#notice the complete lack of an 'if' in my last sentence

[magical-regical]

Hot take:

I wouldn't mind too much if Caleb wasn't a dateable character. I know the game description says he's a 'childhood friend' and him and the MC being 'taken in' by grandma was probably like, in an orphanage way not an adoption way.

But hear me out. The sibling dynamic between these two. They're the siblings who are

"You are 100% my ride or die, I would walk through hellfire for you." but also "no officer I've never seen this person in my life."

Also I want to see protective nii-san Caleb just staring down Xavier and Rafayel because,

"what makes you think you're good enough to date my sister—"

To Xavier: "��you can't cook, you sleep like a koala, and you have a tendency to disappear under mysterious circumstances."

To Rafayel: "—you're literally a fish."

and giving Zayne SO much shit for taking so long to admit his feelings for MC.

[the-saucy-wave-equation]

coming to the conclusion that the kind of writing that my old PI wants is overly simplified because she's overworked and just not thinking straight a bunch of the time

[wileys-russo]

Before the void. “You have a new best friend!?”

part of the fresa universe new best friend II a.putellas

if there was something alexia was used to being the eldest of three, it was an utter lack of peace and quiet. so when she opened the front door after training, body drained and muscles aching with exhaustion and called out hello without any answer back, her guard was up.

her mami's car was in the driveway, evening slippers missing where they normally sat by her door, alba's bedroom light was on and her school uniform was in a crumpled mess on the floor, and your backpack was on your bed, papers strewn about and the sneakers alexia had laced up for you before you left this morning were discarded in the corner.

so then where was everyone?

a second search of the house again didn't turn anything up, and poking her head out the back door the fading late afternoon sun bathed the empty backyard in a soft orange glow.

but right as alexia was about to grab her phone and call someone, she noticed a sliver of light coming from beneath the garage door, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

nobody had really stepped foot in there the last two years, that used to be your papi's little hideaway from a house full of women, and though it had seldom been changed since his passing alexia knew her mami snuck out there every now and then to speak with him and make sure things were nice and tidy.

but before she could investigate any further there was a bang of a door and the thunder of footsteps through the once quiet house causing her to jolt.

"ale! ale! ale! ale! ale!" the chant had a small chuckle pulled from her lips as she called out she was in the kitchen, sliding the back door closed right as you skidded around the corner.

"catch me!" you demanded, already launching yourself at her before you'd finished your sentence, small body hurtling into alexia who grunted but scooped you up.

"hola!" you chirped happily, kissing her cheek as alexia tapped it expectantly. "hola fresita. and where have you been?" your sister asked with a smile as your arms wound around her neck hugging her tightly.

you were almost eight now and slowly starting to hit a late growth spurt, still smaller than most of your friends and classmates, and definitely a lot shorter than both of your sisters at that age.

but no matter how tall you'd grow alexia would carry you around for as long as you'd let her, so the fond roll of eli's eyes as she spotted you up and in your sisters arms wasn't unexpected.

"we went to the pet store!" you replied with a grin, alexia's eyebrows shooting up in surprise as you wiggled and she placed you back down on your feet, alba trudging in tiredly with her arms full.

"fresa! podrías haber ayudado idiota!" your sister grunted, alexia's confusion furthering at the large glass tank and assortment of objects stuffed inside which alba slowly placed down carefully onto the counter.

"mami?" alexia questioned expecting her to provide some context, eli holding both her hands up silently as her head dipped into the fridge to rummage around and start dinner.

but if you heard alba you ignored her, quickly grabbing alexia's hand and tugging her toward the back door. "come meet my new best friend!" you chirped, practically bouncing on the spot as a new look flashed across alexia's face.

and alba, didn't miss it. "scared you have been replaced?" the younger girl smirked, pouring herself a glass of water as alexia's eyes rolled and you huffed, still trying to yank your sister toward the door but having no luck.

"ale vamos! i want you to meet hector." you ordered, stamping your foot and glaring up at her as alexia looked on, completely lost as to what all of this was about.

"mami? le compraste un perro?" alexia ignored you, tugging her hand from your iron clad grip as you groaned and tried to pull her by the hem of her hoodie instead, batted away again and huffing at your failure.

"sí, un perro durmiendo en un tanque. tonta!" alba snickered as alexia shot her a glare. "ale. ven conmigo!" you whined, hitting her leg repeatedly as your sister sighed and finally looked down at you.

then as alexia glanced back to the tank, her eyes widened.

"aye dios mío is hector a snake!?" your sister asked wide eyed, hands on your shoulders and staring right down at you as you now rolled your eyes, looking scarily like a carbon copy of a much younger alexia which is what alba muttered as she snuck off to her bedroom.

"noo!" you groaned throwing your head back, grabbing her hand again and finally alexia allowed you to drag her outside and toward the garage. "hector is my best friend!" you parroted what you'd been saying all afternoon from the very moment eli picked you up from school.

mondays and fridays were the only days that alexia didn't collect you from school herself as training started earlier.

alba stepped in on fridays and eli on mondays, but alexia thrived in knowing that tuesday-thursday were your favorite as you'd come along to training with her.

and for as long as you could speak, alexia had been more than just your hermana, she had been your best friend, which you'd had no issues telling everyone and anyone who would listen, and alexia herself had also done the same, chest filling with pride every time.

"qué? you have a new best friend!? " alexia scoffed, not even sure what hector actually was yet, but still she felt the tendrils of jealousy prick at the back of her neck that she'd been so easily replaced.

normally whenever she got home from training on a day you weren't with her the moment she stepped through the door you'd be glued to her side like a shadow.

demanding she help with your homework (which she was awful at) play a game with you, read a book with you, help you get ready for bed, sit next to you at dinner, you idolised her.

but you hadn't seen her all day and yet all you could talk about was hector, your new best friend.

"hermana, meet hector! my new best friend." as you threw open the garage door you instantly lit up, gesturing happily to hector as alexia was frozen to the spot staring downward, your delighted little face peering up at her.

alexia wasn't sure what she had expected hector to be, focused too much on him being her replacement as your new best friend.

a turtle, hector was a turtle.

"pequeña. where did hector come from?" alexia squatted down to your height and asked slowly, hands on your shoulders stopping you from running away and eyes bore into yours with a look that warded you off lying to her.

not that you needed to anyway, unlike what alexia was fearing hector hadn't been kidnapped from the local park or the lake.

"school! its my turn to have hector. it was supposed to be elena's turn this week because her last name is omar and my last name is putellas, and o comes before p in the alphabet and-" you started to ramble, slowly straying more and more off track as alexia sighed.

"-but since she has the chicken pox she gets to have the week off school! so i get hector this week, and elena will have him next week." you beamed, clearly very happy with this news but there was two little words that had drowned out the rest of your sentence as alexia's eyes widened.

chicken pox, you hadn't yet had chicken pox.

but it wasn't for lack of trying, in fact eli had done her best to expose all of her girls at a young age knowing that despite being vaccinated most kids got it at least once, and alexia and alba both had it.

but your immune system was strong, and eli had foolishly assumed that meant you'd just not get it, in fact it wasn't common for kids above the age of six to get it.

but it was then that alexia noticed you'd in fact not been bouncing up and down with excitement like she first thought, you'd been itching, and scratching, and wiggling.

you frowned as alexia's arm shot out to grab your hand which tried to sneak its way up the back of your shirt, your back feeling hot and a little itchy you hadn't paid it much attention.

you'd spent the afternoon with hector doing laps up and down on the grass in the backyard, crawling along on your stomach and then when that grew boring you'd resorted to basically doing the backstroke instead much to eli's amusement as she watched on.

so when your tummy and back started to itch, you'd not thought anything of it, but now things were all starting to fall into place in alexia's mind, a little mini puzzle she hadn't realised was there all clicking together.

"oye, ale!" you groaned as your sisters hands grabbed you under your arms, your body going limp like a ragdoll as alexia carried you out of the garage and hurried back toward the house, ignoring your protests and demands to put you back down so you could go hang out with hector or he'd get lonely.

"mami? mami? mami!" alexia's voice grew louder with each shout, eli hurrying into the room, hands still wet from where she'd raced in from the bathroom.

"que? alexia por favor put your hermana down!" eli sighed as you echoed her words, kicking your feet and huffing as they still didn't meet the ground.

"stand still." alexia ordered, a strange look on your face as she finally put you down but on top of the dining table, eli's mouth already opening to yell at her to take your dirty feet off of it, but they died the moment alexia forcefully pulled your jumper and top off.

"ale!" you yelled your protests but they fell on deaf ears as both your sister and mami's faces froze at the little red dots all over your body, an irritated huff leaving your mouth as you scratched your back and winced a little.

"no! no scratching mi hija." eli warned sternly, alexia grabbing your hands and holding them out from your body, refusing to let go no matter how much you cried out your annoyance with her.

"fresa. when did you see elena?" alexia asked, having already filled eli in who rushed off to the bathroom to grab what she needed. "today! before she went home sick with the chicken pox." you rolled your eyes, having already told her this when she met hector.

"can i go play with hector now?" you whined, stomping your foot and blowing a loose piece of hair out of your face. "no pequeña, hector will have to go back to school tomorrow." alexia sighed, stomach dropping as your face fell.

"no! no no por favor. he is not my best friend! you are, i promise! don't make me take him back!" you begged, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and alexia winced at the obvious pain behind them, watching as your foot lifted to scratch at your legs which were clearly also covered in little red dots beneath your pants.

"por favor do not make me take him back. you are my best friend ale, you!" you tried to pull your arms free and launch at her in a hug, alexias heart cracking further as she had to continue to hold them away from you, knowing the moment she let go you'd be itching again.

"hey hey no mi fresita. it is not because of that!" alexia cooed softly, recognizing she needed to intervene as you were teetering on the edge of a meltdown. "elena has chicken pox, sí?" your sister asked as you nodded with a sniffle.

"well. you also have chicken pox nena, see?" alexia moved your arm so you could look at it, nodding to the little dots all over it as you frowned. "no. thats from the grass! i was playing with hector!" you shook your head as eli returned, a tub of calamine lotion in hand.

"no hija, it is from the chicken pox. you are itchy, no?" eli asked gently as you slowly nodded, not quite understanding. "chicken pox gets worse if you scratch mi amorcita, and this will make it less itchy." eli explained, popping open the tub and showing it to you as you sniffed and immediately recoiled.

"no!" you took alexia off guard and yanked your arms out of her grip, jumping off the table and sprinting off as alba appeared and was almost bowled over, opening her mouth with a scowl to yell after you.

"get her!" alexia spoke first, running off after you as alba paused for a moment, hearing a loud crash and a yell before you zoomed past her again, dodging eli who reached for you next.

"chicken pox. vamos!" alexia shoved alba who opened and closed her mouth but after a moment to process sprinted off into the backyard where you'd raced off to.

but she was too late as seconds later alexia stepped out of the garage, you firmly thrown over her shoulder and hector in her other hand, his little shell fitting perfectly in her grip as you wriggled and tried to get free.

one thing was for certain, this was going to be a long week, and if you didn't know it yet you'd know it soon, but you were going to need your best friend.

and turtles and classmates aside, alexia knew that would always be her.

[youryanderedaddy]

tw: female reader, obsessive behavior, captivity, fantasy lore, abuse, murder mention, suggestive (?)

"You seem to be upset."

He's leaning against the window not too far away from you. Not too close as well - just far enough for you to feel at ease.

"Aren't you a mind - reader." You respond under your breath, trying to focus on the book you're currently reading - but the letters are escaping you, and you find yourself re-reading the same paragraph for the third time. He sighs, much like a disappointed father, before stepping towards you. And if you flinch just slightly, he doesn't pretend to notice or care.

"What is wrong, my flower?" The man gestures theatrically, soft velvet voice unbecoming of the monster he is flowing easily into the open air. You don't know what to say, really. It's been two years - or so you think, there is no way to keep track of time in this kingdom, not that time goes the same way in the elfen world as it does in the human, yet the part of you still capable of logical thought seems to think so. Two years, and there is very little you haven't already said. Very little left to be said, so your conversations are mostly rehearsed repetitions of what you already know. What you already fear - that you're going to die here. Or even worse. That you've become incapable of aging, so very consumed by this foreign land you detest that you've given up death for a life of boring, purposeless immortality.

"Don't I shower you with lavish gifts?" The noble moves closer, stalking towards you - observing you as if you're a butterfly pinned to a wooden frame under a microscope. "Don't I buy you the shiniest jewels? Not even the queen herself owns such sparkling emeralds." He scoffs, painfully used to your lack of response. You clear your throat, turning a new page - having little to recall about the last. It's completely meaningless just like all the other pages in all the other books you read. How funny, you think. In that distant, dreamy past of yours you were too busy to read - busy with work, busy with family, busy with friends. Busy with life. Now nothing gets in the way of your reading, you have all the time in the world - but there's no one to share the knowledge with. No one to spoil the ending. No time limits. No goal to it all, no final destination. So you read, and you soak the pages with salty tears not remembering a word.

"I am grateful for all the treasures you give me, my Lord." You answer nonchalantly, keeping your pointer at the end of the paper in a desperate attempt to find the sentence exactly where you left it off. You can feel him move closer to you - and the only indication of your growing fear are the shivers that travel down your spine with the beat of your violently full, thumping heart.

"Don't I provide you with all the entertainment your little human heart could possibly bear?" The duke clicks his long sharp nails together once against the other - an ugly metallic sound echoes deep into the ceiling reminiscent of a dying forest clow. "There has never been a lack of wine or music or dance in my court. I've gifted you more golden dresses than you can wear in this life. I've written you more poems than you can read." He keeps going, describing every little thing he's done for you, despite the fact that you've never asked for any of it.

"I admire your taste for indulgence, my Lord." You repeat almost automatically, the praises sitting on your tongue just waiting to be spilt from parted honey lips. Your eyes are glued to the book, but you've given up on reading long ago. Now you're simply trying not to cry - focusing your eyes at one word at a time and blinking repeatedly, manically, feeling as if the world with end the moment you let him see your weakness. You can't believe you still have so much pain in you - enough to feel loss and anger and, what's even worse, hope. Hope that one day you'll be free again.

"And tell me, flower—" His fist wraps around your low ponytail, forcing you to look up at him and meet his eyes for the first time tonight. What's staring back at you might as well be the bottom of the ocean itself, misty and dark, cold and unknown. Human eyes convey so much affection - so much care that you can never mistake it for anything else. With elves it's different - you can spend centuries looking for a hint of kindness, and you'll only get lost in those beatiful bottomless pits. Shiny and sparkling and completely empty. "Don't I give you love? Don't I embrace you tightly every night?" His voice lowers dangerously, barely above a whisper.

"I don't understand what more you could possibly want. Should I prove myself to you? Should I slay a dragon for you? Perhaps I could tie the heads of your enemies with a pretty bow and give them to you as a wedding gift, hmm?" He's babbling incoherently, nails digging into your scalp with unyealding grip. "Would that finally, finally make you happy, beloved?"

"No, no, please let go." You cry out in agony, wriggling out of his hold - but he's too strong, too massive to move. "I'm happy, I'm—" You sob pitifully, weakly pushing at his chest. "I'm happy with you. Please, you make me so happy, just please let go. And please don't hurt anyone."

He slowly pulls away, chest heaving in and out wildly. The scariest part is always his face. It remains unbothered - cold and defined like a statue of a god, his true feelings hidden by a mask of barely contained rage.

"You're happy with me?" He raises an eyebrow, foot stomping on the ground impatiently. You nod hesitantly, too shaken up to comprehend what you're even agreeing to. "Then prove it. Show me just how happy I make you." He grabs your wrist, pulling you face-first into his hard chest. "Do it, and I might reconsider my other more... inhumane methods of courtship." His lips twist into a cruel smirk. "And may the Gods help you."

As you sink to your knees you try to think of what book to read next - but no title comes to mind.

[subskz]

go easy - h.js

note: this is a reupload from my old blog

content: sub jisung, dom reader, masturbation (m), brief voyeurism, a bit of degradation, reader calls jisung a slut once, use of traffic light system, stopping during a scene, crying, slight angst, hurt/comfort, pegging, lots of praise

word count: 6.6k

The scent of your cooking wafted through the kitchen as you turned the knob on your stove to lower its heat to a simmer. You gave the eggs you’d scrambled a few more tentative pokes with your utensil before deciding that you were satisfied, shutting off the fire beneath the pan at last.

Jisung was still sound asleep in the other room—or at least, you assumed he was given that he hadn’t yet been lured into the kitchen by the mouthwatering aroma. You set the sizzling pan down on the counter and glanced at your phone to check the time. It was nearly noon, and as much as you wanted Jisung to get proper rest, especially knowing that he’d gone to bed thoroughly exhausted the night prior, you figured it’d be better to wake him up before his whole day was thrown off. A part of you wanted him awake so he could have the chance to eat his breakfast before it got cold, but the other half—the more selfish one—simply missed him. No matter how groggy he might be when he first woke up; mumbling to himself for minutes, ruffling his unruly hair and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before he could get a proper sentence out, he always brightened your mornings with his slurred jokes and lazy giggles.

The thought alone was enough to stir fondness in your chest, bringing an involuntary smile to your face as if you could hear his raspy voice already. You made quick work of setting the rest of the table and headed out of the kitchen, making your way down the hall towards your bedroom. In retrospect, shutting the door so that the clatter of your cooking wouldn’t disturb Jisung hadn’t really been necessary, considering how deep of a sleeper he was.

A small, muffled noise coming from the other side of the wall captured your attention, bringing you to a halt as you reached for the door handle. You stayed put for a moment, not even having the chance to question whether you’d imagined it or not when it was soon followed by another, just audible enough for you to catch. It wasn’t the first time you’d heard Jisung talk in his sleep, but the nature of the sounds you were hearing—stifled, swallowed down, like he was having trouble getting them out—had you wondering if he might be experiencing a nightmare of some kind. 

You listened long enough for your curiosity to begin morphing into concern. A noise almost akin to a gasp met your ears, cut short as soon as it came, just barely allowing you to catch it. With a frown, you turned the door handle and tiptoed into your bedroom, completely unprepared for the scene that awaited you inside.

Jisung was awake, very much so.

Your comforter had been bunched up and tossed to the side, giving you a clear view of exactly what had been drawing out all those strange, breathless noises from him. He was hunched over, eyes squeezed shut, messy hair falling into his face, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. His shorts and underwear were pushed down just far enough for his hand to move freely, like he’d been in too much of a rush to even bother removing them properly. Given how fast he was stroking himself, that was probably the case.

You blinked a few times, processing the scene unfolding before you in stunned silence. He hadn’t yet noticed that you’d slipped into the room, still fully consumed by the feeling of his hand sliding up and down his length at a frantic pace, working himself to his high with a shameless lack of control. The noises he made were hushed, but deliciously desperate, and judging by the obvious flush on his cheeks, you could tell just how hard he was trying to hold his breath and restrain himself so they wouldn’t ring out too loud.

Any remaining shock you’d felt was quickly overtaken by a wave of arousal when you heard Jisung call out your name—so soft, so broken, you might have thought you’d misheard if he didn’t buck up into his fist especially hard as he uttered it, like the mere thought of you was just what he needed to send him over the edge right then and there. He slowed his pumping to flatten his palm and roll it over the head of his cock, cursing under his breath. You knew better than anyone how crazy the move drove him—you were the one who’d discovered it in the first place, gotten him hooked on it. It ignited a strange heat in your stomach, to realize that you were the only thing on his mind in that moment.

You’d never quite seen Jisung like this before. Curled in on himself, forcing back his moans in a relentless chase for pleasure from hands other than yours. He was typically so vocal about his desires with you, rarely shying away from demanding all your attention and begging you to take care of him when his need became too much to contain any longer. The fact that he was trying to keep it all a secret from you, like he was doing something wrong, had you more excited than you’d like to admit.

He clamped his jaws shut to suppress what was sure to have been a particularly loud cry, throwing his head back in a fit of pleasure. As he did, his half-lidded eyes finally caught a glimpse of you. Arms crossed, leaning lazily against the doorframe with an expression on your face that made his stomach flip.

He stiffened, hand freezing around his dick. A choked noise escaped him as his stare met yours, the remaining traces of his moan instantly dying out in his throat.

“Morning,” you hummed.

Jisung’s eyes grew wide as moons; a deer caught in headlights, a look far too innocent considering what he’d just been doing. With a mortified squeak, his hand scrambled for the nearest pillow, flinging it over himself in a pointless attempt to cover up the dripping mess of arousal peeking from his half-discarded shorts. Embarrassingly enough, the softness pressing suddenly against his most sensitive spot made him jolt, so hard that he was positive you wouldn’t miss it.

Your lips twitched into the beginnings of a smile, and you made your way over to the bed, flopping down on it casually across from him. “Don’t be shy, Hannie,” your voice was calm for the most part, but it was difficult to contain the delight creeping into it. “Nothing I haven’t seen before, right?”

