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treacheryinblue · 5 months ago

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Chapter 3/4

Noah Sebastian x F!Reader Series

Word Count: 8.9k

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× Summary: Noah is Death, the ruler of the after life (or whatever you want to call it), though he is cursed to watch you come and go from his never ending existence time and time again.

× Warnings!: Eh-level smut (P in V obviously), language, little bit of violence, tiny fluff if you squint, very slight dom!noah, smut with plot aka this became more in depth than I meant for it to aka a one shot that's now a series. Non-proofread smut. Let me know if I missed anything!

× Author's Notes: ( 1 ) It's a bit of a long one, folks! Consider it a thank you for being so patient while I've worked through my writer's block. ( 2 ) Don't look too deep into the lore I've created because there's probably a lot that doesn't make sense. But if you are curious, then feel free to ask me any questions! ( 3 ) I'm but a writer that thrives off positive feedback (or even constructive criticism), so don't be shy when it comes to interacting with the post, or even me.

Happy reading! xoxo

“That soul is not meant for this land, my lord.”

Silence was given as a response.

“She is not destined to be here, and you know what will hap-”

“Yes, I am well aware of the consequences to my actions.” Noah heavily exhaled, though he appeared uninterested in the conversation.

Sitting atop his throne, black and sleek, one hand gripped the arm rest while the other was bent and lifted to his face. He examined his nails, further showing his boredom.

“Please forgive me if I'm speaking out of turn, my lord, but…the Light Ones are not happy. It has been nine times now and each plays out just like the last.”

A growl was emitted from him, dark eyes flickering to the creature who stood below. “I do not need you reciting my failures to me, demon.”

Noah couldn't bear to think of how you had been ripped from him countless times now. Pried from his hands. Stolen away. You had spent centuries together, longer than any human could dream of living - if one could call you alive - but he knew an infinite amount of centuries more would never be enough. He needed forever.

“If the Light Ones think I'm going to give up just because they look down upon my doings, then they are sorely mistaken. Maybe they aren't as all knowing as they like to remind us of every chance they receive.” He spat with disdain.

The demon clamped their mouth shut in fear that they may further anger the embodiment of darkness sitting before them. This is how they remained for a long moment, neither speaking, but the demon holding many questions on their pointed tongue.

“‘My lord…” they cautiously began after a moment. “Might I ask…what is it about this girl that you're so drawn to? You encounter humans everyday, thousands of them, but none have made you so…”

“Weak?” Noah finished the demon’s sentence for them, his eyebrows quirked.

The demon immediately fell to their knees, their jagged forehead pressing to the marble floor as if to already begin begging for forgiveness.

“No! I would never say as such, my lord!”

Noah shook his head as his focus returned to his nails, just as the ruby encrusted dagger appeared within his grasp out of thin air.

“There's no need to grovel,” he exclaimed while turning the dagger, inspecting every inch of the blade. “I have become weak when it comes to her…but I don't have an answer for you as to why.”

It was still a mystery even to him.

“Does Death itself not deserve the chance to love and to be loved in return, though?”

× × ×

“Legend says it's cursed.”

You snorted a laugh as you looked up at the friendly face across the counter, though his expression was as serious as ever, causing your smile to falter slightly.

“Cursed?” Might as well indulge him a bit if he was going to get all mega serious on you now.

Nicholas was your go-to guy when it came to purchasing oddities and strange artifacts. He was good at tracking down the specific items you'd ask for but he also had a knack for snagging things he thought you'd find interesting.

Your eyes dropped to the dagger as you leaned into the glass countertop. There was a twitch in your fingers to reach out and touch the item, to feel the cool metal against your fingertips, though you knew better. Nick was typically pretty light hearted and you two could share a laugh, but you knew when to stay within your lane when it came to his business. Don't touch it until he offers it to you.

“From what I could find online, it's ancient, so old that no one can really say for sure how long it's been around. And you know how it goes with old things - always a curse or some shit attached to them.”

Nodding in agreement to his words, your eyes paused upon the faintly noticeable sigil that remained etched into the dagger’s blade. The sigil is why you wanted the item, what you had asked Nick to search for in particular.

“It's probably bullshit,” he continued, “but it was something about going to the flames if you're on the end of the blade.”

“The website was in some foreign language and the guy I bought it from barely spoke English so I can't give you an accurate translation yet. Who even knows if it's legit.”

The bell above the door dinging briefly overtook Nicholas' attention. He held a finger up to you to silently tell you to ‘hold on’, then he stepped around the counter to greet his new patrons.

“It's legit,” you softly spoke to yourself as you gazed upon the dagger again. There was something drawing you to it; a warmth, a knowing. Your eyes focused in on the cloudy rubies - you knew they'd shine again with a thorough cleaning - and they pulled you closer and closer, your sights now level with the item. Had there been a flicker within the largest stone? Couldn't be. Your eyes were clearly playing tricks on you now.

As Nick returned, you straightened your posture and smiled. “I'll take it.”

“What?” Nicholas opened his mouth to speak but then only breathed out, his head tilting slightly to the side.

“You know I have to charge you as if it's real, right? I mean, I haven't been able to fully inspect it myself or do anymore research, so I feel kinda like an asshole doing th-”

“Nick, it's fine.” You laughed while retrieving your wallet from your bag, fingers digging into the slot that held your credit card. “It's a chance I'm willing to take.”

“Alright…it's your money.”

A few minutes later and your new purchase was packaged and ready to go. Nick approached you with an outstretched hand that held the blood red box the dagger was stashed away in, uncertainty in his eyes. You knew he hated not knowing all the ins and outs of his inventory, especially when it came to something with such a hefty price tag.

“Are you coming tonight?” He asked as you accepted the box which was now being held close to your chest.

“It's the first show with our new singer but he's been fucking great in rehearsals. Really has an ear for the band.”

You nodded, again flashing a friendly smile. “I wouldn't miss it for the world.”

After a bit more chit chat and hammering down the finer details on how the night would go, you said your goodbyes to Nicholas with the obvious promise of seeing him in a few short hours.

Making your way out of the shop, phone in hand and AirPods nestled in your ears, you only looked up when you were about to cross the street. On the opposite side stood a man, his dark eyes set entirely on you. He was wearing all black with deep brown hair that brushed his cheeks, hands clasped behind his back. Something about him made your stomach do a flip and you felt a pull despite having no idea who this man was.

Slowly, your feet began to carry you along the crosswalk. He remained in place, though a faint smirk dared to appear over his lips. Your cheeks flushed crimson and you had the urge to glance away like some timid little school girl, but there was something preventing you from looking anywhere but at him.

“Come.”

A voice drifted into your mind and then back out as if being carried by the wind. You knew that should've frightened you but you felt nothing. Nothing aside from the biting need to be near this unknown man.

Then, he was suddenly gone and you were left empty.

The blaring beep of a horn shook you, your body flinching in surprise from the sudden harsh noise. You looked over to the car that was inches from colliding with you, a hand waving all about behind the windshield and motioning for you to get the fuck out of the way.

× × ×

Arms above your head, you loudly hollered along with the rest of the crowd as the song came to an end. Red lights flashed all around you, the stage illuminating and going fully dark in quick succession. Your hands collided in a fury of claps before lowering to cup around your mouth.

“Wooooo!” You had never been much of a ‘woo girl’ but alcohol made it loads more enjoyable to do.

You could feel the vibrations from both the noise you projected and the bass of the band in the hollow of your stomach, reverberating throughout your entire being. There was something sensual about it - being able to not only hear the music but also feel it.

Nicholas’ band had been pretty decent before so coming to see them and support their gigs was never an issue. But now? They were fucking amazing. The new singer definitely added to whatever they had been lacking previously, even if there wasn't anything specific you could put your finger on.

Did it help that the new singer happened to catch your eye a few times? Maybe.

“Hey!” Nicholas yelled out for you after their set. He had found you at the bar towards the back of the club - just where you always were.

“Hey yourself!” You called back as a fresh drink was set in front of you by the bartender.

Nick rolled his eyes at you but still chuckled. Sweat beaded on his forehead, pupils blown from the adrenaline rush he had experienced while on stage. You always thought Nick was pretty cute and you both had a lot in common - he had even asked you out once - but things were better kept as friends between the two of you. As well as the occasional artifacts dealer, of course.

“Didn't get a chance to see you before we went on, so let me introduce you to the newest member.”

“Noah!” The guy spoke up for himself, his voice loud enough for him to be heard over the commotion of the crowd and also the next band setting up.

You paused as your gaze met his, eyes squinting ever so slightly while taking in his face from this new close proximity. He looked just like the ethereal man you had seen outside of Nick’s shop earlier, but also…not. That guy had been finely dressed with much shorter hair and a presence about him that demanded attention, this guy in front of you was the epitome of a 'guy in a band'. Long hair, jeans blown out at the knee, worn Vans that told you he dressed for comfort. Their smiles were the same, though.

Instead of giving your name, you opted for a question. “Do you have a brother?”

Noah extended to you a look of confusion though you swore you saw a mischievous gleam in his dark eyes.

“Uh, no? Not that I know of.” Despite your weird question, he laughed and stepped a bit closer to you, his elbow leaning into the side of the bar top.

Nicholas had fallen into conversation with another band mate, leaving just you and Noah to entertain each other.

You spared him the explanation of why you had asked such a question. The last thing you needed was to seem creepy or more odd than you already did on a day to day basis. Thankfully it didn't seem as if that was going to deter him from cozying up to you at the end of the bar.

Drink after drink was had with a couple of shots downed in between. You had found out that Noah had recently moved to Los Angeles, worked at a graphic design company, owned a cat, and shared a building with a rather odd Asian woman that liked to bring him homemade meals multiple times a week.

You also discovered that you liked the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled too wide and how he was always touching his face as if it was a comforting habit of some sort.

“Nick said you like to collect…unusual things?”

You cleared your throat and abruptly averted your gaze before he could realize you had been staring.

“I guess that's one way to put it,” you admitted with a sheepish smile. Not even the alcohol could mask the embarrassment.

“My dad was an antiques dealer, scam artist, whatever you want to call it.” You paused to take a swallow from your glass but to also let your honesty sink in.

“So, I kinda just grew up with old objects that told a story. Buying them for myself - as someone who will care for them and their story - sounds better to me than allowing them to be on display in a stuffy museum somewhere.”

“That's why you bought the dagger?”

Huh…had you mentioned the dagger to him? Maybe not. Maybe so. Maybe Nick told him about it. Either way, you took in a deep breath, your head swimming from the alcohol.

“Not exactly…”

Noah looked at you curiously, silently asking for you to continue. To tell him. But how were you to explain that you awoke one day with this nagging obsession for the sigil stamped on the blade? That you desired to find every single item you possibly could that bore the same marking? It was impossible to divulge because you had no idea why you had become so hell bent on acquiring these things. You didn't even know what the damned sigil meant.

“Did you want to see it?”

And like he had been waiting for you to ask, Noah flashed a devilish grin.

“I'd love to.”

× × ×

Pleasure erupted throughout your entire body as Noah kneeled between your spread legs. His hands held tight to your hips, pulling you down to grind against him with every forward thrusting motion. He groaned above you, teeth gritted and jaw clenched, revealing to you all the work he was putting in.

And boy did you feel it.

You had already cum twice - once from his mouth and again from him bending you over the arm of the couch when neither of you could make it to your bedroom fast enough.

Most of the time even you had to pray the wind was blowing in the right direction so you could cum in a timely manner, yet Noah had managed to get you there in near record time.

“Fucking hell! Right there!” You cried out as his cock pierced just the right spot within your drenched and aching cunt. Heavy pants escaped from you, each breath becoming louder and more pronounced the harder he drove his hips.

Noah’s tattooed fingers dug deep enough into your hips that you knew you'd have bruises the next morning. They'd match the bruise you'd have on your ass from when he had you bent over and administered quite a harsh spank.

He released your hips so he could trail his hands down along your tense thighs, kneading and massaging into the flesh. One hand continued its downwards trek to your clit as the other drifted up, pausing at your neck. Slender fingers secured around your throat and applied enough pressure to cause your heart to race and your breath to hitch, though not enough to cause any worry.

Why would you ever be worried about hooking up with a stranger and allowing him into the privacy of your home?

Noah's thumb swirled around your clit, each pass over the nerves causing your thighs to twitch and your hips to buck. He was then leaning over you so he could capture your lips in a hungry kiss, so much so that you swore you heard him growl against your lips. Not that you were fazed by this.

“Uh uh,” he scolded after parting from your lips to gaze down at you. “Eyes open.”

To show how serious he was in this demand, his hand further tightened around your throat, short nails digging into the sensitive skin. You gasped for air but it was all too much; the overpowering ecstasy that coursed through your every being as you felt his cock throb inside of you, the rigid veins that stimulated the tight walls of your pussy, his thumb on your clit, his onyx eyes never drifting from yours.

How were you to survive this night?

Your body tensed and your lower back arched as you felt the first ripplings of your orgasm. Your third orgasm. Then - everything released. You writhed beneath him, eyes finally closing which was no choice of your own, all while his name and a mixture of other profanities echoed through the room.

In the midst of your climax, your vision was hazy from the intensity, as well as the lack of oxygen greeting your brain. With every blink Noah’s face shifted; it went from the band frontman you had met that night to the dark stranger across the street earlier in the day, then back again, only to repeat the cycle. There was no way that's what was really happening, so you chalked it up to your overactive imagination and mostly drunken state.

The mess you made meant nothing to you, nor did the added mess of his cum when he managed to meet his ending in tandem. Noah’s hips lost momentum gradually before stilling completely, though your cunt continued to collapse and clench around him until your body finally settled.

It wasn’t much later that Noah laid sprawled across your bed, his face pressed to the pillow, breathing steady after drifting off to sleep. Unfortunately, you didn't have the same luxury. There was a darkness creeping into your mind, repeated phrases demanding things of you, things of which you had never considered before.

“Do it,” the voice whispered in your ear.

At first you assumed it was Noah by the brush of his hair on your face and the familiar grasp of his fingers around your waist. But when you glanced back, he hadn't moved a muscle.

“It would be so easy…”

“You want to. I know you want to. I can smell it on you.”

When your eyes opened, the blood red box from Nick’s shop sat at your side. It was unwrapped, the dagger staring up at you from its temporary home. Taunting. Begging. Screaming to be touched.

You listened.

Fingertips traced the metal of the handle, down to the tip of the dagger that remained sheathed.

“Pick it up.”

The order from the disembodied voice was obeyed, the dagger soon resting in your grasp. Still, no one was in the room with you other than Noah’s sleeping form, so how did you feel a breath on your neck?

Rubies embedded in the dagger shone before your eyes now that it was held up for you to admire. So beautiful. Just what you had been searching for all this time.

“Do it.”

You knew what the voice was asking of you. You knew it would end in your demise. Yet, you felt no fear. If anything, you were…excited. Possibly even anxious for what was to come.

“Do it!” The voice loudly rang out, deep and commanding in your mind.

Both hands now gripped the handle of the dagger after you pulled it from its sheath. Arms stretched out before you, the blade was perfectly angled just where you somehow knew it needed to end up.

Right in your heart.

“Do it! Now!”

With quick motion that held all of your strength, you impaled the dagger into your own chest. You could hear it break through the bone that protected your heart - your body no match to the power that lied within the weapon.

“...going to the flames if you're on the end of the blade.” Nick's voice now penetrated your mind, a memory from hours ago. His words being that of the loosely translated curse that the dagger held.

As soon as the blade punctured your chest, you felt a sense of clarity. You knew what the curse now was: die by way of the blade, go straight to Hell.

Eyes wide, you looked down to the dagger protruding from you. Blood spilled from the wound, coating your naked body, staining your sheets. You tried to call out for Noah despite knowing he wouldn't be able to do anything to help you.

Gathering what remained of your strength, which was next to none, you again glanced back to where you expected to see him sleeping. Instead, he was standing at the side of the bed, hands clasped behind his back, wearing the same smirk you had seen from the other Noah outside of Nicholas’ shop.

In a blink you were then being cradled in his tattooed arms. His fingertips brushed your hair back from your face in the most loving of gestures, lips moving though you couldn't make out a thing he was saying. You couldn't hear anything. Couldn't feel anything. All you could do was allow yourself to be encased by the cold hands of death as it dragged you deeper and deeper down to the dismal abyss.

“I'll see you on the other side, my love.”

× × ×

The forever night of the land taunted you as you gazed out the large window. Stars freckled the sky, twinkling and swirling cosmos in some spots, remaining still in most just as the night sky did back home.

Home.

Everyday that passed you forgot more and more what it looked like.

You had remembered your death, all of your deaths, within minutes this time. Noah was beyond pleased, confessing that he always wondered if dying by your own hand was the trick though he had been nervous to see. Nervous to know what it would do to you.

Well, now he knew.

You were livid. Never had you felt so betrayed, and you made sure he was well aware of your anger towards him. Something told you that he felt it in your lack of appearances since you had yet to face him fully since arriving.

“The Dark Lord has requested your presence today.”

A demon who had been appointed to your side ran a brush through your hair, gently ridding the strands of any tangles that had formed while you slept. You had told them day one that you could do it yourself but they insisted. Tending to you was now their duties and they had to do as commanded.

“You can tell the Dark Lord to kiss my ass,” you mocked.

The demon held back what you thought was the semblance of a chuckle, their unusually long fingers continuing to ready your hair for the day.

“Forgive me for being so blunt, but I think it would be best if you spoke with him. Perhaps let your grievances out however you see fit?”

Had you not done that the moment your memories returned? You very much recall throwing a heavy tea pot at his head, although he had dodged it with ease. Were your shouts of frustration not enough? Your tears?

It wasn't that you were upset to be back with him. You were more so mad about how he had gotten you here this time. There had to be some other way that left out the whole dying part.

“What's your name?”

The demon paused briefly at your question. You could tell they had never been asked before, though you weren't sure if it was because everyone else here knew how things went or if no one simply cared.

“I don't remember.”

This confused you. Shifting a bit in your seat, you turned your upper body to look at the creature. They were definitely a sight to behold; scaly skin that glistened as if perpetually wet, yellow eyes with only the smallest white pupil appearing like a cat’s, a row of chipped horns going down the center of their head.

You had stopped being scared of the demons here long ago.

“Lowly demons, such as myself, lose their names upon becoming what we are. We are simply demon. The others, the ones you've probably heard of in some capacity within your mortal stories, are given new names when they become His strongest warriors.”

Out of all of your ventures here, you had never been told about the inner workings of the land. You found it to be interesting.

“Oh…” You felt silly for even asking, now also concerned that you had probably brought up a sore subject for the demon. No name? No identity? You couldn't imagine.

Once the demon had somehow managed to weave deep red garnets and black diamonds into your hair, you were sent off to where Noah would be waiting. You tried to fight it, arms crossed over your chest as you sat pouting on the edge of the bed, but eventually the demon helped you realize that Noah would see you whether you wanted it or not. It was wise for you to go to him.

And so you did. Like some sort of invisible string leading you to him, you managed to find him standing on the large balcony that jutted out from the castle, overlooking his land in silence. His posture straightened upon sensing your arrival, gaze now set only on you.

“You look…” Onyx eyes raked up and down your body, no shame detected within them as he took in the black gown you had been instructed to put on. You didn’t want to admit to him the way his heavy stare made you feel. There was already a tingling in your lower stomach that radiated down between your thighs - no. You wouldn't fall for it that easily this time.

“Don't,” you merely requested, a hand being held up to signal for him to stop any further words. Steps were then taken around him so you could approach the railing of the balcony, the carved stone cool beneath your touch as you tightly grasped it.

“You're still angry…”

You said nothing. Silence overtaking you.

“I…” he began, his voice falling while trying to gather his thoughts. Never had he been so concerned about anyone else before. Never had he been forced to wonder what the right thing would be to earn your forgiveness.

“I'm sorry that things had to happen this way.”

Well, that weak excuse for an apology definitely made you want to yell at him to shove it up his ass.

Your jaw clenched, knuckles turning white from the death grip you held on the stone railing. It would surely crack and splinter if any more of your strength was to be endured.

“I liked your hair better longer,” you finally spoke, though you didn't look his way. Instead, your gaze remained focused out into the night, slowly cataloging and memorizing every dip and valley.

“That you was nicer.”

Noah slowly shook his head as he reached out to lightly touch your hair, heated fingertips brushing the strands from your bare shoulder to reveal the curve of your neck.

“Funny, because that was me, just in a slightly altered form to keep up appearances.”

As if he could read your thoughts, he continued.

“I was never human, you know this. So, there are no other versions of me like there have been of you. There's only one. That's how it'll forever be.”

Anger flared within you. “You're telling me…that you've been able to come to Earth this entire time? That I haven't needed to brutally die again and again to be with you? You are an insufferable mons-”

A strong hand grasped your arm, turning your body and pulling you in closer. You could tell that Noah wanted to speak to you as if you were one of his demons, someone for him to control, but he managed to contain his rage.

“Do you know the danger I put my entire realm in just to walk amongst the living with you for an extended period of time? To go for my own selfish reasons and not because of my duties? To help guide you back to me? You're blind to the repercussions this land faced. Souls piled up, punishments halted, everything at a standstill. Do you think that has ever happened before?”

Silence as your eyes searched his.

“We may have spent one night together on Earth, but the sheer amount of deaths within that singular night that went unprocessed…”

Noah shuddered at the thought, his grip on you then loosening before releasing completely.

“Think of me what you will, but what I did was for us. Everything I've done, and will do again and again, for us.”

You wanted to understand. You wanted to touch his face and tell him everything was okay. You wanted to press yourself into him and let his warmth overtake you.

You wanted so many things, but none of it was what you did.

Instead of giving into these wants and needs, you gave him one last look and then turned on your heel to saunter back into the farthest reaches of the castle.

× × ×

The only thing you truly despised about this place was the lack of time. While you had an abundance of it, more than you could ever ask for, you still had no idea how much had passed. Days? Months? Hell, maybe a century? Time didn't work the same way here as it did on Earth, which you already knew, but it surely did drag when you were choosing to spend it alone.

You had attempted to keep track of it at the beginning but eventually gave up when nothing fit the way it should have in your human mind. Noah even offered to set a sleep schedule, though that disappeared rather fast when his duties became too much to juggle along with it.

A heavy sigh expelled from you as you flipped over onto your back. Your eyes stared through the darkness of your bedroom and up to the high ceiling where the same stars as the night sky beyond the open window danced along. A neat little trick Noah did when he knew you were restless. He may have been an asshole but he knew how to make you melt when showing his softer side. A side no one had ever seen before you.

With another huff, you caved.

Moments later you were standing in front of his bedroom door after having gently knocked. The door opened almost immediately, revealing his relaxed form sitting upon a grandeur bed with papers strewn about. It was always funny to see him do actual work especially when you had never witnessed anyone outside of the demons wandering the halls.

Sometimes you'd hear other voices when he was locked away in his study, but nothing beyond that.

“Stars didn't work?”

You twisted your lips, head shaking in a single motion.

“They're nice - beautiful - but it's not the same as…” you trailed off for a moment while trying to decide how much of your pride you were willing to spill down the drain. Not the same as when we're laying together.

Noah noticed, he knew what you were going to say. He allowed you to keep the stubborn pride for now. In a snap the papers cleared away from a spot on the bed for you, an invitation to join him.

Sitting against him, your knees bent to the side and your head resting on his shoulder, he continued to work. He would occasionally look over at you, brush your hair back, lightly touch your lips or cheek, then focus again.

How you had managed to wrap Death around your finger, you would never know.

“Can I ask a question?”

Noah nodded, the paper in his hand being placed down so he could fully focus on you now. Another thing you loved about him: he never made you feel as if your presence was a bother. No matter what he was in the middle of.

“Is this how you've always looked? Or do you only appear like this to me?”

A crooked smile appeared on his features, his eyes crinkling in the corners just as you remembered from your brief time on Earth with him.

“Why do you ask?”

Avoidance - as usual.

“I don't know…I mean, when it comes to humans, you are either shown as a skeleton in robes or this otherworldly beautiful man without flaws.” You shrugged.

You didn't add on that you were also curious as to what was real.

Noah didn't taunt you for your poor wording choice. He knew he was beautiful and he knew that you also knew this, but he understood what you meant.

“Technically,” he began while rubbing his chin as if trying to find the right way to describe it to you, “I'm without a body because what I am transcends physical being.”

Okay, that you could understand, at least for the most part. Was it still an odd thought? Yes, of course. All of this was odd.

“But I've chosen to take on a flesh and blood form, even before you came along the first time. It helps to do so in my line of work…so the souls can relate, maybe feel a bit of comfort for a brief moment.”

