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it's insane when e/riels claim to like emerie when they only mention her when it's time to hate on nesta and gwyn. they're using that "a boy will be the son of france, but you'll be mine" sound on tiktok and put nesta and gwyn as the fandom favorites (lol) and emerie as "you'll be mine" and like?? and each time it's posted by an e/riel lmao
literally if gwyn had 0 connection to azriel, they would either "like" her or ignore her (just like they do with emerie) until it's time to shit on nesta
too much effort for a character they claim is irrelevant while simultaneously being the next villain whose sole purpose is keeping elain and azriel apart for ? reason
No bc let's talk about it
I don't believe for a single second that #those people gaf about Emerie. They literally only bring her up to chastise Nesta/Valkyrie stans for "sidelining her," call people racist for "ignoring her," etc.
If I'm being honest... yes. Emerie is sidelined by the fandom. Emerie and Gwyn have about the same amount of page time (Valkyrie stans look away for a second), but neither of them have that much character development. The only reason Gwyn gets more attention is because of Gwynr*el.
I like to call the Gwynr*el/Eluc*en vs. Elr*el ship war a thinly veiled proxy war since Elr*els normally hate Nesta and are rabid F*ys@nd stans while Gwynr*els/Eluc*ens... idk are generally more likely to like Nesta and aren't up F*ys@nd's ass. Not entirely an accurate analysis since I avoid the ship war but I say it to make my point that YEAH you are absolutely right about them only bringing Emerie up to shit on Nesta.
Like these people say they have to "save her" from Valkyrie stans (lmfao) and pretend to care about Em0rie as a ship despite them never having a conversation while calling Gwynr*el a crackship. I don't ever see them talk about Emerie outside these contexts.
What I have seen though? Whining about the Blood Rite/Valkyrie plot, calling the Valkyries cringy for the friendship bracelets, saying Nuala and Cerridwen are more interesting than Emerie and Gwyn (have they ever even had spoken lines like ??? be FOR REAL). Like NO y'all clearly do not care about Emerie if you're going to shit on literally everything she's involved in đ
So they see Emerie getting sidelined (because I'm sorry she absolutely is sidelined by the fandom) but they don't actually care about that. It's just an opportunity for them to start posturing and claim moral superiority in a stupid ship war and also shit on Nesta stans at the same time.
#all the ships are censored bc i don't want anyone on either side looking at this#not an anti thing I am NEUTRAL#the shit about 'keeping ela*n and azr*el apart' is sooo funny too#because gwyn dgaf about EITHER OF THEM#poor girl is just minding her own business leave her alone#if anyone tries to get in my face about any of these ships you're getting blocked#but thank you anon for this messy ask because YES I'VE NOTICED THIS#answered
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âBLIND DATE
starring.á katsuki bakugou x reader
synopsis.á âa social engagement or date with a person one has not previously met.â After neglecting his personal life for so long, Pro-hero Dynamight, also known as Katsuki Bakugou, can no longer run form the inevitable. With the help of his nosy parents, Katsuki ends up on a blind date with you.
warnings.á SMUT, fem!reader, pro hero!katsuki, first blind date, drinking, fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation, creampie, biting, marking, hair pulling, pet names (excessive use of princess), slight man handling, bakugou is a softie at heart, praise, slight softdom!katsuki, breeding
word count.á 4.8k words
m.mutt đŻ please enjoy my brainrot!!
KATSUKI Bakugou was known for many things. His boisterous personality. His bulky, intimidating stature. His impressive and powerful quirk. His less than family-friendly language and his hatred of paparazzi.
You would think being in the spotlight since 15, he would be used to it at this point. Maybe even indulge from time to time but, itâs never been his thing. He makes that fact well-known, constantly. Written and spoken interviews, press conferences, and award ceremonies, he will remind everyone to mind their own business. Especially when it comes to his personal life.
New photos and videos always arrive of the hero, dressed in alleged disguise, flipping off and yelling at the paparazzi. Especially when they get too close to his family and friends. One of his most iconic videos is of his poor father attempting to calm down both his large, rowdy son and his equally rowdy, yet smaller wife.
This strong distaste for the prying eyes and cameras belonging to paparazzi, unfortunately, takes a hard toll on his love life.
Their obsession with publicizing his entire life has forced his hand in many situations. That and the exclusive life he is now forced to lead. One of the biggest downsides of being a hero is the increase in difficulty in your love life.
These few relationships heâs had have all ended one of two ways.
One, in a ball of fury and tears. As a pro hero, Katsuki is often spotted with many people. Typically, people he knows. In bars and restaurants, caught conversating and drinking. Those candid moments are always being televised, even without his knowledge.
Suddenly, his after-work drink with a few friends is skewed and Dynamight is allegedly dating pro-hero Uravity. Resulting in arguments and watching as his partners stormed away.
Two, the spark simmers out. Coming home to put on a front feels exhausting as the days tick by, they both know it. Itâs only inevitable until someoneâs bags are packed. Theyâll cry, holding hands on his couch as he speaks. Theyâll go for a hug, only to realize now isnât the time and leaving is the better option. Soon his apartment is quiet again, leaving him alone.
All of it has turned him away from the dating scene. Heâs young and green, with plenty of time to settle down. Except, the consistent pestering from peers, fans, and his own parents is draining. Balancing his hero life, personal and love life all at the same time, was nearly impossible.
âIâm not going out with some chick you designed a dress for!â
âJust give it a try, you brat.â
Katsuki groans, his head rolling back at Mitsukiâs pestering. They were currently sitting in his childhood kitchen, eating brunch as they usually did on Sundays. âYou have no idea, you could find the love of your life!â His father chimed in, attempting to add support.
âMaybe youâll finally give me a grandkid.â Katsuki cringes, shaking his head at his motherâs words. âLook, as your parents we just want whatâs best for our little boy. Even if youâre a hulking mountain a man now.â
âI think you should give it a try, she was a sweet girl too. Very well mannered.â Masaru pipes up in Katsukiâs silence.
âLook, just give it a shot. Iâll give you her number and you two can work things out. If things donât work out you can always try again.â She sips at her hot tea, eyes fluttering shut due to the steam.
âAnd if I say no?â
âWhy do you have to be so incredibly difficult?â Mitsuki scolds as he swirls his spoon in his tea. âWhy do you have to be so incredibly annoying?â He muttered followed by a swift pop to the head.
âOw! Shit!â
Thatâs how he ended up in this high-end lounge, awaiting a random woman his parents vouched for. He nursed a glass of whiskey, looking over their messages on his phone. Their conversation was rather bland, nothing incredibly enticing but, everyone doesnât connect over text.
After some time, from his spot at the bar, he sends her another text. Itâs only fifteen minutes, there could be traffic. He closes the messenger, choosing to scroll through his social media feed. Occasionally, he lifted his head scanning the area.
It wasnât a quiet night, the place was bustling with conversation and laughter. Twenty minutes late.
He sent another text.
Everyone is secluded in their worlds, eating snacks and conversing with their loved ones. Their loud conversations exceeded the confinements of their seats. Katsuki was growing impatient.
Thirty minutes late. Heâs already attempted to call, being sent straight to voicemail. Was this a joke? Had his parents set him up for some reason?
Glowering red eyes linger across the bar, noticing a figure he had seen earlier. Dressed in a sleek, black dress and nursing a martini between manicured nails. And another text.
Each time he looked in search of his alleged date, his eyes wandered back over to you. Watching as you pitifully looked around, maybe in search of someone like him. His eyes shut as he grimaced watching you pout. Your full, glossed lips jutted out with sadness.
He goes to pick up his phone and sends another message before, shutting the device off. Nearly an hour and a half late, he wasnât that desperate to pester someone who didnât care.
âExcuse me.â He calls the bartender. It didnât seem like this mystery woman would be appearing any time soon so, might as well take a chance. âLady at the end of the bar,â He gestured toward you. âAnother of whatâs sheâs having, from me.â The man nods, heading off to prepare the new drink.
Katsuki grins seeing your reaction. Confusion washed over your face for a moment before you were directed towards him. Eyes locking for the first time that night. You smile and wave, he reciprocates nonchalantly.
Soon, his whiskey is finished and another is placed before him. âFrom the lady.â The bartender smiles, pointing his gaze to you once more. You raise your glass in solidarity, your beautiful smile still on display. He raises his glass, as a sort of distant cheers, taking a swig right away.
He watches as your gaze falls to the background, peering around the dim bar before you rise from your seat. Katsuki anxiously shifted in his seat, unsure of where you were going but, his anxiety didnât settle as you stride over to him.
âHi.â One word and heâs hooked. Your melodic voice wrapping itself around his brain and heart. âHey, care to sit?â He offers the seat beside him. âGladly.â Youâre nervous, curt responses give you away along with the slight tremble in your hand.
âWhat are you doinâ here, beautiful?â Heâs starting bold, liquid courage providing him strength. âI was supposed to be on a date. He hasnât shown.â He ashamedly smirks. âFunny enough, I got stood up too.â He down the rest of his drink.
âWhatâs your name?â You answer sweetly, a bright smile on your face. He shared it, almost subconsciously. âIâm Bakugou Katsukiââ
âI know who you are. Everyone knows who you are. Iâm surprised everyone is being so calm right now honestly.â You laugh and his heart skipped a beat, a feeling he hadnât felt in a while.
âPlaces like these are used to seeing pros, they get over it.â He replies, leaning against the bar top. âNot every day one-half of the wonder duo walks through those doors.â You reason, a smug smirk on your face as if knowing youâd won.
âTouchĂŠ.â You giggle, a sweet sound he yearns to hear again. âDid you enjoy your martini?â
âIt was delicious. Thank you, again.â Well-mannered and gorgeous. âAnything for a pretty girl like you.â You flush, thanking him profusely. He orders you both another round, choosing to carry on the conversation.
As you two spoke he fell deeper and deeper into infatuation. âIâm the newest assistant for your friend, Chargebolt. This is only my third month at the agency and Iâm tired.â You sip at your drink. âReally? Been so busy I havenât had a chance to make the trip. Canât be an easy job though, knowinâ Kaminari.â
âItâs not the most difficult task in the world but, I do have to keep my eye on him like a toddler.â You share a laugh at the comparison.
The conversation shifts to your personal lives. Lamenting on your lack of a love life, work beginning to consume your free time. How your close friends and family have urged you to get out of your shell. Which led to this night.
His hand lays over yours as he showers you with compliments. Deflecting anytime your humble attitude attempted to shut him down. He complimented your dress, you tried to brush him off claiming that the piece was old and unflattering.
âWell, I think that dress is absolutely stunning.â His hand grasps yours, and you reciprocate. âI should know, my maâs a designer.â Heâs almost smug in saying that as if his association with a designer made him the judge of all fashion.
âIâm aware, Iâve browsed her catalog since I was little.â The way your eyes light up talking about particular garments his mother fashioned that she always dreamed of owning. âI think youâd look gorgeous in just about anything.â
âAre you flirting with me Katsuki Bakugou?â
The question hangs in the air for a moment. The two of you leaning into each other's spaces unknowingly. He could smell your sweet perfume from her, the scent filling his senses. âI am, is that alright?â
âIt is.â Your eyes flicker down to his lips as you lick your own before sitting back in your seat. Katsukiâs already hooked, still leaning into your space as if entranced by you. He leans back, stuck in an unfamiliar haze of attraction.
That haze seemed to slow the time as he checked his watch seeing he had been chatting with you for nearly four hours. It was dark outside, patrons still lingering in the lounge.
âHey, itâs getting late.â
âIs there anything I can get you? A ride home? Maybe a nightcap?â The last part was slightly rushed as if he were embarrassed. âA nightcap sounds good, Iâm off tomorrow anyway.â The wink you give him doesnât go unnoticed making his stomach tighten. âExcuse me, can I close our tabs?â
âYou donât have to.â
âPlease, let me. Besides that jerk shouldâve been here paying anyway.â You sit in silence as he closes you both out of the night and thank him as he helps you to your feet. Bakugou drapes his big coat over your shoulders, holding out a hand which you graciously take.
The contrast of the warmth of the bar and the chilly night air flushes your cheeks. Youâre thankful to the hero for his warm coat. âYour hands are really warm.â You mutter as you both stride down the sidewalk.
Katsukiâs notices before you. The stares. People turn to whisper to each other as he walks beside you. Soon, there are flashes and cheers of his name. He rolls his eyes out of annoyance, holding onto your hand tighter as he moves faster. âCan yaâ keep up, princess?â
A small swarm of fans and paparazzi crowd the couple, snapping photos and begging for an interview. He barks orders at them to leave you alone, keeping your face obscured from their ravenous gaze. You blindly follow, rather unphased by the crowd around you.
Before you, a sleek, exquisite sports car sat with flashing headlights. Katsuki opens the passenger door, still blocking you from view as he helps you inside. Once the door is shut, youâre concealed by his dark tint. âCanât you guys just fuck off, for one night?â It was a rhetorical question, more to himself than the people around him.
He waves at fans along the street, ignoring the money-hungry reporters behind him as he opens his own door and settles into his vehicle.
âIâm so sorry.â Heâs met with a soft laugh and a gentle touch to his hand. âKatsuki, Iâm used to it. This is a part of my job too, Iâm just more behind the scenes.â
âTheyâre just invasive,â The card engine roars to life, vibrating the interior. âAlmost predatory. Going any length for a snippet of gossip.â He groans, leaning his messy blond head against the leather seats. âBakugoââ - âKatuski.â He speaks over you.
His head lulls to the side, his full attention on you. âKatsuki. I appreciate all youâve done tonight.â Plump glossed lips upturned into a smile that melts his heart. âConsider it a late welcoming gift. Youâre lucky, I usually send assistants gift cards to a spa.â
You both laugh, a break between the growing tension filling the cramped space of his car as you hold eye contact. His tongue darts to lick his chapped lips, teeth barely grazing the skin before he clears his throat and looks away.
âYou sure you still wanna go back to mine?â He asks, buckling his seatbelt and you do the same. âYeah, itâs just one drink.â
One drink.
Just one drink.
The phrase repeated in his mind almost the entire time. Your voice disrupting his thoughts the only thing keeping him from being completely silence. He drives you to his building. A large, clean structure. Covered in windows, and lights, and well decorated.
You donât even need to enter the lobby. Katsuki leads you to an elevator activated with a special keycard.
After a short trip, the doors open to this grand place.
You find yourself in awe as you walk through his front hall. His apartment was massive and spotless yet, homey. Although he clearly preferred a more modernized look, it still managed to have the charm and personality of his childhood home.
âThis place is ten times bigger than my apartment.â Katsuki laughs, taking his coat from you and hanging it beside the door. âI want to downsize, this was an impulse buy from when I first started. A financial disaster is what I refer to it as.â You giggle, he swoons.
The blond guides you to his kitchen, pulling out a stool for you to sit in at the island. âAre you hungry? I can whip something up.â He offers. âI thought I was just here for a nightcap, not dinner.â You joke, settling down in your seat.
âWell, I like a nice snack when I drink and a lady always deserves a nice dinner on the first date.â
âThis is a date now?â You quirk a brow, still rather unsure of what to make of this evening.
âWasnât it always? We both had shitty dates who stood us up, we just found each other instead.â
âYeah, then I guess it is.â You bat your lashes as silence falls over the kitchen for a moment. Katsuki clears his throat and smiles, moving away to gather something to eat. âWhatâre you making?â You ask seeing as he stands before the fridge. âNothing.â
âFresh bow of fruit, put it together today. I can get some crackers and wine, that work for you?â You nod.
âCould you grab the bottle off the counter? Donât worry about a screw Iâve got one.â You help yourself to sort of peruse his kitchen, taking in little bits of his taste from the pictures and decor before returning the bottle to him.
Katsuki pops the bottle, pouring you both half glasses. You cheers, taking the first drink together and savoring the sweet taste. âI didnât expect you to like sweet wines.â
âI indulge from time to time, besides it was a gift from my ma.â
âAww, Dynamight the mamaâs boy.â You giggle, grabbing a fresh strawberry and popping it into your mouth. âOh hush, she gets these kinds of things for free and knows Iâll actually use them.â Heâs close, using his elbows to lean on the counter.
âSo donât always do this?â You can smell his cologne.
âDo what?â He can smell your perfume.
âBeing pretty girls to your apartment.â The scents colliding are an intoxicating concoction.
âOnly pretty girls I like.â A strawberry is held cautiously between his fingertips, held between your space. âYou like me, Katsuki?â A rather silly question on your part, he wouldnât do this for just anyone.
âI do, princess.â He slowly bites into the juicy fruit, keeping his eyes on you.
The sudden bass and rap of his voice along with the intense eye contact fill you with a sudden wave of heat. The facade of small talk became harder to keep up.
It wasnât long before Katsuki was brazen enough to lean over the counter and press his lips against yours. Your glasses of wine are soon abandoned, sloppily making out as you sit on his pristine countertop. He stood between your legs, hands crawling across your back and hips as you pant into each other mouths.
Soon, youâre both stumbling down his spacious corridor and into his dimly lit bedroom. He lets you go, turning to close the door as you take in your surroundings. Once the door is shut his attention is back to you, frantic hands roaming over each other skin, pulling at the almost offensive fabrics that keep your bodies apart.
Your clothes are eventually scattered among his own on the bedroom floor as Katsuki gently lowers your naked bodies into his fresh sheets. Cradling your head as he brushes his lips along your jaw and neck. You shiver under his touch, calloused hands running along your soft skin, cupping your breast, and rolling your hardening nipples.
You mewl under his touch, legs squeezing his hips to keep him in place. His teeth nip at your jaw, lowering to nip and suck marks into the skin of your neck. Your hips buck against each other, his hardening cock jumping against your dripping cunt.
It was becoming too much. you whine, pulling his attention away from your neck.
âWhatâs wrong, princess?â His words are followed by more gentle kisses. âWant you, âsuki.â you pout, eyes watering dramatically. âYou want more, baby?â You nod, lips still stuck in a pathetic-looking pout. His right hand moves to your jaw, pinching the bone between a few, thick fingers.
âUse your words.â His voice is strong, and commanding. Yet, loving and soft. âI want more, âsuki.â He smiles at your muffled words and presses a wet kiss onto your puckered lips. âIâll give you more then, princess.â
Your jaws sore when he lets go, the feeling of his fingers still remnant in their wake. Your legs fall slack as the blond kisses down your torso, from the valley of your breast to the bottom of your navel. He follows the trail back up and down once more, staring you in the eye.
His eyes shift down for a moment, a wolfish grin forming on his face. âYouâre dripping, baby.â He cooes making your skin flush. another whine leaves your throat as you tear your gaze away, trying to focus on the ceiling above you. âNo no, look at me.â
âGood. Look at me, baby.â His right hand moves from rubbing at your hips, to gently caressing your skin until his thumb lands on your clit. Your thighs quiver at the sudden contact, your gaze locked on him. Thumb lowers to collect the juices from your cunt, making a show as he brings the digit to his mouth to taste you.
Youâre infatuated with the godly figure before you. His pale skin glistens with sweat, muscles unintentionally flexed as he lewdly moans around his fingers at your taste. ââs so good, princess. You taste so fuckinâ good.â
He makes of show of it, wickedly at your already blissed-out appearance. âSo damn sweet, soakinâ my sheets.â
Your eyes follow him as he descends between your legs once more, harshly biting the plump skin before soothing it with kisses.
Youâre so caught in your own pleasure, the shock of his fingers prodding your cunt forces a gasp. His free hand moves your thighs onto his shoulders as he stares you down. âCan I?â
One thick finger breaches your cunny slowly, gently pushing in before pulling out. He follows the motions a few times, watching as you gush around his finger. Soon, another is added. Carefully, thrusting into your pussy as he presses kisses to your clit.
You writhe at his ministrations, fighting to keep your eyes focused on the man before you.
He sets a slow and mind-numbing pace, slowly thrusting in and out. The sounds of your slick coating his fingers and your breath moans a chorus to him.
âYeah? Feel good, princess?â He teases, gaze fixed upon your pleasure-ridden face. Your mouth is agape as strained moans are pulled from your aching chest. He was breaking you apart in two fingers, stretching you open and preparing you for his cock.
âYouâre so fuckinâ tight. Gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy, baby? âM gonna stretch you open like a good girl deserves.â He declares, mainly to himself. Too lost in how your walls greedily suctioned his fingers back in.
Bakugou carefully leans down to lap at your clit, eliciting a soft cry and an arch of your back. He shuts his eyes as he savors the taste he was beginning to yearn for, suckling your poor neglected clit.
