#‘No matter where you go I’ll be there. This is what ‘partners’ are isn’t it?’ gave me COVID

[hymnoeides]

Finally got the balls to watch the current eps for Yingdu Arc and . Well.. cheers to my doomed timeline fuckery butterfly yaois, I had to do this🥺

[hisfavegirl]

The Edge of Desire - Jacaerys Velaryon x Wife!Reader.

Summary : You had entered his life like a storm sweeping through the desert sands. A princess of Dorne, your heritage was as fiery as the blood of Old Valyria that coursed through his veins. Your union had been born of political necessity—an alliance to strengthen Rhaenyra’s claim and solidify ties between the Targaryens and the Martells. But what began as duty quickly became something far deeper, far more consuming. Jace had not expected to fall so utterly, so fiercely. Yet with every smile, every glance, every whispered word exchanged beneath the stars, he found himself more ensnared by you. In you, he saw a partner, an equal, someone who challenged him and brought him peace in equal measure. And in him, you had found not just a husband but a man who would move the heavens and earth for you.

Word Count : 12,4k

Warning : just a lot of sex.

Jacaerys Velaryon Masterlist.

House Of The Dragon Masterlist.

and also big thanks to @zaldritzosrose for let me using yours beautiful dividers 🫶🏻.

The sound of crashing waves filled the air as you sat in the garden of Dragonstone, the salty breeze brushing against your skin. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The soft rustle of leaves mingled with the distant roars of dragons, creating a melody that had become the soundtrack of your days here.

Life had changed drastically since you married Jace. No longer the daughter living in the shadow of court politics, you were now the wife of the next heir to the Iron Throne, tied irrevocably to Rhaenyra’s cause. The weight of that knowledge rested heavily on your shoulders, but the solitude of the garden offered a brief reprieve.

You closed your eyes, savoring the moment of peace, until you felt the warmth of familiar arms wrapping around your waist.

A smile tugged at your lips even before you turned. You didn’t need to look to know who it was. “Jace,” you murmured softly, leaning back into his embrace.

“You always know it’s me,” he said with a quiet laugh, his chin resting on your shoulder.

You opened your eyes, gazing at the horizon. “Who else would it be? You’re the only one who sneaks up on me like this.”

Jace chuckled, his grip on you tightening slightly as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “It’s because I know where to find you. You’re always here.”

“Where else would I be?” you replied, your tone light. “Dragonstone isn’t exactly brimming with excitement.”

He pulled back slightly, just enough to turn you around so you were facing him. His dark brown eyes, so much like his mother’s, softened as he looked at you. “Are you unhappy here?”

You shook your head, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from his face. “No, Jace. I’m not unhappy. It’s just… different.”

“Different how?” he asked, his voice gentle.

You hesitated, searching for the right words. “I suppose I miss the familiarity of Sunspear's. The life I knew before. Here, everything feels so… heavy.”

Jace’s brows furrowed as he studied you. “If you’re unhappy, we can go back. I’ll speak to my mother—”

You placed a hand on his chest, cutting him off with a small smile. “It’s not that simple, Jace. This is our life now. Your life. One day, you’ll be king, and Dragonstone is just the beginning.”

He sighed, his hands resting on your waist. “You’re my wife. Your happiness matters just as much as any throne or crown.”

Your smile softened, touched by his sincerity. “And I am happy, Jace. As long as I’m with you, I’ll always find happiness.”

His expression eased at your words, and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips. The kiss was gentle, a silent promise that no matter how heavy the burden of duty became, you would face it together.

When he pulled back, his lips curved into a small smile. “You always know what to say to calm me.”

“That’s because I know you better than anyone,” you replied teasingly, poking his chest lightly.

Jace laughed, catching your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. “Come, let’s walk. The dragons have been restless today, and I want to make sure they haven’t decided to scorch the gardens.”

You laughed, allowing him to lead you through the winding paths of the garden, the sound of your joined laughter mingling with the roar of the dragons above. For now, the weight of the future could wait. Here, in this moment, it was just the two of you.

As you walked along the edge of the beach, the cool breeze tugged at your dress, the fabric flowing with the wind. The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled the air, but it was the darkness that slowly crept in around you that made the evening feel more intimate. The sky was turning a deep shade of blue, almost black, and the first stars began to twinkle overhead.

You shivered slightly, feeling the chill of the evening air seeping into your skin, and when you noticed Jace glancing at you, his eyes twinkling with a quiet amusement, you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"What's so funny?" you asked, trying to ignore the slight tremor in your voice as you hugged your arms around yourself.

Jace chuckled softly, the warmth of his breath brushing against your ear as he leaned in. "You're wearing that dress, and it's cold enough to make me wonder if you've forgotten what season we're in."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. "I'm fine, Jace. Let's go back to the castle. The cold doesn't bother me that much."

But he shook his head, his fingers brushing your exposed skin as he reached for you, pulling you closer with a gentle but firm tug.

"No, you're cold," he said softly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "And I can't let my wife freeze, can I?"

Before you could protest, he enveloped you in his arms, drawing you into the warmth of his chest. His embrace was comforting, but you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement as he held you close. Jace's lips brushed against your forehead, a soft, teasing kiss, before his mouth trailed down to meet yours.

The kiss was tender at first, a quiet exploration, but it deepened as his hands slid to the small of your back, pressing you closer.

The cold wind still whipped around you, but with Jace's warmth surrounding you, it seemed to vanish entirely. Your breath hitched, and without thinking, you responded, your arms winding around his neck, pulling him even closer.

Jace's kiss grew more insistent, and you could feel the pressure building as his hands roamed, tracing the curves of your body through the thin fabric of your dress. The gentle sound of the waves crashing on the shore was drowned out by the beat of your own hearts, racing in the quiet night.

"Jace..." you murmured between kisses, your voice shaky. You pulled back slightly, looking up into his eyes, dark and full of desire. "It's getting late, and people will wonder where we are."

His breath was ragged as he gazed down at you, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Let them wonder," he whispered. "Let them talk." He kissed you again, his hands sliding lower, demanding more from you, more of your trust, your willingness. His touch was gentle but filled with a quiet power, pulling you deeper into the moment.

You couldn't deny him, not when he looked at you like that, when his touch made you feel like you were the only person in the world. The cold air seemed so far away now, replaced by the warmth of his body against yours, and the promise of what could come next.

"Jace….." you breathed, your voice catching in your throat, torn between the need to go back and the desire to stay. "We can't... not out here."

But Jace's smile only widened, and with a playful glint in his eye, he kissed you once more, pressing his lips firmly against yours.

"Why not?" he murmured against your lips. "What's wrong with the night? The world is ours, and right now, I want you to be mine, completely."

His words made your heart race even faster, and though a part of you knew you should stop, another part of you couldn't resist. You melted into him, your worries forgotten for just a moment, as you let yourself be consumed by the warmth of his touch, the passion in his Kiss.

The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks echoed faintly as Jace led you toward a hidden cave at the edge of the beach. The soft glow of the moonlight barely illuminated the entrance, casting long shadows that made the space feel secluded, almost like your own private world.

"Jace, what are we doing here?" you asked, a mix of curiosity and nervous excitement in your voice.

He glanced back at you with a sly smile, his hand firmly holding yours. "We need a little privacy, don't we? The castle is too full of eyes and ears."

Before you could respond, he turned and pulled you gently into the dim cave, the air cooler here but somehow charged with a tension that made your pulse quicken. You barely had a moment to take in your surroundings before Jace's hands were on you, his lips capturing yours in a fervent kiss.

Your back pressed against the rough surface of the cave wall, but you hardly noticed the discomfort with the way Jace was holding you. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you flush against him as his lips moved hungrily against yours.

"Jace..." you murmured against his lips, your voice trembling with a mix of need and uncertainty.

He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes locking with yours, filled with both tenderness and desire. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice husky. You shook your head, your breath catching as his hands tightened on your hips. "No, don't stop..."

That was all the encouragement he needed. His lips found yours again, and his hands roamed your back, holding you close as if he couldn't bear to let you go. When he kissed the corner of your mouth and trailed his lips down to your neck, you couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped you.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with emotion. "Every time I look at you, I feel like l'm losing control."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you arched slightly against him, your hands clutching at his shoulders. "Jace... someone might notice we're gone..."

He smirked, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just below your ear. "Let them notice. Let them wonder where we are. I don't care."

His hands slid to your waist, pulling you even closer as he continued to kiss you, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of heat along your skin.

The rough texture of the rocks behind you only heightened the intensity of the moment, grounding you in the reality of his touch.

You let out a soft sigh as his lips returned to yours, your hands finding their way to his hair, tugging gently as you lost yourself in the moment. The cave, the beach, the entire world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you.

"Jace..." you whispered, your voice barely audible as his lips hovered just above yours.

"Yes?" he asked, his voice deep and laced with affection as he gazed at you. You searched his eyes, seeing the love and devotion there, and smiled softly. "I love you."

His expression softened, and he leaned in to kiss you again, this time slower, more deliberate, as if savoring every second. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his hands cupping your face.

"And I love you," he said, his voice steady and filled with certainty. "More than anything."

The cold night air brushed against your exposed skin as Jace's hands worked skillfully, peeling away the layers of your gown with deliberate care. His lips never left yours, the heat of his kiss contrasting sharply with the cool breeze. You gasped softly into his mouth, your breath hitching as the wind sent a shiver through you, but his touch was there-warm, reassuring, and full of promise.

"Are you cold?" Jace murmured against your lips, his voice thick with concern and something darker, more possessive.

You shook your head slightly, your fingers tracing over the planes of his chest as you tugged at the tunic he wore. "Not when you're here," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly, both from the chill and the fire building between you.

He smirked, his hands steady as he slid the gown from your shoulders, his fingers grazing your skin and leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "Good," he said, his tone low and rough. "I don't want you thinking about anything but me right now."

You leaned up to kiss him again, your lips brushing against his in a way that was both tender and insistent. His tunic finally slipped from his shoulders, and you let your hands explore the hard lines of his chest, the muscles beneath his skin flexing under your touch.

"Jace," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

He paused, his dark eyes locking onto yours, his expression softening for a moment as he took you in. "Yes, love?"

You hesitated, your cheeks flushing slightly. "! just... I want this. I want you."

His eyes darkened, and the corner of his mouth quirked up in a satisfied smirk. "You've always had me," he replied, his voice husky. "And you always will."

With that, he lowered you gently onto the sand, his hands cradling you as if you were something precious. The rough texture of the sand beneath you was a sharp contrast to the warmth of his body as he hovered over you, his gaze sweeping over you with a hunger that sent a thrill through your entire being.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. His fingers trailed lightly down your side, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.

You squirmed slightly under his touch, your breath hitching as his hand moved with agonizing slowness. "Jace... stop teasing me," you managed to say, your voice shaking with both frustration and anticipation.

He chuckled softly, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. "Patience, my love," he said, leaning down to press a kiss to the hollow of your throat. "I want to savor every moment of this."

His lips continued their slow journey along your neck, his kisses leaving a trail of heat that seemed to seep into your very soul. You arched into him, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer, desperate for more.

"Jace," you murmured again, your voice a soft plea.

He pulled back slightly to look at you, his expression a mix of love and desire. "I'm here," he said, his voice steady. "I'm yours. Always."

As he lowered himself back down, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was both passionate and tender, you felt the rest of the world fade away. There was only Jace, his touch, his warmth, his love. And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was drowned out by your heavy breaths and soft cries of pleasure. Your fingers tangled in Jace's hair, pulling him closer as his lips continued their agonizingly tender assault on your most sensitive spot. His hands gripped your thighs, keeping you in place, refusing to let you escape the intensity of his attention.

"Jace," you gasped, your voice breaking as your body trembled under his relentless ministrations. "Please... I can't—"

He lifted his gaze, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a mischievous glint. His lips glistened, and he smirked as if pleased by your desperate state. "You can," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "I know you can. Let go for me, my love."

Your head fell back against the cool sand, your body arching as another wave of pleasure crashed over you. You moaned his name, your voice high and breathless, and he hummed in satisfaction, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

"Jace, please," you begged, your voice trembling with need. "I can't take anymore."

He chuckled softly, the sound deep and filled with amusement. "Oh, but you can," he replied, his hands sliding up to grip your waist firmly. "You're stronger than you think, and I want to see just how far I can take you."

Your nails raked across his scalp, and he groaned softly at the sensation, his lips never leaving your skin. Every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch.

"Jace," you whimpered, your voice breaking as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

He finally slowed his movements, pressing soft kisses to your trembling thighs before climbing up your body. His hands cupped your cheeks as he leaned down to kiss you, his lips gentle and tender against yours.

"You're incredible," he murmured against your lips, his voice filled with adoration. "Do you feel how amazing you are? How perfect you are for me?" You nodded weakly, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your release.

As the night wrapped around you like a velvet blanket, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore was drowned by the quiet, intimate sounds shared between you and Jace. His body pressed closer to yours, his touch tender yet filled with the kind of passion that only he could give you.

You gasped softly as you felt him trace the inside of your thigh, his fingers grazing your skin with care. Your breathing hitched when he positioned himself and slowly, carefully, entered you. The warmth and connection were instant, making you both moan in unison at the feeling of being so utterly connected.

"Gods," Jace murmured, his voice low and shaky as he leaned down to kiss the corner of your lips. "You're perfect, every part of you."

Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer, making him groan deeply. His head rested in the crook of your neck as he started to move, his pace deliberate and gentle, his touch worshipful.

You arched your back to meet his rhythm, your hands gliding over the hard muscles of his back, nails grazing his skin lightly.

"Jace," you whispered breathlessly, your voice filled with longing. "I-"

"I know," he cut you off softly, his lips brushing against your ear as he increased his pace just slightly. "I feel it too."

He kissed your collarbone, his hands gripping your waist as he adjusted the angle slightly, making you gasp loudly. Your fingers tangled in his dark hair, tugging gently, earning a deep groan from him that sent a shiver down your spine.

"You're mine," he said, his voice rough with possession as he pulled back to look at you, his amber eyes blazing with intensity. "All of you. Forever."

His movements became quicker, more desperate, as though he couldn't get enough of you. You felt overwhelmed by the intensity, your body trembling as you clung to him, utterly powerless beneath his gaze and his touch.

"Jace-" you moaned his name, your voice breaking as the pleasure built inside you like a tidal wave.

He growled softly at the sound of his name on your lips, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he drove into you with more urgency. The raw need in his eyes only fueled the fire in your own body.

"You don't know what you do to me," he rasped, his voice thick as he watched you fall apart beneath him. "I lose myself in you, every time."

Your nails dug into his shoulders as the overwhelming pleasure tipped you over the edge, and you cried out his name, your entire body trembling as you reached your peak.

Jace's movements became more forceful, more urgent, and every thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through your trembling body. You gasped his name as his grip on you tightened, his pace relentless.

His hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with your own as he pinned it above your head. With his other hand, he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin before tilting your face to meet his intense gaze.

"Look at me," Jace demanded, his voice low and gravelly. The authority in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you obeyed, your eyes fluttering open to meet his. His amber eyes burned with a mix of desire and pride, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you, utterly undone beneath him.

"You're breathtaking," he murmured, his voice softening for a moment before his expression shifted into something darker, more possessive. "My wife. My princess. And look at you now... completely at my mercy."

You whimpered softly at his words, your body responding helplessly to his every touch and movement. Jace's laughter was low and deep as he leaned down, brushing his lips against your ear.

"The mighty princess of Dorne," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "Reduced to this... trembling and begging beneath me. Do you know how much I love seeing you like this? Completely mine."

You couldn't respond, your voice stolen by the overwhelming sensations flooding through you. All you could do was cling to him, your body arching to meet his rhythm as he continued to push you closer to the edge.

Jace's hand on your cheek slid down to your neck, his thumb pressing lightly against your pulse point as his smirk widened. "You were made for this," he growled. "For me. Say it."

You managed to whisper, "I'm yours, Jace... yours to claim, to ruin."

His eyes darkened at your words, and his grip on your neck tightened slightly-not enough to hurt, but enough to make you feel the power he held over you. "Good girl," he muttered, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Moments later, your body betrayed you, shattering under his relentless pace. You cried out his name, your body trembling violently as the waves of pleasure consumed you. Jace wasn't far behind, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release.

With one final thrust, he groaned your name, his body shuddering against yours as he found his peak. He stayed there for a moment, his forehead resting against yours as the two of you caught your breath.

"You're mine," Jace whispered again, his tone softer now, filled with a deep affection that contrasted with the raw intensity from moments before. "Always mine."

You nodded weakly, your body spent and your heart full. "Always," you whispered back, your voice barely audible but filled with conviction.

Jace smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your damp forehead before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. As the waves outside continued to crash against the shore, the two of you lay tangled together, lost in the warmth of each other's embrace.

As you tried to catch your breath, you felt Jace stir beneath you, his body once again responding to yours. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he shifted, his strong arms gently guiding you to sit atop him. His hands lingered on your hips, holding you steady as he gazed up at you, his eyes a mix of unbridled desire and tender affection.

"Looks like you're not done yet, my love," Jace murmured, his voice low and teasing. He brushed his thumb over your breast, his smirk growing wider. "You wanted to ride a dragon, didn't you? Now's your chance."

Your cheeks flushed at his words, and he laughed softly, his hands encouraging you to move. Tentatively, you began to shift your hips, eliciting a low groan from him as your movements brought the two of you closer again.

"That's it," he whispered, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take your time. Show me how much you want me."

You couldn't help but smirk down at him, placing your hands on his chest for balance as you started to move with more confidence.

Each roll of your hips drew a deep, guttural sound from Jace, his hands gripping your waist to guide you as he gazed up at you in awe.

"You're... incredible," he breathed, his amber eyes never leaving yours. "Do you have any idea what you do to me? How perfect you look right now?"

You smiled shyly at his praise but didn't stop, your movements becoming more deliberate as you found a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through both of you. Jace's hands roamed up and down your sides, his touch setting your skin alight as he leaned up slightly, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

Breaking away just enough to speak, he murmured against your lips, "You're the only one who could ever make me feel this way. My wife, my princess, my everything."

His words spurred you on, and you moved faster, drawing a low growl from him. Jace's head tilted back slightly, his eyes fluttering closed as he let himself get lost in the sensation. "Gods, you're amazing," he muttered, his voice rough.

You leaned forward, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "I'm yours, Jace."

At your words, his eyes snapped open, and his grip on your waist tightened. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice filled with both passion and possession.

"I'm yours," you repeated, your voice trembling with emotion as you met his gaze.

Jace let out a deep groan, his hands guiding your movements as his hips rose to meet yours. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice laced with pride and love. "You were made for me."

Jace let out a low growl, his hands gripping your waist as he shifted your position effortlessly. In an instant, he had you beneath him, his body pressing against yours as he moved with swift and deliberate precision. Without hesitation, he buried himself deep within you, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips as his movements became rougher, more demanding.

Your fingers found their way to his shoulders, clutching him tightly as your back arched, your body responding to his intensity. The sound of your heavy breaths and desperate moans filled the air, mingling with the faint crash of waves in the distance.

"Jace," you managed to gasp, your voice trembling as his pace quickened, each thrust powerful and unrelenting.

His eyes locked onto yours, darkened with a mix of love and lust. "You're mine," he growled, his voice rough and filled with raw emotion. "No one else will ever get to see you like this, hear you like this."

You nodded frantically, your body trembling beneath him as his words sent shivers down your spine. "only you Jace," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your shared passion.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he gazed down at you, his movements never faltering. His hands roamed your body, memorizing every curve, every reaction as he drove you higher and higher. "Look at you," he murmured, his tone almost reverent. "So perfect, so beautiful, and all mine."

Your head tilted back, a loud moan escaping your lips as he shifted slightly, his movements becoming even more precise. The sensation was overwhelming, and you clung to him as waves of pleasure coursed through you.

Jace leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I love the way your body responds to me. The way you give yourself to me so completely."

Jace growled low in his throat as his movements became more forceful, each thrust a deliberate reminder that you belonged to him and no one else. "You're mine," he hissed through clenched teeth, his hand gripping your waist tightly, pulling you back against him.

Each powerful motion sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body, making your moans echo across the quiet shoreline. Your fingers dug into the sand, your body trembling beneath him as you gasped, "Jace, I... I can't—"

"You can," he interrupted sharply, his voice thick with dominance and desire. "You will. You'll take all of me because you're mine."

Before you could catch your breath, he shifted suddenly, flipping you over so that your chest pressed against the cold, damp sand. You barely had time to adjust before he entered you again, filling you completely with a sharp, relentless thrust that left you crying out his name.

"Look at you," he growled, his hand tangling in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to prevent your face from pressing into the gritty surface below. "You're perfect like this— right where you belong. Beneath me. Completely mine."

Your body trembled at his words, his deep, possessive tone weaving through the haze of pleasure that clouded your mind. "Jace... please..." you begged, though you weren't even sure what you were pleading for.

He smirked, his free hand gripping your hip to keep you steady as he thrust into you harder, faster. "Please what, my love?" he taunted, his voice low and teasing. "Tell me what you want. Say it."

"I'm yours," you gasped, the words spilling from your lips without hesitation. "I belong to you, Jace."

"That's right," he murmured, satisfaction lacing his tone as he leaned over you, his chest brushing against your back. His lips grazed your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "You'll always be mine. No one else can ever touch you like this."

His hand slid from your hair to your shoulder, holding you firmly in place as he continued to take you with an intensity that left you breathless. Your cries grew louder, blending with the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the rhythm of his movements driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice a rough whisper against your ear. "Let go, my love. Show me you're mine."

With one final thrust, your body gave in, the overwhelming pleasure pulling you under as your release shattered through you. Your cry of ecstasy echoed into the night, and Jace wasn't far behind, his groan of satisfaction vibrating through you as he followed you over the edge.

He collapsed over you, his arms wrapping around your waist as you both panted, trying to catch your breath. For a moment, the world was still, the only sound the gentle lapping of waves against the shore.

Jace shifted slightly, pulling you into his arms as he whispered, "You're mine, now and always. Don't ever forget that."

You nodded weakly, resting your head against his chest as the warmth of his body shielded you from the cool night air. "I'll never forget," you murmured, your voice soft but certain.

As the two of you lay together on the sandy shore, wrapped in each other's embrace, you felt a deep sense of belonging that no words could ever fully capture. Jace's arms were wrapped tightly around you, his chest pressed firmly against your back as the cold sand beneath you made you shiver.

His warmth was a comfort, but your body was trembling from exhaustion, your breathing uneven from everything he had already put you through.

