#assert your dominance by kicking yourself in the bulge

[bmhcdnsms]

yandere best friend is your one and only.

x male reader

-> meant to be romantic (one-sided) but i think it can be read platoonically !

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yan ! best friend . . . who has known you since chilldhood and would rather die than be anywhere without you. he insisted on following your footsteps, going to the same middle and high school, even the same university. you met in elementary and to this day, in your young adulthood, he holds a special place in his heart for that place since it brought the two of you together.

yan ! best friend . . . who got hit by the puberty truck especially hard and had grown to be taller than everyone around him, but most importantly you. who also starts seeing the value in going to the gym daily, citing it as a direct source in making him stronger and getting him to be more competent in protecting you. he sees himself as your protector, must always be alert and in tune with what's going around the two of you so he can protect you.

"[name], you're going to get hurt doing that," he lightly scolds you, easily pulling you away from whatever it was that you were going. his inhumane strength makes it easy for him to drag you away.

"bailee, are you serious? the vending machine just ate my money! the drink had to get out of there somehow!" you complained, looking at the drink that was caught at an angle that stopped it from falling down to the latch. you were smacking the plastic glass to make it budge, to no avail.

bailee, however, saw it as you bringing bodily harm onto yourself and refused to stand by and watch any longer. hence why he took action in physically pulling you away.

"do you need ointment?" he asks, ignoring your annoyed scolding.

"i don't need ointment, i need my drink, you asshole!"

yan ! best friend . . . who makes it very obviously known that he's been the closest person in your life and knows the most about you. it's his way of establishing dominance on those nobodies that think they're your "friends" they don't know anything about you. they don't know you like he does. to think that they're under the impression that they do, though, makes him go absolutely crazy.

"[name] doesn't like that sauce on his food," bailee snarls, grabbing your order from the person's hands, "what do you think you're doing? are you trying to ruin his meal? do you not want him to eat? fucking bitch, i knew you were up to no good,"

your "friend" stands there, sputtering as they try to find the right words.

"what? you didn't know that he doesn't like that?" bailee taunts, rolling his eyes at the end as his arms bulge underneath the rolled up sleeves in anger, "of fucking course you wouldn't! you'd never be able to understand him the way i do."

what was supposed to be a relaxed day at the mall with you, bailee, and a handful of other friends turned into bailee scaring away all the other nobodies away and ending the day with you and him together.

another time bailee asserted his dominance as your best, one and only. friend was whenever he talks about you to other people. one time, there was someone that had tried slithering their way into your life and he was not having it.

bailee had entered your home with a spare key that you had given him, eager to just lay down in your bed and sleep away his stresses. balancing work and school has been stressful lately and the only proper way bailee can relax is by resting in your bed.

but why the fuck was the first thing he hears when he walks in your beautiful, melodic laughter, paired with the annoying sound of someone else's. he grits his teeth, kicking off his shoes in respect of your home, and clenches his fist by his side.

when he turns the corner into the kitchen/dining room area, he sees you sitting at the table with some random stranger sitting beside you. his eye visibly twitches at the sight.

"oh!" he breathes out, taking in the scene and forcing himself to count to 10 to calm down. "who's this, [name]?"

"oh, this is my group mate from uni. we just passed our final with the highest grade in the entire class, so i invited him over to celebrate. we got some good takeout and a cheap cake from the store to eat later!" you say with a lighthearted smile, not at all sensing the panic, dread, and rage coursing through your best friend's veins, "oh, you know all three of us were actually in the same middle school class! turns out ryan here was one of the 70 other kids in our grade!"

bailee forces a smile as he can barely keep his composure. this guy was someone you two had connections to since middle school...

'well, he hasn't known you since elementary like i have so that makes his value absolutely fucking worthless,' he thinks to himself, a bitter grin on his face.

"wow, that's really crazy how the world works," bailee laughs, looking in between you and shitface ryan with a blank look on his face. the two of you were sitting awfully close. that couldn't have been how the seats were set up to begin with..."uhm, [name] can i talk to you really quick?"

you nod immediately, telling ryan you'lll be back in a couple of minutes and bailee almost barfs at the sound of it. almost as if you're nuturing him like some father - as if you cared about him, that piece of shit ryan.

"i was kind of hoping we'd have the house to ourselves today. work and school have been really hard lately and i wanted to relax, y'know?" bailee says, resting his hands on his hips as he puts in the bare minimum in acting fatigued so that you could agree to kick ryan out.

"oh, we can stay in my room then, that way you can properly rest in yours! we will be quiet, i promise and we won't get in your way,"

bailee almost punches the wall in anger. let that absolute stranger be in a room alone with you? no fucking chance. his breathing got heavier as he repeatedly clenched and unclenched the fist at his side.

"no, that's not what i meant. i mean, i want us to spend my off day together. i need you, [name], please. i'm so tired i just need to recharge with you," bailee grabs your hand in his, mustering up a smile, "just me and my favorite boy. what do you say?"

you seem hesitant so he drives the point home with: "i just feel like we've been drifting recently. i never see you anymore..." that was completely untrue, bailee makes sure to be stuck onto you with every passing second. unless he's at work or school. so he used that as his excuse, knowing it was at least somewhat beleviable.

"but lee, i really did promise ryan-"

"promises with ryan are more important than our bond?" he asks, a hollow look in his eyes as he tries understanding what it was exactly that you were saying. "is that how you feel, [name]?"

immediately, you deny the accusation and he goes on to guilt trip you from there. he never feels good doing that to you, but there's no other way for you to see it from his perpsective.

needless to say, ryan was kicked out when you returned to the kitchen and you and bailee spent the rest of the day sitting on the couch, centimeters apart from each other, and laughing your asses off until the sun set. and when it was time to sleep, he selfishly brought you on top of him to feel your body against his.

reminder that you chose him and he told himself that you would always choose him. he was your best friend, after all. you two know each other the best.

yan ! best friend . . . who is your personal guard dog. he's actually a really sweet, kind, and considerate person!!!!...only for you. everyone else he could give less of a shit about. he slams the door behind him for every room he walks into because he knows you're not walking behind him. he doesn't give a shit about how he treats the general population of people because they're not you.

"watch where you're going you fucker," he sneers at someone as they had accidentally bumped into him, vs. "[name], c'mon, hold my hand. the place is really crowded we might get seperated from each other. and you know how i get whenever we get seperated."

"i'm not paying for my meal? this shit tasted so bad, i don't even wanna give them my money for how terrible it was! blegh!" after an outing with friends suggest that he pay his portion of the bill (as one normally should...) vs, "[name]! don't even think about paying! look, i can pay for our meal and then some dessert after. it's my treat so just put your wallet away!!"

"*has a resting bitch face*" vs, how smiley and carefree he is when he's with you. he's all smiles, giggles, and blushing cheeks whenever he's near you. but if someone were to interrput that time you have together, his rbf gets amped up at lesat 20 times than normal and he's glaring at whoever intruded on your time together as if they were a speck of dirt. he does this until they eventually get scared off by the tall, muscular man hovering centimeters behind you.

[voidofair]

getting kicked in the bulge isn't an event * it's a process *|

game grumps ask meme.

D –> That’s why you need to be STRONGERD –> So that, when they do decide to target your pelvis, you can remain standing and lord over them with your superior fortitude

[blahkugo]

𝟏 ༒ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔫𝔬 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔤𝔬𝔡𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔢

⤷ dirty valentine m.list

⤷ complete bnha m.list

katsuki bakugo — worship kink

wc: 1.9k

cw: oral (cunni), seems like dubcon at first but it’s not at all, this is pretty tame for me tbh ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

“Try me.”

They had been fighting words, spoken to provoke a reaction and nothing else. Katsuki was so sure of his strength, so utterly convinced that your quirk would have no effect on him. It didn’t matter that he’d seen it in action, watched as mountainous men and women were reduced to rubbles of their former selves. The Number Two Hero was tougher than a rookie’s feminine wiles, had to be.

And he was—at first.

The practice match had gone on like countless others, Katsuki deflecting every kick or stab thrown his way, shooting off small explosions that only roughly missed their mark. He’d been taking it easy on you, dragging on the fight until your inevitable forfeit. He’s unsure why he even bothers asking you to partake in these private spars when you never bother with your quirk; Katsuki always wins.

It wasn’t until that first rush of blood, the unmistakable tightness of his uniform, that he realized his mistake.

“Seems you’ve got a,” your brow quirks as you glance downwards, “small problem.” The taunt is thrown his way with a cackle—high-pitched and nasty—sending a cold sweat down Katsuki’s back. The mere sound of your voice spurs him to anger, clouds his vision and urges him to prove you dreadfully wrong. The dig at his size doesn’t go by unnoticed either.

Heat blooms and crests within his chest, tides rising and falling. One moment he’s ablaze, unable to breathe, much less think, as he struggles to fight through it. Seconds later, the fire is quelled, replaced by a rose-colored twinge that fogs the corners of his vision and renders him helpless against his rising concern for your safety.

With every one of your throwing knives flung his way, a rude laugh or jeer is quick to follow, and yet, your voice is soft around the edges, sinfully sweet notes prickling at Katsuki’s ears and settling deep in his gut.

Try as he might to focus on the battle at hand, Katsuki realizes he’s unable to suppress the ever-growing bulge in his pants. The nagging feeling isn’t one of the superiority complex Katsu’s grown accustomed to, isn’t the need to put someone in their place purely to assert his dominance. There’s an enticement to it, a longing to prove himself to you, to show you he’s worthy of your gaze. His punches and kicks lose their gall and– fuck, did he just take a hit on purpose?

Of course he did; he doesn’t want to hurt you, wouldn’t risk harming such a precious, ethereal being.

He goes on like this for a while, in waves of disoriented, amateur mistakes and reprieves of chastisements. He knows better than this—is better than this. But it seems the harder he struggles, the tighter your grip on him becomes.

And it isn’t just his mind. Katsuki can’t slow his heart when he glances at your pillowy thighs, bare and dripping with beads of hard-earned sweat. He can’t stop his cock from twitching when he notices the quick rise and fall of your chest, scantily-clad and practically begging to be touched.

From the edges of your fingers to the steel-tipped toes of your boots, everything about you drips seduction, compelling Katsuki to drink from the poisoned glass. Desire grips him by the throat, parches him, and burns harder and brighter than any explosion he could ever attempt to spark.

“Lust,” he finally finds the strength to choke out, calling out to you as he drops to his knees, “enough.”

The use of your hero name—as opposed to the colorful assortment of insults he usually calls you—must be enough to spark concern, because you immediately discard your throwing knives and crouch at his side. He doesn’t immediately notice you, his gut still heavy and pulsing with need.

Despite the pain, he isn’t quite sure whether he wants you to turn off the damn quirk or keep it on long enough to fix the mess you’ve gotten him into.

“Bakugo?” There’s no hint of triumph in your tone, no gloating or celebration of your ambitious victory. It’s sympathy, braided through your scrunched brows and stamped into your tooth-torn bottom lip.

It makes him furious.

In seconds, he flips you beneath him, back hitting the mat with a soft thud. “Bakugo?” You repeat, seemingly stunned by his sudden change, mouth agape as he removes his gloves. “What are you—”

And then, his lips are on you, slick with sweat and spit, the kiss all tongue and teeth as he attempts to quench the insatiable thirst you caused. He doesn’t know what to expect, but when your hands wrap through his matted locks to pull him closer, he’s satisfied; he’s worthy. If the drink is poisoned, so be it.

Katsuki allows his hands to roam as they yearned to earlier, running rough fingertips down the sticky skin of your neck. They travel further to trace circles against your heart and further still, until he grazes at pebbled nipples.

“Mmph.” Your mewl is muffled against him as you tap at his shoulder, most likely asking for a second to breathe. How long has it been since he came up for air? Katsuki’s unable to shake the fuzz clouding his brain, hand-spun sugar on your tongue keeping him placid.

When he finally lifts his head from yours, he’s unable to tear his gaze from the string of spit connecting you, even going as far as running a digit across your swollen lips. Your chest still shakes, your eyes glazed over. Bliss. Does your power affect you as well, or is he not giving himself as much credit as he should?

He’ll be damned if he allows you to upstage him yet again.

“Turn it off,” he grunts, surprised at the hoarseness of his own voice. You don’t quite answer, just offer a tilt your head and a sickly sweet, ‘hm?’ that has the blonde itching to leave you breathless again. “Shut off your damned quirk.”

At that, you let out a soft chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his face towards you once more. Your lips ghost the shell of his ear, sucking at it until he lets out a weary breath. Chills travel Katsuki’s body when your sultry voice whispers,

“Baby,” another twitch of his cock, another chill at the pet name, “I stopped using it ages ago.”

It’s all he needs to hear to pounce.

In seconds, his lips are all over you again—drinking that sweet, sweet nectar as his tongue slides against yours. It’s dizzying, mind-numbing, far more intoxicating than the charm of any quirk; even more so when he peppers kisses down your jaw and neck, the sweat-soaked skin offering the perfect balance.

The rough blonde sucks lower, and lower still, peeling off your bodysuit as he travels your hills and valleys. When you’re finally bare, he pauses to stare, a poor sinner basking in the divine for the very first time. And you? You simply relish in his attention, don’t rush him along or cover yourself from his prying eyes.

“Fuck,” he sighs, brushing a digit lazily across your waist. Your body pebbles at the contact, shivering lightly beneath him. “All for me.” He nudges your legs apart, crouching low so he’s eye to eye with your pretty cunt. “And this,” he runs a finger against your slit, watches as it glistens over with your slick, “this is all because of me.”

“Ah– Katsuki.” He smirks when your hips jerk, silently searching for more. “Please.”

Who’d allow a deity to ask twice?

He tongues you with fervor, taking his sweet time to savor every part of you. It begins with your thighs, bruised a pretty purple in the shape of Katsuki’s mouth, closer and closer to where you need him most. No matter how much you gripe and whine, threading your fingers through his wiry hair to nudge him towards your cunt, he doesn’t let up. You’re not getting off that easily—and besides, a proper oblation requires precious time and patience.

A long stripe up your slit, slow and steady, his tongue flattened against you to sop up every bit of you. He wants to be soaked, wants you to see him covered and gleaming in your essence, to know how long he’s longed for this moment. When he suckles at your clit, sparks prickle his own body, reveling in the low mewls of his name—the littles ‘ah’s and ‘oh god’s that spill from your mouth like a mantra.

Of course, Katsuki can’t quell the throbbing of his cockhead beneath his pants. He’s always been a taker, and the desire is relentless, every slight shift of his body causing him to groan, every lap at your slit making him scrunch his brows together and sigh against your bundle of nerves. But he simply settles for rutting against the mat, unable to sacrifice your pleasure—the obscene parting of your lips, the glazed over look in your eyes as you stare down at him—for his own.

“M’so—,” you whimper, panting, “so close.” Your legs tremble, thighs pressed tight against either side of his face, smothering him so that everything sounds a bit muffled. “Keep, ah- fuck, keep fucking going.”

Something about the vulgarities slipping from your lips only makes Katsuki hungrier, urging him to lap harder at you—and hump faster against the mat. At this point, the two of you are a true mess, drenched in slick and sweat and too much heat, but the sloppiness leaves him light-headed, aching for more.

“Wanna see you,” his voice is gruff and sharp as he rubs circles into your clit with the pad of his thumb, “cum all over me, princess.”

Maybe it’s the pet name, or perhaps the pressure in your gut has finally come to a head, but his wish is your command. Within seconds, you’re gushing on his tongue, crying out a long, repeated string of ‘fuck,’ and ‘oh god, yes.’

Katsuki fucks you through it, feeling the coil in his own gut pulled taut and ready to snap. The entire time, he doesn’t stop rutting against the mat, disregarding how needy he must look to you. When he cums, he does so with a loud groan, lips pressed around your clit even as you tug him away with shaky hands. The taste of you, the flash of white that sears through him, could keep him going forever.

“I can’t.” Your heels dig into his back, pushing him closer even as you surrender, “N-need a second.”

The plea seems to snap him out of his haze, glancing up at you to see tears streaking your cheeks and a soft, fucked out smile plastered across your face. “Oh God,” you mumble, hands moving to cover your eyes, “your face.”

Katsuki only raises a brow and grins wolfishly, swiping the back of his hand at his chin and his tongue across his lips to lap up what you left behind. “My face is fine. Prefer it this way, actually.”

Then he’s moving again, rising to pick you up into his arms even as you slap at his shoulder and squeal,

“Where the hell are we going?”

“The showers,” he responds cooly, smirk still glued to his face, “Need to test the limits of your quirk.”

Maybe he’ll power through it, maybe you’ll overpower him once again; he wins either way.

[tomurasprincess]

dabi finds out geten has a crush on a girl in the PLF, decides to knock that little ice bastard down a peg and cucks the absolute shit out of him. not so high and mighty now when the girl you wanted is cumming all over dabi's cock, are you, prick?

Warnings: Noncon, cucking, humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, yandere

Notes: This was such a god tier idea.

Dabi smirks when he finally notices it. The one thing the bane of his existence, has been trying to hide.

The fact that he can’t stop staring at that cute little intern, can’t stop the tent he pitches in his pants every time you turn around or bend over. 

Geten has a crush, Dabi snickers internally. And what better way to assert dominance than to take you for himself?

“Hey doll,” Dabi drawls as he walks towards you. “That icy bastard wants to see you in his office.”

You perk up immediately, heat rising to your cheeks at the excitement of Geten wanting to talk to you privately. “Did he say what he wanted?” 

“No, he didn’t, and I’m not his fucking errand boy.” And with that, Dabi walks off, hanging back enough so that you don’t notice him following behind you.

Not that he thinks you would. You’re such an oblivious little thing, so innocent. It’s going to make what he’s about to do to you even more fun.

You walk in to see Geten sitting at his desk, and you smile until you notice the look of alarm on his face. But he’s looking at something behind you, and you whirl around on your heel to Dabi walking in behind you.

He shuts and locks the door, smirking at your identical looks of confusion. You barely have time to react before you’re shoved face down on the desk, Dabi pressed against your back.

Geten stands up, activating his ice quirk and preparing to fight for you.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Dabi warns, activating his own quirk and putting it in front of your face. “Don’t want her to look like me, do you?”

Geten hesitates before shaking his head no, silently sitting back down before shooting you a look of apology.

Tears run down your face as you feel your clothes being ripped, panties shoved aside as he slips two fingers unceremoniously inside of you.

You let out a hiss of pain as Dabi snorts, scissoring his fingers apart inside of you to spread you out. 

“You disgusting bastard,” Geten snarls, fingers digging into the palm of his hand as he’s forced to watch Dabi violate the poor, innocent woman he has had a crush on for months. “Leave her alone, this is between us.”

“I don’t think so,” Dabi murmurs as he begins to push inside of you, drawing a whimper of pain from your throat. “I think you need to see what you get when you fuck with me.”

Dabi’s hand come around to grind the palm of his hand against your clit, using the other hand to tangle in your hair and force you to look at Geten. “Look at him,” he growls at you, forcing your back to arch. “Look into his eyes when I make you cum all over my cock.”

“I - I won’t,” you sniffle, tears running down your face despite the pressure building up within you as he continues to rub your clit. He begins to angle for a spot on your inner walls that has you clenching around him.

“Your girl is squeezing my cock so well,” he mocks Geten. “She has a really tight pussy, you know.” Geten’s eyes flash with impotent anger, nails digging into the palms of his hands as the sounds of skin smacking skin fill the office.

Your breasts are pressed against the cold desk, causing your nipples to rub along the surface and causing them to harden. Geten can’t stop from licking his lips at the sight, shifting uncomfortably as a bulge forms in his pants.

“Not only can he not protect you doll, he’s getting hard at watching you get fucking railed,” Dabi barks out a laugh. “Not so strong now, are you?”

“Fuck, Dabi, please,” you whisper as you feel the muscles in your lower stomach tightening. “Please, stop - “

He slips two fingers under your folds as he begins to stroke sloppy circles across your throbbing clit. “Cum for me, doll.”

You let out a choked sob as you cum around Dabi’s cock, body quivering and convulsing as you meet Geten’s eyes. You’re surprised to see not only fury but dark lust in his eyes, and you feel rather than hear the rumble of Dabi’s laughter.

“Look lower, doll,” Dabi murmurs, and you can’t stop yourself from listening. It’s then that you notice the wet spot on Geten’s pants, and how hard he’s panting as he grips the seat.

“Fucking loser came in his own pants from watching me pleasure his girl.” Dabi grunts as he pulls out, stroking himself off and painting your ass white with his cum. “You’re pathetic.”

He tucks himself back into his pants, giving a mocking bow to Geten before walking out of the office.

“Get out of my office,” the man says with rage in his voice. 

“What? But - “ 

“You’re just as disgusting as he is. I want you out of my sight.”

“But - “

“NOW.”

You startle a bit at his raised voice, turning around and walking away with what little pride you have left. 

When you walk out of the office, Dabi is leaning against the wall. “Aww, did he kick you out?” He laughs mockingly. “His pride won’t let him have anything to do with you anymore.” He steps closer, adjusting a piece of hair around your face. “But I will.” 

“You bastard,” you snarl at him, and his smirk simply grows wider.

As he walks away, he leaves you with one more parting shot. “You know where to find me doll. You’ll come crawling back, I promise.” 

[crescentsteel]

Untied

pairing: Bokuto x f!reader  genre: SMUT (with a tiny dash of fluff) warnings:  bdsm, choking, degradation, unprotected sex, me heavily thirsting over bokuto, creampie, double penetration, anal, blowjob, switch dynamics wc: 5.6k  summary: Bokuto making you 'feel better' for being stuck from a blizzard.

You were kneeling at the bed looking over the window right above the headboard of your bed, still disappointed that you and Bokuto won’t be able to go skiing like you planned.

You were really looking forward to it since he’s been really busy with training for an upcoming match. On top of that, they also had promotions going on.

This would have been the only time you’d get to go out of town and spend some quality time with him.

You were so excited the whole month prior to this. You’ve already packed too, only to receive a call from the ski resort saying that your scheduled reservation would have to be put off for a later date due to an upcoming blizzard.

The problem was, you don’t have any other free time other than the dates you reserved.

You had hoped that the forecast would be wrong but when you woke up extra cold that morning, you figured that your trip was for naught.

Stupid weather, stupid snow.

“Baby,” you felt the cushion of the bed shift while familiar arms enveloped around your waist. “We should’ve been on our way to the mountains already,” he muttered. He rested his chin on your shoulder as he joined you in watching how unforgiving the snowstorm outside was.

