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yandere-daydreams · 3 years ago

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Title: Monomania.

Pairing: Yandere!Raiden Shogun x Reader (Genshin Impact).

Word Count: 1.4k.

TW: Imprisonment, Unhealthy Relationships, Controlling Behavior, Slight Psychological Abuse, Mentions of Death.

“Affection is the enemy of eternity.”

The cool floor pressed into your knees harshly, the bruising ache seeping up and into your calves, your thighs, but you kept your posture straight, your head bowed. “I understand, my lady.”

“Fondness is a distraction. It’s an excuse for weak men to grow weaker, for mortals to turn their eyes away from the cruelty of the world and wrap themselves in their own ignorance.”

You could hear her heels clicking against the wood of her raised dais. She was pacing - she had been since her shogunate dragged you down from your chambers and into her reception hall. “Of course, my lady.”

“It degrades the honor of good soldiers. It forces leaders to falter and fall to their own base impulses. It can cause nations to rot and crumble into nothing, if left unchecked.”

They hadn’t left. You could still feel their eyes boring into you from every entryway, every corridor, swords and spears brandished, ready to cut you down if you tried to act against her, if you tried to run. It was unnecessary. It’d been weeks since the last time you attempted to get away, and you'd never been so idiotic as to think yourself stronger than an archon. “I know, my lady. I remember your last lecture.”

“Then why are you still doing this to me?”

The clicking stopped. You deepened your bow, shut your eyes completely, and attempted to ignore the feeling of a new, more familiar pair of eyes burning into you. “I can only offer my sincerest apologies, my lady. It was not my intention to bring you any pain.”

She scoffed. “To my side. Now.”

You moved slowly, but surely. You’d learned not to give her any reason to think you were stalling, to believe you didn’t cherish every second you spent in her company, but you couldn’t seem to stop your feet from dragging, your body expressing the reflexive aversion she’d trained into you over the weeks, months you’ve spent in her palace, doing your best to tolerate both the apparent frustration she felt whenever you were in her presence and her refusal to let you travel any farther than her line of sight. You took your time climbing the short staircase, and when you reached her, when you were forced to lift your gaze from the floor to her stoic expression, utterly blanks save for the barest traces of irritation, she returned the favor, taking agonizing seconds to lower herself onto one of the flat cushions spotted over her dais, to gesture vaguely for you to do the same.

You used to think that she found your embarrassment amusing, that it entertained her to see you degraded into something more akin to her pet than her consort, but you’d quickly realized that such petty human pleasures were lost on her. There was no ill-intent in the way she pulled you into her lap, no malice in her touch as she wrapped her arm around your midriff and took to rubbing slow, idle circles into your hip. For what it was worth, her affection was genuine. When she ordered you to rest your head on her thighs while she received diplomats from Liyue and Snezhnaya, to spend hours under the aggressive care of make-up artists and tailors so you would be fit to hang off of her arm while she met with the delegates of each of her commissions, she did it out of sincere desire to keep you close to her, to always have you at arm’s length. It was selfish, but she didn’t seem to want to hurt you. Your comfort was not her first priority, but neither was your humiliation.

“It is… difficult for me to express these things. I’ve told you that as well, haven’t I?” You nodded, absentmindedly. If not with her words, then her actions, the near perpetual agitation she wore whenever you spoke to her, or touched her, or drew breath while she was in the same room. “I’m not used to feeling like this. I wasn’t crafted for this purpose. She only intended for me to look after Inazuma in her stead. The needs of a single mortal should be irrelevant.”

Ei, of course. You’d met her, once, when the Shogun didn’t seem to be quite herself. She’d been patient, if not kind, willing to explain the shortcomings of her doppelganger, even if there were some aspects of the Shogun she seemed reluctant to speak on. Occasionally, you’d look for her in the Shogun, those bright eyes, that slight smile, but rarely did you find her. She wasn’t your savior, only the least active of all your many captors.

“I find myself distracted, constantly. I have duties I must focus on, a nation to uphold, and yet, my thoughts continue to escape me. When you’re with me, I’m restless, and when you aren’t, I find the stillness unbearable. All I can think of is bringing you back.” Her touch drifted, her hand splaying out over your stomach. Your back pressed into her chest, her lips ghosting over the dip of your shoulder. “It’s infuriating. I’ve considered holding you accountable for it, but I fear stealing away my attention is not a crime punishable by death.”

Her admission fazed you less than you expected it to. Somehow, the idea that she’d plotted your execution felt like one of her lesser offenses, compared to everything else she’d put you through.

You waited for her to continue. When she failed to, you spoke up. “If I may make a suggestion?”

She hummed, her teeth ghosting over your skin as she responded. “You may.”

“I’m aware this idea may offend you,” You started, attempting to tread lightly, stitching your words together as carefully as you possibly could. “But, it might be beneficial to both of us if you sent me away.”

You felt her posture tense, her pointed nails scrape over your stomach. “What do you mean?”

“Distance may help to clear your mind, and I don’t have to go far.” You had to struggle to hide your enthusiasm, to mold your excitement into meekness. You didn’t fight against her, didn’t try to free yourself – leaning into her, instead, bringing your hands up to rest on her forearm. You doubted she’d care, she’d never strived after your approval before, but you wanted to appeal to her ego, to play yearning lover and hope that her pride convinced her of what you couldn’t. “Only to another island, or another city. If I leave your palace, it may be easier for you to focus on Inazuma’s well-being. It may hurt, at first, and I understand that relocation may inconvenience you, but—”

“That won’t do.”

Simple, blunt, brutal. You could feel it in the back of your throat, the core of your chest, as if she’d pried through flesh and bone only to take hold of your heart and squeeze. You didn’t collapse, didn’t cry out, but you went still in her hold, allowed her to cup your cheek and tilt your head back, to kiss your forehead, both gestures carried out more gently than you thought her capable of. “Distance sparks paranoia, and paranoia will only ever lead to downfall. Distance isn’t the answer.” You opened your mouth, but you didn’t have time to spit anything out. She was already going on, already feeding into her own twisted logic. “No, I need to bring you closer. I’ve let your leash out too far. You’ve been allowed to stray from my side, and thus, my thoughts have been allowed to wander after you.”

Your grip tightened around her arm. You didn’t resort to anything desperate, didn’t claw at her porcelain skin or attempt to scratch out her glassy eyes, but you were close. The idea was more tempting than you would’ve been willing to admit. “My lady, I must disagree—”

“It is final. Your belongings will be moved to my personal chambers. I’ll have your handmaidens align your schedule with mine – no, actually, I’ll do it myself. This transition has to be treated with the utmost care.” She rose, abruptly, working her free arm under your bend knees and taking you with her. “This should’ve occurred to me sooner. I must’ve been blinded by my own inflexibility. I can only regret how my inefficiency must’ve suffered for it.”

Another kiss to the top of your head, almost eager, almost giddy.

“I don’t know why I ever let you leave my side. I won’t be so foolish again, in the future.”

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Yeosang let out an excited yet nervous giggle as his lover grabbed a hold of his shirt and proceeded to drag him over to the bed, where she then had him lay down on it.

"Baby? What are you doing?" He asked as her hands began to caress him through his shirt, lifting it up enough so that his belly button could be seen.

"I saw your two most recent performances Sangie. And I gotta say.... I was more than impressed."

Her fingers nimbly undid the buttons of his shirt, opening it up to expose his hard and solid abs that she had gotten a peek at while watching his fancam. She let out a soft purr as her index finger traced each and every one of the lines across his stomach.

"Is this why you didn't want me to take off your shirt all these months that passed? Because you were hiding these?"

Yeosang hummed lowly as he felt her ran her hands all over his chest, thumbs lightly tweaking at his nipples which had him barely shuddering. He was already getting aroused as he pondered over what was going to come. He knew he was definitely in for something wild since she was wearing his favorite red lacy lingerie set that she only reserved for very special occasions. He always felt his breath being taken away whenever she surprised him by wearing such a scandalous choice of attire.

"I wanted it to be a surprise. I worked extra hard to get in shape to look good." He admitted, a light pink tint forming on his cheeks.

Y/N smiled sweetly at him, her fingers brushing against the tent that was building up inside his pants.

"Oh really? Look good for who exactly? For atiny?"

Yeosang mumbled out a needy whine once she pressed down on his bulge, nails digging into the fabric of his pants and raking slowly at the outline of his length.

"Y-yes b-but mostly for..." He bit down at his lip, feeling shy and embarrassing about finishing that sentence.

Y/N gave out a little click of her tongue before beginning to unzip him. Yeosang lifted his hips to help make it easier for her to get his pants off him. Running her hands over his thick thighs, Y/N hovered her mouth over his clothed dick, staring up at him intently.

"Mostly for whom exactly?"

Opening her mouth, she moaned around Yeosang's tent as she wrapped her lips around his balls, using her teeth to slightly press down on them. Yeosang gasped out an 'oh!' when he felt her hot breath so near him.

"For m-mommy. I wanted to look good for you mommy." He confessed, lifting himself up on his elbows to watch more closely what'd she do next.

Giggling darkly at him, Y/N climbed on top of him, her ass pressing itself down on his dick while her hands cupped his shoulders, caressing his soft and smooth skin. Yeosang closed his eyes as her hand came up his neck to cup his jaw. As if it was instinct, he parted his lips when her thumb grazed across his lower lip, taking it in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

"My pretty prince wanted to look good for me? How cute."

When her index and middle finger came up, Yeosang didn't hesitate to take them into his mouth as well, generously giving them light suckles and not complaining when inch by inch, they went further into his mouth, nearly making him gag when they went all the way inside.

"You're already looking so good for me Sangie. You're so beautiful, so handsome. You really didn't have to go through all this just for me."

Yeosang let out a disappointed whimper when she retracted her hands, a thin line of saliva breaking apart when she pulled away too far. His bottom lip poked out like a child being refused their favorite candy. Y/N began cooing at him, her fingers smearing some of his leftover spit onto his chin.

"What's wrong my baby boy?"

Making his eyes go as big as they could, Yeosang huffed softly as he began rutting his dick on her ass cheeks.

"I wanna taste mommy. I've been craving her pussy for some time."

Awing at him, Y/N guided him to lay his head back on the pillow. Yeosang eagerly watched in anticipation as she peeled the lace fabric down her legs, holding it up against his face in a teasing motion. He inhaled deeply when he felt the wet patch hit against his nose, the scent already making his head spin. Throwing her panties onto the dresser next to the bed, followed soon after by her matching bra, Y/N placed herself on top of Yeosang's face, her thighs resting on each sides of his cheeks. Yeosang stared unashamedly at her wet folds, tongue poking out in expectation of getting to eat out his favorite sweet. Slowly, Y/N sank herself onto his pretty face, moaning loudly when his mouth latched onto her heat, making no movement until she told him to, just as she had trained him to.

"Ok babyboy. Do your thing."

Yeosang's tongue dipped inside her hole, a light trickle of her arousal falling into his mouth which he savoured gratefully before swallowing it. He took his time as he began to nip all along her slit, sometimes laying his tongue flat against it before licking all the way up to her clit. Yeosang closed his eyes and just fully submerged himself into succulent taste of her core, drinking up her liquids as if it were the most delectable nectar he had ever had the pleasure to feast upon. Yeosang let out a smile of content when he felt his lover's hips start to grind against his face, mewls and blissful sighs gracing his ears, a sign the receiver was enjoying the oral ministrations being bestowed upon her intimate parts.

"You're doing such a good job at eating me out my darling. You're such a good boy for mommy."

Yeosang moaned out in appreciation at hearing being complimented so lovingly. Although he was always shy at being spoiled by kind words being spoken to and about him, he couldn't deny it made his pride puff up a little when his beautiful girlfriend indulged him by calling him her good little boy or baby boy. His hands gripped onto the back of her thighs and pulled her further into his face, not minding whatsoever having half of his oxygen being cut off as long as her honey like pussy was smothering him whole. The veins on his hands and arms began to become more visible the harder he gripped at her skin, forcing her to grind harder against him so his tongue could lap up more of her secretions. Y/N reached out to grip onto the headboard in front of her, loud gasps pouring out as she had never had Yeosang practically use her to face fuck himself like that, usually she'd be the one taking the initiative. But it seemed at that moment she was simply just his little toy, or candy bar, for him to enjoy as he wanted.

"Oh! Oh-fuck Yeosang! That feels so good! You're going to make mommy cum that way."

Yeosang's dick twitched inside his boxers at the thought of having her cum pour down his throat, his mouth sucking with ferocity at her clit as he continued his assault on her core, muffled grunts barely audible as he worked his tongue to bring her into a state of ecstasy.

"Shit! Sangie!"

Her thighs clenched around his skull, squeezing his face hard as her juices rushed out of her core and smeared all over his face. Yeosang happily gulped down as much as he could, moaning against her folds to help further heighten the sensation of her high. When Y/N pulled away from his face, Yeosang panted softly for air, the sides of his cheeks and nose glistening from the remnants of her cum. Looking up at her, he began to snicker rather cutely.

"I look the prettiest after mommy made me a mess." He wiped some of the cum out of the corners of his lips with his tongue, smirking up at her.

Bending down, Y/N proceeded to lick some of her cum off his face, dragging her tongue all the way into his mouth where she then let him closed her lips over his, enveloping them in a sweet and most sincerest kiss. Yeosang completely melted under her when her fingers ran themselves through his soft and wavy black locks. He let her take absolute control of the kiss, letting her tongue dance around his, fully enraptured by each movement of her wet muscle. He was so lost into the kiss, he was not prepared to have her pull away just as he began craving more. Turning a bit selfish, one of his hands went to the back of her head, rushing to pull her back in, but Y/N was just as fast. Pressing a finger to his lips, she tsked at his behavior.

"Sangie you were doing so good for me so far, don't start acting out just yet ok?"

The way the corners of his lips curled up into a sly smile, Y/N knew he was contemplating disobeying her orders. Although in any other circumstances she would have hoped for him to disobey just to have him ass up, face hidden in the pillows and hands tied behind his back, she was in a different mood that evening. A mood that required her precious baby to be on his best behavior so she could pamper him as she wanted to.

"Don't Yeosang. I had something prepared for you tonight and you won't get to find out about it if you choose to be bad."

The way his eyes lit up at her comment had her holding back from pinching his cheeks or booping his nose.

"What is it?" He asked, full of curiosity and eager to know.

Pressing a small peck on his lips, she got off the bed and went over to one of her dressers, opening it up and taking out something that Yeosang couldn't quite see since she had put them behind her back. Standing at the foot of the bed, she then held her hands out to show Yeosang what she had in them:

A can of whipped cream and a bottle of chocolate drizzle.

"What-what are they for?" Although he had a hunch of what they were for, he still wanted to hear her plan.

"Well Yeosangie, you had your dessert tonight..."

She paused so that she could climb on top of him again, settling herself on top of his thighs.

"Now it's my turn."

Popping the cap off the bottle, she turned it upside down and let a few drops fall onto Yeosang's chest. His muscles flinched slightly when they felt the substance splatter all over them. Placing the bottle to the side, Y/N leaned down, tongue stuck out and eyes locked on the pair of dark orbs looking at her with anticipation of what she would do next. Sending him a playful wink, she began to lick off the chocolate syrup on his skin. Yeosang fought back a fit of giggles threatening to escape his mouth, hands gripping the blanket underneath in an effort to keep himself from squirming.

"You ok baby boy?" Y/N asked as she chuckled softly.

"Yeah just- it tickles a little. But it feels good." He urged her to keep going.

Taking the bottle again, Y/N drizzled his firm and toned abs generously, coating them and even making random shapes on it. Feeling satisfied, she dove back in and began slurping up the sweetened syrup off his luscious abs, feeling proud when her ears became blessed at hearing Yeosang's hushed out moans. She could feel him tense up under her touch as he tried, but ultimately failed in not rutting his clothed erection against her ass. Wanting to tease him just a bit, she rolled her hips against him, the leftover slick from her last orgasm and the new slick building up starting to make a wet patch against his boxers.

Yeosang couldn't stop biting and licking at his lips as he stared at Y/N's tongue cleaning up the mess she made on his body. He was thoroughly enjoying being eaten up by her warm, hot mouth. And he was elated to know his efforts paid off, that she enjoyed the sight of seeing his new fit body. After all, he had worked out just for her, to hear her praise him and tell him how pretty and gorgeous he was. He absolutely adored having her tell him such things. As if reading his mind, Y/N began to moan in ecstasy along his abs.

"You were already so breathtaking babyboy, but now-" She sucked in a breath before sinking her teeth into the patch of skin just above the waistband of his boxers.

"You're so fucking sexy. It kinda makes me be selfish and not let anyone else see your beauty."

Scoffing softly, she placed more open mouth kisses along the area of his belly button.

"Not like they can appreciate it like I can."

Letting out an indignant huff, she popped open the bottle again and crept her face close to Yeosang's.

"Open up that pretty mouth of yours babyboy."

Obedient to her, Yeosang opened his mouth. Placing some of the chocolate syrup on her tongue, she carefully brought it over towards Yeosang's lips. Getting the hint, he took her tongue inside his mouth, sucking off the delicious treat and letting it run down his throat. When he was done, Y/N licked off the tiny droplets that had accidentally fallen on his chin and cheek.

"How was that my Sangie?" She asked as her nose nuzzled against his.

"Sweet, delicious. But nothing compares to mommy's pussy." He had a cheeky grin on his features as he answered her.

Trying to hide the blush threatening to form on her cheeks, Y/N got off him.

"I think there's something even better than that."

Locking eyes at him, she wrapped her fingers on the waistband of his briefs before slipping them off him, his cock finally making an appearance. It stood firmly erect, tip leaking and red, crying out to be touched and played with in any form its owner deemed fit. No matter how many times she sucked, jerked or fucked it, Y/N could never stop becoming surprised with Yeosang's size. He was well beyond average and had a more than nice girth to him. Even if she wrapped both of her hands along it starting from the base, they weren't enough to cover all the way up to the head. And she loved it, loved her boyfriends monster cock. It was the one part of him no one could ever see and that she would never share. His dick belonged to her and was solely hers, even Yeosang said it himself many times.

Brushing her fingers against it, she picked it up and began running her thumb against the slit.

"You're so big babyboy. My good little boy isn't so little."

Yeosang began bucking his hips further into her hand. There was nothing he loved more than seeing her hand around his dick, loved having her jerk him off so much. Although he would definitely never turn down the opportunity to fuck her mouth, he just preferred having her give him one of those handjobs that drove him wild. Nothing compared to it.......

Except of course, having both hands wrapped around him.

"You like my big, fat cock so much mommy?" Yeosang smirked up at her.

"I fucking love it. Love how big my babyboy is."

Yeosang let out a half pained whine when she squeezed a little too hard around him, his body threatening to be pushed into an early orgasm by that action alone.

"Oh-fuck! Please keep doing that." Yeosang muttered out.

Y/N hummed softly, hand still pumping him slowly. With a taunting look, she let go of his dick, letting it fall hard against his stomach. Yeosang began writhing around, emitting low whimpers and immediately reaching over to grab Y/N's hand so he could place her hand back where he needed her the most. She however slapped his hand away.

"Naughty naughty boy. Where did your manners go?" She chastised him.

Poking out his bottom lip, Yeosang stroked himself with two of his fingers.

"I'm sorry mommy. But it-it hurts. I want to cum." He fretted as his hand cupped his balls, fondling them amply.

His self pleasure was interrupted as Y/N pushed his hand away.

"I don't remember giving you permission to touch yourself babyboy. Remember what I told you. It might be your cock, but it still belongs to me. Not even you can touch it without asking me first."

Yeosang immediately nodded, not wanting to get his love angry and further deny him his so desperately craved orgasm.

"Y-yes mommy. I'm sorry. I was being selfish." He admitted his fault, praying it would help in her taking pity on him and letting him off the hook.

It worked as Y/N's former scowl was replaced by an doting look on her boyfriend. Patting his thigh twice, she was satisfied to see him obey her and spread his legs out for her so she could place herself in between them.

"Besides my precious baby, I'm not done eating my dessert. I'm just getting to the best part."

The long forgotten whipped cream can was now in her hand, being shaken up and prepared to be used. Positioning the nozzle against the thick mushroom head of his dick, Y/N squirted some of the cream and coated the tip. Yeosang had his hands rested flat against the mattress to keep him steady and from moving so as to not spill anything off him. When Y/N wrapped her lips around his tip, he let his head fall back onto the pillow. His eyes shut tight and teeth clenches tight as she sucked off the creamy confection of him.

"Mmmm. You taste so good babyboy."

This time Y/N coated along his balls, making two medium sized puffs on each of them. Just as she did the tip, she closed her lips over them and ate it off him, some of the whipped cream staining the tip of her nose. Even after she had cleaned him of the cream, she held one of his balls inside her mouth, tongue swirling around the underside of it while simultaneously sucking onto it. The more she applied pressure with her mouth, the more Yeosang squirmed under her, spewing out heavy breaths and low hissing noises. Letting go of his ball with a loud 'pop', she lastly drew a long strip of whipped cream all across his shaft.

"If only we could taste yourself Sangie."

As if the scene couldn't get more dirty, Y/N surprised him when she suddenly took hold of his cock with both of her hands. Yeosang widened his eyes as he watched her pump his dick, smearing the whipped cream all over him, which served as a makeshift lube so her hands slid more easily along him.

"Oh fuck- I'm not gonna-"

Yeosang couldn't even say anymore as he became a stuttering mess, thighs shaking as he felt his high fast approaching. Seeing his favorite image of Y/N's hands jerking him off, topped off with all the cream that covered most of his dick, was sending him spiraling like lighting. Wanting to make an even bigger mess of him, Y/N pressed her bare chest against his tip.

"Cum all over my tits babyboy. Make a mess all over me so I can clean it up."

Back arching and toes curling, Yeosang began spilling his thick load all over her breasts, some of it also trickling down his cream covered cock and tiny dots falling on his inner thighs. His hips furiously rutted themselves up against her hand, fucking himself even harder in an effort to ride out his high, almost as if he was in heat and not in control and his movements.

"Fuck!" He cursed out when his body finally stilled against the bed.

His upper body was just a mess as his lower half. His eyes were shot wide open, his mouth agape as he took slow and intense breaths to calm down his heartbeat, sweat was already dripping down the sides of his neck, and his chest was moving up and down due to his labored breathing. Taking a peek at how bad it was underneath him, he reddened as he caught Y/N's lustful gaze.

"My my, look what a mess you made you dirty little boy."

Taking her hands off his softening dick, Y/N ran them all over her chest, effectively covering her tits with the mixture of cream and cum that was left on them, and then running them down to her stomach. Whatever was left over, she licked it off her hands, wiping them clean before she stooped her face down once more and began cleaning up the mess all over Yeosang's lower body. Starting at his thighs, then going up to his abs, then finally ending when she began licking up all the cum and whipped cream off his dick, which was slowly but surely starting to get hard once again, returning to its full and thick size.

"Oh. Someone is excited again."

Yeosang laughed slightly.

"Can't help it. Mommy just riles me up so much." Even Yeosang found it amusing and interesting how he could become so horny so fast by even the simplest of things Y/N did to him.

