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[unhclygrovnd]

@campusbcys liked for a starter.

"Please tell me this isn't one of those I need you to change my grade scenarios because frankly--" Andrew looked up from the paper he was grading. Frustration was clear on his face, although not directed at the young man standing before him. "With how many absences you have, I don't think there's anything I can do."

[bamfkeeper]

Imagine a jealous Kurt with me...got it? Minors dni, 18+ under cut.

A pouty, silent tantrum Kurt, but also a Kurt who wants everyone to know you're his and completely goes wild. Two varying reactions but two amazing scenarios because I think he can absolutely be either or.

Warnings: Jealous Kurttt, oral (reader receiving), unprotected sex, random mentions of religion, afab reader, my brief thoughts turned out longer than I thought they would, not editedddd ignore mistakes.

WC: 2.7k

Imagine Kurt sees one of the male mutants having a conversation with you, it's harmless enough. Nothing inappropriate is being said, you aren't being strange and the mutant seems interested in the topic. That is until he becomes more and more eager to talk to you.

It seems like a daily thing now, maybe you're too shy to tell him off or too naïve to realize he is flirting rather than just being very friendly. But Kurt notices instantly. He knows you wouldn't let this happen if you knew how it was affecting him, but he always tells you to speak to whomever you like, he isn't a jealous guy.

He pouts quietly as he sees the mutant giving you a flower because it 'reminded him of you' or something along those lines. only Kurt should be giving you flowers. Why did he think it was okay?

The blue mutant walked over to you, huffing under his breath. When he reaches you, his posture seems to relax in the closeness of your presence, his tail twitched behind him and instinctively wrapped itself around you. "Was ist das, liebe?" he pointed to the obvious flower you held, his voice soft and barely above a mutter. You just turn and give him a small smile, unaware of his inner turmoil.

"Warren gave me a flower, isn't it pretty?" you reply, giving Kurt a better view of the flower you held. Kurt bit his tongue and gave a small smile, nodding silently. When the other mutant left, you could tell something was dampening his mood. "What is it, baby...you don't seem yourself." you observed how he seemed to have the body language of a scolded child still mad he couldn't have a cookie.

"Nichts." he whispered, his tone having a hint of sharpness to it, not directed at you, but the other mutant who thought they could just come over here and charm you like that. However, you've dated Kurt for long enough to see through his little façade. "Don't give me that, Kurt. What's going on?" you pressed, your eyes scanning his body and taking in every little detail. You could feel his tail tighten around your ankle.

"Are you jealous?" you asked plainly, making him bristle, his tail whipped behind him. "N-Nein! I am not!" he insisted and turned his head slightly, his brow furrowing. His cheeks were tinted and you knew how he was feeling. Kurt had a hard time with himself every now and then, being around other mutants who looked different helped how he saw himself. But every so often, he does wish he wasn't blue and fuzzy and devilish.

"Kurt, precious...there's nothing to worry about. You think I'd ever leave you?" your hand brushed up his cheek, cradling it lovingly. "I love you, I adore you, no one is going to swoop in and take me away. I promise." you cooed. "Especially not Warren of all people." you added with a soft chuckle, trying to humor the situation a bit and ease the tension.

This, however, wasn't good enough for Kurt. He leaned in, his arms wrapped around you and he buried his face in your neck. You held him in return, assuming he just needed a close hug. You could feel his lips press into your neck, so you exposed it a little more to him. You tilted your head, letting out a content hum.

Kurt placed kisses along your neck and held you tighter, his tail wrapped tightly around you. "Kurt," you began, but your voice was lost when he bit a sweet spot on your sensitive flesh and suckled. Your eyes snapped open, the sudden suckling caught you off guard. Your lips art as a soft moan escapes them, you didn't expect this from Kurt at all.

"What are you...doing..." you managed, your fingers tangling into his curls, gently scratching the back of his head. It felt so good, and he kept sucking until it stung. When he pulled back, he groaned and looked at the dark mark he left on you. His golden eyes shooting you a quick glance.

"Du bist mein," he rasped, his lips grazing over your ear when he spoke. The way his voice sounded made you shiver, he sounded needy but he also had a gravelly pit that came out as he spoke. "Everyone will know it now." he pulled back, feeling proud of himself for leaving a dark mark on your neck.

You felt over it and smiled at him, "You were jealous." your voice was playful and teasing, making him pout a little. "That's okay, if it means you get like this, then I don't mind. Just remember what I said, okay?" you reassured and pressed your lips to his cheek.

He's pretty tame for the most part like that. But imagine a more possessive Kurt?? Not so much pouty and subtle. Imagine him pulling you off or teleporting you somewhere private where he could really let loose.

He grabs your hand, watching Warren walk away and he looked down at the flower you had. He felt ill to it, it wasn't the flower's fault, but he didn't like where it came from at all. "Liebe." he muttered, pushing you back onto the bed, his hands hooking into your bottoms and yanking them off in the process. His room was so cozy, he was a cleanly man. He learned to be in the circus, only having a few things that got lost easy, so he was pretty organized.

Your train of thought was interrupted when he crawled over you, his eyes glowing softly in the dark room as he stared down, his gaze raking over your body. He was breathing a little heavier, and you blinked up at him. Before you could speak, you felt his tail snake up your leg, coiling around you and jerking your leg to the side. His hand grabbed your other leg and pulled it so you were spread.

"Was denkt er wer er ist..." he grumbled to himself, "Du gehörst mir, Liebling, niemand sonst." he used his free hand to pull your underwear off, quickly spreading your legs again. With you exposed to him, you had no time to speak when his lips pressed into yours with a possessive need. His usual tender kisses contrasted to this new side of him you hadn't seen before.

"Mein." he growled against you, his tongue quickly slithering into your mouth and staked his claim. When he pulled back, he moved down your body, feeling your chest rise and fall. "Kurt, what's gotten into you..." you asked, almost breathless while he trailed down your body. His lips pressing against your neck, a hot trail left behind while his path lowered further.

He reaches your breasts, pausing long enough to give each nipple a hard suckle and swipe of his tongue. A gasp escapes your lips when you feel him suck on you before he continued his way down to where he wanted. He settled between your legs, staring at you. "I'd like to see him get this far." he muttered, almost bitterly.

His mouth connected to your core, his tongue immediately began lapping at you. His hands gripped your legs tightly, your eyes widened as he began to bury into your pussy like he was a starved man. He lapped and sucked, his tongue pushing inside you and feeling your inner walls.

You were a moaning mess, you tried to form a coherent sentence but found you were unable to. His tail moved from your leg and wrapped around your body, the slow coil making you shiver as goosebumps erupted from your skin. The tip of the spade rounded up between your breasts and played with one of your nipples. He could so expertly move his tail...you felt completely overwhelmed in such a good way.

"Oh my god...Kurt..." you finally managed to spit out something, and he just continued. His tongue pulled out of you, his eyes lifting to make contact with yours.

"Lord will forgive me..." he muttered to himself, his focus now on your clit, swollen and needy. His thumb lifted the skin slightly to expose it more to him, his finger tapping it gently. You whined loudly, each tiny touch sending shoots of pleasure up your spine.

"This is where you need me...isn't it, schatz?" he whispered, "You look like you do. It is swelling quite a bit...isn't it?" he let his tongue cup it before he let his tongue drag over it. When you let out a whine, he pulled back. "I know what you need. I always do, don't I?" he asked, pressing a kiss just above where you wanted him the most.

"Y-yes....please, Kurt..." you muttered between breaths, "I need you there, please," you mentally cursed him, he was doing this on purpose.

"You plead beautifully." he leaned down and he attached his lips to your clit, he began to suckle immediately and didn't bother letting you adjust this time. Your eyes shot open as he latched to it like a suction, his tongue swiping over it as he sucked on your bud.

The pressure from his suckling made you squirm, but his arms held you firmly as he continued to nurse on your clit. You could feel your pussy leaking arousal, getting wetter by the second from his behavior. His saliva trailed down your folds and soaked the sheets under you. He continued his ministrations, feeling you were getting close to your climax.

When you did cum, it felt white hot, and your back arched off the bed as you let out sinful noises. "Yesyesyes, Kurt! Don't stop, ooh fuck!" you spewed naughty words that were like a symphony to his ears. He made you feel that, and it made him swell with pride. He didn't stop, even when your climax was over, your bud became so, so sensitive. You squirmed as he kept himself glued to your clit.

"Ah, baby...please, nngh...fuck, I-I'm sensitive...AH!" you felt his tail tighten around you, and he popped off your clit. He licked his lips, his mouth and chin clearly glossy. That damned grin of his. He still hovered, his fingers spread you open so he could lay a sloppy kiss to your cunt, and he gave one last teasing suckle that made you yelp before he finally left your poor clit alone.

You were a mess, your hair all over the place, your cheeks flushed red and your legs remained spread open. Your chest heaved as you calmed down, now taking deeper breaths as you slowly recovered. "Kurt...wh...what was all that about...you've never been so..."

Before you could finish, you could feel something larger press against you, his swollen cock pulsing and rubbing up and down your folds. He kicked his leg out behind him, shaking off the rest of his suit as he positioned better. "Warren will never get this with you, he can give you as many flowers as he wants."

You whined and looked down, he pushed himself inside you with a single thrust, letting out a grunt as you squeezed his cock. You moaned loudly and gripped the bedsheets, the sudden feeling of being full was overwhelming. He pulled back and thrusted once, twice, then started his rhythm.

His cock thrusted in and out of you at a quick pace, his hips being driven hard into you as he grunted with each one. "Mine, you're mine," he growled against your skin, "Niemand außer mir kann dich haben." he groaned and sat up more, watching how his cock pushed into you.

"You swallow me...look at it. Look how you squeeze me, liebe...you love this, don't you?" he asked in a raspy tone, panting as his hair became a little more messy from the thrusts. "You are so warm, you feel like soft velvet." he praised as his hips jutted in again, his pace set on being hard.

You could feel his head brush that sweet, spongy spot inside that sent waves of hot pleasure through your entire body. You mewled out loudly, your arms clinging to him. "Nngh right there!" you managed through your moans.

"Is that the sweet spot? Right there?" he teased lightly, "Such sweet noises from you, you make me such a sinner, you know that?" he groaned in your ear and thrusted harder, his cock head brushed into that sweet spot every time, caressing it and coating it in his hot precum.

He felt himself grow close to his orgasm, he moved over you more and drove himself farther. His tail lashed behind him as he panted against your neck, his sharp teeth nipping your sensitive skin. He marked your neck up in bites and bruises while your cervix ached from his thrusts.

"Come for me again, I feel you getting closer. You are squeezing me tighter..." he whispered against you, "Does your pretty bud need my attention again?" he nipped your jaw and his thumb traveled down between your legs, lightly rubbing circles on your swollen clit.

You could barely even think. The way he was fogging your mind and making your body react was so intense, you clung onto him and spewed begging and moaning at him. "Please, Kurt, I'm s'close...need more, j-just a little more..." you bit his neck as you felt your eyes prickling with tears, it felt so damn good.

Your orgasm hit you and it felt like you jumped from a plane, it was a feeling of overwhelming adrenaline and ecstasy, you couldn't help but scream against his neck, your pussy gripped him like a vice and he held you even tighter. "That's it, liebling, let it out, come for me," he whispered encouragingly and he gave one more hard thrust, his cock twitched as it kissed your cervix and unloaded into you.

You felt his cum drizzling out, filling you up as his thrusts stopped, you both panted together and he sat up more, letting you go to lay down better on the bed. He gazed down at you, his mouth slightly agape as he panted, but quickly regained his breathing. You looked so beautiful blissed out like this, he wished he could keep this image in his mind forever.

"Was I too rough, liebling?" he asked softly, his brow knit with some worry, and his tail loosened around you. It uncoiled from your body and stroked up and down your leg. You shook your head, still somewhat in a daze and recovering from the orgasm he gave you.

"No...no, you just haven't ever been so...intense?" you tried to find the right word as you tried to regulate your breathing again, but it was clear he really wore you out. He was always so passionate but with a gentle intimacy to it. This time seemed that he was driven by something other than his love for you. You looked at him and smiled, "You were jealous~" you teased, making his tail halt.

"Nein..." he grumbled, crossing his arms. "Is it a crime to show more fire to my lover?" he tried to disguise his jealousy, but you knew better. His cheeks were only slightly blushed, but you could get him to lose it if you chose your words right. Your pussy ached at the thought of a jealous Kurt pounding into you. You love how sweet and sensual he is, but having him fuck you sounded so good right now.

"Did Warren upset you?" you cooed, sitting up and smiling at him. "Did you get jealous because he was talking to me? That he gave me a flower?"

"You are beautiful, liebling...I know you have admirers...but I guess seeing someone like Warren be one of them just made me feel...different." he said softly, "He knows you're mine, why would he give you a flower like that?" he looked back up at you.

"Sounds like you're still a bit jealous." you poked his belly teasingly. "How can I make you feel better?" you asked softly, "You know I'm only interested in you, don't you?"

"Ja, I do...sometimes I just don't feel too good." he shrugged. He felt a little more vulnerable, and the need for you only grew again. His hands held your hips and pushed you back on the bed. "I will make sure everyone here knows you are mine." he said confidently, "You will be screaming for me and we might get a noise complaint, but that is besides the point."

You braced for him again, and felt his lips collide with yours as you started all over again.

You did, in fact, get a noise complaint.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

dividers by @/adornedwithlight

[annwrites]

⸻ a call to arms. part five.

· pairing: jacaerys velaryon x dragonseed!reader · type: part of a series · summary: you & jace hide yourselves away in a familiar alcove after a morning tiff. · word count: 3,286

When you wake the next morn, you feel in at least slightly better spirits.

You’d, after your 'incident' with Jace, sent the coin he’d given you to your family in King’s Landing, writing for them to send notice to you as soon as possible, informing you that they've received it.

Once you’ve broken your fast and dressed, you emerge from your chambers, wanting for an early-morning walk along the beach…only to be greeted by an unfamiliar guard outside your door.

“Where…where is Ser Myles?”

He bows his head to you. “I believe he has been reassigned, My Lady.”

You blink up at the strange man before you, anger quickly flooding your every sense.

You head directly for Jacaerys’ room.

Jace is interrupted from breaking his fast by a loud pounding on his door.

He panics, immediately worried that, mayhaps, it is Baela. 

What if she knows of last night—what nearly occurred between the two of you? What if she has come to call off their betrothal? Gods, what in Seven fucking Hells had he been thinking? What has he been since your first meeting but a couple of nights ago?

When you’re near, he finds himself unable to think straight. You cloud his judgements. Rather, force him to think with only one part of himself—and it is most certainly not with what sits between his ears, but rather his legs.

He stands, walking toward the door—lightly jumping when the pounding begins again. He wrenches it open—ready to loose his sharp tongue on whomever has forgotten their manners so early in the morn, only to be immediately cut off by you barging into his chambers.

“Where is he?” You ask acidically, swiftly swinging round to him, your loose silver hair falling over your shoulders. 

His mouth tugs into a frown.

The pleasant girl from last night has clearly fled him once again, instead replaced by one filled with fire.

“You’ll need be more specific, I’m afraid,” he replies cooly.

You take a step closer, your hands balled into tight fists at your sides, your nostrils flared. “Ser Myles, my guard. Where is he?”

He grits his teeth. “He has been reassigned.”

“To whom?” You spit.

“Not to whom, but to where,” he states flatly.

You seethe. “You sent him away.”

“I did. He was no longer suited to his role here as your protector.”

“Because he dared touch me, as if I did not do it back?” You ask with a raised brow and a hammering heart.

He takes a small step toward you, and then another. “You barely knew him. Why does it matter?”

His brow twitches in irritation. “Unless it was more than just a few ‘innocent’ touches which were shared. Mayhaps...”

He grins then, chuckling darkly, shaking his head.

“What?” You bark with vehemence. 

He steps closer, followed by another step and another, while you back up, glancing behind you, the wall on the right side of the room growing ever-closer.

“It is just your nature, isn’t it? I should’ve known as much the night last when you encouraged me to…to dishonor my betrothed.”

Your jaw falls slightly open. 

“You can’t help yourself. A wanton woman who can think only with that which is between her le—”

You slap him.

Slowly, he turns back in your direction, watching silently as tears slip down your cheeks and your chin wobbles.

“I am not the only one to blame,” you say between sobs.

His face falls slightly at the state of you. Of his own causing, no less.

“He was my friend. He was like me: lowborn. I’d found someone to talk to, and you took him away from me. Leaving me left with only the likes of you. If you wish for someone to blame for what we did, you should first take a look in the mirror, and remember whom it was who summoned whom to sup with them.”

He remains silent, only breathing steadily as he continues to stare at you.

“Jealousy and pride is no excuse to treat people as you do: disposable, lesser than, inconsequential.”

You step closer, jutting your chin upward as you stare into his brown eyes. “We are many. It is all of you who is few. You should remember that for when you are one day king, and inevitably go a step too far.”

You turn, heading for the door, slamming it behind you.

You find a quiet spot on the beach where you turn your back to your new guard and cry. 

You refuse to even speak to him. Not because you do not wish to, but because you are afraid of what may happen to him if you try.

No place is safe here.

You are filled with immeasurable guilt. For Myles—losing his position here is all your fault. Had the two of you never met, he would still be in his position. And for Baela. 

