#I'm going in order of the requests but i would rather answer the ask from an account if it's one or the other so i know at least one person

[your-fave-is-christian]

For my friend who is on hiatus; Joshua Graham from Fallout: New Vegas

Joshua Graham from Fallout: New Vegas is Christian!

[heavyhitterheaux]

Sorry For My Actions, All That I Projected (NSFW)

Synopsis: An argument ensues between you and your husband making you pull away from him when you were only trying to lift his spirits. You give him space just as he requested, but he was soon asking for forgiveness and thinking of the best possible way to make it up to you

Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a gorgeous anon 😘💕

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The door slammed once again to your shared house with your husband, indicating his frustrations as you were sitting in the living room watching the highlights from the most recent game that he played in. This had been the running theme for what was now three weeks in a row. The lights had been turned down low as you anxiously awaited his return and you already knew that he wasn’t going to be in the best mood. You hadn't been feeling very well and told him earlier that day that you would probably watch the game from home. He nodded his head when you told him as he kissed you goodbye and went on his way.

“Babe…” You started to say once you finally spotted him in the foyer as you sat up and looked in that direction, but he immediately cut you off.

“Not now.” Joe quickly said as he threw his bag to the side of him and let out a sigh.

“I just…”

“Y/N, I can’t right now, okay? I need a minute.”

“Um, okay.” You quietly answered as you went back to looking at the television and quickly decided to change the channel so Joe didn’t have to hear people possibly questioning his abilities. As far as you were concerned, he was the best quarterback ever in the history of the NFL and didn't care what anyone else said about it.

Joe then picked his bag up off the floor before heading upstairs as you continued to sit there and think of ways that you could possibly lift his spirits. He didn't get like this often, but not having a win for three straight weeks after working your ass off in order to get to this point, there was reason for him to be upset. He had confided in you before the season started and this was one of his biggest fears.

But the game that was just played honestly wasn't his fault. He played amazing and you could tell he was frustrated by the actions of some of his teammates. The blame could be put on the defense, but it was well known that it didn't matter. Because of him being the quarterback, the blame would be put on him.

It was now reaching twelve at night and you started making your way upstairs so that you could check on Joe. You found him in your shared bedroom watching the anchors on ESPN practically picking him apart at every chance they got while very few were defending him. You simply tried to take the remote away from him, but he held onto it tighter.

“Baby, this isn’t helping. You don't need to be watching this.”

“I'm fine.”

“No you aren't. You are nowhere near fine, and that's okay. You're frustrated and pissed off and for good reason. I get that.”

“I said I was fine, now can we drop it?”

“I'm just trying to help. I see my husband is upset and I'm trying to make it better.” You told him as you attempted to brush your hand through his hair, but he moved away from you.

The gesture definitely hurt your feelings but you did your best not to let it show.

“I'm going to sleep.” He simply told you as he turned the television off and got under the comforter.

You sighed before making your way into the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your nighttime skin care routine. Most nights Joe would do it with you, but you figured that he would rather not participate tonight and that you were better off not asking him.

While washing the face mask off, a few tears couldn't help but to slip out. The start of the season had been extremely hard on him and it seemed as if nothing good so far had come out of it. You tried not to let it get to you that he was being distant, but all in all it did. You knew he had to focus and having less distractions was important and by now you honestly should be used to it.

Once you were finished and changed into your pajamas, you climbed in bed next to him and could tell that he was still awake from his breathing since it hadn't slowed and debated on whether you should say anything to him.

“Babe?” You softly said and Joe turned around to face you.

“Hmm?”

“Still proud of you.”

It was now Monday night and excitement was evident as you were making dinner and planned to tell Joe after the two of you had eaten about the little one that was now growing in your belly. You hadn't been feeling well for the past two weeks and finally got a doctor's appointment earlier that day leaving Joe at home to sulk and also go to practice which he just recently got back from. After your appointment, you had stopped at the store and got a Bengals onesie along with a tiny football since you also found out that the baby was a boy. The two of you had been trying for a while and it seemed as if when you were about to give up that it finally happened.

Joe had taken up residence at the table once you told him that dinner was ready. You could tell that he was still in a mood, but it didn’t seem as bad as it was the day before and was hoping that hearing the news would turn his bad mood around. You were trying your best to give him space, but also be supportive at the same time. You understood that he had a lot of pressure on his shoulders at the moment.

“Babe, I made your favorite. I was hoping that this would help you feel better.” You told him as you kissed his cheek and he sighed before answering you as you set the plate in front of him before walking back over to the stove to make a plate for yourself.

“Y/N, you seriously don't know how to take a hint do you?”

“What? Joseph, what are you even talking about?”

“You have been all up under me for the past twenty four hours when I want to be left the fuck alone. What is it that you aren't getting?”

Hearing this, you turned around to look at him and noticed that he pushed his plate of food in the middle of the table, indicating that he in fact did not want it.

“Are you serious right now?” You asked, looking at your husband in disbelief.

As many games as he had lost in the past and the injuries he had gone through along with the surgeries, he had never blown up at you and you were not understanding what his issue was. Yes, he was frustrated but the last thing he needed to do was take it out on his wife.

“You act like you need to be under me every waking moment of every day and follow me around like some little lost ass puppy when I lose a game. I already have a mother and don't need another one. Last time I checked, you were my wife.”

“I'm only trying to help and want for you to feel better. I understand that you’re frustrated, but this is not the way we go about things and you know that.” You told him as you were trying to do your best to even your breathing. Because it was only a matter of time before you started to yell at him. You didn't want to do that, but he honestly deserved it because of how he was speaking to you.

“Well I guess this is news to you that you're not helping. None of this is fucking helping. What would help is my wife giving me space when I ask for it.”

That was the last straw and you knew that it was necessary for you to walk away when you looked down at your watch to see that it alerted you about a high heart rate.

“Hmm, noted.” Was all you said before walking out of the kitchen and leaving Joe there with his thoughts.

Tears couldn't help but make their way down your cheeks as you walked down to where your mini library was and you angrily wiped them away. It was a gift from Joe last Valentine's day and that was your place of peace when you wanted to get away from everything. A lot of times when Joe couldn't find you, he knew that more than likely that is where you would be and would always cuddle with you while he also grabbed a book to read or he always loved when you read to him.

Curling up in the corner with your pillow, you placed your phone next to you and opened your book at the place where you left off earlier. If he wanted to be left alone, you didn't have any problem with it. But you knew for a fact that he would come crawling back sooner or later asking for forgiveness.

And you weren't sure if he deserved it.

Regret filled Joe instantly when he saw you walk away from him. He debated on if he should go after you, but he knew better. He would give you time and give you your space to cool off. He got up and began putting all the food away so that it could be eaten tomorrow because he simply didn't have an appetite.

He could admit that the last thing that he ever wanted to do was take something out on you, but he did. He knew that you were only trying to help and the blame couldn't be placed on anything except for him being an asshole who clearly didn't deserve you.

The thoughts were running through his mind as he was going through his ideas of what he could possibly do for you in order to receive your forgiveness for how he had acted, but he was coming up short.

He would simply sleep on it tonight and hoped that things would be better in the morning and that you two could talk and be able to get on the same page.

Waking up, Joe reached for you since you were never one to get up early unless absolutely necessary and instantly frowned when he noticed that you weren't next to him and probably weren't for the entire night when he saw that your side of the bed was completely untouched. He got up and immediately went on the hunt to look for you and found you in the kitchen sipping what looked like tea and reading your book.

Joe cautiously approached you before saying anything, anticipating that you were immediately going to shut him down.

“Babe, can we talk?” He quietly asked and you glanced up at him before putting your attention back onto your book.

“For what?” You replied and Joe muttered a quiet ‘fuck’ under his breath.

“I need to apologize for how I've been acting towards you. You didn't deserve that when you were only trying to be supportive and help me.” He told you as he came and sat across from you. He wanted to grab your hand, but decided against it since you were holding your book and more than likely you would pull back from him.

“I don't want to talk to you right now.”

“Okay… I get it. But um, later?” Joe wasn't surprised at all by your answer and knew that he deserved it.

“No, I'm busy.”

“With?”

You simply placed your bookmark to keep your place in your book before looking up at your husband and folding your hands as you leaned on the kitchen table.

“When that becomes your concern, I'll let you know. And I have things that I have to do. So, therefore this conversation is now over.”

“Baby….”

“No. Immediately no. You do not get to do that. You were an asshole to me and quite frankly, I don't have to put up with it. So like I said, I don't want to talk to you. Matter of fact, I don't even want to be in the same house as you so I'm leaving.” You replied as you got up from the table, put your cup in the sink and walked out of the kitchen leaving Joe sitting at the table just like you did last night.

It was now Friday afternoon and once again Joe was blowing up your phone and had been for the past three days. You had decided to stay with your best friend Jazmine for the time being to let Joe think about what he did. Besides, he did tell you that he wanted his space, so he got what he asked for. You were sitting on her bed while the two of you were watching The Nightmare Before Christmas which happened to be one of your favorite Halloween movies that Joe would watch with you every year. You could feel her eyes on you as she saw you looking down at your phone.

Husband- Baby, can we please talk? I told you that I was sorry. I understand why you're mad but it's been three days since you've been home.

You- You pissed me off so much so don't be surprised if you don't see me until the playoffs and even then you’d be lucky if that even happens. You asked for space, so that's what I'm giving you. Get off my phone Joseph.

Husband- What can I do to make this up to you? I miss you.

You- Oh, now you miss me? Give me my space. Oh my, doesn't that sound familiar? Goodnight.

Husband- Babe, it's only 1 in the afternoon

You- And? I said goodnight Joseph Lee Burrow.

Jazmine glanced over at you before looking back towards the movie on the screen and sighed.

“He still doesn't know? Does he?” She asked inquiring if he knew about the pregnancy.

“No, simply because I was going to tell him that same night that he decided to have a temper tantrum.”

“Well maybe….” She started to say and you eyed her.

“Maybe what?”

“You need to tell him and the two of you need to make up and make up soon. I am not taking up for him in any way, shape, or form, but he has apologized multiple times and quite frankly, I am tired of him also blowing up my phone to check on you.”

“I'll text him the sonogram picture.” You told her as you shrugged and went to your phone gallery.

“NO Y/N! That is not what I meant.”

“And throw the mini football I got at his throat. It won't hurt, it's soft.”

“Okay, I sense that you're still angry, but you need to calm down and stop being petty.”

“You're taking his side.”

“No I'm not! I'm just saying that man loves you and will do absolutely anything for you. He messed up big time, but wants to make it up to you. It is literally only a matter of time before he shows up on my doorstep.”

“You have a ring camera so you can see him. You don't have to open the door.”

“We are finishing this movie and then you are going home to talk to your husband.”

“You're kicking me out? WOOOOOWWWW.” You exclaimed as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“You have a literal mansion to go to! Yes, I'm kicking you out.”

“Will you at least feed me first?”

“You're getting McDonald's and that's it.”

“I'll make sure it takes me three hours to eat it.”

Jazmine simply rolled her eyes in response.

It was now around four in the afternoon when you were finally pulling into the driveway of your house. Sighing, you grabbed your bag from the passenger and made your way inside. You went through the garage and then through the kitchen in order to make your way upstairs in the hopes of Joe not seeing you. You still didn't feel ready to talk to him. As you made your way upstairs into your bedroom, you were surprised to see Joe sitting there scrolling on his phone and sighed. When he heard your footsteps, he immediately stood up and walked over to you.

“Only reason I'm here is because Jazmine kicked me out. I am still extremely pissed off at you.”

“I know because I told her to.”

You did a double take and looked at your husband in disbelief.

“I was desperate and wanted you here so we could talk. Besides, she told me you kept eating all of her snacks.”

Rolling your eyes, you dumped your clothes into the hamper and set your overnight bag in the bottom of the walk-In closet with Joe following behind you. You reached up behind a pair of your shoes on the second shelf and got the Bengals onesie along with the mini football and handed it to Joe who looked confused.

“Uh? Who is this for?”

“You. Even though I should throw the football at your head for how you talked to me.”

“I… wait… you're pregnant?”

“Yes and you would have found out on Monday if you weren't busy being an asshole. I was so excited to tell you, but that quickly went out the window.”

“Babe…. I… I'm sorry. I promise that it will never happen again. You were only trying to help me and I took that for granted. And I also ruined this.” He said as he held up the onesie to examine it.

“Hmm.”

“I bought you some peonies. They're downstairs in the kitchen.” He quietly told you as he played with the football you had handed him.

“I'll look at them later. The baby is a boy and I hope you teach him how and how not to speak to his significant other so he can learn from your mistakes.”

It was still awkward between the two of you after you had come back home from being with Jazmine for a few days. Now that he knew about the little life inside of you, It seemed like every waking moment he was asking you if you were okay and getting you anything that you might need and bringing it to you. You could admit that it was nice and he was trying to do his best in order to make it up to you.

Since you had somewhat finally got your nausea under control, you decided that you would go to the game this week and see him play but made sure to have meds and ginger ale on stand by. It was an away game as they were playing the Carolina Panthers and Jazmine quickly volunteered to go with you. She told you that she wanted to keep you company, but deep down you knew it was because of her huge crush that she had on Ja'Marr even though she would probably never admit it.

The two of you had just gotten situated in your suite because you knew for a fact that if Joe caught you in the stands with regular fans that he would have a fit. An incident occurred last season before his wrist injury which included so called ‘fans’ harassing you. He knew how much you liked being near the action, but from that point on, in order to not compromise your safety, you always needed to be in a suite for his peace of mind.

“Oh! There's your man!” Jazmine said as she nudged you, but rolled your eyes.

“You only noticed because of who he's standing next to.”

“I… don’t ever know what you mean bestie.” She replied as she was heavily eyeing Ja'Marr.

“Sure, sure. I need to get you two to go on a date so that we can all be put out of this misery.”

“He's cute!”

“And single, so shoot your shot.” You told her as you felt a wave of nausea come over you and quickly grabbed your ginger ale taking a sip.

“Tell his bestie a.k.a. your husband to put in a good word for me.”

“I'll see what I can do.”

“I literally can't wait for the double dates.”

It was nearing the end of the game and it looked like for the first time this season that the Bengals would actually have a win which you knew Joe would finally be excited about.

“You know what you should do?” Jazmine asked as she turned to look at you.

“What?”

“He already doesn't know you're here so surprise him in his hotel room. You know where he's staying so….”

“And he always leaves a key for me at the front desk just in case I decide to come to an away game.”

“See? Perfect. Yall need to have make up sex because both of you are still acting awkward around each other when you've seen each other naked and his private parts have been in your mouth and yours in his which is still so weird to me.”

“Jazmine….”

“Like I remember the first time you told me you deep throated him.”

“Jazmine….”

“Had him seeing stars and shit.”

“Jazmine….”

“Just saying. You need to get dicked down. And his first win of the season? Oh girl the paint on the walls needs to be peeling by the time yall get finished.”

“JAZMINE!” You called her name for the fourth time before you busted out laughing.

“What!? What'd I say!? You know it's true. He might end up putting another one in you.”

“Don't you wish that on me!”

“That man is about to turn you every way but loose. You always said you wanted a lot so don't switch it up now. I'm actually surprised yall don't have ten kids already.” She said as she held her hands up in defense.

You rolled your eyes before laughing at her and unlocked your phone to go to your text messages. You read where Joe had sent you which hotel that they were staying at and saw that it wasn't very far from the actual stadium. If you didn't want to hit the stadium traffic, you decided that you should leave now to give yourself enough time.

“What's that look for?” Jazmine asked as she saw the wheels in your head turning.

“I'm about to head to the hotel. That way it'll be easier for me to maneuver because everyone else is still watching the game.”

“Well don't let me stop you. Go and spend time with your man. Just lay on the bed with nothing on. I'll text you when my flight is about to take off.”

Getting to the hotel and getting the key to his room wasn't a problem and you were waiting patiently for him to get there as you were laying down on the bed and scrolling through your phone.

You then noticed that you didn't have a lot of battery left and stood up to get your charger out of your bag when you heard the door open.

Joe walked in and was surprised to see his wife in front of him and instantly smiled.

“I didn't realize that I was going to have a special guest.” He said as he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you as he placed a kiss on top of your head.

“I decided at the last minute to come and Jazmine volunteered to come with me.” You told him as you stepped back to stare up at him.

“Congratulations by the way. I'm very proud of you. Even though I was proud of you before.” You told him as you reached up to kiss him.

“Thank you. I think because you’re here is why we probably won.”

“I don't know about that. You give me too much credit.”

It was quiet for a few minutes as the two of you simply stared at each other before Joe was the first one to break the silence.

“I hate fighting with you and I'm sorry. The entire thing is my fault and you were just trying to help. Are you still mad at me?”

“How many times are you going to apologize? It happened, we moved on from it. And no. It takes too much energy for me to be mad at you.”

“But I still feel like shit. I can't believe that I talked to my own wife like that. I see why you wanted to throw the football at my head. You had a good reason.” Joe muttered and you stifled a laugh.

“You can make it up to me now, though ” You told him as you let go of him and reached behind you to undo the clasp on your bra.

“How and what are you doing?”

Instead of you answering him with words, you simply pulled your bra out from underneath your shirt and threw it onto the floor after you had taken it off without taking off your shirt.

Joe simply bit his lip before he reached down to kiss you as he backed you up until the back of your legs hit the bed. He gently laid you down and told you to move until you got to the top.

“Move up higher for me.”

Once you did and got settled, Joe was playing with the bottom of your shirt which happened to be his jersey before pulling it up over your head leaving your top half bare in front of him.

Soft kisses were placed all along your body starting from your collar bone and working all the way down until he got to your shorts quickly unbuttoning them. You lifted your hips so that he could pull them away from your body along with your panties and spread your legs wide as he placed kisses along each thigh.

“You're so beautiful, baby. You know that?”

“Hmm, I think that you've told me once or twice before. But I always love hearing you say it.”

“And I'll never get tired of saying it.”

As he held onto your thighs, you instantly felt his mouth on you and a quiet moan couldn't help but to escape your lips.

“Shh. Stay quiet for me, baby. The last thing I want is to hear Ja'Marr complaining that you were too loud because his room is next to mine. I won't hear the end of it.”

“You shouldn't make me feel so good then. And it's not like he hasn't heard us before.” You replied as Joe immediately scoffed.

“Like that's ever going to happen. Keep those legs spread for me or I'll do it for you. You’re already so wet and I've barely done anything.” Joe quietly said as he was running his fingers along your folds making you buck your hips forward.

“I think my wife is growing impatient and she better behave herself because if she doesn't I'll edge her all night. You know I love you, right?”

“Yes and I love you right back.”

“Good, remember that because I'm about to fuck you like I don't.”

—

“Oh shiiit.” You blurted out as Joe was pounding into you as you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer to you so that your noses were touching.

He quickly took advantage of the opportunity and brought you into a kiss before placing your legs on top of his shoulders.

You had lost count of how many times you had hit your peak that night and was surprised that Joe still had so much energy. Seeing as it was now close to two in the morning. You guess you can blame it on the high from winning the game.

Without warning he slipped out of you making you whimper before he moved down to be face to face with your core once more and began to eat you out again which felt like the millionth time this evening.

“Mmm, baby. Right there, stay right there.” You gasped as he began moving his tongue in and out making you squirm.

Joe could tell you were close as he held you down in place and began to suck on your clit.

“Fuck! Babe, I can’t take it.”

“Yes you can. Give me one more.” Joe answered you as he went back to sucking on your clit.

Your back arched off of the bed as no sounds were coming out of your mouth and knew that it was only a matter of time before you came all over his face, as you've done so many times already. Sure enough you felt it building up and tried to push Joe away from you, but he just held onto you tighter.

“I know your ass is not trying to run away from me. I thought you were my good girl. Good girls don't do that.”

Your response to Joe was you squirming all over his face.

“And there it is. I knew you had one more in you.” Joe told you as he placed small kisses all along your thighs. You didn't even bother responding as you were trying to regulate your breathing and Joe crawled back up your body to kiss you before laying his head on your chest.

“Do you forgive me now?” He asked as he nipped at your breasts before taking one in his mouth and lightly sucking.

“Yes, but I had already forgiven you. This was just a plus. But promise me that nothing like that will ever happen again no matter what the circumstances are. We communicate better than that.”

“Promise.”

The two of you laid in silence for a few minutes with your arms wrapped around each other when Joe's phone went off. He reached over to grab it while still holding onto you and unlocked his screen to see that it was a text from Ja'Marr.

Ja'Marr- are yall done yet? Because I have YET to go to sleep. I knew she was mad at you, but got damn.

“See? Baby, I told you that you were too loud.” Joe said as he was trying not to laugh.

[cheeseceli]

You don't tell them you're sick

Pairing: ot8!Ateez × gn!reader (established relationships)

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, headcanons

Request: the reader gets sick or hurt but doesn't want to tell the boys cause they are busy or on tour and don't want them to worry or get sick too.

Warnings: They are idols, mentions of medicine and food, bits of self doubt and reader is injured/sick

A/n: blind by ateez is such a good song fr | daily click

Seonghwa

Honestly, he looks a bit disappointed

He thought you knew him better than that

After all, what did he do to give you the impression that he'd rather not be "bothered" if you ever got injured?

Makes sure to take proper care of you until your complete recover

It doesn't matter if he's preparing for a now comeback

Your well being will always come first to him

"And don't you ever forget, I'm here for you. No matter what. I want to be bothered, so bother me all you want."

Hongjoong

Very similar to Seonghwa

Except he's not necessarily disappointed

He's in denial

Like, there's no way you were sick for almost 2 weeks but didn't tell him because he was on tour

You didn't actually do it

Right?

And he can't believe he didn't notice it before, even if you made sure to hide it

Feels like he failed you a little

Makes sure to check on you all the time, overseas or not

"You know you can tell me all you're going through, right? That's what I'm here for."

Yunho

Low-key doubting himself a bit

Is he that bad of a boyfriend that you thought he wouldn't have the time to take care of you 💔

Or even worse

Did you think he wouldn't want to be there for you?

Wonders what he did to give you that impression

And he is on his way to fix it

While taking care of you!

