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palmerzy · 2 days ago

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period sex with Spencer? to help relieve the cramps he like puts a towel down and dicks the reader deep pls pls pls

also requested: Might be weird but l'm on my period and have to ask, would you write something with Spencer and period sex?

don’t worry 2nd anon, it’s not weird at all, period sex is definitely like…top 5 ways to do it let’s be real! and spencer would totally be down for helping his partner feel better ;)

NSFW! - explicit sexual themes incl. blood & period sex.

spencer is no stranger to blood, so the prospect of period sex is really no different to normal sex for him, with the added bonus of helping you relieve your cramps.

he’s happy to give you his hands and his cock, and he’d probably offer his mouth too if you asked for it, but there’s a line somewhere. he covers his bed in towels for you, ensuring they overlap so you won’t fear bleeding through. he’s extra attentive during this time of the month, especially when it comes to intimacy.

knowing how good an orgasm is for cramp relief, he’s usually the first to suggest it, before the thought even crosses your mind. if you’re curled up on the sofa reading or watching a movie, he’ll come up behind you, leaning his chin on his hands as he speaks, “i set up some towels in the bedroom.” his words are implicit enough to have you leaping up, soft feet padding against hardwood floors in anticipation.

once you’re sat all pretty on his bed, legs spread and naked from the waist down, he’s like a predator hunting prey, giving you that shit-eating grin as his fingers tease the crimson staining your entrance. he’d plunge two inside in no time, using the blood as lube, curling his fingers towards himself.

he loves the way your reactions seem to be louder during this time of the month, like the pleasure is more intense as his slender fingers work you towards a release. he circles his thumb against your clit, gently because he’s aware it’s more sensitive, whispering sweet words of encouragement into your ear.

“come for me, baby, you know you’ll feel better after,” he murmurs, a tender kiss of his lips landing on the shell of your ear, whilst his fingers squelch in and out of your depths. his wrist and hand is coated in a gory mess by now, but his focus is on you, making you feel better.

when he’s made you come at least once from his fingers, he’d move onto your joint pleasures - not without taking a moment to go wash his hands, of course. he’s not a big fan of seeing blood on your body anywhere it shouldn’t be, so covering your hips and waist in your own plasma wouldn’t settle well in his overactive mind.

nonetheless, once his hands are clean and he can hold you as he wishes, he’d settle you back against the pillows, your legs spread in anticipation for him. even just running the head of his cock along your slit and gathering your fluids is enough to make him shudder, bracing one hand on your waist, his head buried against your shoulder.

when he finally slowly sinks into you, he lets out a shaky breath, feeling your wet heat surround him. if he’s honest, he loves period sex, mainly because the blood makes you warmer when he’s sheathed within you, and he thrives on that warmth. spencer is definitely someone who participates in sex largely for comfort, and there’s nothing more comfortable than being snuggly settled inside of you and knowing he’s helping his partner relieve their pain.

he doesn’t overly bother keeping a slow pace, knowing a faster rhythm will ease the cramps more. he pistons his hips into you, hands grasping at your waist and your stomach, feeling the slight bloat due to your ovulation as he whines against your neck. your own hands claw at his back, adding even more blood to the mix, legs tightening around him to pull him impossibly closer.

he can feel his pelvis and upper thighs being coated with a mixture of your fluids, but he’s unbothered, continuing to pump his cock into you. every smack of his tip against the slight ruggedness of your walls as you shed for the month has his mind blanking, only able to conjure thoughts of you and your pliant body beneath him.

every time spencer fucks you, he’s deep, but when it’s that time of the month, something about each stroke of his cock feels like it’s hitting somewhere new, like he’s so physically within you that you could become one. you can’t help the way you write beneath him, back arching against his chest, hips rolling to meet his rhythm.

when he’s ready to come, he’d reach down a hand once more, circling his thumb around your sensitive clit as he had done previously, coating the digit crimson. “you’re so warm, gonna make me come,” “so good, so so good, is it helping? yeah? i’m helping you?” he’d pant against your neck, and it’s then that you’d realise part of him genuinely just gets off on being beneficial to your body, on easing the pain swarming in your lower abdomen.

spencer’s hips snap just a few more times before the both of you are reaching climax, your crevice tightening around him, blood leaking onto the towels beneath the two of you. he’d keep his hips exactly parallel to yours, letting his come swarm within you, pure white mixing with deep red in a passionate cocktail.

he’d pull out eventually, cock and lower tummy covered, but he doesn’t mind. he’s really, truly, unbothered. he got to come, you got to come and feel better, so why would a little blood put him off? plus, if anything, it’s just an excuse for the both of you to run off to the shower together, likely for round two.

thanks anons! 💋

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m-jelly · 2 days ago

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Snow and the park

Levi x fem reader

Snow has fallen and instead of running the gang and ensuring his casinos, bars, clubs and shops are good, he decides to make memories with his precious wife and daughter.

It was a cold morning and the snow was thick on the ground. Levi happily watched it fall with a cup of tea in his hand. An idea struck him, he wanted to spend today having fun with his baby girl and stunning wife. The park was the perfect place to go.

He turned from the window and gazed lovingly at you tangled in the bedsheets from him ravaging you in the early hours of the morning. Fresh lovebites were dotted on your skin and the delicate smile on your face was enticing.

Drawn in by your beauty, he moved over to you and sat on the bed. He brushed your hair from your face carefully. "Love?"

You hummed and shifted a little. You opened your tired eyes allowing you to see your handsome husband. "Morning." A bright smile spread on your lips. "You look so good in the morning."

"So do you."

You dragged your body to sit up causing your shirt of Levi's you wore to drop and cover you. "What's the plan for today? You've already started it with a lot of energy."

He chuckled as he remembered how passionate he'd been with you. "It's because you're so irresistible." He kissed you and hummed. "I'm thinking we take Lilly for a walk in the park."

"Oh, we can put her in her bunny snowsuit."

He smiled softly. "That'd be cute."

You stretched your joints and moaned. "I'll get her ready for the day."

He kissed you again. "I'll do it."

"Okay, handsome. I'll make breakfast."

"I'll do it."

You huffed a bit. "Levi, we've talked about this." When you got out of bed Levi eyed your legs and bum. "You've got to let me do things too."

"I know, but I like spoiling you."

You walked over to him. "Let me do the breakfast."

He looked up at you. "Convince me."

You lifted your top and put it over his head so he got a faceful of your boobs. "Convinced?"

"Mm, I was not expecting this." He gasped when you freed him. "No fair, I wanted more time."

You pinched his cheek and wiggled his face. "Later."

Levi got up and pulled on a turtleneck jumper. "I can't wait." He yanked on some trousers and ruffled his hair. "I'll get the princess."

You eyed Levi. "Mm! You look good."

He chuckled. "Thank you, you look so sexy." He winked at you before leaving the room and going to his daughter's. He grinned at seeing her standing up in bed jumping up and down. "My goodness, you are full of beans this morning like me."

She giggled. "Dada."

He picked her up and cuddled her close. "Good morning." He cuddled his daughter who was just a few months past one. "Let's get you changed and ready for the day." He cleaned her up and changed her into warm clothes. He sat her in her chair as you made breakfast. "She's ready for the day."

You put the food out and smiled. "Hey, my baby girl."

Lilly bounced in her seat. "Mama!"

You nuzzled your nose against hers. "Good morning." You kissed her puffy cheek. "I love you so much. Are you excited to play in the snow today?"

She clapped her little hands. "Mama!"

Levi leaned over and kissed you. "I'll feed her, you enjoy breakfast."

After a fun-filled breakfast, you all went out into the snow and walked across to the local park. Levi held Lilly tightly against him because she kept wiggling and wanted to run around. It was the first time she was seeing snow and instead of being afraid, she wanted to play.

He came to a stop in the little kid's park. He put Lilly down on her little boots and watched her waddle through the snow. It made him smile at how cute she was in her bunny snowsuit. "Careful, Lilly."

She waddled through the snow and came to a stop. "Eh!" She leaned down and picked up some snow in her mitten. She held it to you. "Aboo."

You crouched down and giggled. "It's snow. It's cold too."

She looked at it. "Co."

You hummed a laugh. "Cold. Do you want to play on the swing?"

She dropped the snow and waddled to the swings. "Bah!"

Levi scooped her up making her squeal with laughter. "Come here, you little terror." He cleaned off the seat and slipped her into the seat. "Hold here."

You ran to the front. "I'll take pictures!"

Levi carefully pushed Lilly in the swing making her giggle. "Up we go!"

Lilly kicked her legs as she laugh. "Da!"

Her squeals of delight warmed Levi's heart as he kept pushing her. Before you walked into his life, he knew only death, pain and anger due to his work. When you walked into his life, he found happiness, joy and love. He didn't work every waking moment and found time to relax and love life more. He even spent more time with his parents.

Levi helped Lilly out of the seat and wached her stomp about. He looked over at you and sighed. "I love you."

You felt your heart race. "I love you too."

He walked over to you, wrapped his arms around you and kissed you. "You are the best thing to happen to me. You brought love and happiness into my life, along with the most cute baby girl in the world."

You hummed a laugh. "I love you too, Levi. You're everything to me." You kissed him and sighed. "Speaking of, where is our little princess." A smile spread on your lips as you watched Lilly waddle through the snow. "She's loving the snow."

Levi gasped when Lilly fell flat on her face in a mound of snow. "Lilly bug!"

You giggled as Levi ran for her. "She's okay, she's getting up. Relax a little."

Levi ran to Lilly and watched her get up. "Are you okay?"

Lilly sat up and laugh. "Dada."

He smiled at her. "Yeah, dada." He sat and released a long sigh. "Sorry for worrying so much about her and you."

You knelt in the snow and watched Lilly pat the snow. "I find it romantic."

Levi grabbed you and sat you on his lap. "I love you so much. I really do."

"I love you too. I'll always love you." You pulled Lilly close and smiled. "Come here my sweet."

Lilly gazed at you and smiled. "Mama."

You hugged her against you. "That's right." You hummed a laugh. "How about the slide next?" You stood up with her. "Ready?" You put her at the top of the slide. "Go!"

Levi caught her at the bottom. "Wee! I got you."

Lilly giggled. "Wee!"

He handed her over to you. "Let's go again."

You sat her at the top. "Ready? Go!"

Lilly squealed in delight. "Eee!"

Levi caught her. "Good girl." He lifted her up in the air and wiggled her. "So cute." He brought her down and kissed her cheek. "You are so adorable."

Lilly yawned and rubbed her eyes. "Mm."

You rubbed Levi's back. "I think she's tired."

Levi looked at his daughter as she pulled a face and cried a little. "Oh dear, poor little bunny." He kissed her cheek. "Come on, my sweet I think it's naptime."

You put your arms around Levi. "Thank you for this, it's been a dream."

"It's not over yet. We'll keep having more fun." He leaned over and kissed you.

You hugged his arm. "I'm always having fun when I'm with you and Lilly."

"I'm glad. You're both my world, you really are. I'm the luckiest man in the whole world."

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quokkaholic · 16 hours ago

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Give Me Face l.f

Warnings: fluff, little angst, slightly suggestive, bi besties to ??, alcohol consumption, kissin and touchin, cussing duh

Synopsis: You have been really down lately, your best friend Felix notices and wants to go out to the club to snap you out of her slump. The club is filled with hot people and some jealousy ensues.

Song recommendation: MADRE by Young Miko and Villano Antillano

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You’ve been rotting in bed all day and have no plan on moving for the rest of the night, that is, until you get a message out of the blue that Felix is on his way over. Flinging the covers off, you start frantically picking up the place. Your apartment is such a wreck you don’t even want your best friend to see it in this state, so instead of brushing your hair or changing the clothes you’ve been wearing for the past two days, you are shoving shit in your closet and shoddily loading the dishwasher. Before you even get the chance to pick up the food wrappers and takeout bags, Felix is opening the door with his spare key. He stands there in the doorway taking in the scene before tilting his head to the side and giving you a sympathetic look.

