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dragonflylady77 · 1 month ago

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only with you

The secrecy has been lifted, and I can finally reveal the fic I wrote for @billysblueeyes for @harringroveholidayexchange. The brief was some domestic fluff, GBFs, Billy and Max bonding, and some smut. I think I delivered.

Rating: M | 2185 words | domestic fluff, a dash of smut, harringrove parents

Summary:

Billy and Steve are hosting Christmas dinner at their house. Domestic fluff with a sprinkling of smut. And kids.

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Steve watched Billy sigh and scrunch the piece of paper he’d been scribbling on into a ball.

“Babe…” Steve started as Billy threw the newly formed ball towards the trash can, narrowly missing it.

“Not now, Stevie, I’m concentrating. Need it to be perfect.”

A warm feeling unfurled in Steve’s chest. He walked across the living room to stand behind his husband at the breakfast bar and plastered himself against Billy’s back, hooking his chin over Billy’s shoulder. “It will be.”

Billy grunted as he grabbed another piece of paper and started again, pencil moving quickly across the page, lines and swirls filling the space.

“You got this.” Steve dropped a kiss on his cheek before moving away. Best to leave Billy in his creative bubble. This stage of tattoo design was usually the most frustrating for him and the added pressure of this particular one was bound to stress him even more. It wasn’t every day that Billy had to come up with a matching tattoo with Max as a surprise Christmas present.

After checking that Noah was still fast asleep in his crib, Steve gathered the dirty laundry and put a load of washing on. It was early enough in the day that he would have time to hang it before their guests arrived. He double checked the guest rooms were ready then went back to the kitchen and made some coffee.

A few more scrunched up balls of paper had joined the growing pile by the trash can. He picked them up, feeling Billy’s gaze on him as he straightened up. He turned around to see Billy staring at him with a smirk.

“See something you like?”

“You know I do, baby,” Billy replied, unfolding himself from the stool he’d been sitting at for over an hour and walking to Steve, stopping when he was standing toe-to-toe with him. Steve went willingly when Billy put both hands on his hips and pulled him closer.

Leaning into the kiss was second nature at this point. Steve hummed softly as he wrapped his arms around Billy’s neck, fingers running through the unruly curls that had escaped his messy bun. Parting his lips when Billy nibbled on his bottom lip, and too focused on the heated way Billy licked into his mouth like he wanted to devour him, Steve let himself be walked backwards until his back was against the wall.

Billy abandoned his mouth to nibble a path down the column of his neck and Steve relished the feel of his husband’s body pressing against his—had since that day Billy had cornered him in the locker room after basketball practice, really.

Steve’d had enough of the endless taunting and had surprised both of them when he’d grabbed the lapels of Billy’s open shirt and planted one on him... He’d been really late picking up Dustin from school after that and endured a million questions about the hickey on his neck. It had all been worth it, though, when Billy had shown up at his house later that night. They had been together since.

Billy’s hands pushing on his hips brought him out of his little trip down memory lane and he startled when he realized Billy was on his knees in front of him.

“Billy, babe, your knee…” Steve protested, in a feeble attempt to spare Billy some unnecessary pain on Christmas Day. His knee hadn’t been the same since that fateful night Neil Hargrove had found out about them and taken to Billy with a golf club.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, pretty boy, I’ll pay for it later,” Billy countered as he kept undoing Steve’s pants and pulling them down his thighs. “Some things are more important,” Billy whispered, nuzzling Steve's cock over his boxers, before he moved a hand up under the hem to cup Steve, giving him a squeeze.

Billy looked up, the blue in his eyes nearly eclipsed by his pupils, and Steve shared the hunger he could see on his husband’s face. Always had, from the first day he’d seen Billy show up in that blue Camaro at Hawkins High.

Keeping the eye contact, Billy then carefully extracted Steve’s cock out of his boxers and used the precum beading at the tip to help his hand slide better as he got Steve fully hard.

Steve held back a moan, bucking his hips, searching for more.

“So greedy, Stevie… always so greedy,” Billy said with a grin.

“Shut u—” Steve bit down on his hand to stop from crying out when Billy swallowed him down to the root without another word.

Steve stopped trying to make words, all thoughts that were not BillyBillyBilly fleeing his mind. His free hand found a home in Billy’s hair, hanging on for dear life when Billy did that thing with his tongue that made Steve see stars.

Too soon, way sooner than Steve would have liked, he reached his peak and came down Billy’s throat, remembering just in time to keep quiet. Knees threatening to buckle, he helped Billy up, and was still trying to get his breath back when he heard cries.

“Fuck!”

Billy chuckled. “Impeccable timing, your son.”

“Oh, now he’s my son, is he? I don’t remember doing a DNA test…”

“You can deny it all you want, baby, but he’s got your eyes, and your gorgeous hair.”

“Whatever,” Steve retorted with an eyeroll. “I’ll go get him.” He put his pants back on and gave Billy a quick kiss. “You better get back to your design, they’ll be back soon.”

Billy nodded and Steve headed down the hallway.

“Stevie?”

He stopped and turned to look at Billy, who was standing by the wall still, his curls a messy halo around his face, his shirt kind of askew, his jeans looking kind of tight in the front. “Yeah?”

“You owe me.”

Steve snorted. “I love you, too.”

***

Billy picked up his pencil and tried again. He could see the design in his head but, for once, didn’t seem to be able to get it onto the page. He knew moving to the iPad, like he usually did when working on a design for a client, would not help. Not for this particular one.

He heard Noah’s cries stop as Steve’s soothing voice carried from the nursery. His pretty boy seemed to be a natural at this being a parent thing, to the surprise of exactly no one.

Some days, Billy still found it hard to believe that he was a dad. It wasn’t something he’d ever even remotely considered, too scared he would turn into his father. But Steve’s gentle loving, and a few years of therapy, had convinced him to give it a go. And now, he wouldn’t change it for anything. Steve and their kids were his whole world.

The jingle of a key in the front door ten minutes later pulled him out of his creative bubble and he turned around to see some of his favorite people enter. Maisie ran at him with a happy screech and wrapped her arms around his neck when he picked her up. Robin and Heather followed at a slower pace, carrying a mountain of bags.

“I didn’t realize you ladies were buying everything at the store today,” Billy said with a smirk that earned him a sneaky middle finger behind his daughter’s back.

“Papa! Did you know, Auntie Hank said I should get Daddy ice cream from Scoops for his Christmas present and that’s just silly, because it would melt!”

Putting his five-year-old daughter down, Billy turned to his best friend. “How about we don’t bring up traumatizing memories for Christmas, Hank? Please?”

“Sorry, Billy,” Robin answered for Heather. She put down the half-dozen bags she was holding and collapsed into a chair. “We walked past the vendor with the samples and things were said. Now, where is my godson? I need cuddles.”

“You’ll have to wait, I’m afraid,” came Steve’s voice from the hallway. “Unless you want to help me with his bath.”

“Oooh, yes, I’m coming!” Robin left the room, Maisie hot on her heel.

Billy chuckled when he heard the little girl asking to jump in the bath with her brother and turned to Heather. “Hey, you.”

“Hey back. Did you get it done?” Heather walked over to the breakfast bar and sat on a stool, looking over the pieces of paper.

Sitting next to her, Billy let out a sigh before bumping shoulders with her. “Not gonna lie, Hank, I’m struggling.”

“Oh, come on, Blue. She’s your sister, surely you can come up with something.”

“That’s the thing though, it can’t be just anything. It needs to be special. And perfect.”

“It will be. Maybe you just need to freestyle it, like you did for us,” Heather said, her finger tracing the lines of the Hawkins Lifeguard tattoo they’d both got on their arm.

“Maybe.” Billy wondered if maybe she was right.

“What time are they getting here?”

Billy checked his phone and found a text from Max letting him know they had just parked outside. “Right now, apparently. I’ll go see if they need help.”

Leaving Heather to unpack the bags, Billy grabbed his keys and headed out.

Excited voices welcomed him in the driveway.

“Uncle Billy! Uncle Billy!”

“Hi, guys!” He grinned as his nephews crowded him and they did their special hand shake. He had been told in no uncertain terms at their last birthday that seven years old was too old for cuddles.

“Uncle Billy! The plane was late because of the snow. We had to sit in our seats for aaaaages and Wyatt cried like a baby.”

“Did not.” Wyatt glared at his brother, fists at his sides.

“You so did. I saw you.”

“Arlo William Sinclair, what did I tell you about being an A-hole to your brother?” Max warned her son before stopping in front of Billy and dropping the bags she was carrying. “Hey, Billy.”

Billy wrapped his arms around his sister and pulled her close while Lucas called the boys back to the car to get their backpacks. Max held him tightly, her cheek pressed against his neck. Billy whispered, so the boys wouldn’t hear. “Good to see you, shitbird.”

“It’s been too long. I can’t wait to finally meet that son of yours.”

“Well,” Billy started, letting go of her, “if you guys moved to Cali like I’d been telling you since the twins were born…”

“We’re trying, I promise. I need to finish this enormous project at work, we’re so close to being done, after three freaking years… then I’ll talk to my boss.”

“Okay. Noah is in the bath, which means your niece will be in there too. Stevie and Robin are supervising.”

Max groaned. “Oh, god. That means your bathroom will be flooded, I hope you know that. And there won’t be any hot water left for me to wash the plane off.”

“There’s cold beer in the fridge, and enough food to sink a small ship in the meantime.”

“Lead the way, Hargrove.” Max laughed when Billy pinned her with a glare.

He’d taken Steve’s last name when they’d got married, letting go of the last piece of his father that was still in his life, and Max knew it.

“Whatever, Maxine.” He picked up the bags she’d dropped at his feet and high-tailed it to the door before she would swat him on the arm.

Arlo and Wyatt followed him, saying “Maxiiiiiiiiiiine” louder and louder, to their mother’s annoyance.

***

Steve looked around the living room where most of the people he loved were gathered. They’d had a delicious, yet unconventional, Christmas Eve dinner, made up of various random dishes everyone had contributed to. Afterwards, they had opened presents and Max had absolutely loved the idea for their matching tattoo, like Steve had said all along.

Now, after Christmas mince tarts and ice cream, Heather and Robin were chatting animatedly with Max and Lucas on the sectional couch while Maisie, Arlo and Wyatt were lying on cushions in front of the tree, looking rather blissed out, and Billy…

Feeling someone next to him, Steve turned his face and found his husband, who was cradling their sleeping infant son against his chest.

“You okay, pretty boy?” Billy asked, his hand moving slowly up and down Noah’s back.

“Yeah, I was… I don’t know… looking at our family, thinking how happy I am that they’re all here, at our house.”

“We did good.”

“Yeah, babe, we sure did,” Steve replied, putting one arm around Billy’s waist and looking down at their son.

“Bet you didn’t think we’d be married with kids before your thirtieth birthday when you dragged me into the locker room all those years ago.”

Steve scoffed. “Excuse you, you’re the one who shoved me first. I merely… acted on impulse.”

“Right… so your immediate reaction when a guy pushes you is to shove your tongue down his throat? Is that what you’re saying? Did that happen a lot to you in high school, King Steve?”

Steve smiled.

“Only with you, baby.”

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bread-crum206 · 12 days ago

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A Game of Hearts

Chapter twenty-eight: The Weight of Silence

Summary: Y/N’s father is a VIP for the games, he makes a deal with the Frontman that if he marries his only daughter that he will continue to sponsor the games. However, Y/N is not fond of this decision as she loathes the games and in turn, loathes the Frontman as well. Will she grow to love him? Will he let his walls down?

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The world moved on.

The guests at the masquerade spoke of the Panther Mask in hushed tones for no longer than a night. By morning, his name was nothing more than a fleeting thought, an unspoken reminder of what happened to those who stepped out of line.

No one asked where he had gone.

No one wanted to know.

You sat in front of the vanity in the bathroom, staring at your reflection in the dim light. The space was quiet, save for the soft hum of the ventilation system, the faint sound of the ocean crashing against the cliffs outside. Your mask lay discarded on the counter beside you, a cracked reminder of the night before. The adrenaline had long since faded, but the memory of the Panther’s grip on you still lingered like a bruise beneath your skin.

He was gone. You knew that much. But the how—the when—the where—those were things you weren’t sure you wanted the answers to.

The faucet dripped. A slow, steady rhythm. You focused on that sound, grounding yourself in the monotony of it, in the certainty that water would keep falling, that the world would keep moving, regardless of what had just happened.

A soft creak of the bedroom door beyond the bathroom made you stiffen slightly. You already knew who it was.

A moment later, the bathroom door pushed open, and In-ho stepped inside.

His mask was off.

That alone made your breath catch in your throat. He never removed it, not unless he wanted something to be understood without words. His face was as unreadable as ever, his expression set in careful neutrality. But there was something in his eyes—something dark, something lingering.

You swallowed. “He’s dead, isn’t he?”

It wasn’t really a question.

In-ho exhaled through his nose, stepping further into the space. He didn’t lean against the counter, didn’t sit. Instead, he simply looked at you, as if measuring something.

“He won’t bother you again,” he said finally.

Your fingers curled slightly against your lap. A confirmation, then. You hadn’t expected him to lie, but something about the finality of it made your chest feel tight. You weren’t sure what you had expected to feel. Relief? Fear? Satisfaction?

Maybe all of it. Maybe none of it.

You forced yourself to meet his gaze. “What did you do with him?”

A long silence. Then—

“I erased him.”