You could see it yesterday when she looked at the two of you, could hear it in her tone—the worry that Jacaerys looks upon you in a way he should not. 

She deserves better than someone like him, you’re sure. Then again, she, too, is highborn. Most like, she sees you just as he does.

As they all do.

You hate it here.

You don’t bother coming in, even when you begin to shiver from being cold. You merely sit and stare at the endless expanse of sea that lies before you.

You know your guard must be growing tired, but when you had tried telling him that if he would like to go inside he may, he’d merely told you his post was protecting you.

So you drift away in your thoughts, returning to your small abode in King's Landing, pretending you are sat upon a rocking chair, your little girl in your lap as she snacks on pastries you've made for her as you tell her stories.

Mayhaps you should instead steal away on Silverwing, as opposed to remaining here. Offer yourself to the Greens. At least that way, you will be closer to home.

You cannot support a family such as this. Neither of them deserve that which they fight for.

You wrap your arms round yourself, debating.

Jacaerys had given you a bit of time after your morning tiff in hopes that you would cool down.

He, himself, has felt in a daze in the hours since—your heated words going round and round within his mind.

And the heartbroken look he had instilled upon your face... His own had deserved to sting in return when you repaid him for his offensive accusations.

And now he treads the beach in search of you.

He is unsure what he means to do when he finds you.

More lessons in High Valyrian? Gods know you need further tutoring.

Another flying lesson upon Silverwing? He is sure you do not wish to be so close to him again.

Not today, at the very least.

Just as he begins to consider turning round and going back inside, he spots you sitting atop a small boulder, your guard at your back as you stare at the sea that lies before you with a solemn, blank expression.

You look...pale. And you shiver from the cold.

Now he has driven you even from feeling welcome in the castle where you should instead be, finding warmth.

Not that he's sure you ever did feel welcome to begin with.

All his fault...

When he meets your guard's eyes, he motions for him to return to the castle, and the man bows his head in return before turning round to leave.

You do not even notice his sudden absence.

Nor do you notice as Jacaerys stalks ever-closer.

Not until he is draping a warm cloak round your shoulders do you realize his presence.

Your head shoots up, and you quickly scowl, promptly standing.

You throw off his metaphorical olive branch, quickly marching in the other direction.

"Stop," he calls to you, retrieving his cloak, jogging to catch up to you.

You keep your mouth clamped firmly shut, refusing to speak to him.

"Please stop. I only wish to—"

You skip ahead a few steps, nearly tripping over your skirts you're so eager to create distance between you and he.

He lets out a low curse, spots an opportunity off to the side, then swiftly reaches forward, taking your hand in an iron-tight grip as he pulls you alongside him into a familiar alcove.

"Let go of me!" You shout, trying desperately to yank yourself free of him.

He holds firm, refusing to let you escape him as he hides the two of you away round a corner.

He pushes you back against a stone wall, desperate to make you listen, until you slap his face again, tears running down your own.

"I hate you! I cannot stand the sight of you! Being near you is unbearable! You royal arse!"

You begin pounding tiny fists against his chest, trying to push him away, until he has reached his limit, and he pins your arms to the wall behind you, just the same as before.

"I'm sorry!" He shouts.

You quiet then, staring up at him with vehemence.

"For all of it. My beastly behavior since we met. It has been..." He shakes his head. "Un-princely of me. I just..."

He cannot say it—that he both envies your looks, while they are also simultaneously the reason he lusts after you. And that you have figured him out with ease time and again. His insecurities over someone like you claiming a dragon, which he had thought made him special to have. And someone like you somehow being more worldly than he—a royal prince.

You know more than him, and it had stoked his ire time and again with how...mature you seem. Making him feel a child in return.

But that same maturity... Gods, how he longs to see you exemplify it again and again.

"You just what?" You spit, pushing back against him, though it does you little good.

There is a brief silence which hangs between you, until he comes closer, the familiar feel of his erection becoming present as he presses it to your abdomen.

"I want you."

You roll your eyes. "As I am well-aware. The feeling is not returned, I assure you. Now, let me—"

"Gods, you're fucking impossible, aren't you?"

"Me?! You've no idea what you want. Me, or Baela, or—"

He crushes his lips to yours while you squeal and squirm against him. And then you clamp down on his lower lip, drawing blood.

He wrenches himself away, but still holds firm to you.

"You just...you just bit me!" He cries in shock.

"Try that again and I'll do it again," you seethe.

He sneers, squeezing your wrists impossibly tighter.

"Fine. Then I shall..." He pauses.

Is he truly about to do this?

He glances to the side—the direction of where the alcove's entrance lies—then back to you.

He releases you, kneeling.

"What're you—"

"Teach me," he says, blinking up at you.

And you stare down at him, taken aback, quickly cooling.

"Teach..."

He reaches beneath your skirts, sliding a warm hand up your calf.

"Teach me how to please you. Allow me to show you how truly sorry I am in this...other way," he says with a slight smirk.

"I have taught you much these last few days. It is time, mayhaps, you return the favor."

He slides his hand higher. "It will, after all, be for your own benefit, at least."

He presses a soft kiss to your stomach, over your dress. "Allow me to please you."

You swallow nervously. "Jace..."

His face slowly falls and he glances away, softly shaking his head. "Foolish," he whispers. "Forgive me—"

You shakes your head, not wishing to humiliate him. Not when it comes to this. Even if he mayhaps deserves to be hurt in return for how he did the same just this morn.

"No, it's just... How am I to trust that I...consent, and you do not, once again, throw it back in my face, just as you did with what occurred between us last night?"

He slides his hand up the back of your thigh. "You have me on my knees. Begging you to allow me to pleasure you. You need more reassurance that you have me at your mercy now?"

Your lip twitches. Oh, Gods, this is so very strange.

"What do you... I mean, there are many things..." You stumble over your words, searching for that which you mean to ask.

His eyes trail down your body before settling on that which is directly before him—hidden beneath skirts of his own selection.

"I would use my mouth, Y/N, if it please you."

"What of...Baela? Or... If this is your first experience, are you sure you—"

"I know what I want. And I know that it is you. Here. Now. Will you not allow me this most singular indulgence?"

Your heart pounds between your breasts and all sensations of cold have fled your body, instead replaced by a blooming warmth spreading across your electrified skin.

Finally, you nod.

And he smiles.

He reaches to the hem of your skirt, pushing it upwards, and you take it from him, holding it above your waist as he hooks his fingers under the waistband of your smallclothes, easing them down your thighs until they're pooled round your shoes.

You step out of them and he tucks them into his pocket before taking your bare hips in either of his hands, staring at your glistening cunt with wide eyes.

He licks his lips, swallowing thickly.

He gazes up at you once again. "How do I... What do I do, exactly?"

You nearly burst into a fit of nervous giggles, but use all your strength to fight the feeling down.

"Do you see...um...that small, fleshy hood—so to speak?"

He reaches forward, pulling it upwards, nodding, revealing a small pink pearl beneath.

"That—what you've just...revealed is what gives a woman her...pleasure."

He grins. "I believe I know all I need for the moment being."

And with that, he dives between your thighs, planting his full mouth openly against your sex, beginning to suck and run his tongue between your hot folds.

You throw your head back, sucking in a sharp gasp as your eyes flutter closed.

You quickly thread your fingers tightly in his dark curls, tugging his face impossibly closer to your sex.

You release a shuddering breath, sighing his name. "Jace..."

He reaches up, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder before he bends his neck to the side, diving ever-deeper with his tongue, desperate to fuck you with it.

He spreads your lips with his fingers, running his tongue along your dripping entrance, moaning against your heat.

"Gods, Jace, just like that."

His lip twitches, glad for your approval.

He kisses you sloppily, making loud, wet, smacking noises against your cunt—his cock straining painfully against his breeches all the while.

Palming himself over them only serves to makes the pain all the worse.

He breaks from you, staring up at you from under hooded lids—his face now slick from your arousal.

"May I untie my breeches, My Lady?"

Your brow twitches? He...he wants your permission to give himself relief?

"Y-yes, of course."

He nods, just once. "Thank you."

Your brows shoot up at his reply, watching as he tugs desperately against black leather strings. Finally, he reveals himself: long and hard, and the pink tip weeping with seed.

He does not stroke himself even once before he returns his full attentions, instead, to you.

And it is with fervor that he does.

He slurps and gasps and moans loudly in the back of his throat as he dines upon the most delectable part of you.

"Gods," he mutters against your mound. "You're so beautiful. Mm, and delicious."

He spreads your labia again, kneeling even lower as he flicks his tongue repeatedly against your pulsating entrance—dragging his speared tip back and forth, back and forth...

You gasp, clenching his curls tightly in both of your fists before pushing his face back against where you most want his mouth to be: against your clit.

"My clit—that...part I—"

He finds it instantly.

"Oh, Gods, good boy, Jace!"

He growls against you, his ministrations turning animalistic as he sucks and sucks against it, flicking his tongue, doing his utmost to please and tease.

You release his hair, tugging down the top of your gown, revealing your naked breasts before gathering your skirts again just as they've begun to slip over his head.

You want to see him.

Want to watch what he's doing to you.

Or, mayhaps, you are doing to him.

"Your fingers...slip two of them inside of me."

He does as instructed, easing them between your tight walls. The sensation he finds to be most unexpected: they are hot as fire, warm and wet and squishy, and utterly delightful.

Now he sees what all the fuss is about.

"Curl them upwards," you say between sighs.

He does.

"Now massage."

Slowly, he makes a beckoning motion with them and you gasp loudly, your eyes popping open.

"Yes, just like that. Good, you're doing so well!"

He pushes his face against your stomach—his nose pressed so hard into it that he can hardly breathe. So, he instead gasps for breath between your legs between long sucks and pleasant licks.

You bite your lower lip and Jace assumes he's most-certainly doing something right when those velvet walls begin to clench quickly around his soaked digits—your arousal so much that it's now running down his palm.

"Yes, yes, Jace, just like—oh, Gods, good boy—yes!"

He hums in contentment, glad to know he is doing right—is pleasing you so well in this way.

Your fingers tremble against his scalp, your breaths cause your body to shudder, and your thighs shake, but you do all you can to remain upright as you grow ever-closer.

He continually flicks his tongue against your too-sensitive bundle and you begin to whine in response.

"So close. You're doing so well... Gods, just a bit—just a bit more, My Prince"

He eases a third finger inside you, continuing to gently coax, and you gasp loudly.

"Yes! Yes! Nearly—"

He swirls his tongue round and round, on both his knees still, one of his hands tightly gripping your ankle for balance as he works fervently in your favor.

"Jace, oh Gods, I can't—I—Yes! Yes! Good boy! Yes!"

You finish against his face—against his tongue—giggling and gasping and whimpering all the while as your orgasm overtakes you.

You could swear you hear dragons roaring in the distance, but cannot know in your current state.

Eventually, you calm and when you look down, Jace is nearly on all fours, staring up at you with such a look as you have never before seen: lustful and wanton and overtaken with desire.

His face and hairline is slick, as well as his right hand.

Finally, he stands on wobbly legs, and it's then that you notice his cock is absolutely covered in his thick, white seed.

"Did...did you...?"

He crushes his lips to yours—his wet erection pressing against your bare stomach, leaving its own kiss in its wake as he pulls back after allowing you to taste yourself.

"I did not need even touch myself to finish at your hand," he mumbles with a pleased smirk, returning his lips to your own.

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Love Letters to Who

Hyunjin x Female reader

Word count: 4.9k

Synopsis: Your 21st birthday you were gifted a mysterious journal. If you thought you were shocked when you saw a reply to your first entry from someone, you just about shit when you saw words appearing on the page out of nowhere, right in front of your eyes! Who was owner of those words? Who was H.H?

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Here's our Hyunjinnie's! Only one more left! But don't fret! I've gotten a lot of really great requests while I've been working on this series and still plan to do a part 2 to Everything in it's Place so there is plenty more to come! Thank you everyone who has followed along! If you enjoy this part please give it a reblog, like, comment, jump in my an ask box, I love hearing from you guys! Thank you again! As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing/strong language, mentions of controlling and toxic behavior/relationship, oral (m&f receiving), cum eating, unprotected piv sex (please use protection), coming inside. I'm pretty sure that's it. The soulmate series has been fairly tame smut wise I feel like but if I missed something, please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

It had been a long day but a great one. It was your twenty-first birthday and your family and friends had been over all day celebrating with you. Finger food, cake, presents, the whole nine yards. All of your friends were gone now, your dad had left and your mom stayed over a bit to help you clean up. Just before she left she walked past the table that all your presents had been on and stopped. 

“Oh hey! You missed one!” She grabbed the small gift and handed it to you. You looked for a tag with a name but there was none. You shrugged and ripped it open to find a beautiful leather-bound journal. In the corner there were small gold letters, your initials and H.H. You weren’t sure what that meant but it was a wonderful gift, you loved to journal. Your mom left and you got washed up, in pajamas and in bed. You scrolled around on your phone and made a post thanking everyone for coming and for your gifts. 

‘Oh and to whomever got me the journal, it had no name but thank you so much!’ Maybe whoever got it for you will comment. You put your phone on the charger and pulled out the new journal and a fresh pen. You opened it to the first page and wrote the date. 

‘Today was my twenty-first birthday. It was wonderful. My friends and family were here and I’m very thankful for all of my gifts. It was almost perfect. It would be nice to have someone to share my evening with. To curl up in bed, laugh and talk, make love, fall asleep holding each other. I guess for now, for me, it’s not meant to be. It just makes me a little sad.’ You signed your initials at the bottom of your entry, closed the journal and set it on your nightstand before laying down and going to sleep.  

The next day was back to being like any other. You woke up to your alarm, went for a jog, took a shower, had breakfast and went to work. You worked all day, over your time as usual, and then went home. You made something for dinner which either meant you put something small together or accidentally made a feast. It was hard cooking for one.

You watched a few episodes of a show you’d gotten invested in, then it was time to shower and go to bed to do it all again tomorrow. You crawled into bed and grabbed your new journal to write about any small triumphs or losses during your day. You opened it and you were about to flip to the second page when you noticed writing at the bottom of yesterday's entry that wasn’t yours. 

‘Not sure who wrote the first entry. It’s strange that it was their twenty-first birthday today too. That evening does sound like a nice way to end your birthday though. I wouldn’t mind ending my birthday like that too. I’m sorry they had to be sad at all on their special day. I hope they find someone kind to fall in love with so they can have a birthday like that next year. In fact, I’m going to use my birthday wish for them and wish that very thing. Whoever you are, wherever you are. Happy Birthday.’ H.H. You were so fucking confused. Had someone broken into your apartment? Why would they take nothing and write in your journal?  You turned to the next page and started writing. 

‘I think someone broke into my apartment! Maybe one of my friends? Nothing is missing but someone wrote an entry in my new journal. It was nice but extremely weird. Like I just don’t know why anyone would do that. Everything else about today was totally normal other than that. Maybe I should get some security cameras just to be safe. I should mention it to mom and dad but I don’t want to worry them. I’ll look into cameras tomorrow. Now I feel like the bed will seem bigger and lonelier tonight while I worry about who was in here. Hopefully I’m not gutted in my sleep.’ Your initials signed the entry and you closed the book.

Tuesday was a copy paste day which meant it was exactly like your Monday. You had checked into some cameras, at least for the door and the living room. You were so busy the rest of the day you had forgotten about your journal until you were climbing into bed again. You grabbed it and immediately turned to the second page. Just to see. Just to laugh at yourself for thinking someone broke in just to write a cryptic entry in your new journal. Just to laugh... but you weren’t laughing. There at the bottom of the second page, under your entry from yesterday was the same handwriting and while beautiful you were officially freaked out. 

‘Gutted in your sleep?! Jesus Christ! That’s fucking terrifying! I think I have a theory that I plan on checking tonight. If I’m right, I might scream and burn this thing! We’ll see I suppose.’ H.H. You turned to the next page. You wrote the date. 

‘I don’t know who the hell keeps-’ You stopped writing when words that were not yours started scribbling across the page out of nowhere. You dropped your pen, slammed the book closed and threw it. 

“What the fuck!?” You rubbed your eyes and looked at the journal on the floor across your room. You didn’t just see that. It was a trick of the light or a long day. Yea, it was a long day and you were just seeing things. You were certain when you went and grabbed that book and opened it that it was going to be a page with a date at the top and half a sentence.

You slowly walked over, knelt down, and picked up the journal, then went and sat back down on your bed. You closed your eyes and opened it. You slowly opened them and you were in disbelief. There on the page, in the same writing from the two days before... 

‘Do you see this?’ You did, but what were you seeing? More words started appearing. 

‘If you are seeing this, please, write back.’ You picked up your pen. 

‘I see it.’ You waited and then words started appearing again. 

‘Holy shit! Okay so do you need like help crossing?’ You scrunched up your face confused by what they were asking. 

‘What do you mean? Crossing what? Like a bridge?’ 

‘How can I help settle your spirit? Is there a message from beyond that you would like me to pass along to a loved one?’ Oh for fucks sake. They thought you were a ghost. 

‘I am not a ghost!’ 

‘Oh no you didn’t remember that you died! Were you gutted in your sleep?! Oh god I’m so sorry!’ You shook your head and scribbled. 

‘No no no. I’m just not dead. Not a ghost.’ There was a long pause before the next words appeared on the page. 