“Oh baby” he coos and closes the door behind him before opening his arms for a hug, and you immediately oblige. He mimics your tight squeeze as you nuzzle your face into his neck taking in his familiar scent: clean and floral with a touch of amber and musk.

“What are you doing here Lixie?”

“You’ve been slow to respond the past week and haven’t attended a single group hang in like a month. Come on girl, you think as your best friend I don’t know your signs that you’re down?”

You can’t help but grip tighter at his words. You are so lucky to have such a considerate and caring person as a best friend.

“Plus I have your location and saw you haven’t gone anywhere besides work and McDonalds in like 3 weeks. What's going on, babe?”

You spill your guts to him about problems at work and in your love life. Ever since you and your partner split 5 months ago, you have only had shitty dates and situationships, and the loneliness is now setting in. You know isolating yourself from your friends only makes the pain worse, but for some reason, it is just instinct when you start feeling bad to pull away. Luckily, Felix can always see through your bullshit.

“Y/nn, we need to get you out of this apartment. We need to get you out of your head too. Tonight we are going out! Don’t even try to fight me on this. Let's get ready.” He states, rushing back to your room. You follow quickly in toe, but when you get there, its too late, hes already pulling open your closet door.

“Felix no!” As the words leave your mouth, the mound of questionably clean clothes fall around his feet, and the room is filled with his sweet laughter and a few happy claps. You both rummage through your wardrobe looking for things to wear, trying on countless items making an even bigger mess than you began with. He lands on an outfit; after looking at himself in the full length mirror that hangs on the closet door, he turns to get your approval.

“How do I look?” He asks. You admire him for a moment. Felix looks so good in everything he wears, but there's something about seeing him in your clothes that makes your heart flutter.

“Honestly, cunt” He chuckles at your response then continues searching your drawers to help you with your look. His searching persists, tossing out options until finally finds what he’s been looking for, a sexy but elegant tank top you’ve had forever. With the shirt in hand, he strides over to where you sit on the bed surrounded by failed prospective outfits.

“I’ve always loved this one on you. Arms up” He instructs and slips the shirt over your head. You’ve always been comfortable around each other, being dressed by him just feels like second nature. There might’ve been some slight tension at first, but he has always so gracefully ridden the line between making you feel sexy and beautiful but also respected and appreciated. That is just one of the million reasons you love him. The love you feel for Felix is so deep, and your relationship is so special to you. You’re constantly pushing your romantic feelings down in the name of preserving what you have, too scared to take the risk of losing it. After pulling the shirt down and smoothing you the wrinkles, he offers you his hand to help you off the bed.

“Spin for me” he commands and you do just that. This wouldn’t be the first time you played dress up with him styling and you modeling for him.

“Stunning, y/n. Truly” He compliments, eyes raking over your form then landing intensely on your own. You don't give yourself time to feel the coyness rising up your spine, turning to your vanity and flicking on the light.

“Makeup time!”

You quickly style your hair in a way to keep it off your face and neck because you know you'll be sweating later and go to the kitchen to pour some pregame drinks for you both. You turn on some confidence boosting ‘feeling myself’ type of music and scoot next to Felix to share the mirror. Before starting your makeup, you order your ride to be there to pick you both up in an hour. You pass products back and forth and bounce along to the music occasionally using the brushes as microphones to sing along. He has already finished his makeup and is picking up clothes trying to undo the disaster you two created earlier.

“Lixie, will you do my eyeliner?”

He immediately drops what he was doing to aid you; his hands are gentle but firm as he cups your chin and tilts your head up. You feel your drink start to hit you as you hand him the black liner and stare up getting lost in the freckles peppering his cheekbones that he intentionally leaves uncovered and his sweet but alluring brown eyes.

“You gotta close your eyes, love” unable to think of an excuse, you just default to apologizing.

“Shit, sorry” You mumble as you lightly close your eyes so as to not create any creases giving him a smooth working surface. When you feel him lightly using his fingers to smudge the edges to match the smoky look of his own makeup, you know it’s safe to open your eyes again. When you do, you see Felix has lent down to get a closer look at his work. His eyes immediately snap to yours, and his smudging finger slowly drags down your cheek. It's as if you were both in a trance for a moment, and when you snap out of it simultaneously, you turn your head to look in the mirror and Felix shoots back up straight.

“I need another drink,” he says, heading back to the kitchen.

Your ride picks you guys up in front of your building, and drops you off not 10 minutes later at the club you and your friends used to frequent a few years ago. Felix is not a big club guy, really only going when you invite him, but when you do go out together, it is always a night to remember. Tonight was will be no exception.

The club is packed and bumping. Music blaring, lights flashing, and the smell of sweat and perfume think in the air. While you’re surrounded by strangers, the atmosphere is familiar and welcoming. You immediately open a tab at the counter close to the main dancefloor as that is where you plan to spend most of your night. It’s not that you need to be drunk in order to dance, but it definitely helps the “get out of your head” thing that Felix prescribed. You and Felix are quick to find a corner of the dancefloor to lay claim to and start dancing separately for now, but that won’t last. Felix gets very touchy when he drinks, yet another thing you love about him. You are both quick to down your drinks in order to free up your hands to dance. Taking the empty cup from your hand, he leaves you to toss them in the garbage with intent to return quickly. You dance by yourself for a minute, feeling the rhythm flow through you and bass thumping in your chest, arms raised in the air and occasionally caressing down your body in the most stereotypical club dance fashion.

A song or two later, you realize Felix hasn’t returned. It doesn’t take long scanning the crowd to find him still by the trash can being held there by a stunning creature of a man chatting and lightly brushing Felix’s arm with his hand. Felix is giggling at the man's words flashing his perfect pearly smile. The beat leaves your body and your movements slow coming to a halt for you to stare. Felix is such an angel in appearance and personality, it's surprising there isn’t a line forming to simply get a second of his time. While you feel that's what he deserves, you’re so glad it's just the one guy, but still, Felix is yours, your best friend. This is your night with him.

When Felix’s eyes meet yours from across the room, his feet move without thinking carrying him to you while a genuine, playful grin spreads across his face biting his bottom lip. As he approaches, his steps become more rhythmic and he holds his hands out to you. Instead of remaining hand in hand to dance, he uses his grasp to spin you around, back to him. His hands grip your hips, and he helps you once again find the rhythm. Together, you start slow, rolling side to side on every other beat. Felix allows his hands to roam up and down your sides every now and again squeezing or sliding to your stomach to hold you back against him. When a faster tempo song comes on next, one of his hands slides up you back to rest on your shoulder, and he pulls you back into his chest and his lips graze the shell of your ear. You only get a few seconds to listen to his heavy breathing before you feel slight pressure pushing you to lean forward creating more direct contact of your ass on his front. Again his hands find your hips, this time less to guide you and more just to hold on as you grind back into him. You could’ve sworn you heard a groan that sounded a lot like Felix, but in the noisy environment, there's no way to be sure, and you sure as hell aren’t going to turn around to ask him.

This continues for a few songs, until the DJ turns plays a song neither of you are vibing to. You let Felix know you're going to run to the bathroom. Typically he would accompany you, but neither of you want to lose your spot. The line to the ladies room is surprisingly short, but the bathroom itself is unsurprisingly filthy. Two clogged toilets, a soapless hand rinse, and an obligatory drunk mirror selfie later you are ready to head back to Felix. Luckily you were prepared and brought your hand sanitizer with you. Trudging across the sticky floor and pushing through the building crowd, you finally make it back to the dance floor, but to your chagrin, someone is in your spot. An actual sex siren of a person is dancing next to Felix as they go back and forth speaking into each other ears behind cupped hands. Yet another party interested in your man. You're done being mad about it; you are ready to be sad about it, but instead of letting the rain clouds drown your fun, you decide its time for another drink. You find an empty spot to lean against the bar and wait for the bartender’s attention. When they finally approach, you graciously request another cocktail, but when they ask for the name on the tab the person next to you speaks up.

“Whatever she’s getting, put it on mine” The woman hands her card to the tender before turning to you.

“Are you sure?” you question, was your gloom written all over your face? She must’ve pitied you. She had been standing there the whole time, but you are just now noticing how handsome she is. She says nothing in response but holds eye contact and nods. Even if it was out of pity, you’ll always take a free drink. You thank her with a big grin.

“You have such a beautiful smile,” she says with a pleasant and sincere look. Oh. This isn't pity. She asks for your number; you maintain flirty banter waiting for your drinks, but once they arrive, you have to get back to Felix. This night is about spending time with your best friend not finding a rebound.

“You wanna dance?” She asks, gesturing back to the rolling crowd of bodies.

“Actually, I have to get ba…” You couldn’t finish refusing her offer as a hand grips the wrist of the hand not holding your new drink. Felix has his back to you dragging you back to the dancefloor. He forfeited your spot in order to steal you back. While you get pulled around, you chug your drink and toss the cup in a passing waste bin. When he finds an empty area, he stops and turns to you.

There is no playfulness left in his gaze, just a sultry glint as he drags his fingers across your collarbones and down your arm to your hand. Unlike the way he gripped your wrist, the way he intertwines your fingers can only be described as intimate. His touch is warm and bold as he spins around and raises your joined hands pulling you against his back. Just like he did to you earlier, you grip his waist and roll your hips with his. All inhibitions out the window. Your bodies moving as one, eyes closed, feeling his body on yours. The countless strangers fade away, and it's like it's just the two of you. Felix leans back into you dropping his head back onto your shoulder swaying his hips side to side. You think he’s saying something, but you can’t make out his words. You just let out a sound of agreement into his ear to appease him not wanting to stop dancing to try to figure it out. Despite your efforts to keep him grinding, Felix raises his head and turns to face you and throws his arms around your neck crossing his wrists in the back. You stand with your feet staggered with his to be as close as possible as you continue to dance together. Before you can really process, Felix is pressing his full and glossy lips to yours. His lips are salty from sweat but also sweet from his drink and lip oil and oh so rousing, causing your stomach to flip. Unlike other makeout sessions you’ve seen throughout the night, this one isn’t rough and needy, but passionate and sensual. The rhythm of the kiss matches the dance matches the song. You, again, are transported out of the club to somewhere just you and Felix can occupy made of your love and connection and desire. This isn’t the first time you’ve kissed Felix, but this kiss stands apart. It isn't the usual drunk kiss you share with your friends, it's so much more, fueled by fiery desire and years of longing. The kiss ends too soon as Felix leans his head on his upper arm that rests on your shoulder so his lips are inline with your ear. He whispers to you,

“Be mine y/n, please” He almost begs before placing a soft kiss to your earlobe and continuing,

“Be with me”

You don’t give a verbal answer but grab his flushed cheeks with both hands and peck his face with kisses before a final powerful one on the lips. Resting his forehead on yours, you’re both smiling so hard it’s almost painful. Thankfully, you both kept your drinking under control, perfectly waking the edge between tipsy and drunk, or you’d be scared this was an intoxicated dream or misremebrance. Felix already has his phone out ordering a ride to a nearby 24 hour diner to stave off your hangovers and chat about what the future has in store.

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A.n- thanks for reading :) I’m posting this on my lunch break lol.

-mo🪩

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dragonsoulage · 2 days ago

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Jaws

feat. Gyutaro

When he got those jaws that making you so afraid, suddenly feel like the safest place on earth. Gyutaro grew so obsessed with you, trying to act against his destructive nature. He hated and loved it at the same time.

Hello guys, I just felt like I wanted to write something about my favorite demon man. It’s angsty and a little toxic perhaps. Like girl, he is obsessing over you. But sometimes this is what we want right? No matter how toxic it is he is my baby demon 🥺🤌🏻 but this is fiction and this is fine, when you struggle with these things in real life I hope you get all the help you deserve ✨💕

Wordcount: 5k

Warnings: obsessiv behavior, kinda toxic and twisted dynamics, mentions of ab*se and r*pe (other people toward you not Gyutaro), stalking, over all angst

You were a cute little thing, delicate even. A sweet girl, always modest, and you always tried not to draw any kind of attention. You worked in the entertainment district. Indeed, working in the house where this dark haired Oiren was feared by every girl. The beautiful woman with these sharp eyes that didn't stop to lecture you with the backside of her hand when you forgot to clean a spot.

