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enbesbians · 10 months

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Hiii I’m requesting on this blog now! Ellie strapping you and choking you, telling you to hold your breath until she gives you permission to breathe right before your orgasm hits and it’s euphoric as fuck and makes you cum so hard which makes her cum. And she praises you for being such a good girl, kissing you all over and giving the best aftercare

why of course.

“TAKE IT”

degrading! ellie x pathetic reader

MINORS DNI

there’s no plot to this, just pure fucking. ellie is just really into making you her slut, loving the way you’d react to any and everything she does. i hope you do enjoy this. there may or may not be misspelled words and i truly do apologize if there is any.

ellie was engulfed in pleasure. the sense of bliss conveyed with her animated stare and the way her body reacted. her chest tightened and her muscles tensed while the silicone of her strap continued to slowly push itself inside you. the sight of your folds surrounding it’s girth made her growl in amazement— the grip you had was ravenous, she felt as if the silicone was apart of her, feeling how hot your pussy was, feeling her cock being molded by your insides— your wall’s texture, roughly brushing up against the silicone, with the clench of your cunt overwhelming her completely.

“god… you’re so ready for me….” she grunted, almost cooing, feeling herself lose her mind at the sight of your body taking her in. her hands roamed the softness of your body, feeling the burn of your flesh as she let her nails dig deep. she let them rest on your breasts, fondling them in her grasp, pushing them into your chest as she steadied her hips. “you feel me inside of you, baby?” she breathed.

you nodded, holding the backs of your thighs as they dangled cutely in the air. you watched her, the hunger that crafted inside of her green eyes you fell so deeply in love with. she viewed your body as an art piece, adoring at every inch and fold that made up of you.

she let each of her fingers hold your neck, pressing themselves deeply into its flesh, feeling the vibration of your moans tickle her hand, and the desperate swallows you gulped every so often. the slow push of her cock felt like it lasted for a lifetime, as if your pussy was deeper than the length of the silicone, but she stopped just before she could enter fully, giving you some grace even though she felt as though you didn’t need it. not now anyways. her face hovered yours, her eyes glaring into yours, analyzing your face as you tried to take the form of her cock. “look how good you’re taking my cock, my pretty little cockwhore…” lips giving you a loving kiss.

moving her hips, she felt herself pull out, then push in, feeling your folds grip themselves whenever she moved her hips away. she lifted your head, pressing her own forehead against yours as she stared down at where you both connected, “watch how my cock comes out… watch it baby. your pretty pussy… it’s hugging so nicely around my dick, pretty doll.” with that, it was pretty evident that she wanted you to at least warm up to her. her thrust were teasingly slow, and her words wore like soft, elegant silk, allowing you to feel more pleasure at every slow thrust. she owed you that much since she always wanted you to cum harder than you ever thought you could.

several seconds passed of you both staring down at her cock and the way you gripped her— your wet slick tattooing the sides of her shaft— making the decision that her caring aura was coming to an end— her pacing and her choice of words. she slammed your body down, watching you bounce against the mattress as well as your chest, lifting her body up to set herself up on her knees. you gasped at the abrupt movements, feeling yourself clench tighter around her. she replaced the hands that held onto your thighs with her own, her nails digging into your soft skin, lifting the lower half of your body off the bed. your pussy was on full desolate for her, seeing how your slick made it glisten.

it was like a switch for ellie. she knew what she wanted and what she was capable of and what was going to happen, pure destruction. before you could speak a word, her hips snapped and your body jerked with an immediate reaction, seeing your breast obnoxiously knock against on another, making her eyebrows knit with gratification. she gritted her teeth, with an angry with utterance, trying to keep your limp legs held tight within her grasp. her lower half, winding in a forward circular motion, as she felt the harness pound against her own aching clit. “my dumb fucking mutt, take this cock.” each word cutting from the vigor of every thrust.

“im your… im your dumb…” you tried to say but couldn’t. your breathing erratic as if the air had been bunched in clumps, swallowing it down with moans that burned at the throat.

“poor baby… can’t even speak?”

stopping for a little, she pushed herself further, seeing her cock fully disappear in you, grinding her pubic bone against your folds. a vein growing on the side of her neck, holding her breath as she couldn’t keep her eyes still. it scattered itself all around your frame, seeing how pathetic she made you appear but how beautiful you looked dressed in torture.

“fuck…” was all she could mutter. the room was hot, and smelt of lust, as you could feel the comforter melt against your damp back. “take it you stupid fucking mutt, take my fucking cock like the dirty slut that you are— take it… fucking take it.” chanting, throwing her head back, moaning sweetly in the air.

her breathing was inconsistent, unstable and eager. stopping in her tracks, she wiggled herself into you, as your pussy vigorously throbbing on the silicone. you loved it, so fucking much. especially when she’d stop her hips and tried so hard to push herself further if there was any more of the silicone left to be inside, feeling the tip of it poke against your walls, making your back arch from the depth of her.

setting your legs down, she grabbed your jaw, shaking your head, giving you a tired smile, laughing at how pretty your stupid pretty face looked. “look how idiotic you look. such a good little bitch, taking dick like an obedient slut. that’s all you’re good for… you were made for my cock… this pussy is mine…” sliding three fingers in your opened mouth and plunging them down to the back of your throat, hearing the graceful sound of you gagging with the bubbling of your spit washing her digits. with her vacant hand, she pinched your nose, knowing it was already hard for you to catch your breath, seeing the struggle in your eyes. she was content, the strain in your body and your voice, knowing it was probably hard for you to pay much attention to yourself— you were choking on her fingers and the source of airway from your nose was blocked.

your fingers clasped around her tightening wrists, eyes rolling the the back of your head as you felt yourself grow dizzy from the lack of air. her cock deep inside, ramming your walls without an ounce of remorse, hearing the sinful squelches of your leaking pussy. her hips slapped against your lifted ones, legs trembling with her silicone slightly outlining at your stomach.

leaning her face down, she let the grooves of her teeth bite softly against your cheek, “oh my pretty baby…” her tongue now rolling against the imprint her teeth left. “god you feel so fucking good.”

it was harder and harder to breath, you needed an exit. with how hard she was fucking you, there was no way you’d last long holding your breath. your muffled moans called out to her, almost giving her nothing, eyes asking for a release while enduring the pounds she gave. “oh you need to breathe?” she laughed against your ear, letting the tip of her tongue run down the outline of it.

you nodded and that only made her laugh louder.

“come on baby just a little longer… can’t you do it, hmmm?” she cooed. your untouched clit swelling at her tantalizing words, loving how she treated you with the upmost disrespect. you nodded again, earning a kiss in return as she let her hips loose.

“one… two… three..” she counted in between kisses, signifying the time you had without a constant airflow was going to be granted. she knew with this much stimulation of your mouth being fucked by her fingers and your nose being pinched that it would be possible to pass out. she was experienced in knowing when she needed to stop. “four…. five…” her counting was slow and baleful. she loved the sound of your struggle, the spit that gargled in your throat and your nostrils fluctuating as if that could help you try to breathe beneath her fingers. seeing that you looked like you were at your end, rewarding you by removing her fingers from your nose.

you gasped desperately, letting out a loud pornographic moan as the spit that wrapped around her fingers fell down on your chin. she let her hand cock back, striking you against your cheek, pressing gentle kisses against the tingling sensation.

“say thank you.”

“tha…thank y…you.”

“louder!” she demanded earning yet another two slaps. you obliged, screaming thank you as well as her name that she loved hearing come from you.

you were close, faster than you had intended, your thighs mindlessly closing in with ellie’s fast response to grabbing them and pinning them down. “no.” she grunted, knowing you did that out of habit. she wanted you to feel everything at all times, her strap plunging into your cunt with no intention to stop. she felt the soreness rise at her lower back and thighs— sweat sliding down her aching skin.

letting go of your thighs, they now occupied your neck again — oh how she loved how they looked around you. the tightness was intense, blocking your airway once more, knowing that you were getting close by the way her hips staggered at her silicone being gripped by your walls. she basked in it, seeing the same need to breathe in the form of your moaning expressions. “cum on it, cum on my cock you filthy fucking girl.”

your body moved and slithered, trying to get away from her but also needing more of what she was giving you. she fucked like monster, angry and precise. no one had given you this good of a fuck in your life.

with your hands hovering hers, you felt yourself cum against her silicone, hands now allowing you to breathe once again as you inhaled deeply. “oh… my… god…” you exhaled, your moans muted at the overstimulation, body twisting and turning with her hips no where near it’s end.

“that’s it…” she cooed, allowing you to feel the intensity of the orgasm she knew you deserved. “take it…”

it just wouldn’t stop. the shock of your orgasm made your eyes clench closed as you let your high take over you. it had been the longest high you’ve had, even after it had ended. your body went limp, humming and moaning inaudibly. ellie finally let herself rest, her cock getting hugged by your pulsating cunt, laying herself on top of you as her hands loving stroked the sides of your face.

“shhhh shhh… it’s okay..” she breathed, “i got you.” her now monstrous lust falling into care. she pressed gentle kisses at your breathing lips, stroking her thumbs against your skin as she smiled which made you lazily smile. “you did so good princess.”

she let you rest there, her caring hands running down and up your damp, trembling body, pressing her lips on every part of your face and shoulders. “want me to make us a bath?”

“yes..” you finally spoke, “please.”

#lesbian #wlw #sapphic #ellie tlou #tlou #the last of us #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #ellie smut #ellie williams smut #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #ellie x masc reader

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shalomniscient · 2 months

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How does alpha!Feixiao act when her omega is in heat?

[nsft utc]

oh good heavens… the moment feixiao steps into the house and is bombarded with your heat-scent, thick and cloying as molasses, she’s instantly fishing her phone out of her pocket to fire off a quick text to her retainers, saying she’ll be indisposed for the next two or three days. after that, she’s beelining to your bedroom, nearly panting as the scent of your pure need coats the inside of her throat and lungs with each breath. aeons, she isn’t even in the room yet and her cock is already straining against her shorts.

she’d be a little embarassed, if you weren’t the exact same when she nearly kicks down the bedroom door. feixiao’s fangs ache when she sees you, curled up in bed, bare as the day you were born with only a spare coat of hers clutched tightly in your hand. the other is buried between your legs where your thighs are painted with your own slick, glossy against your skin as it drips onto the sheets. a ruddy flush has settled almost permanently on your body, from your neck down to your chest. you whine as she steps closer, no doubt smelling her own scent now hot and heavy with her own need. you release her spare coat in favor of grabbing directly at her, fingers winding in the fabric of her qipao as you tug her down, desperate babbles spilling from your lips nearly bitten raw.

please, you whisper, hoarse and needy, please, fei, need you, please it hurts, hurts so bad—

she shushes you with a soft coo then catches your lips in a gentle kiss. she draws the hand buried between your thighs that had been hopelessly drawing circles on your stiff clit, and laces her fingers with it. your slick is warm on her already heated skin. it webs between her fingers like threads of glossy silk, smearing over her palm until it’s shiny. aeons, she needs to be inside you, feel it coating her cock instead—

—but she restrains herself, swallows thickly, and uses her other hand to replace your own. you throw your head back, exposing the damp column of your neck as a breathy moan escapes you. your lashes flutter, wetting your already tear-streaked cheeks with fresh tears. you’re tight around her fingers, just the two she has up to the knuckle inside you. her fingertips massage your inner walls, their movement creating obscenely wet noises that echo around the room and reverberate in her ears. feixiao kisses the corner of your mouth as you arch your back and cum with a sob of pure relief, your free hand clawing into her broad back. she makes you cum once more, then again, before switching out her fingers for her mouth.

she eats you—or rather, drinks you like she needs you to survive. her tongue laps at your soaked labia, shivering as the taste of you blooms on her tastebuds. she sucks on the soft flesh, lips smacking before using her tongue to part them. she kitten licks at the tender, blush-pink skin, soft under her ministrations. her chin is smeared with gossamer slick. her fingers dig into the plush of your thighs, marking them with delicate crescents. she groans right into your cunt as your fingers tangle in her long, platinum hair, blunt nails scratching at her scalp by the base of her ears. and she moans when she plunges her tongue into your willing and wanting entrance, more of your taste spilling into her willing and wanting mouth. she noses against your pussy, inhaling the scent of you as you cream so prettily. the cloying sweetness coats her throat and lines the walls of her lungs as she breathes in, diffusing into her bloodstream and setting her veins on fire with need. she tongue-fucks you almost ruthlessly until you’re squirting all over her face, utterly brain-dead and messy with your orgasm, and even then—even then she isn’t done. her hands trail down the softness of your thighs to the curve of your ass, then she’s lifting; up and up and into her greedy mouth. she throws your knees over her shoulders, vaguely aware of the way your legs kick out. her cock—still clothed—presses against the small of your back in this position. she doubles her efforts this time around, alternating between sucking on the painfully hard nub of your clit and fucking her tongue deep into your slick hole. she bobs her head almost as if she’s blowing you, making a complete and utter mess but neither of you are in any real headspace to care. you cum again, predictably, with a howl of her name, heels digging into her back and pulling her impossibly closer still.

it’s only then, once she’s satiated her hunger for your taste, does she finally give you her cock. she slips in with no resistance at all, your entrance needily sucking her in. her body molds against yours as she takes you flat on your back, your legs rising to lock your ankles around her lower back. it’s a little basic, but feixiao prefers to take you this way for the first few hours after your heat begins, when the haze in your brain is the thickest. like this, she can kiss you whenever she wants, and watch the way your expressions blossom in ones of pure pleasure and relief—pleasure and relief that she gives you. she is less harsh with her cock, fucking you slowly but deeply, ensuring you feel every ridge and vein against your fluttering walls. her teeth worry the mating bite on your shoulder, tongue lapping at the skin there as if trying to taste the scent that bleeds from it. her hips meet yours with a wet smack with each languid drive.

you whimper and whine into her ear—feels good, ‘s good, don’t stop, don’t stop—and she rumbles low in her throat in response. you feel like velvet around her, so warm and tight that feixiao might never want to leave. the way you squeeze her has her groaning into your sweat-slicked shoulder, her breathing turning into ragged pants. she can feel the base of her cock swell; her knot forming rapidly as her balls tighten. and you must feel it too, the way she twitches inside you, because you lift your arms to wrap around her back, tugging her down into your chest, close enough as if you want to feel her heartbeat against yours. your hands cradle the back of her head as you kiss her, sweet as honey, breathing your need into her mouth. she swallows greedily, desperately, letting it settle low in her gut and making her buck her hips a little harsher.

knot me, please— please, feixiao, alpha, please—

and for all her strength as arbiter-general, chosen of lan, hunter of hunters, and merlin’s claw, she is nowhere strong enough to ever deny anything you ask of her. she bites down on your shoulder, fangs breaking skin, and pushes her knot into you with a slick pop. there’s no stopping it, then. she swells inside you, locking wholly and truly within you, and cums until she feels dizzy. her hips stutter and jerk, as best as they can with how her knot keeps her in place, and she fucks her seed deeper into you. you keen in response, clenching down around her, milking her dry as she fills you up with each stroke. a frothy ring of white forms around her base, and she feels another spurt of cum shoot from her tip at the sight. your heat starts to soothe as her cum paints your walls, the raging, angry fire dimming down into a gentle warmth emanating from your abdomen.

you hold her close in the afterglow, both of you lightheaded with oxytocin. feixiao rests on top of you, and you purr softly at the feeling of your alpha against you, the lines of your bodies molding into one. and in a few hours, she’ll take you again, and again, and again until your heat fizzles out and all that’s left is tenderness and soft whispers of affection.