At that, Jisung’s face heated up impossibly more, creating a pretty blush against his tan skin that you couldn’t get enough of.

“I...I thought you were busy,” he stammered out, gripping the pillow tighter. “I didn’t mean...um, I mean, I wasn’t trying to—”

His rambling was cut off when you leaned forward to cup his face in your hands, smile curving to completion when you felt for yourself how much his skin was burning under your palms. You gave his full cheeks a squeeze, gentle enough for him to relax into your touch. “Weren’t trying to get yourself off?” you finished for him. “It’s alright, baby. Why don’t you show me what you were doing?”

Jisung swallowed hard. “You’re not mad?” 

“Mm...not mad,” you began, rubbing your thumbs along his flushed face, feeling his pulse race under them. “Just a little hurt that you didn’t call for me to help you out.”

He cast his eyes down, unable to turn his head away in shame like every instinct told him to. You were only teasing him, no signs of disappointment lacing your tone, but it crashed a heavy guilt over him all the same. To not only do something so pathetic, so shameful, but to be caught by you in the process. You, the one he wanted to be good for, the one he did everything with your approval in mind.

“Sorry, ‘m sorry,” he mumbled. “It’s way too early for me to be so…ah.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could fade into the sheets and escape your watchful eyes before he died of pure humiliation right there—or worse, before the fresh rush of adrenaline it sent through his body to be found like this made his situation infinitely more embarrassing. He could already feel it, creeping up his neck, making his cock throb against the soft fabric of the pillow.

“Just…didn’t wanna bother you for something like this.”

With the exception of an occasional,  overly-eager misstep, Jisung always tried his best to be as well-behaved as possible for you. It was a rare occurrence for you to scold him over anything—he didn’t give you much of a reason to, nor a desire to. Not when his doe eyes gleamed up at you in a constant search for praise and his voice rang out so sweetly with every word of adoration you gave him. Though he hadn’t necessarily broken any rules, it still felt strangely thrilling to you to have caught him like this. Working himself up without your knowledge, seeking relief without your touch. You wondered what he’d been thinking about to even reach that point, what had made him so desperate that he didn’t even think to come find you first.

You slid your hands from his face to grab the pillow he’d used to shield himself. Jisung tensed up as you tugged it out of his hold, but he made no effort to try and stop you, obediently releasing it from his fidgeting fingers. Your heart skipped a beat as his cock sprang back into view, still fully hard and leaking at its tip, practically begging for release after the sudden loss in stimulation. Clearly, Jisung’s embarrassment had done little to ebb his arousal—if anything, it’d only strengthened it.

“Poor baby. So needy with no one around to take care of him,” you pouted, ghosting your hand over his length. “What’s got you like this first thing in the morning?”

It took him a moment to muster up a response, not finding it in him to speak properly when your fingers were dancing mere centimeters over his aching tip, taunting him. “H-had a dream about you.”

“Yeah?” you cooed. “Was I touching you like that?”

A soft noise of frustration met your ears. His gaze was locked on your hand, in a trance. So preoccupied with how badly he longed for you to close the distance that he almost forgot to give a strained nod.

“Cute.” You followed Jisung’s pleading stare to admire his twitching cock, curling your hand playfully around nothing. His breath hitched in his throat, bracing himself for your touch. But it never came. 

Instead, you scooted back, settling comfortably in a spot near the edge of the bed that gave you the perfect view of him—his bewildered face, his ridden up shirt, his dick peeking up from the elastic of his shorts. “Well, don’t let me ruin your fun.”

His mouth fell open, big, anxious eyes darting up to meet yours again. Adorably expressive as ever. You could see every emotion he was feeling written out in the curve of his eyebrows and the repeated parting and closing of his lips as he struggled to make sense of what you were implying.

“Ah…” he chuckled nervously. “What?”

“It must’ve felt good, right? Better than anything I could do,” you teased. “Let me see how my baby plays with himself when I’m not around.”

Your tone was light, but Jisung nearly shuddered all the same, like he couldn’t shake the feeling that some sort of punishment had to be awaiting him. There was a strange, hungry glint in your eyes that added a tinge of apprehension to the excitement fluttering his chest.

Despite himself, he followed through without question, half out of a determination to prove his discipline to you, half out of a pathetic need to relieve the pressure still coiled tight in his abdomen. He brought his hand back to his length, a tiny whine escaping him as he wrapped his fingers around it, handling it with far more timidity than the relentless pace he’d set earlier. He glanced up at you with a hopeful stare to ask for permission, such an obvious attempt to appeal to you that you could’ve laughed. But you simply nodded, encouraging him to start moving.

Tentatively, Jisung began stroking himself, thighs trembling the instant his pleasure picked up where he’d left off. You marveled at the way his cock pulsed in his hand as he pumped it with an amount of delicacy that he wasn’t used to treating himself with, slowly finding his rhythm. Even with his languid strokes, it wasn’t long before soft vocalizations began to build in his throat, heard loud and clear through the bedroom.

“Is that how fast you were going earlier?” you asked. It seemed like an innocent question, but he knew right away what you were really getting at; an order to go faster, to match his feverish speed from before.

“No,” he admitted.

“Don’t hold back, Jisungie,” you urged. “You were so into it before. Do it just like that, make yourself feel so good that you don’t even notice me.”

A breathless, awkward mewl slipped out of him, but he tightened his grip nonetheless. You cooed in approval, growing more aroused with each passing second over the sight of him so flustered, fumbling helplessly with his cock like he’d never touched it before. Any traces of how shameless he could be with you were nowhere to be found, now. No cries for your attention, no sinful expressions on full display, no begging to be adored. It willed you to take things a step further, to make the most of his shyness.

His hushed sounds quickly escalated into less controlled ones, still tinged with that sleepy rasp. His free hand gripped the bedsheets as he picked up the pace of his stroking, a cute, concentrated look forming on his face.

“There we go. Does that feel good, Hannie?”

The boy’s eyebrows furrowed as he slid his thumb along the head of his cock, passing over his wet slit and making his breath stutter. “M-mhm,” he hesitated before continuing. “It’d feel—ah—better if it was you.”

“Yeah?” you cooed. “It could’ve been. All you had to do was come to me like a good boy.”

He whined at that, averting his guilt-ridden gaze. Even with his head ducked, he could still feel you watching him, taking in each flex of his muscles and jolt of his hips. It made the touch of his hand feel completely foreign to him, like the effects of your observant eyes stimulated his nerve endings with a new intensity. You knew well by now that Jisung thrived on your praise more than anything else, but the prospect of talking down to him with no affectionate words to ease the sting was oddly exhilarating to you. You wanted to be a little meaner, to satiate your curiosity. 

“Is this what you do behind my back, baby?” you faked a pout. “Always touching your needy cock ‘cause you can’t even wait for me? Are you that dirty?”

Jisung tensed up, nearly choking in his haste to get his protest out. “No! I’m good, ‘m a good boy.”

His reaction made your spine tingle with satisfaction, enough for you to continue testing the waters. “I thought so too,” you said wistfully. “But now I’m not so sure. What kind of good boy would do something so gross?”

He whimpered. It came unexpectedly louder than the rest of his sweet little sounds, even as the pace of his pumps slowed down significantly. 

“Maybe you were just pretending to be good for me?” You cocked your head to the side. “Maybe you’re really just a little slut who will do anything to get off.”

Your tone took on an unnatural harshness, unlike any of your usual teasing, your familiar, playful lilt that pulled him into a happy haze with each word you spoke. Jisung shuddered. His face turned beet red, half-hearted strokes coming to a full stop. For a brief moment, you thought his reaction was one of enjoyment. But a few seconds passed, and the boy stayed that way—quiet, frozen in place, save for a faint twitch in his lips. 

“Jisung?” you asked cautiously. “Are you okay?”

His spell of silence stretched out longer than you’d anticipated, making alarm rise in your chest. 

“Jisung, what’s your color?” 

There was a newfound urgency to the question, one that he couldn’t ignore no matter how badly he wished he could brush it off, to pretend like he was fine so he wouldn’t disappoint you any further. But you noticed it all without anything said, from his tensed posture to the way his hand quivered as he unwrapped it from around his length. Reluctantly, he lifted his head to look at you, watery gaze coming into view.

“Green,” he said at last. The crack in his voice did little to reassure you—in fact, all it did was shoot your worry through the roof.

“Are you sure?” you pressed. “I need you to be honest with me, baby.”

Jisung’s breathing grew more rapid, heart hammering in his chest for reasons he couldn’t fully explain. It had all felt so good, so right, up until just a moment ago. Now, it was all wrong—he was all wrong. He couldn’t find it in him to be his own comfort, to tell himself that your words held no real weight. He’d upset you, he’d disappointed you, and on top of that he couldn’t even take his punishment properly. The sting in his eyes grew stronger. He’d already let you down by doing something so indecent, he didn’t want to do it again by being too weak to face the consequences. 

Even with Jisung’s face obscured by his messy curtain of hair, you could see the flurry of emotions crossing it, twisting his features, and your heart along with it. He was lying, you were certain of it.

“Hannie,” you softened your voice. The nickname was feather-light on your tongue, enough to soothe the inhibitions that were threatening to take over his mind and force him quiet. “Talk to me. Are you sure?”

Jisung swallowed hard, but the lump in his throat couldn’t be pushed down. You already knew how pathetic he was, anyway. There was no point in denying it.

All at once, the tears that had glazed his wide eyes spilled over. He pulled his knees up to his chest, shrinking into himself, looking smaller than ever. 

“Ah…this is s-so stupid,” he attempted a weak chuckle, but it fell flat into a sob instead, one that made your chest positively ache. “Sorry,” he choked out. “I tried to hold it in, ‘m sorry.”

A wave of guilt crashed over you, flooding all your senses. You rose from your spot slowly to make your way over to Jisung and settle down next to where he was curled up on the bed. It took all of your self-control to push back every protective instinct that told you to pull him into a hug when you saw how fragile he looked, trying and failing to ease himself as he cried into his elbow. Just as you were mulling over whether or not it’d be okay to touch him, he leaned into you like a reflex, and like a reflex, you wrapped your arms securely around him.

“Shh...it’s okay. Don’t apologize, baby,” you did your best to speak steadily, even if the broken sounds that slipped out as he fully let himself go made it difficult to control your voice. “It’s not your fault. You did nothing wrong.”

Jisung buried his face into your chest, hot tears seeping through your shirt and churning your stomach with sympathy. “Did...did you really mean that?” he hiccuped, digging his fingers into your clothes. “Am I that gross?”

“No, Jisung, never,” you could barely contain your own distress. Still, you had to stay composed, for his sake. Knowing Jisung, your guilt would feed into his; it would only make him feel worse when he already thought he’d ruined things for you. “I didn’t mean any of it, angel. It was all play.”

“But you’re right, I did something so disgusting behind your back. ‘M so pathetic. Gross,” he babbled, just short of incoherent with the way he was nestled into you. “You shouldn’t t-touch me. I don’t deserve it.”

You made a sound of pure disbelief, tightening your hold around him instead, rocking gently from side to side in an effort to calm him down. Jisung trembled against you as stifled gasps racked his body, but he followed your movements nonetheless, swaying along. “You’re not gross, Hannie. Please don’t believe that for even a second, okay?” You ran your hand up his quivering back to cradle his head, holding him close and massaging his scalp lightly with your fingers. “I went too far today, huh? I’m so sorry.”

“N-no, I’m—” he sniffled out. “Sorry for being like this. So sensitive.”

“You’re not too sensitive,” you murmured. “It’s my fault, baby. I should’ve checked before saying those things to you.”

You continued playing with his hair as he tried to get ahold of himself, feeling a tinge of relief when his breathing grew a little less erratic the more you soothed him, shaky sobs evening out with each inhale. 

“I’m sorry,” he sniffled into your shirt. “Just thought I disappointed you.”

He tensed again, nearly panicking when you loosened your iron grip on his body to pull back and look him in the eye. Your heart broke even further when you saw the state he was in. His eyes—usually so bright—were red and puffy, glassy in a way that was far different from their natural glint. Dried tears stained his face, with fresh ones still brimming in the corners of his eyes and trickling down his cheeks. You wiped them away as tenderly as you could, not wanting to irritate his sensitive skin any further.

“Why did you think that, Hannie?” 

“Cause I—,” he cut himself off with another soft hiccup, still struggling to get his emotions under control. “I messed up and couldn’t even take your scolding.”

“You didn’t disappoint me,” you said firmly. “You’re my good boy. So good you can’t even stand the thought of doing something wrong, right?”

He blinked droplets of tears out of his eyes, looking like he wanted nothing more than to bury his face right back into the comfort of your neck. Even so, he managed a tiny nod. 

“There we go. I love you no matter what. Don’t ever forget that, okay?”

Your gaze bore intently into his, and Jisung forced himself to fight back the remnants of his self-deprecating thoughts before nodding again. “Okay,” he said softly. “I love you, too. So love me lots, please.”

The affection that gripped you nearly made you coo out loud. You pressed a kiss to his head the moment he leaned back into you, hoping to alleviate any leftover doubts he might have. 

“Can I make it up to you?” you whispered. “Wanna show my baby just how loved he is.”

Jisung let out a shy hum, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You weren’t sure what made you giggle more, the ticklish sensation of his soft hair brushing your skin, or how easily his demeanor shifted. Your question had been innocent enough, you’d expected him to want to be held a bit longer, maybe even going to wash up together, but it seemed like he had something else in mind. His lips puckered against your skin in a wet kiss, taking in your scent, then releasing it with a sweet sigh. 

“Just tell me what you want and we can do it,” you promised, petting his head, easing his mind back to that comforting haze with every stroke. “Does that sound good to you?”

“Mhm,” he murmured into you. What he said next was hard to make out with his lips squished against you, not quite ready to pull away. “Can we…go easy?”

The question tugged at your heartstrings. “Of course, we’ll go easy, angel. Anything you want.”

Jisung hesitated before deciding on his answer, still keeping his head tucked away into your shoulder. “Want your strap, please,” he breathed. It fanned out against your skin, making goosebumps rise to its surface. The plea was so different from his usual begging. Not shamelessly needy—but rather, timid and uncertain.

“Yeah? You wanna be spoiled?” You stopped playing with the hair at his nape to brush your index finger along his neck, relishing in how that alone was enough to make him shudder against you. “Good boys like you deserve to be treated good, too.”

It was Jisung’s turn to giggle, tinged with the slightest whine. You couldn’t deny the relief you felt hearing that familiar sound again. Reluctantly, he unlatched himself from you at last, already craving to feel your warmth again the instant you slipped off the bed. 

“I’ll be right back, okay? Get yourself ready for me.”

Jisung nodded eagerly, some of the liveliness returning to his red eyes. You ruffled his hair, then headed towards your closet, pushing away the final traces of guilt from your mind and replacing them with a determination to make it up to him instead. As you rummaged through your belongings to retrieve your strap-on, it wasn’t long before soft, needy whimpers began to reach you from the bedroom, even sweeter than when you’d first caught him, completely unrestrained this time. As much as they set off a fire in you, you remained patient, taking your time in preparing the toy while his noises grew progressively louder.

Then, a call of your name met your ears. So raspy with need, so weak with desperation, it made your core clench. You tried not to rush yourself, but your composure effectively crumbled when you heard Jisung cry out for you again, loud and clear through the wall. You could’ve laughed—he knew exactly what he was doing, but you were content to let it work, today. With a deep breath, you gathered up your things and returned to the other room.

There, you found Jisung with his shorts completely discarded and his legs spread out, pushing two fingers—slick with the lube he’d taken from the nightstand—in and out of himself obediently. The sight, coupled with the wet sounds each sloppy, uncoordinated pump of his hand created, was enough to cloud your mind entirely with arousal all over again. He looked so perfect, like it was exactly where he belonged; parting his thighs wider as soon as he spotted you, giving you a full view of how well he was fucking himself open for you.

You adjusted the strap’s harness around your waist and settled in between Jisung’s thighs. He pulled his fingers out of himself with a low keen, doe eyes gazing up at you intently as you took over for him, lathering your fingers with lube to slip them inside his twitching hole. A gasp caught in his throat as you did, your angle allowing you to reach even deeper inside of him than his own fingers could, loosening him up further. He tightened around you instantly, sucking you in like his body was begging for anything it could get.

“Look at that,” you gave an appreciative hum. “Already stretched out so perfectly for me. Good boy.”

Jisung barely had the chance to react before you spread your fingers out in a scissor-like motion a few times, sending sparks through his body each time you pressed into his walls. Then, you pulled out of him all at once, leaving him squirming and fluttering around nothing. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t help his whine of disappointment, even when he knew what was to come. You gave his nose an affectionate tap with your clean hand before squeezing some lube onto your palm, spreading it along the length of your strap-on until it was thoroughly coated.

“Get comfortable, baby,” you ordered gently. 

There was a brief pause as Jisung propped himself up on his elbows, and you faltered for a moment, wondering if he might have changed his mind. He pressed his lips together like he was lost in thought, cheeks squishing adorably in the process.

“Ah, do you think...” he cut himself off with that cute, breathy laugh of his. “Can I—?” Another chuckle. “Can I ride you?”

The sheepish question came as a surprise to you, as did the sharp tingle it sent down your spine. You quirked an eyebrow, barely fighting back your smile when Jisung shied away, bangs falling into his eyes. “I wanna show you what I can do,” he mumbled, almost to himself. “Wanna be your good boy.”

“Jisungie,” you sang, tilting his chin up to make sure your words got through to him. “You don’t have to prove anything to me. You’re already my best boy, let me treat you like it.”

His eyes gleamed, but even as your praise eased his anxious mind, his resolve still didn’t waver. He needed this, you realized. His gaze searched yours for some sign of approval—so hopeful, so hungry, it was all it took for you to understand. 

“But...if that’s what my baby wants, then of course you can.” 

Jisung perked up at that, every soft, sleepy feature on his face brightening back up. “Thank you!” he chirped. “I’ll be good, I swear!”

You weren’t sure if it was his pure earnesty, or that infectious, heart-shaped grin, but you couldn’t hold back a smile of your own. It was impossible not to be overtaken with fondness, not when he was so grateful for just the chance to have your eyes on him as he ruined himself, all without you having to lift a finger. Shifting from your spot on the mattress, you settled back against the headboard of the bed, patting your thighs to beckon him over. He wasted no time before scrambling into your lap, straddling you so that he hovered mere centimeters above the toy’s head. 

“Whenever you’re ready,” you told him, taking the shaft into your hand to line it up with his entrance. “You’ll take it all, won’t you? Just like your pretty hole took my fingers so well.”

Jisung shuddered as you swirled your strap’s slick tip around his rim, bracing himself with a deep inhale before sinking down on it. His breath spilled out in a long, shaky moan as you filled him up bit by bit, his walls instantly tightening around the delicious thickness he’d been aching for. He dug his teeth into his bottom lip, willing himself to push against the friction until every last inch of the toy had disappeared inside of him.

“That’s it, Hannie. Good boy, you make it look so easy.”

Your sweet whispers made it difficult for Jisung to control his breathing as he adjusted to the sensation of being filled to the brim. All he could manage was a weak gasp in response, eyes squeezing shut and insides clenching wildly. Your hands found their way to his hips, sliding your fingers along his tan skin to help soothe him while you waited, once again blown away by how ridiculously small his waist was.

“Pretty boy,” you hummed. Unable to resist, you pressed the pads of your thumbs deep into his flesh, delighted by the way his stomach contracted. “You look so perfect like this, just made to be filled up.”

The boy let out a flustered squeak, hands flying up to cover his face. It was almost amusing how much of a contrast there was in how Jisung vied for your compliments versus how he responded to them. There was no need for false bravado here, no need to fulfill any role when he was already the subject of your adoration. 

He squirmed above you slightly, letting out a tiny grunt as the ridges of your strap pressed snugly against his walls. When he finally collected himself enough to speak, his voice came meek, muffled by his palms. “C-can I move?” 

“Mm,” you urged, giving his waist another squeeze. “Show me how a good boy does it, Hannie.”

His hands dropped reluctantly from his flushed face and down to your shoulders, gripping them tight to steady himself. With a huff of effort, he lifted his body off your lap, sliding tortuously slow up the toy’s length before landing back down with a sharp smack. He relished in the relief it brought him for a moment before repeating the action, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to find his rhythm.

Jisung’s moans began slipping out of him in no time, rising in pitch and volume each time he sank down all the way to your strap’s hilt, building up a delicious pressure in your core. You ran your hands up and down his sides, feeling up his slender waist and stomach, puffing out with every gasp. “Are you feeling good, baby boy?” 

Jisung dug his fingernails into your skin with a whimper, already finding it difficult to string together a coherent sentence. “Yes—ngh—so good,” he choked out. “So full.”