You didn't work as a whore, you didn't sell your body. But you were there to clean, to made sure the girls there had everything they needed. Fresh clothing, make up and over all a clean place.

You made sure everything was in place, as you always did.

Yourself trying to hide behind a curtain of your hair, to not make any men who visited the establishment to not look at you.

When they wanted you, they would get you. These were the rules in this house. When they paid, they would get what they desire.

And who would want a shy, little mouse trying to hide behind dust and handmaid works?

Usually you simply were overlooked, and this had been fine with you.

Although in the meantime, you always felt like someone watched you. That some intense eyes would bore in the back of your head, just waiting you would look around.

That someone was trying to catch a glimpse of you. But even when you turned your head, you never saw anything.

Just a feeling, you tried to brush off as annoying paranoia, since some girls got missing.

Little did you know that a pair of bloodshot, yellow eyes followed your every move.

At least when he could, every time Gyutaro was able to separate from his sister Daki. Since the one time she spoke to you, lectured you, made you cry. He grew curious.

The demon grew a little obsessed. Who were you?

A girl trying to hold in her tears when Daki punished you with a sharp slap across your cheek.

You tried to be so strong, but after all you were just a little, pathetic human, weren't you not? It was not the first time he saw someone like you.

Sweet, but everyone overlooked you.

Caring and everyone took it for granted

Modest never meant to shine.

And the weird thing, instead of being disappointed no one saw you, you seemed to be quite fine with it.

Liked being for yourself, being alone. Maybe because you gave up on the fact that there could be people that actually liked you. That were honest enough to not hide their cruel intentions.

Life kicked you with feet, and you seemed to just hold it in.

He liked it, observed it wanting to consume, the very reason why you were acting like it.

Trying to find happiness although everything around you crumbled.

And every time he was outside Dakis body, he went looking for you. Actually following you around. Watching how you did your duties.

Even right now, from across the window, he sat on another roof, his eyes scanning your form over and over again.

He grew familiar with the feeling to see the enticing sway of your hips in that simple kimono you wore. The way you brushed back a strand of your hair from your forehead when you changed the sheets of a bed.

He crouched on the edge of the roof, his nail of his thumb put between his sharp teeth. Was he nervous? Nah, trying to hold himself back.

"So pure, it's disgusting." he mumbled to himself, watching the dim light on your face, made you glow. Made his heart jump. Did he ever have a heart? Not that he knew about it.

Gyutaro was obsessed, with that little mouse he wanted to catch so bad in his trap.

Torn between the feeling that he wanted to touch you, without ripping your skin off. And yet degrading you in his thoughts.

Himself confused, so confused he not even told Daki about it.

Then you bend over, grabbing the dirty sheets from the ground to put in a basket. And even when this didn't reveal your body, he felt how he bowed forward, as if he could pass the chance to see everything in detail. You had such a lovely figure, he adored it, he hated it. Everything that he couldn't describe.

Maybe this was the day of days? Maybe he should simply jump down, crawl into this window and ogle you, before he would try to figure out what he should do to you.

Not that he ever would know what he wanted to do. His desire perverse and yet for some reason Gyutaro didn't want you to be afraid. Not so fast, at least. Because he tends to kill someone before he spoke with them.

And he didn't want to ruin this pretty smooth skin, he yearned to touch.

Then he could watch how you went to take the dirty laundry, and after this how your steps took you to your own small chamber. How you opened the window wide to let in some fresh air.

The demon loved to watch when you opened your hair, when you started brushing it.

"Disgusting, so disgusting." he spoke to himself, like a reminder, even when everything he saw was anything but that.

"Always being so pretty, so anxious to be seen. But I see you, I see you little mouse." he whispered under his breath. Grotesque body jumping finally down, stepping to the window.

Your chamber was on the floor. He decided to stand right beside the wide opened window frame.

And there was this feeling again, as if you were being watched. It unsettled you so deeply, every time. And yet you never could understand where it was coming from.

It was nearly cute how your brow pulled together, how you looked so lost around. With fear, you would find something and yet with the hope you finally could discover what made you feel like this.

You went over to the window, Gyutaro not even moving, he stood in the shadow of the wall, as if humans ever would take a closer look? That never happened, so he just smiled wide with the knowledge of how much he unsettled you. The demon was twisted, he wanted to make you uncomfortable but also not...he couldn't put this in place.

You walked over, looking outside for a moment, the cool air making your cheeks flush a little. When you didn't see anything, you went to the mirror again, taking the brush before you settled into the seat. Brushing your hair with so much care.

You started humming, maybe to calm yourself. He adored this part so much, listen to the gentle hum of your voice. He always imagined you would hum it for him. And this was the moment he stopped thinking about making you scared. This was the weird part of him, that remembered how it was being human. Not that it came back, but Gyutaro felt like he would have forgotten something, and this humming brought back feelings he couldn't explain.

His sharp teeth that had been grinning now closed, indeed his eyes looked to the ground as he leaned his tall body against the wall. Just listening to your voice.

You hummed so beautifully, one of the fewer things he wanted to appreciate, even when his demonic nature didn't let him.

After some short while, he decided to stalk a little from the window.

Looking inside, his fingers laid on the frame. You braided your hair so neatly now, had dressed yourself in some shorter sleeping robe, exposing your legs and thighs.

Creamy skin, so innocent, so alluring. It was weird he didn't want to draw blood, he wanted to touch you, feeling this smoothness under his own fingertips.

You were such an eyesore, when only people would take a closer look.

But he, he took a close look, every time he could. Even when the normal customers overlooked you, as you wanted...not Gyutaro. He draws even closer, risking that you might see him.

Would you scream? Maybe, maybe, he would be able to listen to that cute yell your throat would let out.

And you could feel your body trembling, so uncomfortable when you thought about the fact. After you were done braiding your hair, you still hummed a song from your childhood. But when you turned around and stood up, what you saw made your blood run cold.

Some sharp nails that draw away from the window. You ran over to the window again, so hasty. Gyutaro could just make it to the rooftop across. Somehow he wanted you to see him.

But this what you saw, a shadow on the roof, and the two yellow eyes staring back at you, right into your very soul. The soul he wanted to possess so fucking badly.

Your breath stopped, so your feeling was not just paranoia, it was real. Every time you felt it, it was this shadow watching you.

Yellow, droopy and haunting eyes staring right at you.

You felt as if you could die on the spot, hoping it was just a bad dream. Not even able to close the window as you watched how this shadowy figure sat on top of the roof from across.

Wavy hair waving in the wind as he crouched there. "Finally you know I am there. Curious little thing and so stupid." again he spoke to himself, as he watched how shocked your cute face looked up into the sky. He cocked his head to the side.

"How fast I could kill her when she is standing there and looking with that sweet scowl in her face. Foolish baby." he muttered and chuckled to himself. And just then you closed the window....

The next day wasn't any better for you, you had this sick gut feeling something would happen.

Your thoughts always by this shadowy, grotesque figure you had seen.

But well, this was just the start.

As the good girl you were, you still did your duties, but always looking around with that irritated expression on your face.

But in the late night...there he came. Not out of the shadow, but he came to startle you.

Just the moment you put away a broom in a closet, this gut feeling came back. You were like frozen in place, not even dared to turn around.

"Look at that...stupid, stupid, little girl finally noticed me." you heard his creaky voice, you gasped in fear. Just then, you slowly wanted to turn your head.

"Nah, don't turn around, pretty angel. Not when I don't tell you to." he spoke, before he draws closer. Feeling his lean and tall frame looming over your smaller one. You stood right in his shadow that covered you.

You could smell a faint smell of blood. And it made you shiver, nearly some small tears collected in your pretty orbs. He would have love to see it, even when he would hate it. But he decided just to talk, not to touch.

And as on command you didn't turn around. Felt how he stood right behind you.

"Who are you?" the question just came out of your mouth so fast, he could listen to the fear in your voice.

"Perhaps a shadow observing you." he answered, watched how your delicate shoulders rose and fell with every breath.

"You always hide behind that shiny hair, behind this handmaiden duties. Hope no one sees you. But I do." it was like a little confession, it didn't sound so unkind how he wanted it.

You probably felt so soft, he was so twisted to want to see your suffering and yet to have this sweet smile on your lips.

"I don't want to draw attention." you replied, looking right to the shadow that was on the wall. You weren't sure if he was a monster, or if he was just a tall man.

"Oh, I know, but you can't escape from my eyes, sweet thing. You make me crazy, do you know that?" he said, stepping closer so you could feel his body heat, it was making you shift.

"The damn way you do everything so neatly, being so modest. And so fucking...good. Makes me want to destroy it..." Gyutaro meant, and at the end you could listen to the refrainment. His clawed hand reached out, wanting to touch that flawless skin.

Destroying and killing was in his nature. And yet he tried to not do it.

"And yet I won't." he added, and this was the moment he couldn't hold it back. His finger brushed away a strand of your hair. Caressing your cheek, oh you started crying he felt the wet streaks of your salty tears run down your cheek.

"And what is it what you want, when you don't want to kill me? Is it worse?" question over question.

"Oh, I love a good kill, the way that humans are just a bag of blood. How the life fades from their eyes. But I want to see more than just life fading from yours." Gyutaro made his point clearer now, himself surprised, he caught a drop of your tears, wiping it away. Surprisingly gentle.

"You watch me since months, I felt it. And now you speak in riddles. Tell me what you want?" you were so afraid and yet so curious.

"What I want, foolish girl? When I do what I want, you already would be pressed against the wall and my teeth would sink in your flesh, these are my instincts..." he said to you with a low growl and his eyes glowing in the dimly lit light. But what he truly wanted...he wanted your adoration.

"Tell me, little human. Why is that....that I want to hear you hum for me? That I don't want to rip out your throat? That it is to die for when you would look at me?" he asked, then cocking his head to the side. This was the moment when you again tried to turn your head, but he grabbed it with a splayed out hand.

"I said do not turn around." he repeated firm, not ready that you saw him quite yet. He was aware of his ugliness.

And even as a demon, he felt insecure about it, toward you. "Sorry." you whispered and trembled, felt how his fingers stroked through your locks. So silky and smooth, his eyes wandering over your hair. "Maybe this what you really want is...not just a brutal kill? I-I can hum for you." you spoke, and he could listen to the fear in your voice. What you did now, was to survive, at least for you. Although, this demon would never kill you. He felt these urges, but somehow he was strong enough to not do it. You just offered it because you were afraid.

"Hum for me? Hm? Cute, but pathetic. Let me tell you something..." he answered and he leaned in. His breath ghosting over your ear.

"I crave you, I want to devour you, but I don't want to kill you. Get under your skin, without ripping it off. I want something I don't even know that it exist for something like me. It runs so deep in my being, makes me less murderous for you." he said to you, it was a cruel confession laced with words that were too sweet for him. And then...then he finally left.

This went on for weeks, every now, and then he caught you off guard, sometimes leaving gifts for you. And what gifts were these? Well, surprisingly thoughtful, for a demon like him.

A rose, the petals white with some blood sprinkles on it from his latest victim. But the special thing about it? He removed every thorn of this rose so it wouldn't hurt you, so your delicate skin couldn't draw any blood. The thing was, what should you do about it? No one would believe you when you say a demon wanted your attention, but you didn't know what he looked like?

Although, it was not only uncomfortable. When he wanted to talk with you, always so you were facing away from him. Still not ready that you saw him, that you could take in his ugly visage.

He was convinced you would think he was unappealing. Besides this, sometimes you still trembled when he was close.

