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narcoticv3nus · 15 days ago

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Ride or Die ❤︎ Arthur Morgan

Kinktober Day XXVI: Face Sitting

summary: you both have needed some stress relief good thing your man has the perfect remedy tags/trigger warnings: 18+, f!reader, face sitting, cunnilingus, praise, stress relief wc: 2.3k

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The sweltering heat of mid-summer enveloped you as you stood in your dusty backyard in West Texas. The sun hung high in the sky, its relentless rays pouring down like molten gold, wrapping you in warmth. You balanced precariously on your toes, stretching to reach the wooden clothesline that sagged under the weight of the humid air. With each clothespin, you secured the damp fabric—its fibers still heavy from the wash—hanging them in a colorful line that fluttered gently, eager for the breeze to take hold.

After a long day tackling household chores that seemed never-ending, fatigue washed over you like the dew settling on the grass at dawn. Sweat trickled down your forehead and dripped from your chin, creating a sheen that glistened on your tanned skin. The air was thick and muggy, wrapping around you like a warm blanket, and you could feel the relentless sun creating that familiar weight in the pit of your stomach, urging you to seek shade and a reprieve from the day’s demands.

A sudden chorus of sharp barks erupted into the stillness of the afternoon, cutting through the air like a warning bell. You felt a thrill of anticipation as the rhythmic sound of hooves clattering against the grass reached your ears, stirring a smile on your lips. Rounding the corner, you caught sight of your "husband," Arthur Morgan, as he gracefully dismounted from his sturdy horse. He landed with a soft thud on the ground, letting out a weary sigh that hinted at the long day behind him. His presence, strong and rugged against the backdrop of the setting sun, filled you with warmth and a sense of home.

As you approached, Arthur turned towards you, his soft blue eyes locking onto yours, a slight smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. Seeing you instantly eased some of the tension etched on his face. He removed his dusty hat, revealing a mess of sweat-soaked brown hair, and ran a calloused hand through the tangled strands.

“Looks like you’ve had a fair share of work yourself,” he said, his voice gruff yet tender. He walked towards you, closing the distance between you two, and brushed a strand of sweat-dampened hair off your forehead, tucking it gently behind your ear.

“C’mon inside,” he offered, his hand resting lightly on your lower back, “I think we both could use a bit of relaxation.” As you entered your home's cool refuge, Arthur took a deep breath, surveying the room.

Guiding you to the small bedroom at the back of the house, Arthur closed the door behind him, allowing the sounds of the world outside to fade into a distant hum. The room was dimly lit by a single candle burning on the nightstand, casting dancing shadows across the wooden floorboards. He moved closer, his gaze never leaving yours.

You gently pressed your palm against his chest, stopping him in his tracks. “Maybe we should wash up first,” you proposed, your voice slow and deliberate. The remnants of sweat clung to your skin, a sticky reminder of the heat, and you couldn’t shake the feeling of discomfort that came with it.

Arthur's gaze drifted downward, resting on your hand gently pressed against his chest. His expression was a mask of stoicism, revealing nothing as his intense eyes locked onto yours. The moment felt charged with a tension that lingered in the air between you.

“I want ya’ now,” he declared, his voice low and intense as he pressed his hand over yours. His fingers curled possessively around yours before he gently pulled your hand away.

Arthur moved closer, a hand resting on your waist as he gently guided you back toward the bed. The softness of the bedding awaited you, creating an inviting contrast to the moment's intensity. His presence felt warm and enveloping, heightening the tension as he leaned in, bringing you closer together.

The need for release and the desire to forget the world's harsh realities had consumed him, even for a moment. Arthur's hands trailed down your arms, his strong fingers gripping your hips and pulling you closer until you could feel the heat radiating from his body. He paused, looking deep into your eyes, silently asking for your consent.

He inhaled sharply, the scent of your skin mingling with the sweat and earthy aroma of the day's work, strangely alluring in its simplicity. Arthur leaned forward, brushing his lips against your neck, his tongue tracing a wet path toward your ear. He whispered huskily, "Let me take care of ya'.” he pleaded. “Let me help ya’ relax." With a gentle push, he guided you onto the edge of the bed, his fingers slowly working on undoing the buttons of your dress.

His actions were unhurried yet deliberate, each touch and kiss filled with a palpable hunger between you two. Arthur's breath hitched as your dress fell open, revealing the skin beneath. He pulled you to stand, sliding the fabric down your arms until it pooled at your feet. He stepped back, drinking in your sight, allowing the heat between you to build further. His hands roamed over your exposed flesh, feeling the goosebumps rise under his touch. Finally, with a low groan, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he guided you back onto the mattress.

The world outside seemed to disappear as his tongue sought yours, a dance filled with promise and passion. Arthur's calloused hands skimmed across your thighs, pushing aside the last barriers between you. He could feel the dampness gathering between your legs, his desire straining against his trousers. Breaking away, he gazed into your eyes.

"I reckon we both need this," he muttered, his voice gruff with want as he stood to undress himself. His fingers worked on his belt buckle with practiced ease, each movement deliberate and unhurried. His shirt came off next, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the tapestry of scars that mapped out his life's story.

Arthur's gaze never left yours, watching the hunger grow in your eyes as he exposed himself to you. Stepping out of his trousers, he returned to the bed, his naked form a testament to the raw masculinity that made up this rugged man. Sliding back onto the bed, Arthur positioned himself between your thighs, his gaze locked onto yours as his hands gently parted them. He lowered his head, pressing featherlight kisses along your inner thighs, teasing your sensitive flesh.

You could see his desire burning bright in his eyes, contrasting his usually guarded demeanor. His warm breath tickled your sensitive area, making you squirm in anticipation. Savoring the sight of your flushed skin and how your chest rose and fell with each ragged breath you took, he didn’t waste any time, diving right in to taste the sweetness he knew awaited him.

His tongue swirled and dipped, eliciting a moan from your lips as he explored your folds. Arthur loved how you reacted to him, your body tensing and releasing as he pleasured you. It made him feel powerful and needed, something he craved deep down. His fingers joined the dance, massaging your thighs before sliding further up to caress your breasts. He kneaded and pinched your nipples gently, feeling you writhe beneath him as the sensations built. Each sound you made only drove him further, pushing him to make you feel even better.

As he continued, Arthur could feel himself getting harder, his need for you almost unbearable. He knew you were close, your body quivering and muscles tensing around his tongue. He redoubled his efforts, wanting nothing more than to watch you fall apart in pleasure.

"Mmm...you taste so good," he growled against your skin, causing you to shudder in delight. His stubbled cheeks grazed your sensitive thighs as he continued to explore your cunt with his tongue, savoring every gasp and moan that escaped your lips. His hands wandered higher, gripping your waist firmly to keep you in place while his thumbs traced lazy patterns over your lower abdomen, heightening the sensitivity of every nerve ending.

He felt your legs tremble, your breaths turning shallow and erratic. Arthur knew you were on the precipice, so he slowed, drawing out the delicious torment. He wanted to savor this moment, to remind himself why he fought so hard to survive each day. He glanced up, watching your face contort in ecstasy as he finally brought you over the edge. Your nails dug into his shoulders as your body convulsed, riding wave after wave of pure bliss.

Arthur pulled back only when your breathing evened out, his chin glistening with evidence of his desire for you. He gave you a smug grin, his blue eyes darkened with lust. "Feelin' better?" he asked, his voice rough and husky. You nodded slowly, a dopey grin spreading across your face as you tried to steady your breath. Your heart raced as you gazed down at him, feeling a mix of exhilaration and affection that made the moment feel almost surreal.

“I want to be on top,” you confessed; gently running your fingers through his damp hair, you pushed it backward, feeling the warmth of his scalp beneath your nails as they glided effortlessly over his skin. The soft strands, slightly tousled from the moisture, slipped through your fingers, creating a soothing rhythm that sent a shiver down your spine.

Arthur raised an eyebrow at your request, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. After switching your positions, he sat back, allowing you to take control, and watched as you positioned yourself over him, straddling his lap.

“Can I…” you began, a warm flush creeping to your cheeks as you kept your gaze locked on him. Your eyes lingered on the curve of his nose, tracing the rugged outline and drifting down to his lips.

He nodded, his smirk growing wider. "Go ahead," he said gruffly, his voice barely above a whisper as he reached out to caress your cheek with the back of his hand. His thumb brushed against your lower lip, gently urging it open before tracing its contours.

You swallowed, climbing up his body until your thighs encompassed his face, your bottom hovering over his chest as your hands grasped the wooden headboard, giving you balance and offering support for the pleasure that was to come.

Arthur's hands slid to your thighs, gripping them firmly, guiding you into position. Your wetness brushing against his lips sent a jolt through him. He leaned forward, parting your folds with his tongue, exploring your most intimate spaces with a newfound hunger. He tasted saltwater, sweat, and a faint trace of your arousal—an intoxicating mix that only fueled his desire.

His fingers flexed against your skin, holding you close as he indulged himself. Arthur's eyes fluttered shut, focusing solely on the feeling of your body against his mouth, the soft moans that escaped your lips, and the sweet taste of you. His tongue moved with deliberate strokes, teasing your sensitive spots until your hips began to rock back and forth in response. Arthur's hands tightened on your thighs as you moved above him, guiding you with gentle yet firm pressure. He could feel the tension building within you, each gasp and moan urging him onward. One hand moved up, thumb tracing lazy circles around your clitoris, while his tongue delved deeper, probing and swirling.

"Mmm..." Arthur hummed low in approval, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure coursing through you. His fingers dug into your thighs slightly, urging you closer as he continued to lavish attention on your clitoris. His tongue swirled around it before dipping lower, exploring the wetness between your thighs with an insistent hunger. He savored each moan and whimper, his desire growing with each passing second. Feeling the tension in your thighs increase as your body responded to his ministrations, he pressed a finger inside you, moving in rhythm with his tongue, curling it just to hit that spot that made your breath hitch.

"Ride my face," he commanded, his voice rough with lust as he said your name. He opened his eyes to watch your reactions—the flush spreading across your chest, the way your nipples hardened under the cool air, and the unmistakable pleasure etched on your face. With a sultry moan, you obliged, grinding yourself against Arthur’s mouth, savoring the exquisite friction he created.

He held onto your thighs tighter, adjusting his position slightly to accommodate your movements. His finger steadily moved in and out of you, curling each time to massage that sensitive spot. His other hand found its way to your hip, guiding you with gentle yet firm pressure. He could feel your muscles tensing around him as you rode his face, your moans growing louder, more insistent. Arthur reveled in the sight and sounds of your pleasure—it was like a drug, and he was already addicted.

His mind fogged with lust as he watched your breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath. He increased his pace, tongue, and finger, working together in perfect harmony. His gaze never left yours, the fire in your eyes driving him wild.

"That's it, darlin'," he rasped encouragingly, his breaths growing shallower. He could sense your orgasm building, feel it in the way your body moved against him. With one final push, he sent you over the edge, drinking in your cries of ecstasy as you came apart in his hands. He didn’t stop until every last tremor had subsided, leaving you panting and spent against him.

Reluctantly, he released your thighs, allowing you to slide down his body until you were cradled against his chest. Arthur brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as you caught your breath. You yelped and were suddenly lifted into the air bridal style. Arthur carried you into the washroom, his steps slapping against the hardwood floor.

“Let me clean ya’ up,” he grunted, setting you down as he filled the tub with water. “Then I’ll get ta’ have ya’ again.”

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diremoone · 1 year ago

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tlc, baby | g. satoru

w — periods, mentions of severe cramps, concerned bf ‘toru who doesn’t like seeing his gf in pain, an author who wanted toji to win the poll but is gonna do all the boys anyway bc toji, and the fact that this is too short and crummy omg (don’t write while hungry haha), hopefully toji’s is longer and better :D

[ divider cred @/firefly-graphics ]

5:14 am

The wake up is sudden, abrupt and extremely painful. You know what’s going on, but the second you try and do something about it, you find yourself sinking to the floor beside the bed in misery.

You really don’t want to walk downstairs, that’s gonna be misery. But if you don’t get and remedy this soon, you fear it’s just going to become worse.

It also sucks because your boyfriend isn’t home. You’d really, really like him to be home. But he isn’t. He’s out looking for an elusive Special Grade curse that nearly took out Mei Mei a few weeks ago on behalf of the stupid elders.

You’d curse them more if you didn’t feel like shit.

You burrow your head into the mattress and focus. Gathering up a little bit of energy, you stand and make your way to the kitchen, only to end up sitting down by the cabinets. You groan, knees up close to your chest to try and relieve some of the pain. You’re tempted to bang your head into the cabinets a few times, but the rationality of not adding more pain to the mix won over.

You can barely think straight; one second there’s the thought of running a bath and the next it’s waves of pain. You think about what’s in the fridge, then you’re overwhelmed by the intense need to barf.

“Fuck,” you mutter.

And then a loud voice echoes through the large home from your bedroom.

“Baaaaaabbbeeee!”

You snicker at your boyfriend who teleported into the bedroom that doesn’t have you in it. You hide your laughter behind your hand until another wave of agony rolls over your uterus and up your spine.

Satoru eventually finds you in the kitchen (after looking in the bathroom and under the bed). His smile disappears the second he sees you, but you don’t take notice since your forehead is burrowed into the wood of the cabinet door. He frowns, not liking the expression on your face.

“Baby?”

Satoru crouches and lowers the black mask you’d gotten him for his birthday. His heavenly blue eyes flicker up and down with worry.

“Monthly,” you manage to get out, and he instantly knows what you mean. Your entire body shakes with a shudder, so much so that the giant man is easily lifting you onto his lap to cuddle, his back now the one that presses against the wall of the kitchen.

Satoru is a heater, nothing short of the furnace that you’ve been in need of. One large, hot hand is pressed against your back, the other tucked against your lower abdomen in just the right spot. And the relief you feel makes you literally dizzy.

Your massive boyfriend however, is even more concerned than ever. The amount of stress he’d felt release from your body was nothing short of insane to him. You’d always relax and let go of all your stress in his hold, yes, but the amount of tension to how limp you were in his big arms was borderline upsetting.

You’ve never been this tense, this stressed. How long had you been like this before he was home?

“I’ll be okay,” you speak to him breathlessly. “I just need something for the pain and something to eat.”

Satoru lists off some things in the pantry and fridge, all of which makes your stomach turn and just burrow your head into his shoulder more. It isn’t until he gets to the sweeter side of the food you do have does the nausea fade away.

