#Status On Sad Mood

[cloudsjulett]

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

I am sadly not an artist. But, this is just evil.

[dailyeca]

i don't have to say it, do i? it'll get repetitive.

[tiddie-taylor]

Mamas here

[seventh-district]

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[the-brainrot-central]

Who up writing mpreg rn

[saturno-in-fall-blog]

Favorite Status: Airplane Mode

[lavenderspence]

golden pleasure | A.H.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader       Word Count: 2.6K

Content warning: 18+, MDNI! smut, vaginal fingering, soft dom!aaron, a lot of praise, they are risking it in his office, lowkey ring kink

Summary: after hours of daydreaming about his fingers, a specific finger in particular, aaron shows you exactly how in tune he is with your body

A/N: this is brought to you from the deep end of my drafts *coughs* from september, and for inquiries, please get in touch with my alter ego, her name is julia, she’s the one who made this happen. she’s crazy, she’s kinky as fuck, and not surprisingly, girlie has a ring kink *pretends to be shocked*. anyway, this is quite literally the first smutty piece I've written in a while, so don’t break my heart, okay? other than that, julia also has a praise kink so she’d love to hear what you have to say about this. 

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It had been a long day of being in his presence, watching him, unable to touch him.

Hours of following his every move with your eyes. Minutes of watching his hands and fingers flex, wishing you were at their mercy.

A full day of building a fantasy inside your mind, desperate to have it turn into a reality. Eight hours of eyeing his fingers, watching as the gold on one of them caught the light, gleaming, screaming of his marital status. 

Wishing for the feel of the band on your body, the slight imprint it left on your skin whenever he squeezed your thigh too tight. You wished for the cold feeling of the metal on your throat, as his hand enclosed it like a necklace. 

Most of all, you fantasized about the feeling of that ring sliding against the sides of your tight pussy. You fantasized about watching the gold band gleaming, covered with your juices, of watching him suck his finger clean off afterward.

It was dirty, just a bit twisted, but it was exactly the kind of thoughts he elicited from you, no matter the setting, the circumstances, or the time.

Just his proximity made your body grow hot, but being so close to him for hours on end, stuck in a daydream featuring his body on display, making your own body sing praises and moans, was another form of torture. 

And even if he wasn’t exactly showing it, ever the stoic and professional man around others, deep down you felt it - he knew exactly what he was doing to you. 

Somehow, he always knew. 

It was as if he had a sixth sense when it came to you - he knew your body and mind even better than you did. He knew when your moods changed, and what the reason was. He knew when you were happy, or sad.

He knew when you were getting hot in his presence, somehow sensed when you were wet for him, and waiting for the much-needed relief he always brought you. 

And some way, somehow, he knew your every fantasy before you even had time to voice it.

That man was so incredibly in tune with your body, your entire being really, it was beautiful, but it was also maddening.

Just like it was now.

After a full day of meetings with the team, discussing old cases, and filling out files, he pulled you into his office. Tortuous didn’t even begin to cover the feeling of sitting inches away from him for hours and being unable to touch him. 

The moment the door closed behind you, and the blinds came down, he was onto you like a man starved. In all honesty, you weren’t behaving much better. 

You fisted the lapels of his suit jacket, pulling him to you. He nosed your cheek before his hand caught your neck and stole the breath from your lips with a bruising kiss. There was nothing gentle about his movements, a stark contrast to his usual behavior in bed. 

He was a gentle lover because of course he was. He loved on you easily, passionately. But it felt like the proximity had turned him just as feral as it had you.

He didn’t waste any time pulling at your lower lip with his teeth in a show of dominance. You opened for him right away, and not a second later his tongue plunged into your mouth, swallowing a guttural moan in the process. 

Not only were his mouth and tongue dominating you in the sweetest way imaginable, but his touch was electrifying every neuron in your body, your temperature spiking as he played with you. 

The thrill of it stuck in his office where anyone would hear, heightened the sensation even more. 

His fingers ran across your back lightly, making you shiver against him. The moment they reached the band of your pants, he pulled your shirt out hastily. Once underneath it, his nails scratched at your tender flesh, making you hiss into the kiss.

He pulled away suddenly, his lips sliding down to leave a series of small kisses and nibbles against your jawline. 

His fingers worked urgently to unbutton your shirt until it stood open and the only thing really covering you was a white lacy bra. 

“What’s going on honey? Couldn’t keep it together for a few hours, hm?” He breathed as he took your body in. Chocolate eyes blazed with a fire behind them, running down your body and back up again. 

“Seems like I’m not the only one.” It came raspy, as you tried to take a proper breath.

“True, but honey, I’m not the one fantasizing about being fingered with a wedding ring on, am I?” Your breath hitched, but there was no point in being surprised. Deep down you knew he’d pegged your craving long ago - that was the kind of lover he was. 

Outside of being dedicated to bringing you to the highest high every time, he knew exactly which button to push to give you what you want. 

Your pleasure was his reward, your fantasy his mission. 

“You better get on with it, then.” You whispered, trying to pull him towards you again. You moaned when his lips latched onto the top of your breast spilling from your bra. You reacted instantly - one hand took hold of the desk, as the other grasped at the small hairs on the nape of his neck, strands sliding between your fingers. 

Without pulling away, you felt him catch your hips in a strong grip and walk you back toward one of the armchairs. He took a seat and pulled you into his lap, your back meeting his chest with an oomph.

Even with the numerous clothes separating you from one another, you still felt his muscles tense, his whole body jerking at the feel of you so close to him, against him.

You felt the tale tell sign of his own arousal as he hardened against your ass. Images of his rock-hard, long cock flooded your mind. 

“Funny how you think you are in charge here.” He whispered, before he bit at your ear and pulled it with his teeth. 

Before you even had time to retort, he was making quick work of unbuttoning your pants. He took the delicate material of your panties and ran it between his fingers.

“Bet you’re all wet already, aren’t you, baby?” You barely caught his words between the excitement buzzing around your whole body. 

He continued playing with your panties, like he had all the time in the world, like you weren’t burning to your very bones in anticipation. 

You nodded in answer, “Yes.” It was a high-pitched whine. 

The small kisses he gave the back of your neck completely contradicted his next move. He grasped your thighs and pulled them apart roughly. A show of his strength, of his claim on you, you weren’t sure. 

He massaged the outside as he brought his hands up and on top, slowly moving them toward the place that begged to be touched. 

He slid his hands over your mound, his touch barely a glaze over the material of your pants and the cotton of your panties still covering you. When his fingers ran over your clit, you moaned, bucking into the touch, chasing it desperately. 

Which was exactly what he wanted from you. Even with the soft touches of his lips on your fevered skin, he was playing you like his little toy. He was waiting for your cries to turn frantic, until he had to lay his hand against your mouth or kiss you, to keep you from revealing just what this devious Unit Chief was up to.

“Come on sweetheart, show me how much you want this.” One of his hands reached for your breast, squeezing the tender flesh, as the other continued strumming your lips through your pants. 

You were barely processing his words, barely listening to what he was saying. You loved it when he talked dirty, leading you on, talking you through it with that confident voice. The voice of a leader, a dominant, but soft, raspy when the high was starting to climb up his body. 

“I want it, please Aaron.” He moaned, hearing you finally use his name. God, did he not love hearing you say his name when the throes of passion had overtaken your every sense? 

“Okay, honey, okay.” He whispered, kissed your jaw as much as he could as his hand moved up and underneath, finding your panties drenched with your juices. Exactly the state he loved finding them in - messy, as he delivered the sweetest torture until he had you at his mercy. 

A begging mess of the woman he loved.

You moaned in sync when he reached your entrance, the sweetest melody composed of the roughness of his vocal cords and the softness of your timber.

His breathing picked up, and sharp exhales hit the side of your neck where his head was nestled. He ran two of his fingers down, gathering some of your essences, bringing them up to circle your clit. It made you sweat, it made you shake, delicious torture, endless edging. 

You squirmed against him, searching for friction, wanting him to finally get on with it, and push his finger inside. 

You should have known you wouldn’t have to wait much longer. Not a second later with a bite to your neck, one of his fingers finally pushed inside. 

“Look at this greedy pussy, swallowing me like a good girl.” You were so overwhelmed by finally having a part of him inside you, by his crude words, it didn’t really register at first - not until he twisted his finger.

The band scraped against your walls in the most exquisite way possible, every inch of it covered in your juices, just like you wanted.

You moaned in delight, your wet daydream coming true. The very clear, arousal-inducing vision you’d conjured as you sat amongst your colleagues. They had no idea what had been playing on a loop inside your mind for hours. 

The only person who did was the one whose touch, whose raspy voice and sharp intake of breath were making you lose all of your inhibitions, making you drunk on the pleasure he was delivering. 

He was moving lazily, barely giving you the stimulation you needed, No, it was clear he wasn’t done hearing you beg for him, it never was enough. Even with you on your knees, and already covered in his come, you had to beg and make it good.

You grasped the hand that held your middle, lacing your fingers together, your own ring shining underneath the soft light. You gave his fingers a hard squeeze, “Please.” You allowed yourself to utter. 

Aaron’s teeth scraped the side of your neck before he closed his lips to lap at the skin. 

“Please what? Tell your husband exactly what you want, go on honey.”

You shivered when he delivered another twist of his finger inside you, making the presence of his ring known again. God, this man. He knew how to touch you. He knew exactly how to push you, exactly what you wanted, and when you needed it. He knew how to love you soft, and how to fuck you hard. He knew when to edge you, and when to let you fly up into the sky like a show of fireworks on New Year’s Eve. 

This man knew exactly how to drive you mad with pleasure and keep you staying that way until he had his fill of you. 

You craned your neck as much as you could, meeting his fire-blazing eyes. Both of you were panting, breathing mingling together. 

“Fuck me, Aaron, please.” You closed the gap and touched your lips together, “Make me come.” You breathed. 

You needn't ask again.

His finger started trusting at an excruciating pace, setting your whole body from one to a hundred in seconds. 

You could barely sit still, squirming and needing more from him, needing all he could give.

So in tune with your needs, on the next trust, he added a second finger. Having two of his thick fingers crammed inside your tight pussy intensified the drag of the piece signifying your love even more. You were getting wetter as you imagined how it dragged inside you. 

You always loved seeing him wear his wedding ring, proud to parade him, and show the world he belonged to someone, that he belonged to you - and the feeling was mutual. 

But this? The spread of arousal across your whole body because of said gold band, was new, but oh so deliciously right. 

You never knew you’d crave him this way, like a madwoman unable to breathe if she didn’t have him inside you.

Electricity, fire, earth-shattering ecstasy - feelings, sensations no one else but your husband could give you. 

He scissored his fingers, twisted, pulled, trusted - relentless, mad to get you your pleasure, mad to see you come as you rode his fingers. 

Bites and scrapes of his teeth on your neck. Squeezes of your breasts inside his hands. Fingers speeding up, drenched by your desire for him. Sweet, dirty words whispered between all of the other sensations. 

“Yes, just like that, good girl.”

“Go on, yes honey, moan my name.”

“Come on, tell everyone exactly what I’m doing.”

It was all too much, too magnetic. You could hardly hold any longer. You reached back and gripped his hair, feeling his lips turn up where they sucked your pulse point. 

He knew you were nearing your end, could feel it in the shake of your legs over his, the tight grip of your hand in his hair, and the pulsing of your cunt around his fingers. He curled his fingers up, touching a place he’d been keeping himself away from until now. 

