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Are You Praying to Me? (Zhongli x Childe) ✦ 7k, smut and aftercare

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childe's job is to keep zhongli safe during his transition into mortal life, though he can't help but grow fond of the ex-archon over time. zhongli is a bit ooc (aggresive lmao) this is an AU where the fatui are not evil, zhongli peacefully gives up his gnosis and childe is chosen to ensure his safety during the transition process.

cw: blood, degrading language, mouth fucking, anal and oral sex, spanking, part dragon transformation, rough sex, unprotected sex, consensual but non-safe and non-sane sex

Top Zhongli x Bottom Childe

writer's note: explicit +18 content, please view at your own risk. thank you, have fun !

Childe rushed into the funeral parlor, swiftly discarding the paper plate of the Mora meat he was stuffing in his face moments ago. Ferrylady kindly greeted him at the counter: "Good evening sir, you're here for Mr. Zhongli, correct?". Childe wanted to answer, that was until he started choking on the mouthful of meat. "Tartaglia, you are late, again." After he was done coughing, Childe found the consultant standing in front of his office's door staring at the young man in a calm yet slightly annoyed manner. "Yes, hi! Terribly sorry to keep you waiting." he said and ran through the office door. Zhongli sighed and shut the door as they both settled on the sofa.

The office was tastefully furnished with earth tones dominating the walls and windows as pleasant smells of oaky osmanthus wine and freshly brewed tea mixed together harmoniously. Childe was catching his breath as Zhongli poured both of them a cup of tea with his slender fingers coated in a pair of brown silk gloves. "Might I ask why is it so hard for you to comply with a very reasonable meeting hour every single time?", the archon parted the silence.

There was no judgment or mockery in his tone, there usually never was. Childe chuckled lightly, "I am so sorry our mighty Rex Lapis, but Signora wanted to see me regarding the visits I have with you. I'm afraid she is concerned about me being too useless, so now I have new orders for when I see you weekly." he explained. Zhongli had settled back on the couch and was calmly taking a sip of his tea. "Interesting. What are these new orders then?" he inquired with one brow slightly raised.

Childe had already chugged the tea before the consultant was even done talking. "Well, nothing too extreme. I just have a list of questions I need to ask you regularly. I also now have the right to question you about some of your actions and people around you if the Fatui finds any suspicious intel about or against them. Keeping you safe is my primary order, after all." Zhongli was mildly annoyed at the feeling of being treated like a child, but he enjoyed Tartaglia's company, and quite frankly, his life was pretty ordinary after giving up his Gnosis alongside the matters of Liyue to the Qixing.

He already did not have anything to hide and was aware that Childe or someone else was constantly tracking him from a non-threatening distance during the day to make sure he wasn't targeted. It was still a sensitive period of transformation, both for Liyue and Zhongli.

After this consideration process, he decided to cooperate. "Well then. Ask away."

Childe took out a folded, crinkled piece of paper from his pocket. "Oookay, number one: For the past week, have you noticed anyone other than friends and acquaintances around you frequently, or had the slightest impression that someone was following you? Don’t think that you may be exaggerating, we care about every detail that may prove useful". Zhongli laid the teacup on the table, "Do you mean other than you?". Childe chuckled: "Yes, obviously other than the Fatui."

Zhongli stared through the window for a second, contemplating. "No, not that I have noticed." he finally answered. Childe nodded and noted that down. The rest of the questions were also along the same lines, about how safe the ex-archon felt in his estate and workplace, and how smooth his transition was into becoming a standard citizen of Liyue. After the procedural questions, Childe stated that he will be moving onto the specific ones regarding the course of this last week. Zhongli cooperated once again, not saying anything more than necessary and sipping his tea.

"Where were you two nights ago after dinner and why did you not inform us that you would not be returning to your estate?" Childe asked abruptly. Zhongli froze in place for a second. "I do not like how this question is phrased. What is this, an interrogation?" he protested. Childe ruffled his hair, "No, of course not. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. It's just that we scouted the position of your house very carefully and...we cannot ensure your safety when you spend the night somewhere else and...with someone we have no intelligence on. You can tell me, even if it is personal. I am not obliged to disclose all sensitive information to the Fatui." Childe explained, offending Zhongli was the last thing he wanted to do.

The older man was sitting in silence, staring out of the window. "Fine. I was with an old friend. We had dinner to reminisce about the old days and continued the night with drinks at his house. It was quite late so he offered that I spend the night at his guest bedroom. Does that explanation suffice?" It was very obvious that Zhongli was getting annoyed. "Is it just a friend?" Childe knew it was wrong to ask that but the words had left his curious mouth almost involuntary.

"Tartaglia, that is extremely out of line? I cannot possibly be expected to disclose such personal details." Zhongli had slightly lost his composure for the first time in ages. Deep down it was bothering him to constantly be monitored like a helpless child, he was no longer a god, true, but he was far from weak. Even without his Gnosis he could take on an entire army. Childe stuttered, "I--I'm very sorry, it's not that...I mean I'm not supposed to ask that. I'm sorry, I got nosy, Zhongli."

The archon's face relaxed again, hearing Childe say his name was so pleasant, and it turned out that the Fatui did not care about his personal affairs after all, aside from this hot-headed man sitting across from him, of course. Zhongli spoke up to mend the situation: "It's okay. I feel that I have overreacted. Might I ask why you were so curious in the first place?"

Childe didn't know how to answer that. His palms were sweating and he was very unsure about what to tell Zhongli. Eventually he decided to be honest but also downplay how much he actually liked the archon. "It's just that... Please do not get this the wrong way, I expect nothing in return and it is probably nothing at all anyways, just this thing I feel but it is just…" he stopped dead in his tracks when he felt Zhongli's hand lightly rest on his leg.

"Why don’t you stop rambling and tell me?" Zhongli asked calmly for him to continue. "Just a... crush. I think." Childe finished his train of thought. "A crush on me? Elaborate." Childe was so embarrassed that his cheeks were completely flushed red. The consultant had already noticed, he was thinking about how beautiful these rosy cheeks made him look paired with the baby blue eyes and fluffy ginger locks.

Zhongli was taken out of his thoughts when Childe started talking shakily again: "What do you mean elaborate? There is nothing to elaborate on... It just means maybe I kind of like you." Zhongli had zero emotion in his expression, which was making Childe even more nervous. Was he genuinely trying to understand what the young man was feeling, was he judging him, mocking him, or maybe even laughing at him on the inside? Childe could feel his stomach twisting, cursing himself in his own head for even saying anything in the first place.

He was pulled out of his own thoughts when Zhongli followed up: "What do you like about me, Tartaglia?" Childe had a thousand answers to that, which one to even begin with? The man was the Geo Archon. He tried to gather his thoughts and not give in to this anxious state as Zhongli started moving his hand on Tartaglia's leg up and down at the worst possible moment, lightly brushing against the young man's pants with his clothed fingers to encourage him to speak up. Childe took a deep breath, "I just like the way you carry yourself and... how everyone shuts the hell up to hear what you have to say whenever you open your mouth. A-and not to even mention how you literally know fucking everything from combat to flowers and... tea and... history, rocks... And, well...You always look so-" Childe couldn't find a non-vulgar word to end the sentence with.

Zhongli's eyebrow was raised. "I always look so what?" he smirked.

Childe got up and headed toward the door. "I won't say it okay? I know you are making fun of me for all this and I won't give you the satisfaction. Forget I even said anything." he sounded genuinely hurt. Zhongli was actually surprised at how much this man feared his rejection, but he was not planning on rejecting anyway, so with an agile move he made his way toward the door and put his hand on Childe’s waist, sending an intense shockwave to every single cell in the harbinger's body. "I am not making fun of you Childe. All I wanted was to hear your thoughts about me. I can’t do that if you're not being honest, can I?" Zhongli called him out. His hands were still lingering around the young man's waist, caressing his hips and lower back.

Childe finally mustered the courage to look up and finish his thought: "What I meant to say is that you always look so handsome." he couldn't help but lower his gaze again. Zhongli hummed in a deep voice that sent a tingle into Childe's stomach. "Is that just an observation you made during our time together or do you think about me when you're alone as well?" the tables had turned and the ex-archon was the one conducting the interrogation now.

Childe could feel a drop of sweat run down from his forehead when the consultant caught it swiftly with the tip of his glove. Childe swallowed the lump forming on his throat before opening his mouth to answer: "I sometimes do." Lie. It was all the time. Zhongli's face was stiff as a rock throughout this interaction, but at that moment Childe could have sworn there was a spark burning in the archon's honey-coloured eyes. Zhongli was in fact getting riled-up as he asked again, “Do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

Flushed wasn't even enough to describe how red Childe was turning at the unchaste, unexpected inquiry. He knew he did not have to answer any of these questions, but he was feeling this intense yet calm aura from Zhongli, reassuring him that it is okay to play along. A weird "ngh" sound escaped from his completely dried up throat and he slowly nodded yes.

Zhongli pressed Childe even closer to the wall as he placed his lips onto the young harbinger's. There was very little movement as if the archon was waiting for Childe to become ready to respond, and he finally did come out of the initial shock to move his tongue inside Zhongli's mouth eagerly. He regretted that immediately though, thinking that it came out so sloppy and inexperienced. The thought of it bothered him so much that he could not even focus on the fact that they were kissing.

Zhongli’s hands were wandering around Childe’s hips and waist gently, his lips guiding Childe deeper into the kiss. They had spent enough time for Zhongli to know that this was not Childe’s usual self, he was never this unsure and startled. He always thought he was the wittiest and smartest person in the room, that nothing and no one could surprise him. But there he was, smushing his face into the archon’s like it was his first time.

It was rather cute to Zhongli actually. The harbinger suddenly lifted his hand to brush against the older man’s cheek in an attempt to gain some dominance, he was now moving his tongue more skilfully, exploring Zhongli’s mouth and pulling him even closer with every kiss, he was already getting hard and rubbing his crotch against the archon’s thigh shamelessly to let him know how much he wanted to be under him, moaning and screaming, melting to his touch. Zhongli was so perfect, Childe had never seen him slip, ever, which is why he wanted to see him break so badly. He was still pressed up against the wall, letting out small moans in between kisses into Zhongli’s mouth.

The hands around his waist had gotten more aggressive, squeezing his ass, nails digging into his thighs. The archon pulled away from the kiss and directed his mouth at the harbinger’s pale neck, leaving small kisses behind his ears, under his chin and around his collarbones. Childe could feel his flesh burning even from that, then Zhongli introduced his tongue and teeth as well, sucking, biting and leaving temporary red marks, almost as if he was painting a landscape on the young man’s skin. Childe’s heart was banging out of his ribcage.

Zhongli lifted up his head to glance at the ginger, eyes closed, lips slightly parted and puffy from all the biting and sucking. His left hand wandered around the harbinger’s groin, rubbing his now very hard dick over his pants as his other hand grabbed the ginger locks, tugging lightly.

"You're making me lightheaded, Morax." Childe whispered while he held onto Zhongli's chest for support. The archon's eyes glowed as he couldn't help but let out a sigh: "It has been a while since anyone has called me by that." Childe felt all fuzzy inside, he knew saying that would rattle Zhongli and he was very satisfied with the result. He met the archon's gaze with a playful smirk: "Well, you are my responsibility for the time being and that includes making a thorough research. I take my job very seriously." The corners of Morax’s mouth curved upward as a “hmph” escaped his lips, he resumed leaving kisses around the younger man's neck and collarbones, nibbling at the skin and biting lightly to tease him.

Not being touched at this point was starting to drive Childe crazy, he really wanted Zhongli but begging for anything at all was simply not in his nature. He started grinding more roughly against his thigh to signal that he wanted more stimulation while allowing his hands to wander on the older man’s back, tracing his fingers over his silk jacket and toned muscles. Zhongli slowly pulled away from Childe’s arms and stared deeply into his beautiful blue eyes. “Would you like for me to do more, dear?” he asked, Childe’s heart was fluttering at the sound of him finally calling him something else than his code name. He nodded eagerly trying to hide his blushing cheeks. ”Use your words while you can, your mouth will be full soon.” Zhongli asserted. Childe nodded again and stuttered a “yes please”, still too shy to look up.

Zhongli had already noticed how desperate he was becoming so he wanted to have some fun and test Childe’s boundaries. He looked into the harbinger’s eyes again, only this time less sweet and more demanding: “Very well, then, on your knees.” Childe chuckled, “HA, buy a guy a drink firs-” he was cut off by Zhongli grabbing his hair from the top, slamming him on his knees down to the floor. Childe lifted his head to look up at Zhongli in shock to find the archon staring down on him with a humiliating smirk on his face: “It was an order, not a request at your unmatched wit.” he knew very well that Childe was thoroughly enjoying being degraded like this.

The harbinger got over the initial shock and his usual self was back in a second. “Never seen you this harsh with anyone Xiansheng, you must really be desperate to fuck my mouth.” he smirked back, without breaking eye contact. The intimidation and the anticipation were sending lightning bolts to every single nerve on his body. Zhongli was impressed at how he didn’t budge, he tightened his grip on Childe’s hair when he tried to go for his dick and pulled his head a little back as the young man hissed, he bent slightly from the waist to bring his face closer to Childe’s face: “It seems to me that you are the overly-eager one. Don’t you worry, Tartaglia. I’ll be sure to take care of your pretty mouth.”

He dragged Childe from his hair toward the couch while the young man complied by crawling on all fours. Zhongli unzipped his pants and laid the clothes he was getting off on the couch carefully as a very curious and enthusiastic set of eyes studied him closely. He sat on the couch wearing only his unbuttoned white shirt and underwear. Childe was mesmerized at the sight of his toned body and glowing skin, even in his human form he didn’t look human. Humans had imperfections, Zhongli was perfectly sculpted, too good to be true. The harbinger moved closer to place his body between the archon’s legs, his nose brushing up against Zhongli’s abdomen and groin like a puppy eager to play.

Meanwhile Zhongli was running his fingers through the younger one’s hair and caressing his broad shoulders lightly. Childe could feel how hard he was through the thin fabric, Zhongli’s manner was patient and calm but Childe knew he wanted it too. He lifted his head buried in the archon’s groin and stared into his eyes asking for permission. “What is it?” Zhongli asked. “May I?” Childe was hoping he wouldn’t have to say it out loud. “May you what?” Zhongli was insistent. Childe took a deep breath, “May I suck you off, please?”. He hated asking for it, yet enjoyed the smug expression on Zhongli's face making him feel inferior.

“Take whatever it is you want from me, Ajax.”

A gasp exited the harbinger's mouth at the sound of hearing his real name. It felt so intimate coming out of Zhongli's lips, his deep voice tickling Childe's insides. He looked up at the older man with a curious look. "You are not the only one who has done their homework." Zhongli smiled. Childe chuckled, "Apparently." he dove back between Zhongli's legs and started to leave kisses all over his groin and thighs. The kisses soon turned into bites, earning light groans from the archon as Childe’s hands started to slide off the underwear.

His eyes widened when he realized that he was huge, and not even fully hard yet. “Is something wrong?” Zhongli asked with a smirk on his face, though the harbinger couldn’t see it as his eyes were still locked on Zhongli’s dick. He cleared his throat, “Nothing is wrong…It’s just--Um. I mean you’re big.” his cheeks were turning red.

Zhongli leaned forward to lift Childe’s chin, “You can take it, I’ll help.” he assured the young man. Childe started running his tongue up and down Zhongli’s shaft, occasionally stopping and sucking around spots he guessed to be sensitive. He was getting more comfortable as he was hearing Zhongli moan softly and feel his pretty, slender fingers tug on his ginger curls. With one last lick from the base up he started to roll his tongue around the tip, working his way down again at an extremely slow pace. Now it was his turn to test out how patient Zhongli was.

The archon was very satisfied with how much Childe wanted to please him at first, but now it felt like he was playing him. “Take it seriously before I pierce your throat, Tartaglia.” Zhongli warned him with his head still thrown back. Childe froze for a second as his cock twitched at the sound of that threat. He lifted his gaze to meet eyes with the older man for a second and continued at the same pace. Within a second, Zhongli leaned forward, tightly grabbed Childe's hair and pushed the young man, his mouth still open with shock from this sudden turn of events, all the way onto his cock till he felt the back of his throat with the tip.

Childe looked up desperately with eyes filling up with tears, unable to swallow or move his mouth at all as Zhongli slid him forward and back viciously. After a few minutes, the archon paused for a moment to let the boy on his knees breathe. The sweat and rolling tears were illuminating Childe’s cheeks while he caught his breath without breaking eye contact. “You look absolutely pathetic, it’s very pleasing.” Zhongli praised him. Childe’s eyes lit up with gratitude. Morax started running his thumb on the harbinger’s cheeks to wipe away the tears as he asked, “Would you like me to stop?” Childe nodded no, he held the older man’s hand that was caressing his cheek and lowered it to place kisses on his palm and fingertips. Pleased with the answer, Zhongli hummed as he pushed Childe’s parted mouth along his cock again.

The harbinger’s vision was getting blurry from the fast-paced movement while Zhongli’s now deeper moans and groans were bouncing off the walls like music to his ears. Childe decided to completely relax his neck and face allowing the archon to fuck his mouth however he wanted until he thrusted deep into him to pour his cum down the young harbinger’s throat. Childe swallowed in delight and looked up to find Zhongli with his head thrown back, trying to catch his breath as his hands tangled in Tartaglia’s hair slowly loosened their grip. Childe rubbed his cheeks and hair against the older man’s thighs, leaving tiny kisses to help him come down. Zhongli leaned forward to grab the younger man from his waist and pulled him onto his lap with ease.

He traced his slender fingers along the ginger’s jaw and neck as he spoke softly into his ear: “I thought you would be more rebellious than that.” Childe was getting really needy but did not give it away. “Let’s say I didn’t feel like resisting you.” he smiled innocently as he started grinding slowly against Zhongli’s cock, his right hand found its way to the back of the older man’s neck, unrestraining his beautiful golden brown locks from the shiny, diamond-shaped clip that held them in a neat ponytail.

Childe had figured out by now that Zhongli was good at keeping composure when aroused but he really did not know how to react to affection. So he kept the grinding to a minimum for now and started running his fingers through the archon’s hair, leaving kisses on his forehead, nose and cheeks, occasionally nuzzling into his chest to feel his heartbeat and breathe against his beautifully constructed collar bones sticking out of his pale skin. Zhongli normally would have taken over a thousand times by then and send whoever he was fucking on their way, but instead he sat patiently, watching Childe curiously.

For once, he actually wanted to know how his counterpart wanted to touch him as well. He finally resumed observing and reacted by pulling the young man closer, feeling his boner on his stomach and disrobing him from the gray and red work attire.

The archon hummed as he eyed the broad shoulders and toned muscles patterned with small freckles covering the harbinger’s upper body. Childe smirked, “Like what you see?” Zhongli lifted his gaze to meet the harbinger’s baby blue eyes with his glowing golden pupils, “Indeed, you are very pretty, Ajax.” Childe’s smirk vanished as his heart skipped a beat and his cock twitched on Zhongli’s stomach. “I…” Childe was once again embarrassed to say. “Tell me.” the archon encouraged him while lightly massaging his back. “I’m really…hard and… it really hurts.” Childe scratched his head and used it as an excuse to break eye contact.

Zhongli nodded, getting up from the couch with Childe’s legs wrapped around his waist. He supported him by cupping his ass with both hands as he carried the young man towards the door near the desk. Childe wrapped his hands around Zhongli’s neck as the archon opened the door, revealing a bedroom furnished with dark and tasteful colors with a fully mirror ceiling. Zhongli lightly placed Childe onto the bed to shut and lock the door. The harbinger had already slipped out of the rest of his clothes. Zhongli laid down next to the ginger and turned towards him as he glued their lips together passionately. His hand slid down to stroke Childe’s dick that was begging to be touched.

The harbinger held onto the archon’s shoulders as his beautiful, pale fingers massaged his shaft gently. Childe mewled into Zhongli’s ear, his breathing getting more unsteady as the archon’s movements got harsher, but never sloppy. He was very much in control, carefully calculating how Childe would react and how long it would take to make him crack. He kept going with the same pace until Childe started writhing and his mewls turned into outward moans. “You’re going to cum already?” Zhongli teased. “I—ngh…I sure would like to.” Childe spoke through moans.

Zhongli stopped for a second and grabbed Childe’s hair, pulling him away “You won’t until I say you can.” The harbinger’s rolled back pupils came back to look up at the archon, he wanted to reply but all of his blood was pumping to his dick and he literally couldn’t think of anything to say. Zhongli tightened his grip even more as his brows furrowed, “Do you understand me? Or are you so fucked out already? I barely even touched you.” his tone was harsh and demanding. Childe finally came down from his temporary high and panicked, “Y-yes Xiansheng…Only wh-when you say so…Understood.” Zhongli’s face relaxed again, he let go of the harbinger’s hair and pet it gently, “Good boy.” That interaction alone was enough to send Childe over the edge but he held himself.

“Be a doll and sit on your knees for me.” Zhongli ordered. The young man quickly got up and sat on the center of the bed with his back turned to the archon. Zhongli sat behind him, leaving kisses and marks along Childe’s neck and shoulders while his nails scratched his lower back, leaving red lines. The harbinger shuddered at the sensation, resisting the urge to direct Zhongli’s hands lower. He knew that would not result in a desired outcome, he just had to trust him and be patient.

The archon took his time exploring Childe’s body and easing him into it, eventually pushing his index and middle finger into the harbinger’s mouth. “Suck.” he ordered while Childe had already got to work lubricating the fingers sloppily. Zhongli took them out and played around the young man’s entrance, his other hand roaming around his chest and tummy. “Calm down and don’t hold your breath, I won’t hurt you just yet, okay?” the archon asked with a warm tone. Childe nodded yes.

“Do you trust me, Ajax?”

Childe turned his head to give the older man a kiss on the cheek, “I do.” Zhongli smiled and kept petting the harbinger’s tummy to calm him while he slowly pushed his index finger inside. Childe twitched for a second at the feeling and then relaxed into Zhongli’s arms while the finger started exploring his insides. He threw his head back to rest on the archon’s shoulder and let out lewd moans as Zhongli inserted his middle finger as well. “I can’t tell if this is your first or not. You look relaxed but you’re extremely tight.” Zhongli stated.