He reluctantly pulls away and grabs a familiar looking container on top of the fridge with a mischievous smile, one of his hands still holding yours as he stretches his massive 6’3 body across the kitchen to nab the period painkillers you need.

You don’t see him shove them and a small water bottle in his pocket, but you see him wrap his giant hand around the white container right before he fucking lifts you up off of the counter with one fucking arm and carries you back to bed.

But you don’t complain. You’re way too lethargic and fatigued. And why would you anyway?

He places you back on your side of the bed and gently plops the white container on your lap before kicking off his shoes and whips off his jacket so dramatically that you laugh. You scream as he jumps on the bed, almost on top of you. Satoru does nothing but laugh like a lunatic in return while he turns on the TV across from the bed.

Like magnets, you two end up snuggled deep into the big, thick pillows your boyfriend has propped up behind you in an instant. One of his arms is wrapped around you as you nestle into his side. But the fun doesn’t last. Your brows furrow as another wave of searing pain washes over you from your uterus. You groan and dip your nose into his collar, sharply inhaling and shakily exhaling.

“Here’s the magic pills, baby. Take ‘em.” Satoru’s voice is not the same, high-pitched excitable one he normally has. It’s the deep voice, the one he uses when he’s diving into his emotions. It’s the voice that he uses when he’s sharing his love with you in bed, or when he’s simply just loving you and taking care of you. Just like he is now. The tone of his voice is calming, relaxing, reassuring; all of the above makes your brain go fuzzy.

You pop the pill-shaped-relief in and chug it down with water and ‘toru wraps his arm around you, tugging you to him sweetly. He pops open the large white container, revealing all the chocolate chip cookies inside of it.

You laugh. “Oh my god, Satoru! This is what this is?”

“What else could it possibly be?” he jokes.

Not even a few minutes later though, the agony returns. The tearing feeling from your uterus is almost too much, lasting almost all the way through the Disney castle intro and the first couple minutes of Big Hero 6 with your head tucked into your boyfriend’s collar.

Satoru presses a kiss to your head and puts his hands in the same spots from earlier, with just as much tension leaving your body. He exhales silently.

“Go to sleep, baby,” he tells you. “It’s not worth it.”

“Want to…” you mumble, then let out a heavy sigh as heavy cramps roll over you again. “You’ve been gone a week.” You aim for a cookie and eat it in two bites.

Just like the cookies, you’re sweet — too sweet and too good for him, and he swears by it. He presses another kiss to the top of your head and replies, “Spend time with me by getting some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up. And I’ll take care of you tomorrow, too. Whatever my girl wants.”

“…. Sure?”

“Positive.”

“…..Mmmmm’kay.”

Satoru knows you’re still awake and working through the pain even half an hour later. You may not be watching the movie, but you’re still listening, giggling when Fred screams, “CAR!” to Wasabi as the villain tries to kill them.

It’s not too long after that though, he feels your cursed energy finally relax. Your body is clearly slack against his own. He chuckles at feeling a little bit of drool soak through his shirt. You’re in a deep sleep, thank goodness. And he hopes it stays that way. The medicine worked. He wasn’t sure if his eyes could take the sight of your cursed energy bearing that much sufferance much longer before cracking himself.

Satoru closes his own heavenly blue eyes to sleep. Yeah, he’ll definitely be here tomorrow. Taking care of his woman was going to be his first priority. Mission be damned.

”G’night sweets. See you in the morning.”

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hellsenthero · 11 months ago

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Hot Under the Collar

Written by: hellsenthero

Azriel X Fem!Reader

A mandatory visit to the Illyrian war-camp takes a turn for the worst when three hot-headed males decide they want to send their High Lord a message.

Warnings/themes: Swearing, violence, blood, angst, fluff, sexist war camp.

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Azriel held you securely in his arms as he flew. The view of the trees and mountains was always breathtaking to you, so much so that you didn't mind the biting chill in the air that nipped at your hands and cheeks.

“I wish you could've stayed home.” Azriel spoke for the first time since you'd taken off from the House of Wind. It was a comment that had you peering up at him with furrowed brows.

“You don't want me with you?”

“God's no,” he breathed, his hazel eyes met yours and you could see the stress he was holding back. “Illyria is no place for females, Y/N, no place I want my mate near.”

“But you grew up there.” Azriel's hold on you tightened.

“Exactly.”

The rest of the flight to the war-camp was spent in silence. Azriel's Shadows twisted around the two of you in such an unsettled manner that you could practically taste his anxiety. When the camp came into view you gave Azriel a quick kiss on his cheek. “It'll be okay, Az, don't worry too much.”

You could feel the tension in the camp the second you landed. It had your nerves flaring like a spooked creature, but you knew as one of the Night Court's best healers you had a job to do here. Check the females, make sure their wings are intact, give them any remedies they require, be it for their cycles, pain relief, contraception, or anything else. Azriel was here to speak with Devlon to ensure he was sticking to the new training rules and as your protection as he all but refused to drop you off like Rhysand had originally suggested.

“Would you just drop Feyre off there and leave, Rhys?” Azriel had bit out when Rhysand called the meeting. Rhys looked pissed at just the thought of leaving his mate in the Illyrian war-camp.

“Absolutely not.”

“Then don't expect me to leave Y/N's side for a fucking second in that shit hole.”

“Shadowsinger,” Devlon greeted. His sharp eyes looked you over but he didn't bother to greet you. Azriel grit his teeth at the blatant disrespect towards his mate.

“Devlon,” Azriel said coolly, “this is Y/N, one of our Court's best healers,” he placed his left hand over his right, making sure his mating band was visible for Devlon and the other gathering fae. “She's also my mate. I expect there to be no issues with her checking on the health of the females here?” At the mention of mate the other fae backed up with wide steps, all but three males who stood side by side, glaring between the shadowsinger and you. You quickly committed their looks to memory before focusing back on Azriel. “We'll be staying at our usual cabin.” You caught Azriel saying.

“How long will you be staying?” Devlon asked.

You knew Azriel wanted to leave as soon as possible, but he instead answered with, “as long as it takes to ensure the females are healthy and cared for and that things are running smoothly.”

“We can care for our females ourselves.” Devlon bit out.

Azriel's hazel eyes narrowed. “You say that, but you've proven that to be untrue in the past.” Before Devlon could respond with a nasty remark of his own, Azriel slipped his arm behind your back and began leading you towards the cabin he more or less grew up in. “I'll meet with you just before dinner to go over specifics, Devlon.” Azriel called out without looking back.

“What a prick.” You hissed out as Azriel shut the cabin door behind the two of you.

Azriel let out a low hum of agreement. “He's the nicest male here.”

“I'll try to be quick,” you say in order to placate both him and yourself, “thorough, but quick.”

“Good,” Azriel breathed out.

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The next morning found you doing much the same as you had the evening before. Going cabin to cabin and checking on the females. You preferred to check on them in the comfort of their own homes, it made everyone more at ease and always allowed for the females to speak to you more freely about their health. By the afternoon you had to go back to your own cabin to make up more tonics for the female's cycles. You found out that when their cycle hit none of the males in the camp bothered to help get them soothing tonics for the pain they went through. Instead, they were told to deal with it.

With a grunt you slammed the cabin door shut out of anger as you got to brewing up more tonics. Azriel was in another meeting with Devlon and you were glad he wasn't there to see you fuming with anger. The treatment of the females in the camp made you want to scream and cry and you knew it would take a long while to decompress after leaving the Gods forsaken war-camp. Yes, Devlon had the females training and yes, they stopped the wing clipping, but the lack of equality within the camp had you nearly shaking.

You didn't bother turning around when the cabin door opened. Otherwise, you would have seen the three males standing in the doorway. Instead, you called out to who you thought was your mate. “If I'm seeing the improved version of the camp, then I can't imagine the horrors that went on here before.”

“I wouldn't say that this place has improved at all,” answered a deep voice. You shot up and out of your seat and faced the three winged males that you'd had your eyes on the day prior, the only three males who didn't seem to care that you were Azriel's mate and therefore, untouchable. “In fact, I think the camp’s gone to shit ever since your little mate and his High Lord introduced the new rules. I think we need to send them a message.”

“Get the fuck out of here.” You hissed as you scrambled to pull on the invisible golden thread tethering you to Azriel.

“Make us.” The second male hissed.

You looked to the ceiling and muttered a prayer.

“Praying won't get you out of this,” said the first male, a tall male with dark brown eyes.

You looked back down and locked eyes with him. “Oh, I'm not praying for myself.”

You threw yourself at the male just as the door burst open again on a shadow swept wind. Azriel had his hands around the third male's neck, snapping in with one quick movement before the male could draw his weapon. Azriel's shadows helped subdue the second male, keeping him in place as he took out Truth-Teller and stabbed in through the male's chest. The bond had Azriel wanting to carve his eyes out and slit his neck slowly for even thinking of hurting his mate, but now was not the time for a slow and painful death. As Azriel went to advance on the last male, he stopped. He stopped because before him, on the ground, was his mate, straddling the screaming male. Azriel watched as you clawed the eyes out of the first male. His screams of pain like music to Azriel's ears as you dug your sharp nails in further and further and further, until finally, the male grew quiet, and he stopped moving. You brought bloody fingers to the male's neck, checking for a pulse, and after a moment, you breathed a sigh of relief. “He's dead.”

Azriel looked at you with a mix of love, shock, pride, his many emotions flowing down the bond to you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you answered as he helped you off the floor, he didn't mind the warm blood that slipped from your fingers onto his own. “Needed to get my anger out, that really helped.”

Azriel was speechless for a moment as he looked you over.

“Fuck baby, remind me to never get you angry.”

You laughed, a sweet sound that was out of place in a cabin full of bodies. “You know I can get a bit hot under the collar, baby.”

“Right,” Azriel answered with a small uptilt of his lips, “I'm going to go tell Devlon his three best fighters are dead. Once you're done here we're going straight home and I'm not letting you leave the bedroom for a fucking week. Got it?”

Your smile was enough of an answer, but you still nodded to Azriel. “Got it.”

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littlefireball · 3 months ago

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Hongjoong stress reliever. He's producing a song in the hotel during their tour and is stressed because of 'producers block'?'

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You find yourself questioning your decision to accompany them to North America, a place that feels entirely foreign to you. It's puzzling, especially since you're torn about why you continue to follow Hongjoong, despite your desire to end this complicated relationship. Your friendship dates back to high school, and your feelings for him are undeniable. Yet, he seems to sidestep the truth, or perhaps he's completely oblivious to how you truly feel.

There's nothing to scold. You are the one choosing to sign the agreement and offer your body; he isn't coercing you in any way. If you feel the need to assign blame, direct it towards yourself for having such strong feelings for him, even entertaining the fantasy of being his girlfriend.

You know this cannot be real.

A ringtone stops your thinking and you pick up the phone, Hongjoong's nervous voice rings in your ears.

"Y/N, where are you?"

"Cafe."

"Can you come to help me?" You feel a wave of uncertainty wash over you as you muster the strength to turn him down, planning to return home the following day. "Y/N?Are you okay?"

"Hongjoong, I have something to tell you…"

"Maybe after you come to my room? Please?"

"Okay…" With a heavy sigh, you realize that your courage is faltering, yet you resolve to bring this chapter to a close after your encounter with him.

—--

Hongjoong looks at the screen with countless sighs. He is stressful. Producing a song during a tour is more challenging than often, especially because he is tired due to long hours of dancing and singing.

He's in desperate need of a way to unwind, and you're the sole person who can provide that relief. You are his remedy, his entire world. Unbeknownst to him, he craves your soothing presence far more than he acknowledges, mistaking it for nothing more than his dreadful lust. At times, he feels a deep-seated shame for his insatiable urges, often finding solace in the intimacy you share. He never intended to use you, yet he finds himself unable to resist.

"Fuck…it is not good enough. The rhythm is weird…" He murmurs, the anticipation of your return from the café feels like a slow torment. Suddenly, the doorbell chimes, a sound like a beacon of hope, prompting Hongjoong to dash forward and fling the door wide open.

"Y/N, you're here." He pounces onto you without a second thought, making you back off as you lose balance. "Wait, Hongjoong." He silences your words by cupping your face, closing the gap to plant a kiss on your lips. Again, you melt in his kisses, you should push him away though. With a smooth sway, he lays you back against the bed and slides his hand to the hem of your dress, pulling it upward to drop a kiss on your stomach.

"Why so intense, Y/N?" "I…I…oh fuck!" As you are about to tell him to stop, his hand rubs against your clothed clit, moving up and down while giving a hard press on your sensitive spot. "See, you're so wet. Want me to eat you out? Huh?" His finger circles along your curve, tapping your clit before pulling away the hem. His breath pools against your soaked core when he is diving between your thighs, planting a kiss to make you whine.

"Sweet as always." Hongjoong has always been talkative during sex as he loves how you get shy because of his dirty words, or I should say, he is obsessed. His tongue licks from the bottom to the top, making sure to reach everywhere he can find. Everything is too slow for your liking, you need him faster. But before you let out a whimper, he sucks on your bud and taps it with his tongue at a fast pace. "Hongjoong!!" "Feel good?" He whispers against your skin before leaning back, continuing to eat you out like a staved man.

You raise your legs in the air as he pushes your thighs close to your chest, your hands find their way on his hair. His face is almost sunk into your crotch and you can only see his head moving up and down. He leaves a trail of kisses before sucking hard on your bud, making you catch your breath. "Jjong, I can't. Oh fuck." "Just cum on my face, I want to taste you." His words totally make you mess and bring you to the climax, coming on his face even dripping onto the sheet.

Not waiting for you to calm down from the excitement, he is already pulled off his pants and wrapped up a condom. "Good for me, Y/N." He bends down, his lips brushing against yours, inviting you to savor the essence of yourself as his tongue dances in. This kiss transcends mere desire; it is infused with warmth, tenderness, and a sense of peace. As you connect, memories surge forth, illuminating the beauty of shared experiences and treasured times together. In this moment, you find solace in each other's presence, navigating the complexities of emotions—anger and joy intertwining—proving that your bond has evolved far beyond mere friendship.