And right now he was in your room, like a predator stalking his prey. Every resource of light he blew out. So the only thing you saw were his eyes.

When you two talked, well as twisted as he was...you could gather left emotions on him. The way he, wanted to be seen, wanted to be cherished, although this was not something that a demon should want right?

Underneath that brutal exterior you could see a sad person, a lot of hate but also a lot of injustice.

Maybe he was never a saint as human, and far away from this as demon, but he...he never hurt you. Yes he looked and yearned but he never hurt you. So there was something, where this was coming from, right?

"I never see you, but you always see me." you stated then, sitting on your bed, on the edge as you felt how he knelt before it, his head laid in your lap. Oh, how he loved this warmth of your thighs, the soft skin his fingers dug in. He took a hand of you, wanted a soothing touch of you against his head and hair. This is what he had seen by other human couples. He wanted it.

"There is no point in seeing me." he answered you, your fingers went through his hair.

It was like you would caress a wild predator and hoped it wouldn't bite off your hand. But behind all of that, a monster that was made to it. That barely could remember any humanity left. And yet he found it when he was with you to a certain degree.

"Well, there is one. You are the only one that sees me, really me. Maybe I just want to know who is looking at me. It would be a fair point, wouldn't it?" you asked him, still careful, but you managed to figure out how to talk with him.

"You don't even need to discuss this with me. Just keep doing your thing here, before I leave." he spoke to you, pushing his head more into your head. He seemed more depressed than usual. Less bloodthirsty.

"I-what is it what makes your heart heavy?" you then asked, brave enough to finally do, your fingers messaging his scalp as you felt how his large hands splayed out on the sides of your thighs. Before his grip went tighter. He was so conflicted.

"Gyutaro?" you spoke his name, it nearly hurt him. He liked you, really did, and he hated everything about it. He felt as he would get lost in something he couldn't control nor could he destroy.

"While you are being so soft, so pretty, have this sweet smile.... I have these jaws, crushing anyone who comes my way." he said before he let out an irritated chuckle because of his twisted nature. Nails dug in our skin, but not hard enough to draw blood.

"You did not crush me." you replied faster than you wanted, even for you, it was weird.

You never wanted to be seen, and yet he saw you, and it felt...good, actually. Maybe not healthy because of his obsession. But someone who saw you and was honest from the start with you.

"Come on...show me, show me your pretty white jaws." you whispered, your voice innocent, yearning for a reveal so lovingly. Did he deserve to get treated so tender? Probably not. And then you felt him shift from your lap. Hands still on your thighs, he was still so large even when he knelt, and you sat on the bed, on eyesight with you. You could feel the breath from him on your skin.

"Jaws bite, they tear apart. I don't want to tear you apart." he said to you, simply being honest with himself now. He did not want to see you hurt. Not from him. Although his nature forbid that. He simply forgot he was more than just a demon. More than an upper moon rank. Underneath of all that blood, there was a soul. Just a glimpse of it. And he was reminded so painfully of it. He deserved to go to hell, although he did not regret for killing people. Taking innocent lives. But he regrets being a gruesome monster that could tear the one girl apart he wanted so bad.

You then took a deep breath, it was new for you, these things. Your small hands found the way to the shape of his face. Delicate fingers stroking over his skin. Nearly making him turn away. Still everything was dark, the only thing you always clearly saw were his eyes.

"Jaws...are sharp. But they don't have to bite when they don't want." your voice ringed in his ear. Made him stop for a moment to consider to leave.

You pulled his face just a little closer. "You are indeed stupid, aren't you? I am a demon, girl. I take what I want, not caring for feelings." he said to you, but he did not pull away. As if he wanted to make you to stop, for your sake.

"When you wouldn't care, would you not already just let me see you, before you take what you want? You care...in your way. I don't say it's good, but underneath all of that...there isn't just blood and gore." your words sounded so nice, made his breath just hitch a little.

"The line between delicate and harsh aren't always that big, even when you got these jaws." you added then and leaned in. Your soft lips brushing against his.

"Show me then where the delicate starts and the harsh stops." he whispered, yearning for this moment so long now.

Before you kissed him in the dark. And it took him a good moment to realize. This time it was the demon who jumped nearly out of his skin. Not used to a gentle behavior towards him. Just a second, he allowed himself to feel this. Your soft lips against his, kissing him, although you were shaking. Out of fear, out of feeling? Probably both, it was creepy, but it was unique.

After this moment...it was like he was consumed. As he always wanted to consume you. Lips getting harsher, sloppier. Hands of him grabbing your waist. Before he pinned you in speed down the bed, hovering over you.

You heard a growl before he captured your lips again. Hungry and starving, for love no one ever showed him until now.

"Gyutaro." you let out, although you felt his hand on your throat then, creeping up, squeezing gently. It was not like he wanted to go far, not even knowing what he did. Not aware how consumed he was. Differently than before.

The other large hand of him grabbed your wrist, pinned it down on the bed. So helpless, so soft. All his, finally his. All he did was going after instinct now. "So pretty... just feeling you." he murmured, squeezing your throat tighter, earning a helpless gasp from you.

Your free hand that wasn't pinned grabbed his wrist, is iron grip around your neck, was too tight. "Gyu-" you tried to say. And this was just the moment when he noticed what happened, he choked you so much he stopped your breathing. So all consumed and taking, he didn't realize.

And this was a moment...a moment he shattered by the fact he hurt you. He always resists doing this, but now? This kiss, you granted him...and he destroyed it. For him, a testament that a monster like him couldn't change. Even things he didn't want to destroy would have been slipping through his hands.

With quick movements, he let you go out of his grasp. And before you could say anything, he was gone...

He was always the one who lost, lost his life, lost his feeling, lost his control and now losing the one thing he wanted to keep so badly. Just because he couldn't comprehend. After this moment...you didn't see him for a long time.

Gyutaro decided it was best, before he even would kill you. It was sad, more than that, actually.

Making him angry. Twisted and cursed was his being...

So pure made him want to tear you apart, and the other made him want to caress your soft skin. Drying salty tears from your cheeks.

Weeks went over, many weeks you missed him in some way. Aware that this what happened didn't happened because he wanted to choke you, more because he just didn't know how to handle it. You saw a person under this, and you were sad because if this person under the demon. The man he had been. Although he was gruff, actually more than that, ready to draw blood, but he was still a person.

Right now, you were outside, walking down an alley for some errands. Although it was quite late for that. And of course something happened, a group of men, starting to follow you. No matter how much you had tried to hide yourself, they were men. They didn't care how you look or who you were, they wanted to do something bad.

And when you were around the next corner...you cried for help.

"Please..." laying on the ground, being pushed against the wall with your back. Already a fist had landed in your pretty face.

"Yeah, go on, girl. Beg us, hm?" one of them said to you while the other one hold your legs down. Your heart pounding, feeling actually lost and this time the fear you felt...it was shattering, when you met Gyutaro a real monster, you were afraid too, but just because it was a normal reaction to the unknown. This time? This was anxiety on a level, you would rather die then to endure this. Your limbs tried to break free, as one of the men opened your kimono, baring your torso to their amusement. Torment you, when they degraded you. Salty tears streamed down your face.

"Such a pretty face, with even more pretty assesses." one of them said to you, and you heard how he opened his pants. Crying and trying to break free.

It was heartbreaking to listen to the way you were hold down.

But before anything further could happen, you heard a slash and then felt a warm fluid rain on you.

A tall figure throwing the men on your right away with ease, against the next wall, this man died on the spot with a broken skull.

Before the last man could run away, a scythe ended his life, with an easy slice through his torso, splitting him apart. You sat there against the wall, clothes torn apart. And your big eyes watched the scene with horror. What you saw was Gyutaro, finally seeing him, fully him in the lights of a streetlamp. Seeing his bony structure, the black blotches on his face and body.

He had withdrawn from you that one time. Afraid he could hurt you...you weren't even able to say anything. Still so in shock after the events.

He couldn't let this happened, when he heard your cries for help, your voice. The way your tears streamed down your face. No matter how twisted he was...for you now he would kill, and he didn't kill for humans. Just for you.

He came closer, he saw your torn open kimono, decided to grab the fabric and tug it gently back into place. The blood sprinkled on your face...and this was the moment where it broke you.

You started crying and sobbing. Too much going on. Arms of you threw around him as you hid your face in his chest. "No one draws breath again, when they touch you. Not as long as I exist." he then said, insecure a hand of him laid against the back of your head.

"I am sorry."he added, probably more because of this what he had done, when he had choked you that one time, obsessing over you. Even when he couldn't help it. But for you, in your eyes, this demon was still more human than actual people were. He saw you, when others don't.

He drew away because he didn't want anything bad to happen to you, turned against his twisted nature for once. And yet he came back to kill for you. You just shook your head, pressed your face more against him. You saw him now, and no matter how grotesque and ugly he thought he looked, for you, it was now the face that saved your life. That saved you from being an empty shell, after these men would have committed a crime to you. Who ever knows if you hadn't ended up dead.

This was the start, of a relationship, rather you, nor he really would understand. But alone, the way you clung to him now. Made him forget about the insecurity that you saw him.

"Don't be sorry. Not for that." you said your voice breaking a little, you wanted to say more, but you couldn't for now, needed to take in what had happened first.

He then gently picked you, like the fragile little thing you were. Probably you were the safest girl in the world now. No one could harm you, when Gyutaro was the one loving you, no matter how twisted and obsessed it was. You were his priority.

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Eskel watched and listened silently as the crimson haired Sorceress spoke, absorbing every word from her, as he gradually finished up with cleaning himself. At last she closed and set the book down, taking the time to rise and remove her towel... revealing the perfect, pale body beneath in full to his gaze again. Candle light accentuating her curves and full, sizable breasts as she sauntered over to settle down near him at the tub. Soon she extended a hand to slip under the water and rub against his thigh, his manhood rock hard for her already, especially at her teasing words and and the picture she painted. The heat in his blood only deepening ever further, it seemed, drawing a chuckle from him. At her touches, viper eyes meeting her hazel pair, his marred visage smirked deeper, reaching out to toy with the crimson strands of her hair as his deep, amused and aroused voice returned to her again. His touch slowly lowering from her hair and travelling down over her collar, breasts and settling between her legs, starting to rub her womanhood enticingly as he spoke slowly and temptingly, for the evening ahead of them. Getting her gradually wet and ready for what was to come.

"Mmm. True. Can't say I'd mind though, ain't ever been the jealous sort, we're both above that sort of drama. Nobody is a threat to replace either of us... and our appetites tend to be in sync. Keep things fresh now and again, at our ages. Be fun to watch what you can do, seducing an innocent and unsuspecting stable boy. Turn him to a plaything in your hands. Find out if you've still got it. But... perhaps that can wait until after the foreplay, if you're interested then. You are right... evening's young... and I've always been more of a having the best first type... instead of saving the best for last..."

The Witcher murmured to Sabrina, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips, letting it linger and getting a good taste of her as he rubbed her womanhood throughout, coaxing her clit. Then, at last, he rose up from the tub, exposing himself entirely as well in the candle light, smirking as he stepped out of the tub and toweled himself off swiftly. Casting it aside, he scooped the crimson haired woman up with ease and carried her back to the bed, laying her down atop it and joining her there, starting to kiss along her neck, collar and down to her sizable breasts, licking, rubbing and suckling at each. Taking his time. His viper eyes looked back up at her all the while, drinking in the view of her and her reactions he drew from her all the while. Descending ever lower and moving to her aroused womanhood, kissing it as well, hands gripping either side of her legs to prop them up on his shoulders and lay herself back on the bed. Her taste was welcome as ever, and he savored it, tongue moving skillfully against and within her, suckling as well, fingers joining in as well now and again, slipping slowly and deeply within the delicious redhead. Each taste only making him desire her more.

