#and makes it easier to be cool with your own body and desires and abilities

[theostrophywife]

little wolf.

masterlist (azriel x reader x eris) author's note: apologies for the repost, but apparently the text wasn't showing up for some people in the original post. warning: smut under the cut. summary: the worst part about being a wolf was going into heat. luckily, not one, but two alphas—azriel and eris are more than willing to satisfy your insatiable needs.

By far, the worst thing about being a wolf was the heat.

Ever since you turned, you were gifted with predatory strength and lethal speed, but it came with a price. Once a month, you were forced to endure the most excruciating pain while you fought off the urge to mate. It was a terrible ordeal—your skin always felt too hot, your core too slick, and your body too racked with sexual desire to adhere to any semblance of common sense. Despite your efforts, you could only do so much with your own fingers and toys to find relief.

It probably would’ve been easier if you let an alpha mount you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask the two males that you would’ve trusted to take care of you. Choosing between Azriel and Eris was too daunting and you didn’t want to add another reason for them to fight. Cauldron knew that they loathed one another without you getting in between them, so you opted to endure the pain alone. 

Running through the snow capped mountains of Illyria, you savor the cold bite of the rushing wind through your thick fur as you glide up the steep slope with nothing but the howling wind as your companion. The killer instinct was ingrained into your very being, fueling you as you ran wild and free through the frozen tundra. You came to a halt before the High Lord’s secluded cabin—home for the next few days while you ride out your heat. 

Shifting back into your High Fae form, you shake the snow from your dark hair and bound up the wooden steps. The crackle of the hearth greets you as soon as you open the door, but it’s his scent that hits you full force and overwhelms your senses with night chilled mist and cedar. The aroma was impossible to ignore, awakening a desire within you that fills the entire cabin with the fragrance of your arousal. 

You freeze underneath the wooden awning as the familiar tall, muscled form of the Illyrian warrior came into view. The craving ignites in your core like a lit match, colliding with the rising panic in your chest. Azriel wasn’t supposed to be here. 

With the peak of your heat fast approaching, the presence of any male was enough to cloud your senses with lust and desire, much more an alpha like Azriel. Since your first heat, you prided yourself in your ability to control your hormones. You’ve always been a lone wolf, belonging to neither pack nor alpha, but you were powerful enough that no other werewolf attempted to make you bend to the breeding customs of your kind. 

Though you enjoyed playing by your own rules, one disadvantage of not having a pack meant that you had to take care of yourself while riddled with a nearly insatiable sex drive that you barely curbed with the techniques you’ve been taught as a young wolf. 

But all of that carefully crafted knowledge flies out the window the second that Azriel steps out of the shadows.

You’ve always been attracted to the shadowsinger. With his impressive physique and devastatingly handsome face, Azriel was easily the prettiest out of his brothers and you often wondered what he was hiding beneath those dark leathers and that aloof smile. Beyond a few flirtatious comments, you mostly kept the attraction to yourself, but there was no plausible way that you could control yourself now. 

“Little wolf,” Azriel greets, reaching for your hand as he pulls you into the living room. His voice sounds like a melody in your ears—cool, dark, and seductive much like the shadows thrumming through his lithe stature.

The scent of your arousal made him dizzy with desire, the alpha instinct kicking in almost instantaneously. It was then that you pick up on the scent of a second alpha, the strong mixture of crackling embers and pine wafting up to you as the heir of the Autumn Court smirks at you from the sofa. The fox-like grin paired with his high cheekbones, upturned nose, and heavily freckled ivory skin makes you shudder. Russett locks frame his beautiful face as he leans forward, the golden rings adorning his fingers reflecting the flames raging in the hearth behind him as he grips the velvet armrest. 

“Nice of you to finally join us, sweetheart.”

“What are you two doing here?” you ask quietly, barely restraining yourself from jumping the two males. 

“Rhys told us you were sick,” Azriel states, cradling your face in his scarred hands. “Eris and I came to take care of you.”

The sensation of his hands on either side of your face makes your core churn. Your body reacts out of its own accord, eyes fluttering close as Azriel’s delicious scent makes your skin crawl. Your body feels overheated and every sensation threatens to send you into overdrive. You inhale sharply, digging your protruding claws into the palm of your hand.

Eris groans when he scents the arousal wafting off of you in waves. “She’s not sick,” he declares in a low, husky voice. “But she does need our help.”

Azriel furrows his brow, examining your flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. “You’re not ill at all, are you angel?” 

The shadowsinger snakes his arm around your waist possessively, sweeping your dark hair behind your shoulder as he grazes his lips along the crook of your neck. Azriel inhales deeply, hazel eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as he takes in the delicious scent of your desire. Your arousal nearly brings him to his knees.

“You’re in heat.” 

The heir to the Autumn Court rises from his seat, sidling up behind you and burying his face in your hair. “Fuck, is this the reason Rhysand grants you leave once a month?” Eris nuzzles his nose against your cheek and it’s almost too much to bear. Your claws break through skin and the red haired male draws your bleeding hand up to his mouth and sucks away the blood. 

The sight of him licking away the hot, sticky liquid from your fingers awakens pure, unadulterated lust within you. “I can taste it on you, sweetheart.” Eris lifts your wrist as your claws retract, offering your hand to Azriel. “See for yourself, shadowsinger.”

Azriel delicately places your pointer and middle finger into his mouth, tipping his head back when the sweet taste of your blood fills his mouth. His cock strains at the front of his pants, begging to be released so he can mount you. He had no idea how you had the strength to resist that innate need to breed, to have an alpha knot you so you can find relief. 

You whimper as Azriel protectively pulls you into his chest. “Have you been enduring your heat alone this whole time, little wolf?”

You nod shyly while the two males sandwich you between their solid forms. With Azriel wrapping you into a tight embrace as Eris grips your hips from behind, you felt like you were going to explode. 

The Autumn Court alpha rolls his hips into your backside, eliciting a desperate whine out of you. “Why didn’t you just ask for help?” 

“I - I didn’t want to bother either one of you.” 

Eris strokes your hair with surprising gentleness. “You could never bother us, sweetheart.” He tilts your chin up and the fire burning within his amber gaze makes you shiver. “Don’t you know we’d do anything for you?”

“But you hate each other.” 

Azriel kisses just below your jaw and you sigh, so touch starved that the small gesture was enough to send your body into overdrive. “Eris and I may have our differences, but neither one of us has ever faltered in our shared affections for you. We’re willing to put our issues aside if it means making you happy.”

Eris hums in agreement as he grazes his lips along the shell of your ear. “Would you like that, baby? Two alphas sharing you? Can you handle Azriel and I worshiping every inch of your body like you deserve?”

You shudder at the thought, already imagining two sets of hands and mouths all over you. “Yes, I want you both.”

“Then use us, angel,” Azriel murmurs, placing your arms around his neck. “We’re at your service.”

Shadows twist through your limbs, cooling your overheated skin as you surge forward and hungrily kiss Azriel. There’s instant relief once your lips meet and the shadowsinger groans with satisfaction as he cradles your face in his hands. Behind you, Eris makes quick work of your thin dress, sliding the fabric over your shoulders while he places open mouthed kisses onto your skin. 

The warmth of his mouth sends a tingle of pleasure straight to your sex and both males groan at the shift in the scent of your already overwhelming arousal. Your fingers twine through the Autumn lordling’s hair as you shift to taste him. While kissing Azriel felt like the cool and seductive night, Eris’ lips held the warmth and heat of a crackling hearth. They were opposites in every way, but both fit like puzzle pieces against you. 

“As enticing it is to take you right here, I think we’d be more comfortable upstairs.” Eris states, glancing over at Azriel. “Shall we take this to the bedroom, shadowsinger?”

The Illyrian male gives him a brief nod before shadows wreath around you. A few moments later, the three of you are tumbling into one of the empty bedchambers on the second floor. Eris holds out his hand with a wicked grin while Azriel guides you by the hips. 

The Autumn lordling gracefully slides into the large four poster bed, grinning while you watch Azriel crawl towards you with a purely predatory smirk. The two males clamber on either side of you, their mouths and hands itching to taste, touch, nip, and suck every inch of you. 

“Tell us what you want, angel.” Azriel murmurs, dragging his lips across yours as your eyes flutter close. 

“Touch me. Kiss me. Fuck me,” you say with a whine. “Do whatever you want, but please do it quickly. It hurts so badly.” 

“We know, sweetheart,” Eris says as he unties the laces from the back of your corset. “Don’t worry, Azriel and I will take good care of you. Just lie back and relax.”

Azriel hums in agreement and helps the redhaired male slide the dress off of you in one quick motion. He slips out of his dark leathers, unveiling the planes of his smooth, muscled body. Golden brown skin ripples underneath your fingertips while the shadowsinger reaches over your shoulder to undo the ties of Eris’ billowing shirt. He chuckles as your eyes widen, shrugging out of the top and making quick work of his dark trousers next. 

With the three of you naked and pressing against one another, the skin to skin sensation fills you with excruciating need. Azriel slips his tongue between your parted lips, groaning as he ruts his hips into you, pressing his notable erection against the inside of your thigh. Eris kneads the soft tissue of your ass, hiking your leg over Azriel’s hips before he pushes his cock into you slowly. 

You moan into Azriel’s mouth as Eris fills you, fingers gripping the redhaired male’s tresses behind you as he thrusts in and out of your slick pussy. Being filled alleviates the pain of your heat and even more so when Azriel’s lips circle around your nipples, devouring your sensitive peaks with devotion. The cold whisps of his shadows find your aching clit and swirls over the bundle of nerves with expert precision. 

A flash of heat snakes through your chin, turning you over to Eris. Amber eyes fixate on you, a fire burning within them as his mouth finds yours. The Autumn male tastes of cinnamon and honeyed wine, and your body coils with the signal of an oncoming orgasm as he continues to fuck the need right out of you. 

Scarred fingers replace Azriel’s inky shadows as he fervently circles your clit, bringing you to the precipice of your first orgasm of the night. 

“I just want to knot this pretty little pussy of yours, sweetheart.” Eris exhales sharply, thrusting deeper into you while his words make your thighs clench together with need.

“Do it, Eris. I’m yours to claim,” you caress his face with one hand, intertwining your other through Azriel’s fingers. “I belong to both of you. You’re my alphas.” 

“Fuck,” Eris grunts sharply as his knot locks inside of you, twining your bodies together as he continues to unravel you with his cock. 

The Autumn Lord is reeling from the sensation of filling you, satisfying the innate need to mate and breed that overcame his entire being the second he caught whiff of your scent. Even without his alpha senses, Eris had dreamed of this since the moment he met you. He just didn’t think he’d have to share with the shadowsinger. 

Still, Eris is determined to make the best of it. 

“Do you know why they say that Autumn Court males fuck like they have fire in their veins, little wolf?” Eris asks with a smirk as he holds your gaze. You shake your head as he holds your hips still, rocking ever so slowly, barely sliding his tip in while you buck to have his cock sheathed in you again. He chuckles at your eagerness. “I guess I’ll just have to show you.”

As Eris slams his hips into yours, heat spreads over your exposed skin. Fire skitters along your limbs, leaving warm kisses along your nipples and clit while pushing you over the edge. 

You whine with pleasure and the depraved sound washes over Azriel, awakening his jealous streak as he shoves his fingers through your parted lips. You gag on his digits, sucking harshly as he hisses at the feeling of your wet mouth covering his scarred skin. The shadowsinger watches as you suck on his fingers, lathering them with your spit while he pumps them in and out of your mouth. He hits the back of your throat and you let out a strangled groan that travels straight to the sensitive tip of his cock. If you felt this good on his fingers, he couldn’t even imagine the pleasure of your pretty little mouth wrapped around his cock.

“So close, Eris. Feels so fucking good. Don’t stop.” 

The Autumn heir grips your waist as he relentlessly pounds into you, snarling all the while. “Cum for your alpha, sweetheart. I want to feel that tight little cunt clench around my cock.”

With a final push, you cum with Eris stuffed inside your pussy and Azriel in your mouth, nearly crying with relief as you ride out the pleasure. The ironclad grip you have on the lordling as you come down from the high spurs him on to squirt his seed into you, filling your pussy with the hot liquid as you both climax together. The relief it brings you is fleeting and momentary before you’re aching to be stuffed once again. 

“Azriel, please,” you whine, reaching for the shadowsinger. “I want to gag on your cock.”

That’s all it takes for the Illyrian male to push your head into his lap, fisting your hair into his hands while you crawl on your hands and knees. Behind you, Eris admires his work, stuffing his cum back into your gaping hole before burying himself between your legs. His kitten licks makes you lurch forward, gripping the tops of Azriel’s thighs while you lick the bead of precum glistening on his tip. 

The spymaster’s wings loom over you, unfurling behind his strong back like a dark god as the red and gold membrane obscures the only source of light from the room. 

“Showing off now, are we shadowsinger?“ Eris asks with a smirk. 

“You’ve had your fun, lordling. Now it’s my turn to pleasure our little wolf.” 

Eris chuckles with amusement before burying his tongue in your cunt. You moan, gripping the base of Azriel’s cock while you take all of him into your mouth. The shadowsinger’s wings flare behind him in a show of dominance, giving him the appearance of some dark deity whose sole purpose was to seduce innocent, unsuspecting maidens. While you were neither one of those things, Azriel was succeeding in seducing you. 

His thumb flickers over your lips, cradling your chin in his hand while you suck and swirl him in your tongue. Tears collect at the corner of your eyes and Azriel swipes at them, chuckling softly as you gag on his length. 

“So eager to take all of me, angel. The sounds you’re making are absolutely filthy,” Azriel says with a growl as he bucks his hips into your mouth. “Little wolf is cockdrunk for her alpha, isn’t she?”

Your response is a garbled mess, echoing through the back of your throat and onto Azriel’s cock as he continues to fuck your mouth. The slickness between your thighs has you dripping all over Eris’ face, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he continues to lap you up, grazing his teeth against your clit ever so gently as your legs quiver underneath you. 

The shadowsinger gathers your hair in one hand, holding you in place while he moans your name into the night, thrusting into your mouth with fervor. Azriel spurts his hot seed into you and the salty liquid settles in the back of your throat as you eagerly lap up every drop. 

“My filthy little slut. I love watching you swallow,” Azriel groans as he pumps his length between his scarred fingers. “Now come here and let your alpha take care of you.”

You whimper as Azriel and Eris flip positions. The red haired male settles behind you, pulling you into his lap as the shadowsinger looms over you with a smirk. Azriel yanks you by the ankles, shadows twisting through your limbs as he pins you underneath him.

He strokes his thumb over your bottom lip before devouring you, his tongue pushing past the seam of your lips as he tastes the remnants of himself on you. Azriel’s fingers stroke the hollow of your throat before he tilts your head back. 

“Open up, angel.” 

You obey his command, watching as he puckers his lips. Azriel spits into your open mouth and for a second you could do nothing but stare at him in astonishment. The act was purely possessive, making you clench your thighs together as your core throbs with need. You swallow, licking your lips and staring up at the shadowsinger through your dark lashes. 

Azriel tips his head back in laughter and the sound was low, dark, and dangerous. As though you’ve passed some unspoken test. 

“You like that, don’t you? Being degraded and claimed by your alpha?” 

“Yes,” you breathe. “Gods, yes. Claim me. Mark me. Use me. I just need to feel you inside me, Az.”

The instinct to mount you becomes too strong for Azriel to fight and he parts your legs roughly, settling between your thighs as he pumps himself at your entrance. Your mouth waters at the sight of his considerable length and Eris braces you against his chest as Azriel pushes inside of you. 

Dark wings shadow over you as Azriel fills you up to the hilt. The red and golden membrane casts a faint glow behind his back as his hips meet yours. You gasp at his sheer size as your walls contract to make room for him. Your eyes flutter close, but Azriel traces the tears streaming down your cheeks and wills you to look at him. 

“Open your eyes, little wolf. I want you to watch my cock sliding in and out of you. Claiming you. Breeding you. ” Azriel’s words awaken your inner wolf. For an omega like you, the utterly possessive drives you wild. In that moment, your will bends to Azriel’s. He’d single handedly made you do what no other alpha could—submit. For Azriel, for Eris, you’d obey. 

As if sensing your thoughts, Eris sucks harshly at your flesh and spreads your legs even wider. “I believe the shadowsinger gave you a command, sweetheart.” The future High Lord turns your chin towards Azriel once more. “Watch.”

You whimper, directing your gaze at Azriel’s hard length disappearing between your folds. The sight was erotic and it only heightened the experience for everyone involved. Eris tweaks your nipples, whispering praises in your ear while he watches the shadowsinger’s cock practically impaling your petite form.

“Knot me, Azriel. Please.” The plea sounds whiny and desperate, but you didn’t care. You would’ve gotten on your knees to have this alpha claim you as his. 

Azriel swears as you claw at his back, dragging your nails down his golden brown skin. The cramps in your stomach have long subsided and you felt nothing but pleasure as the shadowsinger mounts you, thrusting at a punishing pace. His knot settles inside of you, locking the two of you in place while you groan with pleasure. It feels good, better than you could’ve ever imagined to have not one but two alphas claim you. 

Eris turns your chin and kisses you roughly as his warm fingers travel down your torso. Fire skitters over your skin and shadows meet flame as they circle your nipples and clit, overstimulating your already sensitive sex. You whine into Eris’ mouth, fisting his russet hair in your hands while you bite down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. 

“Such a needy little pup,” Eris states in amusement. “Do you need your mouth stuffed too, pretty pet?”

You nod your head in response and Azriel gives you a devilish grin before flipping you over. Perched on your elbows and knees, he grips your waist and sheathes himself in your wetness again, nearly cumming from the way your pussy hugged his cock. The shadowsinger fucks into you from behind while you kneel before Eris.

The Autumn Court heir prods his tip between your silky lips and you oblige without protest, taking all of him in the back of your throat as Azriel continues to pound into you. You moan around Eris’ length and the vibration makes the future High Lord buck against your mouth. 

“That’s right, sweetheart. Take all of me,” Eris pumps into your mouth, triggering your gag reflex as you slobber all over him. He chuckles as your spit coats his length. “You’re an absolute mess, so eager to gag on my cock. You just love getting throat fucked by your alpha, don’t you?” 

You hum in approval just as Azriel fists your hair in his hands before slamming into you over and over again, making you arch your back as you cry out in pleasure. Eris shakes underneath you and you could tell that he was on the verge of cumming by the way he’s moaning your name. 

You pump his length into your mouth from base to shaft and it sends him over the edge as he spurts hot liquid into the back of your throat. You lick your lips, swallowing every drop as Eris proudly kisses your temple. 

He swipes at the corner of your mouth, licking the residue from his fingers while he grins. “Good girl.”

Not to be outdone, Azriel growls and yanks you to face him. The shadowsinger pins you underneath his slick body and hikes your leg over his shoulder, allowing him to angle himself deeper. You sink your teeth into his neck and he growls in response. 

“Gods, Az. Right there. Don’t stop. Fuck—“ You’re cut off as Azriel kisses you, tongue and teeth clashing as he coaxes you through your orgasm. 

The temper of the future High Lord gets the best of him as he elbows Azriel. The shadowsinger grunts and flashes Eris a look that holds nothing but lethal promise. 

“What the hell are you doing?” 

Eris merely shrugs, his amber gaze settling on you as a grin tugs at his lips. “I have a proposal.” 

Azriel frowns, barely restraining himself from choking the life out of the arrogant male for interrupting your release. “This better be good.”

“Oh, it is,” Eris states while cupping your ass. He kneads the soft skin while trailing a path to your puckering hole, teasing a finger along the tight entrance as you bite your lip in response. “Since we’re already sharing, how do you feel about utilizing your other entrance?”

Your face heats as Eris chuckles. “Greedy little pet. You just want us stuffing both of your holes, don’t you? You won’t be satisfied until cum is leaking out of your pretty little cunt and tight ass.” 

“Yes, gods yes. I want that.”

Azriel is intrigued now. He may loathe the male beside him with every fiber of his being, but he could’ve kissed him for suggesting the idea. The shadowsinger could tell how much it turned you on and that wasn’t the only thing he noticed from your erratic breathing and heavy lidded stare. Your gaze kept shifting to the small space separating him and Eris as if you were imagining one of them closing the distance. 

The shadowsinger strokes your cheek. “That’s not the only thing you want, is it angel?” A shadow curls through your wrists as Azriel flashes his teeth at you. “Eris is right to call you greedy. I can practically read the filthy thoughts running through that beautiful mind of yours by the way you keep looking at us.”

Eris cocks his head, his interest peaking as you swallow thickly. Azriel’s smile is purely predatory. “It’s not enough for us to pleasure you. You want us pleasuring each other, too.” 

The images that Azriel’s words conjure make you clench around his cock. The shadowsinger’s eyes widen before he throws his head back in amused laughter. “Looks like I have my answer.” His golden eyes land on the male next to him and the simmering desire within Azriel’s gaze makes you shiver in anticipation. “What do you say, lordling? Should we give her what she wants?” 

“I’m game if you are, shadowsinger.” 

And gods, gods you’re convinced that you’ve died and gone to heaven as Azriel smirks and pulls out of you. You can’t even bring yourself to whine in response to his absence because the sight unfolding before your eyes was too erotic to comperehend. 

With a teasing grin, Azriel closes the gap between them. You watch with bated breath as the two males kiss, feeling the slickness between your legs gushing onto the sheets as you reach for your alphas. Fire and shadow twine through your limbs, keeping you in place. 

“You wanted this, angel.” Azriel states as his lips ghost over Eris’ collarbone. “Look, but don’t touch. Not until your alphas give you permission.” 

The Autumn Court male winks at you before trailing a path down Azriel’s rock solid abs with his wet mouth, licking and tasting every inch of the shadowsinger’s golden brown skin as you’d done moments ago. He grips Azriel’s length in his hands, stopping briefly to lick his palm and groan. 

“I can taste you on him, pet,” Eris says with a chuckle. “Your juices are all over Azriel’s cock.” 

“Please,” you plead. “Let me touch you.” 

The redhaired males grins. “Perhaps after I make the shadowsinger cum.” Fire snakes through your naked torso—a clear warning not to try anything until then. “If you’re a good girl, we’ll fuck you until you’re dripping with both of your alpha’s cum. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be bred and mounted like the filthy little whore you are.”

You nod in agreement. Azriel flicks your nipple with his thumb, making you whimper. “Is our needy little pup desperate to be touched? You’re thinking of all the ways my fingers can give you relief, aren’t you? Don’t worry, filthy girl. I intend on fulfilling your deepest, darkest fantasies. If and only if you behave.” The shadowsinger teases with a bemused smirk. “Rest assured that your patience will be rewarded.”

With that, Eris begins pumping Azriel’s thick length with his right hand. The shadowsinger’s guttural moans rattle your bones and the way his wings flutter as he throws his head back makes you throb with need. It’s not long before Azriel’s shaking. With his chest heaving and his balls tightening, he could feel himself about to cum, but he didn’t want to do so unless he was inside of you. Eris seems to sense this and his flames release you from your restraints as he yanks you backwards. 

Azriel wastes no time in plunging inside your pussy while Eris sheathes himself in your ass. You’re on your hands and knees, claws emerging as you grip the sheets. The two males rail you from behind, drawing out both pain and pleasure, the latter of which racks through your body in waves until you’re a sobbing mess. 

You could feel the orgasm building—the third or fourth of the night. Honestly, it was hard to keep track as Azriel grips your waist and pounds into you. Eris is just as relentless as he gathers your hair into a ponytail, tugging you backwards as he continues fucking your tight hole.

Azriel kisses the base of your spine as the cold reprieve of his shadows snake through your naked form. “Cockhungry little slut. You’re taking us so well. You love this, don’t you? Letting Eris and I use and abuse you?” He rams himself inside of you and you cry out in pleasure. “You’re getting off on it. My innocent little angel. Absolutely ruined by her alphas.”

Eris matches his tempo, his pants filling the room as you writhe on the bed. “Come on, sweetheart. You’ve got another one in you.” He lightly tugs at your hair, forcing you to look at both males slamming into you from behind. “Cum for your alphas.”

The high hits you all at once and your walls constrict around Azriel’s length. The shadowsinger curses under his breath at the way you hug around his cock. You cum hard and fast—the pleasure taking over every never ending as you coat him with your arousal. Azriel and Eris both shoot their hot, sticky seed in your holes, filling you up to the brim as your limp body falls slack against the sheets. 

