#and i was like wow is he holding up some chair legs??

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: Anon request - "could you do a smut based on the reader and colby being good friends, but she secretly likes him, they do the q&a vid where colby admits to being a dom and then something happens with him and the reader after the vid and he like proves what he said?? hope this makes sense"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, dominant!Colby, sub!y/n, mentions of alcohol, dirty questions being asked, flirting, use of pet names - daddy being one of them, rough unprotected sex, choking, oral (both), breeding kink?? Cream pie,, hair pulling, scratching, semi forceful actions, filth

Disclaimer: All of the questions expect for the kinks question are made up, along with the answers. Also sorry in advance if this isn’t my best work.

Word count: 4.4k | not edited

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"What's up guys. So as you can see, Sam has changed a little bit." He laughs as he motions to you sitting next to him.

You laugh and shake your head. Colby smiles and looks back into the camera, "No, Sam is actually behind the camera today."

Sam peaks around, showing his face extremely close to the camera, "Hello." He stands back up, sitting back down in the chair and Colby claps his hands together, "Well now that Sam got his three seconds of fame, let me explain why y/n is here."

You cross your leg over the other and lean back as he speaks, "I thought it would be fun to do a little Q and A, but not only on my personal channel, but with one of my closest friends, y/n."

Colby turns to look at you, "Y/n. Don't be rude, say hello." He laughs as you gasp, "Oh, gosh. Sorry." You wave, "Hello everybody."

"Thank you." Colby laughs and reaches down, "So.. you all know mine and Sam's drinking question Q and A stuff, so I figured we'd do the same here." He looks over at you, "You know how this works?"

You nod, "If I don't want to answer the question, I have to take a shot?"

"You catch on quick." Colby chuckles and sets a shot glass on the table, "So.. Sam went through our little twitter thread and picked out some good questions to ask us, from you."

"Now." He glances over at you, "I know I said they're for me, but we can accommodate with having y/n here, right?" He looks over at you and you smile, "Sure can."

You liked Colby. Not as long as you knew him for, but you've started to like him way more than a best friend over the last few months.

You were nervous, because you knew his fans are ruthless when it comes time asking questions about whether or not he likes being tied up, and since the questions are also for you today, what are you going to do? Lie?

"Alright." Colby's words snap you from your thoughts, "Let's get started."

"Okay, first question." Sam clears his throat but you cut him off, "Hold on, Sam. Sorry. Colby you have.." you reach over, pulling a piece of fuzz from his purple colored hair, "Fuzz, or something."

You wiggle your fingers as it floats down to the floor and you look up, "Sorry. Continue. That was just bugging the hell out of me."

Colby smiles, "Thank you."

You nod and Sam clears his throat, "Alright. First question. If you could design your own superhero costume, what would it look like?"

You raise your brows, "Wow I thought these were going to be bad." You laugh and Sam quickly follows up, "Just wait."

"Oh." You laugh and shake your head, "My super hero costume would definitely be something like.. oh gosh. I don't know. Like a mix between Wonder Woman's and Black widow? If that's even possible."

Colby nods, "Nice. Nice. Like a black bodysuit type thing with the tiara that wonder woman wears?"

You look at him, "I think so, maybe not having pants, but longer sleeves definitely and maybe a boy shorts type bottom and of course the tiara."

"Sick." Sam says with a nod, "Colby?"

Colby thinks for a few more seconds, "Definitely something like Spider-Man, maybe not a mask, but something I can wear under a button up and just rip it open and save the day." He points, "Definitely more black and a royal blue color."

You smirk, "Instead of the spider, have a big C and B on your chest in cool letters, that would be sick."

"Yeah, yes!" Colby snaps and points to you, "I like it."

You laugh and look back at Sam, "Alright. Next question."

Sam laughs slightly and you close your eyes, "Oh no."

Sam sighs, "What's an embarrassing thing you've done and never told anyone about?"

"If I never told anyone why would I say it here? Right now when there's a camera pointed at me?" You point to the camera on the tripod and laugh.

"For the goodness of this video?" Sam laughs and you shake your head, "I need a shot, Colbs."

He tilts his head, "Really? Will you tell me later?"

You laugh, "Probably not."

He sighs and pours you a shot, "Fine." He smiles as he hands you the glass and you take it, "Oh god. I hate straight vodka."

You wipe your mouth and set the glass down, "Your turn."

Colby sighs, "I think I'm going to have to agree with y/n on this one." He pours himself a shot and takes it.

"You guys are no fun. Get drunk so you answer." Sam groans.

You roll your eyes and Colby laughs, "Next question, dear host Sam."

Sam scrolls on his phone and smirks, "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

You try not to make it obvious, but you look at Colby and he looks at you. You nod, "I mean, I would have to say so, yeah."

"Ohhh. Wanna tell us who you-"

"No." You cut Sam off and laugh, "that wasn't a part of the question."

Colby laughs and you can tell his eyes are still on you. He looks away as you look back at him and he shrugs, "I mean, with the right person maybe? So what, is that a yes?"

"I'd say so." You nod as you look from him to Sam and Sam nods, "Yeah, that works." He hums as he looks for another question, "Okay." He tries to hold back in his laughter, "Colby. This one is specifically for you."

"Oh no." Colby leans forward, resting his chin in his hand, "Hit me."

"Colby. Why do you have a pair of handcuffs in your room?"

Your mouth drops slightly. You knew about them because it's an on going joke between all your friends, but it still never ceases to amaze you.

Colby's eyes go wide and he gasps, "Oohhhkaaay." He laughs, "Why?"

"Yeah Colby. Explain why." Sam says, "What, are they from your god dang arrest or something? Props on a video.. really, what are they for?"

Colby reaches down and grabs the Tito's bottle, "um.. I mean.." he looks over at you, "I mean, no." He looks at Sam, "Definitely wasn't for those."

He untwists the cap then screws it back on, "Alright.." he leans forward as he sets the bottle on the floor, "I use them for personal fun, alright."

You cover your mouth and look at Sam who looks scared, "What the fuck does that mean?"

"That.." Colby laughs, "..would answer the question, though, right?" He looks into the camera, a smirk on his face, "I'm already.. I'm already getting embarrassed." He leans back, fixing his shirt and Sam shakes his head, "No."

"Judge is saying no." You point to Sam and Colby smiles nervously, "What? No?"

"Drink!" Sam yells and Colby goes to pour his shot before he finally spills, "I use them for.. sexual fun. Alright?"

He caps the alcohol and sets it back down. You can feel your cheeks turning red, but with this next question they're red no matter how hard you try to conceal it.

"Name two dirty kinks that you have." Sam raises his brows and Colby's mouth drops, "Oh god."

"Sam." You scoff and he laughs, "It's not me, I'm just reading the question from this person so yell at them."

"You know.." Colby starts, "I think it's only fair if y/n answers first on this one."

"No- don't do that." You laugh and cover your face. Sam laughs, "He's right." You look at Sam, "Of course you're agreeing with him."

You look at Colby with a smile, "Okay, fine." You take a deep breath, "I like.. wax play."

The look on Colby's face changes and he raises his brows, "Oh really?"

"Oh snaaaap!" Sam yells behind the camera. You hold up your hand, "Yeah, yeah, Colby. Your turn."

"Oh fuck.." he looks into the camera, "Sorry.. mom." He laughs slightly and reaches for the bottle of alcohol, "You know what.. I don't wanna answer now."

"No, no. You have to. I did, so you do." You lean back, crossing your leg over the other, "Come on. Let's hear it."

"I already said one. The handcuff thing." He pours the vodka into the glass, "Does that count as one?"

Sam nods and you sigh, "Good so now you only have to say one." You laugh as Colby caps the bottle, "Okay.. um.." he laughs slightly, "I like to be dominant. Alright.. there we go."

His words did something to you.

You squeeze your thighs together and he most definitely noticed that.

Sam erupts from behind the camera, "Whoooaaaaahhh."

You and Colby both laugh at him as he shakes his head, "The beans.. were spilled."

Colby rubs his eye and sighs, "I hate this." You nod, "Me too." He looks over at you, "What's your second kink Miss y/n."

"Oh we're back to that. Great okay." You look down and sigh, "I guess I might as well just.." you slap your hands into your lap and look up at Colby, "I like to be dominated."

"Oh shit." He tilts his head, eyebrows raising as he nods, "Go you."

"Moving on please." You try to deter from your answer, but it's hard when you said it on purpose.

You wanted Colby to know that you wanted him, but you didn't want to fully come out and say it.

Not yet at least, maybe when he's telling you to say it.

"Okay, okay. Moving on from that spice show." Sam laughs, "Next question."

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"Alright. So that's it for this video, I'm actually surprised that we aren't drunk." Colby looks over at you, "Thanks for coming on and getting down and dirty."

You laugh, "Anytime, guys. This was.. if you look past the embarrassing part, it was kind of fun."

Colby laughs and nods, "Yeah. It was. He looks into the camera, "See you guys in the next one."

Sam cuts the camera off and stand sup to stretch, "That was.. something." He laughs and shakes his head, "You guys are going to be the stars of twitter when this drops."

"Why?" You ask knowing the answer. You just wanted to hear what Sam had to say.

He tilts his head, looking at you dumbfounded. He points to Colby, "Likes to be dominant." He points to you, "Likes to be dominated."

You roll your eyes, "mhm."

Colby laughs, changing the subject, "I'm going to go start editing this." He looks over at you, "You coming with?"

"Yeah, I'll be up then. Just to make sure you don't embarrass me."you tease and he smirks, "I would never."

You smile and look over at Sam a he snorts, "You guys.." he shakes his head and you tilt your head, "You guys.. what?"

"Just keep it down." He mumbles as he walks away. You laugh and look at Colby, "I'll be up." He nods and stands up to grab the camera off the tripod, "See you then."

You watch as he walks away, shaking your head as you think about what happened tonight.

You couldn't believe you were so open about some of the stuff you said.

Wax play?

Like being dominated?

A lot of that had to do with your comfortability level with Colby, if he wasn't there, you probably would have just drank, but at the same time...

You knew exactly what you were doing, and you think it worked.

You get up, making your way up to your room. You change out of your jeans and sweatshirt and put on a pair of shirts and a loose t-shirt.

You take a deep breath before going next door to Colby's room. You knock before slowly opening the door, "Can I come in?"

You watch a now shirtless Colby turn around and he nods, "Of course."

You walk in, closing the door behind you as you walk over to his bed and sit down on the end, "Get a lot done?"

He chuckles, "Just watching it.." his eyes move up your  legs, "So see where I can cut it, you know." He looks up at your face and turns back towards the computer.

You lick your lips, smirking as you bring your legs up to sit comfortably on the bed, "Can you cut out my sneeze, please?"

"Why?" Colby asks, turning his chair towards you, "I thought it was adorable."

"I hate how I sneeze." You argue and Colby rolls his eyes playfully, "Well I don't, so." He spins back towards the computer and you can hear Sam ask about the two kinks.

"Oh god." You groan, falling back onto the bed, "Just cut that whole segment out."

Colby pauses the video and you hear him turn towards you, "Now why would we do that?"

You look up at him and sit up, "Because I actually said what mine were." You laugh, obviously nervous, "That's.. embarrassing."

Colby pulls his lips between his teeth and sighs, "You know what I think?"

You look at him, "What do you think?"

"I think.." he leans forward, fingers tapping your knees, "You said it for a reason."

You chew on your cheek, trying to keep your composure, "Uh huh. Okay." You nod, "What if I did?"

"Then I know what I need to do." He moves forward, crawling up the bed as you move back, his body hovering over yours.

You stare to at him for a few seconds before he leans down, roughly attaching his lips to yours.

You hands slide up his chest, laying on the sides of his neck as he reaches down to spread your legs. He nestles his hips between your knees, grudging his bulge against your clothed center.

You whimper out, moving your hips, "Please."

It was like a switch flipped the minute you said you liked being dominated, because he's doing exactly what he said he likes to do.

"Beg." His voice is low and his lips move along your jaw, "Beg for me, baby. Tell me what you want."

You whimper, tilting your head back to give him room as he kisses down your neck, "Please Colby, I need you."

He sits up, your legs over his thighs, "Need me to do what, baby?" He pushes his hands up your thighs, slipping his fingers inside your shorts and pulling them away.

"Take off my shorts." You lift your hips, "Please."

He chuckles lowly and slowly pulls your shorts down. You bring your legs up as he pulls them over your feet and tosses them, "come here."

You get up, on your knees in front of him, "Tell me what to do."

He smirks, fingers moving to pull your shirt up over your head. His eyes scan down over your bare chest, "Move to the floor."

He stands up as you move to the floor, on your knees awaiting your next command.

Colby stands up, undoing his jeans and pushing them down. He sits down, in his boxers, on the edge of the bed, "Come here."

His eyes follow you as you move in between his legs. You look up at him and he reaches down, gripping your chin, "I'm going to take care of you, okay? But first.." he bites his lip, thumb hooking over your bottom row of teeth, "I want to hear you gagging on my dick."

Your breath hitches in your throat as your heart rate picks up, "Yes, daddy." You smirk slightly as you see his eyebrow twitch.

He nods with a small smirk, "Fucking right."

He brushes hair from your face, lifting his hips as you work his boxers down his thighs. His cock springs free and you immediately bring a hand up to wrap around it.

A low groan leaves his throat, lip pulled between his teeth as he locks eyes with you. He nods down, "Go on, sweetheart."

You lick your lips, leaning in to swirl your tongue around the tip. He gasps lowly as you wrap your lips around him, bobbing your head to work at coating him in your spit.

"Fuck, that's it." He moans out quietly. He lays a hand on the back of your head, pushing down, urging you to take him all, even if you can't.

He wanted to hear you.

You push your head down, his cock hitting the back of your throat which causes you to gag around him. He pulls your hair into a makeshift pony with his hands, "That's it."

You bob your head, squeezing your eyes shut as you gag on him a few more times.

Colby moans, pulling your head up. He grips your chin, squeezing as he leans in, "That's my girl." He bucks his hips, "Keep going."

You nod, moving your head back in to take him in fully, gagging around him as your hands move up to grip his thighs.

He moves your head up and down, pulling at your hair as the sound of your saliva squelching around him fills the room, along with the sound of you gagging.

He moans, "Fuck, that's my girl. That's my fucking girl."

He lifts your head, wiping away the spit from your chin with his thumb, "On the bed."

You quickly get up, still breathing rapidly as you get on the bed. He motions with his hand, "Hands and knees, baby."

You roll over onto your stomach from your back and lift yourself up. Your arms holding up your weight as you look over at him.

His eyes scan up and down your body, biting his lip before he holds up a finger. He walks over to his dresser, pulling out the - you guessed it - black fuzzy handcuffs.

Your heart skips a beat as you watch him walk over to you with them, spinning them on his finger like a taunt.

"Do you want these on you?" He tilts his head, holding the cuffs up higher.

You nod, "Yes."

"What did you say?" He bites his lip, trying to fight back his smirk and you swallow, "Yes daddy."

"Atta girl." He winks and moves behind you, reaching down to take your one arm and bring it behind you. You rest your head down onto the bed before bringing your other arm back.

You feel the fuzz against your skin, biting your lip as you hear the click of the cuffs tighten around your wrists.

"You look so fucking hot like this." His hands slide down the small of your back, over the lace of your panties to deliver a smack to each ass cheek at the same time.

You whimper, jolting forward as the sting settles in, "Fuck."

His hands rub the red prints on your skin, "What do you want, baby?" He slips his fingers into the band of your panties, teasing you because he knows exactly what you want - he just wants you to say it.

"Fuck me, I want you to fuck me." You whine, "Please. Please."

"You don't want me to taste you?" He leans down, kissing your lower back, "you don't want me to taste what you've been flaunting around me for all these years?"

His words make your stomach flip, but in the best way.

"Fuck, yes. Yes, Colby." You move your head so you can try to look at him. He chuckles, "Yes, yes Colby what?"

"I want you to taste me." You breathe out, biting your lip as you feel him pulling your panties down over your ass.

He pulls them down to rest at your knees, "fuck, you have such a pretty looking pussy." He brings a hand up, teasingly sliding his fingers up and down your folds.

You whimper, pushing your hips back to meet his fingers more, but he pulls them away, "Mm, baby. You're so eager aren't you?" Colby moves behind you, bending down to kiss the small of your back again.

"Please." You whine, "Colby."

You head him chuckle, "Tell me again, baby. Tell me what you want."

"I want your tongue in me." You say, desperate for his touch, "Please, daddy."

You feel his hands lay on your thighs as his thumbs gently spread your folds open. He leans in, licking a strip up and groaning against you, "So fucking good, baby."

You moan loudly, wrists pulling again the retrains, "Fuck, yes."

Colby's tongue moves up and down a few times before pushing into you. He digs his fingers into your skin as he slides his other hand up to pull your hips back.

You groan loudly, wanting to do badly grip the sheets, "Fuck, fuck. Yes." You pant loudly, wiggling your hips as your eyes roll shut.

Colby pulls away, placing kisses up the back of your thigh as he sits up, "Your pussy is going to feel so fucking good around my dick."

He moves behind you, sliding his hand down to grip the center chain of the cuffs as he slaps the head of his cock against your pussy a few times.

"Tell me you want it." He demands, head of his cock sliding up and down your slick folds.

"I want you. I need you." You push your hips back, nails digging into the palm of your hands, "Please, daddy. I need yo-"

Your words are replaced by a long and loud moan as Colby slowly slides his cock into you, "You keep it up with that daddy shit and I might have to just make it true."

You moan in response, "Please.. daddy."

"Fuck.." he groans as he pushes his hips against you. His hands hold your hips tight as you stretch around him.

"M-move. Please." You whimper out, but Colby doesn't comply. He leans down, kissing your shoulder and you moan as his cock shifts slightly.

"Just give it a minute, baby." He rubs your hip, "You feel so fucking good. I could cum right now."

"C-co-"

He cuts your begging short, "Tell me what you want."

"M-move.." you whimper out quietly, the feeling of him just resting inside of you becoming unbearable.

"Louder."

You whimper, a little louder than the last, "Please move.."

"Mm. Louder baby. I wanna hear you nice and clear." Colby continues to rub your hip.

You move your head, "Colby.. please move."

"Mm. No I need you louder than that, baby." Colby chuckles and you sigh, slightly frustrated, "But Sam.."

"I don't give a fuck about him right now, y/n. I only care about one thing right now and that's hearing you beg for me." He pulls your hips back, causing you to moan at the pressure from his cock.

"oh my god." You moan out, making your voice louder, "Fuck me, daddy. Please move, I need you to fuck me!"

"That's my girl." He pulls out and thrusts back in, "Fuck, keep going baby. I wanna hear you."

You pull your wrists, whining when you can't move them anywhere, "Fuck, yes yes yes."

Colby lays a hand on yours as he thrusts, pulling the metal chain to the cuffs back with each thrusts, "Fucking hell, baby. You're so fucking good."

You moan out, basically screaming his name, "Fuck, Colby! Yes!"

You squeeze his cock, digging your nails into his hand. His thrusts are punishing, building up your orgasm quickly, "Shit, d-daddy!"

You whine, "So fucking close. So fucking.. close."

"Hold it, baby. Wait for me." He leans down, kissing up your back, "Wait for me."

A constant string of moans leaves your lips as your eyes roll back, closing as you try your best not to cum just yet, "Please." You breathe out, "C-Colby."

"Almost there, sweetheart." He whispers in your ear and you nod against the mattress and he groans, "Where do you want me?"

You just whimper in response and he sits up, "Can't hear you, baby. Tell me where you want it."

"Don't stop." You moan out, "Please daddy."

He grips your hips tight, "Fucking hell, you gonna cum for me?"

"Y-yes. Yes yes." You gasp, pushing your hips back as much as you can, "Fuck, cum in me."

His fingertips press into your skin harder, "F-fuck." He moans loud as his thrusts become sloppy, "Shit." He breathes out, voice shaky as you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

You moan, breathing heavy as he gently rests your hips down onto the bed. He undoes the cuffs, rubbing your wrists as soon as they're off, "Are you okay? These didn't hurt you did they?"

"No." You try to shake your head, "No I'm fine, Colbs." You smile as he lays down next to you, gently pressing his lips to yours.

“So.. follow up question..” you look up at him, “Does this mean we’re together now, or?”

“you're my girl, now." He brushes hair from your face, "Thought me moaning out my fucking girl gave that away." He chuckles and you smile with a slight laugh, "Yeah, no you're right."

You sit up, leaning over to kiss him and he lays a hand on your back, smiling within the kiss, "Just be prepared for Sam to bitch in the morning because you were pretty loud."

You lean back, laughing as you push his shoulder, "Only because you told me to."

"Yeah, and you listened very well." He winks and pulls you back down for another kiss, “Next time, we'll take it a little bit slower, and more gentle."

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A Rose by Any Other Name…

Original Request: Is tagged here if ya wanna read :)

Authors Note: I'm so mixed with this i love some parts yet hate others it's 50/50. Other than that though I adore this au request and hope i did it justice. Just a headsup they're ngl both toxic stupid younglings.

Word count: 9k words (wow...)

Taglist: @humanpurposes @watercolorskyy, @omgbrcat @blue-serendipity @arcielee

Warnings: Pain, chronic pain, pain flare ups due to chronic pain, soulmates, fluff, angst, actually loving parents, not really a mention of her features only eyes, called a woman and referred to as she/her pronouns, self ableism, a more darker!aemond, implied abuse of royal power, Aemond ngl being lowkey toxic so they both stupid af (if I miss any let me know)

When first learning about soulmates and the fates which follow them, you had prayed to all the seven gods that you would never be misfortune enough to have one. That you should never feel the pain your soulmate felt with flowers marking your skin.

Your mother did not have one, nor did your father or any of your relatives before them, as according to them the whole thing was actually quite rare among the whole of the seven kingdoms.

Though you suppose you never had been very lucky. It was probably what praying to the stranger did to you.

Your first encounter with those damn deep blue flowers that stung while they branded you was on your legs and your abdomen. According to your septas and the lone maester who was permitted to treat your marks, they looked like marks given to a boy beginning his training in combat.

To them, this was seen as an honor, as it meant if you ever got the opportunity to meet him he could protect you. But to you, this merely meant that you were going to need to get used to that incessant stinging. They never knew what it felt like to feel those damn flowers plaguing your body, but not even you knew how to fully describe what it was like. The only way you could even dare think about it if you were truly forced too, was that it was a death sentence.

You never thought through the few years that passed after making the discovery of possessing a soulmate that the pain could get quite worse. But it appears like always, the idea of luck was not on your side.

It was a strange feeling to wake to a flower blooming on the skin of your left eye. The pain was what you focused on most however, as to be awoken to what you could only describe as being fire scorching your skin was something you could never truly describe but know for the rest of your life. Compared to your earlier marks and the pains that came with them, those were merely like when the septas would swiftly hit the ruler over your knuckles.

