#I would move this all out of tags but that would require quite a bit of editing because my tags don't all flow smoothly together

[strange-creature-222]

OUUGHHH THIS IS MAKING ME THINK SO MANY THINGS OH MY GOD/POS

@lilywithcatears you should read this pls pls pls

I found myself thinking of Jekyll today and wondering if it causes him physical pain to have to fake a smile. To what extent is Henry Jekyll, pleasant doctor and sophisticated upperclass gentleman a painful mask he has to wear and does the discomfort ever feel physical?

I was at the local aquarium today (this is the perfect time of year to go because it's open but there are no tourists so it's never crowded and admission is cheap) hanging out and doodling on one of the benches while I watched the fish. I had on headphones to listen to an audio book and to provide a buffer between myself and anyone who might try to talk to me and I had been looking forward to relaxing for a couple of hours when a family walked up and the father waved his hand in front of my face to get my attention. The minute they started asking me questions about what I was drawing I was filled with what I can only describe as intense dismay.

Obviously the family being present isn't in of itself an issue, it's a public aquarium, it's aimed at families and parts of the aquarium are geared specifically at children, but the family noticed me drawing and stopped to talk to me.

I reiterate that this was not something they did wrong, they were just being friendly, but I was really not prepared to have a conversation and I found the whole ordeal to be...well an ordeal. They were interested in what I was drawing (a sketch of Henry Jekyll because he's been on my mind off and on) and just the thought of having to explain who this character was, hoping they got it, and having to potentially explain why I was drawing him felt overwhelming.

And it was, they did not know who Henry Jekyll was, they were vaguely aware of Jekyll and Hyde but weren't the type of people to read classic literature and had never heard of the musical or actually seen for themselves any movies featuring the character. The mom commented that he looks like "a Disney villain from back in the 90s" which...fair assessment, I can't pretend I don't see why she would have thought that. The older kid was probably the most interested and wanted to see more of my drawings which made me really uncomfortable but I let him look through my sketchbook anyway because his parents kept saying he was interested in drawing and he loves art and I felt too anxious to say no.

I made small talk with the parents for a while, all the usual, "what's your name, where you from, what's your job?" (I hate those questions, they are usually the least interesting things about any people, myself included) and I wondered if this is what Henry does on a regular day. Has ordinary conversations with reasonably nice people and feel completely like a fish out of water the whole time. I felt pretty terrible about it too, I didn't have any hard feelings or resentment but the whole time I was thinking "Stop touching my things, go away, please fucking leave so I can get back to my audio book and my drawing. I just wanted to sit with the fish for a few hours because it's supposed to be quiet here this time of year."

No one ever seems to catch on that physically talking to people is an effort for me. I've gone my whole life and no one has ever noticed that I'm anxious or uncomfortable in situations where I have to speak out loud because I've gotten good at faking small talk and I know how to make my voice sound pleasant.

It's strange because I express myself easily enough in writing and I like messaging with people over text but the minute I have to be verbal with people I don't know I feel like I'm putting on an immense effort. I have to consciously choose a tone, figure out what words I want to say, be ready with an explanation in case I'm asked questions and I have to do all of it in real time on the spot. It feels like improve, like I'm constantly doing an improve routine and I know most people would say "Just be yourself!" But myself doesn't want to be doing this at all. Myself wants to be drawing and looking at fish. Even as a child I was never very social, I liked to doodle or daydream or build with my lego sets. I got reprimanded a lot for being too quiet. So I made myself more talkative and learned how to hold conversations. I learned to blend in but it's so tiring at times and I can swear when it's at its worst it feels almost physical. The discomfort becomes a suffocating "texture" on my skin and in my brain and I have to keep pretending like I don't notice it because every time I try to articulate how I feel people don't understand it. It's just not a thing they experience.

So I just keep "acting normal," and wonder if there's something wrong with me, like I'm operating on a different frequency from the people around me and I'm the only one on that frequency so other people don't even know it exists. It's...incredibly isolating at times. Even my partner doesn't seem to hear the world as loud as I do or experience the "texture" it's just a strange THING that I'm stuck with by myself. I wonder if it was the same for Henry Jekyll? Except instead being of too quiet he was too loud, too boisterous, threw tantrums, didn't know when to stop rambling about anatomy and weird gross medical facts. So he learned how to cover it and move through life pretending to be interested in everyone else but keenly aware they could never share his interests because his favorite subjects were too grisly and if he started talking about diseases he'd put everyone off. I head-canon Jekyll loves what he does, but he doesn't love it for reasons a doctor should, he doesn't care that much about healing the sick, he cares about conquering illnesses, he likes to learn about symptoms, he enjoys the disgusting viscera of his work. But he can't let on that this is what he enjoys about his work because that's not noble or heroic, it's something most people would find creepy of him. So he buries it and pretends he cares about curing the sick. He pretends he enjoys talking to people who don't know anything about who he is or what he does but they think they do because they are aware of doctors and understand that medicine exists. All the time he loathes it, it exhausts him and he can't even indulge in activities he enjoys to blow of steam because he enjoys things like brawling, doing drugs, and fucking. All things a man of his status shouldn't be seen doing. There's an image people associate with Henry Jekyll and it's an image he can't afford to tarnish...

but it's not really HIS image, it's just a buffer he keeps up to make himself more palatable. I wonder if that ever hurts him physically, if the mask ever feels like a "texture" muffling him.

there are times when I feel like it's no wonder he wasn't repulsed by Hyde when he first saw his reflection. Because I can only imagine by the time Hyde showed up he was already completely burnt out on being Jekyll.

[kakushino]

Be my Owner

Demon pet! Tomioka Giyuu x AFAB! Reader

Demons mated for life, sharing lifespan with their mates.

Tags: mild allusions to depression (reader), demon pet AU (domesticated demons), in heat, smut, nipple play, mating, dom-leaning bottom reader (i think???) Word count: 7,4k

Masterlist | My Pet Demon collab

You knew you were not well mentally; the deep hole, where your heart should be, made itself known a long time ago. What you didn’t understand was the reason you… required a pet. And it wasn’t even any pet - a dog would have sufficed, maybe - but your best friend gave you a fucking demon.

You didn’t know what you did to deserve your best friend but this was a bit… over the top. Especially now as you stared your new charge in the impossibly deep blue eyes. 

Giyuu was a serious-looking demon, long black hair a little tangled and dry, giving it a distinct spiky shape, cute dark blue horns poking out from his head. He also had dark eyebags, which was hardly surprising, given that he’d had to travel in the sun, which weakened demons a great amount. An overall gaunt appearance was what made your heart want to keep it - keep him.

Demons had become domesticated in the last century or so, becoming glorified pets and workers, though there was a movement about giving them rights by law. You supported that movement passively, but you would have to immerse yourself in it more, now that you owned a demon.

He’d been silent the entire time you and your best friend talked, not moving an inch, and he was still not saying anything when they left.

“So…” He perked up a little when you started to speak. “Uhm… When was the last time you ate?” 

Giyuu shifted on his feet, the first true response to anything that was said that day. His voice was a little raspy, though not overly deep, and it retained a soothing quality. “...three days ago.”

Your friend told you he needed to feed at least once a week, so to be safe, you had to get some meat for him. It would do you no good to starve him, what with his current appearance. “And what type of meat do you prefer?”

The question made him raise his eyebrows briefly, before they fell back into a neutral expression. It seemed not many people, if anyone at all, asked him that. “Salmon.”

You had some salmon filets in the freezer that you could let thaw in the sink for him. It was a curious choice, less… usual? You would think he’d go for more human-like meat, such as pork. Oh well, you would have to look up diet options for him. Your friend told you he was a mutt - a mixed type breed - so you would heed his preference to salmon as well.

You tried not to think how much you focused on feeding him right, when you yourself often skipped eating for days.

Your life with Giyuu settled into a new routine. 

You spread your couch for him for a few days until you could get him a true bed. He always seemed surprised by these little gestures of… human kindness you displayed for him.

The first night on the couch, he’d hardly moved from sleeping on his back; the second he was turned onto the side; by the time a week went by, he’d relaxed enough to snuggle close to the green and yellow bunny plushie you had given him.

You took to feeding him twice a week, which always made his eyebrows twitch before he dug in. Though you followed some advice you found on the demon diet, you tried to incorporate salmon as much as possible, so he could enjoy his favorite meat. You found out he was quite the messy eater, bringing a smile to your face whenever you had to gently wipe off the fish scales or other raw bits off of his cheeks.

Since his hair started to tame down a little from its tangled mess - though the baths he’d taken helped too - you thought the diet was a success.

You ordered some clothes for him. Most of them fit him, some were oversized, but all were made for comfort. Sweatpants, cotton shirts, one hoodie for when the weather became colder, some underwear and socks. You would take him shopping for a pair or two of shoes later, as he’d come bare-footed, as well as buying him more clothes that fit him properly - and also maybe jeans and a dress-shirt, for other occasions... What you received through mail would be enough for now.

The bed arrived. Your flat wasn’t that big, forcing you to put his bed in the living room corner instead of his own room. You tried to give him privacy, giving him several choices of different curtains and screens - of which he’d chosen a sliding-door type screen reminiscent of shoji doors.

Taking care of Giyuu gave you a strange satisfaction. Fulfilling his needs came to you like second nature, and you always pushed through your exhaustion to do things for him you would rarely do for yourself before he came into your life. 

You started to see merit in owning him when you actually went to take a shower after not showering for three days, thinking ‘I must be stinky to him’. You changed your sheets right after that and laid in your clean bed in a fresh set of clothes with your window open to let in the evening air. It was odd. You felt better somehow, despite the two basic actions taking up the rest of your energy.

Your eyes wandered to the door which led to the living room and wondered about Giyuu’s situation. At times it felt like the two of you were two sides of the same coin. Did either of you really have a purpose in life?

Did Giyuu truly deserve to have an owner like you - struggling with basic human needs?

Probably not.

But you were all he had.

With that depressing thought, you drifted off to sleep.

Before you knew it, it was four months, nearly five, into your companionship arrangement. 

One thing you felt bad about was your hermit-type lifestyle. You worked from home as an editor, which was good for your mental health, and also for your new pet, as you were always home in case something happened. It had a bad side too though - like staying cooped up in the apartment forever. 

While you worked, you allowed Giyuu to stay in your room with you, setting up a small corner for him with a large beanbag, and a few books to read after you confirmed he was literate. At the moment, he was spread out over the chair on his back, reading through Game of Thrones for the nth time. He really seemed to like that book, perhaps you should get the next one in the series, though you never got to finish the first one, courtesy of your limited energy levels throughout the day.

Or perhaps - your thoughts flitted to the Demon Rights movement - you could see if there was a meet up somewhere nearby, so he could interact with other local demons. You remembered they sometimes did those…

You opened up your social media, the one you recently created solely to interact with the local DR group, and checked the upcoming events. It took a little bit of scrolling but you saw one that suited you. 

The Night Parade A.K.A. DR’s 13th Meet up!

It was in a park about 30 minutes away by foot, and the start was around an hour after sunset, which was perfect. The description encouraged people to bring their demon companions for much-needed socializing while the humans could see what others do to help their demons acclimate in homes and other living arrangements. 

The last sentence made your heart plummet down to your stomach.

A kindly reminder that demon companions are required to wear collars by law.

There was a link to their website which offered sustainable collars which didn’t hurt the demons while wearing it.

You saved your work and looked up more information about demon collars, immersing yourself in the vast world that was the Demon Rights site and other sources. Once you deemed yourself at least partially educated on the issue, you went back to the DR e-shop and scoured it for one you thought would be okay for your demon companion.

“Giyuu?” you glanced at him, the book he had been holding in his hand was bookmarked and closed, laying on the table you placed next to his beanbag. He’d been reading not a second ago, how was he so fast? At least he didn’t stand up as he had been prone to do the first month whenever you addressed him.

At times you wondered if he was mute, but then he surprised you by speaking with you in a low voice - which happened more often as he got comfortable. “Yes, owner?” 

“How do you feel about going outside?”

His eyebrows twitched, which you had come to interpret as excitement. You liked to think you were getting better at reading him. “Whatever you want to do, we will do, owner.”

You nodded. “Well… To go outside, you need to… wear a collar,” you said softly, looking at him and gauging his reaction. He gave away nothing. “And, well, I did my research and there were multiple options and I found one that might-” You beckoned him closer and he practically shot to your side, very nearly startling you. “Oh! Yes, do you think this one would be alright?” You scooted a little to the side with your chair, letting him lean in to see the screen. 

It was a relatively plain collar, with nichirin cord hidden in the fabric, and though the locking mechanism was very simple it abided by the law standards. There were no wisteria poison pouches nor electric shock add-ons as your ‘normal’ ‘pet shop’ might offer. The e-shop offered several color options as well.

You watched him as he read the specifications. Was it too much? Maybe you should get just a plain one for other ‘pets’ and try to disguise it as a proper collar. 

Still… it felt wrong to put a collar on Giyuu, as if he were an animal. The thought of degrading him like this made your stomach churn.

“Can I-?”

“Go ahead.”

He took the mouse and clicked on the wine red option. Giyuu stood up straight and looked at you blankly, waiting for you to understand what he meant.

Your eyes flitted between him and the screen, raising your eyebrow. “You want this one?” 

He nodded.

You supposed it was better than choosing a color for him. You quickly added it to the cart, along with a… leash. The whole situation made you feel icky.

Giyuu hovered over you for a moment longer, before you waved him off to his seat with a mutter of ‘thanks’ over your shoulder.

A deep sigh left you, and though you didn’t see, he picked up on it, observing you for a long moment.

At times he wondered if it was him who burdened you so. He knew however that the problem lay deeper inside of you than just a pet like him. He could smell it on you, the lack of certain hormones that fueled human happiness. 

And just as he could smell the lack of them, he could recognize when their levels spiked up - like when you watched him reading in his little corner, or when you saw him dozing in his bed, or enjoying his meat. He also registered that you liked to see him grooming himself, like brushing his hair (rather wrestling it into a manageable mane) and putting oils onto his horns.

His horns, and hair, had been dried out for a long while, the previous shelter not doing much to help out his problems. 

Thanks to your tender care and change of diet, he saw his water marks returning too. The one on his chest was the first to appear, the dark blue standing out against his skin. You had yet to notice.

That was the thing he prided himself in. He was not a mutt, as most people assumed. His coloring was a little unusual but he was of the Urokodaki line, Tomioka branch of Water demons. Giyuu was probably one of the last pure blood demons there were, making him stronger than others - if fed properly. And you did. You listened to him and fed him a fish-based diet for his needs.

You were the first owner who asked him about his opinion and cared about it. And that was one single fact which would make him loyal to death to you. He would gladly wear a collar with your name on it, outside and inside, with pride. 

Because he was yours, body and soul.

You had nearly forgotten about the event until your calendar gave you a notification. The package from the e-shop had arrived only two days after you ordered it, and you had yet to open it, leaving it to collect dust. The uncomfortable feeling returned. You very much did not want to put a collar on Giyuu, it had to be humiliating - for him - and the last thing you wanted to do was make him out to be some sort of beast he certainly was not.

“Uhm, so,” you started nervously. “We are going out today…”

Giyuu was looking down at you head tilted slightly, as you stood by a small package on the counter. He remained silent.

“I’m really sorry but uhm, by law you need to have a collar… when we go out,” you reminded him gently, fumbling with the package. “I didn’t want to do it but I really need to. I’m so, so sorry. I hate to do this,” you took a deep breath to calm down as you finally took the collar out. 

It appeared high quality, the color matching the picture you remembered exactly. There was a complementary tag with Giyuu’s name and your phone number engraved on it; though very standard, it still made you upset. 

You fumbled with the lock mechanism to undo it so you could slip it on him. Giyuu kindly lifted his hair up when you reached around his neck to fasten it. You tightened the strap only slightly so it wouldn't chafe, checking with your fingers between the material and his cool skin if it was loose enough; it was. 

Electric shocks ran down his spine when you finally touched him - for the first time. You ran a little warmer than he did, and that pleasant contrast against him made the contact all the more enticing. He could not help but close his eyes, content. 

“I’m really sorry, once again,” you mumbled, turning back to the box to take out the matching leash you ordered along with it, tears of frustration filling your eyes.

Giyuu finally said, “I don’t mind.”

His words made you freeze.

“I can wear it at home too, if you’d like, owner.” 

The walk to the park was dark, obviously, but you somehow didn’t fear the night with Giyuu by your side… on a leash.

I can wear it at home too, if you’d like, owner.

Why did his words not bother him at all? You were upset with yourself; did you really create an image of being possessive of him? Did he think you kept him at home because you didn’t want him to run?

The questions and emotions that followed kept swirling in your brain, even as Giyuu nearly breathed down your neck with his closeness despite giving him as much lead as you could. 

The park was closer than you thought. You weren’t the first to arrive, thank god, and you took a moment to admire the decorations, before you turned to Giyuu.

His horns gleamed in the soft light of the fairy lights that were put up by the organizers. His skin seemed to have a warm glow to it for the first time. Looking at him now, you could tell he became much healthier in your care and that made your heart squeeze. 

How cruel must his previous owners have been to him to reduce him into the wraith he had been when he came to you?

You shook your head and untucked the leash from his collar. Once on the event grounds, you were free to let the demon companions roam and socialize, and you did want Giyuu to have friends outside of you - if you could call yourself his friend at all.

You were his owner after all.

His dark blue eyes observed you for a moment, as if asking for permission or guidance.

“Giyuu, I want you to have fun with other demons here,” you told him softly, a complex mix of emotions stirring up your belly.

Giyuu could pick up on each and decipher them easily though - you were anxious, sad, yet your ‘happiness’ levels weren’t that low… It was a strange smell on you, especially with how you encouraged him to go ‘have fun’. 

But in the end, he strived to make you happy. If you wanted him to talk to others, he would do so.

You watched him walk away towards a group of demons further into the park. You had to tear your eyes away from him, lest you keep staring at him all evening. 

Though he recognized some of the demons in the gathering, one in particular nearly made him pull a face. 

Shinobu.

The butterfly demon was a menace.

And she made herself known the second she spotted him.

“Oh my, if it isn’t Giyuu. I didn’t know shelters allowed mutts to roam the streets.”

He pressed his lips together in a tight line. Shinobu wasn’t blind, she saw he had a collar, and she knew, of course she knew, that he belonged to a human now. Yet she still chose to taunt him with these untrue things.

“I’m not a mutt,” he focused on the other false information she sprouted. He knew he looked different, but he was of purer blood than her, which she had yet to sense. His face mark had still not appeared either.

She grinned, “Keep telling yourself that and you might actually believe it. Where is the poor human who’s stuck with you?”

He tensed. He was not going to share anything about you with Shinobu of all people. 

“I bet the shelter had to pay them to take you so you would stop stinking up the place.”

“That’s not true,” he told her quietly, unwilling to make a scene and ruin your evening. For you will surely come running if you found him arguing with another demon.

“Not that you were worth much in the first place. Probably had to sweeten the deal somehow…”

Only your opinion of him mattered to him. He didn’t care about Shinobu’s grandstanding… but should she take your name into her mouth, he would surely not hold himself back.

“What, did you spread your legs for your owner to take you?”

“That is a false assumption, Miss Demon, and I would kindly suggest you shut up about things you know nothing about.”

Giyuu turned slightly towards you, not letting Shinobu out of his sight in case she tried something. His heart beat fast.

“Ara ara~ did I hit a nerve? My apologies~” Shinobu’s smile was empty of any emotion, yet it was obvious she felt she was right with her assumption. She checked her wrist as if she had a watch there. “It seems the time I had for you ran out. See ya~”

Watching Shinobu retreat brought Giyuu no satisfaction even as he stepped closer to you. He was tense, and he could smell your anger wafting off of you as well. 

Had you really come to his defense? He would not have let her talk badly about you, of course, but your presence and words warmed his heart. His chest feeling tight as the strong drumming of his pulse beckoned him to start a dance with you - one he was not sure he could finish just yet. Even so, his teeth ached with need.

His dark blue eyes finally met yours, an unknown emotion swirling in his stomach as he breathed in your scent. You were slowly calming down, shoulders relaxing. Oh, he felt he could purr when he realized it was his proximity that made it so, his face gaining a pleased flush hidden by the darkness of the night.

Giyuu stepped closer to you again, nearly leaning into you in a daze.

"Are you okay?" Your worried voice snapped him out of his trance.

You had defended him and now you were worried? Fuck. He wanted to show you he could protect you too, that he could care for you too, that he could provide for you too… 

"I am. I apologize for ruining your evening, owner," he tried to infuse as much of his devotion as he could into his voice, though it was not enough. It would never be enough. His brain whirled with thoughts of how he could show you how he felt for you.

You rushed to reassure him otherwise, making one of the parts inside him preen. “You didn’t ruin anything, Giyuu… What that demon said was uncalled for. If I knew who her… owner was, I’d have a talk with them.”

The situation truly made you mad. Giyuu might not have been as aware of her accusation, but you’d looked up everything the Demon Rights movement protested and felt sick at what you found. 

Demon prostitution.

Forced, of course.

You were glad he had been in the bath at the time, because your reaction had been so visible and uncontrolled you had to walk outside for a minute to breathe. 

The thought of you forcing Giyuu into that kind of thing made you feel even sicker inside as you calmed down in the cool outside air.

Your demon pressed close to you so close you could feel his reassuring warmth, his torso nearly touching your arm. You breathed in his scent and blinked slowly, lulled by his presence. 

A black haired man caught your eye. No, not man, a demon - a demon with an electric collar, one you quickly scrolled past when you saw it in the e-shop. He seemed to be snarling at another demon, a very pale blonde one, before a human woman touched his arm, speaking to him with a smile. 

You recognized the woman from the DR group - she was one of the organizers, Mrs Kamado.

You observed the interaction between the black haired demon and the organizer, realizing that the electric collar was needed for him. He seemed to have selective hearing and it was obvious that she didn’t use it heavily at all, choosing to talk him down instead… which seemed to be working.

“His name is Muzan.” 

You turned to the young man standing next to you. He had a scar on his forehead, his eyes and hair a dark color with shades of red gleaming through when the light hit him just right. “Sorry?”

“The demon is Muzan, he’s an old coot and a bit of a brat but he isn’t that bad,” he explained with a smile. “Oh, sorry. I’m Kamado Tanjiro, my parents are the ones who organized this.”

“It’s nice to meet you. My name is [Name],” you introduced yourself, fully focusing on him.

A click coming from behind you made your head snap around. Giyuu was standing there, looking away from you, seemingly uninterested in what was happening in front of him. You frowned in confusion, turning back to Tanjiro.

Even with the hiccup at the start, you counted tonight as success. After your brief introduction to Tanjiro, who you learned was an University student at the Ubuyashiki University, he showed you around, guiding you through meeting many owners and demon companions throughout the night. You didn’t meet with the female demon who bothered Giyuu again, thankfully.

You dropped your keys into a bowl by the door with a tired sigh. All the socializing drained you.

You dropped Giyuu’s leash to take off your cross-body bag before you turned to him to take off his collar. You frowned, noticing the gleam of the metal lock seemed a bit dull compared to before.

No matter, you took off the leash and reached for the mechanism.

It did not budge.

You tried again, getting the same result.

“This is strange… Come with me,” you took his hand and led him to sit on your couch so you could see the collar properly in the light of your living room. 

The metal was scratched - badly. Your heart dropped into your stomach. Was there a physical fight between Giyuu and the female demon before you noticed them? How had it gotten so busted up? 

You tried to open it again and again, your attempts getting a little desperate as you tried to find a new angle.

Tears of frustration filled your eyes.

You never wanted to make Giyuu wear it. How were you going to take it off of him? It must be so insulting, being degraded into a pet. 

Fuck, you fucked up.

Pale warm hands covered yours, halting your efforts. Your eyes met his, the impossibly deep blue of Giyuu’s soul stared back at you. There was no fear, no judgment. He was looking at you kindly, as if it was not your fault, as if he wanted to reassure you. 

Your throat clogged up with emotion.

“I do not mind, owner,” he said lowly. “I don’t mind keeping it on at home.” 

You pressed your lips together in an unhappy line. “I’m sorry, Giyuu…”

His fingers grabbed your hands in a loose hold and he brought them up to his lips, nuzzling the knuckles gently with closed eyes. “Do not be, owner. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

You had nothing to be sorry for, because he had been the one to destroy the mechanism. You would have never allowed him to wear the collar at home, even if he asked. He had realized that while you were putting the collar onto him, and that’s why he did it.

It worked.

He smiled when you turned away from him.

After a shower, Giyuu laid in his bed, staring at the bunny you had given him when he first came to you. The pattern had reminded him of his old friend a little, but the scent had been yours, all yours. 

It was clear to him the bunny plushie had belonged to you before you gave it to him, even if you washed it before he received it.

Now months later, your scent was gone.

But he could easily imagine it as he hugged the bunny close to his chest. He could imagine it was your body against his, warming him; your scent, the one he breathed in today, that enveloped him in comfort and… something else.

There was a strange feeling in his gut that he ignored for the moment.

Would you hug him, if he asked for it? Would you scent the bunny plushie, if he asked for it? Would you become his bunny, if he asked for it?

He quickly backpedaled. 

His bunny?

He… quite liked that. You could be his bunny, and he would be your protector, as it should be.

The feeling in his belly spread into his chest, making him feel hot in his pajamas. Giyuu was confused as to what it could be, pondering on the issue as he snuggled the bunny even closer, imagining it was you.

