#black sapphire x male reader

[fanged-fanfics]

YOUR STUFF IS SO >>>>>>>

Might I request some Black Sapphire Cookie with a very cuddly/physically affectionate reader? Either male or gender neutral reader, whichever you prefer

Hope you're having a fabulous day! ✨

☆ Holding A Gem — Black Sapphire Cookie x Male Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || he/him pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Black Sapphire was always one under admiring eyes, so it was safe to conclude that he adored being doted on. All the attention and praise was what he fed off of, it kept him going

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When it came to you, he was no different. He preens at all your compliments, accepts all gifts handed to him, anything you're willing to give, including physical affection

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You could even go so far as to say it's one of his preferred love languages. He'll very easily plop himself in your lap and begin laying on compliments while you pet his hair

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When he has a really hard day he'll silently hug you from behind or lay his head on you as a means of quietly asking for comfort

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He adores being lifted. If you can pick him up in your arms bridal style, he's immediately smitten ("Well, who knew my handsome guy was a strong one too? You never fail to impress me~")

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He'll let you cuddle with him while he's looking over scripts or working on new material, he claims it helps him focus and he'll give you little kisses throughout

ᯓᡣ𐭩 If you're at all into PDA he's definitely going to shamelessly cling onto you in public. He's not worried about rumors, he'll gladly tell people on a live broadcast who his boyfriend is, he feels no shame dating you whatsoever

ᯓᡣ𐭩 It eventually gets to a point where if you forget to cuddle him at your regular intervals he's gonna start thinking he did something wrong and butter you up, or just get huffy and upset and act pissy about it until you're snuggling again

[eepy-cookies]

Can you believe what after the update your almost the only one feeding the black Sapphire x reader tag? I'm in shambles

Interesting :0

Have another one!

[allimili]

k imma be real as shit here... THE AMOUNT OF TIMES IVE STALKED THIS ACCOUNT IS SCARY. I've probably seen a good 99% of all your posts.... IM SORRY ITS JUST TOO PEAK .... I HAD TO CONSUME IT ...

one day imma make fanart for you mark my words. MARK. MY. W O R D S. you cannot escape me.

but yeah! was wondering... Since we got yearning shadow milk... Would it be ok to ask for a yearning black sapphire... (preferably with a male reader if thats not off table.. But Idm if its gender neutral instead!) (pls your honor there is so little content about him im ripping my hair out and clawing at the bars of my enclosure ready to commit nefarious deeds once I breach confinement)

if not, thats fine!! I just rlly rlly love this goofy alastor x william afton love child wanna be....

anon calm down..?

[cookies-after-dark]

Doth though have any obsessive truthless recluse being horny on main for his obsession? Cause I need some horny truthless recluse shenanigans.

Can add Smilk or black sapphire if desired Im just reply in a truthless recluse mood👀👀👀

(May I be Jade anon? If it isn’t taken yet?)

additional tags: explicit content, angst, beast x ancient

ships: truthless recluse x reader, shadow milk cookie x reader, black sapphire cookie x reader

Trust that I WILL add that emotionally constipated emo idiot on this blog bevause he's honestly just so beautiful to me. I am addicted to the angst aspect of him pushing his loved ones away while also protecting them to his abilities. Even in his costume AU where he reflects on wanting friends and wanting to heal others despite his corruption makes me want to pick him up with my teeth and shake my head really fast.

So this is actually funny, but my uselessness comes out at this point because I can only think of very specific scenarios with Truthless Recluse getting intimate with the reader - porn with plot, lots of angst, afraid of intimacy and affection, but really enjoys the attention and the physical sensation. I cannot imagine the Truthless Recluse in any other situation outside of him wanting the reader to stuff his ass but will only allow them to eat his ass out for now, because he's afraid and overwhelmed of anything deeper.

I don't think he'd even care that much if the reader also fucked Shadow Milk Cookie on the side. They also roll in the hay every once in a while (in a very hateful, distrusting yaoi way). He would quietly give you the once over to male sure Shadow Milk didn't cause too much damage before he'd give you the side eye and dismiss you. You just keep searching for trouble despite his warnings, don't you?

With Black Sapphire Cookie? Truthless Recluse gives NO fucks about that guy in any way, and Black Sapphire holds resentment and wariness for Truthless Recluse for how heavily he affects master Shadow Milk Cookie. Being caught in rhe middle of this would be quite interesting, I'd say. (Black Sapphire KNOWS Truthless Recluse cares about you in some capacity and WILL fuck with this).

Love this dynamic, filled with feelings. No senseless porn with THIS emo cookie, oh no. I gotta add some drama to it.

(and yes, you can be Jade anon)

[envy-of-the-apple]

Dark!Naga!SatoSugu x reader

Top of the Food Chain

I've always wanted to continue my naga!mha fic but considering i dont write for deku+co anymore, i decided to move my au a couple fandoms over:D 1.8k wc

Part two , Part three

(Warnings: animal deaths, blood, obsession, dark content, slight gun threat but not rlly, polyamory, gender ambigious!reader) 

Despite being here for nearly a week, you still don't think Satoru understood how delicate you are. 

He's overbearing, in that sense. Constantly poking and prodding and squeezing until your lungs give and you're forced to squeak. You can't blame him for not understanding. He's an animal, after all. Inhuman. Despite his skin and hair, the scales coating his tail give away just how different he is. He was probably born fighting, kicking, and screeching his way through the foliage, hunting, chewing, and biting. 

He's not like you when all you knew when you were younger was coddling and softness. You can see it in his scars, and bruises, and marks. 

Luckily, for you, Suguru had an inkling that you weren't made for sharp claws. 

It's not a fight, you can tell when they're fighting, it's more like a warning? A minor disagreement. Suguru hisses at the other naga, scrunching up his face, showing his teeth. Satoru is quick to respond, but a little more playful. Fortunately for you, the black-haired male seems to win the argument. Satoru's coils loosen around you. Air stops fighting its way to get into your lungs. 

You finally go lax in his hold. Satoru seems to enjoy that, dipping his head to bury his face into the base of his neck. The first few times he did that, you were afraid he was trying to bite off your jugular. Now, you think it's just another way he can soak up your body heat. 

Maybe you've been here for longer than a week. At this point, you couldn't really tell. Hope that you'd be found was starting to slowly fizzle away. The explosion had been massive. The ship had sunk in a matter of minutes. With a disaster that huge, you doubt anyone would still be looking for survivors. Especially on an uncharted island, where myth had turned into reality. 

 Satoru had been the one you'd woken up to. Washed ashore, barely conscious. You were half-certain he was planning on eating you with the way he held your leg, watching your muscles bend and turn. In his defense, he must have thought you were dead. Your shrill scream quickly convinced him otherwise. 

It was barely a fight. More or less, a pathetic kidnapping as he grabbed your body, slinging it over his shoulder. You've never remembered screaming and crying so loudly before, convinced you were about to be eaten. Suguru probably heard you before he saw you. 

Satoru's mate was a little less impressed with you. Back then, they didn't bother learning your tongue, speaking in hisses and snarls, unaware of your misery. Suguru's frown was glued on his face, but the naga never let you run away, always keeping a hand or a tail on you at all times. It was a rough first day; you didn't know they weren't interested in eating you until they tried to feed you. 

Things were much different back then Nowadays, they are a lot more considerate of yourself and your soft body. You think you've come to an understanding with these strange creatures. 

Suguru was the nicest out of the two. In that, you mean the least rough. Compared to his counterpart, he's a bit smaller, but that's not saying there's any real difference. If it comes down to it, you are more than certain he'd be able to kill you off as quickly as his mate. You thought he hated you, at first. Now, you think he has a hard time showing blatant affection. His touches typically come in the dead of night, when you're barely conscious. A clawed finger gently raking over your soft skin. Large hands sculpting your face. 

Satoru's eyes were the first thing you noticed about him. Glittering like blue sapphires. You had a feeling they weren't just for show. Time and time again he's proven that he can see better than Suguru could. He smiles a lot more, but you're starting to wonder if that expression translates across species. He can speak your tongue slightly better than Suguru could. It most likely has to do with his insistence on staying with you. The more time you spend with him, the more you have to say 'No' 'Don't touch there' 'Stop'. 

In the rare times you manage to escape their hold, you like watching them interact with each other. They often sunbathe for hours, lazing around hot rocks to soak in the heat. They like touching each other. Sometimes it's aggressive, like when Satoru chomps on Suguru's neck and you're suddenly much more aware of how careful he is with you. Other times it's: soft, unintentional, meaningless. Languid cuddling when you are finally able to braid Suguru's hair. 

At this point, you've surmised they won't eat you. At least, not for the moment. You don't exactly know what they think of you. Do they have the concept of pets in their worldview? Maybe that's the closest thing you can place yourself as, at least in their eyes. They must think you're helpless. To them, you have no claws, no fangs, no venom. They probably don't know you come from a species that's hunted others to extinction and currently burning down the planet. You must be the first time they've ever seen your kind, stripped away from your weapons, when you're the least dangerous. 

"You should be more scared of me, you know," you once whispered to Suguru in the dead of night.

He was dozing off, blearily keeping his eyes open to stare at your moving lips. There was a grunt behind you, and Satoru tightened his arms across your waist. Greedy for affection, even in his sleep.

"Humans are terrifying," you said, reaching out to touch, "top of the food chain."

Suguru had smiled at that. You found yourself smiling back.

"You're lucky I didn't have a gun on me. You probably don't even know what that is." It's dark humor to press two fingers into his forehead. Your way of coping maybe.

Or perhaps your actions prove that humans will always desire to be violent, no matter how perilous their fight may be.

"Bang." He leans into your touch, unafraid. Oblivious to the threat that you are.

You're guessing Satoru only let you go because of the food Suguru brought.

You're able to feel the ground again as he glides over to Suguru having just come back from a successful hunt. The carcass of the largest deer you've ever seen is slung across his back. The smell of blood already makes you nauseous. 

You think Suguru had been the most panicked when you refused to eat, clicking and cooing while he tried to force-feed you the bloody leg of a bear. Back then, your communication was even worse than it was now. You were smeared in crimson by the time he relented. Practically dripping in it. 

Now, Suguru knows you have different tastes than them. You're not a big fan of raw. The fish and the handful of berries are more than enough to sate you as you gather the items he's given in your hands. 

"Thank you," you say. You reach out, touching his face with warm fingers. He purrs into your touch. You smile. It's the least gratitude you can give him. After all, he's not asking for much. If they hadn't found you, you would have been dead long ago, or at least, significantly less weaker. It's the least you can do. 

