” You peek up at him with a smile and say it. He repeats it, liking the way your name rolls off his tongue. You nod, your smile widening across your face. He can’t stop himself from stroking your cheek. “I’ll be right back.” He stands, making his way over to his wardrobe. “Get yourself ready for bed, Little One.” He calls from over his shoulder as he uses his wand for a simple cleansing spell. Since you’ve managed to coat even his balls in your slick.

Afterward, he slips on a pair of black silk pajama pants. He’s about to put a shirt on when he turns back to you, expecting to find you dressed, but instead, he finds you sitting on his bed and watching him. “Where are your night robes?” You fidget uncomfortably, looking away. Severus should have known this wouldn’t last. He tries to disguise his disappointment but fails. “If you don’t wish to stay, then just say so.” The ice in his voice is evident and you snap your head up in his direction. “I-It’s not that!” you protest. “I want to stay. I just…don’t have any clothes.” His frown deepens, “The Dark Lord didn’t leave your clothes here for you?” You shake your head ‘no’. This only confuses him further. To have you waiting for him nude was clearly meant to entice him, but to leave you with nothing to wear after doesn’t make sense. “No personal belongings at all? I don’t understand how he expected you to get home after this.” You flinch, once again looking away. “He said…” you trail off. “Never mind, Master.” He didn’t need spells or potions to see the discomfort radiating off of you. With the long-sleeved shirt he had intended for himself in hand, he makes his way over to you. Of course, he could have simply conjured you some clothing, but if he’s being honest with himself— He wants you wrapped up in him for a while longer. “Arms up.”

You lift your head and see the shirt in his hands. You obey, and he slips the shirt over your head to help you dress. “It’s a tad big on you, but it will do until morning.” You pull your knees to your chest while muttering a ‘thank you’. There’s still something bothering you and Severus is determined to figure out what it is. “Look at me,” he commands, knowing you’ll obey. When you do, he continues, “Tell your Master what’s bothering you.” Perhaps it isn’t right for him to pull the ‘dom’ card when you aren’t technically his submissive, but he needs the truth. You stall for a little longer, gnawing on your bottom lip until you finally respond, “The Dark Lord told me that I didn’t need to pack any of my things because he didn’t believe you’d want me after you were through with me.” “I see…What else did the Dark Lord tell you?”

“That I belong to whoever comes into the room, and that I was to serve them until they no longer had use for me. Which he predicted would be just for tonight…Then he–” You falter, bravery abandoning you. He lets out a breath, resisting the urge to scrub at his eyes. Of course, he had threatened you. Placing a finger underneath your chin, he gently raises it. Your eyes flutter, struggling to meet his gaze. “You’re afraid of him, aren’t you?” You only nod. “You have my word that you’re under my protection now. Do you understand?” You nod again and summon your bravery so you can continue. “Then he said that maybe he would pass me around to the other Death Eaters or maybe he’d use me himself.” Severus can’t explain the jealousy that boils within him. But it’s there. Hot and nauseating. Suddenly, he can’t bear the thought of another having you. Not Voldemort. Not anyone. “No one is allowed to touch what’s mine.” The threat of his words hangs in the air, but you look relieved. “You…You mean you’ll keep me here with you?” He hadn’t realized he had said that aloud. Honestly, he hadn’t thought that far ahead. All he knew was that the only hands he wanted on you were his. “Is that…something you’d want?” You smile bright, brighter than the summer’s sun. “Nothing would make me happier, Master.” As beautiful as you are, and as lovely as it sounds to have a warm cunt to bury himself in each night, the cold blade of reality cuts through. “Listen to me, there are still many things we’ll need to discuss—”But you aren’t listening because you’re too busy crawling into his lap. You straddle him and nuzzle your face into the side of his neck.

“Thank you, Severus,” you whisper against his skin, melting against his body as you make yourself comfortable.

No one has ever thanked him in his entire life. He isn’t sure how to handle it.

The longer you lay against him, the more a warmth blooms inside his breastbone.

He can’t deny how good it feels to have you close.

Things can’t be this simple can they?

Nothing in his life had ever been simple.

You let out a small sigh, seemingly starting to fall asleep while sitting up. It tears him from his thoughts and instead has him worried about your comfort. He shifts and lays down on the bed with you still tucked into his chest.

He had no way of knowing if this would work, but bloody hell did you fit perfectly against him.

Years of tension seemingly start to melt away as sleep threatens to take him over.

Voldemort had given you to him for being his most loyal Death Eater.

And while nothing could be further from the truth, Severus Snape can’t help but think.

This was the best damn present he’d ever received.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 6 days

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Taking a break. Sending love <3 See you all again on some random rainy Tuesday…

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 9 days

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forgive me your honour, but she's gorgeous af

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I Need You, Alan ~Ellie Sattler x Alan Grant (Grantler)

Summary— Ellie Sattler finds herself in a difficult marriage after all these years with kids to take care of. One night it just all gets to be too much, so the woman turns to her lifelong, old friend Dr. Alan Grant who always seems to be there for the woman when she needs it.

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Warnings: anxiety, panic, implied panic attack, talk to abuse, talk of verbal abuse, talk of physical abuse, comforting, happy ending?, etc.

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Loud. That was all that Ellie could register at this point. Her vision began to blur, whether it was from the impending tears or the impending dizziness, she couldn’t tell. Probably both. She wanted to press the palms of her hands to her ears, try to block out the booming voice. She hated when he did this. Her husband would come home from work and just go off on her. Just start yelling. It would be like that off and on the entire evening. She would put her best foot forward and greet him with a smile, and she would get berated. She would have his laundry folded and put away, and still get shouted at. She would serve him dinner and still get screamed at.

Ellie wasn’t surprised that he’d start going off on her, but deep down she always hoped that he would just come home one day and stop all together. Tragic right? But everyday, her husband would come home and he’d fall back into that all familiar pattern of hollering. Shock was the first thing she’d feel. Then came the anger coursing through her veins like a lit fuse. But every time the anger would be quickly pushed aside by fear, worry, and guilt. The fear lived in her mind, he had a talent for cultivating that in her. He’d put the fears of failure, and abandonment, and neglect, and anything that would hook the woman into her mind. The worry lived in her body. Tremors were something she was accustomed to, a result of the amount of worry weighing on her shoulders. The guilt lived in her gut and in her throat. And he knew how to ramp those up oh so well.