As he spoke you traced random designs and patterns into the top of his thigh, your fingertip slowly dragging along the soft material of his pants. You inwardly smirked to yourself when you noticed him shiver as your fingers traveled higher along his inner thigh.

“I may have adjusted a few things specifically for you, though.”

“That's why you have all the tattoos?” Your hand left his thigh so you could lightly touch the front of his neck, eyes focused on the inked designs that were quite an interesting choice for him. The religious visuals weren't lost on you - you knew why he had chosen those in particular. A cruel mocking to those above. A middle finger to the “Light Ones” who were always trying to act all better-than-thou.

You didn't tell him that this was quite a human response just to spare you the glare he would surely respond with.

“And the lisp?” You further teased, a smile finally gracing your lips again.

“Again - makes me relatable.”

You hummed in thought, watching him as he watched you. Noah had yet to return to his work meaning he knew there was more you wanted to say. And while this was true, you were more so transfixed by how close you two were. You could feel his breath on your face and see the patterns of different brown shades within his irises, both combined drawing you closer and closer until finally your lips collided with his.

Were you still mad at him? Yes, very much so, but that didn't change the feelings you had for him. The tether between you was far too strong, probably impossible to snap.

Noah didn't waste any time as your kiss deepened and intensified. He leaned back into the pillows of his bed, drawing you with him until your body almost completely covered his. You touched along his face and down his chest, eager fingers tugging and pushing at the shirt he wore. You needed him now.

There were moments when you both liked to take your time, each unwrapping the other like a precious gift, fully savoring the anticipation. Then there were times when it was impatient and needy, as if you couldn't get him inside of you fast enough. Simply a blur of hands until you were both naked without the pesky barriers of clothes getting in the way of your desires.

One guess as to which side you were both currently feeling.

As your clothes were stripped away, flimsy lace being tossed aside, you further crawled on top of him. Knees pressed down onto either side of his hips, your nails scratching along his inked chest before firmly grasping his broad shoulders. The kiss you shared had yet to cease, both of you kissing the other with a desperate need; sweeping tongues and clashing of teeth.

Noah released your hips to cup your breasts within his large hands, thumbs skimming and circling your sensitive nipples to pull a faint whimper from you. Chills formed over your heated skin, your teeth roughly sinking into his lower lip that caused him to hiss and pinch your nipples in return.

“Behave,” he lowly threatened while you could only pout in response.

Both hands then fell from your chest; one dropped to begin pushing his last article of clothing down as the other gripped tight into your hair. Noah roughly yanked your head to the side to further expose your neck, his lips immediately kissing a hot trail to your jaw. He knew exactly what teasing your neck did to you, arousal pooling between your thighs as you needily whimpered for him.

“And you thought you'd be able to stay away.”

You wanted to knee him right in the side for the petty comment, but he was already adjusting your position and tugging you higher up on his hips so you could hover above his hard cock.

Noah smirked against your skin, his tongue flicking at the sensitive spot right below your ear. The moment his teeth nipped at the same spot he pushed your hips down so the wide swollen head of his cock could force through your tight entrance. You gasped and he groaned in unison, his own muscles straining from the vice grip your cunt already had on him.

“I can stay away,” you countered. “I just didn't want to.”

The devilish gleam returned to his eyes while gazing up at you, knowing that deep down you also knew you couldn't stay away. It didn't matter what your stubborn protest said.

Releasing your hair, both of Noah’s hands held tight to your hips. You were still trying to adjust to his size, slowly easing yourself down another inch, but he was clearly much more impatient than you were. This was proven when he forced your hips all the way down until they sat flush against his, the entirety of his cock tunneling through your pussy. Of course how wet you were helped, but nothing could ease the tight stretch.

Your head tossed back as you released a loud moan, all other thoughts leaving your mind except for those of him. Sharp nails dug so deep into his chest that you swore you would draw blood - not that Noah would care.

“Good girl,” the Dark Lord rasped.

His impatience didn't end there. Although he wanted to be kind and let you find your bearings, there was truly no need when he was well aware that you liked things just as he did: rough, animalistic, whatever you wanted to call it.

Keeping you steady atop him, his hips thrusted up from the bed in rapid succession, angling just right to make sure your body quivered and your cries of pleasure never ceased. Noah loved watching you come undone for him, loved seeing your stubbornness overtaken by your pure need for the sensations that only he could give you. Everything about it, from the sounds you made to the way your face contorted in pleasure, was addicting.

You could barely contain yourself as he continued to drive his throbbing cock straight up into you. Your pussy fluttered, more and more of your arousal slipping free until it ran down his length and helped aid in his endeavors to completely ruin you. Noah knew that you were already close, he could tell by the way your moans became more frequent and heightened in pitch.

“That's it,” he grunted as his hands tightened around your waist and he forced you down to roughly meet the upward thrusts of his hips. “Let go.”

As if on command, your body seized and your back arched. An orgasm ripped through you, claiming full control as you trembled and your hips jerked, the pleasure so intense that you couldn't even make a sound.

Noah had no intentions of stopping, though. He settled down against the bed, still buried as deep as possible within the warmth of your climaxing cunt. His grip fell from your waist to your hips, now guiding you in a back and forth grind to keep you overstimulated and whimpering for him.

“You're so fucking beautiful when you cum for me.”

In a swift motion he had you on your back, the papers from his work crunching beneath you, some digging into your skin but it was of no concern to you right then. You were basking in the high of your orgasm, well aware that there was more to come. Noah never stopped at just one. He had to bring you as close to breaking as he possibly could before he was satisfied. Sometimes that could be done in as little as two rounds and sometimes you were at it for hours until you had lost count of your orgasms and forming any sort of coherent thought was impossible.

Not daring to pull out from your warmth, Noah brought one of your legs over so your lower half twisted for him, leaving you open and vulnerable but still capable of seeing each other. You quivered as you felt the thick rigid veins that lined his cock throb when they shifted within you, every inch of you sensitive from the orgasm you were still coming down from.

Noah had a hold of your ass in one hand and your thigh in the other to make sure you remained right where he wanted you as he slowly pulled out until just the head of his cock remained. Then, he used every bit of strength he had to thrust right back into you, the pace being set slow but impossibly hard. Your jaw clenched and your toes curled, your body barely able to handle what Noah presented to you.

You shook your head, squeaks and whimpers of words unsaid escaping from your throat. He knew what he was doing to you, though. He knew exactly what angles to fuck you from that would leave you dumb - for lack of a better term.

“Is it too much for you, my love?” He taunted, a mock sympathetic tone to his voice.

To show that he didn't care, he only picked up his speed, the driving force behind his hips remaining relentless. The harsh slap as your bodies collided sounded through the room, followed by a piercing smack when his strong hand came down upon your ass cheek, mixing with your symphony of moans. Your walls ached and burned but you didn't dare request he stop, not even for a moment, though you didn't truly want him to. You loved when he would get like this, a sort of sadistic gleam flaring in his dark eyes despite trying to pleasure you to the best of his abilities.

“Touch yourself.”

The demand made you whine under your breath. Noah knew what he was doing. You managed to slip your hand down between your clamped thighs, a fingertip brushing the swollen nerves ever so softly, but it was enough to make your body twitch and your cunt clamp tighter around his cock. His brows pulled together, the hold he had on you tightening.

It was too much. Your body was so sensitive, and touching your clit was that mixture of pleasure and pain that made your abdomen muscles tense and your hips writhe.

“I didn't say to stop,” Noah hissed through gritted teeth. How he had known you paused your fingers over your clit, you weren't sure, but you quickly obeyed his demand again.

“N-Noah…” you whimpered, tears brimming your eyes and threatening to spill over. You looked up at him through your watery vision, though you were still able to make out the smirk he wore upon his flushed cheeks. Not even the damp strands of dark hair could cover that look in his eyes as he gazed down at you, enamored with all that you were.

“Uh uh,” he shook his head. “If you stop, then so do I.”

Fuck. That was the last thing you wanted. It may have been too much and overwhelming but you were desperate to cum again. Not only that, but you needed to feel him filling you as well. You needed his cum seeping out of you, warming you from the inside out. Breathing a life into you that was ironic for Death.

His grip remained tight on your thigh though his other hand slithered up to knead at your breast, his fingers digging into your flesh, pinching and tugging your nipple. You were getting close again, so so close. As your own fingers continued to rub your clit, each stroke sending electric shocks through you, you released moan after moan, crying out his name in pleasure.

“Next time we should place a bet on how long you can go without my dick,” he spoke through his own groans, the strain evident in his voice.

Noah released your breast and instead secured his long tattooed fingers around your throat. His grip was tight, a silent reminder that he could easily crush your airways if he ever had the desire to do so. Which he didn't - he would never lay a hand on you in ways you didn't beg for - but the danger of it, the possibility, radiated down to your core and helped build your oncoming climax.

“I know you're constantly needy for it. I can smell your arousal when I'm near, so sweet and intoxicating…”

His voice was raw and deep, each word sending you closer to the edge. Every touch to your body felt like a flame licking your skin, tears still welling in your eyes, your cunt desperate for both your release and his.

“Please…” you begged in a breathless whisper as your fingers circled your clit in a messy rhythm, unable to get pace with his brutal pounding.

Noah’s lips twitched within his lingering smirk when your pleas met his ears, the sound causing his cock to twitch and his hips to snap in a quick succession into you.

A single nod was given, allowing you the gift of an orgasm, and also letting you know that even he couldn't find his words anymore. He was far too focused on the tight grip of your pussy that was swallowing him deeper, almost like he could hear it begging for his cum. If that didn't feed his already oversized ego, then nothing would.

The pressure built until you couldn't stand it anymore. Your fingers and toes tingled, a white hot heat exploding throughout the entirety of your body as you were overcome with your orgasm. Sharp nails raked down his forearm, skin breaking in their path and sullying the tattoos, though you knew it would heal rapidly. Your cunt erupted in a rush that soaked the sheets and also managed to push Noah right over the edge with you. Typically he had better control, but sometimes it was even too much for him.

“Fuck…you're so good at taking it, you always are.”

A final thrust had him emptying inside of you, feeding you that particular warmth you had been desperate for. You hummed in delight, your eyes heavy lidded but focused solely up on him so you could witness his undoing. Noah’s eyes closed and brows furrowed, his jaw falling slack as your name was groaned from him once, twice, three times. You could feel his muscular thighs trembling and you just knew he was trying his best not to collapse on you from the power of his orgasm and also the workout he had just put himself through.

Neither of you had fully calmed before he was leaning down and forcing his lips to yours. He held firm to your chin for the duration of the hungry kiss, though it didn't last nearly as long as you would have preferred.

Breaking from the kiss, Noah sat back up so he could slowly withdraw from your depths. He groaned at the sight of your mixed finishes dripping free, only to gently slide two fingers into your pussy with the gathered cum so you didn't lose a drop. You whimpered at the feeling, legs now spread in front of him and knees shaking.

“Noah,” you murmured in a faint whine. “I can't.”

Your protest didn't stop his fingers from slowly working their way in and out of your sore pussy, the strokes gentle but still overwhelming.

“I know, my love, I just wanted to see those tears again.”

And tears you had - a couple of stray drops falling down your cheeks, mixing with the sweat that you both exuded.

Only when he was satisfied did he remove his fingers, just to bring them to your awaiting lips. As if on instinct you pulled them into your mouth, cheeks hollowing and tongue swirling around his inked digits to clean his cum and yourself from them.

“Good girl.”

Thankfully, Noah let you rest. He easily could've gone again and again but he knew you were merely a mortal (undead or not) and he didn't want the fine line between pleasure and strictly pain to be crossed. Experiencing both was one thing, something you both enjoyed and gave consent to, but forcing you to entertain only the latter for his own selfish needs was not desirable to him.

You drifted in and out of restful sleep as you curled into Noah’s side. Your head rested upon his chest, legs tangled, his strong arm encompassing you and keeping you close. The featherlight touch of his fingertips trailing up and down your arm brought goosebumps forward, though the loving affection had you luling to sleep again. That is, until he spoke what had been plaguing his mind.

“They're going to come for you,” he murmured, a sadness in his voice. “The Light Ones.”

A slight sound escaped you, your head slowly shaking. Your own arm circled around his bare torso, now hugging yourself even closer to his form. Even though he was Death, something everyone feared, he had always brought a sense of peace over you.

“Why do you let them?”

In the past Noah had protested when they'd come for you; he would yell and threaten and make them force you away from him if they were going to take you. Never did he truly fight, though.

A deep inhale caused your head to drift up, and then slowly back down when he exhaled. You knew he was trying to find how to word his response in a way you would understand, or at least so he wouldn’t inadvertently offend you.

“Because at least then I know I'll see you again. If I fight, go to war for you, the Light Ones could end your bloodline completely.”

“As in…”

“You would cease to exist. No other versions. No rebirths. I'd only have my memories of you to keep me going for the rest of eternity.”

All of that for one lousy human? That was the main thing that had always confused you. You didn't understand why you being with Noah was so frowned upon. Why they wanted to make him suffer. Why they were determined to keep you apart. What sort of threat did his happiness pose?

“It's not 'normal’ for us to love because it's not what we were created for, especially not me. The Light Ones claim to have love for all, whereas I'm supposed to be the other side of the coin - the hate.” Noah took in another deep breath as if explaining it all to you physically pained him. Having to admit what his purpose was…it brought him hurt, and in turn, that hurt you.

“So for me to love, and to place all that love in one person, it makes me…” he paused and his arm around you tightened.

“It makes us dangerous.”

This is when you tilted your head up to look at him. Your eyes met and you offered a gentle smile, one to show him that you understood, but that didn't mean you had to accept it. You wouldn't. Not anymore.

“I'm tired of only being able to see you in death,” you softly spoke. Your fingertips grazed slowly along the underside of his jaw and then down the curve of his neck, your gaze following the trail. When you got to the snake you paused, your nail lightly tracing the outline. “I want to fight.”

Noah shook his head and soon his hand clasped around your own, your fingers intertwining together. “I won't risk losing you forever. I can't.”

“And I will,” you challenged, your voice stern. “What you do here in your realm should be none of their concern. You're the fucking King, remember? Or have you already forgotten yelling that at me millenia ago?”

The faintest of smirks tugged at the corners of his lips - of course he remembered. Noah remembered every minute, every second, that he has ever spent with you. Nothing could take those memories from him.

“We'll discuss this further in the morning, after you've slept and had some breakfast.”

With that, Noah blew the candle out on the conversation. The dark now surrounded you both, only the twinkling of the stars he had summoned able to be seen on the ceiling above.

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❍ ACERBUS ! ━━ ellie williams.

⤹ pairing: vampire! ellie x slayer! reader

synopsis: the undead is restless, and an immortal blood sucker arrises for her last dance on earth. Beholding a slayer who has greater plans to lower the blood hungry vampire back into the ground

content: 18+ MDNI! blood mention. death/ talks of death. violence. betrayal. gaslighting. manipulation. hunting/killing. v similar to buffy the vampire slayer. kissing. talks of sex but not directly smut, smut adjacent honestly. vampire! slayer! abby but strictly platonic to the reader. L-Bombs. betrayal. weapons (no guns just daggers n stakes). Ellie is super damon salvatore + katherine coded in this. food play(with cherries). biting. sub-ish loser! ellie. Toxic/dark! ellie

Adficio. To weaken, discourage. To damage or to break.

Adficio was your finger. Coated in the saltiest vibrant red, gooey, and thick. Liquids dripped down the sides of the cushioned flesh and flowed never-ending through you. It tasted metallic, iron pulsating through the liquid; and salty, overly salted. Your tongue ran over the edge of your finger at your paper cut. It stung miserably but you had to get back to work.

As if it wasn’t already late, the sun setting with a musky burnt orange across the sky peeking through the rounded church glass windows of the artifact museum you were ecstatic to go home. Excited to take the warmest shower until the water was scorching hot against your skin and sleep comfortably in your queen-sized plush bed.

You weren’t expecting any more customers this evening, especially with recent town curfews due to mysterious deaths you were preparing to leave right after the key twisted in the lock. With 20 minutes left until closing, you finished dusting off the case of the bookshelf, putting the cream coffee-tinted paper (with your blood still tinting a corner) away into the hefty black book with gold embedded in the spine.

It was an interesting piece of literature, somewhere amongst the lines of old-town supernatural lore and purely fiction but you loved it. It made you hungry, yearning for just a bite wanting more, wanting to sink your teeth into your own flesh. It was important and delicate thin papered copies; and faulty legal documents about a vampire who was rumored to live forever. Pictures; missing from the pages with the name scribbled out in white out. No gun, no knife, no magical life-threatening injury could kill her and she was forever cursed with the pain and treachery to live forever. Although you knew it wasn’t real you still felt yourself being a conspiracist and empathetic. Almost remorseful for the forever young vampire who didn’t ask for a life of immortality. Everything was a little unfair, even for the mundane.

A bell chimed, signally that someone had walked into the museum. Thick-soled boots against the dark wood, creaking beneath them with every step. Shunned light on a lanky and average-height girl, drenched in black from head to toe. You naturally ignored her presence, that was what the bell was for; for questions and giving you the excuse to actually be bothered. So you continued your lonesome activities as proceeded. Picking up your thick wool scarf, wrapping it around your neck in loops; turning off the monitors, and locking the registers.

DING!

Ellie hit the bell with a toothy smirk on her face. Eyeing your figure almost as if you were a bakery-crafted treat as Ellie ran her tongue against the tip of her pointy canines.

“Hi”

Just Hi? You scrunched up your face in confusion at the girl’s rather awkward and sudden intro, her voice was raspy yet soft n direct but she kept her communication clear. If you were being honest she looked dead. Skin pale and drained of any colors besides her cheeks and the root red on her lips, sunken circles around her green ember eyes. She didn’t even look real.

“We are about to close so any prolonged question can wait until tomorrow.” you confessed, keeping it short and sweet, as the girl in front of you only frowned.

You turned your back for a second, reaching into the mini locker behind the desk to grab your coat and your keys, pulling the fabric closer to your chest, when amidst the silence —

DING!

Ellie hit the bell again, making you groan as you turned slowly to look at the auburn-haired girl showcasing a sarcastic smile before reverting her face to a serious expression.

“I am Ellie, and you…you look like you can help me” Ellie whispered sweetly; playfulness rang in her voice as she looked down at the black book that are on the counter. Drool almost dripped out as she looked at the book with her lips parted.

“Did you miss the part where I said we were—”

“Closing soon, yeah yeah I got it. Don’t care, Listen I just need this book and I promise, I’ll be out of your hair” Ellie pleaded bringing her hands up in a prayer position as she gave you a pout. Slowly gliding her ring-coated fingers against the book, making you rush to pull on it from the other end.

“Sorry not for sale! This isn’t a library”

“But it’s…fiction, right? You can make another one” Ellie pulled it into her more, her hands slightly overpowering the grip you had on the book.

“Rules are rules, nothing leaves this museum if it’s not rented”

“So what I am hearing is I can have it?”

“For $100”

Ellie gasped.

“For free? thanks!~” Ellie gave one final tug loosening the book from your very hands and pulling it into her chest.

“I’ll be back! [HEY!] Don’t worry! Don’t stress probably not with the book! [That’s stealing!] Not if it’s rented! Thank you for your help!” Ellie shouted as she bolted out the door, sticky fingers webbed around the book as she ran out.

Making you let out an exacerbated sigh at the odds. You were so going to get fired.

Adiuvo To help or to aid, to assist

If someone told you that the museum book thief would be your girlfriend you would have told them they were lying. It’s been 3 months since the two of you met; 2 that you have officially started dating, although it didn’t feel like it.

Ellie was more secretive than you thought. A mansion to herself where she lived alone which was oddly dark and gothic, you were for certain she would have caused a black paint shortage. Her house was emblematic of a period piece from the 19th century almost a screenshot of a fragment of time. The only odd thing was the mirrors being covered in every corner. A black satin cloth draped over the gold ribbed mirrors almost stapled there with a DO NOT TOUCH!

Ellie hated pictures, she hated phones and settled on a rather outdated Blackberry where she really could only text and make important calls.

Ellie also disappeared often during the day, you only ever really saw her when it was rainy or pushing 8 pm. She’d go ghost on a sunny day but made up for it by pampering you with gentle kisses until you were coated in purple at your neck.

For all of her cons; sins and flaws; aka the disappearing act she made up for it every time. She made it impossible for you to leave. Caging you in by gifting you things that only a fool would leave behind. She gave you a gift of a dainty necklace, as her hands rubbed against your neck to your shoulders placing it right at the center, locking the clasp, and begging you to never take it off. Ellie’s hands didn’t move from behind you when she gave you the necklace that night. It was almost as if she tempted to choke you with it until you listened to her. So you nodded, grabbing onto the little charm, before bringing up a hand to your nose; scrunching your face up at the weird smell the necklace was emulating. Almost like rosemary, thieves, and rotting onion. But you didn’t ask questions, you couldn’t before she whisked you away with a brief kiss to your lips, nibbling at your moisturized lips.

“You love me, right?”

You loved her. With all your precious human beating heart you loved her. Loved her so much that you allowed her to get vulnerable with you that night in the bedroom.

Bashful yet bitchy and sarcastic Ellie became demonic, rough, and perfectly submissive. Ellie was a sucker for fruits. The one human food that didn’t make her stomach queasy and the only thing that could satisfy her cravings for your blood. Preferably all red to enhance the eroticism of the taste.

Ellie found passion in draining the juice out of cherries, swirling her tongue over the plump treat poking her fangs out, before dipping her head down gliding the juices amongst your neck from her tongue.

Ellie repeated this action again. Taking the gentle cherry and squeezing it over your neck, swirling its juices onto your skin with her slender fingers before chewing it whole. Licking her finger tips as she swallowed the fruit whole tossing the pit to the floor.

Ellie watched as your neck dripped the dark crimson liquid, rushing to lick it up; before any of it reached your sheets to leave a fresh splosh stain of red. Ellie was drunk off of the sight of you. Licking over you like a lollipop as her tongue scraped your neck, getting close to your ear.

Ellie lost control.

between the bittersweet taste of the cherries, your fresh and loud perfume it was driving her crazy. Ellie thought her head was screwed on tight, but smelling the scent of one she would call her lover Ellie wanted to do nothing more than cover you in her own. Mask you from the world, hiding you away in greed and hunger.

Her hands gripped at the sheets, fist balled up as she masked a moan struggling to do so when your hand was in her pants. Ellie unfolding like a red lace satin ribbon until she was nothing but a soul. Climax rising deeper…and deeper. You were rubbing up and down in between her folds as she shuttered to hold herself up. Your fingers wet and covered in her juices enough for the wetness to fill the room with a simple pat.

Ellie took the initiative to dig her own hand in between your sleep shorts, mirror your hand motions as the lewd sounds escaped your lips in pure appeasement. Clawing at her back like a cat with your freehand.

Ellie was heavy breathing as her pitch got louder and higher, hips bucking as her hair clung to her forehead in fits of sweat.

Ellie turned into nothing but a moaning mess that night. Shrouding her head in your neck pampering kisses until she couldn’t control the cobra shake of her sharpened fangs pricking her tongue, offsetting her tastebuds. No, she couldn't.

Ellie's mind was shouting a mixture of no's and yes's as she tried to pull away only for you to pull her closer. Ellie let out an animalistic growl muttering an oh fuck before she sunk her teeth into your neck.

“Fuck…wait” Ellie moaned out. She was glad you couldn’t see her face, eyebrows furrowed but her eyes a deep red as veins started to crawl through her skin preparing her to finish off the feed.

Ellie knew if she fed off of you she wouldn’t be able to stop. Until you were one of her, a vampire and your beating heart stopped. Like Ellie needed you, she needed the book; she was going to complete the prophecy.

It starts with you, her perfect pawn.

You tasted like a rich pomegranate in the summer, Ellie’s fangs pulsating as it was deep in the flesh on your neck. Shaking your tender flesh in between her teeth like a dog.

Ellie didn't draw blood but punctured the skin, wincing at the sound of your skin separating between her fangs through her gentle ears. You pushed her away squeezing your eyes closed in pain. Skin pulsing and stinging as her mouth left your neck.

“Ow!- did you just…did you just bite me?”

The redhead stopped, freckles coated a red flush amongst her pale skin, Ellie rambled a hundred sorries. Like a deer gone hunting the cherry juice stained her chin and around her mouth as if she had been messy eating and playing into a ruby lipstick. Stumbling and tripping over her feet as she rushed to put her shoes on and head for your front door as you shouted her name behind her.