#sev.responses #sev.thirsts #[nsft]#hsr feixiao #feixiao #feixiao x reader #feixiao smut #blacked out and this appeared in my drafts idk dont look at me

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nebulaafterdark · 2 months

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At The Pleasure Of The Crown (Part 3)

Summary: Aegon and his wife regularly visit the silk streets. One night they happen upon Aemond behind one of the curtains, the rest is history.

18+ ONLY MDNI Targcest, smut, polyamory

Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon (Strong)! Reader

Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon (Strong)! Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

Over the next weeks Y/N finds herself in Aemond’s arms rather than the rooms of the pleasure house.

True to his word, he beds her and sends her off, with a kiss to her brow. “Good evening, your grace.”

Y/N hesitates at the open door. “How did you stop?”

“Stop what?”

“Caring for me, how did you stop?”

“Are you not well tended?” Aemond cocks his head to the side.

“I am.”

“You are in want of a friend, not a husband.” Aemond reminds her, “unless you’ve had a change of heart.”

“I have asked the gods for a sign, so they might guide my hand. My heart has changed, my mind has not.” Y/N swallows, brushing past him to the hall. She makes for her rooms, calming her nerves with a bath.

That is where Aegon finds her, dropping to his knees at the tub side. “I need to speak with you.”

The princess nods, bringing her face closer to his. “What is it?”

“I love you.” Aegon tells her, “and I have not behaved as such.”

“In what way, my love?”

“I want to help you in court.”

“You do not need to.”

Aegon shakes his head, “I do. It is no secret that I would be just as happy living with you as farm hands. Happier even, than I am here.”

Y/N nods.

“But I was not born a farmer. I was born a prince and you were born heir to the throne. You have such ambition, I may never understand. I wish rather to be here with our children.”

“I do not fault you for wanting to father our children. It is noble of you and I love you all the more for it.” Y/N assures him.

“I have left you so often alone in this.” Aegon passes his hand over her hair. “I will study the histories, not because I enjoy them, but because it is what you deserve.”

“I am moved by this, Aegon. Truly.” Y/N’s face softens.

“And if it is Aemond you want to stand beside you in these matters, I welcome him. You know, the Conqueror had two wives.” Aegon presses kisses to her fingers, curled round the lip of the tub.

“I will shower you in fine jewels and clothing from every corner of the realm.” Show you the sweetness of undying love, “bear you a hundred children.”

Aegon chuckles, “and I shall adore each of them.”

She nuzzles his nose with her own. “I’ve no wish to change you, I need you to know that. Aemond is not, nor will he ever be a replacement for you. You are my first love, you always will be.”

“And you are mine.” Aegon murmurs, “I did not know I was capable of loving, until I loved you. I still grapple with it at times.”

Y/N understands, pecking a kiss to his lips.

“Almost as though we were one before we were two.” Aegon laments. “My cock does not get half as hard for any lady. I’ve raised this matter with the maester.”

Y/N cannot contain the sound that escapes her, the both of them dissolving into laughter, until their sides ache. Foreheads knocking together as they attempt to catch their breath. “The m-maester-” she can’t even get the word past her lips without cackling.

“Hush, you.” Aegon smiles.

Before anything else, Aegon is her dearest friend.

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Weeks later, Aemond is asked to join Y/N in her chambers, he is not expecting to find his brother there, pacing behind her chair.

“I am with child.”

Oh.

“Do not look so surprised, brother. Surely you know how the act is done.”

“I…” Aemond trains his gaze on Y/N.

“I told you I asked the gods for a sign.” Y/N breathes, wringing her hands. “There is no clearer a sign than this.”

Aemond kneels before her, taking her hands. “This child will be just as much mine as Aegon’s?”

Aegon narrows his eyes, “that is the idea.”

Y/N nods. “We spoke about it at length, we would prefer Aegon tend the children while I am performing my duties, with you at my side. If you so desire. He is better suited than any maid. He is their father, their blood.”

“An honorable proposition.” Aemond agrees, “our children should be grateful for it.”

“Yes then?” Y/N asks.

Aemond purses his lips, “mayhaps I should allow you to wonder a while.”

“Rightfully so, if you do.” Y/N agrees, “I have made a mess of this.”

His eye flickers about her face, “I trust you will find a way to make it up to me.”

She smiles, “of course.”

Aemond pecks her once on the lips before rising to his feet and returning to his rooms.

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The ceremony does not take long to organize. So long as Aemond is good to her, Aegon is content. When you truly love something, there is little desire to tear it apart.

The children do not fully understand this new arrangement, but they are happy to have a second pony for rides and a spare shoulder to cry on when they are hurt. Aemond’s presence is a comfort to them.

He regularly reads to their eldest daughters, Dahlia and Visera, as Aegon and Y/N attend their young sons, Laenor and Aegon IV. Who are too little to appreciate such knowledge.

Aemond closes the book as they reach a stopping point. It is nearly time for dinner and his head begins to ache. “That is all for now.”

“Just one more, Aemond?” Visera pleads, clasping her hands together.

“On the morrow,” he promises, lowering his leg until she slides off his lap.

The little girl huffs, setting off to join her parents. Aegon welcomes her with open arms, catching her nose between his fingers and pretending to steal it.

Dahlia turns to Aemond, watching his family with a grimace. “I quite like having two fathers.”

“And why is that?” Aemond wonders, pressing a finger to his throbbing temple.

“Papa is the fun one and you are the stern one.” Dahlia begins toying with the strap of his eye patch.

Aemond hums, moving her hand away. “Is that what you think of me?”

Dahlia squishes his cheeks between her little hands. “You are always scowling.”

“Not always.”

Dahlia smiles and Aemond returns the gesture. “Now with your teeth.”

Aemond bares his teeth to her.

Dahlia leans away from him, “never you mind.”

Aegon grins at his girl, “Dahlia, let us ready for supper, my dearest love.”

Dahlia jumps down, wrapping around her father’s leg like some sort of animal.

Aegon smiles, lifting her and his leg with some difficulty.

“I’m going to lie down a while.” Aemond excuses himself, past the giggling children.

Laenor points to his mother’s rounded belly, “a babe.”

“That’s right, my love.” Y/N smiles, “should you like a brother or sister?”

The corners of the boy’s mouth turn down as his brows raise, in an expression so like his father’s. “Brother.”

“A brother,” Y/N passes a hand over his silver hair. “That would be very nice, wouldn’t it?”

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Y/N knocks once upon the door of Aemond’s apartments.

“Who goes there?” His voice carries out toward the hallway.

“Me.”

“Come.” Aemond purrs.

Y/N makes her way into his rooms, finding him in the tub, shrouded by soft candlelight. “We missed you at dinner, I thought I'd look in on you."

"I apologize for my absence, I am not feeling well."

"It is no issue, husband. Although the children did ask for you." Y/N tells him, "Aegon was forced to give pony rides alone."

"And he survived?”

“He was quite sore after. I slapped him once on the behind, like a true steed and rubbed his back until he fell asleep.”

“I am sure he appreciates your efforts.” Aemond drawls, “I hope to be half the father he is.”

“Even I am not as good a mother as he is a father. It is a learned skill for most of us, Aegon was born with it.” Y/N runs her finger along the length of his scar. The sapphire long removed in his discomfort.

“Come to this side. I want to see you.”

Y/N shuffles to the opposite side of the tub.

“I hope I have not repulsed you with-”

Y/N huffs, “I would lave it with my tongue, if you allow me.”

“There are many places I’d rather be laved, wife.”

Y/N leans into his hand as it comes up to the side of her face.

“Join me, I wish to say hello to our little dragon.”

“Surely that is your motivation.” She arches a brow, tugging at the laces of her gown.

Aemond cocks his head to the side. “If you were wed to the fairest princess in the Seven Kingdoms, you would understand. You are not a want, you are a need.”

Y/N sighs, climbing into the tub. “So long as you do not touch my breasts, I will not complain. They are terribly painful.”

“Mayhaps the water will help.” Aemond makes room for her, between his legs. Resting with her back to his chest, he lies one hand upon her belly, the other stroking her hair.

“Nothing helps.”

Beneath his splayed fingers, Aemond feels the child stir against his palm. “You need no more heirs.”

“I should like to bear you a child.” She admits, with a hand over his.

“You are.” He assures her, “if it is Aegon’s or mine, this child is all I need.”

“I do not foresee an absence of love making in my future.”

“There is always moon tea.”

“You do not wish for more children?”

“I do not wish for you to suffer.” He brushes the underside of her breast with his thumb, and she hisses. “Turn around for me.”

Y/N shuffles around, straddling his hips. Tracing gently along his scar, “is this what troubles you?”

“It aches from time to time.”

She rubs lightly at his temples, “when my head aches, Aegon does this for me. I find it helps.”

Aemond hums, allowing his eyes to close, she kisses along his brow. Dulling the throbbing pain, until he chases her lips with his own.

The princess smiles against his mouth as his hand moves lower, past her belly to cup her sex.

He slips a finger inside, his cock standing at attention.

“Please.”

“You will have everything you want.” He vows, lifting her hips carefully to position himself at her entrance.

She takes him to the hilt, stinging at the stretch. “Fuck.”

“I know, sweetling.” Aemond breathes. “Must be torturous; so loved by anyone to ever know you. What magic are you made of?”

Y/N leans toward him, panting into his mouth, brows furrowed as she rocks against him. “I do not know.”

He traces her parted lips with his thumb. “We’re going to be a proper family. Like the conquerors, the three of us together. All this child will know is love. Mine and Aegon’s.”

“Thank you.”

“My only request is that you visit me more than one night to his ten.”

Y/N huffs a laugh, “you will be no Visenya. Sooner than late, it will be our story they tell. Mayhaps we should join our beds together, make room for all of us.”

“So long as Aegon does not touch me,” Aemond agrees, “I will surely heave.”

“His thoughts are much the same.”

Droplets of water cling to her skin, falling from her nipples so sweetly Aemond finds it a crime not to feast upon them. “We must renegotiate the terms of your breasts.”

She whines, allowing him to cup them in his hands. “Please, Aemond.”

“Shh,” he draws her nearer, taking her nipple into his mouth.

She claws at his shoulders as his tongue flicks over the hardened peak. “I will die.”

Aemond hums, low in his throat, feeling her come undone. Wailing as her cunt pulses sinfully around him. “Mērī mirrī morghon syt ao, dōna riña.” Only a little death for you, sweet girl.

Y/N brings an arm across to cover her breasts, after returning from her voyage to the stars. “They hurt, you awful man.” She frowns.

“I could not help myself.” Aemond uses his hold on her hips to keep her moving, until he empties his spend.

When he is finished Y/N reaches out of the tub for her dress.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I brought you something,” Y/N remembers. Catching the jewels between her fingers; an emerald and a ruby, shimmer against her palm. “This is all they had for now, but I have requested a diamond and there is also a purple stone, I can’t recall the name of.”

“For me?” Aemond blinks at her.

“All custom cut, of the finest quality.” Y/N tells him. “I thought you might like to try something new.”

“Do you not like the sapphire? You never wear your necklace.”

“I love the sapphire and my necklace.” Which Aegon went to great lengths to repair. “This is merely a gift, to show love and appreciation for you, my lord husband.”

“Love?” Aemond’s eye finds hers.

Y/N nods.

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reverieblondie · 4 months

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Raphael ravaging Haarlep while the incubus is wearing Tav's form?

You all are going to give me heart palpations with all these Raphael prompts in my box. This...this is one had me feeling A TYPE OF WAY! when I was rereading it, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Mouse

Raphael x Haarlep in Fem!Tav form

Word count: 1,995

Raphael is getting tired of Haarlep's little games; Raphael knows they have been with someone sneaking through his house. It's been days since he felt what he did, but when he demanded to know who, Haarlep wasn't willing to give away their secret…

"Aww, still refusing to play with me…" Haarlep coos in Raphael's ear.

Raphael rolls his eyes, closing his book. He turns to the incubus, smirking on their knees, tail wagging eagerly. Taking a long breath, Raphael casts his book aside. "From my understanding, you have been getting in lots of playtime."

"Still irritated by that? Raphael, jealousy is not a good look on you."

"Not jealous; I just don't like when people go through my things. Or when my things won't tell me what they have been doing…"

Haarlep pouts, "So I'm being punished all because I made her a promise…" Raphael's eyes widen at the slip; Haarlep shrugs, looking away with a smirk. "Oops…"

Before Haarlep can slide away, Raphael grabs Haarlep's hair and pulls them close. "Looks like you slipped…and if it's who I think it is…you better show me."

Raphael let's go and let's Haarlep get off the large bed. Then with a glimmering flourish, Raphael watches as his form disappears in the bright light to be replaced with…hers, "Mouse…" He can't help but feel completely entranced by the view of Tav's body beautifully bare to him. Sliding off the bed, Raphael takes everything in; that feeling, that sweet shiver of arousal, was from you. Little mouse… running around his house. Was she looking for him or something else? Raphael feels his heart racing at every thought, but then there is an unfamiliarity with the circumstances of what this means. A storm swirls through him: anger at you sneaking into his house, jealousy that Haarlep got to taste his mouse before he could take a bite, and excitement at what he can do for payback that will make you stir.

Haarlep sees the storm brewing behind Raphael's brown eyes; they feel so satisfied with themselves, watching Raphael crumble from seeing your form.

"What's the matter? Surprised Raph-" Raphael's hand is covering their mouth before they can finish.

"I want you to talk like her…What did she say, do?"

Raphael removes his hand slowly, and Haarlep lifts a brow before clearing their voice and speaking, "Well, this is a change, Raphael…"

Raphael feels a shiver of heat go down his spine, It's that sweet voice he has been playing in his mind on a loop. It's like you're actually here, with him in his house of hope. All he can think now is how much he wants to ravage your body, to make Tav feel like he does…

Like Haarlep could read his mind, they reach out to him, your soft hands running up his silk robe, tracing his chest. Fingertips touching the hair of his partly exposed chest. "Feels like a man…" Haarlep drops their hands to pull the robe's tie, letting the silk material slip off him. His cock already stiff making Haarlep chuckle, "But I know what lies underneath."

A deep growl can't help but rumble deep within Raphael's chest. A burst of bright flames surrounds him, changing him into his cambion form, now towering over Tav's body. Raphael's large hand cups your face so softly and delicately, making the fantasy feel even more real to him. Leaning down, he whispers in Tav's ear, warm hand caressing their skin, Breathing hot in their ear, "Tell me what happened, every detail…"

Haarlep grins and wraps their arms around Raphael's neck, "She was blushing so beautifully. Your sweet little mouse, she wanted to know how your kisses felt, sweet really…"

Raphael slowly moves his hot hands down, tracing your delicate neck, "You cruel thing. You probably laughed at her…"

Raphael brings his lips to kiss along your jaw, pulling your form closer to press against his erection. Closing his eyes, he focused on Haarlep imitating your breathing; it's perfect… It's like you're really here.