Childe chuckled, “I used to fuck arou-Ah…Fuck around a lot but lately I just…mmh…wanted someone special to touch me.” Zhongli smirked and shoved Childe’s face forward onto the pillow, adding a third finger. “So I’m the special someone?” The harbinger was dumbfounded as he suddenly found himself bent over, a muffled “yes” escaped through the pillow. His legs were trembling and it felt amazing but it just wasn’t enough anymore. “I see. Don’t you worry, my dear. I will personally make sure you never go this tight again.” Zhongli said as he stretched the young harbinger wider and wider.

Childe was too flustered to answer, he kept moaning and squeezing whatever he could to keep himself from orgasming. Zhongli slowly dragged out his fingers and scraped Childe off the bed. “How would you like me to fuck you?” Zhongli asked. The young man thought for a second trying to measure up what the archon wanted to hear. Or maybe he just really wanted to know what Childe wanted. He replied hesitantly, “Uh... This was fine, me bent over.”

The archon chuckled, most men he was with usually wanted to face him, which he did not quite understand. To him, sex was carnal, it could be intimate without eye contact and pet names too. He had realized how pleased Childe was when he was degraded, his choice of position wasn’t really surprising, but it was refreshing for Zhongli. “You really are a slut.” he teased. Childe suddenly looked up at him slyly, “Well make me yours then.” Zhongli’s expression went feral for a moment as he grabbed the young man’s throat, choking him from the sides of his neck. “For your sake, I really hope that wasn’t an order.”

Childe unintentionally grabbed Zhongli’s hand to pull it away but it was a futile effort. “It was j-hgh just a-mhm—a request.” he tried to speak.

Zhongli let the harbinger breathe. “Bend over before I change my mind.” Childe caught his breath while he got into position, not wanting to waste a second more. The archon lined up his dick with the young man’s pale buttcheeks, lingering near the entrance and neatly lubing himself and Tartaglia. “If you are genuinely hurt, you will tell me to stop. You, under no circumstance will keep tolerating it to please me. Understood?” Zhongli warned. “Understood, sir.”

“Very well then, relax and be good for me now.” the archon said as he slid gently into Childe’s hole, he could not help but hiss at the stinging. It really had been long since the last time he was penetrated, and Zhongli wasn’t exactly average in size.

The older man ran his fingers on Childe’s back, leaning down to leave gentle kisses on his hips as he eased his way into the opening further and further. “You’re doing so well.” Zhongli said as he started thrusting with almost all of his length. Childe’s hisses began to turn into moans induced by the full-body tingle forming under his burning skin. When Zhongli realized that they were out of the woods, he grabbed Childe’s hips and started pounding into him more roughly. A small scream escaped the younger one’s lips at the sudden change of pace but he adapted rather quickly, moving his hips with the rhythm of the archon in an effort to take him deeper, but Zhongli was insistent on avoiding the harbinger’s prostate. He smirked as he realized Childe’s motive and spanked him across his left cheek.

“Hold still if you want me to give you what you want, Ajax.” The young man groaned with pleasure, enjoying every second of it as Zhongli left his handprints all over his bottom till his eyes filled up with tears. The archon grabbed the soft ginger locks, pulling Childe’s head back to look into his eyes. “Crying for my dick so soon? We’re just getting started.” Zhongli teased. Childe grinned, “Don’t go easy on me, Morax. Promise I can take it.”

The archon pulled out slowly and sat on the bed, pulling Childe onto his lap. He swiftly settled and started sinking down along Zhongli's shaft when the archon's skilful hands grabbed his hips and started thrusting into him, brushing against his prostate slightly this time. Childe bit on Zhongli's shoulder to prevent himself from screaming, the older man was bouncing him on his lap as if he weighed nothing, all Childe could do was hold on for dear life while he fought the urge to cream all over Zhongli's stomach. He was being topped by a man literally sitting under him. Childe lifted his head buried on Zhongli's shoulder to come face to face with him.

The archon looked otherworldly, drops of sweat were glistening on his forehead, mouth slightly parted, low-pitched grunts and steaming hot breath hitting Childe's face as his hands grabbed at the harbinger's hips and delicate waist. Childe wrapped his arms around Zhongli's neck, not fighting for dominion anymore and completely leaving his body weight onto the archon. Zhongli's left hand reached up to cup the blushing cheeks of the harbinger, traveling down to his lips as he parted them. Childe didn't close his eyes, he knew it wasn't going to be a kiss, he watched in lust as Zhongli drained his spit down the young man's throat. He swallowed obediently, his entire lower body was trembling while still being hopped around by the archon.

He looked at Zhongli with half-open bedroom eyes, "Why can't I ride you? You must be getting tired." Zhongli's fingernails grew unintentionally, drawing blood from Childe's sides while his horns started prematurely forming. Childe didn't steer away from his coy, sly act as he moaned at the cuts around his ribs, "Mmh...didn't you like that, Xiansheng, why are you mad?" he took advantage of Zhongli trying to contain himself and took over, rocking his hips and throwing his head back with pleasure. "Don't you like how tight I am for you? If you transform you could probably rip me apart." Zhongli looked at him with metaphoric steam coming out of his ears, "Don't fucking--Ahh... force it Tartaglia, this wouldn't--Hmmpf--end well for you." he hissed, revealing his now pointy tongue.

The veins on Childe's dick were pulsating wildly, all of Zhongli's power was being utilized to prevent his transformation, he had no strength to stop anything Childe was doing. "Just let go... I know how badly you want to punish me." the harbinger kept teasing and for once, Zhongli listened, or maybe he just couldn't suppress it anymore. His skin darkened while amber eyes and lines along his limbs began to glow bright, his horns were so much more glorious than before, most of his lower body was covered in scales, Childe cried out as Zhongli's cock grew even bigger, forcing the walls of his insides.

The archon gained his control back with even more strength than before, he dug his nails deeper into Childe's torso, using the entry points to rock him up and down. The harbinger fought to keep his eyes open despite half of his blood being poured all over the bed and his asshole feeling like it was going to rip open. Yet he was moaning and screaming in lust. He loved the pain, he loved the blood, he loved finally being able to break Zhongli, to have him sweat and curse and go weak, even for a brief moment, it was priceless to Childe. The archon repeatedly banged against Childe's prostate harshly, delivering one last blow deep inside him that involuntarily spilt semen out of the harbinger's dick. Childe stopped himself, immediately remembering Zhongli's rule as the single drop of his seed rolled down the archon's thigh.

The dragon held the harbinger's face gently, smearing his own blood on his cheeks, "Did you just stop yourself?"

Childe almost couldn't speak, the archon's voice was even deeper and raspier, the way he spoke sent shivers down the young man's spine. "Y-yes... Not until you--say so." he stuttered. The dragon leaned forward and laid Childe down under him, placing the ginger's legs on his shoulders without pulling out. He secured Childe's strong arms

that now looked frail in comparison by holding him down by the wrists. He thrusted in and out of the harbinger, not caring about whether it was too much or not, he knew that was how Childe wanted it. His legs resting on Zhongli's darkened shoulders were shaking and spasming uncontrollably while he writhed, squirmed and moaned under the dragon. He hated obeying but he definitely loved being made to obey. Especially when it was Zhongli. Who else could literally fold him in half and rail him into the mattress?

They both knew Childe could not hold on much longer. Tears started rolling down his pretty blue eyes, the pleasure was overwhelming, all he needed at that moment was the sweet release he craved for. "Oh God." he moaned, his wet cheeks reflecting the light from Zhongli's amber eyes as his own blue pupils disappeared to the back of his head. "Are you praying to me?" the dragon pointed out the irony. "P-please... Morax... I r-really need--hngh--need to cum..." Childe whined. Zhongli reached out for the young man's cock, freeing one of his hands. "I'm impressed that you took it so well." he hissed into Childe's ear while his hand started sliding up and down, massaging the harbinger's dick and stimulating him further. "Go ahead, Ajax. Seal my ownership."

Hearing that was enough for Tartaglia, he released between their bodies and over the bedsheets while the dragon followed his lead, held him close and growled into his ear: "All mine."

They stayed in a tight embrace for a few moments as Zhongli’s body slowly transformed back into human form. He pulled out of Childe carefully as the young man’s weeping ceased. Zhongli stared down sweetly, noticing how frail, pale and small Childe looked now with his eyes closed and limbs completely relaxed. Blood ran down from his torso while his face was covered in his own drool and tears. When his breathing came about at the normal pace, he lifted his eyelids and smiled exhaustedly at the archon, “Why are you staring at me?” he asked.

Zhongli twisted his ginger curls around his finger “You look beautiful.” Childe chuckled, “I probably look like a mess.” Zhongli gave him a warm smile “A very ethereal one at that.” Childe realized his eyes were glowing but not in the way they used to. So far they seemed to want to rip the young man apart, burning fast and bright like destructive flames, but now they were illuminated like ambers, reliable, mesmerizing and protective like Zhongli’s usual self. Childe couldn’t help but reach out to stroke his cheek, then moved onto his hair, trailing down the brown as he made his way to the golden strands that draped over his strong shoulders.

Zhongli watched him carefully, unsure of how to respond. Childe involuntarily chuckled at how the man was confused once again. “Are you laughing at me, Childe?” Zhongli asked, not mad but genuinely curious. “Yeah it’s just like, I don’t know how to phrase this but you always look so confused and lost when I touch you, it’s very amusing.” Childe explained himself. “It’s nice to know you’re enjoying yourself at my expense. You see, I’m not the most affectionate being.” Zhongli answered as he lifted up the harbinger and made his way to the bathroom door.

Childe sat patiently on the archon’s lap while warm water ran down to fill the bathtub. “I mean it feels like you fuck a lot of people so you don’t want to do gentle stuff with any of them?” he rested his hand on the older man’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. “It is not a matter of wanting but a matter of needing. Mortals deeply value physical and verbal affection since it gives their limited life span meaning. To us, touch is just for satisfaction, and to be divined.” Zhongli was back on paragraph generator mode.

“Basically you just get horny.” Childe summarized. “Indeed.” the archon affirmed as he put the harbinger in the bathtub, carefully washing away the blood, spit and semen without hurting his wounds. Zhongli studied his body covered in hickeys, bite marks, fresh cuts and bruises. Childe lightly chuckled, “Looks like I survived a war.”

“That’s the price of disobedience my dear.” Zhongli grinned as he started cleaning himself.

“Can’t blame me though, what’s more fun than disobeying a God?” Childe threw his head back on the bathtub, he was beginning to regain some of his energy. Zhongli hummed, “Fair enough.” He got out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel around his waist, Childe stayed put knowing that he would be back to get him as the older man made his way to the bedroom. Zhongli threw away the sheets and brought out his favorite set patterned with abstract illustrations of Qixing flowers, laying it out neatly and changing the pillow covers. He went back into the bathroom and grabbed Childe, drying him and applying a soothing cream to the wounds as the young man hissed.

Zhongli dressed Childe in his own clothes and laid him on the fresh bed sheets. The harbinger sat up and buried his nose in the silk shirt recognizing the familiar smell, he couldn’t help but smile while the archon was getting dressed with his back turned to the bed. Zhongli sat across from him, “Do you need anything?” he asked with a warm smile. Childe held his hand, startling the archon once more “Not really, thank you for taking care of me Xiansheng.”

Zhongli looked down at their intertwined fingers, then at Childe’s face and pulled him in for a hug. The harbinger buried his face in Zhongli’s chest as he wrapped his arms around the archon tightly. They stayed in this warm embrace until Zhongli parted their bodies, “I think I enjoy this Ajax. Would you mind if I slept with you?” Childe’s eyes widened, “You were just gonna leave?!”

Zhongli’s brows raised “I…sleep on the couch when I have a guest. Is that not normal?” Childe laughed as he got under the covers, “Sleep with me, I assume the concept of spooning would rock your world.” he joked. Zhongli followed his lead, “From context I am guessing it is a form of human couple sleeping done with the assistance of-” Childe cut him off by kissing him on the lips gently. “You’re an absolute freak. Now turn around.” Zhongli obliged, turning away on his right side as Childe wrapped his arm around his waist and glued their bodies together tightly.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked. Zhongli relaxed his body and allowed it to lean on Childe’s chest, “Very much so.” Childe nuzzled his nose on the back of Zhongli’s neck. “Happy to hear. Goodnight, Xiansheng.” he sounded exhausted yet happy. The archon reached out to hold Childe’s hand wrapped around his waist. “Sweet dreams, my dear.”

#genshin impact #genshin fanfic #zhongli x childe #zhongchi #genshin smut #genshin mlm #genshin zhongli #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia

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shadowscrybe · 8 months ago

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Rayven's Revenge- Chapter 11

Summary: Rayven is the younger sister of Rhysand in the Night Court. She was banished 64 years ago for the murder of her sister. This is the story of Rayven earning her place in Prythian and finding out what it means to be family. We all know how her story ends...but how did she get there? I don't want to forget the demon princess with bat wings. Do you?

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: canon typical violence

A/N: Okay this one I've written and rewritten about 100 times so this is as much editing of this chapter I am capable of. Its long, so hopefully there are some redeemable parts LMAO

Rayven felt like her eyes had just closed when Rahne was yanking her hair.

Ow, motherfucker.

Up, up, up, she chanted.

“Okay!” She stretched her wings, but the fatigue was still present. She was going to hit her bed in the Town House so hard later.

She went to clean her leftover plate and teacup but Emerie had beaten her to it. Her shadow was frantic at her back, pushing her out of the tent.

Davina! Her shadow shouted. Bellius took Davina!

Rayven’s stomach churned.

Davina was once Devlon’s sister years ago. She escaped Windhaven and found refuge in Ironcrest. Devlon killed Kallon’s sister, Kali, decades before and Davina was given to him in exchange. Some male currency of honor demanded payment in the form of the Lord’s sister.

Rayven pocketed her note to Eris on Emerie’s low table and checked for the knife at her thigh.

Rahne shot past her into the cluster of tents.

The wind pushed on Rayven’s heel. She shot into the sky, she was faster up here anyway.

Kallon had Davina on her knees in the middle of the sparring ring in the East quadrant. Her tunic was shredded and only her clenched fists held it to her shoulder.

Emerie had positioned between Kallon and Davina, curled over her knees in the sand.

Devlon’s sweet younger sister. The females were usually given varied names of their brothers, reminding them they’d always belong to the males in their bloodline.

Davina wasn't a fighter, her place in Ironcrest was to overlook what little crops they could manage on the side of a frozen mountain. She had never stepped into the rings. Rayven cursed herself for not requiring the females to at least learn the basics, she wanted them to be able to choose. She could beat herself up later for the nativity. She had males to skin.

Davina’s round face was bruised and her lip was split open. The other females were circled around, held back by the domineering Kallon. He held a long sword between him and Emerie, the tip knocked into the hollow of her throat. Drella and Venerya were shoulder to shoulder, any animosities from earlier squashed in front of this male. All of their eyes kept inspecting the slackened wing on Davina’s right.

“Move, or you will be moved,” Kallon said to her second. Emerie stared him down the length of the blade.

Rayven’s boots dented the earth under her.

“You're dead,” she drawled to the male.

The second he turned his back to Emerie she was dipping down to help Davina hold her torn tunic to her chest. She was shaking, her face was caked in salty tears.

Don't waste a drop on them, Rayven sent to her. Davina’s face solidified into rage at her words.

We can't kill them, Emerie sent her.

I can. It will be up to them if I do or not.

Don't get all of us killed for your rage.

Her second didn't look at her, she only nodded to Drella and Venerya to help her get Davina up. The girl cried out when they tried to get her to her feet.

“Where is Bellius?” Rayven spoke over her camp.

The females around the ring parted as Cassian presented the walking deadman. He gripped him by the back of the head and tossed him into the sand at Rayven’s feet.

Thrown so hard his hand splayed beneath him to keep his nose from smashing into the toe of her boot. Blood leaked from his mouth and she could hear the broken ribs around his labored breaths.

She tilted her head to the side. “There’s barely any left for me.”

“He's alive,” Cassian gritted out.

She should thank him, he would've tore him in half if this weren't her camp. If this were as alive as Cassian could keep him, then half-dead was going to have to do.

“You assaulted one of mine,” she said. The tip of her boot inched over his fingers. She rocked her weight over his crunching bones. Her voice rose to address the rest of the camp. “What is the punishment for harming an Ironcrest female?”

The females murmured one word among themselves, Rahne echoing the sentiment.

Kallon spoke for his second. “Devlon gave her to me.”

Rayven made a show of looking around. “Does this look like Windhaven?”

Kallon bared his teeth and Cassian bared his. Kallon’s sword lowered slightly.

“A sister for a sister,” he said to Cassian like it’d make him agree.

“Devlon has no authority to give you Davina,” Rayven answered. “I freed her from you the second I kicked your father’s ass. Have you forgotten?” she asked Kallon. “Allow me to remind you.” The added yelp from Bellius was a nice touch in her threat.

Rahne sent her warning in time for Rayven to school her features to calm.

“He can have her,” the Lord of Windhaven spoke.

“She is not yours to give.” She tried to speak the way the Highlord did. With absolution, above any contest.

“He may do with the bitch as he pleases,” Devlon said again.

Davina shook on the ground. Rayven took one heartbeat to thank the Mother for giving her Rhys for a brother.

She let her voice fall into the deadly calm. “You may get away with terrorizing your females, but I command Ironcrest. The punishment stands.”

“The Highlord will-”

“The Highlord isn't here. You answer to me.”

She expanded into every corner of Bellius' mind and set him on fire, focusing on his wings. She showed his hands bound in flame, there was no escape.

His eyes saw the flames, but no one else did. He thrashed and screamed for her to extinguish them.

Devlon started to circle the ring, closing in towards Kallon.

Cowards, Rahne hissed.

“Ironcrest is mine,” she set her eyes on Kallon. “The females here are under my protection.”

Bellius was keeled over, forehead pressed into the dirt, whispering prayers to the Mother for relief from the fire eating his skin.

“Let him go, Rayven,” Kallon threatened.

She sent her feral shadow to deal with Kallon. Her little form wrapped around his neck. His fingers found no purchase, clawing at the shadow. She reached into Kallon’s mind and his chest started to move faster with the rising heat.

She could cook them both before Devlon made it across the ring.

“You know the punishment for harming Ironcrest females as well as he did when he put his hands on her.”

“She wanted it,” Bellius choked out. Rayven drowned his throat in flame.

“You can bend a lot of rules, princess,” Devlon said. “But not this one. The bitch belongs to me and me alone.”

Cassian bared his teeth at them. “You dishonor this court.”

Devlon let out a low laugh. “You and I both know this is no crime. I can do as I wish with my property.”

“Davina is not your property,” Rayven snarled.

“Would you like to take her place?” Devlon offered.

“Gladly.” She crossed into the sandy ring. With Bellius left to thrash around, and Kallon choking on shadows, she just had Devlon left. “I’ll fight you for her. I win, she's free. You win, I’ll take her place.” It was a risky offer, to gamble with her life, but a tasty proposal for the Lord of Windhaven.

But as he watched the males’ muscles twitch awkwardly, hatred twisted his ugly features.

Rayven stepped around the dying males and closed the distance between her and Devlon.

“What do you say, Dev? You and me.”

Devlon erupted. He grabbed the long sword at Kallon’s feet and swung viciously at Rayven. Her feet carefully moved her across the sand, out of the way of his wild slashing.

Cassian stepped forward to help, but Emerie held him back with an arm. This was Rayven’s camp. Hers to protect, hers to defend, hers to keep.

Bellius was out of screams as he violently ripped into his own wings trying to put the flames out.

“Enough!” Devlon roared. He opened his mouth to speak again and Rayven drowned his mind in flame.

Rahne tightened around Kallon’s neck like a noose. He clawed the flesh of his throat trying to detach the shadow. She squeezed till his eyes started to widen in primal fear. Rayven had spared him for his father’s sake decades ago when she took Ironcrest, but she had never spared a male from this rule. If Devlon didn't yield, she'd have three dead Illyrians on her hands. The Highlord would kill them all if she eliminated three high-ranked males, even in her own camp.

Rahne raised Kallon to the tips of his boots, hanging from her little shadow, choked by flame.

Rayven commanded Cassian over Bellius’ screams. “Take Davina to Citrine in the Western steppes.”

He dipped his chin once in confirmation. He kneeled and held his hands out to her. “Can I touch you?” he asked, hushed.

Her eyes widened, but she didn't deny him.

Emerie didn't look back at her as she followed the bastard to the healer’s tent. Make it hurt.

She cooked Bellius until his body and mind gave out.

Pathetic, Rahne laughed around Kallon’s neck.

Kallon was the next. Rahne squeezed till his eyes rolled back and he was done too.

If they lived, they would never forget what it means to kneel before the only god the Illyrians served. And who commands that god in Ironcrest.

Rahne released Kallon’s body and he crumpled to the ground.

“You may either die in this ring with me here now, or I can let you take their bodies back to Windhaven. No healer here will touch them. Shadowfire can be so uncontrollable.” She held her hand out and let the flames mock the lord before her. “Who's to say how much of their minds will be left?” She blew out the last flame dancing on her pointer finger.

He adjusted his weight and settled back onto his dominant leg.

Yield. She roared in Devlon’s mind.

Devlon pondered his ultimatum with his lips pulled to the side. “You can have her,” he shrugged.

Rayven had to keep her jaw from falling slack.

Rahne growled at the Lord of Windhaven, but Rayven made her stay by her. She had expected more fight from the prick.

He looked Rayven up and down, his eyes lingered in certain places that sent a chill down her spine. He had the same look as the Highlord. The promise that this fight wasn't done.

“I hope she was worth it.” He took off into the sky.

A few of the females spat on their unconscious bodies as they dispersed. Rayven even let a few of them get some kicks in before she had Drella and Venerya remove them.

The sun had set, they were all late to report to Velaris. She wondered which one of the boys would take the cover for her.

After Drella and Venerya dropped the bodies outside of Ironcrest’s border, they were instructed to meet for departure.

Rayven made a quick stop to check on Davina. Citrine said her wings were badly damaged, but not paralyzed. Cassian had gotten to Bellius before he could finish the clipping. Her chest felt lighter after the news, but was short lived when she met back up with her girls.