What had happened differently today?

You gave him the collar, you went to the park, you walked back, you tried taking off the collar…

You touched him.

His hips bucked, making his eyes snap open. He was… humping the bunny unconsciously, thinking of you. 

Though Giyuu realized it was strange to do so, he continued, fantasy overtaking his mind as he closed his eyes again. Your body, pliable and warm under him; your voice, the pretty moans it could produce; your cunt, sopping wet about to be filled with his cu-

Oh fuck.

Giyuu realized what was happening.

He’d entered his heat.

The morning came too early. 

Your clock read 10:36 AM when you groaned, knowing you won’t be able to sleep anymore. The least you could do was get up and do your hygiene, even if you didn’t feel that hungry for breakfast.

You tiptoed into the bathroom, the sight in the mirror nearly sending you back to bed. You had dark circles under your eyes, your cheeks puffy from sleep, and your hair messy. Nevertheless, you ran your hands through your hair to make it half-presentable, and brushed your teeth, checking your notifications on your phone. There was a friendship request on your social media from Tanjiro, which made you smile and quickly accept. 

By the time you were done with your teeth, you had already started up a conversation with him as he talked about the bakery his family owned. You promised to visit him, and the bakery, when you had the time.

The living room was dark, as it had been since you’d gotten Giyuu. You walked closer to check on him, the bit of light from your open bedroom door enough to see him by. 

He was snuggled with the plushie you’d given him. The cute sight brought a smile to your face, and you went to cover him back up with his blanket, when you noticed something odd. 

Giyuu was sweaty, his pajama shirt damp and his hair sticking to his face as he panted softly, noises of discontent leaving him as his brows furrowed.

You quickly stepped closer to him, sliding the shoji-like curtain along smoothly. You reached out to touch his forehead, worried.

Just as you felt the heat of his skin, his hand grabbed your wrist tightly. “Don’t,” he rasped out, his eyes opening a sliver, feverishly bright.

You frowned, “But Giyuu, you’re burning u-”

“You can’t-” he gasped when you pushed past his weak resistance and touched his sweaty forehead. Again, he tried to fight your hand on him. “You can’t touch me.” 

“What? Why can’t I?” you pulled back slightly, trying to respect his boundaries but also worried out of your mind, leaning over to look him in the eyes.

He let out a strangled sound, nearly crawling back in the bed away from you. His face was flushed a deep red as you reached for him again. “I’m in heat.” He pushed his bunny plushie against you, but you only set it aside and grabbed his wrist. “S-stop touching me, I- I can’t-” 

I can’t hold myself back, is what he wanted to say. Giyuu had wanted to say a lot of things before touching you properly. He had wanted to court you, to give you proper courting gifts and attention, to show you he could be a good mate. This unplanned heat triggered by your touch last night was throwing a stick into his plans. 

He wanted you, he needed you.

You were oblivious to his thoughts, worried out of your mind. “But isn’t the heat painful? Why don’t you take off your shirt?” You didn’t press forward but still gave him no room to escape. “I want to help you, Giyuu.”

Did you even know what you were saying? What your words were doing to him? His face flushed an even deeper red.

You misinterpreted his blush for embarrassment and your thoughts raced in circles. How could you make him more comfortable?

“Why don’t I take off my shirt too? Look,” you quickly discarded the oversized shirt you slept in, leaving you in your panties as you knelt in front of him on his bed. “Now your turn.”

Giyuu was stupefied, and pliable, as you sat him up and took off his shirt as well, making you gasp. His chest was half-covered with demon markings of deep blue imitating water in the way they flowed and centered - it was like an artist splashed him with color and left it to dry. 

Your fingers reached out to trace one such mark going over his heart, making him shiver. You glanced up at his face to check if he was alright.

Giyuu seemed to be in a trance, staring at your exposed chest. The sight made you blush as you finally realized the situation you were in.

“Can I touch you?” he asked roughly, his voice raspy.

“I- okay…” you assented in confusion.

Once he’d gained permission he nearly attacked your chest with a hunger previously unknown to you. His hands cupped your breasts and his hot tongue laved at the skin, quickly getting to one of your nipples to circle the areola. His lips closed around it, sucking it harshly, making you cry out in pain. 

“Stop!”

As if burned, Giyuu pulled back, saliva connecting your nipple and his glistening lips, a teary eyed expression on his face.

The sight hurt your heart, and you sighed, giving up. “Just be gentle, okay?”

He nodded and licked your nipple much more gently, staring you in the eyes the whole time, gauging your face for any discomfort.

There was none, the texture of his tongue sending sparks of pleasure down your spine. You breathed out shakily, closing your eyes as you arched your back slightly, offering him more, urging him to continue.

Giyuu hummed against your flesh, making you shiver, his thumb stroking the unattended nipple softly. Your breath hitched, and you gripped his pajama pants tightly, the slight shift of the fabric giving him enough stimulation to moan. It reminded you that there was something more stiff than your nipples.

Your hand trailed up, cupping his hardness. He bucked his hips, moaning into your chest as you started to pump his shaft through the pants, wetness gathering at the tip.

Giyuu cursed under his breath, switching to the other nipple to give them equal attention with his gentle sucking, whining when you squeezed the tip of his cock a little, his teeth grazing your breast.

You very nearly whimpered when he did that. In retaliation the hand stroking his cock grabbed the hem of his pants instead, your other hand reaching inside to stroke his length unobscured. 

Giyuu had to pull back from your breast lest he bite down as he groaned through his teeth, resting his forehead on your collarbone, his tongue darting out to lick at your skin while his thumbs continued to play with your nipples. He could hardly resist leaning more into you, rising to his knees and burying his head in your neck, hot open-mouthed kisses trailing all over you as your head fell back, giving him more access. 

He laved at your skin, kissing it, sucking on it, creating deep hickeys as he pleased, the sensation drawing low whines and moans from your throat.

Then, he bit down on your pulse point gently.

Your hold on his cock tightened, the next stroke rougher than before.

“Don-Don’t! I’m about to-!” You quickly let go. He groaned loudly, as if in pain when your hand retreated from his pants. “Please, I need-!”

Your face felt hot, his desperate state made you so turned on you didn’t know what to do with yourself, except squeeze your thighs together. “What do you need, Giyuu?”

He felt as if he wanted, no, needed to eat you up, as if you were prey and him a predator - as it should have been before demons turned into glorified pets. 

But the feeling was too other to be just hunger; it was also thirst, for the sweet sounds you made when he marked you up, for an even sweeter sound you would make when he bit you and claimed you as his own.

“T-turn over, owner. I need you,” he told you breathlessly, his voice gaining a raspier quality as he pawed at your hips, claws retracted. You’d told him you would help him, didn’t you? Well, he was asking for that help now.

The panties you wore were soaked, and you knew what exactly he wanted you to do. You knelt in front of him and took the panties off, obeying his request and turning around to offer yourself to him on your hands and knees.

There was the sound of fabric being ripped apart before his hand grabbed your ass, thumb digging in as he pulled your flesh back just enough to expose your pussy. “I’m sorry, I just- I just need you.”

Giyuu slid the tip of his cock between your pussy lips, gathering your juices and spreading his precum all over, before he finally started to push in. He let out a shaky, drawn out moan. 

The stretch burned slightly, and you could do nothing but grip the sheets under your hands and push back against him, wanting more. 

“Sh-shit-” He bottomed out, his length pushing against something that made your arms give out and you fell forward, your forearms now supporting your weight.

“Can’t help myself-” he pulled out halfway before slamming back in, a whine leaving his throat at the feeling. His hands held your hips in a bruising grip. 

Then, he set a rough and fast pace. He fucked you like a beast unleashed, like you were his fucktoy, his thrusts uncoordinated and sloppy - disharmonic, desperate. 

You clenched your eyes shut as fireworks sparked behind your eyelids as the heat built up between the two of you. Giyuu was near-painfully thick and long. Even inexperienced, his dick hit all the right places, drawing breathy moans past your lips quietly. 

He himself became non-verbal, panting and keening lowly as he tried to chase his ecstasy. He leaned forward, his right arm supporting his weight just over your shoulder, left hand snaking around to stroke your puffy clit in tight circles, completely out of rhythm with his thrusts. His lips placed open mouthed kisses on your shoulders, nibbling on the flesh and sucking hickeys, staking his claim as the knot in your belly tightened.

Then, near the height of your pleasure, you felt a pinch at the junction of your shoulder and neck. 

As if triggered, your orgasm washed over you like a tsunami, making you quiver in Giyuu's tight embrace, even as he still rocked his hips against yours in frantic tight circles, keening against the bite in your shoulder. Each thrust inside sent another wave of pleasure, until you did not know when one ended and another began. You could hardly form a thought, only sounds you vaguely recognized as yours left your throat.

Warmth spilled inside of you after an erratic series of rough thrusts, his arms hugging you tightly, putting his whole weight on you.

The slight pain in your shoulder faded as Giyuu pulled back to lick the bite gently. His half-lidded eyes stared as his saliva closed the punctures, slightly discolored flesh covering the mating bite mark.

Your eyes felt heavy and you were tired, but his cock was still hard even after finishing…

"Can- can I-?" 

You closed your eyes. "Mhm, if it'll make you feel better…"

His arms let up a little, laying his forehead between your shoulder blades. "You're tired…" 

There was no use denying it. "Yes. But, doesn't it hurt?" You rolled your hips experimentally; his hands gripped your body tighter as if to stop you.

"We can stay like this… I don't mind," he said, his cock twitching. Giyuu rolled you both onto your sides, staying inside. The movement made your inner muscles spasm and he bucked his hips. "Fuck… perhaps, only a little…" 

In contrast to his pace before, he rocked into you gently and slowly, letting you feel every inch without overwhelming you.

"This okay?" he asked in a strained voice. You only hummed in response, enjoying the intimacy.

Giyuu spilled his seed twice more into you as you half-dozed in his warm embrace, letting out a high pitched whine once in a while at the overstimulation, yet he could not stop - not until you were overfilled and it was seeping out around his dick.

You must have drifted off at some point, the next thing you remembered was Giyuu kissing your shoulder gently, muttering, “Mhm, good morning… or evening.” 

You sighed out, relaxing in the warmth of his embrace. “How you feelin’?”

“Perfectly fine, or at least a little better,” he whispered, nuzzling into you.

You were sore, and the stickiness of dried sweat and cum on you started to bother you quickly. You wanted a shower. 

You tapped his arm with your finger and made to move away from him.

“No, no, don’t move yet,” his voice was strained as his cock twitched inside of you. “I won’t be able to control myself-”

You smiled tiredly and arched your back a bit, pushing your ass against him.

“Ye-es, fuck-” His hips rutted forward, muttering “Yes, yes, yes-” like a mantra, his arms tightening around you as he chased his pleasure inside of you yet again, his and your cum from before enough lubrication for what he did.

Your muscles were sore but you let him do as he pleased, his moans and heavy breathing making you feel hot all over. You knew you wouldn’t be able to finish but you didn’t mind, his noises bringing you a delight of its own.

Your hand came up to caress his arms gently as he fucked you, a whine leaving his throat at the tender touch, the next few thrusts sloppier and more forceful before he slammed as deep as he could with a shaky groan. Heat filled you again as he came.

You smiled widely as he panted, pulling out and making his seed spill over your thighs.

His hold became looser as he pressed soft kisses on your back and shoulders. “Sorry…”

You hummed, “There is no need to apologize. I could use a shower though, you coming with me?”

“Yes.” Giyuu opened his arms as you stood up. You were grateful your floors weren’t covered by a carpet, so any splatters his semen would make could be mopped up. 

After a long hot shower, where he made sure to knead your muscles and wash your back for you gently, you wrapped yourself in a towel, and went to the kitchen to grab something to eat, your tummy rumbling with hunger.

Perhaps Giyuu needed some meat too? 

It was nearly two months later when you could attend another DR meetup (15th, you missed one during that time due to a deadline you nearly forgot). You’d kept in contact with Tanjiro, quickly becoming close friends as he complained about managing Muzan and you about ‘adulting’. 

You didn’t reveal the fact that you started sleeping with Giyuu. After that first night, it seemed as if a dam had broken, and he became clingy and needy for you nearly every chance he got, going as far as distracting you during work with neck kisses and warming your pussy with his cock. 

It was not all about the sex either, he started going with you when you went out to shop for groceries, no matter the time of the day, keeping close to you like a dark protector and glaring at anyone who dared to look at you wrong.

You thought it was strange but let it be. He wasn’t harming anyone so it was probably fine.

“If it isn’t [Name]!” Tanjiro greeted you with a hug, earning him a low hiss from Giyuu. Tanjiro offered him a handshake, which Giyuu took, but you could see the amount of effort he had to spend to not crush Tanjiro’s hand, making you laugh a little. It was cute how protective he was of you.

Muzan was arguing with Douma, the pale blond demon from last time, a few steps away from the Kamado family, while Nezuko tried to drag him back to the organizers. Douma was smiling as his own owner - a ginger-haired woman - hugged him from behind to pull him away. 

You spent a small while talking to each of the Kamado siblings, asking about school and such, when Muzan joined your little group.

He took one look at you and scoffed loudly. “I can’t believe you mated with that loser.”

Everything stopped. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared wide-eyed at him. “What?”

He rolled his gleaming red eyes in annoyance. “Are you stupid? Your loser of a demon, you mated with him.” Muzan shook his head and crossed his arms, staring at you down his nose.

You could only blink a few times, slowly turning to Giyuu.

“I- what?”

Giyuu had an innocently impassive look on his face, as if nothing was wrong. You could see, however, with your trained eye that there was a bright blush adorning his ears and a drop of sweat disappearing under his collar. He remained silent.

AN: I want to credit the idea for Muzan as a bratty demon of the Kamado family to @sunandflame because she was the first one who came up with it, among other ideas we brainstormed while talking about this at first.

I'm a bitch so there will be part 2 in the far future when I get the horny for it.

dividers made by the amazing @/benkeibear (I love you, Rhy)

[thoughtsfromlayla]

26 Ways of Taking You: I for Incubus

Summary: You suppose the deal technically went correctly, but when the incubus said he required your life force, you thought he meant... well your life.

Notes: ~2.9k words. I don't know what I wanted to do with this fic, all I know was that Dream would rock an autonomous tail.

Warnings/Tags: MDNI - 18+, Incubus!Dream x Reader, dubious consent ngl, demons do not care for condoms or sex safety, Dream has a tail and it does things, does this count as ritual sex, size difference, belly bulge, womb tattoo hehe, his wiener is weeeeeird, his tongue is weeeeeeird

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H for Heat ⇆ J for Joyride

“Hoc carmine, dae…daemo—erm, daemonium somno accerso qui vocatis respondeat meis. Quis mihi det quod quaero. Quis mercedem suam accipiet pro suo servitio?” You read out, stuttering on a few pronunciations.

The circle of candles flickers creating shadows over your kneeling, naked form. You frown at the old parchment still, looking between it and the chalk-drawn symbol in the middle of your basement floor. You are sure the symbol was drawn correctly and the candles were placed just like the diagram. So then… Why isn’t anything happening?

Maybe you read it wrong. You squint at the parchment again and begin to chant once more. “Hoc carmine—”

The candles went out and you suck your lips in to suppress the scream that tried to burst out. Your sick mother’s room was just above the basement that you find yourself in and you didn’t want to cause a scene. 

“What do you want?” A voice calls out, slow and seductive in the shadows. 

You blink a few times, trying to will your eyes to get used to the sudden darkness in the room. The creature didn’t speak again, waiting impatiently for your request. It has been years since the last time he was summoned, and he was positively starving for some human flesh. 

“My mother, she’s sick,” you explain, your own voice echoing back to you in the tense atmosphere. 

“How drab, how boring,” it tsks with a click of his tongue. “You wish for me to make her well and ‘you’ll do anything, I promise’,” the creature says mockingly. 

You don’t respond for a moment, the demon you summoned summarizing the speech you had spent the last week practicing to a mere few words. “Yeah… that’s pretty much it.”

“Very well, what do you have to give in return for my service?” It asks you, still veiled in the darkness. “But know this, I am quite indifferent to your human, materialistic objects. Money will have no benefit to you tonight, little one.”

“Well, what do you want then?” You ask in a shaky breath. You can’t see him, but you can feel his eyes raking over your naked form. 

“Your life force seems good enough for me,” it hums in thought. “Young… vital… yes…”

Your life force for your mother’s health? That was an easy decision, but when faced with the uncertainty of death do you hesitate. You still had so much of your life ahead of you. Friends to meet, foods to try, hell you haven’t even found a romantic partner yet. But, your life isn’t the one that’s dying right now. 

“Okay,” you breathe out shakily. 

“Then the deal is set.”

The candles flicker back one by one until the shadow reveals itself to you within the circle. His legs are crossed, his arms resting on his knees. He is every bit as the paper described him: hair as dark as midnight, skin pale as death, sullen black eyes with the stars within them.

The parchment fails to mention, however, the thin tail that was swaying back and forth within the barriers of the summoning circle. Or the horns that protruded out of his head. The demon smiles at you, a haunting image full of sharp teeth and a darting, long tongue that licked his lips. 

“Release me from my confines and we can set the plan in motion,” he whispers in a low growl to you, moving to stand on his haunches. His figure seems to grow with the one subtle movement, towering over you as you swallow.

“I release you,” you command with a tremble in your voice. 

Nothing physical changes around you but the shift is noticeable anyway. The candles blow outward from him as if trying to escape their own wicks. The smell he emits permeates your nose, something like soot and flames and a tinge of death.

You blink and he lunges at you, pining you to the ground and an unexpected scream leaves your lips. It didn’t hurt, not much, except for the wooden floor digging into your shoulder blades, but you still screamed. 

“If you want it to be easy, do not scream. Your fear makes you all the more tempting,” he purrs into your neck and you turn your head away. 

Your body trembles under his gaze, eyes roaming around the basement space of your childhood home. They lock onto a random water stain as you try to distract yourself from your imminent death. The stain looks like Elton John, you thought to yourself before squeezing your eyes shut. 

You feel his breath over your skin and you’re begging he’ll do it mercifully, straight for the neck and then you wouldn’t feel the pain of your body being eaten by all of those sharp teeth. But it doesn’t come.

Your eyes snap open as you feel the undeniable slimy and wet sensation of his forked tongue on your neck. It stops just over your jugular, feeling the erratic pulse through the vein. Thick, fast, so full of life and he groans at the rhythmic thump against his tongue. 

His tail moves along your leg, feeling the soft skin beneath its silky scales. The ticklish sensation makes you squirm in its grasp, kicking your legs fruitlessly against it as it crawls higher on your thigh. The point of it settles between the sensitive heat before your legs and you let out a broken gasp.

Oh, my god. He’s not going to kill you. He’s going to fuck you senseless!

“I thought you were going to kill me,” you pant as his tongue licks the hollow divot above your collarbone. 

He hums as he tastes the adrenaline in your sweat. “One does not kill off the lamb for meat when it can still provide wool.” He pauses for a moment, pulling away from your neck to look at you. “You thought I was going to kill you?”

You look back at him, your eyes meeting the endless void that is his. “Well, yeah. You said ‘life force.’ That seems pretty… death-y to me.”

“Why are humans so dreary?” He asks himself before he remembers that he is here to feast on your body and returns his lips to your body. 

You don’t bother with a response, not when your back was arching at the way his lips trailed down the valley between your breasts. His lips hover over your left breast, feeling the blistering speed at which your heart pounded in your chest. 

The ever so subtle thrum of life makes his eyes flutter in satisfaction, the feeling of life something he has missed the feeling of. Your body was so warm against his cold one, he just couldn’t help sealing his lips across the nipple. 

“Holy…fuck,” you curse out at the sensitive sensation.

The fork in his tongue lavishes around the peak, it meets the sensitive bud and then spreads out again as his mouth continues to suckle on your breast. The moans he manages to elicit from you are quiet and restrained and he needs more from you. 

“This deal is two sided,” he begins, whispering in a gruff voice as he moves over to your other breast. “If you want your mother to become well again, I need you to start making more noise.” 

The tail that was obediently nestled between your legs begins to move higher, the blunt point of it finding your enlarged clit easily. You couldn’t help the moan that escapes your lip when it slides across the sensitive nerve, using your own arousal to its benefit. 

“Yes, just like that,” the demon praises as he hears your broken gasps and moans. His own groan vibrates against the smooth skin of your breast as he indulges himself against the thrum of your heartbeat again. 

Your hips buck involuntarily against his tail, the sensation something you craved. Then you would squirm away with a whimper on your tongue as the sensation grows too much, too quick. The longer the tail swirled around your weeping cunt, the harsher you began to clench around nothing. It gives a rewarding slap down on your clit, eliciting another wonderous moan from your throat. 

The demon has returned to your neck, rekindling his fascination with your neck and the vein it housed. He bites into the skin, watching with sick satisfaction as the blood trails down the muscles of your neck. Pleasure succumbs to pain and pain to pleasure once again as he soothes over the bites with his tongue. The saliva is cool against the wounds, stopping the bleeding all the same. His lips ghost across your neck, satiating his own greed and biting down again just to taste the iron. 

“Red looks good on you,” he hums, his arms entrapping themselves around you as your back arches off the ground again. 

With ease, he rests you on his squatting lap and the obvious hard arousal he sports lays heavy against your stomach. The demon looks around the basement before he eyes landed on an abandoned work bench. In two strides he makes it there and unceremoniously drops you onto the table. The tools clatter as you're dropped down and even with your body on an elevated platform, he still towers over you. 

You looked absolutely ravishing in his gaze. Wide eyed with lust blown pupils, the ragged breathing from your dried lips, and the dried blood that ribbons down your neck like a gift just for him to open. His hands go to your hips again, lifting them to meet his. 

In the dim light, you notice his cock, or should you even call it that if it was as ribbed and as thick as it was? He paints himself with your wetness, using your own arousal to coat himself as he pushes the blunt of his head against your entrance. His tail finds itself wrapped around your thigh again, tightening on itself like a python upon its prey. Your thigh pudges against the bondage and it's the only grounding thing against your overheating body. 

He gives an experimental push forward, groaning at the way your arousal squelches around him.

"Breathe," he tells you.

You let go of the breath you were holding, taking in a shaky breath and allowing your body to grow limp in his hold. At the next exhale, he smiles, a disturbingly haunting and arousing image, and he gives into you the first two inches. 

Your breath stills in your lungs again, head snapping to the wooden table beneath you and you can see the stars dancing across your eyelids. The stretch was foreign, intrusive almost, as he takes you slowly. You need to breathe. Fuck, how do you breathe? Your body racks as it takes in a shaky breath and he stills within you. 

“Scream my name,” he commands in a growl above you. 

“Daemonium somno,” you simply moan. Your eyes meet him again in a desperate attempt at connection. 

“No,” he scowls, pushing a little further into your cunt. “That is my title. Say my name, little one.”

“I—I don’t know it!” You pant out, stuttering your answer. The further he pushed, the more of your ability to think seems to vanish into thin air. You’re sure you saw the name in passing somewhere, in the old leather bound book from which you ripped the ritual parchment from.

The incubus holds your hips down to sustain your squirming. He lets out a satisfied groan as he sees himself full in you, the defining shape of his cock bulging from your stomach. You were so warm, it enveloped him like the life you represented. He takes his hips back, eyes never leaving his own cock impression as it descends. When he pushes back in and your body trembles beneath him, his fingers trace the outline of his cock. 

“Repeat after me, little one,” the demon commands. “Mor-phe-us.”

“Mor…” you gasp as his hand trails under your breasts again. “Mor-phe…” the words get caught in your throat. 

“Yes, just like that. One more try, one more,” he coos above you, rutting his hip against your cunt again. 

“Morpheus!” You cry out, head thrown back as he pulls out and pushes in again, slowly and inch by thick inch. 

“Again,” he instructs. His cock warms itself in you, the coldness slowly ebbing away as it nests in there. Each pulse from your cunt conforms itself towards the shape that is so uniquely him. 

“Morpheus!” You scream again, your nails finding purchase against his arms and he hisses in pleasure as you draw black blood from his skin. 

Your back is arched like a taut bow, your thighs trembling as he lifts a leg above his hip, only to drive himself deeper into you. Only to satiate his own ego as he sees your belly bulge with himself. Your moans are nothing but a discordant symphony in his ears; so chaotic yet pleasing as he inserts himself over and over again. 

Morpheus’ tail unravels itself, wanting a taste of something other than the skin around your thigh. There is a wrapping imprint on your skin, something that will take months to heal and remind you of the incubus Morpheus for days to come. It teases the sensitive peak of your breasts, ghosting over your breasts, wrapping itself around the mound and squeezing tightly to massage them. 

“Oh god!” You jolt at the sensation. 

“There are no gods here.” Morpheus condemns your outburst with a particularly hard thrust, bruising your cervix and you cry out for him again. 

Morpheus continues you fuck you, his hands bringing your hips to meet his thrusts, spurred on by the sound of your babbling nonsense. Occasionally his name would fall from his lips amongst the pleas of ‘too much,’ or ‘so good,’ that he doesn’t really know or care if you want to stop. 

Each drag of Morpheus’ cock has you reeling in pleasure and the promise of the most earth shattering orgasm is just on the horizon of your grasp. You’re simply begging now—please, please, please, please!—the words barely heard above the erotic sound of slick squelching and the creek of the tool bench beneath you. 