"Of course I did; the way she pouted was quite pathetic. I, of course, kissed her with all kinds of passion; little mouse's toes were curling from that alone."

Raphael grabs Haarleeps face and presses his hot lips to Tavs glossy soft ones, Haarlep plays the part perfectly imitating how timidly you had started in the kiss till finally Rapheal is pushing his eager tongue through the seam of your lips letting himself guide and get drunk on the feeling of your tongue against his. Breaking from the kiss, Raphael looks down at your smirking form. Raphael starts roaming his hands over your curves, his lips kissing and sucking against your skin as he slowly descends, listening to Haarleps hums.

“You really like her…don’t you…” Raphael pauses, his lips pressed to your hip bone. He darts his hot tongue to taste the sweat on your skin before speaking, "Shut up…"

Haarlep caresses Raphael's cheek, "look at you… You're practically on your knees for her…a mortal…"

Raphael lets out a growl before tossing your body to his bed. Haarlep giggles as they bounce against the bed, eating up the rise they are getting from Raphael. Sitting up on their elbows, they watch as Rapheal crawls to your body, glowing eyes looking like those of a predator. Before Haarlep can say another taunting word, Raphael grabs your ankle, flipping Haarlep around to their stomach. Haarlep adjusts to their knees as Rapheal enjoys the view of your ass in the air and your cunt so slick. Raphael groans to himself, mouth watering at the sight. "I intend to devour her…"

"Oh, I bet…"

Raphael lets out a small chuckle before leaning into your puffy cunt, placing a chaste kiss on your clit, letting his tongue slip to your dripping entrance gathering your want on his burning tongue. He relishes in the taste for a moment before pulling back and swatting your ass, making Haarlep jump.

"Can she feel me…"

Haarlep arches their back more slightly, swaying their ass, "I'm sure she is trembling as we speak…"

Raphael smirks, amused, as he slowly strokes his cock, groaning at the thought of you currently at your camp, hiding away in your tent, touching yourself. Leaning over your form, his hot cock nudging between your slick folds as his velvet voice whispers in your ear. "Show me how she sounded…"

Haarlep mickes your soft moans, “M-more…Please…I want to feel it AH~”

Raphael moves his cock faster between your folds, getting coated in the beautiful cyprine weeping down from your cunt. The tip of his cock kissing your clit with every mind-numbing nudge, his precum sticking to your cute little clit mixing in with your arousal. Raphael takes his thumb and gathers the sweet release before he pulls Haarlep up by your hair and slathers it to their lips, feeling Haarleps eager tongue licking and sucking on Raphael's thumb, moaning for more, and they rub your ass further on their master's groin.

Raphael pushes Haarlep back down; they mimic your panting breaths and your soft moans while they shove two fingers into your pretty little slit. Raphael swats away their hands before slipping his cock in you in one swift motion. It's so fucking wet and snug, his mouth waters at the thought of you right now…so full of him and so frustrated…are you rubbing your cunt on your pillow? Fingering yourself with two fingers trying so hard to reach those deep spots…Poor mouse, he would help you; you're his favorite, after all.

Rapheals rolls his hips as he digs his nails into your waist, pulling to his tip and then slamming you back down, relishing in how Haarlep gasps for air every time. Their cunt squeezing him with every thrust. "R-Raphael, ah~ I'm so so full!"

Raphael smirks as he leans down, keeping his pace, "Mmm, My mouse said that?" he questions Haarlep as he places kisses down your spine, his hands moving to your breast to pinch your nipples and tug roughly to get Haarlep to answer.

Haarlep chuckles and bites their lip, "Well, substitute the name, but yes…I fucked her tight cunt stretching it to your cock, S-she st-studders, and ah~ Ah~ cries when F-fucked!" Rapheals rhythm speeds up, and his grip tightens. Your noises, your voice, he wants it for himself; he wants to witness your flushed face, your bouncing breast as he reclaims you for his own. Haarlep had you; now it's his turn; he will make the incubus watch from the side, then make them lick up your messy cunt when he spills his seed in you.

The thought of your puff cunt dribbling out his thick seed is all he can think of as he keeps slamming his cock into your gummy walls. He wants to go deeper, abuse your cunt till your womb is opened for him so he can fill you up, "Gonna fill you up…fuck my spawn into your tight cunt…keep you full forever." Your pussy has his cock in a vise grip as his cock throbs his rutting driving deeper into you. Though he is pounding your pussy, his hands turn to more caressing. His hands roam over your perfect form, your skin like silk, your sweet smell he wants to always have lingering on him, then your voice, crying out his name and moaning so cutely, it's better then any composition he's heard before.

Raphael feels his cock nudging against your would-be cervix; he brings his hand around to your stomach, where he feels his cock. Pressing on it, he groans from the feeling and your fucking mewing. That's when Haarlep starts to feel Rapheals veins pulsing on his cock, the sensation warming your velvet walls and threatening the release of their arousal to flood against his cock, though Haarlep knows better than to cum before Rapheal wants it…

As Rapheal's pace gets sloppy, so does his breathing, and so does his mind…

“My Mouse…you feel like perfection…” He licks against your neck, littering it with kisses and nips as his fingers come to rub against Haarlep's swollen clit, so sticky from your fluids flooding over them.

"Rapheal, M-My devil…Ah, please..ah, please!"

Raphael growls at the sounds of your begging, fuck, he wants to hear it endlessly, your sweet submission as he finally ravishes you fully. "Cum for me…let it wash over you…let me feel it…"

With a loud cry, your fucking your hips back onto him as you feel the overwhelming heat rushing through your veins of your orgasm. Raphael cums right after you, his cock throbbing as it pushes out his thick cum deep into you. He groans and steadily tries to catch his Breath as his length stays buried within you. Whisper praises are sung into your skin before he slowly pulls out of you, his hand rubbing your stomach tenderly as he does.

Raphael wraps his arms around your small form and brings you to his chest, his nose buried in your hair as the smell of the sex slowly starts to dissipate from the boudoir. In this moment of peace, he begins to feel your body shake, followed by a familiar laugh. It's still your body but no longer your voice from the vessel. Haarlep smirks, looking up at the devil, "So tender for the little mouse… I'm sure she would be very receptive to your…cuddling." They can hardly get through the sentence before bursting with laughter.

Raphael goes to say something as he pushes Haarlep away when he senses something…a visitor? Haarlep goes to continue their teasing when Raphael slams his massive hand over their face shhing them.

Everything is quiet for a moment before the sound of loud crashing and slamming doors comes from the halls. "Where are they!" your voice yells through the house. Haarleps' eyes widen in delight as Raphael watches the door in anticipation…his tail slightly swaying in excitement…. It looks like they made you hot and bothered, perfect.

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yourstruly-caycay · 5 months

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A "Loving" Husband

Yan! Poseidon x reader

Woo! My first time writing a yandere version of a character, and for the first time in forever I post something ehe.

Warning: yandere behaviour incoming

Synopsis: Poseidon never have any intention to tell Atlas, his son, about the inside of the golden door under the deep sea within the darkness. But, out of impatient and curiosity, Atlas bound to uncover the secret.

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The curious little boy finds himself in front of a huge golden door, a shiny one as it shines by the glimpse of the moon. He checks his surroundings once more to make sure he doesn't hear any doorstep near him as the window shows a scenery of the darkness of the sea. He sighs in relief as he's ready to find the answer that his dad has been avoiding to answer, “If this door is in this deep underground, what could dad possibly hide?”

He tries to push the door, he keeps pushing to the point his face and hand turns red. “I can open it!” He courage himself as it finally opened a little bit, small enough to fit his size.

“Ha! Dad must be proud if he knows that I can open a door this heavy.” He pat his back proudly as he goes through the door. The inside of the room is exactly as he questions it, a room full of old neat treasures and artifacts on the shelves. Out of all the treasure he saw, he spotted something bigger. A beautiful and shiny marble statue of a life-sized woman sitting on a couch with a lot of jewelry on her and white silk dress, but he notices that the clothes at the waist part are ruffled, as if that part has always been touched.

"Hmm, why does the ring seem familiar?" To get a better sight, he climbed to her thigh and sat on her. Observing the ring closer, he remembered the very same pair of rings in his dad's finger.

“But why is it on the statue? I thought mom was supposed to wear this? Perhaps I should try to give it back to her.” Carefully, his eyes focus on taking off the ring from the finger without realizing that his feets slip from the statue's silk dress as he’s hanging by the ring finger.

Unfortunately, the ring finger cracks as his head knocks onto the floor. He rubbed on his injured head, displeased seeing the gold blood on his hand from the injured head. However, the feeling of pain is replaced by panic as he closes his mouth when he sees the ring finger shatter from the statue. In a speed, he grabs the statue's ring finger and sprints all the way to his room.

…

By the next morning-

"WHY DO YOU NEED TO BE ANGRY JUST FOR A MISSING PART OF A STATUE?"

The boy jolted up from the sudden loud voice outside his room, he immediately opened the door. His heart beats fast and eyes go wide seeing his father and mother arguing in the hallway with Hades and some staff hidden in the corner or running away because they’re too scared at the sight of Poseidon.

"WHY? I'VE WARNED EVERYONE IN THIS CASTLE NOT TO ENTER THAT ROOM EXCEPT FOR ME, BUT A HIDDEN INSECT SEEMS TO HAVE BROKEN INTO THAT ROOM! I’LL FIND THE FOOL AND SHRED THEIR HANDS."

"BUT THAT DOESN'T EXCUSE YOUR SUDDEN OUTRAGE LIKE A MAD MAN."

“You insolent women-” Before Poseidon’s trident even near Amphitrite, Hades held his wrist and said in a stern voice. “Poseidon, calm down,” His eyes now turn to glare at him, but Hades still has the stoic face and staring back at him, “It’s just a statue, I don't know what's so special about that. But, if you’re still determine to punish the culprit, do it, but don’t throw the blame to the wrong person.”

And so, he put his trident down, his breath steadier and turned back to his usual stoic face, yet eyes still glare at his brother, “Just a statue? That statue is a prize possession of mine, worthy of my time to care for it.”

Hades can only sigh and shake his head in disappointment, meanwhile Amphitrite opens her mouth to say something while holding in the trembling voice with knees getting weak pressing down her fear as she stares back at him. The trident might not pierce her at all, but the sharp wind from the trident is enough to cause a scratch of gold blood to flow from her face.

"You've got to be kidding me, Poseidon, everyone already fucking know that you're protective of that precious little statue of yours. I don’t know what’s so special about it, it might be more special than me, but have you even spared a little heart for your poor wife whom you married by your own choice? Why do you marry me if you never treat me like a wife?"

"Amphitrite," Poseidon said coldly, "Since when gods married for love? Just do your own job as a queen."

Poseidon is finally out of sight as Amphitrite clenches her fist, glaring at her husband's back. "Tch, what did the statue do to make you this crazy?" she mumbles.

"Amphitrite, I do apologize for his manners." Hades pats her shoulder as he sees her in a trembling state, she gazes at him with tears spilling from her eyes.

"There's no need to apologize," she wipes her tears, "It’s his fault… no, it's my fault. How stupid and naive I am to agree to marrying him in the first place. I thought that maybe… if I become a good wife; a good mother, then maybe he can at least show an ounce of love to me like any lover does… what did I do to deserve this?"

"Don't say that, it’s his fault for being immature."

"Immature?" she snapped at him, "No no no, it’s insanity. I saw it in his eyes, the possessiveness and madness when the part of the statue is missing, all for the sake of that? I don’t know how long I will have to bear this. I can slowly go insane too for centuries living in this lifeless marriage, Hades, especially when the son he so much loved is not my own blood-" She gasped and closed her mouth, Hades got caught off guard hearing it.

"What?" He holds her shoulder, “What do you mean? Didn’t Poseidon announce to the whole Greek pantheons about you bearing his child?” Amphitrite isn’t able to hold eye contact anymore seeing the confused but angry Hades.

"Mom..."Her heart drops dead as she turns in horror to see him trembling, the familiar uncomfortable expression when he has to witness the familiar scene many times.

"Atlas!" She runs to hug him, "Did you just see the fight? Oh, I'm so sorry to have you see that."

"Mom... what do you mean?"

"W- what is it?"

"So, you're not really my mom?" His eyes are getting glossier each time passed along with his red nose. "Then, where's my real mom? Did she abandon me?" The tears fall as his crying sound is getting louder making her feeling more guilty, she hugs him tightly and pat his blonde hair.

“No no, of course not my dear… she’s umm… she-”

“I believe me and him deserve an explanation from you, Amphitrite.” He glared at Amphitrite like a predator caged its prey, unable to let her run away from the problem. After a long uncomfortable silence, she takes a breath first and stands up to glance at him.

“You both deserve an explanation… but, promise me,” she continued, “Don’t tell Poseidon, at least not now, okay?” He nods as she leads them to Atlas’ bedroom and locks the door. She sits on his bed as she massages her head, trying to find the best words to explain while the two of them wait for her.

“I already knew Atlas when he’s only a toddler, I still remember the sight of Poseidon holding him…”

…

~The night before the wedding~

To her younger self when she was still a naive princess, who was once frightened by Poseidon’s first sight. The way he always ignores her or glares at her when she makes a mistake. Hundreds of insults and mockery threw at her, driving her to avoid him even more throughout years staying in Poseidon castle as his fiance because her father thought that it’s a “good thing” for her to get familiar with him before the marriage.

When she’s ready to go to sleep, relaxing her tense muscles before tomorrow's marriage, the sudden strange calming sound arouses her suspicion. She opens the doors and follows the sound. All the way to the bottom of the sea floors. She found the source of the sound from one of the rooms and opened the door a little bit. Her eyes went wide at such a beautiful sight of the cold tyrant of the sea showing a small smile toward the unknown baby, holding the sleeping baby with such a gentle touch while humming a calm deep lullaby with the moon illuminating him heavenly like an angel.

“Impossible, how can he be so cruel, yet gentle at the same time?” She mutter

“Women, what are you doing?” She jumped at his sharp tone, once warm turned icy in a split second. She slowly opened the door, welcomed by his unamused face. She clears her throat to not feel pressured by the awkwardness, “My apologies, Poseidon, I just happened to hear your heavenly lullaby from my bedroom, I can’t help but listen to it too.”

She glanced at the sleeping baby, a smile growing wide fighting the urge not to touch the cheek, “So, who’s this baby? He’s just as beautiful as you.”

“My son.”

Silence came again, as her mouth slightly opened and eyes wide in disbelief. Unsure what to even say, “S- so, you’ve married before, then?” she frowned when he kept silent, “Where’s your previous wife?”

“Passed away.” He said in the usual cold tones, but she knew underneath that there’s a slight crack and irritation as his gaze now turned to the moonlight. Of course she passed away, or else Poseidon wouldn’t even remarry. However, deep in her heart she knew there’s a small crack discovered he’s used to love a certain woman, and now the baby is the only thing left of that woman.

“Sorry to hear that,” she continued, “What’s the name of the baby?”

“Atlas.”

…

~the night after the marriage event~

It was a cold kiss, but she received it welcomely despite his expressionless face throughout the whole wedding, but it’s okay. “It’s really okay, he’s probably not used to me yet. One day he will!” She patted herself. Emerald eyes sparkled at the whole sea regions and the Greek pantheon of deities and nymphs congratulated them, isn’t this what she’s been dreaming of? Marrying a handsome prince and living happily ever after?