They had convinced Cassian to carry their heaviest supplies.

“Such a gentleman,” Rayven patted the duffle strapped between his wings.

“If it makes the females happy, then I’m happy,” he said and from his smile, she knew he meant it.

“None of them are going to sleep with you.”

He hummed. “We’ll see.”

“Don't touch my bat girls,” she warned.

“Bat girls huh? You come up with that on your own? I kind of like it.”

“Get going,” she said with a smile threatening to bloom. “We’ll catch up.”

“You're not that fast,” he said.

Their eyes met in silent challenge. Rahne was chanting a single word.

“Race you back to Velaris?” He never turned down a good bet.

Cassian braced to take off. “I don't need a head start.” Poor Illyrian male ego.

“You’ll lose either way,” Emerie said. She threw her own pack on, albeit significantly lighter than the one Cassian bore.

“Females,” he grumbled again and shot into the sky. “Last one there is faerie dust!”

Rayven turned back to her girls, taking in each of their faces. They had worked for decades for this moment. A single chance to prove themselves. They would not falter.

And it was her wrath that almost lost it all. She could have killed the males, but their deaths would seal the deaths of the faces staring at her.

“Is everyone ready?” She said to her squadron.

Rayven had forbidden the females from bowing, but they still chose to defy her and dip at the waist. Only the males would ever bow to her.

Their run and jump into flight was shaky with their packs, but after they leveled out and adjusted to the awkward weight, they began to pick up speed. Emerie was last on the ground when she turned to Rayven.

“I’ll see you in Velaris,” she said to her second. “Don't make them go slower for his sake.”

Her big brown eyes glowed with delight. “Never.”

“You know where to go?” She asked her for the hundredth time.

A curt nod from her second.

“Make sure you all stay together. Velaris is not like Ironcrest.”

“I'm counting on it,” she said and leapt into the sky. “You be careful.”

She knew where Rayven was headed and knew it was a risk to slip in a visit to Eris when they were expected at the House so soon, but she had to check on him.

“I will,” she lied.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #rhys!sister #azriel x rhys!sister #azriel x reader #azriel #emerie #cassian

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funnywormz · 2 years ago

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Alright so I’m curious what is red dwarf? All the stuff your reblogging seems interesting

it's a british tv show that started in the late 80s but the latest season came out in 2020! it's set in space and is generally just silly and fun but with more than a hint of melancholy to it...

it might be easiest if i just explain the series in my own words below the cut!

the series begins in the 23rd century, with dave lister and arnold rimmer as the main characters. lister is the lowest ranking member of the crew on the spaceship "red dwarf", and rimmer is his bunkmate and immediate superior (so the second lowest ranking lmao). they spend most of their time doing menial tasks on the ship and pissing each other off while still being buddies lol. rimmer has aspirations of being an officer one day and is pretty pedantic and obnoxious without any skills whatsoever to back it up. lister has no aspirations at all and just wants to bum around and have fun, although he does dream of living in fiji with his crush kochanski and starting a farm there.

after some time on planet leave, lister smuggles a pregnant cat he calls "frankenstein" back onto the ship with him (this is against regulation bc any animals are required to go into quarantine before being allowed on board). he gets found out pretty much straight away and put in stasis as punishment, with frankenstein being sealed in the ship's hold.

however, while lister is in stasis, rimmer fucks up a repair job on a drive plate in the ship and unintentionally releases a blast of deadly radiation, killing the crew and himself, except for lister bc he's in stasis, and frankenstein who is still in the hold.

the ship's computer holly keeps lister in stasis for 3 million years until the radiation on the red dwarf reaches safe levels, and then wakes him up. the red dwarf has strayed into the middle of nowhere and holly has gone Mildly Nuts which doesn't help with their new mission of getting back to earth.

holly also creates a hologrammatic version of lister's bunkmate rimmer to keep lister company and prevent him from going insane.

during the 3 million years lister was in stasis, the ancestors of his pet cat have been evolving in the hold and this evolution has culminated in a being simply referred to as "cat", who's basically just a human being with sharp teeth and cat-like tendencies lol.

lister, rimmer, holly and the cat are the original crew, but they also pick up a mechanoid named kryten who becomes part of the gang as well, and meet other characters along the way in later seasons. they also meet plenty of au versions of themselves and get into loads of Shenanigans lol

it's a very very fun series, some of the jokes have aged somewhat poorly but it holds up overall imo. it's also kinda sad and isolated at some points, bc during the 3 million years lister was gone then the human race has died out and it's basically just the small group of them alone out in space now. idk i just enjoy it a lot and ive become very attached to it very quickly.

it's also gay as hell unintentionally, and although nothing official ever comes of it there's definitely gay tension going on with lister and rimmer lol. also holly is canonically nonbinary/genderfluid, although it isn't put in those terms specifically, but they change between masculine and feminine appearances throughout the seasons. if canon lgbt rep is something you're looking for the series is kinda limited on that front, but if you're ok with stuff being more implied then it's a lot of fun imo

i would definitely recommend the series! like i said, some jokes have aged poorly and i would recommend being aware of that, but it's not much of a big deal. im a big fan of it and i would be so happy for more of my mutuals to get into it

^ this is the main gang btw! that's the cat in the pink suit, holly on the computer screen, lister in the leather jacket and the hat, kryten is the guy with the funny head standing behind him, and rimmer is the guy with the h on his head (h stands for hologram!)

^ ive already posted it here but here's one of my doodles of them <3

#red dwarf #ask #ty so much for the ask it makes me rlly happy that my reblogs made u curious abt it!!!!

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seventven · 3 years ago

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A Taste for Older Men [part iv]

summary: a barbecue with y/n’s parents turns from bad to worse when y/n decides to give bucky a taste of his own medicine. towards the end of the night, y/n is assigned the task of giving him a ride home. she receives payback for her bad behaviour.

pairing: dbf!bucky x reader

word count: 4k+

warnings: age gap [reader is around 22 & bucky is 39]; we’ve got some teasing, orgasm denial, brat taming, public dick grabbing (?) and bucky’s thicc fingers bc they need a warning of their own; y’all it’s finally getting steamy.

a/n: my boyfriend (self proclaimed smut consultant) basically planned this whole chapter and i just put it into words lmao. this is the longest part yet and you finally get some juicy smut my lovelies. i felt dirty writing this.

also there is no more space left on my tag list but remember you can always switch on my post notifications :)

PART I / PART II / PART III / PART V / PART VI

When the weekend rolled around and the sun continued to shine despite the looming autumn, Y/N’s parents came to the conclusion that it might be their last opportunity to grill some food out in the garden and enjoy the cloudless skies. They stocked up on supplies, invited over the next door neighbours and got the patio ready for an afternoon of food and mindless chatter.

And what would a barbecue at their house be if Bucky was not invited?

He arrived some time in the mid afternoon when Y/N was still out of the house, and it was no surprise to her when she found his jacket hanging from a hook by the front door.

Y/N smiled politely and greeted everyone when she made her way through the kitchen and out onto the patio. There was food on the grill, music playing in the background, her mom chatting away to the couple who lived next door.

She didn’t spot Bucky at first, not until she glanced farther down the garden and saw him laughing at something her dad had said. They stood on the grass, beers in hand, with Bucky repeatedly bending over to pick up and throw a green tennis ball for their family dog. The dog, just like Y/N, seemed all too excited to see him.

“You’re back just in time. I was just about to serve the food!” Her mom was all smiles and giggles, having already enjoyed a few glasses of wine with the neighbours. All Y/N could do was smile and stay silent, then wave back at her dad when he finally noticed her presence.

Bucky only looked in her direction, a little smile evident across his lips, that same look in his eyes again; the one that said they shared a secret no one else was in on. Apart from that, there was no indication to his feelings; he was damn good at pretending nothing was going on and Y/N wished she could do the same.

“Y/N, why don’t you run to the kitchen and grab plates for everyone?” Her mom asked, and the younger girl couldn’t help but feel relieved to have an excuse to escape, even if only for a moment.

She nodded her head and turned back towards the kitchen, feeling Bucky’s eyes on her back as she walked away. It made her nervous; she wondered how on earth no one had noticed the tension between them, the looks they exchanged or how freaking nervous she got every time he was around. It wasn’t her normal behaviour at all, but somehow her parents hadn’t noticed anything was off. Not yet, anyway.

She sighed in exasperation as she pulled open one of the kitchen cabinets and grabbed some plates, one at a time. She took her time, stacking them neatly on the counter, and promptly losing count when she felt his breath on the back of her neck.

“Need some help, sweetheart?”

His voice sent a shiver down her spine; it was low, seductive and there was a certain level of arrogance to it that made everything so much worse than it already was.

“I’ve got it, thanks,” she muttered back, and looked around nervously to make sure no one had followed him into the kitchen. They were alone, the sound of chatter and laughter drifting from outside.

Bucky boldly placed a hand on her hip and pressed himself snugly against her back. The feeling was something out of this world; he was tall and muscular behind her, radiating warmth and smelling divine. In any other circumstance, she would have been excited for this closeness, this level of intimacy, but a part of her still realised the dangers of their little indiscretion. If anyone saw this, they would be in big trouble; both Y/N and Bucky.

“Don’t be so nervous,” he told her quietly. “If you don’t want to raise any eyebrows, I’d suggest acting as normal as possible.”

“Easy for you to say,” she replied, a certain level of bitterness audible in her tone. She was surprised at the acidity of her words.

Bucky only chuckled and Y/N gasped when he pressed a long kiss to her shoulder. A feeling of warmth spread throughout her abdomen at the simple, seemingly innocent gesture. She couldn’t believe the effect this man had on her.

It lasted only a moment and then he was retreating completely, a precaution just in case someone did decide to sneak up on them. He took a spot next to her, arms crossed over his chest as he watched her get back to counting plates.

“How was your week?” He asked, and Y/N looked in his direction, knowing exactly what he meant. The question hung unspoken in the air; he didn’t give a damn about her week, not really. Only about the torture she was putting herself through every night, their little agreement driving her nuts with every perverse thought she had about him.

“Long,” she answered simply, and almost rolled her eyes at the cocky smirk she received in response. He was enjoying every moment of this and it was beyond infuriating.

So, when the food was finally served and everyone sat around the wooden patio table with a plate and a drink in front of them, Y/N came to the conclusion that two could play at this game.

Maybe she wasn’t allowed to play with herself, as stated in their agreement from days prior; but nothing was said about messing with him, or taunting him, or giving him a taste of his own damn medicine.

Fuelled by annoyance at his arrogance and that familiar need to be in control, Y/N laughed at something her dad said as she innocently and intentionally slid into the seat next to Bucky. She ignored the quizzical look he sent her and set her plate and can of soda down on the table, continuing her conversation with her parents like it was the most normal thing in the world.

She could sense how uncomfortable Bucky was next to her; gauging her intentions and growing annoyed by her recklessness. He took a gulp of his beer, clearly aggravated by her behaviour and shook his head in disapproval. The movement went unnoticed by everyone other than Y/N.

The dinner continued; she ate her food slowly, contributing to the discussion and laughing along when someone told a joke. Every now and again she could feel Bucky’s eyes burning holes in the side of her face but she chose to ignore it, until finally, her dad turned the topic of the conversation to Bucky himself.

“Bucky’s seeing someone new but he’s being crazy secretive about it. What are you hiding, Buck?”

Y/N turned to look at him then, and despite knowing she should feel uncomfortable and scared of what her father knew, she couldn’t stop the corner of her lips from curving up into a teasing smirk.

Bucky caught her eye only for a short second, but it was enough to send her a warning.

Y/N didn’t care.

“Maybe she’s really old and he’s embarrassed,” she quipped, her tone innocent and joking. Her father thought it was hilarious, laughing across the table along with her mom and the neighbours.

Bucky was furious but it appeared only Y/N noticed it. Everyone else was smiling, contributing to teasing him and making little japes about the reality of his dating life. The pleased smirk remained across her face when Bucky shifted uncomfortably in his seat, took a gulp of his drink and cleared his throat.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” he answered carefully, his grimace evident across his face. His eyes met hers again for a fragment of a second, the gesture going unnoticed by everyone else. “She’s nothing but trouble.”

Y/N snorted at that.

Her mom sent her a quizzical look from across the table but all was forgotten when her dad dropped the topic and decided everyone needed another beer. The conversation swiftly turned to some other nonsense and when her father got up to grab more drinks, Bucky leaned in and whispered in her ear, “you’re going to regret that”.

Y/N only glanced at him over her shoulder, satisfied with the power she had over him. It was his turn to feel embarrassed and uncomfortable, and the coy smile she had across her face let him know exactly what she was thinking. He was enraged and for some unknown reason, the idea excited her.

She released a tiny chuckle, expelled upon a slow exhalation. “No, I don’t think I am,” she responded, and added to the aggravation across his face by squeezing his thigh beneath the table.

He was seething with rage.

Y/N turned her head back in the direction of the group and joined back into the conversation. It was all innocent; she giggled at their stories and jokes, but all the while her hand remained on his leg, slowly moving higher and higher until Bucky was ready to snap.

It was comical, really, how worked up he was getting. He said nothing the whole time, only stared darkly at the side of her face and looked desperately around to make sure no one was watching. When her hand finally got to his crotch, her fingers gently skimming the zipper of his jeans, he decided he had had enough and roughly grabbed her wrist beneath the table.

She turned to look at him again, that same cheeky smile across her lips.

“Don’t be so nervous,” she told him quietly, mimicking his words from earlier on. “If you don’t want to raise any eyebrows, I’d suggest acting normal.”

Boiling with anger but not wanting to attract any attention, Bucky released an exasperated breath and let go of her wrist. He ground his teeth when her finger traced the outline of his hardening cock, slowly and gently.

No one had any idea what was going on, all of them engrossed in the conversation and hazy with the effects of one too many beers. The growing darkness of the late evening was also helpful in covering up what was really going on, even when she began palming his growing erection under the table. The whole situation was insane.

He cleared his throat suddenly, catching the attention of her dad across the table and Y/N was forced to retreat her hand, nervous that he’d notice. She looked anywhere but her father, and smiled innocently at her neighbour when she caught her eyes.

“You okay, Buck?” Her father asked, genuinely concerned.

Bucky shifted in his seat and picked up his beer. He took a slow sip. “Yeah, it’s just... I’m not feeling too well. I think I’m going to head home. I’ll leave my car here, if that’s alright.”

Her father frowned at the prospect. “You’ll walk?” He turned to Y/N’s mom. “Could you drive him home? I’ve been drinking.”

Her mom only laughed, pointing to her own glass of wine. “And what do you think I’ve been doing this whole time?”

Bucky’s expression was stoic and after a moment of silence, he said, “Y/N hasn't been drinking. Maybe she could drop me off?”

To say the younger girl was surprised at his proposition would have been an understatement. She turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised, her lips parted in astonishment. However, the more she thought about it, the more she realised she wanted to do it; she wanted to be alone with him and see just how he’d make her regret her dinner table antics.

“I can drive him home,” she nodded in agreement, then turned to her dad. “Can I borrow your car?”

Her father only smiled as he reached into his pocket and took out his keys, tossing them in her direction across the table. She caught them in mid air.

“Let me just finish my soda,” she told Bucky innocently, and saw him breathe out a sigh of relief. His erection needed time to subside and she wasn’t just going to expose him like that. She wasn’t that cruel.

It was five, maybe ten minutes before they got up to leave. Her parents said their goodbyes with hugs and promises of seeing each other soon, and Y/N’s dad - completely ignorant to what was happening - thanked her for agreeing to drive his friend home.

They got into the car just before 10pm and pulled out of the driveway whilst her parents waved them goodbye. Bucky’s smile remained while they were still in their view, but it disappeared the second they left the street.

He stayed quiet - a little too quiet - during the majority of the drive to his place. It was already dark, the radio playing quietly in the background as Y/N took the shortest route to his apartment, tapping her fingers absentmindedly against the wheel.

It wasn’t a very long journey, just over five minutes with how deserted the roads were at this time of day. It was only when they were almost on his street that he finally spoke up.

“That was so reckless of you,” he began, sounding almost disappointed in her. For a moment, she realised how much older than her he really was; his tone stern and exasperated, almost paternal. “What do you think would happen if someone saw?”

Y/N chuckled. “Did anyone notice? I don’t think they have.” She turned onto his street and slowed the car down, looking for a place to park.

A moment of silence ensued, and lasted until she finally stopped the car and switched off the engine.

“Your behaviour was really immature.”

She rolled her eyes and turned to look at him in annoyance. He had been acting immature this whole time; she was only paying him back for his constant arrogance, but apparently, the guy just couldn’t handle being fucked around with. How hypocritical.

She raised an eyebrow at him expectantly. “What are you gonna do about it? Send me to my room? Spank me?” Her tone was mocking, her expression amused, and Bucky ground his teeth at her insolence.

“Believe me, I’d love to.”

Y/N couldn’t help but part her lips at his words, an image of him punishing her like that suddenly vivid in her mind. The atmosphere between them was strange; on the one hand, she was annoyed with him, and he was annoyed with her. On the other, despite their frustrations, that same sexual tension remained. Arguably, the whole thing made it even worse; the idea of him doing that to her only made the electricity between them more prominent.

Seemingly unable to handle it, Bucky undid his seatbelt.

For a fleeting moment, Y/N expected him to just exit the car, too annoyed with her to stay much longer. But when he turned towards her and looked at her with those dark, angry eyes, she knew that him just leaving wasn’t really an option.

She stayed silent as he reached across the central panel and placed his hand on her face. He tilted her head towards him and when their eyes met, he leaned in a little closer. They held eye contact for a long moment, the blue of his eyes softening as he watched her intently. She wondered what he was thinking because for a brief moment, it felt as though all those frustrations from earlier were forgotten. He was looking at her with that familiar kindness and softness in his eyes, stroking her cheek with his thumb and just watching her melt into the gentle touch.

Then, unable to resist the temptation, Y/N pushed herself closer towards him and placed her lips on his. The kiss was delicate, tender almost, and Y/N couldn’t help but reach across and place her hand on the back of his head, enjoying the feeling of his hair between her fingers. For an odd reason that Y/N didn’t really understand, the simple and gentle kiss felt more intimate than anything that had happened between them up until this point. She revelled in the feeling, and when he took her lip between his teeth and tugged, she couldn’t help but part her lips and allow him to deepen the kiss.

She released a tiny gasp when his hand moved from her face down to her neck, her collarbone, her hip, and finally settled on her thigh. She had never been as happy to be wearing a skirt, especially when she took his wrist and led his hand beneath the soft fabric, down between her thighs.

He let her guide him and she moaned quietly against his lips when his long digits expertly began massaging her through her underwear. His touch, though gentle at first, soon became hard and unforgiving, his fingers moving in small circles over her little bundle of nerves until his name fell from her lips in a tiny whimper.

“Do you want my fingers, sweetheart?” He asked, almost tenderly, and when she nodded her head, Bucky chuckled. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” she told him breathlessly. “Please.”

He only smiled against her lips and kissed her for a moment longer before retreating. “Come here.”

He leaned back in his seat and Y/N hurried to climb across the central panel and into his welcoming lap, his muscular legs hard beneath her. She didn’t even bother to check whether there was anyone in sight; they were parked just outside his apartment building and at any moment someone could see them. She didn’t care, eager for more of him, and Bucky didn’t appear too concerned with the possibility.

His hands held firmly onto her hips as she situated herself in his lap and his lips soon found hers in a desperate frenzy. It was all tongue and teeth, her fingers pulling at his hair and his own digging into the soft flesh of her hips. He wanted her to move, she realised, and she obeyed without protest, beginning to rock her hips against his own until he groaned against her mouth.

It wasn’t long before he was reaching between her thighs again and pushing her underwear aside, a tiny whimper escaping her at the coldness of his skin. He paused, only long enough to lick his fingers, the wetness allowing him to continue with the assault on her most sensitive spot. He took his time, enjoying the tiny moans falling from her lips and the way in which she ground her hips against his fingers.

“Bucky,” she whispered his name, out of breath and desperate for more. “Fuck me with your fingers. Please.”

She couldn’t believe how pathetic she sounded, how eager she was for more of him. Bucky had a strange effect on her; he made her crave him on a level which was primal and unfamiliar. His arrogance and sensuality - though annoying at times - had her drawn to him like a moth to a flame. She didn’t think she had ever felt as needy for someone, as she felt for him.

“Only if you apologise for your behaviour earlier.” His tone was soft, but it held a threatening edge to it that made the whole thing even more erotic than it already was. He knew exactly how his words and his demeanour affected her and he was using it skilfully to his advantage. He wanted to see her beg.

Her hips jerked against his fingers, wishing for that delectable stretch between her thighs. “I’m sorry,” she murmured feebly, her eyes closed, face buried in the crook of her neck. Even his scent was arousing and Y/N could feel her mouth watering. He chuckled darkly when she sunk her teeth into his skin, desperate for a release.

“You can do better than that, sweetheart.”

She gasped when she felt his finger trace her entrance, teasing her in a way which made her insides clench with need, thick and hot. It was torture.

“So wet for me,” he praised, his voice quiet. He hummed at the feeling of her tongue on his neck, her pussy glistening and ready for him.

She couldn’t take this anymore. “I’m sorry for my bad behaviour.” The words tumbled past her lips, expelled upon a shaky breath. She didn’t care if she was admitting defeat and letting him have all the power. She needed a release too much, the long nights she spent thinking about him but unable to touch herself proving to have dire consequences. “It’s not going to happen again. I promise. Just please... do something.”

Contented with her response, Bucky caught her lips with his own and slowly sunk two of his thick fingers deep into her yearning cunt. She gasped at the stretch and whimpered in satisfaction when he slowly pulled them out, then drove them back in, deeper than before. He set a slow pace for himself at first, allowing her to get used to the size and when she asked for more, he gladly provided.

There was something so thrilling about the whole thing. She couldn’t quite believe that her father’s best friend was doing this to her, let alone that it was happening in his car. The idea was filthy and disgusting, but at the same time, it was dangerous and arousing.