“Cause you’re taking it all so well. Every inch of me,” you praised. “Keep moving just like that, angel. I wanna see your cute little face when you cum all over yourself.”

Jisung mewled out your name, whether it was in shy protest of your words or a plea for more, even he wasn’t sure. You tightened your hold on his waist, hands following his every bounce to help keep him from faltering. The sight of him rocking his hips against yours was nothing short of breathtaking—small beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, tousled hair bouncing cutely, tongue peeking out between his swelling lips. His cock left drops of precum all over his skin each time it slapped against his stomach, crying for release after being denied for so long.

You could tell Jisung’s movements were starting to take a toll on him. He grasped frantically at your shoulders for purchase, trying his best to stay grounded just long enough to bring himself to a climax. His thighs began to tremble, pace growing sloppy both from the repeated strain on his muscles, and from the pleasure making it increasingly difficult for him to focus. You decided to help him out when you caught the frustrated pout forming on his face, lifting yourself to push into him with a newfound force and making him cry out sharply. 

“It’s getting rough, huh, baby? Hannie’s working so hard for me. Such a good boy.”

“Hah...th-thank you,” Jisung swallowed down the saliva pooling in his mouth before it could trickle out, leaning in to slump his body against yours, no longer able to stay upright on his own. “Your good boy, ‘m your g’boy. Again. Say it—ah—again, please.”

You softened, indulging him without hesitation when you knew how badly he needed to hear it. “Good boy, Jisungie. My good boy.”

“Yours. Wanna be good for y-you.” He threw his head back suddenly as you hit a perfectly angled thrust. “There!” he gasped, voice cracking into a near-wail. “Right there, please, please, please.”

“There?” you echoed in amusement when he could only writhe around pathetically, all sense of rhythm lost. Your giggle masked just how much it affected you to see him falling apart in your lap like that—his blissed out face, his shameless moans, all tightening the coil in your stomach like his own pleasure was feeding into yours. “You like it there? Keep it up, then, baby.”

Amidst all his begging, your words pierced through Jisung’s foggy brain. They seemed to remind him that he still had some shred of control over the pace, because he picked up the speed of his bouncing again, rolling his body sinfully each time you bottomed out inside him so that your strap grinded against his prostate just right. 

“You fucked yourself into such a cute little mess,” you crooned. Jisung whined above you, too far gone to decide if he should hide away from your attention, or bask in it. “Such a little pleaser. You like putting on a show for me?”

You tilted your hips so that your strap brushed against his sweet spot once more, earning a long drawn-out groan from the boy. His mouth hung open, tongue lolling as sound after filthy sound poured out of him nonstop. “Love it...hah...love it s’ much. Watch me, look at me, please.”

His head began thrashing from side to side, the muscles in his stomach clenching and unclenching as his high crept up on him. You hissed softly when he sank his fingernails deep into your flesh, so caught up in his fit of pleasure that he didn’t even process his how hard he was gripping you. All he could make sense of anymore was the heat that seared through his abdomen each time he sank down on your strap. 

“You’re so good, baby. So good for me. Are you close?” you purred, rubbing small circles into his hips with your thumbs. Your voice was so gentle in contrast to the harsh smacking of his thighs against yours, it made him dizzy. 

“Ah, yeah, yeah. Gonna cum. P-please, ‘m so close. Please—” 

You jerked up to meet him halfway, burying your strap so deep inside him that he swore he saw stars. “Cum for me, baby boy. You’ve earned it.” 

You took his bouncing cock into your grasp, feeling it throb in your palm as you began to stroke him. With just a few glides of your hand, Jisung was sent over the edge. He let out a choked sob as his orgasm hit him at last, his seed shooting onto his stomach in hot spurts, more intensely than usual after being pent up for so long. You milked him through his high, admiring the way the white ropes of cum decorated his tan skin as you pumped out every drop.

Jisung panted heavily above you, jaw still slack, quivering in place as the aftershocks rippled through his body. When the last of his seed had dribbled out from his tip, you carefully released his length from your hold, allowing it to fall limp. The rise and fall of his chest gradually began to slow, and he leaned into your hand the instant you rested it on his cheek, regardless of the fluids coating it. Your touch washed away the last of the hot adrenaline pumping through his system, replacing it with an overwhelming sense of calm; safety. 

“My Hannie,” you murmured. “My sweet boy. You did so well for me.”

Jisung’s eyes fluttered open at last, still a bit hazy, but just as full of adoration for you as your gaze was for him. He managed a lazy, lopsided grin before collapsing forward to nuzzle into you, pressing his nose to your neck and breathing in. With your warmth enveloping him, your scent surrounding him, and the fullness of your strap still nestled inside him, you knew as well as he did that there was no chance of him getting up any time soon. The sticky feeling of his release seeping through your clothes was uncomfortable, but you wrapped your arms around him nonetheless. It was worth all the clean laundry in the world, to hold him like this.

Jisung pressed his lips against your neck in a chaste kiss, catching you by surprise. When he pulled his head back with a sigh of pure bliss, that familiar gleam was back in his eyes, and you knew that he had fully recovered from earlier.

You leaned forward to give him a kiss of your own, smiling into it when you heard the faint sound of his stomach growling, followed by a cute, muffled giggle of embarrassment spilling from his mouth to yours.

“By the way,” you brushed your lips against his. “I made breakfast.”

[starmocha]

Mirror, Mirror Sylus/Reader | 750 words | AO3 Sylus knows who is the fairest of them all. A/N: Yes, that clip of Sylus saying just one line flipped a switch in me. Of course I watched it like 80 times. MDNI.

“Sweetheart,” Sylus’ sinfully deep voice rumbled behind you, his arm snaked around your stomach, pulling you closer to his toned chest and keeping you trapped between his long legs propped up on either side of you. He continued, his voice holding shades of mock-disappointment as he tsked and asked, “Did I say you could close your eyes?”

His hand stilled from their place between your thighs, just close enough that you could still feel its presence near your wet entrance, but far enough that you whined in frustration from the sudden lack of attention. “It’s embarrassing,” you managed to say as you opened your eyes to gaze up at him with a half-hearted glare.

He smirked at your expression, unbothered by the glare directed at him. He leaned down and nuzzled his cheek against yours. “There is nothing embarrassing about looking at yourself in the mirror,” he murmured, chuckling darkly when you squirmed against him, “Especially when you were looking so pretty falling apart from my fingers alone.”

You tried to nudge yourself closer to his hand, needing his earlier ministrations again, but he noticed your attempt and pulled away tutting in disapproval. You whined again. “This is so unfair…”

“It is not,” he replied pointedly. “I’ll let you get off, sweetheart, but only…” he pulled you roughly back against him, his long, slender fingers at your slick entrance again. “…if you keep your eyes open.” He pressed his lips against your cheek, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine: “I want you to watch yourself—look at how close you are to coming just from my fingers alone.” He sighed against your neck, pressing a kiss there as well, “So gorgeous…”

His fingers found your clit again, rubbing it in slow circles and drawing out your sweet moans for his ears alone. You relaxed against him, your eyes nearly closing until you heard him tutting again in disapproval, and you forced yourself to keep looking at the full-length floor mirror opposite you both.

It truly was embarrassing and unfair, you thought again grimly, cheeks reddening at the lewd sight and Sylus’ smirk in the reflection. How come he was still fully dressed and you were completely nude and exposed and—

The thought quickly dashed away as Sylus reminded you of his fingers, slipping one inside you, and then another, finding that sensitive spot inside you that had you instantly gripping his knee, holding it tight like an anchor as you gasped and arched forward, “Sy-Sylus!”

“Such a pretty girl,” he murmured in response to your cry, working his fingers in and out, relishing in the sight of you squirming against him. His thumb brushed over your clit again, drawing out your cry of pleasure, your helpless moans music to his ears. He sped up his pace, his fingers sliding in and out at a steady rhythm that had you approaching your climax.

He laughed low as you started gasping out his name, unable to form a full sentence as your mind could only focus on his fingers and the sound of his sinful voice behind you. You started mumbling helplessly, “Please...please…please…”

Sylus’ eyes twinkled in amusement at your repetitive pleas. He could tease you, taunt you and draw this out longer, but he knew you had been good, holding up your end of the deal. He watched your flushed face, seeing the tears forming in your eyes, knowing that you were not going to last long from this ministration. “Such a good girl.” He leaned down and kissed your cheek again, whispering against your ear, “Look at you just clenching around my fingers.”

You moaned low, barely comprehending his words, just getting drunk on that deep, rough voice of his. “Sy—ah!” you cried out, body tensing as you came hard around his fingers, unaware of anything around you but the sweet feeling of ecstasy that only he could bring to you. Sylus smirked as he pulled out his fingers coated in your release and he sucked it clean as you watched him with half-lidded eyes, your stomach doing a flip just from his action and knowing expression alone. As you came down from your high, Sylus drew you back into his arms, letting you lay boneless against him while you tried to even your breathing again.

“Mirror, mirror, on the wall,” he murmured mischievously against your ear, knowing you were too tired to protest to his teasing, “This sweet little hunter is the fairest of them all.”

[princessconsuela120]

☁ THE FAMILY JEWELS ☁

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Summary: You meet ominis' family for the first time.

Warnings: cursing, anger, crucio, angst

Author's Note: I hope you guys enjoy, i freaking love this one so much!

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OMINIS NEVER FAILED TO BE EXCEPTIONALLY VOCAL WHENEVER HE WAS ANGRY. You realized this when you and Sebastian had gone behind his back with dark magic, even when you decided to take him flying on your first date instead of the calm night in Hogsmeade he had suggested. It’s nit that he didn’t like the date -any time with you was enough for him- but despite the fact you flew like a hawk, he was never to fond to flying. He had grumbled and growled, and even groaned a few times while you glided through the air, quickly making you realize that upsetting your adorable blonde boyfriend would always be an obvious emotion. Sebastian had noticed this especially today, considering every time Professor Sharpe started a sentence, Ominis groaned as let his head fall to the table. Sebastian has grown accustomed to letting his hand rest on the table, so ominis’ head would bump against the hardwood.

“Yo, mate, stop grumbling to yourself, you're gonna draw attention to me cheating.” Sebastian whispered, making Ominis perk up slightly, completely forgetting he was supposed to be taking an exam.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize.” He replied, causing Professor Sharpe to clear his throat at the whispering.

“Mr Sallow, Mr Gaunt, there should be no talking.”

“I was just, guiding him Professor Sharpe. You know, he’s blind he can’t see the paper.” Sebastian explained, making Ominis roll his eyes.

“Alright, do it quietly.” Professor Sharpe said, returning to the texts that he was grading. Ominis nudged Sebastian, trying to stop him from cheating off his paper, being extra angry with him at the moment. It was Sebastian’s fault, he was just already on edge.

“You’re such a prick.” Ominis hissed, making Sebastian gasp with fake hurt.

“I’m not a prick, I’m smart. And that hurts Ominis.”

“Cry about it.”

“What is up yours today?” Sebastian asked, nudging ominis as the blonde rolled his eyes again. “Y/n didn’t let you hit last night?”

“Professor! I need to go to the restroom.” Ominis shouted, not letting Sebastian say anything else to piss him off.

“Make it quick Gaunt.”

“Hey! I didn’t mean to offend you..” Sebastian said, getting up to follow ominis.

“Mr Sallow..”

“Hold on Professor, my boy needs me.” Sebastian said, quickly following ominis out of the room, regardless of the angry glare that he received from Professor Sharpe.

“You’re going to get in trouble for following me.”

“I don’t mind. I’m already sure I’m going to fail anyway. What’s got you so worked up?” Sebastian asked, making Ominis sigh.

“It’s my father.”

“You’re father? You haven’t spoken to them since..”

“Since they tried to marry me to my cousin, yes.” 

It hadn’t been too long ago in the year, but Mr Gaunt had attempted to set up ominis with his cousin, Anastasia. While he loved his cousin yes, he didn’t love her that way. And by no means would he let his father marry him to anyone but you.

“What does he want?” Sebastian asked, earning yet another sigh from ominis, who stopped walking and lower the light on his wand.

“Somehow, they found out about y/n.” 

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah. And now they’re ordering I bring her to meet them, or else they’re pulling me from Hogwarts and sending me to Durmstrang.” He explained, making Sebastian jump up angrily.

“But that’s all the way on the other side of the country! They can’t do that!” He shouted, and ominis sighed.

“They can actually. No matter what I do I know I’m going to need to bring her. I just, I don’t want to scare her off. My parents are very intense. If they find out she isn’t pure blood they’ll go berserk. No matter what, I don’t see this ending well.”

“Well, it’s not a big deal Ominis, I mean you’ll make it work.” Sebastian said, referring to the smart nature of ominis’ decisions, a nature that Sebastian lacks himself.

“Not a big deal? The second they find out she isn’t of pure blood status I can kiss my love goodbye!” He shook his head, getting angry with Sebastian as he thought of never seeing you again. “They’ll attack her, banish her even. I wouldn’t be surprised if they..if they even..”

“You can’t think like that Ominis.” Sebastian interrupted, knowing where the conversation was going and shaking his head to dismiss it. “I know they’ve hurt you, but I don’t think they would do that to y/n.”

“I’m not too sure. I love her more than anything. I don’t want to subject her to that.”

“Look, ominis. All I know is that y/n doesn’t judge you for your family. She knows what they’re like, she knows how you grew up and she still loves you. At this point I don’t think anything could scare her away from you.”

— ☁

“I got your owl love, what’s wrong?” You ask, meeting with Ominis at the astronomy tower. He had a nervous look on his face, you could immediately tell he wasn’t okay.

“You know how Christmas break is coming up, right?” He asked, taking a deep breath as you grabbed his hands, squeezing them carefully.

“Yes.”

“And you know how I usually stay at your house to avoid my parents?”

“Of course. Speaking of, my mom made her classic Yule log cake this year. She says she added a secret ingredient, which I know means extra sugar but I let her think it’s a surprise.” You explained, chuckling to yourself as Ominis tried to laugh along, but you could tell something was wrong.

“Hey, is everything alright?” You asked softly, running a hand through his hair as he sighed.

“Yeah…well, no. It’s not.”

“Then what’s the matter? Ominis, love you can tell me.”

“I received an owl from my father this morning. He orders I bring you to Gaunt Manor for a day over break so my family can meet you.”

“Oh.” He sighed, shaking his head.

“Exactly. I know it’s too much. I don’t want to put you through that I just, i know he’s not gonna budge, and I don’t know what to do I just…”

“Ominis, darling calm down.” You said, grabbing his shoulder to stop his rambling. “I would love to go with you, okay? One night, then we can go right back to mine and eat my moms Yule log.” You explained, kissing his cheek to soothe him.

“You mean it?” 

“Of course love. I know your family is Rocky, but hey, if I can help to make that relationship any easier I will.” 

“But, y/n, when they find out you’re not a pure blood…I don’t know if I can protect you from what they say.” You sighed, nodding at him.

“It’s alright. I can take it, I’m tough.” You joked, making him laugh as he shook his head.

“I know but…” you interrupted him again, not letting him finish.

“You seem to forget I defeated Rookwood, probably the most pure blood lunatic ever. I’ve heard my fair share of mud blood insults, at this point they’re just noise. Yes, they hurt, but nothing your parents can say to me will have any effect on how I feel about you. If anything it’d make me admire you more, considering how far you’ve grown.” 

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” He asked, squeezing your hands with a smile.

“All the time, but a little bit more couldn’t hurt.”

“Well, I do.” He said, kissing your forehead.

“And I you.”

— ☁

“Are you sure? Sebastian is just a flu flame away. You can always hide at his house, I can tell my parents we broke up.” Ominis asked, the two of you walking hand in hand to his front porch.

“Darling, take a deep breath. It’s alright. I’ll be right here by your side.” You explained, squeezing his hand to reassure him.

“I can only protect you from so much…”

“All I need from you is to hold my hand.”

“Squeeze it when you need me.”

“I will.” You said, ominis knocking on the door with a nervous sigh as his brow began to sweat.

“Son, welcome back. It’s been a while.” Mr Gaunt greeted. Not a smile or look of kindness in his face. He looked evil, angry, empty, and terrifying all at the same time.

“It has. This is y/n l/n, my girlfriend.” He introduced you, smiling at his dad. You could tell ominis had set up a facade in front of his dad. He was different.

“Good to meet you dear.” Mrs Gaunt smiled as she greeted you. She seemed kinder than Ominis’ father, but not by much. Just enough to greet you at the door.

“L/n, I haven’t heard of that. Is your family pure?” Ominis’ father asked, making him sigh.

“Pardon?” You asked, surprised by the question.

“Not now father. We’ve hardly even gotten in the door.” Ominis said, a nervous laugh leaving his lips as he walked in.

“I’m just concerned for your future son. You know how we feel about mudbloods.”

Mudbloods, a term he just threw out in the air as if it didn’t hurt your soul to hear.

“Cassius.” Mrs.Gaunt, whose name you’d learn is Astoria said, warning her husband as she smiled at you both. “Come on in you guys.”

“Thank you. You have a lovely home Mr and Mrs Gaunt.” You complimented, feeling a light squeeze from ominis and sending him a smile.

“It’s historic. The house of Gaunt, maybe the most honored manor in all of England.”

“I bet.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, making you smile.

“It’s alright. Deep breaths.” You whispered back.

“Why don’t we get to dinner then?” Astoria offered, making you and ominis nod.

“That sounds wonderful.”

You had all gathered at the dinner table, the longest dinner table you’d seen in your life. Of course Cassius sat at the head, you and ominis together beside him, and his mother across from you. You felt out of place, a different contrast from your cozy small round table.

“So son, no quidditch this year?”

“Unfortunately not father, you know I like to focus on grades.”

“Yes, of course. Unlike that halfblood friend of yours.”

Sebastian. You felt your blood boil at his fathers comment.

“Father, please. Don’t speak of Sebastian that way.” Ominis pleaded, making his father scoff.

“Sorry son, I just don’t understand why those lower than us don’t decide to prove themselves. Working in class is the least those sallow’s Can do to prove themselves.”

“Sebastian is actually a very talented duelist.” You say, earning looks from everyone at the table, all a different kind of look as you glanced around at each person.

“Is he now?” Cassius asked, causing you to freeze.

“Father..”

“No, I’m intrigued. Do you think that knowing a few spells is gonna protect your status in this world?” 

You pressed your lips together, taking a sip of water to wash down your food before looking over at Cassius.

“With all due respect sir, status is only as far as how pure of blood you are.” His face grew angry. “I may be born from muggles, but that doesn’t mean I can’t just as easily beat you in a duel.” 

“You think you could beat me in a duel? You, a mudblood?” 

You let the name slip off his tongue and onto the floor, not reacting to try and keep things civil as you nodded.

“I do.”

“Unbelievable. An insolent child. A mudblood nonetheless. What do you know of magic? That a hippogroff can fly and levioso can make a feather float? You are ignorant, and worthless in the eyes of the world, you should be wise how you speak to those allowing you to live off our land.” 

“You use these hurtful words and dark curses to mask your own insecurities. Just because you were born from ancestors of a Hogwarts founder, and married your cousin, doesn’t make you any better than me. I work just as hard, if not harder because the world likes to knock me down for being simplistic and outcasted. I respect you sir, you’re the father of the boy I love, but I will not change myself to make you happy. You can turn me inside out and find that my blood comes from humans, but we both bleed red.”

Ominis could help but gawk at you. The things you said, the way you said them, his heart melted in his chest. He was sure he never loved you as much as he did in that moment.

“You dare speak to me like that in my own home? If you claim to love my son, you’d respect his patriarch.” His father seethed, practically steaming at the ears.

“This doesn’t seem much like a home. It’s a house, a decoration for you to strut your power for all the world to see. Ominis has never felt home here, and you haven’t worked to make it that for him. I need not show you respect in a place of torture and dark magic.” You tested, stepping up to ominis’ father as he stood up.

“What do you know of dark magic?” He hissed, causing you to narrow your eyes at him.

“I know enough.”

The room went quiet for a few seconds before Cassius spoke.

“Your words make me think you need learn more.”

“Enough! Come on y/n, we’re leaving.” Ominis said, grabbing your hand, afraid of what more might happen.

“How dare you show disrespect to your own father, for what? A mudblood!?”

Ominis didn’t listen, instead he walked out with you in his hand.

“Someone needs to teach you a lesson of how this world works. Being a mudblood doesn’t make you worthy, it makes you a freak of nature!” Cassius shouted, following ominis out the door, when finally, ominis heard enough.

“Keep your mouth shut of people you know nothing about! She may be born from muggles, but y/n and her family will always be better than you!” 

As you both started to aparate to Sebastian’s home, Cassius shouted a curse in your direction. You jumped in the way before it could hit him. You both separated in time, but the curse still hit you.

“Ominis? You’re here early.” 