You must’ve blacked out because when you open your eyes again, you’re cradled in Azriel’s arms as Eris cleans you up with a damp cloth. You wince as he swipes at your sensitive sex and Azriel instantly curls his wings around you protectively. The Autumn Lord rolls his eyes and chuckles.

“You Illyrians have a flair for the dramatic, don’t you?” Eris teases as he tosses the cloth to the side. He knew you’d be needing it again soon given that your heat would make your sex drive nearly insatiable until week’s end. 

Azriel tucks a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “Be careful. Our little wolf is sensitive.”

“Ours,” Eris repeats. “Never thought I’d be sharing anything with you, shadowsinger.”

The shadowsinger smirks in response. “You didn’t seem to mind when my cock was in your hand.”

A feline smirk. “Don’t get too cocky now, Azriel. I’d do anything to please our little wolf, including fucking you too if that’s what she desires.”

Azriel smirks. “Be careful what you wish for.”

“You’d truly do that?” you ask in amazement, nearly dizzy with desire at the thought of the two males tangled up in one other. 

“We’d do anything for you, angel.” 

Eris winks. “And if you’re still standing by the end of the week, you can tell us which alpha fucks you best. Winner gets to make you cum as many times as you can handle while the loser watches. You’d like that wouldn’t you, sweetheart?” 

You swallow thickly, nodding while Eris chuckles. The fox-like grin on the Autumn Court heir’s freckled face makes your core churn, but Azriel snags at your attention as he kisses your wrist. 

“May the best male win, Eris.” 

Eris leans back against the pillows with a relaxed smirk. “I’m sure I will, shadowsinger.”

“You two are unbelievable,” you say with a small smile, secretly pleased that you awaken this competitive streak between your alphas. “But I appreciate you helping me through my heat.” 

“Any time, sweetheart,” Eris says with a fond smile. “Now get some rest, we have the whole week cut out for us.” 

Azriel pulls you into his chest as Eris snakes his arms through your waist. “We’re going to have so much fun with you, little wolf. This is only just the beginning.”

Your heart soars, excited for whatever else the two alphas had in store for you. Sandwiched between Azriel and Eris, you sigh in contentment before drifting off into sleep. 

Never in your life did you think that you’d be this grateful for your heat.

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9/26/23

fixed to my bathroom mirror, lights off, pitch black. a translucent balloon in one hand, my phone in another. blue light reflecting off the balloon, casting shadows onto the mirror, onto my face. i stared straight, my soul seemed empty. remembering a montage i once saw, a guy no older than 30. striding in lines, making progress after his attempt a few months back. stains of defeat tracing down his face in the first few photos, his blackened eyes caused by a lack of oxygen. the embedded marks where his noose gripped tight, a vacant soul akin to mine. contrary to light and the fractions of it we see within the stars, deeply woven exists an ever-growing blackness, posessing a unique ability to corrode everything it touches. i first learned about this blackness in 7th grade, 3 years later it started sweeping me away. back when my world was crafted with vibrant shades, watching documentaries of youth that could no longer co-exist with us, you often think how a person could ever do that to themselves. when the color is finally striped away, leaving dents of broken film noir, i started questioning the morals gifted to me by my martyr. how he would ever allow me to feel this way, and sit back as i begun to crumble. looking back as the clouds glance at me, alone at sea with waves thrashing, the current that’s pulling me down. you always try to fight because your instinct is to survive. eventually you tire out, it’s easier to slowly sink to the bottom, letting the sea engulf you forever. this permanent silence you hear on the ocean floor, undisturbed, untouched. it wouldn’t hurt anymore, you would’ve escaped. the grandeur of my dreams, i can’t help but wonder if my own desires keep me trapped. i can’t be freed from what i truly want, it’s always lurking. still i ponder about the nature of my being, it’s a contemplation like no other, if my life were to cease by my own hands. a rupturing of one’s gray matter, what if these walls were painted with them. white paint, red accents from my body. perhaps i would pass on to another existence, where the autumn winds are kinder. the breeze would be cool, instead of cold. i’m still gazing at myself in the mirror, the light now shining into my eyes. a darkened conscience where joy once laid, maybe there’s a chance of it returning, even knowing how bad i feel.

[fitnessbeautyarts]

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[likeawolfatthemoon]

petty reasons to be sad today: i have to stay downstairs to keep microwaving my dumb washcloth to put on my ear bc it hurts but there’s nothing on tv and netflix isn’t working

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

Skaterboy

Fandom: The Amazing Spider-Man (Andrew Garfield TASM)

Pairing: TASM! Peter Parker x Afab/Fem identifying Reader

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff​​ aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long​

Rating: E - 18+ NO MINORS! If you’re under 18 piss off and wait for your 18th birthday, thanks! 

Warnings: Smut/sex, no minors thank you., technically public sex but like no one is around so it’s probably more outdoor sex, Peter is a soft dom, you have a thing for skaters, Peter has a thing for you, established relationship, this is post NWH Peter so we’re all in our 20s. Peter has a thing for your hips? Mentions the pill, but no use of a condom. You have a thing for Peter’s hand around your throat. Aftercare

Summary: Peter still skateboards, even though he’s in his 20s now, you’ve always wanted to learn but never tried. Peter decides to show you how it’s done. If it’s an excuse to touch you...well, that’s just a bonus.

or

Peter’s supposed to teach you how to skate, instead you end up fucking against a wall in a warehouse. 

Notes: I’ve been very tempted today to buy a skateboard and learn how to skate...but I also not cool enough and clumsy sooo...this is me living out my dreams in fiction.

Also this started as fluff and...quickly changed to smut so...

Maybe you’re a little old to learn how to skateboard, but you’d always wanted to learn growing up and had always been too unsure to try it out, you never had someone to teach you. So, it’s natural in your twenties to be curious about it, especially when your boyfriend still skates around when he gets the chance. Especially when he looks fucking hot doing it. You don’t mention it to Peter, no matter how many times you go to the dockside with him to watch him skate. He long since stopped going to the skatepark, it’s easier to get away with his more ‘superhuman’ tricks this way and you don’t mind the quiet either. It allows you the freedom to ogle him without feeling embarrassed, no one to catch you this way. 

You enjoy watching him, he’s good at it and he still manages to give off that cute, skater boy vibe that you would have fallen hook, line and sinker for in school. The only difference is neither of you are teenagers anymore and he’s definitely not just some cute skater boy, but your hot superhero boyfriend and you’ve already fallen hook, line and sinker for him and what he has going on. 

You can’t really help it, watching him skate around, do some kickflips and some more extreme jumps and tricks, it makes you want to learn again, to get on that skateboard and try it out. It also makes you rub your thighs together discreetly, there’s something about the confidence, the competence with which he skates, the way he pushes and twists his body that turns you on and you hope he never notices. God, if Peter knew he'd be insufferable. He was a massive tease when he wanted to be. 

The desire you feel for him is only compounded by the fact he’s stripped off his t-shirt and jacket, he’s been skating in that black tank top he wears to bed sometimes, the one that highlights his fucking arms and shows how goddamn strong he really is. He always looks so lean in his big t-shirts and jackets, but underneath, Jesus, his arms. Your eyes are always drawn to them, to the bulge of his bicep, the veins that crisscross his forearm, his hands, large, so huge compared to your own, the way they could just wrap around your throat and press into your hips. It’s downright lewd and you’re glad spiders don’t have telepathic abilities. 

You have to physically shake yourself out of it, refocusing on his feet on the skateboard. It’s almost magical the way he can make it glide smoothly across the tarmac and concrete, there’s no hesitancy in his actions and it reminds you of how he swings from building to building. A surety in himself, a confidence that you adore, especially when he can be so awkward at times. You love the awkwardness too, though, the sweet disposition that has him stumbling over words sometimes. 

Peter knows you want to learn how to skate, you’ve never said it, but he’s noticed it. You’re always so intent on watching him and there’s always a longing sort of curious look you watch him with that screams ‘let me have a go’. The sort of look Peter catches on your face as he cruises towards you on his board and stops just short with practiced ease, a teasing smirk on his face that brings out his dimples. You like his dimples, he knows you do. Maybe he’s using them against you, maybe it’s an accident, you’re not sure, but you want to kiss his dimples off of him. 

Maybe it’s a little bit selfish, that he wants to teach you to skate. To get his hands on you and help you adjust your stance and position. He thinks it’d be kind of hot to see you skate around on his board, some sort of teenage dream, and any excuse to touch you is a good one in his book. Not that Peter really needs an excuse, he’s twenty five, he’s your boyfriend and you live together, there’s rarely a moment in your presence that he doesn’t reach for you, but the whole idea of it appeals to him more than he’d ever let anyone know. Probably because he can already imagine how flustered you’d get at his teasing. 

Fuck, Peter wants to touch you all the time, especially when you’re wearing that skirt, the one that makes your hips look like he could just take a bite out them like a sweet candy apple. It stretches across your skin and conforms to your shape. With your beat up converse on and his jacket over your shoulders you look like a wet dream, it doesn’t help that you look so sweet either. All wide-eyed and adorable as he stops in front of you. Fuck, if you’d gone to school with him, if he’d seen you walk down the corridor looking like that? He’d have had no chance, you’d have been his teenage dream. He’d have been a smitten loser, you’d probably never have glanced his way or he’d have been too shy to make any sort of move.  

“Hey, you, uh, you wanna…take it for a ride?” It’s not his smoothest but he’s still trying to get his brain off the image of your hips in that skirt, of hiking it up your thighs and pressing himself between them. He kicks his board up and holds it out to you. You’re watching him with a mixture of apprehension and longing, like you so desperately want to say yes, but you’re not quite sure you should. It’s the same face you made right before he kissed you for the first time, the same face you made right before you invited him into your apartment, before the two of you made love for the first time, he can’t help the way his eyes look you up and down at the memories, cataloguing you, reminding himself of each line of your body. The way your skirt sticks to your hips and your lip gives underneath your teeth, the look of your eyes from beneath your lashes and the sight of your bare legs curving underneath you as you sit there. 

You don’t seem to notice the look he’s giving you, more concerned at the prospect of making a fool out of yourself…even though you want to. “I…I don’t know, Peter…I have pretty bad balance and I’d probably just look stupid doing it…” You can already see it in your mind’s eye, you falling on your arse repeatedly, pride bruised. But, then again…there was the promise of Peter’s hands on you, so tactile as he always is, you know your boyfriend wouldn’t be able to resist…it’s a tempting, teasing little thought. 

“Okay, first of all, you could never look stupid, I one hundred percent guarantee that if you ride my skateboard you’ll be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” You look away from him in embarrassment, warmth filling your cheeks, teeth biting into your bottom lip. It’s fucking adorable. “Second of all, I’m not gonna let you fall, baby. C’mon…I’ll take good care of you, my pretty lady. I always take good care of you, don’t I?” Peter holds his hand out, fingers curling to beckon you to take his hand. It definitely doesn’t help your thoughts that he’s said those exact words to you before in an entirely different context, one where there are far less clothes and many more walls and locked doors.  

Fuck, you look so sweet, looking up at him like that from the curbside. He wants to ruin you, take you apart and put you back together again until your legs are too weak to walk home and he has to carry you back to your shared apartment. Shit. He wants to take care of you, sure he does, but his mind’s not exactly on skateboarding and it’s technique right now. 

“Aren’t I a little too old to learn?” You stare at his hand torn between saying yes and saying no. Surely it was a bit weird for you to learn now, you were an adult…wasn’t skateboarding for kids? Your parents definitely would have told you it was…

“Old? Old? Did you, my beautiful, wonderful, sexy girlfriend, just call yourself too old to learn how to skateboard? Oh, no, no, no. You’re learning now, baby. C’mon.” He doesn’t give you the choice this time. Peter shoots out a web that wraps around your waist to pull you onto your feet and towards him, rather unnecessary if you do say so yourself. Especially as the force of it has you colliding into him hard, hand resting on his chest, his own wrapping around your hips. Pulling you tight against his body like he thinks he’s on the front cover of some sort of romance book. His chest is so firm underneath your hand and he’s alway so bloody warm…you’re not sure how you’re supposed to learn how to skate under these conditions. 

“Peter!” 

“C’mon, I know you want to…indulge me.”  He shakes the skateboard at you like a treat. It’s that little smirk of his, the cheeky one he gets, the one that makes him look so stupidly sexy, that has you agreeing. 

“Fine, but if I hurt myself, Peter Benjamin Parker…” Your threat is left unfinished and empty. Peter is all too eager to place the skateboard on the ground and get you onto it. Too eager to get started, to have an excuse to keep his hands on you, to guide you and move you.  

He keeps a foot on the board to keep it still and steady for you, hand holding your own as he helps you get onto it like he’s helping you into a carriage. It feels weird beneath your feet. 

The first thing you notice is how strange it feels to be taller and higher off the ground, it feels rocky and unstable, the next thing is how Peter’s hands instantly rest on your hips, fingers dipping into your flesh, holding you as close as he can with a skateboard in the way. You’re almost certain at this point that your boyfriend is using teaching you as a guise to touch you, but you’re not going to complain about his strong hands on your hips or any desire he has to touch you. Not when he’s been riling you up this whole time, probably without even realising it. 

Peter’s not going to lie to himself, he revels in the feel of your hips underneath his hands, how his fingers dig gently into your skin, how your back straightens at his presence, pushing back slightly towards him. He licks his bottom lip and tries to focus on correcting your narrow stance, kicking a foot between your own. “You need to widen your stance, baby, otherwise you’ll lose your balance and fall off. I don’t want my pretty baby getting hurt.”

He’s always flirtatious with you, but usually in a joking way, this is a less common side of Peter. The sort of side you tend to only see in private. His eyes burn your skin and you’re certain skateboarding shouldn’t have this much tension or touching involved. He’s liberally applying every pet name he’s ever had for you in quick succession and it’s hard to concentrate. Still you try to follow his directions, planting your feet a bit wider under his guidance.

“Uh-uh, wider, spread your legs for me, baby...” This time his foot kicks yours apart roughly, hands pushing at your hips to urge you to move them apart, as his thigh presses between yours grazing over your centre too lightly to bring relief, but enough to tease. A flush of warmth fills your whole body and you’re certain at this point that Peter just wants to wreck you and your sanity because he only uses that low, gravely voice of his in bed and this is not your bed. There’s no way the press of his thigh at your cunt is an accident, there’s no need for it there other than to make a very clear statement that Peter wants you. Every single teenage fantasy you had about the skater boy down your street flits through your mind, this time with Peter taking the leading role. It’s like being eighteen again. 

He can hear how fast your heart is beating, a staccato rhythm in your chest. He can feel the red hot warmth between your thighs on his leg, can see how your skirt starts to inch up because of his intrusion in your space. Can feel how you lean back towards him, how he has to press one of his hands between your shoulder blades to straighten your stance and he fucking loves it. He loves you all the time. He loves how you react when he’s sweet and soft, but fuck if he doesn’t love how quickly he can turn you on. There’s a tremble to your body, a shivery impatience, and he can't help but tease, to trail his fingers over your hip and down your leg, hitting bare skin as he grips your thigh firmly and twists your leg to the side. The strength of his hand on you does it and you know you're wet, the rubbing of your panties against you a reminder of how sensitive you’ve become, and he hasn’t even touched properly yet. You’re so done for. “You gotta face sideways, baby, push your hips to the side for me, honey…that’s a good girl.” 

You haven’t even taken a single step, haven’t moved an inch on this goddamn skateboard and you’re ready to hold up your hands, to surrender, to drag him all the way home and let him fuck you in your shared bed in whatever way he wants. But, he keeps going under this pretense, pressing against your back and breathing across the shell of your ear. 

“Whenever you’re ready, baby, you can kick off and get this party started, okay? You’ve got this, baby.” 

His absence is felt so acutely when he steps back, leaving you on the skateboard alone and fuck, you were actually supposed to be learning how to skate weren’t you? This wasn’t supposed to be some sort of foreplay plucked from the mind of an eighteen year old you, the fantasies of a past time when your biggest concern was passing exams, getting your grades and whether your crush liked you.

It’s cute, how you seem to freeze once he steps back, coming back to reality. Fuck, you’re breathless and trembling, but he gives it to you cause you try to skate anyway, put your foot down and roll and roll and roll. He keeps pace with you, your slow crawl humorous. But, as tempting as you are he still wants to make sure you’re okay, that he’s there to catch you.

“C’mon, pretty baby, you can go faster and harder than that, can’t you?” The way your head drops back, exposing the length of your throat is delicious and he’s so close to just calling quits, to stopping the pretence right now, grabbing you and shoving you up against a wall, hiking your skirt up around your waist where it belongs. 

But, there’s something about your neediness, the way you can’t rub your thighs together to give yourself any relief like this, the frustration as he watches your hips twist a little, yet your determination to act as if it’s fine. As if you’re not soaking through your panties, desperate to have his hands on you again.

Fuck, Peter. He’s doing it on purpose, you know he is, because when you look over his eyes are dark and half-lidded, that stupid smirk in place showing the tips of his teeth. He’s enjoying this too much. It shouldn’t make you want him more that he’s riling you up on purpose, but it does, he wants you badly and fuck, if that isn’t a turn on. To be so wanted, so needed, so desired that his eyes are practically black. With Peter it’s very hard to ever doubt his devotion to you. 

You’re determined to keep the pretence up, the charade of being taught how to skate, even as you find no relief from the heat and wetness between your thighs. The stance required for skating does not allow for the slightest bit of friction between your legs, the most you get is the brush of your panties against your clit as your hips twist of their own accord. It’s torturous and evil and you know he knows it, can clock the way his eyes focus on your hips. 

You find the strength to put your foot back to the ground and push off harder this time, too hard out of frustration, you can already feel the fear at the momentum, your desire briefly ignored in favour of fear. “Peter!” You’re scared screech has him running to catch up with you, grabbing you just as you begin to teeter off the skateboard and towards the ground, lifting you high up and into his arms. 

Your legs wrap tight around his hips to catch yourself and, “Fuck…” He groans out at the warm touch of your cunt against the front of his jeans. Forehead dropping to your shoulder, lips brushing against the hot skin of your neck. “Fuck, baby…”

“Peter…” It’s a whimper as you tighten your legs around him and grind against his lap, hands twisting up into the brown strands of his hair, tugging at the relief you’re finally getting. For the first time this evening you’re finally getting some semblance of relief, his breath is hot against your skin and it sends an involuntary shiver through your body. 

“Slow down, baby.” His hands grip your hips firm and tight and stop them from circling against his own and you can’t help but let out a frustrated sob, “Peteee, pleaseee…baby…” It’s frustrating that you can’t shift your hips against his grip, he’s too strong, and Peter doesn’t want this to end too soon, wants to see you absolutely wrecked because of him, not anyone else, him. 

“I’ve got you, you know i’ve got you….Fuck, baby girl, I bet you had a thing for skater boys in school, huh? Bet you always wanted to be fucked behind the bleachers, huh, sweet girl? Would you have let me? Let nerdy little Peter Parker sneak you into his room?” He abandons his skateboard, walking the two of you towards an empty warehouse, one he knows has a sturdy wall out of sight of the non existent people. This dockyard was practically abandoned all day long, let alone in the evening, an opportunity to skate, and an opportunity to fucking ruin you without having to swing you home. 

Your back is pressed against cold metal, some sort of wall, as Peter slides a hand between you to cup your thigh, hiking it up higher against him as he urges your hips to grind against his cock through the fabric of his jeans. “I think…I think you’d let me fuck you, right here, right now, against this wall, isn’t that right, baby?” God, Peter does things to you, the way he looks so sweet and gentle and then switches, tells you want to do and takes control. 

“Yes…fuck, yes, Peter, anything, baby…anything…” You’re pretty incoherent, just mindlessly grinding your hips against him, seeking any sort of friction, relief, head thrown back and unsure how you’re still even breathing. He’s so tall, like this he feels big and looming, forehead pressing into your own as he nuzzles your noses together, still sweet, still tender even when you know he’s going to ruin you.

“I think I should help my pretty lady out, don’t you?” Peter’s hiking your skirt up around your hips like he's wanted to the entire time before you even answer him, groaning at the sight of the wet spot on your panties and the undulation of your hips that’s so much clearer without the fabric in the way. 

“Please, please help, baby, you always take such good care of me.”

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, I've got you, I've got you, baby.” His fingertips glide across your skin, shucking you of your panties in the shortest time imaginable, even as he has to drop you to do so. You’re not apart for long, though, he has you pressed back up against the wall, legs wrapped around him before you can even think, pocketing your panties in his back pocket like some sort of trophy. 

You press kisses to the length of his neck, incessant and mindless as his fingers drop to graze back and forth across the skin of your inner thighs, “Stop teasing, baby…” You’re whining, whimpering because he’s such a tease. 

“I’m just making sure I take care of my baby, m’not teasing, sweetheart” He's a liar and his grin says it all, all teeth and tongue as he pulls your head back so he can watch your face twist and change. A hand wrapping around your throat, firm, confident, but still soft enough, aware of his own strength as he squeezes the sides of your throat in a way that has your head dropping back with a moan. 

His other hand finally stops teasing your thighs, finally starts to circle your clit in a way that has you writhing and twisting, almost too much after such a long stint of anticipation. “Shhh, shh, I've got you…” Hand still on your throat, Peter squeezes as he slips a finger inside you, your warm walls gripping and pulling him in. “Fuck, your so wet, is this all for me, baby?”

“Uh-huh, all for you. God, Peter…y-you drive me crazy…you..” You’re not sure what the English language even is anymore at this point, words failing you as his thumb circles your clit, finger pushing back and forth inside you till he finds that spongy little bit that makes your legs clamp tighter around his hips. 

Once he’s found it, there’s no avoiding it, he manages to hit it each time he presses back into you like some sort of magic button. He was always really good at arcade games, you think those motor skills have probably come in handy right now, magic fingers pushing you towards an edge that you can't even see. 

“There we go baby, I’ve got you…” He presses sweet little kisses across your cheeks, your nose, your brow, even as he presses another finger into you, stretching you deliciously and hitting that spot time and time again. Your hips grind and push forward, rutting to meet him, the familiar burning twisting sensation in your gut only building and building with each circle of his thumb and press of his fingers. Your skin is burning. “You look so pretty like this, sweetheart, wish I had my camera, you’d make such a pretty picture right now…” God, if he could capture this moment, the glaze of your eyes, the way your thighs seem to jiggle with each grind of your hips, how your skin is warm and soft, the way you press into the hand around your throat, so much goddamn trust in him. He’s rock hard and the most you’ve touched him is grinding against him, fully clothed. Shit, he wishes he had his camera, could stare at this sight forever, get lost in the memory even when one of you is away.  

“Peteee…” Your noises he loves the best, how whiny and desperate you get, how he seems to make you forget words, other than his name and please. Fuck, he never thought he had that sort of power, but you make him feel so fucking hot, so in control. 

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay…” He says it even as he presses a third finger into you and you feel fit to burst, it’s too much, you’re too full, you babble at him incoherently and he just shushes you with sweet words, “You can take it, sweetheart, I know you can.” You’re not sure you can, you want to pull him closer and push him away all in the same instance, your body a livewire of nerves, synapses firing off in your brain at every press of his fingers and circle of his thumb.

“C’mon, cum for me, pretty lady, c’mon…” He tightens his grip on the sides of your throat, watches the way your eyes roll into the back of your head as the buzzing fills your ears, blood rushing through your veins.

That coil within your belly, the spring winding up to snap goes as you cum around his fingers, squeezing him so impossibly tightly between your walls, your arousal coating his fingers. He’s careful as he releases your neck, pressing sweet kisses across your skin, even though he was careful, even though you won’t have a single bruise, he braces his hand against the wall by your head. 

You watch him as you catch your breath, heat already welling back into your stomach as his fingers, wet with you, leave your cunt and he presses them between his lips, groaning at the tangy taste of you on his tongue. Fuck, any other time he’d have his head between your thighs, lips on you, but now is not the time…any other time he’d dive into you and hope to die that way, thighs wrapped solidly around his head as he worships at the altar that is you and your love for him. 

“You taste so good, baby, all for me, huh? You gonna be good for me? My good girl?”

“Always, always your good girl,” You’ve caught your breath and some of your sanity back, the warmth of your orgasm clearing your head enough to know that Peter is rock hard and aching for you, that he’s been so, so patient, so desperate to please you and you’ve neglected him. He doesn’t rush you still, just presses kisses against your skin as you breathe in and out. He’s beautiful like that, warm and flushed, red across his cheeks as he watches you, tongue gliding across his bottom lips. It has you shifting your hips against him again, that desire building itself back up as he groans at you, your bare cunt pressed against his jeans, applying pressure to his erection. 