"Oh is that so? Maybe I should fix the problems I caused."

Wiggling her eyebrows at him, she lined herself up on his cock, gliding the tip along her slit and even slapping it against her throbbing clit. She didn't mean to sink herself so roughly down onto him, but her pussy was aching to be filled up, and Yeosang filled her up more than nicely, his girth tearing her folds open and stretching her out so wide. She could feel every vein and ridge against her walls and it was the most delightful burn she could feel. Eyes peering down at Yeosang, she gave him a sadistic grin, not giving him time to prepare as she began bouncing herself on him. His hands came up to hold onto her hips, fingers digging so hard into her skin they would leave tiny purple prints on them for sure.

"Please mommy! T-too much!" Yeosang began crying out, his eyes becoming glassy with tears.

"Come on babyboy. You know you can take it. You're a good boy who can take me fucking myself on your cock."

Her hands rested themselves on the bed to hold her in place as she grinded her hips down onto him, his balls getting semi squished under her ass. Yeosang began to whimper rather pathetically under her body, another orgasm beginning to form in the pit of his stomach. Y/N watched his struggle with amusement.

"See babyboy? This is why your cock belongs to me and I decide what can be done with it. You have a huge cock yet don't know how to use it, I always have to fuck it for both of us, you wouldn't know what to do to get yourself off."

Yeosang scrunched his eyes, tears rolling down his temples as his body trembled violently under her.

"Y-yes mommy! I don't know-" He let out a choked moan.

"I know something you can and know how to do well Sangie."

Slowing down her pace just enough to be able to make him sit up, Y/N grabbed the back of his hair and pulled it harshly, making sure he looked into her eyes.

"Clean me up Sangie, I know you're dying to taste me."

Yeosang didn't need to be told twice as he buried his face into her chest and began nipping off the leftover cream and cum off her breasts, lewd and sloppy slurping noises being exuded out of him. He gave each of her nipples a generous suck, even biting down on them enough to leave tiny teeth marks embedded on them. Yeosang's mouth latched onto her tits while she rocked herself back and forth on his massive cock had Y/N scratching along his back.

"Oh fuck! Yeosangie I'm going to cum! Your cock is going to make me cum!" She cried out.

Taking ahold of her hips, Yeosang helped her continue to bounce on his cock as they both came at the same time, their juices mixing with one another. Drawled out moans and jabbered cusses filled the room, along with the squealching sounds of their sticky and sweaty bodies being connected. As they were coming down from their intense high, Yeosang wrapped his arms around her, holding her so close he could nearly take the breath out of her. He pressed his face against her neck, nuzzling his neck in it as he began rambling something incoherent. Kissing his birthmark, Y/N began stroking the patch of hair which she had previously yanked on.

"You ok babyboy?"

Yeosang could only groan out a response as he buried his face deeper in her neck, lips dragging themselves along the side of it, inhaling her after sex scent that he was drawn towards.

"I'm going to go run us a bath."

As soon as he felt her pulling away, Yeosang used his strength to tighten his grip around her, making her fall back onto him as he dropped down on the bed as he refused to let her go or let her pull out of him, which actually had her laughing.

"You clingy baby, how am I supposed to get us cleaned up if you refuse to let me get up?"

Shaking his head, Yeosang began to slightly purr.

"What's the point if we're going to make a mess once more?" He questioned.

"Make a mess once more? And who says we are?"

Y/N squealed when Yeosang flipped them over and placed her legs over his shoulders. Wrapping his arms around her legs and making a point to flex his biceps, Yeosang placed a kiss on one of them before smirking down at her.

"Who says we aren't?"

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unhealthyfanobsession · 3 years ago

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jealous cassian but this time instead of competing with high lords and sons of high lords what if it's a general from another court... this general could also be a lover of romance books and sweets ;)

I had a lot of fun with this one and I may have fallen a little bit in love with my own OC 🤷‍♀️

Nesta Archeron was not a force of nature. People loved to describe strong women as forces of nature, but that wasn’t her. That was Feyre. Feyre was brash and wild and unpredictable as a tsunami or an avalanche.

Nesta Archeron was a collection of cosmic power held tight and controlled beneath iron thick magic-infused skin.

Which made her an amazing general. All of that power and her amazing control. That was what was required to lead a legion.

Contrary to popular belief, Cassian was not a wild thing. He was not a good general because he was wild and elemental. He was a good general because he was in control. Because he woke up every morning and he didn’t flash his siphons around and try to beat anyone into submission. He trained. He fought. He lead by example. He flew at the head of his legions. He showed them the he was the best.

Mates were equals. It should have surprised no one that Nesta wanted to raise an army.

And she did. Oh she did. Nesta Archeron went to every court in Prythian and she picked up women who wanted to fight. She went down into the Court of Nightmares and took any women who wanted to fight with her. Freed them. Liberated them. Nesta planned on a small unit of females. By the time she was done she commanded thousands. It was the second largest military force in Prythian. Right after the Illyrians. Which was a nightly topic of debate. When she would surpass him. Cassian would be pissed if it happened sooner than a century.

Nesta was determined to make it happen by the end of the decade. Which was why she had set up this meeting with the new general of Spring.

“General,” the tall, pale man inclined his head, light brown hair falling over his brow as he did. “General,” he said it again, inclining his head in Cassian’s direction now. Lips tipping up in an amused smile and pale blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “To what do I owe the pleasure of having you both here?”

Nesta adjusted the knife strap around her thigh and moved into the room ahead of both males. “Cassian has decided to high-jack my meeting because he is intimidated by my success. His official reason, however, is that you are new and he comes to speak on behalf of the Night Court. To ensure that your goals are aligned.”

“Hmm, and you?” The general pulled out a chair at the head of the table and gestured for Nesta to take it. His breath tickled her neck as he leaned in to push the chair in after she sat. “What are your interests, Nesta Archeron.”

“Romance novels and chocolate cake, mostly.” Cassian laughed.

“Good taste,” the general smiled. “Hadley Minn?” a well-know romance novelist from Dawn. Sweet stories of proper young ladies falling in love and having missionary sex.

Nesta smiled just a little. “Sellyn Drake.”

He whistled low under his breath. “I like your style, Archeron.”

Cassian’s eyebrows drew together as he watched this male look over Nesta with a new type of appreciation.

“My name is Malakai.” The general reached his hand out first to Nesta, holding on a little too long and then to Cassian. Who squeezed his hand harder than necessary. The general just smiled broadly. “Call me Kai.”

“Well Kai,” Cassian leaned back in his chair, wings spreading out behind him. “What can you tell me about the Spring Court’s forces now that your court has got its army together enough to have a general?”

Kai just kept smiling. Kind and open. “And what would you tell me about your forces, if asked?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Cassian admitted.

“So no disrespect general, but…”

“I told him this was pointless,” Nesta rolled her eyes. “I, on the other hand, have something of actual use to discuss with you.”

“Happy to be of service,” the Spring general winked.

Cassian tensed up in his chair. arms crossing over each other and face going stone hard.

“Excellent. Now, I know your High Lord is a chauvinist, but I’d like to start by asking if you are too, because that will determine how I approach this conversation.”

The air tensed for a second. Cassian prepared to jump in between his mate and this male. Insulting someone’s High Lord… he’d be surprised if the male managed to just kick her out and not attack like a feral animal.

“Is she always this direct?” Kai’s smile never faltered. Not for a second.

“Talking to him instead of me answers that question,” Nesta muttered. “So, here’s what you’re going to-”

“I did not mean to offend you, General. I assure you it is my sincerest belief that females are just as militarily capable as males.”

Nesta narrowed her eyes. “So you plan to train females along with males in your new army?”

“Of course I do,” Kai shrugged. “Who would be stupid enough to give up half their military power because of their sex?”

“Spring is a small court,” Cassian said. “You only have one army. It gets more complicated when there are several. In the larger territories.”

“I see.”

“What he means to say is that significant parts of the Autumn, Night, Day, and Winter courts do not train their females to fight. Their main armies might, but different territories in the courts run that way. And actually Night and Autumn even their main armies don’t train females.” Nesta glared at her mate.

“They do now.” Cassian sighed, not needing to be reminded how long it took to reach this point.

“Ah,” Kai nodded, “you’re here to see if I planned to train the females and to take them with you in your liberation march if I said no.”

“I run an army that trains those other courts reject.”

“So I have heard, an extraordinary feat from an extraordinary woman.” His teeth glittered as he smiled, eyes entirely focused on Nesta. “I know you have your reasons for distrusting my High Lord, but he is trying. Trying to return this court to what it once was. I’m a part of that. Our army will train anyone who wants to fight. And it will protect the human/Fae border.”

Nesta blinked. That was…

“I fought in the war,” Kai nodded to Cassian. “I always admired how you fought at the front of your legions, General. You are the legend everyone claims you to be, but I have to admit…” He turned to face Nesta. “I accepted this meeting so that I could meet you.”

Cassian growled low in his throat. “How does this keep happening?” He muttered under his breath, low enough for Nesta to hear but not Kai. Cassian loved Nesta with his entire being. Heart, body, and soul. The problem was that, apparently, so did every other male in Prythian.

Nesta smirked, subtly reaching her foot out under the table to kick him in the shin for being a possessive brute.

“I met with Eris Vanserra last week. He commands Autumn’s armies.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Cassian said that one loud enough for Nesta and Kai to hear.

“I mentioned I was meeting with you. I knew about your army, of course. But I asked him what to expect meeting you. And instead of answering he told me what you said in the High Lord’s meeting. About humans. I’m pretty sure his point was that I should prepare myself if I was trying to go up against a female who paused seven High Lords in their tracks, but… it is rare to meet a Fae who cares about humans. Truly cares.”

“Well I was one.” Nesta stared forward, unsure where this conversation was going.

“I know. Cauldron born. Phenomenal cosmic powers. Ability to bring us all to our knees if you wanted to. But instead you choose to defend humans and make an army of Fae the courts have cast off.”

“Nes knows how amazing she is,” Cassian cut in. Two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. “Could you get to the point please?”

“I want to work with you.” Kai said, point blank, staring at Nesta.

“I bet you do,” Cassian muttered.

“I have my own army, general. I’m not interested in working for anyone else.”

“Not for. With. I want… my forces are beaten down. Their morale is weak. Faith is low. I… you brought the High Lords to heel and you started an army from nothing. I’d like your advice.”

Nesta swallowed. She’d accomplished amazing things. So many amazing things, but still… no one had ever asked her for advice. Help. Expertise. She was the novice. She… he wanted her help.

“My army is from all over Prythian,” Nesta said. “We train in the Night Court because the territory is massive and that’s my home, but… Spring doesn’t have the manpower to protect that border. Convince Tamlin to let me bring in some of my warriors to protect the human border and I’ll help you with whatever you want.”

“Deal,” Kai smiled, reaching out his hand.

Nesta shook it.

Later, after they took off and she was wrapped up in Cassian’s arms as they flew back to Velaris, her mate was stone faced once again.

“I swear to the mother, Nes, if he proposes to you I’m going to make what Feyre did to the Spring Court look like a Sunday walk along the fucking Sidra.”

#nessian #nesta archeron #nessian fanfiction #acosf #cassian #nesta and cassian #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #acotar

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dudeandduchess · 4 years ago

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Yakuza!Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Sugar and Spice (Mafia!AU, NSFW Series) [Chapter 1]

Summary: Kyōjurō and (Y/n) meet at a party, only to find out that their lives would change forever— since they had been arranged to be married. To make matters even more difficult for them, they were from two different walks of life, with (Y/n) being the Prime Minister’s daughter, and Kyōjurō being the heir to his clan’s Yakuza group.

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Teasing, Dirty Talking

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

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Hot and heavy breaths meshed together in hefty puffs, as needy hands traced every contour of (Y/n)’s body beneath her dress. She felt fingers digging into her left thigh, and a few others pushing her panties aside— just so they could trace up her wet slit, before toying with her sensitive clit.

A gasp of pleasure escaped her mouth then, which was soon followed by another needy kiss from her partner— a cute blond that had been eyeing her from across the party that they had been at. He was so smooth with his words, and that laugh of his felt like it had melted her panties right off earlier— so it didn’t take long for her to give in and follow him up to an empty room on the second floor of the mansion.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby,” The man rasped against her mouth, before nipping at her bottom lip and tugging on it lightly; which caused a tingle to shoot up her spine. “You better remember my name, baby, since it’s the one that you’ll be screaming until morning.”

That had (Y/n) opening her eyes a little, feeling her snarky attitude come to her with some clarity, since she didn’t even have a clue as to what his name was.

However, she was beaten to the punch when the blond pressed a light kiss to the corner of her lips, before trailing kisses down her jaw— eventually biting down on her neck, which had her moaning. Especially since he had partnered that bite with his fingers pinching her clit.

“Kyōjurō. Rengoku Kyōjurō. Say it for me, baby.”

“Kyōjurō,” (Y/n) gasped out, inadvertently arching her chest up into him when he began tugging on her clit. And, as if that wasn’t already overwhelming enough, he slid his fingers down to her entrance and began to push a finger inside her— groaning at how tight and wet she was because of him; for him.

She was so blissed out by his actions that it hadn’t sunk in that she was laying in bed with the next heir of the Rengoku Group— the biggest Yakuza clan in the Kanto region. And, little did she know, that her negligence was going to come back to bite her in the ass sooner rather than later.

The blond then curled his finger up against her g-spot, watching (Y/n)’s face as it twisted up in pleasure— as one of her hands reached down to grab hold of his wrist.

Instead of getting offended, a smirk crawled up onto his lips as he pulled his finger back from inside her; all so he could add in another digit. That motion had her moaning aloud, with her hips bucking up into his hand; which more than stroked his ego, and made his cock throb even harder in his pants.

“You like my fingers inside you, baby?” Kyōjurō cooed, smirking all the while, as he kept on with thrusting his digits up against her g-spot. “Just wait until it’s my cock fucking that cute little pussy of yours.”

However, before Kyōjurō could even take his free hand and unzip his pants, his phone began vibrating in his back pocket— making him click his tongue in irritation, as he regretfully looked down at his flushed bed partner.

He knew full well who she was, which had surprised him when she had accepted his less than subtle advances throughout the night. He had always thought that she was a goody two shoes, what with her steering clear of any unsavory headlines— since her father was the current Prime Minister of the country; but it appeared that he shouldn’t have judged her so quickly.

Regretfully, he sat back up on his haunches, gently taking his fingers out of her cunt and bringing them up to his lips to lick them clean— which had (Y/n)’s eyes widening in surprise and arousal at the sight.

In turn, he gave her a big grin, as well as a cheeky wink, before fishing his phone from his back pocket. “This better be important.”

The young woman took that phone call as a sign that their little rendezvous was coming to a close, albeit with neither of them being remotely close to orgasming. It was frustrating as hell, but it couldn’t be helped— since she also knew what it was like to have priorities other than your own pleasures.

So, gingerly, she sat up on the bed and swung her legs off the side of it— making sure to avoid hitting the man that had been pleasuring her a mere few seconds before. But, before she could get up and dismiss herself, she felt his hand on her thigh— as he leaned in to brush a kiss against her lips; one that began as a soft and light one, that gradually delved into something deeper; his tongue snaking into her mouth and coaxing hers out to play.

That was, until she overheard the words “boss” and “group” coming from the phone that was still pressed to his ear.

And it was only then that it came crashing down on her: her bed partner wasn’t just any normal, handsome man. He was far more dangerous than that, and she wanted to kick herself for not realizing it any sooner.

Because if she got caught with him, it would spell such a huge scandal for her father. He could potentially lose his job, all because she had been too neglectful.

Cold fear washed over her then, and she immediately jerked herself away from him— even slapping his hand off of her thigh— which obviously irked Kyōjurō; judging by the way that his eyebrows furrowed together, as he pinned her beneath his fiery gaze.

(Y/n) wasted no time then, not even giving him another glance as she got up off the bed and quickly slipped her shoes on; chalking the night up as some fever dream that she never wanted to revisit again.

As much as she hated judging others right off the bat, the Rengoku Group’s reputation was notorious enough to land her on the front page of a tabloid— or worse, a gossip rag. And that was the last thing that she wanted to happen, as she had worked so hard to keep her image so squeaky clean that she appeared so boring to the media.

It was the consequence of having a father who ran an entire country, after all.

The moment the door closed, however, Kyōjurō felt irritation bubbling up within him; something predatory in him being stirred up— especially at the memory of her slapping his hand away.

Still, he kept on listening to his father’s secretary— whom had kept on prattling about useless things, which shortened his fuse even more.

Normally, he would have been very indulgent, but being shut down the way he had been was making him feel less than lenient. “Can you get to the point, Matsutaka?”

“I- yes, sir!” The other man all but squeaked at Kyōjurō’s curt tone, before continuing, “The boss is summoning you tomorrow at seven in the morning; so you can meet your omiai partner.”

The blond couldn’t help but feel fed up at the news, even though his father had kept on reminding him that he was trying to work out a suitable marriage arrangement for him. He couldn’t care less about that before, since his heart hadn’t been set on marriage yet; and even more now that his attention was piqued by the woman whom he had beneath him minutes ago.

***

Not wanting to stay there for longer than necessary, (Y/n) made her way back down the stairs— after ducking into one of the bathrooms on the second floor, and straightening herself out as much as possible— and melted back in with the crowd; faking smiles, and taking a glass of champagne from one of the passing waiters.

She knew that she just had to fake feeling faint with her earlier group of acquaintances, and she could go home without being it construed as rude.

So, she made her way back towards the same old ladies— hearing them still gossiping about some other unfortunate woman— and deciding to just hold her comments by taking idle sips of her champagne.

“You’re back already, (L/n)-sama!” One of the women exclaimed with a smile, eliciting a polite smile from (Y/n) in return.

“Oh yes, I was feeling a little faint and had to get some fresh air.” Which was a complete lie, as she had been pinned under such a beautiful man earlier, but no one needed to know that.

One other woman laid a hand on her arm, under the guise of sympathy, which had her skin crawling from the clammy skin lingering on hers. But she said nothing, and only smiled further— even batting her eyelashes at the obviously two-faced women.

(Y/n) had no doubt that she had been one of their topics when she had excused herself earlier. It was just how these social circles worked; and she was more than well-versed in that world’s language, having grown up in it and all.

She was just about to thank the women for their ‘heartfelt’ words, but she caught sight of a head of fiery blond hair coming down the stairs from the second floor— all while adjusting the blood red tie that matched his eyes— and felt her heart begin beating faster in her chest.

No one could know that she had even looked his way for the night, because to let everyone know that would be more trouble than her almost-orgasm was worth.

“Ah, but I still feel a little under the weather. So I might be bowing out early for tonight,” The young woman tried for her sincerest tone, but only barely managed to be convincing— what with her mind being solely focused on the blond that was steadily making his way through the crowd.

And, to make matters worse, he was heading right for her with a predatory glint in his eyes.

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like-rain-or-confetti · 4 years ago

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Mind Games (Alec Volturi x Reader)

Everyone had warned you about the twins, the 'witch twins'. They were described as pure evil incarnate yet when you met them, their sadistic side was apparent, even their standoffish nature but nothing came across as pure evil. You were warned that they looked innocent but it was an act. Everyone you had ever known told you to stay away from them, no matter what they say or do.

You tried to remember the advice, keeping it in the back of your mind as the two introduced themselves to you and even grew to befriend you. Still the advice rang in your head but you couldn't help but feel sorry for them. That perhaps they were a little misunderstood or just wanted someone. You couldn't explain how Alec drew you in. If anything he seemed to influence your friendship with Jane. Everyone had told you to stay away yet the twins were encouraging. They didn't recoil when you told them your gift as many did.

You were honest, your gift made you do terrible things. It wasn't exactly enamoring. Perhaps that made you drawn to them more, outcasts meeting outcasts. They seemed to enjoy your ability and more specifically, the dark things you had done with it during your past. You weren’t proud of those times and they didn't lecture you or encourage you to do worse. Instead they accepted it, they had done some pretty wicked things and anyone who didn't was associated with someone who had. Seemingly that's just how it is in the vampire world.

Somehow, the friendship naturally progressed to Alec wanted to stay behind to spend more time with you. It was always talking in the most secluded areas where no one would find you. The forest, against a particular large tree, moss acting as a seat. In fields and meadows where you both would be hidden sitting among the grass. The two of you would just roam, finding the perfect spot to sit and enjoy the moment. Neither of you brought up the progression of the friendship. It came natural when you both began to sit that little more closer than before. Lingering touches, like Alec running his finger along the side of your jaw absentmindedly. It was easy to be around Alec. You didn't always have to talk, explain yourself. He already knew. The atmosphere was intense but never uncomfortable. The world continued on but you and Alec were stuck in your own bubble.

You turned your head and suddenly jerked back with yelp. Alec turned his own head quickly to you. "What did you do? I looked away for two seconds!" "That bit of grass went up my nose." You heaved, covering your face. "Wait... seriously?" Alec's eyes widened slightly. "Yeah. I literally moved into it." You replied, still cradling your nose. "Are you being dramatic? Surely you-" You cut Alec off. "No, trust me. It went straight up there. It went so far up my nose that I think it could reach some distant childhood memories." Alec couldn't help but laugh. "You're an idiot! Are you okay?" "Yeah, think so." You nodded, grabbing the specific blade of grass, tearing it from the roots and tossing it behind you. "Now I've had vengeance." Alec shook his head with an amused smile. "I can't believe you did that. Pay attention to your surroundings! What had you so distracted?"

That was a tricky question, because you had been thinking about him at the time. However you couldn't tell him that. "I don't know." You shrugged, looking down at the ground. "That's a lie." Alec pointed out. You knew you couldn't lie to Alec, but it had been worth the try. "If I tell you, you can't freak out." You began. "That's concerning. Should I be worried?" Alec asked. "No, it's not bad but it's a secret. If I tell you, you can't freak out." Alec nodded in response. You stared at him momentarily, clearly very nervous. Quickly, you leaned in, meetings Alec's lips with your own. He stayed very still and you decided it was best if you pulled back. Although when you did, Alec immediately chased after your lips, this time kissing you. His hand moving to pull your face closer to him.

That kiss remained a secret, although a happy one. Never to be mentioned around anyone else. Everyone told you to stay away from the twins, that they were dangerous. You probably should have listened.

When another two men who were introduced as Felix and Demetri, met you in the place you were to meet the twins along with them, you knew something wasn't right. You grew nervous with the feeling as though you had just stepped into a trap. You took a step back, your unease written all over your face. "Calm down." Alec said as the two twins stepped closer. "We're friends, aren't we?" "Friends?" You repeated. "Yes." Alec smiled slightly. "Well, you and I may be a little closer than that." With a small smirk, Alec ran his fingers along his bottom lip. "We're friends." Jane continued. "We'd like to take you to meet more friends." Alec continued. Jane stopped but Alec took a larger step forward, his dark most surrounding you in seconds. You slumped forward, into Alec's shoulder. He hummed in amusement. "Well that was a little too easy for my liking." Felix chuckled. You had begun to slide of Alec's shoulder but before you could hit the ground Felix scooped you up.