It felt good; better than good, really, especially when Bucky used his thumb to continue the assault on her clit. Profanities spilled from her lips in breathless whispers, her eyes screwed shut, hips rocking against his touch. His fingers were thick and skilled at what he was doing; he was hitting all the right places and the way in which he was watching her, all dark and curious eyes made the whole thing even more intense.

“Is that good? Do you like my fingers, sweetheart?” He asked lowly, and her walls clenched at his dirty, provocative tone.

She nodded her head, unable to form a coherent sentence. She was drowning in pleasure.

“Use your words. I want you to tell me how good I’m making you feel.”

Whimpering, she parted her lips to speak and took in a shaky breath. “It feels amazing.” She paused, grinding her hips down harder and biting her lip at the intensity. “I love the feeling of your fingers inside of me. So thick and... rough.”

Bucky smiled in satisfaction at her words. His eyes were hazy, not from the effects of the few beers he drank but from sheer arousal at her responsiveness to him. He was enjoying this just as much as she was.

“Whose fingers do you prefer, mine or your little boy toys in the past?”

It was a question with an obvious answer.

“Yours- fuck.”

The coil in her stomach was coming undone at his dirty words. She was feeling that familiar sensation of her orgasm approaching, her walls tightening around his digits as profanities spilled from her lips. She was so close... but then, he retreated his hand.

She whimpered at the sudden emptiness and the unattained orgasm. She opened her eyes, gauging his expression and was met with a satisfied smirk across his lips.

He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked, eyes on hers. It was the hottest thing she had ever seen, and when he hummed at the taste of her on his tongue, all she could do was whisper his name. He had the devil in his eyes.

“Why... Why did you stop? I was so close...” She realised how pathetic she sounded but in her unsatisfied and disheveled state, she didn’t really care.

Bucky only chuckled, and reached down to readjust her panties. He covered her up again. “That’ll teach you not to fuck with me.”

She frowned. “You’re just going to stop? After you just-”

He shot her a warning look. “After the stunt you pulled today, did you really think I would reward you with an orgasm?” He released a little laugh, a sinister sound which made goosebumps rise on her skin, that familiar feeling of embarrassment filling her to the brim. He continued. “Silly girl. Take this as punishment for your bad behaviour at dinner today. Hopefully it teaches you a lesson.”

He reached out and stroked her cheek, the motion gentle and tender despite the threat in his words. Somehow, the rejection felt erotic, his blue eyes gazing into hers.

“Another day added to your torment, but don’t worry, sweetheart. Soon, it will all be over.”

PART V

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“In a world where women ruled the countries and princes were married off to powerful princesses, there lived a beautiful prince. Taehyung, son of the Queen of the Snow Isles and with a heart too curious for his own good. As tradition demands, come his second decade on this earth he had to leave his home and marry a princess of a far away country.

Now waiting on his marriage bed, wearing nothing but a golden veil and a silken dress, he can’t help but feel nervous. Will his first night with his wife be as horrible as his fellow princes told him it would be?”

Pairing: Prince!Taehyung x Princess!Reader

Genre: Royalty!AU, Arranged Marriage!AU, Wedding Night!AU, Smut, Romance, Fluff, soft Angst

Warnings: reverse gender roles where women are in charge and men follow their rules, virgin!Taehyung, sub!Taehyung, Dom!Reader, a little bit of crossdressing, use of warm oils to massage each others bodies, body worship, a lil bit of examination play, handjob, prostate massage, vaginal fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), although they don’t know each other very well they are still very fond of each other, Taehyung is really nervous and the OC is very gentle with him, idk is this GFD with a sprinkle of spice? yeah it is, this is 100% self indulgent lmao

Wordcount: 12.4k

a/n: I got inspired by this fanart. Screaming in horny, as this was not supposed to escalate to such lengths, but who am I to complain. Enjoy besties 💜

There was a world once, where women were the ones in power and men were the ones following their every word. The lands, each prosperous and beautiful, were thriving under the rule of their Queens. The people were happy, they had food and conflicts were solved with words and witty knowledge. Peace was all-worldly and laughter was plenty.

Taehyung had reached his twentieth year on this world three months ago. His mother, the Queen the Snow Isles, held a grandiose fete for her favourite son. The plates were never empty and the iron mugs were spilling over with hearty ale. Taehyung loved that night. He danced with his brothers and laughed with his sisters, he hugged his friends and joked with his servants. It was a great night, even though it meant come tomorrow he would have to leave home for his new life.

Marriage.

Just as tradition demanded, come his second decade on this earth, he had to be married off to a powerful princess. Many of his fellow princes dreaded their twentieth birthday and while Taehyung most definitely was scared of what may lie ahead for him, he was also excited. He had always had a curious soul and he looked forward to seeing the world outside his dark castle walls and long, cold winters. So come the first ray of the new day, Taehyung found himself on one of the ships of his Queendom, sailing away from home and watching the islands of his childhood become smaller and smaller on the horizon until they disappeared behind dreary fog.

The journey to his new home was long. Twelve nights on sea and seventy-eight nights on land. Taehyung found himself missing his home more often than once. He had his best friend and his servant boy with him, Hoseok, he managed to make the long journey not as lonely. But it was still a long and exhausting journey.

On the first night of the new month Taehyung found himself at his new home.

The Sand Queendom.

A country full of magic and powerful sorceresses, with hot and dry summers and the prosperous havens of the vast southern ocean. Taehyung had never seen such beautiful architecture before. It was completely different from the grey, blockish buildings of his home. The houses were painted in bright reds and pinks and oranges, reflecting the blinding sunlight and painting the street below in warm colours. Taehyung found himself gazing at the high buildings, wondering if he would ever get tired of the view. Perhaps not, after all it was quite the spectacle indeed.

“Windows! The houses have windows, Hoseok”, he heard himself gasp to his best friend. Taehyung had only heard of the concept of windows before. He read about them in books and looked at them in drawings. He found the idea of watching the world from the comfort of one’s own room always terribly exciting. Back home the houses didn’t have windows. The winters were too harsh and the winds too strong. Windows would have only let too much heat escape.

“Yes, I read it is because the nights are so mild here”, Hoseok answered him.

“That’s marvellous. Do you think that my bedroom will have windows too?”

“I am sure it will.”

It has been twenty days since Taehyung saw windows for the first time. He had to realise that his bedroom indeed had windows and it made him happy. Beautiful and tall with soft curtains swaying in the warm breeze. He found himself sitting by them a lot, watching the turquoise ocean in the distance and listening to the music in the court below. And whenever he was taught the traditions of his new home, he insisted the lessons would be held next to windows as well.

Just as tradition demanded, his future bride was still a secret to him. He had only seen you in a painting in the ballroom, thinking to himself that he would never reach your beauty.

That thought made him anxious. So anxious in fact that on the day of his wedding he didn’t have the desire to sit by the windows. And days later when the wedding was finally over and everyone left to get their highly desired sleep, Taehyung once again found himself not wanting to sit by the window.

His new servant boys had prepared him for his wedding night. They bathed him and washed his hair. They shaved him and prepared his body and later they put vanilla scented oils on his silken skin. They dried his long, raven hair and styled it thoroughly. They painted his eyelids in dark colours and tinted his lips scarlet with the help of a sweet smelling paste. And then they covered his body in thin fabrics, which revealed the ridges of his stature and golden jewellery, which laid heavy on his collarbones. Only his parts most private were covered behind a small piece of golden fabric for his wife to unveil. His face was covered too, hidden behind a golden veil just like it had been for the past twenty nights at his new home. It was tradition for the princes to cover their face until their wedding night, so their wives would be the first to see their untouched faces.

Taehyung found himself quite uncomfortable in his clothes, covering himself whenever one of his servants looked at his body. He was used to thick clothes, heavy fur and welted leather. Now, standing in his see through dress and feeling every swirl of wind on his skin, Taehyung found himself hating his new life for the first time ever he left home. And as memories of what his servant boys had done to him laid heavy in his mind, he finally understood all his fellow princes, who sent him letters about their traumatic wedding nights. So as his servants finally left, telling him to wait for his wife kneeling in front of the bed, Taehyung began to wonder if his wedding night would break his free spirit just as it did with his friends.

His heart was racing and his knees ached on the stone floor. Taehyung can’t help but think back to his friend, who was married off to a forest princess .They sent each other letters very often, and in one of the letters he told Taehyung about the pain he had to endure in his wedding night when his wife had taken him from behind. Taehyung clutches the thin fabric of his dress, soiling it with his sweating palms. He doesn’t want to feel pain and yet he had so many of his friends tell him that this is how it is supposed to be.

He flinches at the sound of the doors opening. The curtains, which surrounded the bed, were still shielding you from his view, but he knew that it was you. His wife. He could hear your soft, naked steps on the stone. They were coming closer and closer to the curtains and Taehyung found himself squeezing his eyes shut in fear. He wanted to breathe and yet found himself unable to do so. His stomach ached, the sweet orange tarts, he ate before, felt like acid in his belly.

Your steps came to a halt, his head became so dizzy that he found himself swaying back and forth.

Then.

The curtains draw back quickly. Taehyung flinches at the sound of it, balling up the fabric of his dress as he clutches it and feeling his hands shake on his lap.

“Hello”, it was the first time that he heard your voice.

It was tradition that the bride and groom weren’t allowed to talk before their wedding night. Taehyung thinks that your voice sounded sweet, he liked the sound of it.

“Oh yes, right. I entirely forgot”, you say and chuckle softly, “you can speak to me”, you allow him.

Another tradition. The groom was to stay silent until his wife would give him the permission to speak.

“He-hello”, Taehyung whispers.

“Oh your voice is nice. Sweet, like chocolate melting on your tongue. Have you ever tried chocolate before?”

Taehyung shakes his head.

“No? Oh what an outrage. Worry not, I will tell my servant boys to purchase you the sweetest kind. Unless you are more of a lover for the bitter tasting ones.”

“Uhm”, Taehyung cleared his terribly dry throat, “I like sweet.”

“Sweet, I see. We think the same then.”

Taehyung could see your feet in his position. A black gown which ended just above your ankles and a golden seam. The gold repeated itself in your delicate ankle bracelets. Taehyung’s thoughts were racing. He didn’t quite understand why you would talk about chocolate at this moment. Many of his friends told him about the ravenous way their wives fell around their necks. Some even didn’t get their permission to speak until after their wives stopped using their bodies for their pleasure. So why were you still talking to him? And will you ever give him the permission to raise his head?

“You are really scared, aren’t you?”

Taehyung straightened up at the question, holding his breath. He didn’t want to show you that he was and yet he failed. Will you be angry now?

Your feet disappeared in his point of view and Taehyung found himself squeezing his eyes shut once again. He will most definitely be punished for his emotions. He only wondered what you had planned for him.

Your footsteps come closer again before they stop.

“You can raise your head.”

He did so immediately, eyes burning in tears of fear. And yet as he finally locked eyes with you, he found himself gasping. You didn’t wear anger on your features, you even smiled at him.

“Here, drink this. It will loosen the tension a little”, you say, offering him a glass of your country’s sweetest wine.

Taehyung accepted it with shaking fingers, hoping that he wouldn’t spill anything on his clothes. The wine tasted sweet on his tongue, only when he swallowed it and felt it run down his throat, he tasted a tinge of bitterness at the back of his tongue. He didn’t mind it. His throat had been so terribly dry for the last hour, it feels good to have it moistened again.

You study whatever parts of his features were exposed. His fearful eyes, his defined brows and his powdered forehead. Taehyung wanted to look away, but knew that he wasn’t allowed to. Then you let your eyes run down his body and Taehyung felt his stomach clench in discomfort at every inch your eyes lingered on.

“That’s stupid”, you finally say.

Taehyung’s eyes widen. He knew that he would never reach your beauty. That is what he feared most, that you would hate his body. And you do, your words were proof enough for him. Oh, Taehyung wanted to cry at this instant.

“They could have picked out a better dress. You must have been so uncomfortable with all those eyes on you”, you say, making Taehyung furrow his brows in confusion.

His confusion only grew when you continued to squat down in front of him, letting your wine glass tangle between your fingers. A wife isn’t supposed to lower herself for her husband, he didn’t quite understand why you would do such a thing.

“You are from the Snow Isles, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes”, he whispers.

“I’m sure that you aren’t used to such clothing, are you?”

Taehyung falters for a moment.

“It’s alright, you can be honest with me”, you assure him and as Taehyung looked into your eyes he found nothing but honesty in them.

And so he took a sip of his wine for good luck and cleared his throat to speak.

“No, I feel really exposed”, he confesses quietly, lowering his eyes.

“I see. Well, I promise you that you don’t have to wear them in front of your servant boys anymore. And also, I will tell them that you want to prepare your body alone from now on. I know this must have been very humiliating for you”, you promise him.

Taehyung blinks rapidly.

“What?” you ask in a chuckle.

“Nothing”, he lies.

“Please, be honest with me.”

And because he feared that his dishonesty would anger you, Taehyung felt himself speak the truth.

“Why are you so kind to me?”

“Well, I guess I want to be kind to you”, you say and smile.

Taehyung can’t help but exhale shakily, fingers around his wine glass relaxing. You drink from your wine and stand up again. Taehyung follows you with his eyes. He doesn’t feel so much fear in his chest now that he looks up at you.

“Go on, drink the wine”, you tell him softly and Taehyung follows in an instant.

You watch him swallow the sweet liquid, basking in the taste of your own. Once his glass is empty, you take it from him, carrying it back to the little table by one of your windows. You turn around, strutting to the bed to sit down on it. Taehyung doesn’t dare to move, heart racing now that it is obvious to which places you want to go next.

“Do you have any questions before we start?” you ask.

“No”, he lies.

“Taehyung, be honest with me. I told you to be”, although you sounded disappointed, you didn’t sound angry.

“Will it hurt a lot?” he barely could voice his question, his throat was constricting oh so much.

“No, I will make sure that it won’t”, you promise him and in this moment, Taehyung can’t stop a tear from escaping.

He feels so relieved.

“Now come here and sit next to me”, you tell him.

Taehyung stumbles to his feet, cursing his knees for being so terribly wobbly, and hurries to the bed. He sits down next to you, keeping his head lowered and pressing his legs together.

“Look at me, don’t be scared.”

Taehyung turns his head, swallowing nervously. You reach out and place your hand over his’, wearing a welcoming smile. Your touch tingles, Taehyung feels his skin burn softly at the sensation.

“You have such soft hands. Elegant and clean”, you say, playing with his fingers slowly, “I had always thought that your harsh winters were cruel to your hands.”

Your eyes meet and Taehyung finds himself shaking his head.

“No?”

“No, well…” he lowers his eyes shyly, “they healed in the time I was here.”

“I see”, you squeeze his hand, “I am glad that they did. I can see myself wanting to hold them very often.”

Taehyung feels your eyes on his face and yet he doesn’t dare to raise his head. Back on the Snow Isles he never had to wear paint before and he feared that his face was not made for such delicate artworks.

“The distance between your hairline and your brows is perfect. Very delicate, as if magic sculpted you”, you observe, “it makes me wonder if the rest of your face was touched by magic as well”, you add and Taehyung lowers his head even more.

That is when you lean closer, reaching out with your other hand to unclasp his veil. Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut in anticipation, fearing that the rest of his face wouldn’t please you.

The veil falls from his face.

“Oh”, you gasp and Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut even more, “you have such pretty lips.”

“What?” he breathes, eyes opening in shock.

You seem mesmerised by his features, thumb caressing his knuckles and sparkling eyes racing over his face.

“And your nose is perfect for your face”, you say, touching it with tender fingers.

Your hand smelled like orange blossoms, it made his head just a little dizzy at the sweetness of it.

“I always heard that men from the Snow Isles were ugly because their harsh storms deformed their faces, but I must admit that those were nothing but rumours. You have such elegant features.”

Taehyung feels his cheeks heat up at your words.

“Thank you.”

“And your eyes must be my favourite part of your face. With such depth. So full of wonder.”

Taehyung looks away.

“I must confess, I cheated. I watched you from my windows whenever you sat by your own and looked at the sea. I couldn’t see many details, but I always thought that your eyes carried beauty in them.”

Taehyung looks at you again, meeting kindness in your gaze. He takes a deep breath.

“I like windows. We don’t have them at home”, he confesses.

“Yes? Why is that?”

“The winters are so harsh that windows would let too much warmth escape.”

“I see, that sounds like a sad life to live. I can’t even imagine never being able to watch the outside world from the comfort of my own room.”

“That is…” Taehyung breathes in shakily, “…exactly what I always found most exciting about windows.”

You laugh softly, stroking your thumb over his blushing cheek.

“I see that we are sharing yet another thing.”

Your eyes met in a chaste gaze. Taehyung doesn’t feel so scared anymore. You have warm eyes, welcoming and curious. And you have a warm smile, comforting and reassuring. Your touch feels good too, soft and tender, Taehyung felt himself relaxing under it.

“Is there something else you want to talk about? Or shall we start kissing now?” you ask.

“I, I don’t know”, he stutters. He hadn’t prepared for such a question. He didn’t think that there would be options. That he could choose what would happen next.

“Well then, have you learned about the body of a woman?” you ask.

“Yes”, he whispers, “I read books about it.”

“I see. So you have never been touched before?”

“No! Of course not!” he blurts out, shaking his head vigorously.

“Oh goodness, relax”, you laugh, “I don’t mind about those things. Those are very ancient traditions if you ask me.”

Taehyung feels himself relax. He must be dreaming, he thinks. His friends told him that weddings nights are horrible, but this isn’t horrible. This is nice.

You smile then, drawing closer as you stroke your thumb over his lips. Taehyung holds his breath, changing his gaze between your fingers and your eyes.

“May I touch you now?” you ask.

“Y-yes”, he stutters.

You lean closer, making his throat close up in nervousness. His fingers squeeze your hand, dampening your skin. Closer and closer you come and Taehyung finally squeezes his eyes shut again, inhaling thoroughly before he holds his breath.

Only a second later he releases it again, eyes fluttering open in shock and lips parting slightly. That is not the place he had expected you to kiss. You are kissing his neck, softly and with no haste. He had never shivered that much before. It feels so good that he finds himself gasping for air and tilting his head to the side.

You bask in his newly exposed neck, taking off his heavy jewellery as your lips travel over his skin. You abandon it somewhere on the bed, fingers finding their new home on the other side of his neck to caress it tenderly.

Taehyung sighs, closing his eyes. He doesn’t feel the need to squeeze them shut anymore. This is relaxing him so well.

“Your skin tastes sweet. Like vanilla”, you observe, kissing a path up to his jawline.

Your kiss tickles at this part of his body, eliciting goosebumps down his spine.

“Oh your face is so soft. They shaved you, didn’t they?” your breath feels hot on his skin and the scent of red wine tickles his nose.

“Yes, everywhere”, he answers you.

“I see, I guess I can look forward to the rest of it then”, you say, kissing the lobe of his ear afterwards.

Taehyung moans softly, shuddering. So you kiss the spot again, basking in the same reaction he gave you before.

“Do you like the kisses?” you whisper against his ear, feeling how his body ripples at the sensation.

“Yes”, he sighs.

“Do you want to try too?”

“Yes”, he confesses.

“Very well then”, you draw back and sit down next to him.

Taehyung watches as you take off your jewellery and place it down on the mattress. You run your fingers down the side of your neck.

“Kiss me right here”, you tell him.

Taehyung leans closer, holding his breath. He is so scared to mess up. He places his hand on your shoulder for support, tingling when a moment later you had placed your own over his’. It made him feel a lot more at ease and when his lips meet your skin for the first time, he doesn’t feel so terribly scared anymore.

He kisses you slowly, hesitantly, having his eyes closed the entire time. You taste like oranges, sweet and addicting. He never had oranges before until he arrived at his new home. Since then he always ate two of them for breakfast. He likes it that your skin tastes like them and also that you are so soft under his lips.

“You are doing so well”, you sigh.

Taehyung finds confidence in your praise. He draws closer, fingers abandoning their resting place on your shoulder to explore your neck instead. He feels you shiver under his touch and hears you sigh because of his kisses. Taehyung does what you did to him. He kisses along your jawline before he nibbles on your earlobe softly, using only the slightest amount of teeth.

“Tickles”, you chuckle softly.

“I’m sorry”, he gasps, breaking away from you in an instant. Oh no, he did something wrong. He thought himself to be so good, but ended up messing up.

“No, it wasn’t bad”, you assure him, stopping his anxious thoughts in an instant. You look at his face, cupping his cheeks. The lipstick had smeared slightly, most definitely leaving imprints on your neck. Yours did the same, his sunkissed skin was covered in burgundy marks of your kisses. He looked quite mesmerising like this.

And also in your dress he found similarities. It was black, yet sheer. Taehyung could see every curve and path on your body, except for your lower parts. And he thought that you looked beautiful, confident and like a goddess sent to bewitch him. It made him feel like he wasn’t so alone in his sheerness and he liked that.

Taehyung exhales shakily, reaching out to cup your cheeks as well. His palms feel warm on your cheek, soft too. His eyes are sparkling oh so much, so full of wonder just like you said.

And then you pull him closer, connecting your lips in a soft kiss. He gasps and squeezes your face for only a second, before relaxing in your fingers and drawing closer. He feels safe. He was so scared of his wedding night, replaying all the nightmares of his friends in his head, and he was so wrong.

Taehyung breaks the kiss, doing so because he knows that you wouldn’t get angry at him.

“I am not so scared anymore”, he confesses.

You draw closer, making him feel your smile as you kiss him again. And as you continue kissing him, you lay him down on the mattress, running your palms along the curves of his torso. Taehyung allows you to taste his sighs, arching his back slightly every time you run your fingers over his ribs.

Perhaps the thin fabric isn’t all horrible. He likes that it allows the heat of your touch to reach his skin without a barrier and also that he can feel the swell of your breasts so intensely as you press yourself closer.

“Touch me too”, you murmur between kisses.

Taehyung places his hands on your back, running them down on each side of your spine before travelling up again to feel your shoulder blades move. Perhaps he understands the use of thin fabric now. He can sense each tense of your muscle, each shiver and shudder. Perhaps that is why he had to endure hours of allowing his body to be measured, naked except his parts most private. Perhaps the fabricators and tailors wanted the silk to hug his body most perfectly so you would get the feel most accurate of it. Just like the fabric allows him with your body.