You sighed. Instead of cheering Bokuto up, you brooded with him, something he wasn’t used to. So instead of spiraling down further to his bad habit, he propped his head up eagerly while still keeping you within his embrace. “I would’ve been so good at it, don’t you think?”

He scurried away to stand in the middle of the bed which made you turn away from the window to watch him.

“I’d be whoooosh then nyeeeeeaaaw among the other skiers.” He squatted and swerved left and right with a lively air around him as he kicked the sheets as an imitation of him skiing, getting lost in the scenery in his head.

He only got back to the present because you giggled. “I think you’ll trip on the first try.”

He pouted as he looked at you. “Really?”

“I can see you getting too excited and slipping because of it.” You smiled a bit, which prevented him from dwelling on what you just said about him failing on the first try.

He went back to your side. “Don’t be sad anymore please, baby? I don’t like seeing you sad,” he pleaded with those puppy eyes of his.

You let out a deep breath. “It was a trip I planned for us so we could do something new, Bo,” you explained. “But because of this shit blizzard, we’re stuck here. We can’t even go out!”

He stared at your infuriated state and marveled at how beautiful you looked despite being pissed at the current situation.

He swept your hair to the side of your neck and lunged down to give you a soft peck. “At least we’re stuck together, right?”

Your irritation faltered with the enamored way he studied you. He was dismayed like you were, but you saw in his face that what’s important to him was he’s with you.

His lips made its way to the back of your earlobe and kissed it just the same. “There other things we could still do, y/n,” he whispered in your ear, causing you to shudder as he continued planting kisses on the spots of your neck that were still untouched by his mouth.

Your eyes closed at the feeling of his soft lips pressing down the sensitive skin. It almost made you forgive the universe for rewarding you with this shitty weather.

Almost.

You half-heartedly push him away to tell him just that, but as you moved to press your hands to his shoulders, his gentle kisses turned to provocative sucks while his hold on you tightened. You grasped his hair in surprise.

He raised his head, making your grip on his hair slide down to his cheek as you craned your neck to meet his eyes. He examined your face briefly before reaching for your lips.

He kissed you thoroughly with his mouth molding onto yours perfectly, gradually erasing your disappointment from the cancelled plans you made.

You pressed your body against him, escalating the passion shared between your kisses.

He responded the way you wanted him to as he grabbed the hem of your sweater to pull it up.

He groaned when he saw that there was a long-sleeved shirt beneath it, and another tank up underneath. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he complained even though he’s already back to ravaging your mouth.

“It’s cold,” you were breathless in between kisses.

“What’re you saying? It’s hot.” He responded in a similar manner. He’s naturally a warm person, but you’re certain that that’s not what he was referring to with the way his lips trailed on the curve of your shoulder.

He took off his own sweater, the only top he was wearing, revealing one of the reasons why you like his career.

You pushed him to the bed and unclasped your bra before climbing on top of him while he stilled from being enthralled at sight of your unclad breasts.

You sat directly on his clothed sex which was bulging from his pants even though you knew he wasn’t fully erect yet. You put your palms on his chest as you grinded on him.

“Oh baby, keep doing that,” he groaned with his huge hands gripping your ass to move you against him the way he wanted you to.

With all your strength, you took both of his wrists and pinned them down on the sides of his head.

“Let me do it on my own,” you whispered inches away from his face.

His eyes suddenly popped wide from what seemed like a bulb of an idea lit up on his mind.

“We can do something new,” he stated with a broad smile on his face.

You frowned, gauging what he could possibly be thinking.

He lifted his head to give your lips a soft nibble before he uttered, “Tie me up.”

You raised both your eyebrows and parted your lips in disbelief at his suggestion. Bokuto, your seemingly childish boyfriend on a regular basis but loved to rough you up in bed every chance he got, asked you to tie him up?

You couldn’t imagine him being bound by you. He had always been the dominant one. He knew just how you wanted to be had, how much hurt you could take; how compliant you were, and how willing you were to be used by him because it made you feel good too.

You didn’t believe you were assertive enough to make him think you could restrain him.

“W-why?” You stuttered. “I mean, are you sure?”

He nodded eagerly. “Aren’t you curious what it’s like to be in control?”

Blood rushed to your head with how he said it. Yes, you hadn’t thought of it, but the idea wasn’t unwelcome. As he laid beneath you, offering you to be in charge of his pleasure, your hands itched from the indecent possibilities that ran in your mind.

You released his hands and stood up to get to the drawer with your play things. Instead of under bed restraints that he usually used with you, you took two faux leather straps with cuffs at the end. This was your first time to be doing it so you figured it would be best to take it easy.

He rested his back on the headboard while he watched you get back to bed. He was about to lie  down on the futon when you stopped him. “Don’t. I like you sitting like this.”

Bokuto could tell that this was a novel concept for you, but he saw the curiosity and eagerness dancing in your orbs as you raised his one arm up to tie it to the protruded bar at the edge of the headboard.

“Wait.” You harshly turned to him from the urgency of his voice. “Let me touch you one last time before we do this.”

You smiled at him as you let go of restraints and straddled his lap. Instead of kissing you, his lips travelled to your neck and down to your breasts where he vigorously sucked one hardened bud while his hands slid down your cotton pajama down to grope your ass.

His hands clutched your butt cheeks tightly as he moved his mouth the other nipple, gaining him a pleasured moan to come out of your mouth.

He suddenly let go of your ass and leaned back to the headboard with eyes closed.

“Tie me up already, baby. Before I lose it,” he sounded disgruntled. You wouldn’t complain if he did, but you had to admit, you were more enticed to see how his suggestion would play out.

You resumed setting up the bed cuffs. You weren’t exactly sure if what you were doing was right because he’s the one who usually did it to you but it seemed simple enough with the metal locks. Even if you needed help, he didn’t look like he was up for it with his eyes still shut.

When you believed you restrained him appropriately, you went back to his lap. You brushed his hair up until your fingers grazed down his neck.

“Open your eyes, baby,” you softly said.

As he did, his demeanor went back to the sweet, loving boyfriend you knew. He must’ve been pushing back the urge to have the upperhand like he did most of the time.

“What will you do to me?” He asked submissively which made your insides churn with heat.

You kissed him tenderly before responding. “I’ll only be making you feel good, Bo.” Your eyes lingered on his lips right before meeting his gaze. You’ve been together for so long but the tension that surrounded you two at the moment was a foreign one..

If the previous kiss you gave was tender, the one was the opposite. It was hungry with want for more, your tongues clashed with one another, desperate to extract as much pleasure as you both could from a kiss. You felt him tense up, the metals of the cuffs clinking as he attempted to hold you.

“Haaaa, baby, this is hell already.”

You laughed. “This was your idea,” you reminded him before dipping down on the delicious length of his neck while your palms felt the sinewy build of chest down to his hard abs, then further down to something that was hard as well.

You crawled down, positioning yourself between his thighs. He raised his hips to help you tug the waistband of his cotton pants below his knees. His cock, which was now completely erect, sprung out.

Using one finger, you traced the length of it from the base, ever slowly to the tip where beads of precum were already present. You encircled the head with your index finger, giving him a sample of what your tongue will be doing in the next few minutes.

You gripped his shaft tenderly, teasing him by lightly hovering up and down against the sensitive flesh right before gripping it tightly all of a sudden.

“Ughh.”

You continued by following the same motion while you stuck your tongue out to act out what your finger was doing a while ago, only licking the tip while you firmly held its base.

“Suck it,” his dominance peeking out from how deep his voice went with his demand.

You were about to but you halted with the way he just ordered you to. He gave you power over him, and you were going to exercise some of it right now.

“Ask nicely,” you gripped harder while holding his intense stare.

He was taken aback with your response. He’s probably not used to you denying his command. He took a deep breath and gulped. “Suck it, please,” his eyes entreated like they did when he wanted something from you.

Seeing Bokuto as he was made your core clench. It was a different kind of high to hear him kindly say ‘please.’

“Don’t move, okay?” You knew him all too well. He can get a little too excited. It wouldn’t have been an issue if he wasn’t so big.

He nodded earnestly.

Like he asked, you engulfed his dick with your mouth, slowly descending on its girthy shaft that your mouth can never get used to.

“Yea, that feels good,” he mumbled with a sigh.

You weren’t able to take him fully, so you used your hand to cover the remaining hilt untouched by your lips and slowly bobbed your head. You dragged the warm insides of your mouth to the head then back down to where your lips met your hand. You did this in a pace that allowed you to get used to his size until you were able to remove your hand so you could swallow him whole.

“Shit, baby. Ahhh!”

His very audible moans and puffs caused your cunt to throb, but you’d wait a few more bobs of your head since you were enjoying the sounds he made for you.

As predicted, impatience seemed to get to him when he started to buck his hips causing his dick to slam down the back of your throat.

“Hmmpff.” You placed your hands on his things to plop yourself up, withdrawing your mouth off his cock and coughing a few times after.

“Sorry, baby,” he looked at you remorsefully. “Your mouth feels so good, I couldn’t help it, ” he explained.

You glared at him in response.

You stood up and took off your lower sleepwear, exposing the whole nakedness of your body to him. You headed for the drawer where you got the cuffs.

“Where are you going?” He asked worriedly but you didn’t answer.

You took out the dildo you used whenever he’s out of town for an extended period of time. When you got back in bed, he looked like a confused boy because you sat at the end of the bed opposite to him. You placed the toy just beside you where you could easily reach it.

You leaned back with one palm supporting the weight of your upper body, spreading your legs for him to see in full view the show you were about to put up for him.

“Baby, this is what you get for not listening,” you said impassively despite the malicious intent behind it.

You took two fingers to your mouth, licking them until they were coated with your own saliva. You traced your already wet slit which was made even wetter by the liquid that came from your mouth.

You kneaded your clit in slow circles then lunged two fingers in and out at a gradual pace, attending to your own pleasure that which you held in previously to provide his.

“Ooohhh,” you moaned uninhibitedly, making sure it reached his ears.

“Please come back here, baby. I can do that for you,” he pleaded sincerely with his want for you transparent on his face.

You peered at him with hazy eyes and fucking hell was he a sight. The light from the snow outside illuminated half of his body while half was darkened with the shadow it produced. He looked like a disgraced divine being in your mercy with his arms spread out and bound by you, completely unable to do what he pleases.

You want him, but you fancy seeing him in his current state even more.

So you went for the alternative and got the toy you prepared.

You slowly took the toy in your mouth, making sure your eyes were locked with him as you went deeper. You did this a couple more times before finally releasing it. You accumulated a significant amount of drool and let it drip on the phallic object.

You whine as you stretch yourself open with it, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensation, but opening them back again to get a glimpse of your boyfriend’s reaction. And you’re glad you did. It was the reaction you were aiming to get, envy towards a silly toy.

“This could’ve been your dick, Bo, but you just couldn’t wait.”

You increased the speed of your own thrusts, sometimes sticking it deeply so you could pay attention to your clit, rubbing it fiercely to send you to your peak.

When you felt like you’re about to reach it, you went back to fucking yourself with the dildo still inside you.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll do better, baby. Please! Please stop and fuck me instead,” he helplessly begged.

You watched his helpless struggle against the cuffs, his biceps more pronounced from the strain of doing so. His hips twitched violently from the lack of anything to ease his raging arousal.

But it only egged you on for you found that desperation was a good look on Bokuto.

“Y/n, baby. I need you here, please.”

You closed your eyes and let his incessant, destitute calls of your name and pleas ring on your ears, making your wrist ache as it snapped faster while you pushed yourself closer and closer to your orgasm.

Bokuto made a mistake of not setting a safe word with you. You always shortened his names to either Bo or Ko so you decided that your safe word was his whole first name since you don’t use it at all.

He’d been trying to do the same to you but it wasn’t working. You’re way too engrossed with it.

He knew you wouldn’t hurt him. You just didn’t have it in you, so he didn’t think it was necessary. Even as you tied him up, you still looked like his small, harmless girlfriend. In his head, you were still his precious sub.

But now he could see what having a taste of control did to you and to him.

He continued trying to get you back to him while he watched how your pussy kept on sucking in the stupid toy while you moaned heedlessly. He wished you hurt him instead. He’d gladly receive any pain as long as it was his dick that was jammed into your delicious cunt that he’d been salivating to. That would be a lot better than this hell you were giving him.

“Y/n, please,” he tried again.

You opened your eyes and looked at him, his hopes going up as you finally took notice of him.

But you only smirked as you closed your eyes again and continued pumping the fucking dildo in your slut of a hole.

He could feel his lust and anger spreading over him like wildfire. He clutched his own fists and planted the heels of his feet on the soft cushion. With all the strength he could muster, he pulled the restraints towards him.

You were starting to feel bad for Bokuto, but goddamn it felt so satisfying to hear him beg. You figured you’d make yourself cum one time then attend to his needs after.

The sound of leather ripping halted the climax you were almost about to reach. You immediately looked at Bokuto and saw him hurriedly remove one cuff on his wrist while the other was still on with torn faux leather hanging from it.

He discarded his pants that were pooling around his legs and rapidly went to where you were.

Before you could even react, he pulled your wrist away from the dilldo and grabbed a fistful of your hair to make you face him, causing your breath to hitch on your throat.

“You bitch. Are you fucking deaf?”

Saying that he was mad was an understatement. Gone was the Bokuto a while ago. He’s back to his dominant self and worse, he was fuming.

“Seriously, y/n?” He let go of your wrist to harshly take out the toy that was still jammed inside you, causing you to groan. “You’re choosing this thing,” he frowned in disgust at the dildo he just pulled out from you, “over my cock?”

You shook your head frantically.

“Oh, but you did,” his eyes flickered with anger as he dropped the dildo in the bed.

“I didn’t. I-I was just,” you stuttered while trying to explain what was happening earlier but he cut you off instantly by dipping his head on your neck and sinking his teeth on the flesh of it.

“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed as he pinched one nipple without any warning.

He was frightening, both good and bad. You’ve never seen him this mad that it terrified you but excited you at the same time.

With his hand still on your hair, he tugged you down to lie on the mattress of the bed. His mouth replaced his right hand that was just on your breast, hungrily lapping on it like a starved man while his left hand worked wonders on the neglected other.

Your thighs trembled from the stimulation that wasn’t present when you were playing with yourself. You tried to rub your inner thighs together to cover for the emptiness you felt but his body in between them prevented you.

Your pussy was aching to be touched from how your orgasm a while ago was interrupted.

“Bo, please,” you murmured.

He fiercely raised his gaze to you, his temper evidently rising even more. “What did you call me?”

You shuddered. You were confused since he was tied up earlier that you carelessly forgot that he gravely disliked being not being addressed properly.

“I mean, sir. I’m sorry, sir,” your voice dripping with regret.

He took both your hands and pinned it above your body.

“You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?” You could tell from the tone of his voice that you just earned yourself a punishment from him.

“No, sir,” you cowered.

“Don’t you dare move,” he instructed furiously.

He removed his grip on your wrists and spread your legs open. Then, he gripped his dick and centered it on the slickness of your slit. Your eyes beamed at delight. All you had to do was stay still and he’s going to put it in you.

He pushed two fingers in, compelling you to arch your back, but you remained still. You didn’t want to make him angrier than he already was.

He curled his digits inside you then took them out, tracing the lewd moisture present on your folds.

Instead of sticking his cock in you like you anticipated, he used the juices he scooped from you and started to pump his length.

He stared right at you with half-lidded eyes while doing so, the tip of his cock faintly rasping against your entrance.

“I’m going to jack off like this and you’re going to intently and very closely watch me spray you with my cum,” he announced as the motion of his hand became faster.

Your wide eyes from delight easily transformed to a horrified look.

“I’m sorry! I’m begging, sir, please! Fuck me,” you wailed needily.

He stopped for a second and chuckled darkly.

“I was begging just the same earlier, but did you stop?”

You stared at him speechless, but he didn’t wait for your answer as he resumed what he was previously doing.

You didn’t want to disobey him, but you couldn’t handle what he was doing as well. Tears were starting to blur your vision as you watched him pull his head back from the pleasure he was giving himself.

“Twelve,” you squeaked out. It was his jersey number from MSBY that signaled him to ease up on how he was treating you.

His hand immediately left his cock. He crawled on top of you and reached for your hands that were above your head. He intertwined both with his as his lips covered yours that were quivering.

“How does payback taste?” he muttered against your mouth.

“Awful,” you sniffled. “Forgive me, sir. Please.”

He smiled pleasantly at you. “Close your eyes then.”

You obeyed right away. He let go of your one hand. Few seconds later, something was seeking to penetrate your center. But it wasn’t the one you were yearning for. Instead, you felt the familiar texture of the toy enter your sopping wet pussy.

Your hand flew to his forcep with your futile attempt to stop him. “Your cock, please. I don’t want the toy.”

“You’ll take what I give you. Stop whining,” he commanded in full authority. “Or else.” The threat in his tone made you shut up and retreat your hand.

He didn’t have to do much as you’ve already edged yourself earlier.

“Fucking hell. Look at you about to get off already. All because of your stupid toy.” You felt his hot breath on your cheeks.

“I want y-your coooooockk-hnnng,” unable to finish your sentence as he drilled the object even faster causing you to lift your hips, rapidly reaching the maddening height of your arousal.

Bokuto could feel the muscles in your abdomen and tensing up. He knew your body all too well. Just when he felt you’re about cum, he took out the dildo, causing you to flick your eyes wide open while your cunt pulsated around nothing.

Your eyes questioned him, but you didn’t verbalize it.

“I thought you wanted my cock instead,” he feigned ignorance.

You nod hesitantly, obviously hot and bothered that he denied you of the little death you almost had, yet again. Even though your skin is flushed from the edging he did, you didn’t complain.

He patted your head, an act of praise for being back to his good girl.

“Is my pretty little slut ready for her reward?” The disappointment in your face was quickly replaced by glee.

“Yes, sir.”

He lifted himself off you to make way for what he’s going to tell you to do.

“Ass up.”

You complied immediately and got on your fours, your ass sticking out like he asked you to.

The gleam of your wet cavern was extremely appealing but he had other plans.

He pressed his member on your moist slit, rubbing it up and down its length without putting it in.

“Sir, please,” you turned your head back to look at him. “I need your dick inside me already,” you whined at which he smirked at.

“Here you go then.”

He dragged the tip of his cock up to your unprepped ass and pushed himself in. You said you wanted his cock inside you, but you didn’t specify where exactly.

You clutched the sheets of the bed, trying to ground yourself from how he’s splitting your ass open.

He couldn’t resist closing his eyes from how tight your muscles were gripping him as he sank inch by inch. “Fuck, baby.”

“Too big! You’re too big!!” You cried out while your arms spread out to the edge of the bed. He curled the hanging leather on his hand and whipped it against your spine.

“Stop acting up. I’ve fucked this hole countless times already,” he growled as he slammed his dick balls deep.

Your pained scream filled the room. He leaned down on you to deliver tender pecks on the back of your shoulder while one hand caressed your waist up to one boob and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Did I hurt my pretty little slut?”

You turned your head at him with a frail smile and watery eyes. “It’s okay. I deserved it.”

His pride inflated from how much control you let him have over your pain and pleasure.

He moved over to reach your lips, his tongue scraping against your mouth. It rendered you unprepared when he started thrusting in a languid manner, letting you feel how huge he is inside you.

You pulled away from the kiss to moan.

“That’s it. You’re such a good girl letting me fuck your ass like this.” He worked his fingers on your nipple, twisting and pinching alternately as he sped up his thrusts.

“I’m all yours, sir. Use me, hhnnnn-however you w-want.” Your eyes were murky from the carnal pleasure he was giving you. Your legs were giving telltale signs that you were about to cum.

He stopped briefly to get your perverted toy and placed it where your hand was.

“Then fuck your cunt with this.”

You puffed heavily as your shaky hands took the object and did as you were told. The insertion of the dildo caused the entrance where he shoved his dick to tighten even more.

Your high pitched moan was joined by his heavy groan.

He continued his previous ministrations until he was savagely pummeling in your rear hole, your hand matching his rhythm as you became delirious from being fucked by yourself and him.

The sheets under your mouth were getting wet from your drool as the bed creaked with how he was pounding you.

After denying you of your orgasm several times already, the impending one that’s been suspended on your groin was growing rapidly with how both your holes were being hammered.

He lifted his torso up and grabbed a chunk of your hair, tugging it lightly so you were still able to support yourself with your shoulders and one palm flat on the bed.

“Fucking whore. You like this, huh?”

You couldn’t reply with how your climax is already threatening to explode any moment now.

“Answer me!” His voice vibrating in your core, breaking the roof of your pleasure as it ascended higher and higher.

“Yes. Fuck! FUUUCCK!!”

The scream that rang out from you was similar from the one earlier, except this was a scream of sexual euphoria. Your wrist froze while he continued slamming his cock in your ass as your thighs and arms shook violently from the intensity of the orgasm you just had.

He didn’t allow you to recover. He pulled out his dick and flipped you over until your back was on the soft cushion. He gripped your knees and pushed them apart. He harshly removed the toy and plunged his dick in, causing another wail to erupt from you.

He didn’t waste any second and pummeled your pussy in a brutal pace that had your eyes rolling. You looked well-used and dirtied by him with the stupid expression on your face, and he fucking loved it.

“--‘is too much, too muuuuuuccchh,” you slurred. “S-sensitive haaaa,” you purred while you gripped his wrists to try and slow him down which did absolutely nothing.

“Don’t touch me,” he spat out. “You’re going to cum again with my dick in your cunt while I fill you up, got that?”

His vulgar words spurred you even further when you hadn’t even gotten down from your high yet. One hand went to your neck while the other on your swollen bundle of nerves where your bodies were connected.

Without being told, your hands flew to your knees to keep you spread apart for him.

“Good girl,” he breathed heavily. Your body was running on nothing but wild pleasure that made your head spin. His hand which was blocking your airway increased it even more. His fingers on your clit were relentless, flicking it too fast for your sanity.

“My slut is going to cum again for me, yea?”

His hold on your neck went to the side of your head and your scalp tingled from how he fisted your hair.

“Ahh, cumming, sir, I’m cumming!!”

Your second orgasm exploded like a broken dam, drowning everything else around you and making you thrash beneath him.

Your fucked out face and twitching pussy was the last straw for Bokuto. He tightly held your waist as he erratically drove his dick against your already abused cunt.

“Shit! Shit! So fucking good,” his moans were loud as he shot his load inside you with one vicious thrust. He was panting heavily as his dick continued spurting his cum inside you.