Your eyes snapped open, Alec's mist retracting. You sat up with a startled gasp. You looked around to see a room that was made of stone and marble. Before you sat three vampires. "Ah, young (Y/N), you're awake!" You quickly moved to your feet and in seconds you had the twins to your right, Demetri and Felix stood to your left. All four had their eyes latched on you for any sudden movements. The man in the middle descended the stairs to his throne with a gleam in his eyes. "Our sincerest apologies for not making your acquaintance sooner. I'm afraid we had other matters to attend to. Although I hear nothing but good things about you. Our dear Alec, told us so much about you." He stepped closer. "My name is Aro, behind me are my brothers, Marcus and Caius." Aro gestured to each as though this was a friendly introduction. You, however, were still in the mindset that you had been brought here against your will. That, you wouldn't forget so easily.

Aro's hand locked onto yours. He hummed quietly in amusement. “There's so much in your mind. It branches out into others. I don't know where to begin. You see, my dear, your mind doesn't seem to work like others. People minds are so easy to read, their thoughts just come to me but for you, cara mia, it appears I must decide where to look." Your head snapped up. "Get out of my head!" You screamed. Your fingers wiggled free of Aro's. Your own fingers covering his in a tight grip that was painful. Suddenly Aro couldn't see in your head anymore. Aro gasped, a sharp pain coursing through his head. His own mind flashing before his eyes and that was when he had realised this was you. Almost like a filing cabinet, every thought he had ever had, every memory, you rifled through them all quickly. Each tiny detail became agonizing. Aro began to cry out in pain."Get out!" You didn't, only continuing to poke through his brain. He finally tore his hand free from your grasp, staggering back. Aro couldn't help but look at your hand. Your fingers wiggled slightly, resembling the motion he could imagine someone's fingers would make hunting through a filing cabinet. You glared at him. "Dungeons." Aro seethed. "Take them to the dungeons!"

"Demetri..." Your voice echoed in his mind. "You track the mind. Cling to tenors of people, I see...so many people." Demetri clenched his jaw, slowing to a stop. "Get out of my head." "No." You said simply. Demetri silently cursed himself. He knew he shouldn't have touched you. Yet he did so without thinking and now you had tapped into his head. "That's so bizarre...it's like intangible ropes, pulling you towards everyone." "You're a parasite! Get out of my head!" Demetri seethed. You seemed to laugh at this. "You did it to yourself. You can't blame me for what goes on in your head. At the end of the day...I'm in the dungeons." Your voice lowered, becoming more forceful. "You put me here."

Suddenly the corridor before him shifted. He couldn't explain it but before his eyes was a seemingly endless hallway with doors, that branched out into more corridors with doors. A maze that was on going. Mazes were never an issue for Demetri, he just had to follow the scent of who he was hunting and he'd find his way out on his own. However this seemed to not be the case this time. Demetri noticed that every direction, the pull of his gift sent him. He couldn't latch onto one particular person and the scents were so tangled that it seemed as though everyone was everywhere all at the same time, leaving no room untouched. Demetri then knew that you were messing with his head, his gift, just as you had done so to Aro. "A parasite, you say..." You mused. "...have you ever looked in the mirror and hated what looked back at you?" Demetri wasn't going to give you the pleasure of an answer, however you continued without skipping a beat. "I think I'm more of a reflection. Or more specifically, a reflection of your gift. I'm reflecting your gift that you press onto others, back onto you and now your poor little brain is all confused." Demetri could hear the pout in your voice and it only aggravated him more.

Five hours had passed, you'd gone quiet quite some time ago. Almost immediately after mocking him. However, things were not back to normal. In fact, for the past five hours he's been roaming the halls. Doors led to more corridors and even more doors. There was no pattern, just a constant loop that even going backwards didn't seem to have any use. Since then, Demetri had lost all sense of direction and had no idea where he had started. Although to his surprise, when turning another corner, the scene had finally changed. He looked back seeing the same normal corridor he had looked at for all these hours but turning that corner lay ahead a different corridor and the very one he had been heading for. Whatever influence you had over his head, it was gone.

Jane's visit was surprising and very rushed. She held up a bag of blood. Who really knew where she got that from but blood bags weren't as appetizing as from the vein. You were willing to bet she hadn't even heated it up. "Here. For you. I'm afraid I can only give you one, but it'll be enough to keep the thirst at bay." She put her hand through the bars, holding out the bag. You stared at her. "Hurry up or I'll drop it." Jane said coldly. This is probably the most loving you had ever seen her and is probably the best she's capable of being nice. You moved forward and took it from her. "Thanks and thanks for adding some attitude with it. It's great to see you too." Jane rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to sit and watch you complain." "Apparently you're not going to be my friend either." You shot back. "You're being ridiculous. I'm busy, I have a job to do. I can't coddle you until you come around. I am your friend and so take that as some friendly advice." "Coddle!?" You snapped incredulously. "You kidnapped me! Where was the coddling you speak of exactly!?" "Yes, we did. However this isn't a bad place to be and you aren't being tortured." Jane responded simply. "You can't be serious." You said in awe. "Jane, if I took you to the Cullen's against your will and told you that you should be happy because it isn't a bad place to be, would you be happy!?" "I don't have time for this." Jane insisted. "I could have just left you down here to starve but I didn't. I took time out of my day to make sure you're a little more comfortable. If you don't believe we're friends then that isn't my problem. That's yours. I've been nothing but honest the whole time." "Wow. Thank you so much Jane for putting me in this situation and keeping me comfortable." You responded with sarcasm. "Keep talking to me like that and i'll-" Jane began but you interrupted. "Or what? You'll put me in the dungeon? Oh wait." Your eyes narrowed on her with a cold gaze. "Are you sure you want to test me, (Y/N)?" Jane asked. "Are you?" You responded. Jane didn't answer in words but the agony you quickly felt responded for her. Although you were just as quick to remember how to make the pain stop. You grabbed her arm before falling to the ground. She tore her arm away with a growl but the damage was already done. You looked into her eyes and suddenly you didn't feel the pain anymore, Jane on the other hand, let out a very loud scream, immediately collapsing to the ground. Somehow, she couldn't stop the pain, even when she immediately halted inflicting her gift. Yet the pain kept going. With bars separating you both, it was then you who stood over her. "Does that hurt?" You asked lightly as she continued to scream. "I hope that hurts." You said, eyes boring into Jane. "A lot." You added.

Suddenly Alec came rushing down the stairs along with Felix, Demetri and Santiago. You released Jane and Alec wasted no time upon arrival rushing to his sister's side. You smiled at the guards before turning away to lie down on the stone bench. As soon as Alec was certain his twin was right he shot you a glare. "You know, you're glaring at me like this is my fault. Like I wasn't the one taken here against my will and threatened with torture." You turned your head, eyes meeting Alec's. "And you want me to believe I was ever your friend?" "We are your friends but we also have orders and our limits." "Only with everyone else, Alec. Neither of you were ever taught when to stop." Your smile vanishing. "You got your sister, now go away."

Aro, Caius and Marcus approached your cell quietly and you smiled sweetly. "Demetri said you'd be back. You did." Your smile vanished. "Good." You said with a lower tone of voice. "We've been trying to understand your gift. It's been quite a conundrum." Aro began. "Oh really?" You responded blankly. "Do you know what it is?" Caius asked. "No, but it's very good for self defense." You said flatly. "We have concluded that you mimic gifts after physical contact with them." Aro continued. "Therefore, you aren't a mind reader, you copied my gifts and used them against me." A flash of anger crossed Aro's face before returning to a stoic demeanor. "You should never look into someone's mind without permission." You agreed. "It's fascinating though isn't it?" "What is?" Aro responded. "People are like doors to us. One touch and we're in. Yours is very nice. It's consistent. You know what to expect. For me, I could be given anything. Vampires with abilities are much more interesting. Those without, it's just pure mind control. I confuse them all the time, they never know what they're actually seeing.", You cracked a smile. "I made one jump off a cliff for no reason. Although, Carlisle was helping me to be a better person. Anyway, that is irrelevant. The point is, you've gotten very comfortable opening doors. Now you're discovering that some doors should never be opened." You stared at Aro. "You should have never looked into my head because now I've looked in yours." You watched as Aro stiffened again, his eyes piercing through you with a deadly look. You stared back into his eyes. "It kills you to think of how much I discovered in the seconds I was in your head. Doesn't it?" Aro didn't respond and you continued. "You even know that if you tried to find out, I'd be back in your head again and I would only do the same as before." "Alec tells us that you've never been so hostile during his time with you." Aro says, moving the conversation before you could say anymore. "That happens when your kidnapped by someone who you thought was a friend. I'm more than aware this was the plan all along." "You could make this easier if you'd join us. You'd be very happy here." Aro responded. "Easier for you." You corrected. "No thanks." "Then you'll remain here until you change your mind and you will, my dear. You will change your mind." You cracked an amused smile. "We'll see."

To your surprise, Alec visited you alone. You remained silent. "You know I don't like you being down here." Alec admitted. "You're the one who put me here." You responded. "Felix and Demetri did actually." Alec shot back and you cracked an amused smile. "Whatever." "Would you forgive me?" Alec asked, joking long gone. "If I said I was sorry for our intentions, for ensuring you ended up here. Would you forgive me?" "That depends on what happens next." You responded quietly. "Forever is an awfully long time to be held captive."

In seconds Alec curled his fingers around the bars, leaning in close. "Just... come up to the bars." Alec said. Slowly you sat in front of the bars, leaning forward slightly. "You shouldn't have brought me here." You told him simply. "My ability is addictive, you know that. I'll hurt people." "That doesn't change my mind about you. Just...don't do that to my sister again. You know-" "She started it." You interrupted. "I know...and I spoke to her." Alec responded. "I told her I didn't appreciate it. She didn't like it herself because she really had began to consider you a friend.We all have bad habits. You're just as quick to use your gift as Jane is to use her own." "You know if you let me out...if you were my friend, you would." Alec smiled sadly, raising a hand to your cheek. "I can't. Perhaps in a perfect world I could, but I'm not perfect, no one is and this world will never be perfect." You looked down in disappointment but didn't move away from his hand. He looked at you momentarily before using the grip he had on the side your face and pulling you towards the bars. He met your lips between the spaces of the bars with his own. In that moment, he had proven what his words could not. He knew the power he had given you with even the lightest of touches yet had given it anyway. A sign of complete trust. Alec broke the kiss. "I want you to stay. Just...think about that." He moved away, letting go. He sent you one last look before heading back upstairs, leaving you alone in the dungeons once more.

It wasn't often Alec spent some time alone. There was something about the leave and quiet, the silence enveloped him and put him at ease. He didn't think it would have been possible for someone with super hearing to ever have such a thing as silence. Yet everyone seemed to learn how to be silent, unnoticed. Every movement is graceful and quiet. Knowing you were several floors below him was comforting. In his eyes, the closer you were, the safer you were. Although he couldn't completely enjoy it. You didn't want to be there. Alec wasn't stupid, he knew you didn't just mean the dungeons and he wasn't going to pretend. You didn't want to be there, in the castle. It took you time to ever feel safe in an area. Volterra was so new that it was no surprise that you wanted to flee. Although Alec still hoped you'd stay. If you wanted to stay with him, it would make everything better. Aro wanted you and he'd never let you go. You were clever enough to figure that out. Although you were too stubborn to accept it. Alec lay back on his bed. He rarely used it much like the rest of the vampires in the castle. Although they could appreciate a soft place to land so they were always given if requested. Alec closed his eyes with a deep, unnecessary exhale. When his eyes opened, they widened. You loomed over Alec, smiling, like a predator that had caught it's prey. "Aren't you happy to see me?" "You're not supposed to be here. How did you-?" Alec moved to sit up but realised very quickly that he couldn't move and it wasn't your weight holding him down. He looked over at his hands as best as he could, they didn't even twitch. He looked back up at you startled. "Not a nice feeling is it? To not be able to move but, it could be worse. That's only one of your senses. You take away all five. However, you'll need the other ones. Well, maybe not your sense of smell." You asked. Alec's eyes as suddenly that was gone too. "You did this to me to bring me here and countless others. Are you scared? Like I was to wake up in an unknown place?" Your hands cradled Alec's head. "For what it's worth..." You softly pressed your lips to his in a brief, sweet kiss. You straightened up again. "Although that isn't what I intend to do. I want you to feel the fear I did, that I do."

Suddenly a match was in your hand. Within a second it was lit. Alec's eyes widened even more in terror. His only fear, fire. You moved it towards his face. "Stop!" He said quickly. You only smiled, moving off of him to lay over him. Your back on his chest, legs in-between his and your head resting next to his on his pillow. You hushed him softly. "It's okay. This isn't real, remember?" Alec swallowed hard, doing his best to remember that. However it didn't make it any easier. "I'd never burn you. However this is the one thing that scares you." You began. "If you hurt me, I'll hurt you. You know that's how it works and these friends of yours have only hurt me. Including you and Jane." Your fingers suddenly curled around the open flame. "Don't!" Alec said quickly, waiting for a cry of pain or the smell of burning flesh- despite having no sense of smell. Although the cry never came. You squeezed your fist tightly around the match, as though suffocating it. When you loosened your hold, revealing the match. It was no longer lit and of any use. "I don't want to hurt you." Alec ground out. "So don't make me. Pull stunts like this and I'll have no choice." You moved off of him, instead rolling into his side. You moved his face to the side, making him look at you. "You said I wasn't evil, yet this place...you make me do evil things. I can do good with this power." Your face changed to one of sadness, looking into Alec's eyes. "I could have loved you once." You said quietly. Without thinking Alec moved his hand to your face. You gasped and Alec seemed just as surprised since he couldn't feel anything else. Yet he had moved his hands. Before anything could be said, a weight was lifted from him, he could feel and smell everything and you were no longer in the room.

You looked down at your hands. Your time with Alec priced that you could use his gift against him. As long as you didn't let anyone else touch you, you could bide your time and escape. However when that time came, your plan didn't work out too well.

It took three days but you decided that Felix -alone- was the best opportunity you'd get. Alec's gift worked momentarily but you had to touch Felix work it to work and the more contact meant the more Alec's gift trickled away from your control. Felix was frozen in place for only moments before Alec's gift faded away entirely. Like clockwork, Felix lunged. You knew you couldn't let him get his hands around your neck. If he did, it was over. You didn't know if Felix was gifted either, it had never been mentioned before but you knew this man was stronger than other vampires...including you. You caught Felix's arms, doing your best to push against him. Slowly he began overpowering you. Suddenly it stopped. It became apparent you seemed to find strength within yourself, a strength you didn't know you had. That was when you realised, whilst push back against Felix, the strength wasn't yours at all. It was his. Although it wouldn't be enough to push back. You couldn't let Felix catch on your realisation before it was too late. So with a spur of the moment decision that could have been very very stupid, you twisted his arms.

You heard sickening cracks, Felix's arms twisting to the elbow in a very unnatural angle and became useless. You quickly tripped him to the ground. "So sorry about this. I just need some more time.” You slammed his head against the stone ground. Cracks forming along his face, neck and no doubt the back of his head- the impact point. You hurried up the stairs to be met with Afton, another guard you had met during your time here. You yelped in panic as you grabbed his hands instinctively and throwing him down the stairs of the dungeons. Before you took off running you heard his landing before Afton let out a startled. "Felix!?" You wanted to kick yourself. You hadn't intended on grabbing Afton's hands which meant Felix's strength was gone. As far as you knew, Afton didn't have a gift or anything that could help you. You had to create as much distance as you could with the dungeons and you had no doubt the Volturi was well aware of your escape by now. You weren't exactly quiet in your execution of the plan.

You found yourself in a large hall of sorts, following the scent of fresh air but it was certainly a process given all the rooms. Within seconds you were grabbed, turned to face the one responsible before tackled to the ground. You realised it was Alec who had a tight grip on your arms. "Stop fighting us!" Alec hissed. "Y'know, what I was called a while ago?" You grinned, struggling against him. "A parasite. Although as far as I see it, nothing I do can get rid of you so who's the parasite now!" You growled as you tried to break Alec's grip that locked you in place but to no avail. "Stop it!" Alec responded. "No!" You snapped back. "You were always going to bring me here. Everyone was right about you. You lied to me. You pretended to be my friend. Hell, you even let me kiss you! I bet you enjoyed how much your little game worked didn't you!?" "Stop talking! You don't know anything! Yes I was sent to find out about you and eventually bring you back but I actually did grow attached." You struggled even more but Alec's grip only got tighter. "Damn it, (Y/N), stop fighting me!" Alec threw you to the ground before pinning you down. You screamed in frustration. Alec had much more experience in combat than you did and you despised how easy you had made it for him. You yelped as you felt his mist creep across your body. "No!" You screamed almost in panic. The last time this happened, you woke up in Italy, where all this began. Alec shushed you as your body went limp. Much like you had done to Alec before, he made sure you couldn't move but could talk, see, hear and smell. You were trapped in your own body. Fear rushed through you.

Alec loomed over you. "Listen to me, (Y/N)." He said firmly to you. "You think I lied to you about how I feel but I didn't. You think I want to hurt you but I don't and you want to hate me but you don't. You know I will always protect you if you would just stop fighting. I need you to stop. I need you here with me." Suddenly the smallest whine escaped him with a word you never thought he'd say. "Please...please." You were quiet for a moment. "Maybe, if things were different it would be easier to say 'i love you', don't you think?" You asked. "You can't keep me." You whispered. Alec slowly shook his head. Denial. "You can't." You continued firmly. "I can't be a part of Aro's collection and you can't use my feelings to keep me here. I don't want to be a weapon. I want to be me. Don't you understand? My power can make me a terrible person and it's up to me to save you from that person." Alec slowly shook his head. "I won't let you." He said quietly. "I know." You whispered back. "I still have to try." Your brow furrowed as though lifting something heavy. A small whimper escaped you and Alec realised what you had done when the same numb feeling he had felt before and given to many others, travelled up his legs and into every bit of his body. In seconds, he couldn't move, whilst you gained feeling back. You rolled him off you gently. "Don't leave me." He mumbled out as best as he could. You said nothing. Instead moving to stand up before you began to walk away. "(Y/N), don't leave me!"

You hurried to maintain some distance again, not knowing how long Alec would stay like that whilst you weren't around. You panicked when you entered another room that was massive. A hallway that had large stone stairs that seemed lead to upstairs on either direction like a 'T'. "No..." You couldn't help but utter. This couldn't be the right way. However, you froze when you heard someone behind you. You turned and much to your horror, it wasn't one person but two.

"We really should have kept Eleazar around. Perhaps then we could have found you years ago." Caius walked towards you, his eyes trained on you. Marcus looked behind him, his eyes also trained on you. "(Y/N)? That's your name isn't it?" Caius asked. You moved up a stair. "You really do have the wrong impression of us, truly. You see, we protect our kind from the human world. We must in these times. Humans have the technology to hurt us after all. We make sure there is justice and protection for our kind. That's all." Caius finished, just below the stairs. Never did he tear his gaze from you.

Slowly he began to ascend the stairs, all the while you moved up more stairs to keep the separation. "Gifts like yours are very difficult to hide from us, rumours run like wildfires in our kind. Yet here you are. Only now in our sights. Tell us, little one. Where have you been hiding?" After a pause and your silence, Caius continued to ascend the stairs and you did the same. "We can make you an offer, one that is unheard of for our coven to give." "Lucky me." You mumbled, trying to keep as much distance as possible. Your comment, surprisingly, went ignored. "The Volturi do not give second chances but you, for your cooperation, we could make an exception. You'd have to keep that a secret. We cannot give such chances to just anyone." As he got closer, Caius put out his hands where you could see them but he could also use that same stance to attack you. It wasn't comforting. "We could help you with that gift. Help you with our way of life. You could live long and well. Our food comes to us, you wouldn't have to hunt."

Marcus was suddenly at the bottom of the stairs and he then spoke up. "My gift senses relationships. I can see your relationship to Alec...and Jane. You don't have anyone else. You keep everyone out, but you want a family. You want people to depend on. We can be your family, we can be the ones you depend on." "You must be desperate to keep me here, to do this yourselves." You said, finally at the top of the stairs. "It'd be unfortunate to have to kill you." Caius responded. "You know my answer." You responded flatly. Caius' eyes narrowed on you, with a slight scowl. "Pity." Just before you could your hands around Caius' neck. He grabbed your arms and threw you down the steps.

You looked up at him as he descended down the stairs, not even in a hurry. You turned quickly, noticing Marcus was only feet away. You hissed, no longer noticing your now dislocated shoulder that had broken your fall at an odd angle. Caius wrapped his hands around your neck, his knee pressing down painfully on your diaphragm. "Oh my, little one. It seems you only picked up my temper this time. Don't you know that I don't have a gift? Just thousand of years of experience." He smirked down at you as you heard more footsteps approaching. "I've got them." Caius said to whoever had entered. You couldn't move to see who it was. "Wonderful! Well done!" Aro's cheery voice rang out. That was one set of footsteps accounted for. "Let us fix that arm." Marcus bent down to your side and you tried to flail away from him but Caius grip only got tighter.

Marcus took your arm, surprisingly gently before forcefully tugging your arm back. You tried to pull away from him again but couldn't move under Caius' weight. Once again Marcus tugged forcefully downwards on your arm and with a second popping sound, your arm was back in place. "There, that must feel better." You could practically hear Aro's smile. Caius hauled you up. His grip on you still tight. It was Aro, Felix, Demetri, the twins and Chelsea. "Alec?" Aro turned to him with a nod.

In seconds Alec was in front of you and Caius' grip had loosened. Alec pulled you into an embrace, much to your surprise and didn't let go. He continued to hold you to him as with another nod, Chelsea was beside you. She leaned in and began to whisper in your ear. You seemed to catch on what was happening as you gasped and tried to pull away from Alec. However he was stronger, holding you to him very much like he would a hug. Maybe it was. You didn't know. You felt yourself begin to relax into him as Chelsea continued to whisper. You squeezed your eyes shut, a small whimper escaped you as you realised you were losing. They were winning.

She reassured you, making everything seem okay. Reminding you of your bond with Alec, telling you about how they could help you and would love to consider you one of their coven. You could feel your bonds being tampered with, solidifying bonds that hadn't even existed before. Suddenly you felt no bad feelings for the three leaders. Most of all, you wanted, no, needed to stay with Alec. Forever.

In that moment, you knew you had lost. She pulled back. Nodding to Aro before stepping away. Alec leaned back to look at you, his eyes sad yet relieved. As though he was finally sure you were safe. He kissed your lips, then the corner of your mouth and then your cheek before moving back into the original embrace.

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Armor - Oberyn Martell x Reader x Ellaria Sand - Part 3

Author’s Note: Guys, gals, and non-binary pals, I give you more Prince Oberyn. This chapter really focuses on him and reader but I promise we'll get to Ellaria soon :) For now, enjoy our favorite prince!

Summary: Oberyn visits you at King's Landing

Word Count: 4.4K

Warnings: mentions of death

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“And he was pleased?” Tyrion asked as you both sat in the peaceful library of the palace. You sat in the window sill, Tyrion at a desk not far from you.

“He was.” You confirmed. A little too pleased, but Tyrion didn’t need to know that. “The prince is certainly...passionate. He doesn’t hide much does he?”