Her hair was frazzled, her leather jacket discarded, and her fly unfortunately down.

Leaving you in a mess of saliva and cherry juice; with a pulsating bite mark in your kneck.

48 hours and a complicated reddit search later, with Ellie out of your hair; due to her shame and embarrassment was enough time for a blonde hair slayer to play witness protection.

You were steadily growing frustrated at the repetition of the doorbell ringing as the person on the other end was hitting it like a childish teenager playing ding-dong ditch. Rushing to the door slamming it open to be met with a tall buff blonde who was giving you a perfect smile. Likewise to Ellie, she was notably pale, the color drained from her face almost fading away to her hair making her look like a stoned statue. Thick raybands on her eyes as she held up a terribly condition detectives badge.

“Sorry to cause a disruption, but are you y/n?” The girl spoke up, leaning into her one arm that was posted up against the door creating a distance before the two of you.

You remained silent pushing your knit cardigan closer to cover up your chest in the nippy pre-winter air.

“I’m Abby, Abby Anderson and I believe you know someone who is being a threat to this town.”

You froze, eyeing Abby in front of you as she dug around into her leather jacket pocket, plucking out a very old square picture. Placing the picture face down into your hands allows you to unveil it as if it were a gift. Curiosity got the best of you, aching and throbbing fingertips as you vastly whipped it over to view your lover. Your heart felt as if a chain wrapped tightly around the delicate artery feeling as if the wind had knocked out of you. It was Ellie. Your Ellie but this time she was wearing Victorian clothing, a white blouse peeking through as it was a perfected headshot photographed with just the right amount of dusting and age. She was the missing piece of the book. The name scribbled out it was all her -- the book was all hers.

“I don’t…” you begin flipping the picture back over and putting it in front of Abby, with your hand out “I don’t know who this is. . .”

“I knew you would say that”

Abby snickered as she looked down rubbing her boots against your welcome matt,

“I think its time we chat. Could I have a glass of water please” Abby sends a smile as you prepare to turn your back on the blonde in front of you

Abby was always ahead. Ahead of Ellie, ahead of you, she had been hunting for years. After an accidental bite forced her to succumb to vampirism, life only got hard. Abby shrouded herself away finding comfort in putting down ruthless bloodsuckers who had no better job than to compel humans and make them into a tasty blood margarita. Abby didn’t want the same fate for you. Watching Ellie like a hawk; perhaps a stalker. It was all for a good cause. Ellie was awfully sloppy with how she carried the people she fed from. Sinking her teeth into an innocent being as she drank…and drank until their bodies fell cold and limp against the pavement. Ellie let out a sly moan in satisfaction as she watched the life get sucked out of her victims. The blood dripped down her chin, blood-drunk as she laughed in satisfaction as she licked the blood off of her fangs, and from around her lips being careful not to waste a single damn drop.

Ever since you got in the picture, Ellie’s sloppiness got worse than normal, her drinking patterns have gotten sloppier, and parts of her brain toyed with her. As she strolled the streets at night looking for her midnight snack, sucking the salted liquid through her fangs with her luscious eyes closed, fluttering against the tip of the apple to her cheeks. Ellie saw you. When her eyes closed she pretended that they were you, hell she would never actually do this to you but she couldn’t get your toxic scent out of her mind. Moaning into the neck that she feeds whispering your name as her fangs dig in deeper and suddenly she loses all control, killing the being in the process. Ellie was deeply flawed; allowing a human to get in between the priorities of her stone-cold heart, but whatever she wanted she was certain she would have.

“I think you have to invite me in first, it’s impolite for me to walk into your wonderful home without permission” Abby confessed, lying straight through her teeth, she didn’t care what was right or wrong she just needed permission or else she wouldn’t be allowed in.

Deja vu hit you, remembering how Ellie made the same statement the first time she came over to visit you apart from the museum.

“You may come in”

Acerbus Bitter, gloomy, and dark.

Vampire.

That was a word that was enough to make your stomach curl up into a million knots.

The cold ones.

No one could have prepared you to put your girlfriend to rest. The person who you saw forever with, wanting to get married and have a couple of children too, was all nothing but a lie and impossible. It was so refreshing to you, like a kiss of air, and nature healing itself, but slowly your emotions and your joy turned into a rotting flower, decaying along with all of your emotions tinted black. Over the course of a few weeks, you’ve sharpened your knives and coated your doors in some kind of vampire repellent given to you by Abby. The blonde has taught you how to hunt and detect vampires, the power of the stake, and what unfinished business Abby had with taking down Ellie.

Ellie on the other hand, you haven’t seen in a few days. Maybe it was because you were distracted; the auburn girl turning to nothing but a whisper and rattle of the leaves, spiraling into another one of her disappearing acts.

Now you stood at her very own tombstone, which seemed rather distasteful; bless you, but you were trespassing. Trailing behind Abby like a lost puppy as she took a hammer, drawing back her arm to slam onto the lock that was Ellie’s above-ground grave. Abby came up with a bright and elite plan on how to trap Ellie back at the museum, but the two of you couldn’t have done it without the weapon that knocked her into a stone coma for ages. No, it doesn’t kill her, but it would slow her down and freeze her until it was time for her to be brought back; which would be never. You thought it was beautiful, fresh marble and sleek black with roses surrounding the front entrance into her small 4x4 square, which the main entrance was blocked by a gate — with a hefty lock which you assumed was where Ellie’s casket had been placed.

“The roses are fresh, I think it’s best if we hurry” Abby whispers, matching the tone of the wind that was spirling above the two of you.

Abby took her hands dragging them down at the lock which opened the gate to Ellie’s tomb. The inside was barely lit, with unlit candles surrounding Ellie’s coffin that had the lid wide open with chains dangling from it. Modern-day gothic– and eerie to the touch. As you took careful steps walking around it; it seemed almost impersonal. You wanted to cry and shrivel up, that the way you’d been living for 3 months was a lie, running your hands around the perimeter of her coffin as if you were looking down at a body inside. But there was nobody and you knew the worst would have to come for Ellie to soon return to her rightful place. Abby however got right to work, brushing past you to tap every corner of the brick, reaching for Ellie’s casket, and digging through the built-in cushions. Abby grunts until she stops when her fingers prick a sharp tool.

“Ow!... I got it” Abby hissed as she pulled out a thick and sleek shiny silver dagger with Latin scriptures engraved into the handle and metal of the knife. Abby briefly wiped it against the leather, twirling it in her hand before taking a bag of mercury and dipping the tip of the knife into the material. All you could do is watch, stake in the back pocket of your jeans that was covered by your jacket.

“So what now?” you pushed, putting a hand on your hip.

“We get the fuck ou—-”

Abby stopped talking briefly pulling you into a shadow, blocked by a pillar making you go unnoticed.

“What are you—”

Abby shushed you, reaching a hand up to cover your mouth as you now heard what Abby was hearing. Strong, sloppy footsteps, walking into the tomb as the gate to the entranced creaked.

The stranger groaned before letting out a sniff into the air.

“Y/n I know you’re here.” Ellie croaked, her voice slurring as she limped towards her own casket hovering over it with a loud creak as your body shook beneath Abby’s gentle touch.

“The cats out of the bag babe, fuckin’... let’s just talk c’mon” Ellie pleaded as her boots squeaked against the floor as she was visibly pacing.

You shook your head as Abby briefly turned your body around whispering to you.

It’s the only way.

With that Abby pushed you out from the hiding spot making you let out a yelp as you stumbled onto the floor in front of Ellie. She looked demonic, unreal almost. Blood dripping down her chin spread against her chest, and her hair was a filthy mess. Her once-green eyes glowed a sweet red under the pale moonlight as she watched you crumble on the floor trying to stand up.

“There you are~” Ellie teased as she took a few steps towards you making you crawl back.

“Thought we were gonna have to play hide and seek glad you’re so smart” Ellie taunted as she turned around kicking over a few candles surrounding her casket.

“What did you do?” You shouted, groaning as you used the nearby wall to push your weight up.

“Who did you kill?”

Ellie laughed. You frowned; disgustedly watching as Ellie only laughed at your panicked state. She thought your fear was funny, she could smell it off of you.

“Why? You scared?” Ellie jabbed tilting her head with a really? expression on her face.

Ellie reached her arm out for you to take which you stared at as if she was infected, so she took it back rolling her eyes. Ellie slid off her leather jacket and threw it onto the floor at your feet giving you a perfect view of her spaghetti-strapped cami and the tattoo on her arm.

“I think of you when I feed you know…as my teeth sink down into someone so innocent, like a deer…”Ellie began as she walked towards you slowly making you walk backward moving away.

“Get away from me” you gritted taking the stake out from your back pocket and crossing it over your front pointing side up.

“Ooh~” Ellie teased as she walked even closer until the stake was lined up with her heart. “What are you gonna do, kill me?” Ellie whined giving you a false pout similar to when you first met her in the museum and she stole the book.

“Not even a kiss goodbye?” Ellie taunted, as her body hovered over yours pressing deepening to the stake that was carving into her shoulder.

“Only you could hurt me like this, god what are you doing?” Ellie whispered, with that the waterworks came through as you started to cry, sobbing viciously letting out cries of “get away” as she was in front of you.

“Shh…Shh…Shh” Elie started grabbing at your arms with a firm hold from the base of your wrist gripping tightly. “Don’t cry” Ellie comforted you as she kept one arm around yours holding the dagger and another one up at your temple to which she leaned in giving you a kiss on the cheek staining your cheek with blood. Not her blood or your own but someone else, making you cry even more.

“I don’t- I can’t…we’re over Ellie” You cried out, sniffling in between sobs as your head dropped in defeat.

“I’m sorry I lied to you. . . I’m sorry for what I did. . .I can’t control it, you know that right?” Ellie took a large gulp as she backed away from you shaking out her hands. Ellie was suddenly getting nervous, panicking at the way you were crying. “I just get these urges, I only feed when I want to feed off you so I don’t hurt you. Babe, please listen to me”

“I have to kill you.” You dropped the bomb as Ellie’s sudden panicked state turned defense; she was getting angry and hostile. “I let you into my home…I let you kiss me, I let you fuck me and you didn’t think once to tell me who you really were”

“How is that fair?”

Ellie was numb, staring at you; her lover with a deadpanned expression on her face, deprived of any emotion, she was being straightforward “If you are gonna kill me don’t use that it’s not gonna work” Ellie spat, backing away as she walked over to her coffin staring down at the white cushioning inside. Finally wiping her chin with the back of her hand.

“You’re gonna let me kill you?” you inquired, lowering the dagger by your waist as you watched Ellie watch over her own coffin.

“Only you. Because I know eventually you’ll miss me and take it out and set me free.”

“You don’t know that” you shook your head.

“But I do, I always do” Ellie took the initiative to reach into the coffin similar to how Abby did when the two of you first entered the tomb, patting the bedding as her eyes scrunched up in confusion as she looked away from you.

“Wait where is it”

You knew what she was looking for.

“Y/n what did you do with the dagger that was in this coffin…god what is that smell who is in here with you” Ellie was growing pissed off; anger nagging at her as she was looking control again, fangs poking out on instinct as she grew hostile within the room.

“It’s just me…”

Ellie shook her head closing the coffin. “No someone else is here I can feel them”

“Ellie…it’s just me” you whispered, trying to convince her as best as you possibly good. There was no way she would buy it, but you could lie your ass off and hope she wouldn’t sniff out the hound.

“You can’t kill me with that, I say you just go for it and let whoever took the main piece finish me off”

“Ellie I can’t—”

“I love you!”

You froze, you were her lifeline her weakness. The tether that kept her together as your soul was indefinitely embedded in her own. I love you, so sentimental and meaningful you didn’t wanna use it lightly and in this moment you knew she wasn’t using it against you.

“Hey…shhh don’t cry, I love you”

You had no time to prepare, lost in her lustful green eyes, pupils dilating at the sight of you. As Abby snuck behind her, stabbing Ellie in the back making the both of you let out a gasp. Ellie looked down to her chest seeing the dagger poking through the other side of her body. Black blood pooled out and meshed with her black camisole. Ellie tilted her head to look at you, who had your arms steady around her shoulders so she wouldn’t tip over. Your Ellie gave you a faint smile. Your fear-stricken face, eyes wide as you looked at Abby who paced around Ellie to see if the dagger even worked.

“H-have…fun”

“What?” you jabbed, face scrunching up in confusion. Ellie didn’t look afraid to die, hell she knew you would need her. Her words slurred as she was slowly succumbing to an endless slumber.

“Have fun, my blood is….blood ‘n your veins…I’ve put…I put my blood in your tea. Good luck being a vampire baby fangs”

Baby fangs.

Abby shouted NO! Behind you, but it was far too late. Ellie took out her hidden arm revealing a similar dagger to her very own; raising her arm up reflexively to jab it into your own neck as your blood started to pool out. No, it wasn’t going to kill you permanently. However, it would trigger a death into human you and allow you to become what Ellie was. What you tried so hard not to be.

A bloodthirsty vengeful vampire.

You panicked at your slow-beating heart; transcending you into a state of permanent drowsiness and immortality. Beats moving slower and slower as if your heart was put in a freezer locker and your body was chilling over. There was nothing you could do, it was too late. Tears pricked your eyes as a salty clear tear dripped down your face as you felt yourself lose consciousness collapsing on top of your already stoning lover. She betrayed you, the sneaky sly fox was ahead of you. A wolf in sheep’s clothing

“I told you I loved you.”

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pretty woman | teom part ii

You receive a nice welcoming gift. Feelings you thought were long gone begin to surface.

──── PAIRING. sub!milf!wanda x dark!player!reader

──── CONT. established wandavision, heavy flirting, thirsting, unresolved sexual tension, reader uses she/they pronouns, tommy and billy ship it

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“Mom, mom! Let’s go and meet the new neighbour!”

“Can we show her Sparky? Please?”

Wanda nods to her boys, trying to get them to calm down. Her seven-year-olds were far too energetic and lively, and sometimes taking care of them was excessively taxing. But of course, Vision was rarely there to help.

Shooing the boys away for the moment, despite cries of protest, Wanda escapes into the kitchen to finish her housewarming gift for you.

It had been a day since that incident, and Wanda had just gotten over her initial embarrassment.

Wanda wipes the sweat off her forehead as she uses oven mittens to take the baked cookies out of the oven. She sighs in relief to see that they turned out alright. It took Wanda about three tries to get it right. (No, she wasn’t trying hard to impress you. Obviously.)

The scent of the melted chocolate chips wafts over the house. “Want one!” Billy screeches, bounding over to the kitchen in record timing at the smell. He goes to grab at a cookie, before letting a cry and dropping it when he realizes just how hot it was.

Tommy, following closely behind his brother, bursts into shrieks of laughter. “You’re so stupid!” he yells, as Sparky — their dog — barks vehemently in agreement. Billy pouts.

Wanda rolls her eyes, letting out an exhausted huff. All this over a woman you held eye contact with for three seconds. Way to go, wanda. Your marriage with your husband is thriving.

After about half an hour, Wanda deems herself presentable enough to show up next door without foolishly embarrassing herself. The boys sprint over in record time, ringing on their new neighbours’ doorbell.

“Oh, hang on! gimme a moment!” A voice yells from inside. Wanda holds her breath in unexpected anticipation, internally dying to actually see you for the first time. Would you remember her staring from your window? I mean, of course you would, there was no doubt about that — but you had just looked so-

“Pretty.”

Wanda chokes on air, and you’re pretty sure you do as well. The word that had filled the silence was words of your own, blurted out the moment you set your eyes on her.

“Yeah, my mom’s pretty,” Tommy says nonchalantly, flicking his dark hair with a childishly aloof expression. Billy merely giggles, shoving his brother, raising his eyebrows at you like he knew something.

You, on the other hand, are lost in your trance of checking out your neighbour you briefly saw the previous day. Naturally, you just had a stronger attraction to women older than you, with their curves and edges and breasts and motherly eyes and the way they cared for their young children — Wanda was currently ticking all of the boxes in your fantasy like she could read your mind, and your eyes kept going back to her damn cleavage, because who the hell allowed her to wear such a low-cut shirt that pulled at all the right angles?

“I’m Y/N L/N, pleasure to meet you,” You manage to spit out after what seemed like an eternity. Your voice was definitely too hoarse, but you played it off like it was due to sleep deprivation in the morning.

When you try to make eye contact with the woman again, you realise she’s looking elsewhere. The ‘elsewhere’ in question, happens to be your partially-clothed body. You smirk inwardly, for you hadn’t been the only one ogling.

Wanda had been running her experienced eyes run over your messily-tousled hair and black sports bra and the glorious artifact that is your sculpted torso. She harbours the criminal urge to run her palms all over it, and trace your chiseled v-line that goes into hiding beyond your grey sweatpants. Wanda’s mouth dries up. she has to consciously snap her jaw shut or else she would’ve been ogling at you for an eternity.

Finally managing to tear her eyes off your distracting physique, Wanda’s greeted with the sight of your mischievous grin and twinkling eyes. Caught. The brunette woman shifts her footing in embarrassment, brushing at a stray lock of hair.

You chance a quick wink at her, just like the day before, and Wanda flushes from head to toe. Cute.

This time, you choose the safe option, to send the boys a friendly grin – they're her children, you deduce. “I’m Tommy,” a blonde boy announces cheekily, and his dark-haired brother shoves him in retaliation. “No, I’m Tommy.” he corrects, folding his arms and then sticking his tongue out at his brother. “His name is Little Prat.”

“Oi! That’s rude!”

“You started it, dude.”

“Boys!” the woman calls out in exasperation, looking at them with a mildly disappointed and evidently tired expression. She glances at you wearily, and you smile in understanding.

“Why don’t you guys come on in and watch some TV? There’s still some boxes around, but I’ve cleaned out the place and the sofa is pretty comfy,” you suggest, meeting Wanda’s eyes in search for approval. She nods, letting out a sigh of relief for the escape.

Almost immediately, the boys stop arguing and sprint inside with shouts of ‘my show!’. The brunette looks at them fondly, a small smile on her face. You think you’d like to make her smile like that. Gratefully, she turns to you. “Thank you for that,” she murmurs sincerely.

“My pleasure. Also, am i going to get to know your name, or am I going to be kept in the dark?” you tease.

“Right,” Wanda responds sheepishly, forgetting she hadn’t introduced herself yet. She clears her throat, determined to get it right this time. “I’m Wanda Maximoff, and we live just next door. But you already knew that. As a housewarming gift, I actually baked some chocolate chip cookies, if you’d like them.”

“Oh wow, Wanda,” you say, as she hands over a paper bag with containers of cookies. “Damn, if I get food like this all the time I’ll stay here forever.”

Wanda giggles, then grows internal fear at the fact she just giggled. Like, what was that? A giggle? Seriously? Way to impress the hot neighbour, Wanda. Wait, why am I trying to impress the hot neighbour? I’m married!

You move to hold the door open for her. Chivalry, Am i right? As Wanda walks past you, your eyes fall to the curve of her ass. Nope, still a whore for hot moms.

After pulling back a chair for Wanda at the dining table and bringing her hot coffee, you sit down beside her, glancing over at the boys. They’re invested in an episode of Phineas and Ferb. You recognize it as the one from Season Three where Doofenshmirtz creates the Stain-inator to ruin the town mayor’s painting. Hey, don’t blame me for having a young soul — Phineas and Ferb is for all ages.

“You’re so good to the kids,” Wanda says softly, hauling you out of your temporal trance. Once again, you’re reminded of Wanda’s effortless beauty, with her small hands cradling the steaming coffee mug, long eyelashes fluttering as she blows at the hot beverage.

“Is that hard to believe?” you respond slowly, eyes trailing over her expression. Wanda’s face morphs from a relaxed one to another that is clouded with trouble and burdens. You frown in concern.

“Well,” Wanda hesitates. “I suppose so. I’m not used to someone caring for my boys so blatantly and openly. Their father…… is not always present. He’s busy all the time. His head is always tucked down, and I’m just scared that by the time he looks up again, the boys won’t be waiting with an eager smile anymore. Sometimes I wonder, if he’s married to me or his job.”

You absorb this information with a growing frown, jaw clicking as it clenches. You decide that you do not like Wanda Maximoff’s husband.

For the first time in a long time, your chest flares, and your inner demons crawl, clawing in…… Possessiveness? Jealousy? Anger? You physically shudder, and Wanda notices.

“Sorry,” she says hurriedly, looking down in shame. “I shouldn’t have told you all that, you must think of me as a terrible mother now. I’m so sorry–”

“Don’t be,” you interrupt, placing a hand on her thigh. “I just…… your husband sounds like an asshole, with all due respect.”

Wanda laughs, a trinkle of a melody, and you calm down. “Thank you,” she murmurs softly, batting her lashes while looking at you. You’re pretty sure she doesn’t even know what it does to you.

Well, you could have your fun as well.

You take your time with it, using your thumb to brush against the skin of her thigh, under the guise of comforting a friend. You pretend not to notice how wanda fidgets under your touch, pressing her legs together and blushing a whole lot more.

This hardly does anything to satiate your true urges. Wanda turns to you with a curious gaze, almost innocent. You try to shove it down, try to quell it, but you’re growing ravenous. She opens her mouth, asking you something. You don’t hear it, you’re too busy staring at her lips.

“...Are you even listening to me?” Wanda asks with an adorable smile, shaking her head at you in faux disappointment.

“Nope,” you answer boldly with a cheeky smile, sliding your hand further up her thigh, knuckles brushing against the hem of skirt. You delight in the way Wanda’s breath hitches, conflicting emotions flickering across her pretty face. You want more.

Your left foot hooks around the leg of her chair, dragging it closer to yours. Wanda looks up at you, frozen. She still hasn’t moved from your grasp.

“Tell me more about you,” you ask, with an innocent smile, As if you hadn’t been the causation of Wanda’s inner turmoil. “I’d like to get to know my neighbour better, hm?”

“Uhm,” Wanda begins, not knowing how to act with the close proximity. She hates how her thighs are clenching, how she seems to be sweating abnormally. “I-”

“Momma! It’s time to go home, Sparky needs to go for his walk,” Billy states, shattering the moment in a matter of milliseconds. Wanda doesn’t know how your hand disappears from the territory of her thighs so quickly, but she already misses your fleeting touch.

When she snaps out of it, you’re already chattering excitedly with boys, playing up to their energies exceedingly well. It’s highly evident that her boys enjoy your company, but Wanda is at a loss of how you’re acting as if your hand hadn’t just been inches from her underwear a few moments ago.

What’s more jarring is the fact that her panties were damp, even, with the evanescent presence of your ring-adorned fingers.

‘You’re a woman with needs, it’s normal,’ Wanda tells herself, shaking off her intrusive thoughts. ‘Vision doesn’t want sex, but you have to respect that.’

But then Wanda looks at the way you scoop up both Tommy and Billy with an effortless ease, then spinning them around, your biceps seemingly blinding with the reflection of the light. Or maybe that was her own wilding imagination.

Wanda clears her throat in an attempt to find a semblance of composure. She ushers Tommy and Billy out the door with a newfound haste, disliking the storm of conflict within her. “Be sure to give me a call if you need anything,” Wanda adds, daring herself to make eye contact with you. You’d exchanged numbers earlier.

“Oh, I’ll call you,” comes your witty reply, and a quick wink.

The brunette looks away, knowing the tips of her ears are burning. Damn it, get it together, woman.

You lean against the cashew-coloured doorframe with your arms folded across your chest, watching Wanda chastising the boys’ rowdiness as they walk back to their own place.

As you expect, just before she escapes back into the comfort of her own home, Wanda chances a look back at your front porch. When the brunette realizes you were still watching, she fumbles flusteredly.

‘Pretty’, you mouth to the older woman once again, then lifting up a hand to blow her a flirtatious kiss. You duck back into your house before Wanda can even react, unable to stop the sides of your mouth from tugging up into a stifled chortle.

With Wanda Maximoff living right next door, your time spent at Westview was guaranteed to be a rather eventful one.

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bossbtch1 · 11 months ago

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Cat and Mouse part 2 (end)

Part 1, Part 2

Summary : Having left Bucky and the past behind, you managed to sold the artifact and anonymously return the stolen case. Seeking solace, you settled in a quaint cottage. However, your peaceful life is disrupted when a familiar face from your past, appeared on your doorstep. Run, hide, repeat. But will you outrun your hunter?

Pairings : Bucky Barnes x f!reader as Black Cat

TW : Smut, NSFW, 18+ ONLY

Tags : Fluff, Chase, Hunter & Prey, Stalking, Suspense, Banter, Flirting, Playful!Bucky, Flirty!Bucky, Sexual Tension, Dirty Talk, Begging, Fingering, Oral f receiving, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasm, Creampie

Words : 11,1k

A/N : The part y'all have been waiting for. Enjoy!