He settled down beside you when he came down from his high, slowly melting back to the sweet boyfriend that he was when he put an arm under your head as he pulled you close.

When both of you were able to catch your breaths, he softly asked, “You okay, baby?”

You gave repeated light slaps on his chest. “You meanie! You shouldn’t have asked me to tie you up if you couldn’t handle it.”

He let you do so and grinned apologetically. “Ehe. Sorry. I couldn’t help it! You looked so hot and pretty,” he justified blithely.

“But I liked it, baby,” his eyes turning warm as he peered at yours. “Let’s change our safe words next time so it fits both of us, okay?”

It dawned on you that he was trying to make you stop by repeatedly calling out your first name, but since he always used it, you didn’t think anything of it.

You nodded with embarrassment.

“Oh, and let’s not use leather straps with me anymore,” he said while he removed the cuff still on his wrist. “How’s that for something new?” He smiled broadly, waiting for you to tell him how it was for you.

You returned his smile. “I still preferred if we went skiing.”

“Wha-” His whole face turned upside down similar to a moping small boy to which you laugh at. It still blew your mind how he is at sex compared to how he is right now.

“I’m kidding,” you pecked his lips dotingly. “I enjoyed it a lot, Bo. It was amazing. You were amazing”

His expression perked up. “Really?”

“Mmhmm.”

He snuggled you even closer, beaming proudly as he closed his eyes. “Let’s go somewhere else after the snowstorm.”

Your heart flitted because he thought of the trip just as much as you did. “I love you, Bo.”

He planted a kiss on your forehead. “I love you too, baby.”

a/n:

Thank you @ichorizaki​ for the beta read. I appreciate the suggestion on my poor attempt of a plot hnnngg ily. Thank you @fayeiparis​, my non-hq friend who I bothered to help me fix this filth of a fic <3 <3 

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Lillesøster - Blodrettigheter: Chap 18

Chapter 18 Warnings:  Angst, Deception, Implied Incest and Intrigue

Word Count: 8,919

Setting: Viking Era

Genre: Romance/Drama/Epic

Pairing: Ragnarssons x Reader, Alfred x Reader, Aethelred x Reader (No details because it would spoil the story)

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Catch Up: Chap 1 Chap 2 Chap 3 Chap 4

Chap 5 Chap 6 Chap 7 Chap 8 Chap 9

Chap 10 Chap 11 Chap 12 Chap 13

Chap 14 Chap 15 Chap 16 Chap 17

Chapter 19 Chapter 20-A  Chapter 20-B

Chapter 20-C  Chapter 20-D Finale 1

Chapter 20-E Finale 2  Chapter 20-F Finale 3

Chapter 20-G Finale 4

You were slumbering quite peacefully when you were awakened by a flurry of kicks. At first, you tried to ignore it, hoping that things would quiet down again. But after some time passed, it was evident that your child was in no mood to remain still. So despite being out of sorts, you reluctantly opened your eyes.

“Y/N, are you feeling all this?” Ivar asked eagerly. “He is amazingly strong…just as you said.”

With darkness still settled over the encampment, the last thing you desired was conversation. Especially about something you were not only accustomed to but was keeping you from proper rest. So instead of playing into your brother’s words, you laid your head down again.

“Why are you so quiet, Y/N? The baby is doing amazing things.”

“Because, Ivar…….”

“Because what?”

“For the love of God, because I would like to sleep! Or have you forgotten than we have a myriad of duties in the morning?”

“Who cares about that?” Ivar asked, utterly indifferent to your irritation. “Besides, we will never be free of responsibilities. So moments like this will always be more important.”

He then tapped your belly again causing the baby to push a foot out. And since the movement made your skin bulge in peculiar fashion, Ivar chuckled to himself. Indeed, he was simply fascinated by everything your unborn child did. But what did you expect? After all, he had been obsessed with the thought of an heir for many years. Therefore, there was little you could do to sway him from immersing himself in the moment.

So instead of arguing the matter any further, you shut your eyes.

“Since your mother is in one of her moods, we will let her sleep.” Ivar whispered as he continued playing his little game with the baby. “But do not worry, I have all the time in the world for you.”  

Though the entire thing was rather exasperating, you understood the excitement. After all, it wasn’t everyday one could actually feel life stirring beneath their palm. Thus, you resigned yourself to dozing again, leaving Ivar to his own devices.

“I know you told me to be patient. However, I must discuss this before time comes for me to depart.” Cassandra said as she waved off a Servant from her plate. “I know the King is truly a busy man, but where is news about our child’s future titles? Because according to my knowledge, it is customary for the expecting couple to be told of such things ahead of the birth.”

“You want me to trudge up a topic that I have laid before my grandfather already? To what end?” Aethelred asked. “So he can have even more reason to treat us poorly. No. I would rather wait.”

“And if he says nothing?”

“Then to hell with him and those blasted titles. I have no desire to grovel for anything that is rightfully ours.”

Cassandra pursed her lips slightly. However she decided it best to choose her words wisely. Because despite being the same assertive woman she had always been, the Lady had learned a great deal. And the greatest of those lessons was that Aethelred was not one to be being dominated. So unlike her mother, Cassandra had to be tactful when speaking.

“I suppose anxiety has gotten the best of me as of late. However, your words ring true, my husband.” She eventually replied. Then with a sharp look, Cassandra signaled for the Servants to depart. “You are right to say we need not beg anyone. So even if King Ecbert never speaks of our child’s title, we shall keep our heads held high.”

With raised brow, Aethelred studied Cassandra’s expression And truly, who could blame him? After all, she had a penchant for being a troublemaker. Thus, he was somewhat unconvinced that she would simply drop the topic of their child’s position so easily. But when Cassandra did not flinch under his scrutiny, Aethelred was taken aback.

“Well, I am glad you finally see things my way.” He said. “With the way I am being pulled in so many directions, I have no desire for argument.”

“I should have dropped the entire matter long ago. Especially since it seems that King Ecbert is so unconcerned. But it is better late than never, as the saying goes.”

“Do not fret yourself. No matter what may come, we shall land on our feet.”

“How can you be so certain when you……..” Cassandra said before pausing. Because though they were alone in the private dining hall, she was being cautious. “I believe in your ability to do many things. However, you have lost your best ally now.”

Taking his chalice in hand, Aethelred’s thoughts wandered a moment. Indeed, though her words irritated him immensely, Cassandra was correct. Because after refusing Dorian’s Messenger, the comradery was unquestionably over. And he did not need any official communiqué to know as much.

“Perhaps I will come to regret not siding with our associate. Nevertheless, I have never been the sort to harm innocent people. So despite what that connect could have afforded us, I rest easier having refused him.”

“I suppose. But now we must depend on the Noblemen who are supposedly on our side. Do you suppose they’-------”

“Cassandra! Are you here to dine or to talk my ear off about political matters?” Aethelred snapped. “As I said many times, leave things to me.”

Though disappointed that she could not express her notions further, Cassandra relented. Because no matter what Aethelred felt, she was determined to assist him. And if that meant doing terrible things in secret, so be it. Because the priority now was to elevate their growing family. A goal that inevitably would mean dealing harshly with the person standing between them and the throne.

“Get the bastard to his feet.” Rollo barked to one of his warriors. “He may not loosen his lips for you, but he will for me!”

Though you had given instruction for Aruyan captives to be treated well, your Uncle was slowly undermining that order. In fact, with the latest battle now over he was finding amusement in tormenting them. Obviously, he claimed it was all in an effort to gain information; but Sigurd and Hvitserk were unconvinced. And they were not the only ones. Because as he stood nearby eating his meal, Floki eyed Rollo with disdain.

“Uncle, what are you doing?” Bjorn asked as he approached the campfire.

“Do you not have eyes, boy? I am going to beat some respect out of this arrogant Christian. And when I’m done, I’ll consider letting him live long enough to give up valuable information.”

“You can’t do that! I may not like the rules laid down by my sister, but this is her war. These men have surrendered, so they are to be transported to Stolf Cross Valley. They are no longer our concern.”

“Look here.” Rollo replied angrily. “You may be a man now, but it doesn’t mean you know everything. I’ve been raiding and warring long before you learned to hold an axe. So, so step aside.”

Fed up with how things were progressing, Floki clicked his teeth before slamming his bowl down. He then glared at Rollo and asked what he hoped to accomplish. After all, the battle had been won decisively. And even better, they seized a massive cache of weaponry meant for the enemy reserve. So after such a blessed day, the shipbuilder asked Rollo refrain from further stupidity.

But as always, the Lodbrok brother was not one to heed advice. Especially from someone he disliked.

“Keep your words, Floki.” Rollo replied sharply, waving his axe in casual fashion. “My brother may find you amusing to have around, but I have no use for you.”

“And what will you do…strike me down as I eat my meal? Or perhaps you’ll stab me in the back as you have done to Ragnar on many occasions?”

Angered at being reminded of his many betrayals, Rollo eyed the shipbuilder. And the gaze was so menacing, Ubbe decided it was best to calm things. But like his brothers, his words also did little to make things better.

Indeed, someone had to make Rollo see the error of his ways; the sooner the better.

“You have every right to solicit information from the prisoners.” Athelstan interrupted. “But harming them will do little to harvest useable evidence.”

“And how would you know, milksop? Did you read about that in your Bible?”

As the gathered Norsemen and Shieldmaidens’ laughed heartily, Athelstan remained serious. Certainly he was not the most experienced when it came to warfare. However, as a man that once serviced Lords and Kings, he had some knowledge. Particularly that prisoners gave false confessions when put under duress. Thus Rollo would gain nothing from torture.

“You are the highest-ranking Commander in the vicinity at the moment. So I do not propose to tell you how to proceed.” Athelstan said with a respectful nod. “However, you would not only be wasting your time, but-----”

Angered that his brother’s lackey was still talking, Rollo closed the space between them. He then tapped the blunt side of his axe on Athelstan’s chest.

“Be gone Christian! Or I’ll finally give you that beating you deserved back in Kattegat!”

“Uncle, there is no need for all this. You’re-----”

Sigurd quickly found himself stopped by Hvitserk. Because despite the other Ragnarssons wanting to play peacemaker as well, it was hopeless. Mostly because Rollo had been drinking nonstop since victory was proclaimed. Therefore he was rather intoxicated. And he was always hopeless to rationalize with him in such a state.

“Making more friends, Rollo?” Gunni said with an amused expression.

Though the day had been grueling, your childhood friend was still rather jovial. And honesty, it was typical for him to be upbeat no matter the situation. So after dismounting and realizing a confrontation was at hand, Gunni couldn’t help himself.

“Why do you have an axe at Athelstan’s chest?”

“Mind your own affairs! As I told my nephews, none of this concerns you.”

“Actually, it does. Because from what I can tell, I’m the only King in the vicinity at the moment. So perhaps you should consider my question once more.”

“Look here, I am going to do as I see fit!  And since my garrison captured these men, they will be interrogated before I hand them over.”

Aggravated by the stupidity of his drunken Uncle, Sigurd clarified that Rollo intended to torture them. Strongly reminding those gathered that you were against it. And you were so adamant in that stance, you added it to the War Charter. To which, the other Ragnarssons nodded.

“Oh, I see. You boys think a little bit of hair upon the chin makes you warriors? Rollo asked with a laugh. After sharing a brief chuckle with one of his men, he looked to Gunni again. “You best tend to your own warriors and drop the subject.”

“Or what?”

After pushing Athelstan aside, Gunni stood before your Uncle, his gaze determined. You may have been absent from the battlefield, but your wishes still held water. Especially since you told your Commanders that you had to set yourself apart from Dorian. And things like torture were his tactics, not yours. Therefore, Gunni meant to see your orders upheld.

“So it’s a fight you want?” Rollo asked smugly. “Trust me, young KING, I can skin you before you even blink an eye.”

“Then by all means, prove your words.”

“Aye, you have a death wish, do you?”

“Call it whatever you like! But I’m not going to let you touch these men. Not because I care for their fates. However, they are Princess Y/N’s prisoners, not yours!”

The air suddenly went thick with tension; everyone’s focus now upon Rollo and Gunni. And though his Personal Guards began to circle the pair, your friend waved them off. Because despite being of higher title, he was not the sort to hide behind others. Thus, it was clear to everyone that a fight was likely inevitable. Because neither man would tuck tail and run.

“What is this?” Ragnar asked as he approached with Lagertha and her husband, King Osvald. After throwing his hands in the air in confusion, he eyed his brother. “Can someone please explain why what is going on…or should I guess?”

There was some silence. But since he was always spoiling for a fight, Rollo declared it none of his business.

“But since you’re curious, I was about to teach King Gunni a valuable lesson.” He added with a forced grin. “So if you don’t------"

“And may I know what exactly that lesson is?”

“I may not be some fancy King, but I am not the one to piss on. So maybe after we sort things out, Gunni will learn to keep out of my business.”

‘Hmm, and what business is that?”

Wanting to curtail things, Ubbe told Ragnar about Rollo’s intention to torture the Aruyans. Therefore it was the reason they were still there instead of at the tents designated for prisoners of war. Obviously, it took your father a moment to absorb the information. Not because he was in any way attached to anything that was occurring. However, he wanted your wishes to be respected; despite disagreeing.

So after a heavy sigh, he glanced at Rollo.

“None of us will forego what was written in the War Charter” Ragnar said. “And as long as I am the Head Commander of these Armies, my daughter’s wishes will be respected. Is that understood?”

“Are you trying to give me an order?”

“Of course I am! And I say that not only as your Superior, but as your King.”

As soon as the words left Ragnar’s lips, everyone braced themselves for the worst. Because the truth was, the Lodrok brothers had a rather combative relationship. One that showed no signs of getting better despite the passage of time. For some reason, it was a relief that Rollo simply chucked in response.

But just as he was turning to walk away, he stopped and faced Ragnar again.

“You have always talked down to me. But not today. If you’re so keen on making me bend to your will, prove it. Fight me like a man.”

“Actually, I would, if you weren’t full of mead as always. But since I never fight drunkards or fools, I’ll let you live.”

That was it! And even Athelstan knew there was nothing he could do to stop the inevitable. And perhaps, it was high time the brothers finally cleared the air between them. Thus, when Rollo walked up to Ragnar, no one said a thing.

“You know something, I wouldn’t be so smug. You’re only King because of the help I gave for many years. If I wanted-------”

“If you wanted, you could have been King for a week before Kattegat went to hell.” Ragnar interrupted. “You think that being the loudest makes a good leader. But if that were the case, you wouldn’t have been fooled by so many in the past. So please, save your boating for someone else.”

Without warning, Rollo swung, his fist connecting with your father’s jaw. And before anyone could grasp what was occurring, the fight had finally begun. Obvously, Gunni’s initial instinct was to look at the Ragnarssons. But when he realized that they were resigned to letting things play out, he remained silent.

And the fight most certainly did. Because in spite of Rollo’s height and weight advantage, Ragnar held his own. In fact, he was more controlled in his strikes; to the point he was soon doing most of the offense. So inevitably, blood was drawn.

“You’re an idiot who doesn’t know when to quit. But today, I’ll make you taste your own blood enough to shut that mouth. Maybe then you’ll finally learn your place.”

“Oh, like you tried with your Christian Queen way back when?” Rollo asked in amused fashion. He then spit a steam of crimson to the ground before rubbing his jaw. “Aye, I think you hate me more than ever because you know the truth."

“You speak like a typical drunk!”

“No, I come from a place of truth. And the fact is, you still question who Y/N truly belongs to. Me or you.”

That was all Ragnar needed to take Rollo down. And as the two of them tumbled to the ground, he let off a volley of blows to Rollo’s face. Indeed, this was no regular disagreement. Your father was completely fueled by white-hot rage, so he meant harm.

“Father!.” Sigurd yelled as he rushed over. “He’s had enough.”

Upon seeing him do this, the other Ragnarssons decided it was best to help. But as they pried the men apart, Ragnar had a final warning.

“I will kill you one day, Rollo! Mark my words! I allowed you to torment my mind for years, but Governess Yasmine set things straight. And as much as she hates me, there is no reason for her to lie. Y/N is my daughter and the next time your claim otherwise, I’ll blood eagle you myself. Relation or not!”

And with that off his chest, Ragnar departed with Athelstan, Lagertha, King Osvald and Floki in tow.

“Remember when I said that girl would be trouble?” Your Aunt said as she stared across the gardens from the balcony.” Well, there you have it. She even walks about our castle as if she truly believes herself Queen.”

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, love. But in a way, she is. Because in spite of our objections, Dorian did make her Queen Regent.”

“Are you here simply to vex me…or to help?” If it is the latter, you can return to whatever you were doing. My headache is enough without any jesting at the moment.”

With an apologetic look, your Uncle declared that he was merely attempting to tighten the mood. A tactic he hoped would have cheered her up. After all, from where he stood, Valentina was rather harmless considering all things. Unfortunately, your Aunt did not share that sentiment.

“My darling wife, you are right to be concerned. In fact, it is a sign of how much you love our kingdom and our son. However, we cannot keep with the infighting. Each time you and Valentina are in the same room, I fear an argument will erupt.”

“Why should I give her any leeway? You seem to have forgotten that the girl refused simple advice. And even worse, she went through with her plan to write Princess Y/N again.”

“Is it such a terrible slight?” Your Uncle asked with some frustration. He then took a deep breath, knowing his next words could stir an argument. “She is a mother now; just as you are. So in my mind, she is likely seeking peace for the sake of Dorian. Or do you not think there is possibility that Arwyn could grow up without a father?”

With neck snapping his direction, your Aunt glared at your Uncle, And after an uncomfortable amount of time passed, she demanded he never say such negative statements again. Indeed, your Aunt was a prayerful woman, however, she also had other beliefs. And since the old religion of Arundel was steeped in superstition; his words were an affront.

“Edward, I told you about such declarations! Whatever a man speaks is no different than prayer; for the old Gods know no difference. Therefore, I will not allow you to manifest evil towards my son!”

“Our son.” You Uncle corrected her straightway. “I am also his parent, though you seem to forget it often enough.”

The two of then locked eyes in a silent standoff. Truly, years of your Aunt’s dominance and War was causing buried emotions to playout. And it was little wonder that this was finally occurring. Because after being the domineering woman she had been since they met, your Uncle Edward was having reservations. Not that he no longer loved his wife; but the eyes of his understanding were opening.

“I do not wish to fight, Jayne-Marie. Because without question, you are one of the most resilient people I have ever known. However, we cannot be so narrow-minded that we cannot see the writing upon the wall.”

“Do not stand there and speak riddles to me! I’m not a blushing maiden that crumbles under the weight of her own emotions. So if you have something to say, be done with it!”

Naturally, Edward expected such a retort. Because of all things his wife detested, being questioned was the highest on her list. In fact, he found it difficult to do anything outside of agreeing at all times. Even when he had other ideas or notions. But this time, he hoped things would be different.

“We are at War, one that I personally wished would have been avoided.” Your Uncle began. “God knows I tried in earnest to advise Dorian away from bloodshed. But as always, my influence is nothing compared to yours.”

“And what is that inferring…that I am some sort of villainous mastermind?”

With a shake of the head, Prince Edward declared that he meant no such thing. However, he clarified that she was the only person Dorian respected. And for that reason, he went to War despite most of the High Council wanting a peaceful resolution. For instance, the suggestion that he propose marriage before your vows with Alfred.

“Are you senseless?” Your Aunt asked with an incredulous laugh. “Our son asked Y/N to do just that. But if you recall, she not only refused, she threatened him during the parlays.”

“And who’s fault was that? Because if memory does not fail me, I asked that he extend the proposal before she became betrothed.”

“Yes, yes, yes, you did! But what does that matter?” Your Aunt replied. “If you truly knew my sister, you would understand why things played out as they did. And trust me, Y/N wouldn’t have agreed no matter what the circumstance. She is obstinate.”

“Apparently, she is not the only one.”

Though the Prince wouldn’t have said such a thing in the past, he was frustrated. So as your Aunt glared at him, he focused on the gardens in the distance.

“Jayne, you know how much---”

“Do not speak to me! Had it not been for our positions, I would speak freely! But since we are expected to lead by example, I will see to my duties instead.”

“If you like, I can join you. For I am done with my responsibilities for the day.”

With a scoff, your Aunt motioned for the Royal Guard. She then departed the Great Library without speaking another word.

The morning had been wonderful thus far. Because for the first time in weeks, you had a semblance of an appetite. So after first visiting with the Maester’s caring for Cousin Armin, you sat down for first meal.

“Y/N, you are peculiar.” Ivar said as the Servants busied themselves setting plates before you. “First, you are repulsed by everything but now graze like a cow.”

With cheeks full of sweet bread, you laughed inwardly. Indeed, he spoke no lies. For you were so famished, you kept placing various foods upon your platter. And honestly, it was wonderful to not be repulsed for once.

“I cannot blame you for thinking I have lost all senses.” You said before sipping watered-down ale. “But you can’t possibly understand my excitement. Because after weeks of surviving on porridge and rolls, the nausea is gone.”

“Was it that severe?”

“Oh, it was awful. In fact, it was far worse than anything I experienced with Edwyn and Gyda. That is why I intend on eating to my heart’s content.”

With a smile, Ivar agreed wholeheartedly. And to prove it, he placed more honeyed bread on your platter. So as you continued partaking, you felt more optimistic than the day before. Especially since Sir Ronan and the others had agreed to your plans. Which meant you could now inform Ivar about it in person.

“What would you say if I had yet another plan to bolster our efforts?” You asked hesitantly. “And before you say no, give me opportunity to explain myself first.”

Obviously, you never hid anything from one another. But ever since Ivar found out you were expecting his child, he was overprotective to a fault. Which is why he even refused to lay with you for fear of harming the baby. A common superstition held by man about expectant mothers. However, you never expected Ivar to reject you outright.

“Ivy, did you hear any of what I said?”

“Of course, I did. But I was ignoring you on purpose.”

“Why?”

“Because I know you, Y/N. And my instincts tell me that I will be against it. That is why I’m going to continue ignoring you until your drop it.”

“Well, I will not drop it.”

As you stared in his direction, Ivar sighed. Because in spite of his efforts to ignore you totally, he was finding it difficult. Still, he had to try. So instead of giving you his undivided attention, he changed topics.

“Y/N, before you run off your scheme, there’s something you must know. As I said, my men should be arriving at noontime. But they are not simply delivering prisoners of war.”

“Oh, and what are they bringing?” You asked. “Have more spies been discovered within our ranks?”

