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sincerestlove · 10 months ago

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Jealousy

reneé is SO BEAUTIFUL i am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. someone call 911 because i am about to have a heart attack. babygirl is SO FUCKING FINE.

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Request: Regina x reader where Regina and reader are in a secret relationship but someone tries to hit on reader at a party and Regina gets jealous?

Warnings: None; just hot, protective, jealous, possessive regina.

"Hi, pretty girl." Your beautiful girlfriend greeted you at her front door with a smile, pretty white teeth on display. She held her hand out for you, which you accepted gratefully, allowing her to pull you to her car.

You had previously agreed to meet her here so that she could drive the both of you to Gretchen's party tonight. Usually, she would have asked you come over earlier in the day so you could get ready together, but you already made plans to get your hair done. Regina complained about it when you told her, but with the way she was looking at you now, she wasn't upset anymore.

The blonde led you to her passenger's side door, gently backing you against it, before leaning down and taking your lips in a bruising kiss. "You look so hot in that outfit." She breathed out against your lips, her hands sneaking up and under your top. Her touch was so light it was almost ticklish, feeling yourself smiling into the kiss. "And your hair looks perfect."

She always managed to make you feel good about yourself, always make you feel beautiful. She constantly showered you with compliments, even when you weren't all done up like this.

Pulling away reluctantly, you blinked, before meeting Regina's bright eyes, marveling at the way the hues of blue and green with a dash of orange, blended together. You took the opportunity to take in her outfit. She looked breathtaking - tight, black tank top underneath her leather jacket, dark jeans, with silver jewelry adorning her slender fingers, neck and ears.

God, you were the luckiest girl in the world.

"You look gorgeous, Gina." You spoke shyly, leaning back up into her, hands fisting into her jacket and tugging her closer. She kissed you again, warm tongue nudging your lips apart. You got lost in each other for a few moments, pleasant sighs coming from your mouth.

Regina broke apart from your lips, moving to nip at the skin of your exposed neck. You couldn't help letting out the soft moan that bubbled in your throat, head moving back to rest against the cold window. "If you keep doing that, I just might have to take you back inside, pretty girl." She murmured against your skin, sucking harshly, leave behind a few dark purple marks. You sent her a pointed look as she pulled away, a satisfied smirk on her lips. "Just to make sure everyone knows who you belong to."

Regina nudged you aside and opened the door, gesturing for you to get in as your face turned beet red. She was always quite possessive of you, even from the start of your "secret" relationship, but even more so when you went to parties together.

Honestly, it was hot.

She shut the door once you were settled, moving around to slide into the driver's seat. "Buckle up, baby." She flashed you a killer smile before peeling out of her driveway, free hand coming to rest on the exposed skin of your thigh. The touch made you shiver, shifting slightly in your seat. The blonde sent you a knowing look, laughing under her breath.

She absolutely loved the effect she had on you.

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The party was already in full swing by the time you and Regina arrived. She parked in Gretchen's massive driveway, making sure that no one else could block her in. You really weren't a huge fan of parties, but eventually, viewed it as another opportunity to spend more time with your girlfriend. Albeit, in a setting you didn't prefer, but you could take that on the chin without much of an issue. Any time that you could spend with her was more than worth it.

"You want a drink?" You nodded, following closely behind as the blonde beelined to the kitchen, opening the fridge to pull out a colorful drink. She opened it for you, before setting it in your hand. You thanked her gratefully, taking a sip of the drink. It was quite sweet, the taste of alcohol very minimal, which you appreciated.

Regina looked around the room, eyes stopping on Gretchen and Karen. The two girls were sitting in the living room on the couch, Gretchen crying her eyes out. You both could tell they were very drunk. Regina sighed, turning to you. "I'll be right back, going to go check on them." You nodded, taking another swig. "Don't go anywhere, yeah?" She squeezed your hand, lingering for a moment longer before walking off toward her friends.

You watched her off, hips swaying confidently, the crowd moving out of her way without missing a beat. It still amazed you how she could command an entire room so easily.

You were lost in thought for a little while as Regina disappeared into the crowd, until you felt a quick few taps on your shoulder. Spinning around, you were met with the sight of Cady, grinning at you. Since when did she go to parties?

You thought she was nice enough, knowing her on a very minimal level as the two of you shared a math class last year. You hadn't really spoken to her much since then, only a friendly hello here and there when passing each other in the hallways.

"Hey, Y/N, funny seeing you here tonight. I had no idea you were coming!" You smiled at the redhead awkwardly, shuffling on your feet.

"Yeah, Gretchen invited me. And Regina." You smiled at the mention of your girlfriend's name, doing a quick glance over to where she was supposed to be. The trio was no longer in the living room, though, making you frown. Maybe they went up to Gretchen's room to calm her down?

"Where is she?" You looked back over to Cady, noticing that she had taken a step closer to you, leaning forwards. The surprise of it made you stumble back, coming in contact with the counter behind you.

You laughed slightly, hand gripping tighter on your drink. "Oh, uh...she just went to the bathroom. She should be right back."

Cady cocked her head to the side, taking another step closer to you. "Really? Cause I've been watching you for a little while and she still hasn't come back." Her smile got wider, hand coming up to brush your arm. You recoiled at the touch, flushing yourself back against the counter. A rush of panic washed over you, killing what little buzz you had, noticing the smell of alcohol on her breath and the glazed over look in her eyes. "You know, Y/N", she brushed against your arm as she continued, "I've always had a crush on you. I think you are so pretty." She batted her eyelashes, biting on her lip. "Would you want to maybe go out sometime?"

You just blinked at her, completely baffled at what had come out of her mouth. "Oh..." You smiled awkwardly, moving even farther back to create more space between you, "Cady...I'm really flattered, but no, I think we would be better off as just friends."

Cady laughed. "Come on, I think we would be so great together. Don't you?" She leaned even closer, looking at you expectantly.

Was this girl serious?

As your brows knitted together, you was about to tell her no again, when a warm body pressed against yours from behind, all too familiar hands slipping around your waist and pulling you flush to her. The sweet scent of her perfume filled your nose, relaxing you almost instantly.

"I think the lady said no, Cady." Regina's tone was short and laced with anger, her arms tightening around you. You didn't even have to look at her to know that she was glaring holes in Cady's head. The girl turned red with embarrassment, muttering an apology under her breath before quickly running off.

You let out a deep breath you hadn't realized you were holding, nearly going limp in Regina's embrace. "Are you okay, pretty girl?" Regina turned you around to face her, eyes scanning your face. You nodded as she cupped your cheeks and set your drink on the counter, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. You melted into her, leaning your weight against her front. After a moment you separated, smiling at each other, until you heard someone clearing their throat.

Oh, shit. The party.

"Gina, everyone is looking at us." You whispered, feeling anxiety bubbling in your stomach and crawling up your throat.

Everyone had gone quiet, the eyes of almost all of your classmates locked on the two of you. Regina tensed, but surprisingly, didn't let go. "Me and Y/N are together." Regina voiced loudly without wasting a beat, eyes softening as she looked at you. "And if any of you losers have a problem with it, I will burn you to the ground."

The crowd murmured amongst itself and you watched as everyone simply nodded, shrugged and went on with the party as they were. Both you and Regina visibly relaxed, thankful that there wasn't much of a scene.

No one cared, really. Half of the student population already assumed that you two were together. Neither of you hid it very well - exchanging lovesick glances at lunch, holding hands "platonically" yeah right, lesbians, bringing each other coffee and lunch, whispering to each other and giggling. Gretchen and Karen already knew, exchanging smiles as they watched Regina proudly kiss you in her kitchen.

You smiled at your girlfriend, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You never imagined coming out together in this way, but honestly, it was very fitting. Regina hugged you tightly, whispering her love and adoration for you in your ears, loud enough for only you to hear.

"I love you."

Your heart fluttered, feeling a few tears fall down your cheeks. "I love you, Gina." You held each other for a few long moments before separating. The blonde was looking down at you, pretty smile sitting on her pretty lips. "So..." you trailed off, a teasing smile playing at the corners of your mouth. "Were you jealous of Cady?"

Regina scoffed, rolling her eyes. "As if. That girl could never hold a candle to me. She should've taken a hint - there's like, three big ass hickeys on your neck."

You laughed, pulling her in for another kiss, unable to resist. "No one ever could hold a candle to you, Gina." She just looked so hot when she was jealous. "Take me home?"

The blonde grinned, taking your hands and dragging you to the door without wasting another moment. "I thought you'd never ask, pretty girl."

i hope you enjoyed!

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#regina george #regina george x reader

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naughtynoodle · 2 years ago

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On the Edge

Description: Gag gift from the Inner Circle takes an interesting turn.

18+ only

Modern!Azriel x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+, exhibition, edging, adult language

A/N: I love the thought of modern IC, like can you imagine the carnage they would reap? Minors DNI

This was turning out to be longer than expected, because I am a whore for the details. So there will be a part two :) Can be read as stand-alone.

On the Edge - Part 2

Grammar corrections are welcomed, as long as you're not rude

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Starfall was a little different this year. Instead of just getting everyone the perfect gift, Cassian had suggested secret santa. But not just ordinary secret santa-

"Just picture it. Gag gifts." Cassian couldn't wipe the smug ass grin off his face, like he just came up with the most brilliant idea that ever graced the land. The group agreed, albeit reluctantly.

So the House chose people for each other at random, so not even Rhys would know. You, of course of all people, got Cassian. But a devilish thought came to your mind when you walked by a sex shop. Nesta was going to love it.

As always, Rhys and Feyre hosted an incredible Starfall. Nothing would ever beat the view from the top of their home. You didn’t think you could ever get over the beauty of it.

You heard Cassian shouting your name from the stairs, in your observation of the night sky the rest of the group had already started making their way downstairs to exchange the gag gifts. He bounced up and down like a child about to get ice cream and you shook your head with a small smile on your face.

As you turned to start walking you felt someone fall in step with you, you didn’t have to look to know it was Azriel. You would know his presence anywhere.

“So childish.” He tuts and you can’t help but let out a chuckle, nodding in agreement. You notice him looking down at you as you walk down the stairs, you stare back up at him questioningly.

“Are you waiting for me to tell you how pretty you are?” You teased, nudging his side.

“Yes, actually.” His lips form a pout and you found yourself staring at them before you shook your head and looked forward.

“You’re ridiculous.” You laugh, “But you look very dashing tonight.”

Before he could reply, Cassian came bolting up the stairs grabbing both of your wrists and hauling you down. Impatient baby.

The group gets settled, Azriel and yourself sharing the loveseat furthest from the fire. A small act that did not go unnoticed by him.

After wine glasses were filled, the House brought the gifts out and gave them to who they belonged to. Yours came wrapped in white paper with a silver bow, classy.

As each member opened their gift the laughter just continued to roll, then it came to Cassian. You hid your smirk behind your wine glass. You had opted to wrap the gift with black paper and a red silk bow. He tore through it and then shoved his hand in the box to pull it out and a look of confusion washed over his face.

Surprisingly, Amren was the first to break and the rest followed.

“It’s about time someone got Nesta something to shut you up.” Rhys grinned, and we all watched as realization hit him and his mouth gaped open. You could feel Azriel shaking with laughter beside you and you had to keep your mouth covered before you gave yourself away.

“Aw, honey. It’s even in your color.” Nesta snickered and he just shot her a playful glare before grinning.

“They all know I’m kinky, this just helps me more.” He leans back, twirling the gag ball around by the straps. “Your turn, Azzie.”

His gift was in a simple gift sack, so he pulled the tissue paper out and peered into the bag before dropping his head in his hand sighing.

“Don’t be shy, show us.” You poked him with your foot and he gave you the side eye. You watched as his hand pulled out a . . . penis sock. Hand knitted.

The bark of laughter leaves your throat before you can even control it. You were starting to think this idea of Cassians wasn’t so bad. Eventually the laughter calms down and you were the last one to open yours.

It was a vibrator. A remote controlled vibrator. You covered your face as you showed the group who just howled with laughter, and you couldn’t help the grin that covered your face.

“A lot of good this will do me. You all know how exciting my love life is.” This only seemed to add fuel to the fire and all you could do was shake your head at the group. The rest of the night continued as usual, more wine and snacks, scattered conversations. You stayed in the loveseat, as did Azriel.

His arm was slung over the back, legs splayed out so he could stretch.

“You know. .” You started and he looked over at you, “At least now your little buddy can stay warm.” You bit your lip in silent laughter as his eyes narrowed at you. His arm that was slung over the couch pulled you into his side. His head leaning down so he would speak quietly to you.

“And to think I was going to offer to help you with your new gift.” His breath hit your ear as you froze, eyes wide.

All coherent thoughts left your brain and it felt like rusty gears trying their best to run again.

“Wha- you-” you try to speak, face flushed and all you can see is the coy grin across his face.

“At my mercy, never knowing when I’m going to hit the button or change the pace.” And just like that he sits back up as if that conversation never happened.

How could he be just so fucking casual after that? And also, fuck him for knowing how flustered he can make you. You huff in annoyance.

“Is it because I called him small?” You finally say, he makes a choked sound, “It’s okay, Az, really. Size doesn’t matter.”

You smirk up at him as he stares down at you, and you take the opportunity to sneak away before he can corner you again with his words. To add insult to injury-

“It’s what’s in here that matters.” You pat his chest, chuckling to yourself as you get up and go get yourself a snack and another glass of wine.

The alcohol was definitely making you more bold than usual with Azriel. Sure you two flirted a lot, hell all of you flirted with each other - it was harmless. It was just fun flirting and teasing one another. But with you two, it never got too overtly sexual.

Had you thought about it? Obviously. But never acted on it. Actually, that was a lie. You two were so drunk one time at Rita’s that you made out in the back alley after the relentless teasing you two did to each other. But that was ages ago, you’re not even sure if he remembers that - hell you barely did.

You ended up going to the kitchen because all the good snacks had been eaten and like hell you were gonna eat the others. You sliced up some cheese and apples, and the house so graciously filled your wine glass as you murmured a thank you.

You felt him behind you before you heard him, and you jumped slightly. You should really be used to him sneaking up on you by now, but he always managed to surprise you. You watched as he took your wine glass and chugged it down, ignoring your whines of protest.

He towered over you, his eyes dark and you swallowed harshly.

“Just because I pointed out the truth doesn’t mean you get to drin-” his hand covers your mouth and you narrow your eyes at him.

“You’re going to wear this. Right here, right now.” Your eyes go wide as his shadows bring forth the vibrator. You blink as your eyes go back and forth between the box and his face. Apparently you were taking too long to respond because he starts opening the box. "Either you put it where it's supposed to go, or I will."

Your mouth drops open, your face heating up. His brow raises in question as he looks down at you, his free hand starting to trace up the slit in your dress.

"Okay, okay!" You finally surrender, slapping his hand away, "Impatient male."

You snatch the vibrator from his hand and walk away mumbling that your wine glass better be full by the time you got back. It didn't take long for you to place it where it was supposed to go, pressing the on button. It was almost embarrassing how turned on you were at the slight exchange between the two of you.

Your heels thudded against the stone floor as you made your way back to the kitchen, half-expecting Azriel to have rejoined the group but he stood in the same spot, arms braced against the counter.

You gave a mock bow, and then went back to your snack plate.

"You ate my apples! You bit-" You whip around to chastise Azriel when a sharp vibration cuts off your sentence and your knees almost buckle. His dark laugh hits your ears and you glare up at him. "Cut me another apple, you prick."

He slides a plate from behind him that was full of sliced green apples, like he knew you were going to react that way. You step closer to take the plate and his free hand pulls you in closer so you are flush against his front.

"I am going to have so much fun with you." Your heart flutters in your chest, "Hope you have a good pokerface."

His hand gives your waist a squeeze and he walks back up the stairs toward the living area where all your friends were. No doubt they were getting increasingly more drunk, which should make hiding this little game easier. Hopefully.

Downing the glass of wine, you make your way back up the stairs - taking extra care to brace yourself against the railing incase a certain bat decides to try and make you drop your plate.

You enter the room and everyone is laughing amongst themselves, your eyes immediately draw to Azriel. His dark gaze was already on you and fuck he looked good. His legs were spread and his arm was slung across the back of the couch again, though his hand was hanging behind it this time - no doubt the remote was in that hand.

Your thoughts were confirmed by the low vibration and you suck in a breath.

Cassian beckoned you towards where they were sitting and you obliged, albeit hesitantly. You could smell the alcohol pouring off of all of them, which you were relieved for.

"You were gone for sooo long." He whines and you chuckled.

"I needed to get more snacks for myself, Cass." You watch as his eyes land on your plate of apples and cheese and he makes an 'ohh' sound. Just as you were going to speak again, the vibration kicks up and the pulse beats slowly.

"Why are you so out of breath?" Feyre asks, and you look to see her and Rhys tangled into one another.

"Aren't you supposed to be in shape?" Nesta teases and you poke a tongue out at her.

"I've had a gallon of alcohol and I'm wearing heels."

Everyone makes a sound of agreement and go back to their conversations. You shake your head and make your way back towards the loveseat you were occupying earlier. The pulse gets sharper when you get a few steps away and you suck in a breath.

You quickly take a seat, trying to distract yourself with the snacks you brought back. Az pulls you back into his side once more, his head leaning on the top of yours. Slightly drunk Az was more affectionate, and you didn't mind one bit.

"Are you ready?" He murmurs in your ear and you furrow your brows as you look up at him. You hear the click of the remote and the vibration and pulsing kicks up to high gear and your legs tense automatically.

You curse under your breath and you feel his body rumble with silent laughter. You shove a piece of apple and cheese in your mouth so you don't make a fool of yourself in front of everyone.

"I hope you're enjoying yourself." You grumble at him and he leans down to your ear.

"Oh, I am. Watching your reactions as I change the pace is very entertaining." His voice seemed to be an octave deeper and your stomach curled. At this point you were more turned on by the fact that it was Azriel doing this to you than the vibrator pulsing against your core.

You left a waft of your arousal hit him and you feel his body tense and hear his sharp intake of breath. Two can play at this game, you think to yourself.

"That's a dangerous game you're playing." He growls into your ear.

"The higher the stakes, the bigger the reward Shadowsinger."

#acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #acotar smut #fanfiction #inner circle

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jadeshifting · 1 month ago

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— 25 DAYS OF SHIFTMAS (DAY 6)

Stockings — What is your family like? What are your relationships with different members? Any extended family? Who is visiting for Christmas?

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MY FAMILY DURING THE HOLIDAYS

Mother and my papa adore Christmas— their gothic approach to Yule may make it seem like they’re less festive, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. (a color scheme of smoky silver, deep emerald-green, glistening gold and bone white is NOT any less valid than red and green)

— ★⋆. my MOTHER is the queen of holiday flair, running the manor like clockwork while draping every inch in elegant, enchanted decor. she’s got a sharp eye for perfection and a knack for making everyone feel seen—equal parts loving hostess and unrelenting general

— ★⋆. my PAPA is pure holiday chaos, bouncing around the manor with paint-streaked hands and a grin wide enough to rival a crescent moon. he’s all big laughs, grand gestures, and decking every hall with his over-the-top, handcrafted decorations that somehow manage to be both ridiculous and breathtaking

— ★⋆. my brothers ONYX and MALACHITE are little whirlwinds of holiday wonder, dashing between the tree and the kitchen like pint-sized sugarplum sprites. they’re all wide-eyed curiosity and heartfelt questions, sneaking extra biscuits while earnestly debating whether Father Christmas prefers shortbread or treacle tart

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MY EXTENDED FAMILY

UNCLE OBERON—my mom’s older brother— visits for the holidays with his wife AUNT NINA and their daughter CALLIDORA, who’s years younger than me. they’re also not the problem. Oberon can be intimidating, Nina is a bundle of joy, and Callidora is afraid of her own shadow. they’re perfectly lovely people

the problem enters (or rather sweeps into the room in a curtain of blond) with my UNCLE HELLEBORE’s wife: THALEIA (who I’m not calling my aunt)

they haven’t had any children but yet, but regardless, Thaleia is constantly implying that when they do have kids, they’ll have a daughter, and she’ll be more fit to be the heir to our family than i am. that’s delusional for a number of reasons that i won’t even get into, but she’s so confident about it that it’s almost comical, and everyone hates her

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CHRISTMAS DINNER (NOT ON CHRISTMAS NIGHT, BUT STILL)

★⋆. the dining room at Grimm Manor is decked to the nines—think frosted garlands dripping with enchanted rubies and a table so long you’d need a broomstick to see the other end. the centerpiece? a charmed ice sculpture of a phoenix that breathes tiny snowflakes every now and then. the vibes are casually luxe, but you can feel the undercurrent of everyone trying to outshine each other (except for my parents, who are perpetually secure)

★⋆. Aunt Nina sweeps in like she owns the place, laughing way too loudly but somehow pulling it off, while Uncle Oberon trails behind her looking imposing and collected as always. Callidora’s wide-eyed and mutters a quiet “hello” before hiding behind her mum. Uncle Hellebore’s fumbling with his chair, nearly knocking over his goblet before Thaleia swoops in with her nasally, “Careful, dear, wouldn’t want to cause a scene.” Classic.

★⋆. when it’s time for the toast, my dad is already in his element, standing up and booming something about “family legacy” while holding his goblet like it’s the Holy Grail. Aunt Nina’s clapping like it’s a Quidditch final, which only eggs my dad on further

★⋆. the table practically groans under platters of charmed hors d’oeuvres—think salmon that sparkles like opals and pastry puffs that glow faintly gold. Onyx and Malachite are trying to sneak extras, but a look from mother shuts them down (for now). Thaleia pokes at her plate with her fork, whispering something snide about “presentation” to Uncle Hellebore, who just looks like he wants to vanish into the floor

★⋆. when it’s time for the main course, and Aunt Nina is full-on cackling at something Uncle Oberon said, while Callidora tries to hide her giggles in her napkin. my brothers are loudly comparing whose slab of roast beef is bigger, and dad’s booming, “Lads! the house-elves don’t miss, right?”

★⋆. Thaleia finally pipes up, fake-sweet as sugar quills, and starts talking about how her hypothetical daughter would handle the family name with “grace and humility.” Aunt Nina shoots her a look that could cut glass, while my mother just sips her wine placidly. Hellebore, bless him, looks like he’s counting the seconds until dessert

★⋆. when the enchanted dessert cart rolls in (imagine frosted cakes floating in midair and a chocolate fountain charmed to never spill), the kids practically lose it

★⋆. by the end of the night, Thaleia’s smile has cracked, Uncle Hellebore is about two blinks away from a nervous breakdown, and Aunt Nina’s leaning into Uncle Oberon, laughing at her own jokes. i’m sipping mulled wine by the fireplace, ignoring my brothers’ latest dessert-stealing scheme and pretending i don’t notice Callidora sneaking over to sit quietly next to me (don’t wanna scare her off)

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#shiftmas #shiftmas2024 #25 days of shiftmas #hogwarts dr #shifting to hogwarts #hogwarts scripting #shifting motivation #shifting antis dni #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifters #shifting blog #shifting script #shifting to harry potter #shifting community #shifting realities #shifting

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queen-of-deans-booty · 7 months ago

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Ask Jeeves: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Bobby's presence is requested at someone's funeral/will reading. Since he's not here to go, his next of kin will have to do, i.e. you. Sam and Dean make you go thinking they are going to win big. You get something else instead, something deadlier.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

You four split up in search of this shifter with Olivia going with Sam and you with Dean. There are rooms in the back of the house that haven't been explored yet, so you go to them first. The first two rooms didn't have anything or anyone inside, but the third one did. As soon as you entered, you heard someone or something inside the closet make a noise. Dean looks at you before grabbing a silver candlestick as if that is going to do any damage.

You roll your eyes and open the closet door to reveal Dash and Amber making out. They gasp and break apart from each other.

"Really?"

"We can explain," Amber stutters.

"Let me guess. You two got bored last Christmas?"

"New Canaan clambake, actually. We were in line at the buffet and they ran out of steamers. One thing led to another, and..."

"We didn't kill Stanton," Amber shakes her head. "We may be guilty of cheating but not murder."

"Touch these."

Dean takes out his butterknife and holds it out to them.

"Why?"

"Do it or everyone knows you're fucking each other," you threaten.

They reluctantly reach up and touch the knives. Nothing happens.

"Did we pass?" Amber asks.

"Yeah. Don't worry, your secret is safe with us. Come on you two," Dean scoffs.

You four go back to the living room where Sam is sitting between Beverly and Heddy. He is getting touched everywhere except for his cock, but you know Beverly would love nothing more than to stick her hands down his pants. Ever since you lost your soul, you've seen people for who they truly are. You can see past the bullshit and the lies because you have nothing tying you to other people. Sam sees you and Dean and tries to get away even though both women try to get him to come back. You catcall whistle when Sam joins your side and smirk.

"Two women in one night? Better wrap it before you tap it," you chuckle.

"Should we come back when you're done?"

"Ladies, he's single," you say to the two women who giggle. "He really likes spanking."

"Shut up," Sam hisses at you. "They're clear.

"So is Dash and Amber who are a thing, by the way."

"That's everyone except for--"

A loud scream comes from upstairs no doubt from Olivia. Everyone rushes upstairs to see what she is screaming about, and she is leaning against the wall while pointing to the bathroom behind her. Inside is the detective with his head in the toilet, clearly dead. Everyone piles into the bathroom to get a closer look while you look at Olivia who looks so scared.

"Wow, you must be a really good actress."

"Excuse me?" she sniffles.

"You can't bullshit a bullshitter. I see right through you. You're not so innocent, are you?" You leave her to think about your words as you head inside the bathroom. "Why don't we just leave? He was the only thing holding us here and now he's dead. Let's just get in our cars and pretend this never happened."

"We're not going to do that," Dean glares.

"What kind of monster would do such a thing?" Heddy asks.

Everyone turns to look at Olivia, suspicious that she found the body.

"Don't look at me. I was just trying to pee."

"Okay, hold on, before we start pointing fingers--"

"Amber has a motive," Heddy cuts your husband off. "She killed the detective because she knew that it was just a matter of time before he figured out she killed Stan."

"Bravo Rizzoli! You solved the case. Want to weigh in too, Isles?" Dash asks Beverly sarcastically.

"I didn't kill Stanton or the detective. I have proof. My alibi is in the room."

"Wait for it," Dean whispers to his brother.

"Amber couldn't have killed the detective because she was with me. We're in love," Dash says and pulls her closer. "We're sleeping together."

"I knew it," Beverly gasps.

"Well, then you have motive too. You offed Stan because you were diddling his wife."

"Oh. The old lady doth protest too much. You're only pointing the finger to distract from your own guilt. You probably got Baby Jane to help," Dash accuses.

"I never!" Beverly gasps. "I'm leaving."

"Okay, hang on a minute," Dean steps in. He grabs Beverly's arm to prevent her from leaving. "First of all, who talks like that? Second of all, no one's leaving, okay?"

"Ohh, get your hands off me, young man," she smirks and runs her hands up his chest.

Before you know what you're doing, you grab Beverly's other arm and harshly yank her away from your husband.

"Keep your filthy hands to yourself or I will hurt you." Beverly backs up, clearly afraid of you, and Dean puts both hands on your shoulders to calm you down. "This house has a monster inside of it. Now, I am more than happy to leave and let it kill you or you can shut the fuck up and follow our rules. It's simple."

"As much as I don't agree with her tone, she's right," Sam backs you up. "We have four corpses now."

"Four?" Amber gasps.

"Yes. You can add Phillip and Colette to the list. We can't help you unless you stop arguing with one another. You need to trust us."

"Trust you?" Dash says, getting in Dean's face. You step forward so that you're blocking him from getting any closer to him. "Uh, we don't even know you. I'm trying to be objective here but we've had countless family functions before, and even though we wanted to kill one another, we never did."

"Dash is right. Our get-togethers never end in murder. The only thing different this time around is you three," Heddy says.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. First of all, whatever you're suggesting--"

Dash spots the detective's gun and grabs it before pointing it at you, Sam, and Dean.

"You three! Let's go."

You smirk and walk right up to the barrel of the gun and push your forehead into it.

"Do it. Shoot me."

Dash stares at you for a few seconds before cocking the gun to show he means business. Dean jumps in and pulls you away from the gun because he's scared Dash might actually shoot you.

"Come on, let's go." Dean drags you with him out of the bathroom with Sam following. Dash points to a door with his gun and Dean opens it to reveal a small closet. You three walk inside with the gun still pointed at you. The closet looks like a small office fit with a couple of desks, a bunch of boxes, and other office supplies. "Sit tight until the cops get here."

"You don't want to do this. We are your best shot at making it out of here alive. We're not the bad guys, Dash."

"I beg to differ. You're wearing flannel."

Dash quickly leaves, shuts the door, and locks it. Dean tries to open it even though he knows Dash locked the door. Sam starts looking through the desk for a pair of keys that might open the door. Dean takes out his butterknife and tries to jimmy the lock open the old-fashioned way.

"Hey, I found keys."

"It's locked from the outside."

"Are you kidding me? Great," Sam scoffs.

Dean takes out the knife when he realizes it's no use only to see that the knife is bent.

"Made in Taiwan. Fucking stainless steel."

"That's why no one sizzled? They're not even real silver?"

"First cubic zirconium and now this. No wonder the rich stay rich. How are we gonna kill this thing?" Dean asks.

"There are silver bullets in the trunk," you shrug.

"Yeah, assuming we ever make it out of this place."

"This is why I never wanted to come in the first place, but no. You wanted beer money as if you can't buy some of it. Give me a break," you scoff.

Dean and Sam search the room for a way out of here when Dean looks at you in thought.

"So, why did you treat Beverly like that? Jealous she had her hands on me? Jealousy is an emotion, you know."

"Oh, please," you roll your eyes. "I couldn't care less that she wanted to take a peek at what's in your pants. If she did, then I'd hear you gloat about it and that is torture in and of itself. I saved myself from that pain."

Sam looks over at four small security monitors in the back and pales at what he sees.

"Uh, guys? You need to see this." You and Dean walk over to Sam to look at the monitors. One of them is in the living room where the rest of the family is, and Olivia has the detective gun in her hands. You knew something was up with her. "I fucking knew it."

Dean has to get out of here or else people are going to die. He prepares himself and runs at the door with his shoulder out so that when he hits it, his shoulder takes the impact. He thought he was going to bust down the door with his shoulder. How cute.

"Damn."

"Hey, there is a gun safe," Sam says. The keys he found earlier are still in his hands, and he looks at them in thought. "They're probably for this."

Sam opens the gun safe and sees firearms inside but the question still is, how are you going to get out of here? You turn to the door Dean rammed his shoulder in and use enough force behind your kick.

"It's not going to work," Dean says.

If there is one thing you hate with or without your soul is someone telling you what you can and can't do. You deliver three more kicks to the door before it busts wide open and you turn to Dean with a smirk.

"You were saying?"

"Come on."

Sam hands you one of the guns before leaving the room with his own trained in front of him. The others must have heard the noise you made when you opened the door which means Olivia did, too. Sam walks into the living room first where she is waiting and she shoots at him before running off.

"Stay here!" Sam says and follows after her.

"Wait, Dean," you whisper and grab his arm, "the only thing that is going to kill her is the silver bullets in the trunk."

"Come on."

You and Dean sneak out of the house while Sam keeps her busy. To leave would be so easy right now but Dean has to be the hero and save everyone he can. You two toss those guns to the side so you can use your own that are already filled with silver bullets. Once you're done, you head back inside and look for Sam and Olivia. The kitchen is right next to the front door which is why you can hear their voices inside. Two doors lead into the kitchen so you and Dean go through the back to avoid being spotted. You sneak inside and see her standing in front of Sam who is on the ground. Both of them have guns. Only one will be killed by it.

"That choice was made for me a long time ago. Why haven't you taken a shot? Oh, you don't have any silver bullets, do you?"

"No, but he does," you say from behind her.

Dean shoots her once in the chest and watches as she crumbles to the ground. You raise your gun and shoot her already dead body. It's like the both of you are in a trance because you both fire the guns one by one, littering her body with bullets long after she is dead. Sam jumps from the sounds but can only watch in horror at what you two do.

After everything is all said and done, the police are called to come to the active crime scene. Everyone is going to be questioned by the police, but you're going to get the hell out of there before they can show up. You're about to leave when Dash stops you.

"Guys? The police are on the way. What a mess. I owe you three an apology."

"Don't sweat it. I mean, you were just protecting your family and there's nothing wrong with that," Sam says, sneaking a quick glance at you and Dean.

"So, I spoke to Aunt Bunny's attorney. He said outside of the pendant, everything was left to Olivia."

"You know what? Speaking of, you should keep it." Dean takes out the necklace and hands it over. "It's a key to the attic."

"Bobby must have really meant something to Aunt Bunny. How can we repay you?"

"Forget we were ever here," you answer.

"No, you saved our lives. I want everyone to know what heroes you three are."

"Heroes," you scoff.

"Look pal, the fact that we pulled your bacon out of the fire is nobody's business. Okay?" Dash still looks uncertain. "I'm serious. Put a pin in it or we'll come back for your preppy ass."

Dash nods in understanding and returns to his family, and you three get the hell out of dodge. Sam and Dean are up front so you can stretch your legs in the back.

"So, what was that about back there?" Sam asks once Dean pulls onto the freeway.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about all those extra shots after the shifter was already dead. What was that?"

"Target practice?"

"I'm being serious. Are you sure it wasn't, I don't know, demon residue or something to do with the Mark?"

"No, none of that."

"I gotta be honest--"

"Oh my God, Sam. It was my first kill since I've been back. I got a little anxious. I wanted to make sure it was done right--plain and simple. Why am I even explaining this to you?"

Dean is done talking about this but you're not. You know how to fuck with Sam's head so you scooch closer to him so you don't have to shout over the music Dean is blaring.

"Sam, the Mark is responsible for a lot of things. You should be worried about us because this is only the beginning. First, we kill Olivia and before you know it, it'll be you. Stay out of our way and we won't have a problem."

Sam turns and looks at you but you're already lying down in the back seat.

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etoilesombre · 9 months ago

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sad captains make bad choices chapter two PLEASE I need it like I need breathing

For the WIP game. I was just WAITING for someone to ask about this one because I'm so excited to post the second chapter. Should be done over the weekend! First chapter here for context. Flint is so sad and pining (and also drunk and bad at people) that when he and Silver are staying at an inn together on a war mission and things get flirty, instead of making a move on Silver he goes out to an 18th century gay bar and has really intense group sex with randos. Was this an excuse for free use porn that then got out of control? Why yes, yes it was. Anyway Silver walks in, Flint sends him away, everything is horribly awkward, and Flint shuts down and is a bastard about it (see: bad at people.) In this, the second chapter, they... talk. Uh. Etc.

I had a hard time picking an excerpt for this one but here goes, the first bit of their conversation.

“Captain, this has to fucking stop,” Silver said at last, their third day back on the island. They were on the cliffs, sweaty and panting between bouts. Flint had only spoken to comment on Silver’s form. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, hoping it might be true. That hope was immediately dashed. “We need to talk about what happened in Virginia,” Silver said. “We absolutely do not,” Flint replied, putting as much cold warning into his voice as he could muster. “I told you, it was a mistake. Leave it alone.” But Silver was not nearly as inclined to be cowed into silence as he had once been. “I tried to leave it alone,” he insisted. “And you’ve barely fucking spoken to me. It is obvious that you harbor some– some anger or resentment toward me over the matter, and I just—” “I don’t,” Flint interrupted, flatly. “Then I don’t understand–” “Have you considered that it is not for you to understand?” Flint snapped, backed into a corner. “That perhaps you do not have a right to every goddamn piece of my life just because…” Flint trailed off, seeing the darkening of Silver’s expression and realizing the hypocrisy he would perceive in the words. “You know what I think?” Silver’s tone was light, almost conversational, but it carried a bitter, dangerous undercurrent. “I think you’re just plain fucking embarassed. And I think you’re taking it out on me, because you can’t stand that I witnessed something that makes you as human as everyone else.” Flint bridled at the accusation, at how simple, how petty it sounded when Silver said it. He wasn’t… it wasn’t just… He reached for a counter argument, and slowly deflated as the truth of it sank in past his defensiveness. “And you know what?” Silver continued, apparently not finished but only hitting his stride. “That’s a bit fucking insulting, Captain. Considering that I’ve been coming up here every day and utterly humiliating myself in front of you. Considering that you were the only one who I—” He stopped abruptly, and Flint heard what he couldn’t say. The only one Silver had let near him, when he awoke after losing his leg, the only one other than the doctor allowed to witness the particular degradations of his suffering. “I meant it, when I said I didn’t think pride was an issue between us. That’s the only way this partnership works.” For a brief moment Silver sounded hurt, but found his way quickly back to outrage. “And I tried to be your fucking friend, as insane of a proposition as that may be. I did not judge you for your relationship with Thomas Hamilton, any more than I have ever judged any man on our crew for the same.” He glared at Flint, eyes blazing. “And if you’re going to be a bastard to me just because you assume I must be horrified by seeing what you like in bed, then fuck you.”