You drag his lips to yours, open mouthed and hungry as you kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue as your fingers tug and tangle in his hair. He moans when you pull just a tad harder and bites your lip with his teeth in retaliation. Your fingers make their way to his belt, eagerly undoing it before popping the button of his jeans open and unzipping his fly. You want him still, so badly, the weight of him, the warmth of him inside you as he tells you how good you are for him. God, you love his voice, it’s your favourite sound in the world, always so sweet, so tender even when he’s being devious and dirty. 

It doesn’t take long for you to shove his jeans and boxers down his hips, enough for the length of him, hot, heavy and hard to spring against his stomach, the tip already leaking pre-cum from how desperate he is to be inside you. 

“Fuck, Pete…” You can’t help it, you wrap a hand around him, twisting and pulling at his cock. The low groan that rumbles from his chest causes you to clench and you know you don’t have his patience for teasing, know you can’t sit here and wait it out, don’t have the patience to try to break him down into his constituent parts.

“Mm, I know, baby, I know…Just want to be inside you, you gonna let me? Mmm? Gonna let me take care of you again, baby?” A thumb presses against your chin, tilting your face up at him. He’s so intent like this, the way he watches you, eyes flicking between your hand on his cock and the pout on your lips. 

You nod your head, words failing you again, for the millionth time today. His hand curves around your throat again, tilting your head to the side. “Use your words for me, beautiful, wanna hear you say it…”

“I…I need you in me, baby, need you in me, please?” You’ve never been able to understand it, how Peter can rile you up so fast time and time again, how no number of orgasms can stop the burning he can elicit in the pit of your stomach. He knows you, knows how to work you and you adore how deeply he knows you, in the bedroom and outside of it. 

You’ve never been more thankful in your life for the pill. For the ability to just take him inside you, right here without needing to hunt around for a condom. You love Peter, but you’re not quite sure either of you are ready for a surprise baby just yet.

“Good girl, I've got you…” Both hands fall to your hips, squeezing, pressing, digging as he lifts you up higher against the wall and carefully begins lowering you down onto his cock. Your cunt swallows him like he’s made for you, like always it feels like you were destined for his cock. You’re so fucking warm, so wet, so tight as you slide down him and take him to the hilt, legs tensing behind his back to pull yourself as close to him as you can. You always forget how it feels, it surprises you every time, how full you feel of him. 

“You feel so good, baby, like you were made for me, fuck…” His lips brush across the shell of your ear, hot breath warming your skin, before he trails kisses down your skin and across your jaw. Any patch of skin he can find receives its own kiss as you adjust to the size of him pressing against your walls. 

He only moves when you do, your circling, pushing hips, telling him all he needs to know as he begins a steady pace. Peter pulls out of you and pushes back in, again and again and finds that spongy spot within you that makes your brows furrow and your voice catch in your throat until you can't even moan. Just breathe. 

You rock with him, meet his thrusts and push against him, but it’s not enough and he can tell as he presses his forehead against yours and slides his hand between the two of you. Those long, dexterous fingers of his finding your clit and playing you like a guitar, circling just to the left and up, in a way that has your hands tugging at his hair and lips sucking on the skin of his collarbone, definitely determined to leave a mark. He doesn’t mind though, doesn’t mind walking around with evidence of you on his skin, he’s so proud you’re his girlfriend, could care less if every inch of him was covered in hickeys and scratch marks, so long as they’re from you. 

“So close, Pete…”

“C’mon, baby, c’mon, be a good girl for me…” It’s mindless words, repeated phrases, barely legible or literate, but he always knows what names to throw at you to have you clenching down on him and grinding closer. 

He knows you're close by the shake in your legs, the way your feet seem to curl and if he could see your toes he knows they’d be curling too. He’s so close, so hard, he knows the moment you cum he will to, the force of you around him will be the last straw, but he’s determined to make you cum first. 

Peter wraps his hand around your throat, gentle, thumb pressing into the underside of your jaw and kisses you, it’s the tightening of his hand combined with his fingers against your clit that have your toes curl and back arching as you cum for the second time that day. Your walls squeeze him so tightly, your moan so deep in your chest it vibrates against his own, the way you shudder against him has him following after you, cumming into you as he kisses you, soft and sweet as the two of you relax. 

His weight presses heavily against you, as you both catch your breath. You cup his cheeks tilting his face this way and that as you press breathless kisses along the bridge of his nose, the apple of his cheeks, the tip of his chin. “I love you, Peter Parker, you absolute tease…” 

He pulls back laughing, loud and bright with his head thrown back, the length of his neck on display. There’s a nice purpling bruise by his collarbone, your own handy work and you can’t help but smirk at the sight of it. 

“I love you too.” He lets you down on unsteady legs, but holds your hips to steady you. He helps you pull your skirt back down and you hold your hand out for your panties which you know are still in his back pocket.

“Peter. I’m not going home commando.” You can already imagine how badly that could go, especially if he chose to swing you home….you didn’t want Spider-Man’s girlfriend to flash the population of New York. Especially given the fact he’d cum inside you. While sex in strange places was certainly adventurous, at least in your apartment you could clean yourself up afterwards. For now a pair of panties would have to do when it came to keep things from getting embarrassing. 

“But, baby…” 

“Panties. Now.” He relinquishes them with a pout as if he doesn’t have access to your underwear drawer, and helps you get them back on, before tucking himself back into his own clothes and doing up his belt. You’re both sweaty messes, your hair a mess and your skin warm and flushed. 

You look so good like this though, post-sex, blissfully happy and glowing and Peter can’t help but puff out his chest a little in pride, knowing he’s more than satisfied his girl, his lady, his beautiful partner. Your thoughts are similar. The tanktop still does wonders for him, still makes your eyes catch on his arms and now his chest is heaving to catch his breath, his skin has a rosy glow to it, his hair messy and unkempt from your hands. He looks so delicious and it’s ridiculous how insatiable he makes you, how even after two orgasms he still warms the pit of your stomach, how even the uncomfortable sensation of his cum against your panties can’t stop the desire you feel for him. 

Peter grabs your hand, fingers locking with your own as he walks backwards out of the warehouse to find his skateboard and backpack. “Rain check?”

“Huh?”

“Skateboarding. Next time I’ll actually teach you…I just…fuck, baby, you’re so pretty and I couldn’t help it. You can’t wear that skirt next time.” You feel warm in the face all over again, it’s funny how he can fuck you silly and still him calling you pretty makes you feel shy. You hope it never changes, hope he always makes you giggly and giddy even when you’re eighty-nine and using a zimmer frame to get around. 

“What’s wrong with my skirt?” You look down at it, you were sure it was fine this morning, but maybe you missed something? 

“What’s wrong with your skirt is it makes me want to fuck you over whatever surface is nearest, and…” He pulls you close by the hand, wrapping his arms around you as his nose nuzzles against your own, “I don’t think that’s very conducive to a good learning environment, do you?” You don’t know how he didn’t have every girl falling over him in high school, either he developed his talent for talking after high school or people were blind and stupid to pass over him. 

“I didn’t know you loved my skirt so much?” You raise an eyebrow, pulling back to look up at those big brown doe eyes of his, the ones you love so much. Gosh, he has pretty eyes, you swear they sparkle. Not helped by how the corners crinkle up and soften them either. 

“Mmm, more like what your skirt shows off, baby.”

“What my skirt shows off? I think it’s quite modest.” It comes just above your knee, it’s not a mini-shirt by any stretch of the imagination. You’re certain he’s seen more of your skin in your pajamas…

He laughs at you, you’re adorably clueless and he loves you for it, “It’s not that it’s too short, baby, it’s that your hips look delicious in it…it’s like that red dress you have, the velvet one that hugs you? Ooph, I love your hips…” You know the dress. Whenever you wear it for a party or date you end up leaving early. You didn’t realise it was your hips that caused the commotion though, hmmm, you file that information away for later. At some point you’re certain you can use that against him. 

Peter swings his backpack over his shoulder and grabs his board, never once letting go of your hand in the process. You’re ready to go home and get cleaned up, the mess between your legs is starting to get a little uncomfortable and you know Peter’s clocked that too, you know he’s noticed how you’re holding yourself a little awkwardly now. 

“Take me home, Spider-Boy.”

“Oh, after all that, I'm a boy now?” It’s all fun and games, the little smile on his face tells you he’s teasing you again, a different sort this time. How playful he can be, one of the many perks of your relationship. 

“Mmm, only because you're so boyishly charming.”

“I thought I was ruggedly handsome,” His pout does little for his claims, while he’s certainly handsome, the rugged bit only comes into play when he’s all gritty and covered in blood and dirt. Or that time he didn’t shave for a month, his beard growing in and changing the shape of his face. 

“When you don’t shave…” You love him either way. He’s always handsome, always desirable to you, and no amount of facial hair or youthful vigour was going to change that. He’s smiling when shakes his head at you and you know he’ll probably stop shaving briefly, see if he can get you to call him rugged and you know you’ll oblige until he decides it itches when he wears the mask. 

Peter doesn’t even bother putting the full suit on, just grabs his mask and pulls it over his face to hide who is. He doesn’t have the energy to get undressed and put the suit on just to go back to your apartment where he’ll have to take it off again to get cleaned up. Plus, sweaty skin and spandex? Not the best combination. 

“C’mon, baby.”  Peter helps you wrap yourself around him so that he can swing you both back to your apartment. It’s quicker than the subway and he knows you’re not the most comfortable right now. 

You lean your head into the crook of his neck and relax into him as he swings, he always marvels at that, the trust you place in him. The first time he ever took you out and about you screamed, clung to him tight, terrified of being dropped. After the fifth time you realised he’d never drop you, no matter what, since then you’ve even managed to fall asleep against him, so commonplace is it now to be swung about the city by Spider-Man. You always hide your face in his shoulder or chest in the busier parts of the city, the possibility of your face being photographed too serious to ignore, especially when you’re openly dating Peter Parker. 

Your apartment isn’t far, not when you swing through the streets, that is, maybe ten or fifteen minutes of gliding through the air before Peter lands on your fire escape. You untangle yourself from him and pull open the window, the two of you returning to the warmth of your apartment. Shoes are kicked off, skateboard put down in its corner, backpack and mask flung aside. 

“I’ll go run a bath,” Peter presses a kiss to your temple before leaving for the bathroom, you grab something to drink, throat parched and tongue dry. 

He’s always particular about running a bath for you. There’s a way to do it, a temperature that it needs to be at, a certain bubble bath that needs to go in, the right sort of candles to be lit. Peter considers looking after you a science of sorts, and you’ve already waited long enough, uncomfortable in your clothes all because he was too impatient to teach you how to skateboard. 

You trail in before it’s done, sitting on the top of the toilet seat and enjoying the cosy, romantic atmosphere that Peter’s made. He always does that, lowers the blinds, sets some candles to burn, makes sure it feels sweet and tender and soft. It’s funny how one minute he can have his hand wrapped around your throat and the next he’s running you a hot bath with your favourite scents wafting around the room. 

Peter turns the taps off before it gets too full, knowing by sight now what height of water works for both your bodies in the tub without overflowing and pissing off your landlord. The first time you’d flooded the bathroom floor she hadn’t been happy and he’d been careful ever since. 

“C’mere, beautiful.” He draws you up to your feet and carefully peels away each layer of clothing. It’s different from earlier, while Peter’s eyes still watch you like a hawk, still retain some heat, this is soft and careful, it’s about helping you get clean and comfortable. There’s no intention to touch you like before. 

“Your turn, baby…” You help him disrobe, fingers pausing on the tank top, “I love this top…” There’s a wistful little hum in your voice and he’s surprised by it, you’ve never mentioned it to him before and he wears it to bed all the time, it’s unusual for him to wear it out and about. More of an undershirt than anything else. 

“Yeah?”

“Mmm, you should wear it more often.” You humm, pressing a kiss to the round area of skin at the top of his bicep where it meets his shoulder, there’s a scar there, old and fading but you always seem to find it. 

“If I wear it more often, are we going to need baths more often?” There’s a little smirk that crosses his lips, dimple more prominent as he considers that you don’t just like this top, you like how he looks in it. Just like he loves your skirt that now sits in a pile on the floor. 

“Uh, on second thought, maybe keep it for special occasions.” He laughs and helps you pull it over his head, muscles in his arms and shoulders pulling and stretching as he does so. Your eyes light up, and he enjoys your admiration before you help him out of the rest of his attire. 

“My lady,” He helps you in the bath first, hand held out like Mr Darcy at a ball and you stand in the water until he steps in behind you and the two of you sink in together. You rest your back against his chest and close your eyes. 

You don’t lift a finger, not really, this is always about Peter cleaning you up, Peter looking after you…especially when he’s a bit rougher, a bit wilder, a bit more dominant, even if he never leaves a single bruise on you. Your hands come first, lifted from the water and each finger washed with your favourite soap, Peter’s lathered hands gliding over your wrists, your forearms, your elbow and bicep. He’s careful with every inch of you and while his touch is always reverent and intimate, it’s different from how he touches you when you make love. 

He’s careful between your thighs, helping to get you clean but aware of your sensitivity. The glide of his hands over every inch of you brings you a sense of peace and you know how lucky you are to find a man like him. So caring, so dedicated, so gentle. He likes to be needed by you and you like to be doted on by him, because in many ways you do need him. Maybe not literally. You’d be fine to do this all on your own, but the peace, the contentment in your chest wouldn’t be there. Peter makes everything go quiet. 

Peter kisses your temple and you lie back together until the water runs cold.

[labyrinth-runner]

“I might already be on me knees, but I’m still gonna make you say please.” Darkling x Fem!Reader

Title: Worth the Wait

Summary: Reader is insecure of their powers and their ability to be the sun summoner. General Kirigan assures them that they have what it takes.

Word Count: 2600

Warnings: It's sinful sunday folks. This is literally going to turn into smut. Unprotected smut. Marking.

You'd been at the Little Palace for almost a month and by now you felt like you should have been making progress. They called you a Saint, and prayed to you so that you would be their deliverance, but who would deliver you? Who would save you? The weight of your responsibilities was almost debilitating on your shoulders. Most of the Grisha looked at you like you were so much better than them, like they could only dream of being you.

If only they knew the truth. You were a sham. You could barely manage to bring forth your power on the good days. Your arm had felt the wrath of Baghra's rage more than once this week.

Your power on your own was nothing like when Aleksander touched you. When his hand closed around your wrist, it was like your power would do anything for him. It bent to his will, and you were okay with that. The warm sureness washed over you and made you feel for one small moment that you might actually belong here. With the Grisha. With him.

The way he looked at you made you feel like you were more than you actually are. He made you want to live up to that look.

After another failed day of practice, you couldn't sleep. You tossed and turned in your comfortable bed, unable to relax. Eventually, you decided to get out of bed.

Your feet took you down to the main hall downstairs. The room was empty. Fires crackled in the hearths as their embers cooled from neglect. Your hand dragged along the tables, settling on the Darkling's seat. He had never used it in your time at the Palace, yet the Grisha fought over where they sat in relation to this chair.

There was nothing special about the chair. Its dark wood was smooth under your fingers. Casting a glance around, you pulled it out and sat, looking out over the empty chairs around you.

"It suits you," a voice said from behind you.

You jumped up, turning to see the silhouette of the General leaning against the open door to the war room. "I-I'm sorry, General."

"For what?" he asked, "For taking your rightful place? You should be sitting there, anyway. Not with the other Etherealki. You're not like them, Starling."

You blushed, looking down. "I know I'm not like them. They belong here. I don't."

"Come," he murmured, pushing the door wider for you to enter. "Let me set your mind at ease."

You passed by with bated breath, smelling the familiar scent of ash and cedar wash over you. Your eyes fell on the map resting on the table. The armies of Ravka were stretched thin, with enemies surrounding from all sides as well as from within. The door closed with a thud.

"Do you know why our enemies wish you dead?" he asked cooly.

"Because I am Grisha and Fjerdans hate our kind?" you replied.

His lips turned up slightly, "A good guess, but no. With your power, you can destroy the fold and reunite Ravka. A united country is stronger. We would loose less men, have more area to farm, and would have a better supply route. With you gone, we remain divided, an easy target for those who would wish Ravka harm."

You sighed, shoulders bowing forward. "I'm not capable of that."

"Not yet," he replied in your ear. His voice sent a shiver down your spine, "But you will be."

"How can you be so sure?" you asked, stepping forward out of his reach. Nervously, you rubbed your arms as you looked over the map.

"For a sun summoner, you surround yourself with darkness," he commented. A chill went through you as one by one the lights were consumed by pitch black night. "If you surround yourself with darkness, it's no wonder you can't find the light."

Your hair stood on end as you bumped into the table. Pieces on the war map toppled over. "If you're testing me, it won't work. There's no light here."

"There's no light in the fold, either," he countered.

"I'm not strong enough."

"Yes, you are." His voice was all around you, like the darkness. "You're just looking in the wrong places for the light."

"What do you mean?"

"You're a sun summoner. Your power comes from within. You need to stop looking outward for the power, the validation. The only person who can unlock your true potential is you."

"That's not true! When you touch me I-"

"When I touch you, I amplify what's already there. I make it easier for you to find it within you, but it's always been there, Starling."

You swallowed. The darkness was oppressive. Your voice was softer, less sure. "I can't."

"You can," he murmured. "All of those people believe in you. Why can't you believe in yourself?"

"Because they don't know me!"

"But they do. You are their Saint! The world has known you before you knew the world!"

"I'm no Saint. I'm just... I'm just me," you replied, frustrated.

"And what are you?"

"I..." Your mind was swimming. You used to say a member of the army. You used to say you were an orphan, someone without a place to belong. Then, after the incident in the fold, you were welcomed here. You wanted so badly to belong here. The Little Palace was everything you dreamed of. When you walked into a room, you were noticed. When you stood next to General Kirigan, you felt like an equal. You were no longer a nobody. You were a somebody. In the darkness, you reached for his cheek, and with precision you found it.

"I am Grisha" you replied, dragging your thumb across his cheek. Warmth surged through you as your power snaked it's way up to the surface. Your blood rushed in your veins. Every fibre of your being felt alive. You pushed away the darkness, surrounding you and Aleksander in a halo of light.

You pulled away from him and the room dimmed back to normal. His dark eyes focused on you, seeing you as he always had. His gaze was intense as you slowly backed away, your backside nudging the table.

"You're not just Grisha," he murmured stepping into your space. His hand reached up, his ring lightly grazing your cheek as he pushed a strand of hair out of your face. Your eyes fell from his to his lips. The air between you was charged. "You are mine, Starling."

His lips crashed against yours, his stubble tickling your skin. Your hands sunk into his raven hair to pull him closer to you. His large hands slid up your thighs, pushing your robe further up as they hooked behind your knees to lift you onto the table. Your back knocked over multiple little pieces, causing you to chuckle as his lips made their way down your neck to your clavicle. His thumbs drew lazy circles on the inside of your thighs as his lips trailed lower. Landing on his knees in front of you, his lips sucked marks up the soft flesh of your legs, inching the fabric further up.

"Are you scared?" he murmured, looking up from between your legs.

"Of you?" you asked, smoothing a lock of his hair out of his eyes. You thought back to all the moments between you, the pull, the charge, the familiarity of him. There was a crackle between your skin as your atoms grew closer, wanting to bond. You knew it now, you were two halves of the same whole. He was darkness, you were light. You could not exist without each other. Just as you could not know light without dark, you hadn't known yourself until you knew him.

"Starling?" he asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

"No," you admitted. "I'm not."

"Well, Starling, what do you want?" Aleksander asked, his fingers slipping up to hook around the band of your underwear, tugging down gently.

"You," you groaned, your head falling back to look at the ceiling as the cold air hit your skin.

“I might already be on me knees, but I’m still going to make you say please," he smirked, nipping your thigh.

"Please, Aleksander," you breathed, subconsciously opening your legs wider for him. "I want you."

The smug grin that you got in response made you bite your lip. His eyes seemed to get impossibly darker with desire as his hand slid up your chest to push you flat back against the table top. His other hand tugged on the bow keeping your robe closed, letting it fall open. He stood between your legs, taking in how you looked spread out over Ravka. All of it would be his from this moment forth: Ravka and you. The world was at his fingertips.

The anticipation was killing you as he gently dragged his fingertips down the valley of your chest before settling on your hips.

You had to wonder what he thought when he looked at you. Was this love? Or was it simply lust? When two beings such as yourselves existed, was there any other course to take besides falling for each other? When you were the only two beings who could potentially live forever, why would you fall for those who could die when like should end up with like?

"I've waited so long for you," he whispered.

"Then why wait any longer?" you asked breathlessly, propping up on your elbows. You had never felt more bare; more seen.

He tapped his fingers in a cadence on your thigh as one would impatiently tap a table. "You make a good point, Starling."

Reaching up, you grabbed ahold of the lapels of his coat, pulling him down to you. He rested his forehead against yours as your hands smoothed up his chest and over his shoulders to push the fabric off his body. Then, your sure fingers worked his buttons over with determination.

He grabbed your hands, bringing them up to kiss your wrists. The Darkling took over from where you left off, shedding his own shirt and pants until he matched you.

Hooking your heels around his abdomen, you pulled him closer. His hard length bumped against your slick. His eyes closed at the feeling.

Suddenly, it was if something had come over him. One hand gripped your hip as the other cupped the back of your head somewhat roughly to pull you into a kiss.

This kiss was different.

It was rough, passionate, but it wasn't all sunshine and roses. Part of it was frustration. Anger. Disgust at himself for not being able to be the cool, controlled Darkling he was known to be. He blamed you. He blamed himself for becoming undone by you.

You kissed him back with the same ferocity, but opposing emotions. Your kiss was a resignation, an acceptance that this was how the world should be. Your kiss was relief. Your kiss was love and admiration. Your fingers tugged at his hair, making him open his mouth to fight your tongue for dominance. It was a long battle, but you won. You twirled your tongue around his, soothing him. Your breaths mingled as one, a balance. Your breaths were tantric as he pulled your body flush against his.

Unexpectedly, he lifted you, carrying you towards his bedroom.

"What's wrong with where we were?" you asked softly as he placed you on his bed. It was softer than yours.

"I don't want to think of the war while I make love to you," he sighed in your ear. He pulled back to kiss you softly. "I just want it to be you and me. Here. Now."

Lining himself up with your entrance, he took a deep breath. He kissed you again as he entered. He wasn't forceful, but it was still an adjustment. He swallowed your noises of discomfort with his mouth, waiting for you to become accustomed to the feel of him. When you nodded, he started to move.

He started slow, rocking back and forth into you, kissing you as he did. His hand dipped down to push your knee towards your chest to increase the angle. He hit somewhere deep inside you, causing you to gasp. The gasp quickly turned into a moan as he hit the spot again and again. His pace quickened in speed and increased in roughness, but you liked it. Your body had taken worse beatings that left you feeling less pleasure than this before.

Your fingernails dug into his shoulder, looking to ground yourself. Deep within you, your power was surging, giving you energy that you spent on the Darkling. You matched his thrusts.

"Saints," he gasped.

You grabbed his chin, bringing his face back to look at yours. "I am yours. Take me as you want me."

His gaze was unfocused, seeing through you, but he nodded. His hips snapped into yours at a pace that shook the bed. Your hand gripped his hair tightly as he bit your neck, sucking a mark that you knew would be visible.

It was almost on the precipice of being more pain than pleasure. Your body was incredibly hot. A slight sheen of sweat glistened on your skin as you gasped for air from the exertion of it all. Every muscle in your body was pulled taut, like a slingshot ready to fire.

"Let go," he instructed in your ear.

You screamed his name. Your toes curled as a blinding light filled your vision and you saw stars. You saw the light within you, soaring up towards the heat of your inner sun until you could almost touch it.

And then you were falling. Crashing into a pool of cool darkness. The cold washed over your skin and you realized it was Aleksander's release. The darkness quenching the heat of the sun.

He slowed his pace, fucking you both through your orgasm until life came back into focus for both of you. You blinked through your daze until your vision cleared and you were back in the arms of the Darkling, resting on his bed.

The Darkling had lived a thousand lives before you were even born. Part of you wondered how often he had laid with someone like this, wondering how you'd compare to the rest.

He flopped on his back to catch his breath, chuckling as he stared at the canopy of his bed.