While you screamed and writhed in pain in your childhood bed, the maester took quick work in forcing milk of the poppy down your aching throat while the small group of septas held back your worrying mother and father who stood scared in the doorway. The medicines effects soon took its place though to yours and everyone's relief, and you were taken in some sort of daze like sleep.

When you awoke a few hours later with your head still fuzzy and a cooling salve slathered patch over your eye, your father was sitting on a chair propped to the edge of the bed tightly holding your hand while your mother slept beside you above the covers.

"Oh my darling, we were so worried!" Your father said, pulling you into a close embrace that woke your mother up from her sleep. By the way the skin underneath her eyes was darkened and how she yawned as soon as she sat up, you could tell she had been trying to stay up all night for you, and the very idea of it made you smile with gratitude you knew other children did not possess. "You gave us such a fright when we heard you screaming so late at night! What happened?"

"I... I do not know father," You said truthfully, your hand unconsciously going to remove the patch from your eye, but stopping when your father grabs your hand and gives you a stern glare that reminds you of your youth, specifically whenever you would steal an extra lemon bar after dinner. "All I remember is falling asleep and then waking to this horrendous pain in my eye and all around it..."

You have a faraway look in your eye as you find yourself unable to look at your mother and fathers lingering questioning gaze. They may not have ever said it, but you can tell that they pity you greatly for the path the gods have pushed you on. You thought this soulmate of yours was some training knight-to-be. But what knight-to-be experienced battle as harsh as having damage to his eye as horrific as you felt it to be? It did possibly occur to you that your soulmate may actually be a hardened knight with years of experience on the battlefield. But after bringing up the concern with your maester, he assured you that the marks you bore would be a lot worse if he was truly some older knight, a kingsguard or even a goldcloak.

Later that day after being ordered to eat lots to restore your energy, your maester came by that evening to visit and check on your mark. His words were kind as he assured you it would've most likely gone down in its intensity since you barely felt anything now except some throbbing from your socket. According to him, while you lay screaming from the pain, a deep blue flower had taken over your entire socket where the pain had bloomed from, in a strange fascinating way making your eye its center.

His touch was gentle as he slowly peeled back the fabric. Yet his face which once held a supportive smile turns to shock and pure horror once you tilted your head up to look at him.

“Maester, what is the matter?” You ask, biting your lip in pure anxiety as he says nothing but stares at your eye. He does not even look away as he grabs a mirror by your bedside table and hands it too you.

When you look into it though, you do not realize what is so wrong except for some small petal edges that leak from around your eye. But then you look more closely and realize with a loud gasp how your once green eye is now a deep blue, and when you close it you gasp again as you comprehend how now a flower has bloomed on your eyelid.

“What… what has happened, maester?!” You yell, unable to look away from your newly changed face.

“I do not know exactly my lady,” The maester begins, forcibly snatching the mirror from your hands so you’re forced to look at him and listen. “The whole written topic of soulmates to my knowledge is so little given at how rare they are, so there is truly not much advice to give you. The basic idea though as I told you when your condition first developed, is that when he is in pain, you are to have a flower bloom on your skin where the pain originates. There is no record I’m afraid of this condition affecting the physical body except from the blooming flowers and the pain that comes with it.”

You stay quiet as you listen to the maester, tears build up as you realize your life shall not be the same. While the idea of having two different coloured eyes is a condition seen around the seven kingdoms, it is still a noticeable thing that would draw attention of the people.

And honestly, you were not sure if you wanted to meet your soulmate. This latest development in your condition is so new and so frightening. Though you must say you cannot help but feel sorry for the soul the gods have promised you too. While what you felt was agony, you have no idea how much it must’ve hurt for your soulmate at that moment.

Over the next few days, you were closely monitored by the maester, the septa’s and your parents who all were anxious to see if the flower on your eye would slowly go down like the other flowers did when the pain disappeared or if it would remain. And much to yours and everyone around you's annoyance, it very much stayed bright and clear on your skin no matter what ointment or potion was used to clear it.

On the fourth day after the incident, as your father called it, a maid who was one of the few with knowledge of your condition came into your chambers with your morning meal, and some important news.

“My lady,” she began, practically sweating as she placed the tray in front of you. “There has been a recent development in regard to your soulmate's identity.”

Since the pain you felt was the most extreme you had ever felt, your father had felt the need to hire some men to investigate to see if this new information would reveal your soulmate's identity, even though the chance of finding an answer was slim to none. Though you suppose there was never a zero percent chance, as proven by the fact there was according to the maid, a recent development.

“What is it?” You ask, biting into the lemon cake first and savoring the sweet yet sour taste on your tongue. “What has my father discovered that he does not feel the need to come tell me himself?”

“Well…” She stumbles, even stepping back a small step as she instinctively looks to the ground. “It turns out that the same day you had that incident my lady, the prince Aemond Targaryen had his eye taken by his young nephew Lucerys, and it was reported to your father that the damage was so bad the eye had to be removed and the socket sewn up.”

The cake that once laid in your hand falls back onto the plate. Your mouth like the cake falls open in the same undignified manner as you cannot believe the words you are hearing.

“Prince Aemond Targaryen?” You find yourself asking in a breathless tone, silent as the maid nods her head.

“May I be dismissed now, my lady?” She asks, knocking you out of a daze you hadn’t even realized you had fallen into. You nod in answer and watch as she leaves, leaving you in silence and your own thoughts that begin to run rampant.

You were soulmates with the Prince! A Targaryen Prince! You heard that out of his three siblings he was the only one with no dragon, but you honestly did not care if he did or did not as either way he was still a man of honor. When thinking of the injuries you received over the years, you cannot help but think of how it made sense.

You knew princes received special training similarly to that of young knights, so when the maester said that the injuries matched up with them made sense. Yet to hear of the Prince's injury that perfectly synced with your own, that was what finally made it all make sense.

You lay backwards in your bed, and allowed the anxiety to wash over your body. The food lay to waste against the covers as you thought only of what your future could hold as a wife of royalty. Of how you would never be a true lady of the court and in the end would no doubt bring about disgrace to your husband's name. Of how in the end compared to your soulmate, the Targaryen warrior, you are just a woman from a lower house who could not bring anything into the marriage but your empty womb.

The next few years after the realization of your soulmate, you spent your time attempting to convince your father not to pursue a marriage between yourself and the Prince. But to your surprise and happiness, your father agreed to not pursue anything marriage related to you without so much of a fuss, even when you, your father and even your mother knew how much a marriage between you and the Prince would help your house bloom in both social standing and resources.

You felt selfish in your insistence of your future, but your father was adamant in telling you that he was not angry in your decision and if anything he was proud to see you so passionate about your decisions.

Your mother much to your delight seemed to agree with you, which probably the main if not the only reason was why your father acted so calmly. According to her you were too young for marriage, which to most people seeing as your mother and father were married quite young it may be seen as hypocritical. But those people were not there to witness all the times your mother gripped her stomach and dreamed of the brothers and sisters you lost on the birthing bed and before.

You were sure not to injure yourself too greatly in fear of that, like how you found out Prince Aemond, he would discover your true identity and come to your doors to claim you in the same way his elder brother Prince Aegon supposedly claimed the ladies of the red keep. 

Yet like all those years ago the night when you realized your eye hard turned blue. The gods were not on your side.

You scream as the pain quickly makes itself known in your arm forcing you to forget anything you’ve ever known other than that overwhelming seering sensation. The tears mask your ability to see the blood pooling up from your skin, and you can hear muffled running in the distance as well as the sound of panicked shouting from the familiar voices of the septas you made such close acquaintances with all those years ago.

You can feel their hands grabbing you, but nothing beats the pain that you cannot even begin to put into words. The maester is by your side as soon as you’re brought to the healing room, and his old wrinkled touch is distinct on your skin as he tries to find the blue flowers he has become so familiar with. Only he does not find blue. Only red. Which is the color of your blood that dyes his fingernails and the tips of his cloak crimson.

Like all those years ago, milk of the poppy is brought to your lips and you are forced to swallow hard and quick. The familiar daze returns as you quickly become numb to the feeling of the sharp needle piercing your skin as the maester attempts to fix you.

You stayed in that bed for at least a day or two before you came too again, but at this point you are used to being there within those familiar walls.

According to the maester, at the height at which you fell from the tree you were climbing in, the tree you were in fact always forbidden to climb but ignored thinking you were safe, you broke your arm clean in two. Apparently the bone had managed to pierce your skin, which is why there had been so much blood. So in order to allow it to heal properly he formed a special layer of hardened protection to stop the arm from any unnecessary movements that could cause further damage to the arm.

As he tells you this, you cannot help but think of how the Prince is thinking right now. Did he get that same piercing pain in his arm too? Did the flowers bloom the same way yours did whenever he managed to harm himself? Were his flowers even the same color as your own? You felt so deep in thought you barely even heard your mother come in to visit.

“My love?” She says, taking your hand in hers and drawing you out from your thoughts. “How are you faring?”

“I am alright mother. The pain is gone, all thanks to the maester.” You say, simply reassuring her as she looks at you carefully to assess whether you lie or not. Yet as she does this you cannot help but notice a distinct figure missing right now. “Where is father?” You cannot help but ask, curious in his whereabouts.

“He went to Kingslanding my love. Do you not remember?” She asks, lips pursed in a sad smile. “You were all set to go with him this morning but since your fall, he was forced to go alone. He sends his best though and wishes that you find a fast recovery, which is seems you have managed to accomplish my strong girl.”

“Oh yes…” You say, remembering she was in fact right. “I suppose I forgot. I did hit my head when I fell.” As soon as you say the words you instantly wince with regret. As before you can even try and defend yourself your mother calls the maester back in and demands a series of further assessments to be done. You sigh as you fall back and your head hits the pillow. This is going to be a long day.

Your father, as he traveled along the road into kingslanding, felt guilt gnawing at his chest for leaving you behind whilst you laid in that healing bed. When he left, you had been in a deep sleep so he had been unable to say goodbye. So he kissed your forehead and squeezed the hand on your unbroken arm and left you to sleep. The guilt remains, but he knows that whilst you lay in that bed you are surrounded and are safer in the presence of your mother and the maester and septas, who overtime have managed to gain much more insight than the majority of people into the topic of soulmates.

As they are so rare, they are viewed as freaks, even though he personally believes that they should be celebrated for being looked upon so greatly by the gods that they have been given a person cut from the same cloth.

When he looks at his own wife, who has given him such light from the darkness of his own life, he likes to think she is his soulmate with or without the flowers blooming on her skin. To him, she is just as beautiful as a fresh bloomed flower after all.

When he exits his carriage down the steps, the queen awaits him with only two of her children standing beside her, and he notices immediately that it is Aemond who is currently absent.

“Will the Prince Aemond not be joining us?” He finds himself asking, eyes widening slightly as he remembers that he is in the presence of royalty. Not some fellow lord whose son is out sleeping away his hangover after fucking a dozen whores.

“No, I'm afraid not Lord Fletcher. My son awoke this morn with a dreadful headache as the maester and he has told me, so he will be staying in his chambers for the duration of the meeting. Probably even for long after you’ve left I’m afraid.” The queen Alicent says, a smile on her face that he immediately knows is forced and strained. After all, he has had to make similar lies when people at the gatherings expect to see you and don’t.

“Ahh, I understand my queen. My own daughter has the same issue with her own health. Some days she wakes as healthy as can be then the next she’s laying in her bed writhing from the worst of pains.” He says, not entirely lying as he remembers those exact moments happening to you as you grew up.

“Ah yes well still we thank you for your understanding.” She smiles again, motioning for him to come and follow her into the castle. “Shall we get down to business?”

The next few hours are spent with him, the queen, and a few other notable house lords debating in the council room. At times the table becomes heated as words are thrown without proper caution, but the Queen always lets a small yet loud cough to remind the men of their place. So to his amusement whenever this happens, the men immediately even when their voices before could shake a mountain, quieten down like freshly stuck dogs denied a newly cut piece of prime steak.

Just as though another annoyingly arrogant man from House Lannister demands to know why his house is in need of paying more of its gold to a lord from House Tarly, the doors burst open, and the second born son of the king walks through as though he was born to strut. As the prince he sits down in the end chair of the council table with all eyes on him, Lord Fletcher cannot help but think about how as soon as he gets home he cannot wait to tell you of how this was the first time he met your soulmate.

“Are you feeling alright my Prince?” He finds himself asking, raising a brow as he turns to the Queen, whose own face holds embarrassment and shock to see her son sitting there before her. “The Queen had told me when I arrived that you were not going to attend today's meeting due to a headache?”

The Prince looks at his mother with what could only be called disdain, and it appears to make her slouch back into her seat while she takes her hand in her own and begins to pick at the nail. It honestly reminds him of how you bite your lips half bloody in your own strange anxiety relieving way.

“I am afraid my mother is mistaken my Lord Fletcher,” The prince simply says. “I merely overdid myself when training with the sword yesterday. I was waiting for the maester to visit so he could give me something to relieve the pain. I do apologize for my tardiness.”

“Oh there is no issue at all my prince.” Lord Fletcher says, an attempt of a smile on his lips. Though he soon becomes distracted when he sees Aemonds eye wander around all those in the room, as if to take some sort of strange attendance record.

“Is your daughter not with you today?” Aemond finally speaks, meeting his eye with Lord Fletcher's own two while he stares him down. “I went to visit my sister before this meeting thinking she would be there so I could greet her and welcome her to kingslanding. But my sister tells me she has never met your daughter. Why is that?”

The Queen Alicent perks from her seat as she remembers now finally remembers the information that had been picking at her all day. “Oh yes my lord pray tell, where is she? I had been so looking forward to introducing her to my only daughter. I had thought the two would get along quite well.”

Lord Fletcher attempts to laugh to ease the sudden tension in the room, but it appears to if anything makes it worse as no faces change from their stoney exterior.

“I’m afraid the day before our departure, my dear daughter had an accident that quite badly injured her arm, the same arm in fact you say to have harmed during your training my prince!” Again he laughs, but that does not stop him from seeing the look the prince and queen share with each other.

It appears the prince is more aware than he thought with the motion of soulmates, though it does make sense when thinking of all the things he’d heard of the one-eyed prince. He is a scholarly boy, so it’d make sense for him to research and look in depth into all the possible books about soulmates the royal library or even the citadel have to offer. He even has the Grand Maester at his beck and call, who no doubt has more information on the topic than anyone else.

“Tell me my lord, how did your daughter have such an accident?” The prince asks as he leans forward so far in anticipation he looks to be at the edge of his seat. “It must’ve been from quite a great height for her to have received such injuries. I do hope she has a quick recovery.”

“Thank you my prince, it means a lot to hear from you. As for how she fell, I believe she was climbing in a tree somewhere on our land when she fell and broke a bone in her arm, the end of which pierced her skin just between her elbow and arm socket, or so our maester told me before I left. I worry about her recovery yes, but I know she is in the hands of a capable maester so I do not doubt she will be feeling much better soon.”

The Prince appears to squint slightly at Lord Fletcher before looking back to his mother. It almost looks like there is a silent conversation between the two, and it’s only interrupted by small tilts of heads by the both of them. It was strange yet interesting to watch.

The Prince hums his final response to the once silent conversation before looking back at Lord Fletcher. “Well as she was unable to make the journey with you to Kingslanding, I suppose I shall have to make the journey to your own home and in a way being Kingslanding to her.”

The silence rings throughout the council room again, with even the queen looking at her son in shock. The councilmen who’d been long forgotten don’t dare attempt to speak a single word since the prince's declaration, which only further proves Lord Fletcher's idea that they’re all idiots in their own rights.

“Are you sure my Prince?” He asks, “Tis I’m sure a tedious journey for you and your dragon-“

“Tis no issue!” Aemond interrupts sharply, his tone firm and assertive. “You are set to travel back home the next morn by carriage I hear. So I shall travel by Vhagar tonight so I may spend the night and meet your daughter in the morn. Is that sufficient enough for you my lord?”

The Prince does not leave room for an answer, as before Lord Fletcher can even open his mouth the Prince already has left the room leaving all councilman members and his mother in shock at the turn of events. And while he feels that same shock, he also cannot help but feel fearful as he knows it’s with his words alone what drove the Prince to commit such quick actions.

He can only dread to think about how the introduction between you and the prince will turn out.

When you awoke the morning after your father had left for Kingslanding, the thing that struck most odd with you were the maids. They looked more fearful than you had ever seen them, and they even avoided eye contact with you, which was odd as by now they had all gotten used to your eye.

“What is the matter with all of you?” You spit, glaring at all the ladies who even after you confronting them refuse to look you in the eyes.

They stay silent as they continue to stare at the stone floor, until finally one of the more recent of the lot breaks the silence.

“The Prince is here, my lady.”

Any anger you felt before this moment disappears soon as it brews and instead is replaced by only stone cold fear.

“He cannot see me…” You murmur, seeing the ladies agree and nod out the corner of your eye. “The Prince cannot see me!”

“He specifically spoke of you when he arrived, my lady,” The maid continues, slowly looking up to stare pitifully at your practically trembling form. You can feel yourself begin to chew at the skin of your inner lip, and yet if anything it encourages you to continue when you start to taste the familiar tang of copper smear on your tongue. “Claims that whenever you wake he wishes for you to join him to break fast together as soon as possible.”

The more this lady speaks the more your gut turns and twists within your body. By now the taste of copper gushes down your throat yet you welcome it gladly, even refusing the goblet one of the other more meeker maids offered you to wash the taste away when they saw red begin to stain your outer lip.

“I have to hide it.” You find yourself firmly saying as you look at one of the older ladies. “Tell me, do we keep any veils that are out of use?”

When the prince awoke within the unfamiliar comfort of the bed with a tired groan building within the back of his throat, it is the memory of the council meeting from the day before that floods his mind, forcing the once tired and sore body into being now quick and alert with excitement and anxiety.

When Aemond was but a young boy, he remembers during one of his lessons on the reign of Maegor feeling a sharp stinging in his knuckles. When he looked down, much to his shock and horror, he saw that light blue flowers were blooming across the pale skin. As much as the initial sight had shocked him dreadfully at first, Aemond could not help but think of that day during later years fondly. As that was the day he realized that maybe after the gods had given him, he was not truly alone.

The Grand Maester had told him everything he himself knew about the topic, and even sent a raven to the citadel to request books speaking of the tales written in the texts. According to him, Aemond was the first in a long time to come forward about possessing one.

Aemond prayed to the gods to meet them soon, but no matter how much he got on his knees no matter how many times he held his hands together in the grand sept with his mother next to him, no girl ever came forward to claim him.

And by the next year, Aemond felt more alone than ever before.

His flowers were never to be allowed to be seen in the eyes of anyone other than his family, a select few maids and the grand maester of course. This was because according to his grandsire, fathers from all across the realm would put their daughters forward claiming to be his soulmate. Also, if it was discovered he had a soulmate, those same fathers may not deem him suitable for marriage if he will abandon his wife for another woman. It was better to hide, so a marriage could be insured and an heir to his name.

Though any thought of a good tempered wife or even a marriage that could soon turn to affection was gone the moment Lucerys stole his eye. He does not remember much other than the pain, but what comes to mind is the thought in the back of his head hoping his soulmate would be alright. Praying that she would not hate him and would still love him even after now being turned into a cripple.

That day he may have lost an eye, but he gained a dragon. He gained the strength to protect his soulmate, and that to him was all that mattered, other than the protection of his mother. Somehow at that moment as she stood there before him, she looked more vulnerable than he did.

While Aemond lay in his bed healing, his mind turned to his soulmate as he remembered the reasoning behind the flowers. The flowers bloom where pain on the other person blooms, in an assurance that they are not alone in this world. Aemond could not help but think it all as a cruel sort of joke, especially as the pain in his eye begins to slowly throb. Yet a part of him is still thrilled to know that even though the Gods have cruelly broken him and built him back up again, there is a person given to him who will share his pain and see him for what he is.

He became even more desperate to discover you as soon as he was fully healed. He called the Grand Maester as soon as he spotted the familiar blue coloring on his skin, and together they looked over each inch of petal extensively until they day turned to night and the oil in the lamps burned out.

According to him, they were marks like that of a piece of wood struck on the knuckles. Which makes sense as Aemond remembers all the times Aegon would fall asleep soon as lessons started, and halfway through a particularly menacing Maester would strike him with a sort of smooth wooden object directly on the knuckles to wake him. It would be a sight that made Aemond smugly smile while he completed all the necessary work and chuckle at later, but thinking of that same treatment happening to his lady made his heart clench in his chest.

Nowadays, whenever he found himself getting injured, whether that is simply a bruise from training with Ser Cole or a sudden onslaught of inner pain in his eye socket, in his mind he always found himself apologizing at the back of his mind for causing pain for his lady. He finds himself wishing he was better in lessons so he could have avoided the swords, wishing he had fought better in the caves against his nephews and cousins so he wasn’t missing his eye. Whatever the situation, Aemond always craved that he was better. And found at the center of it all it was all for her.

He remembers his three and ten name day much too clearly. It lingers in the back of his mind like a plague. The salty stench of the air. The taste of the cheap alcohol Aegon had forced him to consume as according to him, the act was better when a person is left in a daze. The feeling of that woman’s too warm skin. The sound of her supposedly seductive voice that instead of arousing him only managed to make him further horrified. All of it stayed with him for years sticking to his skin.

Though the part which struck out most for him were the thoughts he could not help but think as that woman sunk down on him and robbed him of any free will. The realization that he would not be able to stay chaste for his soulmate. The idea that maybe she would not want to be with him once she found that her soulmate had laid with filthy whores paid by the go to fuck all sorts of men.

He ran out of that place as soon as the weight on his limp body was lifted, and as soon as he reached the comforts of his own bed with the covers lifted well over him like a cocoon, he cried. He cried for the loss of his body. He cried for the loss of his ability to think without remembering what that woman was doing to him while dribbles of tears streaked down his cheek. He cried for not being faithful to you.

He cried for his future with a soulmate who hated him for actions beyond his own control.

Though as Aemond dressed in appropriate clothes he brought with him for the special moment, his mind cannot help but think back to his earlier worries. Yet now, he is a man.

Aemond possesses the largest dragon in the world. Which to him even now was worthy of the trade of his eye. He is a scholar of history and philosophy whose work has even been submitted to the citadel to be placed in books that’ll be read by many accomplished people. He is even a greatly talented swordsman as said so by all those who have watched him train in the yard. He has become a man worthy of your love and your future.

Yet his hands still fumble about with the other whilst he follows a plain looking maid to the dining hall. He requested a meeting with you in private specifically in a place you were familiar with so you could be comfortable when meeting him. He may be a dragon, but he likes to imagine that he is no monster.