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After that day, you needed to get out of the city, Bucky would be pissed about you getting away again. But you also wanted to keep yourself busy, and you had the perfect distraction. You sold the artifact for a fortune and lived a comfortable and safe life, what the buyer wanted with the artifact was none of your business. You also returned the vibranium you stole to the Avengers, anonymously of course.

You found the place by chance, a small cottage in the countryside. It was exactly what you needed, peace and quiet. You didn't need to worry about being followed, no one knew where you were.

You settled into a routine, the days passing quickly. You spent your time painting, the sun shining through the windows. It was the perfect place to hide, and you were going to enjoy it. The days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months. You kept yourself busy, enjoying the peace and quiet. But you couldn't help but miss the excitement of the city, and the thrill of the chase.

One day, as you were reading a book, you heard a noise coming from outside. You went to investigate, and there was no one there. You were sure that someone was there, though, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

You didn't know if it was an animal or a human, but you knew that something was out there. You grabbed your gun, the metal cool against your palm. You stepped outside, the night air crisp and cool.

The silence was broken by a twig snapping, and you whirled around, your gun pointed at the darkness. You saw a shadow move, and you fired a warning shot. "Who's there?," you called out, your voice echoing through the trees.

There was no answer, only silence.

You walked further into the woods, the leaves crunching beneath your feet. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears, the blood rushing through your veins.

Suddenly, you felt something brush against your leg. You looked down, and a pair of glowing eyes stared back at you. The cat meowed and ran off into the shadows, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. You were sure that someone had been watching you, but now, it seemed like you were just being paranoid. You made your way back to the cottage, the gun still clutched in your hand.

You decided to spend the rest of the night inside, with the doors and windows locked. You sat in front of the fireplace, the flames casting eerie shadows across the room. You didn't sleep that night, the feeling of being watched lingering.

You were going to have to be more careful, the feeling of being watched was a new one. Maybe it was the isolation getting to you, maybe it was the paranoia. Either way, you had a feeling that things were about to get interesting.

In the morning, you packed a bag, your gun tucked away. You weren't sure what was going on, but you weren't about to take any chances. As you finished packing, you hurried outside, hoping to make it to the town before dark.

Then as you opened your door, you saw Bucky. His hair was longer, and he was wearing a hoodie and jeans, but you would recognize him anywhere. He was leaning against the hood of your door, his arms crossed over his chest. It was like he had been waiting for you.

"Hello, Y/N," he said, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

You tried to stay calm, your mind racing. You couldn't believe that he had found you, and you were suddenly aware of how close he was. You didn't move, your hand tightening around the doorknob.

He eyes your bags, he smirked, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "Going somewhere?"

You were so shocked to see him, that you couldn't find the words to speak. He looked even more handsome than you remembered, his hair slicked back, and a few days' stubble on his chin.

You smiled trying to hide the fact that your heart was pounding in your chest. "Bucky. What a coincidence, I was about to go visit you. You know, for our reunion." you lied, not wanting him to know how truly scared you were.

Bucky gave you a knowing look. "Sure you were."

Your face fell as he pushed past you, entering your house. You followed him, closing the door behind you. "Bucky, what are you doing here?"

He ignored you, his gaze roaming over the cottage. You watched as his eyes took in every detail, and you hoped he wouldn't notice the small bag by the door.

"You know, this is a really nice place," he said, his fingers brushing over a wooden table. "You did a good job picking it."

"I've worked hard on it," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bucky turned to you, his eyes meeting yours. "It shows."

You shifted nervously, not sure what to say. He walked closer to you, his body inches from yours. You could feel his breath on your face, and you struggled to control your breathing.

"I've missed you, Y/N," he said, his voice husky. "After that little stunt you pulled, I gotta say I'm impressed."

You swallowed hard, your mouth dry. You could feel your heart beating fast, and you wanted nothing more than to run. But you knew that he wouldn't let you, and the thought made your stomach turn, in a good and bad way but more good than bad somehow.

You shrugged, "What can I say? I had the element of surprise."

He nodded, his gaze falling on you. "Oh you do. But I know that's not all there was to it."

You felt his hands on your waist, and you shivered. Your eyes met his, and you saw the desire there, the raw need. You pried his hands from you as you pulled away from him and asked "How did you find me?"

He shrugged, "It wasn't easy. You really know how to hide your tracks, but I've always been good at finding people. You're not the only one who's good at being a ghost."

You didn't respond, your mind racing. You could feel his eyes on you, and you knew he was waiting for an answer. You didn't know what to say, so you decided to play along.

"So what do you want, Bucky? Why are you here?"

"I said I missed you, doll." He sat on the sofa, patting the seat beside him. "Now, why don't you sit down, and we can talk about it."

You didn't follow his command, instead choosing to stand a safe distance away from him. He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips curling into a smile.

"Why don't you tell me the real reason you're here?," you said, a slight edge to your voice.

He leaned back, his blue eyes never leaving yours. "Like I said, I missed you. I was worried about you, so I came to check on you.”

Rolling your eyes, patience wearing thin, you retorted, "Stop lying, Bucky. I highly doubt you trekked all the way here just for a casual chat," you challenged, crossing your arms.

He stood up, his hands in his pockets. "Alright, you got me. I want to play a game with you."

You laughed, shaking your head. "A game? You came all the way out here just to play a game? Really, Bucky?"

"Weren't you the one who said life is just a game and we're all players in it?," he said, walking toward you.

You were taken aback, surprised that he remembered. "I did," you said, taking a step back.

"So, are you ready to play?"

You took another step back, your heart racing. "What kind of game?"

He stepped closer, his body inches from yours. "It's the game you love playing the most, cat and mouse.”

You couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation hitting you. "What to do? I’ve put that behind me. As you can see.” You walked toward your new place, “I’m living a simple, safe, and normal life."

Bucky shook his head, his eyes never leaving yours. "Are you, Y/N? I'm not so sure." he asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.

You could feel his gaze on you, and you shifted uncomfortably. "I am."

Bucky chuckled, “You’re fooling yourself, sweetheart.” He leaned forward, his eyes never leaving yours. “Beside, I know you love a good chase, and I'm the best there is."

"Bucky, I'm done running," you said, the truth of your words hitting you hard.

Bucky shook his head, his lips curved in a mischievous grin. "But we haven't even started yet, doll. The fun hasn´t begun yet."

You couldn't deny that Bucky was right, you did love the thrill of the chase, and the idea of him chasing you sent a shiver down your spine. You bit your lip, trying to think of a way out of this. But you knew it was no use, he had trapped you. “How does this so-called game work?”

"It's as straightforward as it gets. I chase, you run. If I catch you, I win. If you manage to stay away from me, congratulations, you win."

"What are the rules?" you asked, already suspecting the answer.

"No rules, sweetheart. Just a good old-fashioned chase. No tricks, no traps, just a straight chase.”

You couldn't help but chuckle at his confident demeanor. "And what's the prize for the winner?"

Bucky's smirk deepened. "Ah, that's the fun part. If you win, we go our separate ways, never to cross paths again. Or....." his voice trailed off, his eyes burning with desire.

You were frozen, his words sending shivers down your spine. You knew that you shouldn't have gotten involved with him, but you couldn't help yourself. He was charming, and sexy, and everything you'd ever wanted in a man.

"Or?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Or," he leaned forward, his breath hot against your skin, "you get to have your wicked way with me."

Your heart skipped a beat, your mind racing. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't help yourself. You tried to hide your excitement hearing that, you scoffed, trying to play it cool. "What? Like tie you up and have my way with you?"

Bucky nodded, his lips curved in a smirk. "If that's what you want, doll. Whatever gets you off."

You blushed, not expected such a candid answer. He sure did change, what to say? He was more playful now? You wondered what happened with him.

He smiled, "You can even blindfold me, so I can't see what's coming. That's how confident I am."

"You're bluffing."

"Try me." He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "But I promise, whatever you do to me, I'll love it."

"This is stupid, Bucky."

"Maybe, but I know you want to."

You crossed your arms, adopting a defiant stance. "And what makes you so sure?"

Bucky grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "The way you look at me, the way you bite your lip when I get close. It's written all over your face, sweetheart."

Rolling your eyes, you retorted, "You're reading too much into things."

"Am I now?" He stepped back, feigning innocence. "Guess we'll find out during our little game. You can try to run, but you won't be able to escape the truth."

You scoffed, "This whole thing is ridiculous. Why did you even come here?"

Bucky's demeanor shifted, his expression turning sincere. "Because I missed you, Y/N. And maybe, just maybe, I missed the chase too."

Your eyebrows shot up, skeptical. "You missed the chase?"

He nodded. "There's an excitement to it, a thrill that I can't find anywhere else. Plus, chasing you is always interesting."

You could feel your resolve crumbling, your need for him overtaking your sense. You wanted to say yes but there must be a catch, there had to be, and he had already admitted that it was a game.

"What's the catch, Buck? There's got to be a catch."

"No catch, sweetheart."

You raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced. He seemed like the type who would play by his own rules, take what he wanted. Perhaps, this was his strategy – make you believe there were no strings attached, only to surprise you later. "And if you win?" you asked, not sure if you wanted to hear the answer.

He leaned in, his voice a low whisper. "If I win, I get to keep you."

Your breath hitched in your throat, and you could feel your cheeks burning. "What do you mean by 'keep me'?"

He gave you a wolfish grin. "Whatever you're thinking, it's not even half of it."

You were stunned by his response, your mind racing. You knew that if he caught you, you'd never be able to escape him, and a part of you was excited by the idea. But the rational side of you knew it was a bad idea, and you had worked too hard to let it all go to waste.

You stepped closer to him, your body inches from his. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and you could smell his intoxicating scent. "That's a bit unfair, the win and the loss," you replied, a slight smile on your face.

He raised an eyebrow, "Are you worried I'll catch you?"

You couldn't help but chuckle, his confidence was admirable. "No, I'm just saying it's not a fair reward.”

"Maybe. But what's life without a little risk?" He smiled, "Besides, I know you love a challenge."

You bit your lip, thinking. The thought of spending time with Bucky was exciting, and the idea of him chasing you was equally thrilling.

But was the risk worth it?

You knew that if you lost, you'd be stuck with him. And the thought of being at his mercy made your heart race.

You had to admit, the possibility of losing, was also a turn on. The thought of him catching you and taking his reward, sent a shiver down your spine.

You smiled, "Fine. I'll play."

He smiled, "I'm glad, I wouldn't want you to lose confidence in your abilities."

"Confidence isn't an issue, I know how good I am," you retorted, a smirk on your lips.

"Well, let's put that to the test, shall we?", he said, glancing at his watch.

You knew that there was no point in arguing with him, and you were secretly excited by the challenge. "What if I choose the first option? That we’re going to separate our own way?”

"If that's what you want, sweetheart." He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But I know that's not the case."

"Oh, really? How would you know?," you asked, folding your arms across your chest.

"Because you want it just as bad as I do. You're just afraid of losing control."

His words struck a nerve, and you couldn't deny the truth in them. Fear of losing control had always been your Achilles' heel. Swallowing your pride, you retorted, "Don't flatter yourself."

Bucky stepped closer, the air charged with anticipation. "I've seen the fire in your eyes, doll. You thrive on the chaos, the unpredictability. Deep down, you want to lose control and let go."

Your facade wavered, a momentary vulnerability breaking through. "Maybe you don't know me as well as you think."

Bucky's gaze held an intensity that made your heart race. "Challenge accepted, sweetheart. Let the game begin."

You squared your shoulders, accepting the challenge laid out by him. "Fine. Let's see what you've got."

"Good. Now, I'll give you a ten-minute head start. Use it wisely," Bucky offered.

You were surprised that he was willing to give you a head start, and you wondered if it was a trick. But you knew that it didn't matter, either way, the result would be the same. You had no doubt that he would catch you.

"Ready," he asked, his blue eyes boring into yours. "Can't wait to claim my prize."

Your laughter echoed through the room. "Sure, but you should know, I don't lose."

His grin was equal parts confident and mischievous. "Neither do I, sweetheart. Neither do I."

"Now, get going, sweetheart. And try to make this fun for me, won't you?"

"Only if you do the same for me," you teased, before running out the door, the thrill of the chase sending a shiver down your spine.

"Oh I will, sweetheart. Don't you worry about that." As he watched you ran off into the woods, he was already planning on how to claim his prize. As much as the chase excited him, Bucky wasn't going to rush things. He was going to savor every moment of this savor every moment of this game.

You didn't have much of a head start, but you were determined to make the most of it. You knew that Bucky was a formidable opponent, and that you had to use your wits to evade him. You also knew that he was tracking you, which made it even more challenging. You quickly made your way through the woods, staying low and quiet. You knew the woods in the back of your head, and you used that knowledge to your advantage.

You ducked behind a large tree, your breathing heavy. You knew that he would catch up soon, and you needed a plan. You knew that if he caught you, you would be his, and that thought made your stomach flutter. You had 10 minutes head start and you were going to make the most of it.

The wind rustled the leaves, and the sky was darkening. You knew you had to move fast if you wanted to stay ahead. Suddenly, a twig snapped behind you. You turned around, but there was no one there. But you knew he was close, and that sent a thrill down your spine.

You hurried through the woods, careful not to make any noise. You could feel his presence, and you knew that he was closing in on you. You didn't know if he was doing it on purpose, but you didn't care. You were enjoying the game, and you were determined to win. You then heard his voice not far from you.

His taunting voice echoed nearby, "You can run, but you can't hide," accompanied by the teasing refrain, "Come out, come out wherever you are." The continuous taunts grated on your nerves, bordering on annoyance.

You continued to evade him, keeping out of sight. Your heart was pounding, and you could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins. It had been a while since you'd felt this alive, and you were relishing the feeling.

It had only been 20 minutes, and you were already feeling the exhaustion, but you didn't let that stop you. You kept moving, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as possible. But you knew that it was only a matter of time before he caught up to you, and the thought both excited and scared you.

The sky was growing darker, and the wind was picking up. You could feel the rain threatening to fall, and you knew that the conditions would make it easier for you to hide, the sound and smell of the rain would help conceal your location. You took a deep breath and kept moving. You were determined to win, and nothing was going to stop you. But it would be easier for him to track your tracks since footprints harder to disguise.

The air was cold, and the sky was dark, but you could feel his presence getting closer. You could feel his hunger, and you knew that he wouldn't stop until he caught you. Suddenly you felt a hand covering your mouth, and you turned around to see his piercing blue eyes. You were frozen in place, and your heart was pounding.

"You're losing your touch, Y/N." he said, a grin on his face. "Don't tell me the infamous black cat is getting sloppy," he teased, his hands moving down to your hips.

You felt a mixture of fear and excitement as his hands moved across your body. You were afraid of what would happen next, but you couldn't deny that you wanted him.

"Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?," he asked, his voice a low whisper.

Growing increasingly annoyed, you swatted his hands away. "So what now? You caught me, just get it over with already."

His grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "We still have 30 minutes left. I'm feeling generous, so I'll let you off the hook this time. Consider it a free pass. But if I catch you again, I won't be so nice."

You were surprised by his offer, and you didn't know what to do. Part of you wanted him to catch you, but the other part was afraid.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get going."

With a nod, you turned around, ready to put some distance between you. But, just as you began to walk away, he seized your arm. "Oh, and Y/N? Run faster and hide better," his voice dropped to a low growl.

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, and just before releasing your arm, you felt his warm breath against your neck. As he vanished into the woods, you found yourself rooted in place, unsure of how to proceed.

You knew that he was testing you, seeing how far you would go. You knew that he was pushing your boundaries, and a part of you liked it. A part of you wanted to give in and surrender to him, but another part of you was afraid.

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts. You couldn't let him get the best of you, and you couldn't let him win. Did you really losing your touch? You used to be great at this, even spiderman couldn't find you when he tried. Maybe Bucky was right, maybe you had lost your edge. But that didn't mean you were going to let him win.

You took a deep breath and started running. You were determined to beat him, and nothing was going to stop you. As you ran through the woods, you could feel him getting closer. You didn't know how, but he always managed to find you. You had tried everything, and nothing was working.

You had tried to mask your tracks, you had used all your skills, and nothing was working. You were beginning to think that maybe you had met your match, and that maybe he was just better than you.

You ducked behind a tree, trying to catch your breath. The rain had started to fall, and the air was getting colder. You could feel the exhaustion setting in, but you couldn't give up. You looked at your watch, you had 10 minutes left before the game was over, and you knew that if he caught you again, he wouldn't be so nice.

"Come on, Y/N. You're better than this," you said, trying to motivate yourself.

But deep down, you knew that you had reached the end of your rope. You were exhausted, and you were running out of time. You stayed hidden and prayed that he wouldn't find you after all you had 3 minutes left and then you would win.

1 minute left.

You could feel the rain soaking through your clothes, and you could hear the thunder rumbling in the distance. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, and you were beginning to think that maybe losing wouldn't be so bad. But winning would still feel better, and so you held onto hope.

30 seconds left.

You could hear the wind howling through the trees, and the rain was coming down harder now. Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around your waist, and you could feel his hot breath on your neck.

"Gotcha," he whispered, marking the end of the game, a victorious smile playing on his lips.

The realization dawned upon you, you had lost.

"So, what do you say, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. "Ready to be mine?"

Your heart was racing, and your mind was spinning. You had never felt like this before, and you knew that if you surrendered, there would be no going back.

"You wish." Your voice tried to remaind calm.

"Oh, come on, Y/N. Don't be silly. We both know you want this. You were curious about me and now you will have your answer."

You were starting to feel frustrated. He was right, you had been curious about him and his flirting was something you had been enjoying lately, even if you'd never admit it. But you weren't ready to let him know that yet. "Yeah, right. In your dreams."

"Actually, yeah. In my dreams. But I know that in yours, too. That's why you accepted to play this game with me. Because you knew that, one way or another, you'd get what you want. You're just playing hard to get because you like being the center of attention."

"Wow, Bucky, that was deep." You couldn't hide your amusement. "Are you sure you haven't been practicing this speech with your mirror?"

"No, doll. I just know how you work. So, what do you say? Are you ready to surrender and become mine?"

You looked up at him and saw that his blue eyes were filled with desire. You felt your heart skip a beat as you considered his offer. "And why would I agree with that?," you asked, folding your arms across your chest.

"Because you have a weakness for dangerous men, and we both know that I'm the most dangerous man you've ever met," he replied.

You chuckled, breaking the tension. "You really think you're the most dangerous man I've ever met? That's quite the ego you've got there, Barnes."

He raised an eyebrow, unyielding. "Ego or not, you can't deny there's something magnetic between us. It's like we're two sides of the same coin, Y/N."

You feigned contemplation, tapping your chin. "Two sides of a coin, huh? More like oil and water. We don't exactly mix, Barnes."

Bucky took a step closer, his proximity making your heart race. "Maybe that's what makes it interesting. The clash, the unpredictability. Tell me, doll, have you ever been with someone who keeps you on your toes?"

You paused, considering his words. "Maybe, maybe not. What's your point?"

His eyes locked onto yours, a playful glint dancing in them. "My point is, surrendering to me might just be the most thrilling thing you've ever done. No more games, no more hiding. Just us."

You rolled your eyes, trying to mask the effect his words had on you. "Nice try, Barnes. But I don't surrender easily."

"You should be," he said, taking a step closer. "Besides, I can give you everything you want. I can show you pleasure you've never known before. I can make you scream my name and beg for more."

His words were sending shivers down your spine and making your core ache with need.

"You're such a cocky bastard," you said, trying to mask your arousal.

"But you love it," he replied. "Admit it. You're attracted to me. You've been thinking about me for a long time. And you can't wait to see what it would be like to be mine."

You knew he was right, but you couldn't let him win. You couldn't let him have the satisfaction of knowing he had gotten under your skin.

"You're just talking big because you know I'll never give in," you said, trying to regain the upper hand. "You're nothing but a tease."

"Oh, sweetheart, that's where you're wrong. I'm not a tease. I'm a man of my word. And when I say I'll make you scream my name and beg for more, I mean it."

You were losing the battle, and you knew it. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as he continued his seduction. You were tempted to give in, to let him take control and show you what he was capable of.

The rain intensified, drenching both of you as you stood there, caught in a moment of tension. Bucky's gaze bore into yours, and you could sense the unspoken words hanging in the air. The seductive dance between you two seemed to have no end in sight. He knew you wouldn't answer him right now, he changed the subject, "It's freezing out here, sweetheart. Let's go to a warmer place and continue this conversation, shall we?"

"I'm not cold." You lied.

"Sure you are, doll. Just like I am," he replied. His hand extended toward you, a silent invitation. "Come on, let's go inside and get out of these wet clothes. I'll warm you up, I promise."

You hesitated taking his hand for a moment but you decided to take his offer. You could feel his hot gaze on your body, and the thought of getting naked in front of him made you blush. You had never felt so vulnerable before, and yet so safe.

He led the way back to your cottage and the whole way back, you could feel the tension between the two of you. "You got me all wet, jerk."

"Not yet, but I'm planning to, sweetheart."

You couldn't help but laugh. "That was cheesy, even for you, Bucky."

"I don't care," he replied. "I have you where I want you. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide."

You didn't know if it was the adrenaline from the chase or the tension between the two of you, but you were feeling bold. "Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that," you replied, "I'm a quick learner, and I have a few tricks up my sleeve."

"So, quick learner, what other tricks do you have up those sleeves?" he teased, playfully squeezed your hand.

You shot him a coy smile. "Oh, Bucky, a magician never reveals her secrets."

A gleam in his eyes. "I like a challenge. Besides, you're not the only one with tricks up your sleeve." His eyes were sparkling with mischief, and you couldn't help but be drawn in. You could feel his fingers close around yours, and a sense of warmth and comfort spread through you.

He led the way back to your cottage and the whole way back, you could feel the tension between the two of you. Your heart was racing, and your palms were sweaty. You didn't know what would happen once you got back, but you were ready for anything.

When you arrived at your home, he walked in first. You followed, closing the door behind you. He took off his soaked coat and you did the same.

Bucky's playful tone sliced through the silence. "So, where were we? Oh, right. You were just about to tell me that you're mine, sweetheart," he said with a teasing glint in his eyes.

"I was just about to tell you that you can take your wet and cold ass and get the fuck out of my house," you shot back, a hint of sarcasm coloring your words.

He raised an eyebrow, feigning hurt. "Wow, you're so mean, sweetheart. It's pouring outside, and I'm soaked, and you're still sending me away?"

You shrugged nonchalantly, "What can I say? I'm a cold and heartless woman."

"You're anything but that, doll," he said, his blue eyes gazing into yours. "And you know it."

You could feel yourself blushing under his intense stare. "Yeah, well, you don't know me," you said.

"Maybe not, but I'd like to," he replied.

You swallowed hard, his words sending a thrill through you. You knew that you shouldn't want him, but you couldn't help yourself. He was everything you had ever dreamed of, and he was standing right in front of you.

He glanced toward the fridge, and you arched an eyebrow at his audacity.

"I didn't think I said to make yourself at home," you quipped, folding your arms across your chest.

He smirked, rummaging through the fridge. "Well, considering I won the game, I think it's only fair I do as I please."

"You can't just show up here, make me play a game, and then take over my house. It doesn't work like that," you replied, feeling annoyed.

"I just did" he said, pulling out a bottle of water. "Why don't you go take a shower while I prepare us something to eat?"

"Excuse me?"

"Go, take a shower," he repeated. "You're soaking wet and covered in mud. You'll catch a cold if you don't warm up."

"And what makes you think I want you in my kitchen?," you asked.

"Because I'm the winner, and I can do whatever I want," he said, his voice low and full of desire.

Your breath caught in your throat as you realized what he was implying. You knew it was a bad idea, but you couldn't resist. You were soaking wet, and the thought of a hot shower was too tempting to pass up.

"Fine," you sighed. "But if you steal or burn my house down, I'll kick your ass."

"I'd like to see you try," he said, grinning.

You rolled your eyes and turned to go upstairs, "Just don't touch anything."

"You're so mean, sweetheart," he called after you.

You ignored him, making your way up the stairs and to the bathroom. You closed the door and leaned against it, trying to catch your breath.

This was insane. Bucky was in your house, in your kitchen, cooking. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to go back to his house and leave you alone. But instead, he was here, and you couldn't deny that you were happy about it.