âKatsuki!â You shout, digging your nails into the pillow behind you. âKatsuâfuckk! Please, fuck me, baby! I need you so badly, need your cock so bad!â
Heâs devoted to searing your taste into his mind. Messily coating his face and your cunny with a thin layer of wetness. Soon, heâs haphazardly withdrawing his fingers from your salacious cunt, against your protests to taste you further.
Spikes of blond hair bob between your legs, his tongue delving between your folds making you whimper and writhe. His hands grab a hold of your ass, holding you close to his face so you wouldnât escape. Your back arches from the comforter, keening into his touch.
âGod!â You cry as you fall back onto the sheets, fingers grasping for anything to clutch. His pace never falters, gratefully drinking your slick that spilled into his awaiting tongue, then swirling it around your throbbing clit.
âKatâfuck! BabyâKatsuki!â Your body felt electric, an almost buzzing sensation that erupted from your pelvis and spread through your body. Your wanton moans are loose into the air, eyes shut as your head is tossed back.
You were a gorgeous statuette of pleasure.
You felt as if you bit off more than you could chew. Going out with a pro hero was already anxiety-inducing enough, practical criminal, allowing him to lure you to his apartment with promises of a nightcap, and now naked and wriggling beneath him was driving you to insanity.
And he's not even inside of you yet.
The maddening way his tongue circled your aching clit, inscribing his name into the bud. His blunt nails digging into the meat of your ass, keeping you relatively grounded. His tongue unrelenting stimulating your soaked pussy pushed you to your first orgasm.
A sudden wave of pleasure and the ever-growing pit in your stomach unravels through your body. You grip his hair, keeping Katsukiâs mouth in place as your hips buck into the pleasure. You loudly cry out his name, and a few tears roll down your cheeks as you cum.
He groans into your cunt, eyes rolling at the sweet taste of your cum. His hands rub your skin, easing away any pain left behind by his grip. Slowly, you open your eyes, chest still heaving.
ââSuki,â
He pulls away, the lower half of his face soaked with slick and spit.
âMâyeah?â You canât even think of what to say, just laying your head back to catch your breath. âYou alright, baby?â You nod, still returning from your high. Katsuki crawls up to face you, a soft smile on his lips. âYou look so pretty.â He cups your cheek, running his thumb along the soft skin.
âI want you to fuck me.â
He quirks a brow, a smirk on his face. âYeah? Iâll fuck you, baby.â
âI promise, Iâll fuck you real good.â He captures your lips, sharing the taste of you once more. Your tongues are quick to entangle as you pant into each other's mouths.
Your fingers naturally gravitate to his blond hair, keeping him close as you kiss. Your bodies move together as you grind against one another, his hard cock leaking pre cum against your stomach. Youâre both growing increasingly needier, rutting and panting like dogs in heat.
Katsuki breaks from the grinding, settling himself between your thighs. The tip of his cock pressed against your clit, spreading his precum as he teases you.
âYou want it?â
âI want it, âsuki.â His grin is wolfish at the nick, happily dragging his cock from your clit to press at your fluttering hole. He groans at the warmth and wetness, your dripping cunt already leaking onto him.
A pathetic high-pitched whine leaves your open mouth as his thick, heavy cock slowly bullies into your heat. Pushing deep into your plush, warm walls. Katsuki is slow, taking his time to ease you into the feeling. His lips are on your breast, kissing and nipping the soft skin.
âMore, please.â You whine, your hands moving to hold onto his back. His hips increase in pace, still slow as you hiss once he draws back.
Katsuki slowly molds your tight pussy to his cock, stretching you open to only accommodate him. The sharp pain of your nails digging into his back only encourages him to thrust faster, making you cry out his name. Your cunt loudly gushes around his heavy cock, spilling syrupy juices down your skin.
âGod damn, this pussyâfuckâyouâre sâfuckinâ tight.â He grits out, grabbing your leg and pushing it back to the mattress. The change of angle causes you to lurch forward, your hands pushing at his shoulders. âOh my god, Katsuki!â You shout, as his throbbing cockhead smushes against your cervix.
Heâs back to sucking your tits, leaving spit-soaked freckled hickeys in his wake. Youâre still adjusting to his size, the sudden change in position driving him deeper into your guts.
Heâs pressed himself closer against you, his pelvis adding stimulation to your nice neglected clit. You throb around him and cry, fat tears slipping from your eyes. âYâfeel that, baby? Iâm so deep in this pretty pussy. Yâfeel me in yer tummy, does it feel good, baby?â Youâre incoherent, only capable of breathless moans and sobs.
âYou look so pretty, all fucked out âcause oâ me. Tell me, baby, do I feel good?â His hand cruelly comes down to press on the slight bulge in your stomach, causing your poor cunt to twitch around him. ââs too much!â You cry out, pushing against him to no avail.
âToo much? You can take it, princess. Canât yaâ?â His pace suddenly grows rough, hips slamming into yours as he fucks into your cunny. He pressed your other leg to the mattress, forcing his cock all the way inside.
Youâre mindless. Eyes rolled back into your skull, unintelligible moans and clawing at his skin. The rooms full of thick, humid air, the sounds of your squelching cunt, and a chorus of moans. Bakugou savors this image, in case he may never get the chance to see you again.
He caresses all of the right places inside of you, each thrust full of never-ending pleasure. His wicked tongue in your nipples and sinful roll of his hips push you to the edge. Like a burning fuse, slowly trailing all the way to a firework.
âYâclose baby? Donât worry, you can cum forâfuck! Youâre so fuckinâ wetâcum for me.â
Katsukiâs thrust increases to a maniacal speed, jostling you around his mattress without care. He was chasing his orgasm now, keeping you secure beneath he ruts into you. Heavy balls slapping against your asshole, the rough feeling of public hair against your soaked cunt. You canât think let alone protest before heâs spilling his cum deep inside of your womb.
Katsuki keeps himself buried inside of you as he changes position, opting to hold you instead. Youâre both panting as if youâve run a marathon, hearts racing and skin coated in sex and sweat. You lay in silence, catching your breath for just a moment.
âPlease donât tell me youâre thinkinâ âbout leavinâ.â He mutters into your hair, rubbing your back. You breathlessly giggle against his chest, shaking your head. âI canât feel my legs, Katsuki.â He smiles, cheering to himself.
âHow about we clean up and get some rest? Iâm beat.â A yawn cuts you off as you agree, alerting you to how exhausted you truly are. Katsuki kisses your forehead. âGet some sleep and tomorrow, we can continue this date. That sound nice?â You nod again, and slowly drift to sleep.
âGood. Stay here and look pretty, Iâll run a bath.â
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Practice On Me â Part Twelve â Azriel x Reader
Summary: Reader does what she has to for the information she wants. Talking to Azriel takes an interesting turn. Kaedaâs not doing her job, and sheâs feeling a bit sorry for herself â to which Cassian isnât very sympathetic.
Word Count: 9.6k. OOF. A long one, sorry!
Warnings: None.
You should really just go to sleep. Mind your own business.
But you find yourself waiting. Listening. For some indication that Tathaln has left.
You think it might be hours that pass. Roza has long since passed out in her bed. But thereâs no chance of you sleeping, too. Not with all the thoughts that are crammed full in your head and speaking too loudly.
The most pressing of which: Why the fuck would the Lord of Fenlaros be visiting the High Lord in his private home in this private city?
No other camp lords venture here, youâre sure. Donât even know it exists.
And yet, from that short glimpse you got of Finadar and Tathaln, there was an air ofâŚfamiliarity, about them. Like it wasnât the first time they were privately meeting.
Eventually, you grow sick of waiting, wondering. Itâs no use. Youâre restless and wired and churned up. You need to move, to stretch your legs, grab a drink or something.
The house is eerily still. You take your time traversing the corridors, carefully listening out to catch lowered voices and hushed tones. Even decide to take the longer route â the one that would take you past the High Lordâs study. But even as you pass by the thick wooden door, you hear nothing but the distant sounds of a hooting owl and the slicing wind amidst the mountains.
Youâre almost at the kitchen when a figure abruptly rounds the corner on too-light feet. You stop short â and so does the High Lord.
Youâre so stunned that you forget yourself. It takes a moment for you to remember to act accordingly. You bow your head in greeting. âMy Lord.â
âY/N.â Your name sounds funny, too familiar, on his tongue. When Rhysand had brought you here at fourteen, Finadar had merely referred to you as that girl. It seems that with age comes at least a little bit of acknowledgment. His eyes rake over you, and youâre suddenly aware of your nightgown, your unbound hair. âAre you having trouble sleeping?â
âA little, my Lordââ
âJust Fin, please.â
You pause. And then smile a bland smile. âA littleâŚFin.â
He holds up the object you hadnât noticed clutched within his hand. A bottle. âI was just about to have a night cap. Perhaps youâd like to join me?â
On instinct, you want to decline. Having a private drink with Rhysandâs father seemsâŚinappropriate, somehow.
But then that curious little voice in your head reminds you that this â this is the perfect opportunity to ask some questions, hopefully garner information. Heâs relaxed. Open. In his own environment. What better time than now?
So that bland smile becomes a pretty one, and you dip your chin. âIt would be my pleasure.â
With that charming smile of his own, the handsome male leads you to his study and holds the door open for you. Stepping inside feels like breaching somewhere firmly forbidden, and a place of such luxury that it would chew up your poor-to-do self and spit you out. All rich mahogany wood and more books than youâve ever seen in your life. Trinkets and papers and maps and war strategy. The sight leaves you a little breathless, and for a moment, you forget youâre not alone.
But then the door shuts behind you, and the High Lord is striding past, over to his desk.
âYouâve been a friend of my sonâs for a while, now, havenât you?â He asks casually, rolling the sleeves of his white shirt up to his elbows.
You step closer, nodding. âI have, My LoâFin. Nine years, to be exact.â
âAnd youâre his age?â
âYes. Twenty.â
A vague smile plays on his lips. âOld enough to drink, then, Please, do sit.â
You do exactly that, taking a seat in one of the plush, cushioned chairs and folding your hands in your lap. And for all you had planned to speak with Fin, now that youâre in front of him, youâre not quite sure what to say. You donât know how to talk to someone of such high status.
Heâs entirely at confident â even arrogant â ease, though. With a wave of a hand, a fire roars to life, breathing heat into the room and bathing it in an intimate glow. He pours two glasses of dark, smoky liquid and hands one to you before taking his own.
Instead of sitting at his desk as you half expect, heâs slumping into the armchair beside yours and tipping his head against its back.
He looksâŚtired, you note, as you subtly study him over the lip of your glass. Devastatingly beautiful â thereâs no doubt about that. Chocolate eyes that remind you of Morâs and short, reddish-brown hair. His generously muscled arms push through his shirt as he shifts.
And then he says, out of the blue, âI donât sleep well, either.â
Youâre not sure why heâs telling you that, of all things.
âIâm sorry.â It seems like an appropriate response. âI imagine, in being High Lord, you must have a lot on your plate.â
A wry smile graces his lips. âThereâs always someone wanting something from you.â His eyes then drink you in again. âWhat is it you do in Windhaven? I take it youâre unwed. I donât remember approving a marriage for you.â
âI am. Until recently, I lived with and worked for my father. But my circumstances have changed, and I donât know what Iâll be doing next.â
âWas it your father who took your wings?â
Heat burns your cheeks. âIt was.â
âIs that what you want from me? To punish him?â
You stare back at him, fighting to keep your expression neutral. âWho says I want anything from you?â
âDo you not?â
ââŚIt was you who invited me for a drink, My Lord. I can leave if my company is bothersome to youââ
âIt is not.â He lays a hand on your arm, skin far smoother than you expect from somebody so accustomed to weapons. âBut thereâs no reason we canât both get something out of this.â
Your eyes fall down to that hand, and your body is so very still. Perhaps youâve made a grave mistake in seeking him out.
But you dare ask, âWhat is it you want?â
A chuckle rasps out of him, and he retracts the touch. âHonesty. I get the sense that youâre of the curious sort. Why else would you have been so intently watching me greet my guest earlier this evening?â
So, heâd seen you. Silly, for you to assume that you could slip into the shadows around such a powerful being. You can almost feel that power prowling under his skin right now.
âI am interested,â you admit, âin what Tathaln Baralas was doing here.â
âYouâre familiar with him.â He states â and then chuckles again. âOf course, you are. You were one of the ones who snuck off to Fenlaros for a party. I wasnât best pleased when my son told me.â His head falls into a tilt. âBut why would you be interested in Tathalnâs business here?â
âI may not be from Fenlaros, but I am Illyrian. And I imagine that a matter that warrants a meeting at the High Lordâs personal residence is one pressing enough to effect more than just a single camp.â
Full lips â Rhysandâs lips â tilt upwards. âBeautiful, curious and intelligent. Such a waste in a place like Illyria.â
âYouâre too kind.â
âAnd you are too bashful.â A quiet intensity lies within his brown eyes. âI will reward your candour with this: Tathaln Baralas was here to suggest â request â a grand ball.â
For a split second, you falter. Try not to let it show on your face that you do.
The answer isâŚunderwhelming. Perhaps youâre so idle in Velaris that youâre looking for drama where it doesnât exist.
âA ball.â You repeat the word rather foolishly, like itâs your first time ever saying it. âIâŚI wasnât aware that a Camp Lord would need your permission to arrange such a thing.â
âConfined to his own camp, he would not.â Fin tells you. âBut the Lord of Fenlaros proposes something on a far larger scale. Something that has never before been done, and something that, I must admit, has piqued my interest.â
âWhich is what?â
âTathaln,â the High Lord stands, draining his glass and returning it to his desk, âhas asked me to throw an Illyrian ball â not solely a Fenlarion ball. Meaning the best legions from all Illyrian war camps will be invited, along with their wives, mates, whatever. They will all gather in one place for this event, and interact as they never have before.â
You stare at him.
You do not mean for your indignation to shine through so freely.
He is your High Lord and not to be disrespected.
But youâre studying him, and wondering why the fuck he doesnât look as alarmed by the suggestion as you feel.
âWhy, by the Cauldron, would he want to do that?â The words fall from your mouth, formality forgotten. âThereâs a reason itâs never been done before. Rival camps do not mix because Illyrians are hot-headed and driven by ego, and there would be fights and bloodshed and probably death. Itâs a terrible idea. I donât understand why Tathaln Baralas would suggest such a thing.â
A deep chortle husks out of the High Lord, and you could be wrong, but you think there might be a hint of surprise in the sound. Like heâs unused to such brazenness from his subjects â female ones, in particular.
You asked a damn good question, though.
Fin turns to you, and for a lingering moment, he simply stares. And then he says, softly, âStand.â
You pause. Think that maybe, youâve spoken too much, crossed a line. But you stand.
The High Lord beckons you closer.
You take one step forward. Another. Another. He lifts a hand and motions for you to stop. You do. You smooth your hands over your nightgown. Think you might be shaking a little.
You do not need a wealth of knowledge nor experience to recognise exactly how it is that he looks at you.
Deep, tawny eyes trail the length of you and seem to miss no detail. Your loose hair and pretty, open face. The sharp lines of your collarbones and the smooth skin of your decolletage. The flowing silk of your nightgown and the bareness of your legs and arms on show beneath it.
He stares at you in a way that makes you feel youâre wearing nothing at all.
And then heâs prowling closer with preternatural grace, and the heat and scent of his body seems to snuff out the heat and scent of the fire.
You can only stand, your legs wobbling a little, as he begins to circle you, peruse you, like a predator assessing its prey. You might hold your breath a little. Youâre not sure what he plans to do, whether youâre to be reprimanded for your candidness. When he raises his hand, you hope you donât flinch. You learned not to do so, not to show your fear, in the years living under your fatherâs thumb.
But his hand merely cups the curve of your shoulder and sweeps a few strands of your hair back.
âGive me what I want, Y/N.â He says, his voice gritty. âAnd I will tell you what Tathaln wants.â
This is all starting to feel like a huge oversight. A mistake. If this goes too far â if he suggests something that would disrespect Roza in any wayâŚ
Youâd sooner be reprimanded, however badly.
Your eyes shutter, and you speak again, âWhat is it you want?â
Fin slinks round until heâs stood before you. The mild smile on his lips hides so much. âIf Iâm to oversee an event with all the camps under my rule,â he says, âI want to look good. Iâm a victim of extreme vanity, you see. Appearances are everything. And thus, I would go before my subjects with the prettiest little piece at my side.â His eyes drink in your face, unpainted and unguarded. âYou would do nicely.â
Youâre not certain that your breath of relief is a silent one. The suggestion could be far worse, of course, but anxious butterflies are still all aflutter in your gut.
It would be prudent to remember who youâre talking to â who it is youâre playing games with. To remember that you are just a young female from Windhaven, with no experience outside of it. You are not a seasoned courtier, and you do not know the rules of the game â how to play them, nor how to break them.
You clear your throat, lowering your gaze. âForgive me, My Lord. Whilst Iâm undoubtedly flatteredâŚI must admit to also being confused. Wonât Roza fulfil the role at your side?â
âRoza will attend no more public appearances for the remainder of her pregnancy â a decision we came to together. She is far too tired and must rest. And sheâs fully aware that I will need to invite a special guest in her place.â
âBut if youâre trying to make an impression before your Illyrian subjectsâŚI am the last female who would bring you any glory. I am ordinary. I do not have wingsââ
âYou do yourself a disservice, Y/N.â His slow footsteps begin again. âThe likes of your father have got into your head, I fear. What I see, looking at you now, is not these.â Warm fingers touch your ruined back, and you jerk a little. âWhat I see is the embodiment of classic Illyrian beauty. Just as I see in my Roza. You may not know this, but they tried to take her wings, too. Until I stopped them. It â we â would send a message, donât you think? That your repulsive father may have taken your wings, but he did not take your spirit. Your beauty. And that spirit and beauty earned you a place at the High Lordâs side. Perhaps Iâll invite your father, and his punishment can be the nightâs entertainment.â
It'sâŚstrange. Conflicting. Because the High Lord is saying things that you so often long to hear. The shattered, self-loathing part of your brain perks up and leans into the compliments like a pampered cat, waiting to hear more, to be stroked.
But then thereâs an angry part of you â one that wishes to yell at him that if he truly abhorred the practice of wing clipping, he would ban it altogether instead of keeping himself in the favour of Illyrians and simultaneously bashing their views and traditions behind their backs.
So many feelings. And yet, you try to remember why youâre here.
Because something eats away at you that whatever Tathaln Baralas is up to will impact Azriel somehow. At least as long as heâs with Kaeda. Â
So you lift your chin and ask, âI agree to be your special guest to the ball, and you tell me what the Lord of Fenlaros is up to? Itâs that easy?â
Fin chuckles. Stops in front of you again. âItâs that easy.â He inclines his head. âAs I said, I am of the vain sort â and this is merely a thing of vanity. Iâd rather enjoy parading one of my sonâs pretty playthings on my arm. Letting those Illyrian males know that I could have any of their females if I wanted. And the fact that I donât particularly care for Tathaln Baralas means that I donât particularly care to hold on too tightly to his secrets, either.â
You donât bother correcting him about the nature of yours and Rhysâs relationship. Seems irrelevant, in the grand scheme of things. And if your only role in this is to dress up and look pretty at the High Lordâs side, you reckon youâve gotten off pretty damn lightly.
For a moment, there, you really thought he might wantâŚmore.
âAlright.â You stand up straight. âI will gladly be your guest to the ball.â
He smiles an odd smile, like he knew you would agree all along. With his arm brushing yours as he closely passes, he makes his way back over to his desk. Refills his glass and yours. Hands it to you.
âThe reason the Lord of Fenlaros wants an Illyrian ball,â he says, âis because he seeks a situation in which he can have an eye on all camps â and vet their talent.â
âVet theirâŚâ Your brow pinches. âWhat?â
âTathaln, Y/N, has a vision in mind.â Fin turns to you, perching on the edge of the desk. âOne that, I have to admit, did pique my interest â if it were to work. You see, heâs of the opinion that Illyria should, eventually, do away with the individual camps entirely. Heâd sooner have one huge camp â that he would be Lord of, of course, and have a team of the strongest, most powerful Illyrians working alongside him to train the most fearsome army in the entirety of the Fae realm.â
âThatâs preposterous. Cramming all Illyrians into one camp under one lord would mean the eye would be taken off the ball quicker than lightning. How could an army that big be adequately trained by a small team of leaders, no matter how powerful? Even the strongest soldiers couldnât keep command of such numbers. That is why the individual camps work. Weaknesses get smoothed out and strengths are honed.â
The fire in your tone seems to amuse the High Lord. And you wonder if Illyria isnât unlike a dolls house to him. Figures he can pluck up and move around and pit against each other for his own entertainment.
