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đȘđŸ: Fem!Reader, Dom!Rio, Jealous!Rio, Soft domming, knife play, biting, magical G!P, possessiveness
Contrary to all common sense, the quickest way to find yourself on Deathâs radar was not through an act of death itself. Not by losing your life or taking another'sâŠ
No, it was through her girlfriend.
A stranger's lingering gaze or a friend's pda never escaped Rioâs attention, and a repeat offender, like oh say⊠that coworker of yours you were talking to at that very momentâŠ
Well, they managed to make an enemy out of the force of nature that could usually pride herself on her indiscriminate apathy.
Rio lurked in the shadows outside your workplace, eyes darkening as that fool made you laugh.
She wasn't even two minutes late to pick you up, and already that snake was curling around you. Unbelievable.
You didn't think anything of it, Rio knew, but she could see in that man's eyes every disgusting thought he was having about you.
It made her sick, it made her burn.
Well, if the shades of purple littering your neck didn't clue him in to the fact that you were taken, she was beyond willing to do it herself.
Under the cover of darkness she shifted her attire with a thought, striding over in a new, clean-cut suit that made his own look like ratty hand-me-downs.
You perked up as soon as you noticed her and it made her heart leap. Your bright smile, your appreciative eyes taking in her new lookâŠ
He could never make you glow like that.
âHey, Baby.â
Rio couldn't help a quick smile reserved only for you as she joined you under the streetlight, arm wrapping around your waist. âHello, my love. Sorry I'm late, work was murder.â
She turned to face your companion, with a cold and withering stare. A look that could take years off a life.
âWho's your friend?â
You could never truly estimate the depths of Rio's jealousy but you knew that look well enough to know you had to get her out of there.
And you knew it well enough to not be surprised by the intensity she brought to the bedroom that night.
â.àłàż*:
âI missed you today.â
Rio replied in her softest tone, someone less attuned to her might not have even heard the boundless resentment living within it, âYou seemed like you were enjoying yourself.â
Leisurely, she traced her knife from your jaw, down your neck, applying a spine-tingling pressure just short of breaking skin.
âYeah well, that new guy I work with is pretty fun.â You said breathily, not biting. Her blade caught on the collar of your shirt, lingering above your hammering heart, and Rio laughed.
Never before had such stubborn brattiness looked so good on someone, but you were just something else⊠teasing her even with a knife to your chestâŠ
She cut through the fabric in one rough slash. âCareful, Lover. Wouldn't want to shorten such a fun man's life span, would you?â
âYou wouldn't do that.â you challenged
âTry me. I'd do anything to keep you.â
The sincerity of the statement should have frightened you, but it was intoxicating. To be the object of such devotion from Death herself was a head-spinning high that no drug, spell or new lover could match.
âYou'll always have me, Rio.â
There was a pain to the look she gave you in return, a wound behind her eyes, but she found a smile for you before she circled behind you.
âIâd better.â She breathed in your ear, pulling the tatters of what used to be your shirt from your body.
The tip of her knife traveled down your spine, barely grazing your skin on a trail to your skirt, which she skillfully cut open, baring you to her completely.
âMy pretty girlâŠâ
Her hand smoothed over your ass-cheek with near reverence before disappearing between your legs.
You gasped, skin aflush, but all too soon you realized she wasn't done playing with you yet.
âPlease.â You whimpered as her fingers slid across your folds, just short of where you needed them.
âSay my name.â
âRio, please, I need you so bad.â
She drew a lazy circle on your clit and your breath hitched, âWell how can I say no to that?â
A tingling warmth followed her hand on your back as she pushed you forward, forcing your chest onto your dresser and you into a bend.
You barely noticed the hardness of the surface against your breasts. You couldn't concentrate over the thought of being so exposed to her, and even that died with your last remaining brain cells as you felt the tip of her cock against your entrance.
She could've gone right in, you were wet enough for her to, but she slowly dragged up and down your slick folds, cock head catching on your clit every time and setting your nerves ablaze.
âRio.â You whined.
âSo impatient.â She laughed. âDon't worry, Baby, I'll take care of you.â
With that she pushed through your centre, slowly and gently sinking inside of you, savoring every blissful moan you let out.
She very nearly lost herself as you jerked against her but she resisted the rough thrust you were so clearly asking for. Your pathetic, little mewls, music to her ears.
She bottomed out inside of you, letting you adjust, letting you enjoy being filled. Then quicker than you could process she pulled out and slammed back in.
You cried out, but Rio wasn't slowing down this time, pounding you again and again with deep, unapologetic thrusts.
âYou're mine. You hear that? Say it.â
âI'm yours, Rio.â You choked out, voice bouncing with her pistoning hips.
âYeah, youâre mine. My good girl.â
She leant forward, her breasts flush against your back, as she sank her teeth into your shoulder, leaving behind a delightful sting.
Rio wasn't usually one for quickies but tonight she'd make an exception. There was a desperation inside of her stronger than mere lust. She had to see you cum.
She twisted her arm around your hip so she could work your clit, rubbing in a frenzy. âTell me you want me.â
âWant you. Need you.â
âThen cum for me Baby, I know you can do it.â
Rio was nothing short of amazing. The concentrated skill on your clit and the near supernatural speed of her thrusts unraveled you like only she could.
Your mouth fell open and your walls clenched around her in a strangling hold as lust threatened to burn you alive.
âGod! Rio!â
You came all over her and right on cue she emptied her cock inside of you, filling you to your very core with what felt like neverending ropes of cum, trapped inside of you by her refusal to pull out.
âI'm never gonna let anyone else do this to you, baby.â She breathed out, mouth returning to your shoulder to lick over the bite mark she left. âNever, for all eternity, I'm yours, and youâre mine.â
#rio vidal x reader#rio vidal smut#agatha all along#agatha all along x reader#marvel x reader#marvel smut#mcu x reader#marvel imagine#rio vidal#aubrey plaza
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color of the wolf - Cregan Stark x WifeReader
summary: It's the Harvest Festival in Winterfell. And Cregan is looking forward to an evening with his wife by his side. But your attention is constantly needed elsewhere. At some point he's had enough and takes matters into his own hands.
words: 2.259
warnings: jealous and possessiv Cregan, mention of sex (briefly)
a/n: I'm a sucker for jealous Cregan // English is not my first language// No use of Y/N// AO3 //Hope you like itđ§Ą
requests are open// main- masterlist // hotd-masterlist
Winterfell is buzzing with activity. The final preparations for today are made. Cregan's steps lead him through his castle. The people step out of his way and respectfully lower their heads for their Lord. Cregan has finished his tasks for this afternoon and can now fully concentrate on the feast.
Today, the Harvest Festival will be celebrate down in the Winter Town. The harvest for the upcoming winter had been good. Today they would give their gratitude to the gods. He is looking forward to this . A relaxed evening with his wife and his people. You would dance, laugh and be happy together.
It is Cregan's duty as Lord of Winterfell to light the great fire. Actually, he wanted to make his way to the village already, but you weren't in your chambers. So he set out in search of his wife. Unfortunately he is unsuccessful.
His half-sister Sara comes towards him. Normally, she is your constant companion.
"Sister. Have you seen my lady wife?" he asks. Sara looks up at him confused.
"She is already in Town. She wanted to go to the orphanage and bring the children to the feast. She didn't tell you?"
Cregan's eyebrows knit together, he hopes that you at least took one of your guards with you. "No."
You threw yourself into the preparations for the feast and the hospitality of your guests, and probably just forgot to let him know that you were already on your way.
"Come on, let's go down. It's time for the Harvest Festival."
Cregan nods to Sara and offers her his arm. Together, the siblings make their way down to Winter Town. Most of the villagers have already gathered. Hot spiced wine, fresh meat, fruit, and sweets are being distributed. Music is played.
"My Lord." someone hands him a cup of wine, and he passes it to Sara before asking for a second one. Lord Karstark approaches the two of them. Sara frees her arm from his and disappears among the people to avoid a conversation with the old Lord. Unfortunately, Cregan does not have this freedom.
Cregan's gaze searches over the people. The warm spiced wine warms from within. Lord Karstark begins to speak. "The harvest was good and the Citadel predicts a mild winter."
Cregan knows very well that the Citadel is not always right. Winter is unpredictable. The only thing that is certain is that winter is coming.
But today is not the day to worry about winter. Today is a day for celebration.
"We can consider ourselves lucky," he replied. Karstark continues speaking. But then laughter pierces the air. Cregan is immediately distracted. Among thousands of laughs, he would recognize your laugh. He turns his head and sees you. You are currently leading a group of children to the festival grounds. Everyone has a joyful smile on their face. You hold one of the little ones by the hand while another child sits on your hip.
Cregan can't take his eyes off you. He is the happiest man in the world because you are his. At the sight of you, his heart opens up, and he can hardly wait until you carry your own child on your hip. But something seems odd to him. He can't put his finger on it, but a slight burning sensation is forming in his stomach.
He watches you as your gaze sweeps across the people, and when you meet his eyes, a radiant smile appears on your lips. Automatically, his feet move in your direction. He is drawn to you like a moth to a flame. But he only takes a few steps before he gets stopped again.
"My Lord Stark, it is time," the Maester snaps him out of his thoughts Cregan looks at him and nods. Tries to hide his annoyance that he can't get to you. He wants you by his side. Cregan is handed a torch and he ignites the neatly arranged wood. Immediately, the flames shoot up into the air.
The villagers clap, the children laugh.
Cregan straightens his shoulders and begins to speak in a loud voice. "The gods are good. The harvest was more successful than it has been in years. Today we celebrate and thank the gods."
The attendees clap and cheer.
"Let us raise our cups and let the wine flow." he raises his cup and everyone else follows his example.
Cregan takes a step back. He has never been a man of many words. He has always found this attention uncomfortable. The flames warm from the outside while the spiced wine warms from the inside. The music starts up again, and the people of Winterfell fall into a joyful bustle of conversation and dance. Cregan starts moving again to come to you. Everything pulls him towards you.
The flames give your skin a warm glow. Your hair is braided back in a typical northern style. You are wearing an elaborate dress. The hem is embroidered with red weirwood leaves that wander over your skirt and end in your corset in the seal of your father's house. You are so beautiful that he can hardly believe you belong to him.
And now Cregan also realizes what had been bothering him. You are wearing the wrong color. Instead of wearing the usual dark gray/white, you are wearing the color of your family's house. At this realization, Cregan notices his jaw tightening slightly. You are already approaching him, but then you are called by a Silentsister, the head of the orphanage.
"Lady Stark. Do you have a moment?" she asks. You smile apologetically at Cregan and then turn to the older woman.
Cregan suppresses a sigh. He knows that the children and the orphanage in the village are important to you. Every winter, children lose their parents to the winter, and even though Cregan does everything in his power to prevent it, he cannot defeat the winter.
Since you came to Winterfell you have made it your mission to take care of the orphans. So he lets you go.
His plan to wait until you finish your conversation doesn't work out, because of course both his Lords and his Subjects take the opportunity to speak with him more casually than during the petitions.
He is being pulled from conversation to conversation. He tries to meet everyone with kindness and listen to their concerns. Or just to talk about unimportant things.
Only when you clap your hands to get everyone's attention does Cregan notice that the sun has already set. You step forward and Cregan is once again overwhelmed by your beauty for a moment. He would never get used to how much love he has in his heart for you.
The celebration falls silent and all attention is on you. "The children of the orphanage have prepared something for today. We hope you like it." you say, nodding encouragingly at the children. A small group of older children steps forward and start a play about the Children of the Forest.
Cregan is glad that the play frees him from a tiresome conversation with his stablemaster. He turns his gaze away from the children and looks at you. You stand there with a proud look and watch as the children happily perform their play. When it is over, everyone claps. The children bow and run back to you. Immediately, you are surrounded by the children. He hears how you praise them with a gentle voice.
As the children slowly start to disperse again, Cregan tries again to finally reach you. But once again, he is stopped. This time by Lady Cerwyn. Cregan would like to scream.
When he finally manages to detach himself from the talkative Lady without appearing rude, he vowes not to let himself be held back any longer from yoi .
He wants to talk to you for at least five minutes. To see your smile, hear your warm voice, and perhaps steal a few kisses from your soft lips.
Immediately, his gaze searches through the crowd. And when he finally sees you again, a hot jealousy immediately rise inside his veins.
You are currently dancing with Lord Rogar Bolton. A young lord who inherited Dreadfort only a few moons ago.
The sight of him leading you with practiced dance steps, his hand a little too low on your back for Cregans liking, drives him almost mad. And when you lean your head back and start to laugh joyfully Cregan sees red.
You and Lord Bolton look like a happy, loving couple. And the fact that you are wearing your father's colors makes it even worse. At that moment, nothing indicate that you are Lady Stark, that you are his wife.
"My Lord..." he hears the voice of the Maester beside him, but he can't engage in another pointless conversation right now. Without paying attention to the Maester, he sets off. His steps are heavy and he simply strides through the dancing people to reach you. When he finally reaches you, he simply grabs your waist and pulls you out of Lord Bolton's arms.
Startled by the interruption, you flinch, but as soon as you recognize him, your radiant smile reappears. "I'll take over from here. Thank you, Lord Bolton." he towers over the young man with his broad stature and he knows that his eyes are sparkling with anger. But he wants it like that. He wants to scare this man away. His grip on your waist tightens.
"My Lord," stammers Rogar and quickly turns away.
Cregan turns around and takes your hand while his other hand stays on your hip. He begins to move both of you to the music.
"There you are." you begin to smile happily. "I have the feeling I haven't seen you all day."
"Didn't look like it bothered you much." he can't help that his voice sounds annoyed. You furrow your eyebrows and look up at him.
"What?"
"You had a good chat with Bolton." Cregan grumbles. Your expression relaxes and you smile slightly again. You lift your hand and gently caress his cheek. Cregan closes his eyes for a moment and enjoys the touch.
"Are you jealous Love?" you ask, slightly amused. Cregan lets out a snort.
"Of course not," he lies. But the burning feeling inside him still hasn't completely disappeared. You raise an eyebrow and he concedes. "Maybe a little," he murmurs. "Why are you wearing this dress?"
For a brief moment sadness glimmers in your eyes, and at the sight, Cregan's heart tightens.
"You donÂŽt like my dress?" you suddenly ask uncertainly.
"If I'm being honest, no. It has the wrong color wife."
Relief is reflected on your face. You wear your emotions on your face, and Cregan is glad about it.
"It's the color of my house," you say again now with a smile on your lips.
Cregan shakes his head slightly and pulls you closer to him by your hips. You place your hand on his broad chest. "The colors of your house are gray and white. You are Lady Stark. My wife." his voice is deep and he notices how you shiver in his arms. Your cheeks turn slightly red as you shyly lower your eyes. The jealousy slowly begins to fade and is replaced with something else.
"I am still your wife even when I don't wear your colors," you say then.
"Right, but then no one can see it."
You giggle softly and then look him in the eyes again. "Then we'll just have to show them differently."
You lean up, and in the next moment, your lips crash onto his and your hand buries itself in his dark hair. Cregan is surprised for a second by the intensity of your kiss. His heart begins to race. He pulls you a little closer to him as his tongue glides into your mouth. You moan softly against his lips, and Cregan would love to drag you back to the keep right away. You move your lips against his. Fits perfectly in his arms. Warmth floods through Cregan as he conquers your mouth.
You break apart breathlessly and Cregan sees over your shoulder how Lord Bolton turns away with an annoyed look. Triumph rises within him, and he cannot prevent a slight smile. You are his. Completely and utterly, and everyone should see that.
"Was that proof enough that I only love you?" you ask with a smile.
"I have never doubted your love. I just want everyone else to know that too."
You roll your eyes in laughter and intertwine your fingers with his. "Everyone knows it, Love. Believe me." you give him a quick kiss on the lips. Cregan's lips curl into a smile as he looks at his beautiful, loving wife.
"Lord Stark" someone calls out and Cregan grumbles in annoyance. He had indeed gotten five minutes with you, but of course that's not enough.
You give him a reproachful look before turning to the voice with a smile and pulling him along with you. The rest of the evening you don't leave his side for a second. Your hands are intertwined or he has his hand around your waist. Again and again, he steals a kiss from your lips or enjoys the feeling of your hand on his arm as you gently caress him.
That night, he makes sure you never wear the wrong color again as he tears your dress from your body before you unite in a passionate embrace between the sheets and furs of his bed
#house of the dragon#hotd#cregan stark fic#cregan stark#cregan x reader#cregan stark x reader#hotd fic#cregan stark fanfiction#cregan stark x you#cregan stark imagine#cregan stark fanfic#cregan fanfiction#house stark
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Raphael reacting to Tav/Durge confessing theyâre in love with him
I made it a Durge because I haven't written a lot of Durge stuff (fun fact: the first longer fic I ever wrote was with a Durge warlock that had Raph as a patron, but I never released it). Raph is being a bit of a manipulative dick in this one, but what's new. Also, I'm slow as fuck at replying to my asks (especially prompts)
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Clack clack clack clackâŠclack clack clack clackâŠclack clack clack clack.
His office was deadly quiet except for the sound of his claws tapping on the hard mahogany of his desk, a dangerous rhythm that she knew immediately what meant the second she heard it. The rhythm echoed her heartbeat as she waited for her patron to say something. She was in trouble.
