#i really need to take care of my hair again

[narxcisse]

★ — Hold Me, Console Me

Pairing: Jayce Talis x GN!Reader

CW: fluff, Jayce is a golden retriever (and definitely a lapdog), takes place in s1

English isn't my native language

Jayce was a beacon of light and energy for Piltover—a symbol of innovation, hope, and determination. But even the "Golden Boy" had his moments of exhaustion.

After a particularly grueling day of council meetings, overseeing Hextech developments, and dodging endless waves of criticism, Jayce found himself craving something simple and unassuming: solace.

He trudged through the place he shared with you, his boots heavy on the floor, his shoulders slumped. The weight of Piltover’s expectations had pressed into him all day, and he couldn’t shake it off. He barely managed a grunt of greeting as he walked in, his honey-brown eyes dull and tired.

You were curled up on the couch with a book, but the moment you saw him, you closed it without hesitation.

"Jayce?" you asked gently, concern lacing your voice.

His lips quirked up in a weary smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Just tired."

You scooted over on the couch, patting your lap invitingly. "Come here."

His head tilted like a curious puppy’s, and his eyes lit up ever so slightly. "Really?"

"Really," you said with a soft chuckle.

That was all the encouragement he needed. Jayce immediately kicked off his boots and collapsed onto the couch, resting his head in your lap with an audible sigh of relief. His broad frame barely fit on the couch, but he didn’t care—he melted against you like molten gold, his arm draping across your legs possessively.

"You’re warm," he murmured, his voice muffled by your shirt.

"You’re heavy," you teased, running your fingers through his thick, caramel-colored hair.

"Not too heavy, right?" His words had a hint of playfulness, but there was an undercurrent of vulnerability in them.

"Not at all," you assured him. "You’re perfect right where you are."

Jayce hummed contentedly, his eyes fluttering closed as your fingers worked their magic. You gently massaged his scalp, trailing your fingertips down to his temples and back again. It didn’t take long for his tense shoulders to relax, the strain of the day slowly melting away.

"You know," you said after a moment, "you really do remind me of a golden retriever sometimes."

His eyes snapped open, and he looked up at you, mock-offended. "Golden retriever?!"

"Yeah," you said, laughing softly. "All big and lovable and eager to please. Plus, you’ve got that golden-boy glow about you."

Jayce groaned but couldn’t hide the grin tugging at his lips. "Great. Now I’m Piltover’s mascot and your lapdog."

"Hey, don’t knock it," you said, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. "You make a very good lapdog."

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through your legs. "Guess I’ll take it, as long as I get to stay here."

"As long as you need," you promised.

Jayce stayed there for hours, nestled in your lap, letting your touch and presence restore him in ways nothing else could. For Piltover, he might always be the Golden Boy, but for you, he was simply Jayce—the man who loved you, and sometimes, the man who just needed to be held.

[cosmicdahlias]

I Like Hearing You Talk

Logan Howlett x Reader

MINORS DNI

You’ve pined for Logan since the day he came into your life. He makes you so flustered you can barely speak around him. After Wade interrupts your drunken moment together, you’re left feeling incredibly pent up and in desperate need of release.

tags: caught mid-masturbation, oral, face sitting, multiple orgasms, p in v, big dick hurts, rough sex, choking, creampie

y’all i got nothing to say this time, i’m just down bad for logan 😭

Living with Logan Howlett had proved to be… frustrating. For most this would be due to his incredibly abrasive personality, however for you it was for an entirely different reason.

You found him PAINFULLY attractive. He was rough around the edges, blunt, quick tempered, and would maul anyone with his foot long claws if they dared look at him wrong. All of these things should have scared you off, but it only made him more alluring.

Ever since your other roommate, Wade, had introduced him to you, it had been so hard to not feel that primal need deep within your core. You struggled to even form sentences when he talked to you. He didn’t just give you butterflies, he gave you the whole damn garden. So when he invited you to sit on the couch with him and share a few drinks you felt like you were going to spontaneously combust.

An hour had passed and even though the help of a little liquid courage made it significantly easier to talk to him, you were still very much flustered. You had been telling the story of how you and Wade met back in the days when he was still a merc-for-hire.

“But yeah, essentially I hired him to rough up my abuser, make him finally pay for all the shit he did to me.”

“What’d he do to the fucker?”

“Honestly what DIDN’T he do? He beat him so bad that from what I heard he could barely even crawl. Wade gave me one of his teeth, said it was ‘a souvenir of a job well done’.”

“Well was it? A job well done?”

“I mean he never bothered me again.”

“Good, but if he ever does decide to be enough of a dumbass to come near you just let me know and I’ll take care of it. Can’t guarantee he’ll still be breathing after I’m done with him though.”

“That might be going too easy on him.” You joked.

Logan chuckled and took a sip of his drink.

“You know it’s funny, this is the most I’ve ever heard you speak.” He said.

“Is that a good thing?”

“Yeah, I like hearing you talk.”

“Y- you do?” You stammered, your cheeks turning a dusty pink.

Logan tucked a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I really do.”

You felt your heart thump rapidly in your chest. Everything within you was screaming for you to kiss him, but your whole body felt like concrete, immobile. Logan took your cheek in his hand, coming in so close that his lips almost brushed against yours.

“Do I have to make the first move, babygi-“

Wade burst into the room and the two of you jumped back from each other.

“GUYS! YOU’RE NEVER GONNA BELIEVE WHO JUST GOT FRONT ROW TICKETS TO MADONNA! I MIGHT’VE HAD TO SELL A KIDNEY, BUT THIS HANDSOME MOTHERFUCKER REGENERATES SO I BASICALLY GOT THEM FOR FREE!” He shouted, sitting next to you on the couch.

The rest of the night was spent with Wade completely, and unknowingly, third wheeling you two and killing all possible sexual tension.

The next day your mind ruminated heavily on the night before, you had been so close to finally having his lips on yours. You played out in your head how differently things could’ve gone had Wade not interrupted. Images of Logan taking you, claiming you from every position consumed your thoughts. By the time you came home from work the overwhelming need to touch yourself was too much to ignore.

You quickly said “hi” to Logan and stole yourself to your room, undressing and lying back on the bed. You wasted no time letting your fingers move straight to your clit, your other hand caressing one of your breasts.

You closed your eyes and moaned softly, imagining Logan’s strong hands in place of yours. You allowed your mind to echo his voice uttering words of praise, telling you all the things you desperately wanted to hear from him.

“Mmmnn, Logan.” You whimpered as you felt yourself grow close.

At that very same moment your door swung open.

“Hey, you alright? I thought I heard- oh shit.” Logan said.

You jumped nearly a foot out of your skin and your eyes snapped open to the sight of him in the doorway. You quickly pulled the covers over yourself.

“FUCK! WAIT! I WASN’T- I- hold on, could you hear me?”

“Did you forget how thin the walls are?”

“Motherfucker.” You groaned.

Logan closed the door behind him and walked over to stand at your bedside.

“Now, my turn to ask a question with an obvious answer. Who were you thinking about?” He asked.

You felt your heart do a somersault.

“You really want me to say it?”

He cupped your chin, stroking your lips with his thumb.

“Yeah, I do.” He said softly, pulling down the covers to reveal your body.

His eyes looked you up and down with the intensity and hunger of a wild animal.

“You, Logan.” You said softly.

“Yeah? Then is this little pussy all wet because of me?” He asked, slipping a hand between your legs.

You nodded.

“Thought so.”

He dragged the pads of his fingertips along your wetness.

“Now, why don’t you finish giving me that little show I walked in on?” Logan instructed, leaning down to kiss you passionately.

You turned deep scarlet.

“Logan, I-“

“C’mon babygirl, you were so close.” He coaxed, taking your hand and guiding it down. “Are you gonna be good girl and cum for me?”

You drew circles against your clit and with a shudder felt the pleasure return to you. Logan watched you intently.

“Fuck, I can’t hold myself back, not with you looking like this. I need your mouth around my cock.”

Logan unbuckled his belt, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his intimidatingly massive cock. Your jaw dropped at the sheer size of him.

“Holy shit, Logan.”

“You good?”

“Yeah, my jaw might not be.”

Logan turned your head to face his throbbing cock.

“It’s alright, only take what you can handle.”

You went to take him past your lips when he stopped you.

“Wait, one second.”

He reached over you, turning your stuffed animal on the bed to face the wall.

“Logan Howlett, what a gentleman.” You laughed.

“Hey, I’m just protecting their innocence. Now c’mon, keep touching yourself and open that pretty little mouth for me.” He said.

Logan guided himself into your mouth and you took him down to the base of his shaft.

“Fuuuuck babygirl, no one’s ever gone all the way down before.” He groaned, tangling his fingers in your hair.

He bucked his hips against your face as you stroked your clit.

“How the fuck are you not choking on me? You ever sucked cock this big before?”

You shook your head with him still in your mouth, Logan chuckled.

“No? Guess you just got lucky to not have a gag reflex. God, you’re so fuckin’ perfect.”

You whimpered around him at his words, growing close.

“That’s it, keep going for me babygirl, yeah, yeah like that. Make yourself cum with my cock in your mouth.” He said as he throbbed against your tongue.

Your back arched off of the mattress as you felt yourself tip over the edge. Your moans were muffled by Logan’s cock buried deep in your throat.

“Jesus, you moaning like that feels too goddam good.” He grunted, giving one last thrust into your mouth before pulling out.

He watched as your orgasm subsided, the heaving of your chest slowly steadying. He lowered his hand between your thighs, slipping his fingers inside you and curling them against just the right spot to make you writhe underneath him. He pulled out his fingers, taking them in his mouth and giving a growl.

“I can’t fuckin’ resist, I need you to sit on my face. Just tasting you isn’t enough.”

He moved onto the bed and picked you up, lowering you to straddle his face. His hot breath lingered on you for a second before his mouth made contact with your clit. Having cum already, it wouldn’t take long for him to get you there again. You laced your fingers in his dark hair.

“Oh god, Logan.” You whined as you felt your orgasm build.

“Mmm, fuck.” He growled against your clit.

The deep rumble of his voice vibrated through you, making you gasp as you came again for a second time. Your grip on his hair tightened as every single wave of pleasure rippled through you, rolling your hips involuntarily on his face.

You panted breathlessly, the only words coming out of your mouth being “Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmy-“

Logan took your hand in his.

“Hey, hey, easy babygirl. Breathe.”

He picked you up off of his face, lying you down on the bed. He shrugged off his flannel, pulling his white shirt from over his head and slipping his jeans off his legs. He returned his attention to you, lifting up your lower half by your thighs and slipping a pillow under your ass.

“What’s that for?” You asked.

“Makes me able to go even deeper and hit all the right spots. Trust me, I’ve been around for over two centuries which is more than enough time to figure out what feels good.”

“You know, I’ve always had a thing for older men, but you might be pushing it for me, Logan.”

He cocked an eyebrow and smirked.

“But there isn’t a gray hair on me, is there?”

“Yeah, and it’s honestly a shame you don’t age like the rest of us. You’d be damn good looking with some salt and pepper hair.”

“I think Wade said there’s a variant of me like that.”

“Well shit, I got the inferior model?” You teased.

“Watch it babygirl, or I might just have to fuck you hard enough to shut you up.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Only if you want it to be.” He said with a smirk.

Logan sat on his knees and pulled you by your hips to him, your legs against his chest. He pressed the head of his cock against the entrance of your pussy.

“I’ll start slow so it’ll be easier for you take me. Just tell me to stop if it’s too much. Alright?”

“Okay.” You said softly.

“Attagirl.”

He gingerly slid his way in. Despite his attempts to be gentle you still struggled to accommodate him. You winced and drew a sharp breath.

“Shhh, easy babygirl. You’re doing so well for me, but you need to relax if you want this to feel good.”

It was beyond attractive to see this side of him, so soft and affectionate. You knew only certain people had been privy to this. He buried himself to the hilt, pausing to let you adjust.

“I’m gonna start moving. Think you can handle it?” Logan asked.

“Y- yeah.”

“Good girl.”

Logan began to thrust at a gentle pace.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned.

Even though he was going slow it felt like he was ripping you in half, but it felt good, incredibly good. You wanted more, you needed to see how that raw, aggressive nature played out in the bedroom.

“Harder.” You whined.

Logan’s brow furrowed.

“Babygirl, you’re already struggling to take me as it is.”

“I know, but I want you to tear me apart. Fuck me like an animal, Logan.”

You felt him throb inside you.

“Fuck, why didn’t you let me walk in on you sooner?”

Logan increased his pace dramatically, fucking you with an animalistic intensity. By god did it hurt and you loved every second of it. Noises, a mix of pleasure and pain, escaped from your mouth. He cocked a brow at your yelps and whines.

“You doing alright there?” Logan asked.

“Y- yeah, h- hurts so good.”

“Goddam babygirl, you really do like it rough, huh? You’re gripping me like crazy. Here, I think this’ll help you relax a little.”

His hand moved to stroke your clit, drawing circles against the delicate, sensitive skin. You bucked your hips, taking his cock further inside you.

“Goddam, look at you, fuckin’ yourself back against me. Tell me how much you love this cock splitting you in half.”

He fucked you even faster, purposefully trying to make it harder for you to speak. All you could manage was a whimper.

“C’mon babygirl, you know I like hearing you talk.” He teased, slowing his pace slightly to let you answer.

“Y- you fe-el i- incredible, b- biggest I’ve e- ever h- had.”

“That’s my girl, so good for me.” He said, resuming his brutal rhythm.

You moaned at Logan’s praise and he felt you tighten around him.

“Oh you like that don’t you? You wanna be my good girl?” He smirked, knowing he’d found your weakness.

“P- please.” You murmured.

“Good, because you’re fuckin’ mine now.”

The sound of Logan’s hips meeting yours reverberated throughout the room. He grunted at every thrust, sliding his cock out until only the tip remained inside and then sharply forcing himself back in again, making you take every single inch. His nails on the hand that wasn’t on your clit dug into your calf.

“Choke me.” You begged.

He let out a deep chuckle.

“Damn babygirl, aren’t you just a little masochist? How could I say no when you’ve been such a good girl for me?”

With one hand still on your clit, Logan wrapped his other around your throat, squeezing it tight. You let out a strained moan.

“Yeah, makes things feel even better, doesn’t it?” He purred.

Between the feeling of Logan’s hand gripping your neck, his fingers stroking your clit, and being fucked hard and fast by a cock thicker than a beer bottle, you felt your orgasm begin to build. Logan was right on the edge as well.

“Fuck, I’m so close. You gonna cum too, babygirl?” He asked, releasing your throat.

“Y- yeah, I’m- oh g- god.” You whined.

“Good girl, cum with me.”

His words were all it took. Your breathing becoming shallow and fast as you felt yourself come undone, pulsing around him. Logan groaned, burying himself deep within you, his hot, thick cum coating your insides.

“Jesus fuuuuuckin’ Christ, you feel so perfect.” He panted as he gave his last few thrusts.

You whimpered as Logan slowly pulled out and laid beside you, pulling you to him with your head against his chest. You both lay in silence for a moment, him stroking your back before finally speaking.

“You know, when I offered to have drinks with you last night I thought you’d take the hint. I was really banking on you at least kissing me, before Wade killed the mood and all.”

“I wanted to, I just…” You trailed off.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Just what?”

You fidgeted with the hair on his chest.

“I dunno, I just feel like you’re way out of my league. You’re incredibly handsome and I’m… me.”

He gave a chuckle.

“I’m sorry, but that’s the stupidest goddam thing I’ve ever heard, and that says a lot because we live with Wade. Babygirl, do you not see how fuckin’ gorgeous you are?”

You felt your cheeks turn pink.

“You think so?”

He kissed the top of your head.

“Of course I do, been dreaming of this since I met you. Not gonna lie, wanting you as badly as I did when you were too nervous to even talk to me was kinda torture. There was a few times you almost walked in on me the same way I did with you.”

“O- oh.”

“Yeah, it’s uh… it’s been a while since someone’s made me feel like this. When you live in a world where everyone hates you there isn’t much opportunity for even just casual fucking.”

You looked up at him.

“Sounds lonely.” You said softly.

Logan kissed your forehead.

“Doesn’t matter now that you’re finally talking to me.”

“If you’re referring to what we just did, you’ve got a weird idea of what talking is.”

“Yeah? Then how about we continue our conversation?” He said, turning you over onto your back and kissing his way down your body.

“Very smooth, Logan.”

[madamechrissy]

♔ Silent Serenades ♔

♔ An arranged Marriage with Duke Gojo ♔

♔ Pairings: Duke Satoru Gojo x Duchess Reader

♔ Content/Warnings: Dirty talk, Satoru calls reader 'slut, whore' etc during sex, smacking (ass, titties, pussy and face lol) mentions of past cheating, lil bit of angst but mostly cute and fluffy (believe it or NOT) Oral (m and f recieving) teasing, mentions of jealousy- Gojo don't know shit abt asthma BUT HE TRIES lol

♔ Word count: this chap: 11k

♔ Summary: you are the diamond of the season, he is the charming Duke, it’s the marriage of the decade. Prominent families joining, and it so happens that Duke Gojo is gorgeous. But, he doesn't want you at all, leaving you a crying mess on your wedding night, alone. Now you're trapped in a loveless arranged marriage that destroys you from within. Royal AU, Cruel Duke Gojo x reader. OOC Set in 1800s England. Gojo is awful in this. You'll hate Satoru, warning you now. HEAVY angst Basically- Gojo is a royal dick and doesn't wanna marry you

A/N- I go into Gojo's pov but don't divide them! I hope the style if that is okay. <3 Comments and Reblogs appreciated if you enjoyyy

Part Twelve ♔ Masterlist ♔ Playlist

♔ Part Thirteen ♔

“What is wrong?” King Sukuna asks you, holding you far too tightly, as your head starts to spin, Satoru breaks away his look to see you, terrified now.

“Her asthma, fuck… she…”

“Fetch the physician and tell him her condition.” The King picks you up effortlessly in his arms. “I’ll carry her to a room.”

“I can carry her-”

“No need.” Sukuna walks in quick long strides as you feel your breaths more and more shallow, as the castle spins right above you, you can’t even hear Satoru anymore, or see him, though he is frantic. Soon King Sukuna has you laid on a bed, sitting right on it with you, as the physician rushes through the halls.

Satoru’s pulling you against him, cupping your face gently. “Please, please be all right, Princess.” He whispers, and you feel your own tears, wanting to stroke his cheek, but your hands are numb, your arms are limp as you try to speak. “I’ll give you all of my oxygen, baby.”

Satoru blows into your mouth gently, clinging to your body so tight, when Sukuna pulls you off him. “The physician is here, he knows how to handle this, that won’t help her any.”

“Can you sit up, your grace?” The doctor comes in now, holding a blue and white little ceramic pot, you try to nod, you think you do? Sukuna helps you up, holding you by the waist as you put your lips to the tube now. Satoru’s rubbing your back, the two men on either side of you holding you, as you inhale.

