#fe amber x reader

[frickingnerd]

Brodia Masterlist

Diamant

Alcryst

how could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine? - oneshot

poly relationship with diamant & ivy - headcanons

what we meant to say - oneshot

cuddling with alcryst - headcanons

Lapis

lapis with a rich s/o - headcanons

Citrinne

first date with citrinne - headcanons

Amber

the way i love you - oneshot

Jade

jade writing a novel about your love story - headcanons

[kisscara]

O4. the student council [fanboy!scaramouche x drummer!reader] ⎯⎯ heartbeat rhythm series

"hey, i can't have you sleeping on me," scaramouche snaps, taking ahold of your wrist to drag you away from you were previously spacing out in the middle of the hallway. you mutter a quick apology and sheepishly grin. it just feels so weird to actually keep up a conversation, let alone spend time, with him.

he lets go of you the second he realizes what he's doing. he looks to the side with a flustered face. 'i held them for a moment.' scaramouche covers his mouth with one hand, 'their wrists are so firm... all that drumming surely strengthens their hands.'

scaramouche stops in his tracks and points to a door. "the rest of the student council members are there, i'll introduce you to them. but of course, i already know that you know ayaka and yanfei." he's bound to reach for the knob but freezes up when you unknowingly begin to feed his ego.

"you know about that? oh, you must have done research! that's very thorough of you, president. i could never balance grades with council stuff..." you sweatdrop and laugh it off. it's not very often that you're able to indulge in such things like this, since you're frequently absorbed with band activities.

and it's exactly the reason why yun jin calls you awkward. all that fame and lack of interacting with people outside of your fanbase must have gotten you rusty on communication. scaramouche doesn't turn his head to look at you, but sighs. "buttering me up with those words won't get you anywhere."

you continue to sweat in confusion as he opens the door, leaving you speechless. are you trying to kill the poor guy!? archons, the pace of his heartbeat was all over the place that he needed a moment! scaramouche exhales through his nose and relaxes his shoulders.

"oh, look! mister 'mouche is back!" kaeya playfully exclaims. yanfei looks up from her clipboard, "good afternoon, president. i see you have (name) with you."

scaramouche sneers, "obviously; you're not blind or anything. (name), that's kaeya. kazuha's the guy with the red streak, he's over there working on decorations with the brown haired girl, amber." you slowly nod your head with every sentence he says, even though you can hardly keep up with how distracted you are with his pretty eyes.

ayaka stammers, "k-kaeya, isn't that a little too much confetti to be ordering?" kaeya waves her off, "it'll be fine-" scaramouche snatches the tablet from the taller male. "i thought i was clear about the fact that ayaka is in charge of the orders. you're on backstage duty with yanfei."

kaeya chuckles, "geez, alright. does that mean i get to meet the little guest you brought along with you?" scaramouche furrows his brows, "save some face before i punch it, bastard. yanfei, go do a stage check with kaeya."

yanfei hums as she drags kaeya away, "c'mon, big guy. your brother's not going to be happy to hear you've been up to your usual antics." kaeya whines, "you're such a tattletale, you know that!? just 'cause he's your tutor or whatever..."

amber exclaims, "hey, president!" she stands in front of scaramouche and makes it very clear that she's angry with that glare of hers. "you didn't even discuss this with the rest of us but instantly assumed that we'd go on board with this whole band performance just because you're the president."

scaramouche raises a brow, "and?" the brunette groans, "what do you mean and!? i'm saying that you should at least tell us before making last minute changes. i thought we weren't going to do anything big this year because of the budget." you're anxiously standing by scaramouche as he continues to bicker with amber.

scaramouche scoffs, "i'm paying for all of the costs anyways, what does it matter to you, or the school? we have to admit that the school fes last year was horrible, who even thought of some choir performance?" amber put her foot down, "me, you asshole! and barbara was great, you just don't have good music taste!"

you deadpan, 'i have a feeling i'm not supposed to be here.' you look over to where kazuha and ayaka were making crafts for decor. ayaka ushers you over with her hand and you approach the two. kazuha smiles, "sorry about them, they're always like this. want one?" he holds up a chocolate chip cookie in front of you.

you sigh in relief, 'he's so sweet, just like ayaka.' you happily accept his offer and ayaka clasps her hands together, "you can stay and help us out, if you want." you haven't even replied but scaramouche comes out of nowhere to interfere. "they didn't come here to do our job, ayaka. (name), let's go."

"i'll see you later, aya! and thanks, kazuha!" you quickly greet them farewell and follow scaramouche out of the room. amber crosses her arms with a pout, "he gets on my nerves all the time. i feel bad for that person." ayaka looks elsewhere, muttering, "oh, you don't know how much they like him..."

scaramouche promptly brushes off his shoulder, "amber doesn't know what she's talking about. i hate hard-headed people like her." deep down, you fight back the urge to point out the hypocrisy in his words. "she should just learn her place and move on." scaramouche narrows his eyes and leads you outside to where the outdoor stage is.

he could see yanfei setting up the amps but kaeya? nowhere in sight. scaramouche clicks his tongue inside his mouth, "where did he go now?" yanfei flatly replies, "he went back inside to hide from you in the washroom stalls."

an irk mark appears on scaramouche's forehead. he tsks, "he's a dead man. yanfei, help (name) set up their drums while i look for him." the second scaramouche disappears behind the school doors, you instantly run towards the stage and up the steps to get to yanfei.

you squeeze her in your embrace, "uuuh, i don't know what to dooo..." yanfei softly sighs, "you look like you're doing great so far, don't worry. oh and," she put a finger up and a playful smirk tugs at the corner of her lips, "you should give the cd to him after you're done for the day. trust me, he'll love it."

you frown and pull away from her, "sure, but the only thing im worried about is performing. i've never performed in front of someone without the others." yanfei gave you an encouraging head pat, "you'll do amazing. here, what song are you going to cover?" she hands you the tablet and peers over your shoulder.

"mm... oh, i know! nevermind, he might not like lovey-dovey songs. ah, maybe-! ugh, no, too dark. what about — too boring-" the pink haired female suddenly flicks you in the forehead. you whine, "i'm sorry, but i don't know, okay!?" yanfei shakes her head, "give me that. here, you can cover one of hokago tea time's songs, alright?"

your eyes light up, "really?" she chuckles, "yeah. this song good?" you eagerly nod and yanfei gives you another pat on the head. "i can't believe you actually brought your hello kitty snare drum," she comments while walking away to set up your cymbals. you rush over to help her.

"hm, if he doesn't like it, it's his problem." you huff and put down your (color) snare case. you unzip it and take out your snare as yanfei finishes up with prepping your entire drum set. she heads to the side of the stage and pulls up your drum throne. you beam, "i missed my darling so much!"

yanfei settles it from behind the drums and grins. "so much for taking a break from band activities. at least madame faruzan's agency isn't on you five as constant as before." you nod along to her statement and place your snare in front of the drum throne.

you and yanfei perk up at the sound of the school doors swinging open. scaramouche drags kaeya behind him by the tie of his shirt. "come on, i don't want to waste any more time than i already have. yanfei, do a quick sound check and (name), you better not disappoint me for the sake of your band's reputation."

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what happens when you, a talented and well-known drummer across the web, grow an intense crush for the student council president, who's also your number one fan? from annoying sisters to nosy bandmates, the next event that happens is always more chaotic than the last!

© kisscara

[yesimwriting]

A Knife in the Back

A/N felt like coming back to writing here now that it’s summer and i’m working on rediscovering myself in order to deal with some mental health stuff. What’s a better thing to come back with than my roots? 

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader 

Background: This is very much inspired by the main relationship dynamic in the Hulu show ‘The Great’ (if you haven’t watched it and have a hulu subscription and are old enough I’d def recommend it). Basically this is just playing into the ‘i love you, but i’m supposed to want to kill you’ trope. Also inspired by Taylor Swift’s ‘My Tears Ricochet’ (i’m obsessed with the line ‘you had to kill me, but it killed you just the same’) 

Summary: Y/n has been groomed her entire life to take over as head of a major gang. Recently, she’s been working with the Crows. Tonight, though, she’s being put to the ultimate test of loyalty. No longer is this a game of cat and unaware mouse, because now she’s supposed to kill Kaz Brekker. 

this ends on a cliffhanger bc i wanted to do a two-part thing, so let me know if you’d be interested in that or want to be tagged :))

I was first exposed to the concept of taking someone’s life when I was about seven. I don’t remember what happened, but I remember that Cassandra hadn’t meant for me to find out about it. She didn’t take any care to keep it from me, but she didn’t exactly want me walking into her office after she slit the throat of the merchant that tried taking advantage of her.

She had blinked at me, then, before telling me that forcing death was just a part of life. She didn’t react when I ran out into the hall to throw up after the man’s blood soaked into my socks. She rubbed my back gently and told me that soon I’d learn how to kill efficiently so that I wouldn’t have to stomach much.

I was ten when Cassandra made good on that promise. I still remember the day she taught me how to kill with calculation. We spent the day together, plunging blades into foam mannequins. She presented me with my first dagger that day. 

That was years ago, and somehow, by some kind of miracle, I had avoided ever having to kill someone. Cassandra raised me, meaning that there’s always been someone else around to do the dirty work. Either Cassandra would do the ugly part of a job for me or one of her upper ranking underlings would be around in order to spare me.

But today is the day where all of that changes. Not only do I have to kill someone, but I have to kill Kaz Brekker. The pit in my stomach should only exist because of my fear of retaliation. I should only be concerned about what the Bastard of the Barrel will do if he realizes my betrayal, but that’s not why I’ve felt sick all day. 

When I first started playing double agent, I didn’t think it’d end like this for so many reasons. Cassandra never told me that her overall goal was to have Kaz Brekker killed. I also really, really didn’t expect to see Kaz as a person, let alone... 

I don’t even know. I just--I hated him. I was supposed to hate him and being exposed to his cruelty and lack of regard for life made it easy. And then--then one day it started to seem like maybe he isn’t made of darkness. Maybe he’s only touched by it, maybe he only wears it because he needs to. Maybe he’s more like Cassandra than I was supposed to realize.

“You alright, dovey?” 

I should roll my eyes at Jesper’s question and relax into my seat. I should act normal so that no one will suspect anything of me. All I can manage to do is slump into my seat. “A bit of a headache,” I mumble, “You know it happens from time to time.” My dagger is sheathed beneath layers of fabric but somehow I still feel the coldness of the metal. It forces a chill through me. “And don’t call me ‘Dovey’, we’ve talked about nicknames.” 

Jesper lets his head fall to the side dramatically. My eyes move to the glass in his hand. The amber liquid sloshes with Jesper’s movements. “You’re no fun when you’re in a mood.” I open my mouth to comment on how dramatic he’s being and the fact that I’m feeling perfectly fine, but he beats me to it. “Then again, with what boss-man said, I’d be in a mood, too.” 

What--what Kaz said? “With what who said?” 

Sobriety attempts to grasp Jesper, but he quickly dodges it. His eyes briefly shut as he takes a sharp inhale. “You don’t know.” 

Something in my stomach knots. Did Kaz find out who I am? “Know what?” He brings a finger up to his lips, signaling that it’s a secret. “Jesper.” 

“Y/n,” he copies the sharpness of my tone. I continue to glare at him. “C’mon, don’t put me in this position, today’s been hard enough. Our job went off without an issue, don’t drag--” I don’t stop glowering. “Y/n--” He sighs once. “Fine--I don’t--I didn’t hear much, just that your name--” Jesper pauses, struggling to arrange his sentence. “Your name came up during a deal. I couldn’t quite hear everything.” 

“Well, what did you hear?”

Jesper hesitates again, eyebrows pinching together in an unsettlingly pitiful way. “Some kind of contingency thing--something that would’ve--would’ve given the other man the rights to you.”

Something in me bursts into flame. The ice of the knife strapped to my skin is suddenly welcome. An old instinct in my chest understands the meaning of Jesper’s slurred words before the rest of me does. “The rights to me?” 

Jesper shifts uneasily. “If your headache’s not going away, maybe you should just have a drink for your nerves and go to bed.” I don’t move. 

“How can someone have ‘the rights’ to me? I’m not indentured--” 

“Kaz knows how to run with an assumption when it’s convenient.”

Something in my chest turns to stone. Jesper’s drunken testimony has left gaps in the story, but it’s not exactly hard to fill in. For whatever reason, Kaz put me on the line for a deal. It wouldn’t have been hard for him to make good on his promise. Kaz could slip something into my drink. He could overpower me or have someone do it for him. He could force me into something at gunpoint. He could--he could have sold me. 

I swallow once, wiping my eyes with my palm. “Listen, y/n, Kaz says whatever he needs to--” 

“His word means something, Jesper, you know that.” 

My voice must reflect how hollow I feel inside because Jesper sighs once. “Y/n-”

I swallow once, “I’m fine, Jesper. You didn’t hear everything, and you’re drunk, and nothing happened. Everything’s fine.”

Something in my chest has stopped. He was willing to sell me. I was wagered like the gambling chips from the Crow Club. Everything Cassandra said was right. Kaz Brekker may be a criminal like the woman that raised me, but he lacks Cassandra’s one redeeming quality. He lives without humanity.

I have heard the stories, I have seen what becomes of women sold and bartered. Cassandra has stolen so many women that were owned by men like the man Kaz just did business with. The man he was willing to sell me to just to get an edge on Pekka Rollins.

Thousands of images reflect in my mind. I can see them now, their empty eyes offset only by the litter of bruises against their skin.

“Y/n--” 

“I said I’m fine, Jesper. I know how Brekker is.” I repeat, voice stern. “I just need to go to bed.” He looks like he wants to say something. “I’ll sleep it all off.” I stand, staring at a blank spot on the wall. “Don’t drink too much, alright? Just make sure you eventually find your way to a safe bed. It doesn’t even have to be yours.” 

Jesper grins, “You get me.” He sighs, adjusting his hold on his glass. “Will do, Doves, make sure to take something to make sleeping off that headache a little easier.” 

No matter how tonight goes, if I survive, I’m going to need to drink something strong. “Yeah, Jes, I’ll take care of my headache.” 

I am a phantom as I approach the stairwell. In another life, another version of events, I never entertained the idea of being Jesper’s company as he drank in celebration of our success. In that reality, what I need to do is less possible.

With shaking hands I reach towards the pocket of my dark pants. In a single slash, the blade my fingers are touching can take a life. I can extinguish a flame of destruction and Cassandra will be proud of me. She’ll realize that the child she took in was worth it.