You felt his hand trail down your leg, gripping your thigh as he lifted it slightly. The movement sent a jolt through your already tired body. "Jace.." you whispered weakly, your voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. "Please... I can't. Not anymore..."

He chuckled softly, the sound low and husky in your ear. "You can," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. "You're strong, my love. You were made for me-for this."

"Jace, no," you pleaded, your hand weakly gripping his wrist as he positioned himself behind you. "I'm so tired... Please..."

But he didn't stop. Slowly, deliberately, he began to move again, his motions gentle but unrelenting. "You can take it," he said softly, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're mine. You were made to take everything I give you."

You whimpered, your body responding to him despite your exhaustion. His free hand trailed along your waist, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he whispered, "You're perfect like this. So soft, so beautiful... and all mine."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as your body surrendered to him once more.

"Jace... I..."

"Shh," he interrupted, his voice soothing but firm. "No more protests. Just let me take care of you."

His movements remained slow and calculated, each one sending waves of both pleasure and frustration through you. Your body was exhausted, but the way he touched you, the way he moved, made it impossible to resist him.

"You feel that?" he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "This is us. This is how we're meant to be. Together. Always."

You could only nod weakly, your body melting into his as he continued to move. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his hand gripping your hip tightly as he pulled you closer to him.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice breaking slightly as his pace quickened. "And I'll never let you go. You're mine, now and forever."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and despite your exhaustion, you found yourself clinging to him, your body responding to his every move. As the waves crashed against the shore, you lost yourself in him once more, your heart and soul entirely his.

The cold air wrapped around you, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Jace's body pressed against yours. Your limbs were heavy, your strength long gone, yet Jace's frustration drove him forward. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he pulled you onto his lap, your back flush against his chest, and you could feel his ragged breaths against your neck.

"Jace..." you whimpered weakly, your voice trembling. "Please... I-"

He silenced you with a sharp thrust, pulling a loud cry from your lips as your head fell back onto his shoulder. His laughter was low and rough, resonating against your skin as he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. "You're too perfect when you're like this," he murmured, his voice filled with both adoration and desperation. "I can't stop-not when you're mine like this."

Your fingers clawed at his thighs, searching for something to anchor yourself as he moved faster and deeper, his pace merciless. Every movement sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, his name falling from your lips in broken cries.

"Jace... it's too much," you pleaded, but your body betrayed you, arching against him as he hit that perfect spot once again.

He chuckled darkly, his hands sliding from your hips to wrap around your stomach, holding you in place as he drove into you. "Too much?" he teased, his voice dripping with mockery. "Yet here you are, clenching around me, begging for more with every little sound you make."

You shook your head, tears forming in your eyes as the intensity overwhelmed you. "Jace, please..."

"Please what?" he growled, his lips brushing against your ear. "Do you want me to stop? To let you go?"

"No!" you gasped, your voice cracking as your hands flew to his arms, gripping them tightly. "Don't stop... just... don't stop..."

"That's what I thought," he said with a triumphant smirk, his pace growing even more brutal. "You're mine, love. No one else gets to see you like this, to hear those sounds you make, to feel you like this. Just me."

Your body trembled uncontrollably, his words and actions pushing you closer to the edge.

Jace groaned as he felt you tighten around him, his grip on you tightening as well. "That's it," he growled. "Let go for me. Scream for me. Show me you're mine"

With one final thrust, the pleasure consumed you, and your cries echoed through the air as you fell apart in his arms. Jace followed soon after, his deep groan filling your ears as he buried himself inside you one last time.

You collapsed against him, your body limp and shaking, but he didn't let go. Instead, he held you close, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder and neck as your breathing slowly returned to normal. "You're perfect," he murmured against your skin. "Everything about you is mine, and I'll never let you go."

You nodded weakly, too drained to respond with words. In his arms, even amidst the overwhelming sensations, you felt safe. For better or worse, you were his, and he made sure you never forgot it.

The first light of dawn filtered through the mouth of the cave, casting faint golden rays against the rugged walls. You caught a glimpse of it as your gaze wandered, but Jace wasn't interested in the approaching day.

His focus remained solely on you. His breaths were heavy and filled with determination as he stood, his strong arms lifting your exhausted body as if you weighed nothing.

"Jace.." you murmured, your voice weak but laced with exhaustion and yearning.

He didn't answer. Instead, his lips grazed your ear, and he whispered, "I'm not done with you yet."

The words sent a shiver down your spine as he adjusted your legs around his waist, holding you tightly against him. Your body responded instinctively, and your head fell onto his shoulder as he positioned himself once more.

The moment he entered you, a loud gasp escaped your lips. The new angle made you feel every inch of him, and your arms clung tightly around his neck for support. Jace groaned deeply, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he began to move. Each thrust was firm, deep, and deliberate, his pace quickening as he felt your body adjust to his.

Your head tilted back slightly, resting against the cool rock wall as the sensations coursed through you. "Jace... we shouldn't..." you managed to say between gasps, your words faltering under the overwhelming pleasure.

"Shouldn't?" he repeated, his voice rough with amusement and desire. His hips snapped forward, making you cry out. "You think I care about what we should or shouldn't do right now? The world can wait, but I won't."

His strength was unrelenting, and the way he moved left you at his mercy. He held you steady, his hands gripping your thighs as your back pressed against the cave wall. The harsh texture of the stone was softened by the warmth of his body shielding you, and though the position should've been uncomfortable, the sensations were too intense for you to focus on anything else.

"You're mine," Jace growled, his teeth grazing your shoulder as his movements became faster and rougher. "Every part of you belongs to me. Don't ever forget that."

Your cries filled the cave, blending with the sound of the distant waves crashing against the shore outside. "I-I won't," you stammered, your voice trembling as you struggled to hold onto any coherent thought. "I'm yours, Jace. Only yours."

Hearing your admission sent him over the edge, his groans growing louder as he pounded into you with abandon. He could feel your body trembling, your walls tightening around him as another wave of pleasure threatened to overwhelm you. "That's it," he whispered harshly. "Let go for me again."

You couldn't hold back. With a loud, shuddering cry, you surrendered to the euphoria, your entire body quaking in his arms.

Jace followed closely behind, his release spilling into you as he held you tightly against him. His breathing was ragged, his face buried in your neck as he slowly came down from his high.

The world was silent except for the sound of your labored breaths. Jace shifted slightly, keeping you in his arms as he stepped away from the wall and gently lowered you onto the soft sand. He hovered over you, brushing a strand of hair from your face as he gazed down at you with a mixture of love and pride.

"You're incredible," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."

You managed a weak smile, your fingers brushing against his cheek. "The sun's up," you said softly, your voice still shaky. "They'll wonder where we are..."

"Let them wonder," Jace replied with a smirk, leaning down to capture your lips in another slow, lingering kiss. "For now, you're mine. And I'm not letting you go."

It had been hours since the first light of dawn broke through the mouth of the cave, yet Jace showed no signs of exhaustion. His pace was relentless, his movements fast and rough, leaving you utterly at his mercy.

Your body was weak and trembling beneath him, each thrust sending shockwaves through your already overstimulated senses. You could barely catch your breath, your cries of pleasure and frustration filling the cave as you clung to him for support.

"Jace... please," you whimpered, your voice hoarse from the constant moans and cries he'd drawn from you. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, both from the overwhelming sensations and the sheer intensity of his movements. "I can't... I can't take it anymore."

But Jace only laughed, the sound low and rough, filled with satisfaction as he watched you fall apart beneath him. His dark eyes were full of desire as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with pride. "Completely ruined. All because of me. Do you know how beautiful you look like this? So weak, so vulnerable... so mine."

You tried to respond, but the words caught in your throat as another wave of pleasure crashed over you. Your back arched off the sand, your fingers clutching at his shoulders as he continued his merciless pace. Jace groaned deeply, clearly reveling in the way your body responded to him despite your exhaustion.

"Stop? You're asking me to stop now?" he taunted, his tone playful yet dominating. His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him as he moved even deeper. "Not until you've given me everything. Every last cry, every last moan... every last piece of you."

You could only gasp in response, your head falling back as the sensations overwhelmed you. Your body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alive and tingling as he pushed you to the edge once again. "Jace... I can't..." you whispered, tears streaming down your face as your body trembled beneath him.

But he was unrelenting. His lips found your neck, peppering it with rough kisses and sharp bites as his hands explored your body. "Yes, you can," he growled against your skin. "You were made for this. Made for me. And you'll take everything I give you."

You cried out again as he adjusted his angle, hitting a spot that made you see stars. Your walls clenched tightly around him, drawing a deep groan from his lips. He was close, you could feel it in the way his movements became even more frantic, his breathing heavy and uneven.

"That's it," he rasped, his voice filled with both urgency and desperation. "Come for me again. One more time. Let me feel you fall apart around me."

You had no choice but to obey. With a loud, shuddering cry, you surrendered to the pleasure, your body convulsing as waves of ecstasy washed over you. Jace followed moments later, his groan echoing in the cave as he buried himself deep within you, his release warm and overwhelming.

For a moment, neither of you moved, both of you breathing heavily as the intensity of the moment began to fade. Jace finally collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms as he pressed a kiss to your damp forehead. "You're perfect," he whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that contradicted the roughness of his actions moments ago.

You managed a weak smile, your fingers brushing against his cheek. "You're insatiable," you murmured, your voice barely audible.

"And you wouldn't have me any other way," Jace replied with a smirk, his fingers gently tracing patterns along your back. "Rest now, my love. Because when we return to the castle, I'll remind you all over again who you belong to."

The soft light of dawn illuminated the path as Jace carefully helped you into your gown. His hands were gentle, his touch lingering on your skin as he adjusted the fabric to ensure it sat perfectly. Once you were dressed, he bent down and scooped you up into his arms without hesitation.

Your legs were far too weak to carry you back to the castle after everything the two of you had shared that night. You sighed softly, resting your head against his shoulder, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he began the journey back.

The air was still and cool as the two of you entered the grand hall of Dragonstone. The moment you stepped inside, the familiar voices of Rhaenyra and Daemon echoed through the chamber. They were engaged in quiet conversation by the fire, but their words trailed off the moment they noticed the two of you.

Rhaenyra’s eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the sight of you in Jace’s arms, your cheeks flushed and your head tucked against his shoulder. Beside her, Daemon arched a brow, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. The two exchanged a glance, one filled with unspoken understanding, before their expressions shifted into subtle amusement.

“Finally decided to return, have you?” Rhaenyra said, her tone light but tinged with a teasing edge. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she folded her arms across her chest. “I was beginning to wonder if you two had gotten lost on the beach.”

Jace didn’t stop or even acknowledge her words. He strode past them without pause, his focus solely on you. “She needs rest,” he said simply, his voice firm yet protective. “It’s been a… long night.”

Daemon let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he watched the two of you disappear down the corridor. “A long night indeed,” he murmured under his breath, his smirk growing wider. Rhaenyra glanced at him, her lips twitching as she suppressed a laugh of her own.

“Young love,” she said softly, though there was warmth in her voice.

Back in your shared chambers, Jace gently laid you down on the bed, brushing a strand of hair away from your face as you looked up at him with tired eyes. “You should’ve let me walk,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Not a chance,” he said firmly. “You’re mine to take care of. Now rest, my love. You’ll need your strength for tonight.”

You let out a soft laugh despite your exhaustion, reaching up to cup his cheek. “You’re insufferable,” you teased, though there was nothing but affection in your tone.

“And you’re perfect,” he replied with a small smile, his hand covering yours. “Now sleep.”

You stirred awake, the hazy remnants of sleep still clouding your mind. It wasn't the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains that had woken you but the gentle movements of your body. Blinking slowly, you opened your eyes, your vision adjusting to the dimly lit chamber.

Jace was there, his body hovering over yours, his face illuminated by a tender, almost reverent expression. He moved with slow, deliberate care, as if afraid that he might disturb you from your rest. Yet the sensations coursing through your body betrayed him, pulling you fully from your slumber. You let out a moan, involuntary sigh, and your fingers instinctively reached up to brush against his cheek.

His lips curled into a lopsided smile as his eyes met yours. "I was trying not to wake you," he murmured, his voice low and warm, carrying a tinge of amusement. His hand caressed the curve of your side, his thumb drawing soft circles on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"You call this not waking me?" you whispered breathlessly, your voice barely audible as you felt his every touch, every movement. There was no annoyance in your tone, only a teasing edge as you gazed up at him with tired but adoring eyes.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating in his chest as he leaned down, brushing his lips lightly against your temple. "You looked too peaceful, too beautiful," he confessed, his breath warm against your skin. "I couldn't help myself. It's impossible to resist you."

You moan again, your body relaxing beneath his as your fingers slid into his hair, tugging gently. "You're impossible," you said, though your words lacked any real weight. Instead, they were laced with affection, your heart swelling at the sight of him looking down at you with such devotion.

Jace's movements remained slow, tender, as if savoring every moment, every sound you made. His hand traveled down to rest on your waist, gripping you gently as he tilted his head, his lips trailing soft kisses along your jawline. "I should've stopped," he murmured against your skin, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "But the way you looked, lying there so serene... it drove me mad."

He let out a quiet laugh, your nails grazing his scalp as you closed your eyes, leaning into the feeling of his lips on your skin. "You're incorrigible," you teased, your words faltering slightly as his hand found a new spot to explore, his touch making your breath hitch.

"But I suppose... I don't mind."

His grin widened at your response, his lips finding yours in a slow, lingering kiss. "Good," he whispered against your mouth, his voice thick with affection and desire. "Because I'll never stop wanting you-not in the quiet of the morning, not in the dead of night. You're mine."

"Yours," you echoed, the word spilling from your lips as you gazed up at him, your hand cradling his face.

He pressed his forehead against yours, his movements steady and sure as he wrapped you in his love, leaving you both breathless, lost in the quiet intimacy of the early morning light.

Your gaze shifted toward the open window, where the sun hung high in the sky—a clear sign that morning had long passed. Before you could dwell on the thought, your attention was abruptly pulled back by a sharp, deliberate thrust from Jace, causing your body to arch slightly beneath him.

"Eyes on me," he murmured, his tone commanding yet laced with affection. His smile was both playful and possessive as he leaned closer, his hands gripping your hips firmly to keep you in place. "You don't get to drift away, my love—not when I have you like this."

You let out a soft whimper, your body surrendering entirely to him. His movements grew faster, each one more deliberate than the last. There was no hesitation, no restraint, just the steady rhythm of his devotion and desire.

"That's it," he praised, his voice warm and teasing as he watched your every reaction, his smile broadening at the sight of you. "You're so good for me... so obedient."

Your breath hitched at his words, your hands clutching the sheets beneath you as he continued. Jace noticed every little movement you made, the way your body responded to him without hesitation. It only encouraged him further, his grip tightening as he pushed deeper, faster, his focus entirely on you.

"Jace," you gasped, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

"That's right," he replied, his voice thick with pride and hunger. "Say my name. Let me hear it, love."

His pace quickened, his thrusts hitting a spot that made your body shudder uncontrollably.

You arched your back, pressing into him as a wave of pleasure coursed through you. Jace leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he chuckled softly.

"You're perfect," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "My perfect wife... always so willing to give herself to me. I'll never get enough of you."

You could barely form a coherent response, your body consumed by the sensations he was drawing out of you. All you could do was hold on, your hands sliding up to grip his arms for support.

Jace's movements grew rougher, his determination evident in every powerful thrust. He groaned lowly, his voice thick with pleasure. "Look at you," he said, his tone tinged with adoration. "So beautiful, so utterly mine."

The room filled with the sounds of your ragged breaths and his deep groans, your body trembling beneath him as he brought you closer to the edge once more. With one final, deliberate motion, he sent you spiraling, your body arching beneath him as a cry of pleasure escaped your lips.

Jace slowed his movements slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath. He smiled down at you, his hand brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice soft but filled with conviction.

"I love you too," you whispered, your voice trembling from the intensity of the moment.

The air in the room grew heavier, the sunlight pouring through the window almost forgotten as Jace's movements became more relentless. The pace he set was unyielding, his determination clear as he focused entirely on you. Your breaths turned to gasps, your gasps to cries, filling the space with the sound of your surrender.

"Jace," you moaned, your voice breaking as the pleasure surged through you. His hand gripped your waist tightly, steadying your trembling body as he continued to drive into you with purpose.

"You're so beautiful like this," he said between breaths, his tone a mix of adoration and possessiveness. "So loud for me... Let them all hear you. Let them know that only I can make you feel like this."

Your heart raced at his words, and before you could respond, Jace shifted his position. His hands slid down to grip your thigh, lifting one of your legs and resting it on his shoulder. The new angle sent a shockwave through your body, and you arched your back instinctively, a loud cry of his name escaping your lips.

"There she is," Jace growled, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pressed deeper. "That's my girl. Say my name again."

"Jace!" you cried, your hands clutching at the sheets beneath you as the intensity overwhelmed you.

"Good," he murmured, his smirk evident as he leaned closer, folding your body slightly to deepen the connection. His movements became harder, more deliberate, his focus entirely on pushing you to the edge.

Your head fell back, your vision blurred as the pleasure consumed you. You could barely think, barely breathe, your body responding entirely to him. "Please," you whispered, though you weren't sure what you were begging for.

"Please, what?" Jace teased, his voice low and rough as he slowed his movements just enough to make you whimper in frustration. "Tell me, love. What do you need?"

"You," you managed to gasp, your voice trembling. "I need you."

"You have me," he assured, his tone softening for a moment. "Always"

With that, he resumed his relentless pace, his hand gripping your thigh tighter to keep you in place. Every thrust was calculated, every movement designed to pull you closer to the edge until you were trembling beneath him, unable to contain the overwhelming sensation.

"Say it again," Jace demanded, his voice thick with need. "Say my name.'

"Jace!" you screamed, your body arching off the bed as another wave of pleasure crashed over you.

He groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through you as he watched you fall apart beneath him. "That's right," he said, his voice full of pride. "You're mine. Only mine."

His words were the final push you needed, and you shattered completely, your cries filling the room as your body trembled in his grasp. Jace didn't stop, riding out your high, your body too weak to resist as Jace repositioned you. His hands moved with purpose, lifting you gently before bending your body over the edge of the bed.

You braced yourself against the mattress, your muscles trembling as he took his place behind you.

"Look at you," Jace murmured, his voice low and dripping with satisfaction. He ran his hands down your back, tracing the curves of your body with a possessive touch. "The proud princess of Dorne, brought to her knees by her Targaryen husband."

Your breath hitched as he leaned forward, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Doesn't it feel right, my love? You were made for this-for me."

Before you could respond, he began to move, his pace slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment. The sensation pulled a soft whimper from your lips, and your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you for support.

"That's it," he said, his voice almost taunting as he quickened his rhythm. "So beautiful, so perfect like this."

Your body surrendered to him completely, the exhaustion from the night before mixing with the pleasure coursing through you. All you could do was moan softly, each sound spurring him on further.

Jace chuckled, his hand threading through your hair and tugging gently, forcing you to arch your back. "Look at you now," he continued, his tone teasing but full of pride.

"The fierce princess, bowing to her dragon." You couldn't find the words to respond, your mind clouded by the intensity of it all. He leaned closer, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before whispering in your ear. "Say it, love. Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," you managed to gasp, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Louder," he demanded, his grip on your hair tightening slightly as his movements became more urgent.

"I'm yours!" you cried, your voice echoing through the room.

"Good girl," he growled, his tone filled with satisfaction. He released your hair, his hand trailing down your back and gripping your waist firmly as he continued his relentless pace.

Your body trembled beneath him, each movement drawing you closer to the edge once again. Jace's laughter filled the air, his pride evident as he watched you fall apart under his touch. "No one else will ever have you like this," he said, his voice low and possessive. "You belong to me-forever."

You nodded weakly, unable to form a coherent response as he pushed you closer and closer to your limit. The combination of his words, his touch, and the intensity of the moment overwhelmed you completely, leaving you breathless and utterly at his mercy.

As you clung to the bed's edge, breathless and trembling, the knock on the door echoed loudly in the room. Both you and Jace froze for a moment, your eyes widening as you recognized the voice of his mother, Princess Rhaenyra.

"Jace," she called, her tone firm but laced with concern. "She needs her rest. Don't forget you've both had a long night."

You felt a rush of embarrassment wash over you, your cheeks burning as you buried your face into the pillow, hoping the mattress could somehow swallow you whole. But Jace, utterly unbothered, leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back as he whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Shhh," he teased, his voice low and playful.

"Let's see how quiet you can be, my love."

Before you could even respond, he shifted his grip on your hips and thrust deeply, hitting that spot that made your whole body jerk with pleasure. A strangled cry escaped your lips despite your best effort to stay silent.

"Jace!" you hissed through gritted teeth, your voice a mixture of a plea and frustration.

At the door, Rhaenyra sighed audibly, seemingly suspecting exactly what was happening. "Jacaerys Velaryon," she called again, her voice sterner this time. "Don't make me come in there."

But Jace only chuckled, his laugh low and rich with mischief. He moved his hand to your mouth, brushing his fingers gently against your lips. "Bite down if you must," he murmured, his tone dripping with amusement. "But you won't stop me."

You glared at him weakly, but your resolve was already crumbling as he began moving again, his pace deliberate and calculated to draw every sound from your lips.

"She'll leave," he whispered, his lips brushing your ear. "Eventually."

Despite the knock and the muffled voice on the other side of the door, Jace seemed determined to push you to your limits. He quickened his movements, his hands steadying your trembling body.

"Let her hear," he muttered, his voice dark and possessive. "Let her know you're mine. Completely. Utterly."

You tried to stifle your cries, biting down on your knuckle as Jace drove you higher and higher. Your body betrayed you, trembling and arching beneath his touch, a breathy moan escaping when he hit that devastating spot again.

"You're not very good at staying quiet, are you?" he teased, his grin evident even if you couldn't see it.

Outside the door, there was a pause, followed by a resigned sigh from Rhaenyra. "I'll have someone bring breakfast later," she muttered, her voice fading as she walked away.

Once the sound of her footsteps disappeared, Jace let out a triumphant laugh. "See? I told you she'd leave."

You could barely form a response, your mind hazy and your body too overwhelmed by the relentless pace he set. Jace leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Now, where were we?" he asked, a devilish grin on his face as he resumed his movements with renewed intensity.

As Jace shifted your position, turning you to face him, his hands gripped your hips firmly. His intense gaze locked onto yours, a fiery mixture of hunger and possession flickering in his eyes. His thumb brushed your cheek for a fleeting moment before he gripped your jaw, tilting your face upward to ensure you were looking at him-and only him.