“Come on, honey, come on my fingers.” He urged you on, waiting to feel you finish for him. 

And you did, you went off like a firework, your vision blurring briefly as your pussy pulsed, your essence flowing out and making even more of a mess inside your panties and around his fingers. 

You weren’t even aware of what was happening around you as you came down - your breathing was the only thing you heard, the only thing you felt. 

Soft kisses followed a route - the side of your head, your shoulder, your cheek, and then back again. He repeated that until your breathing returned to normal and the sweat on your skin wasn’t glistening as much.

But his fingers didn’t move an inch until you were aware enough to turn your head around again.

He pulled them gently, watching your brows furrow and a sharp exhale leave you. Aaron brought his hand between you for you to see - his fingers, his entire band covered with remnants of you. 

You bit your lip, moaning at the sight. 

“Go on, clean it,” He rasped

You took hold of his wrist and brought his fingers towards your mouth. You took them together, moaning at the tangy taste of yourself, and swirled your tongue around the digits. You held his eyes, letting him know just how much you were enjoying it. 

You barely tongued at the band before you pulled them out and licked your lips, “Your turn.” Seduction dripped from your voice. 

He arched a brow, but a smirk quickly followed. You were still holding into his hand as he brought it up towards himself and wrapped his mouth around the digits. 

He shared the taste of your mouth, the wetness from your pussy, and the remainder of the rest of his life with you. 

Hours of torture - waiting, all for the feeling of your shared golden pleasure. 

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[s6daz]

♰ sevika x f!reader ִ ࣪𖤐⋆˖

cw: angst(?, sevika is a little bit evil, prostitute!reader, sad lesbians is my passion.

note: i wrote this while listening to stay a little longer on loop, after a bit of smut comes the sad.

status: fixed

the brothel was more crowded than usual. The dim lights dyed the walls a warm red, while the air smelled strongly of cigarettes along with cheap liquor and sweet perfume. you and sevika were in one of the rooms of the place, after having sex and enduring how crazy sevika can be –sometimes– you remained lying on the bed exhausted.

in exchange for you, sevika was on the edge of the bed, lighting her second cigarette of the night while you watched her in silence. there was something about her posture that intrigued you, the way in which sevika avoided your gaze more than usual had you on alert and with a slight anguish that was difficult to ignore.

"can you stay a little longer?" you finally said, breaking the silence.

sevika didn't answer at first, instead she exhaled the smoke slowly, as if she was thinking about what to say.

"you know that's not possible, babe" her finally replied in her neutral, almost cold tone.

"you know it's not like that..." you insisted, sitting down and wrapping yourself in the sheets. "sevika i..."

you broke off, biting your lip and trying to find the right words. you didn't want to seem like a desperate bitch for her, but you really couldn't stand her distant attitude anymore.

"just... could you stay a little longer? please"

she finally looked at you and for a moment you thought you saw something different, guilt, perhaps. or something even more painful.

"this isn't what you think..." she said as if she knew what you were referring to, you were an easy book to read for her and it's not like your actions right now were being very professional.

"so what is it??" you asked, ignoring the horrible lump in your throat that was becoming increasingly difficult to untie. "because I can't continue like this, sevika. i know that... this is not against the rules here and that I am a simple prostitute but if this doesn't mean anything to you..."

she leaned forward, placing her elbows on her knees as she ran a hand over her face.

"it's not that it doesn't mean anything..." she said in a defensive and frustrated tone "but i can't give you what you want either"

your heart tightened as you heard her words.

"then don't make it any more complicated," you whispered, approaching her and placing a hand on her face. "just stay with me... tonight."

sevika closed her eyes and for a moment looked like she was going to accept, but she quickly moved away from your touch and put on the remaining clothes that were on the floor, her bad mood filling the room in a way that made you feel so small.

"why are you making this harder than it already is?" she growled, breaking the silence as she finished putting on her shoes.

"because whatever we have matters to me, you matter to me" you spoke trying not to let your voice crack as you went along. "you know that what we have is not just client and sex worker"

she shook her head, her lips curving into a bitter smile.

"this isn't love, this is a job for you and me... this is just a distraction"

your breathing stopped. you knew perfectly well what sevika was like, someone direct, even brutal with her way of speaking, but you had never thought that she could say something like that to you.

"you don't mean it," you murmured slightly awkwardly, with a lump in your throat.

"yes, i say so" she replied, her voice as cold as steel. "don't ask me something like that again"

and with that sevika finally left the room, letting the silence speak louder than any words. she didn't look back as she left and you didn't try to stop her this time.

when the door finally closed, you lay back on the bed, your eyes burning with the tears that were beginning to come, and for the first time you began to wonder if you had been naive to think that her would stay by your side, pretending that this meant something and you would have wished that even if she left she wouldn't have done it so quickly.

because in the end two people can share four walls, but not the same feeling and staying becomes harder than leaving.

[esthercore]

Thinking of older Fatui men with a young, promiscuous and insatiable lover (Genshin Edition) 18+

Featuring: Dottore, Pantalone, Capitano, Pierro

Cw: Dumbification. free use, exhibitionism, cock warming, tiny body worshipping, pet play, throat training, dacraphyllia

★ ⋮ Dottore ⸝⸝

Is somebody gonna match my freak? No, cause he's ten times worse then whatever the fuck you are.

On the counter, on his table, in his lab, in front whatever abominations he's working on, in the Sumerian Forest to relive his younger years and traumatizing all the aranara, yes sir, you two being fucking 24/7, you wanna be a needy little bitch, my my, he would love to indulge.

Now, he can't exactly just stop his work but that doesn't mean you gotta stop, just lap his balls like a good lil pup, and warm it while he work. And don't you dare try to retreat when somebody walks in his lab, nuh uh, you gotta do your job like a good baby, and focus on him and his cock.

Big on dumbification too, you wanna be little whore and give him those fuck me eyes 24/7? You wanna be a shameless slut humping on his leg when he's working cause you just need it so bad?

Silly thing, you are just asking for trouble aren't ya, getting the big scary doctor addicted to your insatiablilty, unable to focus on his work without his baby pleasing.

God how much he hate when you are doing something else than focus solely on him, and he equally hate when his darling is sad, but he is at the end of the day Dottore, so of course he won't deal with his worries normally.

So, hitting to birds with one stone, he will make sure one way or other to make you his personal fleshlight, constantly pleasuring him and since no thoughts except cock, no sad darling.

Though the jerk sometimes will deny you pleasure or outright attention if he wants in the mood to spice things up. Will lick stains you tears after you fall asleep after crying.

Oh, and despite all the agents in his faction being uncomfortable with the blatant shamelessness of their Boss, and the struggle they go through to not catch a glance of naked you in between his legs, cause that would just lead to their beheading, at least they are grateful that you being there makes him at least a bit rational.

★ ⋮ Pantalone ⸝⸝

Oh he digs it, definitely the type keep you as his sugar baby, his pretty eye candy he likes to stay on his lap during his meetings. Dressing you up in the prettiest jewels and the softest fabrics, his sweet sweet status symbol.

Loves just being with you 24/7, you make up as a fine entertainment, having you hanging around his arm, groping you in front of whoever's talking to him, shamelessly if they are someone below in rank or discreetly if he respect the other person in front of him. But never showing much of your skin, although he loves to show off his darling, their precious body is only for him to savor.

And also the type to not mind if you have a promiscuous reputation, finds it cute even, you are a trained and experienced one, so that just means better quality, might even tease you about, if he can get a good reaction.

But, that doesn't mean he likes when someone else, especially your ex hook ups point it out, especially if you don't like that. The business smile on his face will remain the same except he will have that anime villain black aura around him, that make the latter super uncomfortable. Don't sweat your pretty head if you later found that person wailing in the northern bank, just focus on your lover.

Big on cock warming too, except instead of oral like Dottore he likes to use your warm holes. Not a big fan on keeping you on the floor, kneeling in front of him, you are his treasure, you deserve to be in equal standing. Sometimes during his break he like to lift you to his table, and pleasure you orally, savoring your taste for a good while, as a thank you for keeping him company.

★ ⋮ Capitano ⸝⸝

For the captain it's just another one of your cute traits, his needy little lover he likes to take everywhere. Now especially a much younger lover will make Capitano extra protective of them, hence being the only one who will find your insatiably a bit worrisome, especially concerned with how much he could indulge due to being extremely well endowed down below.

Now unlike the other three, his work is out in the battle fields, and heavy expeditions, and normally he would prefer to keep you tucked in Snezhnaya, but insatiable darling is a special case, where he can't just leave them alone with no one to pleasure which means, he just have you travel with him, wherever he goes next, having at least 10 fatui members as your body guard 24/7, and him carrying you princess style, on his back, whatever fits wherever the carriages during the travels can't go, cause fucking him is a goodbye to your legs.

Now back to Capitano's big dick problem, this man loves to use your mouth, but his dick is so hard to fit in! So before travelling with you, back in Snezhnaya he had you warm his cock for prolonged amount of time, slowly increasing the length everyday, so your throat can accommodate his monster of a cock, till you can deepthroat like a pro!

Also likes to pleasure you with his mouth and fingers, stretching you out before every session, despite how much experienced you are, because his cock will hurt, and he can't have his little darling in pain, that just ruin his own pleasure.

But, that's Capitano on a normal day, cause behind the gentle boyfriend persona, there's a devious monster, which comes out when the adrenaline kicks in, especially after a battle, the second he sees you, he's ripping your clothes up, plowing you like a rice farmer, with his tongue shoved down your throat. This isn't jut sex anymore, it's your lover's need to be deeper inside you, as a person, as if he wanna fuck your soul, desperate to have you in his eternity.

Kinda likes exhibitionism too, gets super flustered if you point out the soldiers outside your tent could probably hear you getting railed and then start fucking you even harder, blessing them with your pretty moans.

No one brings up your past or your inability to walk for few days after they heard you moaning loud enough to wake a village like a chicken, out of respect for the captain.

★ ⋮ Pierro ⸝⸝

He's too old and grumpy to keep up with your bullshit. Try to flirt with him in front of someone and he smack your head. No he's not blushing! Don't point it out, he has he reputation to keep up.

Out of everyone on this list, Pierro will be the one most embaressed to have a lover like this. He has never been the type to around, always been a straight forward man, focused on his work, ethics and goals, even during his days before Khanneria fell. So now having to deal with you it trully is overwhelming for the old man.

Now that doesn't mean he hates it, this man is a simp in heart for real-for real, he just don't know how to show it and has a big enough ego to not try, so yeah, he's tsundere granpa.

Not a big fan of people talking about your reputation, that just pisses him off, you might have a past, but now you are entirely his, and if someone dares mention it, they will disappear from the face of Tevyat.

Also cause grandpa, he fucks the least in the list, but when he doesss. The man fucks nasty, like a rabid animal, making up for all the denial, 10/10 eyes rolling, multiple orgasms, thighs weakening, throat drying by how much he make you scream.

Likes to degrade you for being a desperate whore, calling you mean names till you cry, only to fuck you harder when he start seeing your tears, god this man loves those tears.