During night time where everyone has a great time of feast, smiling and chattering. While Poseidon were discussing with his brothers and several gods, Amphitrite was accompanied by Aphrodite and Persephone having tea together as the both of them enjoyed their little chats while she quietly listened.

“Dear Amphitrite sweetheart, may I ask why you would want to marry Poseidon? It’s clear as day that he’s hard to be swayed by love.” Amphitrie got caught off guard with Aphrodite's question, she rested her chin on her hand thinking the perfect way to explain it.

“Well, I’m aware that a god like Poseidon is difficult to read and likes to close himself off from everyone. I’m aware too that this is a marriage for political reasons, but time itself is impossible to read too, who knows it’ll take time for him to open up to me, and maybe I can fix him.”

Aphrodite giggled while pinching her cheek playfully, “Amphitrite, I hope you can keep your words, I’ll give you the best gift if you can win his heart.”

“Haha, to be honest, I’m used to being scared of him too, but when I saw him holding his son gently in his arm it’s like seeing part of the real him open up. How can I not want to win his heart and show his other good side to me too ?”

“Son?” Persephone gasped and stood in surprise causing everyone to look at them, “What do you mean he has a son?”

Suddenly, everyone is freezed, tons of eyes now peered at Amphitrtie who was surprised too at everyone’s new discovery. “I- I thought everyone know that he has a child-”

Suddenly Poseidon touched her shoulder and leaned her closer to him as he announced to everyone, “Yes, I do have a son… with her.”

Everyone including his brothers and her families are elated by the news, congratulating the couple as they continued the feast. However, Amphitrite snapped at Poseidon who’s still avoiding her eye contact, questioning his suspicious act… head feels dizzy as she frowned at the announcement. Suddenly, Zeus wrapped his arm around Poseidon and Amphitrite in joyous, “Congratulations on having a child! So it turns out you guys already did a dirty thing before the marriage, huh?”

“Shut up.”

“Congratulations, I anticipate meeting my nephew by tomorrow.” Hades shook his hand while laughing, yet despite the wonderful news, Amphitrite got left confused all alone watching the crowd in line congratulate them, leaving her deep in thought of her mind.

…

“Poseidon, what’s with all of this? I thought everyone knew about your son.” Amphitrite sat on bed facing Poseidon who’s changing his clothes to something more comfortable, once again avoiding eye contact with her. She clenches her fist when he has the nerve to ignore her question, “Not only that, but you LIED to them about him being my son in blood? What about your previous wife? How would she feel about this?”

“Don’t remind me about Y/n, Amphitrite.”

“Y/n? So that’s her name, huh? Don’t tell me that no one also knew about this Y/n.”

Another silent response made her more convinced, knowing this, she slowly moved away from him, his unreadable expression made her stomach twist. “Poseidon, why would you lie?”

What are you trying to hide?

“All you need to know is that I did all of this to keep her and Atlas safe from the gods’ eyes. If they ever discover the truth about them, I’ll gouge their eyes and shred their bodies to pieces where their mouth wouldn’t spread all over to other realm,” Amphitrite shiver at his calm tone, she felt her heart skipped a beat at his eyes finally made an eye contact, the eyes that threaten her as if a trident ready to strike her if she made a single mistake, “This include you too Amphitrite, just do your job as a queen and a mother, and I’ll turn a blind eye on you. Remember that this is a marriage that’ll benefit your family.”

…

“That’s all I know,” Amphitrite steady her breath as she lies her head down, feeling uncomfortable with the silence, “It’s true, ever since that, I wouldn’t dare to ask him about her. I- I don’t- I don’t know why my foolish self is still trying to love him despite his undying love for his previous wife.”

Tears spilled from her eyes, words unable to be formed as she cover her cry from them. “Why did I even keep pursuing?” She thought, but a sudden heaviness on her caught her off guard, uncovering her face to see Atlas hugging her.

“It’s ok, mom.” Amphitrite hug him back with more tears spilled, her heart melt knowing Atlas is still calling her mom despite the truth. However, Hades is still standing across from her as he Massages his forehead, still surprised yet angry, but at his foolish brother.

“Atlas, can you please change your clothes and go have breakfast? Your mother and I still have to discuss about… this…further through.” Atlas nods as he changes his clothes and unlocks the door to go to the dining hall, leaving Amphitrite and Hades alone in his room.

Hades approach Amphitrite to sit beside her as his hand tap on her shoulder, “I’m sorry to hear that… I never thought he would do that.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It is. As his brother, I shouldn’t have been too lenient on him, he’s just using you for his own benefit.”Amphitrite shake her head, “It’s partly my fault too for not refused it and being naive, I was too scared by my own father,” clearing her throat as she jump to different topic, “But, about her…”

“Y/n…” Hades humm, “So she’s Atlas' biological mother, why does Poseidon hide her from everyone? Out of shame?”

“Shame?”

“Poseidon is a pride god, if he loves her that much, what makes him want to hide her in the dark? Have you ever suspected her identity and background?”

Amphitrite put her hand on the chin as she recalled her moment when she was in the library, however it put a frown on her face, “I have try to search about her in the library, yet no books have had a record about her, so for now I’m assuming that she’s not a goddess from this pantheon nor a nymph.”

“Not even a nymph? How did you come up with that assumption?”

“From Atlas of course, if Y/n is a nymph from certain creatures, he will have the appearance or characteristic of that creature, however none of it are in him.”

“Fair enough.”

“How about you? Does the name Y/n sound familiar?”

“That’s… the problem, it’s new and unfamiliar within this patheon nor any other places, never for eons have I ever heard that name,” Hades massages his head and sighs as the mystery causes a headache to him., sick of his brother’s antics, he stand up, “I will ask him right now, he’s the only one who knows the truth.”

Hearing this, Amphitrite immediately stand and holds his shoulder as she shakes her head, “Don’t! If you ask him he will immediately know I told you and will slaughter me,” she continued after steadied her breath, “Please, I’m not stopping you to research about her, but don’t directly ask him.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll talk to him about this too. He has been hiding this far too long, I’m disappointed at his oddly obsessive behavior-”

“Hades, your shoes.” Hearing her gasp, he looked down and froze, seeing the crimson blood seeping from under the bed all the way staining his shoes. He kneels, and looks under it to discover the missing part of the statue — the ring finger — feeling the hard rock texture, yet when he touches the bleeding part, he shivers from the soft rotten meat and bone texture.

“There’s a dead body of a mortal hidden inside a statue, how is it under his bed?” He frown, “Moreover, the ring on that finger-“

“It can’t be, that’s the same pair of rings that Poseidon has.”

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #anime #ror poseidon #snv poseidon #poseidon x reader #yandere poseidon x reader

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spider-stark · 26 days

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A CONVERSATION BETWEEN OLD FRIENDS

Gwayne Hightower x Septa!Reader

Summary - Devotion will never be enough to make the Gods forgive you for the sin of your existence. They will keep finding new ways to punish you.

Warnings - fem!reader, bastard!reader, septa!reader, mostly edited, heavy religious themes & guilt, angst, yearning, *slightly* ooc gwayne but mostly cause he's drunk and bitter lmao

Word Count - 1.3k

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Dark obsidian walls glisten like the night sky as you enter the Starry Sept from the motherhouse. Towering statues stand sentinel around the round-altar, carved in the likeness of the Seven. Forever repenting for the sin of your existence, you often acknowledge them as you draw close—with a nod, a prayer, an offering.

But not tonight.

Even with his forehead pressed to the altar, you recognize Gwayne by his tawny hair, shimmering like bronze in the candlelight. His tunic is wrinkled, half-untucked from his trousers. The sharp scent of alcohol burns your nose, strong enough to smell it from across the Sept.

For a moment, a smile touches your lips. You think of lost nights spent by the Honeywine river. Skipping rocks on the water and drinking from a bottle of arbor gold, snagged from his uncle's cellar.

But nostalgia is all too fleeting, soon replaced by deep worry for an old friend.

Cavernous and austere, the Sept echoes your every footfall. Consumed by a drunken haze, Gwayne remains oblivious to your presence, even as you sink to your knees beside him.

It’s only when you speak that he looks up.

“I’m reminded of a verse from The Warrior’s Edicts.” Armed with sword and helm, the God's stony eyes seem to peer down as you recite His wisdom: “Drink muddles the sensible mind. ‘Tis the duty of knights to remain sober-minded, to pave a path of rectitude so that all men might follow.”

Gwayne’s voice is unusually hoarse, wavering slightly as he tells you, “You won’t find a sober knight in all of the Seven Kingdoms.”

“Perhaps that’s why there are so many indecent men,” you turn your head to him with a soft smile, “because none are willing to pave a better way.”

Altar candles flicker, bathing his features in dim warmth. You note the faint stubble along his jaw, the dull shine of sapphire eyes. When was the last time you sat this close? It feels like a lifetime ago, now.

He swallows, looks down at his lap. “How did you know I was here?”

“Septon Halleck saw you come in,” you tell him. “Thought you looked in need of a friend.”

In the years since swearing your vows to the Faith, the aging Septon was your only blessing. Between services, he spins tales about his life before coming to Oldtown—of a youth spent north of the Neck, about a pale castle surrounded by frigid waters.

You tell Halleck stories about your life, too. He pretends not to notice that Gwayne Hightower is at the center of them all.

Softly, you tease, “Though if he had known you were drunk, he might’ve sooner tossed you onto the streets.”

Gwayne scoffs. Starts fiddling with his fingers, picking at them. “If the Septon’s life was half as grueling,” he grumbles, “then he would understand my need for a drink.”

“And what’s so grueling about the life of a trueborn son?”

It’s not meant as a slight, though a certain bitterness seeps through.

Raised in the shadow of trueborn siblings, you know well of the luxuries they’re afforded. Watched as your sisters were swathed in silk and coddled with gold, freely given all which you were made to claw for.

You recall a quote on envy that Halleck recited during your novice years, when your blood still ran thick with resentment: He who sits at the head of the table will still covet crumbs off a beggar’s plate.

But what if you’re the beggar? If the Gods gave you nothing but crumbs. Would envy still be a sin? Or a sign of injustice.

Gwayne shakes his head. Mutters under his breath, “You’ve never understood.”

“Understood what?”

“What it’s like to be shackled by your father’s name,” he answers, frustrated.

His thoughtlessness is a fist around your heart, squeezed tight.

If he was sober, he would apologize. If he was sober, he wouldn’t be here at all.

You suck in a calming breath, interlacing your fingers and resting your elbows upon the altar. Heat from the flames caresses your forearms as you utter a wordless prayer to the Warrior, asking Him to keep your voice from wavering.

“You’re right. I don’t understand.” Images flash in your mind. The hazy face of a father who didn’t want you. You clear your throat, say, “But I know it is to be nameless, and I can’t imagine the shackles of a noble-name hurt any worse.”

“Better to be nameless and free,” he says, “than noble and in chains.”

You fight the urge to laugh, instead citing a relevant phrase from The Book of Reflections. “Those bound in chains oft discover they were forged by thine own hands.” Gwayne’s head tips back, groaning. Your lips briefly twitch. “It’s not your fate to be nameless,” you tell him. “But, even if it were, the shackles are of your own making—you would bear them all the same.”

Drunkenness exaggerates his expression. Pulls his brows together, tugs his wine-stained bottom lip into a deep frown. “If I had known you were just going to quote scripture at me,” his words slur slightly, “then I wouldn’t have come.”

You don’t let yourself wonder at the implication there. That maybe he had come to see you.

“Why come to a Sept if not to receive wisdom from the Gods?” You ask.

Gwayne’s stare shifts upwards, settles on the scales of justice clutch in the Father’s stone fist. Sapphire eyes begin to blaze like searing flames. “For forgiveness,” he answers slowly, without inflection.

Hesitant, you ask, “So that’s why you’re here tonight? To ask the Gods for their forgiveness?”

His head shakes. His fingers never still, never stop tearing at his cuticles.

He holds the Father’s stare and, with a voice like death, says, “I’m here so they can beg for mine.”

The pressure in your chest grows tighter, his words resonating with a part of yourself long since buried by the Faith. The angry, bitter part of you—the nameless, the beggar, the bastard.

Instinct tightens your fingers, still interlocked. You look to those stone Gods. Feel an old weight settle on your shoulders as they look back.

Strained, you ask, “For what reason?”

Gwayne doesn’t answer. Asks his own question, instead. “Why did you join the Faith?”

You think of the Honeywine. Of the last time you sat this close.

Of a boy born with such honor, cherished by his Gods.

Of a girl born with such shame, scorned by them.

You think of the Faith. Of the passage that led you away from his side.

A Bastard's life is a testament to the reach of sin.

Tainted and tarnished, all they touch will come to rot.

Tears sting the back of your throat. Unsure of a better answer, you tell him, “Because we all bear our own shackles.”

As if comparing wounds, Gwayne offers up his own answer, too. “There was a feast tonight,” he tells you. “My father announced that I am to be wed.”

There’s such hollow silence. Obsidian walls wrap around you. Starlight burns your skin.

“To who?”

Something tells you that you won’t like his answer. A soundless voice, a whisper on a phantom wind.

Quietly, voice wavering, he tells you, “One of Lord Mullendore’s daughters.”

A stone drops in your stomach.

“Lord Mullendore…” Your mind begins to reel. Images flash. A hazy face. Silk and gold and clawing clawing clawing. “One of his daughters…”

All at once, the air is sucked from the room. As if oxygen is yet another thing denied to you in the name of repentance. As if all your devotion still isn’t enough to purge the rot from your existence.

Both soft and resentful, he murmurs, “She has your eyes…”

You keep your fingers interlocked. Gwayne picks his bloody. The Gods watch.

The path of devotion is fraught with pain. But fear not! Trials endured in Faith shall always be rewarded with Light. The Seven are just. The Seven are wise. The Seven are merciful.

a/n - Honestly, I just wanted to explore the internal conflict that might come from a bastard going the Faith of the Seven considering that, while they're welcome to become Septons/Septas, they're still viewed as being sinful and treacherous by nature. Additionally, the idea of a bastard being so in love with a pious, honorable man that she turns to his religion just feeds something inside of me?? like, her turning to scripture to communicate with him?? him beginning to resent the gods that 'cherish' him?? neither of them ever getting what they want??

anyways--all thoughts/opinions/feedback are welcome and very very appreciated!

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His to Keep

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob!Bucky AU)

Word Count: 3,626

Summary: You've been working for Bucky for almost a year and although you know there's so much more to him than just owning the club, you can't help but be drawn to him as he's drawn to you.

Author's Note: Just more mob!Bucky because I love him so! Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: light mentions of v-i-olen-c-e and angst, but mostly sweetness and softness, tension and flirting, and d-o-m and obse-ssi-ve Bucky.

The piercing shot rings out, and before the echoing sound even dies, Bucky’s running. Your high-pitched scream pierces the air and he silently prays for your safety, his long legs moving so fast time seems suspended.

When he reaches the hallway, there’s a small group of employees gathered by the doorway, their expression filled with shock and horror.

