#i was already spoiled on this one earlier so i was eagerly waiting for it lol

[yumedoca]

Aaaaand I've finally reached the Rumiko Takahashi (+ UY) cameo!!!

[mothwingwritings]

Frohe Weihnachten

Boyfriend To Death Strade X F! Reader X Ren

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! By some miracle of the holiday season I have arrived and even wrote something, even if it is random and I struggled to get finished before Christmas. But I did it and now  I offer it to you humbly as a lil gift.

This month has unfortunately bad. All the bad had me looking for distractions to keep me from the gloom, and the search for distractions lead me to replaying Boyfriend To Death 1, and replaying BTD made me start Boyfriend to Death 2, and well… Here we are. It’s been one of the few things I could focus on that brought me joy this month (what that says about my mental health we will leave up to interpretation loooooool :)), so I decided to try my hand at writing something for it. It proved to be a fun challenge, and I am hoping to do some more BTD stuff in the future. :3

ANYWAY here is a Strade-centric fic (Ren is there too, though) I churned out amidst the December bs. He’s spoiling you in it which isn’t really a good thing for you. I hope I did him justice. He is a very nuanced guy and I had a lot of fun writing this. I can slowly feel god awful, horrible men  becoming my forte , and at this point I am just embracing it.

Please be mindful that BTD and BTD2 are adult games, so even though there is no explicit NSFW in this fic, it is for 18+ only just as its source material is. No one under the age of 18 should be reading this, thank you!

WARNINGS: Torture, stabbing, blood, degradation, forced stripping, pet play, mentions of rape/noncon, Strade is filming a snuff film and though you are a part of it, you are not the one being snuffed (congrats!), severing of body parts, nonconsensual filming and touching, kidnapping, imprisonment, butchered German (my highschool German teacher is crying somewhere) and probs some shoddy editing (sorry for the rush!).

Staring down at the gifts laid out before you, a thin layer of sweat began to coat your body.

It wasn’t so much that the boxes wrapped in vibrant, pretty, paper were that unnatural (it was Christmas day, after all) so much as it was shocking that you had received them at all, given the circumstances.

This was your first Christmas away from home, the first holiday season spent without the company of your friends and family, and their absence felt like a swift punch in the gut. None of the old traditions and celebrations you were accustomed to partaking in were around to bring you comfort this year, the laid back, pleasant atmosphere that typically encapsulated  Christmas was nowhere to be found. Any jolly vibe was replaced by discomfort, apprehension, and a festering disquiet that permeated the air, killing any and all fun normal for this day.

Across from the looming assortment of gifts, each wrapped in varying degrees of expertise, sat your captor Strade, and parked next to him was your fellow captive Ren. Both sets of eyes were drinking you in with great interest, the out-of-place youthful enthusiasm reflecting back at you doing little to quell your mounting anxiety. You shifted nervously in your seat, trying your best to remain calm. You had no idea what manner of sick surprise awaited you in those packages, all you knew was that you were dreading opening them, especially with these two watching. Thinking of what the wrong reaction to their presents may illicit was more stress inducing than the gifts themselves, which already made you feel like you were developing a hernia.

“Well, go ahead,” Strade was the first to speak, his lazy drawl and splayed out body contradicting heavily with the frenzied look in his eye, “What are you waiting for?”

Ren nodded beside him eagerly, “Go ahead, (name)! I opened mine earlier because I was too excited to wait,” he chuckled a little, a small, bashful blush illuminating his cheeks, “And um, there’s a few for you in there from me so… I hope you like them.”

Your eyes traveled from the men, down to the presents. You swallowed thickly, overwhelmed by their façade of innocence, violated by their unblinking stares.

“I-I’m sorry, I just um… Wasn’t really expecting… this…”

It wasn’t a lie, the last thing you could have predicted was a present, let alone multiple. You figured maybe Ren would get you something (he had the luxury of internet access, something you were yet to be trusted with), but it wasn’t even within the realm of fantasy that you may receive anything from Strade. The only thing you dared hope for was a small reprieve from the abuse he inflicted daily, but even that seemed too farfetched to hope for.

“Well, I say you deserve it,” Strade spoke, the calm cadence of his voice still clashing with the gleam in his eye, “what’s Christmas without presents, after all? So go ahead, open them.”

You hesitated for a moment before finally reaching a shaky hand towards the closet gift on the table. Your body was moving mechanically, and though your fear was palpable, you forced your demeanor to remain composed as you pulled the small box into your lap. Your fingers carefully tore through the thin paper, dreading revealing the mystery that shiny paper shielded you from.

And as the paper fell away piece by piece, you were shocked to find that the box contained… slippers.

You stared at them for a moment, dumbfounded. Of all the things in the world that could have been waiting inside that box, to receive something so innocuous and normal was beyond perplexing.

And the gifts continued this way. You unwrapped package after package of clothing, perfumes and toiletries, stuffed animals and snacks. Each new item bewildered you just as much as the last, leaving you feeling like all this was just the lead up of  a joke, one you felt like you were the punch line for.

 As if the gifts themselves weren’t mind boggling enough, the quantity and quality of them were just as shocking. Brand names and fancy, high end packaging stared back at you with nearly each ripped wrapping, a small slap in the face with each revelation.

It left a pit in your stomach. Not even your own parents would gift you some of these things, so why were you being treated this way by a homicidal maniac and his companion? To make matters even worse, most of the gift you actually liked. Definite thought was put into each present, unnerving you most of all. You didn’t want them to know your likes and dislikes, and you certainly didn’t want them to be so familiar with you that they could easily pick out things you may desire. It felt borderline offensive that they were able to peg you so well, like you had been wrenched open and all the hidden parts of yourself you had been hiding had been forced out in the open, secrets uncovered you wished to remain hidden.

Heebie jeebies aside, such normalcy left you scratching your head. You had an intense urge to inspect each and every item to make sure the clothes weren’t secretly lined with razors, or the stuffed animals weren’t just cute ways to conceal knives, but you contained yourself. No use in setting them off when things were going surprisingly well.

You kept yourself neutral as you thanked them, neither over eager or ungrateful as you graciously accepted the offerings. Ren beamed in recognition each time you mentioned him, delighted by the simplest praise. Strade remained nonchalant, leaning back as he leered at you with that unnerving smile he always so proudly donned on his face.

When the present pile had come to an end, an overwhelming sense of relief washed over you. You felt like you had made it out of a vary harrowing journey without so much as a scratch, and felt quite accomplished for doing so.

However, before you could feel the weight truly lifted from your shoulders, any sense of triumph quickly flew out the door as Strade slowly leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His beady eyes drilled holes through you, delighting in the apprehension his subtle shift caused you. Your blood turned to ice as he gave you a lopsided grin, his words coming out drawn out and slow, as if he were speaking to a child.

“Myyy look at that,” he sneered, “so many nice things for our (Name)! She must have some very generous admirers. It’s obvious she’s the favorite, not a single one of those boxes were for you or me, Ren!”

The weight of your situation suddenly crashed down around you. Of course these gifts wouldn’t come without some horrible caveat-you were an idiot for even thinking you would get away with this scot free.

You tried to calm yourself with the fact that Strade most likely wouldn’t go through all the hassle of spending all this money on someone he planned to kill shortly after. What would be the point? But that thought birthed an even worse fear, the expectation of getting something back in return. There wasn’t a chance in hell that you would be able to provide him a physical gift, a fact Strade was intimately aware of. That left you with one option- he was looking for reciprocation through different means.

You swallowed hard, your hands shaking as you clasped them in your lap, struggling with how to word the imminent question you had.

“Do you want… I mean, should I get you something in return?”

You hated how small your voice sounded, dreading the response your words may garner. A shiver rocked you as the smile on Strade’s face spread, his arms spreading out in a dramatic shrug as he shook his head with a laugh.

“No no, please! The only thing I want in return is for you to thoroughly enjoy your gifts, nothing else is needed. Your delight is a gift in and of itself.”

His words did little to help your dwindling nerves. A sudden harsh clap of his hands made your heart skip a beat, his body pivoting to face Ren with a sadistic smile.

“I almost forgot,” he exclaimed, his voice taking a dangerous edge, “we have one more very special surprise for our girl, don’t we?”

Your attention darted to Ren, hoping for a sign of assurance from him. The beatskin started to squirm a bit in his seat, pulling nervously at the hem of his oversized sweater. He looked over at you with lidded eyes, a dangerous gleam in them that you knew was a terrible precursor of the pain to come. 

Ren’s breathing had grown unsteady, the blush that had engulfed his face becoming so vibrant you could almost feel its heat from where you sat. While there was nervousness to his demeanor, he couldn’t quite mask the hints of his exhilaration from peeking through. The guileless enthusiasm was hard to face, causing you to avert your gaze, your heart sinking deeper. Ren was no saint himself, but he was all you had in this hell that masqueraded as a normal, middle class home. He was supposed to have your back (and often times did) in moments like these, but it appeared his demons won this round. The thrill radiating from him over your oncoming misery was perceptible. You were on your own with whatever lay ahead.

With a jerk of Strades head, Ren bounded off the couch to another room, the sound of subtle clanging reaching your ears as he dug around out of sight. You careened your body, hoping to maybe get a peek of whatever the hell Ren had ran so jubilantly to acquire, but you immediately stopped once you heard a chuckle rumble from Strade’s chest.

“My my~,” he purred, the sound causing an instinctive shiver, “so eager this morning (name)! I can only hope you keep that up once you see what the surprise actually is, hm?”

Before you had a chance to respond, Ren barreled back into the room, slightly out of breath and clutching some sort of metallic, chain linked contraption in is hand.

“Sorry,” he lightly huffed, handing the item in question to Strade, “I hid it really well so it took a moment to get.”

Once it was in his grasp, Strade turned to you, holding out the item so you could finally view it in all its glory.

It was a new collar-a dog training collar, to be precise. This one however had been modified, the spikes lining the interior of the collar, while typically coated with a thick, squishy plastic to as not to hurt the dog in their training stage, were missing their protection. The metal nubs that the plastic encased were also typically dull and rounded on most training collars, meant to poke and prod instead of maim and hurt. You would not be getting that manner of gentle encouragement it seemed, your body tensing as you stared at each harshly pointed spike. The needle like protrusions glistened so brilliantly in the overhead light it almost appeared as if the collar was made of diamonds.

You sat perfectly still, in a complete daze as Strade approached you and swiftly released the thick electric collar from around your neck. The cool air hit your sweat drenched flesh, giving you a chill. While it was nice to be without the weight of that vile contraption, the freedom was only momentary as he clasped your new chain links into place across your throat. Though it was much more delicate than your previous collar, for some reason it felt much heavier than its bulky electric counterpart.

You winced as he gave the leash a small pull, grinning when a sharp, shocked cry fell past your lips. The needles hadn’t broken the skin yet, but the action did make you become keenly aware of just much damage they could cause with very minimal effort. The delicate nature of your current standing was looking bleaker with each passing second, uncontrollable shivers wracking your body as you eyed Strade fiddling carelessly with your leash. He seemed pleased by the attention his minor ministrations were awarding him, humored by the pain he could bring you with a mere flick of his wrist.

“I-it looks pretty on you, (Name),” Ren stuttered, a nervous smile complimenting the red of his cheeks, “Kind of dainty, like a fancy necklace. It really suits you.”

“It is pretty, isn’t it?” Strade jeered, fingering the chains that hung heavy around your neck, “I considered one for you too Ren, I didn’t want to make you jealous, you know? But then I figured hell, if I get this for (Name) Ren’ll probably enjoy this just as much as I do, so it’s already a two for one deal.”

Giving your cheek a few mild slaps, Strade turned his gaze towards Ren, “I trust that you’ll take good care of (Name) if I’m ever out and about and you want to have some special fun with her. A little pet time for my pet would do him some good, I think.”

The flippant insinuation made bile rise in the back of your throat.

“Now,” Strade pulled tighter on the leash, prompting you to rise to your feet and stand before the men. He lifted the chain above his head, laughing as you rose to tiptoes to avoid gouging your neck, “What do we say after we receive such a nice present, hmmm~?”

“Thank you,” you choked the words through your indignation, the spikes scratching uncomfortably against your skin as you did so. After several seconds of your balancing act, Strade lowered his hand, granting you the ability to stand normally. You released the breath you were holding, thankful that for at least this moment, you escaped agony.

“So ein gutes Mädchen für mich,” he cooed condescendingly, patting your head as if you were an actual dog, “you are really making me proud! But the fun isn’t over yet, in fact, this is just the first part of your special surprise,” his eyes widened at your obvious despair, “Aren’t you lucky?”

Without further ado he stomped past you, leash gripped tightly in his hand as he led your further into the house. While there was more leeway to the leash than anticipated, you still hustled to follow after him, fearful of the barbs encircling your throat. His whistled as he walked, his demeanor so exuberant that for a moment you felt he might start skipping. Ren trailed behind you, following closely in your footsteps.

It didn’t take long for you to catch on to where you were headed. As you came to stop before the thick, iron door that separated the rest of the house from the hell-hole that was the basement, tidal wave of fear washed over you. Strade took a deep breath, relishing all that was too come, immersed in the anticipation he was undoubtedly feeling. He turned to you and smiled, and you fought to keep a grip on your sanity. Feeling feint, your eyes flicked from him, back to the imposing door. Your heart was banging so violently in your chest from the sheer amount of terror that was coursing through your veins that you worried you may pass out.

How many people had met cruel, agonizing fates down those stairs? How many gallons of blood had dripped down the walls, pooled on the floor, snaked through the drains? How many anguished screams had reverberated off those sound proof walls?

You began to panic as Strade opened the door with ease, wasting no time making his way down. You hadn’t been to the basement since Strade had kidnapped you many months ago and you had hoped it would be a place that you never found yourself in again. It relieved you when Strade had forbid you and Ren from stepping foot down there, one of the few orders he gave that you were actually happy to oblige. Strade only took people to the basement for one reason and one reason only, and the fact that he was so pleasantly dragging you down there right now did not bode well for you in the slightest.

“W-wait,” you called out nervously, grabbing at the chain leash in an attempt to stop his descent. “W-why are we going down here?”

“Because it’s where the rest of your present is,” he answered as if it were obvious, a tinge of annoyance in his voice as he shot you a pointed look, “Now come on.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but a gentle touch on your shoulder stopped you.

“It’s ok, (Name),” Ren’s voice sounded softly in your ear. You could tell he was doing his best to sound reassuring. “We are allowed down there today, Strade said we could as a special treat for Christmas. It’s OK, I promise,” he gave your shoulder a small squeeze, before planting a fleeting kiss to your cheek, “I’ll be with you the whole time.”

His words did little to assuage the overwhelming terror you were feeling, sinking its claws deep in your battered soul, holding you in a death grip. You were past the point of a panic attack, now fearing a heart attack may be what does you in. At this point you wondered if that would be a mercy over whatever awaited you down there.

Forced breathes rattled from your lungs, erratic and strained as you stared into Strade’s expectant eyes, knowing his patience was rapidly diminishing. As much as you wanted to get whatever was coming over with, your legs lost the ability to move, your body denying every command your brain was giving to take the first step.

Hesitating a moment too long elicited a brutal tug from Strade, effectively ending your indecision as you were sent tumbling down after him. You whimpered as you felt the barbs of the collar tear into your flesh. Small rivulets of blood snaked from each fresh wound, dripping down your shoulders, back, and chest to strain the collar of your shirt. As a rare act of mercy, Strade caught you, his thick arm acting as a barrier between you and the concrete you were plummeting head first towards.  For once you were thankful to be within the monster’s grasp, a sore chest and aching shoulder from where he grabbed you were far better than any injury you would have attained from the fall.

Consumed by a rush of adrenaline from the tumble, you neglected to realize your hands had latched to Strade’s arm like a lifeline. Embarrassment flooded you, quickly prompting you to release your hold on him. He laughed at the flush on your cheeks, your body jostling along with the rumble of his chest. His hand relinquished its grip on your shoulder, leaving behind angry red fingerprints, as if he had seared your flesh with a mere touch. His newly freed hand moved to tangle itself in your hair, eliciting a whimper as his nails dug into your scalp. Each place his body made contact with yours felt like it was burning.

Without warning, he roughly brought the side of your head to his lips, the stubble of his cheeks scratching your skin as he smashed his face against yours, taking in a deep breath. Excited puffs of breath tickled your ear as he spoke.

 “Hurry up now,” his voice was gruff, but the words came out in a sing-song manner, “Don’t start misbehaving now, it would be a total bummer if you had to miss out on this, (Name)~”

With a wistful sigh he released his hold, leaving your momentarily reeling as you stumbled back, trying to reclaim your baring’s. Strade didn’t give much of a chance to do so, continuing on his way with another yank of the leash, forcing you to scramble after him once more.

Your body gave an involuntary shiver as your feet touched the chilly concrete floor. Strade flipped the lights, causing you to recoil at the sudden brightness. Your eyes grew watery as they struggled to adjust, but when they finally did you wished more than ever you could have just remained in the dark.

Though you hadn’t been in the basement since the week of your capture, everything was just as you remembered it. Horrible memories flooded your mind as you took in your surroundings, your brain assaulted by flashbacks of months prior. All the same home appliances and tools still lined the back wall, typically innocent devices most people used for repair jobs and building projects that no one would take a second glance at were this a normal basement. In Strades hands however, they became tools of destruction and torment, capable of the vilest atrocities.

You heard the loud whirring of the freezer off to the side before you saw it, the outdated device still valiantly chugging away as it preserved god knows what on its rickety inner shelves. The noise it spewed was so grating you wondered why he didn’t just replace the damn thing, or at least try and fix it. Near it stood the work table that housed his buzzsaw, looming ominously as it waited patiently for its next use (whether that be for flesh or for wood, who was to say?).

Witnessing these normally mundane items again made your chest hurt, a deep, indescribable level of horror spreading through every inch of your body as you struggled to reacclimate yourself. You were sure this place would haunt you as long as you lived, whether you stood in it or not didn’t matter.

Your throat went dry as you stared at the dark stains that littered the floor, remnants of various human’s bodily fluids. Blood, vomit, piss, and everything else that may leak from a human corpse was so continuous and abundant that there was no hope of the marks ever diminishing. Something told you Strade didn’t seem to mind, however. If anything, seeing those stains probably brought him some level of happiness, acting as pleasant little reminders of all the slaughter he had committed, a trophy for the lives he had stolen.

And there, smack dab in the middle of the basement stood the support beam he had tied you to, effectively barring your escape from this place. Witnessing it again was bad enough, but as your eyes locked onto it your heart started racing once more, your terror hitting unprecedented levels at the realization that there was a body there, tied up and trapped just as you once were.

At first you thought maybe you were hallucinating, seeing some phantom version of yourself your mind had conjured under the extreme stress you were facing. But as you continued to stare, noticing the slight rise and fall of their chest, hearing the small wheezes coming from their direction with each motion, it became apparent they were no figment of your imagination. Long hair fell from their slumped head, obscuring your vision of their face, but judging by what you could see of their body they looked to be around your age, similar to your build. You couldn’t help but wonder if you shared other features, had the same eye color, or maybe a similar facial structure.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe Strade picked them because they reminded him of you.

Witnessing another human in this state made your stomach turn. It wasn’t so long ago that you were in that exact situation, and seeing them there helpless and oblivious to what lay before them filled you with the distressing urge to try and rescue them. If you could only run to them, untie their bindings and embrace them, let them know you were there for them and that they would be ok… Stupidly wisheful thinking, but maybe a miracle could still happen and that sweet lie would come true…

You shook your head slightly, dispelling the thought. No, it was all a tragic pipe dream, the fact they were here meant they were as good as dead and there wasn’t a damn thing you could do to stop that.

“Hey!”

Strade barked, breaking you from the spell you were under. You jumped to attention, your wide eyes turning to him to give him your full attention. His scowl lessened at your recognition, “I know it’s all very exciting (Name), but pay attention when I am talking to you, alright?”

“Sorry,” your mouth barely formed the word, spitting it out so fast you wondered if it was even understandable. You were still in shock from being in such a terrible place, your brain lost in a fog as it struggled to comprehend why you were here, what Strade wanted of you, who that person on the floor was, and if you would make it through the day.

He sighed before stepping closer to you, irritation still lingering in his features. You fought every urge telling you to bolt, your body jolting as he gently patted your cheeks. After a few soft pats to garner your attention his strong hands continued to cup your cheeks, cradling your face in his palms. His skin was warm, the sweat from his hand moistening your skin as his thumb traced absentminded circles across scars he had created.

“Strip.”

The command didn’t register at first, making him lose patience. As you stood stock still his brows began to knit, foot tapping a bit as he waited for you to comply. After several seconds of inactivity on your end, he snapped his fingers in realization, his expression relaxing as something donned on him.

“Oh wait, it’s probably hard with the collar, right? Don’t worry, I’ll help you out.”

From an unseen back holster, he brandished an imposing hunting knife, one that you would remember anywhere. It was the same one he tormented you the day he met you, the feel of it on your skin seared into your memory for all eternity. It had done a brilliant job keeping you at bay when he first imprisoned you, serving him well as the main tool that broke you.

Seeing it again was all too overwhelming, all too horribly familiar. Your body quaked, tears starting to flood your eyes, making your vision waver. Your lips moved, your throat struggling to speak, fighting to come up with something, anything that may stop him from using it on you. But ultimately there was nothing you could force out, so you just stood there blankly, flapping your lips in a failed attempt at self-preservation.

“What’s wrong?” Strade pouted, pulling at your collar, forcing you closer to him. You could barely feel the pain through your terror. “If you have something to say, you should say it. Or are you just so thrilled by all this that you can’t form a coherent thought,” he tutted, “Ah, I know the feeling well (Name), but don’t suddenly go mute on me! I want to fully enjoy all of your reactions, so don’t hold back. Think of it as your gift to me.” You shivered as he placed the knife under your shirt, cutting away haphazardly at the thin fabric, uncaring that he was nicking your flesh in the process.

With his body so near, the only sound you could focus on was Strade’s labored, rasping breathes as they rattled from his throat. He blithely ripped what was left of your clothing from your body, leaving it discarded in torn heaps on the ground. Thankfully he spared your underwear, but as his fingers languidly played with the strap of your bra, you wondered if he wouldn’t also reconsider letting you keep what remained of your decency.

“Tonight will be so good, meine Haustier,” his voice sounded hoarse, thick with anticipation as he hovered over you, nuzzling his face into your hair, “… This reminds me a lot of the night I brought you home. Maybe I am just feeling nostalgic, having you down here with me again, but it’s hard not to get wrapped up in such fond memories.”

He chuckled, “I’m thankful I was able to reel myself in back then and keep you, no matter how much I wanted to do otherwise.” He pointed his knife to the unconscious body on the floor, “This one I brought here today won’t be nearly as fun as you were, so I don’t want you to feel jealous, alright? You’re where you are for a reason, just as they are where they are for a reason. Mein Liebchen, I’m so glad I can share this moment with you...”

He pressed in closer to you, an unmistakable bulge in his pants grazing the exposed flesh of your leg as he did so. You both shuddered at the brief contact, though his reaction was for reasons far different than your own.

“This intimacy is nice, don’t you think? Sharing your passions with those close to you is what meaningful relationships are allllll about.”

He pulled away from you slightly, pressing the blade of his knife under your chin. Wincing at the briefest of contact with the blade, you raised your head to avoid slicing of your chin, stopping once you were eye to eye with Strade. Your noses nearly touched as he took in the features of your face, smiling at the sheer horror reflected in your eyes.

“And I want to remind you just how passionate I can be~”

He spun you around, giving you an abrupt shove. Unable to keep your balance you fell forward, your knees colliding with the stony floor. A hiss of pain slipped past your lips at the contact as Strade kneeled down next to you, tangling his fingers once more in your hair. With a sharp yank, he pulled your head up, directing your attention to the far corner of the room.

With his guidance, your gaze landed on something new.  A cage you couldn’t recall ever seeing filled your took up a sizable chunk of the side wall, making you wonder how you missed see it to begin with. How he got such an unwieldy contraption down the stairs previously without your notice was also lost on you. The thing looked far too heavy for one person to easily transport, even if it came in pieces.

It looked incredibly sturdy, each side comprised of thick, imposing iron bars. The cage was moderately sized- large enough for people to sit in, but not so large that it would be a comfortable arrangement. At a glance, it seemed to be made for a dog, but the girth of the bars and thick padlock on the door were completely unnecessary features for a canine, even the largest and most aggressive dog breeds wouldn’t need something so robust to keep them contained. Strade must have had it special made, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out who it was made for. You clenched your fists, fighting the queasiness that this new facet of the day brought to the table. You knew the cage shouldn’t have surprised you as much as it did, but you couldn’t help but be a bit addled by it. You briefly wondered if there was a limit to how much he would spend to fuel his sick intentions.

The cage sat off to the side, out of the way of the main walkway and slightly hidden behind the stairs so that it wasn’t immediately noticeable, but it was still close enough to the rest of the rooms fixtures that anyone trapped inside would have a clear view or what was happening around them. Which you figured was the point. What better seat for an unwilling audience?

“I originally bought this for Ren, but he was much easier to house train then you were.” Strade laughed, removing his hand from your hair to clap you on the shoulder. He turned his gaze to Ren who stood by the cage expectantly, waiting to fulfill his role in the nights unfolding misery. “Why don’t you show her inside, Ren? Get yourselves all comfy for the show.”

With a quick nod, Ren scampered in before you, giving you just enough room to squeeze in beside him. Nestling in, he turned to you with a strange mix of fear and anticipation in his eyes, patting the area next to you with a small smile on his lips.

“Come in, (Name),” he looked up at you through his lashes, bashful despite the situation he willingly crawled into, “There’s plenty of room.”

Strade gave you no opportunity to refute his invitation, dragging you along the floor by the collar until you arrived at the cages entrance. You gagged as the spikes dug into your flesh, your fingers attempting to find purchase and pull them out. But your grip kept slipping, the blood that coated each metallic link making it impossible to pry away.

At the entrance, Strade quickly unlatched your adjoining leash, pushing the side of his foot against your ass to shove you into the cage, treating you much the same way you would a misbehaving dog. He slammed the door behind you the moment your limbs were barely through the door, preventing you from backtracking. He hastily secured the huge padlock after he did so, effectively trapping you and Ren inside.

“I know you’ll watch, but I can’t trust her,” Strade spoke to Ren, kneeling down so that he was eye level with the two of you, “Latch her collar to the top bar, I want her focused.”

Ren was quick to follow orders, contorting himself around you so he could bind you to the cage. Part of you hoped he would show mercy, sneakily attaching the collar to a lower bar on the cage to give you more breathing room. As you felt the spikes dig farther into your skin that dream dashed from your mind. You choked back a sob as you heard the clasp click into place behind you, Ren planting a fleeting kiss to the top of your head as he did so, his way of begging forgiveness for the pain he was helping inflict

Sitting with your back completely straight, you kept your legs tucked under you, the full weight of your body supported by your knees. The slightest bit of slouching, leaning, or turning your head would plunge the spikes into your already torn up neck, amplifying your suffering. Locked into place, you were left with no choice but to sit at attention.

Maybe you could have unclasped the collar yourself for a bit of reprieve, you were sure after some blind fumbling you could figure out how to free yourself. But stuck behind a formidable lock with Strade on the other side, what would be the point? There was no place for you to run to, and if you disobeyed Strade at this point you were a sitting duck. A heavy sense of resignation settled in your soul. You no longer fought the tears that came to your eyes, letting them freely dribble down your checks to land in soft drops on your lap.

With no hope of escape, that left you with one option to get through this-endure.

“Überraschung,” Strade exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air as he stared down at you with wild, manic eyes. “What a sight this is! I must say (Name), even though your overall your obedience has improved, you still have quite the rebellious streak, don’t you?” He leaned down to get a better view of you, breathing deeply as his face began turning red from excitement, “Not that I don’t like when you get feisty, training and domesticating wild animals is something I take great pleasure in after all. But I have to say, seeing you like this?” He released an elongated, low whistle. “Schön. Keeping you has been worth it for moments like this. You really are a treat, behavioral issues and all.”

He exhaled as he slowly rose to his feet, his eyes never once leaving yours. “This is good, natural even. You belong here, (Name). Chained up like that… You’re right where you are supposed to be.”

His words were shaky, his composure slipping as his tongue trailed his bottom lip. The flush of his cheeks was now also creeping down his neck, ardent lust seeping from his expression. You shivered. Were it not for these bars separating you, you loathed to think what atrocities he would commit against you in this amped up state.

You bit back the retort that threatened to spill from your quivering jaw, biting so hard on your bottom lip you tasted blood. You hated him, loathed him with your entirety, but you also understood that one misspoken word was all it would take for you to be swapped with whatever unfortunate soul was tied to that pole. Despite it all, you still wanted to live. Clinging to the hope that someday you would get the chance to leave this place behind and return to the life that was stolen from you.

Making your freedom a reality was your daily affirmation you repeated to yourself, the one thing that truly kept you going. You made a promise to yourself that Strade would someday turn into nothing more than a horrible nightmare, a dirty smear in your past, and you very much intended to keep that promise. You would someday live out the rest of your life happy and safe, surrounded by friends and family, people you loved and who would love you in turn. Maybe you would even get married, have a kid or two.