Big on pet play too, like calling you his dumb bunny, telling you how you are as simple minded as an animal, as you mouth his dick, earning you a smack as your teeth graze his cock. Once he starts coming out of his shell, he like to keep you in a collar, sometimes even adding a collar to your neck, and just look at you or drag you around.

| Tell me suggestions for other men who fit in this trope (current list: (Genshin) Zhongli, Neuvillette; (HSR) Welt, Blade, Jing Yuan)

[kalinysu]

💮 Hello, I was wondering if you could do a muzan × reader where they're married, so he's the demon king and she's the queen, and they have been together way before he was a demon, so he turned her. She's also pregnant, and he won't allow her to go on missions anymore. I would like to know if he would keep her by his side or would he lock her in her room. She can also walk in the sun. Please take your time. 💮

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏. — Muzan x F!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Gentle Muzan with slightly harsh words, stubborn reader.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Very cute request! I’ve never written for Muzan and a pregnant wife, so it should be fun. Might rewrite, this was a little lazy 😭

“Darling, please lay down.” Muzan said with a sigh. You two had been going back and forth all night, and you were keeping him quite busy, busy enough to the point he had to ignore his other tasks and focus on you in the moment. “Stop!! Don’t you have any missions for me to do?— I mean, I can’t just lay here for 8 months straight.” You said, trying to sit up and get out of bed.

Muzan kept you away from the other demons, well more specifically Douma. He was far too handsy with you even if you were of a higher status and deserved just as much respect as Muzan. He preferred keeping you locked inside of his room when he couldn’t have you near him, such as when he worked on experiments or had meetings with the ranks. You were too distracting and required every of his attention, which he was willing to give when you two were alone and he wasn’t busy.

“Woman. Lay down, now.” Muzan said, furrowing his brow a bit. His hands were placed on your shoulders, occasionally switching to your waist, trying to be as gentle as possible with you even if his words weren’t. He let out a exhausted sigh, getting into bed with you. He then wrapped his arms around you, holding you just firm enough so you couldn’t get up from the bed. “Missions—“ You said, still trying to free yourself from his grasps. “Darling, I’ve made it clear that i’m not letting you go on any missions while your pregnant, go to sleep.” He said. He was right, besides, you hadn’t slept in days, but you wanted to do something, anything but be in this room.

“Let go—stop it! Stop!”

Muzan eventually had to lock you up inside of your room, not allowing you out at all. He had practically began to neglect you after the first few days of staying by your side. He did bring you human flesh to eat sometimes, and spend short amounts of time with you before going back to his work. If you got into too much trouble while on your own, he’d have Kokushibo or Akaza watch you. And they watched you like a hawk. They treated you as if you were a human, and any minor injury would be treated majorly.

Muzan wanted to be near you, but he just had too much to do. Today though,Muzan had come to check on you while you were asleep. But when you heard the door open, you forced yourself awake. You felt Muzan pull the blankets over your body completely, before placing a hand on your shoulder. “Muzan..?” You mumbled, turning over to look up at him. He gave you a small smile, before getting into bed beside you. “Upper 1 told me you were crying today. What’s wrong?” He asked, and you could barely believe it. You were about to slap him, but he had caught your wrist. He was just about to lecture and scold you, but you had burst out into tears before he could.

He didn’t know that this was also just your hormones affecting your mood, and thought you were just sad. “Darling, come here.” He said, sitting the both of you up and pulling you closer, allowing you to cry into his chest. “Y-you barely ever stay with me anymore!!” You sobbed, gripping his shirt. “My love, you know I have things to do..” He said, gently stroking your head. He was being honest, but there was another reason. He wasn’t sure how to take care of someone he actually cared for who was pregnant, so he resorted to locking you away to keep you safe and away from others.

“My apologies. I’ll take you with me from now on, how’s that sound, hm?” He asked with a smile when you finally calmed down a bit, tilting your head up to look at him. You sniffled, before nodding, wiping away your tears.

[targaryenluvs]

— A WHOLE NEW WORLD

pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

summary: in which you and percy navigate a whole other world, and encounter trials in the way.

warnings: angst, bullying mentions, teasing, physical violence courtesy of clarisse my bae, drowning, confessions, fluff, hugs, smooches, percy n you are a comedic duo i swear, basically a self insert, not proof read

wordcount: 5.7k

a/n: i’m insane, this is the longest thing ive ever written. so please reblog and interact <3

you’d grown up with the same stories percy had. the greek gods and goddesses, their lives and tales, their failures and secrets. what you didn’t expect was to be the child of one.

you, percy and grover were currently on a field trip, and you couldn’t have been happier. all around you was history, and you were fascinated by it all. breaking away from them, you viewed the tallest of statues and the intricate, taking your phone out secretly and snapping a photo to show your mother later.

you were dragged out of your fairytale by laughter, and percy’s scowl evident on his face as you made your way over. “i don’t know if you have a miserable home life or just enjoy being a bitch but this trip would be much more enjoyable without your annoying voice.” you sneered before shining a fake smile her way. percy’s laugh in your ear made you join in, but the reprimand afterwards dulled your mood.

you weren’t a big fan of bullies, especially when they targeted your friends. for some reason you obtained a boost of confidence and a need to protect your own friends from such people yet you couldn’t defend yourself on your best day.

the trio of you sat, eating your lunches, you were inhaling your favourite food much to the amusement of grover and percy. “i don’t think your food is running off y/n.” grover teased as you shoved his arm, “i know, but i’ve been waiting for so long, i didn’t eat anything this morning, i was too excited.” percy turned his head towards you, “you were excited?” you nodded, “for a museum?” you waved him off, returning to your food.

but not before nancy launched a sandwich percy’s way, you’d had enough, and so had he. the two of you got up despite grover’s protests, and somehow she ended up in the fountain, even though percy hadn’t touched her. you’d been lost in the crowd around the fountain and once you’d broken out you found percy on the ground.

“perce! percy are you okay?” you tried to shake him awake to no avail, so you did the next best thing, slapping him awake. twice should do it. his eyes opened, focusing in on you, “i’m here, i’m fine, i know you care about me.” relieved, yet annoyed you hit his shoulder before you and grover helped him up.

and when he did wake up he spoke about what he saw. on the walk to your hearing percy went into detail. and you couldn’t help but feel scared, what the hell was going on?

and the two of you stuck with the story of nancy throughout, feeling betrayed when grover went against you. your own parents were out of town and you were freshly kicked out of school, percy’s home was also your own. you prepared yourself before the two of you entered the apartment, gabe wasn’t exactly a sight for sore eyes.

and soon enough yourself, percy and his mother were headed for montauk. you’d left over twenty four messages for your parents but it seemed none of them had made their way through.

“so all the stories, they’re all true?” percy was fast asleep in the front seat, and the book in your hands wasn’t all that interesting. sally nodded, “i know it’s all a lot for the two of you to take in,” if percy was a demigod, then were you too? “what am i? who’s my parent then? are my parents my parents? am i adopted?” sally stopped at the intersection abruptly, turning towards you with a sad smile, “sweetheart, it doesn’t matter. your parents love you no matter what, i know it. you’ll learn everything with time, i’ll tell you more when we’re all inside okay?”

the water droplets on the window were plentiful, some big, some small, some new and others falling. the storm outside was looming, loud and dark, but it seemed to bring you comfort in all honesty, you loved the rain. and as you sat and drove all you could think of was your future, and what it had in store for you.

you’d been in the kitchen whilst listening into sally explain to percy about his parentage, the gods and goddesses. you were sure if you heard anymore you’d pass out. percy’s outburst led you back to them.

“well i’m not a baby! i know there’s no such thing as monsters, i know there’s no such thing as gods and i know for certain that there’s no such thing as demigods.” the hand on percy’s shoulder brought him back down, “percy, why would your mother lie to you? no one on this earth loves you more than her, i think we should listen.” his face was riddled with confusion, “you’re telling me you believe this crap?”

before the conversation could get heated, grover’s appearance interrupted. “what the hell are you doing here? how did you get here?” grover sighed, as much as he wanted to explain he needed you all to get moving, “i promise i’ll explain everything but somethings coming,” percy and yourself took a step back, “grover.”

“and i know that sounds really bad,”

“grover?” he brushed the two of you off, continuing to ramble at sally.

“but the important thing is not to panic—”

“i’m not panicking.” sally rested her hands on her hip, “great! i’m also definitely not panicking. i feel very good about how we’re doing so far—” you closed your eyes, maybe when you opened them it’d go away. “grover!” you and percy shouted out at the same time, “what?”

you pointed towards his legs as percy spoke up, “why is there half a goat in your pants?” his legs were bare, mist not around.

as if the day couldn’t have gotten any crazier or exhausting for you and percy grover all of a sudden showed up and you were all on the move. sally was punching the accelerator, whilst grover continued to explain, “what are you?” grover turned to face you, “i’m a satyr. and i’m your protector. i was assigned to you but we didn’t know that y/n was special like you, so i guess i’m sort of protecting you both.”

“you’re my protector? and what y/n doesn’t get one?” you laughed, “no offence but i think i’m alright perce. if you’re our protector than shouldnt you have protected us at school? against nancy?”

“i protect you against actual evil,” you snorted, “the only evil is nancy’s personality, that should count.” percy managed a smile at your words. “if i hadn’t gotten you kicked out of school, you’d have never survived the night. and what’s chasing us now would have found you there easily.” it was like a truckload of information all at once, you felt like you were in a movie.

“the mist. it’s the veil that hides the magical world from the human world. my legs. dodds’ wings. even dodds’ absence, but it isn’t supposed to hide things from me. that never happens. something powerful is at work here. the sooner we get you two to camp, the better off you’re… you told them about camp, right?” grover looked towards sally for an answer as you moved his hand away from your face. grover tended to move them around when talking about something he was passionate about.

“not yet, no.” sally shook her head as you smiled, “you’re early remember?”

“camp is a sanctuary for half-bloods.” great now you were going to a summer camp. the more he divulged the more you began to understand. you’d always been told you were special, percy especially. you should’ve known you were meant for more. demi gods were never safe, that was obvious by the huge monster behind the car.

“is that the minotaur?”

“once the attacks start, they never let up. okay? dodds was just the beginning.” you twisted your body to get another look at it, “okay well if we’re being chased than maybe less talking and more runnin, driving, whatever just go!” you shouted out, your heart was ramming against your chest, your hands felt warm and jittery. you needed to move, to do something, you hated just sitting and relying on a car. you zoned out in time for percy’s regular jokes.

“he is still wearing underpants.” you giggled at him, “i wonder what size.”

“the mythomagic cards were training. everything has been training for what’s still ahead of you, and i know wherever percy goes, you go.” you rolled your eyes, “i always hated those stupid cards, guess i should’ve played huh?” percy cocked his head, “what’s ahead of me? of us?”