They part without question as he approaches, rushing into the room and ignoring the violence that so blatantly fills it. His blue eyes search for you and finally his heart starts beating again when he sees you unharmed.

You’re crouched in the corner, eyes wide with terror as you take in the slumped over man in the chair, his tailored and expensive suit now stained red.

Bucky’s men immediately follow his orders to handle the situation but his attention never leaves you.

With slow steps he approaches you, holding his hands out and speaking your name softly. When your eyes lock with his the first tear slides down your cheek and he nearly crumbles to his knees, his heart shattering.

He gathers you into his arms with such a gentle grace, as if you’ll break and ushers you toward his office. With a nudge of his toe he opens the door and sets you down in his large leather chair. Carefully he takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over you, tucking it above your shoulders.

His eyes are laser focused on you as he fills a crystal glass with whiskey and forces it into your shaky hand.

“Drink this.”

You glance at it unseeingly, lost in your head, replaying what you just witnessed over and over.

He lifts the glass with a gentle touch and when it reaches your lips you drink reflexively. He waits until you finish all of it.

Taking a silk handkerchief out of his breast pocket, he kneels down in front of you, his hands moving with slow trepidation, but still you try to intercept it.

“Let me,” he orders. “Please doll.”

The second set of words come out softer and your hands fall to your lap.

He cleans your face of tears, his touch delicate and reverent and you can feel his warm breath fan your cheek as his thumb chases a stray tear that slips toward your mouth.

“Doll,” he whispers roughly, emotion clogging his voice.

Your wet lashes lift and you meet his eyes, your breath catching at what you see. You’ve never seen him look so vulnerable. His usual façade of unrivaled power and unrelenting dominance gone, replaced by a haunting look of dread.

“James?”

At the sound of his name on your lips his jaw clenches, his controlled restraint slowly slipping away with his mask and every moment he spends so close to you. He needs you to feel you. Your warm and soft skin, your pulsing heartbeat, your lips, every curve…

But he would never take advantage of you, especially after what just happened.

“Let me take you home.”

You nod and easily fall into his embrace, resting your head against his chest as he escorts you toward the exit.

When your soft sheet hits your shoulder you sigh, snuggling closer to your pillow as Bucky tucks you in. You had argued lightly when he told you to shower but now that you’re warm and clean you feel marginally better.

He pauses at the door as you fall asleep, knowing he can’t leave you here alone, instead sinking into your make up chair in the corner of the room, watching vigilantly as you succumb to slumber.

A week later you’re determined to leave your house, wanting to get back to work, even if it means facing the demons of that night. And you want to see him again. You’ve missed him, even though you know he’s never very far away.

He watches from his hidden vantage point as you close your car door and start the engine. He doesn’t need the GPS tracker he had installed on your car to tell him where you’re headed, but he turns it on anyway.

His own car starts, black and sleek in a nondescript way. He easily catches up to you, maintaining a safe distance behind you so you don’t notice him.

He phones Steve who’s working the back door of the club. “She’ll be arriving soon. Escort her in.”

Steve makes a small sound of acknowledgement and hangs up, promptly moving outside to wait for you.

Once Bucky is satisfied Steve has you covered he makes a sharp turn off the main road and takes the back streets toward his club. He needs to be there before you. Ready and waiting.

Before you even turn your car off, Steve is at the door, opening it and guarding you with his body.

In his office, Bucky waits, checking the crowd through the one-way glass that overlooks the floor. Security has been upgraded, covering every inch of his club to ensure nothing like what happened last week ever happens again.

Everything in the club looks to be running smoothly…not that he would have it any other way. All his endeavors are done with the utmost care and cunning precision. He wouldn’t be able to run this club any other way let alone the whole damn city.

He scans the floor until his eyes land on you and as if you can feel his gaze, your eyes glance up to the window where you know he’s standing.

The connection that’s been growing between you two for the past year has only been solidified since the unfortunate event that took place last week. He knew in that moment that he would do anything for you. Die to protect you.

Since the instant you walked into his club to apply for the job as manager he knew you were special. And having you work for him has been the sweetest torture. Day after day he watches you excel at your job, handle everything thrown your way with ease and professionalism, even the scummy clientele that try to lay hands on you.

No one touches what belongs to him and only the ones that don’t know who he is try. But they soon find out how big of a mistake they’ve made.

Steve alerts Bucky that you’re on your way up to his office.

The knock on his office door makes his heart skip a beat and even though he’s dressed impeccably he smooths his hand down his chest, adjusting his tie in the process.

“Come in.”

You crack the door open and peek in.

“Hi James. Steve said I could come up?”

At your questioning tone, Bucky smiles.

“You never have to ask to see me doll. You’re welcome to anytime.”

You smile softly and walk in, shutting the door behind you. With a slow saunter you move toward his desk and perch yourself on the edge near his chair.

He finds it hard to concentrate the moment you’re close. Even though you try to keep a cool demeanor, your body is inviting in its posture and your eyes devour every inch of him.

“Thank you for seeing me James,” you start. “I wanted to…”

Before you can finish he leans closer, a gentle interruption with his consuming presence. “First of all, call me Bucky. I’m only James to everyone else. And as I said before, I would love to see you anytime you want doll.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning toward him as if you’re pulled by some invisible string. “That’s actually why I’m here. I wanted to thank you.”

“For?” he asks, his eyebrows raised as a small smile pulls at his lips.

Your eyes drop to his mouth before your lips part to speak again.

“Taking such good care of me last week and rescuing me.”

“I hardly rescued you doll. I’ll never forgive myself for putting you in that situation and the fact that I wasn’t there to protect you will haunt me forever. I never wanted you to see this side of my…business.”

You pull your gaze away from his mouth and study his face. He’s beautiful. His large blue eyes framed by dark and long lashes and his perfectly shaped jaw surrounding a mouth with lips you dream about tasting.

“It’s ok…”

“No.” he says, his tone harsh.

His face crumples when he sees your eyes widen at his gruffness.

“I’m sorry,” he quickly recovers. “That’s not meant to be toward you…if anything had happened to you…”

You tentatively reach up to cup his cheek, your thumb softly brushing over the dark stubble that lines it.

“You have nothing to apologize for. I know you would never hurt me.”

His eyes are locked on yours, the tension between you palpable. You unconsciously trace your lips with your tongue, drawing his attention. He moves closer, closing the distance and resting his elbows on his spread thighs.

“Anything you want from me. Anything at all. You need but to ask and it’s yours.”

“Jame…Bucky, thank you.”

He visibly preens when you say ‘Bucky,’ and it makes you smile, triumph alight in your eyes.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do…?” you ask, looking at him from under your lashes.

“Nothing. You’re perfect. However, I’d like to ask you something.”

His words peek your interest and you inch closer, knowing after today there’s no turning back from this. From him.

“Dinner. I want you to have dinner with me doll.”

“That wasn’t a question,” you say teasingly, even as you drag your teeth over your bottom lip. “More of an order.”

“Mm, you’re right,” he winks. “Either way, I think your answer is going to be yes.”

“Like a date?” you question, your grin widening.

“Yes. A date.”

“What will everyone else say when they find out you’re dating your employee?”

Your question has his features hardening ever so slightly, but not at you.

“No one will say a word about it. I can assure you of that.”

You audibly swallow as you take him in, focusing on the way you feel about him, not what he’s capable of.

“I’d love to have dinner with you Bucky.”

He visibly relaxes and a genuine smile graces his lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes in such an endearing way you nearly swoon off the desk.

“Good. Then let’s eat.”

You giggle. “Now? I thought you meant you were going to pick me up, you know, I’d get all dressed and then you take me out.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t want to give you time to reconsider.”

Reluctantly, but with a smirk, he pushes on his heels and rolls his chair away from you, grabbing his cell. He orders a spread of food from one of his restaurants, then sits back down.

“Sit,” he says, motioning to the chair across from him.

When you do he slides closer, framing you with his spread legs and caging you in with his thighs.

“So now that this is dinner, tell me something about yourself that I don’t already know.”

“Hmm,” you muse, tapping your chin.

You fall into easy and comfortable conversation, sharing more about your past. Bucky listens intently, hanging on to every word and prodding gently with well thought out questions.

A knock at the door surprises you both and you can see Bucky’s body tense. He was so immersed in you he lost sight of any possible dangers, forgetting his surroundings. He mentally berates himself, tucking that away and vowing to be more mindful, if only to keep you safe.

Thankfully, it’s only the dinner delivery.

He takes the food and moves to the casual seating area of his office, placing the food down on the coffee table. You follow him and sit on the floor.

He stares at you for a moment, his eyes wandering over your form before he follows suit with a light shrug.

“Have you ever sat on the floor to eat dinner?” you ask playfully.

“Not that I recall,” he answers, serving you food.

You both laugh and dig into the delicious dinner.

After your impromptu dinner date you and Bucky continue to dance around each other at work. The connection is strong, the pull between you taut with intense heat and longing. You can always feel his presence, his eyes on you, but it’s not uncomfortable at all, in fact, it makes you feel safe.

Later that week as you’re leaving your yoga class you feel someone following you. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end but when you hear the instructor’s familiar voice you relax slightly and turn to say hello.

“Hi Matt.”

He greets you warmly and falls into step next to you as you walk toward your cars. The conversation is light at first but then he starts to complain about his girlfriend and how their relationship is failing. You begin to feel uncomfortable and as if sensing it, Matt drops his head.

“I’m sorry. Enough of my drama. I just need to move on I think.”

You take that as your cue to leave and start to say your goodbye but he keeps talking, chasing after you as you move toward your car.

“Hey, how is work going?”

“Uh..good, really good, thanks.”

Matt continues firing questions at you and your eyes dart around the darkened parking lot, quietly searching for Steve or one of Bucky’s other men.

“You’re really beautiful, you know that?” Matt says, the words pulling your from your spiraling thoughts.

You step back to gain space and before you can answer, there’s a loud clanging noise as the door of the gym next door slams shut.

A big and broad silhouette comes into view and both you and Matt automatically look over.

Steve’s large frame moves closer and you sigh in relief.

“Hey Steve,” you chime, taking a step toward him.

Steve respectfully keeps his distance while also always keeping you protected.

“Ready to go?” Steve asks as he glares at Matt.

“Yes,” you answer, waving at Matt.

Matt blinks several times, clearly confused at Steve’s arrival but grudgingly says his goodbye and shuffles off to his car.

“I was looking for you Steve,” you say once Matt is out of ear shot.

“I’m sorry it took me longer than usual. I was on a call,” he apologies.

“It’s ok,” you say with a soft pat to his shoulder. “Just glad you’re here.”

“I always am.”

When you look at him with curious eyes his own go wide. “Well…not always of course. Bucky would have my head, but I just meant…”

You throw your head back with laughter. “I know Steve. The first few months I thought I was just crazy but when I realized it was just you trailing me and keeping me safe I felt better.”

Steve gives you a more relaxed smile and opens your car door.

“Um Steve,” you say softly as you sit. “Do you think maybe…we could keep this just between us? Matt’s not really a bad guy. I think he’s just having a rough time. I’m sure everything would have been just fine.”

Steve’s mouth turns down in a frown. “You know I can’t do that.”

With a sigh you reply, “I knew you were going to say that.”

Steve’s lips lift into a wry smile. “When it comes to his girl he wants to know everything.”

“Is that so?” you ask, narrowing your eyes. “Should I start keeping a diary so I can report in every second of every day.”

“Well, you probably don’t need to go that far, but…”

Your lips purse but when you see his expression morph into one of sheepishness for the second time that night you decide to let it go and take it up with Bucky himself.

Back home, Steve walks you to your door.

“Do you want to come in? Need a snack or drink?” you ask.

He doesn’t take a single step closer and shakes his head once.

“He’s on his way now.”

“Bucky’s on his way?” you squeak. “Shit. I need to change and tidy up!”

At your use of ‘Bucky’ Steve genuinely grins. The action catches you off guard but you realize that Bucky wasn’t lying when he said no one calls him that but you. With another flurry of thanks and goodnights you bid farewell to Steve, even though you know he’ll just be sitting outside in his SUV until Bucky arrives.

You prepare for your shower, determined to keep your head once he gets there and get some definitive answers from him.

At his knock, you open the door with a tentative smile.

“Doll face,” he greets, his voice deep and intense.

“Bucky,” you echo. “Would you like to come in.”

“Please,” he answers and brushes past you.

Just the delicate touch of his hand as he walks by sends goosebumps skittering across your skin.

“I’m sure you already know about what Steve did tonight,” you say as you walk into your living room.

“Of course,” he answers.

You look over your shoulder and narrow your eyes.

“Want something to drink?”

“Do you have whiskey?” he asks.

“No whiskey, just red or white wine and water. Take it or leave it.”

At your sassy tone his eyebrows raise every so slightly.

“Water is fine, thank you. And want to tell me what that sassiness is about.”

After you get two glasses of water you sit on the couch across from him, leveling him with your best glare.

“How long have you had Steve following me?” you ask him.

“You’re very observant,” he states.

“That’s not an answer,” you continue with sass. “And I’ve been paying attention. You know I have. But mostly to you.”

Your confession satisfies him. You can see it in the way he lifts his chin and his eyes glitter.

“I want you to fill me in Bucky.”

“On?” he asks as his arm falls over the back of the couch and his fingers ghost over your shoulder, mostly bare in your thin tank top.

“Bucky.”

You mean it to come out more demanding, but it’s breathy and your body shivers at his touch.

“Are you sure? You were pretty freaked out by what you learned last time you got a glimpse behind my curtain. And rightfully so.”

“Tell me. I trust you and I want to give us a chance.”

He takes a deep breath and shares as much as he can without putting you in any more danger.

“Why do all of this though? Do you have men following everyone that works for you? Why did Steve call me your girl?”

“Two of these questions have the same answer. From the moment I saw you I wanted you to be mine and after the incident earlier this month and I almost lost you, it became an overwhelming feeling.”

His fingers press into your skin as he glides them down your arm.

“And no. I don’t have men on anyone else that works for me. I keep them safe of course. But just you. Always you.”

His hand leaves your arm and he strokes his thumb along your jaw. You lean into his touch and sigh out his name.

“I’ve been patient,” he murmurs. “Fuck doll, I’ve been so patient.”

He presses the pad of his finger to your lips, tracing their softness.

“But with every breath I take, I think of you. Every beat of my heart, I want you.”

The moment stretches in sweet torture before you place a hand on his cheek.

“I want you t…”

Before the words are fully out of your mouth he’s on you, dragging you into his lap and grinding his hips up as he grabs the back of your neck and steals your breath.

You press closer, needing to feel every inch of him. Your arms wrap around his neck and you lightly scratch your nails over his scalp before your hands fall to his chest and you start to tug at his tie.

Your lips leave his and you trail kisses along his jaw, stopping just below his ear before tracing the muscular column of his neck.

He hisses out a curse and tightens his grip. You smile into his skin and loosen his tie. You’ve barely gotten it undone when his large hand lands on your ass cheek. The sting makes you moan and rock your hips but in a flash your eyes are on his, your chin caught between his thumb and forefinger.

You take in his appearance as he stares at you. His usually pristine shirt now wrinkled, the buttons at the top hanging open and his loose tie dangling messily. His normally untouched hair is tousled, wild from your fingers and his control is clearly wavering with every heaving breath he takes.