As you began to undress, the realization struck that Bucky was also drenched from the rain. A sudden impulse led you to search for some old shirts, sweats, and boxers you rarely wore, and you grabbed them before heading downstairs.

"Here," you said, handing him the clothes, a hint of tension in your voice.

"Well, aren't you the little helper," he teased, taking the clothes from you with a playful smirk.

"They're old, but they should fit," you replied, brushing off his comment with a nonchalant demeanor.

You were about to take off your clothes when you remembered that he was also soaking wet from the rain. You searched for some loose shirt, sweats, and boxers that you rarely wear and brought it downstairs.

"Thank you," he said, giving you a soft smile. "Didn't know you care."

Rolling your eyes, you retorted, "I don't. They're just collecting dust in my closet. It's not a big deal."

He chuckled, "If you say so, sweetheart."

A glare shot in his direction, accompanied by a stern, "Stop calling me that."

"Why? It's cute," he persisted.

"I'm not cute," you maintained.

"You are," he insisted, grinning. "In fact, I'd even say you're adorable."

"Stop it," you demanded, feeling your cheeks warm.

"But it's true," he continued, stepping closer.

You shook your head, an involuntary smile breaking through. "You're ridiculous."

"Irresistible, you mean," he corrected, a confident smirk playing on his lips.

Your cheeks now flushed, you urged, "Shut up and change before the food burns," you said, turning to walk away, running away from his teasing.

You made your way to your room and heading toward the bathroom. You quickly stripped off your clothes and climbed into the shower. The hot water felt amazing on your cold, wet skin, and you couldn't help but moan as the steam filled the room.

As you washed the dirt and grime from the game off your body, you couldn't stop thinking about Bucky. You wondered what he was doing downstairs. Was he really making dinner? What did he have planned? What was he planning next after that? Will he stay? Will he fuck you?

Your thoughts were racing, and you couldn't stop them. You tried to calm yourself down, but the more you thought about him, the more worked up you got. You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. You needed to focus on something else. You grabbed your loofah and scrubbed your body, washing away the tension and the anxiety.

After a few minutes, you turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. You wrapped yourself in a towel and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were bright. You were quite annoyed that you couldn't figure him out. He was unpredictable and dangerous, but also charming and sexy. He was a mystery, and you were determined to solve it.

"Stop thinking about him, Y/N," you muttered to yourself. "Just get dressed and go downstairs. You're stronger than this. You can handle him."

With renewed determination, you quickly dried yourself off and put on some clothes. You were still nervous, but you were ready to face him. You left the bathroom and made your way down the stairs, the smell of something delicious wafting through the air.

"You didn't burn down my house, did you?" you called out.

"Not yet," he replied.

You entered the kitchen and saw him stirring something on the stove. "What are you cooking?" you asked, curious.

"Something special," he replied, turning to face you.

"Wow, that smells amazing," you complimented, attempting to divert your attention from the effect he had on you.

"Thank you," he replied, grinning. "Now why don't you take a seat, and I'll bring you a plate."

Obliging, you settled at the kitchen table, your eyes following his movements as he gracefully placed two plates filled with an unfamiliar dish before you.

"What is this?" you inquired, eyeing the plate with intrigue.

"Stew," he replied, taking a seat across from you. "It's a recipe from my mother. I hope you like it."

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words. He had cooked for you? You thought he would be making sandwich or something simple but this looked like a heartwarming dish. You couldn't remember the last time someone had cooked for you.

"Thank you," you said, sitting down at the table.

"Don't thank me yet," he said. "You haven't tasted it."

"Well, let's see how it is," you replied, picking up your fork.

You took a bite and your eyes widened. It was delicious. You couldn't believe how good it was.

"Wow," you said. "This is amazing.”

He nodded, a small smile on his lips. "She would be happy to know someone else likes it."

"Who taught you how to cook?”

"My mother," he replied, a nostalgic expression casting a temporary shadow over his face. "She was the best cook in the village. Everyone loved her food."

"She sounds amazing," you said, feeling a pang of sadness for him.

"She was," he said.

In an attempt to lighten the mood, you teased, “So, is this part of the 'claiming my prize' package? A home-cooked meal and everything?”

He chuckled, a rare and hearty sound that echoed through the room. “Of course, expect more of it in the future.”

The two of you ate in silence, the air thick with tension. You didn't know what to say, or how to feel. Part of you was nervous, and part of you was excited. You had never felt like this before, and it was a strange feeling. You also had to be on guard, you never know what could happen when he's around.

After you had both finished eating, you cleared the table and began to wash the dishes. He helped, drying them and putting them away. You couldn't help but notice how easy it was to work together. It was like you had known each other for years, not just a few days.

You were thinking maybe it was time he claimed his prize or at least talked about it. But instead he went to the living room and started a fire.

"You know how to play chess, Y/N?" he asked, taking out a chess set from his backpack.

"I do," you replied, curious. "But why the sudden interest in chess?"

"Well, I thought since you had such an fun day, why don't we add a little excitement to the night?" he suggested.

"It hasn't exactly been a walk in the park, Bucky," you reminded him.

"Sure it was. We played a game, we ran through the rain, and we shared a nice dinner. Sounds like a pretty fun day to me," he replied.

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile appeared on your face. "You’re impossible," you said.

"And yet, here we are," he said, gesturing to the chess board. "So, what do you say, sweetheart? Up for a game?"

"Fine," you sighed, giving in and joining him.

He nodded and placed the board on the coffee table, his hands moving swiftly and confidently. "I'll let you choose the color," he said.

"Black," you replied, without hesitation.

He grinned and nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "Very well," he said.

He sat down across from you, a smirk on his face. He set up the pieces, and the game began. You were surprised by how well he played, he was giving you a run for your money. "You're pretty good," you said, studying the board.

"I am," he replied, not looking up.

"Where did you learn to play?"

"In the army," he replied. "There wasn't much else to do, and the guys liked playing chess."

"You were in the army?"

"I was," he replied. "A Sergeant and World War 2 veteran. Fought alongside with Steve Rogers.”

Your eyes widened at the revelation. "Really? I didn’t know that.”

"Someone clearly didn't do their homework," he smirked, moving his chess piece with a playful confidence.

"I was busy doing other things," you said, smirking in return.

"Oh, yeah? Like what?" he asked, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"Like thinking of ways to kill you," you retorded.

He chuckled, "You're a feisty one, aren't you?"

"And you're an asshole," you replied, rolling your eyes.

"Guilty as charged," he replied, shrugging with an amused grin.

You spent the next few hours talking and playing, the atmosphere growing more and more intimate as the night went on. You were both competitive, and you didn't want to give in to him.

But eventually, you won the game.

"Damn," he said, grinning. "That was a good game."

You leaned back in your chair, "I told you, Bucky, I don't lose."

He chuckled, his eyes locked onto yours. "You're full of surprises, sweetheart. I like that." He nodded, standing up. "Thank you for the game," he said, his blue eyes gazing into yours.

"My pleasure," you replied, standing up as well.

You were standing close to him, your bodies almost touching. The air was electric, and you couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. His blue eyes were mesmerizing, and his body was toned and muscular.

As the intensity reached its peak, it felt like a kiss was imminent, but he unexpectedly pulled away, breaking the connection. "It’s getting late, I think we should call it a night," he suggested, his voice low and resonant.

Caught off guard, you questioned, "Wait, what?"

"Yeah. We can continue this tomorrow. It's been a long day, and I'm tired,"

You had enough, "Just cut to the chase, Bucky. Stop messing with my head. Either take your prize, or leave."

"Who says I won't?" He asked, his voice low.

"The fact that you've been here all night and haven't done anything is proof enough," you said, getting annoyed. You didn't know why you were being like this, maybe it was because he made you feel things you didn't understand.

He stepped closer, "Are you that eager for me, sweetheart? Do you want me to take you right now?"

You swallowed, feeling nervous, "No. I don't want anything to do with you."

"You sure?" He asked, walking around the couch. "Because you seem very eager. Why are you so eager, Y/N? What do you want me to do to you?"

"I don't want anything," you insisted.

"I don't believe that," he said, his voice soft. "I think you want me to touch you."

He was standing in front of you now, and he put his hands on your shoulders, his touch feather-light. You felt yourself tremble.

"I think you want me to make you mine, Y/N," he continued, his voice barely a whisper.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the moan that was threatening to escape. "Please, get over yourself. I don't want you, Bucky."

He ignored your request, his hands traveling down your arms. "I think you want me to make love to you, Y/N."

His hands moved up and down your arms, his touch leaving a trail of fire. "I think you want me inside of you, Y/N," he said, his voice low.

You let out a small gasp, unable to stop yourself. He smirked at the sound, his eyes darkening with lust.

"I think you want me to claim you as my own, Y/N," he breathed, his breath hot on your ear.

You let out a shaky breath, unable to form words. He chuckled, his hands moving up and down your arms.

"You know what I think?" He whispered, his voice husky. "I think you've wanted this for a long time, Y/N."

"You know what I think, Bucky? I think you're full of shit," you managed to say, though you were far from calm.

He laughed softly, "Oh, really? And why is that, sweetheart?"

"Because you've been talking a lot of shit all night and haven't made a move," you replied, trying to sound confident.

"Well, maybe I'm just waiting for the right moment," he replied, his hands still on your arms.

"And maybe you're just all talk," you said, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, I assure you, I'm not just all talk," he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Want me to prove it to you?”

“Prove what? You can’t even turn me on, you’re nothing but a-“

Bucky's lips cut off the rest of your sentence, his tongue sliding into your mouth as his hands began to explore your body.

"Fuck, Bucky," you gasped, pulling away. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?" He asked, a smirk on his face. "I'm showing you just how turned on I can make you."

Your cheeks flushed and you looked away, "Well, you're doing a shit job of it," you managed to say.

He chuckled and moved his hands down to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head in one fluid motion. You let out a surprised gasp and his lips met yours again, his tongue exploring your mouth.

You wanted to push him, tell him to get the fuck out of your room, but his touch felt too good. You felt a fire ignite inside you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pressed his body against yours, and you could feel his arousal.

His hands roamed your body, his touch setting you on fire. He kissed you hungrily, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. You moaned, the sound vibrating against his lips. He pulled away with a smirk on his face, you wanted to punch the look right off.

"How about now?" He asked, his voice laced with lust.

"That was nothing," you said, trying to act unimpressed.

He chuckled and leaned down, his lips trailing across your jawline. He nipped at your earlobe, his hands caressing your sides. You let out a soft sigh, your body betraying you.

"Still nothing?" He asked, his lips ghosting across your skin.

"You're going to have to try harder than that," you said, the words coming out as more of a moan.

"Oh, I plan on it," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Well, come on, then," you said, trying to sound uninterested. "You haven't impressed me yet."

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he said, his voice dark. "I'm just getting started."

He kissed you again, his hands roaming your body. He squeezed your breasts under your shirt, causing you to moan into his mouth. He broke the kiss and started kissing your neck, his teeth nipping at the skin. You moaned louder, unable to contain yourself.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" He asked, his voice low. "Not so tough now, are you?"

You gasped as his hands slipping under your bra and pinching your nipples. "Why don't you beg me to fuck you, Y/N? I'll make it worth your while," he murmured against your skin.

"Oh please. I'd never beg for you." You pulled him close, kissing him deeply. You couldn't believe what was happening, but you didn't want it to stop. He pushed his hips against yours, and you could feel his hardness.

You couldn't deny that you were turned on, but you weren't willing to give him the satisfaction.

He grinded against you, his cock rubbing against your pussy through your clothes. "You like that, don't you? You like it when I grind against you," he said, his voice a husky whisper.

"You wish," you said, trying to sound unimpressed.

"You know you do," he said, grinding against you harder.

You couldn't deny the truth. The way his cock felt against you made your panties wet, and you wanted him to fuck you so bad. “Just give in, Y/N. I will give you the best orgasm you've ever had."

You wanted him to fuck you, and he knew it. You didn't want him to have the satisfaction, but you were finding it impossible to resist him. At this rate, your panties were probably soaked, and your need for him was growing stronger.

He pushed his cock against you harder, his hand moving down your stomach, until it was on your pants. He cupped your pussy, and you moaned.

"I can feel how wet you are, Y/N. You're practically dripping for me. All you have to do is say the word, and I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before," he whispered, his breath hot on your ear.

He tugged at the button, pulling them open. He moved his hand inside, and slipped it into your panties.

"Oh, fuck, Y/N," he moaned. "Your pussy is so wet. It's so tight. It's like it's begging for my cock."

He ran his fingers through your folds, spreading your wetness around. You couldn't believe what was happening. A few moments ago, you hated this man. Now, you were letting him finger you. You moaned, and he smirked.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you, Y/N? You want me to make you cum, over and over again," he said, his voice seductive.

"I think you want that more than I do," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"We'll see about that," he said, his hand moving faster.

Your eyes fluttered closed, and you tried to keep yourself from moaning. "Open your eyes, Y/N. Look at me while I finger fuck your pussy," he said, his voice low.

You opened your eyes and looked into his blue eyes. They were filled with lust and desire. He stared at you intensely, as he slipped two fingers into your pussy.

"You like that, don't you? You like my fingers inside of you," he said, his voice seductive.

You moaned, and tried not to give him the satisfaction. "You're gonna love my cock even more," he said, his thumb rubbing your clit.

You moaned louder, unable to stop yourself. He pulled his fingers out and brought them up to your lips, "Suck," he commanded.

You did as he told you, sucking your juices off his fingers.

"Do you taste that? That's how sweet you taste. That's how sweet your pussy tastes."

You moaned and looked at him, lust filling your eyes. "Now, if you want me to fuck you, then you have to beg for it. You have to tell me how much you want it."

You didn't know if you could do it, you were so turned on, but you were not willing to give in. "No, I won't," you said, defiantly.

"Okay," he said, pushing his fingers into your pussy again. "I'll have you begging for it, sweetheart. You'll be a mess by the time I'm done with you."

He curled his fingers and hit your g-spot, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

"Oh, God," you moaned, unable to control yourself.

He continued to curl his fingers, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. You could feel the pressure building inside of you, threatening to explode. You cried out in ecstasy as you came, your pussy contracting around his fingers.

He smirked, obviously pleased with himself. "That was just a taste of what's to come, Y/N. I haven't even started fucking you yet."

He removed his fingers and started removing his clothes. "If you want more, you have to beg me. You have to tell me how much you want me, how much you want my cock inside of you."

You moaned, your body still shaking from your orgasm. You were very horny, you pulled him into a kiss. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.

You kissed him back, and your hands started to wander. You moved your hands up his chest, and over his shoulders, feeling the muscles under his shirt. You broke the kiss and looked at him, his eyes full of lust. He looked like he was the one begging now.

"So, sweetheart. What will it be?" He asked, "Are you going to let me fuck you or are you going to keep being a brat and make me fuck it out of you?"

"Oh, I think you'll be begging me before I even consider begging you," you said, smirking.

He let out a growl and ripped the rest of your clothes off. His eyes were full of lust and desire as he took in your naked form. "You're gorgeous," he breathed, his hand moving up your body.

"So are you," you said, unable to deny his attractiveness.

He smirked, "Flattery will get you everywhere," he said, his hands roaming over your breasts.

"Well, it's the truth," you said, your body betraying you.

You kissed him again, and he kissed you back, his hands exploring your body. He pushed his hips against yours, and you could feel his hardness. You gasped as he rubbed his cock again against you. "Do you feel that, Y/N? Do you feel how hard I am for you?" He asked, his voice low.

"Fuck, Bucky." you moaned, your body aching for him.

"Let's take this upstairs, shall we?"

He scooped you up and carried you up the stairs, your lips locked in a passionate kiss. You couldn't believe this was happening, but you didn't want it to stop. He laid you on the bed and stood at the foot of the bed.

He climbed on top of you, straddling your legs, "Spread them," he commanded.

You spread your legs, exposing your pussy. He moved his hand to the apex of your thighs, and spread your wetness around. "Your pussy is so wet for me," he growled.

You moaned, your body responding to his touch. He moved his hand down, and his thumb rubbed against your clit. "Do you want my cock inside of you? Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked, his voice dark and dangerous.

You didn't answer him, he went down and kissed your inner thighs. His kisses trailed higher and higher, and you could feel his hot breath against your skin. You were practically dripping for him. "Are you ready to beg now, my Y/N?"

"No," you said, your voice shaking.

"We'll see about that." His tongue lapped at your clit, sending shivers down your spine.

You moaned, the pleasure too intense. He started sucking on your clit, his tongue flicking back and forth.

"Oh, Bucky," you moaned, unable to control yourself.

He smirked and moved his hand, thrusting two fingers into your pussy. "Beg." He commanded, his voice rough.

"No," you moaned.

"Fuck, Y/N." He groaned, thrusting into you faster. You moaned louder. "I said beg."

"Bucky..." You moaned, you were still trying to resist him, but it was getting pointless.

"Please. Beg for me to fuck you, Y/N. I want nothing else than to be buried inside of you. Tell me how bad you want it and I'll give it to you. Tell me how much you want me to ruck you, to own you, to make you cum. Beg and I'll give all of me to you. We both know that's exactly what you want."

You were so turned on that it hurt. You needed him, and you didn't know how much longer you could hold out. "Yes. Please fuck me, Bucky. I need you so bad. Please make me cum. Please," you begged, your body aching for his.

"Good girl." He smirked and pulled his fingers out of your pussy and stood up. He pushed down his boxers. His cock sprang free, the sight of it made you moan.

"See what you do to me Y/N? See how hard I am for you," he said, stroking his length.

You couldn't help but stare, the sight of his cock making you even wetter. He grinned, enjoying the way you were ogling him. "See something you like?" He teased.

You nodded, "Yes," you breathed.

He chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "It’s all yours baby,” he said, before moving on top of you and pressing his lips against yours. You kissed him, hungrily, your tongues dancing. He tasted like power and lust, and you couldn't get enough. "You ready, baby?"

"Yes," you moaned.

"Good. Because here it comes." He thrust his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside of you. You cried out in pleasure, the feeling of him inside of you was incredible. "Oh, fuck," he moaned.

He started thrusting his hips, fucking you with his cock. You moaned, the pleasure overwhelming you. "Bucky," you moaned.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He moaned, his hands gripping your hips. He thrust into you, harder and faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. You moaned, his name a mantra on your lips. "That's right, Y/N. Moan my name," he growled. He started thrusting in and out of you, his pace picking up speed.

You gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. He hissed, his cock throbbing inside you. "You like that? You like how my cock feels inside of you?" He asked, his voice a husky growl. "This is all for you, sweetheart. All for you."

"Fuck yes. Please, Bucky, fuck me harder," you moaned, your body writhing under his. You couldn't get enough. He was hitting all the right spots, and you were losing control.

"As you wish." He growled and started thrusting even harder and faster. His grip on your hips was tight, and he was practically slamming into you, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

"Yes. Yes, fuck, Bucky. Please don't stop. Fuck," you moaned, the pleasure was almost too much.

He kept thrusting, his cock filling you completely. "You feel so fucking good. I love the way your pussy squeezes my cock."

"Oh, god. Bucky. Please. Don't stop. I'm so close. Please," you moaned, the pressure building inside of you.

He fucked you harder, his cock pounding into you. "Cum for me, baby. Cum for me, and I'll cum for you," he growled.

Your body tensed up as you reached your climax, your walls clenching around him and his thrusts became erratic. He came soon after, his seed spilling inside of you.

You rode out your orgasm together, his thrusts slowing, his breathing heavy. You felt amazing, your body tingling with pleasure. "I'm not done with you yet, baby. Not even close," he said, his voice seductive.

"Fuck. Me too." You were still in a daze from your orgasm, but you were far from satisfied.

He leaned down and kissed you, his lips soft and sweet. He pulled out of you and rolled onto his side, his hands caressing your skin. "I think we're just getting started, Y/N."

You moaned, and he kissed you again, his tongue exploring your mouth.

"I could spend hours between your legs, making you cum over and over again," he said, his lips moving down your jawline.

He moved his hands up to your breasts, and squeezed them, his fingers rolling your nipples. You moaned, arching your back. He kissed down your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin. "Oh, God. I'm so fucking wet for you," you moaned, his lips sending shivers down your spine.

"Yeah, baby, that's it. Tell me how good it feels," he murmured, his lips moving across your skin.

He lightly played with your nipples, tweaking and pinching them. "Mmm, that feels so good, Bucky," you moaned.

"I'm not going to stop until you're a trembling mess," he said, his lips brushing against your ear.

You shivered and pulled him into another kiss, the intensity building inside of you. "What can I say? I’m an incredible lay," you moaned.

He smirked and moved one of his hands to your pussy, his fingers rubbing against your clit. You gasped and arched your back, the sensation was exquisite. "Mmm, yes you are incredible, sweetheart," he growled, his fingers moving faster.

He then pulled out to slapped your pussy, "Get on all fours. I want to fuck you from behind."

You quickly complied, getting onto your hands and knees. He positioned himself behind you, his cock teasing your entrance. He pushed into you, his cock filling you up. You moaned, the pleasure overwhelming.

He started moving in and out of you, his cock filling you up with every thrust. He was pounding into you, his cock filling you up. You were moaning, the pleasure overwhelming you.

He started thrusting in and out, his pace fast and relentless. He fucked you harder, his cock filling you completely. "Don't stop. Please. Don't stop," you moaned.

"I can never be satisfied," he growled, his hands slapping your ass.

He reached down and grabbed your hair, pulling it back. He leaned down and kissed your shoulder, his teeth nipping at your skin. You moaned, his movements sending pleasure through you. "Harder, Bucky," you begged, needing more.

He began to pound into you, his cock hitting the deepest parts of you. "Oh, fuck, Y/N," he growled, his hips snapping back and forth.

"God, Bucky, that's it," you cried, your body trembling.

He kept going, his grip on your hair tightening. You could feel another orgasm building inside of you. You cried out as the orgasm tore through you, your body shaking with pleasure. He rode out your orgasm, and soon Bucky was growling, his cock throbbing inside of you. "Oh, fuck, yes," he growled, his cock pulsing inside of you as he came.

He pulled out and collapsed next to you, his breathing ragged. You looked at him, seeing his chest rise and fall. You had never seen him look so beautiful. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. You were exhausted, but satisfied, the feel of his strong arms around you comforting.

He grinned, "I told you I could make you beg."

"Oh, please. That's not how it went," you said, sitting up. "You practically beg me to let you fuck me."

"That's not how I remember it,” the corners of his lips curling with amusement.

With a casual shrug, you maintained your playful demeanor. "Well, it's what happened."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Y/N," he replied, his hand sliding down to cup your ass.

You responded with a sassy retort, "Oh, believe me, Bucky, I'll be sleeping very well tonight."

"I hope so, because I have plenty more in store for you," he said, leaning over to kiss you.

"Well, you're not exactly terrible," you admitted, a mischievous twinkle in your eye as you teased him.

"Not exactly? Ouch." He feigned mock offense, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Oh, shut up."

"Make me," he said, his eyes filled with mischief.

With a smirk, you seized the opportunity, pulling him into a passionate kiss. He returned the kiss with fervor, his tongue exploring your mouth. You moaned softly as you felt his hands caressing your body, sending shivers down your spine.

You were breathless when he finally pulled away, "Now, that's more like it."

"Glad you approve," you replied, grinning.

You felt a rush of heat between your legs as he gazed at you, his blue eyes full of desire. "I'll always approve of you," he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

"Is that so?" You asked, biting your lip seductively.

"You bet," he replied, his eyes darkening as he leaned in to kiss you once more.

You surrendered to his touch, allowing him to take control. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and dip, sending waves of pleasure through you. He trailed kisses down your neck and collarbone, before moving back up to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

As his hands continued their exploration, he whispered, "I could kiss you all night."

"Is that so?" You breathed, your body trembling with desire.

"It is," he replied, his lips brushing against yours.

"You're really insatiable, aren't you?" You echoed the same words he used on you.

"For you? Yes," he grinned.

"You're the worst, Bucky," you sighed dramatically, a grin playing on your lips.

"And yet, here you are, enjoying every moment," he smirked, playfully pulling away from the kiss, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

"You're ridiculous," you laughed.

"That's what you love about me," he teased, pulling you even closer.

"I never said I love you," you retorted, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours. "Actions speak louder than words, sweetheart."

"Oh, just shut up and kiss me already," you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Yes, ma'am." He kissed you deeply, his hands roaming your body.

You gave yourself over to his touch, losing yourself in the pleasure. It was all you could do to hang on as he brought you to new heights, his touch sending sparks of electricity through your body.

And it was the best loss you ever experienced.