#ask game #my writing

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ashes-onthewind · 5 months ago

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oh my GOD i was just screaming about that like six hours ago in game and now this shows up on my dash

someone got mad at me WHILE I HAD A COMM TAG UP for saying to slow down on pyro bc none of the other bosses were even Close to dead when it was at like 20. like Bitch. I Have A Comm Tag and You Do Not. Let Me do my Fucking Job.

I've been playing this shit for five years shut the fuck up about pOwEr CrEeP i know you can kill them but its COURTESY. to not have everyone on fucking kuraii when hablion's been killed so he's teleporting everyone around and scaled so bad and so few people are able to be around

ALSO it's common fucking decency to either LISTEN TO THE COMMANDER DOING THE EVENT or FIND A DIFFERENT MAP. Or, secret third thing, Don't Fucking Say Anything. you can be annoyed and not share it with the world

but yes my first boss blitz as a wee lad i got silver or bronze like five to ten times for every gold. but AUGH i still can't beat liadri T^T

me when all my characters are built as supports so i suck ass at queen's gauntlet

*taps the mic* does anybody remember when you had to yell at people not to swarm around boom-boom baines because she scaled so badly she became literally unkillab— *I am physically dragged off the stage*

#two days before the festival ends is the correct time to be posting memes about it right #<- prev #yes #of course #gw2 #ash rambles #ash has autism probably

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my-weird-news · 1 year ago

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🔥 Wildfires Rage as Canadian Officials Slam Facebook's News Ban! 😱

Facebook vs. Wildfires: A Comedy of Errors So there I was, sitting in my cozy Canadian igloo, sipping on my maple syrup-infused tea, when suddenly the whole city of Yellowknife decided it was time for a mass evacuation. Oh, sure, wildfires were closing in, but instead of just shouting out the window, "Hey, grab your moose slippers and let's get outta here!", they turned to their trusty pal, Facebook. Now, you'd think this would be a straightforward situation, right? I mean, how hard is it to post a link to some serious news about impending wildfires? Apparently, as hard as convincing a beaver to take up knitting. The city's brilliant idea? "Hey folks, instead of making things easy and posting the news directly, let's make everyone play a game of digital hide-and-seek! Step 1: Open Google. Step 2: Type in 'CPAC Canada' or visit www.cpac.ca (just remove those pesky spaces). Can you feel the excitement in the air? It's like an online scavenger hunt, wildfire edition! Oh, but wait, there's a plot twist! You see, Facebook, being the drama queen it is, decided to give news articles the cold shoulder in Canada. Why, you ask? Well, apparently, our friendly neighborhood lawmakers passed a law that's all like, "Hey, Meta, pay up for the news, will ya?" And Meta was like, "Nah, I'd rather eat poutine flavored with sorrow." So, they decided to just delete all the news from Canadian feeds. Meanwhile, the Online News Act is waiting backstage, ready to make its grand entrance in December. But Meta, oh no, they're waving their hands in surrender like a hockey player who just lost a tooth: "We can't do this, eh? We're shutting down the news, buddy." Now, I get it, it's a bit tough. But honestly, this is like your pet moose deciding to moonwalk when you're facing a stampede. Canadians love their Facebook and Instagram, you know? Especially the folks in the middle of nowhere who rely on them more than they do on their hockey sticks. And who better to add a dash of maple-flavored sarcasm to the mix than good ol' Prime Minister Justin Trudeau? He's like, "Hey, Facebook, we're drowning in wildfires up here, and all you care about is your Tim Hortons order." I might've added the Tim Hortons part, but you get the idea. So, what's a Canadian to do? Well, some have become internet ninjas, typing out full URLs, taking screenshots like it's a selfie spree, or just giving Facebook and Instagram the cold shoulder (like they haven't seen enough of that already, eh?). Then there's Ollie Williams, the news editor at Cabin Radio. He's like, "Facebook, you're about as useful as a screen door on a submarine." They've thrown in the towel and are doing the news tango somewhere else. But hey, there's a silver lining to this cloud of digital chaos. Cabin Radio's audience has stepped up like a beaver building an extra-strong dam. They're screenshotting news like it's the latest meme and spreading the word like hockey fans at a winning game. Turns out, in the battle of news vs. Facebook, the audience took the puck and scored. But not everyone's riding this comedy train. Melissa David, founder of Parachutes for Pets, is trying to save animals from the wildfires. She's all like, "We need Facebook for verified info," but Facebook's playing hard to get. Without a news article, her announcement got lost in the digital tundra. So, she's recruiting extra volunteers, because, you know, the more the merrier when dealing with flaming furballs. And let's not forget Trevor Moss, head honcho at the Central Okanagan Food Bank. He's like, "Come on, Facebook, we're in a food crisis, not a social media drama." But alas, Facebook's ghosting news, leaving them hungry for both bites and bytes. So there you have it, the great Facebook news blackout of Canada. It's like a sitcom where Facebook's the quirky neighbor who's decided to wear a paper bag over its head, just when we needed information the most. Will the Online News Act swoop in like a superhero to save the day? Will Canadians continue to outsmart Facebook's shenanigans? Stay tuned, eh? # Facebook vs. Wildfires: A Comedy of Errors So there I was, sitting in my cozy Canadian igloo, sipping on my maple syrup-infused tea, when suddenly the whole city of Yellowknife decided it was time for a mass evacuation. Oh, sure, wildfires were closing in, but instead of just shouting out the window, "Hey, grab your moose slippers and let's get outta here!", they turned to their trusty pal, Facebook. Now, you'd think this would be a straightforward situation, right? I mean, how hard is it to post a link to some serious news about impending wildfires? Apparently, as hard as convincing a beaver to take up knitting. The city's brilliant idea? "Hey folks, instead of making things easy and posting the news directly, let's make everyone play a game of digital hide-and-seek! Step 1: Open Google. Step 2: Type in 'CPAC Canada' or visit www.cpac.ca (just remove those pesky spaces). Can you feel the excitement in the air? It's like an online scavenger hunt, wildfire edition! Oh, but wait, there's a plot twist! You see, Facebook, being the drama queen it is, decided to give news articles the cold shoulder in Canada. Why, you ask? Well, apparently, our friendly neighborhood lawmakers passed a law that's all like, "Hey, Meta, pay up for the news, will ya?" And Meta was like, "Nah, I'd rather eat poutine flavored with sorrow." So, they decided to just delete all the news from Canadian feeds. Meanwhile, the Online News Act is waiting backstage, ready to make its grand entrance in December. But Meta, oh no, they're waving their hands in surrender like a hockey player who just lost a tooth: "We can't do this, eh? We're shutting down the news, buddy." Now, I get it, it's a bit tough. But honestly, this is like your pet moose deciding to moonwalk when you're facing a stampede. Canadians love their Facebook and Instagram, you know? Especially the folks in the middle of nowhere who rely on them more than they do on their hockey sticks. And who better to add a dash of maple-flavored sarcasm to the mix than good ol' Prime Minister Justin Trudeau? He's like, "Hey, Facebook, we're drowning in wildfires up here, and all you care about is your Tim Hortons order." I might've added the Tim Hortons part, but you get the idea. So, what's a Canadian to do? Well, some have become internet ninjas, typing out full URLs, taking screenshots like it's a selfie spree, or just giving Facebook and Instagram the cold shoulder (like they haven't seen enough of that already, eh?). Then there's Ollie Williams, the news editor at Cabin Radio. He's like, "Facebook, you're about as useful as a screen door on a submarine." They've thrown in the towel and are doing the news tango somewhere else. But hey, there's a silver lining to this cloud of digital chaos. Cabin Radio's audience has stepped up like a beaver building an extra-strong dam. They're screenshotting news like it's the latest meme and spreading the word like hockey fans at a winning game. Turns out, in the battle of news vs. Facebook, the audience took the puck and scored. But not everyone's riding this comedy train. Melissa David, founder of Parachutes for Pets, is trying to save animals from the wildfires. She's all like, "We need Facebook for verified info," but Facebook's playing hard to get. Without a news article, her announcement got lost in the digital tundra. So, she's recruiting extra volunteers, because, you know, the more the merrier when dealing with flaming furballs. And let's not forget Trevor Moss, head honcho at the Central Okanagan Food Bank. He's like, "Come on, Facebook, we're in a food crisis, not a social media drama." But alas, Facebook's ghosting news, leaving them hungry for both bites and bytes. So there you have it, the great Facebook news blackout of Canada. It's like a sitcom where Facebook's the quirky neighbor who's decided to wear a paper bag over its head, just when we needed information the most. Will the Online News Act swoop in like a superhero to save the day? Will Canadians continue to outsmart Facebook's shenanigans? Stay tuned, eh? Read the full article

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years ago

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idaña: high valyrian meaning twin

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 || your twin never learned how to share, and he always hated when someone tried to take one of his toys.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 || 6.2k

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 || twincest, noncon, kinda reader insert kinda oc because she has white hair and is aemond's twin, aemond is horrible and possessive and very nasty and mean, loss of virginity, pain kink, breeding kink, forced voyeurism/exhibitionism, jealousy, hair pulling, choking, kinda yandere vibes, a slap, brief somnophilia (just mentioned), degradation, angst

this fic is by, for, and about adults. minors do not interact.

this is a dark fic with very triggering content, please keep scrolling if it would be upsetting for you. if you do choose to consume it and you enjoy it, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!

Your fingers toyed with the hem of your dress’ draping sleeves, your thumb nail tracing the golden embroidery at the edges; your teeth bit down on your bottom lip slightly to try to keep your girlish smile at bay. It was the gaze of Ser Corwin that made you so bashful— he was a handsome and kind knight, and every time you watched the men in the courtyard, he noticed you and looked up at you with a gentle smile.

Yes, you’d begun to fancy him; there was just something so… exotic about him. Not in a foreign way, he was a native of your homeland, too— but he was different from everyone you normally spent your time with. The person you spent the most time with was certainly your twin brother, Aemond, and Corwin was nothing like him.

Where Aemond was pallid and sunken, Corwin was tanned and full-faced; Aemond, like nearly every Targaryen, had long silver hair, but Corwin had a mess of amber-brown curls that somehow looked perfect even when they were clearly misbehaving. Most of all, while Aemond tended to be aloof, calculating, and snide, Corwin was patient, sensitive, and passionate. He reminded you of the knights in your storybooks: dashing and fierce in battle, yet tender for the woman they loved.

When your twin turned his face towards you, you looked away quickly, hoping not to get caught looking at the knight in the courtyard below. “Sister,” he said to get your attention, and you looked at him as if you hadn’t even noticed he was looking at you. “Is something the matter? You look flushed.”

“I— no,” you shook your head. “Sorry, brother. My mind is elsewhere.”

He smirked slightly. “Anywhere interesting?”

In the tower, just two nights ago, where Ser Corwin kissed my cheek, and called me beautiful— and told me that he hoped to fight for my hand someday. Swallowing, you shook your head. It had never gone further than those chaste kisses, stolen moments in shadowy corners or secluded alcoves, but for a sheltered princess like yourself, it was an exceptional thrill.

“Ivestragon issa skoros ao issi otāpagon bē,” he pleaded in a whisper to you, leaning closer. Tell me what you are thinking about.

You looked at him more carefully: at the interrogating look in his eye, and the patch covering the other; at the small smirk on his lips. Sighing, you reached up and brushed your fingers over the black leather patch. “Ao gaomagon daor jorrāelagon naejot ruaragon aōha laehurlion,” you replied quietly. You do not need to cover your face.

Smiling softly, he let you reach behind his head and untie the strings, taking the patch off, letting the scars and sparkling gem show in the sunlight of the afternoon. “Iksos bona sȳrkta?” he asked you with a grin. Is that better?

“Olvie,” you agreed; Much. Leaning forward, holding his face softly in your hands, you placed a gentle kiss to the place just under his false eye along the line of the scar; he shut his eyes, though the scarred one still never shut all the way, his lashes resting on the height of his cheeks.

When you broke away, the way he was looking at you had changed just a bit. Giving him one last smile, you rested back in your seat, and he in his own beside you. You both carried on silently, watching the tourney of knights below.

The events of yesterday’s tournament were still fresh in your mind: of Ser Corwin’s victory, after he received your favour; of Aemond’s interrogation about your inner thoughts and your kiss on his eye. None of those events were particularly unique in of themselves. After all, Corwin was a strong and talented knight, and Aemond was always trying to get in your head (and usually succeeding). Of course, giving your brother a kiss was nothing strange, either, as close as you two were. But something about yesterday felt different. It felt worse and worse each day to hide your affections for the handsome knight, most of all because you weren’t exactly sure why you had to hide it— you just knew that it needed to be a secret. And yesterday, you feared more than ever that Aemond would find out soon and how he would respond.

Pulling the blankets up higher over your chest, you turned your head over on the pillow to look over at your twin. He usually woke up before you, so it was rare to see him fast asleep in the early morning like this.

Your mother had tried to get you and Aemond to stop sharing a bed over a decade ago, saying you were ‘no longer of the age where that’s appropriate’. But that had never made sense to you; why shouldn’t you sleep with your twin, your other half, your best friend? He kept you warm at night and let you whisper about your dreams to him when you woke up. And so, every evening, your room was left empty and you cuddled up with Aemond instead.

Reaching up, you tenderly pet your brother’s hair, brushing through the fine silver strands with your fingertips. He hummed as he awoke, turning to smile at you as he blinked his eyes a few times. “I hope I didn’t wake you up,” you whispered.

“Sȳz ñāqes,” he greeted with a rough, low voice; Good morning.

“Did you sleep well?” you asked gently, humming as he pulled you closer and rubbed his cheek on the top of your head. He cleared his throat to get the sleepy gravel out of his voice, holding your face in one hand with his thumb petting your cheek.

“Like a babe,” he replied.

“You woke up to cry and shit every two hours?” you joked, making him laugh and hug you a little tighter, your face pressing to his bare chest.

“I never expected you to be so funny, sister,” he admitted. “You never liked my jokes when we were little.”

“Because your idea of a joke was pulling my hair or spilling my dinner on me,” you rolled your eyes. You paused as you really considered what he’d said, leaning back to look up at his face. “What did you expect me to be?”

His gaze ran over your face carefully, his thumb slowing down a bit as it gently stroked the highest point of your cheekbone, beside your eye. “I always knew you’d be beautiful,” he answered in a soft voice, “and fierce. I thought you might get wiser, but you’ve stayed just as naïve as you were as a little girl.”

Offended, yet flustered, you blinked quickly and looked away from his face, down to his chest and collarbones. “You’re wiser, brother, but still so rarely kind,” you whispered in return.

He sighed as he kissed your temple lightly. “I try to only speak the truth, sister— especially to you,” he explained. “You should tell me the truth, too: you should tell me what’s been on your mind these past weeks.” For emphasis, he toyed with the hair right by the crown of your head. “Something’s been keeping you from me… I miss you.”

You smiled a little, exhaling a ghost of a laugh. “How can you miss me? I am right before you now.”

He said nothing, because he knew you were feigning ignorance— even if he just called you naïve a few seconds ago, he couldn’t believe that you really didn’t understand what he meant.

“Avy jorrāelan, lēkia,” you spoke to him quietly. I love you, brother.

He hummed a bit as you wrapped your arms around him tightly, embracing him and shutting your eyes. He seemed to relax, then, petting your head soothingly. “Nyke gīmigon,” he replied; I know.

It was that same day that you saw the knight again, though you hadn’t realised you would. The afternoon was falling into evening, the sky turning orange above the garden as you wandered it; you loved this time of day, because the sky reminded you of fire. You were looking up at it, probably seeming just as dreamy and careless as Aemond and the rest of your family often accused you of being, when a hand on your shoulder startled you. Turning, it was Corwin behind you, under the shadow of a tall tree.

“Ser Corwin,” you blurted out, “I didn’t expect to encounter you here.”

“I apologise, my princess,” he sighed, “but I couldn’t wait any longer— I had to feel your touch again.”

He suddenly pulled you into him, and part of you wanted to simply swoon and accept it, but just enough of your logical mind remained. “W-we might be seen here,” you noticed.

“Must we always keep our love secret?” he lamented, gripping your arms tighter and smiling down at you— that warm, comforting smile, it melted you.

“Love?” you repeated excitedly.

“Of course,” he breathed, reaching up to caress your cheek. “My princess, my darling… tell me that you could someday be my wife. Even if I am not a noble lord or a political ally— tell me you could forget your duty and we could be wed.”

You swallowed, hoping you could answer him honestly. As far as you knew, you had little duty in marriage as the youngest child of the King— it might displease your parents slightly if you asked to marry a knight, but it wasn’t any kind of treason or even that much of a disruption, especially considering a loyal and just knight like Ser Corwin. “Yes,” you decided, beaming widely, “I hope so— I dream so.”

Smiling back at you, he grabbed your face and kissed you: it was hard and sudden, but lovely. You realised you’d never been kissed this way, with so much passion and joy, and it made your heart sing as your hands reached up to tangle in his curly hair. At that same moment, his hands found your waist and held you close; you felt small in his touch, in a way you enjoyed more than you expected.

Just as you broke away, opening your eyes, you thought you saw something in the corner of your eye— up on one of the nearby balconies, a flurry of white. You turned your head in an instant, looking for it.

“Is everything all right?” Corwin asked.

“Yes— was someone there, on the balcony?” you wondered.