âTathaln would disagree with you.â He smiles. âHe believes that the individual camps only create room for complacency, a lack of order. He thinks that your kind spend more time drinking and fucking and fighting amongst themselves than they do training for combat. And he thinks that if something isnât done about it, the next war could wipe Illyria off the map.â
âAnd he believes himself to be a strong enough Camp Lord to somehow fix that?â
âAlone? Gods, no. Heâs an arrogant brute, but not a stupid one. No,â He says again. âSee, this unit he would build wouldnât be just made up of highly-skilled warriors.â
âThen what?â
âIllyrians with further powers. Special abilities.â Finâs eyes track over your face, waiting for the realisation to dawn. âLike a shadowsinger, for example.â
And finally, itâs like light blotting out the clueless darkness of your head. Suddenly, it all falls into place.
You donât know why you didnât see it before.
âTathaln wants Azriel under his command.â The words are ash on your tongue.
âYes.â Fin nods. âHe does. And there are other males in other camps, too, with their own, unique abilities. Tathaln wants this ball to see them up close. Pick them out. If things go his way, he would have those males defecting from their current camps and making a home in Fenlaros. There, they would train â and begin bringing Tathalnâs vision to life.â
Azriel leaving WindhavenâŚmoving to another camp and not being around to talk to, to spend mindless hours with, to face life with â the thought is like a cold, cruel stab to your heart.
Your friends are what make Windhaven bearable. Together, youâve built a little home there, a family. And you may all be at each otherâs throats right now, but you love each other. Wouldnât want to lose each other.
The idea of no longer seeing Az makes you want to puke up the two glasses of whiskey now swimming in your stomach.
And even more sickening is the further realisationâ
Kaeda is Tathalnâs daughter â his puppet on a string.
It was never a coincidence that she randomly started floating around Windhaven. Wasnât a natural thing at all, that sheâd found interest in Azriel, of all people. The only shadowsinger.
The entire thing had been carefully orchestrated.
Kaedaâs interest in Az isnât genuine. Her father specifically sent her to Windhaven to get him on side.
You think you might actually be sick. Suddenly, the High Lordâs study seems far too small.
âWhy would you allow any of this?â You manage to grit out around your growing panic. âYouâre the High LordâŚif you tell Tathaln no, he canât take it any further.â
Fin shrugs a nonchalant shoulder. âAs I said â his vision piqued my interest. Itâs not a bad idea, provided it would be executed properly. But if it were? Imagine the glory. The power. The Night Court would boast the most steeled army in Prythian. Battle would be mere childâs play to us.â
YouâŚno. No. You canât sit back and act like you donât know any of this.
Azriel needs to be told. He needs to know what games Kaeda is playing â that sheâs only interested in doing her fatherâs bidding, pouring honeyed words into Azâs ear to coax him out of Windhaven and into their ready, waiting trap. To use him. Exploit him.
You need to tell him. Even if he goes straight back to being angry with you after, still doesnât want to speak to youâŚyou need to.
With shaking hands, you place your glass down. âIâŚIâm quite tired. I think Iâll try, again, to sleep.â Thereâs no chance of that. âThank you for the drink. And the conversation.â
Finâs head falls into a tilt. He looksâŚintrigued. âThank you for the company. And Iâve no doubt I can trust you to uphold your end of our arrangement.â
You nod. Hate the words as you speak them. âI will be your guest at the ball.â
âIâll be in touch, then. Goodnight.â
You only just manage to return the sentiment as you slip out of the room, the cold hallways making a grab for your bare skin. Finâs words haunt you all the way back to your room. Keep you awake all through the night. Bury themselves deep in your mind, your heart, and fill you with such an icy-cold fear, you feel you may never be warm again.
You have to tell Azriel â or you may lose him for good.
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The next morning, over tea and pastries and your rushed retelling of the night before, Roza stares at you.
Her expression is unreadable.
âYouâre angry with me.â You breathe, the very words pinching at your heart. âI understand. But I needed to find out what Tathaln Baralas was up to. I just knew thatââ
âAngry with you?â She cuts you off. âNo, my love. With Fin? Yes. That heâs even entertaining this idea of that odious Camp Lordâs, and that his ego is so great that he would parade you on his arm like nothing more than prize cattle. That, I am angry with.â Her eyes sweep your face with concern â and a hint of something else. Something likeâŚadmiration. âYou, howeverâŚyou remind me exactly of myself when I was your age. Scheming, pushing back against whatâs simply wrongâŚand in the name of love, too. I cannot possibly be angry with you for that.â
Your eyes fall to your plate. Love. That word rings in your ears like a war cry. âI need to do this. For Azriel. Heâs being used, andââ
âI know.â Roza reaches over, closing a hand over yours. âBelieve me, I know. And you have my full blessing and support. But you also have my concern. The games of Courts and High Lords and Camp Lords are dangerous ones. Do what you need to do for Azriel â for love â but have your wits about you. Do not, at any point, let them best you. And if Fin tries to take your agreement any further and lays a hand on you, come and tell me straight away, and I will fucking castrate himââ
Her words are cut short by a night-chilled shroud, darkness-given-form, despite the morning light that bathes the room.
Rhysand appears out of thin air. âWho will you castrate, mother dear?â
âYou.â Roza says without a beat, scowling at her son. âWhat have I told you about just appearing like that? Youâre showing off. Itâs rude.â
âBut Iâm so good at it.â He strides closer, kissing her cheek and then yours. And steals the remainder of your pastry. âReady to go?â
Youâd sent a note a little over an hour ago, asking Rhys to come get you and fly you to Windhaven. You didnât specify that you were going to talk to Az â and potentially break his heart with the information youâd garnered last night.
Rhys, of course, had written back that heâd be more than willing to oblige â as soon as Zakai was done sucking his cock.
Indeed, your friend looks particularly flushed and sated as he swallows your food and washes it down with a gulp of your tea.
âRhysand.â Roza scolds. âHave some damn manners. Will you steal food from the babe, too?â
âWell, considering youâll be breastfeeding her, mother dearest, absolutely notââ
âHer?â You blink between them. âYou know itâs a girl?â
Roza smiles softly, sliding a hand over her stomach. âNot for certain. But the healer seems pretty sure. Her magic can detect these things, and she says sheâs never gotten it wrong in all her years.â
âGods, I hope so.â Rhysâs violet eyes glitter. âIâve said from the start that Iâm hoping for a sister.â
And you can see it already â Rhys throwing himself into the role of older brother. Protecting that little girl with his whole heart. Sheâd be the luckiest child in all of Prythian to have Rhys for a brother. And to have Cassian and Azriel protecting her, tooâŚ
That is, if Azriel doesnât choose to go to Fenlaros.
Your stomach turns all over again at the thought. No â you need to speak with him, to warn him. He wouldnât leave.
âLetâs go.â You stand abruptly, your breakfast feeling leaden in your stomach.
âMuch obliged.â Rhys sketches a flourishing bow, to which Roza rolls her eyes. He kisses her cheek again. âTake it easy. I love you.â
Roza inclines her head. âI love you both.â
Its as you, too, dip down to kiss her cheek, that she lays a gentle hand on your arm. Concern swims in her eyes.
âBe careful, my little dove.â She pleads quietly. âNot just of the game youâre playing â but of your heart, too. Protect it.â
The words echo in your mind too loudly as Rhys takes your hand and steals you away.
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Twenty years in Windhaven should have you at least a little accustomed to the brutal temperatures, but landing your feet on the packed snow makes you wonder if even a whisper of the spring season will kiss these parts. It seems to lurk on the horizon, just out of reach.
As Rhys dusts flecks of snow from his jacket, you glance down at your pathetic, worn boots. The very boots that seemed to start this entire godsdamned situation with Az. It was these that made him scoop you into his arms and carry you to the mead hall, where you shared that first, heated kiss on one of the tablesâ
âWhat are you staring at?â Rhys hovers at your side.
âNothing.â You straighten yourself up. Hope your blush can pass for cold-bitten skin. âDo you know where Azriel is? Iâd like to speak with him.â
âSparring rings, Iâd presume.â
You nod, and you go to head off in the other direction, but Rhysâs hand is enclosing around yours. He squeezes gently. âSend word when you want me to come get you.â
The sentiment promises more than just safe transport back to Velaris. It offers support, too â in the likely scenario that this conversation doesnât go smoothly.
Because you have to consider the possibility that the truth about Kaeda, while needing to be exposed, may not be well received.
Azriel will likely be hurt by it. And you might bear the brunt of that.
Rhysand will be there for you, whatever happens. Even if he has no clue whatâs going on.
So you squeeze back, and you offer an unconvincing smile as you let go. âI love you, Rhysand.â
He scowls. âDonât like it when you call me Rhysand.â
âSorry, Rhysand.â
âYouâre a little shit. But I love you, too.â
You smile wider. That little bit of jesting is what gives you the courage, the strength, to square your shoulders and stroll away from him, snow seeping into your boots with each step.
By the time you get to the sparring rings, you think your feet might be frozen solid. But lo and behold, Azriel is there, currently going head-to-head with another male in his unit.
The very sight is the picture of a hard-trained warrior â a dance, a performance, of flying fists and measured breaths. Az is big and muscled, but heâs lithe and swift, and he moves through each step and dodges each blow and delivers his own as though itâs easy as air. Heâs flawless, and for a heartbeat, all you can do is watch, every thought eddying from your mind.
But then heâs dodging a flying fist and pivoting on his feet. His eyes catch you. Heâs distracted long enough for his partner to grab the upper hand and knock Az off his feet.
The shadowsinger accepts defeat. He sprawls on his back, panting heavily, and you continue to watch as his opponent grins and offers a hand to help him up.
âDistracted by a female?â He jokes. âI thought you were better than that, shadowsinger.â
A tight smile forms and falls from Azâs lips. He hates losing. âIt would seem not. Well fought.â
âIâll leave you and your lady to it.â The other male says, and you choose to ignore the suggestion in his voice. Azriel ignores it, too. Doesnât even acknowledge him as he strolls away, no doubt to boast to his insufferable friends that he managed to get one over on the shadowsinger.
Az looks at you in that quiet, assessing way of his. Surveys you head to toe, like he needs to reassure himself that your short stay in Velaris has brought you no harm thus far. Itâs good that he still cares, you think. You hope.
âYouâre back?â He asks, grabbing a towel to wipe at his face. Itâs then that you notice that his lip is bleeding a little.
âNot entirely.â You shake your head. âIâŚneed to talk to you about something. Something important.â
And whether heâs ready to talk to you yet, or not, is irrelevant â he seems to realise that as he studies you once more and nods. âWeâll go to the dorms. Nobodyâs there.â
You hate this, you want to tell him. The awkwardness. TheâŚthe stagnancy of your relationship. It was never supposed to be like this between you and him. It hurts.
And it makes you realise that love isnât always beautiful.
But you school your expression as he finally closes the gap between you. He glances down, and a soft sigh escapes him. âThose fucking boots.â
Before you can say something, anything, find some way to defend your continued wearing of those fucking boots, Azriel is grabbing your hand. The unexpected touch jolts you â as does the zip through thin air that has you landing in the kitchenette of the dorms only seconds later.
Despite possessing the ability to winnow, Azriel avoids it at all costs, if he can. Something about the practice unsettles him, and he doesnât believe heâs ever refined it enough to use it reliably.
So, the fact that he just winnowed you to the dorms either means that he still cares enough to get you out of the cold, or he wants to get this conversation over with as quickly as possible.
Gods, you hope itâs the former.
âStay there.â He murmurs, and heâs turning on his feet. You want to stop him and tell him itâs imperative that you speak immediately â but you can only watch as he strides in the direction of his room.
Moments later, heâs strolling back through â a pair of his own, thick socks in his hands.
You might just soften and crumble enough to forget about the conversation and throw your arms around him. Even now, heâs still looking out for you, making sure youâre taken care of.
You plead with yourself not to get choked up over a pair of socks. But you justâŚmiss him. Miss this. And you think that shows as you hold a hand out and rasp, âThank you.â
âLet me.â Is all Az replies. He drops to his knees before you.
Your mind goes quiet.
Gods.
The last thing you expected, from coming here, was to see Az knelt at your feet.
And itâs so fucking inappropriate, but as he begins to unlace your boots, your stupid, pathetic brain begins to lament on what a damn shame it is, that you didnât get to behold this sight, have him on his knees, when things were still good between you. Maybe thereâs something wrong with you.
âYou donât have to do thatââ
âNeed to make sure youâre warm.â He chucks your sodden boots aside, yanks your socks off. Dries your poor, pinkened feet. Tugs his own socks â so big on you that he has to bunch them at the ankles â onto them. And then rises to his feet. âIâll get a fire going.â
His fussing over you has always bordered on outright hysterical.
âAzriel.â Finally, you lay a firm hand on his arm. Stop him. âI need to talk to you.â
The way he goes so very still at your touch has you realising â all this fussing is to avoid simplyâŚlooking at you. Facing you. Heâs trying to busy himself in your presence.
But he does look at you. Lifts his gaze to yours. And thereâs grit in his voice as says, âI know I fucked up, Y/N. I shouldnât have reacted to you and Cassian the way I did. I had no right.â
âIâm not here about thatââ
âI was angry because I was so damn jealous. And thatâs irrational, and I know it, but I couldnât stop myself. I couldnât stand the thought of himâŚanyone elseâŚputting their handsââ
âItâs Kaeda, Az. Sheâs using you.â
Finally, youâve won his silence. His arm tenses under your hand. His eyes burn into yours.
âI learned it from the High Lord himself.â The words are so, so sour on your tongue. You hate this. Hate the truth â for Az. âTathaln Baralas is trying to round up the most powerful Illyrians of each camp and have them under his command in Fenlaros. Eventually, he wants there to be only one camp â that he rules over. He covets you because youâre a shadowsinger, and he sent Kaeda here to cosy up to you and do his bidding, win you over. Sheâs been working for himââ
He tugs away from your touch. Takes a step back. And the anger, the hurt, that you expect to find on his face justâŚisnât there.
âI know all of this.â He says, simply.
âYouâwhat?â
âI had dinner with Kaeda and her family. Tathaln laid his idea out to me and asked me to go to Fenlaros. He was completely open about it.â
You study him, waiting for some vague indication that heâs angry at Kaedaâs manipulation. But he seems entirely nonchalant.
It stings.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â You hate how small your voice sounds.
âWell, you and I havenât exactly been talkingââ
âIâd think a situation like thiswould override that.â
âKind of had other things on my mind, though, havenât I?â
âWell did you tell Tathaln he can shove his fucking vision up his ass?â
Silence.
Silence, and then the rustle of Azâs wings as he shifts on his feet.
Loud, loud silence.
You think your heart might plummet into your stomach. Your mouth goes dry. You stare at him, every inch of him, desperate for some sort of sign that his silence isnât saying what you fear itâs saying.
But gods, itâs so very telling.
âPlease tell me youâre not considering it,â you breathe.
He doesnât answer straight away. He looks at his feet and shifts on the spot and takes his time answering like your heart isnât thundering in anticipation.
And then he says, quietly, âI told Kaeda I would consider it.â
The words steal the air from your lungs. The picture of a Windhaven without Azrielâs presence suddenly doesnât seem like a blurred, unlikely one. Feels like itâs being dangled in front of your face.
âWhat?â Your voice is weak.
âI justâŚtold her Iâd think about it.â
âWhy?â
âThe idea isnât a bad oneâI could hone my skills, put them to useââ
âYou could also kiss goodbye to any ties you have to this place! To your family, toâto me!â
Cauldron fucking damn your voice for cracking the way it does. Youâre going to break in front of him, and itâs going to be bad. You can feel your chest tightening, the idea of losing Azriel for good making you breathless and panicked and like you donât know what to do with yourself, your hands, your entire body.
âY/N.â Az says softly. âI havenât given a definitive answer.â
âBut youâre thinking about it.â You choke. âYouâre considering itâleaving. Do the others know about this? Rhys and Cassian?â
âNo. Havenât really been speaking to them, either.â
âIs that all part of it? Distancing yourself from us until you sever your ties completely? Are you truly so angry with me that youâd choose this? To not see me anymore?â
You know immediately what youâve said.
To not see me. Rhys and Cassian not included.
Azriel catches it, too. He purses his lips, and he stares at you.
âThis isnât about that.â He insists.
âYou never would have considered this before I lay with Cassianââ
âThis isnât about distancing myself because you fucked Cassian! Itâs because I want you and that terrifies me!â
The words, hard and solid as iron daggers, are actually enough to calm your growing panic. You feel them land, piercing through your skin and spreading a wanton, longing venom through your veins. Youâve spent days â weeks â caught up in your thoughts, trying to accept the fact that you want Azriel. You want Azriel. More than you ever had before.
And perhaps it says a lot about how you perceive yourself, but it hadnât occurred to you that he might want you back.
Hearing it is heart-stopping.
You clear away what feels like a patchwork of hoarfrost thatâs frozen over your throat. âIâthought you wanted Kaeda.â
Azriel makes a noise; something like a humourless laugh. âBelieve me, I tried. But I donât. I want you, so much that it burns. Burns me worse than what scarred my fucking hands. Iâve never felt like this before. Iâm sick with it. I canât sleep for thinking about you, wanting you beside me. I canât stop myself aching for you and Iâm losing my fucking mind.â
Blow after blow after blow, these words. Sour and sweet, pleasant and horrific, love and hate. You feel like you know everything and nothing at once. Like you understand what heâs saying but not quite.
But your honest response croaks out of you, âAnd if I want you, too? What then?â
Azrielâs jaw ticks. And he presses himself hard against the wall as if heâs trying to disappear through it. âThen,â he says, âthat makes it even worse.â
âBecause youâd sooner run off to another camp than give yourself to a pathetic excuse for an Illyrian like me, right?â
âBecause I would sooner damn myself to a miserable existence in Fenlaros than allow this to turn into another thing of beauty that could be ripped straight from my hands. Iâd sooner not see you at all than have you and lose you. And Iâd rather base my decision on hypotheticals and protect my heart than give it away and wish I never had. If that makes me selfishââ
âIt makes you,â you grit your teeth hard, blink furiously through forming tears, âa fucking coward.â
He pauses. âThen Iâm a coward.â
But he isnât. Never has been. Not when he was locked up in his hateful fatherâs keep and forced to bear his half-brothersâ twisted cruelty. Not when he came to Windhaven and was targeted here, too, simply for being different. Not through anything youâve faced together in nine years of friendship.
Azriel has never been a coward. You will not accept it. You will not let him become one.
If he wants you like he says he doesâŚyouâre not going to let him have the sole choice of ruining this. He can try to push you away, but youâll push back ten times harder.
âYou think Iâm not scared?â You move away from the counter, taking slow steps closer to him. âI am. Iâm petrified. But fear is not cowardice. To fear and to face it head-on is to be brave, Azriel. When have you ever balked from fear?â
Heâs watching you near him with what seems to be nerves. He swallows. âNever. But I know which of my battles to pick.â
You slow to a stop in front of him. Your body is inches from his, and his warmth and scent are like a punch to your gut. âIt isnât a battle to want.â
âNo,â he agrees. âBut itâs a battle to need.â So blatantly â he doesnât try to hide it â his eyes drift to your mouth. âI was wrong before. I donât want you. I need you.â
âAnd youâd rather run from that. Youâd rather run than need me.â
ââŚYes. I think I would.â
Finally, you close the miniscule gap between your bodies, slamming your hands either side of him, against the wall. You fight the curling of your lips when you hear his breath catch in his throat.
âWhat are you waiting for, Azriel?â You challenge. âRun.â
He pauses.
He does not run.
He snarls, and he grabs you by your jacket, and he hauls your mouth to his.
He tastes like the tang of sweat and blood, but also like the heavy fir trees that guard the mountains, and the crackling of a roaring fire, and the fresh berries he puts in his breakfast every morning without fail. He tastes like Azriel, and you think that taste might be the answer to every dark thought and doubt that has ever plagued your mind.
Without hesitation, you're bunching your hands in his shirt and pulling yourself against him, close as you can possibly get. This kiss is not a sweet kiss in the name of tentative practice. This kiss is a reckoning, and a choice, and itâs the past nine years in flashing moments that have led you up to this point.
Azriel makes a low, wanting sound and flips the script, using his grip on your jacket to spin you both until youâre the one pushed against the wall, and heâs pressing you there. Slotting a firm, muscled thigh between your legs. He pulls his mouth away from yours to pepper quick, biting kisses along your jaw, down the column of your neck. You gasp, and he gasps back.