He made her feel so stupid. According to him, Ellie did nothing right. For the 17 years of their marriage, she couldn’t do a single thing right. According to her husband, she was incompetent. She felt her knees start to get weak, start to shake and she felt a lump in her throat. She couldn’t look him in the eyes as tears began to flow. She hated crying in front of him. He’d just laugh at her, or worse, he’d completely ignore it. She hated his condescending, commanding, demanding tone. It shook her to her core. It made her feel so small. It made her not dare say a word back to him. He always had the last word. Always.

After a while, all the yelling blurred together. Ellie knew what he liked to continually say. Why can’t you be a better wife?! You are such a disappointment! You’re lucky I’ll take you, no one else would have someone like you!! And whatever bullshit he could get her to believe. She managed a shallow breath as terrified chills ran down her spine. She was frozen. She was always frozen. She tried to focus on the good… At least he wasn’t hitting her. On bad days, he could get physical, and today, from what she could gather, seemed like a day where he just wanted to let off some steam yelling wise. But it was hard to tell. It was hard to expect what he’d do. And that terrified her.

By the time Ellie managed to get away from his grasp for the night, she was shaking as she stood outside fumbling with the keys to the minivan. She drove with a pit in her stomache. She knew she’d have to return. She knew she didn’t have that long. She just drove and drove, unsure as to where exactly she was headed. Until she reached a line of apartments. She managed to get out of the car as she staggered through the halls. Her ears were still ringing. Her vision still blurred. Her body trembled. She walked up to the door of a particular apartment that practically looked abandoned. She anxiously fidgeted at the doorway, unsure if this was a good idea. There was no going back if she did this. With the last bit of strength in her, she knocked on the door. Alan Grant opened with a soft smile that quickly contorted downwards at the sight of the woman.

“Ellie?”

“It’s George…” she stammered, breathless, dazed, and confused.

Ellie didn’t know what else to say. She didn’t know how else to explain driving across town and showing up at her friend’s house at such an ungodly hour. Where was she supposed to start? What was she supposed to say? She hadn’t thought that she’d get this far. But something seemed to register with Alan, a resonating glint in his eye allowed the broken woman to sigh in relief.

“I see. Please come in.”

Somehow Alan always understood. He led Ellie inside, guiding her to take a seat before providing some light snacks and refreshments for the poor woman to catch her breath. While Ellie was still vibrating with nerves, she found comfort in her old friend’s presence. She didn’t know much, but what she did know was that talking to Alan was the right thing to do. Alan would understand.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 13 days

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Doors Closing ~Diane Lockhart xFem Reader

Summary— Reader starts at Stern Lockhart & Gardner and finds herself under Diane’s wing. What happens when Reader develops more than professional feelings for the woman…?

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Warnings: fluff and angst, unrequited feelings, lawyers, the good wife/the good fight universe, unhappy ending (is it? In some ways yeah…), etc.

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2009 brought a fresh wind to Chicago. You had lived outside the city for your entire life. But you had recently moved into the city, having grown up in the suburbs and this was your big new change. What drove you to move was a job that you had been chasing before the crash. It was a Secretary position at Stern, Lockhart & Gardner. Secretary was just to get you in the door, from there, you aspired to eventually become an assistant and one day a lawyer.

Female lawyers existed but unfortunately the life of law still was very much a boys club. When your husband had still been alive, he had given you his law books to learn from. After he passed, you had resolved to pursue your dream. And after many grueling hours of studying, interviewing, and connection making, you ended up with the position. You moved into her tiny Chicago apartment the very next weekend and began working that Monday.

The job while it was a dream come true most definitely came with its own challenges. You found the environment of Stern, Lockhart & Gardner to be quite male dominant and even hostile at times. Your late husband had warned you of this however, and you had insisted that you would persevere. It had now been 4 years since your husband had passed. There would always be a part of you that would miss him, but he had made you promise not to get hung up on him in the event of his death, and you were determined to keep yourself to your word.

You quickly got into a rhythm at Stern, Lockhart & Gardner. You would arrive at work everyday at least 30 to 45 minutes earlier than was expected of you (this would be pushed even earlier as time past). And you would stay as late as it was asked of you. You had gotten more desensitized to the blatant sexism over time and tried to not take it to heart. All of your bosses were men. With the exception of a small portion of female secretaries and receptionists. You quickly discovered that those women were not your people. They had no ambition, at least your male colleagues had ambition. The one exception to the flock at the firm was the only female Name Partner, Diane Lockhart. Your favorite days were the ones where you got to interact with Ms. Lockhart.

Diane Lockhart held herself to a certain standard that no one else at Stern, Lockhart & Gardner seemed to uphold. She had worked hard to get where she was today, not many women were such renown lawyers, especially not at such a renown firm. On top of being excellent at her job, the woman always behaved with an etiquette and manner of kindness. She didn’t make the same racy jokes as her male counterparts, she didn’t gossip and giggle like your female colleagues. She was direct and to the point. She had ambition. She had guts.

When the time came around for promotions and bonuses, Diane requested you to be her personal assistant. You had been flattered, and you of course accepted. There was a mutual understanding of drive and work ethic between the two of you. You had held Diane up on a pedestal ever since you’d begun at the firm, but now for the first time, you got to know the woman behind the success.

You were now the buffer between Diane Lockhart and the rest of the firm. You ran the busy woman’s schedule, ran to grab her lunch and/or dinner, took and cataloged meetings. Both you and Diane began to relax into the routine of your working together. You got used to spending late nights together in the office, as you would insist that Diane eat. You got used to early morning coffee conversations, so early that most of the firm wasn’t even in yet.

Slowly over the years, the women began to become closer. One day, you learned that Diane had a significant other, one that she confided in you she was hoping would propose to her soon. You had immediately congratulated the other woman. But you had for some reason gotten a strange tightness in your stomache. Tight enough as to where you ended up rushing to the bathroom to throw up your lunch.