He guides his member to your entrance and you moan in his mouth when he eases into you. Stared at a slow pace, he then thrusts faster as your wall drives him crazy. You wall tightens around his cock to pull him deeper, carving him to fill you full. His lips dance down your jaw, caressing your neck and finally resting on your collarbone, relishing the vivid mark he leaves with pride. "Jjong…what if others notice it?" you murmur, a twinge of anxiety creeping in. "It doesn't matter," he asserts, unwavering. "It does matter," you counter. He hesitates, his gaze locking onto yours, confusion flickering in his eyes before he brushes it aside. "Fine then. That's our pact." Yes, a pact—how could you ever forget? It's a stark reminder that the connection between you two hinges on this agreement. If you were to break it, there would be no way to return.

"Jjong…jjong…" He appears to be growing increasingly agitated, quickening his pace and becoming more forceful. Your thighs are drawn up against your chest, firmly held in his grip as he uses them for balance. Clear red marks leaves on your skin, sweating all over the body, you cry out and he fucks you extremely fast. His ball hits your ass each time he roughly shoves into you. "Too…too much…ah…" "Just hold on, I'm close." Hongjoong chases his pace by rapid thrusting, making a long throaty moan flying out from your lips.

"That's what I want, I love your voice, Y/N. Moan louder for me." Your head spins in pleasure but also a slight pain. You obey his words and moan so loud that others must hear when they pass by the room. And Hongjoong, almost reaches his peak, letting a high-pitched and choppy moan while his cock twitching from excitement. "Oh fuck." A throaty moan leaves his lips as he cums, filling the condom full.

"Damn it. I never came that much before." He throws the condom after withdrawing from you, panting heavily. "Thank you." He plants a kiss on your lips, cuddling with you as if seeking for comfort.

"I've always been so stressful when I'm producing songs but now I feel better. I'm so glad you came with me." He murmurs, nuzzling against your neck.

"But what are we? Hongjoong." You turn around to face him, gazing at his confused look. "We fuck, we cuddle, we kiss, and we still are friends?"

"What're you talking about?" He lets out a nervous chuckle, never expecting why you are asking such a question. "Of course, we are friends. Uh…no…we have an agreement…"

"Enough, Hongjoong." Your words cut him off, making him pause. "I want to end this relationship."

"Why so suddenly? Did I do something wrong to hurt you? I can correct it."

"No, no. You did nothing wrong. I just…" You like him, yah. But you are still not brave enough to tell him.

"Nothing. I just want it to end…" Deep down, you yearn for him to hold onto you, but is that even a possibility?

"Okay, then I don't force you." What? His calmness surprised you, or did you have too many expectations for him?

"I won't force you if you don't like it. After all, you are a girl…and it may not be good for you to have such a relationship…"

"Enough." His voice fades into silence as you rise from the bed, urgency propelling you to collect your belongings. "I have to leave," you declare. Before he can fully process your departure, you rush out of the room, avoiding any glance back, sidestepping the temptation of further connection.

"Hey, y/n!"

—-------

The weight of the past has lifted, but fresh burdens are on the horizon. That night, he toiled away, losing himself in his work until dawn broke. It was the only way he could push thoughts of you aside. Though he crafted a beautiful song, the warmth of your relationship turned to ice in an instant. He had expected you to reach out to him within a few days, as you always did, but this time was different. Instead, it felt as if you had vanished from his life entirely. His calls went unanswered, and his messages fell into the void, blocked by you. It was as if you were determined to sever all ties with him.

"What the? Hyung, you said this to her?" Wooyoung almost shouted out. "Shh, don't be too loud." Seonghwa pats his shoulder and reminds him to be quiet.

"So she leaves you without any doubts."

"What?I…"

"Listen to me, hyung. What she wants is for you to ask her to stay but not 'okay, you can leave'." Wooyoung remarks, his pitch becomes higher.

"What?I already said 'you can stay if you're tired' every time, apart from that day..."

"C'mon. Why can't you understand?" Wooyoung is almost bursted out. "She likes you, not as a friend, but a girlfriend, okay?"

"Like me??"

"Can't you feel it?"

"I…" He fumbles over his words, chastising himself for his foolishness in love. Intelligent in many ways, he feels lost when it comes to matters of the heart. "I'm such an idiot, damn it," he mutters, a wave of regret crashing over him as he recalls the hurtful things he said to you that night. The memory stings, knowing it must have driven you to leave for Korea without a moment's hesitation.

"Just go to find her after we go back to Korea." Seonghwa comforts, his voice soft. "Please don't say anything harsh. I don't want to lose my sister-in-law." Wooyoung rolls his eyes.

"Just wait for our wedding drink, you asshole."

—----

Once the tour wrapped up, they returned to Korea, and Hongjoong wasted no time in searching for you the very next morning. As anticipated, you weren't at home, so he made his way to your favorite café. This was the place you always turned to whenever you felt down, where you would order your beloved coffee. It was a comforting constant that had remained unchanged since your high school days.

But what he sees once he steps in the cafe makes him burst out─a man is flirting with you.

"May I…" "No. She is dating me and she doesn't like Americano. It's too bitter for her." Hongjoong's sudden appearance catches you both off guard, leaving you silent in shock and the man walks away.

"Why are you here?" "The tour ends and I come back." He naturally takes a sip from your drink, sitting across from you.

"No. I mean why do you come to the cafe?" You counter.

"I came here to find my girlfriend." He presses the issue, a warm flush rising to your cheeks.

"Then it's not my business." You snatch the coffee from his grasp, deliberately steering clear of his eyes.

"Is that so? But the girl you also know or I should say, you are the one who knows her the most." With a slow, deliberate sweep, you take him in from head to toe before titling your head. "Aren't you curious?"

"No." "But what if the girl's name is Y/N." He holds your hand tight, making you shy even though it is not your first time.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm terrible on that day. I should have found out earlier but not regretted it after you left me." His confession makes tears welling up in your eyes, but that is delightful. "I can't live without you. You are my everything, Y/N. Can you stay with me? Not as a friend but as my girlfriend." Tears drop down as you blink, a small smile plays on your lips.

"But what about the agreement?"

"Fuck the agreement." He cradles your face gently, drawing you in for a fervent kiss. At last, the two of you have embraced the truth of your feelings for one another.

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miss-oranje-disco-dancer · 4 months ago

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the king of sex

pairing: javi x reader

cws/tags: p in v, m! receiving oral, unprotected sex, handcuffs, coworkers, sex as stress relief, pwp, not beta read

summary: almost no plot, literally javi is just grouchy so reader offers him sex (but handcuffs him) ... in the office... they really just kinda give up on the case at the end lmao

a/n: i like to imagine the voiceover of steve going "in case you were wondering, this is the asshole..." at the beginning of this fic

wc: 3k

You're at your wits end with Javier Peña. He's known to be (at the very least) kind of a dick. You're fairly sure it's unintentional, just his natural demeanor, but he's also made no efforts to remedy his behavior. He's an asshole because he's grumpy and he's grumpy because he's stressed. And he becomes more stressed and more grumpy and more of an asshole when you provoke him. You have the practiced self-restraint to bite back your snide remarks until he's out of earshot.

It hits you one day when he's particularly irritated as there's a huge roadblock in the case against Escobar that he can't seem to charm his way past - he's tried a wad of cash, a gun to the head, and of course, sex. He's grumbling about whatever-the-fuck when he slams his hands down on his desk with a loud, "Goddamnit!" He's lucky he works with you and not someone over 50 who would've certainly had a heart attack with how startling it was.

You could say 'no harm, no foul', but enough is enough. Javier Peña is inching his way towards 40 and needs to learn a thing or two about civil and professional behavior.

"Look, I get that you're upset right now, but it's not necessary or appropriate-"

"I don't need a lecture from you," he snaps.

"I wasn't lecturing you. I was being nice."

You were being nice, but your tone quickly takes on the bitterness that's been building inside you for weeks.

"If you were nice, you would let it go." His words are slightly muffled by the cigarette he holds between his lips.

"Are you even hearing yourself? I was being sympathetic and diplomatic. I could've said way worse things to you."

"Go ahead. Maybe I'd appreciate your honesty."

The smoke blown in your direction when he fully turns to face you is the final straw.

"Okay," you say, taking the deep breath you need to form the next string of words that leave your mouth. "Would you shut the fuck up for one fucking second?! I don't know if all the whores you fuck have been telling you that your voice is sexy but you should know that I'm tired of fucking hearing it."

"Wow, chica. You've got a mouth on you. Could be of better use but-"

"No," you cut him off with an accusatory finger pointed in his direction. "I'm not just going to sit here and twirl my hair and giggle at your sexual harrassment. Sorry if that's what you're used to."

"I don't think it's harassment since you didn't even wait to hear the full sentence. You don't even know what I was going to say."

"I don't care. You should get used to women not stroking your ego because someday soon your good looks will be gone and you'll have nothing but your shitty personality."

"So you think I'm good-looking?"

"That's what you took from that statement? It doesn't matter if you're good-looking because everything else about you is terrible."

"What do you want me to do? Cry? Grovel? Because I don't care that much about your opinion, and I'm done having this conversation."

You don't speak for the rest of the day, but you're in the office well-past daytime. You're on a time crunch, so you cooperate in silence so as not to get your asses handed to you by the ambassador or your heads put on a stick by the cartel. Sometime after everyone else has gone home - which makes Javi particularly pissed - he gets a phone call. You do not know what the person on the other line is saying, and Javi only speaks in Spanish, and says very few words before he slams the handset down so hard the phone falls off his desk.

He looks like he's about to have a psychotic break when he notices that the phone is broken.

"You need to calm down."

"I'm trying to calm down. I'm always trying to calm down."

"Maybe you need a Valium prescription or something because it's not working."

"Are you not stressed? Do you not care about catching Escobar?"

"Of course I am, and of course I do, but I know how to take care of my stress."

"Fine. Then, tell me how you do it."

"First off, you need to take a break, step away from your work. Stand up, take a walk, sit down somewhere else where you can't look through those folders anymore."

He stands up, maintaining a level of eye-contact that says he's determined to disprove your methods.

You motion for him to sit in a different chair and he does with the same permanent scowl plastered across his face.

"Now what? What else do you suggest?"

"I usually put on a movie or take a hot bath or…" You stop yourself before saying it.

"We don't have a VCR in here or a bathtub, so tell me what the third option is before I lose my mind."

"You know…" You make a motion that's supposed to indicate masturbation.

"You're saying I should jerk off? Right now? In this office?"

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you've never done it before."

"Not while you're here."

"Do you care if I'm here?"

"You would care. You just asked me to stop making sexual remarks about you earlier."

"Because your remarks were insulting and uncalled for and you were using them to deflect from the problem at hand."

"I don't get it. Are you saying you want to watch me jerk off?"

Truth be told, you wouldn't mind watching him get off. It’s not like you haven’t thought of it before. Seeing him finally vulnerable, undressed. Hearing his breath hitch, the choked out moans he struggles to hold back. His eyes closed, head thrown back, the sweat beading on his forehead, his lips parted -

"If that's what you want. But, I can do you one better."

At this point, you're just satisfying your own fantasy. You're more selfish than Javi, but he doesn’t need to know that.

For the first time in weeks his lips curve into a smile. "Yeah? You want to?"

"If it'll make you calm down and you swear on your life that you will never tell anyone that we did this."

"Deal."

"It better be. Or I will hand your ass over to Escobar."

"You're gonna make me go soft if you talk about him."

You're hard? Already? you think but don't say. Instead, you take a not-so-subtle glance at the front of his jeans.

"What? You offered me sexual favors. Of course I'm hard."

You approach him and he waits for you to slide into his lap and kiss him. It's sloppy, wet, tongue-tangled, teeth mashing together. You pull back nearly panting, and you begin to understand why women let him get away with things.

"I have one more condition."

"Lay it on me."

"I'm in charge."

"You've been in charge, cariño."

He hasn't called you that in at least a month - after you begged him to stop. You insisted he call you by your name because ‘this is a work environment’. And nicknames make you weak in the knees. But you can't tell him that being on a first name basis with him is almost worse. Every time he says your name it goes straight to that debauched part of your brain that you try to suppress.

You nod and stand up, and he says, mildly offended but mostly desperate, "Does 'in charge' mean you're leaving me high and dry?"

"No, I'm getting something." You walk to his desk. "Where are your handcuffs?"

You have handcuffs too, but there's something more enticing about restraining him with his own.

"Top right hand drawer. Why? Which one of us is getting handcuffed?"

"Take a guess," you say walking back towards him with the cuffs in hand.

"It's me, isn't it?"

"You're so smart, Javi," you tease. Even though you’re joking, you swear you hear his breathing change. You rarely praise him because he rarely deserves it. Maybe you should do it more often, you think.

"Take off your shirt first and put your hands behind your back."

He does as he's asked. Javi is suddenly more obedient when your tits are eye-level with him. "I can't believe I'm doing this. It better not be some sort of trap."

"It's not. I just think it'll be fun for both of us if I do this to you." The handcuffs click as you attach them to his wrists. It’s the only sound that fills the rare silence in the office.

"Do you hear that?" you ask with a serene smile.

"No, what?"

"Nothing. It's quiet in here for the first time ever."

"Not for long if you're any good."

"I am very good, I'll have you know."

"Have me know."

You straddle his lap and run your hands along the smooth skin of his broad chest. You lock eyes with him, tilt your head slightly and part your lips like you're going to kiss him, but when he leans in, you pull back.

You stifle a laugh when he leans forward, trying to reach your lips. It’s his only option as his handcuffs prevent him from grabbing your cheeks and pulling you towards him.

"That's fucked up," he says.

You're not cruel so you kiss him for real. Your tongue brushes against him and you arch your body towards him. You kiss him until you need to come up for air.

"You're not gonna pull back and leave me hanging this time, are you?"

"No, not unless you do something to deserve it."

"Like this?" he asks before biting your bottom lip gently.

"No, not like that," you whisper against his lips. You place featherlight kisses from his jaw to his collarbone, lips ghosting along his skin, teasing.

"You're making me more stressed, chica."

You hum, ignoring him, and then making your way up to the nape of his neck where you lightly suck and nip at his skin.

"Oh, fuck me," he groans.

"Be patient," you say softly as you place your hand on his hard cock, still covered by his jeans.

You palm him slowly, looking up into his eyes when you begin to unbuckle his belt. You wonder what kind of underwear he's wearing - is he a boxers type of guy? Briefs? Boxer-briefs? Every guess is incorrect, you find, as you unzip his jeans - he's gone commando.