âI want you.â His voice almost sounds like a plea â a plea for some solution to this. As though itâs a problem. âI canât stop myself wanting you.â
âSo donât.â You breathe back, pushing the very centre of you against his thigh. âStay in Windhaven and forget about everything else. Stay with me. Have me.â
âYou make it sound so easyââ
âIt is.â You pull his mouth back to yours. âItâs easy. We can be easy. We can beââ
Just down the hall, the opening of the front door cuts your words right off. Footsteps follow. Itâll just be a male returning from training, but it seems to send a tidal wave of ice-cold reality straight over the two of you. Azriel stares down at you, lips parted, still panting.
The nameless male passes by without even sparing either of you a glance. Azriel pulls away.
He turns his back to you and rakes a hand through his hair. You can only watch. So fast, heâs facing you again.
âIâI need you to give me time to register all of this.â He swallows. âI canâtâŚthink right now.â
Do the words sting? Yes. Were you hoping that he would just impulsively let go of his fears and say fuck it? Absolutely.
You should be angry. You should tell him that if he truly wants you, needs you, then he shouldnât need to think.
But something about the lost expression on his face speaks to you. Heâs always been guarded. Always struggled to face his emotions head-on. So many years he spent locked up, trying to convince himself that the loneliness didnât ache, that his heart didnât wish.
If you push him right nowâŚitâll end up with him further away from you.
So itâs the hardest thing in the world to straighten yourself out and pretend your lips arenât tingling, begging for another taste of his mouth. Itâs an effort to put how you feel aside for his sake.
But maybe itâll be for your sake, too. You are angryâŚsomewhere beneath all the longing, the passion. He didnât tell you about Tathalnâs proposition. Heâd been considering it without consulting any of you. That hurts.
He watches you, waits for you to say something, as you reach for your boots and tug them back on. You came here to tell him what youâd found out, and youâve done just that â and then some.
When youâve laced up your shoes, only then do you look at him. Try to hide the bleakness from your face.
âIâll leave you to your thoughts.â You tell him, and itâs a promise. âBut can you do me a favour?â
His eyes sweep over your face, and he nods. âAlways.â
âBefore you make a decision about FenlarosâŚâ You actually have to stop yourself and swallow down the lump that forms at the words. You try again, âBefore you make a decision about Fenlaros, please justâŚtalk to Rhys and Cass first. The three of you have been a strong unit forever. Forget the troubles that weâve had and justâŚjust remind yourself of what youâd be leaving behind. Fix things with them. Talk to them.â
He opens his mouth. Snaps it shut again. Nods. âAlright.â
âYou donât need me, Az.â You say as you turn away from him. âBut them? Youâll always need them.â
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The strutting confidence with which Kaeda Baralas usually carries herself is entirely absent as she enters her fatherâs study.
Her wings are limp â a telltale sign of nerves, intimidation â and itâs an effort to keep them from drooping.
Wings are supposed to be worn proudly. Hers were left intact for a reason. Never will she forget that fact.
Tathaln sits behind his desk, oozing authority, even through menial tasks like going through his correspondence. As Kaeda stops before him and threads her fingers together, she feels much like the younger version of herself â that little girl always trying to think of ways to impress her papa.
âWell?â Tathaln asks without looking up.
The female clears her throat. âHe still hasnât given me an answer.â
Her father pauses, goes deathly still. Kaeda hates that stillness. Dreads it. Knows it means sheâs disappointed him.
The Camp Lord places his pen down, and he asks, his tone slicing, âAnd why have your efforts not been enough to glean an answer?â
Kaeda purses her lips. âIâm trying, father. Itâs â heâs harder than I anticipated. I didnât expect him to be so attached to Windhaven.â
She watches, stomach turning, as the great male before her stands and rounds the desk. He perches on the other side of it and studies his daughter.
âYour brothers seem to be having no problems with the missions I gave them.â He tells her. âWhy do you let me down?â
How is she supposed to answer that? Azriel is simplyâŚnot what she expected. Heâs unlike all the Illyrian males sheâs surrounded by. Heâs profound, sentimental, caring. He values more than just violence, than war.
âI got the go-ahead from the High Lord that the ball can take place.â Tathaln announces. âWe will be amongst a room full of males with potential, who may join our cause. But they wonât if we donât have some ground to work on. If I donât have something to show them â warriors who can advocate for us. Like the shadowsinger.â
Kaedaâs gaze lowers. âIâll keep trying. Iâll ask again.â
âYes. You will.â He pushes away from the desk. âBecause let me remind you of something, lest youâve forgotten.â A step closer has him towering over her, and heâsâŚhumongous. âI do not give you the freedoms you have, just so you can waste them. I did not leave your wings intact because I abhor the practice of clipping them. I told you to earn them. To hone yourself into a weapon that I can use.â
âI know, father.â
âAnd what do I do with weapons that are useless? That canât be used? I rid myself of them. Make no mistake that I would do the same with you if you canât give me what I need.â A sneer contorts his brutal, beautiful face. âI donât care what you have to do to attain it. Trick him, force him, bed him. Just get your ass back to Windhaven, and donât return until the shadowsinger is on side. The ball will be held on Starfall â you have until then.â
âIââ
âGo.â
End of discussion.
He doesnât want to hear her excuses, her ideas.
He doesnât want to know that his daughter, deep down, is not capable of the callousness of which he very much is. That in Azriel, she sees a person who is, perhaps, as lonely as she is, and insecure, and trying not to be, in an environment where those things get you killed.
He doesnât care to know that all she really wants is for her father to throw his arms around her and tell her he loves her, is proud of her, no matter what.
No. He returns to his seat and doesnât spare her another glance. Sheâs dismissed.
She takes to the brutal skies and makes her way from one hollow place to another.
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Cassian decides two chapters into the book that reading isnât for him.
Heâs just so fucking bored. Rhys is somewhere being all moony eyed over Zakai, Roza and Y/N are still in Velaris, and Azriel still doesnât seem interested in talking through their issues.
So heâs resorted to this â plucking some weird romance novel off the shelf and giving it a go. Some dramatic tale of a human girl who falls in love with a beast who drinks blood and glistens in the sunlight. Two chapters down, heâs tempted to throw it into the fire â but he remembers that it isnât his book and returns it to the shelf instead.
He could go to a tavern, but those arenât fun on his own. Could seek out one of his many sexual conquests for a good time, but something about arguing with his closest of friends translates, for some reason, into his dick refusing to get hard. Heâs too churned up for an orgasm, and too churned up to give one out.
So, sleep it is. He heaves a deep sigh and drags himself over to the stairs, feeling mighty sorry for himself. Heâs barely placed a foot on the bottom step when a knock falls on the door.
He turns, striding over too fast. He hopes for Rhys, or even Az, anyoneâ
But Kaeda slumps against the door frame, and he immediately wants to scowl.
Her eyes are glazed, her usually pristine appearance a little unkempt, with strands of cherry red hair slipping free from a ponytail and a stain of some sort of liquid on her shirt.
She hiccups, and the smell of booze rolls from her. âAzriel here?â
âNo.â Cassianâs jaw ticks.
âWhere is he?â
âI donât know.â Probably at the dorms, but he doesnât tell her that. âDonât you have a rock to crawl back under?â
She makes a vague noise and bends at the waist, planting her hands on her knees. âThink âm going to be sick.â
âNot here, youâre not.â
âCan I just come in? Please? NeedâŚneed water.â
Cassian really, really doesnât want to let her in.
If he had his way, he wouldnât let her into the camp, let alone his house.
And heâs a shitty enough person that heâs tempted to turn her awayâŚbut not shitty enough to actually do so. Sheâs clearly wasted, and in a place like Windhaven, a lone, drunk female is a target.
So he grits his teeth and steps aside, and Kaeda doesnât hesitate to stumble in. She heads straight for the couch, slumping downâ
âIf you puke on that,â Cass tells her, striding over to the kitchen, âIâll hold you upside down and mop your vomit up with that obscenely red hair.â
Kaeda seems to find it funny. She snorts. Cassian ignores her and fills a glass with water.
He stalks back over. More or less slams the glass down on the coffee table and then sits at the far end of the same couch. âYour water. Drink it.â
The female grabs the glass and gulps it down, droplets rolling down her chin. Cassian has never seen her soâŚnormal.
âWhy are you drunk?â He asks.
She returns the empty glass to the table. âI drank alcohol.â
âGive me a straight answer.â
She sighs, and swivels on the seat so that sheâs facing him. Sheâs a little unsteady as she tucks her legs beneath her and says, âBecause Iâm a desperately unhappy person, and I canât do anything right.â
Cass stares at her. He isnât convinced. She seems mighty happy every time she struts through Windhaven, giving pretty, sultry smiles to different males and revelling in their attention.
âI have so much pressure on my shoulders.â Kaeda says. âI canât afford to get it all wrong.â
âEveryone has pressure on their shoulders. Welcome to the real world, princess.â
Another snort. She shakes her head. Never seems bothered by Cassianâs sharp-edged words. âYou donât get it.â
But Cass reckons he does. He narrows his eyes as he looks at her â thinks that her perfect outfit probably costs more than his entire wardrobe. Thinks that the fact that sheâs got to her age, as a female, and hasnât had her wings and spirit ripped away from her, is a very lucky thing.
âOh, I get it.â He bites back. âI know exactly what Iâm looking at. A spoilt girl who gets everything she wishes for and still wants more. You have riches and a good standing, and you never have to worry about where your next meal is coming from.â
ââŚDonât have any friends, though, do I? Not like you and yours.â
âPerhaps thatâs because youâre such an insufferable toad.â
Kaeda stares at him, and he stares back. Gods, he really cannot stand her. Even the way she looks at him makes him want to punch something.
But then she throws her head back, and she bellows a great, loud laugh.
That annoys him, too â that nothing he says, however harsh, seems to bother her. Maybe he simply wishes that he could be like that. So strong.
âWhy is it that you hate me so much, Cassian?â Her laughter ebbs into a quiet chuckle, and sheâs leaning forward to crack him a smile that has sent better males to their knees. âTell me.â
Cassian, too, leans forward â tries to scowl that smile out of existence. âBecause I think youâre up to something.â He answers. âAnd I think youâre going to hurt my friends. And if you hurt my friends, princess, I hurt you. Itâs that simple.â
He means it. Kaeda can see he means it. And the threat should intimidate her, but it doesnât.
It makes her hungry. Ravenous.
His hate for her is a challenge that she wants to chase. Every barbed word, every scathing glance â
It sets her on fire.
And sheâs happily not thinking about Tathaln, or Fenlaros, or Azriel, as she grips Cassian by the cheeks and slants her mouth over his. She kisses him with such heat that for a moment, he forgets who she is. Her tongue makes its way past his lipsâ
He shoves her off him, probably too hard. âWhat the fuck are you doing?â
Before she can answer, the front door opens, and Azriel is wandering in.
He takes in the sight of them and stops. Stares between them.
His expression isâŚindifferent. Like he knows what heâs looking at, but he really could not give a fuck.
And then he clears his throat, and turns to Kaeda. âYou should leave.â He says. âCassian and I need to talk.â
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â Pairing: Perv Stepbrother!Neil Lewis X stepsister!Reader
â Warnings: smut, pervy Neil, hanjob, dub-con but not really, indifference, age gap (both off age), shitty writing, curses
â Summary: Neil receiving a handjob on the sofa while his stepsister looks at her phone.
â Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Been working on this things since weeks now... it's shit and I'm sorry. ���đźââď¸đđźââď¸
A small snort left Neil's lips, he was getting bored for the first time while watching one of the movies he usually liked to watch.
It had been a while since he broke up with Violet and he missed a bit... that thrill mixed with adrenaline. He certainly wasn't the Neil he once was, not even in the way he wishedâ especially when he thought at his step sister.
The young woman had been such a little tease lately.
The possibilities that she was it while Neil was in the relationship were pretty high but he was always too busy to actually notice and let his body react to it.... every day. Because it kept happening every single day since his eyes took her in, waking up his cock at the mere view of bit of skin.
He blamed it mostly on the lack of sex in his life and the urge of fisting his lenght to make time and stress go away.
Y/n, his mother's new boyfriend's daughter... aka his step-sister, was being a bother even though she was just sitting right besides him, her eyes locked on the phone rather than the TV.
His baby blue eyes couldn't stop wandering around her body, taking peeks at her cleavage and her short shorts she was wearing at homeâ and he was doing it again. Luckily they were all alone that day, no-one was around, so.... he could finally get what he craved so much.
The only issue that was stopping him from doing anything was the poor plan he had in mind... how could he start it all? he wondered silently.
A short mental battle and Neil shifted slightly closer, his face turned still towards the TV to pretend that he was watching the movie playing on it, as he spread slightly his thigh to brush it against Y/n's bare a couple of time to see if he received any reaction from her.
Receiving none he continued with the plan, taking her hand and placed it down on his lap casually, sending finally the message that he was trying to give her without murmuring it explicitlyâ he was so aroused, nearly thrilled... thrilled enough to twitch at the mere warmth of her hand.
Y/n not really, she was still cursing mentally for that drunk bet she had with him and her lost which causing her to fall in that absurd situation.
'That fucking perv' she thought while starting finally to move her hand, feeling his hard cock, pressing against his pajamas pants, with her little finger.
Her hand limited to only rub his thigh for the moment as she waited for him to lower his pants and free his lenghtâ her eyes never leaving the screen of her phone.
Neil glanced at her, his breath peaking up as he bit his bottom lip in anticipation too earger to actually move... just wanting her soft groomed hand to wrap around his thick long cock and lead the way to heaven.
She didn't even needed to glance in his direction to see what to do since her stepbrother's hand moved her own to wrap it around his leaking cock, allowing that way her eyes to stay glued to the screen.
His cock was hard, his skin soft and plesant to touch while his tip was of an angry red... as it let some pre-cum drip on her fingers as soon as she moved his foreskin.
"Oh fuck" Neil curses, biting harder his bottom lip as he watched her move her hand lazily, his hips jerking desperately up to meet her movements. The young girl had been able to give it just a couple of slow pumps before the older man wrapped his own big hand around her smaller one... so to guide her better and not allow her to tease him further.
His fingers intertwined with hers, his thumb caressed the back of her hand before he moved it off his cock, so that he could lean closer and spit on it as a lubricant to ease the handjob.
"Neil! You're fucking disgusting" Y/n cursed at his action, making a face at the odd feeling of his spit on the inside of her hand. He really was so gross sometimes.
"Fuck, say my name again" he breathed out overwhelmed by the situation, his hand guiding hers back around his lenght "Remember, squeeâ" he started, cursing softly as she interrupted him with her movements.
"Yes, yes... I know how you like it, now shut up" Y/n murmured, scrolling her phone while working his cock... her hand squeezing it teasingly while his rough action kept pleasuring him, her hand hitting his bases before moving fast back up to the tip... up and down, up.. and down.
His balls where already reacting, getting pulled up by the muscles as his breath got heavier, pathetic whines leaving his mouth.
"Don't stop, don't stop, fuck, Y/n!" Neil nearly cried, arching his back while fucking her hand faster, working on his balls with his own hand to reach faster his peak.
"Fucking hell, how much longer do you need?" Y/n's voice exclaimed making him shiver and whine while her other hand, which was previously holding her phone, slapped his hands away so that she could jerk him off faster and better... already without patience.
"Fucking pathetic" the younger woman murmured, cursing when his warm seed got shot... not only dirtying her hands but her face and top as well due to the bend over position she had been in.
"Neil!â"
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Diluc was absolutely infatuated with his sweet, sweet Wifey, he was completely enamoured by the domesticality she brought into his busy life. Archons knows, sometimes he felt so utterly guilty, leaving his poor sweet darling at home all alone while he wanders out for the day - Diluc was a busy man, unfortunately, he had many commitments outside of his personal endeavours. He hadn't properly spent time with his sweet Wife for far too long and this date was well overdue. She graciously went out of her way to prepare the sweetest picnic for the two of them. Simple but delicious sandwiches and the richest chocolates in all of Mondt, splayed out beautifully on rich mahogany serving boards.
Diluc's mind fled astray, the effort his sweet Wifey poured into this moment, choosing a beautiful location just barely away from a bustling crowd of people. Under a pretty bridge surrounded by sweet smelling flowers, just enough privacy for the two of them to get lost with each other. His heart throbs at the simple yet love filled gestures she makes for him, refilling his glass and hand feeding him treats from her palm. He could feel his cock swell in his trousers, filthy thoughts plagued his cranium, with utmost desire for his darling sweet little wife.
Diluc couldn't remember exactly how he had managed to get his sweet Wifey laid under him, lipstick smeared messily over her lips, dress loosened and barely clinging to her form. Diluc bites against her soft, plump lips, devouring her pretty tongue with his own. Soft, hushed moans ripple from his darling's throat, right on his tongue, he swallows them up eagerly. His hands wander, easily caressing over the memorised curves of her pretty frame, squeezing at her perky tits, groping at her jiggly ass. He felt awful but Archons, was she insatiable, he couldn't keep his filthy hands off of her sweet little self. The amount he missed her day in and day out was undeniable, the pang of guilt he felt returning to a quiet home after a long, long day was too much. The sheer sight of her was enough to set him off, have his thick cock ache in his pants like some lovesick teenage boy.
"Diluc.. Not here, there's people-" His silly little Wife gasps into his mouth. Gods didn't he know it, perhaps he ought to put on a show, let the world know just how much he adored his perfect girl. He hikes her long skirt up, pooling it around her waist, showing off her racy laced panties, pretty and red, his favourite colour. Archon's his perfect Wifey thought of everything. He could just take her right now. Diluc growls, the sound grumbles from deep within his chest. He plants hot, wet kisses against her pretty thighs, nipping marks into her skin. He plants sparse kisses on her clothed clit while he attacks her soft inner thighs, revelling in the soft hiccuped mewls she makes with every wet press of his lips.
"..'Luc⌠someone's coming- can hear-.." His sweet wife pushes her hand through his bangs, attempting to push his lips from her skin. She was right, there were a set of footsteps trekking across the bridge they were situated under. Diluc bites hard into her inner thigh, cock swelling at the short squeal his silly wife barely manages to cover. He licks at the mark in mock apology, his tongue especially warm over the stinging mark. Diluc pulls himself up, nosing against his Wife's ear, breathing hot, sending shivers down her body. The footsteps above never seem to cease, when one crosses the bridge others follow. Muffled voices and the sound of boots scraping across the aged wood makes his cock ache. The light between the boards of the bridge flickers with the shadow of the people moving above. His hand trails down her body, his warm palm cupping his Wife's pretty pussy through her panties. She breathes out with just a little too much voice, sounding the softest moan into his neck.
"Shh.. shhh Darling⌠Don't want to get caught do you? 'Said it yourself, there's people." He chides her so sweetly, his voice low in her ear. Archons, think of the reaction - The elusive Master Diluc toying with a pretty girl under a bridge, barely known as his Wife to the general public.
Diluc slowly rubs at his silly Wife's pretty clit, his palm heated deliciously over the achey bud. Her breaths are shaky, trembling, trying her very best to stay quiet while Diluc teases at her pussy. A set of footsteps stop in the middle of the bridge, muffled voices muddle through the cracks of the boards. Diluc can feel his sweet girl's arousal pool into her panties, staining them a dark red with her creamy slick. He huffs a short chuckle, teasing a finger against her swollen bud before pulling his trousers down, just enough to free his drooling cock. He rubs his fat tip up and down the soft, pretty fabric of her underwear, pushing his head against her weeping hole through her panties. His silly Wife rolls her eyes back, gnawing at her bottom lip, her gaze locks on to the shadowed figures above them.
Diluc slips his fingers past the groin of her panties, pushing the fabric to the side revealing the pretty mess of her pussy beneath it. He breathes through his teeth, rubbing his cock head through her folds, catching her sweet creamy slick all over his cock. He prods at her achey hole with his tip, just dipping it in and out. Gods, the noises her pussy makes on his cock, slick and wet and loud.
"Thought you didn't 'wanna get caught.. pussy's beggin' for it" He whispers meanly, sinking the length of his thick cock slowly into her soft warm cunny. His silly Wife sighs out, biting into her finger to stifle any unwanted noises. Diluc tuts in mock sympathy, pouting his lips at her before making quick work of her gushy cunny. He thrusts his cock meanly, trying to get any sort of peep out of her. The muddled voices above become clear for a moment, a distinct sentence chimes through the boards.
"Do you hear something?" It says.