“No...it’s an asset for him rather than a weakness. He has no secrets so there is nothing for us to exploit as an advantage over him should we have ever needed one.” Tyrion said, sighing as the wheels of his mind began turning. You could always tell when he was deep in thought. His brow furrowed and he looked somewhat distant. “We do have his passion for revenge to use against him though. He wishes to seek revenge for his sister. If we can direct that revenge towards The Mountain rather than towards my father, we may escape this wedding with all Lannisters in tact.”

“You say that as if it were a good thing.” You snipped. Tyrion eyed you with contempt.

“They are still my family. As often as I think about throwing Cersei and her demon of a son in a dark cell somewhere, they are my blood as well as king and queen regent.” He reminded with a chastising tone.

You gruffed and turned your head to look out onto the city. It was aggravating when he looked at you as if you were a child. You loved Tyrion, but sometimes his intelligence and the fact that he was a bit older annoyed you. “All I’m saying is that your sister and nephew are not the most empathetic of people. They don’t rule, they just seize power. They’re no king and queen...just tiny people wanting to feel big.”

“Your choice of words wounds me.” Tyrion teased.

You rolled your eyes and gave a small chuckle. “You are twice more human than anyone in your family and you know very well that your stature does not diminish that.” You were more scolding him than complimenting him. He knew you better than that. He gave a small chuckle, amused at your annoyance only to annoy you more.

“You are very kind to say so. I wish Cersei had your compassion. It seems nowadays she points out my stature every chance she gets.”

“It’s only because it’s her only weapon against you.” You reminded him.

Tyrion gave a small chuckle. “Let’s pray she doesn’t have one against you. Your little bit of theater upon our arrival has already put you on her bad side-“

“I don’t care what side I’m on.”

“Well you should.” Tyrion retorted. He tensed before taking pause and sighing. The pressure in his shoulders subsided as he calmed himself. “You forget that Cersei is queen regent and her son is a tyrannical king. You are skilled with a bow, but you are only one person. Cersei has an entire army and she will not hesitate to use it if you push too far.”

You were finding that King’s Landing was your least favorite place on earth. Before you could pick fights with whomever you pleased and you could get yourself out of them before anyone could inflicting any harm upon you. Being silent around someone who made your blood boil was proving difficult. How could one city harbor so many people you despised?

Before you could respond, a guard promptly entered the library, looking frantically between the two of you before his eyes settled on Tyrion. “My lord, Prince Oberyn has arrived at the palace and is waiting in the gardens.”

“I should have known he’d visit sooner or later.” Tyrion sighed and got up from his chair. He was about to leave when the guard blocked his path.

“Forgive me my lord, but his request was for the Silver Hawk specifically.”

Your eyes widened in surprise as both men eyed you curiously. “Well don’t look to me! I didn’t invite him in.” You quipped, out of defense. You knew exactly why he was here. He wasn’t going to kill you. No, he’d be too bold to do so right in the king’s palace as a guest to the royal wedding, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t threaten you.

“It seems our little hawk has made a friend.” Tyrion teased, but looked to you for further explanation.

“I have done no such thing.” You huffed as you strapped on your bow and sling of arrows, as if to prove a point. “If I had to guess, he wants me to shoot for him. Apparently, his brother told him of me and now he wants to see if the rumors are true.” You lied. He was here to threaten you, or worse, tell Tyrion about your temper while with him and his paramour in the brothel. He had just scolded you for not taking heed with the queen regent, you didn’t need to hear it again over Prince Oberyn.

“I’m sure that will go over well.” Tyrion laughed. “If you don’t want to show him you don’t have to. But you must decline him politely if that is your decision. Be cordial, but you are not entertainment.”

You smiled at your friend. Sometimes you wondered if anyone else understood you so well. “I suppose I must break it to him gently then. Maybe I’ll offer him a girl as compensation.” You laughed, though you weren’t so sure he wouldn’t hold you to that.

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It was sunny outside, far too sunny for your liking. Your leather armor did not suit the beating sun. You felt beads of sweat down your back, but you ignored it. You weren’t about to meet the man you offended armorless, knowing full well that he kept a dagger on him.

You wondered the gardens a bit, but he was nowhere to be seen. You kept your eyes peeled for a flash of yellow or gold, only to be deceived by the bright flowers that surrounded you as you walked the stone path.

You finally came upon the beautiful pond that marked the middle of the garden. It was captivating, tranquil. Lilly pads with little white flowers blooming on top, and little fish swimming to the top of the water only to sink bellow its depths once more, it was enough to put you at ease, if only for a moment. Not able to resist, you let your hand skim along the surface. The cool of it sent goosebumps on your skin, what you wouldn’t give to dive in, just for a bit.

“It’s beautiful is it not?”

You shot straight up and turned at the sound of the accented voice. Sure enough, Oberyn was behind you, giving a small smile. How long has he been there? Was he watching you this whole time? He approached slowly, hands at his sides, the very picture of calm and confidence. Confident you were, calm you most certainly were not.

“It is.” You agreed, trying to remain composed. “I confess I didn’t know it was here until just now.”

“The palace seems to have many hidden beauties.” He charmed with a grin.

You rolled your eyes, if only to have an excuse to avoid his gaze. “Prince Oberyn I already made it clear I-“

“I’m here to apologize.” He interrupted. His features softened. It amazed you how he could switch between the sultry, arrogant prince you thought him to be to...this. He just seemed like a man, not the prince of Dorne. “Well partially.” He laughed as he looked up to the sky for a moment, before returning to you. “Ellaria and I, we do not hide our desires. You are a beautiful woman, we do not take such beauty for granted.” He explained, his brown eyes meeting yours.

Even then you still didn’t understand.

“But,” he continued, “we...disrespected you when it was not our intention, and for that, I give my sincerest apologies.”

Part of your job was to detect liars, and although you suspected Oberyn could be a very good one, you were confident you could tell when he was being deceptive. But now...Well...You figured it would be hard for a man who was prideful and arrogant by nature to feign sincere regret. But there was no give, no sign of false pretense or acting.

You turned away from him, looking out into the water to clear your thoughts before replying. His gaze did not make it easy.

“Perhaps,” you began hesitantly, “I should not have threatened you before leaving. But I am not a prize to be wanted Prince Oberyn. I’m a soldier, and I’ve worked hard to be treated as such.”

Oberyn nodded and looked out into the water, his brows furrowed. You could tell he was thinking deeply about something, but you couldn’t tell what occupied his thoughts. “Men do not take you seriously because you are a woman?”

You eyed him in confusion. “Does that surprise you?”

“We do not define people by their gender in Dorne.” Oberyn stated simply. “Women are treated equally, they are no less capable than any man. A person is defined by their character regardless of gender. Though I should not be surprised. Women are mistreated in many places, and each time I encounter it, it breaks my heart. I think of my girls, and my sister, Ellia.”

“You have daughters?” You asked, surprised .

Oberyn smiled fondly. “I have eight daughters.”

“Eight daughters?!” You quipped before forcing your mouth shut again. Your mind raced, trying to imagine Oberyn with one daughter, but eight?! “How you and Ellaria manage to leave Dorne at all with eight daughters is beyond me.”

“They are all strong, fiercely independent women, but I worry about them. The thought of something happening to them fills me with dread. The acts of men are far too often evil, especially when women are concerned.” This particularly bothered him, and for some reason, it surprised you. You took him as the sort of man who only used women for pleasure, after all, that is what brothels were for. But the way he spoke of his children...well...no one could fake that level of sincerity, of gentleness. “They are safe in Dorne, but they all have a desire for adventure, to see lands beyond their own. I curse myself for giving them that particular trait.” He laughed.

You were stunned. Life in Dorned seemed so far removed from the life you’ve known. You had to fight for respect, to be taken seriously. Anyone who looked down on you as some little girl could be quickly silenced with a good aim and a sharp arrow. In Dorne, it seemed as if it were just given so long as the person were of good character. It seemed so simple yet imagining having such an attitude was difficult.

Not only that, but you were shocked to find that the prince seemed to agree with his land’s attitudes. It was only yesterday you thought of him as a prick who only saw women as objects of pleasure only to find that he was suddenly very open-minded and accepting.

It seemed far too good to be true.

“You are lucky to live in such a land, and your brother is wise to rule with such upstanding morals. It seems like a lovely place.” You complimented, trying your best to imagine Dorne.

“You’ve never been?” Oberyn asked curiously before you shook your head in reply. “You would like it. It is the very opposite from the North. It is warm, but lush and green. It is vibrant and warm, much like its people. Though I think you may faint from the heat with all your armor.” He teased.

Once again you rolled your eyes. “My armor protects me, especially here. No one knows who is a friend and who is a foe in this city, it’s maddening.”

“Which is partially why I am here,” Oberyn explained, looking back over to you. “Ellaria and I....we at least want to offer friendship. King’s Landing is a dangerous city, everyone needs allies. I saw you when you arrived that day, in the palace. I thought you were going to take off Cersei’s head.” He chuckled, only earning him another glare. “I do not mock you.” He clarified, still keeping a light tone. “I found it...Refreshing to see someone talk to Cersei like the queen regent she is not.”

He made it very clear that he wants to kill any Lannister that he sets his sights on.

Tyrion’s words echoed in your head and you remember the story of his sister. You didn’t dare bring it up. Not only was it none of your business, but the less he knew you knew, the better. This was the Game of Thrones, and you were a spy in the middle of it all. Friendship was not a thing you could afford, but it could be a thing you could fake.

“I’m a friend to anyone who hates the Lannisters.” You sneered while you lied right to his face. “I am loyal to Tyrion because he is nothing like his family, but that is as far as my loyalties extend. The rest of the Lannisters are terrible people who will, at least one day, pay for their crimes.”

“I’m glad we share the same feelings towards them. The Lannisters took my sister and her dear children from me and my family. I did not come here for some boy-king’s wedding.” And suddenly the charm the prince once had melted so smoothly into a fiery lust for revenge, a fire fueled by his hate for the Lannisters.

It was like looking into a mirror to see the person you once were.

“You intend on killing one of the Lannisters.” Your voice was barely a whisper. You turned to him and his eyes met yours. It scared you to see how much hate there was in them. “Seeking revenge...it won’t bring you the satisfaction you think it will, Prince Oberyn.” You warned. You weren’t sure why you cared. He was a prince who could do as he pleased. If he had a death wish that was on him, but somehow you could not shake the overwhelming sense of dread and horror at the very thought of the handsome prince’s blood being spilled.

“And you know this how?”

Too close.

“Come now, Prince Oberyn. We only just formed a truce, can’t reveal all my secrets just yet.” It was a tease laced with a warning. You weren’t stupid. Getting you to open up only to use it to betray you later, it was the oldest trick in the book. You didn’t even tell Tyrion anything about yourself for ages, and you liked Tyrion. As far as you were concerned, the Red Viper was still a threat. In another life, you could maybe appreciate Oberyn’s charm and boldness, but with all the tension surrounding the tyrannical king’s wedding, there was no time for making true friends.

Not that you couldn’t fake it, for Tyrion’s sake. Oberyn was just a pawn in this game as well, a chess piece for Tyrion to have handy when the moment was right. But if he was going to attempt the murder of a Lannister, all that would be lost. It was now you wished Tyrion was here. You had a silver tongue, but Tyrion was much better at devising plans than you were. This was his game, not yours.

Oberyn laughed and beamed at you.

It’s like the warmth of the sun settles in his chest.

“You are very wise for so young a person.”

“Not as young as you think.” You retorted sharply.

“I meant no offense.” He found himself repeating this sentence the more time he spent with you. “It was a compliment, something you clearly are not used to receiving.”

“I don’t need compliments, I know my worth.”

Oberyn turned so his whole body was facing you. You held your ground, you would not break under his gaze again. “And what if people simply wish to compliment you?”

His voice was like honey. You were suddenly conscious of your chest heavily rising and falling, aware of how close the two of you were. There was still a respectable distance between the two of you, but if felt like every slight movement was a pull towards him. You felt like a fly being lured to a spider’s web. And you thought the size of the palace made you feel small.

“Then they are wasting their breath.” You pulled yourself out of it. Now it was you who hadn’t meant to be offensive. Oberyn didn’t seem offended, he only looked at you as if you were life’s greatest mystery. You could hardly blame him, you had given him a similar look before. “I only mean that words are precious and powerful things. People should use them wisely, in the right moments, at the right times. I don’t need compliments, so you don’t have to pay me any.”

Oberyn smiled and shook his head once again. It seemed like every word you said left him deeper and deeper in thought. “And you are the decider of when is the right time and when is not?” He refuted, challenging you.

And that flash of anger you felt in the brothel came back and settled in your chest, but you buried it. You were prepared now, you wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. “I should be. I’m very rarely wrong after all”

Oberyn erupted into a hearty laugh, and even you had to crack a small smile.

“The Silver Hawk has a sense of humor! I was beginning to wonder if you were capable of smiling.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes, but there was still a small grin on your face. “Don’t get used to it.”

But Oberyn was still smiling.

Good, let him think he’s gotten my guard down.

“You are a wonder, Silver Hawk of the North. I am glad our paths have crossed, though I wish it were not under these circumstances. If Tyrion should ever relieve you of your services, even temporarily, you must come to Dorne. You would be a most welcome guest and I know my daughters would be delighted to meet someone of your skill. They are trained warriors themselves, but none of them are archers. I’m sure they would love the lessons if you were willing.”

It was a pretty thought. Traveling more, exploring Dorne, even meeting his daughters intrigued you. But it was only that, a pretty thought. “Seeing Dorne sounds...intriguing. I always try envisioning your land but I’m afraid I lack such imagination. As for your girls, I would be delighted to meet such warriors. But I am loyal to Tyrion. He pays me well and I’ve seen more of Westeros in the time I’ve been in his service than I’ve seen in my lifetime prior to being in his service. And as a Lannister, he’ll always need protection...his family has too many enemies.” You explained. That, and very deep down, you would miss him and the rest of your crew too much.

“But you are only a person. Every person longs for freedom, no?” He asked, surprised by your answer.

“I am free.” You replied more sharply than you intended. You took a deep breath and tried calming yourself. But you were not some loyal dog. You knew that Tyrion would let you leave the moment you asked him. You wanted to stay.

But Oberyn didn’t need something to use against you.

“Tyrion doesn’t keep me chained. If he did, he wouldn’t have let me speak to you so freely. I can do as I please as long as I do not neglect my responsibility and duty to protect and help him.”

“So you are free when you are not needed?”

“When I am temporarily not needed.” You retorted but calmed yourself before you could feel the flutter of anger you were used to feeling in your chest when you talked to the prince. You weren’t sure he actually meant to insult you anyhow, he was just good at doing it naturally. “With all your respect, I don’t expect you to understand. You are a prince. I don’t imagine you’ve had to fight to live or survive. You fight for your country which is honorable. We just...fight for different reasons.”

Oberyn began to walk alongside the pond. You followed suit. You’d been looking for an excuse to explore the gardens anyways. He smiled as he took in the surroundings. “I admire that, your reason is honorable as well. You fight for yourself, you honor yourself. We may not be so different as I thought. I fight for my family, but I honor myself in a much different way. To you, Ellaria and I’s advances were offensive, and again we apologize, but to us, we are simply honoring ourselves by being completely ourselves. We do not shy from our desires, life is too short to not pursue the things you want...even if things may not always go the way you think they might.” Oberyn chuckled, giving you a small nudge. You let out another small chuckle.

He wasn’t so bad.

Still a threat, but not so bad.

“I suppose there is some honor in that.” You relented. “I would only suggest taking into account who you are talking to Prince Oberyn. This is King’s Landing. Making enemies here is as easy as breathing. You almost made one this yesterday.” You joked.

“I do not care about making enemies and I care less about what people might think...until today.” He grinned at you, and your reaction was to instantly turn away. No one has ever looked at you like that. There was a gentle fondness to him that blended far too well with his confidence. You had heard only a few stories that told of his skill on the battlefield, but there was a far greater danger in his tongue than his sword.

What we’re you to say to that? He seemed to care less about what even Tyrion, the right hand of the king thought of him.

“Tell me something Prince Oberyn, and speak candidly. Why are you so interested in me? You have seen woman warriors before, your own daughters even. I have shown you nothing of my skill and even less of who I am until today. So why?” You asked before you were even sure you wanted to know the answer.

“Because you are beautiful.”

Your jaw set. Was that really it?

“And, though you are not as forward as Ellaria or I, you have the same passion, that little spark in your chest. Why do you think our sigil is a sun?” He smirked, proud of his family, his name, and his city. If you were highborn and looked like him you imagined you would have the same gusto.

"It’s alluring and I want to more. Not many people have the pleasure of meeting you. You either steal their breath with your legendary arrows or you are guarding the Little Lion. We were curious about what lies beneath your armor.”

You wanted to scream, maybe even punch him, but you remained unmoving. So this was the game they were playing. Break the Silver Hawk to get to the Lannisters. What did he take you for? A nieve girl pining for her first love?

“But-“ he continued, “the more I speak with you the more confused I am. You are a mystery, Silver Hawk, and that is your strength.”

You took notes of that. Of all things, you would believe that to be true. When you really thought about his words, you could understand what he meant. If no one knew anything about you no one would have a way to hurt you.

“And you embrace your flaws, and that is your strength.” You noted. There was an understanding between you two, an odd connection despite differences.

“Prince Oberyn.” That voice was far too familiar to you. You turned to see the golden-haired queen regent, somehow glaring at both you and the prince at the same time. “Welcome to King’s Landing. I apologize for not greeting you sooner, looks like someone beat me to it.” The queen regent flashed one of her signature fake smiles your way.

“I asked for The Silver Hawk. If I wanted you I would have asked for you.” Oberyn retorted.

Maybe you liked him more than you thought. If you couldn’t talk back to the queen, you were glad Oberyn could in your place.

The queen remained composed, but you and Oberyn were not stupid. There was rage under the calm demeanor. If there was one thing you understood about the queen regent, it was that.

“Though we welcome you to King’s Landing Prince Oberyn, in the future, the King and I will be made aware of your visits.” She addressed the prince, but glared at you.

“With all your respect,” you spat, meaning anything but, “I follow orders from the hand of the king. And I do believe Prince Oberyn made it clear that his only intention was conversing with me.”

“You have nothing to fear today, Queen Cersei.” Oberyn added.

Today...you suppressed a grin at that.

“Prince Oberyn, since you are here you must let me show you around the palace. It’s been ages since anyone from the Martell family has visited and the grounds truly are exquisite.”

Oberyn said nothing, but looked to you.

Is he asking for my permission?

“I must return to Tyrion. No doubt he’s going on about how he can’t do anything without me.” You joked, earning a small smiled from the prince. You gave a small nod towards your new companion and an even smaller one to the queen.

You turned to leave, but Oberyn’s hand clasped around your wrist. Your wild, shocked eyes met his calm, collected ones. The prince placed a small, chaste kiss to your knuckles, looking at you and grinning the entire time.

Right in front of the queen.

“Until we meet again, Silver Hawk.”

Panicked, you turned away quickly and made a beeline back to Tyrion

It was sure to go over well the next time you were burdened with the company of the queen regent.

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“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #17: (NSFW)

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A/N: taglist, I did not post one with the last marathon so check if you missed collections 13-15 |

I had a lot of difficulty posting this so if it seems unfinished and you don’t see the taglist please let me know!

Also, MATURE CONTENT BELOW! NSFW!

TABLE OF CONTENTS

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Poor Aone………………………………………’s sexual composure. 🥵🤯🤸‍♂️

That following Friday, In the calm Date Tech Hallway….

Like a hurricane, Kenji and a kanji ran over to Aone-san out of breath.

“Aone!!!”

Used to his best friends being storms at home and at school, he turned to them at his locker. “Yes? Are you two okay?”

Kenji made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “—Just dandy. We’re fine. But you’re not. Or, you won’t be. You’re supposed to help Y/N with her tryout video today right??!!!”

Aone’s heart picked up speed, thinking about being alone with you again. He nodded. “Yes. Why? Is she alright?”

“Cancel it.”

Beside Kenji, Kanji bounced on his own two feet, repeating the brunette with wide eyes. “Cancel it, cancel it, cancel it!”

Aone looked confused. His best friends knew how much this plan meant to him, which included getting closer to you as a step, so he didn’t understand. Besides, they’d just spoken about it this morning and everything was fine.

“I don’t understand…” Takanobu tilted his head to the side curiously.

Kenji huffed. “Just trust us!!”

“Give me your phone Aone-senpai, I’ll call Y/N and cancel for you!!!” Kogane shouted, bustling in between the two of them to search Aone’s open locker…… for his phone, no doubt.

Aone stepped to the side so that the setter could search his locker, knowing his phone was in his pocket. “Kogane-san, please calm down. Is anyone hurt or injured?”

His friends looked frazzled as hell.

“No one is fucking hurt, you big giant. Just trust us when we say you need to cancel helping her film her stupid thing. Tell her to get a camera stand or pay one of the film geeks or something—“

“No.” Aone growled unintentionally. He didn’t mean to, he just really disliked the idea of another guy spending hours with the love of his life. Hewanted to help her. Aone removed the venom from his next words. “I want to see her, Futakuchi-san. You know that. What has gotten into you two—“

Kenji pinched the bridge of his nose, interrupting. “—Kusa said..... that apparently, Y/N’s cheer uniform had an issue with the order. The University—our University— sent her a uniform that’s a size or two too small. But she still has to submit her freaking audition in it and then they’ll apparently send her a new one, so—“

“I’ve seen Y/N in a cheerleading uniform before.” Aone stated calmly, feeling better now that he knows you weren’t involved in some incident or something. “You both really expect me to cancel on Y/N because of that?” Ridiculous, Aone wanted to add, but he didn’t. He tried his best to ignore, however, the way he felt a small stir in his lower belly because he recalled seeing you in the normal Date Teko cheer uniform. Not only is that cheer uniform what you were wearing the first time he ever laid eyes on you, but every male in this school—including the Mountain Man—thought you looked unbelievably hot in it.

Before you noticed him, Aone almost ran into a pole once because he specifically saw you stretching in uniform outdoors with your team. Kenji pulled him from the pole’s path in the knick of time.

Another time, When you were dating, Aone had gotten a huge boner after school just because he had received a text from him asking if your bra was showing through your white cheer top, with an attached photo of your chest. It was, in fact, transparent and Aone couldn’t think straight for the rest of his own practice. Coach was really mad at him that day….

Anyway, the point is that Aone has seen you in your attractive cheer uniform plenty of times. Perhaps his friends forgot?

“Aone-san, we can tell her that you’re sick, or that there is a family emergency or something, come—“ Kenji grabbed his best friend’s arm, steering him toward the exit. Aone let his friend turn him so that he does’t over exert himself like he usually did when he tried to move the all-muscle man, but he stopped just before they blocked the exit.

‘Aone! TRUST ME. You cannot handle—“

“—I can and I will. Kenji. Please let me g—“

Just then, you entered through the exit doors a few feet away that Kenji was about to lead you out of, cutting Takanobu off and immediately heading his way.

“Oh, hey, Aone! There you are!”

Aone:

Aone Takanobu can truly say—if he could speak—that he will never even question Futakuchi again.