“I didn’t see anyone,” he replied, “but I only see you anyhow.”

The flattery was less effective as an anxious feeling flooded your chest. “W-what if someone’s seen us, Corwin…”

“Then they’ll know how mad I am for you,” he decided proudly, pulling your face back towards him, “and that you’re mad for me as well.”

You blinked up at him, staring into the dark brown abyss of his eyes, letting it wash away your fears.

“Would it be so horrible?” he pressed. “If they knew… are you ashamed of me?”

“No, my love, no,” you promised, petting his cheek quickly, “anything but.”

You couldn’t answer his first question, though; you didn’t know if it would be horrible, if anyone knew. With him holding you like this, you almost didn’t care.

He tried to pull you closer again, but you pulled away. “I should go,” you decided.

“Not so soon,” Corwin pleaded.

“I’m sure I can see you in the morning,” you promised, but he reached for you again.

“I can’t wait that long,” he pouted. “I’ll miss you too greatly— one more kiss, please?”

Though you hesitated, you leaned forward to peck his cheek. He turned his face to catch your lips, just for a moment; you pulled back again, face warming.

“I’ll be thinking of you,” he promised.

You nodded and stepped away, biting your nail as you walked back towards the castle; as much as you wanted to promise the same, for some reason, all you could think of was your brother.

Seeking him straight away, navigating the stone halls, you went to Aemond’s (and, functionally, your own) chambers. Already you feared he wouldn’t be there, and then your worries would grow even more about where he was— where he had been, more specifically.

In retrospect, you shouldn’t have been so eager, swinging open the door so dramatically: it made you look sort of foolish when he was sitting back in a chair, reading a book. He was well into it, he must’ve been here for hours to get that far in; you sighed with relief, and he looked up at you, seeming confused.

“My apologies,” you nodded, “I hope I didn’t disturb your reading, Aemond.”

He shook his head, looking back at the book as his cheek rested on his fist. “No trouble. Come in.”

You tried to examine him as you shut the door behind you and moved further into the room; you hoped to notice if he seemed irritated or emotional in some way, in case it was him you saw in the corner of your eye in the garden. He was hard to read, just sitting there, but if anything he seemed… normal. It relieved you, partially, though you were still cautious as you broke the silence. “How is your evening?”

He nodded as he shut his book. “Painfully uneventful. Yours?”

Continuing to approach him, you hoped he couldn’t see everything on your face. “About the same.”

As he stood, he took your hand and lifted it to his lips for a kiss on your fingers. “I missed you, sister. I wondered where you’d gone— you know I prefer to read with you laying beside me.”

You nodded, remembering how many nights you fell asleep with your head on his chest and his arm around you as he read— aloud to you, sometimes, or silently to himself. “I was in the garden,” you explained. I thought I saw you there, you wanted to say, but you worried it would give away too much.

“Alone?”

You tensed up a bit. “Yes.”

He sighed slightly, but smiled; you relaxed again.

“What were you reading?” you asked, looking at the book— but he suddenly touched your face, getting your attention back.

"Hm," he hummed sharply as he lifted your chin, contemplating you with his stare. "Pretty and sweet, but never very smart, were you, dear sister?"

Before you could ask him what he meant by that, the back of his hand collided with your cheek and spun your face to the side.

"A-Aemond!" you yelped, holding your stinging cheek, and he grabbed the front of your dress to roughly pull you into him.

"You should know better than to lie," he hissed at you, rage seeping through his teeth. "I never expected you to lie to me— or to be a whore either.”

“I-I’m not!” you denied.

“You let some pathetic knight kiss you! It made me sick,” he spat. “You've always been mine, sister— did they never tell you? You were betrothed to me since we were born."

You shook your head, eyes watering, and he held your chin with his other hand so you couldn’t move anymore— so you had to look at him. “It’s not— that’s not true…”

“It is,” he insisted, “I said I would always tell you the truth. I always have. But I guess I never told you, fully, what my purpose for you was— what we must do, to keep our family strong.”

He spun you around quickly, pulling your back to his chest, holding painfully tight onto your shoulders. “Aemond, please, I’m sorry—”

“No,” he interrupted, “you’re not. Not yet.”

He began to rip through your dress— fine silk splitting down the back like it was parchment. “What— Aemond, what are you—?!”

His hand snapped up to cover your mouth as he snarled, holding your head against his chest. The other hand kept tugging and ripping your dress until it fell to the floor in tatters; your tear ran over his fingertips. “Hmm,” you heard a deep sound vibrate in his chest as he looked down at you, rubbing his hand over your bare skin. Your stomach dropped as he touched you, his breath on the side of your face, his eyes boring into you. “Mandia,” he whispered to you, the Valyrian word for sister, “did that knight touch you like this?”

You cried harder, though the sound was silenced by his hand tight on your mouth, as you shook your head.

“Now, don’t lie,” Aemond warned you. “Did that filthy knight touch you this way?”

His hand explored everywhere it could reach: rubbing your thighs, squeezing your tits, even cupping your mound for a moment which made your insides clench. You shook your head again.

You could feel his smile, you could hear it somehow, just beside your ear. “Good,” he praised— somehow, it made you feel a little better. It made you less worried that he was angry with you. “Only I should be allowed to touch you. And I should never have waited so long…”

His breathing was heavy and careful as he touched you, and his fingers ghosted over your skin with that same lithe grace that he always carried. Even when you were looking away, and couldn’t see his face— even when he wasn’t speaking— it was impossible to forget that it was your twin’s hands on your body.

“I’ll admit, I did touch you while you slept sometimes,” he added, laughing slightly, “but it’s better like this. It’s better feeling you shake… and hearing you cry…”

You shut your eyes tightly, and felt his lips press to your temple.

“I wanted to wait, you know— preserve your purity until our wedding night. But I'm so tired of waiting…"

He seemed to lose track of his sentence as he focused more on feeling you, on watching his hands explore your shivering body. It caused his hand to drop from your mouth, allowing you to reply in a weak voice. "Please, brother, you can't…" you began, trailing off to whine as both his hands groped your chest, even teasing and pinching your tightened nipples.

"Can't?" he repeated. "What can't I do to you? Ao issi ñuhon." You are mine.

The slight hint of amusement in his voice was gone as he pushed you right up to the bed, making you cry loudly as you realised he was really going to go through with this— up until now, you thought he was just trying to scare you.

"You belong to me," he hissed, forcing you to bend over as he pushed your shoulders into the mattress.

"Aemond, please! Please, no," you sobbed weakly, though you didn't even try to resist him physically— you couldn't, even with only one hand he held you down easily and kept you pliant, as the other landed a harsh smack on your bottom.

"I never wanted it to be like this, sister," he sighed, petting the stinging skin he'd just assaulted. "I wanted to be kind and gentle to you. But I've no choice— you embarrassed us both, and forgot your place."

After another hit that made you yelp in pain, you heard the sound of him opening his trousers behind you, and you cried harder. Thinking that begging in Valyrian might sway him more, you found yourself repeating kostilus ("please") and lēkia ("brother") over and over, but you were ignored.

You only stopped when you felt something hot press up against the swollen lips of your cunt. "My, dripping already, sister?" Aemond noticed, sounding pleased, as he started to swipe the head of his cock through your folds, forcing your lips apart for the thickness of his tip.

You'd felt his cock a few times before, when he was aroused in the mornings and pressed it against you— or when you were younger, and in your curiosity played naughty games like children do. But you'd never felt it like this, pressed right up to your opening, bare skin on skin. You'd known already that it was thick, but with clothes in between it never felt intimidating like it did now: even just the very tip of it, sliding up and down over your slick cunt, made you terrified of how brutally it would deflower you. "Please— it's not going to fit," you warned.

He only laughed, making you feel even more stupid. "Silly girl… it never fits the first time," he explained, "that's why it's so important that you saved yourself for me, for this moment: I'll make you mine and only I will fit you after this. No other man can have you… you'll be only mine, forever."

He had to punch his hips forward sharply to be able to go inside; it made you wince, but you tried not to react too loudly as you knew this was only just the beginning.

You still couldn't have imagined how much of him there really was left.

He put the rest of his cock into you slowly— to remind you that even as angry as he was, he had never lost control. He carefully slid every centimetre into you, listening to every whimper as the stretch broke your maidenhead and opened your body for the first time. "Aemond," you cried softly, struggling to believe it was your own brother hurting you like this. "I'm sorry, Aemond, lēkia, I'm so sorry—"

"Shh, shh," he soothed, petting your back— but still pushing his hips steadily forward until all of him was sheathed in you. "Gods above, you have such a nice cunt… so warm…"

You felt actually nauseous, because he was so deep in you— like he would stir your stomach and make you sick when he moved. But no, when he moved again— slowly, deliberately— you didn't feel sick. You felt pain, and your legs began to shake, but that's it. "You're hurting me, brother, please—!"

"Shh," he interrupted firmly. "I think you'll like it, once you accept it. I know you were made to take my cock, darling, it fits in you so well."

It didn't feel like it fit well— it still hurt, it still made you ache deep inside. But he was certainly enjoying it: he kept moaning each time he filled you to the brim, examining closely the way your face tightened up and twisted in pain. He obviously liked hurting you, specifically he liked knowing he could hurt you and get away with it.

"So well— you're doing so well already," he whispered to you, a strain in his voice from his own pleasure. Each time he pulled back it seemed like he only went deeper in the next stroke; your toes curled against the floor, sometimes your legs even kicked up and your fists balled up the blankets under you. "Fuck, you know who you belong to now, don't you, sister?" he grunted, starting to move faster far sooner than you were ready for it. "You know that you're nothing but your brother's whore, yes?"

The next thrust into you was fast and sharp; it made your whole body jolt, and a cry jump from your lips. And he did it again, and again, and again.

You tried to get up on the bed, tried to crawl away to keep it from being so painfully deep inside you, but he grunted and pushed you down— he got up on the bed, too, and growled as he kept you pinned, fucking you harder as punishment for your disobedience. "Just stay still," he ordered, "just stay fucking still and take it!"

Holding you down more forcefully, fingers digging into your shoulder and side, he let go of any reservation he might have had and began to really fuck you— hard and rough and needy, more focused on his own frustration than anything. You sobbed your apologies over and over until they were just useless blabbering, pathetic cries as weak and broken as you felt. You weren't just his whore, you were his toy.

But something had changed in the way you cried; it wasn't just pain anymore, in fact, it was hardly that. You were crying most of all because of the way your body, betraying you, responded to him. It was beginning to almost feel pleasurable— there was still a sting in the stretch, and yet a fullness that made your back arch on its own. There was still an ache inside you, but it made you long for more, not less. Every forced push into you made his cock rub alongside something, a sensitive place on your walls that seemed to awake even more the longer it went on.

Now, when your toes curled, it wasn't in agony but ecstasy. And you hated yourself for it.

"You are a whore," he insisted again, though his voice was quiet and rough. "Do you see how much you enjoy it? Should I have not waited so long, darling? You longed for me, didn't you?"

There was really no point denying it now; he'd believe what he wanted anyway, and probably end up convincing you to believe it, too. You whimpered as his face appeared beside yours, kissing one of your tears away.

"Gevie," he praised; beautiful. "I know you wanted this so badly. That's why you teased me, isn't it? Let me catch you in the garden with that boy? Because you wanted me to stop waiting, and finally take you as my own."

He cooed at you, clicking his tongue; you groaned as he forced his cock as deep as he could possibly push it, holding your hips down with one hand and petting your head with the other.

"Shh, shh," he soothed, "I know— it'll all be right now, my darling. All is as it should be now. Do you know whose you are?"

Shakily, you nodded, and he sat up again so his face wasn't so oppressively close.

"Good," he decided. "Now let's make sure everyone else knows."

He whistled, loudly, the way he did when he wanted to summon the guards outside into the room. "N-no, I can't— they can't see me like—" you began to protest.

He ignored you as the guards entered, and his hips stilled as he spoke to them. Your head was hot and spinning as you heard him talking to them, knowing they were standing right there as you were laid on the bed, naked, being used by your own twin right in front of them.

"Bring that knight," Aemond requested of the guards. "The one my dolt of a sister kissed."

"No!" you screamed. "No, please, please—"

"Shh, he needs to see this," Aemond insisted, petting your silver hair as you sobbed into the blankets. You heard the door shut again, and prayed that somehow Corwin had known to run far away from this place and never come back. "Oh, don't be embarrassed," he soothed you coldly, playing with your hair as you kept hiding your face. "Those guards only saw you for a moment, sister. If you learn your lesson this time, I won't let them see you like that again."

He leaned in closer, his voice tickling your ear until you turned your head away.

"But if you don't keep your voice down, they'll probably hear you anyways," he reminded you with a little chuckle.

He started to move again, faster than before he'd stopped, and you shuddered; you should've enjoyed the moment of a break while you could.

His own sighs were getting louder and more frequent, and his thumb massaged up and down your spine while he fucked you: you couldn't tell if he was trying to soothe or savour you. "Mm, how lovely you are," he spoke, under his breath, as his hand reached down to get a handful of your bum. He pulled that handful to the side, so it wouldn't block his view of your cunt stretched out for his cock, and you felt terribly exposed. "I'm afraid you'll ruin the bed linens with your slick… you've already coated my cock quite nicely— and look, it's on your thighs too… what a mess."

He sighed and clicked his tongue like he was disappointed in you for it; your chest twisted. "I-I'm sorry," you said again.

"Hmm," was his only reply.

There was a knock at the doors just before they opened, and as footsteps approached the bed, you turned your face away so you wouldn't have to see it.

"Oh! That was quick," Aemond announced. "Come closer, knight, get a good look."

You tried to move your arms up to cover your face better, you tried to grab the blankets to hide your whole head under, but your brother wouldn't allow that.

"Don't hide your face, sister," he cooed, the gentleness of his voice in opposition with the way he roughly tugged on your hair to force you to arch your back and expose your face. You cried harder at the sight of your beloved Corwin, your sweet knight, standing in front of you; his face painted in betrayal and heartbreak at the sight before him. "Tell him who you are," Aemond ordered you.

"I…" you whispered shakily, getting louder when your twin tugged your hair again. "I am my brother's whore!"

"Mm," Aemond hummed approvingly. "Yes, you are, my love. Look at his face, darling— look how disgusted he is with you."

Blinking tears away, you did: you saw the way his eyes ran over your face, down to your weak and shaking body that Aemond was fucking into roughly. You could tell he'd never look at you again as he has before.

"He only wanted your purity," Aemond explain in a whisper, "he doesn't want you now that your brother has defiled and claimed you. He never loved you, sister… only I love you."

"You're lying," you sobbed, "you're lying to me, Aemond!"

"I'd never lie to you," he promised, speaking just beside your ear, turning your head so you had to look at the knight again, who watched the sick display with a grimace on his lips and tears on his cheeks. "I won't hurt you again, if you do not disrespect me any further. Do you know your place now, my sister?"

He got angry when you didn't respond, tugging your hair again until you whined. Against all logic, the dull pain made a chill of pleasure run down your back.

"It's a simple fucking question," he sneered. "Yes—" he forced your head to nod by pulling your hair up and down— "or no—" he forced you to shake your head by pulling your hair side to side. "Do you know your place now?"

"Yes," you whispered weakly. "Yes, my brother."

"Is it playing childish games, flirting with boys in the courtyard, taunting horny knights with your maidenhead?" he asked you, and you sniffled before you answered.

"N-no…"

"Good," he smiled. "Is it in our bed, pleasing me, serving me, and keeping the bloodline pure?"

You exhaled shakily, but finally nodded your head— you were crying too hard to speak properly. Worst of all, you were afraid if you spoke aloud, they'd both hear you moan; you hated this like nothing else, in your mind and in your heart, and yet your body was washed over and over with pleasure. You weren't sure you could take it, how good it felt, and you were fighting everything in you to keep the ecstasy at bay.

"Yes," he agreed as he whispered in your ear. "Yes, that's it. That's your place, princess."

"May I be dismissed, my lord?" you heard Corwin's voice ask your twin weakly. Aemond didn't even look away from you, didn't even slow down.

"Not until she comes," Aemond decided. "I'd like you to see how much she loves this."

He grabbed your wrists and pulled them behind your back, forcing you onto your knees and keeping your upper body suspended; it made the sounds of skin on skin even louder in the room, along with the moans you couldn't help but release.

Aemond himself moaned louder, too, his hands squeezing your wrists and his heavy balls hitting your cunt each time he thrusted forward. "I suppose I can't blame you for wanting to fuck her," he offered the knight, who didn't seem to find it all that comforting. "She's so pretty, isn't she? And a tight little cunt— fuck, it keeps squeezing me, it's how I know she's about to come for me. Aren't you, darling? About to come for your brother?"

You dropped your head in shame and defeat. You didn't even know what it felt like to come, you'd never done it before— no one ever told you it was possible, actually. So, you didn't realise what you were approaching as your moans grew louder and louder, as your legs started to shake and your cunt pulsed rhythmically. All you knew was that you needed it to keep going, you needed this feeling to get bigger and bigger until it consumed all of you.

He hissed praises in Valyrian at you— kessa ("yes") and sȳz ("good") and, of course, māzigon ("come", though it wasn't usually used to mean what he meant it as). The encouragement did little for you compared to the constant assault on your walls, faster and harder with each thrust until your defences broke and it hit you all at once: with a cry, the last of your energy causing your back to arch and your head to tilt back.

Sobs of his name broke out of your sore throat, tears running down your face and making a puddle in the sheets— well, a new puddle… you'd already made one with your arousal as he so keenly noticed.

"What ever will I do with you, sister?" Aemond scolded through his teeth. "Calling yourself a princess, acting like an innocent girl, when you're nothing but a whore. All you wanted was a good fuck, yes? You should've come to me first, only your brother can make you feel like this."

Grabbing your jaw, Aemond forced your limp head to turn up slightly, so you could look at the knight in front of you once more. He held your face and kissed it, before whispering his demand in your ear.

"Tell him that you don't love him," he instructed.

"I… I don't love you," you spoke weakly to Corwin, your voice breaking and your words slurred as you tried to think clearly in the afterglow of such a sensation.

"Tell him you only love me," he added.

"I… I only love my brother, Aemond," you repeated dutifully.