The kiss breaks so you could kiss along his jawline instead. Your fingers are running along the ridges of his chest, drawing closer and closer to his nipples. They pebble in an instant, forcing goosebumps to appear all over his chest. Taehyung moans at the first touch, arching into you and squeezing your sides gently. You are kissing his neck by now, changing between each side of his chest occasionally.

As you are exploring his chest, Taehyung’s fingers memorize every path on your back. Along your spine, over your ribs, up and down your sides. He even draws swirls on your lower back and caresses your upper back with his palms.

Soon you kiss your way down his neck, littering his collarbones with soft licks instead. Taehyung giggles at the sensation, writhing just slightly.

“Did you not like this?” you ask, hovering above him with your hands on each side of his head. His own hands had slipped down your back, now resting at the beginning your buttocks.

“I like everything we have done so far”, he answers you.

“Yes? So I was able to relax you?”

He nods his head, making you smile.

“I am glad I was. I know how scary it must be for you men. I have a brother and when he was married off to the princess of the Glass Mountains, he was really scared of his wedding night too.”

“What happened?” Taehyung asks, watching how your eyes fill with sadness.

“All you must know is that I swore to myself that I would never be that wife to my husband”, you whisper.

“I am sorry I asked”, Taehyung breathes.

“No, don’t be. I was the one who brought it up”, you assure him, forcing a smile to your lips, “now where were we? Let’s continue there instead of wasting our time with sadness.”

“I would like that a lot”, Taehyung says and he can’t stop his voice from shaking in excitement.

“Yes? Well, then I want to touch you again”, you say, running your hands along his torso, “you have such a beautiful body. Although you hate the dress, I think it makes you look breathtaking.”

Taehyung finds himself writhing under your touch, gazing eyes glued to your face and skin burning in sensitivity.

“May I touch you more?” you ask.

“Yes”, he says breathlessly, nodding his head slowly.

“Wonderful”, you smile, brushing your hands over his chest.

You are comfortably heavy on his lap as you sit down on it and Taehyung can feel the heat of your core against his thigh. The fabric of your dress is thin enough to make him know just how excited you had gotten as well. So that is the wetness he always read about, it feels like tempting fire on his skin.

“You look strong. Broad shoulders and a sculpted chest”, you observe, running your fingers along the parts of his body, “your tummy is beautiful too. Healthy and soft”, you praise, caressing each and every ridge of it.

Taehyung shivered with each touch. His stomach always felt most sensitive to touches and yours felt really nice.

“A good waist too. I like the feel of it under my fingers”, you say, squeezing it softly.

Taehyung laughs shyly, flinching just slightly.

“Oh?” you gasp and laugh, “I see that you are sensitive there”, you say, squeezing his waist again and eliciting a squeaked laugh from him. You squeeze his waist a third time, making him writhe and giggle. Then you stop, laughing with your nose scrunched up.

“You have a nice laugh, I like the sound of it”, you say, watching how his teary eyes fill with devotion.

You run your fingers up his side, making him flinch in anticipation. He even gasped and widened his eyes.

“Worry not, I won’t tickle you again”, you assure him, now feeling up and down his arms, “oh very strong arms too. I can tell you did a lot of work with them.”

Taehyung feels so breathless and dizzy. Now he truly understands the purpose of his dress. It is not so you could feel his body, but that he could feel your every touch. Or perhaps he is only telling himself that, because he is slowly losing his ability to think coherently. Oh how touch starved he was and how your every touch makes him feel so alive. He never wants this moment to end.

You place his arms above his head then, resting your weight on his wrists.

“Good wrists too, I like that I can close my fingers around them”, you say, drawing his arms together until you could hold them in one hand.

Taehyung intertwines his fingers in an instant, making your grasp even easier to do.

“Oh that’s wonderful. You already know what to do”, you gasp and lock eyes with him.

He nods his head, eyes filling with pride.

“That’s so good, oh you don’t even know how happy that makes me”, you gush, wiggling on his body excitedly before you lean down and pull him into a deep kiss.

Taehyung moans and shivers, arms hooking behind your neck in an instant. Your core is rubbing over his clothed length in this position. He knew that he was swelling even before you started grinding against him, but now it feels like someone had snapped their fingers and casted a magic spell on him to grow into his full size on command. He feels truly and utterly breathless, moaning into your mouth and running his hands down your body to grasp your hips instead. He can taste your own sounds of pleasure on his tongue, sweet just like the wine you offered him. And they make his head just as dizzy as the wine did.

You break the kiss far too soon for his liking, breathing heavily above him.

“I can feel that you have hardened underneath me. Were it my touches or did your body take its natural course?”

Taehyung cups your cheek, cleaning his lipstick off your lips.

“You bewitched me”, he confesses in a sigh.

“Yes?” your eyes fill with happiness, “well, you have charmed me just as much.”

Taehyung smiles.

“Oh how lovely your smile is”, you sigh, “don’t ever stop showing it to me.”

“I, I will try”, Taehyung stutters. You think him so beautiful. Your kind words and tender touches are proof enough for him. Oh how he wants to cry in happiness.

“Tell me, Taehyung”, you say then, resting your hand over his racing heart, “can I unveil what is hidden behind the golden fabric?”

His heart skipped a beat. He feels so nervous again.

“Y-yes. Please be careful with it”, he whispers, voice barely audible.

“Of course I will”, you say, “look.”

You roll off of him for only a moment to enrich yourself with a golden bowl filled with warm oil. You place it, along with a wooden tray, on the bed.

“The oil will help me touch you better”, you explain, “do you have such bowls on the Snow Isles?”

He shakes his head, sitting up so he could look at it better. The bowl was resting above a small candle and in it a small, golden spoon was resting. He had never seen such a beautiful bowl before and he liked it quite a lot.

“Well you see, the candle is keeping the oil warm so it feels most wonderful on your skin”, you explain and fill the spoon with the liquid, “here, uncover your thigh I will let you feel it.”

Taehyung pulls his dress up until it is bunched up just under where the golden fabric starts. You place your hand on his thigh and lock eyes with him.

“I will pour the oil on you now”, you say and Taehyung finds himself nodding his head.

You do it slowly, watching how his face changes in surprise before pleasure replaces it. You rub it in once you have placed the spoon back in the bowl, drawing big circles with your thumbs.

“It feels so very nice, doesn’t it?”

“Yes”, he sighs, watching your fingers with half-lidded eyes. He had never felt such warmth before. He grew up with an ever present cold in his bones. The twenty nights at his new home removed some of the cold, but in the deepest fibres of his body it still remained. Having the oil on his skin and your tender fingers spreading it slowly, warms even the most hidden parts in his bones.

You pick up another spoon of oil, letting it trickle over his other thigh. Taehyung gasps at the sensation, parting his legs. You touch him then, rubbing your palms up and down his inner thighs as you watch his face for a reaction. He has his eyes closed and brows knitted, pink lips parted in silent moans.

“You have strong thighs too, muscular. You must have ridden many horses in your life”, you observe, drawing further up his thighs, “I can already see myself sitting on them on many occasions”, you add, playing with the edge of the golden fabric.

“You can”, he sighs, parting his legs further. Your touches feel so good that he doesn’t feel scared of you touching his length anymore.

And so he arches his back and rolls his hips up, tilting his head back and hoping that you would understand. You do, drawing the golden veil of his innocence back and revealing his length to your eyes. He feels himself twitch at the sensation of being freed, chest rumbling in a moan.

“It is exactly like they say”, you murmur and your voice carried an emotion unknown to him. Was he too impatient? Was his excitement to be unveiled by you misplaced?

Taehyung looks at you, gnawing on his lower lip in nervousness. This is the moment he feared the most, the deciding moment if you continue to desire him or not. The moment which decides if he will be deemed a worthy husband or if he has to welcome a life of touch starvation and having to listen to you find your pleasure with other men. Many of his friends lost that moment and he is scared that he would be one of them.

You however seem hypnotised by his length, lips parted and pupils dilated.

“What do they say?” he asks shyly.

“That men of the Snow Isles are blessed by the goddess of fertility”, your eyes meet in a hazy gaze, “so not all rumours are actual rumours.”

“So I am worthy?” he asks.

“Yes, oh how worthy you are. It is remarkable. Perfect in length and girth. Oh, the veins feel wonderful as well”, you say, touching his length as if you wanted to inspect it. Your fingers were still covered in the oil, making them slip up and down easily.

Taehyung can’t help but moan your name, stomach clenching with every touch.

“I see that it is also very responsive”, you say with a hungry gleam in your eyes, “I can see myself enjoying many hours of exploring your every reaction.”

Taehyung twitches in your fingers and grasps the sheets. He knows that he shouldn’t enjoy this moment of his wedding night so much. You were still inspecting him and getting a feel of him. He was being tested, nothing more.

You touch his balls then, cupping them in your hand and rolling them gently.

“Mhm, good. Big and healthy. I am sure that they are able to produce many children”, you observe.

Taehyung gasps and parts his lips. You sneak a glance at his face. His cheeks are heated, his eyes squeezed shut in bliss.

“And they are sensitive too”, you add, rolling them between your fingers as you jerk off his length.

He bucks his hips up and groans.

“I see that you are enjoying this, am I correct?”

“Can, can I like this?” he gasps out, tensing his lower tummy.

“Yes, of course you can. That is why I am touching you.”

He moans and shivers uncontrollably. As if your words gave him permission to truly relax.

“I like this very much”, he confesses breathlessly, rolling his hips up to chase your warm touch.

“Very good, I must remember this for later”, you say and abandon his balls to draw your touch further down his body. You circle your finger close to his private spot, staring at his face for his reaction.

Taehyung opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling. This was the second moment he feared the most. The discomfort of his servants cleaning him is branded into his mind. He knows that every man goes through this moment and that he shouldn’t feel shame about it, but he does.

“I want you to take off your gown for the next part”, you tell him.

Taehyung obeys in an instant, slipping it off his body with shaking fingers. It is not the act of baring himself to you, which makes him shake, but the thought of what would come next.

“Oh you are so wonderful to look at”, you gush, running your hands along his body. From his torso down to his legs until they reach his length. You pick it up between your fingers, gliding them up and down his shaft. You linger on his flushed tip each time you reach it, drawing circles on his wet slit.

“How do you like this?”

Taehyung shivers at the touch and for a moment he forgets all about his near future.

“A, a lot”, he gets out.

“That is good to hear. You are so reactive, it is so wonderful”, you say and place your hand on his waist.

You roll him to his side and pull his leg up, careful not to hurt his length. Taehyung is clutching the pillow in an instant, eyes glued to a spot on the ground. His stomach is aching in nervousness.

“You mustn’t fright”, you whisper, caressing his spine, “I am not as tactless as your servants were. I will use oils to make it feel good.”

“I understand”, he whispers, clutching the pillow in his arms tighter.

He can hear the clinking of metal and the stirring of a bowl. Then another little clink. Your hand touches his hip first then he feels the warm, calming trickle of oil on his skin. He tenses up at the sensation, despite enjoying it a lot. He feels how the oil runs down his buttocks, how it leaves a tickling sensation in its wake. Then your fingers join the sensations, spreading the oil all over his behind and lower back.

You roll circles on the dimples of his back first, loosening up the tension he is carrying.

“Your back is good too. I can see that you are a strong warrior. Even as you are laying here, your shoulders carry muscle”, you say, running your thumbs along his spine.

Taehyung closes his eyes and sighs. He had always had pain in his back and on most days he was used to it. Your touches however, healed him.

“Mhm, you have a lot of tension in your muscles however. It must have been quite the exhausting journey”, you observe, using more oil to massage his back. You do so gently, but with enough pressure to loosen up his muscles.

“It was alright.”

“Taehyung, no lies.”

“Yes, it was exhausting. I missed home most of the times”, he confesses just as you had pressed your thumb into an especially tense spot. It was as if your touch told him that it was safe to share even the deepest secrets inside of him.

“I see, it must be really hard to leave home”, you say and sigh.

You lean down then, stilling your touches to kiss his neck instead. Taehyung doesn’t quite know what to make of it, feeling so close to tears and yet wanting to hold back for the sake of you.

“I hope that I am able to be your new home from now on. I promise you, I will make it a really safe and loving home”, you whisper against the shell of his ear.

“Thank you”, he breathes, thanking the pillow for hiding his tears.

You however had seen them, watching them roll down the slope of his nose and feeling heavy in your chest whilst doing so. And so you kiss his cheek over and over again until the even last tear soaked his pillow.

And Taehyung knows that you had realised that he was crying. He feels ashamed and yet deep down he felt so accepted. You had let him cry and found no disgust in it. Quite the opposite, you gave him comfort.

“Thank you” he whispers, “for being so kind to me.”

“You mustn’t thank me, that is what I swore to myself”, you say and kiss his neck, continuing your back massage.

“You make me feel so good”, he confesses.

“I am glad that I do”, you whisper.

“And safe too”, he adds, voice barely audible.

You smile against his neck, “that makes me happy. You are safe with me.”

At that Taehyung found himself smiling, heart beating so quickly that he feared it would break through his ribcage.

You straighten up then, running your hands along his spine until they meet the swell of his behind. You begin touching him and you do so gently, slowly, knowing very well that he needed it. You could have gone fast, get over the examination phase as quickly as possible so you could get your pleasure. Most of the women you know, would have done so, wanting their pleasure before the comfort of their husband. It would have been acceptable for you to rush it and yet you don’t want to. You aren’t even so sure anymore if this was you examining your husband or you simply wanting to touch him.

Yes, you haven’t known him for a long time and as of tonight, you haven’t even known his voice, but watching him sit by his window and watch the sea was enough for you to draw your heart in. Now that you have him bared to your eyes, you want to bask in the moments for as long as possible.

“A good behind as well”, you praise, squeezing it between your fingers, “impressive if I am being honest. Full and round, nice to the touch.”

He feels new oil trickle down on his skin, making him sigh and roll his hips into the mattress. You spread it on his behind, making sure not to leave anything out. You part him with one hand, rolling slow circles on his hole with the other. His heart begins racing. Taehyung has to realise that this right here was not even close to what the servants did to him. This right here felt nice, it made him warm inside and made his stomach tingle.

“The oil makes it feel so much nicer, doesn’t it?” you ask, massaging not only his spot most private but also his length. Your hand moved slowly, lingering on his favourite parts just perfectly. The oil was warm and made your palm glide over his skin. And Taehyung felt himself squeezing the pillow in bliss with every touch.

“Yes, the oil is good”, he sighs, arching into your touch.

“That is good, keep your hips just like this”, you encourage him, paying more attention to his rim. Slow and precise circles, the kind he never felt before but found himself enjoying a lot.

Taehyung stays still, holding his breath. He knows that the breach will come any second now and while he is still nervous, he doesn’t dread it anymore. Perhaps a part of him was even a little excited for it.

You put pressure on his hole and push gently until he finally opens up and swallows up your digit. He groans, fingers tightening on the pillow once again. It burns more than he thought it would.

“Easy to slip in, tight and warm. Very nice”, you say, pushing again so he would swallow you up all the way to your second finger joint.

He shivers and whimpers, eyes squeezed shut. It feels more uncomfortable than he thought it would. Perhaps it is because his thoughts drifted back to his servants cleaning him and his body tenses up in memory, but your finger felt like an intruder.

“I feel you tightening", you observe, stilling your finger, “are you hurting?”

“No”, he was speaking the truth. He wasn’t hurting, he just felt breached in an uncomfortable way.

You caress his buttocks and push again. Taehyung gasps and tenses, grinding his teeth. You stop, rubbing your palm up and down his lower back.

“I know something”, you begin, watching his face in worry, “something that will make you enjoy it very much.”

“W-what?” he chokes out.

“I will have to go inside all the way”, you say.

He hesitates for a moment before he nods his head. He feels too curious to deny you.

“Very well”, you say and push.

Taehyung gasps your name, hips fleeing from the breach whilst at the same time chasing it. Then you are buried inside of him, feeling his warmth around your finger. It feels unfamiliar but not uncomfortable anymore, Taehyung finds himself getting used to it by the second.

“I have to do this now”, you explain, curling your finger.

That felt different. Different but good. Taehyung hopes that you would do it again so he could see if had just imagined it.

You curl your finger again and again and then once again. Then suddenly, Taehyung’s fingers loosen around the pillow and his eyelids relax. You curl your finger again, doing so again right afterwards.

“Oh…” Taehyung gasps, craning his neck to stare at you in shock.

“It feels nice, doesn’t it?”

“Is, is this s-still my e-examination?” he stutters.

“No, you passed it a long time ago. I want to make you feel good now, you can enjoy it. Or don’t, then we can do something else”, you say, curling your fingers repeatedly the entire time you are speaking.

Taehyung moans and lets his head fall back into the pillows. He changes his position just slightly, arching his back to present himself to your hungry eyes better.

“Don’t stop”, he chokes out.

“I won’t”, you promise him.

Taehyung had never figured that he is supposed to enjoy this. Or better, that he can enjoy this. But he does, he enjoys it a lot, just as much as he enjoyed your hands on his length. It is warm and gentle and makes his toes curl each time you wiggle your finger. And soon he finds himself basking in it with his mouth agape and his eyes closed in bliss, gifting you his sweetest moans.

“I find a lot of enjoyment in this”, you say, watching him shiver, “many of my friends find boredom in touching their husband. I must say-”, you pause to listen to the breathy whimper he lets out. You curl your finger again, feeling him clench around you and hearing him moan, “-I find enjoyment in touching you.”

Taehyung had wanted to answer you, but finding it unable to do so, panting heavily with his stomach clenching in pleasure.

“Perhaps it is because I find your body very enjoyable to look at or perhaps I really love the sound of your voice”, you say, basking in the high-pitched gasp an especially good curl of your finger forced out of him, “but I find honest pleasure in touching you. I know I do, because I can feel how wet I am between my legs.”

Taehyung also finds himself wet between his legs. He knows that his swollen length had spilled his excitement all over the sheets. He didn’t even know that he could leak like this, but he is glad that you helped him discover this about himself. It makes him greedy for more. And so he uses all the strength in his shaking knees to lift himself up, pressing himself closer to you and watching his excitement drip from his hard length.

“I feel like I don’t do anything like this”, you say, missing the tightness of his warmth around your digit.

“Try a second one”, he tells you breathlessly.

“Oh? How exciting. You must be really sensitive inside”, you say and giggle happily, “I will try it out.”

You stop moving for a moment, making Taehyung groan a second later when you pour warm oil all over his rim and your fingers.

“I know, the oil is so lovely”, you say.

“Yes, the warmth makes me shiver”, he sighs, making you rub your legs together.

You press your middle finger against his hole then, gasping when not even one breath later you slip inside. Taehyung is gasping too, twisting the sheets and feeling his stomach convulse in pleasure.

“Oh you are so tight again, I can feel how you are clenching around me”, you say, voice carrying arousal.

“Don’t….stop….” Taehyung sighs, closing his eyes and burying his head in the pillows. He struggles with breathing, but he knows that no matter how he would be resting, air would come sparse for him either way. He had never in his life felt that wonderful before. Not when he touched himself in the secrecy of an ice cave to see what he had to expect from his wedding night. Not when he later rubbed himself against his mattress as he practiced how he would have to pleasure you. And not when just last night, the night before his wedding night, he did one last examination to make sure that he was presentable for you.

Nothing however, could have prepared him for the wonderful sensations you would give him.

“I, I feel different”, he chokes out, almost ripping the sheets.

“Different how?”

“Tighter, warmer”, he moans and arches his back, “every touch feels like a sorceress casts a spell on me.”

“Oh?” you study his body, curling your fingers rhythmically.

He shivers with every touch, muscular back heaving up and down in quick pants and voice ever so often breaking as he moans.

“I see! You want to release!” you blurt out, laughing afterwards, “oh, that is great. That is wonderful, I didn’t think that I could get you to that point.”

“Release? No, no”, he gasps and flees from your touch, “no, I must release inside of you. That, that is my duty.”

“Don’t flee”, you force his hips back into the mattress and bury your fingers inside of him again, “you are young and healthy, I know that one climax won’t disenable you.”

Taehyung whimpers and squeaks, clenching his jaw tightly. Your hand on his hip is guiding him over the mattress, forcing his sensitive length to rub against the sheets. Your fingers inside of him feel so much thicker now that can’t arch anymore. The curls of your digits feel so much more intense.

“Please stop, oh please. I will climax. Please stop”, he begs, tears running down his face.

“That is what I want you to do”, you answer him.

“No, no my duties! My duties!” he pleads, voice squeaky.

“Your duty right now is to climax around my fingers”, you say, curling them quickly, “so fulfil it.”

Taehyung sobs and feels his body convulse. Perhaps your fingers really enchanted him. Such pleasure must be of magical nature. His voice breaks as he tries to moan your name and then he breaks, losing the fight against his will to fulfil his duties and giving in to the temptation to let himself feel wonderful. And he is glad that he did, because he had never felt that wonderful before.

“Oh that is- oh, yes, oh”, he moans breathlessly, quaking like he had never done before. And you watch him the entire time, curling your fingers and pressing his hips down into the mattress.

Once his body quakes in overstimulation, you pull out of him, wiping your fingers on the sheets. You caress his back afterwards, watching how it moves up and down in his recovering breaths. You do so until he flips on his back all on his own, gazing at you with his stomach covered in his release.

“Was this enjoyable for you?” you ask, playing with his release mindlessly.

“Yes”, he breathes, voice still quiet in awe. You touched him. You examined him and it felt wonderful.

“You were remarkable to look at”, you say, “I didn’t know that you could shake that much.”

Taehyung wanted to answer you, but found himself unable to do so. He feels changed. He feels different. Not scared or confused or home sick, like he did ever since he left home. He feels happy. He feels happy and he knows that you were the reason for it. And he also knows that perhaps it was silly of him to think in such a way, after all you barely knew each other. But he couldn’t stop himself from feeling happy and thinking to himself that he had never felt such a deep connection with anyone before.

“I want you to touch me while you recover”, you say then, ridding yourself of your gown and throwing it on the floor.

Taehyung was given no time to bask in your beauty as you already rolled off of him and laid down on the mattress beside him. Your head was propped up on two pillows, your hands were resting by your sides and your legs were slightly parted.