Kenji whistled under his breath when he saw you too. “Too late.” he muttered, folding his arms and a blush setting in. “See you at home.!” The brunette yelled as he grabbed Kanji, who was still searching the white haired’s locker—with one hand, using his other to plug his nose because was trickling a bit of blood.

Upon seeing you, Aone felt as if all of the air in his lungs had been shaken out of his body like a damn salt shaker. He had to physically rub his eyes to make sure they were functioning correctly, and after he did that and you were still walking towards him, Aone pinched his own forearm, hard.

Still, you were walking toward him.

Fuck. This is real then.

Holy mother of God, Aone thought in a panic. This isn’t a wet dream?! It can’t be. He’s never seen that uniform on you before.

You stopped in front of Aone, ignoring the handful of boys that were drooling over you in your potential new post secondary school uniform.

“Ugh. I said medium, not extra small. If I didn’t need a scholarship to make up for my grades, I wouldn’t go to this damn school. Just for this.” You grumbled, walking right past Aone to his locker that was left wide open. Without thinking, you reached inside and collected his huge Date Tech Volleyball jacket, swinging it over your shoulder and zipping it up. Aone had so many of these, and you loved them. You could practically hear the collective disappointed-male groan when you covered yourself completely. It reached the bottom of your kneecaps.

When your eyes fluttered closed in pleasure because you were wrapped up in the most incredible warmth and scent in the world—Aone’s—you realized you had basically just performed theft, you looked down at your white cheer shoes sheepishly. “Oh my gosh. Sorry, Aone. Habit, I guess.” You apologized, too nervous to look up at him. Horny Mountain Man was in no position to respond coherently anyway, even if he didn’t want you wearing his stuff.

Which, for the record, always makes me happy as fuck.

Water. He thought. Water is what always helps in times like this.

“Please, second.” Aone blurted, turning quickly to speed walk down the hallway to the nearest water fountain. It was tucked away in a corner to where he was hidden, so Aone alternated between taking big, big, very big gulps and splashing water on his face. Repeat.

You were wearing a form-fitting yellow cheer uniform. It said Pirates across the chest that it squeezed, exposed your entire stomach, and then yellow met your waist again in a really short pleated skirt (skort) that was barely covering your ass. Just seeing you in it for two seconds before you put on his jacket alone made Aone store that visual in his spank bank for tonight. Uh, for tonight x3.......or tonight x4........and then tomorrow morning, ……because the way that uniform fit you made him fantasize about doing every position in it….... ugh, Aone splashed more water on his face again.

Back at Aone’s locker alone, You were so embarrassed in this uniform. You look like an absolute fool in a uniform so tiny, what the fuck?

Hearing a group of hurried footsteps coming from your left, from your two places you both turned to see a group of the biggest fuckboys in the school turning down this hall, searching for what Aone just knew was you with expectant expressions, positively gutted when they saw a giant jacket on you.

You narrowed your eyes at the group in a glare, giving them a sickeningly sweet smile. “Hi, Fuck off 😊🖕.”

“Heya to you too, Y/N.” Said the guy you briefly gave a chance to before you met a real man like Aone. The baseball player. He had such a disgusting grin on his face, as if he was looking to bring you home or something. As if.

Seemingly correct in deciphering what his look means, You had to hold down your lunch when he said, “Good luck with your online tryouts today. Care to show us that new uniform of yours?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Nope, thanks. I just want to send my audition tape and solidify my future never seeing your ass again.” You snapped back.

“Ouch, Y/N. We just heard it’s tryouts for the cheer squad today, and wanted to give all you ladies our sincerest thanks for being what awoke our hormones in first year. Is that so bad?”

“Gross. You’re disgusting.”

“And you’re newly single, right? C’mon, I’m leaving the country after graduation for baseball. Consider it a parting gift,” The baseball player licked his lips and took one tiny step toward you. “I can stretch it out for you,”

Takanobu—who was frozen in horny-for-Y/N-mode by the water fountain—was snapped out of it as soon as a threatening movement was made toward you.

Aone understands very well that this was not a good position for any female to be in, but especially not the most important female in his life.

Immediately, he was in front of you, completely shielding you from the other boys behind his broad, muscular body.

Not knowing how the fuck this giant man can move that fast again, you couldnt help the breath of relief that left you, knowing you didn’t have to fight this battle anymore. Your knight has arrived. Your ex-knight. ☹️

“I’m sure you all have something else to do this afternoon.” Aone stated, trying to be as civil as possible.

The baseball player threw his head back and laughed. “I definitely do…..but she’s just a regular student, not a cheerleader…… so it can wait. Oh, and—totally forgot to welcome you to the dumped-by-a-hot-cheerleader club—we’re all in it.” The baseball player gestured toward the group of boys he was in and they all laughed.

Aone felt his heart break a bit, but his anger didn’t allow him to falter. Girlfriend or not, these boys didn’t respect the love of his life or any female in this school, and it was obvious. Nothing made him more upset.

“Come on bro, tell her to take off the jacket, we all wanna see her new uniform—“ the creep tried taking a step around Aone to get to you, so Aone stepped forward blocking that path, pulling you behind him again.

“Take one more step toward her.” Aone growled in the smoothest voice. You couldn’t see it, but from experience with creeps trying to hit on you when you were together, you could tell Aone had his absolutely terrifying expression on and fit didn’t even mean to. The biggest teddy bear... that turned into your tough grizzly without the tiniest bit of hesitation if it meant protecting you.

“I dare you.” Aone added, for good measure.

Needless to say, like always, the group of creepos saw how serious this giant could be, and then scurried away faster than they came.

It turns out they’re not a fan of Aone’s dares.

You resisted every nerve in your body from acting on your instincts and grabbing Takanobu and kissing him as thanks for protecting you. Fuck, you just fell deeper in love with the man and if we are being g honest, hearing him become so respectfully protective like that, not only made your heart clench but your pussy clench as well.

Aone turned to you and bowed in apology for speaking for you.

You waved him off and thanked him wising words as you physically pressed your thighs together to keep yourself from throwing yourself on your ex and begging him to fuck your brains out like you wanted him to. Like he always did. Truth be told, you are so turned on.

Needing fresh air, right the fuck now—you grabbed Aone’s arm and he allowed you to pull him outside to the empty football field since school was over.

You found a small corner where you’d be hidden from prying eyes and it was a flat enough green surface for jumps and tumbling passes, so you liked it. you asked your beautiful Ex if it was fine to set up here for the audition. Daylight hit the area perfectly.

Takanobu nodded, but then a slight blush fell over his face and you didn’t follow exactly why that was. “What is it?” You ask, using your hand as a visor.

“Ummm,… this spot is fine Y/N. But I just realized that I forgot my flash in the photography studio.”

You shrugged. “Oh! That’s it? Okay, that’s fine. I can just wait here and start stretching.”

Aone’s pale cheeks darkened even more. You tried not to swoon. Oh my gosh he looked cute! But you still didn’t get why forgetting his flash made him so shy.

“Aone, what is it? Is there something wrong?”

Takanobu looked away, willing himself to speak with conviction. “No, I apologize again. It’s just….” He willed himself to meet your eyes, because that’s what his plan told him to do. “Do you mind accompanying me? Uh, to retrieve the flash? I can carry everything, that’s not a problem, but— I just don’t feel comfortable leaving you out here alone just in case that group comes back and I’m not around.”

You inside:

You sucked in a breath, trying so so sooo fucking hard not to shout how much you loved this man! If you were still dating, you would tackle him and showering his face with kisses right now, then probably tug him somewhere so you could drop to your knees and suck the soul out of his dick—that’s how much you loved him.

“Oh, that’s so sweet.” You nodded, pressing your thighs together as you walked his side, in his jacket.

***

2 hours later, Aone is almost done filming your tryout tape.

In the beginning, He managed to distract himself on his phone while you stretched, only stealing glances at you when you were in your splits (at which time Aone accidentally bit his tongue).

Then the middle section of filming wasn’t sooo bad, you had to tell the camera about yourself—in which Aone thought you looked so pretty and thought you didn’t list enough of your good qualities, but he wouldn’t interject to tell you that— he filmed you doing a few technical jumps, some sideline hand-only cheers that you yelled out, and a few tumbling passes, which Aone was able to handle if he was thinking about dead squirrels like Futakuchi taught him. But that was as far as the dead squirrel strategy went for him. It had served its purpose and now Aone was running out of steam, because you had just completed the flyer positions section: where you had to contort your amazing body in flexible positions that literally made his urges to fuck you hard come back, God damnit…

Even though that was tough, Takanobu had a plan to follow and it included being able to spend time with you like this, so he had to put on a brave face and endure it. He was so proud of himself so far—even if he had to overheat in the volleyball sweater he had to put on to hide his protruding cock. It was sunny, not hot, which is good. And it did a great job hiding his crotch, so he wouldn’t dare take it off.

But truth be told, a part of Aone Takanobu felt absolutely foolish for not taking his friend’s offer earlier and cancelling on you. If seeing a cheerleading uniform on you in the past almost made him walk into a pole, I don’t think anyone could imagine how seeing you in a much sexier, college cheerleader uniform that is 2 sizes too small makes him feel now. Fuck.

During the final portion of your tryout video, you had to showcase the choreography they taught you, and well, Aone was…………. He was……………

He was……………………

A/N: Imma try to just come out and say it.

During your dance segment…………………

You are of course, wearing that tiny new uniform, and Mountain Man is so fucking in love and horny for you, and you were also horny so you were unintentionally giving him bedroom eyes, and your dance for the tryout was semi provocative, and you are so flexible and bendy, slightly sweaty from over exertion, and did Aone mention that you are wearing that tiny uniform????

Yeah, this white haired beauty was going to cum untouched.

Why? How? Well:

“So, Aone, for this part, I need you to tell me how I’m doing, Okay? I know you don’t know cheer very well but just in this dance section if I look sloppy or Im going too fast, I’d appreciate the feedback since my future relies on this. Is that Okay?”

The white haired beauty grunted in agreement, the sound actually hurting his throat because it was so dry.

You smiled at him sweetly.

You looked so fucking cute, LostyAone.exe stopped working.

“I need you to make sure the camera is getting my entire body, Okay? So that the judges can judge my footwork too. Can you pan down to make sure you’re comfortable with the movement?

Using the camera, Aone panned down liked you asked and nearly died. He was glad his eyes were hidden behind the camera because they just about fell the fuck out when he caught a really good glimpse of your delectable ass under your cheer skirt. Inside his brain, dozens of little control-panel Aone’s erupted in chaos, running around his brain with towels trying to blow out the raging inferno in there.

SHE IS SO FUCKING SEXY, His mind yelled at him, as if he needed any more of a reminder. TOO SEXY, it repeated, and Aone’s dick twitched angrily in his pants.

DEAD SQUIRRELS. DEAD SQUIRRELS. DEAD—OH, SHE’S SMILING AT US.

Takanobu briefly thought about the fact that this footage was only going to be seen by your prospective cheer captains, coaches, and himself— but he couldn’t help but wonder how he was going to edit all of this together in the time frame he promised he would with only one hand. The incessant desire he had to pump his cock to the look of you in that tiny uniform was practically all-consuming. So when he has to stare at constant footage of you alone in his room this weekend, well............. he’d probably need to take more breaks than he’s willing to admit. He needed this to end, and quick.

“So there is one move, Aone, that I need you to make sure that part gets a tiny close-up of. It’s this part where I flip why hair like this, then I have to run my hands from my neck dowwwwwwwn my body slowly and back up to do a mini chest pump… but that move I am switching it to a mini chest squeeze…, because the coach said she wants her team this year to have a lot of sex appeal and the ability to make the dances their own, so I thought I’d add that to show her I have what she’s looking for. What do you think?”

Wait, Sex appeal? Chest squeeze? As in, squeeze your breasts?! Like how? And Did Y/N just insinuate that she needs more sex appeal ? More than she already…….………..huh🥵? Aone gulped in disbelief. If you had any more sex appeal, Y/N……….. he wanted to tell you. I’d be an absolute dead man. He already was.

You took Mountain Man’s silence as confusion. “Do you not get what I’m saying? Here, I’m thinking something like this.”

And then, if things weren’t bad enough, you showed this poor poor hanging-on-by-a-single-thread-of-composure Aone—the move that you’re referring to in slow motion so that he could recognize it in the dance:

Takanobu was going to lose his mind. Inside, he was all:

And he couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he has what you just did on film.

Aone’s dick throbbed relentlessly in his uniform pants, practically having a pounding heart attack of its own. Luckily, it was hidden under his jacket, telling him loud and clear that this was all he could handle from under there.

“Umm,” Aone started shakily, turning his back to you and scanning the field. He thanked the heavens because he saw the girls entire soccer team starting practice really close to where they were filming, so if anything were to happen and those boys came back to bother you, you could just walk right over to the big group and the coaches. He wouldn’t be gone long anyway.

Not with how worked up he was.

Not even remembering what excuse he made because all of his brain blood resided in his cock right now, whether he said he needed to go to the bathroom or fucking Pluto he doesn’t know—but he finds comfort in the fact that whatever he said, you responded unsuspectingly, saying,

“Oh Okay, sure! I needed a break anyway!” you plopped down on the grass in fatigue.

Good.

Everything in Aone’s mind was a blur until he was inside one of the stalls in the empty boys volleyball locker room, his right hand down his pants before he could even think to unbutton or pull down a zipper, stroking his needy length.

“Ohhhh my God,” Aone sighed, using the immense amount of pre cum on his dick as lubrication. His dick was twitching in his palm as he stroked.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” chanted the middle blocker who does NOT use profanity regularly, shutting his eyes as tight as they could go. Immediately, images of you met the inside of his dark lids, especially this image: over and over and over.

So horny he wasnt even thinking clearly, Mountain Man immediately reached for his camera hanging on a necklace around his neck with one large hand. He immediately scrolled to the dance footage and moaned when your beautiful face and figure met the screen. He stroked himself through the dance you just did that wasn’t even the official dance yet, lidded eyes staring at your pretty face and amazing body in that fucking uniform. A hand job has never felt so knee-buckling.

He replayed the footage.

She’s so hot. Stroke harder. Rewind. Replay. She’s so fucking hot. Stroke faster. Rewind. Replay. She’s so UNBELIEVABLY fucking hottttttttttt. Fuck my hand. Replay, replay, replay.

Within 50 seconds of starting, Aone was releasing so hard into his hand that he was grateful the camera was around his neck because the force of his orgasm made it slip out of this hand.

Breathing heavily as if he had just run a fucking marathon, it was only one more minute later that Aone felt himself hardening again, thinking of you and needing another release. Home. His dick chanted. He needed to go home. Takanobu was so horny for you that he guiltily fantasized about taking the bra you left at his house all that time ago out so that he could paint it white and possibly fuck it, but he somehow thought that was disrespectful and felt a little ashamed for thinking of you so inappropriately while looking at your footage, so he decided not to do that again. Mountain Man cleaned up with a napkin, but didn’t move to leave just yet. He knew himself better than that, so he wrapped his hand around his pre cum lubed cock again, just waiting.

He loved you for so much more than just your physical appearance—Aone knew that—but sometimes how hot you were put him through a loop. Clearly, considering he’d just jerked himself off in his locker room in 55 seconds and was ready to do it again. Unbelievable. You are breathtakingly beautiful.

I can’t believe Y/N….. gave me a chance— What could the most beautiful woman in the world have seen in me? What am I doing trying to get her back, have I SEEN HER? As Aone was greeted with his self-deprecating thoughts again, he thought about your gorgeous face. This made Takanobu began thrusting up into his wet hand impatiently.

She’s so caring. And so loving. And such a force to be reckoned with, God I want to put a ring on her finger and cherish her forever.

Even his self deprecating thoughts couldn’t take him out of how far gone he already was, he almost forgot that he actually had to take off his pants unless he wanted to ruin them completely and chance you seeing him walk back out with a giant cum stain.

With an upsetting growl because his pleasure had to wait a millisecond, Aone roughly unbuttoned, unzipped, and shoved down his pants and boxers, moving so that when he came it would aim where he wanted it to down the toilet. His hand found his aching cock again and he resumed pumping, Aone squeezing at the base and tip and fucking his own fist. He felt just as worked up as the time you relentlessly teased him while studying, but this time you hadn’t even touched him once. He couldn’t believe it.

But then, well, he remembered it was you, so he could.

He loved you for years without you even knowing his name, so logically he knows that seeing you bend and bounce and do the splits in a small cheerleading uniform can easily make him cum in his pants unprovoked.

I want to make love to her soooo badly, Aone thought, feeling a little guilty for thinking of his ex so lewdly. I’d stick my cock so deep inside her unmatched pussy and hear her moan my name so loud until she was having one of her hard shuddering orgasms around me that Aone always managed to give that made his thrusts stutter, fuck fuck fuck. Aone thought about moving those tiny shorts that are connected to your skirt aside and pounding into your tight hole, pinching your nipples and sucking a hickey on your sweet skin. Ugh, he was practically pounding into his first now. It almost hurt, but hurt in a good way. He needed this. There is absolutely no better feeling in the world than being inside you, so he tried to remember it and pretend that’s what he was doing to the best of his ability to throw himself over the edge faster. It worked. His entire body trembled.

Aone bit his juicy bottom lip, actively keeping growls in his chest because he felt so carnal. He wanted you soooooooooo bad, and if you two were still together right now and you verbally agreed, thrice—you’d be in this stall with him, your legs wrapped around his waist as he,— oh god, just the mere flash-thought of you in here with him made Aone thrust into his hand even harder, thinking about your perfect ass under that small yellow skirt, how perfect your tits would look when you freed them out from under that constricting small cheer top (but kept the skirt on), and he thought about how wrecked you’d look because you both knew such a big guy like Aone would need at least three or four rounds until he was sated and you were always so fucking willing for him—

Aone let out a growl he’d been holding in as he immersed himself in the dreams, thinking about how fuck-hot you are when you dance, how amazing your breath sounds when its short and calling his name, the look of that chest squeeze and peek-a-boo’s you practically killed him with out there—and not before long Mountain Man was subject to an array of pleasure zaps shooting from his groin up his spine, making Aone close his mouth and let out a pretty loud “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM..” As he shot cum after cum, spritz after spritz, into the toilet. His second orgasm was so intense that he needed to grab the top of the stall wall next to him with his clean hand to keep himself upright, because his knees were shaking.

Trying to catch his breath and calm down, Aone stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes until his heart beat regulated somewhat. Even though it felt like forever, it had only been maybe 5 minutes since he’d left you on the field chilling. Not enough time for you to even believe that he was pleasuring himself. It couldn’t have been enough time.

Takanobu cleaned up in a hurry—washing his hands four times before returning to you, feeling a little bit lighter—but not enough to say he is satisfied. Considering the fact that he didn’t have sex, Mountain Man would need a few more rounds with his hand to be satisfied. Mountain Man is a big guy and even though he is the kindest person on earth and thinks about buying you flowers and holding your hand, when he’s horny he needs a lot to satiate that hunger.

***

Aone returned to you only 6 minutes after he left, and right away you made his dick semi-hard again, looking so beautiful when you accepted his apology.

“Don’t worry about it, Aone. If I haven’t said it enough.... I really appreciate your help. Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

Takanobu bit back a groan because yes, there was a lot you could do to repay him. Starting with giving him one more chance..... but he couldn’t ask that of you. In any case, he knew what the answer would be right now.

“No, I’d like nothing in return. I am glad I could help a friend, Y/N.” he offered you a slight smile that made you feel all fuzzy inside.

You wanted to melt, he is so sweet, even after you shattered his heart. Your heart was swelling and you couldn’t wait to leave him, just so that you could go home to cry your eyes out for the man you let go of.

“We should finish. It’s getting late.” You collected your emotions and shook out your limbs to prepare yourself for the last section of your tryout video.

***

You performed the dance section even sexier than Aone could’ve imagined, and it made Mountain Man absolute putty. Due to the events that took place in the locker room not too long ago, Aone was able to get past his horny mind numb to recognize that his heart was exploding for you—for other reasons. His heart was bursting due to pride.

He was so proud of you.

You weren’t his girlfriend anymore, but you were still an absolute inspiration to him in that you always chased your dreams. Here he was, giving up volleyball, and here you are—killing your own audition in an uncomfortable costume. Wow. Aone would be sure to edit the most amazing tryout video for you to the best of his ability so that the team would be absolute fools not to give you a scholarship. If you didn’t get it, he’d find some weird way of secretly paying for your schooling anyway, if it came down to it. He loved you that much. But he just knew you’d make it.

When the last take was filmed and all was said and done, Aone was both positively enamoured and positively hard, of course. You looked beyond sexy and flushed, and when he gave you his water and you drank it, some droplet missed your mouth, skidding down your cheek and disappearing into your cleavage. Mountain Man just about needed to run back to the bathroom at that point, but it was time to go home anyway.

You changed and Kusa picked you up, waving to Aone and thanking him with a hug before leaving.

Aone sat in his car for 5 minutes once you left, his eyes closed and his head resting on the headrest, just trying to figure out how he would live with these feelings. He didn’t know if he could. A million questions jumped to the forefront of his mind:

How could someone be so beautiful, so perfect in every way to him?

What did you even see in him the first time?

Is it even worth it to try again?

What happens if his plan fails?

What would he do?

And, because his dick wanted to throw in a question as well: How fucking amazing did you look today?

Is it even possible to be this attracted to someone? Fuck.

Aone’s dick twitched in his pants as thoughts of your pretty smile while you cheered tonight filled his mind, alerting him once more that he has suffered through enough for a lifetime and he needs release again.

Aone raced home after that, unable to get your brilliant laugh and your perfect ass in that skirt out of his mind the entire time.

He’s a mess.

An aroused, lovesick, unmistakably heartbroken mess.

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The Flannel Giant

(Flip Zimmerman x Black!Female Reader)

A Flip Zimmerman One Shot

Rating: Mature

Request: flip zimmerman x black! female reader ?? it could be literally anything im just so desperate 😞💕 thank you if you do and even if you dont thanks for writing ! - @pastelhybristophiliac

Author’s Note: This man is a literal thirst quencher. So this fic did not take long to form. I did take some time to write it cause I wanted it to be as perfect as it possibly could be. Plus, my very first Black! Female Reader fic. Hope y’all enjoy!

Colorado Springs Police Department.

The sign just said it all.

Exhaling deeply, you began to walk towards the building. Your steps were slow, as if you were doubting yourself. And you could not help remembering the phone conversation you had with your friend Patrice an hour earlier.

“But Patrice! Why do I have to be the one to do it ?” You asked.

“Because you’re the one who saw it happen...” She said, “We can’t just let this go...” persuasion was strong in her voice.

“I know ...but-“

“Do you not want to go to the police Y/N?”

You paused. For she caught you there. “Maybe...” You began, as you twisted the phone chord “Can’t trust those pigs”

“Not all of them are...” Patrice said, “Ron isn’t a pig. And even his coworkers are nice”

You scoffed. “Maybe that’s cause they all know you through Ron”

“Just go will you” Sighing, you nodded to thin air. “Fine”

Unwilling to break the promise, there you were, walking towards the building. With another deep breath, you entered with a cause.