Part of you knew thinking that way was foolish, and it usually caused you more despair than bringing you any true peace. But even if it was a silly dream, it was all you had. Strade has already stolen everything else, so you clung to your dream as your only salvation, relying on it as a means of survival.  

You had to make it through this, you had to get away and rebuild yourself from the shattered pieces Strade had broken you into. Not just for yourself, but for everyone he had ever murdered and brutalized. It was the only way you could beat him. It was the only way you could win.

“Well, no point in making any of us wait any longer,” Strade announced as he turned on his heel, making his way over to the slumped form in the center of the room. Your heart went out to them as he directed his full attention their way, staring down at them with a crazed, bloodthirsty smile. “This is pretty new for me too, ya know? Usually this is ‘me’ time, moments I can work and enjoy myself with the new friends I bring in in peace. But having a live audience? That’s sure gonna add some thrill to this.”

He turned his attention back towards you and Ren, his face glowing in excitement. “And I figured what the hell! It’s Christmas, right? Why be greedy when I can share in the celebration!  Ren already loves watching my little home movies, so I thought, ‘why not do a special live performance for my two favorite individuals?’”

Your body lurched in horror as Strade abruptly kicked his hostage square in the stomach, the force of it waking them with an agonized groan. You gasped as they coughed in pain, spit and blood sputtering from their mouth as slowly they came to. You watched on in morbid silence, a frown spreading across your lips when as you noticed the dawning horror that came over them. They were no longer in an ignorant fog of sleep, fully aware now that something truly dreadful was about to happen to them. 

Terrified recognition filled their eyes when they landed on Strade. Instantly they started to cry, whimper and plead, leaving you to wonder just how badly things went down between the two of them before you all ended up down here.

Trembles wracked your body, each quiver faintly clanging the metal of your collar against the cage. How you yearned to deafen your ears, gouge out your eyes, or will yourself away from what was unfolding before you. The mere thought of witnessing the oncoming torture, reliving your own capture through this doomed sod…  it was all too much. If given the opportunity, you would have done anything to flee and hide.

But there was no running from this. You couldn’t turn away. You couldn’t do anything at all.

“Hey buddy, calm down!” Strade spoke in a light hearted manner, invading the captive’s personal space as he crouched down in front of them. “Don’t you know it’s Christmas? Since you were looking so sad all alone at that bar last night I decided to play the role of Santa and give you a little gift! I took you in out of the goodness of my heart, because no one deserves to be alone on the holiday, right? And look,” He roughly grabbed their chin, forcing their tear stained face towards your cage, “I even brought friends to assure you wouldn’t be lonely! Pretty thoughtful of me, huh?”

You averted your stare as soon as they made eye contact, unable to stand the sheer hopelessness reflected in their forlorn gaze. Their whimpering and pleading continued, unfettered by the dialogue Strade was droning on. The desperation in their voice as they tried to reason with the most unreasonable man on the planet was making your skin crawl, irritation setting your face into a scowl. Couldn’t they see how amped up Strade was? Were they really so deluded to think their incessant begging would do them any favors? Did they not realize their cries were just exciting him more?

Eventually, you squeezed your eyes closed, wanting a break from it all even for a few seconds. Their naivety was driving you insane- a cruel reminder of the person you once were.

Suddenly, an ear splitting scream pieced the air, causing your eyes to fly open. The blood in your veins turned to ice as you saw Strade’s signature knife protruding from the captive’s leg, his hand still wrapped firmly around the handle, wriggling it further into their meat. The blade was buried deep, deep enough to cause true damage, and the blood that gushed from the new wound quickly gathered in a morbid puddle beneath their legs. If left unattended, you were sure they may bleed out, dying in slow agony.

“Oops, maybe I went a bit too deep there,” Strade nonchalantly spoke, pulling the knife carelessly from their leg. They released another sharp cry at the blades exit, squirming in pain and misery as blood sputtered from the gash. Strade continued to speak, unfettered by the gore that splashed against his leg, “But you weren’t listening very well when I was trying to talk earlier, so hopefully that’ll help you focus. I’ll try and be more mindful though, don’t wanna do too much too soon. You’re the star of the show today buddy, can’t have you dipping out on us before we even get started.”

Strade cut a piece of fabric from their victim’s shirt, tying it sloppily around the gaping wound he inflicted. It wasn’t placed as a means to help them so much as a way to help staunch the bleeding to keep them lucid for as long as possible. If there was one thing Strade hated, it was his fun being prematurely cut short.

“Well,” Strade slapped his knees, lifting himself up to his full height, “Usually I like to get to know you a little better before we get to this point, but what with my special guests and all, we don’t have as much time as I would have liked to become acquainted.”

Your eyes trailed Strade as he walked over to a tripod sitting off to the side. Your eyes widened as he reached for it, setting it up with skilled expertise as he had done so many times before. His captive stared blankly at the camera, clearly confused as to what awaited them. You couldn’t decide if their ignorance was a tragedy or a godsend. If they knew this was their final moment of relative peace before their violent end… Would they try an appreciate it, or would that just bring them more dismay?

After the main camera was set up to his liking, he made his way towards you and Ren. You stiffened at he approached, a new spike of anxiety rising within you as he fiddled with something in his pocket. It was your turn for confusion now, staring in perplexion as he pulled out another small camera, setting it up so that it faced your cage. After some finagling to get it just right, the small red light on it turned green.

“There we go,” Strade smiled, tying his signature bandana around his mouth after he completed his setup, his wide eyes gleaming with cruel intent, “Figured the viewers at home deserved a little special something, too. Smile for the camera you two!”

Shame flushed your exposed body as you did all you could to avoid looking into the camera’s nebulous, black lens. You curled yourself up as much as physically possible, revolted by the realization that other sickos were tuning in, getting off to an impending murder and your humiliation. How many people were on the other side of that small orb, desperately waiting for Strade to begin so they could scratch their fucked up itch? How many pairs of eyes were roving over your barely clothed, bloody body right now, pleased for such an enticing appetizer before they dug into the main course? You didn’t know what disgusted you more, Strade himself or the fact that he had enough ‘fans’ out there that were of a similar mindset, who avidly watched and supported him enough that he could live comfortably off live-streaming his slaughters.

After some brief adjustments (apparently your camera wasn’t focused enough, the ‘fans’ were complaining about not having a clear shot of ‘the bitch’s stupid, sniveling face’), Strade eventually made his way back over to the main camera, flicking it on and checking the feed on a nearby laptop to make sure everything was looking as it should. Once he was satisfied, he hopped in front of the camera, the jovial smile on his face noticeable even behind his mask.

“Frohe Weihnachten an alle! Oh wait,” he fished around in a drawer beneath his laptop, eventually yielding a slightly wrinkled Santa’s hat that he plopped gleefully upon his head. “That’s better! How is everyone doing this fine, festive holiday?”

Strade’s eyes scanned over the chat, laughing here and there as he read peoples responses. “I see you all noticed the new edition to the party. Ren, (Name), why don’t you give the nice people watching at home a smile?”

Refusing to acknowledge his deluded request, you kept your eyes to the floor, focusing on anything else but the situation you were in. Your legs ached from your balancing act, the impression of the cold cage bars long since deeply engraved in your skin. You grimaced when you tried to reposition them, the bastard could have at least thrown a towel in here for you.

Strade responded to a few more ‘questions’ before releasing a low whistle. “Hey now,” he chided, his voice holding a warning edge to it “I’m happy to share my cute pets with you, but some things only I get to see, yeah? Get your minds out of the gutter, the requests for the day aren’t for them, they’re for our latest catch.”

Strade scratched the back of his head, looking towards you with an amused twinkle in his eye.  “I think you two may be a bigger hit then our new friend! A little rude to our guest, but I can’t say I blame the masses.” He gave an exaggerated shrug, laughing a bit as he shook his head. “But enough talk. Let’s get this party started, shall we?”

He made his way over to his tool wall, his finger trailing the varying allotment of devices he owned. He stopped briefly, looking back towards the camera with lidded eyes. “So what are you guys feeling? Should we bust out our old friend the drill, or maybe something a bit more colorful, like the new handsaw I purchased the other day?”

The captive began to struggle with renewed intensity against their binds, thrashing about in a final attempt of escape. Their cries for help turned into wailing screeches, screaming and cursing as loud as they could muster in the hope that someone would magically hear them and come to their rescue. You hissed under your breath angrily, wishing they had never been caught, wishing they could spend Christmas with their family, wishing they would just shut up, wishing this would all end.

“Ohhh, we got a lively one~” Strade purred, grabbing a tomahawk off a nearby hook as he eyed chat, “and I agree with the majority here, it’s best to start off slow. Let’s begin with some little stuff and work up to the main event, really taking our time to enjoy this wonderful moment together.” He eyed the tool in his hand, picking at a remainder of a price tag that stuck stubbornly to the handle. “You may not believe me, but I only purchased this little guy to help with some pesky overgrowth in my yard, not to use on my company. Guess it can’t hurt to test out its sharpness and strength beforehand though, can it?”

Your heart palpitated as Strade stalked his way over to his cornered victim, mutely praying that some act of god would occur that would keep them from being decimated. He towered over them, thoughtfully musing on where he wanted to begin, what part of their body he wanted to mutilate first. He absent mindedly tossed the tomahawk from one hand to the next as he considered his plan of attack, sizing up his prey as if they were nothing more than a slab of meat. You struggled briefly against your binding in last ditch effort to shield yourself you from the ‘show’. But like a cruel child jabbing their fingers into you when you weren’t paying them enough attention to them, the spikes gave you a torturous reminder of the position you had been assigned to play in this performance.

Oddly enough, the stab of the protrusions didn’t hurt nearly as much as they did before. Maybe your body was adapting to the cruelties Strade subjugated it to, or maybe you were finally becoming desensitized to everything you had been forced to experience.  Maybe someday it would get to the point where you could be completely unfeeling, like a robot just going through the motions as Strade lived out his wicked life, you forcefully in tow. It was almost a comforting thought, whatever adjustments your body and soul had to make to assure your continued survival, so be it.

However, if the pit forming in your stomach and sweat drenching your brow as you watched Strade inch closure and closure to his victim was any indicator, you were sure something inside of you would always hold on to amity, reminding you just how painfully human you were, heart-breaking empathy and all.

‘I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry,’ you chanted in your head, fresh tears carving slick trails down your cheeks when Strade kick their leg, digging the heel of their boot harshly into their stab wound. Bright red bloomed around the fabric covering the wound, their screams growing gravelly the longer they strained their vocal cords. You did your best to hold back the worst of your sobs, rogue sniffles and hiccups escaping despite your best efforts. If there was an afterlife, you hoped that theirs was full of nothing but warmth, peace, and all the things they love. It was the least they deserved for this.

You were vaguely aware of Ren repositioning himself next to you, his head nestling against your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you, shielding you slightly in an almost protective manner. Pressed so close, you could feel that he was shivering, his heart beating a mile a minute as it thrummed against your skin. Whether it was from fear, excitement, or both, you were unable to say.

Strade turned around, giving you one last mirthful glance as he readied his tomahawk over the toes of his captive’s right foot.  Though they squirmed intensely, he held a death grip on the limb, keeping them from breaking free. “Make sure to pay close attention now,” desire radiated from his demeanor, voice husky as narrowed eyes briefly roved your restrained form “and don’t feel too neglected over there, I’ll make sure to save some of the fun juuust for you once I finish with our pal over here.”

His eyes darted to the camera, shooting it a look of mock sympathy “For my eyes only of course, you all understand right? Thank you for being here friends, and Frohe Weihnachten für mich!~”

He slammed the blade down. A blood curdling scream erupted from the center of the room as their toes disconnected from the rest of their foot, signaling the beginning of their end.

And you sat like a statue, cold and rigid as your unwilling eyes bore witness to each act of savagery.

[readyplayerhobi]

Drabble Prompt!

MC and her best friend/boyfriend were supposed to have a picnic outside, but when they got there, it started to pour. In an attempt to turn the day around, [member] convinces MC to enjoy the rain (maybe even dance a little?).

Okay but...can we agree we're here for the pining? I've modified this a little but...the inspiration is this soft boi below 🥺

Best friend!Jungkook x reader

"I'm here! With kimbap and beer."

"Great! I'm in the kitchen, making your fave." You call out to your best friend, hearing him kicking off his shoes before the soft shuffle of his socked feet down the hallway.

"Jjigae?" Jungkook asks excitedly, his already big eyes even bigger in question whilst his lips purse into a gentle pout. The sheer innocence in his face makes you smile, even as you shake your head.

"No, how would we take that on a picnic with us? It'd be cold by the time we got there." You chide softly, grinning at he groans and let's himself flop onto the surface of the kitchen island next to you. His chin length is looking extra poofy today, and you know that he's probably run his fingers through it a million times since it dried after a shower.

"We're only going to the park, it's not that far." Jungkook whines, turning his head until his chin is laid on his crossed arms. The black t-shirt he's wearing is baggy, as usual, and let's you see his sleeve of tattoos. They'd originally been mostly black and white, but he'd been adding vibrant colour to them lately.

"Still. No, I'm making sandwiches. Boring, but reliable. There's some snack sausages in the fridge too, if you wanna eat them now." Gesturing to the fridge, you continue to finish making the aforementioned sandwiches.

Jungkook, as expected, dives into the pack of meaty goodness eagerly whilst he waits, his butt now firmly on a stool. Occasionally, he feeds you one when he feels like sharing.

You'd just finished slicing the sandwiches into squares to make sure they can fit in the container, when you hear a faint rumbling. Frowning once more, you tilt your head to the side and listen a bit more intently. It takes another minute or so, but there's another rumble of what is unmistakably thunder.

Abandoning the kitchen, and ignoring Jungkook's noise of confusion, you head into the living room and look out the window. There's no window in your kitchen, given the layout of your apartment.

"God dammit!" You curse, running a hand over your cheek before swearing some more.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook asks, coming up behind you before pausing and taking in the same sight you were. "Oh...shit. I didn't know there was gonna be a storm, it was fine earlier."

"Well, we can't go have a picnic now. Not unless we want to get drenched and possibly electrocuted." Now you're the one pouting, and you don't notice the adoring smile on Jungkook's face before he reaches out and squeezes your cheeks.

"Cute," He murmurs, making your stomach flutter. "And it's okay, we can have an inside picnic. Besides, it means we can finally catch up on our shows. We're way behind and I have to almost beat Jimin up to make sure he doesn't spoil anything."

"But I..." Jungkook raises one, well defined brow and you know that he's won.

Not that there'd even been an argument, but he'd always win. Something he knew, as well.

"Fine, make the living room comfy then. If I can't eat out in the fresh air then I want to at least feel like I'm being eaten by the sofa." You whine before heading into the kitchen to grab the food and drinks.

Jungkook acknowledges your request as he watches you go, fondness and a bigger, much deeper emotion, making his eyes soft while he smiles gently. If he could, he'd go out and fight those clouds for ruining your excitement, but he's not got any supernatural powers.

Turning to the sofas, he takes a deep breath before starting the task you'd given him. No, he can't fight the clouds, but he can hopefully make you feel happy again.

The storm doesn't bother him, as he knows that he's already happy. He's with you - how could he not be?

[apocalypticavolition]

Let's (re)Read The Eye of the World! Chapter 34: The Last Village

Once again I find myself obligated to warn woolheads about spoilers. If you haven't read the entirety of the series, don't stick around. I will spoil the shit out of everything. I might even spoil stuff in this very paragraph for a laugh, so you need to stop now and flee! Well, okay, not this paragraph. That would be mean. But maybe the next one, or the one after that!

This chapter starts up with the Trolloc triptych symbol. In this case it represents the Fade that pursues the boys in Carysford, as there aren't actually any Trollocs in this chapter. So I guess this icon can occasionally mean Shadowspawn in general, though it might just be early installment weirdness.

He wondered if his whole sense of time was getting skewed. Only three nights since Howal Gode and Four Kings, two since Paitr had surprised them in Market Sheran. Just a bare day since the nameless Darkfriend woman tried to kill them in the stable of The Queen’s Man, but even that seemed a year ago, or a lifetime.

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.

Guess what, Jordan? You played yourself. Your timeline's wrong! Assuming we count this current evening as night 1, then the fever night is 2 and sure Paitr works, but then we have the night at the inn before him as 3 and the night in the rain immediately following Gode as 4. Maybe if you hadn't written the sequence in a pointlessly confusing fashion, it would have been easier to keep track of.

Thank fuck we never have to deal with this nonsense again.

“Two paces to the span,” he muttered. “A thousand spans to the mile, four miles to the league. . . . I’m not walking another ten paces unless there’s a place to sleep at the end of it.

Ah yes, this is going to be an infodumping chapter, so here's Jordan establishing that the metric system is long gone.

“If there aren’t a hundred Darkfriends waiting for us down the road, or a Fade or two.” There was silence for a moment, then Mat said, “I think we’re the last ones left, Rand.” He sounded frightened. “Whatever it’s all about, it’s just us two, now. Just us.”

Seriously, is this knife more about magically imparting paranoia and mistrust, or just despair? Because Mat's been more consistently convinced of everyone being dead than much else.

“Where are you bound?” Mat called. “Why, Caemlyn, for to see the Dragon,” the fellow shouted back without stopping. He raised an eyebrow at the blankets and saddlebags hanging from their shoulders, and added, “Just like you.” With a laugh he went on, his eyes already seeking eagerly ahead.

Silly man, you wanna see the Dragon you need to stop and chill with this duo. Caemlyn only has a false dragon.

Once Rand misjudged a driver’s whip, just by the length of the tip. Clapping his hand to the shallow gash over his eyebrow, he swallowed hard to keep from vomiting at how close it had come to his eye. The driver smirked at him. With his other hand he grabbed Mat, to stop him nocking an arrow.

Oh, and murder. That's the other thing the dagger seems to inspire in Mat. Frankly, I support it.

The captain’s scowl deepened as he caught sight of Rand and Mat, standing in the road nearby. He gestured down the road with a steel-backed gauntlet. “Get on with you, or I’ll have you in for blocking traffic.”

That's an interesting threat. Laws against idleness and wandering are pretty old, they date back to the 1400s in England and I wouldn't be surprised to learn of earlier examples in other nations. But blocking traffic specifically is an odd one, in no small part because they're two pedestrians on a large road and can't possibly be blocking much. Maybe the captain's just using shorthand, but I wonder if he's not just threatening the bumpkins to make them move along when he doesn't have any legal right to shoo them off the road. Not that, as a cop, he wouldn't arrest them and beat their skulls in anyway, just that he might be going, "Boo!" at the small children more than anything.

The night thickened, relieved only a bit by scant moonlight. Mat’s burst of energy faded, and his complaints started up again. Aching knots formed in Rand’s calves. He told himself he had walked further in a hard day working on the farm with Tam, but repeat it as often as he would, he could not make himself believe it. Gritting his teeth, he ignored the aches and pains and would not stop.

Again, Jordan is really good at descriptions of physical exhaustion. It's delightful.

Skin prickling, Rand watched the shape moving off in the night. He did not know why, but his uneasiness seemed to follow that one, a vague tingling in the back of his neck and the hair stirring on his arms as if he had suddenly realized something was sneaking up on him. With a quick shake of his head, he rubbed his arms briskly.

Rand's Shadowspawn sense seems to have developed nicely, since he's upset about this dude for a whole page before he finally gets proof that the man's a Fade.

He paused, then went on as if he thought he had to explain further. “He’s from Four Kings. Looking for a couple of thieves. Young men. They stole a heron-mark sword from him.”

It's really funny to me that the two chapters where Rand's sword gets him unwanted attention are the two where it isn't the chapter icon. It's just because he's not thinking about Tam with it, but it's interesting that the sword matters as a source of internal conflict, not external.

“You sound almost as if you know them to look at.” “I’ll know them when I see them,” Holdwin said confidently.

Last time I said Paitr was getting info from TAR, but it does seem as though Fades are the primary mechanism at this point. That said, Holdwin's confidence that he'd know the boys on sight suggests that there is still a subconscious mechanism of info dissemination.

“If the Queen’s Guards can’t keep the road safe this close to Caemlyn, then we’re none of us safe even in our own beds. If you ask me, one thing the Guards could do to make sure the roads are safe would be clap that friend of yours in irons. Sneaking around in the dark, afraid to let anybody get a look at him. Can’t tell me he’s not up to no good.”

Dear old Almen Bunt. He's absolutely right. The Queen's Guards can't keep the road safe this close to Caemlyn - there's a Fade walking the streets! - and no one is safe anywhere. Frankly, the Shadow would have had a much better shot of winning the conflict if it had just ordered the Myrdraal to spend the Third Age warping from shadow to shadow, ganking anyone in arm's reach, and hoping that by the end of the age humanity is too depressed to keep fighting. Course, the Dark One probably has tried that a few times and it probably doesn't work all the same.

“So you two are going to Caemlyn. To see the Dragon, eh?” ... “The false Dragon,” Rand said with emphasis.

Rand doesn't even know he's the real deal yet and he's already insisting no one respect the imitators.

Well, wait till you see it. The greatest city in the world. Oh, I’ve heard all about Illian and Ebou Dar and Tear and all—there’s always some fool thinks a thing is bigger and better just because it’s off somewheres over the horizon—but for my money, Caemlyn is the grandest there is.

The fun thing is, even with the expanded knowledge of the world we have, Bunt is still pretty much right. Caemlyn, for all of Andor's Two Rivers-related flaws, is probably the best capital city to live in. Andor doesn't hate the peasantry or channelers like so many other nations do, the monarchy is strong enough to keep the peace, it's not at constant risk of Trolloc invasion, and it's not Tar Valon where the Black Ajah are headquartered. It's also not Rhuidean, which is fancier but presently abandoned, nor Seandar or Shara's unknown capital which double down on slavery and other hideous crimes against human rights.

There's a reason that Caemlyn is an important site in the Last Battle - and why even now we have the teleportation systems being set up to justify it being potentially under threat despite its distance from the Blight. Its devastation is an echo of the fall of Manetheren and other Trolloc War-era cities.

Another Aes Sedai. If . . . when Moiraine got to Caemlyn, she might well go to a sister Aes Sedai. If the worst happened, this Elaida might help them reach Tar Valon. 

Oh she'll help you get to Tar Valon alright. And seriously, Bunt is on a roll. Elaida is the worst Aes Sedai advisor a woman could possibly have and she should be sent home. Not Tar Valon, just home. Forever.

Send the Daughter-Heir off to Tar Valon to study with the Aes Sedai, and the eldest son off to study with the Warders. I believe in tradition, I do, but look what it got us last time. Luc dead in the Blight before he was ever anointed First Prince of the Sword, and Tigraine vanished—run off or dead—when it came time for her to take the throne.

Of course, Bunt can't be right about everything! Tigraine going to Tar Valon to study was the most important thing that happened in the span of human events, even if Luc had to suffer for it. Like I said, this is the infodump chapter - Bunt has opinions on everything.

Brought Cairhien into the plotting before he was done, and you know how that ended. The Tree chopped down, and black-veiled Aiel coming over the Dragonwall. Well, he got himself decently killed after he’d fathered Elayne and Gawyn, so there’s an end to it,

This is about the only hint we get as to why Laman chopped down the Tree, and I'm just fascinated as to what bizarre set of events led from, "Help Taringail end up wed to whoever becomes Queen," to "Destroy a priceless treasure that only brought the nation prosperity even if you ignore the threat of devastation from the neighbors getting pissed you metaphorically spat in their faces". What happened there? Would Jordan have ever answered that question in the prequels? Had he originally intended to answer it in Elayne's arc beforehand?

“The Queen is wed to the land,” Thom said as brightly colored balls danced in a circle, “but the Dragon . . . the Dragon is one with the land, and the land is one with the Dragon.”

More for Caemlyn being the grandest, most important city - the Queen who is wed to the Dragon is Andor's queen.

“At least. . . .” Mat yawned, cracking his jaws. “At least you got some sleep.” There was little sympathy in his bleary eyes. He was huddled under his cloak, with his blanketroll doubled up beneath his head. “He talked all bloody night.”

Mat's head is now swimming with all sorts of fascinating factoids about the Trakands, Damodreds, and Mantears, plus probably a comprehensive history of Hawkwing's empire and even Coremanda from the Compact. Little does he know that from here on out he'll be able to figure out the answer to virtually every question about the backstory that he or the others will have all the way to the Last Battle - but in a cruel twist of fate he will of course lose all of this knowledge once he's cured of his current dagger fixation.

Ah well, we've made it to Caemlyn, and so next time we'll be starting the next chapter: Caemlyn, when Rand and Mat explore the city of Caemlyn! Caemlyn.

[wardenparker]

Sassenach and the Spaniard - ch 5

Pero Tovar x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Delirious with sickness and near to death, Pero Tovar finds himself on the doorstep of a village outsider who nurses him back to health just before the winter snows descend. With a black cat for company, a mask on her face, and a biting wit that intrigues him, Pero comes to find out that his new companion is more than what she seems.  ✨  Inspired and influenced by Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series. ✨ Reader is described as disabled and having hair long enough to cover part of her face.

Rating: Explicit!  Word Count: 15k Warnings: **Blanket warnings for this fic include cursing, food mentions, references to previous sexual assault (multiple characters).** Masturbation (m and f), accidental exhibitionism, nudity, hair pulling, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering, biting, vaginal sex, unprotected sex. Confessions! And a little something at the end that I won’t spoil 👀✨ Summary: A heavy storm locks you inside the cabin with Pero, but there is no shortage of pleasurable ways with which you can pass the time. Notes: Thanks to everyone for your kind words last week, I’m feeling much better and powering ahead in life and in creativity. Remember how we said last chapter that it was about the yearning and the tension? Well, the wait did *not* last long!

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4

Finding sleep is difficult with so much on your mind, but the old trick of basically lying still with your eyes closed and pretending to be asleep until you actually get there usually works for you, so you've been lying in bed under two blankets and the new hide trying desperately to fall asleep for what is probably an hour by now. It's much colder tonight than it has been and the snow is coming in sheets outside. The wind whips but doesn't come through the cracks in the window quite as much since Pero stuffed the open spaces with moss last week, but even thinking his name makes you wish you could just fall asleep already. He's barely four feet away in front of the fire and he's still all you can think about. If only you could just drift off...

You have been quiet for a long time, surely you must be asleep. Pero has lain quietly, willing you to sleep so he can take care of the incredible need he has. Since the conversations he had earlier, all he can think about is you – under him, taking him. Quietly, he reaches under the blankets you provided and unlaces his breaches and pulling his throbbing cock out, a small groan escaping his lips.

You barely manage to keep your eyes from popping open when you hear it, instead squeezing them even more tightly shut. That sound is unmistakable, but you can't believe you're hearing it in this space. Is he...? You swallow the lump in your throat and stay silent as the grave so as not to let him know that you're awake. Whatever does or does not happen between you, you don't need the awkwardness of him finding out that you have heard him.

He wants it wetter, imagining your cunt around his cock. you are still quiet and so he lets go of his cock, reach up so he can spit in his hand. Hissing when he wraps his hand around his cock again, he starts stroking himself a bit more eagerly.

Hearing him spit in his hand nearly makes you groan. Honest desire is about the sexiest thing in the world and the slick sound of his hand around his cock is going straight to your cunt as you listen with your eyes tightly closed.

It the low light of the night, the embers barely making a shadow over the walls. Soon he will have to build it back up, but for now, in the relative darkness – he whispers your name. Not Sassenach, the one you had murmured to him only once before. The one he had tucked into his heart and committed to memory the moment he discovered it was your scar that he bore. He whispers it to the dark as he works his hand up and down his length.

Did he just? Your eyes snap open but thankfully you’re facing away - facing the wall to be precise - and he can’t see your face. He’s thinking about you while he jerks off? Holy fucking shit…

He continues to work himself, thinking about the things that both drive him crazy and delights him about you. Which seems to be every damn thing that you do. Imagining using his mouth on you like you had talked about and hearing you cry out his name in your sweet voice... Pero groans your name again, closing his eyes.

The sounds he makes. God you could die a happy, horny woman in this moment. Instead of dying, though, you mentally throw up your hands and allow yourself to revel in it – snaking your own hand silently down to your now aching pussy. Dipping your fingertips in your dripping hole gets them plenty slick enough to rub your clit in time with the sound of his self-pleasure.

It's wrong, so very wrong. To be jerking off on your floor while he murmurs your name after you have given him a place to stay. Offered him a life that he still couldn't imagine. Still he cannot stop, rocking his hips up into his hand, hisses as he tightens his grip.

Not a sound comes from your bed even as your mouth hangs open, fingers rubbing your clit almost feverishly as he ramps up his own efforts on himself. There isn’t a hint of guilt, since you know he’s thinking of you, but there is a nagging and intense curiosity. You’re desperate to know what he feels like now that you know how he sounds.

“Mierda.” He grunts quietly, the pressure building, and he feels way that his balls are pulling up tight to his body. The scrap of a cloth he had snatched from your sewing basket is what he uses, covering his cock while he spurts ropes of cum into it. Moaning quietly through gritted teeth.