With a solemn expression, Ivar stopped eating. And without mincing words, he informed you of Alfred’s sudden illness. Adding that he had been tasked with escorting him safely to encampments. Indeed, it took a moment to process the information; for you had feared that very thing. After all, everyone knew of the Saxon Prince’s frail health.

Nevertheless, you were miffed that Ivar said nothing about it before.

“Why did you not tell me the evening last? You were with me all that while but failed to divulge my husband’s condition?”

“My husband’s condition.” Ivar mimicked. “Do you know that I was the one who recommended that he be brought back in the first place? Alfred wanted to be looked after there, but I knew it would be a death sentence. So when your irrational anger settles, perhaps you can thank me.”

“Thank you? Who do----”

“You know that I could have stayed out of it completely, Sure, Aethelwulf would have sent him here eventually. But who do you think could protect him better upon the road…my men or those Saxons?”

You were still wearing an unpleasant expression; however, Ivar was right. No one was more aggressive than Ivar’s band of Shieldmaidens and Warriors. So with the journey to Stolf Cross Valley being precarious, Alfred was in capable hands.

“And before you say anything, I had nothing to gain from helping Alfred. I only did it for you.”

You wanted to remain upset, however you found yourself unable to do so. Because the truth was, Ivar never assisted anyone if it didn’t benefit him directly. But when it came to you, he often did things that were out of character. For that reason, you thanked him for being considerate.

“Hmmm, so now you want to play nice?” Ivar said. He then took some chicken from your platter to prove he was no longer offended. “Maybe if you let me finish eating, I will accept the apology.”

“Good, but I am still going to tell you about my idea.”

“No!”

“And why not?”

“Because you are with child and should focus on only that.” Ivar replied.

As always, you understood his motivation for protecting you. But after Armin’s injury, your desire to end the war was at an all-time high. Because despite outward appearances, you feared losing anyone; especially your cousins and brothers. For that reason, you ignored Ivar and began telling him of your plan. And though he kept interrupting, eventually you saw realization in his eyes.

“Wait, they all agreed?” Ivar asked, his brow raised in peculiar fashion. “I do not understand why Sir Ronan would want to assist you.”

“The same reason he aided Lancille in returning Edwyn. Because he is a trustworthy Aruyan of valor.”

“Trustworthy? Is that why he’s been siding with Dorian despite knowing how he became King?”

“You have every right to be cynical. However, you do not understand how my people perceive life. Because even if many desired to turn against my Aunt, they would fear destabilizing our kingdom. Which is why I must curtail things to win the hearts of those who are undecided about my birthright.”

Ivar mulled your words over as he continued eating. And naturally, he still disliked you interfering in such a dangerous situation. Because if any harm came to you, he would never forgive himself. Nevertheless, he understood that you were refining your skills as a leader. For that reason, he could not dismiss your logic entirely.

“Alright, Y/N. Let me finish and then we can discuss things further. But in the meantime, have someone fetch Lancille and Bolverk.”

“Why?”

“Because silly, if I am going to back you, we must keep you safe. And those two have done a respectable job so far.”

Once you and Ivar finished partaking of first meal, he informed you that he would rest a while.

A notion that did not surprise since he spent the previous evening watching you sleep. So after agreeing to the meeting time with Lancille and the others, you exited the Great Hall. However, you hardly had time to bid Ivar farewell when a man rushed over. And after pardoning himself, the guard let you know that Alfred had been taken to the tents already.

So after hasty parting words with Ivar, you went in search of your husband.

Obviously, the thought of Alfred’s illness now clouded your thoughts. Because despite how things started, you truly loved him. In fact, he replaced Aethelred in your heart long ago. And sure, you still had feelings for the elder Saxon Prince; but it was no longer in the romantic sense.

“Take care, Princess.” Bolverk said as he grabbed hold of your arm. “I have no desire to fight King Ragnar.”

“Gratitudes.”

“Just take time before that cumbersome gown makes you stumble again.”

With a quick smile in his direction, you slowed your steps. Indeed, you had been so preoccupied in your mind, you nearly lost balance. But mercifully, Bolverk looked after you as Lancille would have done. And for that, you were grateful.

“By the way, my brother has agreed to my strategy.” You announced. “So once I spend time with my husband, we shall hold session in the War Room.”

Though his brow furrowed in surprise, Bolverk nodded. Because after getting to know you over the past months, he believed in your cause. And not simply out of a sense of duty, but rather as a friend. After all, you were still one of the few people that knew he was a Prince.

“Do you not miss home, Bolverk?”

“Aye, I do.” He confessed with a hint of wistfulness crossing his face “I often wonder how my siblings and parents are getting on.”

“Then why not reach out…so they know you are alive and well? At the very least, you can send word at war’s end.”

“Perhaps I will take that advice, your Highness.”

When you replied that it would make you happy, Bolverk smirked to himself. Because in many ways, you reminded him of a certain cousin. And like you, she too was an old spirit in a young body. Thus it amused him that two people could be so alike but from different worlds.

“What is so humorous?” You asked, taking note of Bolverk’s expression. “Do I have crumbs on my face?”

“No. I was only thinking of someone you resemble in personality.”

“Is that a good or bad thing?”

“Good, Princess. Because like you, she is strong-willed and will likely outlive everyone.”

“He likely will not hear anything you are going to say, Princess.” The elder Maester said as you sat upon the bed. “However, I’ve always felt conversation with such persons could prove beneficial.”

Poor Alfred. Every time things seemed to be going well, his strange ailment always ruined things. So as you took his hand in yours, everything around you faded away. Truly, you had a great deal upon your plate. But none of it was more important than focusing on Alfred in that moment. Because as he laid there before you, Gyda and Edwyn came to mind.

“No! I must not feed into the negative forces of this world.” You chastised yourself. “Too many people are depending on me to rise to the occasion. And I shall do just that, come hell or highwater!”

And it was a good thing that you calmed yourself. Because with three relations to worry about, it would take little to lose composure. But at the very least, Armin and Margrethe seemed to be on the mend.

“Alfie, they say you likely cannot hear me. However, you must know how much I appreciate all you have been. For we have been at odds as much as we have been agreeable. Yet you still manage to bring a smile to my face. In fact, you are dearer to me than you will ever understand. So if I have not said it enough, know that I love you.”

Obvously, the Prince remained as he was. His expression soft, almost as if trapped between this world and the next. But in spite of this, you remained strong; not only for him, but for your children. So instead of becoming emotional, you kept stroking his hand in tender. And before long, it felt as if the world was standing still.

“At the very least, I have a moment to myself.” You thought as you sighed inwardly. “And God willing, I shall soon return to my own homeland. Because this war Aunt Jayne-Marie wanted shall end on my terms.”

Thus, you remained there a while; simply watching over your comatose husband.

When you finally appeared in Great Hall, everyone was already awaiting your arrival.

In fact, it had been a Page that came in search to remind you of the time. Because after lingering at Alfred’s bedside, you also visited with Margrethe and Armin. And truly, you never thought the day would have come where the former Thrall was not an irritant. But somehow, she had settled down in her ways. To the point, she thanked you for being kind despite her frail state.

“Forgive me. However, I cannot leave my niece to Attendants the entire day.” You said as Lancille pulled a chair for you to sit. And after adjusting a sleeping Thyri in your arms, you glanced around the table. “I see everyone is accounted for. So, let us begin.”

Unsurprisingly, the men were unaccustomed to having a child present during such meetings. But since you were far above their stations, they all remained silent. So as you gave the floor to Lancille to explain the entirety of the plan in detail, everyone focused on that instead.

“If I may be so bold, there is something I need to know.” Spider interjected. “Will I be permitted to ride upon a steed as well?”

As expected, the very sound of his voice irritated everyone. And none moreso than Lancille and Ivar. But you had no time for personal gripes. Not that you had any affinity for the former Spy Maester. However, what was before you was greater than all of you. For the very future of Arundel would shift depending on who won the war.

So instead of feeding into the negative tension, you chose diplomacy.

“I still hold many reservations about your person, Lord Findlay. However, to prove the point to the prisoners and my cousin, we must have total solidarity. Thus, you shall be allowed to ride upon a steed.”

“Gratitudes, your Highness. I truly look forward to playing my part in this endeavor.”

“But make no mistake. If a hint of deceit makes an appearance, or you even feign escape, I shall have you cut down and fed to the birds. Do you understand?” 

Though your words were harsh, Spider nodded in acknowledgement. Nevertheless, Boris was not so keen on letting him off so easily. After all, the Mercenary had spent a great deal of time with the Spy Maester. Therefore, he knew that the man only did things to benefit himself. Meaning that if opportunity presented itself, Spider could betray everyone.

“Look here.” Boris said to Spider with his usual lightheartedness. “If you so much as breathe the wrong way, I’ll cut you down. Because it’s been awhile since I have bloodied my swords.”

Though you had not expected it, you were grateful that the foreigner would keep an eye out. Because it meant you had yet another person to watch over the sneaky Lord. So with that resolved, you motioned to Ivar, informing everyone that he would be the leader moving forward.

“With due respect, Princess Y/N.” Sir Ronan said. “In spite of our shared objective, you know Aruyans would never follow a Norseman.”

“You are absolutely correct. And that is why you will ensure that things remain orderly.”

After explaining Sir Ronan’s part further, you then to Levi and Channer.

“And you two will assist him in keeping our people in line.”

“Forgive me, your Highness.” Levi said with some reservation. “But unlike Channer, I am hardly trained enough to be in proximity to a Knight. Perhaps, I can do something more fitting of my station.”

Obviously, you understood the concern. Because as a footsoldier, he wasn’t exactly special in the grand scheme of things. Yet from what you knew of him thus far, Levi had a gift. After all, he was the only one brave enough to tell you about the mistreatment of his fellow prisoners. So in spite of his apprehension, you knew he had the makings of a great orator.

“Levi, you remind me of my cousin, Armin.” You said. “Though inexperienced, you are valuable. And since I will be addressing the prisoners, I need you at my side. Because if we are honest, the men do not know me very well. However, they hold you in high esteem. So what do you say? Will you consider assisting me in swaying the cynics?”

With everyone staring at him, Levi’s blue eyes fell upon the large map. Indeed, when he volunteered for King Dorian’s armies, he only did so for coin. Not because he felt your cousin a good leader. And it was a difficult decision to leave Arundel. However, the pay was too tempting and would go far in paying off family debts. So Levi had been doing all he could to fight well and keep to his place.

But now, fate had put him in a strange position. Because in all his life, the young man never imagined sitting with Highborns. And it was both thrilling and terrifying.

“If you are not up to it, just spit it out.” Ivar said impatiently. “We don’t have all day for you to dally.”

You wanted to slap him. Because despite telling Ivar many times that Aruyans were prideful, he was being a lout. Thus, you were miffed that he was pressing Levi for no reason. Indeed, you wanted to say as much. But since doing so would only display friction, you simply kept focus on Thyri.

“Well, what is it going to be, Levi?” Ivar snapped.

“I…….I will do it, your Highness. I shall assist Princess Y/N in any way I can.”

Though the meeting went well, you asked Lancille to walk a moment. Not only to hear his thoughts, but to discuss other matters.

“Do you think I am being foolishly optimistic, or do you think this plan will work?”

“Princess, you are many things, but foolish is none of them. Because had I thought of it myself, I too would have suggested using our countrymen against Dorian.”

“Then you agree that we might sway those still with him?”

With a nod of the head, Lancille declared that all things were possible. And with Dorian’s tenuous hold on power, you could very well cause his armies to turn on him. Especially since many of them were still angry about your Uncle’s execution.

“I often wonder if it is all my fault for making Prince Aethelred my War Maester. After all, it was his imprudent behavior that led to the entire ordeal.”

“Aye, he was unwise to send men to parlay’s without your approval. However, the fault still lies at Dorian’s feet. For it was he alone that chose to end Sir Alcanore’s life.”

As you adjusted Thyri over your shoulder, you admitted that Lancille was right. Nevertheless, you still could not forgive Aethelred for what occurred. Because had he not placed your Uncle and his men in harm’s way, none of it would have occurred.

“It is always difficult when we lose those we love.” Lancille confessed. “Especially when it is unexpected. But at the very least, you still have your cousins are they have their father’s honor.”

“And that is why this war must end!”

You then stopped walking and sat upon a nearby stool. But as you attempted to give Thyri to one of the female Attendants, she clung to you. Likely because she finally awakened and was now irritable.

“I know I must go and visit with my sister-in-law. However, there is something you must swear to me.”

Naturally, there was nothing Lancille would not do to make you happy. Especially since he vowed as much to your late mother. So as he waited for you to speak your mind, his expression softened. And perhaps, he expected you to speak of duty. Either to your children or Prince Alfred. But much to his surprise, you dismissed Bolverk and his men for privacy.

“Lancille, please take a seat.”

“Gratitudes, Princess. But I do not mind remaining on my feet.”

“If you do not sit, I will embarrass you by telling everyone how terrified you are of dolls.”

Though amused, Lancille managed to hold his laughter as he obliged. He then looked you in the eye, wondering what was so secretive.

“You have been more than a Personal Guard.” You began as Thyri held to you even firmer. “And with the passing days, I have thought about our friendship, and how indebted I am.”

Unsurprisingly, such words made Lancille feel rather uncomfortable. Because when all was said and done, he was doing his duty. However, he did not interrupt. For though you were sociable, he still knew his place.

“I have pondered the value of mothers since losing my own. And knowing that yours was forced to flee Arundel due to your loyalty has given me pause. In fact, your poor sisters also had no choice but to leave all they knew. So after much prayer, I have come to a conclusion.”

When Lancille gave you a confused look, you called for Bolverk. And upon him arriving at your side, you asked that he have Father Crispianus brought over.

“Is something wrong, Princess?” Lancille asked.

“Take heart, all shall be made clear soon enough.”

So as you both awaited the Priests arrival, Lancille wondered what you had in store. For it seemed you were always full of ideas. And he was absolutely correct, because you did have something to bestow upon him.

“Afternoon, your Highness.” Father Crispianus said when he appeared. He then handed a document with your seal to Sir Lancille. “I think you will find this to be of great interest, Milord.”

“What is it?”

“Should I tell him, Princess…or would you like to do the honors?”

“You may tell him.”

With a smile, Father Crispianus informed Lancille that at war’s end, he was no longer beholden to his vow. In fact, he would not only be a free Knight’s Paladin, but one of elevated station. Because regardless of whom won, he was due a tidy sum of gold. More than enough to look after himself and his family.

“And if God is kind enough to give us victory, you will be forever known as Sir Lancille Kensington, Lord of Tawton and Baron of Haverford. And of course, the property and lands your Uncle stole will be returned as well. So keep that document well, young Master.”

As the last bit left Father Crispianus’ mouth, Lancille took a deep breath. But that was to be expected. Because the truth was, the rivalry between his father and Uncle had cost his family dearly. In fact, most of their wealth was erroneously seized through this feud. And upon the elder Kensington’s death, Lancille’s family lost the last of their estates. Which was why he and Sir Mansfeld hardly saw eye to eye.

“Princess Y/N, you have given me pause for the first time in my life.” Lancille said, finally giving you his undivided attention. “I hardly know where to begin. My gut tells me to reject such generosity, however, I know this will restore my family’s honor.”

“You lost possessions, but never your honor. At any rate, I must say this before time gets the best of us. Because there is still the matter of the vow I spoke of.”

So as Lancille listened, you told him that if your ploy failed, you wanted him to refrain from battle. And you had good reason. Because despite him being temporary Commander of the encampments, Ragnar would eventually send for him. Therefore, you wanted Lancille to make a promise.

“Though I do not understand, I will always do as commanded, your Highness. But do you not think it better that I fight alongside your family and friends? Especially since I am your sworn protector.”

“If it were possible, I would make my brothers and cousins stay as well. However, they are too hellbent on glory; a notion I know you share. But if you can find it in your heart, promise to stay at my side if war continues. Because it would truly ease the overwhelming fear that haunts me.”

As Thyri played with your earring, Lancille pondered things a moment. Because like any Knight, he prided himself on his abilities on the battlefield. Yet, there was such vulnerability in your voice. So despite him wanting vengeance on Sir Mansfeld, Lancille agreed to stay at your side.

The rest of the day was somewhat hectic. But mercifully, you persevered whilst Sir Ronan and Ivar planned things in the War Room. And as for Channer and Levi, they were tasked with gathering information from the prisoners. Because before you addressed them, you needed to know their opinion of you.

“There you are.” Ivar said as he approached. He then carefully got to the ground and positioned himself beside you. “Why do you sit here all alone? Are you in one of your moods?”

“I will have you know that I am NOT in any mood. In fact, I am merely enjoying the beauty of this lake.”

“Hmmm, I hope that is not a cue for me to leave. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

“You are so peculiar at times.” You said with a genuine laugh. “I have no issue with you keeping me company. Especially since you give strength when I need it most.”

Amused by the declaration, Ivar stroked your belly. And after telling the baby he missed him, his eyes fell upon you gain.

“And you as well…I suppose.”

Obviously, Ivar was attempting to lift your spirits. Because despite you saying nothing of your worries, he could sense it. So after asking if you would like to practice swords after evening meal, he moved to topic to Alfred.

“He is still unconscious.” You replied. “However, the Maesters assure me that they are providing the best care. And if things do not improve over the next few days, I shall have him transported to King Garrat’s castle.”

“That might be for the best.”

“True. But at least Armin and Margrethe are on the mend. So there are two less things to fret over.”

“Margrethe?”

Obviously, Ivar was dumbfounded. Because given the history between you and the former Thrall, he never expected such compassion.

“I do not blame you for staring.” You said. “However, Margrethe has been a different person since everyone left. In fact, she express regret for all her past behavior. And I know she was being genuine because she said her actions were born out of fear.”

“And you believe that?” Ivar asked with a chuckle. “The girl is a lying bedwarmer, Y/N.”

“I am not proposing that she is a Saint, however, her words resonated with me. Because she in spite of being Ubbe’s wife, she still feels alone. For if the day comes that he tires of her, he still has all of us. But Margrethe lost her people and family long ago. So it is rather sad when you consider that Thyri is all she truly has in this world.”

Though Ivar knew Thralls were always separated from their homelands and peoples, he felt no empathy. Because in his eyes, Margrethe deserved no more consideration than anyone else. And if the men of her township had fought better, she would not have been captured. Therefore, he told you as much.

“Have you forgotten how she tormented me?”

“I have not forgotten.” You replied before pulling him closer. And once he calmed enough to stop pouting, Ivar rested his head against your shoulder. “I was only explaining what has occurred since you left for the battlefield. That is all.”

“So whose side are you on…mine or hers?”

“Ivy, I would never side against you. But I genuinely see Margrethe differently now; strange as it is.”

You never thought you would say anything nice about the former Thrall. But there you were, feeling a great sense of compassion about here lot in life. Because it wasn’t so long ago that you thought yourself an orphan. But even in that circumstance, you still had Governess Yasmine and many others. Thus, you changed the subject of conversation before Ivar became irritated again.

“I have missed you dearly, do you know that?”

“Y/N, you are a terrible liar!”

“What in the world has gotten-------”

“Don’t be offended, silly.” Ivar interrupted with a chuckle. “I missed you as well.”

“Then stop picking at me. It is irritating and feels as like the times in Kattegat.”

After laughing at your quip, Ivar quieted down for some time. And as the two of you gazed at the loveliness of the setting sun, he took your hand.

“I have faith in you, Y/N. Even when I say harsh things. That is why I sent word to Ragnar that I will not be returning soon.”

“But, what of your warriors?”

“They know their responsibilities, so I’m free to watch over you.” Ivar said. “Between the Aruyan prisoners, and the hidden Skovanian fighters, things should come together nicely.”

“You know, there is a chance that Ragnar and the others will take offense. Even if our plan works.”

With a shrug, Ivar confessed that it was likely. However, your tactics had to remain secret. Because if you informed the Commanders, there was a chance that Dorian’s spies could intercept the information. And like you, he wanted to bring an end to the war.

“I don’t want to be on the battlefield when the baby arrives.” Ivar confessed. “So I will do whatever it takes to end things.”

Since you moved by the assertion, you could not articulate your emotions. So instead of speaking empty words, you embraced Ivar. Because ever since his arrival, you felt encouraged. And there was no doubt that the vengeance you desired was now closer to your fingertips.

As Dorian sat alone in the War Room, he angrily tossed aside a letter. Because not only was it filled with the usual pleasantries from his mother, it contained complaints about Queen Valentina. And certainly, he knew of her tumultuous relationship with his wife, but hoped time would change things. But apparently that was not the case.

“Your Majesty…” Sir Mansfeld said as he entered with four lower Knights. “My men are equipped and ready for orders.”

“Good. But you already know the mission. So I see no reason for me to address the squadrons personally. Just get me my revenge!”

“Of course, your Majesty. I simply thought you would like to share parting words. But we can proceed without it, if you are so inclined.”

After nodding, Dorian clasped his hands. And though he was a moody person by nature, he was becoming worse with each passing day. Because the truth was, the last few battles had not gone as planned. In fact, he was gradually losing the War thanks to Ragnar’s tactics. For that reason, Dorian was now rather desperate.

“We shall take our leave now, my King.”

“Then God speed, Sir Mansfeld. But do not forget my instruction.”

“Of course not. When we take the encampments, no harm shall come to Princes Y/N.”

Then with a proper smirk, Sir Mansfeld motioned for his men to follow him out of the War Room.

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[jonahlovescoffee]

“look at me” | J.M.

a/n: ok guys i wrote smut in honor of the release of wdw’s new album that includes a smutty song D: so first i would like to clarify that i’m still a 15-year-old virgin so i have absolutely no idea in how sex goes and i don’t read a lot of smut in general so i apologize if any mistakes are made in my writing :) anyways happy reading!!!

summary: you and your boyfriend sneak off to have some fun. (this is probably the worst summary i’ve ever written)

warnings: oral, blood kink, dirty talk, making out, unprotected sex (but on a serious note, wrap it before u tap it guys!) so read at your own risk luvs <3

word count: 5022

“do what you want to me nobody gotta know”

You felt Jonah’s lingering stare on you all the way through dinner at his house. His alert eyes followed your every move and he didn’t even bother to be more discreet about it. He and his band had just returned from tour and usually, you both would spend the first few weeks constantly exploring each other’s bodies as you released all the lust that was bottled up inside you for far too long but this time was different. After your recent promotion in your department at work, your workload had gotten twice as heavier and you soon found yourself being too busy to indulge in any form of entertainment, including spending time with him in the bedroom as he desired. As expected, he was now extremely close to his breaking point and was perfectly capable of ruining you once both of you were alone.