No way you are escaping him giving you the nurse treatment

Being 100% boyfriend material just in case

"Are you feeling any better? I can go buy any remedy you might want. Or soup! Do you want soup?"

Yeosang

He did think your voice was a bit hoarse when he called you two days before

But it's not until you were sneezing nonstop today is that he caught on

You were sick

And when he asked you about it you dared to deny, even if it was so obvious you were lying

Him being on Japan doesn't mean he can't take care of you?!

Makes sure to order medicines and food to your place

Now there's no denying

"Hey, just letting you know that dinner should be there in less than 20 minutes. I ordered you your favourite :)"

San

He was surprisingly fast at discovering, even if you were trying to hide

Mostly because it's kinda hard to walk around with a sprained ankle

So even though he was tired and wanted nothing more than just sleeping after a tough day at practice

He noticed you were in pain

Don't even try to deny

Suddenly he's all energised, ready to take care of you

And he's demanding answers

Why did you hide it from him? How did you hurt yourself? For how long were you walking around like this?

Will take care of you but will also (affectionately) scold you until your ears fall off

"You should call me right away when something like this happens! You were planning on keeping it a secret or something? Wait what-"

Mingi

Honestly, you should've just told him

"But he's so stressed because of work, I don't wanna worry him"

Well, that did not work

If you had told him from the beginning, he would've probably be less worried

But now, because you said "I fell from the stairs, but I'm okay now" he thinks you're on verge of death

We know you had good intentions

But bro is STRESSING 😭

So please, next time just tell him right away lmao

"For God's sake, Y/n, don't ever do this again. Are you okay, though? For real?"

Wooyoung

Oh wow

This one is feeling like he was backstabbed

Even if you were an oscar winning actor/actress, you would NOT fool this guy

When it comes to you, he knows and noticed everything

So after making you're alright, even with the slight pain, he just keeps eyeing you

Waiting for you to tell him how'd you get hurt

But then you don't

And he's honestly a bit hurt you wouldn't rely on him even when your knees where that bruised

Proceeds to take care of you (and interrogate you), all while hoping you'll be able to understand he's there for you

All the time

"Could you put me as your emergency contact? I want to be there for you if you ever need me."

Jongho

Probably the most understanding out of the boys

He was in the other side of the world, after all

And although he'd go back to you in a heartbeat, he knew why you wouldn't want him to

So he understands your point of view

But damn

You guys called each other a few times

He would've appreciated if you had told him

He could've asked a staff to help you, he could've bought you medicine

If he could at least ask how you were feeling, he'd already feel better

So please, don't hide those things from him

"Are you sure you don't want me to go back home? I know, it's just a bit of a fever, but I don't mind going back. Just say the word."

Masterlist | you'll probably like: their s/o is overworked

Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @sheraayasherrecs @queenofdumbfuckery @lezleeferguson-120

Dividers by @saradika-graphics | images 1, 2 and 3

[jetblack4realz]

not a choice - jacaerys velaryon

summary - when rumors spread surrounding a new choice in bride for jace, your insecurities get the best of you

targ!reader, so you have white hair. pre-war and they're just chillin on dragonstone so slay

also, tell me why i can write SO MUCH for jace?! like, over 6 and a half thousand words? huh??

warnings - nah

word count - 6.5k

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you were the one to see jace off when he left for the baratheon's rebellion at storm's end.

"stay safe," you requested gently, hands on his biceps as he offered you a bit of a sideways smile.

"don't fret, love," he told you, squeezing your waist as he pecked your lips. "i'll be perfectly fine, and i'll learn a lot. it's a miracle mother allowed me leave in the first place."

"i know, but i still worry," you answered with a short sigh. "it's a war you're attending to."

"a war that will be resolved quickly with the help of a dragon. when daemon went to the stepstones it was resolved rather quickly," he said.

"he was gone for months, jace. and you're not him, and vermax isn't caraxes," you reminded. "all i'm asking is to be careful. remember that you have a girl back home waiting for you."

"how could i forget? you're the most beautiful girl in all of westeros, it'd be difficult to forget you," he said with a widening grin as he pulled you in for another kiss. you smiled into it, hands sliding up to his shoulders as he held you tightly. "i'll talk to my mother when i return. i promise." he kissed you again. and then when he pulled back, he winked. "and your hand will be mine." he pressed his lips to yours even more firmly than before.

when he pulled back you noticed the dragon pit guards looking awkwardly away from you both and you let out a breathy laugh and nodded. "i'll be looking forward to it. but now, you need to go. lord borros is waiting for you."

"i'll write if i can," he promised.

"i will too," you answered. "be safe."

"i'll be better than that - i'll be victorious."

his laugh echoed behind him as he mounted the green dragon he was bonded to, the agile thing chirping as you offered them both a wave. he winked before taking off into the clouds, headed straight for the narrow sea.

you let out a deep sigh, spinning the ring on your middle finger as you watched him disappear into the sky.

"you know it's your last time you'll see him like that, huh?" your handmaiden asked with a sad frown as she looked at you.

your eyes snapped to hers, brows knitted tightly. "what do you mean?"

her eyes widened. "that's just what everyone around the grounds has been saying. that he's headed to help win lord borros' favor to wed his eldest daughter. apparently there have been talks."

"that's ridiculous. we're practically betrothed, my father would never allow it," you answered, waving the suggestion away.

"your father isn't here, my princess," she said quietly. "but lady elenda and their daughters are arriving in a fortnight, as you know. it seems as though princess rhaenyra wants the alliance."

"what need do we have of the baratheons?" you asked, shaking your head even as your brows furrowed further. "this is a nonsensical idea. jace and i have been set to be betrothed for years."

"it's just a rumor, your highness," she said, volume dropping even more.

"yes," you said, glancing up at the skies once more. "just a rumor."

the baratheons arrived only days after jace's departure in order to stay safe from the chaotic rebellion on their homeland and you were surprised to not be called to treat with them. rhaenyra insisted there was "no need" for you to bother yourself with the formalities.

apparently, they would not be staying long.

you were walking with baela when you were approached by a courtier you knew was a lover of gossip.

"is it true?" he asked with a tilt of his head and an interested smile. "is your almost-engagement off?"

you raised your brows. "funny. no, it's not."

"rumor has it it's going to be," he told you, tsk'ing his tongue as he shook his head. "the baratheon girl - cassandra - she's a beauty. dark haired like our prince with glittering gold eyes. fit for royalty."

"you cannot announce such implications like that to your princess," baela said with a glare. "off with you. the baratheon girl will leave and y/n will remain. and if you anger her more it will be your pain."

"as you wish, my princess," the man said with a slight bow, though his smile remained ever so slightly on his lips.

"ridiculous," she scoffed as he went on his way.

you hesitated as the four baratheon sisters rounded the corner, all strikingly beautiful in their own ways - in ways completely opposite you. the oldest, cassandra, held herself high, poised, proper in every way as her sisters giggled about her. "is it, though?"

baela followed your eyes before scoffing again and slapping your arm. "it is. you two have been head over heels for each other as long as i can remember. father and rhaenyra are betrothing you. those arrangements are set in stone."

"except they aren't. and father is not exactly in rhaenyra's good graces currently."

"she's not cruel," she told you. "she will not take out her frustrations with our father on you. or jace. he loves you, and she knows that."

your eyes remained on cassandra for far too long until you both finally turned the opposite corner and you let out a breath. "right."

you were surprised when you received your first raven from jace a few weeks later, not entirely sure if he'd be able to get one out to you.

my love,

i finally understand how the stormlands got their name. vermax hasn't taken well to the constant wind and rain, but we've managed to calm the fight a decent amount. i'm certain i'll arrive home soon.

lord borros has been kind with me, though he is a rather gruff man. he trusts my judgment and allows me to make my own moves with vermax, which i appreciate. we've worked well together and i see us continuing to be powerful allies in the future.

i hope you're staying entertained without me. i wish you were here. well, i don't wish you were actually here, but i wish i could see you. i miss you.

have you spent time with the baratheon girls? lord borros insists his eldest is a wonderful girl, as does my mother. i hope you've found a friend in her.

i'll try to be home soon.

i love you.

jace

you gripped the parchment tightly, eyes scanning the lines about borros and cassandra nearly a dozen times before you finally rested it against the desk again.

his mother spoke to him of her. lord borros was speaking of her even in times of war and rebellion.

perhaps there was an element of truth to the rumors.

but jace loved you, you knew that. rhaenyra would respect that, or at least you hoped.

luke's approach was quick and his brow was furrowed as he looked down at you. "my mother has been speaking with lady elenda in the war room all morning."

"what?" you wondered.

"she's asked to see you," he continued with a heavy breath.

"me?" you repeated with wide eyes.

"you. now."

you stared at him a little longer as his brows fell into a sympathetic gaze before finally moving around him and heading towards the princess' rooms. as you walked, you spotted the younger three baratheon girls giggling their way to the gardens and then when you were outside the hallway there was cassandra and elenda.

when they spotted you they both fell into instantaneous curtsies, cassandra's head dipping lower than her mother's as she spoke: "your highness."

"the princess is waiting for you," lady elenda said as she rose, looking back towards the doors.

you didn't answer, nodding instead to the both of them and passing them by in favor of rhaenyra's rooms. you heard elenda begin whispering to her daughter but you just kept moving forward, the guards pulling the doors open upon your arrival.

you immediately fell into a deep curtsy, silvery white hair falling in front of your eyes before you raised again.

"you called?" you asked as they shut the doors behind you, eyes immediately falling on the princess seated at her desk.

she looked up at you, eyes softening as a smile pulled at her lips. "my girl, how are you?"

you raised your shoulders and mustered a hesitant smile, still uncertain of what this conversation was going to lead to. "i'm well, thank you. and you, your highness?"

she let out a breath through her nose, smile tightening before she nodded. "i'm fine, yes. thank you, darling."

your eyes roamed the room, hands clasped in front of you as protocol called for.

"what was it that you needed?" you asked when your gaze fell back on her.

rhaenyra stood then, rounding the desk to lean against the front of it and eye you intently, letting out a breath as she mulled over her words. "i need to speak to you about jace."

"is he alright?" you asked instantly, taking a step towards the princess. "he wrote to me a few days ago. has something happened since then?"

"he is perfectly alright," she said, holding her hands out as she shook her head. "he is fine. but, there has been much conversation about him and his future. lord borros is impressed with him."

you paused before speaking. "that's wonderful."

"it is. i think we will end this rebellion with much stronger ties to the baratheons than before," she said.

"i'm sure he's grateful for jace's aid."

"eternally. lady elenda speaks well of him too."

"they've met?"

rhaenyra's eyes were intense as she watched you and you quickly schooled your features so you didn't come off as offensive as you assumed you'd looked previously.

"briefly, when you all were children you were introduced. i believe she once wished her daughter to be wed to him. she's always sought a tie to the throne," she hummed, still watching you closely.

"many do," you answered, rubbing your right thumb over the top of the left in a fit of developing nerves. "i'm grateful you and my father betrothed us when you did."

"yes, we certainly ended those possibilities early," she said.

you held your breath for a moment, trying to bite your tongue as best you could and suppress the little voice within you that resembled your father's.

rhaenyra was still smiling, so you tried to keep yours afloat too.

"are you worried that lady elenda is still set in her previous plans?" you asked her carefully. "it is odd she hasn't found a match for cassandra. she's been of age for a few years now, has she not?"

"yes, she has," she answered. "and i agree that it is odd. i am not entirely sure of her intentions, but she and her husband are quite... stubborn individuals. and very self-interested. if i am to be honest with you, my dear, i'm worried for our standing even after the end of this whole ordeal."

"even after jace practically rescues them?"

"even then."

and then you couldn't help yourself, you had to know. "are you considering dissolving our betrothal in order to secure their support for you as queen?"

the silence that followed was thick.

rhaenyra was a thoughtful woman, and her eyes remained heavy on yours as she went over her words.

it caused your heart to quicken, realizing her silence as your answer.

if she hadn't been considering it she would've denied you by now. but, she hadn't. she was still thinking it through.

"the baratheons are much better as allies than foe," she decided. "it would do us good to secure our alliance with them."

"by putting their daughter on the iron throne next to jace just like they want?" you wondered with wide eyes before you caught yourself. you stood straight and stepped back as her face fell, reaching an arm out to stop you. "we've been betrothed for a decade."

"i know. sweet girl-"

"i'm in love with him," you said, stepping back further as she pushed off the desk and moved towards you. "and he's in love with me. you need to know that before you make whatever agreements and alliances you need to."

"darling," she sighed. "i cannot promise anything. this is politics. this is our lives, you know this."

"i do. i've heard my father's lectures on the importance of strong matches and sturdy alliances, which is why i'm not fighting you on it. i just need you to know what you're breaking before you break it," you said, voice as strong as it could be even as you reached for the handle. "let me know if he sends word."

she nodded, lips downturned as she watched you pull the door open. "i will."

"i'll see you at supper." and then you were gone.

the air of dragonstone shifted after that conversation. other than baela, luke, and rhaena, everyone had begun treating you different. the maids and guards and lords and ladies watched you with a sort of sadness, an odd sort of pity that made you want to crawl out of your skin or slap someone.

and they'd become more attentive to the baratheon girls.

lady elenda, you learned, was a boisterous woman who loved to speak about her daughters. namely cassandra. she'd show the servants her newest stitchings or announce how lovely she was with words, begging the girl to recite a poem of her own writing.

she did it morning noon and night.

at first, rhaenyra smiled and nodded as expected, clapping at the end of the poem or gasping at the beautiful new stitching.

the ladies of court were just as supportive, and so were the servant girls who would be in the room at the time.

baela would just scoff and roll her eyes, whispering to you: "you'd think she was ten, how excited her mother is that she can stitch."

"don't be rude," you whispered sharply even as a smile pulled at your lips. "maybe she just learned."

baela snorted into her glass, earning a few looks and a wide smile from lucerys and rhaena.

elenda narrowed her brows. "did our princesses have something to share?"

"we were discussing our own stitching projects," you answered. "they're a bit... different than sweet cassandra's, but important nonetheless."

the woman wasn't a fan of you, you figured immediately as her look sharpened more. "and what are your projects, if you don't mind my asking?"

"we make our own riding armor," you told her, leaning back in your chair and sipping your wine quietly as the surrounding individuals who were not from storm's end leaned in with excitement. "our father taught us when we were little. since dragonriding is a dangerous and quite adventurous activity we usually get rips and tears in the fabric, so it's easier to fix them ourselves anyways."

and then you made eye contact with elenda, a half smile on your lips.

"i even made prince jacaerys' for him. i've begun teaching him how to repair them, so i'm sure we'll continue our lessons upon his return since there will be plenty to repair."

cassandra's gaze dropped for a second before it sharpened again - something brittle in her pride, like cracked porcelain. she glanced at her mother before looking to you again.

"that's good of you," she said.

"it's quite impressive," rhaenyra chimed in with a smile your direction. "i am always impressed with the princess."

your smirk softened into a smile and you nodded. "thank you."

it was then that the door burst open and her personal guard came to her side, whispering shortly in her ear. she stood, meeting your eyes.

"jacaerys has returned."

that had the baratheons perking up. elenda grinned. "perfect timing! it'd be lovely for him to reunite with cassandra. it's been ages since they-"

"i think prince jacaerys could do with some rest before socializing," rhaenyra said with a shake of her head and a smile. "perhaps in the morning."

"oh, yes, of course," elenda said as you and the princess began to make your way out of the dining hall. when you passed her, she caught your arm. her fingers pressed into the skin just above your elbow, soft but insistent - like a mother restraining a child. it made your stomach churn. "dear, the princess said he needs rest. you should probably stay here and leave the boy be."

you pulled your arm from her and moved to rhaenyra's side in one swift motion, shaking your head. "he'll want to see me."

and then you both left, leaving elenda and cassandra with wide eyes and slack jaws.

baela shrugged, stabbing a piece of chicken and meeting the baratheon mother's eyes. "she's not wrong."

you raced to jace's chambers with rhaenyra on your heels, pushing the door open with an unmatched urgency.

jace turned immediately, brows raised high before his face lit up and he caught you around the waist, burrowing his face in your hair as he held you tightly. he hummed lowly, pressing a kiss to your neck and shoulder. "hello love."

"seven hells i missed you," you breathed out. you pulled back, hands cupping his jaw by his neck as you looked him over. "you're alright?"

he let out a laugh. "i'm better than alright. i'm victorious."

you rolled your eyes, but smiled nonetheless. "good. i'm proud of you, and i'm damn glad you're home."

he pulled you back into his arms, squeezing you tightly. "me too, love."

you only pulled away so that he could greet his mother, sporting a wide smile as usual. "i have a lot to speak with you about, mother. lord borros is a talker."

"i've heard," she said, matching his smile. "you've done well, sweet boy. rest for now and we will speak in the morn."

"no, i'm quite alright," he told her, waving the suggestion away. "if i could speak to you now, that'd be preferable. if you have the time, of course."

rhaenyra looked at you then, like she knew something you didn't before returning her eyes and smile to her son. "yes. i've got the time."

"wonderful," jace said before glancing back to you and reaching for you again. "give me a few minutes and then i'll come find you, yeah?"

"alright," you answered, unsurprised by his desire to get whatever it was he wanted to speak with his mother of over with before fully relaxing. you pressed a kiss to his cheek. "i'll be in my chambers."

"i'll be there in a few minutes," he promised, hand on your cheek as he directed your lips to his for a few seconds before pulling back with a cheeky smile.

"okay," you said, grinning as you backed to the door.

"okay," he answered.

you exchanged a nod with rhaenyra before disappearing into the hallway.

you trusted jace with everything you had. you trusted him more than anyone else in this world - more than your father, or either of the twins, or rhaenyra. you knew he loved you, that much was evident. but, you also knew of his dedication to his mother and the throne that would one day be his own. if she decided to mention potential matches to him you weren't entirely sure which way he would sway.

it was a conversation you would save for later.

after an adequate welcoming home.

"i missed you," you mumbled against his mouth, hands in his hair as he pushed you back into your room and closed the door behind himself. he grinned into the kiss, flicking the lock shut before wrapping an arm around your middle and pulling you into him.

"i missed you too, darling," he hummed, squeezing you tighter as you stepped with him back towards the sofa in front of the fire.

it didn't take much effort to push you onto it, the boy holding himself just barely over you as he shifted his attention from your lips to your neck.

"what'd you speak with your mother about?" you asked, breaths deepening as he bit down gently on a sensitive spot, quickly soothing the bruise with a swipe of his tongue before he pulled away to meet your eyes with the same mischievous grin that had won you over years prior.

"why should i tell you?" he hummed, capturing your lips before you could object, one hand sliding up from your waist to cup your jaw and keep you close.

"because i'm intrigued," you answered, breathing out a laugh as you dodged his next kiss even as he tried to pull you back in. "we had a very interesting conversation the other day, and i'm curious if she mentioned it to you."

he paused, hovering over you as his brows slowly furrowed. "what did you talk about?"

you held his eyes for several moments before breathing out: "you first."

he considered you, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips before he finally pushed off you and sat back against the arm of the sofa, gesturing you to him instantly. you sat up, leaning sideways against the back cushion and reaching for his hand which he immediately allowed you to take.

"i suspect that our alliance with the baratheons is a fragile thing," he began carefully, squeezing your hand absentmindedly. "lord borros is a prideful man. he spoke much of his family and their successes. he made mention of his belief that the baratheons could have been what we targaryens are had they been the ones with dragons."

"but they don't have dragons."

"exactly, and they never will," he answered with a nod. "still, it was slightly concerning to hear. i don't believe he holds true loyalty to my mother or to alicent in regards to our inevitable debate for the throne. whoever will cater to him the most will gain his support."

"his wife seems to function in a similar manner," you told him with a thin smile. "a bit of an obnoxious lady. she's very proud of her daughters."

he perked up a bit at that, as though he just recalled something. "have you met them?"

"her daughters?"

"yes. lord borros said good things. i thought maybe they could be friends to you, given that there aren't many our age on the island."

you breathed out a laugh, shaking your head as you looked down at your joined hands. "no, jace. i don't anticipate any friendships forming soon."

"why?" when you looked up at him he seemed genuinely curious, head tilted and brows furrowed at you. he squeezed your hand. "what makes you say that?"

you looked over his sharp targaryen features that resembled his mother and even your father in some ways, and then the soft pouty lips and dark brunette curls that belonged to his true blooded father. the deep brown of his eyes accented with an amethyst hue, and the perfectly dotted freckles sprayed across his nose.

and strangely, cassandra came to mind.

her delicately waved nearly black locks she braided with purple ribbons and the dots of blush she always applied to her cheekbones. she was a few years your senior and her bone structure showed it - a perfect button nose, high cheekbones, plump lips and a jawline that was defined just enough to be amazingly feminine.

she was an elegant little doe, just as she'd been trained to be. gentle and simple and the right amount of stubborn, unlike her mother.

and you deflated a bit, glancing away from jace to the fire beside you.

"no reason," you finally decided, mustering a small smile. "she just seems content with her sisters, as am i. i'm not desperate for friendship, jacaerys. i'm quite content with baela, rhaena, and luke."

"and me," he said, grinning as he pulled you towards him.

you laughed, nodding slightly and settling yourself comfortably on his lap. "yes, jace. if i've got you, i'm alright. no need for baratheon girls to fill my time."

"ditto," he hummed, hand on your neck again as he guided your lips back to his.

the next day lady elenda forced the two to meet, and neither you nor luke were invited.

"i don't like that woman," you muttered to the younger boy as you both strolled the grounds, hands clasped in front of you.

"neither do i," he breathed out with a shake of his head. "she's been trying to set me up with her other daughter, elliana, and i've reminded her of my betrothal to rhaena nearly a hundred times. i reckon jace is doing the same."

"except he can't," you said, kicking at the pebbles by your feet with a huff. "we're not betrothed."

"you're not?"

"not technically. my father's never actually declared it. your betrothal to rhaena happened before laena's death whereas mine has been left in daemon's hands. and, well, you know how he is."

lucerys watched you for several moments before nodding. "right. either way, i'm sure jace is fending off their advances."