Taehyung sits up and makes himself comfortable close to you, keeping his hands on his lap and gazing down at you with total devotion. You were so beautiful. So incredibly beautiful.

You meet his gaze with a playful smile. His long hair had fallen out of the hair needle most messily and you find yourself liking the view quite a lot.

“What shall I do?” he asks.

“I want you to pour the oil over my body and then touch me until you have my favourite spots memorised.”

Taehyung nods his head obediently, reaching for the oil. He stirs it, watching the lights of the surrounding candles reflect in it. It smelled like vanilla and almonds, Taehyung really liked that smell.

He fills the spoon with the golden oil and moves to hover it above your torso. His heart is racing oh so much and as he finally tilts the spoon enough for the oil to trickle down onto your skin, he finds himself holding his breath.

You shiver and gasp, eyelids fluttering as you felt the warm oil run all over your chest. It tickled and before you could bask in the sensation, Taehyung poured yet another spoon full of oil on your skin. It pools by your navel, golden and warm.

He places the spoon back in the bowl then, sitting down on your lap so he could have better access to your body.

“Can, can I say how beautiful I think you are?” Taehyung asks almost fearfully.

“Yes, you may never hold back on your compliments”, you say.

“Then...I think you are beautiful”, he whispers, “your curves are nice, like soft hills in a pretty landscape or gentle waves when they hit the shore on a calm day.”

You found your heart fluttering at his words.

“You have such poetics in your heart, I like this”, you say, eyes filling with warmth.

He seems to shy away under your gaze, eyes lowering and cheeks heating up.

“Go on then, touch me”, you encourage him.

“Yes, oh yes of course”, he stutters, straightening up.

He touches you then, spreading the oil on your stomach all over your skin. You sigh and settle back in the pillows. You keep your eyes on him, finding enjoyment in the way he was mesmerised by your body.

He runs his thumbs along the ridges of your stomach and the curves of your sides, realising that the spots close to your navel were most sensitive. He draws swirls and circles on said spots, earning himself content sighs from you.

Then he took the oil and spread it along your ribcage, right where your lungs lifted it each time you breathed in deeply. You shiver at the touch, body drawing closer to his touch.

“That is so good what you are doing”, you sigh, closing your eyes.

Taehyung felt bewitched. Your body fit so perfectly into his palms, your skin was so soft and silky under his fingertips. He knew that a womans body felt like what touching heaven feels like. So exciting that it draws you in. He read about the sensation of it in his books. And yet he had to realise, just as he felt the swell of your breasts under his fingertips, that no book in this world could have prepared him for it. It was like magic.

“You are so wonderful to touch”, he whispers, eyes flitting up to meet yours.

You seem dazed, lips curled into a lazy smile and eyes half-lidded. Taehyung felt heat rise to his cheeks and his throat close up in excitement. He cups your breasts in his hands and squeezes them softly, watching how it lifted your chest in an excited gasp. And so he repeated the touch, rolling his thumbs slowly on top of that.

“You have the perfect hands for holding me”, you sigh, closing your eyes again, “the way you touch me excites me.”

Taehyung felt how your nipples hardened against his palms and watched how goosebumps littered your chest and he liked it. Oh how many nights had he spent awake as he worried about his duties as a husband. He wondered if he could ever come close to the abilities he read about in his books.

He knows that it is far too soon to say, but deep in his stomach there sat a feeling that perhaps all those worried nights were of no use.

He circles his thumbs over your hardened nipples, eliciting a sighed moan from you. He had wanted to ask you if what he is doing is pleasing you, but he stayed silent, leaning down to kiss your neck instead. And it made you shiver in pleasure, fingers grasping his waist and head rolling to the side.

“Oh Taehyung you touch me so well”, you choke out, basking in the trail of open-mouthed kisses he leaves on your skin.

And Taehyung felt himself grow confident. So he left the comfort of your lap and laid down beside you, keeping close so your skin was touching his. He continued kissing your neck and just his fingers took on a new path. They followed the ridges of your ribcage and swirled down the curves of your stomach until he felt the softness of your thigh between his fingers.

You part your legs with an excited moan, whispering his name in encouragement. And so he continued, painting your inner thigh with gentle touches until the heat of your core was greeting his fingertips.

He halts.

“Touch me”, you encourage him.

“I’m nervous”, he confesses.

“Nervous?” your eyes met, “what is there to be nervous about?”

“I want to impress you, but what if I fail?”

You touch his chest and smile softly.

“You haven’t failed up until now. I know that a man like you won’t disappoint.”

“A man like me?”

“Beautiful and gentle”, you sigh and cup his cheek, “it is no coincidence that you became my husband. I heard stories about you. Taehyung of the Snow Isles, the gentle prince with the heart of gold. It piqued my interest and so I sent letters to your mother to ask for your hand in marriage.”

“I did? You did?” he whispers, lowering his eyes.

You make him look at you again, running your thumb along his cheekbone.

“So touch me without worry in your mind. I have already decided to have you as mine.”

Taehyung’s eyes softened, his cheeks lifting as he smiles with shyness in his gaze. He was yours already, you decided that he was. How happy he felt.

“May…” he swallows his nervousness down, “may I use more oil for it?”

“Yes that sounds quite lovely. See? You are already doing the right things.”

Taehyung couldn’t help but giggle. He felt so happy inside. He did something right. He leaves the warm spot next to you and claims the spot between your legs, sitting on the sole of his feet. He stirs the oil and guides the spoon over your lower stomach, letting it trickle down slowly.

You are writhing with every drip of the oil, feeling dizzy in your head. You wanted to close your eyes and yet at the same time you wanted to keep them on your beautiful husband. It was quite the predicament and said predicament grew when you finally felt his fingers on your body. He touches your lower stomach and pubic bone first, spreading the oil in slow circles. Each touch made breathing harder to do. Then he drew further down your body, massaging the parts right next to your core. He does so slowly, taking his time. And as you were resting on the mattress and feeling short of breath, he was gazing at your middle and felt his stomach tingle with every new inch he explored. When touching your breasts felt like what touching heaven felt like, then touching your warmth felt like what touching home felt like. Welcoming and once you have found your way inside, it is hard to leave.

So he drew closer, spreading the oil on your soft core. The most sensitive parts inside he still left out, perhaps still feeling a little nervous to do so.

“Oh Taehyung”, you sigh, parting your legs, “that is sweet torture.”

“Is it pleasing you?”

“Yes, it is and yet I want more”, you answer him, rolling your hips up.

“I understand.”

You wanted more. Taehyung wasn’t allowed to feel scared anymore and so he allowed his pointer finger to escape its given path, parting your folds with it. You flinch and gasp, eyes falling closed in an instant.

“You are so wet. Did I do that?”

“Yes, yes you did”, you whisper, keeping your lips parted afterwards.

He feels so good. His worries were of no use. He will be a good husband to you, he is able to send wetness to your heat.

He parts your folds with his fingers, drinking in the view of your beautiful core. Then he touches you with his other hand, exploring every inch of you with soft and slow touches.

You feel yourself shivering with every touch, breathless and dizzy. The gentleness with which he touches you makes your skin so sensitive. While fast touches can slowly melt into one sensation of warmth, his precise touches feel like bolts of electricity each and every time. No touch is better than the other, each of them makes your toes curl and your fingers twist in the sheets.

Your favourites were his slow circles to your sensitive bundle of nerves. And while this was very contradictory to what was said before, it was also the truth.

“Taehyung, oh dear Taehyung you touch me so well”, you moan, meeting his slow rolls with eager grinds.

“I enjoy it so much”, he lets you know, “I feel like I am doing magic.”

“You are, I feel enchanted by you”, you sigh, feeling your back arch as his thumb glides over your clit repeatedly.

He had realised that the spot he is currently touching was your favourite. While your other perfect spots made you sigh, this one made you moan. And he liked hearing you moan, it sounds sweet to his ears and makes him feel desired. Taehyung realised that feeling desired is a nice emotion to feel. He continues rolling his thumb on your bundle of nerves, exploring your lower spots with two of his fingers.

“May I go inside?” he asks, teasing your entrance with his digits.

“Yes”, you allow him, rolling your hips up to meet him.

He glides in easily, unable to stop his lips from parting in a surprised gasp. You were even warmer inside than you were outside and oh heavens, the nectar of your pleasure felt even wetter on his fingers. He moves his long fingers in and out of you slowly, rolling his thumb over your clit as he does.

“No, curl them instead”, you stop him.

“Like this?” he asks, doing what he deems to be the right thing to do.

“Yes! Oh yes”, you gasp loudly, twisting the sheets.

“I would have never figured I must do this instead”, he says, feeling mesmerised by your pleasure filled face.

You gasp for air and roll your head to the side, brows knitted in bliss.

“It is like with you, it felt the best for you when I curled my fingers”, you choke out, moaning afterwards.

Taehyung presses his legs together and forces down a moan. The reminder of what sensations you granted him just moments before, make his stomach clench. If you feel the same sensations than he did, then oh how happy he is for you. And he is proud too, proud to be the one who is able to provide you with such pleasure.

“I don’t ever want to stop”, he confesses, watching your wetness soak the sheets.

“But you must”, you croak, “you must before I break.”

You became tighter around his digits, pulsating each time he curls his fingers. He furrows his brows in confusion. He doesn’t understand why you would want him to stop when he could make you feel so good.

“Stop now”, you blurt out, “stop.”

Taehyung stops, allowing you to pull his fingers out of you by his wrist.

“Why are you denying yourself your climax?” he asks with confusion in his voice.

“Because I am confusing woman”, you say, sitting up. You close the distance between you and him, placing your hands on his shoulders. Taehyung found himself having to swallow at the madness in your gaze. You turn him and you, using the momentum to force him down onto the mattress. Taehyung groans, feeling short of breath. You hover above him a second later, soiling his thigh with your wetness and holding his wrists above his head. His long, raven hair is spread on the mattress messily, a few strands are sticking to his face.

“I am confusing and perhaps a little greedy. As much as I enjoy your fingers, I don’t want to waste my climax on them”, you rasp, reaching down to wrap your fingers around his semi-hardened cock.

Taehyung gasps and widens his eyes. Your touch is fast. Not gentle and hesitant like it was before, but fast and hasty.

“Oh, oh, ah, oh”, he moans, brows furrowing more and more. He will harden if you keep touching him in such ways and the fire in your eyes is enough to let him know that this is exactly what you expect from him.

“I want to have your length inside of me when I climax. I couldn’t stop thinking about it as you pleased me with your fingers. I kept wondering how it must feel like to be filled up by you”, you explain, rubbing your warm core up and down on his length.

Taehyung finds himself mewling at the sensation, holding your hips not to guide you but to ground himself. You are so wet against him, your skin was so soft and warm and your movements were so perfect.

“You have finally hardened”, you observe, rolling circles on your clit with the heated tip of his length.

“I’m burning up”, he pants, staring at you with hazy eyes.

“So am I. I won’t let you wait for long”, you say, keeping your promise as you finally sink down on him.

Taehyung yelps up, bruising your hips. He was wrong about everything. Not touching your breasts felt like heaven. Not exploring your core felt like coming home. Burying his length inside of you felt like both of those things. Like heaven and home. Exciting and addictive and yet at the same time welcoming and like you never want to leave again.

“Oh that is even better than I imagined it to be”, you moan, throwing your head back, “you fill me up perfectly”, you add in a sigh, rolling your hips back and forth. You find support on his chest, marking it with a mixture of oil and your sweat. But Taehyung didn’t even feel your sweat, he was sweating himself, skin burning up from the pleasure you allow him to feel.

“Feels so good”, he moans, voice pitched.

“Yes?” you look at him.

His eyes are barely open, his pink lips parted in bliss and also his cheeks had gained a pinkish colour. He nods his head slowly, caressing your hips with every roll you grant him.

“Oh how glad I am, it is very pleasurable for me as well”, you say, closing your eyes and throwing your head back again.

You change your movements, abandoning the rolls to bounce up and down on his length. Not fast or sloppy, but deep and calculated. His fingers made you so sensitive inside and now you wanted to make sure that his perfect length will graze the spot with every bounce. And it does, making your toes curl and your core weeps in pleasure.

Taehyung felt like weeping too. His inexperience meant that his stamina was not trained enough. Oh he thought of everything when he trained himself, but not of prolonging his ability to grant you pleasure. He moans loudly, squeezing his eyes shut. It felt so good and he knows that he wouldn’t hold out for long anymore.

You had opened your eyes again, realising that his face was your favourite spot to look at. You watch as his tears of pleasure wash his eyeshadow away, painting black streaks of bliss on his cheeks. He looked mesmerising like this, so completely lost in the sensations you give him that he is creating his own artwork. But you also knew what that meant, his climax was close.

So you leaned down, taking his hands with you to place them above his head. He intertwines his fingers in an instant, keeping them close together.

“Look at me”, you order in a rasp.

Taehyung peels his eyes open slowly, whimpering your name.

“I know that you are close, I am too. So hold on just a little longer”, you whisper.

Taehyung parts his lips and forces out a quiet “yes”, nodding his head. His eyes are spilling over in devotion for you, sparkling in the candle lights.

You smile and squeeze his wrists.

“Your eyes are so beautiful”, you breathe, reaching between your bodies to rub circles on your clit.

It makes you clench around him and Taehyung finds himself closing his eyes again as loud moans stumble over his lips.

“No, no keep them open”, you order him.

Taehyung sobs quietly, forcing his eyes open with all his might. Your gaze makes him fear that he will never be able to escape from it, getting lost deeper and deeper in it until he feels dizzy in the head.

“That is better. You have such pretty eyes, I want to look at them while I climax”, you rasp.

“It feels so good”, he squeaks, hoping that his chance to let go will come soon.

“Yes, it does”, you agree in a moan, “I couldn’t have asked for a better husband.”

Taehyung moans your name, writhing underneath you, “I’m so close.” Your words were too much for him, his length is aching.

“Me too, don’t let go, look at me instead”, you order.

Taehyung’s vision is blurry. Like this you look like a phantom of his most beautiful dream, except that he knows that once his body doesn’t ache in pleasure anymore and he opens his eyes again, that dream will still be with him.

“Oh Taehyung that’s it. Yes, you will make me break. You will-“, your voice cuts off, instead high-pitched moans leave you as you shake in your orgasm. Your entire body floats on warmth, your legs are threatening to give up on you, your chest collides with his’.

“Climax with me, go on climax with me”, you pant, still quaking in your high and Taehyung wants to scream in relief.

He lets go in an instant, allowing his body to break down completely only to then get built up again by the warmth of his climax.

You rest on him in the time you and him recover, playing with his long hair absentmindedly. He is hugging you, tracing your spine with tired fingers. You and him are silent for a long time and when you finally speak it is still in quiet whispers.

“I have never felt like this before”, you confess.

“Me neither”, he agrees.

“It was magical.”

“Yes, it really was.”

You lift your head, meeting his adoring gaze.

“I hope that I was able to take your fears.”

“Yes, I don’t feel frightened anymore, just happy.”

“I am happy too”, you caress his cheek, “I am blessed with a skilled and beautiful husband. I am very excited for all the days we can finally spend together.”

Taehyung melts under your words, reaching up to touch your lips.

“I am excited too.”

You smile and Taehyung finds himself reciprocating it.

“Have you seen our castles orange trees yet?”

Taehyung shakes his head.

“Wonderful, I shall show you them tomorrow and you can tell me all about yourself. Perhaps we can even share a piece of chocolate while we are talking or enjoy an orange right from the tree?”

“Yes”, he blushes, “that would make me very happy.”

“Very well then, it is decided”, your smile grows and you rest against Taehyung’s chest again, “but for tonight lets rest, your body pleased me to the point of exhaustion.”

“Can I be held as we rest?”

“Yes, of course I will hold you.”

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wait what's the cheerleader wip??? SHES CHINESE??

the bastard wip is 42 pages long on google docs lmao here's a lil sneak peak, if anyone's interested i'll post the whole thing but like. idk it's not gonna get finished -- i got distracted

At the back of the lunch line, your fingers still slick from gym, you turned the pages desperately. Strider was the king of Gondor? Saruman had trapped Gandalf? This ring was the Ring of Power?

You notice Henderson next to you in line, and turn to face him.

“Hey,” you said, and watch as he jumped in surprise. You say your name, and raise an eyebrow. “From yesterday, in the library?”

“No, I know who you are!” he laughed, and nodded. “The cheerleader in the Tolkien section.”

“Yup. Henderson, that right?”

“Dustin,” he said. “Dustin Henderson. Freshman.”

You balance your tray on one forearm, and reach a hand out, careful not to spill the various beige foods resting there. “Nice to meet you, Dustin Henderson.” You tell him your name, and he gives your hand a quick, clammy shake. “You know, this book ain’t half bad.”

Dustin blinked again, and looked down at the battered copy of Fellowship. “You’re reading it?” he asked, eyebrows shooting up. “Where are you up to? Have you met Glorfindel yet? Do Balrogs have wings?”

You laughed at his excitement, and answered his questions one by one. “Council of Elrond. Yes. I don’t know yet, but I’ll tell you once I get there.” You sucked air through your teeth, grabbing a plate of lunch from the lady. “It’s really good, though. I loved the Tom Bombadil bit.”

At that, Dustin looked truly bowled over. “You. You loved the Tom Bombadil bit?” he demanded, and all pretense of being afraid of a cheerleader was gone. “Dude. No one loves the Tom Bombadil bit. The Tom Bombadil bit is the worst bit.”

You frowned. “I thought it was sweet. How Goldberry always waits for him. How he can vanish the Ring. How he saved them from Old Man Willow. I think he was exciting.” You looked down at him, for some reason feeling embarrassed by the way the literal child was staring at you. “...Is that wrong?”

He swang out of the lunch line, walking back out with you. “No, I guess. It’s just that no one likes that bit. Eddie says the plot just decides to stop there and die. Lucas skips it when he rereads it.”

“Which one was Eddie?” you asked, glancing over at the table Dustin was walking toward.

“Eddie Munson,” Dustin clarified, and jerked his chin to the oldest, the super senior with the ratty hair. “He runs Hellfire,” Dustin added proudly, and you jerked with surprise, staring down at him. This kid seemed way too sweet to get mixed up in all that.

“The cult,” you said, pressing your lips together.

Dustin wheeled around. “It’s not a cult!” he snapped. You blinked at him in surprise. “It’s just a gaming group. We get together. Tell stories. It’s fun.” He grinned up at you. “You might like it.”

You laughed softly. “I’m sure that’s how you get all your acolytes,” you said, and he flushed red. “Well. I’m glad you’re settling into highschool, Dustin Henderson. It’s never easy.”

He nodded, distracted by the fact that his friends were staring at them, now only a yard away from their lunch table. “It is when you’ve got Middle Earth,” he tells you, a shade too genuine, and you found yourself melting again. This kid was adorable. “Hey, Eddie!” he called, and you rear up in surprise. “She likes Tom Bombadil!”

The mane of hair flicks up, and you find yourself staring at the boy from the library. The dim lighting of the after hours T-section had done him no justice, you realised, as he leant back in his seat to get a good look at you. Wasn’t he warm in that double layered jacket? Wasn’t he uncomfortable in those too-tight jeans? You swallowed thickly.

“You’re already at Tom Bombadil?” Mike Wheeler demanded, and you clutched your tray, nodding. “You like Tom Bombadil?”

“I–” You fumbled for words. “I think he’s neat,” you said pathetically, giving a one-shouldered shrug. Eddie Munson is still staring at you, and you glance back toward your friends, who were starting to look at you with concern. You could feel a warm flush start at the base of your neck, and feel as though all of time has stopped to let you wallow in this embarrassment.

“Neat,” echoed Eddie Munson, and you bite your lip. “I mean, sure. If you like dull. Boring. Which,” he shook his cutlery like imaginary pom poms, and your blush deepens. “It looks like you do.”

You don’t like him. At all.

“He’s sweet,” you countered, milk carton wobbling dangerously on your tray. “Sure, it really tones down the tension, but it’s world building. It’s beautiful. It’s like this oasis of calm and gentle after being chased by the Ringwraiths through the Shire, and it reminds you of how big and unknowable the world is. Like it’s somewhere real.” You noticed them staring. “Plus, he saves them on the Barrow-downs. Which is helpful,” you end lamely.

Eddie Munson barked a laugh. “Aw man, Luthien. We were only teasing.”

You frowned. “My name is–”

“I know,” he said quickly, cutting you off. “Believe me, we know who you are. Goooo Tigers!” He shook his fork and knife again, and you giggle despite yourself. “Just find it a little weird that the head cheerleader of Hawkins High is reading Fellowship on her lunch break, is all.”

“Chrissy is head cheerleader.”

“I really don’t care,” he snorted, and you blinked at the shoot of anger those words sends down you. “The point still stands. What next, you gonna join Hellfire too? Wheeler here gonna become star quarterback?” His eyelashes flutter comically. “Aw, man, am I gonna be prom king?” He leaned back on his bench again, and shrugged. “Hell’s freezin’ over, huh, princess?”

“All I did was read your book, Munson,” you snapped, eyes narrowing. “What, you suddenly have copyright over all of Middle Earth, or something? Shocked that a cheerleader enjoys your little trilogy, too?”

“Shocked that a cheerleader can read,” he hit back, and you inhaled sharply.

“These freaks bothering you, Y/N?” asked a voice behind you, and you whipped around to see Jason, Chrissy loitering not far behind.

“No, I–”

“I believe,” Eddie Munson said, “she came to us. So if anyone is botherin’ anyone…” He trailed off, and you could feel your face go stop-sign red.

“I’m sorry,” you said to them, earnestly. “I really didn’t mean to, I’m taking up all your lunch.” You realised your voice was quivering. “Thanks for talking with me. There’s, uh, fifteen minutes to the bell, I hope you manage –”

“You don’t have to apologise to them,” Jason said, a hand landing on your shoulder. “Come on. Let’s get you back, before they put you in one of their freaky rituals.”

Eddie Munson waggled his fingers at you. “I’ve got a nice big pentacle I need a blood sacrifice for, Luthien, if you’re gonna stay and chat any longer.”

“Freak,” spat Jason, and you felt him pull you back. Your face burned.

