#dont let the nip slip fool you

[liodain]

A belated birthday sprawl for favourite lying pirate-priest/traitor/apostate/mutineer/""sea-trader""/forsworn. Hugo back on his bullshit on his own terms & living his best life post-Fate 🥰🥰🥰

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[koyagifs]

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pairing: yeosang x reader au: non idol | friends to strangers | genre: angst word count: 1.4k synopsis: i dont want love i cant afford. i just want you to love for free warning(s): angst w/ no comfort, cursing. mdni - suggestive content mentioned

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The cold air nipped at your skin as you sat there, the soft light from the morning sun filtering in through the window. You let out another sigh, running a hand through your hair as you glanced around the room, your mind wandering to the quiet nights and the moments you spent together.

It wasn’t the first time Yeosang had disappeared without a word. He was often unpredictable, his presence fading as quickly as it arrived, leaving behind only the empty space beside you and the lingering sense of loss.

You couldn't help but wonder where he went, why he kept slipping away. The silence in the room felt heavier now, as though it was holding onto the unspoken words that had never been shared. Maybe it was time to stop waiting for him to come back, to stop looking for the signs. But a part of you couldn’t help but feel drawn to the possibility that he’d return, as he always did.

Shaking your head, you pulled the blanket tighter around you and leaned back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling. There was no use in waiting for answers that might never come. The day was starting, and you had your own life to live.

The thought stung more than you cared to admit. You shifted uncomfortably under the weight of it, unsure whether to feel anger, hurt, or resignation. The arrangement had started out as something simple—a way to relieve the tension, a momentary escape from reality. But over time, it had become a tangled web of feelings you weren’t sure how to navigate.

Yeosang’s disappearing acts were the hardest part to swallow. He would slip back into your life like nothing had happened, like the empty weeks hadn’t existed, and you would fall right back into the rhythm of your unspoken agreement. You told yourself it didn’t matter, that it was just sex, just a way to cope. But the more he left without a trace, the more it felt like you were the one left behind.

You rubbed your temples, feeling the tension from the night before still present in your body. Maybe you were fooling yourself—maybe you wanted more than just the temporary relief he gave. But how could you expect anything else when the rules of your ‘arrangement’ were clear from the start?

With a deep breath, you forced yourself to get out of bed, the cold air biting at your skin as you walked toward the window. The morning was quiet, the world outside moving on while you were stuck in the cycle of waiting, of hoping for something that probably wasn’t coming.

Why do I keep doing this to myself? you thought, watching the outside world go on without you.

You weren’t his, and maybe you never would be. But there was a part of you that still wished you could be. And that part was the hardest to ignore.

The moment you saw Yeosang standing there, your breath caught in your throat. It was like time had frozen, the weight of those three months without him crashing over you all at once. His wide smile seemed so out of place in the quiet hallway, and for a moment, you almost didn’t believe he was really there.

What the hell is he doing here?

Your hand tightened around the keys, and you felt a strange mix of emotions—surprise, anger, confusion, and maybe even a tinge of longing you thought you’d buried. He was standing there, like nothing had changed, like it hadn’t been months since he’d last slipped out of your life without so much as a word.

"Yn," he said softly, his voice almost too casual, as if nothing had happened, as if the time apart hadn’t meant anything to him. He took a step forward, his eyes shining with that same familiar warmth that always made your heart skip.

But you didn’t know how to respond. The past few months had been hard, but they had also given you something you hadn’t had in a while: peace. You had let go of him, stopped waiting for him to come back, stopped torturing yourself with the hope that he would change. You had built your life back, piece by piece, and now, here he was, acting like nothing had changed, like he could just waltz back into your life as if you hadn’t spent all this time healing from the wreckage he left behind.

"You—" You couldn’t even find the words at first. "You just disappeared. For three months. And now you’re back?"

Yeosang’s smile faltered, the confidence in his stance beginning to crack as he seemed to realize the tension in the air. "I… I know I’ve been gone. I just wanted to—"

"Why now?" you cut him off, your voice sharper than you intended. "Why after all this time?"

Yeosang hesitated, clearly caught off guard by the intensity of your response. His eyes searched your face, as though trying to read something he couldn’t quite understand. "I—I don’t know. I guess I thought… I thought you’d be around when I came back." His words were quiet, almost unsure, as if he hadn’t expected you to be so… different.

But you were different now. You weren’t the person who waited for him to return. You weren’t the one who let him come and go as he pleased. You had found a way to stand on your own, and no matter how much your heart still tugged at the sight of him, you weren’t going to let him have the same hold over you again.

"I’m not that person anymore," you finally said, your voice steady despite the pounding of your heart. "I moved on, Yeosang. I had to."

Yeosang’s expression shifted, the realization hitting him in waves. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the air thick with everything left unsaid between you.

You looked back at Yeosang as you held the door close to your body. " i dont want love i cant afford Yeo... i just want you to love for free, and it's clear that it's not with me,"

Yeosang's eyes widened at your words, and for a moment, it felt like everything around you both had stopped. The weight of what you had just said hung between you like an unspoken truth. He stood there, frozen, processing your declaration, his face a mix of regret and confusion.

"I..." he started, his voice wavering for the first time, but the words seemed to escape him. He wanted to say something, to explain, but he couldn't. He knew you were right. He knew that what you needed wasn’t something he could give, not in the way you deserved. His silence only spoke louder, louder than any apology he could have given.

The tears you had cried over him, the nights you spent waiting and wondering, all those feelings were still fresh in your chest, but now they were wrapped in a bittersweet clarity. You had given him a chance, more than he probably deserved, and it wasn’t enough for you to keep putting your heart on the line.

You took a shaky breath, the door still pressing against your body as you spoke again, this time softer but with more resolve. "I can't keep hoping for something that isn't going to happen, Yeosang. I can’t keep being the one who waits... for scraps of affection." Your voice cracked, but you steadied yourself. "I need something real, something that won't leave me questioning if I'm just a momentary distraction for you."

Yeosang's face contorted with guilt, his eyes filled with an emotion you couldn't quite place. Maybe it was regret, maybe it was sorrow, but it didn’t change the reality between you two. He hadn’t been ready for this. Maybe he never would be.

The silence stretched again, this time unbearable. Finally, he nodded slowly, as if resigning himself to the truth you had laid out so plainly before him. His lips parted, but no words came.

You pushed the door just a little further, a gentle but firm signal that you were done. "Please, just go."

Yeosang lingered for a beat longer, his gaze still on you, as if he was trying to figure out if this was a dream or reality. But he didn't stay. He turned and left without another word, the sound of his footsteps fading away down the hall.

You stood there for a moment, the weight of the door in your hands and the sting of the goodbye still sharp in your chest. But it was different this time. It was the first time you were letting go for good.

[ivybucky]

min konge(my king) ~ loki x reader(*s*)

Prompt: ( a culmination of ideas shared between me and @agent-laufeyson) Reader is learning to speak Norwegian (and therefore Asgardian) and practices while reading Norse Poetry with Loki on the throne.

a/n: AHHHHH can you believe it?? my first ever loki fic AND its smut. Sorry i've been gone for a bit, i've been trying to sort out some things in my real life ajsdjfa;lj

content warnings: sm*t, unprotected s*x (dont be a fool, protect your tool), semi-public but not really, throne s*x, c*ckw*rming, degrading, dom!loki, size k*nk, slight bulging, king loki? is that a warning, throne s*x, edging, lots of edging, slight br**ding k*nk, choking

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author: abby<3

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The throne room was secluded enough- quiet enough. Save for the guards that stood watch outside of the grand doors, the hall was empty but of her and her king. Her place was on his lap, a comfort provided in between regal meetings and audiences with the now king of Asgard.

They made small talk. Idle, loving conversation between partners- planning of the upcoming celebrations, the well-being of friends, gossip on topics that didn’t leave the castle walls.

“My dear,” his voice rumbled against her back as his fingers flexed against her waist. “How are your studies?”

As a Midguardian now living in Asgard, her knowledge of her new home’s culture needed to be improved, including her understanding of the dialect. She hummed from her spot in his lap, gaze unwavering from the gilded book that rested in her hands. “Quite well, min kjærlighet.” (my love)

His grip tightened as he pulled her further against him and let his forehead drop to her shoulder again with a groan. She felt his taut chest graze against her back. “Say that again.”

“Min kjærlighet,” she smirked, one hand moving up and behind her to rest in his dark locks. “Min konge.” (my love - my king)

His teeth nipped at the skin in the crook of her neck. His hands grasped at the silk draped around her waist and tugged it upwards. “Loki-”

“Do you want to serve your king, pet?” His voice rumbled down her spine. His crotch shifted against hers, rutting softly. “Read to me.”

“What ails thee, Hiálmar? Thy hue is pale-” Loki clicked his tongue as he unfastened trousers and pulled his stiff cock into the open air.

“You’ll never learn if you don’t practice, love.” Her bare pussy rubbed against him now, the tip of his cock grinding deliciously against her. He sheathed himself in her warmth with a low groan ripping from his throat. “Just like this, pet. Keeping me warm.” He forced her hips to circle over his crotch. “Now try again.”

“Store sår, jeg sliten, slitne-” he stilled his thrusts and her hips at the mistake, a whine slipping through her lips.

“I thought you were smarter. I thought you were trying to learn,” he grunted.

“Please, my king.” He sighed with disapproval.

“Did I say to stop reading? Continue.” His hands tightened against her skin, promising bruises and indentions in their wake.

“Store sår, jeg sliten, gjør deg trett,” she let out a breathy sigh. “Din hjelm er hugget, din hauberk eke.”

“That’s better.” His palm trailed to her front, pressing into the lower swell of her belly as he gave a sharp thrust. She gasped at the sensation of his length straining against her insides. “Norns, I can feel myself inside you. Deep within your aching cunt as you keep me warm. Is this not how it should be? Keep reading, my love.”

Her fingers gripped the pages of the book, the paper wrinkling beneath her strength. Her cunt dripped against the leather of his pants, slick and warm.

“P-på slutten er nå ditt liv-” she stuttered as the speed of his movements increased. “Sår har jeg seks, er spaltet byrnie-” and then slowed with her error. Her voice broke with an agitated cry.

“Seksten-” He corrected in her ear, teeth dragging against her ear lobe. “Are you even trying?”

“I know you want to cum.” His fingers rubbed slow circles into her clit, not causing enough friction to get her closer to her end goal. “Finish reading to me and I’ll let you.”

“Please,” she let out a whine, eyes scrunched shut. He moved his fingers to grope her thigh, pinching the delicate skin. A gasp tumbled out of her mouth and his voice took on more bite. “I said, ‘finish reading to me and I’ll let you.’ You wouldn’t want me to deny you of that now would you.”

“-svakt vokser synet mitt, jeg ser ikke lenger-” His lips rested against her shoulder, repeated kisses and the soft lap of his tongue darted across her skin. His hips pistoned up into hers in a steady thrust as his fingers trailed up under her silk to toy with the perked flesh of her nipple.

“That’s it, my love.” Her hand fell from the pages of the book to cover his over her breast, the foreign language pouring from lips. Their fingers intertwined with each other as he kneaded at the supple flesh. “Good pet, learning so quickly, aren’t you.”