"That was...." He turned to look at you, a boyish grin on his face that you recognized as a happiness he never wore. "Worth the wait."

You let out a breathy laugh of your own as you turned onto your stomach. "Good. I'd hate to disappoint."

"You'd never disappoint, Starling." His smile softened as he reached up to hook his thumb under your chin.

Your eyes trailed down his body, looking at his chest and scrutinizing it for the first time. Scars marred his body. "I'm surprised you never had Genya erase those."

"They remind me of what I'm fighting for." He followed your gaze and sighed, the wall of sadness back in place, and also, you realized, grief.

You reached out to take his hand, kissing his palm. "The fight will be over soon."

He held his arm up so that you could tuck into his side. Hugging you into his side, he kissed the top of your head. "One way or another, Starling. One way or another."

[loveislattes]

1 + 10 = Dark and Primal (Predator/Prey) Kink

Summary: Exactly what the title says!

Warnings: Reader is gender-neutral but does own a vagina, primal kink roleplay, semi-public sex, dom/sub, squirting, multiple orgasms, and dirty talk. Ye have been warned!

A/N: This is the first fic drabble to come from the number prompt game!

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@when-the-sun-goes-dark

@underthedark13

@fruitypieq

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“Tell me something,” A deep, rich voice spoke suddenly, “What’s a darling thing like you doing out here, all alone, so late at night?”

Instantly your head whipped to the side, eyes narrowing to scrutinize the tree line for any sign of the stranger, but found nothing other than darkness in return. You were about ready to continue on your trek and blame it on the sleepless night when the intruder let out a rumbling chuckle, the noise echoing around you in every direction.

Hairs now standing on end, you clutched your bag tighter to your body and asked nervously, “Who-Who’s there?”

“Answer my question, and I’ll answer yours.”

Your lips suddenly felt too dry, the night too cold, the lamp posts too dim, as you belatedly realized that you’d not seen another person on this sidewalk for way too long. It was just you and this stranger.

“I-I’m just walk-walking,” you stammered pitifully.

Dread pooled in your gut and the sense of being utterly alone and helpless intensified egregiously as one by one all the lamp posts in your line of sight flickered out.

“Ooh fuck,” you whispered.

Finally, your self-preservation instinct kicked in and you took off running. It was a dark night, the moon a sliver in waning crescent and providing almost no light. Every slap of your shoes on the ground felt like a league farther from the man. Even as your heart pounded in your ears and your lungs burned with the taste of blood, you didn’t dare slow down. How far would you have to run? Did you dare take your chances hiding out in the woods?

As soon as hope started to rise, it was quickly dashed back down.

“You humans, so fragile.”

The whispered voice in your ear tore a frantic scream from your throat, fear locking up your legs, sending you tumbling forward. Of course you would fall! It wasn’t until he laughed, a smooth luscious sound, that you realized you were braced tight for an impact that hadn’t come.

“What the…”

When your eyes finally opened, you saw the concrete of the sidewalk uncomfortably close to your face but not touching. And then you were lifted. Darkness shrouded your view as arms tightened around your torso and brought you back to your own two feet. A cool gentle breath caressed the shell of your ear seconds before you felt the familiar shape of a nose against your neck.

“I’m giving you one last chance,” he huffed bemusedly, “Think fast but run faster, little fawn, for it will take all of your abilities to escape me.”

“W-Who are you?!” you gasped out.

As the darkness left your vision and the hands retracted from your sides, he purred almost imperceptibly, “I go by Dark, but you may call me sir.”

Then all at once, you were alone. You hesitantly looked around, eyes wide with fear.

“RUN!”

A fearsome screech of terror scratched your throat raw as you stumbled and took off as quickly as possible. You knew if you stayed on the paved path he’d only catch you just as easily as before. You had to chance the forest.

No matter how quiet you tried to be, it felt like every noise you made called out to him thricefold. Your breaths sounded like alarms in your ears and the forest floor cried out like little spies with every timid step you made.

“Oh little fawn, where might you be?”

“Shit,” you whispered in shock.

How were you ever to evade him? It was obvious he wasn’t human. There was no possible way a human could catch up to you without making noise, could track you so perfectly in a nearly pitch black forest. Of course there were also the insane reflexes, catching you so close to the ground, and his ability to speak clearly to you while being nowhere in sight.

Oh so slowly, you let your guard down as you shuffled carefully through the heavily wooded area and got lost in your thoughts; finding out what he was, felt as important as hiding from him. A soft noise of triumph escaped your lips as you spotted a rather large hollow in the base of a giant tree. Your eyes darted around one last time to make sure you didn’t see anyone before you ducked into the wood shelter.

Just as your back pressed up against the trunk, you heard a twig snap outside. The forest was uncannily quiet, no sound of animals nor wind to impede noises made by either you or him.

“A smart little thing you are, aren’t you?”

Your breath caught as fear slammed your heart into your ribcage like a drum. His voice was close, too close. Another crunch of branches and leaves drew your eyes to the right of your hollow. Even in the darkness of the woods, his black pants stood out against the greens and browns. Your assailant was wearing… suit pants? Despite the silliness of the situation, your nerves only increased as he crept closer and closer to you.

“Where are you?” he sang out lowly.

Hushed humming graced your ears delightfully as he passed you, hands clasped behind his back as if simply taking a nice stroll. You couldn’t control the way your stomach fluttered as the beautiful cadence of his voice filled the hollow. Someone so dangerous shouldn’t sound so inviting.

A quick rush of air released from your lungs as he continued on without incident and relief filled your veins. Head falling back, you let your eyes close and took deep slow breaths.

“It’s adorable that you think you’ve won, my little fawn.”

There wasn’t a word deep enough to describe the bone-chilling terror that flooded your body at the sound of his voice so close. Slowly your eyes fluttered open, only to discover a pair of legs standing in front of your only exit.

“Come out now, admit defeat, and I might even be gentle with you, darling,” he offered slyly.

“Fuck you,” you grit out.

Before you could second guess your actions, you bolted forward, right into his legs. While you were sure you didn't harm him, your actions surprised him enough to allow you the room to shove by. You had made it only a couple feet when hands were on you, one gripping your shoulder while the other pinched around the nape of your neck. A cry of shock and pain fled your lips as he shoved you face-first up against the nearest tree and pinned you with his body. Escape was looking more and more like a fool’s dream and yet you didn’t stop wiggling, trying your hardest to break free to no avail.

“Mmm, I do love it when my dinner puts up a fight, makes you smell all that more delectable,” he purred as his thigh slipped between yours, “And don’t fool yourself into believing I can’t smell just how aroused you are.”

Mortification burned up your face and you bit your lower lip hard to contain the distraught noise that threatened to break forth as he leaned into you. The pressure of his thigh served to further argue his point, your panties soaking up the slick between your thighs.

“P-Please,” you whispered shakily.

“Please what?” he mocked, “Please let you go? Now, you know I can’t do that, darling. I’m absolutely ravenous and you’re ripe for the taking.”

Teeth gently grazed the tender flesh of your throat and sent goosebumps across your flesh.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had such a sweet little human to play with,” he groaned quietly.

Fingers teased the sliver of skin poking from beneath your top, tracing the waistband of your shorts with languid little strokes; teeth mimicking the action against your neck.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want this, darling. I’ve smelled your interest since the instant you started to run,” he whispered, giving another gentle roll of his hips.

Before you could contain it, an excited little squeak escaped as you felt the hardening bulge grind against your ass.

“There it is. Give in to me,” Dark murmured, “I promise this will be an experience unlike any other.”

You didn’t dare give an answer. The words felt too wrong on your tongue despite the sudden urge in your body demanding an agreement. As terrifying as he was, there was something about his presence that intrigued you. It felt like there was a war going on in your head as you gingerly wiggled your hips back against him and tilted your head to the side, allowing him full access to your neck.

The moan he gave in return made your knees weak.

In one rough movement, you heard the tell-tale rip of your shorts being ruined and then your hips were lifted in the next.

“Ooh, look at the mess you’ve made of yourself, little fawn,” he cooed mockingly as a finger danced across your lips, “It will be all the easier to make you mine.”

That was your only warning before his cock was lined up against your cunt, thick head breeching every so slightly before he slammed in. Tears sprung up into your eyes and you buried your face harder against the bark as a pathetic cry warbled out. It was devastating and heavenly all at once. When he didn’t follow up immediately, you couldn't help but arch back into him.

“What a needy little thing you are,” he chuckled, “I’m going to have so much fun with you before I destroy you.”

Never in a thousand years did you think you’d find yourself in this position, being hunted down and fucked in the middle of the forest, and yet there wasn’t a place you’d rather be in that moment.

Dark’s pace was brutal, the position even more so. Every thrust of his cock rocked you up against the tree, bark scraping and digging at your skin. Every attempt to move back sunk him deeper inside you. It felt like a never ending sea of desire. It wasn’t long until you were begging for more, until the sting of the micro cuts on your skin was just another layer to the destructive pleasure coiling in your core.

“You want more? You want to come? Then touch yourself,” he ordered huskily, “Rub your clit and make yourself come on my cock while I claim you as mine.”

His meaning came through loud and clear. He intended to mark you in the most primitive of ways, in ways no one had before. You’d never let any other come inside you, too afraid of the risks.

“N-No, don’t-”

Fingers dug into your wrist and jerked your hand down between your cunt and the tree, forcing you where you wanted it most.

“It’s no use, darling, it’s too late,” he snickered, “You’re already in the lion’s den and there’s no escape. Not anymore. You belong to me now.”

You could feel his teeth bared a wicked smile against your skin before they clamped down around your throat. Pain exploded and pulsed through your veins with every beat of your racing heart, and yet it pervertedly only urged you faster. Your fingers shook under the duress of all the sensations assaulting your nerves but you worked them nonetheless, too lost to the desire.

His moan rumbled through your very being as you tightened uncontrollably around him, teetering just on the edge of bliss.

“Mine.”

That one word was spoken with such conviction and punctuated with absolute abandon, all sanity lost as you seemingly became a means to an end; a prey to claim and fill.

“Mine! All mine,” he snarled against your shoulder, “Give yourself to me, now!”

His hand came to cover yours and joined in the efforts, frantically abusing your sensitive nub until finally it all snapped.

“Ah f-fuck, D-Dark, oh my god!”

Your ruse slipped as his name spilled from your lips, but you couldn’t care less as everything coalesced with a vengeance. The pain, the pleasure, the emotions. It was all worth it as your pleasure drenched your thighs, a sob falling from your lips in debauched relief. Pulse after pulse of ecstasy rocked through your core as he fucked you through your first climax into another, and then another.

Stifled grunt and moans shifted gradually into full blown snarls of bliss as he threw your hands up against the tree, pinning both with one while his other arm wrapped around your waist and held you in place.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Shot after shot of hot cum filled your core, palpable with every throb of his cock, and you couldn’t resist melting back into him. With a final few thrusts, he released your hands only to pull you in close and hold you upright as he turned, putting himself between you and the tree as you both came down from the high.

“Holy hell,” you giggled, head tilting back to look up at him.

Dark gave a little chuckle and cupped your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks and directing you up into a gentle kiss.

“I promised the full experience. Was anything too much?” he asked.

“Mm-mm. It was perfect,” you whispered.

As best as you could in the awkward position, you snuggled back into him and pulled his arms around you.

“You can hunt me any time you want,” you admitted cheekily.

[loomis-maxima]

Maniac.

18+ word count : 2k+ 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔲𝔤𝔲 𝔫𝔦𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔦 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔪𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔴// : 𝔭𝔴𝔭, 𝔡𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔰𝔪𝔲𝔱, 𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔨𝔫𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶, 𝔡𝔯𝔲𝔤/𝔞𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔥𝔬𝔩 𝔲𝔰𝔢, 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔲𝔱 Girls… they were always easy for Niragi, like scared little sheep in the eyes of the big, bad wolf. Easily controlled, the fear making them cave into every twisted want and desire he had.. All except for one. One who wouldn’t bend her will so easily for him, little did he know.. She was just as twisted as him.

Manipulative, cruel, soulless, sadistic and completely remorseless.. They’re just a few words that spring to your mind when you think of Niragi. No doubt he was one of the most, if not the most, criminally insane, sadistic man you have ever crossed paths with, but along with that, the most provocative and sexual men. All the girls at The Beach, feared him, for good reasons, he wouldn’t hesitate to murder, torture, or do other unspeakable things to those who even dared to look at him wrong. You haven’t been at The Beach long, but you quickly learned his reputation. Ever since arriving, you felt his eyes linger longer than they should have, the passing glances and the smirks he would have plastered on his face as he makes one of his usual sexual passing comments at you. You made sure to not let it visibly show how it affected you, you wanted it to be known that he wouldn’t bend you to his will as easily as other girls. If Niragi was gonna play his game, you’d play too, but better. All until one night when you finally gave in. It was a usual night after The Game, the smell of pot in the fresh, crisp Tokyo air, loud music blaring so loud it almost drowned out the loud talking and shouting coming from all those living in the large building. You watched as people drunkenly jumped into the pool and people drank and smoked to their heart's content. You perched on the side of the pool, legs dangling into the cold water, placing the joint into your mouth and inhaling the smoke that slowly passed between your lips, the slight burn of the marijuana feeling like heaven in your lungs, what you didn’t notice was your gaze drifting from the party go-ers to him.. Niragi. You couldn’t help but let your mind slowly drift to things you’ve heard of him do, and things you’ve seen with your own eyes.. At least until you realised that he was staring right back at you as he licked his bottom lip with his usual seductive smirk on his lips, his white and black shirt unbuttoned more than usual but the rifle he always sported was still being slung over his shoulder by one hand, his jet black hair half tied back, the rest effortlessly falling down the nape of his neck. You looked down to divert your eyes, in hopes he didn’t notice you staring as you picked up your beer bottle and quickly finishing the rest of the contents in it, that's when you looked up to see he wasn’t standing where you had just stared him down. The feeling of relief washed over you as you brought the joint back to your lips, at least until you felt a breath on your neck, making your own breath catch in your throat. ‘’You know, you shouldn’t be staring at me. People might get the wrong idea’’ Niragi spoke into your ear, his breathy voice setting a spark off in your gut. Determined to not show how he was affecting you once again, you spoke back ‘’And since when did you care about people getting the wrong idea, Suguru?’’, your voice a stark steady contrast to what you were feeling. ‘’What makes you think you think you can talk to me like that princess?’’ Niragi chuckled, making a heat rise from your cheeks to the tip of your ear. ‘’I never gave you permission to use my last name, did I?’’ he said, almost growling into your ear, just as you were about to speak up again you felt the distinction between the warmth of his tongue along with the cool metal being slowly dragged from the crook of your neck and then along your ear with his breath fanning across the damp area. You could see the image of what he was doing in your mind, the idea of his eyes rolling back into his head as he committed the sinful action was enough for you to let out a low whimper, letting your head fall back, completely losing all composure you once had. He finally won. And that’s how you ended up here, in his room. The one place you would never, admit to him, that you have been hoping that you would end up in. As Niriagi had you lifted, legs wrapped around his waist as he walked to drop you on his bed while kissing you roughly. Your back hit the bed as he dropped you, quickly took off your bikini bottoms and spun your body as if it weighed nothing, making sure to leave space so your head could hang off the edge of the bed. Your heart rate rose upon getting a sense of exactly what he was thinking. As if he could read your mind, he stripped of his clothing and positioned himself, tapping your cheek with his length. The walls you had built up for so long to make sure he couldn’t wrap you around his finger all came crashing down around you as you felt two of his long fingers slowly graze over your clit before roughly shoving them into your dripping heat. Breathing became a little easier once you finally got control of yourself, that is until you felt the bed shift as you felt his weight behind you, spreading your legs to accommodate his frame between them. What you felt next wasn’t what you expected. The feeling of something cold, but sharp being dragged lightly along your spine, sent chills throughout your whole body. Instead of the fear Niragi was expecting from you, the sinful moan escaping your lips at the realisation of him dragging a knife along your warm skin sent him through a loop. ‘’Niragi please..’’ you whined as you attempted to rub your pussy back against him. Niragi let out an amused laugh, ‘’I had a feeling you were different, babygirl’’ he muttered as you felt him remove the knife and pull your waist so your ass was in line with his long, thick cock. The action made you moan loudly as he fucked you with his fingers, with your mouth a gape he took the opportunity to shove his hard member into your mouth. The groan that Niragi let out was almost animalistic, leaving no time for your brain to catch onto what was happening, he continued to fuck you with his long, ring adorned fingers while ramming into your throat, the feeling of the almost asphixiation making you groan around his dick as he fucked your throat harshly, causing vibrations to be sent through his body as he threw his head back in pure ecstasy. ‘’See princess? I knew your pretty little mouth was good for something’’ Niragi panted. Removing his fingers from your slick, you whined as best as you could with your throat full of him at the feeling of being empty, your walls tightening around nothing, until you felt the feeling from before, the cold and warm contrast of his tongue along with his piercing, the only difference this time instead of it being along your ear, it was along your throbbing clit. The new angle Niragi had put himself, now stopped him from using your mouth to just having his dick rammed down your throat and settling there. Your breathing hitched, the feeling of his mouth eating you out mixed with your throat stuffed causing all ability to breathe out the window as you started to choke. Niragi didn’t let up, he continued to continue his attack on your pussy for a little while longer before pulling himself away, and pulling out of your mouth. You spluttered for air as he drew his cock out, still connected to you by a long string of saliva still connected to his length You both knew he had you right where he wanted, submissive and willing to do as he pleased. Niragi smirked looking down on your already limp body before dragging you to the position he wanted. He flipped you onto your stomach, your face in the pillows. Niragi wasted no time in quickly rubbing his length against your wet folds, knowing well what a mess you must have made on his bed. You felt the tip of him being shoved inside you before he quickly and roughly shoved the rest of his dick into you, causing you to let out what almost was a scream due to his size. Without letting you get accommodated to his size, he roughly started fucking into you. You were completely at his will, the unholy sounds both of you made along with the sound of your skin slapping hard. Without slowing down, he tangled one of his large hands in your hair, forcing your head back as he pulled your back flush against his chest. Niragi didn’t let up on the rough grip he had on you as he fucked up into you, the new angle hitting the right spot inside of you which led to you whining loudly and clenching around him. The familiar feeling of the blade returned to your collarbone as he spoke into your ear. ‘’Come on baby, I can feel you clench around me, cum all over my cock babygirl’’ he said, slowly dragging the cool blade along your chest and down the valley of your breast, not making an incision but making sure you can feel that he could, if he so well wanted to. The mix between his rough voice and the pleasure he was giving you, you felt the band snap in your stomach, causing you to shake violently and clenching even more around his cock as he sent you into your first orgasm, the growl he let out made the wave wash over you even more as you leaked cum down his cock and onto the bedding below you. Before you could even arrange your thoughts, he had flipped you onto your back, thrown the  knife away and quickly reinserted his big cock back into your still tight pussy. Niragi went back to abusing your pussy, having no mercy as he fucked roughly into you, wrapping one of his hands around your throat. ‘’Come on, one more. Just one more’’ he spoke, his voice giving away how close to cumming he was. Niragi threw his head back before bringing his other hand harshly on the side of your cheek a couple of times. ‘’Niragi please, please cum inside me’’ you panted, voice strained due to him cutting off some of your oxygen supply. He smirked back at you, ‘’My nasty girl wants me to fill her up? You wanna feel my hot cum in your delicious little pussy?’’ Niragi shoved two fingers into your mouth, the other still wrapped around your throat as you felt his thick cock twitch inside of you. The combined feeling finally triggered another orgasm inside of you, causing you to see stars as your body shook underneath him, triggering his own orgasm. Niragi’s thrusts became harder, but slower, moaning loudly and his hot cum shot into your pussy, the sinful sounds of both of your whines and groans sounding like music to his ear. Once he fucked the orgasm out of both you he stilled, pulling out of you but then quickly shoving his fingers quickly into your pussy, pushing all his cum back into you before roughly railing his fingers inside of you again while bringing his jewelry adorned tongue down to your clit and roughly sucking on it. Looking down at him and squirming from the overstimulation he was giving you. It wasn’t long before another shockwave sent through your body, causing you to squirt all over his fingers and mouth. Niragi sat up, leaning over you and dragging his tongue across his lip looking at you in your eyes. ‘’This is my pussy now, do you hear me? You’re my little toy’’ ─── taglist :  @anongirl007 @mi-han @shinjiyoongi @cuddlymalfoy

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Rayaari headcanon - the little quirks and habits you learn about your partner

(inspired by these lovely anons)

Raya eats her favourite food first, and works backwards in terms of preference, leaving the food she desires least until last. Some people may think this is counterintuitive, but she does this because in the past, she's had experiences where her food has been stolen, or she had to flee the situation before she could eat everything. Slowly over time, she is able to switch this order around, and savour her favourite food at the end.

Namaari has a mild allergy to dragon fruit. As a child, she was very affronted by this fact, wishing to eat the fruit firstly because she liked the flavour, but secondly because it has 'dragon' in the name, and she felt this was very cool. As an adult, she still occasionally sneaks a bite, prepared to deal with a slightly swollen tongue if necessary. However, Raya witnesses her eating some at dinner one time, and forces her to swear never to taste any again, on pain of 'no kisses' otherwise.

Raya chews her fingernails when she is stressed or anxious, to the point that the skin around the nail sometimes bleeds. It's a bad habit that she wishes she could get rid of, but she doesn't even notice she's doing it most of the time. Several months into her relationship with Namaari, she finds the skin around the nails has completely healed. It's a strange enough realization that her brain actually registers the next time she raises her hand to chew on a nail. Namaari is standing next to her, and instantly brushes her hand along Raya's arm until she drops her hand, and entwines their fingers together instead. Her skin welcomes the intervention.

Namaari tucks her hair behind her ear whenever she is nervous or uncomfortable. Occasionally, she even tries to tuck the hair on the shorter side, her fingers brushing against the side of her head ineffectively. There are only two scenarios where Raya has witnessed Namaari consciously avoiding this 'tell': political meetings where she dons a mask of perfect competency and confidence, and during highly competitive games they play against each other. During the early flirting stage of their relationship, Raya makes it into a private game to mentally count the number of times Namaari tucks her hair behind her ears when she tries to compliment Raya.

Raya cannot sit still. She's a person of action, and much prefers to be moving around doing something...anything. Whenever she does have to sit through long, boring meetings, she still finds her leg jiggling slightly in anxiety, or her fingers drumming a random beat against her forearm. The only time she finds herself completely relaxing into stillness is when she curls up next to Namaari, emitting a deep breath and allowing her head to drop onto her girlfriend's shoulder.

Namaari conversely is very composed during the day, with the ability to sit through Council meetings as if they are easy sprints of conversation rather than long marathons of arguments, despite her own preferences of being outside and active. At night however, she struggles to lie still. It takes her a long time to relax in bed, usually helped along by the soft kisses Raya drops onto her shoulder. During the night she often tosses and turns, finding herself in a completely different position in the morning than when she fell asleep. The only time she will sleep in one position for a long time is when Raya snuggles up behind her, throwing an arm tight across her waist.

Raya has the tendency to crack her knuckles and toe joints, mostly without her being consciously aware. Namaari notices however, and the noise sometimes drives her crazy, especially when she is trying to concentrate on finishing up paperwork duties. Whenever she frowns across at Raya however, the other girl simply smiles back at her, clueless to her annoyance, and Namaari forgives silently and instantly.

Namaari is efficient and conscientious when fulfilling all expectations of a Princess, and she carries out out her duties promptly. However, whenever she has tasks she needs to do for her own benefit, rather than those that impact others, she procrastinates. Raya finds herself being annoyed, despite Namaari being the worst impacted if these tasks don't get completed - or perhaps because of this fact. She discovers gentle reminders work better than harassing Namaari however, and lets go of the rest of the annoyance.

Raya suffers from claustrophobia. She isn't sure why - this isn't even a fear she learnt from her six years alone, but rather something she has suffered since a toddler. She finds it frustrating to fear something so irrational as enclosed spaces, but finds the anxiety is significantly easier to deal with if the enclosed space has Namaari pressed up against her her whole body, and her lips otherwise occupied.

If they are in the same general area as each other, Namaari always requires Raya to say goodbye if she is leaving for any long period of time - even if it is simply for a couple of hours out on patrol. She doesn't have the same urge if she herself is the one to leave, but Raya learns that her father passed away while out on a mission - and little Namaari never got a chance to say goodbye. So now, Raya gives her a kiss and a quick 'goodbye' whenever she leaves, and Namaari is always waiting to greet her on her return.