You feel the vapors in your lungs, and begin coughing violently into your hand, leaning towards Satoru as you do. He begins to stroke your hair, your ears are ringing, so dizzy and weak, he’s cupping your face gently. “Inhale again, please Princess.”

You inhale once more, coughing again, finally starting to register the room full of various faces, blinking them into focus. “What is this?” You whisper weakly, to Satoru’s exhale of relief.

“A mudge inhaler, your Grace. You have asthma and don’t have one?” The doctor said, and you frown then, shaking your head.

“My parents never really did anything- ahem- for it.” Your voice is hoarse, Satoru’s hatred of your mother grows, but also of himself.

“Take another.” The King orders, and you do, coughing much less this time, as the vapors have started to clear your airways, you gulp air greedily. “And you, Duke Gojo, never thought to have it checked?”

“I… we…” He trails off then, the words shattering him, highlighting all the inadequacies he already feels as a husband towards you, seeing Sukuna’s hand brush up and down your back, seeing you all pale and weak like this.

Why didn’t he do it? Why didn’t he make sure a doctor looked into this? He knows he loves you, fuck he loves you more than anything, so why has he not made sure you’re taken care of? He feels like a fucking idiot, as Sukuna helps you, a whole King who barely knows you, doing more than your husband, and as his ex smirks over at you both, her presence making it worse.

Got he wants to smack the smile off her, if he could he would, he ignores her completely, she makes him so sick to his stomach, focusing on you as you take your shaky little breaths. You look up at him, lidded eyes emotional, then your gaze goes to Adelia, and he sees it, the worry there. Of course you’re worried, after what he has put you through.

Satoru doesn’t know how you deal with what he’s done and still trust him at all, he would never betray that trust, but he marvels at it. At your resolve to forgive him, to let your past go. You chose him, you chose Satoru Gojo, over a man he could so clearly see adored you, loved you with all his fucking heart. A good man, perhaps better than Satoru in many ways.

But you chose him.

Satoru can never make you regret giving him such a chance, a chance he doesn’t deserve but he wants to earn it, to make you see it was the right one. But he’s so entranced with you, with your body, your giggles, your fiery little attitude, kissing and hugging and making love to you. So entranced he hasn’t thought about other things, like your frail health at times.

“I did not know much about it, this is my fault for not researching.” Satoru says, you go to open your mouth, but he stops you. “It is.”

“Never fear, she can have this and take it home. I’ll have our physician let her lady’s maid know how to use it.”

“Please do, I’ve only known of coffee as a help.” Nan says now, you look to her, seeing her blinking tears and sniffling. “My King, you're a lifesaver.”

“Tch, it’s a trifle.” Sukuna says now, Satoru sees your Nan, who rightfully hates him, practically fawn over the arrogant fucking King, who still has a hand on his wife’s narrow back, hand taking it over entirely, a hand he wants to cut off.

He should be only focusing on your health, not the fact that he wants to commit regicide currently. He shuts his eyes now, pulling you against his chest, seeing your color come back. He feels so ignorant, blowing into your mouth, he needs to learn more, to do more. But you just lean up now and kiss him, lips barely able to make pressure, breaking him into pieces.

“It’s all right, Satoru. You didn’t know.” You whisper, trying to console him, you always do that, comfort him, help him, when you should be furious.

“I’ll learn more, I promise.” You nod and snuggle against him, so small in his embrace, as he brushes back your hair.

“You both should rest before dinner, you may stay the night so we can monitor the Duchess.” Sukuna says now, clearing his throat.

You look at Sukuna now, smiling and sitting up, putting a hand on his as the air starts filling your lungs more freely. “Thank you, your Majesty, you have truly been so kind to me. I cannot stay and impose.”

“Nonsense, have a room set.” His staff curtseys and steps out in formation, Sukuna goes to help you up but Satoru is on you in a flash, possessive arm wrapped around your waist, to Sukuna’s amused smirk.

“We do appreciate it, don’t we Satoru?” You look up at him, his sullen face, pouty lips and lidded blue eyes.

“Helping with your asthma? Yes we do.” He agrees, tersely, you gasp then as Sukuna pulls you by your hand, having you fall into step against him.

“Some fresh air will do you well Duchess.” Before you can think he’s taking you out of the room, you peer back at Satoru and Adelia, stomach flipping, feeling fucking sick as you do.

“Don’t say a fucking word.” Satoru says to her once he watches the King of England with his damn wife, left with this evil woman he’d love to forget.

Now that he looks at her, all he sees is her and not you. Despite the insane resemblance, her jaw is harder, her eyes narrowed and colder, her entire presence is completely different. And not just that, because of her, he chose to be so cruel to you, she is a walking, talking reminder of all he’s done.

“Oh, Satoru, it’s been so long.” She murmurs, brushing a hand on his chest, tilting her head back and batting her lashes at him.

He yanks her hand off, shivering with disgust. “Do not presume to call me by that ever again.” He glares down at her, at your copy, not understanding how he can be so in love with you but hate her so very much.

“Don’t miss me? You married my twin it seems.”

“She’s a better woman than you could ever be, in every way. How the fuck are you even here?”

“A king can outrank a Duke you know.” She smiles, nasty and mean, and even at your most cruel, your sweetness and kind nature shone through, and that is truly where you both were completely different.

“Having fun fucking the King? At least he’s not old like my dad.”

Adelia glares now. “Oh Jesus, you think I wanted to!?”

“You were moaning pretty loud.” Satoru shivers at the memory of the ‘love of his life’ riding his father’s dick, the traumatic memories make him want to vomit, in fact just any memory of her makes him want to. She pouts now, putting on those fake eyes, the ones that used to play him so well.

“He was a powerful man, and he resented you. It was his idea-”

“You were on top moaning and laughing.”

“Well, like father like-”

“I swear I’m itching to slap you across this fucking room. Cease speaking to me, I’m not above hitting you, do not mistake me for the boy you know. Though I would prefer my wife get a whack first.” Satoru says, smirking now and turning.

“Oh, and you think you’re good enough for her? When Sukuna has intentions to make her his royal mistress?”

“What now!?” Satoru turns back and scowls, Adelia is snickering, sauntering up to him, trying to touch his hip, but he shoves off her hands.

“You’re awfully faithful for someone with so many rumors. I heard you paraded women around your ball and everything, you think she’ll forget all that?”

“It’s none of your damned affair.” Satoru looks at the windows facing the gardens now, seeing you walking next to the King.

“And you think she’s loyal to someone like you?”

Satoru steps to her now, arms barring her on either side of the wall. “What game do you fucking play?”

“I could play lots of games.” She leans close, excitement in her eyes, the eyes the color of yours but just nothing like you, how could he not have seen you all this time before?

Her hands trailing up his chest make his skin crawl, how did he ever want other women, was it because he didn’t have you yet? Was it because he was a fucking idiot, a horrible person, who you’ve somehow found yourself in love with? How could you love someone like him?

“I’ll find whatever it is you’re playing at, and ruin it for you. Go sleep with the King all you want, leave my Duchess the fuck alone.”

She blinks as he steps back. “You’re all pathetic in love again, aren’t you? Gonna let her walk all over you?”

“Difference is, she won’t.”

You wonder at what they’re thinking, what they are speaking of, as the King is showing you around the gardens. You catch a glimpse of Satoru furiously stomping through one of the beveled windows, as Sukuna’s hand rests on your waist still, making you heat up at the contact.

“I am stable now, your Majesty.” You murmur, his full lips turn up, he lets his hand drift down precariously before letting it fall.

“Perhaps I enjoyed holding you.”

You sigh, looking away. “You are too bold.”

“Am I?” He puts his hands in his pockets, leaning low. “I can have whatever I want, you know.”

“I am sure you can, my King. Shall we… head back inside? I do feel much, much better now.

“Let us.” With the tension in the air, you’re just dying to be back in Satoru’s arms, to make sure he is all right.

That knot of worry in your stomach is there, what if he still has feelings for her, what if it makes him hate you again? It’s eating at you, until you see him in the bedroom that a servant leads you to, your heart falters at the pain on his face, at the sadness in his pretty blue gaze, he whispers your name, shutting the door behind you both, cupping your face.

“I hate this, I hate her, I hate him already. I hate that you had to go through this and I couldn’t do anything.”

“Shh, you did nothing wrong.” You try to soothe him, but he shakes his head.

“I did everything wrong, these are just reminders.”

“Satoru, stop it. Now.” You hate the swirling storm in his beautiful eyes, he clings to your wrists, wrapping them with his long fingers, breaths coming faster and faster.

“She is right about me.”

“What!? What did she say!”

“That I’m not enough.”

“Coming from her? She is not right. She is nothing. You have… you have me.” You whisper, stepping even closer towards him, feeling him tremble slightly, tears just sitting on those long white lashes, shattering your heart.

“Look at what I did to you. What if you… I couldn’t blame you if you go for a damn King of all people.” You shake your head, Satoru takes his hands off your wrists, they find your waist, pressing you against his hard body. “What if I lose you now? I could not go on.”

“I’m not going anywhere. She’s filling your head with lies.” Satoru Gojo leans down, breath sweet and hot against your lips, you feel it, the beat of his heart steady against your breasts.

“Are they lies? I see him, he wants you. Do you think a baker makes up for all the whores I slept with!?” His voice breaks, as it breaks you apart, you feel your own emotions swirling in your soul.

“It’s not a game of getting even, my heart can’t take that again. I only want you, can you understand!? If I did not I would not have chosen you, to stay with you, it does not come with your past.”

“You so easily forgive me.” He scoffs then, stepping closer and closer towards the burgundy wall, barring you with one arm, while the other wraps your waist, fingers stroking your back up and down.

“I will not continue to seek some revenge upon you. As… I know you will not be with her, yes?” He glares, leaning even closer, you ache for his lips upon yours, needing that reassurance.

“Of course I will not. Despite being nearly your copy, you are nothing like her, your heart, your soul. Your…” He drifts a hand down, cupping you then over your muslin gown, you moan softly, having been in this palace and now staying here tonight, knowing the woman that destroyed Satoru is here, you two have been on edge. “Your perfect little cunt.”

“Mmm, is it so much better?” You tease, voice breathy when he presses his palm up, you feel your pussy throb around nothing, your tummy clenching with the desire pooling for him.

“God yes, everything about you is better, your mouth, your cunt, your moans, you are so much better than she could be.” He continues applying pressure, lips just a breath away. “I hate how he looks at you, I want to kill him.”

“I only see you, broody man that you are.” He moans now, slamming his lips on yours, drinking in your every cry.

“Next time he sees you, my cum will be dripping down between your thighs.” You gasp as he lifts you, pressing you against the wall, lips devouring yours, hot, messy, tongues dancing and fighting while teeth click. His kiss bruises your lips when you cling to him, legs wrapped around slender hips, feeling his length press on you.

“Then guess what I want?” You breathe out between kisses, when Satoru carries you to the bed, turning you to your stomach to unlace your bodice, nipping and biting your skin as he does, leaving bruises from his mouth.

“My cock in you, hmm? To be all mine?” You gasp in pleasure, head falling back for his dominant bites, he rips apart your bodice now, dragging the gown off you with frantic movements.

“I am yours, but no, I want to make you mine.” You turn, cupping his face, looking right at his hungry eyes and parted lips.

“I am yours, pretty Princess. All yours.”

“If I’m dripping your cum, you’ll have mine all over your lips.” You earn his groan, he’s got you completely stripped, hands gripping your ass, smacking it so hard it makes you soaking wet, you’re shaking with need.

“Need to coat my face with your slutty little cunt?” You gasp out as he runs his fingers on your slick folds, you arch your ass up for more.

“Please.” His breath is hot on your lips, he pulls them apart to reveal your little hole, drooling arousal out of it.

“Mine.” Satoru speaks against you, already soaked, when the tip of his tongue laps you up, making your hips twitch, his big hands keep your thighs apart as your body tries to close them. “Open.”

“Fuck…” He’s fucking your velvety walls with his tongue, over and over, drinking all your juices that pour into his mouth, dripping down his face. Your eyes roll back into your skull, jerking when his tongue slips up, licking you from your clit to your ass, fingering you now, biting your ass cheek. “Satoru!”

“All mine. Say it, Princess.” His voice just makes you ache even more, fingers curling in your velvety slick walls, you hear the sound of it, echoing in the elegant room, finding yourself falling apart all over them now. “Ah- ah. No cumming if you don’t.”

“Yours, Satoru, yours.” You manage to whine out the words, Satoru presses up on that spot, you’re blinded now, cumming so hard you would collapse if he wasn’t holding you around your hips. He has you flipped so fast you’re dizzy, you hastily unbutton his dress shirt with the shakiest hands, heaving breaths as you reveal his perfect body.

You’re slipping down his trousers as he reveals his chiseled body, every inch sculpted like the finest statue, you lean up on your elbows, hungrily pecking kisses on his pale skin, gripping his cock when it’s springing out. Precum dots along the slit of his pink tip, you swirl your thumb along it, pressing in, finding him so sensitive he cries out for you.

“Yours, all yours.” You say again, watching his eyes get darker, his movements rough when he grips your thigh, sinking deep, stuffing you so full so fast.

“I am, all yours. Slutty fucking Princess of mine, my slutty girl. No one- ah- else! No one, f-fuck…” He’s pumping you so full, pressing you down, a hand on your throat as the other braces himself over you, you cling to his back, nails pressing in, so full you feel him all over.

“Y-yes, s’all yours- ah!” Satoru’s fucking you so hard you feel him slamming against your cervix, hand on your throat pressing into delicate flesh, thumb brushing your pulse point, pressing, taking your oxygen.

You don’t need oxygen with him, you’ll gladly give him your every breath, when he leans over you, slamming his lips back upon yours, squeezing harder while he sinks his cock in long, slow strokes. You’re cumming before you can think to give any signal, gasping out pathetically under him.

“That’s it, fuckin feel her. Making a mess, huh Duchess?” He’s fucking your squishing cunt, the wetness pouring as you’re cumming, orgasm washing over you while you try to catch a breath, heightening it. You pant when he releases your throat, thighs squeezing around him, walls pulsating.

Satoru’s rolling his hips, eliciting a soft whimper, breath ragged now, feeling the grip that’s pressed so deep bruising and sore. You yank him by his soft white hair, dragging his mouth back on yours, he bites your lower lip, teeth sinking in, cock soaked in you as it works you, as he fucks every thought and worry out of your head, you’re only aware of him.

“L-love you.” You mewl weakly, Satoru leans back, placing your leg over his shoulder, slowly stroking inside your walls, watching you intently, biting at the thin skin of your ankle. “Ngh!”

“Want you to have all of me.” You blink back tears at that, sniffling, nodding now, when he slows and lets out a groan.

“W-want it, all of you, Toru.” The use of that name drives him crazy, he pulls open your mouth with two fingers, you open eagerly, while his saliva spits down into your eager mouth, hot and sticky.

“Perfect, pretty whore f’me, hmm?” His words along with his throbbing cock inside you are your downfall.

“Your pretty whore, Duke.” Your strangled whisper after you swallow his spit ends him, he gets frantic, his eyes so bright they’re insane, shoving your thighs up and bending you in half now.

“Gonna fill you s’good, everyone will fucking know you’re mine.” He huffs, pounding your cunt, making the most lewd noises as he does, over and over, his eyes never leaving yours. You drown in them, in him, nodding as he keeps mumbling, as he whimpers damn near, feeling your cunt constricting him while he pushes you both over the edge.

You can feel your orgasm rising again, and then he’s slamming in, harder than you’re used to, so hard and deep you feel like he’s splitting you in half, but you’re desperate for it, for all of his madness. You scream out, eyes rolling back in your head, then he follows, groaning and gasping, filling you up with hot sticky cum, making your walls flutter as your dripping wetness gushes.

When he’s done he keeps pumping, leaning low and cupping your face, big hands taking you over, you taste yourself on his lips when he kisses you, still pumping, making both of you oversensitive. “F-fuck… S-satoru…”

“I know, Princess, I know. Fuck.” He exhales now, finally pulling out, letting your legs fall to the side, your body is completely limp, your chest rising and falling in heavy breaths, erratic as you try to gain any of your senses.

Satoru pulls away, looking at you with a soft smile and lazy eyes, the rare smile that always breaks your fucking heart. His hand is stroking your cheek as you blink up at him, and for these blissful moments, you have forgotten the world outside of this room, this bed, his touch.

There is no Adelia.

There are no issues.

There is no troubled past.

It’s just you and Satoru.

“You’re crying?” He murmurs, dilated eyes looking your face over, thumbs stroking your cheeks gently.

“For a moment it’s just us.” You whisper, he gulps then, resting his forehead on yours, lashes so long they tickle your face, heart beating so fast you feel it against overheated skin.

“I know, it is just us, just you. Everything…”

“Faded away.”

“Yes.” He exhales now, kissing your forehead, a gesture so rare and sweet you find your emotions even more heightened, hands clinging to his shoulders.

“If the world would fade away, we could be happy, you think?”

“I am happier with you than I have ever been.” He kisses you so deeply, his seed is trickling out of your abused hole now, you feel it aching and throbbing, wincing a bit and shifting. He snorts. “Too rough, brat?”

“Oh fuck you, moment over.” He laughs then, making you melt, as you giggle through your tears. “We can get through this.”

“Of course-”

There is a resounding knock on the door, he glares as he looks back, the voice breaking through the barriers. “King Sukuna has asked you both to prepare for dinner, he has a gift for the Duchess.”

“I’ll fucking kill-”

“Satoru.” You both get dressed quickly, Satoru is fuming, his cheeks are bright red and his eyes are deadly, you finally go to open the door to see the servant holding an elegant box. “Oh, tell his Majesty thank you.”

The servant bows their head. “Of course, your Grace. Dinner will be promptly at seven.”

You shut the door, taking the box and setting it on the side table, opening it and gasping as you see a brilliant amethyst tiara nestled on top of tissue wrapped clothing. Satoru is visibly shaking behind you, while you take the tiara carefully with both of your hands, admiring the delicate gold wiring. It's not huge or pretentious, but it is clearly expensive and fine work.

“Is he serious? You are married.” Satoru scoffs now, you set the tiara aside, opening the tissue paper to reveal the gown, it’s all white and purple gossamer, beautiful lacy decolletage, far lower than usual for you. “I’ll kill him.”

“Satoru it’s just one more day that we are here, surely he is being kind?”

“Kind!? No. He plays a game, perhaps with her, I do not trust him despite him being our king. If he wants you, he can have you, even married to me.” Satoru’s voice sounds strangled, you hear his panic set in. “I cannot lose you.”

“You will not!” You turn then, taking his hand now. “You’re letting the fear eat at you, like me earlier.”