“Sebastian, please! She needs help!” Ominis shouted, watching you writhe in his arms in pain.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Sebastian asked nervously, coming to see you struggle.

“My father, he..”

But he didn’t need to explain. The second Sebastian saw the sparks of red magic leaving her skin, paired with the look of anguish mixed with painful groans that left your lips, he knew. 

You could only see darkness. And pain. And for a few minutes, you swore the world was ending. Until it wasn’t, and your eyes opened, and you saw love.

“Love?” Ominis asked softly, running his hands through your hair comfortingly, his face full of worry.

“Well, that was fun huh?” You teased, making him laugh.

“Why would you do that to me? I lost my mind worrying for you.” 

“Aww, my big teddy bear. You worried for me?” You asked, pouting at him as he smiled, holding your face in his hands.

“I always worry for you. Y/n, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe he said those things about you. This was exactly what I was afraid of.”

“It’s alright.” 

“It’s not. You’re so much more than who your parents are. Merlin, it made me so angry.” Ominis explained, shaking his head angrily.

“I know, I know.” You said, laughing in response.

“Why are you laughing? Only you could get hit with crucio and start laughing.”

“Because you’re adorable. Protecting me from your family, it just makes me love you more.” You explained, kissing his hand that was holding your cheek.

“They are far from my family. This is, this place. You. You’re my home, y/n.” He placed a soft kiss to your lips, pulling away with a soft smile, his cheeks blushed red.

“Good. I hope I can give you the family you deserve.”

“More than that.”

“Bud, you know you’re always welcome here. Both of you.” Sebastian explained, smiling at you both before scoffing. “And besides, Solomon is about ready to build you both a room here anyway.”

They all laughed, smiling at Sebastian.

“Thank you Sebastian.”

“Of course mate. I couldn’t imagine you anywhere else.”

“Me neither. Right here, home.” Ominis said, kissing you once more before you all went inside, celebrating the holiday with your true family.

[creampuffqueen]

Cover Story

Yangvik Week day 1 - fake dating

Summary: At a party in the Earth Kingdom, Yangchen and Kavik are on a mission. When things don't go to plan, they have to think quick to keep their cover.

Word count: 4248

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“Traveling alongside the Avatar - what an honor!” The older Earth Kingdom nobleman smiles over his glass of rice wine. Kavik forces a smile in return, swirling the liquid in his own glass to obscure just how little he’s drank. This must be the third time he’s heard the same sentence in the last fifteen minutes. 

“Certainly. I enjoy the work.” The rehearsed words fall easily off his tongue, their smooth and gilded façade right at home inside the splendor of the royal ballroom of Ba Sing Se. “I am grateful to be a trusted companion of Avatar Yangchen.”

He goes to take a tiny sip of his drink, hopeful to avoid as much small talk as possible, but finds the wine frozen solid in its glass. Speak of the darkness. 

A subtle motion with his hand is all it takes to unfreeze his drink, allowing him to actually take a sip - though with the delay he knows it now looks like he just drained the glass. Before the nobleman in front of him can comment, though, his eyes are drawn to something behind Kavik’s back. 

Avatar Yangchen steps into place beside Kavik with gentle, measured steps. In the disgusting display of wealth here in the palace, she’s a yellow-and-orange breath of fresh air, both literally and figuratively. Kavik and the others had to dress up to attend this party. Yangchen, being an Air Nomad with no possessions to her name, did not.   

The nobleman bows deeply before her. “Avatar Yangchen, it is a great honor to see you here in the Earth Kingdom.”

Yangchen bows to him in turn; a smaller motion, but no less lacking in respect. “Please, Lord Bozhou, the pleasure is all mine. I do hope you don’t mind, but I must steal my companion away for a moment. We have something to discuss with Lady Gyeshe.”

Lord Bozhou (how Yangchen can remember all these names, Kavik will never know) nods quickly in response. “Of course, Avatar, please. I will miss his invigorating tales, but you must take care of business.”

“Thank you, Lord Bozhou,” Yangchen replies, hooking one of Kavik’s arms with her own. She pivots on her heel and drags him away. To the average onlooker, her pace looks easy and relaxed, but Kavik can sense the tension in her grip and in the way she steps. 

“He’s not going to miss me,” Kavik mutters quietly, trying to ease her with a bit of humor, “I was positively boring to talk to. And so was he, for that matter. Thanks for the save.”

“I didn’t come and get you just to get your sorry butt out of a conversation,” Yangchen whispers, in that eerie way of hers where her mouth hardly moves. “I just got the signal from Jujinta. We need to move quickly, but act as natural as possible.”

Kavik assumed about as much. If it were up to her, she’d revel in his small-talking misery all night. But they aren’t at the royal palace just to brush elbows with nobility. They have a job to take care of.

“You remember the plan?” Yangchen asks from the corner of her mouth as she smiles and nods at a group of Earth Sages they pass. 

Kavik dips his head in acknowledgement at the delegation from Omashu on the other side of the ballroom. “I do. I’ll wait for three and a half minutes exactly, counting from when the door closes.”

Yangchen doesn’t respond verbally, only squeezing his elbow where their arms are linked. The motion pulls them closer than before. Kavik tries not to notice. 

But as they stop to chat with Lady Gyeshe for a few moments, completing their cover story, he can’t help but notice that Yangchen still stays close, letting their shoulders brush together where they stand. 

She’s done nothing different to her appearance tonight. Her robes are the same as always. Her prayer beads lay in the same spot against her chest. Her hair is in its usual braid, swinging low across her back. And yet, Kavik can’t keep his eyes off her. In this room full of beautiful things, she’s still the most captivating.

“Don’t you agree, Kavik?”

Kavik barely manages to hold back a noise of confusion - something he’s had to train hard to achieve. With only a blink to refocus his thoughts, he manages to pull on his fake smile and nod. “Yes, of course I do.”

Yangchen pats his hand softly, one eyebrow raising a fraction of an inch. Nothing gets past her; she clearly knows he wasn’t listening in the slightest. Still, she plays it off with ease, excusing them once again from the conversation and leading Kavik towards the door of the ballroom, arms still linked. 

“Focus, please,” She admonishes as they exit, “We won’t get another chance as good as this one. If I don’t get Feishan some answers he’s going to get antsy, and we both know how that will end.”

“Sorry, I got distracted. It won’t happen again.”

“Distracted by what?” Yangchen asks lightly as they make their way down the grandiose hallway, “You were only looking at me.”

Heat rises in Kavik’s cheeks. He doesn’t answer. 

Thankfully, they arrive at their destination before Yangchen gets a mind to press for a response. The palace of Ba Sing Se is fancy enough that they have designated rooms just for freshening up; one for men and one for women. Nobles have been using the rooms all evening, keeping their looks fresh for a whole night of royal partying. Now it’s Yangchen’s turn.

“I’ll only be a moment,” Yangchen promises aloud, for the benefit of the guard outside the door and the noblewomen already leaving. 

“Please hurry,” Kavik urges in a similar tone, “I want to hear the end of Lord Bozhou’s story.”

Yangchen gives an exaggerated roll of her eyes. “I’ll be as quick as I can. It won’t kill you to stand outside for a minute or two.”

She steps away, and Kavik feels the absence of her at his side like a gaping hole. He’s so focused on her form retreating through the door that he nearly forgets to start counting, and he clenches his fist in frustration at himself. Keep your head on straight, you fool.

It isn’t difficult to feign boredom as he waits. Time passes so much slower when you’re counting each second. When he gets to three minutes he leans against the wall with a heavy sigh and begins to tap his foot. At three minutes and thirty seconds exactly, he pushes off the wall and heads back the way they came, ignoring the judgemental glare of the nearby guard. He can already imagine the gossip that will come from this. Some companion! Abandoning the Avatar at a royal function?!

Instead of heading back into the main ballroom, Kavik passes the grand doorway and keeps heading straight. He passes a few more rooms before he hangs a left, keeping his expression neutral, showing any onlookers only what he wants them to see: a man who knows where he’s going. A man who’s supposed to be there. Confidence is half the battle in infiltration. Act like you’re meant to be there and nobody will question you. 

The amount of royalty, nobility, and generally important people gathered in the ballroom means that the majority of King Feishan’s guards are close to that area. However, the young Earth King is a paranoid man, keeping guards posted all throughout the palace, just in case. But as Kavik makes his way to the target room, he doesn’t encounter a single one. Jujinta’s part has gone off without a hitch. 

Counting doors carefully to ensure he’s in the right place, Kavik at last stops walking, drawing his hand across the thick wooden door that should belong to the office of Minister Xahu.

That is, if he’s correct. He really hopes he’s correct. 

The door is locked, of course. Not an issue, though. A small pouch at his hip, carefully concealed beneath his clothes, contains enough water for him to freeze two long, thin spikes of ice to use as lockpicks. Kavik unlocks the door easily and slips inside the office, returning the water to its container and shutting the door behind him.

Barely a minute later, two small taps sound through the wooden panel, announcing Yangchen’s presence before she lets herself in. She conjures a flame to her open palm, illuminating the small office room around them, casting their shadows on the wall. 

She doesn’t bother with a greeting. “We need to hurry. Juji can only keep the guards distracted for so long without raising a proper alarm. I’ll take the walls in case the minister used earthbending to conceal anything. You take the desk and the bookshelves. Don’t move anything unless you’re sure you can put it back exactly the way it was.”

“I’m not an amateur,” Kavik reminds her, making his way to the desk. 

Yangchen uses her free hand to start tracing along the walls, feeling with her earthbending for any hidden pockets or seals. “I know that. I mean, this ought to feel natural to you at this point. We basically met in a scenario exactly like this one.”

She punctuates her last sentence by winking at him over her shoulder. Kavik refuses to react, even as he feels his cheeks begin to redden. His fumbling hands very nearly knock over a small carved badgermole statue. 

Kavik makes his way along the ornate desk, feeling with one palm for disguised seals or latches and using his other hand to tap a rhythmic pattern on the wood, listening carefully for any area that sounds hollow where it shouldn’t be. 

Nothing. Kavik grits his teeth, keeping his frustration in check. He moves on to search inside the many drawers, taking care not to disturb the contents. 

“Any luck?” Yangchen asks softly. She’s finished her check of the walls and is now inspecting the floor. The slide of her shoes across the polished stone floor makes a quiet rasping noise that prickles the hair on the back of his neck.

“Nothing yet. But these drawers are pretty full of papers. He might have tried to hide the records in plain sight.”

“Doubtful.” Yangchen peers over Kavik’s shoulder, glancing over the masses of files stuffed inside the drawer he has opened. This close, he can feel the ghost of her breath at the crook of his neck, feel the tiny puff of air she releases with every measured exhale. She keeps speaking, but Kavik finds it hard to focus on her words.

“Minister Xahu is the linchpin of this entire thing. He has spirits know how many people expecting their due, and he’s managed to keep it concealed from the Earth King for this long. Those records would have to be detailed, every copper piece accounted for. And he wouldn’t risk another minister or one of the aids accidentally stumbling upon them. They have to be hidden somewhere in this room.”

Somehow, Kavik manages to find his wits in order to give a proper answer. “You’re probably right. Let’s keep looking.” Yangchen pulls away from his shoulder and it takes everything in him not to utterly deflate in disappointment. 

With the desk proving a failure, Kavik heads to the bookshelves while Yangchen makes another pass around the walls. He lets himself fall into his usual rhythm, one developed years ago during his time as an errand runner in Bin-Er. Move quick. Keep your eyes open. Leave no trace.

Though, his jobs in Bin-Er rarely had such high stakes.

Almost six months ago, King Feishan had contacted Yangchen to report a discrepancy in the amount of gold he was receiving from the shang cities. He’d demanded the Avatar’s presence to prove his claims, so Yangchen and Kavik begrudgingly made the journey to Ba Sing Se. The first of many, as it turned out.

Feishan had the two of them count every last piece of gold he received in his latest payment and compare it to the reports they’d sent alongside it. A non-insignificant portion was missing. The king was furious. 

Now, they’ve nearly cracked the conspiracy. One of the king’s own economic ministers, a man named Xahu, has been allowing the shangs to siphon off city funds for themselves - and making his own pocket significantly heavier in the process. He demands a portion from each shang, as payment for keeping their theft off the records.

However, in order to keep track of exactly how much money is going where, Minister Xahu is certain to have his own set of highly detailed records. It isn’t easy to fool both the Earth King and the Avatar, and if the mission goes as planned, the minister will soon be seeing why.

Unfortunately, in order to justice to be enacted, the mission has to be a success - and the minister must be none the wiser that record of his activity has gone missing. At least, not until he’s put to trial.

Kavik is beginning to lose hope. Yangchen is on her third sweep of the office walls, and the flame in her palm is beginning to stutter. Not with exhaustion, but with frustration. Kavik himself has had even less success. Nothing in the desk, nothing in the bookshelf. The minister keeps his office sparsely decorated. They’re running out of things to search.

Yangchen flicks her wrist and the flame in her palm pulses bright, letting Kavik see the thin line of her lips, the deep furrow of her brow as she decides what they should do next. The glow from the fire makes her gray eyes look like molten pools of silver. For a moment, Kavik nearly forgets where he is.

“The plant. We haven’t searched the plant yet.” Yangchen brushes past him, making a beeline towards the towering fern in the corner by the door. Kavik spins on his heel and follows her, ready to assist in whatever way she needs.

With a swift motion, Yangchen grabs the packed soil in the ceramic pot and lifts, heaving the chunk of earth into the air. Instantly Kavik can see they’ve found their spot. A deep indentation is molded into the bottom of the dirt, roots growing around a distinctly block-shaped empty space. Kavik reaches into the pot and pulls out a dirt-covered wooden box.

Yangchen replaces the plant and the pair get to work, silently in sync. Kavik forms his ice-picks once more to unlock the box, and it opens easily under his practiced touch. The minister clearly thought he hid his secrets well enough that he only needed one lock.

The inside of the box is packed full with papers, an informant’s wildest dream. Kavik takes the top half and Yangchen the bottom, and together they sift through the papers at a breakneck pace, taking only the papers with the most damning evidence. Large sums, locations, actual names. Xahu has tried to play the game, but the older minister clearly knows very little about properly guarding secrets. Even the most amateur broker in Bin-Er knows not to use anything or anyone’s true name unless absolutely necessary. Kavik feels a bit like punching the wall. This is the man that robbed the Earth King right under their noses?

In only a few minutes, they’ve skimmed through the whole stack of records. Yangchen takes their evidence and tucks it into her robes, hiding the bulk of paper beneath the very forgiving outline of her Air Nomad clothing. Kavik puts the rest of the paper back into the box and relocks it. Yangchen lifts the plant again to let him replace the box into its hiding spot, cleans up the spilled dirt, and -

“We got it!”

Her arms are around his shoulders before he even realizes it, flinging herself at him with a wide grin, trusting he’ll catch her. Kavik’s hands land at her waist, holding her close for the brief moment of her hug. A triumphant smile of his own tugs at the corner of his mouth, the euphoric feeling of a job well done warming his chest. 

Still smiling, Yangchen reaches up a hand to tousle his hair fondly, making Kavik scrunch his nose in mock annoyance, even as his grin remains firmly affixed to his face. “Hey, it took me forever to get my hair to look this nice!”

Yangchen just ruffles his hair again, rolling her eyes. “I like it better this way.” 

Any retort Kavik had planned dies on his lips, his tongue suddenly refusing to make words as heat blooms in his cheeks. He watches, almost in slow motion, as Yangchen’s gaze veers away from his face. His ears - she must be looking at his ears, they’re probably bright red now and -

A palm slaps over his mouth. “Quiet! There’s someone outside.”

Kavik could kick himself. We just wasted so much time!

Yangchen steps out of his arms, nearly flattening herself against the door as she presses her ear to it. Kavik follows suit, straining to listen through the thick wood.

Sure enough, muffled voices can be heard, growing louder as the people advance down the hallway.

“Ready to get back to the party?” The first voice Kavik doesn’t recognize, but the accent is Upper Ring; the person must be nobility or close to it. Heavy footfalls nearly obscure the reply of the second person, but Kavik focuses with everything he has and manages to catch the second half of it.

“ - a moment, I need to check something in my office while we’re down here. Don’t wait, I won’t be long.”

Kavik’s stomach falls what feels like the height of the Northern Air Temple. The voice is unmistakable; he’s sat through enough miserable meetings with the man.

Minister Xahu is coming to check his office. The office where he and Yangchen currently are, stealing records that will get him sent to prison if discovered. 

Yangchen turns to face him with a blank stare. She doesn’t have a plan for this. They assumed the minister would stay in the ballroom all night. He’d have no reason to travel this far into the palace, not with all the food, drink, and dancing he could want in one place. 

Evidently, they were wrong. There’s no time to waste.

Kavik grabs the heavy chair from the minister’s desk and braces it beneath the door handle. That should buy them a bit of time as the minister struggles to push open the door. “Yangchen, is there any way you can earthbend us out of here?”

“Not without destroying the palace’s structural integrity,” She hisses in reply, beginning to pace. “And the walls aren’t thick enough for me to seal us inside, either.”

The office is sparse. There’s nowhere to hide. What excuse could they possibly give that would hold up their cover? Kavik’s mouth goes dry at the footsteps outside grow closer.

“Hang on, I’ve got an idea.” Yangchen grabs Kavik by both hands and drags him over to the desk. “You’re not going to like it. But trust me on this.”

“I think we’re a bit past caring about how I feel about a plan; tell me what it is.”

“You need to kiss me.”

“What?!”

Did he drink too much back in the ballroom? Did that plant have some kind of hallucinogen in its leaves? Did Yangchen actually just ask him to kiss her -

The door handle rattles, startling both of them. Yangchen’s head whips back and forth between him and the door. “Come on, it’s the only kind of cover that will make any sense!”

“But - I - what?”

The door handle rattles again. The chair budges a fraction of an inch. They’re running out of time. 

“Oh for spirits’ sake, I’ll do it then.”

Yangchen grabs both sides of his face and crashes their mouths together into the best kiss Kavik has ever had. 

Her lips are soft and warm and plush, pliable as they press into his, one hand coming up to tangle into his hair. Kavik stops breathing for half a second before instinct takes over and he’s kissing her back, imagining, if only for a moment, that any of this is real. Yangchen tugs at his hair and Kavik chokes on a gasp. She pulls him closer; his senses are overwhelmed by her. The scent of lemon on her hair, the heat of her body through her robes. He’s never been close to her like this before. He pushes her against the desk as the door finally swings open. 

“What is the meaning of this?!”

Kavik is loathe to pull away, but he does anyway, wondering what they must look like from the minister’s perspective. Blushing faces, wandering hands, messy hair - every bit the young, overeager couple caught in the act. 

“Oh! M-Minister Xahu!” Yangchen stumbles over her words, face flushed bright red. “What are you doing here?”

Kavik can tell the exact moment the minister realizes who he’s just stumbled upon. His green eyes nearly bulge out of his head and his eyebrows almost disappear into his hairline - impressive, considering how far its receded. 

“Avatar Yangchen! My… apologies for the interruption.” The man’s jaw twitches, clearly unsure of how to proceed. A typical couple would be reprimanded and punished for trespassing in such a high level area. But this isn’t a typical couple. This is the Avatar and her companion.

Finally, the minister seems to have decided to treat Yangchen as the Avatar. He bows deeply before them, the couple still tangled together on his desk, and does his best to sound polite when he next speaks. 

“Well, Avatar, this happens to be my office.”

Yangchen gives a surprised little gasp, covering her mouth with her hand. It’s one of the fakest sounds Kavik has ever heard her make. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t think - I mean, I didn’t realize this office would be needed this evening. You see, I just needed a bit of time away from the party and I asked Master Kavik to accompany me -”

“I understand perfectly,” Minister Xahu interrupts through gritted teeth. Kavik wonders just how much gossip is going to come from this. How long before news of this reaches the shang cities?

“Well, we should leave you in peace, Minister,” Yangchen says, pushing out of Kavik’s embrace and making a beeline for the door. She smooths her robes out as she walks, a flustered young woman trying to appear respectable - and not at all the spymaster checking to ensure the documents are still secured in her pocket. She gestures for Kavik to follow and he does as quickly as possible, eager to escape the fiery glare of the minister. 

Yangchen bows to him in the doorway, peering up at him with imploring eyes. “I trust this… misunderstanding will not be mentioned to others here at the palace?”

“Certainly, Avatar; you have my word.” Kavik bites his lip to hold back a scoff of disbelief.

“Well, in that case, we must be going. Have a wonderful evening!” Yangchen grabs Kavik’s elbow and leads him away, a strange repetition of the way they walked to the office the first time. 

It’s only after they turn the corner that both benders relax, Yangchen letting out an audible sigh of relief. “Good. He bought it.”

“Yeah. Quick thinking.”