After that day, something was off with you. Your time with Diane became brighter and an even bigger highlight to your day. But your time without the other woman, it became dismal and distraught. You couldn’t sleep anymore, her mind racing with memories of Diane. You realized that the tight knot in your stomache was now a permanent thing. You had to fight to eat every day. On days where you didn’t see Ms. Lockhart, you would cry for hours on end. You drew back, if you weren’t in the office, you were in her apartment, curled up and frozen.

This went on for weeks. Until one final early morning, you drudged herself into work. Just at the sight of the other woman, you began to already perk up. You set her things down at your desk, before entering the lawyer’s office with her morning coffee. But as you extended the cup to Diane and greeted her, that was when you saw the ring on the woman’s left hand. You haphazardly dropped the coffee all over Diane’s desk, having completely forgotten about the hot drink.

Within moments, you regained her awareness and began to apologize for your clumsiness. You swiftly cleaned up the mess, before Diane began to tell you about her engagement. Your eyes softened in a mixture of happiness for her but despair for yourself. You intended to congratulate the other woman, watching her squeal about her fiancé and her future wedding. You felt like she’d been stabbed in the gut and someone had twisted the knife inside your intestines for good measure. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. Your thoughts were too jumbled. The only thing you could make out, the only thing you could get out were three pesky little words: “I love you.”

How had this happened? How had your feelings slipped away from you so mistakenly? How had you messed it all up so bad? This wasn’t what your late husband had wanted for you. Was it? This wasn’t what Diane wanted, for herself or for you. But that was what you wanted, what you wanted was a fantasy however. You hadn’t wanted this. You had wanted so much more than what you had and you had taken a wrong turn somewhere. Somewhere along the way, your sights for your career changed to sights on a specific female lawyer. How could you have let herself get so far?

You tried to resign that day. But Diane wouldn’t hear of it, insisting she needed you and your good work and that she was willing to forget the transgression. The next week you took the bar. Two months later, Ms. Diane Lockhart happily became Mrs. Diane Lockhart-McVeigh, someone who you didn’t even seem to know anymore. Diane Lockhart now only existed in the figment of your imagination.

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Coming Home For You ~Nadine Tolliver x Elizabeth McCord x Henry McCord

Summary— A little smutty blurb. With Henry out of town, the girls enjoy some time to themselves in bed. But they aren’t about to spoil the man’s fun, so they keep him on the phone until he can get back home and join them in person…

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“Oh God fuck Nadine right there!!”

Elizabeth keeled over in pleasure as the brunette in between her legs meticulously brought her over the edge. The blonde’s hands scrambled to hold onto the sheets for dear life as her orgasm crashed into her. She let out another unbridled moan, as her head lolled back, her back arched and her body shook through the affects of her high.

Nadine moaned into the other woman’s cunt as Elizabeth’s juices shot out for the brunette to lap up. Her tongue expertly continued to fuck the blonde through her high, slurping up all the other woman’s arousal eagerly. The brunette’s hands were firmly perched against Elizabeth’s thighs, to keep the woman from suffocating her as she pleasured her.

The blonde fell limp against the bed spread as her orgasm subsided. Nadine sat up, licking her lips and looking at Elizabeth with a shit eating grin. Elizabeth stared back blissfully and in shock at the massive climax the brunette had pulled from her.

“Henry? You still with us?” Nadine breathlessly asked.

Next to the two women on the bed was Elizabeth’s phone with Henry on speaker.

“Jesus Yea I’m here” Henry groaned.

“I told you she was good.” Elizabeth panted out.

Henry chuckled, and if the two women could see him, they would see how flushed his face was.

“Yeah you sure did babe…” he breathed out.

Both women sat on the bed, panting heavily and slowly recovering.

“But I think we’ll have to do a redo once I’m back in town. Need to see it for myself to truly believe in…” Henry teased through the phone.

Both women chuckled at that, and Elizabeth looked to Nadine, who nodded back to the blonde in confirmation.

“I think that’s something we can arrange. Don’t you, Nadine…?” Elizabeth purred, while pulling the other woman towards her.

Nadine climbed into the blonde’s lap, eagerly letting her lips meet Elizabeth’s for a moment before responding.

“Yes, I think so…” Nadine cooed, pulling another groan from Henry.

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You said I can request for a platonic Lady Lesso x reader right? Hmmmm ... wait let me think of a request. Ooo also it doesn't have to be soft!Lesso cause I'd rather see that she's not ooc too much.

So ... umumum maybe one with Rafal where the Rafal is after the reader and makes the reader break rulessss and disobey and stuff and she keeps testing Lady Lesso and then Lesso founds out about the Rafal situation.

I hope it's not much and I hope you like the request 😁 And take your time with it ofc ofc. 🤎

Stay Away From Him ~Platonic!Lady Lesso xFem Student!Reader

Summary— Read Request.

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“What did you just say…?”

It went silent, all the screaming between you two having ceased. Your eyes went wide at your slip up.

She knew.

She knew this behavior. Your outbursts, your rage, it was all fueled by something darker, something too close to home for the redhead. You were being manipulated into his bidding. He had his slimy hands all over you. The thought made her sick.

“What name did you just say…?” Lesso said under her breath, voice low and wary.

You looked away, fidgeting with the ends of your tattered dress (if it could even be considered a dress, more like rags). You bit your lip and tried to hold back the impending tears.

“R-Rafal…” you whispered, screwing your eyes shut tight and bracing for the dean’s reaction with a flinch.

Lesso’s back straightened and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up at your utterance. It was what she had feared. He had sunken his claws into another innocent girl. The redhead’s perspective shifted, this wasn’t you, this was Rafal acting through you. When the redhead gave no immediate response, you unflinched and opened your eyes to the dean.

“You are excused. But you are not to ever talk to him again. I will be watching you.” Lesso breathed out with gritted teeth.

Now, she had a headache. Not on it did she have to keep an eye on you, but she also had to deal with Rafal being back.