“Y/n--” 

I turn, trying to hide how ambushed I feel. Okay...there’s nothing weird about jumping about someone’s sudden appearance. “Kaz.” 

His name stumbles awkwardly from me. Act normal. “I need to speak to you.” Speak to me, how kind of him to waste his valuable time communicating with someone who’s basically cattle. “I have some business to attend to first. Meet me in my office before the hour ends?” 

Why, is my purchaser going to be expecting me? The urge to lash out pulses through me, but that will get me nothing. Kaz is beyond reason. If I could change him, if I could spare him, I would. So I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. 

“The color’s drained from your face.” His observation is a blow to the chest. “You’re not ill. Does Nina--” 

“I’m fine.” His concern is only practical. Illness would only slow me down or make me less valuable. “Just a migraine. I’ll sleep it off tonight.” 

His eyebrows draw together for a moment. “Hm.” Please let that be the dismissal I’m looking for. “If you’re feeling uneasy, you don’t need to over concern yourself. That’s what I wanted to meet with you about.” Kaz pauses, an odd affliction crossing his features briefly. “You did good work today.” 

An unnamed feeling wedges itself between my hurt and fury. Grief--crushing, undeniable grief has found itself in me. “Thank you.” 

Kaz won’t stop looking at me directly in the eye. “I know that you’re adverse to killing and much of what I do, but you never let that translate into weakness.” 

His voice is low and uneasily patient. My chest flutters, all of my emotions curdling in my chest. Even on a normal day I wouldn’t be able to think of a good response to that. “I’ll see you before the end fo the hour.” He nods once and I turn. “Kaz,” his name comes from me without my permission, “I appreciate your acknowledgement of my lack of weakness.” 

For a second, I think he might smile. “I never said you lack weakness.” 

“I know, but your gushing approval made your true feelings clear.”

“Dear, y/n, light of my existence,” Kaz approaches me, extending a hand slowly. I become perfectly still as his pinky latches onto mine for a brief moment. My heart stops. “I have never once ‘gushed approval’.” His sarcasm seems to settle me. The corner of my mouth turns upwards. “Now, get out of my way, I have some business to deal with downstairs.”

“Doubt I could get you to ask more nicely.” 

He takes a single step forward. “Please, excuse me.” 

A final good moment with Kaz. My chest swells as I step to the side. “That’s more like it.” 

He disappears down the stairs. Okay--within the hour. I have time to-to think and to--I don’t even know. Cassandra sent me here to ruin him, to work against him so that our gang could do better. I’m a mole, not a killer. But I should have known that one day our relationship would end like this--the knife of one buried in the back of the other. 

That final thought echoes in my chest, shattering me. I make it to my room, lock the door, and sink against the wall, suppressing a sob. 

I stay like that for as long as I can justify it, but there is no putting off the inevitable. Kaz Brekker will die at my hand, and it is deserved. I wipe at my tears with the back of my palm and wash my face in the sink. Once I’m convinced that I’m presentable, I leave my room, checking for the blade secured to my thigh. It hasn’t been that long, so there’s a good chance I will have the element of surprise. That’s the only way to end this. I’ll be efficient, just like Cassandra taught me. He will not suffer, and it will not be personal. 

I walk to his office, my steps methodical. He would have sold me. He would have sold me. He would have sold me. I take a deep breath, reaching for the handle of the door to his office. I pull the dagger from its place, squeezing the hilt. He would have ruined me. 

Pushing the door open silently, I stop breathing. His tall figure is turned away from the door. Good, this way he won’t have to see me and I won’t have to feel his reaction. My steps are even until I’m within arms reach of him. Think of Cassandra, think of all he’s done. 

My blade plunges into his back. The world stops. I pull my knife out before pushing it back in. Tears swell in my eyes. Again and again, I stab him. He takes two unsteady steps before falling to his knees. I yank the knife out one final time. He collapses in front of me. 

Everything in my body shatters. Dead--Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, the boy who stayed up with me after an injury left me too sore to sleep, the man who would have sold me. He used me as currency, he has disrespected and threatened me so many times, and he linked his gloved pinky with mine in order to ease me. 

I stare at his body, forcing the hurt to crash into me like violent waves. All of my fury, all of my desire to win Cassandra over, vanishes. Now all that’s left is a burning agony. 

What have I done? 

The question is screamed so loudly in my head that it feels silent. I tear my gaze from the body--his body--and stare at my knife. The end of it is coated in so much sticky, red liquid I could throw up. My hands and clothing are covered in the same thing. I drop to my knees, letting everything I’m wearing soak into his blood. My free hand covers my mouth in hopes of silencing the sound that is ripped from my throat. The urge to touch him, to feel him while he’s still warm, pours through me. But the one thing I can still offer him is the protection of his will. I will respect his wishes. So instead of dropping over him, I just stare, my fingers still gripping the damn knife. 

What have I done? 

Collected footsteps snap me out of the trans I’ve fallen into. I take two deep breaths before turning my head. If I have been caught, I deserve whatever fate I will be met with. Blinking twice, I force my eyes to adjust on the person who has found me. There is no energy in me for fear for myself, there is only heartbreak. 

Kaz. It’s--he’s alive. By some Saint granted miracle, he’s alive!

He’s standing there, watching me with the blankest expression I’ve ever seen him wear. I don’t care. I don’t care. I jump to my feet, disregarding the only man I’ve ever killed. Whoever he was, that’s something for me to feel guilty about later. Eventually, the relief will become a feeling I can manage and I’ll be able to regret the life I just took, but right now all that matters is Kaz. 

I drop the dagger, letting it clatter against the hardwood floor. I run towards him, desperate to be close enough to see his open eyes and to be aware of the rise and fall of his chest. “Kaz,” a lament, a prayer, a lifeline. 

My hand moves forward without a second thought. I link my pinky with his, the same way he did earlier. I squeeze his finger as tightly as possible, desperate to feel the fact that he’s alive. Kaz owes me nothing, but he gives me what I need. His pinky squeezes mine back, his eyes holding mine. 

I think we could have stayed like that forever. But the man that I attacked shattered our silence with a pained, exhausted groan. Our hands fall apart. 

[bang-tan-bitches]

Title: Need - 3 Word Count: 2.8k+ Rating: M Genre: fluff, smut, abo!universe, hybrid!bts Warnings: smut, multiple partner smut, threesome, two some, some some, creampie(s), knotting, biting, minor blood play, minor dirty talk, alpha/omega dynamic, anal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (M and F receiving) Pairing: Namjoon x fem!reader, Yoongi x fem!reader, Hoseok x fem!reader Summary: Sometimes you find your mate, and sometimes you find three. Life is funny that way. Written by: Admin A

A/N: Hello and welcome to the final chapter of Need. This one is just pure smut. So much smut.. so please thank B for her brilliant mind. There’s no way this would have happened without her. Thank you all for your patience, we hope you enjoy!

- Part One - Part Two - Part Three(end) -

There’s no time for you to look around what you’re sure is a rather amazing room. Namjoon is walking so fast, he may as well be running. The other two right behind him. 

Namjoon dumps you on the bed, throwing the useless sheet to the far corner of the room. You bounce once before he’s on you, pressing you into the mattress. His hands slide around your waist moving up and bringing the t-shirt with as his lips find yours. Too soon, he pulls away, your lips parted by the shirt he’s trying to remove. You resist, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging to him. He chuckles and pulls away, taking your shirt with him, tossing it to the corner of the room with the sheet. Once he’s off the bed, you prop yourself up on your elbows, panting a little. 

You blink slowly as you realize Hoseok and Yoongi are already naked and standing at the end of the bed, their hot hungry eyes are roving your body and you feel a delicious shiver run through you. Your eyes wander over their hard, lean bodies and you feel a growl of your own build in the back of your throat at the thought of anyone else having seen them this way. They were yours in a way you didn’t fully understand yet, but were more than willing to figure out. 

“Like what you see baby?” Namjoon asks from beside you and you turn your head enough to find him. You mean to meet his eyes, really, you do. But when you turn to look at him, your gaze gets caught on his large cock - heavy and hard and right in your face. It’s base is nestled in dark curls and you have the sudden urge to bury your nose in them and drown in his scent.  You lick your lips as it bobs in front of you and don’t think twice before sucking the tip into your mouth. Above you, Namjoon groans and the bed dips as two more bodies join you. After a quick flick of your tongue against his slit, licking up the bead of pre-cum there, you release him with a wet pop! 

You turn and smirk at Yoongi and Hoseok as you answer, “Very much.” 

Namjoon wraps a hand in your hair and tilts your head back until you meet his gaze and you gasp. His eyes are melted gold and amber swirling around a wide black pupil and the longer you look, the more it seems like something was trying to emerge through the flames in his eyes. Quickly, you avert your eyes and his hand tightens slightly at the submissive action.  You moan and arch your back at his dominant touch. 

“Oh, you like that, don’t you sweetheart?” Hoseok says softly from near your feet and you look down at him as best you can with Namjoon’s hand still in your hair. His mouth is twisted into a wicked smile that promises all sorts of debauchery and his eyes… his eyes are the same golden shade as Namjoon’s. “You want to be dominated, don’t you? Held down and knotted. You want us to fill you up until you’re dripping, our scent all over you, inside and out, our kits growing in your belly.” 

You lick your lips and swallow thickly, but don’t say anything, it’s too much, knowing what he’s suggesting is exactly what you want, when only that morning the thought of, well, all of it had been the furthest thing from your mind. His lips are warm as he leaves a trail of wet kisses all over your stomach, almost as if he’s imagining you already round with their child. Namjoon’s hand tightens again, then loosens when you look up at him, but he doesn’t let go. The soft head of his cock brushes against your cheek. “Your Alpha asked you a question Omega.” 

The air leaves you in a rush as another wave of lust overcomes you when you realize that these were Alphas, in every sense of the word. 

“Yes Alpha.” You finally answer, your voice thick with desire. 

“Good girl.” Yoongi purrs into your ear and nuzzles just behind it. Namjoon lets go of your hair and uses that hand to cup the back of your neck, stroking lightly with his fingers.  You turn to look at Yoongi and once again, you’re caught in a golden gaze, though his seems to be threaded with black rather than amber and, just as you did with Namjoon, you avert your eyes. 

“Such a good girl.” Yoongi murmurs and nips your earlobe. 

Distracted as you are by Namjoon and Yoongi, you haven’t noticed Hoseok moving closer until his hands are prying apart your thighs.  You part them easily and meet his heated - golden and red - gaze. “We’re going to fuck you now, our little omega. Later, we’ll be gentle, but right now, we want to fuck you into this mattress and make you scream.” He lowers his head and licks a warm, wet trail up your thigh and to your core then looks up at you from between your thighs, “Do you want that?” 

“Yes. Yes Alpha, please.” You plead and thrust your hips closer to his mouth, but he pulls away. 

“Please what, Omega?” 

“Fuck me. Fill me. Mark me. Everything. Just please!” You cry out, needing them to do something, anything. Your emotions were no longer at war within you. They’d all given way to a desire so intense you were surprised you hadn’t burst into flames yet. Namjoon let’s go of you and your head hits the pillow.

Hoseok licks a stripe from the bottom of your slit to your clit before slipping his tongue inside. It's hotter and deeper than you thought a tongue could go, but right now you don’t care because the way he’s moving it and the spots he’s hitting is making you see stars   “You taste so delicious, no wonder Yoongi couldn’t help himself.” He says then sticks two fingers into your sopping wet core, pushing them in and out, occasionally curling them to hit that sweet spot deep inside you. “You’re so wet. Are you ready for me baby?” 

You nod and he moves to position himself at your entrance, with a quick thrust of his hips, he’s hilt deep inside you and you keen from pleasure. 

“That’s it baby girl, take it all.” he purrs as he pulls out. 

“You look so pretty with his cock buried inside your pretty little cunt.” 

You feel something warm and soft press against your parted lips. Opening eyes you didn’t realize you closed, you meet Namjoon’s eyes before opening your mouth wider, letting him fuck your mouth while you wrap a hand around Yoongi, pumping him in time with Hoseok’s trusts. 

Busy as you are with Namjoon and Yoongi, you don’t notice how hot and hard Hoseok’s hands are on your thighs until he’s pushing your legs up and into Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s waiting grips, opening you up for him to thrust deeper. 

“Gotta make sure you don’t spill any. Need to fill you…” Hoseok leans over you, distracting you from Namjoon and Yoongi. 

Namjoon slips out of your mouth and Yoongi out of your hand when Hoseok flips you over without warning, making you gasp as he pulls out and pushes back in without missing a beat.

“Hands and knees baby girl.” 

You comply and Yoongi shifts and shimmies until he's underneath you. You let them move you how they want, slipping off of one hard cock and onto the other, riding Yoongi like there's no tomorrow and taking a kneeling Namjoon back into your mouth. Choking without the use of your hands. 

Namjoon slowly pulls out of your mouth so you can catch your breath and you tense when you feel lubed fingers circling your asshole. A little scared, but excited over what is happening, you try to relax, but you know they can feel your trepidation. Yoongi rubs his hot hands down your back, trying to soothe your nerves.

“Shh… it’s okay baby girl. You can take me here. You were made for this. For us.” Hoseok slides his fingers inside your ass a little deeper, slowly stretching you open.

Yoongi kisses you deeply, his hot tongue licking into your mouth and distracting you enough to allow Hoseok to slip his fingers out of you and slowly push the tip of his cock inside your ass.

You whimper into Yoongi’s mouth as Hoseok stretches your tight ring of muscle. Namjoon slips his fingers through your hair and gently guides your head to the side so he can kiss you. All three men groan once Hoseok is fully sheathed inside of you, as if they are synced together and can all equally feel you. 

Namjoon kisses you deeply, a sloppy, wet, dirty kiss filled with tongues and teeth as Hoseok and Yoongi thrust inside of you simultaneously. You feel overly sensitive as if there are a million hands touching you everywhere at once. Every thrust fills you with pleasure. Large, hot hands grip your breasts, plucking your nipples as other hands grip your hips, holding you tighter, and fingers tangle in your hair. 

The wet sounds of Yoongi and Hoseok pushing inside of you are obscene. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t completely blissed out. Sweat covers all your bodies and every push and pull of their cocks has you shivering and pulsing around them. You are so close, you can feel every ridge of their veiny cocks.