He was leaning against his desk, looking at her and keeping her in suspense. A cruel smile stretched over his face, as he saw how she was beginning to feel uncomfortable. She had defeated monsters, mindflayers, godsâŠeven the biggest monster of them all, her father. Still, nothing made her stomach churn more than the thought of Raphaelâs wrath.
The feeling humiliated her as much as it thrilled her and drew her closer to him. She had been a god in her own right with all the lives she took under Bhaal and the cult she had led in his name, but this mere cambion brought her to her knees.
She was like a moth to his fiery flames. Everything about him excited her: his cruelness, his gracious mercy at times, his power plays. He felt like home. There was something safe and known in that cruelty that drew her closer. It was something she understood the rules of.
Click clackâŠ
âI have always questioned your loyalty,â he finally said and moved his claws up to his face to look at them as he spoke. âIt is no secret that I am prone to play favorites, but perhaps I made a mistake when I took you inâŠâ
His yellow eyes looked up at her. His comment hit her like a punch to the gut and she knew as well as him that that was the intended effect. She hated the feeling of disappointing him. She hated that she felt that way about it even more. She cleared her throat.
âWhat is this about?â she asked quietly.
That was the wrong question. She could see it from the way his tail flicked in irritation. She had taught herself every one of his physical cues. They were subtle sometimes, but easier to read in this form. The man had total control over his body, but the devil was just a tad less composed.
âWhat is this about?â he repeated his question in a smooth, even tone. âMany things, my dear.â
That was another thing she had learned: it was never just one thing. Raphael held grudges. He archived every little mistake in his head in neat files, so he could throw them in your face when you stepped out of line.
âYou came crawling to me after your father spat you out, after defying me at every turn and without a crown for me. You begged me to take you in, and yet I question your devotion to my cause. You owe me a grand debt when it comes to loyalty. A debt you have not yet paid back with your services, and one that I now question if you will ever pay back if you keep associating yourself with the wrong people.â
She had wanted to give him the Crown of Karsus. She had liked him even back then. Her companions had fought her every step of the way, and with her dealing with Bhaal, she had too much on her plate to fight them on it.
âIt wasnât my choice, Raphael,â she pleaded. âYou knowââ
âYes, yes,â he cut her off impatiently with a wave of his clawed hand. âI have heard all your endless excusesâŠand I graciously forgave you, didnât I? You would have been a bloody stain on my carpet long ago if I had not. What I cannot forgive is disloyalty.â
âRaphael, please,â she pleaded quietly. âJust tell me what I have done. Iâll make it right.â
Another flick of his tail. His nose wrinkled and his eyes narrowed, but he quickly schooled his features back into one of indifference.
âWhat were you doing in Waterdeep?â he asked slowly, each word as heavy as a brick.
That was what all of this was about. She had visited Gale. Gale who had been the very reason that the Crown of Karsus did not go to Raphael. Gale and her had started out as friends, but it evolved to something more along the way. It did not work out. Gale was too perfect, too functional for her. She broke his heart, and she would be lying if she said that this fact wasnât taken into consideration when she gave up on trying to give to the Crown of Karsus to Raphael.
âI was just visiting,â she admitted. âNothing more.â
âJust visiting,â he repeated with a hint of venom in his voice. âJust visiting an old flame that snubbed your patron of what was rightfully his, is that right? Is he well, our dear Gale? Does his new unburdened life suit him?â
âWe are friendsââ
âFriends,â Raphael said with a cruel laugh. âHow awfully sentimental of you, dear. How soft you have become. I remember a ruthless woman who murdered her way through Baldurâs Gate. That woman, I could have used. It seems that your father has stripped you of everything that once made you interesting.â
That comment made her furious. It made her blood boil, but then why was she on the verge of crying instead? Why did she find herself pleading instead of yelling?
âGale and I have been through hell and back,â she said. âIt doesnât change my loyalties for you. Please, Raphael.â
âI will NOT be made to look a fool!!â he roared with a sudden fire in his eyes.
The sound boomed through his office. She flinched. His tail flicked from side to side now. He looked her up and down. It seemed to please him how she was turning pale at his words and tearing up. He returned to his calm and collected demeanor as quickly as he got angry.
âWhy are you crying?â he asked without a shred of sympathy in the question.
She tried to stop, but she couldnât. She just wanted him to understand that she was devoted to him, and that this was all a mistake. She had not meant to cross him or make him angry, but merely to visit an old friend. His nails started tapping on the table again as he waited for her to speak.
âCanât youâ canât you see that Iâm only loyal to you?â she sobbed. Clack, clack⊠âI made a contract with you because I wanted to work for you. Iâm yours, and only yours.â Clack, clack, clack. âCanât you see how I only want to please you? How much I love you?â
Clack.
He froze for a moment at the oddly heartfelt confession that escaped her lips. She had not meant for that to come out, but he was great at pressuring her into saying things she didnât want to admit. It was a humiliating confession. She hated being so vulnerable and weak. She wished that she could stuff the words right back down her throat. He wasnât supposed to know.
A smile spread over his otherwise frozen face. He looked her up and down and let out a small huff of laughter. He looked like a man who had just been handed the perfect weapon. His hand left the table and beckoned her closer with a finger.
She walked over to him, unable to look him in the eye. He tilted her head up with a claw under her chin. He towered over her in that form.
âLook at me,â he ordered.
She looked into his yellow eyes. He was smiling at her.
âSay it again.â
âI love you,â she repeated.
The humiliation in the confession was more apparent this time, and he was eating it up like it was the best meal he had had in centuries. He laughed her straight in the face.
âOh, dear,â he said with a chuckle. âA creature of habit, arenât you? You poor girlâŠâ
She swallowed hard. She should have just shut up. His thumb ran over her jaw and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The touch set her aflame, despite the excruciating embarrassment she was feeling.
âDo I remind you of your dear old papa?â he asked, still smiling like the cat that got the cream. âIs that what this is about? It is always the fathers, isnât it? Still searching for the approval of a cruel master, even now. Perhaps you havenât changed at all, my dearâŠâ
She kept quiet. He leaned closer as if sharing a secret. She could smell wine and tobacco on his breath. His thumb rubbed circles on her jaw.
âTell me,â he whispered to her. âWhere did your dear Gale fit into this picture? Iâm awfully curious.â
Her eyes flicked to his lips for only a second, but he didnât miss it by the way his smile widened.
There was only one acceptable answer and she prayed that she would choose the right one. She shrugged.
âHe didnât,â she said quietly.
That was the right answer from the way his smile widened.
âNo, I would imagine not,â he said. âTooâŠboringâŠwasnât he? He was not enough of a challenge for you, so you discarded him.â
There was a hint of guilt in her eyes at his words. He tutted gently and caressed her cheek.
âWho could blame you?â he cooed. âPeople like us wonât concern ourselves with boredom. You were right in choosing to focus on greater things. Gale was easy. Pleasing him was easy. He would not make you fight for it like I will.â
That promise made a shiver go through her. Raphael grabbed her arm and tugged her even closer, until she was standing between his legs with her chest pressed against his. His hand came to rest on her hip. He pressed his forehead against her, his nose touching hers. He was tantalizingly close.
âYou are mine then, arenât you?â he asked. âOnly mine.â
She nodded. He gave a dangerous smile.
âYou want to please me,â he said. âTo make me happyâŠâ
Another nod.
âYou love and adore me.â
Another nod. His lips were so close she could almost taste them. His thumb was rubbing circles into her hip. His tail was flicking side to side, but not in rage. It was more like a cat that is ready to pounce on an unsuspecting prey that it had been sneaking up on for a while.
âYou will write a letter to Gale Dekarios and say that you are unavailable for any future visits,â he whispered against her lips. âThat you have already done plenty for him and that you never want to see him again.â
His lips brushed lightly against hers before he pulled away, stealing her breath. She chased his lips, but he only smiled and pulled away further. She knew she had to earn it.
âGo. You wouldnât want to disappoint me, would you?â he said with a smile and let go of her.
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I found her first - Jimmys pov
This chapter contains mature and dark content.
This is the little bonus (from Do it for them) chapter about why Jimmy is so mad about the cute couple we love.
Jimmy: "Do I really have to use that crap?"
He complained while running his hand over his member to make it hard, so he could put on the condom.
"I already told you, sweetheart, no party without a hat~ don't feel left out, I do this with everyone who comes through here~"
The only thing separating them was that wall, and the only thing connecting them was that hole through which the man slid his member, immediately letting out a moan upon feeling lips on it.
That was one of his favorite places, his favorite mouth, he spent his money there every time those lovely lips were on the other side.
He immersed himself in the pleasure and compliments he could hear from the other side, he adored every second of it.
"Oh~! Did you finish, darling? You've lasted longer than last time~ what a good boy!"
Jimmy: "Shut up... get ready for your payment"
He heard the giggle from the other side and slid the bill through the slot, seeing the edge of a bra and placing it right there.
Jimmy: "You say that you charge others first before providing your service... Why do you let me do it later?"
"Because you are my favorite customer~ and I trust you!"
Those words melted him, he always asked the same thing, to receive the same answer, it made his ego grow bigger.
He already noticed that her favorite mouth was in different places, not just doing these jobs.
When he knew he could find her in the alleys looking for something good to smoke and to forget about the world, he knew how to find her.
"20 dollars? Let's go... That's excessive for this amount..."
She complained but was desperate to get the only thing that relaxed her.
Jimmy: "Can you do something for me to get it for just 10?"
That's how he managed to see her face and her lips back on his member, but there he didn't receive any kind of praise, just a quick suck, but it was worth it to see her face, how her eyes rolled back when he pushed her head, making her choke on him, he loved being able to do that.
But it drove him crazy that she wouldn't even look at him, always avoiding any kind of eye contact.
To then end up smoking together by the shores of the lake at that place.
Jimmy: "You could get it for free if you would just let me..."
"No"
She said curtly, looking at the lake and scratching his leg repeatedly, which she couldn't stop moving.
Jimmy: "I'm just saying... I could give you a place to sleep, you know."
"Go to hell"
Jimmy: "You too"
He loved her company.
It was still very much present the day he had been cornered by a group of teenagers who tried to steal the merchandise he had to sell in that area.
They were armed with sticks and a knife, being five against just one, the man was at a disadvantage.
Until she arrived, without any remorse, she hit one on the head with a glass bottle, breaking it.
She grabbed him by the neck and pointed the broken bottle at his face.
"Leave him alone, or I'll kill your friend right here."
No matter how bad they wanted to appear, they couldn't leave their friend behind, so they dropped their weapons and left.
"That should at least give me a week of something good without any payment, right?"
She commented, taking her hand to help her up.
Jimmy: "Bitch, you only helped me for that"
"Of course, you bastard, do you think I care about you?"
But the smile with which she said it, said the exact opposite for him.
For him, she was his companion, a woman he could turn to at any moment, as long as he gave her something in return.
That's why when he saw her by his side... Immediately, his whole world crumbled.
Curly: "Jimmy! Let me introduce you to (Y/n)"
It was the first time he heard her name.
He watched her as she hid behind her friend, avoiding his gaze, fully aware of the things she had done with him, as if she wanted to pretend they had never happened.
Why are you with him?
Why do you hold onto him like that?
Are you really going to leave me?
They were questions that always crossed his mind, furious at having to witness how something that was his, something he had achieved on his own, was snatched away by someone else.
From that moment on, he never stopped insulting her, only saying unpleasant things about her to his friend, hoping that one day he would leave her and she would be his again.
But that never happened.
Jimmy: "Goddammit Curly, why don't you answer?"
He complained by leaving messages for his friend, with whom he was supposed to meet that day. He was going to his house and knocked on the door loudly to get his attention.
After several minutes, the man opened the door, embarrassed, wearing only his pants.
Curly: "Jimmy! We were supposed to meet today, weren't we? I'm sorry, I fell asleep! I'll get ready right away and let's go!"
He immediately knew it was a lie when he saw her hiding behind a wall, spying, with a blanket covering her body.
I also want to see it.
I also want to have it.
Why did you give it to him when I've kindly asked you so many times?
Jimmy: "Get ready quickly! You're wasting my time..."
His friend laughed and nodded, apologizing again for the problem.
Even their hopes of reclaiming what was theirs did not fade.
Even after they have gotten married.
He was going to get what he wanted, even if he had to snatch it from his friend's hands.
After all, he found her first.
#do it for them mouthwashing#mouthwash#mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#mouthwashing x reader#curly mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing#captain curly#daisuke mouthwashing#swansea mouthwashing#captain curly x reader#mouthwashing curly
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At Sea Without a Map Pt. 22
As you continue your dinner, you're struck with a desire to take things further, to explain that friendship isn't the only thing you want from Calibani, to finally hold her close and kiss that fish on the lips...
...but are those feelings real? Do you actually want a romance with this sea monster, or are you just some lonesome soul stuck at sea who got infatuated with the first human-ish being you've met? You spend so much time doubting yourself and your intentions, and of course whether your crush would even be reciprocated, that before you realize it Calibani has finished her meal and left the table to sort her new sweaters.
So fuck it, you decide to gorge yourself. You fought a storm and a sea serpent woman, ran from a stork, and stabbed the living shit out of a nightmarish hodgepodge monster made of rotting faces, it has been an EXHAUSTING three days and you deserve to let loose and eat your damn fill. Who knows what bullshit tomorrow will bring anyway.
Eventually you fill your belly and decide to spend a bit of time going over those papers in the Spindle, Inc. briefcase, but it's more or less a waste of your time - try as your might, you never manage to get much more than a quarter of your mind to focus on the task, and eventually you decide to just hit the hay and sleep.
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The next morning you wake up to calm seas. With Calibani at your side, you take your boat out of the ship graveyard and set out in search of "Captain Peter," whoever that might be. Your fishy companion has a warm smile on her face, and as you put the graveyard behind you, a trickle of hope finds its way into your heart. Maybe it'll all be alright.
Then you look back, and see a fin sticking out of the water.
Your heart races. It looks like a shark fin - the assassins of the sea! If what Calibani said about this place (and what the past three days have shown you) is true, then any shark you'd meet out here would probably be some hyper-aggressive monster straight out of Jaws or a bad Sci Fi channel movie. You will your boat to move faster, hoping to put more distance between you and the shark.
But then its head crests out of the water, and you realize it's not a shark at all, but a dolphin, the clowns of the sea! It even opens its long jaws to let out an iconic dolphin giggle, a sweet and musical sound that speaks of a mischievous and good-natured soul! You feel your heart rate return to normal as this harmless-
The dolphin surges forward, making you realize it's a LOT bigger than it first appeared, and leaps out to smack headfirst into your boat, rocking it hard with the blow before disappearing below the skin of the water with a malicious cackle. You can see the dark shape of its body moving beneath the waves, and soon enough that dorsal fin crests out on a collision course for your boat. It's time to take action, so you consult your compass.
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Introduce new AU (Stranger things or ST:))
Greetings, my dear visitor, if you are reading this, you are interested in what I have to tell here.
Well, yes, this is my own fnaf AU, inspired by the old Affinity AU from 2015-2016 by artist Mobox87, and the first four fnaf games.
Warning you that all characters are inspired by the old original designs from 2015-2016, in which I added a few of my own changes (a few because I am very attached to these old designs, also this is a tribute to the old AU Mobox and herself, no matter what kind of person she turned out to be).
Anyways, let's get started;)
Sooooo....
The time setting for AU takes place in 1985, around the time when Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was just starting its popularity in the small town of Hurricane, Utah. The place quickly gained popularity among kids thanks to its delicious pizza and singing, animatronic animals on stage that were adored by all kids. They're brought joy and laughter into children's lives, making it a place filled with daily frivolity and joy.
One of the security guards at the establishment with an ever-smiling face and angelic blue eyes, Vincent Bishop, became a close friend and companion to many children since their very first visit. This was largely due to his kind and understanding gaze, which made him a trustworthy and friendly figure for all the children. The man never hesitated to extend a helping hand to kids and did his best to see their faces light up with the same smile. He repaired broken arcade machines, assisted children who got lost inside, and even encouraged shy kids to gather the bravery to make new friends.
He had a special love and care for his beloved daughter, Brandy Bishop, who also adored visiting her dad at work, albeit not frequently...
Of all the animatronic performers, Brandy's favorite was Bonnie, the purple rabbit with a guitar in hands. The rabbit had captured girl's heart so much that she drew him everywhere â at home, at school, and even in the pizza place itself.
One day, she even attempted to speak with him...
Knowing of daughter's profound affection for the purple bunny mascot, Vincent gifted her a plush version of Bonnie on her 6th birthday. From that day, Brandy was inseparable from the plush toy and couldn't part with him even for a moment.
The girl's love for the purple animatronic bunny reached the point where any outfit her mom, Renata Bishop, sewed for her was either purple or adorned with images of the bunny.
Renata love her daughter so much and willing any of her wishes. However, she also knew when to be strict if Brandy misbehaved or took her makeup or dresses without permission.
The young girl always wants to be as beautiful as her mother.
Due to Rena taking on too much work and struggling to keep up with orders, they're rarely visited Freddy Fazbear's Pizza place together, despite Brandy's constant requests to go there...
One of the pizza joint's frequent visitors was Bart Bishop, Brandy's freckled, red-haired cousin.
Bart absolutely love this place and often hanging out along with his pals to see their favorite mascot, Foxy the Pirate, enjoy the pizza, play arcade games, and spend time with his unc, Vincent, who just happened to be his dad's younger brother.