"he'll do his best," you sighed decidedly.

luke's eyes remained on you longer than you appreciated before he opened his mouth to speak again, only cut off by the call of his older brother.

"can i join you?" jace asked as he came to luke's side with a grin.

you looked over at him with a thin smile, shrugging gently. "i'm actually meant to meet rhaena soon. how about you two practice some?"

"you don't want to watch?" jacaerys teased, moving around his brother to rest a hand on your arm.

you breathed out a half a laugh. "as much as i'd love to, i can't. how were the baratheons?"

"cassandra seems kind," he answered with a shrug. "her mother is as you said - very pushy. my mother seemed strangely interested in the whole thing. but, i'm glad to be done with it." he smiled at you. "you sure you don't want to watch us train?"

"i know where to find you if i do," you told him, smiling slightly as you patted his chest before passing him by towards your rooms. you looked to luke. "who knows, maybe rhaena will want to stop by."

the boy flushed red, earning laughs from both you and jace as you left.

"goodbye, love!" jace called, brows furrowed slightly at your swift absence.

you waved over your shoulder and moved quick to your rooms.

that night at dinner things were as they'd been for weeks.

you sat between jace and baela, whispering quiet quips to the latter as elenda began her daily bragging. jace, a virgin to her tales, seemed too interested, which made the baratheon women smile widely.

"that is quite impressive," he said with a nod. "you are quite the poet, lady cassandra."

"why thank you, my prince," the dark haired girl answered, eyelashes too long as she blinked and smiled at your boy. he returned her smile, your heart pounding once in your chest as you looked between them.

it had to be instinct, but your hand went straight to his upper thigh, running from his knee to his inner thigh quick and then slow, which earned his immediate attention.

his eyes were wide and his pupils dramatically dilated as they met yours, head tilted in question as the corner of his mouth lifted and then fell again. his voice was quiet when he spoke: "did you need something, darling?"

"nope," you said, holding your fork with your free hand and poking at the food on your plate. when you looked back at him you smiled sideways. "just missed having you next to me."

he hummed, catching your hand as it slid back up his thigh and holding it there. "i missed this too."

you held his eyes for several moments before flashing a quicker smile, squeezing his thigh, and returning to your plate while bringing your hand back to your own lap.

you glanced up to meet cassandra's frustratingly gold eyes, only looking away to see her mother and rhaenyra stuck in a stare off. baela nudged your side, nodding at the scene before elenda finally cleared her throat.

"prince jacaerys, your mother tells me you're a wonderful dancer," she said, looking to the boy with an expectant smile. "how about you and cassandra indulge a bit? this music is excellent."

for the first time that night, you noticed the music. it was a common tune, the dance that went with it known by nearly all who resided in westeros. you exchanged a look with jace before he swallowed and turned his attention to the black haired woman.

"does lady cassandra dance?" he asked.

"she knows enough, but not as well as you i'm sure," her mother answered. "she could use a teacher as skilled as you, sweet prince."

you cringed, jace's eyes flicking back to you before he nodded. "yes, i'm sure princess y/n and i could demonstrate. it's an easy enough dance-"

"how about you simply dance with cassandra? cut out the middleman, if you would. the princess needn't assist where her assistance isn't needed."

you met her eyes this time, mouth thin and eyes sharp as steel as your features schooled into a look that rhaenyra could only describe as daemon-like. jace reached for your hand, but you pulled away, standing from your seat with an all-too-polite smile and shooting a look to rhaenyra and then to the lady baratheon. "if you'll excuse me."

and then as you stepped away from a watching jacaerys cassandra stood, rounding the table and walking past you to stand opposite the boy. "if you don't mind, my prince, i'd be happy to dance with you."

you heard baela's scoff as you walked away, but you ignored it, and you ignored whatever jace's answer was.

and since he didn't follow you, you had a pretty good idea of what it was.

you didn't have it in you to socialize the next few days, resolving to stay in your chambers instead. baela and rhaena stopped by several times, but you insisted they go about their days.

"tell rhaenyra i'm sick," you said when they first came to fetch you for supper.

"are you?" rhaena asked with a raised brow.

you let out a heavy breath. "to my stomach, rhaena."

jace attempted to see you, but you never opened the door.

"love, open up."

"i'm sick, jace, i don't want to infect you." you pressed yourself against the door so he could hear you, and so he wouldn't try to bang the thing open.

he sighed. "bullshit, open up."

"just let me rest, i'll be out tomorrow."

"darling, honestly-"

"leave me be, jacaerys."

and then, to your utter surprise and disappointment, he did.

it was another day before he returned, skipping the formality of knocking and simply unlocking the door and pushing it open. you shrieked, pulling your comforter over yourself as he locked it behind him. "jace, what are you doing here?"

"why are you being like this?" he demanded quietly, brows knitted and arms crossed over his chest. "i've been gone for weeks and now you won't see me?"

you sighed. "jace, i don't feel well."

"that's shit and you know it too," he said, shaking his head.

you narrowed your gaze, dropping your arms back to your lap. "it's not!"

"you're not sick, y/n."

"i didn't say i was."

"so, what, you don't feel well emotionally? you don't like having me back?" he asked, brows knitted in a way that suddenly made you feel like a terrible person for insinuating such a thing.

"of course i like having you back," you said, groaning slightly. "i just don't like everyone else having you back too. the baratheon ladies to be specific."

"so you avoid me?"

"so i wallow in my pain and acceptance that your mother is going to marry you off to her," you corrected sharply, glaring at him openly now. "and you know it too. our relations with the baratheons are poor because of their pride and the only thing to fix it is to tie them to us permanently. to put one of their own on the throne beside you. you said it yourself, they will not take the side that does not benefit them."

he stared at you, eyes narrowed and jaw locked as he considered his words. "is that what you think?"

"that's what you said," you told him.

"you know what? you're right," he said, stepping towards you and letting one knee rest on the mattress. "that is what i said. because it's true. they won't do anything unless it be for their own self gain. but when did i ever say that that required us to indulge them?"

you sighed, shaking your head. "you didn't, but your mother-"

"i spoke with her," he told you. "she suggested the possibility. she told me that you understood. that you allowed her to make whatever decision was necessary for her throne."

you sat up straighter, shaking your head again. "that's not exactly true-"

"do you want to know what i said?" he asked, tilting his head at you.

you paused, watching him breathe deeply in and out of his nose before nodding. "yes."

"i told her no. i refused the thought." and suddenly your breath was gone. "i told her that she could take anything she wanted from me, my name, my dragon, my crown, but she couldn't take you. i listen to and abide by every rule she puts before me and the one thing i demand in return is you. and still, you avoid me. you need all my attention one moment and disappear the next."

that had you standing in seconds, running a hand through your insanely messy hair as you rounded the bed towards him.

"jace," you mumbled, reaching for him.

"don't," he said, stepping back.

"jacaerys," you said again, grabbing him by the biceps and pulling yourself towards him. one hand slipped up to cup his jaw as a small frown pulled at your lips. "i didn't want to step on your toes. your mother means the world to you and you are loyal to her to the end. i wanted you to make whatever choice was required of you."

"i'm loyal to you first," he whispered quietly, head falling forward to rest against yours, and your heart skipped a beat.

you reached your arms up to wrap around his neck, hugging him tightly to you and he just melted into it, his arms winding around your waist snugly. "i'm yours, jacaerys," you told him, pressing a kiss to his neck. "i'm yours. always."

"good," he mumbled into your hair.

that night you attended supper, brighter than you had been in weeks and clinging to jace's arm like your life depended on it.

when you sat, baela shot you a grin. "i see you two made up."

"he wore me down," you teased, jace rolling his eyes as he pulled your chair out for you. as you sat you felt nearly every pair of eyes on you, and as you glanced towards the head of the table you noticed both rhaenyra and your father, surprisingly, watching you and jace with the slightest of smiles.

"cassandra has written a new poem," elenda said, earning an amusing exchange of exasperated looks between you, baela, rhaena, and luke. jace knitted his brows and smiled at you, tilting his head in interest.

"this is a reoccurring thing," you whispered, squeezing his knee as he nodded in understanding.

"four poems in four days," rhaenrya mused with what you'd deemed her 'political princess smile' and a short nod. "impressive. you must have a lot of time on your hands, cassandra."

"enough to work my art," the girl answered, adjusting her posture as her gaze flicked to you. "i know dragonstone is quite busy, but i appreciate the reprieve that the oratory arts offer."

"i'm sure. though, i can't say many of us can relate to this," rhaenyra said, her eyes flicking to you and jace. "we prefer a different sort of reprieve. my future daughter by law, for example, spends many of her evenings in the sky."

"yes, she's told of her dragonriding rendezvous," elenda hummed with a thin smile your direction. "how she created her own uniform."

"she created mine as well," jacaerys added with grin.

"so she mentioned," elenda answered. "though we baratheons do not have dragons, we do our best to stay entertained and experienced."

"i'm sure y/n would be happy to give you an experience with a dragon, should you like," rhaenyra offered, glancing your way with a widening smile.

"her dragon is very eventempered," daemon said. "she claimed him when she was only ten and one. vermithor, the bronze fury."

cassandra's eyes widened. "oh! well, i've no need to ride a dragon. i'm quite content with my poems."

daemon snickered into his glass as he took a sip. "not as brazen as your father, are you?"

you breathed out a laugh, thankful for your father's sudden but welcomed return.

"i'm sorry," baela said, turning to rhaenyra with knitted brows and a wicked smile. "did i hear you correctly? did you call her your future daughter by law? are they getting married?"

it was then that lady elenda and her four daughters caught on as well, cassandra looking to the younger three with knitted brows as they looked to their mother.

"oh, yes," daemon said, sitting back in his seat. "we were going to announce that. yes, prince jacaerys will be wedding my daughter."

"when?" cassandra asked quickly, her eyes widening like she hadn't meant to say what she did.

"as quickly as possible," jace answered, holding your hand beneath the table and grinning. "i've been waiting years to call her my wife. i have no desire to wait any longer."

elenda was staring daggers at rhaenyra, whose eyes remained on her plate despite the growing smile to her lips.

"congratulations," cassandra managed, offering you the simplest of smiles.

you nodded, squeezing jace's hand and smiling widely. "thank you."

"well, i meant to announce tonight that we are leaving back to storm's end on the morrow," elenda said with a nod. "now that the rebellion is complete we are safe to return."

"yes, we're very lucky that prince jacaerys sped that up for you all so you could go home," you said, maintaining your smile. elenda narrowed her eyes.

"yes. thank you, prince jacaerys."

the boy lifted a glass of wine to his lips with a grin, nodding. "anytime."

eventually, rhaenyra steered the conversation elsewhere, though you and jace maintained your own semi-privately with your knees brushing and hands clasping whenever there weren't forks in them.

"thank you," you whispered to him as you gazed up with a smile. "for choosing me."

he shrugged, nudging your foot with his own. "there wasn't ever really a choice."

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Don't Run Off Like That

You told the LADS Men to not piss you off and what did they do? Pissed you off. How I imagine they would react to you storming off in tears and you're not answering their calls or texts. [Requested by: Anon]

Zayne

The minute you run off Zayne would watch you retreat not because he doesn't want to chase you, but because he's going through every possible outcome in his head on whether he should follow you or not.

By the time he decides to follow you're already out of sight. Now you have him walking through the streets of Linkon looking like a lost puppy. After about five minutes of blowing your phone up he's turning into Sherlock Zayne and doing some deductive reasoning about where you may have gone.

He was relieved to find you wrapped up in a blanket. Not in your bed, but in his instead.

Zayne: Please never run off like that again MC: I can't argue with you especially when I'm pissed off I'll always lose Zayne: its not really a competition it's us vs the problem MC: I know that which is why I didn't want to argue with you especially in public Zayne: I feel the same MC: I just needed to calm down Zayne: *Smiles* In my bed? MC: .... Your scent is calming I just didn't want to hug you while I was mad at you so your bed was the perfect solution

Rafayel

Rafayel is immediately chasing after you the minute you storm off, but of course you break out into a full sprint. He would be STRESSED. This man gets antsy when you don't reply fast enough. Now you're not replying and he can't find you? Yea his chest hurts. He's calling you on speaker phone just so he can continue texting you. After about ten minutes of your phone blowing up non-stop you share your location with him.

He found you in his kitchen, sitting on the counter, eating all his snacks. "I thought you got kidnapped or something!"

"Need I remind you I'm a trained fighter and constantly have a gun on my hip?" Rafayel would roll his eyes before taking the snacks from your hands and slotting himself between your legs. He rested his head in the crook of your neck while taking deep calming breaths.

Rafayel: Why did you run off like that? MC: I didn't want to say anything I'd regret so I needed time to myself Rafayel: So you turn into sonic the hedgehog? MC: I knew you'd come find me Rafayel: I'll always find you.

Xavier

Let's be so for real Xavier is on you. If you try to run from him he gonna teleport in front of you. So in order to get away from him you have to excuse yourself and then dip out when he can't see you. That whole turn around and storm off you planned on doing? Not happening that mf way too fast.

He would realize you've been gone for a while so he'd text you with concern. A few minutes pass and he starts getting worried. He's immediately on the move looking for you; checking your location, trying to get the coordinates on your watch. He'd call Jeremiah asking if he'd seen you as he's running around.

He manages to find you in the Hunters Association doing research on the increase in wanderers.

Xavier: You'd rather do research than talk to me? MC: You pissed me off and I hate arguing with you ... I needed something to take my mind off it Xavier: I don't enjoy it either but please don't disappear like that you almost gave me a heart attack MC: I needed to calm down Xavier: There's nothing wrong with that I just .... if something happened to you I don't want our last words to be out of anger you know? MC: I know ... I don't want that either

Sylus

Sylus would feel terrible for making you upset enough to storm off in tears, but he'd let you blow off some steam before coming to find you. He would definitely have the twins contact you first before he showed up. He'd have Mephisto watch you and report back to him as well.

You didn't go far he knew you'd storm off to one of your favorite places on base. The home library. He found you curled up on one of the giant bean bag chairs that you just had to have(he couldn't say no of course)

Sylus: May I come in? MC: Permission granted Sylus: I didn't mean to upset you Princess MC: Im sure you didn't mean to but you did and we're at a good point in our relationship I don't want to say anything I'll regret later Sylus: I don't mind you cursing me out MC: I mind Sylus: Are you ready to talk? MC: Yes, but I want a foot rub as we talk Sylus: *chuckles* I may have spoiled you too much MC: Is that a no? Sylus: *Grabs your foot* I'll do anything for you as long as you talk to me

[norrisradio]

ALMOST, ALWAYS

LINE BY LINE ᝰ.ᐟ “I’m always going to love you.” - La La Land (2016)

ᝰ PAIRING: lando norris x race engineer! reader | ᝰ WC: 1.4K ᝰ GENRE: situationship-to-lovers, as the title says: when the almosts turn to always, lando and mc are both down horrendous, a little bit of angst in the form of lando (as usual) being hard on himself ᝰ INCOMING RADIO: this was written in one manic session after lando's post-quali skysports interview - this is part desperate prayer and part manifestation for tomorrow's race ꨄ︎ requested by anon ! (i'm so sorry - i know you asked for a bittersweet ending but after quali, writing lando not getting the girl at the end would have been psychological torture for me)

send me an ask for my line by line event .ᐟ

Lando Norris knows what destiny feels like, because he's spent his entire life trying to snatch it from fate’s cruel hands.

It’s the way he tightens his grip on the steering wheel when the car jolts over a curb. The way he bites back the sting in his voice when the radio crackles with numbers that don’t match the effort. It’s a god he doesn’t believe in, teasing him with glimmers of greatness, only to pull them away with a shrug and a yellow flag.

It’s also you.

Not because you’re a superstition or a lucky charm—but because you’re the one reading fate’s data. The one in the back room, eyes scanning a dozen screens, voice steady over comms even when the world is burning down. You're not just part of the team. You're his engineer. His brain when emotion runs too hot. His breath when his lungs forget how to work.

But even gods fall short.

And today, so did you.

P8.

You’d gone aggressive on the tire plan. Bet on track evolution. A gamble, one you both signed off on with twin nods in the pre-quali briefing—his jaw tense, your hand gripping your tablet too tight.

You don’t remember walking out of the debrief. Don’t remember the words you said to the engineers or the drivers. You just remember his fingers almost brushing yours when you stood up, papers rustling between you. A breath held. A touch dodged. The same silent question hanging between you that’s been there for months.

You were never his. Not really. Not officially. But you’ve spent late nights pouring over lap deltas with your feet kicked up on his coffee table. Shared hotel breakfasts where your knees touched and neither of you moved away. You know the way his voice shifts when he’s pretending he's okay. He knows the exact moment your voice falters on the comm, even when no one else can hear it.

You both know what it feels like to almost cross a line.

And now, hours later, you’re asleep in your hotel room—lap charts open beside you, headphones still in—when your phone buzzes.

Lando.

You answer on the third ring, already sitting up.

“Hey,” you murmur, voice wrapped in sleep and regret. “You okay?”

“I bombed it.” His voice is quiet, but cracked. “Absolutely fucking bombed.”

You don’t correct him. Not yet.

Instead, you exhale slowly. “Talk me through it.”

“I don’t know. Didn’t hook it up. Rear end was loose, tires didn’t feel ready. Got traffic in S2. I should’ve—” He chokes on the words, and there’s a silence that says: I should’ve trusted something else. Someone else.

You bite your lip, guilt curling in your stomach. “It wasn’t all on you.”

“I know,” he says, but it sounds like a lie.

You shift under the covers, flicking your laptop closed. “One quali doesn’t rewrite the whole season.”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, voice distant. “But it still fucking sucks.”

You let the silence stretch. Not uncomfortable—just true.

Then, quieter: “I woke you up.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, lips curling into a soft smile, “but I’d rather be awake with you than sleep without you.”

He breathes out a laugh. It’s small, but real.

You talk for a while. About nothing, about everything. You tell him the cat at the paddock hospitality tent tried to follow you into the sim room today. You tell him one of the interns mistook your race notes for a coffee order. You tease him about how he still hasn't figured out how to work the printer back at the factory.

And he listens. Let's himself breathe.

Eventually, it fades into quiet.

“You still there?” he mumbles.

“Still here,” you say gently. “You getting sleepy?”

“A little.” His voice is soft. Barely there. “You make everything feel lighter, you know that?”

You smile into the phone. “That’s the goal.”

There’s a beat. Then:

“I’m always going to love you.”

He says it like a secret, like a truth he’s been holding inside his chest so long it’s bruised.

It’s not the first time he’s almost said it. But it’s the first time he lets it breathe. Let’s it be.

And you—you feel it. The weight of it. The ache. The fear and the want and the exhaustion.

You don’t say it back. Not yet. Because you’re still his strategist. And he’s still the boy chasing destiny with a race suit and a number on his back.

So instead, you stay.

You stay on the line until he falls asleep, quiet breathing soft in your ear like static.

Race day.

The sun blazes down on the circuit like a spotlight. Lando starts P8, jaw clenched, hands shaking in his gloves.

You’re in the garage, headset on, every sensor live. Your voice calm over radio, but your heart is a snare drum.

The lights go out like gunfire.

The start is chaos—front wheels locking up into Turn 1, one of the Ferraris darts wide, someone’s radio explodes with static and frustration. But Lando? He doesn’t flinch. He’s already shifting inside out, folding himself into that familiar headspace where nothing exists but the blur of corners and your voice cutting through the noise.

“Car ahead’s vulnerable into Turn 6,” you tell him, cool and clipped through the headset. No panic. No overthinking. You’re holding it together even though he knows your stomach’s in knots. He knows, because it’s his stomach too.

He trusts you. He always has. Even when you make bold calls. Even when the quali gamble didn’t pay off. Even when you won’t quite let your fingers brush his after a strategy meeting.

Lando dives down the inside of the Alpine into Turn 6. Tires shriek. He holds it.

P7.

The laps fall like dominoes.

“Gap ahead, two seconds. You’re quicker in this chicane.” “Box opposite Russell. We’re watching his undercut.” “Next two laps are critical. You can do this.”

He eats into the delta like it’s his last meal. When the tire drop-off comes, your call is perfect—box, outlap, traffic-free window. He rejoins behind one of the Aston Martins but doesn’t wait. Doesn't need to.

DRS open. Straight-line speed sings. Late on the brakes.

P5.

By lap 42, his gloves are soaked through. His neck aches. His visor is streaked with sweat and G-force. But he doesn’t lift.

“Rain maybe in the last five. Category 1 only,” you say, and even that—even that—lands like scripture.

You’re right. You always are.

Spots on the visor. Just a shimmer. Just enough to make it a test of nerves.

The Merc in P4 twitches into Sector 2. Lando capitalizes, flicks it up the inside with the kind of confidence you’ve been begging him to believe in.

He’s on the podium now.

P3.

The last few laps are a blur of tire management, double-checks, and defensive lines, but by the time he crosses the finish line, there’s only one thing he hears:

Your voice. Breathless in his ear. “Well fucking done, Lando.”

He rips the helmet off after parc fermé, hair plastered to his forehead, adrenaline running hotter than the engine. The champagne hasn’t even dried on his suit by the time he’s shoved past press officers and camera crews, giving the post-race interview answers half-distracted.

Smiles for the cameras. Nods at the questions. Grins when they ask about the race. But it’s all white noise.

Because you’re in the garage.

And destiny—destiny’s not on the podium. Destiny’s in black team-issue fireproofs, standing near the telemetry screens, trying to hide the fact that your hands are shaking.

He doesn’t call. He doesn’t wait.

He finds you.

You barely have time to smile before he’s running. His arms wrap around your waist, lift you clean off the ground. Your headset nearly flies off, but you’re laughing, holding onto his shoulders like gravity forgot its job.

He spins you in a tight, giddy circle, and the garage blurs behind you—engineers, mechanics, screens, all of it disappearing under the sound of his laughter.

“You did it,” you whisper, breath caught in your throat.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, hair a mess, eyes wild. “We did it.”

You stare at him. Just stare.

And this time—this time—there’s no almost.

He leans in, forehead to yours, voice so soft only you can hear it, even with the noise around you.