“For you, my king.” Her voice was breathless, slurred as she finished the verse. His lips continued their assault, only breaking away from her flesh to view the blossom marks left in their wake.

She continued with her reading, he continued with his movements. His grasps against her hips and on her breasts did not slack. If anything, his grip strengthened its hold as he pace sped up with each correctly presented line of the poem.

And when she made a mistake? He would stop all movements until she corrected herself, and then continued as he was.

She finished the second to last verse- “-men jeg overmester her mange sår” - and his grip against her found a more secure purchase.

“My sweet,” he groaned, as he pistoned into her with greater intent. “You’re almost done, love.” She cried as he elevated her to an almost release. She could feel her mind blank, eyes screwed shut in anticipation. His cock dragged against her warmth at a steady pace now, bucking up into her with force. She grasped at the hands against her, straggled cries and pleas fell from her lips, tears welling in her eyes. She could feel herself clench around him, could feel herself begin to tip over the edge.

And then it all stopped. His grip pulled her unmoving against his lap once again. He panted behind her, pressing his lips calmly into her shoulder once more. “But not yet.”

She wanted to cry, her ruined orgasm holding too much over her. “Loki-”

“Nearly there, pet.” The moderate buck of his hips started once again. “You can do it.”

“"Flyr fra sør den sultne ravn-” her voice was sore and scratched, stuttered from her needed release “I can’t, please,” she begged, trying to move her hips against him as best she could.

“You can,” he grunted, a hand coming down on the inside of her thigh. “And you will.”

“-fløyter med ham brakørnen;” she gasped, his hips picking up speed in the slightest.

“Keep going, pet,” echoed in her ear. “You’re doing so well.”

“På kjøttet til de falne skal jeg ikke lenger mate dem:” his finger trail yet again to her clit, waiting for the words to fall from lips. “på kroppen min vil begge batte nå.”

The book clattered to the floor, a loud thud ignored as his hips began once again to thrust sharply into her. She barely registers Loki moving her belly over the armrest of the throne, her place on his lap long forgotten. Her cries, his moans mingled together and echoed over the walls.

“Please,” her voice was broken and begging. “Please Loki.” His fingers moved quick circles against her cunt, his other hand applying pressure to her throat. The wet smack of his hips pounding against her ass resounded throughout the great room. The pent-up lust and frustration clouded the space around them, Loki’s own strong-willed nature holding himself back from taking what had so righteously and matrimonially been defined as his.

She clenched around him once more, this time no longer bounded by text on a page to deny her release. Her cries grew fervent, desperate and craving to actually mean something.

“That’s it darling, cum for me. Cum for your king.” His voice was muddled as he held himself back from his own release, his hard stiffness aching within her.

At last, finally, his name in a yelp of ecstasy was ripped from her lungs, thighs shaking against the wrinkled leather of his pants. Her back arched, arms pressed into the side of the throne. Loki’s head fell into her shoulder as he clutched her harder, more bruises expected. A strangled grunt and a whimpered, “I’m cumming” fell from his lips and into her skin. She was filled with his long-awaited release, his cum dripping out where they were connected.

They panted into the empty room, heartbeats pounding in their ears. He pulled her once more against his chest, allowing them to both take a moment to collect themselves. Loki placed his fingers under her chin, turning it towards him to meet his lips. They ran against each other, lovingly and messily, as they always did. And then he tucked his chin into her shoulder.

“Love,” she spoke, breathless and exhausted. “I should go clean up.”

She moved to rise off of him and his lap but his arms kept her in place, him sliding back into her fully with a moan from both of them. “No, my darling.”

“No?” she chuckled, reaching up to stroke his hair.

“No,” his voice was steady, authoritative. “I have a meeting in 5 minutes. You are going to stay right where you are, with my cock and my cum inside of you, understand?”

Her eyes went wide for a second before a small smile took over her face.

“Yes, min konge.”

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Two sides (2)

Pair: ACOTAR Azriel x reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Language, implied smut

Summary: Y/N has been in love with Cassian for centuries now, Just how Azriel has been with Mor. Both heartbroken by their unrequited love they fall into a routine of 'one-night stands', Not realizing their each others mate.

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A/N: So I dont know how accurate the mate information is, like I said before I haven’t read the ACOTAR series since 2019 so I probably got a couple things wrong or didn’t write the characters the way you would expect them to act. I chose to make them more how they would be in head canons if you get what I mean. Either way I really hope you enjoyed the 2nd and final part to Two sides :) Feel free to send requests for Azriel or any other Acotar characters. Thank you all for the support <3

"We need to talk."

"Okay," Azriel says skeptically, he walks over to sit on the chair across from you.

"I wanted to apologize for the other night," You shifted in your seat as you spoke, you were noticeably uncomfortable. That bothered Azriel, he wanted you to feel natural not forced, he didn't know where that desire came from but it was true. Even if this conversation was a bit awkward. "I never meant to make you feel used, I guess, I just needed a distraction."

"From seeing Cassian and Nesta together?" He asked. You bit your lip and nodded. "Y/N, I didn't feel used." He let out a small chuckle. "I enjoyed it, actually. And a bit flattered that you chose to-" He coughed awkwardly, "share that part of yourself with me." You grinned. You eased up a bit after knowing that Azriel didn't feel bad about what happened the other night, and even enjoyed it. It also warmed your heart at the fact that this was one of the rare moments that he felt comfortable enough to talk about how he was feeling. Despite it probably being out of sympathy or to defuse the tension.

"Oh," You chirped "well good. The last thing I wanted to do was fuck up our friendship."

He shook his head, "Y/N you've done a lot in the past few centuries that could've fucked up this friendship and we're still okay, better than okay considering. Besides Mor and I are still friends even after..." He tensed up, you went over to him and hesitantly put your hand on top of his.

"I know." You gave him a small smile. "I have an idea, I'll admit it's not my brightest but it will benefit the both of us."

His eyebrow quirked, "Your ideas are never the brightest, that's why you're just my second."

"Okay, wow." You blinked, removing your hand, and started pacing around the room. "First Rhys made me your second because I'm good at my job and you're just better cause of your shadows." He glared at you when you made the comment about his shadows. "Two, I've had a couple of good ideas in the past you just never go through with them."

"Maybe it's because all your ideas are reckless and we'd get caught if we did our job by using your so-called good ideas." He got up to meet you when you turned around to face the other way, you were met by his chest in your way.

You huffed when you looked up at him. "Whatever, I'm pretty sure you were going to like this one." He gave a nod to continue. "I- you know what I think it's better if I just show you."

He cocked his head to the side. You took this as an opportunity to grab him by the back of his neck and slammed your lips onto his. Immediately after he put his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. He started walking backward, leading you towards one of the bedrooms. Your foreheads pressed together but you paused from kissing him, catching your breath. You knew he could hear your heartbeat, beating quicker by the second, his heart was beating faster too. It gave you all the encouragement you needed to start taking off your clothes.

"So this was your bright idea," Azriel asked, while also hurriedly taking off his clothes.

"Mhm." Was your response before nodding and relocating your lips onto his.

The intensity of it made your heart stutter. You wanted him and at that moment he wanted you. He truly wanted you, you both felt it and took that feeling, using it to fuel the passion in that kiss. He moved down to your neck, nipping and biting at it. You moved your hand to slowly graze his wings, which made him freeze. Azriel gave you a look that made your body go on overdrive.

He picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he continued to "eat your neck" as Cassian had said all those days before. You rolled your eyes at the thought, but then they rolled back as Azriel bit at a sensitive area that intensified that already intoxicating feeling you got when you were with him.

And you wished it never ended.

~~~

"How do you feel about this?" You asked, hoping he'd be okay with it. So far he hadn't opposed.

"I don't want to hurt you." He confessed. You knew he meant physically, he could be a little rough sometimes. You were okay with that though, You rolled your eyes at his comment.

"I'm serious Y/N." He looked you in the eye. You were back at the training grounds of the Illyrian camp. You didn't specify any details, so you both didn't care about speaking in public.

"I'm a big girl, I think I can handle it." You began to walk ahead of him, He grabbed your forearm and pulled you back to face him, a hint of a smile on your face. "Only if you're sure."

Your smile faded once you saw that he was genuinely concerned. "Az, you wouldn't hurt me. I trust you."

He froze and let you go. He had a hard time letting people see how he was feeling but you could tell he was struggling with letting you in and his self-deprecation.

~~~

You had kept your secret "relationship" hidden from everyone else, as much as you could. It didn't take long. They were extremely nosy and it was difficult with Mor being your best friend. She always knew when you were lying and had insisted you were acting differently. You would always blow it off and say you had a good day, telling a random story you just thought of on the spot.

Cassian had continued to tease you about your secret lover-- which only intrigued Mor even further-- you avoided the truth most of the time. You and Azriel would be extra careful when doing what you did. Sometimes even going to Inns and you would both winnow to the location.

Going through all that trouble only for Amren to find out and threaten to tell the others. She tried to blackmail you into buying her a pure diamond bracelet. As if she couldn't afford it yourself. You talked to Azriel about it and you both decided you didn't care if anyone else knew, it's only a matter of time before they found out anyway. Plus you could use the money to buy a house somewhere private in Velaris. You enjoyed the privacy and lack of teasing for as long as it lasted.

Amren didn't tell but as you predicted, everyone did find out. Some already had suspicions like Mor, Rhys, and Feyre. Amren wouldn't have known if she hadn't caught you both and Cassian never would have thought. You'd be lying if you said you weren't disappointed at him not showing any sign of jealousy. You knew he wouldn't be, being caught up with Nesta and all but you still held hope. You considered yourself a fool and would try to fuck the feelings out of you with Azriel. And most of the time it worked.

~~~

Months went by as sleeping with your best friend became your new normal. You never would have thought that you'd be one of those mysterious girls that Azriel hooked up with, ever since that night, you were the only girl. You had to admit, you liked the idea; being Azriel's only girl. But you knew that although you would be the only girl in his bed, Mor will always be on his mind. Not that you blamed him, you were still somewhat hung up on Cassian. After you can't get rid of 500+ years of feelings.

As you laid next to Azriel, who now stayed nights instead of leaving right after, You admired his tattoos, the intricate designs, you fought the urge to trace them. You did anyways but only a centimeter away from his chest so you wouldn't wake him. In the morning light that slipped through a slight gap in your curtains, It shone right on him. He looked ethereal.

You always knew he was attractive most Illyrian men were, at least if they weren't assholes most of the time. You had time now, to actually take in his beauty. You could never understand how someone so beautiful and kind could be so broken. You guessed that's why you chose him to spend your nights with, instead of some random guy. You could help him and heal him and get him to appreciate himself more.

The shadows around him became more active, it made him tense up. He was awake. You lifted your hand up to up to move the stray hair that fell onto his face. At that moment, you felt your world shift an overwhelming sensation of love and adoration consumed your body and you snatched your hand away from him. You were in pure shock.

'Holy fuck' Was the only thing going through your head.

"What's wrong?"He questioned as if he could sense your distress. His voice hoarse from just waking up.

"Nothing." You said, immediately getting up and getting dressed in whatever you had closest to you. "You should, um, You should get going. I have a lot of reports to do, I've been holding them off but Rhys has been asking me for them for the longest so I should get on it."

Azriel sat up, the bed sheet covering one leg and another part. His perfectly sculpted body in your bed, the lighting, half of his leg uncovered by the blanket. You tried to compose yourself to figure out what you would do. Hoping that he didn't pick up on how different you were acting. It was no use he probably already expected something was up.

To try to ease the tension you sat next to him, brushing the hair out of his face, dragging your fingertips down to the side of his face, and kissed his cheek. You ignored the tingles you felt as his face nuzzled into your hand. Hesitantly, you remove your hand and got up from the bed, and sat at the desk you had in your room. You pretended to read through old letters from officials.

Azriel took that as his cue to leave. He got dressed and pressed a kiss to the back of your head before he left.

He definitely knew something, that's not how your mornings usually go. You would at least spend an hour or two together either talking or enjoying each other's presence before sending each other off to your respective duties. However due to your new discovery of Azriel being your mate. You panicked. What would you do now?