He planted a kiss on your cheek as a reward.

"Please," Corwin begged, barely keeping a straight face as tears welled in his eyes, "let me leave…"

"You may go," he decided, and Corwin bowed quickly before departing in a blur, the door slamming behind him. You and your brother were alone again, as you often were, but you'd never in all your life felt so lonely before. "I thought about having his cock cut off," Aemond admitted, "but I couldn't be that cruel. It's better this way— he'll go fuck some other dumb girl, probably by the end of the night. You never meant anything to him but a chance at something warm to put his prick in."

"S'not true," you sniffled.

"It is, my darling little sister— it is true," he insisted. "He never loved you, no one could ever love you the way that I do."

He let you collapse onto the bed, finally, and fell on top of you. His lips and teeth took turns with gentle kisses and harsh bites along your neck and shoulder, grunts from his throat turning into deep and hungry moans.

"My pretty sister," he mumbled roughly. "It's nearly time: I'm going to give you a sweet little babe, a pure Targaryen, doesn't that sound nice?"

"I… I don't…" you started and trailed off. You'd wanted children someday, but not so soon, not when you were unmarried— and not by your brother.

"Shh, shh," he silenced you again, "just tell me you love me. That's all you need to say, just tell me that you love me."

"Avy jorrāelan, lēkia," you whimpered, repeating it over and over until his movements stilled with a long, satisfied sigh— and then you were both laying there in a daze, his weight atop you, his lips just by your ear and heavy breaths falling from them.

"You'll be even more beautiful with our child inside," he decided with a happy, hazy sigh. "We can be wed before the month is through… that should make sure no more knights come sniffing around you, hm?"

You didn't respond, you only laid there, numb. He rolled off of you but pulled you with him, keeping his cock inside you and holding your back close to his chest. Gentle kisses trailed your shoulder as his fingers traced random shapes on your arm. Your eyes grew heavier and heavier, the exhaustion from your body seeming to infect your mind as well.

"You can sleep, my love," he whispered to you soothingly. "I'll hold you all night, just the way you like, all right?"

Sleepily, you nodded, letting a final tear roll down your face sideways as your eyes shut. "Yes, Aemond," you answered, already halfway drifted into darkness.

He gave one more kiss to your cheek and hugged you tightly. "Sȳz bantis, issa ābrazȳrys," he offered to you under his breath. Good night, my wife.

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From Sukuna, made with love

Christmas is your favorite time of the year. You love the coziness, the warmth, the love. But unfortunately, all this feels less magical when you know you will spend Christmas Eve alone. And so you desperately try to find someone to keep you company via your dating app. But maybe the real magic of Christmas is already right in front of you, brewing your favorite coffee and baking your favorite cupcakes while wearing a far too smug smirk and complaining too loudly about the stupid Santa hat he has to wear at work.

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff, Christmas AU, Coffee Shop AU Word Count: 6.5k Warnings: none, just lots of fluff, flirting and kissing. This is a non-curses AU. Sukuna is the barista from hell to some of his customers but not to you :) All characters are of age. My blog contains 18+ content. Minors don't interact.

This is my contribution to my sweet friend @shirohyorin's Ficmas Calendar! Thank you so much for hosting this cute collab, Loni! I hope my story can add to the coziness you are spreading over our dash. I wish everyone a sweet December and merry Christmas if you celeberate it!

December 1

The doorbell jingles softly as you enter your favorite coffee shop. The smell that drifts towards you makes you immediately think of Christmas. The rich taste of coffee and hot chocolate laced with cinnamon and gingerbread spice.

You sigh happily. This is your little sanctuary every morning before you start your hectic work day. And especially now, when the countdown to Christmas has begun, and the pretty Christmas decorations and lights are up, this little coffeeshop all in white is the coziest place you know.

You smile to yourself, already looking forward to a little treat before work, a gingerbread latte, and maybe a cinnamon roll. You look over at the counter, expecting to see the owner or one of the usual baristas. But you blink in surprise when your gaze lands on someone else.

A new guy.

He stands out in the white interior like a black sheep amidst its white herd. He is dressed all in black and is tall and muscular with an athletic build. His hair is pink and styled in a fashionable-looking undercut. His ears are pierced several times, and his face is adorned with filigree black tattooed lines.

He looks intimidating. Strikingly attractive but scary. And definitely very out of place in the middle of all the sparkly white and silver Christmas decorations.

The woman before you grabs her bag of cookies and leaves, giving you space to step up to the counter.

Your breath catches when a pair of pretty maroon eyes meets yours. They are framed by long black lashes and a second pair of eyes, tattoed ones, black and red. But what strikes you the most is the intensity with which those eyes look at you. As if the owner of those eyes can see right into your soul.

The corners of his eyes crinkle, and you realize that the new guy is smirking at you, looking almost infuriatingly smug, as if he knows how flustered you are by his gaze.

Even his voice is mocking you. A sexy lazy drawl that should rather be used in the bedroom than in a cozy little coffee shop at 7:00 in the morning!

"Good morning, princess. What can I get you?"

"Sukuna, you shouldn't call customers pet names!"

"Oh, shut up, Yuuta! Get back into the kitchen or something and stop getting on my nerves. I'm just being nice. Isn't that what is expected of me here?"

You watch the little quarrel with wide eyes until those maroon eyes snap back to you. The new guy, Sukuna apparently, laughs softly, revealing two rows of straight white teeth. And a pink tongue that curls upwards to press its tip to his front teeth, letting you catch a glimpse of something sparkly in his mouth. You realize only a split second later that Sukuna has a tongue piercing. You don't know why this fact makes your pulse flutter.

Sukuna cocks his head, fixing you with his intense gaze and a lifted eyebrow, like a cat checking you out, deciding whether you are worthy of its presence,

"So, let's try this again, huh? What do you want to order?"

"Um...I...a ... a large gingerbread latte, please...but can I get extra cinnamon, please?"

"Sure, anything you want, princess."

He smirks at you again before walking over to the coffeemaker. He is really tall. And his skinny black jeans are snug on his thighs and firm butt, making you silently curse yourself for checking out your new barista's ass. Sukuna is looking at you over his broad shoulder and asking in that velvety voice,

"What's your name?"

You tell him, and he nods, grabbing the pen next to the coffeemaker and scribbling your name on a paper cup before he starts preparing your order.

A few moments later, Sukuna puts the cup in front of you with another big grin on his handsome face.

"Here, enjoy!"

His long fingers are still wrapped around the cup. He's wearing black nail polish. Of course, he is! You almost snort. But his handwriting is surprisingly elegant.

You take the cup from him and give him a polite smile,

"Thank you. Have a nice day."

"Have a nice day too, sweetheart. Make sure to come back tomorrow."

His voice is filled with amusement, and the cheeky wink he gives you is absolutely not the way the other baristas treat the customers.

You quickly leave, wondering why your face feels so warm. It must be the heating in the coffee shop.

December 2

"Good morning, princess. I'll get your order."

You are greeted by a smirking Sukuna, who is leaning casually against the shiny white counter, bracing himself on his elegant hands. The sleeves of his black sweater are pushed up to his elbows, exposing a pair of tattoed forearms. Tattooed and toned.

You stare at them for a moment too long before you lift your face to blink still a bit sleepily at Sukuna. His words register in your mind, and you frown in confusion.

"But...I didn't order anything yet."

"Oh, you don't have to. I know what you want."

His maroon eyes sparkle teasingly. You hate the way you get so flustered by a stupid comment like that. But something about the way Sukuna looks at you with so much confidence and smugness makes it hard not to get nervous.

Sukuna chuckles and turns around to walk over to the coffeemaker. When he comes back to place the paper cup in front of you, you see your name written on it correctly with a smiling face next to it, and Sukuna announces in a triumphant tone,

"Large gingerbread latte with extra cinnamon."

He really remembered your name and your coffee order. You can't help but be impressed. It took his coworkers weeks to remember those things.

You leave the coffee shop with a smile, sighing happily as you take the first sip of your gingerbread latte with extra cinnamon. Perfect! Exactly like you want it.

December 6

You are in a bad mood this morning as you wait in line in the little coffee shop. Your thoughts are occupied with what your workday holds in store for you today. So you barely manage a weak smile when it's your turn to place your order.

Sukuna raises an eyebrow,

"Rough morning ahead, princess?"

You nod, oddly touched that he noticed something is amiss.

"Yeah, I have a meeting with my boss today, and he will probably give me even more work."

Sukuna srunches his nose,

"In that case, you need something sweet to get you through the day. Take one of the red velvet cupcakes! They are the best. Trust me on that."

Before you can reply, he is already leaning down to grab a plate with a delicious-looking cupcake out of the glass display. He puts it on the counter in front of you with a boyish grin.

"Something sweet for a sweet girl."

You feel like an idiot when you drop the money you want to give him and have to pick it up from the floor with your ears ringing from the blood rushing into your head. Sukuna's laughter still carries through the coffee shop when you have already reached the door.

December 7

"There she is! Hey, how did you like the cupcake? I didn't promise too much, did I?"

You can't help but laugh as Sukuna greets you with those words.

"It was one of the best cupcakes I ever ate! Thank you for recommending it."

He pouts, huffing in mock exasperation as he crosses his toned arms in front of his defined chest.

"Only one of the best? Then I'll make it even more delicious next time, so it will become the best cupcake you ever had. I'm not ok with only being second best!"

That makes you stop and raise your eyebrows,

"Wait, did you bake them?"

Sukuna laughs and nods smugly. There's a proud twinkle in his eyes.

"Yeah, I did. Tell me what you want me to change about the recipe, and the next batch will be the custom-made cupcake of your dreams."

Somehow you have no doubt that he is ambitious enough to really do that. And so you put a finger to your lips and lift your eyes in a playful thinking gesture,

"Hmmm, in that case, I really would love dark chocolate frosting instead of the vanilla one."

"Ok! My favorite customer wants dark chocolate. She'll get dark chocolate!"

You can't help but laugh at Sukuna's words, and hours later, when you are already sitting at your desk at work, his low playful voice still plays in your head. "My favorite customer," he said.

His favorite, huh?

A smile lifts the corners of your lips. Sukuna is definitely well on the way to becoming your favorite barista too.

As rude as he is, he is also pretty charming. You have to admit that. He definitely manages to lift your mood before a long workday. And maybe you are looking forward to his teasing comments and smug smirk every morning. Just a tiny bit.

December 8

The first thing you see when entering the coffee shop is Sukuna's smirk, and he lifts a tattoed hand to wave at you and give you one of his teasing winks.

You chuckle softly and wave back at him as you get in line behind the other customers.

When you are only one customer away from the counter, the man in front of you steps to the side, allowing you to get a good look at the display stand. Behind the glass is a delicious-looking tray of red velvet cupcakes. This time with a dark chocolate topping, exactly as you wished for.

Your lips lift in a smile. And then your gaze lands on the little chalkboard in front of the cupcake tray. There is written in Sukuna's elegant handwriting, "(Y/N)'s dream cupcakes".

December 10

When you enter the coffee shop this morning, you are greeted by the sight of red amongst the otherwise white interior. The two employees you see both wear bright red Santa hats.

Not Sukuna, though. He chooses that moment to stride out of the kitchen, carrying a baking sheet with Christmas cookies, looking as un-Christmassy as usual.

"Hey, Sukuna, put the hat back on! You know we have to wear them! Same rules for everyone!"

Sukuna rolls his eyes at his coworker as he places the cookies in the glass display.

"Tsk, I won't do that shit. It looks ridiculous."

His maroon gaze meets yours, and he grins.

"Let's ask a customer! Hey, princess, I'll let you be the judge."

And before you can say anything, Sukuna already grabs his discarded Santa hat and puts it on his pink hair. His eyes sparkle challengingly as he raises an eyebrow at you and points one long tattoed finger to his head,

"What do you think? This looks stupid, doesn't it?"

You stare at him wide-eyed, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights with all eyes on you. Especially that pair of maroon eyes that fixes you with an intense gaze and a smirk so attractive it should be illegal.

Your mind isn't functioning properly with all this attention on you before you even had your first fix of caffeine. And so you just blurt out what comes to your mind,

"I think it looks really good on you!"

It does. Everything looks good on Sukuna! He is gorgeous. He could even wear some reindeer antlers and a glowing red nose and pose as Rudolph, and he would still look hot!

Maybe your answer was a bit too enthusiastic, though, judging by the smug look on Sukuna's face. You feel embarrassed, averting your gaze quickly and feeling much too hot suddenly. But Sukuna just laughs.

"Well, in that case, I'll leave it on. Just for you, sweetheart."

The loud "Ooooooh!!" coming from the people in the waiting line behind you makes you wish the ground would swallow you whole, but at the same time, you cannot help but snicker softly and grin as you take your coffee from Sukuna.

The grin won't leave your face even when you are already on your train to work.

December 12

Today you chose to pay the little coffee shop a visit after work. It's already pretty late, but you can't bring yourself to get up from your comfy seat at your favorite table that lets you watch the wintery street. People rush past the coffee shop on their way back home from work. Some carry big bags filled with Christmas presents, probably. You see small children on their parents' hands, pointing excitedly at the Christmas lights installed on the street lamps and the buildings.

It started to snow an hour ago, and now the trees lining the street are covered in fluffy-looking powdery snow. You watch, mesmerized, as big snowflakes slowly soar down from the sky.

It's so comfortable here in the coffee shop. Warm and cozy. You take a sip from your coffee before closing the e-mail you have been responding to. And now your finger lands on another app.

Tokyo Hearts – The dating app for lonely city hearts.

You open the app and get greeted by their current seasonal welcome message. You don't want to be alone on the merriest day of the year? Find a date for Christmas Eve here and discover true love.

You sigh. If only it was so easy! As much as you love Christmas time, it also gives you a little pang this year because you know you will be lonely on Christmas Eve.

Or maybe not! A notification pops up, telling you there is a new message for you.

The guy who sent it looks cute. And he works in an animal shelter, which makes him sound like the type of guy you could like.

Your finger hovers over the reply button, thinking hard about what you could message him back when a low voice next to your ear makes you jump,

"Are you looking for a boyfriend online, princess?"

You squeal loudly and almost drop your phone, struggling to catch it before it falls into your coffee.

Your gaze snaps up to Sukuna's tall figure, seeing him grin that insufferable grin at you.

You hurriedly lock your phone screen while trying to fight the embarrassment washing over you. As if Sukuna caught you doing something dirty.

"W...what are you doing over here, Sukuna?"

Sukuna graces you with a shit-eating teasing grin as he replies,

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe I work here. Maybe I am being a good employee for once and checking on my customers to see if they are happy in our wonderful coffee shop or if they have another wish. Crazy, I know!"

His maroon eyes are full of mischief as he leans casually against your table.

You huff and roll your eyes,

"Wow, I guess I am talking to the employee of the month. But I don't need anything at the moment, thank you."

Sukuna laughs at your reply, but he doesn't leave. Instead, he shoves his hands into the pocket of the apron he is wearing over his black jeans and sweater and eyes you with a strange look on his handsome face.

"Be careful if you want to meet up with one of those guys from your little dating app. You never know what kind of idiots hide behind that screen."

That makes you blink up at him, surprised at the uncharacteristically serious tone of his usually so playful and teasing voice. Sukuna is towering over you with his tall height, but the bright red Santa hat atop his pink hair makes him look cute instead of intimidating today.

And his concern is touching. You find yourself nodding slowly and smiling gratefully at him.

"I'll be careful. Thank you, Sukuna."

December 13

Your date with the animal shelter guy is a disaster.

You asked him to meet you in the coffee shop, and at first glance animal shelter guy is cute. But it only takes about ten minutes to realize that a cute face doesn't make a cute personality.

He is annoying. A know-it-all who keeps talking over you, making fun of your taste in movies and music, scrunching his nose at your job, and even looking down on the gingerbread latte with the extra cinnamon you love so much.

Not even half an hour into the date, you already know you never want to see him again. But he refuses to get the hint even when you start responding with only one-worded answers. You have a feeling he even prefers that you don't talk anymore because, most of all, he likes to listen to himself. And so he keeps on talking, sharing his opinions with you about this and that.

You zone out and let your gaze wander across the coffee shop and over to the counter, where Sukuna's tall figure is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed in front of his broad chest. His maroon eyes meet yours. He has been watching your table, you realize.

He raises one eyebrow curiously, and then his gaze slips to your date and then back to you with a knowing grin. He lifts his right hand and makes a throat-slitting gesture.

You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing out loud, but your eyes sparkle amusedly at him as you nod softly.

Sukuna pushes himself off the wall and grabs a tray with a large coffee cup that his coworker just put on the counter, making said coworker complain loudly. But Sukuna ignores him and, to your astonishment, starts walking toward your table.

Your eyes widen in foreboding as Sukuna stops next to your table, smiling down at animal shelter guy. It's a dangerous smile. And his low voice is sugary sweet, dripping with fake politeness,

"Here is your order, sir."

Your date lifts his head to snap at Sukuna,

"What do you mean!? I didn't order anything."

Sukuna's smirk grows wider as he stands there in all his glory, tall and gorgeous, looking intimidating with all his tattoos and piercings and the toned muscles of his biceps flexed from balancing the tray.

He cocks his head, eyeing your date with an amused expression on his handsome face that reminds you of a cat playing with a mouse,

"Aww, you didn't? Well, I guess this is on the house, then. Enjoy."

And with that, Sukuna flicks his long fingers against the large coffee cup, making it tip over.

You watch in fascinated horror as the coffee spills out of the cup and gushes over animal shelter guy's shirt.

"What the fuck!!?? Can't you be more careful!??"

Your date jumps up from his seat, hands twisted in his soaking wet shirt while he glares daggers at Sukuna, who just watches him with a satisfied grin.

You can't help but laugh but try to hide it by coughing into your hand while you watch the scene before you.

Animal shelter guy is now gesturing wildly with his hands, spitting insults at Sukuna.

But Sukuna just smiles devilishly at him and informs him in a dangerously soft voice,

"I want you to walk out that door now and never come back."

"I will NOT do that! Who do you think you are? I want to talk to your boss!"

That makes Sukuna laugh,

"Oh, I can do anything I want. My shift, my rules. And you are banned for a lifetime. Bye bye loverboy."