Listening to him moan and grunt through his end is gorgeous. It makes your whole body clench in the best way and just a second later your own orgasm is heralded by a tightness and tingling in your core right before the floodgates open. The blood in your ears is pounding so hard that you don’t hear the way you choke on your breath slightly – the only sound to slip past your lips.

Pero freezes, his ears straining to hear any other sounds from your bed. Praying to God that you have not woken up and heard him.

Sleep is nearly instantaneous and so wonderfully sweet that you barely pull your fingers from between your thighs before drifting off. All you can hope is that your dreams will be more of the same.

The soft snore that comes from you makes him relax. Cleaning himself up quickly, he tucks his cock as and crawls over to the wood to put more on the coals. The temperature has dropped and still plunging lower, he wants to make sure you are warm.

******

You wake up before he does in the morning, sneaking around to stoke the fire against the dip the temperature took last night and getting the morning pot of porridge on the fire before going into your stores to find the last of the fresh rosemary that has not quite dried yet. The strong scent will mask the smell of cum on your fingers until you can have a proper bath and wash everything away.

He groans quietly, burrowed into his blanket and curled in on himself. It had gotten cold last night, but he didn’t want to burn too much wood, so he had just toughed it out.

Feeling a little too affectionately toward him to tease this morning, you let Pero wake in his own time. When he is finally starting to sit up breakfast is almost ready, and you have been sitting and petting Binx since almost the second you got dressed. The storm is still raging – there will be no walks or leisure outside at all today.

“Mierda.” Pero hisses with a shiver as he climbs to his feet and moves towards the fire. “It has gotten cold.” He huffs.

“We have nothing to do but stay inside today,” you tell him, motioning toward the cottage’s few windows. “The snow is fierce and heavy.”

“That is good for us.” He insists. “We will melt the snow for the bath. And since there is nothing to do, you can linger as long as you like.”

“You could have one too, if you wanted.” The part of you that touched yourself to the sounds of his self-pleasure wants to offer to share the bath, or maybe throw your legs open in the water and let him watch how you touch yourself. Anything to find out if last night was sincere or just a fluke.

"I will bathe after you do." It's practical, using the same water. And it's not intimate, at least it wasn't before now. He has had to share water in public bath houses many times. Right now, though, even if he had jerked off just hours ago before he slept, his cock twitches at the thought of your naked body soft and wet.

“Good then.” What else is there really to say? You have a near-perfect visual in your head for how he will look in the bath since you stripped and washed him while he was sick. You may not remember the exact shade of golden skin that lies under his clothing, but you certainly remember how thick his cock is.

The tension that was there yesterday is still hanging in the air. He can’t quite put his finger on it, but it’s there. Heavy and thick. He groans again, stretching the sleep away from his limbs as he tries to tell himself that he’s imagining things.

Don’t react to that sound, you tell yourself sternly, but end up biting your lip despite yourself. Today is going to be just impossible – all because he doesn’t know that you want to drag him into your bed and show him exactly how good things can be.

Pero relaxes slightly and hums. “As the snow builds, the cottage will be more insulated.” He offers, shivering slightly. “But the next two days are going to be bitterly cold.”

“We will do what we must.” The fleeting thought of having him in your bed crashes through your mind again, but you tamp it down as best as you can. “Snow can be made into hot drinks as much as we need.”

“It will be made into your bath.” He reminds you. “I will collect it to get to the horse and your chicken.”

“I will be a much better smelling companion in a little while’s time,” you joke, trying to stop your mind from immediately making every single thing he says into something suggestive. The thought of washing your hair, though? That does make you sigh happily.

“You are always sweet smelling.” Pero blurts out before he can even think to stop himself. The scent of sweet herbs clings to you as well as something he can’t quite identify. It had driven him crazy over the weeks and he wants to burrow his nose against your skin and drink your scent in until it’s etched into his memory.

“You flatter me.” And because of that you really just can’t make goddamn eye contact with him this morning. It’s not knowing that he jerked off thinking about you that makes you shy, of course not. It’s the same damn compliment you would get for using literally any Bath & Body Works product.

“I tell the truth.” He huffs, rolling his eyes slightly. “Used to smelling sweaty men and horse shit.” He grins. “You smell like flowers and something spicy.”

“The truth can still be flattery.” You point out, trying not to look too pleased. The soap blend you use is one that you made yourself to avoid the horrible lye soaps of the time. “Come…we should break our fast.”

Nodding, he follows you over to the table and sits down. He watches when you lean over to spoon up the porridge. "You should tie your hair back." He murmurs. "It will be easier for you."

“I—” Keeping your hair over your eye has been habit the entire time he has been with you, even while you wore the mask. The idea of protecting him from being forced to look at your shared scar had dug into your mind very deeply. “I will wear the mask, then,” you murmur, setting the pot down on the table.

"Why?" He doesn't know why you are hiding from him, but he knows that is what you are doing. Reaching out when you go to move away, he captures your hand gently and tugs you back. "Why do you hide yourself?"

Claiming that you aren’t would be a fairly useless lie, and you end up sighing quietly. “It is bad enough that I have forced you to live with this,” you say finally, motioning to your useless eye and the scar across it. “I would not force you to look on it day and night.”

Pero scoffs, rolling his eyes and tugging on your hand again to have you look at him as he stands. Reaching up, he brushes your hair back and his thumb traces the bottom of the scar gently, feeling the mottled skin that is echoed on his own face. "Mirar a una mujer hermosa no es una dificultad." Looking at a beautiful woman is not a difficulty He murmurs in his own tongue. "It is a mark of courage and will to survive."

You really could just fucking break down and cry right there, but yesterday was full of too many tears and he didn’t seem to react well to them, so you hang on to composure with all of your might despite the riotous way your heart is beating. A small nod against his hand is the best gesture you can offer that doesn’t seem overactive, but it’s also not big enough. Not enough to say thank you for the permission to just exist that he has given you which you never give yourself. For something ‘big enough’, your body seems to act all on its own – leaning forward to press a kiss to his marred cheek before you can stop yourself.

For a man who has lived through what he has, seen what he has, he's stunned. Rooted to the spot right where he stands by a simple kiss. Especially since he has had much more involved ones with you. This one is one of thanks, for what he doesn't know, but it makes him burn. He stands there for a long moment before he turns and moves over to the table where he had been working on the hides, picking up a leather string to give to you. To tie your hair back. "Show your strength proudly, hermosa."

******

The morning moves easily after that. The tension between you doesn’t rise but it never dissipates, smiles and flirtatious remarks punctuating your time together instead of loaded sexual comments. He calls you hermosa twice more and you swear you could melt, feeling like you’ve hit schoolgirl crush levels of giddiness without trying.

When Pero opens the door, the snow is knee high. Making him click his tongue and huff as he grabs the buckets you have. It will be difficult to break the path between the cottage and the barn, but it is better to do it now than when the snow is higher. "Get your kettle ready.” He warns as he looks over his shoulder.

“We can fill the cauldron as well.” The suggestion almost makes you grin. Even after years, you still love the aesthetic of brewing in a cauldron. “You can see your bruja at work.”

He huffs and shakes his head. "If you can turn water into wine, I will get on my knees for you." He teases as he closes the door.

“Guess I should try.” Grinning at the closed door, you shake your head as you move around the cottage. “It might be worth it.”

Bucket after bucket is brought back into the cottage as he works. Gathering several at a time before he opens the door, knowing that every time he is letting more cold into the room. Although the fire is roaring, he does not wish for you to be more uncomfortable than you need to be, finding the buckets empty when he goes to trade them as you start to fill your kettle and cauldron with the quickly melting snow.

The bathtub is much larger than it looks, you find quickly. Every cauldron of water that heats to steaming is poured in so that the great, heavy pot can be refilled with snow, and you find yourself longing for a bubble bath with a glass of scotch and a romance novel before the thing is half full. It will feel like heaven to be clean again – truly clean – and you’re so grateful that he was able to catch that second deer. To trade it for something as luxurious as a bathtub is extravagant, but fuck is it going to feel good. Some dried flower buds go in, perfuming the water with scents that would not taste good but smell wonderful, and you sigh happily. This might be the first snowstorm you’ve enjoyed in years.

Pero pants, working in the snow as he finally reaches the barn. He is sweating, can feel the heat warm his body even as the extremities are colder. He will check on the animals and gather more wood to bring inside along with the snow. Eager to sit in a hot bath with the fire roaring and even more, he would like to catch a glimpse of you at your bath.

******

It’s almost another hour before Pero returns, and you had decided that undressing and getting into the bath before he returned would be gentler to both of you than having to shield him from a striptease inside the small cottage. The clean set of clothes from your trunk is laid out in the edge of your bed and Binx is snoozing away in the spot of winter sun illuminating your worktable, making the whole place quite tranquil when he opens the door one last time to come back inside for good.

Bare shoulders are the first thing that he sees when he walks into the cottage, immediately making his eyes widen before he realizes he should look away. That he should give you privacy. It makes him turn his back slowly, dragging his gaze away as he slides the bar back down over the door. While he did not worry about man bursting in, the wind could blow the door open and send icy snow inside, so it was best to have it barricaded.

“How are the animals?” Treating it as conversationally as if you were sitting doing any random chore, you take the wash rag – a new one, you couldn’t find your old one with your sewing things – from the side of the tub and begin to wash your legs under the water.

"They are fine, I broke the ice on the water trough and made sure there was plenty of hay." He chuckles. "Your hen was sitting on the horse's back." He moves towards the bedding that had been moved so the tub could sit in the warmest spot.

“Karen is fond of softness and warmth.” It’s the dumbest possible name for a hen, but the plume on the bird’s head had reminded you of the infamous Karen haircut and it made you laugh to scold the creature when she clucked at you as if you could possibly have a manager. “I will not take much longer. And there is a new cauldron of snow heating to make your bath hot.”

"Take your time." Pero insists. "I am not in a rush. Linger and enjoy it." He can hear the splashing and imagines your wet form, closing his eyes slightly as he tries to determine what your tits would look like bare. "It is a long day and we have all of it."

“Some of the salted venison is in a bowl of snow to become dinner tonight,” you tell him, still going about washing yourself fairly efficiently despite being told to take your time. “I thought to roast it in a way you might not have eaten before. You may like it, since you like spice.” It isn’t as though you’re trying to seduce him with a romantic meal – something that seems both unnecessary and a little odd under the circumstances – but you wanted to do something nice for him since he worked hard to get you this tub. “A year ago a merchant from Calabria came through with foods from his homeland and he had spicy peppers with him, so I bought as many as I possibly could. There are still a few left.”

Pero grunts and practically licks his lips at the prospect of a spicy meal. "I am sure it will be warming." He has to tell himself not to look over his shoulder at you, sitting in the tub and scrubbing at your skin. "We will warm some ale to go with it."

“Actually…” you glance over your own shoulder only to see the very deliberate way he is facing away from you with tight shoulders, like he’s having to force himself to behave. You nearly snicker, but keep it to yourself. “And you ever had truly cold ale? I know it will not fight the cold, but it is delicious.”

"I have not." He frowns slightly at the idea of cold ale. "It would be better when it is hot outside, no?"

“Yes.” A cold beer at a concert even during a Florida summer was a thing of beauty and it makes you sigh wistfully. “But sometimes just having something delicious is enough.”

"Then I will put the ale outside in the snow." You seem to want it, and he is finding that it is hard to deny you things that you want. He moves over to take the small cask off the table under the window to do just that.

“Thank you for indulging me.” It’s bitter cold for just a moment while he nestles the ale in a snowbank but he is back again in no time and the door is barred once more.

He chuckles quietly, keeping his dirty thoughts to himself about how else he could indulge you. Instead, he keeps his eyes on the fire as he creeps closer to it in order to throw some more logs on the fire and build back up the warmth for you.

“Be careful,” you bite back a giggle seeing how aggressively he is not looking anywhere near you. “One of us has already lost half their sight. You should not sacrifice yours too.”

He huffs and rolls his eyes, hearing your teasing tone. "Would you rather I stare?" He asks, as he stokes the fire and feeds it. "Make you uncomfortable?"

“I…” It’s definitely not going to make you uncomfortable. Horny, maybe. But not uncomfortable. “You are allowed to look at me, Pero.” You’re probably digging your libido’s grave, but so be it. After last night, you’re not about to deny him.

"When you are dressed." He huffs, trying not to turn his head to look at you. "Not while you are in your bath and vulnerable."

The smile that brings to your lips is small and shy – not disappointed at all. More like…impressed. “There is more than one way to be a good man, cariño. I will remind you of this next time you claim to be otherwise.”

His shoulders round slightly, flustered at the praise. And especially the endearment. “You are my soulmate.” He grunts after a moment, as if it explains all.

“Yes.” You hum, dipping your head back into the water to speak your hair. “Thank goodness.”

“You—” His head whips around to face you and catches an eyeful of your tits pushed high as you wet your hair. “Mierda.” He hisses and looks quickly back at the fire. “You are pleased I am your soulmate?” He asks, completely puzzled to why you would be thankful that you are soulmates.

“Pero…” You giggle a little at his reaction, finding it just fully amusing that he’s being so virtuous when last night he was moaning your name. “I trusted you enough to tell you my story after only a few days. And then I asked you to come back with me. I would not have done that if I—” If I didn’t have feelings for you. “If I did not think so well of you.”

He feels guilty. Guilty that he had tugged on his cock and whispered your name in the dark. Guilty that he cannot help the way his cock twitches and hardens while you are bathing, bathing. It should not make him burn as badly as it does. Gulping, he nods, trying to find the words to respond to that. "I think of you— well." He manages.

The part of you that is truly a ball buster wants to tell him that you know exactly how well, but that would only spoil the moment. “I am glad.” Is what you tell him instead, and simply reach for your soap to wash your hair.

The silence isn't heavy, but it falls between the two of you. The only sounds the very intimate ones of your bath. Pero bites his lip, hot from the fire and from the heat of his attraction but he does not move a fraction of an inch away from the small groans you give as you lather your hair.

The water is nearly cold by the time you reach over the side of the bath for the length of cloth you use as a towel. Your fingers are pruned and you’ve scrubbed every inch of your skin, giving you the most satisfying clean you’ve felt in…years, probably. “I’m getting out.” You tell him, wondering if he’ll continue to avert his eyes, and figuring he deserves the respect of a warning if he is trying to be respectful.

"Okay." Pero croaks out, biting his lip as he sees you stand out of the corner of his eye. Why had he thought he could be in the same cottage as you while you bathe? He huffs and tries to get a grip on himself, feeling his cock hardening.

It isn’t difficult to maneuver around him, wrapping yourself up in your towel and drying off just enough that you won’t soak through your chemise when you pull it over your head. Years of changing in large tents at summer camp or in gym locker rooms has helped you know how to do this quickly and easily, but that doesn’t mean you don’t thoroughly enjoy the way he’s struggling with his thread of self-control as you tie yourself into your stockings and stays, and then pull on the woolen tunic dress that keeps you properly clothed. You know you’ll be struggling just as hard once he’s the one who is naked, but for now it’s a nice little boost to your ego to know he wants you.

Shuffling to his feet, Pero can't hide the tent in his breeches as he moves to draw out a few buckets of water to reheat and add the water that is still in the cauldron to heat the bath back up. Giving him something to do that isn't staring at you.

“Take your time and enjoy.” His one spare set of clothes that had been protected in his saddle bags is out and ready for him and you set yourself down at your worktable to begin preparing supper. “As you say, we have plenty of time.”

He knows that, but he still spends more time heating up water than he needs to. Trying to give his body a chance to calm down but like the traitorous thing that it is, it does not. His cock strains against his breeches still when the steam curls up from the tub and it is probably hotter than he should have made it. Leaving him no option but to start stripping down.

You should be fine. The man was naked and unconscious for you-can’t-remember how long when he came to you and you stripped and washed him. You should be fine. But he was ill then, racked with it, and despite thinking he was well built you had forced yourself to ignore the rest. Since then? Since then you have been fully pressed against that body, and despite there having been clothing in the way those times you had imagined so much from it. The strength and breadth of him is undeniable — and puts him squarely in the category of full fucking three course meal as far as your attraction goes. So you did not need to accidentally glance up from your knife right as he was starting to unlace his breeches. No. No you definitely didn’t need the extra focus that it brought to the tented fabric. Jesus Christ he’s going to be the death of you, you think as you try not to squirm.

Pero has no issue with his nudity, he is not a prudish man. However, he is embarrassed that he is fully hard and unable to make it soften as he pulls his breeches down and steps out of them. His cock bobs as he moves, tenting his loose linen shirt before he is pulling it over his head to drop down onto the other clothes.

He was polite and respectful and didn’t leer, and you know you shouldn’t either. You know you shouldn’t. But the one tiny glimpse you get of Pero getting into the bath is unintentionally perfectly timed to give you a glimpse of his fully hard cock and you genuinely might just melt into the floor. It’s an utter miracle that you don’t make a sound, but you immediately avert your eye back to the mushrooms you were cutting. Do not imagine riding him in that tub. Do not do it…

Pero groans and hisses as he lowers himself into the tub, having to cup his cock and balls to keep from settling into the hot water too quickly for the sensitive flesh. Groaning again when he gets settled and can lean back in the hot water to relax. The perfumed water smells like you and it doesn't help the state of his aching cock.

“Bueno?” You have to clear your throat slightly, but the question comes out evenly enough.

"Bueno." Pero rasps out, leaning his head back to hang between his shoulder blades as his arms perch on the sides of the tub.

“It is a luxury.” From where you are sitting, all you can see is what is above the rim of the tub and you smile softly at his blissful expression. “But one we have now, thanks to you.”

"Worth giving up the meat and hide." He groans, feeling his muscles relax and his eyes close as he soaks.

"It will be good for you." With all the physical labor necessary in this time, a hot bath to let the tension out of his muscles is a very good thing from time to time. "Every time it snows, we will celebrate with a bath."

He chuckles and rolls his head over to look at the white out window. "We will stay very clean this winter I think." He jokes, settling a bit deeper in the water and groaning again. "Mierda."

"So much the better for us." You hum, returning to your work. "We will be the best smelling and cleanest outcasts the village has ever seen."

He huffs and shakes his head. "They are the ones that suffer from casting you aside, hermosa." Pero tells you, turning his head to look over at you at the table.

"I am grateful for the friendship of the few people that I care most about." Having Arwena be less afraid to come and see you has warmed your heart and made you miss Beth, seeing some undeniable similarities between the teenager and your best friend back home.

"You have friends back in your time?" He asks curiously. "People who will be missing your presence? Worrying about you?" He wants to know if you have a lover you left behind, but it is none of his business.

"Well, I can't say for sure what they're thinking or feeling, but...I think so." Laying down your knife again, you look at him curiously, trying to figure out what he's really asking. "I have a best friend. So close that I call her sister. A few friends at the place where I work. My family lives far away, but I try to see them once a year."

The idea of women living far from their parents without being wed is strange to him but he doesn't comment on it. Instead he watches as you carefully cut up the vegetables that you have in front of you. "My mother would have liked you." He murmurs. He smiles as he imagines his mother's reaction to having a soulmate like you.

"Oh?" Smiling curls the corners of your lips and you can feel your cheeks heat despite the chill outside. "My parents would like you, too."

He snorts and shakes his head. "No man likes the man his daughter sleeps with." He drolls, remembering the moaning of men in all the taverns he had visited, drowning their sorrows over their daughters leaving home.

"Then I guess you still have time before he'll hate you." You quip, shooting him a teasing smirk.

He flushes slightly, when he realizes how you took that comment. His cock twitching below the water and breaking the surface. "How much of a time difference is there between us?" He asks, suddenly needing to know.

"Um..." The question makes you cringe, not knowing how he will process it all. It is such a large difference. "I will not be born for almost one thousand years."

"Fuck." Pero blows out a breath and tries to imagine that amount of time. "So you obviously prefer older men." He grunts out.

The fit of giggles that pulls out of you is fully unexpected, but it's so very much a joke that Beth would make that you get a big extra laugh out of how little people have really changed over so much time. "I do, actually, but usually not this much older. I've made an exception for you."

"Why?" That is the question that has nagged at him. Eaten away at his thoughts. You are from a different time, a better time. Why would you choose him. "Is it because we wear the same marks?"

"Because—" His confusion definitely sticks a pin in your laughter, and you tilt your head at him slightly. "Because despite the two of us being so very far apart in time and space, we're still so similar." You tell him, when you can finally wrap your head around the thoughts you're trying to express. "We are stubborn, and passionate, and caring in similar ways. We have the same sense of humor and we love to tease each other. We fight but never end the day angry. We disagree but never let it stand in the way of sitting down to supper with smiles on our faces. You are such a good man but not in the ways you think you should be and so you won't ever believe it, just like I will never believe that I could deserve to be loved in the way I desperately want to be. Just because we were born a thousand years apart does not mean that we are any different as people. It...it might actually prove that people have always been the same in their hearts." You shake your head slightly, feeling the tightly wrapped hold he has on your heart as surely as you draw breath. "It is not because we wear the same marks, that I feel so strongly. But perhaps it helped me to admit it to myself more quickly than I would have otherwise."

"You deserve more than me." Pero admits, lifting a hand to silence you when you frown and open your mouth. "You do deserve more than what I can give you, that what any man can give you." He insists. "You are kind when you have every reason to be spiteful and cruel. You are giving when you should be selfish. You are strong and stubborn and yet you have a grace and goodness that cannot be taught, it is ingrained in your very soul." He takes a deep breath. "I am not worthy of a soulmate like you, but I am selfish enough that I will hold on tight to the gift I am given."

"I hope you do." Though neither of you are ready to say the words, the air around you hangs heavy with their meaning. For two people who were strangers bare weeks ago, you have come together so easily that you truly are certain that the universe was correct in putting you together. "Whatever ideas of our own worthiness we have, only you can determine what is right for you, and only I can know what is right for me. It just...is fortunate that we seem to agree with the universe's decision."

He smirks and shakes his head, lifting a brow as he looks around the cottage and then up at the roof. "It isn't like we have much of a choice right now." He teases. "You would have starved, and I would have frozen to death." He gives a shrug and sinks into the tub deeper. "Now you are warm and your belly is full and you can soak in a tub of hot water." He sends you a playful wink. "We apparently work well together."

"You would have been dead long before the first frost if not for me." Clicking your tongue at him is just playful teasing, but you do have to admit now that the idea of losing him tears at you in a way that you cannot articulate. "But I am glad that it was my cottage you happened upon and not anyone else's."

"I am too." He admits fondly, readily admitting that you had saved his life. "Even if you tried to poison me with that foul brew."

You snort, shaking your head at him as you pick your knife back up and go back to work. "Tease me about it more and I will make you drink it again," you warn, though the threat is entirely empty.

“Bleh.” Pero grimaces and shakes his head. “I will pass.” He picks up the soap that you had left by the tub and starts working up a lather with it to scrub his body clean.

Silence falls again, as he washes and you work, and before long you are setting a pot of venison, parsnips, mushrooms, carrots, and chilis on the fire to stew. It will be enough for multiple days, but this is something that you are certain he is going to like so you have put plenty of confidence into it. "That will take some hours," you tell him, trying not to peak at him in the bath. "But it will smell divine."

“What do you do while you wait?” He asks, sluicing off the soap from his skin and reaching for the bucket to wet his hair. “When you were alone before?”

"Talk to Binx. Perhaps sing to her. Sketch, if I have a spare surface." Paper is expensive in this time, but sometimes stretches of canvas or planks of wood have been surface for your mediocre artwork.

“What do you want to do now?” He asks, soaping up his hair to scrub clean. After doing that, he will trim the hair on his face again.

The honest answer to that is still ride him in the bath, but you shrug as innocently as you can and reach for the kettle of hot water which will make both of you hot cups of lavender tea. "I do not mind," you admit quietly. "We could sit in silence and I would still enjoy being next to you."

“It is going to be colder tonight.” Pero hums. Finding the weather to be a good topic is boring, but it’s safe. “We might have to stuff rags under the door.”

"We might." The suggestion sticks in your throat, wondering what he might think of you being so forward in a world where women are expected to submit and obey. At its core, though, you're really just thinking practically – even if it does have a few fringe benefits that you would both enjoy. "Or we could use your mattress to block the cold...and we could share the bed?"

Pero drops the soap into the water. “Shit.” He hisses, scrambling to find it. “That— that would be— uh, yes.” He nods, not wanting to sound like an idiot and failing miserably. “Warm. We would be warm.”

"More blankets and body heat." You nod, as though no other reason had ever crossed your mind. "And I know it will be more comfortable for you."

It sounds so innocent when he is anything but. “I should not.” He groans, dropping the soap that he finally locates into the side of the tub and slides down to dunk his hair. His still hard cock lifts out of the water as he moves. “I will be awake all night. Disturbing you.”

"What is the harm in lying awake sometimes?" Lifting your head to look at him is terrible timing, as the water moves and reveals the fact that he is still painfully aroused in the bath. Good lord he's thick... "I—it...doesn't..." your mind has suddenly gone totally blank and you shake your head like a wet dog. "It does no harm. The worst thing that happens is that we sleep late tomorrow."

Sitting up again, Pero groans, wondering why you cannot just let him freeze. The price of being cold is a small one to pay instead of admitting he would be rock hard all night and itching to sink into your body, burrow into your skin and just stay there. "I am a man..." he offers weakly.

“Yes…” You’re about to say that you don’t see the big deal since you’re both adults, but then it hits your thick skull that that is exactly why it is a big deal. You might not have a problem lusting over him because you know he reciprocates – but he is still worried about offending you. “If you would not be comfortable, I understand.”

He sighs, hating how you phrased it. Growling at the way you are pulling this out of him. “I ache.” He hisses, standing up in the water and revealing the heavy length of his hard cock jutting out from his groin, standing proud. His scowl is defiant and embarrassed. “How can I share a bed with you and not touch you? When this is my state just by being around you?”

Full-on confessional was not where you expected him to go in this moment, but you do appreciate his honesty first and foremost. It takes you longer than you are proud of to tear your eyes away from the sight he has shown you, but you manage it, lust curling around something heavier and more meaningful in your belly. “Why can you not touch me? When was that law set down?” You challenge, wondering if he has some kind of rule in this mind about your imagined virtuousness.

Pero inhales sharply, cock twitching again and he growls under his breath, low and pained. “You— our— when we…talked.” He manages, water dripping down his body and he sloshes slightly as he steps out in front of the fire, making no pretense to cover himself since he has already bared all to you. You are not screaming or banishing him outside. “You did not tell me I could.”

“Forgive me, then. I should have been more plain.” Getting up to hand him cloth to dry with, you swallow the thick wanting in your throat and force yourself to meet his eyes and nothing else. “If you lay beside me tonight and are consumed by passion once more, please understand that I am in a similar state. Quiero que me toques, Pero.” I want you to touch me.

Pero's eyes are hot, liquid pools of desire and his breathing is stuttered in his chest. He wants to touch you now. Nighttime is too far away for his liking. Instead of taking the cloth, he grabs your wrist and drags you closer. "We are clean." He ventures, water still dripping out of his hair.

“And wet.” There’s still an abundance of your modern, dirty sense of humour in you, and the double entendre slips from you before you can even stop it, making you grin. “If I take you to bed now, we will dampen everything and make it freezing for ourselves tonight.” There is not, of course, any reason things can only happen in a bed, and you press in a little closer to him - as close as you can with him still dripping water onto your clean, dry dress.

He grunts, knowing that is true and he looks around the cabin, slightly frustrated that this is happening while both of you are wet. "Then we will dry off." He decides, reaching up and taking a handful of your wet hair and wrapping it around his hand. "Then I will touch you until you tell me no."

From the look on his face, he was not expecting you to moan when he tugged unexpectedly on your hair. The casual show of strength shoots right to your core, and you let your head drop back as if by command, biting your lip to keep from embarrassing yourself by whimpering. Hair pulling has always been a turn on for you, and it’s been so fucking long since anyone did it.

Hissing, he feels like he's about to cum right now, the urge to flip you over you and pull your skirts up so he can sink into you is nearly overwhelming. His hand tightens in your hair again and he's rewarded with another little moan, not as loud but it shoots straight to his cock. "Mierda." He pants, looking down at your tits as they heave. "You are— you like that?"

“Yes.” You narrowly avoid the urge to add sir to the thought, not wanting to overwhelm the moment with too much new information that he might have trouble wrapping his head around.

He growls, dragging you closer and fusing his lips to your desperately. Needing to touch you in some way. The need is as mutual as it is immediate, and you open up for him without hesitation. A kiss with the promise of more has you wrapping your arms around him without a single further thought for getting wet. At this point your aching pussy feels like it's dripping down your legs anyway, so who cares?

Pero plunders your mouth, his aching cock pressing against your belly through the material of your dress. Kissing and panting into your mouth for long minutes before he remembers that you are dressed and he is still wet. He has to take your shoulders and physically push you back because he cannot pull away. "Take off your dress." He orders you roughly.

The heat of the fire keeps the room warm but you swear that the heat rolling off the two of you rivals it right now. Pulling your tunic over your head takes no time, but the stays you just laced are slightly more stubborn. Loosening them just enough to pull those over your head too, the thin chemise that you wear close to your skin is effectively see through, giving him a moment to see you before you toss that aside to be naked again in the fire light.