“How he held you… I…”

“Shh.” You kiss his plump lips, over and over.

“Do not wear it.”

“Satoru, how rude would it be to refuse this?” He sighs, rolling his eyes, before pulling out the dress, raising a brow as he holds it against you.

“God if you won’t have your tits out in this. I’ll-”

“Satoru!” You’re giggling now, earning his further glare. “Who knew you would be so jealous, hmm?”

Satoru sets the dress back down, pulling you against him by your waist. “You are everything to me, I will not let anything else happen to us. I have so much to make up for you know.”

You nod, letting him hold you, resting your head upon his chest, eye catching a note then. “Hmm.” You unfold it, and it’s the King’s writing.

Meet me before dinner, so I may give you a proper tour of the throne room.

“I swear to god, the audacity of this man.”

You peer at your husband curiously, tilting your head just a bit. “He reminds me of you just a bit-”

“Excuse me!?” Your giggle is gone when Satoru has you bent over the dresser now, lifting your skirts, smacking your ass so hard you yelp. “Bratty mouth, should occupy it.”

“Mmm, you should.” He’s shoving two fingers in your cunt now, making you cry out at how much it burns.

“You’re wasting all my cum, that won’t do.” He leans over you, breathing against your ear. “Should I teach you a lesson in wasting it?”

“=sSensitive.” You whine now, head falling back for his kisses across your neck, until his teeth sink in, biting the fuck out of you, the pain and pleasure pricing your skin, you scream out at it weakly, while you hear the sounds of his cum and your fresh arousal drooling down his long fingers.

“You’re mine.” His words, his hands, his lips, they’re too much with how sensitive you are, you feel dizzy. “Think about that when you’re with him.”

Satoru pulls away, leaving you breathless, you scowl back at him now. “You are extremely jealous, dear god Satoru.”

“Not jealous, just I know what is mine.” He kisses you again, hands tight in your hair, you exhale into his lips.

“Shh, insane man.” Another knock on the door, Satoru grabs it in long strides, letting a maid in.

“I’m here to help you dress, your Grace.”

“I certainly can do it for her-”

“It’s his Majesty’s orders.” Satoru’s blue eyes narrow, you both share a look before he stomps out angrily.

What was tonight going to be like?

You walk out now, donned in the gown that King Sukuna has sent you, it’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve worn, rivaling your wedding gown. It fits you so well it’s rather concerning, how could he know such a thing, you consider perhaps Adelia, but she’s taller than you and built a bit different, also how would he know you look the same as her?

Why he isn’t trying to get with her, presumably single, concerns you to no end, but you try to brush it off as you approach the handsome King, who smirks at you, cocky and condescending to no end. There were the tiny similarities with Satoru, you think to yourself, how he has absolutely no issue devouring so shamelessly the lines and curves of your body with his eyes.

They glint ruby as the pupils shrink slightly, the light streaming in the elegant room now, he sits there on his throne as if he owns it, and you suppose he does. He rests a chin on his hand, leaning forward, long legs spread wide, you step closer now, satin swishing against the floor, your heels gently clicking on the marble beneath you, echoing in the chamber.

“I knew it would look good on you, but this good. Fuck.” He sounds nothing like a king, you think, as you step before him, and he stands, looming so tall over you. King Sukuna makes everything seem small in his presence.

“It is a beautiful dress and tiara, I thank you kindly, your Majesty.” You do a little curtsy, but Sukuna stops you, hands on yours now, swallowing them, his hands are rough and brutal, you’ve heard of his military exploits, but feeling them is an entirely different thing.

“No need to be so formal now. Let me look at you.” He tilts your chin up, exhaling, grinning with sharp white teeth. “I thought Adelia was beautiful, but you’re something else entirely.”

“We do look very much alike.” You murmur. “But I do not think she or I are more beautiful than-”

“No, she’s a bitch.” You giggle out of nowhere.

“Sorry!”

“No, she is though. God she’s annoying, I only put up with her because she’s superb in bed. But you. Delicate, elegant, perfect… yet there’s something fiery in your eyes.”

“Your Majesty-”

“Sukuna.”

You feel your cheeks heat as he steps around you, chuckling and then whistling a bit. “You have no shame?”

“I’m a fucking King, who needs that. Boring.” He’s running his fingertips across your back, just barely, eyeing you from all angles. “I must have you.”

“What now!?” You turn angrily, crossing your arms, drawing his lewd gaze to your breasts.

“Royal mistress. I could give you things your Duke never could, fuck I’d give you  whole country if you wished it.” He brushes his fingertips across your cheek, you smack his hand away, only enhancing his grin.

“I am married, there are many women who would die for such an honor I’m sure, but I would never.”

“Oh?” He raises a brow, dark with three odd slits in it, only making him more intimidating. Your breasts rise and fall with your heavy breaths, your indignation. “And your Duke, so loyal hmm?”

“He is.” You say firmly, King Sukuna snickers again.

“Even with his old lover, you think?”

“How do you-”

He leans close, lips a breath from yours. “Sweetheart, I know fucking everything, I’m a King, did you forget?”

“N-no. Why not do kingly duties and leave idle gossip alone?” You demand, hissing the words out through your teeth.

He runs a rough thumb over your lower lip. “Is it idle gossip? Many know in every circle that your husband paraded mistresses around, it was said you two did not even share a bed.”

“Well couldn’t be more wrong, because we just shared a bed.” You smirk at him, now, he glares at you for just a moment, before going back to his laughter, hand falling but brushing down a bare shoulder.

“Ah, to show you a real man, Duchess.”

“I know a real man, thank you.” You step back, his eyes devour you entirely, to where it’s like a physical touch.

“He does all that, and you’re so loyal?”

“Is it time for dinner, your Majesty?” He tilts his head, running a hand through the pastel locks of his, inclining it then and holding out an arm.

“Let us go take a turn about, Duchess, it is time soon.” He says teasingly, you try not to roll your eyes at the audacity of him, nestling your hand in the crook of his elbow, you both walk through the throne room now, it’s certainly brilliant, silvers and golds, myriads of prisms reflecting from the chandeliers above.

“It is beautiful, surely.” You murmur, walking alongside him, his long strides agonizingly slow.

“So, tell me, Duchess, how is your marriage?” Sukuna’s question is so casual, so off-handed, you want to laugh, but instead, you keep a straight face, looking up at him and blinking at his audacity.

“It’s wonderful, thank you for asking, your majesty.” You say with a bright smile, Sukuna chuckles then.

“Wonderful?” His voice draws those words out.

“Yes, it has been wonderful. Though arranged as most marriages are, we are very much in love.”

You speak the very truth, you are madly in love with your husband, despite the past consistently trying to tear at you both. There are so many moments of peace snuggled next to him in the morning, giggling as he teases you during breakfast, then of course the passion at night. Until today, things had been going perfect for just a bit.

“Ah, but what of your needs? Do you not feel neglected?” His voice interrupts your thoughts.

“I assure you, my needs are exceeded.” The memories of Satoru just a half hour ago fill your head, making it swirl.

“But what of your desires?”

You feel your cheeks heat, glaring at him as you all finally arrive at the doors to the hall. “I dare say, my desires are more than met, my husband and I are very similar.” Freaky, in fact you think back on his hand around your throat, him shoving cum back in your cunt, overheating.

“Do the thoughts make you blush?” He teases.

“It is not your place to question that.”

Sukuna laughs, the sound echoing. “Fiery, I like that.”

“Fiery?” You roll your eyes, walking and hearing her voice then, Adelia, she’s tugging on Satoru’s tie, he scowls and smacks her hand, to her anger and your little smile as you peer at them.

“The fuck off me, walking plague.” He brightens when he sees you, but then his glare is back and darker, when Sukuna’s hand comes over yours, his blue eyes glittering angrily across the expanse of hall.

Adelia is scowling at him, then at you, before she steps even closer, leaning up and whispering something in Satoru’s ear, you watch his face fall and pause now. “Something wrong, Duchess?” Sukuna asks.

“Excuse me, my King.” You step away from him, walking right up to Satoru and Adelia, Satoru quickly snatches you by the waist, much to Adelia’s irritation. “Keep your grimy little hands off my husband.”

She eyes you up and down. “As if you’ll keep your hands off the King? I doubt that.”

You smile, cold and nasty at her. “I only want Satoru. I’ll leave all the sleeping around to you, I hear you’re quite good at it.” Satoru snorts next to you, as does Sukuna, who has just walked up.

Adelia scowls, mouth wide open. “Excuse me? As if Satoru hasn’t-”

“Do not call him by his first name. He is your grace to you, considering you have no title I’m aware of?”

“Snobby little thing aren’t you Duchess? Well, do not worry, I can call him whatever I want to. After all, it was I who took his virginity, taught him all he knows.” You blink then, Sukuna snorts once more, Satoru is flushed bright pink on his cheeks, at such an intimate detail.

“So? What do I care if you did, I did not know him. You have no claim over him because of it, dear god. You’re like a dog.” She gasps, Sukuna seems to be cracking the fuck up. Satoru even joins in the laughter for a moment.

“A dog!?”

“Let’s have dinner?” Sukuna snatches your arm back up, leaving Satoru to stomp after you all, and Adelia to rush and follow.

What a fucking mess this is.

And of course King Sukuna has requested you sit next to him, his big hand brushing your thigh under the table, you feel the urge to smack it but you try to remember the consequences to such a thing. Satoru’s on the other side of him, Adelia is not fit to have dinner at your table so thank god you both didn’t have to sit with her, and Princess Urame is seated next to Satoru.

She is very quiet and only speaks here and there, a complete opposite to her highly annoying brother. You cannot stand the pretentious man truly, of course, Satoru is fuming, and Sukuna’s hand is slipping under your skirts. You snatch his hand up in a grip, batting your lashes and smiling pretty, leaning close.

“Just because you are a king does not mean I may not accidentally break your fingers.” You whisper, he snorts then, eyeing you even more hungrily, especially your decolletage, which reveals far too much of your breasts for his view.

“You break my fingers? You’re a delicate little thing, I doubt you could even leave a scratch on my back.” He teases, hot sultry breath against your ear.

“You will not find out about any scratches on your back unless you ask my husband. He has a few.” Sukuna raises a brow at you, as Adelia comes to serve Satoru a drink, ‘accidentally’ spilling it.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry!” Her voice grates on your last nerve, you watch your husband completely snap, like a bow strung too tightly.

“You little-”

“Satoru.” You murmur, he stands then, laughing madly, hand raking through his snow white hair, you can tell he has absolutely lost it, when he laughs he is truly done for.

“I’ll help you clean it-”

“The fuck you will, Adelia. I’ve had quite enough of whatever this is. Oh, your Majesty, care to take your hand off my wife’s leg?” Sukuna leans back in his seat, like he owns the damn room, but again, he does.

He is now gazing at Satoru amusedly. “You should let her help you, catch up, you know.” Sukuna’s infuriating both of you, amusing Adelia.

Just what is it with them!?

“Fuck that, fuck you. Excuse me Princess, for my shitty language.” Urame just nods a bit. “I think we are fine to leave tonight, no need to stay.”

“But after your wife passed out? You must let her rest, would you be such a selfish husband?”

“Oh I’m selfish.”

“Have a seat, Duke.” Satoru slumps back down, you ache to hold him, to caress his cheek, to let him know it will be alright, feeling the lump in your throat. “Now, we have a ball here this week. I would love it if you would be my guests, if you must go home tonight.”

“We will be delighted.” You say, putting on a fake smile now, and later that evening Satoru and you are finally headed back, it’s dark and late at night, it’s quiet for a time, you’re still in this ridiculous dress, the tiara on your head. Satoru is sullen and clearly affected, making you ache for him.

“I hated that I couldn’t do anything.” He says finally, you put your hand on his, shaking your head.

“What could you do in that situation, Satoru? Let’s just be glad we can go home tonight. I could not stand another moment there.” He exhales, nodding, dragging you onto his lap now.

“I just want us to be able to be happy.” Your heart breaks at his vulnerable words now, words you feel in your very soul. “I don’t want to see her again, I don’t want to go to some stupid ball, it makes me sick to think of it at all.”

“I feel the same, but we will make it through, yes? We have each other.” He nods quietly, clinging to you tightly, the more time you both spend, the more open and vulnerable he becomes.

What once was a very harsh, brooding and serious man, is a light hearted, sweet, caring man. He is thoughtful and funny, he is also very emotional, so different from the cold, calculated man on your wedding night. You wish so badly you could have known him like this from the beginning.

And fear so badly what more damage Adelia can do to his progress.

“Talk to me about something, anything, I must get my mind off his fucking hands on your perfect body.” You shift now, brushing back his hair softly.

“The only hands I desire are already here.”

“Are they rough enough?” He teases, and you glare. “I’m kidding!”

“I like them soft and elegant.” You hold out his long fingers now, swamping your little hand. “I love these piano fingers of yours.”

“Piano fingers, hmm? And I love your stubby little-”

“Fuck you.”

He snorts in laughter, and you break into a giggle yourself, letting him hold you against his chest as the carriage gently rocks you, lulling you along with his steady heartbeat. “Sleepy, brat?”

“Mmm, I am.” You yawn again, eyes fluttering shut, you cling to his jacket, as he brushes his hands up and down your arms.

“I can’t lose you.” His soft words make you look at him in the dark, he cups your face, bringing his lips to yours.

“You will not lose me. I can’t lose you, either.”

“Would you be better off-”

“I’ll smack you.” He sighs. “I hate what she’s already fucking doing to you, where’s my cocky ass of a husband?”

“Somewhere.” He grumbles. “Just rest.”

“Satoru…”

“Rest, I’ll wake you when we are there. You went through a lot today.”

“I’m fine, I promise.” You kiss him again, hating Adelia with every bit of your fucking body and soul for what she can do to the love of your life in moments. “I can stay up.”

“I like to hold you while you sleep.” You kiss him slowly, drinking in his soft moan, before burying your face against the warm crook of his neck again, wrapping your arms under his coat around his waist.

“Just for a minute.” You blink then when Satoru is carrying you in his arms, into the dark halls of your home, you yawn and snuggle against him more. “Satoru, you could have woken me up.”

“I really need you in my arms right now. Yes, it’s fucking-”

“Sweet.”

“Ugh.” You giggle at him, he helps undress you, until you’re slipping on your nightgown, letting out another yawn as he helps you up into his bed, pulling you against his bare chest now. “I could get used to this treatment.”

“Princess treatment, hmm.” You nod, kissing his lips, brushing snowy hair back, feeling such bliss you cannot quite describe it, can’t put it into words, mixed with the pit in your stomach.

“Am I really related to that bitch?” You whisper, Satoru snorts.

“Your mouth, so dirty.”

“Oh whatever term should I use!?

“It fits well, you must be related, if not, what the hell is this resemblance? But she’s not from nobility as far as I ever knew.”

“Hmm, perhaps my father… no, she looks like my mother. Dear God should we do some investigating into this?”

“Only if you want to, matters naught to me. Do you think your mother would even allow such questions?”

“Not her, but the staff loves me, and they know everything. Perhaps I’ll get a little information, since she and the King seem so interested in our lives.”

“I love you, sneaky little brat.”

“I love you, broody man.” You lean up, kissing him gently. “I will make some inquiries, you know Shoko and Suguru are coming tomorrow?”

“Yes, now I have to watch my best friends together, it's disgusting.” You roll your eyes at him, soon you’re laying back against him in the quiet night, safe in his arms.

“I do not want this happiness to end either, I’m so terrified, Satoru.”

“Even a King and a royal bitch will not fuck this up for me.”

“The King!? Holy shit I need a drink.” Shoko holds out her wine glass for more, Suguru whistles and leans back, holding his glass out for a whiskey pour, little Satoru the puppy is happily in Satoru- the husband’s- lap, panting happily much to Satoru’s dismay. You scratch him behind the ears as you sip your own wine.

“Yes the King wants her as his ��royal mistress’.” Satoru tosses back his glass, now holding his up for a pour, the puppy hops down and starts running around you all, as he wipes off his lap. “Damned deformed bunny sheds so bad.”

“You love him.” Satoru rolls his pretty blue eyes, dragging your chair closer, an arm wrapped around you, much to the pleasure of Suguru and Shoko.

“If the King wants her…” Suguru trails off with a sigh.

“Fuck do I know.”

“It will not happen. Now, how are you two?”

“Much better now that my friend isn’t being a piece of shit.” Suguru says, an arm around Shoko’s waist, she snickers.

“Same, actually, took the thoughts from my mouth.” They both stick their tongues out at Satoru.

“Yes well, I’m sure the person most happy is her.” He pecks a kiss on your cheek, making them heat up.

“So you all were to explain things somewhat? She was absolutely going to leave you, and I was honestly happy.” Shoko says, lighting a cigarette on her gold cigarette holder, Satoru glares. “What?”

“I was for it as well. Why the change?”

“Well…” You look at him now, he nods. “I was going to leave him, I had a man who… wanted to marry me.”

“Who wouldn’t.” Shoko winks at you.

“I love your friends.”

“Fuck you all.”

You all snort in laughter, and you take a breath now, leaning your head against Satoru’s shoulder. “He brought up me helping with the villages and the towns, his… father seemed to raise everything to an insane rate.”

“Your father was shit for finances. And in general.” Suguru swipes back some of his dark hair now.

“Understatement of the century.” Satoru says.

“Needless to say, I agreed, and the feelings I’d been shoving down due to how awful he was being came full force. I could not stop everything I felt, despite my efforts to hold back.”

“My tongue is that good.”

You smack his shoulder, Suguru and Shoko roll their eyes. “That is not the reason, insolent man.”

He leans close with a bright white grin. “Didn’t hurt though, did it?”

“The whoring was good for something.” You retort, his eyes narrow.

“You little bratty-”

“No foreplay at the dinner table.” Shoko says.

“As if Suguru’s not slipping his hand up your thigh under that tablecloth, yes I know the look.” Suguru clears his throat, blushing, Shoko just grins.

“You’re an ass Satoru.”

“You can be with us if you want to leave him again, Duchess.” Shoko says with a wink, Satoru scowls, crumbling a napkin and throwing it at her.

“You’re such a-”

“It’s a good offer.”

“I’ll beat your ass tonight.” Satoru whispers in your ear, but if you’re being honest it thrills you, as does him pressed against you, hard body, heat emitting and enticing you further.

It’s lovely to relax, just enjoy a dinner with friends, with no insane tactics, back and forths or dramatic surprises. You know the ball will have plenty of that, but to relax and laugh and enjoy yourselves? It feels like everything you were always supposed to have, supposed to feel.

Shoko and Satoru are the last two in a wicked card game, you and Suguru watch them amusedly, when Suguru leans close. “Walk in the gardens?”

“Not a scandalous one again!” He grins, and you both step out into the cool night air, you shiver just a bit despite the alcohol in your blood, Suguru slips his coat over your shoulders. “Ever the gentleman.”