That was all he said.

Erased.

Not killed. Not disposed of.

Erased.

The word sent a chill down your spine.

You weren’t naïve. You knew what happened to people who crossed the wrong line in places like this. But there was something about the way In-ho said it—so calm, so absolute—that made it feel different. He hadn’t just removed the Panther from the equation. He had ensured there was nothing left of him. No name. No body. No story.

Gone.

You exhaled slowly, fingers tightening against the fabric of your robe. “Good.”

Something flickered in his gaze. Approval, maybe. Or something else. Something you couldn’t quite name.

He stepped closer then, stopping just a breath away. His presence was heavy, grounding, suffocating all at once. His hand lifted—hesitated—before he slowly, deliberately brushed his fingers along your jaw. The touch was barely there, but it sent a shiver down your spine.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” he murmured.

Your breath hitched slightly, but you held his gaze. “I’m not.”

It wasn’t entirely a lie.

His thumb ghosted over your chin, the touch so light it could have been mistaken for accidental. But it wasn’t. Nothing In-ho did was accidental. He was testing something, watching for a reaction.

You weren’t sure what he found.

Seconds stretched between you, thick with something unspoken. Then, just as easily as he had touched you, he pulled away. The warmth of his hand disappeared, leaving behind only the cold weight of silence.

His expression remained unreadable, his mask of indifference settling back into place. “Get some rest,” he said. “Tomorrow, things will be different.”

You weren’t sure what he meant.

You weren’t sure you wanted to know.

But as he turned and left, as the soft click of the bedroom door closing echoed through the space, one thing became clear.

The Panther Mask was gone.

And nothing would ever be the same.

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yuoimia · 1 year ago

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LATE AT NIGHT

summary: sfw late night activities with them

characters: alhaitham, ayato, diluc, kazuha, wanderer, zhongli.

cw: all sfw, petnames, drabbles, zhongli is obsessed with his tea set.

alhaitham - empty library dates

it seemed the coffee you both shared earlier was starting to wear off.

books and papers strewn across the desks, heads resting against one another, a few tired yawns and incoherent mumbles occasionally cutting through the silence.

you could feel alhaitham readjust his position, lightly moving you closer. gentle, steady movements pulling you in. he obviously thought you were asleep, oblivious to the amusement written on your face.

now, you were tightly tucked underneath his arm. stuck in an embrace you know you won’t be able to escape until the morning. the smile on your face refused to vanish.

“I know you’re awake, you know.”

kamisato ayato - watching the festivals from afar

the sound of fireworks brings forth a nostalgic feeling.

it’s a sweet, fuzzy feeling that spreads like electricity throughout your veins. the vivid colours sparkling through the inky night skies, illuminating narukami island in a magical and beautiful way. you stand on the edge of kamisato estate, transfixed by the glimmers and glows, in awe, so much that you don’t hear the familiar approaching footsteps.

“they’re lovely, aren’t they?” ayato sighs, staring too at the display, before glancing down towards your face. “though…it’s nothing compared to you.”

diluc ragnvindr - wandering together at night

“i told you to wear something warmer.”

you hadn’t even said anything, but yes, you were cold. it was quite late into the night after all. then again, it was you who complained that you couldn’t sleep, so diluc suggested a night stroll might be a good idea.

“what i’m wearing now is fine,” you reply, edging just a teensy bit closer to him as you both watch a nearby owl in a tree.

diluc watches as you let out a small shiver.

to save arguments, he hoists you over his shoulder without warning and begins walking back.

kaedehara kazuha - convenience store runs

it’s 1am and you’re hungry.

you’re craving something from the convenience store down the street, but there seems to be a bit of a dilemma.

kazuha’s currently holding you in a firm hug around your waist, his peaceful face lying under your chin.

cautiously, with slow and calculated movements, you attempt to break free from his arms. you’ve put on a jacket and made it to the door when something pulls you back.

“don’t leave without me yet…”

he’s so sleepy, but he manages to carry the overloaded bags of food you might’ve gone a little overboard with.

wanderer - reality tv shows

“it’s confusing."

“no, it isn’t.”

“yeah, it is. then what’s her name? klara?”

you shake your head, almost sighing in exasperation as you watch him point to the TV.

“I’ve already told you a million times; that's Kim,” you reply, lunging to grab another handful of popcorn sitting in a bowl on your boyfriend’s lap. "I think she’s the easiest to tell apart.”

Wanderer almost snorts, rolling his eyes as he watches Kim struggle to open the car door.

His response causes you to throw some popcorn into his face, which he flicks straight back at you. “Do you want to watch something else then?”

At that, he grabs the remote. “No, I want to see her open the door.”

zhongli - teas and tales

A weak smile is your response as zhongli pours you your sixth cup of steaming green tea.

He’s sitting next to you on the small cedar dining table, animatedly reminiscing about a memory involving fierce dragons and fleeting adepti. You attempt to listen, occasionally nodding and smiling. It’s interesting, it really is, but it’s kind of hard to focus when it’s two in the morning and you desperately need some sleep.

without warning, a loud yawn suddenly escapes.

zhongli stops speaking, and for a second, you fear he’s going to pour you another cup of tea.

“it’s past midnight,” he mutters, surprised, before grabbing your hand to lift you from your seat. “sweetheart, head to bed first. I have to pack away this tea set.”

#genshin x reader #genshin drabbles #genshin fluff #alhaitham x reader #ayato x reader #diluc x reader #kazuha x reader #wanderer x reader #zhongli x reader #anya writes ✧.*

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lovestruckelf · 4 months ago

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We Saved Each Other CHAPTER 3 (Legolas x Reader) NSFW

CHAPTER 1: A03 or Tumblr

CHAPTER 2: A03 or Tumblr

CHAPTER 3: A03

Summary: After almost losing his love weeks earlier, Legolas decides that the future is unpredictable so what better time to share himself with his new fiance than right now.

Note: Smut.

Don't know what else to tell you. This is 11K+ words of pure, explicit, detailed love-making from the very first word to the last.

I hope you make it to the end but if you need breaks, I won't blame you.

ENJOY!

Pairing: Legolas x Reader (female elf)

Warnings: smut, virginity loss, fluff fluff and more fluff. Oh and did I say smut? MINORS DNR!

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*Immediate continuation from Chapter 2*

The prince slowly picked you up and gently placed your body on the bed beneath him as he moved over you to kiss you deeper than he had ever done before. From your sitting position just moments ago, Legolas had not moved your legs from straddling his hips as he lifted you and laid you under him. His clothed body remained between your legs and for the first time in not only your relationship but your life, the feeling of having yourself so open to another as they settled within your parted legs had you nervous. Even the weight of Legolas' body resting gently on top of yours but keeping the distance between your pelvis' made your mind spin as you tried not to panic. Your future husband's words were playing over and over in your head in an attempt to calm yourself.

//"...you're in control."//

//"Tonight is all about you."//

These words brought you more comfort than you initially realised and you closed your eyes, trying to soothe your rapidly beating heart. You wanted to take in every second of this experience, commit every touch and sound to memory.

Sensing some reluctance and seeing your eyes hide behind the lids, Legolas brought the back of his hands to your cheeks and lovingly caressed your face. "I can feel your heart, meleth. Do not be afraid, all you will know this night is the depth of my love." You opened your eyes as his words struck your heart and you gave him a small close-lipped smile in response.

"I know, my love. I know I'm safe with you. It's just new sensations mixed with excitement and... fear." Legolas stopped all movement and slowly rolled himself off you to lay next to your body, never taking his eyes off yours and reaching down to hold one of your hands. "Fear?", the prince asked. "You fear what is about to happen?". You turn over so you're completely facing him, "I do not fear you, my love. I only fear the potential pain that is about to occur. I understand it can be a shock at first... so I'm just apprehensive of that."

Legolas nodded his head, fully grasping the truth of your fear and brought his hand up to gently hold your chin so you were looking directly into his eyes. "That is completely understandable, but I have heard it only hurts for a moment. I will do all I can to make this as pleasurable for you as possible, to make your body ready for me." The prince watched your eyes as his words left his lips, waiting for any sign of uncertainty. Sensing none and not hearing you revoke your consent, Legolas continued, "I will go as slow as you need, my love. If at any moment you decide you've had enough and don't wish to continue, all you need to do is tell me and I'll stop. As I said earlier, you're in control. Ok, my beloved?"

With that, you let go the breath you hadn't realised you'd been holding, nodded your head and whispered, "I trust you completely."

A small, endearing smile appeared on Legolas' face once more and he brought his lips back down to yours but didn't connect them. His eyes remained locked onto yours. "I'm going to place my hands back on you now, ok?" Once more, you nodded and felt him place one of his hands on your waist while the other snaked it's way between your neck and the pillow your head was laying on, bringing you up to rest on his bicep as he slowly moved his body to lay completely against yours. You responded by bringing one of your hands up to rest on the side of his face which was mere centimetres away from yours and placing the other flat against his chest.

You were both laying on your sides facing each other when Legolas connected your lips. The kiss was impossibly gentle, and you felt the love pouring out of your new fiancé. You felt the hand which slid under your neck reach up to lightly grab the back of your head while the prince deepened the kiss. In doing so, as you did earlier, you involuntarily moaned again, and it wasn't until the third time of you doing this that you noticed Legolas thoroughly enjoyed this response. The vibrations went straight through him again from his lips down to his member and the hand that was resting on your waist came around to the small of your back bringing your body flush against his own.

This kiss lasted a few more moments before Legolas needed to come up for air, the pressure in his breaches was building but he knew he had a little while yet before you'd be ready to accept him within you. With this thought, he asked you to trust him with his eyes and you understood the request as you nodded. Kissing you again, the prince used the pressure of his upper body and the support of his hands to gently roll you over onto your back as he lifted himself up on his elbow to slightly lean over you, never breaking the kiss. Taking the hand that rested on your back, he brought it up now to rest on the side of your neck.

Bringing his lips from your own, he gingerly moved them until you felt his hot breath on the side of your neck before he was placing small, delicate kisses along the length of it. You couldn't do anything else with your hands but slide your palms over the feel of the silk sheets as Legolas began kissing you from your jaw down your neck, not stopping. The grip of his hand slightly intensified as he placed more pressure on your neck with his lips which caused you to repeatedly gasp.

Releasing his hand, the prince brought it up to stroke the tip of your highly sensitive pointed ear as he remembered how you responded from this unintentional gesture earlier. He was keen to explore it. As before, your body jumped when his fingers brushed over the tip and your eyes closed from the intensity of the action but this time, the sensation was coupled with the feel of his lips travelling over your collarbone and further down. You began panting from the stimulation and the nerves but did not stop his actions... it felt too good, and your body simultaneously released a gasp and a moan through your panting breaths.

The sounds your were making along with feeling your body coming alive under his ministrations was driving the prince crazy with pure lust.

He brought his hand away from your ear as he desired to keep exploring your body, mapping it out on his way down and making mental notes of which actions drew out those delicious noises he loved so much. While continuing his slow decent with his lips, he brought his spare hand down and placed it just on the side of your breast, letting you know that that was his next point of interest and to give you the chance stop him.

Opening his eyes slightly to look upon you, Legolas once again and not for the final time this night searched for any hesitation but found none. Your eyes remained closed, and he could see your body slowly surrendering to him as it became accustomed to his touches. Convinced you wanted more, the prince continued kissing you down from your collarbone and over your clothed chest. He brought his hand up and gently cupped your breast which was furthest away from him and began kneading it, testing the waters a bit. You let out gasp after gasp with each delicate squeeze but did not stay his hand, so Legolas continued. He brought his lips over the other clothed breast and began placing delicate kisses over the top of it, feeling your erect nipples through the fabric.

The feel of your hardened buds made Legolas salivate a little as his desire to caress your soft skin with his mouth became too much for him to bare. Bringing the hand which was kneading your breast to the centre of your chest, he began slowly undoing the buttons of your tunic and your eyes snapped open as you realised what he was about to do. Seeing this response, Legolas didn't stop but instead offered you words of comfort while maintaining his actions

"Shhhh, meleth. You're alright. Trust me." he whispered as he looked into your eyes.

Trust him you did, and you took a deep breath before feeling his hand slide slowly underneath your now unbuttoned tunic to rest directly on your bare breast. The contact of his hand on the skin of your breast sent a jolt of energy through your body, landing once more in your core. The prince didn't stop as he shifted his weight to bring the top half of his body further over yours to gain better access to his prize. With his other hand, he gently moved the fabric covering your remaining breast until both were now exposed. Your hardened bud was erect and waiting for the prince to claim with his lips which he did with no hesitation. Continuing his previous ministrations, he started to knead your other breast while bringing the one closest to him into his mouth and lightly began to suck and add pressure to your nipple.

Your back arched off the bed in response and your breathing momentarily stopped as jolt after jolt of pleasure soared through your entire body. Legolas was confident that you would stop him if you didn't feel pleasure, or his actions caused discomfort so he decided against stopping to check on you for the moment. Your body telling him everything he needed to know and giving him the confidence to continue.

He didn't let up for a second as his lips formed a tight seal around your breast and the tip of his tongue was circling over your nipple while the pressure of his hand on your other breast intensified as he pinched your tip between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation was the most intense feeling you had ever felt in your relatively short elven life, and you hadn't realised you brought a hand up to the back of Legolas' head and began pulling at the roots of his scalp, drawing his face in impossibly close to your breast which he was now attacking with his mouth.