His tail slithers away, and Morpheus smirks as you whimper at the lost sensation. Your whimper turns into another moan as it finds itself against your clit again, rubbing it in fast circles in sync with Morpheus’ thrusts. 

“Oh, fuck. I’m going to… going to…” you try to warn but it just comes out as a stuttering mess, again. 

“Come for me. Give me your vitality.” Morpheus’ voice penetrates the sex-numbing haze that your mind was in. 

Your walls clench around him like a vice, your orgasm taking over your entire body as it shakes each one of your muscles. Your mouth is gaping open as it tries to take in as much air as possible, your chest heaving with breath. The moment shakes you through your core, igniting your nerves with life at the sudden release. 

Morpheus spills himself into you and you groan at the sensation of his cold seed taking residence inside of your cunt. His hips stutter, indulgently giving away to a few more pumps just to feel your walls spasm around him as his cock pumps within you. 

“That was…” you swallow, resting your head on the table again and closing your eyes. You take a deep breath, feeling your heart start to slow down as Morpheus softens and pulls out of your now weeping cunt. A few large drops of your mixed orgasmic releases fall to the basement floor and you grimace at the thought of cleaning it.  “Do you do other deals? Like… what if I want a million dollars right now or something?”

“One deal per summon as per the old laws I’m afraid, little one,” Morpheus chuckles, the sound coming from deep in his chest. “But…”

A warm sensation spreads across your lower stomach and you prop yourself up on shaking arms to look. Morpheus’ nail draws an intricate rune on your lower stomach, just over where your womb is. The nail cuts at your skin, and you see the blood dewing on your skin but no pain follows. It glows for a moment before dying down into simple black ink. 

“If you wish to make another deal, this binds you to me. It will only be me that will come to answer your prayers,” he promises but it almost sounds like a threat with the way his tongue licks across his lips. “Your vitality is addictive on my body, little one.”

“And what about my side of the deal? My mother?” You ask.

As if on cue, you hear your mother calling your name in the kitchen above. She wasn’t even able to get out of bed a few moments ago, but the way the pots and pans were banging against each other was telling enough that Morpheus held up to his end of the bargain. 

“Thank you,” you sigh out with relief. 

“I will see you soon, little one.” One blink and he was gone already. 

The summoning circle has been erased from the floor and the candles look like they were never burned. But the tattoo over your womb remained, so did the bruises of his bites and tail that wrapped around you. They were the only signs that anything happened at all. 

“Are you going to come up here and help me or do I have to do everything by myself?” Your mother shouts at you. 

“Coming!” You reply back after another deep breath. 

Now, where did you put your clothes?

Having fun times in the basement sounds like tetanus waiting to happen.

So that's your lesson, get your tetanus shot before you go summoning demons. Be safe out there.

♡ Yours, Layla

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Beyond the Bookshelves (8)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Friendly banter, overworking

Summary: You’re a Resource Management Specialist at S.H.I.E.L.D. normally referred to as “The Librarian”. You’ve been assigned the nightmarish task of digitizing all the physical resources currently owned by the agency, with a few new computers and one extra helper.

A/N:

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“You have it?” Loki raised a brow at this, pulling out his phone to see her full name and some extra information about her that Steve had stored on his phone. The sight of it only made his mood even more sour as he shoved the device back into the pocket it came from after saving it. “Quite a bit of information you have saved on here.”

“Yeah? It’s stuff I picked up on overtime.” The innocent, casual shrug of his shoulders held arrogance in the eyes of the God of Mischief. A smug punctuation of how the star-studded super soldier was able to freely come and go from the library and he was not.

“Oh? ‘Just stuff’ that you picked, huh? ‘Overtime’ you say? What kind of ‘just stuff’ did you save overtime?” Tony leaned in closer, a smug little smirk on his face with a twinkle of interest in his eyes.

“It’s not what you’re thinking, Tony. Y/N and I are just friends. Don’t go spreading unnecessary rumors. It’s nice to just have someone to talk to and not have to worry too much.” The stern tone in his voice earned a groaning sigh and eye roll from the impulsive scientist. “Also, dating in the workplace is unprofessional and would inevitably lead to complications.” 

Romantic involvements are always troublesome. Loki silently agreed, the tension in his shoulders slipping away as Steve made it clear that there was nothing going on between the two of them. The last thing I need is her feeding him misinformation or him spying for her to see what I’m saying or doing. I require access to the library, not an extended sentence. He reasoned with himself.

“Mr. Rules strikes again, don’t you know any other tricks? Or is justice and teacher’s pet your only ones? I don’t even know why I bother talking to you, give me her number. There’s something there, I know there is!” Loki sat up straight at the words that came out of the short Midgardian. His eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Share her contact with me.” The prince’s eye twitched at the demand. He could not fathom why all of them wanted her number now that it was clear that none of them actually had it. What good was there in having contact information for someone that would never be contacted.

Especially when his interests were more fickle than the tide, ever-changing from one stupid notion to the next.

“I’ll pass on that,” Steve rolled his eyes at the petulant child look that Tony gave him. Loki silently agreed with this decision. “But you’re more than welcomed to get it from yourself.”

No, he is not! What sort of denial is that?! You may as well have given him the damned number if you’re giving permission to get it! His jaw ached from how tightly it was clenched, his leg rapidly bouncing under the table. Thor noticed the changes in his younger brother’s demeanor, but said nothing. He figured the company of the others was the cause, and as the elder of the two, he thought it best that Loki grew accustomed to the presence of the other Avengers.

“Are you gatekeeping her number? Why not just give it to me?”

“Because, I want you to actually work for something. Plus, this is just you trying to get under my skin, and you’re not actually going to go after her to get her number, Tony, I know you. This is a shiny new toy that you’re going to forget about the moment something else comes along.”

“You do like to play with things and toss ‘em aside when you’re bored.” Clint agreed, sipping his drink as he nudged the empty tray forward. “You’re not actually going to call her anyway.”

“Et tu, Robin Hood?” Tony gasped in horror. “Is that what all of you think of me? That I’m someone so callous to just use a poor innocent maiden like Y/N and just throw her away like yesterday’s newspaper the next day? I am offended. I’ll show you, me and her, we’re going to be like this.” He entwined his index and middle finger of one hand before standing up from the table. “You’ll see, and you’ll all regret it!” He threw his nose into the air and left, the others amused by his dramatics as they continued to not take him seriously. The only person not amused was Loki. They all goaded the chatty Tin-Man into actually getting her number instead of leaving her alone, the exact opposite of what should have been done.

It’s horrible enough that Major Constellations over here frequents the place, and he’s friendly with her, now I’ll have to share my sanctuary with that aluminum can? I refuse to accept this! There has to be some logic I’m missing, unless this is all some ploy to ruin my peace and quiet. No, I can’t be, can it? They’re all trying to ruin what little solace I have here? He eyed the remainder of the group suspiciously. Thor is working with me on that infernal project that started this mess, I doubt he is tied to it. The straight-laced sergeant only comes when he needs to for missions. I don’t think I’ve seen the bird-man there. That leaves just that nuisance of an existence, but his focus is currently on troubling their leader. Perhaps that is all there is to it? If it truly is, then I have nothing to worry about, so long as I get to her first and convince her to not share her contact information. To do that, I need her to first lift this Stygian banishment!

“Well, I thank you for her number, you proved most helpful in this matter of miscommunication. I should start putting my efforts towards composing a proper response, so I take my leave.” Loki stood from the table and left without giving anyone a chance to pry anymore than they already had.

“Director Y/LN, looks like everything checks out here. The programs are all running and there hasn’t been any repetition of the errors we first faced.” The weary voice of her subordinate pulled Y/N’s attention from her laptop screen.

“About time,” Y/N pushed a chipper tone into her voice to mask the true exhaustion that had taken lodging inside her. Lacing her fingers together, she turned her palms outwards and stretched as she sighed. “I swear, technology isn’t as amazing as it’s cracked up to be…especially when it flops like this first thing.” She grumbled as she logged the successful trial and cleared this site as operational.

“When it acts up, I can’t agree more. When it’s working, I have no complaints.” Her subordinate’s soft chuckle could not mask the fatigue. “C’mon, it’s late, but we still have time to grab dinner. The rest of us are heading out to celebrate that we’re finally online!” The eager twinkle in those brown eyes made the offer more tempting, but Y/N had to decline. 

“You gotta join us, Chief!” Another chimed in, hearing her answer.

“Pretty please?” Came another plea.

“I really wish I could, but I’ve got a red-eye to catch. I need to finalize and submit the report before I’m off.” Y/N closed her laptop and pointed to the large clock on the wall.

“Damn, they’re really not giving you any wiggle room, huh?”

“That’s not fair at all! Other directors don’t go running around like they’re making you. This is abuse!”

“Let’s not get too hasty, I choose to handle certain things personally to make sure it’s done properly. It reduces the chances of unnecessary back-and-forth. Next time we can celebrate, I promise. Thanks for all your hard work, everyone. Let’s keep it up and get this project completed as soon as possible.” With a chorus of confirmations and cheers. Y/N packed her things and gave one last wave before leaving back to her hotel. 

She dropped back onto the awaiting mattress, heaving a heavy sigh as she finally let the fatigue show itself. For the last five weeks, Y/N flew between all the S.H.I.E.L.D. locations that had a library department to manage the setup and checks of the new system that was provided per location as promised. She had been formally trained on the software, but sat through the boring session with the staff each and every time it was given. There was no doubt in her mind that if she were to die now, her last words would probably be incoherent ramblings from the lecture. The only good news in all this was that she was finally done. This flight would bring her one step closer to her much-needed comfy bed in her small, cozy apartment.

Forcing herself up, she pulled out her laptop to edit her report one last time before sending it off and logging out for the remainder of the evening. She changed to something comfortable and made sure everything was packed away and ready to go before ordering room service.

At least they don’t cheap out on where I stay and pick up the tab entirely. She leaned back into the padded headboard that was attached to the wall. “Did I check in to my flight? Crap, I don’t think I did.” She muttered, feelings round the covers until she found her phone hidden away under a pillow. A good hour and a half was burned away through all her editing and rechecking the report. Her stomach growled in protest. Gently patting the disgruntled creature, she quickly checked in through the app and sighed with relief at the boarding pass notification on her status bar. It was then that she noticed the message notification that was sitting there unread, still. 

The corners of her lips tugged downwards into a frown. Y/N could have sworn that she read all of her messages. Opening the texting application, she noticed the unknown number had sent about 3 messages to her, the latest being from a couple of days ago. Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at the glowing screen, trying to recall anything. When nothing came to her, she gave in and opened the chat. Her jaw dropped as it all cam rushing back to her.

Oh shit, I’m in trouble now! She lightly and rapidly hit the heel of her left hand into her forehead several times. Way to go, Y/N, you completely ignored someone for almost three weeks now! “What do I do, what do I do?! Obviously, I need to reply, but how?!” She bit her lower lip, typing, reading, erasing, and retyping too many times to count before giving up at the knock at her door. Paying the server a tip, she sat at the table and began to eat. Clearly she needed food to get her brain in some semblance of working order as she reread the messages.

<Librarian, this is Loki, the second prince of Asgard. It has come to my attention that you have been working under a misunderstanding. Remove the banishment order.> It was the first text that came roughly three weeks ago.

<Librarian, this is not amusing. You placed a banishment order with no means for me to rectifying your misunderstanding by leaving the facility. Remove it at once.> This second text came four days after the first.

<Why do you not answer me, woman? I have repeatedly asked you to remove your misguided decision, and it has yet to be fixed.>  This text, which made her snort, came almost two weeks ago. <I know you have read my texts.> 

None of this is asking me anything, you’re demanding. She rolled her eyes.

<Perhaps my prior texts were not properly worded. As per the insistent pestering of my brother and the others, I am messaging you again. I did not intentionally ignore you the day you banished me from the library. I had just come from a lengthy training session and review/strategy meeting afterwards. The only thing I had done between then and arriving at the library was to refresh myself in my quarters to be more presentable in public. The ‘promise’ I made slipped my mind completely, but I had no control over that matter due to how long it took. You make ask your precious admiral if you wish to confirm my story, or you can request the data of that session to prove the time. With all that being said, I understand why you would be upset. I would greatly appreciate it if you would remove the order given to the system so that I may read peacefully in the library once more.> She was surprised to see such a lengthy text coming after all the short, demanding ones that came before it. What surprised her even more was the last text sent earlier today when she was fighting with the program errors. <Are you alright? You have not read my last text.><Sorry for replying so late, I was tied up with my work. Also, I accept your ‘apology’. By ‘admiral’, do you mean CAPTAIN America, Steve?> It took her a minute to realize who he was referring to, and she nearly fell out of her seat laughing at the mistake no one has ever made. At least not to her. <Why would I go ask him or check the records? I doubt you’re lying about a long session, I trust you. Sadly, you’ll have to wait until I’m back on site to cancel the order. I can only do those type of changes while on S.H.I.E.L.D. grounds and on their network. Good news is I’ll be back Monday, so just two more days!> She confidently sent her reply and finished the rest of her meal. Glancing at the clock, she sighed and called for the driver to come as she made her way to the lobby and checked out. Soon you’ll be home, Y/N, soon.

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[fatuismooches]

suddenly thinking how angsty it would be if fragile! reader always tries to put on a brave front but one day dottore walks in on them crying and berating themselves for being cursed with this useless body

♡ 𝐃𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ♡

synopsis: Illness and sickness had plagued you for far longer than you liked. Even though you were determined to keep up the smiles and hope, there were times when you simply couldn't do it anymore, which Dottore soon came to realize.

includes: dottore w/ gn! reader

notes: Related to the posts under my fragile reader tag. I have a problem with keeping things short. I just keep writing and then this was born. Hope you like this nonnie! I made it angsty and fluffy. (Reader is also a bit self deprecating here, just as a warning.)

Imagine Dottore finding you crying and insulting yourself due to your illness.

You had long accepted that being inflicted with such a mysterious illness had a lengthy list of drawbacks and no pros. There was no other option anyway, as you just had to deal with it every day until Dottore figured something out. You always reassured him (or were you reassuring yourself?) that you would be fine until then. You had full confidence in your lover and his abilities. This was your Zandik after all, the one whose wisdom rivaled even the Gods.

But, you could not lie. Despite all of your smiles and composed nature, there were times when your faith and hope wavered. There were times when you despised yourself for your weakness. It had been countless years since you were sick, yet it felt that the only progress made was downwards.

You pretended as though you did not notice the stares and whispers directed toward you, but you had no doubt in your mind about what the soldiers and even the Harbingers must be wondering - Why is a man of such power, such knowledge, such intelligence, keeping you, the one who no longer possesses any of those traits, around him? The fact was, that you were struggling to answer that question yourself with every passing day.

–

Recently, some of the younger clones had begun to join you for meals. You reached the conclusion that the younger, more inexperienced ones were more likely to join you for such human tasks, and you were quite grateful for the company. They always managed to lift your spirits - though it made you slightly melancholic for how much time had passed since the old days. 

Though one day, he had to excuse himself for reasons. You had learned that Dottore was planning on doing something in Sumeru - something with the Balladeer and the Akademiya - you weren’t too sure, but all the clones have been busy preparing for whatever the plan is. You were more reminiscent of the time you spend with Dottore in your home country to pay attention anymore.

Moving back to the point, you were left to your own devices, which was usually fine. The only problem was that he had yet to pour you a drink. But that was a simple task, right? No.

Since the progression of your illness, your hands became increasingly unsteady, especially when you were trying to do basic tasks. You had stopped pouring things a long time ago for every time you did, you managed to make it spill everywhere. Zandik had told you to call for a segment when doing even such basic tasks, for he knew your body inside and out, but you couldn’t help but feel like an inconvenience for bothering a busy clone to pour you juice. But maybe, just maybe, you could do it, you hoped.

You were wrong. Bad things happened.

The noise and crash sent some of the other segments literally sprinting to you, and soon enough almost everyone in the lab had known what happened. To put it short, it was one of the most embarrassing days of your life. Since then, a clone was always required to be with you for meals.

–

That was just one of the many incidents where your frail body couldn’t keep up with your commands. It felt as though you didn’t even own your body, it was being held hostage by your sickness. You hated when the clones asked you for your opinion on an experiment, but you could only respond with a chuckle, as the headaches made your mind spin far too much to make sense of the numbers and words jumbled together. You hated seeing the Fatui assign new assistants to Dottore, jealous of how that was once your position. 

You hated when you cried into your pillows, doing your best to muffle out the sounds of sobs in the middle of the night. Why did it have to be you? Why couldn’t someone else be cursed with this miserable life? You just wanted to go back to the old days. The days when you didn’t have to try new medicines, draw blood, take shots, or endure examinations for an excruciating amount of time. You knew that Zandik cared for you, despite his odd methods of showing it, yet the voice in the back of your head grew louder and louder. What if he stopped trying to find a cure? What if he deemed you a failure or a fruitless endeavor, and discarded you? But most of all -

What if he didn’t love you anymore?

You swatted these thoughts and emotions to the back of your heads. At least, luckily for you, no one had noticed your unsettled state yet. Red eyes were blamed on lack of sleep and tiredness, and runny noses were due to the cold.

Yet one day you slipped up.

–

It had been a regular day. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened - you endured having to be helped with a numerous amount of tasks, closed your ears to the whispers of others as you took your daily walk around the lab, shut your eyes as your heart pounded after the simple activities, and lamented at how you did not see Zandik.

It was normal. Yet you felt particularly exhausted and the pricks of tears at the corners of your eyes had refused to leave you despite blinking them back. So as soon as you got back to the main part of the lab, you quickly excused yourself to your room so you could finally let the waterworks free. It was a familiar sensation, launching yourself into your soft plush bed, which you considered your safe place. It would be your haven if only Zandik spent more time with you in it.

Your lover’s familiar scent still lingered on the blankets, and fresh tears began to roll down your cheeks as you curled up into a ball. You bit your lip to prevent sobs from spilling out, but it eventually became too much bear, and you let out wails that you tried your best to keep hushed. You thought about nothing and everything at the same time, blocking out the sounds of the outside world. Perhaps that was why you did not hear the footsteps of a clone passing by, or feel his stare as he peered into your room, and then the shuffling of footsteps as he quickly walked away. You were far too swept up in your patheticness, and planned to stay this way for a while until-

Creak.

You immediately stiffened and held your breath, biting your lip to temporarily stop your cries. You strained your ear for any more sounds but heard nothing. It was just your imagination, you thought.

You released your breath to let out some more whines and then - creak, one that was much louder and drawn out. You nearly jumped out of your skin and rushed to sit up, and that’s when you saw the familiar masked face of your lover, standing at the entrance of your room, hand on the doorknob.

Your heart stopped. Why, why oh why was Zandik here? He never came around you at this time, it was always just you and the segments. He was always in another part of the lab, researching and experimenting on things you could barely process anymore despite your scholarship from the Akademiya.

You didn’t know and you wished it was just a bad dream. But you knew it wasn’t, as you realized you may have accidentally left the door open a crack. Your eyes were blurry, but you could still make out a number of segments slightly peeking into your room, the only things visible were their red eyes and teal hair, some pairs of hands gripping the doorway. You felt miserable but that cute little scene made your heart squeeze a bit. You felt like running away from it all, but you knew that was impossible. The only thing you could do was hide your teary and blotched face from Dottore with your hands.

Zandik motioned to his segments to leave the two of you be and shut the door, leaving you alone with him. He sensed when the minds of his clones went haywire a couple of minutes ago, and now he could see why. He calmly took a seat at the edge of your bed and looked at you, silently beckoning you to come near.

You felt stupid and embarrassed to be seen in this state, but you couldn’t help but comply and inch toward him, crawling into his lap. Your only escape in this life. Zandik held you firm and steady as you wrapped your arms around him, burying your ashamed face into his chest. You tried to spew out an apology but it only came out as broken, incoherent hiccups and phrases. He rubbed your back in such a way, you knew that he was targeting specific points to release pressure.

“Who was it?”

You shook your head, your breathing becoming slightly steadier. You knew what he was getting at - you had seen him make examples out of people before - but you had no idea how’d he react when you thought you were the problem. 

“No?” You nodded, silently bracing yourself for the next question. “Then what is the matter?” Zandik could feel your eyes flutter shut as you merely tightened your grip on him, shrugging your shoulders. It seemed like you weren’t going to make this easy for him.

“Has the medication been too much for you? Are there any side effects hurting you?”

A small grunt from you denied this.

“Perhaps the meals are getting too boring and redundant, not to your liking? Or is it the scenery?”

You shook your head once again and finally decided to croak something out, that left the wise doctor baffled.

“It’s me…” you said softly. 

Zandik paused before echoing what you said. “You? How so?”

You opened your mouth to speak but closed it, unsure of how to express your feelings. You shifted yourself into a different position, where you sat sideways and your legs were draped over his, nuzzling into Zandik’s shoulder.

“I just feel so pathetic,” you began. “It just hurts to live like this sometimes. I can barely do anything by myself. My body is so useless. I’m such a burden, I-I don’t know how you deal with me, or why you keep me around. It’s all t-too much.” Everything that you had kept bottled up flowed out like a dam, as you continued to sputter out more about your pent-up emotions. As if you didn’t cry enough, more tears sprung up and you desperately tried to rub them away again. Dottore did not interrupt you, allowing you to wet his shirt with how many tears you needed to.

“How long have you felt this way?” You couldn’t bring yourself to answer it, for the pressing fear of how he felt about you now weighed on you.

“Look at me, [Name],” Dottore took hold of your chin and turned it to face him. Even though he had his mask on, you could feel him looking straight at you, compelling you to respond for he would not settle for anything else.

“A while now,” you admitted weakly.

He brushed his gloved thumb against your lips and his fingers over your tears. “And you did not think to confide in me?”

“I didn’t know how to just bring something like this up. And I didn’t know how you would react, if you thought I was being overdramatic or ungrateful for everything or- I just didn’t know,” you stuttered over your words as you fiddled which his chest harness.

“I am many things. Horrible and unfathomable things. But I am your lover, too. You have been mine for countless years, since the days in the Akademiya. To believe that I would merely pass your worries and concerns aside is simple foolishness.” To other people, the way Zandik spoke may seem harsh. But to you, it soothed you like no other. You both carried many sins, yet there was an unspoken air of comfort whenever the two of you were near each other, the need to have your guards up no longer existed.

“You are wrong in your contemplation. I do not know if anyone put these ideas into your head, but they are wrong as well. It confuses me as to why you would assume that I would no longer care for you. You are the only one who has been by my side from the beginning, so you are the one who will be by my side until the very end. I want no one else with me beside you.”

“As for your illness, regretfully, there is still no cure that I have found. But, it seems that the medication has not been very effective lately, has it? I will get to making a new type later.”

By now, his words had made you feel a whole lot better and your brain was starting to process everything much more. “It’s okay, the meds are fine. I’m just so glad I got to talk to you like this, Zandik. Feeling a lot better now,” you said gently, reaching up to press a kiss to his soft cheeks. (It had always amused you how his cheeks had such a plush softness to them.)

Dottore did not hesitate to return the favor, as he left a trail of kisses down your face, carefully scrutinizing your expression as he continued to nip your neck with his pointy teeth. The feeling left you in absolute bliss and comfort, exactly what you need after all of that.

“[Name], do you remember what I else I said when I declared I would cure you?”

“...When you say you’ll do something, you’ll do it, despite anything and everything.”

“Precisely. So do not worry. Even if you do, come to me immediately.” You fluttered your eyes shut and nodded in agreement, snaking your hand up to rest between his fluffy locks of hair.

“Can you hold me some more? Just until I fall asleep?” This whole ordeal had left you physically and mentally exhausted, as your body and mind screamed at you to slumber.

“Of course. However long as you like,” Zandik agreed, as he cradled you and gently placed you on your back in your bed. He slipped in after you and nestled you against his body, a strong arm thrown over your chest.

“Thank you,” your tiredness had begun to cause your words to slur. “...I’m sorry for causing you trouble.”

“Do not apologize. You have not done anything wrong.”

“I interrupted your research though…” you trailed off as you turned to rest your cheek against his chest.

“There is no need to fret. Close your eyes and sleep,” Zandik stroked your hair, his deep, commanding voice lulling you to the land of dreams. You made a sound of agreement and within seconds you were knocked out. Dottore could feel your body breathe in and out, an aura of peacefulness now surrounding you.

Your tears caused Dottore to realize he had neglected to consider the emotional toll your illness had on you, as he was more focused on the physical aspects. He had to admit, it was an oversight on his part. Even though he did not care for the feelings of others, he had learned to read your emotions and pick up on what you were thinking. 

Zandik had always remembered you as the bright and bubbly peer from the Akademiya, who smiled and made fun of him even as your sickness crept in. So in the rare occurrences he saw your tears, a part of him was unsure of what to do. And to think that these rare occurrences had become frequent ones without him knowing?

He must not have been paying attention to you very well. That simply would not do, Dottore concluded.

He would invite you to his lab to keep him company for a while, he decided. He had also heard from the Ninth Harbinger that a company was conducting a tour of Snezhnaya from a luxury boat for a few hours. You had always liked the swaying of the waves. Perhaps you would enjoy that.

But for now, you deserved your rest. Despite his desire to stay, he pried himself away from you and stood up, tucking the covers up higher on you. There was much work to be done, especially after this conversation.