For a moment, you delude yourself into thinking they were your pets. It'd certainly be easy too. They have little to no regard for personal boundaries, much like dogs. They're more animalistic than they are human. 

It's funny to think of these monsters as lovable pets.

"Thank you," Suguru repeats. You giggle. It's not like they actually understand you. It's simple mimicry. Like talking to a parrot. 

"Thank you!" Satoru chirps, never one to be left out. He pushes his mate out of the way, eager for your pets as well. Suguru hisses, but doesn't argue. You've learned they like to be scratched right there on the bottoms of their chins. 

Suguru's less obvious, but Satoru has no desire to pretend. He melts into you, practically slumping his weight into your weak hold. It's a little adorable actually. You give a little laugh. He seems even more pleased at that. 

They're fun to be around, but this can't last. You belong with other humans, far far away from this island. So far, you hadn't seen any boats in the horizon, but you hope one would come by soon. A plane would be even better. Close enough to give you hope. Maybe if you built a big enough fire, it'd reach someone eye. 

Hopefully, in just a few weeks, these creatures will be a very cherished memory. 

You frown when Satoru reaches over to grasp at your food, the meat specifically. You glare, moving away from his hold. He titters in clear disappointment. You hate seeing him sad but you already have so few food sources. It's best to conserve whatever you get. 

"No," you pointedly tell him, "It's mine. Mine." 

His frown deepens, and he opens his jaws to let his fangs pop out. 

"Mine," you repeat. 

He leans back, huffing. You laugh because you know his expression is more out of frustration than any actual anger. Again, animals. You pet his head in apology, before turning away. You'd have to start a tiny fire to start cooking. Raw fish is edible, but it's hardly desirable. 

A hand grabs yours, clawed, the grip is tight around your frail skin. When you look back, Satoru is staring at you. Eyes wide. Eager. 

"Mine," he says, but it's more like he's testing the word. Tasting it on his lips. 

You scoff, unamused. "That's my arm. Not yours." 

Satoru smiles. Sharp teeth. You suddenly remember he's a carnivore. 

He's slow when he draws you in, practically dragging you into his arms. You're used to his spontaneous hugs, tight and suffocating. You can't fight him off, so you typically wait until Suguru has enough of his behavior and drags him off you. 

"Mine," Satoru repeats. Alarm bells ring in your head but it's easy to brush them off. It's mimicry. They can't understand. It's like talking to a parrot. 

You feel the weight of the other naga at your back. His arms wrap around your waist, pushing you against Satoru's chest. You stiffen when Suguru's fangs lightly graze up your neck. Never quite punctures, but is terrifyingly close.

"Mine," Suguru says into your skin. 

You laugh again, but it comes out less hesitant. More airy. Amid their hold, a sudden thought comes to you.

If you weren't at the top of the food chain anymore, then who was?

[vhagarys]

Storm’s End

rhaenyra x reader

summary: your father was set on marrying one of his daughters to the one eyed prince. but, to your knowledge, vhagar was green, not gold..

warnings: none ? enjoy :)

As one of Lord Baratheon’s daughters, you stood in the foyer awaiting the prince regent Aemond Targaryen.

Adorned with a simple black dress, you paired with your favorite necklace with fine little rubies scattered across it. Your dark brown hair hung loosely around your face, curls framing your soft features.

Screams of confusion and terror tore through the thick silence, you watched in horror as the guards outside bolted from their posts.

Vhagar was a fearsome, intimidating creature. That much you’d gathered from the rare sightings of her high in the clouds.

But Vhagar was green, not gold.

Suddenly, a golden dragon descended from the skies, landing outside the throne room. A fearsome woman with long silver tresses and a fitted black riding jacket mounted the sizeable creature.

Queen Rhaenyra, in all of her glory, dismounted from her dragon and stalked through the now foyer, eyeing you and your sisters before fixing her gaze on your father on the other side of the room.

“Vhagar is dead,” she said bluntly, continuing her slow, menacing approach to the steps of the throne.

Your father’s nostrils flared.

“Impossible, he-”

“The prince, along with his dragon, have been slain,” she reached into her pocket and unceremoniously tossed the gem towards his feet, clanging against the stone floor.

A sapphire.

Lord Baratheon’s breath hitched, the severity of such events cracked through his stern, unwavering demeanor.

Rhaenyra allowed him only a moment to process before she returned her gaze to the group of girls lined up before her.

You could feel your sisters trembling in fear, not daring to lift their gaze and meet the soon-to-be queen’s piercing violet eyes.

Yet, you couldn’t seem to deny yourself the sight of such beauty, such power bestowed before you.

Soon, your eyes met. Her intense scrutiny stripped you bare, exposed, and goose prickles traveled up your arms as a cool breeze blew against you.

The ghost of a smirk danced across her features.

“I shall take on of yours to wed, Lord Baratheon. Such a union would be advantageous for you, would it not?” Not even granting him her full attention, the pair of you seemed transfixed on one another.

He coughed, “Your Grac- pardon, my Queen. I am without any male heirs I’m afraid. I’m sure we can-”

The queen sauntered closer to you, until you could make out the lingering scent of dragon and ash upon her.

You couldn’t put into words the inexplicable pull you felt towards the striking women. Such thoughts you’d never possessed for another woman, let alone anyone for that matter.

Gently, she lifted a finger to delicately tuck a lock of your curly, brown locks behind your ear.

“What is your name, my dear,” she whispered, mapping out all the lines and crevices you carried on your face.

Time froze as you felt the heat of her body so close to yours, tension palpable as you reveled in her attention.

Subtlety, you leaned into her touch. Closing your eyes a tad too long, you answered,

“Y/N, my Queen,” her features momentarily shifted to one of surprise, clearly not used to hearing such title.

You took this moment to drink in the sight of her plush, pink lips. The slight curve of her nose, the sculpture of her cheekbones, and the baby silver tresses that likely escaped her braids while flying.

Breathtaking.

Her features glowed as a smile graced her lips.

“If she will allow it, I should like to become better acquainted with your daughter Y/N, my Lord.”

Her eyebrows quirked up as if in question, awaiting your response.

You felt your cheeks blossom into a shade of pink, never had you imagined such events to unfold on this day.

The Queen, asking to court you, of all people.

Not waiting for your father’s reply, you bowed lightly.

“I am honored your grace. It would most please me to meet your acquaintance,” a warm, tingling feeling spread like wildlife up through your core as her eyes shone with both delight and something deeper.

Alluring, dangerous even.

Your father’s mouth was agape as she extended her arm to you which you wrapped yours around in kind.

Your heart beat out of your chest as you turned away from the life you’d always known, always wishing to venture beyond the confines of Storms End.

Ahead of you awaited her dragon Syrax. Assessing you with the same sparkle in her companions eyes, the dragon grunted at you and lowered its body.

Rhaenyra stood behind you patiently, letting you and her dragon familiarize yourself with one another.

She watched curiously as fear and wonder and excitement danced across your features. Never did she expect you to reach your arm out and caress her dragons snout.

You already had begun surprising her.

At last, she lightly traced her finger up your arm, breaking your trance as your nerves slowly started to calm.

Whispering in your ear, the excitement and the thrill of what was to come bubbled inside you.

“Are you ready, issa byka jelmāzma?”

(My little storm)

authors note: FINALLY A RHAENYRA FIC.. pretty fun writing for her, hope yall enjoy!

[angelicsz]

cookie run kingdom masterlist

୨୧‎ ‎writing for: pure vanilla (all forms), shadow milk, black sapphire, burning spice, might change..

i will NOT write: minor x adult, weird shit like foot fetish, piss kink etc., character x character (unless its poly w the reader), non con, child/teenage reader, male reader, yandere.

updated: 26.03.25 | navigation

pure vanilla:

"ease your worries" / gender neutral reader

summary: comforting your partner, that's all.

shadow milk:

"ease your worries" / gender neutral reader

summary: comforting your partner, that's all.

black sapphire:

"keep it a secret" NSFW / fem reader

summary: you and your coworker, black sapphire, have been in a secret relationship for quite some time now. you decided that it would be for the best, surely if his boss would find out he wouldn't leave him alone and wouldn't stop teasing him about it. at first, things were going great until you realised how touch starved and needy is your egotistical boyfriend..

[no1blacksapphirefan]

Hi, can I have a request? If you have time please write Black Sapphire x Protective!fem!Reader who's silly but strong enough to carry him in a bride style and/or always ready to rescue him (in a fight mb) I just wanna see him as our male-wife so bad. Also I love what you write, thank you for your every work♡

Awe thank you so much <33 you guys are too sweet adpngnsp. I hope you enjoy this one anon :3

Black Sapphire doesn't mind it at all, besides it's always entertaining to see cookies assume you aren't strong due to how you act then be able to throw them across the room. He admires it so much. Almost makes him fall in love all over again.

He is not at all opposed to you wanting to carry him, to be honest i see him wanting the princess treatment. Sure, he's happy to give you said treatment as well but he'd love to receive it as well. Besides, he's worked rather hard hasn't he? He deserves to be carried around if he gets a bit too tired (Don't bring up the fact he has his mic he can sit and ride around on)

And oh he loves to see you jump in to protect him if he gets a bit too injured during battle, his knight in shining armour. He's so prideful to have you as his partner and considered himself the luckiest cookie of earthbread

Candy Apple Cookie once finding out how you can easily lift Black Sapphire is quick to ask you to carry her. She mainly does this to annoy Black Sapphire as she knows how much he likes being the one carried.

He loves to see you protective though, not only in fights. Perhaps some cookies are trying to get on his nerves, rile him up, “bully” him. He senses you behind him as you tell them to back off. Yeah he could’ve handled it himself but who doesn’t love their partner stepping in to help?

He’s honestly protective over you too, so while you probably know he’s able to handle himself just fine. He can’t exactly be too mad as, if you were the one being injured he wouldn’t hesitate to step in as well.

Definitely gives you gifts or even cooks food as thanks if you saved him from a particularly bad moment. He can’t let your efforts be unrewarded after all. Also I HC him as an amazing cook so his food will be to die for <33

[danikamariewrites]

I absolutely adore and love your housewife Feysand series, it’s so good rishshdkdbdkck

I propose an idea, even though reader is usually always at home/Velaris, what if they got kidnapped??? And reader gets injured and Feysand go INSANE trying to find them and it’s just angsty hehehehehe BONUS POINTS if it’s just fluff and overprotective central once they rescue and find reader

Gone Girl

Feysand x reader

A/n: thank you anon! I love this little series and I’m so glad others are enjoying it

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, injuries, eventual fluff

As Feyre walked home, hand in hand with Nyx, she couldn’t help but go over today’s events. She hadn’t seen you since this morning. Which isn’t unusual but occasionally you’d pop in to say to her and Rhys while they worked.