The feel of your fingers tugging his hair from the roots had the prince's clothed erection throbbing painfully as it was screaming to take its pleasures now. Apparently Legolas enjoyed a little bit of pain which was news to him and he made a mental note of this for later on.

With a loud pop, Legolas released your breast from his mouth and with his other hand, ceased the pinching motion for the moment, resting the palm of his hand flat against your other breast. You took the slight reprieve to catch your breath as your back moved to lay flat against the mattress once more. Opening your eyes, you saw the face of your future husband smirking down at you with a slight hint of arrogance in his eyes.

"I take it you enjoyed that then?" the prince asked smugly. You lightly hit him on the arm as your smile crept onto your face and you turned your head to the side of the pillow, avoiding his gaze. "Yeah, you enjoyed it." Legolas concluded proudly.

Sitting up on his knees now, he brought his hands back down to the buttons of your tunic as he began undoing the remaining ones. Realising what he was doing, you moved your head back around to look at him as he swiftly brought his lips next to your ear and whispered, "Shall we find out what else you enjoy?".

Your breath hitched in your chest as you realised where he was about to touch you. Pushing all your nerves and fears to the side as best you could, you nodded your head and looked into his eyes. Knowing where he was about to explore, the action was not enough for the prince.

"Words, my love. Tell me with words." he requested as his hands kept undoing the buttons of your tunic until all were unclasped and he pushed the two sides of the fabric to rest on either side of your body. "Yes" you breathed out as your nerves battled with your wits as you realised your top half was completely bare to the prince for the very first time.

Instinctively you brought your arms up to try and cover yourself as best you could, but Legolas would have none of it. "No, my love. Let me see you. Let me admire your body in its complete perfection." he said as he gently moved your arms to place them at your sides.

Moving his legs over either side of your hips, the prince straddled you as he went to remove his own tunic, tossing it onto the floor. What you saw before you had you in complete disbelief. How could something so utterly perfect not only exist on this earth but long for you the same way you did him. Legolas' body was a masterpiece, there was no other way to put it. Every part of him was pure muscle and you suddenly felt a deep desire to trace each defined line with your tongue. You longed to taste him but that would have to wait for another night.

Without realising it, you began biting your bottom lip as your eyes widened and the prince took in your recognition of his body. Smiling down at you once more, Legolas leaned over and placed his hands on either side of your head, bringing his face close to yours so your noses were almost touching. His long, golden hair fell around the both of you as he bore his eyes into yours and you thought you had reached heaven by this action alone.

"Like what you see?" he asked with that same knowing smirk.

You breathed out your response without blinking, "Y... yes. Very much so" and the prince brought his lips back down to your neck and began urgently kissing down the length of it once again.

He did not stop this time as he moved over your collarbone, over both your breasts until he found the centre of your stomach. This was the lowest point he had reached on your body, and he knew what lay just a few centimetres south of this spot. With this in mind, he needed to calm himself down and keep reminding himself that tonight was about you, and he couldn't just take what he truly desired.

No, he needed to go slow to ensure your pleasure and readiness for him. Bringing both hands and intertwining his fingers with yours, he moved his lips slowly, almost agonisingly slowly across your stomach. Kissing every single inch of it, making sure you felt completely safe and loved before he moved down further. As his lips connected with your soft skin, he brought his eyes up to look upon your face, again searching for any hesitations.

Feeling the pressure of his movements shift slightly, you opened your eyes and saw the unspoken question written all over his face, "Are you ready for me to go further?". Before you had time to consider your words, you gave Legolas the permission he sought. "I'm ready" you said, placing your head back down on the pillow and looking up at the ceiling trying to focus on your almost painfully rapid heartbeat. Hearing your words, Legolas gave your hands a firm squeeze before placing his fingertips over the top of and into the band of your leggings, his lips continuing to worship your stomach while slowly moving down to meet his hands.

Your breathing intensified with excitement, uncertainty, curiosity and nervousness. Feeling his fingertips under the band of your leggings had you almost squirming with anticipation, but you stayed yourself, focusing instead on your breathing. As his fingers remained hooked in your leggings, you felt Legolas' lips travel further down over your clothed legs, not yet paying attention to the part of you which seemed to be aching for attention. His lips caressed you over the top of your thighs as he brought down one of his hands and wrapped it around the back of one of your legs.

Legolas' movements were slow, deliberate. He was searching for all your sweet spots and found another one when he applied pressure on the inside of your thigh with another kiss. The action had your hands lightly fisting the sheets beneath you as you let out a deep moan. Hearing your pleasure, the prince's confidence grew and with it his desire as he found himself yet again longing for skin to skin contact to set your body alight. Slowly he lifted his head and brought his hands up, hooking his fingers back under the band of your leggings.

Making sure he only grabbed onto the leggings and not your undergarment, Legolas began to slide the annoying piece of clothing down your body. Instinctively you rose your hips to assist in the process which made the prince smirk slightly. Your movement telling him you were receptive to his actions and wanted more which he was more than willing to provide.

Bringing himself back up to sit on his knees, he continued removing your clothing down your legs until they were free of the fabric, and you only lay there before him in nothing but your lingerie. You felt completely vulnerable, and you weren't sure whether to giggle from nerves or cry from embarrassment but Legolas did not allow you much time to overthink as he lowered himself back down to the bed, slowly sliding his body up your legs and leaving a trail of kisses along the length of them as he travelled up. One leg receiving the touches of his tender lips while the other enjoyed the feel of his large hand sliding up as he went.

He arrived back where he wanted to be, near that sweet spot he had stumbled upon just moments ago. Bringing both his hands down to grab the underside of your calves, Legolas delicately parted your legs so he could lay his torso between them. Glancing at your face and meeting no resistance, he continued by bringing his lips back down to the inside of one of your bare thighs and placed stronger kisses upon it. His hands met his face as he hooked them both under your legs, gently holding them apart. Your body began to tremble as you felt him place fierce kisses up the inside of your thighs, traveling up and up until you felt his hot breath on your clothed centre. This was it... he had arrived.

Legolas opened his eyes to look down upon your centre and swallowed hard. He would not admit it but he was feeling equally as nervous and excited. Taking a deep breath, the scent of you met his senses and the primal urges within him began to overtake his mind. He shut his eyes as he calmed himself down, again reminding himself that he needed to go slow until you said otherwise.

Opening his eyes again, he moved his lips to meet the crease between your mound and inner thigh, the closest he had ever been to your sweet spot that was screaming for attention at this point. Your breath shuddered as you felt his hands gripping your thighs tighter, keeping you open for him. You quickly realised how close he was to touching you for the very first time. Having not even touched yourself before, every single sensation was new, and you wanted to experience it all with Legolas.

His lips didn't pause, and he placed featherlight kisses across the lips of your centre which were hidden behind the last layer of fabric. Taking in another deep breath, the scent of you consumed him and his member practically jumped through his pants. Its patience wearing thin. Legolas groaned at how painfully hard he had become and began lightly bucking his hips against the mattress to give himself some much-needed friction. This seemed to quiet down his intense urges for the moment while he focused on getting you ready.

Glancing down, he looked upon at where his lips had just been and noticed a large wet spot had formed on your undergarments. Your body was waking up, responding to his touches, telling him you were willing to take everything he was longing to provide you this night. Seeing the wet spot, his mind had him yearning to feel your warm, slickened lips for himself as he had imagined many times during your relationship.

Releasing his grip on your thighs, Legolas moved his half naked body up the bed until his lips crushed against yours, stealing the breath from you with this unexpected movement. Without breaking the kiss, your felt one of the prince's hands slide its way down until it gently cupped you between your legs, eliciting a loud gasp as your eyes shot open to stare into his.

Breaking the kiss, Legolas planted soft pecks over your face as he gently began adding pressure with his middle finger to your clothed centre, pushing your wet lips apart through the fabric. The action made your entire body jump and you threw your hands around his neck, hoping he'd keep you grounded. Feeling your desperate reaction, with the arm he was resting on, he moved it under your shoulders to bring your body close to his own as he continued applying pressure to your centre. His own breath hitched as he felt your breasts pushed up against his bare chest for the very first time. The softness of them against his hard pecks had you both moaning from the skin to skin contact as both your body temperatures began to rise.

The simultaneous moans, the heat of your mound, the feel of your breasts against him drove the prince's desperation to touch you without any more resistance. He withdrew his hand slightly to bring his fingertips up to the top of your lingerie, pushing them in underneath the fabric and slowly slid them down until his middle finger resumed its actions from mere seconds ago. This time, instead of the feel of soft cotton, all he felt was the wet heat of your body as he began sliding his finger through your folds, searching for that sensitive spot that would have you seeing stars. He continued planting kisses along your cheeks and over your neck as his hips started to gently buck against the side of your body, searching for its own satisfaction.

It was all too much, and you began to pant at the feel of his long, slender digit buried between your slit. You tried not to think, just wanting to enjoy all the sensations the prince was offering but you had trouble getting out of your own head. That was until his finger slid all the way up and moved over your wet clit. Your body tensed and jumped as your arms pulled Legolas' head into your neck and you cried out without meaning to. Bringing his head up to look at you but not letting you go, he watched you cautiously, waiting for confirmation that you had in fact enjoyed that slight movement of his finger. Your eyes remained closed as you tried to make sense of what you had just felt.

Was something that intense meant to course through your body?

Was that normal?

Your arms remained locked around the prince's neck as he began speaking softly, "My love? Are you ok?"

You weren't entirely sure how to answer that. You believed you were ok as you did not feel any discomfort or pain... so what was that just now? Opening your eyes slightly, you looked at him and saw a slight glimmer of concern. Offering him a small smile of reassurance you responded, "I... I think so. Whatever you did, it felt like a lightning bolt ripped through my very being."

Listening to you carefully with his finger remaining where it was but unmoving, the prince smirked, "Did you like it?"

Again, you weren't sure of the answer, and you tried to think back to how you felt in the moment, "I'm not sure. It wasn't unpleasurable, just a shock I suppose." Legolas nodded in response and began placing kisses over your face before whispering, "Just feel me, y/n. Don't think. Allow your body to answer for you."

You felt his finger begin to slowly move up and down between your slickened lips and once again, it found that spot which made your body jolt with electricity. Your legs snapped shut, trapping his hand between them as the grip of your arms on his neck brought his entire top half down onto yours. You were panting in his ear but did not stop his actions which spurred him on to continue. Even with your legs trapping his hand, his middle digit continued stroking you over and over until you began crying out, gripping him so fiercely that a groan ripped through his chest.

"Le... Legolas!" you yelled, not wanting him to stop while not sure if you would pass out from the intensity of the pressure building within you.

His finger remained pressed against your bud now as he drew circles over it, applying constant pressure which had you tightening your thighs together even more. Your fingers slid through the strands of his hair, gripping hard and pulling his face down into your neck while your other hand pushed your nails into his bicep. Legolas was moaning through the slight pain you were causing him, but he did not mind it. In fact, it made his resolve more desperate to take you this night.

Your breathing was practically non-existent at this point as you felt your stomach muscles begin to tighten with each stroke of his finger. Legolas made to move his head from your neck, wishing to see you come undone from his touch. Feeling him try to pull away, you eased up your grip on his neck and placed your hand on his shoulder, your other hand still holding onto his arm. He brought his spare hand up to rest on the top of your head, stroking your hair. Your eyes had lost all colour as your pupils were blown from the passion of the moment.

The image before him made his heart momentarily stop and drove his desire to bring you to release. Slowing down his movements on your clit for the moment, he felt your legs begin to relax with the reprieve and used this opportunity place his hand on your knee which was closest to him, bringing your leg down and opening you up once more. Legolas brought his leg up and over yours to keep you in place as his finger returned to your bud and began stroking it again. This time, however, he did not start slow. Instead, he returned to his fast, deliberate strokes and your legs tried to snap shut again from the intensity, but Legolas was not about to let that happen, adding pressure of his leg on top of yours to pin it down.

Sliding his spare hand underneath your head, he gently brought your face up to his and pressed his tongue into your mouth, drinking in your taste and moans. You were trying to breathe through your nose as your stomach muscles started clenching once again and your legs began to shake. Your moans were turning into cries and Legolas moved his forehead, so it was resting upon yours as his eyes locked onto your own.

"Y/N, stop thinking. Let go. Let me hear you."

It was all too much. His leg pinning yours down, the tip of his finger furiously rubbing your clit, the feel of his breath upon your lips, the tight grip he had on the back of your head pinning your face to his... it was all over.

"LEGOLAS!!" you screamed as your body began convulsing under him.

The violent throbs which were ripping through you had you hearing your own rapid heartbeat in your ears and your eyes tightly shut as wave after wave of orgasm washed over you.

As your rode out the waves of your first ever orgasm, not fully believing that you had not left the realm of the living, you felt Legolas place sweet, gentle kisses on your forehead. He removed his hand from your centre to rest on your stomach, his eyes looking into yours as the world came back into focus. Seeing your mind return to the present, your saw the proud prince beaming down at you, "Hi" he smirked and chuckled. A wider smile appeared on your face as you giggled in response, "H.. Hi." You released his arm and brought your hand up to rest on your forehead, breathing deeply as if you were filling your lungs for the very first time.

Legolas was still watching you, content with the knowledge that you had just enjoyed yourself. "Are you ok?" he asked already knowing the answer. The question was a loaded one for you and you tried to unscramble your thoughts about what had just occurred.