He knew that there would be days when you cried again and again. But Zandik had long made it his duty to cure you. He would not rest until that was accomplished.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

drabble #1 - coffee can wait

elijah mikaelson x reader

summary: cockwarming with elijah

tags: sleepiness, cockwarming, morning sex, vaginal sex

word count: 1,051

a/n: wrote this drunk, edited it sober. i’ve had writer’s block all weekend, so hopefully writing this can crack that. plus, i was in desperate need of something smutty with elijah ;)

“Are you still busy?” You poke your head into your lover’s study. It’s nearly midnight, and the man has been dutifully going over papers since after dinner. 

“Unfortunately, yes. Is there something you need, baby?”

“Just you. I can’t sleep without you.”

Elijah sighs wistfully, “come here.” He pats his lap for you to sit. 

You hurry over to him, nightgown catching a bit of air. When you reach his side, he helps position you over his lap, then holds onto your waist. You adjust your hips slightly, getting comfortable.

“Don’t move too much, baby.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright. Mind if I go back to reading? I should finish in the next hour or two.”

“Okay.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, head on his shoulders, and curl into him. In only a couple of minutes, your eyes are fluttering with sleepiness. But despite your exhaustion, part of you refuses to sleep. Underneath you, whether he realizes it or not, Elijah’s growing hard. He’s rubbing up on your legs, making your already needy state much worse. 

“‘Lijah?” You say after a little. 

“Yes?”

“Are you almost done?”

“Not quite.”

“Can you… can you take a break?”

“I really shouldn’t, baby.”

“But you’re… you’re,” the words leave you. Unable to voice them, you tell him by feeling a hand on his cock. 

He groans in pleasure, then grimaces. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention, and neglected to notice… that.”

“I can help,” you mumble sleepily. 

“No, baby, you don’t have to.”

“Wanna.”

“Aren’t you too tired?”

You sigh in response, knowing he’s right. 

“Let’s try this, okay?” He moves your body gently just enough that he can pull himself out, hissing when the cool air of the room hits him. “Hold on, just for a second.” You nod, and he wets two fingers in his mouth before putting them on your clit. He rubs in a couple circles before slipping his fingers inside you, testing your wetness. When he decides you’re ready, he gestures for you to get on top. 

As soon as you do, he fills you completely. If you could see it, your stomach would probably have a bulge from how big he is, and the thought just makes you wetter. You both let out a moan at the feeling, causing him to turn your head to face him for a kiss. 

“Comfortable?”

“Mhm.”

Perfectly fit, you lean back into his shoulder. Before you know it, you’re out like a light. 

Half an hour later, Elijah’s finally done with his reading. He’s about to praise you for your patience, but then notices you’re fast asleep. The sight brings a smile to his face. 

As quietly as he can, he picks you up and carries you to the bed. Without undressing from his suit, he lies down beside you. Even if he wasn’t too tired to change, changing into different clothes would require pulling out from you, and he’s too satiated for that right now. So, after one more look at your beautiful face, he lets his eyes flutter shut. 

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You wake up to the sound of birds and the smell of fresh coffee filling your senses. It’s a lovely way to start a morning, and reminds you so much of why you love living with the Mikaelsons. But then you try to sit up, and realize someone has a tight grip on your body, holding you in place. You take a relaxed breath. Elijah. Smiling, but wanting that coffee, you try to wiggle out of his grip. 

That’s when you realize… the events of last night: not being able to sleep; checking up on your boyfriend… you wiggle one more time… he’s still inside of you, too. 

Almost instantly, you feel your body getting wet again. He’s still as hard as he was yesterday, and is still in his suit, too. 

“‘Lijah,” you whisper, kissing his cheek. “Hey.”

Slowly, his eyes blink open. “Good morning, baby.”

“Good morning,” you kiss his nose this time. “Did you sleep well?”

“Quite well, did you?”

“Mhm. Woke up even better.”

“Is that so?”

You answer by moving your hips against his cock, eliciting a groan from his throat. 

“There’s coffee downstairs,” you then say. 

He glares at you, a smirk teasing his lips. “Coffee can wait.” Without any further warning, he moves fast to climb on top of you, thrusting even deeper into you. He buries his face in your neck, leaving a trail of kisses, and making you moan from the pleasure. 

“I-’Lijah,” you whine. 

“Are you okay with this?” He asks suddenly.

“Perfectly.”

“Then let me love you, since I didn’t get to last night.”

You don’t have time to answer before he turns you into a moaning mess. One hand holds your hips, while the other makes circles on your clit. He thrusts into you at a comfortable pace, still kissing all over your face and neck. You bury your hands in his hair, tugging at the ends, pulling him closer to your body. 

It isn’t long before you feel yourself getting close. You try to contain your moans, knowing his whole family is probably awake downstairs, but Elijah isn’t having it. He praises you after every loud cry, and you, desperate to please him, give in quickly.

Soon, sweat beads on his forehead, and his thrusts get more sloppy. He’s panting in your ear, sending shock waves throughout your body, bringing you closer. 

“‘Lijah?”

“Yes?”

“I’m gonna c-” You’re cut off by your own pleasure, unable to finish the sentence. “Oh god, oh fuck, fuck, ffffff-” He kisses you quiet, tongue slipping inside your mouth. Seconds later, he follows, cumming deep inside you, groaning as he does. A vibration ripples through you and you shiver. “Fuck, ‘Lijah. I love you.”

As soon as he comes down from his high, he kisses you gently. “I love you, too, baby.”

◇◇◇◇

It isn’t for another hour that you get down to the coffee. After peeling yourselves out of bed, you take a quick shower together. Things get dirty again before you get clean, but eventually you make it down to the kitchen. Of course, all three siblings are there, sipping slowly, with judging looks. 

“Busy night, huh?”

You mess up the boy’s hair playfully as you walk past him. “Shut up, Kol.”

[animeyanderelover]

I’m pleasantly surprised that people are actually requesting for this show. When I published my first Hc’s about the wolves, I really wasn’t sure how successful that would be.

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional thoughts, manipulation, gaslighting, s/o being monopolized, forced relationship, jealousy, isolation

Imprinting on Bella’s step-sister

You're the biological child of Phil Dywer and ever since he has married Renée, she has become your step-mother. You are happy for him because he genuinely seems to love her, even though his job requires him to travel often. You and your step-sister Bella see how much Renée misses her husband and Bella soon tells you that she has decided to move back to Forks to her biological dad in hopes and asks you if you would like to come with her. She explains to you that with the both of you living in Forks, Renée might be able to travel with Phil and could spend more time with him. You realize that she has the best in mind for her mother but you hesitate because whilst you know Charlie a bit, he isn't the father with whom you have grown up. On the other hand you also know that Renée can't tag along with her husband because of the both of you still being minors and you also know that your father and your new step-mom miss each other terribly whenever the both of them are separated from each other.

Bella proposes the idea one evening when the entire family is present because she kind of knows that it would be harder for you to explain yourself if only your new mother is in the house. You're still somewhat unsure about everything but Bella is already determined and you also wish for both of your parents to be able to spend more time together so hesitantly you confirm that you would like to tag along with Bella. Renée feels guilty when she realizes why the both of you are doing this, especially since Phil id your real father which makes this even harder for you. She tries to tell the both of you that everything will be fine and that she doesn't mind but Bella's mind is already set and you pull yourself together too. Your father is saddened by the news but decides to respect your wishes and instead see it as a good opportunity for you to brighten your prespective and meet new people.

Charlie is nice to you when both of you arrive in Forks, although you still feel a tad bit more awkward than Bella who seems comfortable because this is the father she has grown up with. You do your best to not show your hesitance and your nervousness though because Charlie is a good man. You come to realize soon that Bella herself seems to have troubles adjusting to Forks and the new school due to her quiet and introverted nature. Both of you just stick together in the beginning since both of you already know each other and are step-sisters anyways. Luckily both of you soon find your own group of friends and you start feeling more comfortable. At the same time though, Bella starts gravitating to the mysterious Edward who, as Jessica tells you, is together with his adopted siblings quite the mystery in the entire school. Although you have a bad feeling about him, you don't stop Bella.

You are introduced to Edward around the same time, a childhood friend of Bella as you soon find out, and you quickly notice that he is clearly in love with Bella. Your sister on the other hand only sees him as a good friend and you are just as aware of the fact that she already loves Edward. You can't help but think that Jacob appears to be the better choice though. He's sweet, protective and above all he looks normal. You subtly try to hint to Bella that he would be the safer choice but she ignores everything you say as she reacts quickly defensive as soon as you even mildly say anything against Edward. In favor of not causing a rift between the two of you, you give up and try to accept Edward. This is harder than expected though because Bella starts getting constantly in danger as soon as she involves herself with him and the Cullens. You can't help the sliver of bitter resentment when Bella breaks her leg and suddenly distances herself from you, more secretive than ever.

She always reassures you that everything will be fine throughout everything and you swallow all your strong dislike back. Only for Edward to disappear, leaving your step-sister broken and empty. If you could, you would slap him good across his stupid face as you try to support your sister and pick up the broken pieces as good as you can. You even contact Jacob snd inform him about her current status in hopes that by spending time with him, she might start feeling better. He latches onto this chance and you're all up for it, respect his wishes when he asks you if he can have some time alone with Bella. He's trying his luck now and whilst you aren't sure anymore if that will be of any use because of Bella's strong infatuation with Edward, you do what you can. Then he suddenly pulls back too and you are flabbergasted, can't believe that he would have done something like this to Bella.

You try to assist Bella to find him only for her to ask you to stay out of this. That's the first time you get really mad at her to the point of yelling because you're so frustrated. Frustrated because you know that she tries to keep something a secret from you despite you being her step-sister. Does she not trust you? She flinches, tries to make herself small as you get vent your emotions out but remains firm in her decision to keep you out of her business. It's too dangerous, you shouldn't get involved. Her own hypocrisy flies cleanly over her own head. You calm at least a bit down when she tells you that she's gotten back in contact with Jacob, explains briefly that he was having a hard time. You don't want to see the bastard's face anymore though as you wonder why Bella always has to be involved with such guys.

The final piece that breaks you is when Bella abruptly leaves and flies to Italy without giving you any explanation, although you see her with one of the Cullens. Not even Charlie can tell you clearly why she left and that is when you finally explode and storm to Jacob's house after getting the address from Charlie. Billy opens the door surprised after hearing your consistent pounding and ringing as you don't even let him have the first word, instantly asking him if Jacob is at home. He tries to stop you as you forcefully get in his house, vivid and ready to shake answers out of Jacob. Because you have a good feeling that he knows what's up with everything that has happened to Bella recently. He's most likely even directly involved. He's in the kitchen, a mug of hot beverage in his hands as he hears the loud noises and sees you storming through the door out of the corner of his eyes.

You demand answers from him, insist that you have the right to know what is going on with your sister. You notice that he looks very different. His long hair cut short and you even notice a tattoo on his arm and wonder if he has joined some sort of delinquent group. You can't help but feel disappointed because you genuinely trusted him with Bella only for him to abandon her too. Why is your sister surrounded by shitty men like that?? You glare at him, growing even more frustrated when you realize that he doesn't even turn around to look at him and start angrily yelling at him. You say some hurtful stuff to him within the passion of your anger, notice from the corner of your eyes how Billy looks increasingly worried and even scared as he tries to stop you but you're too caught up in your own frustration.

His hand clenches into a fist and you notice that he starts to tremble slightly but finally he turns around to look at you as you've successfully managed to make him unable to ignore him. You're prepared for him to get angry with you but the moment his eyes meet yours, you hear him gasping as he suddenly drops the mug in his hands, the object shattering as soon as it hits the ground as the hot liquid spills on the ground. You flinch in surprise, stare down at the broken cup only to look back at him confused only to find his gaze glued to you. He looks as if he is in a daze, a dreamy and reverent shine in his eyes as he stares at you. All traces of bitterness and anger vanish from his face as he steps forward to you. You stand still in your place, majorly confused with his sudden shift of behavior. Billy's face on the other hand has lit up with realization as he looks up at you with shock and surprise.

You have no idea what is going on as Jacob suddenly stands right in front of you, one of his hands suddenly grabbing your own hand. He’s really warm as you notice but that’s besides the point. He asks you softly if you’d like to stay for a bit and it weirds you out. What is going on? It’s like he has just forgotten about everything you just yelled at him. You look confused at his father but he still seems to be quite in shock from whatever realization he just had. Jacob seems to want to bring you into his room until you blur out that he still spilled his mug all over the floor and that you should probably clean it up. You’re just searching for an excuse to get away from him as his sudden shift in behavior scares you. He quickly tells you that he’ll do it though and that you can just sit down in the kitchen in the meantime, his eyes showing his eagerness to have you within his reach.

The following days feel surreal to you. It’s like he’s forgotten all about Bella and instead has latched onto you all of a sudden. You don’t get any answers out of him either although he promises you that he’ll tell you, even claiming to you that Bella will probably never tell you. His promises manage to keep you close and he knows that which is why Jacob uses it as manipulation. His previous love for Bella is all but forgotten as you are his real imprint and his body is filled with blissful delight. He dedicates himself to stick close to you, visits you countless times whilst using the trust Charlie has with him to lure you out of your room. He tells Charlie that he’s worried about you because of Bella’s sudden absence and would like to try to cheer you up. To your dismay Charlie decides to believe him because he is also concerned about you and you can only reject Jacob that often until Charlie starts getting suspicious.

When Bella returns with Edward, you notice Jacob’s good mood dropping rapidly. Shouldn’t he be happy that Bella is back? You want to greet Bella happily for finally returning although you’re still mad with Edward. It never gets that far though as you’re suddenly pulled back by Jacob who wraps his arms tightly and protectively around you. You glance up confused and feel your breath hitching in your throat when you see the hateful and resentful glare he gives both of them. Edward’s eyes widen a tad bit in surprise, you don’t know why but he also seems to realize something as his face reminds you of Billy when he seemed to notice something you didn’t. At least Bella is in the same boat as you as she looks at Jacob confused. When she tries to approach you, he sneers at her to stay back, his voice dripping with anger and spite that you never thought would come from him. What is wrong with him? Bella is his friend! Edward steps protectively in front of Bella as both men glare at each other.

You don’t understand what is going on as Jacob suddenly blames Bella for keeping you away from him, accusing her that she just wants to see him suffer but that this won’t happen anymore. He sounds like a paranoid maniac as he throws those accusations at her and Bella and you exchange confused and frightened looks as Jacob keeps you as close to him as possible before dragging you away from both of them. As soon as the both of you are alone and you try to collect your racing mind, he suddenly demands of you to stay away from both of them. They’re trouble for you, with him you’re much safer. You stare at him before shakily asking you what is going on. Your meek tone softens his harsh features as he embraces you and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead, promising you that everything will be fine now. You have him.

From that day on Jacob becomes unbearable. He’s always spending his time with you and his attitude is terrible. He’s hostile and aggressive around everyone around you, his mood quickly spoiled as soon as you ignore him for one freaking minute in favor of chatting with one of your friends. He’s rude and salty with them, completely ignores your feelings as he scares them away and manages to make them avoid you. Worst of all is that as soon as you lash out at him, he starts crying and begging you to not leave him and abandon him like Bella did. He loves you! He can’t live without you! Everything leaves you with a major headache, you don’t understand anything coming from his mouth. In what way did Bella abandon him? You attempt to ask Bella about it but she tells you that Jacob will probably tell you soon enough, her eyes avoiding yours as if she’s guilty of something. You don’t get much time to spend with Bella as Edward keeps her away from you and has her avoiding you just as much as Jacob makes sure that you stay away from those two. They’re bad influences after all.

Eventually he brings you along to one of the private meetings of his tribe. You initially want to reject and flee from him by locking yourself up in your room but when he tells you that tonight he’ll tell you everything, you have no choice. You notice that a lot of his other friends have the same tattoo as them as they welcome you. Jacob keeps you protectively close to him the entire time. It’s on that night that you find out everything you thought only existed in fairy tails. You have troubles looking Bella into her eyes after that, almost feel betrayed by her as you find out about her plans to turn into a vampire and for never telling you anything. The news of that Jacob imprinted on you and that it is physically painful for a shapeshifter to stay away from their imprint shackles you to him, forces a responsibility on you that ties you to him. Jacob seems satisfied though. He has you all for himself after all. That’s everything he ever wanted.

[mochilatae]

On The Way (Jungkook x Fem Reader)

Word Count: 5.4k (ish)

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem Reader/YN

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Public sex, unprotected sex (established relationship), creampie, orgasms (yours and his), intense sex, dirty talk, tension, flirting, kissing (tongue and regular), grinding/humping, nipple play (sucking, biting), licking, light teasing/playful teasing. If I missed anything, so be it ----I usually do!

Genre: Roommates to Lovers, PwP

AUs: Roommate Jungkook/ Roommate BTS

Summary: Just a date night at the movies, with your boyfriend. On the way home is when things change.

Author’s Note: Another one I just wanted to do. I was thinking about how hot it would be to have this kind of encounter with JK and I was in the mood to talk about going out to a movie, so here we are.

Thank you for reading (and ignoring any typos, etc, the usual). I always appreciate everyone who takes the time to read my work.

If you like it and want to tell me, I'd love to know. If you feel like reblogging, it's very much appreciated but never a requirement.

Tag List: @kiestrokes @worldwideseal @kiestrokes

“I can’t believe I got you out of the house and into the theater. It’s a regular miracle.” 

You were only giving Jungkook moderate grief. The truth was a bit more nuanced: he’d been to a movie theater before. It wasn’t that he didn’t like that kind of thing, it was more that you didn’t remember the last time it was just you and him. So this was different AND nice.

“A miracle? …Are you saying I’m a shut-in?” He grinned, drizzling butter over his large popcorn. You watched, mesmerized at the way he kept pumping more and more of the golden liquid as he moved the contents around, spreading the oily coating in various directions. It seemed to go  and on before he was finally satisfied enough. 

You let out a sigh. “No. Come on. I don’t want to miss the previews.” 

“Since when do you like those?” Jungkook chuckled, then plucked a single piece of popcorn off the top and lobbed it past his lips. At least he’d begun to walk and you followed dutifully. Let him interrogate you as long as you both moved in the right direction: theater door 3. 

“Since forever. It’s a great way to see what’s coming up and I always see something I like.” 

“I don’t know if that’s true, Y/n.” 

“Let’s not argue.” You trailed Jungkook to the theater door and he pushed it open, leaving you enough room to duck under and into the darkness. Straight ahead the world swallowed in blackness became semi-coherent as the bright lights of the screen at the far end of the path flashed another theater ad. One of many it rotated through ahead of anything–including your much coveted previews. 

When you sat down, Jungkook dropped into the seat on the right and sorted his drink into the cup holder. Although he was staring at the screen, you could see his silver washed features–and the smirk. 

“..I just think it’s funny..” 

“Oh my god. Koooo.” You withered, slumping into your seat a bit further. The tickle of fingertips stroking the back of that hand resting on the arm made your nerves wobble and relaxed you just as quickly as you’d begun to tense up. 

“You like the previews. I’ll give you that–but you always skip them back at home. Why?” 

“Since it’s that important… I’ve already seen those. It’s pointless.” 

“Right.” Everything about the way that word came from his lips told you he still didn’t quite ‘get it’. But that was okay. What mattered was that you were both here. Together. Alone. The stars and your respective days off finally aligned.

“Are you excited about this movie?” You asked, poking through the popcorn he was working on, ignoring the obvious glare he was shooting your direction. You knew it was all bark, no bite. And it didn’t matter–you couldn’t be any more content. Jungkook could deal with it, as your boyfriend. 

There’d be bigger hurdles in this relationship. Everything was still fairly golden and brand new that the little things were still generally cute and tolerable. 

“I’ll save the hassle of lying and say I don’t even remember the title. Is it a horror film? You talked a lot about the latest ones you wanted to see.” 

“No. But we could go to a scary one–”

“I’m good.” He cut you off, snagging your wrist and bringing the piece of popcorn you’d selected to his mouth. You could hear the chewing over the top 40 hits droning from surround sound speakers. 

A moment later a comically sized drink with straw leaned into your view. “Sip?” 

“I’ve got my own, Koo. Thanks though.” 

“You sure?” The contents sloshed. “It’s Dr Pepper. I know you like that..” 

“Jungkook….” You glanced over, seeing one brow cocked and the other corner of his mouth doing the same. Damn him and his ways. A few beats passed. Finally you signed and leaned close, lips touching the straw. As you swallowed a few mouthfuls, he relaxed back into the seat. 

He didn’t HAVE to say ‘I knew it’. The lowering of his lids screamed that very thing. 

“What do you wanna do after this?” 

“Don’t know. It’s going to be pretty late. We hit the last show of the night. If anything’s open when we get out of here it’ll be a damn miracle.” 

“Maybe.” Jungkook tilted his head, studying the massive screen now painted with a series of trivia questions–the fun and far too easy type. You watched his eyes widen as they scanned each question. His lips were moving, no doubt sounding out the answers. You loved that he was so into trivia like this. 

“We could get lucky..” You continued. “I mean… It’s more time together. Worst case we could just go home and hang out.” 

“In bed?” He made it sound so choice and all he’d done was barely suggest the place you spent a lot of time in every evening, and for far too long on the weekend. Lots of fun was had there. Movies, listening to music…and …other things. 

“We’ll cross that bridge if we get there.” 

Jungkook’s knees relaxed wider, then his grip on your wrist transitioned to a slow entwining of fingers as he held your hand. The gesture was so simple and natural. He never hesitated holding your hand, which was something you couldn’t get enough of. Your entire being–especially inside you–softened as your head rested on his shoulder. You could feel the vibration as he spoke. 

“Sounds good to me..” 

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“I’m really glad we drove..” You yawned, staring ahead as Jungkook drove through towards the theater parking lot exit. He didn’t look over but he did shift gears. You felt the subtle pause in the acceleration as the car downshifted. 

“Me too. I don’t mind walking but sometimes driving is nice. We spend a lot of time walking down town. I mean…we live close enough to everything but..you know.” 

“Agreed. My feet hurt and I really needed to get off them after today.” It’d been the kind of day that had the perfect blend of too long, too busy and too many annoying people. The triple blend that resulted in an uneven mood by the time Jungkook came through the door a few hours ago to collect you and head to the movie. 

He was lucky you’d changed and brushed your hair. You wanted sweats, a tank top and no bra. What he got was nice jeans, a fancy blouse and flats. Your arches were nearly screaming even walking from the theater to the exit and from there to the car. You’d almost asked him to just go get the car while you waited at the curb, but he hadn’t let go of your hand so you dealt with it. 

Jungkook was an aggressive driver but not to a truly dangerous degree. The way he navigated the dark road that wound back towards the heart of the city, you could just check out for a bit and not worry much about an accident or being in the car for too long. Truth be told, you weren’t in the mood for a super cautious speed limit stickler tonight. Thank god he seemed to sense it. 

As you watched buildings slip by in odd shaped shadows or blurs of neon-like streaks you exhaled and the view muddied. 

“Feeling hungry?” Jungkook spoke and it was barely enough to hear after he fiddled with the radio and turned it on, then up. It wasn’t quiet in here but it wasn’t like you’d both have to shout to hear each other. 

“Hmm?” Casting a tired glance his way, you offered a brief smile. “I don’t think so. That popcorn was enough. Are you asking because you’re hungry?” If he was then you had no idea how Jungkook still had the room. He’d tanked his drink, the rest of yours and almost all the popcorn. 

“I’m good for now.” Palm pressing your belly under the seat belt, you shifted back against the seat, enjoying the warmth. 

“Gotcha..” Jungkook replied, eyes narrowing as he glanced at the rearview mirror, then the side mirror. After a few minutes he looked over blatantly, stopped at a red light. You hardly noticed the busy downtown main street when you caught the weight of his stare aimed evenly in your direction. 

“What?” Your lips trembled. 

He barely changed the shape of his lips. “You look really nice tonight.” 

You didn’t roll your eyes. Jungkook wasn’t stingy with his compliments and you learned to accept them, believing he really did mean what he said, compared to anyone else you’d dated–with a few exceptions for their own ends. 

“Thanks.”

His hand had finally released yours and was on the move, settling on your nearer thigh. You looked down but Jungkook was all in on watching your face. After a quick look to verify what he’d done, you met his stare again, noticing how even in the red light glare he managed to look pretty fucking hot. 

That shade of red suited him. 

“I don’t want to go home just yet.” He stated. Not a crime. 

You did like his car and the time with him. It smelled good in here and was toasty warm. The music was good. You could hang out here all night but being in the car without a destination in the plans was kind of…weird. At least that's what you thought any stranger would think was you sat there, with the peripherals of the cross traffic crawling by beyond the windshield. 

“Me either.” You finally agreed. “...Where could we go? It’s nearly midnight.” It was awfully busy on the road tonight but that was a lot in service to it being Friday night and the cusp of a holiday weekend. Plenty of chances to go fill the evening, if drinking and dancing were your cup of tea. 

That could have been you and Jungkook, if you hadn’t had such a long, trying day, but he still seemed content right here, as he was. 

“Do we have to go anywhere?” 

You sighed. “We SHOULD. We can’t sit at this red light forever and we can’t sit in the parking garage at the apartment complex with the car running. I’ve heard horror stories about garages and idling cars. Not the way I want to end my night.” 

Jungkook laughed quietly and nodded, then reached over and changed the station to something more akin to a dark and decadent, quiet storm blend. Something for the grown folks in the city, wanting to wind their night down in bed, but not to sleep.