"I want to see you," he growled, his voice low and thick with dominance. "Every moment. Every expression. I want to see how I ruin you."

Your breath hitched as his words sent a shiver down your spine. Before you could process them, he pulled you closer and buried himself deeply inside you, eliciting a loud gasp that filled the air between you.

"Jace..." you moaned, your voice trembling, your hands instinctively clutching his shoulders as though they were your only anchor.

"That's it," he murmured, his lips brushing yours in a teasing kiss before pulling away, leaving you chasing him. "Hold onto me. Take me in, every inch of me."

His movements grew sharper, more deliberate, as if determined to push you past the edge. He tightened his grip on your jaw, forcing your eyes to remain on his. "Don't look away," he commanded, his voice a mix of demand and adoration. "I want you to remember this. Every time I claim you, I want you to know who you belong to."

Your body arched beneath him as he quickened his pace, each thrust pulling a cry from your lips. "Jace," you whimpered, your voice breathy and strained, your body trembling under his relentless onslaught.

"Say it," he demanded, his tone fierce as he leaned closer, his forehead pressing against yours. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," you managed to breathe, your voice quivering with pleasure and submission.

"Only yours, Jace." He let out a low growl of satisfaction, his hands slipping to your waist and pulling you flush against him. "Good girl," he muttered, his lips grazing your ear before trailing kisses along your jaw.

Your body betrayed your every intention to hold back, clinging to him tightly as you felt yourself unraveling. "You're squeezing me so tightly," Jace teased, his voice a mixture of amusement and pride. "You don't want to stop, do you?"

You could only shake your head weakly, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensations he was coaxing from you. "i'm not willing to stop actually," he whispered.

As you reached your peak, your cries became louder, echoing through the room as Jace drove you to the edge and beyond. His name fell from your lips like a prayer, and his gaze never left yours, drinking in every ounce of your surrender.

When the wave finally passed, your body fell limp against him, trembling and spent. Jace gently brushed the damp strands of hair from your face, his expression softening as he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"You're perfect," he murmured, his voice a mixture of awe and satisfaction . "My perfect wife. My everything"

As you lay there, your body trembling and spent from the intensity of it all, Jace let out a low chuckle. His eyes glimmered with a mix of amusement and mischief as he continued moving, his pace steady and unrelenting.

"You've came so many times," he murmured, his tone almost teasing as he leaned down to brush his lips against your ear. "And yet I'm not done with you. Not even close."

Your body arched involuntarily at his words, a soft whimper escaping your lips. You felt helpless under his control, your limbs too weak to resist his every move. "Jace... please..." you whispered, your voice barely audible, laced with both exhaustion and desperation.

He smirked, clearly reveling in your state. "What's wrong, my love?" he asked, his voice dripping with mock concern. "Tired already? But I still need you... I still haven't come."

You turned your head slightly, your gaze drifting to the bedside table. There, the faint glint of a glass caught your attention. Your foggy mind struggled to piece it together, but the realization hit you like a wave. You knew what that glass contained. You knew what Jace had consumed before he brought you to this state.

"Jace..." you managed to breathe out, your eyes darting between him and the glass. "What did you... drink?"

He followed your gaze and let out another low chuckle, his hand sliding down to grip your waist as he continued his unrelenting pace.

"Ah, that," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "Let's just say I had a little help. Something to make sure I could keep up with you tonight. Or rather..." He leaned down, his lips brushing against your collarbone," something to make sure you couldn't keep up with me."

You gasped, your hands instinctively gripping his shoulders as another wave of pleasure coursed through your body. "Jace... that's not fair," you whimpered, your voice trembling as you felt yourself spiraling again.

"Not fair?" he echoed, feigning innocence as he pressed a kiss to your jaw. "What's not fair, my love? That I want to make you feel this good? That I want to take my time with you?" His pace quickened, drawing another cry from your lips. "You're mine, remember? And I'll have you however I want. For as long as I want."

Your body trembled beneath him, the combination of exhaustion and overwhelming sensations rendering you completely at his mercy. Despite your protests, a small part of you relished his relentless devotion to your pleasure.

"Jace... please," you whimpered again, your voice breaking as he pushed you closer to the edge once more.

He cupped your face with one hand, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he stared deeply into your eyes. "Shh," he murmured, his voice softening for a moment. "You can take it, my love. You were made for me. For this."

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you felt yourself unraveling again, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.

The sound of the waves crashing outside the castle seemed to synchronize with the relentless rhythm of Jace's movements. Your body trembled violently, consumed by another wave of pleasure so intense it left you gasping for air. You couldn't stop the broken moan that escaped your lips as your body arched beneath him.

Jace let out a low chuckle, his breath warm against your neck. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice tinged with amusement and pride. "Completely undone, all because of me." His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched you shatter beneath him, your body quivering uncontrollably.

"Jace..." you whimpered, your voice trembling as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. "Please... I can't..."

But he didn't stop. He couldn't. His movements were fast and demanding, his hands gripping your hips tightly to keep you in place. "Oh, no, my love," he said, his tone soft but commanding. "You're not done yet. Not until I decide."

You felt yourself slipping into another wave of unbearable bliss, your hands clutching at the sheets beneath you as you cried out his name. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, and the intensity of it all left you weak and vulnerable.

"Please, Jace," you pleaded, tears streaming down your cheeks as your body betrayed you, responding to him despite your exhaustion. "I can't take any more. Please... stop."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Oh, you can take it. You were made for me, remember? For this. For me." His voice was laced with possessiveness, each word sending a shiver down your spine.

His pace quickened, drawing another sharp cry from you. Jace smirked, clearly enjoying the way your body responded to him, no matter how much you begged for mercy. "So beautiful," he murmured, his tone softening for a moment as he pressed a kiss to your temple. "So perfect."

"Jace, please!" you cried out again, your voice breaking as another wave of ecstasy crashed over you, leaving you sobbing in pleasure.

"Shh," he cooed, his hand gently brushing your hair away from your face as he continued to move within you, his pace unrelenting. "Just let go, my love. Let me take care of you."

Your body shook uncontrollably as he pushed you to your limit, your cries echoing through the room. Jace groaned deeply, his grip on you tightening as he finally began to chase his own release. His movements became more erratic, his breath ragged as he buried himself deeper into you.

When he finally reached his peak, his body shuddered against yours, a deep groan rumbling in his chest. He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms as you lay there, completely spent.

Jace pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his hand stroking your back soothingly. "You're incredible," he whispered, his voice filled with adoration. "I'll never get enough of you."

As the exhaustion consumed you, your body still trembling from the aftershocks, Jace held you close, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"Rest now, my love," he murmured, his voice soft and tender. "You've earned it."

You fell into a deep sleep, your body utterly spent and trembling with exhaustion. Jace watched over you, his chest tightening with a mix of guilt and affection. He gently swept a strand of hair from your damp forehead, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss there. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “I’ll take better care of you.”

Carefully, Jace slipped out of the bed, his every movement cautious so as not to disturb your rest. He picked up his discarded tunic from the floor and slipped it over his shoulders, sparing one last glance at you. The sight of you so vulnerable and at peace made his heart ache with both pride and regret. Determined to make amends, he decided to fetch food and drink for you, knowing you’d wake hungry and drained.

As he made his way through the corridors of Dragonstone, his footsteps echoed faintly against the stone walls. His mind replayed the events of the previous night, a mix of satisfaction and shame swirling within him. He hadn’t intended to push you so far, but his passion and love for you often made him lose control.

When Jace entered the grand hall, he immediately froze. His mother, Rhaenyra, was standing near the table with her hands clasped in front of her. Her sharp gaze cut through him, her expression a blend of disapproval and subtle amusement. Beside her stood Daemon, who, in stark contrast, had a wide smirk plastered across his face.

Daemon was the first to break the silence, clapping his hands slowly as his laughter echoed through the hall. “Well, well, well,” he drawled, his tone dripping with mockery. “Look who finally emerged. I was beginning to think you’d taken permanent residence in that bedchamber.”

Jace’s face turned a deep shade of red, and he ran a hand through his messy hair, his embarrassment palpable. “Daemon,” he said tightly, trying to maintain his composure.

Rhaenyra’s lips pressed into a thin line as she looked him up and down, her eyes lingering on the faint red marks on his neck. “Jacaerys Velaryon,” she said sharply, her voice carrying the weight of a reprimand. “You’re my heir, and as such, you’re expected to conduct yourself with a certain level of decorum.”

Daemon let out another chuckle, waving a dismissive hand. “Oh, come now, Rhaenyra,” he said, his grin widening. “Let the boy enjoy his marriage. Don’t act as if we were any different.” He turned to Jace with a wink. “Your mother may try to deny it, but I can assure you, we were far from discreet when we first wed. Isn’t that right, my love?”

Rhaenyra shot him a glare, her cheeks tinged with the faintest hint of pink. “That’s hardly the point, Daemon,” she retorted, though her tone was less sharp now.

Daemon smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “The point,” he said, turning back to Jace, “is that you’re young and in love. Passion like this is rare, and it’s not something to be ashamed of. Just… perhaps be mindful of the volume next time, hmm? The walls here aren’t as thick as you might think.”

Jace’s ears burned with humiliation, and he quickly looked away, mumbling, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Rhaenyra sighed, her expression softening slightly. “Jace,” she said, her voice quieter now. “I know you care for her deeply, but she’s not as resilient as you might think. Don’t push her too hard. She’s not just your wife—she’s your partner. Treat her with the care she deserves.”

“I will, Mother,” Jace said earnestly, meeting her gaze. “I promise.”

Daemon clapped a hand on Jace’s shoulder, his grin never wavering. “Good lad,” he said. “Now go take care of her. And next time, perhaps don’t look so guilty when you wander into the hall. It makes things far too easy for us.”

Jace nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips despite his embarrassment. He continued on his way to the kitchens, quickly gathering a tray of food and drink before returning to your chamber.

When he entered the room and saw you still peacefully sleeping, a wave of love washed over him. Setting the tray down, he sat beside you, brushing a gentle hand over your cheek. As he watched you, he silently vowed to be the husband you deserved—one who cherished you, protected you, and loved you with every fiber of his being.

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[kirammanswifey]

wedding planning struggles with arcane characters x fem reader

characters: viktor, jinx, vi, caitlyn, jayce, ekko, silco, mel and sevika.

writer's note: did i told you guys that i love this dynamic? because i do, i reaaally do, it's just so comforting describing this kind of mundane and simple problems. i'll exploit this dynamic much more, exciting scenarios are coming. as you already know request are open ;)

marriage proposal link:

Viktor

The excitement of planning your wedding with Viktor fills you with energy. From choosing the flowers to the menu, every detail matters. You've spent hours discussing colors, flavors, and sensations, but lately, you feel like Viktor isn’t sharing your enthusiasm. Today is one of those days when, sitting next to him in the lab, you try to capture his attention.

"Viktor, what do you think about the tablecloths? Do you think we should go with an ivory tone or something more vibrant, like a sky blue?" you ask, flipping through fabric samples.

He barely glances up from his project. "Whatever you prefer, darling."

You sigh and move on to the next question. "And the menu? We have options between a fish dish or meat. Which one do you think the guests will like more?"

"Whatever you decide will be fine," he responds with little interest, his eyes still focused on his work.

Frustrated, you decide to test him. "What do you think about the paper napkins? I was thinking of choosing ones with a floral pink print. Do you like the idea?"

Without looking up, he murmurs, "Yeah, sounds good."

Your patience runs thin. "Viktor! Paper napkins are for picnics, not for our wedding!"

He finally stops, looks at you, clearly confused. "Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. I was focused on this experiment."

"Exactly, Viktor. You’re always focused on something else. You don’t care about the wedding, do you? No matter what I ask, you always say that whatever I prefer is fine. Does this marriage even matter to you?" The words come out with more force than you intended, but your frustration takes over.

Viktor puts down his tools and turns to face you. "That’s not true. Of course it matters. But you’re better at these things. I trust you to make the right choices."

"It’s not just about making the right choices," you reply, your voice shaking. "I want you to be involved, to do this with me. I don’t want to do it alone."

Viktor rubs his forehead, clearly searching for the right words. "I’ve been involved. I suggested we have the wedding in the Undercity, in the old market where I used to spend my childhood. I wanted that place to have meaning for us. But you refused, you said it was dangerous."

You sit in silence for a moment, processing what he said. "I did it because I want our guests to be safe. Not because I don’t care about what that place means to you."

"I understand, but that was my way of participating, and I felt rejected," he says, his voice low but full of emotion.

Your frustration turns into sadness, and you can't stop the tears from filling your eyes. "Viktor, this is important to me. I just wanted you to feel as excited as I do."

Seeing your tears, Viktor quickly approaches and takes your hands in his. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I don’t care. This marriage means the world to me, just as much as it does to you. If I’ve been distant, it’s just because I sometimes get lost in my work. But I promise to be more present."

You embrace him, feeling the warmth and sincerity of his words. "That’s all I wanted to hear."

He gently strokes your hair, whispering, "We’ll do this together. From now on, I’ll be your partner in all of this, not just in the big things, but in every little detail."

You smile through the tears, feeling the weight of the tension lift. "Thank you, Viktor. I love you."

"And I love you," he replies, his voice filled with tenderness. "I always will."

You both remain in each other's arms, knowing you've found mutual understanding, strengthening your bond and the excitement for the day that is to come.

Jinx

Planning a wedding with Jinx is, to say the least, a roller coaster. You're sitting in your small living room, surrounded by catalogs, fabric samples, and endless task lists. Jinx is on the floor, playing with a knife and tossing it in the air, seemingly uninterested in the process.

"Jinx, can you focus for a second? We need to decide on the wedding theme," you say, trying to get her attention.

She shoots you a quick look, a mischievous smile on her face. "I already told you, we're having a wedding with explosions and fireworks. What else do we need?"

You sigh, trying to stay calm. "Yes, but we need more details. What colors do we want to use? What style of decoration?"

"Colors... hmm," Jinx leans back, holding the knife above her head. "I like blue, you know, like my hair. And pink, because it's fun. How about those?"

"Blue and pink, fine," you say, jotting it down in your notebook. "And about the food? We need to decide on the menu."

Jinx rolls her eyes, clearly bored. "Food? Whatever, something that'll keep them energized to dance all night."

You stop and look at her intently. "Jinx, are you really interested in this? Because I feel like you're not taking any of it seriously."

She sits up quickly, her smile fading a bit. "Of course, I'm interested. It's just... all this planning stuff isn’t really my thing. I like spontaneous things, you know?"

"But this is important to me," you say softly but firmly. "I want it to be special for you too."

Jinx goes silent for a moment, her gaze softening. "Sorry, I didn’t mean for you to think I don’t care. I just have a hard time sitting still and thinking about things so... organized."

You move closer to her, taking her hands. "I know, and I understand. But I want this day to be perfect for both of us. I need your help to make it happen."

She looks at you, her blue eyes shining with sincerity. "Alright, toots. I’ll do it. You just have to guide me a little, okay? I’m not great at this, but if it’s important to you, I’ll do it."

You smile and hug her, feeling her vibrant energy now more focused on you. "Thank you, sweets. It means a lot."

"We’re gonna make this wedding explosive, in a good way," she says, grinning again with that unmistakable spark. "And I promise I won’t blow anything up. At least not too much."

You both laugh, feeling like the planning now has a unique touch, with Jinx’s essence but also with the care and love you share.

Vi

The excitement for the wedding has you glowing. You've spent the whole day talking to your parents about the plans, thrilled about every luxury they can include thanks to their generosity. When you walk into the apartment you share with Vi, you're euphoric, eager to tell her every detail.

"Vi, you have no idea what we're going to have at the wedding!" you exclaimed, dropping your purse on the couch and walking over to her. "My parents are handling everything. We’re going to have imported flowers, a special performance from Seraphine, and even a chocolate fountain. It’s going to be amazing!"

Vi, who was sitting on the edge of the bed sharpening her fighting gloves, looked up. "And what else? Are they bringing unicorns too?" Her tone was clearly sarcastic.

You stopped, surprised by her reaction. "What do you mean by that?" you asked, crossing your arms.

She shrugged, setting the glove aside. "Nothing, just that it seems like your parents are turning this wedding into more of a show than a celebration."

"That’s not fair, Vi," you said, feeling defensive. "They just want the best for us."

Vi sighed, running a hand through her short hair. "Sure, the best for their perfect daughter, who’s lucky enough to get to marry someone like me."

The comment hit you harder than you expected. "What are you implying? That my parents are doing this just out of obligation? Vi, they support us, and I... I’m happy they’re helping. I don’t understand why you have to be like this."

"Why do I have to be like this?" Vi stood up, her voice rising slightly. "Because this isn’t what I imagined. I didn’t want us to have to depend on them for everything. I wanted to give you a wedding I could afford, something that came from me, not from them."

Vi’s words took you by surprise. You felt like the conversation was going in a different direction than you had expected. "Vi, my parents just want to help."

She shook her head, taking a step toward the window. "You don’t understand. It’s my pride, deer. It hurts that I can’t give you what you deserve. Every time you talk about the things they’re paying for, it reminds me of how little I have to offer you."

You walked over to her, taking her hand and forcing her to look at you. "Vi, you’ve given me more than any luxury or extravagance ever could. You’ve given me your love, your support, your strength. I don’t care who’s paying for the wedding, because the only thing that matters to me is that you’ll be by my side."

Vi’s eyes softened, her expression shifting from frustration to something gentler. "I’m sorry," she murmured. "I just... feel so useless sometimes, seeing them do everything."

"Vi, you’re not useless," you said firmly, caressing her cheek. "You are everything I’ve ever wanted. This day will be ours, no matter who’s paying for it, because the most valuable thing to me is marrying you."

She leaned in, her lips brushing yours in a soft, emotional kiss. "Thank you for understanding," she whispered against your lips. "I promise I’ll do everything I can to make this day special, even if I can’t pay for it with money."

"It’s already special because it’s with you," you replied, hugging her tightly. "I love you, Vi."

"And I love you, more than words can say," she said, holding you as if she never wanted to let go.

You both stayed there, embraced, letting the tension fade, knowing that, no matter the problems, together you could overcome anything.

Caitlyn

The room was adorned with a golden glow, the walls decorated with elegant tapestries, and the wedding plans scattered across the table, along with details and proposals. You were excited, visualizing what your wedding day would be like, but you couldn’t help but notice that Caitlyn seemed quieter than usual. Her gaze seemed fixed on the corner of the room.

"Cait? What do you think of these centerpieces?" you asked with a smile, wanting to share the excitement of the planning. "We could choose lavender flowers, something simple but elegant, right?"

Caitlyn didn’t respond immediately. Her fingers played with the edge of her glass, but her mind seemed to be elsewhere. Finally, she looked up at you with a forced smile, which didn’t quite hide the worry in her eyes.

"It sounds good, although... I'm not sure my parents would agree with something so... simple," she said with a tone you couldn't ignore.

A knot formed in your stomach. You knew Caitlyn came from an aristocratic family, with many traditions that were expected to be upheld, but you never imagined that external pressure could interfere so much with something so important to both of you.

"What do you mean by that?" you asked, already sensing the growing tension in the conversation.

Caitlyn took a deep breath, standing up and walking toward the window as if she needed space to organize her thoughts. "My family... expects us to have a wedding that represents our status, something worthy of tradition. I don’t know if they would accept the venue being decorated with lavender flowers..." her voice lowered as she continued speaking. "They want everything to be big and glamorous, with high-profile guests. They think a simple wedding, even if it’s on our own, doesn’t reflect what’s expected of us."

Your heart raced. You knew Caitlyn’s parents weren’t exactly easy to please, but you never imagined their expectations would overshadow what you both wanted for this day.

"But... Cait," you began, trying to understand, "isn’t this our wedding? Why do we have to do it the way they want? I don’t want a celebration that doesn’t feel like ours. I want it to be something of ours, not just a display of status."

Caitlyn turned toward you, her face now more serious. "I know! I know, and I agree with you. But I can’t disrespect them, not without consequences. They... pressure me in ways you don’t understand. If we don’t meet their expectations, it would look like a failure for our family."

The tone of her voice grew more desperate, more exhausted. You knew she didn’t want to give in, but you also understood the internal battle she was trapped in, between the love she felt for you and her loyalty to her family.

"So, you want our wedding to be some kind of act to impress your parents, instead of what we really want?" Your voice cracked as you asked, feeling the dream you had for that day crumbling.

Caitlyn quickly walked over to you, taking your hands firmly, her gaze filled with regret. "It’s not that. I don’t want that. It’s just... I can’t stop feeling the pressure my parents put on me. They have so much power, and I don’t want to hurt them in a way that will cause us more problems."

The pain in her eyes broke your heart. You knew what that meant to her, the conflict between the love she had for her family and her desire to do things her way.

"I love you, Cait. And I want this wedding to be ours, not a show for them," you said, trying to calm the storm that was brewing in the air. "Cait, I know you’re strong, and I know we can face all of this together. It’s just not fair."

A tear fell from her left eye, something you had never seen before. Caitlyn, so strong and determined, now seemed vulnerable, lost amidst her own expectations and those of others.

"I’m sorry," she whispered. "I just want you to be happy. I don’t want you to think I’m not considering you. I’m just so trapped in this... and I’m scared that everything will end up being what they want, not what we want."

In that moment, you knew it was time to set aside the anger and hold her. She was having a hard time, caught in a difficult situation, struggling to find a way to satisfy both your desires and her parents’ expectations.

"We can do this, Cait," you whispered, your arms gently caressing her delicate back, and she leaned into you, resting on the person she loved and needed most at that moment. "If we support each other, we’ll find a way. The wedding will be everything we dreamed of, and what your parents expect, but always within what really matters to us. It doesn’t have to be a sacrifice if we do it together."

Caitlyn looked at you for a long moment, as if evaluating your words, evaluating your feelings. Then, with a soft smile, she cupped your chin and kissed you. "I promise I’ll do it. We’ll do it together, like always."

The tension that had filled the room disappeared, and all that remained was mutual understanding and the certainty that, no matter how many difficulties there were, they were willing to face them together. And that was the only thing that mattered.

Jayce

The flowers, the music, the menu... everything seemed to be taking shape, but there was something in the air, a growing sense of discomfort that you couldn’t ignore.

"Jayce, do you really think we need to invite all those people?" you said, the fatigue and frustration beginning to seep into your voice. "Your guest list... it's huge!"