**The End**

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Unmasking Desire

Commission October 2024 for anon!! This has so much sass, enemies-to-lovers vibes and smut!

Pairing: male Fae (Eli Thorn) x fem Vampire (Mara Sinclair)

Summary: a female vampire named Mara and a male fae named Eli are professors at the same university. They have been rivals since they met but they’ve been assigned to work on something together by the head of their department. Despite their attempts to get out of it, they agree to meet up to get the project done. Emotions are unleashed, their desire unmasked.

Warnings: 18+, oral (fem+male) foreplay, p in v sex, overstimulation, in public but magic keeps it private and no one finds them, many orgasms (fem), size kink, dirty talk, big fae🍆, lots of 💦.

Copyright @ 2024 by Kate Hart This commission is owned by Kate Hart. As the original writer, I strictly forbid any form of reproduction, replication, or translation of my stories without my explicit consent. This is a commissioned short story and will be posted on the author’s sites for others to enjoy.

Late evening found Mara sitting in the back corner of the library, her legs crossed, drumming her dark-red nails against the leather arm of the velvet sofa. It was a quiet Saturday, no one was around. The library was open for her convenience. Moonlight filtered through the tall, narrow windows, sending faint shadows across the room. Silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face but her lips were twisted, a frown on her features.

She didn’t like waiting—especially when it was for him.

Professor Eli Thorn.

He was the last damn male in existence she would have chosen to cooperate with.

The project.

It was the worst duty she'd ever been given. Runes and magical artifacts from the Lost Ages. The words of the chief department still rang out in her mind. He had handed in this assignment at them with a single directive: "You two are some of our best minds and I'll expect you to work together, whatever your personal differences. Your research will provide remarkable intel for our university.”

Of all the damn people she had to cooperate with him.

Of course, Mara had tried to wriggle her way out of the assignment no matter how great. But the head of their department had been firm. Mara was busy enough already and working with Professor Thorn was going to be a pain in the butt. He grated on her nerves. He was a silver-tongued devil who thrived in finding ways to pry into her carefully guarded life, somehow invading every hour of her day with his maddening charisma.

Mara had watched him glide through lectures with ease, the students and fellow professors eating out of his hand, captivated by his calm, dark voice. Yet for some strange reason, Professor Eli Thorn decided to focus all of that energy on her. No matter what assignment she chose, no matter how tough her research, he always managed to find a way into her orbit, arranging things so he could poke her logic.

The sound of approaching footsteps caught her attention. Her gaze sharpened as the door finally opened, the subject of her thoughts entering with that cocky, unconcerned strut that made her bite her lips and shift uncomfortably in her seat. Damn it… there it went again, that unnecessary attraction she felt every time she saw the irritating fae.

Tall and well-built, he strolled in the room, looking damn fine in a dark, brown vest over a crisp, white shirt, its sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, lean forearms tattooed with runes—signs of the ancient fae magic he possessed. His hands were also inked and full of veins, his fingers long and deft. He wore a single accessory: a silver ring set with a black opal, a powerful heirloom from his ancestors.

His face was sharply defined, clean shaven and as if crafted by an artist with an aristocratic jawline, slightly pointy ears, high cheekbones, a smirking mouth and chocolate dark skin. Eyes the color of deep green settled on her with a knowing glance. His lashes were long, his hair as black as midnight, falling to just below his jaw. Mara had noticed— completely randomly— that he often brushed it back when lost in thought or just in casual charm.

Why had that unimportant detail entered her mind again?

Clearing her throat, she returned his gaze boldly. “You are late, Professor Thorn.”

He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk as he sat down irritatingly beside her on the sofa. “Missed me, Mara?”

“You keep calling me by my name when I’ve never given you leave to do so.”

“I know that deep down you just love it.”

Her jaw tightened. “I prefer it when people keep the professional boundaries.”

He didn’t reply and gazed at her silently, his eyes sweeping over her from head to toe, taking in her cold, almost regal stance. He lingered just a touch too long over her figure, noticed the way she tightened her thighs and he cursed himself for it. She was a creature of precision and discipline, yet at the same time, a living temptation, a dangerous mystery.

Yes, Eli thought silently, the vampiress was a vision, sitting there in a demure dark red dress that hid most of her smooth porcelain-pale skin. Yet, somehow, it managed to make her appear even more luscious, driving him mad with longing. She was tall, with generous curves and magnificent silver hair that fell in thick curls down her shoulders, reaching past her waist. Her hair was truly captivating, framing her face like a halo, emphasizing her striking blood-red eyes and lips— full bow-shaped lips, hiding her fanged teeth.

Eli had never met anyone like her. She was all prim, razor-edged disapproval and looked at him as if he were beneath her as if she'd rather drive a stake through his heart than spend another moment with him. But she also tugged at something deeper inside him, something darker within. There was a fire beneath that graceful pride of hers and he could sense it shimmering, scent her desire.

And the more he sensed that heat, the more he wanted to expose it—to shatter her walls, lay her bare, breathless and powerless, beneath, above him, in every position possible, every part of her entangled with him.

Bloody hell… he doubted he could complete the assignment after all. His defenses were crumbling. His patience snapping.

Eli swallowed back his innate craving and forced himself to focus.

"So," he said, breaking the tense silence between them. "How do you propose we divide the work, then?”

“I suggest we work separately and discuss only when necessary. I prefer my partners silent and obedient.”

Eli lounged back in his seat, his legs outstretching, arms nonchalantly folded across his chest. "Silent and obedient? Oh, Mara…" he drawled, allowing her name to slide off his lips. "It’s such a shame. I was never any good at obeying."

“Which, frankly, makes me question why I'm stuck with you.”

“Oh, poor you. But go ahead, sweetheart. Try pretending you don't want me here.”

“Enough with the useless talk. This project takes dedication and competence, I don’t want it to take forever, can we begin please?”

He grinned and stretched out with a leisurely look, obviously taking his time. "You know, judging by the fire in your eyes, it as if you wish you could make me disappear into thin air."

Eli saw her smile. Her lips curved, just a little, cute fangs peeking —and damn it, she was lovely.

“Was that a smile?” He leaned forward, his scent taunting her senses. “Pretty. Do it again.”

“Do you really think you're going to get to me with this nonsense?” she murmured, turning open her notebook in an attempt to avoid him.

He laughed. “How you wound me.”

She slammed her notebook shut and sighed. "If only.”

Another low husky laugh while he brushed his hair back and Mara couldn’t help but follow that motion. Warmth pooled in her belly and she flung herself up, quickly widening the gap between them. She hated him and his commanding, alluring energy that prickled her flesh.

No, she thought. Professor Eli Thorn was distracting and irritating. Nothing more.

Mara approached the tall bookcases but before she could grab a book, he was there, his chest pressing against her. Her notebook dropped to the floor and she clutched the bookshelf as she felt every line of his muscular chest against her back, his orangy musky scent surrounding her. He tantalized her senses, made her body tinkle in heat, liquid warmth trickling from her pussy. And yet she didn’t pull away.

“What are you— we are supposed to be looking over texts—ancient runes—”

“Hmmm,” he interrupted huskily. “It’s a project that will take a lot of work and cooperation.”

“Your games, Professor Thorne are pointless.”

“Tell me, Mara—do I get under your skin as much as you get under mine?” he drawled, his warm breath tricking her ear. He was at the end of his tether. Fuck patience. Fuck everything.

“I repeat, your games are pointless.”

“Liar.”

In a swift motion, he turned her over, his hard chest squeezing against her breasts and pressing her back against the shelves. Strong arms encircled her as she gasped and placed her palms into his chest, splaying her fingers wide to feel his muscles contract. Damn, he felt so good, so hard and unyielding, his scent wrapping around her.

“Yes, you are a liar,” he repeated, his voice husky, “you keep biting your lips, rubbing your thighs together.” He leaned down, his smirking lips inches from her own. “I can scent you, my naughty little vampiress. Your pussy must be soaked. Must be feeling so sore and needy down there, hm?”

“Is it amusing, Professor Thorne?” Mara’s voice was smooth but there was tension in her crimson eyes. “Treating me like this?”

“Amusing? Oh, absolutely.” His hands reached out, fingers burying in her silky hair. “I mean, how often do I get to see the perfect Mara Sinclair looking like she’s about to snap?“

"Release me. You're insufferable."

Mara struggled but didn’t use the full force of her strength. She could have him off of her in a few lethal movements, but she didn’t want to. She liked him exactly where he was. And he obviously liked it, too. He didn’t budge and chuckled low and deeply which both frustrated and left her breathless.

"And you enjoy every second of it, don't you? Go ahead, confess it. You pretend to hate me but you want me,” he drawled, pressing the head of his erection against her belly. “Gods, you drive me mad. I’ve wanted you ever since I looked at you.”

“If you think I’ll be drawn by your juvenile attempts at flirting, think again.“

“Oh, but you’re calling this flirting. And you know what? I believe there is a part of you that appreciates how I make you feel something other than perfect, something real."

Mara opened her mouth to reply only to have her breath shallowed by his mouth. His lips brushed against hers, tasted her before coaxing the seam apart and plunging inside. He growled at her taste, pinning her hands on either side of her head, his body pressing down on hers, his cock hard and pulsing. Nearly melting against him, Mara gave him her mouth, freely, opening at his invasion, their breaths and moans mingling.

Eli broke apart the kiss for a second, marveling at her kiss-swollen lips. “All you have to do is let go for once.”

“So that you can break me?" Mara replied, half-dazed by the kiss.

His grin grew nasty, his green eyes flaring with something predatory. "Never. I’ll let you break me apart, sweetheart, do whatever you want with me.”

And then he was kissing her again, this time devouring her lips and letting his tongue taste her mouth. Mara felt her knees go weak and tried to pry her hands free. After a few tugs, he set her free and she hungrily roamed her hands over his body, touching his broad back, feeling up the muscles of his chest and shoulders.

“Damn, Mara,” he groaned and gave a sharp thrust against her clothed belly. “It fucking hurts— hurts to be so hard for you.”

“Eli…” she whispered as she let her barriers fall, the carefully formed shields she had created collapsing under his touch.

“Finally, you called me by my name.”

His gaze met hers and she felt herself falling into the passionate green of his eyes, the desire simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to swallow them both. The line between desire and restraint snapped— it no longer mattered.

She was done hiding her emotions for him.

Done playing.

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sonic-fankid-showdown · 5 months ago

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Poll 3, Round 1.

About Geode: (by @oddogoblino) In an attempt to impress The Eggman, a mad yet inexperienced scientist stole Gerald Robotnik's blueprints of Project SHADOW and tried to improve on it to make the definitive true ultimate lifeform to defeat Sonic once and for all. To add insult to injury, the eggsupporter had chosen to use some of Sonic's DNA along with Shadow's, that'd been found from battle aftermaths, to make his creation. Before their prototype was even finished though, GUN had found out about Project REMASTERED. Rouge told Shadow about it before GUN could do a raid though so he could handle this personal matter how he found fit. Well, Shadow went and destroyed the lab of course, though he wasn't prepared to see just how early in development the project was. He was expecting something full grown but all he found was the prototype barely in the infant phase in its development. Being unable to just kill a baby or adopt this all powerful baby off to an unsuspecting family (and also being unknowingly motivated by Black Arms instincts to keep the species alive), Shadow decided to take the little hoglet in as his own. At first, Shadow was too caught up in caring for Geode off instinct to think about telling anyone about him, but just a few months in and Geode already began showing his defects in creation and Shadow turned to Sonic and Tails for help. Now, Geode has inhibitor rings to keep his chaos energy at a stable level and has been growing up comfortably from home to home, adventure to adventure. Geode himself though, by the time he's 16, is a very quiet, introverted, affectionate, emotional, compassionate, and sort of awkward character. He's not good at social but he cares about others and is very forgiving when hes wronged and has decent emotional intelligence. He's a "be mindful of how you use the water if the cup's half empty" kinda thinker. He's very curious on just about anything new he discovers. Others can think of him as being a bit simple minded sometimes though. People tend to overwhelm him easily so he finds most comfort in spending time with Chao. If he's not on a mission, he's a bit of a clumsy puppy of a guy. But, if Shadow puts 2 thoughts into something and Sonic puts none, then Geode only puts 1 thought into everything he does. He's a pacifist who can't bring himself to hurt living beings, he can fight nonsentient robots just fine but otherwise he prefers to trap any living enemies in whatever he can get his hands on. He's a stealth type and has a habit of stealing artifacts and other magical things he deems too powerful to let be taken even by his dads. He can see chaos auras 24/7 to a heightened sense, being able to see the chaos energy even in plants along with being able to see the chaos energy left behind from those deceased (aka, ghosts). He's faster than Sonic but he's weaker than Shadow. He loves the world around him very dearly, having Sonic's passion for life/the world and Shadow's determination to fight for himself. Geode also has picked up mechanics as a small hobby though he's not very passionate about it.

About Brutus: (by @susahnasomething) A genetically enhanced clone of Shadow (mixed with Sonic's DNA) Brutus was made and raised by Eclipse the Darkling, who hoped to bring back the black arms by making a bunch of super powerful clones. This was not good for her. Eventually the heroes defeated Eclipse, and Shadow rescued her (not her clone siblings sadly, cause SOMEONE DECIDED THAT THERE SHALL ONLY BE ONE) and was then raised by sonadow. Brutus is a dark and conceited girl, reminding everyone of past shadow. Who firmly believes she cannot be killed nor destroyed, so she tends to throw herself into danger. (shes the ultimate lifeform nothing can hurt her!!) . . . totally!

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markpellegrinoimagines · 9 months ago

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Soulmate V.2

Request: Could you do a soulmate with lucifer, He kidnaps her and she can see his wings.

Tw: Wing!kink, Smut, Kidnapping, Rough!Foreplay

Sam and Dean were always telling her that she was too bold. Unafraid of the consequences as she stared down adversaries wether they were demons, Or Angel's. It's most likely why she'd ended up in her current situation. Y/n had been trailing a demon for days now, the black eyed bastard was the best lead she had for tracking down an important artifact. She'd been stopped for the night, taking a much needed rest after days of stalking her prey.

That's when the dammed thing struck. She was fresh from a shower with a towel wrapped tightly around her form when pain exploded across the back of her head and the sight of her meager room went black, with her body hitting the floor with a loud thump.

Y/n felt feeling returning to her limbs, and her senses slowly slipped back into awareness. The first thing to hit her was the smell. It was musty, like old mildew and dust. The next was sound. Aged creaking of settling rafters and the squeak of old springs when she shifts against the uncomfortable surface she was laid upon.

Slowly and very carefully, Y/n pushed herself up until she could look around through hazy vision at what appeared to be an abandoned studio apartment. She was laid out in a dust covered bed and could feel the grit of it scraping across her skin. Not far from the bed was a living area with worn down couches and a coffee table with several layers of dust across its surface.

A chill sent shivers racing up and down her spine, and she snapped her gaze down. The damp towel shed been wrapped in after her shower was slipping loose, revealing bare skin, and she hurriedly pulled it tight, covering her extremities.

She slipped her legs over the edge of the bed and slowly ended up into her feet. The back of her skull throbbed with each movement, and the floor boards creaked under her feet. Couldn't the demon have waited until she at least had some clothes on?

There wasn't a single article of fabric she could use to cover herself. The place was picked clean, and she wasn't willing to come in contact with those bed sheets any longer than she'd already had.

"Oh fuck me.."

A dark chuckle and a freezing cold filled the room, making her whip around until she was facing the new threat. "Was that an invitation? I'm flattered, Little Human..." Glaciap blue eyes slid up and down her form, lingering on the lower hem of the towel. "Did you dress this way just for me~?"

Lucifer waited for her response. This was his first time meeting the little hunter that was often seen around the Winchester boys. She was quite the sight. He'd been expecting more flannel and crass remarks. Not this sweet little human with wide e/c eyes. In fact... it was as if she wasn't even looking at him. Her gaze was locked up and over his shoulder and her pupils were trembling with what he could only assume was awe.

Y/n had paused in what she'd been planning to say as she watched the large shimmering mass shift behind the form of the tall blue-eyed blonde. The more she focused on the ethereal mass, the more detailed it became. Six large arching wings hung from the man's back, They were a smokey silver tipped in burnt Pink and veins of glittering gold through every quill. Each shift sent a wave of ash to the floor.

They were gorgeous. Their unique and tragic beauty had her completely captured by awe. The urge to run her fings through the mass of feathers was strong. She completely zoned out the Blondes words.

Lucifer was feeling his patience wain. He'd wanted long enough, and the human hadn't even met his gaze for a mere second. Did she believe she was better than him? He slowly stalked forward, an angry frown beginning to pull at the edge of his lips before it lifted into a cruel grin. She still wasn't meeting his eyes.

His fingers closed around the weak column of her neck. She was so vulnerable and frail.. He ignored the small thrill that ran through him as he examined the way his vessels hand looked around her throat.

He could feel her pulse hammering away beneath the pads of his fingers. The beat, a salacious dance, tempted him in closer as he eyed her with glowing red eyes.

"I'll not be ignored by a sniveling little Mud-"

"Your wings are so beautiful...~"

Lucifers jaw shut with a clack of teeth and a crack of the joint. Her words echoed in his skull, buzzing around his grace. What did she just say?

His fingers tightened further and was soon joined by his other hand, caging in her cheeks.

"Repeat that, Now!?"

Y/n swallowed as an embered heat warmed her lower belly. A small hint of concern ebbed its way through the back of her mind. All logic was seeping out of her ears in the presence of this angel. It was just her luck she somehow managed to capture the interest of Lucifer, and now she couldn't even keep her head on straight. His hands squeezing her vulnerable throat should not be making her nearly as hot bother as it is.

"I said, You're wings are beautiful... I.."

Lucifers thoughts were moving a mile a second, A mate.. A soulmate..

Out of all the things his father could have done.. A human soulmate..

A humorless chuckle slipped past his lips. Was this his punishment? His eyes once again trailed down her toweled form, and the cleavage he could see wrapped loosely in its soft hold. His smirk grew as something settled over him..

Or maybe it wasnt..~

"You know little human~ I had you grabbed because of your relation to the winchesters. But it's seems," His slowly slid up one of his hands to run his fingers through h/l h/c locks, "I've found a different reason to keep you around..."

He watched her brows furrow in confusion, only to lift in alarm when chilled lips descend om her own. Capturing them in a demanding and devouring press. Two prodding tips slowly pride her lips open until he was able to twirl his split tongue around her warm muscle.

Y/n was lost the second his lips brushed hers. The low embers in her gut flared to life in an explosion of desire and need as she raised trembling hands to press almost uncertainly into the soft mass of feathers. That one touch unlocked the flood works as lucifer trembled against her and a dark needy groan was growled into her open mouth.

Freezing palms hooked underneath her bare thighs, and she barely recognized the twisting feeling of the world warping around her in a flurry of feathers and wind. Her back connected with silky smooth fabric as she was roughly pinned down against a soft bouncy surface.

Y/n cracked open her eyes and pulled her lips from the angels, scanning their new surroundings. The room was dark with an arched ceiling. The bed she'd been pressed down into had a large canopy hung above with deep red curtains closing them inside.

Soon, her attention was being drawn back to lucifer. Unable to stray away for long. E/c eyes widened considerably as she takes in the swath of bared skin. When had he...?

"When.."

"Shhh..." A chilled finger pressed against her lips quieting her thoughts as he used his free hand to arrange her legs around his waist and situate his hardened length between slick folds.

Y/n whined low in her throat when those first few rolls of his hips had his tip knocking against her sensitive clit. When it catches against her dripping entrance before slipping up to bounce against that nub, she lets out a loud whimper.

"That's it, Just like that little Human~ let me hear your pleasure."

As soon as his finger slipped free from her lips, a loud moan of his name filled the space, "Lucifer!~"

It tapered off into a gasping and breathy mewl as the chilled flesh of his length began to stretch her open, inch by inch. Heels dug into his back, urging her forward until his hips were flush with her own, and he was growling possessive obscenities into the shell of her ear.

"Made just for me, my own little human.. to keep.. to claim and Fill~ All mine!" His hips snapped harshly into the Crease of her thighs, carving her dripping walls open with every body jolting lunge of hips. The obscene smack of thighs was accompanied with gasping mewls from his little souldmates lips.

"Lu-Lucifer!! Ah~ Harder..please~!"

His response was a growl and glowing red eyes. Blunt chilled nails dug divots into her waist, holding her in place, giving him more leverage with every thrust. She could already feel the coil tightening up in her gut, threatening to snap at any second. It seemed even the Archangel rutting her into the sheets was needing the edge of pleasure.

A tsunami of ecstasy threatening to drown them both within the coiling Abyss of need sinking its claws into them both. Lucifers hands slipped up her waist until his palms were caging her cheeks and pulling her melting lips to meet his own in a possessive kiss. Her owns fingers slunk up and around his shoulders to trail teasingly along the muscled ridge of his wings.

They shuttered against her touch, and then she sank her hands into the feathers. It was all Lucifer needed to be sent crashing over the edge, his teeth scraping teasingly against her bottom lip.

Y/ns legs tightened around his hips as a warmth spread through her lower gut, Lucifer rolled his hips, pressing his release deeper into her core with every grunt and meeting of flesh. Her little whimpers were music to his ears as he nipped his teeth against her shoulder.

"You won't be leaving this bed, I'll have you begging me for my touch, Mewling and crying for more~"

He watched her cheeks flush, and he could barely restrain himself as he felt those little human fingers once again tease through ashen feathers.

"Please, Lucifer~ Don't stop.."

#mark pellegrino #lucifer #supernatural #spn #spn family #supernatural one shot #supernatural lucifer #spn lucifer #writing #one shot #rewrite #lucifer x reader

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safely-in-vhagars-belly · 11 months ago

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''Fight and Die'' PART TWO Slightly darkAemond x AFAB Reader

Aemond x fem oc/reader

Tags: Show setting, abusive brother (but its not aemond) mentioned of forced marriages and duels, mentions of parental loss.

🔷Summary: Your ancestors once betrayed the Targaryens and paid a high price. Now you are back at court with your brother, who hopes to sell you in exchange for his freedom.

🔷Author's note: It might still be a little darkish but not as dark as usual. I think this is the closest to show aemond I ever got. So he still is not a unicorn yall but he is at least imo he is decent and nice.

🔷Wordcount 6803

Warnings: Violence and smut but its consensual!:) fucking, smut, p in v, titty sucking, titty play, mentioned abuse (but aemond is not the abuser) stalkerish behaviour (imo)

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The words that your brother spoke to you, haunt you like a pestering ghost, a memory of a life long forgotten, yet it is everything but a memory. It became reality the moment Prince Jacaerys suggested to marry you, Lady Revaera of House Marthyralys.

There has never been a formal wedding between a Targaryen and a Marthyralys. Your houses both survived the doom, yes. But your house understood something that House Targaryen has trouble understanding: The Iron Throne itself is no magical artifact. It does not grant you power. Not really. True power, especially the fickle love of the people, is won through actions, gold, and loyalty.

You quietly wonder how afraid your ancestor Daeyor was before they burned him alive at the stake after King Maegor had died. Loyalty, gold and actions could not save him then.

Who is to say it can save you, now? You no longer are the loyal servants of the Targaryens. Your family tried to kill King Viserys and had Rhaenyra killed as well. His precious daughter, their ‘Realm’s delight’. You no longer have the luxury of loyalty. Gold is empty, mostly earned by sacking of villages and towns you do not want to learn the names of, afraid the souls of its inhabitants will find you this way, bound their tormented soul to your own and lead you to your doom. Actions…..

What is one girl compared to Seven Kingdoms? Especially if she has no power. For she is not allowed to pick her own husband, or anything else for that matter.

Your feet quickly pace as you make your way from the dungeons to the courtyard, gasping for air when you leave the dusty dungeons behind at long last. You take a moment to breathe, to think and to worry silently against the cold stone walls of the castle.

For a moment, your world spins around you and the castle walls seem almost as liquid, threatening to swallow you whole and to merge you with the souls who died here so long ago. A sharp yet gentle voice calls out to you, and you are shocked to see someone so nearby, almost jumping away from him.

‘’Lady Revaera. We were just waiting for you. The Duel is about to start.’’

There is something about him that does not sit quite right with you. The way an unfinished painting tries to light up a grand hall it obviously does not belong in. He is leaning on a crane, and one look at his feet and you know who he is exactly. This can be no one else but Lord Larys Strong, the man who currently holds the cursed castle of Harrenhall.

Larys is known to you and your spies as a clever, dangerous spider that spins his lies easily as his webs. You were warned multiple times to treat carefully around him, or you would become webbed.

‘’O, do I know you?’’ You ask.