Diluc can feel his silly Wife's pussy clench on his cock, becoming wetter and hotter on his length. His cock glides easily within her walls, so fucking slippery and creamy. His Darling covers her mouth with her palm, silencing any chance for sound escaping her. Diluc couldn't have that, he takes her swollen clit between his fingers, pinching at her meanly. She squeals behind her hand, legs squeezing at his side, cunt pulsing on his cock. The voices continue;
"Must be a bird? Let's go, we have a reservation soon" The voice trickles away, footsteps clunk over the bridge before disappearing into the nearby dirt path. Diluc's silly wife breathes a sigh of relief, it's short lived however. Diluc's pace becomes brutal, hips clapping into his Darling's body, earning him the prettiest of cries. His hands hook under her thick thighs, squeezing at the soft flesh. He presses her squishy thighs into her tummy, mounting her creamy cunny with his thick cock. He fucks into his dumb little Wife from above, his heavy balls slap against her puffy pussy. Archons he needed this, missed her sweet stupid pussy on his cock. She cries under him, mewling soft moans between her teeth. He finds it in him to lean down, kissing so sickeningly sweetly at her puffy lips, dipping his tongue into her mouth.
Her mascara stains her cheeks, running down her face in pretty black lines, fucked stupid on his cock for anyone to see. Archon's he was done for, his hips speed up, pelvis slapping into her own, clapping so sweetly against her skin. His sweet wife hiccups, moaning soft little staccato notes into his shoulder. Her gushy cunt sucks him in, begs for the thick push of his cock, who was he to deny? She bumps her clit into his groin, crying out without a care, fucking him back so sweetly. His dumb little Wife is quick to cum, squirting messily over his cock, her slick creamy fluid leaking over the swell of his own balls as they clap into her pussy. Diluc doesn't last long, he pushes his fat cock deep into her creamy cunt, plugging her up with his length he shoots thick, creamy ropes into her messy pussy. He keeps his cock in her, all fucked dumb and plugged up so sweetly, his milky cum barely drips over his length.
Archons, he should take next week off.
Sweet men that aren't so sweet and are actually terrible people âĄâĄâĄ
I just like it when diluc corrupts me
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JEALOUS FUCKGIRL YAN.. yknow if ya don't mind. Coughcoughilovegirlswhoaremean
She's impossible to read.
One minute she's all over you, next she's disappearing off into the crowd. You can always pick her out sooner than later, watching you like a hawk cozied up with someone side night cared to remember by morning. You've told yourself time and again this is just how she is with everyone. Sometimes the flirty, extroverted type just don't get they can't be that way with everyone before someone catches feelings, but it's that same attention that makes you feel like there's so much more going on between you. Maybe you're just overthinking it. As her closest resemblance to a friend, you know better than anyone she'd be a tough partner to have..
Friends...
"hey..."
Yea, that's what you are.
"Hey!"
Over the music and chattering crowd, it's understandable to mistake the voice as directed at someone else. It's when you look at the glossy eyes of your slightly inebriated floor mate that you realize they were talking to you. Taking your gaze, they crack a toothy smile as they move closer so you're able to hear over the music - eyes watching their every step.
"What's going on with you and Dylan? Saw you two walk in and hanging around town before. She's never been so public with one of her partners."
The punch at the bottom of your cup tastes more bitter than you remembered as you sip from it. "It's nothing like that. Had a rough week so she offered to take me somewhere tonight. We're just friends."
The stranger frowns, but their pity never reaches their eyes. "Shame. Seems like she lucked out this time cause you're kinda cute. What's your name?"
"It's-
"None of your damn business."
The scent of department store cologne and tobacco assaults your senses as her hands fall at your waist. You can feel the weight of her glare over your shoulder as the stranger sheepishly backs away from promity to you and her line of sight. Gripping your waist, she pulls you to her chest - shooting an arm around your neck to keep you pinned in place as she swallows her visible anger with whatever's left in your cup.
"Baby.." She draws with that honeyedly sweet tone only she could channel, resting her head against your cheek with a sigh as she holds you close. "I leave you alone for a second and you run off with a stranger. Never pegged you as the type to break a poor girl's heart, but here we are."
The stranger looks between the two of you as her breath fans your ear through her laughter, confusion and a hint of disappointment clear on their face. "Sorry, Dyl.. Not trying to steal your date or nothing. They said you guys were just friends..."
"We are!" You argue, unsure of your own defense as her lips meet the skin of your neck. "we..are.."
Moving to your collar, her teeth close as her arms tight around you - biting down with no real force behind it, but enough to leave a sting. "All I know is if you're not out of my fucking sight in the next ten seconds we're gonna have a big problem on our hands and depending on how settling it goes there might be a few teeth on the floor."
The stranger opens their mouth-
"10...."
Turning tail as she opens hers. Watching as they flee, you finally wriggle out of Dylan's arms enough to shove her away. "What the hell was that, Dylan."
She shrugs, having the nerve to look upset as you raise your voice. "What? They were getting in your space so I helped you out. You're welcome by the way."
"They were just talking to me- Why bring me to a public place and go talk to somebody else if you didn't want me mingling with others. Why do you always insist we're just friends to people then turn around and act like my girlfriend when people trying to get to know me. Do you want me to end up miserable and alone?"
Something snaps in Dylan's eyes at your accusations. Grabbing a fistful of your shirt she yanks you back towards her - ramming her lips and tongue against your sealed mouth as she clutches your jaw, applying pressure to pry you open for her. The taste of liquor and the tobacco you smelt on her prior spills onto your tongue; the jewelry of her inner piercing clashing against your teeth as she robs you of breath and grasp on whatever grounding your relationship had before this. Her hand dips into your back pocket as her husky eyes into yours - voice dropping to a whisper so the watching crowd hasn't a clue what she says. All that matters is that you do and understand your place.
"What we are doesn't matter right now. Only thing that does is that you are mine. Don't let anyone put any silly ideas in that pretty head that make you think that you're not. Do I make myself clear?"
You swallow the air you had been holding.
"Do. I. make myself clear."
"..yea."
"Good." Her face relaxes into the smile you've grown accustom to as she pats your cheek. "Good. Say I'd hate to have to remind you, but I've been told I'm a bad liar."
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Silken Webs & Pirouettes - Miguel OâHara x Reader
Summary - Miguel has plotted the entirety of his adult life to perfection, always in control and always respected. He owns a successful business that he buries himself in to forget what he left behind. People fear him, women throw themselves at him. Yet one thing remains strong for Miguel, order. When a clumsy little ballerina twirls into his life with no skills other than looking pretty and standing on her tip toes, Miguel is in for more than just pink ribbons and flushed cheeks. Alternate Universe with most of the characters included as seen in "Across the Spiderverse." Many cameos ahead. Miguel is a successful business owner but personality is canon. This is a steamy reader insert, Miguel x You! Enjoy and pls leave me lots of love and comments as it keeps me motivated <333
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The strawberry blonde with bevelled locks complies, adorned in curled tresses and lilac cloth. It inches just below her bum. A twirling starlet for his hungry eyes. She catches them in a quick glance as she rounds her turn. Oh... Never mind then, they're unimpressed. She halts.
"Did I tell you to stop?" His voice is firm, cold, devoid of any sweetness like the warm and awfully bitter joe her father drinks this time of year when the ground is colored cream and the snowfall kisses flushed cheeks. The southern drawl peeks through her sweet, mousy little voice to greet the man before her. The suit he wears today is far too tiny for the muscles laced into is carmel skin, just like the rest of the ones stuffing his closet full.
"Well no but... I only did cause I can tell you don't like it."
He raises a sharp brow, fingertip scratching at the fresh stubble greeting his skin.
"You're right. I don't... but that doesn't mean I gave you permission to stop."
Lacy turns red, and yet the doll gives him another turn immediately. His eyes fall upon her bum. It's small and shaped prettily. Petite like the rest of her. But this lilac, ribbon clad number isn't pretty like her. Not to his eyes.
"You look like a slut."
Miguel is bold with his words, never once allowing his brain a second to gloss them over with second thought. Pretty, poor little Lacy gulps. She is flushed again.
"Well ain't that how you like me to look?"
He stares for a moment, tapping his index against his chin. He blinks slow, and assess her words for a moment. Then he stands, no- he towers rather over her small frame. She would cower if it wouldn't make her look so pathetic in front of the man she loves. He walks closer, words lacing each step he takes.
"Men like to imagine what's underneath. Like a Christmas present, Lacy. No one gets excited when itâs already been torn open... unwrapped.â
She gulps, icy blue eyes raising to meet his as he finally reaches her. A warm hand, even in December's icy clutches, meets her face. So gentle for a man so rough with her in silken sheets. It's why, of course. Why she loves him, a thing he can never know. He would kick her to the curb, and that's even scarier than keeping it a treasured little secret for her and her alone. She knows this because of Amber, the auburn haired girl and Rowan... the other blonde. Only three of the dozens that whispered those dreadful three words and got kicked to the concrete curb. It's just sex, that's all it is and ever allowed to be. That's what he told them all from the beginning, so they should know better.
Yet even through following these cruel rules, smart, sexy lacy adorned in lilac knows much better. She pouts, pink lip fighting not to quiver at the thought clutching her frozen and cold. His thumb gently strokes her alabaster cheek, and she whispers.
"You're growin' tired of me, ain't you?" She whispers it like it's the most heinous thing a human could say. His silence, the gentle exhale of breath that she hears just above the mandatory office Christmas playlist humming very quietly behind his oak door, to his dismay of course, all of it confirms her deep rooted fear. But maybe? He parts his lips to speak, her hope sprouts like springtime flowers in snow. But then?
"Sir, excuse me but this is urgent."
He stares at his pathetic little Lacy for a moment longer, eyes still pouring into hers as he responds to the pencil skirt peeking through the oak.
"What is it, Cindy?"
She pauses, "Sir, Javi had to leave due to an unfortunate family emergency."
Lacy's eyes drop, another moment longer of this torture and she's certain to start watering up. The dormant space between his eyebrows is pinched, almost pitiful looking. Yet his thumb still grazes her soft skin. So capable of focusing on his torn open present and the pencil skirt all at once.
"Okay?" He sounds annoyed, and he is.
"Sir, he was set to interview the new hire today. She's been waiting downstairs for about an hour."
He lets out another breath, sharper and more poisoned with undeniable annoyance. His hand drops from Lacy now.
"Then have one of my many other capable employees get the job done, Miss Moon. It can't be that difficult."
She winces, staring at her cautious reflection in his shiny tiles.
"Sir, tonight is the company's annual white elephant, remember? Morale? Miss Drew is hosting?"
He hates this time of year, truly and utterly despises it. And stupid little Cindy Moon? He hates her too, right now. His index and thumb lift to pinch at the bridge of his nose, shaking his head in exasperation.
"Then tell the hire to go find another place to work. We don't need any more useless hands around here."
Cindy frowns at that.
"Sir, with all due respect, we really could use extra hands around here... s-she's been waiting for an hour and it's the holiday season, she left twenty voicemails in the past week alone. Besides, after Daily Bugle's smear campaign about the lack of morale here, we would be stupid to make more enemies for them to put under the spotlight."
He hates her more now, because she's right. Lacy's head is still bowed but her peripheral is engullphed by emptiness once Miguel leaves her, collapsing onto the Italian leather throne tucked away in is desk.
"The stupid music and blue elephant wasn't enough, huh?"
Cindy Moon, she is payed enough for this of course, yet she is still frowning nonetheless.
"S' white elephant..." she cautiously corrects in a near silent whisper. His chocolate eyes narrow as he looks upon the girl. Her rapunzel-like, jet black hair tied up in a neat bun atop her head.
A moment passes, then another. Her horribly true words echo in his mind on repeat until he finally gives in.
"Send her up in five, I'll handle it. Get Lacy's coat, have someone escort her to her car."
If strawberry Lacy's frown could be any more prominent, it would. Yet that doesn't seem possible. He ignores her well, stacking his scattered papers into a neat pile and shaking his head as Cindy leads Lacy out.
Then? He waits for the mystery girl waiting anxiously downstairs... you.
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Constant Reminder
cw: Mafia AU, no curses, suggestive content, afab reader, major character death, hurt - no comfort
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The dimly lit room hummed with pulsating energy. Men dressed in fine suits filled the room, surrounded by a sea of scantily clad women who seemed to ooze seduction and desperation in equal measures. Amidst this lively scene, Kento sat alone at a corner table, his piercing gaze cutting through the haze of cigarette smoke as he nursed a glass of whiskey.
As the night wore on and drinks flowed freely, Kento's carefully cultivated network of informants worked their magic, extracting juicy secrets from unsuspecting businessmen. With each tidbit of information, Kento's power grew stronger, his influence reaching every corner of the city. This was his game - manipulating and controlling those around him through their deepest desires and darkest indiscretions. And he played it well, earning him the reputation of one of the city's most powerful men.
A hand lightly grazed against his shoulders, and he did his best to ignore it. But the woman, who owned the hand, was persistent as she planted herself on his lap. While most men would have welcomed such an opportunity, Kento was not one of them. He had to use all his self-control to keep from pushing her off of him.
"What the hell do you think you're doing," he grumbled.
"Kento," she purred into his ear, wrapping her arms around his neck. She leaned closer to him, exposing more of her chest as a blatant attempt at seduction.
Kento's eyes narrowed in a cold, stern glare." You should be working, we're busy."
"It's my night off." Daisy's finger, adorned with delicate red nail polish, glides over the contours of Kento's muscular chest
Daisy initially came to Tokyo for school but quickly became entangled in his world. Despite her attraction towards the underground businessman, he had no interest in being around her. His heart still belonged to someone who was no longer with him.
Kento's patience was growing thin, and his tone reflected this: "If you aren't working, you should go home. There's no point in staying here if you're not going to be useful to me."
Daisy pouted at his harsh tone, but her determination remained unshaken. As she leaned down to him, her lips trailed gentle kisses along his skin. "Why don't we sneak away to one of the private rooms and indulge in some playful fun?" she whispered seductively in his ear.
Kento's composure shattered in that instant. He forcefully pushed Daisy off his lap, her body crashing onto the hard floor. Her face twisted in shock. "Get out," he growled.
Fear took over her eyes, realizing her mistake in that moment. Quickly, she gathered herself, leaving his sight. She was at least smart enough to know he was not a man to test.
"How you can be so mean to such a beautiful woman I will never understand."
Kento sat back in his chair and tilted his head to better view his friend and business partner, who seemed to have materialized out of nowhere. "I didn't know you were going to be here Gojo. What do I owe this pleasure?"
"Can't a man just drop by to see his old pal?" Kento's narrowed gaze showed he knew there was probably some hidden purpose behind his visit. Gojo clicked his tongue, aware that Kento would likely brush him off anyway. He looked around the bustling club as another lucky guy was pulled towards the door that led to the private rooms. "I don't understand how you could turn down these poor girls who throw themselves at you."
"I'm not interested."
"You're seriously still hung up on that girl? It's been nearly two years."
Kento's chest tightened as he was overcome with bittersweet memories. The face of his former lover appeared in his mind, bringing back intense feelings of pain that time had failed to soften. He hadn't thought about her in a long time; she used to be the light in his life and motivated him to become a better person. However, he had waited too long to make changes.
The cool ocean breeze brought a new day through the open French doors. The sun shined softly through the window, illuminating the room with golden rays. Kento's gaze took in the sight of you sleeping peacefully on the bed. The thin sheet barely covered your form, revealing the beautiful marks scattered across your skin, a testament to your night of passion.
How did he get so lucky?
Almost three years had passed since you entered his life unexpectedly on a Tuesday afternoon. He had stopped at a nearby bakery to grab a quick lunch, exhausted and stressed from his day. In his haste, he wasn't paying attention and didn't notice you as he turned around, colliding with you.
He sighed and bent down to begin picking up his dropped items. He could hear your apologies, but when he looked up at you to tell you to stop apologizing, his whole world shifted in that moment like the air had been forced out of his lungs. You were the most stunning woman he had ever laid his eyes on.
He fell for you, hard.
He was a prominent figure in a notorious crime organization, and you were an ordinary individual who lived a quiet life. But he selfishly pursued you despite the dangers to you.
He went to great lengths to conceal his true profession and maintain distance between you and his more illicit dealings in the organization to keep you safe. But you were observant, and he had to come clean about everything to you. To his surprise, you stayed by his side, though you clearly disapproved of his work.
You sense Kento's eyes on you as you stir from your sleep. "Quit being so creepy," you mutter in your exhausted state.
Kento chuckled at your usual morning attitude. "Can't a man admire his beautiful girlfriend?"
You playfully smacked his arm, to which Kento only chuckled, "That hurt."
You rolled your eyes at his antics. "Oh please."
Kento embraced you, holding your body close to his. He nestled his face into the curve of your neck. "I love you," he murmured.
"I love you too," you whispered before a comfortable silence fell between you. The only sounds were the crashing waves and the chirping birds outside the open windows. Time seemed to stand still as you lay there, basking in each other's presence. But eventually, reality set in. "I have to leave for work soon."
"Don't go," he begged. "Quit. Be with me."
You sat up and lightly kissed Kento on the cheek before getting up to make your way towards the bathroom. "You know I can't."
Kento's heart ached as he recalled the last morning he spent with you. If he had known what would happen, he would have kept you in bed that morning. Instead, he was blinded by his happiness, oblivious to the dangers lingering in the background. As tears threatened to spill from his eyes, he couldn't help but replay the painful memories of that fateful day over and over again in his mind.
Gone.
The word echoed mercilessly in his mind, a cruel mantra of agony and disbelief.
The doctor's condolences were empty words, futile attempts to soothe the wildfire of emotions raging through Kento that day. He felt it all - raw, unbridled rage burning in his veins, gut-wrenching grief clawing at his heart, a sense of betrayal that threatened to consume him whole.
In an instant, his entire future shattered into a million pieces. The dreams of leaving the mafia behind and building a new life with you are all gone. It was too late. You were taken from him, a victim of his world.
Your blood would forever be on his hands, a constant reminder of his love's tragic end.
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childhood friend ningguang
A/N: This is just a little drabble, my Chuuya one is taking so long but i wanted to put something out anyways and i'm a lesbian before anything else so ofc its about my wife.
cw: bullying, slightly suggestive, fem reader
Childhood friend Ningguang who grew up in a similar situation to you: poor and struggling to survive. At first, it was hard to get along with her. There was no way you could ever accept another girl who was the same age as you, she was taking everyone's attention away from you! As a child, the only solution in your mind was to ruin her hair. Putting gum in her hair, stealing her brush, and pouring out her shampoo were not off the table. Of course, Ningguang was too proud to show how it affected her. She has never done anything to you before, there was no real reason she could think of for you to start to terrorize her. When Ningguang finally got her revenge, it only made you more angry. The âpranksâ only kept escalating and getting worse.
It all came to a stop one day when you found her curled up under a tree, crying her little heart out. You had just stolen the little bit of mora she had painstakingly saved up over a month. It wasn't meant to be that serious, but to her, all her hard work had gone to waste. The scene of her watery eyes and red cheeks made your heart ache. You couldn't help but feel guilty. The only thing you could do was try to make things better- to give her back the money and apologize. Surprisingly, despite all you had put her through, she forgave you. Letting you comfort her, holding her chubby little hands in yours.
From that, a friendship blossomed. As teenagers, you both used to walk from Yaoguang shoal to the south wharf, feet burning from the hot sand on your bare skin, gathering what little money you could to scrape by. Laughing and joking the whole day together. At this point, you both spent more time with each other than with your own families.
The hard economic times growing up, only made you and Ningguang closer as you get older. Moving in together as she started her business made you realize something- you can't breathe while she's around. It's so irritating. You hadn't felt so angry at her in a long time. Her stupid face in the morning- while she was still a little sleepy, drool drying on her chin- was still annoyingly beautiful. When she came back home from a long day, she would melt into the couch. Her body was relaxed and open, sighing softly, pink lips parted and letting out little groans of exhaustion. Did she have to be so loud?
Ningguang noticed your frustration, and she tried her best to appease you. She would clean the dishes before you even asked, baking you your favorite treats. But unfortunately it didn't help much, you could still feel that hollow and fiery aching in your chest.
As her business took off, she moved out, leaving you more alone than you had been in years. You still met up and tried to be civil but it wasn't that same anymore. Ningguang had come to care for you, there was no way in hell she was letting your friendship, something so dear to her, fade away. Extravagant dinners and expensive diamond jewelry were things frequently given to you by her. Trying to deny her gifts only made her insist more. There was a stack of presents from her building up in your closet, making it almost impossible to even shut the door.
Thinking back on how you treated her as children made you feel worse. A dull pain gnawing in your chest from how cold you used to be, and are again. Something definitely needed to change. So you start giving her small things back- what you can afford to give her anyways. Little hair clips are her favorite things to receive. Something small, made by your own hands, inexpensive but thoughtful. She knew it was hard for you to save up and buy her gifts, so it made her appreciate what you managed to give even more.