Jayce, who until that moment had been reviewing the papers with enthusiasm you couldn’t share, looked up at you, smiling with a mix of confidence and energy. "It’s Piltover, darling! We need to make this wedding a big deal, something everyone will remember. We have to invite the most influential figures, the city leaders, the people who really matter."

Your breath quickened. You knew Jayce was a man of great ambition and vision, but at that moment, you couldn’t help but feel dismissed by his words. As if all that mattered to him was image and status, and not the fact that this day was so much more personal for both of you.

"I don’t understand, Jayce," you said, trying to keep calm, but your tone came out firmer than you’d expected. "Why is it so important who’s there? Why can’t we do something more intimate, with the people closest to us, with the ones who really matter?"

Jayce frowned, dropping the papers on the table and approaching you with an intensity that made you feel vulnerable. "Are you saying you don’t want to make this a big event? That you don’t want all of Piltover to know what our union means?"

"No, I’m not saying that," you replied, your voice trembling with the accumulated frustration. "What I want is for this day to be something we remember, not what Piltover thinks of us. I want a wedding with meaning, with the people who truly matter to us, not a party to impress others."

Jayce crossed his arms, his jaw tense. You could see his mind starting to process your words, but you could also tell there was something inside him that refused to give in. "This is important! This isn’t just a party, it’s a statement. We’re talking about our future, our position in this city. Everything we do, everything, reflects who we are."

A wave of anger took over you. Each word from Jayce felt like it dug deeper, as if he was ignoring your own wishes, your own feelings. "You’re obsessed with appearances, Jayce! Everything always has to be big, flashy, as if only that has value! I... I just want a day that feels real, something that’s ours, something that reflects who we are as a couple, not a damn parade of names and titles."

The air immediately grew tense, and Jayce’s gaze darkened. "You know what? I don’t understand why you’re so upset. This is an opportunity to show everyone what we’ve achieved, to show them we matter, that we’re not just... I don’t know, residents of Piltover. Doesn’t it matter to you that this day is on par with what we’ve built?"

You stood in silence for a moment, the anger mixed with pain. There was something in Jayce that you didn’t want to lose sight of, something you wanted him to understand. "It’s not about that, Jayce," you said, now calmer but still hurt. "It’s about me wanting you, about this day being for us. I don’t want every decision we make to be based on what others think or what’s expected of us. I want this to be our day, with the people we love, not all those... important people."

A sigh escaped his lips, and for a moment, it seemed like he finally understood. But then, his voice grew softer, but still full of frustration. "I’m not asking you to forget what you want. I just want you to recognize that this is bigger than us, that what we’re doing doesn’t just involve us, but an entire city. What we build here can be remembered, and I want everyone to see it."

The conflict grew bigger in your chest, as if you were caught in a tug of war between what you both wanted. Finally, unable to take it anymore, you said, your eyes full of tears from the intensity of the moment: "I don’t want to stay with someone who only thinks about that. I don’t want this day to be just a showcase. I want it to be something more, something... real."

Jayce looked at you, and for a moment, he thought everything was lost. But then, something in his eyes changed. He came closer, took your hands with a delicacy you hadn’t expected, and in his voice, now softer, whispered: "I’m sorry... I didn’t think about how you’d feel. I... I just want what’s best for us, for you. And I want it to be perfect, I promise. But... I know we also need something that we want, something that makes us feel complete, not just everyone else."

Seeing the sincerity in his eyes allowed you to relax a little. His frustration was still there, but now he seemed willing to find the balance you both were seeking. "We’ll do it our way," he said with a sigh. "I don’t want to get lost in all of this. I want it to be your wedding as much as mine."

Then, with a slight smile, you hugged him. You didn’t know how the day would be, but you knew you’d face it with Jayce by your side, because what truly mattered was what you both wanted, together.

Ekko

The wedding had stopped being just a dream. All the preparations were becoming more real, but as you moved forward, you realized that Ekko's vision of the event was not at all what you had imagined.

One day, after arguing with the organizers about the floral arrangements, you came home to find Ekko looking at some drawings he had on the table, extravagant sketches with half-written ideas. It seemed like he was researching something, but as soon as you walked in, his expression changed.

"What's wrong?" you asked, noticing the slight tension in his face.

Ekko looked at you with a knowing smile, but he didn't seem as enthusiastic. "I was thinking about how to make our wedding something truly unique... I don't want to follow all those boring standards."

You walked over, confused but curious. "Boring standards?"

"Yeah, why do we have to do something like everyone else? Why not have the wedding in an abandoned place in Zaun, where everything started for us? An art show and an improvised banquet for those in needs instead of... this?" he said, pointing to the guest list and the more traditional ideas you had considered.

Ekko's proposal left you in shock. He was serious. A wedding in the Undercity? Full of improvisation? At that moment, an uncomfortable feeling began to grow in your chest. "What? Ekko, are you joking? What's so special about that? It's dangerous, and it's not what I want for us!" You spoke with awareness, since both of you had been born and lived in the Undercity, and you knew better than anyone that it would be quite risky to celebrate the wedding there—interruptions were the least of your concerns.

Ekko looked at you with a mix of surprise and frustration. "I thought you were like me. Why do you like all these... conventional things so suddenly? These ordinary weddings that mean nothing. Didn't you want something authentic, something that truly reflects who we are?"

Ekko's words hit deep, and for a moment, you felt hurt. What did he mean by saying traditional weddings meant nothing? Did he think your dreams and wishes for that day were worthless?

"Ekko..." Your voice trembled a little as you approached him. "Does our wedding mean nothing to you? Is all of this just... a waste of time?"

The silence between you two stretched, and his eyes softened. He slowly approached, taking your hands gently. "No, babe, it's not that. I don't want you to think I don't care. It's just that... I want it to be unique. I want our day to reflect us, our story, who we are. And who we are doesn't fit society's rules."

You sat down, letting Ekko's words sink deeper. It was true, he'd always been someone who fought against the established. Someone who dared to dream the impossible, to challenge what others expected of him. But did that really mean that the wedding you had dreamed of would be lost?

"I just want... I want it to be something beautiful," you said with a sigh. "Something I can always remember as the most beautiful day of our lives. I don't want to do anything weird or strange."

Ekko then smiled, getting closer to you, with a light of understanding in his eyes. "It will be," he said with conviction, "but we'll do it our way. We're not going to follow the standards. I know you don't want that. I don't either."

For a moment, the weight of the situation began to lift, and everything felt much clearer. It was true. You had been so focused on making everything perfect, so eager for the wedding to match what had been your dream, that you'd forgotten something fundamental: you weren't like that.

Finally, you opened up, feeling vulnerable but relieved. "It's just... I just wanted to feel like a normal girl with a normal wedding. I don't know... like the ones I see in the Upper City, with everything so polished, so... perfect. I just want to feel like I belong. Like I'm not different."

Ekko looked at you silently for a moment, and his hands gently squeezed yours. "You're more than that," he said, his voice soft but sure. "You don't have to fit into anything or anyone. What we have, who we are... is unique. And that's what I want our wedding to reflect."

Your breath calmed, and finally, a genuine smile appeared on your face. "Then... let's do it. Our way. A unique day, without following rules."

Ekko hugged you, letting the warmth of his body calm you. "I promise," he whispered in your ear. "We'll make it unique. We'll make it better, but our way."

You both stayed there, surrounded by the warm silence that only the two of you shared, knowing that, even though the road to the wedding wouldn't be conventional, the important thing was that you'd do it together, and that would make it special.

Silco

Silco was standing by the window, looking out at the city from his office high up in the building, where the bustle of the Undercity felt distant but always present. Despite the imposing view, something in his gaze betrayed a void, an internal worry that he couldn’t shake off, even with the love he felt for you. The wedding was drawing closer, and while he knew he wanted a future with you, there were parts of his history, his past, that haunted him, and those shadows didn’t disappear easily.

You were on the other side of the office, going over some details for the ceremony. The environment you were in was bright and luxurious, but for some reason, you couldn’t shake the feeling that everything you were about to experience didn’t quite belong to you. You couldn’t stop thinking about how Silco had pulled you out of the brothel, a life you had left behind but which always silently haunted you. You weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to fully free yourself from that past.

“I don’t know if I deserve this…” you murmured, without thinking too much, looking at a list of flowers for the wedding.

Silco lifted his gaze, the cold serenity of his face mixing with something darker, something that seemed like an internal struggle he was trying not to let you see. He walked toward you, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the room.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, his voice deep but calm, though this time there seemed to be a hint of concern beneath it.

You sighed, not wanting to talk about it, but the sadness overwhelmed you. “I can’t stop thinking about what people will say… They’ll look at me and think, ‘that’s the girl who worked in the brothel.’ They’ll never take me seriously. I don’t feel like I deserve something as… beautiful as this.”

A heavy silence fell between the two of you. Silco stared at you, his eyes as intense and calculating as always, but this time there was something different in them, something closer to concern. He approached you, stopping right in front of you but not touching you yet. He looked at your face, your eyes full of uncertainty, and his lips tightened as if his own demons were struggling to surface.

“You know what bothers me the most?” he said finally. “That you keep thinking you don’t deserve this. That you keep looking at the past as if it’s the only thing that defines you. Those people have no idea what you’re capable of. And you… you’re so much more than any shitty place you’ve come from.”

Your eyes filled with tears that you couldn’t stop from spilling. The emotion swelled within you like a wave. “But… what about my parents? I don’t know anything about them. They sold me like I was merchandise. I have no idea if they’re alive or dead, if they care about me. I never knew if they really loved me…” The anguish spilled out in words, and the tension in your chest increased, as if the gravity of the moment were crushing you.

Silco looked at you with a mix of rage and frustration, as if all that pain were a threat to the fortress he had built around himself. But it wasn’t anger that dominated his voice when he spoke.

“You don’t have to carry that guilt or that damn shame. You don’t have to see all that past as a burden that keeps you from walking toward the future. I pulled you out of that shit, and no one, no one, has the right to judge what we are or what we’ve been. Because what I’ve built for you, and what you’ve done, isn’t measured by what others think. The only thing that matters is what I see when I look into your eyes… and when I look at you, I see a woman who makes me want to break the damn world apart to give you what you deserve.”

Silco’s tone was direct, filled with something he couldn’t express with simple words, something deeper. With a firm hand but an unusual gentleness for him, he touched your face, lifting your chin so you would look at him.

“I don’t care what people think. And I don’t care what you’ve been or what you’ve done. The only thing that matters is what we are now. Us. I don’t want this wedding to be just a formality. I want it to reflect everything. And if you’re by my side, then that everything makes sense.”

Despite the confusion in your heart, part of you began to calm down, at least a little. Silco would never lie to you, not in his coldest gestures nor his warmest ones. His words weren’t just empty promises; they were the words of someone who had fought as much as you had, albeit in a different way, to find his place in the world.

“So you really think I deserve this?” you asked, your voice trembling with emotion.

“You deserve everything.” He answered without hesitation. “And I won’t let any shadow from your past cloud what we’ve achieved. If there’s one thing I’ve learned through all this time, it’s that you and I have the right to create whatever we want. What we’ve done or been before doesn’t matter now.”

You stepped toward him, resting your forehead against his chest, the weight of your insecurities beginning to dissolve by the firmness of his support. “I don’t know if I’m ready for all of this… but being with you makes me feel like maybe, just maybe, I deserve something better too.”

“You always have.” He whispered, wrapping you in a firm embrace. “And if you ever forget that, I’ll be here to remind you.”

And in that embrace, the security Silco offered was more than enough to extinguish the doubts that still burned inside you. It didn’t matter where you came from, or what you had suffered. What mattered was the future you both would build together.

Mel

There was something in the air, a subtle tension that you couldn’t help but feel as you sat at the wedding planning table. Mel was completely absorbed in the details, as if everything had to be perfect and according to her vision. She had told you about the decoration, the guest list, and even the type of outfits she thought you both should wear, but something didn’t add up. Mel was making decisions without consulting you, assuming her preferences were the only ones that mattered.

“I’ve decided it will be in an indoor venue, with all sorts of baroque decorations, and I’ve hired the most prestigious orchestra in Piltover. We want to make our position known, right?” Mel was so confident, looking at the papers and giving a satisfied smile while she handled everything, not letting you intervene.

“What about what I want?” you asked, feeling a mix of frustration and discomfort building up in your chest. “Don’t you want this to be our wedding, not just yours?”

Mel looked up, surprised by your tone, but quickly recovered, giving a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Of course. But… it’s not that complicated, don’t you think? I’ve always been the one to take the reins in this, I always get it right, everything perfectly.”

Your heart began to race. “Mel, you’re not letting me participate. It’s not just your wedding. This is about us, about what we want to share, not about what you think it should be.”

Mel furrowed her brow. “You know, right? Our wedding has to be something that stands out, something that tells the world who we are. I’m not trying to do it alone, it’s just… I’ve always known what’s best.”

“That’s exactly what bothers me!” your words came out forcefully. “You always think you know what’s best, but what about what I want? You’re always planning everything without asking me, always making decisions like everything has to revolve around you.”

The tension was palpable. Mel crossed her arms, her expression hardening. “And what do you know? Do you think I’m not trying to do what’s best for us?” Her voice was sharper now, as if each word was filled with contained frustration. “What about you? Don’t you realize nothing is ever enough for you? You always want something more, something different... Don’t you get tired of living within your own limits?”

What she said stung, like a sharp jab to your chest. “I’m not looking for a spectacle, Mel. What I want is a wedding that reflects what we share, not what the world expects to see.” You felt the emotion take over. “You’re suffocating me with your expectations, with your perfection, Mel. Sometimes, I feel like your need for everything to be perfect is taking away from what truly matters. Perfection isn’t what I want from you, what I want is for us to be together, real.”

Mel stood still, looking down, her face showing a discomfort she didn’t often show. For a moment, she seemed to hesitate. “It’s not that... It’s just that... I don’t know how to do things any other way.” Her voice was softer now, but there was still a layer of tension. “My life has always been about controlling things, doing them the way I want. It’s the only thing I know how to do well. And... I don’t want our wedding to be like any other. I don’t want people to look at us and think we’re ordinary.”

Your eyes softened, and you moved closer to her, taking her hands. “You don’t have to be perfect, Mel. I don’t care if it’s not the most luxurious wedding, or if everything is under control. What matters to me is you, and how we feel together. I don’t want you to drown in your own expectations.”

Mel sighed, the sound of her emotional weariness filling the air. “Sometimes, I feel like... I’m not enough.” Her gaze drifted, as if afraid her words might reveal something she didn’t want to show. “It’s easier to control everything than to accept that things might go wrong. Sometimes, perfection is the only thing I have.”

“You don’t need to be perfect for me, I’ve told you that,” you said softly, caressing her cheek gently. “You just need to be you. And that’s the best part of all of this, Mel. I want you, with all your imperfections, and that’s what I want our wedding to reflect.”

Mel took a deep breath, and a small smile appeared on her face. “I guess I owe you that. This wedding... might be simpler than I thought, but what matters is that it’s ours. Does that sound good?”

The tension immediately dissipated, and the atmosphere between you two softened. She moved closer, and finally, her hands intertwined with yours in a genuine embrace. “Thank you,” Mel said, her voice softer than before, vulnerable and real. “I promise we’ll do it the way you want. It will be our wedding, our way.”

“Thank you,” you replied, hugging her tighter. “All I need from you is for you to be you. And that’s the most perfect thing we can do.”

Both of you smiled, understanding that even though you had differences, the strength of what you shared was far more important than anything else. In the end, what mattered was your mutual commitment, not control, not perfection, but the love you had promised each other.

Sevika

The idea of planning the wedding seemed, in theory, fun and exciting. But in practice, it was an absolute mess. Both of you were trying to organize everything, but Sevika and you weren’t exactly the most organized. There were papers all over the table, piles of disorganized notes, and plans that didn’t match what you both wanted.

"This is a nightmare," Sevika muttered as she picked up a crumpled piece of paper from the floor. "How are we supposed to organize this if we can't even agree on a venue?"

You sat down in the chair, watching the disaster around you. "I know," you sighed, running your hands through your hair. "I wanted it to be simple, but it seems like I can't even do that right."

Sevika let out a bitter laugh, a sound you knew all too well. "Simple? Everything here is a disaster, and we're up to our necks in nonsense. I don't know if I'm the worst at this or if it’s just that this isn’t what I imagined."

Both of you were overwhelmed, and the tension was building. The lack of organization and control wasn’t just reflecting the physical chaos, but also the underlying anxieties of both of you.

"I told you, Sevika, this doesn’t make sense! We’re not getting anything right, and I feel like we’re already ruining everything." Your voice rose with frustration because you not only felt the wedding was out of control, but that this lack of success in the small details was affecting you more than you wanted to admit.

Sevika looked at you intently, frustration clear in her eyes. "And what did you expect? We're not people who do everything perfectly. We’re used to improvising, surviving, doing things our way." Her tone hardened, as if she was trying to justify what had happened. "I don’t know why you thought this would be different."

"Because it’s our wedding, Sevika! It’s not the same as always!" You were about to lose your temper. "I’m tired of you solving everything with ‘we’ll improvise���. This is important to me, and it matters a lot, do you understand?"

Sevika stepped closer, her taller frame and steady gaze making it clear this discussion had escalated too far. "I know, I know… but what I’m telling you is I don’t want it to be a traditional 'under control' wedding. Enough with the outside pressures." Her voice was softer but no less intense. "You know what scares me the most? That I don’t know if I’m capable of doing this right, that everything I plan won’t be enough for you. Because I know I’m not perfect. I’ve always been a warrior, not a princess who wants to sit at a fancy table."

A sharp pain pierced you as you heard her words. It wasn’t just about the wedding. There was something deeper in her tone. "It’s not about that, babe," you said, frustration transforming into a softness that took over you. "I just want it to be our moment. But it seems like we can’t even agree on the smallest thing."

Silence filled the room for a moment. Sevika, with her gaze fixed on the floor, seemed to be thinking. Finally, she stepped closer and, unexpectedly, placed her hand over yours.

"I’m sorry," she said, her voice softer, full of sincerity. "I didn’t want this to affect you so much. What’s going on is… I’m scared, you know? All of this is new to me. I’m not used to planning something so… so personal, and that scares me."

You were taken aback by her vulnerability. "I understand you’re scared, I’m scared too. But do you know what makes me lose that fear? Remembering that I’ll be with you, that we’re making the ultimate promise to share our lives together," you said, feeling the intensity of the connection between you both. "What matters is that, even if everything feels like a disaster, we’ll be together."

She smiled almost imperceptibly, with a mix of sadness and relief. "Do you really think I can’t do it right?"

"No, it’s not that," you replied, gently touching her face. "What I mean is, it doesn’t matter if everything is a disaster, as long as it’s our disaster."

A sigh escaped Sevika. "You’re right."

Both of you remained silent for a moment, understanding that perfection wasn’t what mattered. What mattered was what you shared, and that was more than enough for either of you.

Sevika, now calmer, hugged you softly. "We’ll do it right, doll. I promise."

You smiled, relieved. "Yeah, I know."

And, even though the wedding was still a mess, the only thing that mattered was that it was your mess. Your love was the only thing you needed to make everything make sense.

[alwaysanundertone]

hiw Abt a marauderers x FEM reader, like where it's after a double moon or smth and Remus is EXTREMELY clingy to the reader, snuggled in her, doesnt let her move, literally anything...and sirius on the other hand is in an awful mood cuz he had some family problem or some thing...he needs support and the reader or Remus aren't there to help him out..and jamesie? Well he had a quidditch match and lost that and is in an equally depressive mood...they all need the reade..but she isn't able to comfort them all...

Sirius becomes and and shouts at the reader...rmeua shouts at sirius for shouting at the reader and James (he can't shout, he's too sweet lol) argues with Remus for being to clingy to the reader...

And so they all get mad and stuff and go to other rooms of the house (lol)

This keeps on continuing until the reader lashes out on all three of them!!!

(p.s: u can totally not do it, if u don't like it lol)

my first request! I'm kind of nervous. My requests are open, and while writing this I realized how much I love them! So feel free to send them <3

Love can be overwhelming | poly! marauders x reader

slight angst / a bit of fluff

word count: 1.8k

CW: mention of abusive household

part 1, part 2 , part 3

When you started dating the Marauders, the first thing that your friend Dorcas said was to beware, polyamorous relationship could be tough. At first, you brushed her off: you knew that, but your love for the boys would have overcome everything.

Or at least you thought so.

You have been experiencing the worst week of your whole life, you were stressed over your head with schoolwork, wanting to stay on top of your class but, also, struggling too, and this time, your boyfriends weren’t helping at all.

It all started with the fact that, obviously, it was the week before the full moon, meaning that Remus was extremely on edge, but also clingy. Having an afternoon for yourself was a luxury: the werewolf had to stay by your side all of the time. You didn’t quite get this clinginess, because he behaved this way only with you; he wanted to have the other two marauders near, of course, but he was fine as long as you didn’t wonder off, and sometimes he seemed to be a bit possessive over you. So, let’s say that if you felt the need to have some practice lessons for potions, he had to be there, and it didn’t matter if the professor didn’t want anyone else in the room with you: you had to choose between having him near you, or skipping the extra lessons you so desperately needed.

“Remus, I know it’s stressful for you, but you must understand I have to take this class. It’s not like I’m going to be gone all afternoon, I’m asking you for two hours maximum. You know that Slughorn doesn’t like having other people during these lessons, and he’s doing me a favour here” He looked like you just might have kicked him.

“I don’t understand why my partner suddenly doesn’t want me around.” You took a deep breath: truth was, you knew that he wasn’t being unreasonable because he wanted to. If his werewolf instincts weren’t acting up, he would have probably pushed you to take even more lessons, but now he wasn’t in his right mind. You had to chance tactic.

“Baby, you know that I love you, right? I love you so, so much” You took his face into your hands, you saw his expression visibly shift. “And I know it isn’t easy for you, I know that. I swear, if you go napping now, you won’t even notice I’m gone”

“But napping is way more fun with you” His voice turned sultry, his hands now groping your ass lightly. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of need, but now was not the time.

“Tell you what, I’m going to lay down with you until you’re asleep. I’ll give you some head scratches, then, when I’ll be back, you’ll have me all to yourself. Does this sound good?” His pupils were now a little bit wider; he nodded and hauled you on his shoulder, making you yelp when he made you fall on the bed. He positioned his head on your chest, a hand crawling underneath your shirt to grip one of your tits possessively, while the other one stayed underneath your ass, the tips of his fingertips hovering dangerously close to your core.