He does not seem to notice your lie, or he does not care about the lie. ‘’Larys Strong, my Lady.’’ You have it confirmed, at the very least. You doubt anyone would lie about being him, and his nickname adds up. Despite your trust in this man does not exist, you avoid looking at his feet at all costs. ‘’The Queen’s personal hand.’’

Larys leads you a bit further into the courtyard, where a beautiful black haired man is preparing two swords by cleaning and cutting them sharp. He wears the familiar armor of the King’s guard.

You turn your head and notice King Viserys sitting in a luxurious armchair with a blanket over his shaking legs. Next to him stands Queen Alicent with her hands folded in front of her green silk gown. Their son, Prince Aegon is close to them and is occupied cleaning his nails until he sees you, quickly giving you a crooked, dangerous smile.

The Princess and her party approaches as well, fashionably late. Rhaenyra is the first person to enter the courtyard, as she will one day sit the Iron throne. She is closely followed by her husband, Prince Daemon, also once heir to the throne. Jacaerys walks behind them, wearing an impressive seahorse embroidered tunic with long pants. You can make out the chainmail underneath it from afar.

Not a word is spoken to you by them. Nor does the Queen receive any hello. Only Viserys is greeted by the Princess with a kiss on his cheeks, and a faithful smile before she tucks the blankets tighter around his shaking body. Alicent glares as if she disagrees with the Princess, but lets her do her thing.

Prince Jacaerys approaches you, a soft dreamy smile on his lips unbefitting of a prince. Unbefitting of this world, truly. He bows his brown haired head to you. ‘’My Lady. You are beautiful.’’ He says, as if that is a proper greeting.

Rhaenyra’s scowl, what you assumed was one, is truly just her lips hanging in worry, not anger. The scowl softens when watching you make a small curtsy to Prince Jacaerys, your lips closing and opening when you praise the prince for his kindness. ‘’You honor me enough for a thousand lifetimes, my Prince. It is truly just a simple gown-’’ You feel a bit underdressed in the present of the Queen and the Princess respectively. Even Princess Helaena is dressed far better than you.

Jace leans in a little closer, keeping his distance but still close enough for his hot breath to dance on your lips and to be able to see the light shining brightly into his eyes. ‘’I was not referring to your gown.’’

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks at that compliment, briefly turning your head just in time to see Prince Aemond approach the courtyard at long last. Together, bound in chains is your brother. Fyrand gives you a final glare. A warning to not mess this up.

The Prince ignores his sister, his nephew, you, almost everyone and goes to his father instantly. You watch as he too greets his king. His greeting is stiff, short, one-sided and rushed.

Prince Aemond does not wear his heart upon his sleeve, and you have trouble making sense of what goes on inside his head. But there is a brief crack that allows you just a glimpse of the man behind the beast when he greets his mother, and he holds her hands for a brief moment when she likely begs him to not participate in the duel to come.

‘’He is interesting, isn’t he, little sister?’’ Fyrand mutters next to you. You feel another load of blood rush to your cheeks, and you quickly look away from the prince. Your brother chuckles. ‘’He rides the biggest dragon in the world. Soon, he will ride you too.’’ He whispers.

You hear Viserys cough and Queen Alicent opens the duel now that everyone is present. Jacaerys is helped into his armor, when Aemond does his armor on himself, only allowing Cole to tighten it at the end of it. Jacaerys keeps conversing with his family, but Aemond does not utter a word to his side of the family. Judging by the hatred in his eye, he is already in battle against Jacaerys. Perhaps he truly never left that battle to begin with. The swords are handed to both, and you can instantly tell who of the two had the proper training by the way Aemond yields the blade all too familiar, too smoothly, too fast and too deadly. You gulp.

Your brother is led to the circle where both men have gathered. He stands in the middle between both, his hands still in chains but you could not tell by his victorious smirk. He acts as a free man. “Welcome, both of you. Today you shall fight until the other man yields. You fight for my sister, Lady Revaera of House Marthyralys. A fine reward, if I say so myself.” As on cue, you walk into the circle as well, your eyes lowered at the ground. ‘’That is close enough, dear sister. Go stand with the Queen and the Princess.’’ He tells you, worried of his greatest investment getting hurt. Or worse yet: Injured, ugly, defiled. You obey, walking back to the Princess and it takes place beside Helaena and Aegon.

Prince Aemond positions himself with his sword in hand, ready to deal the first blow. ‘’One of you shall marry Revaera after this day. One of you shall write history and unite the houses Targaryen and Marthyralys in blood.’’ You become a little annoyed at Fyrand’s needless monologue and just want to know who won already. Finally, Fyrand looks up to the sky, before cutting his own hand, dripping the blood in the circle. Jacaerys looks at his parents, confused and worried when Aemond does not even bat an eye at the sight, likely familiar with the offer for the gods. One shout causes the courtyard to fill with a silence that is yet louder than any scream anyone could have produced, their dragons included. ‘’Begin!’’

Prince Aemond approaches, his slender feet tapping lightly against the stones, as if dancing. His eye is on Jacaerys and for a moment you see the younger prince gulp at his uncle. But that moment passes quickly as you see that Jace reminds himself of something and takes a defensive stance too, rushing at his uncle in a surprise attack.

You thought Aemond meant to attack, but instead of that, he easily raises the blade and blocks Jace’s attack, smirking and likely taunting him with insults you can’t hear from here. Jace quickly jumps back, his sword now lowered. Instead of going in for a quick and easy victory, Aemond steps back, waiting for Jace to regain his strength and ego to attack him again. ‘’It is like watching a cat toy with a mouse.’’ Fyrand comments next to you, grinning as Jacaerys rushes at Aemond, before the latter steps aside, causing Jace to stumble out of the circle instead.

Prince Jace returns with fire and blood and you can see a true Targaryen in him when he tries to attack his uncle once more, this time surprising him by faking right and going left near his face, causing the older prince to briefly, if just a moment, freeze up.

Aemond does not back down however, forcing his sword up and blocks Jace’s easily, before pushing him to the ground with his strength, disarming him. “Jace!” His mother shouts, worried. Aemond nor Jace pay her any mind. Jace tries to get his sword by crawling away, but Aemond simply stands on his tunic with his boots, blocking his way with a sickened grin on his pink lips.

The king rises too, shouting as well. “Get up, my boy!” Aemond briefly scowls in his direction, hurt and betrayal written in his eye. The sword in his hands is pressed closer to Jace’s throat. “Do you yield?” Aemond asks.

Jace only has one response. Perhaps only one way of living. “Never!” You worry that although it might not be to the death officially, it might become that way if things do not slow down.

Aemond grins, forcing the blade tighter against Jace’s throat. “Yield, you bas-” This time Aemond is surprised as Jace hooks him on the nose, sending him flying backwards on the cold stones. Jace reaches for his sword, rushing at Aemond as if to slay him. Aemond rolls away from the blade, hissing like a hurt wildcat and likely muttering insults to Jace.

Jace grins cockily as Aemond has lost his sword now too, and he holds his firmly in his hands. ‘’Let’s see how well you fight without your fancy sword.’’ Jace remarks. You see Aemond briefly look around, scanning the crowd for any other weapon. Jace knows he is disarmed.

He looks at his mother and his stepfather. They tell him one with their eyes. ‘’Finish him!’’ And so Jace does his best. Jace rushes at Aemond with his sword drawn. Aemond listens. Aemond waits. And Aemond strikes. It becomes really clear to you that Aemond Targaryen does not care about a fair fight, and neither does Jacaerys. Where Jace took Aemond’s weapon, Aemond is one step ahead of him. You watch as the young prince is hooked in his gut instead, the sword missing Aemond’s head by an inch. Queen Alicent rushes to her husband at this sight. ‘’You told me there would be no death!”

Aemond easily steps around Jacaerys, avoiding the blade when tugging at his cape. Before you realize why or what has happened, Aemond pulls the cloak over Jace’s head, blinding him. An audible gasp can be heard from the audience as Aemond pushes Jacaerys on the ground, running back to pick his sword back up.

Jace growls in anger like a trapped cat, kicking the cloak off him and in the ground. You watch as the Targaryen dragon and the Velyaron seahorse end up in literal dust because of your house. Aemond swings his sword in response, before taking another stance. As if it says: Come and get me.

Jace charges with all his might and strength and while he truly tries his best, he is no match for Aemond. Not really. Instead of sidestepping, blocking, or blinding him, Aemond now simply has enough of the fight and hooks his legs around Jace’s feet, tripping him and bringing him down. He drops himself atop of Jace and levels the sword at his throat.

“Yield!” He shouts. Jacaerys weakly groans, feeling the back of his head. There is blood on his fingers. Aemond does not care. If anything, seeing blood makes him more eager. ‘’Yield!’’ He repeats.

You see Jacaerys look at his mother and father, his head hung in shame. “I Yield…” He feels bad about letting them down. You just know so.

Aemond spits at the ground but you know he wanted to spit at Jace's face instead.

Aemond grins at his audience, his eyes searching for you. You gulp when he blinks at you, at least you assume that is his intention. ‘’What if I rather marry Prince Jacaerys instead? He seems kind and gentle.’’ You whisper to Fyrand when the crowd applause for the Prince's victory and Prince Jacaerys is helped up.

‘’You do not know what you need, I do, sweet sister. Kindness and gentleness will only take you so far. You need a husband not afraid to put you in your place, who won’t fall for your tears and won’t listen to your pleas. Aemond Targaryen is that man.’’ He whispers as Aemond is congratulated by the King’s guard.

‘’Your reward.’’ He pushes you to Aemond who barely glances at your trembling body. You do not feel as a human being.

Aemond does not say a single thing to you.

‘’When will the wedding occur? A week from today sounds reasonable.’’ Fyrand needs the wedding to happen fast.

A small condescending smirk grows on the lips of the prince. ‘’You insult me and my knowledge of my bride’s House. I know these marriages happen the same night the duels are fought, to prevent another challenger from rising up.’’ That is true. It is the reason why Grysalda the Bold was married to so many men. When Prince Car had defeated one, another challenger had appeared.

But there is an issue. As any husband taking a wife, Aemond is entitled to your dowry. You asked for a loan but that loan has not yet been delivered. Your brother knows so. And that loan would be Aemond’s well earned compensation for taking you as his wife.

‘’I-I don’t have her dowry on hand.’’ Your brother fakes a small smile, laughing through his pain.

Aemond steps closer, sizing your brother up and down before speaking. ‘’Do I look like I need her dowry? I am a Prince of the Seven Kingdoms, of House Targaryen. And I can assure you, your pathetic amount of gold is not my motivation to marry your sister, you can rest assured of that.’’

“And you," he adds, staring at you for the first time. Your lips open but not a word comes out. Aemond steps within your reach, the leather of his boots cracking. Your chin is grabbed and you feel his warm bloodied hands caress your face, likely leaving prints of Jace's blood. ‘’You must prepare yourself. I wish to marry you before nightfall.’’ That is sooner than you anticipated.

—

The duel is the discussion among the servants who help you prepare for your wedding day. It is odd, seeing how two people can differently recall events and leave out details to make their chosen one seem favored by the gods themselves. Both Queen Alicent and Princess Rhaenyra had sended you a lady to help you prepare.

While Rhaenyra’s lady, Anya braids and brushes your hair, Alicent’s lady, Dyra puts your feet in soft silk slippers that feel softer than any bed you ever laid on. ‘’I can’t believe that Prince Aemond shunned dignity and blinded Prince Jacaerys. That was unbefitting of him.’’ You do not know how to respond to that, so you remain quiet.

‘’Prince Jacaerys started it with disarming the Prince.’’ Dyra says, defending Prince Aemond as if he rescued her.

For some reason, Anya takes offense to that comment, and great offense at that. ‘’Prince Aemond did the exact same thing!’’ That is true, you saw it happen. But Jace didn’t allow Aemond to pick his sword back up. Aemond did allow that for Jace. But perhaps only because Aemond was toying with Jace.

‘’Should you two gossip about the princes? Won’t you two get in trouble?’’ You ask, becoming a little annoyed with their fighting. And they suddenly decide that maybe it doesn't matter who blinded who and who took who’s weapon away. They now have a far greater enemy.

It’s you.

For the remainder of the time you are not spoken to anymore and they are deadly silent. You are annoyed and worried and nervous for later.

The gown they eventually pick out is an ivory color and has an open back with small dragon scales to honor your new husband’s house. There are black and red ones, as well as green and white ones. It is a colorful gown. Your hair is braided in traditional Targaryen fashion, and a small tiara piece, more a diadem, is placed on your head.

The moment you are done you are escorted back to the throne room, where servants are rushing and running into each other, over each other and aside each other to arrange the wedding as soon as possible. You look up to see your house banner hanging next to the Targaryen one. You wonder if your ancestors would agree with what you have done.

You do not have long to think, for Princess Rhaenyra approaches you, this time without her son or husband. You quickly sweep in a curtsy, your eyes leveled at the floor. ‘’You look absolutely stunning.’’ Princess Rhaenyra says. You give her a thankful smile. The princess leans in a bit closer. ‘’Such a shame it won’t be for my son, however.’’

You remain silent on that matter. She smiles, kindly but you can tell her heart is not into it. ‘’Aemond will try to breed you tonight.’’ She says, and you are not sure why she would bother to remind you of that fact. You avoid her once more. ‘’Come to me if you wish to avoid his seed taking root. I have my own Maester at this castle. The Greens will never know.’’ She leaves before you respond to that, leaving you conflicted.

Soon it is time for the ceremony.

Your husband will be the last to arrive. Finally you and him stand in front of the Septon. He does not speak. Not a word. You become uncomfortable. ‘’You may cloak your bride, and bring her under your protection.’’ The Septon speaks. You feel Aemond cloak you with a smooth movement, placing the heavy cloak on your shaking shoulders. The septon smiles gently at both of you. ‘’One flesh, one heart, one soul.’’ He announces. Aemond bends his head gently, reaching your lips and briefly leaving a soft peck. You do the same, worried as you never kissed anyone before.

The rest of the ceremony feels nice as people congratulate you but you can’t help but feel that you are facing your execution. You know what will happen after this. You dread it. He will consummate the marriage. And you? You doubt you’ll survive it.

—---

The feast ends, and Aemond and you are now in his bedrooms. It is a big room full of books and a luxurious bed that reminds you both that you are not finished with your duties just yet. Aemond has taken a spot by the fireplace and has lit it, watching the flames consume the wood as you silently pull your nails, the final ones on your right hand. You aren’t sure you are allowed to speak, so you remain quiet. You aren’t sure you are allowed to sit, so you remain standing.

Prince Aemond finally rises from his chair, his scent entering your nose as you quickly stop pulling your nails. His hands slowly go up to your throat, to where the pins keep the cloak he cloaked you with up. He works very smoothly yet carefully. It is dark in the room, said for the candles and the fireplace that make the room seem eerie and scary to you. The shadows that are casted by the fire are like a beast, devouring the room until only the dark remains.

The cloak drops to the floor with a dry thud. All that remains is your dress. Aemond takes a sharp breath, folding his hands on his back and making a quick circle around you, inspecting you as you look at your slippers, afraid of what he might think or say.

It is tradition for the bride to have a dagger during her wedding night in your house. But for obvious reasons, you were denied one. So you may not stop what comes next.

A soft kiss is left on your forehead, before Aemond leaves a one sided but gentle kiss on your lips. You hear him take a deep breath once more.

You are turned around by him, your back facing his front. And his hands rest on the corset of your dress, that he begins to unlace. The moment he tugs at the strings, you feel a burden fall off your chest and yet you know this is not the end. This is only the beginning.

One by one, layers of your clothing fall to the floor. He takes a step back, his breath clearly roused by the sight of your naked breasts. You attempt to cover them, blood rushing to your cheeks. Instead of telling you to lower your arms or to smack you for blocking his view, he breaks into a precious small smile. ‘’My wife. My lady. My Revaera.’’ He tells you to disarm you with words instead of rough actions. He speaks with pride and possessiveness.

Slowly you lower your arms, your nippels poking. He steps closer and his warm breath is upon your face once more as his fingers gently reach out to touch your breasts, giving you enough time to pull away or to put your arms back up. You don't.

Perhaps you understand that you are his now. Perhaps you are scared. Or perhaps both are lies to deny that you are curious about this. You are curious to see what happens between a husband and a wife. He softly rubs your nippels, testing how sensitive you are to his touch before grabbing both breasts and firmly kneading it under his fingers. You gasp slightly confused as he pushes gently against your body, steering you to the direction of his bed with a lusty glance in his only good eye.

You stumble backward on the bed, falling on the sheets, your skirt all that covers you. Prince Aemond takes off his coat as well, unlaced his boots and pulls down his pants. You watch fascinated to see what he has between his legs. You never saw a cock before and somehow it looks yet alien and familiar.

He approaches you and climbs on the bed as well, towering over you. He takes your skirt off for you, as well as your shoes before he bends your feet, kissing your heels when making eye contact. You weakly moan as he begins to rub your irritated feet. ‘’You endure so much torture for me.’’ He teases, grinning.

You try to sit back up, to respond but he easily tops you, pinning you down with a smirk. He gives another soft kiss this time between your breasts and the leather of his eyepatch pokes you. And just like that, you feel the sliding of one of his hands down your belly, to your small clothes and finally inside of that too. He gives you a fair bit of space and time to push him away again but the thing is, you don't want to push him away.

Your body reacts to this handsome prince and a pleasant warmth spreads from within your belly to the parts between your legs. And finally, Prince Aemonds fingers softly pet and feel what no one besides yourself felt before.

You didn't even realize you were holding your breath until the prince told you to release it. ‘’Keep breathing. If it becomes too much just say so and we'll stop.’’ He says, but you do not believe him that he would.

‘’So wet for me.’’ He murmurs against your neck. ‘’I know you are a maiden. I can tell. Tell me, my little maiden…’’ his fingers softly poke your wet folds. ‘’How shall I break you in, hm?’’

‘’I don't know…’’ You confess, as you try to make sense of his question. Break you in? How does that even work? It sounds painful. ‘’I'm sorry.’’ You add quickly afraid to anger him.

Yet he does not move a finger. Not until you have answered his question. ‘’The least painful way, please.’’ You know he will do as he wishes. You are the wife so you must obey your husband. If he wishes to fuck you bloody no one can truly stop him from it.

Aemond's other hand softly cups your chin before he caresses your face gently, tracing lines only he can see. ‘’You worry for it?’’ He asks.

He must think you are a craven and a coward for being afraid of a little pain. Of doing duties you swore to do, of obeying a man that owes you. ‘’Yes, I know it makes me a craven and a bad wife but...I am so frightened of the pain.’’ You can't help the few lose tears escaping your eyes as you likely understand that the prince is disappointed and angry with you for this childish display. He had an eye taken from him. He claimed a dragon. He does not fear pain.

Instead he affectionately gives your forehead another soft kiss and you cannot read a single negative emotion on his face. ‘’My little maiden…’’ He murmurs again. ‘’Pain and pleasure are very close to one another. Closer than you might think.’’ You give a nod as if you understand his cryptic words. You do not. ‘’Kneel for me, please. On all fours.’’ He says, giving you an order for the first time since your marriage.

You feel a bit silly he asked this, yet you do your best to please him. So you kneel, on all fours. ‘’Like this, my prince?’’ You ask, your voice is a bit insecure.

He chuckles. A warm pleasant sound to match the warm pleasant wetness growing between your legs.

‘’We are married. I want you to call me by my name.’’He says, and you can tell by his tone he is used to ordering people around.

For reasons unknown to you, you want to obey him, yet mess up even this smallest request by accident.

‘’Yes, husband.’’ He psychically is displeased.

‘’My name, little cheeky brat.’’ You like the way your heart briefly rushes at his so-called angry voice. It was just him teasing you but you liked it.

‘’Aemond.’’ You say, obediently and full of admiration, turning your head so you can look at him. He blushes, keeping his eyes leveled at the floor like you often do too.

‘’Excellent. Very good.’’ He mumbles, avoiding your glance quickly. To prove his appreciation his fingers are gently pushed inside of you causing you to gasp. It does not hurt but the idea that man is touching you so intimately is shocking to you.

‘’Such a good responsive girl.’’ He whispers in his husky low lovely voice. You shudder and moan quietly at the compliment, the soft touches and the building pleasure.

He chuckles. ‘’O, we like praise don't we?’’ You suppose. You never reacted this way to anything. You feel so small and powerless and yet curious and stronger than you ever felt.

‘’I am not used to a man's gentle tongue. I've only known their sharp hatred.’’ You explain to him.

Aemond nods, as if understanding that a bit too well himself. ‘’I thought you'd prefer it kneeling, as you might be frightened by the sight of it." It. You think for a while before it hits you what he means.

‘’Yes,’’ You mutter, almost whispering. ‘’I apologize.’’ You add quickly. This likely is not what he signed up for when he fought Jace.

Another soft chuckle. ‘’What are you apologizing for?’’

‘’That I'm so wet and so confused and silly. I do not know what happens and how and what I am supposed to do.’’ You wish anyone had prepared you for this moment.

‘’Let me educate you then. Let me take care of you, as is a husband's duty.’’ You like hearing those words. All your life you had to take care of yourself. And now you have someone to watch your back. Someone who truly cares about you. Unlike Fyrand.

‘’You just focus on breathing and what feels good." Aemond tells you.’’

‘’What if I don't like it?’’

Instead of groaning or hitting you he softens his gaze. ‘’Your hands will be free. You may raise your left hand if I do anything that hurts or offends you. We shall stop the moment you do.’’

‘’My precious lady. My Valyrian little maiden.’’ He mutters when touching your chin, his mouth slowly sliding from your lips to your chin, to your neck, to your breasts…

And next is a moan close to a word that sounds Valyrian to you.

You communicated with your brother but only practiced sentences. Only words he used and whenever you asked he would deny you any further education.

‘’What was that, Aemond?’’ You ask, a little worried.

He breaks free from kissing and sucking your nipples, looking at you as if you confuse him.

‘’I said you were beautiful.’’ You suppose that is what would make sense. ‘’Don't you know Valyrian? The tongue of our ancestors?’’

You learned basic commands, basic survival words so you and your brother could communicate in secret should it be needed. But it took you months to master the easiest phrases. It's an elegant but tricky language, almost the way a snake would wrap itself around your tongue when you would speak it.

That is the physical part.

The emotional part is that your mother spoke it fluently. Your father was said to not even have learned a single word. Every word your brother had learned, came from the lips of the mother you shared and loved.

The mother that died birthing you. And you are sure your brother hasn't forgiven you for that crime.

The words sound elegant yet thick and heavy, warm as a soft fire and his eye never leaves your face when he slowly speaks the words, kissing away your tears.

You try to understand what he said to you, in that moment. You try so very hard to remember every single command and word you learned....

But this one seems to be missing from your memory. This one seems to be absent.

‘’No, please forgive me.’’ You know it was likely high on his wishlist. It would be romantic to communicate with one another in a language that is almost forgotten by most.

‘’There is nothing to forgive. However, would you like to? Would you like to learn it?’’ He tilts his head, still rubbing your nipples and your entrance making it difficult for you to think.

You worry. That is not an easy tongue and you worry no one would have patience to stick with you.

‘’Who would even teach me?’’ You ask, laughing.

He stops sucking your tit, his tongue licking his lips as if to remember the taste of your body when his good eye slightly narrows in darkness and hunger you are unfamiliar with. ‘’I would.’’ He responds, in a heartbeat.

You blink. ‘’Do you even have time for that?’’ It sounds so draining and long. He is a prince. His schedule is packed as it is, you imagine.

He sits a little straighter, brushing his fingers against your face, kissing your cheeks. ‘’I'd make time for that.’’ He reveals. ‘’My wife should learn whatever she wants.’’

You think back of all the times you begged Fyrand to teach you. And of all the times he said no. To think you are finally going to learn the tongue of your mother, it means more than he could ever know. Tears break free. ‘’I'm sorry it's just I wanted that for years and Fyrand denied it so many times.’’

He briefly groans as if annoyed you mention him. ‘’You do no longer belong to that donkey. You belong with me now.’’ With. Not to. With. Equals. Not property. ‘’And I decided it's time you start living your life. Not just enduring it.’’

Aemond waits a moment after saying that, avoiding your eyes, clearly embarrassed by what he chooses to say. Instead of mocking him you touch his scarred cheek. At first he flinches but he trusts you soon after looking in your eyes. ‘’My brother said you were a monster. A beast who missed an eye with a horrible temper who would rape me every night for the rest of my life.’’

He raises a brow, insulted.

‘’Charming description.’’