“How do you want it to end?” He asked.

You felt warm in the chest and it was only crawling higher. Eventually you shifted against the pressure of your seat belt strap.

“I don’t know..” You had an idea. And it was totally fine, seeing as he was your boyfriend, but you wanted to see where he was going with this. Was the energy change the kind you were picking up? “..Did you have something in mind?” 

“Mmhm.” His lips seemed more lush and even carried a kind of darker hue as he leaned closer, bringing his cologne and the dark sway of his silky hair with him. You knew he knew how tempting his bangs were to slide your fingers through and play. He loved it–depending on how you did it, you’d either put him to sleep or make him more vigorous. 

The roaring ache suddenly gnawing between your squeezing thighs made the latter result a fresh hope in your mind. But you kept it hidden well, expression mostly neutral. 

“I want to kiss you. Want more than that, Y/n. Seeing you so into the movie…so focused…” The tip of his nose brushed yours as he inclined his head. Your lids lowered a hint. The hot lines of your lips parted just a little as you gazed into the plump, red lines of his looming mouth, leaning closer still. 

The music swelled as a voice crooned, riding the notes of a song that swayed like hips against you. Like a body gyrating in the dark. Heat licked your chin and the cupids bow at the center of your top lip. 

“Koo…” 

The blast of a horn at your back dragged you backwards into the seat. Jungkook watched, then moved his eyes the direction of the offending sound. A moment later he leaned towards the steering wheel and squinted up at the light–now a vibrant green. 

His foot sunk against the gas pedal. The car purred and surged off the line. 

“What a prick..” He snarled, swallowing.  

“Who knows how long the light was green before they honked.” You ventured, pushing hairs back from your face, fussing over a few strands. Shaking fingers told the tale: Jungkook’s energy was clearly spearheading the night exactly where you suspected. But that didn’t mean you had to follow it right here and now, to the detriment of anyone else’s evening plans. 

Patience was a virtue. Jungkook had very little at times and you made up for it by having enough in reserve. Someone had to keep the control for a bit longer until you made a mutual decision. 

Or admitted what was obviously hanging in the air of this car interior. And what was causing that tight squeeze of fingers into the top of your thigh, massaging firmly. Possessively, slowly creeping higher as Jungkook worked out another smile. 

“Let’s get home. We can figure it out from there.” 

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You didn’t have to open your door. Jungkook did it for you. 

His own had barely shut and he’d jogged around the car to your side. There was a tenderness in the way he took your hand in spite of the raw energy packing the car interior earlier. If it had been you, Jungkook might have found himself dragged onto the concrete with haste. Whatever cooling off he’d managed to do in the few minutes since the red light, the calm was back on his face.

The streetlight washed you both in a garish white but Jungkook was haloed around the top of his head standing face to face as he smiled. The car door shut although you didn’t remember pushing it. You were losing the grasp of fine detail with Jungkook so near. 

And the coolness of the night air had only briefly chased the agonizing heat from your core. Already it was gathering again. The tightness of his pale green t-shirt and that mostly open hoodie hanging off his broad shoulders didn’t do you any favors. Even ‘slumming it’, your boyfriend was winding your hormones like top, about to send you spinning the moment it was too much.

For all the power he held right now, there was a boyish playfulness in the grin Jungkook flashed, stepping close. Closer than he’d managed in the car–and that was impressive. Your body was responsive, leaning right towards his warmth. 

He paused with a sigh that washed over your upturned face. 

“Y/n..” 

“Hmm?”

“I had a good time..” 

“Can we do this inside the apartment?” 

Jungkook’s dark brows lowered and the heat swarmed in his eyes. “A bit eager, are we?” 

“Eager?” You scoffed. “In case you didn’t notice, at the stop light—” 

“I’m kidding, babe. We COULD.. But..” Jungkook giggled and shook his head. 

You watched him take a slow look around. Nothing about the parking lot around the back of the apartment building had changed. It was still the same mostly empty space as usual in the evening. No doubt the tenants were all out–probably wandering around downtown like you two had done.

“..It’s a long walk to the doors. All the way around to the front. Then we have to wait for the elevator… Who has time for that?” He finished with a hum. 

What mattered was the way Jungkook’s lips curved as he came back to you. A moment later he inched closer and an arm slowly slid around, adding pressure at the small of your back. 

You inhaled and he let out a low grunt. 

“What are you saying?” 

Another sly, sideways glimpse at the night around you and he shrugged. It was his “give no fucks, I’m in a mood and ready to go” energy, full blast. Rolling off him, like the warmth you felt through that thin cotton t-shirt. When your palm touched his chest, Jungkook leaned into that pressure. There was a rumble underneath your palm, palpable through fabric and muscle.

“I’m saying.. I want you. I don’t want to wait.”  

Your legs felt like jelly. Your knees, not much better, going to liquid as Jungkook bullied one of his own through, nudging them further apart. It was wild how he did it while walking you slowly backwards until the cool metal of the car touched the back of your thighs. 

You scrambled for a quick check over one shoulder. When you did, lips dove, touching your jugular. Leave it to Jungkook to know your spot and go right for it. He wasn’t wasting time tonight. It was always hot when he was on a mission and it was pedal to the metal. It just wasn’t something you’d have expected out here, in the apartment complex’s back parking lot. 

But truly, you were alone enough. The closest shapes from here were a few other cars, parked at odd sections close to the corners of the lot. Almost invisible if one didn’t know what to look for like you did. 

“Look around… we’re outside.” 

“Yes.” His shining lips flexed and spread again as he came away from your skin, glaring into your bulging eyes. Even with the cool night air, your skin was burning up. And that wasn’t the only source of heat–between your thighs was impossibly humid and dangerously tight. Not an uncommon reaction to a good looking man of Jungkook’s caliber.

He leaned into you, offsetting your balance with enough body weight listed forward to have you leaning back. And he followed it until you slammed a palm onto the hood. A moment later your ass followed with a bulky thunk. 

Jungkook’s knee rested just outside your calf as you set a foot up on the front bumper. No way he was being moved until the time was right. Until he was good and ready. The things that stirred up inside you…

“This is a parking lot.” 

“Looks pretty desolate to me.” Jungkook replied. 

“It’s our apartment building.” 

“Mhmm..” His eyes began to move down your front as he reached up, letting his hands follow, hugging your sides with a modest, possessive grip. Like he was about to move you just where he might want you. Only one of you needed to know any more than that… and it wasn’t you. 

Your thighs trembled and you tried to squeeze them closer but Jungkook’s knee knocked against the inside of one in warning. His teeth flashed as they sank slowly into his lower lip. 

“Don’t.” He warned. You felt it in your belly. 

“Koo..” You whispered. 

Fingertips stopped at your waist and walked inwards to meet, right at the button on your jeans. He popped it open with a firm sweep of one thumb and pinched the zipper slider then pulled. Slow and steady. 

“Want you..” He repeated, voice lower, the heat in his words coiling from his lips seconds after he’d said them. Jungkook didn’t notice or care that there was a bit of a chill. But maybe that was you. Your skin prickled as goosebumps rose, staring at your thighs and stopping just at your breasts. 

“I know..” You whined. “I like when you want me… I just—can we take it upstairs?” 

“Why? We’re good here.”

“Call it performance anxiety..” You nervously tittered. Jungkook’s serious expression didn’t change as the zipper hit the bottom of the chain. He slipped a few fingers into the new gap and spread the denim more, exposing FAR too much to be in denial any longer. 

“Then don’t worry about performing.” The desire in his stare had changed those soft brown eyes to steel, riddled with pure lust. Usually you saw it from behind the privacy of a closed bedroom door, or at least the apartment door. 

The tip of Jungkook’s tongue glinted as he ran it over his lips, covering especially the small dents left by his teeth. You ached for that cherry colored muscle point to swab your nipples and chase your clit around until he found it and trapped it for a good, long suck. 

“I’ll do all the work, Y/n.” His chin jerked. “Lay back..” 

You sank further against the metal under your ass, feeling the shock of cold metal meeting your spine, all the way up to your shoulders. As you settled, Jungkook pushed fingers under your top and slid up over your breasts, exposing the simple lace of your bra. 

He chuckled with a low growl. “Nice choice, babe. Don’t remember this one.” 

“You didn’t notice when I bought it.” 

“I never do.” One cup shifted down as he leaned over you, blocking out some light from the nearby street lamp well overhead. You didn’t care. Right now the dark didn’t scare you. Getting caught was rapidly being shoved to the back of your mind. “I just like what’s waiting for me under it, every time.” He finished then slipped that exposed nipple between his lips. 

And you arched into the suction, gasping as you gazed up into the night sky. The pulling did its job: making your pussy throb. Muscles inside your core pulled in tandem to his suction. Finally Jungkook’s lips slid free with a lusty pop and he kissed the wet point, then slid across to the other side, freeing that nipple. In a blink he was paying equal attention. 

By the time he was done your ass hit the hood again. This time the whole car bounced lightly and he snorted around the shining point still within reach of his lips. 

“Have I ever told you how much I love that you’re so sensitive. You like when I give these cute nipples attention–and I can’t get enough of that..” His praise was like a warm rain, spilling over you, earning a whine of enjoyment. 

Your fingers groped as the fresh, crisp material of his sleeve, rising up and pulling with it, wrinkling his shirt in your fisting hand as you tugged him closer. He came up, lips locking for a deep, slow kiss. 

He wasn’t wrong. Jungkook was doing all the work and you were just having to lay there and feel. Even out here, on top of his car, you couldn’t do anything BUT absorb all the sensation he was sending through you. It had you on that same predictable path: ultra wet. Squirming against his groin, the firmness there rutting into your mound repeatedly. Bullying you an inch or two up the now-warmed metal. 

Skin lightly pinched as you slid and friction created a pitched squeal. Didn’t matter. It didn’t even feel bad. Every sensation was winding towards an eventual apex: the almighty and much coveted high. An orgasm brewing deep in your pelvis, eager for your boyfriend to fuck it out of you, like he was skilled at doing. 

Like he was born to do. You didn’t joke to your friends that he was the golden ‘man’ just because of how much he liked to indulge in buying food, drinks and gadgets. He took his bedroom game just as seriously. Jungkook didn’t slack on his interests and hobbies. 

It was clear, as he bit and kissed both nipples in turn again, YOU were the greatest of all those things. 

“Baby..” A low, whispered sigh ran the line up from your navel as he looked to your face, lips glossy. Cheeks ruddy. Nose shining at the end, peering through a tangle of dark bangs. You could only just manage to keep your head off the hood to meet his eyes. 

“...Yeah.” 

He gave a firm tug, then pulled at your jeans with a few quick jerks, enough to bring them down to your calves. Enough to let your legs fall wide. More than enough when he licked a massive stripe right up over your covered folds, making your eyes screw shut. 

“Roll over for me.” 

Given enough room, with limited leg mobility, you flopped most ungracefully onto your belly, right where your back had been. At least the surface was tolerable now–even a little slick with the beginnings of sweat, somehow. 

His thumbs caressed evenly down, following the seams of your panties over both cheeks, then brought the material in, then guided it off to one side, tucking it over the round of your left cheek. Adding a subtle swat, his lips sucked a wet kiss against the small of your back and he spoke into the skin.

“Ass up a little more, Y/n. You know that’s not the right angle.” 

“Jesus…fuck..” You moaned into the metal, uncaring that the sound seemed to radiate out and race into the night in any and all directions. Your ass lifted and your hips tilted, changing the angle. Rustling followed. A zipper descended as the car wobbled more obviously. Jungkook’s knees resituated, planting on either side of your hips, just low enough. 

A broad, thick point swept up between your thighs. Jungkook’s fingers curled over your hip, then tightened as he leaned further over your prone body and braced a palm into the hood near your shoulder. He drew in a deep breath. 

“There we go..” As he spoke the pressure settled over your opening, then focused there a hundred fold, until you spread around his plunging cock. He didn’t take short strokes to ease himself in. It was a single, long thrust and he’d seated himself all the way. 

Plugged to the hilt, Jungkook’s hips rolled a little, then he settled into a pace you were familiar with. One that was just ‘right’ between your bodies. A natural tempo that found its way early tonight. Jungkook used the car’s swaying to counter his thrusts, letting your body come up into every driving pump in his hips. Sounding you so deep inside. It had you squeezing harder and harder as the minute flew by. 

Your fingers dug against metal. Dragged down with another peal of wet skin shrieking over the dry surface. You swallowed. His firm thrust forced a moan out of you, over and over. The car’s rocking and subtle creaks were no match for the panting at your nape as Jungkook moved his lips there, nibbling. Kissing. Biting. 

Swearing as he rammed the soft roundness of your ass, he huffed as the pace picked up. He was going faster. Deeper. Changing his strokes up to be long and lazy, then sharp and quick. With a particularly rough plunge, your pussy clenched in warning and you howled out. 

“Koo..I…I’m..” 

“I know baby..” Although his tone was tender, the pace didn’t change. He was going for broke, driving into you with the same steady movement. Jungkook saw what was rising in the front of your vision, beyond the gauzy reflection in the windshield. Beyond the oblong shapes of yellow lamp light swaying right in front of your nose. 

He saw the wave rising inside you and met it as you sucked in a lungful of air and melted, cumming finally. Squeezing him so hard you didn’t care he was breakneck, brutal in how he pummeled at your rippling pussy as you fell apart. 

It went on forever and ever, or at least that’s what your brain told you as the world faded for a bit, only to sharpen again as fingers looped around your neck to rest just under your chin and pull back. Like he knew you and your body responses, you knew Jungkook was doing as he wanted: tilting your head back to kiss you as he found his orgasm, stuttering to a stop and pushing deep. Holding it through every pulse, lashing his tongue between your lips. 

Pulling away eventually, he let you lay there, essentially face down, damp cheek pressed to the hood. The tight band of the panties had your skin throbbing as it dug, biting into skin that you suddenly became terribly aware of and desperate to remedy. 

“Come on..” His voice nudged the back of your ear and preceded a gentle haul of the panties and jeans up to your hips. He had good precision, mostly sorting them in their rightful spots, all things considered. 

Jungkook was even more careful, pulling you up right, off the hood and into his arms. It was nice right now considering how useless your legs felt standing there, shaking against his pressed front as you caught your breath, taking mouthfuls of rapidly chilling evening air. It was vaguely Jungkook flavored, which you didn’t mind. 

Suddenly you felt so parched. All you could think about was upstairs, your favorite giant plastic cup and the water waiting in the fridge, freshly Brita filtered. Jungkook took his time to study your face as you finally found your senses and words. 

Your head lolled back as you managed to gaze up with an easy smile. A wasted smile. Absolutely, positively dick drunk. No doubt. No shame. What was he going to do? Call you on it? 

“Did you get your pants back up or are you still…tackle out?” 

Jungkook’s face twisted to a mournfully offended look but it was one of the worst fake ones he’d ever done in all the history of time that you knew him. 

“That’s a funny way to say ‘Thanks’ and ‘I love you’.” 

“Well you know I like what you do to me. And do you REALLY need me to say I love you?” 

The brief pout suited his plump lips so well. It was why he got away with so much nonsense with you. He just deployed that doughy pout and you were at a disadvantage. One you didn’t have the energy or heart to really complain about. 

“I mean..it helps. I did just make you cum.” 

“It’s not like that’s a challenge for you..” 

“True.” Jungkook’s nose wrinkled and he leaned in, touching your cheek with his lips in a quick peck. He nuzzled afterwards, then continued. “What can I say? I couldn’t help it tonight.” 

“At least it wasn’t on the sidewalk on the way in.” You groused, enjoying the warmth of his exhaled breath rolling down your neck. He followed it, kissing down to your collarbone, then took a step back and took your hand. Jungkook made a show of looking down at himself.

“See?” As he waved a hand in front of his waist you saw: pants done. Zipper up. Button perfectly in place. You didn’t dignify that with a response, only tossing your hair briefly with a weary sigh and squeezed his hand. 

You stumbled forward with a yelp as Jungkook turned away, fingers laced, heading for the alley that led around from the parking lot to the front of the building. And the lobby doors. That meant warmth. Comfort. Familiarity. All things that meant Jungkook too.  

Coming around to the front and seeing it blessedly dead of any living soul, you felt a weight off your shoulders. No one was out front which meant less chance anyone had seen. And there’d been no lights on in any of the windows facing the parking lot either, so you were reasonably certain enough that no one had heard either. 

Nearly at the doors to the building you spoke once more. 

“You know..you missed a golden opportunity.” You hated to chide him, but you couldn’t help it. 

“Did I?” Jungkook’s dreamy smile stayed pasted on as his head turned your way. “Do tell.”

“You COULD have chosen the elevator. Much more..risque.” 

“Who said it’s not in my plans?” 

“If you think I’m getting on there with you now just for you to—”

“Y/n..” Jungkook tutted. “I didn’t say now. I won’t say when, but…not tonight. I can behave…when I want to.” You’d always believed and suspected it, in spite of what his wild child ways might have tried to imply on most days. 

“We can talk about it, if you REALLY want to know more.” He said then grazed the back of a few knuckles on your hand as he brought your shared grip close to his lips, then kept them there. “..On the way up. I’ll leave it up to you this time.”

[seramilla]

A thought for the Emily in Hell AU: Emily experiencing her first ever molt.

She’s used to the idea, at least on someone else. Vaggie used to molt shortly after Extermination Day, and once she trusted Emily enough into their relationship she would let her help with her wings. Emily’s never experienced it herself, though, what with being a seraphim in Heaven and all that. Hell changes the game, of course.

Cue an absolutely twitchy, itchy Emily getting sat down by Vaggie and Charlie to help her with her wings molting because Vaggie knows exactly how uncomfortable that is and Charlie used to help her dad with it all the time.

(Bonus: Lucifer sneaking pics on his phone of an absolutely messy, grumpy looking Emily at the start of the preening session and sending it to Sera.)

The itchiness and inability to scratch her own back is driving Emily absolutely bonkers. She'd heard from other angels her entire life that the molting process is long, miserable, and requires a certain level of trust among other angels to make it through. Emily never had to worry about that in Heaven. Seraphim are a cut above the rest; made perfectly in the Lord's image. But when Emily had chosen to remain in Heaven, and then Fallen, the entire game changed.

Emily's nervous about asking anyone for help. Especially Charlie and Vaggie. Charlie especially has been so kind to her...so selfless, inviting both her and Vaggie into her home, and loving them both with her entire being. She doesn't want to impose when Charlie and Vaggie are so busy. They are both working hard at the hotel, and Emily hasn't quite found her place yet. She interacts with the patrons quite a bit these days, but that's become more difficult with her recent discomfort.

"You okay, Em?" Charlie asks one evening when they're all lounging in the lobby, watching television while the other patrons are out. Emily tries so hard not to scratch, but she inadvertently rubs her back against the couch for relief, without even thinking about it. Vaggie, on the other hand, gives her a kind of...knowing look. Like she's figured it out.

"I know that face. Are you molting? That's never happened before. Is it uncomfortable?"

"Umm...yes," Emily finally admits, twitching a little as she gets a tingle down her spine from her wings moving. "Just a day or two. I picked out the feathers that were bothering me that I could reach, but...aaaggghhhh, Vaggie, help me!! It's so itchy!!"

"Of course, babe. Come here. Sit on the floor in front of me."

Emily sits on the floor at Vaggie's feet. She takes off her uniform top, the one that Charlie had provided for her when she started helping at the hotel, but leaves her tank top on underneath. Charlie gasps and says, "The skin there is so red!! Is that normal?! Does that hurt you, Em?!"

"It's just 'cause she's been scratching," Vaggie explains, moving Emily's hair out of the way to get a better look. "Her feathers are a lot thicker than mine, and she's got a LOT more of 'em. No wonder you've been so itchy! They're all crowded in there."

Turning to Charlie, Vaggie asks, "Will you take that side while I take this one? It'll be easier if we tag-team this."

Charlie gets this determined look on her face. She pumps her fist in the air, showing that indomitable spirit that she has, always wanting to be helpful to others. Especially her wonderful, gorgeous girlfriends.

"Yes! We'll do this together. Let's pluck this bitch!"

"Uh, yeah!" Vaggie says, laughing hysterically. "That's one way of putting it, hon!"

It takes a while, but Emily quickly loses herself in the feeling of her girlfriends gently plucking out loose feathers. Especially around her upper back and shoulder blades, where she can't reach at all. Vaggie tells her some of her pinfeathers are coming through, but not all of them are ready to be opened yet. She says they'll keep an eye on them and help deal with them later.

After about an hour, Emily has almost fallen asleep sitting there. When Charlie shouts, "All done!" Emily lets out a huge sigh of relief. She falls back into Vaggie's thighs, her head turning to rest near Vaggie's knee. She looks up at her girlfriends, happy, and says, "Thank you so much. I love you guys."

"We love you, too, hon," Vaggie says, patting her head. Charlie beams, leaning down to give Emily a little peck on the tip of her nose. Emily giggles. She closes her eyes, thinking she could likely fall asleep there, just resting on Vaggie's legs.

Suddenly, the very not-so-quiet sound of a click resonates from the other side of the room. All three women look off to the far left, toward the doorway leading into the kitchen. Lucifer is standing there, cell phone in hand, the residual flash of the camera on his phone still shining in their vision.

He fumbles with the phone, and then with his cane, trying to play it cool.

"So--Sorry, girls!" he says, holding his phone and cane behind his back, shuffling his way awkwardly toward the stairs. "Don't mind me! I was just, uhh...on my way to the...to the...yeah."

"Dad!!" Charlie shrieks, face blushing red like a cherry tomato. She climbs over the back of the couch toward him. "Did you take our picture?! Hey, no, get back here!! Give me that phone!!"

Realizing he's been caught, Lucifer rushes toward the stairs, leaping over another chair as Charlie tries to grab him around his tiny waist. He slips through her hands easily, chuckling to himself along the way.

"Sorry, sweetie! No can doo-hoo-hoo!"

"Dad, I swear to your dad that if you don't give me that fucking phone, I'm gonna...!!"

Lucifer cackles, making another swift turn toward the staircase, and Charlie's shoes screech along the floor as she comes to a halt at the foot of it. She books it up the stairs after him, horns peaking through her forehead and tail thrashing in frustration behind her.

"Be right back!" she shouts down sweetly to Emily and Vaggie, before growling and running after her father. The two angels on the couch look at where she disappears over the banister, and then at each other. Suddenly, they roll over laughing, not realizing until now exactly how accurate his nickname of "crooked serpent" really is.

"She's not gonna get that phone back," Vaggie says, sighing in defeat.

"Yeaaaah," Emily says. "That's okay, though. Maybe he can send it to Sera. Let her know we're doing okay."

"That would be nice," Vaggie says. She leans over to give Emily a kiss. Emily beams. Both girls settle back into the couch to finish their movie, while obvious sounds of thumping and crashing reach their ears from upstairs. It's going to be a long night for Charlie.

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Kinktober Day 13: Restraints with sub!Hyunjin

Trigger warnings:

Content warnings: restraints (rope, thigh spreader bar), names (miss, baby, angel, honey, darling, sweet boy, good boy), prostate massage, praise, little bit of hair pulling if you squint, mc gets possessive, jinnie’s just a desperate boy

Summary: He just looks so pretty when he’s completely at your mercy…

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: hi all 🥰 after much consideration, i’ve decided to repost my kinktober 2022 stories. i had a great time writing these a couple years ago and want to share them again now that it’s been a while and i’ve had time to fall in love with them again. i hope you all enjoy! and by all means, feel free to send a message or comment here if you’d like to be part of the new tag list!

Tags: @bahng-chrizz

Smut below the cut

“You sure about this? I mean, you can call it quits at any time, I just wanna make sure you’re entirely comfortable with the whole thing.”

“Relax, y/n, I’m positive. I’ve wanted to try it out for a while but I finally got the nerve to ask you after you pinned me down last week - which, by the way, was the hottest thing you’ve ever done.” He grinned at you as he sat on the edge of the bed and fiddled with the rope before placing it beside him. “Besides, I convinced you to buy all this stuff, it’s only sensible that we get at least one use out of it.” He added, though he knew he’d enjoy it far too much to only do it once.

He didn’t give you a chance to ask any further questions as he stood and tugged his shirt off. You let out a sigh as you watched, taking in his slender form. He stepped closer and placed his hands on your waist, looking down at you with a fond smile when you slid your hands up his biceps and over his shoulders. Finally, you tangled your hand in his long dark hair and pulled him down for a kiss.

His pillowy lips felt like heaven against yours and you couldn’t help but sink your teeth into the plush flesh there, earning a small sound of appreciation from him. Your grip on his hair tightened in an attempt to make him whine and you were pleasantly surprised when he pulled you closer, pressing his half-hard dick against you. Your hand that rested on his shoulder until now slipped down his body as you backed away to create just the smallest amount of space between you.

You flattened your palm across the front of his tight black joggers, swallowing the moan he let out into your mouth. You felt him harden under your touch as you ran your hand along his length and his breath hitched when you gripped him through his pants and gave a gentle squeeze. You pulled back and looked up at him with a challenging grin, waiting for any further reaction. When none came, you began to stroke him through the thick cotton and tugged his head back so you could kiss along his jaw.

He made another small sound when your teeth grazed his skin. It was adorable how quickly he fell apart from just a few rough touches. “How pretty…I wonder how many more of those noises I can pull out of you…” You teased. “How about we find out?” You muttered against his neck and he shivered.