He sits there for what feels like hours. Picking at the skin above his nail until he can feel the blood pooling. He’s about to do it again to his final nail on his left hand, but then you walk in and everything stops. Only not for the reason he would’ve hoped it to have.

As he does not meet the eyes of his soulmate. Instead he meets nothing. He merely stares blankly at the veil that covers your whole face.

“What are you wearing?” He asks, glaring at the damned piece of fabric in his way.

“Clothes, my Prince.” You simply say, the sarcasm not annoying him like how Aegons does. Though Aegon was always just a twat. You appear to make it interesting and actually entertaining to take part in.

“Trust me, my lady, I can see just fine with one eye.” He smirks, silently seething at the prospect of being unable to see your face. He already knows you to be beautiful, it just irks him that he is unable to confirm it. “Why do you hide yourself?”

“What do you mean my Prince?”

“Why do you hide your face? Is there a chance you are afraid of me? Or of what you think I will see?” As soon as the words leave his lips he sees the way your body freezes up. “Do you wish to sit down my dear lady? I am sure it was never a part of your etiquette lessons to break fast while standing.”

You do not say anything as you move to sit in a seat near the middle of the table, and Aemond already in his mind is thinking that’s much too far away from him as he continues to sit at the end seat.

The two of you though stay silent as you both begin to eat the spread of food in front. From the corner of his eye he watches you, and it’s strange how he finds himself suddenly so jealous of the fruit you begin to eat. Jealous of the way those grapes get to go under your ridiculous veil and be touched by your lips, which Aemond already knows to be soft and oh so kissable. He has never seen them, but he just knows.

“Would you not be more comfortable without the veil my lady?” Aemond asks, watching carefully as you stop eating and turn your head to look at him.

“No, I am fine with my current predicament. Is it not more comfortable for you to not wear the eyepatch?” You quip back, with no doubt a smile on your face.

“I suppose you are right my lady,” Aemond drawls, watching the way your head tilts and the fabric concealing you from him lightly pressed against the curves of your face. “How about I propose this. I take off my patch, and you take off your veil?”

“I do not accept it!” You practically yell, your hands clenching so hard that Aemond could see even from where he sat the knuckles turning white.

“Besides…” You continue in a much softer tone like that of a burdened lady, which Aemond knows for sure is not true at all from what he has heard of your life story. “I am hideous to look at. This veil more protects you than it protects me my Prince I am sure of it.”

Aemond hums a response, but his eye says all as it trails over your covered body.

“So those who have told me in person how you are easily one of the prettiest maidens they have seen are lying then, are they my lady?” He reveals, watching you carefully so he can attempt to decipher your movements.

“They must be my Prince. As far as I have been told, I am the ugliest lady they have ever seen and how I shall die a spinster locked away in a tower!”

It’s strange, how when Aemond thinks of that actually happening his fists clenched tightly by his sides, and how he gets the overwhelming urge to maim those people claiming you to be so hideous. To make them so ugly and deformed and force them to sit all day everyday in front of a mirror so they can see the true meaning of being grotesque.

“You lie.” Aemond simply growls, his brow harshly furrowed from the mixture of anger from the idea of those insulting you and frustration from you still hiding your true identity from him.

He closes his eye and takes a minute to simply breathe past his anger. His body slowly tingly as he swears he feels your eyes piercing his soul.

“What if I strike a bargain with you, my sweet maiden?” Aemond says, the nickname oozing off his tongue with arrogance and self assurance.

“And why should I even think about striking a deal with you, my Prince?”

“Because I believe it shall benefit the both of us my lady. Now, do you wish to hear what I have in mind?”

“If you insist on telling me then I suppose I shall be obliged to hear words from the Prince of the realm.” You sigh, leaning your body to one side so your head is laying on the palm of your hand and Aemond gets another glimpse at how you look without truly seeing you.

“I suppose you are…” He says, leaning forward so his arms are fully lying on the table and his spine is slightly curved. “Still, the bargain I wish for you to partake in is this. I shall take off my eye patch so you can see what true grotesque is, and you my sweet maiden shall take off your good for nothing veil. Then I suppose we can see out of the two of us who is the most ugly, as you so bluntly put it.”

Aemond barely has a chance to blink before you're yelling a distinctive and firm “No” that manages to echo somehow in the room.

“Now now my sweet don’t be so resistant…” Aemond grins, tilting his head to one side as he finds himself delighted with how riled he’s made you. “You did not even consider it for a second.”

“Because I did not need to!” You bite back, slamming your hands against the wooden table so hard it manages to shake your plate still possessing some food and even your goblet too. “If I do not wish to show you you have no right to force me!”

“Oh, but I’m afraid I do my sweet maiden…” He says, getting up from his chair so he can oh so slowly make his way over to where you appear to sit frozen in your own chair. “As a prince, I have power where you do not. Now, I do not wish to abuse such power for situations like this one. I do not like to abuse my power in general in any situation. But I may find myself very willing to show you what it is I am capable of. Do you understand me maiden?”

Aemond pauses for a moment as he watches the way the veil moves with every shallow breath you take before he does something that leaves his own heart beating frantically in his chest from every emotion possible to feel.

Aemond slowly peels off his eyepatch to reveal to you a shining blue sapphire surrounded by deep scarred flesh before chucking the piece of dark brown leather onto the table in front of you.

“I have completed my end of our bargain my sweet lady. Now complete yours, before I get impatient.”

You sigh deeply and Aemond cannot help but feel his heartbeat thrice as hard in his chest from anticipation alone. He yearns to see your eyes, your lips, your nose, your everything If only you should allow him too.

So when your hands slowly move to entangle themselves in where the veil begins from within your hair, his heart feels as though he fully stops when the veil is slowly pulled away and the face of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life stares back at him.

“Gevie” He cannot help but murmur as his eye moves over your whole face and his body is forced to sit down in the chair next to you so he can focus on looking solely at you.

“What does it mean?” You ask, though Aemond barely registers it as he’s entranced with how your lips move with each syllable.

“Beautiful.”

There is a rare silence between the two as they each take time now looking at each other. You stare at the sapphire that glints when the sunlight beaming through the window hits it. While Aemond now looks properly at your eye, which he has discovered is a whole different color than the other. And when you blink and reveal the delicate flower imprinted on your eyelid, he cannot help but gape and gasp slightly.

“Did I do that?” He asks, pure horror in his tone and words.

“It was done a long time ago my Prince,” You simply say, smiling slightly in a strange way to comfort him. “And in a way, I suppose it was done by whoever took out your own eye. I do not expect you to suddenly reveal to me that you tore it out yourself. So therefore, you should have no more guilt than the person truly responsible.”

“I’ll kill the bastard!” Aemond growls, anger spilling from him in waves as he thinks of his nephew whose crime has gone on for too long.

“Careful my Prince. Those are dangerous words you are saying about children of the crown. You are lucky it is only me who is here.” You smile.

At first, you were so defensive and so sure the veil would hinder the Prince from prying about what was underneath it. You had thought of him like how you thought of all other men, and that when challenged with the prospect of an ugly woman he would not care and move on. Yet you suppose the gods do like to play tricks in the unlikeliest of places.

He had worn you down with the harshest of phrases and the most defensive body language, yet when you saw him at his most vulnerable with his sapphire shown bare to you you could not help but allow the overwhelming feeling of awe take over you while you stared at him.

As you unmasked yourself before him however and saw his own look of awe while he stared at all your features that had once been so carefully hidden from him, you could not deny the way your heart beat loud in your chest.

Even the way he murmured in his unique Valyrian tongue made you feel a strange feeling of specialness. As if no other woman had been seduced by those same words.

As you spoke to each other, your tongue slowly loosed as it felt for some reason so right to do so. You joking with the Prince felt so natural and yet so foreign at the same time.

“I suppose I am lucky my lady that it is you who sits there.” He says in response to your dangerous quip about his nephews, whose mother if she had heard yours or Prince Aemonds words would’ve surely sharply questioned you for them with no thought of mercy. “Though I suppose I am even more lucky that it is no ordinary woman who sits before me.”

He waits for a moment to see if you will guess his next words. But to be honest he almost forgets them himself as he gets distracted staring at your bottom lip which you bite between your teeth.

“I am lucky as it is my soulmate who sits before me as beautiful as the maiden herself.”

You feel like all the air in your lungs has left and you're gasping for air. Yet it's not as painful as you thought. In fact, it's rather remarkable to feel yourself burn in the presence of a dragon.

Still, even with this miraculous feeling within you, you cannot help but think of how your soulmate treated you but moments before. Arrogant. Selfish. Coercive. Your soulmate forced you to show yourself to him when you were uncomfortable. Did you really want to be fated to be with that person for the rest of your life?

"What's wrong my love?" Aemond asks, seeing the anxious expression on your face.

"How is it you can be so kind to me, when not even what I can guess to be less than half of an hour ago you were treating me as if I were some sort of shit on your shoe?" You ask, looking him dead in the eye as his body appears to freeze up before you.

If you weren't so focused on forcing the truth from a prince of the realm, you would think that it was actually very thrilling and sort of empowering to force a prince into silence.

"I did not mean to treat you like that." He begins, his head tilted to the floor so you cannot see his eyes and his neatly kept hair falls forward like a sort of curtain either side of his face. "I am sorry I was harsh on you. I suppose... I suppose I was scared."

Oh?

"All of my life, since I was a child, I was praying for you. For my soulmate to come into my life. And I suppose after all that time passing without you turned me bitter and angry that the gods did not hear my pleas. My feelings only became more sour when finally in front of you, instead of immediately accepting me and welcoming me you denounced me and spurned me with your words."

"You really thought I would jump into your arms like some sort of innocent lovesick maiden?" You say, staring at the man in front of you in disbelief. Aemond for the first time since his confession looks up at you from his curtain of silver locks, disbelief in his own stare as he listens to your honest words.

"Aemond, the idea of being tied to someone for the rest of my life was challenging for me as a child. Before the loss of your eye, all I had felt was mere stings. Yet feeling the pain I felt that day, it frightened me. I was a child-"

"I WAS A CHILD TOO!" Aemond yells, standing up so suddenly and leaning over you that you shriek a little in fear. “I was the one experiencing it first hand! The one who had to be held down by maesters and stared at by all as milk of the poppy was forced down my throat so maesters could tear out my eye with no true concern for me! YOU DID NOT HAVE TO GO THROUGH THAT AS YOU LAID ABED WHINING LIKE SPOILT CHILD!”

“DO NOT YELL AT ME!” You find the courage to say, standing up and pushing him away so he stumbles a couple steps back in surprise. “I get that you are angry and believe the entire world hates you! But do not blame me because you cannot be angry at those truly deserving of it! Do not yell at me because you are forbidden from getting your revenge on your bastard nephew! Do you understand me?!”

Aemond, in the same manner as that of a kicked dog, nods a yes to your question. Though when you glare hard at him to tell him that answer is unacceptable he quickly fumbles for words that eventually make it out to be heard.

“Thank you.” You simply say, stepping forward to show him how he has earned that step. “I understand you were disappointed I was not there for you. But you need to understand I was scared about it all. Scared of my future, scared of what was to come. Do you even get how scared that must’ve been for me?”

“Yes I understand that.” Aemond says, stepping a single step closer and pausing to see if you allow it which you do. “I am sorry for not thinking of you when you yourself were obviously hurting yourself. I was selfish-“

“It is not selfish, Aemond, to act like how you did.” As you speak, you step that last final step towards your soulmate and place an admittedly cautious hand onto his cheek. Though you think what surprises you most is when he immediately closes his eye and pushes his cheek hard against your palm. “I forgive you Aemond, even when I don’t know if I ever should for how you treated me.”

“I do not truly expect you to.” Aemond murmurs, his eye still closed as he savors your warmth against his cheek. “Though I vow here before you as not just your soulmate but as a man, that I’ll make it my life’s mission to form myself as a man worthy for you. To form myself into what you deserve.”

“Though I suppose that’s the strangest thing about our whole meeting.” You whisper, placing your other hand on the part of Aemonds face where the dark brutal mark that is his scar takes most of its space. It forces a somehow now calm and content Aemond to all of a sudden open his eye and even gasp so silently you almost barely hear it when your thumb slowly traces the raised yet soft skin of the scar that has defined him for so long.

“I don’t find myself wishing you to change to be better. I find myself wishing for you to stay how you are, even if you may hurt me.”

And with that, without either of you knowing whose fault it truly is, your limbs find comfort with each other, and all feels right.

[hateblackies]

late night talks

"Loves dumb. People get too caught up in it. They forget who they are chasing that feeling," a young Gojo Satoru said, twirling a pen carelessly in his hand as he sat in his study chair, looking into your eyes through the reflection of the window. When he saw you weren’t replying, he continued.

“People die. What then? Chase after the void they left? Yeah, right," he scoffed. It perturbed you despite the gravity of the words he was saying, he seemed so brash.. so eager, and so careless.

"Love is natural," you said, holding a pillow close to your chest as you sat on his bedside. Satoru turned his chair, watching you snuggle up to the pillow. He rolled his eyes, then looked back in the direction of the window, with a pout that was meant as humor.

"What..?" you said quietly, your eyebrows furrowing, clutching the pillow harder. He turned his head over the headrest and smirked at you “You’re hugging that pillow as if it were your lifeline.”

He leaned back, propping himself up with his hands behind his head. “That thing isn’t going to love you back, you know...” he snickered. “Oh, shut up!” you said in annoyance, throwing the pillow at him from across the room now.

He caught it with one hand, his eyes narrowing. “Oh wow, you’re really mad, huh?” he teased. His lips tugged into a smirk, and he raised his eyebrows. “Someone’s jealous of a pillow?” he asked dramatically, now holding the pillow close to his chest himself.

As much as she wanted to leave his room, she couldn’t bring herself to. She stayed sat on his bed, arms now crossed. She was silent for some time. “If there was no love, we’d all be empty, soulless people,” she whispered beneath her breath. Satoru hated the gushiness.

“If there was no love, there would be no pain,” he countered, still staring at you with soft eyes and an amused look. Satoru wasn’t trying to start an argument at all; he just wanted to see how she would respond.

Her eyes widened. Her breath got stuck in her throat with his sharp words. “That’s.. not true.” He furrowed his eyebrows in curiosity at her response.

“How is it not? How could someone suffer the pains of loving someone so much you can’t see them leave-” He was caught off guard by being interrupted.

“I won’t leave,” she blurted out, suddenly clasping her hands over her mouth at her words, her face reddened. He tilted his head, confused and amused at your sudden outburst.

“Eh?” he said, smirking. He kept his gaze on you expectantly, and raised a brow. He was a dumb teenager. He didn’t understand girls.

She dug her head into her hands now looking down, not saying another word. He was silent for some time. Probably thinking about Pokémon, or something.. by now.

“Why… why aren’t you saying anything?” she said softly, eyes now peeking over her arms, observing him. “Hm? What am I supposed to say?” he asked, keeping a straight face.

She huffed. Maybe an ‘I won’t leave you either’? she thought, but heck, she knew he wouldn’t commit to that. “You’re trying to be a smart ass.” She said.

He laughed, this time genuinely. “Am I?” he said with a cocky undertone.“Besides. Did you seriously expect me to say something mushy like ‘I’ll be with you forever’ type of thing?”

“Especially not to you…” he said with a cheeky grin. His statement was half-true and half-sarcastic; It’s just what he did, but he was serious in a sense; he wasn’t the type of person who would just go around saying romantic stuff. He liked to show rather than say when it came to things like love. And besides, he wasn’t the type to be able to commit to such a thing. He was Gojo Satoru.

“Maybe.. I did.” She said softly, trying to hide her evident frustration in him as she propped herself off his bed, taking steps toward the door.

He stared at her in utter amusement. He crossed his legs and watched her walking toward the door. “Aww, Going already?” he said as he heard the door shut closed, He thought they were having a good time; her leaving was a little surprising to him, despite the way he’s acting. Oh well.

“hm. girls are weird.”

[talktonytome]

Buck’s nervously bouncing his leg on the barstool, hands a little sweaty, as he waits for Hen and Karen to show up. They had invited him to a gay western club, after he came out and he’s excited to finally be here. He’s craning his neck to see if he catches a glimpse of them, when a beast of a man walks up to him.

Wow, Buck knows he’s a big guy himself but this dude is even bigger than him. He’s got insanely broad shoulders, big arms, thick thighs and an ass that had to be sculpted by the gods-

Suddenly, the man is clearing his throat to get his attention. “Excuse me, but I think you took my chair,” he says matter-of-factly, like Buck should have known. And it’s maybe a little infuriating because who does this guy think he is?

“Oh I’m sorry, I must have missed your name on it,” Buck retorts, eyes narrowed at the stranger. The chair was open when he got there and really, it’s a little childish to be calling dibs.

Hot jerk holds his hands up placatingly, attempting to deescalate the situation. “Sorry, sorry”, he says genuinely enough. There’s something about his eyes that comforts Buck. “It’s just, I only ran out to take what I thought was a work call, and I was hoping my spot would still be free. It’s been a long week,” he sighs.

Buck can understand that. It’d been a long week of hectic calls for the 118 and he’s been looking forward to tonight. “Hey, uh, I get it. It’s been a week for me too,” he offers a rueful smile. “I’m meeting some friends so I’ll give you your chair back soon, don’t worry.” If he didn’t know any better, he could swear the man’s face falls a little.

As if by stroke of luck, the stool next to his opens up and hot guy immediately sits down. “It’s my fault really, I know this place is packed Friday nights. It’s worth it for the live bands, though,” he says. “I’m Tommy, by the way. Fighting the great chair war merits name privileges, right?” He winks.

Buck blushes, suddenly feeling a little breathless. “Oh definitely,” he manages not to stutter. “I’m Bu- um- Evan Buckley.” Wow he almost had it.

“Evan,” Tommy tries out and it sounds like the name was made to be uttered by him and him only. Buck gulps.

“Well, since we’re both here, how about I buy you a drink? I owe you that much for being rude earlier.”

Buck can’t help but smile. “Sure, why not?” He nods, “my friends aren’t here yet, anyway.”

“Great,” Tommy grins. “Craft beer okay? Or I can get you something else?”

“Beer’s fine, I’m not picky,” Buck shrugs.

“I am, at least when it comes to beer,” Tommy chuckles, signaling the bartender for two beers.

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Buck teases. Why does this feel so easy?

“Hmm, I think there’s a lot about me that’ll surprise you,” Tommy smirks.

Buck may be inexperienced with the same sex, but he damn well knows how to flirt. He tilts his head a little, knows his eyes are twinkling. “Is that right?”

“Oh absolutely,” Tommy declares. He’s so confident in a way that radiates coolness. “For example, I’m a pretty great dancer.”

Buck thinks back to the times he’s tried to dance and winces. “I’m definitely not.”

“I could teach you,” Tommy says as Buck finishes his sentence.

“Really? Is that gonna be right after our beers?”

“I mean I don’t think we can drink and dance at the same time,” Tommy laughs, “at least not effectively.

“Yeah okay, teach me, Tommy.” Buck says dropping his voice, looking right into his eyes.

Tommy’s eyes grow wide and Buck immediately notices the blush on those gorgeous cheekbones. He preens a little because he did that.

“Ok,” Tommy swallows, holding out his hand. “Let’s do it.”

“What about our beers?”

“I’ll buy you another one.”

Buck laughs incredulously, but gives Tommy his hand and lets him lead them onto the dance floor. The band’s playing something sweet and slow, for lovers. Tommy uses the grip on his hand to pull them close together, until they’re chest to chest. He guides both of Buck’s arms around his neck and he circles Buck’s waist with those big hands, finally turning them into a gentle sway.

You got me out there, honey

We danced until I let go

Never been lost in a moment

But there's hours I can't recall

Buck looks down at his feet trying desperately not to mangle Tommy’s. He feels two fingers under his chin, as Tommy tilts his face up. “Eyes on me,” he says softly. “I got you.” Buck obeys and gets lost in Tommy’s eyes- gosh they’re so blue-as they sway and spin so smoothly he forgets about his feet altogether.

Maybe tonight

You'll let me run

Into your arms

And we'll conquer the heart

Tommy’s guiding them into another spin, when Buck can’t hold back from wanting to kiss him any longer. If Tommy’s eyes constantly flicking down to Buck’s lips are anything to go by, he’s on the same page. Buck tests the waters by leaning in, enough that Tommy’s breath ghosts across his lips.

You came in like a fire

Burned all I ever knew

I've been weighed and found wanting

And all that I want is you

Tommy gently grips his chin again, one big thumb slots right in the middle, and brings him in for the gentlest, most tender kiss Buck’s ever gotten. Tommy’s lips are warm and soft as they slide against his. It’s not long, by any means, but when they part, it leaves him breathless, all the same.

Tommy rests their foreheads together. “Was that okay?” He whispers, a little awestruck.

“More than,” Buck grins, playing with the hair on the nape of Tommy’s neck.

“Good,” Tommy replies, pressing a kiss to Buck’s bicep. “I do have a confession to make.”

Tommy tangles their hands and pulls Buck away from the dance floor. The song is over by now, so they make their way to the edge, where they can lean against a railing.

Bucks stomach drops. Did he get it wrong? Was Tommy not interested? Was he about to let him down gently?

“Hey, hey, look at me,” Tommy cuts into his spiraling. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t.”

“I’m a little embarrassed to say it now,” Tommy breathes, “but.. that wasn’t my chair.”

Buck finally lets out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “Huh?”

“Erm, where you were sitting? It wasn’t actually my chair. I just… I saw the most beautiful man I’d ever seen all alone and I knew I had to talk to him,” Tommy rushes out. “Upon reflection, my approach could have been better,” he mutters.

Bucks laughs, but makes sure to squeeze Tommy’s hand in reassurance. “It was… not good,” he laughs again.

“Come on, hey!” Tommy exclaims in mock offense.

“But- you did it anyway. You came up to me all cocky and hot, not knowing the outcome, and it worked out so,” Buck shrugs.

“You think I’m hot?” Tommy smirks, playfully bumping his shoulder.

“Oh like you don’t know?”

“Did I mention you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen?” Tommy looks at him in a way that’s too fond for having just met.

“Maybe, but doesn’t hurt to hear again,” Buck grins. “Thanks for the dance, by the way,” he adds shyly. “It was pretty great.”

“I had the best partner,” Tommy says.

They look at each other for several beats.

“So, you wanna get out of here?” Tommy jerks his head toward the exit.

Buck doesn’t know if he’s ready for what that sentence entails, but he really likes Tommy.

Just like before, Tommy notices his apprehension; he’s so goddamn considerate like that, apparently. “Not like that,” he clarifies. “I’m having such a great time with you and I’m not ready for the night to end. I know this place with the best tacos,” he gives Buck his best puppy eyes.

Buck breathes a sigh of relief. He’s not ready to part ways either. “You had me at tacos! Lead the way.”