"I knew you were a slut, Peña, but no underwear with jeans? That's bold."

"Easy access."

"Easy, that's for sure," you say, as you work together to get his pants down to his ankles. "And yet, very hard," you remark, taking his cock in your hand.

His hips twitch and you can tell he's trying not to fuck your fist, knowing you won't take kindly to it. You're in charge - that's the deal. You spit into your hand and watch as a bead of pre-cum forms at the tip of his dick. His breath hitches when you run your finger over it before you stroke him, increasing the speed of your hand gradually.

You dare to get on your knees and lap at the head, reveling in the way his head lolls back. Dying to get his eyes back on you, you take his cock as far as you can into your mouth - though you hadn't initially planned on sucking him off as he doesn't deserve it. His eyes fly open and he stares at you slack-jawed, his mouth slowly forming an 'o'. When he gets close, you stop, pull back, and stand up.

"Huh?" he asks in an uncharacteristically pathetic voice.

"You were enjoying yourself a little too much." You shrug.

"Yeah, I was enjoying myself. I was gonna cum soon." He pouts, lower lip jutting out and making him look boyish despite the mustache on his upper lip.

"I know."

"Are you not gonna let me cum? Is that what this is? A plan to torture me?"

"No, you'll get to cum eventually. This is an exercise in patience."

"I thought this was supposed to be stress-relief."

"Correct me if I'm wrong but it doesn't seem like you're thinking about work at all right now."

"I'm not."

"What are you thinking about?"

"What do you think?"

"I think, I want you to tell me." You sit down atop the desk across from the one he's sitting at and spread your legs. You watch his eyes as he figures out what you're doing.

"I'm thinking about what you'd look like without that skirt on. I'd rip it off you."

"I'm glad your hands are tied then," you say as you unzip it and let it fall to the floor. "Because it was expensive."

Javi doesn't say much about your black lace panties but his eyes are fixated on them. You begin to unbutton your top and his eyes follow your fingers as you slowly reveal your bra, and then your tits. This is the most he's paid attention to you in your entire time working here.

"God, I wish I could touch you," he says. "You're so fuckin' hot."

"I'm actually quite chilly," you say with a coy grin as you walk over to him and grab his shirt from the desk in front of him. You put it on, but don't button it up so your tits still peek through.

"It looks so much better on you."

"Thanks," you say with a genuine smile. "I expected it to smell like cigarettes but it smells nice."

He half-laughs. "What does it smell like?"

"You." You slide your panties to the side and begin to touch yourself nonchalantly.

"This is so unfair. You get to touch yourself, but I don't."

"I thought you would like watching me."

"I do, you have no idea how much I do."

You intended to tease him, but you find yourself going further, even slipping a finger inside yourself. When you add another, you moan, "Javi."

It's barely a tease anymore. His name slips out just as it does when you're alone in your bedroom with your hands in the same position. But now, you're watching Javi who’s watching you with his pink cheeks and leaking cock - all for you, because of you.

"Yeah? Feels good?"

"Uh-huh." You wish it was him, so much so that you get up from the desk and walk towards him. You sit in his lap, wearing nothing but his shirt, letting your skin touch his.

"You're so wet, cariño."

The way his voice rasps does something to you, grinding on him isn't enough. You need him inside you.

As you position yourself so that his tip is at your entrance, you ask, "promise you won't come inside me?"

"Promise. I'll let you know when I'm close."

You believe him because you have to, because you're going to fuck him anyway. You need him. So, you nod and sink down on his cock. You figured he'd be big - his tight jeans don't hide very much though you try not to stare, lest he catch you doing so, but you still whimper at the stretch.

"You're doing great, cariño."

You don't expect it to feel as good as it does, nor do you expect it to drain your stamina the way that it does. Your legs are shaking by the time you get close to the edge.

"You're struggling, querida," Javi says. "I can help, but you have to let me out of these."

"Yeah," you say, standing up to grab the key. He sighs at the loss of your wetness surrounding him.

You uncuff him and he grabs your hips gently, helping you back into the position you were in previously.

"I've got you," he says, and you trust that he does.

You let your head rest upon his shoulder, and when you moan, he can feel your breath on his skin - he can barely hear you over the sound of your skin meeting his over and over, the slick sounds of your arousal adding another layer to the pornographic chorus of your noises.

Your names are traded back and forth, both of your voices getting progressively needier. One of his hands slides under your - his - shirt to stroke the bare skin of your back as the other remains steady on your ass. You bite into his shoulder despite the fact that no one is in the office to hear you. You get a groan in response and you can tell his orgasm is approaching too.

"Gonna cum," he says. "Where do you want it?"

"Inside," you say because it's the truth.

It's like you've cast a spell on him or rewired his brain. He should not cum inside you but he does. His whole body jolts as euphoria washes over him.

Your walls clamp down around him and your fingernails dig into his flesh, and you've never been high but there's no way cocaine feels this good. If you could crush an orgasm up into a powder, you'd be rich.

When you come back to reality, you're faced with Javi's beautiful brown eyes and a smile.

"Thank you," he says. "I feel a lot better."

You're beginning to envision your happily ever after when you stand up and you hear Javi say, "Oh fuck."

"What?" You say, looking down and watching your mistake drip out of you.

"I think we just created another problem to be stressed about."

"I'm on the pill. We'll be fine. And, if you're stressed, we can always do it again."

"You're right. I think we need to give it another shot. You said baths are relaxing, right? We could try it in a bathtub, maybe even in the shower."

You shake your head. "Uh-huh," you say sarcastically. "And since movies are relaxing, we should do it in the theater."

"That's a great idea, actually."

"Yeah? You think risking an arrest would help your stress?"

"I don't know, baby. I guess we'll have to find out."

Maybe you have yet to catch the King of Cocaine, but tonight, you feel satisfied as you climb into bed with the King of Sex.

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reidbae · 1 year ago

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DAY 27: Stress Relief — period sex w/dom!aaron hotchner

KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist

summary: Your hot, older boss, who’s been protective of you since day one, helps to remedy your stress when he finds out your time of the month has come.

pairing: dom!fwb!aaron hotchner x sub!fem!reader

warnings/mentions: mention of periods (obv), along with blood but it's nothing crazy, use of a condom and small mention of latex, very heavily implied age gap, reader is very shy, vaginal sex, piv sex, hip/thigh gripping, fondling, use of my love, angel, honey, sweet girl, and princess, reader is fucked dumb but also not rlly, hotch is super doting but there's some teasing, too, lots of praise, SO much slowburn i'm sorry lol (like the first 1.5k ish words), lmk if i missed anything!

wc: 3.3k

a/n: went a little overboard with this one oops :P also i'm gonna *try* to fill in most of the gaps i've missed for kinktober this weekend, but no promises <3 hope y'all enjoy this one!

tags: @nalycandy @prettyboydrspencerreid @mega-kittyglitter-1 @mrs-ssa-hotch @boimlers-gonna-boim

You were working tirelessly in the bullpen of the BAU, when a caring, yet firm, hand landed on your shoulder.

It was that of your unit chief, Aaron Hotchner’s: And also, your lover’s. You and Aaron had been seeing each other in private for a while now, and while not officially together, you were pretty damn close to it.

The older man had taken on a calm, caring, and loving role in your pairing, always handling you in a sweet, and never hostile way.

It was a sharp comparison to the manner in which he carried himself in the field, but that was a different story, for a different time.

You usually saw Aaron everyday when work ended, you coming over his house, or vice versa. If you didn’t, you’d let the other know, and there would be some exchange of affection, at least.

But that wasn’t the case this week.

You had dozens of case files and paperwork to finish. You had work to do in general because of the main job, but even more than your team, mainly due to the way you had handled your previous case. Strauss wasn’t happy about it, and neither were you, because you had a hell of a lot of work to do now because of it.

As a result, you had been spending less and less time with Aaron, even avoiding him when you could, so he wouldn’t get a feel for your grouchy mood.

It didn’t help, also, that you were on your period.

When Aaron’s kind hand landed on your shoulder, you looked up in surprise to see him hovering above you, all packed up and ready to go home. He would usually stay a little later as the week ended, working as tirelessly as you were on paperwork.

So to seem him here, ready to pack it in for the day, was a little unusual.

“Hi,” you spoke, looking up at him with a shy expression. He could see the worn out look that your eyes held, the bags under them giving you away.

“Hello,” Aaron spoke in his calm, composed tone of voice, one you usually heard when he was addressing people in the field. It wasn’t always a bad thing, really, seeing as that’s the way he was supposed to speak.

But when he used it on you, you knew you were in for a bit of a talk.

As you’d done various times before, you moved the case files you were working on aside, so that Aaron could lean on your desk. He did so, and crossed his arms as his gaze lingered on yours.

“You want to tell me what’s wrong?” Aaron said brusquely as he looked down at you; His expression was genuine, though, as he did, and you could tell that he cared.

You looked down and away from him, letting out a heavy sigh, not prepared to have this talk with him. “What do you mean? Nothing’s wrong,” you said in a timid, low voice, avoiding the tall man’s gaze.

“Please don’t lie to me, honey. I can tell something is wrong. I’m a profiler, remember? Just like you,” Aaron reminded you, and from the corner of your eye, you could see his expression change from loving to firm.

“We’re not supposed to profile each other,” you reminded him, your tone small as you answered him. Aaron let out a little chuckle, shaking his head above you.

“Fair enough,” Aaron chuckled. “That doesn’t mean I can’t still worry for you, honey. You haven’t been yourself. I’m sure you know that.”

You gave him a shrug, not quite sure what to say in response to that. “Yeah, well—I haven’t been the best,” you admitted to him.

Your reveal caused Aaron to crouch down next to you, the way he likely had done for his son, Jack, so many times. You suddenly felt just as small, and turned your head away from him.

Aaron guided your face back to his seconds later, his dark brown eyes boring into yours. The look was sweet, though, and soft, as he put a warm hand on your thigh.

“What’s wrong, angel?” Aaron asked you curiously. You couldn’t deny the wave of butterflies that soared through your figure when he said that, and you bit your lip.

“I just have a lot of work to do, that’s all. And I’ve been—Moody,” you vaguely explained to him. You avoided using the word, “period,” for a fear of the weirded out look Aaron could give you if he heard it.

But Aaron took the words from your mouth in mere seconds, like he’d been able to do on numerous occasions. “Are you on your period, my love?”

Your eyes widened when he asked you this; Your cheeks warmed up as soon as his words finished, and you swallowed. “H- How did you know that?” you asked bewilderedly.

“Come on, princess. Do you really think I wouldn’t pick up on it? You get moody like this at least once a month, and I’ve been seeing you for seven. It doesn’t take a profiler to figure out what the cause of that is,” Aaron explained to you, rubbing his hand over your thigh. His tone wasn’t teasing, though, his words flowing from his lips in a warm manner.

You hid your face with your hands, hating, and loving, the way he could read you so easily. Aaron chuckled as you mumbled to him, “That’s so embarrassing.”

“It’s not embarrassing,” he assured you, moving his hand from your thigh to your shoulder. You’d be wondering how he was keeping his balance so well, if it weren’t for the fact that you were being so awkward. “It’s normal, and nothing to be ashamed of, honey. You’re okay.”

After a while of Aaron rubbing your shoulder, the unit chief broke the silence once again. “Is this why you’ve been avoiding me so much?” he asked.

“I have not been avoiding you,” you said to him, even if you knew you were lying through your teeth.

That was the very thing you’d been doing.

“Do you want to convince me that, or yourself?” Aaron chuckled, keeping his hand where it was on your shoulder. You shrugged.

“Okay, so maybe I have been a little bit. But it’s not you. I’ve just been so tired and stressed, and—I don’t know. I know it doesn’t make sense,” you said to him.

“It doesn’t have to make sense to me, honey. As long as it does to you, that’s fine with me. I understand,” he told you. “You need a break from work. Come on. Let me take you home.”

“No, Aaron, I need to finish these files,” you all but whined, the very idea of abandoning your unfinished work making you uneasy. Aaron chuckled and got up, holding his hand out for you to take.

“Come on, sweet girl. Don’t force me to make this an order,” Aaron said to you. You couldn’t really tell if he was joking or not.

But you weren’t about to argue with him regardless.

With a huff, you took his hand and got out of your chair. Aaron draped your coat over your shoulders, making sure you were warm. He then took you by the waist and walked you out of the bullpen, and out to his car.

Knowing you didn’t feel like driving, and promising to give you a ride to work the following day, Aaron drove you home in his car, attached to your hip until you reached the front door of your house.

“Here we are,” Aaron said as he held your hand, guiding you to your door, like you would fall if he let you go. Aaron pressed a loving kiss to your cheek, smiling down at you. “Call me if you need me, okay?”

You gave him a confused, and a bit of a sad expression when he said that. “Wh—You’re not going to stay?” you asked.

Aaron’s expression then mirrored yours, and he looked as confused as you were. His eyes glimmered, though, with what you assumed was hope in response to what you had just said. “I—Well, I didn’t think you’d want me to. I figured you needed your space.”

You shook your head at his cluelessness, sighing at the fact that he could even think that for a second. “No, I—I do want you to stay. I didn’t think you’d want to.”

Aaron chuckled, shaking his head at you and cupping your face with his hand. The heat of it engulfed you, and you nuzzled into his touch. “Of course I do, angel. You know I love taking care of you,” he murmured. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before saying, “And I always will.”

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He wasn’t kidding.

Hours later, you were curled up in Aaron’s lap after an evening of pampering from him. He had made you tea, gotten you all of the snacks you were craving, even leaving the house to do so, and gotten you changed into comfy sleepwear, but not before showering you clean first.

It was days like this that made you wonder how you had landed yourself such a wonderful man; A man who wasn’t even fully yours.

But, God, the way he handled you—Like you were a real life princess, and he was ready to serve you at any command. It was nearly impossible to comprehend.

The unit chief’s hands were tangled in your hair, playing with it as he held you there in his lap. Your face was hidden in his chest as you closed your eyes, relishing in his touch.

You had been sitting there in silence for a while, and Aaron finally broke the silence by pressing a small kiss to your forehead. “Is there anything else I can do for you, angel?” he cooed. “Anything at all that you need?”

You shook your head, lifting your eyes up to meet his soft ones as he looked down at you. “No. No, I’m fine. Thanks for being here for me," you smiled.

Both of Aaron’s hands went down to your hips, holding them in a tender manner as he smiled warmly at you. “You know I always will be, princess.”