“kids,” you all turned to sally, her knuckles were turning pale white, an unrelenting grip on the wheel, “hold on, please.” you clutched on to the seatbelt and seats as you all were jolted around, dodging a car and attempting to evade the minotaur, which wasn’t exactly all that easy as he rammed into the car, horns penetrating sallys window.

she fought for control, her foot pressing down on the accelerator before you all ended up crashing.

the ground was wet and mushy, you felt dirt gather underneath your fingertips as you crawled out of the car. you could see sally helping percy out as grover made his way out. your leg was aching, a shard of glass caused a gash in your thigh and dragging it along the floor hurt like a bitch, “ah, shit!” you rolled over onto your back.

percy’s eyes darted towards you the second you cried out, “y/n!” he dashed towards you, sally and grover in tow. “are you okay? what happened? where does it hurt?” his eyes were frantic and his hands unsure, the sight of you hurt was more than enough to worry him. “i’m fine, i just, if we take the shard out and tie something around then it’ll stop the bleeding right?”

percy shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head, hoping it would clear it out, the whole situation was already stressful but his best friend injured? an absolute nightmare. “i— i don’t know! mom! what do we do?” he shouted as sally grabbed your jumper from inside, “move aside percy, let me help.” he didn’t want to, percy wanted to stay right by your side, but he knew she could help you where he couldn’t.

the make shift tourniquet did the job thankfully, but you were in and out from the loss of blood, the last thing you recall was sally jackson in the hands of the minotaur, and suddenly, gone.

your voice was stuck, trapped in your throat. your eyes stung immensely, waterline flooded. she was family to you, one of the sweetest people, supportive. and just like that, erased, just dust. your eyes searched your surroundings for percy, to see him, to help him, but all you could view was darkness as it took you far away.

the last thing you’d heard was grover yelling out for the two of you, “stay awake! please!” his pleads were unmet, as you were whisked away to a world of sleep.

the light was harsh on your eyes having just woken up, at least your bed was comfortable. but you still had no clue where you were. your body was stiff, needing to move around. as you shuffled to sit a voice called out for you.

“y/n!” you turned to see percy peering through the window, a large smile on his face as he promptly ran inside to you. “percy.” his arms wrapped tightly around you, squeezing hardly. “you’re killing me here.” you croaked out as he let go, taking a step back.

“i’m sorry. do you need something? are you hungry?”

“that i am, where are we?”

“camp half-blood, welcome y/n l/n.” an older boy spoke up from the doorway with his arms crossed, leaning on the frame. “luke.” percy recognised the boy, which made you feel at ease, “hi luke.” he smiled, “hey, how are you feeling?” you sighed lifting the blanket up and resting your feet on the floor, attempting to rise from the bed. “like i need to walk a bunch, is there food around?”

luke nodded his head before signalling you to follow, “is your leg okay?” the pain had lessened since the initial hit but it was still sore, “i think i’ll be okay, might have a limp. i can be a zombie for halloween maybe.” percy was glad you were making jokes, seemingly back to normal.

the camp was everything you could have dreamed of. straight out of the pages of a book or out of a movie, amazing scenery, nice enough people, and insane skills amongst them. you had no clue how you’d fit in. you’d settled into hermes’ cabin, your bag and bed next to percy’s.

“so, how long have you been awake?” you were pushing down on your mattress with your hands, testing the springs. the bed wasn’t as soft as you’d have liked it to be but you couldn’t exactly buy a new one.

“let’s go outside and talk.” percy muttered, leading the way. you were sat down behind the cabin now, percy slowly sliding down the wall to be next to you.

“i only woke up a few minutes before you, i saw chiron he’s a—something. and i met the camp director mr d, dionysus by the way. they wouldn’t let me go back into the infirmary until we finished talking.”

“why’d you want to come back so quickly?”

“your bracelet was missing, i didn’t know where it was so i was freaking out. anyways i saw the camp a little, and i came back for it and you were awake. i got, i got scared before.” percy couldn’t bring himself to look you in the eye, he felt nervous admitting it, his worry for you. your smile was wide as you recalled his own worry for the bracelet you’d made him.

“what? why?” he exhaled, his hands playing with his shirt, “i— i thought you wouldn’t wake up maybe.” you grabbed his hand, “i’m right here, there’s nothing to worry about perce. how are you feeling?” your voice was barely above a whisper, filled with sympathy and sorrow, you still hadn’t spoken about his mother.

“don’t.” he shook his head whilst averting his gaze, staring down at his hands. “don’t what? i’m not going to force you to talk about i promise, i just want to make sure you’re okay.” percy closed his eyes, “i can’t just,” percy breathed in, working up the courage to meet your eye, he hated the pity on your face, “just forget it, her.” you rested your hand on his neck, bringing him in, “no one’s asking you to percy, if there’s anything you need from me, or if you just want to sit and die of diabetes with every blue food in the world, i’ll be right there.”

“thank you.” his voice came out muffled against your shoulder. you tried your best to comfort him with a hand in his hair, you pulled him back to take a look at him. his eyes were glossy, a few tears had fallen free. using your sleeve you wiped them away, “now what demigod has the time for tears, percy jackson?”

you loved percy best like this, with a grin plastered on his face.

“yknow what we could use?” percy pulled you up from the ground, before you walked back to the cabin. “and what exactly is that m’lady?” you rolled your eyes, “first of all i despise your british accent and second, a nap!”

percy was sweating profusely, his nightmare having jolted him up from his bed. his jittery movements concerned you, book in your hands forgotten as you surged forwards, “perce? you okay?” his eyes were blown and chest heaving, but at the sight of you he relaxed, “yeah, yeah i’m fine.”

“you okay?” luke stood infront of the two of you, arms crossed, “super.” percy snipped back as you swatted his arm, “be nice.” your voice was firm, and you knew how percy was, you’d say sarcasm was probably his middle name if you hadn’t already known it.

“we all have them, you know.” luke clicked his tongue, taking a step closer. “intense, recurring nightmares. that’s normal here.” his words were surprising to you, knowing that yourself and percy rarely fit in.

“and the daydreams, and the ADHD, and dyslexia. demigods just process reality differently, than humans do. for the first time in your life, you’re just like everyone else.” you let out a sigh, whether of relief or sadness you didn’t know. did you want to fit in? be the same as everyone else? nothing special?

“so are you also… do you not know who your—“ lukes lips pressed into a thin line, knowing what percy insinuated, “am i… unclaimed?” the two of you nodded in unison, “no, hermes is my father. that doesn’t matter, we’re all on the same team here.”

percy’s agitation was obvious, as well as reasonable and it was exactly how you felt. “each kid is brought here and made to wait around until their parent decides to pick up the phone? pick up— whatever. how is that fair?“ percy nodded along, “she’s right, why is that okay? why do they get to bring us here to just ignore some of us?” you did feel bad for luke, you felt as if the two of you were bombarding him with questions and expecting him to hold all of life’s answers.

“spend too much time trying to figure out why the gods do whatever it is they do, you’ll drive yourself crazy. sooner you stop worrying about that, the sooner you can enjoy what this place actually does offer.”

percy’s interest piqued, “and what’s that?”

“glory.”

you’d spent hours trying different things. percy almost hit a bunch of campers with an arrow, whilst you’d hit the bullseye, much to your elation. the both of you were absolutely horrendous at welding, which you figured. the only thing that had stuck with you through out the day was the idea of offerings. and you knew percy was thinking the same thing.

the smell of fire invaded your senses as percy threw in the thing that meant most, whilst you sat by him and wondered if it would actually work, would she be able to hear you? you’d zoned out for a bit, feeling as if you were intruding whilst he talked.

“i hope you’re sitting down, but… i think… i’ve made some friends here. like, real friends. y/n and i, we might actually fit in for once.” you beamed at the thought, yet not wanting to interrupt so you settled for nudging his shoulder to which he smiled at you, “i think they might really like me. imagine that. he isn’t here. my father, he just… didn’t show. i mean, ignoring me is one thing, but he doesn’t get to ignore you. i’m gonna make him come down here. i’m gonna make him see me, i’m gonna make him see us both.” and with that he blew out the fire, a small flicker of hope ignited inside.

“we’re going to get her back percy, i swear.”

and that was the end of your pleasant night, the reign of terror, clarisse and others were infront of your cabin. and that’s where your night went haywire.

you and percy were thrown to the floor roughly, landing on your bad thigh caused you to shout in pain. “aw, does someone have a scratch? where’d you get it from? the minotaur?” the girl was blonde, and you had no clue who she was but her mocking tone made you want to punch her in the face.

“do you think you’re special? better than everyone else?”

“no.”

“tell me you made it all up about the minotaur, and I’ll let you go. maybe to impress your friend here? you practically have heart eyes when you look at her.” clarisse approached you, “don’t touch her!” percy shouted as clarisse chuckled, “why not? you gonna stop me?”

“he didn’t make anything up.” you responded to her question since percy hadn’t, with her harsh glare you prayed for the earth to swallow you whole. “she’s right, i didn’t make anything up.” clarisse was hoping for truthfulness from percy, she couldn’t tell if she was disappointed or happy, she could teach him a lesson.

“some kids gotta learn the hard way.” the two other girls charged towards percy before abruptly walking around him, dragging you up by the elbows. “hey! if you’re mad at me then hurt me! don’t touch her! let her go!” clarisse held percy back as the girls forced you to your knees, “guys i appreciate the sentiment but i’m not all that thirsty.” please tell me this wasn’t used recently.

percy thrashed around in her grip, desperate to save you, “you really like her don’t you? not a single ounce of fight in you when it’s your ass on the line but for her,” his chest heaved, and his hands clenched, he wasn’t commonly violent, but a beat down on clarisse seemed amazing right about now.

“get off her! y/n!” your eyes were clenched shut in an attempt to prepare yourself, holding your breath, yet nothing happened. when you peeled your eyes open you were met with an empty toilet bowl.

“please tell me you guys didn’t drink it yourselves.” if it wasn’t already an indication of her irritation based on the scowl on her face the second-grade ‘you stole my swing’ type of pull at your hair dragged you back to younger self. but what really awakened you were the three tentacle like forms of water, “what the hell?” the harsh collision of your back on the wall saved you from the attack. the girls all staggered around, careful of the water before scurrying out.

percy rushed over to you, hands cradling your face, “are you okay? did they hurt you? you didn’t touch the water did you?” you raised your hand to cut off percy’s rambling, “i’m fine, but what the hell was that?” he shook his head, “not a single idea in my head.” percy slumped opposite of you, “there’s not much in your head either way.” percy placed his hand on his heart, feigning shock and hurt, “how dare you!” your giggles rejuvenated percy, your smile was all he needed to be happy again.

the figure of someone at the door caused you to shoot up, careful of the water, you saw annabeth come into view. crap.

“we can explain.” you both held up your hands, caught at the scene of the crime and afraid of the consequences. “no, you can’t.” percy nodded in agreement, “okay,” the girls face resonated with percy, eyebrows knitting together in confusion as he tried to recall how, “wait, I know you.”

annabeth shrugged her shoulders, “no, you don’t.” percy stepped forwards infront of you, directly inline with her, “yeah, but you were there. that night in the infirmary.” you couldn’t recall seeing her there when you woke up, “i don’t think she was, i don’t remember seeing you.” anabeth peered down at her shoes before returning to the conversation.

“yes. i’m annabeth.” she introduced herself, you’d heard of her a bit from other campers, daughter of athena.

“are you stalking us, annabeth?”

“yes.” her bluntness was something you didn’t expect. “okay. why?” you inquired further, “well, i’ve been waiting to see if something like this would happen. “so i’d know if you can help me.”

“you’ve been waiting for me to get my head in a toilet and for percy to be manhandled? well, girlhandled.” percy was confused, “help you do what?”

“win capture the flag.”

the helmets weren’t exactly the most comfortable but you figured keeping your brain in your skull was more crucial.

you walked next to luke with percy on the left of him, “you’re gonna love this. campwide mock warfare, all glory to the victors. annabeth’s the head counselor of the athena cabin. she’s led our team to three straight wins. been a long time since anyone’s won a fourth.”