She knocks their shoulders together, a small smile curling at the edges of her lips. “You did well, too. Good job making it look so real.”

Kavik can’t meet her eyes. His heart is still pounding too hard. “It was whatever. No problem.”

Yangchen pats at her outer robe again, making sure she still has the papers. “Now we can bring these to King Feishan, as well as the other shangs. We can finally put an end to this nonsense.” 

She keeps talking, but Kavik isn’t listening, not anymore. His focus is honed in on her lips, on the curve of her smile, on the flick of her tongue as she forms her words. He kissed that smile a few minutes ago. He kissed her because she asked him to, and he wants to etch the memory of it into his brain. 

He doesn’t know if he’ll get to kiss her again. Yangchen is clearly unaffected by it; just another matter of business for her. Kavik wonders if it’s stupid of him to hope she’ll ask him to kiss her again, even just for a cover story. 

“Hey, are you alright?”

Kavik jolts at the question. “Hm?”

“You’re not listening. There’s something on your mind. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he promises, willing himself to believe it. If he believes it, she won’t be able to tell that he’s lying. “I’m just still in shock we pulled that off, even with the hitch in the plan. Things rarely go that smoothly for us.”

Yangchen snorts in agreement, and Kavik’s heart flutters at the sound. “You can say that again. Come on, we’ve been away from the ballroom for a while. I’m sure we’ve been missed.”

They still walk with arms linked, even though the rules of propriety don’t require it at this point. It’s like neither can bear to let go. They step over the threshold of the ballroom as one, back into the gilded room of beautiful lies. Yangchen leans over to murmur something into his ear.

“You know,” She breathes from the edge of her mouth, a whisper of a whisper, “You’re not a bad kisser, Kavik.”

[neverfindmegone]

Hi people, so I'm not a writer and I never wrote anything but my darling @pinkthrone445 is always writing the most amazing things, so I wanted to write this in her honor. Sorry if it's extremely silly and not well written but is my first try 🖤

What I can see

You and Melissa had been friends for a couple of months now. You met the red head during your first day in Abbot. You were nervous as hell to work as a teacher's aid, but you have always loved children and working with them was a dream.

At first, Melissa wasn't very friendly, she was extremely sarcastic, making fun of you every chance she got.

You still remember your first meeting, Ava had come to introduce you to the red head and you couldn't form one proper sentence, being stunned by her beauty.

- What's the matter Hon, did the cat get your tongue?

After that you started to spend more and more time with the older woman, and the intimidation you felt started to turn into a deep admiration. Being her helper was such an interesting job, the learning range was big, from teaching kids with special needs to having the number of a guy who could help you with racoon problems.

Yes. Melissa was an interesting woman and you started to fall for her more and more each day.

At first you believed to be a innocent crush, but the more you had one on one conversations, you saw that you couldn't stop thinking about what hurricane of a woman she was. Her presence, her personality, her looks, you were completely obsessed. What resulted in you finding every excuse possible to be around her all the time. You would bring her coffee, invite for lunches, drinks, movies almost every week after work.

Melissa seemed to appreciate the extra attention you gave her, sometimes you could swear you caught her staring when she thought you weren't looking.

Her bright green eyes shined when you overshared and her hands always found away to touch you, shoulders, hands, thighs.

That's how you found yourself in the current situation. Ava was giving one of her Ava speeches, and you had Melissa sitting right next to you, her arm touching yours. You were caught giving her looks from the corner of your eye, every time your skins would brush.

- Does she sound drunk to you? She whispered in your ear.

The hairs on the back of your back stood up immediately and you were frozen for a second. Her breath ghosting your skin made you feel dizzy whenever she was this close to you. Damn this woman had put you wonder a spell or something. When did you start to be so easily affected?

Melissa noticing your lack of response, shoved your arm slowly. - You okay?

- Yes, I mean no, not drunk, maybe hung over? I saw on her Insta last night, she was at the club until late.

- Club on a Wednesday? That's brave even for her. She eye rolled, looking back at the stage.

- Come on Schemmenti. You looked at her. - Can't you handle going out on a school night?

Her head snapped immediately, green eyes finding yours, nostrils inflating. You liked teasing her, it was a part of the flirting banter you had going on.

You raised both of your eyebrows challenging her. - Too old?

- Are you kidding me kid? You, me, club tonight. She said snapping, challenging you back.

- Deal, I'll pick you up at 7.

---

Later that night, you knocked on Melissa's door at 7:15. A bit late, but nothing that would bother the older lady. When the door was opened, your jaw dropped. She was wearing a tight red dress, her creamy cleavage completely in display.

You couldn't stop staring at her breasts, your breathing getting elaborated. This was definitely the rack from God.

Melissa's voice broke up you from your paralysis. - What's the matter hon? Am I over dressed?

You frowned, seeing her insecurity.

- Are you kidding me? Mel, you look... You paused, your eyes raking over her body up and down slowly. - Exquisite.

- Really? I'm not sure about this. She said entering the house, with you following. - I had other options. She gestured for you to follow her into the bedroom.

- Maybe these black jeans? She pointed to the bed, where a bunch of clothes were scattered. - I haven't been to a club in a while, I don't know what I was thinking.

You looked around seeing the mess in the room, realizing that she was probably over thinking this. You wanted nothing more than reassure her, this woman was divine, how couldn't she know that?

- No, you look perfect, I promise.

Melissa made a face, showing that she didn't believe you, she walked to the large mirror in the corner of her room, before standing there, observing herself. Her hands moved over her dress, tiding it up. - Am I too old for this?

- Melissa, please. You giggled, how did this goddess believe she was too old for anything. That's when you remember your teasing earlier, you started to feel guilty. She wouldn't have been upset over that, would she?

- Is this about earlier? You asked approaching her. - Let me show you something. You continued, moving yourself behind her in the mirror slowly, afraid to scare her away. Your desire was to prove to the woman how gorgeous she really was.

- What do you really think? She said looking at you, finding your eyes in the mirror.

You moved your hands to her hips gently, holding her in place, while making eye contact with her.

- I think you will be the hottest woman there. You squeezed her hips gently, before giving them a tap. - Come on.

Melissa huffs, before looking at you with vulnerable eyes. - Oh please.

You move closer, keeping your eyes on hers, before resting your chin on her shoulder. - I don't think you are aware of the effect you have on people. Your arms hugged her from behind while you spoke.

The older woman eyerolled. - Huf, you have to say that, you're my friend.

- Melissa stop. You moved your hands to hers, before squeezing them. - Please see what everyone can see... What I can see.

She blushed deeply. - Listen kid, I...

You moved closer in a fast manner, making her stop talking. You pressed your front against her back completely, before starting - First, look at these arms. You moved your hands up and down her shoulders gently. - They are muscular and strong.

You felt her tense up, looking at you with uncertainty. You gave her a wide smile before you felt her relaxing again, she gave you a small nod, letting you know it was okay to continue.

You shifted your hands to her stomach, stroking it with your fingertips. - Look at this waste, so gorgeous and just the right shape. Her eyes shifted to your hands movements, and her breath started to increase it's path, as she felt you caressing her skin.

- And these hips? Your hand moved down her curves, touching her more intimately now, increasing the pressure of your hands.

- They are so attractive, when you walk, people at school can't stop staring at them. You know when I first met you I couldn't stop thinking about your hips and thighs.

She shaked her head no. - It's true. You breathed in her ear. - You carry such power and swag when you walk, it's impossible not to look.

Her eyes starting to shine, lips quivering as she felt your hands moving to her behind. - I don't think I need to tell you about this mouth watering ass of yours, do I?

Your eyes found hers, completely black now, your hand moving up and down her butt cheeks. Your touch was maddening, Melissa was starting to tremble and you heard a small whimper scape when your nails traced her shape, teasingly.

Your face moved closer to hers, your nose brushing against her cheek, your eyes never leaving hers. - But do you wanna know my favorite? You said slowly, letting the tip of your tongue brush against her earlobe.

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

Your hands roamed up her front and the red head felt like her skin was on fire, it was as if hot oil was being poured in every spot your fingers touched. Your hand stopped on her chest and you stretched your fingers to her neck, squeezing it gently.

- Y/N. She whimpered, her voice full of emotion.

Your fingers grasped her chin before turning her face to yours. - It's your face Melissa, I'm obsessed with your face. Your eyes kept drinking in hers while you spoke - Your eyes they are so green and deep. - Your smile lights up the whole room, it's contagious.

You leaned closer, letting your fingertips touch the tip of her nose - Your nose is sharp and perfect. You traced a path to her lips, observing her face deeply, like you were a painter and she was your master piece. Your fingers moved to her lips softly, the pressure light but steady.

- And your mouth, God your mouth.

Melissa held her breath, her eyes started to close, she was hypnotized by your caresses. Her eyes snapped open when she felt you pulling away. But before she could protest in disappointment you moved your hands to her breasts squeezing them roughly. You couldn't keep yourself away from them for one more second. - And these are the star of the show. You felt her nipples get hard while you played with them.

Her head fell to your shoulder before she groaned. - Fucking chirst Y/N.

You lost any self control you had left and turned her around, pressing her back against the mirror, trapping her with your hands beside her head . - Do you see it now? You asked, your eyes full of lust.

Her lack of response gave you the impression that she was uncomfortable, so you started to move away shyly. - Fuck, sorry Mel, I know we work together. Before you could finish your sentence Melissa grabbed your face and crashed her lips against yours. She was furious and putting all of her desire and longing into that kiss.

You had no idea how long she had craved this, how long she had craved you. And having your hands and whispers seducing her like that was enough to take the red head to a breaking point.

All she could see was black, her hands moved over your body frantically, squeezing every piece of flesh she could find.

You moaned feeling how dominant she had became, letting her take charge of the kiss. Your hands moved to her shoulders, clutching with force, returning all the fire the woman was giving you. You opened your mouth, accepting her tongue in. Your mind was dizzy with desire, and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning again.

- Holy fuck. You panted. You kissed for minutes, or what seemed to be hours. You couldn't get enough of her taste and she seemed to be obsessed with yours. Every time you would stop to breathe the other would pull in again with force, continuing the intense kiss. Your hands tangled in her gorgeous hair and hers groping you forcefully.

When you felt yourself close to fainting from the lack of air, you moved away from her, catching your breath so you could take a sight of what had just happened.

You moved your hand over your chest, trying to recover.

- Wow Schemmenti, I always assumed you were a good kisser but this, this is something else.

When you caught her eyes, she was still silent, chest and face red, she looked dangerous, almost a predator looking at her pray. - Mel?

She moved closer to you before shoving you in the bed savagely. You fell on your elbows harshly. - Ouch! Melissa! You said looking her with surprise.

- You had your fun seducing and playing me like pudding in your hands. Now it's my turn. She said while moving on top of you.

Her hands moved to your neck before squeezing it. - And you know something Y/N? She said while leaning in, letting her mouth hover over yours. - I don't think I want to go to the club anymore.

[lynnerdo]

* The heart is not meant to rule *

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Atreides!Reader

Tag list: @wo-ming-bai

Slow burn, knife kink, blood kink, strangers to lovers, softer!Feyd-Rautha, CONSENT, 18+, arranged marriage, assassination, poison, murder, etc

Previous Chapter - Travel south Current Chapter - You Fought Well ***

After a good night sleep, you awaken softly to the beating of Feyd’s heart on your ear. You’re snug against his chest and his arms softly hold you in place. Nothing about his actions at the moment scream ‘psychotic’, he seems like the most normal a person could be. His lack in softness towards others is missing when he is near you. You shift a little in his arms as you look up. His facial features soft as ever, no predator to be seen.

You’re staring at this point, at how handsome he really is. His soft lips, the swoop of his nose, the cheekbones. You lose yourself in thought until you get snapped back to reality.

“You’re staring,” he softly says.

He opens his eyes, and you find yourself stuck, a deer in headlights. His eyes on you almost suffocatingly intense, even though he’s not trying to. His stare deepens as he shifts his body a little bit so he can cup your face in his large hand. You only just notice his eyes are a soft icy blue and your eyes keep darting back and forth between his. He frowns at your reaction.

“Are you scared of me my lady Na-Baroness?” he asks as his hand makes its way down your shoulders.

You swallow at his soft touch, unable to form a proper sentence at this point. You just shake your head ‘no’, and feel his hand go behind you, as it settles on your lower back. He pulls you closer, forcing both of your bodies to be flush together. His eyes go down to your lips for a split second and you understand his meaning.

You kiss him, ever so softly, your hands on his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat as he lets you take the lead for once. His hand softly hovering over your back, ever so slightly pressing you closer to him as the kiss deepens. It’s far too pure for the both of you and it almost feels unnatural to your nature, but it also feels exactly right. In that moment everything just feels as if this is all it has to be.  

As the kiss deepens, he starts to kiss your chin and jawline, working his way to your ears and throat, nipping at it like a kitten demanding milk from its mother. He feels incredibly strong, even in these softer moments. He could easily overpower you in an instant, but he wants to make you feel safe. He reaches your collarbone and looks down at your body. You’re completely naked and vulnerable, as he takes it all in.

You feel his growing erection hitting your hip and legs, wanting attention. The last thing he’ll do is beg however, as he moves his head to be alight with yours once again. He kisses you a little bit more demanding than before, heating the both of you up in the moment. Your hands have a mind of their own as they travel over his chest, rock solid. You feel his inhales and exhales as you coast over his abdomen and down his hips.

As you grab his cock softly, he lets out a breathy moan as he continues to kiss you. It only stirs you on, arousing yourself in the moment. His cock is huge, thick and throbbing at this point. You decide to tease him further, giving him the bare minimum of friction that he so craves. He’s submissive to your touch, letting you decide what would happen here. This man that was a weapon to all who met him, both in the arena and outside, made you feel protected and safe in his embrace. His patience spread thin quickly, however.

“Stop teasing me woman,” his grip on your hip stronger and more demanding.

You let out a chuckle and he will have none of it. He grabs your leg and pulls it upward a bit, draping it over his hip. Your own arousal now more prominent to you, as your folds are wet with need for him. You let out a soft moan as his grip intensifies.

“I could get used to waking up like this every morning,” you speak softly against his lips before kissing him.

He kisses you back and lowers his hand to grab his cock out of your pathetic grasp. He angles it so it rubs against your heat. The touch eliciting another breathy gasp out of you.

“Anything for my lovely wife,” he purrs over your lips as he positions his cock perfectly, as it enters you softly.

As he sinks himself deeper inside of you, you lose all thought for a moment, forgetting everything around you and just staying in this moment. It feels different from last night, much more soft and less rushed. Your heart skips several beats and Feyd seems to know, the expression on your face obviously infatuated.

His hand comes back up cupping your face in it, the action not mimicking the intense stare he held on you. It almost felt a bit too much for you, if someone had told you that there would be a Harkonnen in your future, you would have never imagined someone so sweet to you. It seemed as if everything was in your favour, it all seemed too good to be true. Feyd started to frown at you and stopped moving altogether at this point.

You didn’t notice you were crying as a tear hit his hand. His face looked worried, obviously oblivious to your thoughts. You were so overwhelmed with emotions that you had no idea how to even start to explain yourself.

“Am I hurting you?” Feyd inquired, genuinely.

You almost laughed at his question, because it seemed so trivial. You shook your head and took his hand in yours.

“I’m wondering what I did to deserve someone like you Feyd. I’m… a bit overwhelmed with happiness, sorry.” You softly spoke back.

Feyd’s eyes didn’t seem so intense anymore, as a smile crept on his features. He seemed to understand what you meant and took your hand in his again, kissing the inside of your palm repeatedly. He was so incredibly sweet, only for you.

“These are the only tears I want to give you from now on,” he spoke with determination.

A promise, a rule, that he laid upon himself. His pace starts again, this time a bit quicker than before. It takes you by surprised and you left out a pathetic moan. His hand grips your leg a bit harder than before and as he pulls it upwards, he starts to hit the spot perfectly, your moans becoming louder than before.

It only seems to spur him on however, causing him to thrust a bit harder. You were seeing white lightning at this point, the ecstasy of the feeling overtaking your mind. Feyd was panting like a dog in heat, attacking your neck, biting down as his movements mimicked the urgency of his feelings.

You grab his neck as you feel your body responding to the wonderful feeling Feyd is giving you so willingly. Your orgasm reaches you faster than you thought, making you moan loudly. Feyd pulls his head back to watch you reach your climax as he thrusts faster into you, reaching his simultaneously. He kisses you as he cums inside of you, softly slowing down his thrusts as he spends all his seed inside. You have a hard time catching your breath whilst your body tries to calm down.

Feyd keeps his cock inside of you for as long as he can, softly letting it slip out when it’s soft again. As he reaches down, he sticks two fingers inside of you and presses inwards. As he takes them back out, he puts his fingers in his mouth, sucking his seed and your wetness in one go. It’s vulgar and erotic at the same time, making your face twitch a little bit.

“You taste so sweet wife,” he purrs as he starts kissing you again.

You taste the both of you on his tongue and find yourself agreeing that it tastes rather sweet. Like sweet liquorice almost. Eventually he stops kissing you and lets you go from his grip. He gets up and makes his way to the bathing area, preparing for the day. As you lay in bed you relish in the fact that this arranged marriage could have turned out way worse.

*

The day after the wedding was important as ever as you were required to sit in on a meeting between both families. You had imagined the day to be a bit different than your family and new family discussing your sexual prowess and activity with your recent husband, but tradition is tradition for a reason.

The Baron and your father were already talking with each other when you and Feyd entered the hall together. He kept you close to him, even moving your chair closer so he’d be able to touch you whenever he wanted.  As you sat down, he waited for you to be seated before he did. The Baron took note of this and frowned slightly. You didn’t understand why, but let it slide for now, you’d be able to ask Feyd later.

“How does married life fare, Feyd? I assume you have already exerted your duties towards house Harkonnen?”, it was more a statement than a question when the Baron questioned Feyd.

From where you were sitting you could see Feyd’s jaw clench slightly. He was seething. You wonder why the Baron was the only one who could get so under his skin, wondering what trauma he was put through when he was still a child.

“My wife is none of your concern, Baron,” he spat out.

His hand made its way to your knee under the table, almost as if he sought for something to ground him and his emotions. Your hand brushed his softly under the table, and he visibly calmed down. You looked at your father to help steer this conversation to something more friendly, and he took the hint as he coughed and started to speak.

“Maybe we should discuss our allegiance, Baron, since that’s why we’re all here for,” he sounded strong and determined.

The Baron kept watching Feyd, almost challenging his stare, before lifting his eyebrows and making eye contact with your father. Feyd let out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, and you clenched his hand in yours, his eyes darting towards you before squeezing your knee. He was thankful you were there even if he couldn’t tell you.

The rest of the conversation were mostly about politics between the two houses, the economics and sharing of resources, albeit way too boring at this point. They disagreed on certain topics, your father often sounding like the more mature one in the conversation. Feyd even let out an amused breath of air at one of his statements, causing the Baron to focus his attention on him again.

“Do you mock me in my own house, Na-Baron? Should I remind you that you’re not the Baron yet?”, he sounded offended and bitter.

You wonder if Feyd knew the implications of inducing the wrath of the Baron by openly laughing at him. Yet you knew nothing of their past together. Being left in the dark could make you a weakness to Feyd, you knew that.

The Baron had noticed a change in Feyd’s demeanour. An unspoken softness he witnessed yesterday in him. As Feyd looked at you he noticed something else as well. The markings you had left him the night before, the sweet love bites that blushed his white skin, embellishing the side of his neck and throat, making it clear he had allowed you to do so.

“Now I see, you’re infatuated by the witch!”, he spoke out, shooting you an accusatory glance.

Feyd shot his head back to the Baron, eyes piercing him, challenging him to offend you ever further.

“What did you call my wife?”

His voice was back, gravely and harsh, almost sounding like a snake’s hissing. He let go of your hand and slowly stood up keeping his eyes glued on the Baron. Leto spoke up.

“Keep her out if this, she has nothing to do with it,” he tried to defend you, but it seemed to divert even more so attention to you. “She’s a witch! She made her mark on you, and you let her. No Harkonnen will bow for a woman, yet you did! You showed weakness Feyd, you’ll lose the throne that way!” He barked out, making Feyd more aggressive by the second.

No one was allowed to talk about you like that, certainly not him, after what he put Feyd through his entire life. You felt his seething anger, it was like he was boiling from the inside out. You looked over to your mother, in fear of what might happen, but she reassured you.

‘He won’t attack. Keep calm.’ She signed at you.

Feyd slammed the table as you were monitoring your breathing, and you flinched.

“We are leaving,” he spits out as he turns to you and picks your hand up, a little too hard.

Your brows frown a bit at his strength but your mother nods at you to go along.

‘As planned’, she speaks to you through telepathy.

It reassures you in a way that it tells you it is safe. You don’t know what the plan is which she speaks of, but you know she would never out you in a situation where you would be harmed.