@fallesto

Her eyes sparkled with mirth, watching as Eskel rolled his at her words, but it brought merely a smirk playing upon her full lips. "Ah, but where would be the fun in that? The stable hands, the servers, there eyes wonder and so do there thoughts, it is fun to tease them and leave them hanging on for a little bit more." she quipped, her gaze lingering on his bare chest, the water beading along the lines of muscle and scars. "I'd much rather keep your company for the evening, and perhaps see what other... 'services' you've learned since we last saw been with one other. I've missed your... particular brand of charm, Witcher."

Her voice was a low purr, a siren's call that made any pure blooded man’s pulse quicken. Despite the jovial banter, there was a palpable tension in the air, a dance of desire that had been building since they'd reunited. She watched as he leaned back in the tub, water sloshing against the edges as he did, his eyes never leaving hers. "As I remember, all of these months on the road, and you have been nothing other than a grump," she said, the heat in her voice rising with the flames in the fireplace.

“Do not tempt me to see what would happen if they came here.”

She chuckled, her eyes flickering back to the pages of the book briefly before she set it aside. "Besides, it has not all been mere work on this book and gatjhering samples from the beasts you slay, maybe I've picked up a few new tricks of my own," she said, a hint of mischief in her voice. She began to peel off her towel, revealing the soft, pale flesh beneath. The firelight danced over her curves, casting shadows that only served to enhance her beauty. Eskel felt his mouth go dry as he watched, his body responding instinctively.

Her gaze never left his as she stepped closer to the tub, one hand trailing along the edge. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. We've got all night, and you have been tense, worked up and worried." she purred, a seductive smile playing on her lips. "First, let's see if you can still keep up with me, Witcher, or have all these months on the road, slowed you down, maybe a stable boy would be wise to summon to the room, if you're tired, you poor thing." With that, she leaned over, her hand slipping beneath the water to tease his thigh. Her touch was like a bolt of lightning, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body.

“Your the only man, that can ever keep up with me.”

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Fallen Empires - Chapter 8

Pairing: Geta x OFC

Summary: Having done the unthinkable to secure his throne, Emperor Geta rules with ruthlessness and paranoia. Now, after escaping an assassination attempt, a badly injured Geta is saved by Daphne, a young widow, who takes him back to her remote village without knowing his true identity. As Daphne nurses the former emperor back to health, attraction blooms between them, and Geta discovers a soft side he didn't know he possessed. But can their love survive his thirst for revenge and his desire to reclaim power?

Chapter warnings: some mentions of violence and sexual content, Geta is still a jerk (he has a long way to go!)

Chapter word count: 3.8k

Prologue + Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60533293/chapters/157633438

Chapter 8

Geta overslept. He didn't wake until the sun baked the hut into an oven and the heat jolted him out of bed.

The front room was empty. Daphne was nowhere to be seen. She certainly wasn't in the hut, and she wasn't in the garden. Not a breeze stirred outside. The goats were lying down in the shade of the laurel trees, too lethargic even to sneak some bites of the herbs spread out on a clean cloth nearby to dry in the sun. The only things still moving were the bees, busily moving amongst the flowers, oblivious to the heat. The donkey was gone from his usual spot. Had Daphne gone to the village then? But she had just made her rounds the other day... She was probably avoiding him out of shyness. And who wouldn't be shy after a night like that?

His breakfast was on the table as usual, and as he ate, he recalled the night with a smug sense of triumph. So he'd brought her to her knees after all. Or, rather, to her back. And he would have her on her knees before long, he decided, feeling an echo of the fire from the previous night stirring in his loins again.

It wasn't that Daphne was particularly good at bed-sport. He'd had some camp followers in Britannia and Germania that were much better, and as for the whores of the provinces on his travels, especially in Alexandria, well... they could do things that made one's eyes water just to think about. But it was the way she'd come to him, so timid and yet so bold. Oh, he'd had plenty of women who came to him willingly enough, but they had always been so confident in their skills as seductresses. There was something rather sweet in Daphne's gracelessness. It was as if she had been so eager to give herself to him that she didn't care how she did it. It flattered him.

If he was perfectly honest with himself, he would admit that he wouldn't have had the courage to approach her had she not come to him first. But she had. She was just a woman, after all. Under all that lean flesh and hard bones and dour expressions, she was just as soft and warm as any of them. All his fears and doubts about her, thinking of her as a goddess? Nonsense. It was simply the shock of seeing a naked woman again after so long. That and the beauty of the moonlit night had overthrown his senses, it was all.

By Jupiter, but it felt good to lie with a woman again after all these months. It felt good to know his injuries had not robbed him completely of his strength. True, she had left the room in a bit of a huff afterward, when he refused her kiss. But he had never allowed anyone to kiss him, nor had he ever kissed anyone, on the mouth or anywhere else on the body, for that matter. The mouth is noble and sacred, used for talking, commanding, and praying, and so it must be pure and immaculate. In Rome, he had often scoffed at the senators' habit of greeting each other with a kiss. Effete, conniving lot! He much preferred a soldier's straightforward way of greeting, by clasping each other's hand. You greet a person and get the measure of him at the same time.

Geta did some light exercises until it got too hot to move. Daphne didn't come back at lunchtime. He found some cheese and olives and ate them with the last of the bread. It was too hot in the bedroom with its tiny window, so he collapsed on the cot and cooled himself with a fan. The pillow smelled of soapwort, and when he caught himself nuzzling it, he frowned in irritation and flung it away. If the woman didn't see it fit to tell him where she'd gone, then he certainly wouldn't moon after her like some lovesick calf.

When she didn't come back at sunset, his irritation turned to concern. Had there been an emergency in the village? No, he would've heard the bell then. Had she had another run-in with her father?

Geta went out to the top of the path, peering into the twilight. Half of him wanted to look for her, while the other half hesitated, afraid of being seen in the village, afraid of being lost amongst the hills. But if she didn't come back by the next day, he decided, he would have to risk it.

Just as he thought this, a soft bray sounded amongst the rock, and a moment later, Daphne's familiar figure appeared on the path, clad in her usual dark stole, leading the donkey with one hand.

The sight of her sent a great relief through him, and he almost ran down the path to meet her, only he stopped himself in time. It would not do to let her know how much he'd thought of her, how much he'd longed for her. He turned on his heel and returned to the hut, hoping she had not seen him. And thus, when Daphne came in, he was sitting at the table idly examining her jars of herbs and potions, looking for all the world like he'd just had a relaxing day by himself.

"There you are," he said with what he hoped was a cool, uninterested air.

"Are you having trouble with your bowel movements?" Daphne asked.

"What?"

She nodded at the jar he was holding. "That's for softening stools."

Geta reddened and dropped the jar on the table. "I wasn't looking at the jar," he stammered. "I was appraising your penmanship. You still need a lot of practice."

But Daphne was no longer listening. After a quick, frowning glance at him, she unwound her stole and hung it up. He gulped. Underneath she was wearing only a short, sleeveless tunic, loosely belted about her waist. Give her a bow and quiver, and she could pass for the hunting Diana.

No. First Aurora, then Luna, and now Diana? He must stop thinking of her as a goddess. She was nothing. Just a peasant woman.

"You've been to the village?" he asked, for want of something to say.

"Yes. Sorry I'm so late, but I brought dinner."

She unpacked her basket, which contained bread, some grilled meat, and juicy figs, and they sat down to eat. The food was good—it was the first time Geta had had meat and fresh fruits since he came here—but the atmosphere was tense. Their night together stood between them like some enormous thing. It remained lurking for now, but any mention of it would make it spring to life, sucking up the light and air in the room, like a spirit that only came into being when its name was spoken. Neither of them spoke. A heavy silence hung over them.

Several times Geta caught Daphne glancing at him, not with that searching look she'd given him by the cistern, but with sadness and longing. When their eyes met, she quickly looked away again, her cheeks flushed with more than just the heat. He thought of her the night before, not looking at him, her body fluttering under his hands as she guided him to take her clothes off. He thought of her staying away for a whole day, only to come back with a feast—or as close to a feast as she could—for him, and he grinned to himself. She's feeling shy, that's all.

After dinner, Daphne cleared away the plates and brought in the herbs, now as dried as straw. She stood at the table and sorted through them, some to be grounded into decoctions and brews, others tied into bundles. Seated at the doorway of the bedroom, Geta watched her, feasting his eyes on her elegant arms, round shoulders, and shapely calves.

"Come to bed," he called to her. He had quite forgotten his resolve to appear cool and uninterested. He was sure now that Daphne wanted him and was only too shy to act upon it. That husband of hers had died a long time ago; Geta would've gladly bet that he had been an oafish farm boy, unable to give her the true pleasure of marital bliss. Well, Geta was not well versed in marital bliss either, but he knew pleasure, at least his own. He could show her...

"You go to bed," she said without turning around. "I'm busy."

She was the one that sounded cool and uninterested, and doubt crept into his mind. She had been a widow for eight years, and she lived alone, with no male relatives to protect her. Could it be that he had not been the first man since her husband to share her bed? He banished the idea. The way she'd moved the night before wasn't like a woman who had had a lot of experiences. And even if she'd had other lovers, none of them were here, were they? He was.

"I mean, come to bed with me," he said.

"I need to finish up here. And you need your rest."

It wasn't exactly a rejection. She lifted her arm to hang the herbs on the hooks dangling from the rafters. The short hem of the tunic rose, showing a glimpse of her thighs, and he thought he would go mad with want. He got up and walked across the room, slowly, for he was still prone to shortness of breath, until he came up behind her. "Come to bed," he said again.

She bent over the herbs, patently ignoring him. He reached out and ran the back of his fingers over her arm, his touch light as a feather. Her breath hitched, but she didn't move away. Emboldened, he moved closer, brushed away the tendrils of hair on the nape of her neck, and pressed his nose there. Her very skin seemed to be permeated with the fragrance of soapwort, along with the sweetness of honey and the warm smell of herbs and sunshine, and he breathed in deeply, letting her scent fill his nose until he became quite giddy with it.

Daphne stood still. From the heaving of her shoulders, he could feel her breath coming out in slow, shaky puffs. He moved even closer and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to him, so she could feel how much he wanted her. She leaned back, so his face fitted perfectly into the crook between her neck and her shoulder, and let out a sigh.

When he said "Come to bed" for the third time, she finally turned around to face him.

"Are you married?" she asked.

The question took him by surprise. "Would you not come to bed with me if I am?" he asked.

"Of course."

"That didn't stop you last night," he pointed out.

She blushed a little, looking for a moment so sweet and maidenly that it took all of Geta's willpower not to take her there and then. "That was different," she said.

"How?"

"I didn't know then. I didn't think to ask. I'm asking you now."

"You are aware that I could very well lie to you and you wouldn't know." As I'm already lying to you, he thought.

"Yes. But this gives you a chance to tell the truth. If you did lie, it would be both to me and to your wife. I wouldn't be your knowing accomplice."

Her reasoning was odd, but he couldn't deny that it made a certain amount of sense. And either way, he wouldn't have to lie to her.

"No," he said, relieved to be telling the plain truth for once. "I'm not married."

There had been plans and talks of marriage. But he hadn't paid attention to any of the terrified young girls offered up to him. Though he knew that having an heir would help to secure his throne, he'd been too busy sowing his wild oats, not wanting to be tied up to a wife just yet. And even if he'd had a wife and child, there was no guarantee that they would have been safe from his enemies, so why risk it?

Would Daphne be safe once he was found? He shivered and drew her close, trying to banish such thoughts from his head. She put her arms around him. He undid her belt and tugged at the tunic, pulling it over her head. She let him, giggling quietly as the garment got stuck at her elbows, forcing her to wriggle out of it. After tossing the tunic aside, he buried his nose in her neck again. How smooth her skin was, how soft and cool her body was, as it wrapped around him like the water of the stream that had brought him to her, washing away his dark thoughts. Would that she could wash away his crimes as well...

He tried to pick her up, only he was still too weak. His arms slid from her and his legs crumpled. His face burned up, ashamed at his frailty, but Daphne didn't seem to mind. Smiling, she helped him into the back room, where they collapsed onto the bed.