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“Ma’am? Can I help you?”

A man in uniform inquired upon seeing you in the hallway. Directed towards the Intelligence Division, you stood there confused in the hallway. You noticed his name tag: Sgt Trapp.

“Uh yes Sergeant...” you said softly, entering the room he gestured you into, “I’m here to see Ron Stallworth”

“Oh, I’m sorry but he’s not in today” Sergeant Trapp replied.

As you glanced upon the empty desk next to you, you realized he was right. Embarrassingly, you sighed heavily. But that realization came at a cost when there was a room full of men at work, possible detectives typing away reports in their typewriters. Yet now, they were all looking at you.

Except one particular person, who kept busy with his files.

All this staring made you quite uncomfortable. But being a black woman, this was nothing new.

“It’s just that...” you began “I was told to give a statement...” you continued, “... about the attacks that ...that happened last Friday” taking a deep breath, You added , “...during the Black Student Union meeting”

Suddenly, the sound of scribbles were stopped, and the occupied man looked up from his files. As you only saw his back, you could only notice the full head of raven locks that was filled with.

“Flip...” a grey haired man addressed the raven haired man, “...aren’t you working on that case too?” Standing up, Flip finally turned to face you.

“Yeah. Why don’t I-“ He paused, a few seconds upon seeing you, “...take...your statement” He said softly, his eyes never leaving your sight.

It had been a while since a man had left you with quite an impression. You thought you were so hard to please.

Until that very moment.

He was taller than the others in the room, almost gigantic. His dark blue flannel shirt along with the leather holsters complimented his wide shoulders perfectly. With his raven long hair elongating his face, you swore you were breathless.

And surprisingly, you weren’t intimidated by the room anymore.

“Flip Zimmerman...” he said in his deep, soothing voice, “Please. Take a seat” ushering you to Ron’s seat as the sergeant pulled it out for you.

“Thanks...” you replied, “Y/N Y/L/N”

Like a spell wearing off, the others quickly resumed working as Detective Flip Zimmerman took your statement.

His pace was comforting, you felt calm. You answered all questions with confidence and detail. But at the same time, you wondered how you were able to maintain that whenever he looked at you. You could tell he listened to you with intent. And whenever he was not jotting down notes, his eyes were always on you.

“...and just like that...they just ran off from there” you said, crossing your legs.

Reaching out to one of his files, Flip took out a photograph. “Did they happen to look like this?” He asked, showing it to you. In the effort to being polite, you merely leaned forward to look. Your eyes widened.

“Yeah! They’re the ones!” You replied with enthusiasm.

Snapping his fingers, Flip nodded. “Knew it!” He said, looking at his partner, “Jimmy, Ron was right...” he muttered softly.

Jimmy looked at you. “Okay...” he said, “Thank you Ma’am for coming in...I think we got all that we need”

“We did?”

“You did?”

Realizing you and Flip both inquired Jimmy in unison, you could not help but stifle a chuckle. And you hide it well. Clearing his throat, Flip began as he looked back at you.

“Yeah...we did” he said, standing up, “Thank you...Miss Y/L/N?”

Smiling warmly, you stood up in kind. “Yeah ...Miss Y/L/N...” You said, as you exited the room.

Smiles were abundant on your face as you walked out of the precinct, which was quite the contradiction compared to a few minutes before. Quite the interesting interaction it turned out to be. And you weren’t the only one to agree.

“Man...” Jimmy began, watching you walk out, “She is a beaut, huh?” “Mmm...”

Flip merely acknowledged as he sat down. Looking at his partner, Jimmy was no fool to not notice.

“Well well...look who’s getting chummy now?” he said, inciting a chuckle out of Flip.

“Fuck you, Jimmy” he said while laughing, trying to hide his subtle blush.

“No really Flip...“ Jimmy teased, “I’ve never seen you like this...”

“Fuuuck Youuu!”

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Days went by. And all was just as it should be. You carried on with everything.

Except, there was a new distraction in your head.

Detective Flip Zimmerman. The Flannel Giant.

The mere thought of him made you smile to yourself every single time. So much that sometimes you’d get in trouble when others asked you what was wrong.

“Y’all! she found herself a brother to love. All good!”

You’d smile shyly and cleverly move on to another conversation. You did not know how everyone would feel about you having a soft spot for a white man. Let alone a white police detective. But it wasn’t for you to choose. You couldn’t steer the heart. The heart steered you. And you did not mind.

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The soapy bubbles covered your hand like a glove as you washed the dishes over the sink. The radio softly played in the living room on a Thursday afternoon.

The ring of the doorbell forced you to finish the washing with haste. You wondered if it was Patrice, needing a textbook for class. Wiping your hands with your apron, you opened the door, only to find yourself lose your breath.

For it was Flip Zimmerman standing there.

“Ms. Y/L/N” he said softly, giving a soft smile. You involuntarily smiled back.

“Hey” you breathed, “Wait! How did you know where I live?”

“You gave it to us...” Flip said, “When you came to the precinct”

“Oh...of course”you chuckled embarrassingly at your own carelessness, “Please...come in...”

You found it surprising how you just let him in without even asking the purpose. He was just that easygoing.

“I’m sorry about this I was Uh...washing dishes...” you said embarrassingly as you invited him to sit on the sofa.

“Yeah Hehe...I can tell...” Nodding, Flip chuckled, watching you toss away the apron and sit on the armchair across from him.

The detective had come bringing forth good news. The two perpetrators behind the attacks were indeed members of the organization. Thanks to your valuable information they were arrested and will be tried. A huge wave of relief washed over you upon hearing the news. You couldn’t help but clasp your hands together with happiness.

“Oh, Detective Zimmerman, this is just wonderful”

“Flip...” he corrected in an instant, “you can call me Flip”

“Okay...” you nodded, “Flip” you added with the sincerest form of affection.

With lips parted slightly, Flip nodded back. As if he was in mid contemplation.

“Anyways, Thank You very much for your cooperation Ms. Y/L/N”

Your heart sank upon hearing those words, when he stood up to leave.

“I-I’m so sorry I couldn’t even offer you a beverage” you said, standing up“You came all this way-” “Oh no no...” shaking his head, the flannel giant responded, “I was in the neighborhood”

Unwillingly yet enslaved to politeness, you made your way towards the door.

With your grip on the handle, you knew this could be the last time you’ll ever see him again. The case was closed, faster than you imagined.

“Thanks do much for coming, Flip” you said, halfway opening the door. “My pleasure, Ms. Y/L/N”

“It’s Y/N...” this time you took the opportunity to correct him. “Y/N...”

His voice, you never heard it softer than you did just then. Standing merely inches away, he stood so tall before you. As your heartbeat began to quicken, as your cheeks started to burn, you knew the effect this man had on you was no joke. You did not want this to be the last time.

With the blink of an eye, his face seemed to appear centimeters away ,only to glue his lips on yours. And that was when you knew he felt the same.

The kiss was gentle. It was sweet and innocent. His facial hair sent shivers down your spine. But that just the first taste.

Lips were met once again for more experimentation, signaling your hand to push the door back and lock it tight.

The silent attraction that was developed between both parties from the first meeting seemed quite evident now.

Flip’s masculine hands made themselves home on your waist, moving behind to grab onto your buttocks. The way his hands felt you, made the white cotton of your short dress seem nonexistent when he pulled you closer to him.

Jumping into his arms felt effortless as he held you with ease. With your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck, you were comfortable as expected, body lines fitting with his like puzzle pieces.

The sounds of heavy breathing and kisses began to infuse with the soft sounds of the radio. Making himself comfortable on the couch, Flip was hospitable with you straddling him.

The kisses grew heated as his tongue caressed your own, deepening its connection and weakening you by the knees. Your moans echoed within him, urging you to hold him tightly by the collar. Indulging in pleasure, your body was naturally inclined to roll your hips against him.

But, all plans seemed to fly out the window when the telephone rang loudly, forcing both of you to pull away with surprise. Stretching out, you clumsily grabbed the phone.

“H-hello?”

“Y/N? It’s Patrice”

“Oh hey!” You greeted her breathlessly, keeping your balance as you held on to Flip.

There was a slight pause.

“You alright?” Patrice sounded serious as she inquired , “You sound weird”

“Yeah yeah I was just uh....dancing”

Covering the bottom half of the phone, you playfully slapped Flip on the shoulder in order to stop him from breaking into loud laughter.

“Oh...anyways, you coming tonight for the party-”

“I’m busy...” you cut her off, “Sorry Pat. Busy night tonight”

Finally hanging up, you blushed deeply upon seeing Flip‘s eyes that burned with desire. For there you were, with lips so swollen, straddling a man you barely knew oh so casually. Shyly, you allowed yourself to fall back on the couch next to him.

“Well...” Flip began, panting “this was-”

“....unexpected?-“ you guessed, panting alongside him.

“...Great...” clearing his throat, he revealed his final answer ”...this was really great”

Giggles erupted out of you in response , only to stop when he leaned towards you. Fully meaning well of what he just expressed, his lips greedily captured yours, enabling you to catch his scent easily while doing so.

“Bet your partner is wondering what’s taking ya so long to get back” you breathed into his lips, as he pulled away once again “Do you think he knows something’s up?”

“Maybe..” he said, staring at the wall ahead of him in thought. “Or maybe...with the case successfully solved, you invited me out for a drink....” Flip added, looking back at you, fueling inspiration, “...only if you wanted to-”

“I want to...” Your answer, it was so quick, so certain. And hearing his response was simply worth answering.

“Good...”

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jetsetlife138 · 5 years ago

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Imaginary - Chapter 6

Rating: Mature for this chapter, but Explicit in future chapters

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Summary: A mysterious device throws you into the animated world of Hazbin Hotel. Once an average human living in a three-dimensional world, you’re now transformed into a two-dimensional human that has been cast into Hell. Pentagram City’s residents are curious and most harbor ill-will towards you. Charlie and the staff of the Happy Hotel take you in and offer you protection while they try and figure out how to return you to your world. That is… until you come across a certain Radio Demon with different intentions. Warnings: Manipulation, Language, Awkward Situations

Previous Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

Tags: @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice @edgy-drama-queen @chasingfireflies1999 @galaxy-meteor @cecidit-31 @shadowclawstudio88 @utterly-disappointing @opheliuva @trinswhimsys @skylarhedges @whogavebrynjolfpermissiontobehot @sailor-earth-1

After your tiff with Alastor, you stomped off to seek the solitude of your own room. Dealing with him was infuriating and confusing. He had a way about him where even though you couldn’t stand him, you sometimes found yourself craving his company.

Maybe you were a masochist. That would make the most sense for why you were so fucked up and had weird, conflicting feelings about the arrogant demon.

The next day when you returned to the library, you were not at all surprised to see Alastor there waiting for you. Before you could even negatively comment on his presence, he held his hands up in surrender. “My dear, I owe you the sincerest of apologies. My behavior has been abysmal, and I am quite ashamed.”

You narrowed your eyes, suspicious of his sudden change of heart. His grin widened at your hesitance. “I’ll admit, I’ve gotten carried away during our prior interactions. Let me assure you, I only have the best of intentions. I would like us to be comrades. After all, as previously established, we can help each other. I am still dedicated to helping you return to your world.”

“Whatever, Alastor,” you brushed him off, pinching the bridge of your nose, your patience lacking. “I really don’t have the mental capacity for this right now. Just… keep your pervy hands and weird opinions to yourself. That’s all I ask.”

His lips peeled back further to make his already creepy grin look even more sinister. “Of course, my dear. As you wish.”

You weren’t stupid. You’d be a fool to think that he was being genuine, but at the same time, he was one of the most powerful beings in Hell. As you had already concluded, it couldn’t hurt to let someone like that help you, even if he had selfish intentions. It was just a matter of not falling victim to his advances.

Yet again, the two of you hit the books, making yourselves comfortable on the couch. Much to your relief, he stayed on the opposite end rather than crowd you with his overbearing presence. Instead, he kept to himself, humming softly as he skimmed through the pages of the books, seemingly content with the tedious task of research.

After intricately combing through five different books on magical travel, your eyelids started to get heavier, no longer able to concentrate. Not long after, you found yourself dozing off, your limbs going slack as you unintentionally slid down on the couch until you were met with a cushioned surface, enabling you to soundly fall asleep.

It wasn’t clear how much time had passed. It could have been merely a few minutes, or several hours. Either way, you were extremely comfortable and didn’t feel like moving.

Unfortunately, a voice nearby caused you to stir, interrupting your glorious nap. “Al, you soft son of a bitch.”

“Good evening, Husker. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Alastor’s voice sounded odd. Deeper and strangely close by, whereas Husk was clearly speaking from another part of the room. Still, even knowing that others were present, you couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes, the allure of sleep keeping you content.

“How long you been sitting here like this?” the cat demon snickered.

“Oh, it’s difficult to say,” Alastor sighed candidly. “To be frank, my friend, I wasn’t quite sure what to make of the situation.”

Husk’s deep laughter echoed softly throughout the library. “So your aggressive approach didn’t pan out, huh? What a surprise. Always knew your bark was worse than your bite. Now you’re just a teddy bear.”

“Is there a reason for your visit? If so, I do wish that you’d just get on with it. I do not enjoy being mocked.”

“Settle down,” Husk prompted. “I’m not here to ruffle your feathers. I was coming to relieve you and help out the girl with research, but seeing as you’re so comfortable, I guess I’ll just be on my way.”

“Do not leave me here,” the Radio Demon warned, the static in his voice thickening with subtle rage. “Do something. Now.”

“You’ve slayed Overlords. You can’t manage to push a weak human off of your shoulder?”

“Husker.”

“Alright, alright,” he relented, sensing Alastor’s tone. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”

A firm pressure on your shoulder followed by an abrupt shake quickly alerted you to the situation that you were in. Eyes fluttering open, you tilted your head back to see that you had been pressed up against Alastor, using his body as a pillow.

You immediately shot up, giving yourself a head-rush as you did so. “Oh… Uh, Alastor, I’m so sorry. I didn’t…”

At a loss for words, you felt your cheeks reddening with embarrassment as you glanced at Husk who had an amused expression on his face.

Quickly rising from the couch and stretching his limbs, Alastor brushed off your apology. “Think nothing of it, my dear. I am glad to be of assistance, and I hope that you are now fully rested.”

Okay, what the hell? Who was this new Alastor? He went from being perverted and possessive to kind and charming? No, something was off. There was no way that his personality could have changed so dramatically overnight, but now was not the time to interrogate him about it.

“Yeah, uh, much better. Thanks. I’m… going to go take a shower,” you muttered, trying to find any reason to leave the library immediately.

Before either Alastor or Husk had a chance to respond, you practically sprinted out the door and ran for your room where you plopped face-down on the bed and released a muffled groan. You were slightly convinced that you were dying of embarrassment and that was the real reason you were trapped in Hell.

Sighing heavily, you eventually got up and took a cold shower, washing away the essence of Alastor that might have clung to you when you laid on him. Shortly after, you dried off and walked back to your room, shocked to find Charlie and Vaggie waiting for you with concerned expressions.

“Um, hey?” you greeted nervously. “What’s up?”

Vaggie narrowed her eyes and scoffed while Charlie took a more delicate approach. “So, listen… we’re so glad to hear that you’re becoming more and more comfortable here, but…” she trailed off, not sure how to proceed and turning to her girlfriend for help.

Crossing her arms, Vaggie stated bluntly, “Don’t hook up with Alastor.”

Mouth agape, you struggled to find the words to convey your bewilderment. “Um, I’m sorry, what ? Why the hell would you say that? I have no intention of spending more time with him than necessary, let alone that .”

Rolling her eyes, Vaggie countered, “Look, it’s no secret that he’s taken a liking to you. He’s a determined little shit and he will try to charm his way into your good graces. His whole persona is based on his ability to manipulate. It’s just better to not get involved with him. If I had it my way, he wouldn’t even be allowed in the hotel, but what’s done is done.”

“Okay? What exactly does that have to do with me hooking up with him? You don’t think I have more restraint than that?” you questioned, still unsure as to why they were upset.

Charlie interjected again, easing the tension. “We’ve seen you with him and things seem to be getting very… friendly. Husk told us you slept with him…” Ugh, it was like Angel’s prior accusations all over again.

“ On him,” you clarified defensively. “We were doing more research and I passed out on his shoulder! That’s it! Listen, I don’t trust him any more than you do. You don’t need to lecture me about staying on guard. That’s all I’ve been doing since I arrived here.”

Charlie bit her lip and gave you an apologetic look while Vaggie’s expression softened a little. “We didn’t mean to ambush you,” Charlie added. “We just wanted to make sure that you were okay and that he wasn’t forcing you into anything. We’re still getting to know him ourselves.”

“No, it’s fine,” you replied, waving your hand dismissively. “I get it, and I appreciate it. I didn’t mean to come off as bitchy, I’m just… stressed, I guess.”

“Understandable,” Vaggie chimed in, no longer appearing as hostile as she did a minute ago. “We’re still looking for answers on how to get you back to your world, and I can only imagine how terrifying and crazy this has been for you, but we want to make sure that your head is in the right place. Stay away from Alastor.”

“You called, little moth?”

Turning towards the entryway, Alastor stood proudly, twirling his staff nonchalantly in his hands.

Growling, Vaggie snarled, “Do you really have to be here all the time? Don’t you have somewhere else to be? A seedy back alley, perhaps? Busying yourself with souls to torment?”

“Ha!” he exclaimed, amused by Vaggie’s unwavering disdain for him. “Darling girl, this is where my priorities lie for the time being. Fear not, I have no intention of interjecting into what I’m sure is a very fascinating conversation.”

“Then why are you here?” she snapped, flexing her fingers angrily like she was trying to hold back from choking him.

Widening his permanent grin, he turned his attention to Charlie before replying cooly, “It appears you have a visitor.”

“Me?” Charlie asked, perplexed.

“Yes, my dear,” he confirmed, resting on his staff that he had stopped fiddling with. “Your guest is waiting for you in the parlor.”

The three of you began to head towards the door to see who had arrived, but Alastor whipped his staff out in front of you, preventing you from going any further.

“No, no, no, darling. Not you.” Charlie and Vaggie didn’t seem to notice as they continued out of the room, leaving you alone with the Radio Demon.

Eyeing him skeptically, you asked, “Why not?”

He almost looked… nervous? You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it was an uncharacteristic look for him. Though his smile remained, his demeanor wasn’t his usual arrogant and unbothered self. “Believe me when I say that it is in your best interest to remain here.”

Worrying your lip, you replied, “Alastor, I really don’t think that it’s a good idea for you and I to be alone together anymore.”

Tiling his head to convey his confusion, he asked, “Oh? And why is that?”

Swallowing thickly, you muttered, “I-I just… um… people are starting to think--”

Before you could finish your thought, an unfamiliar voice was drawing nearer, distracting you.

“...permission to enter my own hotel? Foolish daughter. You may work here, but this hotel is mine, as is everything else in Pride Ring. Now, where is our exotic guest?”

Though he was playing it off well, you noticed how Alastor went rigid as the voice got closer. Listening more intently, you could hear multiple sets of footsteps along with Charlie begging, “No! Dad, please just listen to me! Don’t--”

Not a moment later, a strange, yellow-eyed demon burst through the door, beaming right at you, followed by a very nervous Charlie. Vaggie was nowhere to be seen.

The excited demon was taller than you, though not as tall as Alastor. He was as pale as Charlie with similar rosey cheeks and blonde hair. He was adorned with a white and red tuxedo with dress pants and a cane with an apple on the end. His toothy smile was just as wicked as Alastor’s, and left you with a queasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Ah, there you are. Look at you!” he proclaimed before surging forward and taking your hands in his, pulling you harshly towards him.

You stumbled forward, tripping on your own feet but managing to find your balance before he danced around you, inspecting you closely. Quirking a brow at him, you weren’t keen on the idea of someone looking you over so intimately.

Catching you off-guard, he suddenly reached forward and cupped your face with his hands as he ran his thumbs across your cheeks. Instinctually, you smacked his hands away, just as you had done previously with Alastor. “Seriously? What is it with you demons and lack of personal space?” you snapped, now seething with irritation.

He stood back, clearly surprised by your tenaciousness. “Feisty, aren’t we?” he chuckled, fiddling with his bow tie before straightening his posture. “Oh, we’re going to get along just fine. I can see that.”

“I’m sorry,” you replied with exasperation. “Who are you?”

Smiling wider, he answered, “I’m Lucifer, the King of Hell, my delectable little human. And you’re coming with me.”

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if-the-crown-fits-translate-it · 4 years ago

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Duchy Conversation 7

[The following transcript details the conversation is between one of the Crown ARG Discord members and Duchess on Twitter]

Donti: “Hello! Long time no chat! Sorry about that.. I was. Lost for a while.”

Duchess: “We all lose ourselves, at times. Fret not- we are always here, little bird.

My sincerest apologies if my responses are somewhat delayed tonight. I am still growing accustomed to my... New circumstances. Typing is a bit tricky.”

Donti: “Oh no! I heard about that, you lost your sight? (I’m speaking to Duchess, right?)”

Duchess: “Correct and correct. Not entirely, though. I still have one eye intact.

The loss is inconvenient, but I certainly could have sustained worse, so I do not consider myself unlucky. I can live with this.

How have you been, little bird?”

Donti: “Oh, that’s a new nickname! Its cute! I spent most of my time getting lost in the tunnels :/ Its been so long since I saw the stars.”

Duchess: “I see. How unfortunate. If nothing else, one should always be afforded the simple pleasure of a clear night sky. I hope that your future brings you many more, to make up for those you have missed.”

Donti: “I hope so too! It always makes me feel happy! A little piece of home, even if I don't know where home is..”

Duchess: “Tell me, Donti, do you happen to know of the story behind the North Star? It is one of the few stars which always appears in the same spot every night and by far the brightest. Sailors, travelers, and all other kinds of journeying folk throughout history have used it as a guide to finding their way home, like a compass. Because of that, they call it the homeward star. Imagine; through so many hundreds of thousands of years, one little star has been guiding millions of people home.

I wonder, little bird, if you could see the sky- where would your homeward star take you?”

Donti: “I know the North Star always stays in place while the rest seem to rotate around it... I wonder where my star would take me too.. I’m still looking for it, I'm afraid. It'll be nice to find and follow it someday.”

Donti: “How have you been,,, apart for the eye. Has your family been treating you well?

Duchess: “I hope you find yours, as well. Perhaps ours might lead to the same destination?

As for myself, I suppose everything has been fine. Duke has been lovely as ever. The rest... Well. All families have quarrels, no?”

Donti: “It would be nice if we met at the end of the journey.. But as for your family, anyone in particular?

that quarrel with you, I mean”

Duchess: “Do not waste words playing coy, dear. I know that you and the rest of the flock have heard some version of the story by now. You wish to know my feelings on king after our little scene the other night, correct?”

Donti: “Yea :)c My flock is very curious to see your opinion, especially about King! But they would like to know anything about the rest of court! They’re worried about you all!”