Every Saturday was now set aside to spend time with your best friend, you both dressed up and went out to have dinner and drinks. Ningguang always insisted on paying for these outings, she was so generous with her money when it came to you. Something made her strive to see you happy and healthy. Every time you sat across from her, her cheeks flushed, her lungs felt compressed, and her hands would get shaky. If you asked, she would probably build you your own mansion right there in Liyue harbor.
As you beg her to stop spending so much money on you, she can't help but smile. She would never stop, you're the most important person in her life. When you invite her over to your place afterwards, her smile fades. This is how you're living? You both had worked so hard to escape the poverty that had confined the both of you as children. Your âhouseâ was an empty studio apartment. You could barely afford furniture so there was only a small couch and coffee table in your living room. This time it was her who felt guilty. She was the one who didn't bother to ask about your situation. So she asked you to move in with her again.
At first you refused. There was no way you were doing this again. Not only would tensions rise again- but it was embarrassing. Needing help from your millionaire friend just to survive is humiliating. When Ningguang asked why, you didn't know what to say. It sounded childish but it was true, you were unnecessarily upset at her just for existing when you used to live together. But Ningguang is nothing if not persistent, so you finally gave in- gathering your things, everything she had gifted you over the years, and boxing it up. Moving it over to her house- the lavish jade chamber.
Living with her again was hard. Your heart was throbbing in your chest, your skin felt hot anytime she would come near you, and she had suddenly decided that it was acceptable to walk in on you while bathing. She didn't even take a second look, talking animatedly while you were flushed and embarrassed, trying to cover yourself. Nigguang seriously had no sense of boundaries. Day through day, Ningguangs hands would brush against your back and waist, pulling you closer. Her breath would fan over your neck, making your stomach flutter. Recently, at night she started climbing into your bed, searching for your warmth, claiming to feel cold in her own room. You saw the dirty looks her staff would give you after they saw Ningguang leave your room. Seriously, what got them in such a bad mood?
Ningguang didn't seem to notice how weird this all was, she was getting so clingy. Forcing you to sit on her lap while she works, and now, deciding it's okay to shower with you. Without asking first. When you let out a scream, asking what has gotten into her, she seems confused. It's just a shower. nothing else. Things are awkward the next morning. You don't know how to act around her, what can you even say? After she forces you to sit down and talk to her, she admits her feelings for you. It makes you realize you felt the same way. The dull ache in your heart wasn't from irritation. It was love. Love for the girl you had grown up with. Love for the generous woman she had grown into. Love for the women who to this day, refuses to give up on you.
After the confession, you started officially dating. Surprisingly, Ningguang could be even more liberal with her money. You couldn't even go a day without Ningguang doing something completely unnecessary for you. You could feel the maids glare at you when they walked past, but unfortunately for them, you were the one Ningguang picked.
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jiwoong's 'shared' friend? | a friends with benefits story ft. matthew
genre: smut, threesome, minors dni
pairing: jiwoong x female reader, matthew x female reader
about/tags: in which jiwoong and y/n invite matthew to play (2.2k+)
this is explicit smut, minors dni, begging, toys, spitting, orgasm denial, use of 'sir' and 'daddy', slight jealousy, fluff at the end
ââ˘âŕ¨ŕ§ââ˘â PART 1 HERE
The dorm is empty except for you and Jiwoong (and well, Matthew). Usually, youâd have your casual weekend fucks at your own apartment â away from all the members. But youâd insisted on spending your time in his place instead during the long weekend. Especially as most members chose to spend their break at their hometowns.Â
While Hanbin brought Hao, Gyuvin brought Ricky, leaving Matthew alone with Jiwoong. Jiwoong had also âmade plansâ to go home that weekend, inviting Matthew and convincing him with fun stories about his family. He honestly feels bad for lying to him.Â
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. SMUT UNDER THE CUT.
But how mad would Matthew be when youâre practically begging to be touched, your whines heard all the way from the other side of the dorm. And heâs benefitting from the sounds you emit, shamelessly jacking off in his room.Â
Jiwoong is making himself busy and actively not paying any attention to you. Heâs left his bedroom door wide open, with you tied up to the bannister with flimsy ribbon. Truth be told, you can easily undo the knots of the restraints. But you donât, youâre a good girl after all. However itâs becoming incredibly difficult to hold yourself together. The vibrator against your clit is driving you insane, and all you is to be fucked.Â
âJiwoong, please. Iâll be good, I promise.â
Still, he pays you no mind. Instead, heâs stirring the cup of coffee he just made. He faces towards you, and with the door left open he sees you struggle not to cum. Your eyes are closed, and youâre biting your lip so hard he thinks youâll bleed. Like the sadist he is, he doesnât do anything. Casually sipping his coffee âlike I said, babe. If you want to be touched, youâre going to have to ask Matthew.â
And at the sound of his name, the younger boy freezes. His movements on his shaft come to a stop, and out of fear, he pulls up his shorts quickly. Jiwoong turns to the other side of the kitchen where Matthewâs room is at. He knows that his door has been left slightly open with just enough room to peek at the situation in Jiwoongâs room. Said situation that almost drove Matthew to cum in his hands just a few seconds ago.
âMattchu-ah, I know youâve been watching itâs okay, you donât need to hide.â
Matthew feels a mix of shame and arousal when he comes out of his room, unsure of what to do with himself. Heâs never been in a threesome before. Jiwoong signals him to come closer, leaning against the counter as he lays down the ground rules.Â
âSheâs requested you, and since youâre too scared to make a move â I decided to play middle man and get things started for the both of you.â Matthew is gobsmacked at Jiwoongâs revelation. I mean, he did say he was more than okay with sharing, but Matthew didnât know he was being dead serious.Â
He pushes the coffee aside, âfirst, no kissing on the lips, she hates that. I usually let her decide whether she wants to. second, youâll have to ask her where she wants to take you, if youâll get to fuck her that way at all. And third, her safeword is daffodil. what are things youâre uncomfortable with?â Jiwoong asks nonchalantly.Â
Matthew blinks once, twice, thrice. Poor boy had difficulty processing all the information with his mind already clouded with horniness. He wasnât sure if this is a decision he should be making at all.Â
âMatthew, if you want in, youâre gonna have to respond to me. Otherwise Iâm more than happy to deal with y/n on my own.â Jiwoong gestures to where you are, and your moans bring him back to reality. Matthew glances at the door briefly â catching you in tears, vibrator in place, begging for him âMatt, please. It hurtsâŚâÂ
With a gulp, he looks Jiwoong in the eye âokay understood, daffodil I got it.â Then, Jiwoong leads Matthew into his room.Â
ââ˘âŕ¨ŕ§ââ˘âÂ
Jiwoong shuts the door behind him, and sits down on the bed next to you. He mercifully turns off the vibrator, as he brushes your hair away from your tear stained face.Â
âPoor baby, Iâm proud of you for holding off for so longâ. You let out a pathetic whine at the sudden loss of vibration. But at least Jiwoong is here finally, touching you. He places a soft kiss on your shoulder, âMatthewâs here baby, he wants to help you.âÂ
That was Matthewâs cue to come closer. You have no pride left as you try to claw at him, completely forgetting about your ribboned restraints. Matthew looks at Jiwoong for one last approval, and upon seeing him nod â gently undoes the knots around your wrists. When you're set free, he tentatively watches as you wrap your arms around his neck. "Touch me please, Matt" you whisper into his ear, as he eagerly removes his shirt and latches his lips to your neck. Matthew's brain is clouded, and all he can think about is how he finally gets to see and touch you like this â he thinks you're so beautiful, naked, and begging to be touched. Small whines escape your lips as he litters small purple kisses across your chest.
Jiwoong takes a backseat on the office chair across the bed and simply watches as Matthew explores your body.
âMatt, please. Please please pleaseâ is all you could let out. Your brain getting all fuzzy with how turned on you are â Matthew latching on to your breast and Jiwoong burning holes into your skin with his stare, slowly palming himself through his pants. Matthew's touches leaves you with goosebumps, and you let out a loud groan when he swirls his tongue on your nipple. You want him to take his tongue elsewhere.
âWaited so long to touch you, so Iâll take my time.â You didnât know Matthew had it in him to be a little mean. You wonder where the shy boy had gone as he shoves two fingers in your mouth, commanding you to suck. Pliant, eager to please, and hoping to cum, you do as youâre told. Sucking and swirling your tongue around his fingers. Matthewâs eyes darken and he removes his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva following it. Youâre drooling and about to cry, and with that Matthew couldnât resist anymore - he thinks you're so cute looking all desperate.
He remembers the time where you left him hard on the couch, the night when Jiwoong was running late. You had teased him with bold statements, straddling him and whispering dirty things to his ear. In an act of revenge he manhandles you, flipping you over and placing your body atop his in a second. You're so far gone that you donât register the change in position until you feel Matthewâs hot tongue on your clit.Â
The first few licks, gentle. Heâs testing how youâll react. Youâre whimpering like a puppy at this point, and chanting âpleaseâ like a broken record. He wastes no time in sucking harshly at your clit, gripping your thighs in place to prevent you from squirming or moving away. "Right there please, don't stop". Matthew wants to see you suffer the same way you did to him, and releases you from his grip ruining your impending orgasm. "ngh no, why?" you cry, gripping on to the headboard as support.
From across the room, Jiwoong chuckles "seems like Matthew's just getting his revenge from all your teasing last week baby". You look to Jiwoong, and hopes he can come save you. But he already knows what those eyes mean, and he's not going to give in so easily. "No baby. like I said if you want to be touched you'll have to convince Matthew."
You look at the younger boy and you feel small next to him. You swallow your pride, and beg one last time â "please sir, I'll do whatever you want. please just let me cum". Maybe it's the way you parted your swollen lips, quivering as you utter the word 'sir' that flicked a switch in Matthew. He's done trying to torture you, he wants you just as bad.
"Since you asked so nicely, I'll reward you" he says as he shoves two fingers inside you, thumb lapping at your clit. He finds that gummy spot inside you, and you shudder against his ministrations. You cum embarrassingly fast, and Matthew pinches at your clit mid-high, overstimulating you. You yelp, and fall limply on Matthewâs chest, shaking from the waves of your orgasm.Â
Matthewâs fingers are coated with your arousal, and he sits you up properly to check on your previously limp figure. As if Jiwoong read his mind, âY/n can you take more or are you done for the night?â Your head snaps, and you take a look at Matthewâs flushed face, his eyes hooded and cheeks red. Your post-orgasm brain is starting to clear up, and you want to thank Matthew properly. "I can take more" you say, determined.
You look down and find Matthewâs tent in his shorts, instantly feeling bad that youâre the only person in the room who got to cum. Undoing his zipper, you let out his cock and he hisses at contact of cold air. You make brief eye contact with Jiwoong, and heâs surprised too. While Matthew isnât longer in length, heâs definitely girthier than what youâre used to. âSir youâve been so nice to me, let me repay the favor.â You hold his cock in your hand, and it spasms - precum leaking out. You begin stroking him gently and he throws his head back in relief. âF-fuck, y/nâ he hisses.Â
âCmon baby, youâre the one that wanted Matthew in your bed, thatâs the best you can do?â Jiwoong taunts. Heâs right, you can do so much better. You didnât plan on doing this, but you place yourself to straddle him â taking a glance at Jiwoong, as if asking permission that it would be okay. He nods gently to give you the validation that you need.Â
âY/N are you sur-'' Matthew's sentence is cut short as you sink down on him. Biting your lips to prevent yourself from groaning in pain â youâll need adjustment to his size. He holds your hips steady, knowing that youâll need some time before you both move. With you on his lap, eyes closed and breathing out slow breaths, he knows youâre trying your best to adjust quicker. Matthew wants to kiss you for trying so hard to make him feel good, but he knows thatâs your boundary.Â
Instead, he distracts the both of you by placing kisses on your neck, marking down to your breasts. He playfully and gently bites on your nipple, and thatâs enough to bring you to reality. You start to bounce up and down his cock, moaning his name freely. His head is thrown back, though he has to remind himself to keep watching you âwanting to keep the image of you on his cock burned into his brain. Obscene squelches resonate throughout the room, your vision gets a little blurry as you lose sense of your surroundings. Matthew notices you slowing down, taking charge of the pace as he harshly thrusts into you as you sink down on him. You let out a loud moan, âOh my god, do that again.âÂ
Then, Matthew remembers heâs not the only other person in the room. âJiwoon hyung, youâre not going to join?â. You're still desperately grinding on to Matthew, and he halts your hips in order to reposition the both of you in favor of his hyung. Now, youâre on all fours. Jiwoong walks over to where your head is, he lifts your chin up with his finger and looks you in the eye. He has an unreadable look on his face â stoic, unfeeling. He is a good actor after all. So you suggest something that you know cheers him up each time. Â
âKiss me?â you ask, fluttering your lashes at Jiwoong. He leans down to your face, lips ghosting over yours before saying âonly good girls get kissesâ. Then, Jiwoong grabs your face by the jaw, forcing your mouth open. âYouâll take what daddy gives youâ as he spits in your mouth. Immediately, you swallow.Â
âThank you daddyâ you beam as you make yourself useful. Jiwoong looks somewhat satisfied as you reach down his pants to free his cock. You spare all the teasing as you know he's not in the mood for it, and take him wholly by your mouth. Jiwoong fucks your mouth mercilessly, tip hitting the back of your throat several times. Meanwhile, Matthew is still thrusting into you from behind. It takes extreme focus to keep at your task with Jiwoong, you don't wanna disappoint daddy.
It's getting increasingly difficult to stop yourself from gagging at Jiwoong's movements. After a particularly hard thrust from Matthew, you yelp, momentarily releasing Jiwoong from your mouth. âFaster Matthew, she can take itâ Jiwoong commands. The younger obeys, and quickens his pace into you. Jiwoong forces your jaw open and inserts himself in your mouth once again. Your moans are muffled, sending vibrations to Jiwoongâs length.Â
Based on your expression, Jiwoong knows youâre close. âBaby, are you gonna cum?â he fucks into your throat, and you gag as a response. Still, you keep him in your mouth, head bobbing and cheeks hollowing out. As you make good work at Jiwoongâs length, Matthew lets out a deep groan. Thatâs when you notice Matthew stilling in his place, pulling out and painting your ass cheeks in white. âShit. fuck.â he curses under his breath. Matthewâs body limps as he rests against the headboard.Â
With that, Jiwoong calls it off. âAww, looks like play timeâs over for both of youâ Jiwoong states.
Jiwoong removes your hands and mouth from his length and pulls his boxers back up. âWait, but youâre still hard, let me make you feel good daddyâ you protest, but heâs stern when he looks at you. âI said, play timeâs over, princess.âÂ
Again, you can't read that tone and that stoic face he has plastered on. Youâre mostly confused, especially with the sudden lack of physical touch from well, any one. Daddy always lets you cum at least twice, so you try to bargain âbut I didnât get to cum for a second time...â Jiwoong looks down at you smugly, âI said Matthew could help you, not me. And by the looks of it, heâs in no position to helpâ.Â
Heâs right by the way, Matthew looks spent. Youâre used to multiple rounds with Jiwoong, and Matthewâs endurance isnât as high in that regard. Jiwoong throws Matthew his shirt and shorts, and tells him to clean himself up. Matthew mumbles something about having a great time, and heâs off to the shower.Â
Youâre left naked on Jiwoongâs bed as he fetches a glass of water. He reenters the room, water and washcloth in hand, and silently takes one of his shirts to clothe you in it. He hasnât said anything else since Matthew left the room, and you wonder if this was a good idea at all. Youâve never had a threesome with any of Jiwoongâs close friends, and you have a feeling that it bothered him more than he thought it would.Â
Heâs wiping your thighs with a washcloth, when you take it from him. You look him in the eye when you ask âis something wrong, Jiwoong?â. He sighs loudly, comfortably taking a seat next to you. "Sorry I didn't let you cum" he looks really apologetic, ashamed even, with eyes glued to the floor. "It's okay, I still enjoyed it", reassuring that it's no big deal. In this moment, Jiwoong's feelings are more important.
"Can you tell me what's wrong?" you gently ask, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to get him to look at you. Head down, as if physically paining him to admit âI think...I hated that, surprisingly I couldnât stand seeing Mathew with you like that..didn't look like you needed me at all actually...â he trails off. He canât seem to look you in the eye, so he places his head by the crook of your neck instead. You run your hands through his hair, âwell thank you for thinking of me, but you didnât need to push through with it if you werenât comfortable with it, woong.âÂ
âI know, I know. I just thought I wouldnât be bothered by it. This was never an issue before.â Jiwoong responds, pertaining to your past escapades with other people. He removes his head from your neck and looks at you, then your lips. You give him time to say something, but he doesnât.Â
âLetâs talk about it some other time, woong. I think weâre both tired.â He hums gently, agreeing with you. Again, he looks at your lips. With that, you lean forward and kiss him. You feel the tension in his shoulders and neck melt away at the kiss, and you open your mouth slightly for his tongue to enter. He pulls at your bottom lip, and you let out a small smile.Â
âFor the record Jiwoong, you donât have to ask permission anymore if you want to kiss me. Kiss me whenever, wherever.â Heâs slightly surprised, and heâs hoping that his happiness doesnât show too much as presses his lips against yours again â but you can literally feel his grin as he kisses you sweetly.
Jiwoongâs bedroom door is still open, and Matthew watches as you and Jiwoong kiss each other with smiles on your faces. He has a feeling that what happened just a few minutes ago would be the first and last time.Â
So, I guess Jiwoong does have a sharing problem after all.Â
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PART 1 HERE
A/N: special mention to rose who fed me a few ideas!! also YEAH maybe Jiwoong does like Y/N that way
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Heel to her Master, ch 2 - Sandor Clegane x reader
Read on AO3
Chapter 1 here
Summary:Â The handmaiden finds him terrifying yet intriguing. The Hound finds her wildly attractive. He stakes his claim. Warnings:Â Eventual smut, dub con, public humiliation, bdsm, Master/pet dynamic
The handmaid was walking with lady Sansa, enjoying a promenade through the beautiful blooming gardens. The gardens were her favourite part of Kingâs Landing save for the taverns. Sansa blabbered on about some song she used to sing as a child, and they spoke of her upbringing in the North. The handmaid said she would love the visit the North sometimes, and it seemed to sadden Sansa. She probably didnât expect to return there again after the death of her father and after king Joffrey had begun showing his true colours.
   It wasnât long before the king and his guard dog approached them in the garden. Sansa and the handmaid both curtsied to the king, then the handmaid looked away as her lady and the king spoke. She felt the Houndâs eyes burning holes into her as they always did. She wondered what kind of magic was bestowed upon him to make her feel like this. To grant her the desire to step closer to him, but not the courage to meet his eyes. He seemed to eat her up with his gaze and she found her knees weak. Last night she had touched herself again to the fantasy of him, of calling him her Master while he did unspeakable things to her body.
   âEscort Sansaâs handmaid back to the castle, sheâs not needed anymore,â Joffrey spoke. Her eyes snapped to him and then to Sansa. Lost in her thoughts, she had failed to realise that the king wanted to take his lady for a walk alone. The Hound nodded and grabbed the handmaidâs arm roughly.
   âWait-â she burst out without thinking. Shockingly, the Hound let her go.
   âCatch up,â he muttered and began walking. She said her goodbyes to Sansa and gave the girl a hug, hoping to leave her with an act of kindness before the boy king destroyed it all. She jogged to catch up with the Hound, briefly wondering why she had to be escorted.
   âGood girl, heel to your Master,â he said once she caught up and placed herself on his left hand side. Her eyes went wide and she almost choked on her own spit. Had she just misheard him? Given by the smug smirk on his lips, she had not. She thought it best not to reply.
   âWhereâs the king taking Sansa?â she asked a few moments later. The Hound pushed her up the stairs unceremoniously. So rough, all the time, that man.
   âYouâll mind your own business if you know whatâs good for you,â he said. âBut you donât, do you, pup?â He backed her up against the nearest wall and she realised he had led her into the castle through a back door and they were all on their own, with no one in the corridor. Her voice wavered when she spoke.
   âWhat do you mean?â she asked. He was so tall, towering over her. His gloved hand came up to grab her chin, forcing her to look at him. When he gave no answer she continued. âWe shouldnât be all al-â  âYou shouldnât be all alone with someone like me. Who knows what could happen to a poor little pup like you? Stupid little girl⌠you havenât got a clue, have you? What theyâre saying about you?â His voice was dark and coarse and he leaned in closer. The handmaidâs breath hitched and her knees were weak. The Hound still held her chin firmly with his thumb and forefinger, squeezing and holding her in place when she tried to turn her face away from him. Her body was frozen cold in fear, yet it burned with desire.