She drew him down to her, seeking his lips. By reflex, he twisted away from her.

"What's wrong?" she asked, full of concern.

"Nothing," he said, tossing his head to get rid of the gentle hand cradling his jaw. "Just don't do that."

She gazed at him, her green eyes appearing dark gray in the dim room, but he could still see the expression in them—there was curiosity there, and sympathy, and something very close to pity as well. It made him squirm. He, the terror of the barbarians, he who had led the army against the Caledonians, the Alemanni, and the Parthians, he who had plundered the entire city of Alexandria, was now squirming under the gaze of a woman, a near-illiterate peasant. He couldn't have that.

"Turn around," he told her.

Daphne frowned. "What?"

"Turn around. Lie on your belly."

Her eyes widened in understanding. "But I wish to look upon your face," she said.

"I don't. Turn around."

She raised an eyebrow at his gruff tone. "No," she said flatly. "I don't like that."

His embarrassment turned to anger. He seized her arm, gripping it tight, which meant as tight as he could, his hands still not as strong as they used to be. "You will turn around," he said through clenched teeth.

"I will not," she said, her voice hard. "I'm not some camp follower for you to order about. If you can't take no for an answer, then forget this." She pushed him away and got out of bed.

"Get back here!" he shouted.

"Or what?" She whirled around to face him, a cold glint of anger in her eyes. "This is my house! I only let you stay here out of the goodness of my heart. If you try to force me or harm me in any way, I can kill you. It would be much easier than saving you, believe me!" Having uttered that threat, she returned to the front room, leaving him unsettled, unsatisfied.

Damn her. Damn her to Tartarus. He jumped from the bed to chase after her, to press her against the rough mud-brick wall of the hut and show her what happened to those who dared to defy him, but his legs got tangled up in the sheets. By the time he went to the door, Daphne was blocking it on the other side by the bench.

"Open this door," he said.

"Go to Hades!" came Daphne's reply, as she dragged a trunk on the bench.

"Damn you, woman! Am I a child to be locked in my room whenever I misbehave?" His father had used that often, but only when Geta had been very small. Once he was grown enough to cease crying and screaming in the dark—though he never really ceased being afraid of it—his father had moved on to other, more effective forms of punishment.

"I will stop treating you like a child when you stop acting like one!"

Geta pushed at the door. It budged, though only very little, showing him a sliver of the front room. Daphne was standing there with her knife.

"Get back," she said. "Or I'll gut you like a fish." Her face was cold, and the knife glinted in her hand. He had no doubt she meant what she said.

With an enraged scream, Geta threw himself at the door at the same time that Daphne pushed the bench and the trunk back to their place. The door slammed into him with such a force that it knocked the breath clean out of him, and he went sprawling on the floor.

Panting, he picked himself up. His chest was tight again and cold sweat was breaking out on his forehead. He fell back down on the rough linen sheets, trying to catch his breath, raging at his own helplessness.

***

When he managed to fall asleep, he dreamed of his brother.

It started as the same dream of the fiery Phlegethon, the one that had been haunting him since Martialis's attack. The same faceless yet horrifyingly familiar figure rose from the flames of the river and walked toward him across the black sand, while he was pinned to the spot, unable to move, unable to look away. Then the light from the flames shone on the face, and features coalesced and took shape across the slab of skin. Features that Geta knew well. Those of his brother. Caracalla.

He was no longer the ghostly figure of Geta's fevered nightmares, but Caracalla as he had been in life, with his reddish blonde wig, powdered face, and smirking mouth to show off his gold tooth. There had been a time when Geta had looked like that, too, before he changed his image.

Geta had not dreamed of his brother for some time. Back in Rome, he'd dreamed of Caracalla almost nightly. He'd had to rely on poppy juice to ensure a dreamless sleep, though he hated how heavy and sluggish it made him the next day. While marching with his troops, he had purposefully pushed himself to the point of exhaustion, so that when he collapsed into bed, sweet Morpheus would take him in mere heartbeats, leaving no time for dreaming. Ever since he stayed with Daphne, those dreams had stopped, wiped out by the pain of his injuries and physical fatigue. Perhaps Daphne's questions earlier in the evening had brought the memories back, or perhaps his impotent anger had ignited the old rage. Whatever it was, Caracalla appeared in his dream now.

Suddenly Geta found himself able to move. He sprang at Caracalla. His hands were around Caracalla's throat, thumbs on windpipe, squeezing and crushing until Caracalla's eyes bulged and his face turned purple under all the powder and rouge. Caracalla swatted feebly with his arms, unable to push Geta off—

—then it was no longer Caracalla he was strangling, but their mother, and he wasn't strangling her. She was crying and screaming "Why?" over and over, cursing him, sending all the Furies after him, while snot and tears were running down her face. He knew then, that this was a dream, for she hadn't cried at all when he killed Caracalla. He hadn't allowed her to. No one is allowed to mourn a tyrant.

Yet knowing this was a dream did nothing to stop it. The dream continued. And in the dream, his mother slowly advanced upon him, her arms outstretched, and in them was—

—Caracalla again, his eyes blank, his blood-stained lips distorted in a horrible smile. He was dead, quite dead.

—no, he wasn't dead. Because he was whispering, while still smiling that horrible rictus smile, "How does it feel, brother? To be at the receiving end of a knife?" There was a sharp pain between his ribs, and Geta looked down to find the knife embedded in his torso, and it wasn't Caracalla's dead face looking at him, but the face of Martialis, his murderer, twisted in hatred.

He struck at Martialis. His arms got tangled in something, and he was unable to move. They must have captured him, his enemies, and were now torturing him. He struggled against those invisible bonds with a desperate cry.

"Shh," a voice said in his ears. The bonds tightened around him, but somehow they didn't cut into his skin. They were soft, warm, comforting. "Shh, it's all right," the voice continued, and it was soft and warm and comforting as well. "You're all right. I'm here."

Geta fought through the fog of the nightmare and emerged into the waking world. It was someone's arms around him, a woman's. It was a woman's voice speaking to him. Daphne. It was Daphne. She had gotten into bed with him and was now rocking him against her, trying to quiet him.

"You were having a bad dream," she said, wiping the sweat from his forehead with her hand. Her touch was so natural and so reassuring in that very naturalness, as if this was something she did all the time, and he just wanted to sink into that embrace, to forget everything, including himself. "It's all right now."

Her touch cleared the last of the fog from his mind, and he went cold with fear. Had he said something in his dream, something damning, something that gave her a hint of his true identity? No, her manner didn't indicate anything of the sort. Still, he couldn't risk it.

"Leave me," he said, his voice sounding rough and strange even to his own ears. Her arms around him stiffened, but she didn't move. "Go!" he said again, raising his voice.

Without another word, she left the bed and the room, closing the door behind her, leaving only a memory of her soft, cool hand like soothing water over his fevered brow.

Alone again in the dark room, Geta came to a decision. This would not do. It was one thing to rely on Daphne to heal his body; he could even accept relying on her for his sexual needs. But relying on her to soothe his soul, to put his heart into her hands as he'd almost done, was too dangerous. It distracted him. Why, he'd hardly thought about his plan for revenge at all that day, so preoccupied he'd been with her. Before, he'd had no choice but to stay, having been on death's door, but now that he was well—or almost well again—there was no reason to remain. It was time for him to leave.

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lavellansvh3nan · 2 days ago

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A Letter from Dorian Pavus to Inquisitor Lavellan

//OOC//: I’ve always loved Lavellan and Dorian’s friendship. In my Inquisitor’s case, Dorian and Elliana are platonic soulmates, found siblings. The idea that Lavellan leaves for the Fade with no word to her dearest friend, I just know Dorian would be so pissed and so petty. I’ve decided to write a few letters back and forth between them, Elliana in the Fade with Solas and Dorian dealing with the aftermath of all that’s happened.

Enjoy!

Inquisitor,

I want you to know first and foremost, that you are a fucking fool and I’ll never forgive you. How do you think I felt, wiping off all the grim and kaffas from my body and having to hear from that damn witch Morrigan of all people, that you were gone. Spirited away into the Fade with him.

It was humiliating to have to tell the rest of our comrades. Especially Bull. He’s told me for years that given the chance, you’d do whatever it took to be with that..absolute fucking sham of a god and a man I told him there was no possible way you’d give you power over to him again. Guess who lost that bet? Do you know what that’s going to do to his damn ego?

And now, best of all, I get the clean up your mess! Who do you think is going to have to organize the South now that you’ve taken a convenient exit? Did none of this cross your mind, or has going eight years with no sex just completely ruined your rational thought?

*there are several more crossed out words, unusual for Dorian whose letters were always near and precise, just like his spoken tongue*

Ten years. That’s how long I’ve seen you suffer. Do you have any idea what it was like to watch you go through that?

After he’d taken your arm. Told you not to follow him. Threw you aside, because that fucking bastard didn’t think you were worth taking, much less sticking around for. I’d never seen you like that. Silent, despondent. After you gave the Inquisition to the Chantry, when we returned to Skyhold to move our people, it was like you weren’t even there for months.

That one day when you finally rose from bed. I was so relieved, seeing you actually want to leave your room. I was even proud, you know, when you made your way to the rotunda. I thought, this was it, you’d put him behind you, and we’d leave. Leave Skyhold, because that place was a shrine to him. To your time with him.

I wasn’t worried at first when you’d started throwing paint on his walls, destroying what he’d painted. When you flipped the table, took your daggers to his couch, then I grew a bit concerned.

Who cleaned you when you were covered in paint and tears? Who put you to bed again? Who stayed, when he didn’t stay?

Me. Was I not enough?

After that day, I made you promise me that you’d live, and that you’d live well, because we’d both be damned if he take up any more room in your life than he already had. And what do you do instead? You went with him.

No warnings. No explanations. No goodbyes.

When we were getting ready for the final push on Elgar’nan, you knew, didn’t you? That if you saw him again, you would leave us all behind. Leave me behind.

*there is a suspicious circular mark on the page, just beside the previous sentence*

Well, it doesn’t matter. You’ve made your choice. Mine is to retire in Minrathous and see if Iron Bull can behave himself around the Shadow Dragons.

I hope you’re happy.

I don’t know if you’ll even see this. When Morrigan told me there was a chance you would, I figured why not? At least you’ll get to see all that you’re missing. We’ll be just fine without you. It’s your loss, truly. I’m magnificent company, as you are well aware. I give you six months. Maybe less. Time works differently in the Fade, after all.

But if you ever find the Fade dull, or that fucking twit of yours abandons you again, just know I will be looking forward to gloating in person.

I won’t forgive you. I won’t hear your apologies.

With abundant annoyance, disgust, and love,

Dorian

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nightlyrequiem · 20 hours ago

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Hi I was the one who requested Valeria and the reader being split, though I don't exactly remember what I wrote in the request, I think it was about how despite not being with Valeria anymore they still got an allowance and got to keep the mansion Valeria bought for them when they were together as well as constantly having protection. That's all I can remember

Yes, sorry for losing the first one... oh to be Valeria's spoiled ex wife... what a life that would be. If she were real she probably wouldn't be the type to do this but a girl can dream

Tags/Warnings: WLW, Ex-Lovers, Fluff (sort of?)

Spoils of Love

Hot water gently splashes as you shift into a different position. Warm candlelight twinkles off the shiny porcelain of your contemporary bathtub. A few bubbles making it over the side and soaking into the little bath rug placed by the edge. Your laptop is perched precariously on the edge. Your favourite show playing. You reach over and grab a piece of pineapple and plop it in your mouth. Savoring the flavour.

You have the curtains parted. Giving you a beautiful view of the city lights through your floor to ceiling windows miles away from your home. On the shelves of your luxurious bathroom are fresh towels and decorative glass ducks. A harsh knock disrupts your peace, and you frown. Pausing your show.

"What?" You call out, annoyed.