Maybe your brunch with Mor had run longer than you thought it would? But you would’ve let them know you weren’t going to pick Nyx up from school. You always pick Nyx up from school.

As the pair entered the house Feyre saw Mor pacing in the living room. Worry on her face as she bit at her perfect nails.

Feyre crouched down in front of Nyx, giving the sweet boy a small smile. “Uncle Cass is in the kitchen, go ask him to help you with your after school snack.” The boy nodded excitedly, his floppy black hair swishing with his movements. “Ok mommy.” He gave Feyre a quick kiss on the cheek before running off to get the most unhealthy snack his uncle could find him.

Making her way over to Mor, Feyre tilted her head curiously. She took Mor’s hands before asking, “What is it?” “Y/n didn’t come to brunch. I haven’t seen her all day.” Feyre’s heart sank into her stomach. A moment later Azriel came bursting through the front door like a mad man. His shadows frantic as he yelled for his brother. “Rhys! Rhys we have a problem!”

Before Azriel could make his way up the stairs Feyre winnowed in front of him. Her hands pushed against his chest as the sapphire siphons flared, the only annoyance he showed at being bared from Rhys. When he realized Feyre was in front of Azriel pulled his High Lady up the stairs to the High Lords office.

Rhys jumped up from his chair as Azriel slammed the door. His still panicked demeanor scaring the pair. “Azriel what’s going on?” Feyre asked desperately. The spymaster got right to the point. “Y/n has been taken. A rival camp to Windhaven has reported rogue members, they think the group of males took her. A few of my spies noticed them in the city not well disguised.”

Feyre let out a cry, covering her mouth. Silver lined her eyes as Rhys held her up. He pressed his face to her head giving her a small, reassuring kiss. Rhys took a deep breath. “Do you know where she is?” Rhys asked darkly. Azriel was sure everyone in the house could feel the dark power emanating from the High Lord. “I will soon.” Azriel quickly left before the moment could turn personal. Giving the couple space.

Hours later Azriel reported that the four males had taken you to an abandoned village at the edge of the mountains. It was the dead of winter, you must be freezing. That made Rhys and Feyre even angrier. You were raised in the Summer Court you can’t handle the cold of Illyria.

Rhys didn’t want this done quietly. He wanted to make his presence known. These moronic males took what was the High Lord and Lady’s and they would pay dearly for it.

Winnowing to the center of the abandoned village Rhys, Feyre, Az, Cass, and Mor stood back to back in a circle. Weapons raised, their eyes scanned the dilapidated homes. Wind and snow whipped around the group making in almost impossible to see their surroundings. Azriel sent his shadows out in all directions. Minutes later one returned swirling frantically as it relayed information to its master. He whistled and nodded in the direction the shadow came from.

Rhys and Feyre were the first to move. As they walked ahead the raging snow storm seemed to part for them. Like it was afraid of their wrath.

——

The cabin was freezing. Your body was aching from shivering for hours on end. You try to pull at the ropes around your wrists but your arms were too weak to move. It felt like you were frozen in place.

The four males that had taken you from Velaris were huddled near the front door. Now that they weren’t looking you allowed yourself to wince at the pain rushing through your right cheek. One of the males had backhanded you so hard it left a large bruise and cut from just below your temple to your cheek.

You hadn’t said a single word to them when you came to. You just sat slightly slumped in the rickety chair they tied you to. You kept your face blank, not giving them the satisfaction of a reaction or screaming and pleading with them.

When you had first woken up you tried to reach out to Rhys and Feyre. They were too far so your connection to them was nonexistent. You had prayed to the Mother that your friends and family noticed you missing. Prayed that Mor thought it was weird you didn’t show up to brunch. And Nyx! Poor Nyx must’ve been so sad when you didn’t pick him up from school.

Tears started to blur your vision as you thought about your little boy. Would you ever see him again?

Before the sob building in your throat could leave your lips the sound of the front door splintering filled your ears. You ducked your head, hissing at how stiff your neck felt.

You didn’t have to look at who was beating your captors. You could feel their presence. You’d know them anywhere.

Screwing your eyes shut you waited for the chaos to be over. You heard snow and wood crunch under extra footsteps as the males are hauled away.

A warm hand caresses your unharmed cheek. “Y/n,” a small voice says tentatively. You slowly look up at your loves. The tears you were trying to hold back falling as you give them a tight lipped smile. “You came.” Your voice raspy from not being used. “Of course we did.” Rhys said, kneeling in front of you.

With a snap of his fingers you were free from the ropes. You slipped off the chair into Rhys’s embrace. He held your shivering body tight as Feyre winnowed the three of you back to the River House. Madja was waiting upstairs in the bedroom with an apprentice to check you over.

Once she was done you slept for hours. You were still trembling from the cold which Madja had informed them was normal. You should be fine by morning as long as the fire kept going. Feyre sat with you first while Rhys went to be with Nyx.

Nyx had begged his father to see you. The little boy didn’t understand why they brought you home in tears. He kept trying to sneak away from Rhys so he could see you. “I just want to cuddle with mom!” He had yelled and stomped when he was told no.

Rhys and Feyre had switched before Nyx’s bedtime. When Feyre came downstairs Nyx was sitting on the couch, a devious look on his face with his arms crossed. Feyre copied her son with a small chuckle as she faced him down. “I’m not going to bed until I see mom.”

She sat next to him with a sigh. “You’re not seeing mom tonight, baby.” Nyx let out a little hmph and leaned back. His little wings flaring behind him. By nine he was passed out and moved to his own bed.

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Blinking your eyes open the bright morning sun caught you off guard. You thought it was nighttime. You slowly sit up against the headboard rolling out your stiff joints. Looking around you see Feyre and Rhys asleep leaning on each other at the end of the bed.

You tug on the duvet hard enough to wake them and they jolt whipping their heads around. You cover your mouth to stifle your laugh. Their eyes snap to you and relief floods their faces. They scramble to sit on either side of you, pulling you into a tight embrace. “Sweetheart we were so worried.” “Are you ok? Do you need anything? Water, food, anything?” They continued their onslaught of questions until you pulled away from them.

“I’m fine. Maybe some breakfast and water. But I feel fine.” Rhys looked at you with an assessing gaze. “You’re sure?” You nod at him with a small smile. “I’ll get you some food.” Rhys gives you a kiss before leaving. You turn to look at Feyre.

She stares at you with watery eyes. Her finger gently traces around your cut. You could see the hurt in her eyes. She felt guilty for not getting to you sooner. You grabbed her hand kissing her fingers softly. “I love you, so much.” She whispered. “I love you too. Thank you, for coming to rescue me.” Feyre leaned her forehead against yours. “I’d burn down the world to find you.” Her warm lips pressed against yours in a soft kiss.

When Rhys came back Nyx was following him, holding back his excitement to see you. Before climbing on the bed he gave his father a look that asked for permission. As soon as Rhys nodded Nyx climbed up on the bed snuggling into your chest.

You felt Rhys caress your mental shields before letting him in. “Feyre meant it. We’d burn the world down if it meant you were safe in our arms.” “I know Rhys. And I love you both for it.” “You know you’re never leaving our sight again, right?” You mentally and physically roll your eyes at him. It was going to be a long time before you left the house without an escort soon.

[thealtoduck]

Mastelist: DC Comics

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Batfamily (platonic):

Being the son of Killer Moth and becoming the new Spoiler…

Easy On Me (Songfic) (Sequel to ”Being the son of Killer Moth and becoming the new Spoiler…)

Being the nephew of Kate Kane and becoming her sidekick…

Being the son of Superwoman and being moved to another Earth…

Being adopted by Bruce Wayne…

Howl - Being adopted by Jason Todd…

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No pairing

Becoming Black Canary’s sidekick…

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Dick Grayson:

Being Mera’s son and helping the team while Dick Grayson falls head over heels for you…

Being the son of Lady Blackhawk and joining the Batfamily…

BOOMBAYAH

Water (Smut) (Greek Mythology AU) (Prequel to Sweet Juice)

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Jason Todd:

After Patrol Cuddles

Being The Huntress son and dating Jason Todd…

Being the Son of Hera and dating Jason Todd… (Crossover with PJO)

Dirty Little Secret

Jason with a ”dumb slut™” boyfriend…

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Tim Drake:

Being Giganta’s son and falling in love with Tim Drake…

Being Supergirl’s sidekick and falling in love with Tim Drake…

Gloves Up! (Smut)

Being Black Canary’s sidekick and Tim Drake becomes your bf…

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Damian Wayne:

Being the son of Roulette and meeting Damian Wayne…

Secret Saviour (Sequel to ”Being the son of Roulette and meeting Damian Wayne…”)

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Billy Batson:

Just A Feeling

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Clark Kent:

Sweet Juice (Smut) (Greek Mythology AU)

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Wally West:

Being Vixen’s nephew and joining the team…

Being the son of Fire and Wally West crushing on you…

Being Zatanna’s cousin and needing help from the team + Wally falls for you…

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Kyle Rayner:

Your Lois Lane’s son and you become a Star Sapphire because you have crush on Kyle Rayner…

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Series:

Jason Todd x Male Reader:

The Socialite and The Vigilante | Masterlist

Jason reunites with a close friends and feelings develops between the two…

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Garfield Logan x Male Reader:

Divination Daze | Masterlist

Gar develops feelings for the receptionist at Madame Xandau’s parlor…

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BatCat!Bro

BatCat!Bro Masterlist

The son of Selina Kyle and Bruce Wayne, moves in to Wayne Manor…

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Tim Drake x Riddler Sidekick!Male Reader:

Masterlist

Tim starts and unlikely relationship with Riddler’s sidekick…

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Jason Todd x Male Reader (Smut) (Y2K Movie-ish AU) :

Masterlist

One afternoon leads Jason to form a special relationship with his childhood friend and next-door neighbour…

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[fanged-fanfics]

hiiii!!!! if it's okay, can i request reader comforting black sapphire? you writing him is so delicious, like omg, and we had him comforting reader, so i kinda thought about the vice-versa scenario

thank you in advance!!! :D

☆ A Helping Handkerchief — Black Sapphire Cookie x GN Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: There was no sad sprite so have this angry wet cat one as a substitute (/silly)

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

ᯓᡣ𐭩 If any average Cookie asked Black Sapphire about his harder days, he'd claim that stars don't get hung down by things like that! Of course he's flawlessly on top of it all, isn't that obvious?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 However, if you were to ask... it's hard, beyond difficult. Being a star, constantly putting yourself out there for others, it isn't easy. And even though he makes misery his business, he's not immune to a shitty work day

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He came into his vanity room one day, seeing you waiting for him on the couch. You peeked up as Black Sapphire walked in with a dragging gait, flopping into your lap

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "It was horrible, just horrible!" He'd proclaimed, rolling on his back to look up at you "You wouldn't believe the pain those idiots just put me through today!" He went on with an upset pout

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You had begun gently patting his head as he vented, going on and on about how the second and following acts had completely embarrassed his network, ruining his whole act!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Do you need me to get you anything?" You'd asked him once he stopped his venting to rub out the soreness of a growing headache. He opened an eye, his sharp look of irritation softening "Just be here, with me. Everything went wrong today, it's one of the worst sets I've had in a while.."