He abruptly pulled back and sat on the bed again, looking up at you with pleading eyes. “Please?” He knew how much you liked it when he begged and he fully intended to come across as increasingly desperate so you’d call him a good boy.

“Middle of the bed.” You hummed with a hint of a smile. He eagerly obeyed and centered himself on the bed before laying back on the pillows. You’d spent hours studying and practicing during the last week and by now you knew how to tie basic handcuffs and anchor them to his waist so he couldn’t move his arms. You’d attempted to learn how to bind his legs but realized it would require a lot more practice than you had time for, so you stuck with the simple cuffs and the thigh spreader bar you didn’t know he’d ordered until it showed up on your doorstep two days after he asked you to restrain him.

You quickly tied the knot and held the loops up to examine your work before motioning for him to sit up. He sat up and held out his hands, which you quickly passed the loops over. You tightened down the knot and then tied another to secure it before taking the ends and feeding them around his sides to his back. You moved behind him and tied a quick surgeon’s knot, cinching the rope around his waist so it wasn’t so tight that it would hurt him but enough that he couldn’t wriggle free. You didn’t miss the way his breath hitched when you pulled the rope tight. “You can lay back down now, honey.” You said as you moved from the bed.

He did as he was told, getting comfy while you grabbed the spreader bar from where he’d placed it by the dresser. You came back and laid it on the mattress, crawling onto the bed and straddling his lap a moment later. “Hi.” He whispered as you caged him in and leaned down, a shy smile appearing on his lips.

“Hi.” You whispered back and pecked the tip of his nose. He scrunched his nose cutely as you pulled back to admire him. “You ready, Jinnie?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper as you lightly caressed his jaw with your knuckles while propping on one hand. He leaned into your touch and nodded, shivering slightly.

You leaned down and stole a quick kiss before moving to trail your lips down his neck. He was somewhat miffed when you pulled away so quickly but was pacified the second you licked over his pulse point. He let out a hum of appreciation as you littered his neck and shoulders with kisses, gasping every time you nipped at his skin. He was extremely reactive and it only fueled you as you moved lower. When you reached his chest, you couldn’t help but suck a mark into his tan skin, right over his heart. “You’re mine. You know that right?”

He whimpered at your possessive words and the way your lips felt on his skin and nodded vigorously. “All yours.” He agreed and you pressed one last kiss to the hickey before sitting up. You moved off his lap and reached for the waistband of his joggers and he swiftly lifted his hips to help you undress him.

You pulled them off with his underwear in one go and he let out a sigh as his cock sprang free, twitching when you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his hip. “Legs apart.” You instructed as you grabbed the spreader bar from behind you and moved down the bed.

His cheeks went a soft pink color as he spread his legs, flustered at the idea of opening himself up to you like this. You found it amusing how shy he was getting when you’d already done far more intimate things with him during the course of your relationship.

You wrapped the soft cuffs around his thighs and made sure the Velcro was secure before giving his knees a gentle squeeze. “Tell me if you need to stop.” He nodded and you let your hands slide upwards until you reached his dick.

He whined quietly as you wrapped a hand around his length and you shushed him with a soothing hand on his hip. You leaned over and let a string of spit drip down onto the already-leaking head of his cock, spreading it around with your hand a moment later. He squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath as you began to work his dick, squeezing the head on the upstroke and swiping your thumb over the tip teasingly.

He made a choked sound when you closed your mouth around just the tip, your hand working the rest while your tongue swirled around the head. His hips bucked involuntarily when you pressed your tongue against the slit. You swatted his thigh and he rushed out an apology, lifting his head from the pillows to look at you. You felt him twitch at the sight that greeted him and smirked as you pulled off.

“Why don’t you let me make you see stars, baby? Does that sound good?”

“Yes! Yes, please, y/n…” he moaned and you winked at him before settling on your belly between his legs. You grabbed the bar so he didn’t try to move and wet two fingers. Pressing one to his hole, you looked up to gauge his reaction to your teasing and massaging.

Slowly, you pushed a finger into him and kissed his thigh when you noticed his eyebrows drawn down. You couldn’t tell if it was concentration or discomfort so you took more care just to be on the safe side. “You’re doing so well, sweet boy.” You cooed, watching as his expression shifted and he smiled to himself at the praise. “How do you feel?”

“So good…” He breathed out, wiggling his hips when he felt fully relaxed around your finger. “Can I have another?” He asked bashfully and you couldn’t bring yourself to turn him down so you spit directly on his hole. You were careful as you added your middle finger, stretching him open.

He let out a beautiful moan when you curled your fingers and pressed against his prostate with practiced ease. This is what you meant by far more intimate positions.

It didn’t take long to have him writhing beneath you, he was always so responsive. “I want you to tell me what you feel, darling.” Really, you just wanted to hear him try to talk while you finger-fucked him.

“It’s the best feeling in the world.” He moaned, wrists tugging against the rope. “Second only to making you cum.”

“Yeah? You like pleasing me that much?” You hummed as you dragged your fingers out of him only to plunge them back inside, earning a pathetic whimper as his back arched slightly.

“U-uh huh.” He nodded enthusiastically, chest rising and falling rapidly with his erratic breathing. “Love doing everything I can to make you feel good. Love you so fucking much, gotta take care of you.” He was getting close to incoherency and you felt pride bubble up in your chest.

“Except when you let me take care of you, right, baby?” He nodded quickly, agreeing to everything you said in the hopes that you would reward him by speeding up. He knew, of course, that it was true. He knew he allowed you to take care of him from time to time. But words barely held any meaning to him as you repeatedly teased his prostate. “You look so pretty right now, Jinnie.” You sighed dreamily, turning to press your lips against his thigh.

“Yeah?” You hummed an affirmation and he smiled a little. “Fuck ‘m already close, y/n…” He warned, attempting to grind down into your touch.

“I can see that. You’re trembling.” You noted, amusement clear in your voice. You knew he was dangerously close to letting go after only a few minutes with your fingers inside him, based solely on the way his breathing changed and his neglected cock twitched. “It’s cute.”

You kissed his thigh once more before speeding up your thrusts and he helped in surprise. “Oh fuck! Oh ‘m gonna cum- feels so fucking good-” He panted, lifting his head from the pillows to look at you for a brief moment before laying back once more. “Can I, miss? Please?” He begged and you felt a fresh wave of arousal crash over you at the title.

“Cum for me, Jinnie.” You cooed, barely getting the words out before he was spilling across his stomach. He let out a series of pretty moans and whimpers, body shaking as you helped him ride out his orgasm. “That’s right, baby. Good boy.” You coached. You only relented when he let out a pathetic cry, writhing under your touch as he tried to escape the pleasure you were giving him.

You finally pulled back and sat up between his legs after a moment of pressing kisses to both his thighs. “So, so fucking pretty.” You sighed before getting up to pick his shirt up off the floor. You wiped him down and he offered an appreciative smile before puckering his lips expectantly. You pecked them, then grinned teasingly at him. “‘Miss’, huh?”

“Sorry…” He muttered, blushing as he looked away.

“No, don’t be. It’s cute. I liked it.” You assured him, urging him to look at you. You felt your heart swell as he looked up at you with stars in his eyes. The warm-fuzzies were quickly overshadowed by your need to get off and you straddled his lap. “I have a question for you though.”

“Yes?”

“I want the whole neighborhood to know you’re mine, angel. Think you can cry that loud for me?”

“Yes, miss.” He nodded, stifling a moan when you pulled your panties to the side and lowered yourself onto his sensitive cock. You weren’t giving him a break tonight.

<-d-12 | d-14->

[streets-in-paradise]

i am back,once again!!

i’m srry i had to

anywayyyyy

okay so i got this idea,could u write about some cute moments between achilles and (fem)reader who loves the beach/anything that has to do w the sea?maybe like a drabble or smth??idk if this is vague but lmk

hahaha, hi!!

( woow, you pick your graphic intros and everything. that shows dedication i love it 💕)

Absolutely, I can do this.

Also, this will be super fitting because, despite the movie left it up to interpretation, his mom is a nereid (greek deity of the sea). When he is not fighting the job of Achilles is beach lol.

It turned out longer than a drabble because I kept thinking on your Achilles x girly/fashionista reader ask from last time and it kinda influencied me into doing a full oneshot mixing bits of both ideas.

Sea lover reader is also a capital city girl moving to Phthia who is quite girly and with a bubbly personality, enjoy <3

The Waves' Caress - Achilles x (Fem) Reader

Warnings: Mention to the sociopolitical things going arround in the Greece of the film ( Agamemnon's imperialism and the big picture civilizatory plan he mentions to Nestor in the scene where he convinces him of calling Achilles through Odysseus.)

Tags: @zoegarfield @lovelybaka

Vocabulary note: Strophion is an ancient times equivalent of a strapless bra, piece of greek clothing that can be imagined to resemble a bathing suit.

A deep love for the sea had allways been a part of you, so wherever fate would take you it was your hope to forever remain near the beach. Movings weren't usual in your life, used as you were to a comfortable lifestye in Mycenae as the daughter of a royal scribe. However, your father was a functionary for an empire in constant expansion. Official scribes were required everywhere to keep registered records and contribute to public order. The pretended civilizatory mission of King Agamemnon counted with that, so it wasn't a great surprise to hear he intended to relocate him on the most conflictive territory of his domains.

Myrmidons had a fame of being the fiercest soldiers of Greece, and his disdain for their strongest local leader was a threat to the very core of the order he intended to establish. Raising the mycenaean presence on the region was his idea to balance things. Populating through migrations of qualified officials and their families was his idea to stabilize politics and he was quite proud of it. So much that he even took the iniciative telling your family about it by himself, never missing the chance of doing awkward jokes only he would find funny.

As he charmingly enlisted the perks of his new position to your father, he punctualized one single downside. With his attention shortly deviated on you, Agamemnon playfully warned him to watch over his beautifull daughter from Achilles and his men.

The attempt of polite praise failed, but you pretended to go on with it to avoid upsetting him. Not surprised, but crushed by the news, all you did was asking if your new home had sight of the sea.

Phthia was a rocky territory where mountains were more abundant than fields, but it also had increíble beaches that became your only comfort in the arrival. As peacefull representatives of an occupation force, your presence was inpopular. Among the multiple functions of scribes there were a few that could be considered benefitial for the community, but your father was also supposed to work with those in charge of keeping track of the taxing.

It was obvious that the king wanted the handfull of new functionaries to handle a situation previous administrators couldn't control efficiently, that you were perfectly fine back in your birth city and adaptation was going to be a struggle.

Feeling more lonely than ever, in a position where you didn't feel comfortable trying to make new friends, all you had were your long walks on the beach.

The caress of the waves was comforting for you, and the salty tears of homesickness felt small mixing in them. Hoping that your sorrow could be temporally washed away, you would often speak out loud as if the forces ruling the water could hear you.

It was about presenting yourself with your fears, your dreads, begging for strenght and bringing small offers so the minor divinities populating those shores would get used to your presence. If mortals weren't going to make you feel welcome for obvious reasons, you could at least develop roots in the land bonding in a spiritual way.

At one given time, you tossed a silver ring for the waves to swallow. A really expensive one that you ripped from your finger with disgust, careless of what your father would say about that. That was your way of showing the local gods that you weren't Interested in the spoiling of their land, and if you had to stay, you wanted to find a spot to belong in doing good.

Lost as you were in your thoughts and prayers, you completely ignored there was a man watching you.

He noticed, and didn't waste time in making you realize of his presence.

" I'm an expert on anger and this doesn't look good. What happened? Did the man who gave it to you failed in behaving as he should? "

You turned back following the sound, only to discover the mesmerizing image of a blond man with piercing blue eyes. Blue as deep as the sea, captivating and haunting. His simple garments, vest and skirt of matching blue tones, made him look like a marine god coming at you.

" There is no man making me suffer other than my king. Unless seaking revenge on his orders, I doubt any myrmidon would want to get close enough for that. "

He smiled with skepticism, almost as if he taunted you.

" I would give you one afternoon in a tavern to prove it wrong. "

You couldn't help smiling and that only encouraged him to get closer pacing calmly in your direction.

" People come and go arround here, but I have a good memory for pretty girls … I guess you must be new. "

The flirting, way faster than what you were used to, was yet consented and very much appreciated. However, you feared the response you had for him would ruin everything.

" My father is the new royal scribe: we just moved and I have nowhere to belong here yet, except for this beach. "

The clarification soften him instead of sending him away.

" I was born here and still belong nowhere, only the sound of the waves bring me clarity. "

That subtle comfort was sweet enough to mean something without breaking the appearance of mightyness.

" I don't seek isolation, but stumble with it for unwillingly representing the evil deeds of Agamemnon. "

He got to close, close enough to smell the scent of your hair mixed with the breeze caressing it.

" I fight his wars, but never do it for him. He is not my king and as long as you are here he doesn't have to be yours either. "

He said enough to be recognized and the name came out softly from your lips.

" Achilles … "

The warrior smirked as a confirmation.

" i have been warned against you: Agamemnon told my father in front of me that you are the doom of every woman. "

Description that had clearly amused him.

" Did you believe it? "

He wanted to know if you were willing to give him a chance of proving himself.

Lost in him as you were, no voice of reason would have made you deny him that.

" It's too early to fall in any assumptions. "

His hands were cassually resting on his hips, eyes glancing at the sea as if he tried to reclaim a lost capacity for keeping distance.

" I come here often, maybe you will find time to form your own perceptions of me. "

An invitation to let him join you that you accepted in a heartbeat. Company was a great improvement and your attraction to him did get you trustfull with ease. The way in which you took his hand in your walk back into the water told him all he needed to know regarding the kind of girl you were.

Bright and pure, so innocent that he was still twirling his mind arround the lively attitude you began to show as fast as you felt safe arround him. There were no traces left of the angry sad girl he reached out to once her loneliness was disrupted.

All smiles for him, even more beautifull than before in his eyes.

More encounters kept happening and the thing wasn't left at random. Since you agreed to see each other with the excuse of your beach walks, the marine wildness became witness of your infatuation.

Without realizing of the meaning in his actions, Achilles began searching for you in every corner of the city hoping to cross ways in the middle of your daily activities. His gaze would search you in the crowds with very little success, making him crave more and more for the next secret meeting.

As most refined girls from the big city, you were one putting great care into your appearance. The pressure for beauty among rich nobles have shaped you that way, but he could tell you were a humble young woman whose harmless vanity couldn't be mistaken for shallowness. You also happened to be very well instructed, prepared to talk of any topic one would bring to you for conversation and always delivering a charming sensitivity into the talk. He sincerely thought you deserved a chance to be loved among his people regardless for the bunch of political servant fools you had arrived with.

Perhaps, because he himself adored you.

With the progression of your meetings evolving into implicit beach dates more surprises kept happening.

Achilles got to find out what that linen dyed of blue he found you buying at the market was for when you showed up one day in a cute match of strophion and skirt that left him breathless.

His blue eyes roamed your figure like the waves's caressing, yet you didn't seem to notice the impact you had on him and quickly ran towards him with your usual lovely carefreeness.

You clinged for a hug rounding his waist with your arms.

" Achilles! Want to go swimming? I came prepared this time. "

The sweetness of your tone made him feel almost guilty for enjoying the moment so much.

" I see, you look like a siren ready to raid the shore. "

The weird compliment made you giggle and excitement pushed you to show off, freeing him to give proper space for him to watch you.

" Do you like it? In Mycenae I used to go swimming with my friends, so my mother allowed me to make a new attire for swimming inspired by the local colour in order to feel more in home … Although I never told her who was my real inspiration."

Your attempt of souding suggestive was too cute and he couldn't resist the tenderness.

" It's perfect, you look so beautifull it's painfull to look at directly … "

Achilles interrupted himself, only to deliver his conclussion in a whisper.

" … And I love knowing you were thinking of me. "

Heat started reaching your face, but you tried to sustain the bravery that got you there.

" I'm always thinking of you. Mother says it seems my head is on some cloud, but in fact it is on the sea. "

Lovefull words started flowing from you with ease simply by staring at him for too long.

" On your eyes, that seem made of it. All its misterious charm compacted in one glance … and I wonder how is that even possible. When we meet, I mistook you for a god of the deepness. An inmortal servant of Poseidon answering my prayers. "

His eyes followed the soft features of your face with discrete adoration.

" You are the miracle I never expected, sweet girl of a love so pure that it's drowning my heart. "

Silently and relentlessly, the few distance between you dissapeared. Achilles held you by the waist and you caressed his cheeks into your first kiss. Although the breeze should have cooled you down, you were feeling your while body on fire and nothing could have stopped it.

As soon as you released each other you made him chase you into the water so the caresses of the waves on your skin would mix with his. Catching you took him a bit because you kept diving away as part of the game, but when he got you in his arms he refused to let you go.

Once you had enough fooling arround, he proved to have one more surprise for you.

His seashell necklace, that he colocated on you after filling the spot with kisses while you were drying together near the shore.

Words weren't enough to thank him, but you tried anyways.

" It's so beautifull! How did you know I wanted one like yours? I was trying to make one myself, but i'm collecting only the prettiest shells I find for it. "

Your reaction caused him a blissfull pride.

" Keep mine, I want you to have it. This way, my men would know you are mine without mycenaeans realizing. A subtle symbol that will make myrmidons respect you. "

The explanation got you even more excited, but you also felt a sudden sense of shame.

" I have nothing to give you in return. "

Achilles chuckled, as if he knew something you didn't.

" Wrong again, pretty one. "

With the cocky comment, he exposed his hand showing off a detail you didn't notice before.

Your silver ring on his finger.

" Impossible! I tossed it away for the deities to take, it should be resting deep in the ocean. "

Achilles enjoyed himself with your child-like amazement.

" Tomorrow, I will take you to see the most beautifull point of our shores. One you don't know yet, where no one dares to go, and there you will meet the one who gave it back to me. "

It confused you even more, but that was understandable.

Achilles was aware you had no idea that you had already won the good sight of his mother with your thoughtfull prayers and sincere love for her essential element.

It was him the one who still had hard work to do in order to charm your parents.

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

would you maybe consider doing Gareth HC where he’s shy about you being bold in asking him out/showing your interest in him

i would love to do something like this 🥰🥰🥰

Gareth was never used to being the kind of guy that girls flock to, it was something he’d become well accustomed to

He always tried his hardest to be a boy that girls would be interested in, but it seemed like none of his efforts really worked

He was sweet and always acted like a gentleman, opening doors and pulling out chairs, being respectful and trying to keep up with his appearance like all the other good looking guys in school

He knew that those things didn’t mean that those girls were required to give him anything in return, but he assumed that sooner or later he’d have at least one girl interested in him

You always acted the same as the other girls did around him, albeit a bit more kind

You wouldn’t consider yourselves to be friends, but you weren’t exactly not friends?

You’d been going to school together since kindergarten and watched each other grow into the people you were now, sharing a few classes here and there, and every now and then you’d see each other outside of school and talk for a minute before going your separate ways

He was always very sweet, and even better, he always looked a little nervous when he talked to you

And that gave you a little crush on him too

The only time the two of you got to spend together that was longer than a few minutes was when you got paired up for school projects

He would be completely oblivious to your attempts at flirting too

Moving a little closer to him in your seat, being the one to bring up your assignment to the front of the room so he could watch you walk up and down the room, looking so sweetly at him whenever he was helping to explain a few things in class you didn’t understand

The blush on his cheeks was so bright whenever you did that

But for some reason he never took the opportunity to ask you out

Maybe that was something you had to do, just to get the ball rolling

Oh well, nothing wrong with making the first move, right?

You approached him in the hall after class one day, catching him by surprise as you tapped his shoulder

That day during class, you had been dropping every hint possible to him

Telling him you had no plans for the night, or the weekend in general, saying there was a new movie out that you maybe wanted to go see or a new restaurant that you wanted to check out, talking about the cute new clothes you bought but not having an occasion to wear them to

Boys could be so oblivious sometimes

He turned to you and was taken back when you said it so suddenly

“Do you want to take me out this weekend?”

It took him a moment to process what you were asking him, and he was quite shocked that you were the one to initiate it

All his life he thought he had to be the one to try and get other girls to like him enough where he could ask them out, but it was nice to be the one that was asked

He’ll get a little overwhelmed with excitement and blurt out a quick “Yes!” before he has time to collect his thoughts

“Good! You can pick me up at 7:30 tonight, we’re gonna go see that movie i told you about.”

You were all smiles and he froze when you approached him and kissed his cheek

You gave him a quick wave goodbye before walking down the hall to your next class, and he was just frozen in place trying to analyze what just happened

Though you couldn’t see it, he was smiling from ear to ear

He finally had a pretty girl that wanted to go out with him

And he didn’t even have to do anything!

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[aristocratic-otter]

Welp, I wasn't going to post today...but then I realized that the final chapter of Heart in the Well will go up before Sunday, and that'll render the excerpt I carefully picked out obsolete by then. So I scrambled to pick bits from my other stories just so I could post this one excerpt. Go me!

The good news about Heart being done? I've got a new WIP plotted out that I'm super excited about, but I wouldn't let myself write anything until one of my WIPs finished. So next week or the week after, you should see the first words from that fic, a very very angsty Watford era canon divergence.

In the mean time, thank you to : @monbons, @messofthejess, @rimeswithpurple, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @best--dress,

@nausikaaa, @youarenevertooold, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @artsyunderstudy, @j-nipper-95, and

@facewithoutheart for the tags over the last two weeks. I'm having so much fun reading and watching your stories and art. This is such an incredibly talented fandom, it's endlessly inspiring. Plus, I get to meet some of you soon when I see Rainbow in August!

Here's my teasers for this week:

Here’s one from each of my official WIPs

From Saving Simon Snow: 

I shake my head now, thinking about it. I’ll just have to keep close to Simon, or at least, as close as he’ll allow me. At least my vampire anatomy gives me an advantage there; I can listen to what’s happening with Simon from three rooms away (I won’t, unless it’s a matter of his safety. It’s a gross invasion of his privacy otherwise) (fortunately, I had to learn to tune out the chatter of my peers by my 2nd year at Watford, or I would have gone mad). 

From the Heart in the Well

He looks back at me and then frowns. “Well, come on then,” he says, impatiently. 

“Come on, what?” I say, exasperated. The water’s up to my breastbone now, and I’m starting to feel a little panicky, so my voice comes out higher pitched than I’d like. 

Now, he rolls his eyes. “I need your tie,” he says as if it were obvious. It was not obvious. “Take it off, please.” At that, I shiver a little. I never thought there’d be a day where Simon Snow would be telling me to take off my clothes.

From Snow Fox: Penny, learning you can’t go home again (especially if you’ve signed on with the Snow Fox)

I step onto the road and walk briskly towards the house I grew up in. I can tell when I’ve been noticed. Several heads swivel my direction, and the murmur of conversation in the camp ceases. I keep on as if I haven’t noticed however. As I draw closer, I nod distractedly at some of the boys nearer to my path. They don't nod back. They’re watching me with narrowed eyes and I shudder internally. What do they see when they look at me?

From TikTok Dancer: Quite a bit racier than what I usually post, but still Tumblr legal, I think

Years from now, if I, for some odd reason, try to explain how my first time having sex felt, I won’t be able to. There’s no describing it.  I’m planning to get a degree in words, for fuck’s sake, but right now, all language has left me, sailed back to England probably. I’m left with caveman grunts and desperate whines. Every particle of sensation in my body has gathered between my legs, and every atom of will I have left is devoted to an attempt to meld my body with his. I’ve almost succeeded–we’re nearly one creature now, moving in frantic, panting unison. 

From Stars, Flowers, and Children,

I know he’s been looking for me. I know he’s probably forgiven my great sin. He shouldn’t. Forgiveness requires that the person who receives it is contrite, is sorry for what they’ve done. 

I’m not sorry. I’d do it again today, if the circumstances were the same. 

Even being estranged from the only person in this world that I care about is still better than the permanent separation that would result if we were rescued. 

I believe that we’ll be friends again someday. Some day when the pain in my chest and stomach have dulled. And that day is worth waiting for.

From Cupid’s Shield:

I’m left gaping at where he just stood. It’s suddenly clear to me how much of his vampire abilities Baz has been hiding, because I was looking right at him. 

I never saw him move. 

All I know is suddenly he’s above me, and my arms are above my head and prisoned to the bed by his hands clamped around my wrists. I’m so stunned that I don’t even struggle. 

His knees are on either side of my hips, and he’s staring down at me like I’m his next meal. 

From my COBB project:

I know I should be worrying over tomorrow, and what my team will face out there. And I will be worrying over that—tomorrow. Tonight, I’m far more worried about the hours ahead. Hours of, once again, sharing a room with the only man I’ve ever loved. A man who’s never looked at me as anything other than a posh prick. 

That’s my fault, of course. It could have been different, all those years ago, when we first met at Watford Uni. I was excited, back then, to meet my roommate. Excited, and nervous. I freely admit I’ve had a privileged upbringing, and this would be the first time I’d ever shared a room. 

My childhood was mostly lonely, so I didn’t mind the idea. I’d thought it’d be nice to always have someone nearby to talk to. 

Of course, everyone knows how that turned out.

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👑The girl in the silver dress👑New version (Prt 3) (prt 1 here) (Prt 2 here)

Aemond x reader

Tags: Fluffish, royalty, modernroyalty, theselection

Cool devider credits: firefly graphics

🔷Summary: You are invited to become a selected girl for Prince Jacaerys's selection. You never thought you would fall for his uncle, prince Aemond instead.