You don’t waste another second and this time you kiss him, pressing your softness against every hard plane of his body, maximizing every bit of contact as you try to pin him to the back of the couch. You nibble into his bottom lip and then swallow the sound of his satisfied growl.

“Doll,” he starts, and you hear the questioning tone of his voice.

“Fuck me, Bucky. Fill me and make me yours.”

For a split second you see surprise flash across his features but he instantly recovers with a smirk.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for his, how many times I’ve dreamed of you saying those words to me,” he murmurs, his body rigid with his restraint. “And remember, you asked for this. I’m going to give you everything.”

His words are a dark promise, one you hold onto with every fiber of your being.

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hiiii im actually so obsessed with how u write spencer!!! could i request sucking him off like in the kitchen or something and hes still in his suit after work and hes like rllllly pissed from a long day at work. and his hand is in your hair, when he finishes he kind of holds her in place so she cant get off to spit, goes in with his other hand to pinch her nose and tells her to swallow?

RUFF RUFF RUFF RUFF bless your brain.

you knew something was different the moment you entered the house.

the usually calm, library-like atmosphere your shared apartment with spencer held was replaced by a tight, thick tension that suffocated you.

“spence?” you called down the hallway as you kicked your shoes off and hung your coat.

this was a rare occasion, being home before spencer, but your big ceo boss was staying late which meant his assistant—you, had to stay late too.

you frowned when you didn’t get a response, instead padding further into the apartment on your white, stocking-clad feet.

“baby?” you didn’t see him in the living room so you turned to the kitchen where he stood with his back to you, leaning on the counter.

“you’re late,” god, how you hated when you couldn’t place his tone. he didn’t sound mad, but he didn’t sound… not mad.

“I’m sorry, owen had me running errands all night, his big meeting’s coming up and he’s really stressed,” you explained, not wanting an argument to start. you walked up to him, softly leaning on the counter beside him and running your hand up his arm.

his face was tense and his demeanour tight. he hardly moved at your touch, simply taking a long blink and a deep breath. he’d rolled his shirt sleeves to just below his elbows, the veins in his forearms prominent and thick.

“something’s wrong, long day at work?” you asked him. his fingers twitched on the counter, his eyes flicking down to you as he took in your work attire. the silence freaked you out a little. “baby, say something.”

nothing.

“does your boss have to see you looking so pretty?”

in a flash, he was on you. his hands all over you and his face in your neck as he kissed and nipped at your skin. you laughed in surprise, your own hands coming to his shoulders.

“look at you in that tight, little skirt and stupid silk blouse. d’you reckon he gets off on seeing you, seeing you in your pretty stockings. does he know I dress you every morning? does he know how expensive that blouse is? I do. I fucking bought you that blouse.” his words surprised you, but it all sunk into place in your mind as he pressed you against his front and you felt his bulge poking your hip bone.

you could only whimper, nails biting into his deep grey shirt and head tilting back.

“spence-“ “-come on let me feel you. let me feel your mouth, baby, I need it, I need it so bad.”

before you could respond, he was pushing you onto your knees with one hand on top of your head and the other undoing his belt. you sat on your knees, waiting for him to get his belt and flies open.

his cock stood tall in front of your face. thick, long and leaky, you closed your eyes happily as he smacked his length onto your cheeks and smeared his precum all over you. your eyes flashed open and a gasp tore your throat as he grabbed at the hair at the crown of your head and pulled it back.

your mouth opened as he guided your mouth onto his cock, the two of you groaning in unison. it wasn’t not long before he hit the back of your throat, your eyes closing as his cock reached its usual resting point. but he didn’t stop there.

your eyes opened and you look up to him as he kept pushing. his own eyes were fixed on the way he disappeared past your lips, ignoring your panicked whimpers as your nose drew closer to the small patch of hair at his pubic bone.

tears gathered as he pressed your face to his crotch and his groan of delight filled your ears. meanwhile, you were whimpering and gagging around his cock and smacking his thighs pathetically as you begged for him to move.

as he rolled his eyes with a sharp sigh, he pulled his cock out of your mouth and watched you, annoyed, as you coughed.

“breathe. gather yourself.” his words were short and demanding, waiting for you.

once again, he grabbed you by the hair and smushed your face into the underside of his cock.

“lick.” he instructed, a small smirk pulling at his lips when he felt your pathetic kitten licks. “oh, baby. I know you can do better than that.”

his teasing tone had you licking wide and long stripes up his cock as he enjoyed the feeling. not long after, he was jamming his cock down your throat again.

his hips worked overtime as he facefucked you, grinning down at your pathetic look. teary eyes, mascara-streaked cheeks, red complexion. and the cock sliding in and out of your spit-soaked lips.

feeling his pent up release hurtling towards him, he held your face down to his crotch again as he ignored your muffled wail. hot cum spurted into your mouth, some dripping down your throat. you pushed away from him, but he held you by your nose as he pressed down on your nostrils.

with half his cock in your mouth and your cheeks full of cum, you only wanted to spit into the sink. but, alas, the dreaded instruction came.

“swallow.”

“don’t wear your stockings tomorrow. I want owen to see the bruises.”

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nanamis-baker · 5 months

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Blunt Blade

Summary: You come home from work to find Nanami cleaning his blade, but the blade is used for something else.

Pairing: sorcerer! Nanami x reader

Content: Nsfw, 18+ only, Smut, light bondage + blindfold, riding object, edging, creampie, light spanking, choking and more?

WC: 5.2k (I get carried away)

a/n: I woke up horny with this idea, so this is mainly self-indulgence but I kind of went overboard with it so yeah...

Also, it's proofread, but I was enjoying a pizza while proofreading it so don't trust my words lmaooo.

But I hope you'll enjoy it! Happy reading!!

Your keys jingled a soft melody as you unlocked the front door, the familiar scent of home washing over you like a warm embrace. Stepping inside, you caught sight of Nanami through the living room doorway. He sat on the plush couch, bathed in the warm glow of the lamplight, meticulously wrapping his freshly cleaned blade in a new white and black cloth. The movements seemed to slow as you entered. He finished wrapping his blade, securing it behind his back with ease, the muscles of his arms bunching momentarily beneath the fabric of his shirt.

He rose to his feet, and for a fleeting moment, his gaze drifted down your form, a boldness replacing its usual stoicism. A slow smirk played on your lips. You'd chosen the right outfit today – a simple black silk dress that skimmed your curves, the hem ending just above your knees.

He made his way towards you as you slipped off your shoes. Ever the gentleman, Nanami knelt before you and helped you out of your heels, unbuckling the straps as you held onto his shoulders for support. He stood up and helped you remove your coat, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of your shoulder, sending a shiver through you. His eyes met yours, clouded by a dark intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

"You look beautiful, darling," he murmured, his voice husky as his fingers toyed with the thin strap of the dress. "Was it something special today?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. His other hand trailed up your body, a slow exploration that travelled from your thighs to your hips before settling on the small of your back, pulling you against his hard body with a possessiveness that thrilled you.

"No, just running some errands," you hummed, a slight tremor running through your voice as his hand moved in soothing circles over your lower back. The strap of your dress now rested precariously against your upper arm, exposing the tempting swell of your chest. Nanami's finger trailed a teasing path down your collarbone, sending goosebumps erupting across your skin.

He was close - so close to you. His cologne, mixed with a hint of aftershave and sweat, surrounded you, a heady mixture that went straight to your core.

"Did it include distracting me, by any chance?" he murmured as his lips ghosted over your shoulder. His breath was hot against your neck, sending a delicious heat blossoming in your chest. "Because trust me, beautiful," he continued, his voice husky and laced with desire, "it's working.”

Before you could reply, Nanami closed the distance between you, your lips clashing against each other’s. His kiss wasn't gentle. It was a searing brand - his lips hot against yours, the taste of vanilla from the lip balm you'd swiped earlier tingling on your tongue.

His hands, so sure and confident, roamed all over the curves of your body with a hungry urgency. One hand cupped your face, his thumb tracing a demanding path across your cheek and your jawline. The other found the bare skin of your back, sending a gasp escaping your lips. Your reaction encouraged Nanami as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding further into your mouth.

You clung to him, your own hands tangled in his hair, the strands so soft against your fingertips. You pressed yourself impossibly closer, returning his kiss with equal desperation, the frantic thud of your heart hammering a wild rhythm against his chest. A sliver of moonlight speared through the window, illuminating the sharp angles of his jaw. A soft whimper escaped your throat, causing Nanami to groan into the kiss.

He tore himself away from your lips, leaving you gasping for air. Your chest heaved in ragged unison with his as his lips trailed down your jaw. His breath tickled your skin, as a tingle danced all over your body. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your neck, and you tilted your head back instinctively, offering him easier access. A strangled whimper escaped your lips as he nipped at the soft flesh, leaving a mark, the sharp sting barely registering through the haze of desire.

Soon enough, the other strap of your dress followed the same fate as the first one, leaving no support for your flimsy dress as it barely hung loosely around your chest. Nanami's hand, warm and calloused, brushed against your bare arm as he guided you towards the couch. A single, deliberate tug sent the dress cascading down your body in a slow, silent swirl, leaving the cool material to pool around your ankles.

Nanami’s gaze, heated and hungry, devoured you, taking in every inch of your body. His fingers brushed against your cheekbone as he said, “Turn around darling, I am not done looking at you,” his voice, tender yet commanding, echoed through you, causing you to follow instantly as you turned about, your back towards him.

You felt his heated gaze all over your back, your knees turning weak under his gaze, but a flicker of shyness bloomed in your chest. Maybe it was the vulnerability of your exposed back or the lack of any reaction on his face after his bold request. Heat crept up your skin, a blush not just of desire but of a sudden, unexpected hesitancy.

The warmth of Nanami's clothed chest pressed against your bare back, the fabric of his shirt and the leather of his suspenders feeling rough against your sensitive skin. His hands trailed down your arms, causing your breath to hitch slightly.

His breath, hot and ragged, tickled the shell of your ear. "Feeling shy now, huh?" His voice was a husky murmur, laced with a hint of amusement that sent a pang of something… unexpected… straight to your core.

He continued, his nose nuzzling into the soft, heated skin of your neck, "We both know how you get when you are under me."

With a swift movement, he flipped you around and pushed you onto the couch. A gasp escaped your lips as you sank into the soft cushions. He hovered above you, his gaze devouring your skin, flushed with need - need for him. His warm hands trailed down your body, a deliberate exploration that sent electricity humming through you.

His touch lingered on the waistband of your underwear, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your stomach. He gently tugged the waistband, his eyes meeting yours, “Is this okay?” he asked, a request for permission - a shift in dynamics. The ball was in your court now.

But you wanted the ball to remain in his court only.

You nodded in reply, a little too eager. Nanami smirked, “Use your words, beautiful.” You groaned, frustrated, as you said, “Yes, Ken, it’s okay - more than okay.”

Satisfied with your answer, Nanami removed the fabric with a single, slow tug, sending the garment sliding down your legs, pooling around your ankles.

He latched onto your body, trailing kisses all over your skin. His kisses were a wildfire, trailing flames down your neck and across your collarbone - a delicious reminder of your raw vulnerability in his hands. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin behind your ear, a spark igniting where they met. His hand dipped lower, a slow, deliberate exploration that mapped the landscape of your body.

Nanami was on his knees now, settled between your legs, as he looked at your soaked core. His thumb traced your slit, the touch feather-light, causing you to hiss, “So wet already? We have barely begun, baby.” His lips met the soft skin of your inner thigh, and he bit down, hard, eliciting a choked gasp from your lips. His lips and teeth continued leaving their marks all over your thighs, while his thumb teased your wet slit, brushing over it, barely giving you the friction you craved.

“Kento, please, it’s t-too much,” you moaned out, desperation clear in your voice as you tugged his hair, pushing him towards your core.

“Darling, I haven’t even done anything,” he murmured against your skin, before his thumb found your clit, drawing tight circles over it. A loud moan escaped your lips as he teased your clit and his tongue plunged into your core, twisting and curling, brushing against all the right spots.

His tongue was soon replaced by his fingers, and he inserted two fingers inside you. “Fuck, Kento, just like that,” you breathed out, your head thrown back against the couch. Nanami smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction. He added another finger, and you felt so full - so good - as he leaned down, using his other hand to spread your fold apart before giving your clit a hard suck, making your head spin.

He retracted his finger, leaving you empty, before his hands grabbed your thighs, pulling you towards him and burrowing his face into your folds. Your hands fisted in his hair, pulling and pushing, as heat coiled low in your belly, a delicious ache that spread through your limbs.

He continued this, using his fingers, lips, tongue and thumb to his aid till you were falling apart under him, cumming all over his face and mouth, moaning so loudly that for a moment, you were afraid the neighbours would hear it.

But who cared about the neighbours when you had this hot, amazing man between your legs?

Nanami continued till the last wave of your orgasm faded away before he pulled back and licked his fingers clean, moaning appreciatively at your taste. He used your inner thigh to wipe away your wetness from his face, his nose and mouth brushing against the delicate skin.

A fresh wave of arousal hit you at that sight.

Nanami rose abruptly, breaking the heated contact. He stood tall, his form a silhouette against the dim light of the living room. Your breath hitched as you gazed up at his imposing figure, a delicious tremor running through you. He looked down at you, taking in your flushed body sprawled on the couch, his gaze lingering on all the places where he left his mark.

He didn't hesitate. In a swift movement, he scooped you up, the warmth of his body enveloping you as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your hands wrapping around his broad shoulders.

The kiss that followed was pure fire. His lips met yours with a demanding urgency, the taste of him causing you to groan loudly into the kiss. He held you tightly, his grip sending shivers down your spine as he carried you towards the bedroom. The buckle of his belt felt unforgivingly cold against your hot core, causing you to hiss against his lips. The room seemed to tilt, the world shrinking to just the two of you and the fierce heat building between you.

He lowered you onto the bed, the soft mattress enveloping you in its warmth. He lingered for a moment, his breath hot against your cheek as he grazed your forehead with a soft kiss. Then he pulled away, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features.

Reaching behind his back, he removed his blunt blade that was hooked to his suspenders. A dull thud echoed in the quiet room as he set it down on the nightstand beside the bed. Then, his hands found the buckle of his belt, the leather groaning softly as he removed it from the loops of his pants.

He paused, the belt dangling in his hand. A slow smile played on his lips as his gaze held yours. Anticipation crackled in the air, thick and electric. Without a word, he looped the belt through the buckle and extended the belt towards you. Understanding dawned quickly in your eyes. A thrill shot through you, a delicious mix of fear, eagerness and excitement.

You offered your wrists, the pulse points throbbing beneath your skin, a frantic rhythm that mirrored the thudding of your heart in your ears. His fingers brushed against your hand as he secured the belt around the wrists, the leather tightening with a satisfying click. He tested the hold, confidence brimming in his eyes. Then, with a practised movement, he attached the remaining end of the belt to the headboard, effectively pinning your hands above your head.

His gaze travelling from your face to your toes. “You look breathtaking,” He murmured. Here you were, completely naked and bound, while he stood next to you, fully clothed and free do to whatever he wanted. A fresh wave of wetness dripped down your folds at this realisation.