“You’re close, aren’t you baby?” Yoongi growls as he gives a particularly hard thrust, “I can feel your sweet cunt squeezing around me.”

You can barely moan out a yes, your body shivering uncontrollably. Everything feels so tight and tense, and every thrust has your body trembling with pleasure. You feel fuzzy, almost lightheaded, and with Yoongi and Hoseok thrusting in tandem, you can feel yourself so close to coming.

“Such a beautiful little omega.” Namjoon’s voice is thick with lust, “Come for us, Omega. Please your alphas.”

Yoongi swallows your cry as you come, his thick cock swelling inside you. You can feel his knot catch at your entrance and the stretch of him burns so good. His cock pulses as he unloads a thick flood of come inside of you. Hoseok presses his forehead against your shoulder blade, his hips stuttering as he continues fucking your ass. His hands grip your hips tightly, sharp nails prickling your soft skin. He waits until the last possible moment before pulling out, thick globs of his come coating your ass. He presses himself against you, his thick cock resting between the cheeks of your ass, his knot feels hard against your skin. You’re so sweaty and so hot, come leaking out around Yoongi’s cock while Hoseok nuzzles the back of your neck.

You know how this works. In theory. You have heard stories anyways. That their release is their cue to mark you. You brace yourself for the pain of their bites, more than ready to bear their marks, ready to show the world you belong with them… they don’t. 

They don’t bite you and it seems they don’t plan to. Before you can question it or get too worked up over the lack of teeth, Hoseok pulls away and Yoongi slips out of you and you’re jostled around to a new position. You close your eyes at the speed of their movements, feeling the soft bedding against your back and the heat from one of the alphas on top of you.

Your eyes flutter open and meet Namjoon’s slitted eyes and wicked smile. His large, warm hands slip down your sides to slide your legs open. You do not know where Yoongi and Hoseok are, but your gaze is completely consumed with Namjoon. His body radiates power and the feel of his thick, veiny cock pressed between you has you dripping with anticipation.

“We’ve been waiting for you, Omega,” Namjoon’s voice is dark, seductive, “I’ve been waiting for you.” 

You gasp when he slides inside of you. He’s so big, it’s almost painful. You thought that after Yoongi’s knot you would be able to take Namjoon easier, you were wrong. Every part of him is pressed so intimately close to you that you can only breathe him in with every lungful of air. 

“Fuck,” His deep voice sends shivers down your spine, every part of your body yearning for him to speak again, “Such a good little omega.”

“Yes,” You gasp, arching your back. You can feel every rigid inch of his thick cock inside you. "I-I'm your good o-omega."

"You take our cocks so well." Namjoon groans out, his body feels so hot pressed against yours. Your hands grip his shoulders, trying to anchor yourself, his once smooth skin feels hard and almost scaly. You don’t even realize you have sliced open your palms until your hand cups Namjoon’s face, leaving a bloody handprint. His nostrils flare at the scent of your blood and you gasp as he seems to slide in deeper. 

You can barely catch your breath, you feel dizzy with pleasure. Namjoon grips your bloody hand, holding it to his lips, his long-pointed tongue licking your bloody fingers. Every swipe of his tongue has your cunt clenching tighter around him. You know that you are going to come again. Every thrust of his cock has you gushing around him. The scent of sex and blood is thick in the air. 

“Such a sweet, sweet omega. Giving yourself to us.” Namjoon groans - his voice deeper than moments before - with a measured thrust making your toes curl, “Do you want to come?”

 “Yes,” You moan, your voice sounding hoarse to your own ears, “p-please, it feels so good.”

“Be a good girl,” Namjoon’s hot, hot fingers slip between your bodies, his sharp nails pinching your clit hard, “Come for your alpha.”

You shudder as you come hard, your back arching as your hips press up against Namjoon. You cannot hear anything over the blood rushing through your ears. You swear you almost black out at the intensity of your orgasm, you’re so hot and sweaty, hair plastered to your neck. 

Before you can catch your breath, you can feel Namjoon’s heavy cock begin to swell. It’s almost painful how he stretches you open and you can feel the tears gathering behind your closed eyes. He continues thrusting until his knot prevents him from moving, unloading hot sticky ribbons of come inside you. His come is so hot it almost burns, and his low continuous growl has your cunt clenching tighter around him. 

You keep your eyes closed, waiting for the marking bite that never comes. You can feel the combined release of you and your alphas dribbling out around Namjoon’s slowly deflating knot. Once Namjoon completely pulls away, you feel cold, almost empty.

Panting, you lay there, motionless except for the rise and fall of your chest with each breath. You try not to let the disappointment building in your chest spill onto your face. It was hard though. They had called you Omega… you were sure they were your Alphas…. so why didn’t they mark you? 

It hurt to think you had possibly just been used to get them through their heat and it wasn’t meant to be after all… but as their still warm come dripped out of your swollen cunt, you couldn’t help but feel overwhelming disappointment. 

“Not tired yet, are you Omega?” 

You blink away the tears you can feel building, bringing yourself back to the present with a gasp as you take in the sight at the end of the bed. 

“I- wh-what?” You could barely form words as you looked from one pair of leather wings to the other. Yoongi stood to one side, dark velvety looking black wings spread out behind him. Beside him, Hoseok with bright red wings, golden veins seeming to light them up from within. Each of them sporting curling black horns. And standing at the foot of the bed, smoke and fire leaking from his toothy grin, stood Namjoon, his blue wings taking on a silvery tint in the light, his horns were obviously the largest, curling back behind his ears. 

“No, our little Omega can’t be tired yet.” Hoseok says, smiling widely at the look of shock and awe that must be on your face. “We haven’t even marked her yet.” 

Your eyes go wide at his words and you grip the sheet a little tighter as you stare at their sharp teeth. Imugis. Your mind flashes to the legends of the korean dragons your grandfather used to tell you about in your childhood. Water gods known for benevolence and good luck. But your grandfather also told you of the darker fables, the imugis that were cursed, that were dangerous and possessive, that had sharp claws and even sharper teeth.

“Come, our little Omega,” Yoongi curls his long claw tipped fingers, beckoning you, “it’s time for your marks.” 

[theadosia]

Empty Rooms

cloud strife x soldier! reader

chapter one: a loathing of cowards

he hated his room. you were always sneaking in. always smoking out his window. always laughing at zack's bad jokes. it was so quiet. so empty. he hated his room.

warnings: implied murder/violence, blood/mentions of blood, graphic scenery, angst (with comfort), depression, unhealthy coping, drinking, cloud being a borderline alcoholic, presumed dead! reader, the reader used to smoke, scars, self hatred, mild dead dove do not eat, afab reader with gender neutral pronouns

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strife was many things, a soldier, an honest man, a fighter. so many things that he was proud of, but he knew deep down that he was scared. a coward. he hated people in his field that acted like that, wanting to tell them to go home if they're not willing to fight. "what a fucking hypocrite." the blonde hisses, squeezing his half empty glass. zack glances at his friend, eyes flickering down to the glass he gripped. "don't break that." the dark haired man warned, and cloud scoffs, downing the rest of his whiskey.

"where'd you put the bottle?" he asks, searching around the area he sat in for the sweet, comforting amber liquid. "i put it away whilst you were sulking. don't need you in the infirmary for alcohol poisoning." zack finally looks up from his paperwork, staring at cloud with a look of pure truth. he hated it, yet nowadays cloud hated a lot of things.

he hated his room. you were always sneaking in. always smoking out his window. always laughing at zack's bad jokes. it was so quiet. so empty. he hated his room. alas ever since he lost you, zack stayed over every night; but it was never the same.

every time cloud walked into the pristine clean bathroom, he saw your blood. your blood stained the walls in his mind, he couldn't blink it away. he scrubbed those walls for hours whilst crying for you. zack had to pull him away before the wall was damaged. cloud just couldn't get rid of his eyes trickery, the vibrant red staring at him as he sobs to himself whilst he has a pity party in the shower, water diluting his alcohol.

"listen, i know that they-" zack's words bring him back, and he snaps. "don't. don't talk about them." the blonde hisses, immediately regretting his anger. "cloud, you should visit them."

"i can't bring myself to do that. i don't want to see it. i can't..." cloud sulks, and zack furrows his brows. "see what?" he asks, leaning forward to look at his best friend better. "i can't visit their grave zack. just let me mourn in my own way!" he yells, storming off to his room. zack lets out a deep sigh, scribbling down on the paper before heading to bed himself.

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your breathing was getting better, the synthetic lung that replaced your own was growing stronger, more active. you didn't need a tube in your nose anymore. zack had popped around with some light snacks for your new fibre mesh stomach. "thank you... how is he?" you ask, voice hoarse. "not doing any better. every time i try to tell him he storms off." your friend sighs and you let out a small 'oh'.

"does that mean he won't come and see me?" you mumble, eyes deeply sad. did he hate you? were you a burden to him that night? "it's complicated but i'll keep trying." zack assures you with a reassuring hand on your scarring shoulder. "it's been a month..." you sigh, raising your hand to self consciously touch the deep, developing scar on your cheek. "i know... i'll get him to come around eventually." zack nods, sitting back and changing the topic to something lighter; yet cloud never escaped your mind.

"zack, does he hate me now?" your words make him freeze in the midst of telling his story, wild hand gestures stopping. "no! of course he doesn't." zack leans in, giving you a comforting hug. "cloud could never hate you. he's just grieving... he thinks he should of protected you that night." zack sighs, releasing you to give you space.

"but he was sleeping..." you protest weakly, body feeling heavier with a new depressing weight. you flop down with a wheeze and zack scolds you, telling you to be careful. "i miss him." you admit after a small period of silence. "he misses you too." zack nods, his last conversation with cloud lingering in his mind.

"there's something you're not telling me." you huff, and zack nods. he couldn't lie to you, you'd see right through it. "he's convinced that you're dead." zack informs you, and your heart shatters. "i'm dead to him..?" you sniffle, mind reeling with self loathing thoughts. "no- no! not like that!" zack hurries to reassure you, but you let out a small sob, telling him to leave you be. "i need to be alone right now..." your voice wavers as you cry, and zack sighs. "call me if anything happens." he gets up, leaving you to your self detest.

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cloud wakes up with a knock at the door and a throb in his temple, a familiar feeling he hated. "cloud? you awake?" zack calls and the blonde groans, sitting up and stalking over to swing the door open. "listen, i didn't mean to offend you last night dude." zack starts and cloud sighs. "it's fine. no need to apologise. it's just a hard subject at the moment..." cloud looks away, the feeling of openness to his heart made him uncomfortable.

"i get it... and i'm always here to listen to you." zack trails off slightly and cloud sighs. "i'm sensing a follow up to this..." the blonde crosses his arms over his chest, looking back at zack expectingly. his best friend smiles sheepishly, and cloud rolls his eyes. "fine, you got me... just, please visit them." he pleads, and cloud huffs. "i need time..." he closes his eyes, the tragic memories bringing him pain. "asap would be good." zack smiles, before nodding. "right, i'm starving- want breakfast?" the dark haired man smiles, and cloud chuckles.

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your days go by slowly, you could go from sitting in bed to sitting in a chair next to the window of your infirmary room- but that was it. zack brought you some books to try and keep you occupied, but your boredom tore through them mere hours after you received them. your room window had a clear view into the training yard, and you saw him. he looked miserable, and zack was next to him trying to prompt him to train with him.

you smile as cloud crosses his arms, ever so stubborn. he mustn't want to start training yet. zack's words cross your mind: "he's convinced you're dead." it stings your heart. you wanted to open the window and call cloud up to your room but your adapting lung (and the doctors) wouldn't allow any yelling. instead, you sit, admiring him instead. you longed for his company, for his embrace, for him.

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"dude, i'm not doing that." cloud laughs, and zack grins. "come on! no one ever wants to do this with me!" zack raises his arms in protest and cloud shakes his head. "it's because you look stupid." the blonde chuckles, crossing his arms. zack glances up behind cloud, and he feels tempted to turn to see what he's looking at. "hey.. whilst i have you in a good mood... mind if i introduce you to someone?" zack gestures to the door leading into base, and cloud sighs. "fine. lead the way."

zack drags cloud to the cafeteria first, grabbing some snacks for the person. "are they special? you never do this." cloud teases, and zack laughs. "you won't believe how special they are. to everyone. even you." zack nudges cloud's shoulder, and his friend sighs, eyes trailing away with sadness. "sorry, but you will be ecstatic to meet them." zack grins, pulling cloud along.

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you sigh, they had left the yard. your world seems duller now, and using the iv pole, you get up from the chair carefully. "hey! i brought someone to meet you!" zack beams, opening the door carelessly. the bang of wood against plaster made you jump and you turn to zack, relaxing at the sight of him. from behind him, cloud let's out a breath, muttering your name slightly. "hey... was wondering when you'd come visit." you grin weakly as cloud approaches you.

"i'll let you two catch up. see you tonight." zack leaves the bag of snacks and drinks on the desk, leaving with a small nod. once alone, cloud wraps you up in a tight hug, and you let go of the iv to cling onto him instead. "i thought i lost you..." he breathes out, tears wetting your shoulder. "me too.. when you didn't visit i thought you hated me." you reply, your own tears threatening to spill. "i could never." he pulls away to give you a pained smile.

with less support, your right leg wobbles and you let out a small unsure noise. cloud catches on immediately, grabbing your hips to support you. "come on, sit down. i don't want you getting hurt." he ushers you, taking a seat next to you and pulling you into another tight hug. "careful, i'm still healing." you giggle through the pain being applied to your developing scars. "sorry..!" he let's go completely, and you smile at him. "it's okay. and i want you to know that this." you gesture to yourself. "this wasn't your fault."

"but-"

"i don't care, cloud. you were sleeping and i was in the wrong place at the wrong time." you assure him, and he sighs. "i should of been there... i could of been quicker i just... i was so tired and-"

you cut off his rambling with a gentle kiss, laughing as it shuts him up immediately. "sorry... i'm happy you're okay... i was so convinced that i lost you... i thought..." he freezes, the thought visibly paining him. "it's okay. i'm alright. i may have lost a lung, and my stomach... and my uterus." you trail off, but pick up again when cloud looks at you with a deep sadness. "but- i'm still alive. i'm here. i'm fine. just goes to show that i was right!" you grin smugly, and cloud snorts. "you're really pulling a "i told you so" at a time like this?" he laughs, wiping away some of his tears.

you laugh too, pulling him in for a more gentle hug. "i'm so happy that you're here. it feels like i'm dreaming." cloud smiles, his arms tightening around you in a more secure yet loose grip. "i assure you, you're not dreaming." you reply, resting your head upon his shoulder. "you haven't been taking care of yourself, have you?" you note how you could feel his ribs prominently through his chest, his eyes have dark bags under them. "not really..." he admits shyly and you giggle.