~~~

Hours had passed and you hadn't left your room, choosing to focus on the reports that you did in fact, have to do. Rhys just wasn't expecting them for another week or so. Mor then busted into your room. "Knock, knock bitch."

"Uh, hello gorgeous, didn't expect a lovely visit from you today." You said sarcastically, turning your chair to face her. She dropped the shopping bags onto your floor. You lifted a brow in question.

"We're going on a trip!"

"I'm busy." You turned back around to focus on what you were writing.

"It's a fun work one." You twisted your chair around again.

"How do you mean?"

"Day court gala, bonding with people, gaining trust, and all that." She waved it off as if you didn't need to know actual information. You decided you'd ask for details from Rhysand later.

"And you went shopping." You gestured to all of the bags. "like you don't have tons of outfits you could take."

"Well of course I do. These are for you." She grinned.

"W-what?"

"Just because you're supposed to be invisible and all that, doesn't mean you have to be like that all the time." She referred to your job description, being another spy for Rhysand, relying on you being a woman to get information from people Azriel couldn't. Kind of ridiculous considering Azriel's shadows allowed him to get all the information needed but it was an easy enough job. Unlike Az, you didn't have shadows to command so you stuck to your black outfits tunics, and suits that would help you move easily. You never really dressed up, unless it was for an occasion, but you enjoyed doing it when you could. Most of the time you would be on duty or something like it so you couldn't.

This Gala gave you the perfect excuse too. You were thankful to Mor for having bought you these dresses and accessories. You were pretty sure you had worn all the dresses you had in your closet already.

"Yeah, you're right." You gave her a half-smile. Part of you wondered what Azriel's reaction would be to you in one of these revealing dresses. You shook the thought from your head. You would dress for yourself not for some male, even if that male is your mate.

You debated whether to tell Mor or not. She might be able to help you with your internal battle. Part of you was hurt about Cassian not being your mate. Another part always knew that he wasn't, and another part of you wondered how Azriel would react. Did he feel the bond snap into place? Or was it a Feyre-Rhysand situation where the bond would snap into place at another moment? Would he reject you cause you weren't Mor?

You opted to tell Mor at the day court where you would have more space and privacy from the others.

~~~

Helion's words about uniting and bonding were very heartwarming and kind, but you couldn't get past the thoughts that swarmed your mind. You took advantage of this time with everyone listening to Helions welcoming speech and sneakily made your way over to where Mor was standing. You pretended to greet her with a kiss and whispered in her ear to meet you in the room you were staying at.

"Thank the cauldron you came along, Helion was droning on and was about to make me fall asleep." She joked as she sauntered into your room. She paused her amused tone as soon as she saw your face. "You were fine like two minutes ago."

"Glad to know, I'm good at hiding it." You forced a smile. She tilted her head as if to ask you 'what's wrong', so you told her. You told her that Azriel was your mate and how it happened. You told her of your fears of rejection and confusion with your love for Cassian. It was a different love now, you felt it. There was a shift in what you felt towards Cassian and more intense feelings for Azriel. You suspected the bond but you didn't mind it. You then opened up about your insecurity about him rejecting you for her. Which she shut down, though she knew what you meant.

"Mor, Azriel loves you, like I loved Cassian. What if his love for you is stronger and he refuses to let go. We all know the only reason he never went for you is his trouble with his self-worth." Those were harsh words, but they were true. "He could easily reject me for you, knowing you don't love him in that way."

"You don't know that Y/N. And you loved Cassian, probably as much as Azriel loved me. After all this time you spent together, you truly don't think he would have changed the way he feels for me?" She grabbed your hand in hers. "You and Azriel are like two sides of the same coin, he's all dark and brooding and you, well you're the same in some ways. But you bring out the light and you can cast out all of his darkness with a simple smile."

"I don't know." You whispered. You were scared. Your feelings for Azriel already began to grow, without the bond, with it in place now it was strengthened. Your feelings for Cassian was a background noise that would soon grow into a more familial type of love.

"What should I do Mor?" You whimpered, you put your face in your hands. "I feel like a girl with a crush. This is ridiculous."

She laughed and nodded. "Yes, yes it is. On the bright side, if he doesn't know about you being mates, you could still have fun with other people."

You gave her a look. "You forget that he's my designated person to 'have fun' with."

"I didn't know you had a conversation on exclusivity." She shrugged and walked over to the cart that had alcoholic drinks, at the corner of the room.

"Technically we did when we agreed to sleep with each other when we felt like it." You reasoned.

"Hm." She mused, sipping on her drink. "I still say enjoy tonight, dance with a few males, or females, and if you two end up having sex with him again just enjoy the time you have with him."

"Thanks for the talk, Mor."

"Of course darling, by the way, I highly doubt he'll reject you. If he does he's an idiot and I'll kill him." She sent a wink your way and left you in your room to think.

~~~

Azriel watched as you swayed your hips to the beat of the music. A man who he didn't know came up from behind you, keeping up with you. That was the first of many. He felt a twinge of jealousy in his gut. He attempted to force that emotion down. He couldn't understand where that was coming from.

He was keeping watch, even though he always made sure to keep a lookout for danger to his court. Mor and Cassian tried to get him to ease up, he didn't budge. Who would pry Cassian from more liquor when he's had enough to drink if Azriel wasn't sober? He used the excuse of being the only responsible one to keep an eye on her. Y/n, Azriel thought he knew what it was to love someone because of Mor but what Azriel felt for Y/N was different. It felt raw and real and whatever it was, was growing fast. She was easy to talk to, not that he did much of that but she listened, actually listened when he did, and she didn't pry or hover as much as the others. They tend to beat around the bush when wanting to know about what was going on with him. Unlike Y/N who would take her time to make sure he felt comfortable and if, he wasn't, she would change the topic and act normal.

Y/N was a calming presence that allowed him to just be. She brought out another side of him that he thought he could never be.

That's why when he felt a change in the way he saw her dancing with a new guy than the one she was with earlier, it all made sense. She was his mate. He saw red as he practically flew to where they were. The fae males' hands that were roaming your bonds were ripped away from you and he dragged him away. Azriel pinned the man against the wall. People began to stare and talk in hushed whispers, appalled at the sight.

"Never touch my mate, again." He growled. He dug his fingers into the guy's neck.

"I-I didn't know." The man choked out.

"Well, now you do." He muttered, letting the man slump to the ground. He went over to where you were standing, eyes wide. His eyes softened while looking at you. He slowed as he got to you. "Can we talk?"

You nodded your head and began to walk toward an empty hall.

"I'm sorry if I scared you." He kept his voice low but soft. He was afraid, you would want to run away.

"You didn't." You stood there staring at him. You tried to figure him out, to no avail. His face was always stoic. "I- I thought you'd reject me and now I don't know what to do." You confessed.

"You knew?" He tried to recall if you had acted any differently. His shadows had felt the change in your demeanor and set out in whispers when you were rushing him out. He brushed it off, he should've looked more into it. The last thing he wanted to do was to make you feel unwanted or rejected.

"Since yesterday morning." You confirmed. Your anxiety consumed you, you heard of the pain that came along with being rejected by your mate. Some have died from it. Little did you know Azriel was worrying about the same exact thing. Not thinking himself worthy enough of your affection. He allowed himself the pleasure of being in bed with you, assuming it was nothing more and he couldn't get hurt you or be hurt that way. It was a release from another pain you both had the displeasure of feeling.

"I want you to know it is an honor to have you as my mate." He took a step closer.

"Really? Honestly, I thought..." You shook your head. "Nevermind."

He looked confused but let it go, if you wanted to tell him you would. "Guess this means I have to go cook you something." You let out a laugh. He smiled an actual wide beautiful smile. Azriel grabbed your face and kissed you.

It was soon interrupted by a very drunk Mor who shouted, "Finally!"

Cassian was right behind her, "Mor! I forgot where the bathroom was, can y-" He paused looking between you and Azriel. "Oooh getting freaky in the hall, that's new. Hey Y/N if he isn't hitting it right, you know where to find me." He winked at you. Azriel gave him a murderous look, putting his arm in front of you. 'So he's gonna be one of those', you thought.

You couldn't wait till the second part of the mating process.

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[cuddlesslut]

Okay im super excited to do this!!! This is my first Yay!! 🥰🥰 So im going to do head cannons for Oikawa and Kuroo I might come back later and right one for Atsumu but atm I just don't feel like I could right for character and do justice.

Warnings: slight angst, nsfw, light smut, fingering, daddy kink, pet play, unwanted attention, alcohol

The boys reacting to you talking to your ex

This is my first time writing smut so bare with me. Hope this is what you were looking for.💞👉🏻👈🏻💖

Oikawa Toru

okay so you and Oikawa have been dating for a few month

i love my baby boy shittykawa but i feel like he would be pretty insecure when it comes to having a girlfriend. due to past experience.

so after so many mess ups hes really trying his best with you

messaging you sweet texts

eating lunch with you and the team

and just trying to give you as much time as he can

but hes Oikawa and Prelims were coming up so as of recently volleyball practice was the only thing he could really focus on.

you understood and wanted to be there for him to support him but didnt want to distract him with such an important event coming up

that why when you got paired up with your ex for your science project it slipped your mind to tell him

he knew you and your ex ended on mutal terms but he had heard whispers that your ex still had feeling for you.

not that hes gunna tell you that as far  as hes concerned hed rather you and your ex be in as little contact as possible worried that youd fall for your ex again

so when you, Oikawa were sitting having lunch together.

your first alone time together in weeks

and Oikawa saw your phone light of from a text from said ex it was hard for him not to fear the worst

he hadnt been around for you lately he worried

his thoughts started to spiral thinking that maybe because he wasnt present enough in your relationship that you ex might have been there to steal you away.

Brows knit and voice a little stained trying really badly imight add to hide his jealousy

“whys your ex meassaging you about meeting up later” he asked heart aching as he read the message on the screen.

when you see the look on his face you immediately felt bad for not telling him sooner about your project

“oh im sorry babe i forgot to tell you that we were paired together for our science project.’ you say apologized seeing how tense he was. “im sorry i didnt tell you i didnt want to distract you i know you have so much going on right now i wanted you to be able to focus on volleyball” you admitted placing your hand on his arm to reassure him.

you saw hurt and pain flash across his face.