Nanami reached for his tie, removing it from his neck. His fingers worked fast as he removed the knot, his eyes lingering on your eyes and neck as if deciding where to use his tie. Seeing his obvious dilemma, you offered, “Well, you can always use two ties.” Nanami chuckled, the sound dark, and he replied, “I figured my hand would look better around your throat,” and with that, he lowered the makeshift blindfold over your eyes.

"Wait, Kento," you said, and his movement halted mid-tie. He immediately moved his hand back, a flicker of surprise and concern crossing his features. Before he could speak, you continued, a husky, almost breathless whisper escaping your lips, "Wanna see you first.” You moved your leg, so your toe hooked onto the waistband of his pants.

A slow smile spread across Kento's face, washing away his earlier expression. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that travelled all over your body. His fingers brushed tantalizingly over your bare leg, a possessive touch that lingered just a beat too long. "Well, I can't say no to that," he finally conceded.

He grabbed your ankle, the hold rough. With a tug, he dragged your leg down until your arms were outstretched above your head, effectively tightening the hold of the belt. His gaze met yours, a challenge glinting in his dark eyes - reminding you of who held the cards here.

He reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it with slow, deliberate movements. Each button undone was a promise, a sliver of skin revealed that sent a delicious heat coursing through you. Finally, the last button yielded, the fabric falling open to expose the taut muscles of his chest. He reached for his cuffs, unbuttoning them before sliding his shirt off, leaving his upper body bare for your hungry eyes.

His gaze, intense and unwavering, never left your eyes.

"Enjoying the show, darling?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your core. A slow smile played on your lips. "Oh, it’s just getting started," you breathed, your voice barely a whisper.

He reached for his pants, the movement sending a ripple across his sculpted torso. With a slow, fluid motion, he removed them along with his boxers. Your breath hitched as you took in the entirety of him – a masterpiece of hard muscle and smooth skin bathed in the soft, warm light.

He was so perfect, it was ridiculous. Unfair even.

You wanted to run your hands down his body and feel those muscles under your fingers, but alas, you couldn’t do that. Bound and helpless, you were at his mercy.

Soon, too soon, he reached for his tie again. This time with the practised ease of his fingers, he secured it over your eyes, plunging your world into darkness. The only sound you could hear was the ragged rasp of your breaths and the pounding of your heart, a frantic drum echoing in the sudden silence.

Your senses were heightened. You felt your wetness trickle down onto the mattress below you.

For a time, silence stretched, thick and heavy. No sound of Nanami moving. You strained to hear him, to sense his presence, but there was nothing. The anticipation was agonizing - a delicious torture.

You squirmed against the bindings, a silent protest against your helplessness. Your legs rubbed together, a small act that created a spark of friction, a faint echo of the pleasure you craved.

Suddenly, a hand clamped down on your ankle, the touch rough. He yanked your legs apart, spreading them as far as they would go, the unexpected movement causing a gasp to escape your lips. The mattress between your spread legs dipped as Nanami settled in, his warmth a tangible presence against your exposed skin.

A hand suddenly landed on your clit, a loud sound echoing in your bedroom. Pain and pleasure clouded your blindfolded eyes as you whimpered. His hands landed again and again until your whimpers turned into loud, unrestricted moans and the pain subsided till only pleasure remained.

Your folds were throbbing by the time he was done, tears coating your eyelashes, your throat dry. “Enjoyed that, beautiful?” Nanami asked, his breath soothing your heated folds. You nodded as you cried out, “Yes Kento yes! I did.”

You felt him smile against your skin before you felt his tongue tease your swollen clit, causing you to buck away. His tongue soothed your clit first, before he picked up pace, his fingers joining him as he ate you out. You were moaning, your walls tightening around his fingers with each thrust, his fingers brushing and curling against all the right spots.

Just as you were about to cum, a wave of frustration washed over you as Nanami's touch abruptly faltered. His fingers, which had relentlessly danced over your clit, now slowed to a tantalizing crawl. The lustful caress of his tongue against your core vanished, leaving behind a raw ache of yearning. "What...?" you gasped, your voice barely a whisper against the ragged rhythm of your breath.

He offered no explanation, but you felt his cheek move against your inner thigh. He was smiling. Then, with a deliberate slowness that bordered on cruelty, he resumed his ministrations. His fingers rekindled the fire he'd put out, and his tongue flicked and teased, sending a jolt of anticipation skittering down your spine. You clung to the edge, desperate to fall over, but just as you felt the familiar pull towards oblivion, he'd withdraw once more, leaving you teetering on the brink.

The cycle repeated, a cruel game of push and pull that stretched time and frayed your nerves. Minutes bled into hours, or so it felt, each stolen moment of pleasure amplifying your frustration. You were a tangled mess of raw need, your moans a desperate plea for release.

All of a sudden, he disappeared, his fingers and tongue abruptly absent. A gasp tore from your lips, a primal sound of frustration and desire. You were left flushed and trembling, the phantom sensation of his touch burning on your skin.

Desperation clawed at you – not an itch, but an ache, a deep yearning that pulsed through your core. You strained against the restraints, the leather biting into your skin was insignificant compared to the fire raging within you.

The mattress beneath you was slick, wet with his spit and your wetness. The scent of arousal hung heavy in the air, a mix of his musk and your own desperate need. Vulnerability washed over you, a raw yearning that left you exposed and aching.

A sudden sensation brushed against your cheek, a cool contrast to your heated skin. It was cold, rough and hard, like steel wrapped in cloth. It trailed down your neck, the coolness of the object causing you to buck, before hovering tantalizingly above your peaked nipple. Anticipation crackled in the air as it circled, the touch deliberate yet teasing. Finally, it dipped down, the pressure increasing, as the rough material rubbed against your nipple, leaving it hot, raw and throbbing.

It moved to your other nipple, repeating the same process, till both of them were peaked to the point it hurt, red and raw.

Your chest was falling up and down rapidly, each breath a shallow wave against the heat building deep in your core, spreading all over your body. Suddenly, a jolt of awareness ripped through you, sharp and unexpected as you felt the shape of the object against your stomach.

The object pressed against your sensitive skin wasn't just cool metal. You froze, the realization crashing down on you like a physical blow. It was Nanami's blunt blade.

Nanami moved his clothed blade down your body, over your abdomen, before the blunt side of his blade brushed over your pelvis, settling over your needy clit. He moved the blade, its rough fabric providing delicious friction against your clit. But it was wrong, right? So wrong. After all, he uses it to kill his enemies!

“You want to cum, right?” You heard Nanami say as he continued moving the blade against your clit, giving you exactly what you needed “Use the blade then, cum all over it” he said, as he stopped moving the blade against you, forcing you to move your hips to get that delicious friction.

You whimpered with need. God, you wanted to use it, you needed to cum, but this felt wrong. “But Ken-” you began, but Nanami cut you off, “It’s okay, sweetheart. Use it - ride it for your pleasure.” he said, desire heavy in his voice, “I want to see you come undone all over it.” His fingers brushed over your temple, gently moving away the hair sticking to the side of your face.

It felt so good. The cool blade, the rough fabric, the delicious friction. And you knew it wouldn’t hurt you, not at all. So what was stopping you from taking what you wanted? Even Nanami wanted you to use it - so why the hesitation?

With that in mind, you surrendered to the cool sensation, your hips rising and falling in a mesmerizing rhythm against the blade. Nanami's gaze seemed to sear through the blindfold, his unspoken encouragement a delicious fire against your skin. “That’s it darling, move your hips like that,” he encouraged you and your orgasm was building, your walls clamping around nothing as your body was finally ready to let go.

His name was on your lips as your body arched, and with a scream, you came all over the clothed blade- Nanami’s blunt blade. Every nerve in your body was alive, the effect of the orgasm reaching your fingertips, your toes, making them curl. Your hips moved on their own, making to ride the blade till the last of your orgasms faded.

You lay sprawled on the bed, muscles trembling with the aftershocks of your release. Each ragged breath felt like a victory as you slowly brought your body back under control. A soft thud beside you startled you – it was the blade, you realised. Nanami’s finger brushed your cheekbone, as he reached to remove the tie tied around your eyes.

His lips brushed over your eyes, a fleeting touch that spoke more than words. He cupped your cheeks, his voice a low rumble as he praised you, "You did so good for me, such a good girl." You opened your eyes, blinking away the darkness as they adjusted to the light. You met his gaze, his pupils dilated - his eyes were so dark with desire, with raw need.

The itch was still there, but you knew precisely what - or who, actually, your body itched for. "Kento," you breathed, your voice hoarse with a raw desperation. "Take me, please," you whispered, the plea escaping your lips in a shaky gasp.

Nanami took in a sharp breath. You looked at his length, which was red and angry, swollen with need, pre-cum leaking out from the tip. You wanted to lick it away, to feel Nanami fuck your mouth, but above everything, you needed him inside you, painting your walls.

“Are you sure, honey? You just had a pretty intense orgasm,” He said, the concern heavy in his eyes. Despite what his body wanted - no, what his body needed, he was still focused on you. But you were sure of what you wanted.

“Yes Kento, please - I need you,” your legs rubbed against each other again, but all your body craved was the man standing in front of you.

Nanami’s eyes lingered on your face, searching for something before he finally, finally moved and settled down between your legs. With deliberate movement, he positioned himself against your entrance.

His lips trailed down your neck, each touch a whispered promise. He found your nipple, his tongue circling it with a gentle pressure that sent a delicious ache through your core. You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips as he moved to your other breast, mirroring the exquisite torment.

He grabbed his length, his large hand wrapping around it as he entered into you. A gasp escaped your lips as he pressed against your entrance, the initial resistance delicious friction. Inch by inch, he moved deeper inside you, your walls struggling to take him - you felt so full already. But you knew there was more - a lot more.

When he was halfway through, Nanami began thrusting into you, going deeper and deeper into you with each thrust until he was fully settled inside you. You were so full, so sensitive and Nanami was stretching you out so well - God, you loved it.

Nanami began with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust a deep exploration that sent shivers down your spine. You could feel the shift within him, the control he'd held loosening as desire took hold. It was a delicious surrender, watching him succumb to the same fire burning in you.

His pace quickened, echoing the rising urgency within you. Every powerful surge sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, a gasp escaping your lips with each satisfying thrust. The heat intensified, blooming outwards from your core, and your moans became a desperate chorus, a plea that mirrored his own.

His voice, thick with raw need, tore through the haze of your desire. “You take me so well, darling,” he groaned, “Always so well."

You locked eyes with Nanami, a reflection of your flushed desire staring back at you. His hair, usually styled back, clung to his forehead in damp tendrils, mirroring the sheen of sweat that glistened on your skin. His chest, a canvas of taut muscle, heaved with exertion, beads of sweat rolling down his body.

His hands roamed your body with hunger. They lingered on the taut skin of your stomach, sending shivers cascading down your spine as his fingers dipped below, exploring the sensitive curves.

His thumb brushed tantalizingly across your nipple, causing you to throw your head back. He circled it gently, a slow and deliberate torture, before his fingers joined the dance, sending goosebumps all over your skin. You struggled against the belt holding your hand back, desperate to touch him, to feel those muscles of his back, but it was futile.

His pace grew more urgent, mirroring the frantic rhythm of your breath. You arched your back into his touch, a wordless plea for more, for release from the delicious torment.

He let out a guttural growl above you, the sound vibrating through you. His hand snaked out, brushing against your cheek before coming to rest on your throat. "I was right," he murmured, his voice a husky rasp against your ear. "My hand looks far better than my tie." His hand tightened, limiting your supply of oxygen.

Abruptly, Nanami stopped and pulled back almost all the way out. He stayed there for a second, before driving into you with such force that it knocked the air out of your lungs, causing you to gasp, but there was only so much you could do against his hand choking you.

His cock throbbed inside you, his veins pulsing as his thrusts grew even more desperate. You were struggling against his hand, and you felt his hold loosen, “Breathe honey,” he said, and as you gulped for air, his hands tightened yet again.

“You are taking it so well,” he groaned, “Just a little more and we will be done, sweetheart.” His thrusts had turned brutal, merciless - his hold on your throat unforgiving, yet you enjoyed every second of it. Wanted more, craved more.

Your walls tightened around his cock, clamping down on him, “Kento…” you began, and felt his hold loosen again. “I am so close” you rasped out.

“I know I know, honey, let it go.” His hand left your throat and settled on your clit, drawing quick 8’s on it. Soon enough, you were moaning, screaming, squirming, as you came all over his cock, your orgasm blinding you for a second as it took over every inch of your body. You felt it in every muscle, every tendon, every cell. Your skin burned but Nanami did not stop as he chased his own release.

Finally, his thrust turned sloppy, uncoordinated, as he moaned above you, his orgasm taking over him and his white hot release filled you. He fucked you through his orgasm, drawing out every last bit of it until your walls had squeezed him dry.

With a groan that coursed through you, Nanami settled beside you, the weight of his body a welcome press against yours. Both of you fought to catch your breath, ragged gasps escaping your lips in a shared rhythm.

He turned his head, his breath warm against your cheek as he nuzzled the sensitive spot just below your ear. "Beautiful," he murmured, his voice hoarse with exertion and something deeper, a raw tenderness that sent a fresh wave of shivers down your spine.

You tried to reach up, to trace the sharp, damp line of his jaw, but the binding of your arms held you back. A flicker of frustration crossed your features, quickly replaced by a sigh of relief as Nanami, as if sensing your desire, reached up and undid the belt. The leather loosened, allowing your arms to fall free with a gentle thud against the mattress.

He sat up, his movements slow and deliberate. His gaze met yours, and without a word, he reached out, his touch surprisingly gentle as his fingers began to massage your shoulders. The tight muscles, knotted with tension, loosened under his ministrations, a wave of relief washing over you with each circular motion.

You closed your eyes, letting out a soft moan as his touch worked its magic. The sharp ache in your muscles began to dull, replaced by a pleasant warmth that spread through your body.

He stopped his massage as his arms wrapped around you, a secure and comforting hold. Pulling you closer, he nestled his face in your hair, his breath warm against your skin. A soft kiss landed on your forehead, a sweet and intimate gesture.

"You are amazing," he murmured against your hair, his voice a husky rumble that sent a delicious warmth through you. A blush crept up your neck, a mixture of pleasure and shyness at his praise. “You did so well.”

He cupped your jaw, his touch gentle yet firm, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. There was tenderness in his eyes. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss, a slow exploration that promised more to come. When he finally pulled away, a slow smile played on his lips. "How does a bath sound, honey?" he asked, his voice a husky invitation.

You nodded against his chest - your throat felt too raw to say anything. Nanami smiled, “I’ll get the water running, then.”

a/n: did I get carried away? I feel like I did lol.

Anyway, I got hot and bothered while writing it, so I hope you also had a similar reaction while reading it!

Please let me know what you thought about it! I always smile whenever I see a notification about a like, reblog, or even a comment because it's just so sweet.

Also, tagging @whereflowerswenttodie just because.

Divider by @/benkeibear and @/cafekitsune. Please check them out, they have AMAZING resources!