"god, how would you live without me?" you tease and he rolls his eyes, flicking your forehead gently. "do me a favour and grab the snacks zack got? i'm not exactly in walking shape right now." you smile, and cloud nods obediently. you giggle and he stops and looks at you. "what?" he asks, yet you just wave him off. "nothing. just enjoying the obedience. you never let me top." you tease, enjoying the blush rising on his cheeks. "don't get used to it. i'm only do this whilst you're in recovery." he shoots back and you laugh. "i can live with that."

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hours pass, and the two of you had managed to find the lost tv remote, putting on a boring channel about nature on the tv (mainly as background noise and because nothing else was on except infomercials). cloud was snuggled into your side, resting your head on his chest as he plays with your hair. your breathing was calm and slow, if you weren't blinking every now and then he'd think you were sleeping. as the narrator rambles about the habitats of the creatures on screen, you let your eyes close slowly, content with cloud by your side.

when you wake up, a warmth is wrapped around you and your head is tucked into someone's chest. you make a small noise, yawning with a stretch before leaning back. cloud was sound asleep, eyelashes resting on his cheeks, lips only slightly parted. he needs it, you think- and so you give him a soft kiss- cuddling back into him before you accidentally woke him with your movements. a small noise emits from the blonde, and you freeze and he shuffles, resting his head on yours before he settles again with a large, calm exhale.

you smile, but as soon as you go to fall asleep again, a few gentle knocks come from the door. creaking it open slowly, a nurse steps in. "sorry, we couldn't get him to leave- i'll call security if he's bothering you." she gestures to the sleeping man, and you wave her off. "it's fine. let him sleep. he needs it. we need it." you assure her that you're close with cloud. "okay... could you take your medicine for me?" she smiles, walking in with a tray.

"fine..." you puff, taking the three small pills from the tray as well as the glass of water. "alright. you don't need your iv anymore." she smiles, slowly removing the tape from your arm before carefully removing the needle from your skin. "thank you. i hate those things." you sigh, and she laughs gently. "i understand why. it must be so annoying."

you huff out a laugh. "you have no idea, the amount of times it's tugged and almost ripped out or fell on me is insane." you grin, and she giggles. "awh, that's not good. i'll ask the doctor for heavier wheels so it won't fall." she smiles, bidding you farewell and taking her leave- taking the tray, empty glass and iv with her.

cloud stirs, and you smile at him. "how long were you listening?" you ask. "i woke up when you started wriggling around." he peels an eye open, smiling at you. you giggle, before growing a little self conscious under his gaze. noticing your change in attitude, he furrows his brows and sits up with you. "hey, what's wrong?" cloud asks, gently rubbing your back.

"nothing... just thinking." you sigh, stretching once more. "about?" he prompts, and you fall silent for a moment, letting your arms fall once more. "you can't possibly want to wake up to this anymore." you sigh, gesturing to your scarring body, self consciously touching the deep scar coursing over your cheek. "hey- hey, don't talk like that." cloud scolds, moving your hand to rest his over your wound. you smile sadly, letting him steal a few kisses. "it's okay... if you want to leave... i get that i'm not the epitome of beauty anymore." you sigh, pulling away from him; only to be lulled back into his arms.

"don't talk about yourself like that. i still adore you. you're so beautiful, even if you don't think so anymore." he soothes you, and you smile, holding him tightly. "thank you." you mumble, voice wavering with a wave of happiness. "hey, don't cry..! it'll be okay." the blonde stresses, wiping your cheeks lovingly. "i know it will... i'm just happy you're here." you smile, grabbing his hands.

cloud smiles, kissing you softly. "so... how about breakfast?" he asks, and you giggle. "sure. enough pity for now. that phone on the bedside table has a number next to it for delivery straight from the caf'." you smile, and cloud nods. "anything in particular you want?" he asks, glancing at you as he pages the service.

"hmm... i'm in the mood for a belgium waffle." you smile, leaning back as he rolls his eyes. "will your stomach handle that?" cloud asks, and you shrug. "i guess we'll find out." he clicks his tongue with unsureness, glancing at you. "maybe you should get something lighter?" he suggests, but you pout- giving him your best puppy eyes. "but i haven't had one in ages! don't i deserve a treat for surviving a attempted unprovoked homicide?" you whine and he caves with a sigh.

you giggle, cuddling into his side as he asks for the food, staring at him with pure adoration. "this is strife, why?" he asks suddenly, and you grow curious. "i don't think you're supposed to be there, sir." the man at the desk seems unsure, and you giggle slightly. "don't worry, i'm allowed to be here." he rolls his eyes dramatically. "right, and what's your relationship to [name]?" the man asks, and you freeze; as does cloud.

"uh... boyfriend." he stammers, and you look at him with mild shock and adoration. "right okay; thank you. enjoy your breakfast. mr. fair, [name]'s registered supporter and emergency contact will bring it up." he announces, and the phone line ends. "zack's your registered support?" cloud furrows his brows, looking at you with a tinge of hurt. "well, he was only assigned to that last week... i thought, at the time, that you didn't want to see me." you look away, mind still reeling with the. 'boyfriend' comment.

"what's up? you look a little flustered?" cloud interrupts your thoughts, and you jump slightly. "nothing.. just... you called yourself my boyfriend to the man at front desk." you look back at him, and he too flusters. "i guess i did... i'm sorry i didn't mean to make you uncomfor-"

"no, i'm not uncomfortable... it's just that you said you didn't want anything serious before the incident." you shrug. "times change." cloud replies. "i realised how much you mean to me. how much i love you." he looks away, eyes finding the tv which was now playing the news. letting out a small oomph as you suddenly hug him tightly, cloud looks at you with surprise. "thank you... you don't know how much that means to me." you whimper slightly, and cloud's arms encase you protectively.

"if you'd want me... even when i look like this, then i'll happily call you my boyfriend." you add on quietly. cloud quickly scolds your self depreciating, kissing your forehead gently. "i'm not gonna let you keep talking like that..." he reprimands, and you giggle. "always setting me straight." you giggle, and cloud laughs. "if i don't do it, who will?"

"i'm sure zack will- ow!" you yelp as cloud pinches your side out of jealousy, and without thinking. upon hearing the genuine hurt in your voice and rushes to comfort you, repeating apologies and pampering you- checking for popped stitches or open wounds. you smile, stopping his actions by cupping his face with your hands and giving him a gentle, loving kiss.

"i didn't mean to hurt you- i completely forgot.." you cut him off with a quick 'i know'. "if i'm not allowed to degrade myself, then you can't beat yourself up over my condition." you grin smugly, and he sighs. "fine. deal." cloud rolls his eyes sarcastically, giving you a quick kiss. you smile, breaking the kiss and resting your head on his shoulder with a content breath. "i missed you a lot..." cloud mumbles, and you huff out a small laugh. "i missed you too, you big softie." you reply, half teasing.

cloud chuckles, pulling your thighs so you were straddling him instead. you shuffle slightly, getting comfortable with your head still resting on his shoulder and your arms curling between your chest and his. one hand stays on your thigh as the other gently rubs your back before coming up to cradle your head against him. you let out a small noise of happiness as you nuzzle into his neck, closing your eyes as you breathe in his scent.

the door swings open as zack stumbles in. "thanks for opening the door for me, cloud." he half scolds. "didn't hear you knock." he shrugs as you turn to smile at zack. "clearly." he laughs, gesturing to the two of you with his chin. placing the tray of waffles and coffee down on your bedside table, zack stretches before sitting on the bed.

feeling a little self conscious on cloud's lap, you go to get off, but his hands grip your hips tightly- preventing you from moving. "you two comfy?" zack teases, flopping down on the free space on the bed. "'mhm. he's a good pillow." you smile, still curled into cloud's chest. "i'm only doing this whilst you're recovering." he reminds, flicking your ear gently. "for some reason, i don't believe that." zack grins, and cloud sighs.

"i don't need you ganging up on me too, zack." he complains, and you giggle. "so, they said to eat your waffle in smaller chunks so it's a bit easier to digest- however! if you feel any discomfort or pain you should stop eating immediately and get a doctor in." zack gets up with a stretch. "you're not staying?" you pout, resting your hands either sides of cloud's legs and using them as support to lean back.

"can't, sorry doll. got a job to do. call me if anything happens though." zack winks, and you laugh. "don't worry, i think i have my old guard dog back." you glance at cloud with a teasing glint in your eyes; he just rolls his eyes. "haha, sure. but it's still my job." zack reminds you, saluting before leaving.

cloud's hands move up your hips, under your shirt and across your stomach, gently rubbing the marred area. your attention goes back to him and you smile. "what, am i not giving you enough attention?" you tease, and cloud sighs. "no... it's nothing." he mumbles in reply, watching your shirt ride up, exposing your belly. "hmm... i don't think it is." you sit up, letting your own hands run up his biceps and to his shoulders. "penny for your thoughts?" you ask, letting his hands push under your strapless bra, kneading your flesh.

"it's nothing..." he deflects, letting you arch into his hands. "just missed you.." he admits as your gaze stays on him. "anything else?" you smile reassuringly, and he remembers who he's with. "i'm just... i'm jealous." he pouts, looking away from you briefly until you laugh.

"aww, of what?" you ask, a bright smile on your face. "it's not funny!" cloud whines, his hands slipping back down your stomach and gripping your hips to pull you closer; bare skin pressing against his shirt. "of course not; this is very serious, baby." you giggle, kissing his neck.

cloud sighs again, seemingly giving up on the conversation. you laugh at his dejected expression, cradling him closer to yourself. "if it's about zack, don't be. we're practically siblings now." you smooth some of his hair down, kissing his forehead gently. cloud doesn't respond as he hides his face in your chest. "thank you..." he gushes, clearly embarrassed. "no problem, now c'mon- let's eat."

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you had gotten through half of your waffle, just watching the tv which was displaying an awful and awkward reality show. it was so bad that it was almost funny. feeling mischievous, you glance at cloud who is just as entranced by the despicable claim of tv. "ah.. ouch..." you mumble, grabbing your stomach slightly.

"what? what's wrong? are you okay?!" cloud jumps into action immediately, and you whine slightly. "i don't.. know..? it hurts..!" you fake pain, curling up into his side. "okay, okay- deep breaths- i'll... call a doctor!" cloud stresses and you hide a grin. "it really hurts..!" you cry dramatically, and he huffs with the pressure. "okay, uh.. which button is it?"

"cloud?" you say, rather calmly. "what? is it worse now?" he turns to you to see a large, smug smile on your face. "c'mere, i need loving. doctor says it's the best medicine." you laugh, pulling him back into the bed. "you little shit- i thought your stomach burst or something." cloud huffs, gently whacking your arm as you continue to laugh. "it's not funny! i was scared!" he sighs with a small smile. "sorry, couldn't resist." you giggle, cupping his face and leaning your forehead against his as an apology.

"you never change..." he chuckles, and you kiss him gently. "yep. you're stuck with the same old me." you nod, pressing a few more kisses to his lips. "i'm glad. wouldn't have you any other way." cloud admits and you smile.

[glowingbadger]

Ok I saw arranged marriage content so let's take this over to Fire Emblem Fates with Xander!! I am still weak lol

I am legit so hyped that a bunch of you have really latched onto the arranged marriage concept lol I've been having a ton of fun with it. That said, man, I feel like I struggled with this one .-. I ended up just leaning into my desire to write about sucking Daddy Xander's cock, so here we are.

Xander (FE: Fates) x AFAB Reader - arranged marriage

NSFW 18+ v

Your wedding ceremony to the now-King of Nohr had been performed in tandem with his coronation in the scramble to re- stabilize the country. The people had their King, and now they had their Queen, and the promise of a continued royal bloodline that came with your union. And yet the reality of your situation had not taken full hold in your mind.

You'd met the Crown Prince a handful of times before the ceremony. He had an undeniably regal bearing about him- a stoic, masculine sort of dignity. He was polite towards you, if perhaps a little aloof. Though, you wondered if that was merely the difference in culture between your nations. Upon meeting him, you were predominantly relieved that he didn't seem to be a brute like Nohr's prior infamous ruler. Not to mention... He was, admittedly, quite handsome.

But now, the obligatory festivities of the day have concluded, and you've been led to your new bedchambers in the castle that was to be your home. Maids undress you, relieving you of layers upon layers of the frilled and laced fabrics that represent the latest Nohrian fashions. As nimble hands free you from heavy skirts, it gradually begins to dawn on you: you will be expected to bear and heir for King Xander, and sooner rather than later. Your face warms at the thought, and though one of the maids asks if you're feeling well, you wave her away and attempt to approach the idea with all of the easy dignity and poise that would be expected of the Queen of Nohr.

And yet... you realize that the thought of your Lord Husband claiming you wasn't an unappealing one by any means. Surely, as King, he would take you at his leisure, with the expectation that you provide for him in pleasure and in sons.

The maids leave you in what you can only hope is specially selected bridal lingerie (you can't imagine having to wear this elaborate arrangement of white lace each and every night). You're only granted a few minutes to survey the room- the flickering amber light of the candles, books piled neatly on a well-used desk, luxurious yet tasteful curtains and bedsheets. Before long, the heavy oaken door opens, and you're alone with your husband for the first time.

He looks... surprised? His eyes scan your body, decorated with frills and sheer fabric, and you can't be sure in the dim candlelight, but you could swear his complexion reddens.

He says your name, rather stiffly. You nod.

"My Lord Husband." you reply. He runs a hand through curling blonde hair, exhaling softly, then seems to regain himself. He begins to undress, loosing the cravat at his throat, and then pauses to say,

"I- I hope you don't mind terribly-"

"Of course not." You say with a smile. You approach him, and, as you imagine you're expected to do, you help him to remove his clothing. Light brushes of your fingers across his body cause you both to burn inside and out, but neither of you object or pull away. Until, at last, he's left only in a fitted white undershirt and black trousers.