Bart was a die-hard fan of Foxy's shows and never missed a single performance when visiting the establishment. He loved repeating each and every one of the sly fox-pirate's catchphrases and even emulated some of his habits.
He had an unwavering affinity for all things pirate-related.
Vincent was warm and responsive to Bart just like he do with all other kids. However, he could be stern when Bart misbehaved in the pizzeria, threatening to tell his dad, Scott Bishop, if he acted up.
Scott was the manager of the establishment and often swamped with paperwork and sorts of other administrative tasks. He is very concerned about losing his position, which he took immense pride in, and thus, often took on an excessive workload to preserve his reputation and maintain his standing in the eyes of his boss. As a result, he spent very little time with his own son due to his hectic schedule...
After the death of Margaret, his late wife, Scott was overwhelmed with grief and struggled with depression for some time, but he eventually managed to pick himself back up and refocus on his career and aspirations. However, his focus on work often meant that he overlooked his own son, almost forgetting about him at times. In an attempt to make amends, Scott allows Barty to visit the restaurant almost daily, where he can enjoy free pizza and other free activities, leaving him under the watchful eye of Vincent.
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Indeed, everything is splendid.
Everyone is happy, everyone feels just fine.
Isn't this what happiness is all about: having the people you love and cherish healthy and joyful, right?âŠ
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Well, I really hope that you will like it here and you will love this family just as much......
#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#fnaf au#mobox87#goldbox#fnaf vincent#fnaf renata#fnaf scott#fnaf brandy#fnaf bart#vincent bishop#renata rennings#renata bishop#scott bishop#bart bishop#brandy bishop#fnaf au st#stranger things fnaf#st playhouse story-blog
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âyeah, home. i was home, not in the capitol. do you really think someone like me belongs in the capitol? â shaking his head, he can tell that sheâs lost her mind and canât be reasoned with. he doesnât really argue with her only because he doesnât think sheâs capable of abandoning her delusions. maybe after sheâs had some food and much needed rest, she will be able to understand that theyâre virtual strangers. heâs not some cruel, wicked man from the past. âbirds and deer sound like a good companion, but bears? do they stop by to have porridge with you in the morning?â he lightly teases, not taking anything she says seriously. âoh, i see.â his features soften and become more sympathetic, figuring her mama must no longer be here which is why the dress has so much sentimental value. âitâs a beautiful dress. iâll help you change into something else and⊠well, we could try to wash it and restore it to its glory,â he offers with a smile, watching her dip her fingertip in the jar with such caution that it makes his heart pang. something horrible must have happened to her in that arena to make her lose all faith in humanity. âi wish i had something to remind me of my mom. she was always so kind and sweet, smelled like roses. the rebels killed her.â maybe this could be the thing they will bond over, he thinks, waiting a moment longer before wiping the medicine off his arm. heâs tempted to put on a show and pretend it is indeed poison, but has a feeling she wouldnât appreciate his sense of humor. âi donât really like corpses, but to each their own,â billy sighs, rolling the sleeve of his sweater back down and standing up. he walks over to where sheâs keeping her clothes, deciding to find her a pair of socks or tights, a clean, dry skirt and a blouse. it feels like heâs invading her privacy in a way, but sheâs given him the green light, right? he glances over his shoulder just to make sure sheâs still okay with him going through her things. does she also fear water? âis the water too hot? itâs definitely not poisoned or anything, i promise. you can keep âem in for a minute longer. itâll help you warm up.â and scrub. has no one taught her how to scrub her feet? but he doesnât say these words, doesnât want to be mean to the person whoâs clearly been to hell and back.
"well, you had to of gone somewhere." and back to district twelve to voluntarily live out his life being a peacekeeper wasn't in his agenda, she's very aware on that. he definitely did go back to the capitol and the gaul woman did something funky to his brain. "a few months. my only friends have been the bears, birds and deer." she mumbles in an annoyed voice, but gladly would been happy to kept it that way. "it was my mama's. since you've gone and went forgotten. i wear it when i miss her. but it ain't goin' to be much of a rainbow if i keep stainin' it..." words trail off gloomily as lucy gray peers down at her lap, her hands tenderly smoothing over the ruffles. and one or two of the ruffles is ripped, she'd like to find something to at least stitch it back together. face lifts back up on the pot he offers and then onto his face, studying all the familiar features of it for a second, just finding it odd to stare at him with darker hair. makes her want to back away a little more from him each time, even if he's so oddly being nice to her. makes the skepticism inside her not trust it even more.
"i figured a corpse would make you happy." hers, at least. dipping her finger in iodine, it's not melting her skin yet. then lucy gray is quickly smearing it across his offered arm, only dipping her finger into it in the first place because he does offer his arm.
"why, you of course." for shooting mayfair. for lying to her. for shooting at her. dipping her feet into the water, she only lets them sit for a second before moving them away and then letting her wet tiptoes sit on the wooden floorboard.
#billysgirllol#pls their inner monologues are so funny skjdbcsfjk#LG: that gaul woman did something to his brain#BILLY: the games made this girl lose her wits#'i wish i had something to remind me of my mom'#lmbooo look billy christmas came early this year wishes come true
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@bloodedhearts â” closed starter for shadowheart.
A sliver of moon hangs high, its pale light filtering through the canopy and casting silvery dapples across the quiet forest clearing.   Shadows gather like old friends around their camp, cloaking the edges in darkness, but Arwenâs fey sight cuts through it all, seeing the beauty in every stray branch and blade of grass.   Her own presence is a soft glow of pink in the gloomâa faint shimmer of magic that clings to her, wild and untamed as her spirit.
She steps lightly, her bare feet brushing against the cool grass and earth, leaving no trace of her passage.   With a soft breath, she kneels by the entrance to Shadowheartâs tent, her fingertips brushing the soil.   Arwen has spent days at this, practicing in secret whenever she thought no one was watching.   The forests surrounding their camp are now filled with various orchids, failed attempts at conjuring Shadowheartâs favorite orchid.   Sheâs learned that conjuring plants of this world is not so different from coaxing life in the Feywild, but it still requires . . .   finesse.   A touch of care.   She breathes in, feeling the pulse of life under her fingers, the hum of roots and shoots stretching in answer to her call.   With a whisper of fey magic, the earth stirs, and dark petals begin to bloom.
The night orchids rise slowly, unfolding from the soil like shy dancers stepping onto an unfamiliar stage.   Their deep, velvety petals catch the faint moonlight, shimmering with hues of indigo, violet, and the black-blue of midnight skies.   And this timeâfinallyâtheyâre right. Â
Arwen leans back on her heels, a small, satisfied smile tugging at her pink lips as she surveys her handiwork.   The orchids frame Shadowheartâs tent like a wreath of night itself, quiet and unassuming, yet so full of life that it makes Arwenâs heart swell with a quiet joy.   She doesnât know much of Shadowheart, only fragments and glimpsesâan elegant frown here, a murmur of something hidden there.   But she does know that she loves night orchids.
She rises to her feet, when a faint sound alerts herâfootsteps, light and purposeful, cutting through the quiet.   Arwen turns, caught in the glow of her own magic as she sees Shadowheart approaching, her figure emerging from the darkness with that ever-present air of silent watchfulness.   Arwen freezes, her hands hovering at her sides, feeling a rush of warmth spread across her cheeks.   She hadnât meant to be seen;   it was supposed to be a secret gift, something to bring a touch of peace to her enigmatic companion.   But here she is, caught pink-handed.
â Ohâhi, â   she says, her voice soft but filled with that irrepressible sweetness she can never quite hide.   She tries for a casual smile, but it comes out wide and a little lopsided, like a child caught sneaking berries from the bush. Â
â I remember you telling me that you liked night orchids so . . .   I thought this might be . . .   nice . . . â   Her voice trails off, tentative, the words hanging in the cool air between them.   She gestures faintly to the blooms encircling the tent, feeling a bit foolish now that sheâs actually saying it out loud.   Sheâs never been one for subterfuge, not really.   Not like Shadowheart, with her guarded words and hidden glances.
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â A teddy bear in the shape of a man and enthusiastic to be used as one! As a Hashira, Kyojuro is often kept away for days and weeks at a time, so he makes the most of every moment you spend together.
â Kyojuro's not happy unless he's got his arms full of his favorite person, so you can expect him to seek you out the moment he arrives home.
â If youâre a civilian and he finds you in the kitchen, heâll drape himself over you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck and lavishing it with smiling kisses, rugged hands settling on your hips.
â Kyojuro wants to be cuddled to sleep and truly canât bear to be parted from you, no matter how swelteringly hot it gets in the summer months. And if he has obligations, he tries to wake up a little early so he can have a few minutes of cuddle time with you before heâs whisked away. You donât even have to be awake for it, he just wants to hold you for a little while <3
â He started out as a big spoon but converted into a little spoon when he discovered what it felt like to be properly held. Heâs no more content than he is when heâs got his back pressed to your chest and youâve curled yourself around his broad frame.Â
â He likes it best when you rub his belly when his eyes are too big for his stomach, always easing a bit of the discomfort <3
â Kyojuro is comfy to lay on, with two perfect pillows for you to rest your head on (his pecs <3). His muscles are quite soft when relaxed, and the way his heart stutters when your cheek rests on it is so cute.
â Kyojuro feels safe in your presence so heâs very prone to falling asleep on your shoulder or with his head in your lap. With his workload and inconsistent sleep schedule, heâs often a cuddle session away from nodding off. Particularly so when you start playing with his flaxen hair, itâs like his off-switch đ€
â Heâs a bit of an oversized lapdog andâll climb into your lap every chance he gets. As far as heâs concerned, thatâs his seat. It looks funny to outsiders if heâs bigger than you, but he hardly cares, all too eager to get all comfy in your lap and tell you about his day.
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â Big, tough man too cool to cuddle? No sir. Tengen is a touchy lover and raises a brow when you try to sit anywhere other than his lap, like why aren't you in your assigned seat? đ€š
â Pulls you flush against his side every chance he gets, wrapping a heavy arm around your shoulders. You often get a companion wet kiss to the cheek to boot just to see you scrunch your face up and wipe his spit off your cheek >:(
â His wives are just like himâ Suma especially who practically hangs off of you with those big doe eyes, clinging onto your arm during outings as a group. Between Tengen and Suma, your hands will never be lonely and you'll certainly never be cold. Those two are space heaters and can't keep their hands off their partners to save their lives.
â Makio is easily flustered by affection but ultimately craves it, even if getting her to admit it is like pulling teeth. A hopeless romantic at heart <3 Sheâs a big spoon and overheats easily, so she prefers to linger on the edges of the cuddle piles. Sheâll smack your thigh if you move around too much with an annoyed grumble. She can be such a meanie sometimes đ
â Hinatsuru doesnât mind holding or being held, she just wants to be close to you. Though generally more soft-spoken than Makio, Tengen, and Suma, her affectionate touch translates her love for her partners so clearly. Often rubs soothing circles over your back, rests a comforting hand on your arm, and pets your hair while you cuddle.
â Tengen likes to talk when you cuddle, prattling on about his or your day while rubbing your side or back mindlessly. Most times, he talks you to sleep or vice versa, considering what a busy guy he is before retirement. Sometimes youâll get caught up in deep conversations about your past lives, silly theories, or ping-pong flirtatious banter until you can barely keep your eyes open.
â Tengen likes it most when you and the wives crawl right on top of him, all to eager to be living furniture for his beautiful spouses while you all gossip and giggle to each other.
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â Dare I say the clingiest partners ever?
â Obanai hesitates where as Mitsuri openly throws herself into your arms at every opportunity. Just be patient and take things slow and he'll follow Mitsuri's example. Itâs a subtle shift, maybe he leans his head on your shoulder to test the waters, unable to meet your eyes. He melts if you wrap an arm around his shoulders and rub his arm, eyelids drooping as he relaxes further against you.
â Mitsuri is a cuddle bug in every sense of the word, like a tiny, purring kitty rubbing its body against your legs when you come near. You swear she chirps like one too, especially when her affections are met with a head pat or tender kiss.
â Obanai wonât say it, but he likes it when heâs in the middle, tucked safely between his two favorite people. The three of you spend many long hours this way, just relaxing in each other's embrace before your obligations call you away from the cuddle puddleâ with no shortage of complaints from your lovers (Obanaiâs longing wistful look as you go is just as painful as Mitsuriâs whines)
â Their clinginess only worsens as your relationship progresses, Iâm afraid đ Obanai has a death grip comparable to a boa constrictor, especially when heâs in a deep sleep.
â I have a vivid image in my mind of Mitsuri having to use her insane strength to pry his arms off of you and scooch herself in your place so you can pee in the middle of the night, barely able to stifle her giggles. (Obanai is very much this meme)
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â Touch starved but doesnât know it, and is also unintentionally touchy. Until he isnât. Until his touches seem all too intentional, never without meaning.
â Cuddling with you is one of his favorite activities and heâll even schedule official cuddle time if you let him, so you never go without the comfort of one anotherâs arms for long. Heâll even decline plans if itâs the wrong time of dayâŠ
âSorry, Iâd love to, but itâs almost four and I always cuddle with my partner around that time.â
â And no itâs not negotiable. What if he was late, or missed it and hurt your feelings? No no, heâs far too considerate for that.
â Besides, he misses cuddle time the most when heâs out in the field, miles away from your warm embrace. You can tell heâs missing you in the letters he sends home, commenting about how it â sure is cold out here,â though the longer he goes without the less subtle he is, rephrasing how he misses you in every paragraph. Can you really blame him? He truly adores you so itâs hard to be away from you :((
â Prefers to be the little spoon but ultimately will be happy no matter how youâre cuddling. (I expand on little spoon Tanjiro in this post <3)
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â Instinctually touchy and yet so unused to cuddling. Inosuke doesnât know much about positive affectionate touch so he tends to squirm out of hugs and gets a little anxious when you hold him still too long, much like a dog would. He asks you what youâre doing, voice a little softer than normal, cheeks a little pink beneath his mask.
âCuddling you?â you reply, equally confused by his reaction as he is to your affection. âWell stop it. It feels weird,â he huffs, and you comply, albeit a bit disheartened. You canât help but be curious about his rejection, so you push past the sudden awkwardness of the moment to inquire about it. âFeels weird how?â âI donât know! It just does!â he snaps defensively, a little frustrated, an emotion you canât help but mirror. But then you relax, reminding yourself to be understanding. It must show on your face though, because he follows you around until heâs sure you arenât mad at him. Your understanding nature is something heâs still getting used to as well.
â Take it slow with him if you can help it, form positive associations with touch, and then try again another time and heâll be more receptive <3 REALLY receptive after a while, like before you know it youâve got a stage 10 clinger on your hands đÂ
â Especially if you start sleeping together, cus he likes to cover you with his whole body as his way of protecting you while youâre in a vulnerable state.
â However, he will get bitchy if he catches you taking naps without him there to cuddle up to you. Like just say you donât love him đ Youâll wonder why heâs giving you dirty looks and the cold shoulder all day, yeah itâs cus you didnât immediately come find him to nap. Traitor.
â He associates cuddling with sleep so heâs prone to nodding off, and if you guide his head to rest on your chest and massage his scalp? Heâs dead to the world, snoring and everything.
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â You cannot pry this man off of you and I mean it. He was clinging to you before you were even an item, often to your leg, your kimono, your hand, wherever he can reach. If you reciprocate once, heâll keep coming back for more of it. So touch starved itâs pitiable, and heâs smart enough to know that looking pathetic earns him sympathy.
â That said, heâs taken aback if you initiate cuddling, almost unable to fathom being desired. Itâs only then that he gets a little shy, chuckling nervously as you take him into your arms. Doesnât know what to do with himself.
â Zenitsu isnât picky about how you cuddle, just that youâre touching in every way possible. Tangles his legs with yours, wriggles as close as humanly possible, and holds your clothing in an iron grip.
â Oftentimes he looks so blissed out when heâs wrapped up in your embrace, eyes half-lidded or drooping with sudden sleepiness. Youâre just so comfortable, and comforting, and beautiful and aaaa before he knows it heâs muttering all these things to you.
You awaken slowly to a considerable weight on your chest, squinting with your eyes closed you feel around blindly and find the familiar shape of your husband sprawled out on top of you. You sigh, recognizing his snores and a smile tugs at your lips despite it being tough to breathe. Your palm rests on his back, bunching in the thick fabric of his hoari. Your eyes finally crack open, the morning light illuminating your fully-dressed partner. Mustâve been a long night, you mused to yourself, able to picture a half-asleep Zenitsu stumbling into bed so clearly in your mind. Though even his unconscious alter-ego tended to seek you out. You turn, shifting Zenitsu onto his side. He stirs, but only slightly, immediately tucking his head under your chin with a grunt. âDonât go,â he murmurs in his sleep, most likely to a dream version of you and a fondness warms your chest. âStay.â
#â§âđŠËâč ashi writes#kny x reader#demon slayer x reader#kyojuro rengoku x reader#rengoku kyojuro x reader#kyoujurou rengoku x reader#obanai iguro x reader#mitsuri kanroji x reader#tengen uzui x reader#obamitsu x reader#obanai x reader x mitsuri#tanjiro kamado x reader#inosuke hashibira x reader#zenitsu agatsuma x reader#kimetsu no yaiba x reader#gn!reader#gender neutral reader
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Youâre the Risk, Iâll Take it
Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader
Summary: The three times Spencer followed advice and the one time he didn't (or as I'd like to better explain it, the three times Spencer fails to flirt and the one time it worked)
Warning: fluff! Just fluff!