Tommy wraps an arm around his waist as they start walking toward the exit, when Buck remembers, “oh wait, my friends!”

“You sure they’re coming?” Tommy raises a doubtful eyebrow.

“I dunno, they said they would. Let me-“ Buck pulls out his phone and opens his messages. Sure enough there’s a couple from Hen.

Sorry buckaroo, Denny has a stomach bug and we’re pretty sure we all have it now :(

We’ll make it up to you, we swear!

Buck can’t feel too disappointed, when he got Tommy out of it. He texts back a quick ok feel better! and slides his phone back into his pocket, then reaches out to take Tommy’s hand again.

“Their kid has a bug and infected them so they are, in fact, not coming,” he explains.

“Kids and their germs,” Tommy laughs. “So you’re free to go?”

“Yes, I- I am free.”

- inspired by the chair (george strait) and conquer the heart (orville peck)

[inkyajax]

⋆₊˚⊹♡ wriothesley + putting you back in your place (before you can even fully slip out of it!)

character: wriothesley warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, reader is a Brat, daddy kink, pet names, fem reader, dry humping, talks of spanking, use of the term sir words: 1.6k

wriothesley will never give into your bratting. just like you’ll never stop testing his patience.

The chattering of your teeth echoes throughout his office—soft, dainty, incessant, a soft hum vibrating on the back of Wriothesley’s tongue in question. Glancing up, Wriothesley’s gaze finds your shivering form easily, huddled into a small lump on his office couch, buried beneath the fluffiest blanket he has. 

“Whassa matter? You cold?” 

Features scrunched in a pout, you raise your head a little, glaring at him. “It’s freezing in here.” 

“Yeah, but you’re always freezing,” he clicks his tongue, as if he can’t trust your judgement, but there’s a small smile on his face, his eyes softening as he stares at you. 

“So?”

“So, you are not apt to complete such an evaluation. Here,” he shoves away from his desk, wooden legs of his chair scraping against metal. “Why don’t you come sit on Daddy’s lap, hm? He’ll keep you warm while he works.” 

And just like that, you’re tossing the blanket off—a quickly abandoned heap of fluff on the couch cushion—and scampering towards him, eager to climb onto his thighs, to submerge yourself in his everlasting heat, to garner a shard of his strained, stretched-thin attention. 

He’s chuckling as he rearranges you, large hands helping you into a more comfortable position—face buried in his broad chest, body pressed flush to his own, legs straddling his hips, the bones pressing into plush flesh as your thighs flex around him twice, a feeble attempt to pull yourself even closer to him.

“Not bringing the blanket with you?” 

“Nuh-uh,” you shake your head against his sternum, nuzzling into him. “Don’t need it. You’re warm enough.”

“Oh, am I, now?” he questions as he tucks himself back into his desk, one thick arm wrapped around your waist to keep you in place. “Are you sure this whole thing wasn’t just some ruse to wedge yourself between me and my work?” 

He’s joking, of course, can feel the cold tip of your nose pressing into the dip of his clavicle, can feel your icy fingers creeping their way up his shirt, burrowing into his muscled stomach and soaking up warmth.

“I would never, Daddy.” 

Now, that he doesn’t believe. 

“Mhmm, sure. And you’re going to behave while you’re on Daddy’s lap, right?” 

“‘Course I am.”

“No funny business?”

Nodding sleepily, you press a kiss over his heart, drooling out a promise. “Scouts honour.” 

And, for a moment, Wriothesley thinks you might actually co-operate—a rare but not impossible occurrence—might actually cuddle yourself against him, let his heat deliquesce your limbs and lull you comfortably into dreamland, just like he had expected half an hour ago, when he had decided it was time for a nap, and ordered such.

How utterly foolish. 

Because not even ten minutes into his resumed work—just shy, actually: nine minutes and thirty-two seconds, he’d been counting—and you’re starting to squirm, hips grinding into his as your shift, gyrate, then shift again, much too calculated to be a natural movement. 

“Baby,” he singsongs, pen tapping his paper twice. “I thought you said you were going to be good.”

“M’just tryna get comfy, that’s all,” you mumble into his skin, lips dragging along his protruding collarbone, leaving a steadily cooling streak of saliva.

“Misbehaving and lying? Wow, you’re really trying to earn yourself a punishment today.” 

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“I’m not, I swear!”

“You know,” he begins conversationally, hands creeping beneath the hem of your dress, calluses grating against supple skin as his palms slide up your thighs, careful, calculated. “Daddy didn’t invite you onto his lap so your could wiggle around and make him hard.” 

His grip clasps around your hips hard, fingers tensing as he holds you in place, nails sinking into the flesh just above the waistband of your panties, latching onto you in tiny stinging bites.

“It’s distracting.” 

The words are spit through gritted teeth, chewed out between heavy molars, the defined hinges of his jaw clenching. 

“Feels good though, doesn’t it?” your hips roll twice in his grasp, slow and forceful, the head of his cock gliding over your swelling, throbbing clit.

It nearly slips between your folds, cunt perfectly outlined by the thin silk clinging to your creases, slick material making the slide easy, panties already drenched all the way through with your arousal. 

Another rock forward has his cockhead catching on your hole, and you swivel your hips in tight, fast circles, almost as if you’re attempting to suck him in through your scant clothing. 

You’re sure you’re making a mess all over his uniform, sure he can feel how disgustingly wet you are from just this alone—a mere bit of dry humping and his stern, strong voice, rumbling against your ribs; doesn’t take much, now, does it?—sticky desire staining the crotch of his pants in a large, irregular patch of dampness. 

“No,” he says sternly, the sheer authority in his voice making you mewl, thighs squeezing his hips again. “It doesn’t.” 

His cock twitches, contradicting his words, and he growls. 

His cock always gives him away. 

A giggle froths in your throat, just barely kept at bay, and he growls again.

You know it’s bad to be laughing, but you just can’t help it—here’s a man with impeccable self-discipline, meticulous, iron-clad control over his own body, and you still manage to make him feel like some horny little virgin, your pelvis rutting again, this time with a vengeance.

It’s a thrill, a rush, to know you have a potent affect on a powerful man, dense heat beginning to sprawl deep within the pit of your belly, empty cunt aching as it flutters against his hard cock—a gentle begging, another surge of wetness rushing to flood the apex of your thighs. 

Still, that doesn’t mean you’re in charge. 

“Move another inch and I swear to the Archons—”

“You’ll do what?” you breathe into his neck, the question hot and beading on his skin. 

“I’ll put you right back on that couch, in time out,” his fingers tighten to near bone-crushing, a cry cracking in your throat. “I mean it.”

Lips molding into a sulky frown, your rub your face into the curve of his shoulder.

“Not fair,” you grumble, the words low and whiny, hitching on the beginnings of a sob. “You’re a big meanie.”

A deep sigh weighs heavy on his chest, ribs decompressing as he exhales, his grip on your waist loosening just a touch.

“Look at me.”

Your head shakes, cheek nestling further into him, a stark refusal.

“Look at me,” Wriothesley repeats, his voice strict, firm, cold, The Duke seeping out past his Daddy facade. “I won’t ask again.”

The command sends a small jolt zipping through your blood, fierce dominance demanding instant attention, and finally, you obey, peeking up from the safety of his shoulder and wincing a little at the intensity of his stare.

“You know what happens to little girls who act like fucking brats,” he warns, ice blue searching your face slow and thorough. 

You do—of course you do. You’ve been in that position more times than you can count. 

They get treated like fucking brats. 

“They get treated like fucking brats,” he echoes your thoughts. “Keep acting like a disrespectful little girl and watch what happens.”

You already know what happens: no sweets, no letters to your friends or trips to the surface, no boardgames before bedtime. 

No fun. 

“But—But! Maybe riding you will help warm me up even more.” 

“You wanna know what else would warm you up even more? A spanking.”

The yelp that hitches in your throat, automatic and half-stifled, is gratifying, satisfaction tugging at a corners of Wriothesley’s lips, edges curling slightly. 

You know he’s not fucking around.

“Is that what you want, huh?” his head dips with yours, effortlessly inhibiting your gaze from escaping his own. “Huh?”

“I—I dunno—”

“Let me revise the question, then.” His voice softens marginally, mollifying beneath your unsure trepidation. “Is that what you need?” 

His eyes are attentive as they scan your face, intent on cataloging and dissecting every slight change in micro-expression, desperate to make sure that you don’t require a therapy spanking.

Is that what you need? Daddy’s strong, solid hand colliding with your bottom in perfectly timed intervals, hard enough to leave a stinging, raised imprint of his palm across your flesh but not harsh enough to procure bruises, or a soreness that lasts more than the night? Daddy’s steady voice, calm and even, calling out numbers echoing after each sharp slap!? Daddy’s thick thighs, sculpted from lean, firm muscle, grounding and pressed tight to your torso, absorbing every shudder of your ribcage, every shiver of your flesh, rippling through your form following each strike?

Do you need a safe space to scream and cry and kick, to let go in every sense of the word and then allow Daddy’s scarred hands to put you back together, piece by painstaking piece, with loving fingers and hushed affirmations? Are you acting out because you’re in dire need of something more, instead of just craving shallow attention and exhilarating entertainment? 

No, you shake your head, you don’t think so.

“Words, sweetheart.”

“No, Sir.” 

“That’s what I thought,” he says, stringent, but his touch is tender, fingertips trailing up your spine in a comforting caress, his other hand massaging small circles into your hip. “Try something again and you will be receiving a spanking. This is your final warning, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” He drops a kiss to the crown of your head, then scatters a few more across your scalp for good measure. “Now, be a good girl and go to sleep for me, yeah? You clearly need a nap.” 

You may always test Daddy’s patience, but Daddy always wins. 

[twixcake]

"𝕎𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤?"

Parings: Sanji, Luffy, Zoro x f!reader ♡

A/N I was talking with my friend about a VCH piercing and now I want one-:( ♡ Don't let me write fanfiction while listening to Lotus Flower Bomb...

⚠️: Cl♡t piercing, N♡pple piercings , praise, degrading, oral, fingering uhhh you name it. Luffy a bit more mature but his character still there!

Spell check: no, might do it later ♡

𝕊𝔸ℕ𝕁𝕀

"My baby! Here you go!!" Sanji appeared behind you with a drink in hand. He stood on one knee as he held the tray up for you to take. "Aww, Sanji that's so sweet of you, what's the flavor today?" You took the drink before giving it a sip. "Oh wow" His eyes sparked when he saw you continue to down the drink. "This is so yummy! What's in it baby?" He smiled at your praise before sitting next to you on the sun chair. "I tried something new!" He said, excitedly. "It's blueberry lemonade with a hint of strawberry!" You hummed before sipping the drink more. "It's delicious, I wouldn't mind trying it again!" He closed his eyes with a smile as you rubbed your fingers under his chin before smooching his cheek. "I'd be happy to pour you another glass, my baby, I made more just in case you liked it!"

"Sure! Just let me finish this glass!" He nodded as he watched you finish the drink before taking it. "Another one coming right up!" You smiled at him before he rushed away to the kitchen. He came back five minutes later holding a very annoyed Luffy and your drink in hand. "Here you go mon doux ange." You thanked him before he went back to scolding the young captain.

The drink was delicious. Just the perfect temperature for this hot sunny day, and just the right mixture of bitter and sweet.

You couldn't lie, you were enjoying it to the point where another cup wasn't sounding that bad.

"LUFFY YOU ALREADY HAD THREE CUPS COME BACK HERE-" You giggle at your boyfriend chase your captain around while you enjoyed your drink.

You still had a bit left in your cup before you felt the cup tilt over as Luffy ran smack dead into you.

"Oh shit!" You grab the cup before more can spill out, but the damage was already done to your shirt.

"DAMN IT LUFFY" You hear your boyfriend groan in annoyance while Luffy runs away. You laugh at the mess before standing up, your boyfriend already by your side. "Are you ok? Any injuries?" He checks your face for any scars while you shake your head. "No it's ok baby,I'm ok…but I should go clean myself up" you down the rest of the drink before placing it on the side table. "I'll help you," he says softly." "Je lui botterai le cul plus tard…" (I'll kick his ass later) He mumbled while you laughed.

"It really was a waste of a good drink though…"

Sanji followed you into your room as you fumble through your clothes. "Nope- It's too hot for that…" you mumbled before pulling out a tank top. "I guess this will do.." you turn back to Sanji before silently cursing."Dammit I forgot Franky and Robin were in showers…I'll have to wait." He shook his head.

"Wait here!" He said, "I'll go get you some napkins"

You sit on your bed patiently before Sanji comes back with a few damp and dry napkins. He leans in front of your legs before gazing up at you, his cheeks a bit pink. "Uhm..is it ok if I can?" You laugh, "Sanji, you're my boyfriend. No need to act so formal, go ahead." He nods as you rub your fingers over his cheek. He lifts your shirt up gently over your chest.

"My angel…"

His eyes grew wide as he was met with your clothed breast. Your piercings poking out underneath the fabric. Juice dripping down your chest onto your stomach..

He lets out a huge gulp. He wanted to stay composed for you. But the sight of your newly pierced nipples almost made him lose control. "My baby, what's this?" His hands shyly snaked their way to your chest while you smiled down at him. "Just got them done…do you like it?" You rub his hair as he lets out a small whimper. "I-i do!"

"O-oh god…." He lifted up your bra as your breast fell out. Your nipples slightly jiggling at the new freedom. He stared at the cute heart chain jewelry before he coughed.

"Y'know…" He gently moved your body over so you laid on the bed. "It would be against my policy to waste food…let me clean you up my angel…"

He leaned down to your chest before he sucked hard on your buds. His fingers playing with the cute chain you bought just for him. You knew he'd love it…but not this much.

"Ah…m'gonna buy you so much pretty jewelry ok?" He mumbled as he licked the spilled juice from your chest. All you could do is bite your lip at the motion. Your buds still sensitive from the piercing.

"O-oh that feels good, sanji…."

He hums around your bud, his finger flicking it occasionally, leaving you arching your back. "C-can I move further?" he panted, almost out of breath as he played with your cute chains. "I need you so bad please…" He humped the bed gently, trying to get some stimulation.

You smile, "of course baby, I need you too"

He removes your skirt and underwear. His cock twitching in his pants as he sees an implant on your underwear.

"Babyyy…" He whines, "Oh god- you-"

His patience grows thin as he tears off your underwear. The chilly air brushing against your heat deliciously as he stares at your cute piercing. He doesn't even ask before his tongue is over your clit. The metal ball merges with his mouth as it gently circles around your clit. He moans softly with you as you grab his hand. "O-oh shit…" His fingers bury themselves into your heat as he fingers you.

"A-ahh~" your back arches as he eats you out. His eyes almost watering at how needy he was. His pants unbearably tight around his cock as when whines against your pussy.

"F-FUCK" you cum around his mouth while he continued to suck hard around your clit. His fingers occasionally coming out to play with the jewelry.

"Again- p-please?….wanna make you cum again angel"

ℤ𝕆ℝ𝕆

"Ok, you agreed to go all out with me" Zoro said, a smirk plastered on his face as he chuckled at your sleepy expression. "You can't back out now" You both were in his crows nest. You should have known agreeing to work out with him was a bad idea...but you wanted to see your boyfriend happy so all you could do was nod.

"You sure you wanna wear all that stuff?" He said, pointing at your hoodie and warm up pants. "We'll be doing a lot, you'll be sweatin, trust me" you shake your head with a whine as you rub your shoulders "It's cold Zoro...couldn't we have done this in the afternoon?" He shook his head and let out a chuckle. "No way! You agreed to my terms, besides" he walked behind you and gave your arms a gentle rub. "You'll warm up soon, trust me." He gave you a small smile, and you couldn't help but return it and nod. "Ok, let's get started..go easy on me!"

You both started slow, Zoro helping you with the basics. Holding your feet down while you did push ups, your lips meeting his each time you sat up. Or how he'd let you sit on his back to get that extra burn he needed while he did a surprising number of push ups.

You had to admit, it was fun.

But you were starting to get hot.

You waved your hand at zoro when he pointed to the weights on the floor. Fanning your hand over your face. He couldn't help but let out a laugh. "See- I told you to take that damn hoodie off!" "Shut up! I get it- just give me a minute ok?"

He gave you a smug grin as you walked over to the side benches, lifting the jug over your body and reliving yourself with the cold water. "Oh god yes..." you said a bit breathless before removing your hoodie. The cool air immediately brushing over your body, giving you more motivation to continue.

You walk back to zoro as he lays on the weight bench. "Think you can spot me?"

You nod and stand over him, his eyes focused on the ceiling as he started to lift the weights.

"Wow Zoro...that's impressive" you praised, as he smiles up at you. "Eh? You think so-" His eyes widened in surprise as his hand almost slips on the weight as his gaze met your chest. Tight sweaty shirt showing off your beautiful figure, and most noticeably your piercings.

"ZORO!" You grab the weight and grab his shoulders. "Are you ok? What happened?" He tried not to stare....he really did. But the way your pierced nipples poked through your soaked shirt only made the buldge in his pants grow more.

"Uhm..." He looked away from your worried gaze. "Let's end it right here ok?" You tilted your head a bit confused before he lifted you over his shoulder. "But zoro-" He ignored you as he climbed down the ladder and into your shared bedroom. He lightly placed you on the bed.

"Zoro! What the hell!? Are you ok??" You looked up to meet his gaze only to be met with a heated face. His hands grasped your sides. "When did you get those?" His fingers traced over your clothed nipples. Chills ran through your body as he stared. "Last week...." you muttered. "Damn it, why'd you wait so long to show me-" He lifted your shirt up, and workout bra before his hands started moving on their own. "Fuck...so beautiful" he squeezed gently around your piercings, the sensation making your back arch a bit. "Mmm- I-I wanted it to be a surprise" You mumbled between pants.

"I...wanna see them while I'm fucking you.." its not like you'd stop him. You nod as you bite your lip, a small smile on your lips as he pulls down your pants and underwear, while one hand stays glued to your tit, rubbing it gently between his hard fingers.

"What the fuck....?" His hand moved away from your nipple and to your legs. You smirk at his awed reaction. He pried your legs open only to be met with a shiny piece of jewelry.

"You're fucking with me.." He mumbled. His hand raises as he gives you a nice smack on your ass. "You kept this from me huh why?" He smirked at you while you gave him an innocent pout.

"Alright, I see how it is..." His finger shoved it's way into your heat making you moan out of shock. His other hand toying around the metal ball making it squish gently against your clit. "Z-zoro please" you bite your lip. "Shut up...you want to hide stuff from me? " He smirked. "Need to be tamed or something?" He mocked before sliding off his pants.

"I'll fuck you until you learn not to keep secrets from me..."

𝕃𝕌𝔽𝔽𝕐

"I got you Luffy.." your arm wraps around Luffy's side as you help your boyfriend out of his bed. His chest still bruised and wounded from his previous fight, but he can't help but give you a warm smile. "Baby! There you are!" He said cheerfully as you helped him off the bed. "Gotta any meat with you?" You roll your eyes and smack his side lightly earning a tiny groan from him. "Is that all you ever think about? YOU'RE LITERALLY WOUNDED-" he pouts. "Fine I'll go get you some meat but then you NEED to take a bath ok? It's been three days, Luffy! I don't want you getting an infection if you have any cuts!" He snickers at your annoyance before crossing his arms. "Fine…but will you come with me?" He gave you a small pout. "Of course, I need to take care of you," you gave a worried expression at his bruises. "I'll wash you ok? I'll go get the meat then we'll go bathe" you both share a smile as he nods.

"OH- BABY-" He yells at you, stopping you from leaving the room. "Bring me some hot sauce too please!!~"

"Oh my god.." you roll your eyes with a cheeky smile before you leave for the kitchen.

"Back" you walk in to your drooling boyfriend. His mouth watering at the sight of the tray of meat. "YAY! THANKS BABY! You're the best-" His hands impatiently stretch out and grab the tray from your hands before he starts gnawing at the bone.

"Holy shit why are you so hungry!" You were surprised to see the bone already. "Sanji just fed you like an hour ago!!" He laughed before taking your hand and standing up.

"You know that won't keep me full!" He patted his stomach. "Alright! Let's go take that bath kay?" You nod as you lead him to the bathroom. You run warm water before seating him in the tub. "Stay here I'll go get the soap…" you walk over to the shelf before grabbing the soap and a towel. You sit on the edge of the tub while Luffy glares playfully at you.

"What?"

"Why am I the only one bathing!??" He frowns before you let out a small chuckle. "Sorry…sorry" You grab your shower cap before placing it on. "I'll join you, captain's orders I guess" you roll your eyes playfully before getting undressed. "Happy?" You sit besides his before he lays his head on your shoulder. "Yeah should have been-" His eyes trail down to your chest as you wash his back gently. Your buds hardened and perked up…but something was different.

His hand lifts up to your chest giving your nipple a soft squeeze.

"Ee- Luffy what are you doing?!?" You almost drop the towel as you stare at your boyfriend.

"These are new!" He gawks at your cute piercings, kind of cringing at the thought of having it done.

"Did it hurt??" "When did you get them done? Can I play with them?"

He doesn't even wait for an answer until you're seated in his lap. His hands pinching and pulling at your sensitive buds. "Mhh Luffy- i-i need to wash you baby don't-"

He kisses your cheek before smiling. "Do you have any more things?"

"Things? You mean jewelry?" He nods.

"Mhm…but that's not important Luffy! Lemme take care of you ok ahh-"

You Arch your back, your protests ignored as he sucked on your chest. His hands rubbing over your sides gently as he grinds against you. "Show me." He said flatly as he pinched around your jewelry.

"Mm- no baby I need to…mhh"

His dick was hard as he rubbed himself against you. He seated you between his legs so he could grind lightly over your heat. He sucked gently on your buds before his cock rubs against something cold…unfamiliar.

"Baby.." He mumbled against your neck.

"Stand up.." You raised an eyebrow, turning around to see his love struck face. His lids low and his breath hot. His body warm against you as he tries to push you up.

"Ok ok! You're acting so weird" you say as you stand up.

"Bend over…please?" "Wanna see…"

You do as he said, your face heated.

He clings to your thighs to support you as he stares. "Woah…" He leans in close.

"Baby! How did you get this? Did it hurt baby?" He rubbed your upper thigh, the pressure from his finger making the ball rub against your clit. "Ah…"

One of his hands left your thigh as two fingers spread you open. The bathhouse air making your shiver from the breeze.

"Luffy…"

He turns you around as he straddles your hips, his face heated and sweaty.

"Baby…I need you…"

He lowered you on his dick, his pelvis hitting gently against your clit as the ball moved with his movements.

Your tips jumped up and down as he bounced you up and down on his cock, his hands gripping your hips almost painfully as he stared at your piercings. "A-ah baby…can you get some cute red ones?"

"Wanna see it while I fuck you ok ?"