“I try, Duchess. I am so very happy to see him like this.” He looks back, Satoru slams his cards down, waving his arms around wildly.

“I didn't even know he could be this way.” You muse softly, continuing to walk now, until you both sit by the fountain.

“Can I ask you something?” Suguru says softly.

“No more kisses, Sir!” He pouts before smirking a bit. “No, go ahead.”

“How did you forgive him for it? I only saw a little bit, but fuck… I am glad you did, please do not take it so, but it was horrible. Watching you waste away so quickly from being around him.” You look down, snuggling closer with his coat, taking a breath to gather your thoughts.

“It was horrible, he was cruel absolutely, not even the women that bothered me, but his words. Feeling so unwanted, so hated, for something I truly did not understand. It was not an easy task.” You exhale and look up at his warm chocolate eyes, he wraps an arm around your shoulders comfortingly.

“I admire your forgiveness, I do not know if I could have. It’s hard to forgive him for you and he’s like a brother to me.”

“I just love him, Sugu.”

“Sugu hmm?”

“It’s what he calls you.” You smile up at him, he chuckles a bit.

“I’m so special I see. But I do admire you.”

“Thank you, I am never sure if I’m making a terrible decision on any given day, but nothing feels more right than being in his arms.”

“Ah the mush.”

“Hush! I see you and Shoko getting closer.” You wiggle your brows with a grin, Suguru chuckles again.

“It’s lovely to see you happy too, you know.”

“It’s nice to be happy, for a moment. I just wish the world would let us be, but I fear we both have more work cut out for us.”

“Yes, that girl… so odd I never met her, him so in love. I was away doing university at the time but he just quit communicating. I did not know he dealt with such pain, any of it.” You sigh, nodding, Satoru and Shoko walk out now, you both hear them in the distance shouting at each other.

“It was horrible.”

“But no excuse. So forgiving it… I don’t know. I’m impressed.”

“I’m rather impressive at times. Or a disaster.”

“Nothing wrong with that. Quick, fake kiss me, we’ll anger them.” He leans close and you giggle, shoving at him.

“Why did you kiss me, Sugu?”

“You’re beautiful of course, but I felt such tenderness toward you. I hated you feeling that way, it was terrible to witness. As I said, you forgiving him is hard to understand, but I am glad he has you.”

“I am glad he has you two, you’re good for him. He’s so broody you know.”

“Broody? Snuggling, huh?” Satoru crosses his arms and narrows his eyes, you take off Suguru’s coat now, scooching and patting the bench.

“Come sit.” Shoko scooches in between you both, you throw Suguru’s coat on her shoulders now, leaving you to shiver just a bit. “Why don’t you two stay the night? I fear perhaps… Lady Shoko is perhaps feeling ill.”

“She is ill.” Satoru agrees, and Suguru pulls her against him now.

“So sick, look at the color on her cheeks.”

“I am indeed feeling sick.” You stand now, Satoru pulls you against him, your arms slipping under his coat.

“Separate rooms of course but we are going to be too busy to check.” Satoru’s winking at Suguru, you get with your Nan now, who prepares ‘two rooms’ for both of them.

“You’re glowing, Duchess.” Nan says softly, you get a little flustered then, peeking back at Satoru now.

“I’m happy, Nan.” She sighs now, your puppy is running in circles around her ankles, she picks him up and nuzzles him.

“I’m happy if you are, but it’s hard to forget.” You nod quietly, Satoru comes up now, prepared for Nan’s typical glare, but she gives him a little smile before she turns away, leaving Satoru with his mouth open.

“Did she just…”

“She did, I saw it!”

“Maybe she won’t hate me one day?” He takes you by the waist, pulling you flush against him now, pecking kisses on your cheeks.

“She does not hate you, really. She just loves me a lot.”

“I love you more than anyone.” His husky words make a heat pool in your stomach, you tremble now in his hold, needy for his touch, his kiss, his everything.

“And I love you more than anyone.” He moans softly, kissing you deeply. “I want to keep this happiness.”

“We will. If I have to kill a whole king and a bitch ex I will.” You grin, shaking your head at how ridiculous he is. “You so doubt me, brat?”

“Hmm, you’ll have to show me this prowess.” You giggle and run up the stairs, leaving Shoko and Suguru kissing and walking towards one of the rooms, but they look up at you two and smile when both of you aren’t looking.

When the door shuts everything changes, Satoru’s devouring your mouth now, you’re hastily unbuttoning his dress shirt, exposing the smooth expanse of his perfect marble skin. You kiss and lick down his throat, his collarbone, his chest, his hands yank out your bobby pins, they clatter to the floor. He pauses at your little tiara, silver and blue, humming to himself.

“We will keep this on.” He says, turning you around, unlacing you with deft, eager hands, as soon as you’re bare to him he picks you up in his arms, kissing you and pressing you against the burgundy walls, hard length pressing on you.

“Keep my tiara on hmm?” You whisper against his lips, he nods then.

“You’re my slutty princess, you know.” You whine out when his hand slips down, sinking a finger inside your entrance, already slick with want. “So slutty.”

“Maybe Suguru turned me-ah!” You laugh breathlessly when he turns you, smacking your ass so hard it stings.

“Trying to make me jealous, brat?”

“You’re sexy when you- fuck!” Satoru smacks your other ass cheek, smacking you over and over, you’re shaking at how fucking good it feels.

“You are trying to make me angry then? Your slutty cunt gets off on it, doesn’t she?” He fingers you once more, your head falls back in pleasure, gasping as his fingers scissor in and out of your soppy little pussy now.

“Maybe she d-does- ngh!” You’re smacked again, harder this time, it feels so good your eyes damn near roll back.

“You’ve got a bratty mouth tonight, hmm? Should I occupy it?” At your weak little nod he sinks you onto your knees, you eagerly open your mouth for him, as he watches his pretty Princess take his cock so good, tiara and all, like some fucking endless fantasy he’s had for so long.

Your hot wet mouth enwraps him,  your tongue sliding around the tip, feeling him throb and pulse in your mouth. You tongue the yummy precum, letting it coat your tongue as he watches you hungrily, your knees hurt, your ass throbbing, jaw adjusting, but it all serves to make you more soaking wet. You feel your cunt clenching with need as your hands drift up his thighs.

“Will I have to do this every time I want some- ah- peace and quiet? From my loud mouth- f-fuck… brat?” You would giggle if not sucking Satoru deeper, watching those snowy lashes flutter, his abdomen tense and flex.

 You suck him harder and faster, his hands in your hair, pulling and guiding you, groaning with every suck and swirl of your tongue. His breath starts coming in sharp gasps as you swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock, teasing the slit before you suck him deep, taking as much of him as you can, nose against the soft white hair above his cock.

“Fuck baby… fuck you’re so-” He groans, his hips jerking slightly, pushing you down more, his eyes never leaving yours, watching as you take all of him, your throat tight around his length, your cheeks hollowed out. “Beautiful like this, taking me s’fucking g-good.”

Satoru’s whimpering now, head against the wall as he fucks your throat, god nothing could feel better aside from your perfect pussy wrapping him. You’re gagging on him, breathing through your nose, your nails pressing into his skin as you cling to him, moaning around him, the vibrations wrecking him, his fingers tighten in your hair, tugging you closer.

“You want this cock, don’t you Princess?” He asks breathlessly now, pulling your greedy mouth off him, you have saliva dripping down your lips, tears trickling down your cheeks, but you nod eagerly. “Then how do we ask?”

“Please.” He loves you like this, when his feisty little Duchess submits so sweetly, but it’s truly he who submits to you, picking you up off your knees, carrying you to his bed, your bed… both of you sleep here every night now.

His lips kiss his taste off of you, swapping saliva so messy now, backing you until you’re against the bed, he gets you on all fours, smacking your pussy now, you scream out at it, shaking. “Look at you, covered in my handprints.”

You cannot see what Satoru sees, your ass arched so pretty, hips so inviting, he smacks your puffy cunt again, making you twitch and jerk, head falling back, tiara falling just to the side of your now messy hair. “Please…”

“Please what, Princess?”

“Smack me more.” He moans now, smacking you again and again, pulling you up to your knees, grinding his cock between your sticky inner thighs, pressing between your folds and against your neglected clit. You whine and shake at the sensation, hips arching back and forth as you cry out.

“Smack you where?” He nips down your neck now, hot hard length slipping easier and easier against you, tip nudging your clit.

“Fucking everywhere, please.” He turns you now, laying you on your back, smacking your breasts, you arch your hips up, cunt glistening with your arousal.

“Everywhere, hmm? Pretty little whore.” He smacks each tit again, watching them jiggle and marks forming from his fingers. “Here?”

“Y-yes. There. Satoru!” He’s smacking your face now, it hurts so bad you almost fucking cum then and there, so oversensitive and ready, he laughs at you, sexy and overwhelming, eyes dilated and lidded.

“Smack your pretty face?” He smacks your other cheek, you whimper out. “Pathetic f’me, huh?”

“F-fuck you. Yes.” He kisses your cheeks, each one, where he’s smacked you now, hand slipping under your chin and pressing up on your pulse point, feeling it race and flutter like a butterfly as his tip presses on your entrance.

“Fuck me?”

“Fuck me.”

“How do we say-”

“Satoru, fuck me now, I swear you-” Satoru sinks in your cunt now in one stroke, stretching and filling you full, he leans low over you, your thighs shaking, breasts heaving with your erratic breaths as his eyes drink you in.

“Something to say?” He slides out then back in, grabbing your thighs as he does, you scream out weakly, he laughs softly against your ear, arms sinking to their elbows over you. “That’s what I thought.”

You’re moaning as an answer, when he finally moves, stroking in and out with his thick cock, as your arousal pools and slips down the veins of it, you hear it, the sounds of him fucking into you, mixing with both of your gasps. Satoru cups your face so tightly, squeezing hard, as he pounds your pussy harder, your head sinks against the silk of his pillows, hips pulling back.

“Ah-ah, do not run Princess.” Satoru yanks your hips back, making you scream out when he shoves his cock so deep it’s breaking you.

“T-too deep!” You whine out, but you’re clinging to him, nails pressing into his skin, eyes locked with his while he works you, until his lips are slammed against yours, sucking every bit of oxygen, you gladly give it, screaming into his mouth while he’s thrusting over and over.

Satoru groans, flipping you then, you’ve only been on him once, so you flush just a bit before rolling your hips, head falling back. He moans, grabbing your tits as they bounce and you’re working over him, taking his length as good as you can. He grabs your hips, licking his glossy lower lip, your hands bracing on his strong chest while you sink down.

“That’s it, pretty slut. Look at you, taking cock so fuckin’ good.” His words urge you on, he fixes your tiara before taking your hips, pressing his thumbs against your pelvis, urging you, his head falling back.

“Feel s’good, Toru.” You whine, leaning down now, he’s fucking up into you while you fall apart over him, hair gently falling against his chest, you cup his face, pressing your lips against them, whining into them while he wrecks you utterly, your mind, your body, your heart. “S’all you.”

“S’all you P-Princess.” He whines, so vulnerable then, pulling you in so he can sink deeper in your cunt, stretching you so good while you kiss him over and over, sobbing at how good it feels, him filling you.

“Lemme try.” You pull back, halting his movements, rolling your hips and rising and falling against him, thighs squeezing narrow hips as you work, grinding his tip against your cervix, creamy ring of your cum pooling on the base of his cock.

“That’s it, take my cock, Princess. Fuckin use me.” He urges, his words edging you along with the fullness, so full, too full. But you cannot get enough, rolling your hips and riding him, as he feels your tight walls gripping him like a vise, feels you soaking his length so good he groans out loud, cheeks flushed, pretty skin covered in slick sweat just like yours.

“T-Toru… m’weak.” You whine, he moans now, lifting your hips, your lips are a breath against his as you brace yourself on either side of his head.

“Lemme use you, huh Princess?” You weakly nod, then Satoru uses you utterly, fucking up into your pussy as he holds your hips hostage, suspending them up while his feet are flat on the enormous bed. “That’s it, good girl.”

“Toru!” You cry out when he fucks you into an orgasm, hitting so hard your mouth is wide open, drooling pathetic, he huffs at it, at the slutty O your mouth is in, fucking you so hard you hear the slaps in the room. You feel him ruining your pussy, you know how sore you’ll be, but you want- “More!”

“Want all this cum in you, hmm?” You nod eagerly, Satoru moans now, flipping you on your back, shoving your thighs up and bending you in half. “Beg for it.”

“Oh f-fuck you. Ah!” He pulls out now, smacking his cock on your beat up, sore little cunt, you whine pathetically again. “Please!”

“Should make you swallow it, not fill you at all. Brat.” He shoves back in you though, your body is twitching as he works over you, dripping sweat from his perfect body down all over yours, when he’s pulsing, thickening, you whine weakly.

“Please cum in me. Toru. Please.”

“Need a baby? So greedy?” He demands, and you nod.

“Need a b-baby. Please, p-put it- please!” You’re helpless under him, his heavy weight pressing on you as he fucks all sense out of your brain, leaving you with this primal instinct.

“A baby huh? Fill you up? Gonna get so fucking round with me.” When he brushes a hand on your tummy you begin to cum, pulsing all over him, and he falls apart over you, desperately kissing and crying into your mouth.

Satoru pumps you so full it’s inanity, cum pouring and pulsing, as your cunt milks it all, she wants it as bad as you do. You convulse, cumming from the hot sticky white seed pooling in your pussy, coating all your walls, that continue to spasm as Satoru pumps slower and slower. He lets your legs fall to the sides, kissing you over and over, sloppy as your cunt drooling down on him.

He eases out of you now, watching you pour out, moaning. “Look at her, wasting it all again. Tsk.” Satoru shoves two long fingers in your sore pussy, eyes insane and glowing bright blue, your tears are pouring down your pretty face, making his cock fill with blood again. “Just look at you, crying, huh?”

“Sh-shut up.” You pull him down for a kiss, while he’s pushing his cum back in you, you hear the lewd squishing and clicking, struggling to come to, to take several breaths, consumed by him. “Toru…”

“I know, baby.” He eases finally, sucking both of you off his fingers, moaning as his cheeks hollow. “Taste us together.”

“Please.” He shoves his fingers back in your cunt, then back in your mouth, and your tongue swirls, grabbing his huge hand with your two little ones as you do.

“God I need you again.” Satoru has your lips back in his, turning you onto your tummy, kissing down your spine, nipping your skin, groaning as he sees all the marks on your body, before chuckling deeply.

“What? Y-you’re laughing?” You demand, angrily looking back over your shoulder, he grins so big it melts you.

“Your tiara, still fucking on.” He murmurs, you both laugh then, breathless and shaky, you go to take it off, but he stops you. “Hah, not yet, Princess.”

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[juniperskye]

Those Were Brand New!

Sneak peek: You and Hotch attend a wedding together – Not together, together…carpooling just made sense, right? Things between you change, resulting in a ripped pair of tights.

Aaron Hotchner x (Fem) FBI Reader

Smut/Fluff

Word count: 747

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited, please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! My blog is 18+, minors DNI, no use of y/n, no physical description of reader other than she/her pronouns and female anatomy, explicit language, sexual themes, P in V sex, unprotected sex (Don’t do this!), sex on the kitchen counter, Let me know if I missed any!!!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

His eyes had been on you all evening, since the moment he picked you up for this wedding. You had left your apartment in the most beautiful deep green dress. The velvet rested just above your knees and beneath it, your legs were adorned in black lacy tights, your feet tucked gently into a pair of stilettos.

As the wedding festivities died down, the chill in the air had increased. You had drifted closer and closer to Aaron, trying to regain some of the warmth that had slipped away throughout the evening.

“Why don’t we go say goodnight to the happy couple? That way I can get you out of the cold.” He suggested.

“That sounds good!” You shivered.

--

Music was playing quietly, filling the otherwise silent vehicle. This happened a lot when you drove with Aaron, you’d fall into comfortable silence, only chatting when it was needed. Truth is, you were just so comfortable around one another.

“Thanks again for driving me Aaron, I really appreciate it.”

“Of course, sweetheart. Let me walk you up.” He offered.

You nodded in thanks, knowing it was no use arguing with him – he’s the most stubborn man you know.

--

“I uh, I had a really good time tonight. It was nice to see you let loose Aaron.” You teased.

“I had a great time too. I enjoyed spending time with you.” He returned.

You shared a look, only this one held more weight than usual…this gaze felt charged. Which you both must’ve realized because your lips quickly met in a heated kiss. Aaron had shifted the two of you, so your back was pressed against your door, his lips shifting to your neck, allowing you to fumble for your house key.

Once you had the door unlocked, Aaron’s lips found yours once again. He was gently leading you to your kitchen, only stopping when your ass met the edge of the counter. His hands dropped down to the back of your thighs, lifting you to sit on the edge of the counter.

“You look so beautiful.” Aaron breathed.

“So are you.” You gasped.

His hands slid under your dress, grasping your thighs, as his mouth moved to your neck, sucking harshly, sure to leave marks. A fact you couldn’t care less about in this moment.

“I have wanted this for so long.” You confessed.

“Me too sweetheart, and as much as I want to take this slow…I need you. You have to tell me if you want to stop.” Aaron was breathless.

“Don’t stop.”

Aaron’s hand moved further up your dress, his fingers gripping the material of your tights. Your head fell back, and his lips started their descent further toward your collar bones. The room was filled with the salacious sounds of his wet kisses and your hands ruffling his hair…until a tearing sound cut through the kitchen.

“Aaron! Those were brand new!” You gasped. Taking in the fact that Aaron had just ripped your tights open to give himself access to your soaked heat.

“I’ll buy you a new pair.”

One of his hands moved to toy with your center while the other pulled your sleeve down enough to expose your lace covered breasts. Aaron’s mouth closed around your pert nipple while his fingers circled your clit.

You brought your hands to the waistband of his slacks, pulling them open and releasing his throbbing cock and guiding it to your entrance.

You both understood that there would be another time for slow and sensual…but right now you were both desperate for this.

--

He thrust into you in one quick fluid motion, stealing the breath from your lungs. Aaron’s arms wrapped around you, one around your waist and the other reaching up to grip your shoulder as he pounded into you. Your body was leaned back against the counter, arching up into his embrace.

With every thrust, Aaron’s tip kissed your cervix, and you could feel your climax quickly approaching.

“Aaron I – I’m so…” You let out in short gasps.

“I know baby, let go for me.” He replied, kissing you once more.

After a few more thrusts, your orgasm ripped through you. In your hazy state, you could feel Aaron’s pace faulter, signaling how close he was.

“Fuck I…”

“Let go baby.”

With a final thrust, Aaron filled you. Collapsing onto you, allowing himself to relish in this moment with you, Aaron thought about all the exciting things a future with your would hold.