   âWhat who is saying?â she mumbled, fighting back tears in her eyes. The Hound chuckled darkly.
   âYou gonna cry for me, girl? Would be a pretty sight.â He licked his lips, looking down at her hungrily.Â
   âPleaseâŚâ she pleaded, not knowing what for. The Hound groaned, making her eyes widen again. His eyes roamed her body, landing on her breasts for a second before looking in her eyes again.  âBeg, too? Must be my lucky day. Maybe theyâre right about you after all. Maybe you really are that stupid.â He let her go. âGo on, back to work with you,â he said and backed off, turning away to return to the his post by the king. A sudden rush of bravery washed over the handmaid.
   âWait! What are they saying about me?â she asked, needing to know. The Hound stopped and looked back at her. He grinned, and she swore this time he looked even more smug than before.
   âThey say when Iâm not looking, you look at me like a whore does a Lannister. Now back to work, pup.â The Hound left her standing there with her mouth hanging open in shock.
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So when you get the chance đđźđđź Olly, vin jin, self loathing/heat mode Danielâs reactions to a strong fem reader that fights well and is very witty and seems angry a lot. With smut if ur down?? I was thinking of different ways sheâd meet the characters like, Vin Jinâs would be at school and the reader is sick of him bullying Duke so she tells him to fight her, Ollyâs I feel like would be the reader is in a different crew and he was pissing her off so it escalated to a fight⌠SL Daniel too? To fight him from another crew? Despite knowing all these men are way too strong for their own good likeâ
YES VIN DEFINITELY FITS FOR THIS SCENARIO!!
authorâs note ; i feel olly too but whatâs the point if bro doesnât feel anything? but letâs imagine that we are fucking magicians and olly was possible to feel â¨little somethingâ¨. and sorry, i didnât include danny, i just canât imagine him messing with girls, he is baby and total patootieđđŤśđť
authorâs note 2 ; OMG SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG TO RESPONSE
tw ; f!body reader, suggestive, fighting, AGELESS BLOGS DNI, nsfw part w/ olly
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vin jin
The bell rang, signaling the end of another monotonous school day. The hallways were bustling with students, each minding their own business, except for a few who were engrossed in a particular scene. In the center of the commotion stood Vin Jin, his trademark sunglasses glinting under the fluorescent lights as he cornered Duke. The boy, known for his rap skills, was visibly uncomfortable.
"You call that rap? My grandma could spit better bars," - Vin taunted, his voice full of mockery as he held up a notepad with lyrics for new songs. Duke, trying to muster some courage, opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by a sharp, female voice.
"Leave him alone, Vin."
It wasnât that you was protector of every weak ones, but seeing and hearing that coward Vin Jin mercilessly attacked Duke, that poor guy, was miserable, to say less. You, and actually everyone who have eyes could say that this pathetic asshole is just trying to establish himself at Dukeâs expense. Plus he was loud, he interrupted you from studying, so teaching him little lesson wonât hurt your next lecture preparation, right?
"What the fuck do you want from me, woman?" - Vin turned to face you, a smirk playing on his lips. You stepped closer, eyes locked onto his. "You know, i'm sick of you bullying Duke. If you want to prove how strong you are, why don't you fight someone who can actually fight back?" - a murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd. Vin's smirk widened. "You think you can take me on?" Without waiting for a response, you dropped your backpack to the ground and squared your shoulders. "Let's find out."
Vin chuckled, rolling his shoulders. "I don't fight girls, sweetheart. But I'll play along." He extended his fist towards you, feigning nonchalance. "Rule number one, usually, guys start with a pun-"
Before he could finish his sentence, you grabbed his fist, twisting it with precision and force. In one swift motion, you yanked him forward, using his momentum against him. The moment before his body met the floor, you wrapped your legs around his neck, and completing the grip, slammed his head harder into the floor. With agility and strength, you rolled, twisting his arm, pinning him to the floor. Before he could react, you wrapped your thighs around his neck harder, locking him in a tight scissor hold.
Vin struggled, trying to break free, but you tightened your grip, the muscles in your legs flexing as you held him down. His face was inches from your crotch, his breath coming in short and hot gasps.
"Rule number two, fuck your 'guys usually start' " - you taunted, tightening your hold slightly. Vin gritted his teeth, his face flushed with both effort and embarrassment. "Get off of me!" He puffed with an anger.
You leaned in closer smirking, lowering your voice and whispering in playful manere. "Not until you promise to leave Duke alone."
Vin's eyes narrowed, pride didn't allow him to give up so easily, but the same pride reminded him that some girl threw him to the floor, twisted him in front of the whole class, and even dared to set her own conditions. For Vin, this was a real blow to his enormously inflated ego.
"Fine, fine... I promise. Now get off of me, bitch" - all flushed he hissed into your thighs. You released him, rolling away and standing up. When you was about to leave the class you turned to Duke - "you heard him, he won't touch you anymore."
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That evening, the school was empty, the silence almost eerie. You were alone in the gym, practicing your moves, when the door creaked open. You turned to see Vin leaning against the doorframe, his sunglasses gone, revealing his intense gaze.
"Couldn't stay away, huh?" you teased, not missing a beat. Vin walked towards you, his expression serious. "I intend on gaining revenge on you"
You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms, studying him. "Listen, I was just protecting that guy. I said then, I will say now - if you want to prove how strong you are, find an opponent to match you, and to establish yourself at the expense of the weak⌠well, this is not just stupid, but disgusting." You sighed, turning away from Vin and intending to leave the ring. "Besides, you already lost to me, did you really enjoyed being caught by a girl that much?â You smiled to yourself.
A strong grip grabbed your elbow, sharply and roughly yanking you back, turning you towards your interlocutor. Vin stepped closer, his gaze never leaving yours. "Now, I want to see just how strong you really are." The air between you crackled with tension. You took a step back, but he followed, closing the distance.
Who does this bastard think he is? Fueled by adrenaline and anger, you delivered a series of sharp blows to his chest with your foot, each one eliciting a grunt from Vin. Your final strike aimed directly at his crotch, but he was quicker than you anticipated. With a swift, powerful motion, he countered with a direct blow to your side, sending you sprawling.
Ignoring the pain, you jumped to your feet, determination blazing in your eyes. You darted behind him, your hands finding purchase on his powerful shoulders. Deftly dodging his grasp, you swung both legs over his neck, crossing them at the back of his head. Your body twisted gracefully, almost cradling his face between your thighs.
You hadn't expected Vin to be so resilient. Despite your hold, he remained on his feet, his strength undeniable. He gripped your waist with surprising force, his defiance infuriating.
Such impudence even took your breath away. With both hands raised, you brought your elbows down hard on his head, striking repeatedly. Each blow was meant to weaken his resolve, but Vin's endurance was formidable. With a swift, desperate maneuver, he spun 90 degrees, knocking both of you to the ground. The impact jarred you, the air rushing from your lungs as your back hit the floor. Vin, though still trapped between your thighs, managed to clasp his hands around your neck, his grip firm but not cruel.
"Give up," he croaked, his voice strained yet determined.
You met his gaze with fiery defiance and squished his neck harder with your thighs. "Only after you, overgrown gremlin," you hissed furiously. Without taking your angry glances off each other, none of you intended to let go first.
When suddenly the Vin's grip weakened.
Before you could react, he pulled you into a kiss, his lips crashing against yours with a fierce urgency. The unexpected intensity of the kiss caught you off guard, but you responded with equal fervor, your hands tangling in his hair. The kiss deepened, filled with a passion neither of you had expected.
And yet, not wanting to lose, you took advantage of the moment, and moving your legs to his sides and pretending to hug his shoulders, you rolled both of you, so that you were now sitting on top.
When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless, eyes locked in a silent understanding. "Looks like the fight is over," - you whispered, your voice a mix of challenge and desire.
Vin smirked, his hands slipping to your waist. "No, it's just beginning."
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olly wang
Olly had a reputation for getting under peopleâs skin. As the head of his gang, he knew how to push buttons and provoke reactions. Today was no different.
His laughter echoes down the narrow alleyway as he approaches, his eyes glaming with mischief. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Not happy to see me?" he taunts, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
You clench your fists, your gaze unwavering. "You never know when to shut up, do you, Olly?" His grinning widens. "That's what makes this fun."
Without another word, you lunge at him, your movements fluid and precise. Olly is ready, deflecting your initial strikes with practiced ease. Your fight is a dance of aggression and skill, each move calculated, each strike intended to maim.
He dodges your right hook, countering with a jab to your ribs. You grunt but donât back down, spinning on your heel to deliver a devastating roundhouse kick. Your massive heel connects with his jaw, sending him staggering. Sometimes there were advantages to coming to the showdown after the club. Without giving him time to come to his senses, you grab him by the dreadlocks, pulling his head down and delivering a knee strike right in the face. Without wasting a second, immediately going behind his back and stretching the wire, throwing it over Ollyâs neck, starting to choke him.
He struggles, his vision blurring as he claws at the wire. With a roar of desperation, he slams you into the nearest wall, knocking the breath out of you and forcing you to release your grip. He throws you to the ground, your body hitting a nearby car with a sickening thud. Gasping for air, you lie on the ground, struggling to regain your breath. Olly approaches, his steps deliberate, his eyes dark with intent. He looms over you, ready to deliver the final blow. Just as he raises his fist, you grab a piece of reinforcement from the ground, swinging it with all your might.
The metal connects with Olly's head, and his world explodes into stars. He staggers, his vision swimming, but manages to stay on his feet, adrenaline pushing him forward. He shakes his head, trying to clear his vision as you charge at him again.
Your fight continues, more brutal and desperate than before. You move with the precision and power of a trained fighter, your strikes hard and relentless. Olly is no slouch either, his movements fluid as he counters your attacks. You circle each other, exchanging blows, neither willing to back down.
âWhatâs the matter, Olly? Canât handle a woman who fights back?â - you taunt, your breath coming in quick bursts as you pause for a moment.
Olly wipes a trickle of blood from his lip, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pain and admiration. âYouâre good, Iâll give you that. But Iâm not done yet.â
You clash again, the sound of your struggle echoing through the deserted street. But as the fight wears on, something changes. The anger and aggression begin to morph into something else. The adrenaline coursing through your veins, the intensity of your movements - it all seems to ignite a different kind of fire.
You swing at Olly, but he catches your wrist, pulling you close. Your faces are inches apart, both of you breathing hard. The electricity between you is palpable.
âIs this what you wanted?â Olly murmurs, his voice low and rough.
Your eyes flicker with surprise. Without warning, Olly closes the distance, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss. You hesitate for a split second before responding, your hands tangling in his hair as you kiss him back with equal fervor. The fight forgotten, you are consumed by a different kind of battle, one driven by lust and need.
Ollyâs hands roam over your body, feeling the strength and heat beneath your clothes. He pushes you against the wall, your kisses growing more urgent. You moan softly, your nails digging into his shoulders as you pull him closer.
âOlly,â - you breathe, breaking the kiss to look into his eyes. âThis doesnât change anything between our gangs.â
âMaybe not,â - he replies, his voice thick with desire. âBut right now, itâs just you and me.â
You make quick work of your clothes, the urgency of your need overriding any thoughts of rivalry or conflict. Ollyâs hands explore every inch of your body, memorizing the feel of your skin, the way you respond to his touch. You are equally aggressive, your touch leaving marks on his back as you guide him to where you want him.
When Olly finally enters you, it is with a growl of satisfaction. You gasp, your legs wrapping around his waist as he thrusts into you with a powerful, steady rhythm. Your movements are frantic, driven by the intensity of your emotions and the thrill of your unexpected connection.
âFuck, (y/n),â - Olly groans, his lips brushing against your ear. You respond with a deep moan, your hips meeting his thrusts. The pleasure builds rapidly, the tension between you reaching a fever pitch. When- Before he can react, a distant voice cuts through the haze.
âBoss! Boss!â The urgency in the voice pulls him out of the moment. Ollyâs subordinate is shaking him urgently, and suddenly he realized that he have slipped into a daze. The alleyway is as it had been, but youâre gone.
âBoss, are you alright?â The subordinate asks, concern etched on his face.
Olly groans, rubbing the spot on his head where you had struck him. The reality of your fight comes rushing back, the smutty fantasy dissipating like smoke. He pushes himself up to his feet, scanning the alley for any sign of you, but you are nowhere to be found.
"I'm fine," he mutters, though he feels anything but. The encounter has left him rattled, not just physically but mentally. He had underestimated you, and the intensity of your fight - and whatever had transpired in his dazed mind - lingers in the air.
As he walks away, he can't shake the feeling that this is far from over. Your rivalry has reached a new level, and he is determined to face whatever comes next. But for now, he needs to regroup and recover, his mind haunted by the dream that had felt all too real.
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Jenna Ortega x female reader.
where R saves Jenna from a creepy fan/St4lk3r
They try to touch her and make her uncomfortable (kidnapping attempt if you want extreme shit) and R butts in and helps her
After that Jen has a panic attack but R finds and comforts her
by all means feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable
Situations
Situations 2, situations 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Jenna Ortega x reader
Tw: mentions of assault
Walking around California alone after sunset wasnât always the best idea, a lot of people knew. There were people who just waited for you to not pay attention, there were men who cat called you, some who went further and there were high ones that will always try to touch you in some way. Of course there were also some normal ones that were going for a walk and some that were just high looking for the beach.
You didnât plan on walking that far but that night the weed just hit a bit harder than normally and it was actually a really beautiful night. Riding your skateboard thru the city while gazing at the stars was beautiful and you were deep in your thoughts until you heard a shriek not far away.
You thought about ignoring it but the muffled scream that followed made you ride faster towards the sound. Even tough you were still kinda high you immediately saw what was going on, a petite brunette was cornered by some dude who towered over her. The girl caught your eye, the pleading look in her eyes made your blood boil.
âHey, step away from the girl manâ you called out as you walked further towards them. The guy wasnât stupid, he really chose the darkest alley he could find. âThis isnât your business, so fuck offâ he called out and closed in on the poor woman. âLook, Iâve had a great night until now and I really donât feel like fighting. So why donât you step away so I donât have to step in even further?â You tried to be reasonable, you didnât want to scare the girl even further.
âWhy donât you go and mind your own fucking business? The slut was clearly asking for it and the money I will make with pictures of her nakedâ you could hear his smirk and that was the moment you were done being reasonable. You walked closer until you could grab his shoulder to pull him around. The fist that collided with his face broke his nose before pushing him to the ground. After kicking him once more for good measure you turned to the brunette who was still pressed against the wall.
âAre you alright hun?â You asked carefully, keeping your distance so you wouldnât scare her. Slowly extending your hand in case she wanted some comfort. It took a minute before she took your hand. Softly grabbing her hand you pulled her into the light where you first noticed two things; one: the girl seemed familiar, two: she was breathing heavily and had tears streaming down her face.
âItâs alright, Iâm here and he wonât be able to get to you again alright?â You looked at her with concern in your eyes, your thumb rubbing over her hand. âIâm sorry but you seem familiar⌠whatâs your name darling?â Her breathing started to pick up again which caused you to quickly wrap her in your arms. âItâs alright, you donât have to tell me. Take a breath with me ok? InâŚ. And outâ carefully guiding her to take deep breaths while rubbing her back.
When she calmed down a bit she pulled away and mumbled âJenna Ortegaâ and watched the wheels in your head turn. âYouâre the chick from the new series⌠Wednesday, right?â You finally asked, a bit embarrassed that you didnât recognize her immediately. She nodded grinning up at you âyouâre pretty high huh?â She giggled when you nodded scratching the back of your neck.
Her giggling quickly stopped when you heard a groan and saw the guy from before coming out of the alley trying to grab the girl again. You pushed her behind you before stretching yourself so you could tower over the guy. âI told you to leave her alone didnât I?â You smirked before hitting him again but this time way harder. He fell to the ground again.
You quickly called the police before turning to the girl who seemed to be gone. Confused you looked around until you saw her sitting pressed up against the wall with her legs against her chest and her face buried between her knees. âJenna?â You carefully whispered as you came closer. The girl didnât even look up which caused you to worry even more, âJenna!â You said a bit louder and crouched down in front of her.
The soft touch on her knee seemed to get her out of her trance, her hands were shaking and sweaty, her breath shallow and her face covered in tears and ruined mascara. âOh darling, itâs alright. The police will be here soon and until then Iâm protecting youâ you reassured her holding out your hands again. Her shaking hands touched your steady ones which seemed to calm her a bit. âIâm gonna put one of your hands on my heart to calm you a bit. Is that okay?â You whispered out which caused her to nod.
With her hand on your heart, your other hand brushing thru her hair and the constant whisper of reassurances it took around 10 minutes to calm her down. âThere we go, pretty girlâ you said in a low voice while your hands came to her face so your thumbs could wipe away the tear stains on her face. She giggled slightly which caused you to smile.
Jenna was exhausted. Exhausted and confused, how could a girl that she just met make her feel so safe and valid? It was scary but at the same time it felt right, just right.
She couldnât help but lean her head onto your shoulder when you decided to move from in front of her to sit next to her. âThank youâ she mumbled out while looking straight ahead. âNo need for thatâ
A couple of minutes later the police came. The whole time you didnât leave Jenna alone, her hand was clawing at yours every time you tried to give her space. âSo what exactly happened miss Ortega?â One of the cops asked her as he pulled out a paper. âI was trying to get some steps in and as I walked along the street I was pushed into the alley, the man⌠he cornered me. Then heâŚhe trâŚhis handsâŚ.â She started to cry again so you decided to step in. âI think you can guess what happened nextâ you told him squeezing the girls hand.
After everything was done the police took the guy away and you were, again, left alone with the actress. She looked around nervously and when you tried to Step a bit away her hand immediately shot out to grab your wrist. âWait⌠can you walk me home?â Her voice got progressively lower but you could still understand her. âI wasnât going to let you walk alone, just getting my skateboard, darlingâ you could see a light blush forming on her cheeks before you kicked up the board.
âLead the way hunâ you fell into step next to her. The whole way you guys talked, it felt nice. Itâs been a while since Jenna met someone who didnât treat her any differently because of her popularity. But you saved her even before you knew who she was. It felt nice, great even.
âI live hereâ she said when you stopped in front of a house. âAlright Jenna, it was nice to meet you. Really sucky way to meet you but stillâ you told her rubbing the back of your neck again. A habit when you were nervous. You wanted to ask if you could get her number but you were scared that she would feel like she had to because you saved her.
âCan I have your phone for a sec?â She asked as you were still overthinking the whole situation. Still in trance you gave her your phone only snapping back to reality when she pushed in back to you. âText me ok?â She leaned in to kiss your cheek before walking to the door. âThanks again for saving meâ she said and disappeared into the house.
You stood there still shocked about what just happened. Opening your phone you saw a new contact âJenna <3â you were grinning stupidly as you put your phone away and rode back home.
The moment your back hit the bed you pulled out your phone again.
Jenna<3
You: hey itâs y/n
#reader insert#brooooswriting#jenna#jenna ortega x y/n#jenna ortega x you#jenna ortega#jenna ortega x reader#wednesday addams x reader
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âSlow it down, Make it bouncyâ
CW: Lactation kink, Sub Zoro, Nicknames (mommy, papa, baby, sweetie),Smut, Family AU, Titty fucking, Oral (m!receiving), mommy kink (jus in case)
PAIRING: Zoro x Blk!FemReader
WC: 1.1K
đŤ§đŻď¸: I had so much fun wrting this one omg, im always weak for a flustered man. anyways, tyyy SO MUCH for the support ive been receving on all my fics! it means so much to me. so pls enjoy this and ngl i was falling for reader a lil bit like hold awn. Also going thru some of my previous work I do realize that i need to do a little proof read lmao..i apolgise if theres any errors on this.
MINORS DNI
(bounce)
You and your husband have been terrorized by your little infant, crying, screaming, and throwing tantrums. It was almost impossible to get her to calm down, but when she did it wasnât for long. When she was asleep you would try your best to quickly tidy up all her toys and her highchair just so you can have some peace of mind. Zoro was also a great help too, when It came to take care of the baby. He would give her bubble baths, feed her, and keep her entertained while you're trying to catch up with some sleep. Even though with all the pain and frustrations you canât bring yourself to be mad at the situation at all.Â
But due to all of that you and Zoro had barely any time to even sleep in the same bed?!? As you were busy taking care of the baby, Zoro was also preoccupied with work. You guys had no time at all for each other! So you come up with a brilliant idea, you drop off your little baby girl at your parents house for the weekend, and clean up the house. You take a nice steamy shower and put on your most seductive lingerie you own and waited.