You knew that his hold wasn’t casual: he was trying to make you stay, knowing the effect that he had on you, but you couldn’t give in: you had to stay strong,  because deep down you knew that, if you failed this exam, you wouldn’t be in the right mind to help Remus during the full moon.

You just had to get through this week, it was only 7 days, right? And most of today was gone, if the other boys would be helpful, as they always did, everything was going to be just fine.

You wandered off to the Great Hall for breakfast, exhausted. After the lesson with Slughorn, you came back to a very needy Remus, who took all of his clinginess out of you, leaving you sore and tired; while he slept soundly, though, you had to study and make up for the hours lost being supportive for your boyfriend, leaving you with about two hours of sleep in the last forty-eight hours.

“Hey girl, didn’t see you in our dorm room yesterday, oh what the fuck-“ Dorcas looked at you like you might have grown another head during the nighttime. “Babes, have you slept? Like, at all?”

“No, I haven’t. Remus is being extremely clingy, and you know that I’m not the best when it comes to Potions. Given the fact that the test is going to be next week, I barely have time to rest” She scoffed, but you interrupted her before she could start. “I know that James and Sirius should help, but he’s being this clingy only with me, and they can’t do much about that; plus, the upcoming game is stressing them out so much, yesterday they came to bed after practice, they didn’t even eat anything. I just want to support them”

She sighed. “I know baby, but try to not burn out, okay? If you need any help, I’m here, you know? Now, let’s go eat something”

You were happy to share some time with her and your boyfriends, but when you sat next to Sirius, one look at him told you anything that there was to know.

He didn’t greet you, didn’t sport his usual smirk: he was looking down at his plate like it might have held the answer to all his problems, while James looked at you preoccupied. Remus just held you close to himself. You tried to peel yourself away from his embrace, to not avail.

“Sirius, baby, do you want to talk? We can skip the first few hours and go on a walk to the Black Lake?” Now he was looking at you, his eyes were red and puffy, you tried to not cringe at his expression.

“It’s okay, Y/N, just the usual” You hated how he always seemed to shut down, not wanting to share his problems with you. As you tried to reach for his hand, Remus snatched you back, holding you close to him: you could see the moment in which Sirius shut you out for good, and you wanted to kick Remus for it.

“I’m going to handle this, you’re going to think about Remus, okay darling? Then I will report back to you, I swear” James whispered in your ear, You took a deep breath, nodding: you were thankful for him, but you still didn’t want to make Sirius feel like he couldn’t count on you.

You had the time to eat a biscuit before you had to head to class, Remus trailing behind you. You just had to wait for a few days, a few days and all of this would be over, and you had James to help you get through this week. You would be fine, you told yourself.

On Wednesday, you were thankful that Remus had an important herbology test, which gave you enough time to check in with Sirius. You entered their dorm room, spotting his curled frame under piles of blankets: you felt a pang of guilt, you swore your heart broke just a little.

Without making any sounds, you peeled the blankets off and wrapped your body around his, he startled in his sleep.

“Shh, baby, I’m right here. You’re safe, you know that? And I’ll always be here for you, no matter what” It was like you opened a faucet: his body started trembling, and then came the sobbing, he turned around and hugged you back, you caressed his head and back softly. After he quieted down a bit, you took his face into your hands, forcing him to look into your eyes. “Would you like for me to sing for you?” He nodded eagerly, burying his face in your chest, while you sang him a lullaby.

After a bit, you heard his breath even out. Your heart ached for your lover, you didn’t know what living in an abusive household felt like, and you sometimes even felt guilty over the fact that you had the most loving parents someone could ever asked for. You knew it was silly, but if you could, you’d swap family in a blink of an eye, everything to take this burden off of Sirius’s shoulders.

“Is he okay?” James whispered, startling you. He bent down, placing a soft kiss on your head. “I don’t know, Jamie. He had a breakdown, now he is asleep. I don’t know how to help him, I don’t want him to suffer like this every month.”

“I know, love, I know. You’re doing your best, and he appreciates it. But” He looked at you embarrassed, and you already knew what was going on, you sighed. “Remus just finished his test, and he’s going kind of nuts, he wants you by his side. You should go”

“Can’t he just come here, so we could cuddle?”

“I don’t know, love. This moon seems different, he got a lot more possessive over you. He just wants you for himself, I think we’re going to fix this before the next month, but for now, I think you should go”

You nodded, looking down art Sirius for the last time, before looking for Remus.

You prayed Sirius didn’t feel abandoned by you,  but you still had James to count on.

On Thursday, you stayed in bed all day with Remus. You studied, of course, and he seemed happy to have you around. You didn’t see Sirius at all, given the fact that you stayed at your dorm, but you thought that James was handling him well.

Exactly, you thought, because, as you and Remus took your seats for the Friday’s night Quidditch game, after having studied all day in the library, you felt a bit anxious. You told yourself you were being paranoid, but deep down, you knew something was off, and when Sirius entered the Quidditch pitch, you knew he wasn’t okay. He didn’t come to greet you, didn’t even look at you, and when you shoot a glance at James, he just averted his gaze: you were fucked.

You took a deep breath and snuggled closer to Remus, his clinginess now comforting, as the game begun. From the first actions, you knew that they were going to lose: Sirius looked like he wasn’t even trying, while James was too preoccupied to check on him to score a single goal.

And as the game ended, you knew your night was going to be an awful one: Gryffindor just lost the game.

[cthulhus-curse]

Play-Pretend

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,016

Warnings: Mommy Kink, Agatha has a penis, Blow Jobs, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, Degradation, Dom/sub Dynamics, Breeding | 18+ Minors DNI

Summary: In which you and your girlfriend find yourselves in quite the sticky situation in the middle of a club.

You should have known better, really. But then again, you always did like it rough. Well, she always gave it to you in such a way. Not that you would complain — never again. 

The lights scatter over your skin. At times they are red while others come as purple, but they don’t help you enough to see through the crowd. You blindly stride through it, head held up high as you make a frail attempt to catch a glimpse of what is far from you. But all you can see is a head of brown hair you know so well. Strands that you often run your fingers upon on display.

“Fancy seeing you here,” You almost have to scream. The bustling club is one your partner had picked out, and all you had to do was show up and sit pretty.

But Agatha is not amused. Quite frankly, she doesn’t tear herself away from the whiskey on her hand until she fully downs it. Minutes pass and you remain standing there, curious eyes gawking at your outfit that leaves little to nothing for the imagination of others. 

It is a game the two of you play. Something of a distraction from your busy shared lives that leave you going to bed as early as you leave the house in the morning. Roleplaying of sorts, Agatha had called it, and you went along with it joyously. Because while she often presented herself with unabashed sweetness and softness, when it came down to your shared pretend-time, she let go of any inhibitions. 

“You look like a whore,” she spits out, and your knees just about buck. 

“Well, I-”

“That wasn’t a question,” Agatha husks, her tone fueled with pure disgust. But by the gods does it do wonders to heave your chest. “Nor did I give you permission to speak. You’ve been a very bad girl today, Y/N. Looks like someone will have to make it up to mommy.”

The club suddenly goes quiet as your sole focus lands on the other woman. She stands tall over you, her heels high enough that she is able to tower over. A predator hunting its prey. And all you turn into is a frail little gazelle who instead hopes to be devoured all night long by the demanding lioness that is Agatha.

“I-”

But before you can dare respond, a hand moves to your throat. Its grip is strong on you, holding on for dear life as fingernails dig into your skin, forcing bits of blood to decorate your flesh. You try to break free, to challenge Agatha, but the woman refuses. She won’t let go, especially not when you so pathetically try to get her to do so nor when the bartender eyes you both curiously from afar. 

The crowd around you both is loud enough so your gasps for air are drowned out. No one is looking, nor would they care much, as Agatha pushes you away into the depths of the club. Far enough where no one can hear you, but still somewhat visible if one were to wander far beyond the life of the party. 

“I want you on your knees,” Agatha orders. She isn’t asking, but instead forcing you downwards in a matter of seconds. “It’s not a fucking question, Y/N. Get on your knees for mommy now.”

Sinking down to the floor, your knees gathering dirt from it, you nod. Your mouth salivates as you look up at the older woman with a fire in your eyes that she shares. Not even as she begins unzipping her formerly tented pants do you break eye-contact. Those icy blue orbs have a magical way to hypnotize you without even meaning to. 

“How dare you? You’re my property, understood? And only I get to see you like this,” Agatha growls. “Stupid pet. I’ll have to remind you who owns you, huh? You’re far too stupid to remember it on your own. Doesn’t surprise me.”

And for good measure, Agatha spits upon your face. The saliva lands right on your cheek, instantly making quick work to travel downwards. But you don’t clean it up – of course, unless you want your girlfriend to truly give you something to cry about. 

The sight of her cock springing free from the violet pair of briefs makes you hazy. It is semi-hard, enough that it slaps your cheek slightly before remaining halfway standing. But the more you bore your eyes into it, hungrily planting little kisses along its head, the further it grows. Agatha can only stare down with pride at her girthy member that her hand can barely wrap itself around. 

“Open up, sweetheart,” Agatha says, this time softer than the last. But she doesn’t need to say anything as you already kiss your way up and down every single inch of her dick. Kissing the small veins that make themselves known, fondling her balls before oh-so gingerly sucking them. You give her the utmost attention she requires. “There’s a good fucking girl. Just like that, baby. Worship mommy’s cock.”

And that you do. 

Your mouth opens wide enough to invite the massive intrusion inside. The salty taste of pre-cum becomes apparent on your tongue as it begins leaking from the rosy tip you enclose your lips around. Grabbing onto her thighs, you steady yourself before slowly moving your head forth. Every passing second, it is as though you take an inch, then another, then another.

Bobbing your head back and forth, you find yourself easily taking almost all seven inches given your years-long preparations. A hand moves to the top of your head, sitting there at first before following along with your movements. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Until it forcefully moves you further down Agatha’s penis, your lips brushing along her pelvis before you begin to gargle. And even then, she forces you to enjoy it before letting you find a breath of fresh air. 

“You look so pretty, baby. You weren’t meant for this. Only to suck off your mommy where anyone can see,” Agatha teases. For added measure, she thrust her hips forth slightly, forcing her thick penis further down your throat. “Mommy’s little dick-sucker. Now that’s a fitting name for a slut like you, eh?”

Her balls ghost over your chin as you vigorously suck her off. With your relaxed throat, you are soon able to take more than she can give you, and you want it all. Her dick begins twitching wildly inside you as Agatha holds onto the nearby wall for dear life. Yet none of it dissuades you. No, you keep drilling her cock into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you tease her flushed head with your famished tongue. 

It does not take Agatha long to cum, and by the time she does, your head is left pinned between the wall and her body. Copious drops of cum ooze out of her tip, every single one forced down your throat. And you take them all, not daring to waste even a smidge of the special treat you adore tasting. Swallowing it whole to make your girlfriend proud. 

“Did you take all of it?” You watch the woman raise her eyebrows even with the near-lack of light around you both. 

“Yes, mommy,” you promise, opening your mouth to show off its emptiness as you took all her cum for yourself. “I’m a good girl.”

“Uh-huh,” Agatha, with flushed cheeks, hums. She motions you upwards, holding out a hand to help steady you along with the wall. “Now, turn around for mommy, baby.”

Frowning, having thought it was over, you begin to protest. “But-”

“Now, Y/N. Mommy still wants to use her best girl,” Agatha feigns a pout. “Be a dear and let me use your pussy, yeah? I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Her arms help you face the wall, hugging you from behind as she presses her messy dick against your ripped jeans. “Mommy just needs to use her little whore for a bit. So stand there and look pretty for me. Maybe put on a show for anyone that wants to watch.” She nearly tears apart your clothes, ensuring that your backside is clear of any fabric while having tugged on your see-through shirt enough, your breasts jiggle out. “Sharing is caring, after all.”

You would be lying if you said it didn’t make a jolt of need flow down your body. “Of course, mommy.”

The bulbous tip of her dick spreads your juicy folds apart as soon as it touches you. Agatha is desperate, refusing to take it slow let alone for wishing to admire her handiwork. To see you so wet, your slickness drifts down your shaky inner thighs. She smacks your cunt with her meat once or twice, giggling at the lewd noise it makes. Yet still not nearly loud enough compared to the music the club plays. 

The remainder of the club-goes are oblivious to the way Agatha slams her cock inside you with one swift movement. Such roughness is one she has leisurely been building up to. Her fingernails dig into your hips as every delicious inch of her penis forces itself into your pussy which welcomes it with a tight hug. 

“Fuck,” Agatha grunts, a sentiment you soon echo. “Oh baby, your pussy feels amazing.” Her curious hands begin traveling upwards, not ceasing their movements until they find your breasts to grope. “Look how well you’re taking me. You dumb cock-whore.” She slams her waist forth, the head of her penis hitting your sweetest spot. The mewl you let out only heightens her pleasure. “Mommy’s fleshlight.”

The two of you are lost in your own world as you become one. The moist sounds of your pussy being repeatedly abused by your girlfriend’s cock booms across the remote corner of the club you share. The thought of having anyone simply walk far enough to see you being destroyed makes you moan. To be shown off to the world as nothing but a brainless toy for your mommy to use. 

Finding the proper tempo, you begin matching Agatha’s ministrations. At first you are awkward, but with each harsh thrust that comes, you grow more confident. Your skins slap together as nails scratch hips further. A haze overcomes your sights, not that you can see anything around you in the first place, as a warmth settles on your lower belly. 

“Harder,” you plead, and Agatha is more than willing to listen. “Please, mommy.”

“Anything for you, my girl,” Agatha mumbles, gripping your tits as she fucks into you with might. Slow, yet harsh attacks which stretch your cunt out further. “I’ll fill you up so well, baby. I bet your pussy will look gorgeous. Nice and full of mommy’s cum.”

She explodes within you, her cock jittering once against as it begins spurting out drop after drop of white. You try to move away, to find some solace from the warmth that seeps into your cunt which you are to take. But Agatha does not allow you to do so. Instead she continues moving her hips, forcing her penis to your depths as you are fully bred with her seed. 

Her breathlessness is apparent as she stands behind you, peppering sweet kisses along your shoulder. Agatha is quite touchy after the matter, always enjoying a closeness to you after having played pretend with such roughness. And as she moves away slightly, her cock gradually slipping from the hold of your cunt, small droplets of cum begin oozing down your thighs.

“Oops,” Agatha chuckles, shaking her head as she admires the mess the two of you, primarily her fault, created. She rubs her dick over your slit once more, this time garnering an obscene amount of your juices mixed with her seed. “Looks like mommy made quite the mess. Nothing short of what a slut like you deserves.”

With your head already high up in the clouds, you share her amusement. “And who is to say we should stop now?”

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old habits (die hard) ❀ cl16

in which charles charles has a knack for fucking things up, and you have a talent for slowly letting him back in

find part one here.

contains: social media au, ex!charles leclerc x fem!reader, angsty charles and yn living her best life, toxic relationships maybe, mentions of new partners, charles is a confusing man, charles is a jealous asshole

note: i don’t think this is the final part lmao it’s kinda left of a cliff (if u saw me repost no u didn’t)

your phone 📞

charlie

hey

i miss you

a lot

read, 11:23 pm.

charlie

please don’t be like that y/n

i’m serious

you

charles you literally have a girlfriend

charlie

she’s not my girlfriend

you

do you think i’m stupid? like actually

charlie

no

but she really isn’t, we’re just talking

and hanging out i guess

you

oh my god

charlie

love, you know i miss you

you

yes, because finding another girl right after saying you only want to focus on racing sends me such a great message

you’re confusing as hell

charlie

i know, i really messed up.

i shouldn’t have broken up with you in the first place

but the season was getting so intense and i really want this championship, i thought it would be better for us to put it on pause to save us both the trouble

you

so what’s so different about her that makes her an exception?

charles

alex is easy for me

you

so i’m difficult?

charles

that’s not what i mean

you

no it is what you mean

i’m difficult for showing up to your races and being there when you need me

or when i’m there for you when you dnf? or when ferrari fucks up your strategy?

i was willing to stay friends with you after i did all that and you still broke up with me because i had hopes we would make it work and get back together

charlie

i do want to get back together

you

no you don’t

you moved on so quickly like i was nothing

charlie

you also got with someone too

you

because i didn’t want to look like an idiot seeing all the news after telling my friends i had hope

charlie

yeah but posting him in your bed??

you

so you’re just saying all of this because of that guy i posted?

wtf is your deal charles

fuck you

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lilymhe oh my god

lilymhe you scandalous girl

yourinstagram oops?

landonorris he better watch his hands

yourinstagram he said “fuck off”

landonorris i’ll punch him in his face

carlossainz55 mariposa 🦋

yourinstagram 🥺

user are these two dating???

4zaferrari no they’re just friends, this is someone else

kikagomes sexy sexy pair 💋

yourinstagram you’re sexier bebe

pierregasly get away from my girlfriend

yourinstagram get off my page maybe?

alexalbon show me the man

yourinstagram no you’ll just steal him

user loved watching your vlog the other day

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user seeing yn happy is so great but i can’t be the only one missing her and charles right??

user where are you going next omg!!

yourinstagram no idea!!

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charlie

you put him in your vlog? and you’re still posting him?

are you dating

y/n

are we seriously doing this right now

why are you stalking me

charlie

i’m not stalking you, i just care

fuck just answer the question please

y/n

i’m barely posting him, his face wasn’t in it

and no, we’re just seeing each other right now. yk summer flings i guess

charlie

you know it hurts me to see this y/n, please love

y/n

i don’t care, we’re not together anymore

you texting me is hurting everyone, your “friend” included

charlie

she knows we’re not dating

please just come back to monaco y/n

we can talk face to face

can i call you right now?

you

i’m with carlos and lando

charlie

are you also with that guy

you

yeah

charlie

will you finally tell me who he is?

you

does it really matter?

let’s just talk when i’m back in monaco please

and let me enjoy my vacation in peace

charlie

when are you back?

you

i’ll let you know

charlie

okay

i love you

you

yeah

love you too

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[maxillness]

Which drivers (Current/retired) would be a dom/sub/switch?

(I’m bored in math class, okay?)

Feat :: Sebastian Vettel, Michael Schumacher, Mika Häkkinen, Kimi Räikkonen, Nico Rosberg, Fernando Alonso, Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Lance Stroll, Kevin Magnussen, Lewis Hamilton, Daniel Ricciardo, Logan Sargeant, Nico Hülkenberg, Sergio Perez, Carlos Sainz, Oscar Piastri, Mark Webber, Jenson Button

Dom

RBR!Sebastian

Man’s going to town. He’d make sure you couldn’t walk proper for days. He has a breeding kink as well. You can’t change my mind

Prime!Micheal

He’d have you begging and sucking his cock till you’re lightheaded and throat dry

Mika

You say Mika? I say fucking pounding you until the whole town could hear your moans

Kimi

Drunk or sober, man will pound you until you know why they call him the ‘ice man’

Nico R.

Would try to be submissive once, and never again

Mark

Vettel!Reader and you’re done. Especially after Malaysia ‘13. Will never see a day where you can walk again

Switch

Ferrari!Sebastian

“Happy wife happy life” You want to be in charge? Fine. You want to be controlled? Fine. Man wanna please his partner

Fernando

He’d be sweet ‘n all, but if anything goes wrong in a race, he’d pound the frustrations out on you

Mercedes!Michael

He had a rough weekend? Pounds you. You had a rough week at work? Pounds him

Max

More sub than not, but you’d gladly let him take his frustrations out on you

Ferrari!Charles

Mostly a needy slut, but will have you on your knees in a split second if he’s mad (Almost never)

Lance

If you wear something short or any how revealing, drivers room immediately, pounding you over his desk, but the moment you call him a good boy… He becomes the most whiny needy little thing ever

Kevin

Find out he’s not getting his contract renewed, and he’d be pounding you in frustrations. But, when he realised that he won’t be teammates with Nico anymore, he just needs his partner to comfort him

Lewis

Your pleasure over his

Daniel

Really doesn’t matter what era. Man’s had a rough career. Either his frustrated enough to pound you, or he’s in a depressive phase where he just needs you to take care of him

Sub

AM!Sebastian

After he changed to Aston Martin, this man forgot how do be anything but a sub. His favourite position is anything where you’re pounding him

Benetton!Michael

*cough* Virgin!Michael *Cough*

Logan

Need to say more?

AR!Charles

Man could never hurt a soul. Props a virgin as well

Nico H.

He isn’t sub space submissive, but he isn’t dominant. He makes love

Sergio

If they have big brown eyes, I’ll have them on their knees in seconds

Carlos

Big brown eyes

Oscar

Pound him all you like. Man’ll be begging for more even if he can’t feel his legs and be coming dry

Jenson

I read ‘Life to the limit’, and man just needs a fucking hug and someone to make love with him

[amphitriteswife]

Being the older itoshi sister

Tagging @zendersenders

Rin:

💙 Tsundere brother. He’s your littlest brother so bear with him okay, he’s the youngest. He doesn’t act like it though. He likes to think he’s way more mature for his age, which isn’t necessarily true as he has lots of mood swings and outbursts. Will never admit it, but he also sometimes has temper tantrums. But he finds them embarrassed and will deny ever having them.

💙 he said would trust you more than Sae, he’ll tell you his secrets and feelings. But only if you promise to not snitch it to Sae. He’ll sometimes cry, but he doesn’t find it as embarrassing since he’s with you.

💙 If you follow school abroad he’ll miss you dearly, he’s not one to text first or everyday but he will make time for it somewhere in his busy schedule. He’ll respond to your stories or just tell you things about his day

💙He’s more of a caller than texter. Or he’ll send voice messages to you. Half of the time you can hear him out of breath since he’ll probably sent the messages after soccer practice. He would probably walk home with his phone still open, hoping you’ll see it sooner or later since he doesn’t want to talk with you at home. Otherwise his parents are all nosy and up his business.

💙 ‘sister! *pant pant*’ ‘hey Rin, what’s up?’ ‘*pant* can you sent me money? I want to buy some snacks after practice.’ ‘Where are you now?’ ‘Its break time. Can you sent me money?’ ‘Sure! I’ll sent you 20 bucks.’ ‘Thank you!’

💙 He hopes you visit him a lot. Preferably more than Sae. But he also knows that the both of them are your brothers and doesn’t push in that regard, he will get jealous if you spent more time with Sae than him. He doesn’t want to be left out because you and Sae are both adults.

💙 you two probably share a playlist, and most of it are english songs. It will help him with his English. He probably listens to the neighborhood and chase Atlantic. He would 100% stress about concert tickets if they were coming to japan. Ofcourse hell but you one too.