You let out a whine as you nodded.

You really couldn't deny your captain's orders.

[victorianbatman]

More ATLA/LOK Incorrect quotes

GN reader, unless stated otherwise

Bolin, propping his feet on the table: So, I heard you like bad boys?

Y/n: What? No.

Bolin, taking his feet off the table: Oh thank God, that felt terrible.

-

Lin: Whats this?

Y/n, hugging her: Affection.

Lin: Disgusting.

Lin:…

Lin: Do it again.

-

Bolin: Wow, your legs look amazing in those pants!

Y/n: You should see me without them.

Bolin: Without.. legs?

-

Sokka: What did you make for Y/n?

Zuko, staring at the burnt food: Regret.

-

Korra, holding kettle: Coffee or tea?

Y/n: Tea.

Korra: Wrong! Its coffee.

-

Bolin, talking about y/n: My crush isn’t picking up on any of my hints.

Mako: What hints have you given them?

Bolin: I think about them.. a lot.

Bolin: And sometimes I think about talking to them.

-

Y/n: Mako?

Mako: What?

Y/n: Are you asleep?

Mako: Who the fuck did you think said ‘what’?

-

Y/n, waking up: Am I dead?

[Sees Asami next to them]

Y/n: Is this heaven?

Korra, bangs on door: Open up, fuckers its me Korra

Y/n, tearing up: I always knew I’d end up in hell.

-

Lin: Having trouble figuring out who knows Korra the best?

Asami: Its me!

Bolin: Its me!

Mako: Its me!

Y/n:..

Y/n: It’s probably not me.

-

Y/n: Time for plan G.

Mako: Wait- don’t you mean plan B?

Y/n: No we did plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over C because of some technical difficulties.

Asami: What about plan D?

Y/n: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Bolin: And plan E?

Y/n: Im hoping not to use it, I die in plan E.

Korra: I like plan E.

-

Y/n: What the fuck? People actually tell their crushes they like them?

Mako: Well, what do you do?

Y/n: I die? Pfft- What kinda question..

-

Y/n: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and it died.

Y/n: Then I started thinking. It was just trying to get food.

Y/n: Like, what if I went to the fridge to get something to eat and it slammed the door on me and broke my neck?

Y/n: Howw would I feel?

Mako: Are you ok?

-

Bolin: What does ‘take out’ mean?

Mako: Food.

Asami: Dating.

Korra: Murder.

Y/n: IT COULD MEAN ALL THREE IF YOURE NOT A FUCKING COWARD!

-

Korra: You’re a little obsessed with yourself aren’t you?

Y/n: Well if im not who else is gonna be?

-

[Y/n, throws bread at turtleducks]

Y/n: Do not forget this act of altruism. If I am ever in trouble, I expect you and your brethren to come to my aid. Do not forget.

-

Y/n: You’re the love of my life, I’d do anything for you.

Asami: I want you to take care of yourself and get enough sleep.

Y/n: Absolutely not.

-

Asami: My boyfriend is too tall to kiss, what should I do?

Korra: Punch him in the gut, then when he leans down kiss him.

Bolin: Tackle him

Y/n: Dump him, be with me.

Lin, passing by: Kick him in the shin.

Mako: Please don’t do any of those.

-

[Korra, sneaks into house at 2 am]

Mako, turns in swivel chair: Care to explain where you were?

Korra: Uhh.. I was out with Y/n.

Y/n, also turns around in another swivel chair: Care to- [chair wont stop turning] Mako- I cant stop the chair-

-

Bolin, after making Y/n mad: You wont hit me, I have witnesses.

Y/n: Mako. Asami. Turn around.

[Both Mako and Asmai turn around]

Bolin, scared: M-Mako? Asami?

-

Y/n: So whats Zukos type?

Sokka: Y/c eyes, kind, oblivious, good sense of humour, turtleduck lover.

Y/n: Damn, sounds kind of like me. Too bad we’re just friends though.

Sokka: Did I mention oblivious?

Y/n: Yeah why?

Sokka: Just making sure.

[kuro4thegays]

- What does freedom look like without you? - What I cannon take.

[Word count: 2k - 1/9] [Aventurine x male!reader] [Content: suggestive, sexual themes, angst, implied sexual abuse(off screen), jealousy(reader), misunderstanding, alcohol, set during the Penacony story]

Penacony, the land of festivities, was truly something to behold. The warm city lights, painting what otherwise might have been cold streets, and the smooth jazz setting the mood were enough to take the hearts of most tourists. Unfortunately, you weren’t here for recreational reasons.

“Aventurine…” You opened the door of your unnecessarily luxurious hotel room only to be greeted by the sight of your work partner weakly leaning against the door frame. If it wasn’t for the way he looked like he could barely stand you might have straight up closed the door on him right then and there, but you still had some bits of sympathy left. “What are you doing here-” Aventurine didn’t give you the grace to finish the sentence, falling into your arms like an unsteady chair missing one of its legs. From this distance you could feel the alcohol oozing out of the other male, making the reason for such an uncharacteristically clumsy fall rather evident. “You reek of alcohol.” You couldn’t hide your thoughts on the matter. “And you smell so nice.” Aventurine on the other hand took the chance to make his appreciation known. He hid his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the strangely comforting smell as you tried to come up with an appropriate response. You considered pushing him away, yet somehow you could already see him walking up to your door like a lost puppy again.

“Tch” The sound that left your lips wasn’t very reassuring, but regardless you pulled the very drunk Aventurine inside. “Sit down, you need something to drink.” You said, but Aventurine stayed practically attached to you like a koala bear. “Aventurine, are you even listening?” Curse your chest for being so warm because now there was no way of getting out of the other male’s grip. “Aventurine, you’re going to feel very sick in the morning if you don’t drink something right now.” Eventually you managed to push the drunkhead’s face out of your chest, holding his cheek a bit too tenderly as you looked into those intoxicating eyes. 

“Why do I even bother?” You sighed, but frankly, not even common sense was stopping you now. You helped Aventurine sit down on the nearby sofa, gently pushing his wobbly body down onto the steady surface. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” You ran to get some water, yet as soon as you did so you could hear his wasted whines. “You can’t be leaving me alone in this state! I might die, you know!” You should have seen this coming. You came back as quickly as you went, but it seems like not even that was enough for Aventurine. “I didn’t know -hic- that you were the type to leave your drunk partner all alone.” He slurred, but you have already learnt that such childish teasing should only be met with a dose of cold ignoring. “Drink up.” Your voice left no room for negotiation as you brought the cool glass up to Aventurine’s loose lips.

Aventurine, of course, opened his mouth, readying himself for another complaint, but your hands were clearly faster. You pushed the glass into the drunk male’s mouth and watched cautiously so that he doesn’t choke on anything. “You’ll feel awful in the morning if you don’t.” Still, your voice held that tinge of gentleness. “And I honestly don’t want to have to deal with that.” But you quickly covered its last traces. 

Thank God, Aventurine found it in himself to shut up for at least this fleeting moment, otherwise you might have had to slap the back of his head one time too many. He gulped down everything you gave him, such desperation certainly not expected by someone who was pushing it away just a moment ago. “Wow [name], you -hic- truly are the sweetest.” Aventurine chuckled while you just gave him the usual look of annoyance. “You really are no fun, hmm?” It didn’t take long for him to return to complaining. Meanwhile, you returned the glass onto the counter. “What even brings you here?” You questioned. For God’s sake you were staying in the same hotel. Was it really that hard for him to climb the extra pair of stairs? 

Aventurne’s eyes lingered on your form for a minute more than they should have, but he eventually spoke. “How about we make a game out of it?” Somehow he could predict the expression that would grace your face even just at the suggestion. “Even at this ungodly hour of the night you’re still thinking about gambling? Such a vast character you must have.” But Aventurine only chuckled in response to your harsh words. You eyed the hickeys painting the skin of his neck and shoulders. Something about them makes you mad, unreasonably so. You knew not to pry, but God dammit Aventurine was your exception in many ways. Why were you feeling this way so suddenly? Somewhere inside that head of yours you were aware of Aventurine’s abilities, his unbreakable chain of luck, but the primal, jealous side screamed louder. Ah, yes, jealousy was the name of the curse that had befallen you. “And what’s in it for you?”

“If I win you let me stay the night.” He said it a bit too quickly, almost like he has been waiting for you to ask the question. In his drunken state it seemed almost like he lost all his negotiating skills, cute. “A coin toss?” Before you could even answer he was already preparing the coin, just like the first time you met, though this time you should have known better. “I’ll be heads, if you agree, of course.” You were nodding even before he got to finish his sentence, your eyes fully focused on the coin. “My, I couldn’t predict that you would be so eager -hic- to gamble.” Aventurine’s intoxicated hand was struggling to hold the coin straight. “Ready?” But the coin was already in the air. The gambler waited silently while your eyes were practically glued to the piece of gold, yet a shame that it didn’t change the result of the gamble. Heads. This should have been expected, but you couldn’t help but furrow your eyebrows in frustration. Is this what gambling was all about? “Damn it.” You cursed under your breath. “Oh, was someone getting invested?” Naturally, his teasing would only be getting more prominent after such an easy victory. At this exact moment you would have swore that your face was as neural as it could be, but Aventurine had a keen eye, he could see that small smile decorating your features. “No, I was just…” Words failed you yet again. It was hard arguing with such a pretty face. “I think you were~” You decided to stay quiet this time, hiding your expression under your hand. “No matter.” Aventurine concluded. “Just hope that there is enough space in your bed tonight.” You swore that drunk laughing was getting on your nerves, but maybe it wouldn’t hurt to hear it one more time. “Whatever.”

You both fell silent for a moment, unspoken words still floating somewhere within your minds, yet their exit was blocked off by something called ego. You were the one who gave in first. Your curiosity prevailed. “Where were you?” Your eyes traveled down the drunk man’s neck, those red marks still causing something inside you to burn. “At a bar, duh.” Aventurine dismissed the question. Your heart craved more, but after such an embarrassing loss, reason returned to you. You knew where the line was, or at least you would like to think so. Oh, but Aventurine noticed the hunger that seeped from your eyes. “You’re eying me like a piece of meat, you know?” His speech was still somewhat slurred, but his words were nothing but serious. “If that’s how you feel you should have said so.” Aventurine chuckled, yet this time there was something different about it. His laugh, dark and deep, echoed inside your head, hindering all attempts at forming a coherent thought useless. Before you could even process it Aventurine was already sitting closer to you. Closer and closer, the only thing separating you being the thin layer of hot air flowing between the two of you. “What?” You wanted to move even closer, but that quiet voice of reason at the back of your head was begging you not to. “What is the meaning of th-” But Aventurine shushed you, his intoxicating, almost predatory gaze locked on yours. You were losing control of the situation.

“Is it not clear to you, dear?” His voice would be enough to make anyone weak. “Let me show you.” “Wait! Aven-” You were quickly shut up with a heated wet kiss. You could feel the leftover alcohol on his tongue, just kissing him could make one feel tipsy, but you had to resist. You should have been the responsible one. “What the fuck, Aventurine?!” You pushed him away, for his own safety. “Hmm?” Aventurine still seemed a little lost, licking his lips as his eyes struggled to focus. “You can’t just go around doing… what you just did. Someone could… Someone could do something to you!” Just the thought disgust you, yet you had to stay firm.

“What? Didn’t you like that?” He retorted. “You know, they tell me that I am a great kisser.” His chuckles melted with his words, the alcohol’s effects taking over his sense of rationality. “No, that’s not it!” “So you like it?” “No!” The jealousy plaguing your heart morphed into concern. Who were ‘they’? Were ‘they’ the ones whose kisses covered Aventurine’s body? Were ‘they’ multiple people? You felt paralyzed by all the questions. But this wasn’t the time. “Aventurine, you’re drunk. You don’t know what you want.”

This sentence of yours hit Aventurine harder than it was meant to. Alcohol had its way of altering what people heard and understood. “Do you not trust me?” Aventurine stepped back. “Do you think I’m trying to deceive you?” He averted his gaze, not that it mattered much when his whole world was turning blurry. “That's not it, I just…” “But I’m yours, [name]!” Your words couldn't reach him. “No, you’re not!” You spat the words out quicker than intended, yet again, their meaning lost in intoxication’s hold over Aventurin’s cognitions. Perhaps those words caused something in him to break, or at least one would assume that by the way he wobbled backwards, seemingly lost. “But… I could make you feel so good if you just let me… Why?” He said, his steps getting unsteady. 

You quickly stood up, catching Aventurine before he could fall over. “You’re too drunk for this.” You shushed him, trying the best you could to drag him to the hotel bed. “But… what I feel is real… I promise.” He mumbled, yet his lips succumbed to the alcohol’s effect. His words were barely recognizable at this point as you laid him down on the bed.

“Do you hate m…” But his lips stopped moving before he could finish. You were still leaning over him, trying to figure out what had just happened. Have you failed? What was your partner talking about? Did it even matter at this point? You were the sober one, the responsible one. Yet, you couldn’t stop things from escalating, you couldn’t protect Aventurine. At this point you too could feel the sleepless nights creeping up on you. Though…

You are going to need a cold shower after this.

[Writer’s note: So good to see you again, no I have not been promising this since... um, February. Haha, it's here guys and in multiple parts. When I originally made that post I just had in mind this first chapter, but then I realized oh damn this could be a whole fucking story. Guess what? I made it into a whole story. I hope that I'll be able to cook up the next chapter next month, but for now the only thing I know is that my next work is going to be something for Kaveh's birthday because I love him. That's about it. Hope that you all thoroughly enjoy this. Bye bye.]

[sillygoosealert]

LET ME COOK NEOW..What if Bi Han witnessed readers death in the most horrible way but..HE WAKES UP AND READER IS FR LAYING THERE KNOCKED TF OUT😭BACK FACING HIM LFMAOAOA. Anyways Bi Han realizes he needs to be more ummm, loving so he holds reader close and they wake up and are like “you good🤨”

WAIT, WAIT A MINUTE YOU’RE ONTO SOMETHING

Hey, are you okay? (◦˘ З(◦'ںˉ◦)♡

RAHH ANGST, however.. there IS comfort this time 💕, description of gore n stuff

Bi-Han is walking into your shared room after an argument

You were standing in front of him just a minute ago, but when he walks into the room, gore is splattered everywhere

He runs over to your body, shaking you as he tries to put your intestines back into your opened stomach

They keep spilling out, every time he tries to look into your eyes they look away, they won't face him

Then when he looks back to your stomach- your organs are..gone?

They're missing, there is nothing left

He has taken all you are, there is nothing left

He tries to look at your face but he can't, it's deformed beyond reconciliation. It doesn't even look like you anymore

He wakes up, your back facing him as he dry heaves

You are snoring, drooling on your pillow, legs spread out as you continue to stay in your own world

Sweat is covering him, but he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in

You wake up, to a very sweaty man shivering into you

‘What are you doing..?’

‘Please..please just give me a second..’ he's nuzzling into you, smelling you?

He calms down, keeping his head tucked into your neck

‘Bad dream?’ you are worried now, trying to pry yourself away

He pulls you back and grunts into your neck, so you stay like that for a little

Then he decides you won't die as soon as he lets go, so he retreats his arms and picks you up out of bed

Taking you with him, you dress together

Then he sits you down on the chair in front of the vanity and grabs a comb

‘What are you doing?’

‘Brushing your hair’

‘Why?’

Silence

‘I want to show you..my gratitude for your presence in my everyday life’

‘Why now?’

You think he's going to cry, he's slightly shaking, and he looks scared

‘Because I don't want your last memory of me to be of how much you hated me, and how you wish you were with another man. One that could keep you safe, that can provide for you better than I can…’

Now you're silent

But that's a pretty good reason, you think

‘Oh, yeah, you can brush my hair then..’

‘Okay..’

It’s awkward, and you don’t think he’s brushed someone else’s hair before

‘I can brush my own hair if you just want me to brush yours?’

‘I wanted to brush your hair, I want to be better to you’

You a take a breath, he's trying, for some reason..

‘Okay, take your time, thank you’

‘Okay..you’re welcome..’

It takes him a minute, but he gets out most of the tangles

Then you brush out his hair, giving him a man bun

‘This is..good..’

‘Thank you Grandmaster’

‘You are on a first-name basis with me now’

‘Oh, okay’

Wow, you've been upgraded

Throughout the day he makes an effort to make sure you are comfortable, and also near him

Then night creeps into the day, infecting it with its disease

You are both in bed, looking at each other

‘You were nice to me today’

‘I tried’

‘Thank you’

He says nothing, putting a hand on your shoulder

‘I had a dream..that I no longer had you in my life. It scared me, a lot.’

Oh

‘I won't be leaving you anytime soon Bi-Han, I promise’

‘Can you promise that?’

‘No, but I expect you to know I will try every day to come back to you’

‘Thank you..’

Of course, get some rest, we have another day together tomorrow..’

‘Goodnight..’

‘Goodnight Bi-Han..’

You fall asleep facing each other tonight,

This is SUPPOSED to be awkward and weird, but comforting, I hope that's how you felt 🎀

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for your pk poll… I CANT CHOOSE… but i do love sub reader and joel making her piss herself tbh 🫣🫢

The Garden of Peeden

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Notes: We're getting it all. here's a little something to keep everyone happy with PK...for now.

Warnings: PISS KINK, reader and Joel piss on reader, sub!Reader, daddy kink, semi public, assisted masturbation

18+ONLY

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It’s been 6 weeks since Joel’s started training you to go without holding back, no matter the circumstances. You’ve started getting used to it. That freeing feeling of warmth filling your senses, making your mind go from anxious to relaxed just by releasing.

Today, he has you in a beautiful sun dress, no panties. You’re spread out on top of him with your back against his chest. The two of you slouched on a patio chair as he rubs lazy circles on your clit. The breeze feels amazing, ruffling your dress and blowing cool air on your heat. You’re leaned against him with your head turned towards his. Joel’s strong arm wrapped around your middle to keep you close. He kisses you slowly, sensually, swallowing your little whimpers. All the while brushing his thumb over your pelvis.

“It’s time,” he whispers against your ear.

You nod, feeling shivers traveling over your body. You’d be holding it as he teased you, but now the tremors feel more violent. 

“You gonna let go f’me? Paint me a pretty picture.” He gestures to the stone pavement below you. Despite being outside, the beautiful garden surrounding you adds some semblance of privacy. Its colorful array mixed with the outdoor atmosphere makes for the perfect lazy Saturday afternoon piss outside.

“S’okay, I got ya.” He pushes his thumb a little harder on your bladder while his middle and ring finger draw tight circles along your folds. You nod, biting your lips and forcing a steady breath out. It’s the hardest part for sure. It builds and builds and builds inside you. The pressure forcing your hips off of his every so often as you try to hold it in. 

No, he told you to relax. Stop flexing your walls to try to starve it off. You close your eyes, unwinding mentally and physically.

And it starts to happen.

A short, practice burst of urine shoots from your slit before trickling out again, slowly building up to a steady stream. 

“Oooohhhhhhh. There she is, that’s my good girl. My beautiful girl,” he hums with a grin. His presses his lips to yours. Joel’s hand kneads your pussy over your stream, rubbing your clit messily. Warm piss spills down his wrist and your ass, onto his jeans but he doesn’t care. He loves the sound of your interrupted hissing due to his movements. The pavement crackles as it splatters consistently like a pretty fountain waterfall. 

You sigh contently. It’s the best part, by far. You crack as smile and close your eyes again.

He laughs softly. “Ahhh that’s it, so good isn’t it? Making such a pretty mess, baby girl. You like peeing all over yourself n’ Daddy, I can tell. GO on, piss some more.”

You both watch from between your legs as you shoot a particularly strong jet, watching it arc over a sizable distance and landing on a dry part of the stones.

“Wow! Look at that, gettin so strong!” He rubs his palm over you quicker, the stream becoming splotched all over your dress and stomach. You both giggle and kiss once again. He drink your sexy noises as the two of you soak yourselves in hot liquid. 

“Ahhhh, baby, your squirtin’ pussy gets me so hard.” He grinds your ass along his harden length trapped underneath his jeans.

It doesn’t take much to read Joel Millers mind. All you’ve left are little trickles here and there of your piss. So you reach between your legs and pull his poor cock out.

“Mmmmm that’s better. Feeling’ that breeze on your pussy feels good on my dick too.” He lazily smirks as you start to fist him.

“Can I put it inside?” You ask.

“Got a better idea.”  He grips his cock and sits the two of you back a little more, now your heads propped up against the low back rest. He jerks himself a little, slapping your clit.

You jolt each time his tip smacks your clit. He kisses you between breaths, a game of cat and mouse as he chases your tongue.

“Pull those tits out,” he grunts.

You pull the neckline of your stretchy dress below your breasts just as Joel comes up to cup one. 

“M’gonna paint a pretty picture too. Ya ready f’me?”

You nod excitedly and spread your legs even wider for him. 

Joel grits his teeth, fisting himself a little before letting out a pained groan. His tip explodes in a fat stream of piss upwards, first hitting your clit then increasing up along your naval and to your breasts.

You giggle and squirm. The warm liquid feels amazing on your cool tits. It smacks your chest then trickles all down your front, soaking your dress and you in the process. 

His tongue is caught between his teeth as he moans drunkenly, watching you present yourself fuller for him to ruin with piss. 

“Feel that, baby? Daddy loves pissin’ on ya, such a beautiful thing f’me to paint.” “Thank you Daddy! Love your hot piss blanketing me.”

You cup your breasts and glide this tip to slot between your messy folds. His hot, strong stream of pee overwhelms you quickly, spreading down below you and starting to coat his sides and thighs. It’s so much. Way stronger, way more copious than yours was. The chair leaks so much urine, a puddle quickly forming below the two of you.

He starts to just hit your clit. The warm sensation, coupled with its pounding nature quickly sends you in a frenzy of quivers. He snatches your lips just as you begin to cum on his piss. You’re loud now too, forgoing the fact that your backyard can still be overheard by neighbors. Its beautiful. He wants to hoard all your sounds to himself. in time, you’ll be ready to piss yourself around others.

He’s just content covering you in his fluids for his eyes only for now.

When you finish, you pant heavily. He pecks your lips, refusing to let you part from his too much. The two of you are absolutely drenched, But you especially. Your pretty little sun dress now sticks awkwardly to your body, the neckline stretched below your wet tits.  

“My beautiful girl,” he hums again into your lips. 

His thick fingers begin to stroke between your petals once more.

 “Shall we try for round two?”

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Clouds 2

Wow thanks to everyone for all the kind revews and love I received, made my day really ♥ Here is part 2, I hope you'll like as much as the first one!

Maybe he's a little longer, we'll see.

TW : Blood, car accident, hospital, broke down people.

PART I (Reader's POV) is here!