‘Are you sure? On a scale of 1-10 how certain are you?’ You pressed your fingers into your eyes taking a deep breath. Be understanding. It was a super crazy situation. 

‘I’m sure. 1,000. I’m very much so alive. You said your birthday was the other day too. Did you get a journal?” 

‘Yeah. Did you send it? What the hell is going on?!’ Whoever was writing seemed like they were starting to freak out a bit. You tried to calm them down. 

‘No I didn’t send it. I’m not sure what’s going on. Let’s try and keep calm. My name is y/n, what’s yours?’ 

‘I’m Hyunjin. How are you so chill about this? This is the craziest thing that has ever happened to me!’ You weren’t really sure why you weren’t freaking out yourself. 

‘I don’t know how to explain it but it doesn’t feel like it’s supposed to be a scary or ominous thing. I don’t understand what’s happening or why but it kind of feels like we were meant to get these books. I don’t know I’m sure that sounds crazy.’ It definitely sounded crazy. You didn’t know this man at all why would you both get some magic book that allows you to write to each other? 

‘So what do we do?’ Why in the world was he asking you? You had no idea. 

‘I don’t know. I guess only one of us should use it. Since you used your birthday wish for me you take it.’ 

‘Well wait now. Wishing you well and me keeping some magic journal isn’t exactly a fair trade’ 

‘Really Hyunjin it’s okay. Besides it’s only a magic book if we both write in it. Enjoy and happy birthday.’ You signed your name, a small heart, then closed the book and put it away on your bookshelf. You grabbed another journal and made an entry in it about the magic journal and Hyunjin and then you went to bed.  

For the first few days after, you found yourself looking over at the bookshelf wondering if Hyunjin was using it, tempted to look inside, but you had told him he could use it and that would be invading his privacy, his innermost thoughts and you couldn’t do that. So you left it. About a month after your birthday a guy accidentally bumped into you coming out of the café, making you spill your coffee. 

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” You looked at the, luckily, iced coffee down the front of you and sighed. 

“It’s okay it happens.” You went to walk off and get clothes that were not saturated in bean water when he hurried to stop you. 

“Wait uh... I feel terrible really. Let me make it up to you!” You started shaking your head. 

“No really it’s not nec-” He put his hands together. 

“Please, let me do something... uh... let me take you to dinner?” You stopped surprised. You figured he’d ask to replace the coffee and you were prepared to say no again but he asked about dinner. 

“Dinner?” He nodded, smiling. 

“Yes! Please! Let me take you to dinner to make up for being such an absolute klutz.” Wow. He was really cute and he seemed nice. Hyunjin had used his birthday wish for you, maybe the universe was putting it into play. 

“Okay, dinner.” He smiled ear to ear and gave you his phone number so that you could make the arrangements, after you got out of your wet coffee-stained clothes that is. The cute klutz's name was Ian and the dinner to make up for exploding your coffee on you ended up being the first of many. Weeks, months went by and lots of other firsts came and went. First kiss, first time sleeping together, first Christmas as a couple.  

Things started out perfect and you were so happy. Then over a period of time, you started to see another side of Ian. It started with him getting irritable and he’d do little controlling things. They were always so subtle and the way he would suggest something questionable he always made it seem like it should be so reasonable.

You put up with a lot for quite a while but after five months of it, when Ian asked you to move in and you said no, that was the last straw. You’d been at dinner and he’d quietly accepted the no while in the restaurant but once dinner was over and you were in the car, he lost it. He was yelling as he drove recklessly through the streets, narrowly missing a few cars and running multiple red lights.

You were scared he would crash you into someone on purpose out of sheer anger. Somehow you made it to your apartment without wrecking. When he came to a screeching halt out front you immediately got out of the car and bent down looking in mad. 

“It’s over Ian. We’re done!” You slammed the car door shut and he started to get out of his car. 

“Wait... baby!” The babies were starting and you weren’t waiting. After that car ride and the things he said, you were done. You went inside your apartment and you heard him speed off, his tires chirping. His texts and calls started right after and you just turned your phone off. He’d give up eventually. You laid out on your bed and cried, angry with yourself for letting him fool you, angry for fooling yourself.  

Deep down you felt it. It wasn’t right, he wasn’t ever going to be the one no matter what you had tolerated. You knew you did what was best but you still felt the void it left too. For the first time in six months, you went over to your bookshelf that you kept the journal on and grabbed it.

You walked back over to your bed and sat down with your legs crossed and the book in your hands. You sat there looking at it for a good while. You just needed to pour your heart out and you could do that in any one of your journals but you wanted to do it in this one. You flipped to the first blank page you found and started writing. 

‘I didn’t read any of your entries I promise. I just had to...I don’t know what I thought. I guess I thought your wish had come true. I met a guy and I thought the wish really came true, but it ended up being a horrible mistake. I think about you all the time. I don’t know why when we only wrote each other the one time and I know this might be strange to say but I miss you.’ You signed your name and a heart and closed the journal putting it on your nightstand, then went to sleep.

The next morning you woke up and your eyes were immediately on the journal when they opened. You sat up and grabbed it but hesitated to open it. What if he didn’t write back? What if he was mad that you wrote in it again when you said you wouldn’t? What if he thought it was weird that you said you missed him? How can you miss a guy you don’t even know?

You took a deep breath and opened the book to the last page you had written on. There underneath your entry was Hyunjin’s beautiful handwriting and you could feel a weight lifting off your chest.  

‘He didn’t hurt you did he?! I’m so sorry it didn’t come true. If I’m being honest, I miss you too and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I don’t know why I can’t get you out of my head when I don’t even know you. Go to the page after our last conversation and start reading the entries.’ H.H. He wanted you to read his journal entries? You were confused. You went to the page he told you and started reading. 

‘It’s been a few days. I’ve opened the book here and there to see if maybe you had written something. I don’t know, I feel like if I'm not using it for its intended purpose then I shouldn’t use it and its purpose was for me to write you. I don’t know why. I hope you’re doing well wherever you are and I hope one day you open your book and see this. Until then I’ll write to you.’ You turned the page and there was the next entry.

Hyunjin telling you about his day, and then questions about things he wished he knew about you with space left beneath for your answers. He would tell you his answers as well, his likes and dislikes. You went through, day after day, it was all always written to you.

Poems he’d read, work he’d finished, random silly things about his days that usually made you laugh and then questions. You read every page, answered every question and by the time you got to where you had written again you felt like you had known Hyunjin your whole life. You looked at the last words Hyunjin had written on the page.  

‘I think we should meet.’ Your heart skipped a beat and you started to panic. Meet?! It seemed so sudden, so fast. You had only just ended things with Ian but something was drawing you and Hyunjin to each other and not just the journals. You decided there was no use fighting it. 

‘When? Where?’ Hyunjin told you to meet him Sunday at eleven at the café by the park. You would get coffee, go for a walk, and talk. 

‘How will I know it’s you?’ Hyunjin thought for a minute. 

‘I’ll wear my hair pulled back.’ Sunday was only a day away. You panicked most of Saturday and rifled through your whole closet deciding what to wear. You decided on nice but casual, you picked a wide necked oversized sweater and a tank top with some jeans and tennis shoes.

Sunday you were walking up to the café when you saw a guy sitting at an outdoor table reading a book. He was hands down the most beautiful person you’d ever laid eyes on. Two beauty marks adorned his face, one on his cheek, the other under an eye, he had lips that looked pillowy soft, and long blonde hair pulled back. There was no way that was Hyunjin, but what were the chances of two guys with long hair pulled back showing up at the café at the same time. You slowly walked up ready to make an ass out of yourself when you realized it wasn’t him. 

“Uh... Hyunjin?” The man looked up from his book and his eyes locked on you. His mouth was slightly opened and he didn’t say anything at first. You just stood there, you didn’t know if it was him or not. Finally the man shook his head and smiled at you. 

“Yes! Sorry! Yes, I'm Hyunjin. You must be y/n.” He stood and leaned in to hug you as you put out your hand, then you leaned in to hug him and he stuck his hand out. You both laughed and leaned in for a little hug then you joined him at the table he’d been sitting at. 

“What would you like? I’ll go order it for you.” You gave Hyunjin your order and he went inside to get your coffee. You pinched yourself as you sat there waiting to make sure you weren’t dreaming. The man that penned at least a hundred and fifty-three pages, written to you, was not only intelligent and kindhearted he was also insanely gorgeous.

It only took Hyunjin a couple minutes to get your coffee. When he came back he sat across from you and set your drink down. You had a little small talk as you sat there and you were nervous. You didn’t know why you were nervous, but you were.  

“Do you want to go on a walk in the park?” You weren’t sure if he was picking up on your energy but a walk sounded perfect. 

“I’d like that.” Hyunjin put his book in his messenger bag and hung it around himself. You both grabbed your coffees and took the path that led to the flower garden in the park. As you walked around you were able to calm down a little and it was easier to talk as you both admired the flowers.

You got quiet when, part of the way through, Hyunjin’s fingers wove through yours and he held your hand as you continued to walk along the path. After a minute he stopped and faced you. God he was beautiful and with the flowers and the perfect weather he looked ethereal. 

“y/n I want to say something but I don’t want to freak you out.” You nodded. 

“Okay, just so you know if you’re trying to not freak me out, saying that is not a great start.” Hyunjin laughed nervously. 

“I suppose not.” You grabbed his other hand and squeezed them both gently. 

“Go ahead Hyunjin, I’m just teasing. It’s okay.” He took a deep breath. 

“I... I think we might be soulmates.” You wanted to act shocked. You wanted it to be a startling hypothesis, but it wasn’t. In fact, as soon as he said it you felt like an idiot for not realizing it sooner but not everyone has a soulmate. 

“Oh my god! Of course!” He breathed a sigh of relief hearing you agree. He was worried you might not believe him, that you might reject him. He also didn’t want you to think that just because you were soulmates you had to rush anything. There was still so much to learn about each other.

You both were so caught up in the moment you didn’t notice the grey clouds making their way in. Then suddenly the sky opened up and it started to pour down rain. Hyunjin gripped your hand tighter and ran for the closest building with an awning. You were both soaked laughing, you looked up at him and saw stray wet hairs stuck to his face. You pushed them back, your fingers tracing his skin and your eyes watched as his tongue darted across his pouty lips.  

You couldn’t take it anymore. You stood on your toes, wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him under that awning in the rain. Then Hyunjin wrapped his arms around you and kissed you back. It was like fireworks were going off. It was so different than your first kiss with Ian. That first kiss with Ian was when you knew it wasn’t right that he wasn’t the one, but your first kiss with Hyunjin? Felt like coming home. 

On your and Hyunjin’s twenty second birthday you spent your shared day with both your families and friends. When the day was over and everyone had left, you laid in bed together, laughing as Hyunjin dramatically recalled how he reacted to the entry you had written about hoping to not be gutted. You laid your head on his chest and as your laughter died down you could hear his heart thumping. Without a word you sat up and climbed on top of Hyunjin straddling his waist, then leaned over and kissed him. Your lips parted from his only enough to speak. 

“Happy birthday Hyunjinnie.” You kissed him again and he held your face as he deepened it. He pulled away breathless. 

“Happy birthday baby.” He kissed you again and started running his hands down your body. They traveled under your night shirt and he gripped your soft breasts as his tongue explored your mouth. You sat up quickly pulling the shirt off over your head and then leaned back down and claimed Hyunjin’s lips again.

You started pulling his shirt up and your lips left his long enough to pull it off. You were grinding your hips into Hyunjin’s, hands gripping each other, teeth biting, tongues tasting. Hyunjin sat up wrapping his arms around you and then suddenly you were on your back under him. He pulled down his sweatpants and kicked them off as he reached into your panties and started teasing your clit with two fingers. 

“So wet for me already?” You pushed at him. 

“Hyunjinahh! Don’t tease!” He smiled before kissing down your neck and shoulder, the two fingers still gently rubbing your arousal over the sensitive nerves. 

“No teasing tonight baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” He kissed down your chest and started sucking on your breasts. You wove your fingers through his hair as he kissed and sucked at your nipples. You moaned when the two fingers he had been rubbing you with slid inside you.

Hyunjin made his way down your body as he fingered you and when his face hovered over your clothed core you thought you might lose your mind at the sight of him. He pulled your panties to the side and when he started to eat you out you gripped his hair again, tighter. 

“Jinnie! God yes! Right there!” Hyunjin pumped his fingers into you and licked your clit before kissing it. 

“Right there jagiya?” He started sucking on your clit and you aggressively shook your head. 

“YES! FUCK YES!” Hyunjin took his time. He’d mapped your body out countless times now and he knew how to drive you to the brink of madness from pleasure alone and he was going to do just that. His fingers worked inside you brushing against your g spot as he continued to lick and suck on your clit you could feel the building climax inside you. 

“Please... please... please...” You plead with Hyunjin needing the release you were desperately close to. His pillowy soft lips latched around your clit again and when he hummed against you, you went plummeting into your orgasm. 

“Hyu-Hyun-Hyunjinnie! Oh my god! Yesyesyes!” Your hips tried to grind up against his face but his strong hands held you down as he continued to guide you through your climax. He gently took long slow licks up your glistening cunt as you started twitching from the overstimulation.

He gave your pussy one last soft kiss and then climbed back up towards your face, your lips. His pressed against yours, so plush, as the fog in your head started to lift. You started sitting up prompting Hyunjin to as well, although he wouldn’t stop kissing you. He loved the way you tasted. Your skin, your lips, your cunt, he could never get enough.

You guided him to sit back against the headboard, his legs spread. Your lips only left his to leave a wet trail of kisses down Hyunjin’s neck and chest. His fingers threaded through your hair as you made your way down his body. When your lips hovered over his throbbing cock you looked up at him, licking your lips. He couldn’t help the shuddering breath he took at the sight of you between his legs. He gently traced his fingers down your face, biting his lip. 

“Please baby... suck on it.” You nodded smiling and put the tip in your mouth, running your tongue around it and sucking like Hyunjin had asked of you. He moaned and pulled your hair up into a ponytail with his hands so he could see as you started to work your way further down his shaft. When you gagged on him, you pulled off stroking him, looking into his eyes, watching them glint from the pleasure you were giving him. 

“I want you to cum in my mouth Jinnie.” His jaw dropped surprised to hear you say that. He’d never done that before. 

“I... are you sure?” You licked your lips looking at him and nodded. Hyunjin nodded back and you started sucking his dick again. You bobbed up and down, using your spit to stroke what you couldn’t fit. His tip kept pressing against the back of your throat and Hyunjin thought he would lose his mind it felt so good. His breath came faster as his stomach sucked in and out. 

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You hummed giving your permission again to cum in your mouth and the vibrations from your lips pushed him over the edge. He whimpered and his body stiffened, as well as his grip on your hair as he started to spill into your mouth. 

“Oh god! Oh fuck! Jagiya mmmm!” His head thumped back against the headboard as you drank down every drop of his cum. You licked the tip one last time and looked up at his fucked-out face, head tilted back. He took another deep breath and looked down at you again.

When he saw that sweet face of yours, his heart melted. He was yours. Always. He loved you so much. He pulled you to sit in his lap and he held your face as he kissed you. You sat there like that for who knew how long. Arms wrapped around each other, slowly, softly kissing.

After making out a while, you slid your panties off, leaned forward and gripped Hyunjin’s cock, pushing it inside you. You both held on to the other, moaning as he filled you. You slowly started working your hips against his as you looked into each other’s eyes. It was so intimate, so sensual. 

“I love you Hyunjin.” He kissed you and every time he kissed you it felt just like the first, fireworks. He pressed his forehead to yours as you continued riding him. 

“I love you too y/n, I love you so much...” He held you as your bodies pressed and rubbed together, sweaty, hot. You made love like that for what felt like forever, for what felt like would never be long enough. You both were holding the others face, foreheads pressed together, eyes locked on their love, their forever, as you came together.

Tears streaked your face as your trembled through your climax, Hyunjin’s warm cum filling you. He wiped your tears and hugged you closely. You rested your head on his shoulder as Hyunjin softened inside you, both of you basking in the warmth of the other. When heartbeats and breathing returned to normal you curled up together in bed. Hyunjin’s birthday wish for you had come true after all, in ways he never had imagined. 

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Can you write a fluff piece with just Harry and Alex. Maybe y/n is out of the house for some reason.

Cozy Cuddles and Drunkenness (Harry-x-Reader-x-Alex) (AU)

When Harry comes home to Alex sleeping on the couch and joins him for a cuddle, but then you come home early from your night out very drunk and they have to take care of you-

po·lyg·a·my : the practice or custom of having more than one wife or husband at the same time.

AN: okay originally it was just gonna be harry and alex staring in it but then i had the idea of a drunk y/n coming home. also i've had this in my drafs for a while. so sorry to whomever requested this. it should have came out ages ago.

Here is the relationship info that will help you understand this AU universe —— >>>>>>>

Information on Harry x Reader x Alex (Male) Polyamory Relationship AU Series

(fluff, mentions of throw up, comfort)

word count: 1,927

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You had went out for the night to get some drinks with a few of your friends at a local bar in Los Angeles, meaning Harry and Alex would have the house to themselves for a few hours. Alex was off of work as an English teacher because of winter break and Harry unfortunately had to work a few hours later then he normally does in his office because of some financial trouble that arose. So by the time Harry arrived home he was knackered.