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You had nodded, leaning down to kiss his forehead. He sighed while sitting up, sitting right in your lap. You were the best medicine he could ask for after a hard day, a soothing cure for a painful migraine

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "If I put on some of your favorite movies, do you wanna have a pamper night?" You asked. He smiled in grateful thanks, nuzzling his cheek to yours "Of course I do! You know I can't resist" he said in a chuckle. You scooped him up in your arms, earning a delighted laugh from him. His wings flapped happily as he held you close, prepared to finally feel at ease for the night

[eepy-cookies]

DIDN'T THINK???? What have your recent post be about? EXACTLY, BLACK SAPPHIRE AND MALE Y/N!!!

LIVE LOVE LAUGH THOSE TWO GAYS YAAAAAH!!!! /silly /nsrs

You ask for it.

[sepherinaspoppies]

whatever may come

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⟢summary: aemond punishes his maidservant after catching her talking to a stableboy. he, however, will not recognize the consequences to his actions later on.

⟢pairing: dark! aemond targaryen x servant reader

⟢warnings: 18+, MDNI, noncon, dubcon, oral m receiving, cum play?, p in v sex, rough sex, possessiveness, degradation. I think that's it?

⟢wc: 2,700

⟢notes: lol this was inspired by a tiktok edit?? anyways I think this is dark? I apologize if this sounds like crap, I ruined my sleep schedule for this?? haha

⟢byka līve: little whore

She silenced her whimpers to the best of her ability, her lower lip caught between her teeth so tightly that she could taste the metallic drops of her blood as the man above her painfully gripped the very roots of her hair jerking her trembling body away from his lap to the stone cold floor. 

She looked up through her eyelashes as she watched him correct her posture to his liking like a mere doll, the same ones she would watch him play with in the privacy of his sister’s chambers whenever she did her maid duties. 

After he had settled her into her knees, she immediately let out a sigh of relief as that burn waved itself away to solace. She continued to look at him, back and forth between his lone violet eye and his sparkling sapphire that only seemed to strangely glow whenever she was present. His expression was unreadable from the previous austere one where moments ago he remorselessly and brutally, to be quite clear, hit multiple blows against her bottom, making her count each and every single one without tears in her eyes. She never knew how to count, but Aemond made sure to teach her with each hit upwards to twenty. 

She knew Aemond was angry and he had every right to be. Earlier on the day as he was training with his mother’s knight, Criston Cole, out in the outer yard when he spotted his favorite maidservant blushing and laughing with a plainly featured stableboy as his dirty little fingers swept back a piece of loose hair out of her face. 

Never once did Aemond ever see his maidservant smile that brightly before much less directed towards him. And she had no reason to whatsoever. His presence did not bring her joy or an ounce of merriment, it was much the opposite of that. So why did Aemond believe that he deserved a little smile when all he ever did was defile, break and use her all whilst making her cry in the end? 

There was only one reason a low born male like him smiled that way and Aemond shunned those ill fitting thoughts out of his mind for he did not want to think of another man touching his maidservant. 

She was his and his only, no one else’s. And she’d do well to remember that. 

“Undress me, byka līve” Aemond demands, speaking the last two phrases in his ancestral language. Never knowing what they meant, if they were expressed appreciatively or aimed in an appraising matter. 

Deep down she had an inkling that they were not. 

She blinked, hesitantly bringing herself up from the floor. Just as she began to unfasten his black leather doublet, her hair was tugged yet again before her knees were bent back down against the stone. 

She winced, carefully not to make any sound. 

“No, byka līve, not there. Here—” His fingers threaded her hair more tightly, pressing her face flat against his pelvis. She could feel the swellness of his cock across her face, where the base of his manhood started nudging at the bottom of her chin and where the pulsating tip pressed a little above her eyes. 

But what astonished her the most was the small wet patch that amplified the smell of his sex. Surely, this was not what she thought it was. 

There was only one way to find out.

The one eyed prince released his tight grip on the roots of her hair. She wondered that by the end of the night, after he was done with her if there would be any hair left. Her hair was the only thing she liked about her appearance, the smooth texture with hidden silver highlights.

“Look at me while you undress me” 

With a shaky breath, she nodded as her hands moved to unlace his breeches, tugging down just below where his stones ended until the garment pooled at his feet. A part of her felt grateful it was him she was looking and not his throbbing parts. 

Aemond was determined to peak again, seeing his red faced maidservant so obedient and frightened before him. It almost made him want to reward her with either his fingers or tongue or mayhaps both. 

But she wasn’t here for a reward. She was unbefitting for such a thing. It was because of her whore like behavior akin to the sordid ones in the Silk of Street that filthy stableboy had his eyes already set on her. 

And he can not have that happening. 

Without further warning, she feels two of his fingers ruthlessly being shoved at the back of her throat. He gives her no time to settle what he was doing to her as his long digits begin to pump in and out of her at an outrageous pace that involuntarily makes her eyes produce tears. 

Above her, she hears her prince hum with a dark look in his eye that sends shivers down her spine. She shouldn’t be enjoying this, it was wrong. This act, along with the various ones from previous nights and mayhaps the forthcoming ones, were suitable for a married woman and her husband. Not a prince and his maidservant. She stood to gain nothing from this. 

“This mouth is mine” Aemond breathlessly whispered as his fingers curled in a come hither motion, her lips kissing his knuckles. At his words, she lets out a series of sobs loud enough for Aemond to tug her head back in distaste. 

“What? Do you have something to say in the matter? Do you not think you belong to me?” 

She shut her eyes, flinching at the sonority of his voice, thinking by doing that he would go away dissatisfied and search for someone to take her place. 

But her silence only seemed to anger him more. 

“Fucking answer me, byka līve!” he yells close to her ear. 

For the first time since her counting, she spoke with a shaking voice. “Y-y-yes, Your Grace” 

“Yes what? Hmm?” 

She gasps and opens her eyes feeling her prince’s fingers twist and pinch her covered hard nipple, “I’m- I’m yours, my prince” 

“You don’t sound so convinced that you are, byka līve” he licks his lips before tutting. Such a sound made her feel alarmed and more frightened. “Do I need to remind you, again?” Aemond asks, bringing his hand to his manhood. 

As familiarized as she was with his nakedness, she could not help to invite herself to look at all of him. Centimeters close to her face, stood his very erect cock, thick and heavy as she saw last, skin pulled back to reveal his needy red tip with mix remnants of arousal and spend. 

It brought her shame and disgust the way her core seemed to long and yearn for the fullness he brought upon her. 

Aemond, frustrated in her lack of words, taps the tip of his cock on her bottom lip before he shoves his way into her warm mouth. He could feel his maidservant whine uncomfortably from only taking half of him. Fucking weak whore. Aemond cursed to himself. He knew she could take more, she had done so before. 

“Fuck” 

Her chest heaves rapidly trying to keep her air supply to the best she can and opening her mouth wider to make it easier for her to suit his thickness since it had been a while since his cock rested around her lips. Her prince, as of late, preferred to be inside her walls in all the hours of the day and night. In that order. 

Once the one eyed prince was certain her mouth had accommodated his size, he took no more time yanking her head down sheathing every inch to the back of her throat, sighing in pleasure. 

The vibrations of her whimpers spurred Aemond on as his hips started to thrust in and out of her lips, slowly at first to enjoy the soft ridges that her throat had to offer and her tongue. Seven Hells, her tongue instinctively raising up whenever his tip rested there for a second, making him forget the reason why he was doing this in the first place. Her punishment. 

“Are–you…fuck– starting to fucking remember who you b-belong to, byka līve? Hmm?” Aemond asked, wrapping his hand around her throat to feel the bulge of his cock sliding in and out. 

“Y-yes” she forces out through the tightness of her throat, trails of drool escaping the corners of her mouth. Aemond darkly laughs and moans at her response as his hips hasten their speed, chasing his nearing peak. 

“Good girl” he coos, his eye looking down at her flushed face. “My good sweet girl” —thrust— “I’m going to cum on your face” (a/n: listen to this tiktok if you want to hear him say it lol xD okay byeee)

She has no time to react as she feels hot ropes of his seed spurting all across her face. From her eyes to her cheeks and lips she feels it all. 

She hears her prince groan, as he pumps his cock faster feeling his second release coming again. 

And this time she knew to tilt her away to not get any more on her eyes or her hair. She heard stories from other maids that a man’s seed would knot into hair, making it impossible to get rid of. She didn’t know if it was true or not but she did not want to take her chances. 

“Just as I was beginning to think to reward you” He hissed, pulling her to stand. She whimpers, her head hot and spinning from getting up too fast. 

The raged prince spins his maidservant around, using the dagger Cole gifted him for his fourteenth nameday to rip through her night shift right below the dimples of her arse. The temperature of his chambers, which wasn’t too cold nor warm, caused the little hairs around on her body to raise.  

She tried to cover her bareness with her hands, whatever could fit on her palms. Since the beginning of their coupling, Aemond commanded her that she was to keep her shift on, only slightly raised to her hips. Not that she had any complaints, but it made her truly wonder why he’d be bare and not her. 

“This” Aemond cups her soaked mound, “Cunt is mine. Mine only to fuck and to do whatever I please. It’s not some filthy– dolt stableboy’s” He growls next to her. 

She parts open her lips at the realization that he was the heated gaze she felt on her back when she was discussing with Linus at the outer yard. She should have known her prince would be there training every morning like he always was. But it must have slipped her mind somehow. 

Aemond scowls, “I saw you, byka līve. Saw you speaking to him and letting him touch you. Saw him leave your room” 

She doesn’t get the chance to reply; to tell him that what he saw was not what it looked like. But her tongue was caught between her teeth before he roughly drags her body to slightly bend her over by his dressing mirror, giving himself a few vigorous pumps as he watches his proud work dripping on his pretty maidservant’s face. 

“Please, my prince. It isn’t…oh!” Feeling him enter in one sharp thrust deep, she gasps at the sudden fullness. There wasn’t any part of her that was empty, her cunt felt so deliciously stuffed to the brim. 