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Ona doesn't understand. She doesn't understand how the fuck the both of you were happily walking, talking about some creepy guy who had the audacity to put his hands on you, and the second after she's here, on the ground. The car that hit you braked, but the driver’s reflexes weren't fast enough. For like a second, Ona froze, looking your body about ten meters from her.

As this second seems like an eternity, she eventually jump on her feet running for her dear life to you.

"Y/N!"

The scream she make is the last thing you will remember after, and it's maybe better this way. Ona didn't have this chance, though. She will forever remember the picture of your bleeding face when she turns you back. She first check if your breathing before trying to wake you up, calling your name again and again. Her brain recorded that passers-by (she didn't realize it was Alexia and Mariona) called the emergency and that an ambulance arrived, allowing her to focus on the task that she considers vital. Take you back to her.

"Ona"

She hear the voice, even acknowledging her but she didn't care. She’s trying to stop your blood from invading your face but she can't. There is too much. She brutally pushes back the hand that tries to detach her from you, Aitana's. Mariona loses balance and finds herself sitting on the floor, but too bad. Ona will apologize later.

"Ona" Alexia try again, putting her hand on the back of the catalan.

"She won't wake up" Ona sob, sushing away the tears on her face, spreading a little of your blood on her own face.

"Ona you're bleeding too" Alexia states, the voice choked by anxiety.

"I don't give a fuck Alexia!" Ona shouts, letting her anger of the situation going on your bestfriend while the blue lights of the ambulance finally light up the street.

*************

Head in her hands, curled up on a plastic chair in the waiting room, Ona focuses on her breathing. Anxiety and horror seem to prevent her from breathing properly. She climbed into the ambulance with you, but obviously couldn’t hold your hand into the operating room. You haven’t opened your eyes since that damn car took you off. The doctors promised to keep her informed of the progress of the situation, but apart from a sorry look the nurse has nothing to offer her at the moment.

One eternity later, Ona feels two arms around her and she recognizes Alexia. Luckily she didn't consume a drop of alcohol and could jump in her car to join your girlfriend in the hospital. In silence, Ona detaches her arms around her legs to let herself go against the blonde. Alexia may be your best friend, but she is still a valuable friend to Ona.

"I called your mother" Alexia whispers. "She's coming"

Ona nods simply. Her mother loves you, Ona sometimes joke how much you look like Harry Potter in the Weasley family. At first, Ona had feared the reaction of her parents. She had never introduced them to a girlfriend, but she quickly realized that her fears were unnecessary. Her parents loved you quickly, how could it have been otherwise? You were polite, open and smiling. You never mentioned your family situation on your own, so Ona did it for you. It didn’t take long for Ona’s mother, whom you affectionately call Mami, to require your presence at weekly family meals.

"Thank you"

Ona's voice was weak, her body broken from all the crying. Alexia let her go for some time and Ona jump a little after, feeling something wet in her face.

"Stay still" Alexia asks simply, while she washed her face from your blood.

She was alone and Ona was glad. Her mother is of course welcome, but your girl wouldn't have had the courage to endure the presence of more people for now. Later, while Ona was having her injured wrist treated, the blonde simply informed her that she had informed the others but had asked them not to write to her.

*************

Four hours later, Ona was still in her chair but Alexia was replaced by her mother. The silence is heavy, while the brunette had let her head rest on the shoulder of her mother, who gently caressed her scalp.

"Y/N family?"

Ona jumps on her feet, startled her mother in the process. She announces herself in a trembling voice, trying to find clues in the tired face of the doctor.

"She's alive" he begins and Ona feels like she may be losing consciousness of relief. "She has severe head trauma, a dislocated shoulder and many broken ribs. But no internal bleeding or perforated lungs, that’s what we feared the most. She still needs a CT scan tomorrow morning to determine if she has a cracked skull. For now, her body is too tired."

"Is she up?" Ona asks.

"No, she's... Not for now. And we don't really know when she will"

Another stab in your girlfriend’s heart. Feeling her daughter failing, Mrs Battle slips an arm around her waist before turning to the doctor.

"What do you mean? She will wake up, right?"

"She will. But in two day, two weeks, two months... She’ll do it when she’s ready. Her brain protects her so that she can come back to you and her body takes care of itself as best as possible."

"I need to see her" Ona whispers.

"Sur, come with me".

He shows your room and Ona stay still on the door. You were lying on a white bed with a lot of machines and wires everywhere. They washed your body from the blood and your hair, they are still wet. Ona’s eyes filled with tears one again and she needed a little push behind her back from her mother to make her way to you.

"I will call your brother and father" Mrs Batlle decide, letting both of you alone.

*************

Four days have passed and Ona still hasn’t left your bedside. Joan, her brother, has brought her clean clothes and she has showered in your room, but she remains clinging to your bed like a mold to her rock. She refused the offers of her parents, brother and friends to accompany her to your home with the same determined air each time.

"Sorry I shouted at you the night of the accident" Ona says to Alexia, while she keeps her company with Ingrid and Mapi.

La Reina frowns at first, before remembering the moment to which Ona refers.

"Don't worry" she gently answers first, before adding with a hint of malice "But if you want to make it up to me, you can always agree to go home and refresh yourself and rest a little."

Ona sighs. She's exausted, of course. But she's also terrified to leave you and that something else will happen to you.

"We can come with you and Alexia can stay with her"

The proposal comes immediately from Ingrid, who saw the small opening that Ona offered them. The Spanish takes a brief look at her before resting her gaze on you.

"Only to take a bath" Ona decides, before Mapi intervenes.

"And to eat something substantial. You melt at a glance."

Ona rolls her eyes, but gets up after kissing your hand. Yesterday your heart rate reacted when she touched your hand. The brunette has hardly let go of your hand since and seeing that her kiss causes a small spike on the monitor reassures her a little.

"I'll be back soon" she whispers against your skin before leaving.

*************

In fact, Ona came back a little faster than expected, your heart having had a grudge during her absence. Without hesitation, Alexia contacted Mapi who brought Ona back to the hospital as quickly as possible, shortening their meal in the restaurant located next to Ona’s apartment.

"What happened?"

As if she was afraid that you would disappear, Ona caresses your face with her trembling hands, looking for the slightest physical change on your face.

"They couldn’t explain… Her heart stopped. They’re going to come and get her for more tests"

Ona turns around when the doctors arrive, unplugging some of the machines before training you again away from her. It was at this very moment that Ona’s nerves dropped. In a mixture of anger and simply too much emotion.

"A heart doesn't stop just like this" Ona spits, before she gets up and starts walking around the room.

"Ona..." Mapi try with a smooth voice.

But from the moment it's just too much. Yesterday, she found out you didn’t have a skull crack, which was very good news. She found out too that the driver who hit you was drunk and shouldn’t have been driving. This new is still not digested. How can a fucking stranger take what is most precious to her?

Before she knew what was happening to her, Ona’s hands left her hair and began to swing across the room everything that could fall into her hand.

The other three girls in the room reacted in their own way. Mapi, not seeming to find what to do in front of such a discharge of emotions remained fixed on the ground. Alexia, who has reached a threshold of fatigue not far from Ona's feels tears rolling on her cheeks, realizing how much she is unable to help her friend feel better.

Ingrid, on the other hand, ended up interrupting the tornado Ona by holding her as hard as possible against her. This works in a way since the brunette stops throwing things everywhere to broke down in her arms.

"I just don't want to feel anything anymore" Ona manage to say between two sobs.

"I know" the Norwegian whispers while rocking Ona, soon joined in their embrace by Alexia and, a little after, Mapi.

*************

"Uno" Laia said, putting his penultimate card on the pile at the foot of your bed.

The city player arrived yesterday from Manchester, skipping some training to come and support his best friend. She was kept informed by Ona herself and her mother and in front of the distress of her friend, she did not hesitate to come. Even if it means being deprived of a match this weekend.

"You're cheating" Joan grumbls, sitting in front of her sister while Laia is between the two Batlle.

Ona had a vague smile, letting her gaze slide over you. She does not play, but enjoys having the company of her brother and best friend. Your teammates having a game today, they had to desert the hospital for two days. This does not prevent Alexia from calling Ona regularly and keeping the rest of the team informed.

The nurses looked at Laia and Joan with a look of annoyance as they saw them play like this, but Ona prevented them from stopping, sure you're enjoying.

*************

Lucy and Salma by your side, Ona agreed for the first time to leave your bedside since your "Heart accident" as she call it. She took a shower, realizing that her mother has once again come to clean and wash her apartment. But when she stands in front of her wardrobe, she realise she didn't want to wear anything from her.

"Would you mind stopping at Y/M apartment?" She asks shyly at her father and her brother.

Both are in her living room, watching sports on TV until she’s ready. Given the time, her mother is certainly at home, preparing the meal which she will take to Ona in the hospital a little later. Despite all the protests of her daughter, nothing prevented her from continuing to do so, pretending she can't let her daughter dying from hunger. Ona couldn't help but point out that she had just discovered who Joan and her were holding their characters from.

"Of course not Onita" her father answers before standing up.

They decided to wait for her in the car, leaving Ona alone in your apartment. Lucy volunteered to come and air it regularly, but apart from that it was not hit. Ona didn't set foot there either and sighs softly seeing that nothing has moved since you left for the nightclub after your game.

You took the time to throw your dirty clothes into the machine without turning it, too eager to come out. You showered, dressed before exchanging several kisses to finally join your teammates.

In your room, Ona opens your wardrobe and focuses her attention on the floor where you store your hoodies. She misses feeling your arms around her terribly and she hopes that putting on one of your hoodies will make her feel a little closer to her. She chose a black, Nike brand. She knows full well that it will be a little too big for her, but she does not care.

Mumbling a curse by dropping a box, she quickly gets rid of her own sweater before putting on yours. Only after she leans down to pick it up, sniffing your smell on the fabric in the same gesture.

Mechanically, she opens the box to face a necklace and a pendant. Both are very simple, but delicate and the shape of the jewel, a star, perfectly reminds him of your first date. The letter accompanying the box takes her a few minutes to read and she finds herself crying again. This is not the first love letter you write to her, being a bit old school. But this one, you wrote it while watching her sleep and the Ona bewitched, sensitive and cuddly of the morning is undoubtedly the one you prefer.

Between her tears, she sits in front of the mirror of your wardrobe and slips your gift around her neck, taking care to hide it under her sweater for the moment. And, before worrying her father and brother, Ona comes down from your apartment to join them in the car.

*************

"Today is our birthday"

It's the evening and Ona is alone with you for the moment. Alexia proposed a coffee a few minutes ago and is now looking for the precious liquid.

"I found the necklace, I didn't mean to but I was looking for one of your hoodie and the box just fell on the floor."

Ona rambles, like she always does when it's just the both of you. She remembers your letter, where you ask her more or less to live together. Basically it wouldn't change much since you are constantly stuck to each other. She closes her eyes, slipping her thumb under the necklace chain.

"The necklace is beautiful, but I promise you’ll never have to give me anything again if you wake up today. I want nothing but your presence by my side. I miss you so much."

She looks at you and sight a little. Of course you won't wake up, it’s been two weeks since you’ve been lying on this bed, seeming to sleep soundly.

"I want to live with you, you know. I thought about it for a while but I didn't know you wanted to, too. I know you love your apartment, and I think it’s a little better than mine… I mean, it’s closer to the training stage anyway. But I admit that I would miss the view from mine. Maybe we could look for one, so it would be our apartment. Together. Maybe I should..."

That's when she froze, wondering if she had dreamed. She could swear she saw your eyes open, a split second. To be a little closer to you, Ona leaves her eternal chair to sit next to you on your mattress.

And then, you open your eyes. Again. Letting her speechless, wanting to cry, scream and dancing at the same time.

"Nice necklace" you mumbles, making her cry like crazy.

She reaches for you, hugging you but be careful not to pull your cables out in the process.

"You're awake" she keeps repeating, enjoying your arms around her, in her hair. Then she stands up, gently pressing her forehead against yours. "You are awake" she repeats, a little more firmly this time.

"I love you" you says, and she cry again, from happiness this time.

The words get stuck in her throat, so she leans over you to kiss you with all the love she feels for you. The gratitude of seeing you return to her, the relief too. Her thumbs gently caress your face during the kiss, before a door that opens interrupts you, letting Alexia in.

"They didn’t have the coffee you like anymore, I hope it fits you. They’re all filthy in this hospital anyway"

Alexia grumbles and Ona finds herself smiling in front of the blonde’s upset face.

"Well hello to you too Miss Putellas"

She hears your voice, always a little broken, but the sarcasm is perfectly audible. Alexia turns around, drops her coffee which decorates the white wall behind her. And then she rushs to you and Ona, hugging both of you. Ona’s laugh makes you both smile, before Alexia takes off from you and lays a long kiss on your forehead.

"I’ll go get the nurses, I’ll come back." She announces before getting off your bed, then turns to you, pointing at you. "Don’t ever do that again."

You look up at Ona before turning your attention to her. She hasn’t left your eyes.

"How are you feeling?" you ask her gently, drawing her face with your fingertips.

" I love you" was the only answer she gave you, before leaning on you to kiss you again.

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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 21 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

-You toss and turn, of course, utterly unable to sleep.

Your body does not get the memo that it’s a bad idea to fuck a man like John Wick, who is a killer who is holding you prisoner, and refuses to simmer down. You are uncomfortably swollen between your legs, your pussy aching with frustration, and in the wee hours of the morning you are certain you are about to lose your goddamn fucking mind.

 How is he really going to fucking know?

This is the stupid little thought that plays through your tired brain as you writhe beneath the covers, running hands up over your torso, pretending they are his.

Imagining his touch tweaking the sensitive tips of your nipples, his fingers buried inside you, seeking that sensitive place that drives you wild.

Yours are too soft, too small, not long enough or thick enough by half.

You try to trick yourself that it’s his unrelenting touch circling your clit, furious in his claiming of your pleasure as his own…

It’s not enough by half, and the release that washes over you is a paltry consolation at best, a weak pleasure that you know is a sad facsimile of the real thing. Still, you can’t stop yourself from sighing his name, and how has he mind-fucked you so royally in such a short amount of time?

It pisses you off, and in a last act of defiance for the night you flip off the camera high in the corner.

He’s probably not watching anyway. He’s probably asleep, snug in his bed with Dog, the bastard.

Feeling sad and not really sated at all, you curl into a ball and try to finally get some rest. It’s lonely in this big bed all by yourself, and by the time sleep finally claims you your pillow is damp with tears.

-When finally you wake in the morning, you are cold. The covers are down around your waist, and your shoulders ache, your arms at an odd angle out in front of you.

You never sleep like this.

There’s something on your wrists.

You open your eyes, blinking away the blur of sleep. Your vision focuses on something red.

A very neat line of shibari style knots encircles your wrists and half your forearms. They would have been beautiful, in a different setting. Like, not on your body, without your consent.

They’re not so tight to cut off your circulation, but they’re not exactly comfortable either. You strain against the silk rope, and find you can’t budge them.

You are so fucked.

“I warned you.”

John is sitting in the chair in the corner, watching you. He’s wearing all black again, a button down and slacks this time. Looking his best for you, or does he have somewhere to be? It’s not something you would have paid attention to before, but this morning, you can’t help but fixate on the fact that he’s wearing a leather belt.

Because you’re an idiot, you snipe anyway, “Wow, looks like someone earned his merit badge in macramé.”

He just smirks at you, the beautiful bastard.

“I’ve got more than a badge, honey.”

“Very funny. Untie me.”

“You’ll have to earn it, bad girl.”

Your heart skitters around in your chest as you wonder what that means.

He goes on, “Did you really think I wouldn’t see you last night?”

“Guess I assumed you’d be sleeping. It was way past your bedtime.”

He scoffs at the old man dig, leaning forward on his knees, fixing you with that hawkish gaze. “I found out I only sleep well with you in my arms, darling. Wouldn’t that have been nice last night?”

Yes, it would have. However, you just frown at him.

“So, was it worth it?” he pushes.

You sigh, half tempted to tell him how utterly unsatisfying your little session of self-indulgence had been. Rather than answer him, you look at the knots again. They really are beautiful. It makes you think of the book binding shop you’d visited in Florence, and the complicated stitches and knots they used to affix the signatures of pages together.

This man likes binding all kinds of things, it seems.

“Are you hungry?”

Only then do you notice that he has a plate of breakfast foods on the little table beside him. Eggs, toast, and bacon. A little plastic cup that might be water or juice. Your tummy answers with a rumble. Dog did eat your dinner last night, and John never offered you a replacement sandwich. At the time you’d been too worked up about…everything, to care.  

“Maybe.”

He huffs a little laugh at you. “Come here.” He pats his knee, and you realize he wants you to sit on his lap—so he can feed you. A little growl in the back of your throat escapes you, and it only makes his smirk widen.

“God, you’re adorable when you’re angry.”

“I’m not hungry,” you grouse.

You are starving, and you both know it.

“Come. Here.”

There’s that chilling tone of voice again. It does not fail to fill your veins with ice, your heart skipping a beat before skittering irregularly in your chest. You’ve come to understand that it means playtime is over.

You are so fucked.

It is awkward, getting out of the bed with your wrists tied like this. You almost fall on your face, your foot getting tangled in the sheet. From John’s forbidding expression, you don’t think he would have caught you from hitting the floor this time.

You are still only dressed in the thin nightie, and the air is cold on your skin. Your nipples tighten, forming sharp peaks beneath the fabric, the silk lending agonizing friction that makes you want to press your thighs to relieve some of the sudden ache between them.

Last night so did not help you with this problem, and John’s eyes fixating on them does not help either, and you wonder if you’ll be in trouble when you stain his neat looking pants leg with your slick after sitting on him.

“Come here,” he says again, his tone much gentler this time.

Defeated, you shuffle forward, letting him guide you to perch on his knee with a hand on your hip. You barely manage to suppress a shudder as possessively his hand slides just under your skirt, resting on the warm pillow of your thigh. His long fingers are so close to your center, but he makes no move, letting you stew in it.

Bastard.

Only then do you turn to look at him, finding his gaze fixed on your face. “Good morning.”

When you say nothing in return he lifts one eyebrow, and you swear, this man will be the death of you out of frustration alone.

“Good morning,” you finally return, hating the meek timbre of your tone.

“Do you like scrambled eggs?” You nod, and he scoops up a forkful. You notice the fork is plastic, and you wonder if its for your safety, or for his.

He’s clearly never seen Hot Tub Time Machine.

“I would have taken you to breakfast in Venice, but someone had to run away.”

“Well, someone was an insufferable prig the night before,” you return primly, wondering what punishment this will earn you, unable to stop yourself from saying it anyway. He actually smirks at this, though his grip tightens a bit in warning on your thigh. Not enough to hurt, but oh.

You are definitely leaving a wet spot on his trousers, and you hate yourself a little more for it.

You finish your breakfast bite by bite like the good girl you’re apparently not. It was good, if not the weirdest seating arrangement you’ve ever endured. You tremble inside, as you wonder what he has in mind for you next, now that your energy is up and you are trussed like a holiday goose for his pleasure.

You couldn’t be more surprised, than when he deposits you on the bed, kisses your cheek, and bids you, “Have a nice day, sweetie.”

“Wait!” you exclaim, whirling as he is already halfway to the door, swinging his suit jacket about his broad shoulders. “Where are you going?”

“Out.”

You hate it, that hearing this fills you with panic. “Are you coming back?”

“Do you want me to come back?” There is a dangerous glitter in those dark eyes, and you know that is a question loaded with fourteen in the clip and one in the chamber.

You decide on, “I want you to untie me.” Holding up your wrists as exhibit A.

He shrugs a little, and you know that was not the answer he wanted. “Maybe later.” Then he sweeps out of the room, leaving you staring dumbfounded at the door where he’d just been. The man is like a fucking ghost.  

“Bastard!”

You hope he hears you, but you suspect the epithet falls on deaf ears.

-Your first order of business, of course, is trying to undo these beautiful fucking knots. Unfortunately for you, they are tight, and secure, and John was smart enough to make the finishing hitch with the end tails on the opposite side of your wrist where you cannot easily reach them with your teeth.

Sonofabitch.

If he’d left you Dog for company you could have enlisted the pooch’s formidable chompers, perhaps, but no dice on that one.

Fine.

You sit under the covers for a while, because you’re cold. You try to read, but it is infuriatingly difficult to turn the pages of a book and read comfortably with your hands like this.

You are certain lunch time comes and goes, without a peep out of John.

Did he actually leave you?

You hate it, how the thought makes a trill of panic vibrate in your chest.

Fine. It’s fucking fine.

He thinks he can break you with alone time? You? You are the Queen of Introversion. You can go for days without human interaction, happily, so long as you have a sketchbook or a book. Bring it on, Mr. Wick.

He left you the water cup with the straw, and boy is that an adventure to refill in the bathroom when you’re thirsty.

Going pee without making a mess is no small feat either.

You pace the room, just to get some exercise. You look out the window, watching the birds in the trees.

You laugh to yourself, banging your head against the bulletproof glass. How funny, that you’d once fancied yourself Jane Eyre, when it turned out you were destined to be Mad Bertha locked up in the attic by Rochester all along.  

You hate to admit it, but by the time the sun is starting to set behind the trees you are going stir crazy with wondering where the fuck he is.

It’s definitely not because you miss him.

It’s just…these fucking ropes, of course. It’s not those burning dark eyes, or those large sure hands, or that sturdy long body he likes to press to yours. It’s not that the silence of the room feels empty without his deep voice, even if he’s using it to taunt you.

It is late by the time you hear the locks on the door whir, and you have been sitting in your nest in bed feeling listless and way too sorry for yourself. You are half out of your mind with boredom, and your shoulders and elbows ache at the joints from the restraints at your wrist. You try not to show it, but you are ready to climb up the fucking walls.

Like he might have some inkling of this, John pays you a knowing smile, assuming his seat with the confidence of a king in his throne room. He snaps and pats his thigh, no words this time, expecting you to obey.

Someday, you are going to make him pay for this.

But now…there’s nothing for it but to play his twisted game.

He’s prepared some kind of stir-fry tonight, with vegetables, beef, and rice. You are starving by now, and it smells heavenly.

Again, the food is good, simple but filling. He feeds you forkful by forkful with a careful tenderness that could make you weep. Your time with John is like a game of Russian Roulette. Spin the wheel, which John shall you receive this minute?

It’s easy to hate Mean John. Insufferable Ass Hat John, could drive you to murder. But Sweet John? You would do anything, for Sweet John, and you’re afraid he knows it too.

It’s only been a day, really. Is that right? A day? And already, you feel yourself slipping into the mould he’s fashioned for you.

Perhaps in a knee-jerk attempt to counter this, you ask, “Did you used to play this game with Helen?”

He freezes with the fork halfway to your lips, his hand underneath your skirt with his dead wife’s name in your mouth.  