A/n: I wanted to write something cute this time with Season 1 Spencer in mind--one of the best eras if you ask me. Hopefully I did him justice in this. The idea of this cute baby boy trying to flirt is too precious honestly. Also, if a guy did the last act for me, I'd fold like a lawn chair, yep. Risk by Gracie Abrams was on repeat while I was writing this and no proof reading was done. Let me know what you think!
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The first move Spencer tried was advised by Derek Morgan, the renowned ladies man
âKid, admit it. You like her,â Morgan pestered him with a slight smile on his face.Â
Spencer scoffed, trying to throw him off from the truth but monumentally failing. âS-sheâs my closest friend. We joined the team at the same time, of course I feel most comfortable with her,â he noted his companionâs eyebrows raising higher and higher with each word. âPlus, she likes hearing what I say even if it has no relation to the case. She asks me questions and genuinely remembers.â
Now it was Morganâs turn to scoff. âYou could be talking about Star Trek and itâs physics mistakes and sheâll still hang on to every word you say.âÂ
âActually, there arenât that many scientific errors in Star Trek. Especially consideringââ
âReid.âÂ
âRight,â he nodded once, trying to push away the urge to continue further. âThat still doesnât mean I like her.âÂ
Morgan tapped the wheel twice before turning to face his partner. âThen answer me this. How do you feel when she walks through the office doors?âÂ
âHappy, I get the same feeling when I see you or Elle come in too,â he found his fingers very interesting then. Like they held the key to unlocking the mysteries of Dark Matter and the answer to the controversial scientific theory âDo parallel universe exist?â. He wasnât telling the whole truthâdidnât want to because how could he, a man of science, explain the other bodily reactions he has when you walk in a room. How he hears his heart stutter in his chest with just a glimpse of youâthe first time it happened, he thought nothing of it, but by the third, he considered making an appointment with a specialist for possible heart arrhythmia. How he sees the room brighten when you smile in his directionâperhaps light sensitivity, and how he feels his body heat up when you utter the words âGood morning, Spence.ââpossibly hot flashes. Self diagnosis that he ruled out once he found you to be the common denominator. That left him with a riddle, a personal conundrum he lost countless of sleep over trying to solve.
âThatâs a lie, Reid. You canât be that happy to see me. You never blush like a tomato when I enter the room. For Greenaway, I could see it but for me, nu-uh,â he argued back. âOkay, what about when sheâs not there, what do you feel then?âÂ
âSad, similar to how Iâd react with you and Elle,â he blurted out another half truth. Another surface level answer that doesnât fully cover how lost he feels without your comforting presence beside him, how gloomy any room he enters in without you in it, and how incomplete his days were without hearing your voice.Â
Morgan snickered. âLies, you have to learn how to lie better to fool an FBI profiler, Reid. You donât think Iâthe team, notice that youâre quieter when she isnât on the case with us?â
âWait. Wait, the whole team?â His voice goes up an octave. You were part of the team, did that mean you knew of the effect you had on him too? âD-Does everyone have the same idea as you do? Everyone?âÂ
âNot everyone, kid. Your secret is still safe,â He smiled wide like a cat that caught the canary. âSo itâs true then, you like her.âÂ
Spencer knew there was no escape from trap, he was just glad that his secret still remained classified from the other party involved. His shoulders sagged as he nodded to confirm Morganâs findings.
âSo whatâs your play then?â
His head whipped to face his companion so fast he felt his meticulously styled hair escape the confines of his ears. âPlay? Thereâs no play. Nothing. Iâm not going to do anything and this conversation stays between us.âÂ
âOh câmon lover boy, you have to do something,â Morgan challenged. âYâknow she likes you back, right?âÂ
âNo she doesnât! I mean, why would she?â Spencer rambled on, unable to comprehend what Morgan was saying. âSheâs herâbeautiful, smart, and cool. Every case we get, thereâs at least one police officer hitting on her. And Iâm meâI talk too much and get awkward in every situation. The exact opposite!â
âReid, donât sell yourself short. She likes you, trust me on this.â He paused, listening to the update on the intercom before continuing on. âSo hereâs what youâre going to do. Compliment her outfit, girls appreciate that. Easy enough, donât you think?â
Spencer really didnât think so after all he had the tendency to go off on a tangent whenever he talks to you but he agrees nonetheless. If Morgan believes he could do it then he couldnât mess it up, right?
âââ
Wrong. It was wrong to take Morganâs advice. Never mind he can recall everything he has ever read, never mind he has an IQ of 187. What good were his talents if he, Dr. Spencer Reid, couldnât string the proper sentences along?
It started when you walked into the office wearing this light yellow blouse that made you more radiant than he thought possible. It was as if the a ray of sun had graced the bullpen and stunned his mind into silence, rendering him tongue-tied. All his monologues and hypothesis bouncing around his overactive brain fell away and the only thing he could think of was how pretty you look.
Morgan cleared his throat, bringing him back to the living. Spencer averted his awestruck gaze and busied himself with an imaginary lint on his red sweater.Â
âHey Y/N, did anything good this weekend?â Morgan asked as you settled into your desk adjacent to his.
You shrugged nonchalantly and teased back. âI bet it wasnât good as yours, Morgan. Picked anyone up last Friday or are your charms no longer working?â
âHuh, i see where this is going. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of bed today.â
Morgan chanced a peek at Spencer and internally groaned. How you didnât notice the kidâs crush on you was beyond himâall the staring and blushing he does when youâre near was a dead giveaway.
âReid. Reid,â Morgan called out.
He closed his mouth and gulped. âHm, what?âÂ
Morgan pointedly stared at him and titled his head towards your direction. A movement lost to you as you noted Elle leaving Gideonâs office.
Spencer opened his mouth to catch your attention but before he could even utter your name, Elle intervened. âQuestion for you, the foot path killer. Whyâd he stutter?â
You swiveled to face her, not having caught Spencerâs intent to speak to you. The unit chief then called them in for a caseâan arson case in a university campus. His shoulders drooped as they rushed to the jet afterwards with no chance of small talk.Â
When there was a lull in the planeâcase discussion finished, he steeled his already apprehensive nerves and took the chance, quickly wishing he hadnât.
âS-so, your shirtâs yellow,â he stated out loud like it was some sort of revelation.Â
âYes,â you drawled out, unsure as to where he was going with this. âThatâs right, Spencer.â
He drummed his fingers on the table and continued on. âDid you know that airplanes tend to avoid the color yellow as it causes dizziness and nausea? A number of studies have shown those exact results and thatâs why itâs almost never used in interiors of various forms of transportation and rarely use in advertising. Itâs like how the red is the most common color used by restaurants as it psychologically makes the viewer hungry.â
You looked down on your top. Yellow was one of your favorites and you specifically chose this as Penelope said and you quote, it looks good on you, brings out your eyes. Boy genius would probably react to it too so naively you splurged on it. But thisâthis wasnât the response you were hoping for. âSpence, are you saying my shirt is making you feel nauseous?â
He blushed and stammered out a strong refusal. âWhat, no! No! IâI meant to sayâyou, you look nice.â
You giggled under your breath, finding his long-winded route to giving you a compliment cute. âNice nice or airsickness nice?âÂ
âNice! Just nice!â He defended on, his voice cracking at the end. He caught Morganâs wide eyed gaze then as if he couldnât believe what train wreck he just witnessed.Â
Cheeks heating up further, Spencer slouched in his seat and busied himself with the files wishing that he could build a memory eraser so he could wipe the events from his and the teamâs minds or better yet, a time machine to redo the whole thing all over again.
The second move Spencer tried was advised by Elle Greenaway, the new recruit
âDo you think itâs weird that I knew that ballad?â He questioned during one of their cases in San Diego. It bothered him since the start of the case. How Morgan had teased him about his incapability of asking out the opposite sex. Never mind that you defended him right back, thatâs a lie, it made him feel special that you did but the joke was still true. A cold stone truth.Â
Elle laughed, flipping her phone repeatedly on the table while waiting for the unsub to take the bait. âI donât know how you know half the stuff you know, but Iâm glad you do.â
âDo you think thatâs why I canât get a date?â He asked as he fiddled with the unfinished Rubikâs cube in his hands.
âHave you ever asked her out?â
There was no need to ask who Elle was referring to, everyone knew of his innocentâwell maybe not so innocent at times specifically during his state of dreamingâcrush for the second youngest member of the team. He shifted his eyes to focus a few tables before hisâat you, sitting beside JJ. âNo."
âThatâs why you canât get a date.âÂ
One of the precincts phone then rang, it was the unsub, causing him to table that conversation in his vast memory.Â
âââ
Thereâs an English saying that states âthe second time is the charmâ and Spencer was hoping there were some truth to the idiom even with no scientific explanation to back it up.Â
A few cases after San Diego, he got an opening that he was unexpectedly looking for. The team was on their way back from a case in Virginia. It was late and the profilers were all tucked in their little corners of the jet decompressing while you and Spencer were huddled on the sofa quietly discussing Doctor Who.Â
âHow could you say your favorite is the Ninth Doctor when you havenât even seen the older episodes?â He rambled, clearly he would have to do something about your limited knowledge in the great universe of Doctor Who. Heâd like to explain it all, 695 episodes of the classic era to you. Heâd take any topic really just to have your interest.
You stared into his hazel speckled eyes and smiled, amused by his reaction. âItâs a bit hard to catch up on a show thatâs been around since the 70s. Plus, itâs a challenge to look for copies.âÂ
âActually, the show started in the 60sâ1963, to be exact,â he clarified. âGarcia has copies we could borrow and watch together. If thatâsââ he cleared his throat and clenched his fists closed, feeling his nails dig into his palms. ââthatâs alright with you. Ifâif not, thereâs a convention happening this weekend. I have an extra ticket, if you want to come withâonly if youâre not busy, I mean.â
âAnd risk you spoiling every episode to me? Iâd rather watch it alone, if you donât mind.â
That dragged his optimism to a crash as if a twenty ton weight landed on his chest, rendering him immovable. Of course you were going to say no. There was no proof that youâd reciprocate his interestsâhe inwardly cursed himself for believing otherwise.
âBut, Iâd like to go with you to the convention,â you said and silently added as your date to yourself, shifting in your seat with a blush blooming on your cheeks at the thought. âAlways wanted to go to one. If youâre fine with me not being in a costume. I think itâll be too late to find one, donât you think?â
Just like that, the weight on his chest lifted, making him feel weightless with glee. A wide smile grew on his face, threatening to burst his cheeks as he shook his head. âThatâs alright! But youâyou can always dress up as Rose!â
You titled your head to the side. âRose?âÂ
âYou know, the Ninth Doctorâs companion?â
âI know who she is, Spence. I just thought you didnât watch the revived series?â
He softly scoffed. âI never said that! I watched it too, mainly to compare it to the classics but Iâve seen it.â
You leaned in, wanting to ask about his opinion on it. âWell, what do you think? I happen to be part of the minority who think the actor who reprised the role did alright.â
He liked seeing you like this. It made him feel like a puppy who had his ownerâs undivided attention. All wide eyed and interested in his conjectures as to why the actor was alright himself but the problems were his short stintâmaking people vilify him over that decisionâand the material some of the writers came up with. He appreciated you nodding along and supplying your own thoughts on the subject. It warmed his heart that here was a beautiful, smart, and cool personâway out of his league, he might addâgiving her precious time away to discuss a nerdy sci-fi show that he could not rant and rave to about to anyone on the team, except for Penelope, and sheâs rarely on the field with them.Â
Your show of interest made him feel seen. Not as an agent with 3 PHDs, not as a genius with 187 IQ, but rather as a person with a right to express himself and occupy space. He wasnât Agent Spencer Reid with you nor Dr. Spencer Reid, he was just Spencer who likes to watch Doctor Who and read literature in their original language.Â
The third move Spencer did was proposed by Penelope Garcia, the spirited tech analystÂ
âWhat do you mean you took her to a convention? For a date?â Penelope squeaked out, unable to comprehend the logic behind the geniusâ actions.
âShe said she always wanted to go,â Spencer stated as the elevator stopped on the fourth floor. He had fun over the weekend. Going around booths with you, listening to invited guest panels talk about the behind the scenes, explaining the reference every costume that youâve pointed out, and just basking in your presence beyond cases. It was a memory he had replayed over and over after it had ended. It occupied his whole mind, and thatâs saying a lot, causing him to do nothing and sit in his leather sofa and smile like a lunatic during the rest of the weekend.
âWell yeah, but thatâs not date material! A date is supposed to be intimateâyou and I go to conventions together, do you count that as a date?âÂ
âWhat? No! No, of course not!âÂ
âExactly, boy wonder. Then what makes you think sheâll count that as a date?â She countered back as she entered her office with Spencer in tow.Â
Silence. Oh.
Penelope sighed, having read the despair painting his face. âDid you at least dress up as the Ninth Doctor?â
âWhat? No. No, I went as the Fourth Doctor. I even hand-knitted the scarf myself.â
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before repeating what she just heard. âYou didnât dress up as her Doctor?â
âNo,â he paused, unsure where she was going with this. âShould I had?â
âYes! Yes, you should have!â Penelope slapped his arm out of frustration. âWhy didnât you call me once she said yes? We could have talked game plan or strategy or at least have gotten you a leather jacket to match her choice of companion.â
âOh, I messed up then, didnât I?â He slumped despondently on the office chair. âYouâyou donât think she thought of it as a date at all?â
She played with her feathered pen, trying to find a way to salvage it for Spencer. âDid you take her out to dinner after?â
He shook his head, finally realizing his mistake.
âOh Spencer,â she approached gently. âI can scoop for details with Y/N later on and report back to you?â
He shook his head. It didnât feel right to have Penelope betray your trust and go behind your back over a mistake that he made. You were a honest person and you deserved to be treated with respect and reverence even though all he wanted now was peer into your viewpoint of the dateânot dateâand figure out once and for all if you saw him as anything beyond a co-worker and a friend.Â
âHm, I think I might just a solution,â Penelope blurted out of the blue.Â
He looked up with a sliver of hope blooming in his chest. Maybe third timeâs the charm. Besides, Penelope was the colleague you spent most of your time out with. You once mentioned that you considered her your best friend, besides from him of course.Â
âYou can bake her a batch of cookies! No one can say no to that,â she excitedly explained, believing it to be full proofâexcept for the fact that he doesnât know how to bake. He wants to ask you out on a date but not to the expense of burning his whole apartment building down.Â
âI canâtâI canât bake, Garcia,â he squeaked out. âDid you know that 44% of all reported home fires are caused by cooking and baking. Those fires have resulted in an average of 470 civilian deaths and 4,150 civilianââ
She interrupted. âIâll give you my recipe and detailed instructions to follow. Thatâll make it easy peasy for you, boy genius.â
âC-canât I just buy from her favorite bakery instead?â
âNo can do, Doctor. Her favorite cookies just so happen to be my creation. She told me so herself.â
âWell, canât I just ask you to make it for me? Iâll buy the ingredients!â
âNope,â she dragged out her refusal. âThink of it as an act of service to her. Plus donât you think itâs highly romantic when she finds out that you baked them yourself?â She swooned just thinking about it.
âRomantic? It wonât be romantic when I burn my apartment down, Garcia.â
She sighed. âFine, Iâll supervise if you want. This weekend, granted if weâre free. But youââ she pointed her feathered pen at him. ââbetter be prepared and Iâm just supervising, okay? Iâm not baking it myself.â
He sighed. At least having Garcia around would make it easier.
âââ-
It did not in fact make it easier. Spencer burnt two batches before six pieces were considered edible. Garcia couldnât understand, hell, he also couldnât. Baking was precise and from his scientific viewpoint, it was a lot like chemistry. He loved science and anything academic, so how is it that he failed miserably, twice, when it came to baking?Â
He shook his head as he entered the office. The first oneâhe stole a glance at Hotchâs office and saw movementâcorrection, the second one arriving early. Sometimes he wondered if the unit chief ever goes home, first in and last out.
He settled in his seat before promptly fidgeting from anticipation. Statistically speaking, you arrive earlier than Morgan or Elle which gave him enough time to gift the paper bag of cookies sitting hidden in his satchel without bringing attention to and embarrassing himself. Heâd like to have little to no audience if he ever does mess it up for the third time.Â
He brought out the cookies, afraid theyâll get crushed between his hardbound books, and placed them on your desk before standing to wash his clammy hands and make coffee. Counter intuitive of him to do as he was already a bundle of nerves and by drinking caffeine he was doubling that but maybe the smell would calm him before shooting up his energy by drinking.
As he exited the mens room, Penelope stepped out of the elevator and squealed. âIs she here? Is she? Did I miss it?â
He shook his head vigorously, trying to silence her excited glees. âNo, sheâs not here yet. Sheâllââ he looked at his watch and ran the numbers. ââbe here soon. Iâm about to brew coffee. Do you want some?â He opened the door for both of them to enter the bullpen.