You smiled back at him, moving closer to him to press your lips to his. Aaron responded by rubbing your back, his lips eagerly answering your kiss.

When your kiss moved from slow to passionate, Aaron moved you in his lap, so that your legs were on either side of it. He was rubbing your back as you kissed him, and you all but melted into his embrace.

You had never felt this needy for him before. Never felt this needy for one human being before.

That’s just the effect that Aaron had on you.

You were snapped back into reality seconds later when Aaron’s hands began to dance at the hem of your underwear, close, too close, to pulling them down.

You tried to move his hands away, quickly growing shy at Aaron’s move. “No, Aaron, I- I’m on my period, w- we can’t—“ you began to slur.

Aaron cut you off.

“Come on, angel. Do you really think I care about that?” Aaron cooed in a loving tone, looking into your eyes. “I won’t pressure you, princess. But I can feel your need, and I am happy to oblige you.”

“But—“

“No buts. It’s up to you. If you need me to wear a condom, I will. And if you need me to just pleasure you, then I am okay with that, too,” he whispered, cupping your cheek gingerly. “You’re not feeling good, and if I can make you feel better, I will.”

You were rendered speechless for several long seconds, unsure of how to respond to Aaron’s kind words.

Fuck, was he even real?

“Are—Are you sure?” you asked him, because you were unsure yourself about this. You had never had sex on your period before, let alone with a man who worshipped you like a goddess.

“I’m sure, princess. Say the word and I’m yours,” Aaron told you, running his thumb up and down your cheek. You gave him a shy look, and then a nod.

“I want you. I really do, Aaron, but—Only if you’re sure,” you said again. Aaron chuckled, shaking his head at you.

“How many times do I have to tell you, princess? I’m sure. Positive. Get that in your pretty head,” Aaron chuckled, causing you to smile as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Now, tell me what you want," he said.

“I—Um—“ you began, really not knowing the answer to that query. You bit down on your tongue, taking some time to think to yourself, before speaking once more.

“Well, I want to feel you, but—Can you use a condom, please? It’d just make me feel better,” you said timidly. Usually, you and Aaron didn’t use condoms very much, but you had a box of them in your house, anyways.

“Yes, honey. Go grab one for me,” Aaron smiled, kissing your lips before you got up.

Aaron took the condom from you when you came back with it, not saying another word on the matter. This is what you wanted, so that’s what he would give you.

You sat back in his lap as Aaron moved down his joggers, followed by his boxers. After what felt like years, Aaron’s cock sprung free from them, and from what you could see, he was already incredibly hard; Pre-cum leaked from his tip.

You sat in your own neediness as Aaron put the condom on, making sure that the latex reached the very bottom of his dick.

When he was finished, he gripped your hips, and pulled you to hover over him. He didn’t say a word on the blood that was so clearly in his vision; Instead, he lowered you down onto him, allowing you to take all of him.

Even after all this time, you had never gotten used to just how big Aaron was, his cock leaving you brimming with it each time you had sex.

And, as it happened, “Fuck,” was always the first word that left your lips.

Aaron chuckled at your vulgar use of language, and pulled you closer, beginning to kiss your neck. “Language, princess,” he said in a joking voice.

You giggled, biting down on your lip as you rode him. “Sorry.”

Aaron smirked up at you, but didn’t tease you more. Instead, he began to kiss your neck again, attacking it with a fervid passion.

Aaron left a trail of hickeys behind as he kissed and sucked at your neck; You were surely going to have to cover them up for work the next day.

One of Aaron’s hands went under your shirt, and with ease, unclasped your bra in one go. He discarded it to the side, as though it were the most unnecessary thing in the world, and began to circle his thumbs over your nipples.

You were worried you would hear the sound of blood as the two of you made love, but your whines and whimpers fully combatted the noise: You couldn’t hear a thing.

“There’s my good girl. You feel so good, princess,” Aaron inattentively praised you, his lips split open in pleasure. You whined in response to his words.

“You—Too,” you stuttered back out at him, your brain fogging up with the pleasure of the experience. “Mmm.”

Your eyes closed, and you leaned your head on Aaron’s shoulder as you moved yourself up and down. Aaron chuckled, bringing one of his hands away from your nipples to tangle into your hair. “What’s the matter, princess? Am I fucking you dumb?”

You let out a low whimper at Aaron’s teasing words, scrunching your face up in embarrassment. “Y- Yes, Aaron. You are.”

Aaron chuckled in response, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Good. That’s what I like to hear, honey,” he smiled.

After a while, Aaron felt the need to take over, and grabbed you by the hips once more. He flipped you over onto your back and climbed on top of you, moving into you now at a lethal pace.

“Oh,” you whispered in surprise, Aaron’s sudden change in pace causing your eyes to widen. But you weren’t complaining.

“Hm?” Aaron hummed to you, his breath warm on your nose as he moved himself into you. You shook your head in response.

“Nothing,” you murmured, earning a sly smirk from Aaron.

“Your thighs are shaking so much, honey,” Aaron whispered to you, kissing your neck again. “Relax for me, okay, princess? I’ll make you feel good," he cooed.

You felt yourself blushing as you nodded your head, surrendering to Aaron without having to think twice about it.

You were all his.

You were a hot, moaning mess under Aaron as your high approached dangerously close. Your period made you so much needier, so much more sensitive, and you were beginning to feel the effects of it.

Your expression was lewd as Aaron sensed your need, moving into you as quickly as he could, needy as you were to get you off. You were whimpering his name like there was no tomorrow, your climax burning low inside you.

“Shhh, princess, I know, I know. Almost there, honey, okay?” Aaron cooed in a loving voice as an answer to your whines, pressing butterfly kisses to your neck as he spoke to you.

All self-control fled your body as Aaron fucked you, and there was never another moment where you knew more what it was like to feel alive. Human, even.

“Please, I wanna cum. I wanna cum so bad,” you were mumbling over and over again, your speech unclear, all logical words fleeing your body.

“I know, my love,” Aaron whispered to you.

Then, Aaron did something you didn’t think would happen; He moved his hand down your body, and began to rub circles into your clit.

Immediately, you shook your head, trying to get his hand away as you realized what he was doing. “No, A- Aaron, no, the—Blood,” you all but exclaimed. Aaron shushed you with a kiss, letting his tongue slip into your mouth.

That sure as hell shut you up.

When he pulled back, his cheeks were flushed pink, and his dark hair was smeared over his forehead, stuck to it with sweat. “I don’t mind it, princess. I told you this. You need this, don’t you?”

Your eyes met his, and you nodded shyly.

“So stop it, and let me make you feel good, angel,” Aaron cooed, kissing your lips.

Your brain was too cloudy to argue back to him, and you relished in the feeling of his tongue tangled with yours, his thumb working rapid circles into your bundle of nerves.

“Aaron—!” you whined.

He had you finishing in seconds.

“Go ahead, princess. Scream for me.”

You did just that, his name leaving your lips in a way that your neighbors were going to hate. Your eyes shut with the feeling of pure bliss washing over your body, and you whined over and over again as you came down from your high.

When you were both all done, Aaron moved out from inside of you, and took the condom off. He smiled down at you, and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Was that good?”

You didn’t see how that was even a topic of discussion. Eagerly, you nodded. “More than.”

“Good. Let’s get you cleaned up, okay, sweet girl? I don’t want you to feel messy or anything,” Aaron said in a sweet voice, running his fingers through your hair.

You nodded at the brown-eyed man, smiling. "Aaron?"

"Yes, my love?"

You giggled up at him, responding to him in a soft, shy tone of voice, "Thank you."

Aaron's face softened, and he pressed one more kiss to your cheek for good measure, smiling down at you. "Anytime."

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TLOU MASTERLIST

ELLIE WILLIAMS

TLOU2 / Older Ellie

HEADCANONS:

Feminine!Reader

Feminine!Reader Part2

Boxer!Ellie

Sugar Mommy!Ellie

Knight!Ellie X Princess!Reader

Knight!Ellie X Princess!Reader Part2

Period comfort

Streamer!Ellie

Bodyguard!Ellie X Singer!Reader

Housewife!Ellie

Housewife!Reader

Dealer!Ellie X GoodGirl!Reader

Tattooist!Ellie

Tattooist!Ellie Part2

Hockey!Ellie X Cheerleader!reader

Stubborn!Reader

Delinquent!Ellie

SingleMom!Reader

Vampire!Ellie

Vampire!Ellie Part2

Ballerina!Reader

Pregnant!reader

Singer!Reader

Hip-Hop Dancer!reader

Rockstar!Ellie

Masc!reader

Introvert!reader X Introvert!Ellie

Affectionate!reader

Actress!reader

She calls you mommy

Goth / grunge reader

Reader with ADHD

Bossy!reader

Ellie on her period

Streamer!Reader

Reader is Maria and Tommy's daughter

Taller!Reader

Reader with OCD

make-up artist!reader X streamer!Ellie

Older sister!Reader

Insecure!reader

Apologetic!reader

Deaf/ hard of hearing!reader

RichOlderWoman!Ellie

southern!reader

loser!ellie

having a baby with her (biologically)

ONESHOTS:

You deserve more

Summary: after you caught your boyfriend making out with another girl at a bar, you call Ellie for a ride home. (MODERN AU)

Reckless

Summary: While working, Joel comes in and tells you that your girlfriend, Ellie, was injured on patrol.

Protecter

Summary: After sneaking out, Ellie protects you from some unwanted attention. (KNIGHT!ELLIE X PRINCESS!READER)

New Year's Day

Summary: You and Ellie host your first ever New years Eve party, and as you both clean up the mess your friends had left in their wake.

Can I take a picture? (Out soon)

Summary: You, an architecture student, decide to spend yor three months off for summer break exploring and visiting classic Victorian houses, seeing beautiful structures and meeting eccentric people. (VAMPIRE!ELLIE)

MULTI-PART:

PROFESSOR - Pt 2 - Pt 3 ✓

Summary: After Dina forced you to go to her new physics teachers public lecture, you start developing feelings for the professor. (PROFESSOR!ELLIE X STUDENT!READER)

PLAYER TWO - Pt 2 - Pt 3

Summary: A series of imagine entailing the chaos you and streamer!Ellie cause together. (STREAMER!ELLIE)

MOTIVATION - Pt 2

Summary: You become your girlfriends physical therapist. (BOXER!ELLIE)

Why?! (PART 2 OUT SOON)

Summary: it was bound to happen sooner or later. I mean Joel slaughtering all the fireflies seven years ago was a pretty hard secret to be kept quiet- but you still wish it never reached Ellie's ears.

IMAGINES:

Phone S*x NSFW

Summary: You send Ellie a nude when she's abroad on a business trip. (SugarMommy!Ellie)

Play for me

Summary: After Ellie lost her fingers she longed to play the guitar again, so you played for her.

Jackson's Love Hotel NSFW

Summary:Your favourite customer needs to relax after a very stressful patrol and comes to you for some relief. (Brothel Worker!Reader)

Ask your daughter

Summary: Eventful late night escapades makes Ellie a no-show for patrol. (Maria+Tommy's daughter!Reader)

Miss me sugar?

Summary: After three months of deployment, Ellie finally returns home. (Military!Ellie)

Tattooed on my heart

Summary: Ellie's always loved when you doodle on her arm, leaving behind traces of you. She loves them so much she wants them to stay forever.

Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl

Summary: wasting a Friday night on a first date with a boy you've never met in person was a dumb idea- and surprise! it all goes to shit- but Ellie's there to make sure you have a good time! DAY 2 OF SAPPHIC SUMMER

SAPPHO

Summary: Ellie pulls up outside of your house, ready to take you on a first date. DAY 3 OF SAPPHIC SUMMER

Rescue Remedy

summary: you call Ellie to come and rescue you from a bar after having a few too many drinks DAY 4 OF SAPPHIC SUMMER

SOCIAL MEDIA AU:

(strictly texts and insta posts)

Texts with Ellie

Part 1

Part 2

ABBY ANDERSON

TLOU2

HEADCANONS:

Doctor!reader

Anxious!Reader

Farmer!Abby

Werewolf!Abby

Masc!reader

ONESHOTS:

(Nothing here yet)

MULTI-PART:

HUNTED (PART 2 OUT SOON)

Summary: Although you stopped Abby from killing Joel, Ellie still wants to seek her revenge.

IMAGINES:

Sundress Season NSFW

Summary: A picnic date can really only end one way~ DAY 1 OF SAPPHIC SUMMER

Hayfever

Summary: you've fallen sick, and you don't want Abby to get sick too- she says it's just hay-fever. DAY 5 OF SAPPHIC SUMMER

HBO ELLIE WILLIAMS

HBO TLOU ADAPTATION

!!THIS CHARACTER IS UNDER 18! SO IT WILL BE PLATONIC!!

HEADCANONS:

(Nothing here yet)

ONESHOTS:

GOODNIGHT, MOM

Summary: After helping Ellie down from a panic attack, she calls you Mom for the first time. (MotherFigure!Reader)

MULTI-PART:

(Nothing here yet)

IMAGINES:

Happy Mothers Day

Summary: The first mothers day Ellie has ever celebrated and she's going to make sure that it's amazing. (MotherFigure!Reader)

I LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT

coming soon

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!

I write for:

Ellie Williams (Romantic + Platonic)

Abby Anderson (Romantic + Platonic)

HBO Ellie Williams (PLATONIC)

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palioom · 1 year ago

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Joel Miller

one shots:

movie night

just a game

toolbox

going for a ride

told you i'd be back

christmas drabble

santa claus is comin' (to town)

starving

not home

Javier Peña

one shots:

say my name

stress relief

orange light - (angst-y)

recommended dose of dick

stuffing

cavity search

use me

series:

stay the night - you are javier's on-and-off again fling but an assassination attempt drives you into hiding. javier still visits you and you finally try to get him to stay for just one night after he fucks you.

stay - (smut, angst)

leave - (smut, angst)

rest - (smut, fluff)

Agent Whiskey

one shots:

taste of sugar

forget

better than flowers

bull ride

string lights

Dieter Bravo

one shots:

sweet, sweet icing

series:

work affairs - loose collection of you as Dieter's PA

working overtime

the best PA

the bet

Oberyn Martell

one shots:

his sun

little dove

series:

the viper and the sun - a series of one shots of the life of Oberyn, the Red Viper and his wife, his Sun

art of Oberyn and his wife made by @aurasjournal

stripes of a tiger

a bond formed of love

remedy against pain

Ezra

one shots:

helping you shine

Frankie Morales

one shots:

go camping, they said

Maxwell Lord

one shots:

anything you want - (subby Maxwell)

congratulations - (subby Maxwell)

first time for everything - (subby maxwell)

Dave York

one shots:

just a piece

snow angels

Agent Ortega

one shots:

the chase is better than the catch

Claudia Flores

one shots:

call me mommy

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lucilustx · 1 year ago

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✦ Initially, I think he would be very shocked at your sudden revelation. When he begins to think about his duties as a hashira and now having to balance the responsibility of being a father it would definitely be a sudden shock.