“I meant what I said last night.”

You already know. You felt it in every overtake. Every corner he trusted you to guide him through.

You nod, lips trembling. “I love you too, Lando.”

He kisses you like it’s the last lap of the race. Like he’s already won. Like destiny finally stopped running, and turned around to meet him halfway.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

been stalking your blog for a while and I just wanted to say I love your writing so much!! this is my time ever requesting anywhere so im sorry if anything's out of order.

is it possible for you to write something about a jealous g!p Donna with a withdrawn reader who was discarded by Mother Miranda?

Mother Miranda experimented on reader, accidentally giving them a form like a more dangerous vârcolac before deciding to hand them over to Donna once she was done since Alcina already has her daughters.

the reader is very withdrawn and usually spaces out and totally disassociates most of the time. but over time reader and Donna get closer because reader is very agreeable and likes to play with Angie.

one day, Donna and reader go to the castle for some reason and one of the Dimitrescu daughters (or Alcina) take an interest in reader and start relentlessly flirting with them.

this makes Donna go kinda crazy and she gets super jealous and possessive and decides she needs to knock reader up and show everyone who the reader belongs to.

no problem if you don't like the request or it's too dark or something, I hope you have a nice day!

Yess!!!! Thank you for your request, and sorry about the delay!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))))

A good girl

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, half-vârcolac! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, dark themes, dark Donna, Donna's POV

Word count: 8,052

Summary: She's a monster, just like me...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :)) Sorry if I didn't write for too many days, but it was my birthday and I wasn't able to do it... (yes, I was born on Valentine's day, how funny) Love you!!!

“Well, well, what's the matter? Why have you called us at this time of night?” my doll, Angie, asked, with a haughty tone that made me glance at her fleetingly as a reprimand. “I hope it's important.”

Mother Miranda raised her eyebrows, but the priestess ignored the comment, gesturing for me to come closer.

“Forgive her, Mother, I...” I tried to excuse her, but I was interrupted by a raised hand that told me, without words, that I should remain silent.

“Calm down, Donna,” the blonde said softly, shaking her head and smiling sinisterly. “I don't blame Angie for her curiosity.”

Silently, I nodded again as she walked towards one of the cages in the place, discreetly indicating for me to follow her.

“Mm,” she murmured, resting her hand on the lock of one of the cages. “Come closer,” she indicated with a vague gesture, as my vision cleared enough.

Slowly, I obeyed. I took one step and another and… Suddenly a metallic sound made me step back in fear. A creature lunged at the bars, clawing, scratching, tearing the air, trying to catch one of us.

“Madonna!” I screamed in fear, moving as far away from the cage as possible, listening to desperate growls, to the agonizing sounds of that beast.

Mother Miranda laughed amused, but cautiously moved away from the claws.

“This is my lastest experiment,” Miranda said with irony. “Or rather, my latest failure. Sometimes I think I should stop trying,” she added shaking her head, standing next to me. “What do you think?”

“I-It's a… a vârcolac, vero?” I whispered, without taking my gaze away from those fierce, bloodthirsty eyes.

“Mm, perceptive,” answered the blonde, nodding. “That's what I get for trusting Moreau…” she sighed, blinking petulantly. “I don't know why I bother.”

“Sorry, Mother, but… what do you need me for?” I asked, playing nervously with my hands.

“Well… I have to say that even though it was a resounding failure… there is something about her that has caught my attention.”

“Her?” I asked immediately, looking at the monster, which seemed tireless.

“Mm,” Miranda murmured. “I thought the transformation would be permanent, but it seems somewhat unstable,” she began to explain while I looked at Angie, who was equally confused.

“W-What do I have to do?” I asked, without taking my gaze off those terrible eyes, those fangs that wanted to chew our flesh.

“What you do best, dear,” she whispered, placing a hand on the lock and opening the cage. “Now!”

I stepped back in fear, watching the monster come out of its prison, lunging straight towards us. Fear began to take over me, but Mother was there, I couldn’t let her down. Without thinking too much, I reached out my hand towards the vârcolac just before I felt its claws on my dress.

The creature stopped with a moan of pain, resting its claws on its head, suffering terribly. It folded over itself as I focused all my powers on it, subduing it, or trying to, at least.

With a roar it stood up again, resuming its attempt to attack me, but it didn't reach me. Its monstrous gaze locked with mine, and without warning, the monster began to change.

The fur covering the beast began to retract, revealing pale, seemingly soft skin. Those bright eyes stopped being horrible and greedy, and became frightened . A soft, silky mane sprouted from its head and face, mutating into that of a young, beautiful girl...

The vârcolac disappeared, and the girl it transformed into collapsed in my arms with her eyes wide open before closing them. The weight of her body forced me to hold her.

“Look at that... it worked,” the blonde commented, cautiously approaching us and observing the unconscious young woman. “Excellent, Donna.”

I held the naked girl while Miranda checked her condition meticulously, indicating after a few moments, to put her down. I obeyed carefully, laying the girl down on the cold stone, unable to take my eyes off her body, her beauty.

It seemed almost impossible that such a terrible creature could hide something so beautiful, with such an innocent look. I was always an impressionable woman.

“Well,” Miranda sighed. “It seems that after all, her transformation is reversible. A curious advance, but unfortunately it doesn't help me much.”

“Who is she?” I asked, dazzled by that inert body.

“Mm, oh, well, don't worry about it, dear,” my savior replied, putting a hand on my shoulder. “She's just a young orphan who lived on the outskirts of the village. The Duke was tired of her stealing his stuff and I... well, how could I waste an opportunity like that?”

“What's going to happen now?” I asked again, bending down to brush a lock of hair from the young woman's face, to see her calm gaze, her soft breathing, the movements of her body.

“I've already taken out everything I had to take out of her. I guess I have no other option but to discard her and…” Miranda commented, walking towards her desk, but stopping talking when she looked at me, frowning. “Donna.”

“Mm?” I said, waking up from a curious dream, from an involuntary hypnosis, sitting up, somewhat nervous.

“I thought you would help me to get rid of her, but…” the blonde said, laughing sinisterly, with a suspicious glint in her eyes. “It seems you like her.”

“Cosa? Oh, no, io…” I said nervously, shaking my head, making the veil covering my face move, revealing my embarrassment.

“Come on, Donna,” she said, slurring her words and approaching me, stepping over the young woman gracefully, with contempt. “I can't blame you. She is a beautiful girl, isn't she?”

“Yes, beautifully monstrous,” Angie added, peeking out from behind my dress.

“Mm, that's it,” Miranda joked, making a knowing gesture to the doll. “The truth is that I have wasted time and resources on this little wolf… maybe discarding it would be a waste, don't you think?”

“I don't know, Mother,” I stammered, moving away from the girl and pretending not to be nervous.

“I'll give her to you,” the blonde said, arching her eyebrows.

“What?” Angie and I said at the same time, a response that seemed to amuse the priestess even more.

“Donna, my dear, I know very well how lonely you are in that big, empty house,” she justified herself. “I think you could really use some company.”

“I’m fine, Mother,” I replied, clenching my fists.

“Please, you and I both know that’s not true,” Miranda laughed, shaking her head. “I certainly wouldn’t want to waste another experiment.”

“T-Then send her to the castle,” I protested, crossing my arms, briefly lowering my gaze to the young woman. “I’m sure Alcina will be delighted to…”

“Alcina already has three wonderful daughters, dear,” the witch interrupted. “All my children have gladly accepted my gifts. You, my dear, are the only one who hasn't done it yet... besides, I've heard that they've been getting very close to your estate lately.”

“I've got it under control, Mother,” I whispered, darkening my hidden gaze. “They're not a problem.”

“I know, Donna,” she replied, downplaying it. “But she could be a good guard dog, don't you think?”

“Um, I...” I murmured again, starting to sweat without really knowing why. “W-Well, okay,” I finally agreed, without thinking too much about it.

Miranda nodded satisfied, taking a shabby dress out of a box and putting it on the girl, making me see that, from that moment on, she was my responsibility.

“(Y/N),” she said, just before walking out the door.

“Excuse me?” I asked, glancing at the unconscious girl.

“That was her name,” the woman murmured, looking at one of the papers. “(Y/N), 22 years old, villager…” she read, before tearing the paper with contempt and a sinister smile. “But I suppose you can name her whatever you like, she's yours now.”

“T-Thank you Mother,” I said unsure, before leaving the laboratory.

I was never used to gifts. In another time a gift used to be different; my doll Angie, a dress, new shoes… Certainly nothing that had to do with the girl I was carrying in my arms.

Loneliness always accompanied me. My parents, my sister made the days much more bearable for me, a girl with complexes about her appearance, a weirdo in a strange village. But if I ever had the illusion of living a normal life, that disappeared the day my world fell apart.

One by one, they all disappeared. My sister succumbed to her illness, my parents decided to throw themselves off the cliff… Did they ever care about me? They left me even more alone, almost as if I had jumped too, almost as if I had ceased to exist.

Maybe for a moment I thought that this was the best; to leave this world, to end it all, to make the Beneviento family disappear completely. It was a fleeting thought, but one that came back to me every time my sick mind reminded me how pathetic I was, how alone I was.

I never believed in the Black Gods, they never listened to my prayers, my pleas. I had nothing left, I owed them nothing. But, like a miracle I didn’t call upon, they seemed to hear my cries of pain, my madness.

Mother Miranda came, just before I ended my life, and offered me a gift. She offered me the family I had lost, to be someone important, to be something. In my agony I reached out my hand to her, wishing with all my might to be free of the poison I ingested, to give myself a second chance.

The gift of the Gods turned out to be much more terrible than I believed. The scar on my face, my useless eye, disappeared to give way to a horrible abscess that covered part of my face. My body changed, being manipulated by the Gods, giving me things I never asked for.

When I woke up, I was no longer Donna Beneviento, but Lady Beneviento, daughter of Mother Miranda, Lord of the village.

 It didn't take long for me to discover my powers, to know that I could finally instill fear in all those who once laughed at me. The changes and my deformity ceased to matter for a while, I enjoyed what the Gods gave me, I rejoiced in the pain I could cause to whomever I wanted.

My loneliness didn't disappear, but Miranda's gift could do many more things than I thought and so, Angie was born, the doll my father gave me was now my only company. She lived, she spoke, she was part of me. I thought I would finally stop being alone, but it wasn't true.

Making dolls and attending meetings with my siblings became routine for many, too many years.

Maybe I should thank Mother Miranda and the Gods, for that very different gift, that beautiful girl who rested in my arms. She was a monster, but so was I. I wondered if she ever felt the same as me.

“Let me get this straight, I mean, Mother Miranda does her experiments, and the ones that don't work for her are for us? Do we look like garbage cans?” Angie said, while I slowly placed the young girl on the bed in the guest room.

“Angie…” I whispered annoyed, covering the girl with the sheets. “It's a gift, don't be ungrateful.”

“Blah, blah, blah,” the doll mocked, jumping on the bed. “Here, my daughter, a vârcolac to keep you company, don't forget to take it out 3 times a day …”

“Will you shut up?” I protested, removing the veil from my face and blinking nervously. “She can be very useful.”

“Especially for you, right? I've seen the way you look at her,” the doll rebuked me, making me frown as I caressed that silky hair. “Listen to me, my Donna, she's dangerous.”

“I can control her,” I affirmed, I couldn't tell if as a response, or it was to myself. “Stop complaining.”

“Ugh,” the puppet protested, shaking her head. “This is a mistake, silly Donna, you'll see when...”

“W-What...” a hoarse, dark voice made us both look at the young woman, who squeezed her eyes shut, moving slowly.

I got up from the bed abruptly, studying each of her movements with caution. Angie was right, the look of that creature was still in my mind, as well as those growls were still in my ears.

“Shit, she's woken up…” Angie said, getting out of bed and hiding behind me again.

“What's going on?” the young woman's voice cleared and her frightened gaze locked with mine. No matter how hard I looked, there was no trace of that fury, of that creature.

The girl gasped not looking away from me, and backed away in bed, putting her knees to her chest.

“What now, huh?” Angie mocked, whispering.

The truth is that I hadn't thought about how to react.

“Y-You know… do you know where you are?” I asked, clearing my throat, cautiously, approaching little by little.

“Brilliant, Donna,” Angie mocked, causing me to move my arm back, to see if I could give her a warning blow.

The girl looked at me with dark eyes and slowly shook her head. Her whole body was shaking with fear, she was terrified and I… I didn't know what to do.

“Your name, do you know what your name is?” I asked in a more relaxed voice, the complete opposite of my heart, which was beating too fast.

The girl shook her head again, making a gesture of pain, looking at her hands.

“B-Blood… there, there's blood everywhere… I have to kill… I have to… No!” she stammered, gripping the sheets tightly. “I don't have to… I have to…”

“Hey, calm down, listen, I…” I interrupted, coming closer to hold her wrists, which she was shaking exaggeratedly.

“N-No, I just, I only see blood and death, just… just… you,” the girl said, stopping suddenly, looking at me scared. “I-I know you… I-I know who you are. Four Houses that dominate the village, at the service of the Gods…” she began to ramble, moving back and forth quickly, as if she were in a trance. “In life and in death… we give glory… Mother Miranda!”

“Hey, come on,” I said, trying to calm her down, without success. “Ascoltami…”

“Don’t… don’t… don’t touch me… A valley of mist, from where no one ever returns…” she continued murmuring, fleeing from my attempts to get closer. Maybe Angie was right.

“Stay still!” I yelled, losing my nerve, which made the young woman back away even more, terribly scared, covering herself completely with the sheets. “Cavolo!”

“Ugh, I see that your social skills are still as poor as ever, Donna,” Angie whispered, gaining enough courage to climb onto the bed again, walking towards the lump and knocking on it as if she were knocking on the door. “Knock, knock, weird girl.”

“N-No…” the young woman murmured.

“It's me, your friend Angie! The magnificent Angie! Don't you want to meet me? I'm a talking doll…” the puppet insisted as I slowly moved away, looking at the scene with curiosity.

“A… doll…?” she whispered peeking her head out from under the sheet slowly, looking at Angie with curiosity as the doll moved her hand in greeting.

“That's better, it's rude not to look at who's talking to you, you know?” the doll said, looking at me with a mocking gesture. “Don't pay attention to this silly Donna... she scared you, didn't she?”

The girl nodded, looking at me out of the corner of her eye, panic shining in her face.

“Forgive her, she can't help it, she has a very bad temper,” Angie whispered in her ear, making me sigh and cross my arms.

“Angie...” I hissed threateningly, catching the girl's attention again.

“Don't pay attention to her,” the doll said, sitting next to the girl, who seemed a little more relaxed. “Tell me, girl, do you have a name?”

“Yes... no... I don't know,” she answered, bringing her knees to her chest again. “This isn't a cage... am I not in a cage?”

“No, silly, you're at home, with us, we're your new owners, what do you think?” Angie asked, with her hands on her hips.

“Home...” the girl repeated, putting a hand on her belly. “My stomach hurts.”

“Are you hungry?” I asked in a soft whisper, trying not to lose my nerves.

She looked at me, but quickly looked away, as if she were afraid of me. Unfortunately, it didn’t surprise me.

“Oh, I'm sure you are,” the doll said. “Do you know that my Donna cooks very well?”

The girl didn’t move, she simply looked at me briefly again.

“I'm hungry,” she said, nodding.

“Oh, you heard it, silly Donna, go to make her something to eat,” she ordered, making me frown .“Come on, let's go.”

I snorted, clenched my fists, and resigned myself, leaving the room quickly, slamming the door. I really had no other choice. That girl was completely terrified, and I… and my appearance, didn’t help.

For some reason, Angie seemed to calm her down, so I decided to ignore my failure and, for once, obey the doll. I cooked, trying to calm myself down, repeating the same question over and over again: had it been a good idea?

“(Y/N), doesn't that name mean anything to you?” I heard Angie say as I entered the room with the food.

“Yes, I think so,” she answered, with a much more relaxed posture, without taking her eyes off the puppet.

“Of course, because it's your name, silly, (Y/N), do you like it? I can think of another one…” Angie joked, as I left the tray on the table. “Oh, dinner, eat, silly, eat.”

“I like (Y/N),” the girl said, getting a little closer to the food. “T-This doesn't smell like blood… it smells… good…” she commented, as I helped her put the tray on her lap. “Angie says you don't want to hurt me,” she told me directly, to which I sighed, shaking my head.

“Right,” I answered coldly. “As long as you behave,” I whispered afterwards, making it clear who I am. I’m a Lord, not a babysitter.

“I don't know what I have to do,” she murmured, unable to hold my gaze for more than three seconds. “I'm scared.”

“Easy, you're the new guard dog,” the doll said, to which I closed my eye and shook my head.

“Angie…” I sighed annoyed.

“G-Guard dog,” (Y/N) murmured while eating, letting me see something precious, something I would always remember: her smile. “It's delicious, did you make it?”

I nodded, smiling back, not at her words, but at her beauty, an overwhelming and mysterious beauty that made me shudder.

“Your duty is to protect the estate, to protect us, do you understand?” I insisted, making her smile fade. “Tell me you understand, (Y/N).”

“Y-Yes…” (Y/N) sighed, devouring the rest of the food. “I’m strong, I tear, I devour, I…” she murmured erratically again, putting her hands on her head. “I-It hurts…”

“Oh, yes, you are very strong,” Angie said, putting a wooden hand on her shoulder. “You like Donna's food, huh?”

She nodded with a tender smile, looking at me out of the corner of her eye.

“It's better than animals,” the young woman said, with a different glow on her face. “There's no blood, no…”

“Well, behave and Donna will make more food for you, okay?” the doll said, extending her hand towards the girl. “It's a deal, right?”

The girl hesitated, but finally shook the doll's hand, thus beginning a very strange time in my life, in our lives.

Mother Miranda's experiments on (Y/N) took their toll on her. She barely had any memories of her past, only small fragments that appeared from time to time. Her mind had been corrupted by the instincts of the creature she had become, but it was impossible not to see humanity in her gaze.

I tried to communicate with her several times, but without success. I assumed that deep down, she remembered who I was; she knew I was dangerous. I didn't give it any importance. Nothing in the world could make me forget about my dolls, about my lonely routine.

Who am I kidding… everything was different in the house. Nothing could be the same with that girl walking, exploring, spending time with Angie.

(Y/N) was withdrawn, extremely shy, but the doll seemed to like her enough to make her smile. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous of Angie. Those smiles had to be mine; she was mine, after all.

She ate, slept, read, played with Angie... that's how she spent the time. Of course, I didn't want to scare her and I didn't want to make her nervous. I knew that if I did, the vârcolac inside her would wake up.

After a few quiet weeks, I began to doubt her usefulness; I began to think that instead of protecting myself, I was protecting her.

I’m a Lord, I can protect myself, I didn't need a failed experiment to do it for me, or so I repeated to myself every night. But when I closed my eyes, I could only see her face, her smile... Any thought that involved getting rid of her disappeared with the light of her gaze, with the forced innocence she gave off with every step, with every question.

“What are you thinking, Donna?” I said to myself, daydreaming again, thinking about her, about (Y/N), about the beautiful girl who lived with me, and who seemed so unattainable.

I don't even know why she seemed unattainable to me… she was mine…

“Donna, Donna!” a screech pulled me out of my dolls, Angie.

The puppet came running to the workshop, annoyingly pulling at my dress, in panic.

“Cazzo,” I swore, dropping the needle and thread and pulling the doll away from my clothes. “Angie, basta!”

“You have to come quickly, Donna, intruders, intruders in the house” the doll said, gesturing for me to pick her up.

“Intruders? What about (Y/N)?” I asked, quickly getting up from the chair and running to the elevator.

“See for yourself,” the puppet said.

When I got to the top, already covered with my black veil, there she was, (Y/N), with her hands raised. In front of her, two men from the village, pointing a shotgun at the young woman.

“I repeat, weirdo, it's not you we're after,” one of them said. “Where's Beneviento?”

“Y-You can't hurt Donna, she's nice to me, she takes care of me,” (Y/N) answered.

“You shitty guard,” Angie commented, while I hid behind a wall. For some reason, I was very curious to know how it all ended.

“Nice?” the man with the shotgun said, laughing mockingly. “Who are you, her little whore?”

“I'm the guard dog,” (Y/N) hissed, lowering her hands and kicking the floor.

A laugh bounced off the walls, the two men laughed amused at the young woman's submissive attitude.

“Oddio…” I wailed, ready to intervene.

“You? Oh, how scary…” one of the men continued mockingly. “Come on, get out of the way, weirdo.”

“You're not going to hurt Donna,” the young woman growled, her gaze darkening, her breathing quickening.

“Oh, wait, wait,” Angie indicated, leaning over the wall. “This is getting interesting.”

“You can't hurt her!” (Y/N) shrieked, her voice changing until it sounded like a furious roar.

The convulsions weren’t long in coming and, with them the familiar sound of clothes tearing, the monster's fur hiding its soft skin. The vârcolac inside her emerged, hiding her beauty, turning her into a monster that made the guests pale.

“Shit,” one of them said, throwing away the gun and running towards the door, followed by his companion.

The creature growled again, before walking quickly, chasing them towards the exit. I couldn't see what happened, only screams of agony and pleadings could be heard in the distance.

 Shortly after, the mutated wolf returned, its fur covered in blood and a murderous look.

“Donna, do something... she's going to eat us,” Angie told me, while I came out of the wall and slowly approached, ready to act, to give her back her beauty.

Luckily, it wasn't necessary. The creature convulsed again, falling to the floor, turning into that beautiful young woman, the naked young woman I met weeks ago.

“(Y/N),” I said, bending down to check that she hadn't been hurt. “Tutto bene?”

The girl smiled slowly, looking at me out of the corner of her eye as she caught her breath.

“I-I don't understand,” she said in a tender voice, pushing away the monster inside her. “You always talk weird.”

“Weird?” I asked, smiling too, shaking my head. “Um, I... have they hurt you, (Y/N)?”

“N-no,” she answered, looking at her naked body. “They're gone... I made them fall off the cliff... they wanted to hurt you,” she explained, getting nervous.

“They haven't, thanks to you,” I said, reassuring her with my voice, helping her up.