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Promise (Boba Fett x Reader Smut)

Request:  Hello! I was unsure if you were still taking requests, but I was wondering if you could write a Boba x reader fic where they make a bet to see if reader would last a night as a his “bounty”. Kind of like a primal kink thing? 😅 Your writing is so amazing thank you so much for the Din and Boba content! ♥️

Requested By: @xothra

Word Count: 5,797

Warnings: SMUT! If you are under 18, DO NOT INTERACT! Primal kink, hunting (?) kink, slight bondage, fingering, spanking, PinV sex, strong language, a hint of fluff?

A/N: I am a whore for Boba. That is all. **gif cred to @humanveil!**

MASTERLIST

“Right there,” Boba groaned, jaw clenched tight. Pain radiated through his back, his muscles tight and tense from the stressful life he lived as a bounty hunter-turned-kingpin. “Fuck, your hands are like magic, princess.”

“Kriff, Boba, what did you do?” your hands moved down his back, fingers prodding the sore muscles. You shuffled down his body before sitting on the back of his thighs. Boba had come home from a long hunt, complaining about how his back was hurting. He never complained, so you knew he wasn’t feeling well when he collapsed on your shared bed within his chambers. His beskar armor and shirt was already stripped from his body, revealing the tight muscles that were colored with bruises, some fading and some new. When you offered him a back massage, he quickly nodded and turned over on his stomach. His muscles were extremely tense under your fingers as you tried to massage the tension away. 

“Dunno,” he mumbled into the pillow, eyes screwing tight at both pleasure and pain. Your fingers were cool against his back, a welcomed comfort after a long day. He barely registered your weight when you sat back on his thighs, too encompassed in your soothing touch. “One moment I was chasing after the quarry and the next my back was killing me.”

“Maybe you should take a break,” you rubbed soothing circles into the dip of his back. “Lay low for a while, let Fennec take over the hunting.”

“You saying I’m too slow, princess?” Boba quipped underneath you, turning his head to the side so you could hear him more clearly. “That I’m getting too old for this?”

“Never, Boba,” you smirked to yourself before leaning down and pressing your lips between his shoulder blades. He shivered under your touch and let out a small sigh. “All I’m saying is that maybe you don’t have to hunt anymore. Let some other bounty hunter chase after your enemies.”

“You do think I’m old.” Boba huffed, turning under you so he could see your face. You settled down over his hips and ran your hands up his stomach, stopping to play with the light sprinkling of hair on his chest. 

“Well...” your words trailed off, bottom lip catching between your teeth. Boba had a tough life- much tougher than most. Bounty hunting was never an easy profession for anyone, and it certainly wasn’t kind to him. Working for crime lords was always dangerous, especially one that owned a rancor and sarlacc. Life didn’t get any easier for Boba after he crawled out of the pit- it took him years to regain his strength and armor. Only recently have things started going his way, what with finding you and performing a successful coup. He shouldn’t have to work anymore, he deserves to relax and rule the Outer Rim with you by his side. “Why not relax and take a little break from hunting. Rest up until you’re feeling better, and then you can get back to chasing down quarries.”

“I am perfectly capable of hunting right now,” he playfully glared at you. Smiling, you ran your hands further up his body, cupping his jaw. Your body followed your hands and you leaned over him, nose brushing his.

“Darling,” you placed a soft peck to the corner of his mouth. “You couldn’t catch me if I ran out that door right now.”

Your mouth on his skin was distracting, but he still caught your words. “I could too!” Boba gripped your hips suddenly and flipped the two of you over so that he was now on top. He tried to ignore the slight pain that still radiated from his back. “You wouldn’t even make a mile outside the palace gates before I caught up to you. And that’s being generous.”

“Is that a challenge, old man?” you teased, teeth nipping down his jaw and neck. “I bet it would take you longer than a day to find me.”

“Oh really?” Boba couldn’t help the small smile that slipped onto his lips. He loved the playful banter the two of you sometimes shared. It always led to you in his bed, trapped between the mattress and him for hours on end. “What do I get if I win?”

It was Boba’s turn to tease you now and his lips started to trail down your neck. He stopped right over your jugular, sucking a dark spot on the soft skin. You tried to hold back the breathy moans that threatened to spill from your lips. “If you win, you could do whatever you want to me for a day.”

“I’m going to need a little more than that, princess,” he smirked against your skin. “What’s stopping me from taking what I want from you right now since you’re already under me?”

“Fine,” you relented. “A week.” If he won, it’s not like you were actually losing anything. A week filled with Boba doing whatever he pleased to you left you wet and needy beneath him.

“That’s more like it,” Boba growled before he pressed his lips against yours in a searing kiss. He wasted no time before he licked into your mouth, moaning as he forced you into submission. 

“But,” you broke off the kiss, chest heaving. “If I win, you need to take a break from hunting. A real break.” 

“You’ve got yourself a deal, princess,” he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently. “I’ll have you back in my bed before the suns are down tomorrow. Then the real fun will begin.”

“Not if you can’t catch me, old man,” you winked before pulling his lips back to yours. 

Tomorrow, the hunt will begin.

___

“You can just forfeit now,” Boba hummed against your neck, pulling you tightly against his chest. It was the next morning and you were grabbing last minute items to throw in your satchel. You had everything a girl running from her bounty hunter lover could need- credits, food, change of clothes, and your blaster. “I won’t hold it against you. I’ll still uphold my end of the bargain and keep you in my bed for a week.”

You’ve never rolled your eyes harder than you did in that moment. “You know,” you turned in his hold and looked up at your lover. He was dressed in his armor except for his green helmet, ready to hunt you down and take what was his. “You’re awfully cocky for an old man. Aren’t you supposed to be done with such childish things?”

“Ha-ha,” he rolled his eyes. Boba brought a gloved hand to your face, gently cupping your cheek. The mischief in his eyes was replaced with seriousness. “Be careful, princess. Check in with me every few hours so I know you’re okay.”

“I will,” you turned your face into his palm, kissing the worn leather. “I’ll miss you.”

“Don’t worry, little one,” he glided his thumb over your cheek bone. “We’ll be back together before the suns set.”

“I think you’re underestimating my ability,” you placed a light kiss on his lips and pulled away before you could get lost in his touch. “I learned from the best, after all.” You started towards the large palace doors, satchel over your shoulder. The large doors opened with a creak. Excitement and adrenaline pumped through your veins. You’ve never been on the run before, but the thrill of Boba tracking and hunting you down was electrifying. Realistically, you knew Boba would find you fast on the desolate planet of Tatooine. The only advantage you had was that Fennec was driving you to Mos Eisley where you could hide more easily in the busy city. An enormous disadvantage you had though was that Boba knew where you were going. Even if you tried your hardest, you knew you couldn’t run away from Boba and keep him off your trail for long. Eventually, the skilled bounty hunter would find you and claim his prize; most likely before the end of the night. Joining Fennec on the speeder, you waved back at your lover before you sped away from the palace, wind whipping through your hair.

___

Mos Eisley was crowded with people. Shop owners were selling their various goods, hollering to potential customers to come view their wares. Food carts were everywhere and gamblers sat at their tables, playing sabacc and dice. Only a few fights broke out amongst people, but for the most part their shouting and yelling was drowned out by the din of the busy, sandy streets.

Fennec had dropped you off at one of the cantinas before speeding off on the bike. While she was a master of disguise and able to blend in plain sight, the news of Boba’s successful coup had spread and Fennec Shand’s name was in every vagrant’s mouth. She preferred to remain as inconspicuous as possible.

You had no idea where you should go or start. While you had teased Boba that you would be able to outwit him and that he wouldn’t be able to catch you, you realized that maybe you were in over your head. I mean, how were you supposed to outwit and win against the best bounty hunter in the galaxy? It wasn’t a title that he just gave himself, he rightfully earned it. Boba Fett was infamous- everyone knew who he was.

And you were supposed to be running from him.

Okay, yeah, you were screwed. But you couldn’t think like that right now- you had to think quickly and try to evade Boba for as long as you could. You weren’t doing this for yourself, you were doing this for Boba. He was pushing himself too hard lately, running the crime underworld while simultaneously hunting down his enemies. He deserved to have some fun. You knew he would love this- hunting you down like prey. It played perfectly into the fantasies that lived in his head. While he never voiced them to you, you never forgot the glint in his eyes when he first tied you up. It was only natural that desire fed into this one.

This was for Boba. And you were going to give him one hell of a hunt.

Your eyes scanned the streets of Mos Eisley, trying to think through and reason what would be the best course to take. Originally, you thought losing yourself in the bustling bazaar would be the best idea until you realized that’s exactly what Boba would expect you to do. You had to do better than that, you had to do what Boba would do. Maybe if you thought and moved like him, you could evade him long enough.

Deciding that standing in one spot wasn’t the best option, you started to move your way through the crowd. Your eyes searched high and low for possible hiding places. Boba would expect you to stay in town where you were familiar with your surroundings. When you saw the dewback nestled in a stable, you almost spent all of your credits on the beast. Going out into the dunes wasn’t a good idea, though. Tusken raiders have been moving a lot more than usual in the desert and it would be your luck to get caught by them. Passing by the giant green lizard, you patted its head and sighed. Another time, buddy.

You hadn’t been out to the town in some time. Things had changed in the central hub of Tatooine. While there were always going to be thieves and bandits and vagrants roaming the city, things seemed... more calm. People weren’t scurrying away from each other like they used to, afraid that someone would do them harm. They smiled more, talked with their neighbors instead of hiding their faces. You had never seen Tatooine actually, well, thriving since you arrived on the desolate planet. While you hadn’t resided here for long, you remembered how bad things were when Bib Fortuna ruled the area. Being out amongst the people of Tatooine made you realize that it was because of Boba that things were better. Yes, he was a crime kingpin, and yes, he knew how to be ruthless; but the people were so much better off with him in the Hutt palace than they’ve been in centuries. The thought made pride swell up in your chest. Your Boba was making this shithole of a planet just a little bit better.

“Do you miss me, pretty girl?” Boba’s gravely voice sounded over the commlink, startling you and the dewback you were still petting. Fumbling for the comm, your hands were shaking just from hearing his voice, you brought it up to your lips.

“Not at all,” you tried to sound nonchalant and not like he just scared the shit out of you. “Haven’t been to town in a while, it’s nice.”

“Well I miss you, princess,” his voice made your knees weak. He was far away from you, yet just the timbre of his words made you needy. “It’s only been a few hours but my cock is already throbbing with how much I need you.”

“Boba,” you scolded, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as onlookers gave you a look. They had heard him, of course. “You can’t... say those things right now.”

“Why?” he chuckled. “Did someone hear? Are you still in the bazaar?”

“Uh, no.” Shit, you were bad at lying to him.

“So you are in the bazaar,” you could visualize the smirk that you knew was on his face. “Mind picking me up some of those berries you love so much? I love the way they make your lips taste.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that, so you stayed quiet. Giving the dewback one last pat, you rejoined the busy crowd. Boba was getting closer to Mos Eisley and you didn’t have much time to find a good hiding space. You had to think fast.

“What, you’re not talking to me now?”

“I’m not not talking to you.” Switching the commlink to run through the small earpiece lodged in your ear, you noticed a small inn on the corner of the busy street. Maybe that would be a good place to lay low?

“Okay, then just listen, princess,” his voice was rough and made you whimper. You could feel how wet your underwear was becoming just from his voice alone. Good thing you thought of switching the audio of the commlink to your ear or else everyone would hear the filthy words Boba muttered. “When I catch you, and I will catch you, I’m going to tie you up and take you right then and there. I don’t care if anyone is around us, I’m going to make you scream and beg for my cock so everyone knows who you belong to.”

You had to find a hiding place and fast. Just hearing his words was making you soak through your underwear and you needed to get away from this crowd of people. “Promise?”

“Oh, I promise, sweet thing.” you were certain that he had a sly smile on his face under the helmet. “I’ll find you before the suns go down and claim my bounty. You’ll be the sweetest reward I ever get.”

You didn’t care if you lost the bet. Moving towards the small inn, you glanced down at your watch, noting the time. “You’ve got 5 hours until they set. Come and get me, Fett.”

“With pleasure.”

___

The inn was your best option in the small city so you purchased a room. Boba was just now leaving the palace, ready to start his hunt. While it wouldn’t be much of a hunt for him (you were too easy of prey), you were certain he would love his reward. The room was small, sandstone walls that held little to know decorations. There was a bed with simple colored sheets and a small bathroom attached. It would be enough for what you had planned for your hunter. 

You got to work.

When you were packing your bags this morning, you made a big show of grabbing only the necessities. Boba was trailing behind you the entire morning, his hands never left your waist. He was constantly trying to convince you to stay home with him and to give up the bet, but you didn’t fall into the temptation. You knew he would absolutely love hunting you, even if he never said it. Besides, you wanted to give him a real treat for when he finally caught you. Before she picked you up, Fennec had gone back to your chambers and collected the black bag with the items you had packed away while Boba was still asleep. That black bag now sat on the bed.

The satchel held what you needed for tonight. Candles, ropes, a brand new lingerie set you knew Boba would rip to shreds once he saw you in it. The black lace was beautiful and soft. Just imagining the look on Boba’s face when he sees you in it made desire pool low in your stomach.

You still had a few hours until you were sure he would find you. Fennec was nice enough to lay down a false trail to make things more exciting for Boba. What a nice lady when she actually wanted to be nice. You moved to the fresher and began to peel the clothes from your body. Even though you weren’t physically running from Boba, the day spent wandering through the streets of Mos Eisley left a thin layer of grime coating your skin. You wanted to be nice and clean for when Boba finally caught you. Turning the fresher on, excitement settled in your bones at the prospect of tonight.

___

Boba Fett had been on the hunt all day. The twin suns of Tatooine were moving low in the horizon. Sunset would be within the next hour.

Good thing Boba had already found you.

Once he realized Fennec had laid down a false trail for you, it was easy for Boba to find your real trail through Mos Eisley. Hishelmet allowed him to see your footprints in the sandy streets. He followed your every move, placing himself in your steps and lived out your day hours later. He noticed that you had stopped at the stables for some time, and when Boba asked the stablemaster about you, he learned that you spent a good part of your day petting the dewback the man owned. His heart thumped at the thought of you petting the great beast. Boba knew you used to have pets and that you missed caring for your animals dearly. He would have to get you one soon.

The suns were just starting to fall behind the sandy dunes of Tatooine when Boba arrived at the small inn. After tossing a few credits to the owner, he learned which room you were staying in. Boba could feel the excitement build up inside of him, just like it did when he was close to his other quarries. Stopping in front of your door, his cock throbbed painfully in his trousers at what would happen when he caught you. Boba didn’t wait a moment longer before turning the handle.

The room was dark, save for a few flickering candles that were scattered throughout the room. His visor easily switched into night vision to allow him to see, but he wanted to experience this with his own eyes. Lifting the helmet, Boba’s eyes rested on your figure and his cock jumped at what he saw.

You were lounging on the bed, scantily clad in black lace that barely left anything to the imagination. His eyes roamed up your body and admired the lace that hugged your curves perfectly. When he got to your chest, he noted that a small carton of berries rested on top of your cleavage and that you were lazily bringing the ripe fruit to your lips. Boba wanted to reach out and feel those lips on his own and taste the tartness of the fruit.

“Bout’ time, Fett,” you fished around in the carton before you found a particularly ripe berry and popped it into your mouth. “Was thinking you’d never find me.”

“I’ll always find you, princess,” his voice rumbled through his chest. “Looks like I found you before the suns set, too.” Boba nodded towards the small window, pointing out the setting suns. “I win.”

Picking up another fruit, you brought it to your mouth and bit it slowly, the juice spilling out and running down your chin and chest. You gave Boba a seductive grin. “Come and get your prize, my king.”

Boba’s eyes visibly darkened with lust and a growl sounded from his chest. His strides were long and quickly closed the distance between the two of you. Scrambling on top of the bed, he moved the carton of berries over on the side table. Boba dropped his head to your chest and ran his tongue over your breasts, licking the sweet juice off of you. A breathless moan left your mouth and your chest arched into his touch. His hands were rough as they grabbed at your wrists, bringing them up and above your head. Boba reached for the cuffs attached to his belt and snapped them into place around your wrists. He had you now.

“You thought you could run away from me, huh?” his voice was deep and gravely, sending waves of desire south. Boba grabbed the rope you had set aside on the table and tied your already cuffed wrists to the headboard. “Thought that you could outsmart me?”

His leather-clad hand trailed up your chest and settled at the base of your neck. When you didn’t answer, his fingers wrapped around your throat and gave it a slight squeeze- not enough pressure to cut off your air, just enough to slightly restrict your blood flow. “Answer me, girl.”

“No!” you gasped. Boba would never hurt you, you knew this, and this whole scenario was just pretend- all for Boba. That didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy it too, though. You easily slid into your role. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

Boba hummed at your apology and released his grip on your throat. Air flooded into your lungs. Before he returned to touching you, Boba brought his hand to your lips. “Bite,” was all he said, and he nudged the soft leather between your teeth. You pulled off his gloves with your teeth before letting them fall to the bed. He returned his hands to your body, his warm skin sending shivers down your spine. His fingers were calloused, weathered from years of fighting. Hands moving to your breasts, Boba took them in his hands and gave them a squeeze. 

“Fuck, you look so good, princess,” Boba moaned at the soft feeling of your breasts in lace. Pulling down the lace cups, he released the soft flesh. He brought his head down and licked at one of your pert nipples, hand massaging the other. His mouth was warm over the sensitive skin and it felt delicious. He rolled his tongue over the bud before giving it a slight nip. A sharp gasp escaped your mouth and Boba chuckled. “Easy there, little one.”

You couldn’t help but whimper when Boba’s mouth switched to your other breast. His hand traveled down past your navel and cupped your warm pussy. “Look at this bounty,” he growled into your skin. His forefinger slid your black panties to the side and into your wet folds. “So wet, and all for me.”

“Yes,” you whined when his finger slipped past your tight entrance. He slowly pumped his thick finger in and out of your pussy, his lips trailing over your breasts while leaving marks across your chest. The rough pad of his finger brushed against the small bundle of nerves inside and your back arched at the sensation. “All yours! Fuck, Boba, please, I need you inside of me.”

Heading your pleading, Boba pulled his finger from inside of your cunt. You missed the feeling of being full by his fingers- he had barely touched you and you already started to feel the frustration tear up in your eyes. He didn’t pull his finger fully away- thank the Maker- instead, he began to circle your clit slowly.

“You need me, princess?” Boba nuzzled his face against your neck, nipping at the skin over pulse point. “Hmm? Need my cock inside that pretty little pussy?”

“Yes,” you moaned. You couldn’t take these teasing touches anymore. Pulling at your restraints to reach for him, you learned that there was no way you were getting out of those without help. “Please.”

“I don’t think you deserve it.” he pulled his hand away from your aching pussy, completely. Now the tears really started to well up. You tried to show him how much you needed him through the look you gave him. “Good girls don’t run away.”

“Boba, I’m sorry, I-“ you were cut off by your own yelp of pain when he brought his hand down on your ass. The pain turned to pleasure when he started to rub soothing circles into the reddened skin.

“Good girls listen to what they’re told,” Boba grabbed at your hips and flipped you over onto your stomach. The rope attached to your cuffs and the headboard tightened with the torque of you flipping. His fingers gripped the thin fabric of your panties and pulled- torn fabric falling to the bed. Boba’s hand came down on your ass again before rubbing the flesh. “Are you going to listen, princess?”

“Yes, I’ll listen- I’ll be good!” you cried into the pillow your face was buried in. You could feel his hands massaging your ass cheeks, playing with the pillowy flesh. Arching your back, you pushed your ass back into his hands, displaying your sopping pussy for him.

“Good,” Boba praised while taking his hands away from you. You almost whined out again when he removed his hands from you, but when you heard the zipper of his pants being pulled down, you relaxed and arched your back more. Boba took his hardened cock in his hand and brought it to your soaking pussy, rubbing the hot head through your folds. He kept running it through your slick, gathering as much of your arousal as he could. The tip of his cock brushed against your clit and you let out a breathy moan.

“Boba, please,” you moaned into the pillow. He was teasing you- he knew this, and he made sure that you sure as hell knew it. He kept brushing it over your clit, holding it there for a second- the pressure was delicious- before dragging it back down to your entrance. It was tantalizing- agonizing.

“Don’t worry, princess,” Boba chuckled at your begging. He notched the head of his cock at your entrance and pushed in. “I’ll put on a good show.”

The feeling of Boba splitting you open was something you’d never forget. No matter how many times the two of you had been together, you never got used to his size. It was both painful and pleasurable during that first thrust of his hips. His cock stretched your velvety walls almost to their breaking point. Pain dissolved into pleasure as he fully sheathed his cock inside of your dripping pussy. You couldn’t help the cry that fell from your lips- you were just so full.

Boba’s grip on your hips tightened when he started to thrust into you, setting a bruising pace. Moans of pleasure slipped past your lips and landed on the pillow. You tugged on the restraints, trying to ground yourself from the intoxicating pleasure. Boba’s hips snapped against your ass and the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin reverberated off the sandstone walls.

“Fuck, princess,” Boba’s arms wrapped tight around your waist, tugging your hips back in time with his thrusts. You were so tight around him- a vice in the best way possible- squeezing him just right. Boba dropped his mouth to your back, kissing and biting marks against your skin between his grunts of pleasure. His hands roamed up your stomach to your breasts, cupping them with a squeeze. The black lace was still in the way, keeping your soft skin out of reach. He made quick work of the thin lace and the ruined material joined the tattered pieces of your underwear. You were completely bare before him now and Boba growled at the sight- you were breathtaking. “So-so good, so beautiful.”

Boba’s name was constantly falling from your lips. Each brush of his hard cock against your velvety walls brought you more and more pleasure. It pooled low in your stomach and spread through your veins. “Wa-want to t-touch you.”

Boba didn’t reply, instead he reached above you for your restraints. He made quick work of your bindings and soon enough you were free. Boba wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you back against him. The cool beskar of his cuirass dug into your back and imprinted its shape into your skin. Boba dropped his head to your shoulder and nuzzled his face into your neck. Hands roamed up your stomach and cupped your breasts. His large hands pushed and pulled at the soft flesh, pinched your peaked nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. At this new angle, Boba’s cock brushed against that bundle of nerves inside of you.

“You’re mine,” Boba growled into your neck, nipping and kissing purple marks into your skin. His teeth sank into the junction of your neck and jaw, tongue swiping over the fresh mark. All you could do was nod and moan in agreement- he kept pounding into you at just the right angle that was making you see stars. His hands kept roaming over your body, kneading whatever skin he could get a hold of. Your arms were reaching up and behind you, holding his head against you so his lips never left your skin.

"Fuck, you feel so good, princess,” Boba moaned against your neck, lips trailing up to your ear. His hot breath fanned over the shell of your ear. “Do you feel that, baby?” Boba grabbed one of your hands that was holding his head to your skin and dragged it down your body before resting over your stomach. His large hand rested over yours and pressed it into your skin. “Do you feel my cock deep in your stomach, little one?”

You did. The feeling of his cock pushing deep inside of you made your stomach bulge out slightly. The feeling of Boba using you to reach his high drove you to your own.

“Boba, I-” you were cut off by your own moan. His cock kept brushing against the bundle of nerves inside of you. It was driving you crazy.

“I know, princess,” Boba nipped at your ear, growling out your name. “Come for me, little one.” The arm around your waist pulled you tighter against him while the other trailed down your stomach to where he was pounding into you. The rough pads of his fingers dropped down to your clit and began to rub quick circles into it. “Come all over my cock.”

His words in addition to the motions of his fingers and thrust of his cock inside of you made the metaphorical dam inside of you break under the pleasure of it all. Your orgasm spilled over and flooded your veins, waves of pleasure wracking your body. The feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him drove Boba closer to his own high.

“Fuck, princess,” Boba moaned lowly in your ear whilst pulling out of you quickly. You missed the feeling of being full of his cock but before you could whine out a complaint, Boba was flipping you over onto your back. He grabbed your ankles and tugged you to the edge of the bed, wrapping your legs around his waist. Boba dropped his forehead to yours and his hot breath fanned over your face. He pressed a searing kiss to your lips and drank in your breathless moans. The feeling of him pounding into you was almost too much- you were so sensitive from your previous orgasm. “You take me so well.”