(this is a real photo of the inside of the house i picked to have this series set in. *just picture it dark outside*)

When Harry finally entered the front door of his house at seven pm, he got suspicious when he heard how quiet it was. That's when he remembered you'd be out for the night but then it left the question of where his other spouse was. He sat his briefcase by the door and walked inside a bit further. As Harry entered the open living room, his question was answered.

(this is a real photo of what the inside of the house looks like that i choose to have this series set in. *just picture it dark outside*)

Alex was napping on the longer sofa with a thin blanket draped over his body. Harry could see where he'd been watching some baking show on the tv before he must have fell asleep. He wants nothing more then to crawl in his husbands lap and cuddle with him, but he first needs to change out of his work clothes.

So quickly but also quietly, Harry goes up the stairs to change into some sweat pants and a t-shirt. After that, he goes back down the stairs where Alex is thankfully still asleep. He's always been the heavy sleepier of you three. Harry walks up to the couch his husband is sleeping on and gently pulls back the blanket. Then he carefully slides in beside him and places his head on Alex's shoulder and drapes his right leg over Alex's leg.

"Mhm," Alex groans, finally having been woken up and realizing who's cuddled into his side, "oh hi, baby."

Harry tilts his head up and replies, "Hi, love. I've had a rough day so I just wanted cuddles from you." At his words, Alex thinks he couldn't fall more in love with Harry if he tried. See, people looking into your relationship dynamic would think jealousy runs wild but truthfully it doesn't. You each three have a special relationship with each other individually and as a group.

People also doubt that Alex and Harry truly love you if they share such intimate words with each other privately, but that's far from the truth too. Yes, they love each other with just the two of them but no matter what they love you just as much. And you know and feel their love, hints why you never doubt that.

You've even had people tell you that Harry will end up leaving you to keep Alex for himself because he'll realize he's fully gay, but you scoff at their words. You find that to be so invalidating to the bisexual community. You're not bisexual yourself but your husbands are and just because they sometimes have sexual/romantic moments where its just them, doesn't mean when they have sexual/romantic moments with you they are any less attracted because you're female.

Tilting his head down a smidge, Alex brushes his nose with Harry's before they're connecting their lips together. The kiss is soft and gentle. Not a kiss that would lead to anything sexual because Alex can sense that Harry isn't in that kind of mood tonight and he's okay with that. Just cuddles and kisses are fine by him.

When the kiss finally breaks, Harry settles his head back on his husbands shoulder and pushes his face further into Alex's warm neck. He can smell the cologne Alex used earlier on his skin and it relaxes him further. He always enjoyed the manly scent of Alex and the more feminine scent you gave off with your floral fragrances. They both make Harry want to drowned in your smells.

Alex settles back into the cusion of the sofa and situates the blanket so its properly covering the both of them. Then he takes his left hand and begins to run it through Harry's once styled curls. Harry sighs quietly at how good the fingers through his hair feel. As the room settles back to its quiet state, Alex realizes Harry has begin to doze off on his chest and smiles at how content he was.

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A few hours later you come through the door with a stumble. Unfortunately you're night was cut short when you drank too much and got sick at the bar. Your friend called an uber and rode with you back to your house. They would have called either Alex or Harry to come pick you up but decided to just have the same uber take them home after dropping you off. So it was more convenient the way they did it.

Since having thrown up most of the alcohol in your system, you're not as drunk as you were but still past the point of tipsy. You're about to attempt to climb the stairs with the heels you took off in the uber still in your hands when you see your husbands sit up from their laying positions on the couch, looking over at you. So you make a beeline towards them. "Love, you're home earlier than we thought." Harry tells you with a rasp in his voice from the nap he'd just took.

Once you've made it to the them, you don't even bother asking before climbing up onto both their laps and lean forward to nuzzle into their bodies. Their bodies being side by side. "Yeah um, Kelly had to call us an uber to take me home because, because I threw up at the bar. M'fine now. No worries." you slur as if throwing up alcohol was a normal thing to happen. Well it was common but not something that always happened to everyone after drinking.

Both Alex and Harry are in fact worried though. They knew you weren't a big drinker. Just a cocktail here and there and a glass of wine while chilling at the house. So if you drank so much it made you vomit, that was concerning to them. "Baby," Alex coos softly, "how much did you drink? You know you're a lightweight."

Now sitting up to look at their faces, you answer guiltily, "I dunno. Lost count after the eighth shot. Then I started to get dizzy and looked a bit pale so Kelly and Megan walked me to the bathroom and that's when I puked. But I feel fine now. Just tired s'all." Though you tried to act sober, your husbands could tell you were still drunk. They needed to get you to bed with some water in your system or else your hangover tomorrow will be killer.

Harry slips off the couch first beings he's on the outer edge and then leans down to scoop you up. "Hey," you gasp, "Alex is warm."

With you cradled in Harry's strong arms, he replies, "I know he's warm m'love. But we need to get you into bed and have you drink some water. Then we'll both cuddle you and get you even warmer, m'kay."

With you off of him now, Alex goes to stand up and says, "I'll grab the glass of water and meet you in the bedroom." Harry carries you all the way up the stairs and then places you on the edge of the king size bed. You fall back on the mattress when Harry lets go of you and close your heavy eyes. He pads over to your dresser and grabs you some pajama shorts and a t-shirt to wear to sleep. Then comes back over to you and helps you out of your dress.

Once the dress is over your head, your breasts are on full display because you didn't wear a bra. Except your nipples have pasties over them because your dresses top was too thin and would have shown your nipples all night. Which then would have prompted unwanted attention from men that you didn't want because you have two wonderful men at home.

Harry carefully starts to peel the left pastie off and you hiss out at the sting it brings as it pulls on your sensitive skin. "I know, love. Shh, I'm being gentle." Harry whispers softly, taking his time to pull it off your nipples so you weren't in too much pain. After both pasties were successfully removed, he leans down and pecks each nipple in a soft kiss, making goose bumps arise in your body.

The t-shirt is pulled over your upper body and then Harry helps slide your shorts up your legs. Right as he finishes getting you dressed, Alex comes into the bedroom with the cup of water in his hands. He walks over to you and instructs, "Here, drink some water, baby. It'll help minimize the hangover in the morning." He holds the glass for you because he's afraid you'll drop it.

After drinking most of the water, you annonce, "Gotta pee." Your husbands laugh at how your drunken mind announced that out loud and Harry comes back up to you, lifting you up once again.

Harry carries you over to the bathroom and helps you pull down your shorts and underwear before setting you on the toilet. Though you don't get wasted often, him helping you use the toilet isn't something new. He's helped you use the toilet a few times like when you're sick or after sex. So no embarrassment here.

When you stop peeing, you look up with a pout and whine, "Wipe me, please."

Harry giggles and retorts, "You can't wipe yourself?" You shake your head no when in reality you probably could but are too lazy and tired to do so. And you can get away with it because you're drunk right now. So being the kind husband he is, Harry pulls out some toilet paper and kneels down to gently wipe the piss off your vagina. It's not sexual at all. It just feels like an act of caring service.

Eventually you get off the toilet with the help of Harry and right before he takes you back into the bedroom, you say, "Need to brush my teeth. Mouth smells and taste like vomit." So Harry steps back over to the sink and sets you on top of the counter to help you with brushing them. The things he does for you, no way you ever have to doubt his love.

Alex has pulled the covers back on the bed and got settled in. A few minutes later Harry comes out of the bathroom with you in his arms and Alex smiles at the image. Harry carefully sets you in the center of the bed and both him and Alex helps pull the blankets over your body. Then before getting into bed himself, Harry quickly pulls off his shirt and pants so he's only left in his boxers, his usual sleep attire.

Now in bed with both you and Alex, Harry reaches to turn the lamp off and tiredly mutters, "Let one of us know if you wake up feeling sick, love. Don't need you puking in the blankets. Love you."

"M'kay." you answer half asleep.

"Love you too, babe." Harry tells Alex who's on the other side of you.

"Love you both." Alex says back, leaning over to peck you on the forehead and kiss Harry on the cheek. Then he settles back down and you all three fall into a content sleep.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[thepaintedlady00]

Hi again! I hope it doesn’t bother you for me to drop here again, if so feel free to ignore this. I saw this amazing art

https://at.tumblr.com/yoolkon/700705536213221376/uqrmu2klc7nt

And I keep laughing just thinking on how dream would struggle with technology. I know you have already done something similar, but I need more about reader trying to teach him to use new things

I absolutely do not mind getting sent amazing art! I totally didn't just spend the last 30 minutes consuming every single thing they have on their blog. Dream learning the ways of technology will never not be funny! 😂

Since you and Dream had begun courting one another keeping in touch between realms had been a bit of an adjustment. You saw one another every night when you went to sleep, oftentimes even before then, but during the day's Dream of the Endless had duties to see to which left you missing him. You'd expressed this feeling to him a few times, to which the immortal being made a suggestion you hadn't expected.

"I could get one of those devices humans use. Cell phones I believe you call them."

"You could?" You asked, looking at him over the library table. "Would that even work here?"

Dream looked to Lucienne, who shrugged her shoulders. "There's only one way to find out for certain."

Matthew chuckled. "This is going to be hilarious."

"I am eons old," Dream replied bitterly. "I am quite sure I am capable of figuring out a measly piece of human technology."

Both you and Matthew shared a look. "Of course, you can. It's not really that hard once you get the hang of the basics. I can help you!"

He smiled at you. "Thank you for the offer my love, should I need such I will come to you."

At first, you thought he would forget, he was quite busy ruling over the entire unconscious collective of the world, but the very next night he appeared in your apartment with a cell phone. You helped him put your number in and went over a few basics with him, calling, text messages, and so on. As the days passed he'd sent you messages, either far too long or far too short, during the days. At night you showed him emojis, which he had yet to figure out.

What was perhaps the most entertaining was the phone calls. Dream's cloak could hold any object he wished, including the phone he'd forgotten to hang up. You listened to the white noise of his star-filled coat as well as the sound of his muffled voice until he realized he'd forgotten to hang up. "My love? How is this still on?"

You laughed quietly. "Hi! Sounds like you're having a busy day."

"How is this happening?"

"You forgot to hit the big red button after you were done," you said, giggling even more when the call abruptly ended as he'd tested the truth behind your words.

Dream was already waiting for you when you got home, looking at the phone with narrow eyes. "I dislike this human nonsense."

You set your things down and joined him on the couch, curling into his side and kissing his cheek. "It can be a lot."

"I do not understand why your kind insist on such things. Would it not be better to simply go to whomever you wished to speak to?"

"It would be, but not everyone can teleport with magic sand, dear." You held your hand out to the phone and quickly opened his camera. "Smile."

He didn't, but that only made the photo look better in your eyes. You showed your picture to him and watched the corners of his mouth twitch upward. Dream was stoic by nature and so he'd never admit it, but he loved pictures of the two of you together. "I suppose that is a useful function."

"You don't have to keep it if you don't want to," you told him.

"You wished to speak with me more," he answered.

With a smile, you nodded. "Of course, I want to talk to you more. I love you. But I don't want you to have to worry about figuring a dumb phone out on top of all your other duties. Seeing you every night is enough for me."

Dream hummed quietly, pulling you into his arms and lounging back on your couch. "I shall keep it. I'll not be as fluent in this odd form of communication as you, but it is nice to have the option should I need it."

"You, Dream of the Endless, are amazing."

"As are you." He kissed your head and then asked, "What do these images mean? Matthew told me to "text" them to you." You looked down at the screen and clamped your hand over your mouth to conceal your fit of laughter. "How is an eggplant humorous?"

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The Apathy (Part 5)

Astarion x Male Reader/Tav

DNI if you are a minor. Dead dove don’t eat. Please read my about before replying. Content: Ascended Astarion x Male tav, this is post epilogue.

Summary: Astarion is scheming a plot to get the guards off Tav's back. Tav is dealing with weird feelings at the tavern. Reminders: Astarion is the vampire ascendant, Tav is not a heroic figure. Contains headcanons for several characters, contains headcanons for illithid brain alteration but not evolving. Tav uses daggers and magic. Astarion is an Arcane Trickster Rogue. I created several npcs. Some Neverwinter lore is mentioned but might not be lore friendly. Content Warnings: Tav suffering from depression / ptsd, self-neglect. A/N: Heyy I post to ao3 now too! it is under username actualevil. It's been a while but I found some energy to work on it c: There's a lot- hope you enjoy!

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‘’Please.. I’ve told you everything already- I confessed! Why are you doing this?’’

‘’Confessed? You committed worse than a crime. You put your hands on him.’’

The once so proud and corrupted guardsman was reduced to a shaking mess, tied to a chair. The bruises on his body left him marked and mostly discoloured, you’d think he was a blueberry, if it weren’t for the fact that he had been turned into a spawn. Undead. Pale.

‘’Tell me, pig. What makes you think you’re- Oh, so charming? What gave you the impression you had the authority to do whatever you wanted to whomever you wanted?’’ Astarion hovered above him, boot resting on his victim’s knee.

‘’I…’’  Almost in a shameful tone, the guardsman is compelled to speak his truth. ‘’I thought myself irresistible, for my age.. My hair and beard alone being my proudest features-’’

Before he could continue on about how infatuated he was with his own face and body, Astarion laughed to himself, as if he had been told the most ridiculous joke in history.

‘’Your hair?’’ It took a moment for him to come down from his laughter. ‘’Well, if I had to pick something.. Hmm.’’ His thoughts trailed off, kicking the kneecap of the man, causing him to fall on his back in the hair. ‘’What a waste.’’ Astarion mumbled to himself. ‘’Time should be spent pondering about more important things, but if you’re that attached to it, I suppose… Vand could shave it all off.’’ 

While he rambled, he spinned Tav’s curved blade in his hand.  ‘’Eyebrows included.’’ He eyed the guardsman, not able to see his expression from this position.

Astarion walked back so he could lift up the chair, bringing his face close to the guardsman. He drinked in the fear on the man’s face, and his smirk grew. ‘’How- How would one ever grow tired of expressions like these?’’ He let out a joyful sigh as he dropped him to the floor again.

‘’Perhaps my old, old, buried.. Dead and gone- Master, understood one thing at least.’’ As it rolled out of his mouth, a wash of disgust flew over him. ‘’But no, I am not that plain. There are other uses for you.’’ He turned around to watch Vandelion lift the man up in his chair again, holding a shaving knife. ‘’I could beat you up some more as satisfying as that is, but I’d rather see you put to death by the person you wronged.’’ He pointed the curved dagger towards the man’s neck. ‘’Luckily for you, I can just compel you to take the stage yourself, seeing as you’re a pretty good actor already.. But what if..’’

He paused, pacing around while unsheathing Orin’s other weapon from his side, a short sword. ‘’Poor, poor, old guardsman- Corrupted, greedy. Shameful. He tried to commit one of the worst crimes imaginable on an innocent, then frame the victim as an attempted murderer.. How unfortunate for him, that the victim’s friends came to his hospital bed and killed him- Oh! But it doesn’t end there..’’ He twists the blade in his hand. ‘’The man woke up from his grave, undead. He wants revenge..’’ Astarion crosses the dagger and blade together, pausing a moment.

‘’And when he tries to exact his revenge, out in the open, in public.. His guilt compels him to save his soul- to confess to all his sins in public view..’’ He lifts the blades up, pointing them to the ceiling. ‘’Theatrical, but who will give the finishing blow..? Your victim? The public? Or yourself..’’ He turns his head to Tyselius entering the room, who had been too captured by his master’s performance to speak up.

Astarion sheathes the short sword before putting the dagger away as well. ‘’Hmm.’’ He paces around, wanting to finish his monologue dramatically.

‘’Such a hard choice, I’d rather leave it up to the future audience.’’ He waves his hand, gesturing to Vandelion that he was finished speaking and could now shave the man’s head.

Tyselius makes a bow, before revealing his find. ‘’I’ve searched over the area, the inn’s keeper described Tav’s appearance as a dishevelled young beggar.. The trail went cold, but then I found boots with the same scent as the dagger tossed away in some fishmonger shed.’’ He revealed the scraps that remained of Tav’s old boots. Astarion was nearly overcome with emotion at the sight, reaching out before backtracking his hand. They were dirty and covered in mold at this point. ‘’That can’t be good..’’ He muttered.

 ‘’I’ve followed the trail further, but it grows cold every time in the same area. A fountain in the middle of one of the city’s business squares. It’s a very busy area.’’ Ty put the boots down, the smell was getting to him. ‘’..Should I toss them?’’

‘’No.. I need..’’ Astarion paused. ‘’Just put them in the corner for now, just in case.’’

Ty winched as he grabbed the boots again, slowly walking over to a corner while Astarion collected his thoughts. He looked back to the dagger. ‘’Soon, I’ll be reunited with my other, just like these two blades..’’ The spark in his eyes returned, glowing with obsession. ‘’Forgive me, my love..’’

The guardsman listened in still, even in his miserable position he dared to plot ahead, taking in account all the information provided here. He wouldn’t be able to withstand the commands of his new master, but perhaps the situation could still be set in his favour.. He just had to be smart. For now, he would sob and cry as Vandellion shaved him, sniffling pathetically.

‘’My living yet undead lungs are in need of fresh air.’’ Astarion spoke again after a long silence. ‘’To plot ahead, get all the right pieces in place.. I need to locate Tav.’’ His scheming mind snickered at the play he had begun to orchestrate.