“ Y/n you never have to worry about distracting me,” he said caressing your cheek.

“if anything you are my favorite distraction im so sorry i havent here for you lately. im so sorry ive been such a shit boyfriend I promise to make more time for you please dont leave me.” he stuttered.

this was the most vulnerable you had ever seen Oikawa. worry still stain his beautiful features.

you leaned your head forward your forehead resting against his,

“Toru ,” you coo’ed his eyes flicked up to meet yours. “ babe im not leaving you. im so happy with you. im not upset that our time together is limited right now im just happy to be with you and support you in your passion. I wouldnt have dated you if i couldnt handle your volleyball obsession, i knew what i was getting into when i said yes” you saw him breath a sigh of relief at your short speech.

“you have nothing to worry about Toru my ex has nothing on you shittykawa,” you giggled at the nickname his best friend had taken to calling him

“ heey” he pouted his signature pout before smiling and closing the space between you , pressing his soft lips against yours

your heart fluttered for even the smallest things when it came to him

“i love you,” he whispered against you lips    

 Kuroo Tetsurou

being at a frat party tonight was not your original plans but do to some complaining from your friends here you were wandering around trying to avoid the drunk party goers

you looked around for your friends who you had been separated from.

they were no where to be found ofcourse that figures

making your way to the kitchen cause if you were going to be stuck here you sure as hell werent going to be sober

not planning on being drunk you decided to forgo the shot offered to you instead settling on a mixed drink

you werent a wallflower but this still wasnt your usual scene and with your besties no where to be seen you need to find a place to situate yourself

settling for a seat on the open lounge chair sipping your overly sweet drink

scanning the room you realized that he was here too

standing across the room with a group of friends was none other than Kuroo Tetsurou

he stood tall among the party goers even leaning against the wall his head full of bed hair was more than recognizable he wore a pair of black jeans with a black t shirt that clung tight to his chest his arms crossed his strong arms on full display

even from where you were sited you could see the veins in his arms that always made you want to drool

continuing your gawking you eyes made their way up only to catch his staring straight into yours

it seems like you weren't the only one checking the other out

his signature smirk made your breath hitch just a little to yourself.

god this man. for the chemistry nerd you knew him to be he sure was cocky

you and Kuroo werent dating by any means you didnt fool yourself into think what you had with the science major was anymore than just two stressed students having fun

looking him up and down you bite your lip thinking back to one of your most recent hook ups

you think about going up to of the many bathrooms to send him some incentive to ditch this party and head back to his

yet as fate would have it before you could make your move your thought were interrupted

“long time time no see” you glance up at the man standing in front of you

you groaned internally as your ex slid next to you on the lounge slinging his arm behind you hand resting on your shoulder.

you rolled your eyes in irritation trying to remember how you ever fell for such a douchebag

even from across the room Kuroo could see how uncomfortable you looked. and honestly he didnt like the way your ex acted so comfortable with you

he didnt enjoy how close he leaned into to you or the way his eyes looked like they were undressing you

you may not be dating but Kuroo did not like sharing

the final straw was when your ex placed his hand on your bare knee and started trying to inch his hand closer to the hem of your short skirt

you grabbed his hand to stop him not wanting to try and take this any farther

“c’mon babe,” he groaned drunkly “ we both know you could use some good dick”

you rolled your eyes about to interject when you were cut off before you could even protest

“i couldnt agree more,” Kuroo smirked pulling you into his arms

“what do you say kitten,” he said moving his hand to grab your hip hand slipping down to grab your ass making you hitch your breath

“better luck next time dude,” Kuroo laughed pulling you away

Kuroo pulled you into one of the empty rooms locking the door behind him

“ now kitten what am i going to do with you,’ he said pushing you into the bed his breath hitting your neck sending shivers down your spine

his hands making their way up to your cheek pulling you into a searing kiss

you felt like the air was being sucked out of your lungs

you felt drunk on lust as he nipped at your bottom lip

“im sorry daddy,” you squeaked feeling his hand slip under your skirt just barley tracing his fingers were you need him most

you felt the heat in the pit of your stomach as he moved one his slender finger along your soaked panties

“please let me make it up to you,” you said slyly feeling a little more embolden from the drink you had nursed

you moved your hand down his toned stomach your fingers catching on the buttons of his jeans

his hand caught yours pinning both of you hands above your head his breath hot on your neck

“now now now ,” he breathed sucking a bruise on your neck causing you to arch into him

still holding you hand in one hand he snaked his free hand down pushing you panties to the side slide two finger between your wet fold

“ what kind of daddy would i be if i didnt take care of my kitten,” he whispered in his husky voice before he slid index finger into you heat.  

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Okay im going to apologize if there's any grammatical errors im so sorry 🌸💐

I had so much fun writing this!!!

And like always 🥰🥰🥰

Request are OPEN 💞

@starboybokuto-recs

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Title: It's A Christmas Threesome, I Mean A Miracle

Picture done my me.

My Secret Santa Story goes to The Amazing, wonderful and Brilliant minded Joey @chriscrosscerulli. I hope you enjoy it. Sorry for the tease 😉😂 Merry Christmas babydoll❤❤

Merry Christmas everyone!

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Ricky and you were throwing the biggest and craziest Christmas this year. He wanted to do stuff he's never done before. The house was all decorated in red and black. Lights shined through out the neighborhood, you could probably see the house from outer space but that's what Ricky wanted.

The party was in full swing, dancing and singing Christmas carols. Getting a little to tipsy for everyone. Ryan and Vinny stood on the top of the stairs shimming their bodies and singing Santa baby. It was priceless. Everyone caught it on camera.

Going to get something to drink you bumped into Justin who had a plate of food. His green hair all slicked back looking rather handsome.

"Oh I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention my eyes were a little preoccupied". You nodded to the stairs. Ryan and Vinny shaking their butts with a finger in their mouths. They had way to much to drink and maybe some weed was introduced.

"That's okay. I've been meaning to talk to you but haven't gotten the chance with you running around".

"Really? I mean what do you need to talk to me about"? You asked confused. Yeah you been around the band like forever but you weren't as close to Justin as you were the others.

"Yeah, grab Ricky and meet me at the bathroom. I have to pee but you'll probably find him before I get done". He said placing his plate on the nearest table. Your eyes went wide. What the actual fuck it going on? You asked yourself.

Finding Ricky as he was taking pictures of Ryan and Vinny, you grabbed him by the arm and walked down the hall.

"These are so going on Instagram". He laughed as he watched a video of the guys singing and dancing. He quickly looked up and stopped walking.

"What are we doing back here"?

"Justin told me to grab you and come to the bathroom". You shrugged your shoulders.

"Ahh okay. Yeah I know what this is about". He said smirking like a fool. You rolled your eyes and waited for Justin to come out. Ricky was showing you pictures he took at the party when the door opened and out came Justin in nothing but a red Santa hat with a white cotton ball on the end covering his dick, semi hard dick to be exact.

"Oh Sweet Jesus Justin. Where the fuck are your clothes". You shielded your eyes. Ricky laughing.

"You haven't told her? Is she going to be okay with this"? You heard Justin ask Ricky.

"Y/N, look at me". Ricky pulled your hands away from your face, grabbing your chin making you look at him.

"Justin and I have been talking, we wanted you to have a very Merry Christmas so we decided to give you the opportunity to fuck both of us".

"Surprise it's a Christmas threesome". Justin giggled. Your mouth dropped, you were confused and kinda ready for this to happen but what was the catch. You thought.

"And"?

"And what? We're going to have a threesome for your Christmas present. Justin's wrapped and everything".

"What does this mean for you and I"?

"We're still together baby. This is just a one time thing but if you like it so much maybe we can do it every holiday if Justin's up for it? But we'll see".

"I must be dreaming? This is not happening". You blushed bringing your hands to your face.

"It is if you want it too. We're all ready for you".

"What about everybody down the hall"?

"They can party til they drop, I don't care. We'll have a party of our own in the bedroom. So you in"? Ricky asked, Justin waiting for your answer.

"Yeah, I'm so in". You bit your lip nervously. Ricky taking one hand and just taking the other leading you into the bedroom. The room was littered with candles, the smell of vanilla filled the room. They both knew you'd say yes.

"I can't believe I'm doing this".

"Relax and let us take care of you". Justin whispered in your ear as he unzipped your dress from the back. Ricky sat his camera down on the dresser. The little red light on.

"Rick, you forgot to turn it off".

"Oh, um you okay with me recording this? Its kind of a Christmas present for Justin so you know he can remember"?

"Okay. That's cool I guess". You giggled as Justin started kissing your neck, moving your hair to the other side so he could get a good angle. Probably trying to get at your sweet spot that Ricky told him about.

Ricky started undressing, first went his jacket then the shirt and pants but he kept the tie on. He watched at you moaned grabbing Justin's head to keep him in place for a longer neck kiss.

"You just going to stand there and watch or are you going to join us"? You purred.

"You don't have to tell me twice to find out if I'm naughty or nice". Ricky sang as he walked over to you, his hands going to your hips, his lips going to your breast. Justin unhooked your bra, the straps falling down your arms and down to the floor. Ricky nipped at your nipple. While Justin's hand traveled down your stomach to the edge of your waistband of your underwear. His hand snaked in and rubbed over your core, the action made you jump at first. You weren't use to having  two sets on hands on you at once. But you relaxed against him, his touch became all you wanted, he ran his middle finger through your slit feeling your clit and slowly rubbing over it. Gathering your juices to enter you. You gasped at the sudden fullness. Ricky and Justin both chuckled, Justin removing his hand bringing it to his mouth.

"You're very wet". Justin spoke seductively licking his fingers.

"Oh she's just getting started. By the end of the night she'll be a water fall gushing". Ricky smirked, taking your hand and leading you to the bed. He pushed you on, you got on your knees and hands. Ass in the air. Justin and Ricky looked at each other nodding than to you licking their lips. Taking their hand and slapping a ass cheek each.

"She's been a very naughty girl, this year". Ricky came up behind you sliding your underwear down your legs helping you out of them and stepping back. Enjoying the view before him. The warm air hit your core, your juices made you glisten in the candle light..

"So how do you want to play with our little gift here"? Justin asked rubbing his hands.

"Rock, paper scissors"?

"You guys are not playing that to see who fucks me. Why dont we do the alphabet. Justin with my mouth. Ricky with my pussy"?

"That good with you"?

"Fine with me". Justin shrugged his shoulders, climbing on the bed getting in front of you. The Santa hat still hanging on but you could tell he was stiff as a board. Ricky came up behind you, you felt his cock graze your lips.

"If you start feeling overwhelmed we can stop at anytime". Ricky rubbed your hips.

"I'm good. Let's get started". You giggled, pulling off Justin's little Santa hat revealing a very big surprise. He was a little bigger and thicker than Ricky and a lot veinie. You're glad Ricky chose him.

Ricky lined himself up and eased into you. Moaning as he did you grabbed Justin's cock, taking the tip of your tongue running it along and sucking on the head. Justin's head fell back, his mouth opened. His hands went to your hair, pulling it up and grabbing a hand full.

Ricky grabbed your hips, thrusting rough and deep. God you loved his cock, it was like a blood hound finding your hiding place to make you go crazy as he pounded into you.