“Have I been good?” the girl asked expectantly, which made me look at Angie strangely.

 The doll, simply, shrugged.

“Yes, of course, (Y/N), you have protected me,” I affirmed, checking that she wasn’t really hurt. “Well done.”

“Great,” she said with a radiant smile, jumping for joy. “Have you seen me, Angie?”

“I have,” the doll said, nodding slowly. “You have earned your dinner, (Y/N).”

“Yes,” she whispered with another jump, expecting something from me, something that I didn’t understand. “So… will you continue to be nice to me? To take care of me?”

“Um, um, I…” I stammered, still not understanding her insecure and strange behavior, but finding it cute in its own way. “Of course, (Y/N), you are part of the family.”

“Family…” (Y/N) sighed, looking around. “Family? You mean…? You say that I…? I have a family? Am I your family?”

“Um yeah, sure,” I said without really knowing why, before (Y/N) pounced on me, wrapping her arms around me, pressing her head against my chest. “L-Lasciami…” I protested at the discomfort of her naked body hugging me, moving my hands away so as not to make contact with her skin, something too tempting.

“I always wanted a family,” she murmured in a sweet voice, not letting me go despite my resistance.

“Basta, basta…” I insisted, grabbing her wrists.

“Mm, I like when you talk weird,” the girl sighed, ignoring my attempts to push her away, hugging me even tighter.

“Okay, let me go,” I said in a more authoritative voice.

She finally pulled away after one last squeeze, putting on an innocent look, playing with her ankle on the floor.

“Gods… Go get dressed, will you?” I ordered her, looking away from her nakedness, something complicated, too complicated.

“I'm fine,” she said, shrugging. “I'm fine because I've made you happy.”

“You have to put some clothes on, do you hear me? You shouldn’t be naked” I told her, covering my eye with my hand to avoid looking at her curves, some attractive ones, ones in which I could lose myself forever.

“If that's what you want, I'll do it,” (Y/N) said excitedly, comically running to her room.

I sighed in relief at losing sight of her beauty, and relaxed my body, at least until I saw evil eyes watching me with interest.

“What?” I asked Angie, who didn't look away.

“Oh, oh, oh…” the doll mocked, walking around me. “You seem to like the girl a lot, huh?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked shaking my head, pretending that nothing was happening, that my heart wasn't beating too fast.

“Come on, Donna, you can't lie to me. You like the girl, just say it,” Angie said, pulling at my dress.

“Mm, she's nice, and beautiful, but that doesn't mean anything,” I admitted without problem with a slightly arrogant tone.

“Oh, sure, sure… what's that?” the doll asked, pointing at my dress, slightly deformed by a treacherous erection.

“Cazzo,” I protested, hiding my arousal as best I could. “It's just that... I... It was by accident... it's not every day that a naked girl hugs you, you know? But... but what am I doing giving explanations to my doll?” I asked again, fleeing from her words and accusations. “I'm going to the workshop and you... you should stop making stupid insinuations, is that clear?”

I could try to fool Angie, but I couldn't fool myself. I definitely liked that girl. I felt something about her that I thought I would never feel.

Love was something I had long forgotten about. I wasn't capable of feeling it, I wasn't capable of loving, or so I thought.

Even when Alcina offered me a maid to vent, I couldn't get anything but just physical pleasure. No one could ever love me, I couldn't ever love anyone, but then (Y/N) appeared: a wounded girl, her mind shattered by Mother Miranda's experiments, a girl who longed for a home, a purpose; a kind, captivating, innocent girl...

I couldn't feel that way, I felt bad for doing it, for starting to stop imagining nonexistent girls when I masturbated, and start thinking about her. I knew it was wrong, that I was taking advantage of her innocence, but I couldn't feel guilty for loving, for igniting something in my heart that I thought would never come back.

That incident with the intruders made things worse. (Y/N) began to lose the fear she had left, approaching me when I was in the workshop, asking me about my dolls, about the food I prepared for her, about the strange language she liked so much.

It was as if, knowing her purpose, knowing that she finally had a family, something inside her had been unlocked.

It was very difficult not to feel sorry for her, but it was even harder to separate myself from her warmth, from her innocent displays of affection, which, little by little, became an addiction for me.

“That's it... slowly... it's almost done,” I whispered in a patient tone, sitting on the sofa next to (Y/N), who insisted on learning to sew. I couldn't refuse her, I couldn't deny her anything.

“Today I remembered something again,” she commented, with a comical face of concentration while she embroidered on the fabric. “I remember running with an apple in my hand… I remember being very hungry.”

“That's over, (Y/N),” I said with a serious tone, placing her hands in the correct position. “You're with me now.”

“When… when I remember those bad things… I think about you and it goes away… do you have those powers?” she asked innocently, giving a last stitch to the embroidery.

“Mm, I guess I haven’t,” I said laughing tenderly, being watched by Angie, who made fun of me with exaggerated gestures. “But I'm glad you think that way… Mm… fammi dare un' occhiata…” I murmured, taking the piece of fabric,

“You've spoken weird again,” (Y/N) commented, her cheeks blushing. “Can you teach me?”

“Mm, do you want to learn Italian?” I asked, going over the seams with my fingers.

“That way I could talk weird like you,” she said with that penetrating, innocent voice, leaning over my shoulder to look at her work. “W-Well, how did I do it? I-It's my name, see? Just like you told me.”

“Mm,” I murmured with a smile, handing her the fabric back. “Not bad at all, (Y/N), soon you'll be able to help me with the dolls, what do you think?”

“Oh, really? I'd like that,” the girl said enthusiastically, smiling and hugging me again. I never got used to her hugs. “I want to help you”

I smiled again, letting my hand travel to her head, placing a lock of hair behind her ear and sighing in a melancholic way.

She smiled back at me and did something… something I didn't expect. She quickly placed her lips on mine. I couldn't tell if it was a mistake or if it really was a kiss. What I do know is that I was completely paralyzed.

“(Y/N),” I managed to say after a few seconds of silence.

“Did it bother you?” she asked, shyly moving away. “I wanted to show you some gratitude and… affection, just like in that movie we watched to the other night, remember? The boy and the girl kissed and… well, I wanted to know how it felt.”

“So, how does it feel?” I asked in a low tone, moving away from the temptation to take her right there.

“It feels good…” she sighed. “I want to do it again, would you like that?”

“Of course she would like that, silly girl!” Angie added, yelling shrilly and killing the moment.

“Angie!” I protested. “Fuori!”

I couldn't continue complaining, as the young woman brought my face back to hers, kissing me again, letting herself be carried away by my clumsy but sure movements, caressing my lips with hers, my hands traveling along her neck, warming up the atmosphere.

“Donna, I like to kiss you,” (Y/N) said as she pulled away, biting her lip, losing a little of that innocent look. “I feel good when I do it... could I do it more times?”

“Um...” I murmured confused, with my breathing agitated and the heat rising through my body. “Yes, yes of course, as many times as you want, tesoro...”

I couldn't tell if it was simple affection or if that girl, miraculously, felt something for me. I didn't want to give it too much thought, I had what I wanted.

Her kisses, her caresses were heaven, there was no trace of that disgusting vârcolac in her eyes, there was no monster inside her, only love, affection; I don't know how to call it.

That exploration of physical contact increased, becoming a habit in each of our encounters. Doubt killed me, guilt tormented me. Was I really taking advantage of her? I didn't know, I didn't want to know, and unfortunately, I stopped caring.

The nights changed, they stopped being cold and lonely. Her body hugged mine in my bed, innocently, not wanting to break that mysterious magic that surrounded our relationship, whatever it was.

I was afraid to ask, to tell her that I loved her, that I wanted her to stop calling herself "guard dog." I wanted her for myself, only for myself, to love like I had never done before, to take her, hug her, caress her... to have her by my side.

I didn't know if there was something, but I did feel it. She was mine and I... I was hers. Somehow I knew it, I knew there was that something between us, that thing I longed for so much and that I never dared to ask.

They were the best months of my life, but I knew that sooner or later there would be some kind of problem and that one, in particular, had a name and surname: Alcina Dimitrescu.

“Here you go, dear,” the lady of the castle whispered, placing a cup of tea in front of (Y/N), during an almost obligatory visit to the castle.

Of course, the rumor of the vârcolac-girl who lived with me spread quickly and I couldn't stop my sister from wanting to meet her.

“Oh, for me? Thank you,” (Y/N) sighed, doing something I will never forget.

She got up from the armchair, throwing herself into my sister's arms, hugging her quickly, just as she did with me. Anger began to invade me silently and even more so when I saw Alcina's mischievous smile and a look that made me tremble.

“Oh, how effusive,” the lady in white said, returning my girl's hug, with a tender smile. “You're lovely, aren't you?”

“Donna says I am,” (Y/N) answered, sitting down next to me again, playing erratically with my fingers.

“Mm, I see… so tell me, Donna, do you think you'd let her spend some time with us? We also need a guard dog…” Alcina murmured in a seductive voice, as if she was laughing at me. Nobody laughs at me.

“Here, in the castle?” my girl asked. “Whoa… would you take care of me too?”

“Oh, of course,” my sister answered, making me stand up abruptly, pulling the young woman's hand, forcing her to stand up again. “Donna, dear, what's wrong?”

“We're leaving,” I growled furiously, feeling how little by little I was losing control. But I wouldn't do it in front of my sister, not at all.

“Now?” (Y/N) asked, being dragged by my abrupt steps. “G-Goodbye, Alcina.”

I didn't want to hear an answer. I only heard a sinister laugh as I walked back to the mansion. Normally (Y/N) and I would take little walks around the grounds, holding hands, I loved that… But this time my steps were fast and (Y/N)'s breathing seemed to fail her.

Once in the house, I pushed the poor girl inside, slamming the door.

“Donna? What's wrong?” she asked, looking for Angie with her eyes.

“Yes, Donna, what's wrong with you? I was going to play poker with the girls and…” the doll complained, crossing her arms.

“Fuori! Get out of my sight, Angie!” I shouted furiously, eaten away by sudden jealousy, losing my mind, letting madness take over me.

“Donna, why are you shouting? Are the voices in your head hurting you again?” (Y/N) asked, putting a hand on my shoulder, one that I pushed away with a growl.

“No…” I sighed, laughing nervously. “No, (Y/N), you hurt me,” I said, pointing at her unpleasantly.

“Have I done something wrong? Have I not been good?” the girl asked with a sad look, like a child who is being scolded.

“No, (Y/N) you haven’t been good,” I said with a sinister smile, one that I regret, grabbing the scared (Y/N) by the collar of her dress. “What do you think you are?! Huh!? Who do you think you are to flirt with my sister?”

“What?” she asked, grabbing my wrists.

“Cazzo…” I growled, pushing her away and releasing her from my grip. “Listen to me, silly girl, you… you are mine, do you understand? Mine! And I won’t tolerate you being seduced by anyone, do you hear me? No one can touch what is mine!”

“Seduce?”

“Don't play dumb with me, bitch, why did you hug her?” I asked furiously, holding back my dominant instinct, my desire to slap her and claim her body roughly.

“The tall lady? I wanted, I wanted to show her some gratitude and… I-I'm not a bitch,” she said, defending herself clumsily, lowering her head.

“You seem like one, (Y/N),” I hissed, with a cold, dominant look, completely out of my mind. “You only have to show affection to me, to me! To no one else, is that clear? To no one else!”

“Donna, relax,” Angie whispered, hidden behind a piece of furniture. “You're losing your mind again…”

“Taci!”

“Have I been naughty?” (Y/N) asked again, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I didn't want to be naughty, I didn't know that…”

I sighed, calming down a little and clenching my fists on either side of my hips, moving closer to her, hoping, praying that she wouldn't back down, that my madness hadn't scared her away again.

“I know, you're a good girl, aren't you?” I whispered, caressing her cheek with my trembling hands, repressing my anger as much as I could, thinking of a solution, thinking of what I could do to make her mine.

“Yes, I'm good,” she said, sobbing and shaking at my touch, a horrible sight I didn't want to see. “I'll never hug anyone else, I promise.”

“Mm, you're mine, right?” I asked, darkening my voice, moving closer. “Is that what you want, (Y/N)?”

“Y-Yes, I want to be yours, only yours,” the girl repeated. “With you I’m happy, with you I feel… I feel things… and… I think, I think I love you, Donna.”

“Oh, bella, I love you too,” I sighed, happy to have heard those words, but with my sister's gaze still in my mind, with jealousy still attacking my conscience. “We can't let anyone separate us.”

I knew what I was doing, I knew I was playing with her mind, manipulating her will, but I couldn't do anything else, I needed her, I loved her, she had to be mine, and everyone should know it.

“We can’t, Donna,” she said, closing her eyes due to my caresses.

I could brand her with a hot iron, I could tattoo my name on her, I could force her to always be by my side, tie her with a leash like a good dog but… no. None of those ideas convinced me. I had to do something.

(Y/N) was the best thing that had ever happened to me, Mother Miranda gave her to me, only me.

My siblings were like vultures, they were selfish… they always wanted everything for themselves but… but maybe there was a way, a way to mark her forever, to let every last stupid villager know that she was and would always be mine.

“Vieni,” I whispered, grabbing her wrist, pulling her weak body towards the elevator.

“Are you going to punish me?” she asked scared as we went down to the basement.

No, she couldn't make me feel guilty, so I silenced her with a deep kiss.

“So you're not angry anymore?” (Y/N) asked with a new, special smile, letting my hand guide hers.

“No,” I said dryly, entering the bedroom and taking a breath. I had wanted to do that for so long…

To take her innocence, to claim her body, and also to make it clear to this whole damn village that (Y/N) was, and would be mine forever. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea.

“Get naked,” I ordered her, moving away, giving her some room.

I expected a refusal, a hesitation, but there was none of that. (Y/N) nodded immediately, beginning to untie her dress clumsily.

“I thought you didn’t like seeing me naked,” she commented, getting rid of the last remaining piece of clothing.

“Nonsense, your body is beautiful,” I said, repressing the erratic blinking of my eye, a sign that my madness hadn’t dissipated yet. Not that I wanted it to dissipate, either. “On the bed, lie down.”

“Is it some kind of game?” the girl asked innocently, almost tenderly, obeying without asking, without complaining.

“Mm, maybe,” I said with a satisfied smile, discreetly stimulating myself over the dress, undoing the buttons on the top with my free hand. “Be still, mm?”

“Now you're naked too,” (Y/N) joked when the clothes disappeared from my body and I approached slowly, gently stimulating my erection.

Not wanting to hear her innocence once again, I kissed her, kissed her deeply, letting myself fall on top of her naked body, caressing her skin with mine, my hands traveling through all those corners that I had wanted to visit for a long time.

She laughed with every kiss on her neck, every time my fingers gently squeezed her nipples, every time our breasts brushed, every time my skin became hot with hers. Her shy and innocent hands began to explore my paleness, curiously, discreetly.

I smiled with satisfaction, regretting not having tried it before. But a much darker purpose dominated our first time. Things were as they were, and (Y/N) would be mine forever.

“Spread your legs, (Y/N),” I ordered, helping her obey with my hands, contemplating the moisture that my actions caused on her body, the reaction that my kisses, my… affection caused.

“Okay…” she hummed, gasping in surprise when my fingers ran slowly through her folds. “What you're doing… It feels… good…”

Her expressions excited me even more. (Y/N) closed her eyes, writhing when I began to form circles on her clit, when the tip of my fingers slowly reached her entrance.

“More, more please, Donna,” she begged, scratching my back, moaning in pleasure at this new sensation, something that made me smile and decide that now wasn’t the time to play.

“More? Va bene… look at me, (Y/N),” I said, removing my hand and guiding her face to mine. “Look at me while I make you mine, tesoro.”

She obeyed expectantly as I positioned my trembling shaft in her wetness, playing with her folds, smearing myself with her essence before slowly inserting the tip, something that twisted her face and forced her to move away.

“Ah, Donna, it hurts…” (Y/N) complained with a pitiful look.

I sighed, nodding, pretending that I understood her pain, that I would be patient. I didn't know how long I could resist taking her hard.

“I know, tesoro, hold on a little, okay?” I whispered in her ear, covering her beautiful face with my kisses, distracting her from the discomfort of losing her innocence.

I moaned uncontrollably when I was completely inside her, when I felt her body stretching for me, only for me. She was so tight and so wet… I thought I would lose my mind even more.

“W-Wait… this… this feels even better…” the girl moaned, relieved because the pain had passed, placing her body in a more comfortable position. “I want more.”

“Mm,” I murmured, starting to move my hips, sliding along her walls comfortably, following the rhythm of her moans, of her body reacting to my erection inside her.

The moans became unpredictable and my hands scratched her skin. The subtlety disappeared when her legs wrapped around my waist, when her body pulled mine deeper, further inside.

“More, more!” the young woman shrieked, adapting too well to my frenetic pace, taking everything, trapping me in her wetness in an irresistible way. “More!”

“Così bagnata…” I growled raising her legs, grabbing them as my hips rammed into her, while my gaze was lost in her gestures, in her body trembling with pleasure. “Sei mia, (Y/N)”

“Donna, I, I feel…” she gasped, trapping my erection even more between her walls, stimulating it with terribly pleasurable movements while her body tensed, releasing itself with a scream that surely even Alcina would have heard. I wish she have.

“Cazzo…” I growled, not losing that stimulation while her body relaxed, being on the edge, about to make her completely mine forever. “Sto… sto… sto per venire!”

Not wanting to hold out any longer, I released myself inside her, letting my seed settle on her body, my heat flooding her walls while sweat soaked my back.

Wanting to make sure I got what I wanted, I didn't pull out. I stayed inside her, my cock bathed in our release, feeling the warmth, the comfort of knowing she would be mine forever.

“It was so funny,” (Y/N) said, kissing me boldly, sighing and letting herself fall completely onto the bed. “Can we do it again? Come on, please, again,” she begged, moving away from me and joining her hands.

“Um... w-well... wait a bit, will you?” I said, laughing nervously, trying to catch my breath. “I'm not a machine, I need a moment.”

“Damn,” she protested pouting, lying down exhausted.

I settled down next to her, kissing her softly, letting her head rest on my chest, our sweat mixing.

“(Y/N),” I said, moving her shoulders as she was falling asleep. “You’ve been a good girl, you know? You've taken it so well…”

“Mm… I’m a good girl…” she repeated sleepily. “I love you, Donna.”

I laughed, kissing her hair, but looking away. I wondered if she really knew what the consequences were, what my intentions were.

“Now we have to wait, (Y/N). If I haven't succeeded, I'll keep trying. I won't stop until I get you pregnant,” I whispered in a dark voice, but trying not to scare her.

“Oh, um, a baby?” she asked, opening her eyes wide. “That makes sense. That way everyone will know I'm yours, right?”

“You're a smart girl,” I laughed satisfied, kissing her softly. “Yes, amore mio, you will carry my child and everyone will see how beautiful you are with my baby growing inside you…”

“It's great,” the girl sighed, making me frown. I certainly didn't expect that reaction, not at all. “We can finally be a real family…”

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How would NRC (only 18+ characters) react to their fem s/o texting them "Come here, I'm horny"?

I'm so sorry these are so short. Your girls getting a bit burnt out as of late for some reason. Anyways, I hope you like them <33

Warnings: MDNI, fem reader, suggestive but not really smutty, mentions of boners.

Request: Yes.

Words: 1,130.

Trey Clover

Trey was working on frosting a cake with Riddle when he received the text from you. And thankfully Riddle was short because he damn near choked at the message. A blunt, “Come. I'm horny." Was all you had sent.

However, catering to your needs, he let Riddle know something important had come up and he had to go tend to a leak in your roof. Riddle of course sensing the urgency had nodded with a simple; “Go, I can manage the frosting." Trey felt no remorse for fibbing to his friend and dorm leader, and went off to find you at Ramshackle.

Entering the broken down household he smiled gingerly over at you. "You needed me, peach? Go and lay back on the bed. I'll take care of you."

Cater Diamond

Cater was at the Light Music club when you texted him, and just in case it was urgent or some spicy drama from magicam had checked his phone right away. It was spicy, just in a way he hadn't thought it'd be. His face slowly flushed a red, gaining the attention of Kalim, who had asked if he was okay.

Cater cleared his throat, nodding. “Uh… Yes! Ah haha, I'm okay! Sorry, I just got distracted there for a minute.” While Kalim was none the wiser, the old fae on the other hand, was.

After he finished the club Cater quickly made his way to your dorm, shoving open your door he crawled over you, leaning down to press a searing kiss against you. “Hahh.. Babydoll, you can't just text me like that out of the blue!”

Leona Kingscholar

You really think this man was anywhere but napping?

He was less than amused to stir awake from his phone going off, alerting him of a text message. And for a moment he wasn't going to even answer it, rather he'd just roll over and go back to bed but something prompted him to pick up that phone and boy was he glad he did.

A smirk formed across his face and he texted back a simple “Omw" before rolling out of bed, hair messy and clothes disheveled before making his way to your dorm. He was there in record time, falling across your bed and grasping your hips to make you straddle him. Yeah, some pussy was definitely better than sleeping.

“Feeling like a whore? Then sit on this cock and take it like a good girl."

Vil Schoenheit

He was at a photoshoot when you texted him. He'd frowned slightly at your blunt order but underneath was particularly amused. His little potato needed him?

"You're going to have to wait, lovely. Photoshoot is almost over.” He could almost feel the way your lips puckered into a pout on the other side of the phone as he got back into position for another photo after his short break. Thirty minutes later he was leaving the photoshoot.

And fifty minutes later he was coming into your dorm room, sliding off his shoes and over coat before leaning over you on the bed, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. “I'm sorry for being so long. Let me make it up to you, potato.” He dragged your hand up his leg onto the crotch of his pants, before moving to straddle you.

Rook Hunt

Was enjoying nature up in a tree when his phone buzzed in his pocket. On pulling it out and seeing your text message, you received back a slur of French, with a few heart Emojis after them. “English, Rook." His lips quirked at your sass. “On my way as we speak, Mon amour." He texted back, pocketing his phone before climbing down the tree.