Feyd takes long strides as he pulls you along with him, passing by several guards and servants, unaware of his own strength as he’s practically crushing your hand. He just wants to be rid of the Baron and his comments, but you fear his insecurity will get the better of him. What if he thinks that you truly have bewitched him in a way?

[milla-frenchy]

Roads part 5

4k8 | Joel Miller x fem reader Chapt summary: you and Joel finally manage to deal with your mutual feelings Warnings: 18+ mdni. Kinda perv!Joel (panties sniffing, peeping Tom, jerking off in semi public: car at night), alternate POV, masturbation, oral (f/m receiving), cum eating (m/f), dirty talk, nose riding, spitting, chocking, ass play, degradation, praise kink, unprotected piv, creampie, mentions of possessiveness a/n: thank you, always @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for beta-ing me ❤️ love you 🫶🫶🫶 Spotify playlist | ao3 | Series masterlist | Masterlist

Part 4

“What the fuck Joel?” Tommy said after Joel opened the door.

Joel looked at him annoyed.

"You really think I haven’t noticed your attitude? And still you won’t talk to me. You're a fucking brick wall. As for her, these last weeks she refused to go out for a drink. Couldn’t meet her before or after work. I had to pound on her door this morning until she finally opened up. She didn't want to tell me anything, she was withdrawn like I'd never seen her before. You know why?"

Joel looked at his brother but didn't respond.

"She didn't want me to know. And she remained evasive, I just managed to get a few sentences out of her. After that she was ready to kick me outta her house."

"Not your damn business. Already told ya."

"Actually it is. She's my best friend. And you're acting like an ass. You don't want to commit, ok? A little late though. But stop being an ass to her. Respect her, talk to her. If you want to end the relationship do it, but stop acting like a fucking brat."

Tommy left, and Joel returned to his couch. Almost two weeks passed since your argument and you haven't had any contact. Several times he wanted to send you a message or come to your house, without ever taking the plunge. The more days passed, the more he lacked courage and the less he knew how to get out of this situation.

He didn't know whether to come back to you and try to fix things or end the relationship completely.

Yet he missed you. A lot. At night, in his bed, he would bury his face in the pillow you had been sleeping on, to smell you. It was barely noticeable now, and he dreamed of ever smelling you again. He had left your things where they were. A toothbrush, hairbrush, shampoo, some clothes including one of his shirts that you sometimes wore, hanging behind the bedroom door. Your bottle of perfume. Sometimes he sprayed it on a cloth to smell it.

The photo of the two of you, in his dining room. Frozen moment where he smiled at the camera while you were kissing him on the cheek. You asked him just before to take a photo, and at the last moment you kissed him. Fleeting stolen moment, of his surprised but so natural smile. Happy. Your cheek, wrinkled, showed your own smile.

Another photo of the two of you, in his room. You took it one morning. He was lying on his stomach, his face turned towards you, his arm resting across your chest. He was sleeping. You were lying on your back, your arm under his neck and your hand resting on his hair. You were looking at the camera. The photo was a little blurry, but showed one of your breasts and your bare skin, his shoulder and part of his back. Naked too.

He had grabbed one of your panties from the laundry basket, and couldn't bring himself to wash them. The faint smell of your pussy didn't linger there for long. More than one night he had smelt it before jerking off, thinking of all the times his tongue was buried in your pussy, or slowly swirled around your clit. Those times he licked his fingers after fingering you because he couldn't get enough of your taste. Those times when he woke you up, his head already between your legs, his tongue on your clit and two fingers in your pussy.

His hand gripped his cock so tightly when he jerked off, that by the time he came he was on the border between pleasure and pain.

He parked a few times not far from your work, to watch you. He parked in an adjacent street of your house, and waited in the morning and evening light, without you being able to see him. He watched you walk, he looked at your hair, your curves. Your face. He was trying to read your thoughts. 

He had the chance to see you one evening, through your bedroom window. He started jerking off in his car, until a police car drove by and he had to leave before arousing suspicion. He had finished jerking off at home.

Your absence was unbearable, but he didn't know if he was capable of taking on this relationship without hurting you again. He didn't trust himself, and began to perceive that the reproaches he had addressed to you were in fact aimed at him.

He hesitated for a few moments, his phone in hand. He looked at his lock screen: a dock overlooking a lake, surrounded by a dark forest. The loneliness implied by this image jumped out at him. Did he want this solitude, or did he think he wanted it?

He unlocked his phone and started typing a message.

*************

You were lying on your couch, under your blanket, when you heard the notification.

*Can I come over tonight?*

You dropped your phone on your chest before looking at the ceiling. You had been waiting for days, hoping that he would contact you.

Those days had passed without you realizing it. You went to work, returned home , and waited until the next day. Without doing anything at home. No laundry, no tidying up, no cleaning. Coffee cups were piling up in the kitchen and on the coffee table. The dishes were lying around in the sink. You couldn't find the motivation to do anything.

You tried to finger yourself once, without success. Unable to make yourself cum, for the first time in a long time. You missed his hands. You missed his cock. You missed him. You ended up crying, seeing your inability to reach orgasm.

You reread his message. You knew he would get the read notification.

You started typing “I don’t want that. Sorry."

Before deleting it and placing your phone back on your chest.

************

Joel stared at his phone since he sent you the message. He saw the checkmark indicating that you received it, then read it. He was waiting for your response, but nothing.

He saw the bubble indicating that you were typing. Then nothing again.

He was starting to worry and tried to push away the urge to go straight to your house. After his previous behavior, he really didn't want to be intrusive, but worry was nagging at him.

He picked up his phone again. Nothing.

He tapped again.

*********

You grabbed your phone when you heard the new notification.

*Please*

Fuck. You didn't expect that. You waited a few minutes and replied *Ok*. Then you looked at the mess in your house and got up from the couch. It was time to tidy up.

When the evening came, everything was put away and you were dressed. Jeans, t-shirt, button-down plaid shirt.

There was a knock on the door and you went to open it.

You held your breath when you saw him. Jeans, black t-shirt. Puppy brown eyes. Fuck. He was gorgeous.

“Hey.”

“Hey. Come on in.”

You went to sit on one side of the couch, he sat on the other. An empty place between you two.

You waited for him to speak. His gaze was fixed on his shoes. A few minutes passed before he started " 'm sorry."

You were about to answer when he added in a whisper "I know I already said it. After the pub. I know. I'm a mess. And I don't deserve you" his eyes didn't leave his shoes.

"It's not about whether you deserve me or not, Joel. I’m the one who can judge that. It's about what you want."

He looked at you.

"You. I want you. I wanna be with you. I wanna try again, in a better way, but I don't know how to do it. I don't know how to deal with my emotions. They overwhelm me… they always do. And when it happens, I don't know how to handle them."

You felt your heart tighten. You were dying to hold him close to you. But you couldn't give in to this urge so quickly. Not after your last argument and how you felt since then.

"I was serious Joel. I don’t want a relationship like that, where you’re hurting me"

"I know. I never wanted to, but I know I did. 'm sorry."

He clutched his hands together, barely looking at you.

“Do you trust me Joel?” You asked him

He looked at you and said "totally."

"I never wanted someone else, since we're seeing each other. That includes Stefan.”

His eyebrows furrowed but he lowered them quickly and nodded.

“What happened was a serious warning. And after this, I don’t know if there will be more”

"I know, sweetheart. I know."

You stood up and came to face him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held his head against your belly. You grabbed his chin and made him look up at you.

“Get up”

You pulled him into your arms, as he buried his face in your neck. He inhaled your scent so hard that you could hear his breathing.

He held you tighter against him. You felt his bulge against your crotch and your desire was overwhelming you.

You took his hand and walked up the stairs. Without stopping, without speaking. You didn’t know if you were making a mistake, and you didn’t want to think about it.

Once in the room, he hugged you and kissed you. So softly and delicately that you felt yourself melting. You missed everything about him so much.

He unbuttoned your shirt, took off your t-shirt, then your bra.

“Lie down, sweetheart.”

You lied down as he undressed completely. You looked at his erect cock and felt the wetness in your pussy.

He joined you on the bed and took off your jeans and panties at the same time.

"You're so beautiful, baby."

He settled between your legs, his mouth at your pussy, before brushing your clit with his nose, then your folds. He inhaled you and his cock grew even harder.

"I missed you so much. You have no idea."

Tears were coming to the corner of your eyes but you didn’t want to cry. His words made your heart flutter but you didn’t want to let go emotionally. You quickly wiped your tears with the back of your hand.

He stuck out his tongue, and licked your dripping entrance. He reached into your folds and you were already moaning, forgetting your tears. Your hands tighten in his hair, spreading your thighs as wide as possible.

You pressed your mound against his mouth, as his tongue moved up against your clit.

"Tell me what you want", he said, looking at you.

"Your fingers. Please"

He inserted his middle finger into your soaking pussy and swirled it gently.

“Another one Joel, please”

He added his index finger.

“Oh god,” you said.

His tongue swirled over your clit, and you already felt your pleasure building.

“Fuck me with your fingers, Joel.”

He picked up the pace and turned his fingers towards that sensitive spot.

"I'm gonna… i'm gonna come Joel. I'm… oh… fuck. Joel… i'm gonna…"

Your orgasm swept over you. Devastated you. Like a gigantic wave crushing you.

He came back up to you and kissed you. You were electrified by your taste on his tongue.

He grabbed his cock in his hand and slid it into your entrance, forcing himself not to go any further just yet.

“Joel…,” you mumbled, trying to pull him closer to you to sink deeper.

"Wait a minute, sweetheart. Wait a minute. I wanna… i wanna feel you. I missed you. I just wanna… feel you around my tip. Wanna feel you warmin’ me."

You felt safe, with his arms on either side of your face. You kissed him, slipping your tongue into his mouth and mingling his. Then, you pulled out your tongue to lick his lips. You groaned against his mouth.

He gently grabbed your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him.

"I love you."

Still looking at you, he slowly pushed himself into you, with one push, until he bottomed out. The sensation prevented you from responding even if you had wanted to. He stopped and kissed you, buried in you. He groaned, resisting the urge to move.

"It's so good. You're so good, baby. So good for me. Fuck… 'm gonna fuck you now."

He withdrew almost completely, before thrusting in again. Picking up the pace.

" 'm not gonna last, sweetheart, I'm sorry. It's too good. Missed it too much."

You slipped your index finger into his mouth, which he sucked while looking at you, then you passed your hand between your two bodies before reaching your clit. You rubbed it under your finger gently, until you felt your orgasm approaching.

"Fuck me Joel. Make me come on your cock"

He picked up the pace, pinning you against the bed.

Until you came, and he froze inside you, while you felt his jets of cum shoot deep in your pussy.

He immediately pulled out, settling between your legs to eat you. He ran his tongue over your clit, then into your pussy, licking up everything that came out. As if he wanted to take everything from you, including himself.

“Joel,” you panted “I can’t… too soon…”

He didn't stop, moving from your clit to your entrance and holding you pinned against the bed with his hands on your hips.

You squirmed beneath him. Your orgasm was almost painful. Almost. It floored you, making you cum under his tongue.

He came back to lie down next to you and hugged you. You murmured "I love you too, Joel."

Weeks passed, then months. Sarah had returned twice for a few days.

You and Joel had found a way that worked for both of you. You regularly slept at one or the other's house but kept some moments for yourself.

You meant to delete Stefan from your contacts but didn’t. If you did it, you’d want it to be according to your wishes, not to avoid confrontation.

You had gone on weekends together a few times and you were trying to balance alone time at home, going out as a couple, and going out with Tommy and Maria.

You still talked a lot and you loved his calm side, his quiet strength. You wondered how such a person could have lost control in a snap of his fingers, twice.

He continued to express his possessiveness while fucking you and you loved it.

There had been no other arguments. Nothing that could have caused one, either. You often thought about the difficult times you had, but you tried not to think it could happen again.

You came back from a seminar for which you had been absent for four days, going directly to Joel's house upon your return, as agreed.

You had barely closed the front door when Joel was against you, his hands on every curve of your body, from your cheeks which he had pressed against his palms while kissing you, to your hips.

You told him "wait, let me shower"

He grumbled “don’t care” and picked you up before you wrapped your legs around his hips.

“Joel let me take a shower."

“Already told you no” he growled, before carrying you to his bedroom.

Once there, he leaned you against the wall before leaving kisses from your lips to your neck, passing by your cheeks and the lobes of your ears.

“Missed you way too much baby”, he said between kisses.

Then he released you and quickly took off all your clothes, before telling you to lay down on the bed. Which you did, not taking your eyes off him.

You saw his chest rise to the rhythm of his breathing. He took off his clothes, facing the bed. Once naked, he spat in his hand and started to jerk off slowly while watching you. “Fuck… come here Joel, please”

He shook his head. And you looked at his body, moving from his eyes, his face and his hair, to his broad shoulders, his chest, his waist, his cock, his thighs. You wanted to lick every inch of his body.

He smirked, when your eyes returned to his.

"Touch yourself."

“Joel,” you whined.” I've been touching myself these last days, I want you now."

“What were you thinking about when you touched yourself, naughty girl?”

“Joel…”

“Stop whining. Touch yourself and tell me what you thought about.”

You sighed before sliding your middle finger into your wet pussy, then bringing it back up to your clit and twirling it gently under your fingers. Your eyes fixed on Joel who continued to jerk off slowly.

"I thought about you. Your cock. The way you fuck me”

“Which way?”

"Thought about your cock in my mouth, hitting my throat until you came, shooting your cum against it. How I swallowed it all."

You saw him flinch before catching himself "What else?"

You ran your finger through your pussy again to get more moisture before returning to your clit “thought about waking up while you were already fucking me"

”You like that, right? Such a slut.”

Your body jerked and your back arched against the bed. You released the pressure on your clit, barely grazing it. You didn't want to cum right away.

“And then?”

“When you fuck me on all fours and put a finger in my ass”

He smirked “What else do you like?”

You picked up the pace on your clit before responding “I love when you eat my ass before fucking it with your big cock"

“Shit, babe… Tell me how it feels.”

“I… fuck… I feel full. It’s painful at first while my ass gets used to your cock”

“Fuck… What next?”

“Then” you stopped, positioning your index finger in the exact spot where you knew you would come “ I can’t think anymore. I stay there, ass fucked, and I feel like you’re gonna tear me apart. I feel possessed. Like an animal and… oh fuck…”

“Go ahead baby. Come. Come for me.”

You came, your other hand cupping one of your breasts, "good girl, cuming for me when I ask you to" you moaned and felt another spasm, hearing him.

Joel lay down on top of you and pushed his cock in your pussy, bottoming out.

“Oh! Fuck… Joel!”

“Shut up just… just take my fucking cock,” he grabbed your wrists in his hands and pinned them above your head, before pounding you "yeah, just like that", he said.

He knelt down before taking your ankles in his hands and placing them on his shoulders.

His pace was fast, and the position allowed him to fuck you deeply. Your breasts swayed under his rhythm. “That’s it…. take it baby. Take it good. 'm gonna ruin your fuckin pussy tonight.”

After a few minutes, he lowered your legs and put them around his hips, spreading your hips as far as he could with his hands. He held your hips and started to rub your clit with his thumb, and resumed an equally brutal pace.

“Fuck… you’re so tight… How many times did you make yourself come during the seminar?”

“Every night.”

“That’s my girl...” He slowed down the pace, just long enough to run his saliva over your pussy, and see it slide onto his cock, which he pushed into you immediately.

“Talk to me. Tell me how you feel.”

“Can’t… Too much... Too thick... Too rough”

“Too rough huh?”

He pulled out and grabbed you before turning you around.

Barely settled on all fours, he placed his hands on your hips and thrust into you, at a slow but deep pace, before running his saliva onto your ass and pressing his thumb there.

“That's what you want? My finger in your ass while I fuck you from behind?”

“Yeah,” you moaned.

He picked up the pace until he was pounding you again, the first knuckle of his thumb buried in your ass.

“I want you to come. Now", he groaned.

You lowered your chest to rest your head on the bed, before sliding your hand against your pussy. Instead of rubbing your clit, you reached his balls, and rolled them under your fingers.

He growled before grabbing you under the breasts and pulling you up, your back against his chest. With his other hand, he slid down to your clit.

“Missed my balls, too?”

You nodded.

”Such a whore. Come on, come on my cock. You can do it, baby. I wanna feel you squeezin’ me.”

Your orgasm came fast, and he bit your earlobe as his movements became even faster, until he came deep inside your pussy.

You collapsed onto the bed, his hands still on your hips to stay inside you.

“God I missed you baby”, he said. 

One evening at Joel's house, you were sitting on the couch reading, your legs tucked under you, and Joel was working on small wooden sculptures on the dining room table.

You asked him “why do you think we mostly fuck rough?”

“Does it bother you?”

"No no, not at all. It's just that I'm wondering. We both want it, but why so?"

"I think... part of the answer has to do with the fact that I... want you. Really. Physically. I want you to be mine, it makes me an animal, I want to protect you, to touch you, have you. Completely, even if it's in vain. So each time I try to have you again. And we found each other well, because I think… you want to be protected, and possessed. By me. I think you want to be mine. Truly and deeply."

You were left speechless, to the point that he spoke again slowly, "did I say something I shouldn't? Am I wrong?"

“Fuck, no. I think uh… I think you’re right."

“Ok, and what do you think about that?”

“I think I want you to fuck me rough,” you both laughed.

You thought about what he just said, your hand over your mouth, looking at him, before finally launching yourself "I have... this need. In me. Like a void that wants to be filled. Not all the time. But when you are near me... it often tightens inside me, physically. My thighs tighten and... my pussy clenches. I don't even know if I can control it, and I think I don't want to. When you're near me, I have this basic need and I like to feel it. But it scares me too."

"Why?"

"I've never felt that. I don't like being dependent, in general. And I've never felt so strong and so weak at the same time"

His brows furrowed "What do you mean weak? I don't want you to feel weak."

"Shit...I can't believe I'm gonna say that. It reminds me that I'm a woman. A female, in the pure animal definition. I need to be fucked. When you're inside me, especially when you wrap your arms around me, it's like nothing could happen to me. Because you are here, you protect me. It's a very primal feeling"

“And you said you felt strong at the same time?”

"Yes, it's quite strange to feel these two opposing sensations, but when I'm with you I have the impression of having an immense power. In general and... over you."

He smiled, like he knew exactly what you were talking about "How so?"

"I feel deep down that I'm controlling you, sexually. It's terrible to say, I'm sorry, it's not a nice thing to say. But deep down, I feel like I'm controlling you. It's hard to explain"

“No, I see very well what you’re talking about."

"Really?"

"I realized it the night of the altercation at the pub. The way you turned the situation into a game, after assessing my state of mind. You were scrutinizing me. There I realized that since the beginning, you took me wherever you wanted, and not the other way around. Physically, you control me."

"Yet, when we fuck, you often seem in charge"

"I want to have you so bad, I would do anything for it. I feel so possessive and jealous" he raised his hands in apologetic gesture before adding "I know, I know, I have to keep working on it. And I do, I swear. But my deep nature, with you, is very primary. Possession, protection. It translates sexually, but according to your limits. I want you to be happy, I want to see you smile. I want to make you come. And I want my cock to be as thick, as big as possible, so that you feel me completely. So that I can answer your needs. So that I can fill you. When I'm inside you, no one can touch you. Your eyes are on me, I want them to be. I want to have my cock in your mouth, because you don't think about anyone else when you suck me."

You smiled. 

“When I am dominant with you, I forget my doubts, and I respond to your needs, I believe. And it happens naturally.”

You nodded before saying "wow, if I had known I would have asked this question sooner. Now I want you to get undress, Joel, and come lie on the couch."

He looked at you and undressed completely before settling on the couch. You took off your dress, bra and panties.

You settled between his legs and ran your tongue from his balls to the base of his cock. Then you told him “now i’m gonna ride that nose baby, and you’re gonna make me come in your mouth”

He nodded, and you straddled his face, your pussy level with his mouth. You lowered yourself until his tongue touched your pussy. He kept his tongue erect, and you continued to go down slowly as if you were impaling yourself on it. You tilted your pelvis so that his nose was rubbing against your clit and you began to grind your pussy against him. He groaned and closed his eyes, but you said “look at me when I’m fucking myself on your face”. He opened his eyes.

“Good boy,” you said, staring at him, and you heard him groan in the folds of your pussy at these words.

“Come on Joel. Make me fuckin come”

He grabbed your thighs in his hands and pulled you towards him, his tongue pushing as deep into your pussy as possible.

“Fuck…”

“Use my nose. Use my fuckin nose to come”, he said.

His words eventually made you cum, your hand clenched in his curls as you continued to grind against him until your spasms stopped.

You got off the couch, and Joel said “On your knees baby. Won’t be long.”