âIck, no thanks,â Penelope said, scrunching her nose at the thought of drinking even a sip before scurrying away to her cave. âIâd rather not ruin my taste buds on bad coffee.â
He laughed and turned towards the kitchenette. With the coffee brewing, he drummed his fingers on the counter and mentally rehearsed what he would say to you. If he practiced, thereâs less chance of messing it up like the first time, right? In his state of concentration, he missed you entering the office in all of your beautiful glory.
âOoh cookies!â you exclaimed as you opened the unknown package on your table.
Spencer abruptly turned, hitting his side on the corners as he did. His eyes widened as he registered you holding the unsigned paper bag of treats on your desk.Â
âThey must be from Penny,â You continued on, oblivious to his presence and the devastation your remark caused him. Of course, heâd find another way to mess it up. You glanced around and your smile widened as you took in his handsome presence. âOh hey Spence! Look, Penny made me cookies!â You tip-toed out of excitement.Â
He smiled at your enthusiasm for something as simple as treats in the morning. The giggle you gave out as you entered the kitchenette was enough for him to slightly care less for the truth. He loved bringing out the happiness in you. It was like his own personal sunshine shining down on him, soaking him with vitamin D and boosting his overall sense of wellbeing. âDo you want coffee with that? Itâs still hot,â he offered.Â
You tapped the side of your hips with his as a sign of good will. âThanks, Spence! This is turning out to be a great day, donât you think?â
He watched as you busied yourself with putting cream and sugar in your of cup and sighed wistfully. âI think so too.â
And the last move Spencer did was recommended by no one but himself, the awkward 187 genius
With all three acts not delivering, he promised to try one last time without any outside interference besides from yours in his memory. You always did tell him to be himself in any situation, no matter how much he stumbled through any awkward situationâalways there giving him a pat on the back for encouragement.Â
Over the weekend, he spent his time reading two of your favorite booksâwhich didnât take much but he did read them again and again, regardless of his eidetic memory, trying to understand why these specific books were your comfort. Always pushed within the confines of your go bag, dog-eared and brown from age. He wanted to know how theyâve become an extension of you and how it had shaped you to the woman he has fallen in love with.Â
He found himself hunched over his dining table, underlining sentences that made him think of you, scribbling away on the margins (and sometimes on post its too), and tabbing the written pages with a variety of colors that each represent an emotion. The act in it of itself made him feel closer to you than he thought possible. Lines in the books that made him think, ah so this was what formed your kind spirit. This is why your empathy knew no bounds. And this is why your beauty is inside and out. Â
Spencer laid down to rest, anxious for the next day, Monday, to come. His heart threatening to beat out of his chest but his mind oddly calm as if it had a precognition that everything would turn out just right.
âââ
You arrived earlier than he did, throwing him off balance.Â
âHey Spence!â You greeted with a smile. âI got you a croissant and some coffee from that shop near my place.â
He blushed and stammered out a thank you. You were wearing a deep purple blouse that matched the scarf around his neckâthe birthday gift youâve given. He was no believer of the mystics but he took all of these as a sign from the stars. There was no way he would mess this up now.
âIâI got you something too,â he looked inside his satchel, hands shaking from it all. Gods, he wished this would go well or else, he might just die from embarrassment. âItâs nothing much butâI read your two favorite books and justâI wanted to discuss it with you,â he brought out the tabbed copies and presented them to you. âThese are for you. I know you have copies of your own but I-I put my own notes on which lines reminded me of you.â
Your face turned red at the notion behind it all. Here was the BAU genius, the certified lover of the classics and the academia, the man who had your affections since day one, reading two contemporary literatures just for him to present you a gift like no other. You reached out and hugged the precious copies to your chest.Â
âThank you, no oneâs ever done this for me before,â you breathed out, falling deeper into attraction with the perfection in front of you. â Hey Spence, I may sound delusional asking this and you can say no if you want to butââ you visibly gulped, unaware of the audience nearby. ââwould you like to have dinner with me? I make a mean lasagna.â
He turned red and vigorously nodded. âY-Yes. Yes, Iâd love to have dinner with you.â
You giggled, sounding like wind chimes to his ears. He did too, giggle I mean, from the triumph of finally knowing that his feelings were willingly reciprocated.
âFinally, you love birds!â Morgan shouted as he swung his arm around Spencer. âDidnât know how much we could take from this pretty boyââ pointing at him âasking for advice and youââ pointing at you ââpretty girl is as dense as a rock. Tell me again howâd you end up as profiler with those observation skills.âÂ
A hand whacked him at the back. âWay to ruin the moment, Morgan.â Elle chided before turning to Spencer with a smile. âSee told you, you could get a date.â
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Call Me Jen
Huh Yunjin x Male Reader
Tags: A2M, anal creampie, anal whore, big dick worship, butt plug, cheating, dirty talk, escort, finger-fucking, fisting, gape, hotel room, pornstar experience, riding, squirting, sugar daddy, uncut cock
Word Count: 4992
Yunjin wasn't feeling well today. Her boyfriend had cheated on her. All that while she was in the middle of the latest Le Sserafim comeback performances. She needed someone to help her with her frustrations.
You, on the other hand, were just chilling until you received a text message.
"Can we have sex tonight?" Yunjin asked. "Aren't you dating?" you replied back. "Well, yeah, but my boyfriend is a cheating asshole," she replied. "You know what? The best way to forget a cheating asshole is to get fucked in the asshole," you replied. "Then, let's find a quiet place so you can fuck me in the asshole," she said.
You gave Yunjin the address of your favorite 5-star hotel. "Arrive by yourself; tell the front desk you'll be my companion. And don't forget to bring a fake ID not to raise suspicions from those media vultures," you told her. "I'll be there later at night," you said.Â
"I need better assurances than just words after that asshole broke my heart," Yunjin said. "I'll give you the best assurance, money; if you want to have sex with me so bad, I'm gonna reward you like the high-end hooker that you are," you tell her as you give her a proof of deposit in her bank account. "Sure," she said.
Yunjin arrives at the empty room, playing with herself in a one-piece dress. She is feeling a little tired due to the recent comeback performances, but the spatious bed is perfect for her to get some rest and touch herself with no one bothering her. She plays with her tits, fingers her pussy, and last but not least, gapes her ass, preparing herself for a special night.
It's nearly 11 PM, and you have yet to arrive. Yunjin still waits. Either way, she's already got the money. She messages you showing her outfit for tonight, a pink lingerie with a shiny butt plug decorated with pink sapphires shoved in her asshole just to the side of her thong strip. "I'll be there in a couple minutes," you say.
You arrive at the room, finding Yunjin already in a primed position, her body bent over into her bed as you see her exposed fat ass before you even get to see her face. "Nice plug you got in there," you tell her.
"What is inside of it is even nicer," Yunjin says, teasing you the gape move she did during that Unforgiven choreography, placing her long nails right in her buttcheeks. Rumor has it she's got the best gape in the whole industry, so you wanted to test it. She keeps teasing you, finally showing her face as she bites her fingers, before bouncing her ass up in the air a few times, the feeling in the air akin to one of those raw porn scenes filmed in a very dark room.
Yunjin puts her ass further up as she puts her face in the bed, teasing you about her pussy, which you assume is as pink as the fabric she's wearing to cover it. She quickly answers that question to you, pulling her panties to the side and showing off her pussy.
"Ready for a pornstar experience, baby?" Yunjin asks. Using just her middle and index fingers, she puts them between the butt plug's notch, teasing you as she pushes it in and out of her asshole until she takes it completely off, only to push it back in again shortly after. She closes her eyes and winks her still small gape at you, giving you a smile when you come close to her face and then proceeding to lick the plug.
"My asshole is hella tasty," Yunjin says to you. "It'll be even tastier with my cock inside it," you say to her. "I can only hope," she replies.
Yunjin keeps teasing you, licking her plug. She turns around and takes her panties off, pleasing herself as her long nails hit her clit. Yunjin tastes herself, showing off her perfect dick-sucking lips.
"Let me see that pussy," you say, taking your clothes off, kissing Yunjin, and replacing her hands into her cunt. The good massage you give it makes Yunjin's pussy throb and pulsate, anticipating your cock in there.
"Ohhhhh, fuckkkkk," Yunjin softly whispers as you insert a pair of fingers in her cunt. "You wanna fill every inch of my pussy and my asshole?" she asks. You let your fingers answer the question for yourself, pushing them deeper in Yunjin's pussy. "Oh yes, baby, FUCKKKKKKKk," she moans, her legs trembling as she adds an extra pressure fingering her clit while you finger-fuck her cunt.
"Wanna be my little prostitute tonight? Ride that cock like a pornstar?" you ask her. "YES, BABY, I WANNA BE YOUR LITTLE WHORE, YOUR LITTLE FUCKING PROSTITUTE; I LOVE BEING A WHORE," Yunjin screams. "I love having my holes used like fleshlight and pounded like a pornstar," she continues.
"How hard are you gonna use my asshole, baby?" Yunjin asks. "You'll know that soon, baby," you say to her. "But first, I need you to take all these clothes off and let me worship that pussy," you tell her.
Yunjin obliges as she pulls her bra to the side and shows you her perky tits. "Oh my God, yes, eat my pussy; get it ready for your cock; that's what I want, fuckkkkk," she says as you dive her face into her pink hole.
"Get it nice and wet; make my pussy feel good," Yunjin whispers as you work your tongue and finger simultaneously inside her pussy, getting your fingers wet. "You have that asshole stretched out already; put your fingers in there," Yunjin says, showing you her insatiable anal kink.
You put both your index and middle fingers on Yunjin's anus. "Oh my God," you say as Yunjin's butthole surprises you, acting as if it is like a cosmic black hole that sucks everything in its vicinity. If it was behaving like that just with your fingers, can you imagine when you put your cock in there? "Look how gaped it is already, holy shit," you say to her.
You give Yunjin's butthole a trial run as you pump your fingers in and out of it. Your cock is probably twice as large, and those fingers are already doing some nice damage. "Ohhhhhh, fuckkkkkk," Yunjin enjoys it.
"I can't wait to feel that cock in my asshole," Yunjin says as you keep poking it with your fingers. She gives you a massive smile as you toy with her butthole, making her let out a big scream. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" as she starts squirting just with the anal stimulation you provide her.
"Taste it, taste it, taste it," Yunjin begs as you sniff her pussy. You then lie on the bed, your already massive erection pointing up and waiting for her to suck it. "I can't wait to use this cock," Yunjin says. "I wanna do whatever I want with this big fucking cock," she continues as she licks your shaft and you seize the opportunity to spank her sexy ass.
Yunjin gets on top of you as you two start performing a 69. You love how long her legs are and how they wrap around your face. She coats your shaft with her saliva and massages your balls before taking that microphone deep in her throat. "I'm gonna get it very wet," she says.
You can't resist and start thrusting upwards against Yunjin's slutty face. But she clearly wins this round. "Fuck," you scream, unable to beat her magic throat as she just dives it deeper into your shaft, jering it off in triumph. "YESSSSS!" she yells. More saliva covers your cock as you find out Yunjin is truly a nasty spitter.
"That uncut cock is going to feel so good deep in my asshole," Yunjin says as she sucks it further and slaps it in her face, her tongue sticking out in glee. You try to push her head further down your shaft, but once again she takes it like a champion.
"Let me look at that pretty face sucking my big fat cock," you tell Yunjin, turning around in the bed, letting her kneel in front of your body to suck your cock. With you watching, she turns up a notch, bobbing her head even faster trying to prove herself for her sole audience.
"You're so hot working on that dick, don't fucking stop," you tell Yunjin, trying to fuck her face once again only to see her come out on top once more. You get up and start sucking her tits while she masturbates herself. "Enough, just get on top of that cock," you say to her.
"Right there," Yunjin says as your cock enters her pussy. "Oh my God, your cock is so fucking thick, it's twice the size of my asshole boyfriend," Yunjin says. "Such a giant fucking cock stretching my pussy open, that's what I want," she continues.
You wrap your arms around Yunjin's body and thrust upwards against her cunt, determined to destroy it. "YES, POUND THAT PUSSY, I WANT EVERY FUCKING INCH OF THAT COCK," she yells, leaning down as your bodies get closer and she gets her cunt stretched out.
"Take that cock, you fucking whore," you say to her. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," Yunjin screams, but quickly regains control and starts twerking on that big dick. "SPANK MY ASS WHILE I RIDE THAT COCK," she demands, getting really loud as you hit her pale cheeks with your heavy hands.
"Fuck every fucking inch of my fucking pussy, yes, yes, yes," Yunjin drops tons of f-bombs as she bounces on your cock. "Go slow, you fucking slut, don't make me fucking cum yet," you have to ask her as Yunjin is very energetic riding your cock.
Yunjin slows down, switching to straighter and longer bounces. "That's right, you dirty fucking whore," you say to her. She then starts grinding. "You're so deep inside me, just stuff that whole dick in my pussy," she begs. "YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM, FUCKKKKKK," she screams as her pussy juices drip down, her walls clenching harder when you tap her ass shortly after.
As Yunjin tastes herself from your cock, she's already thinking about her next move. "Fuck, I wanna feel this thick cock in my ass," she says. "Then come feel it," you say, getting her body sideways as you prepare to insert that huge prick in her anus at a spooning position.
"Show me that pink asshole," you tell her. "I need your cock in it, please," Yunjin begs. "Right there, right there," she repeats as you slide it in her butthole. "Tell me you want it," you say to her. "Yes, I want this fucking cock, please," she answers.
You thrust fast into Yunjin's asshole in spooning position as she puts her finger in her pussy. "Ohhhh yeahhhhh," she moans as she gives you a big smile. "Make me your little anal whore, yessss," she says as you keep pumping it. "Take it as deep as you can get it; I want every inch of it in my ass, every fucking inch," she begs.
"Stuff that thick cock right in my asshole," Yunjin demands as you stop thrusting and grab her tits while digging deeper and deeper into her anus. "Oh my God, make me take it, fuck," she says as you resume pounding it, trying to push all your nine inches inside it. "I want you to use me like the total whore I am," she says.Â
"USE ME, DADDY, FUCK MY ASSHOLE," Yunjin screams as you increase the heat up her butt. "FUCK MY ASSHOLE, DADDY," she keeps screaming. "Shut your fucking mouth, you prostitute," you tell her, putting your hands over it.
But the last thing Yunjin wants is to stay quiet. "STRETCH THAT ASS, GAPE ME," she screams as soon as you start choking her and hammering her even harder. "This fucking ass is made to be fucked," she tells you.
You slow down and appreciate Yunjin's tight butthole. "You're so fucking good in my ass," she says, kissing you and switching up into more of a girlfriend experience. But quickly she goes back to being her usual whore self. "I don't want you to stop; I want you balls fucking deep in my ass," she says shortly after.
"Give me the whole thing, AHHHHH," Yunjin says before she puts her hands in her mouth and covers it. You manhandle her butthole hard while simultaneously finger-fucking her cunt and making juices rain out of her pussy.
"Stay there," Yunjin says, keeping your cock in her ass. She gets up and climbs on top of your body, sitting on your cock in reverse cowgirl and giving you a perfect view of her sexy ass. "Right there in my ass, daddy," she says, letting you grab her legs and thrust upwards into her butt.
"I love to feel every inch of it in my ass," Yunjin says as she starts riding your big dick. "I want to bounce up and down that cock with my ass until I die," she says. "My asshole is made for that big cock," she continues to talk while bouncing.
"FUCK IT, FUCK IT HARD, DADDY," Yunjin commands as you pound her hard up her butt. "POUND MY FUCKING ASSHOLE," she keeps saying as you now reach your hands to finger her pussy and make her eyes roll with so much pleasure. "FUCK ME AS HARD YOU CAN," she screams, challenging you to destroy her to the fullest.
"Don't make me cum yet, your fucking prostitute," you say, shoving Yunjin's body off of your cock as you nearly fill her ass already. You have been with her for just 15 minutes, but you paid for 30 and want to survive up to it. Yunjin slaps your cock in her face, very satisfied. "Looks like I'm a great fucking prostitute, aren't I, daddy?" she asks.
"My asshole tastes so fucking good in this cock," Yunjin says as she starts savoring your meat. "Stroke with that pretty mouth; you're so good sucking dick," you tell her as Yunjin takes your cock deeper in her throat. "How many fucking cocks have you used like that?" you ask her. "Not enough," Yunjin answers.
"So you like to cheat on your boyfriend before he even cheated on you? What a whore," you say to her face. "Yes, daddy, I can't help myself; I'm a true addict to cock in my ass," Yunjin replies to you.
"Don't worry, I'll give more of it, but first I need to stroke that dick in your naughty tongue," you tell her, jerking off as she licks the tip of your uncut cock every time it emerges out of your foreskin.
"Look what a fucking whore you are," you say to Yunjin. "Now, show me that asshole," you ask her. Yunjin turns around and spreads her cheeks for you to shove your cock back in it. "That pink butthole is so pretty," you tell her right before spitting on it and shutting it down with your massive cock.
"Damn, you're so tight, you fucking bitch," you tell her as you go back into manically thrusting up and down her ass. "Yes, daddy, I want to be one of your favorite fuckholes," you tell her. "It's gonna be a tough competition; I fucked a few of your groupmates, and I can tell they are quite big anal whores too," you tell her, bragging about your perfect nights with the other Le Sserafim girls.