As Jason led you away from the table and Chrissy clutched your hand, you heard Wheeler say, incredulously, “Did you have to be so mean to her, Eddie?”

“Never mind that,” Dustin added, “Luthien?”

“Shut it, Henderson.”

You were shy, and you were gentle. Being teased by Eddie Munson at lunch was definitely almost too much for you to handle. Years of traipsing through different schools had meant you’d had cruel adjustment periods, struggling to find your footing, and his dismissal of you, of everything you’d worked for, had made you sink back into yourself. You launched into Gawain for the rest of the day, swearing to yourself that you were going to make it if it was the last thing you did. You were getting out of this town, you were getting your degree, and no one was ever going to make fun of you ever again. Especially not Eddie Munson.

So when you saw him leant up against the side of your car, cigarette in one hand and look of contrition on his face, you froze.

“Luthien,” he said, in a voice that nearly bordered on a yelp. “Hey.” One hand came up to scratch the back of his neck, and your eyes zeroed in on the tattoos on his forearm. Oh. “Look, I’m sorry about lunch. I was nasty, and the kids really chewed me out on it.”

You nodded slowly. “You weren’t very nice, no,” you agreed, and he huffed a laugh.

“It’s just. It’s not that often cheerleaders come to sit over by Hellfire. You definitely gave all of us a bit of a surprise there.” He tapped at his cigarette. “We didn’t even know cheerleaders could read.”

“Yeah,” you said, voice hoarse. “I got that bit.”

“You guys just,” he fumbled for a moment. “You’ve never been very nice to us.”

“Not me,” you countered, but he waved that away.

“Systemic issue,” he said. “You’re still one of ‘em. They still make our lives hell. That’s how it goes.” He wrinkled his nose. “You’re kinda ruinin’ my apology.”

You laughed at that, lightly. “Sorry, Munson. Keep going.” His eyes flickered slightly at your laughter, and you smiled at him gently. “I’m enjoying this.”

“Anyway. I don’t think I own Middle Earth. I’m sorry I was an ass.” He smiled at you uncomfortably. “Apology accepted?” Eddie Munson smiled hopefully, and you felt yourself smiling back despite yourself.

“Go on, then,” you said, and he crowed happily, beaming at you. “Your kids are too cute for me to hold a grudge for too long. Henderson’s gonna be a heartbreaker.”

Eddie nodded, scratching at the side of his nose. “Him and Wheeler really ripped my ass a new one when they saw what happened,” he admitted. “They’re good kids. Saw the helpless damsel in distress and decided to take down the big bad dragon, friendship be damned.”

You nodded, watching the curl of his cigarette smoke go hazy in the evening light. “A fellowship,” you agreed, and he grinned at you again. Do that again, your brain hisses. Make him smile again. “How long you known them?”

Eddie frowned. “They only joined start of this year. Fresh meat, and all. I saw their lost, bewildered faces and the last drop of goodness in the dried up well of my heart needed to protect them.” He paused, and looked at you up and down, making you shift uncomfortably on the balls of your feet. “You’re new too, ain’tcha? I don’t recognise you.”

“Moved at the end of last year,” you said. “From California. I was in Texas before that. My dad moves around a lot for his job. Military, and all.”

He whistled lowly. “I’ve never even been out of state. Now that’s a proper journey.”

“Frodo style,” you agreed, and he laughed so loudly that you thought birds would fly from the trees. A small part of you wishes he would do it again. “It’s no that weird that I read, you know,” you said eventually, once a silence had settled.

“You’re a cheerleader,” he said dully, and you huffed.

“So? We’ve all got great grades. Mindy wants to become a vet. Danny’s getting a law scholarship.” You raised your eyebrows. “We’re pretty geeky, deep down.”

“Way deep,” Eddie said, but you could tell you’d unsettled him. “So, what, after cheer practice and beer kegs you all go back to Jason’s and watch Jeopardy, or something?”

You snorted again, and when you looked up you saw Eddie grinning at you. “Okay, maybe not all of us are geeks. But a lot of us. We’re not so different. If you prick us, do we not bleed?” You noticed him staring. “Uh. Shakespeare.”

“I know it’s Shakespeare. Maybe not so much a Luthien as an Erestor, then, I guess.”

Your eyes lit up. “I know him! He’s in the Council!”

“You’re at the Council?” he demanded, and you nodded excitedly. “You’re kidding. That chapter is, like, the longest thing ever. Favourite character?”

“Pippin,” you said, and you could’ve sworn he almost let out a squeal. “He’s just so cute, and funny, and I love the fact that everyone thinks he’s this little baby. I love Frodo, too obviously, he’s just so kind and knowledgeable, and when Glindor makes him an Elf-friend it was just such a… such a moment.”

He nodded, and then he looked at you, smile quirking the corner of his mouth. “You know, maybe that’s what you are.”

“A hobbit?”

He laughed loudly, and your heart fluttered for a moment. “Well, you could be, halfling. Nah, I mean an Elf-friend. An honourary member of Hellfire.”

You blinked. “Your cult?”

“We’re not a cult,” he said quickly, holding up his hands. “I swear. That shit on TV, it’s all made up. Look at me. Could I be a cult leader?” he demanded, and you put your hands on your hips, making a show of inspecting him. “Don’t answer that.”

You giggled. “Elf-friend it is,” you agreed, and held out your hand to shake. He took it, warm and wide, and you watched your palm vanish inside his. “Munson.”

He says your name, and winks. “Let me know where you get up to tomorrow,” he says over his shoulder as he walks away, and your eyes flitter down his back to the curve of his ass before snapping up to his hand as he waves goodbye. “Namarie!”

#eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson

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estcsy · 3 years ago

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what happened the first day I shifted to encanto!

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- CHAOS

- when I woke up I stabbed myself with a needle because I’m crazy (JUST TO SEE IF I WAS DREAMING OR NOT)

- dolores heard me and came to my room to see if I was okay

- poor girl for me with blood on my arm and then she started panicking

- I literally just started crying even more

- she was such a sweetheart </3 she let me hug/ hold on to her bc I was literally gonna pass out

- she yelled for isa to get some food for me but julieta wasn’t home, she was in town

- so they took me downstairs and started to look for some kind of bandage

- I started to get dizzy and I almost feel over but casita put a chair under me before I could

- luisa then came in and then she started freaking out bc she hates blood

- they sent one of antoñio’s birds to try and get julieta

- I was literally zooning out looking at the fruit in the middle of the table

- camilo came up behind me and hugged me completely failing to notice the state of DESTRESS that we were all in

- then he noticed the blood and he asked me what on earth I did to myself but I literally didn’t answer or look at him bc it felt like I couldn’t

- but he took matter into his now hands and made me look at him and then asked me again what I did

- when I tell you I deadass just STARED at him

- he was so worried I feel so bad oml

- isa found the bandages and camilo took me over to the sink to clean up my arm

- then they wrapped my arm and they asked me what I did

- again I couldn’t answer so I just stared at the floor and then I could feel my eyes watering again because they cared about me so much </3

- then antoñio wakes up to me and gave me a hug

- I was shocked but I hugged him back and then cried even more LMAO

- he told me he was sorry even tho he has no idea what was happening

- then julieta came back home and gave me some of her food and then I was better :D

- julieta gave me a hug and I felt so much better I literally love that woman

- this happened at like 9am so everyone else in the family was in the backyard setting up breakfast so they had no idea what was going on

- then dolores and isa took me to my room to help me get changed and do my hair

- isa told me I was so pretty and I almost fell to my knees to cry even more I’m being serious

- then she noticed and hugged me for a while MY HEART 〳 ‾́ ﹏ ‾́ 〵

- dolores did my hair into braids this day!

- then we went outside to eat breakfast

- I was still shaken up so everyone talked to me in a very quiet voice and they were so patient with me oml

- the whole time I was sitting on the table camilo was holding my hand

- camilo also offered to feed me because I wasn’t eating

- then julieta took me with her inside with a plate of food and asked me if I wanted to talk about it

- I didn’t know what I would say so I just said no and she was okay with that

- then she literally feed me the sopa she made and said that this reminded her of when I was a baby

- when I tell you I started to sob LMAO

- she literally put the plant down so fast and comforted me

- she hugged me and played with my hair and I was gonna go feral

- after that pepa came in to see if I was okay

- then pepa wiped my tears and kissed my cheek a lot of times

- after this bruno came in and mans had no idea what to do

- he asked me if I wanted to play soccer with me HAH

- pepa hit him on the back of his head and that made me laugh 💀

- it was our off day and I didn’t know what else I’d do so I said yes

- I learned that he was a really good soccer player this day

- he literally ROCKED MY SHIT

- his ankles don’t break ISTG

- it was actually really fun

- abuela and antoñio kept scores

- the game score was bruno: 12 and me: 6

- then when we were done he hugged me and gave me a head pat and said “I’m glad ur feeling better”

- the rest of my afternoon I was with mirabel and luisa!

- every night they made me sleep with someone else because they didn’t want me to hurt myself again

in conclusion this was the most I’ve cried in my entire life

#shifting #encanto #encanto x reader #camilo madrigal #camilo x reader #dolores madrigal #dolores x reader #mirabel madrigal #mirabel x reader #isabela madrigal #isabela x reader #luisa madrigal #luisa x reader #julieta madrigal #julieta x reader #pepa madrigal #pepa x reader #bruno madrigal

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theshitpostcalligrapher · 2 years ago

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Hello, local calligrapher, I have come bearing 3 requests, 2 of which may not be entirely original but I do hope they are.

1. "Not S&P Approved" has been approved by S&P.

Context is that video from Alex Hersh that's been circulating.

2. Each human can have 22 hydrogen bombs (as a treat).

Context is how plate tectonics debunk young earth creationism.

3. Why are there lightbulbs in my garden??

Context is that I found the metal pieces of some lightbulbs in my garden. For... Some reason?

Thank you for your services.

lmao i timed my last openaskbox so specifically, have this one good to go already

Askbox is currently closed as I work my way through these older asks

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sanzusbestie · 3 years ago

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can you do the black magic scenario with Mikey, Draken, and Sanzu? I love ur writing btw😭💕

♡ TR boys when their rival uses black magic on their s/o ♡ part 1/part 2/part 3

Pairings : Sano Manjiro x gn!reader, Ryuguyi Ken x gn!reader, Sanzu Haruchiyo x gn!reader

Genre : Fantasy, angst with happy ending

Warnings : Cussing, violence, drugs

A/n : Thank you so much ❣️ And tbh I'm really really surprised that these hcs are getting a part 3 lmao cuz when I was writing the first part I was like "omggggg I'm so sorry for you anon this is so bad" and then I was asked for a part 2 and now a part 3 ???? You made my day. Thank you for requesting and have a nice day ♡

Manjiro was so clueless at first and he already had a lot on his plate with Bonten's rival organisation

You were getting distant and reproaching him a lot of things everyday, things that you didn't care about before like how he fold the laundry

You pushed him away when he wanted to touch you, even just holding your hand

And you refused to sleep in the same bed

You were fine by yourself during the day but when he'd come home the evening you'd instantly start being a pain in the ass

But he didn't think too much on it

You were probably having a hard time and you'd open up in a few days, he thought

And he was right, you did open up

Only to tell him you didn't want him anymore

It was like he disgusted you and he could actually see it in your eyes

He wasn't surprised tho

Each person he really loved in his life left him at some point

So he was expecting this

He let you go

When Sanzu found out, he immediately went after you without telling Mikey

He tried but couldn't find anything on you

It was like you disappeared from the face of the earth

It took him two months to find you

You moved very far away from Tokyo

And nothing was in your name, neither your address nor your telephone bills, you didn't have a bank account

A b s o l u t e l y n o t h i n g

Everything was in the name of Aoki Osamu

He knew that name very well, it was their rival gang leader

He told Mikey everything before doing anything

"Why did you go after them ? You wanted to kill them ?" Manjiro asked

"That's not the most important thing right now, they're a traitor."

"Go near them again and I'll end you, Sanzu."

He acted like he didn't care but he was actually very intrigued so he went to see you himself

First, your new house gave him the creeps, there were a lot of weird amulets and other things around

Second, he suddenly felt so weak like he could faint at any moment

Third, when you opened the door, he was expecting you to say something like "why are you here, we're done"

Instead you said : "Hi, how can I help you ?" with a smile that wasn't yours

Like you never met him

He knew right away what was happening, he saw it happening to Ran's s/o

He took advantage of the fact that you were so naive to take you with him

But you weren't able to leave the house

No matter how hard you tried, your foot wouldn't step out

Worst is that you didn't seem to realise it

It was probably part of Aoki's plan, taking you far away and make sure you couldn't go out when he wasn't there

So he brought the witch to you

She told him that she couldn't lift the curse if the other was still alive

As if he planned to let him live.

He was getting tired of your bullshit honestly

He was the one that stepped back to give you some space to calm down

But you just wouldn't leave him alone

You kept following him and pestering him with no reason all day

You were so insufferable

He tried to be patient with you, he tried to be gentle, he asked you many times what was wrong

You'd answer with a so long tirade that he wouldn't understand a thing

He was pretty sure you didn't even know why you were so angry at him yourself

You were also suspicious of absolutely everything

He came home a few minutes later than usual ? He was definitely cheating on you

You didn't want to let him go anywhere without you

You were suffocating him

He supported your behaviour for weeks before he broke up with you

You told everything to one of your best friends that let you cry on her shoulder

But she started to grow more and more distant in her turn

Until she completely stopped being your friend

And soon after you found out that she asked Ken to be her boyfriend

It triggered something inside you, a rage towards him, even if you didn't know what he answered

So the next day you went to D.D shop, Inui was surprised to see you and even more when you said you wanted to talk to Draken but he couldn't exactly throw you away

He let you go the the back shop, where he was

You entered without making a sound, you didn't want him to notice

You took a wrench and discreetly made you way to him, his back was facing you

As you were about to strike his head, he turned around and took you by the neck not knowing it was you

The motion of his hand around your neck broke your necklace and made it fall

Your eyes changed and he let you go

"Oh my god, Ken ! I'm sorry ! I don't know what happened, I really don't want to hurt you !"

Draken never really thought anything about black magic or anything like that because he never thought it'd touch him, but right he couldn't help having some doubts

"Y/n, where did you got this necklace ?"

"Sakura offered it to me."

"Sakura, like Sakura your best friend ?"

It took you a few days to remember everything and when you did you kept apologising to him even if you didn't have to

Draken was really gentle and loving, but he could also be very frightening

And he made sure he was scary enough for that Sakura girl to never go around you ever again.

You two were doing just fine

Nothing changed in your relationship

But Haruchiyo was so worried about you

You kept complaining about headaches and body aches more and more everyday

He took you from hospital to hospital ever since

But they found nothing

He'd come home to you earlier and even took a few days

Seeing you like that, you who were so joyful, made him feel horrible, he couldn't leave you alone all day

But one night you scared him shitless

You woke up and walked around the bed to get to his side

And you kept on staring at him until he woke up

"What the f- Babe, what are you doing ?"

"Huh ?"

You seemed to wake up from your trance

"Just come back to bed."

When he confronted you about it the next day, you said that you didn't remember anything, that your headache was so bad that you didn't wake up all night

He blamed it on the pills

The next night was the same, and you told him again that you slept all night

The third night, he hugged you in an iron grip, determined not to fall asleep

But he did and the sight he was given when he woke up was a million time worse than the other nights

You weren't facing him anymore

You had opened the window and leaned over it

"Y/n ?" he said softly, he didn't want to scare you

You didn't hear him

Instead, you started to climb the window, as if you wanted to jump

He made his way to you very very slowly

And you suddenly turned your head to him

He almost ran away

Your eyes, they didn't have any color anymore

They were all white

But he couldn't just let you jump

His resolution of not scaring you was long forgotten as he quickly threw you away from the window and closed it

You jumped on him, well decided to- honestly he didn't know what you wanted to do to him and he didn't want to

You started to hit him and scratch his face while yelling

He even bled

He never once thought of using his drugs on you, but he had no other choice

Sanzu managed to take a syringe and injected you its content in the arm

He just wanted to calm you down a bit so he could look for a solution on the internet

But it did absolutely nothing

He ran away from the bedroom so he could send a voice message on the Bonten group chat

He only could say "Come quick" and you harshly took his phone and broke it with a strength that you never had

You even got your hands on one of his guns and he insulted himself for not hiding them better

Thankfully, he had the skills to dodge and to disarm you

A few minutes later, they were all there

They all held you back, all because of you monstrous strength, while Haruchiyo looked for some kind of witch on the dark web

After she lifted the spell, you never got any memories from that night

Turns out it's was the doing of Mucho's old girlfriend, taking revenge

He killed her with no hesitation.

♡

Taglist : @erishaitto

#tokyo revengers #sanzu haruchiyo #tokyo revengers x reader #haruchiyo sanzu #manjiro sano #tokyo revengers hcs #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyorev headcanons #draken #ken ryuguji #ryuguji ken #mikey #bonten mikey #bonten sanzu

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petiteyoon · 4 years ago

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Goose bumps — myg [M]

ATTENTION: if you’re a minor and/or uncomfortable with mature themes please don’t read... or do it, but I warned you.

Pairing: Yoongi x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, smut

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, not-so-innocent baths in a lake, no pull-out game lmao, kind of sex with a stranger?, cum play, light spanking, slight daddy kink (yg calls himself daddy like o n c e), cum eating, Yoongi is a shy boi at first but gives up easily <3 if you hate being called princess then i’m sorry

Word count: 3k more or less

Of course I am technically ✨L A T E✨ but I guess it was worth it (even if in my country it’s still the 9th) so,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR YOONGO BONGO💜🍊

I’m still getting used to writing those things so let’s pray that there’s nothing wrong here, hope you like it!

As you woke up you silently thanked whoever was up there for having such a sunny morning, compared to the storm you were surprised with the day prior, as you reached the camping site.

The situation at hand was unexpected and quite messy since you were sleeping in your camper with seven boys, five of them scattered on the couch or in the driving seats. But it was more fun that way, you guessed.

You were traveling with your best friends, Namjoon and Jungkook, when you saw five people standing on the side of the road, with their car nearby surrounded by a thin layer of smoke.

Assuming they needed help and since they were directed to the same destination as the three of you, you offered them a hand and brought them to the camping site with you in your camper.

You slowly got off the bed, tiptoeing towards the exit and careful not to step on any hand or foot. You opened the door and hopped down, feeling the fresh grass beneath your feet. Everything around was still quiet, the only sound that could be heard was the sweet chirping of the birds that populated the trees. The area was well covered by tall, green plants and a few sun rays slipped through their leaves, creating puddles of golden light on the ground.

Before cooking yourself something to eat, you went exploring a bit, finding a couple of cute bunnies near the place and beautiful flowers, until, a bit down the path, you found a little entrance that hid a beautiful tiny lake and without a second thought you went in.

It wasn't really deep so you decided to sit on the moss that engulfed the sides and corners of the natural pool.

After contemplating the nature around you, you slipped in the cold water and slightly moved your limbs in order to get used to the low temperature.

The place was well hidden by the plants and trees, only giving you another open spot on the other side, just to admire the mountains nearby and you allowed yourself to relax. Said mountains were clearly visible and they created a stunning landscape, giving you the possibility to clear your eyes from the dull cities full of skyscrapers.

It seemed like the place was settled on another planet. Spots like this were truly a rare sight and deserved to be protected from the rest of the Earth, you thought.

"What are you doing here?"

As you were absorbed in your own world, a deep and groggy voice spoke up, making you snap your head towards the intruder.

Yoongi stood there, standing on the border of the pool and keeping an eye close to you, a veil of curiosity was wrapped around his sleepy voice.

You took a big breath and slumped your shoulders, the brief tension already subsided. "I was just looking around… this place is beautiful" you contemplated, shifting your eyes towards the landscape again. You felt the water ripple and you just assumed that Yoongi slipped in with you.

"It really is" he breathed, the sound reached your ears quicker than you thought. Turning around, the boy was really closer than you imagined, but he didn't seem to notice because his eyes were settled on the rural view as well.

You slightly shifted, tightening your shoulders as goose bumps emerged on your skin. Yoongi sensed your stiffness right away and moved towards you. With his eyebrows bent in a frown, he asked you if you were cold but you quickly shook your head.

The cold wasn’t the cause of your goose bumps, Yoongi was. You were totally feeling at ease, but having him this close was kinda unusual.

Ever since you two met the other day, you observed how his eyes always lingered for a moment on your figure, how he was always out of words and much more shy when you talked to him. Maybe he was really introverted, you assumed.

But while you were thinking about his behaviour, you have to admit that deep down you briefly daydreamed about him being attracted to you, which would be the reason for his behaviour; and if that was the case you were surely flattered about the idea of a cute guy like him feeling that way towards you.

Another couple of minutes passed by in silence, enjoying the company of the other. Yoongi slowly moved towards you, still keeping his hands on the border and his head bent down slightly.

He pressed his lips together, his whole body screamed shyness and you could perfectly feel how nervous he was. You knew he was trying to tell you something but his throat was completely shut, making it difficult to swallow.

That was when you decided to take the matter in your own hands, "Is everything okay Yoongs?" you asked.

The nickname almost made him blush but he just nodded, without opening his mouth. Your question wasn't much of help so you just tried to put him at ease without any words, just resting your head on his shoulder, to see how he would react.

Yoongi felt like the world had come to a stop and as he realized how close you were. He just stood there, eyes automatically fixated on you.

His hands were tingling. He just wanted to hold you tight against him, but he had to control himself. He had been infatuated with you since the second he laid his eyes on you, but he still didn't know you yet.

He just slipped his right arm around your shoulders, finding a comfortable position to look at the landscape. You smiled a little, content with how he was cuddling you. Even if you met him just the other day, he seemed such a sweet guy and you felt as if you wanted to spend as much time as possible with him.

You closed the space between your bodies by inching closer and closer to him, until your face was buried inside his neck. You took a deep breath and your nostrils were flooded by the masculine scent of his cologne and this made you want to pull him towards you and engulf him in a tight hug, just to be blessed by his presence.

These thoughts of him kept racing in your mind and, as if you were possessed by an unknown force, you placed a hand behind his neck and brought him down to your level, suddenly pressing your lips against his.