✦ After the initial consternation, he’d be very involved. Making sure he went to all of the appointments with you.

✦ In the early months of pregnancy, he’d wake up early in the mornings to hold your hair back with your morning sickness. He’d rub your back in circles and even offer to give your shoulders a massage to relax you.

✦ He’d make it his priority to cook for you and keep up with the housework. He doesn’t want you to lift a finger while you are creating a literal miracle in your stomach.

✦ At the end of every day, he’d put you to sleep by rubbing your feet and massaging your body thoroughly.

✦ In the later months of pregnancy when your back began to ache more cruelly, he’d stand behind you and lift your stomach for you if even for just a few minutes of relief.

✦ Whenever you had weird cravings that you didn’t already have in your home, he’d drop whatever he was doing just to get it for you.

✦ You and Shinobu have been trying to become pregnant with the help of a donor so after a few long months of trying when she heard you had finally got pregnant she was ecstatic.

✦ She’d make sure that either Aoi, Sumi, Kiyo or Naho was with you at all times to ensure that you got the best care during your pregnancy.

✦ Since you stayed at the butterfly mansion with her, all of your care would take place there. Meaning, your remedies and ultrasounds didn’t require an appointment and you could stay in the comfort of your home which was a huge advantage.

✦ She’d definitely be the kind of parent that talks to your baby constantly. She read in a few parenting books that playing certain music, consistently talking to your stomach etc.. is beneficial and sets time aside to do so every night.

✦ When she does have to go away on missions, she sends her sister or assistants to keep you company and attend to your every need. She’s a big writer and will send you letters to read out loud to the baby while she is away.

✦ She believes a key component to having a happy child is to make sure that her relationship with you as her counterpart is healthy and strong too. Even with you being pregnant, she’d still find ways to keep your relationship firm. Movie dates, taking you on walks around the mansion when the weather was nice and if you were feeling well enough.. etc.

✦ She’d decorate the baby room with lots of butterflies, dragonflies, and things of that nature. She likes to bring you in there with her while she decorates so that even though you couldn’t help, you could still be apart of the process.

✦ He’d be a little nervous about it. His upbringing wasn’t very loving and he wouldn’t want to hurt damage the child like how he was growing up.

✦ After you were able to reassure him that he wasn’t like his father and that he could do right by the child, he would be excited to start a family with you.

✦ He is such a gentleman. With your morning sickness in the morning he’d hold your hair back and rub your back in circles. He’d make you breakfast etc..

✦ When it was time for you to wash up, he’d run your water for you. Making sure to put in some relaxing oils, lighting candles for you, flower petals in the water, etc.

✦ He would make sure to wash your hair and massage your scalp. Keeping you relaxed and as stress-free was one of his priorities as a new parent. Keeping you calm was the key to having a healthy baby.

✦ When coming back from missions, he’d always make sure to bring back something for you. Whether that be flowers, one of your craving foods or simply an item for the baby or the baby room. He is always thinking about you and the baby.

✦ During missions, he’d have someone from the Demon Corp stay with you during the night to make sure that you were protected and taken care of when he had to be away on missions.

✦ As Tengen's 4th wife, he has had every intention of starting a family with the 4 of you and it was just a matter of who was going to get pregnant to start the family.

✦ When you told Tengen, Hina, Suma and Makio about your pregnancy they all had very different reactions but all had the same feeling about it: Joy. Suma was crying from how excited she was while Makio scolded her for stressing you out. Hina and Tengen came by your side to hug you tightly upon hearing the news.

✦ Tengen doesn't usually do the cooking and he typically leaves that chore to Hina but he does deliver whatever she makes to you on a silver tray so that you don't have to get up from your bed to get it.

✦ He doesn't like to leave you unprotected, especially when you are carrying his child so whenever he is gone on missions, he will leave one of his other wives with you.

✦ Tengen would go overboard on the baby room, making sure that it was flashy enough for his child. Meaning that upon building the crib, he'd glue rhinestones to it and painting everything a metallic color.

✦ When going shopping for baby clothes, Tengen practically begs you to let him pick everything out and of course, who are you to deny him? The baby's closet consists of what Tengen considers to be 'flashy.'

✦ Makio, Suma and Hina know how badly it must hurt your back while being pregnant and suggest to all have a date at the hotspring which Tengen agrees is a flashy idea. Since then, you all make it a point to go to the hotspring at least once a week to help your aches.

✦ Mitsuri and yourself have been trying for a baby with the help of a donor (Obanai). When it didn't seem like it was in the cards for you to carry the child, she offered to try. To both of your surprise, you ended up pregnant at the same time.

✦ Since you are both pregnant, you take turns making the other food and bringing it to them while the other relaxes.

✦ You both are incredibly emotional during this time and one of your favorite things to do together as of late is to watch movies. During this, you both need a tissue box for yourself.

✦ You both have complete opposite cravings. You tend to crave things on the sour/tangy side while she craves things on the sweeter/tart side.

✦ You love to decorate the baby room together, each working on a side of the room. When it comes time to build the cribs and move in the furniture, you call in Obanai to help you which he does without a fuss.

✦ Mitsuri once read in a parenting magazine that exercise helps with contractions and giving birth later along the line. She signs you both up to do a prenatal yoga class and it ends up being a wonderful way to manage your back pain.

✦ Mitsuri often practices different hairstyles on you in the case that your babies are girls. She watches tutorials for boys hair as well and practices on Tanjiro's hair, who she called just for the part. You can't help but laugh at the different styles but it's all heartwarming to see how excited she is to start a family with you.

✦ Obanai would freeze in his tracks upon hearing the words "I'm pregnant" come out of your mouth. Did he want to start a family with you? Of course. Was he nervous about it? Absolutely.

✦ He probably would not bring too much attention to the fact that you two were expecting a child, especially to the other hashiras. The only reason anyone found out was because You were seen at the Butterfly Mansion getting a check up and Shinobu asked about it.

✦ He believes in your capabilities and will not coddle you. However, if you ask him to make you food, help you up.. etc.. He will come running to your side and ready to help.

✦ He makes sure to report all of your appointments to Master Kagaya so he can have time blocked off to attend them with you.

✦ Despite him being seemingly cold, he is very involved with your pregnancy and incredibly soft with you in general.

✦ He buys a bunch of snake plushies for the baby room to help the child become accustomed to being around snakes and eventually, Kaburamaru.

✦ In the evenings, you will find Obanai reading parenting manuals and preparing for his role as a father. He wants to be the best he can be for both you and his newborn child.

✦ Similar to Obanai, Sanemi would be shocked the moment the words left your mouth. Was he ready for this? Were you ready for this?

✦ Because of his parents passing, he didn't really know how to be very paternal but damn if he wasn't going to try.

✦ He helps you around the house by doing the things you can't do. Bending down to pick up the laundry off the floor, making sure the sweeping and mopping is kept up with, loading the dishwasher, etc..

✦ He's very protective over you and will be extremely protective over his child. World be damned if anything came to try and harm his family.

✦ He doesn't necessarily understand how you could crave something one day and absolutely hate that same thing another day but he tries to keep up with whatever you are enjoying and keep it on hand in the house.

✦ He panics when you cry at seemingly small things and he will do anything to calm you down. He realizes overtime that you are just extremely emotional during this time and treads carefully with his jokes. He definitely keeps the teasing down to a minimum.

✦ He practices putting on diapers, making bottles, etc.. in the evening when you are asleep (and when he isn't called out on a mission). He wants you to be able to help with the baby without asking for help.

✦ When you tell Gyomei about your pregnancy, He's on his knees and praying to the gods to thank them for such a blessing.

✦ He is very tender with you after the initial news. Constantly checking on you to see if you need anything. Have you had enough to eat? He is bringing you a plate just in case. Are you thirsty? He is bringing water. Are you comfortable? He is fluffing out your pillow for you and helping you adjust in bed.

✦ Gyomei is the king of massages. If you complain about any area of your body being achey, his immediate response is to massage it.

✦ When decorating the baby room, he would be sure to keep it very minimalistic. He doesn't want it to be without your approval though, so he carries you in there to make sure everything is exactly how you envisioned it to be.

✦ He carries you around everywhere now. He does not let your feet hit the ground. Although, if you tell him that you want to walk he'd reluctantly put you down and allow you to do so.

✦ He prays over you every evening, praying for your safety and healthy, the safety and health of the child, praying that he will be a good enough father to lead the child in the right direction etc..

✦ If other hashiras were to ask about you two expecting, he certainly would not keep it a secret and would be excited to share the news but he wouldn't directly start a conversation about it.

✦ Kagaya already has two children of his own, so when he hears about you being pregnant with a 3rd, he is more than excited.

✦ He is very gentle, helping you where you need it and making sure that you are keeping up with your needs.

✦ You all already have the baby furniture put in storage from when you had your last two children so setting up the baby room is a piece of cake for the two of you.

✦ He is very big on essential oils and he constantly has a diffuser on. He even goes as far as to apply the oils to your skin. He believes it helps regulate your mood, helps with your nausea and reduces your pain level which, to your surprise, it does.

✦ Like Shinobu, he plays music in the rooms you are in and is constantly reading to your stomach at night.

✦ When you are feeling particularly emotional, he will hold you in his arms and provide a listening ear to all of your concerns. He validates you and makes sure to reassure/ provide a plan to each and every one of your concerns.

✦ He makes sure to attend all of your appointments and when he gets your ultrasound pictures, he will take them to the hashira meeting to show them to everyone who are all just as excited as he is.

QOTD: Which hashira do you think would be the best parent and why?

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dukewrio · 11 months ago

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and always (ayato x sick!reader)

request?: yep!

warnings: panic attack, fear of hospitals (specific reason not mentioned), blood mention, some mild spoilers for the musketeer event quest

y/n’s legs give out from underneath them as they step out onto the porch adjacent to their room. they fall into the trap of exhaustion, laying fully on the wood planks, gasping in the fresh air. just as the feeling of relief fills y/n’s sickly body, it is immediately replaced by chills. y/n knows their fever has gone up exponentially in the past few days, but still is determined to fight it off traditionally.

normally when they would get sick, ayato would take care of them, he always had the perfect remedy for any ailment. however, ayato was in fontaine when y/n’s symptoms began and since he returned two days ago, he added more tasks to his plate than normal in an attempt to begin foreign cultural exchanges with the other nations in teyvat. seeing this caused y/n to keep their illness from her fiancé, not wanting to add to the tasks he had. it was easy, provided he had spent most of his time locked in his office.

y/n musters the strength to sit up and slouch themselves against the wall. soon regretting the movement as it triggers a coughing fit. their hand flies up to cover their mouth as the coughing worsens. y/n can’t even be surprised when a hand rest on their shoulder, all of their energy being drained. when the coughing finally subsides, y/n pulls their hand from their mouth to be greeted with the alarming sight of blood dripping down their palm. instinctively they look up at their new company in shock, and meet ayato’s eyes. they swear they saw a flash of fear in ayato’s blues right before the calculating mask glazes them over once again.

“y/n, how long has this been happening?” ayato asks softly.

“about 5 day-“

“5 days?!“ ayato exclaims. “why didn’t you tell me? i have been home for the past two?”

“you just got back and i-“

“i am taking you to the hospital.”

“no!” y/n yells. their eyes widening as they pull away from ayato’s grasp. tears appear cascading down their face. y/n moves their hands to cover their ears, too overwhelmed to notice the slick feel of the blood on their hand resting on their ear. “i can’t, you can’t, please,” they beg.

“y/n, how can i help?” ayato asks, keeping a distance as to not overwhelm them. “i think your illness is out of the scope that i can take care of myself.”

y/n’s head shakes and they begin to hyperventilate.

“no, no hospital please,” y/n sobs. breaths becoming more frequent as they continue to curl themselves away from their fiancé. ayato’s heart breaks at the sight. he knows they aren’t scared of him, only scared that he will take them somewhere they don’t want to go. however, the idea of bringing stress to his loved one instead of protecting them opens an old wound.

at a stalemate of what to do, y/n’s breathing only gets more frantic. the demons swimming in their head only add to the stress of the situation. y/n’s throat feels like it’s on fire, their illness only making it far worse. slowly y/n’s body starts to give in to exhaustion, the blurry world around them goes dark.

“y/n!”

-a couple hours later-

“so they are going to be okay?” ayato’s voice breaks through the dark quietly, still slightly muffled, but nearby.

“yes, i only wish you would have called for me sooner, their condition was rather serious,” a second unfamiliar voice speaks. y/n slowly opens their eyes only to be met with the inside of their and ayato’s shared room. a cool wet rag rests on their forehead. seconds later ayato walks back into the room, immediately making eye contact with y/n.

“you’re awake,” he smiles, a sad one. “i called for the doctor, he said you have a strong respiratory infection,” he stands to the side of the bed, at a distance, still unsure of your comfort with him.

“ayato, i’m sorry, i just-“

“you don’t need to apologize, and we can talk more in depth on this once you are better,” he pulls out a container. “the doctor gave me this prescription for you and some care instructions, you should be better in about a week.”

y/n reaches their hand out towards ayato. he takes it as a sign to come closer, he sits on the edge of their bed holding onto y/n’s hand.

“i’m here for you now, and always.”

a/n: hope this is what you had in mind. i kinda broke my heart with ayato for this. like i just started really liking him, and reading his lore.

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rottenpumpkin13 · 3 months ago

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Zack's cure for a migraine for their lover?

Special meal?

Home remedies?