💙 He will never admit it but it makes him happy if you go to his matches or practices. He sometimes searches the seats to see if he can spot you sitting in one of them, he hopes you’ll see his important matches bo matter what. Whether it’s in real life or on tv.

💙He hopes that you’ll see his matches before Sae’s. He knows that Sae is your brother too and that you love him but Rin wants to be your favorite and trustable brother. He feels as if he’s better than Sae if you love him more than him.

💙 He sometimes has his emo phases where he shuts down and doesn’t speak a lot, it’s mainly because of how he feels or it has to do with Sae. He’s not one to tell his feelings to you, most of the time he does but not always. Sometimes he cried, but at least now he doesn’t have to cry on his own, he can cry with you by his side. And that gives him some type of comfort.

💙 be ready to have a clingy and rather possessive Rin if he finds out you have a partner. Rin wants to know everything. Why them? Are they good for you? Will they treat you well? He wants to meet them. He’ll wait. And if he doesn’t approve he better not see them again. No scummy partner will ever enter your life.

💙 Sometimes Rin becomes emotional, very emotional. Whether it’s sadness or anger. He expresses them very intensely, that’s why he sometimes might say hurtful things or words. But at the end of the day he never means them. Doesn’t take away that they hurt though. He does feel a lot of guilt and might end up crying and apologizing to you for it.

💙 He’ll be your best friend. So please consider him yours. You’re his sister, the only sibling still talking to him. He doesn’t befriend others often nor does he talk to his parents. To him you’re currently the most important person in his life. He loves you a lot even if he doesn’t show it. No questions asked.

Sae:

❤️ Sae is around your age, and way more mature than Rin. He doesn’t really bother you because of that and because most of the time he’s in Spain. He also doesn’t talk much, like as if he’s always sleepy. No he does not lack sleep it’s just how he looks so no worries sister.

❤️ Sae isn’t the one who contacts you first nor tried to keep to conversation. He’s busy with a lot of things. It’s no question that he cares for you, there just is only so much time in one day. He has matches, interviews, contracts, practice and a lot more. He hopes you understand how busy he is and that it’s not intentional.

❤️ Unlike Rin, Sae isn’t emotional but rather rational. He keeps his cool and thinks straight and logical. He does have a sharp tongue, but swallows his words when it comes to you. You’re his elder sister and he respects you a lot, such words aren’t meant for you.

❤️ Sae would rather see you in person than on texts. He watched your stories and sees you’re online but will not sent a message until you sent one first. He’ll often leave you on read. It’s not meant to be offending, but rather that he’s busy or just doesn’t wish to engage in the conversation further. He’s tired okay? He hopes you understand.

❤️ it had been stated that Sae thinks that Rin is in his ‘rebellious’ phase. That caused him to be rather confused if Rin snaps at him, which causes Sae to come to you. He often talks to you about Rin as Rin hinself doesn’t even talk to Sae when he’s back in Japan.

❤️ As the older sister, you will have to deal with Sae not understanding what is up with Rin, and Rin hating Sae’s guts. This puts you in a rough spot. Both of them knows you love them very much. But in contrast to Rin, Sae doesn’t seem to mind you spending more time with Rin. After all, Rin is the youngest and needs to most attention because he’s needy. At least that’s what Sae thinks.

❤️ He does make an effort to see you. It might not always feel that way, but he does go on a plane and see you from time to time if his schedule is cooled off. To him the not everyday talking works great. That way the moment he sees you he has a lot to listen to and maybe talk back about some things happening in his life too.

❤️ Sae doesn’t mind you having a partner. He thinks your old enough to know whats best for you and trusts you in that too. Ofcourse if it doesn’t end up working he’ll always be there for you. Only thing he wants is that you keep an eye out for yourself and that your partner isn’t hurting you. He doesn’t necessarily need to meet them but if you insist he wouldn’t mind.

❤️ if you live abroad he’ll also visit you, but then he’s more willing to go out and explore where you live. It feels rather fresh to him when he’s somewhere different than Japan, as if he can breath. He will avoid public spaces a lot because he doesn’t want to be recognized. He might stay at your place for a few days before eventually going back to Spain.

❤️ He will give you random things from Spain, whether it’s a photo, a souvenir, typical spanish snacks or something else. He’ll always bring you something. It’s one of the rare moments he’ll text you and ask you what you want from Spain.

❤️ Unlike Rin, Sae doesn’t seem to mind if you don’t come to his matches. If you watch them on tv he’s happy. But if you don’t he doesn’t mind it. Seeing them irl is something he doesn’t expect. Especially if you live abroad or in Japan. Flights and Hotel costs are expensive. His tickets always get paid by the manager, he will try to get them to also pay yours. But he also understands if you don’t feel comfortable by it.

❤️ Sarcastic asf. It depends on how you take it but sometimes it just floops out. He doesn’t want to be mean but it’s in his system. It’s never curse words but more comments and he always seems to pause after he says it because he didn’t mean to say it out loud. He usually says that to others and can be seen as harsh or rather blunt. He tries to watch his tongue, he really does

❤️ Sae loves you without a doubt, the same goed for Rin even though he might not show it. He doesn’t see a need for friends or to actually regularly contact someone. But he’s happy that your the glue that sticks the bond with him and Rin. He knows you’re in a rough spot and tries to make it less harder for you. But he is grateful that you’re here to help him and the babiest of brothers, Rin.

That’s all yall😜

[stllmnstr]

something old, something new

hello have a 2.3k drabble about Heeseung still having feelings for his ex heavily inspired by the above behind the scenes no doubt mv pics and based on this anon prompt sent to me:

this was supposed to be short but I got carried away and ended up writing 2.3k on my PHONE in an hour so please excuse any typos 😭

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Lee Heeseung loves weddings.

When he admits this to people, which is in and of itself a fairly rare occasion, they assume it’s for all of the usual reasons.

The open bar, the well curated playlist, the free food... After all, those are the typical things men in their mid twenties tend to enjoy. And Heeseung always nods along. Forces a laugh whenever his conversation partner cracks another age old joke about getting a little too tipsy on the dance floor.

Besides, it’s not like he’s immune to baser pleasures. At twenty-five, Heeseung does genuinely enjoy eating well and getting drunk on someone else’s dime.

But if he digs a little deeper, is a little more honest with himself, the real reason he loves weddings so much is the romance of it all.

A white dress thats been agonized over and alternated to perfection. A cake thats been taste-tested and intentionally designed with the lucky couple in mind. A venue that likely cost an arm and a leg, but it’s worth it, because it’s the place where two people get to display the love they have for each other in front of everyone that’s important in their lives.

And Jay, he thinks, has outdone them all. The ballroom Heeseung steps into with perfectly shined shoes is jaw-droppingly gorgeous. Crystal chandeliers bathe the high ceilinged room in soft, warm light that almost glows like candles at dusk.

The aisle separates two generously sized sections of seating from one another. Each table is laid with a crease less cream colored tablecloth and a bouquet of flowers that Heeseung doesn’t want to guess the price of. It’s stunning. It’s perfect.

And Jay, Heeseung’s best friend of thirteen years, deserves nothing less.

Jake seems to agree. Coming to stand next to Heeseung, he jerks his chin towards the door that leads to the neighboring room. “I just heard from a very trustworthy source that the open bar starts at 1 pm sharp,” he grins.

Heeseung has a sneaking suspicious that this trustworthy source is Sunghoon, which means it’s likely to be incorrect. Besides, booze isn’t what he’s here for.

“Hopefully not,” Heeseung nudges Jake’s shoulder, “since no one wants to watch you stumble down the aisle.”

“At least I’m just a groomsman.” Jake shrugs. “You, on the other hand, Mr. Best Man, have to be on your best behavior. Besides, I can handle my alcohol.”

Heeseung’s lips flatten. “I have several videos that prove otherwise.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jake waves his palm. “I’ll be good. I promise. No shots until after the ceremony.”

Heeseung just rolls his eyes. His younger friend might be a little more lax when it comes to conducting himself in public, but Heeseung isn’t actually worried. This is Jay’s wedding, after all. And no matter how much Jake and Sunghoon enjoy a good party, they also know how to take things seriously when it matters.

For a moment, Jake just looks around the room, taking it in like Heeseung had a few minutes prior. Similar actions, different conclusions. Jake doesn’t comment on the lighting or the tablecloths or even the romance. Instead, he says, “I can’t believe Jay’s actually getting married.”

“Yeah,” Heeseung breathes. Jay is the first in their friend group to officially leave bachelor-hood, and it does feel a bit strange to bear witness to. “Me neither.”

Jake is still shaking his head. “And he’s the first one out of all of us. That’s almost weirder. You know, we always thought it would be –”

Remembering himself, Jake lets the sentiment die on his lips.

It doesn’t matter, though. Heeseung already knows what he was going to say.

We always thought it would be you.

Four long years ago, at twenty-one, Heeseung had felt far too young for marriage. But that didn’t stop him from imagining what you’d look like in a white dress. What flavor of wedding cake the two of you would select from the box of samples. What overpriced venue you would decide to officially intertwine your lives in.

It didn’t stop him from tucking away a small, velvet box in the back of his drawer for safekeeping. From fantasizing about kneeling in front of you and finally sliding a gorgeous, sparking ring right where he wanted it to belong.

It didn’t stop him from making promises and plans. Adjustments to his life just to make sure there was always space for you.

But one year later, the box and the ring inside were still tucked away. And the love Heeseung kept safe suddenly had no place to go.

He told his friends it was mutual, that you’d made the decision together. But Heeseung never wanted to let go. Even if a job opportunity meant you had to move across the country. Even if it made no logical sense for him to follow when he was still finishing his degree.

It was circumstances, he explained to his friends, to his family. Not anything either of you did wrong.

But alone, surrounded by the four walls of his bedroom and the overwhelming clamor of his own thoughts, Heeseung just cried. Sobbed. The kind of tears that left him gasping for air and with a throb behind his temple.

Because he knew that he never would have done that to you. He would have turned down the job, would have found a way to make long distance work, would have transferred to another university to be close to you even if it wasn’t logical.

He would have done it, the big romantic gesture that gives the rom-com a happy ending and signals to the production team that it’s time to roll the credits.

But you didn’t. When he suggested long distance, you just sighed. And there were tears in your eyes too, but there was no fight.

So Heeseung, despite every bone in his body screaming at him not to, let you go.

And now, three years later, he’s about to watch his best friend get married and pretend it doesn’t sting. He’s happy for Jay. He is. But the selfish parts of him will always wish he was the one waiting at the end of the aisle instead. For you.

The universe has never made a habit of bending to his desires, though, and he fulfills his role as best man well. The ceremony goes off without a hitch, and Jake is appropriately steady-footed in his role as a groomsman.

The white dress is gorgeous. The cake is delicious. The venue is perfect. Whatever romance is, Jay and his fiancée — no, his wife — have captured it well.

Despite his earlier words, Heeseung makes a home for himself at the aforementioned open bar the second the ceremony is over. Knocking back another swig of whiskey, he appreciates the slight burn. At least it’s in his throat this time, instead of his heart. And at least it’s induced by alcohol instead of misplaced jealousy.

But he must have had one too many drinks, because for a fleeting moment, he swears that the late arrival that makes a hesitant entrance into the reception room is—

No.

There’s no way.

You only knew Jay because you knew Heeseung, and those flowers withered three long years ago. You have no reason to be here now.

But then he hears it, and oh the lurch in his heart hurts just as bad as it did the first time. Because despite the improbability of it all, that’s your voice that floats above the music and exchanged pleasantries with another guest. Even after all the time that’s passed, Heeseung would know it anywhere. Could pick it out of any crowd.

He turns to you slowly, as if he can delay the inevitable just a little longer. As soon as his eyes land on you, he realizes his mistake. He shouldn’t have looked at you at all, should have just slid off the bar stool and ran in the other direction because it still hurts.

You’re three years older, and the time has been good to you. The evening dress you wear hangs from your body in a way that only reminds him of what you look like beneath it, of the way running his hands and his lips and his love over the skin you conceal used to feel like second nature. The way you used to play with his hair with his head in your lap, trading small moments of intimacy after a long day.

It hurts. It aches and it stings and it burns.

He has to get out of here. He has to leave. Now.

Not caring if he’s making a scene, Heeseung stands from the barstool. The only reason he tries to be somewhat discreet is to avoid the heat of your gaze.

All the way to the door on the opposite side of the room, he doesn’t turn back. Not once. On the other side of the door, he lets his body go limp against the solid surface beneath his spine, just for a moment. He exhales a long held breath.

But the air is still stifling, even as he loosens the tie at his neck. Straightening back to his full height, he turns down a short hallway until he arrives at the small outdoor balcony he noticed earlier.

The air outside is cold, at least. Fresh.

On the horizon, the sun spends its last few moments of the day painting the sky in gorgeous, golden hues. Heeseung squints, but he doesn’t look away. Hands wrapped around the bannister that lines the balcony, he sags into himself.

Shoulders hunched, he forces a long inhale into his lungs. And then he releases it. His breath is a pattern he can cling to, something steady that tethers him back to reality. Something to focus on that isn’t the war in his mind.

But peacetime is only an illusion. After a handful of quiet minutes, he hears the door open behind him.

“Oh,” you startle. He knows it’s you, even from just one syllable. “Sorry, I didn’t realize someone was out here already. I’ll just…” Your words trail off into silence, but Heeseung doesn’t hear retreating footsteps, doesn’t hear the door close again. After another stilted moment, what he hears is, “Heeseung?”

Your voice is small. As if you can apologize just by being gentle. As if he’s a wounded animal you don’t want to startle.

And Heeseung, despite himself, does feel a bit like a kitten left out in the rain when he finds it in himself to turn and face you.

The only word he says is your name. His tone is steady, even. More so than he thought he was capable of. But he’s looking at you now too, and his eyes have never been good at hiding secrets.

“I…” You trail off again. You’re at a loss too. “How are you?”

“Don’t do that,” Heeseung shakes his head.

“I’m sorry,” you retreat immediately. But Heeseung remembers when you used to argue, when you used to fight back. When you valued the strength of your relationship over his wounded pride.

“Don’t be,” Heeseung shakes his head again. “You made your choice, so stick to it. You don’t get to…” He screws his eyes shut for a moment, fist clenching at his side. Opening his eyes again, he matches your gaze. “You don’t get to leave me and then apologize for it.”

Your breath hitches, but you don’t miss a beat. “I meant for intruding,” you tell him. “I was apologizing for disturbing you.”

But you remember how he used to love making space for you in his life. How his plans were your plans and his time alone on a balcony would only be made better if you were there, too.

And you still remember the day you were inspired by a strong bout of spring fever, how you dedicated an entire afternoon to deep cleaning.

You still remember the small, velvet box you found.

You didn’t open it, but you didn’t have to. The small, nondescript container scared you enough. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to marry Heeseung. You already had Pinterest boards full of white dresses and three-tier cakes and stunning venues. Suits that you thought would bring out his best features.

But you’d also just gotten the news of your promotion. Across the country. You didn’t know how to tell him, and you had less of an idea how to leave him.

But you knew you had to. He would follow you, if you let him. You were sure of it. But he was enrolled in the best university for his program, and you watched him fight tooth and nail to earn his spot there.

Heeseung was a bright light, a beacon of good things, and if you were honest with yourself, you felt like his commitment to you was something that only weighed him down.

He was an adult, too. A young one, yes, but a full, grown person all the same. Perfectly capable of making his own decisions, but you took that from him anyway.

And now, three years later, you can still read him like an open book. There’s hurt in his gaze, pain that lingers even now. There’s resentment, too, and you can’t blame him for it.

I still love you, you want to tell him. Because it’s true. Because you do. Because you can see it in his eyes, too.

But you’ve always been better at holding your tongue than him.

Instead, you turn on your heel, planning to exit the way you came.

Fingers around the door handle, the sound of your name stops you.

It sounds like he’s begging, like he’s pleading, and you can’t bear to turn and see the results of your devastation as surely as you hear them.

Instead, you remain motionless. You squeeze your eyes shut as tightly as you can.

And then, so faintly it’s almost lost to the wind, he says, “Stay. Please.”

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[writing-mlm]

We’re alike… aren’t we?

Summary: Jason gets help getting bandaged after being stabbed, you get help after your fear of needles stops you from taking your HRT Pairing: Jason Todd & Trans!reader Wc: 960 tags/warnings: gender neutral reader, can be nb/ftm/mtf, stitching jason up, taking HRT, mentions of being tortured, trans blues, no romance but can be seen as such

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Jason doesn’t understand why you stay around even after everything he’s done. You know his past, you know his present, and for fucks sake you probably see where his future is heading. But fuck, you’re still there. You’re still letting him in at one in the morning after he crashed through your window for the millionth time that month, all with open arms. 

You’re still giving him the good blanket because it’s the middle of winter and his suit isn’t all that good at keeping him warm. You’re still lowering the music because he’s bordering on a concussion. You’re still staring at him as if he isn’t a serial killer, crime lord, zombie!

He doesn’t understand that you get it. 

In your own way, of course. 

You know what it’s like having a family that mourns you even though you’re right in front of them. You know what it’s like to feel as if you’re in the wrong body, missing parts that you’ll probably never get no matter how hard you work because it’s not the same. It just isn’t. You understand all too well what it’s like when your family looks at you, not looking at the adult you’ve grown into but the child they once had. The child you can no longer be. The adult that cannot bear to accept because it’s not what they had in mind for you. 

You know what it’s like to be set aside, to be considered wrong. 

You both don’t like mirrors, broken enough that you’ve gotten bad luck for the next three lifetimes. You both get nervous when getting intimate with partners because what if they think your bodies are gross? You’ve both gotten fucked over by your fathers. 

“Did you take your shot?” He asks as you hand him a water bottle and a pill for his pain. 

“No,” You sigh, looking away from him. “I chickened out again.” He doesn’t laugh, but you see the twinkle in his eyes as he takes the pill without the water chaser. He still drinks it, though. It’s non-contaminated water, it’s like the holy grail for fucks sake. 

“Get it, I'll do it.” It’s no use putting up a fuss, he’d just get up and find it himself. Besides, you could really use the help. The needle thing still freaks you out and your insurance is moving slow to move you to something better like gel or auto injections things. 

When you return, he’s washing his hands and putting on a pair of gloves. Not to mention in one of his shirts he keeps at your place, something about having too many germs on his clothes to be next to medical equipment. He’s forgotten pants, you note. Probably because he’s bleeding from his outer thigh. 

“I’ll get the medkit,” Setting your box of HRT supplies on the coffee table, you ignore his protest. Getting the kit you’d gotten after the first time he crashed at yours needing medical attention but refusing to go to a hospital or Bruce’s. Which, for the record, is more often than you care to think about.

When you return he’s sitting on your floor, a small pool of blood collecting on his discarded shirt. You replace it with an old towel and clean the spot. He doesn’t wince, but you see his thigh tense as you wipe the area and begin stitching him up. He’s used to getting stitched up, it hardly affects him these days unless it’s a bad wound. Thankfully this is a small stab wound, it’ll heal in under a week if he doesn’t open the stitches. And he probably will at some point. 

“All done,” Grinning at your work, you wrap it in bandages and then put a pin to secure it. He’ll check on it once he can but he trusts your handy work, it hasn’t failed him yet. 

“Your turn,” He says when you remove your own set of latex gloves. You wince at the idea but begrudgingly let him do it. He moves you to the couch, lifting your shirt enough that he can see your stomach and has you hold it up. You do, knuckles pressing against your skin so much your hand starts to shake.

“You’re a lot better at stitching me up and putting a needle in your stomach,” He humors you as he’s grabbing an alcohol wipe, eyes flickering up to yours. He cleans the vile first, carefully setting it on the table when he’s done. 

“You try getting tortured by needles,” You mutter, blinking down at his hand as he wipes the area. It’s cold against your skin, even more so when he fans it for a second. “Fucking hate Joker,” 

“Don’t we all,” He grabs the bottle and a 1-millimeter syringe that makes you inhale and look away. “You’re good, you got this,” He mutters with his attention mostly on drawing the liquid into the syringe with a careful eye. He switches the needle before checking for air bubbles and pinches at your skin once he’s sure it’s perfect.

“Ready?” He asks. “You can squeeze my shoulder.” You can only muster a nod as you prepare yourself. He works slowly, watching as he carefully slides the needle into your stomach and then watches your face as he slowly injects it. He doesn’t like it when he helps you; the panic in you makes his stomach hurt but he also doesn’t want you to not take your HRT or have a panic attack trying to do it yourself. 

He pulls the needle out and wipes away the drop of blood before putting on a bandaid. 

“All done.” He smiles, snapping his gloves off. You drop your shirt with a sigh, running your hands over your face as you relax.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

can't fight the moonlight

kinktober, day twenty-nine

a/n: this one was a fantasy that was so fuzzy and took a surprisingly long time to figure out, but the hazy dream of it kept me going till i solved the puzzle

summary: it didn’t matter what you did or how hard you tried, you had no way of overpowering the beast the moonlight turned him into. 

warnings: werewolf!bucky barnes x reader, smut, bucky's wolf form is very humanoid looking (think more teen wolf, less twilight), dubcon/noncon, predator/prey, established relationship, monsterfucking, little to no foreplay, dirty talk, squirting, overstimulation, cock drunk, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, forced breeding, belly bulge, size kink, size difference

word count: 2345

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“…and you’ve got some water in case you get thirsty and-, oh! Do you have something to eat? A snack or something?” you blabbered tensely as you helped lock the heavy chains that your partner snaked securely around his own limbs, bolting him to the cold basement for the night, “because I could go make you-”

Letting the iron in his grasp suddenly fall to the floor in a loud clang, like a volcano he exploded, “no!” heatedly throwing his hands up as he fumed, “I don’t need a fucking snack, would you just-…” catching your wide eyes, his sudden anger thawed a bit as he finally heard his own words, “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” you clutched your hands close to your chest, the keys tight in them dug into your palms.

Head lightly tilting to the side, Bucky let out a sigh, “you’re just trying to help and I’m-”

“It’s okay, I know,” you reassured him, “it’s the moon, I get it, don’t worry, darling,” you averted your gaze, staring down at the cold concrete floor, “I’m sorry about freaking out, like I do every month, but I just wanna do something that can make this better for you, even a little bit, anything, even though I know that there isn’t anything that can, I still can’t stop trying because I hate this,” you heard your voice grow thick and tears begin to blur up your vision, “I really really hate this.”