Maybe you were being reckless but, hell, you wanted to taste those lips so badly.

For a moment he didn't move at all, totally taken off guard; but when the action processed in his head and felt your sweet lips against his, he finally gave in. His fingertips caressed your sides while he moved his lips on yours, enjoying their softness.

Your other hand found its way between his locks and lightly gripped them, earning a small grunt from him.

His chest was flush against yours as he subconsciously pushed your body against the border of the pond. You were trapped and the only thing you could do was wrapping your legs around his waist. After doing so, his body moved even closer to yours, if that was possible. You two were caught by a sudden passion that didn't let you separate from one another.

His tongue stroked your lower lip, asking for entrance. You swiftly opened your mouth and your tongues danced, wrapped around each other. That warm feeling made you feel tingles all over your body as you caressed the back of his head. After what felt like hours, Yoongi finally broke the kiss and looked at you deeply, contemplating what you had just done.

He regained himself and pushed himself off of you, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that" he blubbered, his head bent down again.

You felt your chest tighten for a moment, confused about why he was apologizing. Maybe he didn't want to do that? You were the one that pulled him in at first, maybe he just kissed you so you wouldn't feel rejected.

But as soon as he spoke up again, your doubts were cleared, "don't get me wrong,” he shook his head when he saw your worried expression “you're really beautiful and you seem a kind and sweet person. But I shouldn't have rushed like that" he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smiled at him, observing his face, and got closer to him once again, "Don't apologize, I enjoyed it" you whispered and licked your lips, "We can do whatever you want to do".

He sighed once he heard your words, still unsure about the situation. He had you on a silver plate and he was mere inches away from a good time or from something that could be deeper, as he let his mind daydream; but still, he didn't know you. Maybe you just wanted to use him for one time, and maybe he would even let you do that. The tension was strong and he couldn't make a decision: he could leave aside his morals for one day, or risk it all and try for something real with you.

Was it really worthy to give in so easily to a stranger? You occupied his mind since he saw you the other day and maybe he could really try and take action on his new feelings.

After thinking about it deeply, he lifted his head and watched you with a slight pained expression "I've known you for just one day, even less, but you already make me go crazy", so he conjoined again your bodies and kissed you.

The tension that built up inside you while waiting for an answer left your soul as soon as you felt his warm presence again against you. You didn't have time to reflect on his confession as you tightly wrapped your arms around his neck, lightly biting his lower lip and tasting him.

He sighed, his breath hot on your lips and you felt his fingertips brush your sides, slipping under your shirt. You unconsciously arched your back, giving him more access to explore your body. His cold hands gripped the flesh where your ribs were, picking you up and placing you on the border, with his hips in between your legs. A small whimper left your mouth as you felt his crotch push against your centre, pressing your nails into his shoulder blades.

His lips slightly turned into a grin, the sweet sound reaching his ears. Your moans were heaven to him and as he secured an arm around your waist, his other hand started to caress your thigh, slowly inching closer and closer towards the hem of your shorts.

Your heart was beating fast against your chest and it was difficult to breathe. His finger slid in your thin shorts that were soaked and clinging to your skin. He gently stroked your sensitive bud, earning another delicious moan from you. A new wave of pleasure washed over you as you felt hot pressure against your clit. He soon reached your entrance, he circled his fingers around it, collecting your arousal and teasing you. You broke the kiss and whimpered again while trying to catch your breath.

Your hips involuntarily pushed towards his hand, wanting just to feel his fingers in you, but before you could express your needs he removed his hand from your shorts and gripped at the hem of the clothing. Immediately taking the hint, you placed your hands on the hard surface and raised your hips, allowing him to take off your pants and underwear together.

His hand returned to its place as he rubbed the wet skin around your entrance, thanks to how wet you were, his finger dipped with ease in your heat, disappearing between your folds. The delicious burn made you cry out his name, throwing your head back, your nails scratching the ground at your sides.

Your hips slightly rolled with the movement of his hand, his face was buried in your neck, leaving wet kisses and bites that will surely leave a mark on your skin. Your hand reached Yoongi's locks, pulling them and making him groan against you, fingers pushing even deeper inside you and stroking your sweet spot.

You felt your orgasm approach quickly, a string of moans and whimpers left your lips. Yoongi's thumb pressed against your clit, circling it harshly and finally bringing you to the edge. Your hand gripped his hair even tighter and you cried out his name, legs shaking as a pang of pleasure exploded in your lower abdomen.

But Yoongi didn't stop, with his lips attached to yours, blocking your screams, he kept pistoning his fingers in and out of you, prolonging your orgasm until your shaky hand gripped his wrist, as you were too sensitive to continue.

He broke the kiss and brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting your sweet cum on his digits, "You taste delicious, princess" he spoke with his deep voice, planting another kiss on your lips.

You smiled at him in your post-orgasm haze, cheeks flushed with droopy eyes. "I should return the favour now, what do you think?" your legs moved closer to him on their own, and you found your hand already making its way towards his tummy.

He took your hand in his, shaking his head "I don't wanna waste time, I want to be buried inside you right now" he claimed, grabbing your arm and spinning you around, trapping you again between the ground and his waist.

You whined at his sudden action, but Yoongi didn't give you any time to understand what was happening as he brought his hand down your butt cheek harshly, a light smack reached your ears.

You moaned at the sudden contact, feeling your plump skin burn under his tight grip, "M-More… please," you cried out for him, feeling an unknown pleasure from what he was doing. You never minded that much, a bit of spanking was always there in your bed activities but Yoongi literally lit up a fire inside of you and you melted every time his palms touched your hot skin.

"Is princess that needy?" you could feel the smug grin in his voice, satisfied with the effect he had on you. You bit hard on your lip and pushed back your butt, nodding fervently. He quickly pulled down his pants, his warm cock now rested heavily against your backside as he stroked your cheeks.

However, instead of giving you what you wanted, he wrapped a hand around himself and pressed his tip in your entrance, without entering fully. You whined again, sick of all his teasing while you squirmed under him, desperate to feel him inside.

He blocked your movements with one hand and bent down towards your ear, growling "Stop being a brat, or else daddy won't give you the fuck that you deserve today" his teeth grazed the shell of your ear, biting it and finally pushing his length fully inside of you.

A loud moan left your throat at the sudden intrusion. Yoongi gave you some time to adjust as he wrapped his arm around your waist, "But for now I will let that pass, I don't wanna play games" as he said this, he began moving his hips. His thrusts weren't fast, but slow, deep and intense, making you feel at every movement that delicious stroke against your walls that almost made you go crazy.

You searched his hand with yours until you found it on your hip, and squeezed it. The tender gesture of holding hands was in stark contrast with the things he was doing to you. While his right hand was occupied with yours, his left one travelled towards your swollen bud, ready to give it again the attention deserved.

As his thrusts sped up, slamming his hips against you, his digits quickly worked their magic on your clit. "Yes…! Yoongi, oh my god," you mewled, the pleasure difficult to bear, "You're so big, it feels too good," you praised him, pushing your head back, trying to meet his thrusts.

You could hear him gasping from time to time, in sync with his dick coming in and out of you. Another wave of pleasure washed over you when you realized how strained he sounded, proud that you were making him feel this way.

His hips stuttered and the pace he was maintaining started to falter. You knew he was near the edge by the small grunts that left his glistening lips with every thrust and you were close as well.

As you finally managed to match with his thrusts, setting a new, hard pace, Yoongi dug his nails into your soft skin, "Fuck princess, you're squeezing me so tight" almost out of breath, he gripped onto you as if his life depended on it.

Another couple of quick, rough thrusts and he found himself slumping over you, whispering your name in a broken moan, right into your ear. You shuddered as you felt his cum coating your velvety walls, milking him as you reached your climax as well for the second time.

As the after waves of the orgasm wouldn't let your legs stop quivering, Yoongi squeezed his arms around you, keeping you close to him as he rested his head on your back, eyes closed and catching his breath.

You two stood there, without moving for a moment, your limbs slowly relaxing.

"That was amazing" he whispered with a raspy voice, getting off of you and caressing your arms. You smiled to yourself and nodded, agreeing with him without a single word, turning towards him and putting on your long-forgotten shorts.

Yoongi kissed your forehead with a foreign sweetness, enveloping you again in a warm hug. You closed your eyes and buried yourself deep into his chest as your mind slowly came back to reality. You glanced up, staring into his eyes and playing with your nails, you suddenly had many questions swarming inside your head but maybe… it was better not to open your mouth for now.

You suddenly took a look at your hands and noticed how wrinkled they were, you scrunched up your nose and showed your palms to Yoongi. "I think it's better if we get out of here" you pouted and Yoongi nodded, soon following you.

When you returned to the camping site, everyone was awake and eating breakfast. Jimin spotted the two of you first and waved at you, calling for Yoongi. "Where were you, lovebirds? You're totally soaked" he took a close look on you, going inside the camper to take two warm towels and you kindly thanked him.

"We discovered a little pond down there, it's really nice and it's not even that deep," Yoongi explained, sitting on the bench next to Hoseok, with you next to him.

Currently, Jin had just finished cooking breakfast for everyone, while Taehyung already had his nose deep in his precious strawberries. You remembered him mentioning his love for those fruits, and at first you didn't understand his excitement but after he let you try his strawberries… you swear that was the sweetest thing you ever tried.

In front of you sat Jungkook, playing some game on his phone, with Namjoon by his side, who was eyeing you in a weird way. But you didn't mind his behaviour at that moment.

For now you just wanted to eat and enjoy the rest of the day with the boys. You still felt butterflies in your stomach while thinking about what happened at the lake and you were excited to discover what that day would bring to you.

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alby-rei · 3 years ago

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[Arthur Week, Day 3] Midnight Snacks

a/n: in which MC (ft. accomplice Dazai) wants to make the resident flirt, Arthur Conan Doyle, jealous. Why? Who knows! But what I do know is that it ends up working in his favor rather than MC’s... wait, what?

a/n 2: changed the title cuz it was bothering me xD nothing else changed.

My entry for @scummy-writes‘s Arthur Week!

Day 3: Coffee and Fudge || Writer’s Block

[Pairing]: Arthur x You/gn!MC, (pre-relationship)

[Characters]: You, Arthur, Dazai, Sebastian

[Word count]: ~2300 words

[Rating]: T

[POV]: 2nd Person

“...and all of a sudden, I hear Mozart yell ‘stop releasing chickens in my music room!’ but Dazai didn’t even flinch!” You brought a foam-covered hand up to your mouth to cover your laughter.

You and Sebastian were cleaning the dishes together after lunch time. You’ve made it a habit to catch up on your day and share observations with Sebas, as pretty much no one steps into the kitchen around this time.

Well, that is except—

“_____~!”

Except Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, naturally. He must’ve finished his writing session and been wandering around the mansion, as is his trademark since your arrival.

You closed your eyes, hoping the man would walk past the kitchen without checking. You weren’t exactly in the mood for flirty games with the mystery writer, especially not after dealing with a haughty music teacher in Mozart. Sadly, luck was not on your side, today.

“I’ll tell you the rest later,” you wipe your hands with a towel. Picking up the tray of plates and cups to put them in their rightful places, you didn’t pay the writer any mind.

“After this I gotta find Dazai,” you said as you opened a cupboard. Your turned around to find Arthur leaning on the door frame, and your tone shifted dramatically, “Oh! Arthur, funny to see you here.”

Sebastian knew that tone very well. It was your sickeningly sweet voice that you dedicated to either (a) dodging conversation, or (b) planning something against that person.

“I’d say the same to you, ___, but you’re always in the kitchen. I couldn’t help dropping in to check on my favorite bird,” Arthur leaned against the door frame, flashing you a grin and a wink.

“Oh please, don’t talk about birds after what happened this morning,” You caught sight of your target at the end of the hallway, “aaaand I have to go, see ya!”

You duck under Arthur’s arm while his guard was down. He twirled around to follow you, but you evaded him, calling out to Dazai. Arthur stood in his tracks, as he watched the japanese author stop for you, and you beamed up at him.

“Dazai-san, I’ve been wanting to ask you for something, if you’re… free,” you noticed mid-sentence that the chicken that was still nestled in his arms.

“Hm?” His piercing yellow eyes brightened, “I’ll always have time for you, Toshiko-san.”

“Bawk!” The chicken… agreed, supposedly.

You laughed sheepishly, “That’s very sweet of you, I was actually interested in learning about your writing style and get some advice. I’ve been going through some terrible writer’s block.”

“I was working on a short story earlier, it’s in my room. Want to come with me?” He began to lead her towards his room.

“I’m honored! I’d love to, Dazai-san.”

Oh yes, you were definitely planning something, Sebastian noted.

As the two of them walked away, Arthur stood glued watching the scene. Sebastian had been poking his arm the whole time, but he didn’t budge. Even shaking his entire arm didn’t spur any sudden movement from him.

“Sir Arthur. Earth to Sir Arthur,” Sebas continued tapping his shoulder and pinching his arm.

“Huh? Oh…” His gaze held an odd expression, one that Sebastian hadn’t seen from him before—a hint of sadness, maybe even frustration. But it was quickly replaced by his signature grin as he finally took notice of me, “Sorry, Sebas, I must’ve been blocking your path, got to go!”

And just like that, he scurried off.

After a moment’s pause, and after making sure the hallway was clear of esteemed residents, Sebastian did much the same, but in the opposite direction. He has notes to take, pronto.

~*~

You and Dazai sat in the lounge room, having passed by his room, and Dazai collected his writing material.

“You have really pretty hands, Toshiko-san. I’ve heard you playing in Mo-kun’s piano room, you’re a wonderful pianist,” Dazai held your hand delicately in his, as he ran his thumb over your knuckles.

“Thank you, it’s something I take a lot of pride in,” your heart swelled from the warmth of his compliment, “but I’ve been much more interested with writing as of late. Actually, I’ve always wanted to write a novel.”

“Oh? I admire your ambition. How can I help?”

“Well well well, what do we have here?” A third voice chimed in.

Right on time, as you expected.

“Have I interrupted your little rendezvous?” Arthur walked slowly and purposefully, as if he had caught them red-handed doing something they shouldn’t.

Internally, he was trying his best not to jump to conclusions. That would be uncharacteristic of him, after all. You weren’t tied to him in anyway, so there was no reason to feel so jealous that you went to Dazai for writing help instead of him. He didn’t even know about it!

So why was his heart pounding so loudly in his head while his eyes were fixated on their linked hands?

Dazai withdrew his hand, occupying it with his writing pen instead. He shot Arthur a smile with closed eyes.

“Of course not, we were just talking, Arty.”

“…Don’t call me that,” Arthur narrowed his eyes, “and second, I’d like to steal ____ now.”

“I’m sorry, Arthur, but I want to talk with Dazai a bit to improve my writing.”

Being shot down so directly caught Arthur off-guard; his insecurities getting a hold of him. For the first time, he found himself at a loss for ways to turn the conversation in his favor. At the moment, if he persisted, and you kept turning him down, he wouldn’t be able to let it down for the rest of the day.

Instead, Arthur straightened himself, fixing his tie, “Well then, I’m heading to the pub soon enough to find me a pretty skirt for the evening. Have fun, you two, I know I will.”

He huffed childishly, going out with a wave. Dazai turned to you with a polite smile.

“Do you think it worked?”

“Oh, he is definitely salty, thanks for agreeing to this, Dazai-san.”

“Any time, Yoshie-san, what are housemates for?” He smiled fondly at you.

“You’re a great actor, didn’t even flinch!”

“Ah, but who said I was acting?”

He got up with his writing tools and stepped out of the lounge before you registered what he said.

“Wait… what?!”

~*~

Later that evening…

…Well, more like around midnight, you just happened to catch the insomnia bug and were heading to the kitchen, as all people naturally do when they’re insomniac. You switched on the lights, thankful for the dimness of the lanterns in the kitchen. Scanning your options, your eyes settled on the coffee pot that sat quietly in the corner. Thoughts of a certain mystery writer gnawed at you, but you darted them away and walked past the coffee pot to get a glass of water instead. You leaned forward, filling her glass with bleary eyes that refused to slumber but also refused to open properly.

Suddenly, you felt a touch to your backside. Eyes cracking wide open, you spun around and swung your makeshift weapon of glass at your offender. The offending mop of ash blue hair felt the full force of the blow, and the glass shattered across the floor.

Well crap.

“Ow… If I’m not mistaken, I’d say you were trying to kill me there, ____.”

For the love—.

“Arthur what the hell were you trying to pull?! Bloody hell! You made my heart drop.”

In a flash, his body was pressed against yours, caging you between his arms and the kitchen counter. The crunch of the glass under his shoes was the only sound in the room. You saw a small stream of blood start to fall by his ear.

“I was going to prepare myself a midnight snack with my coffee, but it seems I already found one ready for a taste test,” he licked the back of his fangs.

“At this hour??” It was well past midnight by now, and caffeine was the last thing you’d recommend anyone at this time.

You felt his breath on your ear before he inhaled your scent. It was comforting to him as much as it was intoxicating to his senses.

He sighed, “____… I can’t get you out of my mind, no matter what I do.”

His arms circled around your waist, pulling you away from the countertop and flush against him, instead. All sorts of alarms were going off in your mind despite the drowsiness, with your instincts telling you to push him off.

“But then, you started avoiding me. And then… Sebastian and Mozart and even Dazai took you away from me,” he sniffled.

You pushed him off gently but still within his arms, as you stared at his face. There was a pink dust across his cheeks and a redness in the corners of his eyes.

“Arthur, are you… drunk?”

His frown flipped into a grin as he nuzzled his nose into your disheveled hair.

“Oh, don’t be silly, dear. I may have been out drinking, but I can bloody well hold my liquor. Theo can vouch for me on that.”

(a/n: no, he can’t lmao)

The sight of him in a somewhat vulnerable state, as well as the smell of his cologne, made it hard for you to properly fight him. Plus, you felt bad for crushing a glass cup on his head. Speaking of which…

“Is your head okay?”

“Hm…” He brought a gloved hand to his forehead, feeling a dull pounding in its wake, “I must say, you got me good, even the most daring fools never landed a hit on me yet.”

Just how thick is his skull to endure that?! You were both dazzled and frightened by their realization.

With one of his arms off of you, you took this chance to escape, but you slid on a shard of glass and would have fallen face first onto the floor had Arthur not pulled you against him and taken the impact of the floor to his own shoulder. He laid on his back, clutching you protectively against his chest. He groaned with pain, but he pushed it aside to check on you first.

“Clumsy tonight, are we, or are you seriously trying to kill me?” He chuckled wryly.

Before you could even blink, you felt your vision do a 180-flip, and you were suddenly beneath him, away from the glass shards that littered the floor. The scent of his cologne flooded your senses again, as he smirked down on you with a drunken lopsided grin.

“I was absolutely livid when I saw Dazai hold your hand. Was that part of your plan, darling? Well, I’ve taken the bait.”

You flinched, your body wide awake to every touch and caress of this man. You bit your lip to avoid playing into his hands. You were still in control of the situation, you thought. His lips descended to your jaw, barely brushing your skin, like he’s testing your limits. Instinctively, you sighed, unaware of the breath you’d been holding.

Ok, maybe you weren’t entirely in control, either.

“Arthur…” You commanded, trying to regain some semblance of control back.

This was not part of your plan, however, and you were quickly losing grip of all reason and logic. You needed to get him off and away from you before you acquiesced to his ministrations.

“But don’t worry, ____. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”

He drew back from you, staring down at you with an uncharacteristic tender look. He continued.

“The effect you have on me is not one I’ve felt with any woman I’ve ever encountered before. It’s confusing—maddening, even— and I can’t escape it… because I don’t want to,” he sighed in surrender, “I want you, ___.”

It was a look of pure love and affection that shone in his eyes. His half-opened shirt invited your gaze to roam his body, and his thick-rimmed glasses framed his features in such an alluring glow that outshone the dimness of the kitchen. His hair looked softer than usual, too. Your hand twitched at the thought of running your fingers through those ash blue locks. Your mind was thrown into a whirlwind with the influx of new information, one that dented your rationality. Your desire to get closer to him wrestled against your impartial stoicism, threatening to crack the armor around the stone gates to your heart.

“Hey Arthur,” you started, twirling a lock of his hair with your hand. It was ever-so-slightly damp; he must’ve bathed in le thermae earlier.

“Yes, ____?”

Damn that seductive voice of his, you shooed away that thought as soon as it entered. You chose to focus on something much more pressing at the moment.

“We need to get you bandaged up. You’re bleeding terribly from your head.”

~*~

It took a lot of convincing, but Arthur finally acquiesced to your persistent request.

“There, all done,” you stepped back from Arthur, who was sitting hunched over on his bed.

You were both settled in his room with his medical bag open on the desk and his equipment strewn all around. You didn’t exactly know what to do to treat Arthur’s wound, but you insisted on doing it for him… with copious amounts of instructions from him.

“I brought you some fresh coffee and fudge, as an apology.”

“At this hour?” He mimicked your tone from earlier. You rolled your eyes at his childishness.

“And here I am trying to make it up to you, and this is how you show gratitude?”

You huffed indignantly, ready to head out and leave the unappreciative writer to his own devices.

“Hold on, now,” he gripped your wrist before you could fully turn away, “you’re the one who smashed glass on my head, so you owe me a favor.”

“…a favor on top of tending to your wounds and bringing you coffee?”

“Oh, indulge me, won’t you? You did those of your own volition.”

You sigh, “Depends on the request, then.”

“Feed me,” he perked up with no hesitation or embarrassment in his tone.

You wanted to turn him down, to tease him about his child-like excitement, but you couldn’t resist his puppy dog eyes. Those eyes held a very powerful hold over you though you blame it on your own tiredness outweighing your better judgment.

“Alright…” You moved aside his things to sit next to him, leaning towards the table to drag the tray closer to yourself.

“Open wide, you incorrigible baby.”

#where does that put their relationship?#no idea!#what I do know is that Arthur is a happy baby #congratulations MC you played yourself #MC's plan backfires #accomplice dazai did his job #note: MC promised to help him build his chicken army in return #ikevamp arthur x mc #ikemen vampire arthur #arthur week #arthur week day 3 #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp mc #alby one-shots #ikevamp fanfic

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