Fast on his feet and in the area, Rook arrived at Ramshackle within five minutes. He hung his coat on the coat wrack and took off his shoes before padding up to your room.

“My petite amour, I have arrived.” He cupped your face, pressing light kisses against your chin and jaw. "Do tell me which part of me you crave first, Mon lapin.”

Idia Shroud

Thankfully Idia was in his room like always when he received your text. Instant red face. (And instant Idia jr peaking up but we don't talk about that) Almost thought you were tweaking or had text the wrong person, despite being your lover. However after getting his shit together he texts you back.

“Can you come here? I.. Might be in a predicament where I am unable to leave my room for a while."

When you came to his dorm instead of the other way around he had a pillow over his lap and his face and hair were both a light red in color. Grasping onto the pillow you pulled it off and crawled onto his bed after shutting and locking his door. Idia’s hands found purchase on your hips, pulling you down to straddle him. “Eheheh.. You have no idea how long I've waited for this." He grinned against your throat, before biting down on your shoulder to leave a hickey.

Malleus Draconia

Remains stone faced despite the very obvious tent rising in his trousers. If his tail were to be out it would've been wagging in slight excitement. Out of everyone, you might just be the only person to be able to boss around and command the prince of briar valley.

“You wish to mate with me? I will be over immediately, child of man." It takes him a moment to answer you. Not because he didn't see the message but because he still doesn't know how to use a phone that well still. Please be patient, he is very happy.

Appears outside your dorm as soon as he texts you back, eagerly knocking on your door in a beckon for you to let him in. As soon as you open the door he is grabbing you by the hips, guiding you against him. “My dearest peony, do feel free to seek me out everytime you have these feelings. I will be more than obliged to assist you.”

Lilia Vanrogue

Doesn't even answer your message. He was in history and then all of a sudden he was floating upside down in front of you. An amused look was on his face though despite the little grin his eyes were foggy with lust.

“Oh my what do we have here? Couldn't even keep your hands out of your panties in the short time it took me to get here? Fufufu~ let's have a look now, hmm?"

Lilia eagerly slots himself between your legs like he's always belonged there, nibbling and nipping at your legs as he makes his way up. “You taste exquisite, and I haven't even gotten to the main course yet.”

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pairing: senku x f!reader

chapter 1 of 2/2-i.senku series

a/n: the next chapters are gonna be flashbacks until the story is back to the present!!

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Standing in the village cemetery among the gravestones, Ruri and Senku shared a moment of quiet reflection. "I wanted to ask; the reason you requested a divorce immediately after becoming chief is that you already have someone waiting for you, right?" she asked softly.

"She was mentioned in the hundredth tale," Senku replied, his hand twitching at the thought. "Correct?" Ruri's silence answered this.

"That's right. I'm not surprised my father included her in the hundredth tale; he was rather fond of her." Ruri noticed how tense he became at the mention of this girl.

"... You didn't say a word about her when I became chief. The rules stated that to participate in the Grand Bout, you needed to be over 14 and unmarried," he pointed out.

The blonde girl smiled knowingly. "I thought it was best to leave out that small detail," she chuckled, glancing up at the stars. "... That you already have a wife."

Senku looked at her in disbelief. "I don't—" He paused, then sighed. "... Yes, I have a wife," he admitted, though it sounded forced. "You mentioned that she's in the hundredth tale; what is her story?"

"Sleeping Beauty," Ruri began, prompting a visible cringe from Senku. 'Of course, my old man would think of something like that,' he thought.

"Before the princess became Sleeping Beauty, she lived a peaceful life. She had family, friends, and a lover. But at the age of 16, her health deteriorated. She was supposed to get better, but one day, she fell asleep and never woke up. To this day, she remains in that deep slumber, waiting for her lover," Ruri concluded. "This story is exactly meant to teach survival skills, don't ignore a hit to your head even if you think it's nothing serious because it could be more serious in the end."

A silence settled between them before Senku looked up at the night sky, a breeze swaying them slightly. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to keep this between us."

"Of course," the priestess replied, smiling softly. "If that's what you want."

"[Name]—that's what her name is. She's my lover. We've known each other since childhood, long before the world turned to stone. Love is illogical, yet..."

His eyes began to well up with tears, but he blinked them away. "I'm going to bring her back once the Kingdom of Science is stable enough for her," he said, determination in his voice, grinning. "That's the least I can do for her."

"I look forward to meeting her," Ruri said with a warm smile. "You'll love her; I'm a billion percent sure," Senku added quietly.

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"Come on, Senku. We're going to see an old friend of mine," Byakuya urged as he tried to coax a young Senku out of his room. "You've been reading all day. My friend has a daughter your age!"

Somehow, Byakuya managed to get Senku out of the house and into his car. They drove off and soon arrived at a large gated mansion, where Senku saw men unloading furniture from trucks.

"Old man, is your friend loaded?" Senku asked, curiosity piqued.

"He's the CEO of a company that makes advanced machines." This caught Senku's interest significantly. Byakuya was let in by the guard at the gates, and he parked the car. As soon as the car was turned off, Senku bolted out.

The little boy ran over to where a man stood, giving orders to the workers carrying out furniture. "Where are the machines?!" Senku exclaimed, excitement bubbling over as Byakuya hurried behind him.

"Sorry, friend. This is Senku, my son," Byakuya said, guiding Senku to stop being rude and properly introduce himself. "This is the little guy I've been talking about. He's a year younger than your daughter, so we should be able to arrange a playdate."

"No way," Senku replied bluntly. "I don't want a stupid playdate. I want to see the machines you make." The red-eyed boy said to the man, who smiled down at him, intrigued.

"He's just as you described, Byakuya," the man chuckled, patting Senku on the head. "My daughter will definitely get along with him. Young man, if you want to see those machines, I’ll make you a deal."

Senku pouted at this. "A playdate with my adorable daughter. I think it would benefit you if he got along with the heir to my company."

"Deal," the green-haired boy said, a bit annoyed, but willing to do anything to see how those machines worked.

"...I don't think you should be encouraging him," Byakuya remarked, sweat dripping down his forehead as he noted Senku's determined expression.

"One playdate, and that's it," the little boy declared, grinning up at the man, who simply smiled back. Senku couldn't help but think how easy this was going to be; soon, he'd have access to the most advanced technology Japan had to offer. With his hands on his hips and a proud grin on his face, he said, "Alright, where's the little brat? I need to meet her."

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Love is Blind

─────── · · A Smosh FanFic

Pairing: Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: Smosh Games is making another title in the smash hit board game series, love is blind, but is it all fun and games- or will you actually end up winning something worth a lot more?

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, super tooth-rotting fluff, part social media au, suggestive themes, attempt at humour, a bit chaotic but the vibes are there.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 1,570

─ · · A/N: let us all thank the anon that sent this request it! 😊

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"Hello everyone and welcome to the Smosh Games channel today we will be finding out is definitively, is love truly blind? And as you can all see, I am joined here with (name), Amanda, Arasha, Olivia, Spencer, Chance, and Trevor for the first time in this shows history!" Angela introduces the viewer as you all way and cheer for Trevor who hides behind his wine glass with a playful smile.

"How are we all feeling today?" Angela asks the table and Amanda leads first. "Heyyyy, My names Amanda I'm 25 and my friends told me to come on this show. I ummmm, am from New York, yaaa! And I love to party, I work as a marketing assistant!"

"Hi, I'm Olivia, 44, I was told we win money on this show-?" Amanda leans over whispering a loud no, and you laugh as her shoulder drop. "Well, I was going to be on this show to win but now I'm just here for the drama and if I find love, great, whatever- I work as a scientist, can make more money."

"Hello, Name's Trevor and I work in digital media, I-uh am 20-something and love to cook!"

"Its Arasha and I am 20, this is being filmed and Europe so don't you dare take this glass away from me! I work in Digital media as well and if my first date is a walk on the beach, just know that there won't be a second date, m-kay?"

"Sup, I'm straight-Chance and you all have no-chance if I'm the other one in a love triangle. I am 22 and work as an actor, catch me in films you never knew about!"

"I'm Angela, 50, sales, have been divorced thrice and am looking for my fourth special-someone."

"Ummm, hi? I'm (name) i'm (age), and work also in Digital Media. I-uh love table-top games and yeah"

"Hi, I'm Spencer, 33, and also love table-top gaming..." You and Spencer both look at one another with a smile before looking towards Angela as she quickly goes over the rules and the game commences.

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Early on, you were not matching with anyone and that was making you nervous. Sure it was a silly game in all but you were competitive nonetheless and seeing as Olivia, Amanda, and Chance all had multiple connections while you had one and nearly a half, you knew that your odds didn't look great.

"Okay!" it was your turn to read out a question card. "For a date I would: A. Rather stay inside, B. Go out to Dinner. C. Go for a Walk-"

"Fuck the walk," Olivia slammed her card down before you could even show your decision, the cast erupted with laughter as you didn't bat an eyelash and turned over your card. "I said A. Stay Inside. I was thinking we could have a movie night at home or just order in. More intimate that way," you explain. Suddenly feeling the reality of the game come to life as you nervously waited on your peers answers.

"the results are in and only one A... hm" you commented, checking it off on your card with a small from. This unknown person was really running away with your scorecard, only one more point and you could propose- potentially winning the game. It was time to lock it in.

Round after round, question after question, you and this person were connecting effortlessly, it even had you questioning if you had both broken the game by how in-sync your answers were. So much so that the other members of cast started wiggling their eyebrows in your direction as your cheeks warmed.

"Okay guys! Its only just a game but a game I do intend to win!"

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So focused on creating a strategy to match your unknown match, you were none the wiser to Angela calling out your name multiple times.

"C'mon you are sounding like my ex-wives, never listening to me. Please stand up, I have something to say, no one else is playing the purple character" Angela yelled across the table, pointing in your face as you held your hands up and walked around to stand in front of the table.

"(name), even though we both have not known one another for long, I have fallen so in love with you. More in love than my other two, or was it three wives? and however many children I father... just know that I want to have you be mine. Please marry me?" Angelas voice cracks near the end, she conceals her laughter by biting her shoulder as you bring up your hands to your mouth to do the same.

Your eyes are clouding in tears before you burst out in laughter and say no, watching as she collapses to her side and bellows out dramatic cries before standing back up and asking Olivia to come over, they both end up getting engaged.

"I would actually like to call someone forward. If the blue character could greet me at the front, please." And to your shock (and internal horror yet delight), Spencer steps forwards, your eyes wide as saucers as he smiles at you. Forgetting what to do Spencer looks down, reminding you to propose much to everyones enjoyment and your embarrassment as Tommy shouts out from behind the camera, "Could love truly be blind???"

"Shut-up, please! Spencer, I-uh. Well we have connected a lot over this game, we see eye-to-eye and have formed a meaningful connection over these hours that have felt like years. I never knew someone could match my freak, so to speak and would you do me the honour of marrying me?" you take the ring out of your back pocket, presenting it to Spencer who appears to have the blush of his own.

You both stand their still in that moment, forgetting the cast, crew, and cameras, "yes, I do- I mean yes I will marry you." Standing up to place the ring on his finger, you both hug and hold each other for a moment too long for what should be a cut scene before taking to your seats.

In all honesty, you both forget that you are still holding each others hands after the cut-scene and it carries through to the end of the game.

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The drama continues yet for you and Spencer, it was smooth sailing as you both did not go out looking for a 'better connection' and end up making it to your wedding day. you keep having to remind yourself that this is a mere fantasy, a game but it feels too real as Spencer takes your hands in his own, smiling and whispering jokes for only you to hear as Tommy reads out your vows.

"And do you, Spencer, take (name) to be your lawfully wedded spouse? In sickness and in health? For richer or poorer? For both as long as you shall live always?"

"yes, I do," Spencer says, placing the ring on your finger, bringing it up to his face for a kiss as your face heats up more than it has all game. "And (name) do you take Spencer to be your lawfully wedded spouse? In sickness and in health? For richer or poorer? For both as long as you shall live always?"

"I do." And the cast and crew all stand and cheer as in that moment you both debate on kissing one another. "Are you playing?-"

"Never," Spencer eases your worries, "could I kiss you?" he asks in a soft tone, wanting to cherish the moment you both know to be real.

"Yes, please." And then his lips are on your own, the world silenced yet again, his had cupping your cheek as you lean into his touch.

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When the cameras cut, your lips still tingling and your face set with an unmoving smile that Spencer mirrors. You two are the only ones left on the set as Spencer leans against the table, "I know this seems a bit weird considering that we're married-" you laugh before asking him to continue with hopeful eyes as he reaches out to hold your hand, you accept, fingers intertwining.

"Would you want to go out sometime?"

"Yes, I would really like that."

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spennser first date and just married, quite the day! w/@.yourusername

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yourusername you forgot engaged too*

↳ spennser sorry my bad 😞

username24 if you two didn't end up going out after THAT episode, I would believe that love is dead, not blind... or well maybe both idk

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co_mill you two are so cute, can't wait for when you actually get married! 🥹

↳ spennser who says that that wedding was fake? 🤨 ↳ co_mill no, you are correct. I have no idea what I was saying earlier, beautiful ceremony, now can I have your spouse? ↳ spennser no ❤️

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anthonypadilla I leave smosh again for one day to go to the doctors and now another pair of you are getting married, wtf?

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Hello! Your writing is CRUNCHY in the best possible way. Could I request I request a short story with Idia and an introverted idol reader? Hope you have a nice day!

boyfriend's favourite dj w. idia shroud

byi : introverted reader?, reader is an idol, established relationship, idia is your number 1 fan, fluff

a/n : this request really got my brain thinking and i had so much fun writing it!! i haven't wrote idia much so thank you for requesting<33

“Alright, that's a wrap, well done everyone!”

The director’s voice booms throughout the studio, and you feel your muscles finally relax and legs slump forward to a nearby chair, graciously taking a water bottle that was offered to you. 

At last you were finished with recording the final part of a music video for a new song that you wrote for an upcoming anime. 

Chugging the cold liquid, you pause to exchange thanks and praises with the staff members, declining any invitations to go out and eat afterwards but nobody took offense to that, they already knew your answer anyway. 

Despite being well known in the idol community for being energetic and sociable that persona couldn't be further from the truth. 

In reality, you’re an introverted mess who would rather stay locked away in your room and play games all day. Unfortunately you’re an idol but it pays well at least and you had some fun.

Unlocking the door leading to your changing room to get into more comfortable and less ‘hey i’m a famous idol’ clothes, you check your phone to reveal a bunch of notifications from Blue Nerd.

Scrolling through them as you get changed out of the tight fitting costume, you laugh at his freak out at the announcement of the music video, the word ‘traitor’ being said multiple times.

Leaving the building after nodding to the receptionist and saying a few goodbyes, you press the call button, lifting your phone up to your ear as you pull up the hood paired with a mask.

“I’m going to the ramen place near my work, do you want your usual?”

You continue on your usual route back home, listening to the faded background noise of the song you just recorded playing and quiet noises of a finger tapping to the beat.

“Idia..? Come on, you better not be serious about ignoring me.”

A moment of silence passes as you anxiously pace down the streets, underestimating the lengths your boyfriend would go to.

Until a familiar grumble was heard closer to the speaker now, and a familiar voice speaks from it.

“Traitor. Is this why you weren't able to do our daily farming sessions..”

You sigh, energy returning whenever you speak to him.

“It was supposed to be a surprise, and you always take care of my account whenever I'm busy with being a super cute idol”

His laugh cuts through the speaker at the high pitch tone you usually use for talking with fans and live videos.

 Another silence passes between you but it wasn't the uncomfortable one you got when he had intentionally ignored you.

“So what did you think of the song?”

You ask, curious for his reaction since this song was one that you worked the most on during the past few months.

“It’s a bit different from what you're usually known for but I liked it. The beat was smoothing and while the lyrics were cheesy it was..nice.”

A wave of relief passes through you and a breath you didn't know you were holding escaped.

 He liked the song, it was good. Great actually.

“A-anyways you were on about ramen, does that mean you're coming over?”

Entering the shop, you pass a nod to the owner who was already getting started on both of your usual orders, being a regular has its perks.

“I haven’t seen you in forever and I know you're dying to ramble about my song”-and to not make this more love cheesy-”nerd.”

Idia groans again embarrassed, you could imagine his face blooming a pretty shade of pink to match his hair. 

“Will you stay on call with me, just until I get home?”

A loud gasp shot through the speaker then silence again until you hear a familiar game loading in the background. 

A new update came out for it and you haven't had the time to check it out so Idia will probably commentate it for you as he plays through it.

“Sure, sure, sure… just until you get h-home.”

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[asce-of-hearts]

If your requests are still open is it all right if I ask for a yandere Bloody Painter with a female

Darling

Maybe where he kidnaps her but she's obedient and knows trying to run away won't end well and she's scared of him

And if it's okay can I please ask for smut with it if that's all right

Mutt

Contents: Yandere!Bloody Painter with a very submissive fem!darling smut.

more Bloody Painter content here

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WARNINGS: KIDNAPPING, THREATHENING, HARD YANDERE, HELEN IS SORT OF A CUNT, EVIL FUCKED UP SEX, FEM!READER (NO BODY TYPE SPECIFIED), LOTS OF DIALOG AS USUAL, BLOOD AND MORE BLOOD, NON-CON/DUB-CON, UNCONVENTIONAL USE OF A KNIFE.

"Stay." He orders as he looks at you, almost disdainingly. His eyes are dark, looking at you with tiredness. You remain sitting on your knees over the comfortable mattress he laid out for you to sleep in, inside a locked room to which there's only one key, no windows. Only a television, the mattress, pillows and blankets and some books to keep yourself entertained.

You obey, because you're terrified. You only nod, looking at him wide eyed as he sets the plates of food in front of you. White rice, some kind of meat, a glass of water.

"Can I trust you with a real knife? Or do I have to hand feed you so you won't get any stupid ideas," The word stupid is said with anger, as if he's daring you to try and attack him. You only shake your head in disagreement, he frowns. "Use your words, I won't kill you for talking... just for screaming." He murmurs the last part, averting his gaze.

"I can use the knife, but... whatever you feel most comfortable with." You answer him in a meek whisper, and his expression relaxes. He hands you a small knife by the handle, well mannered as usual. He stops for a second, only staring at you, making you fluster, heat rising to your face just a bit.

"Do you want me to leave or do you want to eat with me?" He asks, rather curtly, he always sounds upset, like he's mad at you for some unknown reason.

"Ah? Oh. A-At a table?"

"Where else?" Both of your brows furrow, and nervousness makes you look away from each other.

"Well- Uhm... If- If I could that would be nice, I suppose..."

He takes the knife away from your hands, and stands tall over you.

"Carry your plate to the table, I'll be there in a minute once I serve myself." You nod, he nods. You both go to do your own thing.

The house he has you in is modest, elegant almost. The only decorations he has are some strange artwork using what seems to be resin hands and eyes, your own face at times looking at your soul from paintings you don't know when he painted. You carefully set yourself at the table, looking at your feet in fear of what he will do if he finds you staring at his bizarre decors.

"Eat." His voice gets you out of your train of thought, you only nod again, and slowly start to eat. You don't look at him, and neither does he look at you, only focusing on the task at hand. The sounds of silverware clanking against each other the only thing preventing you from going mad, and him from pouncing over you. You do that to him, get him murderous for some reason. "Is it to your liking?"

"Yes, it's quite alright. The flavo-"

"Not the food. The art." He asks, now staring at you from across the table. You look around, taking it in. You try to mask the deep breath you're taking.

"I... I don't know much about art to give an opinion. But... but it's interesting." You murmur, not knowing what else to say. It's bizarre, disturbing even, but you don't know if he would explode at you if you told him so. His eyes narrow into thin slits as he takes in your words, but his expression relaxes ultimately.

"I will educate you, don't worry." He answers, putting you at ease for the moment. "You will learn to like the art... and to like me." You don't say anything, only nod at his words. He's standing next to you in a second, tall and menacing, his hand, veiny and calloused from use grips at your jaw with force. "Look at me when I'm speaking." Your breath hitches, and you do your best to avoid breaking eye contact as you nod. His expression is hard, unreadable, you wonder why he's this way. He's young, he's handsome, but there's this strange, underlying darkness that surrounds him. If it were another situation, you would look at him, really look at him, and try and gather the courage to ask for his number. Unfortunately, the situation isn't that, it's this... mixture of emotions and bloody messes. He steps away from you, letting go, not looking at you as he speaks again. "After you finish eating go and get cleaned, I'm painting you, naked." You try to not cry, sniffling as quietly as you can. "I'll wash the dishes."

His studio has a single ceiling window in multiple colored glasses, the sun light is nice, it's been a while since you felt it. Your body feels exposed, maybe because it is. You're naked, sitting on a soft, velvet vanity sofa, it's almost cliche in nature. He's setting up his equipment, paintings, brushes, water, chemicals.

"Wrist." He orders, and you immediately show it to him. He chooses a small blade, sharp and glinting under the multicolored light of the ceiling window. "Stay." Another order, you comply, and he presses the tip of the blade against your skin, he looks at you, his expression soft. "Breathe in." He whispers, and you do as told, you inhale, and he drags the blade through your skin, blood starting to fall out of the wound. "Breathe out." You exhale, tears in your eyes. He almost seems proud as he collects all of the crimson liquid that falls from the open wound. He presses an alcohol soaked cloth against it once it has stopped bleeding, holding you close as you try and wince away from the sting. He hushes you, a soft, tender kiss pressed over your hair as he carefully bandages the wound. "Good girl, good job. You're so good to me."

He goes back to his station, orders you on how to pose and you comply. Your face looks cute after you've cried, red in the nose, puffed up lips and teary eyes, he smiles. Once you're all set, he stops before painting, considering something.

"I've already painted you crying..." He murmurs to himself, the back to you. "Masturbate."

Your eyes widen.

"Eh?"

"Do it." He orders, growling.

"But- I-" He stands up abruptly, his stool falling as he walks over to you.