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The Odds Are Slim But Never Zero Part 2

Jing Yuan, Sunday, Gallagher x fem!reader (separate)

Part 1 (Dan Heng, Luka, Blade)

Summary: Someone walks in on you

Warnings: nsfw (18+), penetrative sex (Jing Yuan, Sunday), fingering (Jing Yuan, Gallagher), public sex (Gallagher, the bar is empty but still), getting caught

a/n: Sunday has been acquired. He’s so pretty. I have some other writing ideas for him but his character is hard for me so who knows.

Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan is irresistible. It’s so, so hard to say no to him, which is probably how you ended up here. His hands have slowly slipped off each of your garments one by one as rays of early morning sun flood into the bedroom.

“Beautiful as always.” His voice is still laced with the remnants of sleep as he roams your body.

“And you’re eager.” You gasp when his hand comes up around your breast, giving it a light squeeze. It’s not enough to distract you from his erection poking your thigh though. “Really eager.”

“I’d like to think of it as appreciating my dear wife as often as possible.” Your back arches when two fingers push into your pussy. Your whines become the only sound in the room as starts up a steady rhythm of pumping in and out of you. You don’t think to warn him when you’re close. He can always tell without you having to say a word. Few things evade the Divine Foresight’s notice after all.

“Jing Yuan!” You cry out. He responds by pressing kisses to your shoulder while you fall apart on his fingers.

“Will you allow me to take care of my little problem?” He says after you shift around to face him.

“I think ‘little’ is poor word choice.” You pull him into a kiss, mumbling against his lips as he moves on top of you. Jing Yuan chuckles, leaning into your kiss. He throws the sheets aside, fully exposing every inch of you to his golden eyes. He pulls his cock out, poking the tip at your entrance before looking you in the eye.

“Ready?” The careful consideration of his words somehow makes you fall in love with him all over again.

“As I’ll ever be,” You reply, breath stolen the moment you get out the last word by his length pushing into you. Your hands grip white hair as you lose yourself in the pleasure, feeling your husband litter kisses around your collarbone.

“General!” You’re snapped from your trance by the door being bursting open by a Cloud Knight. Jing Yuan is swift to grab the sheets to block you from anyone’s view but his own.

“What is it?” You recognize his voice take on the decisive tone fit for a general.

“U-Uh, Lieutenant Yanqing wanted to let you know that he’s resolved the recent incident involving the missing cycranes. The culprit has been sent to the Realm Keeping Commission.” You commend him for keeping a mostly calm front aside from a few stutters here and there to give away his embarrassment.

“Thank you for the news.” Your husband doesn’t even have to verbally dismiss the knight before you hear his retreating footsteps and the door close.

“You need to tell the boy he can just write up a report in the future.” Your voice keens when Jing Yuan moves again, reminding you of his cock still buried inside you.

“He means well.” His tone softens to the one reserved only for you as his hands find a place on your hips once more. “Now where were we?” Jing Yuan is insatiable, but so hard to say no to.

Sunday

“Give me a minute,” Sunday says through gritted teeth. He’s currently bottomed out in your pussy trying not to cum right then and there. The way your walls perfectly hug his cock has him lost in you.

“Take your time.” You brush his bangs out of his eyes while giving him the sweetest look, and Sunday thinks he’s going to die. Then, there’s the way you suddenly tighten around him. It has his forehead falling into the crook of your neck.

You never imagined someone as composed as Sunday could be like this. Your hands run through his hair, and you try not to get poked by his halo as you wait for him to gather himself. The way he fills you up certainly has you wanting him to start moving, but his comfort comes first. You have to at least let him think he’s in control.

Your eyes are drawn by the door to your room sliding open. It’s Himeko and Welt, probably checking in on how the newest passenger is doing. Himeko’s eyes widen upon meeting yours, but she sends you a soft smile that makes your cheeks burn. You silently wave a hand to send them away, but Welt is already closing the door.

“What was that?” Sunday lifts his head at the sound of the door.

“Nothing!” You reach both hands up to cradle his face. “Just keep your eyes on me.”

Yeah, Sunday’s sure you’ll be the death of him.

Gallagher

It’s so hot as your lips move against Gallagher’s. Your body feels like it’s on fire, the heat frying your brain so you can barely process anything other than him. Rough hands sneak under your shirt and skirt, holding you right where he wants you.

The two of you were supposed to be closing up Dreamjolt Hostelry for the night after Siobhan left, but one kiss led to another which led to Gallagher hoisting you onto the counter, positioning himself between your legs as you made out. You gasped when one of his hands travelled to rub you through your panties.

“Here?” You murmured nervously, pulling away from him for a second.

“I can finish up here and then we’ll head back to Dreamflux Reef if you want.” That distance in comparison to the proximity of his fingers to your sex right now had you crashing your lips back against his.

“Feeling risky today?” He chuckled at your sudden boldness.

“Just make it quick.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Gallagher tugs your panties down your legs before pocketing them. He warms you up with one finger, then adds another for a minute before three fingers are fucking you mercilessly. You lay your forehead on his shoulder, your ability to sit up straight melting away as the heat from your core spreads through your whole body.

“You couldn’t keep it in your pants until you got out of here?” A new heat rises to your cheeks as both you and Gallagher turn to see Siobhan, catching you both red handed with a look of disbelief. “I’m never forgetting my phone here ever again. You guys owe me lunch after this. Make that lunch for the rest of the week.” She sighs, leaving before either of you can get a word out, but the shock certainly hasn’t left.

“We should leave,” you both agree in unison. Gallagher lifts you off the counter, licking up some of your juices from his fingers after slipping them out.

“Sweeter than a dream.” He smiles at your flushed face before grabbing a dish rag to get rid of any incriminating evidence. The two of you make quick work of closing the place down with Gallagher eventually locking the door. You wrap your arms around his own as you leave.

“Are you going to give me back my panties yet?”

“Why would I? That saves us one step when we get back home.”

[parkerluvsu]

day 13: shy sex <3

authors note: sorry this is so late!! i was so tired last night i literally fell asleep writing it..

every time you have sex with art it's shy sex.. but the most shy he's ever been, was the first time you two had sex.

art is nervous. more nervous than he's ever been, probably ever in his life. he'd said he was going to the bathroom to "freshen up" after you'd scooted closer to him on your bed. it's not like he didn't want to have sex with you.. he really, really did, but he's just so scared of embarrassing himself and having you laugh at him that he needed to excuse himself. art splashes water on his face, taking a deep breath and using one of your towels to dry off, lingering and smelling the left over scent of your shampoo. art doesn't want to keep you waiting though, so he checks his hair in the mirror, smells his breath and walks back out to meet you on your bed.

"s-sorry i- i had to wash my hands.." art explains, not really realizing that his excuse doesn't make sense. you nod, smiling at him. "it's alright art.." you know why he left, and you want to confront him about it. "you know.. we don't have to do anything tonight right? if you're nervous, we can wait, you know id wait forever for you, yeah?" you reassure him, tilting your head to the side. art blushes, realizing he's been caught. "n-no! it's not that.. i- i don't know.. it sounds stupid but you're just so smart and pretty and nice and-" before he can continue to ramble, you press your lips to his.

"well if you want to.. we can go slow, okay? ill take care of you.." art nods at your words, pretty much hypnotized by you. yes.. he wants to have sex with you.. yes he wants you to take care of him, he needs you to take care of him. you smile, pulling him closer by the sides of his face, and kissing him again, satisfied with how easily his mouth opens up and lets you swirl your tongue around. art mewls softly against your lips, spurring you to move his hands to rest on your hips. He moves so he’s pressed against your side, with his arms slung around you to hold you closer.

you can feel that he's hard and drooling precum against you, getting even wetter when you slide your hand down his chest, cupping him through his jeans. art groans, and muffles his whines in your hair. he's extremely eager, slipping his slightly cold fingers under the hem of your shirt, helping you pull it up and off. art doesn't even open his eyes and look at your breasts, waiting for your signal that it was okay. you giggle, grabbing his hands and placing them on your boobs, watching as his face flushes.

art is blushing like a maniac as he opens his eyes. he isn't a virgin by any means, but there's something special about you that makes him more nervous than anyone has ever made him before. it’s cute how quickly he got so shy, but you tell him it’s okay. art nods, lowering his head to suckle at your breasts like it's second nature to him. you don't know how he's so good at it, but you don't question it, allowing him to soothe himself while you pull off his shirt as well, rubbing your hands on his milky, freckled skin.

you're practically straddling his lap at this point, letting him roll his hips into you. you help art lay down on your bed, shucking off his jeans and watching his cock slap against his stomach, strings of precum sticking to his skin. art whines, flinging an arm over his face to cover his blushing cheeks. you smile, taking off your shorts as well, pressing your body to his. you move his arm away from his face, pressing kisses on his cheeks and nose. art whines, squirming on your sheets as he bucks his hips against nothing, the flush in his cheeks spreading to his chest.

you lean over art and grab a condom from your bedside table, sitting on your knees to pull it over his cock. art muffles his groans by biting his lips, embarrassed about the moans that threaten to escape them. you finally meet his eyes, "are you okay? we can stop any time if you want to.." you coo at him, trying to calm his mind. art nods eagerly, pulling you closer to his neck so he can nuzzle into you. you hover over him and sit down on him slowly, unable to stop yourself from squeezing tightly around him. art throws his head back, moaning loudly before he realizes how loud he's being.

you start to move up and down on him, scratching down his chest with you nails. art wraps his arms around your lower back, pulling you to lay against his chest as he plants his feet on your bed, fucking up into you with abandon, his previous shyness gone completely. you can't do anything but fall limp against his chest, letting him take what he wants from you. art pants and whines against your neck, licking and biting the soft skin there. you can tell that arts getting close by the increasing loudness of his whines, combined with the fact that he's jackrabbiting his hips into you, using all his adrenaline he's built up all night. art is trying to stay focused on making you cum.. but when you pop a couple fingers in his mouth to quiet him down, he's a goner.

art moans around your fingers, giving you deep strokes that you're sure would get you pregnant if he wasn't wearing a condom. art is content to lay there and let you take what you need from him, watching you rock your hips back and forth until you too tremble and shake with the force of your orgasm. coming back to earth, art sighs shakily, helping you slide off of him and lay down beside him. "are you okay?" you turn on your side and rest your head on your hand, swiping a couple of golden hairs from arts forehead. "y-yeah.. im great actually.. can we just.. stay like this for a little bit?" art looks away as he talks, his shyness taking over once again. you giggle and nod, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "of course art.. as long as you like" <3

[rafecamerons-national-anthem]

JEALOUSY IN THE AIR-RAFE CAMERON

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥

The bonfire was in full swing, its golden glow illuminating the stretch of beach where Pogues and Kooks alike mingled in uneasy harmony. The air was heavy with smoke, salt, and the rhythmic thrum of distant music. You were sitting on the sand with a drink in hand, laughing at one of JJ Maybank’s ridiculous stories. His animated gestures and mischievous grin had you in stitches, and for a moment, you forgot about the simmering tension that had been brewing all evening.

You didn’t need to look to know Rafe Cameron was watching. You could feel it, the weight of his gaze burning into you from across the bonfire.

Rafe was leaning against his Jeep, drink in hand, his posture deceptively relaxed. But anyone who knew him could see the rigid set of his jaw, the way his fingers gripped the cup just a little too tightly.

You glanced over at him briefly, and the intensity in his eyes made your breath hitch. He wasn’t just watching, he was glaring.

“Earth to Y/N,” JJ teased, waving a hand in front of your face. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you said quickly, forcing a smile and tearing your gaze away from Rafe.

But JJ wasn’t fooled. He followed your line of sight, his lips curling into a smirk when he spotted Rafe. “Cameron looks like he’s about two seconds away from blowing a gasket.”

You rolled your eyes, pretending not to care. “Let him. It’s not my problem.”

JJ chuckled, leaning closer as if to tell you a secret. “You sure about that? Because he looks like he’s thinking about making it your problem.”

Before you could respond, JJ threw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as he continued his story. The gesture was innocent enough, JJ was always touchy but you knew exactly how it looked to Rafe.

Sure enough, when you glanced over again, Rafe was no longer leaning against his Jeep. He was striding toward you, his movements sharp and purposeful.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, disentangling yourself from JJ just as Rafe reached you.

“Hey, JJ,” Rafe said, his tone deceptively casual. But the look in his eyes was anything but friendly. “Mind if I borrow Y/N for a minute?”

JJ raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by Rafe’s thinly veiled hostility. “I don’t know, man. She seems pretty comfortable right here.”

Rafe’s jaw tightened, and he turned his attention to you. “Y/N. A word.”

It wasn’t a request.

You sighed, standing up and brushing the sand off your legs. “I’ll be back,” you said to JJ, who just shrugged and took another swig of his beer.

Rafe didn’t say anything as he led you away from the bonfire, his hand firm on your wrist. He didn’t stop until you were on the other side of the Jeep, the noise of the party fading into the background.

“What the hell, Rafe?” you said, crossing your arms. “You can’t just drag me away like that.”

He turned to face you, his blue eyes blazing with barely restrained anger. “What the fuck was that?”

“What was what?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“Don’t play dumb,” he snapped, stepping closer. “You and JJ. Laughing, touching, acting like he has a fucking chance with you.”

Your heart raced at the possessiveness in his voice, but you weren’t about to let him get away with it. “Last I checked, I can talk to whoever I want.”

Rafe let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?” you challenged, taking a step forward. “That you’re jealous? Because that’s not my problem, Rafe.”

In a flash, he had you backed against the side of the Jeep, his hands braced on either side of your head. His body loomed over yours, his breath hot against your skin.

“It is your problem,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Because you’re mine.”

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, you were at a loss for words. The intensity in his eyes, the way his body pressed against yours, it was overwhelming.

“Rafe…” you started, but he cut you off.

“No,” he growled, his lips brushing against your ear. “You don’t get to act like this doesn’t mean anything. Like I don’t mean anything.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, but you weren’t ready to let him off the hook. “If you want me, Rafe, then prove it. Stop playing games.”

Something in his expression shifted, and before you could say another word, his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was hard and demanding, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you flush against him.

You moaned into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss. His body pressed you harder against the Jeep, the metal cool against your back as his heat consumed you.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he muttered against your lips, his hands sliding down to your thighs. With a swift motion, he lifted you onto the hood of the Jeep, stepping between your legs.

Your dress rode up as his hands roamed over your thighs, his lips leaving a trail of fire along your jaw and down your neck. You gasped as his teeth grazed your skin, his tongue soothing the spot immediately after.

“Rafe,” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper.

“I got you baby, yeah?” he demanded, his voice rough as his hands gripped your hips.

“Rafe,” you repeated, and the way his name rolled off your tongue seemed to snap the last thread of his control.

His lips were back on yours, his hands tugging at your dress until it was bunched around your waist. His fingers trailed up your thighs, teasing, testing your patience.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction as his fingers slipped beneath the thin fabric of your underwear.

“Please,” you whispered, your hips bucking against his hand.

Rafe smirked, leaning in to nip at your bottom lip. “Patience, baby.”

But he didn’t make you wait long. His fingers moved with expert precision, drawing moans from your lips as he watched you unravel beneath him. When he finally pushed inside you, it was with a low groan, his forehead resting against yours as he filled you completely.

“You’re mine,” he said again, his voice rough as he began to move.

And in that moment, there was no denying it. You were his, just as much as he was yours.

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 @nicholaschavezslut69

[citrustan]

dating girl (jjk) #2.1

pairing: jungkook x reader (hoseok x reader too kinda)

summary: you try to convince yourself that you're really okay with 'casually dating' your crush.

genre & note: college au, fwb kinda thing but more than that ygm? angst! again hehe and uhh this is a follow-up, here's the original drabble.

Jung Hoseok's a nice guy. He's beautiful and intelligent. A dancer. The kindest man you've ever met.

He's the kind of guy who holds the elevator door for you even when he's running late. The kind who offers you his charger even when his phone's lower on battery because you're a woman who needs a functioning device more than he does, just in case. He's the one everyone secretly craves.

The Halloween costume party was today.

You agreed to go with Hoseok the day after you saw Jungkook with the leggy blonde. When he never bothered to respond to your previous messages, you figured it was for the better.

Hoseok briefly met your mother when she hand delivered your costume. He loved your matching outfit idea but arranged for his own.

The entire time she was there, your mother kept making eyes at the two of you. She saw the way he cared for you; how he sliced your apples and made you cinnamon toast.

Every time he left the room, your mother squealed and slapped your arm in excitement.

You think that was her way of trying to get you excited about Hobi.

Hoseok is the one you want to want. But your mind always wanders back to that other man. The same man who ghosted you for a week.

Hoseok may buy you apples and slice them for you, but Jungkook peels them. Hoseok makes toast but Jungkook bakes fresh bread.

It's not a fair comparison, not at all. But you're smitten with the man.

Jungkook just... does these things. When you're together, it's fireworks and blooming flowers. The chemistry you and Jungkook have is unmatched. And he knows it.

Perhaps that's what scares him so much?

At the last minute, you decide to add some rhinestones on the bridge of your nose to make yourself look more ethereal and sprinkle some glitter on your bare arms and legs. (_____ from the following morning says she hates you btw.)

If it weren't for your glitter-dusted tooth-stick and your diamond and tooth-encrusted tiara, you'd look like an angel. You're pretty pleased with your execution though.

Hoseok told you he'd meet you at the party directly because he ran into some stuff that needed to be handled last minute. Which was alright because the venue was a ten-minute walk from your place.

Your wings were perked, your mini skirt poofed, and your lips glossy.

The skin-tight lace top was a good idea because it let your skin breathe, you definitely would not run hot in this outfit.

You stuck a few bills in your garter. There was space for your phone too for when you're at the party.

As much as you'd have liked to have the sexiest, highest heels on, you weren't built for it. Kitten heels were more your style anyway.

On your way to the hall, you had come across plenty of other partygoers: Light & Misa, Cinderella, a hospital patient with an open gown, a termite? All very creative. You almost felt basic.

You scan the area for Hoseok.

Finally spotting him not too far from the velvet ropes, you scurry over to him. He waves with both hands like he’s genuinely relieved to see you.

“Wow,” he says as you approach, taking in your cute outfit and wings. “The tooth fairy herself. I feel honoured.”

You laugh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “And you’re the dentist who makes it rain teeth. Nice stethoscope, it looks... real.” You didn't think dentists used them.

Hoseok smiles, holding it up like a prize, "Yeah, it's my roommates'. He let me borrow it for a night. Says I owe him candy now."

"Hm. Shouldn't you be warning him against that?"

"Huh... I guess I do." He chuckled.

You wave your tooth wand at him and wink.

You lift your skirt a little to access your little garter purse and tuck your phone in it. Hoseok looks away to give you your privacy.

"All done." You shyly smile. You take a second to fix your skirt.

The two of you linger outside for a moment longer, watching as groups of people filter into the hall.