“she was there in the bathroom, she said she’d been waiting for it to happen.”

“annabeth sees the world differently. always six steps ahead of everyone else. you should cut her a break.” you scoffed, “cut her a break for what? her life seems perfectly fine.” luke shook his head, “not everything’s as it seems y/n.”

“whose side are you on, anyway?”

luke stopped and turned towards percy, “oh, hers, always. she’s my little sister. maybe I should back up.” you nodded, “i think we should sit down if we’re going to be getting an origin story here.”

luke’s entire story of how he and annabeth got to camp made you regret your earlier comments of an easy life. she’d been fighting since she was a child, it’s all she’s known. “she’s been watching us since we got here. why?”

“annabeth is the strongest warrior in camp, the only way left to prove herself is to go on a quest.”

“and what does this have to do with us?”

“chiron’s been promising her for years. one day, a demigod would arrive who was fated to go on a quest that even chiron couldn’t prevent. and when that happened, she could join it. every new arrival, or, arrivals in your case, annabeth watches, looking for a sign they’re the one. usually, she gives up after a day or two, but she’s still watching you two.”

“can you ask her to knock it off?” as much as you hated to admit it, she did kind of freak you out, “i agree, we’re not going on some magical quest any time soon.”

“yeah, sure. but you never know, what if she’s right?” the conch shell blowing in the distance alerted you all.

it was battle time.

as you walked behind luke you couldn’t help your nervousness, which percy always noticed. “hey,” his voice was soft and reassuring, a hand on your shoulder, “we’re gonna be fine, it’s just a friendly game. we’ve won three times and we’re going to get a fourth since they have us brilliant additions of course.” percy literally bowed in front of you as if being applauded for a performance as you chuckled, “oh please, you cant win with idiocy percy.”

“that is extremely offensive! how many times have i beaten you in monopoly?”

“ohh, you want to talk about monopoly mr bank robber? do you honestly think no one noticed when you randomly turn in broken change and grab even more bigger notes? or the fact that three houses does not make a hotel!” clarisse watched the two of you fool around from afar, she was going to make you pay.

the pebble you’d thrown clattered against percy’s armour, “hey! what was that for?” you groaned out loud, your head lolling back, meeting the log. “if you keep flossing i’m going to push you myself perce. you need to take this more serious—” the girls surrounded you from every angle, swords in hand as you rose from the floor, your own sword clutched tightly.

“flags that way, it’s not here.” clarisse smirked, “we know. yeah, glory’s fine. revenge is more fun.” her spear crackled as they all surged forwards, time to fight, it’s now or never.

clarisse’s scream was deafening. “so much for friendly huh?” percy shook his head, “not now! you can tell me how wrong i was when we’re out of here.” for some reason once they’d begun their attack, you’d never felt more alive. as if you were born for this, to fight. every sword and hit that came your way was met with double the force, hurling people backwards as you tried to make your way to percy’s side. one of the girls was sly, managing to corner you on the boardwalk near by.

her knee, she’s weak in the knees.

the voice echoed through your head, as if compelled you followed up on it as the girl went down almost immediately. thank you very much random voice! the sound of cheers floated through the air as you saw luke plant the flag in the ground.

4 — 0.

perhaps you’d been distracted by the people, or maybe it was percy being held by his armour courtesy of clarisse. either way you didn’t notice the girl lunging your way, not until the cold water engulfed your body.

you’d never learnt to properly swim.

percy’s footsteps drummed through the air, each step heavy and weighed down with purpose. he had to get to you, now. the second you’d hit the water he was on the ground running. it had only been about five seconds at most yet percy was already at your previous spot, diving in head first.

act now, think later.

your eyesight was blurry as the two of you resurfaced, the first thing you spotted the crowd on the shoreline, they waited with bated breath, your team cheering once the two of you were back up. “i’m so sorry, i said i would protect you but clarisse— i was so scared when i saw you get pushed, i think i froze up. i should’ve listened to you, i should’ve taken it more seriously. this is all my fault.” he was holding onto your face for dear life, afraid to let go.

percy had dived head first into the water for you, no hesitation. he put himself at risk for you. he always knew what to say and what to do. percy was your person. you’d been an idiot, why’d it take so long for you to realise what you knew deep down?

you love percy jackson. and not in a friend way, in a love way. in the best way.

your lips were pressed on his in seconds, you weren’t in a hurry, not desperate, not messy. just passionate and deep, as if you were trying to convey your feelings through it. you were simultaneously trying your hardest to remember this moment. percy’s cold hands on your cheeks, both of you sopping wet, nothing else mattered to you, until he kissed back. percy on the other hand was desperate, he’d been waiting for so long, settling for the title of best friend. he had you in his arms, he’d already lost his own mother, he wasn’t going to lose his other half.

his hair tousled, curls sticking to his face, yours dripping wet, hands on your neck as you clutched his. “what are we percy?” he grinned, “whatever we want to be.” the pair of you may have forgotten the fact that you were currently surrounded by campers, but the deafening cheers and shouts of support warmed your heart. surely a kiss didn’t elicit such a reaction? yes it did, but also the fact that a trident loomed over percy’s head.

percy jackson, son of poseidon.

the two of you walked with a literal army of people, friends, even. for once you both felt as if you belonged.

luke was unbearable, taking any chance he could to tease the two of you, “my little campers, all grown up.” he fake-cried, wiping false tears from his eyes as you poked him, “now if we can find someone then where’s your partner pal?” percy laughed, “please never say pal again.” you turned his way, scrunching your nose, “doesn’t work does it?” he shook his head as the three of you chuckled.

“but seriously, you two are made for each other, i’m happy for you.” as you reached the cabin you couldn’t help yourself as you hugged luke by surprise, “thank you. we’ll be in soon, we just have a bit to talk about.” luke made his way inside as the two of you turned to walk away but not before hearing him call out, “keep your hands to yourself percy!” percy rolled his eyes as you smiled.

the two of you sat at the boardwalk again, feet dangling off. you’d been discussing the quest, as well as the fact that it was only undertaken by three.

“so, you, me, anabeth and grover. percy i know school sucks but if you could count those names on your fingers for me please.” percy groaned as you laughed at your own joke, “i know, i know. but i figure four heads are better than three.” your legs swung back and forth as you shrugged your shoulders, “we could fold grover into a box and take him with us secretly.” percy suggested.

“yeah, maybe.” your voice was quieter than before, eliciting concern from percy, “hey? you okay?” you were fidgeting again, this time with the black bracelet you’d made for him. he met your eyes with a smile as he lifted your head by the chin.

“i promise, i’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.” and for once you could feel how serious he was, “thank you perce, you— have been apart of my life since i was little. i don’t think there’s a single person i trust more on this planet than you. i’m sorry, for everything you’ve gone through. i swear, we’re going to make it out of this. we’re going to find your mother, we’re going to find the lighting bolt, and everything can return to normal. well, besides the fact that we’re all demigods and all.” the laughter was bittersweet, a moment of peace before you embarked on the quest.

“you’re beautiful you know that?” he whispered to you, as if he was afraid for others to hear. you grinned at his words, leaning in towards him as he followed, “i know, you make it a point to tell me at least once a day. but you, percy, are as gorgeous as the calm seas.”

you wiggled your finger in his face as he swatted it away, “if i had known my girlfriend was a poet i would’ve had every word of yours written down.” you felt fuzzy, warm. with percy you felt a million ways, all of them good.

as cheesy as he was you loved him.

“look at us, exploring a whole new world.”

“did you just aladdin me?”

“yup, do you think they have a flying carpet here?”

“why so zeus can strike it down when he’s angry? i feel like the gods are all little kids throwing temper tantrums.” percy shushed you, “they might be listening.” he joked as you punched him.

“i hope they are. so they know, we’re coming for them.”

“holy shit that was a badass line.”

“perce?”

“yeah?”

“you’re ruining it.”

[charrlote365]

The Fox's Roulette.

Reference Idol: fromis_9 LEE SAEROM Word Count: 15.798 Tags: Romance, pits, Kpop idol, fromis_9, Lee Saerom

PART 1 The neon lights from street flickered through the window, casting a yellow ray across the polished counter of my bar(PIC 1). The bar has already closed but I was not quite finish working yet, because tonight, my regular customer, also a close friend was visiting. Fate indeed works in a mysterious way, I never thought owning and working in a bar would give me a chance to have a KPOP idol as a friend. Saerom, the leader of fromis_9(PIC2), honored my humble establishment as her first choice to have her favorite activity: Drinking.

Saerom and I had formed a friendship over the years. Despite her celebrity status, she found happiness and comfort in my small bar, away from the spotlight world. I knew her even before we were friends, because after all, I was also a Flover, and you don't have to guess who is my ult bias. It's her. Thankfully she didn't know about this, so we can have a comfortable chit chats. I always know that she was a shy soul, despite of her sharp glares on performances.

As the late night seeping through, the empty glasses were pilling up, yet Saerom's laughter filled the air. She looked happier than usual(PIC3), her cheeks flushed with the warmth of the alcohol. I watched her with a mixture of amusement and concern, knowing she had drunk a bit too much than usual.

"Hey, Saerom," I said, leaning against the counter. "You've had quite a few tonight. Maybe it's time to call it a night?"

Saerom pouted, raising a glass filled with beer high up, her gaze unfocused(PIC4). "But I don't wanna go home yet. I drove here by myself, so I can't drive back home now. You don't want anything bad happen to me, your biggest spender, do you?? bad bad bartender.. hehe..hiccups. Hey, can't I just stay here with you?"

PART 2 I can't believe what I just heard. "What did she just say?!!", I shouted loud in my heart. I hesitated, torn between my duty as a caring friend and the unspoken rules of propriety both as a fan and decent human being. But it seems the devil has won this time, I just can't let go this chance, to spend the night together with my most beloved person on earth, Lee, Saerom.

"Yeah, yeah, alright," I relented with a smile. "You can stay, but only if you promise not to cause too much trouble."

Saerom grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I promise."

As the night deepen, Saerom and I settled into our usual spot by the tinted window. The conversation flowed effortlessly between us, filled by laughter and personal stories.

"Hey," she said hesitantly, her voice was swaying around. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," I replied, trying to guess why the sudden change of mood.

Saerom hesitated for a moment, her gaze fixed on the swirling liquid in her glass as if searching for the right words. "Are you… a fan of our group?"

Panic gripped me as I struggled with the secret I kept. I wondered why she asked that so suddenly. But with a deep breath, I looked her in the eye and confessed, letting honesty flow from within.

"Yes," I admitted, the word slipping out before I could stop it. "I am."

Saerom's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? I had no idea."

"Well, I'm glad that you do. At least I know you like us as a KPOP group, I think we're not doing that bad afterall", she said with a giggle yet with a slight hint of sadness.

"So! Next question! Who do you like the most in fromis?" Saerom asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

I felt my heart skip a beat, panic rising in my chest. I hadn't expected her to ask that now, and now my secret admiration for her was on the brink of being exposed. I searched for words, trying to think what answer should I give.

"Well, um…" I stammered, rubbing the back of my neck nervously. "Honestly, it's you."

Saerom's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, I feared I had crossed a line. But then, a warm smile spread across her face, and she leaned in closer, she put her hand on mine.

"Really? You don't need to lie to me" she asked softly, her voice filled with genuine excitement.

I nodded quickly, feeling the tension ease. "Yeah, I swear. I'm dead serious."