"And here I thought you were starting to understand. I'll just have to do it myself," He spreads your legs apart, spits over your cunt and shoves two fingers inside your entrance. You squirm, a choked scream leaving your lips as his free hand traps your wrists. You try and close your legs as he roughly thrusts his fingers in and out, a squelching sound invading the room. "Can't trust nobody, I can't trust anybody. Don't you fucking dare close your legs, you stupid mutt. Keep them open," His eyes are intense, only staring at your leaking entrance as he continues to finger you roughly, a thread of slick and blood mixed together coating one of his fingers. Once his hand tires, erratically he reaches for an instrument. The handle of a knife, expertly held by the blade, is shoved inside you. You cry out, cumming around it. You feel disgusted, violated. And he breathes heavily, still staring at your entrance.

He cut his hand with the knife blade when he did that, but he can ignore the sting of the cut, more blood to paint if that's the case. He pulls it out, you're staring at nothing, sniffling, glowing after your orgasm. He throws the knife away, and sits back on his stool, in front of his canvas. He takes a deep breath, ready to start painting, giving you one last order.

"Stay."

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[eqt-95]

Easter put together an amazing flash fiction challenge that I've finally gotten around to attempting incorrectly*:

Genre: crack

Premise: sentenced to community service

Trope: in vino veritas

Subject: paint samples

*it is definitely longer than 1,000 words. my hand slipped.

also on AO3

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Luthor Green

HOUR 1

"This would go a lot faster if someone picked up the tempo a bit," Alex said with a side-eye.

"Superspeed won't teach us any valuable lessons," Kara explained, carrying an armful of painting supplies.

Alex's side-eye became an eye-roll. "Listen, we aren't some rag tag group of teenagers who graffitied the centennial monument-"

"The Tag Teens," Nia whispered.

"-we are superheroes who-"

"Who caused seventy-three million dollars in damages fighting off an illusion," came a stern but familiar voice from behind Alex.

"Lena!" Kara exclaimed. Her hands sent the supplies sprawling across a drop cloth as they lifted toward the LuthorCorp CEO.

"It's Ms. Luthor, Supergirl."

The same hands fell lifelessly back to Kara's sides. Nia grinned mischievously. Alex was already over the entire thing.

"And she's right, Agent Danvers: powers won't teach any valuable lessons nor are they permitted," Lena continued, heels crisply clacking across the empty lobby floor. "Court orders."

"Rich coming from a Luthor," Alex mumbled, knuckles whitening as they tightened a paint roller to a long reach pole.

"But that'll take all weekend," Nia scowled.

"50 hours, actually," Brainy advised.

"Good thing you're getting an early start," Lena offered cooly. "Friday nights tend to be rather quiet around here-"

"I'm sorry, what?" Alex said, eyes fluttering with disbelief. "As in five-zero?"

"Correct," Brainy nodded. "Assuming no breaks except for the advisable pause between paint coats. That, and we should each average 300 square feet an hour for the base layer which is approximately 50% faster than the average professional painter - aggressive, but I have confidence in us. It also requires 20 square feet an hour for the rather intricate mural Ms. Luthor's marketing team has requested; however, I have gone ahead and simplified it to project as a paint-by-number scheme which seems quite popular among-"

"Mural?" Alex gawked. "No, no, we did not agree to a mural-"

"You agreed to paint LuthorCorp's lobby in preparation for the NC Science Summer Camp we are now hosting because a rag tag group of superheroes destroyed its original venue," Lena interrupted, gaze stern and voice in a tone that felt like an undressing. Alex glanced toward Kara whose chest was puffed out like she was jealous it wasn't directed at her.

"But I had plans," Nia huffed, eyeing the red cooler she was sitting on.

"That's hardly my concern and frankly, the task hardly fits the crime," Lena replied, fingers tapping against her crossed forearms. "If it were up to me, you'd be reinstalling the LuthorCorp signage you destroyed as well."

"It wasn't a crime," Kara grumbled. "And you were replacing that anyway."

"There's scaffolding in the corridor," Lena continued, "try not to turn this into a total circus."

HOUR 4

"What are you shaking? Is that spray paint?" Kara asked from the top of a questionably supported ladder.

"We can use spray paint?" Alex called from the other end of the wall.

"Interior use without proper ventilation is frowned upon," Brainy chimed in from his own end of the wall.

"Relax. It's a shaker," Nia answered.

"For what?" Kara asked.

"From what?" Alex added.

"Court orders said nothing about doing this sober."

HOUR 9

"Here champ," Nia said. A hand offered an ice cold beer.

"No thanks; I don't plan on being here that long," Alex replied stubbornly.

Nia examined an imaginary watch and shrugged. "Suit yourself," she continued before turning toward the questionably supported ladder: "Hey red, wanna do shots? I've got rum."

HOUR 10

"I'm telling you, it's the wrong color," Kara repeated.

"And I could care less-"

"Couldn't," Nia corrected. A drop of condensation fell from her latest concoction as the scaffolding creaked under her movements above.

"I don't care," Alex said, eyes narrowed toward the blue-booted feet dangling from overhead. "If they gave us the wrong paint, that's on them."

"But-"

"And it's 2am. Name a paint store that's open at 2am."

"If I just hop over to Europe and-"

"Oh!" Nia exclaimed, head peering out overhead. "That's a great idea. Maybe you could grab some scones-"

"No, nope. No powers," Alex glared at Nia who pouted and retreated from view. "I am not about to get called out on a technicality by a Luthor."

"She's just doing her job," Kara defended with flushed cheeks that screamed Kara was at least two shots deep.

"Are we just ignoring the whole trapped-in-kryptonite bit now?" Alex gawked.

"I just think we need to take a different perspective: new timeline, new me, you know?" Kara offered.

"Perhaps when we're between coats Supergirl can acquire the correct paint," Brainy suggested.

Kara's eyes widened and head nodded like a bobblehead. The only thing missing was a lolling tongue. Alex lungs expelled in a slow, centering sigh Kelly taught her. "Fine. New us, whatever."

HOUR 15

"You missed a spot."

"And you could help," Alex muttered, pressing her forehead to the extension pole dripping SW 6364, Eggwhite. "New us," she whispered until her eyes caught sight of something giant and purple: "Is that a bean bag chair?"

"Can't," Nia explained from within the giant purple bean bag chair that also arrived just as mysteriously as the Mary Poppins cooler offering up an endless stream of drinks. "M'waiting for my section to dry."

"There are other sections."

Nia shook her head. "Uh-uh," she managed between handfuls of popcorn. "Those are Supergirl's."

"She isn't back yet?" Alex balked. "How long does it take to get paint?"

"Maybe she's stopping by Noonan's for some sticky-buns," Nia said dreamily.

Brainy cleared his throat: "Accounting for typical Saturday morning traffic and the quantity of paint to be mixed-"

"And don't forget she'll want to learn how the paint mixer works-" Nia added.

"Fair point," Brainy replied and gave due thought to his recalculation. "With that in mind, my estimates indicate she is twelve minutes overdue."

HOUR 18

"Where the hell are you?" Alex hollered the moment Kara picked up.

"They were insisting it's right," came Kara's voice over speakerphone.

"Which is exactly what I told you eight hours ago. Now get back here-"

"So now I'm trying to get them to tweak the recipe and-"

"Absolutely not, Supergirl."

"But-"

"Get back here. That's an order."

HOUR 23

"Hey, Supergirl, help a girl lift that bean bag chair up here, will ya?" Nia called out.

"You've got paint in your hair," Brainy said from Alex's left.

"Gee, I wonder how that happened," Alex said, glancing up between the slats of scaffolding where Nia was humming the latest pop sensation and taking long sips of her self-named mixed drink.

"Initial deduction would indicate it's coming from-"

"I was being sarcastic."

"Ah, right."

HOUR 34

"Where did you get that?"

"Dreamer," Kara explained after a pull. The bottle sloshed with far too little liquid. A paintbrush lay forgotten on the floor. Paint drops were everywhere but the wall they'd been sentenced to complete. "I wonder if she still has any Red Vines. Ooh, or maybe Goldfish."

Alex's gaze scanned for the youngest superfriend who had most recently been adlibbing science puns about the phallic-looking test tube Brainy had painted. It was purgatory bordering on hell.

"And what if someone sees you? Did you think about that, Supergirl?"

"No one works this late on the weekend, Alex," Kara slurred, rubbing at dripped paint on her cape, "'cept Lena." A hiccup followed. The cape was now stained a moss green. "Lena," she continued in a sing-songy way that made sober Alex want to hurl.

"Dear god," Alex sighed, reaching for the bottle of Alderbaran Rum. "Give me that. You're done-"

"Not unless you admit the color is wrong," Kara pouted. Another hiccup. More spilled paint. Mrs. Fischer was going to be pissed.

"Do you ever think maybe we shouldn't be allowed to operate life-saving missions?" Nia posited from her perch two storeys up.

HOUR 39

"Ok, the Pewter on the beaker and microscope is finished. With any luck we can all be home by dinner. How are we doing with the rest?"

"The Polished Concrete has been applied to the shaded regions," Brainy advised. "I will commence outlining with the Charcoal Dust to the mitochondria and rocketship."

"Beautiful. Dreamer, how is the African Violet and Passionate Purple coming along?"

"Well…" Nia began from the depths of her cooler, "the DNA, bunsen burner, and solar system would be done," she continued, reappearing with a bottle of neon blue liquid.

"Would be? What do you mean 'would be'?" Alex asked, jumping with a thud from the scaffolding to take in the three-storey wall.

"I can't exactly do my portion until someone finishes her part."

"Finishes?" Alex repeated.

"'Start' would be more accurate," Brainy corrected, swirling his own Nia-Nal-authored cocktail.

Alex didn't have time to give that a double-take. Instead she backed up to survey the progress. Sure enough not a single paint stroke of green had been applied. A forefinger and thumb found the bridge of Alex's nose. The slow exhale didn't work as well this time.

"Supergirl?" she called and waited. And waited. "Supergirl? Super- where is she?"

"Follow the paint splotches," Nia answered before the rattle of a shaker interrupted further conversation.

HOUR 45

Alex let her brush drop into the empty pail. She rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck before checking the time and letting out a tired sigh. So much for dinner at home.

"How are we looking?" she called warily. "Any chance we'll be finished before the sun sets?"

"Nearly there," Nia called, somehow uninhibited by the conveyor belt of drinks she'd been knocking back all weekend.

"I've begun disassembling the scaffolding," Brainy affirmed, slightly more inhibited by the string of beverages he'd been knocking back.

"And Supergirl?" Alex asked. It was met with silence. Alex's hope vanished. A grimace took its place. "Supergirl?"

"This still isn't right."

Alex looked upward. To what, Alex wasn't sure - heaven was too far away because this was most definitely the last level of hell. "What isn't?"

Kara waved a handful of paint chips at the group. "This green - the paint sample still isn't right."

"How?" Alex huffed, landing with a thud from the scaffolding. She glanced between the chip and the sample they'd been given. "Looks right to me: foreboding, villainous, manipulative; it's 'Luthor' in color form - it's even written on the can. See? SW-6921, Luthor Green."

"And there's only one?" Kara continued, ignoring Alex's running commentary.

"Maybe it should glow in the dark?" Nia offered through the crunch of a cheese puff.

Kara's frown deepened. "I'm going to mix our own."

"Supergirl, hang on, no; and Dreamer will you please stop mixing drinks and pick up a paintbrush - Brainy, a little help here?"

"Far be it from me to tell Nia Nal what to do," he slurred from what was the vacant bean bag.

"Guys, can we please focus. I want to go home."

"And I want to run…" a hiccup, "run this to a head."

"She means 'ground'," Nia clarified before the sound of ice cubes jingled into an empty glass.

"Is that another bottle of Rum?" Alex asked. "Nia!"

HOUR 53

"Ok, guys, I'm close."

"To finishing?" Alex begged. Her head hadn't left her hands in an hour. "Close to finishing, right?"

"I've narrowed it to four different shades for the left half. I'm working with greys and purples which like, isn't ideal, but I think it's close. Now, the right half will be a bit trickier-"

"It's one color!" Alex erupted. "It's a single green. Why are we talking in multitudes when it is one - one - color," she shouted, stretching one extended finger for emphasis.

"Perhaps Supergirl is simply considering the lack of color neutrality coming through the glazing due to the slight tint of the low-e coating," Brainy postulated.

"Right," Nia snorted. A used lemon wedge sat in one hand and a salt shaker was held in the other. "It's the quality of the Sherwin Williams Luthor Green that Kara's all hung up on."

"What do you mean?" Alex pressed.

"I mean that-"

"I realize your limited competence lies in your powers, but I honestly thought you'd all be further along by now."

Alex looked up to find Lena standing, once again, in the middle of the lobby. "It is midnight on a Sunday, Luthor."

"Precisely. In less than eight hours this lobby will be bustling with children, their parents, and a hoard of my employees. This is what you've got to show for a weekend of work?"

"Look, see?" Kara exclaimed, finger pointing toward Lena. She stumbled to her feet, cape tangled around her and other hand gripping a dozen paint-filled brushes.

"See what?" Alex shouted. Her wits had ended hours earlier.

Kara marched toward Lena who lifted a single eyebrow in silent judgement. "It's not just one!" Kara slurred. "It's… a lot."

Alex looked between Lena and Kara's outstretched hand of brushes with dawning realization.

"Hang on: you thought 'Luthor Green' meant Lena Luthor's eye color?" Alex fumed.

A quiet 'ohh' from Brainy was interrupted by a howl of laughter from Nia.

"Um… yea?" Kara confessed, expression sheepish and confused.

"'Luthor Green' is part of LuthorCorp's marketing color scheme," Lena clarified curtly though her cheeks flushed red.

"Wait, it's not…" Kara started, nose scrunched in thought. "But why not? It'd be so much prettier. See? Lena, don't you think it'd be so much prettier?"

Alex's mouth fell open. "What?"

"I expect this finished before registration opens tomorrow," Lena continued through a crack in her voice.

Kara nodded eagerly. "So does that mean-"

"Use the 'Luthor Green', Supergirl."

[strawberryblue-blog]

PABLO GAVI fluff were he comfort the reader after their big argument please love your works 💫

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Our home —Pablo Gavi.

summary: request.

warnings: none. a little of angst, fight, discomfort, cute, soft, clingy.

words count: +2k.

#SEXYNOTE: Happy Valentine's Day 💌 Enjoy it, love you 🎀

The sound of your snort clashing with the overwhelming silence in the living room, interrupting the tranquility of the night. You're standing by the kitchen, hands on your hips and frowning as you stare at the pile of dirty utensils you haven't stopped noticing since you got home. Gavi, he doesn't even look at you. He's sitting on the couch, remote in hand and TV on, seemingly oblivious to your frustration.

"Really?" you ask aloud, turning to him with your arms crossed. "How many times have we talked about this?"

He looks up turning to look at you, surprised, but quickly his expression changes to a mixture of tired and defensive.

"I will do it later" he says nonchalantly as he resumes playing again.

"Yeah, like always" you mutter starting to pick things up. You shake your head as you turn on the water.

"I'll always end up doing it myself anyway" you whisper angrily.

"What are you talking about now?" he replies, setting the controller down on the table and turning to you again.

You ignore him, starting to wash the dishes in the sink. You don't answer because you know it will be in anger, you'd rather shut up again.

"Are you saying I never do?" his voice sounds closer and you can feel his presence.

Making him get up from the couch when he's playing video games is a reward for you.

"That then you don't do shit" you spit loud and clear. "You always say the same thing about the dishes, the laundry, everything you always leave lying around" you reply, pointing to the sink with an exaggerated gesture.

"That's not true" he shriek angrily. "I said I would do it later..."

"When were you going to do it, huh?" you ask interrupting him. "After I do it? Tomorrow when you finish training? When?" you shout.

Gavi frowns but you can see his features look angry. But angrier are you. You're not overreacting. These last months living together has become difficult, you fight constantly, Gavi doesn't help you enough and you understand that he's tired after training or whatever, but you also have your job and that's not why you leave everything like that.

This morning you had left with all the mess, dishes from last night, clothes on the floor next to the washing machine, garbage cans full and when you came back, everything was still the same. And Gavi had the day off today. You expected at least the simple, basic housekeeping. You didn't expect him to deep clean, just tidy up. But he'd clearly spent the day playing videogames.

"I can't handle this, you know? I work all day, I come in exhausted, and the last thing I want is to see the house a mess because you can't do your part."

"My part?" he retorts, stepping closer and facing you with open arms. "And what do you think I do all day? I'm not just sitting around doing nothing. I'm also exhausted when I get home."

"But I'm always the one who has to take care of everything," you say, feeling frustration rise from your chest to your throat. "The dishes, the laundry, the cleaning? When was the last time you even tried to pick anything up?"

He rolls his eyes and that gesture fires you up even more.

"Don't exaggerate the situation. It's not like I never do anything. I may not be as obsessive as you, but that doesn't mean I don't help," he says pointing at you.

Oh no. He didn't just call you that. He didn't just make everything worse.

"Obsessive?" you repeat, in disbelief. The word hits you like a slap in the face. "It's not obsessive, it's wanting our home to be a place where we can be comfortable, where I don't feel like I'm living on a battlefield." It comes out as an angry scream.

You can't believe it. Now you are the obsessive and exaggerated one who wants some basic order in your own home.

"It's not like that!" he replies, raising his voice. His tone is defensive, but also weary. "Just because I don't do things exactly the way you want me to, doesn't mean I'm doing everything wrong."

"It's not about doing it 'my way'!" you shout, feeling on the verge of tears. "It's about the fact that I can't handle everything by myself. I'm exhausted, and you don't seem to care."

That shushes him. Gavi turns his head in denial but you turn to continue washing through your eyes fill with tears. All that screaming, the desperation, the anger, it makes you feel bad. You've had a rough patch for a while now and you're afraid this could be the straw that breaks the camel's back. But you are so tired. You just want to finish and go to sleep. Arguments won't get you anywhere but you're exhausted from the same situation.

The atmosphere in the room is tense, charged with unspoken words and pent-up emotions. You don't want to cry because you don't want to look weak but you feel so fragile that if he says anything else, you will cry.

Finally, he sighs and takes a step towards you. You feel him coming closer but you won't move, you just want to finish.

"I'm sorry, okay?" he says, his voice softer this time. "I care a lot, more than you think."

Just then you finish rinsing and deposit everything in the dryer. You take off your gloves and dry the counter, leaving everything clean and ready.

"Then prove it" you reply, with a lump in your throat, as you turn around. "Because when I come home and see all this, I feel like you don't care about our home or the effort I make or even us."

You try to walk towards the room but he stops you, processing your words. He's still angry about the argument, you can see it in the way his brow furrows but you can't go on like this.

"If you cared, you would. I get it once or twice, Pablo. But not for months now, it's pure cohabitation, I'm not trying to force you into anything or ask you to be my maid" you spit out harshly, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes. "And I won't be your fucking maid either"

You release yourself from his grip and move for your room, looking for some quiet. Your bed seems to be waiting for you the moment you open the door and you quickly strip off your clothes, dressing in your pajamas. You just want to sleep. You crawl into bed and turn your back to Gavi's side, covering yourself with your warm blanket. Tears slide down your cheeks as you think about the argument, how vulnerable you are right now. You're scared, maybe moving in with Gavi was a hasty move and you've been thinking about it for weeks.

You love him. You love everything about him but you can't stand that your relationship is turning into what you hate the most. Maybe you are pushing him a little bit but he lives here too, each of you have your obligations and responsibilities and the only way to survive is to work together.

You're not so angry about the argument, you're helpless. Lonely and scared, what if he doesn't want to be with you anymore, what if Gavi is only acting this way because you are broken? The sobs come out of your mouth and you try to cover them but it's unavoidable.

A faint noise makes you swallow a sob and when you feel the mattress sink behind you, you cover your face with the whole sheet. Gavi comes up from behind and embraces you slowly, carefully, waiting for your rejection or acceptance. You say nothing, just melt into the warmth of his arms embracing you, as you sigh calming your little fit.

"You're right" he admits, with a deep sigh. His voice sounds weak, slowly. "I've been relaxing too much, trusting you to do it because you always do. That's not right and I'm really sorry" his words make your heart shrink.

You didn't want to make him feel that way, you didn't want him to be angry, maybe things got out of place all because of your bad reaction.

"It's not true what I said, you're not exaggerating, you're not obsessive" he murmurs hurt as his hand runs down your body, caressing you. "I care about you, about our home and I care about our relationship" he whispers close to your ear, resting his face in the crook of your neck.

Your heart softens a little at his words, but you still feel the weight of everything built up in your chest. You barely nod. You know he didn't have a bad intention and maybe it was you who took it to another dimension but you really wanted Paul to understand.

"I haven't been around much these days and I understand your approach, Y/n" he whispers again.

Your nose rubs the drops of tears and you sigh searching for air. His warm body starts to warm you up and you just want to jump into his arms, like you always do.

"Forgive me, okay? Please?" he asks in his hoarse, weak voice.

You turn barely, pulling your body out of the fabrics until you see him clearly.

"It's not just about the dishes or the clothes, Pablo" you confess as tears begin to escape your eyes. "It's because I want this to be a home, our home. A place where we can both be at peace"

"I understand" he says, looking you straight in the eye. "And you're absolutely right. I don't want you to feel like you're carrying everything by yourself. I promise I'm going to get better, I really am"

His hands take your face as you turn to him fully. He takes it upon himself to wipe away your tears, one by one, as he pulls you into his warm chest. Your heart aches for everything but you feel more relieved now.

"I'm sorry for exploding like this too" you admit hurt. "I just want everything to work out, that we don't have to argue about these things. And I thought that..."

Pablo looks at you seriously, confused.

"I thought things between us were breaking up, that maybe your pulling away was my fault and I exploded" you confess as the tears come again.

His eyes hold back the tears as his fingers tighten on your face.

"I would never do anything like that, nothing changed between us, I promise. It's just me, being kind of lazy" he says trying to blame homself but you deny.

"I'm sorry, Gavi" you cry exhausted. "I didn't mean to fight with you like this, just.... I'm tired..."

Your body hurts, your mind does too. Maybe you need more sleep than a day is enough and all this anxiety, nervousness, is driving you crazy.

"You are my home, you are my whole life, I just want to be here, for the rest of my life, with you" he says in front of your eyes.