With a deep inhale, the elf focussed his collective memory, recalling the distinct scent of Tav’s blood. If Tyselius could not find the rest of the trail with just the smell of moldy boots, then it was up to Astarion himself.

He didn’t plan on meeting Tav directly however. That reunion had to wait, he didn’t know what state Tav was in.. And so, the vampire ascendant disguised himself again, this time taking the guise of a young handsome tiefling with curly black locks as he climbed the stairs to the main floor. He could hear the corrupt guardsman whine while closing the cellar door behind him.

Operating in Neverwinter had some pros and cons, while he couldn’t bestow his protection over the city the same way he could in baldur’s gate, his spawn did not have to worry.

Keeping a low profile and sticking to the shadows was a skill Astarion was all too familiar with. His bodyguards and assassins were essentially trained with those skills in mind.

Vandelion and Tyselius could operate just fine without their sunwalking regent during the day.. Something tells him they’re positively enjoying the work he left them behind with.

For now, he strolled in his disguise, tracing back the trail Tyselius spoke of. From the fishery to the town square with the fountain.

There were several town squares with fountains in neverwinter, but he went directly to the most populated one. From there, he took a minute to observe his disguise in the reflection of the ice water. 

It wasn’t that long ago that running water once burned through his body like acid, and now a wading river was merely pleasantry on hot summer days. It being winter, it could look strange to the average pedestrian to dip your fingers in ice cold water absentmindedly.

Sniff. Astarion takes a deep breath. Ah! There it is- The trail Ty spoke of. It was faint, a couple of weeks old. But the distinct flavour of Tav’s sweat filled Astarion’s head with memories, it was overwhelming. The emotions nearly punched him out of his disguise spell. No! Hold.. Think..

Adrenaline, and.. Other hormones coated the smell. Fear.

Tav’s sweat had been coated in fear when he walked here.. Or ran? Astarion paced around a bit and sat down on the fountain’s bench, observing the snowflakes that fell from the sky.

He closed his eyes to observe the trail in his inner vision, seeing the faint silhouette of Tav change colour in the back of his mind. 

The colour changed a few more times, only to come back to a dull, blueish grey, a stillness you would only be able to observe during the hours of dusk in the evening. 

Once the blueish grey became so still that it was nearly invisible, would another silhouette appear.. That of someone the size of a gnome.. Or halfling. Dwarf? No, there was a distinct earthy but flowery smell, it had to be a halfling.

The silhouette touches Tav’s dull grey colour, and his silhouette stills even more, shrinking.

Any emotion or hormonal response that lingered in the trail of his sweat faded the second the halfling touched his hand..

Astarion tried to focus on the smell of this person, only to see it walking off with their tiny arm stretched outwards, pulling whatever invisible glimmer of Tav’s silhouette remained towards a different direction.

When his eyes opened again, he had returned to the busy festive view of Neverwinter. People flocked around, loud sounds.. Children screaming and playing. Parents yelling, and merchants trying to keep up with growing lines of impatient customers.

Amongst the chaos, of course- even a Professional as Ty would potentially lose track of the subject he had to trace.. But Astarion was from a different Caliber, a Vampire lord, nay! The vampire ascendant. His senses were superior, above any spawn and meagre vampire lord.

Now.. Back to the hunt.

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Everything was going well, the bedrest certainly did you good. Jilvy’s clientele, however.. Had grown a lot over the weekend. And so, rush hour became a consistent thing.

With the expanding horizons of your patron’s business, came more chattier customers. Your short-witted and quiet responses for some reason gained you some popularity.

While the storm calmed, Jilvy had run out of wares due to some shortage of ingredients, thus leaving you to man the business on your own for a couple of hours while she went out to get fresh supplies.

Rush hour came and went, with a lack of cookies and snacks to sell, most folks lost quick interest beyond the occasional tea-crazy regulars. The quiet made you realise how much tension had built in your lower back so you took the moment to stretch.

‘’He’s so handsome.’’ The muttering came from a group of ladies settled in a corner right across the bar. With their eyes digging in your back you could swear you pulled a muscle and winched. ‘’Oof.’’ That little awkward display earned you a few giggles, making you feel nervous.

You weren’t sure how to respond to all the flirting that took place, shrugging it off and trying to stay professional.. It made you wonder if Jilvy’s intentions for hiring you were less and less motherly, and more business oriented. She definitely was thriving off how useful you made yourself.. But she mothered you too, pushing you back to take more than enough breaks when your body wore you down.

‘’It’s getting late.’’ You mumbled to yourself, checking back on the dishes that had piled up. Another couple of rubs and they were dry and ready to be used again.

The bell of the tavern door rang everytime someone left and entered the building, making you perk up instinctively.

‘’Certainly not late enough for another cup of tea?’’ A handsome, human man around your physical age had approached the bar. ‘’I swear, this has got to be the cutest tavern I’ve ever seen. I’m parched for a hot drink.’’

His blue eyes made you stall, unsure whether he was flirting or just looking for conversation.

A weird, flowery feeling came over your gut. ‘’Oh, right, what’s your poison? I mean- It’s not alcoholic- Or poisonous.. Uhm..’’ You stuttered over your words, earning more giggles from the ladies in the corner.

‘’Surprise me.’’ He didn’t take too long while looking at the menu. 

‘’Uh..’’ It gave you pause.

‘’I’m-’’ You wanted to tell him this wasn’t your brightest skill. ‘’I mean, Are you-’’ You paused again. ‘’Sir, you could be allergic to mint.. I’m sorry-’’ All the while his big beautiful eyes looked at you. Why were you being weird?!

‘’Oh! How considerate..’’ Your flustered attitude seemed to have an effect on him, his sudden confidence withdrawing. He looked over the menu, blushing. ‘’Winterberry special.. Now that sounds immaculate.’’ 

It didn’t take you long to fulfil the order and pour his drink, popping in the corresponding bag of leaves and herbs in the hot water.

He paid for his drink and sat at the bar, quietly flicking a spoon with honey through his drink while your eyes drifted with the motion. 

You shook your head, unable to discern the meaning behind your emotions. Anxiety? Yes, certainly.. But beyond that empty overwhelming and loud noise that thrummed in the back of your head, was a warmth.

This man was attractive, very attractive, and it was having an effect on you. The feeling seemed to be somewhat mutual. He avoided your gaze notably.

You clutch the fabric on your chest as you turn around to sort your freshly cleaned cutlery.

Whatever this feeling is, it’s kind of nice.

The warmth unfortunately dissipated soon after, like a weight came back to shove it down your guts. And then, nothing. A quiet.

Only for the quiet to be distilled in a throb as you turned your head back to glance at the human while he took a sip. He nearly choked when your eyes met.

Your own identity had been a mystery for some time, but this was somewhat familiar. Attraction. You liked men, and you liked men liking you back. A piece of who you were had been returned to you, giving back an influx of emotions you didn’t know you were capable of.

It made you fidget with your apron, quietly counting the minutes it took for him to finish his drink and eventually leave.

The sensation dropped again, a certain gloominess overcame you when he said his friendly goodbyes and left, the door’s bell echoed through your skill.

There was a unanimous disappointed ‘’D’aww.’’ From the group of ladies who had watched and observed the entire spectacle, all the while quietly finishing their drinks.

Given the hour and decrease of customers, it was probably a good idea to start wrapping up for the day. Jilvy seemed to be taking her sweet time.. You weren’t too worried about her, she probably got caught up in a conversation and was networking on the streets.

The last of the regular customers left, loudly giving their goodbyes and complimenting you on your work ethic. Now the tavern was empty, only with the memory of the doorbell ringing in the back of your head.

There was a long silence before you could feel something shift around the place, only to sit itself in front of you.

A flash of bright orange hair dye reminded you of the first time you met the holiday regular Gale. He wasn’t around today, but this person.. This was Dharma.

‘’Oh, I didn’t hear you, I was preparing to close.. I’m unfortunately still out of snacks, but there’s enough hot water left for a single cup of tea.’’ Your words came out almost robotic, rehearsed. Fast, stumbling.

Dharma didn’t respond, she placed her elbows on the bar and rested her head on the palms of her hands.

‘’Okay..’’ You looked dazed, a little confused. Usually people wouldn’t shut up after your first sentence. The quiet stare continued, leaving you to look at the door and ponder how Jilvy could take so long.

‘’I’ve been observing you.’’ Dharma confidently spoke, her tone was formal, almost like an authority figure.. Unlike the crazy, nervous tone she had around Gale when she followed him into the tavern that first evening. ‘’You seem to be a strapping young man, and.. If I’m correct, a bachelor?’’ She leaned in a little further as she said this.

‘’Do you have a girlfriend?’’ Her eyes sparked with something strange, but it didn’t take a hold of you, she blinked in confusion.

You could feel a strange energy thrum in the back of your head again, giving you a flashback towards that hellish moment with the guardsman..

Yes.. You stabbed him.. Felt his blood pour over you, a sick sense of satisfaction alongside it. But there was also terror, the need to run away from the violence. With that well of power sparked an explosion, shooting you out of the inn and into the water.

The flashback ended, and you could see Dharma’s eyes stare right through you intensely. ‘’What?’’ Your response was a near whisper.

‘’Do you have a girlfriend?’’ Dharma repeated, staring you down almost predatory.

You wanted to say no, but her advances were putting you on edge.

Without much further thought behind it, remembering the strange breeze you’ve been feeling during the night.. The sound of rats running around in the wardrobe near your bed, and the storage cupboard in the hallway.. No rat is human-sized. And there was no door bell to alert you of Dharma’s entry into the building just now.. Perhaps that would explain how Jilvy ran out of food so fast?

‘’I- I have a boyfriend.’’ In the back of your head, your mind recalled the brief encounter you had with the beautiful man earlier. Hoping that if she did indeed sneak around here, she might have observed your awkwardness earlier.

But.. That didn’t seem to change her mind. ‘’It’s Gale, isn’t it? He’s here.. To sneak around and.. Cheat on me.’’

‘’What?’’ You worded in disbelief. No, she didn’t come here to stalk you.. Of course not. This weirdo was convinced the wizard was here for you! But why? You never even talked to him. And- Cheat? Oh gods.. This woman is nuts.

‘’My charm spell didn’t work on you, but that doesn’t matter. I’ll remove you, and he’ll return to Waterdeep. Sit tight, it won’t take long!’’ While she spoke the words in a cheerful tone, and moved her hands to cast a spell, the thrumming energy that was building up earlier burst out of you, causing you to dash forward with psionic energy and swing right out of the door.

‘’I’m going to find my boyfriend- Bye!’’ Is all you could utter, hoping it would keep her from chasing you down in public.. 

Certainly the guard would not take kindly to an attempted public murder attempt, only for you to quickly remember that you have done the same yourself not too long ago.

Shit.

Without a weapon to defend yourself, all you could rely on were these strange bursts of power, bursts that gave you horrible headaches and made you lose sight of where you were walking..

You took your chances and avoided the guards, running down a street, stumbling only to see Dharma chase after you. She was much slower, and thus you kept running.

A few turns later brought you to an empty alleyway, familiar enough for you to know where you were. Just a couple of turns and you could hide in a busy town square.. However, seeing as it was getting late, hiding in the crowd might not be ideal. There weren’t enough people walking around at this hour to get lost between.

Turning your head around and round while catching a breath, you got spooked by the slightest hint of orange in your near vicinity, only to realise it was just a carpet hanging on someone’s window. Perhaps you had shaken her off for now.

Then, as you regained your balance, your eyes with those of a tiefling. Earlier you’d hoped to run into the handsome man again, but the tiefling looked like.. An adventurer. Perhaps he’d be more understanding of your situation.

The tiefling however, had frozen in place at the sight of you, causing you to freeze as well.

This sensation wasn’t pleasant, but you had to fight through it, Dharma could enter the alley any moment.

You could call out for help, but no words would leave your mouth, so you awkwardly strutted over to him, whispering loudly. ‘’Please- For a moment- Could you pretend to be my boyfriend?’’ You grit your teeth at how awkward the request must sound, looking over your shoulder, wary of the colour orange.

The Tiefling had a strangely calm aura around him, his shocked and startled expression faded and gave you a familiar, warm smile. He was about to speak when you could smell the arcane energy of whatever spell the woman was holding.

‘’THERE YOU ARE! You fiance-stealing-piece of shit-’’ Dharma’s voice rattled on about whatever insane delusions she had come up with the past week. You took your chance and hid behind the Tiefling, who tensed up as you brushed against him.

‘’What seems to be the problem, miss?’’ The tiefling’s voice was stern, mature. He kept up an act. ‘’Why are you chasing my darling around town?’’ Darling. That word made you feel weird.

‘’Wait.. Does he have a boyfriend? Oh.’’ Dharma lowered her hands, her magic waning.

‘’So you weren’t..’’ Dharma paused, trying to process this new information. 

‘’This all seems to be a big misunderstanding.’’ Dharma smiled with a teethy expression, stumbling. ‘’I thought he was.. No. Sorry.’’ She grew quiet.

Then she pulled her head upwards, almost in a sense of clarity. ‘’You don’t look like you’re dating, though. I’ve never seen you at the tavern before.. This is.. a ruse!’’ The mage put her hands back together, ready to load up whatever insane spell she was ready to cast earlier.

‘’I assure you, you don’t want to do that.’’ The Tiefling confidently placed his hand around yours, interlocking your fingers. You squeezed his hand, trembling.

‘’Murdering a young couple out on the streets.. Wouldn’t that be a crime?’’ His voice.. It was teasing, challenging. And his eyes, malice. He wanted her to try. 

To give him a reason to kill her out in the open. But.. He kept his composure. There was intelligence behind the quiet aggression.

For a stranger you’ve only just met, he seemed pretty heroic to you. It did concern you a little though.. What if.. The second Dharma was dealt with, the tiefling would turn on you? It’d be back to running off.. No more tavern.. No more Jilvy.. No more bed.. Just ice cold neverwinter and guards you could not trust. Hide.. Please let me hide.. You thought.

Then, he gave you a reassuring squeeze, the tension disappeared. ‘’Have you nothing to say for yourself, mage?’’ The tiefling spoke up again. Dharma began to mumble incomprehensibly. Her spell dissipated again. She started pulling at her orange dyed hair, then turned around.. And just walked off.

You let out a loud wheeze of air, realising you held your breath earlier. On reflex, you pull your hand away and stumble, leaning on the wall of the alley. ‘’Fuck.’’

The tiefling turns to you, with a worried look. ‘’Are you alright, T- … Terribly sorry.. Take your time.’’ his stutter caught you off guard, almost as if he was about to speak your name.

You took a few deep breaths, ‘’Thank you,’’ holding on to the wall behind you, ‘’I’m grateful-’’ And then you turn around and just.. Unwind whatever bile had risen in your stomach and release it to the cold snow. ‘’.. There goes my lunch.’’ You mutter as you wipe your mouth.

….

It’s Tav! As the scene had unfolded in front of him, he almost did not recognize his dearest treasure. He looked out of breath, scared. The scent of his adrenaline had led Astarion straight to him.

He wasn’t as dishevelled as Astarion thought he would be.. Tidied up.. But, thinner. His hair was a little longer than he’d remembered. And his eyes had lost some of their once so rich colour.

He was excited.. And frightened, when he stumbled over towards him asking for help. That was all it took for Astarion to keep on his mask and pretend to be this strong willed and helpful Tiefling adventurer..

When the insane wizard walked off, he quietly cursed the fires in his mind that craved to kill her on the spot.. No, he couldn’t just kill at random without understanding the situation.

Everything was going well.. And then Tav threw up his lunch from the shock. He wanted to hold him, pat his back, tell him everything was going to be alright.. But right now, he wasn’t Astarion. He was some random tiefling adventurer, so he had to act the part.

He needed to know where Tav had been hiding all this time.

‘’Nasty.. I would’ve done the same if I was in your position.’’ He turned his disguised face to look at the footsteps Dharma left behind in the snow. ‘’I mean the vomiting, walking up to strangers and asking them to pretend to be their boyfriend though..? An unusual call for help. What was she after?’’ Astarion eyed Tav as he leaned on the wall, trying to balance himself.

‘’I don’t know.. She’s nuts.’’ He paused, recollecting his thoughts. ‘’She’s some student that chased after her teacher into the tavern I work at.’’ 

‘’And.. I take it she was stalking this teacher?’’ Astarion quickly read into the situation with the new context.

‘’Yes, she was practically begging him to marry him.. I think after my boss sent her away, she must’ve snuck into my room somehow and hid there for .. Weeks? Gods.. She was plotting to kill me.’’ 

From the strange rant Dharma had earlier, she likely convinced herself she was going to marry this teacher.. He probably was a regular customer.. Tav is wearing an apron. He works at the front of the bar in a tavern, then. It all comes together..

‘’She was plotting to kill me..’’ Tav repeated, sinking to the snowy stone floor. His facial expression contorted with one of fear and withdrawal.

‘’Hold on,’’ Astarion reached out with his hand. ‘’I’ll stick around as long as you need. Talk to me.’’ Tav quietly took his hand and allowed him to pull him up.

‘’Okay.’’

Tav guided him down the street, holding his hand tightly for a moment as they walked a bit, he tensed up and released Astarion’s hand. ‘’Sorry-’’

‘’It’s alright. You work at a tavern?’’