Alerted by the sounds of the keys clicking, you stay in the bedroom awaiting your husband.
Leisurely, Zoro twists the bedroom door knob flinching at the provocative sight. You laying in bed, in a too tight lingerie laying down. You get up immediately and greet your husband. âHey baby, how was work?â you ask, giving him a fat kiss on his cheek.
âUh It was fineâ He says clearly startled by your appearance. âWhere's Kamora?â He asks scanning the room.Â
âI dropped her off at my parents, and trust me they are elated to see their granddaughterâ You reply tapping him on his chest.
âWhy?â
âBecause I wanted to have some us time, we've barely had any time for the both of us, alone.â You pout âPlus I wanna treat you, since you've been working so hard latelyâ you say trailing you acrylic down his chest. âWhat do you say papa?âÂ
Zoro positioned on the edge of your bed with you on your knees. You drag both his pants and his boxers down, and you are met with his throbbing dick. Marveling at it in all its glory you reach for the base and spit on it using it as a makeshift lubricant. Swiftly you start stroking in a vertical motion going up and down on his large cock. You can hear Zoro moan above, âYou like it like this?, honeyâ you whisper but just loud enough that Zoro can hear. Nodding his head you hear him let out a small whimper âYeaah let it all out for mamaâ You grin, with one hand still stroking, you bring your breast wrapping them around his dick.
      Bouncing up and down you envelop his dick within your large titties, going nice and slow. Using your hands you usher up your tits, swallowing up his poor penis. You feel it twitching, âBaby are you gonna cum?â You tease, pecking his tip. âItâs okay, cum all over mamas tittiesâ and as if it was on command zoro came all over your chest. âIt felt good didnât it?â You ask, letting out a small giggle..
âMhmmâ Zoro moaned.
Kissing his cock, you go down slowly leaving no area untouched and leaving salvia everywhere. Licking upwards you insert his tip between your lips. Gradually you admit his whole cock into your mouth. At a faster pace you start rocking back and forth, wrapping your warm tongue around his dick, taking it in so sloppily. Using your hands you enfold the rest of his fat cock and twist around in a fluid motion.You continue this for another thirty seconds until you feel zoro's dick tremor in your mouth. With no warning, you feel zoro's warm sticky cum lodges in your throat. Releasing his cock with a smooth âpopâ sound you smile, âOh my god baby, you are so sensitive. Have you missed me?â You muse grinning upwards looking at your husband's flustered face.
âyesâ Zoro shyly replies
âYou are so cute papaâ you marvel while rising up towards his face, leaning towards his lips and kissing him. He then opens his mouth and enters , bit by bit your tongue enters and works its way onto his. You push him down carefully so that now you are still on top of him. Still kissing, you bite down on his bottom lip and he lets out a small whimper.
You crawl down, now onto his pelvis region, you sensually remove your lingerie displaying your leaking cunt. You climb onto his dick, letting the slick from your pussy help ease it in. You gasp from sensation, continuing to position yourself upon his dick. You grab Zoro's still hands and situate them on your hips. âCmon baby you can't expect me to take all this by myselfâ you pout a lil teasing zoro. Hearing your pleas he strengthens his grip on your hips and assists down his dick.Â
âAhâ you cry out, feeling his dick all up in your vagina. Firmly you press your hands against his abdomen using it as support and start bouncing. You start going up and slowly, but once you get more comfortable you start going in a faster motion. Adjusting into smooth tempo, your ass smacking against his pelvis noises filling up the room, you whine from the movement. Feeling his dick sliding up and down your cunt. Wailing from how good it feels to be so full. Mesmerized, zoro studies your breasts as they follow the rhythm of your bounce. Guiding his fingers to your nipples, squeezing them. Milk spurts out.
âMmmâ You wail âYou can't do that, it's for kamora sweetieâ You say gasping, exhausted. Your legs are sore from the endless bouncing. Your hands still placed on his stomach, you pick up the pace, going faster. You feel Zoro squirming underneath you. âCum in me, i want another one please.â You plead, leading one of your fingers towards your tummy where his dick bulge is displayed. This drives him crazy and he shoots it up your pussy, painting your walls white. Your orgasm comes flooding down just right after. âAghâ you squeal out, collapsing down on Zoro's chest.
âNot too much, what about kamora?â you whine, gently tapping the side of zoro's face. Latched onto your right nipple draining all you have. You guys are laying down under yalls sheets, zoro as the little spoon indulging himself into your boobs.
âBut it's so sweet mommyâ Zoro sulks, leaving a small saliva trail on your titty.
âWell when you say it like that, only a little bit more ok?â
Zoro nods, and resumes sucking. Whilst you comb your hot pink acrylics through his short stubby minty hair
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how much do i have to pay you to write something with current canon show Aemond and Ysilla
absolutely CERO dollars (bc this has been in my drafts bEGGING to come out teehee)
âit is just gossip, my prince. something to pass the time between the smallfolk. words fill the mind when thereâs no food to fill the belly-â
âi said,â aemond cuts off the squabbling squire, his tone icy. âtell me what was said about the princess ysilla.âÂ
the boy pauses, the blood draining from his face and leaving behind a sunken gray parlor. when he speaks again, his voice quivers like a blade of grass in a storm.Â
âtheyâre saying sheâs pregnant. quick work by the blacks to solidify ties with the north. or with the riverlands. the word is, she is some moons along. so the⌠union must have taken place soon after your business with the late prince lucerys. many are saying cregan stark, the wolf of the north, must be the father as he is very committed to the blackâs cause. very committed to the princess and their coming child-â
âleave me.âÂ
the squire doesnât need to be told twice. he turns tails and scurries off, the heavy chamber door thudding shut behind him. the prince regent sits alone in the council room. all else is quiet, save for the war raging in his mind. Â
aemond shouldn't be surprised- he's not, in a way. bastards are rhaenyraâs specialty. certainly, she would implore her daughter to spread her legs and whelp out an alliance in the form of a babe. and if the father is indeed stark that fucking mongrel, how aemond wants to carve into his belly and pluck out his entrails until they are but a noose to hang him with then aemond knows he needs to tread cautiously.
âthis war will not be won with dragons alone.â fucking horseshit. he'll burn down winterfell on the morrow if he wishes, until there's nothing left but ancient ash and stone. he'll kill the wolf in his own den, lest he has not already made room for himself in ysillaâs bed.Â
unbidden, fantasies of his niece swollen and plump with life rush forth. pregnancy would suit her: the swell of her hips filling out, the golden gleam from her skin glowing bright, the blessing of her bosom busting out of her neckline.Â
another vision, of a swaddled little thing in green and gold blankets, cradled in her arms so tenderly. ysilla would coo and shush them with her sugar sweet voice, all the while the babe would suck milk out of her heavy, aching breast, the dusty rose of her nipple bitten and spit shiny.Â
green and gold blankets. a foolish fantasy⌠but fantasies, have no chance of coming true.Â
âyouâre pathetic. you and your lush of a brother ruin dinner and taunt my brothers into behavior that is unlike them, and you wonât even think of apologizing? our families are balancing such a fine line, and yet you dance on it with glee.â ysilla judges with such a biting clarity, she leaves no room for argument. she barged into his room like had the right to, and plucked the book he was reading right out of his hands and sent it flying into his wall. and now, she subjects him to this? her righteousness makes him choke.Â
âyour poor poor, bruised brothers.â aemond pouts mockingly, before erupting into laughter. his niece flinches, more frightened by that then she would be if he shouted. âi hope aegon rang lukeâs head like a bell. and i? i shouldâve struck jacaerys the same as he attempted to strike me.âÂ
ysilla regards him with something close to sympathy, but there's too much detestment alongside it to be at all good-natured.Â
âwhat a sad, small man you make, aemond. my pity is the only piece of me you may have. never my respect, never my admiration, just my pity.âÂ
aemond takes her words and swallows them down, lets the sharp edge of them carve a jagged line down his gullet. if she wants to try her hand at cruelty, aemond will show her how it is done.Â
âthe word of a bastard born girl means little to me. i do not have your respect? the only value you have within you is that of your last name. and that name ysilla, is not Velayr-â
ysillaâs palm crashing into his cheek stops him short. he toys with the idea of praising her- she hits harder than her brother could ever hope to. even in her brutality, her touch upon him is warm and the heat spreads to the rest of him as if he's being engulfed in a forest fire.Â
âdo you think that hurt? come on, you can do better than that.â aemond taunts, pulling upwards into his full height. he towers over his niece but she does not yield, straightening her spine in an admirable attempt to seem formidable. âhit me.âÂ
so she does- striking him again and again. a slap, a shove, a scratch, the next harder than the last. but still, he advances, accepting it all with a greed that has drawn open a pit inside his belly. ysilla spits and snarls, her adrenaline making her blows land soundly but sloppily until her back collides with the edge of his table. aemond catches her wild hands in his own and pins her wrists behind her to the tabletop. the smooth expanse of his cheek will soon begin to bruise like a ripe peach but for now, it glows ruby red, the very color of ysillaâs wine stained lips.Â
ânot a dragon at all, i see. mayhaps, youâre more akin to whatever your fatherâs sigil is- whatever that may be.â oh how he wants to devour that fury that springs to life within her valyrian eyes. maybe not velaryon, but undeniably targaryen.Â
âyouâre sick. youâre as sick and twisted as that fucking scar on your face-â
their kiss is more fight and fury than anything sweet. teeth catch tongues, and they battle for an upper hand neither are willing to give.
aemond sweeps his arm across the table, books, cups, and papers careening to the ground. he spins ysilla around, humming in appreciation as she arches back into him. she places both hands on the table, trying not to seem too eager as she widens her stance and therefore, opens her legs.
âdon't care to look at me?â she asks primly, her haughty tone only dampened by the lust heavy on her tongue. the one-eyed prince can't wait to hear what she'll sound like when she's praying to him for release.
âquite the contrary, issa dĂľna. unless you wish to leave here in tatters, let me unwrap you like a gift and take my spoils as such.âÂ
his words strike the right chord as he hears ysilla take in a shaky breath. she clutches at one of his hands pinching at her hip and guides his touch upwards, until aemond has a handful of her breasts. maybe it will be him that prays to her for salvation.
every button on her dress he pops apart reveals slips of skin he mouths at hungrily. she tastes of honeysuckle and salt, and he'll bet a million gold dragons her cunt tastes even better.
ysillaâs hands go behind her, fumbling and toying at his belt until she unlatches it. her hand dives into his breeches, cupping the pulsing thickness of his hard cock. he voices a warning groan into the nape of her neck, grazing his teeth along her skin in a promise.Â
âaemond, do it. take me⌠ruin me.â
and when she begs like that, he cannot find it in himself to deny her.Â
it was the night before his father died. the last night they were all together- the last night heâd seen her. only a handful of days before he and luke met for the final time in stormâs endâŚ
he canât be⌠itâs not possible. well⌠itâs possible but his niece isnât stupid- she mustâve drank moon tea the morning after theyâŚÂ
but what if she hadnât?Â
aemond snarls, sending the spherical stone once in his fist across the room in a vociferous clatter. all of his thoughts- aegon, harrenhal, his mother, the iron throne- melt away and leave behind a thread that has begun to unravel. ysilla, ysilla, ysilla.Â
he has to see her. he has to know for certain.
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Before I Say Goodnight
Chapter 4
a/n: sorry this is a bit late, Halloweekend got very busy. Enjoy!!
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âI suggest someone else take her back, she did not have a good time during the flightâ Cassian says and flashes you a mischievous grin. His face drops when he sees the far away look in your eyes and the wet streaks on your cheeks âseriously though, can someone winnow her?â âI need to speak with Lucien so I can take her, but I have a few meetings until later in the afternoonâ she looks to Mor âdo you mind giving her a tour of the house and finding her a room in the meantime?â Mor adjusts her hair and says âof course, we can have a little girls day and get to know each other a bit. Iâll fill you in on all of our juicy gossipâ she winks at you. You wipe your tears away and put on a poor excuse of a smile âthat sounds great, I love to gossipâ. You laugh, kind of, trying to ignore the pang in your chest. Memories of long gossip sessions with friends flashing through your mind. At coffee shops, during phone calls, at sleep-overs before you fall asleep. Amren gets up from her chair âI assume this meeting is over. Iâll see if I can find something in my personal libraryâ and walks out. âMeeting adjourned '' Rhysand announces and the group stands to go their own ways. âIâll be back as soon as I can, y/nâ Feyre smiles and walks out of the room. Mor is waiting for you by the doorway âCome on, girl, thereâs a lot to seeâ.Â
âI think this should be your roomâ Mor opens the door and lets you walk in first. The tour had been⌠a lot to take in. The house is huge and itâs beautiful but it has about a hundred floors and a million rooms. When you step through the door, youâre not shocked to see a beautifully decorated room with an incredible view to match. Velaris, the city of starlight, Mor had told you. âItâs close to the stairs, has its own bathing room and if you pull this backâ she goes towards the curtains and reveals a glass door that blends in perfectly with the wall of windows âa balcony! I think no one has claimed this one because it is a little on the smaller side but if all goes well youâll be on your way home soonâ she smiles as you look around. This room is twice the size of my room back home. The bed looks divine, it is made with expensive looking linens, it has about ten decorative pillows that take up half of the mattress. You sit on it and lay back. Good god, Iâm never leaving this bed. âThis is the most extravagant bed and room Iâve ever seen, let alone stayed inâ months of traveling on a budget had gotten you accustomed to thin mattresses at crowded hostels or questionable spare bedrooms from online listings. This was luxury. From what you had gathered last night, a High Lord is someone akin to a king and by the looks of this âhouseâ Rhysand has the taste and wallet of true royalty. âI canât disagree, it is beautifulâ she sits next to you âso⌠I was serious about the gossip. There are some things you might want to know about the whole dynamic within the Court of Dreamsâ you canât help the genuine smile that comes on âtell me everythingâ. âI knew there was something about you that I likedâ she giggles âok so since youâve met Lucien I guess we can start with him and Elain. This is crazy, the poor male has terrible luck. Anyways Elain is Feyreâs sister and quick backstory, Feyre and her sisters were humans but for different reasons got turned Fae a while back. Elain and Nesta got dunked in the Cauldron and that turned them. The thing is that all of us were there when it happened and when Elain came out of the Cauldron, the mating bond snapped between her and Lucien-â Oh this is good. âMating bond?â âOh right, a mating bond is something that happens between two people destined by the Mother, as I was saying Lucien just says it in front of everyone and Elain is there like totally in shock. Flash forward to a few weeks later her mortal fiance hates Fae and wants nothing to do with her now and she wants nothing to do with Lucien and then Azriel kind of likes Elain nowâ she goes on to tell you about how Feyre and Rhysand met and Cassian and Nesta. You noticed that she didnât tell you anything about her own drama but chose to not acknowledge it. It was comforting in a way that these magical beings had personal dramas and gossiped about it like you and your friends did âthose stories are wild, Morâ she nods âweâve been alive so long that we really have to work hard to keep things interestingâ you snort and there's a knock on the door. âIâm sorry to interrupt but y/n, Iâm ready to go when you areâ Feyre says and you quickly get up from where youâve made yourself comfortable on the bed. âYeah, letâs go. Thanks for everything Morâ you quickly hug her and go towards Feyre. âHow are we getting there?â you ask, not sure what to expect âIâll winnow us, youâll seeâ you walk until you reach the terrace where you had landed with Cassian earlier and look at her wearily âthis place is warded against winnowing so Iâll fly us out until we pass the wards and then Iâll winnow to the Manorâ. As she speaks, wings appear on her back and she holds out her hands for you âitâll be quick. I promiseâ you gulp.Â
Feyre did not lie when she said it would be quick but left out that it would feel like the world is slipping from your grasp. You feel sick as she puts you down. You rest your hands on your knees in an attempt to steady yourself. âIt takes a bit of getting used toâ she lets you take a breath and you say âIt beats going through TSAâ. Feyre nods and when youâve gathered yourself begins the short walk to the manor.Â
Packing up your belongings was incredibly underwhelming. You had folded the tunic youâd been using as pajamas and the dress Vassa had given you and stuffed it in your bag. Feyre and Lucien had gone to the library to talk about whatever it was they had to discuss. You had a feeling they were talking about you and if you posed a threat of some kind, feeling that the offer of staying in the House of Wind came from the Court of Dreams wanting to keep a close eye on you. You zip everything up and descend the stairs to find your hosts and thank them for everything. Walking to the kitchen you find Jurian making dinner âthey really take advantage of your talents hereâ. He turns from where he is chopping up produce and lets out a chuckle âitâs the price I pay for pissing Vassa offâ. âWhat did you do?â you ask but before he can answer a lovely feminine voice interjects âhe was being an idiot as usualâ Jurian rolls his eyes but does not defend himself. âOn that note,â you try to diffuse the tension âIâll be staying at the Night Court while they research how to get me back home, thank you so much for everything. I think I wouldâve been dead days ago if it werenât for youâ Vassa pouts âIâll be sad to see you go, it was such a relief to have some feminine energy around here, but I understandâ she walks over and hugs you tightly âplease come say goodbye once youâve figured it all outâ you hug her back. Jurian stays by his vegetables as he says âyou have to eat dinner here though, Iâm making enough for the four of us and Lucien brought pie for dessertâ. Your chest warms. He really got the pie. âIn that case Feyre, will have to waitâ you beam.Â
After dinner and dessert with the exiles Feyre lets you know sheâll be waiting outside while you say your goodbyes. You hug Vassa and kiss Jurian on the cheek. Lucien offers to walk you to the door and you take the chance to say âthank you for the pie, it was deliciousâ. He offers you a half smile âyouâve had a rough few days, itâs the least I can doâ. âWill you come visit?â you ask hoping the answer is yes. Everyone in the Night Court seems nice enough but Lucien, Jurian and Vassa have a special place in your heart. âIâm due to go there for a meeting in a few weeks. Youâre always welcome to use your room here as wellâ nodding you hug him and without letting go say âIâm nervousâ. He hugs you back âyouâre in good hands, the House of Wind is safer and youâll have everything you needâ. You let go and walk out the door.Â
Feyre walks with you until you reach your room âMor showed you the kitchen and the common areas?â you walk in and set your bag down. âYes, she was very thorough with her tourâ you felt heavy. Maybe it was the flying and winnowing or saying goodbye or the weight of your reality crashing down on you. âAlright, try to sleep, if you need anything ask the house and if thereâs an emergency you can wake up Azriel, his room is across the hallâ. You remember him from earlier, tall, wings and devastatingly handsome. Historically, you had never figured out how to act around attractive men and during the meeting it was incredibly difficult to focus on retelling your story. âThank you, Feyreâ she goes to walk out and says âIâll let you know tomorrow when the priestesses begin their research so you can join them if you likeâ.Â
Wait, did she say ask the house if I need anything? You go to ask her but sheâs gone. âHouse? Can I have water?â you ask to see if you had heard correctly. You are shocked when you see a tray with a jug of water and a glass appear on the bedside table. That is the best thing Iâve ever seen. You do your night routine: you bathe, brush your teeth and hair and put on your tunic. You pull the covers from the bed and get cozy. The house turns off the lights and the curtains are open, letting through the shine of the city and the stars. During the day itâs easier to ignore the ever growing helplessness. It feels like youâre drowning in it. Trapped in a glass coffin in between space and time. You feel your throat get tighter and your chest feels hollow and- Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. Count the stars, do something. Your mind screams. One, two, three, four, this isnât working. You get an idea. Getting out of bed and walking towards your bag you pull out your phone. You havenât used it since⌠well, since everything. It should be charged. Your heart skips when the screen lights up and you scroll to your photos as quickly as you can. Forty-five percent. You see a picture of your dog that your mom had sent you on your last day on Earth and tears well up. It hurts but it brings you comfort to know that they have each other. Committing the picture to memory, you shut it off and get in bed again. They have each other. They are not alone. Eventually sleep takes over. Mercifully, you have no dreams.
The house had closed the curtains after you fell asleep. When you woke up to a dark room you almost thought you had slept through an entire day. Sensing you had awoken, the curtains flew open and you see the sun above the city. It looks like itâs still early. You put on your dress and go have breakfast in the dining room. Azriel is the only one there. âGood morningâ he greets. You fiddle with your dress, suddenly aware of the dirt thatâs staining the hem and the way it falls off your shoulder. âGood morningâ.
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