"Sorry. You've been in there for a while, I'm just making sure you're alive." A male voice calls out. "Valeria would have my head if something happened to you."

"I'm alive." You say dryly. Unpausing your show.

You were a little surprised when Valeria insisted that she still take care of you despite the both of you no longer being a couple. You suspect that she's hoping you'll change your mind. Well, living in a small villa and never needing to work is definitely the route to take. However, she also insists you have guards. If having strange men in your home is the price of getting to sit in a luxuriously hot bubble bath eating fruit, then so be it.

You did love Valeria. But being with her was... hard. Controlling, selfish, borderline emotionally unavailable. It's only when you started pulling away did she try to pull you back in. She was, unfortunately, too late. You slide deeper into the bath. The hot water envelopes your bare body in a soothing embrace.

After the bath you drain the tub and get out. Lathering your skin in nice smelling lotion. taking the time to massage it into your skin because you really do have all the time in the world. You redress in a feathered robe and walk out into the hall. The floors are freshly cleaned by the cleaner Valeria pays for. The wood feels cool on your feet so you stick to the decorative carpets. You open the large door to your room and shut it behind you. breathing in the fresh air from the open window.

The warm lamps illuminate the space with a cozy glow. Shining off of the gold trim of your furniture. You set your laptop down and lay down in bed. Resting your head on the soft downy goose feather pillows. You start to fall asleep when the shrill ringing of your phone disturbs you. You groan with annoyance and check to see who's calling.

It's Valeria. She rarely calls.

"Hello?" You sigh, answering the call.

"How was your bath?" She asks.

You frown. "How did you know I was taking a bath?"

"Your guards told me."

You scowl. So much for privacy. "I don't want them around." You tell her.

Valeria hums in response and you hear something squeak as she moves. "I can get rid of them for you." She says.

You sigh.

"If?" You ask dryly, because it's never something for nothing with Valeria.

"If you let me come over."

You laugh and shake your head. "Not happening."

"Then you're keeping the guards. For your own safety." Valeria says simply. You frown. You do want them gone though.

"I like my privacy, Val."

"I know you do." She coos. You roll over and bring the blankets up over your body. "You can have that if you let me come over and cook dinner for you sometime."

You consider it. Valeria is a good cook. You do miss her food. But you know that if you give her that small opening, she'll use it to weasel her way back into your life and you don't know if that's what you want.

Like she can sense your trepidation, she speaks. "Nothing sexual has to happen, I just want to cook for you one last time." She says softly. Despite her harsh exterior (and interior), she's always been smitten with you.

You look over at your closet full of nice clothes, your shelves full of trinkets. The least you could do is let her feed you, you suppose.

"Fine." You relent. "Come over tomorrow, but I want the guards gone tonight."

"Done." Valeria says, a smile in her words. "I'll give them a call."

You know in your heart this is a bad idea. You tell yourself you won't let her back into your life, but something else tells you you're mistaken. Dinner will only be the catalyst.

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deadhands69 · 2 days ago

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I Never Told You What I Do For A Living

Hitoshi Shinso x Reader

Hurt/Comfort ☔ >>☁️ From the First Five Ask game Hurt to comfort but it got a little weird. Sorry. I’ll do more Shinso in the future! Request from anon, thank you!! Who would have thought your boyfriend’s secret hero identity being outed would be a good thing?

It's so sisyphean.

You’ve been with Hitoshi Shinso for years, but you still have no idea what he does for a living. He leaves every evening before the sun goes down and comes home late every night, sometimes covered in blood.

Usually, it’s not his.

Usually, you don’t ask.

You just expect it. Running stacks of washcloths under warm water to clean him up every night. Tending to his wounds and reassuring him that it’s fine.

But it’s not fine.

Your heart breaks every time you have to look into his eyes and see the pain of whatever he’s been through. Knowing, he’ll never be able to tell you like you’ve asked, begged him to in the past.

All he’ll tell you is: it’s nothing immoral, nothing illegal.

You spend all night wondering how anyone could even get close to him with his quirk. What he could possibly be doing. And what kind of life you’ll have with someone who clearly has a separate life they could never share with you. Just when you start to fall asleep, the alarm goes off. The bags under your eyes can easily compete with his at this point.

And then you drag yourself out of bed and do it all again the next day.

This repeats night after night after night, like it always has.

Until it doesn’t.

And he doesn’t come home.

Or answer his phone.

The sun is beginning to peek through the blinds in your shared apartment when, finally, your phone buzzes. You answer hopefully but your heart immediately drops.

It’s the hospital. Something about taking him in for surgery. You vaguely hear the words ‘fractures’, ‘contusion’, and ‘lucky’ but you’re barely able to listen at this point. Everything is a whirlwind. You throw on your jacket and rush out the door still in your house slippers.

Only to wait.

And wait.

The TV bolted to the wall overhead flashes through recent news. Weather. More news. It’s all quite repetitive until a new story is thrown into the mix.

“BREAKING” the headline flashes, “unranked secret hero hospitalized after identity leaked.” You don’t need to listen to the rest of the story to know who they’re talking about.

Eventually, you’re joined by a tall dark haired man in the waiting room. You’ve never met him, but he knows you by name. Without much introduction, he jumps into the details.

How they’re moving him to other missions. How they should have been more careful and he’s so sorry for the pain he’s caused you both. An hour ago, you didn’t know anything about your boyfriend’s life, now you’re overwhelmed with it. The man sitting in the uncomfortable chair across from you continues speaking with the assumption someone had already contacted you before this. He apologizes again.

It should come as some small relief to hear the man speak about their missions. Knowing the significance of the cycle you’d been in, what he’s done to help people. You should feel relieved that he’s always had someone there to talk to. That he’ll never have to hide anything from you again. It’s not over yet though.

Hitoshi should be the one to tell you these things.

“Excuse me,” you mumble to who you’ve assumed to be his sensei. He nods.

The nurses station is busy, but as soon as they see you, you’re informed they were about to bring you back. As you follow their footsteps, you worry what state he’ll be in. Wishing you’d listened more to the phone call. Asked more questions while you were in the waiting room. After years of cleaning his wounds, you were used to it on some level but this is different.

“He’s just waking up, I’ll give you some time before letting anyone else in.”

“Thanks,” you mumble, tapping open the door to the dark room.

He doesn’t look much worse than you’ve seen him. The IV and stitches are new, but he’s awake. He smiles when you enter and you’re not sure if it’s the morphine or if he’s actually happy but you’ll take it either way.

Sitting on his bedside, he leans into your arm.

“I have so much to tell you later,” he murmurs sleepily before closing his eyes.

It’s over.

And it’s going to be okay.

masterlist

Vampire vibes! I almost ran with it but it got realllllly not comfort ending really fast so I bailed.

#first five game #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou #mha shinsou #my hero academia x reader #shinso hitoshi #shinso x reader #shinso x you #shinso x y/n #shinsou x you #shinsou x y/n #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha x you

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ladylooch · 2 days ago

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any sweet nico and little lucie moment, maybe when the house is chaotic and she just finds nico and he holds her

After the utter chaos of the past 48 hours, Nico Hischier sits in the living room with the TV on mute, and subtitles trailing at the bottom of the screen. He is trying to catch up on his show, do something not dad or hockey related because he needs a break for his mental sanity.

Currently, their house is overrun with a stomach bug that Lexi had been fighting without him and Nico took over when he returned home from Toronto. Lexi had fallen ill within a couple of hours of him being home, almost like her body knew it couldn’t succumb into help arrived.

Lucie had been first, then the dominos started to fall from there. Even Lio and Livy got sick at the house down the block. Mack crumbled next, followed by Sophie. Although, the more Nico observes Sophie, the more he thinks it might be a teething thing for her.

But his wife? Yeah, she is down bad with it.

Nico knows it’s only a matter of time before it finds him too. That’s how viruses work in the Hischier household.

He is really not looking forward to that.

He sighs in annoyance, rubbing at his stubbled cheeks, then pushes his long hair back from his face. He needs a hair cut. He needs to call for a dry cleaning pick up. He needs to grab some groceries and some more pedialyte. He needs to pull the Devils’ latest call up to the side and make sure he is adjusting to the team okay. The team needs him down the stretch.

Even when he is trying to get a break from it all, his brain won’t stop. Not when it comes to taking care of his teams, on and off the ice.

Movement to his left has Nico double taking towards the stairs. At the bottom of them, hugging the banister is Lucie. Her hair is wild, sticking every which way and her light pink, pajamas are twisted about her body, like she was fighting in her sleep. One of her hands rubs at her nose and the other one pushes her hair back from her face like he had just been doing.

“Hi daddy.” She whispers.

“Hi sweets.” He responds to her, opening his arms. “What’s going on?”

“I wanna watch TV with you.”

“Are you feeling sick?”

“No.”

“Okay, well, you have school tomorrow, so if you don’t need something, you need to go back to bed.”

“I need water.” She blurts. Nico blinks measuredly. He does not have the patience to argue with Lucie, so he gets up and grabs her a small cup. “Can I drink it here?” She asks as he holds his hand out to her to go back upstairs.

“Lulu…” Nico trails off, looking at her face. He pauses. When did she start to look so grown up? He closes his mouth then silently nods.

It’s an hour of watching TV. Lucie sits quietly while Nico watches his show. She doesn’t ask for him to change it for once. It’s relatively kid appropriate, so he isn’t worried about any of the content she takes in. She sips her water gently and folds her little hand around his forearm as she snuggles into his side. When he insists it’s bed time again, she doesn’t fight him. Probably because her eyes had already been closed for the last ten minutes of the episode. He hauls her up into his arms, letting her head settle on his shoulder before he begins to move her upstairs. Then he returns her to the unmade bed she crawled out of not long ago.

“Daddy?” Lucie startles him with her quiet voice. He thought she might be asleep.

“Hm?”

“I didn’t need any water earlier.” She whispers to him. “I just wanna spend time with you.” Her words are so sweet and innocent that they choke Nico up. He clears his throat, sniffing a bit then leaning down to kiss her forehead.

“You are the sweetest girl, Lulu. And I love you so much. We will have lots of time together for break, yeah?”

“Yeah.” She answers, nodding. “I can’t wait.”

“Me too, baby. Go to sleep please.”

“Okay.” She closes her eyes for a moment. Nico looks down at her, sensing his daughter isn’t quite done with him. She gave in too quickly to his request for sleep. “Daddy?”

“Hm?” He asks her, not moving from his spot on her bed.

“Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?”

Nico knows giving Lucie an inch is a tough call. Because this will be a fight every night for the next two weeks he is in town. But he also knows, a day is coming, likely soon, where Lucie won’t ask him for this again.

So Nico ignores how tired he is. Ignores the rules and the intuition in his gut that says, you’re gonna regret this, and he lays down next to his daughter. Her little hands pat at his chest, and she snuggles in deeper to her pillow as Nico watches her sigh contently. Like there is nothing else in the world she needs besides him.

Her white noise machine quiets out the rest of the world, including his never ending thoughts about illness, to-do lists, and team activities.

Within the stillness of Lucie's room, Nico rubs his daughter’s back until she finally falls asleep, wishing, pointlessly, he could keep her this little forever.

#what my world spins around au #nico Hischier x oc #flashback days

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monster-disaster · 2 days ago

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[orc] Vak & Naru + NSFW Alphabet

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Having two orcs who delight in pushing you to your very limits can leave you utterly drained. By the time they are finished with you, there isn’t a single ounce of strength left in you, leaving you limp and exhausted with the aftershocks of your orgasm trembling in your body. Vak is always the one to clean you up, gently tending to your needs and coaxing you to drink water. Meanwhile, Naru stays close, remaining in bed with you, allowing you to snuggle up against him while his hands skillfully work over your sore muscles until you drift into a peaceful rest.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Vak is a gym rat through and through, and he makes no effort to hide the results of his hard work. He perfectly knows how good he looks, especially when your gaze betrays you, and you let yourself linger on every hard plane of his chest, every ridge of his abs, and the sheer bulk of his arms. He’s not shy about it either; a grin spreads across his face whenever he notices the looks you give him because he knows exactly the effect he has on you.