He stands there, looking at you for a long moment, reaching up again and pushing your hair back behind your shoulder so you are not covering your face. Wanting to see all of you just as you are. "Hermosa."

Your bodies are littered with the proof that he has survived many battles and the few that have marked your own life. Bearing everything for him is easy in some ways, because he has seen every way your body has been marred already. But in others it is the most vulnerable you have ever been. Beyond any other attachment – he is your soulmate. If anyone is going to bring you to that place of breathless pleasure, it’s supposed to be him. And it’s supposed to make you inseparable. You just…you can only hope that that is true.

"I want—" He pauses, pressing his lips together for a moment before he starts again. "The things that you spoke of— the acts, I want to try them with you." He confesses, skin flushed and nearly scorching from his lust and the fire that crackles. "I want to see if it is as you say." He wants to explore you with his mouth, spread you out on the table and feast in the light from the hearth.

“All of them?” Clarification is for his sake, because you know that he is thinking of touching you already. That was said explicitly. But you wonder if he is even thinking clearly enough to want anything beyond just burying his cock inside you and cumming until your walls are covered in his seed. When there are other things – things he has not yet experienced – that he could also enjoy.

His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows heavily, licking his lip and nodding. Peering into your eyes and wondering if you had been blustering for the younger ones when you had spoken of such things. "Whatever you will— it is your decision." He will be happy with your hand on his cock and allowing him to slide inside your heat. He is a simple man with even simpler ideas of pleasure, but he knows that you are expecting more.

“Good.” He is tense as a bow string in front of you, holding himself back with every ounce of restraint he has, and you lean in to kiss him once more before stepping back again. Only when he’s watching you with hungry eyes again do you sink down to your knees, knowing he needs relief much more than you do right now.

He forgets to breathe. Thoughts gone from his head as he watches with wide eyes. Your form sinking down and your smirk playful while you are inches from his cock. He reacts physically, stomach lurching and a small tremor rushes through his muscles as he realizes what you are going to do. “I— I’ve never—” he stammers, even though you know he’s never had a woman’s mouth on his cock. He told you that, but he tells you again.

“I know.” You remind him gently. As badly as you just want to reach out and greedily gulp him down, you don’t touch him yet. Not until he’s okay with what is about to happen. “Will you let me be the first?”

“Fuck. He whispers, nodding quickly, almost making his teeth rattle with how hard he is bobbling his head in agreement. “Anything you want.”

“If you don’t like something I do, tell me.” Is the last instruction you give him before leaning forward to lick up the precum leaking from the purple head of his cock.

The noise he makes. It’s loud, obscene as it echoes through his head. The wet heat of your mouth is shocking, although it shouldn’t be. Maybe it’s the fact that your tongue is pressing against the slit.

Inside your own head you’re giggling evilly, wondering how fast you can reduce this fearsome mercenary to his knees with just your tongue, but the first time is not for that. Instead you hum, pleased with his initial reaction, and reach up to steady yourself with one hand on his hip so the other can wrap around the base of his length as you sink down on him. While he isn’t overly long, he is thick, and you may not be able to take him all the way down your throat because of it. At least not this time – not when you’re out of practice.

Pero groans, his hand flying to the back of your head and he holds it there, certain that his knees are about to buckle. “María, madre de Dios.” He pants. Mary, Mother of God.

This time when you hum it’s around him, making the sound vibrate through his body and making his cock twitch heavily against your tongue. It’s stunning, the way something as simple as the way you swirl that muscle around the head of him before using it to trace every ridge and vein makes him sound like he’s going to collapse or explode - or both - and you love it. Working his rest of his throbbing length with your hand is easy given the way your spit and his precum is leaking from the corners of your mouth, but you’re not going to stop for anything. The bath water is right there: if you need to wash your face after, then that’s what you’ll do.

Another flick of your tongue and Pero is gone. His body tenses up and to his utter relief and mortification, he starts to cum. A gasp is all he can manage, not even giving you a warning before his seed is spilling down your throat.

You don’t mind that it happens quickly - in fact you were betting on it from how long he had been that hard and the fact that this was his first experience with oral sex. That was kind of the whole point of you going down on him first - so he can calm down a little and enjoy things more if he decides that he still wants to explore with you. You drink down every drop that you can but it is a big load, and a few drops escape the corners of your mouth despite your best efforts. Moaning happily around him, you can feel yourself practically dripping in the cottage floor, but you’ll wait until he’s ready. Even if he needs hours to recover mentally and physically, you’ll still wait. He’s worth that respect.

It was a hard decision, closing his eyes in complete surrender or watching as you drink down his cum. In the end, he watches you under heavy lidded eyes, panting and whining while you continue loving him with your mouth. Shuddering when the slight pressure becomes too much, and his hips pull back slightly.

Rocking back on your heels so you don’t fall forward, you pick up the strands of cum that your mouth couldn’t catch on your fingertips and lick them clean, looking up at him with curious eyes. “Was it what you thought, cariño?”

Pero grunts, shaking his head and reaching for you to drag you up to your feet. "No." He rasps out gruffly, pressing his lips to yours. "Better."

You practically giggle against the kiss, glad to hear him so enthusiastic about trying something new with you. “We can rest as long as you need, hermoso.”

He frowns and shakes his head, pulling back and searching your face. "You do not want me to do the same?" He asks, disappointed by the prospect of not being able to explore you and give you the same pleasure.

“Of course I do.” Gently, one of your hands leads his to the meeting of your thighs, letting him feel that the dampness coating your curls is not water. “But only when you are ready.”

He grunts, again and lifts a brow at you in suspicion. "What kind of men are from your time?" He huffs, fingers sliding through your curls as he turns you around to guide you back to the table. "When I first spoke of this – I was meaning putting my mouth on you."

“Men are as changeable as women,” you gasp slightly when one of his long fingers probes deeper inside you but make it over to the worktable without incident. “You may not know every word I speak, but you know more than many men in my time if you know that a woman can find pleasure in many ways.” The number of men you slept with who thought the clitoris was a myth was shameful.

"I want to learn." He breathes into your ear. "Hear your sweet cries and watch you pant in pleasure." His hand doesn't leave your wet cunt as you sit on the table and move back, giving him room to sit in front of you.

“Y-you should have looked to the bed last night, then.” You tell him, gasping and squirming slightly as your body cries out for much more than his first, gentle touches. “You would have seen much.”

"You were asleep." He grunts, guiding you to lean back and he spreads your thighs wide in front of him. The light from the fire is enough for him to see your cunt clearly and he groans when he sees the slickness coating your lips.

“I was faking.” The grin on your lips curls into a smirk when you see him utterly fixated on your dripping pussy. “Bringing myself pleasure while you moaned my name in the dark.”

Moaning in embarrassment, his face turns hotter than the fire. His eyes fluttering slightly and he huffs a curse under his breath. “You touched yourself to my sounds?”

“I could not resist.” Sitting up, you press kisses to his forehead, nose, and lips without pushing too much. There are plenty of men who don’t like to taste themselves. “Knowing you wanted me as much as I wanted you? Set me on fire.”

He growls and captures your lips again – kissing you and biting your bottom lip sharply before he pushes you back slightly. "Good." He grunts. "Now I want to see if you enjoy my mouth as much as I enjoyed yours."

“I can all but guarantee it,” you promise him, laying back on your worktable propped up on your elbows so you can watch every single moment of this. Your legs spread completely, giving him plenty of room to see and explore you even as his fingers have never stopped dancing over your aching slit.

“Tell me what you like.” He demands, spreading your lips apart while he looks his fill. You are more experienced in this than he is. He is not so proud that he would not learn from someone who can teach.

“I like to be explored.” It sounds like a line, probably, but with his fingers stroking your pussy as he studies you, you’re biting back whimpers at every turn. “When you have licked along every part of my pussy and I am begging you for more, then focus on this.” One of your hands draws his attention to your clit, swollen and already aching with need just from having him so close. “Lick it, suck on it, whichever you like better. But no teeth. I like pain with my pleasure but not in this.”

He listens carefully, nodding and studying your cunt like it the outline of a battle plan. “This is where you like your pleasure, not inside?” He asks, sliding a finger over your clit.

“Both.” The whimper that passes your lips when he touches you is downright pitiful. “If you curl your fingers inside me you’ll see how much.”

“I will.” His fingers are wet with you, sliding around the hole that flutters so prettily for him. Groaning slightly as he pushed two fingers into the first inch of your velvet walls, his eyes finding your face while he sinks them in deeper.

Part of the challenge, you can see right away, is going to be patience. Not letting your hips be insistent or searching for pleasure or pressure but letting him explore and rewarding him with those moans and whimpers and encouragements that show him what you like most. Expecting him to understand your body’s nonverbal cues would not be fair at all, and only end up frustrating you both. “That’s it,” you nod, sighing audibly when his fingers delve a little deeper. “Just like that.”

He likes that. Pero’s fingers push deeper at your encouragement, feeling the slickness on his rough fingers as if it were his cock. He loves the breathless tone and he wants to hear more. His other hand caresses your hips, sliding down over your mound and grinning as he moves through your curls to press his palm against your clit as he curls those fingers up.

“Ah! Fuck. Yes.” The dual sensations take you by surprise, having been too caught up in watching the smirk on his face to pay attention to his hands. Your head drops back for second and you whine, loving the thickness of his calloused fingers. “Feel that?” You ask him, feeling him experimentally press against your g-spot with his fingers and making your hips buck and squirm a little each time. “That feels so good for me.”

“There?” His brow furrows as he presses up against that spot and your hips buck up off the table and another curse falls from your lips. His growl of delight matches the nearly feral quality of his grin as he starts to focus on that spot as he pumps and curls his fingers.

“Fuck!” Keening with the intensity of his strokes, the heat in your body has nothing to do with the roaring fire and everything to do with the man between your legs. It’s been so long since anyone touched you besides yourself and Pero’s attention to detail is so startling, that you can feel the knot in your belly already start to tighten. “Oh god D-do you—think you can suck on my clit at the same time?” You would be begging in a rambling mess of incoherent words if you weren’t trying to so hard to stay focused and teach him, but fuck if he isn’t a quick study.

His palm comes away from your clit and his mouth descends. It’s awkward, his shoulder folding in so he can keep his fingers moving inside your cunt while his tongue flicks over your clit experimentally. You taste warm, tangy and musky. The notes of your soap and skin hit his tongue and he groans, pushing his face deeper into you as he takes your clit into his mouth.

It’s almost a pity that you’re climbing to your peak as quickly as you are, wanting to savor this feeling as long as possible, but your body is responding to his attention so earnestly that it only takes a minute or two more before you’re gasping out a warning and bearing down tightly on his fingers with a cry of his name that echoes in the little cottage.

Pero groans again, feeling the hot rush of liquid on his fingers. Letting go of your clit and starting to rub his tongue all over your lips and again over your clit, noticing that your hips buck up again when he does.

The point of overstimulation is almost beautiful considering it shows how eager he is, but you have to nudge his head away with a groan - one that ends up a giggle when he pouts at you fiercely. “You’re a natural,” you grin, chest still heaving as you try to get your breath back.

“You enjoyed it?” His fingers are still buried inside you, unable to slide them out from your still fluttering cunt. He loves the noises you made and he wants to hear them again.

“When I scream your name, it is a good sign.” He still looks so hungry that you shiver a little and push up on your elbow to see your own slick shimmering on his lips and chin in the firelight. “You want more, cariño?”

“Yes.” He’s not going to deny it, wanting to see you fall apart again. He’s always been a greedy man, wanting more and this is no exception. Especially when there is no time limit on this, no where he has to be than right here in the warmth of the cottage with you stretched out for him to feast on.

“Tell me what you want.” With snow outside and the only other occupant of the cottage – Binx – disappeared somewhere out of sight, you have no desire to do anything but let him explore you.

“Tell me what else you like.” He demands, curling his fingers up inside you again. His cock is still soft, but he knows he will be hard again soon, once he has recovered.

There’s a lot. You won’t deny that, knowing that you have a couple of kinks that could come out in the future but not wanting to give him too many new or ‘modern’ things all at once. Assuming that he knows that tits are a sensitive pleasure center all their own, you reach down and thread your fingers through his wet hair indulgently. “I like things a little rougher than other women. As you saw when you pulled my hair. There’s also places I like to be…bitten. Unless that sounds too odd to you. We can go to bed, and I can show you another way to lick my pussy if that is what you wish.”

He tilts his head curiously and looks down at your cunt again. “But not your cunt, correct?” He asks of the biting, remembering your earlier words.

“Correct.” It actually makes you grimace a little. “That could be like me biting your cock.”

He grunts and shakes his head, his fingers curling gently. “Don’t do that.” He asks. “I don’t want to hurt you, want you to feel pleasure.”

It’s been just long enough that the feeling of overstimulation has faded, and you hum softly when he starts to move his fingers inside you again. “I won’t ever hurt you intentionally,” you promise, knowing that humans are clumsy and accidents happen. You can’t swear never to hurt him, but you’ll do everything you can to avoid it.

“What else do you like?” There is something incredibly indulgent about talking with you while your naked and his fingers are moving inside you. “Tell me, hermosa.”

“There is—” It’s hard not to gasp with him slowly finger fucking you again, but you would never claim not to love it. “A way for us to lay together…where we can have our mouths on each other.”

Pero growls, eyes darkening in delight. “You will show me.” It’s not even a question, he knows you will.

"On the bed." You tell him, glad that you rightfully guessed he would immediately love the idea. "Always on the bed. For comfort."

He groans, not even wanting to pull his fingers away from you yet. His eyes watch you for another moment before he shakes his head. “After.” He huffs, leaning down again. “After you cry out again.”

He's going to be the death of you, you can tell already. The entire winter will be spent wrapped up in each other if Pero has his way and really, you would be lying if you claimed to be upset about it. "Whatever you want," you agree, too distracted by the way he is spreading his fingers apart inside you to worry about literally anything else. It draws a moan from you, and you grind down on his hand unconsciously to get more of that gorgeous sensation.

This time there is less hesitation, more confidence in the flick of his tongue and the pressure of his fingers. Listening to the sounds you make and cataloguing them with tremors of your body. He's surer the second time, one hand digging into your flesh and shoulders holding your legs wide open for him to have a full view whenever he opens his eyes. The curiosity is still there but this time it's hungrier, understanding a little better the way your moans and shaking legs lead him toward your pleasure. A second orgasm is slower to build but Pero never backs off, never hesitates, just keeps pushing you up and up that mountain until you're teetering on the edge once more.

The sounds you make are gorgeous, this time going to his cock and stirring it again. Making him harden as he works you towards an orgasm while every flick of his tongue before he pulls your clit into his mouth and sucks on it as he watches you.

The way your thighs are squeezing him, if they were around his ears he’d have completely muffled hearing by the time your body tenses up and draws his fingers in tightly, coating them in another rush of cum as you cry out his name into the cold afternoon. The stars bursting behind your vision keep you - temporarily - from seeing the pleased flash of desire in his eyes right before he doubles down on drinking every ounce of your pleasure and prolonging the spasms of your climax as long as he possibly can. It’s like drowning and floating all at once, held steady by the broad shoulders, strong hands, and plush lips of the man determined to devour you whole.

This time he does not need you to push him away, sitting back and watching your breasts heave while you come down from your high. He’s smirking, smug in his ability to bring you pleasure twice now. Happy that he could do that.

"Fuck." The groan is accompanied by a low giggle, though, as the lingering adrenaline of orgasm makes you feel like you're floating instead of lying on a table. It isn't until you sit up again that you see the nearly feral smirk on his face, and you draw him into you so you can kiss him more easily. "You deserve to look that smug."

“That is fun.” Pero hums against your lips. His arms wind around you and pull you closer, still disbelieving that he is allowed to touch you. His soulmate.

"You can do it anytime you want." He tugs you into his lap, easily having you straddle his thighs in the process. The insistence of his renewed arousal is right there for you to feel, heavy against the inside of your thigh as you brace yourself over him and nip his bottom lip between kisses.

This is what his mamá was telling him about. The feeling that was indescribable when you are with your soulmate. Pero squeezes you tight and his answering bite to your lips is just as passionate as yours.

"Pero..." So many friends had described this moment to you in the past. This first moment of real intimacy with your soulmate being such a telling thing between the two of you - and it's stunning to you how right they were. The way he wraps his arms around you and breathes you in is astounding, and he has somehow become your only source of oxygen. If you ever stop kissing him it will be far too soon.

His eyes are closed, relaxed. Not that he’s been on guard around you, you literally found him at his weakest. Just this moment is monumental for him, swearing that his heart stopped beating for an instant and started to beat in time to yours.

You're the first to move again, body demanding more despite already having cum twice. The feeling of him beneath you is just too good and you grind down in his lap to roll your hips over his cock and feel him buck. "Amor, por favor."

The breath he lets out boarders on a whine, fingers digging into your back and hips while you grind down on him expertly. If he didn’t know better, he would say that you were a most talented whore, sent to empty all his pockets of coins, but the heat and tenderness in your touch tells him that it’s so much more. “Amor.”

The word had slipped from you without realizing it, too caught in the honesty of the moment to censor yourself or even catch the unconscious truth from emerging. Opening your eyes, you lean back slightly and cup both of his cheeks in your hands to bring his gaze to yours. "Amor." You whisper, knowing that you don't need to be any louder than that for him to hear you. It's like breathing him in had awakened something inside you that you never knew was dormant, bringing it all right to the surface.

Pero is strong. One of the things that he is proud of is the fact that he has strength that would rival plenty of men. With that strength, he grunts, lifting you up to carry you the short distance to the bed.

He laughs when you squeal, throwing your arms and legs tightly around him as he starts to get up to cling to him even though it takes him all of five steps to get to the bed. No one has ever done that with you before no matter how sexy you always thought it would be, and it gives you a sort of giddiness that only makes your accidental confession better.

Pero doesn’t toss you down, but both of you tumble to the bed and he makes sure that he covers your body with his own and his might immediately attaches to your neck.

If you thought he was broad before, it is only thrown into even sharper relief with him hovering over you. It doesn't seem to matter to either of you, though, as your fingernails dig into his shoulders to keep him close and his thighs continue to keep your legs spread in this new position. All that matters right now is that he never stops, and the heavy weight of his cock against your inner thigh has you wet all over again.

“Sassenach.” He groans, kissing down your throat and biting gently on your skin. Keeping your comments about enjoying being bitten in mind.

There's going to be a trail of bites along your skin tomorrow that are ever so slightly tender but you really could not care less. It will be a gorgeous reminder of being spread out beneath him, feeling the weight of him pressing you into the mattress while delicious anticipation builds all over again. Each nip makes you gasp, back arching off the bed to press your chest against his.

Pulling back, his dark eyes bore into you, “I want to be inside you.” He groans, nearly begging for permission as his hand caresses your thigh. “Can I have you?”

That twist in your chest says you can have me forever, but given the slip you had a minute ago you just nod, crushing your lips against his before shifting on the bed to spread your legs a little wider. "Please."

He’s practiced in this. Sex is something that he knows. Wrapping his hand around his cock and pumping, pulling back the foreskin as he shifts his hips and lowers them so he can press against your entrance. “Amor.” He murmurs, kissing you while he starts to push forward.

It has been a hell of a long time since you've been in this position – not taking the chance on forming connections in the past had been a line you fed yourself for years until ultimately being solitary became habit. Even before arriving it had been several months since your last encounter, making it something like eight plus years since you had had anything but your own fingers between your legs. That might be a part of the reason it feels so fucking incredible to have Pero's cock slowly spearing into you, but you know it's mostly him. Your soulmate.

He’s grateful that he had cum earlier, the hot velvety grip of your cunt has him in a chokehold. Making him grunt as he slowly fills you. Bracing his elbows in either side of your shoulders and staring down at you in wonder.

You shift almost immediately, hitching your legs up high on his waist and letting them wrap around him to take him deeper and letting out an appreciative moan when you can feel the head of his cock nearly bump against your cervix. It's an impressively full feeling, one that has your eyes rolling back in your head for a moment as you pant under him, eager to feel how perfect it will be when he's fucking you into the mattress as hard as he damn well pleases.

The first thrust is experimental, wanting to see if that sense of liking it rough is different from his. Often he can be harsh but never cruel as he worked out his frustrations but he doesn’t want to be too harsh with you.

It’s like being in another world altogether, that gorgeous snap of his hips making you moan and rock against him as he finds the rhythm that he wants. Gentle or rough doesn’t matter to you right now, knowing there will be more than enough time for fucking as well as love making in the winter to come.

Pero moans, loving how easily to take him, the eagerness in the way your legs tighten around him. You name falls from his lips when he buries his head at your throat.

The pace he sets isn’t rough, per se, but it’s eager. Wanting to see how deeply and entirely you can take him and how sharply he can make you cry his name in pleasure. The grind of his hips makes you gasp each time and nearly see stars, and the deliberate strokes make it entirely clear to you as you cling to him - if Pero Tovar fights half as well as he fucks, it’s no wonder he never had trouble finding someone to sell his sword to.

He’s never felt anything quite like you. Maybe it’s in his head because you are his soulmate, maybe it’s that your body fits his perfectly - but it’s like you were made for him. His hands curl under your back, pulling you closer as he bears down, every jolting thrust met with a cry of pleasure that he’s quickly growing addicted to. “Mierda.”

Moments run together, making time meaningless as the entire focus of your world is narrowed to the man inside you - surrounding you, anchoring you to the world. His own grunts and growls vibrate through him, making your body tingle with every sound he muffles in your skin.

He can feel your grip tightening on him, squeezing him. He knows that you will cum soon, groaning as he pushes his hips a little harder and the echoes of his skin slapping against yours is heard.

When you finally tense beneath him one more time, the rambling praise and cries of his name are louder than any other sound in the little cottage, echoing off the walls and coming back to his ears like music. Your fingernails dig into his shoulders as you cling to him, back arched to press you against his chest and body heaving with the effort of the most intense orgasm you can remember. It might be that it’s just good sex – but that bursting in your heart promises that it’s because he’s your soulmate.

You are perfect beneath him, wonderful and he can’t even remember the last time he has felt so much pleasure. Your pleasure makes him rush headlong into his and within a few short thrusts, he is pulling out of you, not even touching his cock as he grinds against your belly and paints your skin with his release as he whines out your name again.

The only sound for a long time is the two of you panting for breath, punctuated by soft kisses exchanged in the firelight. For as greedy and demanding as your need for each other became, this moment is full of tenderness. It is also, unfortunately, a little dishonest. Or at least not containing the full truth. “You didn’t need to do that,” you murmur softly, voice tinged with regret as you look down at the Pollock-like work of art his cum has turned your skin into. You should have told him. He deserved to know before you got too close, says your mother’s voice in your head. Guilt attached to something you had absolutely no control over. Over something you never chose.

Pero frowns, shifting to his side and shaking his head. “I have no desire to plant a baby in your belly right now, amor.” He murmurs softly. “Even if you have the means of dealing with it.”

“Th-that…is good.” When you turn your head to look at him, he has settled on the pillow beside you and is gazing at you with such affection that you frown and look away again. “Because I cannot bare your babes no matter how often we might try.”

Pero frowns again, sending you a confused look. “You know you cannot?” He asks, tucking an arm behind his head and stroking your side with his other hand so you will look at him. “You have tried and failed to have a baby?”

“In my time, there are doctors…those who specialize in the health of women.” How do you explain a gynecologist? Or a Pap smear? It used to give you panic attacks just to think about - having to one day tell your partner that you couldn’t have kids. Now you find yourself heartbroken all over again because of how difficult it is to explain. “Mine discovered that I am barren. It was not through trying and failing, but because my body…my womb did not form properly.” You shut your eyes, exhaling deeply before opening them again to find him with your singular gaze. “I should have told you before this. I am sorry.”

Reaching out, Pero captures your chin in his hand and holds it firmly in his grip. "Do not apologize for things you cannot change." He tells you firmly. "You cannot have children. I never imagined actually having any." He admits. "Never thought I would live long enough."

“I had always thought to adopt, if my soulmate wished for children.” Despite the slight tremble in your chin, you’re grateful for how steady he is in this moment. So many other people had considered you less of a woman for something entirely beyond your control. “But that is…a question for much later, I suppose.”

"Adopt?" He furrows his brow and tries to understand what you mean.

Right. Vocabulary. You frown at yourself, but there is no difference in the already displeased expression on your face. “Take in a child in need. A child without a family of their own.”

He nods, understand what you mean now. "Taking in a bastard or urchin." He grunts, not opposed to the idea at all. "If you wanted to, I would not stop you." He promises. "If you wanted to not do that, I would not look down on you." He pulls you closer. "I do not care about your womb." He stops and smirks slightly. "Except for the knowledge that I can fill you without worry."

“As often as you want.” It is a relief to have what would generously be called your confession over with, and you lay your head on his shoulder. “I did not think we would ever be in this position.” The entendre makes you grin. “Or any other that we tried today.”

He chuckles for a moment and holds you close, his fingers brushing over your skin gently as the two of you lay on the much more comfortable bed you sleep in. "You were upset when you told me." He doesn't like that and his voice is gruff. "Why? Did you think I would toss you aside?"

“I—” You have to resist the urge to turn away or look elsewhere again, knowing that you need to be honest with him. “Yes.”

He grunts at that, rolling his eyes slightly before he catches himself. He doesn't know what it would be like to know he could never have children if he wished. He reaches up and caresses your cheek as you lay on his shoulder. "I am not." He promises you. "You are my soulmate." He reasons softly. "If God or the universe wished it—" He shrugs his other shoulder, not mentioning that he would have assumed that if it was supposed to be then it would be possible. He is not a man who dwells on what he cannot change. "It is good that you know so you do not fret when you cannot give me a child."

All the imaginary conversations you ever had with imagined versions of your soulmate over the years come brimming to the surface and you bury your face. “If the day ever came when you decided you wanted a child of your own, I would understand.” It would break your heart; you know that now. But loving someone means wanting them to be happy, and calling him amor was not an exaggeration. You do love him.

Pero snorts and decides that you need to look at him. Rolling you over and pinning you under him again. "Listen, Sassenach." He grumbles at you. "I have no need of a child of my own. And I will not be breeding a bastard on someone." He scowls slightly at the mere idea of it. "You will have your gato and maybe more chickens and a goat to love on. If you want a child, I will drag home some urchin for you to love on and worry over, but I do not need you risking your life and body to bear me a child in order to be happy."

“I have said my piece.” There is no way to escape his gaze like this, and you know that that is what he intended. For a man who could be coarse and frustrating at nearly every turn, he has a gentle sweetness and care that you wish you had the words to describe properly. It’s like having a special place to sit that is all your own, perfectly tailored to be the exact comfort and care you need without having to ask for it. Plus orgasms. “Gracias, amor. For accepting it.”

"De nada." He hums and leans down to press his lips to yours again. He senses you do not want to discuss it anymore and he will not push you. He would not dream of pushing you to talk about things like that. Instead, he just concentrates on making you moan into his mouth softly.

“Tomorrow we will give Caballo the hay from your mattress.” You tell him, glad to see the smile return to his lips and feel it on your own. “And the cloth can be saved for whatever need may arise. I wish to lay with my soulmate each night.”

Pero hums and nods. “I will never deny you.” There’s a small smirk and a flash of a wink. “Your bed is comfortable and we will be warm.”

“And you will never need to touch yourself late at night again.” It’s too good to resist teasing him just a little, since it turned into this.

He huffs at you, biting your shoulder and pouts slightly. “I did not know you were awake.”

“I was afraid to say something and frighten you from providing me such a beautiful sight.” You admit, pressing a kiss to his cheek before he can lift his head away.

“You saw me?” He could disappear right now in embarrassment.

“Only a glimpse.” The blush on his cheeks is not something you would have guessed at, but it is so endearing that it earns him another kiss. “I had to be sure that what I was hearing was true.”

He snorts and shakes his head at his luck. Although he doesn’t really mind it since it had allowed him to touch you today. “You could have invited me into your bed last night.” He grunts at you playfully.

“I could have.” That thought did flutter across your mind, even though it seemed too fantastical to be a real possibility at the time. “But then our baths would have been much less dramatic.”

He chuckles quietly. “I did imagine you in your bath when I told the boy to get one.” He admits, ducking his head and nipping your shoulder.

“Was it worth it?” It was certainly worth seeing him in the steaming hot water. You would kill to get him under the powerful shower head in your apartment back home.

“Yes.” He groans happily and nods. “So much so that I would do it again tomorrow, or the next day.” Having a tub in the house is a luxury and it feels decadent and rich to watch you bathe in the large tub he had provided.

“I am glad.” Nipping at his skin in turn, you soothe the small bite with a kiss and offer him an honest smile. “We will pass an extremely pleasurable winter this way, I think.”

“Much more satisfying than I had imagined.” He agrees. “I had imagined sneaking out to the barn to relieve myself as my want for you grew.”

“We will leave the barn to the young ones.” It warms you to know that his feelings were growing the same way yours were - both emotionally and sexually - and that neither of you had to hide it any longer. “But perhaps we will see next time if that bath can hold the both of us?”