“Come inside of me, Boba,” you bit down on his bottom lip and he growled. “Fill me up.”

“Fu-fuck, princess!” his hips stuttered against you as his balls pulled up tightly. He ground his cock inside of you and he came hard, his cum painting your walls. The warmth of his seed and the throbbing of his cock sent you over the edge again. Your nails trailed down his muscular back, leaving angry red marks over his tan skin. Boba settled inside of you and moaned your name against your soft lips. He trailed kisses over your face, lightly kissing your chin, cheeks, nose, eyelids, before placing a final one to your forehead. Hands came up to cradle your face and he placed another kiss to your hairline. 

“You did so well for me, little one.” Boba nuzzled his face into your hair and tucked your head under his chin. He rolled onto his back and pulled you on top of him. His beskar armor was cold against your skin but you didn’t care. Boba’s arms were around you and his cock was still buried inside of you. He placed another kiss on your hairline. “Sorry if I was a little rough with you.”

You placed a kiss to his green cuirass. “I didn’t mind. I like it when you get a little rough.��� Boba chuckled underneath you and he brought his hand to your hair, combing through the tangles. “Though, I’m not sure my outfit liked it.”

“Sorry,” he laughed. “I’ll buy you a new one. Any color you want.”

“Hmm...” you hummed in contemplation, trailing your finger over his armor. “Maybe a dark green one? With red accents? I’d like to match your armor- maybe even wear your helmet while you fuck me.”

His cock twitched inside of you at your words. “Don’t make any promises you can’t keep, little one.”

“Oh, that’s a promise I fully intend to keep,” you leaned up and pulled him into another kiss. You pulled his bottom lip between your teeth, biting gently. “Just like I intend to uphold our bet.”

“I can’t wait to take you on every surface of the palace,” he pulled you into another kiss, licking into your mouth. “I bet I can make you come so much that you won’t be able to walk straight for weeks.”

“Is that a challenge, Fett?” your hips shifted slightly, his cock hardening inside of you. 

“It’s a promise.”

[rocorambles]

Mending the Cracks

Pairing: Daishou x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Choking, Spitting, DDLG, Degradation, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation

Summary: Daishuo prides himself on his cool and collected facade, his ability to not let anyone see past his polite and put together appearances unless he wishes them to. But Kuroo has always had a special talent for getting under his skin and now it’s your turn to help mend the cracks the messy haired captain has accidentally created.  

OR

Roco once again turns a request that should have been just a rough jealous angry spicy PWP fic into a whole angst/fluff/comfort fic WITH rough jealous angry spice~

Your heart sinks as the referee blows the whistle signifying the end of the game, pride and disappointment swirling in a confusing mixture inside of you as you rush to your feet, already making your way out of the stands and towards the locker rooms. It had been a good game, a great game, one Nohebi should be proud of regardless of the end result, that Daishou should be proud of. Yet, you know that’s the farthest thing from what any of the boys are thinking of as they dejectedly shake hands with Nekoma, another chance of Nationals taken right from underneath their noses, Daishou’s last chance of Nationals gone, just like that. 

You should be paying more attention to your surroundings, especially in such a crowded building with masses of spectators and athletes, but you’re too focused on rushing to your boyfriend as fast as you can, barely dodging the crowds and receiving more than a few dirty looks from people you accidentally bump into in your haste. But it doesn’t matter. All that matters is comforting your lover, being there for him and reminding him that he’s still the most amazing person you know regardless of how one game went. And determinedly you quickly hook around the corner of the hall, only to yelp when you crash into something firm, the impact making you stagger back. 

Mortification rushes through you once your body steadies itself and you fumble for words, stuttering out apologies when you realize what, or more specifically who, you’ve run into, practically diving to pick up the knee pads the other has dropped because of your carelessness. You can barely bring yourself to look up at the other person’s face, already cringing at the look of irritation you know you’ll receive (and frankly, deserve). But it’s the polite thing to do and your eyes slowly travel up and up a long, lean frame, only to blink in surprise when you see the amused smile on a handsome cat-like face as he plucks his knee pads from your hands. 

He looks...familiar and you take a second to appraise him, eyes widening in shock when you recognize the Nekoma uniform and, emboldened by his lack of annoyance, you shyly smile, politely congratulate him on his team’s win and earning their ticket to Nationals. 

You’re secretly glad your boyfriend is nowhere in sight, already knowing how childishly competitive he can get, especially where Nekoma is concerned. And you know he’d throw a fit if he saw you “consorting with the enemy”. But it’s the least you can do after running the poor guy over. Plus, Daishou really only has an issue with one person on the team and what are the chances that this athlete is…

“Oya? It’s not everyday someone decides to literally run me over. Nice to meet you. I’m Kuroo Tetsurou.” 

Crap. 

You pray to anyone who’s listening that Daishou doesn’t walk in on this scene, can only imagine how bad it would look to be caught chatting with Kuroo Tetsurou of all people only minutes after Nekoma had swiped Nohebi’s chances of Nationals away from them, even before you’ve talked to your own boyfriend. 

But when it rains it pours and unknown to you, narrowed eyes scowl at the both of you from down the hallway. 

If Daishou’s honest, the outcome of the match isn’t surprising. Nekoma has always been a stronger team than Nohebi, as aggravating as it is to admit. But it doesn’t make the loss any easier and he knows he’s just looking for a reason to pick a fight when annoyance curls inside of him at how quietly and respectfully Kuroo shakes his hand, not a hint of the other’s usual provoking or teasing after the match is over. He knows it’s out of sportsmanship, but he can’t help but believe he sees his own self-pity reflected in those feline eyes. And he storms out before he accidentally makes a scene, mustering every last bit of his snake-like charm to plaster a smile on his face and force out some pleasantries and kind words to his team, all the while wanting nothing more than to rush into your arms and lock himself away as he comes to terms with his dreams being dashed. 

So imagine the stomach sinking shock he feels as he rounds the corner in his search of you, only to stare in disbelief as you smile up at literally the only person in this entire building who he’d rather you not ever meet, the person who led the team that had just crushed his team’s hopes, seemingly in no hurry to excuse yourself. 

Shock makes way for hot fiery fury fueled by jealousy and insecurity and before he can fully register what he’s doing, he’s storming towards you, startling both of you when he suddenly cuts in between, rigid and stiff with hostility and anger as he shoves his face mere inches away from Kuroo’s surprised one. 

It’s startling to say the least to have his view of you suddenly replaced by a larger figure and Kuroo instinctively steps back, uncertainty filling him when he sees heavy shadows of pure unadulterated ill-intent in Daishou’s eyes.

Interactions with the Nohebi captain are always playful, even if the stinging words aren’t always exactly lighthearted and Kuroo enjoys their bantering and rivalry underscored by respect for each other that both captains would die before admitting to. But this...this is different and Kuroo can’t help but think that somehow they’ve accidentally crossed the line to a point of no return, that something terrible is on the verge of happening, jaw instinctively tightening and fists clenching in self-defense.  

“Winning wasn’t enough for you, so now you’re trying to rub more salt in my wounds by hitting on my girl?” 

Oh. OH. 

Kuroo KNEW you looked familiar, unsure where to place you, but it all makes sense as his brain quickly puts the pieces together, frantically working under pressure as the snake in front of him rattles his tail and hisses. You’re the new girlfriend he’s seen in all of Daishou’s social media posts recently. And suddenly it’s his turn to fumble over words as he tries to calm the furious athlete in front of him, desperately trying to find a way to de escalate the situation without having to resort to anything physical, trying to reassure the other captain that it’s not what it looks like, wincing at how cliche that phrase sounds. 

You’re frozen as you watch the taller man continue stammering explanations, stunned by the feral aura radiating from your boyfriend, unsure what’s the best way to approach the situation without exacerbating the issue. But when you see Daishou take a step forward, your hands fly to the back of his jersey, harshly tugging at the fabric in a bid to drag him away from Kuroo, to keep him from doing something stupid that he’d regret. 

You wonder if you did the right thing as you cower when he whirls around to face you, pinning you down with a practically murderous gaze. But then you see it, underneath the blazing fires of his eyes, the vulnerable insecurities he keeps so deeply hidden within him, that he’d shared about to you in full confidence, raring back to life and tearing him up inside. 

Am I not good enough?

The question is unspoken, but you hear it clear as day and you want to scream at him, touch him, anything to wipe away the torment in his gaze. No, you're more than good enough. So much more. And despite the way you feel like a tiny mouse about to be swallowed whole, you easily let him drag you away, mindlessly following him and lacing your fingers with his bone crushing grip. 

It's silent as you scramble to keep up with his determined pace, clutching at his arm and pressing against his side in quiet obedient comfort, a reminder that you're with him every step of the way, out of your own desire and love for him. And although his countenance remains stony, your heart swells when he instinctively leans into your touch, the dark fog around him lightening just a bit. 

Not a word is said even as he locks his bedroom door behind the two of you, even as he pulls you onto his bed, wrapping his body tightly around you not unlike the creature he's nicknamed after. 

And you let him, ignoring the discomfort you feel as he constricts your body too tightly to be comforting, murmuring how amazing he was on the court, what a respected captain he is, how you know there's still so many opportunities for him in life, volleyball, anything he wants even if Nationals wasn't his fate. 

But when he remains silent, you nervously take a deep breath, knowing it's time to address the elephant in the room. 

"Suguru, you know I love you, right? I only have eyes for you and no one else. Kuroo-"

You squeal in surprise when you're suddenly pinned to the bed by a toned body, gasping when a hand wraps around your throat rendering you silent, whimpering at the venomous look staring down at you. 

"Don't say his fucking name, especially when you're in bed with me." 

But you need to explain! Need to clear the air! And you desperately claw at his hand digging into your neck, struggling to force words out, only to moan when lips crash down on yours, a tongue slithering inside of your mouth and ravishing you, fangs harshly nipping at your lips in a warning to remain silent and pliant. 

You pant for breath when he finally pulls away, trying to reach up and cradle his face in your hands, keep him still as you explain everything to him. But your efforts are futile and you moan when he promptly spits in your mouth the second you try to open your mouth to speak, body instinctively grinding against his when the hand on your throat tightens once again, mind busy trying to obediently keep his saliva in your mouth while simultaneously breathing through your constricted airway. 

"Not a single word from you unless it's about me and how good I'm making you feel, understood? Swallow." 

Daishou trained you well and you're quick to gulp down the pooled liquid in your mouth, baring your neck in submission as his lips and teeth possessively mark the expanse of your neck, sucking and biting marks you know you'll be proudly wearing for days afterwards, traveling down and down as your clothes are pulled off and haphazardly thrown away. 

The room fills with breathy moans and sighs as you let him have you, let him mark every inch of you, relishing in the slight twinges of pain you feel when teeth sink in too deep, when lips suck too hard all over your collarbones, the valley between your breasts, your rib cage. But you wail when he deems you sufficiently marked, a hot wet mouth wrapping around one of your nipples, fingers harshly twisting and pulling the other. 

"DADDY!"

Pride soars inside of Daishou at the nickname, a name he knows only he’s lucky enough to hear from your lips, and he pulls away from your aroused bud just long enough to spit out a few choice words. 

“That’s right, baby girl. I’m your daddy. I’m the one who takes care of you. I’m the one who makes you feel good. So why the fuck did daddy find his precious girl chatting it up with some other man like a dirty little slut? Daddy not good enough for you anymore?”

Your head swirls from the degrading words, thighs clenching at hearing his endearing terms for you, but tears pricking at your eyes when you hear the trickle of doubt that seeps into his last question. Shame floods through you as you frantically shake your head, salty droplets leaking from your eyes as you begin to sob, desperately clutching Daishou’s sides and trying to pull him closer to you. 

“No, Daddy! Never! Only you! You’re my only daddy. I love you. I’m sorry! I’m your good girl. Please let me show you that I’m your good girl?” 

Daishou chuckles, warm fondness beginning to take off the frostiest edges of his insecurities as he watches you flail and fight against his hold in your pursuit of making him feel good, your greedy fingers trying to drag him closer to you, your hips grinding and humping his hardening cock like a bitch in heat as you babble and beg to ride him, suck him off, help him cum. 

It’s heartwarming in the most depraved way how loyal and dedicated you are to him, how easily you’ll let yourself fall into debauchery just to please him. And in his heart of hearts, he knows deep down that you’d never betray him, that you love him just as much as he loves you. But the heart and the mind aren’t always on the same page and he can’t help the way his eyes narrow and his stomach twists uncomfortably when he replays the scene of Kuroo and you in the hall, even though he knows the chance of you being swept away so easily by someone else is close to null, even though he knows Kuroo is a decent enough man to back off once he knows you’re a taken woman. 

“Settle down, little one. I know you’re a desperate slut for daddy, but today you’re going to behave, okay? You’re going to lay there, let daddy thoroughly remind you who you belong to, and thank me for it, understand?” 

It’s a rhetorical question and you barely have time to nod your head before Daishou’s blunt cock head is pressing against your already drenched entrance. You claw at the bedsheets when he suddenly slams in balls deep inside of you, your sopping wet folds easily making way for his cock, and your toes curl at the abrupt stretch, eyes already shamelessly rolling to the back of your head from the sensation of finally being stuffed full. 

“Daddy, so good, daddy, daddy, daddy” becomes your mantra, barely discernible amidst your wanton moans as he hardly gives you time to adjust before he’s starting up a brutal pace, hips slamming into yours, balls slapping your ass with every thrust. It’s embarrassing how close to the edge you already are, how you nearly came just from his cock stretching you full, but you can’t help it when Daishou knows your body even better than you, when your pussy is practically molded just for him, trained to be his perfect cock sleeve and you wail as you fall to pieces around his cock, body convulsing and mind shattering from the overwhelming pleasure. 

But he doesn’t let up, continuing his relentless onslaught, smirking down at how broken you already look, drool and tears staining your wrecked face, incoherent babbling and wails slipping past your lips as overstimulation begins to wash over you, body now shaking uncontrollably as pain and pleasure swirl inside of you. 

“That’s it, baby girl. You’re doing so well. Keep on taking it. Fucking take my cock! This is what you were made for. Being daddy’s cock slave that he fucks silly. Going to use you until you can’t even think about anyone or anything else other than daddy’s cock.” 

There’s nowhere else he’d rather be than in between your legs and he swears he could die happy like this, cock buried deep within your tight pussy, would happily live the rest of his life bottomed out inside of you if he had the chance. But he’s only human after all and he can feel his end approaching, balls tightening and pace becoming wild and erratic when he hungrily devours the sight of your lewd state as you dopily smile, brokenly chanting “I’m daddy’s cock slave”, slurring thank yous over and over again. His hand reaches down to furiously rub your clit and all it takes is your second fall from grace, the sensation of your tight walls clamping and clenching around his cock, milking him of all his cum, to empty his balls inside of you. 

It’s silent again save for both your shaky breaths as you come down from your respective highs and Daishou carefully slumps down to the side of you, pulling you to also lay on your side, wrapping you in his arms as your lower bodies remain connected, hooking his chin on top of your head and letting you burrow into his neck and cuddle up beside him. 

But despite all his earlier bravado, you can feel his scales shift and skin shed as he reveals his softer, more vulnerable side, can feel him slump and his defenses crumble in the way he clings onto you, and you wriggle out of your comfortable position, ignoring the throbbing between your legs and all over you body as you determinedly reposition yourself until the two of you are face to face, forehead and noses pressed against each other. 

“Suguru, I love you. I love you so much. You’ll always be more than enough for me.”

You smile at the love and hope you see reciprocated back at you in your lover’s eyes, giggling when it’s quickly replaced by panic and embarrassment as he holds you at arms length, staring in dismay at all the punishing marks he had left all over your body before frantically nearly crushing you as he pulls you tightly back towards him, apologies spilling from his mouth for being so rough, a stupid stereotypically jealous boyfriend. And you roll your eyes as he suddenly starts raving and ranting about how this is somehow all Kuroo’s fault, shutting him up with a forceful kiss of your own, a playful smirk sitting on your face. 

“You told me not to mention his name and yet here you are, going on and on about him right after we’ve had sex. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re a little more interested in him than two rival captains should be. Should I be the jealous one?”

You bite back a laugh at the look of pure disgust on Daishou’s face as he stares agape at you, jaw slack and open wide in disbelief at your blasphemous lies, using whatever latent talent you have as an actor to tap a finger to your lips in a parody of an inquisitive thoughtful gesture. 

“I’m pretty open minded, Suguru. We can invite him for a threesome if you want. Ooh! Who do you think would top? Kuroo? You’d look so pretty on bottom for once, don’t you think? Or would you prefer to shut him up-”

You squeal in laughter and surprise when you’re suddenly being suffocated and crushed by a heavy weight on top of you, Daishou flipping the two of you over and laying his whole weight on top of you, shoving your face into his chest and grunting at you to shut up as he nuzzles his face into the top of your head and closes his eyes to rest, dragging you to an exhausted slumber with him as his breathing even outs and lulls your own heavy eyelids into shutting. 

Somewhere else in Tokyo Kuroo sneezes out of the blue, curiously wondering if someone is talking about him.

[thosewickedlovelies]

An Ode To Marcus Moreno’s Arms

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x GN!Reader

Rating: Mature

Summary: You’re a training specialist in swordsmanship at Heroics Headquarters, so you see a lot of Marcus Moreno.

Tags: Reader has a vivid (sexual) imagination, but there’s only a few brief sections.

Word Count: 2,272

A/N: This started out as an ode to his arms, but his arms are connected to the rest of him, so. Alternative title: In Appreciation of Marcus Moreno

My assumption/headcanon of his powers are telekinesis, plus general exceptional physical prowess and weapons skills? Idk, we weren’t given much, but those feel like solid abilities for someone implied to be the super among super heroes. Idk what this is but I regret nothing.

More content/worldbuilding set in this universe 💗

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Marcus Moreno’s arms were capable of many things.

You knew this because you saw them on an almost-daily basis. You were one of the training specialists at Heroics Headquarters, one of a large, ever-expanding staff of instructors who were experts in their respective fields of combat or weapons. Your job, essentially, was to be a superhero minus the powers- and use your abilities to keep the Heroics in top form.

Your expertise was swordsmanship, which meant you spent more time with Marcus than any of the other heroes. All of the physical trainers and specialists sparred with the Heroics in mock villain showdowns, but you also helped them hone specific skills. You were here because your skillset and abilities matched Marcus’s.

So you’ve had plenty of opportunity to behold his arms at work.

One would think that they’d be most enticing mid-action, but it was a cosmically ironic fact that there was never really a wrong moment to ogle. How that man could make merely unsheathing his swords so erotic was beyond you.

But by now you’d seen it from every angle. You were as familiar with Marcus’s technique as you were with your own, and knew well the cycle of muscle contractions which rippled up his whole body. It started with his legs: setting his stance, primed and poised on the balls of his feet. Then every muscle in his torso, his clinging t-shirts sliding over taut flesh as they rode up with the lifting of his arms- his arms. Biceps suddenly incredibly present and visibly straining past barely-existent sleeves, tendons flexing rigid and obvious, a tangle of pathways you wanted to map with your tongue.

This show was best when he had started his day with tactical theory sessions, because then his expressive face got involved. Oh yes, it wasn’t enough for him just to be built the way he was, his face had to go and be attractive as well.

Tedious strategy debates with Miracle Guy during these sessions never failed to get under his skin- you could always tell how much steam Marcus had to let off based on the clench of his jaw. Or the way he’d drag his bottom lip over his teeth, nostrils flaring in an almost-snarl. When that happened you knew he gripped the hilts of his swords a little tighter, because you’d see the ridges in his wrist dip and pull like piano strings perpendicular to the line of his gloves. The blades would sing little sharper on those days, his arms freeing them in a jerk rather than their usual smooth, deliberate slide.

It was amazing you ever made it beyond unsheathing your weapons.

But oh, were you glad you did, because watching Marcus Moreno fight was truly a treat. The control he had over his body was remarkable; even when his limbs flung and stretched, they were to ready to contract again at a second’s notice. “Fight” was really too limited of a term for it- Marcus manipulated his body in an incredible harmony of mind and muscle, using his weapons- including his telekinesis- as extensions of himself.

You wondered sometimes how fine his control over his telekinesis was- if he could use it on himself. If he did use it somehow to give his blows that devastating extra speed and strength.

It was easy to understand, after witnessing him, why battle is often described as a dance.

On particularly ruthless training days, his tan skin would gleam with sweat. It would bead and trickle along the pulsing veins in his arms, drawing your attention even more, and salacious scenes would flash behind your eyelids: those same glistening forearms visible in your peripherals as they box you against a wall, that same intent glitter in his dark eyes as they come closer and closer, breathless, his chest heaving into yours-

You never let on to any of this though. You were a master of the blade, and had trained too thoroughly to let the appearance of an opponent get to you. Besides that fact, you would never do anything to risk your place with the Heroics. Although you were an authority figure, they were still superheroes, and thus unlike anyone else you’d worked with- it made for a challenging, stimulating dynamic in which you were constantly both instructor and student.

Even outside of the training arena, Marcus’s arms were a sight.

Holding data pads or writing utensils as he led the Heroics in discussions of group tactics, deftly manipulating characters onscreen or scribbling things on a whiteboard. Sometimes he would go to these sessions straight from physical training, and the cooling sweat on his skin would raise goosebumps all along the smooth flesh.

You observed how gently his arms could move in yet other circumstances.

Training specialists often joined in when the Heroics were given new gadgets to play with. And although these days tended to be slower, they still made you sweat. Watching the caution with which Marcus handled the gear at first, the slow care he reserved for things with which he was still becoming familiar. The precision and that control he always kept- even when his frustration slipped out in the form of snarky remarks, he was always conscious of his movements. As he gained confidence, the surety would return to his motions, his shoulders squaring in quiet triumph- his broad, broad shoulders, which you had imagined far too many times propping up your thighs while his hands and mouth were otherwise engaged between them.

You wondered if Marcus would treat your body like something new he had to master. If his hands would probe and caress with the same thoroughness. If the same wicked delight would steal over his features as he learned how best to coax you toward his desired goals; if his fascinated smirk would change after the thousandth time he had taken you apart.

It didn’t help that these sessions highlighted that he was a kind, competent teacher. His teammates exasperated him sometimes, but Marcus was the first to step in when one of them was struggling. A light touch to rearrange their stance, an encouraging word or smile. If you hadn’t personally felt the power thrumming under his skin, you would have never guessed that such a soft man was capable of his immense abilities.

Occasionally you had to remind yourself not to get all dopey-eyed when he was instructing the kids. If you thought he was patient with the adult Heroics, it was nothing compared to how he interacted with their younger counterparts. Equally firm and joking in turn, he taught them every trick he knew while desperately hoping they would never have to use the knowledge.

Some days were easier for him than others- the times they practiced with weapons could have unexpectedly diverting consequences. Marcus let Guppy hold his katanas, once- she was fully capable with her shark strength, but the vision of the diminutive girl brandishing swords that were taller than she was, her face aglow with a ferocious grin, had all the others in fits.

You swore he was suppressing laughter himself as he carefully took them away from her. His hands, already distracting enough, looked comically vast compared to hers as he delicately maneuvered them to pluck the swords from her grasp. Something about the sight of his thick fingers, resettling themselves around the hilts with reflexive ease, made your mouth dry.

His fingers squeezed other things, too, and it made flames leap low in your belly every time.

Lime wedges, on the rare occasions he indulged in drinks stronger than wine at the Headquarters bar. His friends’s shoulders, in affection and farewell, after relaxing with them at said bar following hard days. You longed to be one of those who Marcus slung an arm around in jest, a laugh shaking his shoulders and sparkling in his eyes. Would his skin be as warm as it was while swinging a weapon? What would his body feel like softened in mirth, instead of vibrating with focus?

You didn’t blame him for his more formal attitude during work hours. His days were busy, and you rarely saw him off the training mats. You had shared a few evenings with him on nights when the bar was quieter, though. He was perfectly friendly, treating you just like anyone else he was getting to know.

Tonight was one of those quieter nights, but you didn’t do more than cast a quick glance at the small group sitting in the corner before slumping to the bar. You were worn out today, and just wanted something strong and solitary before going home.

You sighed into the numbing wash of your drink, your eyes drifting shut. Nobody would bother you this evening; it wasn’t that kind of atmosphere.

Except- the barstool next to yours scraped against the floor.

You inhaled deeply, preparing to politely rip into whatever idiot was assuming you needed company- only to have the words struck off your lips by the apprehensive brown eyes of Marcus Moreno.