Yet being the mischievous person you were, you decided to tease him a little and test his limits. With an innocent smile plastered on your face the whole time, you let out an exaggerated moan of pleasure when you tasted Christina’s cooking and pulled your bottom lip between your teeth on purpose for more times than you could count, not forgetting to make sure that he was at the perfect angle to see what you were doing.

He had his meal silently, not speaking unless he was spoken to and when he did, the evident strain in his voice did not go unnoticed by you, so did his clenched jaw and his knuckles that had gone slightly white from clutching onto the cutlery a little too hard. No one else noticed the sexual tension between you both despite it being so thick that one could cut it with a knife, which made this silent exchange between you and your boyfriend many times more exciting.

Once dinner was over and all the dirty dishes were taken to the kitchen, Jonah caught your wrist in a tight hold when you were about to enter the living room. “You’d better stop what you’re doing, sweetheart,” he warned once the others were out of earshot, already in front of the TV having an argument about which movie they should watch. “It isn’t funny at all.”

“I never said it was,” you gave him a toothy grin which agitated him more. You used your free hand to cup his cheek, tracing it softly with your thumb as he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, exhaling a shallow breath. You stood up on your tiptoes and leaned your face closer to his, your lips barely inches apart. “You’re always so needy for me, love, I’m terribly flattered,” you said, your lips brushing his with every word. “And I want nothing more than for you to take me now,” you continued and you felt his entire body stiffen.

“However,” you let your hand trail down from his face, over his muscled torso, then allowed your fingers to play with the waistband of his black ripped jeans. His eyelids fluttered open as his breathing turned ragged for your fingers were so close—so dangerously close to his member that was growing harder and harder by the second. And you weren’t even doing anything. “I don’t want to do that with your friends around,” you gave him a quick kiss on the lips before pulling away and wiggling your wrist out of his grasp, leaving him wanting for more.

“You’re gonna be the death of me y/n,” he growled furiously at you, earning an extremely sweet smile from you.

“I know,” you chirped happily and proceeded to skip to the living room. “Oh and Jonah? Try to hide your excited buddy would ya’? He’s being too obvious,” you tisked with displeasure, gesturing to his southern region.

“I wonder why,” he muttered sarcastically to himself as he adjusted his pants to make the bulge in them less obvious as best as he could.

“Come on guys, the movie’s starting!” Corbyn hollered from where he sat on the couch with his girlfriend by his side, to which you replied with a simple “coming” before grabbing the bowl of popcorn off the coffee table and plopping down onto the other end of the couch.

“I’m here, I’m here, jeez,” Jonah hopped over the back of the couch and landed beside you shortly afterwards, the impact sending few popcorns flying out of the bowl. You shot a death glare at him as he rested his arms over your shoulders and opened his mouth, a silent request for you to pop a popcorn into his mouth (which you obliged), his eyes fixed on the wide tv screen, acting like you both didn’t have the conversation just seconds ago.

Because of how sexually frustrated you were, it was impossible for you to concentrate on the movie when his finger was idly tracing random patterns on your upper arm from where his hand rested, turning your mind into a fuzzy mess and blurring all your senses together until all you could focus on was his touch that had somehow travelled to your neck, stopping at the sensitive spot beneath your ear.

“Wanna suck this part so bad,” His whispered into your ear, his warm breath making your skin tingle with pleasure as his finger circled the spot with his finger several times, causing your breathing to hitch, momentarily stunned by his words. Before you could say anything though, he pulled away completely with a chuckle, choosing to place his hand on your thigh instead.

This bastard. He knew the effect his simple gesture had on you and he was shamelessly wielding it to his power.

Without a word, you placed your left hand lightly on the front his black ripped jeans as you planted a kiss on his collarbone, frowning when he didn’t offer you any reaction at all, pretending to be too fixated with the movie to even notice what you were doing. Fine. Two can play this game.

You glided your hand ever so lightly like the soft caress of the cool night’s breeze over his crotch at first, subsequently picking up the pace and pressure as you went, palming him discreetly with your clueless friends sitting merely several feet away from you. Beneath your palm, you could feel his member pushing against the material of his jeans almost immediately as he emitted a soft groan from his lips.

“Fuck,” he breathed, tightening his grip on the back of the couch as he bit back another groan when your lips came into contact with his jaw and slowly made their way down his neck, leaving faint red marks on certain spots where you had nipped softly along the trail of kisses. “What are you doing?” He seethed through his gritted teeth, a sign that he was annoyed at you for driving him to the brink of losing every last bit of his self control but he made no move to stop your actions.

“What’s wrong with expressing my love for my boyfriend?” You teased which made his frown deepen, grabbing your moving hand in his, abruptly stopping your movements.

“Expressing your love, huh?” He grabbed your chin and forcefully tilted your face so you were looking at him straight in the eyes. Even through the darkness of the dimly lit living room, you could make out every defined details of his attractive face—his chiseled jawline, the perfect arc of his slightly furrowed brows, his elegantly straight nose and most importantly the flame of lust that was burning like wildfire in his eyes. “Why don’t we take this elsewhere if you really wanna do so, sweetheart?” He asked but his dark tone made it sound more like an order instead of a question, your previous playfulness dissipating instantly.

You wanted to retort, reminding him that you had told him that you weren’t inclined of doing that in the presence of his friends but you weren’t stupid. You knew very well that if you continued to push anymore buttons, he would not let you get away with it easily.

“Good,” he said and let his hand drop from your chin. “Let’s go then.”

Without a word, Jonah dragged you off by the hand towards his room, brushing off the prying questions from your friends with a simple “she’s not feeling well”. You didn’t say anything as you followed after his fast-paced footsteps, almost tripping over your own feet because of the giddy excitement that you felt at the moment.

He kicked the door shut behind him once both of you entered his room, his hands already all over you and your lips connected with each other’s in a heated kiss with his tongue in your mouth, exploring every corner of it, asserting utter dominance before you had a chance to react, making you gasp and habitually let your hands drift to the front of his lavender hoodie to pull him closer as you tilted your head so that he could kiss you deeper. He blindly spun you both around so your back collided against the door and pinned you against it before breaking the kiss, biting your bottom lip slightly as he pulled away to your dismay. You wanted to taste more of him so you tried to tug him down once more to collide his lips with yours but he stopped your actions with a low growl.

“What do you want from me, sweetheart? Teasing me all day like that,” he asked sternly, staring down at your petite figure that was trapped between his arms. Under his intense gaze of his once vibrant hazel eyes that were now nearly consumed by the black of his dilated pupils, your brain shut down all of a sudden, subsequently taking away your ability to form words in your head, let alone speak. He inched closer until your breath mingled with each other’s. “Fine, since you’re not going to speak, we’ll do this my way then,” he finally said when you remained speechless. You felt a tingling feeling between your thighs at the anticipation of what he had in store for you.

“Get on your knees, now,” he ordered and you obliged right away without a second thought. You didn’t need any further instructions to know what he wanted you to do next for his intentions were already clearly written on his face. In a blink of an eye, you already had his belt undone and his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, shuffling them down his legs along with his boxers, just low enough to reveal his considerable length standing proud and tall in its full glory. The sight of it never failed to make your eyes go wide in amazement and your mouth go dry no matter how many times you had seen it. “You want to express your love, babygirl, now’s your time to do it. Go on,” he urged, making you groan softly at his forwardness. “Show me how much you fucking love me.”

You did not wait another second to wrap your hands snugly around his member to give him several good long strokes before taking it in your awaiting opened mouth, flicking your tongue just over his sensitive head and sucking it a little to taste some of the salty precum. He let out a soft groan, one hand still keeping a firm grip on the counter as the other pulled your long hair back to give you more room. You proceeded to leave open-mouthed kisses down his length, your warm exhales across his aching dick teasingly torturous, not forgetting to lower your head to lick his balls before moving your mouth back up his length again. You felt his hand on your hair tighten as you purposely took your sweet time of savouring every inch of him ever so slowly instead of going hard and fast just like he wanted.

“Tease me more, baby, and you will regret it later,” he said with all seriousness and you knew that he wasn’t joking. You spit on the tip a little before fitting him into your mouth once again, then sliding down while your hands were kept snug around the base of him to help jerk off the rest of him that couldn’t fit in your mouth. You gradually picked up speed, your hands meeting your lips in steady movements as you started to bob your head quicker up and down his shaft, his breathing turning rhythmic and heavy, small moans let out with every exhale as you worked him.

Jonah was in pure ecstasy as he watched you take his dick so well on your knees, saliva dribbling down your chin as you licked and swirled your tongue over all the right spots, earning involuntary groans after groans of pleasure and making him instinctively push his hips forward into your mouth, consequently making you gag lightly as you neared your limit.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it, you’re doing so good,” he managed to say between ragged breaths, “but is that all you’ve got?” His grip tightened on your hair immediately and before you knew it he was pushing you back down quickly and then tugging at your hair to pull you off over and over again just as you were about to pull back to breathe. Your hand fell from the base to the back of his thigh to keep yourself steady as he thrusted into your mouth nonstop, focussing on keeping your jaw lax despite the protests of your gagging reflexes.

“Deeper,” he instructed strongly as you gagged, your tongue pulling back last. Tears stared to prickle at the edges of your eyes and you glanced up at him, subtly shaking your head to tell him that you couldn’t go any further but he wasn’t taking “no” for an answer. He had spent more than enough time in the bedroom with you to know your body better than you do and he was sure that you hadn’t reached your limit yet despite your denial to his request.

“Come on, I know you can do this, sweetheart,” he drawled, your hesitation had his hand pushing your mouth down his length by your hair until it reached the very back of your throat as your nose touched his stomach, making you wince at the discomfort. Yet you continued to bob your head, taking almost his entire length in your mouth. You pulled back a little and brought your hand back to the base to give him quick hard tugs as your tongue glided across his tip until he was biting down on his bottom lip with his eyes close as you felt him twitch inside your mouth, almost reaching his high. His erotic groan that followed sent heat pooling at your core and was starting to ache for touch.

So you silently slid a hand into your panties, your dress making it terribly easy to access the sensitive part between your thighs and you soon enough found yourself touching yourself while your other hand continued to jerk him off in your fist. You fully removed your mouth from around his tip to give him kitten licks, also partly because you found it incredibly hard for your moans to escape with his member in your mouth without gagging.

Your discreet movements did not go unnoticed by him and he pulled you up by the collar of your button-up dress all of a sudden, taking you by surprise. His other hand moved to pull up his jeans and boxers. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself, did I?” Jonah growled in your face when you reached his eye level. “Such a desperate little whore,” he tisked disapprovingly while shaking his head at you. His tone was condescending, as you were some sort of trash that was greatly frowned upon by everyone. “Fucking answer me when I’m talking to you.”

“I just want to relief the ache,” you whined as he dragged you towards the bed forcefully, taking you by surprise, causing you to stumble over your own two feet and crash into him when he suddenly stopped walking and turned around to face you. “I want you to make me feel good, please,” you begged him with pleading eyes but it was no use.

“Naughty little girls like you don’t deserve to get want they want, do they?” He asked and you nodded in response, earning a warning snarl from him. “Don’t you understand what I say, slut? I said open your filthy mouth and use your fucking words.”

“Yes, Jonah.”

“So prove to me why I should forgive you.”

“Gladly,” sike.

You placed your hands on his chest and leaned your entire weight onto him, making both of you fall backwards against the floor, before you were taking off his hoodie. Your hands were already roaming his muscled torso while your lips connected to his neck, giving him sloppy kisses all over his neck, sucking and nipping just enough to leave faint marks that were barely considered as hickeys at all the wrong places, having engraved the exact places of all his sweet spots in your mind but avoiding them all on purpose just to spite him and forcing him to give you what you wanted.

You knew that if you had complied to his wishes, it would do you no good at all. It would’ve taken you longer to get what you wanted and you didn’t have the patience to wait. Just like how he knew dirty talk was capable of driving you insane, you also knew that your disobedience would make his mind go completely haywire, especially when you were doing everything wrongly.

That’s why you were honestly surprised when he actually waited a full moment until you started kissing down his chest before grabbing your shoulders to flip you over so he was hovering over you.

“You just can’t stop being a shitty brat, can you?” He licked his lips quickly before attaching them to your neck, right at the spot where he traced with his fingers earlier, and sucked hard, making you moan and cling onto him tightly with your hands tugging on his soft brown hair, keeping him close as he repeated the same actions on different spots, turning you into a moaning mess. “This is how you pleasure someone,” he demonstrated by ripping your dress apart and unhooking your bra in one swift motion before he started to massage your breast as his lips worked wonders on your neck, fully hoisting himself up with only one hand. You instinctively grinded against him, the soaked thin fabric of your panties and his jeans being the only barriers separating his length from your entrance.

“But this is how you mark someone up,” without a warning, he sank his teeth deep into the flesh near your collarbone, hard enough to draw blood, forcing a gasp out of you due to the pleasurable pain that shot through your entire body at the mere action. He wasn’t even nipping anymore — he was biting you, exactly like how a vampire would bite its prey before sucking the life out of it. He sank his teeth deeper causing more blood to ooze out of your body, which he, in turn, sucked and swallowed every single drop of it. With a final swirl of his tongue around the prominent bite mark, he pulled away far enough for his entire face to be in your field of vision, his teasing grin showing off all his teeth that was stained in red with some of your blood.

You pressed your thighs against each other in hopes of generate some kind, any kind of friction to soothe your aching core that was pulsing so furiously as soon as you beheld his sharp canines that was stained the reddest.

And he slowly let his tongue glide over all his teeth, wiping them clean as you watched intently, mumbling a soft “fuck” while staring wide-eyed at him in disbelief.

He moved the hand from your breast to the sensitive area between your legs and dragged his fingers over your entrance, to find you completely drenched with arousal.

“Never expected you to have a blood kink,” he smirked with satisfaction at his discovery, “but I guess you do now, huh?” He ripped your panties off without a second thought like it was the most natural thing to do in the world.

“Jonah, what—”

“Your flimsy little underthings always get in the way of things,” he cut you off mid-sentence before you could protest further.

“But—Fuck,” words failed you when he started to rub painfully slow circles around your fluttering core with his thumb while he dragged his middle finger up and down your slick folds, teasing at your entrance. You rock against his hand to get that friction you craved yet he kept the moving pace of his hand so damn slowly that whimpers fell from your lips, much to his delight.

“For someone who was reluctant to fuck with my friends around, you sure are goddamn needy for me right now,” He attached his lips to yours once again to drown out your noise, your lips moving in perfect sync with each other’s as he licked his way into your mouth. A wave of warmth washed over you as your tongues entwined, making your toes curl, unfurling all your senses as the taste of his lips and his touch silenced all thoughts.

Except one.

“It’s no fair that you still get to keep your pants on when I’m already naked,” you said, breathless once you detached your lips from his after the heated kiss, placing your hands on his toned chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, his hot exhales fanning your face. He let out a light laugh but it sounded far from amused.

“When can you learn how to fucking behave, baby?” He lowered onto you, his lips falling to meet the bite mark he left on your skin, kissing it softly once. Then twice. “Or do you need me to remind you who you belong to?”

You didn’t expect him to choose that moment to slip a finger inside you without any warning, pumping it in and out of you as his thumb continued to rub your bundle of nerves. You slid your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible to you. Pitchy moans escaped you, ringing across the room as he gradually picked up speed.

“I said we’re doing this my way, understood?” He asked sternly, which you replied with a breathy “yes”.

“And I can do whatever the fuck I want, no questions asked,” he added another finger into you, making you arch your back towards him, your mouth hanging open in bliss as your moaning continued. He drank in the wonderful sight of your body reacting so beautifully to his actions. “Got it?”

“Yes...yes, Jonah,” you could barely get the words out of your mouth when his fingers sped up and you habitually spread your legs open wider, your eyes shut as his fingers worked their magic. Your eyes were screwed shut as your brows furrowed, concentrating on the immense pleasure that consumed you at that moment, your mind barely able to function at all. Sooner than you expected, your legs started to tremble with desire for release. “Jonah, I’m close, I’m really really close,” you whispered shakily and he exerted more pleasure on your clit.

But just as you were about to finally reach your high, he pulled his fingers out of you rapidly, leaving you empty and begging desperately for him to put them back inside you.

“Should’ve thought about this when you disobeyed me so many times today, sweetheart,” he said with an evil grin, “and bad girls don’t get to cum.”

“Nor do they get to pick the positions too but,” he sat back and looped one arm around your knees and another around your shoulders to pick you off the ground before laying you on his plush, comfortable white bed that felt like heaven in contrast to the cold hard ground you were laying on just now. “I’m going to let the latter slide this once.”

“So tell me what you want to do, baby, the choice is all yours,” he nibbled your earlobe from where he laid beside you, his arms tucked securely around your waist, keeping your body pressed flush against him. You could feel the tent in his pants that was pressing against your backside and the words left your mouth before you yourself could even process them properly.

“I want to ride you.”

He untangled his arms from around your waist and sat up so he was leaning against the headboard. “Show me what you’ve got, love,” he said, nodding his head at you, urging you to do whatever you wanted.

You quickly slid down his jeans and boxers to let his now completely hard and throbbing cock free, already. With his hands tucked behind his head, he licked his lips as he watched you pumped his member a few times before positioning yourself over him and lining yourself up. You gripped his shoulders again, looking back up into to meet his lust-ridden gaze before leaning in to give him a light kiss, which he instantly responded back with more passion. You pulled back to make sure you were lined up before you slowly sank down on to him, making both of you let out a few curses when you were fully down to his base.

“You’re so fucking tight,” He groaned as you waited until you adjusted to his size, leaning your head against his shoulder for comfort.

You slowly lifted yourself up, almost pulling away from his dick completely before you let yourself sink back down, clenching around him again as his fingernails dug into the side of your hips. You started to pick up pace, switching between grinding and moving up and down on him, his grunts encouraging you even more. “Jonah....fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you shrieked, a string of obscene profanities that you never knew that you knew proceeded to escape your mouth as you bottomed out each and every time, slamming yourself right down onto the hilt.

“You like my dick buried in your tight little hole huh? My dirty fucking girl,” He asked, watching intently as your breasts bounced with each movement, your head thrown back in pleasure as you let soft moans escape, a sight he thought was both hot and beautiful at the same time. He moved his hands back up to your waist, keeping you steady as you continued to grind and moan against him.

“Yes, oh fuck, yes, Jonah, I love it so damn much,” you managed to reply before your lips were captured in a passionate kiss with his once again, one of his hands cradling your face as you continued to ride him quicker, shifting your position a little to find a better angle so that he could hit deeper. When you finally succeeded in finding it, you held on tighter onto him, clinging to whatever that could keep you grounded to this world as you felt like you were falling off the edge of it when he sped up some more. You soon felt your insides clench around him. “Jonah I think—” you were cut short by a gasp of your own when his other hand collided with your butt, the sharp sound echoing throughout the room.

“No,” he said through the kiss without any hesitation. “You can only cum when I say so, dear,” he bit your bottom lip tauntingly and you heard the silent challenge for you to fight back against his orders as clear as day.

So you slowed down your pace, trying your very best to restrict yourself from cumming all over his dick. And he didn’t like what you were doing. “Did i say you could slow down?”

“No, but at this rate I—”

“You shitty brat never run out of excuses,” he growled before gripping your shoulders to flip you over so you were laying on your back on the bed.

“Guess I’ll have to take matters into my own hands,” he said as he pounded mercilessly into you, your eyes screwed shut and your brows furrowed as you concentrated on holding your cum in. The bliss you felt at the moment was so immense that you couldn’t help but shriek his name over and over again although the effort of not approaching your high was painful at the same time.

By the time you had become aware of your hands, they were already dragging down his back, your nails piercing his skin, drawing pretty red lines along his back. “Tell me whose cunt is this, baby,” he was hitting your g-spot now and your hand moved to grip the sheets.

Prick.

“Fucking look at me when I’m talking,” he ordered sternly and of course, your eyelids flew open immediately at his words.

“Yours, all fucking yours, Jonah.”

“Good. Now, do you wanna cum now, babygirl?” He asked, picking up his pace as he chased after his own high as well.

“Yes, please please please,” you whimpered, tears already welling up in your eyes.

“Yeah, cum all over me now, baby,” he pressed a soft kiss on your lips as white ribbons of pleasure poured out of you almost immediately, just as his warm liquid was released inside you and you moaned as it filled up your insides.

“I love you,” he said when he pulled out of you and laid down beside you, leaving you empty and sore as heck.

“Love you more,” you replied, kissing the tip of his nose. “But you were too harsh on me just now,” you pouted and he smiled.

“I thought you love me putting you in your place,” he teased and you hit his arm playfully. “You gotta admit, you were turned on by my actions.”

“Shut up,” you said and he leaned in once more to kiss your pout away.

[koko-bopp]

Sexiled

jeon jungkook x male!reader

word count - 1.9K

genre - SMUT! fluff, soft-angst

contains - virgin!submissive-top!jungkook (he eventually becomes more dominant), calling jungkook ‘bunny’, no penetration; just grinding, dominant-bottom!reader, No mentions of the reader's genitalia, reader is really affectionate, talks of consent.

synopsis - you’re roomates with Jungkook’s friend, when your roomate kicks you out of the apartment to do the deed with his boyfriend, you go to Jungkook’s in hopes he’ll give you some shelter for a few hours.

"Kookie! Hi!" You smile brightly at the younger male, standing at the door of his apartment, looking over his shoulder to see if there was anyone else in the house; and holding a takeaway container of pork belly in one hand and a small carton of banana milk in the other. You look back at Jungkook before speaking, "Is Taehyung home too or are you alone?"

Jungkook was a little confused, he glanced at the contents in your hand, his hand at the doorknob even though the door was wide open. What's Y/N L/N doing at his apartment? His cheeks must be burning red, his bestfriend's friend is at the door, "Er, Tae moved out last week, he's a few streets down–"

"Ah! Good, so it's just you!" You exclaim in relief, "Can I come in?"

Jungkoom was a little surprised at the request, considering the only time you came over was as a plus-one for Hoseok at every event Taehyung was hosting at the apartment or somewhere else, you were close with his Hyungs then you were with him. But Jungkook nodded anyway, naturally not being one to turn someone away.

The two of you went to different universities, opposite ends of the city, actually; but only lived in apartments opposite from each other. Jungkook isn't very discreet with his crush on you, people usually don't spontaneously turn red upon seeing you, or fiddle with their fingers, or stutter two times too many. You were better at hiding it, however.