"Fuck Ricky". You mumbled as you gagged on Justin's dick. Drool dripped down your chin and down Justin's length.

"Damn, Y/N". Justin growled as he fucked your throat, he held on to your head. Ricky laughed, he's never see you this excited about something like this before. He was trying his best to stay inside you. It was like a slip n slide in you, you were so wet.

"You wanna switch"? Ricky asked Justin, who had the face of Holy shit I'm about to come.

Justin nodded, pulling out and breathing heavy. You groaned at the lost of contact.

"Dont worry. Theres more coming, the night is still young". Ricky kissed your forehead with a wink.

"Are you ready"? Justin asked before lining himself up.

"Wait, don't we need a condom"? You asked sitting down on the bed.

"Well you're on the pill and Justin's been checked, I made sure of that. So it's up to you".

"Would you be mad if I wanted him raw"?

"No, if that's what you want then you can have it". Ricky said with a smile and nodded to Justin who roughly pulled you up and threw you on your back. He got between your legs and roughly entered you. Your legs being thrown over his shoulders.

Ricky watched as you were being fucked, you worked his cock with your hands. He would pinch your nipple ever time he saw your stomach clench. He knew you were close.

You popped Rickys cock in your mouth sucking your juices off.

"You gonna come on Justin's dick"? Ricky purred as he bent down removing his dick from your mouth and kissed you.

"Can I baby, please"? Your legs began to tremble on Justin's shoulders.

"Come, show Justin what you can do". Ricky ran his hand down your chest to your clit. Giving you extra friction to add to your orgasm.

Justin pounded into you deep and hard. If he went any deeper he would pop out your belly button.

"Oh fuck". You screamed as you came. The room started spinning and Justin stayed still inside you as your orgasm exploded. Ricky still circled your clit, you clawed his arm, the air was knocked out of you. Justin growled as you clenched around him. You were starting to send him over the edge.

"Holy shit". You shook coming down from the after wave. Ricky and Justin whistled as you laid there panting, covered in sweat trying to slow you fast beating heart.

"That was the sexiest thing I think I have ever seen". Justin rubbed your legs.

"How is she down there"? Rickys question made Justin smirk as he looked down. He was covered in your juices, the carpet was wet and the bed.

"Clean up on aisle one. Holy fuck". Justin cackled as Ricky kissed you passionately.

"You okay"?

"I'm perfect". You said with droopy eyes.

"I think you wore her out".

"Sorry". Justin frowned.

"We can continue if you want? You guys didn't get to come. I can go another round". You said sleepily.

"You should sleep. We'll finish this after you rest, don't worry. I need to make sure these fuckers haven't burned my house down and I need to make an appearance. They probably thinking we left them". Ricky kissed your head as you slipped into sleep. "I love you".

"I'll get my clothes". Justin covered his dick with his hand and went to the bathroom to get dressed.

Ricky checked the camera and stopped recording. He wanted you to rest up and sleep. The night wasn't over, just a little pause in the night of fun. Rickys the best present giver.

Justin and Ricky went back to the party like nothing happened just a little more sweatier and a little tired. It was a couple hours you got up and went back to the party. Ricky wrapped you into a hug, exchanging glances with Justin across the room.

"So Y/N, what did Ricky get you for Christmas"? Chris asked, noticing the glow on you.

"A once in a lifetime experience". You smiled at Ricky.

"Is that so? Is that experience still happening"?

"Hopefully, we continue it tonight".

"Anything you want, we'll do". Justin chuckled with a smirk as he heard Rickys answer. Ricky pecked your lips sweetly.

[phobiadeficient]

It Demo loving hours again✊😔💘. Scout talks like he is the Fuc-king boss, but when he n demo are gonna fuck, he admits hes a total virgin who hadnt even kissed no one yet, n he feels self conscious af and nervous cuz he rlly rlly rlly wants to do it but he dont wanna mess up and make a fool of himself. But Demo is Demo and the fucc is👌👌Oh and he discovers he likes Demo biting n nibling his sensitive spots, such as neck, ears thighs, even his wrists are sensible, and he feels in paradise™💘🐑

(packing the entirety of Expiration Date into a crate and nailing it shut) coming right up my dude

(no warnings)

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“Never?”

“Never.”

“...As in never?”

“Fuckin’ never, Cyclops, jeez, how many times do I gotta say it?” Scout blustered, curling up a bit in his embarrassment, starting to pick at some loose stitch of the worn quilt he had as his blanket.

“I... I’m just surprised is all, lad,” Demo admitted, blinking, settling back as he processed the new information. “Thought... the way you tend to talk and all—“

“Fuckin’ duh, if any of the guys knew I was... not, y’know, experienced or whatever, they’d poke fun even more than they already do. I’d get eaten alive out there,” he mumbled, eyes falling.

Demo considered that. To be honest, he’d thought that Scout was probably exaggerating the number of people he tended to sleep with. That was what Scout did with so many other things—he talked a big game and tried to act more confident than he really was in a sort of “fake it ’til you make it” kind of way. That, combined with the way Scout immediately stumbled over his words when asked for any amount of detail, and the way he went red and flustered at the more raunchy jokes Demo and some of the rest of the team tended to make during the rowdier hours of the weekend, made Demo think maybe Scout was all lime, no tequila.

But Scout was also a fairly handsome young man in his prime. He figured at least someone would’ve fallen for that before him.

“Well…” Demo trailed hesitantly when the silence stretched a second too long and Scout started fidgeting. “…what all have you done?”

Scout’s face was going a bit red. He fiddled with his dog tags. “Dated some girls in high school, and, y’know, holding’ hands and bein’ cute and all, I… I’ve gotten little pecks on the cheek or whatever, but, but I barely count that as anything, y’know?”

Demo stared at him. “…Doll, you’re telling me you’d never kissed anyone before me?” he asked, shocked. He ran some mental math, scoured his memory. That meant that Scout had kissed someone four times in his entire life total, including a few moments previously. All chaste and quick and sweet.

Scout hid in his hat.

Demo considered that. “…Why? Why haven’t you?” he asked next.

“I just… I dunno, I, I put way too much stock in that kinda romantic bullshit and I just, I never had the balls to make the first move with anyone, and with kissin’ and—and anything else—I just…” Scout was red up to his ears. “…I wanted it to be special or whatever which is the girliest horseshit—“

Demo cut him off by taking and squeezing his hand, thinking hard on what to say. When he spoke, he worked hard to keep his tone gentle. “…So you want to do all that with me?” he asked, just for clarification.

Scout nodded.

Demo squeezed his hand again, laughing a little. “Well I’d be bloody honored,” he said, flicked the brim of the hat out of Scout’s face to get a look at him, to give him a reassuring smile. “Any idea what you’d…?”

“I… I dunno,” Scout murmured, visibly embarrassed by it, not quite able to hold eye contact. “I… what do people… usually do?”

“Well, you’d bloody, er, start with kissing usually, aye?” Demo suggested, pulling gently on Scout’s hand and guiding him forward, practically into his lap, and let Scout be the one to lean forward and close the distance.

He situated his back comfortably against the wall, and Scout did end up settling into his lap, relaxing slowly but surely over the course of long, unhurried minutes of kissing. Demo largely took control of things—partially because Scout was so nervous about making a fool of himself, he was sure. And he guided Scout through it as gently as he could, coaxed him into opening his mouth—minty, enough that Demo was sure he’d brushed his teeth just before Demo arrived, which was oddly flattering—and into letting Demo play with him. Nipping gently as his lip, making Scout’s breath hitch.

And when Scout had to pull back for air, starting to get overwhelmed, Demo shifted his focus, tilting his head to nip at Scout’s neck, light enough that it surely didn’t hurt in the slightest, just a new sensation that Scout had apparently never tried before. And his breath continued to hitch, and he started choking back little noises as Demo found a nice place further down his neck near his shoulder that would be covered by his uniform shirt and gave him a hickey.

Scout whimpered, and it felt so very incredibly good, the sound washing through him as satisfyingly as a cool breeze on a hot and humid day.

He tried to keep in mind that nobody had ever done these things with Scout before, and tried to show him all sorts of tricks he probably didn’t know. He showed Scout all sorts of sensitive places to kiss and nibble at—his neck, his earlobes, his wrists and the inside of his elbow—and drank in the noises he made, reveled in each reaction and tried to commit them to memory. His kisses were joined soon enough by touches, slipping his hands up beneath Scout’s shirt to meet bare skin, tracing slow lines against the very lean muscle of his lower back and stomach, one questing so far as to reach his chest to tweak at either nipple.

Scout jolted outright, gasped, moaned softly when he did it a second time, and lord, he was gorgeous.

And Tavish DeGroot had not been raised to keep quiet about exactly what he was thinking, so he said so, murmured against his cheek how gorgeous he was, how lovely he looked like this. And Scout practically trembled with it, clinging to Demo’s shoulders, eyes pressed shut tight and face bright red, flustered beyond bravado. And Demo couldn’t help but kiss him again, and again, and Scout kissed back, sloppy and unpracticed but earnest in every way, desperate, and it was as lovely as it was clumsy—more, even.

And when he pulled back he caught Scout by the chin before he could try and hide again, stroking down his hip to grip at his thigh like a promise. And he started to talk—oh, how he started to talk.

“Lovely, doll,” he murmured, eyes lingering on every detail of Scout’s face. “You’re a damn sight, ya ken. Lovely, lovely thing. Like getting pampered a bit, aye? Getting kissed at?”

Scout seemed torn between desperate and nervous, between leaning in and looking away, slightly overwhelmed but needy all the same. “Yeah,” he admitted anyways.

Demo shifted his hold on Scout’s thigh, thumb migrating nearly to his inseam, pressing gently and making a muscle in Scout’s thigh jump beneath his palm. “Ought to let me make a night of it, one of these days,” he mused, stroking at the underside of Scout’s chin and absorbing the way his lashes fluttered. “Just let me lie you out and kiss you all over. See how flustered I can get you before you beg for more. Won’t take much, I think. Haven’t even gotten your shirt off and you’re practically there.”

Scout’s expression shifted towards embarrassment, and he made an earnest attempt to look away, but Demo stopped him with a deep, long kiss, only pulled back when he’d coaxed out another little whimper.

“And that’s lovely too,” he said, hardly above a whisper, and Scout practically sobbed, leaning in towards him, grip tightening.

“Demo, please, fuck, how long are you gonna tease me?” he asked, distressed.

“You want me to touch you, doll?” he asked, direct and outright.

“Yes, fuck, yes, I want you to fucking touch me, c’mon—“ was as far as Scout could get before Demo had worked the button of his pants open and slipped a hand inside.

“Och,” Demo tutted, even as Scout’s hips jerked. “Look at you, you’re all atwitter.”

It really did surprise him a little how riled up Scout already was, but he reminded himself that he tended to have a considerable impact on people who weren’t virgins, and that it really wasn’t that surprising. And he realized within a moment’s thought that Scout surely wouldn’t last all that long, but that was alright—they’d have time to do more later.

And he was right—he didn’t even properly have time to get Scout’s pants down before his hips were jerking more insistently into Demo’s hand and he was yelping, spilling, throbbing under his palm and making sweet little whimpery noises as he returned to earth. 