You meant to throw him off, but as far as you can tell, all it earns you is a scoff. “No.”

“Why not?”

He actually seems to consider your question, toying with the food again, re-loading the fork with a different bite. “I was never afraid she would leave me. Funny, how that worked out.”

You feel like he’s handed you an important piece of information. Emboldened by his quietness, you dare push, “And…what do you think she’d think, about what you’re doing to me now?”

“I’d say she lost her vote, when she left me.” The indifference is gone; this is delivered with a stinging bitterness, and you realize he blames her for leaving him. There’s a clue in this too, and you feel like the solution to all this is an illusive thing hovering just barely out of your grasp. If you can find just the right words, push just the right buttons…maybe you can bring him back to sanity?

“She never would have left you on purpose, John. She got sick. You’ve got to forgive her.”

And accept you can’t control everyone around you. Then preferably, untie me! motherfucker.

The only indication he gives that you’ve upset him is the tightening of his fingers digging into your thigh. You’re going to have bruises, but if he’s actually processing what you’re saying, it’s a price you’ll gladly pay.

He just continues to push the medley of food around on the plate, shaking his head in silence. Disappointed in his nonreaction to your question, you sullenly accept the next bite.

Three seconds later, your mouth is on fire.

You squeal with panic, leaning for the plate to spit it out. But John’s big hand clamps over your mouth, a hard glint in his eyes, and you know you’re going to have to swallow it. It takes three tries, but you manage, tears streaming from the corner of your eyes.

You can do moderately spicy food, but that was just fucking diabolical.

“What the fuck?” you hiss between coughs.

“I knew you’d have something smart to say tonight.”

You try to reach for the water cup with its stupid little straw and your stupidly bound-together hands, but John sets it out of reach. “Oh my god, please?”

He speaks calmly, as though the lining of your mouth is not being eaten away like you took a bite of rice laced with battery acid. “You keep speaking about Helen like you knew her. I suggest you cut it out. Unless you would like all your meals seasoned like this.”

You blow a long breath of air over your tongue. It only sort of helps.

Mother. Fucker.

You glare daggers, but for now, you’re wise enough (broken enough?) to keep your epithets to yourself.

He sits back in the chair to regard you, tossing the fork into what’s left on the plate. You’re still hungry, but you’ll be damned if you eat anymore from that dish. You flinch as he reaches for you, though he is not cruel as he grips your hair at the base of your head. Just…exacting, and he guides you to perch on the edge of the chair between his legs, your bare ass fitted against his crotch.

It feels good as he starts to braid your hair, a jarring contrast to the pain still simmering in your mouth. You whimper a little, despite yourself, arching into him behind you. You didn’t even mean to, really, but it wins you a low groan that fills you with forbidden warmth.

This is so fucked.

Nothing you’ve experienced in your life has prepared you for handling this.

When he finishes he wraps the new handle of your plaited hair in his fist, pulling you back against his chest. He is warm, and solid, and you fail royally as you try not to enjoy this contact. It’s ridiculous, but all you really want is for him to hold you.

He speaks against the shell of your ear, his other hand lightly encircling your throat. “I’ll never let you leave me.”

Your heart drums frantically in your chest; he means business. You can just tell, there is an unyielding hardness in his tone that somehow wasn’t quite there before. You thought you could reason with this man, but maybe you were wrong, or maybe you only succeeded in pushing his sanity the other way, further into the red.

Maybe there’s nothing left to reason with, and that is the thing that finally, truly scares you.

“Maybe you need something else to fill up that sassy mouth.”

With his improvised handle he guides you down to sit between his splayed legs. Your eyes are drawn to the newly erected tent in his pants, that formidable bulge that should be the stuff of your nightmares, but still inspires a maddening longing inside you.

Why do you have to feel so empty, when he’s near?

Frustrated by the unfairness of it all, you glare daggers up at him. You know what he’s angling to extort out of you, of course. It makes you sad, but not for the reason he might have expected. It makes you sad, because you would have rubbed your knees raw sucking him off, if he’d just asked you nicely.

“Thanks, but I’m full.”

He snorts at that. “Yeah? Someone doesn’t want her hands untied that badly.”

Now, that is something you want, and maybe you’re willing to play with that on the table. You’ve never thought of yourself as someone who is easily led, but he is good at manipulating you. It makes you wonder if any of it was ever real, or if this is just a game he’s been playing with you from day one.

The thought makes you sigh, and you rest your cheek on his lean thigh, closing your eyes.

He looks down at you like you’re a puzzle he’s not quite sure how to solve.

Welcome to the club, Mr. Wick.

“Were you planning this all along?” you ask. “When you were so sweet to me? Am I that fucking stupid that I didn’t see this coming?” Obviously, from the clothes in the closet, he’d hoped you’d come stay with him at some point, but all the rest? It feels spontaneous, like the way something hard can suddenly crack with too much pressure. But then again, maybe just because it took you by such fucking surprise.

He strokes your hair, and that gentle touch just makes it worse somehow. You feel the sting of tears in the corners of your eyes, because that gentleness is all you wanted from him. The ironic part is that he wouldn’t have had to do any of this shit, just to keep you.

You do not love easily, but once you do…it is a total, and all-consuming thing.

“I don’t know,” he answers begrudgingly. “I just…couldn’t let you leave me.”

You think about how he’d been an orphan. He’d lost his parents. He’d lost his wife. He’d lost his dog. He’d gone on a rampage and slaughtered an entire Russian Bratva…for the loss of a dog.

In perspective you guess he’d actually behaved rather tamely, at the threat of losing you. This man does nothing by halves, and the only thing John Wick fears, it seems, is losing those he loves.

Is that what he’d meant, when he said his love was a curse?

It doesn’t excuse it, but there is a key somewhere in that, you reason. A key to freedom, or the gates of Hell, you’re not really sure.

You do your best to blink away your tears. Maybe it’s stupid, because you’re not half as tough as he is, but you don’t really want him to see you cry.

He lets you sit like that for as long as you want, stroking your hair. It’s almost sweet, and it gives you time to collect yourself.

Someday, he’s going to figure out it’s best not to give you a chance to plot your next move. It occurs to you that maybe you have one last card to play.

You sit up slowly on your knees between his legs, and you can feel the intensity of his gaze weighing upon your skin. You reach for his belt, brushing his erection through his pants, his manhood twitching in anticipation. For just a second, he allows himself to close his eyes.  

Maybe you have power too. You just have to figure out how to use it here, and maybe not lose you mind over how thick and wonderful he just felt beneath your hand. That unhelpful pulsing between your legs casts its vote. You try to unobtrusively squeeze your thighs for some relief, but you fear this man sees everything.  

Good for you, that your voice sounds almost steady. “I have to say, you’re a brave man, Mr. Wick.”

It is not easy to work the buckle of his belt with your hands bound like this, but somehow you manage, even pulling it from its loops. You fight the urge to throw the damn thing across the room, but settle for resting it at his feet.

“How do you figure?”

“Well...” You flip open the top button of his pants, your fingers shaking slightly. “If we are engaging in that time-honored exchange of a favor for a blowjob... and you just essentially carpet bombed my mouth with napalm...wow, you do like to live dangerously.”

He sits still as a statue for a good few moments, weighing what you’re telling him, gauging if the capsaicin would transfer through your saliva to what is arguably the most sensitive area of his body. You’re 98 percent certain they would, and a part of you hopes he’ll opt to try it even after you warn him.

It would make for a neat little slice of revenge.

But then, what you really want is out of these ropes, and you hope your honesty will win you some points with him.

In the end he catches your hands, as you are awkwardly trying to work his zipper.

“Maybe we'll skip that for now.”

“You sure? Where’s your sense of adventure?”

He narrows his eyes down at you, and you wonder if you’re inventing it, or is there a glimmer of amusement in his dark eyes?

“In my other pants.” 

In the end he pulls you back up into his lap with a grumble.

You suspect you’ve only delayed the inevitable, but you feel some satisfaction for your little coup.

“I’ll be back,” he tells you, (threatens you?), depositing you on the bed, gathering the dishes and sweeping out of the room. You have a feeling this interaction was not half as satisfying as he’d hoped it would be.

Well, good.

Bastard.

-When he returns, he brings you a cup of milk. Though most of the pain from the chilis has already subsided by now, you accept it for the calorie count if anything.

“Are you alright?” he asks with a hand on your cheek, looking you over appraisingly.

Thinking this might be your best moment, you lift your bound hands with a pitiful pout, blinking your eyelashes innocently.

“Will you untie me now?” you ask in your sweetest tone, words loaded with contrition.  

“You think you’ve earned it?” he asks, and you sense this is a perilous path you’re approaching.

“I’ve been good.”

“Hmm.”

“Come on. I mouthed off. You punished me. You had your fun. And rather than give in to my initial vindictive impulses, I saved you from a very uncomfortable evening. It’s the least you can do.”

He actually chuckles at this, stroking your cheek with his thumb. He seems softened by your bright little tirade, but then this man’s mood can change on a dime.

“And, it’s starting to hurt,” you add.

It’s not a lie, and it seems that is the thing that makes him pause.

“You don’t like my knot work?”

Your heart lodges in your throat, and you know you must proceed with caution, or you’ll be wearing this shit for a week at least.

“Your knots are very fine, Mr. Wick.”

Your captor practically purrs at hearing that, a low rumbling sound from deep in his chest, his hand burying in your hair. It sends a tingling thrill all across your scalp.

You’ve come to reluctantly love his fixation with grabbing your mane.

You really are losing your mind.

“I’ll make you a deal, kitten.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll untie you…if you will take a bath with me.” His tone is the low rumble of a jungle cat, and your heart leaps into your throat. You knew this was coming, eventually. Maybe you just didn’t expect it tonight.

Looking back, you’re not sure why.

“NowI get to see you?”

You are still puzzling over the way he’d outright prevented you from undressing him, in Venice. It was almost like he’d been afraid, and you don’t understand at all. He’s fucking gorgeous, and you’re pretty sure he knows it. So…why?

“I told you, you weren’t ready then.”

You suspect the real answer is that he wasn’t ready, but for once, you don’t contradict him.

He runs a finger down the line of his neat knots that are starting to bite into your flesh. It’s starting to affect the feeling in your fingers, and you know that can’t be good.

“So? What do you say?”

You crane your neck to look up at him, drinking in the lines of his handsome face, his straight nose and proud lips, and the delicately drawn sweep of his eyes. Even with the shadow of a black eye, courtesy of you, he’s still the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. You shouldn’t want him, after everything he’s done to you. You shouldn’t, but you feel yourself inevitably drawn to him, like the moon pulls the tide.

You feel like you’re signing a piece of your soul away to the devil on the dotted line, when at last you nod.

He puts a hand to his ear with a smirk. “What was that?”

Your groan comes out like a growl.

“You have a deal, Mr. Wick, sir.”

His low rumble of approval gives you chills, and when he turns your face up to kiss you sweetly you utterly melt beneath his hands, jarred by the contrast from earlier, but not questioning it. You bask in the press of his soft lips, greedy for his tenderness, hoping stupidly that this is the way things will be from now on. Then you yelp with surprise as suddenly he scoops you up with his hands on your thighs, carrying you into the bathroom.  

[pandorxxx]

Sing for me

Lo’ak x Avatar fem reader (all characters are aged up)

Warnings: heavy smut, cursing, pinning, neck grabbing, praise kink, breading kink, daddy kink, p in v, slight oral, multiple orgasms, creampie.

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

You and lo’ak were sitting in your room, listening to your playlist from back home. Unlike the other sully children, Lo’ak was very intrigued by earth music. He always wanted to know more about it. So every Friday night, he would come by and listen to some of your favorite playlists, until you two would fall asleep.

“Damn, what’s this song?” He asked, sprawled across your bed in a starfish position as the song beamed through the room.

“sky by playboy Carti.” You started, scrolling through your phone as you nodded your head to the beat. You glanced up, watching Lo’ak’s tail tap the plush bed in excitement.

“You must like this one.” You chuckled, placing your phone on the table, and sitting back in your desk chair.

“Hell yeah! Shit is niceeee!” He smiled, also nodding his head to the music. He glanced over to the led light remote.

“What color are we thinking, mama?” He asked taking the remote in his large hand, pointing it to the ceiling. “Uhhh, what about purple?” You asked, spinning your self around in the chair.

“You read my mind, baby.” He chuckled, changing the color to purple, before placing the remote to his side. He turned his head to you, taking in your gorgeous body under the dim lighting. He licked his lips, eyeing you up and down.

“Y/n…” he spoke lowly, grabbing your attention instantly. You locked eyes with him, knowing what that look meant. “Yessss?” You trailed, tilting your head with an all-knowing smile plastered across your face.

“why are you so far away? Comere.” He smiled, signaling you to come and take a seat on his lap. you rolled your eyes, grabbing your phone before walking over to him. You climbed over him slowly, before taking your place on his lap.

He watched your every move with lustful eyes, biting his lip once your pelvises met. “Hey mama…” he smiled, running his hands up and down your waist and back. “Hey, lo’ak.” You said sensually, running your dainty hands down his chest, all the way to his flexed abs. He trailed his hands all the way down to your phone that was sticking out of your loincloth band.

“What are you doing, skxawng!” You asked in an irritated tone. He snatched the phone, holding it all the way back so you wouldn’t be able to get it. You bent down, reaching as far as you could, but there was no use.

“Haha! Finally! You never let me see this damn thing!” He laughed, holding your hands down as he fiddled with the contraption. “I-I can’t believe that you tricked me, IDIOT!” You shouted, trying to pull your wrists out of his tight grasp.

“Leeetsss seee, what kind of songs do you have in here?” He asked sarcastically, scrolling through your playlists. He came across one in particular that made his eyes widen.

“Ohhh wow…who would’ve thought that YOU would have a…” he started, glancing at you briefly. You already knew what he was going to say, and you were mentally preparing for the embarrassment “Sex playlist?” He asked with a dark grin.

“Well, let’s see how sexy it really is, shall we?” He asked sarcastically, chuckling at your attempts to get out of his grasp.

“No lo’ak! Don’t, please!” You whined, shaking your head frantically. “Please what?” He asked, eyeing you up and down briefly before scrolling through the songs.

“You’re so fucking ANNOYING!” You shouted, still trying to get out of his tight grasp. “Ohhhhh what’s…feel it?” He asked with a grin, tilting his head as he awaited an answer.

“I-it’s a song, skxawng.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him. He raised an eyebrow, before swiftly flipping you over, now in between your legs.

“You’re so fucking smart, aren’t you?” He said sarcastically, letting your hands go to grab your neck harshly, knocking the wind out of you.

“I know it’s a fucking song. What’s it about?” He growled, Pulling you up to his face by your neck. “What playlist did you find it in?” You challenged, tilting your head. He chuckled at your witty remark, pushing you back down by your neck.

“You’ve got about 5 seconds to tell me, or I’ll just listen for myself.” He laughed, holding the phone in your face to tease you.

“Something tells me you’re going to do it anyway. So play it.” You smirked up at him, essentially calling his bluff. No way he was going to actually play it. He smiled, nodding his head at you before pressing play on the screen. Your eyes widened when the opening music came on.

“You told me to play it, mama.” He glared down at you, tossing the phone to the side.

I’m I’m i’m… I’m gon’ make you feel it. (x2)

The opening lyrics rang through the dimly lit room, setting a different vibe. A darker vibe.

You were visibly embarrassed, trying your best to avoid eye contact with the Navi hovering over you. Seeing as you couldn’t get out of his harsh hold on your neck, you covered your face with your shaking hands.

I’m gon make you feel it (x3)

“Nah, don’t get shy on me now.” He licked his lips, gently removing your hands from your face.

“I thought this was what you wanted? You’ve got an entire playlist dedicated to it, no?” He asked, slowly running his hands down your stomach, hooking his hand behind the band of your loincloth. You breathing hitched, watching his hand intently.

Tell me why you wanna be bad? (Bad)

Tell me why you wanna be bad, babe? (Bad, babe)

Sweatin’ while you callin’ me daddy (daddy)

Givin you the best you’ve ever had, babe (had babe)

Make me feel like you ain’t never had it. (Had it)

“They’re just songs, lo’ak!” You shouted in an irritated tone. He chuckled, pulling you closer to him by your loincloth band, before untying it.

Stretching you out

like you are elastic.(elastic)

Turn around, Poke it out

so I can grab it (grab it)

“Yeah right, turn around.” He spat, twirling his finger to mimic his command. You rolled your eyes, turning around for him. You laid flat, knowing that it would make him angry.

“You know how I want it, stop playing around!” He growled, holding the back of your neck tightly. You hissed, lifting your hips to meet his throbbing cock, covered by his loincloth.

Flip that ass over

like we in gymnastics

(gymnastics).

You nasty (ahh)

“Mhmm, just like that mama.” He spoke lowly, slapping your ass gently before ripping his loincloth off. You felt his tip graze against your clit before meeting his stomach. He grabbed his cock, jerking it in the direction of your dripping core.

“You feel that?” He smirked, rubbing his tip in between your folds, slightly pushing it in and out of your entrance. You bit your lip, turning around to face him.

“Mhmm, give it to me! I hate when you tease!” You moaned, arching your back, pushing your core against his throbbing cock.

“Ha! You want me that bad huh?” He chuckled, plunging his cock into you at an agonizingly slow pace. He placed his fists on either side of your head, thrusting into you hard and deep. You held on to his wrists, using it as leverage to meet his thrusts halfway. All that could be heard was skin clapping, moans, and the song in the background.

“Daddyyyy!” You whined, feeling him smash your sweetspot with every firm thrust.

“What’s wrong, mama? Talk to me!” He groaned, bending down to leave a trail of kisses down your spine.

“Y-your soooo-“ you moaned, before being silenced by a hard thrust. You squealed in pleasure, throwing your face into the mattress beneath you.

Ah, ah, baby, tell me that

you want it deeper

I don’t ever wanna come out.

“I’m so what? So deep?” He asked in a low voice, rolling his hips into your swollen sweetspot. Your soft moans were caught in your throat, and all you could do was nod with muffled whimpers escaping your mouth.

“No, don’t hold it in mama. I wanna hear you sing for me!” He growled, speeding up the pace. He slowly bent down, still rutting into you like an animal. He licked your ear before nibbling on the lobe.

“What’s my name? Whose balls deep in this tight little pussy? Huh?” He moaned, pulling your head up from the mattress.

“You a-areee!” You whined, knowing that wouldn’t be enough for him. He shook his head, sitting up. He held you up by the folds of your arms, thrusting into you nice and slow.

“Why do you love pissing me off, mama? Don’t you know I’ll break your little ass in half?” He growled through gritted teeth, gripping your arms tighter as he hit your sensitive sweetspot with every thrust. Your legs started to grow weak, trembling underneath you.

Put you in a coma,

Yeah a sleeper.

I know that your body’s

Been in drowse (so, girl)…

“Ok ok ok! Please-“ you shouted, trying to keep yourself up, but the pleasure was consuming you, bringing you closer and closer to your breaking point.

“Tell me what I wanna hear first, and then I might let up!” He let out a dark chuckle, holding your dainty wrists in one of his large hands, using the other one to abuse the plush skin of your ass.

“Say my name! Now!” He growled, spanking your ass with every word he spewed. “LO’AK! ITS ALL YOURS BABY!” You screamed, followed by your sweet moans. It’s was music to his ears.

“Ohhh mama! You know I love it when you sing for me!” Lo’ak smiled, watching your ass smack against his pelvis with such force.

“Baaabyyy!” You whined as your body started to shake lightly, signaling that your orgasm was approaching.

“I know, I know. You gonna cum for me? Huh? Come on, mama! I know you want to.” He chuckled, angling his hips to jam straight into your overstimulated sweetspot.

I’m gon’ make you feel it

I’m gon’ make you feel it

“I know you feel me, right? You feel this huge cock sliding in and out of this pretty little pussy? fucking you just right?” He whispered into your ear. God, did he know how to get you to your breaking point. He knew exactly what to say, when to say it, how to say it. Fuck he was just…perfect at making you feel good.

“Oh my God! Lo’ak I’m fucking cumming!” You cried, walls fluttering around his cock. He looked down, watching your cream coat his cock with every thrust.

“I know, mama! Let that shit out!” He grunted, thrusting into you slowly, letting you ride out your intense orgasm. He pulled out, bending down to French kiss your cunt, licking all the way up to your ass, planting a sloppy kiss on it.

“Do me a favor, baby?” He asked breathily. “y-yes daddy?” You asked out of breath, still trying to calm down from your orgasm. He hovered over your overstimulated body, bending down to your ear.

“Come ride this dick. I need you, mama.” He whispered, grabbing his cock with one hand, as the other one held him up. He slapped it on your ass repeatedly, groaning in your ear.

“I’m still hard for you. Help me, ok?” He whispered, kissing your cheek before rolling over to his back. You crawled on top of him lazily, using his chest to position yourself correctly. You slid down onto him slowly, moaning the whole way.

Tell me why you wanna be bad (bad)

Tell me why you wanna be bad babe (bad babe)

With the shots [pow, pow] you bust off like an uzi.

Think I’m gonna need another mag babe (mag babe)

Back that ass up on me like I’m juvie (juvie)

Bout nothing but action in this movie (movie)

He grabbed your wrists, keeping your hands flush to his chest. You stayed still, adjusting to his size in this position. He felt so much bigger, thicker. Filling you up just right, and fuck did it feel good.

“Come on mama, I got you. Just go slow.” He reassured you, pumping in and out of you gently.

You bit your lip nervously, slowly moving up and down on his cock as he held your hands in place. He bit his bottom lip in satisfaction, watching you speed up slightly when you were comfortable.

“Mmm give it to me, baby. Just like that!” He grunted, voice rippling from every harsh bounce to his lap.

“It’s goin’ down, turn around

Lemme feel yo booty.

I’m a private and your parts are my

Duty. Girl, give it to me…

“S-Sooo good, daddy!” You moaned, throwing your head back in bliss. You sped up the pace, bouncing on him harder than ever before. His tip hit your sweetspot everytime, opening up your flood gates. Juices flowing down the side of his hips with every bounce.

“Fuuuuckk girl! You’re so fucking wet. gonna make me cum. Is that what you want? Want me to paint your walls, huh?” He moaned, watching your face ball up in pleasure.

Ah, ah baby, you remind me

of my Jeep-er, the way your

bodies bouncing up and down.

Feels like a tsunami Or Katrina,

I swear I am deep enough to

drown Oh, girl…

“Yessss, please give it to me!” You whimpered, keeping your focus on the rhythm in which you bounced on his lap. He threw his head back, screwing his eyes shut in pleasure.

“Fuck *thrust* fuck *thrust* fuuuck *thrust*” he grunted, feeling his high approaching quickly. His cock twitched inside of you repeatedly, making you gasp loudly.