"What about me? Why am I your favorite?" she asked while closing her eyes with a gentle smile on her face, waiting for me to spill all her good qualities.

"It's how you're so talented and dedicated, yet still so humble. You have incredible stage presence, but you're also kind and down-to-earth. And then your smile always lights up the room and makes everyone around you feel special. You have this way of making people feel seen and appreciated. That's what makes you my favorite, and also to be honest, I really like your visual"

Saerom's eyes softened, and she squeezed my hand gently. "Aww you're making me shy now but thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "That means a lot to me."

"Hey," she began, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "I have an idea. Wait here."

Before I could ask what she meant, she stood up from her chair and disappeared into the back room where she'd left her bag. A few moments later, she returned, holding a neatly folded outfit.

"I brought my idol outfit from last performance," she explained, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "I thought… maybe I could change into it. As a thank you. For being such a great friend and fan."

I blinked, taken aback by her unexpected offer. "Are you sure? You don't have to do that."

Saerom nodded, her smile widening. "I want to. Just give me a minute."

With that, she went into the restroom, leaving me to process the surreal turn of events. My heart raced with anticipation as I imagined her in the dazzling outfit I'd only seen if I went to the stage.

PART 3 A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and Saerom stepped out. She was a vision in her idol attire, the sparkling white dress catching the light and casting a radiant glow around her. She struck a playful pose, clearly enjoying the moment(VID 1).

"So," she said, twirling her body slightly, "what do you think?"

I was frozen. She always look amazing, but able to see her up close in her idol mode hit different. "You look amazing," I finally managed to say something, my voice filled with admiration. "Thank you, Saerom, This means a lot for me."

"I'm glad you like it," she said softly. "I had wanted to do something special for you anyways". "Btw, I feel a lil bit bored, let’s play a game,” she suggested, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Roulette. But with cards. We’ll guess if it’s black or red. Whoever wins gets to ask the loser to do a truth or dare.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “A little risky, don’t you think?”

She giggled, “That’s the fun part! Besides, you can’t back out now. your beloved Saerom has challenged you! hehe”

I couldn’t resist her playful challenge. I Grabbed a deck of cards from behind the bar, I shuffled them thoroughly and folded one card in half, placing it in front of us. Saerom watched with focus, although I knew she was absolutely drunk like a drunk overworked old man.

“Ladies first,” I said, gesturing to the card.

“Red,” she declared confidently.

I unfolded the card—black. She groaned dramatically, throwing her head back. “Alright, bartender. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” I replied, not wanting to waste my chance.

She leaned closer, her alcohol reeked warm breath against my nose. “so my Master, what is you first command?", she said jokingly.

PART 4 I chuckled, while thinking. "May I take pictures of you tonight?". She slightly tilted her head back, "Is that all? I don't have to do anything?". "Yes, that's enough for now", I answered while taking my first picture of her on that night (PIC 5). She looked very gorgeous, her eyes are beautiful, and I couldn't believe it that I was the only person her eyes are looking at for the whole night.

We continued the game. This time my turn. “Black.”

Saerom’s eyes twinkled as she unfolded the card—red. She clapped her hands in delight. “Yes! Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” I said, feeling a bit excited.

Her eyes scanned the empty bar, almost like checking if we're really alone, then returned to me with a sudden foxy smile. “I dare you..to show me your kinks through action, you can't back down now! haha!”

I was frozen. "A-are you crazy? I think you drank too much". "No..I'm not joking..", she replied. I looked deep into her eyes trying to confirm her decision, and it seemed she's excited about it. With that, I then asked her to raise her arms, exposing her milky, foldy pits that I love so much(PIC 6). Feeling a bit shy, I closed my eyes then moved my head closer to her pits, the scent of her perfume mixed with her sweat becoming more pronounced. They smelled sweet, almost flowerily. She tilted her arms back slightly, giving me better access, and my heart raced as I put my nose right on her pits and breathed in the delicate smell from her. I lost myself from her scent that I kissed her pits and licked them. She giggled slightly from the tickle yet didn't say anything. I kept continuing kissing and licking her pits, savoring the slightly salty, sweet and sour taste of her foldy pits meat and fat. The scent, the warmth of her pits filling my tongue, emitting an intimate taste that made my heart beats faster. Her hair brushed against my cheek, and I could feel the slight rise and fall of her breath. The world outside the bar seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us in this moment.

PART 5 Regaining my consciousness, I realized I had gone too far. "I-I'm, sorry! I think I got carried away!"

She smiled shyly , her eyes were like she's in absolute intoxication, her breath was uncontrollable from what I just did to her, “It's okay, that was fun, I kinda enjoyed it”, she said with a giggle, her voice was gentle.

Alright, Round three. Saerom guessed red again, and this time she got it wrong again. She didn’t hesitate. “Truth or dare?”, I asked.

“Dare,” she said, feeling bold after what just happened.

She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. “So what do you want me to do?”, while looking sweetly to me.

I paused, considering. I must have gone crazy that time, because my very next request, was asking her to take off her clothes.

Saerom raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. She hesitated for a moment, then smiled, accepting the challenge. She held up her hands and began to slowly taking off her white dress, one finger at a time, clamping down her dress hook, then her bra, and lastly, her nipple pads. Her movements were deliberate and almost mesmerizing. I have never seen a woman undressing in front of me, let alone someone that I adore very much. Flovers keep calling her fox, but what I see she's more like a swan, every gestures she made was so satisfying to see, she almost like a ballerina, gentle and grand.

Her nipple pads came off, revealing her breast. I have never been so intimate to anyone in my life, yet right now I finally able to get into the hidden part of her personal world. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she neatly folded the dress and bras and set them aside.

“There,” she said, her eyes twinkling with a mix of challenge and shyness. “I'm nude now. Happy?” (PIC 7)

“Very much,” I replied, my heart beating faster, I couldn't even blink, my eyes are locked onto her breasts. There was something about seeing her like this, more relaxed and natural, that made the moment even more special. I gulped, while holding myself from doing anything stupid.

Round four. I guessed black, and won. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” I said, my confidence somehow went unwavering.

I grinned, leaning closer to her. “Now, I dare you to make me as your lover tonight”.

PART 6 Without missing a beat, Saerom stood up, with bare naked body. Without a single word, she came to me and sat on my lap, facing me so closely. She kissed my lips, we ate each other lips and tongue like its a alcohol laced lollipop, it was sweet, sticky, intoxicating and I couldn't get enough of it. I was overwhelmed with all the feelings. Love, Lust and sense of loyalty filled my head all at once. She let out a little moan as I started to kiss her neck. I teased her by gently groped her breasts. she let out a little groan again, only turning me on more. I slowly started to kiss her down her chest, on her tits, sucking on her nipples. I kissed down to her tummy, while gripping hard on her thighs, then removed her underpants. I carried her on my shoulder like she was a doll. Her bare skin pressed against my chest and shoulder, they were so soft yet tender. Her body is truly the epitome of health. I laid her down on a sofa I had in the bar and I spread her legs out for me. I could see her bare pussy, open wide for me, they're perfectly shaved, with small labia and slightly pinkish. Some transparent liquid was oozing out from the precious hole, they looked almost like its begging me start stick in something into it.

I licked all the love juice that was oozing out, swallowed it, and gently bit her clit as she let out another moan. She was too perfect, too much of a goddess. she deserved the best this world could offer. My feelings to her has grown from a friend, to a fan and now the only thing I want in the world is to spend the rest of my life with her. I love her, I love her so much I could die at any moment. She started to moan louder as I licked and sucked hard. I put my fingers in her entrance and started pumping my 2 fingers into her at the same time. I curled up my fingers, making sure to hit her g-spot every time. I thrusted hard while my other hand rubbing her clit fast. I sucked her breast again, making sure all her sensitive parts are teased. Her breath hitched and she started to moan louder and finally her body convulsed wildly as she finally came. that's all I needed to know i was doing a good job. I used my hand to hold on to her hips and arched her body forward, so that we're now facing each other very closely.

PART 7 Her eyes met mine, we exchanged our breath from very close proximity and for a moment, the world seemed to pause. We then shared a kiss, turning all of our emotions into physical contact. Now that she knows I love her pits, I asked her if I could rub my dick onto her pits. She was shyly hesitant at first but she could not refuse it. She then sat on the floor raising her hands up while I stick my dick's tip on her pit fold and started rubbing it all over her pits(PIC8). I could feel the texture and the warmth from her lymph node, her pits actually enclaved deep enough to enclose my whole dick's tip. Fckkk suddenly I felt was going to come but I managed to hold it. I then moved to her back and asked her to squeeze my dick with her pits and inner arms like a sandwich. I knew she does workout regularly and that explained why her arms felt tight like a pussy. I rubbed my dick into her pits slits faster and faster, her sweat and my pre-cum made her pits extra wet and slimy as she clamped down even tighter and let out a moan "emmwahh", her moan was so cute that I finally couldn't hold it, "Ahh!! Saerom ahh!!" I spurted out my cement all over her pits and breast. My heart beat so fast that it could stop any moment and I was so lightheaded I thought I would faint, I have never felt so weak yet completed and happy in my life.

After that, she borrowed my bathroom to take a shower, while I cleaned up the mess we made on the bar's floor. When she was finished, she came out still fully naked, sitting on the bar's chair asking for a glass of scotch. "Really? more drinks??" I was baffled. "Of course! Drinking is number one!" with a smirk on her face(PIC 9). Looking at her breasts suddenly made my dick standing hard rock again, and it was clearly visible to her. Suddenly, she smiled naughtily and whispered, "Hey, wanna go another roulette round after this?" -End

[eloquentlytired]

the knight — a logan howlett fic

pairing: old! logan howlett x plus size! reader

warnings for this fic: age gap, built up tension, eventual smut, reader is over 20, cheating, timetable is set centuries ago (18th-wise maybe) except rotten mindsets/opinions, fatphobia, the royals suck a$$ but who's surprised, themes of violence and blood

summary: you're of the highest noble class and married off to your land’s prince. during your time in the palace and your struggling effort to fit in, you realize that no one is what they claim to be except one man alone. logan howlett, the king’s right hand and best knight, strips himself off every comfort and sworn oath as he accompanies you through the horror of royalty. in the end, your feelings shift and chaos ensues.

Prologue

There was nothing uncommon about a girl of a noble family being forced to marry a man of an even wealthier better status. Except the damn prince. Your parents were delighted and had arranged everything themselves when the question was asked to them. Not to you.

A lady had no say in her marriage after all, unless she was commonly born.

“Maybe he's nice.” Your maid said as she packed your things for tomorrow’s moving. You'd been living in a castle, a castle of all things, alongside your new husband starting tomorrow.

“Maybe he's the worst.” Your voice barely came out as you sat on your bed, fidgeting with your night dress.

Cassandra, your maid and best friend, sat by your side with a reassuring smile. “Well in that case I will have to whoop him once in a while, won't I?”

She knew you like the back of her hand so it was easy to cast light upon your sour mood and expression.

You both gazed at each other and began laughing as you held her.

“I will miss you. I'll try to visit as soon as I can.” You promised her and Cassandra graced you with her signature loving smile.

“May the gods give you everything you wish for.” And to her words, you prayed the same.

The ride to the castle was not bad, just tiring. You did this travel alongside your father who put on his best facade before the queen and king. It felt surreal, and more so anxious, to stand before the most important people of this land.