‘’Yes.’’

‘’You smell awfully fruity though, are you sure?’’

‘’Oh, it’s.. It’s not the kind that serves alcohol. I pour tea.’’

‘’Wouldn’t that make it a teahouse..?’’

‘’No-no. More like a tiny restaurant, but operated like a tavern I guess.. There’s a bar.’’

‘’That sounds like a teahouse.’’

‘’Well my boss says it's a tavern, so.. I think it’s a tavern..?’’

The awkward silence cut in, making Astarion withdraw from his usual cool and get lost in Tav’s eyes. He definitely changed, but he hadn’t aged. The clothes he was wearing were concealing the loss of weight, his hair was messy but it wasn’t dirty. His hands were covered in bandages from small cuts, the kind you get from peeling potatoes.

He had been here working all this time.. Forgetting about Baldur’s gate, forgetting about him.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have worried so much.. No. Tav was in danger just now!

He didn’t seem happy at all. Astarion could smell the hormones in his sweat, and combine that reading with his expression. Behind all the masking and fearful spikes of adrenaline was a stilling emptiness, something familiar.

The chill of illithid magic that he had used during their adventure resonated off of him, quietly. Subtly. Psionic magicks. 

Netherse magic, a remainder.. There’s no tadpole left in his head. There couldn’t be. He’d have transformed long ago. Whatever brain-altering the tadpoles he’d absorbed have done, it left a mark.

‘’Oh SHIT- SHIT! I left the door unlocked- Jilvy could come back any moment-’’ Tav erupted, turning around and about to wander off. ‘’Sorry- I’m sorry, and thanks so much again! I’ll figure this out-’’ He sputtered, running off and not giving Astarion a chance to ask where he worked.

But that wasn’t a problem, he got Tav’s fresh scent now. It was only a matter of time..

And he had so many things to plot ahead.

[pridepages]

Make the Yuletide Gay: “Snow for Christmas”

Happy Christmas from Pride Pages! We have a special edition featuring Rainbow Rowell’s short story “Snow for Christmas”...

Here there be spoilers!

It’s a jolly holiday for snowbaz fans! Our favorite rivals-to-allies-to-lovers have grown by leaps and bounds since we left them in Any Way the Wind Blows. They’re cohabitating, domesticated, and surrounded by friends and loved ones. The holiday’s looking to be merry and bright. Except for one thing...The Grimms have invited Baz AND Simon to the family hearth for Christmas!

Although, some things haven’t changed. Baz’s stepmum extends the invitation, saying “we hope you’ll bring a guest...whomever you might want to spend Christmas with, I was thinking Simon Snow.”

You know: Baz’s buddy. His pal. Eight snakes!

When Baz cries out to Simon “I don’t want to be closeted in my own home on Christmas!” I felt that. Deeply. 

Here’s the thing: as Simon points out, this looks like acceptance. “They already know you’re gay--everyone knows you’re gay! Are you upset that you didn’t get to give a speech? They invited you to bring your boyfriend home to meet them properly...How will you be less closeted going alone--than with me right there, sitting next to you?”

But people knowing while still refusing to talk about it--living under a taboo that you feel in your heart even if it was never explicitly said--still feels like being shoved in a closet. When you know people around you are uncomfortable in the knowledge of who you are...then YOU feel uncomfortable existing around them as who you are. And you feel pain in that awareness.

Fans of the series will remember that Baz’s queerness is not the only unspoken reality about Baz’s identity. The fact of his vampirism is also censored. For years, the family takes it for granted that Baz does not eat with them. If he were to do so, his fangs would be exposed and their carefully constructed fiction would collapse. But, as readers know, Baz has learned to control his fangs between holidays. And with his boyfriend’s support, Baz gets to flex his new skill. When Baz demonstrates that he can eat Christmas dinner with the family for the first time in years, the party really gets started. Most significantly, Baz’s father goes from “steeling himself at the sight” of his guests to “openly staring...his eyes are shining.” 

In the wake of the family celebration, Simon and Baz feel open to be more comfortably themselves. Baz pivots from calling Simon “Snow” to calling him “Darling” at the table, not blinking when Simon calls him “Babe.” 

It’s not perfect. After all, “No one asks what’s changed. Or what it means. Where my fangs have gone. For them, the only variable factor is Simon...my family might think I’m cured. If they do, I’ll let them go on thinking it. Cured by homosexuality. Cured by Simon’s ministrations.” I don’t love the implication that Baz has to be thought of as “cured” or otherwise “fixed” of the vampirism he had no choice in contracting in order to bring joy to his family with his presence. I furthermore resent the idea that Baz’s queerness only becomes acceptable to his family--in their tacit way--because it’s seen as somehow related to said cure/fix. 

I don’t want to be a total grinch about this little Christmas card to the fans. There are so many snippets of Simon and Baz just oozing love all over each other, whether it’s Baz calling Simon “the handsomest man I’ve ever laid eyes on” with Simon replying “I thought you said vampires could see themselves in mirrors.” Or apparently a shared competence kink: Baz “trying not to look impressed...it’s a constant effort” by Simon’s swordplay or Simon calling Baz’s shooting his wand from a cuff “dead sexy.” Plus, we get Simon Snow deciding the is-Die Hard-a-Christmas-movie issue (conclusion: yes). Still, it makes me wish we could have seen our boys at the Salisbury Christmas where they could have been “as gay as we want...we can be extra gay, as a treat.” Like all queer people, Simon and Baz deserve untempered comfort and joy among friends and loved ones every day of the year...but especially around the holidays.

To all my rainbow siblings struggling to find a safe hearth to keep warm during the holidays, know that hearts are with you. We all deserve celebrations where we are safe and loved, merry and bright.

To those of us lucky enough to have found our forever homes and families, I wish you every good thing today and every day. 

Keep making the yuletide gay!

[carmasi]

Mercenary For Hire Chapter 9 -pt 1

Farewells are never easy 

Kyrius felt a warm gentle touch on her cheek, her eyes fluttered opening slightly. She couldn’t remember when she had fallen asleep, but as her brown eyes finally were open the darkness soon enveloped her, she almost jumped back in fear before noticing the small fire lit by her side.

 “Hush is fine..” His voice came from above. 

She was no longer on his lap, his satchel to her side served as a rest for her heads a pillow. He kneel in front of her, no doubt noticing her body language and how she almost jumped a in fear. His finger gracing her cheek, that's what she felt before. She whimpered wanting to lean into his touch, but sat up straight before her body moved on her own. She craved safety, security, and right now, he was the only source of security she had. He was surprise noticing how she jumped at him, and held on to his chest. He would’ve thought she was doing better by now. He patted her head instinctively, in an attempt to soothe her trembling demeanor  

“We have to go now” he whisper, and she looked up at him, her brown eyes widen in a question  

“I can’t tell  whether it is day or night, and you’re probably too scared to even try. So we have to find a way out in the surface before we could head back to Rachel” as he spoke he let go of her, she reached out and he took her hand on his, interlacing his finger with hers, he thank the gods, Odin  freya, whomever was out there, That they were under a  dimmed light or she would've seen the red burning through his tan skin. “It’s fine” he whispered, he come to realize, just how scare she was, and how somehow, his small gestured made her see him as a safe haven, at least for now.

He picked the little they have left, pausing for a moment as he contemplated the items he kept on his satchel, he put them all away and kneel in front of the warlock “ alright jump on” she looked at him surprise, was he serious when he said he’d carried her? She shook her head, embarrassment flushing up her cheek 

“ I couldn’t ask you to… I- I can walk” she replied to his suggestion to which he countered. 

“You can’t.. And even if you tried you'll just make it worse on yourself, now … either I give you a piggyback ride , or I’ll have to carry you a different way” he blush at how that sound, not looking at her. 

How embarrassing would it be if he were to parade himself around Rachel carrying the woman on his arms bridal style. ”o - okay” Her arms wrapped around his shoulder as she went up his back and his arms move to support her weigh, she was lighter than he thought. He grabbed a piece of wood and wrapped it’s tips around with a torn up piece of his cloak,  making a torch. “I’m going to put the fire out now..”  he felt the grip she had on his body tighten at the thought. “You can close your eyes until I find an exit to the surface.. Shouldn't  be long, so feel free to cling to me if you need to”. He blushed again, as she smiled, her eyes closing, and resting her  head on his broad back. It felt warm,  her heart a flutter, her breath catch as she bit her lips, she thought to herself;  he is warm.

She couldn’t tell how long they’ve walked for,  but it seemed like an eternity. As he said,  she closed her eyes, it had calmed her fears down, but above all, being able to rest against his back, and take in his scent had been more soothing than she expected. A strange scent, a mixture of spearmint and moss, oozed from the man, but it wasn’t bad, it was soothing and it relieved her stress and her fear. Who would’ve thought she’d feel this safe in the arms of a man again. She found herself frowning at the idea “ I just met him” she scolded mentally, but she couldn't deny how he’d made her feel, and how her heart was beating out of control just by being carried on his back “where're here” his husky voice, woke her up from her fantasies. She open her eyes to meet the beautiful light reflecting from the ice walls in the first level of the cave, her grip loosen on him she  was not longer surrounded by darkness. But still, she found herself not wanting to let go, even if her grip had loosen up, she didn’t stop clinging to him. 

[mistresskayla-blog1]

Tooth First into Her

Fandom: Richard Armitage - Ray Levine - Stay Close AU

Characters: Ray Levine x OC Jesula Paul

Warnings: fluff, violence, drunkenness, black outs, werewolf, full moon.

Word Count: 2.2 k

Location: Haiti, Carribean (insulated fantasy timeline)

Part 2 . Part 1 here

Prompt: Lyn's writing event May 2024 - Chupacabra

Part 2…   Song: Season of the Witch - Donovan

Sunset was in about 3 hours, at the Equator the days and nights were about 12 hours, meaning you could drink at night for a considerable amount of time. Ray wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse at this point. So he decided to walk down to the beach again and just watch the waves like he liked to do on the boardwalk. It helped him think, and since his world had opened back up after Cassie. He found he didn’t ponder nearly as much as he used to. His phone buzzed in his pocket as he was leaving his room, Ray answered it.

“Yeah?” Ray answered. “Oy, what are you doing right now, I got a good lead” Fester said over the line. Ray smiled as he strolled down the hallway, “I’m out man. I can’t.”

Fester groaned, “Can’t or won’t?” Ray laughed, “Can’t I’m not home, I’m down in Haiti at moment, remember I left you a message.” Ray explained.

Fester tapped at his forehead, “Right, right. Sorry about that. Well it might still be here when your back, when are you back then?”

Ray looked up as he walked through the lobby at the ornate architecture, his camera swinging on his neck, “A couple of days,”

“Fine, fine. That’s no problem, have fun doing, whatever and whomever you want out there.” Fester chuckled.

Ray looked at his phone, as he left the hotel and moved towards the sea, “Yeah, we’ll see. I’m hunting for something down here, but I did meet a girl today, we’re having dinner.”

“Oh, well, aren’t we the Casanova” Fester teased him.

Ray leaned against a railing, “Nah, just finding beauty here and there. You know I can’t be serious just yet.” 

Fester nodded audibly, “Sure, sure. I understand. Alright my darling, best be off,” Fester hung up before Ray could reply. Ray shoved his phone back in his pocket and continued towards the shore. When he got to a spot he liked, he plopped his ass down and just sighed longingly as he stared out to the water. An all-consuming lady before him, as he sat on this island, he realized just how powerful the sea could be. One bad storm and he could be wiped clean off this map.

Ray hoped that the lady he met today wasn’t all consuming too, she seemed different somehow, sweet, but dark. Not just her skin, which he was attracted to, but some kind of deeper secret. Ray knew that feeling, that secrets inside a person can create that ominous aura about them. He hoped his was lighter these days, and that his memory loss was a thing of the past.

Ray watched the sunset, strolling along the water’s edge, taking pictures as he went. He met the jungle’s edge he had encountered the night before and with more light he stepped into it without caution. His camera sat against his belly as he eased into the brush and found a foot path that winded eastward away from the resort and towards the rock face. There wasn’t much beach here, just brush. And after about 5 minutes Ray wasn’t sure if he should just turn around and go back, and then he heard something ahead of him. A bleet of a goat nearby. “goats” Ray said aloud. He continued to the clearing on the other side and found several goats in a garden. A small hut sat near the locals road, but he didn’t see any other people around. The sea breeze kicked up then, sending his hair flying in all directions, when he cleared it with his hand, he saw a woman there staring at him.

---

She was dressed in a head wrap and skirts, like Jesula, but she was a bit older. Her dreads, laid about her aging face, and seeing Ray there, pale as he was, and clueless she grinned broadly. Her finger crooked out towards him, beckoning him towards her. Ray curious walked towards her, looking both ways as he did, though he was only crossing the garden. The goats gave way, and she walked into the hut. Ray followed obediently. Ray crossed the threshold of the hut, ducking slightly to get through it. She was sitting at a table, draped in cloth. Incense was burning, a strong scent that reminded him of the boardwalk tellers.  A goat came in, bleeting towards its mistress. She cooed at it, and smacked its ass, it left abruptly, and rejoined the group outside.

“You are here to find something, are you not?” the older women asked Ray.

Ray nodded, “Yeah, that’s right. I’m, well,” he kind of smirked, “for someone or some thing I guess.”  She took his hand suddenly, “The chupa - cabra,” her voice came up at the end of the word, like a campy act, rolling the rrs and aas. And Ray pulled his hand away, swiftly.

“That’s right”, he rubbed his hands together nervously, “Do you know something I don’t?”

The women cackled a little and started shuffling her deck on the table, “There is probably a lot I know, that you don’t judging from your lost expression, and your years.”

Ray laughed, “What? I’ve got plenty of good years left, just because she –“ Ray stopped.

The fortune teller looked right through him it seemed, “You will learn much here,” she set cards down in front of him, in a cross pattern. She looked away from Ray and towards the cards, Ray felt less unease as her eyes darted from him. He looked at the cards, not really understanding at their meaning. But several looked violent and caught his attention.

In the first position from the center, there stood a boatman looking out towards the water, holding a staff (3 of wands). Second to the left was a woman with swords horizontal along the wall behind her and she looked distressed in bed (9 of swords). Third was a hanged man, to the right. The fourth, below the first card was a woman holding a cup by a shore (page of cups), and the last card (above) was a man sitting on a chariot with two horses, one black and one white, banners of triumph swishing behind him (the Chariot). The fortune teller made little noises and ticks as she laid them on the table.

Ray mused, and dared to look at her, as she began to speak, “I see many challenges in your past and some new ones in your future”, She grabbed at Ray’s hand as he reached to point at the hanged man, she hissed and scratched him, causing his wrist to bleed.  

Ray drew back his hand, “Ow,” he let out. She cackled again, and smeared the blood on the card he was going to ask about.

“You will learn a great deal from your time here, under the full moon”, she smiled, “Yes, she,” the fortune teller pointed to the lady on the beach, “will have a gift for you, how you choose to use it, is up to you”. Ray tried to remain thoughtful, but a small smile raised onto his brow. He The fortune teller glared at him, “not like that boy, it’s a special gift you will take with you back to the north.” Ray looked mildly intrigued, as she sighed and pulled out some other things from her pocket.

“And, (she shook out some stones onto the Fool card) you will make some mistakes along the way, be weary of your dreams, they may in fact be your reality.” She cleaned up the cards and stones and shooed him away like she had the goat. Ray moved to pull his wallet out, and she laughed, “Oh, I’ll get my nub soon enough from ya, just get on with it,”

Ray left, feeling even more puzzled than when he came in, what the heck was she talking about, what could Jesula have to teach him. I mean, there are certainly things in his mind he would like to learn from her, his smile curled across his face, as he made it back to the resort shoreline.

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 Now the darkness was upon him, and he heard the band playing at the bar. Jesula was standing at the edge of where the deck met the sand. Her soft, tight black curls were sitting high on her head, exposing her neck in a delicious way. Her dress was low cut, and playfully wispy. Ray was definitely motivated to get closer to her. He walked up towards her and she smiled as he approached her.

“Ray”, she cooed, “how was your walk?”

Ray looked at Jesula up close, that scent breezed by him, and he sighed warmly.

“Just speaking with spirits, did I keep you long?” Ray absently looked down at a watch that he never wore on his bangled wrist. He smiled as he looked back into her eyes.

Jesula, turned towards some other people at the bar, “No, no. I had some friends around.” She locked eyes with him, “Do you want to take a walk, or get a drink at the bar?”

Ray chuckled, “A drink, I would like a drink, if you don’t mind”. Jesula, took his arm and led him up to the deck of the bar. He asked the bartender for a beer and the sound of the pop of the metal top was still audible against the island music back drop. He nodded and took the bottle taking some gulps, Jesula nodded at the bartender who was wearing a sash across his forehead clearly hiding something on his head. Ray takes no notice of this, as Jesula lead him by the shirt to the dance floor. He dances at his best, swaying his hips to hers. His hands reaching for her ass, as she spun and met his gaze giggling. He set the beer down on a nearby table, it was empty already. Then he put both his hands on her waist and pulled her close, swaying more determinedly.

Across the bar, a tall, burly looking black man with tight dreads was watching them. His sneer was nearly audible to onlookers.

Ray’s hands moved up Jesula’s back, and he dipped her, she cackled in enjoyment. He straightened her, and they nearly kissed, bumping noses.