🔷Author's note: Based on the books by Kiera Cass, but reading them is not required.

🔷Wordcount :3464

🔷Warnings: Non apply

TAGLIST: @connorsui @lportes-22 @thisaccountisrandomsstuff @nikkitc0703 @lijeno

Months have passed since the ball. Yet you still can feel your heart be ripped in two. Aemond has not bothered to come back for you, believing he is somehow doing you a favor by staying away. You wonder if he is doing alright. You should be furious, angry, perhaps take revenge and sleep with other men but….

Part of you knows Aemond too well to even do that. He genuinely believed he did the right thing. The good thing, by leaving and setting you free, so you could become the Queen. But what is a crown over true love? How can you rule over countless people if it is not the man of your dreams by your side, making the horrible choices so worth it, just because you’ll make that choice together? What is the future if you can’t spend it by his side? What is a golden cage if you can live with him in freedom? And why would you care about being Queen, when you could just be the woman he loves? 

Tonight, you all will be interviewed by the press, a common occurrence so the people of Westeros will know you a bit better, perhaps you’ll become someone’s favorite. 

Your make-up team works on your eyeliner, black with silver small tiny glitters. They put gloss on your lips and put your hair up, so the silver necklace around your neck speaks volumes. Baela is already done with her dress, and has taken time to chat with you about Aemond. She has become a close friend of yours in the past months, together with Dyana. You form an alliance with both, against Floris and even Queen Alicent. ‘’He loved me, he said so in his letter.’’ You tell Baela when she asks if Aemond wasn’t playing a fucked up little game. ‘’I’ve seen the man behind the mask when I am near him, Baela. It can’t have been a act.’’

Floris approaches in her black swan feather dress, glancing down at you with great enjoyment of your misery. ‘’Well, Queen Alicent has already said Aemond won’t be coming back from Dorne anytime soon. So, have fun being depressed and disappointed.’’ Alicent likely told Floris that in confidence but Floris takes any chance to make you feel miserable.

Dyana wears a gorgeous red gown and approaches Floris rapidly. She puts her hands on her hips and you and Baela know Dyana has had it with Floris. ‘’Just like your father was when you came in-'’ You see Baela gasp when Dyana opens her mouth, and the last 15 remaining girls listen with their breaths hold in. But you speak up, forcing her to remain calm, grabbing her hand and dragging her back before she can claw out Dyana’s eye.

‘’Don’t stoop to her level, Dy. She is not worth our anger or energy. She craves attention, so she seeks it.’’ Dy nods, before moving back to her chair. Floris scoffs at you three before she and her minions let the tv crew know they are ready.

After watching the other girls excel with their questions, the same questions time after time, you think you are prepared for whatever they may throw at you. You sit down in the comfortable chair, your legs crossed.

The first question is about your first meeting with the prince. The interviewer smiles, but her eyes tell books. ‘’Everyone knows you are a common-born girl. Do you think the reason you are still here is because of favoritism?’’ You first gawk at her, attacked and offended. Until you see the chance to clap back. And you will.

You speak from your heart but you can’t ignore the sting as if you betray Aemond. ‘’Frankly, I believe Prince Jacaerys is quite taken with me, and his opinion matters more than what a small crowd chooses to say about me.’’ 

Her eyebrows rise and this time she is the one who lost her tongue, clearly fumbling over cards to find a good other hostile question. ‘’Do you think you would make a good queen? How would someone as commonborn as you even lead the country?’’

A fair jab, but you are done playing fair. You will come at her with everything you got. ‘’I think us commoners know more about the country than the nobility ever will. We are the ants, carrying the crown. I hope to make life better for all civilians of the Seven Kingdoms, not just the commoners or the nobility. I hope to be a ruler. Not a decoration on a shelf.’’

The woman is seething with rage at your composed sweet answers. ‘’That was my final question.’’ You blink innocently and surprised.

‘’Was it? You seem to have forgotten to ask me the questions you asked all the other girls. Perhaps you need a break.’’ You suggest, sweetly. A few chuckles erupt among the selected.

The interviewer is removed by Lady Aemma before getting a firm talking to off screen. You stand up from the chair and sigh deeply. That went as horrible as could be. The only thing that would have made it worse would be questions about Aemond. You saw her cards, they were on there. Yet she kept from asking. Odd. And someone is working on getting you removed, someone very high up. 

The next major event is the Halloween masquerade. Only 10 girls remain, including you. Jacaerys has been nothing but kind to you, treating you as a true lady whenever you are around him. Floris and four other girls are now under Alicent’s wing. You used to be jealous that she had selected clear favorites. Yet none of that matters. Jacaerys has only eyes for you.

Prince Jacaerys dances with you, under the great chandelier. All those months practicing with the waltzes and dances have finally paid off as you smoothly follow his movements as if you are two body pieces belonging to one soul.

But alas, despite him having you made his favorite, you remain a pawn in a game. And a game has rules, no matter how unfair. Jacaerys ends the dance with a respectful bow before moving to Lady Baela, a sweet kind girl you’ve come to know very well.

You take a glass of champagne, before sitting down on a chair, lost in thought. You’ve been here for months. You miss Aemond, of course you do.

At some point you lost track of Baela and Jace. They must be getting more champagne. A servant loyal to Jacaerys whispers in your ear that you must come to the library. The prince has a surprise for you.

You enter the library not much later. A masked figure stands with his back to you, a black hood covering his hair. ‘’Jace?’’ You ask, before approaching him. Jace does not answer you, instead he grabs you by your hips and drags your body closer until you both collide. Your chin is grabbed and he kisses you fiercely before exhaling deeply, sniffing the perfume on your skin. 

This is improper. You must stop this. Jacaerys and you are not married, this is the selection. This is not fair to the others.

You gasp, as you remove the mask and look into blue eyes, not brown ones. Aemond silently brings his fingers to your lips before slowly bringing his face back to yours. The worst part is, you let him. You welcome him. Your lips find his soft pink lips, gently moving against his lips until the movements become rough as if he is trying to hurt you. ‘’Y/n,’’ he murmurs against your lips, leaving kisses on your skin. ‘’I’m sorry. I honor the traditions, normally. But I can’t stay away from you.’’ He mutters. You kiss his lips again. 

But you look into his eyes. ‘’We’ll make our own traditions.’’ You promise him, hot tears running down your cheeks of pure joy. He kisses you again, much slower and softer as if he wants to savor every moment of this. Aemond murmurs against your lips and you become lost in the passion and the love you feel for one another. You tug at his tie but he shakes his head, before leaning in and whispering in your ear. ‘’I don’t want you to become a secret, or a scandal. I will ask my nephew, and my father for permission.’’ He searches in his pocket for a small rock shaped box and opens the lid, before sinking to one knee and grabbing your hand. Lady Aemma enters the room, holding a smartphone so she can film this wonderful moment as tears sting your eyes.

He is proposing. He is asking you to become his wife. ‘’Lady Y/n, queen of my heart, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife, my equal, and may I bring you under my protection?’’ A small ring with gold and a clear sapphire smiles at you, and you see dreams and hopes in Aemond’s eyes.

You smile.  You wait for him to stand, and nearly slam the ring out of his hands before you kiss him again. ‘’Yes, yes, a dozens times yes.’’

Aemond grins, picking you up from the ground, spinning you around when kissing you. Lady Aemma makes herself known again, gently clearing her throat, but her eyes are misty with tears. ‘’I’m afraid there is a matter of permission. A royal marriage can only exist with the blessing of the king.’

The king has been feeling ill lately. He has taken to bed and refuses to leave for anyone. Queen Alicent rules in his stead, as a faithful wife would. You and Aemond rush past ladies, princes, nobles and paparazzi, hand in hand, clearly smitten as your feet go as fast as you can go. Paparazzi quickly turn their camera’s to you both, but all they get is a messy blurry picture, that is how fast you both are walking. Finally, you reach the rooms of the king.

Queen Alicent sits by his bedside, faithfully reading him the newspaper. She turns around when she sees you both, and you drop into a curtsy. ‘’What are you both doing here?’’ She asks.

Aemond clears his throat, before sitting down on his father’s bed. ‘’Father, I’m sorry. I know you told me I should always follow duty, and that the crown requires sacrifice.’’ He did? King Viserys avoids your eyes and you understand he was behind Aemond’s sudden departure. You cross your arms over your chest.

‘’I did.’’ The king confesses, a bit grumpy.

Aemond gestures for you to come closer, so you do. He takes hold of your hands. ‘’But my path to duty led me to Y/N. She makes me feel things I never felt before. She is the love of my life, Father. I know you both sent me away to Dorne to forget her, but I know by now: No one will ever compare or come close to her. She is all I ever wanted, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. If I have to give up my titles, so be it.’’ He declares, firmly. 

Viserys coughs, before smiling at you both. ‘’Aemond, come here my boy. I know I've been a horrible father to you and my other children.’’ You look away, not sure you were meant to hear this.

‘’Yes.’’ Aemond says, agreeing without missing a beat.

Viserys looks at you. ‘’But I'm going to ask you this once, my boy. Do you love that girl?’’ Your heart beats faster and faster and you are afraid it might stop. 

Aemond looks at you when speaking, nodding. ‘’I feel alive when she is with me. Like everything is possible and she makes me whole in ways I used to be broken.’’ Viserys nods.

‘’Then who am I to deny you both? Go, be happy, my boy. You always have been meant for it.’’ Aemond nods, pretending to not tear up, but even you have teary eyes watching this reunion.

This is nice, but there is one other obstacle. Jacaerys. You belonged to his selection. To go with another man is treason. ‘’Jace, of course, I will ask-’’ Aemond is interrupted as the doors open and Jace himself enters with Lady Aemma close behind.

Jacaerys holds up his hands, silencing Aemond. ‘’You don’t have to, Aemond.’’ He turns to the king before speaking. ’I've seen it for myself, Grandsire. Y/n and Aemond are two parts of one soul. We must not keep them separated. They belong to one another.’’

Alicent looks concerned. ‘’But what will the media say?’’ She is right. They have not been kind to you.

Viserys grins. ‘’They can say whatever they like. Y/n will become Aemond's wife,  a princess of house Targaryen. They will learn to mind their tongues over time.’’ You hope so, at least. 

Aemond turns to his mother. ‘’Do I have both your blessings? May we marry?’’ He asks, hopeful. 

Alicent looks you over, and you wonder how much she secretly hates you. She smiles, before touching her son’s forehead, kissing it.  ‘’Your happiness is all that I ever wanted for you, Aemond. Go find it with your wife.’’ And just like that, a nightmare ends and a dream is born. Aemond kisses your lips, not giving a damn about the audience that is present. 

The first moment with the press is there, the engagement photoshoot. Of course you are afraid, but Aemond makes it all worth it. He is still a bit stiff when it comes to press and attention but you bring out his true wonderful self. You and Prince Aemond hold hands in front of the castle, as multiple press magazines, news channels and photographers from all over the world take in this wonderful moment.

‘’Prince Aemond! "Please look here!"

‘’Duchess Y/n! Is it true you and Prince Aemond bonded over your love for Dornish architecture?"

‘’Yes. We are big nerds."

‘’O, that was improper of me wasn't it?’’ You mutter as the press eagerly writes things down.

Aemond shrugs before whispering in your ear. ‘’You're doing just fine. We kinda are big nerds.’’

You return the smile, taking hold of his face before kissing him. ‘’The biggest.’’ You declare before kissing him. The flashes go crazy the moment your lips lock, and all photographers shut up, taking millions of pictures.

Aemond breaks the kiss, grinning at the press when you blush lost in the moment. ‘’Prince Aemond, what was your first thought when you saw her lady?"

Aemond thinks back and you see many emotions cross his face. ‘’Why don't good things ever happen to me? And it's ironic because…she would become the best thing In my life.’’

One photographer clearly adores that and makes a little strangled ‘’awh’’ sound, causing their colleague to smack them lightly on the arm. ‘’What? They are adorable!’’ He declares, simply before returning to making photos.

You glance at Aemond. ‘’I am simply speaking my truth.’’ He says as if he’s defending himself. 

You grin. ‘’Hmhm.’’

An interviewer of the Targaryen times finally asks a question, having worked up the courage. ‘’Princess-I mean, Duchess…’’ She stumbles and blushes, embarrassed as she looks through her notes nervously.

Aemond smiles, reassuringly. ‘’Princess is fine, Ma’am. She must adjust to her new title somehow.’’ Finally she lets go of her cards, and becomes much more confident because of it.

‘’Princess Y/N. What are the plans for the wedding?’’ Aemond grins, turning his head to you as if he wants to hear it as well.

You smile, painting a picture. ‘’A grand one, in the sept, honoring ancient Targaryen traditions. But also a couple of new ones.’’ You for example would love for Vhagar, Aemond’s cat to wear the rings down the aisle or for your wedding dress to be silver. And so, that happened. 25 october, you and Aemond said your vows for dozens of people to see. And after that, came the honeymoon.

You finally stand before the statue of Nymeria, the statue you dreamed of seeing since you were old enough to want anything. Aemond is with you, together with your security, hidden and dressed as ordinary tourists. You look at Nymeria’s statue, at a loss for words, that's how beautiful you find it all. 

‘’I can't believe you took me here.’’ You tell Aemond, searching for his hand to hold as tears of happiness roll down your cheeks. 

He gently wipes them away. ‘’I can. You always wanted to see it. And now we can.’’ He tells you, with a smile and a kiss on your lips. ‘’This does mean that you need a new dream, I’m afraid.’’ He jests but you turn his face back to your own.

‘’I don’t need a new dream. You are my new dream.’’

Next year, you all come together for christmas. You and Aemond have brought gifts. The family sits still in gowns and suits, as royals are expected, but their smiles are the same of any other happy family. 

Finally it is your turn to give something to Viserys, the king.

‘’Grandsire, we have a surprise.’’ Aemond looks around the room, and everyone watches as Viserys unwraps his present with the help of Alicent, and reveals two red with silver baby socks.

Rhaenyra gasps, delighted before hiding her giggle. Jacaerys and Baela grab each other’s hand and Helaena grins. Even Aegon seems to understand what this means. His hair has slightly grown back, but he keeps it shorter than usual, he quite liked it.

Yet the king seems at loss for words. ‘’These are a little too small for my feet.’’ Viserys says, taking in the baby socks.

Aemond grins, putting his arms around you. You beam, waiting patiently for Viserys to get the hint.

Alicent jumps up from her chair, gasping. ‘’Oh my gods, she is pregnant!’’ You break into a bright grin as Aemond softly rubs your belly.

Instantly the king smiles, standing up to hug you both. ‘’Oh! My stupid arse thought you bought the wrong size!’’ He is still very fragile, but manages to walk a few inches.

‘’Father.’’ Rhaenyra says with a chuckle.

Daemon, her newest husband, smirks, before coming over as well. Usually he is too cool for things like this, but this time, it's different. ‘’Ah to hell it with, get here you two.’’ He hugs you both. You look at the beautifully decorated christmas tree, and realize that next christmas might look even more beautiful.

The next Christmas is just like that, beautiful. Baela is now pregnant with her own child, the future heir to the seven Kingdoms. Dyana has been married too, to a friendly sweet woman she met in a coffee shop. She remains one of your closest friends, after the selection and Dyana and Crystina are invited to court, to become your ladies. 

Your son is now born, Prince Daen Targaryen. Aemond and you picked the name together. 

‘’He takes after his father, always with his nose stuck in a book.’’ Prince Viserys comments as you and the young prince look through a picture book he got from his aunt, Aunt Rhaenyra. 

Rhaenyra seems pleased that your son likes her gift and you smile at her. ‘’He likes colorful pictures.’’ 

Rhaenyra nods. ‘’Viserys and Aegon are the same.’’

Aemond talks with his dad, you see them bond more and more, becoming closer. ‘’Do you remember?’’ He asks.  

Viserys almost looks offended. ‘’Of course I do. Your favorite things was to read, to eat cookies and to see the horses.’’ 

Aemond grins, looking at you and your son. ‘’I thought you had forgotten.’’ He confess.

Viserys nearly chokes on his champagne. ‘’Never.’’

You lift Daen from the ground, picking him up and bringing him to Aemond who happily accepts and holds his son. ‘’Look, it’s daddy.’’ You tell your son with a smile. ‘’Say hello to daddy.’’

He grins, hugging your son tightly when rocking him to sleep. ‘’Our little prince.’’ He tells you with a wink. 

You nod. ‘’Our little prince.’’ You have learned a lot in the time of the selection. But the one thing is that your life can change, if you just look past people’s appearances, and past their walls. The most gorgeous crown can be hidden behind a ugly box and the most wonderful story has the dustiest cover. You can’t judge people for the walls they keep around, as everyone has their own stories. But most of all, you learned to fight for things you believe in, and to fight for things you love. 

A/N.

Thank you so much for reading with me. When i started it idk how many people would even like it and the support was insane. Thank you all so much. I hope you all liked the story as much as I did telling it, in hotd/selection fashion.

[triniteevee]

Pacify Him

(arven x reader ficlet)

(notes: kinda crackfic, less romantic, mostly humorous, academy shenanigans, reader and arven are adults, perspective shift but no first person pov lol; warnings: suggestive themes, spoilers re: clavell)

tagging @superstition13 and @wyverndollface96 for requesting and @snartalacarte for sending in that ask about arven content (✧∀✧)/

“It’s not what it looks like!” is quite possibly the worst thing you could have said in this situation.

Fortunately, it was not what you said.

Unfortunately, it was what Arven said.

A loud choking noise that could best be described as a mightyena’s laugh escapes Dendra. The rest of the professors whip their heads in her direction, which gives you a quick second to spare an incredulous look at Arven.

He returns a look that conveys, ‘I panicked.’

Not that what you two were doing goes against academy rules. There may have been some light… brawling, but neither of you really punched or kicked the other. Your little disagreement just escalated a tiny wee bit. It definitely did not require such an audience.

It went like this.

In preparation for midterms, the two of you commandeered the Home Ec room during free period. Arven, in particular, had been anxious to improve on his Meal Points. Within the first five minutes of your session, you had made one too many jokes at your classmate’s expense, and he retaliated by raising your ingredients above his head. In an attempt to secure your precious prosciutto, you may have tickled his surprisingly sensitive sides. With his free hand, he pushes you away in the face, and vision obscured, you wildly flail your arms. You’re not entirely sure with the details, but somehow you found yourself laying with your back flat against the tile floors caged between Arven’s arms.

Nurse Miriam almost sounds innocent, but you’ve hung out with her enough times to detect the twinkle in her eye. “What does it look like?”

Dendra cackles.

With that, Director Clavell ushers out the rest of the staff, save Professor Jacq. An almost strict parental aura emanates from the normally stoic man. Clavell turns his steely gaze at Arven which makes your companion honest-to-Arceus flinch. The gaze you’re given is somehow kinder.

“I know and trust that you two are sensible adults. I respect whatever choices you make regarding pursuing relations…,” he coughs. “Err- relationships.” You stifle a groan, and Arven stiffens in fear beside you. “However!” Clavell’s voice pitches up. “We have to respect that this is an institution for learning. Kindly display some decorum.” Almost like an afterthought, he adds, “Your dorm rooms are yours to use as you please.”

You’re nodding in an attempt to get him to move things quicker, but Arven would not shut his trap as word vomit after word vomit of “That’s not what—,” and “I would never—,” leaves his mouth.

This just serves to further incense Clavell. “Young man, do you see me a fool?”

The poor backtracking from Arven draws a sliver of pity from you, and you decide to put him out of his misery.

“Clive, my man.” Arven looks at you like you had gone absolutely mad, but Clavell stares curiously. “Me and this dude weren’t boning in here. Nor were we planning on boning.” The director has a poker face on, but you can see all his hostility earlier has vanished. “Bro, you know I’m a bit of a rebel — that’s why you and I vibe — but I would never do something so shameless.”

Arven gapes like a magikarp at the two of you. You’re patting the Director’s shoulder like you were best buds. The man is nodding enthusiastically, and whispering, “I see,” over and over again.

He flushes when you look back to send a quick wink, before sharing some (Oh, Arceus) ‘hot goss’ with Clavell— or Clive. He honestly didn’t know anymore.

A tap on his shoulder reminds him of another presence in the room. Professor Jacq is smiling sheepishly, Arven could only offer a grimace in return. The man’s next words slightly tempt Arven to just drop out of the academy forever.

“Misunderstanding aside. If either of you have any questions, remember that I’m not only your thesis advisor, but also a Biology professor.”

Unintentionally going in for the kill, he offhandedly mentions, “Oh, and Miriam texted me to remind you the nurse’s office has protection. Just ask.”

Right on cue, Arven realizes he had just stepped on some ham. Right. A deep sigh leaves him. Somehow, everyone seems to think you and Arven were making more than just sandwiches.

While picking up wasted ingredients, he flushes when he recalls how he had accidentally pinned you on the floor. The white tiles shine mockingly up at him. He focuses his gaze on the occasional pop of color alerting him of scattered bell peppers. He tries not to listen too attentively to your voice as you excitedly swap stories with Clavell and Jacq.

You were always good at that.

Winning over people naturally, that people knew who you were even before you met them. He was, after all, one of those people. Everyone knew who you were, and they all wanted to get to know you. Yet, despite that, you still pay attention to him. You could, by all accounts, have the more powerful and influential classmates eating at the palm of your hand, but here you are in an almost empty classroom essentially wasting time because he asked you to be here.

“Alrighty, y’all. Respectfully, get out! We got sandwiches to make, and a class to pass!”

Who even are you? Speaking to the staff in such a manner would have any other student marched down the steps of the academy, but the two older men simply jovially chuckle. Arven feels himself smile despite attempting to restrain it.

You walk back to your table, just as Arven is getting up. You offer him your hand, which he demurely accepts.

Smiling, you ask him, “What were we making again?”

He snorts. “Well according to the staff groupchat, a scene.”

You let out an even less dignified snort which draws a chuckle from your friend. Soon enough, you’re both deep in belly laughs to the point of tears.

Professor Saguaro doesn’t know what to do with himself upon returning and finding his two students heaving, and a table full of unused ingredients. A lone plated piece of bread sitting pathetically in the middle.

When Arven gets called out in class for not knowing the very thing you were meant to tutor him on, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He feels you kick him in the side from your seat. Nope. He does not mind at all.

[sena-seastar]

The Dragon's Gold

Chapter Six

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Aerys Reyne (male oc)

Summary: Aerys Reyne, son of Naerys Targaryen, the second-born daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, has been best friends with Aegon since childhood. As boys, they had been inseparable. Many said that it reminded them of the early days of King Jaehaerys reign. When the princes Aemon and Baelon were still children. Wherever one boy was, it wasn't long before the other came running behind him. That was until forbidden desires of the heart forced a wedge between them. After the death of his grandsire, King Viserys, Aerys finds himself torn between two sides: stand by his oldest friend or stand by the only mother he has ever known.

WARNING: 18+ NSFW, masturbation, use of the word cock, internalized homophobia. There is a flashback in this chapter that takes place a bit before Chapter 1 and Episode 6 of the show. Aerys is horrendously down bad for his uncle (like aunt like nephew, I guess).

a/n: I will be referring to Aegon III as Egg because there are too many damn Aegons in this family circle. Dialogue in italics means that the characters are speaking in high valyrian. I was just too lazy to attempt to translate it. Though, there may be some high valyrian thrown in here and there. No beta, so I apologize for any or all grammar and spelling mistakes. Also, if anyone wishes to be tagged in future updates, just let me know!

Aerys

“You’re dead,” Aerys quipped, standing brazenly over the brown-haired boy.

The tip of his wooden sword sat under the boy’s chin. Lucerys winced, his body laid out on the ground. The fall had knocked the wind out of him. Aerys took a few steps back, giving the poor boy some space. Lucerys stood to his feet, dusting himself off.

“I thought you said-”

“Valyrian,” Aerys warned.

Lucerys sighed, pondering his thoughts for a moment. 

“I thought you said you would go easy?”

“I did,” Aerys smirked.

Lucerys huffed, using his sword to trace small circles into the dirt. Aerys stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“You’re still young. I don’t believe anyone expects you to be a master swordsman quite yet.” Aerys smiled.

“I’m no warrior...”

“Perhaps not,” Aerys sighed. “But there are more important things than knowing how to wave a sword. Any fool could swing one, but a true warrior must understand that not every conflict can be solved with bloodshed.”

Luke peeked his head up, his face still looking discouraged. Aerys squeezed the boy’s shoulder. It disheartened the man to watch Luke be so hard on himself. Especially since Luke seemed to be doing it a lot more recently. The sound of clinking armor caught their attention. They both raised their heads to watch Rhaenyra descend the stairs to the training yard. Ser Lorent held out his hand, offering it for her to hold onto as she reached the last few steps.

“Mother!” Luke greeted warmly, moving to her side.

Rhaenyra smiled widely, her hand cupping the young boy’s face. Aerys picked Luke’s sword off the ground. He handed them off to the retainer, who ran to assist him. Aerys dusted off his hands before joining his aunt and cousin. Luke had gone pale. Aerys could see his hands begin to tremble.

“You should clean yourself up before we leave,” Rhaenyra smiled, kissing the boy’s hair.

Luke swallowed and nodded. The two waited until he reached the top of the stairs before speaking.

“Has something happened?” Aerys asked.

“Vaemond Velaryon is sailing for King’s Landing. He intends to petition to be named Lord Corlys’ successor.”