“Hey,” he said, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry to bother you. You can tell me to march right back to my table if you like, but uh, I just wanted to see if you were all right. After today.”

You could see that he genuinely meant it- he was perched only partially on the barstool, ready to take off again if you said the word. But his gaze was curious, concerned.

You brow furrowed. “After today?” you echoed, too caught off-guard to think of anything else. What could he mean? Nothing special had happened today. He’d disarmed you, sure, but it wasn’t the first time that had occurred in the eight months you’d been working with him.

Marcus shifted uncertainly. “You just seemed...tired. Reflexes slower than usual,” he noted wryly. “And, well. We have matching bags.” He pointed to his face, where dark shadows were visible beneath his eyes. He offered a self-deprecating, tentative smile, conscious that he was treading in new territory.

It takes you a minute to process. In all the time you’ve spent observing his fighting techniques to perfection, you’d never considered that he could have been using those same opportunities to observe you. It provokes a funny feeling in your chest, twisting your breath up in your lungs like tangled ribbon.

“Oh,” you murmur, surprised but unoffended by his mention of the bags under your eyes. “Well...I am tired today, I guess.” You took a sip of your drink, gauging his interest, hesitating before continuing. “My sister broke her hip, so she just moved in with me for while she heals. It’s been...a stressful transition,” you admitted.

He angles himself toward you, attention fully committed and eyes widening in sympathy. “Oh gosh, that’s terrible. Do you need some time off? I can clear it with the boss for you, work with Santino for however long you need.” He seemed to straighten up, as if ready to spring away and take care of it the moment you answered.

“No, please,” you chuckled in appreciation of his earnestness. “I might need a few shorter days, but neither of us need me fussing over her 24/7.” Both you and your sister were strongly independent. It meant that you had often been at odds when you were younger, but you were all each other had now, and had made efforts to improve your relationship.

Marcus nodded in understanding, settling again. He seemed at a loss for if he should leave or say something else, so you made the choice for him.

“Tired of getting your ass kicked in my lessons, Moreno? You know Santino doesn’t work you as hard.” Your fellow swordsmanship instructor was slightly younger, a newer hire who was still a little bit in awe of the Heroics.

You didn’t usually speak so flippantly to him, but his eyebrows arced high at the challenge, a smile tugging on his lips. “Sounds like somebody needs a reminder of who kicked whose ass today, ma’am.” Rolling right along with your apparent newfound playfulness.

You pinpointed, suddenly, what was different about him tonight, why this interaction felt different compared to your others. There’d always been an air of deference about him before, as if even outside of the arena he considered you a superior. But tonight he was just treating you like a peer, a regular person. Maybe it had taken your excessively dragging day for him to come to terms with the fact that you were a regular person, but the ice finally felt like it had broken between you and you just...talked, after that. For longer than both of you probably intended.

“Shoot, I have to go get Missy,” Marcus realized, catching sight of his watch. “But you- you’ll be here again? I mean, I see you here a lot.” He stumbled over his words.

Did he? It was true that you were often at the bar at the same time, but for him to acknowledge that meant that he actually noticed you. Remembered your presence.

“Yeah, I’m here pretty regularly,” you confirmed, cautiously hopeful.

“Good. I mean, I’ll see you, then- next time.” His voice rasped low, but there was a nervousness in his expression. He twisted his jacket between his large hands.

He wanted to see you again. “Yes.” You smiled at him, surprise and pleasure shining through. “I’ll see you next time,” you said with conviction.

His eyes crinkled in answer, and your breath caught. Your ordered yourself not to watch him leave the room.

You drove home with a quiet grin on your face.

[lawslessons]

hi how are you doing 1) your account is really cool im glad u opened requests 2) for a request, could you do headcannons for asl + law with a male s/o whos pretty open about being a relationship (basically a non shy!male). if you could do sfw and nsfw that’d be awesome but thats completely your choice. thank you i hope this isnt too too specific

Hello, dear! I hope I didn’t misinterpret your request and that you enjoy this!

Warnings: NSFW, Switching Positions

Ace:

SFW:

-Ace is absolutely obsessed with his significant other, he loves holding their hand in public and offering cute little gestures towards him. Hand holding, small cheek kisses, Ace would make it obvious that they are together. He would love to use his fire ability to make little hearts for them and blow some smoke out of his mouth to make hearts from it too to show his affection towards him if he was alright with that. 

-When Ace falls asleep when he’s eating, his significant other makes sure to move the food away and to clean his face up with a warm washcloth. He would also move them to their shared room and help Ace into their bed so he could grab some sleep. And for when he would wake up, he would also have some food ready for him too. 

-He would love to go around the towns and would always challenge him to shopping challenges, such as finding cool items that remind them of one another, or just buying essentials, no matter what the two of them were doing, they would always have fun together. Couple items always made Ace smile, matching shirts, even matching bracelets make him excited. Ace would for sure spoil his boyfriend with cute gifts, he would want everyone to know that they were together. 

NFSW:

-The same is in the bedroom, neither of them are shy with their bodies, Ace loves to feel the ripple of muscles under his hands, his partner’s strong arms and their slightly rough skin under his own hands. There are no set positions, he is comfortable with doing anything with his partner, and having someone who is fully submissive isn’t as enjoyable to him. Personally, he likes the challenge that comes with someone being more dominant and he also likes how they can pretty much do whatever they want in an intimate setting. If his partner likes a specific position when he bottoms, then Ace may decide to try that position out next time to see how it feels. 

-“You think you can handle that?” Ace would want to hear when he bottoms, along with, “That all you got? I thought you could go harder,” Ace would love to hear his partner trying to rile him up when he tops, trying to get him to be louder or get him to go as hard as he possibly could. All those breathy moans and groans would be music to the man, Ace eats up all those sounds and uses them as fuel to go faster, harder and make his boyfriend feel good. 

-Ace would be very in tune with his partner’s body, more so than he would be if he was with a woman. He would understand the certain spots that would get him to see stars, how to curl his fingers just right inside of him, where to bite, where to press his hands, how fast to move, he would know how to make his partner scream if that was what he really wanted. A passionate and fiery lover, Ace wouldn’t hold back and wouldn’t want his partner to hold back either. 

Sabo:

SFW:

-Sabo is a little awkward when he first gets in a relationship with him, but when he sees how comfortable they are with Sabo, that is enough to give Sabo the reassurance he needs to fully let himself go in the relationship. He is a little reserved at first because of his previous abandonment issues, but seeing how much his partner cares for him by how unapologetic they are would only encourage Sabo to be more like himself around him. 

-One of his favorite things to do would be strategizing with his boyfriend. He would love to see their concentrated look and how focused they would get when Sabo talked to them about some of the revolutionary strategies. Sabo also enjoys when his partner talks back to him about some of their own strategies and ideas. Sabo enjoys people who are intellectual and know how to hold a good conversation with him as well, he cannot stand just simple small talk. He also loves their little dates, especially when they would go to new islands. Sabo always makes it a point to find a historical site at the place and nerd out about it with his boyfriend while onlookers watched them. 

-When Sabo and his boyfriend are alone together, he loves having him lay down in his lap and playing with his hair, he loves feeling them relax and even hearing them talk about their day and how much they missed Sabo when he comes back from a mission. Sabo enjoys private affection, while he is open to some stuff in public, he feels the most comfortable when his partner and him are able to be comfortable with one another in private. He holds romantic intimacy above all else, it’s sacred to him. 

NSFW:

-But when it comes to physical intimacy, Sabo is a little more experimental with the things he likes. He would personally like to go somewhere and be able to do it with him behind a building, or somewhere that was a little risque. Sabo’s back against a building while his partner was feeling him up would send him to cloud nine. 

-“You like that, don’t you? What’re you gonna do if we get caught?” He would tease while going at Sabo. “Oh? You would like that, wouldn’t you?” he would continue to tease Sabo, just seeing the typically high strung Sabo loose all composure for him would make him melt. Sabo, being in a pretty high position of power loves it when his partner takes control over him and makes it where he is not allowed any control. “Did I say you could finish?” He would growl into Sabo’s ear while Sabo begged for release. 

-Sabo also likes to have his own fun, sometimes it involves him being a little risky with where he bites his partner and where he decided to scratch him too. Sabo knows how to use his hands to make his partner’s back arch. He wants to hear all the sounds, he wouldn’t want him to be quiet if he was with him. Sabo also likes to tease his partner throughout the day with playful leg grabs, flirty glances across the table and maybe bumping hips with him here and there just to provoke him to go after him later. 

Luffy:

SFW:

-An affectionate man, Luffy would love to spend most of his time hugging onto his partner. He wouldn’t be able to handle someone who is too shy, so he would honestly be perfect for him. Someone who is open to Luffy’s constant bantering and also his goofy personality, he would want someone who would be able to keep up with him. 

-A training partner would be the best. Sometimes Luffy would like to practice some of his new techniques with him and other times, he just likes having some company as he is working out and practicing. Some of his favorite things to practice include bettering his observation haki and anything that doesn’t involve physically getting into contact with his partner. Luffy is self aware of his strength, he doesn’t want to end up hurting him on accident while practicing. 

-One of his favorite pastimes with his partner would be eating, he would love to go out somewhere in a new town and challenge him to see how much they would both be able to eat. One of Luffy’s favorite dates was when they went to a buffet and had to be kicked out after clearing the entire place out together. And because his partner is open to being out with Luffy, that makes it easier for the captain since he doesn’t feel the need to hold back any of his affection towards him when they are out in public or even around the crew. 

NSFW:

-When it comes to intimate situations, most of them stem out of playful fighting or intense training sessions. While Luffy doesn’t fully understand it, sometimes just seeing his partner training does something to him and makes him desire him in a way that the captain struggles to put into words. And when they train together, sometimes their playful bantering turns into something more tense, feelings grow hot and before either of them know it, they’re awkwardly feeling each other up and laughing. 

-Luffy doesn’t ever hold back, if he wants to do something with his partner, he won’t hesitate in pestering him throughout the day or make it obvious that he is desiring him from afar. Sometimes Luffy isn’t the dense one, if his partner doesn’t seem to get what he is implying, he won’t hesitate in kissing them and dragging them off to their room or to a place where they can grab a minute of privacy. Luffy’s face turns red and flushed when he realizes what he wants and his partner loves it, he loves seeing his typically heard headed captain feeling lusty and wanting attention. 

-Luffy doesn’t mind being on top or bottom, for him, whatever feels right in the moment he will go with. Some of his favorite times include when his partner would pull him aside during night watch duty and would make quick work of him on top of the crow’s nest when no one else would be awake. “Louder, captain,” He would grunt out, “Aww, is someone shy? What happened to your earlier confidence?” They would tease their captain to rile him up more sexually, and honestly seeing him flustered is the best part of his night. 

Law:

SFW:

-Law isn’t the best when it comes to displaying affection, he always finds himself struggling with being affectionate and empathetic as well. Having a boyfriend who is open to being in a relationship with him helps with his confidence and even helps him when he tries to navigate certain social situations. Law usually struggles being in public, but when his partner is next to him, he feels more comfortable and relaxed because no matter what, he always has someone by his side. Having someone around him who showers him with affection helps him learn and slowly accept the fact that he is also worthy of love, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. 

-One thing Law loves to do is hear about what his partner is interested in and possibly arrange activities for them to try as a couple to give him a chance of experiencing it. Enjoy animals? Expect a trip to a petting zoo or more cuddles from Bepo. Cooking? Expect a surprise private cooking lesson from Sanji. Just seeing them smile makes Law happy, but the same could be said for his partner. His partner loves to hear Law talk about medical news and about some of his most complicated cases to him. While he may not fully understand what is happening, just knowing that Law is excited about something makes him happy. 

-Law’s partner would be very affectionate and open in public. He would slowly bring Law out of his comfort zone, but he would never push him too far. He would first start by walking next to him in public and then he would move to holding his hand, and then his arm and soon, Law would find himself being dragged around the submarine by him. While Law wouldn’t ever admit it, he loves it when his partner is affectionate around him, it makes him feel confident that he is happy with him. 

NSFW:

-Law’s anatomical knowledge is very handy when he is in the bedroom, he knows exactly where to put his hands on his partner and where to feel him up. He knows just how to thrust his hips inside of his partner, move his hands, where to kiss, and he knows his partner isn’t shy to Law’s attention which makes the doctor rather pleased. 

-Law especially likes to tease and deprive his partner of certain sensations when they are intimate. Law is especially into breath play, or other words, choking and using his devil fruit ability in bed. He doesn’t want his partner to be shy when they are under him, he wants him to be able to be loud and Law wants to hear all their sinful sounds. He uses his devil fruit ability to sometimes make his partner see things from his perspective, or he may also without much warning use his ability to make his partner unable to be heard by those who are close to them. But no matter what he does, he makes sure his partner consents to what he does and makes sure before anything happens, the safe word is in place. 

-“You’re so loud, we’re gonna get caught if you’re not careful,” Law would tease as he mercilessly thrusts into him. “You want to be caught though, don’t you? You want them to see how desperate you are for me, hm? Then don’t be shy, let it out,” he would order while speeding up and making it where all his partner could do was scream out Law’s name in desperation.

[avengershumanresources]

blood 7 - Strange/Stark!Reader

Relationship: Dr. Strange/Princess!Stark!Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Adult Themes, eventual smut, adult language, implied sexual violence, general violence

Synopsis: Reader is the daughter of the legendary King Anthony Stark, Uniter of Lands, The Iron Defender, and leader of the realm. When the king disappears during battle, hope is lost and he is presumed dead.

When the late king’s uncle, Obadiah, takes the throne until your brother Peter is of age, he quickly arranges a marriage for you with a wicked king in a neighboring kingdom.

With the realms politics in question, and rumors of an upcoming siege to overthrow Peter’s rule before it starts, you quickly learn who is loyal to the crown and who is not.

part 6 - part 8 (coming April 13th)

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CHAPTER WARNING: Yee-har, thar be smut afoot in this here chapter. 18+

7- a king

Anthony Stark hadn’t expected all of this to come of his death. He foresaw of some of it.  

Of Obadiah’s imminent betrayal and Brock’s general ambition, but when Wanda had approached him with her vision all those years ago, he couldn’t have understood what it all meant. 

Now, however, he realized the violence that was soon to arrive at his kingdom’s doorstep. It was an uneasy feeling; the responsibility bestowed upon him to put men’s lives at risk. To make widows and orphans because of inter family squabbles. 

But Tony knew that Obadiah and Brock both presented far larger threats in the long term. 

A king who is hungry for power will never stop to consider the least fortunate in his rule. 

It was a mantra Tony had created for himself after his father had let entire villages fall to win back some petty golden toy during the War of the Giants. In the end, the lives lost had been worthless and the giants returned to their mountains with more spoils than they’d started. 

It had made him sick. 

That was the moment Tony decided to be a better man. A better king. He took pride in his unselfish rule and lack of war among those who shared the boundary with his kingdom. By a miracle he’d gotten Brock into line, but Obadiah had gotten a taste of power from his position in the Giant’s War and wanted more.

Rumors turned to plots, and all at once Tony knew his family and legacy was in danger. He had a troubled relationship with the Wakandans after one of his own barons killed their king in a quest for vengeance after the Giant’s War. Steve had volunteered as ambassador with the shadowy James Barnes (who’d long had a positive relationship with T’Challa) and they’d managed to broker a deal benefiting both nations. 

And Asgard. 

That was a whole other bag of complications. 

Odin had long been distrustful of Tony’s first wife, the late Queen Alexandra due to her Vanir lineage. The Asgardians had fought for centuries trying to eradicate what they’d seen as a dangerous race of uncontrollable magic users. 

Odin had been a step in the right direction, after replacing his late father, but the prejudices still remained and Tony’s marriage to one of the few remaining Vanir royals had soured what little relations they’d had. 

Still, in the end, they’d protected you when he so desperately needed help the Asgardians could only provide. To that, he’d offered her hand to the princes, and Odin took the offer into consideration, only backing off when an agreement was made between the two boys and yourself that affections lay elsewhere.

Which brought him to his latest challenge. Your engagement to the monster king, Brock Rumlow. 

The popular story was that he’d had his late wife killed when she hadn’t produced a male heir. Every female baby prior had been fed to the dogs and at last, when her fifth pregnancy had yielded yet another female, she fell mysteriously ill and died a few nights later. Some say a villager found the baby’s water logged corpse shortly after. 

From a strategic perspective, it made sense. You hadn’t been called upon by any serious suitors, often running around the kingdom with a begrudging Stephen on your coattails, and you were still young enough to bare a child or two. 

Brock needed a means of securing trust in the kingdom, and marrying one of its beloved daughters was the way to do it. Not to mention, Obadiah got his army, Peter would be overthrown when he attempted to take his birthright, and both men would share in the mutual benefits of being involved in one of the strongest economies in history. 

It was a clear cut plan for control of the kingdom, and it would have been more than enough for Tony to take action.

Except for one small caveat.

You. 

You’d been born of the same Vanir blood as your mother and even as a days old infant, you had shown the Master Sorceress at the time an insurmountable measure of power. 

It was an old and finicky magic, the woman had warned before your mother’s body had even cooled in bed. You would need trining, but there was no one left to provide. 

The Asgardians had been thorough in destroying the ancient texts and any remaining Vanir had long fallen into hiding, often using enchanted amulets and trinkets to conceal their seidr from those with wicked intentions. 

Your mother had been a victim of such vicious greed. She’d been open with her abilities, sharing a close bond with Orin’s own wife and his young son, Loki. The pair had conspired to learn all the forbidden secrets of the Vanir, and she’d begun to accumulate quite the library of resources from old temples and Asgardian burial tombs. 

Frigga helped her translate and in turn, the relationship with the royal families had warmed considerably until a few days before your birth. 

Things had fallen apart so quickly. The Northern Kree empire had infiltrated the castle after hearing rumors of the queen’s power. Someone had once written that a single drop of Vanir blood was worth thousands in gold pieces. A bandit had gotten through the gates while she labored, he had ambushed her in the birthing chambers and despite putting up an admirable fight- died with a dagger stabbed through her heart. 

The beast had tried to cut it free in front of the midwives. 

The Master Sorceress had only stepped from the room a moment to freshen up her herbal remedies. By the time anyone had made it to her side, she had died, and you’d been cut free of her with that same knife. 

“Your majesty?” Wanda inquired, approaching where he sat by the fire of the rebellion campsite.

“Yes?” He blinked up, returning to the present at hand. The men who were preparing for battle around him. The women sharpening weapons and sewing leather.  

The people he had asked to rise up for the betterment of the kingdom. The people who were prepared to die by his side for a secure future. 

“Master Strange is to meet at my cottage in the hour,” she explained. 

“And what would you advise Master Sorceress?” he asked, an amused expression on his face. “Shall we let him in on our secret?” 

“With less than seven days to the wedding, it might be wise,” she reasoned sardonically. “Natalia has her own mission in securing the support from within. Master Strange is working with Peter and Loki on securing the vulnerable.” 

“Do you think he told him?” Tony looked down at the fire pensively. 

“Who?” 

“Loki,” he clarified. “He and Master Mordo were among the few who knew. They had to have mentioned something to him. He’s- well- I’m not entirely sure what he is to her now, but he’s certainly one of the closest lines of protection to her.”

“Assuming the rune hasn’t already faded, I would think he either told him or Stephen found out for himself, my liege,” Wanda sat down on the log next to time, her gaze following his into the flames. “Her power is what Amora desires. It needs to be concealed until the princess is in safe hands.”

“Then he knows,” Tony decided, nodding to himself. “Amora would have done something stupid if the seidr had broken through completely. Someone is keeping it under control.”

“I’ll find out,” Wanda promised. “Would you like to speak to him?”

Tony made a disgruntled noise at the thought of approaching the sorcerer. House Strange had long served under the Stark banner, proudly riding at the front of the line when called upon for battle. When they sent their oldest to train at Kamar-Taj, Tony had been surprised.

The boy had a knack for strategy and was sharp as a needle point. Tony could have seen the young man easily rise in leadership in the house, ruling his own militiamen and managing the family affairs. 

But apparently he had no interest in it, and in an unorthodox fashion, the assets had been passed to their eldest daughter. 

Granted, in the end, none of that mattered- as the entire family estate had been stricken by a particularly nasty plague. The sole survivor was Stephen, who’d been away at Kamar-Taj when he’d gotten the news. 

He’d rushed home, and in the process gotten sick himself, but with the help of his fellow sorcerers, recovered with the only remnants of the illness remaining in his hands. He often told others it had been a riding accident. Only a select few knew the truth and devastation of his loss. 

Tony had met with the young man on his sickbed, assuring him the assets would remain in the family. That the castle would maintain the property while he fulfilled his obligations to Kamar-Taj. After all, there was no greater calling than to a life of service and compassion. It was the least Tony could do. 

Well, until you had scared off every Master to cross the castle threshold and he’d gotten desperate and asked the boy for a favor.

He should have known better. You were close in age. Equally as ambitious and cunning. For years you’d been sneaking through passages and around the villages at night, often with Natalia at your side. 

Stephen just made it easier, and helped Tony rest a little easier knowing the man would give his life for you, if need be. 

Tony wasn’t dumb. He’d seen it the first night the you had met. 

The sneaking smiles, the conspiratorial whispers in the corners of the ballroom, and when Peter’s cat turned into a lion almost identical to the Stark sigil, Tony knew that one day he might allow that young man to break the oaths he’d made for a single exception. 

“Your highness?” Wanda pried gently for a clearer answer. 

“Yes, I’ll speak to him,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. About a great many things.

(—)

“I somehow don’t believe you just found out about this,” you stated, sitting cross legged on one of the strewn about cushions, a teapot floating delicately from the palm of your hand. 

“I’ve learned a number of thing recently,” he replied dryly. “Like Mordo is alive, and Brock wants to kill Obadiah once you’re wed.”

You lost your focus and the cup shattered on the ground. 

“He what?” you gaped at Stephen while he repaired the ceramic cup with a wave of his hand. 

“It ties into the whole secret magic thing, but it really isn’t an ideal situation,” he explained, setting the cup aside and dropping to the cushion across from you. 

“I guess it’s good I’ve pestered you for your books over the years,” you mused, flexing your fingers in the air in front of you.

“It isn’t the same,” he sighed, watching while you lifted a few other stray objects and paused them between the two of you. “Seidr is... there isn’t documentation. The books were destroyed. Kamar-Taj had a few tomes but the Vanir language is nearly impossible to translate at this point.”

“What about Loki? Or Frigga?” you asked, moving both your hands at once and dropping a feather into his lap with a grin. 

“Believe it or not, I’ve been focused on other issues,” he muttered dryly. “We’re going to have to seal this before you leave.”

“But you said it’s what preventing Amora from taking over my head,” you reminded him pointedly, summoning a small flame from an incantation you’d studied the day before. Extinguishing it between your palms, you looked up at him for a better excuse. 

“But it is also the reason Brock is forcing you into a marriage and so she can control you, and in turn, your power better than you can,” he explained tersely. “She can’t know you’ve gotten partial control over it. Let her underestimate you, but until you can learn to conceal the energy yourself, you can’t risk exposure.”

“So am I being sealed or not?” you asked impatiently, floating a candle from you to him. He took it with an amused half-smile, extinguishing the light with a quick puff of air. “Can you do a... half seal? Hide the energy, keep some of the good parts?”

“Gods, I don’t know,” he groaned, shaking his head while he seat the canclde aside. “This is entirely new territory that I was not trained for.”

“That must mean you’re a terrible Sorcerer Supreme. What fool put you in charge?” you teased, reaching forward and tapping the top of his nose playfully. 

“It’s not my fault you’re a freakish anomaly that’s supposed to be extinct,” he mumbled, pulling a frown while you laughed. “Give me your wrist.”

“Fine, but when this over I demand you help me train properly,” you stated and though he  continued grumbling under his breath about being too old for your games, he agreed. “And Loki helps too.”

“Not part of the deal,” Stephen scowled. 

“Fine, I’ll marry him then,” you smirked back at him. “You still haven’t asked, so I guess when my wedding tragically falls through, I’ll have to find respite with him.”

He pulled you forward, a glint in his eyes that sent a shiver through your entire body. 

“I’m not going to chase after a betrothed woman, it’s bad taste,” he hummed, fingers crawling up your wrist and intertwining with your fingers. “I have a reputation to uphold, even if you feel comfortable hiding away with strange men in dark places.”

“Is that supposed to be a joke?” you whispered, sitting up on your knees and tilting your head.