You had placed yourself in the centre of the living room, between the television sitting on a platform and the coffee table in front of the couch, before facing Jungkook with a grin, "Could I stay the night?"

"What?" Jungkook almost didn't believe what he heard. The question was clear and direct but yet he still struggled to comprehend it. He coughed at the surprise, it was like a punch in the throat, but he managed to compose himself better to answer your question, "I mean, sure, I guess. But what's wrong with your place?"

"Hoseok has his boyfriend over, and he very politely asked him to leave because he and Yoongi had talked about fucking in the kitchen and obviously, me being a good friend, I decided to give him that privacy, but I forgot as I was leaving that I literally wouldn't have a place to sleep, so I realised that your living quarters are the closest–"

"[Y/N]. You can stay, it's fine.. I'm just surprised, that's all," Jungkook mumbles a bit. The world works in mysterious ways, bringing you here was certainly an interesting choice.

"I bought you pork belly with rice, and banana milk as an offering," you smile, placing the meal and drinks on the dining table after walking over to it. The table only having two chairs, which is understandable considering Jungkook lives alone now, "We can watch a movie! And I'm more than happy to sleep on the couch!" You chime, trying your best to make the moment less awkward for him, since, to be fair, you did come rather unannounced..

"Taehyung actually hadn't taken his bed, he let me keep it," Jungkook explained, avoiding your gaze in an attempt to hide his reddened cheeks, "You're welcome to sleep there, I actually just changed the bedsheets– and, thank you for the food, you really didn't have to."

You were grateful as to how selfless Jungkook is, he's younger than you but provides all the boyfriend and friendship material. "Awe, thank you!" You gush, gleely heading towards Jungkook to give him a hug, wrapping your arms around the brunet.

You felt him hesitantly place his hands on your hips, then carefully lacing his arms so that his fingers were holding his elbows as he hugged you back; a warm feeling, and you were always so affectionate. Jungkook almost pouted when you let go of him, but your hand now upon his cheek so you could look at him properly, and it made him freeze. You spoke with concern, your eyebrows furrowed as you assessed the younger, "Are you okay? Are you sick, Bunny?"

"B-bunny?"

You giggle, "Yeah, you know, you look like a bunny; cute, witty, I don't know why you're so shy, I've never seen you like this."

"I guess I'm just... A lot more outgoing in front of my Hyungs.." He forces out a snicker, your thumb now caressing his cheek, not intending for the action to further make his face hot. He really likes the feeling of your skin on his, he just has no idea how to react like a normal human, and it's making him when more embarrassed. Why can't he be like Jin-Hyung and flirt back? Or be more confident like Tae? It was difficult to express the way he wanted without fearing his actions.

"Ah, you're so cute," You say, bopping his nose then fully releasing him from your confining space. "So, about the movie, you can pick. And, you know, you can have your pork belly while we watch and I promise not to disturb."

-`•. ♘

"Why this one, though?"

"It's my favourite movie," he hid his face in a pillow, you two were sitting next to each other; you were sitting with your legs diagonally tucked away from your chest while Jungkook sat upright with his feet on the floor and back against the couch and a pillow hugging his chest.

"Huh," you shrug, chuckling a little before throwing a pretzel from the bowl that was sitting on the coffee table in your mouth, "Didn't take you as the romance buff type."

"I actually really like this movie, Taehyung was watching vintage romance movies once and he suggested this one to me," Jungkook explains, the movie carefully reaching the halfway point as his eyes were glued to the loose thread on the pillowcase, "And I've watched it fourteen times."

"Fourteen?!"

"Fifteen if you count this one," Jungkook laughs softly, "Or maybe not, I haven't really been paying attention..."

You reached for the remote sitting in between the two of you, then pointing the device at the television to close the sound down to a 2. Jungkook was confused. Even more confused when you shifted your body to face Jungkook, placing your palm on your cheekbone and your elbow on the neck of the couch, "Okay. Bunny. What's wrong?"

"I-" He stopped, not being able to avert his eyes from you from the sudden call-out, "What are you talking about?"

"C'mon, are you sick? Is there something on your mind? Is it uni? Because if you have work to do you're no way obliged to be spending time with–"

"No, it's not uni," Jungkook sighs, finally moving his eyes away from you but still picking at the loose thread. "It's– it's hard to explain..."

"I'm waiting, Bunny. Please?" You beg, asserting your bother, "Seeing you nervous when I've seen you drown shots like water makes me feel weird too."

Jungkook thought for a moment, he heard his own heart beating through his chest, and the sound was rapid. "Could I show you instead?"

You nodded.

Jungkook leaned in close, “I like you,” he whispered, placing a hand on your cheek with his fingers touching softly, letting his breathing and closeness longer for a moment to let you know what he was going to do, but also out of the hesitation himself.

So, you placed a peck on his lips first, just a small and quick one, and it didn't seem to catch Jungkook by suprise, because he leaned back in to kiss you properly. Lips dancing with yours gently yet still wanting to convey his answer.

He brings you closer and you place your hand on his shoulder, still wanting to be sure that you can touch him properly, but enjoying the privileges that Jungkook was giving you.

"Mhm," Jungkook hums, pulling away for a second and looking down at the space between the two of you; his lips more crimson and his breathing more uneven, "I've never... you know–"

"Oh," you stop, "Do you want to? You know if you're not comfortable we don't have to do anything–"

"I want you to..." His words came out more firm, brining his hand down to yours, lacing them so he could guide you to sit on top of his lap. He smiled at your little giggle at his action, watching you lower yourself over his thighs and either leg beside his as he placed one of your hands on his shoulder. He moved his other hand up your back with the back of his index finger, tracing the over the clothes, "If you're willing as well."

You nodded softly, shivering under his touch, "I really like you too, Jungkook.."

He chuckled s little, "Since when?" He asked, thumbing his thumb over your hips.

"Jennie's 20th... On the yatch.." You admitted, clenching a fist over his black hoodie, grinding down against him gently, becoming more impatient, careful enough to ignite arousal, and just enough too have Jungkook's breath more breathy in the slightest. "You said that confident guys made you nervous, they're your type; I've been seizing my opportunity ever since."

Jungkook held a firm grip on your hips, watching your breath hitch when he forced you down to grind into him harder, "That– fuck– that was two years ago. You really liked me this long?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding while avoiding his gaze. A moan left your lips when he leaned forward, deciding to kiss your neck the way he see fit as he silently guided you in a way to grind on him through clothes, feeling his bulge growing the more you continued your actions and getting more horny with his licking and sucking your neck to leave deeper shades of colours and bite marks. "J-Jungkook, oh my god."

A small chuckle left the other's lips, looking at you with lust-driven eyes as he rocked his hips upwards, pulling you down so to feel how hard he was. Hearing you moan because of him was such a euphoric feeling, "You sound so pretty, [Y/N].."

You grind down harder, holding his shoulders as moans and grunts have started erupting from Jungkook too, "You sure you haven't done this before, Bunny? You certainly know how to please people," you tease, placing a kiss on his lips as he gripped your his with rough hands.

"Hmm," he hummed, his eyebrows furrowing in pleasure at the darkened spot on his dark blue shorts due ot the precum leaking from his cock, "I’ve messed around with people... but haven’t fucked anyone..”

“I’m impressed, Bunny,” you bite you lip, rolling down harder and it resulted in Jungkook throwing his dead back with a loud moan, watching his neck muscles clench as you look the opportunity to paint kisses along his gold skin, and his grip on your hips tight with the intention of having something to hold onto as you moved so sinfully. Pressing a final kiss on Jungkook’s neck before you reached up close to his ear, your voice drops to a whisper, “Can I suck you, Jungkook?”

[remmushound]

Bay/rise 33!! @brightlotusmoon @errorfreak88 @digitl-art-monstr @selfindulgenz

“NO!”

The three brothers were released from the vines as Draxum disappeared with their father and, even though the Yokai had already gone, they still sprinted to the scene of the incident as if they could catch up.

“What happened?”

“Another rift?”

“How did they find us here?”

Raph started to pace anxiously, gripping at his head as he growled. Donnie stayed where he was, his eyes bulging as he stared at the spot in horror; Leonardo was doing something similar, except with tears flowing from his eyes and staining the his cheeks.

“I was too late…”

Donatello shirked away from the rest of the group, hiding himself in a corner and keeping his head low. The Mikey’s were still cowering together against the wall, both of them crying softly as their eyes were screwed shut with the fear of seeing another nightmare. Leo looked to them, rage turning to a strange calm that in turn turned to cold determination as he stomped his way over to them. Leonardo spotted the action and was quick to follow after in case he needed to come to the terrified mutants’ aid.

“What was that?” Leo growled, his words targeted at Mikey. 

Mikey’s head shrank slightly into his shell when faced with the scolding of his older brother. “I…” He gave a sharp yelp at the pain in his chest and his hands went to clutch at the healed cracks.

Leo’s eyes softened for a moment at his brother’s pain, but then sharpened again. “Are you having trouble breathing again? Don said you were healed— you should be fine!”

Mikey’s tears came out even heavier than before, billowing like a dam that had just sprung a leak.

“Leo, chill out!” Donnie was the first to intervene, nudging past Leonardo to shoulder Leo out of the way before kneeling down in front of Mikey. “Hey— is it hurting again?”

Leo growled but didn't try to argue with Donnie, crossing his arms and stomping off into an aggravated pacing. Leonardo continued to follow him.

“Hey hermano, maybe you need to chill out?” Leonardo called after him finally, “Your brothers need their leader—“

“Oh?! And where’s your leader then?” Leo snapped, turning on Leonardo accusingly, “At least I showed up for the fight!”

Leonardo met Leo cooly. “Your brothers need an example to follow— this is not a good one to give them.”

Leo opened his mouth to snap again, but all that came out was a frustrated growl as he started to pace once more and mutter under his breath. Leonardo looked back at Michelangelo, who was getting looked over by Donnie just as Mikey was, and then he aimed to check on Raph. He approached the box turtle with little hesitance.

“Hey—“

“Do I look like I need your help?!” Raph lashed out at Leonardo, but with no intent to harm him. Leonardo could see the panic and anxiety flashing in the older teens eyes and the tears he held back.

Leonardo backed off to give the box turtle space to breathe, shushing softly as he tried to disarm the situation. “I’m sure you can manage, but maybe you oughta go help your Don with the Mikey’s? They’re kinda freaking out and I’m sure Big Mike’ll appreciate a big brother right now. And could you check on mine too if you don’t mind?”

Leonardo nodded toward Donnie and the patients in his care. Raph looked quickly between the three mutants and Leonardo before his expression went almost somber and he raised a massive hand to wipe at his eyes. He lumbered off without comment to do as Leonardo suggested.

Leonardo finally let himself take a shaky breath, flapping his wrists as he searched around for some idea— something to spark a plan in his mind on how to save the Splinters— how to even find them! But he saw nothing and gave a frustrated whine before he spotted Raphael peeking into the room. He hurried off to meet his leader.

“What happened…?” Raphael asked. His voice was soft and strained and so heavy with exhaustion that Leonardo wondered how he could still be standing.

“Draxum.” Leonardo said softly, hovering a hand above Raphael’s shoulders and waiting for the snappers grunt of approval before laying his hand down and starting to stroke Raphael’s thick skin. “He came and he took dad and the other Splinter.”

“No…” Raphael whined and leaned against the wall so he wouldn’t collapse under his own weight or worse— fall on top of Leonardo. “We have to go…”

Leonardo helped to support Raphael, carefully helping the snapping turtle to stand a little straight. “You need to rest pobrecito. Ven rápido! I’ll get you tucked in.”

“But… dad…” Raphael panted softly, letting himself be guided away by Leonardo.

“Don’t worry! I can handle it! You just go and rest up if you can, I’ll let you know when we figure something out.”

Leo caught sight of his counterpart leaving, and then he saw Raphael and his blood started to boil again. By the time he caught up, Leonardo was already guiding Raphael to lay down in Donnie’s bed and was covering him with the blankets.

“What are you doing?”

Leonardo shushed Leo as he continued to tuck his brother in and fold the covers under Raphael’s plastron. “Raphael needs to rest.”

“Rest—?! Did you not just see what happened?! Do you not realize what—“

“Step. Back.” Leonardo placed himself between Leo and Raphael, “You’re really starting to get on my nerves.”

“Oh— I’m sorry!” Leo mocked, “I didn't realize I was hurting your feelings!”

“Never said that you were.” Leonardo laughed, “But if you keep pressing my buttons then sooner or later you’re gonna find the ‘kick you in the ass’ button!”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise!” Leonardo chirped quite cheerfully.

“Leo, it’s fine…” Raphael said, holding onto Leonardo’s hand for support. The mutant winced with each shout and sharp word as it they were knives instead.

Leonardo squeezed Raphael’s hand in a gesture of comfort. 

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet, either!” Leo said, leaning over Leonardo to point at Raphael.

“The hell he do?” Leonardo tried to shove Leo back, but the brick wall of a mutant didn't move.

“Your Raphael is a loose canon! At the drop of a dime he’ll blow a gasket!” Leo said.

“Sounds like the pot calling the kettle black.” 

“He attacked me!”

Leonardo looked between the sheepish mutant hiding beneath the covers and the bold, brackish leader tearing into them. “Really? He attacked you? Completely unprovoked?”

“Yeah.” Leo crossed his arms. “Yeah— he did.”

Leonardo didn't believe it for a second. “What the hell’s your problem man?” He was more tired than angry at that point, but the words had to come out.

“My problem?!” Leo put his hands to his chest as if he couldn’t believe he was being accused of anything.

“I understand you’re under a lot of stress right now, but that gives you no right to terrorize my family like you’ve been doing! You’ve found a fault with us at every turn and take every possible available chance to ‘assert your dominance’ or whatever over children! Literally— Raph is fucking sixteen! You’re a grown ass man and you’re so insecure in your own abilities that you have to cut down literal kids to make yourself feel better!”

Leo gasped and tried to speak, but Leonardo didn't let him.

“You’re so ‘honorable’ that you would willingly make children cry for daring to have their own thoughts or feelings or personality. Just now you nearly went after your own brother while he was in tears and could hardly breathe! What kind of leader does that?!”

Leonardo flashed his sword as he advanced on Leo, with no intent to use it but every intent to prove he wasn’t scared to.

“You’re so fucking.... Pathetic that you can’t stand the thought that maybe my Raph is a better leader than you! That maybe my brothers treat your family more like family than you do! And if you’re so intent on terrorizing my brothers like you’ve been doing—“

Leonardo was suddenly calm again, stepping away from Leo and holding his odachi at the ready. His bi-chromatic eyes glistened as a sheen went over his blade. 

“Then I challenge you.”

Leo blinked. “What?”


Leonardo aimed his weapon, the tip of his odachi just barely brushing up against the leader's nose.

“I challenge you to a Ken no kettō…”

[rumanc3k]

Assertive

Requested: No Warning: smut, fluff, daddy kink, very light praise kink Pairing: Spencer x Reader Word Count: 1.6 k A/N: I like this one a lot If you guys do too I’m thinking about turning it into a little series of Spence and y/n trying new things

   You jumped at the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut harshly and turned to see your boyfriend kicking off his slacks and dropping his briefcase to the floor.    “Hi, baby how did it go?” You asked getting off the couch and making your way to him. He frowned and shook his head, wrapping his arms around your waist.    “Not very well. I don’t think they listened to a word I said before the Q & A portion of the presentation.” He huffed kissing your lips. You gently pushed a stray hair behind his ear and smiled.    “Maybe they were too distracted by your cool socks.” You said wrapping your arms around his neck. He chuckled and glanced down at his pink socks.    “Perhaps. I just don’t think I’m gonna take these seminars anymore. I picked the BAU instead of teaching for a reason.” He said kissing your forehead.    “I think you just need to be a little more assertive.” You suggested. He shrugged.    “How? I don’t exactly know how to do that.” He replied pulling away and taking off his coat and scarf before going to sit on the couch.    “It’s easy. You just have to dominate the situation. Make it so they have no choice but to be interested in what you have to say.” You said joining him. He quirked his brow and nodded.    “I guess you’re right. I just feel like since I have such a hard time asserting it in other aspects of my life doing it for work wouldn’t be much easier.”    “Like what?” You asked cocking your head. He reddened and chuckled nervously.    “I didn’t mean it.” He said trying to brush it off.    “Spencer! What other aspects of your life?” You pressed trying to suppress the smile on your face. He twiddled his thumb nervously and sighed.    “Sometimes I wish we could do other things in the bedroom.” He said quietly. You made a face of both confusion and amusement, taken aback by the topic.    “Like what?” You asked, feeling an overwhelming curiosity taking over. He shrugged uncomfortably.    “Sometimes I would like to be a little rough with you.” He said studying your face carefully.    “Oh. Why didn’t you just ask baby?” You said smiling. His eyebrows shot up in surprise and his body relaxed.    “Really?” He questioned in disbelief.     “Yes, really silly. We can try whatever you want.” You said putting your hand on his knee. He placed his hand over yours and grasped it. You squeezed it back and pulled him towards the bedroom.     “You know you really don’t have to do this (y/n), I don’t want you to feel forced.” He said watching as you closed the door.    “Well, maybe I want to.” You teased pushing him on to the bed and straddling his knee. He searched your eyes for doubt and you kissed him softly, cupping his face to let him know you trusted him. He pulled away and placed his hands on your waist.     “In that case, could you please take off your clothes baby?” He said watching you step back. You lifted your shirt off slowly, Spencer biting his lip when he sees you aren’t wearing a bra. You kicked off your leggings and panties before straddling his knee again. “Good girl. Do you want to show Daddy how good you are and cum on my thigh?” He cooed, finding more confidence in seeing the wet spot left in your underwear.     “Yes, Daddy.” You mewled wrapping our hands around his neck and twirling his hair between your fingers. You began rocking your hips back and forth, excited by the foreign friction of his soft cotton dress pants against your bare core. “Oh fuck.” You mumbled leaning forward and rocking your hips faster, gripping his hair in a fist.     “You look so hot right now baby.” Spencer moaned feeling his cock strain against his pants. He watched as your mouth fell open and your eyes glazed over, fighting for enough friction to finish. You whined as you got closer, feeling your body tense. He smirked and grabbed your hips, interrupting your oncoming orgasm.     “Baby! Please!” You cried out squirming against him.     “But I haven’t even started with you yet?” He cooed flipping you over onto the bed and climbing on top. He leaned down and kissed your neck, his soft warm lips heating up your skin. He moved down to your chest, biting into the flesh and sucking harshly. You arched your back and cried out, feeling both pain and pleasure as he kissed over the sensitive skin. The rhythmic pulse between your thighs felt unbearable as Spencer kissed down your body towards your heat. You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched as he got down to level himself with your vagina. He looked up and held your eye as he stuck out his tongue and began to lick at your clit. You moaned at the sudden contact, dropping back down and tangling your hands in his hair.     “That feel’s so fucking good Daddy.” You moaned pulling him closer to you by his hair. He smirked against you and teased your entrance with his fingers. He slowly pushed two in, groaned lowly at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. Your soft moaning made his dick stir, aching to be touched and his finger sped up. Your grip loosened on his hair as his movements pushed you towards your climax. “Like that! I’m gonna cum baby!” You whined, grinding your hips on his face. He put more pressure using his tongue and you practically screamed, feeling your orgasm ripple through your body. He kept going until you pushed his face away, pulling your legs away from him. He sat up, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. “What?”    “You’re just beautiful.” He said standing up and loosening his tie. “Now I want you to take off my pants and show me how badly you want me to fuck you.” He dropped his shirt and tie to the floor as you quickly got to your knees in front of him. You undid his belt and pushed his pants down, kissing slowly over the bulge. He groaned and grabbed your hair by the root, driven crazy by the feeling of your mouth so close but so far. You hooked your fingers in his briefs and pulled them down. You could practically see the blood pumping in his veins from lack of attention.    “Oh, Daddy look at how hard you are?” You purred taking him into your hand. He hissed and pulled you towards him, pushing his cock in your mouth. Spencer's hips shuddered as you moved your hand to his balls and took him deeper, bobbing your head.    “Fuck (y/n) your mouth is incredible.” He groaned. You flattened your tongue and eased him into the back of your throat. He bucked his hips making you gag, the sensation driving him crazy. He held your head still and began thrusting, watching you choked around him. “That’s it, baby.” He moaned already feeling his release coming. He slowed down, pulling out of your mouth and almost cumming just from the sight of spit dribbling down your chin, lips red and slick. You looked up at him and smiled.    “Are you finally gonna fuck me now?” You teased wiping your chin on your discarded shirt and standing up. He laid back on the bed and motioned for you to get on top of him. You straddled him and leaned in for a kiss, feeling his hands wander over your body.     “I want you to ride me. Is that okay?”     “Of course Daddy.” You said sitting back and slowly stroking his dick. You lowered yourself on top of him, slowly adjusting to his length. He watched your every move, pushing his hair out of his way as his forehead began to sweat. You planted your hands on his chest, using it as leverage as you started bouncing on him. His eyes screwed shut, unable to do anything but dig his fingernails into your hips as your walls tightened around him.    “You feel so good please go faster.” He groaned moving his hand to your ass and helping you rock your hips. You reached down and began rubbing your clit, feeling your second orgasm coming quickly. Spencer noticed this and snapped his hips up to meet yours, brushing our g-spot. This new feeling unraveling you. He watched in awe as you bucked wildly against him, chasing your high. He twitched inside of you, feeling his own close behind. You climbed off and took him into your mouth. “ Your such a good girl, look at you cleaning up the mess you made.” You took him into the back of your throat and his hands shot to the back of your head, pushing it down. He whined, his load filling your throat. You slowly pulled off, swallowing to his surprise. You sat wordlessly panting for a moment.    “Well, was that good?” You asked falling forward on him. He wrapped his arms around you and nodded vigorously.     “You did amazing baby. Thank you.” He cooed kissing your forehead.     “Of course Spencer I love you. And Daddy huh?” You asked earning a groan from him. “Hey, I didn’t say it was a bad this I’m just surprised.” You added making him chuckle.     “Fair enough. Did you enjoy it?” He asked.     “Absolutely. I could live with a more dominant you.” You said sitting up. He smirked and pulling you in for a passionate kiss.    “Good to hear. We should probably clean up. You go start the shower.” He said after parting. You happily obliged, making your way to the bathroom. Spencer sat for a moment wondering how he came to be so lucky

[jenonctcity]

No Nut November - Renjun

Huang Renjun – Smut, Crack, Fluff

Warnings: Explicit content, a lot of mentions of penis’s, female masturbation, male wet dreams.