You bowed before them just like you were taught, with your shaky hands gripping your dress.

“Let me see you.” The queen cooed while gripping your chin harshly. Your image of her immediately shifted from a fairy to whatever monster may look like her.

“Such a beauty, isn't she?” Your father asked before he was rudely interrupted.

“Now now. Adjustments can be made.” The Queen said in a monotonous voice which made your blood freeze within you.

Adjustments?

You didn't dare move as she continued inspecting you under the silence of her husband the King and your father. Her long, thin fingers moved creepily around your face resembling spider legs.

“You’re a full girl but I have just the solution. I too had to drop the cakes you know.” She laughed, then the King laughed then your father. It was a strained sound coming from him, something that was forced for the whole purpose of pleasing his queen, but it still wounded you inside.

You felt thankful when you were quickly dismissed so that your father would discuss the marriage details with the queen and the king.

Your new maid, who didn't seem to be over eighteen, was the sweetest girl ever. She escorted you to your chambers immediately and began sorting out whatever you'd brought along.

“What is your name?” You asked her and you were sad to see her so startled, almost fearful. Were they treating her badly here?

The girl looked at you and spoke with a stutter.

“Ariadne, my princess.” What a pretty name, you thought.

“Well, Ariadne, it's nice to meet you. And please call me by my name, not a formal title.” The girl seemed to ease up slowly when you introduced yourself and looked at her so kindly, almost motherly.

You spent your afternoon being pampered by servants to an overwhelming point. In the bath, when you brushed your hair, when you clothed yourself, even when you were to paint your face with your personal make-up they would not let you do it alone.

“The queen likes red, princess.” Ariadne whispered in your ear when she saw your confused expression. You didn't bother correcting her when she called you by formality. You were too overwhelmed at that moment.

When the preparations were finally done, you turned to the mirror only to find a reflection... unknown.

“You look marvelous, princess.” The maids around you complimented and did some final adjustments to your red dress and makeup. The dress itself was red all over made of expensive fabric. The skirt was high and bouncy around you and the corset beneath was all but allowing you to breath. The corset’s tightness forced your breasts to be pushed into a higher position — they were evidently exposed because of the dress’ low cleavage.

“Perhaps there's something I could wear over this?” You asked but they all looked at you as if you were crazy.

“Her Majesty chose this for you. Said it's most suitable for a girl like you.”

The reply you received from one of the maids made you wonder. What exactly did that mean? In the back of your mind you knew all too well that she was referring to your body but once again you did not speak.

You were with your father, walking around the palace grounds and getting familiar with the gigantic space that overwhelmed you. Your arm was comfortably hooked around his own as you walked.

“How do you find your new home?” He asked with a grin upon his face, one you didn't want to ruin.

“It’s lovely, father.”

Your lack of effort went unnoticed by him per usual.

The sound of commotion startled both of you, making you stare at each other. You pulled away from your father and walked towards the large windows of the castle, gazing down at the courtyard. And then you saw him.

The prince was obvious amongst the many guards that surrounded him, wearing his distinguished cape and a crown smaller than the king's and queen's. He stood proudly upon his horse, blonde hair and blue eyes shimmering but it wasn't enough to draw your attention.

Your father hurriedly marched by your side and spoke. “That’s your husband to be. The most handsome in this kingdom indeed.”

His words barely registered into your mind.

Your gaze was fixated elsewhere as you stared at the royal guard riding beside the prince; a worn out face, an ashy coloured beard and a proudly puffed out chest. He looked like he'd seen better days or that he'd barely smiled in his whole life but even then you couldn't stop staring.

“Yes. The most handsome.” Was all you could say in response to your father as he held your hand and pulled you away from the window.

The prince turned to his right hand, to his most essential and strongest guard.

“Being a prince is a wonderful thing, wouldn't you say sir Howlett?” The prince asked as he addressed the knight by his side.

Logan nodded in response, his years of service having taught him better than to disagree with the hands that fed him.

“That is correct, my prince.”

His eyes glanced at the young boy — a ruler to be. But Logan knew there was no hope for this land and Kingdom; not if this was their future king.

“But being King is more than wonderful. And I intend to experience that glory with you as my protector.” The way those words came out of the prince's mouth was different — cruel and thirsty. Logan had heard that tone before. From men overwhelmed with power that in the end ended up dead.

“Of course, my prince.”

Something alarmed Logan, like a scratch by the ear.

He snapped his head to the left and gazed at the palace’s high windows. There was no one there but he felt his gaze and presence drawn to whatever that area was; the same area that you had walked by with your father.

As he and the guards parted from the prince to enter the stables, he heard whispers that barely intrigued him.

“The new princess, our future queen, has arrived.” His ears picked up many comments — good and bad — but he paid no mind as he took care of his horse.

“Are you not curious to see her, Logan?” One of his fellows in the royal guard asked while the others replied for him.

“He is the prince’s right hand. He will see whether he likes it or not.” The men laughed but Logan busied himself with cleaning after his horse, scrubbing its brown fur silently.

Another knight interfered while slowly retreating from the stables.

“You better tell us if she's worth it!”

Logan gave him a dirty look before resuming his work quietly.

He was just about done caring for his horse when a servant boy approached him, carrying a paper wrapped package in his arms. The boy seemed flushed and out of breath, signaling that he'd been in a hurry.

“Sir Howlett!” The servant boy called and Logan looked at him while wiping his arms with an old rug.

“Spill it,kid.” He mumbled in a tired tone.

“The prince demands your presence in tonight’s dinner.” Logan paused.

“It is Scott’s shift—”

The servant boy cut him off. “H—He said he'll cut off my head if you decline.”

Yes. Those were the moments he hated, the moments he considered rebellion or brutality. But he also knew better than to have an entire royal army chase after him on the crown’s behalf.

“I'll do it. Go home,kid.” He ignored the youthful tears and the repeated thank yous of the servant boy as he ran away. Logan knew how it was, how it felt. He wouldn't say you're welcome for not taking away a life; all of that process was fucked up.

The time for dinner was nearing as Logan dressed himself with a newer, cleaner armor. One that was requested by the prince himself.

Logan stared in the mirror of the confined room he lived in. His reflection was someone unknown.

“Let’s do this.” He whispered gruffly as his hands instinctively wrapped around his sword.

He could feel it in his old bones and the fluttering sensation in his gut. Tonight would make everything shift.

author’s note: hi lovelies. this is so self indulgent ngl 😭 I have somehow already written the first chapter too but I'll post it tomorrow. just felt really inspired all of a sudden. also noticed the reflection parallels with the reader and Logan? I stan! hope u enjoyed and if u like this pls leave a like, reblog and comment!🩷

[l0vergirlv0mit]

Take Me There

18+ mdni

Pairing: sub!Sevika x domPiltover!Reader

Warning: sub dom dynamics, fingering, head, Sevika calls you baby a lot, degrading, biting, angst but it works out.

A/n: y’all know how people with really authoritarian jobs like to be dominated in bed. Yeah. I was gonna just write smut but then I just haddd to make make myself sad!!! Also I haven’t written in a while so I’m rusty.

It’s the same dance. Every couple days there’s a knock at the French doors of your balcony. And there she is leaned up against the railing, the moonlight glistening in her gray eyes. She always meets you with a pleading look. Her eyes shifty as to makes sure no one sees her when she crashes her lips to yours.

Tonight was no different. Your family is quite wealthy and it’s apparent. Your gorgeous apartment is dimly lit by only a couple candles. You take a long drag of your cigarette with your feet up on your vanity, leaning back in your chair, you wait for her.

Leaving the doors to your balcony open for her you weren’t in the mood to wait tonight. This had been going on for a little over a year. Being each other’s secret, it’s hard to tell who has more to lose from this relationship. You being from Piltover and her being from Zaun, especially with her status, you can see the disappointment on your loved ones faces now. You blow a ring of smoke into the air.

Mind wondering to the vast expanse of her back. Images of her swirl in your mind, how you yearned to pull the dirtiest noises out of her. It’s been longer than she’d usually goe without seeing you. And boy would she hear about it. On nights like these you couldn’t give too shits what people thought about the both of you. You just wanted her.

And like clock work heavy feet land on your balcony. Your curtains blowing into the room. Sevika takes the invitation to let herself in. You look at her with dark eyes planting your feet on the floor and spreading your legs. Your in nothing but your open robe and lingerie. A black lacy set Sevika seemed to tremble at.

You take a another long drag of your cigarette taking her in. You blow out the smoke in her direction. “Where have you been?” You ask her plainly. Sevika becomes visibly more nervous. “I’ve been really busy I’m sorry.” She’s answered clearly and honestly, stepping towards you. You stare at her for a second looking deeply in her eyes. “That’s it? Don’t let me find out you’ve been busy with someone else.” You break the tension with a smile at the end.

She lets out a nervous laugh as you walk over to her. Your wrap arms around her neck pressing your hips to hers making her lean against the vanity. Your face finds the crook of her neck, nuzzling and kissing the skin. You move to bite her ear gently before whispering. “But seriously where the fuck have you been it’s been a week and a half, I want fucking answers.” Sevika shivers as she grips your hips tighter to hers.

Her eyebrows push together as the feeling of your mouth nipping and a licking at her neck. “I’ve been c-cleaning up a lot messes sweetheart-“ Sevika stops for second as she watches you drop to your knees infront of her. Your eagerness taking her by suprise. “Keep talking or I stop.” You said plainly lifting her shirt to admire her abs in a greedy manner. “It was just a bad week. But I was thinking about you the whole t-time.” Sevika stuttered feeling your warm tongue lick a stripe over her v line. You undo her pants letting them hang off her hips loosely while looking up at her.

With your lips parts and breathing heavy you break into a smile. You pull her pants down to her ankles. Now face to face with her clothed groin. “Awww how sweet what about me.” You tilt your head to the side and play with the hem of her briefs. Sevika can’t help but look at you without a thought in her head. Her hands grip the desk, her prosthetic hand nearly scratching the paint off the wood in the process. The way your robe draped off your shoulders and the moonlight highlighted every detail of your face made you look angelic.

She was only pulled out of her thoughts by you pulling your hands away from her. Reminding her that she needs to keep talking. “E-everything!” She exclaimed rather quickly and you put your hands back where they were with a degrading scoff, raising your brows. “I was thinking about everything, how your lips feel, the sound of your voice. I missed you so much.” She said honestly her eyes were pleading with you to keep touching her feeling, as if she might die if you stop.

You pulled down her briefs at a painfully slow rate. Kissing her lower and lower. You let your fingers brush through her happy trail, and bit her hip softly. You could hear her breathing so hard she was shaking. Her hand stroked your head as she looked down at you with her lip between her teeth. “I missed you so much.” She whispered softly again to herself. It made your heart skip a beat almost making you want to go easy on her.

You pull her briefs down fully your breath against her aching core. You place a kiss against her clit and her hips stutter at the much needed stimulation. “I missed you too.” You say back to her, it felt like telling a secret. This wasn’t about hooking up anymore. It hasn’t been for a while. Her hand comes down to stroke your cheeks. You suddenly didn’t feel like talking it anymore as you pressed your mouth her. Your tongue moving against her clit desperately.