Hoseok turns to you, “You ready?”

You nod, and he offers you his arm to hold onto.

Hoseok prepaid for your tickets so you could skip the queue.

Linking your arm with his, you walk inside together.

The venue is already overwhelmingly loud and the decorations are over the top.

As usual, the student body had outdone themselves. They probably bought out all the tinsel in the neighbouring cities.

"Woah." You hear Hoseok exclaim softly. You hum in agreement.

Almost instantly, you find yourself scanning the crowd before you even realise what you’re doing.

And then your eyes fall on him.

He’s standing by one of the drink tables, dressed in black leather pants with buckles on them and a leather jacket that went with it.

What's he even supposed to be?

And then you see it. The same leggy blonde from the cafe.

She clips something on his hair--- devil horns. Of course. That definitely suits him. His hair is styled messily, the way you’ve always thought suited him best, and a faint dusting of glitter catches the light every time he moves.

You realize, too late, that you’ve been staring.

“You okay?” Hoseok's voice cuts through the fog in your mind. He’s still smiling, but there’s a flicker of concern in his eyes.

“Yeah,” you say quickly, tearing your gaze away from Jungkook. “Just... taking it all in.”

Hoseok's not completely oblivious. He knows about you and Jungkook. You've been very transparent with him.

He doesn’t press, instead guiding you toward the drinks table.

You smile softly at him. You can't help but feel a pang of guilt because Hoseok deserved your full attention tonight.

He deserves someone who isn’t busy looking for someone else.

But before you can dwell on it, Jungkook notices you. His dark eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, everything else fades almost cinematically; the music, the lights, the people, even Hoseok's and the blonde's presence.

His gaze flickers briefly to Hoseok, and something unreadable passes over his face. Then he smirks, before turning back to the girl beside him.

Your stomach twists. What the hell?

You felt lightheaded and frail.

A simple GLANCE does this to you?

You were paper, you'd have folded in a second. You felt weak and pathetic all over again.

You're so beautiful tonight, you don't deserve to go through this tiring cycle again.

Hoseok hands you a fruity looking drink, “Here." His warm smile comforts you, "Non-alcoholic, just in case the tooth fairy needs to fly home later.”

You force out a little snicker, "Thank you, Hobi."

You clink your glass against his, doing your best to ignore Jungkook on the other side of the table.

You’ve made your choice tonight. And it’s not Jungkook.

At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself.

Jungkook was beating himself up internally.

Was it really worth it to procrastinate on responding to your text? You look so lovely tonight and it sucks that it's all for someone else.

He could see you made an effort to dress for the theme, unlike himself who slapped on the only somewhat dressy clothing he had. It was either this or a groom. And he'd rather not give Yeona any ideas.

By the stealthy glances he threw your way, Jungkook figured that Hoseok wanted to take you to the dance floor.

"I see Hobi. Let's say hi?" He asks his date. Yeona doesn't have a chance to agree because he's already grabbing her hand and tugging her with him.

Before Hoseok could whisk you away, Jungkook swiftly approached you two.

The first thing you notice is the blonde holding onto him.

"Hoseok hyung, I didn't think I'd see you here!"

"Ahh, JK, how's it going?" He gave him a side hug.

"Great." Jungkook smiles back. Then looks at you, "Hey."

It’s casual, like he’s just bumped into you in class, not walked up to you at a party with another woman on his arm. You nod in response.

Yeona’s gaze flickers to your costume, her face polite but confused. “Oh... are you supposed to be an angel?”

You blink, caught off guard.

Before you can answer, Hoseok steps in, voice light and cheerful, “Not quite. She’s the tooth fairy. I’m her dentist.” He gestures to his stethoscope like it’s his badge of honour.

“Oh,” Yeona says, a little sheepishly. “That’s cute.”

Well, yeah! It was cute. Unlike whatever they were.

And what even were they?

Jungkook bad stupid devil horns and Yeona adorned a floor-length, red gown. She looked regal.

You tilt your head, narrowing your eyes slightly, “And you two are...?”

Jungkook answers this time, “Hades and Persephone.” His tone was pointed.

You stare at them for a moment, taking in the obviousness of it all. Of course. He's Hades incarnate alright.

Then you let out a dry, unimpressed, “Huh. Groundbreaking.”

Jungkook’s eyes snap to yours with something sharp flickering across them, like you’ve just crossed a line or something. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Hoseok looks a little taken aback as well.

Ok, you did not mean to sound so bitchy. You couldn't help it.

You shrug, feigning innocence, “Nothing!" But then demon _____ arises, "Just... not very original, is it?”

Yeona glances between the two of you, clearly picking up on the tension but unsure of what to do with it. “It’s a classic,” she says quietly, her voice kind but hesitant.

You smile slightly. “Sure,” you reply, your tone bordering on dismissive. “If you like classics.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightens just slightly, “Wow. Is the attitude part of the costume or is that just for me?"

Hoseok clears his throat beside you, sensing the shift in energy, but you ignore him.

Your eyes stay on Jungkook, challenging. “Didn’t realize you knew what an attitude looked like."

Subtle, _____.

You refuse to backtrack, "I wasn't trying to be rude. I guess I was just never a fan of the whole... king of darkness look.”

He smirks, though there’s no humour in it. “Could’ve fooled me. You’ve been staring since you walked in."

.

.

Oh, my God. JERK.

You wish you could punch him in the face.

Your cheeks heat, but you refuse to look away. Your tone falters a little though, “D-don't flatter yourself.”

Jungkook knew he had you then.

Yeona shifts uncomfortably, her hand tugging lightly on Jungkook’s arm. “Jungkook, we should-” - “Yeah,” he cuts her off, still looking at you, “We should.”

There’s a pause. He lingers, staring you down, like he’s waiting for you to say something--- anything. You don’t.

You just hold your ground, fingers tightening around your cup.

“See you around,” Jungkook mutters finally, allowing Yeona to pull him away. She gives you a little scowl before whisking him away. You deserve that.

You're too embarrassed to even look at your date now. He has probably changed his mind about you now that he's seen you and Jungkook in full action.

You just watch them go, feeling Hoseok’s eyes on you as the crowd swallows them up.

After a beat, he speaks cautiously, “So... you really don’t like Hades and Persephone, huh?”

You let out a shaky breath, yet again forcing another small smile, “Guess I’m more of a tooth fairy kind of girl.”

That didn't even make sense but it was ok. Hoseok didn't push any further. Because HE is an angel.

Hoseok laughs softly, draping his arm around your shoulder, “Come on, fairy. Let’s get you another drink before you start a fight with anyone else.” You nod.

You down the drink he hands you in seconds and shake your head. Ok. Everything's fine.

Hoseok spots another friend of his and allows you a minute by yourself to re-centre.

The music shifts to something slower when Hoseok makes his way back to you. He steps closer, offering a hand, “Dance with me? Forget about it for a while.”

You look at his outstretched hand and take it without any consideration. If Jungkook is able to do this, you must be too.

Hoseok leads you, past many swaying couples, to the middle of the dance floor.

After a minute of awkwardness, you fall into a rhythm, holding onto his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He was warm and you felt wanted. You lay your cheek on his chest and sway with him.

Yet again, your thoughts wander to Jungkook. You keep remembering the way he looked at you. He was so focused on you. That couldn't have been your imagination. He was such a dick though.

How could he just talk to you as if he hasn't ignored you for a week? Your brows furrow unknowingly.

Like clockwork, your eyes find Jungkook and his date. It's like a knife in your chest.

You're fucking jealous. He's holding her close and they're gazing into each other's eyes. This isn't a fucking wedding. What are they doing?

You can't stand them. They're actually just obnoxious at this point.

He's whispering things to her. You don't ever want to know what.

She has her arms placed around his neck; an action you unintentionally follow with Hoseok.

Speaking of Hoseok--- “Hey,” Hoseok says, leaning down a little so you can hear him over the music. “You’re not still thinking about him, are you?”

You blink, startled, and pull back just enough to meet his eyes. “What?”

He grins, his eyes twinkling with mischief, “I can tell. You’ve been quieter than usual. He’s not worth it, you know.”

Your lips twitch, “Who? Jungkook?”

His smile widens, “Yeah. I mean, you could do better honestly.”

Hoseok's the best date ever. If you were in his shoes, you'd have left.

"I'm not..." You trail off. "Sorry. This must be the worst date ever for you."

When he didn't refute, you felt worse. "Hobi, I'm so sorry."

"Hey, I knew what I was getting into." He rubs your back. "Listen. If this is too much for you, maybe we should..." He trails off. Hoseok didn't really have a solution in mind. He looked to you for one.

You begin thinking out loud when you're interrupted by Hoseok who puts a finger up asking you to hold your thought.

You feel Hoseok’s hand slip from your waist as he pulls out his phone from his pocket.

He glances at the screen, his eyes squinting slightly before a soft sigh escapes him.

“Sorry,” he lowers the phone, “I’ve got to take care of something. My roommate just broke the new stethoscope he bought, and he wants the old one back before it gets ruined too."

"Ah. Okay. Yeah, that's fine, let's just go." You nod along.

"No, you stay. I'll just be a few minutes, alright?" He stops from walking away with him, "20 minutes tops."

"Oh, ok. Alright, I'll wait." You agree.

Hoseok gives you a little side hug before scurrying off. As he leaves he hurriedly speaks, "Thank you, _____. I won't take too long! Call me if anything happens, okay?"

You nod once again, "Okay! Don't worry about me."

While you know that Hoseok didn't actually leave you, you still feel lonely.

What you don't realise is how Jungkook has been keeping track of your every move.

note: it was way too long for me, so i'll divide it into two parts. please, please, please lmk what ou think of this!

[lale-txt]

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 (𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) ❦ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫

♫ Beckah Amani - High on Loving You (Talk)

We don't have to end Love you till we spent Love you till we got nothing else left

⭅ back to m.list

Somewhere in the distance, the sea is crashing against the shore. It’s still pouring, a warm summer rain in the midst of the night. Osamu finds her outside on the veranda. 

While he had locked himself in the bathroom, texting his friends in despair and having a revelation over how desperately he needed to kiss her or else he’ll go insane, she must have taken her notebook and retreated somewhere else. There was something cat-like about her, how she always seemed to slip away from him without ever straying too far. 

She’s sitting cross-legged on a beach towel, one they bought together in a small shop in Tokyo before they left for Okinawa, blissfully unaware that they wouldn’t get a chance to hang out at the beach like they imagined. It’s whatever. They still had fun–everything is fun when they’re together, even mundane things like getting groceries and brushing teeth side by side.

Osamu looks at her and thinks that he’s never been more in love.

The feeling is all-consuming; it rattles his bones and makes his head spin, like having a fever whenever he is in her proximity. It’s taking him apart from the inside, making space for her, somewhere she can lay her heart down when it gets too heavy. 

Judging from the small frown on her face, she is currently brooding over some recipe she came up with, or thinking how they could possibly try three different places to eat before they had to leave for the airport in the morning.

She glances over her shoulder and her face lights up when she notices him lingering there in the doorframe. It’s enough to make him falter. She closes her notebook and puts it aside, patting the empty spot beside her, and Osamu doesn’t hesitate and lets himself be drawn to her. When he sits down, her head falls against his shoulder like it always does these days, and his arm instinctively wraps around her middle, pulling her a little closer to him.

It’s bliss and it’s torture. 

“Can’t believe it’s our last night together,” she murmurs and the sadness in her voice is killing him on the inside. He should kiss it all away, he thinks. He could. Instead he tightens his grip around her, his fingers brushing over her side, grazing a sliver of skin where her shirt rucked up.

“Don’t say that,” he mumbles back, his chin resting on top of her head, “maybe I’ll just take you back to Osaka with me. Then we don’t have to be apart. Like, ever.”

Hearing her quiet laugh, he hums a little and wishes there was a way to freeze time. He’d be content just staying like this; with her in his arms and the quiet knowledge that they’re in love with each other. It should be enough. Except that it isn’t, and every atom of his body is aching to be with her.

She pulls slightly away from him to look him in the eyes, one of her hands coming up to his face and brushing a few strands of hair back before the hand settles in the nape of his neck, fingertips dancing across the sensitive skin there. 

“Your hair has gotten long,” she points out.

“I guess? Didn’t have time to take care of it before I left. Too busy working, and when I’m not working I’m too caught up thinking about you to get anything else done,” Osamu huffs with a small grin and leans a bit closer to her. He notices the way her gaze darts to his lips, then up to his eyes again. It’s making his throat feel dry. 

He really, really wants to kiss her. 

“Oh, so it’s my fault, alright,” she laughs and covers his mouth with her free hand as if she read his mind. He notices the slight tremble of her fingers but doesn’t comment on it. “I’ll cut it for you then. Easy.”

She lets him peel her hand away from his lips, a small kiss brushed against the palm of it before he looks up to her again. He keeps her hand in his, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “Have you ever cut hair before?” 

“I’ve been cutting Makki’s, with the same craft scissors ever since middle school,” she replies and laughs again when a long silence falls between them, Osamu’s expression something between amusement and resignation as he ponders on that information. 

“That’s like, the opposite of convincing and reassuring, but sure, let’s do it,” he says and rises to his feet, not letting go of her hand when he helps her up. It’s late and they should probably try and find some sleep but it feels impossible with all the unspoken words hanging in the air between them.

They move over to the bathroom and Osamu takes his shirt off, trying to be nonchalant about it but failing terribly when he catches her gaze in the mirror. She looks at him and he can see the uncertainty in her eyes, the silent questions, the longing. The hunger too. He wordlessly hands her the hair trimmer because it’s easier than letting the words clawing in the back of his throat out. She sits down on the edge of the bathtub and he settles on the bathroom floor between her legs, his back facing her.

It tickles, the way her fingers brush over the nape of his neck and his ears, gently tilting his head from side to side, up and down too, paired with the soft buzzing of the hair trimmer. Osamu thinks that he could get used to this; this odd domestic feeling blooming in his chest and her hands tangled in his hair. 

“Tokyo will be lonely without you,” she says quietly, then clicks her tongue a little when his head whips around to look at her. She grabs it to tilt it in the right position again and Osamu snickers.

“I’ll be around a lot more often if I get the deal for the shop,” he reassures her, and maybe himself too. He also thought about this a lot. “No getting rid of me that easily.”

She hums and shaves off a small part in the back of his neck, her fingers still gripping his hair to make sure he stays still. It’s by no means painful and Osamu can tell by the long pauses between her sentences that she’s focused, her thoughts hanging somewhere he can’t reach. She gets like this often and he wishes he could get a glimpse of everything going on in her head at times like these. 

“I want to visit you in Osaka as well,” she admits, brushing bits of hair off his shoulders. “But I don’t have an upcoming job there in the near future.”

“You don’t need an occasion to visit me, y’know? Just wanting to see me can be enough.”

Osamu’s voice is quieter now, softer. He’s slowly melting under her touch and once again he wonders if this is heaven or hell. Her fingertips on his skin leave little fires everywhere. She stills, turning off the hair trimmer and setting it aside on the edge of the bathtub. Her hands linger in his hair a little longer before they settle on his broad shoulders.

“Okay. Yeah. That’s good. Because I really wanna see you,” she mutters and leans in a little closer, till her head comes to rest against his back. She sighs deeply and Osamu wants nothing more but to take her into his arms, but he senses that this is not the time, not yet. Not with all the things unsaid between them. So he sits perfectly still with his heart rattling against his ribcage and his hands remembering the shape of her, so close and yet so far away. 

She whispers his name and everything inside of him crumbles. 

He wants to turn around and see her, really see her, but he feels her silent pleading, the tremble of her hands, her shallow breath against his bare skin, and he knows that he can’t. He can’t. She’d slip through his fingers again like a ghost, leaving him with barely an echo. Maybe he has to learn to love her from afar. 

Or so he thinks.

“I’m falling quite in love with you.” 

Fuck.

Osamu lets out a shuddered breath, slumping forwards a little. Head in his hands. Her fingers trace down his spine, leaving a trail of heat where she touches him; like she’s lightning lampions inside his entire being. Letting the light in. It’s what she’s good at.

“And I’m scared–so, so scared–of admitting this,” she murmurs, and Osamu hears the slight tremble in her voice. “Scared of messing this up. Scared to wake up and see you gone. Just… terrified, really.”

Her arms wrap around him from behind, and Osamu’s hands fall from his face up to her wrists, holding onto her as if he was afraid she’d disappear again. Fingertips grazing over her pulse points, appreciating the warmth she radiates. She covers his eyes with her hands and leans forward, till her lips are close to his ear, her breath hot and heavy against his skin before she whispers.

“I don’t know how to love without fear but you make me want to try it anyway.” 

Osamu swallows. Hard.

His throat feels dry, and he thinks that all this time, she has always been the braver one. 

The one who let him see who she is and where she comes from so unabashedly. The one who held her crown up high when everything inside of her was falling apart. The one who allowed this romance to bloom between them despite everything. 

She’s been there the whole time, asking to be loved. Sometimes hidden, sometimes cowering, sometimes masked to protect the tenderness of her heart; but always there. All he had to do was see her, recognize her and the love she was cradling in her hands, dripping from between her fingers, all spilled out. 

He doesn’t mind the mess.

Osamu reaches for her, and this time she doesn’t push him away but follows his pull, till she’s straddling his lap on the bathroom floor and takes his breath away with the way she looks back at him. Pleading eyes, silently begging for something only he can give her. With one hand on her thigh, the other cupping her cheek, Osamu drinks her in. Like an angel, he thinks. Mine. 

“I’m going to kiss you,” he announces, his voice is a little hoarse and her lips crack into a smile. One side of her face is nuzzled into his palm before his hand slides down her neck, back to the nape of it, pulling her closer till there’s merely an inch left between them. 

“Yeah, as promised,” she mutters, glancing at him through long fluttering lashes. She’s still smiling and it’s stirring a fire inside of him. God. He needs to invent a way to freeze time because he wants to live in this moment forever.

“You’re sassing me,” Osamu huffs but there’s no bite behind it. He grins as well now. “I’m about to kiss you for the first time and you’re sassing me.”

She laughs softly and Osamu thinks that he wants to hear the sound of that forever, till the end of time. He wants to be the reason for it, too. 

Osamu swallows the rest of her laughter when he closes the distance between their lips, kissing her with a gentleness only she could draw out of him. His heart hammers in his chest and every trail of thought he had until now dies down to a calm buzzing inside of him. Nothing matters but the girl in his lap, and her lips against his, and her ring size because surely he’s gonna make her his wife one day. There’s no doubt about that.

Her hands rest against his hips and the longer the kiss lasts, the more the tremble of them dies down and turns into something more cheeky as they trail up and down his side, thumbs drawing small circles against his hip bones. Osamu inhales sharply and pulls her closer, earning himself a small bite against his bottom lip when his hand on her thigh digs a little harder into her skin. He lets out a small husky laugh against her lips, before she’s kissing him again, an urgency behind it that only Osamu knows how to satiate.