“It isn’t what? Are you telling me that my eye deceives me?” He asks in a strain voice, trying to hold his authority over her whilst controlling his sounds of pleasure. “Did I or did I not see you fucking laughing with him or—Seven Hells—letting his dirty little fingers touch you? Must I remind you it is a grave offense to lie to your prince, byka līve?” 

White hot pleasure runs deep inside her belly as his thrusts quicken to get an answer from her yet she struggles to keep her composure. “N-no, my prince, Linus came t-t-to meee. He said I had a ladybug on my hair and—” she rolls her head back to rest on his shoulder feeling her peak coming closer and closer. “Said I was pretty b-but, my prince—” 

Wanting to hear no more of this, Aemond stopped his movements, much to his dismay, wrapping his hand around her throat so tightly she knew it would bruise like the other times he took her from the same exact position. 

“Oh, he called you pretty did he? I wonder what he’ll think now with my spend on your face” 

Fear and embarrassment wormed itself to her body. She did not want anyone to see her this way, exposed, bare, and being fucked by the prince of the Queen’s second eldest son. Soon enough when the time came when she was no longer useful to him, she thought about lying to her future husband–if she ever met one worthy of taking her far away from King’s Landing–persuading him she was still pure, not touched by a possessive prince. 

“No please, my prince” She protested as Aemond grabbed the small little bell that was used to call in a Kingsguard.

He ignored her pleas not even attempting to hide her nakedness or her pearly white soaked face as Ser Arryk walked into the chamber being instructed to bring Linus from the stables. 

“Hush, byka līve” He cooed behind her, repositioning his cock back into her entrance. Any moment longer, he felt like his cock would explode from another release being denied. “Now, I might not let him in but only if you do not hide your sounds” 

She nods to the vigorous deep thrusts Aemond sets in, feeling more of her slick dripping down her thighs, aiding to the heavy slapping sound of their sex coming as one. She arched her back against Aemond’s chest, releasing mixes of intense pants and moans, gazing at the way Aemond’s face scrunches from bliss through the mirror. 

“Give it to me” Aemond groans, feeling his maidservant’s cunt flutter and clench around him. A sign that her peak was forthcoming. He snakes his hand down to her bud and curses loudly at how wet she was. 

She is a whore. Aemond thinks as he circles the bundle of nerves. 

At this, she gives Aemond a series of loud cries that she knew would be heard throughout the Keep. And in the morrow the castle would be surrounded with heavy gossip of who the lewd sounds belonged to and who caused them. 

“Gods, fuck!” 

Aemond smiled through the mirror, fucking her through her peak until he too began to yell out in ecstasy. His seed spilling deep into her womb. 

After their breaths settled, two loud knocks followed by the voice of Ser Arryk caused her to look at her prince in panic, hoping he’d dismiss them since she did what he asked her to do. 

“Come,” Aemond loudly announced, grabbing a cup of Pentoshi wine from his dinner table, ignoring the sobbing pleas from his maidservant. 

She tried to back away, desperately needing to shield herself away but that only caused the silver prince to tut and shake his head as a warning. 

The door shut loudly behind Linus as he came into the chambers, slowly and unsure why he was being called into the Prince’s chambers at this hour when he should be sleeping. 

“Linus, is it?” Aemond questioned, even though he knew the answer. 

Linus averts his gaze from the Prince’s nakedness, and nods. “Y-yes, my prince, if it pleases you” 

“Well, Linus. I am in need of your opinion, and I want you to be honest with me. Do you think that she looks glorious—pretty even, with my cum on her face?” 

She can not bring herself to look at the red headed man she considered a friend, knowing that the loud silence lingering around confirmed that he did not find her pretty like he had called her, hours ago. 

In fact, no one would ever find her pretty now. She was ruined and now a whore, like her mother had been when she too was seduced by a prince. 

a/n: if requested ill release two parts of this (one when aemond meets her and another for what happens next lol)

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[ironstrange1991]

You're The Only Good Thing In My Life

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: It's Stephen and Y/n's last night of vacation and she decides to claim him as hers before give him back to the world.

Word Count: 4,2k

Warnings: SMUT: unprotected p n v sex, oral with male and female receiving, creampie and cum eating. There is also a bit of jealousy implied.

A/N: This fic was inspired entirely by the song of the same name by the band Cigarretes After Sex. For total immersion I highly recommend listening to it. It's absurdly romantic, a bit sad (?), but very smuty. Hope you like it and have a nice reading.

There were few things in the world that truly left you in awe. One of them was Stephen, of course. The Eifel Tower, the mountains of the Scottish Highlands and the beach at night.

You could stay all night watching the waves hitting the shore, the foam forming on the sand, the smell of the sea air. Of course, all this was very beautiful in daylight when the sea reflected the blue of the sky and the waters shone like liquid sapphire, but at night the sea was endless and mysterious. The blue turned into black crowned by layers of gray foam.

There was nothing more beautiful than that, unless there was a storm on the way. The night sky clear with storm clouds that brings lightning and the sound of thunder in the distance announcing the arrival of heavy rain. That was without a shadow of a doubt one of the most beautiful things you could imagine and it was also the scene in front of you as you sat on the steps in the backyard of the house that Stephen had rented for you to spend a few days on vacation.

After you fought with him because he wasn't paying attention to you, he surrendered and decided to redeem himself with the indecent proposal of taking you to the beach and obviously you accepted.

It was seven days where you barely left the house. That's when you got out of bed. Stephen made sure the house was stocked with everything you needed and even when you wanted something that wasn't there, he always made sure to get it for you within a minute. Of course, being a sorcerer and traveling through portals helped with the task.

But of course you couldn't complain. You had the man you loved by your side all the time and you didn't need to share him with Wong or those annoying spell books. You could spend the whole day curled up in bed or sprawled on the sofa, you could swim in the sea, make love whenever you wanted and as often as you wanted. There in that house you were sure you had experienced paradise and you never wanted to leave.

Yet there you were sitting on the stairs, your bare feet in the sand, listening to the sound of the waves and watching the storm brewing and the lightning cutting across the sky and your chest was heavy knowing that you would have to leave the next morning and return to the reality of your work, as well as sharing Stephen with all the tasks he needed to do for Wong, for the Avengers and for the world.

For a whole week Stephen was just yours and now you needed to give him back.

Of course he could see you were sad. You had been lively and talkative all week and particularly that night you were sitting there quietly alone. You wanted to shake that feeling away, but it wasn't exactly an easy thing. However, when you heard the sound of footsteps approaching and felt Stephen sitting on the step behind you and pulling you to lean against his chest, you sighed, letting yourself be comforted by the only person capable of comforting you.

You closed your eyes for a second, feeling him kiss the top of your head, but you remained silent.

"A storm is coming." He said in your ear, making a point of rubbing his goatee against the back of your neck and as expected, your entire body tingled and he let out a satisfied hum.

"This always works." He pointed out, running his hands through your hair and holding it in a ponytail and then brushing his chin against your skin again. You shivered at the sensation and let out a small chuckle.

"May I ask what you're thinking?" His voice sounded low.

"That I love the beach at night."

"Hmm."

"And that I don't want to leave."

He held you in his arms and something in that hug made you feel that he shared with you that desire to stay there, just the two of you together, free from all routine worries.

"You know we can come back whenever we want." He promised.

"But you can never take a vacation. There's always something you need to do."

He stroke your hair gently and brought his nose closer breathing in your scent. He continued stroking your hair, but didn't say anything.

"What's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?" You asked, genuinely curious as you watched the night sea.

"You naked in my bed." He teased making you giggle.

"I'm serious, Stephen."

"What makes you think I'm not?"

You chuckled "Okay. Besides that."

He thought for a minute and then hummed to himself as if remembering something.

"The first time I went to Kamar Taj the Ancient One showed me things I had no idea could exist. I was terrified, but those images never left my mind."

"Were they beautiful?"

"Scary, but very beautiful."

You nodded thinking for a second. "I think this is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." You pointed to the sea in front of you. "Like this."

"You mean it's not me?" He teased and you grabbed his hand that was firmly around your waist and brought it to your mouth and gave it a small kiss before leaning your face into his palm closing your eyes and confessing.

"You're the only good thing in my life."

He sighed, cupping your cheek and making you turn to look at him. When you did, his eyes were like fire, darkened by what you couldn't tell if it was desire, love, or a combination of the two.

"I promise I won't let work come between us again. I love you. I've never loved anyone but you and I never will."

"Hmm. That's lovely, but as much as I'd love to believe, you can't promise that, Stephen. You're Doctor Strange, the world needs you all the time."

He shook his head. "I don't care. You're the only one that really matters to me."

You smiled, knowing full well that things were more complicated than that, but you decided to let it that way even if just for the night.

You let yourself be pulled towards his lips, surrendering to his hungry kiss and as if the universe was conspiring with you, a thunder resounded louder than the others and the lights went out plunging you both into the gloom of the night lit only by the constant lightning.

Stephen chuckled on your lips and you felt your entire body tingle at the sound. That was the effect he had on you.

"We should go inside before it starts raining." He suggested nibbling your lip, but you shook your head getting up, hiking up your dress to straddle him, sitting back on his lap and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, kissing him again, much harder this time, while grinding yourself in him.

Stephen wrapped you in his arms, surrendering to the kiss with a hum.

"I want you to take me, Stephen. Make me yours."

He smirked glancing at you. "Here on these stairs? What if someone sees us?"

You hummed while giving small kisses on his neck and making his skin prickle.

"There's no one around and to be honest I don't care at all. I just want to be yours."

You lowered your lips to his bare chest, kissing and nibbling, sucking on the skin to mark him. Inhaling his delicious scent. Between your legs, you could feel him hardening. The delicate fabric of your panties and his shorts were the only thing stopping you.

Stephen lolled his head back, sighing, but his grip tightened on your waist. "Oh sweetheart" He moaned "You always get what you want from me, don't you?" He held your chin making you look at him.

"It must be because you think I'm adorable." You smiled proudly feeling his cock twitching beneath you. You were always surprised by how quickly you could get Stephen into that state.

"You have no idea." His lips searched for yours again and he started to move you harder on his lap. His kiss becoming more and more desperate as his desire increased, making him impatient.

"I need to be inside you." He asked between your lips.

You stood up, reluctant to separate from him for even a second. Stephen pulled down the shorts he was wearing and kicked them to the side. You pulled down your panties and let them fall and pool around your ankles, kicking them next to his shorts and Stephen grabbed your hand pulling you back closer to him.