And then he was hiding, choking out apologies, because fuck, they barely did anything, he hadn’t even gotten to really touch Demo yet, and no time was wasted to start shushing him, showering him in assurances that it was alright, it was fine, he’d have plenty of time to learn, to build up endurance, all of that. They could take things slow. And hey, maybe they could talk more about it in the shower—Scout should really change his pants.

And they did talk in the shower, alongside other things. And Demo looked forward to making good on all his promises.

[zayashmaya]

Gods and Monsters - 1- Carmen.

Lanque Bombyx x Reader; NSFW 

You've finally lost your innocence. Do you still get to keep your soul?

Did you have it to begin with?

(hopefully part one of a series if i dont get lazy)

Darling, darling, doesn't have a problem Lying to herself 'cause her liquor's top shelf It's alarming honestly how charming she can be Fooling everyone, telling them she's having fun

- Lana Del Rey 

In retrospect, you should have known better.

Of all the Alternians you had crossed paths with, you had a sneaking suspicion that Lanque was one of the most dangerous. You sensed his volatile capriciousness the instant he had set eyes on you after tossing away Lynera like a rag doll.

And you knew he would do the same to you — except you currently found yourself pressed up against a door with your legs wrapped around his slender waist, and when he nipped your lower lip and dipped his tongue into your open mouth, digging his perfectly manicured claws into your thighs, you found yourself unwilling to complain.

Your fingers tangled themselves into his short hair, marveling at how soft and sleek it felt in stark contrast to the solid obstruction of his horns. He jolted ever so slightly as you accidentally grazed the base of a horn, and unsure of whether or not that had been in warning or anticipation, you decided to test the boundaries by gently trailing your fingertips along the sloped curve. The sharp tip dug into the back of your hand, but you welcomed the pain.

You were rewarded with a rumbling purr against your lips. Victory was doused in short order when he pulled away to look at your flustered state, his facade stubbornly pristine compared to your flushed cheeks and graceless panting. You wanted him to steal your breath again.

“How badly do you Want this, babe?” he teasingly asked, unashamedly grinning at your frustrated expression.

A shiver shot down your spine at the sound of his nickname for you, but you would not let him win. You ground your hips against his in answer, hoping that the nuanced signal transcended species and told him to hurry the fuck up.

He hummed and curled his hands beneath your ass, matching your movement with a slow, deliberate thrust as you loosened his shirt from his shoulders, smoothing your heated touch along his exposed sinewy chest. A flash of green at his sides nearly stole your attention before you found yourself shoved roughly against the door. You gasped as he angled his head to latch onto your neck with a sucking kiss, all teeth and tongue and fangs that dared to draw blood, and you could not help the desperate moan that escaped you.

The seat of your panties was completely soaked by now. You prayed to the mirthful Messiahs that Lanque had something to fill you up in all the ways that counted, and suddenly your rash decision hit you like a ton of bricks. How were you planning to make this work without understanding troll anatomy?

It seemed Lanque was too far gone to consider this point. Somehow your bra had been unclipped during your panicked rumination, and you arched your back when he pinched your nipple and circled it with the pad of his thumb. You sneaked a quick look at him to see whether he was put off by your alien features, but he caught you in the act and hid his face in your neck once more.

Lower and lower his lips travelled, licking a trail down your pulse and across an exposed shoulder as your cape slid down your body. Lanque released his hold on your legs and pressed his hands against your abdomen, his fingers instinctively curling around your sides as though in search of something. You flinched and giggled at the ticklish sensation, meekly looking down at his inscrutable expression as he narrowed his eyes up at you.

“You’re cute when you pout,” you innocently remarked.

His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before pursing his lips and swiftly moving his hands down your hips to drag your shorts and stockings down in one go. You braced yourself against the door and stepped out of the clothing pile to toe off your shoes, shyly spreading your legs as his touch trailed teasingly closer to the edge of your panties.

Lanque kneeling before you with hooded eyes and a cocky grin was a sight to behold. You were sure he was ready to jump straight to the goal of the evening with how he stared at you, but he continued his maddening kisses along your abdomen and skirting your clothed crotch to nip at your quivering thighs.  

It was driving you mad. You caressed his horns with all the finesse you could muster in your sensitized state and canted your hips towards him, earning you a chuckle and a chastising bite to your inner thigh. A part of you wondered if he was taking this long because he was reluctant find out what lurked behind your underwear, but that thought was immediately stamped down as you felt him curl a finger into the band at your waist and finally tug the last bit of clothing down, and of course he would do it as slowly as he possibly could, just to get a rise out of you.

You were finally completely bare, shivering lightly from the exposed air as Lanque regarded you with clinical curiosity.

“Hmm.” He brazenly trailed a finger through your wet folds. “And What am I supposed to do With this?”

Damn. Straight to the point. You nervously shuffled in place and decided to simply show him, leading his slick finger to your clit and moved it in tight circular motions. “This is where it feels the best,” you explained with a quiver in your voice, and you ignored his unimpressed stare as you moved his finger down to slip into your cunt. “And this is where … you know.”

“Ah!” Lanque instantly perked up, adding a second finger as he pumped them in unison. “Perhaps We are not quite so different after all,” he mused, holding your hips still to prevent you from grinding into his touch while those maddeningly long digits entered you to the last knuckle.

You were torn between wanting to watch him and closing your eyes from pleasure. “Lanque," you whimpered, and bit your lip at the slip-up. He smirked at your loss of self control and pulled out his fingers, examining the slickness left behind.

And when he held your stare as he licked his fingers clean, your last shred of decency finally snapped. Lanque was still wearing far too much clothing, you decided, and you pushed him back onto the carpeted floor to straddle his waist as he let out an undignified yelp. He looked disarmingly attractive whenever he lost his composure, just as he had on the dance floor when Bronya appeared, but you had the sneaking suspicion that pointing out his moments of weakness would only rile him up.

You tossed your thought aside and sought out his lips for more blackberry flavored kisses. He indulged your demands with ease, letting your tongue to tangle with his as he wrapped his arms around you. But you were far past simple kissing now. You abruptly ended the kiss and continued your exploration down his chest while he folded his arms behind his head and lazily watched you.

Green reappeared at the edge of your vision when you reached the top of his pants. You paused and leaned up a bit, curiously noting the twin pair of jade streaks at either side of his lower torso. “Grub scars,” he briskly explained, rolling his hips up in impatience. Clearly, this was not going to be a learning experience for you.

That’s fine, you thought. You were feeling rather restless yourself, and with that thought fueling your renewed determination, you helped him out of the rest of his clothing and settled atop him once more, eager to ride some alien dick for the first time in your life.

Except nothing made sense down there. What the hell were you looking at? No alien dick in sight.

Lanque was waiting for your next move, and damn did that cold silence unnerve you and remind you of your inadequacies. You felt your spirits falter and whither.

“You really don’t knoW What you’re doing, do you?” You stuttered under the weight of his sharp, judgmental stare. He allowed you to flounder in your embarrassment for a moment longer before sighing, and you were suddenly face to face with a deceptively saccharine smile as he brought you down for a rough kiss.

He pulled away from you to breathe. “I — I’m sor — “ you began, and ended in a startled gasp as you found yourself flipped over to lay sprawled over the rug, with Lanque straddling your hips and leaning over you.

He cupped your cheek and pressed a thumb over your lips. “No need for that,” he cooed. “The fault is mine, for having been presumptuous. After all, I’d imagine you Wouldn’t find many suitors, looking the Way you do …”

You bristled at that. This guy really had a gift for landing low blows at inopportune moments, didn’t he?

Whether Lanque sensed your discomfort or not, you did not know. But having his full weight pressed against your overheated body offered you far more bliss than winning an argument could offer, and you decided to let his snide remark slide for now.

One of his hands grasped the back of your knee to lift your leg a little higher. You obediently endured his manhandling, captivated by his half-sneer, half-smile. So lost in admiration were you that you were entirely thrown off by the feeling of something cold and wet and thick slide between your folds, giving you just the right amount of stimulation against your clit as you arched your back and moaned.

“Are you ready for me, darling?” Lanque asked, and it didn’t matter how sarcastically he said that damn nickname because yes you were beyond ready, canting your hips in anticipation and seeking out more of that strange texture until he entered you with a single, powerful thrust.

Oh. Oh, that felt —

God, you haven’t ever felt this full.

Your mouth parted in a silent gasp as Lanque hilted himself inside you, and a small part of you thrilled at the state of him — quivering and grasping onto you, breath quickened and eyes shut tight, and those sharp fangs digging into his bottom lip so harshly that you thought he might draw blood. You smoothed your hands down his sides and accidentally grazed the grub scars, startling Lanque out of his momentary trance. If you focused hard enough through the dim light, you could see his black pupils constricted like a wild feline, dangerous and staring right at you.

“I didn’t think you Would be so damn burning hot," he rasped, and — and — what the fuck, you feel him wriggling inside you —

No time to think. Lanque was on you in seconds, pressing you into the floor as his hand dug into the back of your thigh while he began his experimental thrusts, rolling his hips in purposeful strokes and bottoming out with each motion. Your head fell back in defeat, unable to watch any further; not when he was fucking you so thoroughly, dragging out shameless moans and shaky sighs from you.

It hurt, if you were being honest with yourself. He was long and wide at the base, and certain angles had you wincing and shrinking back in pain. But Lanque was none the wiser, or he simply did not care — that wicked mouth swallowed your cries, wet and sloppy and formless in the heat of the moment. Your hands had tangled themselves in his hair, and for one brief instant you thought you smelled a flowery scent that had not been there before, but it was gone in a flash when Lanque angled a particular thrust upward and you were seeing stars, it felt so fucking good despite the pain.

Belatedly, you realized you had tugged on his hair a little too hard in response, but the strange sound it elicited from him — a sort of half cry, half moan — sent a wave of pleasure throughout your body. You loosened your grip and carded your fingers through the black locks, and you were sure he did not like that, perhaps it was a little too intimate for his taste, because he roughly grabbed your wrists and pinned them over your head with a low growl.

The lewd sound of wetness and ragged breathing drowned out the distant party music. For a brief moment you were reminded of your predicament — getting railed by an alien stranger in the same house where you nearly died — and as Lanque buried his face against your neck to stifle his cries, you wondered to yourself … how did you get to this point?

The old you would never have agreed to this, friendship or not. You would have followed after Lynera to comfort her, or at the very least, you would have tried to keep her away from the mature themes of party life. Some friend you were.

But perhaps the night was still salvageable. After all, you were getting rather … friendly with this handsome young man currently moving his bulge within you in the strangest sort of movement that would have been impossible for humans. He was oddly silent now, compared to his chattier demeanor a short while ago.

He’s using you, a quiet voice filtered through your head, taunting and warning you all at once. Just like all the rest. You’re a puppet, can’t you see that?

A sharp stab of worry pierced through your hazy lust.

No. No!

You wrapped yourself around Lanque, legs tight against his hips and arms dragging him close enough to cross the remaining distance between your bodies. His cool touch was soothing to your overheated skin. Your hand trailed upward and curved along the back of his neck, and you thoughtlessly nuzzled against his temple.