She lets out a moan mixed with a sigh at the sheer relief of having you again. Her prosthetic hand pushed hair out of your face as you lapped at her. “Mm fuck.” She lets out quietly, Sevika already felt the knot in her stomach tightening. It was embarrassing how quickly she was coming undone, her legs shaking beneath her. She looked at the ceiling praying for just a little longer.

You smile into her knowingly, your hand stroking up and down her thigh before pulling away suddenly. She whimpered to herself with her head back. Cursing silently at whatever was listening. Her head drops to look at you with sad eyes. “Oh don’t look at me like that.” You smack her clit lightly standing reviling in how she jolted and squeaked. You stand, putting your hands on either side of hers caging her in and looking into her gray orbs. She lets out another depleted whimper coming face to face with you.

“I don’t wanna wear you out too soon.” The mischievous smirk your wearing grows. Going to place a soft kiss on her lips you speak softly ghosting over her lips. “Take everything off and join me on the bed.” You leave her with one final kiss to the cheek and walk to the bed. She nods obediently kicking her bottoms off first. She didn’t want to rush as she was taking her close off she likes when you want to watch.

She then takes off her cape and her tight shirt. You look at her smiling, biting your finger tip. She stands there in nothing waiting for you command. “Cmere.” You say, and she comes to the foot of your bed. To anyone else this might be an anxiety inducing sight. Her tall dark frame gripping your wood canopy. But the candle light illuminated a woman that was desperate to be controlled and put in her place.

She climbs into bed besides you. You tip her chin up to you capturing her lips with yours. You abandoned the robe you were wearing and your bra. Wanting to be chest to chest. Feeling the contact you so longed for. Sevika groans into your mouth, her large hands running up and down your back. Pulling you impossibly closer. You grip her hair pulling her away so you can access the sensitive spot on her neck.

“I was thinking about this.” She says softly, out of breath. “You wouldn’t have to think some much if you’d made time for me.” You said biting her shoulder roughly. She groans at the feeling of your teeth and words.

“I’m really sorry baby.” She sounds depleted in the best way, all she wants is to please you and she hasn’t been doing a very good job of that recently.

“Yeah I am too.” Your voice is dark as you leave a trail of bites down her abdomen until your between her legs. Your face nuzzling her inner thigh sweetly before leaving a hard bite there too. She whimpers in pain and ecstasy watching you in awe. You toy with her folds dragging your middle and ring finger through her soaked pussy. You bring your fingers to her mouth. “Open.” You say sternly. She complied without a second thought, opening up and swirling her tongue around your fingers.

“Can you taste how much of slut you are?” You say grabbing her cheeks to get her full attention. Your dark demeanor sends shocks of pleasure to her core. She nods quickly humming around your fingers. You push them back slowly to make her gag on them and bring your fingers out circling her full lips. You watch sadistically a mean smile spread at odd your face. Slinking back between her legs you use the two fingers she so kindly wetted for you to fill her up. Not giving her anytime to adjust.

“Fuck-“ She let out with a groan. “Hush.” You were quick to shut her up before curling your fingers inside her painfully slow. Her hips moved to try and get more stimulation but you held her down. She easily could’ve keep going but she knew you were the law here. “I don’t want you thinking tonight. Not a fucking thing. You hear me?” Your serious face nearly makes her go cold but she nods eagerly anyway.

“Nothing.” She says back to you trying to appease you making sure you know she’s listening to you. “Put your hands over your head.” You command her and she nearly lets an annoyed groan slip out. She wanted to touch you so bad it wasn’t fair. You pick up the pace and watch greedily how her abs tense. Her chest heaving and her arms straining. Everything about her form makes you want to eat her alive.

The want to stay like this forever, having her in your bed is the only piece of heaven you have. Growing up well off is great but lacks actual substance. And you were greatly addicted to substance Sevika provided you.

“I-I’m gonna cum baby please can I please.” She pulled you out of the haze you slipped into. Her words making you feel softer. Lightly scratching down her abs she squirmed under you. You pretended to think about just to tease her. “I don’t know can you?” You we’re absolutely toying with her your thumb rubbing harsh circles onto her clit. Her lip tucked between her teeth with nostrils flared she whimper’s uncontrollably watching your fingers pump in and out of her.

“Beg” is all you give her. “P-please baby nhg- please let me cum I’m so- fuck sorry honey please.” She really puts on a show for you with her fucked out face pleading for release. “Let go baby.” And at your permission her eyes roll into the back of her head and she jolts into pleasure. You work her through it feeling the way she squeezes and flutters around your fingers.

A mental image your so grateful to have. You pull your fingers out of her having a taste of her yourself. She watches from the corner of her eye with her head tiredly hanging to the side. You give her a second to collect herself laying your head on her muscular thigh and tracing circling into her lower stomach. “Can I touch you now?” Her sweet sleepy voice makes you laugh softly. “Mhm.”

You move to abandon your panties and straddle her. Her palms tracing the outline of your form. Her eyes filled with the upmost adoration as they move from feature to feature. “I’d never choose to be away from you.” She whispers to you sullenly your heart sinks in your chest, you didn’t want to think either.

Wanting her so badly has turned you inside out and wrung you. You wanted her to spend the night. Spend the next week. Go to a market holding hands. Anything. As long as it was her you wanted it. Your expression softened.

“I know baby.” You replied just as sadly, laying your head in the crook of her neck.

“Can I take care of you now?” She asked you so sweetly you couldn’t say no to her. It’s only when you sit up you feel how drenched you are leaving a slick on her happy trail. It puts a smirk on her face that you roll your eyes at. “I want to taste you. Please.” She throws you a fake pout and the need to ride her perfect nose drowns out any woes you were feeling. Needless to say you were quick to saddle up.

Hovering over her face her arms come up to hold you place. She squeezes at the meat of your thighs and bottom. She nudges your clit with her nose knowing how much you love that. You reach to play with her hair and grip on it. She runs her tongue through your folds. Moaning at the taste of you.

She pulls you all the way down completely covering her face. It’s amazing she can still breath. Her tongue is shooting in and out of you as she grips your thighs to grind you onto her nose. You let out a squeak at her unexpected dominance and grip the wood head board. Your mouth making an o shape as she makes you face fuck her. The beds creaking and your moans created the most perfect symphony for her.

“God just like that Sevika!” You screamed to her maybe a bit too loud but you couldn’t care right now. She mumbles back to you. “Mm-m.” You can feel her smiling underneath you just happy to have you all over her face. “Your mouth feels so f-fucking good. Really m-making it up to me huh?” You tease her even though you can barley form a sentence. She moves her tongue away from you replacing it with her fingers. “Mhm can’t have my baby angry at me.” She says it like an a fact of law before sucking on your clit.

My baby. My baby. All that swirls through your head as you start to feel your muscles tighten. Rutting your hips wildly against her tongue, chasing your high. When it finally hits you it’s like a white lightning strike. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head and your body twitching. Your body becomes limp and Sevikas strong arms hold you up and lay you next to her. You both try to catch your breath and Sevika let’s out a soft laugh. You turn to her and smile softly back at her. “What?” You question between breathes, pushing your eyebrows together.

“Are you still upset at me?” She says resting her head on her palm looking at your sweat covered face. She smiles softly at you her eyes showing just how much she cares for you. “No.” You say rolling your eyes and cuddling up next to her. You trace circles into her chest thinking tentatively.

“You think you could stay here for a bit though?” You look up at her through your lashes hoping it’s more convincing. Sevika looks at you uncertain. She couldn’t leave in the morning without being harassed or worse by enforcers. “Y-you don’t have t-“ You try to backtrack seeing her reaction but she cuts you off. “No I want to.” She replies to you quickly smiling to comfort you. The both of you stare at each other for a bit, your finger tracing her features.

The quiet in your room consumes the both of you making it feel like your the only two people on earth. At least right now you are. The knowledge that you’d wake up alone keeps biting at you. You won’t get to see how the morning sun blankets her body in warmth. Or feel her strong hands hold your waist while you cook her breakfast. You take her face into your hands and kiss her deeply. It felt like a goodbye kiss because of what you knew you had to say.

“I love you.” Whispered against her lips like a prayer. You pull back from her already numbing yourself, waiting for whatever she could say back to you. One of the very few times in your life you actually gave up control to someone. Giving her the power to complete crush you. If that’s what it took to find some resolution to this soul eating entanglement, so be it.

You look utterly guilty as Sevika tries to comprehend what you told her. “I know.” Your heart sinks hearing her speak your face contorting already starting to cry. “No no I love you too baby what’s wrong.” She wiping tears as soon as they fall. The fear became replaced by relief and grief all at the same time. You calm down enough to reply to her.

“This scares me Sevika.” Your red eyes search hers. All you can see is her own gray eyes reflecting the same fear back to you. “Me too.” Thats all she could offer, this relationship truly honestly scares her. “We’ll make it work I promise.” She adds being truthful. Even if it was the last thing she was going to do. She couldn’t let this one slip through her rough large hands. She holds you till you calm down enough to fall asleep and slips out of the bed making sure to cover you. She’d be back tomorrow.

Thank you for reading!!!

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Component Malfunction

Written for @steddiemicrofic!

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'PLUG' wc: 437 | rated: G | cw: N/A Steve finds that he is very happy when Eddie engages with his sensors. It elicits various human emotions in him.

"Steve," Eddie says, holding onto the cord that connects Steve to the source of his initializing program. "Can you understand me?"

Steve opens his eyes and uses the mechanism in his face to smile, as he was programmed to when he is Pleased. Eddie is beautiful and he takes care of him. Eddie gave him human emotions so they can bond in the same language.

"Yes Eddie, I understand you," he replies.

"Good, how do you feel? B.O.D.Y. Protocol please," Eddie says, carefully putting the cord down. "Then H.E.A.R.T. Protocol."

Steve stops admiring him and runs the requested scans.

"Body is rested at 98% energy: Leg appendages due for inspection in 37 hours, newly installed software is operational, no known errors." he says.

Eddie's hand touches his face. It is soft compared to his own metal skin but Eddie has told that him he likes it that way.

"Heart malfunction: There are three errors; there is one update." Steve reports.

Eddie looks sad whenever he gives him the H.E.A.R.T. report, but Steve does not know why.

"I promise I'll fix it," he says, leaning in to press his lips against Steve's other cheek.

One of the errors disappears, but Eddie hasn't asked for another report or for updates on them, so Steve is unable to tell him at this moment. Instead he smiles because he is Pleased.

"Thank you Eddie," he says.

"You're so welcome," Eddie replies, brushing their noses together.

Steve's Pleased mood changes to Happy.

"I am happy," he says, because Eddie wants updates on the status of that. It would be logical for Eddie to pair that with the status of his H.E.A.R.T., but at this time he is unable to offer him ideas on his operation.

Steve is a work in progress.

Eddie smiles and expresses affection at his statement; he kisses Steve's mouth and the second error is fixed. His mood status changes again.

"I am elated," he reports.

"Yeah? Does it feel good when I kiss you?" Eddie asks, pulling away which does not feel good.

He looks at Steve and he has eyes that remind Steve of when Eddie added Category: Nature to his internal visual memory. They are as beautiful as the soil that hides the layers of Earth that many of Steve's components come from. Eddie's eyes hide Steve as well, and he feels safe.

"It feels good when you kiss me," he answers.

"I'm glad your sensors are working," Eddie says, expressing relief by lowering his shoulders and sighing. "I'll get your H.E.A.R.T. working too."

He leans in and kisses Steve again, and the last error resolves.