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It’s All Coming Down ~Broken!Aaron Hotchner xFem Reader

Summary— [S5Ep09 SPOILERS] With the events of S5Ep09 going down, Hotch can’t cope. He breaks down and falls into Reader’s arms. Luckily, Reader is there and ready to comfort Aaron through one of the hardest times of his life.

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Aaron couldn’t keep up with what was happening. One second he was on the phone with Haley, and the next, he was kneeling in front of her body, hands bloody. Or was it Foyet who was on the ground, body bloodied? He couldn’t remember. The walls of reality were coming crashing down on him. It was all happening so fast, yet at the same time, it seemed as if time had slowed. The man had managed to make it out of the family home, stumbling across the lawn. He could barely make out you rushing out of an SUV and coming quickly him.

You rushed up to Hotch, asking him if he’s alright, asking what you can do, when the man collapsed on the front lawn in front of you. You swiftly catch him to the best of your ability (and considering how much man Hotch really was, you were doing pretty good) guiding and slowly his fall to the ground. Aaron pulled you close, practically in your lap, as your body enveloped his. And then you heard sobs. Aaron had started sobbing into your shoulder, uncontrolled, unbridled sobs.

“Shhhhhh, it’s okay it’s okay. You’re safe, Hotch.” You comforted the man.

The team started to slowly filter out of the house, collecting evidence and making sure the bodies were properly taken care of. Jj was leading Jack away from all the blood and gore, going out the side door and putting him swiftly into a black SUV. Her gaze swiveled and met yours, as you comforted the broken man on the ground a hundred feet or so away from her. She gave you a sympathetic nod which you curtly returned, before tucking away into the vehicle to care for Jack.

Your attention then turned back to Aaron, who was now practically koala, clinging to you, his big hands and arms wrapped tightly around your frame. He was shaking. And his tears were soaking your shoulder and down your back. You allowed him to tremble and cry in your arms, allowing the world to pass by as you stayed in the grass and comforted the man.

Things started to become busier, more fbi agents coming out of the house, along with a new wave arriving in SUVs. The commotion seemed to finally get to Hotch, as he poked his head up slightly. You saw his grief stricken, broken eyes for a moment, before he turned his head away. He suddenly sniffled and retracted enough to speak to you but not meeting your gaze ashamed.

“I’m— I’m sorry that was extremely innapropriate of me…” he stammered, trying to distance himself from you.

The man stumbled to stand up and slam it shoved himself away from you. He shook his head, attempting to get his bearrings, attempting to shove all of his emotions deep down, compartmentalize like he usually always did. But you wouldn’t hear it, standing up swiftly and pulling him back towards you, holding him close by his shoulders, so that he had to meet your gaze.

“Nonsense. Hotch, you just experienced an enormous loss. You are allowed to feel. You’re allowed to grieve. Come here” you whispered caringly.

Aaron tried to blink back the tears that threatened to spill once more, instead pulling you into a tight hug on the lawn. His arms wrapped around your back as you embraced him in turn. You two stayed there in silence for a moment.

“Thank you” he finally whispered.

“Anytime, Aaron. Anytime.” You whispered back.

From the side of the road, Morgan shot Prentiss a knowing look, raising his brow and indicating to the two of you in the grass, which Emily returned with an equally intriguing expression.

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Tell Me What You Need ~Inexperienced!Shy!Sub!Alex Cabot xFem Soft!Dom!Reader

Summary— Set before events of S5Ep04, Alex had practically given up on any type of romance in her life, until she met Reader. A little story about Alex getting swept off of her feet by a Soft!Dom!Reader. Oh and Alex is a sub hehe.

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Alexandra Cabot came from big money, the Cabot Fortune. And that in turn came with expectations. Certain expectations that were a pain in the ass for the blonde. Not only did her name come with expectations, it came with prejudice as well.

And in a city like New York, Alex found near damn near impossible to find any chance of a meaningful, intimate relationship with anybody. Most guys just wanted her money or her body. She was tired of trying, tired of getting hurt. So when Alexandra moved to SVU, she swore off romantic relationships entirely.

Until she met you. You were 1PP’s designated SVU investigator, so you worked closely with Cragen and Cabot, along with the detectives. Alex had immediately noticed how committed you were to the job. She admired your resolves and tenacity.

At first, she would never admit to having feelings of any kind for you. Those would hit her all at once, punching her right in the face later on.

You liked Alex. She was a straight shooter, fierce and passionate for the law. You always enjoyed working together with her on cases. And soon, you started to feel more for the blonde. You started to notice the way she did her hair and what she was wearing, how it always seemed to hug her curves so well.

You really noticed how much you missed Alex after she got suspended without pay for a month. That was one of the hardest months at work for you. You felt yourself always drawn to turning around and looking for the blonde, even though you kept telling yourself she wasn’t here.

When Alex came back from her suspension, she noticed that her heart and stomache would flutter every time you entered the room or she entered with you already present. The blonde put it aside and brushed it off as trial nerves, but it was much more than that.

On a particular day where Alex was struggling more than usual in shoving down those pesky feelings she had for you, you showed up in her office.

“Oh Y/N…! What can I do for you?” Alex chirped, her face brightening almost immediately.

You walked into the office and leaned over the desk a little.

“Well… there’s a one police plaza gala on Saturday and my boss said I need to be there… I was wondering if you wanted to accompany me? There’s an open bar…” you hum, putting on a teasing tone at the end of your statement.

Alex couldn’t help the blush that crept up on her face. Her whole body ignited at the thought of going to the gala with you.

“Oh umm I’d love to” she stammered.

You smiled and nodded, standing back.

“Lovely! I can pick you up at 6?”

“Sure!” She chirped.

You nodded once more, before promptly exiting her office with the most giddy grin on your face.

You were at Alex’s door promptly at six, when she opened the door to you. Your eyes went wide and your draw slackened at the sight of the blonde with her hair down and in a stunning red dress in front of you.

“You look… stunning—” you stammered, handing her a bouquet of flowers, “These are for you, they reminded me of you…”

Alex blushed lightly and took the flowers.