You knelt down as he stood up. He took his hard cock in his hand and moved closer, before wrapping your hair in his fist.

“Open, tongue out.”

You stuck out your tongue and he slapped your cheeck with his cock. Once. You waited, tongue still hanging out.

He put the tip of his cock on it and started jerking off

“Fuck baby…i’m gonna shoot my load all over your face.”

He leaned down slightly before spitting on his cock, watching as the saliva ran down your tongue. You moaned.

“Don’t move.”

He started to slide his cock over your tongue, gently. You parted your lips further so he could continue filling your mouth, until he hit the back of your throat. You gasped but didn’t pull away.

“Good girl, takin’ me so well in your mouth.”

He pulled back, returning to rest his tip on your tongue, before sliding it all the way in again. When he slammed against your throat, he held you against him with his fist.

“Breathe, baby.”

Then he released his grip and withdrew.

“‘m gonna paint your face, baby. Keep your mouth open."

He jerked off quickly, his fist still clenched in your hair, keeping your face close to his cock.

“Such a slut, waiting for my load.”

You blinked to show him your acquiescence.

He picked up the pace of his wrist and you closed your eyes just before the first jets of hot cum shot onto your face, then he shoved his cock quickly into your mouth for the final spurts.

“Swallow, swallow it all,” he said, even though he had not yet emptied his balls completely yet. You took his cock in your hand and put it into your mouth to suck every last drop of him, while what he had sent to your face flowed down your cheeks.

You then pulled away, he helped you get up and he wiped your face with his t-shirt.

"Fuckin animals,” he said, and you both laughed.

Part 6

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Whumptober day 04. hallucinations l Hypnosis l sensory deprivation l "you're still alive in my head"

WC: 805

Warnings: Mild injury, ocular migraine, mentioned animal death (natural causes)

Stuenn felt the flicking twigs of the underbrush grabbing at his waxed anorak and woolen mittens as he trudged ahead. The waterproof clothing now merely decorative, having sweated through all of his underlayers. The musher squinted at the path ahead of him.

It's getting worse. Stuenn had experienced ocular migraines before, but never this bad, and the timing could not have been worse.

He had no way to know how long it had been since he lost his dog team, but the sun had just begun to set the last time he'd seen their furry hides disappear down the trail. He was far out on the Taiga, exploring a new trapping route. Sure, his people knew where he was, but it was still several days journey back home.

The clear sky was his only saving grace, with the canopy of bright moonlight and stars to orient by, Stuenn could see his path. He followed the pawprints and runner tracks in the snow by the cool light. The panic subsided for a while, and Stuenn jogged in the snow for hours after his runaway team. Hoping to find them tangled beyond the ability to keep running, or the sled snagged on a tree.

The unfortunately familiar gray haze began in the bottom of the field of view in his left eye. No no, not now. Stuenn futilely rubbed at his eye over and over again as he kept jogging through the woods. It was a matter of minutes before he had no vision in his left eye, and the haze was encroaching on his right, but he couldn't stop. The lack of eyesight was dangerous, but the cold was deadly. The damp layers under his jacket and pants would make quick work of his body heat if he stopped moving.

While using his other senses to navigate as best he could, he found himself in some bushes, which were rare in the taiga (except near rivers). At this point he was guessing where to go. The panic had clouded his judgement thicker than the blank haze, which now reduced his vision to a wide pinhole.

He stepped out into nothingness.

The musher's chest constricted as his inner ear told him he was falling, fast. He reached out by instinct, grabbing thin branches that snapped instantly. Something did catch him though, his mukluk held fast between two tree roots as his body pivoted over the edge. Stuenn groaned in pain as his ankle held his body weight at an unnatural angle. Grabbing at his knife, he tried swiping at the roots with the sharp instrument. He missed. Missed again, and again. He swiped so violently that his body began to rock back and fourth as he did so.

The boot slipped off.

Stuenn felt his left side hit something on the way down, scraping his face, but slowing his descent as he then rolled down a rocky canyon wall and onto the snowbank below.

So the trapper found himself. Face down in the snow, with only one boot, still gripping his survival knife.

A voice sounded, on the edge of his auditory periphery. It spoke a lilting incomprehensible sentence.

Sluggishly lifting his head, Stuenn attempted to scan his surroundings. Breath quickening in instant panic as he was suddenly reminded that he was almost completely blinded, save for a hole no bigger than the palm of his hand at the end of an outstretched arm. He propped himself up painfully, noticing his blood in the snow as he looked down.

He heard something else. Panting. The panting of a dog team going by, the sliding of runners on a nicely packed trail. Raising his gaze again, he caught sight of a pale dog standing before him.

Vikki.

His first dog, the first sled dog he could call all his own. The dog that had lived to a healthy 17 years old. The dog that had been in his life longer than not. She stood with her head low, glowering down at him.

"You're going the wrong way, dumbass."

The voice glided by on a wind rather than coming from Vikki.

"Am I dead?" Stuenn huffed, then had to gasp for air after the effort of speaking, holding his head at an awkward angle to see his long lost companion.

"No. Get up you limp herring, we've got work to do."

"I lost my boot."

"Excuses. I have no boots, you don't see me whining about it." Vik began to turn away and walk into the darkness.

"I can't see, slow down." Stuenn struggled to his feet. Once his one booted, and one merely socked feet were underneath him he staggered forward.

His knife laid in the snow behind, forgotten. The loyal tool would have shed a tear if it had feelings.

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The Duchess (5)

Anthony Bridgerton x Duchess!reader

Series Summary: After coming into a title you did not expect, you have a chance encounter with a handsome rescuer.

Chapter Summary: Interruptions

Word Count: 1,431

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Your stride was slow and measured as you leisurely took in the sight of the numerous paintings being displayed on the nearest wall.

With the art gallery deciding to host the opening of a new exhibit on this fine Sunday afternoon, it seemed like most of the ton had arrived to take in what you deemed to be an interesting spectacle.

You knew you could not claim to be anywhere near as skilled as the artists whose works were currently being admired. But even without being an expert, you knew you could appreciate the talent it took to mix various shades of paint into a completed image.

That said, you could not help but to allow your mind to stay pleasantly occupied as you carefully considered each piece of art that entered your view with every passing step.

So much so, that you almost did not notice the enthusiastic approach of a young girl until she almost ran into you.

Catching the girl by the shoulders in order to avoid the oncoming collision, you lowered yourself to her level afterwards in order to examine if she was alright, only to be met with excited eyes and a bright smile instead.

“Duchess! It is so lovely to see you again! Do you remember me??”

Unable to stop yourself from returning the elated grin you were receiving, you happily exclaimed,

“Miss Hyacinth! Of course I do! What ever are you doing here?”

Overjoyed at such a greeting, the young girl in front of you replied,

“I am here with my family! My mother insisted we attend today’s opening.”

Hiding your amusement at the petulant eye roll the child gave toward the end of her sentence, you started to say,

“Well if you truly came here with your mother, then I am sure she is currently wondering where you are—”

But as if on cue, you both heard the girl’s name being harshly repeated.

“Hyacinth!”

Snapping your heads in the direction of the voice, you each saw the hasty approach of a respectably dressed woman coming your way. While you returned to your full height, she sternly said upon her arrival,

“What have I told you about running off, young lady?”

Properly feeling chastised, you saw the way Hyacinth dropped her eyes to the floor in reprimand before remorsefully saying,

“My apologies, Mama. It is just…I saw my friend, the Duchess, and just had to say hello!” 

Following the gesture her child made in your direction with her hand, the woman in front of you locked her gaze with yours as she finally seemed to take notice of your presence.

You made sure your expression was kind as she suddenly exclaimed with a sincere politeness,

“Oh! Of course! Do forgive me, Duchess!”

Recognizing how her behavior could have been seen as undignified, the person you now knew to be Lady Bridgerton followed this up by sheepishly saying through a nervous smile,

“I apologize for such a lack of composure, your Grace. I was simply worried for my child you see.”

Shaking your head to show there was no offense taken, you immediately said,

“Nonsense! It is the business of mothers to worry about their children, is it not?”

Relieved to receive such an understanding response, the woman’s smile transformed into something that was a bit more earnestly meant as she warmly said in agreement,

“Indeed it is, your Grace.”

The dowager Viscountess had just been about to ask how it was you knew her daughter, when said daughter enthusiastically asked a question of her own first.

“Duchess! Have you seen Anthony yet?”

Turning back to look at Hyacinth, you could not help saying with curiosity,

“Lord Bridgerton is here as well?”

Growing in surprise as Violet learned you seemed to know her youngest and her eldest, she hesitated for a brief second before attempting to give you an answer.

“Yes, your Grace. The last time I saw him, he was—”

“—Happy to see you and my sister have reunited.”

Following the sound of the new voice with your eyes meant you got to watch as the Lord in question joined your group with a pleasant smile on his face.

Coming to a stop directly across from you but next to his mother, the Viscount soon made it a point to announce in a teasing manner,

“I am afraid Hyacinth has spoken of little else since you two met in the park.”

Huffing a small laugh behind your gloved hand as you learned this, you then lowered it in order to reply with a humored grin, 

“If that is true, then I am honored to be remembered by such a lovely girl.”

And while your response did confirm to the child standing next to you that you also saw her as the friend she was hoping to be, she still felt embarrassed to have her admiration revealed in such a way. 

So she thought it was only right that she passionately say in her defense,

“I only speak of her as much as I do because you always agree with how beautiful she is, brother!”

Hyacinth’s name was said in reprimand once more by Lady Bridgerton while your brows shot up in surprise and Anthony’s eyes widened with his own dose of embarrassment.

Quickly making a grab for her daughter’s hand, the mother in front of you hurriedly said,

“Please excuse us, Duchess! I have been meaning to show my little one the magnificent portraits in the next room over. But it was lovely to meet you, your Grace!”

Understanding her desire to make a hasty exit, you returned her respectful courtesy as you delightfully began to say,

“The pleasure has been all mine, Lady Bridgerton!” 

And then, turned to give a similar bow of respect to the vindicated child while kindly saying,

“And until we meet again, Miss Bridgerton.”

“Until we meet again, Duchess!”

And with her excited goodbye, she and her mother began walking in another direction until they were lost within the crowd.

As you were returning your gaze to the Viscount, the sight of his offered arm caught you by surprise first.

Looking up to catch his eyes, you heard the way Lord Bridgerton cleared his throat before saying with a touch of hesitance,

“Might I have the honor, your Grace?”

If you were slow to take it, that was only because you had to give yourself the time to smile at such a gesture before placing your hand within the crook of his elbow.

“You may, my Lord.”

As he began to lead you in the direction you were originally heading in, said Lord could not stop the humored chuckle he let out. When you raised a curious brow at the sound, he proceeded to explain with a slightly deprecating smile.

“I think we are a bit past formalities given what my sister just revealed, Duchess. Going forward, you can simply call me ‘Anthony’ if you wish.”

Shocked, but touched to receive such permission, you considered your words before replying with a slight hint of thoughtfulness,

“Well, if we are dropping the formalities…then you cannot continue to call me ‘Duchess’. It may be my title, but it is not who I am.”

Smiling to himself at having such permission reciprocated, Lord Bridgerton proceeded to ask,

“Then what may I call you instead, hmm? ‘My Lady’?”

Giving your own bemused hum in return, you said after a moment of consideration,

“But that is still a title, is it not?”

There was no pause in Anthony’s response as he began to explain with a certain level of coyness,

“Well, I suppose it may be a title for some…” 

Turning his head so his gaze met yours, he finished with,

“But it could also be a true statement for others.”

While smirking in your direction.

Needing to pause in your steps as the cheekiness of his words finished processing in your mind, you were helpless to stop your originally amused smile from growing into an untameable grin on your face.

Not wanting to admit how giddy the implication of his words made you feel, you decided to meet his gaze head on as you pointedly said with humor,

“Then I suspect, Anthony, that I may not mind what you call me so long as it is not—”

“Duchess.”

At once, your pleasantly, happy bubble was shattered as the reality that you two were still in public hit like a ton of bricks.

That weight only increased tenfold over when you looked ahead and were unhappily met with the sight of your former brother-in-law standing not five feet away from you.

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• FAKE GIRLFRIEND •

• PART ONE

• PART TWO

• Gojo Satoru x Reader

It was a sunny Friday morning on the Jujutsu high school campus, where the four friends were on their break happily chatting about different youth topics.

Everything seemed to be going completely normal until the young y/h notices her close friend Satoru somewhat distracted and not with his smiling and joking personality.

Clearly noticing that lack of spark in his best friend, he decided to gently ask.

-"Gojo, what has you so distracted this morning? Usually you would have already made at least 3 different jokes" And the young woman was not lying, it was normal to see Gojo joke or chatter about something or simply laugh loudly, so finding him in That state was very strange.

After y/n had asked that question, Geto nodded agreeing with the young woman and said

- "It's true, what's happening with you?"

Gojo, who was absorbed in his thoughts moments ago, now faced the expectant gaze of his friends.

Scratching his hair nervously, he understands that it is time to declare what has kept him so silent.

-"You see, it's something about my father, he said something so stupid - he says trying to control his bad mood as he remembers - "he said I should take my girlfriend to my family's celebration this weekend"

As soon as you heard Gojo and girlfriend in the same sentence you feel a little disappointed, since you always felt something for your best friend, the white-haired one, but you never did anything to confess it, because everyone knew about the reputation of a womanizer that he has and you didn't want to ruin the friendship you've had since They were kids.

Shoko noticing your small disappointment (she was the only one to whom you had confessed your feelings for the young man of the Gojo clan) decides to ask to lighten the situation.

-"We could have the honor of knowing who the unfortunate one is, who is "Does your girlfriend call? Because as far as I know you've never had a girlfriend and the one that lasted a day and a half doesn't count" the young woman accused with a smile on her face.

At this question you and Suguru smile in attendance, although your smile was incomparable to that of Geto who was ready to laugh at the situation.

Gojo scratches his hair again more nervously and avoids your gaze

- "Well there's the problem (he sighs ready to give his statement) he thinks that you and I are a couple"

The black-haired man and the brunette burst out laughing but instead you You are completely reflected, on the one side you felt happy because you always wanted to have a relationship with the young man, but on the other sidd you are scared that the mere thought of being in a relationship with you is what has Gojo so disappointed.

So without thinking much you ask the white haired boy.

-"And what did you say to your father?" If you analyzed it a little, you would notice the desperation in your tone.

The three young people were waiting for the sky-blue eye's response.

-"I told him if I would take you to the party this weekend," he says, already showing his smile.

-"WHAT!? Did you go crazy Satoru? Are you lying to your father" and you couldn't blame his father since you and Gojo were inseparable and several times they have confused you with being a couple, but this time it was different, very different.

-"Don't worry, y/n, we just have to pretend that we are a couple for this weekend and everything will be fine," said the white-haired man, trying to reassure you. He is the same again, downplaying the matter, you respond

- "But it's totally different, plus it was just once to get those free sweets on Valentine's Day!!"

Shoko and Geto only exchanged funny and expectant glances because they both knew things and understood where this whole thing would lead.

-"Pleeaase Y/n just for this weekend" Gojo said in a pleading tone.

You decided that you would ignore your feelings, although that would cost you dearly later, or at least that's what you thought, and you would help your friend this time.

You sigh exhausted and nod saying

- "It's okay Toru, you win"

The white-haired boy smiles and jumps to hug you, which caught you quite off guard and a small blush that you tried to hide appeared on your face.

"Then get ready because tomorrow at eight pm I will have to pick you up to go to the party"

You nod and when you were going to answer the bell rings indicating that they should go back to class, the two sorcerers get up and say goodbye, leaving them alone.

Shoko, who notices your sadness no matter how much you try to hide it, says

- "Everything will be fine Y/n, it's just a party and maybe you won't even meet his father, you already know what their relationship is like"

if you knew that and that wasn't it. What worries you so much, but that you didn't want to hurt yourself by playing with your feelings, you felt like you were deceiving yourself.

You sigh and nod

- "It's just a party, what could go wrong?"

You clearly had no idea what that Saturday night would bring you.

[lavenderchqn]

𝐶𝛨𝛢𝑃𝑇𝛦𝑅 𝟎𝟏𝟗 — HOUSE OF HEARTH (2,5K WORDS) 𝑅𝐸𝐷 𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑆 — lyney x f!reader smau

𝑆𝑌𝑁𝑂𝑃𝑆𝐼𝑆 —

Second year of university should've been everything you thought of it - more studying with human interaction sprinkled throught... What it definitely wasn't supposed to be was an investigation saga where one of your friends goes missing out of nowhere

𝑃𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐼𝑂𝑈𝑆 — 𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇 — 𝑁𝐸𝑋𝑇 𝐸𝑃𝐼𝑆𝑂𝐷𝐸

“I refuse.” Neuvillette’s stern rejection shocks the group.

It’s the crack of dawn. After a long night, Wriothesley has shared the address of Lyney’s potential return. It’s a small orphanage, located in the heart of a city connecting Fontaine and Snezhnaya. You’d probably be on your merry way, if not for Neuvillette's persistent refusal to lend his car.

The male sighs. “Have you looked at yourselves?” His question hits deep.

Wriothesley is running on three cups of espresso, [Y/N] is falling asleep standing up, and well… Furina is throwing a tantrum. The three planned to head to the board alone, not wanting to drag Charlotte or Neuvillette into the mess any further. 

“Neuvi, you can’t be serious?!” Furina protests, clearly annoyed. She’s upset at multiple things — lack of sleep being one of them. You all stayed up throughout the night, trying to get anything you could that’d lead you to Lyney. “What if Lyney is truly there?!” 

Her eyes are glassy with tears. If Neuvillette had it in himself to come to her aid yesterday, what was stopping him from giving them his car for the day. 

“Neuvillette, ” Wriothesley comes directly in front of the other man. “I can swear to you, that I’ll be as careful as possible. Even if it takes me three hours to get there.” 

With another exhale from Neuvillette, he hands his car keys to Wriothesley. “I better see you get there safely and notify me the second you're there. No exceptions.” 

The atmosphere between the group changes completely in an instant.

“Yes, Sir.” Wriothesley salutes, with the girls mirroring the gesture afterwards. With access to a vehicle able to hold more than two people, the journey can finally begin. 

Neuvillette’s car is kept as you could expect from a man of his calibre. There are bottles full of water behind the front seat and not a speck of dust. It's the first time Wriothesley's behind the wheel in Neuvillette's car. Although Beverage Gang knew how to drive — except for Furina — Lyney was the one to lend his car. 

As of now [Y/N] is finally taking her well-deserved nap in the back seat. Furina sticks to her established role as a navigator and DJ, while Wriothesley is behind the wheel. The awake girl notices that — finally opening the question that has been bugging her for the entirety of the morning. 

“How did you learn that Lyney is well… uh…” She twiddles her fingers, whispering the last part of her sentence. “… an orphan.” 

“Trauma bonding and a lot of alcohol.” 

Furina’s face saddens as soon as she hears Wriothesley’s answer. Although her friend never hid the fact of his own experience as one, learning that Lyney — and by proxy his sister — was also a part of that group makes her heart ache. It also makes her brain run on wild thoughts, trying to process if something was keeping Lyney from saying that sober. Was she at fault for it? 

Her leg starts shaking from the sheer madness her head is going through.

“Furu, that’s not your fault,” Wriothesley says, not taking his eyes off the road. “I’m pretty sure Neuvi didn’t know either.” 

“—Is… that so?” 

“Sure is,” He takes a sharp turn, his eyes checking the rear-view mirror. As much as he appreciates all the help [Y/N] has provided, it would be best for everyone gathered not to have those conversations held in such a manner. Just having the girl know he’s an orphan should be enough.“I didn’t say anything, because it wasn’t my place to do so.” 

Furina mutters sounds of acknowledgement. She knows Wriothesley’s right. It wasn’t his place to say stuff regarding Lyney’s personal matters. Even if he learned of it due to Lyney being drunk, he must’ve sworn secrecy… Does Lyney even know that Wrio knows? 

There’s a slight chuckle. For an esteemed actress, or well… semi-retired actress, Furina is quite bad at pretending whenever her emotions hit rock bottom. 

“Cheer up, we’re almost there,” Wriothesley says as the car passes the sign informing of their arrival at the city. 

The main square is beautiful. The tenement blocks had been kept with utmost care and it shows. Despite being centuries old, the facade looks almost brand new. The early hours of the morning still show, as there’s not a single other person outside.

“Are we close?” Furina asks, taking a peek at Wriothesley’s phone. It’s currently open to a navigation app, telling them they are quite close.

“We should be,” Wriothesley answers, coming to a stand. He’s looking around for any indicator to confirm they are indeed there. As expected of a city square… there are all sorts of offices around.