You mount on top of Yunjin to properly use her. "Tell me how you want it," you say to her. "I WANT IT BALLS FUCKING DEEP," Yunjin screams as you stretch her butt out. "GIVE ME WHAT I WANT, THAT BIG THICK COCK BALLS DEEP IN MY ASSHOLE, YESSSSS. BURY IT IN ME, DADDY, BURY THAT FUCKING DICK IN MY ASS, YOU'RE MAKING ME DROOL" she continues to yell as she fingers her pussy and starts coating the bedsheets with her squirt.
"HARDER, DADDY, PLEASE." Yunjin keeps begging, as the only thing preventing you from stuffing your balls up her butthole is the tightness of it. You give her no breaks and pound her hard, fast, and balls deep just as she asks.
"Show me that hole," you tell Yunjin as you pull out of her ass. She spreads her cheeks, showcasing the massive gape you left in her pink anus. "Open it for me," you order as Yunjin spreads her butthole out and shows off her pounded guts to you. "I love when you do it; let me put my fucking tongue in it," you tell her, licking her asshole.
"Oh fuck, daddy, your tongue feels so good in my asshole," Yunjin says to you as you also start to sniff her dirty butthole. You effortlessly put your cock back in it, as her asshole is already so stretched out it offers little resist to your shaft, pounding her now at a straight angle.
"Put that dick where it belongs," Yunjin says as you resume pounding her. Queefing sounds start to come out of her asshole as you put her on the verge of achieving an anal orgasm. You pound her ass, but her pussy lips are now also parting in half, letting all the fluids flow out of Yunjin's body as she gets anally destroyed.
Yunjin cums all over the besheets as you enjoy the pink gape in her anus right after pulling out. "Fuck, that's too pretty," you say it again. "You like this pretty asshole, daddy?" she asks. "Yes, it's so beautiful and swallows up my cock with such ease," you reply.
Yunjin is so horny she starts fisting her entire hand up her butthole. "Oh, fuck," she moans as each of her long fingers disappears one by one inside her anus. "Oh my god, you really want to stretch that ass to the fullest for me," you say as you watch Yunjin put her arm all the way up to her wrist inside her asshole, even fitting the pair of bracelets she's wearing all the way down it.
"That fucking asshole is made to take cocks," Yunjin flaunts about it as she keeps fisting herself and teasing you. Watching Yunjin squirt as she puts her arm up, her anus is so beautiful. "Don't stop, keep going," you motivate her. "I love that," you say just as Yunjin finishes it and leaves her hand up her mouth to enjoy more of the taste of her asshole.
Yunjin keeps teasing her anus for you, fisting it, winking it, and gaping it multiple times. "It's so fucking made for anal," she says while doing it, building up your desire to get back inside it. "All I want now is to be your anal whore, daddy," she adds.
You fulfill Yunjin's wish and, with no warning, shove your cock back in her asshole. "OH MY GOD, FUCKKKKK," she soon screams. "I'M SO ADDICTED TO YOUR COCK, IT'S LIKE A FUCKING DRUG," she keeps going as you treat her butthole like a jerkoff fleshlight.
"I love how you make me your personal fuckhole, daddy," Yunjin says as you increase the pace even further. "I'M YOUR FUCKHOLE, I'M YOUR FUCKHOLE, YES, YES, YES," she screams nonstop.
"Wanna sit on that dick?" you ask Yunjin after you're finished drilling her. "Of course," she says. "Then turn around and show me that ass; I want to see it getting impaled by my big fat cock," you tell her.
"Perfect," you say as Yunjin slides your cock up her butthole and starts twerking on it. You slap her cheeks, which she interprets as a code to go harder. "Fuck, I love this so much," you say as she starts spreading them out while bouncing on it.
"You want to cum in that tight little fucking asshole, don't you, daddy?" Yunjin asks as she picks up the pace. "Definitely," you tell her. "Look how I take this whole fucking thing in my ass; isn't it good, daddy?" She keeps asking, but you can only groan, trying to hold your composure not to cum as her butthole clenches all over that dick.
"You've got such a perfect asshole," you compliment Yunjin while giving her butt a couple extra slaps as she stays bouncing on your cock. "And you've got such a perfect way to fuck it, daddy," she responds. "Fuck my ass hard while I play with my pussy; make me squirt all over these bedsheets," she continues.
You thrust up Yunjin's butt once again, making her cheeks clap. "Come taste more of that asshole, baby," you say once you're finished. Yunjin slowly pulls your cock out, only to surprise you with an insane deepthroat that drives you crazy, then playing with your shaft and sucking it like a lollipop, spitting all over it like a good whore playing with her personal toy.Â
"I love to stuff that cock down my pretty mouth the way you stuffed it up my ass," Yunjin says as she gets very sloppy with your prick, bobbing her head on it while grabbing your balls and making it throb.Â
Yunjin uses the spit on your dick to lube it and sits on it shortly after, this time with her face turned to you. But better yet, her squirting cunt facing you and giving you easy access to finger it, hoping for a gush so intense that it hits your face.
You quickly show Yunjin who's in control and fuck her hard even with her tall body on top of yours. Her pussy slowly starts to get wetter, her tits bounce, and her eyes roll. "Yessssssss," she moans hard. "Your asshole is so good, still so fucking tight after all that gaping," you tell her.Â
"OH, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM," Yunjin screams as she puts her hands in her cunt and starts fingering it. "FUCK, I'M CUMMING WITH THAT BIG COCK IN MY ASS, AHHHH," she says shortly after, rewarding you with a huge gush of her juice right as your face, just like you wanted it. "God, I love how you make me cum by fucking my asshole," Yunjin praises you shortly after.
Yunjin takes a little break to recover, riding your cock at a very slow pace. "Look at those slow and deep strokes all the way down my asshole; aren't they sexy, daddy?" she asks.
"They make you look like a prostitute, an anal whore," you tell her. "Hmmm, I love looking like an anal whore, daddy," Yunjin says, grinding on your cock just as you grab her neck and choke her. "Don't stop it; keep grinding, you fucking slut," you demand as you reach into her tits and pinch her nipples. Yunjin moans full of pleasure and then shares a few kisses with you. "Good girl, I'm gonna reward you for that," you say to her.
You put Yunjin in a missionary position in bed and push her long legs over her head, inserting your cock back in her ass for another round, pounding her balls deep on an anal mating press while she fingers herself. "Ohhhhh, fuckkkk," a submissive Yunjin moans. "You fuck my little asshole so fucking perfectly, daddy," she says.
"You're such a nasty, worthless whore," you degrade Yunjin while spanking and fucking her butt. "YES, I AM YOU ANAL WHORE, DADDY. THAT'S WHAT I WANT TO BE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE," Yunjin answers screaming.
"Then spread that hole for me to see it again; I bet your boyfriend can't gape it the way I do," you tell Yunjin. "Yes, daddy, only you gape me like that," she replies, winking her butthole and telling you she wants more.
You destroy Yunjin's ass much to her enjoyment. She loves it, playing with her gaping butthole again and stretching it wide. "Tell me how much you love your big fucking cock taking this beautiful pink asshole, daddy," she says. You tell her by flipping Yunjin around and appreciating her asshole with more tonguing and sniffing, just how she likes it, and making her cum once again all over the bedsheets.
"Taste my asshole after you fucked it; admire the work your big cock did on it," Yunjin says to you. "Damn, you got the most perfect butthole I've seen," you tell her. "You say that to every whore you fuck in the ass, don't you, daddy?" Yunjin giggles and pokes fun of you.
"Spread that hole; I ain't done fucking that ass," you tell her, pushing your cock back inside Yunjin at a prone bone position and pushing her body hard against the already very wet bedsheets. "Look at this hole; it's so fucking hot," you say as you plow Yunjin into oblivion, enjoying her sexy moans. You love stretching her out so much that you insert your fingers alongside your cock in her ass. "Hmmm, I love it, daddy, always wanted to have two in my ass at the same time," Yunjin says.
"How much can you take, you fucking whore?" you ask Yunjin as you shove your middle finger deeper in her anus. "As much as you want to, daddy, spread me open and fuck me harder; spread that slutty hole open; hit me right in that fucking asshole," she begs. You do just that, leaving your mark all over Yunjin's ass.
"Damn, it's so fucking perfect," you're all praising about Yunjin's butthole. You put her ass up and grab what is still left of Yunjin's lingerie to control her while you pound her ass, treating her like a toy.
"FUCK IT, DADDY, SHOW ME HOW THAT ASS IS BUILT TO TAKE BIG COCKS," Yunjin begs as you destroy her. That's who she is, a prostitute, an anal whore; the only difference between her and a pornstar is that she whores herself while the cameras are off, but fucking her is indeed a top-notch pornstar experience similar to some of the best anal queens.
"In and out, daddy, toy with my fucking butthole," Yunjin demands as you tease her with your cock going back and forth in and out of her anus. "Now gape me open, gape my fucking asshole," she begs once you thrust hard back in, using her to the fullest.
"Holy fuck," you get shocked at the size of the gap you imprinted on Yunjin as she spreads her cheeks open. You might be able to fit a tennis ball in there considering how wide it is.
But you aren't done, turning Yunjin around for another round as you want to gape her butthole even further. She fingers herself and asks to be split open and fucked hard. You do just as she asks, ramming her ass with all your intensity. "That's still not enough, you fucking whore?" you ask her, now choking Yunjin with both hands.
"NO DADDY, IT'S NOT ENOUGH, I WANT YOU TO POUND ME UNTIL YOU FUCKING FILL MY ASS WITH YOUR THICK CUM," Yunjin screams as she starts squirting once again with her fingers all over her cunt. "I'm gonna do that, but first I'm going to play a little more with you, whore," you say.
You stick your fingers up Yunjin's squirting cunt before moving them to fist her asshole. "Is that what you want, whore? A fucking gaped and fisted butthole?" you ask her. "YES, DADDY, THAT'S WHAT I WANT, EVEN BETTER IF IT'S FULL OF YOUR CUM," she says.Â
"Cum in my asshole, cum in my fucking asshole; that's what I want; please, use this fucking asshole to cum," Yunjin says. "You wanna see this fucking asshole stretched wide open for you?" she asks, doing the fisting now.
"Put it right back in, daddy, show how much you want to use this fucking gaping asshole to cum," Yunjin moans. You jerk your cock off, teasing her. "Stoke that fucking cock and cum in my asshole; make it your little personal cumhole," Yunjin begs and moans as you slide it right back in it for one last round.
Just a couple thrusts are enough for you to fill Yunjin's butthole with your load. She loves it and fists her ass in search of that cum, scooping it with her hands and tasting it. "My asshole is so delicious," she tells you as your cum can't stop leaking from her anus. "Maybe I need to push it deeper," you say, inserting your cock for a little extra fucking. "Yes, daddy, fuck that cum all the way deep into my ass," Yunjin celebrates.
Epilogue
Yunjin puts her butt plug back in as she treasures your cum in her hole. "Fuck, I'm just so full of cum now," she says. "You're now my anal cumwhore, my sugar baby, Yunjin," you tell her. "Yes, daddy, that's what I am; by the way, you can call me Jen," she says.
"Hmmm, Jen and Michelle, that's a nice pair of sugar babies," you tell her.
"Michelle?" A confused Yunjin asks just as someone opens the door of the hotel room.
"Speaking of the devil," you say.
"Looks like you two had a lot of fun in there," Chaewon says. "Indeed we had; wanna go next, Michelle?" you ask her.
"We could do this together, couldn't we?" Chaewon asks. "Her ass is probably too sore for that, but she can use her mouth to help me fuck your ass," you tell Chaewon.
"Deal," the bob girl answers as she takes her clothes off, spreads her ass and you put your cock in there. The night has just gotten even more perfect.
"Let's see if you can be a bigger anal whore than me, Michelle," Yunjin challenges Chaewon as you dig deeper into the older girl's asshole.
"You know what? Let's call Kkura and Zuha too and settle this for good," Chaewon replies.
It looks like we're gonna have an anal whore competition here.
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Bruce sends his kids little notes using carrier bats. It first started when Dick moved out and he wanted to talk to his son but didn't want to call and then have dick hang up on him or decline, didn't want to see his message be left on read, so he bought a little circus bat and taught it to fly to wherever Dickâs scent was (ie he would hang a piece of dicks clothing up at one end of the cave) and built him a nest built of dicks old bedsheets and then tied a little note to its foot, just a little question about how the weather is in Bludhaven and if hes getting enough sleep and alfred misses him, nothing that can be seen as overbearing or forcing himself into his life, and the little bat flies all the way to Bludhaven and hangs on Dicks window and Dick sees it and memories slam into him full force because bats are batman and robin and he cant, not yet. So he doesn't open the window. Ignores him. But the little bat is anything if not as stubborn as the man who trained him so he stays. And after two days Dick relents because the bat hasn't moved an inch and is probably hungry, so he brings him inside and then he sees the note for the first time and opens it and then he breaks and the tears flow because Bruce cares and bruce still wants him. And dick spends time with the little bat and takes it on missions as Nightwing because theyâre both nocturnal and then finally, dick attaches a little note to the bats leg and he flies off to bruce. And bruce sees the little bat on his window and opens it, when he spots Dick standing just below, smiling faintly. âHey b.âÂ
Bruce gets a bat from the cave ceiling for Babs almost immediately after her accident with Joker because he has responsibilities but he cant leave her alone so he sends her notes everyday and hopes the bat is a good enough companion and when she becomes oracle the bat serves as an exchange of information and contacts and bruce still uses him to check up on her and babs rolls her eyes everytime, but its fond
And so then when Jason comes bruce finds another little bat hanging in crime alley and uses her as a therapy animal after he dies and trains her the way he trained Dickâs but the bat doesn't have anyone to fly to and bruce tries not to cry when he sends it out with notes and it returns because it has no one to deliver to⊠until one day it doesn't come back. And bruce is afraid and confused and a week later the bat is back, a new note attached to her leg and bruce takes it and breaks down and he gets to talk to his son again.Â
Tim already comes with his own bat because Nightwing has one, but the little girl imprints on Bruce right away and Tim pouts but he cant really be angry, not when Bruce sends his bat over to him almost daily while hes in the batcave or his room or the tower with reminders to eat and sleep and coupons for coffee
When Steph arrives Bruce hates himself for firing her but he just cant right now, but he stills gets a bat from the cave and sends it to her and apologizes because he cant bring himself to leave everything unspoken between them and Steph actually adores it and every so often sheâll send him a note and bruce knows hes forgiven
For Damian theres no need for a bat because he lives in the house with Bruce, but then they have Goliath and well⊠he serves as a messenger when no one else can get damian out of the training area
bruce has never named the bats, thinking that was for them alone to do and he didnt want to get too attached because theres always a chance he pushed too far and his kids wont send a message back, but one day all his kids were hanging out in the living room together and bruce had just come up to join them when he hears dick say "hey wheres b? the movie's about to start?" and jason chucks a piece of popcorn in his mouth and goes "idk, ill send him a note." but tim goes "no i will!" and all together they yell "ROBIN!!!" and all their bats come flying from the cave and fly to their specific masters and Bruce cant fight the tears and when every little bat flies towards him and delivers their note he walks out into the living room and gives them the biggest hug
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hello, I would like to make a request, a story based on the last episode of yours, Five talking to another Five in the final conversation and they talk about his wife and Canon Five doesn't have one, thanks if you want
a/n: i absolutely loved writing this ty for sending this in ! <3
warnings: language, slight angst, spoilers
summary: Five discovers his missing piece
When Five stumbled into Maxâs and came across an entire diner full of alternate versions of himself, about a million different questions raced through his mind. However, the most pressing issue he found himself wanting to address was the context behind the lovingly placed portrait of a woman on the wall.
âWhoâs the girl?â He asks his counterpart, his eyes remaining glued to the painting. The womanâs smile was gentle, her eyes kind, and her face the most beautiful heâd ever seen. He almost felt drawn to it in a way, as if there was some type of magnetic pull gravitating his focus to her and only her. It was like seeing a ghost or a familiar face from a dream that youâre not quite able to place.
âDonât you recognize her?â The other Five retorts perplexed, confusion clearly etched on his features. âThatâs y/n.â
âCanât say Iâm familiar,â the Boy confesses with an apologetic sigh as he finally pulls his attention away from the painting and sets it back to the Five in front of him.
âNo wonder youâre such a mess,â server Five notes with a diverted smile as he tops off their coffee. Calling over his shoulder, he announces to all Fives, âThe poor bastard doesnât have a y/n.â
Murmurs of surprise and astonished laughter fill the cafe at the news, prompting Fiveâs face to heat in embarrassment at being the butt of a joke he has no grasp of. What do these Fives know that he doesnât?
âCould you please be so kind as to fill me in on who this y/n is,â he requests agitatedly through gritted teeth. Reaching into his pocket, his counterpart pulls out a weathered photograph and slides it across the table for Five to see.
âY/n is the missing piece that completes every Five. We all meet her in different ways at different points of our lives, but every time she manages to anchor us back down to earth. Y/n is the glue that holds us together when everything goes to shit. She believes in us, sees the humanity in us despite the horrors weâve seen and the atrocities weâve committed. She gives us unconditional love even when we think we donât need it, when we think it couldnât possibly exist.â
As Fives look down at the photo before him, he sees himself- or rather, another version of himself- enveloping y/n in his arms. They stand in front of a beautiful home with a picket white fence and a garden full of flowers smiling with pure bliss. Itâs clear that the woman loved this version of him by the adoring look in her eyes, and itâs even clearer that she meant everything to the Five sitting across from him.