"You are mine, Pablo" you assure with a laugh.

He smiles slightly and pulls you into a warm embrace.

"Let's promise something" he says, whispering against your hair. "Let's talk before things get to this point. If something bothers you, tell me, and I'll do the same"

You nod against his chest, feeling relieved to hear those words.

"I promise" you reply, clinging to him tightly.

His arms come around you again and you feel yourself melt under his touch. Gavi is soft, gentle and sweet. And you love that.

"And I promise I'll always wash the dishes from now on" he adds, with a touch of humor in his voice that manages to get a small chuckle out of you in spite of everything.

You both stay like that, hugging, letting the tensions dissipate. You know you still have room for improvement but you also know that, as long as you are willing to work together, nothing can affect what you have.

The silence in the room lingers as you are cuddled together. He watches you from above, his fingers stroking your back, your arms, your chest. He leaves little patterns on your skin, running over every nook and cranny of your body. You smile. He smiles back. The two of you look at each other and touch again. It is inevitable.

Your body is on top of his, one of his legs is wrapped around you and your hands rest on his firm chest, caressing his pecs. You talk for a while, then kiss, then just lie there. Pablo keeps running his warm hands up and down your arms, resting occasionally on your hip as he kisses your forehead or hair, then back up your back slowly. If touch burns on your skin, but it's the kind of fire that feeds the flame in your heart.

Then you apologize again, talk, joke and kiss again, in a loop. It's warm, perfect and beautiful. You two love and understand each other, yes, you argue but it keeps you stronger than ever, just like right now.

One of his hands goes into your hair, the other resists on your lower back, massages your scalp while your fingers move on his chest. That starts to make you sleepy, you close your eyes but you don't want to stop seeing Gavi, so you open them again.

He spots you and laughs. You lift your head and his eyes are waiting for you, loving, watching you.

"You can rest, baby" he whispers, leaving a kiss on the top of your head.

"See you tomorrow, Pablo" you whisper barely.

"Good night, baby" he kisses your forehead again affectionately.

You settle into his chest again, letting the sound of his heart soothe you. His other hand continues to stroke your hair, and you can feel how his caresses are slow and full of affection, as if he wants to make up for everything he has made you feel. His fingers press your skin to your waist and you feel filled with his love.

And in that moment, even though you know you still have things to work out, you feel that everything will be okay. Because you are together.

[nerdallwritey]

˖⁺‧₊˚✦ 𝓛𝑒𝓉'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 ✦˚₊‧⁺˖

Hi, I'm Emma! Welcome to my writing blog, where there's banter abound!

I'm currently writing Astarion x f!reader fics, but am open to requests! Be warned: My content is NSFW so if that's not your thing, feel free to skip it! MDNI

Where else can you find me?

AO3 // Main Blog (I reblog tons of bg3 stuff over there!)

𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔞𝔯𝔡 - (Posted in order chronologically)

An Evening to Ourselves (18+): When Astarion propositions you for the first time, you're anything but excited. // AO3

“I, uh-” It was too much. The look on his face was too intense. You felt too exposed despite the layers of armor currently clad to your body. “I’m scared,” you admitted quietly. “Don’t be,” he whispered, leaning in and kissing you on the cheek. “I’ll be gentle.”

Just to Ruin Me (18+): The morning after you spend the night with Astarion, you learn another thing or two. // AO3

“You don’t have to tell me any of this right now,” you said. “A lot has changed in the past few hours and there’s no rush in sharing these things with me. I know how hard it was to talk about your past the first time.” “It was necessary, though,” Astarion looked over at you, his expression determined. “You needed to know what we might be up against. And you might need to know this too.” “If you want to tell me, then I’m happy to listen, but please don’t force yourself for my sake.” Astarion released a puff of air from his nose. “You keep doing that.” “Doing what?” “Asking me what I want. Letting me choose.”

Cheeks All Flushed (18+): It's time for the Tielfing party! Antics ensue. // Part 1 // Part 2 // AO3

You looked at him thoughtfully. “Hang on, weren’t you and Karlach trying to get drunk?” Astarion giggled stupidly. “Yes.” You snorted. “How’d that go?” “Fine,” he sighed. “Takes me a lot longer to get drunk. What with the dead liver and all.” You furrowed your brow. “Wouldn’t lacking a working liver make you drunk immediately?” Astarion whined, “I don’t know, but Karlach is completely inebriated and I only have a buzz I can already feel fading.”

Perfect Every Time (18+): Before your party travels into the Underdark, you and Astarion catch one last sunrise together. // AO3

You got up and joined him in the ankle deep water. “Do you want to try right now?” Astarion thought for a moment and clicked his tongue. “I have a better idea, actually.” He gave you a sideways look, his lips quirking up slightly.  “What?” you matched his smile. Rather than answering, Astarion reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.  You furrowed your brow. “Looks an awful lot like you’re preparing to swim.” He started fiddling with the clasps on his pants and groaned in your direction. “Swimming is not the only thing one can do while submerged in water, dearest.” He gave you a sensual smile that sent heat to your cheeks. 

Worth the Peril (18+): Upon arriving in the Underdark, you go down in a battle, leaving Astarion to pick up the pieces. // AO3

In another life, Astarion would have made a decent barbarian.  Despite Karlach’s cheerful demeanor, for the most part, barbarians were known to be violent, brutal, and cruel. All things that Astarion could easily tap into if the situation called for it. And right now, he was entering a rage.

About to Strike (18+): The gang finally makes their way into the Shadow Cursed Lands. // Part 1 // Part 2 // AO3

Before Astarion could protest more, you took a sip of the drink. He gasped. “Darling, what do you think you’re doing?” “Building trust,” you said, smiling at Jaheira. Her features echoed your own and she took a sip as well. “Ah, what the hells,” Karlach said. “Bottoms up!” She downed her own goblet. “You’re all idiots and I hope you die,” Astarion crossed his arms.

Three Little Words (18+): Astarion accidentally says something nice, then acts like an idiot for the rest of the day. // AO3

“Well, this has been lovely,” Astarion said, making his way to the door leading back into the inn proper. “Anything else we should know before we head off to save the day?” He was already halfway out the door, not bothering to wait for an answer, clearly trying to make a stealthy exit. You eyed Halsin, who nodded and retrieved the rogue by his arm before he could leave, closing the door behind both of them for good measure. “Let me go, you humongous imbecile!” Astarion pounded his free arm against Halsin’s chest before Halsin released him and refused to let him move a muscle towards the door. Astarion huffed and crossed his arms, turning his nose up at the rest of you. “Is he okay?” Isobel asked.  “This is relatively normal behavior from him, actually,” Karlach said.

I Want to Live (18+): Raphael asks you and Astarion for a favor, which leads to an important conversation. // AO3

He murmured something against your lips. You pushed lightly against his chest, laughing. “What?” “I want to live,” he repeated, seemingly out of breath.  “Of course you want to live, you’re alive,” you smiled up at him, running a hand through his hair. “In all the ways that matter, I mean.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him, clearly trying to be suggestive. He rolled his eyes. “No, you insufferable woman, I’m referring to something Shadowheart said.”

More to come!

𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔠 - (One Shots)

Don't! Cross! This! Line! With Your Hand. (Mature): Astarion asks for help with reading the scars on his back. You give him a hard time in the process. // Crack fic based on this scene from Night at the Museum 2: Battle of the Smithsonian // AO3

“I’ll tell you what, they didn’t call me ‘Astarion the Trustworthy’ for nothing.” He made to hand you the instrument, then snatched it back just as quickly. “They DIDN’T call me ‘Astarion the Trustworthy,’ they called me ‘Astarion the BLOODTHIRSTY, who KILLS whoever doesn’t give Astarion exactly what he wants in the moment that he wants it! Which is RIGHT NOW when I had better get my back read out to me!’” You looked at him with wide eyes, trying and nearly failing to withhold a laugh. He was trying to play this game with you. He really was. But you could see how desperately he wanted answers, too.  Astarion, in turn, puffed his chest out as if trying to stand his ground.  Just a little longer with the teasing, then you’d help him. “That’s what they called you?” you asked. Astarion looked up as if trying to grasp what exactly he should say next. “It was… shorter in Elvish.”

ℜ𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔰 - (Ask box is open!)

Awfully Fond of You 🪴 (18+): Instead of sleeping with Astarion on the night of the tiefling party, you ask to bathe him instead. // AO3

You gathered the bucket that was still floating nearby and submerged it until it was filled about halfway with water. “You can either dunk yourself, or I can pour this over your head,” you held the bucket out for Astarion to see. “I’m actually quite enjoying you taking care of me, darling. I trust you won’t drown me.” “A mistake,” you said, pretending to dump the bucket over his head all at once. “Can vampires even drown? It’s not like you need to breathe.” “I’d rather not find out, if it’s all the same to you,” he smirked. 

𝔄𝔯𝔱 - (Please feel free to draw scenes from my fics! Just tag me!)

xxnashiraxx: - Birdie (my Tav!) - Birdie 2.0 sthormii: - Mine (from About to Strike)/Fangs (from Just to Ruin Me) - Foresight (from Awfully Fond of You) ollieneedsamilkshake: - In Another Life (from Worth the Peril) - Brace Yourself (From Perfect Every Time) - Pain (from Worth the Peril) - I'm Okay/You're Okay (from I Want to Live)

[purplesannnieee]

Hi! Mine if I request? Can you do Reader who lost a bet and had to dress up as a dog? She has a cute and but flimsy maid outfit with the doggy ears and tail. I want this to be NSFW if you can, or you can make it where Jin likes it and he ends up demanding her to do a bunch of chores in his room. I choose a dog maid for her because dogs are known to be loyal and listens easily to their masters/owners.

Good luck with college though! I’m sure you’ll do great ❤️

Wolf Girl and Black Prince

18+, DO NOT INTERACT MINORS

A/n: yk what's crazy? the fact that someone I'm friends with literally is doing art of Jin with a dog leash, so I'm so on board with writing this 😭 (ALSO THANK YOU, I'LL BE NEEDING IT :D), also, if ya'll get the title reference, ifykyk ;), as it turns out, I think I just struggle with writing smut (considering that this is my first time writing one), 2.3k words, I gave up on why tumblr is formatting the images weird

summary: who the fuck told you this was going to be a good idea? it didn't help the fact that jin called you a servant. and yet, you had way too much confidence into making a bet with him, where if he didn't had to intervene in the next mission, he would no longer call you a servant. unfortunately, you lost, leading you to being a dog maid, while the tension between you and jin has rather...increased higher than usual warnings: this isn't in order, despite of the title, I promise you this isn't toxic (aka no angst!!), erm, a bit of bdsm? jin's a kinky mfer, i'm not going to make jin command reader to bark lol (it's funny tho), that mf's the type to do orgasm deny, and then fucking make you cum multiple times, creampie (please make sure to wrap it and use contraception :D, safe sex ya'll), idk why, he seems like the spanking type, that shithead degrades you, he'll call you names like, "my queen" (how romantic while you get fucked), aftercare king, I feel like this is going to be a bit messy, OH, mf's definitely a pussy sucker, mf's so fucking rough, oh yeah, that mf has a dick piercing too (it's canon), jin asks reader to light his cigarette in a rather intimate way (ifykyk), reverse prince albert(?) and standard ampallang(?), your writer was in fact sleepy asf when she asked this to her friend when asking what type of piercings Jin has 😭, I'm gonna be silly and let's just say Jin's revoking reader's v card, ig in this vers, reader's mc, but with ✨personality✨, SIZE KINK

Stupid fucking Jin. If you weren't walking around eggshells by now, you sure fucking failed at it. The two of you had recently made a bet, that if you were to succeed in your current mission without any intervention from him, then he would no longer call you a servant. Compared to if he did intervene, he would win, and you would have to do whatever he asked for a week without the intervention of Tohma. God, you were way too naive, as you were close to finishing, before fucking Jin intervened. While you did catch the anomaly…, that motherfucker gave you a smirk for only you to see, before walking away. What made it worse was that Tohma wouldn't be able to help you at all; so really, you were screwed.

Before you knew it, you were at your room for a moment, before hearing it rang. Picking it up, you groaned at the name, realizing that Jin was calling you. Not wanting to make a fuss about it, you sighed, before answering. "Good, you answered," he said, as you swore you could see him smirking, even despite not being in the same room. "In five minutes, meet me in my room, and make sure to knock five times," he added, before hanging up. You moved your phone away, baffled, before flopping onto your pillow, screaming into it. What the genuine fuck? You sighed, as you frowned, before walking out of your room and going to Jin's room. Arriving there, you knocked on the door five times, before hearing him say "Come in."

"You're fucking early," he gruffed from the same fucking couch he normally laid on. You could smell the hint of that rich classy ass cigarette he smoked on a basis. "Well, might as well get this over," you said, looking at his figure. You watched his arm move, and before you knew it, you could see him throw something at you, gasping, as you had to move forward to grab it. Looking at it, you noticed that it was a box, perhaps with something in there. "You have a minute to change into it," Jin said, as your eye twitched, being more annoyed. "You've got to be--," "Bianerus." Seriously? What the fuck Jin? "Change, now."

Almost immediately, your body reacted, as you started to take off your uniform. You frowned, as you would've preferred having your uniform on. Regardless, after leaving you to just your garments, you opened the box, only to turn red. It was…a fucking maid outfit? And dog ears too? Normally, you would've yelled at Jin, however, because he had to use his stigma, instead-- you changed into the rather flimsy maid uniform, along with putting the dog ear headband on. This almost reminded you of that anonymous dress you were sent (though you were sure it was Jin who sent it). The measurements were too accurate, granted, the uniform was a bit tighter around your curves.

"Wake me up when the paperwork's been organized," Jin said (practically ordered) before returning to sleep. You couldn't help but want to curse him out. However, instead, you looked towards the amount of paperwork, as you frowned, before sighing. You truly were going to regret this. What made it worse was that you probably wouldn't get any new missions, so this was a bad situation for you. You couldn't help but groan, as you started organizing the papers. You truly wondered how Tohma managed to deal with him sometimes. And yet, regardless, you continued.

Well, despite being mostly done with it. You were tired, way more than you would've preferred. "Fuck me," you muttered to yourself, at this point, annoyed. And well, despite how pissed off you were in the situation you were currently dealing with, part of you did care about Jin. Even with whatever potential weird fetish of his, sure, you might've complained a few times, but you were willing for him. Just him only. Unfortunately for you, while you were in deep thinking, you hadn't noticed Jin wake up and walk behind you, before hugging you.

"Jin!?" You became surprised, as you could feel his body being…surprisingly a bit warm compared to the dorms. However, that didn't help the fact that your face became flustered. Slowly, you could feel his hand tangle with your hand. While you weren't sure of what to make of this, this was rather--

"Bianerus." Jin used his stigma, as your body jolted against his. What did he want now? "Do you really want me to fuck you?" He whispered in your ear, his mouth close to yours. You couldn't help but shiver, your pussy clenching against nothing, before you said it. "Yes." Okay yeah no, you really were fucked. The two of you stood for a few minutes before you could feel him suddenly pick you up, as you were now carried again. Just like the last mission, he was holding you like his bride out of all things.

"W-Wait!" You yelled, flustered, and before you knew it, you were placed on the bed, before hearing another command of his. "On your knees," he said, without using his stigma. And yet, you still listened to him, getting on your knees and elbows, before he hummed. You could hear his steps farther away from you, as he seemed to grab something. Before long, you gasped, as you were immediately flipped onto your back, as Jin tied your wrists with one of your ties. You couldn't help but stay quiet, unsure what he would do now. You watched Jin disappear for a moment, before feeling your legs split apart. "What are you doing--," "Shut up," Jin said, as before you knew it, you gasped, as you could feel something warm and wet on your underwear. Before you could say anything, you let out a moan, as you could feel Jin sucking through your underwear, as his hands gripped your thighs tightly.

You tried to close your legs, as a mix of embarrassment and pleasure rose. However, Jin was firm with you keeping them open. "Don't you dare," he muttered between his laps, as you could feel your pussy clenching over nothing. "Jin….! You fucker…!" You whined, your hands writhed against the tie. He stopped momentarily, only to look up at you, smirking. "That's what I intend on doing," he teased, before moving your underwear onto the side. "I'm going to make you fucking beg me to fuck you until you cry," he said, before letting out a chuckle, noticing how you were reacting. "Such a pretty cunt…" Jin mumbled to himself, as he gave it a kiss, before lapping it. You couldn't help but moan, as you wanted to move, yet you knew if you did, he would probably command you to stop doing so.

You were too embarrassed to moan, the pleasure that coursed your body was too much. Your legs still trembled regardless, as you bit down your lip, though not enough to leave any blood. And yet, Jin stopped momentarily, as he moved up, holding your hand with his. "My room's fuckin' soundproof, so stop holding those pretty moans of yours back. Be loud as you can, my queen," he said, before looking at the uniform (that he totally forgot he told you to put on), his hands instantly ripping it. "I'll make sure to find a tailor later...," he muttered, though too quiet for you to catch what he said.

You couldn't help but cry out in pleasure as Jin ended up going back to sucking on your pussy. "Fuck fuck fuck— please...!" You let out a whine, throwing your head back against the pillow (funny enough, your headband fell off), as you desperately moved your body closer to his face. And yet, Jin suddenly stopped when you were getting close to your high, as you panted. "Why the fuck did you—," "Now I have to punish you," Jin let out a tsk, as he pulled your body toward his, while he sat up. To your realization, he placed you on his lap, your ass out. Goddamnit.

"Count," he said, and before you knew it, you gasped, as he slapped your ass. "One," you muttered, before receiving another. "Louder," he muttered, slapping it again before he gave you another chance. "Fuck—ONE!" You yelled as Jin smoothed over your lower cheeks, before slapping it again. "TWO!" You screamed as he continued until he reached ten. By then, your ass was red, your eyes tearing up, and yet, you enjoyed it? "So fuckin' wet..., are you into being spanked?" Jin teased, as two of his fingers spread your folds, as you were too stimulated to try and close your legs. "Jin...," you whined, as he hummed. "Wanna get fucked, please...!" That was probably the last thing you consciously remembered before you overdid yourself.

Next thing you knew, your back was back on the bed, as your binded wrists were above your head. You watched as Jin pulled his necktie off, stripping the rest of whatever clothes he had on the top off. His hands trailed down to the edge of his pants, unzipping them, as you noticed how hard he already was from his boxers. You could feel yourself clenching again, as he smirked at you. "Seems like my dear queen can't take her eyes off me," he teased, his hands slowly taking off his boxers, his cock sprung to his stomach. The only thought to yourself was, 'Oh my God, that's a big fucking dick with piercings!'

Of course, you were too focused on Jin's cock to notice your legs being moved onto his shoulders, only for the sudden surge of embarrassment to rise. "Wait! Please...be gentle?" You asked, though while you weren't planning on telling him, he would become your first. Jin looked at you for a moment, before he started rubbing the tip of his cock against your folds. "Only because you asked," he agreed, as the both of you could hear the lewd sounds your wet folds and his tip were making. "As long as you keep your eyes on me," he said, as he didn't give you a chance to respond, slowly thrusting his cock in, splitting you whole.

Your body tensed, trying to comprehend the fact that you were being penetrated right now. While you didn't feel much pain, you felt rather...stuffed. "Ya, tryin' to keep me inside of you forever...?" Jin groaned as he could feel your gummy walls clinging to his cock. "It's...not my fuckin' fault you're so big!" You whined, your hands desperate to at least hold on to something. You could feel how warm his hands were, as they caressed your body, before undoing the tie, your hands being free. Your hands immediately grasped his, as they intertwined. Thankfully, despite Jin struggling, he was patiently waiting for you. It took a few minutes, as while you hadn't noticed, he was only partially inside of you, and while he did want to ruin you; Jin would never forgive himself if you ever got hurt.

A few minutes passed by, as you slowly adjusted to his size. Jin did his best to stay still for your own sake, only to let out a groan, feeling yourself moving slowly. "Jin~!" You let out a whine, as his gaze softened. "Kiss me, please?" Without a second to waste, his lips immediately pressed against yours, as he gently bit your lip, asking your permission. You let your mouth open, granting him access to it, his tongue exploring yours. You could still taste a hint of your own juices, as you let out a moan. The way he was kissing you was surprisingly sweet, and definitely hungry (not like he wasn't sucking your pussy like a starved man just a few minutes ago).

Slowly, Jin started to thrust into you, experimenting with where your sweet spots were. Granted, the position you were in definitely helped him. Your moans sounded so sweet to him, he almost wanted to keep you like this for a while. But for now? He would make you a pretty mess— all for him. "Fuck! Jin…please…!" How your wanton moans sounded like music, and Jin would be the only one who would be able to listen to such beautiful sounds. It felt better, as you were feeling so good, and he knew you were feeling perhaps more pleasure than he was having now.

"Fuck it," Jin muttered to himself, as you were too dumbed to understand what he said. All you knew was that he slowly pulled out until the only thing that was in was the tip, before thrusting sharply. You let out a gasp, as Jin soon enough started to thrust at a fastened pace, your walls clenching from the sudden movement, and your hand's grip tightened around his hands. Before you knew it, you could feel a knot forming, as you broke the kiss, panting. "Fuck fuck fuck— I feel something weird…!" You whined as Jin chuckled. "Go on, cum my pretty slut," he groaned, as before you knew it, you felt yourself climaxing, your body trembling from orgasming.

The thing was? Jin quite wasn't done. "Don't hold it back, my queen," he said, slowing down a bit to let you recover before fastening his pace again. You let out a mix of moans and whines, as Jin's cock began hitting your cervix; which led to you orgasming more. Before you knew it, Jin's pace became irrational, as he was trying to thrust as possible as he could. "Fuck— gonna cum in ya and let you have my kids," he groaned, as you teared up from how overstimulated you were. It didn't take long before you came one last time, as Jin filled you up; you felt so warm and full, as Jin let go of your legs, before hugging you. "I love you," he muttered, as you simply hummed in response, before kissing him back. "Love ya too," you muttered, before poking him. "I'm never going to wear whatever the fuck that was that you told me to put on though." After that, Jin did not accept any advice about you from Tohma.