Since he grew up in a small village, I think he would use the home remedies and old tricks that his mother and other older villagers relied on whenever he got sick or had a headache. Some of these remedies might include peppermint/ chamomile tea, a cold compress, ginger, or yeah, a nice meal takeout he cooks for them has Angeal cook it for him :,) But since this is Zack "hates medicine" Fair we're talking about, he'd try just about every trick in the book before resorting to medicine, including odd tricks that have worked for him before, like:

• Chugging orange soda (beneficial if the headache is because of low blood sugar)

• Bedroom activities for stress relief (playing video games in bed or jumping on the bed like it's a trampoline)

• Sitting on their head because the pressure could alleviate the headache. (Angeal walked in on him doing this to Cloud one time and yelled so loud it triggered the smoke detector).

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theblackdahliaemporium · 1 year ago

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Herbalism 101: Lavender

Fun Fact: Lavender is a part of the mint family; making it a natural insect repellent.

English lavender (Lavandula angustifolia) is an excellent way to add a mid-summer pop of color to your garden or patio. Planting is somewhere where you can enjoy its beautiful scent. English lavender is more tolerant of colder temperatures common in the Marquette area than French lavender, making it an excellent choice for herb gardens and perennial borders. This is a member of the mint family features aromatic leaves and flowers that are popular for cooking purposes, medicinal use, and home projects.

Lavender is prized as a culinary ingredient. Lemon and lavender make a great combination for baking cookies, cakes, and other delicacies. Lavender can also be used to infuse simple syrups for cocktails or lemonades.

Lavender’s lovely scent is known to reduce anxiety and calm the mind. The calming fragrance of a lavender plant is thought to provide relief from stress, depression, and migraines. It is also considered anti-inflammatory and has antiseptic properties.

Lavender attracts beneficial pollinators to its flowers. Adding lavender to your garden will attract butterflies, bees, and other helpful insects.

Lavender plants are deer resistant. Making them a welcome addition for many homeowners looking for plants they don’t have to share with the local wildlife.

Lavender from your garden can be dried and used to create items such as homemade lavender soap, bath salts, potpourri, sachets, and cleaning products.

Lavender does well in most climates. The plant is drought resistant and will form a large swath of flowering plants. The blue flowers are not only beautiful but smell fabulous. You can harvest the blooms through the summer and prune the plant back in the fall.

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Lavender is a flowering plant in the mint family that’s easily identified by its sweet floral scent. It’s believed to be native to the Mediterranean, The Middle East, and India, with a history dating as far back as 2,500 years.

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May help improve sleep.

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Lavender hasn’t been approved by the FDA, so it’s important to be aware of potential health risks or side effects of using this herb.

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The Devil's Bride

Aurora Jaeger, Eren's long-lost childhood friend, was taken from him when they were children. After years of suffering under Marleyan control, Aurora is reunited with Eren while he’s undercover in Marley, igniting a bond neither of them expected. Despite her gentle nature, Aurora breaks her vow of pacifism to save Eren’s life, solidifying their deep connection. Secretly married before the Raid on Liberio, Aurora is swept into Eren's world of chaos and destruction. As the Scouts learn of her existence, tensions rise on the airship home. Mikasa’s heart shatters, and Levi demands answers. And Eren will stop at nothing to protect the only light left in his dark world—his bride, Aurora.

In this journey of love, loyalty, and war, Aurora must reconcile her innocent heart with the brutal reality of the man she loves, while Eren faces the truth of what he’s become.

Chapter Six

Two months remained until the Raid on Liberio, and the weight of that impending moment loomed heavily over both Eren and Aurora. The quiet cabin they had shared for months now felt charged with an intensity neither could fully grasp, a constant undercurrent of tension that came not just from the mission ahead, but from the unspoken feelings they held for each other.

Eren had become accustomed to returning to the cabin every evening, the sight of Aurora in the garden or by the hearth always a welcome relief from the endless stress of his covert operations. Each day, as he gathered more intelligence and refined his strategy, she remained a constant source of comfort, her soft presence grounding him in a way nothing else could.

Aurora, too, had found solace in the routine they had built together. She spent her days tending to the plants around their secluded cabin, her notebook filling with pages upon pages of detailed notes about every herb and plant she discovered. The more she studied, the more she experimented, crafting new elixirs and remedies, hoping to make herself useful in whatever way she could. And every night, Eren would come home, and they would talk—sometimes about his mission, sometimes about nothing at all. Just talking, just being in each other’s presence, felt like enough.

But even as they grew closer, there was always a barrier between them. An unspoken wall neither of them dared to cross.

Eren felt it constantly—the pull toward her, the need to be close to her, to protect her, to let himself feel what he’d been holding back for so long. But the Raid on Liberio was drawing nearer by the day, and he couldn’t afford distractions. There were lives at stake— Aurora’s, his, the people of Paradis—and he couldn’t allow himself the luxury of focusing on his own emotions. Not yet.

And Aurora, though her heart ached with the growing affection she had for Eren, couldn’t bring herself to say anything either. She felt the tension between them, the way Eren’s gaze lingered on her when he thought she wasn’t looking, the subtle softness in his voice when they talked. But like him, she knew the timing wasn’t right. There was too much at stake, too many unknowns. And even if she did tell him how she felt, what if it distracted him from his mission? What if she caused him to falter?

And so, they remained close but distant. Together, but still so far apart.

Eren had noticed the changes in himself over the past few weeks. He had been drinking Aurora’s elixirs daily now, trusting her herbal knowledge implicitly. At first, he hadn’t expected much—maybe a slight boost in energy, something to take the edge off the exhaustion that constantly tugged at him. But as time went on, he realized something had shifted. His stamina had increased significantly, and his ability to recover from fatigue was unlike anything he had experienced before.

More than that, his Titan powers had been enhanced. He had been able to transform twice in succession before, but now, after weeks of consuming the elixirs Aurora had crafted, he could transform up to three times in quick succession without feeling the same crushing fatigue. It was a subtle but monumental shift, one that could change everything when the time came for the Raid.

He hadn’t told Aurora about this development yet—he wasn’t even sure she fully realized how powerful her elixirs had become. But Eren knew this could be the advantage they needed. It made him feel even more indebted to her, more connected to her in a way that went beyond simple companionship.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Eren sat on the small porch of the cabin, watching the sky turn shades of pink and orange. Aurora was inside, preparing dinner, her movements soft and methodical as always. He couldn’t help but glance toward the door every few moments, his thoughts constantly drifting back to her.

The feelings he had for her were overwhelming, growing stronger with each passing day. She wasn’t just the girl he had once known, the one he had thought about for years after she disappeared. She was someone entirely new now—strong, resourceful, and kind in ways that both grounded him and made his heart ache. And yet, he couldn’t let himself act on those feelings. Not now. Not with everything so close to coming to a head.

As he sat there, lost in thought, Aurora stepped out of the cabin, carrying two bowls of soup she had made with the fresh vegetables from her garden. She handed one to him with a soft smile, sitting beside him on the porch as they both watched the sky darken.

“Here,” she said gently, her voice a soothing contrast to the tension in the air. “I used some of the herbs I found near the lake. It should help with your energy.”

Eren took the bowl from her, his fingers brushing hers briefly as he did. He felt a familiar warmth spread through him at the touch, but he quickly looked down at the bowl, focusing on the steam rising from the soup.

“Thanks,” he muttered, his voice a little rougher than he intended.

They ate in comfortable silence for a while, the only sounds coming from the rustle of the wind through the trees and the occasional crackle of the fire inside the cabin. But eventually, Aurora broke the silence, her voice soft but curious.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. “With the elixirs, I mean. Have they been helping?”

Eren paused for a moment, his spoon halfway to his mouth. He hadn’t planned on telling her just yet, but there was no use in hiding it. He set the bowl down on the ground beside him, turning to face her fully.

“They’ve been helping more than I expected,” he admitted, his green eyes meeting hers. “A lot more, actually.”

Aurora tilted her head slightly, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Eren hesitated for a moment before answering. “Since I started drinking them, I’ve been able to transform three times in a row. Before, I could only do it twice. I didn’t think it was possible, but your elixirs… they’ve strengthened me.”

Aurora’s eyes widened, and she stared at him in surprise. “Three times?” she repeated, her voice filled with disbelief. “Eren, that’s… that’s incredible. I didn’t know it would have that kind of effect.”

Eren gave a small, almost reluctant smile. “Neither did I. But it’s real. I can feel the difference. And it’s going to help during the Raid.”

Aurora’s heart swelled with a mix of pride and awe. She had known her elixirs would help him, but she hadn’t realized just how much. To know that her work, her knowledge, had contributed to his strength—it made her feel connected to him in a deeper way than ever before.

“That’s amazing,” she said quietly, her voice filled with genuine admiration. “I’m so glad I could help.”

Eren looked at her for a long moment, the tension between them thickening again. The way her eyes shone with pride, the way her voice softened when she spoke to him—it made his chest tighten. He wanted to tell her everything, to let her know how much she meant to him, how much he cared. But he couldn’t.

Instead, he simply nodded, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than it should have.

“Thank you, Aurora,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “For everything.”

And once again, the unspoken feelings between them lingered in the air, too heavy to ignore but too fragile to address. They sat together as the stars began to fill the sky, both of them aware of the closeness between them but neither daring to take the next step.

Because even though they had grown closer, so much closer, there was still so much at stake.

…

Eren walked the crowded streets of Liberio, his steps slow, deliberate, and limping. His disguise as a wounded Eldian soldier with supposed mental trauma was perfect. He kept his head down, his gaze vacant, as if he were lost in a world of his own misery—just another casualty of war, forgotten by the world. But inside, his mind was sharp, calculating every move, every interaction. He scanned the faces around him, watching, listening. Always gathering information.

The young boy, Falco, had caught his attention a few days ago. He was energetic, eager to help those he saw as fellow Eldians, and—most importantly—he had connections to the Warriors. Falco seemed like the kind of boy who would do anything to help his "comrades," especially someone like Eren, who appeared broken and vulnerable. Eren had already decided that when the time came, he’d use Falco to send secret letters to the Scouts, telling them to come to Liberio under the guise of sending letters to his “family.”

As he walked alongside Falco, who rambled about his hopes of helping his family and becoming a warrior, Eren’s thoughts drifted, sharpening toward the inevitable confrontation with the Tybur family. His face remained passive as the boy spoke, but internally, Eren's mind was racing with the intricacies of his plan.

The War Hammer Titan—the key to ensuring his strength, to solidifying his control over the battlefield during the Raid on Liberio. The Tybur family had hidden the War Hammer Titan’s identity well, but Eren wasn’t fooled. It couldn’t be Willy Tybur, even though he was the head of the family. That would be too obvious, too straightforward. But it had to be someone close to him—someone in his inner circle. Eren had heard whispers of the Tybur family’s influence and wealth, their deep ties to Marleyan aristocracy. But which one of them had the power he needed?

As he walked, his eyes scanned the faces of Marleyans and Eldians alike, though his mind was elsewhere. He remembered the moment he kissed Historia's hand. That memory, buried deep, had shown him glimpses of the future, flickers of events that had yet to unfold. He had seen himself in a lethal confrontation with the War Hammer Titan during the festival the Tybur family was set to host in the coming months.

It’s coming, Eren thought. The festival, the War Hammer Titan… Willy Tybur…

Willy, the man who was so beloved by Marley, the man who claimed to be working toward peace—Eren couldn’t care less about his pretenses. He had already decided. He would eat Willy Tybur first, even if Willy wasn’t the one holding the War Hammer Titan. He would tear through the Tybur family, member by member, until he had the Titan’s power in his hands. He would devour every last one of them if he had to. The thought didn’t bother him. It was necessary.

I’ll rip them apart, he thought coldly, his hands tightening into fists beneath the tattered cloak he wore.

Falco continued to chatter beside him, oblivious to the storm brewing inside Eren’s mind. The boy was loyal to his comrades, to his fellow Eldians—but that loyalty could be twisted, redirected. Eren knew the Scouts would come. They had to. Even though he’d been missing for months, even though they had no idea where he was or what he was doing, they understood that there was no future for Paradis without him. He was their only hope, their only path to survival. And Eren was prepared to manipulate that fact to his advantage.

They would come, whether out of loyalty, desperation, or fear of losing their only chance. He knew it. He’d force them to act. If they didn’t, everything would fall apart. Eren had no other choice but to push them into this war alongside him, even if it meant leading them straight into the chaos of Liberio. They’d follow, even if they hated him for it.

Hange refuses to act, Eren thought bitterly. She can’t see the bigger picture. The only other plan they have is turning Historia into a Titan so I can use the Rumbling for a ‘demonstration.’

The idea disgusted him. Turning Historia, one of the few people who had ever truly understood him, into a Titan just for the sake of a demonstration was a plan he would never accept. It was short-sighted, a temporary solution that might only protect Paradis for a few years before the threat returned, worse than ever. And sacrificing Historia? That wasn’t an option. She was one of the few remaining good people in the world, someone who had refused to let others control her fate. She had chosen to save him back under the Reiss chapel, even when it went against everything Rod Reiss was trying to drill into her.

Eren owed her. He couldn’t let her become just another pawn in this brutal game. He had to protect her, just as she had protected him when he was on the brink of despair.

No, Eren thought fiercely. There won’t be any ‘demonstration.’ I’ll wipe out every last one of them. Every last life beyond Paradis’ shores.

The thought solidified in his mind like a steel wall. A demonstration was pointless. It would only delay the inevitable. If they wanted to survive, they had to crush their enemies completely. They had to remove every threat to Paradis’s existence, and that meant wiping out the world beyond their island. Anything less would be a betrayal of everything he was fighting for.

And then there was Aurora. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, even in the midst of all his plans. When he brought her back to Paradis, he knew there would be backlash. People would question why he had brought her—an outsider, a former slave of Marley—into their world. There would be doubts, fear, suspicion. But if he had Historia’s support, he knew he could shield Aurora from that. Historia was the queen, and her voice carried weight. If she stood by him, if she accepted Aurora, it would make all the difference.

I need Historia’s support, he thought grimly. For Aurora’s sake.

His thoughts drifted back to Aurora, her soft presence in his life. She had been through so much, yet she remained resilient, determined to help him in whatever way she could. The elixirs she’d made for him had been a game-changer, allowing him to push his limits in ways he hadn’t thought possible. She was more than just someone he cared about—she was essential to his mission, to his future.

I’ll protect her, he vowed silently. No matter what.

As he and Falco walked through the streets, Eren glanced at the boy, who was still talking, unaware of the storm of thoughts swirling through Eren’s mind.