‘’Yet you might be the kindest, most considerate man I ever met. And I met so many.’’ You tell him.

He thinks. ‘’I imagine you met hungry and desperate men. Men become monsters when they want to gain something. Just look back at how I beat Jace this afternoon.’’

You feel pride grow at this accomplishment. ‘’You wanted me then?’’ You ask.

He rolls his good eye, and grins. ‘’Yes.’’

‘’What for?’’ You ask, shyly touching his chest and drawing circles over his abs, watching his chest raise with every breath he takes.

‘’Can't you tell?’’

‘’My beauty.’’ You assume that would be it.

He shakes his head, touching your chin. ‘’You are beautiful, but it's not just that. Beauty does much for the male eye but for the brain to take interest there must be something there. Interest. Curiosity. Beauty alone is a horrible foundation. Beauty fades, beauty changes.’’ You, unknown to you, have leaned in closer and are staring at his lips.

He simply nods, confirming to you that he saw it and approves of it. You sit a little straighter, leaning in closer to his face and leave a soft kiss on his lips. You are gently touched by your hairs, touched as if you were made of glass and a single movement could shatter you.

You expected him to perhaps dominate the kiss or to flip you on your back and to start fucking a child inside of you but none of that happens as the two of you just kiss.

Until you both do more.

You turn around, kneeling and he takes that a sigh of consent. It is. Your hips are grabbed gently and Aemond murmurs in your ear that you are perfect. Your cunt is touched one final time by him, just to feel what he did with you. He enjoys being inside of you with his fingers, feeling the wetness he created.

And after a much too long time, he finally sinks himself deep inside of you and gives the first shattering thrust that causes you to cry out.

Your head lowers as you become used to his soft thrusts that feel good and warm. ‘’So wet and tight for me.’’ He groans between the thrusts. You can only nod, driven speechless by how good and how fast the pleasure is building. Never in a million years you assumed you would enjoy your consummation and now you are. You are enjoying it, living for it and thank the gods for it.

Aemond’s cock takes you deeper and rougher as the minutes pass by, his breath fast and yours a soft squeaky whimper almost befitting an old door. He feels harder than he did a few moments ago, and takes you when clearly hatching something. And finally he begins to grab your hips, fucking you now fully and as fast as his body allows him to fuck you. You never knew you would enjoy it rough, dark and fast but right now it is all that exists to you. He is all that exists to you.

Your husband grins, madly before groaning and likely coming inside of you, before taking you another sharper and harder time. Your nails dig into the sheets of the bed, your cries echo and your body locks as Aemond encourages you to come as well. And you faithfully do what every good wife would.

You obey your husband and soak his cock when you shatter around him in dozens of pieces with a heart wrenching cry. ‘’Gods.’’ You murmur, catching your breath. Aemond leans back on the pillows too, your head warmly nestled on his chest.

‘’No, just me, ‘I'm afraid.’ he answers in his mocking smirk. You roll your eyes smiling. ‘’I think you should get some rest.’’ ‘’It’s been a long day for you.’’ He adds, tucking the blanket of his bed around your body. Aemond picks up a book close to his bed and starts reading the pages, but he soon joins you in bed, sleeping too with his arms wrapped around your belly. And for the first time in a long time, Aemond Targaryen slept without nightmares, early wake-ups and in the arms of someone who at least tolerated him.

You wake up at Aemond’s clearly hushed voice, yet he sounds angry. He is by the door, covered in a robe and is trying to keep someone out of the room. You overhear their conversation. ‘’No. You can’t see her. She is resting.’’ You instantly know who is on the other side. Fyrand.

You feel uneasy and dread fill your chest as well as your heart is beating faster. Your brother laughs. ‘’You will let me pass, Aemond. She is my sister.’’ He says. ‘’I only need her for a moment, you can have her for the rest of the night.’’ Disgusted, Aemond blocks his way in once more.

‘’She is my wife now, before she is your sister.’’ He steps a bit closer, making his voice softer but you can hear what Aemond has to say perfectly. ‘’I do not care that you convinced my father that you are no threat. Your sister belongs to me now. She will soon become a child, if the gods allow it.’’ He steps a bit closer. ‘’I have seen the bruises on her body. You will never torment her again.’’

‘’My sister is loyal to me.’’ Fyrand nearly shouts but you do not believe his words. You aren’t sure.

Aemond shrugs. ‘’I will just have to keep my eyes on both of you, if that’s the case.’’

Fyrand grins. ‘’Good luck, since you only have one.’’

At that point, Aemond slams the door shut.

You quickly pretend to sleep, hearing Aemond join you soon after that. Your body is lifted and put back against his chest, his arms wrapped back around you. You do not know if he knows you are awake. ‘’No one, not your brother, not my sister, not the seven fucking gods themselves will take you from me.’’ He murmurs, causing you to blink uneasily. He does not see, however and drifts off to sleep.

You, however…..

You are awake for a very long time.

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Gale x Tav Enemies to Lovers Part V

Gale’s POV. I know I’ve been switching between the two and the last part was his perspective and I think this is the best artistic choice to move the plot forward, I think how Gale navigates Tav’s silence is a more compelling perspective. Not to worry, you’ll get Tav’s too, just next ;)

still editing and such atm, but enjoy!

Twenty five days. For twenty five days Gale remained on the sidelines waiting to be beckoned into battle. Waiting for Tav to speak with him, to apologize. The more time dragged on, the more irate he became and the more the gnawing in his chest grew. Gale was in dire need of a magical artifact and refused to be the first to yield. He would ask the others before he asked for her help with this again. If she wanted to ignore him, fine. He had locked himself in a tower in isolation for a year, after all, cast out by his former lover and goddess of magic. He was accustomed to being ignored and to ignoring.

The idle mind was Gale’s primary enemy, apart from the absolute and tadpole in his brain. The first few days, Gale thought little of Tav’s avoidance. They must be ashamed, he thought, embarrassed to broach him. Yet, she didn’t so much as glance in his direction and avoided the campfire when he was preparing their meals. Due to the incredible amount of downtime he now had, the meals grew in sumptuousness to his companions delight. He even managed to salvage stale bread they looted, turning it into delicious, crusty toast for a strew. Tav dodged Gale expertly, rivaling Mystra’s ability to deny attention, shutting him out except for necessary pleasantries. The tension between them made their companions exchange knowing glances during meal times, awkwardly dancing around the lingering animosity that seemed to fester whenever they were near each other.

After the first ten-day of the cold shoulder, Karlach was brave enough to poke her head into Gale’s tent where she found him sulking. “Oh, come on you, quit sitting around and eating dirt. Enough skulking, it’s too fucking sad mate. You’ve licked your wounds long enough and won’t even give us a bit of gossip of what you’re on about. Let’s go do a bit of exploring of our own, the fresh air will do you some good.”

Gale started, his head snapped up from the paper he was inscribing. “No.. I couldn’t possibly,” he said, casting his eyes back towards the paper. He felt Karlach come up behind him and he flipped it to conceal his ramblings.

“Alright… keep your secrets.” She said, winking at him. “Now come on, I’m bored.” She danced back in forth on her feet like an eager puppy. Gale couldn’t help but smile, her optimism infecting him as much as his dark mood.

“Fine. I’ll indulge you.” Gale said, rising from his seat and then winced, grabbing his chest. “Oh, for the love of the gods…” Gale doubled over for a moment, groaning. Karlach rested a hand on Gale’s back and he winced from the heat of her hand.

“Oh, sorry!” She pulled back her hand and kneeled beside him. “Woah, easy. Are you alright mate? Need a magical item or something?”

“Actually..” Gale’s eyes widen and he raises an eyebrow, “If… if you’d be so kind… I’d be indebted to you.” Gale had needed one for quite a while and refused to ask Tav for one and she had not offered. Tav’s evident lack of concern for his condition made his stewing worse, made him conjure up countless monologues that he would inflict upon Tav, the narrative he spun in his mind dangerously untrue - but, such are human emotions.

Karlach shrugged and took off one of her rings that Tav given to her earlier. Gale knew the magic in this ring to be especially potent and shook his head, “Oh, I couldn’t… this is too much.”

“Cut it out and eat the damn thing, would you? I hate being left at camp and refuse to let us sit around moping. It’s too damn depressing and there’s already enough to be depressed about.” Karlach insisted and Gale absorbed the magic, but the orb felt insatiable.

Karlach sensed his distress and Gale’s face contorted in confusion as he wondered. “It doesn’t seem to be having the effect it should… it’s no matter. I can endure it.” His voice was strained and he grunted as he pushed himself up by his knees, gesturing for Karlach to lead the way.

She grinned and cackled. “Fuck yes, let’s go go!”

***

Karlach started tossing rocks into the brook, trying to skip them, her tongue sticking out of her mouth with focus. “FUCK!” She protested and Gale let out a hearty laugh.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll get it soon enough.” He sat on the grass behind her, watching as she searched for the perfect, flat stones to skim across the calm waters.

“I used to be so good at this.” Karlach huffed, bent over and searching the ground. “All that time in the hells and I forgot how to do the little things. It’s maddening. Ah HA!” She exclaimed triumphant and lifted an oval, smooth stone to show Gale. “Lookie here, this one will do the trick. Watch this.” Karlach spun and flicked the rock and Gale bit the insides of his cheeks as it sunk eagerly to the bottom of the brook. “Oh come ON.” She let out a defeated sigh and laughed at herself. “Well. That was anticlimactic.” Gale admired this quality in Karlach, despite set back and failure she didn’t allow it to dampen her spirit. If only he could say the same for himself.

Karlach came to sit beside him and laid back on the grass, a long piece of it in her mouth. The edges of it singed from the heat. “Alright. Indulge me. Why is Tav avoiding you.” Gale started at her question and shook his head but Karlach sat up, her tone suddenly serious. “You can either tell me or I can ask Tav at dinner for a bit of a show. Which would you prefer?” Although her tone was playful, Gale knew she was one to follow through on her threats.

He sighed, the weight on his shoulder’s ever burdensome. “Where to even start…” Gale ran his hands through his hair and fingered his earring thoughtfully. “The.. the night of the party we had a bit of a disagreement.”

“A bit is an understatement.” She looked at him suspiciously, “We couldn’t hear what you were saying, but your raised voices weren’t exactly subtle. Besides…” Karlach says, sitting up, “You were always at Tav’s side before that. Now she doesn’t even look at you and you avoid one another like the plague. It’s not exactly subtle and we all have our theories.”

Gale cocks an eyebrow and then squeezes his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tav… well, the long and short of it is this: we were both students at Blackstaff Academy.”

Karlach’s laugh interrupted Gale and she slapped her knee. “I fucking knew it. I knew you two were too familiar with each other.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s a vibe man, I don’t know. If you could see what I see,” she said, fiddling with a new stone that she chucked into the water. “I thought for sure you were hot for each other.”

Gale felt the blush spread across his cheeks and he laughed blackly, “Oh. Well. Certainly hot in one way or another.” He sighed again, continuing, “Tav was rather angry I did not disclose my remembrance of her, despite her doing the exact same thing, might I add.” He said, raising a finger to point it at Karlach as if to emphasize his point. “We.. were sharing a moment in the Weave.” Karlach’s look of confusion indicated his need to explain so he did so, in respectful terms of what it meant to have that connection together. “After that, when she had seen I knew.. she was furious. I’d seen her that way in our youth and when she confronted Kagha... I didn’t expect it that night. She said something rather cruel and has left me to solitude and idle the days away. And I, for one, will not be the first to break the impasse.”

Karlach smirked and laid back on the grass. “Do you think your stubbornness might be a hinderance to you in this situation Gale? Respectfully, I mean.” Gale pursed his lips and his silence gave her answer. “Ah. Well. When the two of you decide to be adults and speak to one another, make sure I’m around to see it. Wouldn’t want to miss any of the fireworks.” Karlach turned her head to look at Gale now and her tone was sincere, “I appreciate you sharing this with me. It can’t be easy - you’re a tightly locked book, you know, and your secret’s safe with me.”

“Oh, good,” Gale said and snorted a bit, grinning, “I’d hate to add to Tav’s avoidance of me. If she knew I was telling you this.. well, I doubt she’d take kindly to it.”

Karlach scoffed, “Agreed. The two of you have that in common. Both so sure of yourselves and yet so afraid to be honest with each other. A hard truth, mate, but a truth all the same. You’d have thought you hated each other.”

Gale grimaced, “You have no idea how close to the truth you are.” With that, they let the silence drape over them and Karlach returned to skipping stones, the sounds of the breeze wafting through the leaves and birds song sending Gale into reverie.

***

“Will you travel with us?” Tav didn’t look up from her porridge, her voice tight and the companions froze expectantly - the question was directed at Gale and he paused, intaking his breath through his teeth. Twenty five days she had waited to speak a word to him.

“Suddenly in need of my help? How big of you, to swallow your pride. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Gale said in an almost sing-song voice and he heard Karlach snicker. Shadowheart’s mouth was agape and the rest looked at Tav, the glower she shot to Gale dripping with distaste.

“Will you travel with us, or not?” Tav said through gritted teeth, her eyes fixed on Gale’s.

He grew hot and his heart pounded wildly. It was the first time she looked at him since that night and he had forgotten how much it made him stir. Gale softened a bit, admiring the ferocity of her gaze, glancing down to her lips. She likely tasted of this mornings brew. Gale shook his head and glanced away, clearing his throat. “As you wish.”

With that Tav nodded curtly and stood, beginning to collect her gear. Shadowheart and Karlach scarfed down the rest of their breakfast, readying themselves for the day.

“Oh darling, I’m hurt,” Gale heard Astarion’s melodic voice waft through the air and he cringed, “I thought we had something special,” Astarion pouted at Tav. Gale had seen how close he and Tav had been as of late. It made Gale’s innards writhe and knot, making him sick to his stomach in a way he hadn’t felt in quite some time.

“Please just stay here,” he heard her say to Astarion - her voice was still kind despite her dismissal of him. Gale watched as Astarion squeezed her shoulder in an overtly familiar way, leaning down to whisper something in her ear and Astarion glanced at Gale. A slow, wolfish grin spread across Astarion’s lips as if in a challenge. As if he meant to goad him. Gale’s vision blurred, envy flaring its ugly head. Gale turned away to prepare for the day ahead.

#gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 brainrot #bg3 gale #god gale #baldurs gate 3 #gale #bg3 art #gale x tav #gale romance #baulders gate 3 #baldur's gate gale #baldur's gate 3

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vennilavee · 2 years ago

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v. ares & aphrodite

blood&pearls mlist

wc: 2.2k

summary: there is a dinner party at ryomen sukuna's shrine and you are invited.

warnings: active cannibalism

If the sea could open herself up and present the sky with her treasures hidden deep under unturned rocks and shimmering pearls, she would present only you in a rush of seafoam and roses. The sun would rise and set with each step you took, if it had the honor to see you emerge from the sea.

As you wander the halls of the shrine, you are unaware of the ravenous eyes on you with every quiet step you take. The walls are decorated with paintings and carvings of lines and shapes that are new to you. It is warm here but not uncomfortably so, despite the balmy heat from the sunlight filtering in through the windows.

“You look lovely,” Uraume says as they guide you towards the main dining area.

“Thank you,” you murmur, wringing your fingers together. Uraume looks pointedly at your hands and places a goblet of a clear liquid in your palms. It has no odor but you eye it suspiciously. Uraume nearly laughs at your hesitation.

“It’s sake. Lord Sukuna only has the finest of drinks here. Take a sip, if you’d like.”

You nod, continue to glide through the corridors of the demon king’s home, hoping to run into him soon. The fairies have informed you about sake and wine, and the effects it has on humans. You keep the cup at arm’s length as if it will bite you if you hold it close.

You are at the mercy of your own curiosity, but you remain cautious in the den of wolves.

Uraume walks with you as you roam the halls of your own volition. The ruby red is jarring when you remember how the palace halls in the sea looked. Dark greens and blues blending together to match the sea around you as if it was all one and the same.

You don’t think of the palace often these days. But sometimes, it comes in unwarranted bursts, like you are powerless to stop your own memories for a fleeting moment.

Letting your fingertips gently graze the walls, you sigh wistfully.

“For a demon king who despises humanity, Lord Sukuna certainly enjoys human made artifacts,” you muse, touching the molding of a grand tapestry that surely took years to produce. It is a painting of him sitting on a throne of fire and skulls, looking directly at you solemnly. As if the burden of turning the world to ash and fire sat on his shoulders.

“Despises humanity? You misunderstand-” Uraume cuts themselves off as a looming figure that can only be one Ryomen Sukuna emerges from the shadows.

“Sukuna,” you say in surprise, the breathlessness in your voice setting him on edge, “Hello.”

“What are you doing here, so far from the dining room?” he asks roughly but there is no ire in his eyes.

Uraume has left, but neither of you notice.

“I wanted… to see how the great demon king lives.”

“So you resort to sneaking around like a common criminal?”

“Criminal? Is that how you think of me?”

Sukuna says nothing, only allowing his lightning eyes to graze the way that your shimmering dress sits on your frame as if it was a second skin. Pearls lay daintily hidden in your tresses, as if to replace the heavy crown you would have surely worn in your dark hair had chosen to stay in the sea.

In an unbreakable trance, he reaches for you with heated fingertips and a burning gaze. Your eyelids flutter when he fixes one of the pearls in your hair that has gone astray, nearly falling out. He allows his hand to drift away from your hair and towards the curve of your jaw, pressing his thumb to your chin.

If he can hear the racing of your heart, Sukuna says nothing of it. He drinks you in- your half lidded eyes, the imperceptible parting of your lips and the way you stand in front of him. Wrapped up as a gift from the sea.

Sukuna’s eyes narrow slightly when you grip his wrist with your much tinier hand. You even rub a small circle on the skin there, as if to coax something out of him. Something born deep in the flames of desire that he refuses to admit to himself. Something it seems you already know.

Of course you do. He sneers at you, but it melts away with just one look to your dark eyes.

His thumb brushes over your lips, a sticky balm to your skin. When you gasp in surprise, he presses the digit past your lips and into the wet warmth of your mouth.

Sukuna groans out loud when your tongue rolls around on his thumb, your eyes growing wider at the sound. Your teeth scrape clumsily over the skin of his finger, but he doesn’t mind. Not when you look at him as if he’s carved this world with his own two hands. Not when you look like a shimmering angel standing in front of him, at his mercy.

You decide you wish to chase that sound. He pulls his finger out and brushes your lips once more before cradling your cheek in one hand. You lean into his touch, a fire in your belly beginning to set alight with each heated touch he presses upon you.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, “Come. We have a dinner party to attend.”

Sukuna is fully aware of the obvious stares that you garner as you walk in front of him and to your seat at the dinner table. The entire room goes silent, heads turning to stare down the girl who emerged from the sea as you set the entire room ablaze.

But you seem not to notice, or if you do, you show no acknowledgement of how the worst curses and curse users in existence leer at you with hungry eyes. You’ve learned a little bit about curses in your time spent at the pond. They don’t bother you, perhaps on Sukuna’s orders. All you know is that they are capable of chaos and they only respond to Sukuna.

You wordlessly take your seat next to him, keeping your head up high and showing no fear to the thirsty beasts surrounding you.

“Beautiful,” a beast with one eye says to you in a low voice.

“I cannot say the same,” you mumble, inspecting your food.

All Sukuna needs to do is send one heated glare to his dinner guests and they all fall silent immediately.

The curse users take a particular interest in you, asking you where you’ve come from. Wordlessly wondering why Sukuna has welcomed you to his shrine.

You have a general idea of why, but you decide to keep your lips sealed and not spill the demon king’s secret to his subjects. Instead, you give them a disarming smile and ask how they found Sukuna. You’ve never spoken to anyone besides your fellow sisters and brothers, pirates and sailors. It is different to be amongst what Sukuna tells you are curses, manifestations of energy that seem to be almost as human as actual humans.

They are enchanted by you, wide, greedy eyes drinking you in to quench something that cannot be. The energy twists and changes inside the dining room as you attract more and more attention and Sukuna laughs to himself in amusement.

Of course. You barely need to try to have these pathetic imbeciles at your feet, and yet you could drown them easily with wide eyes if you so chose.

Sukuna takes you away by the wrist from the bloodthirsty creatures and ignores you when you ask him where he is dragging you to. You receive no answer, only coming face-to-face with a colossal burgundy wooden door.

“So this is where the great demon king sleeps,” you murmur, letting your hands trail along the burgundy walls lined with gold trim. It’s as royal as a man like him desires for- the finest silk and satin and the warmest fur. Not that he needs it.

“Sleep? You think I require something as trivial as sleep?”

You glide around his colossal bedroom, taking in the weaponry and the trophies of his conquests. A broken sword, a chest with glittering rubies and diamonds laying haphazardly by the bed, a half made clay figure with his likeness to it…

Perhaps a last ditch offering for life.

“I suppose not. Though, perhaps sleep would make you less…irritable,” you reply with a smile. He scowls deeply at you.

The bed feels like a cloud when you rest your body upon it. You sigh happily and close your eyes, sinking into the ruby satin sheets. It is comfortable, but you miss the fresh dew of the grass by your favorite lemon tree. The lemon tree at the edge of the pond near the shrine with its leaves that cast shade on your heated skin and its bright yellow fruit.

Sometimes you take extra care when you are sunbathing by the lemon tree to savor the heat when you feel Sukuna’s eyes from afar. He takes in every movement of your limbs before disappearing back into the darkness. It has been an odd dance since you’ve made a home out of the pond- you catch him watching at strange hours of the day, only for him to vanish before you can call out to him.

On occasion, you’ve been surprised to see a full plate of freshly cut mangoes, peaches and peeled pomegranate awaiting you after your decadent afternoon nap. While these fruits were a delicacy to you before, now you have grown accustomed to the rich taste.

The bed dips slightly and you don’t have to open your eyes to feel the heat from Sukuna’s body. Like a moth to a flame, you draw yourself closer to him. His touch is gentle, despite the brute force that he has used to rip out the hearts of those who are doomed to it.

“You make this bed your home and yet you do not allow me a taste of you,” Sukuna muses. His hand remains on your arm, the other on your waist, heavy and fleeting. The satin shimmer of the dress is featherlight underneath his fingertips as he craves the warmth of your skin.

“Allow? I did not know that the lord Sukuna required permission from his subjects to take what he deems as his,” you reply airily.

Your laugh sounds like petals flowing into the water. He grunts an acknowledgement and caresses your bare shoulder, as if you might break if he presses too hard.

“You belong here,” he states, “Here in the shrine.”

“Is your pond not enough?” you reply, opening your eyes to meet the fire in his eyes with your own.

“I will not have these fools questioning your place to me,” Sukuna says, “I will have you.”

“Will you?” you whisper, threading your fingers through his, “Or do you have me already?”

His eyes narrow but you look away towards the windows, where the moonlight filters into his bedroom and the sound of the waves rolling to shore fills your ears. She stands regally in the sky, looking down on you almost in contempt.

Why have you chosen to leave your birthright? Why have you not chosen the sea I made for you?

Chosen.

Sukuna feels your eyes on him abruptly, staring at him as if trying to peer at his soul. You may have been successful, had you only tipped your chin upwards and parted your lips just an inch.

“You will stay here,” Sukuna says with nearly no room to counter.

“For just one night,” you reply softly, raising your fingers to touch the black markings on his face.

“That will do,” he agrees, removing your hand from his cheek, “I wish to show you something. Come.”

He does not offer his hand to you to help you off the bed.

He turns his back to you, opening the armoire where yet another chest is hidden at the back. It is ornate, framed with gems in colors you are still adjusting to and twinkling gold borders. Clearly, a chest fit for the finest treasures as deemed by Sukuna.

A beating, bloody heart sits in his hand, cradled delicately by the massive palms. A tiny little life sits in the center of his control to be easily crushed or allowed to bloom with a flick of his fingers. Your eyes widen, a funny little feeling floating around in your belly, especially when you see a rose tucked away in one of the vessels of the heart.

“This is from that white haired fool who was being so bothersome. I’ve retrieved this. For you.”

“Oh,” you reply unsurely, not wanting to upset him, “That’s lovely…”

You hold your own hands out to cradle the warm heart that is still fighting to live. Blood stains your fingers but you pay it no mind.

There are no words for you to say so you tuck the beating heart away in the chest that Sukuna had initially placed it in. Licking your fingers clean of the white haired man’s blood, you offer Sukuna a small smile.

“Help me with this, won’t you?”

tags: kentobean @misslovingpearl @aeanya @helenas-revenge @aboveasphodel

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x you #sukuna x you #jjk x reader

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