Her lips part for him so willingly and it unravels something inside of Osamu.

“I’ve long fallen for you, y’know,” he murmurs between kisses, his hand tangled in her hair, tugging on it slightly to make sure she’s looking back at him. “Deeply, irrevocably, madly fallen for you.”

He was a fool for not kissing her sooner. He’ll make up for it plenty. After all, she’s the one who engraved her name into his entire being. His forehead rests against hers and he lets go of her thigh to take one of her hands, putting it over his heart. Letting her feel how it’s drumming her name, how it beats just for her in the soft, steady rhythm of his love.

“Be mine, will you?” “All yours. Always yours.”

•┈••✦ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

so that happened

i waited half a year to write this scene and i know some of you waited half a year to read this so i hope i did you guys justice. thank you for reading soft launch. i feel like i don't say that often enough

miya kissers... yeah.

Omi took his job of shutting Atsumu up very seriously (5 dead, 37 injured, more details at 8)

y/n took the chance and texted Omi when Osamu went out to buy some 2am ice cream for them

he wore a cap because cutting hair is NOT y/n's strong suit

y/n is stronger than me because if Osamu was shirtless in my proximity i would've climbed this man like a cat tree

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[kitnjon]

Do you have any modern au fic recommendations where Jon and Sansa meet again after breaking up? Preferably nothing that includes infertility (those were the only ones I could find)

Yes!!! Some fics set after their breakup/divorce:

halcyon by @wandering-scavenger

“Is that a lightsaber?” Margaery asked Robb, attention fully on him as she reached out to touch the hilt strapped to his waist. If Theon’s hopes of hooking up with her hadn’t already flown out the window, it certainly did now. Robb cleared his throat, careful to maintain eye contact instead of staring at her breasts like the rest of the guys that walked past them to stop and stare. “Erm. Yeah. I borrowed it from my brother, Bran.” he managed to say, removing it from his belt to let Sansa’s friend hold it herself. The heiress weighed it in her hand and twisted it around like a baton before finally switching it on; the saber made its distinctive hum as it extended, glowing bright blue under the club’s red lights. “It’s bigger than I expected.” she remarked, tilting her head innocently. Jon choked on his drink then, his laughing eyes meeting Sansa’s own in a moment of shared understanding. She couldn’t count how many times they had shared that look with one another before she ruined things. Before he stopped being hers.

2. red lights mean you're leaving by @cellsshapedlikestars

"Did you need something?” he asks when she doesn't speak, and it feels like a slap in the face, though she knows it shouldn't. She showed up at his door with no warning, after five years of silence. He has every reason to be skeptical. “Your help, actually,”

3. You tend the ash, and I’ll tend the pine by @eruherdiriel

“Are we really never gonna talk about it?” Arya snaps. “We’re all gonna pretend everything is normal and happy when Sansa just got divorced?” “Statistically, it is normal,” Bran says. “The divorce rate is something like—” “It’s not normal! Not for this family, and not for Sansa. True love, forever and always, that’s Sansa.” “Jon isn’t the person she married,” Catelyn chides. “Not anymore.” — Sansa and Jon get divorced, but fully untangling their lives is impossible.

4. snow angels by @kingsansa

He finds, as the hairs on the back of his neck rise, as his heart completely fucking nosedives, that her voice is lower than he remembers, but unmistakable all of the same. Sansa Stark stands in the hallway of his shitty, hole-in-the-wall, egregiously outdated bar; unmistakable.

5. in good faith by @kingsansa

Her hand is a dancer on his back: light, graceful, and bold. “Mr. Targaryen.” She’s always been soft spoken, just a tiny hairbreadth away from shy, words inflected with a polite sort of girlish tentativeness. It isn’t, anymore. Jon doesn’t want to turn around. He doesn’t want to see what else has changed about her. “Miss Stark.” It feels wrong for them to refer to each other so formally. He doesn’t know why. They’re little more than strangers now if they had ever been anything else.

6. frozen pines by @cellsshapedlikestars

It hits Jon, then - the sharp smell of ozone. A scent that years ago, he’d become all too familiar with. The aftermath of a lightning strike, the burning of wires. Electricity heavy in the air. The hair on his arms still stands on end. The scar on his hand feels tight. His heart is still pounding. It’s just a storm coming, he tells himself. He’s in White Harbor, not Eastwatch. It’s just a storm. or, the Exclusion Zone spreads for the first time in almost fifty years, with Sansa trapped inside. Jon will do whatever it takes to get her out.

7. Beans series by @justadram

Jon and Sansa never seem to be on the same page about their relationship.

8. Hammerfall by @kittykatknits

Jon and Sansa are busy with their lives in Winterfell and White Harbor, unaware of the danger that would soon be upon them. Then, one day, Jon's friend Sam issues a terrible warning, leading him and his best friend, Robb to begin quietly making plans. As the day of Hammerfall grows closer, they are left with one problem, Sansa refuses to come home. With time running out, Jon goes to rescue Sansa before it is too late. In the horror that follows, Jon and Sansa realize that surviving Hammerfall was the easy part. It's the day after when the real work begins.

9. and now i see daylight by @theshipshipper

Sansa Stark is among the most notable celebrities in Westerosi mainstream cinema. When an ex-boyfriend smears her reputation with lies and deceit, she finds herself back in Winterfell and in the arms of her former lover, Jon Snow.

10. baby, it's you by @kit-kat21

“Sansa, please,” Jon had pled with her, grasping her hands. “I’ll tell Robb. I promise you.”

Sansa had shaken her head, pulling her hands from his and cursing the tears that had insisted on building up in her eyes despite her best efforts. “You won’t.” She said it in a whisper, but her words were strong. “I know that now.”

***

Sansa has only been in love one time during her life, but that's in the past and now, she's trying to start over - getting over a relationship that left her broken on the inside and out while trying to give her young son the best life possible. She doesn't have time to dwell on Jon Snow and pine after him. She's been over him for years now. Completely over him.

[sugahbunni]

professor!sunghoon notices you on the first day of the semester. you were definitely more dolled up than the rest of your peers. with ribbons in your hair, sparkly makeup and a slightly too short skirt.

professor!sunghoon thinks your name perfectly rolls off his tongue as he calls attendance. you look at him with big ol’ eyes and he grins, “yeah i bet shes a good fuck” he thinks to himself.

professor!sunghoon who is surprised when you come up to him as class ends to introduce yourself. “hi professor, i’m yn ln, i’ve been wanting to take your course since last year. i’m so excited to take this course and to finally meet you!”. sunghoon adjusts his glasses and smiles softly. “nice to meet you as well, please let me know if i can help you with anything”.

professor!sunghoon who realizes you changed your seating spot to the very front where his desk is. has he charmed you or do you just really need to know literature that bad?

professor!sunghoon who is once again surprised when you come to his aid during class .. a couple times. are you a bit slow or do you just wanna talk to him? he doesn’t mind as he examines your face while you read through your paper. he notices your plush lips, your glistening eyes and smooth skin. he coughs a bit to get your attention, even though he’s sitting right beside you. you look straight at him and he swears his pants tightened. “professor can i see you after class tomorrow for more help? i need to go to work now”. “yes of course yn, im here for whenever you need me”. you smile and pack your things, saying goodbye as you skip out of classroom.

”shit, shes gonna be a problem”.

professor!sunghoon who grades your first paper and gives you an easy A+. he sees you beam with joy as you show your friend your grade letter. he smiles to himself, knowing if he can make you this happy as your professor, he can make you happy as someone more.

professor!sunghoon who tries to make subtle moves on you but tries not to make it too obvious. a simple hand on your shoulder, nudging you and praising you is all he can do until he really pushes it. “thank you for the help today, it really helped!” you exclaimed, placing your hand upon his. sunghoons first instinct is to pull away but he knows this is his turn to push boundaries. “of course, i love to help my students,especially if they are as lovely as you are”. sunghoon watches your cheeks turn hot as you say “oh, thank you professor. i think you’re lovely as well”. sunghoon tilts his head at your comment, grinning at you. he notices you’re leaning closer and decides well fuck it. he comes in closer and plants a soft kiss on your lips. you jump back, staring at him in shock. “professor isnt this wrong?-“, “but you liked it, didn’t you?” he asks in a gentle voice. you blink slowly, nodding.

“let me take care of you, hm?".

[vampirewritesvampirewrongs]

Heavy in Your Arms

With a laugh, he pulled away the blanket and dropped it on the floor. “What an insolent little thing you are. Is another etiquette lesson in order?” He reached for your hands as you scrambled to the foot of the bed, just out of his reach.

You considered turning him down, telling him you needed sleep. But the delight of indulging him, the rush of adrenaline and endorphins flooded your nervous system before you could say anything so rational. After all, your love for him was anything but.

You awake from a nightmare and find yourself comforted by your lover Astarion, who resolves to fuck the sadness right out of you.

Rating: 18+/Explicit Contains: m/f, spawn Astarion, blood drinking, fingering, oral sex, reader is a bit of a brat, briefest allusions to traumas that are never directly addressed or named, enthusiastic consent. Word Count: 2.6k

Author's Note: I typically will not post regular fanfiction here, but sometimes you become enamored with a character and you must find ways to get it out of your system. You do not need to have played Baldur's Gate 3 to know what's going on. This was just an excuse to write filth.

You hadn’t meant to flinch when he touched you.

“What happened, darling?” Astarion withdrew his hand, the lines around his garnet eyes creasing with sudden anxiety.

You shivered and pulled the blanket tighter around yourself. How do you explain something that hadn’t been a problem before? That a single nightmare was enough to make you recoil from your lover’s familiar touch?

A shrug. “I don’t know.”

“You really are a terrible liar, you know.”

“Only to you.” Damn vampire and his heightened senses.

“Maybe so…” He reached over to take your hand in his, but kept his distance on the edge of the bed. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Something warm and wet rolled down your cheek. You wiped it away. “We’ve talked before about our histories, and… I had a nightmare and remembered some things.” You chose your words carefully- not for his sake, but your own. “Things I haven’t wanted to remember.”

Anyone who knew him less wouldn’t have noticed the slight fall of his shoulders. The adoration, the fear, the protectiveness behind his eyes. He gestured to the space between you on the bed. “May I?”

You nodded, leaning into him when he was close enough. Grounding yourself in the cold of his soft, bare skin against the heat of your own, the rise and fall of his chest with every habitual, unneeded breath.

Astarion wrapped both arms around you and pressed the side of his face into your hair. "Would you like to tell me more about it?"

“Not right now.”

“Then there is no need.” His grip on your shoulder tightened. He had told you once that your history scared him- not more than his own, but differently- because it was the one thing he could never protect you from. You felt that fear and desire from him in his embrace now, as if it was the very thing that could fend off the nightmares. If only it were that simple…

You sighed. “Thank you.”

“Whatever for, darling?”

“Being here.” You could almost hear his eyes roll. “Being your usual handsome self.”

“My dear, there is hardly any point in thanking me. Besides,” he said, brushing your hair away from your neck to kiss the two small scars there, “what sort of vampire would I be if I didn’t take proper care of my little treat?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Probably a very normal one.”

Astarion withdrew, scoffing and placing his hand on his chest in mock disgust. “A normal vampire? Why, I could never.” He kissed the scars on your neck again. “You are… too delectable, too sweet a thing to allow to suffer so needlessly.”

“Aww, you really do love me.”

“I more than love you, darling,” he said, his tone turning serious as he raised his head to meet your eyes. “Being here for you is worth the trouble.” He returned his head to the space between your neck and shoulders, nuzzling into the warmth of your pulse point.

Your fingers absentmindedly teased through Astarion’s soft white curls. How could a thing as broken as you be worthwhile to him? The darkness of your history paled in comparison to his own, but didn’t that mean he deserved someone less broken? Someone stronger? Wouldn't that be better for him? Then why should he bother with you anyway?

His cold lips found yours, shocking you out of your panicking spiral. Godsdamnedvampireandhisheightenedsenses.“Whatever you are thinking, darling, I’m right here. And I am not going anywhere.”

“…why?” you whispered, the air from your lungs forming a terrifying question.

“Why?” he repeated softly. “I will admit, my own motivation is far from being altruistic. Being away from you for any length of time, even a moment, terrifies me.”

“Really?”

“Really. Terribly so.” He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it. “Your presence is warm, safe, comforting—”

“Even now?”

His eyes softened in recognition of the insecurity that was not unknown to him. “Ah, is that where your mind was? Yes, even now."

“Right now, it feels like you could do better.”

“Oh come now, darling, would you let me get away with saying such a dreadful thing?”

You groaned, leaning back into your pillows and dragging him down with you. “No.”

“Then I won’t let you, either.” He tilted your head up to face him, so close that his lips ghosted over yours as he murmured, “I love you. I want you. No one else.”

Your fingers tangled into his hair as you pulled him into a kiss. “I love you, too.”

He smiled. “Good! I’m glad to hear it. Otherwise, all this would have been unbearably awkward.”

You tossed your blanket over his head. “Shut up.”

With a laugh, he pulled away the blanket and dropped it on the floor. “What an insolent little thing you are. Is another etiquette lesson in order?” He reached for your hands as you scrambled to the foot of the bed, just out of his reach.

You considered turning him down, telling him you needed sleep. But the delight of indulging him, the rush of adrenaline and endorphins flooded your nervous system before you could say anything so rational. After all, your love for him was anything but.

“And just what do I need to learn this time?” you teased, easing off the bed and backing away.

His expression darkened, bright garnet irises turning seemingly black as he exposed his fangs with an affectionate, predatory grin. He crouched forward with the slow, easy bearing of a cat. “Playing innocent, love?”

“No, because I’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. At all.”

A rush of air. You found yourself caged against the wall by his slender frame.

“You denied me the opportunity to lavish you with all the adoration you deserve. Now what do we say, darling?”

“What does a wrong answer get me?”

“Hmm…” He planted kisses along the side of your neck, stopping at the twin scars there. “I suppose I’ll have to drain you of your blood and keep you in my bed, all to myself, until you recover.”

“And the right answer?” Your voice shook with anticipation.

“Perhaps draining you of your blood and keeping you in my bed all to myself until you recover. Quite the conundrum, I’m sure.”

“Then I’m not sorry,” you breathed, your heart racing.

“Perilous mistake,” he murmured into your skin. He effortlessly lifted you into is arms and whisked you away back to bed, lightly shoving you down on your back. He straddled your hips and pinned your arms to either side of your head as you made a half-hearted attempt to break free of his iron grip. His face was directly above you, darkened crimson eyes staring into yours. “One last chance, my dear. What do we say?”

A light smirk danced across your face. “I am so very sorry, Astarion.”

“There’s my good girl.” He leaned down, placing one final kiss on your neck before drawing your flesh between his teeth and piercing his fangs into your skin.

You gave small cry as the familiar, icy chill of his bite sent a shiver down your spine. With his weight on top of you, it was as if his body had melted into yours. The bite effloresced into a delightful warmth that spread throughout your body and pooled within your core, intensifying with the loss of every mouthful of blood. Astarion was insatiable, particularly when it came to your own blood. But you? You could never get enough of this. That tingling lightheadedness, that delicious ache building within you. Your hips involuntarily rolled into his and his hands flew down to hold you still.

“Careful, darling,” he warned, a playful edge to his voice.

“I need you,” you whined.

“Oh, you poor thing.” He licked away the stray drops of blood from the wound at your neck. “Just a little more, hmm? You can do that for me.”

“So that you can keep me to yourself while I recover?”

“Precisely.” His hand wandered beneath your nightgown, tracing your soft curves. “Or have you forgotten that you’re all mine?”

You gasped. “N-no.”

His fingers trailed down between your legs and stopped short of where you needed him. “Say it.”

You shuddered against him. “I’m all yours, Astarion. Please.”

“All mine.” He returned to drinking from your neck as his fingers delicately followed along the soft folds of your soaking cunt. You whimpered in response, delirious from the lack of blood and his teasing. He hummed against you, the warming vibrations resonating through your weakening, oversensitive body. Your breathing quickened- if it was the mild deprivation of oxygen or your own arousal, you couldn’t tell. All you knew was his lips on your skin and the finger he had slipped inside you that was gently coaxing at your walls.

It felt like a mere second and a whole eternity later when he tore himself away. His lips and teeth were coated in crimson. “Exquisite as always, darling. Especially when I have you so desperate for me like this.”

Another finger entered you and you moaned, rocking your hips into his thrusts. He was still somehow teasing you, his fingers lightly brushing against that sweet spot deep within you but refusing to provide the pressure and friction you so desperately needed.

“Beautiful.” He kissed you, and you caught the heavy, metallic taste of your blood on his lips- a flavor you had more than grown accustomed to, secretly enjoyed even.

“Do you think you can take another for me?” he asked, emphatically pushing his fingers deeper within you.

You whimpered something you hoped was a "yes," and nodded.

“Words, love. Use your words.”

“Fuck,” you groaned. “Please, yes.”

Astarion growled into your ear, his low voice resonating against you, “Well, I certainly can’t say no when you beg so sweetly." He placed a kiss on your cheek, then on your neck as you felt the stretch of a third finger. You forced yourself to take in a sharp breath, struggling to focus on the essential task of breathing despite him scraping his fangs down your throat and chest as you writhed beneath him. Slowly, torturously, he fucked his fingers into you. He curled them against that sweet spot and a high pitched whimper escaped your lips. Your back arched off the bed and you laced your arms around his neck to brace your trembling self against him.

“You’re doing so well, little love.” His thumb found your clit and deftly worked small circles around it in time with his fingers. “I want to see you come undone for me, and I want to hear it all. Hold nothing back - you can do that, can’t you?”

You took in a shaky breath and managed a nod.

He chuckled as he applied more pressure to your clit. That delicious, familiar ache began to burn in your lower stomach and accelerate to a flame. You clenched around his fingers, every muscle in your body tightening into a coiled spring.

“Gods, I’m close… Astarion, please, please, don’t stop…”

“Let go, I’ve got you.”

His gentle command was all you needed to fall over the edge into whatever blissful oblivion awaited you. You buried your face into his chest and screamed as your orgasm burned through you, lighting every nerve on fire to the point of oversensitivity. You felt his fingers slow along with your breathing and you moaned at their absence when they withdrew.

Astarion brought his fingers to his mouth and lasciviously licked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. “Almost as sweet as your blood.”

“… glad you think so,” you managed to answer between breaths.

“Mind if I have another taste?” He pushed your nightgown up and over your head and began planting a trail of kisses and small bites around your breasts. “Preferably from the source.”

“Is there a possibility that you’ve had enough, Star?”

“Never,” he growled into your breast with another bite. Not enough to break the skin, but enough that you could already feel the bruise that would be there in the morning. He grinned when you shuddered beneath him in response. “And something tells me that you haven’t, either.”

You smiled. “Never.”