And when it comes to you, Vak is definitely an ass man. He makes no secret of it either. Yoga pants and shorts practically spill out of your closet, every pair a gift from him. He can't stop buying them for you, always insisting you try them on right away, his sharp eyes never missing a single curve or line they hug.

Naru is the polar opposite of his best friend when it comes to physique. Where Vak is all bulk and power, Naru is lean and agile, his body honed with tight muscles and long, graceful limbs. For the longest time, he didn’t think much about his own body, he never had a favorite part of himself. Until you came into his life. It started the first time you grabbed his ass during sex, your fingers digging into him as you urged him to move faster. Now, no matter the position, one way or another, your hands always find their way there, kneading, gripping, and holding on as if to anchor yourself to him.

Naru has a particular obsession with your thighs. They are soft and plush, every curve inviting his touch. No matter if they’re wrapped around his waist or draped around his head while he eats you out like his life depends on it, they’re the softest cushions he can imagine. He worships them, nipping, kissing, and squeezing them every chance he gets until his fingers leave faint marks on your soft flesh.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Vak's obsession with your ass goes far beyond shameless stares and teasing gropes, though he does plenty of both. For Vak, it’s not enough to simply admire or touch. No, he has to claim you. He takes his time with it, watching with dark, hungry eyes as his seed lands on your backside, leaving you marked and glistening under his gaze.

Naru has his own indulgences, ones that send a thrill down his spine every time. He loves the sight of you on your knees before him, your lips parted and eager, your eyes wide and glossy with unshed tears as you look up at him while swallowing everything he gives you. There’s something utterly intoxicating about the way you take him in, your soft lips stretched around his length, the faint sheen of your glossy lipstick smudging messily over him as you suck him dry.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The fact that both Vak and Naru want to be with you isn’t exactly a well-kept secret. Their lingering touches, the way they look at you like you are the only thing that matters, and the constant attention they give you should make it glaringly obvious. Yet somehow, you manage to miss all the signs. Even when they are so deep inside you, you don't know where they end and where you start.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Vak and Naru have both had their fair share of relationships and one-night stands, both separately and shared, but no matter how things started, none of those connections lasted. Each relationship eventually fizzled out, leaving them both unsatisfied and searching. But with you, it’s different. You fit, and whether you realize it or not: they are going to make this work. Between the three of you, they are ready to do whatever it takes.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Naru has always preferred the classic simplicity of missionary. It gives him the perfect view of your face; the way your lips part as you chant his name breathlessly, your eyes fluttering shut in pleasure before meeting his again. His hands can roam up and down on your body like he is memorizing every inch of you. His fingers knead your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh there before sliding to your hips, gripping them firmly to ground you against himself. And when your body arches just the right way, he can easily lean down to suck on your nipples.

Vak, on the other hand, loves the thrill of taking you against the wall, his large hands gripping your thighs as he holds you up so effortlessly. He knows what his raw power does to you. It’s not lost on him that you’re always just a bit slicker, just a bit more desperate when he takes you like this.

When it’s the three of you together, they love seeing you on your knees, caught between them. Vak is behind you, his strong hands gripping your hips before sliding to your ass, kneading the soft flesh with greedy fingers. He growls his approval as he watches the way your body responds to him, leaning forward to spit down your folds. The sensation is teasing and obscene, and he uses his thumb to spread the mess he’s made, his touch deliberate and firm as his other hand pulls you closer. In front of you, Naru holds you steady with one hand at the back of your neck as he guides you up and down on his cock until you choke on his length.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

The guys are usually too focused on telling you the filthiest things that come to their minds, but on the rare occasions they decide to joke around, it’s not to tease you directly. No, they save their banter for each other, and somehow, that makes it even worse.

“Think she’s ever going to recover from this?” Vak mutters with a smirk, his voice carrying just enough to make sure you hear it. “Doubt it,” Naru replies smoothly, his lips quirking in that lazy, smug grin. “She’s already shaking, and we’ve barely started.” Their exchange is casual, almost conversational, but their eyes are locked on you the entire time, drinking in the way your cheeks flush, and your thighs squeeze together involuntarily. “She’s adorable when she tries to act tough, though,” Vak adds, his hand grazing your hip. “Like she is not just begging for more.” “Absolutely,” Naru agrees, leaning closer to murmur in your ear. “You’re holding up so well. Maybe we should see how much more you can handle, huh?”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Naru prefers to keep himself clean-shaven, while Vak usually leaves his chest hairy and the other places neatly trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Outside of the bedroom, both Vak and Naru have a soft side that they reserve just for you. They love to woo you and shower you with affection, they never miss the chance to whisper sweet nothings into your ear after sex, but during the deed, it's all out of the window.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Vak doesn’t often feel the need to touch himself. His energy is usually spent on you, and he’s content to let his desires build until he’s with you, but when he does take the matter into his own hands, he usually takes care of it under the shower.

Naru, on the other hand, is far more greedy about his desires, and he has no shame when it comes to jerking himself off in front of you. Whether you are casually lounging nearby or actively involved, Naru doesn’t hesitate to pleasure himself right in front of you, his eyes locked on yours as he strokes slowly, his breath shallow with anticipation. He enjoys the way you watch him, the way your gaze intensifies with each movement.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

They find the little videos you three make thrilling, especially when it's live, and they both like to humiliate you just enough to make your sweet pussy pulse around them, but other than these, there is nothing else worth mentioning.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere in the house or in the car and maybe some teasing in public spaces, but they know you are not comfortable with more, so it's really light and easy.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Naru has an undeniable weakness for seeing you in summer dresses. The way the soft, frilly fabric clings to your body, hinting at your curves, drives him wild. He adores how effortlessly beautiful you look in them, but it’s the ease of access that really gets to him. Whether he is slipping you out of the dress entirely or simply pushing it up around your hips, the sight of you wearing something so delicate fuels his desire. And he has a huge thing seeing you with Vak. Seeing the two of you together; your body yielding to Vak’s strength, is enough to leave Naru utterly undone, his mind racing with all the things he wants to do to both of you.

Vak, on the other hand, is captivated by the quieter, more domestic side of you. He loves watching you move around the kitchen, cooking or baking with that focused expression he finds irresistible (okay, maybe he has a light housewife kink). And even late at night, when you’re curled up on the couch in your most comfortable clothes, hair a little messy, and face relaxed, Vak can barely keep himself together. There’s something about your natural, unguarded state that drives him insane with need.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing that could harm you, and while they find sharing you between them natural, they wouldn't let anyone join your trio.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As it was mentioned before, Naru loves seeing you on your knees in front of him, but he is just as enthusiastic about being between your thighs. There’s a gleam in his eyes when he lowers himself, gripping your hips to keep you still as he devours you like it’s his favorite meal. He thrives on the way your body responds to him, your back arching and your fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue works relentlessly, his lips sealing around every sensitive spot with unyielding precision. Your cries only spur him on, his greed for your pleasure knowing no bounds, and Vak is no different. He has a way of turning it into a slow, deliberate worship, his deep growls vibrating against your sensitive skin as his tongue lingers in all the right places.

When it’s the two of them together, it almost turns into a competition. They thrive on each other’s energy, each trying to outdo the other until you are left shaking and breathless, completely at their mercy.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Vak enjoys starting slow, taking his time to build you up before making an absolute mess out of you. He takes his time, savoring every moment, and when he finally decides to pick up the pace, it’s almost like a release, not just for him, but for you too. The sudden shift into a relentless, chaotic rhythm leaves you a trembling mess until you’re completely undone.

Naru, however, is much more about the mood of the moment. His approach is unpredictable, driven by how he feels in the heat of things. Sometimes, he is fast and rough, his hands gripping you tightly, slamming into you with an urgency that leaves you breathless and begging for more. Other times, he is slow and sensual, his pace deliberate, pulling every sound and shiver from you as he explores your body with languid strokes.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

With Vak, quickies are all about slipping his hand into your panties and making you cum around his thick digits fast and sudden. He knows exactly how to work you up, his movements precise and deliberate, building you up until your legs shake and you are gasping his name. It’s fast, almost frantic, but no less satisfying, leaving you flushed and trembling as he smirks, licking your slick off his fingers.

Naru, though, takes an entirely different approach to quickies. He loves to rile you up, his hands and mouth leaving you flushed and aching with need, only to pull away just as you are begging for more. His smirk is maddening as he leans down, brushing his lips against your ear. “Vak will be here soon to take care of you,” he murmurs. “And you’re a good girl, aren’t you? You’ll wait for him, all needy and ready, just the way he likes.”

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Vak and Naru both share a certain adventurous streak, and when it comes to experimenting with you, they’re always open to exploring new territory. It’s not uncommon for them to stumble upon a suggestion or scenario from one of your followers that makes them exchange knowing looks, their minds already buzzing with ways to turn it into reality.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Once Vak gets started, he doesn’t stop until he’s wrung every last cry and shiver out of you, while Naru is a force of sheer eagerness. He might not have the same marathon-like approach as Vak, but he more than makes up for with his ability to recover quickly. Between the two of them, you often find yourself begging for a break.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

They like to use toys on you, but mostly just for a show for your followers. Whether it’s a vibrator to keep you on edge, or a set of restraints to heighten your vulnerability, it’s all about the performance and the reaction they can get from both you and your audience. But when it’s just the three of you, the toys stay neatly tucked away in their box, out of sight and out of mind.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If you are not into teasing, then you’ve got bad news coming. Vak and Naru thrive on it, and they’ll edge you mercilessly, drawing it out until you are breathless with frustration. They take pleasure in seeing you squirm, your body trembling with need as they pull back just before you are on the edge of release, leaving you begging for more. It’s a game, a way to push your limits and test your patience, but they both know exactly when to give in, finally allowing you to crash over the edge in a sweet, overwhelming release.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Vak and Naru simply can't stay quiet, no matter where they are or what they're doing. Even when their mouths are buried between your legs, feasting on you with fervor, they can't help but groan and grunt. And when they can actually talk, their words are filthy and relentless. “You taste so fucking good,” Vak growls, his tongue flicking over your sensitive folds, “I could stay here all day, eating you out until you can’t think straight.” And Naru, too, isn’t any better. “Look at you,” he murmurs, his words a sharp contrast to the hunger in his eyes. “So fucking needy, so perfect. Bet you can’t wait for me to fuck that sweet mouth of yours again.”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

They both have a crush on each other, though neither is brave enough to admit it. Their connection runs deep, forged through years of friendship, and neither of them wants to risk that, especially now that things are going so well with you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It was already mentioned. Vak is all about raw muscle and brute strength thanks to the long hours in the gym. Naru, on the other hand, is more lean and agile. His body is toned, all long, sculpted limbs and smooth, fluid movements.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Vak and Naru both have an insatiable drive, their energy never seems to run out. It’s not just about pleasure for them; it’s a constant need, an urgency that they both feed off. They are both driven by their desires, and with each touch and kiss, they only grow more eager, always wanting more. They’re not ones to hold back, and they take pleasure in pushing you, testing your limits, seeing just how far they can go before you start to crumble under the pressure of their need. But there are times when even you need a break. You can’t keep up with them forever, no matter how much you want to. That’s when you have to firmly stop them, putting your foot down and insisting on some much-needed rest.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Naru tends to fall asleep almost immediately, especially when you are in his arms, already sleeping. His breathing evens out quickly, and within moments, he is completely relaxed. Vak, on the other hand, needs a little more time to wind down. He’ll often lie there, still awake, deep in thought, letting the quiet settle around him as he focuses on calming his mind before sleep takes over.

#monster romance #monster x human #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #teratophillia #monster fucker #terat0philliac #monster smut #monster thoughts #orc x reader #orc romance #orc x human #orc boyfriend #orc smut

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