If he were younger, he would be spreading your thighs again. For now, he had can only nod and occupy himself with another kiss.

“Rest, amor.” The suggestion is soft, accompanied by your hand carefully searching out the edges of the blankets and furs on your bed to pull them up. “It will be hours yet before supper is ready. And we have had a great deal of excitement today.”

He hums and shifts slightly, his leg thrown over yours while you draw the covers up over both of you. “We have. Sleeping next to you is just what I need right now.”

“Then we shall sleep.” One more kiss to his lips and another to the pronounced bridge of his nose for good measure, and you tuck yourself into his side to rest. A well-earned afternoon nap is calling both of your names, and you’re sure it will only be the first of many for the season.

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Yuna x you theme park date, fluff prompt/idea

i literally love you lily this is so soft <3 let's try a fall carnival bc its fall and i'm pretty sure there are mini carnivals out there where people make cute memories from uwu enjoy~

if you had one goal it would be to win your girlfriend a stuffed animal at the carnival the one she always talked about and pointed at everytime you would passby. after saving some money you eagerly countdown the days until it opened and you both had a free day. "don't we look like the cutest girlfriends ever~ i can't wait to show you off this time button." (shit i'm soft for this nickname now T_T) rolling your eyes you let yuna drag you inside the fall themed event. "what should we do first? get some pumpkin pie, play in the bumper cars, go on the ferris wheel-" putting a finger to her lips you shake your head and smile.

"nope! i'm going to do the thing i've always watned to do for you~" cupping her face you place a light peck on her lips before drawing her attention to the infamous game yuna's eyes widen as she looks at you.

"button…you're-you're going to get it finally? my dream teddy? are you serious? is that why you've been practicing your pitching skills with ryujin unnie all this time?" nodding yuna pecks your lips back and smiles. "you know…even if you don't get it its fine i'll always love you…just a tad a less." in a teasing voice she escapes your grip and rushes over to the stall. following after her you pay the worker for some balls and warm up your hands. taking a look at your excited girlfriend you hope and wish that all those weeks of practice would be worth it to see her beaming with pride. closing your eyes you take a deep breath, aim for the already rigged tin cans and throw the ball with all your might…

"…kill me…please yuna just do it, i'm tired of living."

"button it's just a teddy bear. it's not worth all of your savings, i could buy the bear off amazon or something-"

"nooooo i wanted to be the one to win and hand it to you, i'm your girlfriend and i had one job-" cupping your face in her hands she makes you look at her straight in the eye with a serious look.

"button, listen to the words that ar going to come out of my mouth right now- i didn't fall in love with your pitching skills i fell for the annoyingly stubborn girl with the pretty eyes that can match my stubborness and keep me in check." blinking you take a look into her geunine eyes and feel a smile slowly grow on your face. "so stop being so negative and lets go eat some candy apples and crash your stress away with some bumper cars ok?" giving her a small nod yuna's serious face turns upside down, taking your hand she starts dragging you toward the food booths and together

enjoying your time together you feed each other candy apples and enjoy a very sweet kiss while waiting in line for the bumper cars. yuna shows you no mercy as you crash multiple times against each other with you almost losing your phone as she literally rear ends you while you try to record her having a good time to upload to SNS. taking a bathroom break yuna runs off leaving you alone for a few minutes, looking around the fairly crowded carnival you spot the same booth from before and feeling the last of your funds in you pocket. debating you decide to give it one last try and either the worker was showing you pity from spending an hour there earlier or you got some ryujin like strength but you manage to knock out all the tins and win the prize your girlfriend wanted. beaming with joy you quickly rush back to where you had left her and hide the toy behind your back the best you could.

"hey button i-" pausing her steps she sees some fur stick out from behind you. "um…what is-OMG BUTTON YOU DIDN'T!!!" covering her mouth yuna squeals as you reveal the stuffed teddy and hold it out for her.

"i did!! yuna my love, my angel, my spoiled princess i got you the teddy! who's the best-umph!" unable to finish your sentence yuna engufls both you and the toy in a big hug and messy lip lock laughing the whole time. pulling away you hold her waist as she hugs the bear.

"button oh my gosh you're amazing!! you're the best girlfriend ever~ this day just got 3000% times more better!! i love you so much right now!" kissing your lips once more her squeals get louder drawing the attention of the crowd around you. too excited to care you spin her around smiling.

"i love you even more yuna, but now….shall we find our new child a sibling~?”

“BUTTON!!!”

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[ peace treaty - part two ]

AN: my first banner that I made for a fic!! Please enjoy and mind the tags as always!! :)

CW: yandere, noncon, loss of virginity, double penetration, coercion, gang bang, A/B/O dynamics, size difference, slight tummy bulge, cum stuffing, breeding

PART ONE

SYNOPSIS: The wedding to ensure peace for your kingdom was underway. Your alphas had been insistent that you met your new pack and give your virginity to them the night of your wedding. You could only wonder why.

The village of the Barbarian tribe was full of the hustle and bustle of wedding preparations being made for their leading Alphas and their newfound Omega mate. You could hear the rushing of bodies outside the tented den the pair kept you confined to. They were insistent on keeping you within their firm grasp, their watchful eyes at all times. It was exhausting, so say the least. The time spent in the village was theirs, not your own. Their tenderness almost made you forget the circumstances on which you fell into their laps. Almost.

Hardly anyone else in the village had seen you thanks to your red-headed mate. Dragons rarely let anyone but their pack near their hoard, and Eijirou was more than happy to declare you his most precious treasure of all, the centerpiece of his store. The hybrid was tempted to keep you with the rest of his treasures, but his other mate decided against it, demanding that you stay warm in the nest during the blistering winter that ravaged the mountain range.

They kept in the nest for as long as you would tolerate it, adoring the way you looked wrapped snuggly in the furs they had slain and prepared for you. The den was soon furnished with a small library for your curious mind, one of many wedding presents that your mates intended to spoil you with. Your mates were desperate for your approval, to preen and puff their chests in pride from your praise. In fact, one of the only times you were let out before the wedding was to watch wrestling matches between the Alphas of the clan and their leaders on the warmer days. It was a prominent display of strength, the pair hoping to impress their lovely mate with their fists and muscles. The other times, they had taken you to Eijirou’s cave to flaunt his hoard, which they welcomed you to take anything you liked from it as it was now yours too.

Winter flew by quickly. In those few months, preparations for your spring wedding were well underway as your mates took their agonizing time to stake their claim on you. The pair of them were insistent on waiting until the wedding night to be fully bonded but did not spare you any pleasure they wished to bestow you. The ecstasy they brought you night after night was earth-shattering, something you never even dreamed you could have achieved.

A spring wedding was to be had, and the wait was finally over. Your dress was designed of the most delicate silk hand-made in the tribe, dipped in beautiful red and gold dyes to match your mate's garments. Precious jewels and other gold jewelry was selected from the dragon's hoard by none other than Eijirou himself. Traditional paint was brushed onto your face and arms with expert craftsmanship, adorning your glowing skin with the clan's insignia and other symbols held dear to the Barbarians.

Meeting your mates down the aisle and finally being wed to them felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. For months, you had worried that their threat to destroy your home would see to its fruition, but now that you're finally their wife and mate, the treaty had been completed. Perhaps your mates would be kind enough to let you see your family after the celebration.

Festivities were planned for days to celebrate the new queen and pack mate of the tribe’s leaders. Being out of the den and meeting the clansmen felt like a breath of fresh air after being secluded for those few months up until the wedding. You could only hope that your husbands would allow this new freedom to continue.

Food, drink, and dancing went well into the early morning hours before you decided it was time to retire to your den. Buzzing with anticipation, you let Katsuki lead you home with a scarred hand on the small of your back, reminding you just how small you were in comparison to your Alphas. Tonight was the night that you submitted utterly and entirely to your mates. It was overwhelming, almost enough to give you cold feet.

Upon returning to the tented den, you were met with your new pack, the Alphas that Eijirou and Katsuki introduced you to earlier that day during the ceremony. TestsuTetsu, leader of the clan’s warriors. Sero and Denki, leading blacksmiths and protectors of the armory. Izuku, also known as Deku, leading military strategist. And Hitoshi, the tribe’s mage.

The tent’s magic flaps had sealed themselves once you and your mates made it inside with the rest of the pack, who were already waiting for you. Unease had swelled in your gut as you saw the hungry gleams in all the Alpha's eyes. Did they have the intention to watch while you bonded with your mates?

“Be easy, my love.”

Eijirou’s hands came to your shoulders in an attempt to soothe you as he guided you to your nest.

“Although you will be our mate, you will still be the pack’s omega.”

You nodded slowly, having already understood that much, but it still didn't explain why the rest of the pack was suffocating the space of your den.

“That means you will have to form a bond with all of us. We intend to share you with the pack tonight.”

Panic filled your being as you stood up from the nest, only to be pinned down into the redhead’s lap with his powerful arms. His hands rubbed soothing circles in your arms as he felt you squirm in his hold.

“There’s no reason to be afraid, my queen!” Izuku piped up as he flashed a reassuring smile. “This is the best way to ensure that you will give healthy pups to the pack and the clan.”

Tears and pleas dribbled out as you thrashed in your Alpha’s arms, desperate to claw your way out of his grip and away from the new pack.

“Stop yer fussin’,” Katsuki grunted as he took his place next to the both of you. “We’ll be right here the whole time. Besides, it’ll be a good way for the pack to bond. We wouldn't want anything to happen to your territory, now would we?”

Chuckles filled the room as you sobbed in absolute terror.

“Please! I don't want this! Don't make me do this; I'm begging you!”

A fatal mistake on your part is that you forgot who these men were. Barbarians who snatched, steal, and take whatever they please, whenever they please. Your mates were capable of tenderness, but only when it seemed to benefit them. And it didn't at this moment.

Eijirou was quick to quell your cries as he stroked your hair gently while Katsuki tied your hands together. The redhead whispered sweet nothings in your ear in an attempt to soothe his lovely omega. You were practically hog-tied into your nest as the blonde ripped your dress to shreds with his magic, your struggling between the pair of them frustrating him deeply.

“Enough fucking around. Omega, submit.”

Unable to deny such a command, you went still under your overbearing husband. How quickly he changed once you truly denied him for the first time...it frightened you. The men around you tried to croon and calm, wanting to put your wailing cries at ease. You had barely been touched and you already felt violated by being naked and bound before your new pack. Oh, things you had to endure to protect your kingdom.

Katsuki was overzealous, eager to be the first to pop your cherry and finally feel the velvet of his omega’s hole. A searing mouth sealed itself over your clit as thick fingers worked you open. Your mate was relentless, fucking your hole with vigor as his tongue sucked and lapped against your clit. The wanton groaning of the other Alphas met your squeals and cries as you clenched around your mate’s fingers, wishing desperately to sink into your nest of furs and never return.

Eijirou kissed you deeply, stroking away your tears and holding your chin in his scarred palm. The other Alphas hands groped, massaged, and grabbed at your supple skin, leaving no inch untouched. All of them ignored your sobbing, electing to see past your suffering for the good of the pack.

“So beautiful.”

“What a great pick you two made.”

“Hurry up and mount her Kats! I want to get in there too!”

Your Alpha continued his brutal pace of finger fucking and suckling on your clit, groaning and grunting as he slurped at you greedily. A tight coil of pleasure built in your core as you helplessly moaned and cried into Eijirou’s mouth. Katsuki felt your impending orgasm and pulled his mouth away in favor of rubbing your clit hard and fast with his unoccupied hand. He chuckled, watching you squirm and squeal loudly before coming undone, squirting all over his chest in the process.

The Alphas jeered and praised you for a good show as Katsuki chuckled.

“Now that’s what I’m fuckin’ talking about. Good girl, little omega. Ready for knot?”

A wolfish grin cast on his features as he hiked your ankles up to his shoulders. Cock lines up with your still twitching whole; he sunk into your tight heat in one stroke of his hips. A breathy gasp left you as you were filled to the brink.

The pace he set with his thrusts was unforgiving; a bruising grip laid on your love handles as you were pounded into the nest, making a mess of the furs strewn across it. Snarls and grunts left your captor’s lips all the while. The other Alphas around you stroked their cocks heartily, eagerly waiting for their turns to have a go and breed their new pack omega. Squeals and cries of unwanted pleasure quickly filled your gut as you came again, forcing you to arch your back into the blonde’s chest. Overstimulation hit you like a freight train as your mate continued to chase his own pleasure.

Eijirou brushed the hair from your sweaty forehead and swiped gently at your tears, watching his two mates finally tie the knot and love each other in the most primal, intimate ways they knew. What a fine choice for a mate you turned out to be—loyal, lovely, loud. Your sobs and cries of pleasure were music to the dragon’s ears, adoring the way you shook and convulsed underneath the other Alpha. Toying with your nipples gently, he shushed your protests with a kiss and held his free hand to your throat, stroking the sides tenderly.

Katsuki, on the other hand, was practically feral, animalistic in his movements as he popped his knot into your tight cunt with a roar of your name. Ropes of hot seed painted your womb as he held you tightly in his arms, riding his orgasm out to completion.

Nothing but groans and pants could be heard for a few moments as your Alpha bent down to lay a claiming mark on the glands of your neck. He tore into the flesh with passion, leaving a trail of blood that dripped down your sweaty chest. Laving at the mark with his tongue, he sealed the bond and slurped up the blood. Extending his neck, he pushed your head into his crook.

“Bite, complete the bond.”

Like an obedient breeding bitch, you listened mindlessly, mind foggy with the haze of your orgasms.

After his knot had deflated, Eijirou moved to mount your sloppy hole.

“Guess the rest of you are getting my sloppy seconds,” Katsuki smirked, admiring the way his seed dripped from your now loose hole.

Eijirou was more tender than his counterpart, taking his time with his sweet, sweet lovemaking. Possessive and sweet nothings were moaned and groaned from him—bite marks littered your chest and mouth. His thrusts with slow and deep, wanting a slow build to both of your orgasms as he lavished you in his undivided attention. Kisses and bites were pressed sweetly to your lips, and his tongue tasted the salt of your skin.

Your whimpers and moans mingled with his deep, rolling groans while the others were content to watch such a passionate display of Eijirou’s adoration for his Omega. Laying his claim as he came, the knot popped the moment as he bit into your wrist, suckling at the wound he left behind. Even after he deflated, he cockwarmed you for a while so you could rest and have a much-needed drink of water.

After Eijirou’s cock slipped out of your cunt, the rest was a murky blur in your memory. Izuku followed your redheaded mate, losing himself quickly to the vice of your wet and sloppy pussy. He came rather quickly, apologizing for only finishing himself off. He had to, for the sake of pups, of course. Not that any of their words mattered to you, you were too drunk off the mating bonds your mates laid into your virgin skin.

TetsuTetsu succeeded Izuku, and much like Katsuki, he was an animal. Loud slaps of skin filled the den as he praised you for being such a good omega for your Alphas. Bear them your healthy pups like a good girl, won't you? His stamina was high, too high for your liking. Slipping in and out of consciousness, you barely made recognition to his knot swelling in your hole. He was by far the biggest of the pack. Another load pumped into the pack’s personal cumdumpster, but he made sure to make you squeal and squirt on his cock.

Any defiance in you had died by the time Sero and Denki speared you on their cocks. What they lacked in girth, they made up for in length. They both greedily stuffed themselves into your pussy at the same time, one rubbing your clit while the other tugged at your nipples. Only one knot caught inside you while Denki’s popped just below your clit, making an even bigger mess to your already sloppy pussy.

Finally, Hitoshi cast a fertility ward on your womb, marked by the pack’s emblem to ensure pregnancy and a healthy one at that. An average knot, he finished himself within your already full womb, a small bulge appearing in your gut because of it. A plug was stuffed inside you to keep the pack’s seed deep within your cunt, to ensure pregnancy of the pack’s pups.

Once the sun broke over the dawn of the mountains, the pack exited the tent to leave you to your Alphas. They spent the morning bathing and feeding you, wanting to pamper you after such an exciting yet stressful evening. The pair hoped you would come around to be shared by the pack; how else will they get you through your heats and their ruts? That's a problem for another day, they supposed.

After a long, well-deserved rest in a now cleaned nest, Eijirou was ecstatic to share the news of their newest surprise. A honeymoon! Oh, the places they planned to fly you to.

As you listened to their plans, you couldn't help but gaze off into the next morning’s sun, wondering if this life was worth it for the sake of peace.

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Trying Something New - Fred Weasley

Title: Trying Something New Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Warning: NSFW!! Dom/sub, daddy kink, male receiving oral, dirty talk, teasing, pet names, sex toys, overstimulation, unprotected sex, after care Summary: Fred and the reader decide it’s time to spice things up in the bedroom A/N: this is for @le-weasley-simp​ who wanted some kink exploration and an anon who wanted some dom!Fred with daddy kink!! This is mostly just smut but if you look hard enough there’s some plot I guess haha. Feedback is always welcome!!

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“What do you think of this one?” Y/N asks, holding up another bra for Fred to examine. It’s a deep purple color with a little lace detailing on the cups. When all Fred does is shrug Y/N sighs and puts the bra down. “What’s wrong with you? We’re surrounded by lingerie and you’re acting like we’re at the dentist’s office.”

“I dunno, I thought shopping for lingerie would be more exciting, and sexy,” Fred sighs, looking around the store. “But in reality it’s pretty boring.”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “Well if you would pick out some stuff you like I could try it on for you, Freddie. But if you’d rather just go and do something else I can meet back up with you later.”

“Try it on for me?” Fred asks, perking up. “Why didn’t you start with that, love? Wait here, I’ll be back.”

Y/N shakes her head fondly with a chuckle as she watches Fred move around the store. He starts to eagerly grab a few things off of the shelves, clearly more interested in their shopping trip than he had been before. This shopping trip is the first part in their journey to get a bit more adventurous in the bedroom. Their sex life is far from vanilla, but both Fred and Y/N expressed interest in taking their activities to the next level. So they decided they’d spend the day out in muggle London to do some shopping for some supplies that will hopefully turn things up a notch in the bedroom.

When Fred comes back to where Y/N is standing a few minutes later, he has quite a few things in his hands and there’s a cheeky grin on his face. He shoves them all into her arms before ushering Y/N towards the dressing room. “Go, go, go. I’ll wait out here.” Fred takes a seat on the chair outside the dressing room, giving her a wink. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

“Okay, okay. Keep it in your pants, Freddie,” Y/N teases before closing the curtain behind herself. She hangs up the few things Fred had shoved into her arms, deciding to try on some of the bras first. She gets her top half undressed before grabbing the first thing her hand lands on. She slips it on, before turning to look at herself in the mirror.

It’s a deep red color that compliments her skin tone perfectly, and it’s completely made of lace. It plunges low, so her cleavage is on full display, and her nipples are visible through the sheer fabric. She adjusts it so it fits just right before turning around and opening the curtain up. “Thoughts?”

Fred’s eyes widen and he bites his lip to keep from moaning. He lets his eyes rake over Y/N’s body, focusing on the way the fabric clings to the curve of her breasts. “Oh I have many thoughts and none of them are appropriate enough to be said out loud right now.”

Y/N rolls her eyes as she shuts the curtain. She takes the bra off carefully and sets it aside for her to buy. She tries the next few bras on, showing each one to Fred, but they don’t quite elicit the same reaction as the first one. Fred had picked out two fuller pieces as well, and Y/N turns to those next.

The first one is sheer with some lace detailing throughout, with high cut leg holes that leave most of her sides bare. It’s high cut up the back as well, and if Y/N didn’t still have her panties on practically her whole ass would be hanging out. Y/N sticks just her head out of the curtain, so she can beckon Fred closer. “Come here, I don’t wanna expose my entire ass to the store.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Fred gets up and stands in front of the curtain, blocking the rest of the store from view. “Come on then, let’s have a look.”

“It’ll look a bit weird since I still have my underwear one, but I’m sure you can use your imagination to picture what it’ll look like when I’m naked.” Y/N opens the curtain fully then for Fred to see what she’s wearing, suddenly feeling embarrassed under his intense gaze.

“Jesus,” Fred groans, reaching out to touch Y/N’s thighs. He lets his eyes slowly roam over her body, memorizing every inch of skin. “If you don’t buy that I will never, ever, ever forgive you, Y/N. I’m serious. If we were allowed to use magic around muggles I’d be casting a few spells and taking you right here in this dressing room.”

“Fred,” Y/N scolds, before pulling him into a brief kiss. “Okay go sit back down, lover boy. I’ll try the last one on and then we can head to the next store.” Y/N shuts the curtain again and gets undressed, placing the black piece with the red bra she tried on earlier. She slips into the white piece quickly, taking a few moments to admire herself in the mirror. This one is less revealing, yet somehow feels sexier to her. The material is lace, but not only sheer in the areas that sprawl over her stomach and the leg holes are only cut a smidge higher than a normal pair of underwear, leaving much of her sides and ass covered. But the neckline is a plunging halter top, which leaves much of her breasts exposed.

Y/N opens the curtain, giving a little twirl for Fred. “You like?” she asks.

Fred nods wildly. “Very much. You look so sexy in white, Y/N. So innocent, yet so dirty at the same time. You’re driving me wild, baby.”

“No need to lay it on so thick, Freddie. I already agreed to sleep with you,” she teases. “Now go wait outside. I don’t want you to see what I buy so it’ll be a surprise.”

Fred gets up and comes to stand in the doorway of the dressing room, pressing a brief kiss to Y/N’s lips. “Such a tease, Y/N.” Fred pulls his wallet out of his pocket and places it into her hand. “Whatever you want is on me, baby. Okay? I’m spoiling you today.” Back when Y/N and Fred first got together during their Hogwarts years he used to dream about the day he’d have enough money to shower Y/N in presents and treat her like the Queen she is. Now that those days are finally here he takes every opportunity to spoil her, whether she likes it or not.

“Freddie,” Y/N responds before kissing him again. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I know, but I want to.” Fred winks at her. “And this way I don’t feel as bad when I inevitably destroy something ripping it off of your hot body.”

Y/N closes the curtain on Fred then, shaking her head as she listens to him laugh as he walks away. She gets redressed quickly, holding the three things she plans on purchasing in her hand. Y/N walks towards the till slowly, grabbing a few pairs of underwear on her way, including a red lace thong that will go perfectly with the bra Fred had picked out. Once her purchase has been made Y/N heads out of the store and meets back up with Fred.

“All set?” he asks, wrapping an arm around her waist. When Y/N nods he grins. “Perfect. To the sex shop we go!”

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“Who knew there are so many kinds of dildos?” Fred muses as he stares at a wall covered top to bottom in different dildos. “I mean so many different colors, and shapes, and sizes. It’s truly remarkable,” he comments, turning to look at Y/N. “Isn’t it?”

“Yeah sure, Freddie,” Y/N giggles. The basket in her hand is already quite full of a few things, but Fred insisted that a trip to the sex shop wouldn’t be complete without getting a new dildo. Y/N is quite familiar with a variety of different sex toys, many of them having been gifts from Fred, but those are tucked away in her bedside drawer for her to use on her own when Fred isn’t around. This is the first time they’re picking out toys to use together, and Y/N would be lying if she said it wasn’t turning her on.

Fred wraps his arm around Y/N’s waist, pulling her close to his side. “Any one in particular catch your eye, love?” He leans over to whisper in her ear. “It’s your pussy it’ll be buried in after all.”

A shiver runs down Y/N’s spine right to her core and she lets her eyes roam over the wall. There truly is a wide variety of dildos, and some even scare her a little bit. She turns to Fred and presses a kiss to his cheek. “You know what I like, Freddie. You pick one out, surprise me.” Y/N hands him the basket and gives Fred a stern look. “Don’t make me regret that decision, Fred.”

“Have I ever given you a sex toy you didn’t like?” he asks. “You’re in good hands baby. I promise.” Fred waits until Y/N has left the store before he grabs the dildo of his choice, making sure to grab a few extra things on his way to the checkout counter.

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Y/N examines herself in the mirror, wiping her sweaty palm off on her bare thigh. She’s standing in her and Fred’s bathroom wearing nothing but the lacy red bra and thong she’d purchased earlier that day. Even though Fred has seen her in far less clothing, she can feel nervous butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. Something about exploring new things with Fred has her feeling like a virgin all over again, nervous and unsure what to expect. Y/N had been mostly hands off when deciding what new things to explore, leaving the decisions to Fred. She trusts Fred with her life, but the uncertainty of where the evening is going to take them is making her a weird combination of excited and turned on.

“I’m ready when you are, baby,” Fred calls from the other side of the door.

Y/N takes a deep breath, before she opens the bathroom door and steps into their bedroom. Fred is sitting on the end of their bed in just his boxers, leaning back on his hands. She can tell that he’s already hard, and arousal starts to blossom in her stomach.

“Baby, you look ravishing,” Fred comments, letting his eyes take in every inch of her body. The red looks amazing on her, and the skimpy fabric leaves much of her skin bare, just how Fred likes it. Y/N’s hands move to cover herself up, and Fred drags his gaze away from her bare thighs so he can make eye contact with her. “Come on, Y/N. Be a good girl, let me see you.”

Y/N blushes and clasps her hands behind her back, so Fred can see all of her. His voice is deep and firm, and it puts her at ease. Fred dominating her is familiar, and it quiets the butterflies in her stomach. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Good girl,” Fred praises. “Now turn around for me, I want to see all of you.” Fred bites his lip as Y/N turns around, his eyes immediately drawn to her ass. “So pretty, baby. Do you like getting all dressed up for me?”

“Yes sir.” Y/N’s skin is burning from Fred’s intense gaze and she can feel the blush that’s creeping down her neck to her chest.

“Turn around,” Fred demands, smirking when Y/N instantly faces him again. “Listening so good tonight, baby. I might not even have to get that brand new paddle we bought earlier.”

Y/N shivers at the thought of Fred using a paddle to spank her. She’s no stranger to the feeling of Fred’s hand swatting her on the ass, but it’s usually purely for pleasure purposes, never to punish. And the thought of Fred taking her across his lap and spanking her until she cries makes her core throb.

Fred starts to palm himself through his boxers, trying to decide what to do next. “Get on your knees, kitten.”

The nickname is new, and it makes Y/N’s core throb as she drops down to her knees. “Yes, Daddy.” Y/N’s eyes widen, and she looks up at Fred. It’s always sir or master when he dominates her, never Daddy. They’ve never talked about it before and Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t eager to say it again.

“What did you call me?” Fred asks, wanting to make sure he heard her right. He tries to keep his tone even so that Y/N doesn’t think he’s angry with her.

“Daddy.”

Fred’s cock twitches at the name and he has to bite his tongue to stifle a groan. “Get over here, kitten and suck Daddy’s cock.”

“Yes Daddy,” Y/N answers as she crawls over to Fred. She immediately settles in between his spread thighs and pulls his boxers down to his ankles, freeing his cock. One of her hands wraps around the base as she takes the head into her mouth, sucking on it gently. Fred’s moans encourage her to keep going, and Y/N starts to slowly move her head down, taking more of Fred into her mouth and down her throat.

Fred groans as Y/N’s lips squeeze around his cock, and he gathers her hair up into a ponytail. It’s a warning, that if she isn’t a good girl for him he’ll have to fuck her throat so hard she can’t speak tomorrow, and as she starts to slowly pull her head back Fred gives her hair a light tug. “Don’t be naughty, kitten. You know how Daddy likes to have his cock sucked.”

Y/N moans around Fred and starts to bob her head faster. Her hand twists at the part of his cock she can’t fit into her mouth, and she lets her tongue rub at the vein on the underside of his cock. Y/N’s hand starts to stroke him as she pulls off to allow her mouth to pay extra attention to the head. She looks up at Fred under her eyelashes as her tongue starts to lick and flick at just the tip, gathering up the precum that has started to bubble out.

“That’s it,” Fred moans. “Being such a good girl, kitten. That pretty little mouth of yours was made for Daddy’s cock wasn’t it?” Y/N moans as she swallows him down again, causing Fred’s hips to twitch, forcing himself a little deeper down her throat. “Where should Daddy shoot his first load, kitten? All over your pretty tits? Or do you wanna swallow it, like the little cum slut you are.”

Fred’s dirty talk is sending shocks of pleasure right to her core, and Y/N has to clench her free hand to resist the urge to start touching herself. She isn’t allowed to touch without Fred’s permission, and if she does he’ll spend the rest of the evening edging her but never allowing her to finish. After a few more bobs of her head Y/N pulls off, stroking Fred slowly, changing the pressure of her grip as she does. “Want it in my mouth, Daddy. Please.” Y/N presses a few kisses to the tip of Fred’s cock, before taking him back down her throat.

“Of course, kitten. How could Daddy say no when you ask so nicely?” Under normal circumstances Fred would keep Y/N on her knees for him for the better part of an hour, not only for his pleasure, but hers’ as well. The longer Fred waits to finally touch Y/N the more intense her orgasms are, and their sex is much more enjoyable for Fred when Y/N is screaming his name. Fred starts to thrust his hips gently to meet Y/N’s movements and his grip on her hair tightens when she moans around him again.