“Thank you” she whispered, “Let me put these in some water, I’ll be back in a second.”

You stepped into the front area of the woman’s place, as she ran around her apartment, trying to find an available vase. As soon as she’d placed the flowers in a vase with some fresh water, she returned to you. You two linked your arms together and were off to the event.

The gala went splendidly. I mean the event itself was a dud, like normal, filled with gross men and too much alcoholic courage. But your time with Alex made up for all of it.

You both had taken a cab back to her place, where you were supposedly going to leave her for the night. But somehow you ended up inside her house, pinning the other woman to the door, your lips on hers.

Her lips intermingled with yours in perfect tandem. A soft moan escaped her lips as you pressed your body impossibly close to yours. But just as things began to get heated, Alex pulled back. She looked away with a strong blush. You gently cupped the blonde’s chin and swiveled her face to meet your gaze.

“What’s up…?” You gently asked.

“I…I’ve never done anything like this before” she stammered.

“That’s okay… do you want to do this now? Your comfort and safety are of most importance to me.”

Alex nodded slowly, her lips parting slightly. You placed the pad of your thumb on her bottom lip.

“I need words, Lex…”

Alex perked up at the nickname, something you took note of for later.

“I want this…” The blonde breathed out.

“Good girl. Say the word and I’ll stop, mkay?” You praised and comforted her.

Alex nodded once more before going red when she realized her error and blurting out, “Yes…!!”

You smiled and tilted your head, taking the time to let your eyes roam along the woman’s frame. Her hair was a little frazzled compared to its straightened nature at the beginning of the night. Her eyes were blown wide and her pupils dark and large. Her lips were a little reddened, and her cheeks were a tomato red. She was shaking a little, nerves and anticipation fresh.

“Hey.” You softly comfort, bringing your hands to the woman’s hip and shoulder, “It’s okay. I got you.”

She nodded once more, before you leaned forward and connected your lips to hers again. This kiss started out slower, as you let Alex get accustomed to you. The woman was a quick learner however, quickly picking up on the kiss and gingerly navigating this new experience.

“You’re doing so good, you’re practically a natural…” you cooed, as her tongue intertwined with yours in her mouth.

You pressed her against the door, impossibly close. Your hands began to wander along her figure, mapping out her curves and divets. Alex kept her hands around your face, holding your cheeks. You then pulled her off of the door and flush against you.

“I’ll take it slow, I promise. Can I take these off?” You gently purred, tugging lightly at the woman’s shirt.

Alex pulled back from the kiss, breathless and panting heavily. She built her bottom lip in anticipation, nodding quickly. You smirked and quirked your brow, expecting more than a simple nod.

“Yes! Yes please…!” Alex finally breathed out.

“Careful, next time I might have to discipline you…” you chuckled teasingly, as you gently tugged her shirt over her arms.

Alex shivered as she stood in front of you in her bra and pants. Suddenly a rush of confidence came over the blonde.

“Oh yeah? And what would that entail…?” She shot back.

You cocked your brow at the woman, chuckling lightly at her boldness, before tapping her hip and ignoring her comment for the moment.

“Up.”

She jumped up, locking her legs around your waist. You then carried her through the house, as she guided you to her bedroom. Before you set her down however, your lips brushed the shell of your ear.

“The next time you don’t answer when I ask you something, I’ll bend you over my knees and make your ass go cherry red until you’re dripping down your thighs…” you purred wickedly.

You could hear Alex’s breath hitched, before you threw her back on the bed. She scrambled to hold herself up by her forearms on her back, looking up at a you in lustful anticipation.

“I wouldn’t necessarily be against that…” she hummed, inviting you to join her.

You smiled and pounced on the woman, slotting yourself on top of her frame. Your lips connected once more, and soon her clothes were flying off in record speed. Your lips wandered and marked every space of available skin as you undressed her.

Her bra was unclipped and thrown aside, and you helped her out of her pants, throwing those aside as well. When she was left in her panties, Alex suddenly felt far more exposed. She attempted to cover up a little, but you were quick to pin her hands above her head.

“I want to see my good girl…” you cooed.

Alex’s eyes darkened and her nipples hardened as you stared her down lustfully. She arched her back, nodded, and let her eyes flutter closed, silently pleading for you to touch her.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. I just wanna eat you up whole.” You breathed out.

Alex’s eyes popped back open at your words, and she blushed furiously. At your words, you dipped your head down and latched your mouth onto her left perked nipple, twirling your tongue and creating a ring of suction with your mouth. The blonde’s mouth fell open.

“Oh Ohhhhhh…!” The woman mewled, squirming underneath your hold.

After a couple minutes of attention to her left tit, you moved to her right, and then you began to move down her body. You let her hands free, using your own to palm her breasts while your tongue worked its way along her curves down south. Alex produced a myriad of mewls and whimpers, encouraging you even more to continue.

But right before her core, right at her pantyline, you heard a gasp and felt a little tug on your shoulder. You immediately back off and looked up in concern. You met the woman’s eyes, still lustful but the nerves had reappeared.

“You okay, Lex? Want to stop? Talk to me.” You gently hummed, coming back up her body so that you were parallel above her, face to face.

“I… no, I just… too fast and… you’re not even…” Alex stammered, getting shy and timid once more.

You couldn’t help but smile at her adorableness. You bring your left hand up and tuck a stray hair behind her ear.

“You wanna feel me…? Want me to strip too?” You softly purred.

Alex bit her lip and smiled, enthusiastically nodding.

“Yes please” she sighed, relaxing a little more.

You nodded and stood up on your knees, slotted in between her legs. In front of the blonde, your shirked off your shirt and then your bra. Her hands then came up to your waist, and you gave her an encouraging nod. Alex promptly helped you with your pants, all of your clothing thrown aside, leaving you in your panties, just as exposed as the other woman.

Alex then snaked her hand around the back of your neck, pulling you flush on top of her once more. You closed the small gap, your lips colliding again. The kiss was faster, breathless, passionate. It was hurried and rushed. With your leg slotted in between her legs, Alex began lightly grinding against your thigh. You pulled little moans out of the woman, as she worked her way up to her climax off of your thigh.