You straddled him and raised your arms for him to take off your dress. The damp wind of the stormy night made your skin prickle and your nipples harden. Stephen grabbed one of them and twisted the other with his fingers, making you whimper and grab a handful of his hair. Your hips moving back and forth making his cock poke into your folds and giving you both just a glimpse of relief.

When he got tired of playing with your nipples, his lips moved up your collarbone, his beard scratching your skin deliciously. He stopped at a point just below your ear and sucked hard on the skin, marking you and making you let out a little moan. He brought one of his hands between you, finally touching you where you needed him the most. His heavy sigh showing his satisfaction at finding you absurdly wet for him.

You pulled him back to your lips as he entered you with two fingers. He moved them in and out slowly, teasing you and making you moan against his lips, feeling the familiar electricity course through your body as the desire increased.

You whimpered still between his lips and he hummed in response knowing full well what you wanted because it was exactly what he wanted too. He grabbed his cock and gave it a couple of jerks and patted your thigh. You raised your hips enough so he could direct his cock at your entrance, but first he ran the tip through your folds, smearing it with your abundant slick and only then placed it exactly where you wanted it.

When you let yourself sink into his dick you felt the delicious stretch that you craved so much. Stephen stretched you so perfectly, his cock felt like it was made especially for you and you never got tired of that feeling and never stopped being amazed at how he made you feel. As if making love to Stephen was the only thing in the world you were sure you were made for.

Stephen groaned at the sensation, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling you back to his lips, kissing you with the characteristic desperation of when he gave himself over to his own pleasure. You had barely moved and he was already pulsing inside you, begging for his release. You leaned on his shoulders and began to slowly move up and down, gyrating your hips sensually and surrendering to your own pleasure. Stephen wrapped one arm around your waist and grabbed your ass cheek, squeezing it so hard you knew he would leave purple fingerprints on your skin.

"Fuck yes" He moaned making your whole body tingle. "You feel so good, sweetheart. You always feel so fucking good."

You let out a low hum, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling it lightly as the pleasure increased.

The thunder rumbled again and with it a fine rain began to fall, but you didn't care about it, in fact you received the cold drops with pleasure, as if they had some magical quality capable of making you even more eager for each other.

Stephen grabbed your ass cheeks with both hands and started helping you with the movements, thrusting up and moving you on top of him with more force and speed.

"Oh god, Stephen..." You moaned, lolling your head back and surrendering to the growing pleasure. Stephen took advantage of the fact that your breasts were on display for him and buried his face between them, nibbling and sucking on your skin. His groans and grunts getting louder and louder as he got closer to his release.

The rain intensified, washing you both with cold water and making you shiver and your hair stick to your back. Stephen's skin, however, was still as hot as before, he was always so warm, and the hot and cold sensation only added to your pleasure. Everything felt perfect, as if nature itself was blessing the love you were making. You closed your eyes, surrendering to the moment.

"Look at me, sweetheart." Stephen demanded. "I want to see when you cum on my cock. I know you're close. I can feel it."

You opened your eyes and bit your bottom lip. You loved knowing that Stephen had complete control over you. That he knew you so well to the point of recognizing each of the signs your body showed him.

"You're so fucking good, Stephen. Cock feels amazing." You praised feeling the knot tightening in your stomach.

Your movements became faster and equally clumsier, the sensuality giving way to the desperation of the search for the sweet release you craved so much. Stephen took complete control, moving you on top of him and thrusting up against your movements and you could both feel yourselves being dragged to the edge, and as the sensation grew dangerously close to unbearable, another sensation took hold of you with the same proportion, a love so great that it seemed like it would make your chest break in two. You doubted anyone could love someone more than you loved Stephen.

"Oh shit, sweetheart, I'm so close. Tell me you can feel it. Don't wanna finish before you."

You cupped his face between your hands, making him look at you and taking back control, putting more force on your hips and moving back and forth, letting the delicious contact of his pelvic bone and hair rubbing against your clit be the final trigger that would pull you into your ecstasy.

And without you needing to announce it, you came hard and the strong contraction of your walls squeezing his cock was enough to pull him along with you and when he finally got there he kissed you like never before, with a little desperation , but with a love so great that it didn't need to be verbalized, but he did it anyway, murmuring on your lips how much he loved you, how special you were, and how nothing in the world could take you away from him.

Your body was shaking on top of his and you didn't know if it was from the force of the orgasm, or the way you were feeling or simply because of the cold rain falling on you, but either way, Stephen wrapped you in his strong arms and carried you inside while outside the rain intensified.

The two of you ended up in the shower together, the hot water was welcomed by your cold skin and although you hated washing your hair at night, you didn't have much of a choice.

Stephen soaped himself quickly and took the lead, taking the opportunity to soap your back, being extra gentle while doing it and giving small kisses in the back of your neck.

"Do you think this will ever subside and we'll become a normal couple?" He asked surprising you. You turned to face him and let the hot water rinse the shampoo from your hair.

"And what would a normal couple be?" You asked, putting some shampoo in your hand and lathering his hair. You needed to stand on your tiptoes to reach his head and he could very well bend down, but instead he preferred to see you struggling because it was adorable. His words.

"You know, sex once a week, sometimes less. Good friends, but not so good lovers." He explained.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't ask yourself the same question sometimes, but you decided to be completely honest in your answer.

"I can't predict the future, but the way you made me feel out there..."

He waited for you to finish what you were saying, but you just pulled him forward, letting the water rinse his hair and dedicated yourself to applying conditioner to his hair and yours.

"What..." He insisted and you sighed cupping his cheek.

"I love you so much. Too much. Sometimes I feel this love crushing my chest or threatening to break it in two and it's a feeling so strong that I know I need to get it out of here and put it somewhere else otherwise I feel I'm going to explode. When we have sex it's like I'm putting my love in the right place. So, I don't see us having sex once a week because where would I put my love?"

You grimaced realizing the whole thing made much more sense in your head then when you said it out loud, but Stephen smiled.  "You're adorable indeed, you know that?" He said pulling you to his lips and kissing you softly.

"You know you can place your love on me whenever you want, don't you?" He teased and you slapped his shoulder.

"Shut up! You were the one who asked."

"And I liked the answer." He defended himself.

You pulled him to your lips, kissing him harder this time, letting the water rinse off what was left of the conditioner, wrapping your arms around his neck and jumping into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Stephen barely had time to turn off the shower and you were already grinding yourself in him. Maybe that was what made him so crazy about you, you were insatiable and he was the perfect match for you.

He threw you on the bed and filled the room with countless candles he conjured. He lit them with a complicated gesture of his fingers lighting up the room, and then crawled over to you with a beautiful smile on his lips that made your heart flutter.

"What do I do with you, Y/n? So much fire!"

He ran his lips over your breasts and your collarbone, moving them up your neck and stopping at your chin, leaving you with your mouth open, waiting for the kiss that he maliciously denied.

"Be my firefighter." You rasped and he giggled right in your ear, the baritone making your entire body tingle.

"No, I don't want to put out this fire." He said biting your earlobe and making you swallow thickly and squeeze your thighs together.

"Tell me you love me.” He asked, his eyes fixed on yours, his hands running down your body, his fingertips ghosting your skin.

"Again?"

"Yes, again and again and again." He traced your neck and collarbone with the tip of his tongue and moved up to your chin, biting it.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you so much..." He interrupted you with a hungry kiss and his hand finally reached where you needed him most. Your legs spread scandalously for him and he dipped his fingers in your folds.

"Look at this! So fucking wet for me again."

You closed your eyes, delighting in the touch of his slender fingers. They penetrated you and you began to move your hips against his hand much to his delight.

"I want your mouth." You asked through gritted teeth, desire barely letting you think straight. "Please."

He nibbled on your lower lip and increased the movements of his fingers.

"Want me to eat you, uh?"

You swallowed thickly, “…and I want you in my mouth too.”

He hissed, putting his tongue in your mouth and sucking yours hard. "...So fucking dirty, sweetheart."

But you knew he loved everything about you, you both loved each other in equal measure.

He rolled to the side and turned so you had access to his cock and turned you on your side, putting his head between your legs and diving into your folds. You moaned loudly, but you were eager to take his cock in your hand and put it in your mouth, delighting in the sensation of sucking and being sucked. You doubted that there was anything better in the world.

One of Stephen's many qualities was that he, unlike many men, had no problem getting dirty between a woman's legs. On the contrary, he took pleasure in it. When he gave you oral, it wasn't just his mouth he used, he used his nose, his chin, his goatee. Everything he could use to give you maximum pleasure and that night it wasn’t different.

He sucked your entrance, licked your wet folds, nudged his nose to your clit and sucked your juices, spitting them back out, making a mess. He loved it as much as you did and when he finally started sucking your clit and penetrating you with his fingers, you felt your body becoming weak.

It was how Stephen made you feel most of the time, weak compared to the strength of the love you felt for him.

You used to be outrageously loud when Stephen was eating you, but all your moans were muffled by his cock in your mouth.

You loved Stephen’s cock and he knew it, he was very proud of it. The way you constantly sucked him made him lose control of his actions and you loved watching him get lost in his own pleasure knowing that you were responsible for making him feel so good.

You started by sucking his head and then ran your tongue down his entire length, leaving it completely wet with your saliva, just the way you liked it. Your hands gently massaged his balls, eliciting a muffled moan from him while you flicked your tongue in his frenulum, licking and sucking the special spot and making him squirm with pleasure, but at no point did he stop eating you, on the contrary, his pleasure only made him more eager to give you more pleasure and the thing worked perfectly.

When you finally started to actually suck him, the two of you were close and the wet sounds you made were so arousing combined with the sound of the rain that seemed to get heavier and heavier outside.

You took him out of your mouth to breathe and gave him a couple of jerks before going back to sucking him and this time you went all the way down letting him go to the back of your throat.

Stephen stopped the suction on your clit with a pop and moaned loudly.

"Fuck sweetheart, swallow my cock... gonna make me cum." He rasped giving your ass cheek a hard slap and resuming his work with even more desire.

His words only served to push you forward and even though your eyes were watering, you continued sucking him and fucking him with your mouth, feeling him pulse and start to spill into your mouth as his mouth made you see stars.

You came together in each other's mouths and you both rolled to the side, lying on your backs, trying to regulate your breathing and recover.

"I think we outdid ourselves tonight." He said impressed and you both giggled until you stopped and felt silent.

"I don't want to go home." You confessed, sitting down. Stephen had his head resting in his hands, the position leaving his biceps visible. He seemed like a god to you. You doubted that a man could be more beautiful than your boyfriend.

"I don't want to share you with the world. I want you to be mine alone."

He sat up and caressed your cheek, tucking a strand of your wet hair behind your ear gently.