Without a word, you lower onto your knees before him. You hear him inhale sharply, then murmur your name with an odd rasp in his voice. Your hands run up his thighs to the growing bulge at the front of his pants, palming it gently on your way to the hem. When you tug down his clothing, his cock springs free, already quite hard and flushed dark with need. Evidently, the lingerie that had been selected for you was quite to his liking. You can't help but appreciate the sight of his manhood standing tall mere inches from your lips. Then, as you lean in to take him in your mouth, a gentle hand strokes your hair, encouraging you to instead glance upward at Xander's eyes.

"Y/N, you... you are not obligated to... that is to say-"

"Do you not want this...?" You ask, eyes wide, and perhaps innocent if not for how they kept darting back to his hardened length hovering before you.

"I- I quite evidently do want it- want you," he stammers out, his face burning a dark crimson, "But to prostrate yourself at my feet is-"

"Xander," you say, surprised at the warmth in your own voice. Your hands cling to the front of his clothing, and when you speak, your breath unwittingly brushes the head of his cock, "I... would like to please my husband, if you'll have me."

You detect the barest hint of a stifled groan as you finally wrap your lips around the warm, bulging head of his manhood. It responds immediately despite Xander's attempts at restraint, pulsing eagerly against your mouth's grip. Slowly, you ease down his shaft, squeezing the tip between your tongue and the roof of your mouth, sucking rhythmically as you work down his length. His cock continues to betray his pleasure, twitching and swelling out against the wet warmth around it. By the time the head prods against the back of your throat, his hands are stroking your hair once more.

"Y/N, I... Nngh..." His head tilts back, and you detect the slightest little motions of his hips, pushing the tip of his cock into the wonderfully tight heat of your throat, "I had hoped to be better to you," he says so softly you're not even sure he intends for the words to reach you, "To use you in such a way... is... unforgiveable..."

You force yourself down to the base of his shaft, taking the full size of his member, struggling to keep your throat open enough not to gag. Xander groans above you, yet his guilt is evident even in this sound of absolute pleasure. Slowly, so that he can savor the sensation, you pull away from him, your lips sucking tight around him every inch until your release him. You glance up, and he's panting slightly, looking down at you with lust only barely restrained.

Speaking his name gently once more, you rise to your feet and bring a hand to the strong contour of his jawline. You're not sure what gives you the courage, but you ask,

"Are you nervous?"

Xander laughs, though it sounds much more like a sigh. He takes your hand in his and kisses the palm.

"In a way, yes. You were given to me like the spoils of war," he says, brow furrowed "to claim your body would make me no better than some pillaging bandit."

So that's what this is about.

"Pardon me for saying, your Highness," you say with a hint of a smile, "But I think you're underestimating what I would have done to put a stop to this all, had I not admired you the way I do." You lean close to him and add, "So... please, Xander?"

His hands cup your face and he meets you with an intensely scrutinizing gaze.

"Do you mean that, my Queen?"

"Yes," you say breathlessly. Then, his lips are on yours, and his strong arms wrap under your backside and lift you up against him. It finally occurs to you that he truly does have a warrior's physique, despite his regal bearing, but you have little time to muse on this before he's laid you on his bed and crawled atop you on all fours. It's like you've released a long-dormant beast; Xander kisses you with a passion and desperation you would have never dreamed possible from him at your first meeting. His hands are everywhere, though you notice he makes no effort to remove the lingerie you still wear. Instead, his touch lingers at the places where the clingy garments squeeze your flesh- the swell of your thighs, the curve of your backside.

He ducks downward and his lips immediately find your nipples, hard and straining against flimsy sheer material. His saliva darkens the fabric as he sucks at the sensitive buds, pulsing his lips and tongue against you like he's starved for you. Your fingers weave into golden hair and you throw back your head on the pillow. Then, you feel his cock grinding against your silken panties, pressing into you hard enough that the tip is soon buried between your pussy lips despite the barrier of clothing. Your body responds in kind, rutting against him in search of any kind of relief. A low moan rumbles in Xander's chest, and he says against your skin,

"I beg that you forgive me..."

You almost laugh, but your head is spinning and you can barely focus enough to respond with,

"For... for what?"

"For not trusting in your decision, for one," he says, and his hands slide down your sides to your hips, "for not being forthright with my doubts, for another," his fingers hook into the fabric of your underwear and begin to tug them down your thighs, "and one more in advance, in case I am too rough with you tonight."

[mais-nerdy-corner]

𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖙 𝖆 𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑 (𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖉𝖙 𝕰𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓) - 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 1

Pairing: Various x Reader

Genre: Fluff, somewhat modern AU

Note: I don't know why but the other day I started to reminiscing the times where I used to watch people play arcade/carnival games on YouTube, and then suddenly boom this idea popped into my head. Here's part 2!

Aether + Paimon

In a nutshell, you and Aether basically became Paimon's slaves wallet. It's unbelievable on how much food she can gobble up in just mere minutes.

It's basically a series of 'Oh look, some delicious looking food. Let's take a closer look, mouthwater over it and force you to buy it' stuff.

Aether eventually got sick and tired of Paimon's bullshit that he threw the pie Paimon requested at her face and dragged you away elsewhere.

You either felt really bad for Paimon or wanting to laugh in her face

"So sorry about that Y/n, that little weasel can sometimes be annoying. Let's just forget about her and have the day you deserve," Aether said while holding your hand.

So you spent the day having fun with Aether, constantly avoiding Paimon all day. Playing all sorts of games, trying out new food and beverages, winning prizes all that good stuff.

After a long day, you and Aether sat down on one of the benches while eating some Chicken Mushroom Skewers. You were so tired that Aether didn't even realized you've fallen asleep when he asked for some more.

"Y/n, can you pass me another Chicken Mushroom Skewer? Y/n?"

When he finally realized that you're asleep, he only smiled as he moved some hair out of your face.

"I'm glad that you enjoyed our time together. Come on, let's go back and probably look for Paimon."

Aether had to carry you on his back as he walked to the exit to see Paimon already waiting for the two of you.

"Ugh, there you are! Where have you guys been? And how dare you have the audacity to leave Paimon behind? Also, my pie! You threw it a--"

"Just shut up and take these Chicken Mushroom Skewers."

Albedo + Klee

It was literally a wild goose chase for him, Klee kept running off dragging you to places while poor boy was just trying to sketch the scenery. He would ended up getting lost in the crowd of people and searching for you, only to find you and Klee playing a game or buying food from one of the stalls.

It's kind of funny when you asked him to play one of the games with you, he would calculate and come up with strategies in order to win. Please someone give him a gold medal or something he's too precious

Going around the carnival in search for some tasty treats is probably your favorite part. Cookies, candy apples, ice cream and waffles galore! Albedo would probably enjoy those nitrogen ice cream because he thinks it's 'interesting'.

At the end of the day, a ride on the ferris wheel is a must. As you are meters up above the ground, you and Klee take turns playing 'I spy'.

"I spy with my little eye, something that is....blue!" "There are many things in the color blue in this carnival, Klee. Let me guess, is it...that stall over there?" "No silly, it's the sky!"

Albedo might have secretly took a photo of you and Klee with his Kamera as you were mesmerized with the view below.

Amber + Eula

Of course, hanging out with Amber means she have to bring her best buddy Eula to tag along. But asking permission from Uncle Schubert was a nightmare, as he kept denying your request. Eventually with enough begging and bribing him with a portion of Gebratenes Fleisch mit Sauerkraut, he allowed you to invite Eula to the festival. He was secretly grateful that his niece even has friends but he's being tsundere about it

"Good grief, I'm impressed that you even had the tenacity to persuade my uncle into letting me accompany you. Not to mention, you even interrupted me in the middle of my studies. It's actually quite ludicrous if I say so myself," Eula said amusingly.

"Oh come on Eula, don't be a party pooper! I promise that you won't ever regret making this decision!" Amber exclaimed.

The Renaissance Festival is the place Amber ended taking Eula to. Assuming that Eula doesn't go out that much, she was baffled at the amount of people attending the festival.

"Is it... common for you folks to gather around at a place such as this one?" Eula asked.

"Silly Eula, that's what a festival is all about. It's crowded, loud, cheerful...you name it!"

"Come on, let's go find something to do!" Amber said excitedly as she dragged Eula by the hand.

As you walked down the lanes that are lined with shoppes, you were amazed at how magical the place looked. It's like you've jumped into a storybook and traveled back in time to the Medieval era. Lots of little trinkets, handcrafted items, books and artwork are sold at the shoppes. Some required Mora, others can be traded with tokens that you get from playing the games.

"Should we get something matching? Maybe matching bracelets, keychains, necklaces?"

"Ahh, but those required tokens don't they? Then let's go play some games, maybe if we save them up we could get the bigger prizes!"

Eula actually overheard your conversation with Amber, she's quite touched that you even thought about her.

"Then, I shall accept your challenge! The one who can accumulate the most token, whatever their wish is shall be granted by the less fortunate," Eula declared, pointing at both you and Amber.

"Huh? Eula, what's with the sudden--"

"You know what, bring it on! I won't lose to you!" Amber accepted her challenge.

So there you are, trailing behind Amber and Eula as they looked left and right, looking for a game that they can easily win.

Amber probably went with archery games, while a game of darts is more of Eula's cup of tea. You? You just sit back and relax while enjoying a portion of fish and chips with a random kitty (no it's not Diona I promise you).

After being exhausted from playing those games, you decided to get them their favorite drinks from a nearby stall.

"Oh? You got some coffee for me? Thanks Y/n, you're the best!" Amber said happily when receiving the cup of coffee.

"Ahh, so they do have Berry & Mint Punch at this festival. Words cannot express how grateful I am for your thoughtfulness. I must repay you some other times to express my gratitude," Eula thanked you.

Later, you went to the prize area to count the amount of tokens you've collected. You decided to get matching dream catcher keychains, and even saved enough tokens for a Baron Bunny plushie for Amber.

For the rest of the day, is just the three of you taking photos together. Eula later posted them and some other random ones she sneakily took on her social media.

[Author's Note]: I actually wanted to make all of the Mondstadt characters in one post, but that would take way too long for me to finish hehe :)

Publication date: June 29th 2021

[jadelynlace]

something of madness for the widow / Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x Reader], prologue

synopsis: You are brave. You are cunning. You are brutal. You are restless. And you are hunting them.

author’s note: refer to this post, your honor, when I go insane and finally snap because I have too many things in progress. details at the end of the post to clear up any confusion. please note that Ivar’s canon brittle bones do not exist in this universe. I have other pain to make up for it. I mean, what?

content warnings: mentions of mafia-style business, weaponry use & references, language, drug use & reference, sexual / adult themes.

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“How about a favor, for an old friend?”

“I am neither old, or your friend, Ragnar. The answer is no,” 

“I have intel on the Galvanic Couple,”

“Does Aslaug still like sweet wine with her dinner?”

“The sky is still blue, dear,”

The pale beauty on the other side of the door had a face that dug into your heart. Blue silk for eyes that hardened like a metal cross with a growl hinted in his speech at his confusion for your sudden arrival. Ragnar promised himself once more that he had “forgotten” the silent promise that he was not to contact you. Certain unanswerable questions had spent too much time forming in his mind, questions you wanted answered just as quickly. But this man with chestnut locks of pulled back hair knew nothing of the hidden crudeness you had sailed upon. 

Your lover turned up dead, lone bullet casing and hair mangled with blood and regrets. Copper polished steel with the whispers of a fake apology for the loss of your husband. But the couple never killed with their own hands; they covered his head with screams and terror and gave him one simple solution to their torture; and you were holding it between your fingers. It was the only reason you are determined to destroy their project, one beautiful blood bath at a time.

“Allow my condolences, once more. Your husband was a good man,” Ragnar started.

“Save it,” You spit quickly. “You have intel, and I want to hear it, we’re not here to shoot the breeze and catch up Ragnar,” Ragnar offered an annoyed sigh, setting his glass down against stained wood grain. A mahogany desk top that you knew was built by the same hands who had supplied some of the best weaponry you had used to date.

“I have intel, yes.” Ragnar spoke, leveling eyes with yours as you took the moment to drown the remains of the amber liquid from your glass. A sting down into your throat. “Quid pro-quo, dear. I’ll tell you something if you tell me,”

“I’m still waiting,” You argue, straightening up your frame as you level a stare against his.

“Can you move ice?” 

“Is that a fucking joke? You know I can move ice—is business that bad for you Ragnar?” You ask but the snicker behind you calls for you immediate attention. 

“Have you met my youngest?” Ragnar says, hand outstretched to his son as he comes through into the locked vicinity of spoken crime. The other man offered you a look, one silent nod in approval—or appreciation, you negated to really care which. “Listen, you work with me for these next few months, and you will get that intel,” He sings, the music floating into your ears as the thought turns over through your head, rolling around the musical notes and the lyrics to his speech. It blindsides you, loudness covering your common sense but in the moment you’re too lost, but too caught up to really care. You want to stamp your signature on the death certificate of that company if it took your own life in the process. Not through one loud bang, or one swish of a blade, but rather one scream at a time. “What do you say?” Ragnar asks, knuckles mingling together as he he folds his hands against his desk. 

“You cover it all—every expense,” And you know with your barter you have this man locked back around your finger. 

“Let me introduce you to your team,” Ragnar says as he stands. His kingdom is a large mansion, labyrinth of halls and twists and turns of marble, gold and well earned, well spent money. There are words he’s speaking to you, stories of golf games and coastal vacations that you couldn’t give less care about if you harbored every angry cell in your entire body. Blue eyes are trailing on your back as if they each hold the red glow of a scope, ready to fire by one small clench of his jaw. His steps ebb and flow, closer to you and then slip back a few feet, silently sizing you up from where you stalk in front of him.

“Excuse me,” You say suddenly at the halt of your feet. “I am trying my best to be polite, but if you move any closer to me, I will tear you apart,” comes your speech through crimson stained lips while those azure orbs take to watching you. Void of all emotion, eyes that look as dead as the stars in the sky take to haunting your own vision as he remains silent. You nod once for his unspoken understanding, still in your same spot as the two of you make no hurry to move in either regard.