Two more eyes piercing towards them were noticed by Jesula, and she spun to face them across the bar, rubbing her ass against Ray who was holding her around the belly now. Her scent, full into his nose, he rubbed his face against the back of her neck. “God, you smell intoxicating,” he said, even when the chorus to Black Magic Woman began to play on the bar’s sound system.

Jesula, turned to face Ray and kissed him, her hands cupping his face, she dragged her fang along his bottom lip, and Ray didn’t flinch. His lip curled up in a grin and he kissed her back, desirously, his hands pulling her closer against him.

They danced some more, undulating bodies in synchronicity to the pop music blarring across the open bar. Ray had another beer, and another. Jesula kept an eye on the others, who sniffed and snarled by the pool table and back at the bar stools. Ray was completely fixed on her, and did not see any danger coming. Then with a snap of his wrist, a fist came towards him. And Ray swung to catch it, letting go of Jesula, protecting her with his body.

The tall, dreaded man swung at him, and made contact with Ray’s ribs, drawing an ‘oof’ from his breath. He swung back and the two tossled into a table and chairs. The music kept playing, even as Ray took several more hits. And a second man grabbed him off the first one. Hauling him off the launch and into the sand.

Ray stood up and cackled a laugh, “Come on boys, lets go again” he danced in the sand, undisturbed. His hands balled into fists ready to fight. Three jumped off the launch and onto the sand, circling him. He could see the glare of their fangs when they smiled, and they’re voices were booming deep. Deeper than his. Ray cleared his throat, dropping his hands, “Come on guys, its just a little kiss. She kissed me. Look if you’re her,” Ray got punched straight in the jaw before he could finish. And then other two started pummeling him until he fell into the sand. Ray took the hits, figuring they would tire out a moment for him to stand back up. But as he felt the sand surround him, he knew, he was nearing that moment where he lost time.

Ray sprang back up like an animal and landing his own punches, sending two of them to the ground, and the third back up against the launch. Ray snarled and his teeth shone white against the hanging lights of the bar. Jesula, came between them then.

“Alright. Alright. Hes had enough, get going now”. She swatted away at the three burly men like they were flies on her kitchen table. She took Ray’s hand and led him further down the beach, away from the bar. And laid him down in the sand. He was starting to fade into sleep. She watched his eyes roll and recover. Now was her chance...

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[delugedecade]

What's left to lose?

TW: Suicide

[First Posted: 12/13/18] [Context: 2018 was... God RWBY Vol 6? So this was before the Atlas Arc. I first wrote this in high school and guess where I posted this? The RWBY Amino! Lol remember that shitshow app? Anyway, this is something for you guys in the mean time while I do my placement.]

Whitley stands atop the roof of the Schnee Mansion, clasping his hands together and exhaling into the pocket of his palm. Whitley watched the blood orange sunset, adorning the coat of General Ironwood. He was much more of a fatherly role model than his Father. All Jacques left was a kingdom of lies and a miserable pile of secrets. Of course, he left at the fall of the legacy, leaving Whitley to salvage the scraps. Well, he wouldn't be alone on the roof if the salvage operation was successful.

Weiss had abandoned him once again, back to saving the world again, with her teammates, her friends. She could've stayed a while longer, maybe for a fine Earl Grey from Klien, but Klien had left much before Weiss returned. Mother was relocated to a hospital, Father deemed it necessary for a woman in her condition. What a farce. At least she could finally get some help from someone better than him. Winter was last seen lost in the snows of the Atlas Mainland. Winter's hardy and determined, she'll push through the cold. They say she's finds companionship with a dusty old crow.

Darkness set in, but the sunset's glow did not, nor did the Atleasean cold blanket the mansion. Wisps of ash rose from the tempest below. Soft crackles grew. Loud arguing reached his ear, just like how it had been for many years with Jacques, and whomever remained in his personal circle. Whatever security that the Schnee family owned, lost in the flames. All riches returned to Weiss, Whitley believed she would have greater use for it. Thankfully clean from Jacques muddy hands.

Roaring flames crept up the estate, with the White Fang ravaging the rooms below. If they took him, it would mean Weiss would be at their mercy just to get him back. He had been too much a burden already. Whitley could feel the blaze beneath him. It was time, to end a dirty legacy, and let his sisters rise from its ashes. His scroll opens. One final message.

"Good evening. I am the first son, of the dishonorable Jacques Schnee. My name is Whitley Schnee. I send this as the White Fang burn my home to the ground. This is the truth."

"Jacques is dead, a corpse eaten in the snow. General James Ironwood is dead, assassinated for Jacques to claim his power. My mother is broken, abused by the man she married, but now in safe hands."

"I will die, so there shall be no burden, and that The White Fang earn a pitiful victory, in a battle of their war. To my sisters, like me you may not, but I cherish our memories together."

"To the Faunus, I apologize for the pain that my Father induced. And a reply I don't need, as you will not accept, I am sure."

"Lastly, to the Fox Faunus named Laeva Tein, You deserve more than a broken man with a dirty legacy and his world of trouble. I die here in my fallen kingdom"

"There he is! Surround him!"

The fierce cry of a White Fang member, pointing gun for his prey's head.

Sent. For the world to see the truth. Open closet, open book, the chamber is open. Once it was completed, it fell into the flames. Hands in pockets, coat flapping against the rising heat.

"A fine evening gentlemen, a brilliant blaze to mark the victory against one of your greatest oppressors. But this is no victory in your war, nor your battle. No victory is strength. Your leader has long forgotten, that even a minute action can move mountains, like a train coming late. Something finer. All you have is a simple soul left to claim, and I will take this victory, by taking your prized soul."

Whitley runs forward to the edge.

And leaps.

Rustling winds became snapping flames.

White burns black.

Red burns gold.

The fiery snake consumes its prey. Leaving but the ashen skeleton.

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She was too late. The black smoke against the horizon of dawn. A crow circles over. She knelt down in the char, afraid his remains would crumble in her hands. The crow stands behind her, cursing their luck.

"Do not mistake your misfortune as the cause. This was the last of my brother's wishes. What's left to lose?"

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She should have stayed. The screen turns black and his face appears again. She sat down, and a black cat sits at her side, rubbing her shoulder, allowing her to lean against each other.

"Do not mistake my past as the cause. It was that man's wishes, and your brother's attempt to clean your past for a better future. We must move onward, not there yet to the peace we fight for. We cannot afford to lose anymore."

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Heels echo the halls. Adorned in white, off centre hair now unraveled.

Heels echo the halls. Adorned in black, a gown over her frame, tail drooped low.

"Miss Schnee, I cannot thank you enough for your hospitality."

"You are family now. You belong in this house as much as me."

The grand doors open. And another head of white hair appears.

"Miss Tein, I finally got her into the dress. But she's stubborn to take off those squeaking shoes."

"It's something you'll have to deal with, Mrs Schnee. Don't push yourself. That black bird of yours will be back soon, and you'll have the rest of the day with us."

"What was he like? In, both regards of love?"

"Mrs Schnee, asking about my experience? I don't think you'd believe me."

"Well, I remember our first time meeting. Whitley sheltered me as I was escaping from some Anti Faunusists. To think he'd do such a thing for me. But perhaps loneliness breeds desire for warmth. He would often visit the cafe, expresso, three sugars and cream. He stayed late, and left before I closed up shop. He stayed even if it meant his favourite window side table had glass shards on it or was dented by the brick that caused it, even if his view was ruined by eggs or graffiti. It was a long while until he took the first step and ask me for my shift times. Soon, it was small talk across a table, he would complain about family."

"Then one day, he broke. I never saw him anymore venerable, having bid farewell to the mother he barely knew. And then... I realised my love. Two souls curled in their world of loneliness and melancholy. Escape in the confinement of our arms. The little things made the most memories, how he would stroke my tail as he slept, and how nipping his nape would burn his ears. But, then Jacques abandoned him. We had only one night together in his year of struggle. And then..."

Squeaks echo the hall. Adorned in blue, a loose ribbon around the stub of her tail.

Laeva picked up the little girl, nuzzling her nose.

"Whitney won't know what her father is like. But she'll know that her father was a great man, my hero. After all, she's all I have left of him."

[stalemateserial]

45

She's used to waking up the day after and needing to prepare. Fabricating an excuse for the welts and nail drags that wound up in spots clothes didn't fit over, or else why she was wearing a turtleneck in June. She used to pendulate between impish delight at playing a part so well, convincing everyone that there was no need to suspect her, and deep resentment at the fact that acting was a requirement, not a diversion.

Not this time. It's such a foreign sensation that a feeling in her chest insists that no, there must be something that has to be done. A compulsion frantically compels, demanding she find whatever crack in the foundation in need of papering over. What if Mission Control could see?

But they couldn't, could they? And even if they could, it was a bit late to talk her way out of it now. All that left was living it up while she could. She settles back into the compartment that cannot really hold the both of them, stamping minute kisses across stirring skin, cozying up into her arms again.

Groaning rumbles in her ear wake her up for the second and final time. A yawn, a stretch, a hand idly stroking through her hair, combing the mussed streaks of black straight again, all before she's opened her eyes. Judy smiles when she finally gets a glimpse of the brown irises underneath Ruth's fluttering lids, groggy from a deep and restful sleep. She's tracing star patterns into the freckles on her chest, giggling like a sorority girl.

"Hello…." Ruth mumbles, half-coherent but elated.

"Morning," Judy replies, rearing herself to Ruth's height to kiss her again. They linger, Ruth's hastening heartbeat announcing itself against Judy's skin. Another yawn and a stretch, and Judy frees herself from the cocoon, feeling very changed indeed. Judy's dressing herself in a few more layers of clothing, Ruth resting her head against her palm, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. Her shipmate does her a kindness and throws a few articles of clothing that were left drifting in the microgravity.

"We really did it, Judy."

"We did. I'm happy to say it was worth the wait."

"It's strange. This is the part where we'd jump in the shower, to make sure the perfume doesn't stay mixed, and we'd have to whisper so the neighbors didn't suspect anything, and we'd plot out exactly how whomever stayed the night leaves. We'd wait until the work day had well and truly started, then one of us would just have to go. We can't go see a movie, I have to be coy if I call her up. But here…"

Ruth turns a little red, now, laughing gently to herself. She starts off quiet; "We spend the night together, and then… we spend the day together! We can be as loud as we want, we can tear down the walls." She's raised her voice now, not from anger, but sheer defiance. She's crying out as if the vibrations could cut through the air and steel into the great vacuum. "I fucked Judy Martin! And there's not a damn thing you can do about it here!"

Judith laughs, getting Ruth back into her arms. "We're still playing the game, though, aren't we? Because you left your pawn open, and I'm taking it." As if to punctuate this, she kisses Ruth again, a lover's peck on the lips.

"So you're just leaving your rook open? My rook takes it, then."

"This is going to get interesting, isn't it?"

"It hasn't already?"

"Point taken."

They leave the sleeping quarters, hand in hand, in defiance of all those that are below them for the first time.

[fuckbirdtales-blog]

More Fuckbird

We have just left the kids with the babysitter and gone back to the building site that we hope will become a home but right now consists of an expensive timber frame shell with a roof and insulation. We climb the ladder to the first floor and check the problem in the en-suite that the builder flagged. A window isn’t opening properly and we’ll have to get the guy who installed it to come back and set it right. But the thing we really want to talk about is the money. For about a year now I’ve been investing most of our savings and I can’t explain it but something just clicked. It’s as if I woke up one morning and found myself able to speak fluent Mandarin. Only instead of Mandarin I have suddenly mastered the markets and spread betting in particular. In a short period of time I’ve turned a modest savings sum into serious money. Another year at this rate and we’ll be properly rich. It’s hard to believe but there it is. 

What’s even harder to believe is my wife’s reaction to all of it. Not only is she not angry that I gambled what little money we had left from trying to build a house during a cost of living crisis but she seems genuinely excited about my success. Our success. She was never ever the sort to crave wealth. She always held a deep distrust of anyone wanting to be rich, me included. But here she is, all wide eyed and buzzing. I swear she’s turned on. 

I didn’t think you’d be this happy about money. 

It’s not the money. Though it’s such a relief that we can finish the house like we’d hoped. 

What is it then?

It’s you. I’m so excited and happy to see you do something so well. To see you be so good at this. I’m so happy for you. 

I don’t reply to this because I can feel something new in the air around us. So there’s a pause and she just stares at me, her mouth ever so slightly open. Then she continues. 

I’ll be honest. I feel intimidated by you.

Again I say nothing. I just keep looking at her. She says

I like how it feels. 

I suppose that’s all I need. I say

Get on your knees. Suck my cock. 

Her eyebrows shoot up but she’s kneeling down in the plasterboard dust. She keeps talking as she opens my jeans. 

I’ve decided that I’m going to shave for you. Just like the girls online. My legs and my cunt. 

She gets my cock out. I’ve never been so hard. She rubs her face on my cock. 

Thank you for letting me do this.

She gets my balls out and starts nuzzling them, licking them, sucking them. Soon things are very sloppy with a line of precum running from my cock to her forehead. She jerks me off with a lazy hand, staring up at me, her face already a mess. She says

I've decided something else. I want you to fuck whomever you want.

and she takes my cock deep into her mouth.

I grunt in shock and joy. And mirth. Only my wife would say whomever rather than whoever in such a moment. She sucks and sucks, vigorous at first but then slows down to an easy rhythm. I lean back against the wall and enjoy. I say

Oh yes. Oh yes. Be a good girl and make Daddy cum down your throat.

She tries to say

Yes, Daddy. 

with a mouthful of cock. In the past I would have worried that my orgasm would take too long and her jaw would get tired. But not today. Today I don’t care how long it will take. I rest myself and let it take its time, let her take her time.

She sucks and sucks and sucks.

I say

Good girl. Daddy’s little baby slut. That’s it. Make Daddy happy. Make me happy baby slut. Oh yes. Such a good girl. Yes you are. You’re such a good little pet. Daddy’s little fuck puppy. Be a pretty little porn doll for Daddy.

She pulls my cock out of her mouth, gasping and rubs her face all over my cock and balls. Her face is a wet mess now and drool flows off her chin and down her top. I can see it shining on the top of her tits. Her eyes are wild. She sticks out her tongue and slaps my cock on it. She’s mewling. She’s babbling nonsense. I bunch her hair in my fist, take her throat in my other hand. She grabs a hold of my legs. I cock slap her face and then puncture her mouth. Now I am dangerous and demented. I recklessly fuck her skull, close to losing control. She makes sounds of discomfort but all the time she rubs my legs in encouragement, goading me on. I pop her throat and drill her face. I pound and pound. She is crying now. I cum. I am loud and there is a lot of cum. She takes all that she can but finally her oesophagus convulses my still hard cock out. She keels over spewing spit, phlegm and cum. There are strings of it all over my cock and all over her. It’s in her hair. Her top is splayed to her chest with it all. She is retching. I think she is going to puke. She is sobbing between retches. I rub the top of her head. I am breathing hard. 

Good girl. Oh such a good girl. You did so well. Such a good girl. 

She looks up at me panting. Her face is a ruin. Her eyes are wide open in shock. I've been rough before but nothing like this. She is grinning now. Delirious. She swallows a few times and gets her crying under control. She tries to wipe her face with her hands but gives up. Such a mess. She says

My God. Oh my God. 

Yes, I am. 

She burst out laughing. She says

My God. Yes, you are. 

© 2023 Fuckbird

[athenafire]

The lights go out

closed @rxgeincarnate​

     The air around the Saints camp hung thick with melancholy. Neither Garth, nor the daemon prince Angron knew how to help her now. Garth had given many pathetic attempts to copy his former partner, Pontevallis, gift of always knowing what to say whenever she got like this.

   But nothing seemed to phase her. The lights were on, but...nobody was home. In a single move, Angron had done what the Gods of Chaos, the creatures of the Void, and even the Emperor himself failed to do. Break the embodiment of survival, the desire to keep trudging on no matter how bleak. To snuff out the light in the eyes of the fighting spirit.

   Garth, having failed again, sat down in the rapidly cooling sands as darkness threatened to engulf the realm once again. He failed to notice when her glassed over eyes followed the little puff of sand billowing out from him.

   It flew and undulated in to the air, shifting in the light until what consciousness left in her swore she saw a face. “So this is it, huh? Just going to...lay there and wither away?” spoke a voice that made no sound.

   At first, she did not respond to the shapes goading, until it moved closer, solidifying more. She tried only once to make out the face, but it constantly shifted, making whomever forced this hallucination on her hard to predict.

   “No reason to...” she grumbled, mentally.

   The shifting sands threw up its hands, “It speaks!” it moved around, feigning frustration. “No reason? Oh there’s plenty of reasons, you just don’t want to look for them.” it continued to berate her.

   Meredith closed her eyes, hoping that when she opened them, the vision would be gone. To her dismay, it only grew closer. Now standing centimeters away from her face. From this distance, its features became more clear.  Pieces of faces she knew from somewhere, but could not quite place through the haze.

   “What happened to you? You were the strongest of us all.” the shade did not stop when she pulled away in recognition. “The Meredith we knew never gave in. Even when reality itself fell apart, she found a way to take any monster by  the horns and roar right back at it.” It switched between the faces of townsfolk she knew from the before time.