âShe means something different to each of us, but I was one of the Fiveâs lucky enough to make her my wife,â his companion notes with an evocative smile. âThat photo was taken on our honeymoon.
âWhere is she now?â Five asks somberly after handing back the photograph.
âDead,â he replies quietly, releasing a mournful sigh as he sinks back into the booth. âLost her in an accident while I was trying to stop the apocalypse for a third time. Thatâs when I decided it was time to hang in the towel.â
âIâm sorry about that.â
âWe had a good run together, I wouldnât change any of it,â the replica admits with a reminiscent smile. He takes another look at the photo, committing it to memory before handing it back to Five. âI think you need this more than I do. You may not have had the chance to know your y/n, but judging by the look on your face when you spotted the portrait I have a good feeling you would have loved her just the same.â
Gingerly taking the photograph back, Five stops to admire her gentle features and adoring smile before tucking it safely into the pocket of his suit. âThank you.â
âYou know what you have to do to fix the timelines,â the other Five firmly instructs him. âJust promise me youâll do by right by my wife. She deserves a safe timeline to live in, one where she can grow old and be happy.â
Rising from his seat at the booth, Five takes one last longing look at the portrait on the wall before returning his gaze to the boy in front of him.
âYou have my word.â
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Pick me girls and Dateables - Part 3
Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)
Part 1 - Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x reader, separately)
Part 2 - Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)
Masterlist
CW: pick me girl behavior, suggestive, mentions of sex, mentions of violence and threats, mentions of concubines (no concubines, tho), implied marriage (??), jealous mc, some fluff, some hurt, some comfort, the most ooc out of every part of the series, Barbatos's part is based on one of his chats (A patissier's suffering?)
A/N at the end.
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Diavolo
So the Devildom had concubines, what about it? It's not like Diavolo had any concubines. You were his only partner and, apparently, the first one in a long while. You had nothing to worry about.
Still, it was impossible not to feel so dejected when every single one of the demons in his court buttered him up so blatantly, not caring that you were next to him, arms linked and fingers intertwined.
And he smiled. Of course, what else could he do but smile? He had a duty to fulfill and that probably meant keeping certain people happy, right?
At least, that was the mantra in your head. Your heart kept hurting itself, but having a reason made it manageable.
"Well? Have you thought about it?"
You turned to your side and stared at the demoness beside you. She was mesmerizing and looking at her directly made you lose focus.
Have I thought about it? I haven't stop thinking about it.
"Remember that I'm acting on behalf of his wellbeing" she said sweetly, caressing your wrist like she wanted to flirt with you "And I guess I could make you happy too"
That made you laugh without an ounce of humor. Both of you knew she wasn't being serious about that one and you wondered why she said it in the first place. Making her Diavolo's concubine would make her his wife in everything but paper. Did she expect giving you orgasms would make you happier about it?
"Leave me alone" you whispered against your drink, not trusting your voice to act decently.
"How can you be so selfish?" she spat, leaving you speechless "This is for his own good. How long will you live, human? Do you expect him to be alone after your death? My only wish is to keep him company once you're gone and starting now would make the transition easier. He'll still love you, sure, but this way he could be happier. How can you not understand something so simple?"
A demon she was, you remembered. Had you been a regular human, you would've believed her concerned face, but to you it was obvious how impatient she was and how much she wanted to leave you there, alone and breaking, so she could finally speak to Diavolo.
"MC"
Both of you jumped, turning around just to see Barbatos's unfazed smile.
"Lord Diavolo asks for you" he informed when you didn't answer, too surprised to react. "Follow me if you please"
"If I may" intervened your companion, close to giving you a heart attack "I must speak to Prince Diavolo. It's an urgent matter"
The butler looked at you, asking for your permission, but you didn't know how to react. It seemed your throat decided to stop working at that exact moment.
"Very well, then"
The demoness eagerly jumped at his words, not wasting a second in leaving the corner you were occupying to look for the prince, who had finally stopped talking to his subjects and was sitting alone in his throne.
Barbatos stared at her before offering you his arm.
"You have nothing to worry about"
He seemed confident, so you believed him. However, the distance you walked towards the throne felt longer than ever.
Your boyfriend looked unnaturally serious at your arrival, an expression his face was not made for. It softened when he saw you, but, still, he didn't fully smile.
"My love, come here" he palmed his thigh and not in a million years would you reject that offer.
Diavolo smiled at the speed you moved, barely restraining himself from kissing you. Instead, he turned to the demoness and presented her to you.
"I believe you've met her already, MC. Did you know about her offer? Did you know she wishes to serve me?"
He patiently waited for your answer, holding you against his chest and caressing your hip bones with the pad of his fingers and the tip of his nails, making you shiver.
Serve? That's the word she decided to use? She wasn't lying, sure, but it was far from the intention she actually had.
"We talked about it" you said in the end.
There was silence for a few seconds, broken only by the sounds of people still drinking and dancing. Diavolo and Barbatos looked at each other, having a conversation no one else could hear.
"I take it you rejected her proposition?"
Obviously.
You nodded and he cupped your face with a sad frown. Your heart skipped a beat.
"That's a pity, my love"
For a moment you moved away from him, too lost in your incredulity to answer or even acknowledge the crazy smile on the demoness's face, but, not even a second later, Diavolo brought you back to him and continued.
"She would've make a wonderful lady in waiting"
Huh?
"Wait, what?"
Both of you ignored the woman, who looked like she'd been slapped in the face with something rotten, which, in her mind, was probably accurate.
"I asked to serve you, my Lord, not the human..."
"Beware your words" interrupted Barbatos, his tail swishing behind him like a whip.
She stopped talking then, very obviously swallowing her opinions. Diavolo speaked again.
"By serving you, she'll serve me. Give her an opportunity to make you happy and, if she fails, we'll get rid of her"
What did he mean, get rid of her? You opened your mouth to ask, but he jerked his leg, making you jump. His smile was wide, but his eyes held a warning.
You decided to let it go.
"Okay"
Diavolo laughed as loud as he usually did, finally hugging you and ignoring both Barbatos's reprimanding glance and the demoness's sour expression.
But wait.
Wait.
He said 'lady in waiting'. Like... Uh...
Were you getting married?
Barbatos
'I'll be waiting in the classroom'
That's what his last message said.
And you'd never be dumb enough to reject that invitation. ÂżSpending time with your boyfriend and eating his homemade cookies? Hell yeah!
You just had to be careful not to catch Beel's attention, avoiding the main hallways and hiding between the taller students, which were almost everyone.
By the time you finally arrived to the classroom (you got lost, but you'd never admit that to anyone), you were fairly sure all of your classmates had already gone home.
Alas, you were wrong.
Barbatos's figure was as composed as ever, but you knew him just enough to know how irritated he actually was. Were you this late? It was never your intention!
But no, no, that wasn't the root of the problem.
You knew her, kinda. Not personally, but you'd seen her a lot of times in the castle, cleaning plates in the kitchen or clearing up the table after one of Diavolo's dinner parties. She looked weird in the school's uniform instead of the one the maids used, but you guessed they too had to go to RAD, just like the brothers did.
So why did Barbatos look so uncomfortable?
Both of them stared at you when you entered, walking towards him while staring at her in search of an explanation.
"MC! You're finally here"
He smiled at you with candid eyes, discreetly holding your hand and restraining himself from kissing you in front of the girl, who cleared her throat to break the moment and grinned at Barbatos like you weren't there at all.
Foolish mistake if you'd ever seen one.
Your boyfriend frowned before turning in her direction, clearly giving her one last oportunity before kicking her out of there and reclaiming his alone time with you.
The girl purposely made herself meek, lowering her gaze as if making visual contact with him was too much, something you could totally understand.
"Master Barbatos, please, I'm begging you. I just wish to learn"
You raised your eyebrows and waited for his answer. Instead, she kept talking.
"I'll follow every one of your orders, sir, I promise" arms behind her back and body slightly swaying, you now understood why he was in the edge of snapping "The others don't appreciate you as much as I do. I'll be your best student"
He stared at her, you stared at her, she stared at him, batting her lashes with a weirdly fake innocent smile.
Her demeanor vanished when the Royal Butler spoke.
"I recomend you stop this nonsense at once" he finally said, breaking the uncomfortable silence "You're embarrassing yourself and Lord Diavolo's service's good reputation"
The poor maid gaped like a fish, although you weren't feeling bad for her.
You stayed behind him, closing the distance as much as possible while staring at her over his shoulder. If you ate a cookie now, would it be too much? He'd probably forgive you, but you'd rather not risk your chances.
"You will stay on cleaning duty as long as I say and you will stop the rumors that I know have been traveling all around the castle"
She lowered her gaze again, this time in submission and humiliation. His voice sounded venomous and you could swear the room's temperature dropped a few degrees. The air was still and smelled damped and rottening.
"If the gossip hasn't disappear by midnight, rest assured, I will make sure you keep your mouth fully shut"
The threat was clear in his words, something that shouldn't, but still surprised you. The maid trembled in response before bowing and running out the classroom.
You stared at the door in surprise, not turning around until he talked again.
"Do forgive me, my dear, but you know how much I dispise rats"
He sounded scarier than ever, letting his forked tongue slip between his teeth before he searched around the room, like he was trying to find more pests.
Then, he turned to you and smiled like nothing happened, holding a cookie to your mouth as the tips of his gloved fingers caressed your jaw.
"Let's forget about this ordeal, MC. After all, I saved these just for you"
Solomon
If there was something worse than feeling jealous, it was Solomon knowing you were jealous.
You thought you could catch a break, uh? Well, you couldn't be more wrong: your boyfriend knew the moment he saw you staring at that witch.
She was cute, you guessed? Nothing exceptional, but not hideous either. You wouldn't mind at all if not for the fact that she used her appearance like a nuclear weapon.
"Oh, you're so cute!" she'd told you once "I wish I was as cute as you!"
And at first you thought nothing of it. She was just being nice! A little weird about it, sure, but who wasn't weird in RAD?
Except, she wasn't looking at you when she said that, but, instead, at your boyfriend.
Of course, Solomon, unbothered as ever, was too engrossed in the cooking book he'd borrowed from the library to pay attention.
(Later that night you had to order takeout, but you were already counting on that).
The point was: she was trying too hard. You couldn't blame her, really, you dated Solomon for a reason; but still. She was getting on your nerves.
"I'm so dumb... I'll never get it! Solomon, can you help me with this?"
Opening a door with magic? Difficult? Yeah, right.
"I've never dated a human before... How is it, MC? I bet Solomon is a great boyfriend"
He has his moments.
"Solomon! Sit with me, I saved you a seat! Why? Oh, I concentrate better when you're here!"
Shit, could she concentrate at all?
"You're so powerful! You'll have to let me have him for a night, MC! He could teach me a couple of things..."
You closed your fist, staring at her with a frown while talking yourself out of mauling her across the table. You didn't need Lucifer's rants about impropriety and self restraint on top of all of this.
"MC and I have a lesson tonight" the sorcerer said with a polite smile, unusually kind eyes and an unreadable expression "Would you like to tag along?"
She sighed and rolled her eyes, lowering her gaze in embarrassment, although you weren't sure if she was really embarrassed.
"Could we hang out alone, tho? I don't want MC to see how dumb I am. They're so much better than me! I bet I need you more than they do!"
Well, you didn't need to study with her to know she was dumb as bricks.
You looked at Solomon, opening your eyes so much in bewilderment that even the insides of your cornea were getting dry. Not a second later he turned to you, smiling with mischief, and then you remembered who were you actually dating.
"It's either this or nothing. Be in Purgatory Hall at 6, we won't be waiting for you"
The witch quickly looked at you, frustrated at his words. It wasn't ideal, you knew, thirdwheeling your crush and his partner in a study date, but what else did she expect? Every other option was plain stupid.
"Okay"
She snorted, trying to hide the disgust and disappoinment without much success. Once she left you alone, swaying her hips and her ponytail, you punched Solomon in the arm and reveled in his pain.
"MC!! Relax!"
"Don't tell me to relax!"
You tried to choke him, but he hid his neck under his shoulders before you could lift yourself to reach him better. He knew you too well.
"MC, I have an idea! You'll like it, believe me!"
"Oh, really?"
"I swear!"
Once free from your attacks, Solomon avoided your eyes and stared at his hands. It took him a couple of seconds before he could look at you again, cheeks red, while he spoke from his heart.
"I couldn't care less about her attempts, MC, but she's obviously making you uncomfortable. I won't let this keep going if I can do something about it"
"But why did you invite her to our lesson, then?"
He laughed in a carefree manner, still blushing while he took your hands in his, looking at you like he was about to uncover a precious secret.
"As your teacher, I want you to explore your potential to the maximum"
His voice lowered to a whisper and you got closer to him, letting your body shiver when his breath caressed the skin of your neck.
"Say, MC, wouldn't you like to have your very own training dummy?"
Simeon
Oh, the privileges of being friends with the most powerful demons in the Devildom.
All you had to do was pout a little and act like you were miserable, missing the warmth of the sun and the familiar scenery of the human world. Of course, all of them knew you were exaggerating, but none would take the risk of actually making you sad.
So there you were, waiting for your drinks while Simeon sunbathed outside, sitting in one of those ornate metal chairs and writing some loose ideas for his next book in a napkin. After all, you'd be crazy if you ever went to the human realm without using the opportunity to have a date with your sweetheart of a boyfriend.
If not for the brightness of his suit, he would look like a college student from an old movie, all dreamy and focused in his own world.
And, apparently, you weren't the only one thinking that.
There were a group of girls outside the cafe, all of them young, maybe even fresh out of high school, staring at Simeon like he was some kind of celebrity. Maybe it was his angelic charisma? Maybe it was just his good looks? Whatever the reason, the girls seemed ready enough to conquer the world and they wanted to start with your boyfriend.
You studied your surroundings, realizing with an uncomfortable weigh in your chest just how busy the place was. There was no way you were getting your order in less than five minutes, even being the first in line, so the only thing you could do was wait and hope the girls wouldn't bother Simeon too much.
They stayed in a closed circle for a few moments until one of them finally dared to go and talk to him. She tried to sit in the second chair, but Simeon stopped her with a quick movement of his hand, probably saying he was saving it for you.
That made you laugh, but you were starting to get second hand embarrassment. You could tell she was trying hard to catch his attention, twirling her hair around her finger and hugging her waist to make her breasts look bigger.
You couldn't see Simeon's face, but, by the way he was scratching the paper, it was obvious he was losing focus on whatever he was previously writing, which would only make him irritated.
Fortunately, and rather rudely, the waitress finally gave you the styrofoam cups and immediately ignored you again, but you couldn't care less. The girl returned to her friends just as you stepped out of the cafe, letting you know part of what happened.
"He said he didn't know what part of him made him look interested in me" she snarled with a hint of hurt in her voice, trying to hide it with offense "That I should find someone that actually finds me entertaining"
Her friends gasped and you had to stop yourself from laughing. He wasn't usually that snappy, but she did interrupt his daydreaming.
"I don't even care what he thinks, he's just some dude! I can catch anyone I want, you know?"
Anyone but him, apparently, but the only thing her friends could do was agree.
Shaking your head and holding one drink in each hand, you stopped the eavesdropping and hurried towards him, leaning over his shoulder to kiss his cheek and smiling softly when he raised his hands to stroke your hair. He was warm from the sun, but he still curled close to you even after letting you sit next to him.
The girls audibly gasped at your actions, clearly offended by your presence as if Simeon would change his mind if they waited enough.
You couldn't bring yourself to pay them attention. Not when he was caressing your knuckles with such love in his touch and a feeling so deep in his eyes that it made your heart violently stop.
"So what were you writing?"
He smiled and eagerly showed you the napkin. By the time you turned around, the girls were already gone.
Tagging the party: @hello-gloomy @the-sassiest-toaster @hero-nii-blog @yourlocalyin @elaemae @eliciria @darkflowerav
Author's note:
Simeon's part sucked the soul out of me (not in the good way), but at least it's well-written. Also, this will be the last part for now: I don't know Mephisto, Raphael or Thirteen enough, so they won't be in any of my posts (for now)
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*àčâĄŐ i, spy.
pairings. sylus, fem!reader tags. 1.5k wc, mild angst, suggestive ending, jealousy, petnames as usual (kitten, sweetie, baby doll), alcohol consumption, sylus being annoying lmao, loosely inspired by his immobilized memory
sylus can be very petty when he wants to be.
todayâs weather was beyond freezing, and the view of the icy mountains in the arctic region stood tall over the hotel grounds where the hunterâs association team-building event was taking place. you had spent the entire day engaged in activities with your team, enjoying every moment, and your laughter mingling with the cheerful atmosphere. it had been awhile since you last went on a snowboarding trip with the rest of your hunter friends, so this day brought about just the perfect quality time to boost camaraderie amongst your team.Â
unbeknownst to you, sylus, who had also chosen to stay at the same hotel, was watching from a distance. his red eyes, usually cold and calculating, were now burning with an intensity fueled by jealousy. you had been spending time with xavier, your interactions light and full of warmth, and sylus could barely contain his frustration as he saw how your colleague brought you hot chocolate and used his palms to warm your cheeks.