Please don’t let this be a bad ending — 

Fuck. You might have said that out loud.

It disarmed him. His hips stilled for the briefest of moments, and pressed as his face was into the crook of your neck, you could feel his jaw clench, razor-sharp teeth so dangerously close to your exposed skin. One wrong move and he could spill your filthy blood, the sin of your species and the sin of your clumsy mouth that never ceased to say the wrong words.

Lanque tore away from your embrace and held your hands above your head once more, redoubling his efforts to pound into you so harshly that you simply could not speak, could not beg him for more, for him to touch your clit because you’re so damn close now —

“Let me tell you a little secret,” Lanque snarled low, baring his fangs at you. “There is no happy ending on this miserable planet.” You could feel his bulge writhing erratically inside you, the tension in his muscles locking you in place as he took control, and you attempted to squeak out a response in vain except he had already turned away from you, squeezing your wrists so tightly you whimpered in pain as he shakily murmured, ”Not for any of us."

Just a little bit more. That’s all you needed, just a little bit more. But to your unbridled dismay, a flood of liquid heat suddenly gushed all over your inner thighs as Lanque pulled out with a quiet hiss. The startling empty feeling between your legs combined with the ache of denied release nearly doused your arousal altogether if not for the fact that Lanque was staring at his mess with an air of curiosity.

Could you anticipate a round two? Trolls had an extraordinary stamina, after all. You were quite ready and willing, too.

Except Lanque wordlessly removed himself from you entirely with an air of composed finality. You clumsily leaned up to look at the jade-colored genetic material he smeared all over you — and none on himself, you noticed — and willed away the stammering of your heart.

He did not even acknowledge you as he redressed. Your burning arousal simmered down with each unnerving minute of silence. Shame was starting to rear its ugly head, until you remembered with sudden clarity why you had ended up like this in the first place.

Friendship. Because that’s what mattered in the end, right? That’s your happy ending.

Lanque proceded to crush that naive narrative with his signature ruthlessness.

You should have known better.

And then he was gone without so much as a backwards glance. You fought back the sting of tears and shakily reached for your cape, wiping away the genetic material clinging to your skin and desperately trying to remove its evidence from Ardata’s carpet, lest she throw you into her red room for ruining her property.

You could not stop the disappointment welling up in your weary heart. It was a familiar feeling by now for some odd reason, as though you had felt the pain of lost friendship over and over and over again —

Before you could wander down that spiraling road of self-hatred, all of your bitterness crumbled away like sand.

What were you so upset about, you wondered to yourself as you struggled to stand.

What was the point of getting worked up over this? All of your lamentations meant nothing — they could not change the past, and they certainly would not move the future. You were a puppet to a warped narrative, and you would relive your guilt over and over again.

You will persist, and you will continue. You will, because you want to.

Because you have to. 

[xroguex1027]

Not even drabble just don't want to forget

As we leave the rowdy raven I notice Julian seems a little unsteady, even a little green, he only had five salty bitters he shouldn't be struggling this much should he?

Option:

You dont look so good?

Are you feeling all right?

A. What a shame I thoufht these boots Realy complemented this cape.

B. Huh what? Oh yes I'm fine. Just uhh a bit woozy. Must be from all the rowdiness

A. You know what I mean Ilya

B. Lets get you home so you can lie down.

A. Um er yes I do. I suppose I'm little dizzier than usual. Maybe Barth slipped me something eh?

B. Realy I'm fine, nothing to worry about see?

He slips slightly catching himself on the wall for balance. He winces unsteadily lifting a finger to indicate he needs a moment. Once he launches himself back onto his feet he nearly collapses into me. I can feel his forehead burning.

Actualy maybe you're right. Maybe I better lie down. For a...minute...

His eyes search my face dizzily. For a moment he looks like he is gonna be sick to his stomach. Instinctively I reach out to brace him as he colapses with a low groan.

Julian...?

He's unresponsive, limp in my arms, beads of sweat are gathering around his forehead.

I shake him, frantically, I can feel my heart in my stomach as I try slapping his cheek desperate to bring him back to consciousness.

A. Call for help

B. Find a safe place

A. I feel like a fool. Cradling him awkwardly against my chest as I draw in a deep breath

Help!!!!

But there is no answer.

Come on Ilya, stay with me.

Suddenly I feel a familiar touch.

Squeeze!

Faust slithers past my knee. We must not be as far from the shop as I thought. Where is Asra? I can feel his presence some how. Reaching out to me. Did he hear my cry for help?

Faust coils around his wrist squeezing gently.

Not now Faust.

Help?

Despite my objection she continues to tighten around his wrist. Her head bobs steadily up and down and I realise she is counting his pulse.

Something Asra taught me whispers in the back of my mind. A healing spell, no permanent effects but it can eliviate weakness temporarily.

Faust grips one of his wrists, I grip the other and place my hand over his chest. I close my eyes trying to focus on the feel of his heart beat under my fingertips. Suddenly I feel a warm cool light spreading down his wrist into his elbows, across his chest and through his other arm. The light grows more intense every time he takes a he breath. Finaly the gentle glow fades away and he is still.

Gasping, Julian bolts up right holding his head. He is coughing so violently he has to roll over onto his hands and knees.

He clutches his abdomen wincing as he comes back to a standing position.

When he is done he colapses against me with a feeble groan.

"Keep an eye out for a lung over there, I may have lost one."

"We need to get you to Mazalinkas."

"Nonsense I'm fine. I mean I wouldn't get to close. Infact maybe take a few steps back."

"Julian..."

"Wouldnt want you catching a cold my dear."

"Julian, we both know that's not what this is."

B. I can't just leave him here in the middle of the street. But he's heavy, difficult to lift. I manage to lift his limp torso. His heals drag along the ground.

The garden with it's deadly starstrand glows pale in the darkness. I sneak through the gate into the garden and lean Julian down on the stone bench. His arms hang limp and exhausted at his side.

Suddenly overhead I hear something shuffling in the tree branches.

Malak: Caw! Caw!

Malak?

He lands on Julian's chest nibbling at his shirt colar.

I don't know what to do Malak, I say in a broken voice.

He's scarring me.

Malak tilts his head at me. Then returns to Julian's shirt collar. He's pecking frantically and in his panic he nips Julian's ear.

Julian: Ouch!

He sits up too fast and grasps at his head. A wave of dizziness passes over his face and he has to close his eyes.

Ughh what was in those bitters?

He lays back down still grasping his achy head. I reach out to brush the back of my hand against his hair. He rolls over on his side and pulls his knees into his chest. I notice he is trembling. Eyes squeased shut through the pain. He presses his cheek against my palm breathing through his teeth.

"Hey. You okay?"

Julian opens his eyes, exhausted, and to my horror it's red. Maybe I haven't noticed all night thinking it was just bloodshot from Dr I king or allergies but my heart is trembling now. I know what's wrong.

"Julian?" I ask. My voice cracking.

When he gets a break from coughing he tries to grin at me.

"I'm fine. Just being dramatic."

But the red under his drooping eyelid tells me otherwise.

Fast forward.

The next morning he looks worse. He's pale as a ghost and both eyes are blood shot. Even the red one. He eyes his breakfast grimly. The fork has been lingering between his plate and his mouth for almost five minutes.

A. You should eat something.

B. Are you gonna finish that?

A. Oh uhh right. Sorry I just was admiring this lovely meal. Have you ever seen such fluffy eggs before? Really they're almoat too beautiful to eat.

He gives me a tired look as he cholks down the eggs and rests his hand over his stomach.

A. Julian I'm worried about you. You need your strength.

A. Ooft, those last few salty bitters must have really did me in.

A. Why are your eyes so red?

They're er...they are? B-both of them? He asks nervously.

[roman-reigns-princess]

I Know Your Heart (M'Baku x Female Jabari Reader)

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Summary: A short M’Baku fic where he leaves for Challenge Day without telling his wife, and she’s, understandably, upset with him, but she sees that he needs comfort and reassurance more than a scolding. Ofc there’s a little smut in there.

Warnings: 18+/NSFW, unprotected sex (wear those condoms, yall), also some fluff??, probably a little unrealistic cause at one point they’re laying naked on a balcony......up in them snowy mountains. dont @ me

Word Count: 1096

A/N: I found this phrase in Xhosa "Ndiyazi kakuhle, ndiyazi zakho izono, ndiyazi intliziyo yakho-kwaye ndikuthanda" that means "I know you well, I know your sins, I know your heart-and I love you". I thought it was really sweet and I honestly just created this fic for that phrase. Please let me know if anything is problematic, or if I got a bad translation anywhere. I hope I did this justice.

As nightfall drew closer, your anger and your worry grew with it. You'd woken up that morning to find your husband, Lord M'Baku, missing from your bed, only to learn from the guards that, despite his reassurances, he had gone to challenge Prince T'Challa at the ceremony.

Over the following hours you had mentally prepared a whole speech you were going to give him when you got him alone, but the moment you saw him walk, more like limp, into throne room, one arm around one of his warrior's shoulders, your whole body flooded with relief, pushing out all your angry thoughts.

He stood up straighter when he saw you, trying to detach himself from his warrior. You rushed up to them, scanning your husband to see if he had any injuries that might need immediate attention. Once you were satisfied that he's survive a few more minutes, you stood back, giving him a look that only an exasperated wife could muster. His warriors took a step back, definitely fearful of their Lord's tiny wife; your temper could be worse than M'Baku's at times.

"So good to see you again, my dear husband," you said, crossing your arms as you glared up at him. M'Baku had the good sense to look guilty as he hung his head just the slightest.

"Sithandwa sam*, I meant to say something, but you just looked so peaceful sleeping this morning, I didn't want to wake you."

"Sweet talk won't work on me. Please take his Lordship to the infirmary, I'll deal with him when he can stand on his own two feet."

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Half an hour later, M'Baku returned to your quarters looking like a kicked puppy. You sighed to yourself, knowing it was partially for show so that you wouldn't get mad at him, and despite all your efforts to remain angry, especially after his warriors told you the whole story, it was working on you.

You helped him remove his furs and leathers, then pushed him towards the shower. Grabbing a cloth, you cleaned the war paint off his body, making sure to take extra care when going over his bruises. Once it was all washed off, you started to step out of the shower, but M'Baku pulled you back in, thanking you and kissing you passionately as he pressed you up against the wall.

A hand slid up into your hair, gently tugging on your braids while his other fingers slipped between your legs to get you slick and stretched out for him. You couldn't help the moan that escaped as his lips moved down your throat, nipping at the sensitive flesh.

Your hips had a mind of their own, grinding your pelvis against his palm as his fingers massaged into you. Just as your release approached, he pulled away, making you whine desperately at your husband.

He chuckled softly, hoisting you up so that your knees hooked over his forearms. You slipped a hand down to guide him into you. He groaned roughly as he thrust into you, making you whimper as he bottomed out with the first thrust. He tried going slow at first, to give you time to adjust, but soon lost his patience.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you felt your release approaching. He growled words of encouragement against your lips, and his thrusts quickened, making you gasp and moan. Your back arched away from the wall, pushing you against M'Baku as your release hit you, forcing a cry from your lips. Your husband followed seconds later, burying himself in you one last time as he came.