“That’s it. Good girl. Doing so good.” You praised lustfully.

Alex’s hands held you tight and close, using you to stabilize her grinding. She blushed even more at your praise, something you also took note of. You could feel her dampness through her panties, lightly rubbing off on your thigh. Her breathing was erratic and her eyes rolled back.

“Fuck Y/N I—” She mewled, her grinding starting to get sloppy.

It didn’t take long for the blonde to come crashing over the edge. You couldn’t help but ogle, she truly looked stunning as she came— thighs quivering, head rolled back, eyes screwed shut tight, mouth open, hands digging into your skin.

“Oh shit FUCK ahghhhh—!!” She cried out.

As quick as her orgasm overtook her, Alex fell limp against you. You gently praised her, slowly helping her down from her high with your hands on her hips. She nuzzled her face into your neck as her face went red from the praise.

“You did so good, Alex, you are such a good girl…” you cooed lovingly.

You let the woman calm down from her high, continuing to whisper sweet praises in her ear. Soon, Alex’s frame twitched on top of you and she mewled a little desperate whimper of need. Her head pulled out of the crook of your neck and her glossy, needy eyes met yours.

“N-need more…” she stammered, not able to meet your eye in shyness.

You chuckled, your fingers hooking the blonde’s chin, directing her gaze to meet yours.

“No need to be shy, sweet girl… Tell me what you need.” You purred.

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Walls Broken Down ~Broken!Rita Calhoun xFem Younger!Reader

Summary— AU where Rita is friends with a young Reader (thinking 20s, whereas Rita’s in her mid to late 40’s). Rita has a past that haunts her, and one day it just all becomes too much. Reader is there for Rita as much as she can be.

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She knew you hadn’t meant to. All you had done was brush her shoulder as she had walked past Rita to grab some utensils. But now Rita could feel herself trembling in her own kitchen. She could feel her knees wobbling and her lip trembling. Before she knew it, she was collapsing back against the pristine marble top counter, falling to the accented floor with her back to the dark walnut cabinets.

Waves of raw pain crashed over the woman. She could feel the tears already surfacing as the memories punched her in the gut, one after the other relentlessly. Memories of him. A past too terrifying to reconcile. Him invading her senses once more. Him taking advantage of her once more. Him, the man who had ruined her for anyone else. She felt so numb. She felt so violated. She felt so used. Rita’s mind replayed painful memory after painful memory, not able to stop. That one singular touch had sent her mind into a spiral.

As Rita came crashing down to the floor, you had dropped what you were doing and had rapidly approached the shaking brunette. But as you kneeled down to comfort and check in with her, you had extended your hand to the women’s back. Rita instinctively withdrew with sharp skill, a horrifying instinct drilled into her. She sucked in a breath as she avoided your touch, like it was a hot, scalding iron rod, curling up with her arms around her retracted knees.

Rita closed her eyes, and a tear escaped her left eye as she recalled all the haunting memories of her past, the ones that she had thought had surely been buried long ago. Seemingly not. Her limp, curled up form floated back to that day. All those years ago, she had been so young. She had been so innocent, kind of like you. Your touch hadn’t even been that bad, hadn’t even been intentional. But it didn’t matter. A flood of sadness came over the woman next, filling every sense of her being in a depressive state.

Rita couldn’t stop the following downpour of tears that emerged from her form. She curled even tighter into herself, shaking violently on the ground. In the back of her mind, she could vaguely hear you calling out her name in appropriate concern. But the ringing pain in her head was louder. The brunette sat on her kitchen floor; her tears ran down her body and pool on the ground. She managed to peek out of her cocoon, but she couldn’t look at you. Instead, her reeling mind tried to grasp the surroundings around her. From her position, She could see the heights of her living room, where her Bloomingdale curtains had once hung, but now with her remodel, all there remains are the new, empty gold drapery rods waiting for new, luxurious drapes to cover the glass wall. She tried to focus on those, the drapery rods.

Her mind was an abyss. Her life was a failure. Why did she even try? It was useless. She was useless. Part of Rita knew that was not true, but that part was currently tied up, duck-taped, and thrown in a closet, door locked and key lost. The new and improved part of her that she had spent curating was thrown aside. The new coats of platinum white on her walls were stripped to reveal the mundane beige of her college youth. This wasn’t your fault. It was her own. She deserved this. She deserved all of this. She cringed internally at how pathetic she was behaving, at how pathetic she was.

After a god awful amount of time of sobbing on the tile floor, Rita eventually could produce no more tears. She sniffled and slowly raised her head from her defensive curl towards you. And she was immediately met by your eyes dazzling with concern and naivety. You looked up to her like a mentor and here she was breaking down in the middle of her kitchen. How pathetic. Rita felt a pang of guilt ripple through her as you attempted to speak to her once more.

“Hey, Rita…Are you okay…?”

But Rita was in no state for verbal coherence. She nodded, as her lip trembled. She felt so small. Even though she was taller than you, even though her build was stronger than you, even though she was decades older than you, Rita still felt small. She felt like she was small enough for the world to swallow her whole without anyone noticing. She felt like she was small enough for him to come back and for her to not be able to fight back.

Your eyes softened as you nodded and cautiously extended a hand to the brunette. Rita couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her lips at the kind gesture. That alone made her want to cry again. She slowly reached out and gingerly took your hand. With your help, the woman stood up on her wobbly legs. She took a deep breath as she stood. You didn’t know what happened, what was happening. But you were determined to be there for Rita.

Rita’s thoughts were still swimming, but now she had an anchor. Now, your consenting touch was keeping her tethered to reality. As you guided her to sit down by the kitchen island, Rita took deep breath after deep breath. She now knew that she couldn’t continue to ignore her past like this. No matter how many properties she owned, no matter how many times she remodeled and tried to cover it all up, no matter how many times she rebought her entire wardrobe, it would never go away. No, she had to properly heal. And as she squeezed your hand in gratitude and reassurance, she knew that she would be alright.