“Save the pissing match,” Ragnar calls from the end of the hallway. “You two won’t be able to kill one another,” But those words do peak a sort of petty interest in your mind, this mute solider behind you that seems to be of such a prize to his father. You longed to see him in the field, ruthlessness pouring from each pore like sweat would, pulling men apart and yelling in victory through an estranged war cry. Something about how he towered above you, build sturdy like stone and expressionless, sparked your mind back to your late husband. You wondered if these blue eyes ever melted into a smile. Or if every emotion was boxed away out of spite. He waited for you to lead, resuming the steps and catching up to where Ragnar had stopped: double doors to a room already loud with the sounds of recreation. “My boys like to relax in here, before they return to the real world,” Ragnar says, opening the door. He flicks the lights several times, like a professor trying to wrangle a classroom of unruly, immature students, and each face, all eyes, snap to where you stand with their father. Ragnar takes to stalking into the room, peering around what these men have been up to in their cooling down. “Iron,” Ragnar starts, tapping the shoulder of his eldest son, “Titanium,” He then said, tapping his second born, “Gold, and Mercury,” He spoke, a hand on each of the next two boys. “And that is your partner, Lithium,” And his hand was outstretched back to that man who wore a glare better than you did, cold blue eyes that looked no different. And you knew right then, being at the center of this man’s attention was a very dangerous place to be. “This, boys, is Polonuim,”

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undercover name references for anyone who is not a science nerd, like me, eldest to youngest in this AU: 

Fe (Iron): Bjorn, based on the ironside nickname

Ti (Titanium): Ubbe, low density & high strength

Au (Gold): Sigurd, least reactive

Hg (Mercury): Hvitserk, silent killer

Li (Lithium): Ivar, highly reactive

Po (polonium): Reader, 250-thousand times more toxic than cyanide

Galvanic Couple: in a galvanic couple, the more active metal (the anode) corrodes at an accelerated rate and the more noble metal (the cathode) corrodes at a slower rate. the anode: a human’s body. the cathode: a human’s mind.

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[come-on-shitty-boys]

//caution: contents are hot and dangerous. kuroo tetsurou//

Request: Could I request a Vampire!Kuroo x Reader?

Warnings: one (1) swear.  Mentions of blood, but no actual blood-spillage.

Word Count: 2.6K (i’m so sorry. i got carried away ;-;)

Notes: Leave it to my dumbass to turn a vamp au into a coffee shop au smh

(Vampire!Kuroo x Human!reader)

It seemed like something straight out of a coffee shop fanfiction AU.  The dorky barista who now knew your coffee order by heart, always asking about your day as he brewed your latte.  He would write you little notes on your cup, usually some lame science joke that would bring you back up to the counter, asking him to explain it to you.  You would watch his face fill with a smile, eyes shining as you take interest in what he’s saying, the setting sun casting long shadows throughout the quiet cafe. 

Wednesday evenings had become Kuroo’s favorite shifts as it was the one time a week when you would indulge him with your presence.  Once 6:30 would hit, every jingle of the bell above the door would cause his heart to thump a little harder, in hopes to see your bright smile.  Your school bag always sat heavily on your shoulders, tired eyes from a long day at university, but the happiness that spread over your face when you saw him leaning his long form over the counter, that lazy smile plastered on his lips, it made the whole atmosphere feel ten times lighter.

Today was no different.  You pushed open the door, clutching your wallet, looking over the menu as if you were going to try something new, just like you always did.  Standing in line behind the other customers, Kuroo couldn’t help but try to rush through taking orders and making beverages, just wanting to get you to the front of the line, just wanting to see you smile up at him.  

“Vanilla latte with soy milk and an extra half shot of espresso,” Kuroo said, already punching the drink order he knew better than the periodic table into the cash register as you stepped up to the counter.

“$4.26,” you answer, handing him your card to swipe, but rather he pushed it back towards you, that staple lazy smile dancing across his face.

“It’s on the house today.  Consider it a thank you for being such a loyal customer.”

“I can pay, really.  It’s no problem.”  You try to hand him your debit card once more, but he just shakes his head, laughing lightly as he pushes it back once again.

“No, seriously.  Don’t worry about it,” he says, scribbling your name and a little joke onto your cup.  “So, how was class?  It was psych and- hang on, don’t tell me,” he pauses, tapping the pen against his chin in thought.  “French!”

You tilt your head in confusion, but yet a small laugh still escapes you.  “How’d you know?”

“Easy.  You always sit at the table by the window and copy notes from your psychology book and your French book.”

“Very observant of you, but I’m just going to work on French today.  I have a test tomorrow,” you explain, watching him attempt to make a cool design on the top of your drink, but inevitably failing and just creating a blob in the foam.

“I’m going to figure out how to do latte art one of these days, just you wait.”  He smiles teasingly as he places the lid on your cup, handing it to you.  A small pink tinge dusts over his cheeks as his fingers brush over yours in the exchange.  “Careful, it’s- it’s still hot,” Kuroo mutters, moving his eyes down towards the counter, letting his bangs fall into his face in a desperate attempt to hide the heat that had risen to his cheeks.

But, if you did notice, you didn’t say anything, instead you examine the cup, just like always.  This week, under your name was a circle, a few ‘Fe’s scattered around the perimeter.  It appeared to be standing on some stilts, but you could’ve stared at it for hours and still not know what the hell you were looking at.  “Kuroo, these are just getting harder, you know?”  There’s a small hint of laughter in your words, the playfulness evident in every syllable.

“It’s a ferrous wheel!  Get it?”  The look on your face was all the answer he needed.  No. “Okay, so, Fe is the atomic symbol for iron, right?  But, like, why?”  Any ounce of embarrassment or awkwardness that had once clouded the barista’s brain had since flown out the window.  You had him talking chemistry, the one area in which he was completely comfortable.  His thoughts were now so jumbled with the thoughts of atoms that your hypnotizing scent escaped him, even if for only a moment.

You watched him blabber on about science, explaining the joke, taking a million and seven detours to explain something else that was barely related, but you couldn’t just stop him.  He looked so excited, hands flying in every direction as he spoke, practically buzzing as he broke down the history of iron and why it was displayed on the table the way it was.  The dorky barista who had stolen your heart with science jokes and his lazy smile only stopped talking long enough to make orders as they came in, but he would jump back in immediately the minute he was done.  This was always your favorite part about coming here, seeing him get so passionate about this field that he loved so dearly.  

“I’ve probably bored you, haven’t I?”  He interrupts your thoughts with an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.  “I just took up some of your precious study time, I’m sorry,” Kuroo apologizes.

“No, don’t worry about it.  I don’t mind, really.”

“Hey!  I could help you, I mean, only if you want, of course.  It’s gotten pretty slow, so I’m sure no one would notice if I stepped away for a little while.”

You smile warmly at him and nod.  “I’d like that, Kuroo.  Thank you.”

It all seemed so innocent.  The awkward barista nestled into a booth with his favorite customer as she tried to teach him the correct pronunciations of the words on the page.  The orange glow had settled into a much deeper purple as the hours ticked by, quiet laughter being exchanged as the foreign words stumbled clumsily off his tongue.  His arm had settled on the back of the booth seat, letting it hang around your shoulders, but at the same time, not overstepping any boundaries.  But, the way that your body was slowly inching closer to his led him to believe that most of the lines had been erased.  To anyone with an outside view, it was a beautiful image of a newly blossoming romance.

But, Kuroo’s head was fogging at the close proximity.  It was one thing when he had a counter separating you from him, but now, with your head leaning on his shoulder and his arm that had just naturally sank down to rest against your form, it was hard to shake.  You smelled so good.  Your body absolutely dripped that delectable scent that made his skin prickle.  Every time that you entered the shop, he could feel his fangs trying to push through, trying to just get some sort of taste of your blood.  With that counter between the two of you, it was easy for him to shake the desire, but now?  Your neck was so exposed.  It would be so easy.  He found himself absently tracing patterns up your shoulder towards your collarbone, fingers seeking out that soft spot that would feel so nice to simply sink his fangs into.  

“I should probably be getting home.”

His eyes snapped away from the soft curve of your neck to look at the time on your phone.  It was nearly nine, nearly time for him to close.  Kuroo let out a small sigh, pulling his arm away.  “You know, it’s really not smart for you to walk home by yourself at this hour,” he says, sliding out of his seat.

You just shrugged, putting your books back into your bag.  “I’ll be okay.”

“If you want, I could walk you home.  I just have to do some cleaning, but it shouldn’t take too long.”

“I’d like that, Kuroo.  Thank you.”  There’s a smile behind your words as you sit back in your seat.  

It should’ve been as sweet and simple as that.  But, you weren’t living in a fanfiction, were you?  Everything would have been too easy and too beautiful if this was just your typical coffee shop love story.  You should’ve gathered that something wasn’t quite right about the situation from his shift in demeanor.  That lazy smile that always seemed to be evident on his features melted away, settling into a thoughtful expression.  He wasn’t talking as much, preferring to simply hum and nod in agreement with what you were saying.  If he was forced to talk?  Well, his answers were short, nothing like the extensive rambling that you had become used to from the barista.  

It’s not like he wanted to be passive with you, it’s just that the soft poking on the inside of his lip told him that he better keep his mouth shut.  Kuroo was usually so good about keeping his fangs hidden, but for some reason, you ruined his resolve and before the two of you even left the shop, those two sharp teeth had emerged and he just couldn’t seem to will them away.  Especially when you were holding onto his hand, pushing your body up against his side.  You were so tantalizingly close and so naive to what dangers this situation really held.

It wasn’t safe for young ladies to walk home by themselves at this hour, but it wasn’t exactly safe for them to be escorted by one of his kind either.  God, to drain you right then and there- The thought of your mouth falling open in the mixture of shock and discomfort, hands pawing defenselessly at his chest as that sweet red liquid dripped from your neck, the mental image of you being so vulnerable had his amber eyes shifting a few shades darker.  

You were still smiling, so caught up in whatever you were telling him that you didn’t even notice how heavy the mood had become.  You were so caught up in this little fantasy that everything was perfectly normal and that you were just getting to spend a little extra quality time with the man that had caught your eye all those months ago.  But, he couldn’t help himself, really.  This wasn’t how he expected his first long evening with you to go, but it had been awhile since he had had anything to fill his stomach and there was just something about the way your blood smelled that made his resolve collapse and his mouth water.  

Imagine your surprise when the usually sweet barista pushed your back against a wall, standing over you, eyes glazed over in hunger, hooded by desire.  Kuroo’s fingers gripped your chin, tilting it so that your eyes would meet his.  And he smiled.

Except it wasn’t that cool grin that made him seem so laid-back, this one had an air of menace to it,  those white fangs catching the rays of the moonlight.  The little squeak that had left you as your back had hit that hard surface only made a low chuckle rise in his chest.

“What’s the problem, kitten?”  The pet name dripped teasingly from his tongue, the tone only making you sink further into yourself, but his breath fanned so nicely over your skin, that part of you didn’t even care that he was potentially going to kill you.  He tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck to him.  The sharp points of his fangs graced teasingly over the skin as if trying to decide the best place to finally make their mark.  “I bet you never thought that I could be dangerous.  You were always so sweet and innocent, never once thinking that I should be the one that you needed to be afraid of.”

There’s a soft whimper and a shake in your bottom lip.  Kuroo can feel your slight shake and it almost makes him pull away from you, apologizing for saying such things, but this- this was an opportunity that he couldn’t just pass up.  After this night, there would be no guarantees that you would come to see him again and then he would never have the opportunity to just get that little taste that he so desperately craved.  But, even so, the grip on your chin softened and the malice in his smile seemed to disappear.

“If you’re going to kill me, please- please just do it already,” you whimper, the tremble in your voice echoing through his ears as you closed your eyes tightly.

That was all it took for him to fully pull away from you, that fear that had crept up within you brought him back to his senses.  The ominous creature that had loomed over you only moments before, fangs threatening to pierce your skin, had been replaced by the boy from the coffee shop who got overly excited about chemistry and talked feverishly with his hands.  He could feel his fangs shrinking away and Kuroo leaned away from you, sadness being the only emotion on his features.

This wasn’t what he wanted.  He never wanted to scare you, to make you shake beneath his touch, but that’s exactly what he had done.  To be frank, he hated it.  He hated that after months of getting to know you and building a meaningful friendship with you, he let it all waste away as he was driven by an urge of hunger.  Kuroo hadn’t offered to walk you home just so he could get a little late night snack.  He had genuinely been concerned for your safety and yet, here he was, being more of a danger to you than anyone else.

His mouth stuttered absently for anything that could be an explanation or even an apology, but there was nothing.  But when your eyes opened cautiously, surprised that you were still alive, Kuroo could see the soft glisten of tears on your cheeks.  Someone could’ve hit him over the head with a brick and it still wouldn’t have hurt anywhere near as much as the knowledge that those tears had fallen because of him, because he had made you fear for your life and for your well-being.

So, when you flung yourself into his chest, clutching at the fabric of his t-shirt, letting your quiet sniffles dampen the material?  Kuroo was shocked to say the least, but nonetheless, he wrapped his arms tenderly around your form, mumbling soft words of remorse against your scalp, planting sweet kisses on your temple.  

“Please,” you whisper, your words getting caught in your throat in a choked sob.  You tighten your grip, pulling him closer to you as if you were trying to completely disappear from the world.  “I don’t care what you are, just please- please don't do that to me again, Kuroo.  I like you a lot, but I-” You looked up at him, fresh tears shimmering down your cheeks.  “But, you scared me and I-”

He shushed you, petting your hair softly before running his thumb over your face, ridding your skin of any remaining tears.  “I know, and I’m sorry, Y/N.  I guess I just like you too much to pose any real danger to you, huh?”

[glasswingsndreamz]

(Sexual) Frustration

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Pairing: Felix x Reader

Rating: NSFW

AO3 Link

Summary:  The cold hearted, poison tongued Felix ends up at your door past everyone's bed time. You have no idea what he's doing there. He's not about to confess why either.

Felix was a warrior. His heart belonged to his sword if he even had one at all. While Sylvain flirted with girls he studied the blade. Repeatedly Felix had denied having any attraction or interest in anyone regardless of gender. It didn’t matter if someone had feelings for him. He’d reject them without batting an eye. In fact he had broken countless hearts of both boys and girls who were unlucky enough to fall for his looks. They certainly wouldn’t fall for his charm or lack thereof. 

You knew better than that. Having watched him throw away countless love letters without opening a single one. So when you felt that butterflies forming in your stomach you quickly crushed them. Felix would make a better partner in battle than one in life.

Maybe that’s why it was so easy being his actual friend. At least you considered him to be a friend. It would be no surprise if he didn’t return the sentiment. Most likely he saw you only as a sparring partner. Knowing he was incapable of having romantic feelings toward you made it easier to squash your own. That didn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat when he decided to remove his shirt during training when it was especially hot. Nor did it stop that spark of arousal coursing throughout your body when he pinned you down during hand to hand combat, a smug smirk on his face. Instead of giving into the urge to drag him down and slam your lips against his you make a move to knee him between the legs. As always he is quick to stop your advances before you can follow through.