“Wicked little thing. You’ll be the second death of me.” His lips lingered over the warmth of your beating heart before he trailed more bites and kisses across your stomach, working his way down between your thighs. Your breath hitched when he nipped at the ticklish spot right above your hip and you felt his low chuckle reverberate against you.

He settled between your legs, and a sharp pinch from his fangs to the flesh of your thigh came as a warning to keep still. He ever-so-slowly dragged his tongue along your folds, clearly reveling in how you shook and squealed beneath him and delighting in the taste of your arousal. When his tongue finally found your clit, the burn of overstimulation from the previous orgasm shocked every nerve in your body and you nearly squirmed away. The firm grip of his hands kept you in place as the burn subsided into that needy, pleasant ache. Your hands found their way down to his head and your fingers tangled themselves into his soft curls in a vain attempt to pull him closer. He merely hummed in response, diving his tongue deeper into you and his grip pressing bruises into your hips.

If Astarion could feed on the arousal dripping from your cunt alone, you knew he would and you would more than let him. He was ravenous, not even bothering to breathe, burying his face in the warmth between your thighs. He took his time between drinking in your pooling arousal and exploring your folds with his tongue, only moaning against you when he remembered to take the necessary breaths to do so.

Then, with little warning, he shifted his attention to that little bundle of nerves with a feral growl that came from deep within his chest and vibrated into your core. His eyes briefly met yours, dark with a predatory gleam. You gasped, the coil tightening within you once again. You pulled on his hair and he remained unmoved, devouring you with an intensity reserved only for your blood and these moments alone. The coil grew tighter… tighter… and shattered as you let out a wordless scream. His hands pushed you back into the mattress before your back arched above the bed and held you there, his tongue working at you through your orgasm. It was too much and not enough all at once.

You weren’t sure when he stopped, or when he laid back by your side and wrapped you snug in your blanket. He produced a scroll from the nightstand and muttered something over it. The scroll glowed and dissolved into nothing, and you felt a warmth spread through your spent and aching body. Of course he still had a stash of lesser restoration scrolls. You shivered and pulled the blanket tighter around yourself.

Astarion’s pale, lean arms wrapped around you from behind. “Take your time, but I’m not done with you yet, darling.”

“Oh?”

“Do you still remember why you were upset earlier?”

“Yes.”

“Well then, that simply will not do.” He kissed the side of your face. “I’ll not rest until I’ve fucked the reason for your sadness right out of you.”

“Then it is going to be a very long night, my love.”

He pulled you closer into his embrace. “Then I very much look forward to it.”

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the prompt: running into your main lads man (boyfriend) while you're out with your second favorite lads man (as a friend) and how they would react.

This is open for all by the way, I'll be linking the invitation and the fic.

"Is this how it's supposed to look like?" I asked Xavier who was also looking at the coffee table we are assembling.

"It looks like it." He said and I slowly turned my head at him and sighed. "Let's test this table now. Put a water bottle on the it."

He did what I asked and I only blinked for a second before the whole thing went collapsing. We both groaned in annoyance.

"We spent the whole morning doing this. Dang it. I'm hungry." Xavier nodded and grabbed his wallet along with my hand.

"Yeah, we should definitely eat something now. What time is it anyway." Xavier said as he checked the time and he looked at me sheepishly. "It's already past 12."

We were walking to a bakery near our apartment while we are talking about our work at the hunter's association.

"That wanderer was really tricky but my team managed to take it down so woohoo." I laughed a little and Xavier opened the door for me like a gentleman he is.

There wasn't a lot of people inside the bakery. So ordering for our food was really quick. Xavier's arms is wrapped around my shoulders while we choose some croissants, macarons, garlic bread and iced coffee.

The bell on the bakery rang and I smiled at the attendant taking our order. I turned around to find Xavier and I's seat but I was shocked to see Zayne behind me.

"Doctor Zayne." I exclaimed in shock.

"It is nice to see you here, Yesha." I can almost hear the cold edge teetering in his voice. Is he... mad? Zayne cleared his throat before speaking again.

"Why don't you introduce me to your companion?" Zayne asked.

"Ahh, yes of course. I don't think I have introduced him to you yet. Doctor Zayne this Xavier, my coworker and my friend. Xav, this is my primary care physician, Zayne." I saw Zayne's eyes twitch a little before returning back into his stern face.

"Nice to meet you, Xavier. She's talked about you a lot. I'm glad to finally meet you in flesh." They both shaked hands.

"Well, how about we all share a table. Are you dining here, Zayne?" I asked and he nodded once. "Yes, I'm on my lunch break right now."

"Great. Xavier and I will find a seat."

It did not take us long before we found a seat near the window. The sun isn't as blaring as it would be and it feels so nice on the skin.

Zayne came to the table with our orders and he sat on the opposite of mine and Xavier's seat.

The time passed by like a blur and we talked about anything under the sun. Well—Xavier and I, of course—I tried to make Zayne engage with us but his response was precise and he just nods. Our lunch was finished in less than an hour.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Doctor Zayne. I've heard lots about you and I'm glad to finally meet you. I don't want to be rude, but I need to go now." Xavier said and he stood up, grabbing all his stuff.

"What? Why? What happened? Is there an emergency? A wandere?" I asked already preparing myself to fight.

"Okay, darling. Calm down. Jeremiah just needs my help on Philo. I'll be back before midnight." I nodded and I shooed him away. "Oh? Is that so? Then what are you waiting for? Get the heck out of here." Xavier laughed softly as he went out of the café.

Once Zayne and I are the only ones left in the table, I fiddled with my hands before looking at him. "Sooooo, uhm, let's go?"

Zayne nodded once again before pulling my hands gently yet his hold on me is firm. He dragged me to his car parked on the other side of the street and hugged me really tightly.

"Your friend was rather clingy." I felt him stroke my hair. "It's just how he is." I replied softly.

"He called you darling. And you haven't been answering my texts since morning." I gently pulled away and I looked at my phone.

"Oh, Zaynie. I'm so sorry. We were so busy fixing that wretched coffee table I didn't know." I bit my lips guiltily.

"And you introduced me to him as your physician. Not even a childhood friend." I pressed my lips together after he said that. I could feel the accusing undertone he laced his words with.

"Well, I mean... You are technically my primary care physician..." Zayne gave me a glare before sighing. "Okay, I'm sorry. I just didn't want people to able to spread lies about you."

Zayne massaged the bridge of his nose and patted my forehead. "I already missed years without you by my side because of my solitude. I do not want to lose you now, Yesha. Other people are the least of my concern at this moment."

I looked up at him with my teary eyes and I gave him a tight hug. "I'm sorry for denying you, Zayne." Zayne chuckled and he cupped my face before wiping the traitorous tears on my face.

"Maybe I'm just jealous but could you please refrain from being handsy with your friend, Xavier? It makes me want to encapsulate him in an ice block. And that's so rude." I laughed before kissing his cheeks. "Yes, Zaynie"

Author's note: This is my first fic that I posted here and I hoped I did well. I also think this is kind of ooc because it's a self insert but I hope it's still good. I just let my hands do whatever my brain wants and here it is. Thank you for reading this and thank you for the invitation, nikaaaaa.

tagging @jinwoosbabyboo.

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Hiii!!!

I kinda noticed that Santa sorta disappeared! Unfortunately, not your fault though! I’m out of Santa ideas but what about something with Krampus? Anything really works and if you can’t do it that’s fine!

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Let's talk a little about my Krampus. Half goat, half demon, like usual, but has a slight more human feature. Can easily transform into something way more scary. He is slightly taller than Santa and has many piercings, including his nipples! Crazy long hair; his horns have a curl to them and neon eyes. I'm going to say he is built and has areas where he has crazy scars and some that look untouched. I forget about monster anatomy, but I'm going to say he has a knot. For a monster, his cock is kind of slim but long, but in human eyes, that thing is insane.

The first time you run into Krampus is because you decided to spend Christmas at this lodge hotel. It has a pretty walk trail that you of course got lost in, causing you to come back later than you thought. Everything is dark, and the place is destroyed! You spot him from afar and take off, running back into the snowy trail.

He's literally half goat and demon. He did the chase for fun! Because he could've easily caught you without having to even move. It is freezing around you, but you couldn't even feel it because of the pure fear you had running through you. Once again you get lost on the trail; you can feel him around you. Has you cornered but doesn't do anything until he is grabbing you and smelling you? weird, why would he?… awww little miss forgot she was ovulating...

Lucky for you, Krampus is honestly a fucker. He's not like Santa, who kind of does want to get you pregnant because of his fatherly need. But not Krampus; he just breeds because that's what his body does. And you ovulating is sending him! He drools a lot! It's just the animal side of him, and he is really warm, so even though your jeans and panties are now at your ankles, you are still nice and cozy. Even though the wind hitting your wetness does make you shiver at times.

Fucks like a mutt your feet aren't touching the ground as he drives his cock in and out of you. All you can do is take it as you dangle in his arms like a personal fuck toy. Unlike Santa, who is a groaner, moaner, and laughs. Krampus growls, huffs, and pants. Since he is half demon, Imma says smoke comes out of him whenever he huffs. He has nails but pretty ones just because I want them to be xd his nails scratch you up good. Those will hurt later, but they are pretty!

With Santa, even though you are dumb on his cock, you are usually awake. With Krampus, you'd doze a couple of times seeing black. Especially when you cum! With Santa, it doesn't get crazy loud, but with Krampus? Don't even try and hold back those moans; it would be a failed attempt because you are basically screaming. He loves it only makes him want to hear more. Which causes him to push his knot into you, once again making you yell and see stars as it forces an orgasm out of you.

When he cums, you literally can feel him shake. And he is loud himself, would mutter words in an unknown language. Again, Santa breeds you because of his magic and his fatherly instincts, but Krampus couldn't care how full of his cum you are. He just so happens to be able to do it; since you are knotted to him, he wraps his arms around you and lays you both on the snow. But once his knot is settled, he is leaving you there dripping. His leftover warmth should be enough to keep you settled until someone finds you or you get up.

And to add just for fun. Those words he said in an unknown language? A spell/marking that now lays beautifully on top of your lower stomach. Yeah, he could care less, but he is still a demon. He is possessive and there is just something about you...

🪷Anon…I had so much fun writing this omg.

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Hello, hello!, it's me again but now without confusing you lol, I really don't know why I confused you with the other person but even so that doesn't take away from the fact that you also have very good writing and that the little questions you answer don't They kill me every time I read them 😭😭 even so that doesn't mean that I'm still very angry with Alfred and that I think it's one of the reader's versions, it's one of the saddest I've read and honestly it makes me want to to give him a big hug, since normally, although neglected, Alfred is the closest figure, at least in your story of Old Wine and Bright Wells I'm really not liking the old one (๑•̀д•́๑), every time I reread chapter one I get vibes of:"Oh, you don't even like the reader?, okay, because I will, give me, give me, I will take good care of them 💥💥", I know it's the first chapter but I really don't care, by the way specifically this one https://www.tumblr.com/cheust/769807973387288576/aged-wine-plus-one-except-late-puberty-hits-reader?source=share post is absolutely killing me I love how you describe that readers are a " sexy girl" but specifying that they is gender neutral, for some strange reason it gives me VI vibes from Arcane when she fights in a pit (I guess) and I think that's also 100% sexy since I'm practically the opposite, just a skinny and somewhat shy trans boy who the most "masculine" thing he can achieve is short hair and a binder, Even so, it would also be I'm 100% sure that I would read those "girls (gender neutral) read x reader" fanfics and I would be a complete fan when reader participates fighting in the pit but it would also be too much shy to approach him, talk to him or something like that, like offer him water or that kind of thing, even so the only thing that makes me want to do is give him a big hug and kiss him on the forehead, God this became too long, I hope you are too well and sorry if it's long, I'm on vacation and I practically have nothing more important to do than bother my favorite Writers with my shit ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

I'm happy that you feel so strongly about reader, for a while I was concerned that y'all wouldn't be able to connect with the story. I'm also happy that I'm keeping reader hot but not specific enought to give them a gender. I want reader to be gender neutral as they can bc I want all my audience to enjoy them while also feeling how attractive you all are.

And yeah, I need to refine how I portraited Alfred, I want there to be a small sense that he cares about reader, but right now with how reader sees him, its going to feel like he hates them, but he doesn't, he does care about reader, its just not in the way that reader needs. Its like giving a cactus a water lily treatment, its not going to work out. I think Alfred is trying to give reader 'tough love' while reader does NOT need that.

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The twin swap pt. 3

Sirius Black x fem!Potter!reader

Warnings: Finally some smooching, but that's about it.

A/n: It's been really fun getting to write down and share this idea<3 I might do some follow up parts if people are interested, but for the time being, I hope you'll enjoy the finale.

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”Y/n, please wait!”

No, no no this can’t be real

“Love, stop I need to talk to you”

The nickname sends a shiver down your spine, momentarily stopping you, before adrenaline kickstarts your feet again, carrying you through the corridors of Hogwarts, turning right, then two left turns and up the stairs you go, only to stop once you realize you’ve made it to the top of the astronomy tower.

Great escape plan, Potter.

As you suspect it doesn’t take Sirius long before he has caught up with you, panting slightly with his hands planted on his hips, probably looking sassier than he means to, then again, you did just storm out of potions class after he hinted at his feelings towards you, so you guess it’s only fair. It is troubling you, the idea of being vulnerable in front of Sirius, and you don’t quite know why.

You suspect it is the timing of it all, six years spent having feelings that couldn’t be easily placed for James’ best friend, and now it feels so sudden. You wonder why the universe has decided to throw you into a whirl wind, but nothing really comes to mind as he stands a few feet away from you.

“Would you care to elaborate on why I’ve just had to chase you all the way up here love?” Sirius puts on a bit of a show to seem more out of breath than he probably is, knowing just how athletic he is from watching him at Quidditch games. You unknowingly take a few steps back, mind now mostly occupied with flashes of Sirius in Quidditch gear, looking absolutely heavenly-

“I was just, erh, I needed some fresh air”

“Darling, we’re in a castle, almost anywhere has fresh air” he complains as he plops down near the railing, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it in one swift movement.

After a beat of silence, observing how his long black hair is reacting to the breeze, flowing ever so gracefully, you sigh. Your legs feel heavy as they carry you towards the boy, sitting down next to him. Sirius doesn’t turn towards you as you think he will, instead he keeps his gaze pointed towards the bright winter sky. In a way you appreciate it, because it’s going to make the next part of the conversation much easier.

“I think I got scared, that’s why I ran-“ your breath catches in your throat, Sirius’ face contorts into one of confusion, then warms into concern. He looks to you, discarding his cigarette, allowing you the pause to continue. You chuckle somberly, shielding your face for a second before continuing what you know is going to be the point of no return.

“No, I know I’m scared, because it’s only been a couple of hours since I realized why I can’t concentrate when you’re near me, why I can’t seem to breathe when you lay your head on my shoulder in class, and now!” You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air, as if to prove your frustration.

“You’re my brothers best mate, I always thought that this could never ever happen, and now that I know there’s actually a slight Godrick forsaken chance, that you might love me, as much as I love-“ Your sentences never reaches its end before Sirius takes your face in his hands, and crashes his lips into yours. Dopamine is instant, overtaking your senses, forcing your tense shoulders to drop, your fingers searching to tangle in his hair, which is easy considering it’s almost long enough to reach his broad shoulders. The warmth of his body is addicting, as well as the smell of his aftershave this close to you, it’s a lethal combination. His lips are softer than you’ve imagined, merlin how have you gone this long without kissing Sirius?

A couple of minutes pass by, the two of you completely lost in each other’s arms, before you pull back. Sirius whines as his head follows your movement almost reconnecting your lips, but you stop him with a gentle hand on his chest. There are still questions unanswered in your mind, mainly why the hell Sirius is choosing right now to kiss you.

Not that you’re complaining at all.

“I don’t really understand what’s happening” the last bit of frustration has disappeared, your gestures way more coated by a newfound lightheartedness, searching his face for an answer. The boy’s brows furrow, his lips still agape. “What’s confusing you love?” He asks sincerely dragging his bottom lip between his teeth.

You might just have to bite it for him..

There’s hesitation to your movements, your hands now buried within your sleeves. You sigh before answering “Is this some sort of prank?”

Now, you’ve known Sirius for some years at point, but never have you seen him look this defeated, his face immediately falling at your accusation, which breaks your heart.

“Why on earth would you think this is a prank y/n? I’m pouring my heart out here”

“I mean, kissing me isn’t exactly pouring your heart out Siri..” it comes out as a mere whisper. The look shared is intense, none of you breaking eye contact.

“I knew it was you” He matches your whispering tone, which intensifies the feeling of ice cold water running down your neck. Between the realization that he knows about the Polyjuice incident and knowing how much it means to you, that he can tell you apart from James like that, you feel ambivalent, equally mortified and loved.

“You mean..” The question doesn’t have to come out, you both know. “I knew from the moment I saw you, well, you in James’ body” He grimaces, then continues “well, to be honest your brother is quite a catch I’ll admit, not quite my type though, he’s too.. well-functioning” You gasp loudly, lightly smacking Sirius’ arm, and just like that the tension is mostly broken, the two of you laughing, as the daylight shines down.

“Are you insinuating I’m not well-functioning, Black?” you giggle, your walls breaking down beneath his smiling gaze. He doesn’t hesitate a second to answer back with a wink, “Absolutely, you’re precisely my type”

“ohh Godrick” you groan covering your entirety as well as you can. “What gave me away?” Sirius gently pulls your arms from around yourself, lifting your chin to make you look into his eyes again. “Honestly… Your eyes. The way you looked at me, I don’t know. It’s just so specifically you”

This time it’s you leaning in to him, kissing his lips much softer this time. It doesn’t take many seconds unfortunately for you to break the kiss again as another realization hits you.

Sirius groans again at the loss of your lips, but right now you couldn’t care too much.

“You knew it was me, and you played along? Why torture me like that?” you moan, but Sirius just barks out a laugh. “Darling, I only knew for sure when you locked yourself in the bathroom and almost confessed your feelings for me, but seeing Remus and Peter that confused and partly horrified was bloody brilliant!”

You had to agree, seeing past your own embarrassment, their reactions were priceless, and something about Sirius turning the tables on you like that you find quite attractive, but to be honest he might be the only person who would be able to see through it, which fills you with adoration. He really could tell you and your brother apart. The sentiment that carries for you is vast, having felt second to James most of your life.

“Did the others find out?”

“Remus had it figured out by morning, but I’m not sure Wormy is in the loop yet” He grins.

“I figured” You smile back at him.

“Soo, how do we break the news to James?” You question, dreading having that conversation with your brother.

“I have a sneaking feeling that Prongs is going to be out of commission for a bit, before you ran off Lily kissed him on the cheek, poor bloke nearly fainted”

“Yeah, he tends to do that”

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