Y/N takes a deep breath and relaxes her throat, before moving her head until her nose touches the skin just above Fred’s cock. The tip of his cock hits the back of her throat and she gags around him. A few tears leak from her eyes and saliva starts to drip down her chin, but she stays there for a few moments before pulling back to wrap her tongue around the head and suck. She tilts her head back slightly so Fred can look at the mess she’s becoming, before she takes him all the way back down again.

Fred moans as Y/N gags again, the image of his cock between her red, swollen lips with drool dripping down her chin and tears leaking down her face still fresh in his mind. “Fucking hell, kitten. You sound so pretty choking on my cock. You like the way it fills up your mouth, don’t you?” Y/N hums as her lips reach the tip of his cock and Fred lets out a deep groan. “Daddy’s getting close, kitten. Gonna shoot into your pretty mouth so you can swallow it down just like you asked. Being such a good girl for me already. I bet your pussy is already dripping just from having my cock in your mouth. You’re such a little cock slut, aren’t you kitten? You always need Daddy’s cock filling you up, isn’t that right? Nothing makes you cum as hard as Daddy’s cock does, right kitten?”

Y/N moans as she continues to take Fred’s cock all the way down her throat, letting herself gag for a moment before pulling back and repeating the process. She can feel Fred twitching against her tongue, a telltale sign that he’s on the verge of climaxing.  Y/N focuses on the feel of his cock in her mouth to keep her mind away from her pussy and the way it pulsates. Fred has somehow managed to talk dirtier than normal, and each word that comes out of his mouth goes right to her core.

“Oh fuck, kitten. Such a good little cock slut. Love the way you gag on my cock.” Fred pulls Y/N off of him slightly, and shallowly thrusts his hips a few times as he feels himself about to cum. “Here it comes, kitten such a good girl. Making Daddy cum from just your mouth.” Fred lets out a long groan as he reaches his climax, his hips twitching as his cock releases thick ropes of cum onto Y/N’s tongue and down her throat. He grabs Y/N’s jaw as he slowly pulls out to keep her mouth open. “Let me see your tongue, kitten. Daddy wants to see how pretty it looks with all of his cum on it.”

Y/N looks up at Fred and sticks her tongue out. Once Fred releases her jaw she swallows his release, before opening her mouth again, allowing Fred to see that it’s all gone. “Did I do good, Daddy?”

Fred nods, and uses his thumb to wipe away the drool on her chin. “So good, kitten.” Y/N shivers at his praise, and Fred cups her cheek. “Always my good girl, kitten. Such a good mouth, always sucking me so well. And you look so pretty with my cock between your lips, kitten. That mouth was made to suck Daddy’s cock, wasn’t it?”

Y/N nods, preening under Fred’s praise. “Yes, Daddy. Made just for you. I love sucking your cock, Daddy. Thank you for letting me suck you off and swallow your load.”

“You’re welcome, kitten.” Fred pats his thighs to give Y/N permission to sit on his lap, and he chuckles as she scrambles off of the floor to straddle his waist. This is the first time he’s touched her all night, and he lets his hands run down her back, over her bum to her thighs, before following the same trail back up. “Daddy’s gonna touch your pussy now, kitten. But you’re gonna be a good girl and not move. Right?”

Y/N places her hands on Fred’s shoulders and digs her fingers in as she nods. “Yes, Daddy. Always your good girl, promise.”

Fred moves Y/N’s thong to the side and lets two of his fingers massage her wet folds, just barely brushing her clit. “Wow, kitten. So fucking wet already just from having Daddy’s cock in your mouth.” Fred sinks one of his fingers into her heat, just letting it sit there. When Y/N remains still in his lap he smiles and starts to slowly fuck her with the digit. “Good girl, kitten. Daddy is so proud of you.”

“T-thank you, Daddy,” Y/N stutters as his finger curls inside her. Fred’s moving at a frustratingly slow pace, but with how turned on she is Y/N figures she could probably cum just from this one finger alone. “Can I have more, Daddy? Please?”

Fred pulls his hand away from her core, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s neck when she whines. “How about we get one of the new toys Daddy bought you, kitten? Would you like that?”

“Yes please, Daddy. Thank you Daddy. I love you.”

Fred pulls their mouths together in a slow kiss, his hands gripping her thighs as he stands up. He places Y/N down on the bed gently and pulls away. He chuckles when Y/N pouts at him, and he presses a few quick kisses to her lips. “I love you too, kitten. Now lay back on the bed for Daddy, okay?” Fred waits for her to get into position before he walks over to their dresser where a few of the toys he’d purchased earlier are sitting. He had hoped Y/N would be a bit naughty so he could try out the paddle, but he’ll have to save that for another time. He settles on the new pink vibrator Y/N had picked out. It’s not as long or as thick as Fred, but it’ll be a nice warm up for his cock.

“Here,” Fred says as he reapproaches the bed, handing the toy to Y/N. Instead of rejoining her on the bed, Fred grabs the chair from the corner of their room and placed it at the foot of the bed. It gives him the perfect view of Y/N and what she’s about to do for him.

Y/N swallows thickly as she examines the toy. Her pussy is throbbing with the need to be filled, so much so that it takes her a few seconds to notice that Fred hasn’t rejoined her on the bed. “Daddy,” she whines, propping herself up on an elbow to look at Fred. “You’re too far away.”

“Don’t worry, kitten. Daddy’s right here. He’ll join you in a bit.” Fred bites his lip, his cock twitching at how unbelievably sexy Y/N is. “Tonight is all about trying new things, right kitten?” When Y/N nods he continues. “Well tonight Daddy is giving you permission to touch yourself. I wanna watch you fuck yourself with that pretty pink vibrator, okay? And once you’ve come all over it, Daddy will come back and touch you. Sound good, kitten?”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you Daddy.” Y/N keeps herself propped up on her elbow so Fred can watch as she takes the vibrator into her mouth, sucking on it just like she’d sucked on Fred earlier. Once it’s wet she pulls it out of her mouth with a pop and turns it on to its lowest setting. She trails it down her chest to her breast, moaning as the vibration stimulates her nipple. If she were alone Y/N wouldn’t bother with the theatrics, she’d just go right for fucking herself on the toy. But she wants to put on a show for Fred.

“Oh Daddy,” she moans as she moves the vibrator to the other nipple. She makes direct eye contact with Fred as she starts to trail the vibrator down her stomach towards her core. She takes a moment to push the fabric of her thong aside, before she presses the tip of the vibrator against her clit. It sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body and her hips jut up as she whines.

“Feel good?” Fred asks, his eyes trained on Y/N’s dripping core. He can already feel himself getting hard again, and he starts to slowly stroke himself with a loose fist.

“So good, Daddy,” Y/N moans, turning up the vibrator up one notch. She presses it against her clit harder, her head tossing back as she groans.

“Does it feel better than Daddy’s fingers?” When Y/N shakes her head, he chuckles. “What about his mouth?”

“No, Daddy,” Y/N pants as she starts to tease her entrance with the tip of the toy. “Nothing feels better than your mouth.” Y/N starts to slowly push the toy into her, her walls clenching around it and sucking the toy in further. “Oh fuck,” Y/N moans, pushing the toy in as far as it can go.

Fred squeezes his cock, biting his lip to contain the noises he wants to make. Y/N looks ethereal as she fucks herself with the toy and Fred doesn’t want to distract her. “How does it feel, kitten? Talk to Daddy as you fuck yourself.”

“F-feels good.” Y/N increases the speed of the vibration as she starts to fuck herself with the toy slowly. The pace is agonizing, but the tip of the vibrator brushes her g-spot with every movement and she already can feel her orgasm building. “Not as good as your cock, Daddy. But so good.”

“Nothing is as good as my cock, isn’t that right, kitten? No toy or man will ever be able to make you feel as good as my cock does. That pussy belongs to me and no one else. Right, kitten?” Fred has to stop stroking himself to avoid orgasming again. The next time he cums it’ll be inside Y/N, and he still has a few plans for her before that’s going to happen.

Y/N’s toes curl as she increases the pace of her movements and she can feel her walls spasming around the toy. “Yes, Daddy. My pussy is yours. All yours,” she babbles. “Gonna come soon, Daddy. Can I come? Please. I’ve been such a good girl.”

“Gonna come already, kitten? You’ve barely even touched yourself,” Fred teases. “Do you like showing off for Daddy that much?”

Y/N moans and her back arches as her orgasm nears and she stats to slam the toy into herself harder. “Love it so much, Daddy. Love being your good girl. Always wanna be good for you.”

“You are such a good girl, kitten. You look so good fucking yourself with that toy. You’ve already got Daddy hard again.” Fred stands up, his eyes trained on Y/N’s face. “Go on then, kitten. Come for Daddy.”

“Oh, oh, Daddy,” Y/N moans as she finally reaches her climax. Her hips thrust down on the toy as pleasure washed over her and her thighs tremble from how intense her orgasm is. As she comes down from her orgasm the vibration of the toy is too much, but before she can pull it out Fred is sitting next to her on the bed and grabbing the end of the toy.

“We’re not quite done here, kitten.” Fred increases the speed of the vibrator and starts to slowly fuck Y/N with his, watching as her body writhes on the bed.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” Y/N babbles as Fred starts to fuck her with the toy faster. Her body feels like it’s on fire, and she can already feel her next orgasm building. Tears have started to leak out of her eyes, and she collapses against the bed. “Too much Daddy, please.”

Fred slows down the pace of his movements for a moment. “Do you need Daddy to stop, kitten? It’s okay if you do, you just need to say the word and Daddy will stop.”

Y/N shakes her head. “Don’t stop Daddy, please. Wanna come again. Feels so good Daddy.”

Fred starts moving at the same pace as before, leaning down to press a few kisses to Y/N’s forehead. “Such a good girl, kitten. Come for Daddy on the toy one more time and then he’ll give you his cock, okay?” Fred grabs one of Y/N’s hands in his and intertwines their fingers, before pressing them down against the bed above her head. “Good girl, kitten. Come for Daddy.”

Y/N’s back arches off of the bed as she comes, an incoherent mess of moans and whines falling from her mouth as pleasure rockets through her body. Her whole body is trembling, and it feels like she can’t breathe as Fred turns down the vibration on the toy and continues to slowly fuck her as her orgasm rolls over her.

Fred watches Y/N’s chest heave with deep breaths as she comes down from her orgasm, and he slowly pulls the vibrator out of her. He leans down to kiss her forehead gently, squeezing their intertwined hands. “You did wonderful, kitten. So, so good. I love you so much.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you. I love you.” Y/N whines and tilts her chin up, silently asking Fred for a kiss.

Fred complies immediately and kisses her slowly for a few moments. He presses a few quick kisses to her mouth before pulling away. “Do you have one more in you, kitten? Are you ready for Daddy to fuck you?”

Y/N nods, letting Fred help her sit up. “Yes, Daddy. Need you so bad.”

Fred grabs the bottom of Y/N’s bra and pulls it over her head, kissing her again as his hands starts to massage her breasts. He lays her back down as he settles in between her legs, his hands running down her torso towards her core. “Can’t wait to bury my cock in your pussy, kitten. You always feel so good wrapped around me.” He slowly pulls her thong down, admiring her now naked body.

“Fuck me Daddy,” Y/N begs. “Want you to pound my pussy.”

Fred practically growls as he grips Y/N’s thighs and he pulls her down the bed closer to him. He braces himself on one hand near her shoulder, while the other wraps around the base of his cock and positions himself at her entrance. “Ready, kitten?”

“Yes, Daddy, please.”

Fred slams his hips forward, pushing all of himself into Y/N’s dripping heat. He throws one of her legs over his shoulder and grips her hip before he starts to snap his hips into her hard and fast. “Fuck, kitten. Still so fucking tight for Daddy. How does my cock feel? Is it stretching you out?”

“Daddy,” Y/N moans, starting to move her hips to meet Fred’s thrusts. She clenches around him tightly, wanting to bring him to his orgasm. She’s still extremely sensitive from her first two climaxes, and from the way Fred’s cock is relentlessly rubbing against her g-spot she knows it won’t be long before she comes again. “Your cock feels so good. Feel so full, Daddy.”

“God, kitten. Love your cunt so much. Always feel so fucking good.” Fred starts to rub harsh circles on Y/N’s clit, hoping to bring her to her third orgasm. Her walls are like a vice grip around his cock, and Fred knows we won’t last much longer. “Who does this pussy belong to kitten? Is it yours?”

“No,” Y/N pants, shaking her head. She lets out a long whine as Fred lands a particularly hard thrust and she momentarily loses the ability to speak from the pleasure flowing through her veins. “Belongs to you, Daddy. All yours.”

“That’s right, kitten. All mine.” Fred’s rhythm starts to falter as his orgasm approaches, and he starts to apply more pressure to Y/N’s clit. “Come on, kitten. Come for Daddy. Give him one more and I’ll fill you up with my seed.”

Y/N’s eyes roll to the back of her head and her back arches as she comes again, a low moan ripping from her throat. She relaxes against the bed as she comes down, her hands tangling in Fred’s hair and tugging on it harshly. “Please Daddy. Come inside of me, want you to fill me up.”

Fred buries himself completely in Y/N and his hips still as he comes, his cock twitching as it paints her insides with his release. He rolls his hips slowly before stopping his movements all together. He gently places Y/N’s leg back on the bed, and he leans down to kiss her softly. Fred slowly pulls out of Y/N and lays down next to her on the bed, pulling her into his chest.

“Love you Freddie,” Y/N  mumbles as she presses her face into his neck. She wraps her arms around his torso and presses a few kisses to his sweaty skin. “Love you so much.”

Fred chuckles and presses a kiss to her forehead. “I love you too, Y/N.” He just holds her for a moment, pressing her to his chest tightly. He looks down at her, noticing the slightly dazed expression on her face. “I’m gonna go run you a bath, okay? Stay right here, baby.” Fred kisses her gently before he climbs out of bed and heads into their bathroom.

Once the bath is warm and filled with bubbles, Fred goes back into the bedroom and slowly picks Y/N up bridal style. He takes her into the bathroom and places her in the bathtub carefully before getting in behind her.

Y/N relaxes back against Fred’s chest, letting the warm water flow over her. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, baby. Anything for you.” Fred rubs his hands up and down Y/N’s arms in the water to soothe her and presses a few kisses to the top of her head. “So, Daddy, huh?” he teases after a few minutes of silence.

Y/N laughs and tilts her head back so she can look up at Fred. “You’re in no place to talk, kitten,” she fires back.

Fred smiles and leans down to capture Y/N’s lips in a sweet kiss. The angle is awkward, but neither of them seem to care. “Hey, I’m not complaining it was wicked hot. What about you, did you enjoy trying something new?”

Y/N hums and nods, kissing Fred again. “Let’s just say I think we should head back to that sex shop again sometime soon.”

“Does tomorrow work for you?”

[secondhand-trash]

Three’s a Company

Kinktober 2020 — threesome

A/N: ngl I wrote this under the prompt for threesome but threesome might be the least relevant of tropes in here lmao

Pairing: Yamaguchi Tadashi x reader x Tsukishima Kei

Description: Who says that only two could be a company?

Warning: m/m/f, subby bottom!Yamaguchi in stockings, spanking, 69 (oral giving + receiving), unprotected sex, cumshot, slight rimming, overstimulation, vibrating cockring

Word count: 2467

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All that could be heard in the dim room was the low pitched buzzing that sent chills to your core, the pornographic squelching from the clear liquid dripping off the blonde’s fingers and the softest, sweetest whimpers from the boy who was shaking between your legs.

Such harmony.

You pat the back of Yamaguchi’s head, cooing as you try to ease his sobs. Light freckles dusted over his shoulder, looking like stars blinking at you on the sky as the owner’s body trembled. He was in between your legs, his stomach facing down on the mattress as he arched his hips back, trying his best to stay in that position even though his legs were about to give in. His form was crumbling as the round silicone ring continued to vibrate at the base of his leaking cock, feeling horribly dull and painful between his legs. His tears trailed onto your lower stomach as he leaned his face on you, his hands gripping onto the soft flesh of your thighs in a desperate attempt at self control.

“Pl- please...”

You were always more inclined to be the nicer one in this combination but you could understand why Tsukishima always had fun playing the one to torment and tease. He looked far too pretty with his head between your legs, the delicious dip of his spine extending all the way down on his back and stopping at the plush curves of his ass that was pushed up and on display for the man standing behind him to see. His wide-spread knees clad in white stockings that stopped at the middle of his thighs, the elastic snug around his tongued muscles and pushing a soft ring of flesh out in contraction. 

The stocking was par his childhood friend turned lover’s request. You had poked fun at him for his fetish towards the frilly accessories multiple times before only to be thoroughly taunted when you dropped into silence the moment Yamaguchi stepped into your view in the scant lingerie he was put in, the white of the lace looking all the more sinful when your eyes trailed up to see his cock barely contained by the thin fabric.

The thong was long scattered to the side, leaving him naked less for the stocking that made him look all the more erotic than he would if he was completely bare. He let out a squeal when the mattress dent around him as Tsukishima climbed onto the bed, whimpering when he felt the taller boy parting his ass.

“Yamaguchi, you’re being noisy.”

“You’re being mean, Kei,” you said, running your fingers through Yamaguchi’s soft hair as you looked up with a supposedly warning but more so amused glare.

He clicked his tongue, a mocking chuckle rolling off his tongue as his nimble fingers carefully took the frame off of the bridge of his nose and placed it at the bedside table. “What?” he replied, his eyes looking right into yours as he slowly leaned down. His fingers ghosted along the side of Yamaguchi’s chest when he placed a few light kisses along his spine, making the boy shudder beneath him. “He likes it.”

Tsukishima’s fingers were long, each knuckle permanent under his pale skin as they made weaved through the other boy’s hair. With a soft yank, his head was tilted up. Tear stained his flushed cheeks as he bit his lips, his eyebrows locked together in pain from the stimulation he had been put through. 

“Are you gonna be good?” 

He could not nod any faster at the question, earning him a laugh from the man behind him. Tsukishima pushed his head down onto your lap before pulling away and kneeling behind him. The blonde fisted his cock mean-spiritedly, his lips curling up when the boy let out a sharp cry. His fingers trailed down to the rim of the cock ring, his body leaning back to inspect his lover’s exposed backside. His hole was clenching around nothing but the earlier stretch from Tsukishima’s fingers, clear lube dripping from the swell of his cheeks as his legs shook. The rim was a lovely shade of pink, basically begging and asking to be wrecked with each spasm.

Yamaguchi whined when he felt the hard tip lining up at his entrance, his hands holding onto your legs as he tried to keep himself still. Tsukishima took his time, pushing in bit by bit as the person taking his length sobbed onto the bed sheets from the newly added waves of pleasure. His mind was going blank, the vibration at his cock and his ass being stretched out proving to be too much as his hands clawed at whatever he could reach.

You felt yourself getting hotter and hotter by the moment at the scene that was unfolding in front of you. Tsukishima threw his head back when he finally bottomed out, his pelvis pressed up against the other boy’s hips. Yamaguchi let out a choked cry when he started thrusting up, the sound of skin slapping against skin bouncing off the walls. 

Hooking your legs over Yamaguchi’s shoulders, you squeezed his head between your thighs before giving him an affirming tap on his head.

“Need a distraction?” you tucked his head back until his mouth was hovering on your folds.

He latched on almost immediately after you gave him the green light to lap you up. You sat back as your lips fell open, propping yourself up with your palms planted flat on your sides as the boy eagerly ran his tongue along your slit. Each snap of Tsukishima’s hips sent the boy jolting forward, the tip of his nose brushing against your pubic hair as his moans were muffled by your cunt. His tongue was sloppy, flicking and slurping up on your juices with his brain too fired up by the overwhelming shocks of having his body pushed to the brink.

“That’s it, puppy...” he whimpered at the pet name, his grip on your legs tightening while his swiped his tongue across your clit. You moaned when he flicked against the sensitive bud, the clear juices of your arousal running down his chin as he pressed his face against you. “What a good boy...”

“You spoil him too much,” the man plowing him at the back huffed, his palm landing flat on the jiggling cheeks that shook under his force with a loud smack. A  choked moan ripped from the back of his throat as he felt his mind going heavy at the blood that was rushing down.

You let out a sigh when he pulled his tongue out of you, his pants landing on your fluttering lips as his eyes struggled to stay open from the burn in his body. “Please... please I’m- hmp!” 

His cries were cut short by another smack on his rear. Tsukishima let out a taunting tsk, licking his lips when he felt his lover’s tight hole clenching around his girth at the disapproving tone he used. 

You cooed, your hand gripping his jaw and brought his teary eyes up to you. His breath hitched when the thrusting stopped, the cock buried deep inside him throbbing but he was too desperate to please to push his hips back for more friction.

“You want me to touch your cock, puppy?”

His pupils were blown out, a glassy filter clouding his vision as tears welled up in his eyes. He sounded like he was about to cry when he whimpered, pursing his lips as he nodded. You looked past his shoulder, quirking your eyebrow up at the man who had his hands on Yamaguchi’s reddened skin. He did not give in to pleas unless he was satisfied with it, and you tilted your head as you waited for a response.

“Flip.”

His voice sent shivers to the depths of your core. Unhooking your legs, you wasted no time helping the shaking Yamaguchi got onto his back with a thump as Tsukishima briefly pulled out, his tip nudging at the gaping hole before plunging when the smaller boy barely stabled himself. You licked your lips, shooting the man you were now facing a knowing grin while crawling over Yamaguchi. You did not forget to allow your tongue to run along the slight dent of his abs as you inched closer and closer to his cock, the saltiness of his skin making you groan as it expanded in your mouth. Your finger traced around the lacey band around his thigh, feeling the rigid ruffles under your touch.

His cock was an angry shade of purple, the tip pressing against his lower stomach as beads of white dripped down from the side. The cock ring was still buzzing against the crown and you felt tingles on your skin when you flattened your tongue on his length, feeling the vibration from the silicon when you licked up starting from the very base.

You turned around, carefully lowering yourself down onto his face as he held onto your hips with fumbled hands. You hummed when you felt his tongue on your pussy again and you grinded against his face to set the rhythm. He shook beneath you when your lips ghosted above his leaking tip, your tongue darting out to swipe across the slit at the very top before finally sinking down. You moaned around him when his licks got more rapid at the feeling of your warm mouth around his deliberately neglected cock. 

You slowly started bobbing your head along his shaft, hollowing your cheeks out as your hand held onto the vibrating ring at the bottom. The sound of squealing was right by your ears when Tsukishima snapped his hips up, pushing the cock in your mouth further down your throat when the least expected. Yamaguchi whined against your folds when he hit the back of your throat, feeling your contract around him. You gagged, trying your best to focus on your breathing as you looked up at the taller man accusingly. He only replied with a chuckle, languishly rolling his hips when you showed the slightest sign of getting onto his pace.

At this new angle, you now saw clearly how his cock disappeared in the tight ring of muscle. The vein at the underside of his cock pulsed with each push and pull, his balls slapping against Yamaguchi’s ass that was already a fiery shade of red from the friction. You felt the coil in your stomach clenched at the vibration from Yamaguchi’s muffled moans when you held your breath and sunk all the way down, feeling the vibration tickling your nose before you pulled away. He was hyperaware of each brush of your tongue on the underside of his cock, each time your throat tightened had him feeling like he was close to giving in only to be put into his place by a sudden jerk forward in his ass like the blonde was reminding him to behave.

“Fuck,” your eyes rolled back when you felt a strong suck on your clit, the pain from the nails digging into the side of your hips making your toes curled. You pulled away with a pop of your lips, replacing it with your hand and earning you a breathy gasp. You rolled your hips back, pressing yourself further down onto him as you rode his face. His tongue lapped at the juices that were gushing out, letting you use him to your pleasure. 

A groan from above caught your attention and nothing could stop you from falling over the edge when you looked up. Tsukishima had a blush that burnt across his face, his eyebrows knitting together his throat bobbed. He wasn’t the most muscular guy but each flex of his stomach as he tried to hold himself back was nothing slight of tempting, 

You shuddered when you came, throwing your head back as you rode out your high. Tsukishima‘s breath hitched at the sight of your eyes rolling back, your lips parted as lewd whimpers rolled off your tongue. He held onto Yamaguchi’s lace-cladded thighs, folding his legs back and burying himself down deeper. 

“Tsukki! I- I can’t.. please, please let me cum-”

“Then cum- let go,” the blonde hissed between his teeth. Cupping his balls as you flicked your wrist, you pressed your tongue flat against his tip as he shuddered. His voice filled your ears when he crashed down, his vision going white from how intense it was after such long while of being denied release. You groaned when you tasted his load on your tongue, some of it drooling all over your chin but you couldn’t care less. 

Tsukishima gritted his teeth, his jaw sore from how hard he was clenching it as he felt Yamaguchi’s body shook from the aftershocks of his orgasm. His lips fell agape when he held still, his shoulders shaking when he let the waves of pleasure took over. Yamaguchi whined at the warmth that was filing him up, his head falling back and hitting the mattress when you leaned down to trace your tongue along where their bodies connected. You mapped the rim before allowing your tongue to wander up, circling around Tsukishima’s girth with a loop-sided grin on your face. The white substance that was starting to seep out collected at the tip of your tongue and you let out a groan when you tasted the saltiness now spreading in your mouth. 

The man watched as you shamelessly lapped at the trails of white that gushed out the moment he pulled away, the corner of his lips curling up before he leaned down to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss. He groaned at the mix of his and Yamaguchi’s release on your tongue, holding your jaw tight in his hand as his tongue swiped across the bottom of your lips.

You rolled to your side, pulling the other boy close to your chest. He whimpered when the cock ring was finally pulled off of his now softened cock, shutting his eyes tight when you placed soft kisses on his forehead to coax him down.

“You did so well...” Tsukishima muttered as he flopped down on the other side, pecking the blade of his shoulders in a rare gesture of blatant tenderness.

“I- I...” Yamaguchi panted, slipping his hand into the other man’s as he leaned against your collarbones, “that was good...”

You chuckled, “Yeah?”

“Maybe you should go in his ass next time.”

“Tsukki!” he exclaimed, his flustered tone a sharp contrast to the nonchalant one from his lover.

“Ooo, I like the sound of that,” you chimed in, biting a laugh back when he snapped towards you with eyes wider than the moon, “you’re down as long as we can make you cry, aren’t you?”

“Not you too...”

[sirthisisa-wendys]

The Sacrifice Part 5: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: A Festival turns into a *festival* (sort of)

wc: 1.7k

tw: drinking and tomfoolery

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a/n: y'all. I have been worn out by today and just needed something fun and light to write. I will be adding a 5.5 tomorrow since I couldn't do what I wanted to do with this chapter originally. (sorry, loves) Stay tuned! See you all soon.

“Have you ever been to the Festival of Dragons?” Serena asks, wrapping herself in a black dress with silver bits of glitter scattered about.

“No,” you admit, examining your own black silk gown, and then looking down at your golden slippered feet. “What is it like?”

“Don’t spoil the best parts,” Cly warns, draping a silk shawl around her shoulders before braiding her black hair behind her ears. She gives you a wink, then turns back to the mirror, and you tilt your head at Serena.

“It’s full of food....”

“And fireworks,” Helen interjects, wiggling her mauve fingers around.

“Dancing,” Ariadne adds, and you laugh, wondering if your two left feet would make it through the night.

“Oh! And ambrosia.” Danai breathes, her eyes going wide.

“Ambrosia…” The girls sigh dreamily, and you bite your lip, waiting for someone to explain.

“Ambrosia?” you finally ask when no one says anything, and Clymenestra turns back to you, fully dressed, and proceeds to adjust your dress slightly.

“Ambrosia is the drink of the gods. But since you’re still mortal, I’m not sure that you can have any.”

“I’m sure now that she’s been spending her nights with His Holiness that he’ll allow--” Serena jabs Ariadne in the ribs at the sight of your embarrassment, and she hisses in pain.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine if that’s what he wants her to have, right, Cly?” Serena asks, and Cly nods, smiling at you.

“You’ll be fine.”

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The Festival of Dragons would be held in the realm of the God of Wind, which was a short trip by dragon ride at sunset. Gojo and Geto both waited for you all, fully in their dragon form before you got there.

Your fingers still feel sore (and your head aches terribly) from when you clutched so tightly onto Geto’s mane as he ascended, climbing into the sky with Ariadne and Danai behind you. And yes, you screamed all the way to the Sky Realm, which looked like an open-air marketplace filled to the brim with stalls of food, games, and musicians playing the same song at the same time.

“Toji won’t be attending,” Geto confirms to the group, and you all collectively let out a sigh, then disperse into the crowd eagerly. You look to Geto, who lifts his arm for you to take, and once you loop your arm around his, he leads you along the path of stalls. As you marvel at the vast array of foods, sounds, and people that look somewhat like humans - but if one were to peer closely, they would find small differences from normal human faces - your eye catches on a colorful array of bracelets, and you pull Geto in that direction without words.

“FIve strands to protect you from evil,” the man behind the wooden counter smiles, and you finger a rainbow-colored one, then turn to Geto excitedly.

“Can I get one for all of us?” you ask, and he chuckles, waving his hand at the display.