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: 00’s line take part in No Nut November.

The Rules of No Nut November:

You cannot have sex, masturbate, or nut in any way, shape, or form.

Watching pornography and having boners are allowed, but you can’t nut.

You are only allowed one wet dream. If you have more than one, then consider yourself out.

You do not have 3 strikes; you only have one shot at it. If you miss it, you’re out.

 If you have passed the month with a total of 0 nuts, you are a victor and you shall qualify for Destroy Dick December (Not Recommended).

Look man, just don’t nut in 30 days. 

Series

 You were horny. You couldn’t find any other words to describe the tingling sensitivity you felt within the confines of your panties. You needed Renjun, and you needed him now. He’d spent the day with Jaemin, Jeno, and Haechan doing god knows what, probably playing video games and eating till they felt sick. Now as he sat on the edge of his bed, scrolling through his YouTube feed absentmindedly you decided now was the perfect time to get some dick.

You had the whole thing planned out, you were gonna start by kissing his neck from behind, then you would rub his cock over his jeans to get him hard. You weren’t quite sure about the next step yet, you would either suck his dick down your throat till he had you gagging, or push him back onto the bed and sit on his face till your thighs were shaking and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You figured you’d just decided which option to take in the moment. But the final step in your plan was riding him until he took you to cloud 9 and back. You snuck up behind him, the first step in your plan now underway.  

“Hey baby.” You purred in his ear, running your hands round his body to his chest and stroking it with lingering fingers.

“What’s up beautiful?” He didn’t take his eyes off of his phone, even when you started to press teasing kisses to the warm skin of his neck.

“I want you.” You got straight to the point, trailing a hand down to the slight bulge in his jeans. He was quick to grab your hand, pulling it away and turning his head to face you. You frowned at him, confused as to why he wasn’t jumping at the chance to fuck you when you were basically offering your pussy up to him on a silver platter.

“I can’t, sorry.” He shrugged, standing up from his spot on the bed and facing you as you knelt on the bed where he had previously been sitting. He’s never turned you down for sex before during your entire year long relationship, so this was completely baffling you.

“What do you mean you can’t?” You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head slightly almost like a curious puppy would when hearing something they haven’t heard before.

“The boys bet me that I couldn’t do no nut November, I said I could.” He shrugged like it was nothing. “If I last the entire month without orgasming once then they buy me a laptop. If I lose then I have to do anything they want for an entire day.” He chuckled at the look of anger on your face. “Sorry babe.” He cupped your cheeks and pressed a quick kiss to your pouted lips.

“I hate you. I can’t go a whole month without sex, you absolute fool!” You gave him a whack on the arm, your sexual frustration getting pent up and making you want to slap the shit out of him.

“You’ll live! It’s just a month and you can masturbate! You’ll be fine.” He sat beside you on the bed again, pulling you close with his arm around your shoulder. “Lets cuddle.” His grin was pissing you off even more.

“Pfft, lets cuddle, what a complete cum rag stupid idiot.” You mumbled, laying down on the bed with your back to him. He laughed when he heard your non-threatening mumbling. “I wanted my guts rearranged by dick but all I’m getting is a stupid cuddle.” You snuggled into the pillow, your scowl threatening to become permanent. He wrapped his arms around you and spooned you from behind.

“You’ll get over it. Don’t even think about rubbing your ass against my cock.” His lips felt were soft against the back of you neck, his breath cool against the warmth of your skin and sending a chilling shiver down your spine. You huffed and closed your eyes, hoping a nap would dull the horniness into nothing.

 Day 8:

It was a week later, day number 8 to be exact, when you decided you couldn’t last any longer. You needed Renjun’s dick. So, he was shocked to walk into his room and see you spread eagle on the bed, naked as the day you were born, rubbing your clit with two fingers and giving him a seductive look. You were even more shocked than him when he burst out into a fit of laughter. Your fingers stopping and mouth popping open to give him a gormless look.

“Why are you laughing?!” You closed your legs, sitting up on the bed and folding your arms over your chest, looking him straight in the eyes and trying to assert some dominance over him.

“You’re a funny girl.” He strode across the room, throwing himself onto the bed beside you and smiling widely at you making his eyes crinkle up.

“This isn’t funny. I need sex.” You looked down at where he laid next to you, glaring at him to show him how you didn’t find your needs funny. He just continued to smile at you, batting his eyelashes innocently as he looked your naked body up and down.

“Lay down.”

“Why?”

“Just lay down.” His voice held an authoritative tone that you knew to obey. You felt a light spark of hope flicker in the pit of your stomach as you laid down on the bed, opening your legs back up to give him access just in case he planned on needing it. “Be a good girl and you’ll get rewarded.” He smirked, sitting up on one of his arms to face you. He placed his other hand on your knee, very slowly and teasingly trailing it up your thigh, leaving a searing feeling behind from his touch. You watched his face as a substitute to watching his hand, his plump bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he concentrated on making you feel good.

“Please…” You figured if you begged he would be more likely to give you what you wanted.

“Such a brat.” His fingers ghosted over your slit, his touch light as it scaled up and down your wet folds. “Trying to seduce me when you know I’m not going to cave in.” He leaned in and pressed his lips against your, not wasting time to slip his tongue in the cavern of your mouth. With his tongue pressing to yours, he put pressure on your clit, rubbing it in circular motions and letting your moans slip into his mouth. “So, because you’ve been such a bad girl.” He removed his hand from you, smirking against your mouth before pecking your lips once more. “You don’t get anything.”

“RENJUN!!!”

 Day 13:

When Renjun opened his eyes in the morning, the first thing he saw was you grinning at him with a wide, shit eating smile. He furrowed his eyebrows, a yawn breaking from him as he wondered what you had to be so happy about that early in the morning.

“Good morning Mr Huang.” You greeted him, sitting up and stretching your back out.

“What did you do…?” He asked with suspicion in his tone, his voice coming out groggy and clad with remnants of sleep.

“Oh my sweet, sweet boyfriend, it’s not what I did.” You reached over and pulled back the duvet, revealing his naked body to the cool air of the morning floating through the cracked open window. “But what you did.” You used to your finger to point accusingly at the pool of dried cum on his toned stomach. His flaccid dick laying against his thigh. “I enjoyed every second of your wet dream. As did you I believe.” You had a face of a cat that had caught the mouse, your smugness building in your chest and making you let out an evil like laugh. Renjun sighed, rolling his eyes and relaxing back against his pillow. “Anyway, now you lost your bet, get that bad boy up again so I can ride you till I see stars.” You swung your leg over his thigh, mounting his hips and smiling cutely at him. You rubbed your hands over his chest and bit your bottom lip.

“Actually, it states in the rules that one wet dream is allowed. So, my bet is still on.” It was his turn to be smug now, his lips pulling into a sadistic yet sleepy smirk. Your face fell faster than a skydiver wearing a ton of bricks as you rolled off of Renjun, kicking your legs into the bunched-up duvet as you started to throw a mini tantrum.

“FUCK!”

 Day 25:

The stubbornness your boyfriend had shown over the past 25 days was actually rather impressive. You didn’t think he’d have lasted this long and you started to get prouder of him as the days went by, your mood doing a complete turn from when you were just constantly horny and angry. Those feelings fizzled out after you watched Renjun whine about being horny but being too persistent to give up on his bet. The poor man sat there with a raging stiffy in confines o his boxers, refusing to let you touch it and pretty much stamping his feet to the floor in need. After his boner had gone down without release, you stroked his head and gave him all the kisses he needed, telling him how pleased you were with his hard-headedness. You also apologised for trying to sabotage him in the early days. You were being strategic though, because you knew once the month was up he was going to give you some mind-blowing sex, and if he wasn’t still mad about you trying to destroy his no nut streak, then he would give you multiple orgasms. So yeah, your apologising was mostly to benefit yourself.

“What are you doing baby?” Renjun walked up behind you were you sat at the dining table of the dorm, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I’m just doing a written plan of all the sex positions we are going to try at approximately 12:01am on December the 1st.” You shone a bright grin at him, then rested your head against his. “Oh and I’ve drawn some diagrams too.” He squinted at your poorly drawn stick figures, trying to decipher who was who and what body part was doing what.

“What position is that?” He moved a hand from the warmth of your waist to point at one of your diagrams. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out what position you’d drawn the stick figures in, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“It’s supposed to be doggy style but it looks more like I’m cleaning the floor and you’re just stood behind me…” You tilted your head too, trying to figure out yourself why you’d drawn it so badly.

“Why have I got three legs…?” You stilled at his question, letting out a soft laugh and rolling your eyes.

“That’s your penis, silly.”

“Why is it the same length as my leg?”

“Look it’s not an actual size diagram Renjun, enough of the questions alright?”

 Day 30:

Today is the day, well…technically tomorrow is the day, but that didn’t matter to you. Because in less than an ten minutes, the clock would tick over to 12:01am on December the 1st, and you’d finally get to feel the sweet feeling of a hard, dripping cock nestled tightly within the space of your wet walls.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited about something before in my entire life.” You laid on Renjun’s bed, making sure his roommate was going to be out the entire night – yes you may have threatened Jeno but he’s easily forgiving. 

“I can tell.” He laughed, lying beside you on the bed and staring up at the ceiling.

“I can’t believe you lasted a whole month without an orgasm! Your balls must be blue as fuck.” You giggled, lacing your fingers through his own. His hand felt a little bit clammy in your dry, cool hand. The heat from his hand warming your palm up, the heat meandering up your arm to spread throughout your body.

“They’re about to get a lot bluer…” He mumbled as quietly as possible.

“What did you say?” You glanced at him, not hearing his words.

“Nothing my darling.” He faked a smile at you, bringing the back of your hand to his lips and softly laying a kiss to it. You’d set an alarm for the magic minute, jumping up when it rang out in the room.

“Finally!” You mounted Renjun, turning off the alarm and hurrying to pull your t-shirt over your head.

“Actually…I er…spoke to the boys and they said they’re give me 100,000KRW if I participated in Destroy Dick December…so I said yes…if I have sex with you now then I know I’ll cum more than once so it’s best if I just do it myself...” The nervousness in his voice made it crack, gulping as he watched you with cautious eyes. Your silence scared him, especially when your eye twitched and nails dug into his chest, a slight wince marring his features. Anger boiled through you, rising up like a thermometer about to reach its peak temperature. “I’m sorry! Don’t be mad…we can fuck tomorrow!”

“DON’T BE MAD?! ARE YOU FUCKING HAVING A LAUGH HUANG RENJUN?!” Your scolding shouts could be heard through the walls, Jeno sitting wide eyed in the living room as he couldn’t help but listen to the situation happening inside his shared bedroom with Renjun. “It’s not going to be December that destroys your dick. I’m going to destroy it if you don’t fuck me right now!” Jeno burst into fits of laughter, finding Renjun’s difficult situation to be hilarious.

“Poor guy…” Jeno mumbled, putting his airpods in to drown out any more uncomfortable sounds that might resound from the room.

No Nut November: Huang Renjun – Success.

(A/N: Hey! I hope you liked this, please leave me some feedback if you could! Also, which member would you like to see next for the NNN series? I was just going to do it in age order but if I get enough people wanting a certain member next then I’ll do it that way instead.)

[sevenstarsinning]

*kicks down door* can i get a muhfuckin Mommy Kink for Vegeta like pretty fuckin PLEASE.💙💙💙💙🤠

We co-wrote this one and like the daddy kink, this is more of Vegeta with a mommy kink without calling it that. Hope that’s okay!

Another long day at work came to an end and you couldn't wait to get home and relax for the weekend. Your daughter was going to her dad's for a few days and Vegeta had pretty much moved in. That meant lots of alone time with no interruptions.

You unlocked the front door and entered to find your living room in complete disarray. Vegeta was slumped on the couch and your daughter was in the process of drawing on his arm with a marker.

"Why does it look like a tornado blew through here?" You asked as you deposited your keys on the small table near the door.

"Because I'm the Prince of all Saiyans." Vegeta muttered without looking up.

You sighed and kicked off your shoes, "and that means?" 

"It means I'm not responsible for the mess." He barely shifted on the couch.

You glared at him but decided to yell at him after your daughter was gone. You helped her pack a bag and get ready for her dad to come get her.

"He's not coming in this time, is he?" Vegeta stood by the front window watching for your ex to show up.

"So you can threaten his life again? I'm not that stupid, Vegeta," you replied as you bent down to help your daughter put her shoes on.

"It's not like he didn't have it coming," he grumbled. His body tensed when a car pulled up on the curb outside.

You stood and grabbed your daughter's hand before turning to Vegeta. "You better behave."

Vegeta stood in the doorway, making his presence known while you walked your daughter down to the car.

"Have fun with your dad and call me if you need me." You knelt and hugged her before letting her go.

"I see he's still here." Your ex opened the car door.

"That's none of your business." You glanced back at Vegeta to make sure he was still at the door and not charging at your ex.

"I don't like him and I don't want him around her," he said as if it was really his decision.

"I don't really care what you think about him. He cares about us and he would burn this entire city to the ground if anything happened to her. Can you say the same?"

He rolled his eyes and closed the door before walking around to the driver's side. You waved to your daughter as he sped off.

By the time you turned around, Vegeta had already gone back inside.

You closed the front door behind you and got a harsh reminder of the mess in your living room when you turned around.

"You're really going to leave me to clean this up?" You asked.

Vegeta was standing at the foot of the stairs waiting for you to go up and fuck him for the rest of the night.

"Just leave it. You can clean it later." He waited impatiently.

"And you're not going to help at all?" You crossed your arms and stood firm.

"Why would I? It was the child that made the mess, not me."

"You were supposed to stop her from doing it in the first place!"

"No, you told me to watch after her. She's still alive so my job is done." He was growing more impatient by the second but you weren't giving up that easy.

"Vegeta, clean up the mess." You emphasized each word to get your point across.

"No, you clean it." He refused. He was even more frustrating than usual and you were growing annoyed.

"Clean it up right now or else." You glared at him.

"Or else what, woman?" He narrowed his eyes at you.

"No sex until you clean it up," you said simply.

"What?! All because of a mess your terrorist of a child made?" He shouted.

"Do you know how frustrating it is to live with two children? Especially when one is a grown ass man that should be able to clean up after himself?"

"I am not a child!" He shouted and stepped towards you.

"You sure act like one! Maybe I should treat you like one?!" You were fuming and wanted him to understand that he needed to help out.

"I'd like to see you try," he shot back, taking another step closer to assert his dominance.

"Fine. If you won't act like an adult, go to the spare bedroom and don't come back down until you're ready to help like a good boy."

"I'm not some weakling you can order around, woman." He was curious about your behavior as he moved closer.

"If you want to touch me again, you'll do as I say." You refused to back down.

"You won't last the night. You'll be begging for my cock," he said in a low voice.

"Don't underestimate me, Vegeta. I'm not afraid to punish you," you warned. You could feel the mood shift between you and knew exactly how to make him listen.

He laughed, "punish me? And how would you do that?" He was clearly intrigued as he hadn't left yet.

"I have ways to bring a disrespectful little saiyan like you to your knees." You challenged him with a smirk.

"I've faced down the most powerful enemies around. There's no way a human can bring me to my knees." He said it with confidence but you could tell he was weakening.

"I know you're dying to taste me again. Just be good for me and you'll get what you want."

"Be good?" He tested the word as it felt foreign to him.

"Yep, be a good boy and I'll let you have whatever you want." You stepped closer to him, running your hand up his chest.

"What kind of witchcraft are you pulling on me, woman?" He asked, trying to ignore how your hand felt on his chest.

"It's called being a mom, no witchcraft required."

He looked down at your hand and back at you, "but you're-" 

You silenced him with your finger on his lips, "clean up this room and I'll show you what else I can do."

You brushed past him and headed to the kitchen. He didn't call after you or complain, he only let out a grunt before he began straightening up the room.

You grabbed something quick to eat while you waited and after a few minutes, he appeared in the opening to the kitchen.

"It's clean."

You were surprised and went to check his efforts. He had actually cleaned it up pretty well besides a few things here and there.

You turned around to see him waiting behind you, "such a good boy for me. Are you ready for your treat?"

"Yes, but it better be worth it."

You smiled and rested your hands on his chest. "You know I won't disappoint when you did so good."

You leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek. "Go upstairs and show me how sorry you are for talking back."

He grunted but nodded his head as he followed you up the stairs. His compliance was definitely different. Once you made it upstairs, you pulled him into the bedroom.

"I shouldn't forgive you so easily for raising your voice the way you did." You pushed him towards the bed and stripped out of your clothes, leaving a trail of them from the door to the bed.

He laid down and you crawled on top of him, straddling his hips before he could remove his own clothing.

He looked up at you questioningly but remained silent.

"You really don't deserve a treat." You lowered yourself onto the bulge that strained against his pants. 

He groaned and grabbed your hips, "but you said-"

"Didn't you learn your lesson about talking back?"

"Yes," he grunted and bucked his hips to feel more. You rolled your hips and rubbed harder against him.

"Tell me you're sorry for being a bad boy."

He snarled at you, "sorry."

You grabbed his jaw with one hand, "say it the right way."

"Sorry for being a bad boy."

"I'm not hard to please. Just do as I say and this won't happen again." You caressed his cheek and rubbed against his cock just right.

"Fuck, woman," he grunted and dug his fingertips into your hips.

"Something you want?" You cocked your head to the side as you watched him struggle.

You were both aware that he could toss you down and fuck you if he wanted to, but he seemed to be enjoying himself.

"No, this is fine," he said through gritted teeth.

"You don't sound very convincing." You started moving a little faster, pushing yourself closer to coming.

He gripped your hips tighter, "I want more." He demanded.

"That's not how a good boy asks for what he wants." You continued to move.

"Please?" He begged softly, barely holding on.

"Please, what?" You pushed a little more knowing he was seconds from breaking and overpowering you.

"Please give me more," he pleaded, "I'll be good for you."

[lilyeholland]

just like that

tom holland x reader

warnings: SMUT-TY as hell!!! mostly a bj (inspired by the gif, of course)

a/n: it literally looks like he’s saying “just like that” in this gif so i HAD TO

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the hotel door slams open, the two of you melting into each other as one. you both kick off your shoes and attempt not to break the contact. loud groans and impatient moans float through the room as tom drives you over to the bed. holding himself above you, parting lips for a few moments to admire your rosy-heated cheeks, he smirks seductively and places a lonesome strand of hair behind your ear.

“you’re so pretty,” he whispers, shaking his head like he can’t believe the sight that lies before him.

“you’re one to talk,” you say breathlessly. you rummage your hands through his slightly sweaty hair. with the heat of the world around you and the intense make out session you just had in the car (and a little bit in the elevator up to your room), it only made sense for both of your bodies to be writhing and radiating already.

you look at each other for another long-lasting moment, hiding so many words behind loving smiles and a sweet peck here and there. it’s nothing crazy now, just you soaking it all in before time goes by too fast to appreciate this.

tom shakes his head again and dives into you, tongue asserting dominance over you as well as his body; his hands holding your wrists down to the bed. he can tell you’re struggling to keep them under him, seeing as you need him so badly. he smirks again into the kiss, letting your hands free to touch his body. up and down his chest and back and into the back of his curly hair.

simultaneously, you flip over to be on top. tom’s hands now find their way to your waist and breasts and ass, feeling you up everywhere he possibly can. it’s just now that you realize tom still has his clothes on - a tight fitted button up shirt with gray suit pants. the dark blue tie around his neck was already loose from the events that happened in the car.

with his hands firmly gripping your ass, you move the momentum to his neck, leaving wet and sloppy kisses all while trying to undo the tie completely. maybe it wasn’t loose enough, maybe you were just too distracted, but no matter what you tried, it wouldn’t come off.

tom sits up straight, you in his lap just waiting patiently and touching over the bulge in his pants out of habit. he rips off his tie and throws it somewhere across the room. he grabs your face with both hands, getting right back into the kiss he never wanted to have left. now he’s back on top, leaning over you at the foot of the bed.

for the purpose of catching his breath only, he stops and huffs out a smile at you, inching his way further and further down your body until he reaches such desired destination. the dress you were wearing was just tight enough and short enough he could easily pull the lace thong you were wearing off your legs. he pulls you closer to him, spreading your legs as he kisses your inner thighs and hips. just hovering you, his hot breath touching you, he knows exactly what he’s doing and watching you squirm and beg under his touch is the only thing he wants.

“baby, don’t tease,” you start and pull him up to be at your level. although his lips are now back on yours, where they’ve always belonged, his fingers are still teasing you at your entrance, where they’ve always belonged. he slips the tip of his finger in, curling it as he pumps it in and out.

you buck your hips as your back arches off of the bed, drawing tom in closer by grabbing on his curls and moaning breathlessly into his mouth. he slips another finger in and distracts you from the kiss. your head falls off the edge of the bed, leaving more neck space for tom to work with and kiss. he just keeps getting lower and lower with his kisses, his fingers going deeper.

with two fingers still pumping in you, curling in a “come here” motion, he flicks his tongue right over your throbbing clit. eventually moving all around it. your back is arched completely as your hips move with his mouth. he smirks up at you, tongue still out and making it’s magic.

“oh fuck,” you say through your breath, holding a fist full of curls in one hand and holding tom’s hand with the other. “i’m so close, babe.”

tom just flashes you a devilish smirk; evil, even. he slows down his pace, knowing he’s driving you crazy. he just wants to see you beg for him.

“ugh tommy,” you say as he pulls his fingers out of you, slipping them in his mouth to replace the warmth. “don’t be like that, you shake your head at him as he shrugs with this sheepish little naughty smirk on his face.

“oh, you’re bad,” you say to him, crawling over to him as he props himself up with pillows.

he gestures to the way he’s laying and then crosses his arms, his bottom lip in his mouth and his eyes watching you and teasing you. “is that so?” he raises his eyebrows.

you scrunch your nose and flash him a playful dirty look, your legs now straddling his waist. “i hate you,” you snark at him, lips only inches away from his.

“mmhm, yeah, you keep telling yourself that,” he looks at your lips, then back at your eyes, smiling a devious smile at you before diving in for your lips.

it’s slower and gentle. although you want it to be rough and fast-paced, you enjoy the soft touches of his nose against yours and the delicate scoops his lips make with yours. you moan a little into his mouth, needy for more. his hands slowly start to touch you again, only his fingertips dancing along your waist as you suddenly grab his wrists and pin them down on the bed.

his eyes fill with curiosity and wonder as he looks your face up and down, only picturing in his wildest imagination what you could do next.