Duchess: “Of course. King is... An interesting individual. I was unaware of her abilities until the first confrontation we had, where she used them to menace Duke, so I suppose I do not have the most generous opinion in regards to that. However, as of now, I consider us even. She felt I had invaded her privacy and been unfair towards her, and she violently threatened my brother- twice- and took my right eye. I have no conflict with her at the present. I have no idea how she feels towards our standing, but as long as she does not continue to endanger my brother, I would consider our affairs sorted.”

Donti: “Well.. It’s nice to know you two are even?

Oh! another thing!”

Donti: “You and Duke are fond of nicknames, huh! He has "lamb" and you have "bird" which both line up with flock!

Is there,, something behind that?”

Duchess: “Ah, yes. I do delight in bird imagery, and the icon of this website made a good opportunity.

But, little bird, you recall our arrangement? A secret for a secret.”

Donti: “Oh! It’s time for the exchange? What would you like to know? :)”

Duchess: “I will only ask you for one, as your query about my naming habits was rather inconsequential.

You told me in the past that you seek a place that feels like home, and that you have not been there in some time.

When exactly was the last time you felt that you had found your home, little bird?”

Donti: “Hm.... Well, whenever I look at the stars, home is there. But we all know real home is with family, and I left them behind a while ago. I envy you? you know? you're so close with your brother.”

Duchess: “I understand, dear. A house without warm hands to hold you is as cold as any other. As I've said before, my brother and I were not nearly so close before our coronation!

You know, if I may confide in you for a moment; you are perhaps my favorite of the flock, and I see in you certain qualities that would be greatly appreciated by the rest of the family, as well.

I cannot tell you where your star must lead, Donti. But, have you considered that you might be close to that home already?

Consider this an informal invitation. Sooner or later, the Crown may offer you a nest within our walls, and I would urge you to consider it. You would never be without warm hands to welcome you, here.”

Donti: “So..? the nicknames?

That's,, a kind offer... A home would be nice. But the tunnels house my friends you see, and it's a trek from the mansion

I would hate to lose them”

Duchess: “Ah, well, who is to say that they could not one day join you? We never know what the future may hold.

As for the nicknames... Well, as I said, mine comes from the logo of the website. But if you would like to push further, I suppose it was inspired by the nature of our roles, here.

The Crown tasked us with this account for a reason, you see. We are to keep an eye on the outside observers, and perhaps find new family within your ranks. This is why Duke calls you lambs- he sees us as your shepherds. As for me, you already know my affinity for birds. I suppose it was a mix between the preexisting imagery which inspired me, and the fact that you all flit around and sing, removed from the ground where we stand.”

Donti: “ And as for the nicknames... I didn't know you were assigned here! I assumed you just used this as other court member use their blogs!

Maybe, maybe. Maybe home is with you all? Only time will tell, I guess :o”

Duchess: “Do you have any more questions for me, little bird?”

Donti: “Hmm... What about your opinions on other court members?

(that aren't King or Duke )”

Duchess: “Interesting. I will tell you, if you tell me this;

If the Crown were to approach you at this moment and offer you an invitation to the family, what would you say?

Do not fret, little bird- there are no wrong answers to this. I am simply curious. :)”

Donti: “I.... Don't know.. I don't know I truly don't know... How can I leave my friends.. But what if it's truly home? I honestly would be torn.

I'm too.. Lost. To choose”

Duchess: “Interesting. I appreciate your honesty.

I hope that you find your homeward star soon. We will always be here, if you decide it leads to us.

Now, the family... Well, the Crown is kind and generous. Perhaps a bit too amicable, in my opinion, but one must not bite the hand that feeds.

I do not know the Jester well, but he seems a lovely fellow. He was one of the only ones who seemed to actually understand my reasoning during the family meeting the other night and did attempt to defend me, which I greatly appreciated.

I am suspicious of the Baroness on my brother's behalf- he told me that he felt betrayed by her, and while I do not fully understand what happened, I am biased to put at least some trust into his claims. Truthfully, however, I have nothing against her myself.

I suppose I am rather indifferent towards the rest. Of course, I care for them- we are family, after all. But I fear I have yet to get to know them all fully, as of yet.”

Donti: “Ah, I guess that's one problem with a family so big.. People start to quarrel..

As for the honesty, I do my best not to deceive others..

... Say.... Have you, ever broken a promise before?

Duchess: “Ah...

Little bird, you are full of surprises tonight, aren't you?

I... Do not remember doing so, no. I do get... This feeling, that maybe... Well. I suppose that could be... Never mind.

You seem to have something on your mind, dear. Why do you ask?”

Donti: “A while back,,, a friend of mine,,, or a person I talked to. Was, scared about was we didn't know was an inevitability..

I promised them that we'd find a solution. But nothing ever worked... We tried so many things, Duchess.

And so, the inevitability happened.. And the promise was broken.

What if that happens to my other promises, Duchess?

Do you know that guilt?”

Duchess: “I see... I am sorry to hear that, dear. To make a promise you cannot keep is heartache enough. To make a promise that you want to keep, but are unable to carry out... There is a special kind of pain in helplessness.

But we cannot fault ourselves for the winds of fate, little bird. We cannot know the future. If you did all that you could, then you could have done nothing better. For what, then, do you blame yourself? That you wished to give comfort to a friend? Promises are made on intentions, not absolutes. That you fulfilled your intention is what matters. Que sera, sera, Donti- what will be, will be.”

Donti: “You're right.. But it still breaks my heart to think about it. If promises are intentions... Don't intentions change on a whim? What is the use of a promise of it isn't absolute?”

Duchess: “The use of a promise depends on your value of honor, I believe.

Why do we take the word of a kindly shopkeep over that of a scoundrel? Some people hold themselves to higher standards, dear. Intentions can change, yes, but only if you choose to let them. If you hold yourself to the things you say, you will never be a liar.

Perhaps you made a mistake, then. You will make many, many more- such is life. But if you fear every turn in the road, you will never be able to reach your destination. You must make those choices. Even if they are wrong, going somewhere is better than staying in place.

We cannot change our past actions, little bird, but we can always forgive them. Self-hatred breeds self-doubt. Be kinder to yourself, and the person you used to be, and you may find that confidence comes with a little more ease.”

Donti: “That is,, sound advice.. I'll take it to heart. Thank you

Unfortunately.. It's getting,, late for me, and my friends have been hounding me to get enough sleep. Until next time?”

Duchess: “Of course. Sleep well, little bird.

May you find your north star soon.”

#on:twitter #by:duchy #by:duchess #if the crown fits

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fan-fantasies · 5 years ago

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Truth Hurts (Final)

A/N: My sincerest apologies for the delayed update! School and work became my life over the past few months and I haven’t had motivation to write. I found some motivation today and banged this one out so I hope you enjoy. For those of you I’ve kept waiting and have stuck around, I’m sorry again and I appreciate your support! -Heather

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Swearing, smut

Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Part Twelve

The week of bed rest was coming to an end and the team was due back tomorrow. Bucky had been extremely helpful and things seemed like they were getting better between the two of you. While you did your best to try and keep any negative feelings down, you knew that eventually the two of you would have to sit down and talk about everything like adults.

You couldn’t be in the field with him and not be able to trust one another. You couldn’t live with him much longer without settling things. How you were supposed to do that exactly you didn’t know.

Bucky didn’t know either. The week was going so well and part of him wished to just ignore everything that happened and continue to move on. But the more reasonable part of him knew that there were still things that needed to be resolved.

It was dinner time and he made your favorite- he wanted to end the week on a high note. You sat across from one another in comfortable silence, or at least you thought it was comfortable. Tension was gnawing away at Bucky’s insides.

You noticed that he was biting his lip more than he was his food so you sighed.

“Buck, what’s wrong? You’ve barely said a word all day and you’ve hardly touched your food,” you said breaking the silence. He set his fork down and thought for a moment, looking for the right words to say.

“I’m sorry,” is all he said.

“Sorry for what?” You asked. You really hoped that he wasn’t going to bring up what you thought it was.

“For fucking this all up, whatever this was. I really am sorry and I want to know how to fix it.”

“There’s no fixing it, Bucky. It happened and we need to just find a way to move forward so we can at least work together on the same team again. We weren’t ever really good at that to begin with,” you chuckled. He didn’t share the same amusement.

“Is that all you want to be? Teammates?” He asked. You could see that this was hard for him, expressing himself so openly.

“I-I’m not sure,” you answered.

“Well what am I supposed to do with that answer? You’re the one that said we have to move on and that’s what I’m trying to do,” he said. You could tell he was getting annoyed because you weren’t saying what he wanted to hear but he had to understand where you were coming from.

“Bucky, please. You and I hated each other. Then we had a weird little period of passion and then it was ruined. We’re upset over losing something we never even had,” you answered. It was easier to pretend like your feelings never existed or weren’t real rather than try to work them out in your opinion. You still felt something for Bucky but you were scared to let him in.

“We has something and you know it,” he snapped. You sighed and stood up from the table, taking your empty plate to the sink.

“Whatever we had, James, you broke,” you said without turning to face him. You heard his chair push back and footsteps coming toward you. You spun around and put your hand up.

“Might I remind you why I did what I did? I though you were off with someone else too. It’s not like I’m a mind reader and could’ve known what you were doing,” he yelled.

“Even if I did go off to fuck him that’s how you retaliate? That’s so childish! And I refuse to be with a child!” You both took a step towards each other as your volume went up.

“I made a mistake! People makes mistakes. No ones perfect. Except for you apparently!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked.

“You think you’re better than me, you always have!”

“Bucky, you know that’s not true. I’m not better than anyone. I understand that people make mistakes but that was such a fucked up thing to do! I’m scared, Bucky. I don’t know if I could ever trust you not to hurt me like that again. I don’t think I’m willing to take that chance,” you said. You saw the pain in his eyes and you felt it too.

“I’m willing to try, (Y/N), and I’ve never been willing to do that for someone before. I can’t promise I won’t fuck up from time to time but I promise I’ll never do anything like that again,” he said taking a step toward you.

“I don’t know, Bucky,” you sighed.

“Just give me a chance,” he said.

“I need to think about it,” you said. “What if whatever we had was just an in the moment thing? What if we end up hating each other worse than before?”

“I never hated you. You confused me and my feelings came out the wrong way,” he confessed.

“The wrong way? Bucky, you made me feel so bad about myself sometimes I find it very hard to believe that there wasn’t some animosity there,” you scoffed.

“So you really hated me?” He asked. He was only inches from you now and it made your heart race.

“Can you blame me? You were horrible to me,” you said.

“Is that what this is? Punishment for everything I’ve done?”

“What? No! This isn’t punishment, I just have to think!” You yelled.

“You can’t hold my past against me,” he snapped. You knew that he had a lot of issues with people holding his past against him but this was completely different. You didn’t care about his Hydra past, it was his one with you and the Avengers that concerned you.

“For fucks sake, I just need to think!”

“But I love you!” He screamed. Everything fell silent.

“You what?” You mumbled.

“Nothing,” he said quickly.

“No, that’s not nothing!”

“Just forget I said anything.” He started to back away but you grabbed his hand.

“I can’t forget that. I can’t forget any of it. Bucky, I just need time. Can you give me that?”

“I’m scared. I’m scared that if I give you time you won’t come back to me,” he admitted. He pulled you into his arms and cradled your face with his metal hand. You leaned into the cool sensation.

“I’m confused. I don’t know what to do,” you told him.

“Let me prove to you that I’ll treat you how you deserve to be treated. We’ll take it at your pace for as long as you need to,” he said. You stared into his eyes and saw that he was being honest.

He leaned down slowly and you let him. You let him capture your lips in his. You hated to admit it but you had missed it- him and kissing him.

You both melted into the kiss as he picked you up and set you on the table. He settled between your legs with his hands on your waist. You tangled your fingers in his hair as you pulled him as close as possible. You wanted him to consume your senses so you could think about nothing else.

His hands slid down your thighs and pulled your legs around his waist. He was snug against your core and every time he’d shift it would send shivers through your body.

“Bucky, please. Touch me,” you begged.

“What about taking it slow?” He asked.

“I don’t care right now,” you said before pulling him back into the kiss. His hand found its way to your pants, quickly unbuttoning them and sliding his hand down them. His fingers found your clit right off and he started to rub slow circles around it. You moved your hips because it wasn’t enough. Months of tension needed to be released and you needed it sooner rather than later.

“Bucky, I need you,” you moaned. Your body was aching from your injuries but the pleasure outweighed the pain. Bucky removed his hand from your pants and gave you both time to undress. Bucky stared at your bruised body with sadness. You pulled him in for a kiss, sweet and reassuring.

He lined his cock up with your entrance and slid in slowly, inch by inch. You moaned as you felt him stretching your walls. He pulled back and snapped his hips back to yours. He slowly built up his pace and you knew it was because he didn’t want to hurt you.

“Harder, Bucky, please,” you said in a breathy voice. He started to thrust faster, his hips intent on hitting your sweet spot. He pulled your legs up higher and the tip of his cock nudged your g-spot. “Fuck yes!”

“Hold on, doll, I’m almost there,” he said. You closed your eyes and threw your head back but his metal hand wrapped around your throat. “Look at me when I make you cum on my cock.”

You forced yourself to open your eyes and stare into his. He looked like pure sin above you. Lips parted with breathy moans falling from between them, hair slicked in sweat, with eyes intent on giving you pleasure.

“Bucky, I’m gonna cum.”

“Good, be a good girl and cum for me,” he told you. He snapped his hips a few more times and you were gone. Pleasure filled your veins and your head was in the clouds. Bucky stopped as his dick twitched inside of you, finding his own release.

He slowly pulled out and went to grab a towel to clean you off. You sat there breathless- and speechless- for a moment. You looked at the clock and noticed it was getting late and that the team would be back soon.

“We should probably get dressed before someone accidentally walks in,” you said. He pulled you into his arms and held you.

“Or we just go to bed and lock the door. That way no one gets in,” he chuckled. You smiled for the first time that night. “I meant it.”

“Meant what?”

“Everything. That I’m sorry and that we can take this at your pace. And that I love you.” He pulled back so he could look you in the eyes.

“I have feelings for you, Buck, I just need some time,” you told him. He kissed your forehead and smiled.

“Take all the time you need, doll.”

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honeyhenry · 5 years ago

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Traitor - b.b. (part 6 - FINAL)

A/N: this is the last proper part to this series, however I am keen to write an epilogue or little drabbles/hcs about this little universe so pleeeease feel free to request! I hope you enjoyed this series, I myself have loved writing it and it has challenged me greatly! Love you guys for all your support!

catch up here: part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5

“I think it’s best you leave, James.”

He blinks. “what?”

“You heard me, James. Don’t make this harder. Don’t pretend that it’s not what you really want.”

His brow furrows, stepping forward towards you with a thousand questions on his lips. Before he can even attempt to speak - to disagree, to argue - you continue.

“You've been waiting for an excuse to go and here I am handing it to you on a plate. Obviously I didn’t want this to happen but you accusing me of this...it kills me...” your harsh façade fades and causes you to shrink back slightly, speaking the next words in a whisper; “you’re killing me, Buck.”

The soft nickname makes his heart ache, knowing that clearly you’ve been fighting this feeling for a while, and now you’re not ordering him to leave - you’re pleading.

“Doll-” he starts, and despite your wearied broken hope in him, you give him a pointed look that makes him think twice. “Sorry. Y/n...please hear me out...i swear it’s not what im trying to do. I’m not trying to get away from you, or Jamie-”

“How do i know its not what your subconscious is trying to do Bucky? I had to convince you that you deserved a relationship, and then that you would be such a great father and you have been the best...and here i was thinking i wouldn’t have to tell you all that again for the next one, but it seems your subconscious has come back to bite us. I can’t keep telling you how good you are at what you want, when it seems like you don’t even want it anymore. That you don’t want us anymore.”

If his heart was broken before, it’s now shattered into a million pieces right in front of you. He feels so vulnerable and in the worst possible way, the way that allows for you to slip through his fingers and leave. All because of his stupid insecurities, which ironically have now ended up being the cause fulfilling each thought fuelling his nightmares.

“I do! Baby i swear, i just panicked, about JJ, i freaked out and I should’ve never accused you...it hit a nerve, with you and Steve. It’s my worst nightmare and I swear...I swear me being like that and accusing you? It’ll never happen again. Doll please.” Bucky tries to reach for you, wanting to tilt your head towards him tenderly and let all be forgiven.

You’re not going to be so quick to forgive.

You want a fight. You just want him to fight for you.

“Yeah too right it won’t.” You turn to the kitchen and he follows as you wipe your hands on a towel before getting out some milk for JJ. The young child is always hungry, and so feeds from both your milk and some extra formula to keep him content and full. You know its Bucky’s altered genes that has given you such a little greedy guts, but he’s happy, healthy, and round as a squish, so you were content too. And it meant Bucky could feed him too, something he adored doing.

Facing the sink, you clean out a bottle. Your back is to Bucky now, and just as he's about to speak up again, you find yourself crying again. He silently moves over to you and ever so gently, touches your waist.

The muffled sob you let out makes his heart break, and he places his forehead on your shoulder sighing and holding in his own tears.You smell of baby powder and exhaustion, while he is a source of warmth and strength.

It’s almost as if he’s holding you together.

“Please baby, don’t tell me to go when I know you. I know you want to beg me to stay but you can’t because it’s me who fucked up and you’re the strongest person, the best person I know. I’ll make it all back up to you and more, everything you want, you deserve it all and more from me. I’m so sorry doll.”

As you both stay there, holding each other, navigating your emotions towards his apology to the whole situation, Bucky’s movements stutter, and you feel him tense up behind you.

He remembers your words from earlier.

“The next one” you had said, and he repeats it with a mumble before he experiences a moment of full realisation.

He completely stills in his movements. he knows you so well, even if there has been a momentary lapse in communication and contact up until this point. Bucky slides his hand from your waist to your stomach and feels a heavy guilt burdening his heart with the thought of you questioning his loyalty at any time but in particular such a time like this. His large hand covers your abdomen and he nuzzles his face into where your shoulder meets your neck, trying to get you to give in. This will do for now, he thinks.

“The next one will have a father who knows his worth in the family...doll I had no idea”

“You weren't supposed to. I only found out this morning...you threatened me James, how was I supposed to tell you?”

“You were going to let me leave while you had JJ to look after and another baby- OUR baby in your belly...honey please, talk to me.”

“I thought..maybe I’d tied you down too soon, or you weren't really that type after all. Sometimes when I’m convincing you, it’s for my benefit too. I love you Bucky but i think that means setting you free for what you’re destined for.”

He doesn't even miss a beat.

“Bullshit. You’re what I’m destined for, and I’m sorry i ever made you doubt that” he turns you gently so you’re facing him and he’s still just as close, lips right above yours, his eyes watering, praying you’ll take his sincerest of apologies as he bares his soul in the kitchen, the water heating up for JJ’s milk the only sound reverberating through the downstairs floor.

“I.....I really don’t want you to go, and it sounds selfish but i need you, Buck and i need you to trust me and be trusting in yourself for being the best man you can possibly be. For me and JJ, and now this little one too” you offer a small, somewhat hopeful smile as you place your hand on his as he softly rubs your stomach.

He swallows thickly, and replies with full honesty “I swear doll, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, and JJ, and little peanut Barnes here, too.” He looks up again, the two of you noticing how close your lips are and wow he wants nothing more than to kiss you. However he knows you better than to chance his luck right now, and so he asks his next question. “How far along?”

“Only 6 weeks, I haven't told anyone, and I’m not planning to yet, especially Steve and- yeah.”

Bucky nods, understanding.

“Good plan, darlin’”

He looks deep into your eyes as the milk machine finishes, glancing once again at your lips, and so you quickly take the chance to turn around before he can give in and ask for a kiss, or maybe even steal one if he’s fast. He’s got some making up to do, but you have a feeling you’ll be giving and receiving plenty of kisses later that night when Steve takes JJ for a spontaneous sleepover.

You fill up the milk bottle and head upstairs, followed by Bucky who gazes at you fondly every second that he’s physically able to.

You enter the nursery with the milk, all smiles looking at your handsome boy in Steve’s arms. JJ is properly giggling and he has Bucky’s sweet toothy smile that only the people currently in the room (plus very few others) have had the pleasure of truly seeing.

“Oh there’s my boy!” you exclaim “you smile just like your Daddy now that you’ve got those two big teeth coming through! Come here angel.”

Bucky looks to Steve as he hands over his precious Godson to you, and then looks back to you making yourself comfortable on the rocking chair feeding JJ his bottle.

Steve watches fondly at the small family during such an intimate time as feeding, grateful that the Barnes family allow him to stay. He finds hope that he will experience this very thing himself someday, with his own wife.

Bucky looks up at his friend, and offers a small smile, a token “thank you” as a comfortable silence fills the room, only halted by JJ’s rhythmic suckling and a splutter before the baby omits an almighty burp against you.

Steve smiles back at Bucky, just as all your laughter calms down, as if to say; ‘told you so - he’s definitely a Barnes.”

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zensbae · 5 years ago

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Emotions rule over the night

~{What if you ignore Jaehee and go to meet Zen in secret when it first comes up? Spoilers for Zen's route}~

Pairing: Zen x mc

General - slice of life, bit of fluff

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You've just wrapped up the last of your email replies for the day, it's getting late.. you look out the window of the apartment to see a full moon begin to rise, "Wow, it's so beautiful.. I wonder what Zen's up to?" leaning back in your computer chair, you sigh softly.

Your phone ringtone suddenly sounds off, screen illuminated with Zen's name and profile picture. You smile and flick accept, but in the process you launch your phone off the desk and onto the floor beneath you.

Scrambling out of your chair, picking it up, you bump your head on the desk, "Aaaiish-!"

"Is everything okay, Jagiya? Did I call at a bad time..?"

"No, no it's fine! Sorry I threw my phone when I went to answer;; I was surprised you called. Uhm, I was literally just thinking of you.." The words tumble out as you try to stand up again.

"I was looking at the moon and thinking of you too, Jagi." He says softer than his usual tone.

A warm tingle brushes your cheeks, "No way, that's what I was doing when you called, we really are connected aren't we?"

A soft laugh escapes his lips on the other side of the line, "I told you, physically we may be apart, but we're always connected~"

"Well next time I want to call you first, lovely Zen~"

"Aah, I really like it when you call me that.." He says with a sigh. You can imagine him blushing, which makes you blush.

"Oh-! Hey, so, the reason I called is... I meant what I said before about not listening to the others. I really want to meet you.. what do you think of that?" he breaths out wistfully

"Yes!! I really want to see you! But do I go to you, or do we meet in the middle since you can't come to me?" You say, leaning forward in your computer chair, elbows on your desk.

"We could meet for coffee in the middle, and go from there?" Zen says,

"Hmm, let me see.." You say, pulling up Zen's address from his fan page, he's actually pretty far away.

"There is a SirenCoffee at [names the address], that is about halfway, I think.."

"If I took the subway I could make it that far.." he says

"Uhm, is that okay with your ankle though, am I being too inconsiderate..? We can meet closer to you.." concern beginning to nip at your conscience.

"Babe, my ankle will be fine, I want to go to you so badly I couldn't stand it if I didn't try. I would rather go closer to you regardless, a lady shouldn't really be out late by herself.."