“Have your pick, my lady.” You choose six more, and then - upon realizing you have no money to pay for the things - you set the back on the counter, much to Geto’s confusion.

“I have no money,” you reply when you see his face, and he blinks twice, then whispers in your ear,

“Y/n, everything is free.” You frown and squint your eyes.

“But how…”

“I’m the Dragon God, remember? This festival is for me and my counterparts.” The stall owner seems to have tuned you both out, focusing on weaving his strings and minding his business while you two discussed the logistics of the unnecessary payment.

As you take your prizes to the next stall, the scent of something meaty catches your nose and you sniff about, which makes Geto laugh earnestly. “I think you’re smelling kamuth.”

“What’s that?” you ask, looking at the spinning wheels of meat in the booth.

“It’s a delicacy among the immortals; it’s said that this rat-like creature first crawled from the bottom of the Earth to the highest mountain in order to reach the Sky Realm.” Geto plucks a slice of meat from the wheel and presents it to you, placing it in your open mouth. “But now, it’s just a rodent we fatten up to cook for festivals.” The salty meat slides down your throat easily and you hum in delight, reaching for another piece.

“Ambrosia?” a woman offers, and as you consume another slice of kamuth, Geto secures two cups full of yellow, shimmering liquid.

“Drink it slowly,” he warns, and you take a sip of it, letting the sweetness of it wash away the salty aftertaste of the meat.

“This is delicious,” you mention before you hear two voices call out behind you.

“Suguru!” The pink-haired boy from before and a man with black hair and a red stripe over his nose appear out of the crowd, beaming at Geto with admiration.

“Yuji, Choso,” Geto begins, smiling widely. “You two look like you’ve had your fair share of ambrosia.”

“Fifteen glasses before Choso here upchucked all over the floor,” Yuji states proudly, thumbing over to the unsteady Choso, who hiccups and covers his mouth. Choso’s eyes slide your way, and when he looks at you, you feel as if he’s looking into your soul.

“A human?”

“For now,” Geto holds out his hands to stop his protests. “Toji has already--”

“There you two are,” Two hands float out of the crowd and yank on the collars of both Yuji and Choso at the same time. “I look away for one moment and you two go staggering off into the crowd like dogs without leashes.” Megumi fades into view and you watch as he drags the two off into the crowd after muttering, “Sorry about these two idiots, Your Holiness.” You bring the cup to your lips again as you watch them disappear, then swallow the ambrosia for courage.

“Shall we continue?” Geto holds out his arm again, and you take it happily.

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You had to admit, you were having so much fun watching the boat races, the dancers, and the speed-weavers that you forgot to drink your ambrosia slowly. By the time the cup is empty, you’re slightly unsteady on your feet and feeling sluggish. Geto immediately notices your slight impairment and frowns at your empty cup, gripping your arm tightly.

“Oooh,” you drawl, head tilting to the side slowly as you examine the colored lanterns around the grounds. “I want some lanterns like those,” you state. “All around the bedroom. Will you do that for me, Geto?”

“I’ll get you whatever lanterns you like, my lady,” he replies, and finds a place for the two of you to sit away from the crowd. You try to sit up straight, but your body keeps angling back slightly, so Geto has to catch you and sit you upright each time. “Y/n, do you feel tipsy?”

“I feel…” You stop to think for a second. “I feel warm and fuzzy all over, like a blanket,” you laugh, and Geto has to catch you again.

“Let’s go home,” he murmurs, and you straighten up, trying to make yourself appear more alert.

“No! The fireworks haven’t happened yet.”

“There will always be next year, my love.” You grasp his hand abruptly and tug on it once.

“But I’ll only be human for a few more weeks,” you plead, but he doesn’t look like he’ll give in. Not with that concerned look on his face.

“You’re under the influence of ambrosia; I’m taking you home, y/n,” he states, scooping to pick you up easily and walking back to the field where he landed as a dragon earlier. You watch him go to the edge of the cliff and step off, and for a second, panic sets into your bones as you scramble to see where he's gone. But a massive dragon shoots up from the edge as you peer over, landing on the grass with precision. A soft snort means “get on”, and you shakily do so, clutching onto his mane with all you had.

When you settle onto his back, he slowly begins his ascent, lifting off into the sky easily. One circle around the Sky Realm and then you’re off, speeding through clouds and air, the wind sailing past your face and making your once-tidy hair unkempt. At some point, you feel the overwhelming fear pass and you look up at the sky, reaching a hand up to touch a small cloud. Despite the cloud feeling like nothing, you contain your disappointment and yell,

“Why did you go so fast earlier? Did you want me to scream my head off?” The choppy growl Geto gives sounds like a laugh, almost, and you roll your eyes, sinking back into his mane as you descend to the palace. He shifts back into a man when you dismount, and then scoops you up again, carrying you past the front doors and to his bedroom.

“This is so romantic,” you croon jokingly as he places you back down, then begin to fiddle with your dress so you can slip into bed. But as your fingers slip on the clasps, Geto takes over, brushing your hair to the side so he can see the back of your gown. When his fingers ghost on the exposed skin, you shiver slightly. After the dress slides down your figure, you step out of it and turn to face Geto, covered only in a silk slip that reaches the top of your thighs.

Even under the influence of the drink of the gods, you don’t miss the way his eyes roam over you appreciatively; drinking in every curve, dip, and slope of your skin. His inventions are clear when he cups your face and presses his lips to yours, and you’re not sure if it’s the ambrosia or the newfound confidence that makes you bold, but your fingers drift to the tie at his waist, undoing it deftly. You walk back to the bed, Geto still pressing kisses to your skin and you the same, articles of his outer clothing being left behind in a trail leading to the large mattress. Once he’s down to his pants and those alone, he speaks softly.

“I want you to be fully sober when we…” He leaves the rest up in the air, and you pull away from him, blinking slowly.

“But--”

“I need full and enthusiastic consent,” he asserts, and you nod once, understanding his meaning.

“Then just kiss me until I fall asleep,” you counter, and he gives you a half-smile, his hands coming back up to your face and his lips pressing against yours as you sink into the pillows and sheets.

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[utakoi]

Taking Inventory

Pairing: Yandere!Pro Hero!Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader

Summary: Izuku breaks into your apartment to grab clothes for his dedicated shrine to you. He returns home with a little more than he initially planned.

Warnings: smut !!18+ ONLY!! (panty thievery + masturbation), yandere themes (stalking + break-ins), cursing

Inspo Playlist: An Unhealthy Obsession - The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra // Thinking Bout You - Ariana Grande // Who Are You, Really? - Mikky Ekko

A/N: I was very tempted to make the summary “hippity hoppity your panties are now Izuku’s property” but y’know. This was initially going to have a veryyy different plot, but I’ll probably save it for a sequel or sumn idk

Izuku Midoriya knows that he’s a fanboy.

It was apparent ever since he was a toddler, collecting every piece of All Might merch he could find and meticulously cleaning them to keep them in their utmost pristine condition. However, he thought his obsessive tendencies diminished over the years as he became a hero himself, perhaps being explained by how busy he was in his new duties as the symbol of peace.

Oh, how completely wrong he was.

Ever since he rescued you from a villain, he’s completely fallen back into his fanatic nature, albeit being much more intense than from what he remembers. Planning his patrols around places you frequented, sneakily taking photos of you as you went about your day, gathering information about what you liked and disliked… Those are just a few things Izuku’s done to work in “getting to know you” into his hectic schedule.

It’s come to the point that he acknowledges that his love for you has risen above his admiration for All Might, and that’s a tough thing to accomplish!

Now, after a long day full of protecting civillians and taking down villains, he pins new polaroids on the wall and wonders if you’ve pieced together the clues he’s undoubtedly left behind at your apartment when he last snagged some clothes to add to his dedicated shrine. Your quirk allows you to selectively heighten your senses for a short period of time, after all.

Izuku thinks about whether or not you use your quirk often at home. You’d have to, right? He’s seen you scrub and polish your floors thoroughly through your window while he watched from afar. You must have used your quirk to amplify your eyesight, likely allowing you to see every speck of dust littering your apartment. If you could manage to see such minuscule pieces of dirt, then you must have found a few stray strands of his curly green hair.

Thinking about you pinching the strands between your fingers to study it further makes him feel a little giddy, almost bordering on embarrassed. Did you figure out the clues? He knows you see him patrolling around your favorite areas. Sometimes, he even catches you looking at him, but you always just seem to catch yourself and go back to your daily routine.

If you didn’t find out his identity from the hair, then maybe the unfamiliar smell in your home allowed you to figure out what he’s doing. He’s sure that the smell of his cologne or body wash lingers in the air a little after breaking into your apartment, allowing you to catch whiffs of the scent. His giddiness intensifies a little more when he imagines some of his scent catching on your body, ultimately making you smell like him.

Maybe you’ve already figured out that he’s stalking you, but you’re too shy or intimidated by his status as the new symbol of peace to confront him about it? Maybe you’re even secretly crushing on him and love the amount of dedication he has to get to know you despite not being able to talk to you often due to the sheer amount of his hero duties.

He certainly hopes that’s the case.

As he cuddles closely with your shirt, he notices how your scent has become far fainter than the last time he brought it out.

It seems that he’s gonna have to go on a trip tonight.

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Thankfully, you have a night shift, so he won’t have to worry about not waking you up as he picks your lock. In less than a minute, the door’s open and he’s eagerly entering your apartment.

Passing your tiny kitchen and living room area, Izuku makes a beeline straight to your closet.

He places back the scentless clothes and then proceeds to dig around for new pieces to take back home. Brushing his calloused hands over the cottons, silks, and denims, he takes his sweet time picking out a few quality pieces. Once he’s made his pick, he starts to pack them neatly into his bag.

He stops his movements, however, when he notices something hanging off a basket closeby. Squinting at it, Izuku almost has a heart attack upon realizing what it is.

It’s a pair of your panties.

He’s opened up your underwear drawer before, but he closed it shut immediately after. He just couldn’t grow out of some of his childhood timidness and, well, he did feel like he would be crossing the line if he took your undies.

However, the difference between those pairs and this one is the freshness. He’s already deduced that the basket is most likely where you keep your dirty laundry, thus meaning that the panties that are hanging off it are…

A flood of heat courses through his body and before he knows it, the panties are in his hands. For a while, he just stares at it, taking note of the design and material.

A billion thoughts fill his head.

This is wrong, he shouldn’t be touching your panties! That’s just… wrong!

But isn’t everything he’s doing wrong? Even he knows that breaking into your apartment is practically villainous!

But still… Just like he did when he was quirkless before… He could just work hard to become a man worthy enough for your affection, right? You’d forgive him for this!

You probably wouldn’t even care much since you’re bound to fall in love with him in the end anyway. He’s just doing research to get to know you well so that he can be the best boyfriend for you!

He wouldn’t mind if you took a pair of his underwear, so you probably feel the same way, right? And- And then he’ll wash them for you right after he’s done with them! Ultimately, he’s just doing you a favor!

It isn’t until a good amount of time later that he realizes he’d been mumbling everything unconsciously. Taking a moment to compose himself, he stuffs the panties in with the rest of the clothes he’s taking and makes his way home.

// // // // //

Izuku doesn’t think he’s ever zipped down his pants so fast. As soon as he got home, he sprinted to his room and plopped onto his bed, dumping out his haul beside him.

When he spots your panties, he grabs them and immediately pushes them up to his face. As soon as your potent scent hits his nose, he groans and feels his pants suddenly grow much tighter.

You smell heavenly.

As he wraps his hand around his cock, he leans back on the bed and visualizes you hovering over his face. Your pussy is so close to his mouth, yet too far to lick at. All he can do is inhale your arousing scent.

“You’ve been such a good boy, lately, Deku. What about I give you a reward, hm? You want that?” You’d tease as your thighs ever so slightly squeeze his head.

“Yes, please! Please give me a reward!” He cries out, slightly muffled by your panties. He can imagine you laughing playfully in response to his desperate plea.

“Alright, but I don’t want to spoil you too much…” You’d finally drop yourself onto his waiting mouth, shutting him up effectively. “So you’re going to have to take my pussy with my panties still on, ok? Is that alright, my cute little pet?”

Izuku’s nose bumps against your clit as he nods as much as he can, causing you to moan delightfully.

He whimpers as his tongue darts out to lap at your panties. Fuck, were you actually wet while wearing these? Your taste is so intoxicating that it’s making his head spin.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Izuku growls. He tightens his grip on his erection, desperately trying to create more friction.

“I love you! I love you so much! Fuck, you taste so good!” He praises you as he licks and sucks at the fabric of your underwear. The mental image of you grinding harshly against his face and suffocating him with your clothed pussy fuels his lust.

He’s getting close, but it’s just not enough. He needs something more, just a little bit more!

Mind driven with the need to cum, Izuku shoves the panties into his mouth, effectively muffling his moans as he finally reaches his peak. His hips buck up wildly as his cock spurts out ropes of cum. They splatter all over his abs, and a bit even lands on the pile of your clothes he dumped out earlier.

Spent, Izuku takes the saliva-soaked panties out of his mouth and lets them plop next to his his head.

They’ve definitely lost your scent and taste now.

It’s a shame, really. He’d just gotten them and they’re already soiled.

“Oh well, I can always go back for another pair.” Izuku smiles as he plans out another trip to your apartment tomorrow.

[taetaespeaches]

“Is it the hat I’m supposed to be looking at?”

taehyung x reader (or oc) genre: smut; fluff word count: 2.8K

a/n: this one is for all my thots who love Tae’s weird but sexy ways lol. Peaches replaces the cowboy hat that was smooshed in “I’m pretty sure we just smashed your cowboy hat” and surprises Tae with it the same night he surprises her with a new perm. And they both get turned on very quickly. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

THE audacity.

Scoffing at your phone, you rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t look away as you stared at the close-up selfie of your boyfriend. It was sent with the accompanying message, “Do you like what you see, Peaches?” The photo was taken too close to see the new hairdo in its all its glory, but you could make out the curls and waves of the fresh perm hanging in his darkened gaze. This bitch.

The first perm was enough to kill you. Now he went and got another, without giving you so much as a heads up or a simple, “hey, brace yourself”.

Your staring at the phone turned into a glare. He knew exactly what he was doing. Taehyung knew just how to get you riled up. The man was a tease. But luckily, you knew him just as well as he knew you.

Taehyung was the king of self-control, which could be frustrating, presenting an unfair playing field when trying to work one another up. However, nothing got to your boyfriend quite like the element of surprise. He loved the unexpected, and he could never resist you when you pulled out unpredictable moves.

You recently replaced your boyfriend’s cowboy hat as a joke, as his old one got a little crushed underneath your bodies the first time you ever had sex. “You owe me a new hat, Peaches,” the man had teasingly told you that night. Well, you did buy him a new one, but now that was going to work against him.

Two could play at Taehyung’s little games.

Taehyung was on his way over, and if your timing was right, he should be just minutes from walking through your front door. And you were ready for him, the cowboy hat situated atop your head as you leaned against the wall across the room from your front door.

When a knock sounded against your door, you rolled your eyes. Really? You waited for a moment, knowing full well the door was unlocked, and even if it wasn’t Tae had exactly three keys to your place, one as a backup and one as a replacement to the one that he lost, that he later found after cleaning his room at the dorm. But another knock sounded, showing you he was really trying to fuck with you tonight.

Letting out a deep sigh, you traipsed across the room, checking to make sure it was indeed Taehyung waiting in the hallway as you looked through the door viewer. There he stood, his hood up, knowing you’d check before answering the door and not wanting to spoil his new hair through the tiny peephole.

Huffing, you twisted the door knob, pulling the heavy wooden door open, catching Taehyung toss the hood back just as the shock overtook his features. His widened eyes took you in, wearing the cowboy hat. Wearing only the cowboy hat.

“Do you like what you see, Partner?” You asked, purposely lowering your tone as you mimicked his earlier text, adding the western term in honor of the single piece of attire.

Tae’s mouth dropped open just slightly as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip, and you had to admit, the expression that exposed your effect on him in combination with his new wavey hair was beyond sexy. It was almost lewd. He appeared seemingly stunned until the realization of your nude form, standing in the doorway in front of the very public hallway of your apartment building, hit him at once.

Quickly, your boyfriend wrapped his arms around you, covering your body with his own as he trudged forward, shoving you back inside the apartment before he kicked the door closed. “Fuck, Peaches,” he let out in a huff. “What if someone saw you?”

“Oh, so you get to walk around in public with that hair looking like pure sex on legs, but I’m not allowed to stand in my doorway like this?” You asked him teasingly, a scoff leaving the man’s mouth as he looked at you in utter disbelief.

“How is that the same thing in any way?” He scolded you, though a smirk threatened to form on his lips.

“How is it not?” You retorted with a glare. “Look at you, baby,” you spoke, reaching a hand up to toy with a curl, feeling the soft hair between your fingers.

And there was the smirk, making your boyfriend look even hotter as his hands gripped your waist, pushing away from his body just enough so he could eye you up and down, keeping his hands on your skin. The simply touch from his gorgeous hands sent anticipation to your core.

“Look at me?” He questioned, his tone lowered as his gaze became more focused.

“I got you a new hat,” you smiled sweetly. A low breathy chuckle vibrated from the man’s throat as he properly drank in your presentation for him. He’d seen you naked too many times too count, but he had a way of appreciating you that made it feel like the first time with every touch and glance he laid upon you.

But it wasn’t just your nude body that was working him up by the second. It was that element of surprise he couldn’t resist. Add the callback to the cowboy hat from your first time together, and he was beyond the point of self-restraint as his hands lightly dragged down from your waist, overtop your hips, his tongue swiping over his drying lips as he prized the curve.

“Is it the hat I’m supposed to be looking at?” He questioned, as his orbs slowly scanned the tops of your thighs, up the shape of your hips, the softness of your belly and the supple flesh of your breasts, lingering for a moment before dragging his gaze over your collarbones and along your throat, finally settling on your face as his eyes met yours.

“Well, I did buy it just for you,” you smirked, Taehyung flashing you his boxy grin, highly entertained by your teasing, and the fact that you both knew it was working.

Finally, his eyes roamed over the hat, nodding in approval. “I don’t think it’s ever gonna look this good on me, though,” he complimented, you giggling at the comment.

His hands reached around your body to feel at your backside, you smirking at the touch. “It would be a crime to cover up this hair anyway,” you noted, Taehyung smiling fondly as he shook out his fringe.

“You like it?” He asked, a youthfulness overtaking his expression for a moment, a total contrast to the hungry man from just moments before. You nodded eagerly, digging your hands into the strands at the back of his head, giving a slight tug, a scoff leaving the man’s lips at the action.

“But you never answered me,” you started, Taehyung raising his eyebrows in question. “Do you like what you see, Taehyung?” You asked, the use of his name in your sultry tone shattering the last of his self-control as he gripped the flesh of your bum roughly.

Letting out the faintest of moans at his aggressive touch, Taehyung brought his lips to yours in a less-than graceful motion, knocking the hat off your head as he kissed you hard. You immediately matched the action, moving your mouth with his in perfect synchrony.

Taehyung’s arms wrapped around your waist as he guided you backward toward the bedroom, shamelessly letting out groans into the kiss, the sounds only working you up even more than you already were. Entering the intimate space of your room, you expected to feel the plush of your mattress against your back, a surprised gasp meeting Taehyung’s mouth when your ass was pushed against the cold wood of your vanity.

The items on top of the furniture rattled at the impact, the wood thudding against the wall, Taehyung’s hands coming to meet your face as he pushed his clothed body against your nude one hungrily.

Suddenly very aware of the lack of skin on yours, you reached under his hoodie, lifting it and the t-shirt underneath up his abdomen, Taehyung separating from your lips to allow you to pull it over his arms and head. When the clothing was off, no longer obstructing your skin to feel the warmth of his, Taehyung replaced his hand on your jaw as he kissed along your throat, searching for the perfect spot on your neck to leave his mark.

The man didn’t mark you often, but it was times like these when he lost control of his inhibitions completely that he couldn’t resist the urge to leave at least one purplish spot upon your soft skin.

You let out a whine at the realization of his intent as he prepared to suck against the side of your throat, Taehyung giggling against the spot. “Shush,” he mumbled, you letting out a breathy laugh before it got cut off with a whimper as he began to leave the hickey.

Pulling away, he soothed his thumb over the spot gently, a proud smirk overtaking his features. “Pleased with yourself?” You asked the man, Taehyung flashing you a boxy smile as he nodded, just before his gaze darkened again. He left a sweet lingering kiss to your lips before instantly dropping to his knees.

There were a few things your boyfriend was the king of. One of them being self-control. Another, duality. And as if you could ever forget, which you definitely couldn’t, when his tongue eagerly met your clit, you were quickly reminded that your boyfriend was the absolute king of eating pussy. Part of possessing self-control and duality was having the means to turn it on and off. When his mouth met your core, he switched his restraint all the way off, giving you everything he had. All you could do was grip the edge of the vanity with one hand and bask in the pleasure as your other hand tugged on his stunning wavey strands, every pull a silent praise for the man on his knees before you.

Being a master of your body and knowing just how to touch and work you, Taehyung sent you into your first orgasm of the night in no time. As you jolted in overstimulation, the man stood up straight, immediately pulling his sweatpants and underwear down his legs, stepping out of them and kicking them a few feet away.

Placing his hands on your hips, he kissed you once again, the meeting less messy than before but with the same level of passion and need. Just as you were settling into the rhythm of the kiss, he broke you out of it by spinning you around, pushing on your upper back to make you bend over. Running his finger up and down your slit a few times, he soon replaced it with his length, rubbing the head of it against you before sinking into you with a drawn-out groan.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, you letting out a small moan in response to the stretch. His hand found solace on your breast, the other wrapped around your stomach, holding your body close as he worked in and out of you.

You stared straight ahead at the reflection in the mirror, watching as Taehyung bit his lip as groans left his throat, his eyes scanning up and down your back appreciatively. His arm unraveled from your waist to gently sooth up your spine. Just as you dropped your head toward the vanity’s surface, Taehyung’s hand gripped your jaw, lifting your head back up to make you direct your eyes to the mirror again.

Meeting your eyes in the glass, you moaned at the way he thrusted particularly hard and deep upon locking his darkened orbs on yours. “Look at yourself, Peaches” he breathed out lowly, you nearly whining at the tone of his voice. “See how stunning you are?”

“Fuck, Tae,” you moaned, keeping your eyes on him, on his focused expression, at his strong hand clasped over your breast, at the heave of his chest as he got closer and closer to his high. He was gorgeous, his eyes scanning over expanse of your back and the roundness of your ass as his hips slammed against you, the wood of the vanity banging against the wall as the intensity of his movements increased.

When you clenched around him, he knew you were coming, and he wasn’t far behind. As your eyes closed, your jaw going slack, Taehyung wrapped his arm back around your belly, squeezing it’s soft flesh as he pulled you upright so your back was against his chest. You laid your head back on his shoulder, his thrusts slowing as you came down. Your boyfriend peppered kisses on your cheek, making you smile softly as you slowly returned to earth.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” you breathed out. “Insane,” you chuckled, Taehyung giggling with you. Turning your face to look at him, your hand met the opposite side of his face, pulling him into a passionate kiss. “Finish, baby,” you mumbled against his lips, Taehyung groaning as he gave you another thrust, eliciting a whimper from you.

Suddenly, he pulled out of you, flipping you around quickly before lifting you on top of the vanity. As he slid back into you, his hands grabbed your waist tightly, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you held yourself close to him.

It didn’t take him long to reach his orgasm as he soon pulled out, resting his forehead against your own as he jerked himself off with one hand, the other hand gripping your hip roughly.

“Oh my god, you’re so hot,” you complimented in a breathy tone, pressing light kisses to his partly opened mouth. Digging your fingers into the dampened curls at the nape of his neck, you tugged on the strands just slightly, Taehyung letting out a mixture of moan and a laugh just as he came on your abdomen.

Before you could whisper another compliment, Taehyung’s mouth was on yours in haste, you easily kissing him back as your hand slid further into his curls. Leaning away from him, you smirked. “I love your hair,” you told him, Taehyung giggling.

“Thank you, Peaches,” he pressed one last kiss to your lips before stepping away from you. “Let me get a towel.”

You chuckled as you watched your naked boyfriend jog out of the room to grab a towel from the bathroom, listening as he slammed cupboards, his feet patting against the floor as he made random vocalizations that were far too familiar to you after knowing Taehyung for so long.

When he stepped back into the room, he paused in the doorway, striking a pose as the towel hung over his shoulder, his hand dipping the cowboy hat at you.  

“Oh my god,” you laughed, as Taehyung switched to another pose, settling his hand on top of the hat, his other hand on his bare hip.

“How’s it look?” He asked with a quirk of his eyebrow, you trying to conceal your giggles and smile.

“So sexy,” you complimented.

“You like this?” He asked, switching the pose yet again, his hand leaving the hat to grab the towel, looking off into the imaginary distance.

“Tae,” you whined in complaint, dragging his name out. “Of course I like it, but I’m kind of sitting here with your cum all over my stomach,” you reminded him, Taehyung giggling as he grabbed the towel off his shoulder.

“Right, sorry,” he apologized bashfully. However, he couldn’t stop playing as he started twirling the towel over his head as if it was a lasso, making his way toward you as you laughed loudly at his silly behavior.

“You’re ridiculous,” you told him as he wiped your abdomen clean.

“You love it,” he noted, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose.

“I do,” you agreed, catching his lips in a sweet meeting. “I need a shower.”

“Oh?” He asked, widening his eyes innocently. How he could look so innocent as he wiped your body down was beyond you, but fuck did you love that duality.

“Wanna join?” You asked, Taehyung flashing you a stunning boxy smile. Grabbing the hat off his head, he threw it across the room.

“I can’t get my hair wet yet,” he pouted, shaking out his hair, you nearly cooing at his sulky expression.

Running your hand through his hair, you hummed. “I have a shower cap,” you noted, Taehyung’s smile returning as you giggled at your suggestion. “Now that would be sexy,” you teased, Taehyung dropping his forehead against your own as he let out a laugh.

“Let’s go then, Peaches,” he told you, you kissing the apple of his cheek as you continued to snicker.

“Fucking Kim Taehyung in a shower cap,” you thought out loud. “A dream come true, really.”

“I’m all about granting your wishes,” he joked along with you, shooting you a wink.

You gasped, Tae’s eyes widening as he looked at you expectantly. “Like a fairy godmother,” you cooed, your boyfriend scoffing as he held back a smile. “Could you get any sexier?”

[etoileholland]

If I could be that guy, instead of me

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader, Osterfield!sister

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Tom doesn’t think you like him in the same way, especially not after seeing you fawn over someone else. 

A/N: I was listening to the song “The look you give that guy/un coup de soleil” by Angèle, which heavily inspired this, but you don’t need to listen to the song to read this :) also this is for @chloecreatesfictions 1k writing challenge ❣ I really hope you enjoy it! The gif is not mine, all credit goes to its respective owner.

That look you give that guy, I wanna see looking right at me, Tom thought to himself as he wistfully watched you talk to the guy that worked at the bookstore.

You went to pick up a book that you ordered, making sure that it got sent specifically to that store location. At first Tom was unsure why it had to be this specific location, especially since it was clear across London, but once he saw the smile on your face when your eyes met the boy’s behind the counter, it all made sense.

He was everything Tom wasn’t, or at least Tom thought so. The guy you were talking to was taller, a bit more athletic, and definitely dressed better. If I could be that guy instead of me, Tom thought wistfully.

But sadly, no matter how much he wanted you, he knew that it would probably never happen since you were his best friend’s little sister. He knew that you only saw him as a brother figure, since he’s always been that to you.

It’ll probably never happen, he thought.

Noticing a chair near the counter, one that was just close enough to listen to your conversation, but not too close to be obvious, he plunked himself down in it. He looked around nervously for a second, but once he heard your joyous laugh, he fixed his gaze over to you.

He made note of your beaming smile, as well as how when you’re around that guy, your eyes just shine. They never did that when you were talking to him, nor did your smile seem as bright compared to when you were talking to this other guy.

“You are so funny!” You exclaimed to the guy behind the counter, twirling a strand of your hair in the process. The guy smiled at you, before saying, “Well, I think you’re quite funny too.”

There was a comfortable pause before a wave of remembrance washed over the boys face as he knelt down under the counter to retrieve something. He stood back up, a book in hand, wrapped up in brown paper with a red bow around it.

“Here’s the book you ordered.” He slid the book towards you, and you picked it up, admiring the wrapping. “I thought I should wrap it nicely, if that was alright with you.”

Smiling, you said, “It was, thank you.” Holding the book, you turned on your heel and gave him a little wave. “It was nice to see you Luke.” You added, smiling as the guy gave you a wave back.

“It was nice to see you too.” He answered, watching you practically skip over to Tom, who was now flipping through a free magazine.

“Did you see that?” You gasped, grinning from ear to ear.

Tom, less than enthused, answered, “See what?”

You gave him a knowing glance and said, “My conversation over there, he was practically flirting with me!” You grabbed Tom’s hand and yanked him out of the chair, eagerly leading him towards the door.