“Do you not think I’m funny?” he murmured, reaching with his free head and tilting back your chin. A smile played on the corners of your mouth, both of you sizing the other up and daring the other to make the first move. 

“I can think of many things you are,” you lifted his hand and pressed a tender kiss to his palm. “But funny?��

“You laugh at all of my clever wit, don’t try to deceive me princess, I know the truth,” Stephen sharply pulled your hand forward, forcing you to fall into his chest. He held your lower back, gazing down at you adoringly. “You’re trying to hide it, but I see it in your eyes.”

“Do you know what I see in your eyes?” your voice cracked ever so slightly, your hand cradling his cheek, your thumb lightly tracing the sharp features. 

“What do you see?” 

“Strength,” you murmured, transfixed by his opalescent gaze. All at once, it was like you were seeing him for the first time. You could feel the energy radiating off of him, seeing the waves of magic as they ripples through his body. “Devotion to... Stephen you’re beautiful.”

“Or so the stars whisper to the earth below,” his voice was soft, gentle, while his hand guided itself up your arm to your cheek. “But, what the stars do not see is their own radiance, their own ethereal light shimmering across the velvet heavens above. The stars do not know how the Earth worships the very flicker of their existence, tells stories of their magnificence and beauty. The do not know how the Earth finds its meaning in what little time it steals away to them in the night.”

It all happened very quickly after that. 

You peeled at his robes, he worked at your corset, a frenzy of hands and mouths tasting one another in a way neither had ever imagined. 

Discarding the corset, he worked his hands up your blouse, fingers lightly teasing the tip of your nipple until you let out a satisfied moan. Robes loose, you pushed him back against a nearby pile of cushions, climbing between his legs and peppering hungry kisses up and down his neck until he growled, clawing at your hips. 

“If you’re-,” he tired protesting while you pulled away more clothing, pressing his leg between yours and letting out a whimper of pleasure when he shifted in just the right way. 

That seemed to set something off in him. 

He was over you, flipping you to the ground and pulling what little clothing remained between you, your naked bodies now flush. Stephen moved down to your breast, drawing a nipple between his teeth and watching you squirm under him at the incredible sensation. 

“Please,” you mewed, an absolute wreck under him. 

He took his time, moving to the other nipple and repeating his actions until you were begging for any kind of release. 

“Needy are we?” he murmured in your ear, his voice low and so controlled, you couldn’t understand how he could stand it. Goosebumps erupted over your body, and he just smirked, continuing his exploration.  

Teasing a finger at your entrance, he looked to you for final approval before easing the digit into you. 

“Gods,” he hissed, moving the finger at an agonizingly slow speed. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes upon.”

He caught you in a kiss, speeding up his hand below, his thumb searching for the sensitive nub of nerves. When he grazed over the tender area, you nearly shot out of yourself, the sensation feeling downright sinful. 

Pulling his finger out, you let out another whimper, this one of protest at the emptiness inside of you. 

“Are you certain-?” he asked again, eyes scanning your face for any sign of hesitation or doubt. 

“I’ve never been more certain of anything,” you replied honestly. It wasn’t an exaggeration. You’d been a make up to this point, untouched and with no interest in engaging in such outrageous behavior.

Yet with him, you wished you could give more. Your body. Your soul. Your love. What did it matter anymore? He was yours, sitting before you and showing you through his loving car assess and sensations you’d never known before this moment. 

He eased himself in, giving you time to adjust to his length, the member much larger than his single finger. But Gods, did he feel incredible. 

You’d never thought so much emotion and pleasure could occur in a single moment. For this tiny hidden corner of the universe, you felt like your souls had collided and merged. 

It was a far cry from how Nat had told you it was. 

This was- you anticipated each of his movements, raising your hips to meet his as he crashed inside of you. Your brain couldn’t form coherent thoughts and when he started to coax something feral from within your core, you let him lead you through it. 

Pumping in time with strokes to your clit, you clenched your walls around him, pulling a hissed curse from the sorcerer. 

A few more pumps and a final circle around the sensitive area and you felt your orgasm crash over you. 

At first, you thought you’d done something wrong. Did you break something? How did this feel so incredible and overwhelming all at once? 

While you rode out your bliss, you felt his hips tighten, finishing with a final grunt.

You both stated at one another, eyes wide, trying to catch your breath. 

“Have you-,” you started but paused. “Like that before-?” 

It was no secret Stephen wasn’t exactly a virgin. He had his vows but they were against attachment, not sex, and sometimes, as he put it, the spirit needed to be revitalized. 

You’d called him a creep and moved on, but Gods did you understand now. 

“I don’t know what happened,” he blinked, looking thoroughly bewildered. “That’s... I’ve never- my gods, you’re incredible.”

He pulled out, dropping to the ground next to you with a huff. 

“I have a potion,” he muttered, pointing to the table above them. “Prevents pregnancy.”

“And here I thought you were devoted to me,” you poked him in the rib and he just laughed. 

“I am,” he insisted. “However, I’m not devoted enough to end up in the gallows for deflowering a princess who is betrothed to a ruthless king. My apologies, my grace.”

“Hm, I’m sure I can find someone willing to make that sacrifice for me,” you hummed. 

“And a fool he will be,” he leaned up on his elbow. “I still win the day. He would be hanged and I still get my princess.”

“Your princess?” 

“Has it been any other way?” he asked, quirking a brow. “Truly, if I’m mistaken, tell me. I don’t want to sound too over ambitious.”

You considered it briefly. Had it? 

No, you knew from the moment you spied those eyes at the ball welcoming him to the castle that he was your future. You just hadn’t realized what that meant at the time. 

There was no world, no life, where you could live without him by your side. 

The thought sobered you quickly, your upcoming nuptials springing to mind, the spell locking you in your private world, now lifted. 

“Would you have asked my father?” you asked. 

“In another life, we would have been married by now,” he answered earnestly. “I’m a fool for having hesitated and nearly missed my chance at an eternity by your side.” 

“And Brock?” you asked, the name leaving a sour taste in your mouth. Stephen’s expression darkened at mention of the man. 

“I’ll kill him before he touches you,” he vowed. “I will not yield your heart to such a monster, and I will stop this. I cannot risk you leaving my side. Not again, my love.”

You leaned forward and kissed him, soft, intimate, and gentle. Stephen wasn’t a fighter. 

Certainly he could fight, but you knew him well enough to know that violence was a last option after all other options had been tried. And here he was preparing to declare a one man war on your betrothed. 

Truly, the heavens were smiling upon you in this life.

(—)

Later that evening, when Stephen had returned you safely to your quarters, he met with Wanda at her cottage at the edge of the woods to discuss the next steps in the plan. 

When she caught sight of him, her expression shifted from confused to elated to-

“What is it?” he asked, knowing she’d gotten a read of what he’d been up to previously. 

“Do well to conceal your thoughts,” she warned, leading him inside. 

“Conceal what-?” he asked after her, stopping in his tracks when he saw Anthony sitting at her table, sipping at a large horn of water. 

Tony stood up, giving the man a once over, brows raised as he took him in. 

“You couldn’t wait until the wedding night?” he grumbled, dropping back down in his chair with a long sigh. 

(—)

8- a secret

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“Not me, we. We are writing Christmas letters to Santa.”

seokjin x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.4K

a/n: Hi lovelies! So I started this one with very little direction of where I was going and I’m a little worried that shows, but anyways, here’s this haha. It’s a little mix of silly Jin/Poopsie and deeply understanding of each other’s emotions and mental strains Jin/Poopsie... so yeah. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

Lifting your head from the mattress, you pushed the blankets down under your chin allowing your boyfriend’s figure to come into view in front of you. “What time is it?” You asked, Jin’s head snapping to you in surprise before a soft smile greeted you.

He was already dressed in his pajamas, his hair fluffy and appearing soft, making you want to run your hands through it. “A little after eight,” he told you, reaching a hand out to run his thumb across your cheek. “You were asleep like this when I got here.”

Inspecting your surroundings, you realized you had been sleeping with your head at the foot of the bed and you remembered coming home and resting for a moment after undressing from your work day. You must have passed out quickly, and Jin seemingly tucked you in when he arrived.

“I shouldn’t have slept,” you pouted, thinking about the chores you wanted to complete that evening.

“You deserved the rest,” your boyfriend assured you sweetly. “You’ve been stressed and tired,” he reminded you.

Sighing, you sat up on your elbows, your eyes drinking in Seokjin’s charming and comfortable appearance as he sat cross-legged next to you. “You look cute,” you complimented.

“You too,” he replied, shooting you a sweet close-mouthed smile that pushed his cheeks up adorably.  

“What are you doing?” You asked, the notebook sitting between your bodies catching your attention.

“Well I’m so glad you asked,” he started with a grin, causing you to squint at him in question. “Not me, we,” he replied with a smirk. “We are writing Christmas letters to Santa.”

“We are?” You asked, your eyes wide as Jin grabbed another notebook from beside him.

“We are,” he said simply, setting the notebook in front of you. “You get to ask for whatever you want,” he told you with a single nod. When he looked down at his own letter, you continued watching him. “Like we did when we were kids.”

The words were spoken with a soft vulnerability, the tone and sentiment tugging at your heart. You knew what he was doing as he tried to relieve your stress by taking you back to a simpler time, but as he concentrated on his list, you couldn’t help but think he needed a break as much as you did.

“Ok,” you agreed simply, picking up the pen that sat on the bed and lifting yourself into a sitting position. “We’re writing letters to Santa,” you confirmed with a nod.  

“What are you asking for?” Jin whispered, leaning forward so he was closer to you.  

Leaning even closer to him, you whispered back, “I don’t know yet.”

Humming, his eyes danced across your features. “Ask for anything your heart desires,” he said sweetly. “Whatever you want most.” Bumping his forehead against yours cutely, you giggled. “Tonight, we believe in magic.”

As he went back to writing his letter, not realizing how smitten you were with him and his words, you once again continued gazing at his stunning face.

December hadn’t been an easy month for you, as Jin was well aware. You knew Jin well enough to know that this Christmas activity was an attempt to provide you with a simple relief. A time to be carefree and childish, taking the weight off your shoulders just for a bit so you could breathe.

Jin always made things easier, and you were forever thankful for his ability to strip back the complexities of your troubles, not making them disappear, but giving you a space to forget about them for a moment. Jin was using the childhood tradition to show you that magic still exists in the small things. It existed within that very room. Within him.

“Are you done?” He asked suddenly, interrupting your thoughts. Folding his letter, indicating he had completed his Christmas requests, he looked up to find your eyes on him. Meeting your gaze, you gave him a guilty smile and a small giggle. “Have you even started?” He asked, his eyes widening as he dramatically raised his voice.

Directing your attention to the paper in front of you, you smirked. “You’re a distraction,” you told him with a pout. “It’s not my fault you’re so beautiful, you know. You just sit there and look like that and I have to somehow try to go on with my tasks, it’s harder than you think,” you complained as you began writing.

Jin’s spectacular windshield wiper laugh rang out in response to your remarks, your smile widening at the sound of it. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize,” he feigned an apology, promptly rotating his body so his back was to you. “Here, I’ll hide my face so you can focus.”

Laughing at his antics, you lightly smacked his back with the notebook. “As if your back isn’t a distraction, Mr. World Wide Shoulders,” you teased, his squeaky laugh sounding once more.

As you continued with your letter, you both let stray giggles slip, unable to stop them. “Poopsie,” Jin suddenly whispered.

“What?” You whispered back.

“What are you asking for?” He asked impatiently, peering over his shoulder at you.

“I can’t tell you that,” you teased, poking his lower back with your pen.

“Why not?” He questioned in offense, turning back around to face you.

“If I tell you, Santa won’t get any of it for me,” you told him through a massive smile, amused by his dramatic expression.

“I don’t think it works that way,” he pointed out, causing you to throw your head back in laughter. “Does it?” he asked, beaming at your amusement.

Staring at him for a moment, you sighed. “If I read mine, you have to read yours,” you relented, Jin nodding enthusiastically.

Raising the notebook to your face, you cleared your throat dramatically, Jin grinning fondly. “Dear Santa,” you read, Jin’s smile growing wider. “I haven’t written you a letter in many years. Sorry about that, I thought I had to be a grown up,” you continued, Jin’s gaze soft as he watched you carefully. “Anyways, I don’t want much this year. A pet maybe,” you said, peering over the notebook to shoot Jin a smirk, the man’s eyebrows raising at the request. “World peace would be cool. Or at least a happier world,” you continued to read, Jin nodding in agreement. “But mostly, I just want you to make sure Jinnie knows that I’ve believed in magic for nearly four years now. Because I believe in him.” As you read over the words you wrote, you found yourself becoming bashful under Jin’s watchful eyes. “I know you’re busy, so I’ll end this here. Thanks for supplying the gifts, old man. Sincere-”

You were cut off by Jin snatching the notebook from you and tossing it to the floor, his hands immediately grabbing the sides of your face as he leaned forward to crash his lips against yours. The next thing you knew, his body was pushing yours to the bed as he crawled atop you, yours and Jin’s lips passionately working to impart the love you both felt for one another.

“I’m so in love with you,” Jin suddenly mumbled against your mouth, you replying with a fond smile. “Like so in love with you.”

“You know I love you back, Jinnie,” you replied, pressing another quick peck to his lips. He pulled back, just enough to look down at your face, his gaze soft, full of adoration. “What did you ask Santa for?” You asked.  

“To be honest, I just asked for more of this,” he told you quietly, his voice soft. “More of us together, carefree,” he gave you a small smile. “It’s all I want.” The man gently kissed your cheek as you wrapped your arms around his back. “Do you really want a pet?” He asked, causing you to giggle against him.

“I think so,” you confirmed, Jin smiling fondly. “Oh, I also had a p.s. in my letter,” you told him, the man lifting is head to show you his interest, his eyebrows raised. “I asked for Santa to deliver you and the boys a Grammy,” you giggled, Jin gasping before smiling widely.

“Wow, that’s my girlfriend, everyone,” he bragged to nobody as you beamed at him. “Ok, I lied, I asked for that too,” he admitted, both of you giggling as he kissed you again.

“As you should,” you mumbled against his lips, enjoying the feeling of his smile forming on his own.

Though your mind wasn’t completely rid of your troubles, it all just felt a bit easier in that moment. Just like magic. Jin was magic.

[saphirered]

Hi! I love your pieces for Caleb. They’re all so sweet and heartwarming. Would you be interested in writing about the M9 individually in a relationship with a Druid reader? If that’s too much at once, just Caleb please? Thanks and I hope you’re having a good day :)

I hope you enjoy this one and thanks for the request ☺️!

Caleb Widogast

Your natural magic caught his eye from the very first time you used it. Caleb’s intrigued by what he may not 100% understand and he may have used his own desire to pursuit knowledge to mask his interests in you because to get a better understanding of your abilities requires getting to know you. Countless questions, conversations into the early morning hours to the point where you agreed to show him whenever you had the free time and could afford to use your spells and abilities without repercussion in a possible enemy encounter.

Every time you find yourself in your preferred environment he can’t keep his eyes off you. The peace and calmness radiating from you made even Caleb feel at ease, almost forgetting about the possible dangers lurking in the shadows. He sticks close to your side bathing in the comfort you bring him. He may not be as comfortable with pda but he can’t help holding your hand when he’s sure no one’s looking. 

When you’re alone he’s much more comfortable spending time in your arms (or take you in his) to the point where you wake up together with loud knocking at your door signing you may have slept in a little bit too long for some of the Nein’s comfort. 

It takes Caleb some getting used but a couple months into your relationship he’ll initiate holding your hand, wrapping an arm around you or even kiss you in public much to the surprise of the rest of the Nein. They wonder what you’d done to their wizard to get him to do such a 180 but you only gave him time and space to find what he’s comfortable with and what he isn’t or isn’t yet in some cases. Like the seasons things can change and once spring comes again the flowers bloom once more. Sometimes it just takes a little longer for winter to fade.

Beauregard Lionett

Beau wasn’t much into your ‘treehugger shit’ (her words) at first and may have had some strong opinions about some of your customs but she’s also a quick study and you’re hot so what was she gonna do? Not ogle you while you work your magic literally and figuratively showing off that muscle build from the harsh life in the wilds you’d lived for so long? You knew she was staring every time but any time you acknowledged it she would deny it or pretend to have a coughing fit. 

Beau’s behaviour quickly changed once she had a real talk with you finding out you were anything but a ‘treehugger’. You’re accustomed to the brutality of the wilds and the two of you can definitely relate when it comes to learning things the hard way. Up front nature may seem honest but it is very much deceiving. Your way of reading nature taught you how to read people and you got the pleasure of being so smug about teaching Beau about your ways after she finally settled down. The two of you learned to like each other and the attraction between the two of you became more than just physical. 

Despite pretending not to care or be open about her feelings Beau is anything but. Having someone to confide in without judgement or the risk of it being used against her has been a blessing. Whenever you get the chance and find a peaceful spot she always joins you for some meditation. 

She’s not afraid taking the lead in your relationship but definitely isn’t opposed to you engaging either. The two of you have a functional dynamic and while you may have your arguments you always work it out in the end because you’re stronger together than you are apart. Besides, she can’t complain when you come in after a fight to heal some of her bruises be they to her body or her ego. Neither of you have any expectations and just take it day by day but you’re together nonetheless and honestly, you could both see this carry on in the future. 

Fjord

You’re as comfortable on the ocean as you are on land. This was something very important to Fjord when the two of you became more than just travel companions and friends. While he himself may at this point not necessarily want to return to the oceans soon out of fear of his former patron he would love to return to the port sights and trade routes and he’d love nothing more than bringing you along if you’d let him. 

Learning you had quite the arsenal of water based spells was a surprise and may have left him a tiny bit salty at what he had to go through to the point he is now for a fraction of that but he quickly got over it after you eased his mind. For how confident and charismatic he may be he can be quite awkward and shy when it comes to anything to do with romantic affections, especially engaging in them but luckily you aren’t and you are more than happy to push him into the deep with his consent of course. 

While he prefers to stay somewhat by your side and may jokingly say so he can protect you like the valiant paladin he is but in all honesty you both know he really just feels safer with you close by and you’ve saved his ass on more than one occasion, a fact you won’t let him forget and if he’s deemed you’ve had your fill he’ll just trow you over his shoulder and walk away with you. You may pretend to be grumpy or upset but your facade drops quickly and doesn’t fool him but a quick kiss ‘remedies’ your ‘mood’ quickly. 

At this point he’s grown so accustomed to you being somewhere near he sleeps much easier when you’re there. He may at one semi-drunken night have told you he’s sure you keep the nightmares at bay. Fjord would do almost anything for you even if that means a dreaded shopping trip. As long as he’s with you he actually enjoys it because it means he gets to spend more time with you. Though if he had to pick a favourite it would be any time the two of you had a moment to yourself on the ship just watching the waves and the clouds, his arms wrapped around you and head leaning on your shoulder. 

Veth 

Ever the kleptomaniac she’d stolen many personal possessions of you over time but only to admire them. Veth always returned them to you in the end but she simply couldn’t help but feel the itch to have a small collection of your things to herself. Though from the moment she had you she no longer really needed the material anymore because you are more than enough; you are her treasure. Though that doesn’t prevent her from stealing from others. 

You’re her partner in crime and she loves that about you. You have her back at all times and she has yours. Besides, what’s better than summoning literal lightning to make your grand escape from the chasing guards or a carefully created slab of ice in the middle of a street. 

When she came clean about her story you reassured her many times you wouldn’t feel any different because at heart she’s still the same and you love her for who she is. 

You love helping her with her ‘little side projects’ and while you may not be an expert tinkerer or alchemist you’re pretty nifty when it comes to the natural base elements and are happy to provide a flame to heat things up, ice to cool things down or a gust of wind or two to get rid of the nasty chemical smells and dusts. You’re the perfect team and she loves calling you her ‘lovely assistant’ whenever you’re working on something together. 

Jester Lavorre

Jester fell in love with you the moment you used your druidcraft to grow some vines and trip up some grumpy man who was rather rude to her. You have a knack for mischief yourself and the two of you make quite the team. While you may not be completely onboard when it comes to her deity the two of you had a mutual understanding; Jester’s best interest and you’d work together to make the world just a little more mischievous playing non-harmful pranks to lighten spirits. 

You’ve been a rock in the tiefling’s chaotic life and keep her grounded when she needs it. You listen to her worries and she to yours and the two of you have a mutual understanding and trust. Sure Jester may have proven in the past she’s not the best at keeping certain secrets, yours she’ll take to her grave. 

Jester loves braiding your hair, simply combing through it whenever she can or twisting a strand around her finger whenever you’re even remotely within close range of her. You listen to her and engage in conversation whenever she’s read a new novel and even let her read them to you. She’s very much a hopeless romantic but it’s cute. Your visage takes up many pages of her sketchbook and no one is allowed to mess with those pages. Not even the Traveler. 

When you were introduced to Jester’s mom you were nervous knowing the woman’s reputation and all that Jester had told you about her. You couldn’t help feel nervous and wonder if you were up to standards but Marion welcomed you with open arms only after making you vow to protect her little sapphire with your life. You proved that was exactly your intend but Jester did scold her mom for that saying it’s only fair she does the same for you as you love each other. 

Caduceus Clay

To say your relationship (more like lack thereof) is ‘unconventional’ is an understatement by most standards. You’re not lovers as neither of you are interested in the romantic nor physical aspects of a relation. Though you both do love watching from the sidelines as the relations of others evolve. You’d say the two of you have more of a partnership, like the best of friends and never would it become anything beyond that and you’re both happy with that out come.

You had always been connected to nature and Caduceus couldn’t help but see aspects of the Wildmother in you. He finds comfort in your presence and familiarity whenever you’re around. Especially in more rural areas, it’s like you’re the living breathing personification of nature. You give him a sense of home and you can say that feeling is mutual. 

The two of you are often found preparing food or tea sharing an affinity and love for the subject. Though you’re a much more versatile when it comes to your actual knowledge on the subject of nature and its diversity opposed to him having been confided to one environment for most of his life. 

From the moment you were introduced to his family they had already absorbed you up into their family. You may not be a Clay by blood but you certainly are one in spirit. His parents refer to you as their child and his siblings have taken to calling you their sibling. You’ve been their long lost Clay and with the blessing of the Wildmother you truly were accepted as one. 

Yasha Nydoorin

You bonded over your mutual love for flowers. Yasha had a past she’d rather not talk about and you weren’t one to pry. Every time you notice she’s feeling down and conflicted you’re never afraid to conjure up a little bouquet of flowers to gift her, the gesture always putting a smile on her face. 

At first Yasha may seem very distant and maybe even cold but she’s very much the opposite once you get to know her. She has a hard time trusting people but over time she opens up to you and you couldn’t be more grateful and honoured she did. 

It’s always been undeniable there’s a chemistry between the two of you but neither of you felt it the right time to admit to your feelings until you were quite literally locked in a room together. You had some good talks and came to the conclusion it could be a now or never and both of you would much rather take every second you could get than regret having missed even a single one. You’re very comfortable expressing your feelings as you’re both very in touch with them but only recently have the terms of endearment and physical affection become a public display. 

You’re there for each other no matter what and issues or arguments are quickly resolved if you have any as you both know where you stand and in the end your love for each other is much stronger than some petty disagreement. 

Mollymauk Tealeaf

Molly’s always been a mystery for many and a mystery he may remain but somehow you saw right through his act and that definitely earned his attention. He’s a very physical person and wears his heart on his sleeve. You were never opposed to him wrapping an arm around you or kissing your temple whenever you did something nice for him. That’s always just been Molly but it’s the little things you notice that gave away there may just be more than friendly feelings. 

Something that both excites and frustrates him before and in your relationship is your ability to get him all flustered. Sure he can do the same to you and he enjoys it every time he does but when you use it against him he’s not opposed to pulling out the big guns. Innuendos, sappy pda and terms of endearment often lead to full on make out sessions to the point where you’re told to get a room which you happily do. 

You’ve messed with plenty of people but your favourite has to be where he pretended to be a priest of the Raven Queen and you used your druidcraft to decay blooming flowers and bring them back to life and used a little gust cantrip to blow his hair and cloak dramatically in the wind. Sure once the facade was revealed you had to leave town quickly but you giggled for weeks and even now the mere thought sends you into laughing fits. 

Traveling the world is one thing. Molly doesn’t know about his past and you’ve left yours far behind. Your home is with each other and you’ll follow each other until the very end.