“no, no,” you pry yourself off of his body, still straddling him and holding his hands out to his sides. “you’re not getting back in that easy,” you tsk at him.

“are you serious?” his mouth opens wide, almost surprised at how dominant you’re acting.

you nod your head, “dead serious.”

his eyes are devious, his lips are twitching; aching to say something but too curious to decide what should be said. making your way down his body, hands and fingers taking theit sweet time caressing every curve of his making goosebumps appear all over his skin.

with his shirt now unbuttoned and open, you trickle your fingers down the center of his abs and stop right at his belt. it’s one of his ticklish spots so he squirms a little and runs his fingers through your hair as you stare at his groin area in aw.

you unbuckle his belt, smiling up at him and seeing this needy, almost whiny look to him. and as you pull down the waist band of his briefs, his hard member pops out and sticks straight up (of course with that little curve to it that you loved so much).

“oh wow, is this all for me?” you tease while actually gawking at how mesmerizing his whole figure is.

tom rolls his eyes playfully, his hands still in your hair, “just shut up and put your mouth on it,” he teases back.

you smile at him and shrug (playfully), laughing it off with him as you purse your lips right over his tip. you know if you start off heavy at his tip, he’ll be close to bursting soon.

just by swirling your tongue around it repetitively, he bites his bottom lip, sucking in air and releasing it through moans and grabbing fistfuls of your hair tighter.

you very slowly ease into it - tommy’s friend can be a little much to take on all at once - glancing up at him and smile when he tries to hold in moans or when his jaw drops even ever so slightly. you could brush your finger across the very bottom and he’d moan, that’s how needy he was.

once you get into a groove, bobbing your head up and down while moving your tongue randomly over his tip and down his shaft, his moans get louder and he’s no longer trying to hide the fact that he’s getting blowed from anyone.

he starts to get really vocal - “that feels so good”, “you’re so good at this”, and just nonesense words through moans and deep gasps.

his hand is still on the back of your head, holding your hair back when he guides you further and further down until your lips reach his skin and the tip is at the back of your throat. the feeling of being so deep is scary, but so worth the thrill when you see the look on his face - amazed and pleased in so many ways.

you keep going faster, knowing he has to be close soon since you’ve started to massage his gems with it too. he’s watching you take all of him, and then his vision goes darker and he looks up, panting breathlessly before he relaxes his head completely.

a few breatht grunts escape from tom and you try to make out what he’s saying before it becomes clearer. “oh my god,” he breathes out again.

“just like that.”

he’s bucking his hips and holding the back of your head, closing his eyes to focus only on the pleasure he’s receiving. “mmm, don’t stop. i’m so close.”

you don’t. you go deeper and faster just because he’s said this, knowing he’s close makes you want to take him so far over the edge so you keep going.

you can tell he’s about to cum when he tightens up every muscle and every grasp he has on you, when he flexes his abs and moans louder and louder as you keep sucking him off even after his sweet warmth has filled your mouth and you’ve swallowed. once he gets too sensitive, he starts shaking a little and that’s when you know when to stop.

he’s breathing so heavily, still not able to open his eyes, a little sweaty, but it’s hot. you lay down next to him, catching your breath as well, smiling at him and waiting for some feedback.

“babe,” he starts. “that was amazing. please do whatever you did every time.” he turns his gaze to look at you and kiss you deeply, passionately, roughly.

“your turn now?” he suggests with a wink.

you just shake your head and chuckle at his cute face. “i actually just wanna be like this, cuddling naked and kissing and maybe falling asleep?” you play with the distinct curls of hair by his ears.

“okay,” he smiles so brightly at you, admiring you and brushing his thumb across your face.

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[milkshakedoe]

tangentially related but real talk, whenever lesbians, trans or cis (and in some ways it’s even worse when it’s trans lesbians honestly), try to articulate their lesbianism / feminism / etc by threatening cis guys over their penises, like how you’d hurt and kick them in the balls or whatever, it just makes me feel that much less like i can trust you. i honestly don’t care whether it’s “venting” or not, when you say stuff like this then i know in that moment that if i were ever in a situation where you were to clock me as a cis guy you’d be thinking those thoughts about me. that you’d be thinking those thoughts about some closeted girl or some questioning person. that as an “out” girl i still have to constantly be proving myself as conclusively “not a man” within spaces that are supposed to be my safe havens. (cue trans women deriding other trans women as “suck-ups to cis people” or predatory perverts and probably pedophiles for being openly horny or having visible bulges or portraying themselves and letting themselves be portrayed in art and existing with big balls or strong chins or other “mannish” features... deriding other trans women for being “too much”.)

it’s not even just about lesbians really, this is why the idea that feminism and liberation politics ought to be about assigning blame to collective groups of individuals (i.e. “patriarchy happens because men, as a collective group of individual people, are individually all evil”) for structural problems is a poison imo. identity-centric feminism on here can never come up with an adequate answer to “what about closeted people, questioning people, etc” because the answer fundamentally doesn’t fit in with the idea of identities as these mutually closed-off groups with their own unique “moral compass” corresponding to their position on the “axes of oppression”. men are from mars and love domination and logic and being bad etc, women are from venus and love spirituality and cooperation and being good, enbies are from the moon or whatever. and it’s all just so simple.

the best that this worldview can come up with is to assert that somehow we’re magically able to tell the transgirl “eggs” from the real cis men who all individually must “pay” for patriarchy, and to apologize when they make mistakes. but at worst feminists will throw up their hands and say, “well, it’s unfortunate but it’s your problem for letting yourself be seen as a man. what about womens’ safety? isn’t it important for women to clock people as cis men in order to defend themselves against predators?”

[marvelmadam08]

The Captain & The Culprit (6)

After escaping from a Hydra lab you’ve been running and hiding since. Afraid of your abilities and your forgotten past, you keep away from people until The Avengers come and find you.

Summary: You see a different side of Steve during your visit with Dr. Banner, and new information about the lab where you were kept brings up unpleasant memories.

Warnings: Bratty behavior, slight daddy kink (Steve), repressed memories.

You knew you would have to be here at some point and time, but you didn't expect it to be this soon. Your heart pounds against your rib cage and you can't help but think of the number of ways you can make your escape. 

You sat in a medical examination room waiting for Dr. Banner to give you your check up. Steve had to throw you over his shoulder, kicking and protesting, to get you here. His grip on you tightens.

"Everything's gonna be fine." He assures you "Dr. Banner has done this procedure plenty of times."

"That doesn't help me, I’ve never done this."

"It'll be over soon, I promise." Steve kisses your hands reassuringly

The door opens, you move further away when Dr. Banner walks in. He was a quiet man, kind of short, with graying curls on his head, he smiles at you over his glasses. You nod to yourself, confident you can take him down if needed.

"(Y/N) nice to see you again." He greets you then nods to Steve "Morning Cap."

"Dr. Banner."

"I take it you'll be staying for the exam?"

"You'll find it's easier that way."

"Then let's get started." Dr. Banner begins looking over the thin medical file in his hands.

You glance over and see multiple lines blocked out with black marker on the papers in his hands. And one with a huge 'restricted' stamped on in red ink. Dr. Banner lets out an annoyed sigh.

"Okay that gives me nothing to work with. We'll just have to start from the beginning." He takes out a pen "Birth date?"

"I don't know."

"Blood type?"

You shrug again.

"Age?"

"Steve thinks I could be in my early-twenties."

Dr. Banner shared a concerned look with Steve and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay we'll have to delve further into these test then. Let's start by drawing some blood."

"What?" You tense up again when you see him reach for a small kit, pulling out a needle in the process "Oh fuck this."

You jump up from your seat and make a run for the door, Steve grabs you from behind and turns you away from the exit.

"(Y/N) you have to calm down." He tells you

"No, I don't like doctors and I fucking hate needles. Steve get me out of here." You fight against his hold, the lights in the room flash on and off, random machines clicked on, beeping erratically. “Steve, don’t make me do this.”

"You'll barely even feel it." Dr. Banner assured, looking around the room at the malfunctioning equipment 

"Bite me, you short son of a bitch." You growl and attempt to kick the needle out of his hand

"Hey." Steve's assertive tone silences you "That's enough, Dr. Banner give us a moment."

He nods and leaves the room. Steve sits you back on the exam table keeping his arms on either side of you and gets in your face. There was a bit of anger in his eyes when he locked his gaze with yours.

"You need to trust me, and Dr. Banner. He's only trying to help and do his job."

"But-"

"Don't talk back." He demands in a low voice, you squirm a bit "You wanted me to be strict with you, now you got it. I know you're scared, but I'm not gonna let anything bad happen to you. When I call Dr. Banner back in here and you're going to apologize and get your blood work done. Got it?"

You nod and bite your lip.

"Use your words (Y/N)." He pulled your bottom lip from your teeth

"Yes sir." Let out a shaky breath, the lights dim in response and the equipment around you settled down 

"And we'll have a discussion about that mouth of yours later."

Steve pulls away, you immediately miss the heat from his body being so close to yours. While a different, infuriating heat builds up in your core. You don't realize Dr. Banner was back in the room until Steve cleared his throat. You jump at the sound, and do your best not to pounce on Steve when you see the dominating look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry for my behavior Dr. Banner, I'm ready when you are."

"Okay, let's get started." He reaches for your arm

"Wait." You sit Steve next to you and secure yourself in his lap, his arms instinctively wrap around your waist. You hold out your arm and duck your head in crook of Steve's neck "Okay I'm ready."

You whimper a bit when the needle digs into your skin. Steve rubs small circles on your thigh and kisses your forehead, while you dig your nails into his side and silently let tears run down your cheek.

"And you're done." Dr. Banner cleans your arm and puts a band-aid over where he stuck you. You don't bother to look at it you just cuddle closer to Steve. "I'm gonna get this examined and next week we'll do the physical. There won't be any shots with that one."

"Thank you Dr. Banner."

"It's my job Cap."

Steven pats you on your butt, you finally look up at Dr. Banner. "I'll be better next week."

"Looking forward to it." Bruce smiles before leaving the room, Steve wipes away stray tears from your face.

"That wasn't so bad now was it?"

"I guess not." You move off his lap, and avoid looking him in the eye, embarrassed by feeling the way you did

"What's wrong? Talk to me." he moved to stand in front of you at the edge of the examination table

"Just... When you shouted at me. It made me feel..." you struggled to find words for how your body reacted to Steve's sudden dominance over you, when the feeling washed over you again "Kind of tingly?"

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow

"Yeah, you’ve never yell at me. I kind of liked it." You drop your attention to your hands "You mentioned something about my mouth earlier."

His hands settle on your thighs and pulls you to the edge of the table, his lips lightly brush against yours before claiming you. His hands opens your legs wider giving him room to stand between them, and press his hips to yours. You moan feeling a bulge against your inner thigh. Steve kept one hand on your hip while the other tangled in your hair, without warning he pulled you away, you whimper.

"The next time you use that pretty little mouth of yours like that, I'm gonna take you over my knee and spank you. Understand?"

You try to nod but his hand keeps you from doing so.

"Yes."

"Yes what?" Steve watches you with dark lust filled eyes that make your whole body, and a few objects in the room, tremble with delight

"Yes Sir."

"Good girl." He pulled you forward for a deeper intoxicating kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You grab fistfuls of his shirt, with half a mind to rip it off him.

"I'm not interrupting am I?" Tony stood in the doorway, you almost fall off the table but Steve catches you and sets you on your feet.

"Stark." Steve straightens up his shirt, you hide behind him

"Banner told me I might find you in here, he didn't say you were- 'fonduing'." A sly smirk flashes across his face. "There's a briefing in the conference room."

"I'll be right there."

"Actually Fury asked for both of you in attendance." Tony points two fingers at you and Steve

"Both?" You finally speak up "Why do you need me?"

"Come to the briefing and you'll find out." Tony simply says "But by all means take your time."

"I was just making sure (Y/N) was-"

"Being a good girl?" Tony failed at hiding his amusement, your cheeks heat up in the process "I'll tell everyone you'll need a minute."

Halfway out the room Tony locks the door behind him before closing it completely. Steve turns to you, eyes still wild as before, but a light blush on his cheeks.

"We should get to that meeting." You quickly suggest 

"No, I'm really gonna need a minute." He signed heavily glancing down at his pants. You look and see the very visible bulge in his pants

"Oh." You blush and bite your lip

"Don't do that." He pulls your lip from your teeth again

*

*

You and Steve make your way to the conference room in time for the meeting to start. The first person you make eye contact with is Natasha, who still had some discoloration and bruising around her nose. You keep your eyes down until you reach your seat between Sam and Steve. You hear Tony quietly laugh to himself and you sink into the chair further.

A hologram of Fury appears at the head of the table and he waste no time, jumping right into what's was going on. A projector following along, showing pictures and short clips of what Fury was describing.

"This, ladies and gentlemen, is what's on the agenda for the next mission. Our sources tell us that there's some sort of underground trading going on the edge of Moscow, Russia.”

“What's the product?” Natasha asked 

“An illegal super soldier serum."

Your eyes flicker to the projector and a syringe filled with a bright blue liquid next to dirty medical tools. You subconsciously shift in your seat and reach for Steve's hand under the table. Even Bucky averted his eyes to the patterns in the wood on the table.

"Now, we have the time and place, and one of our own posing as a the host for this deal. And one of the possible buyers is this man-" the picture changes again to a mugshot of an older man with dark brown hair and seriously scarred face and dark eyes "Dr. Lewis Smith, a former Hydra agent known highly for illegal experimentation."

"Dr. Smith was last seen somewhere in Nevada after the destruction of one of Hydra's bases." The picture changes to a building burned from the inside out, your breathing catches in your throat. "Approximately six months ago, he's been underground ever since."

A familiar wave of fear comes over you as you get a flash of being tied up and dragged from the trunk of a car, and getting dropped in front of the building. You have to look up at the man that approached. His face was covered with a surgical mask but his dark eyes remained the same.

Now you know the eyes are on you, mainly because the hologram and projector flicker in sync with your uneven heart beats.

"(Y/N)?" Steve squeezes your hand “What’s wrong?”

"I know that place, I remember it." You whispered so soft you weren't fully aware you said it "I remember him."

[diveronarpg]

In fair Verona, our tale begins with CASSIAN BHATT, who is THIRTY years old. He is often called CASSIUS by the CAPULETS and works as their SOLDIER. He uses HE/HIM pronouns.

He never loved his father, not even as a child. Perhaps it was their differences, a long list he’s kept since the moment he could write. Maybe it was the way Cassian had always detested what other little boys his age lived for—playing catch, riding their bikes, skinning their knees with kids in the neighborhood—and instead found comfort in the logic and reason between book pages far more interesting. One would think an avid reader would have adored a son who took to written word just as he, but the division always came down to one thing. Preference. His was non-fiction. REALITY. Looking to the clouds, Cassian never saw some great, profound potential, nor fluffy animals and fun shapes like other children; what he saw was weather patterns. Mother Nature rearing its ugly head on those too stupid to know they’re hurting her. He saw a world wrought with misconception, filled with beasts and famine. Misrepresentation of the plague an entire people had reaped by being WEAK. He had no time for their dreams, for their wild imaginations, or their incessant need to color outside the lines—just like his father. A renowned professor who always asked the two simple questions, what if? and why? He sought out the answers of the universe, pondered the wonders of man’s most celebrated philosophers as he spoke at colleges and universities throughout Cassian’s youth. And while his father loved language, too, written word to eat up with his hands like a barbarian, he also favored the unthinkable: man is good, man is worthy, man is trying. His son knew better. And he preferred a fork and knife when he consumed his DOCTRINES.

It was only fitting his mother was a POLITICIAN, another lover of words, but spoken to the masses with the conviction only a snake could possess, spinning lies into truths with such flawless execution. Part of him was proud, as he aged and watched her take over the whole city, secretly wanting to do exactly the same thing. Afforded the best possible education, Cassian spent his teenage years not with his nose exactly in a book, but at dinner parties where the guests were the best names in Science. The most progressive thinkers on cancer research were regulars of his parent’s Saturday night euchre party and the highest ranking government officials spent two weeks in the summer at their villa in Naples. And that’s not to say he spent these nights hidden in a corner, keeping to himself so as to not disturb theSHARPEST minds in the world—no. Cassian offered the quickest of wit, the most illustrious of answers to their questions, a rigorous debate over gender politics once ensuing one Sunday during brunch. He’d said something scandalous like society is the only reason we conform so strictly to such labels, nearly causing the bulging blood vessel in the poor, old cazzo’s forehead pop. He met the man with bared teeth, smug grin plastered along his reckless features. Without abandon, that’s how he always spoke, but only when it counted. Only when he knew his breath wasn’t going to be WASTED.

He dealt in cruelty the more he aged, grinding it out of the bones he deemed less than, those not worthy of his time then suffering the worst FATE of all: his attention. It was rare that one could easily draw his gaze; Cassian is not readily amused, if ever. He deals in facts, in history and how it so clearly repeats, saving little time and even less energy for brevity, for romance or comedy. But when you dare to look a monster in the eye, when you issue that kind of challenge, when you provoke a man who takes pride in evisceration, one gets exactly what they bargain for: DESTRUCTION. He harnessed this power by way of making the rules bend to his will, not a creator of such a power, but someone strong enough to wield—to tame such a brutal thing. Law school was met with eager ears and a hollow hunger in his chest, a craving for knowledge making a home in his throat, never to leave again. But he put it to use when he ran his mother’s second campaign and managed a full schedule with the ease and grace only a man meant to rule the world could possibly possess. And it was a dangerous thing at that, the poise with which Cassian carried himself, with such avarice for not money butINTELLIGENCE. The smartest man in the room, that was what he truly wished to be, and it wasn’t too hard assert such dominance with the title of dottore of the Law now fashioned securely on his shelf.

It didn’t take long for him to have to put his newfound degree to the test, in fact it came the moment his mother’s name was SLANDERED in the press. Dragged through the mud so clearly by the opposition that he couldn’t not defend her, if for no other reason than not a soul speaks ill of the Bhatt name whilst he still has air in his lungs. His father may have soiled it with his prophesying and idealizing, but Cassian and his mother—though she loved the man for some reason; he can’t imagine why—still had something left of their lives to need Bhatt free and clear of any skeletons in its closet. Suing for libel, he won the case in record time, his words more convincing than that of the piss poor District Attorney who dared to try and poke holes in the confidence of a man with EVERYTHING to lose. So he took the sad sack’s job instead, convincing his boss to offer it up in under ten minutes flat. I just beat him, he’d said with a smug smile. And? he’d asked, brows raised at the sheer audacity of this sore winner. I can do the same for you. And with that, he had him. The position was his and he’d stood in the hallway of the courthouse, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall, watching as the fool lost everything. True power doesn’t come from giving orders, nor does it come from brandishing fine weapons or throwing mean fists; it comes from being the best, and Cassian Bhatt is just that. PERFECT in every way imaginable. Just ask him yourself.

LILLIAN WEN: Fiancée. A trophy, something to show off, to place upon his mantle with pride and evidence of his of true ambition. She is that and not much more, but what a pretty face indeed. Glistening like a diamond, he’ll wear her around town if for no other reason than how good she looks with his Versace loafers. Lillian is a prize he thinks he’s won, but he’s yet to cross the finish line. Don’t bite the hand that feeds, and silly boy, does she ever feed yours. Gloat all he wants, parade her around like a doll and forget all she’s giving him, but if Cassian isn’t careful his intricate little plan will foil right before his eyes as she walks out the door. There’s only so far to push someone standing on the edge of integrity. Best he start appreciating the good deed that’s come his way before it blows up in his lap. He can’t survive another tarnish on his good name, not after how hard he’s worked to clear it. Cherish her, Mr. Bhatt, lest you lose the one thing to make you look halfway decent: a good woman to love you.

MONA CHEN & TIBERIUS CAPULET: Extortionist & Captain. She has pictures, hundreds of them, and despite his best efforts to seize them time and time again—even going so far as to hire the best thief money can possibly buy—they remain in her possession. Kept taught between her palms, held tightly against her chest, used to pull the strings of a man not used to answering to God or anyone, let alone a Madame. But she’s smart, he’ll give Mona that, always protecting her Sparrows first even if it means ruining a good man’s reputation in the process. He has no other choice than to obey, no other option than to come to heel and kneel before her and her boss. Though it’s his captain he’s more worried about. Cosimo’s nephew isn’t a man he wants to find the bad side of, but he’s well on his way if he doesn’t do his part. If he doesn’t do exactly as she says, execute every single order perfectly, it’ll be his ass that’ll need saving. Not hers from whatever sort of wrath he thinks he can come up with to outsmart the most clever woman in Verona. Nor Tiberius’ from whatever power play the lawyer thinks the heir won’t see coming. Checkmate, Cassian.

CRISTIAN DE LUCA: Interest. He’s never been one to lust after kingdoms, preferring to stick to the shadows as a powerful entity of demise with the flick of his wrist not a booming voice. Cassian wishes to be flocked to, praised for his deeds not his ability to bring people to their needs but his knack for dissecting the brain, its desires and every machination. He sees something quite similar in Cristian, and it’s so very enticing, so exhilarating to spot a creature just like himself out here in the wild. He wants to know more, see more, hear more from the man who has done nothing but kick up dust in the subtlest of ways since his feet landed on Italian soil. Pulling at the strings of chaos is his specialty, but to watch a man so apt at his favorite wicked game is exciting to say the least. He knows the man’s allegiance, on which side of the bridge his loyalties lie, but when have rules ever stopped Cassian from getting what he wants? And what he wants is a look inside that beautiful Montague mind.

TAMURA CHIKO: War dog. Be careful with that one, they bite. Of this Cassian is positive, what with how many times he’s been on the receiving end of such sharp teeth. But there’s something lurking behind those eyes, he’s sure of it, if only he could just—no. They don’t let him. With an arm outstretched, Chiko keeps him at a distance, and with good reason. He’s every bit as dangerous as he looks, a serpent slithering beneath the shade of the brush, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce; and sink his fangs into their neck he will. Dio does he want to, oh, so very much. There’s something so fascinating about their restraint, their constant will to never break composure. They are a puzzle Cassian is desperate to find all the pieces to, if only to marvel at his handiwork for having put it together. Paying no mind to the wreckage looking at such a visceral image could cause. They are everything his opposite, all violent combat and trigger fingers. He wonders what it would be like to hunt a creature like that. Satisfying, he muses.

Cassian is portrayed by RANVEER SINGH and was written by SIDNEY. He is DECEASED.