Sukuna jerks his chin towards the door and adds,

"You better not make me drag you out."

His gaze is stern now. The smile is gone. And apparently, your date finally gets the hint that he shouldn't get on Sukuna's wrong side. He scrambles to grab his jacket and hurries towards the door without a glance back,

Sukuna calls after him,

"And don't ever contact her again! I will find out about it if you do!"

You spend the next hour chatting with your favorite barista and eating a red velvet cupcake which he brings to your table with the words:

"On the house because you deserve that after having to listen to that loser for longer than a minute."

When you leave, you smile and call out softly,

"Thank you, Sukuna."

His answering smile is so genuine and pretty that it makes your breath catch in your throat.

December 14

You have a dream where you are at a speed-dating event in the coffee shop, and Sukuna walks from table to table and pours various drinks over every potential date partner.

December 15

You can already spot Sukuna from outside the coffee shop. He stands out, as usual, dressed all in black, tall and athletic, with pastel-colored pink hair and black tattoos.

But you realize immediately that there's an important detail missing. Where is the Santa hat he is supposed to wear?

You scrunch your nose. Maybe he decided to fuck the rules after all. It would suit him. You shake your head in amusement and push the door open.

The little bell jingles, and the comforting smell of coffee and Christmas wraps you in its cozy embrace.

And a pair of maroon eyes instantly meets yours.

Your heart does a weird thing. It throbs.

And Sukuna strides over to the counter and grabs something off it. His Santa hat, you realize a moment later, when he puts it on his head while grinning broadly at you.

The gesture makes you laugh, and when it's your turn to place your order, you can't help but comment teasingly,

"I see you are following your boss' wishes. Good boy."

At the beginning of the month, you wouldn't have dared talk like that to Sukuna. But by now, the two of you have established quite the playful banter, so teasing him back a little won't hurt, you assume.

Sukuna throws his head back, laughing loudly, revealing his slightly pointy canines and the silver tongue piercing that glitters in the light of the coffee shop. His voice is a low, seductive purr when he answers,

"Oh, I'm not wearing that stupid hat for my boss. I'm only wearing it for you."

And once again, you leave the coffee shop with a big grin and a fluttery feeling in your stomach.

December 16

There's a small heart doodled onto your coffee-to-go cup.

You spot it in the middle of a meeting when you play with the cup in your hand and turn it to look at your name in Sukuna's elegant handwriting.

A heart.

It's red.

You didn't even know they have a red pen in the coffee shop.

When your boss asks you a question, you stutter because you have no idea what he is talking about.

The paper cup stays on your desk even after it is empty.

December 17

The 17th day of December is the day when the "red velvet incident" happens.

You're standing in the waiting line, smiling to yourself as you already look forward to your gingerbread latte and a yummy red velvet cupcake. Of course, the ones with the dark chocolate frosting. The ones Sukuna always bakes for you now.

But your smile wavers when you catch a glimpse of the display and see that only one cupcake is left. And, of course, the guy in front of you orders a red velvet cupcake right now.

You silently curse and already try to come up with a replacement when Sukuna looks the guy dead in the eye and informs him,

"We are out of red velvet."

You blink. The other customer is just as surprised as you are because his head snaps from Sukuna to the cupcake and back again.

"Um, no, there is still one left."

Sukuna shakes his head,

"No."

"What do you mean? It's right there."

"It's not available."

"B...but.."

Sukuna lets out an irritated breath and straightens up, crossing his toned arms in front of his chest. His maroon eyes glitter dangerously as he glares at the customer,

"Do you want to be a problem? When I tell you there is no red velvet cupcake available, then there is none available. Now order something else or leave!"

Your eyes widen, and you watch in stunned amusement as the man stares at Sukuna for a long moment before he takes the hint and nervously asks for a cinnamon cupcake instead before hurriedly leaving the coffee shop, probably never to return again.

You step up to the counter. The same maroon eyes that were so unrelenting only a moment ago twinkle amusedly at you now, and the face that was so stern and threatening, is now lighting up in such a genuine and dazzling smile that it makes you feel a bit lightheaded.

"Hey, princess. Fancy a red velvet cupcake?"

December 19

It's hard to focus on work today.

The paper cup standing in the middle of your desk is just too distracting. Maybe not the paper cup itself, but definitely the message that is written under your name.

From Sukuna, made with love.

A stick-figure is doodled next to it, with a grin on its tattoed face and a Santa hat on its head.

And somehow, your heart beats a bit too fast.

December 20

You roam through your dating app just like every night before you sleep. But you skip all the guys it suggests to you. They are all lacking something. Even though you can't tell what it is you don't like about them. They all seem nice and good-looking. So what is it that you are missing?

But in your dream that night, you see yourself sending a message to a very familiar guy with pink hair and tattoos on his handsome face.

December 22

"So, did you meet anyone new on your little dating app, princess?"

Sukuna's gaze burns into yours, making you gulp hard before you manage to answer.

"Um, yeah, I have been exchanging some messages with someone. He asked me to be his Christmas Eve date."

Yesterday morning you woke up to a message from a good-looking businessman who rather straightforwardly asked you to be his date for Christmas Eve since he didn't like spending the evening alone.

As unromantic as the message was, you replied to him and agreed. After all, everything was better than being alone on that day. And this way, two lonely hearts wouldn't have to be so alone on that special day.

You thought you would feel relief upon finding someone to keep you company on Christmas Eve. After all, this was the sole reason why you downloaded that dating app. You were scared to spend this special evening alone. So you should be glad you found someone who wants to take you on a date. Right?

But why do you feel so unsure about it all of a sudden now that you are standing here in front of Sukuna? Why does it feel so wrong?

There's a strange twinkle in Sukuna's pretty eyes, and his smug expression wavers for a split second, but then he huffs softly, and his arrogant smirk is back in place. His soft, teasing laughter fills the air,

"Good for you. But I hope this isn't another loser like the last guy. Bring him here, ok? So I can have an eye on him. You know I'm excellent at getting rid of your failed dates."

Your fingers touch Sukuna's when you reach out to take the paper cup from him. His fingers are warm, and only the silver of the rings he's wearing feels slightly cool to the touch.

His eyes still look deeply into yours. They are an enticing shade of brown you have never seen on anyone else before. Maroon, like rich red wine, dangerous and warm at the same time. Framed by pretty black lashes and the filigree tattoos on his face.

Sukuna still hasn't pulled his hand away. And your fingers are still lightly wrapped around his, not making a move either to take the cup from him.

Only when Sukuna's coworker yells from the kitchen that a fresh tray of Christmas cookies is ready, do the two of you pull away.

When you leave the coffee shop to run towards the train station, you can't help but let a treacherous thought slip into your mind.

What if your date for Christmas Eve had pink hair and a smug smirk and made the best red velvet cupcakes you ever tasted? Would you feel happier about your date then?

You know the answer but forbid yourself to think about it.

December 23

"Do you have any plans for Christmas Eve, Sukuna?"

You curse yourself for asking. You didn't want to give in to the urge, but you couldn't stop obsessing over it. What is your favorite barista doing on that day? Does he have a date himself? Will he leave the coffee shop behind to meet some beautiful girl or boy and take them on a date, making them laugh and flirt with them until they are so flustered they can only stutter? Will he kiss someone under a mistletoe? Will he take someone home and keep them warm in his strong arms while the snow falls down over the city?

The thought makes an uncomfortable knot form in your stomach.

Please don't say you are going on a date! Please don't say you are meeting someone else!

"No, I don't. I took the evening shift. I'll be here, blessing the love-drunk couples with my presence. The best Christmas gift, I dare say."

He winks at you, sounding smug and teasing like ever, but you feel like there is a little edge to the comment.

You are already at work when it hits you: Sukuna took the evening shift. He will be here tomorrow when you meet your date.

December 24

Christmas Eve.

The time for couples. The time for love and romantic dates.

And yet you are sitting alone at your favorite table in the coffee shop.

Your date is already twenty minutes late.

The truth is you aren't even sure you still want him to show up. Or that you ever wanted him to show up at all. Because isn't all of this just a farce anyway?

You aren't interested in that guy. You don't know him and don't want to get to know him. Your heart doesn't beat faster when you think of him. There aren't any butterflies in your tummy when you see his pictures. You have no warm feeling in your chest when you hear his voice. He doesn't make you laugh. He doesn't make you look forward to talking to him. He doesn't know your favorite coffee order or that you like dark chocolate frosting on your red velvet cupcakes.

So what are you even doing here? It's an uncomfortable truth but one you have to face. You only wanted to meet him because you didn't want to be alone on Christmas Eve.

But is this the right way to do it? Fight loneliness with a meaningless date?

It was stupid to do this. And now you are sitting here amidst all those happy couples, clutching your coffee cup tightly in your hands, feeling the sadness wash over you.

So stupid.

How could you think that you could force yourself to have a romantic Christmas Eve?

You get startled out of your misery when Sukuna suddenly plops down on the bench on the other side of your table.

"He's not coming, is he?"

His beautiful maroon eyes are watching you carefully.

You bite your lip and shake your head, feeling tears gather in your eyes. You feel so small and pathetic, sitting here all alone while around you all the couples have their romantic dates. And all you managed was to get stood up by some random guy you weren't even interested in. It's so embarrassing. Surly Sukuna thinks the same.

But his eyes narrow at your words, and he reaches out to put his large hand on top of yours, giving it a short but reassuring squeeze.

"What an asshole! He doesn't know what he's missing."

"It's... it's ok, I guess. I didn't really like him anyway. I don't even know him. I just...I didn't want to be alone on Christmas Eve. That's why I wanted to meet someone on that stupid dating app."

"You aren't alone, princess. I'm right here! I'll be your Christmas Eve date!"

The smirk is back on Sukuna's face, looking so handsome and charming that it makes your heart skip a beat. And his words...

You blink at him, feeling heat spread through your body. Is he serious?

You eye him shyly, not sure if this is just part of your usual banter or something else. But there is a softness on Sukuna's tattoed features you have never seen there before. As if sensing your insecurities, Sukuna adds with a smile,

"I mean it, princess. I would have asked you anyways if you didn't tell me you already had a date. And come on, I am much better than any of those guys in your dating app! With me, you'll experience the ultimate Christmas magic! So, say yes, and I'm all yours."

Laughter bubbles out of your mouth. The gloominess from a moment ago is already forgotten as you smile at your favorite barista and nod softly,

"Ok, how could I say no to an offer like that?"

Sukuna's answering laugh is warm and genuine.

"Good girl. You won't regret it. Give me five minutes, and I'll make this the best Christmas Eve of your life!"

And with that being said, he gets up and walks over to the counter. You watch him across the coffee shop, feeling your pulse race and smiling from ear to ear at the fluttery feeling you have in your stomach when Sukuna's gaze meets yours across the room, and he winks at you.

He comes back after a few minutes carrying a tray that's overflowing with red velvet cupcakes, Christmas cookies, and two slices of Christmas cake as well as your gingerbread latte with extra cinnamon. He sets it down on the table and sits down across from you with a big cheeky grin.

"Merry Christmas, princess."

He looks so pretty with his glittering maroon eyes and boyish smirk. And his low voice is gentle and playful, making it impossible not to smile brightly at him.

"You are actually really nice. Do you know that, Sukuna?"

"Oh, I can be nice if I want. But don't tell anyone. I prefer it if they are scared of me. It's more fun."

Both of you laugh at that, and after that, you fall into a comfortable conversation while sharing the delicious Christmas treats and sipping coffee. It feels so natural to be here with Sukuna. He makes you laugh and roll your eyes in mock exasperation at his arrogant comments, but your heart feels so full at everything he says, at the familiarity of it.

And you realize at that moment that this is what you have been looking forward to every morning for the last few weeks. These flirty comments, that smug smirk, those warm maroon eyes that always sparkle so mischievously.

And all the nice little things Sukuna did for you. And finally, you let yourself think those thoughts you used to consider treacherous. You let yourself feel those things you thought would lead nowhere. You let yourself admit that you like him.

You enjoy Sukuna's company. You like the way he talks and smirks and is so insufferable in the most attractive and irresistible way. You think he is the most charming person you have ever met. And as tough as he appears at first glance, he is actually caring and sweet when you don't let yourself get tricked by his rough attitude.

Another customer chooses that moment to clear his throat loudly before he addresses Sukuna,

"Hey, um, can I order?"

Sukuna musters him with a cold look, his face a stony mask.

"No, you can't. Don't you see I'm on a date too? If you want more cake, just go behind the counter and get some. Put the money on the table."

The corners of his lips lift in a grin when his gaze meets yours again, and you laugh softly, shaking your head,

"Aren't you going to get into trouble with your boss?"

Sukuna shrugs,

"I don't care. And the owner is actually my cousin. So as much as I have tried, he hasn't fired me yet. I think you'll be stuck with me as your barista."

"Oh, that's good to hear! You're my favorite, after all!"

"I know. Who else would prepare your coffee so perfectly and bake your dream cupcakes? I'm the only one who gets it right, don't I?"

And yes, it's true, you realize at that moment. Sukuna is the only one who gets it right. Not just your coffee order and your favorite cupcakes. He also gets it right when it comes to making you feel happy. He is the only one who gives you this magical Christmas feeling that you crave. He has been doing it the whole month.

And suddenly, you are filled with so much affection for your gorgeous barista. You catch yourself wishing there was a mistletoe above your table so you could seal this Christmas Eve date with a kiss.

You look around the coffee shop for one, thinking you are sneaky. But then your gaze meets Sukuna's, and you see the sly grin on his face.

"You know, you don't need a mistletoe to kiss me, princess. I'm your official date now, so you can get a kiss anytime you want."

Before you even have a chance to get embarrassed, one of Sukuna's large hands lands on yours again, and this time he interlaces his fingers with yours. He leans over the table, smiling that boyish grin at you that makes your stomach fill with butterflies.

You see his gaze wander to your lips, and you instinctively lean closer to him too.

Is this really happening?

Maroon eyes gaze deeply into yours as Sukuna places a long finger under your chin, tilting your face up and smirking that sexy smirk at you.

And then his lips are on yours. Warm and soft and surprisingly gentle, making you melt into the kiss with a happy sigh.

Soon your mouth opens against Sukuna's, and he deepens the kiss, making your heart race when his tongue strokes tenderly against yours. Letting you feel his tongue piercing and making you gasp at the sensation of the metal stud gliding over your tongue.

You smile when your fingers land on the back of Sukuna's neck and caress the soft stubble of his undercut, which makes Sukuna groan softly into your kiss. Before long, the Santa hat on his head falls to the ground, but neither of you cares.

Not when Sukuna's kiss is so sweet and enticing. Not when his kiss is your personal Christmas miracle.

Sukuna's fingers caress your jaw, a firm but tender touch. Just like his kiss is passionate and gentle at the same time. A deep, slow French kiss that makes your head spin.

When the two of you pull apart, you are both grinning broadly at each other, eyes filled with wonder.

Your voice is a bit hoarse when you confess softly,

"This is really the best Christmas Eve date I ever had."

Sukuna's grin grows even wider at your words,

"I am the best choice for a date all year."

"In that case, I think we should go on many more dates."

"Anything you wish, princess. I told you, my favorite customer gets anything she wants from me."

You roll your eyes, but you can't hide how pleased you are, brimming with happiness, lips lifted in a smile and eyes shining brightly. Before Sukuna can go on even more about how perfect he is, you quickly lean over the table again and shut him up with another kiss.

The other customers are forgotten. The only thing you know are warm maroon eyes and soft lips and a smug smirk that turns into a beautiful smile when you caress the tattoos on Sukuna's cheek.

It's getting late, and gradually all the couples around you leave the coffee shop to head home or to go see the Christmas lights.

And then there are only you and Sukuna left. He joins you on your side of the table. And soon after, you find yourself sitting on his lap, with Sukuna's strong arms wrapped tightly around you, his warm solid body pressed against yours, and his lips moving on yours in slow sensual kisses that taste like gingerbread spice and cinnamon.

You send a silent thank you to your original date, who decided to ditch you. Because, after all, Sukuna was right. He really is the better date. The best one you could have ever wished for.

Your perfect Christmas gift.

Thank you so much for reading my Christmas story!! I hope you enjoyed barista Sukuna :) He definitely baked his way into my heart! I didn't plan for this story to get so long, but I couldn't stop writing. All the Christmas fluff with Kuna made me feel so happy and warm! I hope he can make your December sweeter too! If you are lonely on Christmas, you can count on barista Sukuna to make you feel better.

A big thank you again to Loni for hosting this amazing collab! It's such a sweet idea!!

Please let me know how you like barista Sukuna! Comments and reblogs make me happy :)

#sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #sukuna #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #ryomen sukuna

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sugarandspisces-writes · 2 years ago

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saw this on my dash and thought it would be fun to do. wips below the cut!

ms x reader; melissa's bad day

Melissa Schemmenti was having a terrible week. Like, indescribable levels of terrible. So terrible, that all she wanted to do was go home, curl up on her couch, and sleep the next couple of days away. She even thought about taking the rest of the week off, but she knew the school didn’t have enough money for substitutes. Even with that in mind, she still wanted to feed into the voice in her head. The one goading her into taking a break by saying, “Come on, Melissa. They’ll find someone. They always do.” The option was very enticing, but then she thought about Mr. Johnson teaching her impressionable second graders bizarre conspiracy theories and she quickly warded her inner voice away. Instead, she focused on trying to make the best out of today.

However, that venture was short-lived. She was feeling a lot of emotions, and unfortunately, there was no room for optimism. Her week had been filled with too many ups and downs, and it was becoming very hard for her to find a silver lining. Somehow, she’d endured more in one week than she’d dealt with all month. Melissa was tough, but she could feel her resolve breaking. Little did she know, today’s events would be the final straw.

ms x ac; no strings attached

It was the start of a new week at Abbott and all teachers were convening in the lounge. Today was a particularly good one for Melissa. Surprisingly there was minimal traffic on the way, and she got her ideal parking spot. Nonetheless, it was still a Monday morning, and there was always something to gripe about. Melissa listened as her colleagues complain and reminisce about their weekends, chiming in every now and then when someone said something interesting. Everyone was surprisingly chatty, but the lively atmosphere vanished once Ava walked into the room. Melissa looked toward Barbara and quirked one of her eyebrows in confusion. She flicked her wrist to take a peek at her watch and was shocked to see that it read 7:48 AM. Without Ava’s knowledge, almost everyone watched as she made her way to the coffee machine.