“Yes… I’ll need your help soon,” Eren said finally, his voice calm and controlled. Falco turned to him, confused.

“My help?” Falco asked, his brows furrowing.

Eren nodded. “I need to send some letters to my family. They’re probably worried sick about me.”

Falco, always eager to help, nodded enthusiastically. “I can do that! No problem, Mister. Kruger.”

Eren smiled faintly, though his mind was already elsewhere, focused on the letters he would send, on the Scouts who would inevitably come. Everything was falling into place. He just had to stay the course, keep moving forward, no matter the cost.

Because there was no turning back now.

As Eren continued to walk through the streets of Liberio with Falco, his mind drifted once more—this time to thoughts of his half-brother, Zeke Jaeger. He hadn’t seen Zeke in the four years since the Battle of Shiganshina, the day their lives had briefly intersected without either of them truly knowing their connection. Back then, Zeke was nothing more than the enemy, the Beast Titan who had devastated the Scouts, the one who nearly obliterated everything they fought for. Eren could still vividly recall that moment—he and Armin had just taken down Bertholdt, the Colossal Titan, but the battle wasn’t over.

Zeke had appeared, riding on the back of the Cart Titan, his body battered and broken, courtesy of Captain Levi’s relentless assault. Levi had sliced through Zeke, cutting off his limbs with surgical precision, forcing the Beast Titan into a desperate retreat. Zeke had barely escaped with his life, but before he disappeared, he had stopped, locking eyes with Eren. His words still echoed in Eren’s mind, strange and cryptic:

"Someday, I’ll be back to rescue you."

At the time, Eren hadn’t known what Zeke meant. To him, Zeke was simply another enemy—a deadly one, but still just a target to be taken down. He had no idea of the true connection they shared, no idea that Zeke was his elder half-brother. All Eren knew was that Zeke had fought with Marley, that he had destroyed countless lives, and that he needed to be stopped.

But after reading the books his father had left behind in the basement of their home in Shiganshina, everything had changed. The truth about his family, his father’s life, and the history of the Titans had come crashing down on him like a tidal wave. Through his father’s memories, Eren had learned about Zeke’s true identity. He wasn’t just the Beast Titan—he was Grisha’s son from his first marriage, the child born of Dina Fritz, the woman who had been turned into a Titan and had devoured Eren’s mother, Carla.

The weight of that revelation had been staggering. Zeke, the man who had been his enemy, was also the son of the Titan who had caused Eren so much pain, the same woman who had taken his mother from him. And Zeke wasn’t just another Titan shifter—he had royal blood. As the son of Dina Fritz, a member of the royal family, Zeke was the key to unlocking the true power of the Founding Titan.

Eren had known for a while now that in order to fully activate the Founding Titan’s power and use the Rumbling, he needed to make physical contact with a titan of royal blood. He had first realized this during the battle with the Smiling Titan—Dina’s Titan—when he had commanded the other Titans to attack with nothing more than a scream. The blood connection had triggered something deep within him, and he had felt the power of the Founding Titan surge through his veins.

Since then, the knowledge had lingered in the back of his mind: if he could somehow make contact with Zeke, he would be able to unleash the full power of the Founding Titan. And now, with the War Hammer Titan on the horizon, Eren’s plan was clearer than ever. Once the Raid on Liberio was complete, and once he had devoured the War Hammer Titan, his next target would be Zeke.

He knew that after the Raid, Marley would retaliate. They would come to Paradis with everything they had—soldiers, weapons, and Titans, including Zeke. The world couldn’t afford to let Paradis rise as a new power, not with the threat of the Rumbling hanging over them. But Eren wasn’t afraid. In fact, he welcomed it. Because by the time Marley came for them, he would be ready.

By then, he would have the power of the War Hammer Titan in his arsenal, a weapon that could reshape the battlefield in ways no one could predict. The power to create structures, to build weapons—he had seen glimpses of it in his father’s memories, and he knew it would be invaluable in the battles to come. But more than that, Eren had already decided what needed to happen. When Marley brought Zeke to Paradis, Eren would make contact with him. And once that happened, it would be over.

It’ll be game over for everyone.

He could feel it in his bones—the inevitability of the coming confrontation. Zeke’s royal blood would be the key to triggering the full force of the Rumbling, an army of colossal Titans hidden within the walls of Paradis, ready to be unleashed upon the world. And Eren knew exactly what he was going to do with that power.

He would wipe out every last life beyond Paradis’ shores.

Everything is falling into place, Eren thought, his mind calm but resolute. I just have to keep moving forward.

Falco’s voice broke through his thoughts, and Eren glanced down at the boy, who was still talking, completely unaware of the storm of plans and strategies swirling in Eren’s mind.

“Hey, Mister Kruger, are you okay? You look like you’re thinking really hard about something,” Falco said, his youthful voice filled with concern.

Eren blinked, snapping back to the present. He offered the boy a small smile, shaking his head. “I’m fine,” he said, his voice steady. “Just thinking about my family.”

Falco nodded, looking relieved. “Well, if you need help with those letters, I’ll be happy to deliver them! Just tell me when.”

Eren nodded, his mind already moving ahead to the next steps. “I’ll let you know soon. Thanks, Falco.”

As they continued walking, Eren’s thoughts drifted back to the plan. Soon, everything would come together. The War Hammer Titan, Zeke, the Rumbling. And then, no one would ever dare threaten Paradis again.

…

Back at the cabin, the atmosphere was calm, the air crisp with the scent of pine and herbs. Aurora had just finished her daily chores—tending to the small garden, gathering herbs, and tidying the cabin. Her mind, as always, was focused on her next experiment. With the tools Eren had managed to secure for her, including a few syringes and a basic first aid kit, she had been able to elevate her experiments. Eren had encouraged her to keep working on her herbal mixtures, and she had thrown herself into it, determined to find new ways to help him and possibly the scouts when the time came.

Today, she had been working on something new. While her elixirs had proven useful for Eren’s fatigue, she wanted to create something more immediate—something that could relieve stress in an instant, something that could soothe the mind and body, especially in the midst of combat or heavy tension. The mixture she was working on was one she had been fine-tuning for weeks, using herbs known for their calming properties. She hoped this one would be the breakthrough she needed.

A small bird had landed near the cabin earlier, weak and seemingly in distress. Aurora had carefully caught it, her heart going out to the fragile creature. She decided to test her newest creation on it, reasoning that if it could calm the bird’s stress, it could work on a human as well. Her hands moved swiftly and carefully as she prepared the syringe, drawing the pale liquid into the needle. The bird sat in a small wooden box, its fragile body trembling slightly.

Aurora approached slowly, murmuring softly to calm the bird. She didn’t want to hurt it—only to help. She carefully injected the bird with the serum, her heart beating with a mixture of hope and anxiety.

But then, almost immediately, something went wrong.

The bird twitched violently, its small body convulsing in her hands. Aurora’s eyes widened in horror as the bird began to spasm uncontrollably, its wings flapping erratically. Her breath caught in her throat, panic surging through her as she watched helplessly. “No, no, no…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please, no…”

The convulsions lasted only a few seconds, but to Aurora, it felt like an eternity. And then, just as suddenly as it had started, the bird stilled. It lay motionless in her hands, its small chest no longer rising and falling. Aurora stared at it, her heart sinking with the crushing realization of what had just happened.

The bird was dead.

Her hands shook as she gently set the bird down on the table, her eyes wide with disbelief. How had this happened? The mixture was supposed to be harmless—a simple stress reliever. She had used herbs that were known for their calming effects, ones that had been used in remedies for centuries. But something had gone horribly wrong. Instead of calming the bird, she had killed it.

Aurora took a step back, her heart pounding in her chest as a wave of guilt and horror washed over her. The bird’s small, lifeless body lay still on the table, a stark reminder of her failure. She hadn’t meant for this to happen. She had only wanted to help, to create something useful, something that could ease Eren’s burdens and maybe even save lives in the future. But instead, she had created something lethal.

Her hands trembled as she reached for the vial containing the rest of the mixture, staring at the liquid inside with a mix of fear and confusion. What had she done wrong? What ingredient had caused this reaction? She had been so careful, so precise. She had tested each component individually, and none of them had shown any signs of being dangerous.

But together… together, they had created something deadly.

Aurora felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to cry. She couldn’t afford to be emotional about this. She needed to figure out what had gone wrong, to understand why the mixture had become so dangerous. But as she stood there, staring at the lifeless bird, a deep sense of dread settled over her.

What if she had tested this on a person? What if she had given this to Eren?

The thought made her stomach turn. If Eren had taken this mixture, if she had given it to him in the hope of easing his stress, it could have killed him. The very idea made her feel sick, her heart pounding painfully in her chest. She had been so focused on helping him, so desperate to do something useful, that she hadn’t stopped to consider the potential risks.

Aurora sank into the chair by the table, her mind racing with a mixture of fear and regret. She had never intended for this to happen. She had always believed in the sanctity of life, always wanted to use her skills to heal and protect, never to harm. But now, she had inadvertently created a deadly poison, and it terrified her.

She glanced at the vial again, her mind swirling with questions. What would she do now? She couldn’t keep experimenting with this mixture—not until she understood what had gone wrong. But part of her was afraid to even touch it again. What if she made another mistake? What if the next time, it wasn’t a bird, but someone she cared about?

Aurora buried her face in her hands, her body trembling with the weight of her realization. She had failed. And that failure could have cost someone their life.

…

When Eren opened the door to the cabin that evening, the first thing he noticed was the heavy, tense atmosphere hanging in the air. The usual warmth and calm of their home felt off, and it didn’t take long for him to figure out why. Aurora, who always greeted him with a soft smile or a simple acknowledgment when he returned, was seated at the small table, frantically flipping through the pages of her notebook. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with a mix of panic and exhaustion, and her hair, usually so meticulously tied back, was in disarray.

She didn’t even look up when he stepped inside. Her fingers moved rapidly across the pages, and Eren could hear her muttering to herself under her breath, almost as if she was trying to reason through something, but the tremble in her voice gave away her distress.

“Aurora?” Eren said quietly, shutting the door behind him.

She didn’t respond, her eyes glued to her notes as she scribbled something down, only to cross it out a second later. Eren frowned, his concern deepening. He set his things down and took a step toward her, his voice firmer this time. “Aurora.”

At the sound of his voice, she flinched slightly, finally tearing her gaze away from her notebook. Her wide, ice-blue eyes met his, and Eren’s chest tightened at the sight of the panic written all over her face.

“Eren…” she whispered, her voice shaky. “I—I messed up.”

Eren’s frown deepened as he moved closer, pulling up a chair beside her. He could see the exhaustion in her posture, the way her hands trembled slightly as she clutched her notebook. “What happened?” he asked gently, though his voice held a note of urgency. He had never seen Aurora like this before.

Aurora took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but her thoughts were racing too fast for her to focus. “I was… I was working on something new,” she began, her voice tight. “A stress reliever. I thought it would help you—help us. But something went wrong, Eren. I tested it on a bird I found, and… it died.”

Eren’s eyes flicked to the small table, and for the first time, he noticed the tiny, lifeless body of the bird lying on a cloth beside her notes. His stomach clenched at the sight, but he kept his gaze steady on Aurora, who looked on the verge of breaking down.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” she continued, her voice cracking slightly. “I thought I had everything right. I tested each herb, I was so careful, but when I put them together… it created something deadly. I killed that bird, Eren. It—it could have been you.”

The last words came out in a choked whisper, and Eren could see the guilt and fear in her eyes. Her hands shook as she ran them through her hair, pulling at the strands in frustration.

“I don’t know what went wrong,” she said, her voice breaking. “I’ve been going through my notes all day, trying to figure it out, but I don’t understand. What if I had given it to you? What if—” She stopped, her breath hitching as the full weight of her fears settled over her.

Eren’s heart tightened at the sight of her so distraught, so shaken. He could see how deeply this affected her, how much she had been carrying the weight of this mistake. Without thinking, he reached out, placing his hand gently on her shoulder.

“Aurora,” he said softly, his voice calm but firm. “It’s okay.”

She shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. “No, it’s not. I could have killed you. I thought I was helping, but I—”

“You didn’t kill me,” Eren interrupted gently, his voice steady. “You didn’t give me the mixture. You tested it first. You were careful.”

Aurora stared at him, her eyes shimmering with tears, her expression filled with guilt and doubt. “But if I hadn’t tested it…”

“But you did,” Eren said, his tone firm. “You tested it, Aurora. You made sure it was safe before doing anything else. You didn’t take any unnecessary risks.” He glanced at the bird for a moment, then back at her. “And as much as I understand you feel responsible for this, you didn’t fail. You’re trying to help, and that’s what matters.”

Aurora wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, her breath coming in shaky bursts. “But what if I fail again?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. “What if I hurt someone next time? I don’t know what I did wrong, Eren. I don’t know if I’ll ever figure it out.”

Eren leaned in slightly, his hand still resting gently on her shoulder. “You won’t hurt anyone,” he said quietly, his eyes softening as he spoke. “Because you’ll figure it out. I know you will. You’re careful, and you care. That’s why I trust you.”

Aurora stared at him, her heart pounding at the sincerity in his voice. The guilt still weighed heavily on her, but Eren’s calm presence made it easier to breathe, easier to think. He wasn’t angry with her. He wasn’t upset or disappointed. If anything, he seemed relieved that she had taken precautions.

“I just don’t want to hurt anyone,” she murmured, her voice filled with emotion.

Eren nodded, his gaze soft but determined. “I know. And you won’t. You’re too careful for that.” He paused for a moment, his eyes searching hers. “Aurora, we’re living in a world where everything is dangerous. Where every step we take is a risk. You didn’t mean for this to happen. And the fact that you’re trying this hard to find something that can help—it means more to me than you know.”

Aurora’s chest tightened at his words, and she bit her lip, trying to hold back more tears. “I’m sorry, Eren. I was so scared… I didn’t know what to do.”

Eren gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. “You don’t have to do this alone,” he said softly. “I’m here. And if you need help, we’ll figure it out together.”

Aurora nodded slowly, feeling some of the weight lifting from her shoulders. She took a deep, shaky breath, her fingers brushing lightly over the pages of her notebook. She still had so much to figure out, but with Eren beside her, it didn’t feel as overwhelming anymore.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude.

Eren gave her a small smile, one that softened his usual stern expression. “Anytime.”

And as the evening settled around them, the cabin felt just a little bit warmer.

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