"I feel light, like my very soul is flying. I've never experienced anything like it before. My body is in the most relaxed state it’s ever been yet mere moments ago my heart was beating as though I were fighting in a great battle." You swallowed, remembering how your body just exploded and yet you remained intact. Legolas was smiling at you still as you described your orgasm to him, caressing your cheek as you spoke. He was in awe that he was able to make you feel all those sensations with nothing but a single finger.

He wondered how your body would react to something much larger and wider. The very thought made his pupils dilate and his facial expression changed. You looked up at him and wondered what he was thinking, "Legolas?"

Snapping out of his brief daydream, his eyes refocused on you at the sound of his name. "Apologies, my love. My mind ran away with me."

You shook your head and kissed his cheek, "Where were you, meleth?" you whispered, genuinely curious to know where his thoughts were at.

He gave you a small smirk as he became a bit bolder with his words, "I was imagining how you would feel around me."

At the sound of his words, you felt your body react as you stiffened slightly. When you didn't respond he continued, "Of course, that is if you still wish to try this night? I understand you may be tired from your recent release." You looked up at him as he still lay over you and nudged the side of his nose with your own in a sign of affection, "I am not tired, my love. I want to try if you are still willing."

A small groan travelled up Legolas' throat at the sound of the words he had wished to hear. His erection throbbed in response, and you felt it on the side of your leg through his breaches as his body remained flush against yours. "I am more than willing, meleth. Oh gods, I am willing." His body was ready, but he knew he had still yet to prepare you properly to be able to accept him with as little discomfort as possible. Placing a tender kiss upon your lips you felt Legolas' fingertips begin their second decent down towards your waiting heat.

"Ready for more pleasures, my girl?"

You nodded your head but as before, the prince needed to hear you say it. Staying his hand and shaking his head, he commanded "No, meleth. Words. I need to hear it".

"I'm ready" you breathed out, looking up at him with lidded eyes. This alone almost sent Legolas over the edge.

Moving his body up from the bed, he sat on his knees next to your legs as his fingers began removing the final piece of clothing from your body. The prince was about you look upon you completely naked for the first time and the thought had his heart pounding with anticipation. He swallowed hard as your pink, swollen, glistening folds came into his line of sight. He slowly removed your panties down over your legs before throwing them next to his tunic on the floor.

Looking upon his face, you saw your fiancé becoming drunk on the mere sight of your naked form. Fighting with your mind, you did not move to cover yourself as before with your hands. Instead, you allowed him to bask in the sight of you and what a sight you were. Legolas thought he had died and was looking upon a goddess in the halls of Mandos. "So perfect" you heard him mumble to himself and you couldn't help but notice the look of pure love that washed over his features.

You raised your hands up towards him, encouraging him to come back down to you, "My love, come to me". He didn't need convincing as he gently laid his body back next to yours and you felt the familiar bulge of his erection nudge your leg by accident. The brief contact had caused a small whimper escaped Legolas' throat. You kissed the tip of his nose before nudging it slightly with your own, trying to get his attention.

When Legolas opened his eyes and saw you watching him, you found your voice again, "Legolas, may I see you?".

The meaning of the question, you felt, was an obvious one but it was lost on the prince. Cupping your cheek with his hand, he answered, "Do you not see me, meleth? I am here, completely yours." With a slight shake of your head, you corrected him, "No, my love." Your eyes travelled down and landed on the hardened member that was screaming to be released from its confines before moving back up to look into his gaze.

"I desire to see all of you."

Finally catching your meaning, Legolas' eyes widened. He did not expect you to be so bold this night as his focus was completely on you and your needs. Recovering quickly from the momentary shock of your request, the prince nodded and moved onto his back, taking you with him so you were now leaning over him. With the back of his hand he caressed your cheek, "As you wish, my future wife".

The prince was not as shy as you and allowed you take all the control you wanted without a second thought. Now resting on your elbow, your free hand moved over his chiselled chest, down over his stomach until your fingertips rested on the waistband of his pants. Legolas watched you looking upon the movements of your hand as it travelled over his waiting body. The feel of your gentle fingers tracing the lines of his muscles had the prince's eyes rolling in the back of his head and his body jolted when you ran a finger over one of his nipples. You chuckled sweetly and kissed his cheek as you logged that action in your memory for a future encounter. Hearing the sweet sound of your voice, Legolas opened his eyes and smiled down at you, "It seems you are also finding pleasure points of my own this night, y/n." You smirked in response before moving to sit next to Legolas' hips.

Hooking your fingertips underneath his waistband, it was your turn to lay the prince bare as he had done for you. Legolas never took his eyes of you as he watched your every move, trying to ground himself to the present and remind himself this was actually happening. With great care, you began moving both his breaches and undergarments down over his hips. Like you did earlier, he brought his hips up slightly to assist in the removal of the clothing which made the process a little easier.

You didn't realise the front of the waistband became caught on the tip of his erection and Legolas' hand flew down to help remove himself from the confines, pulling the waistband up and down his length. "Sorry, my love." you whispered, a little embarrassed that you caused him a moment of discomfort. Legolas quickly shook his head, "No, my beloved. It is well. Please, continue"

Taking a deep breath, you began removing the two pieces of clothing together until you threw them on the floor with the rest of your garments. Looking down at Legolas' hardened member as it sprung up, laying across his lower stomach, your mouth became dry with apprehension as your eyes widened with anxiety. How on earth were you going to be able to take him within you? Panic began to set in your mind and this was not lost on the prince who quickly sat up, cupping your face with both of his hands.

Both of you sat there completely bared to the other when his voice just above a whisper but filled with concern reached your heart, "Hey. Y/N, look at me." Peeling your eyes away from his girthy erection, you met his intense gaze before he continued, "You are safe, my love. I will do all I can to prepare you properly and you do not have to take the whole of me should it be too unpleasant. I will go as slow as you need, remember that."

Kissing your face to help your growing anxieties, Legolas brought your body onto his with his strong embrace, trying to calm your mind which he saw was on overdrive. He spoke sweet reassurances in your ear, "You are so loved, my girl. I would never hurt you if I can avoid it." Bringing his forehead to rest upon yours, Legolas almost pleaded with you, hoping you had not withdrawn from him completely, "Will you allow my hands upon you once more to ensure your comfort?" Taking in his words and the feel of his soft touches upon your body, you lightly nodded your head trying to hide any sense of hesitation. You knew in your heart you wanted to join your body with Legolas' this night and were willing to try to push through the thoughts of pain to make it happen.

Softly placing his hands upon you, one on your shoulder the other on your waist, the prince gently laid you back down onto the mattress without breaking eye contact. He laid his torso over you, careful not to apply any of his weight down onto your body and potentially scaring you after your moment of panic. He looked down the length of your body, knowing what he needed to do to get you ready. Looking back up at you, resting on his elbow and bringing his hand up to stroke your head, his free hand began moving down towards your core as before.

"My y/n, you are so beautiful." Legolas uttered before placing a kiss on your forehead. "I'm going to touch you now and it will be a little different to before. You will stop me if you have any doubts, right?"

Knowing by now that Legolas needed words to these types of questions, you replied, "I will."

Bringing his lips to lay a tender kiss on your own, your felt the familiar fingertips begin to slowly move through your folds as before. You gasped from the contact and your legs moved to clamp down on his hand as a natural reaction.

"No, my love." Legolas began, "Open yourself up to me. If I am to properly prepare you, I need you to resist closing yourself off."

You felt his slightly wet-slicked hand rub the length of one of your thighs tenderly as he spoke, trying to relax you. You noted your knees beginning to part as he moved the tips of his fingers down the inside of your thigh, "That's it, meleth. Stay like that for me." he requested as he returned two of his fingers within the embrace your slickened lips.

The gasp that escaped your mouth reached Legolas' ears as he brought his eyes upon your face again. Sensing you weren't in any type of discomfort he continued his actions, getting his index and middle fingers as wet as possible with your natural lubricant. Confident that he had gathered enough to not cause you much, if any, unpleasantness, his fingers moved down further until they reached your entrance.

Your eyes shot open as you felt the tip of one of his fingers begin to push into your core. Legolas stopped the movement and kissed your face softly and tenderly, trying to reassure you without words. Listening to the sound of your breathing, you did not sound panicked but anxious and he was right. You were anxious about what you were about to feel.

"You're safe and you're loved." Legolas whispered into your ear as he slowly began pushing his middle finger into your depths, stopping at the second knuckle.

The sensation of being penetrated for the first time had your eyes rolling in the back of your head and your back slightly arching off the bed. One of your hands fisted the bedsheet while the other shot up to hold the top of the pillow your head rested on. The sound that left your mouth made the prince's heart skip a beat as his urge to devour you right at that moment plagued his mind. He quickly pushed the thought from his head.

As you made no attempt to stay his hand, Legolas began pushing his finger further inside of you until the entire length was enveloped within your walls. He began sliding his finger in and out slightly, mimicking what was to come with his throbbing member. Your panting increased as he moved, and your knuckles began turning white from the strength of your fisted hands. Legolas withdrew and re-entered your core with his long digit with a bit more speed now, causing small whimpering moans to escape your throat.

He continued this motion for a few more minutes, making sure you were completely comfortable with the feeling before adding a second finger. As you felt him begin to stretch you with the addition of the second digit, you brought your arms around him and clung onto him for support, forcing your legs to stay apart for him. You let out a small cry of shock and satisfaction as you began to gain an understanding of what it was to feel full. Legolas pushed the entire length of both his fingers within your core and began the same motion as before, this time working on stretching you as much as he could.

You felt so unbelievably tight around his fingers and this realisation went straight to his member. Feeling the tightness of you, the prince was now mildly concerned how you would begin to take him, but he did not show his worry. Instead, he decided it would be within your best interests should he trying to add a third finger. Withdrawing the two he had been working with, the brief loss of contact had you feeling disappointed as you calmed your breathing down only to let out a powerful cry as you felt three fingers enter you. Your grasp on the prince's neck and shoulders intensified as he stretched you further and began the same movement, in and out repeatedly.

"Legolas!" you cried into his ear, but he did not stop as he did not hear any tone of pain, only pleasure.

Speeding up slightly when he heard your panting increase and felt your fingernails digging into his flesh, you began moaning with each push of his hand. Then he felt it, your walls beginning to contract around his fingers and your moans becoming louder. He was bringing you to another orgasm and he was not about to stop. Instead the desperate prince increased the speed of his ministrations until the sound of his fingers drenched with your natural slick started filling the room along with your moans and cries.

"Le... Legolas... Oh Gods!" You panted, clinging onto the prince. "I’m... going to... going... to.... LEGOLAS!!!" you cried as your second climax surged through your entire body. The intensity of this one was so much more powerful than your first, you didn't know how you were ever going to catch your breath.

Desperately clinging onto Legolas out of fear of falling through the earth, your walls continued pulsing around his fingers which he had yet to withdraw. Instead, he remained where he was, keeping his hand buried within your warmth as he held you close with his other hand. Feeling you throb around his digits, the prince swallowed hard as he imagined how you would feel convulsing around his shaft.

Thinking upon this, he decided he had prepared you as much as he could. His patience to feel some pleasure himself was beginning falter as you already felt so warm and tight around his fingers. This was beginning to border on the edge of torture for him. Feeling your body calming down, Legolas slowly withdrew his fingers and brought his lips down onto yours for a deep, sensual kiss. You brought your hands up to the back of his head to deepen it as you were riding your natural high of your second orgasm.

Without breaking the kiss, Legolas brought his body up and laid it on top of yours, settling his pelvis between your open legs and resting his throbbing erection against the heat of your mound. This alone was enough to make his eyes roll back slightly as he began gently bucking against you, trying to coat himself with as much of your natural lubricant as possible.

Your heart was racing out of your chest as you were reminding yourself to breath and remain as calm as possible. Opening his eyes to look upon you, Legolas brought himself down to rest on his elbows on either side of your body while staring into your e/c eyes. He stared at you for what seemed like an eternity, searching for any sign of hesitation or change of mind. His gorgeous blue eyes were filled with desire but also love and a hint of concern.

"Y/N, my y/n. My beautiful, perfect girl." he swallowed hard, "Are you ready?" has asked, stroking your cheeks with the backs of his hands.

With all the determination you could find within your heart, your voice trembled slightly with nerves as you gave your final consent, "I'm yours".

Groaning from your response, Legolas kissed you deeply to give you something else to think upon. He slowly withdrew his hips away from you, allowing his hardened member to fall naturally and line himself up with your entrance. He lightly began to move his hips forward, his swollen head searching for the entrance to your core as he delicately prodded around your heat. Hitting a sweet spot causing you to gasp, he knew he had found what he had been aching for and deepened the kiss, keeping your mind off his movements below. Slowly, Legolas began to push against your entrance, finding the resistance a bit more difficult than he had anticipated even with his efforts to prepare you.

Without breaking the kiss, he brought one his hands down between your bodies and took himself within his grasp to steady his member. Once more, he pushed forward and the added support was all he needed for the tip of his length to penetrate your tight opening. He groaned into the kiss as he felt your walls give way to the head of his shaft. You matched his sounds with a trembling whimper of your own as you felt a slight burning sensation where Legolas had joined himself with you.

Staying his hips and breaking the kiss, Legolas brought his head up to watch you attentively. This was the moment he was most cautious of as were you. Lovingly, he brought his hands back up to your face to stroke your cheeks as he planted the most tender kisses over your features.