“It’s quiet as a church mouse up in here.” The principal looked over her shoulder.

“Good morning to you too, Ava.” Barbara laughed, shaking her head at the young woman.

“I know my presence is breathtaking.” She smiled at the teachers as she noticed all eyes on her. “But damn, why are y’all staring so hard?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. We’re just surprised that you’re so early.” Melissa said, feebly attempting to humble the young woman.

ms x reader; love languages [headcanon]

You climbed into bed, settling into the space next to Melissa. You sunk into the cool sheets and pulled the comforter up to your chin. You shut your eyes and took a moment to reflect on your day. As the events ran through your mind, you noticed there weren’t many high points. That had been a recurring theme for you lately. At first, you chalked it up to the simple fact that you win some, and you lose some. Not every day was going to be a good one. Still, you found yourself weighed down by the pressures you were enduring. The stress of work and your personal life was taking a major toll on you.

You were pulled back into reality by the sound of Melissa’s voice. The noise was distant, but it became more pronounced as you came back to your senses.

“Hey, hon,” she called to you.

That gentle lilt in her voice presented itself and you would have melted on the spot if you weren’t feeling so far away.

Her eyes were fixed on your posture and she took note of a few things. You were curled up close to the edge of the bed with your eyes staring off into space, and your breathing was shallow (not enough for her to worry, but she would keep an eye on it). She knew these behaviors were a recipe for disaster and that an unfavorable outcome would occur if she didn’t intervene.

“Hmm,” you hummed, not completely free from your dazed state.

Melissa could tell you weren’t fully with her due to the lack of eye contact, so she moved closer to the middle of the bed. You listened to the sheets as they crinkled under her, and that pulled you through the last bit of your brain fog.

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

Requested/Friend event mentions under the cut! If you'd like to be pinged next week, let me know!

Friends @fiore-della-valle @redbirdblogs @greenbergsays @idkfandomwhatever @luckyspike @obaewankenope @mad-madam-m @anonymousdandelion @geometricfractal @prettybirdy979 @eriquin | Requests @aparticularbandit @madnessfromthemountains @makeroftherunes @not-orpheus @1attheedge @preetsramblings @whimsicalmeerkat @kidsomeday @lizhly-writes @sapphireraeburn

#wip wednesday #send me something <3

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twst-trash · 3 years ago

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Time magic shenanigans and MC’s kids from the future come to visit them. Though something is off. While all the kids do share some features with MC, they all look different. One has draconic features, one has lion ears, one is incredibly beautiful etc

All the kids are from different timelines where MC ended up having kids with someone different.

That begs the question: What timeline are they in now?

cw: fem!MC who has children (in alternate timelines)

Bro imagine a MOB of children, like 20 whole kids, rushing onto NRC’s campus in a mad dash to find you. A whole kindergarten worth of kids tugging your skirt, calling you mom, asking where their papa is. Personally I would run, that’s literally the most terrifying thing I could ever think of.

The kids don’t know each other so you quickly rule them out as siblings (and your coochie sighs in relief). So, how can they all be your kids and how did they end up here?

Eventually Vargas helps you round up all the children and Crowley stages an intervention. The dorm leaders and vice dorm leaders are there, and of course your first year friends tag along. Unable to be left out of anything, Cater and Floyd are also there, and at the behest of Lilia, Silver also shows up.

The children scatter to their respective ‘fathers’ immediately. Some take it better than others (Cater “I’ve only known my kid for 30 minutes but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in this room and then myself” Diamond immediately starts snapping photos for magicam with #meetmykid ; meanwhile, Leona is 2 seconds away from throwing his out of the castle window).

“Well, the most reasonable explanation is a case of time travel magic gone wrong,” Crowley begins, perturbed by the scene in front of him. “We must find a way to send them back immediately - I simply don’t have the funds to support twenty children! I shall contact the Royal Sword Academy for their collaboration posthaste.”

You’re about to open your mouth in protest- Crowley’s enthusiasm for finding the children a way back home already outmatched any effort he had put into finding your way back home- but Crowley is already out of the door, leaving you and your children and your babydaddies in the room alone.

“Maybe we should just kill them.” Leona mumbles under his breath, swatting at the curious hand that pulled at his tail.

“Moral implications aside, have you ever heard of the butterfly effect, you oafish buffoon? Anything we say or do could disrupt the current timeline.” Vil spits. Despite this, his fingers are tangled in the blond locks of his child, braiding their hair with care.

“This is just like that new spring anime My Harem’s Children Came To Find Me in My Own Timeline*!” Idia’s voice rings from his tablet. His child is poking through the settings proficiently, able to find and download a rhythm game on their own.

“Shut up about your hentai.” Ace scoffs, “Literally no one wants to hear about that.”

“I-It’s not a hentai! It’s way more complex than that.” He huffs, a ‘not like you normies would know the difference’ muttered under his breath. “It’s humorous, romantic, and tragic! Only one child is a part of the prime timeline. The heroine will never see the other children again!”

A hush falls over the room, save for the babble of some of the more talkative children.

“Prime timeline, hm?“ Azul muses, hair ruffled and hat commandeered by his miniature counterpart. “That means only one of us will end up with _______.”

“Well, it’s obviously me.” Vil starts, to which Leona scoffs.

“Yeah right. Why’d they want to be with someone with a perpetual stick up his ass?”

Malleus gives a dark chuckle. “As if you’d have any better of a chance, Kingscholar.”

“What’s that supposta mean, you overgrown lizard!?”

The boys are fighting. It would almost be funny if it weren’t equal parts terrifying.

So, who’s the winner in this timeline? Find out on the next episode of *MHCCTFMIMOT!

#odie.speaks #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #this ask is hilarious and I’m going to be thinking about it forever

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silverbladexyz · 2 years ago

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ayyy helloo silver! it's been a while since i slid into your askbox👀 ahah

about the stormbringer character requests,, how about a first kiss with pianoman? (or any character of your preference), but with a dash of spice? ;) sjsjsjs i hope this is not too abstract

Ayyy indeed it has been a while! And oya oya oya?👀 I like how your mind works 😏

The image used is not mine. It belongs to it's original owner.

TW: Suggestive content, mentions of past relationships for Pianoman. Please don't read if you are not comfortable with it. Also sorry if it’s bad ;w;

First kiss with Pianoman (with a dash of spice)

"Oh, right! Y/N! You've been dating Pianoman for a few months now, how's your relationship with him?" Albatross suddenly said, lips curled up into an energetic smile. You startled a bit at the sudden question, but you smiled back. You were currently hanging around with a few members of the Flags, chilling and talking about whatever came to mind.

"It's good. We haven't gone on a date in a while since we've both been busy, but we're still going as strong as ever. In fact, it still seems like it was just yesterday when he confessed to me." Albatross's smile widened as you spoke.

"That reminds me, this must be your first relationship that you've ever had, right? How is Pianoman treating you? I hope he's not as clueless as you when it comes to relationships!" You laughed as Lippmann lightly whacked Albatross on the head.

"I assure you, everything's fine. He treats me well, and he does have more experience than me when it comes to relationships. But don't tell him that he's my first, because it'll make me seem inexperienced and awkward."

Albatross leaned forward, eyes shining with curiosity.

“So? Is he a good kisser? I’ve heard a few tales from his previous relationships that he was particularly well-versed in that area, but I want to hear it from you. It adds more spice to the stories!”

Your cheeks burned as you thought about the idea of Pianoman kissing you. Not that you minded, it was just that you were so inexperienced that anything involving romantic affection made you flustered and awkward. Even the act of kissing him on the cheek took you a long time to get used to.

“W-We haven’t even had our first kiss yet. The farthest we’ve gone to is just kissing each other on the forehead.” Now that you thought about it, you seemed more inexperienced and awkward by the minute. This must’ve been the longest relationship that Pianoman had been in without a kiss. You were surprised that he hadn’t brought it up yet.

“Ohoho? That’s a first! Usually Pianoman doesn’t last a few weeks into a relationship without a kiss! You must be quite special for him to last for several months! Hey, if you need any tips on kissing, just ask Lippmann! I’m pretty sure he’s had enough experience on the topic already!” Lippmann chuckled a little, and Chuuya clicked his tongue, glaring at everybody.

“You all are starting to disgust me.”

“Oh? Is it because you’re jealous that nobody wants you yet?~”

“Shut the hell up! I’ve never said anything of that sort!”

“But you didn’t deny it~. Hey everyone! Chuuya’s jealous because nobody wants to date him!”

“I said shut up already!”

You smiled as you watched them all banter with each other, however the thought still lingered in the back of your mind.

~~~

“You’ve been a bit quiet today. Is something on your mind?” You were leaning against Pianoman on the coach, your head on his shoulder. Normally, you would’ve engaged in small conversation with him, but today you had just sat with him in comfortable silence. Not that he minded though.

“You know you can tell me anything.” You bit your lip, albeit a bit nervously as you thought how to express your thought without being too embarrassing.

“Well...” you started, your cheeks starting to burn a little. “We’ve been dating for a few months now, and everything has been going well, but... we haven’t even kissed yet. A-and I’ve never been in a relationship before. Ever.” You took a breath before continuing.

“But I’ve been thinking about it, and simply speaking... I want to kiss you.”

You held your breath, awaiting his answer.

But what you didn’t expect was for him to laugh a little and stare at you with adoration in his eyes. You stared back at him with a slightly confused look on your face.

“Oh, phew. I thought that it was something much more serious, like you wanted to break up with me.” You huffed playfully, whacking him on the shoulder. Pianoman chuckled, but he placed his thumb and his index finger on your chin, tilting it up to meet his face.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” he whispered. “Because I don’t want to hurt you.”

You nodded, and he slowly started leaning in. Your heart was beating loudly, but you maintained calm. You weren’t going to run away this time.

His lips met yours, and your chest burst into an explosion of feelings.

Closing your eyes, you kissed him back. His more experienced lips guided yours in a dance, melting and moulding into each other, and you didn’t even have to worry about messing the kiss up since Pianoman was taking the lead. Your hand came up to grasp at his shirt, while his fingers threaded through your hair. He tasted impossibly sweet, like honey that was freshly made. Nothing could ever replace him; you were drunk on his taste and his taste only.

You broke apart from the kiss, flushed and panting. Pianoman smiled, his hand slowly sliding down to cup your cheek.

“Wow... that was... incredible.” You chuckled. You looked in your boyfriend’s eyes, full of love and affection. A moment passed before you leaned in and captured his lips in another kiss.

Pianoman was a bit surprised, but he quickly reciprocated the kiss, the same sweet taste returning to your lips. This time, the kiss was more passionate, more hungry, yet it still was quite lovely. It didn’t take long for it to become quite heated.

His teeth nibbled slightly on your lower lip, and you opened your mouth slightly. His tongue entered and you tried to fight for dominance, but as he was more experienced than you he won the battle easily. His tongue explored your mouth, his teeth sometimes grazing your lips. You didn’t mind losing the battle; because as long as you were with him nothing else mattered anymore. Your arms came up around his neck, his encircled around your waist, and your hand came up to pull slightly at his soft and silky hair. He let out a small moan, and you blushed a little at how deep and sexy that was.

Pianoman broke the kiss, but he wasn’t done yet. He immediately started peppering a trail of butterfly kisses on your jawline, slowly making his way down towards your neck as you giggled at the ticklish feeling. You gasped as he bit down on the sweet spot on your neck, leaving a mark. His tongue licked at it, causing you to shudder in pleasure.

A moan left your lips, making you immediately blush afterwards at how loud and lewd it was, but Pianoman only chuckled. Your tiny whimpers and moans drove him crazy as he marked your neck, knowing exactly which spots to bite to make you squirm. You tilted your head up, begging him to give you more, which he obliged. He then moved onto your collarbone, the bruises getting darker as his more possessive side came out. He wanted to show the world that you were his, and his only.

Pianoman’s cunning and sneaky fingers had already unbuttoned a few buttons on your shirt. He slid one side of it off your shoulder, and immediately moved on to the newly exposed area. You shuddered as he planted kisses on the sensitive skin, each touch sending your mind whirling.

“Mm... mmph!” You let out a small squeak as you felt his teeth on your shoulder, and tried your best to hold back the rather inappropriate sounds that threatened to spill from your mouth. You felt him smirk against your skin as he laid another hickey on your shoulder, successfully drawing another moan out of you. You grasped the front of his shirt and pulled him closer; you needed him so much right now. He chuckled, his fingers already working to unbutton the rest of your shirt.

“So desperate for me already~”

You were now laying on your back, Pianoman’s arms caging you. He hovered above you with a smirk, looking at your flushed and marked up form with a rather... new emotion in his eyes. One would call it hungry; like how a predator looks at it’s prey.

“Why don’t you say we finish off what we’ve started, hm?~”

Suffice it to say that your body had a lot of marks afterwards~

I’ll leave it to your imaginations on what happened next :)

@pixyys @pianotross @yuugen-benni @nekokinax @angolicious

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd pianoman #piano man x reader #bsd suggestive #bsd flags x reader

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 3 years ago

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Complete brainrot thot but very girlboss you and wonwoo! workplace rivals with a lot of sexual tension and he has you a complete dumb mess begging for his dick and him being cock af

jesus christ WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME😭😭

You absolutely hate him and his smart brain, quickly earning everyone’s trust at the company, despite having transfered from the Seoul department only two months ago. And somehow, all of your colleagues - your superiors included - are completely enamoured by him.

You keep hearing about his dashing smile, his trustworthy and gentle aura, his calm nature and his looks. His goddamn fine looks.

God, you fucking hated Jeon Wonwoo with all your existence. And apparently, he was reciprocating these feelings. Because the only person he wasn’t showing his good behaviour to was none other than you.

You were just limited to harsh glares and muttered curses about each other all this time, until your boss decided it was a good idea to put the two of you as the executives on the next big company project, since you were the most suitable ones to handle this, thanks to your unmatched skills and sharp wit. Your gut is already churning at the idea of having to tolerate the one person you despise the most in the company. You turn your head to his side, only to see a smirk plastered on his handsome face.

After the meeting with your boss, you nearly stomp your way out of the office, Wonwoo right on your tail.

“Y/N”, he calls to you, but you ignore him, turning left to the corridor leading to one of the meeting rooms. “Fucking hell, don’t ignore me, you stuck up bitch!”, he grits his teeth and your brain catches on fire, as you spin on your heels and slap him across the face.

“Don’t you dare call me a stuck up bitch, you fucking asshole!”, you raise your voice and Wonwoo grips your arm, kicking the door of the meeting room open, slamming it shut by throwing you on it. “What is your fucking problem?”, he growls almost animalistically, his sharp eyes seething with rage. “You are my fucking problem, Jeon. You think you can fool everybody with your smart words and dashing smile, but I know better that you’re just a power-hungry motherfucker who wants to steal the position I’ve worked my ass off to get for the past three years!”, you push him angrily, your calm and collected facade completely gone.

“Is that what you think, sweetheart? That I want your position?”, Wonwoo chuckles darkly, running a hand through his silver hair, unbuttoning his navy blue blazer, throwing it on the table, as he pulls you flush to his sturdy chest.

“I just love pissing you off, baby, you look hot when you’re angry”, he playfully raises his eyebrow. “Makes me wanna fuck your pretty brains out”, he half moans in your ear and you exhale shakily at his filthy words. “Would you like that, sweetheart?”, he looks at your lips, waiting for your answer. A devilish smirk spreads on your lips, leaning in his ear to whisper this:

“As if you’re able to make me cum with your pathetic cock, pretty boy”.

Oh, how you regret saying that.

You’ve been bent over the conference desk for the past ten minutes, your arms held behind your back as Wonwoo rails your soaking cunt with his thick cock, his powerful thrusts making your whole body jerk forward on the wooden surface. You’ve already cum once on his cock and your second orgasm isn’t far away, with the pace he has set.

“It seems like you’re the pathetic one, so fucked out because of my cock, huh, sweetheart?”, Wonwoo mocks you as his pelvis hits your ass, your mouth forming only moans and gasps. “High and mighty Y/N, reduced to a pathetic, dumb cockslut, is that right, sweetie?”, he asks you but you can’t even reply properly, your brain turned into a mess, full of Jeon Wonwooa and nothing else.

“Answer me!”, he growls, pulling you up by your hair,”I-I am y-your d-dumb little s-slut, s-sir, ah!”, you mutter and he chuckles in satisfaction. “Sir? Well well, you can actually behave, huh? What a good girl you can be when you’re put in your place, sweetheart”, he coos in fake sympathy and your lips part in a silent scream, your orgasm triggered without warning. Wonwoo moans at the sudden tightness around his cock and cums inside you, his thick seed filling you to the brim.

He pulls out, letting his cum slide down your inner thighs and drip onto the carpet of the room, your heavy breaths now echoing in the room. You hear clothes fumbling together behind you and muster all your strength to turn around and see Wonwoo getting dressed, trying to smooth over his creased suit.

“Where are you going?”, “Back to my job. And you should do that too. Well, after making yourself presentable”, he replies nonchalantly.

“Wait- what about-”, he cuts you off with a harsh kiss, pulling your bottom lip with his teeth. He pulls back, winking at you as he stands at the door.

“We can talk things over at my house tonight. That is, if you want to put our differences aside. No promises on making it out without a hitch, if you know what I mean, sweetheart”.

#wonwoo smut #svt wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #svt smut #seventeen smut #svt hard hours #seventeen #answered✨

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 4 years ago

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Ok but can u also do this but with ron + the twins, I love ur smuts !!!!!!!

pairing: reader x ron weasley x fred weasley x george weasley

warning(s): 18+, unprotected sex, foursome, double penetration, oral (female and male receiving), face fucking, fingering

word count: 4.2k

a/n: soooo this is the longest thing i’ve ever written on this account but if anyone deserves it its the damn weasleys. i tried to make this as non sweet home alabama as possible and that’s probably why it’s so long. anyways, enjoy this ungodly amount of smut while i decompress.

You had been spending a majority of your summer at The Burrow, where you boyfriend Ron lived. You spent day in and day out with him, practically on top of one another whenever you could be, but that didn’t stop you from spending time with his family. His mother was incredible, albeit a little scary at times, his father was charming, and Ginny was becoming a fast friend. But you couldn’t help the particular draw you felt towards the twins, Fred and George.

You couldn't deny they were attractive, the genes were strong in the Weasley family. And you often did a poor job at hiding your attraction.

You didn’t think any of them had noticed your subtle glances or blushes. Little did you know, all three of them had noticed over the few weeks you had been there. They were just waiting you out.