"I'm yours. No matter how hard I work or what I have to do, at the end of the day all I want most is to come back to you."

"But it's not like being here." You pouted and he smiled reassuringly.

"Then we'll come back here as often as you want. I can arrange that. Ask Wong to take over some things for me, pass some tasks on to other masters."

"You promise?" You asked hopefully.

"I promise." He smiled and then remained silent for a minute, when he spoke again there was a certain emotion in his voice.

"You said something out there that made me think."

"What?"

He smiled "That I'm the only good thing in your life."

"You are."

He held your chin between his thumb and index finger. "You were the best thing that ever happened in my life, sweetheart."

He kissed you softly and continued "We were meant for each other, it just took us some time to find each other. But now that we're together, nothing will keep us apart. Definitely not my work."

You smiled "So you don't think we'll end up like those couples that only have sex once a week?" You teased making he chuckle.

"Never."

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In Hades I Am With You | Chapter Two

Pairing: Azriel x Hewn!city reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Reader is the ill-fated daughter of a cruel Lord of Night; plagued with prophetic dreams and cursed with rare, arcane gifts. Azriel is the stoic spymaster; forged from violence, lethal and honed to a fatal sharpness. The pair find themselves bound to one another through their meeting in a pleasure house in Hewn City.

Tags: Forced proximity, strangers to lovers, Night Court lore, Priestess reader, discussions of SA and abuse, discussions of sex work, criticism of misogyny, sexism, and general abuse in all its forms, eventual smut, slight corruption kink, reader is incredibly romantic and horny.

Please let me know what you think. Again this is inspired by From Blood and Ash but next chapter we start to deviate from those vibes.

Death came to me at dusk in the guise of a man; swathed in shadow. Haunting and prophetic. In flashes of seraphic, blue light and age worn bone. A voice shaded in nightshade calls out from the antechamber of the pleasure hall’s private apartments. A male cleaves through the darkness. He cuts an intimidating figure in the pallid sapphire light; stalks through the dark as though he was born from it. A scarred hand reaches through the veil, that glitters like spun spider silk, between my body and his. All thought and sound eddies from my mind.

“You are so much lovelier than I remember.” The low tenor of his voice is a whisper of darkness as his scent shrouds my senses.

Night-blooming wisteria and the depths of the Illyrian wilderness. 

He is a thing of dark, lovely beauty, I think as he steps into the light. Beautiful in the way some ancient mercurial God must be. Cut from the same onyx stone of the mountains to the North. Night incarnate. The darkness from which all light is born. 

“I’d have sent word, but I was already in the city.”  Scarred fingertips ghost the length of my arm. 

The glare of Illyrian steel, lethal and vicious, pierces through the blanket of the dark and reality comes flooding back to me with all the force of a raging tempest as the sapphire lights casts his beautiful face in shadow. 

I’d know him always. I would know him even in Hades, shrouded in the darkness at the end of the world. By the threads of fate that bind us both to this infernal mountain. 

Azriel.

The High Lord’s Spymaster. 

Everyone in this infernal city has heard the harrowing stories of this brutal, beautiful male. I am no exception. 

At first it was his beauty that commanded me to search for him in every darkened corner of the Moonstone Palace. It was the graceful hollow of his throat, the onyx curls that framed the elegant planes of his face that made a slave of me. The way that he towered over me like the embodiment of the dark-stoned mountains from which he hails. I had visited the Illyrian mountains once as a girl, when the Old High Lord lived. The long shadows of Ramiel had veiled the world in a shroud of black, save for the pallid moonlight that bleached the darkness. There was a temple. Its ruins lay in some long forgotten grove, shaded in wisteria and moon flowers. 

But it is his inherent violence that speaks to my innate darkness; it calls to me in a language so old, and long dead, that only fate itself might infer some meaning from the whispers of it, carried forth on a night wind . The terrible darkness that bleeds from him like the veil between the worlds. It is that darkness that feels somehow kindred to me. I saw him once, in the training yards of the Moonstone Palace. He had looked like some avenging angel; sweat-slicked and savage. His body and blade a weapon that he had honed to a fatal sharpness. 

He came to me that night in a dream, prophetic and elusive. In flashes of sapphire and star-flecked night. A harbinger of my undoing. It wasn’t until years later that he came to me again, in the Temple of Astarion. The dreams followed me for weeks after. Even in my waking moments I saw him. God of plagues and prophecy. A great chamber beneath the mountain. The dark waters of a salt-lake. The darkness at the end of the world.

 “Come here, pretty girl.” Azriel says, a small smile curves around the sulk on his lips. 

It occurs to me then that he has no idea who I am. That he has mistaken me for some other Female; some lovely thing who touches him tenderly. These stolen garments could belong to anyone, and without the veil there is nothing that marks me as the Lord Protector’s favorite. 

Tonight I can be anyone. Tonight I can be her.  

I had never considered myself to be beautiful but standing here now, my figure reflected in his hazel eyes, I see something. The vision of some ancient Goddess. Violent and volatile. 

A storm incarnate.

I summon that storm as my gaze sweeps over Azriel again. He’s splayed across the small day bed, dressed in an unbuttoned tunic that bears the contours of his chest so beautifully. The broad expanse of his back is framed by large, membranous wings and his onyx hair is tousled with messy curls that frame the delicate curve of his ears. 

If I had any sense at all I’d run back to the Palace and never look back. Unfortunately for me all common sense I might have had abandoned me when his palm skims the curve of my hip over the thick, woolen fabric of my cloak as he beckons me closer. 

“You look so very lovely in this light.” he sighs deeply, the broad splay of his hand curling around the cradle of my hips as he draws me into him. When he looks at me, there is only darkness in those golden eyes. 

Dark, arresting eyes. 

I offer him a gentle smile in lieu of thanks in a meek attempt to assuage his desire. 

“Now get on your knees.” He insists, like a priest intoning his mass. There’s a strange sense of threat in his voice that commands me to sink lowly before him. As if my body is little more than a conduit of his intent. 

“Look at me.” Something innate compels me to comply. The Shadowsinger takes my chin roughly between his scarred fingertips, brushes a calloused thumb over the plush of my lips. 

I shudder. 

“So very lovely,” He observes me in the low light. One star-flecked hand reaches out to tangle in the unbound lengths of my hair to expose the column of my throat to his shadows that coil around me like the tendrils of a serpent. 

Guilt and shame festers in me; turning my insides to rot. 

“I-I…” I try to speak but any confession dissolves on my tongue like a prayer when Azriel’s fingers ghost over the lapels of this open tunic; exposing his sculpted shoulders and the expanse of his broad chest, all contoured muscle that looks as if it were carved from the mountain stone. A fine dusting of hair forms a dark constellation that descends from his navel, down to the carved marble of his Adonis belt and dips beneath the material of his breeches. 

My half-lidded gaze dips lower and heat blooms in my chest and flowers along the exposed skin of my chest and cheeks. Even in the dim light, I admire the elegant curve of his calves and thighs and how his leathers caress his sculpted frame.

Heat takes root in my body again. A coiling, feverish heat that pulses in the deepest parts of my being. 

The Shadowsinger rises from the chaise. He towers over me like the imposing shadow of the mountain that shrouds the world in its dark veil. My fingers instinctively curl around the dagger at my thigh, through the swathes of heavy fabric that form a dark corona around my body. 

I am an acolyte. I have taken my vows and made my oaths in sight of The Mother. I am coveted and revered. For the prophecy that curses my blood. And this…

This is forbidden.

And yet, there, in the sulk of his lips, I relish in a heaven that only exists when he is looking at me. As though I am an altar he could pray to. As though he would forsake every solemn vow he has ever made if I would permit him to put his lips on mine. 

And I will. 

Amber eyes burn ardent gold against the black as he stalks towards me, wading through the shadows with the grace of some dark-winged God.

“Can I kiss you?” Azriel’s voice is desperate and fervent as he advances towards me. The feverish heat of his breath on my neck feels something akin to absolution. 

“Please.” A tremor of anticipation reverberates through my spine and my heart beats thunderously in my chest as it heaves against Azriel. A broad hand pulls me into his bruising grip. The other holds my head as he braces against the wall.

Azriel’s kiss is a devastating thing; a claiming, a devouring, a begging to be believed. I suck in a sharp breath and he deepens the kiss, the sharpness of his teeth grazing the sulk of my bottom lip. Guilt and shame coils in the pit of my stomach, a dreadful tempest that stakes its claim to me. Until I feel the delicate stroke of his tongue against mine. That storm manifests itself as a throbbing ache between my thighs. Tentative fingers curl around the cradle of my hips and Azriel growls into my open mouth. 

The vision comes to me veiled in shadow and flashes of age worn bone as it stakes its claim to me again. The shadow of the great mountain looms like some ill-fated omen over the valley and a blue star bleeds into the twilight, casting Ramiel in a halo or sapphire light. The mountain trembles in my wake; the Old Gods whisper my name like a prayer. There is a temple; carved into the stone of the mountain, a great antechamber, shaded in the musk of hemlock and incense as I pass between the sandstone pillars. The antechamber of the sanctum is shrouded in climbing ivy and blooming moon flowers that conceal the frescos on the walls. Through the shroud of shadow, I can make out the apparition of a man, cloaked in death. He wears it as some ancient King might. Proud, beautiful and lethal. His great dark wings spread across the landscape and the faces in the crowds kneel to him in reverence. The onyx stalactites become entangled in the light that bleeds from the surface and I come to a stop at the foot of the altar when that myriad of dancing light falls onto me. 

I am pale moonlight light;  refracted and broken divinity. The memory of some undying Goddess in the pallid light. 

The emerald dias is littered with the remnants of the offerings left to a dying God; wilted jasmine and orchids, silver coins, minted with the faces of an ancient king, amphora’s of faerie wine. I sink to my knees at the foot of the altar and I swear I can feel the whispers of the Gods long dead. I run a fine-boned hand over the collection of offerings laid in revereven, made in earnest. The gleam of thinly drawn steel amongst the dying jasmine beckons me further still, into the heart of the temple. Veiled in the shadows of the mountain; a bloody scythe. The hilt and pommel, like cool marble in my hand as I raise it to the light. The blade itself is coated crimson and rust and the ferrous smell of blood hangs heavy in the air.

Only false idols are worshiped in flowers and wine alone. True divinity requires sacrifice.

Out of the devastating darkness steps a figure; shaded in wretched shadows and a devouring black mass as he approaches the dias. As he steps to the altar all the sconces are afire with bluelight; sapphire and cerulean as his robe falls to reveal him in all his divine glory. The saints whisper my name and his figure, wreathed in shadow and light materializes before me.