“And, in turn, question Luke’s legitimacy. I had hoped we were past all of this by now.” Aerys sighed, shaking his head.

“As did I,” Nyra replied. “We will be sailing to King’s Landing as well.”

The woman paused, taking Aerys’ hands in hers.

“You are not required to join us. No doubt you're still exhausted from your trip to Castamere.”

Aerys dropped his eyes down to their joined hands. Kings Landing, he had yet to return to the city after he left it behind five years ago. The young man never found the strength to go back. His life on Dragonstone was considerably less complicated. The thought of returning now, after all this time, was quite... daunting.

“No, I should join you. To show my support for Luke.”

“Aerys,” the woman sighed. “I don’t want you to put yourself in an uncomfortable position. I know you left for a reason-”

“Nyra, nothing happened.”

“You showed up to Dragonstone in tears. I had to hold you until you fell asleep. I’ve never forced you to tell me what happened, but I think you and I know it wasn’t nothing.”

Aerys bit his lip, the memory replaying itself in his head of him landing on the shoreline of Dragonstone, sobbing like a small child. Nyra rushed to his side, fearing that he was hurt. No words needed to be spoken between the two. It was like she knew instantly, just from looking into his eyes. She understood the pain in his heart. It was not his proudest moment. The two hadn’t even spoken of it since.

“I will be fine, Nyra.” Aerys smiled, gently squeezing her hands. “I want to join you.”

Her eyes shifted between his, searching for any sign of insincerity.

“As you wish. Am I to presume that Agana will be joining us as well?” She raised a brow.

“I believe she’d follow me even if I told her not to.” Aerys snickered.

His eyes moved towards the giant smoking mountain behind the Valyrian Freehold. 

—

“Hello, Lord Aerys!” The dragon keepers greeted him warmly.

“Hello,” Aerys nodded with a polite smile.

A large winged shadow passed overhead. The men raised their heads, attempting to locate the silver dragon. The sky was gray and cloudy. As it usually was on Dragonstone. It made it a bit challenging to spot Agana in the sky. The sound of flapping wings filled the air as she descended towards the ground. She landed on the shore with a loud thud. Her claws sank into the sand as she steadied herself.

It was hard to believe how much she had grown over the last five years. She seemed to grow much faster on the island than she did in the dragon pit. The dragon was even bigger than Syrax now. Her body was long and slender, almost snakelike, similar to Caraxes, though she was still smaller than the bloodwyrm. Aerys ran his hand over her snout, careful not to put too much pressure on the scar tissue. Three jagged claw marks now scarred her silver-scaled snout. The dragon keepers believed she had gotten into a scuffle with the beast they called the cannibal. Though they were not sure. There were a few unclaimed dragons that made their lairs within the dragonmont. It could have been any one of them.

The pearlescent white horns that sprouted from the top of her head were much more prominent now. They curved slightly backward like ram horns. Aerys himself had grown as well. Now standing six feet tall, his body was well toned from years of training with a sword and climbing upon Agana’s back. The features of his face were much sharper, and he had grown his hair out a little past his shoulders. It had lightened as well. His hair was now more on the golden side, with just a hint of copper. Aerys smiled as Agana nudged her face against his chest.

“We must be going now,” he informed her.

Agana pulled her head back before lowering her body to the ground. Aerys pulled on his riding gloves as he walked around to her side. His fingers curled around the ropes tightly as he climbed to his saddle. The saddle was similar to an ordinary horse saddle, albeit much larger. It was made of black leather, with two black handlebars and red and silver plating in the front, displaying the sigil of his father’s house—a red lion with a forked tail on a silver field. His brother Robb commissioned the saddle as a gift for his twenty-first name day. 

Aerys strapped himself in the saddle, his hands gripped to handlebars as he gave the command. Agana ran forward, fanning out her wings before leaping into the air. The salty sea breeze of the Blackwater Bay filled his lungs. He enjoyed the smell of the sea. The stench of King's Landing was something he had quickly learned to live without. His heart raced with excitement. Aerys must have ridden Agana thousands of times by now, yet the thrill never stopped. They had quickly caught up with the Princess’s ship. Agana slowed down a bit, staying close to the vessel. They would reach the capital soon.

—

The two circled above the dragonpit. Agana huffed defiantly as she lowered herself down to the ground. Aerys felt his body roughly jerk side to side. He glared at the she-dragon, knowing that she was capable of landing much more gracefully than she did. The young lord quickly dismounted, pulling off his riding gloves to shove them in his pocket.

“That was childish,” he scorned his winged companion.

Agana let out a loud snort and turned her head away.

“We won’t be here long,” he reassured, patting the scales of her neck.

“It’s been a long time, Lord Aerys,” one of the older dragon keepers, Vargo, called as he approached the two. Aerys recognized him immediately. He had been caring for the dragons since Aerys was a boy. “She has grown.”

“Indeed she has,” Aerys agreed. “Though I fear she remains as short-tempered as ever.”

The two shared a laugh as the man led Aerys away. The man led him out of the dragonpit, where the princess's carriage awaited him. He exchanged goodbyes before climbing into the carriage and sitting beside Jace and Rhaena. The carriage bounced as it made its way through the city. Something in the city had changed; Aerys could feel it. Though he couldn’t yet put his finger on what it was. Perhaps it was all in his head.

He could hear the gates groan loudly as they were pried apart. His stomach clenched like a balled fist as the carriage came to a halt. Nyra was the first to exit as Ser Darklyn announced her arrival. Aerys waited until everyone was out before he made his exit. The evening was approaching quickly. The sky grew darker as more clouds rolled in, attempting to shield the sun. The outer yard was nearly deserted, minus the few maids and retainers. Aerys felt his anger beginning to rise. This was not a welcome befitted of the princess and heir to the iron throne.

Viserys had begun to fuss in the wet nurse's arms. The woman was growing slightly flustered as she tried to calm him. Aerys held his hands out, offering to take the boy. The young woman nodded gratefully as she handed him over. Aerys bounced the little boy in his arms.

“What is this?!” He asked, pulling a little wooden dragon out of his pocket.

The little boy quieted down as his eyes landed on the dragon. His chubby little fingers reached for the toy. Aerys chuckled as he allowed him to take it. The castle doors opened, and a familiar face revealed itself.

“Welcome back, Princess.” The head of House Caswell said as he gently held Nyra’s hands.

“Lord Caswell,” she greeted him courteously.

The castle was quiet, too quiet. The giant seven-pointed star was the first thing that caught Aerys’ attention. As he looked around the halls, more statues of the seven popped up more frequently. If he did know any better, he would find it hard to believe this was the seat of House Targaryen. Aerys handed the now calm Viserys back off to the wetnurse before deciding to explore on his own. The sound of his boots clacking echoed off the cold stone floor. It seemed like much had changed since he left for Dragonstone. 

This place seemed almost unrecognizable to him. None of it matched up with the memories in his mind. The memories of rushing up and down the halls, trying to keep Jace and Luke out of trouble. The memories of the many nights he had indulged in too much wine and stumbled down dark corridors with... him . Aerys found his mind beginning to drift back to one particular night in this very corridor. 

-

“She kicked and wailed, the maid so fair,

But he licked the honey from her hair,

Her hair! Her hair!

He licked the honey from her hair!”

The two boys sang loudly as they stumbled down the empty corridor. Their arms wrapped around the other's shoulders as they struggled to stay on their feet. Aegon raised his free hand into the air, waving it around. Aerys let out a short yelp as they nearly fell backward. Fortunately, he was able to regain his balance in time. However, some of the wine in the flagon he was holding had spilled. That seemed to snap Aegon out of his drunken haze for a moment.

“You’re wasting it!” He cried out.

“Well, if you would stop flailing about like a dying fish, I wouldn’t have spilled it!” Aerys retorted.

The two stopped in their tracks, glaring at each other. The glaring silence didn’t last long before Aegon laughed, tiny beads of spit landing on Aerys’ face. Aerys groaned, using his sleeve to wipe his face. Before he could say anything, Aegon began to sing. Aerys shook his head, joining in.

“Then she sighed and squealed and kicked the air!

My bear! She sang. My bear so fair!

And off they went, from here to there,

The bear, the bear, and the maiden fair!”

The pair ended the song with a loud cheer. They had finally run out of words to sing. Aerys began humming a tune. He didn’t know if it was from an actual song or something his mind created. The boy let out a short gasp as he felt himself being pulled back by the back of his shirt. He had failed to notice that Aegon had stopped walking. Aerys turned his head to watch as Aegon looked around.

“Where are we?” Aegon asked, puzzled.

Aerys hummed, turning his head both ways.

“A dark corridor,” he answered.

Aegon tilted his head to the side, shooting Aerys an annoyed glare.

“Well, obviously, you twat, but which one?”

Aerys shrugged, moving to lean against the stone wall on the left. He must have lost his footing as he found himself sliding down the wall. Aerys let out a groan as his butt hit the hard stone floor. Aegon laughed, slowly lowering himself to the ground and sitting beside Aerys. Aerys raised the flagon to his lips, letting the red wine slide down his throat. When he had his fill, he handed it to Aegon, who eagerly accepted it. 

Aerys looked around the dark corridor. The candles hanging on the walls were burned low. He considered returning to his grandsire's name day celebration in the great hall, but ultimately decided against it. The two boys had snuck away hours ago to escape the pestering lords and their daughters. Aerys must have been introduced to nearly a hundred different eligible bachelorettes. However, he couldn’t remember a single one’s name at the moment. He was growing tired of attending these celebrations. Though the boy had never been fond of them, to begin with. His grandsire had thrown one to celebrate Luke’s eighth name day not long ago. 

During celebrations like this, Aerys couldn’t help but feel... lonely. Watching as Rhaenyra doted on her children all night had left a sour taste in his mouth. However, Aerys was quick to chastise himself for feeling this way. Neither Rhaenyra nor her sons were to blame for his childish jealousy. They had been kind enough to welcome him into their little family. Rhaenyra herself has done more than enough for him. It was selfish for him to want more. He is selfish.

“Stop thinking so much. It’s making my head hurt!” Aegon groaned.

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Aerys smiled.

“Perhaps. Perhaps not. Here, have some more,” Aegon said, lifting the flagon to Aerys’ lips.

Aerys parted his lips, taking a few deep gulps before pulling back. He turned his head to the prince sitting by his side. Aegon’s white hair was messy and wavy, as it usually was. Under the candlelight, Aerys could make out his flushed face and half-lidded eyes. He takes a deep breath, allowing the prince’s scent to envelop his senses- the smell of strong wine, pine, and a thin veil of sweat. It may not have been what many would describe as a pleasant scent, but it brought Aerys a great sense of comfort. It was familiar. It made him feel warm.

“Aerys...” There’s a playfulness to his voice, but in a whisper, making his breath brush against Aerys’ face.

“Yes...?” Aerys whispers back.

“I think I’m drunk...”

“Aegon...”

“Yeah...?”

“I think I’m drunk too.”

The two giggle to themselves, amused by their drunkenness. Once the laughter subsided, the two were left in a comfortable silence. It’s only then that Aerys realizes how close they are. Their faces are only inches apart. He can feel Aegon's breath on his face. His eyes trail over every inch of the prince's face. It was a handsome one. Anyone who said otherwise was a liar and a fool. 

Aerys reaches his hand over, lacing their fingers together. He leans his head forward so that their noses are now touching. 

“What are you doing?” Aegon whispers with a wide grin on his face.

“I don’t know,” Aerys answers.

Aegon's grip on his hand is tight, but Aerys’ is even tighter. The thought of ever having to let go pained him. Iris eyes meet violet, and Aerys can see his emotions and desires reflected in those lovely violet eyes. The veil that has been placed between them, preventing the two from ever acting on this unspoken tension that has been simmering just below the surface, has dwindled into near nothingness. The unasked question, that neither has dared to speak aloud, hangs heavy in the air.

Do you feel this, too?

They maintain eye contact, and Aerys sees a flash in Aegon’s eyes. He does.

Aerys shuts his eyes and finally closes the rest of the short gap between them. The kiss is chaste and a bit awkward. Aerys blames it on the wine and the fact that it was his first real kiss. As he tried apologizing, Aegon grabbed him by the back of his head, pulling him in for another kiss. Aerys has never known another touch like this. His face feels hot, and a surge of warmth enters his veins. Aerys thinks he could keep doing this forever. He wants to do this forever, or at least all night. But his body had an unfortunate need for air. Aerys pulled back with a gasp, struggling to catch his breath. Aegon let out a breathy laugh before laying his head on Aerys’ shoulder. 

-

The young lord swallowed, blinking away the memory. That was all in the past now. The man continued his journey through the castle. The garden was empty, much like the rest of the castle. He walked down the stone path, stopping before the ancient weirwood tree. Once again, tears of red sap fell. It seemed smaller than he remembered. He leaned down, picking up a red leaf that had fallen. Aerys held it in his hands. He watched tiny droplets of water collecting on the leaf fall to the dirt. Aerys closed his eyes, leaning his head back. He took a deep breath, feeling the cold breeze kiss his face. Perhaps it was a mistake to come back here. 

Dark gray clouds filled the sky, forcing out the little sunlight that remained. The old gods seemed to be pitying the sight that stood before them. The weight of guilt and shame sits heavy on his shoulders. The burden of regret digs into his skin like talons. Surprisingly, he found his throat yearning for the taste of wine. Aerys had quit drinking soon after he left the capital after coming to the realization that he was quite the depressing drunk.

He let the leaf slip through his fingers. Aerys fiddled with the ring around his little finger. Fortunately, it still fits comfortably. He wondered how many times his mother stood in this very spot. Nyra told him that his mother was fascinated by the old gods. She didn’t worship them, but she did enjoy studying them. The man opened his eyes to study the ancient tree. He was told the red sap meant something terrible was coming. Aerys couldn’t help but think there was some truth to the old wives' tale. Or perhaps the ancient tree was in pain. Being trapped inside these castle walls closed off from the world around it. It was said that all the weirwood trees were connected. But gods are only as strong as those who have faith in them. The old gods were not worshiped much outside of the north and some parts of the river lands. Perhaps the connection was lost.

Aerys shook his head to clear his mind. Here he was, raving like a madman. The hour was growing late; he decided to check on the boys. Aerys turned, walking back to the castle. As he went to open the door, it pushed open. Aerys quickly moved out of the way to avoid being hit. 

“Oh, Lord Reyne, my apologies.”

“It’s alright, Princess Rhaenys. I should have paid more attention,” he smiled politely before adding, “If you’ll excuse me.”

The older woman nodded, moving out of the way so he could pass. “Of course.”

Aerys was not unfamiliar with the queen who never was, but they were by no means close friends. He made his way into the castle, walking down another empty corridor. As he turned the corner, he spotted Nyra and Rhaena walking together. Rhaena spotted him first.

“Aerys!” She called with a smile, waving a hand.

Aerys sped up his pace to meet them.

“Have you seen my grandmother?” She asked.

“Yes, she just entered the garden.” He answered, pointing behind him.

“Rhaena, will you give us a minute?”

The two turned to look at Nyra, who held her stomach gently. Rhaena nodded quickly before walking a little ahead to provide them space to talk.

“Isn’t the castle as warm as it was six years ago?” Aerys jests.

Nyra rolled her eyes. “It certainly has changed. Have you seen the king yet?”

Aerys shook his head. “Not yet, how is he?”

“Worse than the last time I saw him,” the woman sighed heavily. 

Her hands subconsciously ran over her stomach. She did it a lot, especially when she was worried about something.

“Did you speak with Rhaenys?” She asked next.

“Briefly,” he shrugged.

“How did she seem?”

“About as warm and loving as this dear castle.”

Nyra scoffed, her lips widening into a grin. “Check on the boys for me, will you?”

“That’s where I’m headed,” Aerys affirmed.

“We shall meet for supper later.”

“Of course, Princess,” he bowed.

Nyra lightly pushed him back as she passed. He laughed as he carried on down the hall. Aerys began lightly humming to himself. Desperate to get rid of the cold silence. As he neared the end of the hallway, something moving caught his eye. He stopped, his eyes falling on a rather large gray cat. The cat was sitting, just watching him. It did not move as he approached it slowly. He kneeled to the ground. The first thing he thinks to do is scratch under its chin. The cat seemed to glare at him before giving in, releasing a loud purr as it relaxed under his touch. He was suddenly reminded of Agana.

Aerys pulled his hand back, pushing himself up to his feet. The cat moved closer, brushing against his legs.

“I apologize, friend, but I must go.” He explained.

Now, he was talking to a cat; perhaps he was going mad.

“Aerys...?”

He froze.

No. No, no, no.

Not now. 

Not yet.

It was too soon. Aerys wasn’t ready to face him. He clenched his fist to try and stop his fingers from trembling. His hair had begun to stick to the sweat on the back of his neck. He could feel his stomach tighten up, bile rising in his throat. His heart thudded in his chest, blood pounded in his ears, and his vision seemed to be distorted. Everything around him appeared blurred. Fingernails dug into the palms of his hands as he struggled to breathe. Aerys clenched his jaw. He breathed deeply through this nose, in , out, in, out, in, out.

“Aerys.” The voice called out, more assuredly this time.

Would it be too late to run? Aerys summoned all the courage he had. Just a few steps, and he could round the corner and run.

One step.

That was how far he made it before he felt himself coming to a halt—a strong hand wrapped around his wrist. Aerys swallowed hard, and his iris-colored eyes followed the hand to its owner.

It was like looking at a stranger, though Aerys supposed that’s what they were now. Strangers. The prince was taller now, just a couple of inches shorter than Aerys. His pale white hair was shorter but still looked messy and in need of a wash. Aerys believed the prince took after his mother in terms of facial features. If he had darker hair, he could probably pass as her twin. There was a darkness under his eyes that made it look like he hadn’t slept in days.

The prince lowered his hand to grab Aerys’ hand. The prince seemed to ignore the way Aerys flinched, itching to get away. It was so strange. Even the touch of his skin felt so foreign. The prince offers a little smile, moving to pull Aerys into an embrace. But he freezes when the young lord steps back, putting some distance between them. The prince’s smile fell, his lips slightly trembling. Aerys cleared his throat, pushing his shoulders back to stand up straight.

“It’s nice to see you again, Prince Aegon.”

It was a lie. But what else could he say?

“Yes,” The prince nodded. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“I’m merely here to show my support for Luke, nothing more,” Aerys replied. 

The reply sounded harsher out loud, but it was the truth. Hurt flashes in the prince’s violet eyes, and Aerys feels his heartache. Was he being too cruel?

“Of course,” the prince replied sullenly.

“I should be going. The princess requested I check on the children.”

“Are you one of her handmaids now?” The prince quipped.

Aerys felt the warmth spreading across his face. Had it been anyone else, he would have been offended. But the slight smirk on the prince’s face let him know it was a simple jest.

“Not officially,” Aerys countered with a smile.

The prince let out an amused scoff.

“Perhaps you would like to join me in my chambers for supper? To catch up on lost time?” The prince shrugged.

Panic coursed through Aerys’ veins. The thought of being alone with the prince in his chambers was too much.

“I would,” Aerys cleared his throat. “But I’ve already agreed to have supper with Rhaenyra.”

Aegon frowned. “You’ve had supper with her every night for five years. Surely, she can let you go for one night.”

“As I said, I’ve already agreed. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Aerys excused himself, quickly brushing past the Prince before the man could utter another word.

The hours passed quickly, and nightfall had arrived. The thunder had grown louder, and bolts of lightning began to flash now and again. Aerys had remained with Nyra and her children until he was about to drop from exhaustion. The little ones were restless, particularly little Egg, who insisted on challenging Aerys to duel after duel. But the man didn’t mind. It kept him distracted. Unlike now, as he lay wide awake in bed, glaring daggers into the white canopy above him. It seemed all that exhaustion had miraculously disappeared. He dreaded the morning to come. Aerys knew he would eventually be forced to face the prince once again. He just hadn’t expected it to be so soon. His mind drifted back to their interaction in the hall. To the moment, they shared that quick jest. At that moment, it was almost like they were their old selves again—just two young boys without a care.

The man sighed and turned onto his side. He stared at the wooden window shutters through the sheer white canopy, hoping it would lull him to sleep. The room seemed too big, too empty. It was not his own. Perhaps that was the reason sleep continued to evade him. Aerys longed for the warmth and familiarity of his room back on Dragonstone. He missed the mess and disorder. His room was cluttered with his artwork and books on various subjects. Everything in this room was clean and pristine, like no one had ever lived here. He didn’t like it. 

His hopes of sleep went unanswered. He angrily rolled onto his back and huffed. His iris-colored eyes returned to the canopy above. As Aerys stared at the creases in the white fabric, he imagined the prince’s pale-white hair. Aerys thought back to when the prince had grabbed his hand in the hall. Despite the prince’s slightly haggard appearance, he was still rather good-looking. The prince’s hands were much larger now, yet the skin was surprisingly soft. He kept his nails short. His fingers were slender and pale, and his knuckles had a slight flush to them. The veins that popped out when he gripped Aerys’ wrist sent a chill down his spine. Aerys shamefully found himself wanting them on his skin again.

He closed his eyes and imagined the prince’s eyes—the same color as violet flowers, his favorite. He breathed deeply as he thought of his scent—strong wine, leather, a hint of pine, and a thin veil of sweat. Something about that scent set him ablaze.

Aerys slapped his hands over his face and groaned. He needed to stop. He couldn’t think of him that way. The man rolled over onto his side. He shut his eyes as tightly as he could. Sleep, he needed to sleep. Aerys tried to think of anything he could to try and distract himself from the stirring in his loins. The man took a deep breath, shaking his head to rid his mind of the sinful thoughts creeping in. Yet every thought in his mind turned to the prince. It seemed the five years apart had done little to smother the fire in his heart. He missed him. Aerys had tried not to. He had tried so hard to forget him. He tried so desperately to ignore that obscene hunger that wanted nothing more than to devour him.

The feeling of his bare cock straining against the blanket made his stomach flinch- like someone had punched him in the gut. Once again, the prince appears in his mind. His eyes, his lips, his hands. The more he thinks, the harder it gets-his cock. Aerys threw his arms over his head, burying his face into the curve of his elbow. His eyes were closed as he focused on the clear image of the prince in his mind.

His hands balled into fists above his head. Aerys shook his head again, attempting to rid himself of these thoughts. Yet he couldn’t help but wonder how the prince’s cold hands would feel running down his chest. A shuddering sigh escaped his lips as his hips bucked. His cock rubbed against the soft wool blanket, desperate for some relief. Aerys couldn’t touch it. He wouldn’t touch it. His mind and body had betrayed him, but he still held on to what little willpower remained to him.

A low moan fills the air as he imagines it isn’t a blanket but the prince’s hand. How his strong hands would look wrapped around his cock. How it would feel dragging up and down slowly, pumping his swollen tip. He imagined how the veins in his hand would pop out as he tightened his grip around his throbbing shaft. Pathetic whimpers slipped through Aerys’ lips as his hips rolled up against the warm fabric.

Pale pink, soft, glistening lips; how would they feel wrapped around him? Would he be able to take him all the way? Aerys imagined he could.

His breath hitched in his chest as he imagined the prince’s hot breath against him, taking him into his mouth. His warm tongue swirling around the tip as drool coated his aching cock. Aerys felt his hips rolling faster. It was hot, too hot. His skin felt on fire, but he didn’t want it to stop. Those beautiful violet eyes stare up at him, and he’s gone. Aerys slaps a hand over his mouth to stifle the staggering groans as he reaches his peak. His toes curled, and he arched his back slightly. His brows scrunched together as the tidal waves of pleasure swept across his body. Whimpers slip past his lips as his hips jut against the blanket, releasing the last of his seed. The waves turned to ripples that slowly ebbed out, finally freeing him from the shackles of his salacious thoughts.

Aerys winced as he shifted his legs, feeling the blanket stick to his skin. He sat up, bunching the blanket together before throwing it to the ground. The man allowed his body to fall back onto the bed, his hair fanning around his head. For a few moments, the room was silent, save for the occasional short gasp as his body recovered. A sense of guilt washed over him. His heart ached so much that his chest hurt. 

The cold night air almost stings against his skin. Aerys rolls onto his side, bringing his knees up to his stomach. He crossed his arms over his chest, his nails digging into the skin of his palms. He felt so vulnerable- so humiliated. The sharp glint of his ring on the nightstand was enough to get the tears flowing. Sobs weigh heavily on his shoulders. His breath quickened, his eyes stung, and his nose burned. The man’s tears ran freely, but he pressed a hand against his mouth to quiet the sobs. His throat had begun to ache from trying to remain silent. 

How pathetic he must look, curled up and weeping like a child. Aerys had tried so hard to stop these feelings. He spent the past five years trying to repress them, sleeping with some of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Yet this thing refused to go away. It itched in the back of his mind like a fresh scab. Nyra knew- not of his feelings for the prince, but his interest in men in general. She had tried to explain to him that what he felt was not evil or perverse. Aerys wanted to believe her; he did—anything to take this overpowering weight off his chest. Yet somehow, he always ended up here. Curled up in tears while his guilt and shame ate away at him. I must be damned, he thought. He was doomed to spend his life in agony as a deviant, a freak.

A bright bolt of lightning caused him to flinch. He wrapped his arms around himself in an effort to find warmth. The soft sound of his sniffling filled the darkness of the room. His mind and body were both utterly exhausted. Aerys felt his body slump down as the darkness took over.

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