"Oh, you meant tonight?!" You gasp and stand up from your desk

"Yeah.. i-is that too soon?"

Twisting your hair in your fingers, you bite your lip, "No, I just thought maybe you meant tomorrow.."

"The reason I was thinking tonight, is it's less likely one of the others might see us or notice our absence from the chat?" He puffs out a breath, and inhales again, it sounds like he's outside.

"Zen, are you smoking?"

"Yeah; I'm sorry, I can't help it right now, Jagi. I'm tired of holding still.. I can't exercise, or practice the dances for my new role.." he admits begrudgingly, you hear him sniffle, "I've never had to be so still before, it's hard. I'm kind of pathetic, right?"

"No, never! Cheer up, Zenny, I want to see you tonight.. so put your cig out and get ready to go to the subway station."

"Oh! Oh my God, really?!" You hear some shuffling, the scratching of a cigarette being put out.. a door opening, "Umm.. but I meant it when I said I didn't want you going too far at night;; Let's meet closer to you."

"Okay so how about we meet at [address of closer SirenCoffee], is that too far for you?"

"No, no not at all! I work close to there fairly often actually!" He laughs, "So.. what do I look for so I know it's you?"

"I can't tell you, it's a secret~" you quip, getting a whine out of the actor in response.

"B-but Jagiya, that isn't faaair, you know what I look like.."

"You'll just have to wait and see~! I'm getting ready to head out now, see you soon!"

"Okay see you soon, babe!" he responds

You smile to yourself and hang up, so you can start getting ready.

~*~*~*~

You've been walking about 5 minutes, and you hear your phone ping, a text! It's from Zen, he sent a selfie of himself waiting for the train, it makes you blush because he sent this one to you personally and not in the chat room.

You reply, ">_< I'm almost there, warn me next time you're sending a selfie so I don't fall in the street!"

You get a, "Ooh, Jagi!! You should be more careful, this is a problem.." in response.

"Or you could not send me selfies when you're going to see me in 10 minutes?" Laughing, you roll your eyes and tuck your phone back in your pocket.

First one to arrive at the coffee shop is you. Ohhh, this is perfect, you think to yourself.

Sitting at one of the tables facing the street, you flick your lock screen and wait, he's sent you several more texts. This boy is going to be the end of you, making you giggle at your phone like an idiot in public. You get engrossed in trying to bypass the app to get a teaser pic sent to Zen.. should you just send a text directly to him outside the app? That should work.. but what kind of pic do you send?

...

A familiar voice hums out behind you.

Turning to look, you see that handsome face you've grown attached to.

"Well? I found you without seeing a picture! Are you impressed, jagiya?"

"Is that why you texted so much?" a tinge of red dusts your cheeks, "but wait- how did you sneak up on me with crutches?!"

"I've been practicing~" He winks at you.

You gently extend your hand to him, "I'm mc, it's a pleasure to meet you~" taking your hand in his, he gently shakes it.

"Aaah.. it's so nice to meet you. You're cute.. so much cuter, than what I imagined." he grins at you, a light blush dusting his cheeks as well.

Zen is so stunning in person, his silver hair shines in the light, giving off an ethereal glow. He's wearing a charcoal grey hoodie, white v-neck t-shirt peeking from underneath, and black jeans. His frame is lean but toned, just the perfect balance. The crutches and boot cast look so out of place.

"Wooow, you're so handsome in person... ah, but where are my manners? Please sit! Let me know what you want to order!" You say, gesturing to the seat.

"Aaa, it makes me so happy hearing that from you, thank you Jagiya~"

He takes a seat, you move aside to take his crutches and lean them against the wall beside him. He gets his wallet out and palms money off to you, "I'm taking care of this, so don't worry about the cost for yours, okay? I'll just have a hot coffee with a splash of cream."

That smile, it makes you weak in the knees. Is this real, is he real? You just smile and nod, turning to go to the counter. Feeling his gaze on you makes you smile, and suddenly you're too aware of yourself at the same time. So you order an iced drink, cause it's hot in here.

Bringing the drinks back to your table, you place his in front of him, "It's because you smoke isn't it? Isn't that the cliche.. black coffee and cigarettes?"

This gets a laugh out of the actor, "Doesn't it break the cliche because I had cream added though?"

"Potentially.."

"I want to quit, you know.. it's just hard, I've done things on my own for so long I need a fall back when the stress gets to be too much. So I smoke, and I drink beer at home." He lets out a sigh, "Is it not admirable that I do those things, and not seek out worse things for stress relief?"

"VERY admirable yeah! For as attractive as you are you aren't a player" You stifle a laugh, and clear your throat, taking a drink of your coffee.

"Ohhh this is good! Do you want to try it??" You ask leaning toward him. He nods and takes your straw in his mouth, "Mmm.. cinnamon?"

"Yeah! It's not too overpowering and it highlights the taste of the coff..ee-" You're staring at his lips. Indirect kiss. It's so cliche, but it doesn't stop your face from flaring up.

"It's sensible, like you.." he smiles gently, cupping his face in his hands, the look he's giving you is adorable, "Aaah.. this is what I needed, I'm sorry for bringing you out when it was getting dark, Jagi.. I needed to see you."

"Honestly, I needed to see you too. Jaehee's not wrong to act the way she did, but it was starting to wear on me.. is this actually okay, Zen? For us to be seen in public like this?" You search his eyes, being met only with the sincerest warmth.

"If it's what I want, it's fine, besides if anyone asks we can just say we're friends." A light smile plays at the corners of his lips, as he goes to take a sip of his coffee.

Pondering, you ask, "Are we just friends?"

"Well I want to be more but.. I want to give you time to get ready, and I want to be ready to protect and be beside you.. properly." He lets out a deep sigh, "I knew you were a good person the moment you showed up in the chatroom.."

"Thank you for believing in me, Zen.. I've honestly never done any of this before, it's been exciting, and I feel like I belong somewhere for the first time.."

Gleaming at you, Zen takes your hand in his once more, "You make sure and tell me if there's anything or anyone that bothers you, mm?" You feel like you could cry, why is he so sweet and considerate when you just met him?

The two of you talk for a few hours, long after your coffees are finished. It's only when you're informed the store is closing that you realize how late it is! Good thing the trains run until midnight. Helping get Zen his crutches once again, the two of you set out into the brisk night air.

Of course, he insists on walking you as close as he can, but you decline.. it's not that far and besides, Zen has a train to catch!

"I'm really bad at goodbyes.." you admit, looking to your feet

Zen leans forward, "Babe, look at me.."

"Yes?" Sheepishly, you meet his gaze, level with yours.

"Thank you for tonight, I mean it.. thanks to you I can face forward with a smile on my face, and so can you, yeah?"

"Yeah.." You offer him a smile

"Good girl.. now hurry home and text me when you are safe inside.. okay? Bye, Jagi!" He gives you a little wink and turns to walk away.

You reach out, hugging your arms around his middle, "Goodbye Zen, thank you for tonight and I'll talk to you on the messenger later!" you can hear his heart ba-thump loudly in response.

As you turn and walk away, you glance back, and Zen is standing there, his cheeks flushed watching you walk away, "ZEN, YOUR TRAIN! GO!!" you shout back laughing, as he waves and turns to go.

When you get back you text him like he requested, humming to yourself you save the selfie he sent to you before.

Within the next day Jumin says he's sending you to see Zen, but neither he nor Jaehee know you've already met. It's your secret and you can't wait to see handsome Zen once more. ❤️

~{I've had a pretty rough week, but writing zen x mc cheers me up, so here's something inspired from a text I got when I was playing}~

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prurientpuddlejumper · 5 years ago

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A Deep and Rapid River, Ch. 5 [18+]

<-Chapter 4 | Chapter 6 ->

Summary: Things get smutty up in the hayloft.

You are quaking with anticipation to check on your guest after a long day away from him. After Bess turns back down the road and disappears, you head straight toward the hayloft—but your mother is waiting on the front porch, and the twilight is not yet dark enough to conceal you from her watchful eyes.

“You should have asked Ferdinand to stay for dinner,” she suggests. “Go run after him!”

“It was Bess who walked me home,” you correct. “Ferdinand will no longer be courting me.”

Hearing this, your mother exclaims in surprise, making an incredible fuss, until her shrill cries summon your father—a gruff, ever-disappointed grey-haired man. In this case, his sour nature works to your favor. He silences your mother with cruel disinterest in your love life, and insists that you will not join them for dinner, as punishment for falling behind on your chores. You’ll have to pack your meal in a napkin and bring it out to the barn so you may eat as you work.

They can’t figure out why you’re so cheerful.

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“It’s me,” you call out, climbing up the rickety wooden ladder. The animals cluck, bray, and moo for your attention, but you hear an ominous nothing from the loft. That he had been discovered was your greatest fear, but surely you would have heard some commotion about town if that were the case. Still, you find new reasons to fret—is he passed out in pain? Did he believe himself abandoned and flee? What if the entire encounter was some kind of delusion brought on by head trauma after all?

Peeking over the wooden loft floor, you are relieved to find him dozing, leaning back against the stacked bales of hay, surrounded by barn cats. The felines are curled up next to him, in his lap, and climbing his broad shoulders, competing over his attention. He looks up as he hears you enter.

“I've made friends!” he beams, delicately scritching behind a tabby’s ears as it purrs. “These delightful little creatures make the most wonderful noise!” A tortoiseshell perches on his shoulder, rubbing her head against his withered cheek.

All the tension and worry you had been holding since you first returned home vanishes, and your face erupts into a broad grin. “It’s called purring,” you explain, crawling over to join the very image of an Egyptian pharaoh revived in his tomb. You displace one of the cats from the coveted spot by his side, and he gives an annoyed mew. “I’m relieved to find you well, and in good company. How did you fare?”

“Long was each minute I awaited your sweet return.” He strokes your cheek, eager to touch you again. You melt into the rough palm, closing your eyes. “Your absence pained me, but I was graced by mercy and fell unconscious for most of it. I slept I know not how long. When I awoke, this gentle creature,” he pets the tortoiseshell cat, “sensing my plight, came to tend to me. Soon she introduced a friend, and before long I was surrounded by purring companions. They are not the most conversational company, but they seem unaware of my deformity.”

“They’re usually more cautious around strangers, too,” you add. “Cats always see right to the heart of things. They can sense you are trustworthy.”

“They greatly eased my loneliness. Even without them, this beautiful place is too lovely to accommodate misery such as I have endured before now. Through this window, I can watch the wind ripple through the fields of hay like waves on a lake, I can hear the river, whence we met, rushing through the woods, and admire the white-crowned peaks in the distance. Light streams airily in through the boards, driving away all dark thoughts and fears I may entertain, as if I am among the heavens! And now that you are here with me, I feel as Adam in the Garden:

Nor gentle purpose, nor endearing smiles Wanted, nor youthful dalliance as beseems Fair couple, linkt in happie nuptial League, Alone as they

“Though my creator I yet do not extoll, so many sensations of pleasure, so many benevolent emotions flood me, I am at last at peace.”

You can only stare at him in admiring stupor. He thinks your crummy barn is Eden—worthy of reciting Milton. The smallest things bring him such joy, you can’t help but be drawn to him and his youthful innocence. And he sees you as Eve. Are you any more worthy of such esteem as the barn? He has no concept that you're poor, or that he should want for anything greater. What will happen when his naivete is replaced by worldly understanding—when a barn is just a barn, and he learns that you are nearly as much an outcast as he is?

Shoving those fears aside, you sling your pack off your shoulder, and remove the bundle of food. The cats sniff the air and jump down to investigate as you spread open the napkin. “I brought some bread and cheese for dinner, along with roast parsnips. Would you care to share it with me?”

“Oh, my beloved angel,” he sighs. “Baked bread! It has been long since I have dined on such rich fare. Are you certain you have enough to spare?”

“Of course!” You rip through the golden, crackling exterior and hand him half.

His eyes glisten at the sight of food, but he is barely able to take a bite before his countenance crumbles into despair, and he begins to weep. “I have never been treated so lavishly. This is too much. I... I don't know how to ever... repay…”

You put down your food so you can climb into his lap and snake your arms as far around him as they’ll reach. When you’re on top of him like this, you can almost reach his face, and with his head bowed low, you’re able to put your lips close to his ear and whisper, “It's alright.”

He wraps you up possessively in his arms, like a child clinging to a stuffed toy for comfort, curling his chin over your head, completely enveloping you. “Mine…” he murmurs into your hair, so softly you barely hear it. Tears drop onto your shoulders. “Everything is so wonderful, I fear I will awaken to find this was a dream, and I am still alone and miserable. Please, stay mine. I don't want to wake up... I don't want you to go away…”

As he speaks, you can feel the deep vibrations of his voice through his ribcage, and the convulsing of his lungs with each soft sob.

“It's alright,” you repeat soothingly.

He sniffs and clears his throat. “Yes, of course.” He releases his python grip on you, and wipes his eyes with the palm of his hand. “You must tire of me falling apart so readily.” His black lips try in vain to form a smile. “But how can I ever show sufficient gratitude for one of such noble grace as yourself to take pity on so low a beast as I? I have nothing to offer except my sincerest love and adoration.”

You place your hand over his, interlacing your fingers with his long, slender ones. “Your healthy recovery will be thanks enough. And… your love.” Your cheeks flame hotter, and you both quickly look away from each other. One of the cats is nibbling on a wedge of cheese. You shoo them away, thankful for the distraction.

****

After making quick work of dinner, you leave him to recover while you do your chores, bringing all the animals into the barn to be fed, milked, and settled in for the night. A mop of dark hair hangs down from the loft where the creature watches you intently.

You smile up at him, and he scrambles back behind the horizon of the floor, hiding. A moment later he returns to view, blushing sheepishly. He’s not used to being seen when he observes people.

He seems fascinated by the animals and their care, though he lets you go about your work without interruption. Once every hen and cow is nestled away in its proper place, their straw bedding refreshed, and their water buckets filled, you climb back up to the creature. His eyes brighten, but he stops himself before moving toward you. You can read the timid tension all over his face: he wants to scoop you into his arms, but he isn’t sure if he ought to—if it would be welcome. You curl up in his lap, giving a contented grunt of exhaustion, and pull his hands over you, as if to say, “yes, touch me.”

He runs his hands through your hair lovingly, picking out stray bits of straw. Then his hands explore. His rough fingertips brush the warmth of your neck, where your pulse beats against them. They delicately trace your collar bone until hitting the collar of your dress, then follow the edge of fabric down the low neck line. Light goosebumps raise along your flesh, and your breath comes out a shiver. His other hand begins caressing you all over. His hand slides down your back, lower and lower, over the curve of your rump. You gasp as his fingers reach between your legs, pressing the fabric of your dress tight against your cunt, and you jerk in surprise.

He quickly removes the offending hand and stammers an apology.

“It's alright, I just wasn’t expecting it.” You were ready to fall asleep in his lap, but now you are wide awake.

“Am I too bold? My heart burns to touch you, to consume you like a fire... But if it is contrary to your desire or will, then I shall be sated, and put away all prurient thoughts. Please, instruct me how I may behave to best please you."

You bite your lower lip. “I think.... you should unrestrain yourself and do as your heart burns to.” Your heart races with excitement, wondering what his uninhibited passions will incur. “If I want you to stop, I'll give you a signal, OK?"”

He shudders, giving a polite nod as he strains to maintain an air of gentility, before surrendering entirely to baser impulses.

He hungrily slides his hand back between your legs while the other caresses your jaw. A finger slips between your lips. You run your tongue over the callused pad of his fingertip, tasting the salt and hay. A moan escapes his lips and his other hand grows bolder in response, running down the inside of your leg until it reaches the hem of your dress at your ankle, then drawing up again, bringing your skirts up with it.

He spreads your legs apart, and begins playing with your heat through your thin undergarments. His breath grows excited and ragged as he watches you writhe beneath his fingers.

“Is, is this still OK?” He gaps between breaths.

“Shut up,” you moan, pulling his face down and silencing his worries with a hard kiss, whimpering against his lips as your hips thrust against his fingers. He stares with fascination as you react to each touch.

“I want to please you,” he pants, black lips close against your ear. There’s a hungry fire in his voice, raspy and low, “the way you used your mouth on me before. What if I used my mouth to in the same way for you—would that give you pleasure?”

No one had ever offered to do that before, but his fingers felt so good, the thought of what his tongue might feel like in the same place sent waves of hot electricity down your spine. “T-that sounds nice,” you nod.

The moment you finish your reply, he snatches you up into his arms like you weigh nothing. Your undergarments are torn off in a flash, strewn carelessly on the floor. He sits you on top of some hay bales and kneels between your legs, spreading them. He isn’t sure what to do exactly, but he’s enthusiastic to try. He kisses the inside of your thigh, sucking until the skin turns red. His tongue extends. He licks tenderly at your entrance, making your fingers curl around a handfuls of hay. Encouraged by your breathy gasps of approval, he deepens the licks, sliding his long tongue into your opening, stretching you open, filling you. It’s big. Of course it is; he’s huge, and all his parts are proportional—it’s as large as a normal man’s cock, and more flexible, hitting new and sensitive places as it writhes inside you. He grabs your hips, bringing you up and down, impaling you on his tongue, fucking you with it. You are so wet, and not all of it from his saliva. What he’s doing has you dripping.

“You taste incredible,” he murmurs between thrusts, lapping up your juices.

Then he starts teasing and sucking on the tender flesh between your legs. His mouth discovers a bud of flesh above your entrance, and instantly you throw your head back and cry out, your back arching into him, your senses exploding with pleasure you’ve never felt before. “There,” you whimper. “Right there.”

Obediently, he darts his tongue over it, flicking quickly and lightly, until you're begging for more.

“Is this alright?” He pauses to ask.

“Don't stop!” you practically snap.

You cling to the back of his head, pulling him back to your clit, holding him where you want him. Enclosing his mouth around the sensitive spot, he sucks at it, hard, drawing it into his mouth, licking at the same time, and you cry out so loudly you fear someone may hear. You clap a hand over your mouth, keeping the other clenched in his inky hair, biting your palm to quell the screams that want to erupt from your throat. He sucks harder, responding to your body, your hips convulsing into his mouth.

You keep him on your clit, intoxicated by the working of his dark, thin lips and tongue, feeling the heat inside you building toward climax, but the vacancy now throbs to be filled. He slips a finger inside. You release a deep, melting moan, bucking your hips to take more of him. “More,” you beg. He moves the finger in and out, in and out, coming out wetter each time, while his mouth works at your clit. “More. More. More. More!” You realize you’ve been repeating it, begging and whimpering, like a mantra. Both sensations at once overwhelm your senses, driving you precipitously toward the edge until you break, hard, coming into his mouth, digging your nails into the back of his head, clenching and spasming around his soaking wet finger, as ripples of heat flush throughout your body. You don't let go of him until the last spasm is through, and you fall back, body shivering and panting, onto the hay.

****

His body curls protectively around you as you lay together in the barn. He strokes your hair so gently, so lovingly, it’s easy to forget his size, his strength. It’s impossible to imagine him capable of hurting anyone. Hard to imagine why anyone would ever be afraid of him.

You feel so comfortable and safe alone with him. You wish the world were safe. You wish you could introduce him to the world. But the villagers thought you were strange already, and if you showed up with a “monster” at your side...

You find yourself staring at him. How could anyone see a monster? He's not so horrible. Not at all. You reach out and touch his face, running your thumb idly along a scar on his forehead. It's one of the seams where Victor Frankenstein sutured together skin that he stretched over a work of musculature and ligament, which in turn was built on a scaffold of stolen bones. This fact was both easy to forget, lost in your feelings for him, and the most defining aspect of who he is: the source of all his misery.

"You are thinking about how he did it?" He interrupts your thoughts, noticing your faraway look and the way your fingertips linger on the imperfections of his skin.

“I—um…” you blush.

His watery eyes dart away, and his arms, which had been curled around you, curl around himself instead. “W… what were you thinking?”

“Nothing! Nothing bad.”

For some reason that seemed to sting more than reassure him. “Ah. Of course. You behold nothing poor in this wretched form,” he says bitterly.

“You must know that’s true, after what we just did. You must know it doesn’t bother me.” You stroke his arm, avoiding the bandaged shoulder. “It’s a lot to think about, that’s all. Before you showed me those papers, I thought you had been in an accident, or born with a defect… some extraordinary, but natural explanation. It’s fascinating. You really are something special.”

His face scrunches up, alternating between anger and sorrow, as if a war is being fought inside him. Finally he takes in a deep breath, and lets it out slowly, quieting whatever battle he was in. “I used to think… if just one person cared for me, it would change everything. I could be happy. But it still hurts. I continue revolving like Copernicus’s heavenly spheres, with agonizing periodicity. Despite your apparent love for me, your every effort to console me, I fear you. I find it impossible to sustain the belief that you… that you could desire my proximity, tolerate the profanity of my touch… But you reassure me again, and in your closeness my desire for you overpowers me. I become inflamed by passion, insensible of any defect. Who I am is perfect, in those moments. Then it becomes too much, and I remember what a vile, miserable thing I am. I become angry. Suspicious. Vengeful. The most hideous parts of my soul reveal themselves, until I can take no more, and collapse under a sorry so heavy I can never escape from it. And then you reassure me again. When will I cease this miserable orbit round and round?”

You cuddle closer to him, intertwining your legs with and his, sitting halfway up on your elbow to look him in the eyes. “You're new to all this. It’s not unusual for someone in your situation to feel unsteady.”

“How many people in my situation have you met?” He raises an eyebrow with a soft, breathy laugh.

“Ok, fair. I'm just saying, I understand. It takes time to adjust.” You smile. For everything he said about feeling trapped in a cycle, he just managed to stay calm and laugh at you when a minute ago he seemed about to fall apart again.

“Are all humans as wise as you?”

“Well, I read a lot of books,” you laugh. “Trust me, you're not nearly as crazy as Hamlet”

You stay in his arms, quietly talking, nearly napping, until the moon is high, and it has been too long to excuse your absence from the house on chores. You force yourself to rise, willing your limbs to part with him, against their every instinct to remain. His hand stubbornly remains locked with yours.

“Must you go? You cannot sleep beside me again?”

“I must. If I stray from my routine, it will draw suspicion, and if you are found here with me, I don’t know what will happen. I won’t put you in danger.”

Streams of silvery moonlight cast a single square window of light on the black floor and pierce the aged siding of the barn in narrow slashes, giving a haunting funereal air to his cadaverous features and the sorrow in his slumped shoulders. An animal yowls in the distance. He breathes in a deep and ragged breath, that rattles on the way out. “I know.”

He lets your hand slip through his.

“I don’t want to go, either.” You leap into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips, and kiss him again. “My quarters are right there” You point out the window once he sets you down, indicating the room. “It looks out toward the barn, so you can signal me if you need anything. Let me know right away if you’re hungry, or thirsty, or if your wound feels hot or starts seeping, or if you feel anxious at all, or if—”

He squeezes your shoulders to stop you. “I will be alright. I have lived on my own with far fewer comforts around me.” He plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “My only distress shall be the sharp pining for your presence at my side.”

“Alright. Good night, my dearest daemon.”

Your bed never felt empty before. Tonight, it is unbearable.

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