"My love, I'm going to push a little further now, ok?"

With a shaky voice, you answered, "Ok"

"Hold onto me, meleth. I won’t let you go." Legolas said as he felt the grips of your hands on his arms tighten with anticipation.

"Breathe, y/n. Remember to breathe" he gently reminded you as you felt your lover push his hips forward a bit more, your walls stretching painfully to accommodate the intrusion.

Scrunching your eyes closed and sucking in a breath, you tried fighting against the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes. You did not want your future husband to worry but you had little control over them, and they began to stream down the sides of your face. With his eyes widening at the sight before him, Legolas stopped all movement of his hips and kissed away your tears.

"Meleth, I'm so sorry. Stay with me." The sight of you in pain at his touch was torture for the prince but he knew this was necessary. It would be a once off moment of pain and then you both would have an eternity of pleasure filled moments. Watching you, the concerned prince selflessly offered you a second chance to change your mind.

"Y/N, open your eyes. Look at me, my love. Please."

Slowly, your eyes began to open and what you saw levelled you. Your beloved fiance looking down upon you, love radiating from his face as part of his length was settled within your walls.

"There's my girl" Legolas began as your gaze met his, "Sweetheart, we can stop if you need. We do not have to continue this night."

As tempting as the offer was, like Legolas, you were also aware that if you managed to push through the temporary discomfort now then you would have the rest of your life to share your body with your lover and enjoy all its pleasures.

Taking a moment to consider his offer, you shook your head and spoke softly, trying to ignore the slight burning feeling from being stretched.

"I... want to keep going." was all you could manage.

Legolas listened to not only your words but your tone, trying to detect any hint of reluctance or regret. He heard your whimpering voice, and it broke his heart.

"Are you certain? I do not wish to cause you pain, meleth".

Looking up at him, you gave a weak smile, "I do not think you have a choice in the matter, my love. But I know it is not your intention and that it will not last the night. I will suffer the brief moment of discomfort for you... for us. Our future." Your carefully chosen words struck a chord within his heart and the prince felt a pang of pure, unfiltered emotion soar through him.

The fact that you were choosing to endure this uncomfortable moment to enjoy future pleasures with him made him fall in love with you all over again. You truly loved him, and he felt it in his very soul. Leaning down to kiss you, he brought his face back up as he said, "I love you so much, y/n. I'm going to continue once more, ok?"

The warning of the impending pain made you stiffen apprehensively a little and your walls that surrounded the little amount of his length which rested inside you contracted around him. Legolas groaned as his head dipped into your neck from the feel of your tightening walls as he used every single bit of his strength and willpower to not drive himself completely into you... yet.

Unsure of what caused this reaction, you were worried you had somehow hurt him and brought his face up with your hands to study his features, looking him over to try and understand what just happened. "Legolas? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

Your concern went straight to his heart, and he gave you a cheeky smile mixed with a slight chuckle.

"No, my love. You did not hurt me. When you... how shall I say it... squeeze your muscles, well... it drives me crazy."

Trying to understand his meaning and what he had felt, you wanted to confirm your thoughts, "So, it was a good feeling of sorts?"

How perfectly innocent you were with your question and concern, Legolas couldn't help the smile on his face from growing wider, "Yes, my girl. It was a great feeling. But do not worry about that right now for we will have the rest of our lives to learn of each other's pleasures. Right now, my focus is solely on you."

Adjusting his position on his elbows, he placed his hands on your shoulders and his forehead against yours as he whispered, "Ready?".

The brief moment of conversation distracted you enough from the dull ache and you nodded your head, "Yes" you breathed out. Legolas once again was slowly pushing his hips further towards yours, sliding his length within you as far as your body would allow. Your walls continued adjusting to his girth and you cried out from the sensation, feeling both full and uncomfortable at the same time. You fought with your mind which was screaming at you to stop but you pushed it aside, not wanting to ruin the moment.

The prince had once again stopped his movements, giving you time to adjust to the stretch. Your heartbeat was vibrating through your chest and into his own as he felt each powerful thump. Watching you, Legolas noticed that you were holding your breath.

"Y/n? Take a breath, my darling."

Bringing you back to the present, you took a deep breath and found your strength to continue.

"Keep going, Legolas." you instructed.

He didn't need to be told twice but instead of giving you the rest of him, he gently moved the length that was within you in and out, getting you accustomed to the private dance of love making. Your walls clenched around him from the stimulation of his girth. The sounds that you made accompanied with the tightness of you, the prince was slowly losing himself as his moans mixed in the air with yours. Continuing this subtle motion for a few minutes, he felt your juices beginning to flow over him, telling him you were ready for the final push.

"Hold onto me, y/n" Legolas commanded, and you did so without question. Placing one of your hands on his shoulder and the other arm around his neck, you saw something within the prince that told you this was it.

He was about to give you the whole of him.

You braced yourself as much as you could against his body as you felt one of the prince's large hands move down to grab your hip, gently encouraging you to raise your leg slightly. With one powerful thrust, Legolas bottomed out inside you, his head shooting upwards as he let out a deep, guttural, close-lipped groan and his eyes squeezed shut.

The sheer tightness of your heated channel had made the final thrust a little uncomfortable for the prince, but it was a sensation he would welcome again and again. Feeling the whole of him take you completely caused your back to practically launch off the bed, but you were held down by the weight of the prince. Your head shot up as well, the back of it digging into the pillow it lay upon as a strained cry left your lips and your nails dug into the soft flesh of the prince.

His head fell against yours and rested there as you both trembled against the other. Legolas took the small moment to look down between your bodies, seeing himself completely sheathed within your warmth was an image he wanted burned into his mind. Swallowing hard while still gasping for air, Legolas kissed the tip of your nose to bring your attention back to him. You locked your eyes onto his, your brows slightly furrowed from the discomfort.

"Are... are you... alright, my love?" the prince asked through deep breaths.

"I... think so." you responded as your panting evened out.

"Do you wish for more?"

You heard the question, and your walls contracted around him in anticipation now which caused another grunt from the shaking prince. He did not need to hear your response as your body answered for you, but you spoke regardless, "Yes, my love. Please. I want all of you"

That was it. Legolas' last bit of control was destroyed with your words.

Rising his torso up so he was resting on his hands, he slowly withdrew his member halfway from your core before proceeding to gently push it back in, feeling your walls move along his muscle, trying to pull him back inside to keep him in place. The pain was diminishing and was quickly being replaced with overwhelming pleasure. You had done it. You had moved past the point of fear and discomfort and now all you felt were ripples of intense bliss and desire with each gentle thrust Legolas provided.

Watching you as he cautiously moved his hips in that soft, steady rhythm, the prince noticed your features move from discomfort to pleasure and his heart stopped with love, pride and need. The worst was over. All that remained was euphoria and he was going to give it to you. Confident you were now at a place where you could enjoy yourself, Legolas brought himself out of you almost completely, only leaving the tip, before driving his length all the way back inside. Your nails dug further into his flesh as you moaned with each thrust. You instinctively raised your knees, so they were resting on either side of his hips which only provided the prince with a better angle to thrust deeper, his tip hitting your cervix and had you crying out his name.

"Legolas! This... this feels.... OH GODS!! Please never stop!" you began shouting as your hips started moving to meet his thrusts.

At the sound of your cries and feel of your own movements, Legolas began to speed up his ministrations without completely pounding into you yet.

"Y/N, you feel incredible around me, my love." he moaned.

He had to fight to keep his eyes shut out of fear of finishing too early should he look upon your writhing body beneath him. The feel of your heat enveloping him was one thing, however, looking upon you as he drove himself harder into your body was going to utterly wreck him. Especially with the way your eyes were now rolling into the back of your head as he reached new depths within you.

Your walls began to convulse again for the third time this night and Legolas knew you were close from this sensation married with the sound of your rapid panting. Bringing a hand under your knee, he hoisted your leg up and over his buttocks, locking it in place as the power of his thrusts increased yet again. You were a mess. Half moaning, half screaming and not being able to form words, the sounds that left your mouth were filled with desire and passion. You moved your hands so one was grabbing onto one of Legolas' arms and the other brought his face down by his neck, so his head was resting on yours as his hips drove into you again, and again, and again. Practically forcing the air from your lungs with each push.

"Legolas..." you panted, "I'm... my body is... going to..." was all you managed to say as a particularly powerful thrust stopped all words from forming in your mind and you cried out, grabbing onto the prince for dear life.

"I know," Legolas said, not slowing down or easing up the intensity of his movements, "I can feel your pleasure building around me."

He finished speaking with another powerful thrust that made the bedhead lightly bang against the wall of your chambers. The prince's hand which continued holding your leg to his body tightened its grip as his own orgasm was mounting. His panting had increased, and he opened his eyes to look at you, feeling your imminent release as your muscles began to squeeze around him. You were completely lost in the feel of him inside you and the sight of your body moving with the strong rhythm of his hips and the sound of your moans and cries, he didn't know how much longer he was going to last.

With each push, your muscles contracted around him, pulling him further into you and your breathing had increased to a pace that was bordering on hyperventilating. Legolas' strength was beginning to fail as he fell onto his free arm, trapping your body with the weight of his own as his other hand kept your leg in place. Burying his head in the crook of your neck, Legolas was pounding into you, smashing his pelvis against your overstimulated clit over and over again.

"LEGOLAS! DON'T STOP!!" you yelled as you felt the first gentle ripple of your next orgasm spasm through your core.

The intensity of this ripple was felt by the prince and his member began throbbing in response. Legolas was grunting with each throb and yelled out your name against your shoulder.

"Y/N! I'm close... I'm there, my love!"

Your grip on his arm and neck was relentless as you attempted to spread your legs wider for him, feeling him swell within you.

"OH GODS, LEGOLAS! PLEASE!!" you begged as you brought your mouth to his shoulder to help muffle your now screams.

The prince cried out in your ear as his powerful and shallow thrusts continued, driving your body towards its third release.

"Fall with me, y/n. Let go... NOW!!" Legolas commanded he violently drove himself up to the hilt within you once more as he swelled, releasing his essence into your vibrating body.

The scream that ripped through your throat as you shuddered around him, pulling all you could from his throbbing member and feeling his warm fluid fill you up, you were certain that every ellon and elleth within the realm had heard your throws of passion, but you cared not. Not in this moment.

You both lay there as the prince worked through each powerful stream of pleasure that escaped him, emptying himself completely inside of you. The almost feral grunts and moans that were still traveling up his throat and into your ear only spurred on the length of your own orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. After a few moments of laying still, not wanting to break the contact yet, Legolas released his death like grip on the back of your thigh and gently placed it back onto the bed.

Bringing his hand up to caress your shoulder, neck and face with his fingertips, the prince's eyes were filled with love as a satisfied grin erupted on his face. He brought his sweaty forehead down to rest on yours which was equally drenched as he gently moaned through the last waves of his own orgasm. You brought your arms around his torso as you tried to look upon his face.

"I love you, Legolas" was all you could think of saying in that moment.

What else was there to say? Your body had said it all for you.

Staring into your eyes, Legolas returned your affection as he gently began running the fingers of one of his hands through your hair, "As I love you, my y/n. You did so well."

Smiling up at him, you wanted to share your thoughts of what had just transpired between you both, "The feel of you within me, Legolas... it was the most extraordinary feeling in the world. I can't believe something which feels so perfect is now within reach whenever we desire it. How are we going to stop?"

The love was pouring from you and the prince felt it pulsing within his very soul, "We are one now, meleth. We can enjoy each other as many times as we desire for as long as we desire."

The idea of Legolas' body being conveniently within your reach at any point had your own body reacting as though it did not just have three powerful orgasms rip through it. Your walls clenched with excitement around the spent prince who remained sheathed within you which elicited an overstimulated groan from him as his head fell back against your shoulder.

"You're going to be the death of me, my love." he shuddered before removing himself from the vice-like grip of your core.

Your body trembled with the loss, and you felt utterly empty without him. Sensing your slight disappointment, the prince chuckled before rolling onto his back and bringing your shoulders within his embrace to rest your head against his chest.

"What have I awoken in you this night, meleth? You're insatiable"

Giggling, you looked up at him and softly placed a hand on his chest, "Is that a bad thing?"

Smiling down at you and tightening his hold, Legolas kissed the top of your head and closed his eyes in contentment, "Not at all. I only hope I can keep up with you."

A small chuckle resonated through your chest at his words, and you closed your eyes, being lulled to sleep by the sound of his calming heart. You were complete. You were loved.

Legolas heard your breathing even out as you fell into a deep sleep within his arms. Kissing your forehead gently, the prince whispered, "My girl, my future wife. I will love you forever." before drifting off into his own blissed out slumber.

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tomssexdoll · 10 months ago

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When I was your man

PAIRINGS: Tom 2009 x Female reader CONTENT: ANGST + FLUFF + SMUT SYPNOSIS: Tom and Y/N broke up, after 2 years of dating she finally had enough of his shitty behaviour. Tom starts to see her everywhere and deeply regrets his actions, crying for you every night. One night he sees you at a bar, dancing with another man and he approaches you. A/N: inspired by when I was your man by bruno mars WARNINGS: dom! tom, sub!reader, eating out, alcohol mentions, fingering

Me and Y/N broke up a month ago, she couldn't deal with my shitty behaviour she said, complaining about how I treat her. When I refused to apologise she took her things and left, texting me later that we were over.

As soon as I saw her say that I burst into tears, realizing my shitty actions towards her.