God of plagues and prophecy. 

He whispers to me. Prophet girl, chosen by the dark, do you hear the Gods whispering those silent stardust words? Cursed daughter of ancient blood, do you regret taking the vow?

Without warning the tenuous connection to the Otherworld is broken. And I am left raging, seething, as the storm breaks against me. 

“What was that?” The Shadowsinger accuses sharply, unfurling his great, dark wings as the last of the vision ebbs away from me. The draw of Illyrian steel, lethal and dangerous, rings through the air like the peal of thunder and presses against the hollow of my throat.

“I-I I don’t- I think it was a dream” I ramble. My voice little more than a high arching sound under his dark, arresting gaze. I press a trembling hand to his in an aching plea for him to surrender his blade. 

The Shadowsinger is unrelenting and the sting of his blade kisses my neck. 

“Please, Azriel.” I beg as silver tears cloud my vision in a milky film.

A resounding pound against the door silences the Shadowsinger. 

“Azriel?” The velvety timbre of a male voice comes from behind the door.  Azriel stiffens against me, the heat of his breath fans across my throat again, half-lidded golden eyes still burning into my own. His hand passes over his chest as if trying to soothe the violent storm of emotion that rages inside of him. 

It seethes when the pale light dances in his eyes. When he looks at me there is only darkness there. Night incarnate. 

“I need you back in Velaris.” The male says sternly. It’s a voice I have heard before in a dream or a memory. The scent of moonflowers and citrus drifts on a night wind. 

“I’m sort of in the middle of something, Brother,” Azriel responds, his voice low and dangerous, thick with malicious intent. His grip on my hip is still unrelenting and strangely tender.

“Azriel open the God's damned door.” The male pounds on the door again, his gravelly voice full of wrath and dangerous authority.

“I think you should answer him,” I whisper.

“Rhys,” He curses. Azriel curls a deft finger around the loose treses of my hair and inhales a shaky breath, “I swear to the Mother -- you were the one who told me to come to this hellmouth in the first place and now you --.” 

“It’s important, Brother,” The Male replies before knocking again. Azriel looses a shuddering breath in response and the longer strands of his hair brushes over my shoulder as he bows his head in frustration “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.”

“Pay the whore and be done with it.” I frown.

“Brother,” Azriel warns, his voice like cold death and his thinly veiled violence dances in his golden eyes like a taunt. I can’t help but think of him softly then, as a scarred hand curls around my arm, applying pressure that is both tender and bruising. 

“Give me a few moments.” Azriel relents. Azriel’s face darkens considerably and those great, dark wings seem to stand sentinel. A testament to the Shadowsingers rage. A heavy black mass materialises about him, cloaking him in wisps of dark, ancient magic. 

Something dark and uncomfortable stirs in my soul then. A foreknowledge that speaks to a coming storm. 

“You must leave?” He nods solemnly and untangles himself from me. The absence of him feels something akin to drowning now. Having grown so fond of his comforting weight and the dark magnetism that seems to exude off of him in plumes of shadow. 

“My High Lord needs me.” He explains cooly. 

I nod in reply, still clutching desperately at his open tunic. For a long moment, neither of us dare to move. Bound in our silence. So we wait. Until he tires of it. Azriel sheaths his blade, it’s blue hilt shimmering sapphire in the pallid light. The dark material of his tunic is discarded on the bed and he procures his leathers from the materialising darkness before me. It’s scaled armour, an austere garment that looks as if it too was born from the shadows which seem to cling to him now. 

The male that had touched me tenderly is all but gone then, and from his shadow an Illyrian warrior steps into the light. His blades are honed to a wicked, deadly point, intended for the brutality of warfare, their serrated edges designed to carve through flesh and muscle. 

“I-I will come back here, when the fighting is done. Then we will talk - about this dream of yours.” 

His voice is flat and lethal, a warning and taunt. I nod once more.

“Will you wait for me, angel?” Azriel’s dark, piercing eyes fall on me again and I feel at home, there, in his thrall, under the blanket of his darkness. 

“I will.” My heart flickers violently in my chest. 

The shadowsinger turns and I watch forlornly as he walks to the door. I say nothing as he steps into the shadows. 

I won’t be here when he returns. 

As I, too, turn towards the door I hear the whispers of it again. SOmething dark and ancient calls my name. 

Prophet girl, chosen by the dark, do you hear the Gods whispering those silent stardust words? Cursed daughter of ancient blood, do you regret taking the vow?

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[sergeantnex]

König x Reader: The Uniform (Smut)

Being a new member of 141, I had very little knowledge of who all were our allies, merely being told I'll meet them when the time is right. So, being placed on the lookout in a new territory and being told someone from our allied faction team called KorTac would come check on me did little to soothe my nerves. A smooth German accent came through my earpiece, informing me the male was headed in my direction. I could hear the male's footsteps as he approached my position from behind. Glancing back, my eyes widened as I took in the sight of a 6' 10" male approached. Red night vision goggles resting over his eyes, his tan uniform accented by the black and red colored gear he wore.

Normally, being surrounded by men in uniforms was one thing, but this guy and his uniform? This was completely different. The sheer size of him and his lean figure graced with such a dominating aura that followed him sent tingles of excitement and arousal down my spine. I studied him as he approached my prone form, his cocks outline visible through his pants. The sight made my mouth water with eagerness to have such a monster of a cock however he would be willing give it. The male moved to lay prone with me and lifted his night vision goggles. With how close he was, I could make out his sapphire blue hues surrounded by black grease paint.

"I'm König, I will be your teammate for this mission." He greeted, his voice sounding calm while his blue hues swirled with anxiety. I offered a gentle and welcoming smile as I greeted him back, giving him my callsign. His name rang a bell, I remember hearing the team talk about him sure. I thought Soap was joking, and he called the man a mountain, but damn! Something about this man excited me, made me feel submissive and eager to please. Was it how much smaller I was? Maybe it was his aura? It could be a million and one thing, that's for sure, but the mission came first.

I kept a quiet casual conversation going with him, talking about where he was from, even talking about him teaching me some German. He seemed to relax the more we quietly spoke, which made me feel warm and jittery. Although this giant male had one thing I didn't. Those sick night vision goggles. I open my mouth to speak only for him to wrap his hand over my mouth and adjust himself over my back. The front of his vest resting against my back and his hips resting flush against my own. His flaccid cock pressing against my ass only drove me to want to press back into him. I could hear the footsteps and quiet talking in a different language, I couldn't understand, as he laid over me.

My uniform wasn't exactly the best to be trying to blend in with the darkness of the night. His did a better job at blending in with the surroundings than my own, and with his goggles, he could see the enemies to see if we were in any trouble. The more he softly rested on me, the more I felt the desire and impulse to seek sexual contact. I took a risk and gently licked his gloved palm, quickly drawing his attention. I could see his blue eyes widen with shock as I peered up at him innocently. His attention quickly went back to the soldiers patrolling the path near our position. We weren't supposed to engage unless they spotted us or got too close. So feeling pretty in the clear, I softly lifted my ass agaisnt his clothed flaccid cock.

He softly grunts as I keep softly grinding my hips back against his. König presses his gloved middle finger into my mouth, letting me wet the fabric as I softly started sucking. I could feel his cock twitch and begin to harden as I lightly moan around his finger. König gently grinds his hips against my own letting his cock rut against my ass smoothly. Once we were in the clear, König groaned out and pressed against me harder. I learned very quickly that most men in the military were eager for sexual contact. Especially men in higher ranks, they were always stressed and needed something to take that stress away. I had slept with my Lieutenant many times due to how stressed he was after missions of after long days of training recruits. I wasn't sure what König's rank was, but at this point, I honestly didn't care.

"Scheiße... you little minx." König growled as he pulled his hand away to tug at my uniform pants. I quickly and quietly undid my pants, tugging them and my underwear down just enough to expose myself to him. I could hear him doing the same before the heavy weight of his thick cock tapped against my ass. He used his hand to press his whole length against my ass as he ruts his hips softly. I slightly pant as I do my best to stay quiet, letting him lift my hips up slightly. The sound of him spitting reached my ears as his spit dripped down my ass. I gasp as he begins pressing his tip into me, and I feel my walls stretching to accommodate him.

"Tell me, luder, do you let anyone do this?" He mocked sinking his cock into me until he was fully seated in me. His cock feeling better than anything I had used in the past week to seek the pleasure of being fucked. König was thick and long, his pretty cock carrying a weight that would satisfy anyone. His heavy balls rested on the back of my thighs from how I was positioned below him.

"No sir, you're special~" I purred, arching my lower back to allow him better access to fuck me. He growled something in German as he began pulling out only to press forward again. The pace was slower than either of us wanted, but we couldn't risk being caught. Of course, we weren't supposed to be having sex either, but neither of us could pass this up. König's voice was low, his breath mixing with soft moans. Hearing such an intimidating guy make such noises in my ear only drove me closer to my orgasm. It was like when Ghost and I had sex, hearing the gruff noises and low moans from my lieutenant were such a weak spot for me. My walls flutter around him as his cock began twitching with his own approaching orgasm. I whine out his name as I began cumming, his hips changing to grind into me as he begins cumming as well.

"Open your mouth, luder. Clean my cock for me ja?" König commanded lightly as he pulls out and moves to press his cock in my mouth. I moan softly around his girth as I take him as deep as I can manage. Licking and sucking away any mess we made until he hissed and pulled away. König and I quickly fixed our clothes before he moved back to my side. His hand softly lingered on my lower back as he checked our surroundings. Once, he was satisfied with it being clear and laid back next to me.

"What made you decide to act such a way? You just met me, luder." König asked, seeming more curious now than nervous as he sees we are safe.

"At first, it was your uniform, the way it frames you in all the right places. It gives you a certain... aura. But now, you can fuck me anytime we work together again." I tease softly but showing that I mean my words. König chuckles softly as he resumes overwatch with me. My excited jittery energy came to a harsh halt when I heard Ghost come over my earpiece.

"Are you done fucking the Colonel?" His gravelly British voice mocked into my ear. I tensed and felt a heavy stone of mixed emotions hit my guts. Embarrassment because I forgot Ghost was on my channel in case I ran into any trouble and shock because this gentle giant of a man was the Colonel of our allied faction. I looked in the direction of where I knew Ghost's position was.

"Ghost... you-.." I started only to be cut off by my lieutenant.

"Yes, Private, I saw and heard every bit of that. Perhaps you'd like a lesson in what I meant when I said I don't share toys." He remarked before going quiet. My body filled with excitment at the thoughts of what he would do to me when the mission was over. Maybe I could convince him to share me with König...