What you felt wasn’t love. Of that you were pretty sure. Lust, however, was very plausible. 

Guiltily you had played around the idea of giving into Sylvain’s advances just to get rid of some of the pent up desire building up. It wouldn’t feel as bad if you were knowingly using each other. Still you weren’t that desperate. Yet. The idea that Felix would find out was also a worry in the back of your mind. Not that he would feel jealous. No you suspected his view of you might change. That he’d come to the conclusion that you’d rather spend your time with a hand down Sylvain’s pants rather than sparring.

Never in this life time did you expect Felix to show any romantic interest in anyone. Not when he cherished the company of his sword over that of a companion.

So it came as a big surprise when Felix came to you outside of the training grounds. When you heard a knock at your bedroom door you had been expecting Annette, Mercedes, Ashe, Sylvain, anyone but Felix. 

At first you thought you must be asleep. It was late after all. Too late for anyone to be wandering the monastery. Only in your dreams would Felix come to you first, to your own bedroom. It was hard to really make out the expression on his face with only the moon shining outside. You hadn’t even bothered to light a candle with your brain still clouded with sleep. When Felix remained silent without bothering to explain why he was at your dorm in the middle of the night you began to feel a lot more awake. At that point you were wondering if perhaps you might need to assist in getting rid of a body tonight.

For a good three minutes you waited in silence until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“It’s a little late to want to train isn’t it?” you said, head tilted in curiosity. Despite the worry flooding your mind you kept a calm, outward appearance in case it only pushed him away. 

“...That’s not why I came,” he finally spoke. Patiently you waited for him to continue only to be greeted with more silence.

“Felix?”

“Can I…. come in?” he gritted out the words as if it was painful to speak. Without a word you opened the door further to let him in. Silently he entered, entire body tense as you shut the door behind you.

With eyes adjusted to the darkness it was easy to find and light the lamp on your bedside table. It wasn’t intense enough to light the whole room but now you were able to clearly see the expression on the swordsman’s face. His eyes wouldn’t meet yours which wasn’t unusual. It was the light blush dusting his cheeks that caught your breath. It had to be the lighting. There was no way Felix Hugo Fraldarius was blushing right now. Not in front of you.

Cautiously you watched, not making a move so you didn’t spook him. As curious as you were to know why he was visiting your room in the middle of the night, you were fully aware that he would just as easily leave and deny this ever happened. You might even believe it too. It could easily be a dream.

“Fe-”

He cut you off. His lips were rough against your own and you decided this must be a dream after all. Just as quickly he was pulling away, seeking out your expression to gauge your response. Too stunned to move, you could only stare back in confusion. Apparently this was not what he wanted to see. Without a single explanation he was turning to take his leave.

That would not do at all.

Grasping the back of his shirt, you turned him back to you. He looked surprisingly vulnerable as he faced you again.

“What?” he snapped. If it were anyone else maybe you would be offended, but you knew Felix. Or maybe you didn’t considering how badly he had taken you by surprise.

Bracing yourself both physically and mentally, you gripped at his shoulders to keep him in place. Felix looked like a feral stray, alarmed and ready to claw your face off before bounding away. You didn't take the time to really consider the consequences. In fact you couldn't think at all as you slammed your lips against his. For a moment he was frozen, seemingly surprised with your choice of actions. Quickly he recovered, arms wrapping around and pulling you tightly against him as he returned the action.

His kiss was clumsy, so unlike his precision with the blade. You suspected that it had to do with the lack of practice in this specific field. Even the way he reached down and grabbed at your ass seemed so uncertain. Offering some guidance, you pressed back against him, urging him to be rougher. Felix responded in kind, squeezing hard.

It was difficult to move with his tight grip keeping you in place, barely allowing you to grind against his hips. The guttural groan he let out in response had you grinding even harder. It had him tensing up and pulling his lips away from yours to bite back any more noises that tried to escape.

Of course he couldn’t let you have control. Not for very long anyway.

The high pitched noise you made when Felix picked you up was downright embarrassing. Even more embarrassing than the way you clung to him, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. There was amusement on his face which did not help the blush on your face. It only grew a darker shade when he carried you over to the bed and pressed you down onto the sheets. There was no time to gain back control. Not when he immediately had you pinned down and straddled. It would have been less humiliating if your skirt hadn’t ridden up to reveal the color of your underwear.

He stared down at you, really taking in the sight before him. You watched as his eyes met yours and slowly trailed down. They lingered on your lips which were most likely swollen from his earlier attack with his own mouth. It had you wondering if he was going to kiss you again. Not that you would complain. However, his amber eyes continued their trail down your neck to your chest that rose and fell faster with your growing arousal. There his gaze stayed, as if he could see right through your blouse and flesh to the heart beating fast beneath.

He looked like he was going to devour you whole.

“What do you want?” you asked as if you were in any position to be asking questions. You didn’t care. You needed to hear him say it.

“Isn’t it obvious? I didn’t take you for an idiot,” he said, pressing his hips down and goddess. You can feel him through the layers of clothing and you can’t even begin to comprehend that he is this hard already. You swear you must be dreaming. There’s no more hesitance now. Instead it has been replaced with his usual confidence and arrogance because he knows that you’re as badly affected if not more so.

“I can’t... understand you,” you managed to get the words out in between gasps when he grinded down against you. He’s rubbing right against your clit and it’s so fucking good you can barely think. At this point you’re sure you must be so wet that you’ve soaked right through your underwear. Fuck you can smell how aroused you are and there’s no doubt that he can too.

“You don’t need to,” and then his lips are upon yours.

It’s shameful, the way you’re clawing at his clothes. You’re absolutely desperate in your attempt to remove him of his clothes and he’s not being very helpful either. The man barely removes his mouth from yours to pull the shirt over his head while you’re working on his belt. He even has the nerve to growl at you when you attempt to pull away to do so, which is incredibly hard when he already has you pressed into the pillow.Those next few minutes are a blur of tearing clothes until you’re both remaining in your underwear. His reaction when he removes your shirt is hilarious. For whatever reason he seemed to be under the impression that you’d be wearing a bra to bed. Instead he was flustered and unprepared for the sight of your bare breasts. You resisted the urge to tease him and instead pulled him in for another kiss to distract him. It’s at that point that he begins to hesitate. His hands, which were so eager to rip your blouse off your torso, paused when the only thing left covering your body was your panties. You save him the trouble and remove them yourself.

Despite the bold move, you can’t help the way your face burns when he stares. His amber eyes widen a fraction as he just stares down, not moving a muscle.

Several seconds pass by and you can’t help the feeling embarrassment flood your mind as you consider pulling your underwear back up and pretending this never happened. 

Then he finally moves.

His hand reaches out, fingers experimentally running along your slit. That has you shivering and arching forward.Curiously he pushes your lips apart, still staring in that scrutinizing way that makes you want to bury your face in your hands and hide from embarrassment. Then he’s pushing a finger inside and you can’t help but moan. It’s easy, so incredibly easy for him to push in until he’s knuckle deep inside. The slick noise it makes upon entry has your face burning. When he pulls it back out you can clearly see that his finger is covered with your arousal. He seems to be studying it just as intensely when he pushes it all the way back in, this time curling deep inside. You have to bite down on your lip hard to keep back the moan. The pleasure is clear on your face as well as in the way your body arches towards him. He takes it as affirmation to continue, pumping it in and out of you at a faster pace. It’s extraordinarily easy to add a second finger to the mix with how soaked you are.

“Get on with it already,” you finally snapped. Not that you weren’t enjoying what his fingers were doing to you. However, you would much rather prefer his dick at the moment. Especially when you’re not entirely convinced that this isn’t a dream. If you’re having a wet dream then you better damn well get fucked by his cock before you woke up.

It’s odd to see someone so confident falter for once. It lasts only a second before Felix is shedding his own underwear and let it drop onto the floor beside the bed.

You can’t help but stare, leaning back onto your elbows to really settle in and get a good view. It almost pisses you off that his determination to beat anyone in battle isn’t a compensation for this. You are, however, entirely grateful that you’re wet enough that it shouldn’t be too painful to fit inside. The smirk on his face showed exactly how proud he was of his own size. You’d probably smack that look off his face if you weren’t so eager to have his cock buried inside you.

Thankfully he didn’t keep you waiting for too long.

Settling down between your legs, he gave a subtle buck of his hips. Your head is thrown back against the pillow when he glides between your lower lips. Your arousal coats his length, making the movement even easier when he does it a second time and then a third. You’re not entirely sure whether he doesn’t know how to put it in or if he’s teasing you. Most likely the latter but it could still be both. 

You take matters into your own hands. Literally.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you grab his cock. Before guiding it towards your entrance, you give it a few swift pumps which has him growling. However he does seem grateful for the guidance as he finally pushes his hips forward, his cock sinking into you. Both of you moan at the same time as he fills you up. It’s faster than what you’re ready for and there’s a dull pain accompanying the satisfaction of being filled. Without realizing it, you’re clinging to him, the palms of your hands flush against his back.

Felix’s hands grasp at the sheets on either side of you and you swear you can hear a tearing sound when his nails dig in. There’s no way to read his expression when he presses his face down against your neck. You can tell it’s gotta be a sight with the way his body slightly trembles beneath your hands.

Seconds pass and finally he moves again, drawing his hips back only to slam back into you. You hiss out in pain, still not fully adjusted. As retaliation you dig your nails into the flesh of his back. The action does nothing to deter him as he bucks into you again and again. He’s quick to find a rhythm that fits him well. Hard and fast. The pain quickly turns to pleasure as you grow used to the rough movements. One of your hands slipped between your bodies to furiously rub at your clit. If this was a normal occurrence maybe you would have turned this into a challenge, determined to hold out until he came first. Right now you were too desperate and so damn close that you couldn’t find the time to care. The closest thing was the way the two of you muffled your own noises. 

One especially hard and deep thrust was enough to shove you right over the edge. Your nails dug down further, practically clawing down his back as your orgrasm wrecked you. Your vision blurred as the sensation of Felix pounding into you only intensified your own climax.

Even after you came down from your high, he wouldn’t let up. If anything he seemed even more determined. Only for a few seconds did he pause just to pull your legs over his shoulders. Finally you could see the way his face flushed in pure pleasure. His eyes were narrowed in focus as he returned to his previous pace. Your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head at how deep this angle allowed him to go. The sound of skin slapping against skin is too damn lewd and has you growing even wetter than you already were. Already you could feel another orgasm rising to the surface. The way you had soaked his cock in your cum only made it that much easier for him to slip in and out. 

This time it was his teeth sinking into the spot where your shoulder and neck met that sent you crashing over the edge. Tears pooled at the corner of your eyes as you cried out. It only got better when he gave a few more quick thrusts before spilling inside you. That’s when he broke the skin with his teeth.

Both of you are breathing heavily when he finally pulls back to stare down at you. You’re sure your hair is an absolute mess and that blood has begun to form where his bite punctured your flesh. There’s probably a blotchy, ugly blush on your face, but the way he’s looking at you right now makes you feel like the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

“You know. I never thought you’d need help training with sex,” you attempted humor when you could no longer stand his quiet stare.

He pulled the pillow from beneath your head, letting it thump against the sheets only to smack you over the face with it.

“Shut up.”

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[frickingnerd]

the way i love you

pairing: amber x gn!reader

summary: amber spills a truth potion over himself and confesses to you

"amber, careful! you don't wanna spill thaaa…"

your warning came too late, as you watched amber spell the truth potion you had just bought all over himself. the boy blinked a couple times, waiting for anything to happen. just when he thought nothing happened, the truth potion suddenly started kicking in. 

"y-y/n…"

amber slowly stepped closer to you, taking both of your hands in his, before looking up at you. his eyes looked foggy and you could tell he wasn't quite his usual self. 

"i… i want you to know how much i care about you. and that i'm a huge coward, who hasn't been able to confess to you yet, even after being in love with you for months now… you're the greatest person i know. kind, beautiful, funny – even funnier than me! i've been in love with you since that one night we were sparring together. you absolutely kicked my ass, but all i could think about was how strong you were and how cool you looked… y/n, i need you to know that i… i lo.. love… ngghh" 

the truth potion seemed to wear off quicker than expected, cutting amber off mid-sentence. he blinked again, the fog from his eyes fading away and he looked at you surprised.

"woah, what happened…? w-why am i holding your hands!?"

amber quickly pulled away from you again, awkwardly rubbing his neck and turning away from you, in an attempt to hide his blush. 

"you don't remember…?"

you asked carefully. amber just shook his head. 

"maybe it just wasn't that important if i can't remember…"

[kisscara]

O8. a helping hand [fanboy!scaramouche x drummer!reader] ⎯⎯ heartbeat rhythm series

"it's so sunny, i just love spring!"

hu tao giddily stretches out her arms while jumping up and down, bathing in the delightful sunshine. you use your hand as a visor to shield your eyes from the blinding brightness. "i'm just glad it stopped snowing," you sigh out. "my outfits weren't as nice with all the cold weather..."

yanfei has her clipboard tucked beneath her arm as she makes her way to you two. "get a move on! the school fes is in three weeks, we can't be wasting time." she stops right in front of hu tao, who smugly grins at her. "looks like someone's been taking after the president's temper~"

the salmon haired female pouts, "it's not funny. he's totally stressing the student council with his demands and i agree with amber on how fast he's proceeding with things." she wearily closes her eyes, uttering, "just do your job and write up a song, quickly, at that."

yanfei places a hand on her hip, quizzically looking between you and hu tao.

"where's yun jin and yoimiya?"

you scratch the back of your head and mutter, "yun jin's trying to calm madam faruzan since we agreed to performing at the school festival without her permission and yoimiya's-" all of a sudden, a yell disrupts your sentence.

"hey, guys! i got ice cream!" yoimiya playfully giggles and makes her way onto the outdoor stage to join you three. you beam, "thanks so much, 'miya!" she hands each you, hu tao and yanfei a vanilla fudge swirl ice cream in a wafer cone. yanfei's shoulders sink in a matter of disappointment.