“Y/n…” you felt his fingers gently graze your cheek, bringing your glossy gaze back up to his, “you are helping, more than you even know. Before I met you, before you moved in and started being here every full moon, I was always terrified of getting out, terrified that I couldn’t detain myself enough and someone would end up getting hurt or worse… but I’m not scared of that anymore. It hasn’t happened once since you’ve been here to bolt the chains I can’t get to on my own and lock the doors from the other side. Plus knowing that you’ll be here when the sun eventually comes up, I hold onto that, no matter how painful it gets or how much I disappear, that fact doesn’t, it stays with me, keeps me somewhat sane throughout the night.” 

Letting out a shaky breath, you blinked away the mist in your eyes, trying to be brave as you uttered, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he exhaled, gazing at you as you leaned in to seal the final padlock with a click. Getting up to your feet, you stepped towards the door, but your fingers froze on the knob as Bucky’s voice filled the cellar once more, “try and get some sleep, okay? I’ll see you in a bit.”

Glancing over your shoulder at his shackled frame, sitting against the wall, skin already glistening from the pending trauma, you promised, “okay,” even though you knew this night wouldn’t be any different from the rest. 

You could never sleep when the moon was full, never even relax enough to rest for a bit. Even though the layers of resources that encased the basement silenced Bucky’s screams of agony from the rest of the neighbourhood as well as your own ears, just the knowledge that only one floor below where you were trying to slumber, there your beloved laid in pain as every single bone in his body had to break before he could turn into a monster of the moon, that awareness kept you up better than any caffeine could. 

Locking the solid steel door behind you, so you repeated with the one atop the wonky staircase, the rest of the house suddenly feeling so cold without his presence. 

Still clad in garb you’d worn to work, you couldn’t bother to change out of it even if the dress and stockings weren’t the most comfortable clothing to do an all-nighter in, you just seized the grey cabled cardigan draped over the armchair by the fireplace and shrugged it over top.

Holding the kettle under the tap to fill it up, your weary vision locked on the ominous sphere looming in the night sky clearly visible from the kitchen window. Losing yourself to the sight, too absorbed by the troubling thoughts it brought on, you only snapped out of the trance when cold water began to flow over the side of the pot and soak your hand that clutched it. 

“Oh, shit…” you mumbled as you hurried to turn off the water and pour some of the abundances back out into the sink. 

Placing it down on the stovetop, you listened to the gentle clicking that emanated before the eventual flame as you turned the knob. The slight heat radiating beneath the kettle persuaded you to shift into the living room and with the flick of a match, light the fireplace, granting yourself more of that soothing heat to help battle the night. 

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the water came to a boil, kettle whistling like a demon to relay the message. 

With a mug of tea in your hand, you curled up in the chair by the fire and picked up the half-read book discarded on the small side table. 

This was the routine, even though you never could concentrate, you still at least tried to distract yourself. 

A sudden bang ripped your eyes away from the page they had glazed over four times by now. Your vision instantly trained on the door to the cellar, clearly visible from where you were sitting. 

As the door then began to rattle rhythmically from an unyielding force, your body jumped at every thud, the novel in your grasp tumbling to the floor. 

Frozen in your seat, you watched as the door splintered, swiftly losing the short-lived battle and flying off its hinges.

With heavy footsteps, Bucky’s visage stepped into the light, except it wasn’t the Bucky you knew, not one you’d seen with your own eyes, but only ever heard tales about.

At first, you thought he still looked like himself, but as the firelight flickered across his form, you finally noticed just how altered he was. His natural body hair had quadrupled, fuzzing up his visage and the rippling muscles that hid beneath it, those as well seeming to have swelled up making his frame nearly unrecognisable. Though he always towered above your comparative stature, his height now was something else entirely. The sight of his eyes chilled you to the very bone, the calming blue was completely drowned out by a sea of black, with only a tiny golden flicker in the middle differentiating the obsidian. Nails long and tough like claws, broken chains still clung to his form as you watched his lip curl, a low growl rumbling throughout the room and letting you catch sight of his sharp teeth. 

Scarcely breathing at all, your hopes of him not noticing your presence began to fade as he predatorily sniffed the air. 

Your eyes suddenly grew wide as you spotted a part of him begin to swell up and come into the light. Throbbing, his unusually grand length intimidatingly curved upwards, it too haven grown just as the rest of his body had. 

Finally breaking through your terror, you sprung up and tried your best to run, though you didn’t get far as, within mere seconds, the natural hunter caught up to you and tackled you down to the ground, shredding the cosy knit you wore in the process. 

Cheek smooshed against the floorboards, you trembled beneath his beefy form as his flaming chest pressed against your back, knowing full well that if you made one wrong move, aggravated him in any sort of way, he could snap you like a twig. It didn’t matter what you did or how hard you tried, you had no way of overpowering the beast the moonlight turned him into. 

As your eyes flickered to the front door, it dawned on you that if he could break not only the chain that bound him, but also the strong basement doors, then the last barrier that kept him from the outside world wouldn’t even make him break a sweat. 

Growling directly in your ear, you felt his agitated breath fan across your face as his nose buried itself in your hair. Starved sniffs slowly travelling south, your heart nearly burst out of your chest as you felt him rip your clothes to shreds. Dress tattered and hanging off of you, your underwear swiftly disintegrated completely as only your stocking truly survived the attack, still clinging around your quivering thighs with only the smallest of tears to tell the tale. 

Grinding desperately against the curve of your form, his monstrous girth nudged against you, catching you off guard as even in this petrifying form, you still felt your body respond to him. 

“Bucky, Buck!” your voice squeaked in an attempt at breaking through to him, “it’s me! It’s me! It’s Y/n!” wildly flipping you over and roughly aligning himself with your core, you desperately tried to catch his dark eyes and try again, “Bucky, please!”

Joints locking up at the sound of your shrill cry, a flicker of reignition washed over his haunting glare, softening it slightly as you finally heard him speak, “…Y/n?” his voice was much lower than you’d ever heard it, though very much still his, “oh, fuck… I-…” a shaky breath escaped his lungs as he hovered above you, the tip of his cock nuzzled between your folds, “…I don’t think I can stop…” he grunted, his hand right beside your head digging into the floorboards and leaving splintery scratches in its wake, “I can’t fight it, I’m trying, but-”

“It's okay,” you carefully reached up and touched his cheek. You couldn’t let him run out that door and take some innocent lives. At this moment, all of his focus was aimed at you, so if it could just stay there and not stray till the sun came up, if you could distract him for only a little while longer, then the night might end without any unnecessary bloodshed. So, therefore, you gave in, “I love you, I love you so much,” your glistening eyes blinked up at him as you tried to speak with confidence, “you’re not gonna hurt me, I know you’re not. It’s okay, it’s-” 

Plunging into you, an almost animalistic noise accompanied his harsh action as the beast he’d become seized exactly what it desired. All of the air got pushed out of your lungs as he buried himself in you, stretching you out beyond belief and forcing a shuttering cry to tumble from your lips. 

Never mind the fact that he wasn’t wearing a condom, a thing the two of you had always been careful about, that detail fought to penetrate through the fog he sent you into. Stunned that you could even take it all, the sensation of him made your mind melt. You felt all of it. Every vein and every ridge, every jaw-dropping detail that decorated his monstrous cock drove you to madness.

“Fuck!” he snarled, bucking his hips so hard against yours that your whole body shook, the sloppy clapping of skin against skin filled the home as he greedily rammed against the deepest spot inside of you, “do you have any idea how long I’ve tried to break out of those chains?” leaning down closer, he inhaled deeply, “I can fucking smell you…” you shivered as his nose ghosted against yours, “all the way down in the basement, no matter where you are, I can always smell you… calling for me, begging me to come and rip you apart…”

Leaning back again, his bruising grip found your hips and plucked them up, holding them tight as the rest of you still laid melted against the floor like a puddle before him. Like a ragdoll in his grasp, he moved your body, fucking your drooling pussy like the ravenous beast he was. 

As your eyes fluttered down to where he virtually split you in two, the dull bulge that rhythmically appeared in your lower stomach at each and every one of his ruthless thrusts caught your attention, the vision making you dizzy. 

You had never felt like this, never felt anything so intense in your whole life. He was just so menacing, so magnetic, so massive. Your own enthusiasm caught you by surprise, especially as your cunt soon began to cry out around him, showing your living room floor in your want as you squirted all over his rock-hard girth. 

Usually, Bucky would slow down and give you a moment whenever you had an orgasm, but in this moment, tonight, it wasn’t your Bucky that was pounding the living hell out of you, it was someone else, something else, and that creature only seemed to get even more riled up by your lewd display as he picked up his speed till his gravelly groans grew louder and his efforts began to go sloppy. 

“Please, Buck,” you mumbly pleaded, picking up on his telltale signs through your cock drunk haze, “not inside.”

But he didn’t listen to you as he just kept on fucking you till he pumped your pussy full of his cum. 

Panting and puffing above you, he still kept up shallow thrusts, rocking you against him and pushing his load out of your overly sensitive cunt with every piercing plunge. 

“Buck?” you heard yourself uttered as you found his dark gaze, though what stared back at you was not your love anymore as there was no recognition to be found in his eyes at all. 

Slamming you back against him hard enough for it to sting, you shuttered at the possibility that he was nowhere near done satisfying his carnal desire. 

But just before he could ruin you completely, a sliver of light began to dawn on the far side wall. Glancing out the window, you barely managed to spot the morning crest over the treetops in the distance. 

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[fairy-writes]

Hello- umm I'm new here and I saw your request was open..I was wondering if it's ok for me to request maybe some parent headcanons for Soshiro Hoshina,like imagine him and his s/o (the reader) having twin sons that are literal prodigy and just a overall very talented kids.I just wanna see their dynamic as a family,Like badass husband and their badass wife/husband/partner and their literal gifted prodigy twins- YOU CAN FEEL FREE TO IGNORE THIS BTW NO PRESSURE THANK YOUUU🏃🏻‍♀️💨

YOUNG PRODIGIES

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Kaiju No. 8

Pairing(s): Hoshina Soshiro x Reader

Word Count: 0.8k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Headcanons, Original Child Characters, 

Notes: The names I picked and their meanings are as follows (pls lmk if I got any meanings wrong, I’m using a website to translate said names)

Katsuo: Victory and/or hero

Osamu: discipline/study

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Okay, so at this point, you and Soshiro have likely retired from the Defense Force. Like, yes, you love your job and can go for several more years, but once you decide to have kids, he wants to be there for them and raise them properly. You do, too. 

Whether you guys decide adoption, pregnancy, or surrogacy is right for you, it doesn't matter. He’s there for it all. 

You both end up with twin boys! Katsuo is the younger twin, and Osamu is the elder twin by seven minutes.

When the boys are six years old, Soshiro decides to start teaching them the ways of the sword. 

And you really shouldn’t have been surprised to see that they are prodigies. 

Like, it takes some time for their skills to show, but when they do, they’re top of the class. 

They spar with Soshiro to practice, and of course, he goes easy on them for the first little (long) while. 

While both of them are prodigies, they excel in different ways. Osamu in the offensive, Katsuo in the defensive. 

But that doesn’t mean that they don’t feel inadequate at times…

Osamu and Soshiro came in from practicing for the day while you were busy filling out the last of the paperwork from your new desk job. It was more so to keep you from getting bored than anything else. The Defense Force paid you a hefty pension for serving for so long in their ranks. 

“Where’s Katsuo?” You lean back in your desk chair and ask your beloved husband and elder son as Osamu skips in to ask what’s for dinner. 

“He isn’t with you?” Soshiro asks as he toes off his shoes by the front door. 

At this, you frown. “No? I thought he was with you.” 

“He said he didn’t wanna practice today.” Osamu chirps as he comes out of the kitchen with an apple stuffed in his mouth. 

Katsuo didn’t want to practice? That was odd…

“Go check out back again. I’ll check his bedroom.” You eventually say to Soshiro, who nods and takes your elder son with him. 

You find Katsuo in his bedroom.

He’s curled under his alien-themed blankets, and you can faintly hear sniffling from your spot by the door. 

“Hey, kiddo.” You whisper into the silence, and he jolts in surprise. He peeks his head out from under the blankets to look at you with red-rimmed eyes. 

“What do you want?” He mumbles, and your eyebrow arches at the ten-year-old’s cold response. 

“To check on you. What’s going on?” You say, but don’t move from your spot by the door until he gives you the go-ahead. 

Once you’re seated beside your younger son, he bursts into tears. 

“I’m not good enough!” He blubbers, and your frown deepens. 

“What do you mean? Of course, you are!” He flinches away from your comforting hand and shakes his head. 

“Not as good as ‘samu! He’s loads better than me! He beat me four times yesterday, and I only beat him once!” He snaps, and you sigh. 

You should’ve known this was going to happen. 

“You’re too much like me, I fear.” You eventually say, and he looks at you in confusion. 

“Huh?” You reach forward again, and he allows you to run your fingers through his hair. 

“You know, especially when I was your age, I always beat myself up over things I couldn’t do or couldn’t do well. Growing up with your father will do that to you. But you know what?” You poked at his side until he began to giggle and squirm away. 

“What?” 

“I pulled myself up and tried my best. I was good at what I did, and I knew that. I just forgot it sometimes.” 

Katsuo looked at you in what looked like awe, wiping his tears away as he crawled into your side. You wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. 

“But you’re amazing!” He whispered, and you laughed, 

“I know. But so are you, my little man.” You said, and before he could deflect, you continued. 

“I haven’t seen anyone as good with defensive footwork as you in a long time. And you should be proud of that! Sure, Osamu is good on the offensive, but when he gets backed into a corner, he doesn’t know what to do. He’ll get better, I’m sure. But so will you.” You reminded him, and he just shrugged.

“Am I interrupting?” Came your husband’s voice and you looked up to him with a smile as he approached the two of you. Katsuo scrambled from your grip and threw his scrawny arms around his father. 

“I’m sorry for missing practice today.” He mumbled into his stomach and Soshiro just chuckled and ruffled his son’s hair. 

“Don’t worry about it, buddy. There’s always tomorrow.” He said and ushered him out of the room before sitting beside you. 

“So, what was his issue today?” He asked, and you leaned your head on his shoulder. 

“He thought he wasn’t good enough. We had a little chat, and he’s feeling a bit better now.” You replied and felt him kiss your hairline. 

“You always were good with pep talks.” He teased, and you just rolled your eyes, but a smile nonetheless played at your lips. 

[rose24207]

May I ask for a George Weasley x reader where he wants to invite her to the yule ball because he likes her but he asks too late and she already has a partner because she didn't think George would ask her (she goes with Harry as friends because he needed a partner and they are close friends) but in the middle of the ball he confeses his feelings to reader and she confeses too so they spend the rest of the night together?

A dance too late

Summary: George hesitates too long to ask his crush to the Yule Ball, only to discover she's going with Harry as friends, but amidst the festivities, he finds the courage to confess his feelings, leading to a magical evening spent together.

Genre: fluff

TW: None!

A/N: There you go! I hope you like ittt!!! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

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The Great Hall buzzed with excitement. Glittering decorations hung in every corner, and students whispered about dress robes and dance partners. George Weasley leaned against the Gryffindor common room wall, pretending to listen to Fred while his eyes followed you across the room. You were sitting with Hermione and Harry, laughing at something Ron said.

"You’re not even listening, are you?" Fred’s voice broke through George’s trance.

"What?" George blinked, turning back to his twin.

Fred smirked. "I said you should just ask her already."

George flushed. "Ask who?"

Fred rolled his eyes. "Don’t play dumb. You’ve been staring at Y/N for the past ten minutes."

George glanced at you again, his stomach doing a flip when you smiled at Harry. "I was waiting for the right moment," he muttered.

Fred crossed his arms. "The Yule Ball is next week. If you wait much longer, someone else will ask her."

The thought sent a jolt through George. He nodded, determination replacing his hesitation. "You’re right. I’ll ask her tomorrow."

By the time George found you, it was after dinner, and you were walking with Harry down the hallway. His heart thudded nervously as he approached.

"Y/N, can I talk to you for a sec?"

You looked up, surprised but smiling. "Of course, George."

Harry gave you a teasing look. "I’ll catch up with you later," he said before disappearing around the corner.

George scratched the back of his neck, his usual confidence faltering. "So, um… the Yule Ball."

Your smile faded slightly, and you nodded. "What about it?"

"I was wondering if—" George hesitated. "If you had a partner yet."

Your face fell, and you glanced away. "Oh, George… I didn’t think you’d ask. I already told Harry I’d go with him."

George blinked. "Harry?"

"Just as friends," you said quickly. "He needed a partner, and I figured… well, I thought if you wanted to ask me, you would’ve done it by now."

George’s heart sank. He wanted to kick himself for waiting too long. "Right. Of course. That makes sense."

"I’m sorry," you said softly, your expression filled with regret. "If I’d known…"

"No, it’s fine," George interrupted, forcing a grin. "Harry’s a lucky guy. You’ll have a great time."

You looked at him, your eyes searching his face for something unsaid. But George didn’t give you the chance to ask. He waved and walked away, his stomach churning with disappointment.

The Great Hall was transformed into a winter wonderland. Twinkling lights hung from the ceiling, and the enchanted orchestra played a cheerful waltz. George stood near the punch bowl, barely listening to Fred's jokes as he watched you arrive.

You looked breathtaking in your dress robes, and for a moment, George forgot how to breathe. You were walking arm-in-arm with Harry, laughing at something he said. The sight made George’s chest ache.

"You’re staring again," Fred said, nudging him.

"Shut up," George muttered.

"Why don’t you just talk to her?" Fred asked. "She’s with Harry as a friend, isn’t she?"

"Doesn’t matter," George said, grabbing a glass of punch. "She’s already here with someone else."

Fred sighed but didn’t press further.

As the evening went on, George tried to distract himself by dancing with Angelina and joking with Lee Jordan. But his eyes kept drifting to you. You were dancing with Harry, your laughter lighting up the room.

Finally, George couldn’t take it anymore. When you stepped off the dance floor for a moment, he followed.

"Y/N," he called softly, catching you by the refreshment table.

You turned, surprised but smiling. "Hey, George. Having fun?"

"Not really," he admitted, his voice low.

You frowned. "Why not?"

He hesitated, then took a deep breath. "Because I made a mistake."

Your brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"I should’ve asked you to the ball sooner," he said, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I wanted to—Merlin, I’ve wanted to for ages. But I waited too long, and now…"

Your eyes widened, and you stared at him, speechless.

George ran a hand through his hair. "I like you, Y/N. A lot. And seeing you with Harry, even just as friends… it’s driving me mad."

"George," you said softly, your voice trembling. "I didn’t think you felt that way. If I had known…"

He stepped closer, his heart pounding. "Is it too late? Tell me it’s not too late."

For a moment, you didn’t say anything. Then, slowly, you smiled.

"It’s not too late," you whispered.

Relief flooded through George, and he couldn’t stop the grin spreading across his face. "Come dance with me," he said, holding out his hand.

"What about Harry?" you asked, glancing back at the dance floor.

George smirked. "Harry will understand."

You hesitated for only a moment before placing your hand in his. George led you onto the dance floor, and as he pulled you close, everything else faded away.

The rest of the night felt like a dream. You danced with George until your feet ached, laughing as he twirled you around. His hand never left yours, and the warmth in his eyes made your heart race.

As the final song of the night played, George leaned down, his forehead brushing against yours. "You look beautiful tonight," he murmured.

You blushed, your fingers tightening around his. "I’ve always thought you were charming, George Weasley."

He grinned, his eyes sparkling. "Charming enough for a second date?"

You laughed. "Absolutely."

As the music swelled around you, George pulled you closer, and you knew this was the start of something magical.

Thank you for reading!

[p1utofairy]

pick a card.

★ what makes you different from your person’s ex?

NOTE: hiii <3 i know it’s been a while since i’ve done pacs, but i just needed some time for myself and to balance my energy. i’ve missed you all so much and i understand that some of you really want personal readings for me (and soon i want to provide that for you) but in the meantime doing these pick-a-card readings is serving as practice for me – they help me get more comfortable with my intuition and enhance my tarot reading abilities/knowledge. i want to give y'all the most accurate and insightful guidance/advice 1 on 1 when i feel more prepared and have the time to do it. i hope you all can understand 🤗 your patience and support seriously means a lot to me. for now, i’ll catch up on some of the pac requests that have been sent to me. thanks for requesting this anon. 💌 enjoy!

PILE 1.

what makes you different from your partner’s ex is the fact that you are extremely dedicated to your craft and your own personal goals. right now you might be really yearning for a relationship or just craving some type of romantic spark in your life, but nonetheless you’ve been pushing through and staying focused on building yourself up and putting yourself on the right path. you have set standards, expectations and boundaries that you will not fold on - and your person will LOVE this about you. you’re no pushover. if something isn’t sitting right with you or someone isn’t willing to do/give you what you deserve, you know how to respectfully move on and find someone else that will; no matter how long it takes. you’d rather be single than to have someone by your side that you know isn’t truly fulfilling you and your needs. genie in a bottle by christina aguilera is coming to mind – “if you wanna be with me, baby there’s a price to pay! i’m a genie in a bottle, you gotta rub me the right way.” yeah trust me when i say that your person will go extra lengths to impress you and show you how serious they are about this relationship. i think that their previous relationship lacked the spark that you two share.

it also lacked the security, discipline and stability that you bring to the table; they’re willing to put the effort into this relationship. if i’m being quite honest their previous relationship seems like a non-factor, because in their eyes it could never hold a candlelight to what you two share. that one part in after hours by the weeknd just came to me, “cause this house is not a home…without my baby, where are you now when i need you most?” LOL they’re so devoted to you pile 1. the energy is kind of reminding me of allie and noah from ‘the notebook,’ one of the most iconic romance films of all time. don’t get me wrong, allie and noah’s love was far from perfect; it was messy, painful, and at times very selfish. however, it was THEIR love. it was full of passion and intensity and that’s the type of energy i pick up between you two. they would build a house for you with their own bare hands, like noah if you truly wanted them to. you bring out a side of them that their previous partner could never unlock.

you make them work for it and whew does it get them going lol they love the chase. if you teasingly tell them “no.” just to get a reaction out of them, they’ll be like “what can i do to change your mind?” and do the most seductive shit possible to get you all riled up and ready to pounce on them. you balance each other out very well and they’re different from the other types of people that have tried to pursue you before - it's gonna be refreshing. you might be a little hesitant to jump into this relationship because of your own doubts and anxiety around relationships (i’m hearing trust issues? daddy issues?) and this might cause you to keep this person at arms length even though you know you want to get closer to them. they’ll be respectful of you and your space, but just know that they won’t take advantage of your situation; if anything they want to help you work through it and be a supportive partner.