I went to bed that night but it didn't feel right. It was the same bed but it felt just a little bit bigger, more empty without her, cold and lonely.

I hear our song on the radio but it doesn't sound the same. The song we had our first kiss to, lost our virginities to, countless of memories wasted all because of me.

When my friends talk about her all it does is just tear me down, cause my heart breaks a little when I hear her name.

I've been super depressed after the breakup, not being able to sleep properly and not eating. All I wanted was her, to hold her, caress her soft skin, kiss and appreciate her. But she was gone, and I didn't know how long it'd be until I could have her in my arms again.

My pride, my ego, my needs and my selfish ways, caused a good strong woman like her to walk out of my life, and it haunts me everytime I close my eyes.

I couldn't just set my selfishness down for a second, I was a fucking idiot, treating the kindest and most beautiful girl like shit, disregarding her feelings, gaslighting her and neglecting her. I looked at twitter, seeing headlines of her with another guy.

I sobbed and sobbed, crying my eyes out, seeing her already moved on. I knew I deserved it but I wanted her back so badly, she was my everything, my baby, my world. I wish I could turn back time and just start all over again, make her feel like the only girl in the world, make her feel special and loved.

One day I decided to go to a bar and drink my sorrows away, running out of all the alcohol in my house that I drowned myself in. I sat down, ordering a couple shots of whiskey, downing them within seconds.

I turned around to see everyone dancing, sweaty bodies pressed up against each other, making me remember the special moments we shared in this bar, tears welled up in my eyes again.

Then suddenly I saw her, Y/N was there, she was so beautiful, so stunning. Her features glowing from the flashing lights, curves showing off in her sexy dress. My baby was dancing like she loved to do, but she was dancing with another man, he smiled at her, holding her close and kissing her gently.

My eyes widened and I stared there in shock, it felt like the world stopped, like everything went silent. She swayed her hips, grinding into him. She looked like she was having so much fun.

I stepped closer, the lights now hitting me. She turned and looked at me, her eyes widening and her movements haltering. We just stared at each other for a while, she eventually rolled her eyes and excused herself, walking off. I ran after her, calling out for her.

Eventually I grabbed onto her arm, looking down at her "baby..please" I choked out a sob, she pushed me off "get off me Tom, I told you we're over.." she mumbled, not being able to look me in the eyes.

I noticed how she quickly wiped a tear from her cheek, I grabbed her chin and lifted it to look at me, "I know im probably much too late, to try and apologise for my mistakes" I sighed "but i just want you to know, I hope he buys you flowers and holds your hand, gives you all his hours, take you to every party cause i remember how much you loved to dance, do all the things i've should've done..when i was your man.."

Tears welled up in her eyes, she hugged me tightly and sobbed into my chest, "oh tom..I missed you so much" I smiled and stroked her hair. "Let's go outside baby..talk about things better, hm?" I mumbled against her hair, she nodded and took my hand, leading my outside and leaving the guy she was with.

We walked to my car and got in, blasting the heating. "He's not with me or anything..i've been hooking up with him for like 2 weeks and I figured paparazzi might have been there to take photos and make you jealous.." she crossed her arms, frowning.

"I deserve it though, I treated you badly baby, you didn't deserve to go through what you did" I held her hand, rubbing my thumb over the skin softly, "maybe you can give me another chance? I swear I'll change baby, it won't be like the other times, I need to prove to you that I can change, I can be a better man for you" I started to cry again, she winced and got onto my lap, wiping my tears away and kissing me softly.

"I'm an idiot for forgiving you again..but fuck you seem so sincere.." she sighed, smiling softly. "I'll do anything for you baby, name it and i'll do it, I just can't lose you" I said, my voice shaky, rough with emotion.

"I haven't been able to function without you, you complete my world" I caressed her cheek. "Let's go home, I'm tired of living out of a shitty hotel" she giggled, climbing into the passanger seat again.

As we got home she rushed in, running onto our shared bed, "fuck..how I missed this bed" she rolled around in it, I smiled and walked in, laying next to her.

"Tom..?" she turned to me, "yes schatz?" I pulled her closer, looking down at her. "Why did you treat me so badly?" her question hit hard, I didn't really know myself. "Uh..I don't know..I was just stupid and I didn't appreciate the wonderful woman I had in front of me, I was a little intimidated, you were way too good for me and I just thought sabotaging everything would make it better, which now I see was fucking stupid" I groaned, rubbing my temples in frustration.

"I'm just glad you eventually saw how it affected me, I missed you a lot I will admit but I was also hurt and I still am" I nodded, "I know baby..and I'm so sorry, I wish I could take back all the pain" I said, reaching out and grabbing her hips, rubbing them softly.

"You know I'd do anything for you, I would take a bullet straight through my brain just to prove my love to you." She chuckled "baby..chill out" I smirked "sorry..I just want you to know how much I love and appreciate you"

She climbed on top of me, tracing my features with her delicate fingers. "There will be no sunlight if I lose you baby, just like the clouds my eyes will do the same, if you walk away everyday it'll rain" I kissed her softly, she smiled "Tom that's beautiful.." she whispered and kissed me back.

I flipped us over, me hovering over her. "Let me give you the love you deserve, make you feel beautiful.." she nodded and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing black lacey bra.

My head dove into her chest, kissing and sucking softly.

She moaned softly, delicate sounds coming out of her beautiful lips. I reached down and removed her skirt. Her beautiful figure underneath me.

My fingers traced her curves softly, appreciating her beauty. "So, so beautiful..my angel" I whispered, kissing down her stomach and planting a soft kiss on her panties, her hips bucking up slightly.

"Tom..don't tease" she whined, I chuckled and slid her panties off, bending her legs and prying her thighs apart, licking a stripe on her folds, collecting her juices.

I slowly lapped my tongue onto her her clit, sucking softly, "mm!" she moaned loudly, gripping onto the sheets tightly. I smirked, happy to see her so pleasured.

I sneaked my hand up, entering 2 digits into her wetness, stretching her out. "Oh fuck!" she groaned as my fingers curled at her g spot, "is it good baby?" I teased, she nodded and screwed her eyes shut, focusing on the pleasure.

My fingers found their rhythm inside her, thrusting in and out. I could feel her release slowly approaching, her breath coming in short gasps. I increased the pressure on her clit, sucking harder as I felt her about to climax.

I could tell I was driving her wild, her head lolled back and her eyes were tightly shut, legs slightly trembling. "Cum for me baby.." I moaned on her clit, slobbering all over it.

I felt her pussy clench against my fingers as she came hard, a loud high pitched moan leaving her mouth. "So good.." I chuckled, licking up all her juices and climbing up to hover over her again.

I grabbed my clothed erection, "do you want it baby?" she nodded quickly, grabbing at my pants and shoving them off. I grinned at her urgency, pulling my cock out of my boxers and pumping it a few times.

"Can't wait to be inside you again.." I groaned, pressing my tip at her entrance, slowly pushing in. It had been a while since we last fucked, her "hookups" obviously not as big as me.

She cried out, holding onto me tightly, "fuck!", I dragged my hand down to her clit, rubbing slow circles to let her relax. I felt her pussy unclench on my cock, finally being able to thrust in better.

I slowly thrusted, gradually picking up my pace so I didn't hurt her.

Eventually my cock was pounding into her, my grip tight on her hips, holding her into place. "Fuck..so tight" I groaned, my head rolling back.

"Mmm! Fuck!" she moaned, feeling my tip hit her g spot, I leaned down and started to suck her nipples softly, earning a loud groan from her. My tongue swirled against her sensitive buds, making her throw her head back.

"Cum for me pretty girl.." I grunted, picking up my pace again and slamming into her, the tension building in my stomach as I felt my release approach, nails digging into her hips.

"Mmh! Oh shit!" she cried out, wrapping her arms around me and holding me close, her pussy clenching around my cock, increasing the amount of pleasure I was recieving.

I felt her body shudder under me, her orgasm washing over her and her juices painting my cock, I groaned and came inside her, shooting my load deep into her and making sure to keep thrusting so it could stay in.

I sighed and collapsed on top of her, cock still buried deep inside her hole. "I missed you so much baby..I swear i'll never ever hurt you again, I was so stupid to treat you that way" I winced "please forgive me and take me back.." she frowned at my pain, kissing me softly.

"I know you're sorry baby, it'll take a while for me to trust you again but we can try one more time, don't blow it" she sighed, I sighed in relief, peppering kisses all over her face and flipping us over so that she was on top of my chest, "get some rest baby" I whispered into her hair.

tags: @itsmealaiah @tomkaulitzloverr @tomscumdump @tomscumdoll @bkaulitzlover @ballhair @estxkios @ge-billsgf @charliesgoodboy

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natimiles · 11 months ago

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Always (Levi x reader)

Summary: Levi was accustomed to solitude, grappling with his fears alone. Not anymore.

Words: 798

Tags: hurt/comfort; Levi looking down at himself; cuddling; a little fluffy; newly dating; no pronouns specified for reader.

Notes: I just wanted to cuddle my sea serpent demon 🥹🤲🏻🤍

His room is always quiet when he’s sleeping, with only the aquarium buzzing in the background. His blue lights are always illuminating the floating jellyfish, giving them a haunting look. His bathtub is always full of blankets, comfortable enough for him and his Ruri pillow. His things are always smelling like the ocean, a scent that soothes and comforts him. And he is always alone there.

However, things are different this morning.

His nostrils catch a scent that isn’t the usual, but somehow does an even better job of keeping him calm. Stirring, he feels something holding him firmly. Frowning, he peeks one eye open and notices it’s definitely not his Ruri pillow he’s clutching. Blinking the sleep away, he looks down and catches sight of you.

He’s lying on his back, holding you while you’re almost on top of him, embracing him tightly. His tail is even wrapped around one of your legs. What the—

Memories suddenly flood his brain.

Oh.

Right.

You slept in his room with him, calming his anxiety and helping him… Again. He sighs, remembering the sorry excuse of a demon he was the night before. He rubs his hand over his face, both ashamed and sleepy, and tries to move.

“You won’t leave me here,” your soft voice rings around the bathtub. So low, but somehow so powerful.

“A-ah!” He jolts, accidentally holding you closer in his surprise. “Y-you’re awake!”

“Good morning,” you chuckle, lifting your head to lean your chin on his chest and look at his flustered face.

“Morning,” he mumbles.

You’re still intently looking at him, and he’s already embarrassed enough. He tries to bring his hand to his face, so he can hide as he always does, but you intercept it and lace your fingers together. He pouts and tries to avert your gaze by looking at his ceiling and the jellyfishes hanging there.

However, you won’t accept it. You shimmy your body up, bringing your face to the same level as his and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. He blushes harder and looks at you from the corner of his eye.

“Don’t hide from me,” you whisper. You bring your hands, still intertwined together, to your lips, placing a soft kiss there too. “You have no reason to hide. And don’t think poorly of yourself.”

Levi wants to disagree. He wants to argue and say he has lots of reasons to hide, that he doesn’t deserve you, that you should go and leave him alone already. You should stop wasting your time with a pathetic demon like him.

But then you use your linked hands to nudge his chin and make him look at you, and everything he’s always thought about himself slowly subsides.

You have such a loving expression on your face.

Your lips wear that beautiful smile he loves, one that reaches your eyes and makes them squint softly. Your cheek is marked from sleep; he can see the line his pajama shirt left on it — but it doesn’t look painful, and he could say you look even more beautiful.

You bring your linked hands to your lips again, and he sees your perfect nails, matching his own, painted in his colors by yourself when you did both his and yours last night in an attempt to distract him from the self-deprecating thoughts.

“I-I’ll try not to…” he mutters under his breath. You give him a look, and he fumbles with his words in the next second. “I-I… w-won’t… I won’t.”

“Good,” you smile. “I won’t let anyone look down on my lovely boyfriend, and that includes you.” You poke his chest teasingly.

“Alright,” he sighs, and he’s sure even his sigh sounds smitten right now.

Leaning down, you kiss his lips softly.

He emits a startled hum, widening his eyes. “W-w-warn me first!”

“I love you, Levi,” you whisper, and he swears he sees hearts in your eyes. “I’m gonna kiss you again.”

“I c-changed my mind, it’s worse when you warn me,” he stumbles on his words.

That makes you laugh heartily, and he doesn’t have much time to stare in awe at you because you’re kissing him again in the next second.

His room was always quiet when he was sleeping, now he has your steady breaths to listen to. His blue lights were always illuminating the floating jellyfishes, now they reflect into your beautiful, bright eyes. His bathtub was always full of blankets, comfortable enough for him and his Ruri pillow, now it has you and your warmth. His things were always smelling like the ocean, now they’re impregnated with your smell, one that works wonders to keep him grounded.

He was always alone there.

He isn’t anymore, and never will be again.

He will always have you now.

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plainclothesdisaster · 2 years ago

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Red Knight - Prologue

DP x DC | Dead on Main

Jason Todd encounters one Danny Fenton in the streets of Gotham and suddenly he's thrown into a world of ghosts and monsters. Will he embrace this life? Or will it just end up with him dead again?

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“Why are you following me?” Jason pressed his arm against the stranger’s throat, pinning him to the alley wall.

Under the sodium glow of the streetlight Jason got his first good look at the guy. Tall, dark hair, maybe his age or a little younger. Not the type he typically saw in the Narrows- he lacked that certain air of despair. The stranger had been following Jason since he’d left his safe house. Maybe the guy thought Jason would be an easy mugging target. Wasn’t he in for a surprise.