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I’ve Got You ~Plutonic!Godmother!Sylvia Chamberlain xFem Goddaughter!Reader

Summary— Sylvia is Reader’s Godmother who practically raised Reader. Some days the pressure of the high society of New York gets to Sylvia. On those days, Reader is there for Sylvia, guiding her arm by arm to make it through the day.

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Sometimes it was just too much for her. High society New York was ruthless. They ostracized her. Sylvia was usually good at putting on a brave face and putting her first foot forward. She was usually good at brushing off the looks and snide comments. She had gotten used to the prejudice, the traditional views.

But sometimes it just became too much. Sometimes she let those pesky thoughts get the best of her. Some days, Sylvia stayed inside her home, locked away from the world. She would stay in bed until the late afternoon, rising only to eat a little, before retreating back to bed. She’d have those comments in her head on loop, haunting her. Her past never seemed to relent it seemed. And that was hard to reconcile on some days.

Those were the days that concerned you. Whenever you could sense that she was about to break, you were quick to be by the woman’s side. She was your Godmother after all. And as your family had never really been one to raise you, Sylvia had. She hadn’t needed to. She simply had. You’d happily take care of the woman on those difficult days, considering all she’d done for you.

On those days, the days where Sylvia fought every single fiber of life, you were right by her side. You would convince her to get up, get dressed, and get some breakfast. You’d try to make her laugh throughout your morning meal as much as you could. You could see her thoughts spiraling across the table. Her eyes were blank, dull from all the overwhelmingness going on behind them.

And then you would suggest an activity outside of her house walls. If she was up for it, you would accompany Sylvia to something such as an art exhibit or to a park. Fresh air always helped. You’d make sure to steer clear of any known social gatherings, not wanting her to have to deal with the cliquey society of New York’s finest, not on days like this.

If she wouldn’t hear it, you’d at least insist that you two tour her own personal art exhibit at the minimum, to at least get her moving around. You’d spend hours silent on those types of days, but you were used to it. You’d talk to her, talk about her art, talk about your life, talk about her, talk about anything and everything to keep her distracted and safe with your arm linked into hers.

Slowly but surely, you’d start to coax the woman back to her vivid disposition. By the end of the day, you’d insist they go out to dinner, and by then, Sylvia would usually agree. (On some really bad days, you’d take her straight to bed, it just all being too much and unrelenting. And you made sure to let her know that that was okay too, that you would never fault her for wanting to start fresh the next day). If she’d let you wine and dine her, you could usually crack a couple of small smiles from her.

By the end of your shared night, you’d take the woman home, tucking her in and saying good night.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I am ever so lucky to have your company, that you tolerate me…” Sylvia would whisper, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You’d blush.

“Anytime. And nonsense, I don’t tolerate you— I love you.” You’d whisper back.

This would make Sylvia blush.

“I love you too” She’d murmur before falling into slumber.

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Trusting Mommy ~SugarMommy!Sylvia Chamberlain xFem Younger!SugarBaby!Virgin!Reader

Summary— Reader is a youth in Gilded Age society, a lost soul wandering in high society New York. Until Reader finds Sylvia Chamberlain, and her life changes for the better, as Sylvia takes Reader under her wing.

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You arrived at Ms. Chamberlain’s residence right before 5, just as she had told you. Sylvia opened the door to you with a smile and let you in.

“Come in, sweetheart. I am just finishing to be ready, then we can go.” Sylvia purred, closing the door behind you and leading you through the lavish house.

You blushed lightly. This was only your second time going out with Ms. Chamberlain. You had caught her attention at one of the many societial functions, you had always been so kind to her even with her reputation.

Then two weeks ago, Sylvia had invited you over to some tea. And that’s where she had proposed this arrangement with you. For her to be your sugar mommy, and you her sugar baby. Of course you accepted, you couldn’t say no to the woman. Not when she made your cheeks flushed and your knees weak.

Soon, the two of you headed out in society, Sylvia having made reservations at a rather luxurious restaurant. You two spent the night talking away, Sylvia wining and dining you the entire time. She had even gotten you some jewelry. All of this left you speechless.

But alas, it had to come to an end. You didn’t want it too though. That’s why, as the carriage pulled up to your place of living, just as you were about to leave, you lunged toward Ms. Chamberlain, your lips on hers.

Sylvia jumped in shock, but once adjusted was quick to dominate the kiss. You were quick to settle yourself in the widow’s lap, she your lips were intertwined.

“Are you sure about this, sweetheart…?” Sylvia breathed out.

You nodded vigorously, pulling the woman closer by her gown.

“Please… need you so bad…” you whimpered.

Ms. Chamberlain ordered the driver to go back to her home, in between kisses and heavy breathing as she devoured your lips once more. You both stumbled out of the carriage and tumbled into her home via the front door. Your garments couldn’t have disappeared faster. Sylvia guided you towards her master bedroom, both breathless and swept up by the moment.

Once she closed the door behind you, you were both left in your undergarments. You suddenly realized how exposed you were, bashfully attempting to cover yourself as you stood in between the woman and her lavish bed frame. Sylvia’s face softened and she gently approached you.

“Oh sweetheart… Don’t be shy… Let mommy see you.” She cooed.

Your eyes widened, your mouth went dry, and your jaw dropped. You could see the brunette’s eyes intensively watching you to gauge your reaction. You allowed Sylvia to slowly take your arms away from your frame, allowing her to see you.

“Yes m-mommy…” you whimpered.

Sylvia’s face shown in delight at your response.

“Good girl… Now, are you going to let me take care of you…?”

You nodded with a deep blush, as she began to further undress you. You shivered as she stripped you naked, then proceeding to strip herself.

“I need words, sweet girl.” Sylvia insisted.

“Y-yes mommy”

“Very good girl.” She hummed, now taking in your naked frame.

You couldn’t meet her eye however, all your confidence had vanished. Sylvia cupped your cheek and pressed her thumb lightly to your bottom lip.

“Honey, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I want you to be comfortable.” She comforted.

You immediately shook your head, meeting her gaze with urgency.

“No no, I want too! I just… I’ve never…” you exclaimed, which turned into an embarrassed mumble.