“Is that not it?” [Y/N] points to one building in particular. Compared to the rest it’s hidden with its sign less visible. It’s made out of brick, with not a single fake balcony in sight. As soon as the three have a look at the supposed orphanage, the air changes. For no reason it feels a lot heavier… almost as if filled with dread. 

“S-Surely that’s not it…?”

“Don’t see any other orphanages around here.” 

“Looks like we have no other options…” 

[Y/N] gets in front of the door, preparing herself mentally to use the knocker. As soon as she notices Wriothesley and Furina standing behind her, she does so. 

The wait for a person from the orphanage to show up is agonising. Multiple thoughts are running through — most of them pleading for anybody to be there soon. It’s a working day… wait, do orphanages even follow the working weekend days thing? 

After a short while, the door opens with a creak. “H-hello?” A blond head peeks out of the door, his piercing periwinkle eyes staring the group down. “The… Municipal Office? We don’t know anything, I’m s-sorry.” 

[Y/N] is left completely stunned. Surely they don’t look like any officials. “S-sorry, what?” 

“Don’t know anything… we r-really don’t…” His voice is getting quieter by the second. Just what, on earth, is going on here. 

“We’re not from… the Municipal Office.” She tries to calm the boy down. By the looks, he’s on the verge of tears and that’s the last thing needed right now.

“Freminet.” A different voice appears. It’s deeper. More mature. Perhaps it belongs to the caretaker of the orphanage. “Does the situation require my attention?” 

“Nonono… It’s alright, Father… I think so...” 

From the way footsteps are getting louder, the blond’s statement surely did not convince said ‘Father’. Now that [Y/N] thinks about it… Lynette also addressed a person in such a manner.

The door opens further, showing the entirety of Freminet… as well as a tall lady. Dressed from head to toe in a smart outfit, her presence surely is imposing.

“Good morning.” [Y/N] continues her streak of acting as the group’s representative. She’s capitalising fully on her energy.

“Good morning to you three as well.” The woman replies, before turning to the boy next to her. “Run along now, Freminet. They are not from the Municipal Office. They are guests.” 

The last word sends shivers down Furina’s spine. For some reason, she’s not feeling as confident about the trip as she was, back when they were pestering Neuvillette to borrow his car. 

“You came to visit to ask questions, I presume?” She asks, inviting them to come inside the building. “Come in, the House of Hearth welcomes you with open arms.” 

The office the caretaker has led the group into seems to match its owner’s personality to a T. Following the ‘vintage’ aesthetic, an oak desk with intricate carving takes centre stage. The walls are lined with bookshelves filled with binders, with some showing signs of being well-used. 

As she pours a warm drink into teacups that match the set gifted to Lynette months ago, she tries to make a small chitchat. 

“I hope the journey was of no issue to you.” She says, taking her seat. “Sugar?”

“Could’ve been worse, and yes, please,” Wriothesley answers, before asking a question of his own. “The children regard you, M’am, as ‘Father’. Should we address you the same?” 

The woman chuckles slightly. “Not at all. Madame should be sufficient, albeit I tend to go by 'The Knave'.” 

The atmosphere in the room sounds quite strict. Much different compared to a stereotypical orphanage.

“Quite the tragedy…” The Knave sighs. “A child going missing on its own is no simple matter…,  a kidnapping however requires a different approach.” 

“So you know Lynette is missing?” 

“But, of course.” She takes a sip of her own drink. “The children tend to get anxious, whenever police officers come knocking at our doors.” 

The weight of her words settles heavily in the room. The Knave, exudes an unexpected air of calmness, with an unmistakeable edge of authority. Wriothesley, Furina and [Y/N] exchange glances, unsure of how much they can reveal… or where to begin with. 

Wriothesley clears his throat, leaning slightly forward. “Although we have filed a missing person report, we’re not working with the police, Madame. We’re here because… we believe Lyney might have returned to this orphanage. And we need to know if you’ve seen him.”

The Knave’s sharp gaze locks onto Wriothesley’s as if weighing his every word. She sets her teacup down with a quiet clink, fingers elegantly resting on the cup's rim. "Lyney," she repeats, her tone thoughtful. “Quite the spectacular child himself.” 

A heavy pause fills the air, the weight of the unknown hanging over the group. Furina shifts uncomfortably in her seat, her usual confidence rattled by the eerie calm of the Knave. She clutches her teacup, her knuckles turning white. "Please, Madame Knave, if you know anything about him… we need your help."

The Knave regards Furina with a cool, assessing look, before letting out a slow exhale. "I’m sure you know, this world is not kind to orphans. He… I assume he must have his reasons for leaving."

“We’re getting off-course here.” [Y/N] exclaims after listening to the Knave’s words cautiously. Her action gets the undivided attention of the caretaker herself. She pauses, taking a look at her fellow companions. “We believe there are multiple people to be kidnapped by the same person.” 

“Pardon?” 

“What do you even mean by off-course, [Y/N]?!” Furina asks — half whispering and half screaming. “We’re here because Lyney is gone!”

[Y/N] straightens in her seat, her expression stern despite the growing tension in the room. "Yes, Furina, we are here because Lyney is gone. But think about it—We’re at the only place where we could get information about them both.”

Wriothesley nods in agreement, his gaze steady on the Knave. "She's right. This has never been about just Lyney. We want to know if there’s any information you’re privy to but withholding from us.”

The Knave's eyes turn cold, her previously calm demeanour suddenly more ominous. She clasps her hands on the desk, studying the visitors individually before speaking. "I see. This is no longer just a missing person case in your eyes. You're chasing shadows, following a trail you barely understand.”

“Of course, it isn't,” Furina mutters quietly. 

The Knave's gaze softens, though her tone remains sharp. “It’s not as simple as you think. What I can make you aware of, is that whoever is behind Lynette’s situation… is not looking for money.”

“So there was no ransom note sent to the orphanage.”

The Knave sighs, before nodding. “As suspicious as multiple women going missing in quick succession having a common ground sounds… It could still be unrelated entirely. Whatever you decide on from now onwards, tread carefully.” 

Wriothesley as well as [Y/N] take her words with caution. No matter how much she has tried to conceal her knowledge of the situation up until now, none of them have mentioned the gender of the missing people. Nor did they say that there is the same dominator between them. 

“Let me get this straight.” [Y/N] says. “You had been made aware of Lynette going missing—most likely by the police.” 

“That would be correct,” The Knave answers, before taking another sip of her drink. Her eyes are looking for anything that the younger girl could be implying. “From my knowledge, the Police Department located in this humble city has taken the case reported in the main district.”

“Probably due to Lynette’s connection to the orphanage, is that so?” 

“Miss [Y/N],” Her tone pointed. “I do not possess such information. Making such assumptions is quite unwise for a clever girl you clearly are.” 

A heavy silence falls over the room after the Knave’s comment. Perhaps they are going too far? They are on edge, it’s been a long drive… maybe they are just jumping to conclusions? 

"I assure you," the Knave interrupts the silence, her voice low but firm, "I care for all the children who pass through these doors. There are, however, limits to what I can tell you without endangering more lives than you can comprehend.”

The tension breaks as [Y/N] rises from her seat, a sense of urgency pulsing through her. “Regardless, we still have to keep on moving. Time is key.”

“But of course.” 

Wriothesley and Furina exchange glances, before they decide on what to do forward. “Would you be willing to share any direct means to contact you, Madame Knave?” Wriothesley asks.

“Related to sharing information regarding Lynette’s situation, I presume?” 

“That’s right.” 

The woman exhales slightly, agreeing to their proposition. She jots down her email and phone number. “What I ask of you,” She says, handing it to Wriothesley. “Is to not share those with any others.”

“We can do that.” 

With the piece of paper in hand, both Wriothesley and Furina stand up. The Knave watches them closely, her enigmatic smile lingering as she rises to see them off her office.

She calls over Freminet, who’s by her side in an instant to join her in seeing the guests out of the orphanage.

"Be safe," she says quietly as they reach the door. "And remember—sometimes the truth is hidden in the most unlikely places."

As they exit the orphanage and back into the cold morning air, they are left with more questions than answers. Furina takes a deep breath, her confidence slowly returning. "So… what now?"

“We’re nowhere closer than we were before, ” Wriothesley replies. “At the very least we have gained an ally in our search for Lynette.” 

“A dubious ally.” [Y/N] corrects him. 

The door to one of the orphanage rooms opens with a slight creak, as Freminet enters with a tray. He’s carrying a small bowl of fish soup and a cup of tea. 

“I got you some food...” The blond sets it down on a table, before heading for the exit. “They left some time ago.”

“Is that so?” The person chuckles. “I guess, I could’ve predicted that… Shouldn’t have been such a lightweight bitch.”

“M-Mind your language… Father is on edge already.” 

“Alright, alright~” 

𝑇𝐴𝐺𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇 — OPEN

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date of posting — september 18th 2024

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Niragi X Fem Reader. || Come Here Sweetheart PT 2.

Part 1

It had been a week since your last argument with Niragi and since then he had been nice, too nice. For once he had been gentle with you, his voice soft, his words sweet lacking the usual venomous tone he laced them with, he hasn’t hurt you or even attempted to. He stayed true to his words of being with you every time you had a conversation with you, his role within the militants enabled him to know exactly what you was doing all day every day.

His sweetness only put you further on edge but you knew not to question it, his hands circled around your waist, his chin resting against your shoulder after pressing a quick kiss to your jaw. It had become a habit for you to wait on the roof for him after his shift, if he wasn’t dragging you along to be with him for the entirety of it then you was told to wait in either your room, his room or the roof. At least up here you were allowed some kind of freedom.

It’s ironic that even in a world with no laws you’re still just as trapped. The man you love keeping you in a cage.

“Did you miss me?” His words were slurred, you could tell he had been divulging in the high quantity low quality alcohol that the beach had scavenged from the surrounding stores.

“Of course I missed you.” It was only a half lie. You missed the person you thought you cared about.

“Shall we go back to my room? You must be cold.” He noticed the way you shivered lightly as his fingertips drew patterns on your waist.

As much as you wished to be in the warmth you were sure if you had to spend another minuet staring at the plain walls of your assigned room then you’d definitely go insane. “Do you think we can go for a walk?”

You winced at how his movements slowed, a sign he wasn’t expecting your request. “Why? Do you not want to spend time with me? What’s wrong with our room? What are you hiding?”

His soft touches turned rough fast enough to knock your breath out of you, his sudden interrogation not at all expected. “No-nothing.” You struggle out.

He spins you around by your arm, hand wringing around your through as he guides you closer to the edge of the roof. “You know I’ll find out if you’re hiding something, I’ll do anything to keep you with me.”

“Yo-you- hurting.” You couldn’t finish your sentence but thankfully he understood, relaxing his grip on your neck although not releasing you completely.

Niragi was always in charge. In charge of guns, in charge of anyone without a gun, in charge of you.

After you’d had a few seconds to catch your breath he continued his questioning. “Why do you want to go for a walk, you know you can’t escape right baby?”

“I don’t want to escape I just feel so trapped here.” You notice your mistake instantly as you glance at his face and scramble to fix it. “Not trapped with you, trapped here at the beach. I can’t talk to people if you aren’t around and I want to see different things. You’ll keep us safe.” It was better to sweet talk him, arguing only fuelled his rage.

You swore your heart stopped for a few seconds as he dazed off into the night sky. “Fine, you’ll stay next to me the entire time.”

You felt like a child being warned but you accepted it nevertheless.

“Okay, Thankyou.” You reached up to place a chaste kiss to his lips, he smiled despite his attempts to hide it.

The residents within the hotel had already started what seemed to have been a never ending party, beer bottles and glasses scattered around the pool. You hated coming down here and not because of Niragi but because there was always some kind of fight, crowds weren’t something you were big on even outside of the boderlands.

Niragi had warned you to stay in your spot, a corner he had chosen for you to wait in what he informs Aguni of your short departure.

You turn at the sound of your name being called, Ann approaching you. “Hey, I haven’t seen you around in a few days.”

“I’ve just been in my room.” You shrug your shoulders, omitting the part about Niragi not letting you do anything else.

She glances around, eyes landing on the man who had been occupying your thoughts. “You know if you need help getting away from him I’ll talk to hatter.”

You shake your head instantly. “It would be pointless, I both hate him and love him, even with a chance to have some form of freedom he would never stop trying. It’s easier to be with him.”

“Are you even happy with him?” She questions, eyes narrowing.

You think about it for a minute, were you happy? Did happiness even exist in a place like this? You weren’t miserable, he could be genuinely sweet, like how he would run you bubble baths, get you the best food available and put it on a little tray so you could eat breakfast in bed. He had gathered magazines and books for you along with art supplies so you could paint. You weren’t sure if he did those things because he loved you or because he wants to keep you busy enough to always stay with him but he did it and that was what mattered. He could be rough but you chalked that up to his fear of being alone.

“I’m not always unhappy.” It was an answer, a shitty one but one that was as close to the truth you knew.

“You don’t seem that way, it’s okay to admit you need help.” She states, taking the straw of her drink between her stained lips.

You didn’t get a chance to reply as Niragi pushed past her, an arm resting lazily across your shoulder.

You cringed at the thought of the scene that was about to unfold before Niragi spat the words “What do you want.”

“I want you to stop ruining all my conversations with your lovely girlfriend here.” You held in a laugh at Ann’s mockery, she wouldn’t be the one facing the consequences later.

“You know for someone so small you do have such a big ego, maybe we will see how much you want to talk when I press a gun bet-

“Niragi!” You cut him off, pushing his arm from your shoulders before walking away towards the exit.

You heard him calling your name behind you, the gravel under his boots alerting you that he was following you but you didn’t care. You couldn’t win, even when you asked for something small like the chance to have friends or for him to not be so violent he just couldn’t stop himself.

You were all for ignoring his shouting until his voice cracked, something that rarely happened, although you didn’t turn back to him you did pause your movement as did he.

“Baby I’m sorry okay! I know I keep messing up but I’m trying. I just don’t know how to do everything the way you want.”

You were shocked by his rare bout of honesty, you considered ignoring him, walking off and facing whatever anger determined punishment he see fit later but you couldn’t ignore the pangs of longing within your chest.

Even in a broken world a broken being needs love and if you were the one that had to love the beast you could.

“Walk with me?” You called you, extending your hand towards him. You didn’t mention the smile that tugged at his lips as he laced his fingers with yours.

You walked in silence for a while, the bare streets providing minimal background noise, you could tell Niragi was always alert even with the handgun resting in his waist band, he turned to you, face unsure.

“What’s wrong?” You hummed leaning into his side as your walking slowed, the cold air causing you to shiver.

He shook his head. “I told you we should have fucking stayed inside but you don’t listen to me.”

Your throat tightened at the tone in his voice but you willed yourself to stay calm. “Why should we have stayed home?”

“You’re cold.” You weren’t shocked, he often expressed his concern for you through violence or anger.

You couldn’t help but wonder what made him like that.

“Why can’t you just tell me that nicely? You don’t always have to be so angry.”

“What did you say?”

“You always get angry at me, angry for having my own thoughts or wanting my own things, angry for existing but you don’t let me leave. You keep me by your side hurting me again and again and you claim it’s love and you know what? I love you, as sick and fucking twisted as it is I love you I fell in love with the way you take care of me even if it means I get hurt in the process. I’m stuck with you because even if you gave me freedom I’d still be tied to you because I fucking love you.” The words left your mouth before you could think about what you was saying but in a way you was grateful to the inner courage you had even if you was unaware of it.

“Get over it.” He scoffed, not giving you a second look as his grip on your fingers tightened.

“You know what why don’t you learn to talk to me like an adult? Stop hiding behind childish fucking anger because in case you haven’t realised in this world it doesn’t work. Either you kill me or I’ll die in a game. I can love you, I can hate you but I won’t let myself be scared of you anymore, we had this conversation last week but you don’t ever change.”

You tried to pull your hand away from his but he didn’t move, your walking had come to a stop and the only movement he made was to further tighten his grip on your hand.

“You’re hurting me.” You tried to pry his fingers off your own but it was no use, you were sure he was going to break your fingers.

“Niragi.” You called out once again, only for him to push you full force against the old car behind you.

“You want me to be an adult right? Let’s do some adult things.” He laughed, a hand pushing your shirt over your tits as he uses his other one to slide down the waist of your sweatpants.

His fingers were cold along your skin, your nipples hardening at his touch.

“Niragi stop!” You screaming at him, thrashing against his hold on you.

“Shut up!” He thrusted his hips against your ass, your body jolting into the car.

You hissed in pain as his soft massage of your boobs turned rough. His other fingers working around your clit harshly.

“You know you’re mine.” He growled in your ear, his teeth grazing against your earlobe.

“M yours.” You slurred your words, tears welling in your eyes.

“You are mine.” Suddenly his touch was gone.

You slumped to your knees, the pressure of his body against yours was the only thing holding you up. You looked around in confusion, only to see the man backing away from you, his head shaking profusely.

“Baby?” You whispered the pet name you rarely used for the man.

“I don’t know why I keep hurting you.” His voice was broken.

Your futile attempt to hold back your tears was no more at his confession. “Do you hate me?”

He was hesitant as he took a step towards you, almost as if he was debating if you wanted him.

“Come here sweetheart.” You reached out to him and he answered your wishing, retracing his steps to join you on the floor.

“I don’t hate you, it’s the opposite.” He looks away, his hair messy around his face.

“You love me?” You didn’t know wether you meant it as a statement of conviction or a question of confusion.

“That one.” You wanted to smile at how he couldn’t say the words.

“Say it.” You prodded at his side.

“No.”

“Say it and I’ll forgive you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“I will.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because you deserve to be loved by someone who wants to leave here with you.”

“I want to be loved by you.”

He shrugs. “You shouldn’t. You aren’t very smart.”

“You want me but you don’t know me Niragi.” You roll your eyes.

“I know you aren’t smart.”

“I wish you said nice things about me.”

“Like what?” He looks at you.

“I wish you told me I was pretty.”

He laughs. “I don’t think you’re ugly.”

“Still not a compliment.” You lay your head on his shoulder.

“Why do you like me?” He asks.

“Why do you?” You ask him the same.

“Because you don’t annoy me.”

“But you don’t know me.”

“I want to.”

“Then try. I’m not going to leave you. I’m not going to want someone else and you don’t have to threaten to kill the people I care about. I don’t have anything to lose in this world Niragi, if you keep pushing me I will break.” You was pleading with him, wanting him even if you knew you shouldn’t.

“I wish I could explain things to you.”

“Things like what?” You look towards him, your face only inches apart.

“Like how you make me feel, how special you are, how much I hate hurting you.” He whispers, eyes focused solely on your lips.

“Then why don’t you?”

“Because no one taught me how.”

“Will you let me?”

A daunting moment of silence overcomes you, his eyes wondering across your face.

“Why do you want to?”

“Because I want to be with you and I can’t be with you if you don’t change.”

“I could force you to stay with me.” He smirks

“If you do I’ll kill myself.”

“You wouldn’t.” His face is blank, his smirk vanishing.

“Will you let me?” You ask again.

“Yes, but you have to be patient with me.”

“I doubt anyone is leaving here anytime soon, hatter is half naked and insane, Arisu is trying his best, not to mention whatever weird things Chishiya has going on.”

“Don’t mention them.” You can practically hear him grinding his teeth.

“Talking about them doesn’t make them suddenly become someone I’m interested in. You have to learn to bend a little.”

“Arisu likes you.” He bits his lip.

“As a friend, he’s In love with Usagi.”

“I’m in love with you.”

You’d swear up and down that your heart stopped, this had to be an illusion, a dream.

“What?”

He groans dramatically. “Don’t make me say it again.”

“Please?” You stare at him.

He shakes his head, a little smile lightening his usually angry features as he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I love you.” You whisper, the words holding a much happier meaning.

“I’m not perfect but I want to be better.” He leans in again, this time placing a kiss to your cheek before he stands, extending a hand to you.

You take it without question, he helps you stand up before taking off his own jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders.

He sighs. “You’re cold.”

“I am cold.” You admit.

“Can we go back? I don’t like it when you’re cold.”

“Take me home?” You smile stupidly, a grin stretching across your lips making you look dopey.

“I’ll get you a better home one day, it will be me and you, no one else.”

“Why?” You lean against him as you walk, his arm around your waist.

He laughs. “I’ll make sure you’ll never need anyone else.”

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An: so this is something I really wanted to showcase in this couple, Niragi can make multiple promises but it will always come down to his desperation of her to need him. He will always make it so she feels like he will change and can change but this man cannot stick to anything good. I haven’t wrote in AIB for a while but I remember when I wrote the first part a friend had said how it made her feel as if she had something to relate to with the way Niragi was so manipulative. The character of him in this fic is based on my own experiences. This was something that did happen to me and I thought it would be perfect to showcase how twisted he is. I’m Sorry this isn’t very long he is a difficult character to write for. I’ll write some smut soon I promise. Thank you all for 900 followers.