"thank you, yoimiya, but please do your job, guys. this is so tiring... ah, i forgot to check up on kaeya! he better not be buying useless things off of our school funds again!" yanfei hurriedly walks down the stage and back into the school building, all the while eating her ice cream.

yoimiya frowns, "what's up with her and where's ayaka?" hu tao makes kitten licks at the vanilla part of the ice cream. "something about the president stressing the council with the preparation of the school fes so ayaka's probably helping out too. anyways, she wants us to write a song by the end of today's work period."

yoimiya yelps, tightening her hold on the ice cream cone, "by the end of today's work period!? that's in an hour and a half, there's no way we can make a song without yun jin!" you place your hands on both girls' shoulders.

"we'll be alright! let's just start with the simple stuff, right? what's the song going to be about?" you take a nibble out of the ice cream to avoid any irritating brain-freeze. "hrm... what about," hu tao cheekily grins, "you write a song about your feelings for scaramouche?"

a moment of silence.

"nope. the lyrics are going to be ninety percent of nonsense." you sit onto your drum throne, mumbling, "i haven't even given him the cd of our album." hu tao and yoimiya yell in unison, "YOU HAVEN'T!?" hu tao nags, "it's nearly been a week since you got a hold of it!"

you slap either side of your face to knock some sense into yourself. "you're right, but everytime i'm about to give it to him, something just comes up. maybe it's a sign from celestia that it's a bad idea." you curiously glance up at the sky and hu tao waves around her ice cream cone, yelling, "a sign from celestia my ass!"

"i don't see any work getting done!" yanfei exclaims, exiting the school with a box of what seems to be decorations. yoimiya holds up two fingers on one hand, declaring, "we got this, yanfei! this is our thinking process!" yanfei sets the box down and kazuha follows her outside.

he sends you a kind smile and you meekly smile back. "sorry we couldn't get together on better circumstances, but from what ayaka tells me, you three should be fully capable of writing a song by the end of today, hm?" kazuha's gentle tone has the means of encouraging you.

yoimiya grins, "definitely! see, yanfei? the band would do just fine if it were us three." yanfei lets out a long exhale while opening the box, "whatever you say. oh, (name)," she turns to you and you hum in acknowledgement to her call.

"why don't you go and calm down mister angry pants? maybe he'll give you guys an extra day if you ask good enough since you're probably his favourite member." yanfei's suggestion makes you flustered. you panic, "not in front of kazuha!" the said male lightly laughs at your antics and you instantly turn red.

hu tao and yoimiya exchange sly looks. hu tao gently pushes you down the stage's stairs, whispering, "well, if you're not going to do it for yourself, do it for the band, right?" you open your mouth, about to interfere but she shoves you inside of the school building as a, 'good luck!' sort of gesture.

the doors slam behind you and you back away in surprise. here we go.

you look left and right while slowly walking through the halls. where was the student council's meeting room again? you peer into a room and find scaramouche standing there, mumbling things to himself with his eyes closed. you take great care in trying not to startle him by your arrival and you stand in front of him.

his face looks so perfect. his skin is fair and clear, his lashes somewhat long and his lips, soft and unbitten.

you carefully bring up your hand to tap his shoulder. scaramouche's eyes go wide and he immediately mistakens you for kaeya, which results in him taking ahold of your arm. "kaeya, what-!?" he freezes when he realizes his hand wrapped itself around you.

the two of you awkwardly stand in silence. "i'm sorry," scaramouche says, embarrassed by his sudden outburst. he swiftly lets go of you and squints in a flustered state. you let out a lopsided grin and shake it off with a wave of your hand, "it's okay, it's my fault for arriving out of nowhere."

scaramouche looks elsewhere and leans against the desk behind him while crossing his arms. "so... what brings you here?" his attempt of playing it off the "cool" way, even though he's still fazed by the previous moments. you deeply look back at what hu tao said to you. "if you're not going to do it for yourself, do it for the band."

that's right. yun jin's been so busy; she hasn't had the time to look after the band like she usually does, being the leader and all. with her gone and scaramouche putting you in the position as the new leader since she's absent, it's your job to do what's best for the members.

"listen, i know it's impolite of me to ask but could you give us one more day?-"

"sure." without a sliver of hesitation, he allows it. you blink in surprise. you had a whole speech planned in your mind and he... let it go? "really? i mean, thank you, scaramouche, we won't disappoint!" out of excitement, you thank him with a hug and make your way back to the outdoor stage.

after giving him that sudden embrace, scaramouche's arms are out wide and he's completely gone still. these arms of his... "these arms of mine have held the (name). i'm a changed man."

yanfei catches sight of you leaving the school building. "how'd it go," she asks, putting a pause to the decorating process around the outdoor stage's arc. you huff out with a smile. "he was super relaxed about it; i didn't even have to finish my sentence and he said he'll let it happen!"

kazuha's lips fall agape in surprise. "well, that's certainly a change for the council's president. he doesn't agree to these things so easily," the platinum blonde haired male remarks. you tilt your head and utter, "that's interesting."

yanfei swore an irk mark appeared on her forehead that very moment. she forces a grin and seethes through her teeth, "oh, yes, very interesting." she rolls her eyes and continues sorting out the decorations. 'it's totally not like he likes you or anything.'

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what happens when you, a talented and well-known drummer across the web, grow an intense crush for the student council president, who's also your number one fan? from annoying sisters to nosy bandmates, the next event that happens is always more chaotic than the last!

© kisscara

[glowingbadger]

Okay I had this lovely request for a fic like the Seteth "in heat" one I did a little while back, but for Tibarn, and I'm SO here for that, but I lost the request and like several paragraphs that I'd already written .-. life is suffering

Anyway, let's try this again Time to get unironically submissive and breedable

Tibarn (FE: PoR & RD) x AFAB Reader

("Queen," but no pronouns)

CW: in heat, mating, breeding kink

NSFW 18+

Tibarn has sent for you, which is rare enough on its own, as he'll generally come find you himself, always wearing that charming grin when he catches sight of you. You'd been hurried to see him, attendants insisting that he'd called for you to be brought to him in haste, and you can't help but wonder what could require your presence so urgently.

The throne room of Pheonicis' capitol is far less ostentatious than those of Begnion and even Crimea, if descriptions and illustrations of such places are to be believed; yet the worn wood and practical decor suits you just as well. You see your lover from across the hall the moment you arrive, seated with comfortable dignity, as though the old oaken throne were made of solid gold. He's flanked by Ulki and Janaff as per usual, and deeply engrossed in lively banter with a number of high ranking tribe warriors surrounding him. He doesn't look to be in any serious distress... what could he have wanted you for?

You've always admired the warm camaraderie between Tibarn and his countrymen, and so you make yourself inconspicuous so as to not disrupt their shared tales of daring hunts and past battles both won and lost. Unsurprisingly, Ulki notices you regardless. He probably heard your footsteps before you even reached the throne room proper (he says that you have distinct "firm, beorc footing," for whatever that means), and he nudges the King's arm and directs his shrewd eyes toward you. When Tibarn's amber gaze levels on you, there's something arresting about his expression- something that makes your heart skip, though you couldn't name it if you tried.

"Ah, Y/N, come," he says, and catches you around the waist the moment you reach him. By now, you're accustomed to the more blatant affections of the Laguz, so despite the company, you smile and lean into your lover's embrace. But then, he pulls you down onto his lap, his arm firm around you as he supports you on one muscular thigh.

"Hey, Tibarn-!"

Over your half-hearted protests, he addresses the other hawks before they get too wrapped up in bawdy comments on the scene before them,

"And you all," he speaks with the firm authority he wields as naturally as his own talons, "Go make some use of your time and your wings, understand?"

While his two loyal aids immediately turn to depart on his orders, the others linger for a time, caught up in the remnants of conversation and barely disguised glances toward you. Held firm against Tibarn's warm body, you feel him exhale, clearly displeased.

"Come now, can't a man have a moment with his mate?" he says more firmly above the jokes and commentary. The hand around your waist has begun to slide down the curve of your hips and upper thigh, squeezing soft flesh in his grip. By his expression, you wonder if he's even aware of his own touch. Either way, you can already feel your face burning up, try as you might to borrow Tibarn's dauntless confidence.

"You heard your orders- get moving," Janaff finally prods the group, wings twitching irritably behind him, "Bunch of chattering sparrows, the lot of you..."

They finally begin to file out, and your posture slackens just a little, glad to be free of the excess attention. Yet before the last hand has left the grand double doors, Tibarn's lips are at your neck.

"Finally..." He growls, his teeth nipping insistently at tender skin while his free hand sets upon removing your clothing. Your body tenses and arcs against him.

"Tibarn-!" You try to sound admonishing, but it's impossible when he drags his tongue along your neck, fiery love-bites marking you everywhere he can reach. You feel a familiar ache at your core as he sucks a punishing bruise to your throat, his hand gripping the swell of your thigh and holding you in place.

"Beorc are so sensitive," he murmurs with evident amusement, his breath hot across your skin. He's already pulled your boots off and it's now tugging your breeches down your legs, effortlessly maneuvering you on his lap in his strong arms. Tibarn is always a confident and unabashed lover, but there's something different about today- something almost compulsive. He's acting like he needs you, and it's all you can do to try to keep up with his pace. Before long, he's repositioned you so that your back rests against his hard chest and your knees are slung over his thighs, legs spread open as his hands greedily wander your body. Immediately, your attention is drawn to the hot, hard sensation of his manhood throbbing and rutting against your ass.

"Right- right here...?" you murmur in disbelief. Light-hearted and yet deadly serious, he replies,

"I'll have my mate wherever I like, little one."

One large hand runs up your torso, pushing up your shirt until he has unfettered access to your breasts. He fondles them hungrily, indulging in the soft flesh in his palm and tugging stiffened nipples until you're panting, arching back against him. Then, you feel the other hand sliding two fingers between your plush lower lips. You gasp aloud as he quickly finds your clit and begins to massage it steadily, stroking you over and over as you tremble in his arms.

"What's... got- gotten into you-??" you moan the words into the empty throne room, and he gives a low chuckle that flutters through your hair.

"Ah, that's right. Beorc don't experience it."

His touch leaves you just long enough to work open the front of his trousers, and immediately, you feel the impossibly hard length of his shaft rubbing between your soaked folds. You feel the tip run across your entrance, coating him in your juices, though not entering you just yet. You're surprised at how quickly he'd managed to make you as eager for it as he clearly is.

"It's my Heat," Tibarn says simply as he begins to position you both , with one hand at your hip and the other aligning his towering cock, "The Laguz drive to mate. To breed," his teeth graze the shell of your ear as his tip begins to spread you open around him, "And I won't be satisfied until I've filled you with me."

He drives into you in one steady motion, his hold at your hips pushing you down onto him as his hips thrust up to meet you, and for a moment, your breath and your thoughts leave you. Tibarn is always considerably larger than most men, but something about this "heat" must bolster even his size. You feel your inner walls strain around him, squeezing the full length of his cock while you pant and shiver against his sturdy torso. His wings furl around you both, protectively flanking either side of the throne. Elongated nails dig almost painfully against your thighs, leaving red divits in their wake, sure to remind you of Tibarn's claim for days to come.

The moment he begins to move, thrusting his member deep into you with your own body weight pushing you further onto him, you let out a pathetic whimper in an unfamiliar voice. Tibarn's pleasured grunts in your ear only spur you on to be a good mate and take him, to relieve his heat no matter what he demands of you.

"Long ago... the King's Heat meant that his chosen mate would be impregnated before an audience in this throne room," his voice is low and graveled in his chest, and his words cause you to moan aloud, your cunt clenching hard around him, clinging desperately to his length. The thought of Tibarn taking you in full view of his people, of a crowd watching you squirm and whimper as your gushing pussy takes his cock... it's far too filthy and far too wonderful to put out of mind. That you could be filled with his seed in full view of the crowd, that they would then know that you were carrying the King's child-

Suddenly, a rush of tingling pleasure erupts at your core and spreads through your body. You're gasping and moaning out your lover's name as your over-full cunt spasms and coils around him, and he fucks you through your climax. Your knees feel weak, but you rally your strength to keep yourself in place for him, even as your legs tremble with the aftershocks of your orgasm. Tibarn groans and holds you tighter against his muscled frame,

"Mmm... you like that idea, do you? Ungh- keep squeezing around me like that and I... won't be able to hold back..." His pace quickens, his thrusts harder, deeper, sending a jolt of aching pleasure up your spine each time he buries himself in you.

"Don't hold back... I- I want it...!" you gasp out between moans, still half dazed from your climax. He snarls between gritted teeth, the harsh bucking of his hips bouncing you on his lap. Aided by your overflowing juices, he forces his massive cock into your cunt again and again. Bulging veins and the swollen head drag along your inner walls, the friction and overwhelming size of him enough to cause your eyes to roll back. He's close- you can feel his manhood twitching and throbbing deep within you. By now, he's seized complete control of the pace. His powerful hold on your hips tugs you down against him in time with his thrusts, and it's all you can do to keep yourself from collapsing in his arms as he chases his release.

Tibarn lets out a roaring groan of pleasure, muscles tensing as he pulls you down onto him, then holds you mercilessly in place. He's buried in you to the hilt, and his lips find the crook of your neck once more as he begins to fill you with his cum. Dazed and tingling all over, you surrender your body to your lover and simply allow him to spill inside of you. A sudden lurch of his hips urges a helpless whimper past your lips, as the thick mass of his cock forces his release as deep into you as he can fit- as though his instinct commands him to ensure that his seed claims you.

Then, at last, you feel his body relax around you, and a heavy exhale against your skin. Tibarn slumps back against the throne, pulling you back with him and cradling you to him, all while his member remains nestled in your over-full and aching pussy. For a moment, you're quiet together. Yet despite having carried most of the physical strain of your coupling, your lover collects himself enough to move before you do. Gingerly, he lifts you up off of his still semi-hard length, and turns you to rest more comfortably on his lap with your head on his shoulder. A finger urges your chin up towards him. Slowly, tenderly, he presses a deep kiss to your lips, to which you can only offer a happy, contented sigh.

"Well done, my Queen," he murmurs, barely parting from you. When your hazy eyes focus on him, you expect to be met with his usual smirk- but the smile he wears is warm and openly adoring. Curling up against him, you rest your head on his chest to enjoy his warmth and his scent just a while longer. Soon, you'll need to make yourself more or less presentable, and Tibarn says that he'll have a warm bath drawn for you. Though it's not long before you learn that the time to recuperate is invaluable. Your mate will require your services again before night falls, and often after that, until his heat subsides.