Sylvia listened to you intently, before guiding you to sit in her lap at the end of her lavish bed. You instinctually curled up in between the woman’s legs, looking to her for further guidance.

“I understand. It can be scary…” Sylvia purred, while caressing your exposed back.

You nodded slowly, still not having recovered from the tomato red blush of embarrassment.

“But if you trust me, I can show you. Can you trust me, little one?” The woman softly asked.

You took a deep breath and nodded slowly.

“I trust you, Sylvie” you whispered.

“Good girl…” Sylvia cooed, guiding you to straddle her thigh and thinking of starting off simple with you.

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Take Me Back to Shore ~Broken!Wifey!Larissa Weems xComforting!Wifey!Alcina Dimitrescu(AlrissaAU)

Summary— AU where Larissa and Alcina are wives, in a long distance relationship where Larissa works to run Nevermore in Vermont and Alcina runs Castle Dimitrescu in Eastern Europe. They see each other as much as possible, but the distance starts to really take a toll on Larissa… Luckily, Alcina is there to comfort her wife.

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Larissa sighed deeply as her bright screen strained her eyes to the point of incompetence. With a groan she shut her laptop, looking out her office window, she realized how late it was. The woman felt a pang of guilt as she pulled out her phone and hit the first contact on the screen. The phone dialed. The blonde hadn’t talked to her wife all week and it was Friday.

She had just been so busy, this time of year her workload tripled, the end of the school year coming near, or at least it felt like it. Running a school was not a feat for the weak. Plus, Larissa didn’t want to bug her partner too much, she knew that Alcina led a life of her own, and had her own responsibilities as well. The woman was pulled out of her thoughts by a familiar voice on speaker.

“My love?”

“Darling, Hello…!”

She heard Alcina expel a sigh across the phone.

“It is lovely to hear your voice, Draga Mea. I’ve had the longest day. How was your week?”

Larissa couldn’t help but wonder if she had interrupted the woman while doing something if she was so busy. Her mind nagged her, wondering if Alcina had even thought about her, missed her this past week. The two women only saw each other on the weekends or on breaks, due to the nature of their jobs.

The two of them had met each other while vacationing in Geneva. They had immediately hit it off, spending all of their time together by the end of the week. When the heavenly vacation eventually came to an end, Larissa and Alcina had to part ways, each going back home. But they vowed to keep in contact. Over the years, they chatted over the phone and would visit one another as much as they could. Five years later, they were married. But this long distance was starting to chip away at Larissa. Larissa groaned.

“Long. What about yours? I do hope I’m not interrupting anything…” The blonde breathed out.

“Oh Draga, I am sorry. And nonsense, you never interrupt. I am sure my day was nothing compared to yours. How close are you to being done? Will you be coming home tonight?” Alcina insisted.

That wasn’t true, Larissa interrupted all the time. She had called Alcina five times last week, that’s why she hadn’t called once before today this week. She felt like a burden. Alcina kept such a busy life, running her castle and village, Larissa never wanted to interfere with that. She felt that every call or text she made was a price to pay, a toll taken on her soul. Nevertheless, Alcina insisted that Larissa was a priority. It hadn’t always felt this way. Maybe it had just been a long week…

Spending extended time away from the love of her life never did Larissa any good. It was easy for the blonde to get inside her head and let her thoughts spiral her into a slippery slope of depression and anxiety. Larissa dragged her mind from the depths of the sea back to the shore, back to Alcina. She let out a pitiful sigh.

“Not done, no. Not even close… There is simply too much to do. Might have to stay the weekend to get it all done…” The blonde mumbled, bringing her hands to cover her face in shame of the words coming out of her mouth

“Oh ‘Rissa Mea… Please come home. Work from here if you must. You’ve been all on your own for so long, I can hear it in your voice.” Her raven haired wife cooed lovingly.

Larissa squeezed her head. She felt so conflicted, so overwhelmed. Should she go home? She had heard her wife’s plea for her to return, and part of her believed it. But another part of her mind was screaming at her that she didn’t deserve it, that Alcina was saying these things out of pity. Alcina didn’t want her. She could only stand to spend as little time with her as possible. She was a mere impediment, a nuisance in her wife’s life.

Larissa suddenly smacked herself in the head. She had to get these thoughts out, she couldn’t think properly. It was too overwhelming. She cringed to herself, gnawing at her teeth as she curled into a ball in her chair at her desk in her office. Alone, as always. She had remained quiet for too long. She had given herself away and now it was Alcina’s problem to deal with.

“ ‘Rissa? Draga? My love, please talk to me.” Alcina pleaded, concern and care lacing her entire tone of voice.

Larissa couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. I’m not wanted. I’m worthless. I’m useless. No one wants me. Her mind broadcasted those phrases over and over again, on a merciless loop. She was hyperventilating, shaking in her chair. Tears began to stream down her face. Her nails clawed at her skin, just wanting to feel something, anything rather than the pain radiating throughout her entire being. She was going to drown, she was being dragged back to the depths of the sea. But Alcina was her anchor.

“Take deep breaths for me, Draga Mea. Deep breaths. Find some peppermint and some water. Let us talk through it.” Alcina calmly instructed her wife.

Larissa nodded shakily, slowly untangling herself and doing as she was told. Once she popped a peppermint in her mouth, had a few sips of water, and did some deep breathing with Alcina, she sat back down with some sniffles. Alcina then proceeded to talk Larissa through it, debunking all of the blonde’s anxious thoughts with loving ease, until the blonde was calm and reassured that she was indeed loved, wanted, and worthy.

“I… I’m sorry” the blonde stammered after a period of silence.

“Nonsense, my love. Now, please come home. This week has obviously affected you more than you know or care to admit, and you have no one to take care of you over there. Come home and be with me.”

Larissa nodded and stifled a little, as a little tear of love escaped her right eye.

“I will, Alci, I promise. Thank you, I love you so much” the blonde breathed out.

“I love you too, Draga Mea. See you soon.” her raven haired wife hummed

All Larissa had to do was reach out; Alcina would always be there for her.

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