Tom allowed himself to be led by you, enjoying that you were holding his hand. Sure, it was only platonic for now, but it was better than nothing.

You led him outside, away from the store, and once you were far enough away you did a little happy dance, squeals and giggles and all. “Maybe he really likes me, wouldn’t that be nice?”

Of course not, I don’t want him liking you, it should be me instead of him, Tom thought. Instead of saying how he really felt, not wanting to spoil your happy moment, he answered “It would be.”

By this point you had let go of his hand, and Tom already missed the feeling of how your hand fit nicely in his. You were skipping ahead of him, smiling and joyous. When you turned your head and noticed he was a few paces behind you, you stopped and waited for Tom to catch up.

“Hey, do you still wanna grab lunch?” You inquired, stopping in front of a Chinese restaurant that you and Tom often frequented.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Tom answered back, giving you a half smile.

—

“You know, if you have feelings for my sister, just be honest with me.” Harrison uttered while he was benching some weights. He noticed that Tom had been distracted for about the past week, which matched up with the timeframe of you telling your brother Harrison about your crush on the guy at the bookstore.

When Tom heard his best friend say that, he nearly dropped the weights on his foot. “What makes you say that?” He replied, trying to act oblivious.

“I’ve seen the way you look at her, and I’ve seen the way your face scrunches up when she rambles on about that guy.”

“Right,” he answered, unsure of what else to say.

“Also, when you got drunk last night, while Y/N was at her friends, you confessed to me that you’re in love with her.” Harrison smirked, raising his eyebrow.

“I have no recollection of that.”

“Yeah, because you were absolutely sloshed. I’m even surprised you even remember your own name at this point.”

“Ha, ha, very funny.” Tom quipped back, before sitting on the bench of the bench press.

Harrison walked over to his friend and sat down next to him. “Really though, if you’re in love with her, go for it. I know you better than anyone, and I know you would be good for her.”

When Harrison saw that Tom looked at him unconvinced, he continued to speak. “I mean sure, it’ll definitely be weird at first, there’s no doubt about that. My best friend and my sister, how odd is that?” He laughed, “but I trust you with her. I know you’ll treat her like she deserves to be treated, with respect. So I’m only going to say this once more, if you want to be with her, you have my blessing.”

Tom glanced back at Harrison, who looked back at him sympathetically. “Do you really mean that?”

“Absolutely.” Harrison stood up, and patted Tom’s bicep. “Enough of this heart to heart, we have a tight schedule.” He joked, smiling at his best friend.

“Thank you.” Tom whispered as he stood back up, and walking back towards the set of weights on the wall.

—

“But do you really think Tom likes me?” You inquired while you and your friend Alexis were eating crêpes at the crêperie in Harrods. She was on the hunt for the perfect dress for her cousin’s wedding next month. Knowing that Harrison was fashionable, she asked if he wanted to come with to help pick something out, but he declined politely because he and Tom were set to go to the gym instead. She was also hoping to try to give you and Tom some one on one time while her and your brother shopped.

“Okay, listen to me,” Alexis stressed, “trust me when I say he likes you. It’s so obvious, but somehow you’re still clueless and oblivious.”

“I don’t know, I just feel like he doesn’t see me that way.” You stated, taking a sip of your espresso. “Like what if he only sees me as a little sister?”

Alexis sighed, rolling her eyes at the same time. “He doesn’t, he’s so in love with you!” She exclaimed a little too loudly, wincing when an older gentleman looked at her disapprovingly.

“Okay, if you’re so sure about it, what should I do about it?”

“Well, maybe be more flirty?” She shrugged.

Eating the last bite of your crêpe, you shook your head. “But what about Luke?”

“Who?”

“The guy from the bookstore.” You reminded her.

“Oh, that guy? Does he like you?”

“I mean, I think so.” You leaned forward with your elbows bent on the table, face resting on your hand. “He’s friendly with me, that’s for sure.”

“He’s hot too though, and really smart, plus his accent is like honey.” Your friend commented, eyes lighting up at the thought of him. “Why don’t we go over there after this, and see if he’ll ask you out?”

“You know, that’s actually a good idea.” You stood up from the table, pushing in your chairs. “Let’s do that.”

An hour later, you and your friend were walking up to the door of the bookstore. The bell from the door jingled when you opened it, and upon hearing that, Luke looked at you and Alexis and smiled. His gaze seemed to be fixed on Alexis as the both of you approached the counter. At the sight of her, he became flustered, his checks turning red.

“Hi,” he squeaked out, grimacing at how awkward that was. “How are you both?”

“Good.” You answered in unison, giggling. Just then, Alexis’s phone began to ring, and she ducked away from the conversation and stepped outside. You and Luke watched her walk outside, waiting for the door to close behind her. When it closed, Luke spoke up.

“Hey, while we have a second alone, do you think I can ask you something?”

Feeling your heart beginning to race, you nodded.

Luke cleared his throat before asking, “Is Alexis single? It’s just that she’s really pretty and-”

“Oh my god, yes she is.” You interrupted, grinning giddily. Instead of feeling disappointed that he didn’t like you, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. This meant that if Alexis was right earlier, you could have a real chance with Tom instead, and that was something to be happy about. “She really likes you.”

Placing a hand on his chest, he let out a breath. “Thank god, that’s such a relief.” He laughed, “So should I ask her out?”

“Definitely, I promise you’ve got nothing to lose.” You nodded your head, smiling at him.

When Alexis walked back inside the bookstore and back over to you both, you couldn’t contain your happiness. Neither could Luke apparently as he was smiling nervously.

“So um, Alexis, do you mind if I ask you something?” He asked, mustering up the courage.

“Of course.”

“Without soundly too forward, will you, by any chance, want to go on a date with me?” Luke asked, eyes nervously looking at Alexis.

Before she answered, she looked over at you for approval. When you gave her a subtle thumbs up where Luke couldn’t see, she smiled at you. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“Great, here’s my number.” He wrote it on a blank receipt paper and handed it to her, his hands shaky.

“Thank you.” Alexis nicely folded the piece of paper and stuck it in her pocket. “We should definitely get going, Y/N and I need to finish running some errands but it was so lovely to see you.” She grabbed your hand and smiled back at Luke, leading you outside of the store. When you both were far enough away, she squealed.

“I’m going on a date!” She said in a sing song voice, throwing her arms up in the air. “And you know what this means?” She tugged at your sleeve. “You can be with Tom now!”

Before you could answer, you heard a familiar voice speak up from behind you. “Who’s going to be with me now?”

You turned around to see Tom and your brother walking towards you. Their hair was slightly ruffled from working out, as well as being tousled from the cold autumn wind. When you didn’t answer the question, Tom smirked.

“Well,” you paused, “actually, what are you doing here?” You asked, hoping to avert the attention away from you.

“Oh, we were just stopping by to...” Tom began to answer, but when he couldn’t think of an excuse he looked over at Harrison, who just shrugged back.

“Get a book.” Harrison answered too quickly.

“Sure you did, like you guys know how to read.” You joked.

“Okay, rude.” Harrison remarked. “But really though, we figured we’d find you here.”

“You’re right, we just popped in to see Luke.” Alexis added, “which was good for me because he asked me out!” She eagerly pulled the paper out of her pocket, playfully waving it in front of Tom and Harrison’s face.

Harrison glanced over at you to make sure you weren’t upset by it all, but was shocked to see you smiling back at him.

“Are you alright with that Y/N?” Tom questioned, “because I know you really like him.”

You half-smiled, admiring how considerate Tom was of your feelings. “Actually yes, yes I am. I think Alexis is much better suited for Luke instead, and besides, there’s someone else I’d rather be with.” You glanced over at Tom, smiling from ear to ear. There was a glimmer in your eyes when you looked at him, in a way that you’ve never done before.

It took Tom a second to realise that the way you were looking at him, just now, was the same way that you looked at Luke. The way your eyes shone, how they seemed so full of wonder and love, was finally being directed at Tom, and him alone. 

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How about Mista showing Bucciarati some appreciation for mothers day? Maybe some tiddie sucking? 🥰

MMMM BRUNO I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK. You got a sexy noggin, boi. You know that I love me some BruMis mmmmm mmm MMM

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Mother’s Day sexy times, mentions of alcohol, sex toys, nipple sucking, and mommy kink. 18+ only as always!

Everyone in the restaurant was parting ways for the night. The parking spaces in front of Libeccio became more and more empty as the sky darkened. The gang had taken Bucciarati out to dinner as a gag for Mother’s Day, but the Capo took the joke lightheartedly. Everyone provided him with different gifts and tokens of appreciation, and after that, the team enjoyed their favorite food. Abbacchio went all out on purchasing wine, so nobody left the table without having at least one glass (one glass was all it took for Fugo to get trashed). By the time Bucciarati made it to the sidewalk outside, his eyes were a bit unfocused and the smell of the sweet spirits still lingered on his breath. With his arms full, he began walking home. 

“Need some help there, Mom?” came a voice from behind him. Bucciarati turned around to see Mista standing there, his arms outstretched and ready to take on some of the load. He was grinning at his own joke, per usual.

“Very funny. Yes, if you don’t mind,” Bucciarati said, handing him a few bags and opting to carry the rest himself. 

“Not at all.” 

The two men walked side-by-side down the sidewalk. Many families were still lingering around, escorting their mothers and grandmothers into cars and presumably about to head home for the evening. It warmed Bucciarati’s heart to see so many mothers being loved by their children, and vice versa. The thought was tinged with sadness as he thought of his own mother, and the lack of affection that she provided him when she was still around. He went quiet as he pondered this, almost forgetting that Mista was beside him.

“Bucciarati,” Mista said, breaking the ravenette’s train of thought. “When we get back to yours, I actually have a gift I forgot to give you at the restaurant. You’ll still accept it, right?” the beanie-wearer asked, another grin playing on his lips. Bucciarati raised his eyebrow curiously, giving him a look before returning his gaze to the sidewalk. 

“That’s fine. You all spoil me, really,” Bucciarati reasoned. His apartment wasn’t far now, he could see the outline of his building against the darkening sky.  “It’s your day, you deserve to get spoiled, Mom,” Mista joked, nudging his shoulder. Bruno couldn’t help but smile. 

“You’re milking it for all it’s worth, aren’t you?”

Mista gave him the side eye. “’Course. I could call you Mommy instead, ya know.” 

Bucciarati chuckled. “I might prefer that, actually.” Mista said nothing in response, pursing his lips. Even after Bucciarati looked away, his gaze still lingered on him. The mafioso’s place wasn’t far, and he couldn’t wait to get there and give him his gift. 

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“Close your eyes and put out your hands,” Mista requested, his tone giddy. He was excited to give Bucciarati his Mother’s Day gift, almost vibrating in his shoes because of it. He wasn’t sure how the Capo would react, but it was worth a shot.  

“Is this necessary?” Bucciarati questioned, but nonetheless followed his instructions. 

“Duh.” 

Mista leaned forward to where Bucciarati was sitting on the couch. Carefully, he placed a light package in his leader’s hands. When Bucciarati opened his eyes, he beheld the poorly-wrapped gift. Though, the wrap-job was oddly endearing. With deft fingers, he pulled the wrapping paper away. He made a confused face when he looked at what was underneath. Then, his face smoothed in understanding, a flirty grin coming to his face. Mista had gifted him a pair of lovely blue nipple suckers. 

“Well, what do you think?” Mista asked, biting his lip. 

“I’m not sure what these do,” Bucciarati said, feigning ignorance. “Why don’t you help me out?” 

Mista took a sharp intake of breath. His loins were beginning to stir already, but he swallowed and moved closer to Bucciarati. With an unsteady hand, he grabbed the zipper of his jacket and pulled down, exposing his chest even more. Bucciarati’s puffy brown nipples were on display, already hardening from being looked at. Mista shakily opened the toys, taking one of the suckers and giving it a few test squeezes. “They go on you, like this,” he said, applying the toy to his chest. Bucciarati gave a deep, shaky sigh as Mista pitched his nipples with the suckers. When they were on, Bucciarati felt almost winded. His cock began to become more interested, hardening in his trousers while Mista played with him.

“That feel good?” 

“Mhm,” Bucciarati hummed, sticking out his chest for Mista to see. His chest looked so wonderful like that, his nipples erect, his tattoo rippling with every breath he pulled in. “It would feel much better with your mouth on them, though,” Bucciarati whispered, setting a hand on his teammate’s leg suggestively. Mista was screaming on the inside, he felt like he was going to explode. But on the outside, he kept his composure, removing the suckers to make room for something better. 

“You got it, Mommy,” Mista responded coyly, knowing that he was pressing Bucciarati’s buttons. The Capo gave him a heavy-lidded look before guiding Mista onto his lap. Their hearts both raced as Mista lowered his head, latching onto one of Bucciarati’s stiff nipples. He squeezed the other pectoral reverently, groaning from the sensuality of it. His cock was now completely hard and no doubt jabbing into the other man’s stomach. 

“’M sorry,” Mista muttered from his chest, looking up at him apologetically. 

“That’s okay, baby. Keep going,” Bucciarati encouraged. He held the taller man faithfully to his chest, cradling him. Mista shivered in his lap but enthusiastically sucked on his chest, laving over his nipples with a wet and eager tongue. “Keep going for Mommy,” he added, his breath coming in more ragged. This sparked something inside of Mista, because he began to grind against Bucciarati as he sucked on him. With a little ‘pop’, he unlatched before giving his other pectoral the same treatment. 

Bucciarati was eating up the attention, moaning and rutting his chest against Mista’s lips. He ripped off his beanie and instead let his fingers sink into his curly locks, holding him. All the while Mista massaged his tits, squeezing and kneading, having the time of his life. At the rate they were at, Bucciarati felt as if he were going to cum in his pants. “Guido...” Bucciarati moaned, his head lolling on his shoulders. “You’re gonna make Mommy cum... Can you help me? I need just a bit more, baby,” he cooed, moving one of Mista’s hands to his crotch. The mafioso nodded eagerly against his teat and began to palm the bulge between his legs enthusiastically.

It took no time at all for Bucciarati to cum under Mista’s ministrations. The Capo’s body trembled as he reached orgasm, still grinding into Mista’s palm. The gravelly tone of his words had disappeared and were instead replaced by sweet, mewling sounds of pleasure. Mista could have came just from Bucciarati’s moans alone, but he was patient. He unlatched himself from his tits, his nipples littered with little marks from his teeth. Both of the men were sporting wet spots on the front of their pants, varying in severity. 

“Good job Guido, very good job,” the mafioso praised, petting Mista’s hair gently. Mista gave a pleased sigh and nuzzled into Bucciarati’s chest, feeling satisfied even though he didn’t get to cum. On that thought, Bucciarati guided him away and onto his back. Mista’s could hear his own pulse ringing in his ears as Bucciarati peppered his neck in kisses. “Thank you for the Mother’s Day gift,” he said, smirking against his neck. “But I have a present for you, too. Close your eyes and unzip your pants,” Bucciarati said sassily, mirroring Mista’s words from earlier. 

“Is this necessary?” Mista retorted, chuckling at the pointed look Bucciarati gave him. 

“Duh. But, I could unzip them for you, if you’d like,” Bucciarati replied, his eyes sparkling with mischievousness. 

Mista’s eyes reflected the same deviance. “Please do, Mommy.” 

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Valentines Day

Idol: Ahn Yujin (Izone)

Request: Yes

Anon: hi may i request a valentine's day date with yujin? thank uu 😄

A/n: Sorry that this came super late! No excuses, it’s all me to blame. So sorry love! So I hope you like it!

You fixed your collar, staring at your reflection, before moving to pick up the flowers.

Exiting your apartment and breathing in the fresh air, you smiled. Going to your car before driving away, excitement filling your body as you tapped on the steering wheel.

You were heading to the dorm because finally after months of pinning and waiting for the perfect time you finally asked Yujin out for a ‘date’.

But actually all you just said was, “A simple hangout,” leaving it there while you were a blushing hot mess.

But nonetheless Yujin texted you a few hours later saying that she agreed and will be ready by late afternoon. After a day of panicking, mild squealing you didn’t decide to ditch her, planning the whole day.

You stopped at the apartment and left the car, making sure you weren’t too messy before heading up. When you knocked on their door, you smiled at Eunbi as she greeted you, letting you inside to wait and talk while she went to get the maknae.

You conversed with Yena, Hyewon, and the others who took the time to catch up since they were so busy with their recent comeback. A few minutes later you heard Yujin’s laughter as you turned to look at her.

It went exactly as the dramas interpreted it to be, the slow motion turn as you welcomed the sight of Yujin, smiling as she talked with her leader before she turned, smiling at you and you were content.

For a few minutes you sat there staring at her in awe at how a human can be that beautiful. The girls would’ve found it weird if it was any other person, but they could see the affection in both of your eyes as you looked at each other.

So quietly they left, going inside their rooms to let you two be until you left, giving you the privacy you needed, and you would be sure to thank them for it.

“Hi,” you said softly as you stood walking towards her slowly until you stopped a few feet away

“Hi,” a giggle erupted from her lips, making the butterflies swarm your insides at the sound of her laugh, you were so lovestruck for her that you didn’t know what to do anymore.

“You look beautiful,” you complimented and Yujin couldn’t stop the blush from appearing on her face as she tucked a piece of her behind her ear. She was used to getting compliments, given the fact that she’s achieved so much. But there was just something about you that made it a lot more special for her.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” she said back and you giggled, reaching out for her hand and gesturing you head to the side, “Let’s go?”

Yujin smiled, nodding her head and holding your hand, both of you going out and moving to your car while exchanging short conversations. The air seemingly more like the usual you two shared at school.

But the soft and warm feeling of holding her hand made you squeeze it here and there, which didn’t go unnoticed by the other but Yujin didn’t hate it either.

When you opened the door to your car, you pulled out the flowers and showed it to Yujin who gasped when she saw the bouquet in your arms.

She took it and smiled at the flowers softly before she looked up at you with the same soft smile, hoping to show you gratitude that you actually brought something for her.

“I didn’t get you anything,” she pouted, causing you to giggle at her as you shook your head, “I asked you didn’t I?” You said simply, offering your hand, holding the door open. Yujin was close to swooning at your chivalry, taking your hand and stepping into the car.

You shut the door, walking around the car with a skip in your step before driving off, your conversation continuing earlier as you drove, glancing a few times beside you to the girl who was busy admiring the flowers with happiness in her eyes.

Half an hour later, you were out of the city and soon a ferris wheel greeted your vision followed by the gasp from the girl beside you, her puppy eyes turning to look at you with disbelief, a bubble of laughter escaping at the sight of her clear happiness mirroring in her eyes.

Once you parked your car Yujin made a move to get out but of course, being the cheesy human being, you stopped her. Quickly moving to the other side and opening the door, which earned yet another giggle and a playful punch to the shoulder.

Both of you lined up, followed by a great deal of arguing on who would buy the tickets, which in the end, you won by saying that she would pay for the dinner later.

Eagerly, once you got inside Yujin was quick to grab your hand and pull you further in, excited with the fact that she finally got to spend time in an amusement park, without the camera’s watching her every move.

While you let it happen, happily matching her excitement as you also showed your awe and amazement as you looked at the massive rides and games.

“Oh! Let’s do this one,” she dragged you over to the basketball hoops and you playfully rolled your eyes when you saw the glint in hers.

Because everyone knew how Ahn Yujin could be so competitive, “Best out of three?” She offered with that cocky smirk that you’ve seen oh so many times, but you accepted nonetheless, knowing in the end you would let her win.

“Ha! You owe me!” Yujin exclaimed as she took a step back, jumping as she stared at the scores, 234-250,

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll pay for dinner later,” you said but Yujin pouted and pointed at you,

“Nope, I’m paying for dinner, I’m gonna redeem this win in the future,” she said before dragging you away again, this time to one of the roller coasters, bubbling in excitement while she listened to the screams of the people riding it, and you could only coo at her antics.

She may have looked mature but she is still a kid.

So for the whole time you spent at the amusement park, you made sure to bring out the Yujin that you knew, the child that didn’t care and only enjoyed her time at what she was doing.

Playing around, chasing each other, and even spoiling her in the food that she wanted to eat. Buying her a ridiculously large stuffy that she could bring back to the dorm.

But Yujin also did her best to pay for some stuff too, even if you told her that you saved up some money, she ignored you and paid because she wouldn’t allow you to pay for everything today.

“What’s the last thing?” Yujin asked as she looked around, trying to find the one ride you two didn’t already go on. “The ferris wheel, but I don’t think this would fit,” you shook the stuffy in your arms and Yujin pouted.

She’d always wanted to go on it, just to watch the sunset but unfortunately she couldn’t. When you saw the pout you moved and nudged her shoulder, “Hey there’s always next time,” you said, Yujin brightening on the prospect of you two going out again someday.

—

Yujin, picked the restaurant you two were going to eat at tonight, giving you the directions before you two went inside, making sure to put on your masks and carefully lowering your heads as you got a table where it wasn’t too crowded.

The dinner was simple, after the tiring things you two did today, a nice relaxing dinner where you talked about everything and nothing was the best choice for the both of you.

You two enjoyed the dinner and took it as an opportunity to laugh at all the things you did today and made fun of each other a lot.

By the end of the night, you two were a giggly mess as you drove Yujin back to the dorms. When she stopped in front of the door, both of you stood there. Awkwardly waiting for the other person to talk before you were the one to speak.

“I had fun today,” you said and before you could continue Yujin pulled you into a hug, a sudden warmth spreading throughout your body as you inhaled her familiar scent. “Thank you so much for today,” she whispered before pulling back smiling at you before she waved, “See you next week,”

When the door closed you stood there, a little shocked at what she did before you finally got to your senses and turned to walk away.

But a few steps in you heard the door open followed by Yujin’s voice, when you turned she stopped in front of you, and you thought that she forgot something.

You were about to ask her but she took a step forward, getting closer to your face as she placed a kiss on your cheek, “Happy Valentines day, Y/n,”

She smiled before rushing back inside, this time leaving you rooted against your place for a while, clearly shocked by the sudden gesture before you snapped out of it.

You raised your hand to your cheek, smiling at the feeling before calming the butterflies inside your stomach.

This was truly a Valentines day you couldn’t forget.

[waatermelon-sugaar]

Choose Me

Pairing = Richard x GN reader 

Words = 1.4k

Summary = You meet Richard at a fancy-dress competition 

Warnings = some mistakes, I wrote this quite quickly

A/N = Prompt no. 18 requested by @phoenixhalliwell​ as part of my 300 follower celebration, thanks so much for the request, hope you like it! Prompt was “Choose me” w/ Richard and bolded in text. First time writing him, hope it’s ok! 

Posted to AO3

Masterlist

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Fancy dress competitions were the worst. 

And your sister, Hannah, had decided to throw a fancy dress competition in her garden, all to raise money for charity. Which meant you couldn’t complain and you had to make an effort. 

It was all part of an annual summer party she threw, starting in mid-afternoon, finishing late, with children running around, a barbeque for the food, and a couple of games. And this year she’d also chosen to do fancy dress. Conveniently she was exempt, because she was going to judge. 

When you’d asked why you couldn’t judge, she told you ���Too many cooks spoil the broth.” And also that “it would be embarrassing if the host’s family didn’t dress up!” But apparently not that embarrassing, because neither she nor Hayden, your brother-in-law, had dressed up. 

It wasn’t the dressing up that bothered you so much, more it was deciding what to wear. What if everyone else had much better ideas, or went along with a theme, or…? 

In the end you’d chosen a simple costume, finding a ghostbusters jumpsuit in town and deeming it to be good enough. You were regretting all your life choices at the moment, however, the sun beating onto your shoulders in the late afternoon heat, and you were sure that your tank top and shorts underneath were soaked in sweat. 

The garden had been decorated nicely, bunting around the boundaries, fairy lights pinned up for later in the evening when it turned dark. But for the meantime, you were left standing next to a stranger who was more interested in talking to the person on their other side, leaving you feeling like a lemon, standing there, not knowing anyone. 

You glanced back to the darkness of the kitchen, where it was no doubt much cooler, and aimed a glare at where you were sure Hannah was standing. What was taking so long you had no idea, but you could see her talking to someone else. 

Your nieces, nephews, and their friends milled around in front of you, a couple chattering about the merits of each costume in amusing seriousness while they ate the treats available. Hayden was playing a game of football with a couple of kids in the shade at the other end of the garden and you huffed in impatience. 

Hannah had claimed she’d choose a fair, impartial judge (and you ‘didn’t fit that criteria’, when you’d opened your mouth to argue), someone she knew from work, she’d said, but you weren’t prepared for who stepped out of the kitchen with her. The first thing you noticed was his moustache, big, but neat. His hair was curly, and greying slightly, a stray curl flopping onto his forehead. 

He looks nervous as the two of them step out of the house, and although you don’t care, you never did, about this competition, suddenly you really, really want to win. 

They took their time going down the line, accepting donations from each of the entrants and marking something on their clipboards. 

Finally, finally, they reached you. 

“This is Richard,” was all you got by way of introductions as you handed over your donation. You gave him your hand to shake, smiling and telling him your name. 

“Nice to meet you Richard.” 

Hannah had already seen your costume, so she soon returned back to the cool darkness of the kitchen, so you walked up to Richard, where he was watching the football game, clipboard hanging at his side.

“Dare I ask who you picked as the best?” You ask, standing next to him. 

“That would be telling.” He has nice eyes, you notice, dappled brown in the sunlight and with laughter lines at the side which crease as he talks. 

“Choose me.” You say. “Choose me and…” You flounder for a second, flirting a strangely unfamiliar territory after so long without practice. “... and I’ll give you a kiss.”

Your eyes meet his before he ducks his head, a faint blush rising up his cheeks. “I … ok.” The words are quiet enough that you nearly miss them, but, regardless, you lean forwards and give him a quick peck on the lips. 

You don’t give him a chance to do anything about it, drawing away, opening your eyes, and watching as he leans forwards slightly, trying to follow your mouth. You grin and Richard’s suddenly fascinated by the football game, shifting his feet, while you can’t help but grin wider. His lips were soft, and his moustache tickled you, but he moves closer so the backs of your hands were touching. 

The rest of the afternoon is spent flirting, and you learn that both of you are rusty when it comes to flirting. The winner of the fancy dress competition is announced just before dusk after some passionate arguing between Richard and Hannah, before you are given second place, and the winner is a friend of Hannah’s, wearing an elaborately patterned Belle gown. 

You can’t be bitter, she does look good. 

“Sorry you can’t take back your kiss.” Richard has approached you this time. 

You bite back a smile. “Maybe you could walk me home and kiss me properly as compensation? Away from all these children?” 

Richard leans forward into your personal space as his eyes flick down to your lips, again. “I’d like that.” 

So the two of you say your goodbyes, a short process considering you both know a combined total of 5 people at the party, leaving the glittering fairy lights and light music behind for the yellow of the streetlights and sounds of distant cars.

Hannah had given you an annoyingly knowing look as you’d said goodbye, hardly able to contain herself with excitement. “Coffee tomorrow?” may have sounded like a perfectly innocent request, but seeing as Hannah was just short of winking, you knew exactly what she wanted, rolling your eyes but nodding in agreement. 

“I’ll text you,” you promise, already walking away, turning to go through the house, where you can already see the outline of Richard through the glass in the front door, waiting for you. 

It’s cooler this side of the house, less people, and a lack of fire, but you prefer it this way. You didn’t dare take off your costume all afternoon, not even to wrap it around your waist, and the cool air feels light on your face. 

The sky is clear and beautiful, stars peeking out between the glow of the streetlamps as you and Richard walk home. There’s still a faint glow of orange sun peeking over the horizon, casting deep purple above the two of you. You stay quiet for the most part, and you know that you’re too busy thrumming with anticipation to think of something to say, although you can’t speak for Richard. 

“Well this is me.” You��ve made it to your house, and you suddenly think that you don’t want the night to end. Standing at the edge of your front yard, you glance back at the house. “Do you want to come in? For a … for a drink?” 

When you look back at Richard, he’s stepped closer. “Better not,” he says, and you can’t help but feel disappointed. “Maybe I could take you out tomorrow night though?” 

His voice is soft, and you bite your lip so you don’t grin like a fool, nodding your head. His eyes are starting to close a little, darting around your face, centering on your lips. 

You close the space between you, pulling your arms around his neck and kissing him. 

It’s ten times better than the one earlier. 

His lips are still soft, but he takes more agency this time, biting your bottom lip, and when you open your mouth, eagerly dipping his tongue in. His arms are on your body, hands feeling like they’re running everywhere, like he can’t get enough of you, can’t believe he’s actually touching you. 

It’s messy, and a little desperate, and you feel a bit like a teenager again, having to kiss out of sight of your parents. Your bodies are pressed against each other, and it takes all your self control not to wrap a leg around his waist. Richard’s pressing into you, and you can feel the weight of his stomach against yours, the way he purposefully keeps his hips away from yours. 

Your hands thread into his hair, tugging a little when the two of you separate, gasping for air. “Meet me here at 7?” You ask. It takes a minute for him to remember what you were talking about before he nods, eyes sparkling in the growing darkness. 

You steal another quick kiss before you leave him, and when you invite him in the next night, he doesn’t say no. 

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