   “She died.” Meredith grumbled, trying to hide from the faces of people she knew. “All of you died.”

   “Did she now?” the face changed again, embodying another face from her distant past. The very man who taught her how to throw axes, and fight with conviction, even when cornered. It pulled away, giving her breathing room. “I say she gave all of us a second chance.” Once more it shifted to her adoptive father figure, Officer Lancer.

   “Look what good that did...they won’t come together. There’s nothing any of us can do.”    Meredith blinked, shaking some of the haze from her eyes. In the distance, she could make out more of the shade. More recent faces, Buckshot, Hawk, Longhaul... members of her legion. All waiting at the ready. She felt something stir in her soul. The fragment? No..something else...

   “I failed all of you!” she whined, a soft noise escaping in to the real world. Quiet, but enough to gain Garths attention.

   “When are you going to get it?” Buckshot spoke up. “We stand by your side because you don’t fail, you learn. You don’t just blame us when you mess up. You take your mistakes, and we do better next time. This isn’t any different. There are people out there crying out for a hero. And there are people ready and waiting to back you up, just as before.”

   “I’m afraid...”

   “We all were. We all are. But you taught us that courage comes from fear. And determination is desperation with direction.” Buckshot replied.

   Hawk chimed in next, “You taught us that the only failure is giving up.”

   “That you can’t stop the charging bull...” Longhaul began.

   “But you can change its direction away from the cliff...” she responded without realizing. It was a saying her adoptive father often said.That feeling from before came back. It urged her legs and arms to push her battered body upwards.

   On her knees, the Saint looked up again at the shade to see the smiling eyes of her best friend, Kai.

   “There you are, Cici. Thought you lost yourself in there.” He said, breathing life in to that tiny ember until it became a raging inferno. The fragment reignited, Meredith compelled her own body to obey, and stand on her own two feet. The world around her vanished, as the heartbeat of this world flooded through her, guiding her soul to reconnect with every soul, living and dead. Time, distance, dimension. All barriers erased to give life back in to the host of Fighting Spirit.

   Garth flinched after his Saint rose to her feet, the sky of the immaterium cracking open as she roared her threat to the chaos gods themselves.

   Nothing will stop her. Not now, not ever.

[bekaroth-reads]

Hey im the one who requested husband wesker but what whould he do if excella was geting angrier and angrier and how wesker is married and trys to do something to the reader but wesker find out. Sorry if im asking to much but thank you and i hope your doing well.

[Hey! couple of things for this one. Firstly and most important: thank you so much for the ask and I’m so sorry that it took so long. Secondly, I need to clarify that I don’t think that everyone that gets work done on their body is evil or something. Also that I think the model for Excella is very beautiful. I was just going for that feeling when you’re mad at someone and you start picking at everything, and it made the first part of the fic sounds kinda mean :p]

There was something to be said about having your husband working the way that he did. As you could imagine, having the love of your life suddenly decide that he was going to take over the world by means of bio-hazardous and ethically dubious methods can put quite the strain on your marriage. On top of that, he seemed to be working with a woman that looked like she just walked out of a sex doll factory. Usually, you wouldn’t be inclined to say something like that about a woman, at least not as an insult, but she seemed to be going for this look for no other reason than to try to manipulate people; and most damning in this case, to try to manipulate your husband. Now, you knew that he wasn’t stupid enough to fall for Excella, but you had seen enough of her to know that she was stupid enough to fall for him. Albert might be your husband, but you could admit that he had a way of duping people into thinking that he was into them so he could get them to do things for him.

You had thought, thought, that he was over that sort of thing, seeing as you hadn’t heard any of the hushed whispers you used to hear about him. Come to think about it, that was most likely because you saw hardly anyone, and when you did Albert was with you meaning that no one dared to say anything then. That is, no one but Excella that is. She seemed to think that she could say whatever she wanted, about whomever she wanted, and however she wanted. And, you were the most recent of her victims. It would seem like her plastic surgeon had used hot air instead of silicone in her last boob work; not that she needed more. It was both a good and a bad thing that you were extremely good at blowing people off, because you didn’t give her the reactions that she wanted; but at the same time the more that she was ignored, the more that she tried to get your ire. She definitely had it, but you weren’t going to give her the satisfaction of knowing it.

“Really, dear,” Excella always tired to put a friendly spin on all of her insults, “I’m just saying it’s a surprise that such a fashionable man as Albert,” she always used his first name even though she didn’t have permission to, “would leave you to walk around in such a…an outfit.” You went to reply something of a half-assed excuse to her, but stopped when the door opened. It was Albert, not to either of your surprise. And, odd enough with how clingy he has been lately, well, physically clingy and emotionally distant, you were happy to have him in the room for no other reason than at least means to get her to shut up. He quirked a brow when neither of you talked. “Keeping secrets are we?” He prodded as he walked your direction. “Oh, no, simply talking about something you aren’t interested in.” Excella chimed in. Albert simply snapped his fingers and pointed toward the door. Excella knew what this meant and left the room briskly.

Albert ran a hand along the side of your neck gently yet possessively. “We’ve talked about this-“

“I know what you’ve said.” you cut him off, not wanting hear his whole spiel about how dangerous things were at the time, especially when you weren’t the one at fault here. “I stayed exactly where you left me. It’s not my fault that your chihuahua left your purse to corner me.” The hand on your neck squeezed slightly and you were warned with a curt, “Watch it.” After a moment of him studying your face, not like he didn’t know you, but rather like he was forgetful of what human emotions looked like, his hold softened. “What has she been doing to you?” Albert asked darkly. Now, you weren’t the most fond of Excella, but you also knew that being on Albert’s bad side was one of the worse curses in the world. You wouldn’t wish it on her for not outgrowing schoolyard antics. “Nothing.” You huffed and leaned back and rested your elbows on the counter behind you.

He leaned with you in kind, and replaced his hands on your neck with his lips. “We both know you’re not telling me everything.”Albert mumbled into your skin before he placed a kiss there. “And, I know that you only get this cozy when you’re trying to get something.” You grumbled back, but didn’t do anything to stop him. There was another, uncharacteristically sweet kiss to your neck. “Do I?” He chuckled. “I’ll have to start asking for things more often.” There were a few more kisses before he move up to whisper in your ear, “I do know one thing you don’t.” He nestled his nose at the side of your face, pressed his lips to your jaw, and mischievously hummed, “We have an audience.” He didn’t have to tell you who it was.

Scoffing, you went to push off the counter and away from him, but you were pinned where you were by his body weight alone. “Oh, don’t be a prude. Let her enjoy the show.” Albert laughed, obliviously enjoying the whole situation as his hands moved to your waist. “Albert.” You warned. You might not have had much sway out here, but you still had ways to put the pressure on him while the two of you were in private. “Relax. It isn’t like she’s going to be around to talk.” He purrs and straitens up, reaching into his pocket to pull out a cloth to wipe his glasses from smudging them on your face. While he did he looked at you with uncovered, primal eyes with a sort of hunger shining in them.

“I’ll have you remember that I am very observant. I know how to put two and two together.” You figured he did, at least when he sent Excella out of the room. But, like you said earlier, being on Albert’s bad side wasn’t something you would wish on someone, so you weren’t going to say anything to him. “Jealous are we?” You decided to try to spin it around. He was quick to catch on though, and spun it right back. “Oh, always, but never as much as you.” There was a quick peck to your lips after this to make sure he didn’t sour your mood too greatly. “I had already made up my mind on the matter, but what I just saw solidified it.” His glasses back on, Albert leaned over you once more. He leaned in by your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “Sit tight a little bit more. She has run through her usefulness and worse insulted you. The two of us are going to have a… job assessment after i walk out that door. I give her a half hour before-“

Albert cut himself off, leaned back, smirked, and said, “Well, no need to be graphic.” You raised your brows questioningly. “Never something that bothered you before.” He smiled at your remark as he held you chin to be sure that your full attention was on him. “Oh, believe me, sweetheart, you are sheltered.” He snickered. “And, when was the last time you used that nickname? I thought you were too god-like now to stoop to such child-like ideas.” You poked fun at him and that weird complex he had gotten a few years ago. His response was to hover his lips above yours with the words, “Never for you.” ghosting over them, pulling him in along with them.

You had almost forgotten about the doomed voyeur at the slightly ajar door. There was not a thought, not even a breath left in your system; like he was pulling your whole soul out of your body with the kiss. It sadly didn’t last as long as you wanted it to, and he was stepping back with the intent of stepping away. “Happy anniversary, love.” He hummed and gave you one more chaste kiss before walking toward the door. You were still a bit dazed, so you almost didn’t catch on to what he said. When you did, you were angry; well, a bit more disappointed than angry. “Hey! That’s not until-

“Early.” Albert added with a turn to you to slide his glasses down a bit and give you a wink. You rolled your eyes and he opened the door on an Excella that was trying to act like she wasn’t just hunched over trying to listen in. When he was out the door, she gave you a look like she just won the lottery. If only she knew.

[1ndulgences]

your only knight

yandere! knights × gn! reader

warnings: stalking, obsessive behavior, some light unsanitary mentions, kidnapping, mentions of drugging, threats of light harm towards the reader

notes: my first original post... i do hope you'll all enjoy it! i was inspired by @yandere-daze and their works to begin my blog, so i dedicate this post to them as a thank you–! i hope you all enjoy...

oh, dear tsukasa... he only wants the best for his darling. you mean so much to him! how can he make sure you won't suddenly disappear? that you'll stay with him always?

tsukasa loves to bring you snacks. the way to one's heart is through the stomach, isn't it? and look how happy you get whenever he asks you to try a new sweet with him... besides, you seem to eat too fast to indulge yourself, or you get too busy to eat.

it starts as a weekly thing, where he only tries to bring you out to this café or the other, spending hours with you until sun down. if you miss a day, he asks you spend more time with him. well, he's the youngest of his unit... maybe he's scared to be left behind by his unitmates? so you agree.

but it gets worse. he asks to go out every day after classes, and gets visibly distraught when rejected. at lunch, he won't let you sit anywhere without him. you don't need to help any other units or do your work, open your mouth so he can give you some cake!

you know you have to put your foot down and tell him to back off once he starts meeting you outside your door, asking to walk with you to class. you never told him where you were staying, so how did he know...?!

oh, but telling him no, telling him to leave and give you space to breathe... he would sniffle as he fights back frustration in tears. no, it won't end. you can't spend time with anyone else or you won't be fed and cared for how he cares for you! why would you want him to leave? if you won't allow him to stay, he'll force you to. don't make it harder than it has to be, darling.

the rope is coarser than it looks, and his family has estates far out of range of that cute phone of yours.

you'll never be free of the feeling you're being watched. between classes, you know you see someone watching from the corner of your eye. while helping other units, you check over your shoulder, sound in the feeling that someone had just been staring at you. it goes so far that if you fall asleep, you awake because there's eyes on you, and you know it. but nobody is ever there when you jolt yourself awake.

you felt safe running to your room each day, finally able to relax without the exhaustion of worrying about whatever was chasing you. ritsu often texts you a lot before you fall asleep. it's comfortable for you, knowing he's on the other side of the screen, keeping you company until you drift off. you always wake up to a few messages of confusion as to why you aren't replying before getting a sweet goodnight text from him.

but suddenly, everything spirals to hell. you wake up suddenly one night to the sound of something slamming shut. you look to your window to see your screen is missing, and you shudder, just knowing that whomever has been watching you found your one safe place. you go to school early that morning, having found yourself unable to sleep.

ritsu notices right away that you're exhausted. he offers to help you skip class to nap, as he knows the best places to hide. you agree without hesitation, and as you walk together to wherever location he's decided on, you tell him about the odd feeling of being watched, and that the stalker had gotten into your room that night. ritsu says that it's likely nerves from overworking yourself.

the place he led you to was the school garden, which was almost uncomfortably empty. you notice a small table with three chairs and a teaset out, and ritsu guides you to sit down. the teaclub met there without him, but there was some left, he said. you were too tired to question, and the tea might help you sleep, after all.

you're nearly finished with your mug when you realize how dizzy you feel. ritsu stands by your side to catch you as you fall to the side, eyes fluttering as they struggle to say open. he apologizes to you, and says that he had to make sure you didn't wake up on the way 'home'. there's a bright screen before you, and when your hazy eyes focus, you realize he's shown you a picture of yourself sleeping that he has on his phone. you're just so cute, darling. he knows how much everyone pressures you to baby them, so it's his turn to baby you.

mikarin won't mind a secret third roommate as long as you promise not to make much noise.

trying to understand izumi felt impossible sometimes. the way he would degrade the ones around him, then get upset when they were hurt by his words... it was a while later you realized he never insulted you. well, not as badly as he did everyone else. a simple 'stupid' or 'annoying' here and there, but never anything as harsh as what the rest of the world heard. you decide that you'll keep your eye on izumi, as something felt off by his behavior. the fact he wasn't insulting towards you reminded you of his obsession with yuuki. nobody wanted that for themselves. sorry, yuuki, but take one for the team?

you reach into your bag at lunch, looking for your makeup pouch. arashi had noted that your foundation was thin, and your blush was fading. but in looking for the pouch, you noticed it was gone. you made a note to check for it once home since arashi decided she wanted to fix your makeup in her style, anyway.

once you got home and began looking for the pouch, you noticed that a lot of things were missing. sunglasses, pictures, a few books... you couldn't think straight enough to tally everything and shudder. someone had been stealing from you. for how long? why? how? you become defensive and don't replace anything that was taken unless it was absolutely necessary. you hold your things with you at all times, and get obviously cautious when someone asks about it.

izumi notices immediately that you begin to be more tense. it takes him a while to convince himself that it's a general sense of weariness, not targeted at him. but you stare at him more these days. have you caught onto him? he flicks your nose for it one day and tells you to stop being so on edge, because it drags everyone down. you hold your nose with shaky eyes. izumi hopes you don't notice the guilt he feels.

some weeks later, you get home late due to practice with another unit running late. you enter your room and scream when you see izumi rolling around in your bed, face pressed into your pillow. he rushes you, forcing your back to the door as he covers your face with the pillow. he easily overpowers you and pins you there with his body. it was so cruel of you to leave him to little to remind himself of you. he had to start taking from your laundry basket because anything else would've been noticed immediately! did you notice, by the way, that he had been using your makeup to feel closer to you? your lipgloss tastes like you.

darling, you really shouldn't drive him so mad... he won't always be so nice to you if you're cruel to him.

could you ask for a better friend than arashi? she felt magic sometimes, you swear. she always knew just what to say to lift your spirits. she always knew the best little gifts to surprise you with. really, it was almost scary how well she knew you and could take care of you. of course, that was just how she was, right? everyone loves her for it, so there's really no reason to worry.

your jewelry box fills up quickly with the little trinkets she'd give you from her photoshoots. your closet, too, as modeling always sparked her desire to shop. and shopping is no fun alone! it was almost as if she was always looking at things for your size and never her own... she can tailor anything she finds for herself regardless of size, so don't think too much about it! you nod nervously, but still, something nags at you and you can't tell what it is.

whenever pretty 5 could meet, arashi began to drag you along, as well. to a point where the other members began to comment on it. why was the producer here? they aren't doing idol work, so they don't need a manager right now. arashi doesn't like this at all. so instead of meeting with them, she'll just go on cute dates alone with you! you frown, but she seems to have convinced herself that this was fine before you could argue.

people begin to avoid you, as when they got close, arashi would soon appear to cling to your arm and invite herself into whatever situation was the topic of conversation. you feel suffocated by her. when you grow short with her, she panics, and offers to shower you with more gifts to make it up to you. or maybe you want her to do your makeup so you can touch each other more? oh, oh, maybe you want to do a photoshoot together so everyone around the world can see you two together!

huh, space? you want her to back off? oh, darling, that won't do at all. her face falls flat, and your body shakes. she walks closer to you as the warning bell sounds, and you whimper that you have class. who needs class, though? her palms slam against the wall near your head, and she leans in until your noses are barely touching.

you don't need anything but her, so she won't be going anywhere.

you're just in time! leo runs up to you as you enter the practice room. he had texted you that it was an emergency, so you need to meet him here immediately. of course you would rush over! all that he wanted, really, was to show you his newest composition. he sung it for you as you tried not to get mad at him. he was weird, that was all... he didn't mean any harm, but he seems to lack awareness.

it became a constant thing. begging you to come find wherever it is he's run off to, or bursting into any room you're in to show you his newest song. they're all inspired by you, so please listen to them! it scares you how he always seems to know where you are, but he never hears you out when you ask. he brushes off the concern as an extra sense for you, since you're his muse after all. as odd as it is, part of you wamts to believe it's part of his charm, so you make yourself ignore it.

you draw a line in the sand when he bursts into your class to disrupt you, and you drag him out by the wrist after apologizing to your teacher. you tell leo he has to stop chasing you all over and he has to wait to share his music with you. he whines and tries to plead, telling you how much he loves you and has to share everything with you. you're the only reason he continues to make music! without him, he'll run away and never come back! you wince. he can't keep this up-! how did it get this bad?

you're snapped from your thoughts when he wraps his arms around you and begins to drag you down the hallway. you fight back, and he bites you as a warning. he needs you, darling. and if you won't let him come visit, he'll have to steal you away. his family will love you, and his sister can keep you company if he really needs to leave for any reason.

just stay so you can be his muse forever, and he can serenade you for the rest of your lives!