The stranger lifted his face and smiled. His blue eyes glowed with a green ethereal light. “How long have you been dead?”

He said it with the casual nonchalance of talking about the weather. Jason tensed, pressing harder on his arm. How the hell did this guy know?

The guy didn’t flinch. He didn’t seem bothered at all. That could only mean one thing.

Jason steadied his breath. “Metas aren’t welcome in Gotham.”

“I’m not a meta. And neither are you. But that doesn’t mean we’re totally human either.”

The stranger tilted his chin up, his smile broadened. Behind his lips he revealed a pair of fangs glinting, taunting.

From nowhere Memories of the pit stirred under Jason’s heart— rage and pain and fear. His pulse raced faster. His arm pressed harder.

As if responding to the pressure the guy’s face softened. “Oh. It’s worse than I thought.” He sounded genuinely concerned. “What the hell happened to you?”

“Shut up!” Somehow the pity stung worse than the taunts.

Jason pulled his fist back to punch the look off the guy’s face, but he didn’t get the chance to. The guy went translucent. He moved through Jason’s arm like a ghost but then suddenly his hands were solid against his chest, pushing with surprising force, sending him stumbling backward to the slimy concrete.

He fell prone and then the stranger was on top of him. Adrenaline flashed through him- too late. His breath clogged in his throat as cold clutch of power hit him. The strangers face twisted in concentration as he put a hand to and then through Jason’s chest.

The fury of the pit raged and roared, nearly as loud as it had when Jason had taken those first screaming breaths back alive. Jason fought, punching and clawing but the guy held form, unshakable. His ears rang and pain sang through his whole body and it felt like he was turning inside out and then—

Quiet.

Quiet, empty relief.

He breathed out. A cool weight sat heavy under his heart where previously there had been a nest of scorpions.

Jason’s mouth fell open. The guy pulled his hand back with a sigh and stood up.

“That should help I think.”

Jason looked down at his chest- unscathed. A thousand questions scrolled through his head. The one that made it out of his lips: “What the fuck?”

The guy shrugged as he stepped back. “Gotta look out for you. You’re one of mine.”

One of mine. Those words sent a shiver through Jason. This guy was obviously a dangerous meta. Jason had been embarrassingly helpless to stop him doing whatever it was he just did. Time for some answers.

Jason rolled up to a fighting crouch and pulled a handgun from his belt. He leveled its comforting weight at the not-meta meta. “I don’t belong to anybody.”

The stranger’s smile came back, and so did his fangs. Jason bit his tongue.

The guy pulled a scrap of paper out of his pocket and scrawled for a moment, completely nonplussed by the gun pointed at him. “Call me if it gets bad again?”

Jason didn’t move. He gripped the gun tighter. “Who are you?”

Still that smile. “I’m Danny.”

And then he vanished. Not a Batman fade-into-the-shadows type of vanish. One second he was there and the next- nothing but air. The paper he’d written on fluttered down to the ground in the place where he’d stood.

Jason lowered the gun. He got up to walk away, ready to chalk up the whole experience to some meta bullshit he didn’t want to think about again.

But a new weight sat heavy in his chest. The quiet lingered in his head. Whatever that guy did, it made him feel more calm, more in control of himself than he had in a long time. Halfway through that thought the wind picked up and threatened to blow the paper away. Jason’s stomach dropped as he scrambled to catch it. He closed his fist around it just as it reached the street.

He uncrumpled it between his fingers. A phone number, nothing else. On the other side— a receipt for bat burger. What the fuck.

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mediumgayitalian · 1 year ago

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“Nico,” Will said, softly.

Nico hummed.

“Nico,” he said again. His voice was no more urgent, but instead almost breathy, half a sigh. The weight of Will’s head in his lap grew heavier. He set down the block of wood he was carving, sliding both hands into golden hair, instead.

“Yes?”

Will’s eyes were half-lidded, lethargic, blinking slowly. He met Nico’s fingers when one hand slid down his neck, his shoulders, to grasp it, squeezing gently.

“Kiss me,” he requested, voice soft as strawberry blossoms.

A light, late-June breeze blew through the valley, rustling the leaves of the tree they say under and carrying Will’s voice away. Nico heard him, anyway, watched the curve of his lips and the shape of his teeth as he murmured the words, eyes dusk-blue and dark and meeting his, head-on.

Hands shaking, Nico rested them gently on the sides of Will’s face, palms on his cheeks, thumbs stroking the soft line of his jaw.

Slowly, he bent down, pausing a hair’s breadth away from warm, freckled skin, breath tickling the light, delicate hairs of his eyebrows and making his eyes flutter shut. After two breaths, three, four, shaking in his lungs, he pressed his lips, dry and lingering, to the bridge of his nose, the skin between his eyebrows.

“Like that?”

“Yes,” Will breathed, chest rising slowly as the winter sun. “Again.”

Hardly lifting his mouth enough to make space between them, he followed the contours of Will’s nose, leaning to the left and hovering over the apple of his left cheek, sun-kissed and heated. He pressed his lips there, too, giving him no time to speak before moving to his other cheek and kissing there, just as softly.

This time, his voice was heavier, breathing more laboured.

“Like that?”

The cooing of the mourning doves and distant camper laughter should have drowned out the sound of Will’s breath, but Nico heard it anyway, the sharpness of it, the quickness of it.

“Yes,” he whispered. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Another. Please.”

Nico’s hands were trembling openly, now, and the slightest of shudders wracked his frame — Will’s voice was deep and wrecked, like river rocks. He had never heard it like this, and he had to press his hands closer to Will’s skin — if that was at all possible — to reserve himself.

He moved slowly over the swell of Will’s jaw, brushing his own thumb in the process. He hovered over Will’s mouth, feeling more than hearing his breath hitch, and pressed a long, lingering kiss to the dip just below his bottom lip.

“Like that?” he whispered, voice hoarse.

“Yes,” came Will’s shaky response. One of his hands came to rest on top of Nico’s, overheated palms burning a brand over his knuckles. “One more.”

As slowly as he dared, Nico dragged his mouth along the crest and swell of his lip, lingering at the corner of his mouth and kissing the peak of it, open mouthed, near frozen —

“Please,” Will begged, “Nico, please —”

— and when he finally pressed their lips together, nose brushing his chin, he could have keened in relief; he was bowled over by the intensity of it, by the way Will surged up and tilted his face and gasped into his mouth, as if this was the first time they’d kissed instead of four hundredth. Nico moved the hand not trapped under Will’s for rest on his chest, palm to his heart, feeling it gallop and speed faster with every second they spent pressed close together. Nico was convinced he could taste Will’s devotion on the roof of his mouth, suck the blinding light of him from his molars. He breathed heavily, hardly focused on it, hardly focused on anything except the smell of him and taste of him, the scratch of his nails in his scalp.

“Don’t stop,” Will pleaded between breaths, and Nico thought the Earth Mother could rise again and I would not move.

He said, “Would never,” and pressed closer, and committed every one of Will’s gasps to memory.

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lualuabestningdungie · 1 year ago

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I miss you, I’m sorry… -lee heeseung

Pairing exboyfriend!hee x gn!reader; genre second chance; warnings angst, mentions of injuries and blood, fluff ending; wc 913

A loud knock on your door interrupted your sleep. You looked around and checked the hour; 3 am. Why was someone knocking at this time?

You got up from bed and walked towards the door. Turning the doorknob, you peered through the side of the door. A heavy weight leaning on the door made it go open. You stepped back and you saw him.

Lee Heeseung, sitting on the entrance floor covered in blood.

“Heeseung- what the hell?” You kneeled beside him. “What happened to you?” Your hand cupped his face making him wince in pain shutting his eyes.

“Hey…” he half smiled.

You sighed. “Did you get into a fight?” He opened his eyes, but didn’t turn to look at yours.

“I did.” His head lowered. You could see bruises on his cheeks and a cut lip. The blood on his face was now smeared all over your hands.

“Why…?” You asked looking at him concerned. “What happened?”

“It’s not a big deal.” His voice came out in a raspy tone. “It’s nothing.” His lips trembled as he spoke.

You didn’t believe it by the concerned look on his face. He looked like he was holding back tears. You took his chin in your hand and made him look at you.

“Heeseung… tell me.” He sighed and looked away from your eyes.

“It was the only way you’d talk to me again.” He mumbled. Your hand fell from the grip on his chin. “I just wanted to see you again…”

“You’re crazy.” You were confused. Why would he do that? It's not really a surprise that he got into a fight. He used to get into fights all the time back when you two dated. Everyone told you he was dangerous and that he wasn't good for you.

"It's driving me crazy not to talk to you anymore..." He sighed, leaning his back against the doorframe. "You used to heal me wounds back then, after I got into fights." He chuckled bitterly.

Your heart ached at the memory of it. How he spend nights at your place for you to take care of him. How he asked you to sleep with you so he wouldn't feel alone, and how you started falling slowly for someone who everyone saw as dangerous.

"I can't be the one to heal your wounds anymore, Heeseung," you said, it hurt you as much as it hurt him. "You need to move on. You can't keep coming back."

"You don't mean that." He said, lifting his gaze and turning to face you.

You looked at him surprised by his words. "I do-"

He interrupted. "I know you don't, so stop pretending you don't love me anymore because i know it's a lie." He spoke firmly.

He was right. Love doesn't fade in just a few weeks. You missed him the way you thought you'd never miss anyone. He became a part of you, and when your parents forced you to leave him, you felt like the world was ending.

"Heeseung, it's not that simple," you tried to explain, your voice wavering. "Love doesn't erase the problems we had. We can't go back to the way things were."

"You don't sound like yourself." His words felt like daggers. "You sound like your parents." He sounded disappointed.

"I'm not my parents," you defended, sadness lacing your voice. "But we can't ignore the reality of our situation. Love alone isn't enough to fix everything. We need time and space to heal."

Heeseung's eyes bore into yours, searching for the person he once knew. "The yn I know wouldn't give up so easily. We fought for each other before. Why is it different now?"

"Heeseung, I'm not giving up. I'm trying to protect both of us. Our love doesn't have to be defined by pain and chaos. We deserve something healthier."

The cycle kept repeating itself. You felt like this conversation had already happened in the past. And the urge to ignore everything that happened and go back to him was killing you inside.

"You were the best thing in my life, yn. I don't want anything else because you were good to me. You made me better. Why didn't you see that? Why did your parents have so much power over your decisions?" He made a pause. "I'm going to ask you something, and I want the truth..."

You sighed and nodded.

"Do you still love me?" He asked, his voice was softer now. Before you could reply, he grabbed your chin delicately, making you look at him. And he spoke again. "Look at me, do you still love me?"

A tear roll down your cheek. "I do..."

Before you could react, he leaned forward closing the space between the both of you. His lips were soft on yours, the feeling you missed all this time was finally back. His lips moved slowly against yours, the taste of the blood on his lip made you pull away slowly.

"I love you, yn. I don't think I'll ever stop." He held your hand squeezing it slightly.

"I'm sorry, Hee..." Your eyes filled with tears as you leaned forward resting your head on the crook of his neck. His arms instantly wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him, just like he wanted. "I love you, I never stopped." You whispered against his skin.

"It's alright." He whispered soothingly.

That night, both of your hearts healed together the way they were supposed to.

Lua's note: Hello everyone :) I'm back from my small break. I just entered school again and I already feel so tired :/ i'll try my best to be active. Here's a small hee fic, bc i don't write enough enhypen. I love heeseung. anyway i hope you liked it. please reblog and interact with my posts, it helps a lot. <3

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Rhysand & Cassian & Azriel X OC

Hello, here is the chapter 23 of a fanfiction on the world of Acotar where our three favorite Batboys are the mates of a single woman.

TW for this chapters : Violence, blood, vomit. Be careful to what you read not to put yourself in a bad mood. Take care of yourself. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I hope you'll enjoyed the chapters ! Don't hesitate to tell me what you think about it, please ! Also, I am apologizing again for the late.

I have exams coming so I think I will not be able to post more than once a week but I will try my best ! The next chapter or chapters will be out on Friday, January 10 !

! Don't forget to read the previous chapters ! : Here

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Chapter 23

After what seemed like long minutes, Luxiana was finally regaining sensation and control over her senses. "That was incredible," she managed to articulate in a tired voice even inside her skull.

The smiles of the three Illyrians reappeared as they cast tender glances at her. "I want to do it again," she added suddenly with a cute pout. The dark-haired Illyrians lost their smile. Azriel grunted through clenched teeth. He thought she was perfect. Cassian looked up at the ceilling, trying to keep his excitement from exploding. But Rhysand didn't even try to stop what he felt, way too much aroused by what just happened with their mate. He got to his feet, dragging Luxiana with him.

He wanted to wear her, but he couldn't. Not here, not in front of these Fae. If they suspected that he liked Luxiana, they might come after her, and she was only a fragile human. He didn't want to take that risk. He placed her gently on her feet. "Can you walk?" he asked her worriedly.

Luxiana nodded with a gentle smile.

"Great," added Cassian with a seductive air but rapid breathing, "because we're going to have to run to a room so we can make you something a little more... better."

Azriel grabbed Luxiana by the hand to pull her towards the door, and Rhysand and Cassian followed. "We have to leave," Rhys simply justified to the Fae present and to Mor's father.