PILE 2.

the energy feels like something out of a whimsical fairytale, pile 2. you might’ve been split between choosing this pile and pile 1 (check that pile as well if you felt drawn to it) but wow your person feels like you came into their life at the perfect time. i’m not sure if either of you expected to come across each other in such a way that left you both feeling lovestruck! what makes you different from their previous partner is how much of a REAL lover you are. there’s a huge amount of optimism and a lust for life that you bring to this connection, which doesn’t quite compare to what they were used to. your love is purposeful and genuine – i’m picking up that some of you might have virgo/6H placements. just like magic by ariana grande just started playing, “just like magic, i’m attractive. i get everything i want cause i attract it.” you definitely manifested this relationship, pile 2. UGH YOUR MIND. it may have taken longer than you expected to come to fruition, but wow was it worth the wait.

they have this playfulness to them that you’ll really adore, it’s like they’re always trying to make you laugh and smile. their last relationship seemed like a bit of a burden on them. it caused them to turn inward and focus on themselves, however, their inner-child really thrives whenever they’re in your presence lol it’s so cute. it’s the little things like tickling your sides, kissing your neck/cheek and telling you silly jokes just to make you feel better and help ease any doubts and anxiety you’re feeling. you ground them in a lot of ways. you might be more mature than them, or they could be younger than you, but regardless, your energy feels more grounded and responsible. they might have felt powerless and restricted in their last relationship, feeling like they couldn’t really express themselves or be vulnerable for fear of judgment.

their ex might’ve involved their friends in a lot of their relationship drama which caused too much outside opinions to interfere with their relationship. that's one of the things that they appreciate about you: you don’t need outside opinions or validation to know what you want or how to manage this relationship. if there’s ever an issue, you will take the initiative to have a conversation with them and work it out; communication will be key in this relationship. their previous relationship lacked a safe space for them to express their emotions, but you are willing to communicate and ensure both of your feelings are taken into account within this connection. also, this person might have some sort of fame/social-standing/platform. it sort of feels like people keep tabs on who they’re currently dating/talking to. i will say that your person definitely values privacy and will try to keep as many people out of the mix as possible. this may not resonate for all, but don’t tell your friends everything about this relationship because some of them might be secretly thirsting over your person. they’ll be smiling in your face but behind the scenes wondering what it would be like to be with them, oof. some things are best kept private. remember that, okay!

PILE 3.

i feel a bit of a push and pull in this connection, pile 3. there’s friction here but it’s fiery and hot. your stubbornness is what makes you different from their previous partner lol they’re used to people falling for their charm and submitting to them – but not you. there seems to be a little bit of a romeo and juliet vibe here, like you two come from different backgrounds and technically y’all shouldn’t work but y’all just do. something clicks in you both whenever you’re around each other, and you spark a deep curiosity within each other. their last relationship was a “pain in the ass” i’m hearing lol wow. no matter what they did it was never good enough for their ex, they always found something to nitpick. i’m picking up that they argued a lot about finances in their previous relationship, your person may not have been in the financial position that they had hoped to be in but nonetheless they were working very hard towards their goals. this relationship with you is like a total reset.

ok so why did climax by usher just come on, “we’re together, now we’re undone. won’t commit, so we choose to run away. do we separate?” hm. for some of you, this might actually be an ex, but if that doesn’t resonate, i think there’s some sort of hesitation to commit here. emotionally and spiritually, you two just get each other, but when it comes to physically getting together and being an actual couple, you or this person finds a reason to cop out. there’s some sort of blockage from the past that’s keeping you from just saying, 'fuck it! let’s do it.' you've got to work through this, pile 3 (at your own pace, of course), because this person truly loves you. at times, you might feel a bit confused and unsure about their true intentions, but deep down, you know that this could work and they’re not as bad as you thought they were. some of this feels like it all could be cleared up with some good ol’ ✨communication✨ because you both have a lot in common, but you avoid talking to them about certain things.

someone in this pile could’ve recently just watched or is thinking of watching ‘anyone but you’ with sydney sweeney and glen powell lol cause the energy kinda feels reminiscent to their dynamic in that movie. you two could connect through friends and/or at a party. i can see either you or them overthinking this connection and creating unnecessary drama when all you both needed was a heart-to-heart conversation. drunk texting by chris brown ft. jhené aiko just came to mind, “got me feelin some type of way - told you i hate you, i don’t mean it. and the only thing that i got, is the pain that you been feeding.” ugh this person really wants to make you theirs pile 3 but the ball is in your court; they genuinely are trying to win you over.

PILE 4.

your person’s previous relationship did not end on the greatest of terms, oof. they’re still in the process of working through it, but they’ll never forget whatever it is that their ex did to make them call it quits. their ex might’ve cheated on them? idk they feel very betrayed and this energy of “ugh i can’t believe they did that” is heavy on them. their relationship with their ex was veryyy toxic and at the time of the breakup they might not have seen it this way, but it was definitely a blessing in disguise. love by keyshia cole just came to mind…damn. “i used to think that i wasn’t fine enough, and i used to think that i wasn’t wild enough.” their ex really had them second-guessing themselves. out of all the other piles, this one doesn’t feel quite healed from their past relationship. it’s not that they’re so much hung up on the person, it’s the situation that left a bad taste in their mouth. i keep hearing “how could you?” ugh poor baby. anyways, what makes you different from their previous partner is how genuine and attentive you are.

you may have just gotten out of a toxic situation yourself, and i see this relationship coming in at a time where you feel free from any negativity, burdens or worries someone (either romantically or platonically) was trying to place on you. this relationship is a fresh start for you and your partner. your person is very emotionally mature and super chill - it’s very hard to get them angry or riled up to the point that they’re screaming & yelling. that’s just not them, i’m hearing. some people might complain that they’re too nonchalant or dismissive, but that’s far from the case. your person is just aware that not everything deserves a reaction. you two will probably start off as friends first and then it’ll turn into a romantic relationship.

it’s interesting because your partner literally submerges themselves deep into their emotions, and you’re more of a ‘mind over matter’ type of person. you deal with things more logically and i think that’s one of the many things that they’ll admire about you; how you let things roll off your back and keep it moving. you give yourself time to process, understand and deal with your feelings, but then once you do, you’re right back to the grind. the dynamic between you and this person is reminding me of the movie ‘friends with benefits’ with mila kunis and justin timberlake. you both will click really fast! also, i’m picking up that you two might share a mutual friend and that might be how you two meet.

you give them hope and reassurance that love, GENUINE love, still exists. they might be a bit hard on themselves in the beginning of the relationship, but you will reassure them that they are more than enough and deserving of the love that you two share. loveeeeeeee song by rihanna ft. future just started playing, “and i hope i’m not sounding too desperate, i need love and affection.” whew! they’re gonna love them some you, pile 4. in their heart and in their eyes, nothing or no one will ever compare to you and the way that you love.

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

•Disease

Viktor x God/ess!reader

Synopsis-Viktor is in the verge of death, only a forgotten god can bring him back; what’s his fate?

cw- character death, bad writing, god!reader, writer watched what if when she started this, sexual undertones, kissing, reader is referred as ‘you’, uhhh I gen don’t know what else to put 😭

“I could be the doctor, I can cure your disease…”

Mortals. Primitive, selfish beings, they take so much but give so little. They don’t know it always comes back to bite them in the end.

Jayce eyes shoot open taking in painful gasps of air, delirious he stands up on wobbly legs. Looking around he’s horrified by the carnage that surrounded him. Where the council room once stood only rubble and mangled corpses of the councilors take its place. His breathing quickened, Mel. He searched frantically finding her incoherent, he helped her to her feet before his heart stopped. Viktor.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Jayce cursed himself before he realized he found his best friend, his partner's body; broken and bloody. Jayce ran towards the dying man. “No, no Vik come on stay with me.” The Talis boy cried, ripping Viktors dirty button, pushing up and down on his chest, hearing the crack of a rib with every compression he gave. His vision went blurry with tears. Viktor couldn’t die, Jayce wouldn’t let him. This isn’t working. I need to get to the lab. Was all Jayce could think, lifting Viktor off the floor racing to their lab.

He threw Viktor down, going through everything he possibly could to save him. There was nothing. How could this be? All those endless nights in the lab, countless nights gone with sleep, how many times they had to run over their morals for the greater good. How could this be? Jayce slammed his hands down on the stretcher Viktors body lies. He hadn’t realized he began crying again. And this time he couldn’t stop. “Please, please, anyone save him. Save my partner. Save Viktor.” He cried out into the air, it was insane, he knew nothing could hear him, help him. He was alone.

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“Save him…. Save Viktor.”

Your ears rang over and over, the same phrase repeated over and over and over again until it was scorched into your brain. “Fine. Fine, Fine!” You grimaced walking up the invisible stairs into a room unlike any other; a room full of mirrors all differing in shapes and sizes.

You could see into any universe through these mirrors , anywhere anytime, everywhere all at once. You flowed through time and space, keeping the contingency in balance; but the punny little mortal kept disturbing you. Looking through one of the mirrors you touched the middle of the portal closing your eyes focusing all your energy to find that one little speck. Your terrestrial energy hummed around you; your plane of existence shaking all around you as if a glass ball under pressure about to shatter. Gotcha.

The fog of the portal disappeared and in it replaced a beautifully devastating scene, where one single action could create a new branch of reality. But this man doesn’t seem to be doing anything, but cry.

He was quite pitiful. The other man, the one he cried over, close to death if not already there. An essence radiated all through his dying body, you could feel the power he could hold. What a waste of potential.

You listened closely as the male pleaded and pleaded. “Save him,” he wailed. “I’ll do anything, give anything.” But it wasn’t him you wanted.

You bargained with yourself, if you saved the dying man you could have another soul, another disciple. But then your oath, if you broke then who knows what the Watchers would do.

“But, the Watchers haven’t been heard from in millenniums. I’m sure one life does not matter.” You mutter to yourself taking in a deep breath before you reach into the mirror grabbing Viktors hand and pull his soul from his body and bring him into your realm.

Viktor awoke gasping for air, he looked around panic feeling out his nerves. There was nothing, actually nothing but white, he was in a blindingly white room with no doors apparently. He looked down and saw his body, that was definitely not his. Where his metal protected body once was a white void takes his place, it didn’t feel like his body but a replica of what once was. Just as he went to find a way out a voice caught him. “Finally you’re awake I was wondering when you would—“

“Who are you?” Viktor cut you off from giving your gracious welcome speech, he studied you as you gathered yourself from his rude barbaric homosapien ways. You were indescribable, you went above all meanings of magic or logic he has ever known. Your body was like his but different. Colors of deep hue swished through your glorious temple, unlike his body yours blended with the void as if you bent it to your will. You floated around him ten times his size, terrifyingly beautiful.

“I am everything and nothing.”

“What do you mean?”

You don’t answer him, only swaying back and forth studying the statue in front of you, having truly forgotten how little human bodies can be.

“I heard your mortal man beg for your life, pleading for your soul's salvation.. I can give you salvation, Viktor.” You hummed only bringing Viktor deeper into your symphony of madness. “I can cure your disease.”

“What disease.” If all he can say through all this lunacy. “The disease of death.” You continued voiced strained almost as of this was exciting you, the longer you went on the clearer everything became, the blast killed him and this must be his hell.

“If I am to live again there will be a logical– a right way to do it.” Viktor tried to rebuttal your divine interference.

“Nothing can save you, no medicine, nor any human magic. But I can be your anecdote” You moved so fast Viktor couldn’t even catch your face as you moved back and forth.

“What.. I don’t– I don’t believe this.”

“I can make you believe.” You suddenly disappeared just for Viktor to feel a hand drag down his back.

“You are the flesh maggots adore,” you whisper into his ear, hands feeling his body up. “But I can make you so much more.” Your voice entranced him, enchanting his soul. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you’ll transcend any and everything you’ve ever done on that little speck of a planet of yours.”

“How?”

Gosh the questions have mortals always been this annoying?

“I’ll merge the smallest piece of my soul and I'll exchange and you will give me yours.” You explain an exaggerated smile stitched on your small, your face muscles strain he was concerned for you, they would surely cramp if you continued.

“My what?”

“Oh my— your soul. What else?” You look at him as if he was an insolent child and to you he was.

Viktor, well he was calculating whether or not this could be real or not. How out of 1 million probabilities this is the afterlife he was stuck with and if he was lucky this is all a dream and he’ll awake in a hospital, maybe a little sore, but definitely not survived by a forgotten god. As if hearing his thoughts the creature before him pushed him on the ground, straddling him.

“Forgotten’s a harsh word, I’d like to think of it as temporarily disposed of. And like I said before,” you spoke softly, hands caressing his shoulders and face, Viktor’s stomach clenched an unfamiliar and unwelcome warmth filling his body. “No human medicine will work for you. Only I can help you, so let me cure you.” You looked into his eyes, no deeper. It was as if you were connecting with his very being, so he definitely wasn’t thinking with the next words he uttered.

“Fine.”

He gave in way quicker than you thought, you smiled delighted. Getting off of him quickly and lead him to another place of whatever plane of existence you were on. This time there was one thing, a huge pitch black temple, the sculpture looks as if made at the depths of Tartarus. It made one quite unsettled how off it looked compared to the heavenly light that could burn one’s eyes out blazing behind it.

But one thing Viktor was thinking, was how big this place is.

When you two reached the temple and he looked back to you, you had a much more serious expression, your angelic features scrunching up to make an unnatural scowl. He could tell you were never meant to be unhappy.

“Kneel.” Your instruction cut through his ears, slicing his eardrums. Your demand was quite painful. You looked back remorse painting your eyes. But you had to remain in control.

As you knelt beside him you dipped your hand into a golden dish filled with water as pitch as the temple. He hadn’t even realized what was in front of them. An altar. Dawned with candles that never melted, flowers that never wilted, fruit that would never rot. Unfamiliar Oil aromas mixed into his nostrils. Four cups each different in size and style sit on their own corner on the altarpiece. Who knew immortal beings have their own gods?

“Please ancient gods, forgive us for our mortal sins…” you whispered an unintelligible prayer, dipping in the gold dish four separate times kissing your hands in between the dips. You poured all different elements along with the water into a different golden cup. Then you grabbed each chalice and poured blood-like tar out of each speaking what Viktor assumed were names, that even he couldn’t pronounce.

“As you have sacrificed for us we shall for you.”

That caught his attention. He couldn’t even speak when you grab his hand and without a knife cut his hand open with the tip of your fingernail. “W-wha…” He couldn’t even speak as you did the same, your blood pouring out the same as he. He held his hand hissing at the burning pain and you just groaned, snatching his hand back. “Stop being a baby.” You say healing the cut with a wave of your hand over his.

“Now drink.” She said, bringing the golden chalice to his lips deaconing him on. His lips touched the liquid gulping four times, it was bitter and tasted like death.

He watched you as you downed the rest, the red drink dripping down your chest. You look back at him, a new ferocity freed from your soul, grabbing the sides of his perfectly aligned face and smash your lips into his. Viktor was taken aback, he tried to push you away but you were too strong and suddenly he found himself falling into the kiss. Your warm muscle found his lips parting them biting his lip so hard he bleed the metallic taste feeling up your mouth and before he could try and push away it felt as if something was being shoved down his throat. It was excruciating, excessive, euphoric.

As you merged yourself using all your will to not consume his entire being, Viktor felt as if he was at the top of the world. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy, never having felt this much pleasure before it was unreal, unnatural and he needed more.

He grabbed your arms pulling your inhabited body closer, his body sparked a new energy, a powerful energy all through your body, it made you lust for more. Your soul's powerful emergence created a light, The light that was both of you, burned brighter and brighter until it combusted stabbing the white voided room into a black hole.

And then Viktor was gone.

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“They broke the oath.” A deep, dark voice spoke.

“This cannot be.” A jittery one shuttered.

“An act of rebellion I tell you. Who knows any deity now will think they can do whatever they want no respect—“ An old shriveled on spouted on and on.

“Quiet.” Said the fourth voice, all falling silent . “They will be dealt with accordingly, but first let’s see what they are planning…..”

Mortals are not the only ones who take things and never give back, Gods are the only real selfish ones; but they never know until the very end.

[thementalshawty]

PAC Your Vibe As A Couple!

Hey guys welcome back! I’m back with another quick PAC! This reading can be about anyone, FS, Current partner, even crushes, today we’re going to get a quick idea of how you two will vibe together! Remember this is a GENERAL reading so please take what resonates and let the rest roll off to another thank you! Choose a pic and let’s get those vibes!

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Pile 1

This vibe is kinda slow paced, not even kinda it’s exactly the that way. You guys don’t rush shit, you slowly build and work on making your connection better, I feel that when you guys first start to talk and get to know each other one or both of you guys will be talking to other people and that will cause some insecurity and stress but that’s why I’m seeing you guys take it slow, I’m not sensing anything negative. You guys are very cautious with one another and who you let know about your connection, you don’t want just anyone in your business. Very practical and logical you guys talk and look at shit from a realistic approach, one of you actually may have your head in the clouds and the other may be more planted, very much opposites attract energy as your vibe tbh. There are flaws and some shadow points that I’m seeing will be uncovered and triggered in this connection but again you guys don’t rush anything, I even feel if you’re mad at each other you don’t speak or say anything without thinking about it first, this isn’t an impulsive connection, you guys are so cautious especially when it comes to your emotions both of you, working on building your finances as well, I also feel like the confession took a minute to come too, even to the point where it was a stagnant what are we period. The only thing I’m picking up that nigh be a red flag is that either one or both of you may avoid confrontation or is slow to confront issues within the relationship or even address it’s a issue, they may like to just move forward from things but I’m seeing again very slow progress. This seems like a crush too, a slow build up, friends to lovers, but I’m getting that this is a crush. Also I’m seeing one or both of you likes to get in your head and that’s another thing that can cause some issues and problems but the vibe of you two is slow and steady wins the race for sure! Don’t rush into anything in this connection cos it’ll break apart also it’ll make you lose your mind! stay woke folks! I also am getting that there’s leftover pain from a heartbreak that either you or them are stuck in so again that’s the cautiousness and the slow movement just reiterating itself.

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Pile 2

This couple is so cute 🥰! You guys do so much for each other, I’m getting the vibe that one feels really responsible for the other and they take on all the burdens of their counterpart, now that’s not the cute part in my opinion I think that it’s admirable the love that’s shared between the two of you. You just want to take the pain away from each other. I feel like either one or both of you grew up in poverty or without much so you are workaholics, afraid of failure afraid of going broke, but it makes you have victim mentality, scarcity of resources or money terrifies you or them so they just don’t stop and it can lead to burnouts, it can be you two barely talk or see each other, it’s very hard to find the time. I feel like you guys want to help each other take the weight off each other by putting it on yourself. What I do see as a red flag is the scarcity thinking, because it can lead to you or them or both of you feeling like you’re not enough for this connection no matter what soooooooooooooo watch out for that. This pile is make that song by Evanescence come to me. Give unto me. You two will take each other’s suffering away or you want too, this is the I’ll die for you pile. Very deep, very solid, very intense but again with the scarce mentality and that workaholic spirit the relationship can lead to an early ending. Very sacrificial vibes. Ride or die vibes. I will die for you vibes, you two will do anything for each other, even giving each other the clothes off your back. It’s making me think of a IG reel I saw a while back when she says you ever love a 🥷🏼 so much you give him your whole check? That’s the vibes! You will put yourself in the whole for them or vice versa it can even be both but this love here is very intense and it needs to have balance, you two don’t need to kill yourselves to save each other and that will be a lesson that you two will teach each other if you’re willing to listen and do the work.

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Pile 3

Okay okay okay! So here I’m seeing a very nurturing vibe off the top, but it’s again giving me opposite attract vibes like p1 except this here happens to do with emotion. One here is more emotionally open and available than the other. I’m seeing that one of you has more money and success than the other so I’m seeing one of you spoiling the other materially. Also emotionally. This connection is making that song by destiny’s child come to me, cater 2 u. One def worships the Fucc out the other fashoo, I’m hearing the ground you walk on, they would kiss it. I’m seeing that someone here was hurt so their heart is on ice but this relationship makes them fucking melt like butter and they can’t control it or understand it even so as much as they love it they will push it away out of fear or misunderstanding cos you know that saying we all hate what we don’t understand or what we don’t get. One of you guys is a little bratty, I’m seeing temper tantrums but they’re not toxic they’re actually kind of cute Atleast your person will think so or you’ll think that about them. This vibe is all about one or both of you wanting to create stability and happiness together. You two want this to work and go the distance, be careful of idolization of each other I mean it’s okay too but when those flaws come out it can sour the image in your mind of the person you put so high on a pedestal cos I’m seeing that you two definitely will. Just working on understanding each other’s feelings and emotions and giving each other the nurturing space and understanding to fully understand yourselves and your emotions this connection is actually the best pile!

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Pile 4

Okay alrighty! So this pile I feel the vibe is a bit cold here. Not very romantic, not very loving, I’m seeing that not cos there’s no emotion there, but there’s a lot of trauma with one of you and feeling like you’re worthy of love. There’s a mental connection here tho, very strong one. You two are very critical but communicative I think out of all the piles this one has the best communication! This may be a fling to lovers pile where you two know where you stand in the beginning not really wanting a relationship because it’s not worth your energy or time at that point. I’m seeing that you two have deep conversations about life and other deep topics. Very mercurial relationship, I feel like words of affirmations is the love language here. This connection wants a connection but it’s about feeling worthy I’m feeling overall, I think that there’s some deep hurt here but logically messing around with each other seems like the best thing for you two and I know this seems robotic and cold and unfeeling but I’m seeing that it actually works out better that way, I’m hearing warm up to each other so I feel you two will and start to feel more and more worthy and confident that this connection is the long lasting one. I’m getting this is a FS pile for some of you! This relationship is the big one, you’re worthy of love get out of your head and into your heart you did manifest this beautiful relationship so enjoy it because I feel self sabotogery happening. Pushing each other away or shutting down giving the cold shoulder, ghosting, silent treatment I’m seeing those kinds of bullshit movements and that’s the trauma, commuinicate like you both do so well and you’ll be able to slowly overcome this pain together and enjoy this beautiful relationship, cos the vibe is wholesome and family oriented you two may start a family together. It’s that deep this connection is a long term one but only if you want it to be truthfully.

Thank you guys for tuning in again to the madness! I love you and thank you for keeping up with my crazy ass!