~~~

Tonight you were all cozied around the fire pit, drinking some firewhiskey, taking advantage of the fact that Molly and Arthur had gone to visit Ron’s oldest brother Bill and his wife, Fluer, for the weekend. You weren’t drunk by any means, but you were certainly feeling good.

You were cuddled up to Ron’s side, his arm slung around your shoulders, a knitted blanket draped over your laps. You were so wrapped up in your boyfriend that you had barely noticed that Fred had taken the spot on your other side until his leg brushed against yours, making you still.

“Do you need another drink, sweetheart?” Fred asked when you finally looked his way, his face far too close to yours in the situation to be normal.

You blushed at his proximity, but nodded. “Um, yes, thank you,” you added bashfully.

Fred dashed a charming smile at you and placed a soft kiss to your cheek before dashing off to get you another glass of whiskey, your blush only intensifying when you felt his lips on your skin. You prayed no one could see it through the light of the fire.

Ron tugged you back into his side and dropped his lips to your ear. “Whatever you think you’re doing, stop,” he said lowly, clearly not pleased by the situation.

“He kissed me,” you argued softly, your head turning to press a kiss against his neck. He pulled back and shot a look down at you, his brow raised. A look you couldn’t exactly argue with. You got caught and you knew it.

You stayed quiet, trying to keep your eyes anywhere except the two men that currently had your stomach in knots. But that effort was broken when Fred made his way back over to you, plopping down beside you. He passed you your new drink and you thanked him for it, sitting up straight to take a sip.

You were caught off guard when you were pulled into his body and away from Ron, Fred’s strong arm now wrapped around your shoulders.

“Have you been enjoying your summer here so far?” He asked quietly, making sure only you could hear him.

Your eyes flitted cautiously over the group around the fire, making sure no one was noticing the strange behavior. You paused when you met George’s eyes, his own trained on the interaction between you and Fred, but you tried your best to ignore it.

“Um, yes. You’ve all been quite lovely. I like it here,” you told him genuinely. You had been enjoying your summer despite tonights most recent turn of events.

“Mm, good,” Fred mused, shooting another smile down at you. You couldn’t help but notice the little mischievous glint in his eyes that he got every time he was thinking something that was likely to either end brilliantly or disastourly. “I saw we play a little game. Are you in?” He asked.

You swallowed nervously, knowing this could end very poorly. “And what is this game?” You questioned.

“Let’s see how jealous we can get Ron,” he whispered, the smile never leaving his face.

“I- I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you argued, knowing fully well Ron had already told you to stop… doing whatever you were doing.

“Oh, c’mon Y/N. Live a little. Anyhow, you already know how this is going to end,” he told you.

“And how will this end?” You asked, raising your eyebrow at him.

He moved closer to you, so close you could feel his breath on your face. Your whole body was hot and the blush was creeping back onto your face and you knew he could see it.

“Judging by the noises I hear coming from his room almost every night, he’ll fuck you stupid. And I get to hear those pretty noises again,” he told you shamelessly, pulling you into him closer.

You shot a nervous glance at Ron, only to find that he was already looking at you over the rim of his own cup, fire in his eyes. He raised a brow at you and you could see the way the corners of his lips were tugging up into a smirk, practically daring you to continue on. As if he knew exactly what you and Fred were talking about.

“By the looks of it, he doesn’t seem to mind,” Fred added from behind you, making you whip your head around back to him.

“Of course he’d mind. You’re his brother,” you argued incredulously, still not believing this conversation was even truly happening.

“You think he doesn’t see the way you look at me and Georgie? You look at us like you want us to devour you,” he told you.

You snuck a glance at George only to find that he was still looking at you. You could feel Ron’s eyes still on the back of your head. You gulped nervously, your brain short circuiting for a half a second. Did they… did they plan this?

“I - I haven’t been -,” you went to argue, but Fred cut you off.

“Don’t play coy with me. Maybe if you beg him nicely like I hear you do so well, he might let us join you tonight,” Fred teased, causing your core to pulse and drip with arousal at the thought.

You could only stare back at him, his breath fanning your face as you took in his words. He knew he planted a seed in you that wouldn’t go away until it was satisfied. The smug look on his face only proved it. You didn’t get the chance to reply before you could hear Ron getting up from his place on the bench.

“Bunny, come with me,” he said innocently enough to the ears of everyone else in the group, but you could hear the edge in his voice.

You detangled yourself from Fred and rose up from your spot, taking Ron’s hand as he silently led you back into the house. Once you had passed through the threshold into the kitchen and away from the eyes of everyone else, he spun around to face you.

“And what was all that about?” He asked, stepping right into your space so you had no other choice but to look up at him.

“N-nothing. We were just having a chat,” you stuttered out, trying to not seem intimidated.

“Wasn’t what it looked like to me. Spill it,” he said roughly, continuing to back you up until your back hit the counter, leaving you nowhere to go when his hands were placed on either side of your body.

“Promise you won’t get mad,” you half heartedly requested.

“Just tell me.”

“He- he said, um, he said that we should try to make you jealous,” you told him. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it was only a half truth at best.

“That’s not what has you blushing like a virgin though, is it? What did he say to you?” He pressed, the fire in his eyes growing larger by the second.

You swallowed and took a deep breath before you even opened your mouth, knowing this could only go one of two ways. He’d either blow up entirely, or you’d have a night you’d never forget. “He said that if I begged you you’d let him and George join us,” you said quickly, all in one breath.

You shut your eyes, waiting for his response. But when a chuckle fell from his lips your eyes shot back open in shock.

“Is that what you want, bunny? Do you want them to join us?” He asked, his eyes now more playful than they had been just seconds prior.

“Are you serious?” You asked after a moment, you head spinning that he was just offering this to you on a silver platter. You expected yelling, anger, the whole fit. You didn’t expect a cheeky smirk and twinkling eyes.

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“They’re your brothers,” you argued. Why you were even arguing this, you weren’t sure. You wanted this and he knew it and they knew it. You just couldn’t understand why he was letting it happen.

“It’s not like I’ll be fucking them,” he said with a laugh. “So, tell me what you want.”

“If it’s okay with you…,” you started, trailing off. You looked up at him nervously, hoping your eyes conveyed enough of a plea that he would continue agreeing with you.

“So beg,” he said, his voice dropping low as he continued to stare down at you.

“I’ll be good, I promise. Just this once. I just - I - please,” you said, launching right into it but quickly running out of words as you watched the smirk grow on his face.

“Go to my room. Strip. I’ll be up in a minute,” he told you, placing a kiss on your forehead before heading back outside. You watched his figure walk away for a moment, letting your mind race until you booked it up the stairs not wanting to wait any longer for the night to truly begin.

~~~

You were waiting in your position on the bed for what felt like hours, but you knew it had only been a few minutes before you heard multiple sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. You moved to cover your chest when you heard the doorknob turn, unsure if you should be exposed or not right away.

Ron came in first but left the door open just enough so your guests could hear. “Last chance, bun. Do you want this?” He asked, slowly coming over to rest his hands on the bed, leaning over slightly so his tall form was eye level with you.

You knew it wasn’t your last chance to say no, but it was your last chance before the twins waltzed in.

You took a shaky breath and nodded your head, saying “Yes,” loud enough so Fred and George could hear.

The door was opening once more, the twins walking through, both pairs of eyes immediately on you. When the door shut, you stared up at them, unsure what to do or say, but their matching smirk told you they already had plans.

Ron walked around the bed until he crawled on to it behind you, his legs bracketing your hips as you knelt between his spread thighs.

“Let them see you,” he coaxed gently, hands coming around you to grip your forearms.

He only put a light pressure on your skin, letting you move on your own as you exposed your chest to them. They took you in with hungry eyes but they didn’t move from where they both stood before you, waiting.

“All of you,” Ron spoke again, his hands trailing down to your thighs, gently prying them apart.

You leaned back and hid your face in his neck as he repositioned you, unable to look the two men in the eyes as your entire body got exposed to them. You knew you were a dripping mess over the situation and the embarrassment of it being so obvious made you squirm.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re more perfect than I imaged,” you heard George say, the bed dipping down infront of you.

Your eyes snapped to him, watching him as he looked down at your glistening sex. His eyes were hungry when they met yours, desperate. Probably the exact mirror of your own.

“Can I touch you?” George asked, his fingers twitching against the sheets, waiting.

“Please,” you begged, wanting nothing more than for one of them to do anything right now.

George wasted no time in bringing his fingers directly to your cunt, trailing one long finger through your slit while his thumb trailed soft circles onto your clit. You couldn’t hold back the moan that fell from your lips when he pushed his finger in, immediately searching for you g-spot.

As if your noises were a cue for Fred, the bed dipped on your other side and without a word, he was kissing down your chest. Soon enough, he was attacking your nipples when George was working your from the inside out. Your back was arching and your hips were moving at their own volition, unable to stop yourself under their ministrations.

“Does that feel good?” George asked you softly, placing kisses on your shoulder.

When you only nodded, Ron grabbed your chin and forced you to look directly at George. “I won’t remind you again, bunny. Use yours words,” he said sweetly, but you knew there was danger laced in his words. You knew better than anyone else what he could do to you if he reminded you one more time.

“Yes. Feels so good. Please don’t stop,” you told George, already breathless from the three men surrounding you.

You felt Fred chuckle against your skin and you knew the smirk George was wearing was only mimicked by Ron’s behind you. They knew exactly what they were doing to you.

You couldn’t stop the whine that left you when George removed his hand, but your eyes lit up when you saw him go to kneel at the edge of the bed. He pulled up his to the edge, draped your legs over his shoulder, and started trailing kitten licks all along your slit until his tongue was swirling around your clit.

You held fell back against Ron’s shoulder, a moan falling from your lips as Fred moved to your other side to attack your opposite nipple.

“Having fun?” Ron asked, beaming down at you.

You nodded breathlessly, your eyes rolling back in your head with a flushed smile on your face. “Want you too,” you told him.

“Of course you do, my greedy girl,” Ron mused, his finger coming to tilt your lips back and locking your lips in a kiss.

Your body was overwhelmed with just their lips. You weren’t sure how you would handle it when their pants came off.

Your hips were grinding down onto George’s face without you sparing it a second thought and you kept pushing your chest into Fred’s lips, your entire body grinding back on Ron’s body.

“She tastes like fucking heaven,” George said, finally coming up for a breath. His entire chin was soaked in his own saliva and your juices and his eyes were blown with lust.

Ron made a noise of agreement that was swallowed up by your lips, but you were ripped away from your boyfriend by George’s grip on your neck. He pulled you into a kiss with him, tasting yourself on his tongue, as Fred trailed kisses down your body until he was getting a taste of you for himself.

Fred quickly brought you your orgasm, his tongue so deep inside of you that your toes were curling. Your hands had a monster grip on Ron’s thighs and every noise you made got swallowed by George, his lips hot on yours.

You finally relaxed your body against Ron’s, his chest being the perfect place to settle against, as your body calmed down.

“Think you can handle all three of us?” Fred asked cheekily, looking up at you from his place on the floor.

You gave a shaky nod, but in your head you were unsure how this would even work. You never thought you’t get this far to even have considered it.

That line of thought was abruptly cut off when Ron grabbed your hair and yanked back so you were looking up at him again. “What did I say about using your words?” He asked darkly.

“Yes, I want to. I can,” you got out breathlessly, still basking in the sting of your scalp.

“Good,” Ron said, now satiated with your words. “Get on your hands and knees for us, bunny.”

He gave you one last searing kiss before releasing you, letting you adjust your own shaky limbs on the bed until you were in the position he instructed you to be in. As you did that, the boys began stripping themselves of their clothes, Fred and George both strategically in your line of sight depending on which way you turned your head.

You watched as they both ripped their shirts over their heads, a sight you were accustomed to thanks to many sweaty afternoons in the yard playing Quidditch. But you didn’t know where to look as they peeled down their jeans and briefs, relieving both of their impressive lengths. They were both around the same length, but Ron was thicker than both of them. No matter what, you knew you’d be sore in the morning.

“This is how it’s gonna work, bunny,” Ron said, finally rounding the bed so he could see you. “I’m gonna fuck this pretty little cunt,” he told you, adding emphasis of his possession when he bent over and easily hooked two fingers inside of you, pressing directly on your g-spot. You jumped at the abrupt action, but you never broke your eye contact with him.

“Fred’s going to fuck that tight ass,” he continued, and you watched as Fred rounded the bed until he was behind you.

“And George is gonna fuck that cute face,” Ron finished, George coming up on the other side of you to grip your face to force you to look at him.

“Does that sound good, sweetheart?” George asked, looking down at you fondly.

“Yes, fuck. Please,” you said, your hips beginning to move against nothing now that Ron had removed his fingers, searching for any ounce of friction you can get.

They moved in almost perfect sync. Ron maneuvered his way underneath you swiftly, George pulled your head off to the side so your mouth was lined up with the tip of his cock, and you could feel Fred’s lube covered fingers breach the entrance of your tightest hole all at once. You were overwhelmed in the best way, unsure what to do with yourself but totally just along for whatever ride they were about to bring you on.

When Ron fucked up into you roughly, George immediately pushed your head down to feel the full effects of your moan of his cock, causing a shiver to run through his body. They were practically fucking your mouth and core in tandem, one pulling out while the other brutally thrust in.

You felt as if you were splitting open for them already, but when Fred’s cock finally lined up with your entrance and began pushing in, you practically saw stars.

George let you pull away from him for a moment so you could breath through the new pressure inside of you, your head now buried in Ron’s neck as you panted and moaned. Ron had slowed down his thrusts to match with Fred, balancing you on the precipice of pain and pleasure.

“You’re doing so fucking good for us, Y/N. Just give it a minute and it’ll feel so good. You’re gonna be so pretty when you cum for us,” Ron mused quietly in your ear, knowing that you’d latch on to his voice to get you through the intensity.

Finally, your hips starting moving against theirs, a silent signal you were ready for them to fuck you, all three of them truly went wild with you body.

George dragged your face back over to him, letting you do your own thing but keeping a steady hand in your hair in case you tried to pull away. Ron and Fred were fucking into you in perfect sync, pulling out and fucking into you at the same time.

It was so intense you were shaking, only being held up by three strong pairs of hands at this point. But you couldn’t hide how good it was making you feel. Even as deep as George’s cock was down your throat, it was barely muffling the screams of pleasure you were giving them. You just hoped someone remembered to cast a silencing charm.

You could hear them talking around you, a mix of praises directed at you and words shared between themselves. “Fuck, you feel so good” and “Just like that” mixed with “She feels like fucking heaven” and “Her mouth is a dream”. You could barely hear them over the blood pumping through you, but you knew you’d remember it later with a blush and a smile.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. Swallow it all for me,” George told you, bruising your hair out of your sweaty face. You felt the unmistakable twitch of his cock just before he spilled his cum inside of your mouth and fucked it down your throat, giving you no choice but to follow his request. He came with one of the prettiest noises you had ever heard, and you knew you’d want to hear it again someday if you were lucky enough.

You pulled away from George panting, finally able to have a minute to catch your breath as Fred and Ron continued to pound furiously into you, your body jolting with every deliberate thrust.

“Ron, please I’m so close,” you begged, for what you weren’t entirely sure, but you knew he’d know what to do. All you could focus on was how close you were, how tightly you were gripping both of your cocks, and trying your best to balance on shaky arms so you didn’t collapse.

Without missing a beat, Ron turned his head to George. “Touch her clit,” he told him, finally sounding breathless from all the work he was putting in.

Fred’s arms came around you to pull you up until your back was against his chest, giving George full access to your most sensitive spot.

“Cum for us. Show us how much you loved this and cum for us,” Fred said low in your ear.

Your eyes never left Ron’s as all three of them worked you closer and closer to the edge. As much as the twins were turning you on, this orgasm was for you boyfriend. Everyone you had was. He was the one that let this happen. Let them take you like this. And he was the one currently fucking your g-spot with every thrust it made your head spin.

“Cum for me” was all Ron had to say, seeing and feeling just how close you were, for you to explode.

Your vision went white and your whole body shook, the only thing keeping you grounded was Fred’s warm chest pressed against you. You knew the scream you were hearing was your own, but you couldn’t keep it quiet no matter how hard you tried. You pulsed around their cocks, milking them of their own orgasms as you were going through yours. You felt their cum fill you completely, another moan leaving your mouth at how erotic it felt.

When you finally felt as though you had come back down to real life, you were settled against Ron’s chest, his cock still in you, while the twins were busying themselves with getting dressed. They were talking quietly while Ron ran his hand up and down along your back, just waiting until you were finally back in the present.

George was the first one to notice your eyes had opened again when he finally got his pants back on. He walked over to the bed and knelt down so he was almost eye level with you.

“That was wonderful, darling. You were perfect,” he told you, placing a quick kiss to your forehead before righting himself only for Fred to take his place.

“What he said,” Fred told you with a smirk and mimicking his twin's kiss to your forehead. “We’ll see you two lovebirds in the morning,” he added with a wink.

They both made their way out of the room, the door clicking behind them, leaving you and Ron in a blissed out silence.

“Did you have fun?” He finally asked, tilting his neck so he was looking down at you.

“I did. Thank you,” you said with a soft smile.

“My girl always gets what she wants. You just have to ask, bunny,” He said, placing a kiss on your nose.

When you moved your lips up to move against his, he stopped you with a chuckle. “No offense but my brother did just cum in your mouth. So let’s go get you cleaned up so I can kiss you properly, yeah?” He asked, wrapping a blanket around you so he could get you down the hallway and into the bathroom.

“I thought you weren’t going to be weird about it,” you grumbled under your breath as he adjusted you in his arms, carrying you bridal style.

“That’s different and you know it,” he said defensively as he made his way for the door, making you giggle.

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