Keir, feeling unrespected, wasted no time in replying with a grimace of disgust aimed at Rhys. "I didn't expect anything else anyway, you seemed to have a pronounced taste for fucking instead of taking care of your court like the whore you are."

The four of them froze a few steps in front of Mor's father.

Azriel and Cassian were boiling with anger. How dare that filthy rat talk about their brother like that after he had sacrificed himself to save his court. Cassian took a threatening step towards Keir, ready to fight, but Rhysand raised his hand to stop him.

The high lord, though electrocuted t by a mixture of anger, guilt and bad memories tried to keep a cool head. "Let's calm down, it's nothing. It doesn't matter, we mustn't let them understand that it does," he thought to calm them.

Cassian didn't move any further, although he was dying to. Rhysand gave Keir a dark look of warning. "That's because this court isn't worth it. But don't forget who you're talking to Keir, next time you open your mouth without permission, I'll shut it."

Keir gritted his teeth but nodded in resignation before lowering his head.

Rhysand moved to get around him, but Luxiana grabbed him by the arm to stop him. Rhysand turned to face her. Her eyes were wide and her brows furrowed, but a burning rage smoked inside her pupils with such violence that the three Illyrians recoiled at the sight. "Aren't you going to do anything? Are you going to let him talk to you like that?" she asked, almost shouting into Rhys's head.

Rhysant was at first pleased for a second that she felt such anger for him before pulling himself together and replying. "It doesn't matter."

Luxiana released him, dropping her arm limply to her side and lifting her chin. "It does to me." Rhysand widened his eyes but had no time to say anything as Luxiana added, "I guess I'll have to do something myself then."

Without anyone being able to do anything about it, and with lightning speed, Luxiana grabbed Truth Teller out of his scabbard on Azriel's thigh. Then, in the blink of an eye, she stood in front of Keir to thrust her hand into his mouth, grab his tongue, pull it out and slice it at the base with a sharp, precise stab.

Mor's father - who had barely had time to take a step backwards and raise his hands to stop Luxiana - widened his eyes, screaming his head off in pain as he fell to his knees on the floor.

The three Illyrians hiccupped in surprise as they reflexively took a step forward towards Luxiana to protect her, but stopped mid-stride, opening their mouths and eyes wide. They were paralyzed with shock as their pupils focused on their mate, who held Keir's tongue at the top of her fingertips.

A general exclamation of surprise went up in the assembly of Fae, most of whom were clapping their hands over their mouths in fright.

What Luxiana thought was Mor's mother ran closer, shouting Keir's name. Luxiana raised the knife towards her, giving her a cold, creepy look that immobilized the fae from head to toe. "Come any closer and I'll cut your tongue out next."

Mor's mother cast a horrified glance at Rhysand. "Are you going to let her do this?

Rhysand didn't even calculate her, far too surprised by his soulmate's cold, psychopathic expression. He'd never seen her like this and he hadn't even considered for a second that she could do this. Their sweet Luxiana. He blinked several times to compose himself, but the blonde moved.

She tilted her head with a smile, making her look even crazier. "Who do you think gave me the order to do this? I'm only the executor of your lord's orders. So the next time, chew your words before you disrespect Rhysand." Another hiccup of surprise echoed through the room.

The three Illyrians, if that was possible, widened their eyes even more. She'd just said Rhys was controlling her. She was doing all this to save his honor. They couldn't believe it. They couldn't even think straight.

Luxiana laughed wildly. "By the way," she leaned forward towards Keir to run her index and middle fingers under his chin in an attempt to raise his head. The fae glared darkly at her first, then became white as he saw the cold pupils filled with power of the blonde. "You didn't chew your words enough before you spoke..." She brought the tip of Keir's tongue up to his nose. "You must fix that, right ?" She let go of his chin to stand up and vulgarly throw her tongue tip in front of him. "Chew!" she ordered curtly.

"What?" shouted Mor's mother as she took a step forward, but an umpteenth cold look from Luxiana dissuaded her from continuing.

Luxiana returned her eyes to Keir to look at him. "I said chew you fucking tongue and don't make me repeat myself."

A gleam of rage exploded in the fae's eyes. He deployed his power to shatter that pitiful human's neck, but he couldn't do it. His power wasn't working. His power was completely stuck, as if completely asleep. He glanced at his lord. Had he blocked his powers? Yet Rhysand didn't even look at him, just stared at the blonde strangely. Keir wanted to destroy this human. He jumped to his feet, screaming strangely, to throw himself, hand first, at her and snap her neck with his own fingers.

Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel managed to take their eyes off their mate to put them on Keir and when they saw him rise to his feet and lunge at Luxiana, they gasped. The three of them were about to intervene, but before they'd even had time to move a muscle, their Luxiana grabbed one of Keir's wrists, went underneath and went behind him. She gave a swift, sharp kick to his bent knee, forcing him to fall to the ground. Using her grip on his wrist, she pulled him backwards, catched him by the shoulder to deliver a shin kick to his arm, which snapped in two with a horrible sound. Two pieces of bone ended up going out from the skin of the fae's arm, which had taken on an odd angle.

The three Illyrians recoiled in disbelief. What she had just done was a professional fighting technique.

Keir screamed, but Luxiana wasn't done yet -without letting go of his wrist- she grabbed the piece of tongue on the floor and swung it into the mouth of the fae, who cried out in pain with his eyes closed.

Feeling his own tongue in his mouth, the fae widened his eyes and wanted to spit it out, but Luxiana pressed her palm against his jaw to close it savagely and snap his teeth. She locked his lips with her hand while keeping his jaws closed with her index finger and thumb under his chin.

When Keir tried to move and struggle, Luxiana's grip on his wrist twisted his arm a little more, awakening the pain of his broken bone. "Keep moving and I'll break the other arm."

The fae stood still, trembling with fear. Luxiana smiled creepily. "Good, now, chew!" Her voice was cold and filled with disgust and hatred.

The three Illyrians didn't recognize her.

Azriel was so shocked that he didn't know what to do or how to react. Had she really just done that? Was she really doing this?

Rhysand’s heart was pounding hardly in his chest. The way she talks coldly. The way she seemed so powerful and confident. She was incredibly hot.

Cassian took a step to the side to get a better look at his soulmate's face -on which Keir's red cell had splattered- and his blood migrated back to his penis. She was incredibly sexy. Her gaze was cold, sure, authoritative. She looked strong and powerful. Cassian's eyes lit up and his heart began to beat with admiration in his chest. No, not admiration, love.

Keir pleaded with his eyes, shaking his head in the negative. This answer did not please Luxiana who straightened up and suddenly kicked his forearm with her foot, breaking the bone there this time. The fae screamed as loud as he could with Luxiana's hand over his mouth. "I said chew,"she repeated.

Keir began to cry, trembling all over as he began to chew his own tongue. He vomited several times into his mouth, but he couldn't let anything out because of the blonde's hand clamped to his lips. "Good boy," she smiled. "Now swallow."

Keir swallowed his tongue with difficulty, his body shaking with the contractions of his stomach. Luxiana couldn't hide her smile at the satisfaction she felt. After waiting for a few seconds for his tongue to fall down entirely into his stomach, she released him.

Keir bent over to puke out all his guts, almost choking on his own vomit.

Luxiana took a step back, detailing him from her height. Then when he finished, she grabbed his hair to lift his head toward her. "You'll never disrespect your lord again, will you?"

He nodded in confirmation, tears rolling down his cheeks. Luxiana released him abruptly before straightening up to spin around and shoot all the other faes present with her pupils. "Does anyone have anything else to say about Rhysand?"

They all shook their heads and took several steps backwards. Then, all at once, Luxiana lost her cold, dark and crazy expression. "Great then," she jumped out of joy, smiling sweetly and innocently. She ran slowly towards Azriel -still motionless- to replace Truth Teller in its scabbard. Then she turned to Rhysand to wrap her arms on one of his and pull him out.

Cassian detailed Keir's bleeding body on the floor, grinning through his teeth. He glanced back at Luixiana, who was leading Rhysand to the door. "Woah," he managed to say in their minds. Then he began to follow her cheerfully.

Azriel followed them, walking robotically, staring into space. What had just happened?

They left the room and after a few minutes of walking, Rhysand blinked to compose himself. Realizing everything, he paralyzed, coming to a standstill in one of the long corridors. "What just happened?" he shouted breathlessly, lowering his pupils to Luxiana.

Luxiana wanted to continue pulling Rhysand but he stopped moving and she could feel the other two stop just behind them, giving her the same shocked look that burned her skin. She closed her eyes fiercely as she let go of Rhysand and gritted her teeth. "I'm not going to apologize, okay?" she shouted a little angrily.

She let go of Rhys to take a few steps forward, turning towards them and positioning herself in front of them. She crossed her arms, glowering at the lord. "You're the high lord of the night court, you can't let someone disrespect you like that!"

Rhysand widened his eyes again but Luxiana continued. "You may consider yourself mature and reasonable and kind enough not to react but not me dammit. I'm the exact opposite of that and there was no way I was going to let anyone talk to you like that, Rhys, not after what you've been through under the mountain!"

The blonde, seeing Rhys's surprised expression, thought it was sadness shining in his pupils. She huffed as she calmed down, feeling suddenly guilty and showing it on her face. She made an adorable pout that made the Illyrians hallucinate. Her face was so childlike and different from the one she'd had a few seconds ago in the throne room.

"I'm sorry," she finally mumbled, lowering her eyes as she juggled from one foot to the other. "It's just that I told you I'd protect you and not let anyone talk bad about you since you saved Feyre under the mountain and now I want to protect you too because I like you and I know I couldn't keep my cool but I was so..."

Something exploded in Rhysand's chest, sending vibrations of joy throughout his being and even warming his eyes. He didn't even let her finish her sentence as he cupped his soulmate's face to raise her head to him. "What did you just say?"

Luxiana accentuated her guilty pout when she saw Rhysand's even brighter eyes. She'd hurt him and she didn't mean to. "I said I was sorry and that..."

Rhysand shook his head to interrupt. "No, you said you liked me!"

Luxiana pursed her lips, drawing out her dimples. She looked away for a second, blushing. "Yes.. Why ?" she admitted, not understanding why he was asking her that. Was he going to make fun of her?

Rhysand let out a delighted laugh in one breath before throwing himself on Luxiana to kiss her full on the lips. Luxiana, not expecting it, hiccuped in surprise as she allowed Rhysand to put his tongue into her mouth. She didn't wait to return his kiss, which tickled her to the core.

Rhysand pulled away from her to stare at her with a big smile and eyes shining with playfulness and confidence. "So you like me." Rhysand wanted to jump for joy.

Luxiana bit her tongue as she backed away from his grip and gave him a jaded look.

Azriel came back to reality, shaking his head, his eyes still wide. "Does it surprise anyone but me that she just cut out Keir's tongue and fed it to him after breaking his arm?" he shouted in total shock.

"No, it surprised me too," Cassian said seriously, crossing his arms and then glaring at Luxiana. "But damn, that was sexy."

Luxiana laughed, lowering her head to hide her cheeks. Why was she blushing so much with them?

Azriel moves around Rhys to stand in front of Luxiana. He caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger to plunge a serious, wary gaze into his soul mate's. "How did you do that? You just made a fae eat his own tongue without batting an eyelid."

Luxiana winced, blushing from head to toe. She felt so small and intimidated by Azriel. "Believe it or not," she began in a voice more high-pitched and uncertain than usual, "but, this isn't my first cut tongue and broken arm."

Azriel frowned, prompting him to elaborate. "Well, I worked in a bar. There were bound to be people with inappropriate behavior that I had to correct." She shrugged as if this were normal.

"And where did you learn to do that?" the Illyrian asked, loosening his grip on Luxiana's chin a little, relaxing when he noticed she wasn't lying.

"Keydan explained how to do it and taught me. He wanted me to be able to protect myself if need be."

Azriel understood her sincerity and released her completely, but he couldn't calm his anger. "It was still a dangerous and thoughtless thing to do, Luxiana. I don't know why Keir didn't use his powers, but if had, you could have been hurt or worse, died. Don't ever do that again!"

Luxiana pursed her lips with an apologetic look and a cute, guilty face that made Azriel swallow hard. "Are you angry?" She stepped forward to surround her arms around the master spy's torso and buried her face in his pectoral. Azriel froze for a second, feeling his heart melt entirely as she straightened her head to rest just her chin on his chest and look at him with an adorable pout. "Excuse me," she added.

Azriel's whole body tickled from the inside. He could only calm himself by taking a deep breath. Why was he even angry? He placed a hand on the blonde cheek to lean in and place a long kiss on her lips. Damn it, there was no doubt in his mind. He loved this woman with all his body and all his heart.

Footsteps behind them forced them to separate and turn to see Mor striding in their direction. Luxiana hiccupped in surprise at the sight of Rhys's cousin, then winced with concern as she realized that she had just seen her cut her father's tongue out in front of her. "Mor, I'm sorry," she apologized, taking a step toward her. "I shouldn't have..."

She couldn't finish her sentence as Rhys's cousin threw herself into her arms to hug her with all her might. "I adore you. God, that feels good!"

Luxiana was surprised at first, but then laughed with Mor and returned his hug.

Rhysand detailed his soul mate laughing with her cousin, then glanced knowingly at his two brothers. She wasn't as weak as they thought, and in fact she was incredible. She'd done all this to protect his honor. To protect him. She was made to be his high lady. She was made for him. He stared at her and it wasn't with tenderness or affection but with love. He was in love with this woman, damn it.

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