I’m gon’ make you feel it

I’m gon’ make you feel it

“Comere.” He commanded, placing his hand on the back of your neck to bring you down to his lips. Your lips crashed into his, moving in sync as the song rang through the room. He grabbed your hips as leverage to thrust up into you. You both moaned into the kiss, before you pulled away, placing your forehead on his as you stared deep into his lustful eyes.

“I-I’m gonna cum, daddy!” You whimpered, shaking your head from side to side from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Mhmm, keep looking at me like that. Wanna see you cum on this dick again.” He chuckled, staring into your exhausted eyes. He thrusted into you harder, deeper. Knocking the wind out of you with every stroke. You started to tremble on-top of him, whimpering and moaning as you met his thrusts half way.

“Cumming! cumming! cumming!” You chanted, eyes rolling back in pleasure as he watched you. Your walls trying so desperately to milk him for everything he has.

“Fuuuuck, mama!” He moaned, watching you rock back and forth on him to ride out your high. He was about to lose it, but he couldn’t yet. Not without seeing his favorite view.

“Baby, turn around. I wanna see this!” He bit his lip, gripping your ass hard. You smirked, lifting up to turn around on him. You held onto his knees, lowering yourself down onto his cock. You earned a guttural moan from him, as you squeezed his shaft the whole way down.

Till the end of time,

I fuck with you forever

Lil friend of mine.

Let’s bring this shit together

Make you feel it in yo belly.

You used his knees to bounce on him hard, and fast. He watched in awe, the way your ass met his lap with every bounce, it was amazing for him.

“Ohhh baby, don’t *thrust* fucking *thrust* stop!*thrust*” he grunted through gritted teeth, trying his best to hold on as long as possible. On the other hand, You were a mess; moaning and whimpering his name, working on your third orgasm of the night.

I can’t sing this shit

No better. Imma hit it

Like the pedal, won’t

You make it last forever.

He grabbed your arms, pinning them behind your back as he used the strength of his legs to thrust up into you again. Although he tried, he couldn’t help the feeling of always wanting to be dominant. No matter how good you were making him feel, he always had to make you feel better.

Hit you from the back

I know that imma make

You feel it. (Damn right too)

“Mmm right there, right there!” You screamed, hanging your head low. He poked around inside you, trying to find that spot that makes you scream bloody murder every time.

“Where, mama? Right…” he started, sending you one hard thrust. “Here?” He growled. You screamed to the top of your lungs, convulsing in his arms as your juices flowed with every thrust after that one.

Hit you from the back

I know that imma make

You feel it.

“YES THATS IT! RIGHT THERE DADDY!” You screamed, grinding into him to ride out your third orgasm. He shifted both of your arms into one of his hands, using the free one to smack your ass again.

“So fucking wet, mama! You ready for me to breed you? Make you mine?” He asked, reaching his hand up your waist, all the way to the bottom of your top. He slid his hand in, fondling your breast, and rubbing light circles around your nipple.

“I w-want it ngh! Sooo bad!” You whined, scrunching your eyebrows together as you felt him twitch inside of you.

“Shit, baaaabyyy!” He moaned. His legs started shaking underneath you, and before you knew it, you felt his warm seed shooting deep inside of you. You hummed in pleasure, rocking back and forth on him to work his seed deep inside of your womb.

I’m gon’ make you feel it.

I’m gon’ make you feel it.

Hit you from the back, I’m

gon’ make you feel it.

I know that I’m gon’

Make you feel it.

“Mhmm, you got any more songs I can fuck you to?” He chuckled, licking his lips. You lifted off of him, and he watched his cum drip out, running down his cock, all the way to his pelvis.

“Shit, we have to do this more often.” He spoke lowly, as you turned around on him, straddling his lap again. “I have a whole playlist dedicated to this, remember?” You replied innocently, lifting up to slide down onto him again. “We can do this all night, daddy.” He chuckled, eyeing you up and down.

He grabbed your neck, pulling you down to his face. He pecked your lips, reaching for your phone, placing it in your dainty hands before speaking:

“I guess it’s your turn then, isn’t it?”

Better than neteyam’s (idc idc idc) anyways, I haven’t written anything in a while lol, I’m sorry😭. I love y’all though, periodd!🫶🏽

Outtie ❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

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[flomelias]

the boys ; nsfw alphabet!

requested by anon! afab, feminine reader. includes the deep. warning for nsfw. fandom masterlist found here. 🖍️ . . . author notes: sorry this took so long to roll out! my mental health’s been so up & down <\3 but i think i’m back on track!

the deep

— a = aftercare — doesn’t know the world aftercare. he does know generally to hold you for a few minutes afterwards. but i’ll be honest his street name with women is probably “get off and go”… the ridiculous way he fucks and ducks would be funny if it wasn’t so annoying. just coax him ( or demand of him ) to stay. you’ll have to train him a little like a pavlov dog but he’ll get there.

— b = body part — not sure about your favorite body part of his but his favorite part of you is likely your tits. i think kevin’s a total boob guy, they’re just so aesthetically pleasing to him. doesn’t matter if they’re big enough for him to rest his head on or small enough to fit fully in his palm; he loves tits.. first thing he does when a girl undresses is sucks on her nipples. he’s actually really good at palming, kissing, sucking, and occasionally nipping at your breasts.

— c = cum — a tinge salty. usually a warm off-white color. thick, also. the deep’s favorite place to cum is of course on your tits, but he also enjoys seeing your thighs all sticky and shaky too.

— d = dirty secret — is not an anal virgin! i just know he’s taken it up the ass at least once, though he refuses to say whether it was from pegging or from a man. one day you bring pegging into the picture and moskowitz’s a little too casual about letting you slide that strap of yours into his eager hole. it’s a lot less tight than you imagined, too.. that’s when you realize he’s not new to the concept.

— e = experience — he’s fairly experienced especially in the realm of vanilla sex. he’s not new to toys or to taking it up the ass but he doesn’t exactly say that he’s experienced with those things.. so you’re introducing them and thinking he’s never done it before and then you’re like “wow he’s taking this really well… wait.” i feel like he goes on freaky side quests so he’s got knowledge on some more taboo things but he’s slightly ashamed of it in a way? he’s ashamed of getting off to things like being pegged or being in positions where his partner’s in power. fragile masculinity and such.

— f = favorite position — he would probably tell his friends something stupid like “whichever one where she’s bent over and i’m fucking her from behind”. but secretly? kevin’s favorite positions involve you standing up or sitting in a chair and him on his knees or somehow lower than you. when he gets to kiss up your legs or eat you out from under — sometimes you make him ride your boot and ( despite his hesitation each time ) he likes it a lot more than he cares to admit. he likes being put in his place. loves when you ride him like he’s nothing, too. he’s fucking you but you’re still in charge.

— g = goofy — he’s usually pretty goofy, making jokes until you tell him or force him to shut up. on the bright side, things will never be awkward! he’s relaxed enough to let a lot of mistakes slide if you’re inexperienced. he’ll laugh it off, though he might bring it up to tease you later. i think the only time he’s not so goofy is when you’ve got him needy and restless, pleading with you for something. when he’s all desperate, his only focus is behaving for you. no jokes, just pleas and whimpers and those darling eyes of his tearing up as he begs.

— h = hair — shaves when you ask. doesn’t shave unless you ask him to or unless he gets bored and wants to clean himself up.

— i = intimacy — the deep is definitely not the most romantic in the book but he tries during foreplay. he’ll press his forehead to yours and maybe make a corny ocean related love pun. you’ll laugh and he really likes that, your laugh, and he’ll kiss your neck and then.. he’ll see your chest rise and fall and.. fuck, he’s getting hard. and then it’s all out the window — sex, now. please. he’ll be romantic again afterwards if you’ve schooled him on aftercare but — babe, when you look so good and you’re already so close to him? sex, sex, sex.

— j = jack off — sometimes calls you in the middle of the work day just to jerk off. he finds it so hot when you talk him through it from wherever you are.. also, moskowitz has definitely jerked off in the seven meeting room when no one else is around 😭 don’t flash any uv lights around his spot at that fucking table. if you tell him not to masturbate, he’ll try his best not to. but, i do think he is a victim of supe libido ( though not as much as a-train.. ).

— k = kink — being dominated easy. this is a man born to be a sub, forced to be a dom. doesn’t mean he doesn’t love pounding into your cunt every so often and making you scream his name despite yourself. but he is just as, if not more interested in being your little boy toy to use and abuse and all those things. and then tell him he’s a big strong man afterwards, that’s the cherry on top. he just took your strap like a champ — only real, tough men can do that!

— l = location — if you’re down, he’s down, especially when he’s horny. any location will do, though preferably somewhere with a little bit of privacy so he doesn’t have others seeing your body.

— m = motivation — the deep’s not extremely easily motivated but, c’mon. it’s you. if he’s in love with you he’s going to be aroused by whatever you happen to do in relation to him. you compliment his work? hard. you laugh at one of his stupid jokes? hard. you slap him? ouch.. hard. and probably needy too.

— n = no — don’t touch his gills ever or he will freak out. it honestly takes a bit of time for him to even be comfortable taking off his shirt around you. i think this is something you could try to work on but even as he grows more confident in himself and his body, kevin doesn’t want you touching his gills. you can kiss around them, however, once he’s close with you.

— o = oral — oral king. loves to eat, loves to be sucked. absolute adores oral, it’s easy and it’s fun and it makes his toes curl, giving or receiving. genuinely, i think he’d be a big fan of it.

— p = pace — depends on his mood, your mood, and what you’re both wanting in that moment. he’s usually not very sloppy until the very end unless he’s been edged for a while. every now and then he wants it fast and reckless but most of the time he’s fine with going at a medium sort of speed.

— q = quickie — if it’s oral then yes to quickies! but a strong no outside of that. moskowitz doesn’t want to fuck you for ten minutes, no, he wants it to stretch. to be fair, head is like perfect for quickies anyways. especially if you’re giving and he’s been pent up that day.

— r = risk — generally, if you’re down, he’s down. just talk to him about it while you’re kissing on each other, don’t spring it on him. you might have to walk him through the concepts you’re bringing up, maybe have a video handy.

— s = stamina — supe stamina is nothing to play with. he stops when you tell him to but if you don’t speak up he knows to stop when you’re all fucked out and babbling or out of breath. especially if he’s sub, he stops when he thinks you can’t take anymore because he’s a good boy who can take care of you. the deep doesn’t want to fuck you to death, silly.

— t = toys — not inexperienced with them but not a full fledged toy master. he’s open to using whatever you have if it looks interesting or sounds promising.

— u = unfair — every time he tries to play unfair, you quickly put him in his place and he loves that. just a little bit of a brat sometimes. he’ll tell you to beg for his dick and all you have to do is pull his hair a little — he’s rolling his eyes all playful and pretending like he’s not harder from that. “okay, okay, miss impatient…” as kevin lines himself at your entrance.

— v = volume — not loud, not quiet. kind of just average or normal? he doesn’t like it when you’re quiet though, makes him feel like he’s fucking a dead fish. react, respond, insult him, anything. just don’t be quiet, don’t seem bored.

— w = wild card — i think you guys should try using vibrators on each other throughout the day. i think he’d enjoy that. you both come home all shaky and aching and desperate for each other, barely making it to the bedroom because you’re undressing each other in the hall. 🫶

— x = x-ray — again, not good at describing penises. i don’t think his is the prettiest but it’s definitely big. homelander’s is the prettiest in my mind.

— y = yearning — medium to high range supe libido. jokes about fucking you all the time but he’s really not as sex obsessed as you’d think.

— z = zzz — he likes sleeping with you after sex a lot.. it’s something that surprises even him, as usually he does the good ol’ fuck and duck. he loves when you cuddle into him or when he’s able to cuddle into you, holding onto you by the waist and finally relaxing. he’s so content with the sound of your breathing or snoring. like constant ocean waves.. so comforting. you’re like home to him, in moments like these.

[blaaaaabh]

Can you do a virgin f!reader x Xavier where he teaches her everything and teases her for being so turned on and stuff?

warning: smut

tease

a/n: thank u for the requests!! <3 this is not edited!

word count: 1.7k

it was an evening after school and you had been settling into your dorm before having to meet xavier to help him with his homework.

it was his idea, he had texted you earlier that day during class that simply read, “meet me at the library after school.”

you occasionally helped him with his homework when he didn’t pay attention in class, since he was always spending his time drawing instead.

if it were anyone else that asked you, you probably would’ve said no, but for some reason you couldn’t help but have some sort of soft spot for xavier - something you’ve felt ever since you transferred to nevermore.

other than that, he didn’t hang around you often. almost felt like he was avoiding you at times. however you didn’t think much of it though since you were mostly too busy with school and your friends anyway.

when you arrived at the library just minutes before 6, you walked down searching through the bookshelves, when you finally found xavier sitting by himself in one of the corners. he was all the way in the back of the room looking down at his phone. of course he wasn’t doing his work.

"nice homework you're doing there"

he quickly dropped his phone down and instinctively grabbed his pen to look like he had been working, although his work was completely untouched in front of him. "i was eventually gonna get to it. but that’s why you’re here now!" he replied with a cocky smile.

you sat down on the chair right beside his and placed your bag and stuff down onto the table.

"so where should we get started first? i was thinking you should probably start with mrs thornhill’s class." you asked as you opened up your notes.

xavier was fidgeting with a pen as he got overwhelmed by the amount of papers you had; pushing his hair back behind his ears as he let out a nervous laugh, "wow getting right to it huh?"

"well mr thorpe, if you'd like to graduate i would have started a long time ago." you teased, not being able to control it as a cheeky smile came across your face as you handed him a pencil.

his body slouched over the desk. his hand holding up his head as he watched you flip through the notes, talking him through the work but he was just too focused to hear a single word you were saying, as he could just focus on how you made cute faces when you were concentrated

you snapped your fingers in his face - which got him out of his zone. "i'm not repeating this again, you need to pay attention."

he liked seeing this rare side of you. both of his hands raised up quickly while furrowing his eyebrows, "okay okay yes ma'am, i'm paying attention."

you rolled your eyes while your hand jokingly smacked his raised up hands back down, "oh shut up.”

“if you get through this and finish it, you can do anything you want - but only after you're done."

"anything hm?" a smirk came over his lips as he looked at you. his sage eyes looked you up and down as you noticed him stop for a moment, then raise his eyes back up to connect with yours.

your cheeks instantly turned red from the way his voice rang into your ears. it cause you to get nervous and turn back around to the homework in front of you.

xavier bit at his lip from your reaction, he liked making you nervous. especially how exciting it was that you guys were in public.

"anyways so.." you continued, trying your best to get back on track with his homework. he on the other hand had other plans as he trailed off again, losing his complete attention once again.

his hand lingered under the desk as you suddenly felt his fingers against your leg slightly. your eyes widened as you attempted your best to stay concentrated on the work in front of you and not the warm fingers going down your leg.

there was one thing on his mind and it sure as hell wasn't the pieces of paper in front of you both.

you reached down your leg and grabbed his hand and moved it off of you. “xavier.” you said with a stern tone in your voice, trying to act calm.

his eyes looked at you with fake innocence, pretending to look confused.

you weren't getting very far with this, you knew you wouldn't be able to get him to finish this if his life depended on it.

his large hand suddenly was placed over your much smaller one on the table, as he lightly grabbed the pencil out of your hand and guided your attention to him, "follow me i have a better idea. " his voice was gentle.

you didn’t bother to argue as both of you got up out of your seats, confusion filling your face as he held your hand - leading you into a very dim lit room in the back of the library.

xavier walked towards you after shutting the door as your body slowly leaned against the wall.

"xavier what are you doin-" he placed his finger over your mouth, causing you to stop mid sentence. his face was just inches away from yours as you began to feel your heart beating as if it were going to jump right out of your chest.

his lips were just ghosting over yours as he slightly opened to say something but stopped. his chest going up and down as his breath gets heavier.

your eyes look at him with concern as you wonder what he’s thinking in that head of his. your voice breaks the silence in the silent room.

“i thought you invited me to the library to work on your homework”

he shook his head slightly to the left and let out a chuckle, realizing you must have never gotten the hint. “y/n… i just didn’t know how else to ask you out”

he continued, “and technically i never said anything about homework in that text.” licking his lips while smiling at you.

your eyes blinked. his confession was so sudden and unexpected as it left you speechless.

"sorry if this made shit weird. it's okay if you don't feel the same." "i just couldn't hold it in anymore." his eyes softened, gazing down at you.

you finally found your voice, looking down at the ground to your feet. "i really like you too. and i want to do things with you, it's just-" you paused.

his eyes were furrowed as he looked at you waiting on what you'd say next. his hand cupped around your face as he lifted your head gently for you to look up at him.

"i'm a virgin xavier.. i don't know what i'm doing." you replied, embarrassed as you couldn't even meet his eyes. your voice was soft and quiet as his shoulders relaxed and looked at you with a gentle smile.

his lips hovered right over yours, lightly letting out a sigh. "don't worry about that love, i can show you."

your mouth slightly opened in front of his as you were desperate for his lips to connect with yours. moving closer as he slowly teased you and moved back slowly so you were unable to attach with yours.

“always so eager with you…” he teased.

it was clear that he was enjoying seeing you get edged so bad.

"please" you begged him - wanting to feel his hands all over you, as one of them continued to rest on your cheek and the other against the wall behind you.

his hand slid down to your neck to have more control as your lips were just dying to touch.

you faintly took notice of the smell of paint on his clothing as it brushed against your body.

finally he couldn't tease you any longer when he pulled your face in and placed his soft lips onto yours. your bodies were pressed to the wall. it became more heated as your mouth slightly opened for his tongue to lock with yours.

the unoccupied hand against the wall made its way down to your skirt. placing his hand right over the fabric of your clothing. “is this okay?” he asked

“yes. please i want it to be you”

“if you ever want to stop just let me know.” he reassured to you as you brushed your fingers through his hair while he quickly goes back in to have your lips on his again.

he slowly moved his head from your lips to your neck, slowly kissing all the way down as it causes you to let out a moan. the gentle feeling of his lips against your neck was driving you wild.

you still had a hold of his hair and unintentionally grabbed it rougher causing xavier to let out a groan in your neck. making his way swiftly down your body. he loved the feeling of your hands in his hair.

it only gave him more serotonin.

he found himself down between your legs, as you stood there above him looking down at his soft, yet hungry eyes.

his warm hands made his way under your skirt as he lightly brushed his fingers over your wet spot. “somebodies excited to see me”

he gave you one more look before he went down and placed his face right into your sweet spot. feeling his nose lightly skim over had you dripping.

the large hand moved aside your panties as you towered over him - running your hands through his soft hair.

suddenly feeling the warmth and wetness of xavier’s tongue as he passionately ate you out as you struggled not to make too much noise. moans escaping your mouth.

feeling his hands go straight up to touch your body. not slowing down until he made you come.

you had never felt such a good sensation come over you as he moved faster, tasting every bit of you.

“f-fuck i’m gonna cum”

his pace continued to speed up as he could feel you getting close. he let out groans into your core as he enjoyed you.

“i-i’m gonna-“ your grip onto his hair became stronger as you clenched your whole body and released all over him.

he got up, wiping his mouth with his hand as he looked at you in aw. “you did so good love.”

a/n: i kinda don’t know how i feel about this - still trying to get used to writing stuff like this so bare with me!

[starsomens]

DAD NOAH DAD NOAH DAD NOAH DAD NOAH DAD NOAH DAD N-

warnings: some postpartum, being overwhelmed after a baby with noah helping you, I have no kids and no super solid knowledge of how it feel postpartum this is all an estimate

“She’s beautiful man” jolly compliments as he holds you newborn daughter “luckily she took more of Y/N’s genes”

Everyone in the room chuckles at Jolly’s joke. You had given birth about 10 hours ago and the boys has stopped by to visit the small family. Eden met all of her uncles. With Noah’s lightly hovering making sure she was alright.

“Noah didn’t pass out?” Ruffilo asked looking at his best friend

“Oh no, he was a champ,” you compliment him with a pat to his leg as he stood at you bedside. Eden started to fuss a bit with a small whimper and jolly rocks her

“Awh what happened precious girl? Uncle jolly not comfy for ya?” Jolly pouts at the baby as Noah went to tend to her “wow, he’s a natural. We’ll be going then, give you two some time.”

The boys gather themselves, saying their goodbyes to you three.

“Call us if you guys need anything!”

“Well being some food later!”

The all gave their promises before leaving the room. Noah continues to rock Eden

“Give her babe, I think she’s hungry” you adjust your hospital gown, and try to get her to attach. She was healthy, had a good weight in at 8 lbs and 5 ounces. You’ve only been having issues with latching when it was time for her to eat. You eventually get her to latch it could take up to 10 minutes. Only making her more fussy, and you more overwhelmed with your baby in distress.

You sigh as your eyebrows knit together. You become slightly frustrated when she cannot latch but it’s not her fault you feel like it’s your fault for not having a better way to feed her. Noah could see how you were feeling and how you were struggling.

"Baby?" he said is a soft tone, and brings a chair close to your bed and sits down with you "You pumped some milk, do you want to bottle feed her or do you want to keep trying to breast feed her?" Noah always make sure to ground you knowing you'd want the pregnancy and parenthood to flawlessly. But this being your first baby, he knew there would be a few hiccups.

"I want to breastfeed her...." you pout slightly

"Okay, let me help," he takes hold Of Eden's head and helps to guide her to your nipple. He did as the nurse showed him to help Eden latch on better. She finally latches on and you let out a sigh of relief as she eats. You watch her carefully making sure she was eating properly

Noah was watching in the mean time. Of course he wanted to help with Eden but he knows you're under a lot of new stress too "you're doing great you know..."

"Hm?" you look up form Eden

"I know this is hard, and you're tired and overwhelmed, but you're doing amazing. Eden has the best mother taking care of her..." he smiles at you while he strokes your hair. After Eden was done feeding, Noah takes her and gently burps her

"After I put Eden down I'll help you get to the bathroom alright?" he kisses the top of your head as his large hand continues to gently burp Eden. He puts her down in her bassinet and goes over to help you out of bed slowly. He stands you up slowly and helps you to walks you over to the bathroom slowly.

"Okay baby, what do you need?"

"Um....the bottle, and a pad please, I also want to brush my teeth"

"Okay, do you need help sitting or standing?" he asks you being cautious of letting you go

"I...*sigh* yeah...can you help me sit on the toilet?"

"Of course baby," he helps you to get down, slowly but surely. He gets your supplies and helps you in anyway he can. Afterwards you brush your teeth while he brushes your hair and ties it up in a night little bun. He helps you back into the bed, with a kiss to your lips as he admires you

"What is it?" you asked

"Just looking at the mother of my daughter and my beautiful wife," he smiles at you "you're my pretty girl, and you made another pretty girl. I have a gorgeous queen and beautiful princess now"