âtch.â sylus absently swirled his glass of whiskey, the ice making a faint clink as he observed you from the balcony of his room. âseems like a stray kitten has found a new companion.â
then, as the evening arrived, your group gathered for dinner and you were happily chatting with your team, completely unaware of the storm brewing behind the scenes (aka by a certain tall man with grayish hair and crimson eyes). the rest of your hunter friends eventually headed back to their own rooms after finishing their meals, while a couple others chose to spend more time at the hotel bar. your activity of choice for the night was also the latter, telling xavier that it was okay for him to head back to his room knowing how he had been fighting the drowsiness off for the last hour.Â
meanwhile, sylus soon made his entrance at the bar, accompanied by a striking woman whose presence was impossible to ignore. her outfit was dazzling, and she seemed to be following sylusâs every command like a pet.
impossible! you thought, eyes widening in panic as soon as you saw the onychinus leader. if your hunter friends found out that the n109 boss was here, this hotel would turn into a battlefield in a heartbeat. Â
yet sylus, completely unfazed, walked over to your area in the bar counter with the woman by his side. his smirk was barely concealed as he approached you. âi didnât expect to see you here, kitten,â he said, his voice smooth and dripping with subtle menace. âi brought a friend along.â
you looked up, your heart sinking as you took in the sight of sylusâs companion. she was effortlessly glamorous with her sleek blonde hair and exquisite fur jacket, her every movement seemingly calculated to draw attention. however, despite her overflowing gorgeous exterior, sylusâs gaze was fixed on you. and the asshole was watching your reaction with an almost predatory intensity.
âoh, sylus,â you said in an attempt to sound casual. âwhat a surprise.â
âoh, certainly, kitten. and by the way, this is elara,â sylus introduced, gesturing to the woman beside him. âsheâs been kind enough to accompany me this evening.â
elara gave you a warm smile that didnât quite reach her eyes. her partner, on the other hand, seemed to revel in the way her presence unsettled you as he took a seat next to her, deliberately placing her between the two of you. ânice to meet you!âÂ
âlikewise,â you replied, shaking her hand and forcing a smile.Â
âcare to join us, miss hunter?â sylus said with a smirk, his eyes glinting as he watched you hesitate. his arm was draped casually around elaraâs shoulders, and the sight made your stomach churn with a strange mix of envy and frustration. âelara and i are just about to get some drinks.â
âjoin us, please!â the woman next to him encouraged.
âuh, sure.â pressured by the situation, you gave a subtle nod, only to receive a gleam of satisfaction in sylusâs eyes.
this bastard! you didnât like how his hand was lingering on her arm in a way that was meant to be seen. each laugh they shared, each touch, seemed designed to push you further into a pit of jealousy. and the way stupid sylus kept glancing at you, gauging your reaction, only made the situation more unbearable. thatâs it, you silently snickered in your head, i should call him stupid sylus.Â
you forced yourself to focus on your blue raspberry cocktail, trying to ignore sylusâs stupid blabbering while rushing to finish your drink. his actions were a blatant attempt to make you feel inferior, and it was working. it was definitely working. but you couldnât lose your composure now despite him making sure to lavish attention on elara. every time he touched her back and her waist, you felt a pang of jealousy growing more and more intense by the second. it didnât help that sylusâs presence was also a constant reminder of the way he could manipulate your emotions, and it was driving you to the edge.
âso,â sylus tapped his fingers on the counter, his voice low and intentionally provocative, âhowâs your evening been, miss hunter?â
âfine,â you replied tersely, trying to mask the irritation and hurt simmering beneath the surface.
âjust fine?â sylus asked, his smirk widening. âi thought you were enjoying yourself today. seeing you with your colleague was quite⊠interesting.â
âif youâre referring to xavââ you paused, remembering that xavier had a bounty in his head at the n109 zone and it was best to keep him out of conversations with sylus, so you decided to change the topic, âdid you have mephisto report all my activities to you again?âÂ
him and his equally stupid bird. so annoying.Â
âthereâs no need for that, sweetie. you stick out like a sore thumb, so youâre not that difficult to spot.â he smiled as he talked, like he was having so much fun at mocking you. oh, heâs deliberately pushing my buttons! his actions were a cruel game meant to make you question your feelings and your place in his life.Â
before you could retort, elara suddenly tugged his sleeve, focusing all of his misrouted attention back to her. âhoney,â she spoke to him sweetly, âwhat drink do you recommend i should get next?âÂ
you rolled your eyes and turned away, the old man playing the piano now a much more interesting sight to look at compared to the two lovey-dovey couple next to you. but really, it was suffocating to be anywhere near sylus, and the only way to stop feeling all of these crazy emotions swirling inside of you was to not be around him.Â
and so with that, finally, after what felt like an eternity, you excused yourself. but the walk back to your room was quickly interrupted by the figure of a six foot two man, his towering height preventing you from taking another step without his permission. âwhere do you think youâre going, kitten?â he asked, noticing the sourness in your expression that you tried so hard to conceal.Â
âheading back,â you merely responded, trying to find an escape by pointing towards the opposite direction. âlook over there, isnât that luke and kieran?â
as soon as sylus turned his head, you made a swift beeline for the barâs exit. you even sighed of relief as you managed to free yourself from his presence, now making your way through the empty halls of the hotel. unfortunately for you, sylus wasnât one to let something like this go. so before you could even think of hiding and running away, he was already walking next to youâthe frown on his face growing more pronounced as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the nearby elevator.Â
âlet goâ!â you protested, wiggling your hands from his tight hold. âwhere âre you taking me?â
âmy suite,â he muttered, pressing the button to the top most floor. âsleep in my room tonight.âÂ
you let out a loud, sardonic chuckle. âsays who?âÂ
sylus, crossing his arms, looked at you with thin, furrowed brows. âyour only choice is to obey me, kitten.âÂ
an exasperated sigh escaped your lips. âisnât elara supposed to be with you?â you questioned, âyou should bring her to your room, not me!âÂ
it was too late. because no matter how much you struggled against his iron grip, you were later pushed inside his presidential suite, the grandiose of his room stupefying you. the smell of red roses and wine was a relaxing aroma that continued to pull you inside. yet, before you can take another step, sylus was already pulling you by the waist, leaning in to crash his lips onto yours.Â
at first you tried to push him off, but who were you kidding here? of course, youâd eventually melt into the kiss, allowing him to envelop his lips around yours, its soft and tender movements sending shivers down your spine. each kiss was a loud smooch echoing across the room.
âwere you jealous?â he asked in a low voice, biting your lower lip and pulling only slightly away. âi donât have that kind of relationship with elara. sheâs just a staff member of mine that i asked to make you jealous.âÂ
âokay, and?â you frowned at his handsome face, hating how easily he could get under your skin. literally and figuratively. âthe way you were still touching her wasâŠâÂ
âyour jealousy is showing, sweetie.â a smile of mischief crept up on sylusâs lips before he extended a hand to squeeze your ass. âand what about the way your male colleague doted on you all day, hm? had fun being treated like a princess by him?âÂ
âwhy do you care?â you asked, trying to sound indifferent despite the ticklish kisses he was trailing along your neck. âitâs none of your business who i talk to.â
âoh, it is my business, baby doll.â sylusâs smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered, now unbuttoning his shirt and suggesting a very rough night ahead. âbecause i care about what i have. and right now, thatâs you.â
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Seduction
you had always longed to be queen but with your brother Aegon married to your twin sister you had lost hope, but upon your nephews return to the keep you realise all hope of being queen isn't lost. there was just one problem: your mother would never agree to marriage between you and Jace. So you set in motion a plan of seduction.
based of this request
word count: 2,182
CW: MDI 18+,smut,p in v, incest, not proofread!
Jacaerys Veleryon x Fem!reader
Masterlist
dividers by @zaldritzosrose
authors note: i may have used maergery tyrell as an inspiration for reader.
Growing up in the red keep you had long been surrounded by snakes eagerly vying at the iron throne, doing everything in their power to win more favour and a higher station.
You had hated them.
The false niceties, the fake smiles and the false companions who only desired a potential match between one of your brothers.
But what you hated the most about them, was that you were the same, or at least your ambitions were.
All your life you had desired one thing: to be queen of the seven kingdoms.
As the second born, you had hoped to marry Aegon, and with your mother and grandsires plots to one day make him king, it seemed as if being queen one day was only natural for you. But when he married your younger twin Heleana instead of you, the dream of becoming queen became just that.
And with no reason to support any claim your brother had, you set your sights to your elder sister, Rhaenyra. Â She had always been kind to you and Heleana, though you had never been too close. But it seemed she was now the only way for you to fulfil what you so deeply desired.
You knew your father would back her as heir no matter how many sons he sired with your mother, and so you realised you too had to support her claim, and then, and only then could you be queen, of course only if you marry her eldest first.
You had planted the idea in her head.
With Jaceâs silly crush on you and you yourself hinting on how it would unite the family.
But your mother had rejected Rhaenryaâs suggestion.
And even know years after, you knew she would reject any suggestion of a betrothal between you both once more.
Instead, she favoured a marriage between you and one of the great lords of Westeros.
And even though you would still have a high status, and vast lands and riches, you would not be queen.
And no matter what, you would not settle for anything less.
You desired to be loved as a queen, to have the small folk lore and worship you, it was all you dreamed off. Not to rule, but to be loved by the masses.
You wished for songs and tales to be written of you, for many to compare you to the good queen Alysanne.
And, whilst you had focused your attentions on smallfolk, insisting spare food and leftovers be sent out to the smallfolk. Spent days in orphanages, commissioning the building of schools and healersâ offices.
You gathered up the love of the smallfolk, and though you were gifted the name of the âlady of the smallfolkâ and the ârealms loveâ it still wasnât enough.
 You had plenty of lords vying for your attention, many from great and rich houses.
But none could give you what you wanted. Â
That was until your nephews returned to the keep.
In your youth had ignored your plain-featured nephews, finding little in common with them and only seeing a potential marriage with Jace as a means to an end.
Perhaps that was why you had sent him letters throughout the years, claiming that you were egar to know your nephew and hated that he left before you could become close.
You wrote often, finding many things in common, and suddenly the idea of marrying Jace became a little more than just wanting to become queen.
You had grown to rather like your nephew, and now with his return to the red keep all you wanted now was not just be queen, but his wife.
There was one problem, however.
One being that Your mother would never betroth you willingly to him. She had refused it before, seeing Jace as a bastard and unfit for her daughter.
But from the look he sent you as you greeted him, dragging him around the castle insisting on catching up.
And from the nonstop wondering eyes at his younger brothers hearing, you were sure she wouldnât be an obstacle for much longer.
As you walked into the courtyard to greet him and his family, Jace thought to himself that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
His eyes were drawn to you so naturally, and the smile you had sent him had been warm and kind. A look he scarcely received in these halls.
The way you had talked to him, telling him how deeply you treasured his letters, how dearly you had missed him.
You seemed so perfect, and gods would he do anything to marry you.
He had stared at you nonstop, and yet found no words to say to you. Even when you had walked the hall of the keep together. You had talked to him no stop, smiling so beautifully.
He had only stared and blushed. Unsure of what to say or do.
And now at dinner, you had walked in in a black gown. The dress itself was the image of your houses, covered in black dragon scales, and with no sleeves, instead arm rings in the shape of dragon wings, mimicking a sleeve, down both your arms. Â A deep v neckline, draped with a red scarf across one shoulder down to your waist, accentuating both your hips and breasts.
You were the very image of Targaryen beauty.
He couldnât take his eyes of you. Even more so when you sat beside him, your legs brushing together.
You had smiled at him yet again, moving close to him as you talked to him.
His eyes were glued to your lips, watching as they moved to speak to him and those around you.
He had said little words to reply to your questions, only blushing whenever you spoke to him.
Then you had left, fanning you were tired and that you would escort the king back to his chambers before going to your own.
He had been sad you had left, with no longer your lips to stare at, or just your company to bask in.
Though he was glad you were not here to witness the infighting, his weak punch towards your brother Aemond, the mocking he had faced.
He had returned to is room in defeat, after facing a scolding from his mother and being sent to bed early like a child.
He entered his chambers, head down, kicking the door closed behind him in anger. Â He didnât look up as he entered, instead choosing to ready himself for bed.
If he had he would have seen, you.
Laying naked on his bed.
You laughed to yourself, biting you lip as he faced away from you.
He jumped at the sound of your laugh, moving his clothes to quickly cover himself.
âAunt?â he started, blushing as he took in your naked form. He turned from you, covering his eyes. âI- what are you doing?â
You laughed again, standing up and walking over to him, âisnât it obvious, my prince?â
He stuttered; eyes still covered âthis is in appropriate I should- â
You shushed him, grabbing his arm and turning him to face you âleave your own chambers?â you teased âwhy is something wrong with me being here?â
âI-no, no I like that youâre here but⊠your- naked!â he stuttered out.
You nodded, âso it appears I amâ.
âWould you like some clothes?â
âWhy? Am I not pleasing to you, my prince?â you asked, moving back and turning slowly to show off your body to him.
âno-no- I mean yes! YIs, very pleasing but this is inappropriateâ âis it?â you teased, âwhy? Do you wish for me to go? Perhaps I should get one of the guards, so that we are not aloneâ you said, making your way to the door.
âNo!â he said a little too loudly. âdonât, I- why are you here?â
You smiled, moving towards him once again. âI have missed you, Jaceâ you said, your face inches away from his, âyou have grown so handsome, soâŠso kinglyâ you mouth now inches from his, âand I wished to give you a giftâ he swallowed, âa gift?â
You nodded, humming, before placing your lips on his.
Your lips moved slowly against his, he was unsure, inexperienced. The kiss was slow and soft. It was short, though your breaths were both heavy as you pulled apart. Â
âYes, Jace, a giftâ you said, pulling your lips from his and reaching for his hand.
âWas that the gift?â
âSome of itâ you said, grabbing his hand and placing it on your waist. âDid you know your mother planned to betroth us when we were younger?â he shook his head, âI was to be your wife, and nowâŠwe will soon be betrothed to others and I cannot have that, Jaceâ you breathed.
âReally?â he said, voice rough, his hands were both your waist, squeezing your hips softly, as if finally realising why you were naked.
âYes, for so long I dreamt of being your wife⊠I would even touch myself to the thought of you, of usâ.
His breath was heavy, âyouâŠyou wish to give yourself to me?â
You answered him with another kiss, this one passionate, needy.
Pushing him down onto the bed, straddling him.
âI wish to be your wife, Jaceâ you breathed against his lips.
âYou do?â he breathed, moving to kiss you once more, âbut I am already betrothed,â
You looked down sadly, âI... Do not remind me, it pains me soâ.
He sighed your name, âis that why you came here? To sleep with me so we must marryâ.
âOh, you must think me horribleâ you said, moving to stand from his lap, only for him to pull you back down onto him.
âNo, no not at allâŠI, I would be lying if I said I had never desired to marry you, but- â
âBut nothing, my sweet princeâ you said, moving in to kiss him once more, if he wished to marry you also, then this was only even more perfect.
Your seduction almost unneeded.
But gods did you want him.
He moaned, into your mouth, his hands desperately gripping your waist, before hesitantly moving up to cup your breasts.
You let out a moan as he gave them a tentative squeeze, before moving to roll your nipples between his fingers.
He was moved slowly, testing out what you liked, and egar to learn what made you moan.
You yourself started to kiss down his neck as he played with your breasts. Your hips still slowly grinding against.
His cock had grown hard beneath you.
His groans increasing as you continued to grind against him.
Your wet cunt coating his cock, her entrance teasing him with each movement of her hips.
âpleaseâ he begged, unsure of what exactly what he was begging for.
You stood up from his lap and pushed him to lie down on the bed.
You smiled as you took him in. his pretty face, full of lust and desire. The want clear on his face.
âWait!â he said stooping you, as you crawled over his body, positioning your entrance above his long hard cock.
âYes?â you sighed; breath heavy.
âAre you sure you want to do this?â
âof course, you want us to marry, yes?â he nodded, âand my mother would never approve of it unlessâŠunless we give ourselves to one another.â
âGodsâŠI, I- your rightâ he said, reaching up to kiss you as he finally filled you. His cock stretching you out in a way you didnât know possible. The pleasure near overwhelming.
You both moaned as he fully entered you.
âGods!â he moaned, his hands going to grip your waist.
Your hands rested on his chest, preparing to move as you finally adjusted to his length.
Slowly you began to move your hips, trying to slowly build a rhythm and find what you both liked.
But it seemed the shy unsure Jace you had been witnessed to all night faded, as Jace gripped your hips and started to thrust up into you.
He set a fast past, and though you tried to keep up, Jace soon flipped you and instead started thrusting into you. His hips moved hard and fast, your moans were loud as you got lost in the pleasure.
Jace had buried himself in your neck, holding onto you as he thrusted into you.
Both of your peaks were fast approaching.
You felt his cock pulse inside of you as you clenched around him.
Moaning his name as you came, before he picked up the face, fulling your face to his as he came, filling you with his seed.
He collapsed on you, his breath heavy.
âGods, that wasâŠincredibleâ he smiled, reaching up to kiss you once more. ânow all thatâs left is for us to get marriedâ he joked, pulling you in for a hug.
And from the scream of the maid as she came to wake Jace up in the morning, she was sure that in no time news would reach their mothers, and they would be wed.
And she would get everything she ever desired.
authors note: i hate this ending! there is so much i wanted to say but i just couldnt word it correclty, but i hope you all enjoyed it!
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