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It was a warm night, well as warm as it could get in the snowy mountains, and two of you lay naked, wrapped in a pile of furs M'Baku had set up on your balcony. You lay face up, watching the stars, and he was stretched out between your legs, head resting on your breasts. You fingers absentmindedly massaged his beard as you thought about the day's events.

"Why did you do it? You don't even want to be King."

"No, but I wasn't really thinking, I knew no one would challenge him, and I wanted to rattle those cat lovers, they grow placid, relying on their purple rocks," he said, lifting his head to look at you. "Besides, I brought up some good points, that child does scoff at tradition."

"That child is smarter than anyone else in the world, including you, mampara*," you mumbled the last part, but he narrowed his eyes at you anyways.

Despite wanting to chew him out even more, you decided to leave it at that. His pride was wounded enough as a warrior and a leader, you didn't need to cause him more pain; so you just pulled his head back down and continued to massage away until he lifted his head again.

"Sometimes I feel like I should be doing more for this tribe," he said, you looked up at him, confused. "We Jabari have stayed cut off from the rest of Wakanda, for what? Pride? Different Gods? I believe in upholding tradition, but we could also achieve so much more if we had relations with the rest of Wakanda."

"Careful, you're starting to sound like Princess Shuri," you teased, he gave you a look.

"This T'Challa is not like other kings of the past, for one he is a worthy opponent, and he is a good man; he could have killed me, but he didn't. It might be beneficial to us if we try negotiating with them. But I know the Elders will not like this, and I know they already think I'm a rash leader, if they can't trust me, why should anyone-," you cut him off with a kiss, not letting him go until you felt some of the tension release from his body.

"Ndiyazi kakuhle, ndiyazi zakho izono, ndiyazi intliziyo yakho-kwaye ndikuthanda*," you said, pressing your forehead against his as you looked him in the eye. "You are a good leader, everyone knows that, your warriors, your people, me. We trust you, and the decisions you make for our tribe. If the Elders can't see how good you are, it just means they are a bunch of cranky old fools who are stuck in the past, and if I have to beat some sense into them, I got my 'cathulo* ready."

M'Baku kissed you again, chuckling at your fiery words, he had no doubt that you would chase the Elders around with your own shoe.

*Sithandwa sam = my darling *Mampara = fool *'cathulo (isicathulo) = shoes/sandals *Ndiyazi kakuhle, ndiyazi zakho izono, ndiyazi intliziyo yakho-kwaye ndikuthanda = I know you well, I know your sins, I know your heart-and I love you

[babeimagineus]

one last time- mature pt2

as requested, summary :pt2 after a while justin comes back to your apartment, but you seem to have changed ? you have a bf with no desire to please you like justin did…

TAGS:smut, cheating?,readerxJB

“You always seem to come back for more,” you say as swing your arms around Justin’s neck, caressing his baby hairs, softly tugging them.

“You don’t seem to mind” he shoots back, “do you?”

“No-but,” you quick as a bullet unravel your fingers from his hair. “I have someone in my life now.”

“Seriously?” He speaks, not angry but amused, “do you have a boyfriend?”

“Yeah, sorry” you say as you stare into his eyes, trying to make out what he was thinking at the moment. “After the last time we slept together, you hadn’t called me,-I assume it was over.”

Justin awkwardly coughs as he watches the way you were acting so innocent like, just because you had a boyfriend, justin knew how and when you were ready for a bit of fun, he knew you were holding back. He could tell how you were shuttling your legs back and forth, he could tell how forced and awkward this little speech was.

“Did he tell you to end things off with me?” Justin says breaking your explanation off, “what’s your boyfriend’s name?” He grins as he taps his fingers on your lower back.

“Justin! I’m serious. This has to end!” You raise your voice, getting angry that this was all fun and games to him.

“Babe, I can tell he forced you to say these things to me.” He says as he steps a bit forwards, making you feel his body heat against yours. You could smell his signature scent that made your head spin. You gulp down as you feel his large hand sneak it’s way under you shirt.

“Justin-I have a boyfriend.” You say hoping he’ll stop with the touching cause you knew you’ll melt into his touch again.

“babe, you should know by now how much I love you, how much I love your body, how much pleasure I could bring you, how much it could bring us,” he says taunting me as he allows his hot breath to hit my neck. “Let’s stop these little mind games, aye babe? Let’s go back to way it was.”

Justin places a soft kiss, his pink lips against the side of your neck, nipping the skin softly. You moan as you feel the feeling of his teeth bite down on your skin. You feel his cold fingers brushing your waist, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

Justin pulls away from abusing your neck and travels his kisses further down, pulling a your shirt off your shoulder as he places his tender loving kisses across your upper chest. “You see,” he mumbles as he places one last kiss at your shoulder before yanking your bra down your chest, exposing your sensitive skin, “you belong to me.”

You feel the coolness of the air hit your exposed nipple making goosebumps travel around your arms. You moan out as you feel his wet mouth around your bud, tugging it with his teeth.

“Who do you belong to now babe?” Justin smiles as he pops his mouth away from your hardened bud. He watches as you, waiting for you to make a move.

“So perfect and tasty, how could I ever give you up?”

You watch as Justin picks you up with ease, grabbing your thighs and moving you on top of the kitchen counter. You watch as he looks back at you with nothing but lust worthy eyes.

Justin takes in his flushed you were, how your skin had gotten so sensitive after only one month of not seeing you, how shaky you were, how perfect you looked, how amazingly gorgeous you were and how you were all like this just for his eyes.

“‘Ive missed you so much,” Justin spills the truth from his lips uncontrollably as he quickly begins to work on your jeans. He easily pops the button open with his skillful fingers. He yanks them along with your panties until they reach your knees.

Justin watches how shy you had become just after one month of not being intimate with each other. Justin sees how unresponsive you were, this worried him. Were you not enjoying this?

“Are you ok?” Justin says in a serious tone, eyeing you with suspension as you sit there on the counter, closing your legs together.

You sit there, kind of ashamed of yourself. Your boyfriend would body shame you like hell, comparing you to his previous girlfriends he had in the past. Sure you weren’t the skinniest or the prettiest girl but you could help but feel the insecurities coming back to haunt you, even though it was Justin and not Adam you were being intimate with. You didn’t feel the love or intimacy in a long time during sex, you couldn’t help but feel ugly again.

“I-I don’t know if you Will see me the sand way,” you say honestly, “I’m used and worthless and-”

“ what?”

“I said, i’m worth-”

“Who said this! Or was this just a thought? Did someone tell you this?” Justin says as he brings his hands around your waist, rubbing circles on your back, hoping it’ll calm you down.

“He says I’m used..” you trail along in shame, “I’m not yours anymore. I’m sorry, I should just go.”

You felt wrong to let Justin see you anymore, you don’t want Justin to see you like this. You felt like old worn rag that nobody wanted to love.

“Don’t leave.” Justin says as he holds your face with his hands harshly, gripping you to look at him directly, “don’t fucking think like that-you are beautiful.”

Justin presses his lips against yours. You felt all the strong feelings you’ve missed over the month, you felt how wanted felt like, how much passion the kiss was worth.

You feel Justin’s cold fingers dancing between your legs, indicating to spread them. “Justin” you warn as you pull away from the long passionate kiss, “I-”

Justin touches your clit, feeling your legs feel a bit dry and empty. Justin twists his head in confusion, “why aren’t you wet?” Justin questions as he doesn’t feel the usual damp feeling he was used to making you feel. “Is something sexually wrong or..”

You sit there, not having a explanation at all, staring at him blankly.

“when was the last time you had sex?”

You hesitate but answer him “2 days ago,” you sigh out.

“well..” he trails off, the answer surprising him and not really making any sense to why you were suddenly had no sex drive.

“did you cum?” He asks.

You feel heat rising in your cheeks as you hear him ask you such a private question. “Did you?” he urges you.

“No..” you trail off into a soft voice “ I haven’t in a long time.”

“How long?” He shoots a question that make you want to hide under a rock again.

“I don’t remember” you say as you feel his eyes on you, boring a hole into your skull. I think the last time was with you“

Justin’s eyes were now laced in concerned. “here, “ he says as he travels down to your heat, gripping your legs tenderly, “i’ll make you cum- I can make you cum.”

Justin watches with wide eyes as he tugs your bottoms off your legs, leaving them bare. You sit there, awaiting his next move.

“Don’t be scared, i won’t judge-i promise.” justin cooes as he watches your expression cautiously. He slowly spreads your legs apart, widening them apart for his eyes to see everything.

You violently blush as you see his eyes on your exposed womanhood. You keep telling yourself it’s just Justin. But you couldn’t help but feel so wrong and forced. “Justin-stop-its not going to work.”

Justin takes a glimpse of your worried expression before pushing his thumb on your clit, rubbing slowly, warming you up. “It’s okay baby,- relax, feel it, c’mon babe.” justin whispers as he feels how stiff and hesitate you were being. Justin knew he could make you cum. He had many many times before, he knew this time was no different, he knew your body.

You start to feel the slow rubbing on your bud tingle a bit on your stomach. You could feel the familiar tug at your lower stomach.

“That’s it baby girl, you’re getting wetter.” he says as he quickly rubs a tad faster, his thumb rubbing up and down, he could feel the warm juices start to build up along your heat.

Justin removes his thumb from your bundle of nerves. He latches two fingers into his mouth, coating it with his saliva before pressing them against your entrance. Justin holds your hips still with his other hand as you squirm a bit at the fingers entering.

“God- you are so tight,” justin breathes out uncontrollably as he feels your walls around his digits. He pulls out, before pushing them back in, feeling and missing how amazing you felt.

He looks at how easily his fingers could slip in and out of you, how every time he would pull out, his fingers were coated in your juices. “Baby, are you wet enough?”

“Yeah,” you reply simply, “i think its working.”

“No shit babe,” he smirks, “you’re fucking coating my fingers.”

He pulls his fingers out before examining how your juices were sticking between his fingers. He grins as he shoves the fingers in your mouth.

You suck, kind of out of discomfort as justin holds your face with his other hand, forcing your mouth apart. You knew justin and how he liked being intimate with you, you had remembered what he liked and what he hated.

“How’d you taste?” he asks as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth with a pop. “sweet?” he questions before lunging in and pulling your head towards his, plunging his tongue into your mouth, before you could even swallow the taste.

“Dont fool yourself, y/n, don’t go back to him. I can treat you so much better,” he says he pushes your ankles until they hit the back of your thighs, exposing yourself fully. You could feel the tingle hit your core because of this position.

 He mouths over your heat, eating you out with desire. “Are you gonna cum today?”

You feel your stomach plunging and twisting with a strong indication you were going to let go any second now. You feel his tongue dip his way into your entrance, making you shiver from your top to the tip of your toes. You quickly stumble your fingers into his light locks of hair.

You wail out as you feel him flick his tongue over and over your clit repeatedly, making your squirm and push your hips onto his face.

You close your eyes shut as you feel yourself finally let go, after what felt like years. “That’s it baby girl,” he mumbles against your core, the vibrations making you go wild.

Justin pulls away between your legs. You shyly blush at how messy his brown hair was, how he was wet from the tip of his nose to the end of his chin. He doesn’t say anything but grasp your hair and pull you into a passionate kiss.