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megistusdiary · 6 months

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thinking about being arlecchino's little accessory... trailing her everywhere around the fatui headquarters all dolled up in perfect white lace <3

now technically you're supposed to be her assistant. but you were so sweet and pretty that she turned you into her personal doll instead.

falling asleep beside her, head on her shoulder when dull harbinger meetings run too long... idk i just love her sm 😞😞😞

-🎱

this is what i'm saying oml

dom!arlecchino x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, power dynamics (she was your superior), collars/leashes, prospective cunnilingus (is that the way to say it?)

wherever arlecchino went, you could never be found straying too far away. always dolled up in some expensive white lace, hanging off her arm like some designer purse.

oh, and if anybody even dared to question who you belonged to, there was a collar around your neck embedded with her signature red gemstones. quite conveniently placed to let everyone know without a doubt you were hers.

of course, you, too, had your humble beginnings. long before you would ever dare to step into her private chambers, you were once her assistant.

unassuming at your own little desk outside her office. you'd file paperwork for her, fetch more ink when she ran out, bring her meals in for her (the kitchen staff often begged you, running off the minute you'd agree), those sorts of menial tasks.

much to her surprise, you turned out to be more competent than she expected. naturally, she had your desk moved inside her office, replacing your old station with someone else. now, she could look at you all day, calling you to her side whenever she pleased.

well, let's face it, who were you to deny her? not because she was your superior, but she was gorgeous. you'd have been a fool not to let her trace her hand up your arm, to gift you with an expensive choker necklace (more of a subtle collar, really), to pull you into her lap.

she couldn't help but admit how cute you were. like a little doll in her lap, looking up at her so sweetly as your hands rested gently on her shoulders.

after that, your old desk in her office went unused. untouched as it sat there while you instead allowed her to dress you up in the finest of lace and silks. short little outfits, made to be revealing to the eye. to her eye. ones to be worn not in the bedroom, but for wherever she pleased.

she often indulged in bringing you to her long meetings as a way to keep herself awake. she liked your warmth pressed against her, how she kept you perched on her thigh.

one hand would be holding up her chin, the other busied with stroking your spine or playing with your hair. sometimes she would straighten up in her seat, gently splaying her hand over your throat, tugging your head back to look up at her.

soft words spoken into your ears, intentionally low and sultry to send a shiver up your spine. all you could do was nod at any request, hearing her shoo everyone out of the room, door closing shut.

her thighs would spread, chair pushed out as she watched you slowly sink to your knees before her. ah, her most favorite sight these days...

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jeannineee · 1 year

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Closure (Ⅲ)

Azriel x Reader

a/n: part three!! Comment if you’d like to be added to part four :) quickly proofread, sorry for any errors

Requests are open for headcanons/short blurbs

ALSO IM A BIT NERVOUS ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT THIS PART IS GOOD SO YALL LMK PLS

Part 1

Part 2

PART FOUR

warnings: angst, allusions to sex (18+ please)

“What are you and Azriel doing?”

Mor’s question drew your attention from the book in your hands. You sat up on the couch, hugging your knees to your chest.

“I don’t know.”

That was the truth. You had no idea. It had been a few days since that evening with Azriel in the Hewn City. Unsurprisingly, he hadn’t spoken to you since.

Mor sighed, taking a seat on the couch beside you. “I thought you said you ended things with him.”

“I—I did. But…” you trailed off, fidgeting with the spine of your book. “…I can’t stay away from him.”

“Because he’s your mate.” Mor said. A statement, not a question.

Shock was written all over your face. “How did you know that?”

“Anyone with a brain can see it. Except for Azriel, apparently.”

You looked away, finding sudden interest in Feyre’s family painting on the wall. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Why?” Mor’s voice was soft, understanding.

“Because he is only interested in Elain.”

Mor went silent for several moments. “I think Azriel feels he isn’t worthy of you.”

“That’s nonsense.”

Mor snorted, twirling her golden hair around her forefinger. “Trust me, I know. But as long as I’ve known him, Azriel has always thought himself to be a bastard-born nobody, undeserving of anything good.”

Something in your soul ached at that. You knew Azriel had issues with his self-esteem, but you didn’t realize just how much it affected him.

At your silence, Mor continued, “Despite his inferiority complex, his behavior is uncalled for. He shouldn’t be stringing you along while entertaining Elain.”

“I know.”

“And you need to grow a backbone.”

You glared. “I have a backbone.”

“Not with Azriel, you don’t.”

You couldn’t argue with that, as much as you hated to admit it. Perhaps it was the bond, that made you so weak to his advances. Perhaps it was your own naïveté.

“Do you…” You swallowed thickly, the question catching in your throat. “Do you think he knows about the bond?”

“I’m not sure.”

~~~~~~~~

Later in the day, you retired to your bedroom, after spending a few hours training with Nesta and Cassian. You loosed a sigh of relief and contentment as you settled into a warm bath, the scent of lavender and eucalyptus wafting through the air.

Normally, a bath would be enough to relax you, and calm your thoughts. But Azriel weighed heavily on your mind. As did your conversation with Mor.

Half an hour passed by, filled with overthinking. Scowling, you rose from the bathtub, wrapping a towel around your form, and headed into your bedroom.

Before you could enter your closet, a knock sounded on your door. You didn’t need to hear his voice to know who it was.

“Y/n.” Azriel called from the hall. “Can I come in?”

You replaced the towel with a silk robe, and sat on the edge of your bed. “Come in.”

Azriel silently entered your room, his shadows much more active than normal. The shadows only behaved that way when he spent time with Elain—they disappeared in her presence.

Yet the shadows reveled in yours.

If the shadows weren’t hint enough as to where Azriel had been earlier in the day, Elain’s flowery scent ensnared your senses. You swallowed down bile.

The Shadowsinger cleared his throat, leaning back against the dresser that stood against the wall, a few feet away from you.

“Did you need something?” You asked him.

Azriel chuckled. “Do I need an excuse to see you?”

You fidgeted with your hands. “I have things to do, so…”

“It doesn’t seem like it,” Azriel replied, taking a step forward. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough to reveal the tanned, muscular chest beneath, and the black, swirling tattoos that marked his skin. “I just wanted to check on you.”

“How kind.” You didn’t bother hiding the annoyance you felt.

“Did I do something wrong?”

You snorted. “Why are you so hot and cold with me? One moment, you’re trying to get me into your bed, and the next, you’re ignoring me for weeks at a time. Why?”

“I have other responsibilities to attend to outside of our friendship.”

You knew those ‘responsibilities’ likely included time spent with Elain. But you didn’t voice that.

Azriel continued, “You know, you can come to me, too. It doesn’t always have to be me who initiates conversation.”

“You’re never around. You don’t tell me where you are, what you’re doing.”

“As I said, I have responsibilities,” Azriel said, before sitting on the bed beside you.

“That’s a piss-poor excuse,” you muttered, not daring to look him in the eye, despite the bond urging you to do so.

Azriel scoffed. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

At that, you whipped your head towards him. “I want my friend back. I want…” You stopped yourself before the next words could leave you.

You wanted him. Wanted—needed more than friendship. You needed your mate. But instead, you repeated, “I want my friend back.”

“You have me,” Azriel said, reaching a hand to cup your face.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he swiped his thumb over your cheekbone. Damn him.

Part of you wanted to protest—to push him away. But each time he touched you, it felt as though every broken piece of you was being put back into place.

“You have me,” Azriel murmured again, brushing his lips against your forehead. He placed a soft kiss to each of your cheeks before his lips melded to your own.

Elain’s flowery scent filled your nose once again, yanking you back into reality. You abruptly broke away from the kiss, rising to your feet.

“Y-You should leave,” you sputtered out, furiously readjusting your hair, your robe.

“Do you not want to…?” Azriel let the question hang as he too, stood from your bed.

“Are you serious?” You spat the question. The casualness in his words, his actions sent you into a white-hot, blind rage. “Not when I can smell Elain all over you.”

Azriel stiffened, but didn’t respond.

You laughed, but the sound was devoid of any humor. “I don’t know what I was even thinking.”

The bond. It had to be the bond, making you forget yourself with him. He still smelled like Elain, for fuck’s sake. For that alone, you would’ve sent lesser males running.

“It always comes back to Elain,” Azriel said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Shouldn’t it? How can you—do you even understand what you’re doing to me?”

Azriel looked taken aback. He opened and closed his mouth, coming short of a reply.

You debated simply kicking Azriel out of your room, and leaving it at that. But all the emotions of the last several weeks came bubbling to the surface, threatening to spill over. So you let the words fly out, consequences he damned.

“You are hurting me, Azriel. You—each time you come to me, only to turn around and go to Elain? That fucking hurts. It’s confusing, and I don’t deserve it.”

You loosed a breath, continuing, “I don’t know what you do with her. I don’t know what you feel for her. I don’t care anymore. Just leave me out of it, because it’s hurting me.”

You braced yourself. Braced yourself for a screaming match; an argument. Part of you thought that maybe he’d even laugh at you.

Instead, Azriel merely walked out of your room in silence.

That was far worse.

~~~~~~~~

“What’s got Azriel so pissed off?” Cassian asked you from where he stood on the balcony, nursing a mug of coffee.

“Y/n put him in his place last night,” Nesta interjected, her voice lined with amusement. “Poor Illyrian baby couldn’t take it.”

Cassian grinned. “Rhysie will have a field day when he hears about this.”

You rolled your eyes, staring down at the glass of water in your hands. “Yes, laugh at my turmoil,” you muttered sarcastically.

Nesta and Cassian shared a laugh at that, before the former patted your back comfortingly. “Don’t worry. We’ll go to Rita’s tonight and make you forget all about it.”

~~~~~~~~

Unfortunately, Nesta’s idea of “making you forget all about it” included her running off with Cassian into the bathroom after an entire thirty minutes at Rita’s, leaving you alone at your booth, stone-cold sober and mildly annoyed.

After another ten minutes of sitting alone like an outcast, you were prepared to call it quits.

That was, until Eris Vanserra slid into the seat across from you, two mixed drinks in hand.

“Y/n,” he greeted with a smirk, sliding you one of the drinks. “It’s been a while.”

“Not long enough,” you muttered as you took a large swig from your glass.

Eris chuckled, amusement lining his expression. “Always the charmer. How’ve you been?”

“I’m fine. What are you doing in Velaris?”

“Tsk. Not even going to ask how I’m doing?”

You stared.

Eris sighed dramatically, though you noticed his lips twitching up in a smile. “Alright. I’m here for a few days. Just visiting.”

“I highly doubt you’re ‘just visiting.’”

“Believe what you want.” Eris mused, leaning forward, resting his chin on his hands. He studied you for a moment, before adding, “You seemed a bit lonely. No males around to warm your bed?”

You took another gulp of your drink. “My bed is of no concern to you.”

Eris grinned, undeterred by your disinterest. “Come on. Loosen up. Play with me.”

Perhaps it was the alcohol kicking in a bit sooner than normal. Or perhaps it was your determination to get Azriel off of your mind. You didn’t particularly care to find out as you replied, “What do I get if I do?”

Eris’s grin became feline. “Whatever you want.”

~~~~~~~~

The first thing that greeted you when you awoke the next morning was a pounding headache. You were never drinking again.

Your grogginess quickly eddied into panic as you realized Eris was sleeping beside you. If you pulled away the blanket that covered the lower half of his form, you were almost certain he’d be—

“It’s not polite to stare,” Eris murmured tiredly, his abs rippling as he sat up in bed, the blanket that previously covered his form sliding away.

You quickly averted your gaze, and rose from the bed, throwing on the nearest piece of clothing.

“My shirt looks lovely on you,” Eris mused, still lounging on your bed as though he owned it.

Your cheeks flushed. You cleared you throat, attempting to find any amount of dignity within yourself as you said, “You should probably leave.”

Eris chuckled. “Don’t worry, I won’t overstay my welcome.” He stood from the bed, and dressed himself. You prepared to return his shirt, but he halted you. “It looks better on you. Keep it.”

You cursed yourself as your cheeks flushed an even deeper color.

“I have to return home this afternoon,” Eris explained as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “But if you ever want a repeat of last night…”

You gave him a pointed look. “Eris, as much as I enjoyed—“

“Oh, I know you enjoyed it. Multiple times. You were quite vocal in showing it.”

“As much as I enjoyed it,” you began again with slight annoyance, “I think it best that we don’t do this again.”

Eris shrugged, unfazed. “That’s fine. You were a lot of fun,” he replied as he prepared to leave your room. “For what it’s worth, though, you are…nice to be around.”

You supposed that was the closest you were getting to a compliment from him.

You opened your mouth to respond, but Eris left before you could.

~~~~~~~~

The coffee you drank was a welcome remedy for your headache. Tiredness still gnawed at you from where you sat at the dining table, allowing your thoughts to wander.

You didn’t particularly regret last night. Eris was…fun. A distraction, even. Perhaps you’d take him up on his offer, in the future.

“Next time you bring a male over, at least have the decency to sneak him out,” Azriel said from behind you, his face frozen with rage.

You laughed. Laughed, to your own surprise. “I dealt with centuries of you, Mor, and Cassian bringing people home. Cope.”

The finality in your tone seemed to piss Azriel off even more. “You even smell like him, for Cauldron’s sake.”

It was then that you realized you still wore Eris’s shirt. Again, you didn’t particularly care. “Good,” you spat out as you stood from your chair. “Maybe now you’ll know how I feel when you smell like Elain.”

“Did you fuck him?”

You weren’t sure why he asked. He already knew the answer.

“What does it matter?”

“Did you?”

“Did you fuck Elain?”

Azriel went silent.

“Allow me to make one thing clear, Azriel,” you started, taking a step closer to him. “I am not yours. You are not mine. What I do, with anyone, is none of your business. Just as what you do, is no concern of mine.”

You ignored the way the bond hammered against your chest in protest. The way you could feel his hurt surging through you like a tidal wave. Good. Let him feel what you’ve felt for months, now.

Azriel didn’t respond. Typical.

You started to leave, but Azriel’s next words had your breath catching short in your lungs.

“I know about the bond.”

You weren’t breathing. It felt as though the floor had been swept out from under you.

You turned back around, facing him. “What?”

“I’ve known for almost a year.”

A year. He’s known longer than you have.

You couldn’t bring yourself to form a proper response—you could hardly think over the roaring in your head.“Then why would you—Elain—what?”

Azriel took a step forward, to which you immediately stepped back.

Azriel began, “There is no excuse—“

“You’re right,” you sneered, “there is no excuse.”

“I’m sorry—“

“Save it.”

Azriel’s throat bobbed. He reached out a hand, as if to caress your face. “Y/n—“

“Do not presume to touch me. Ever again.”

You hurried out of the dining room before you could further register the anguish on Azriel’s face.

The bond made you feel it all, anyway.

~~~~~~~~

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devildomcuties · 3 months

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You did all of this for me? With mammon pretty please. Nsfw if you don’t mind

All For Me

pairing: mammon x f. reader

warnings: lingerie, sort of striptease?, oral sex

17. You did all of this for me?

"You did all this for me?" You ask in awe as you take in the candlelight room in your cabin deep in the forest of the devildom. It was the furthest Mammon could get you away from his meddling brothers.

"I had to eat some of Solomon's cooking to convince everyone you were going away for the weekend for some training," Mammon explains as he blushes when you turn to face him.

"Really?" You gasp, you couldn't imagine having to eat one of Solomon's creations willingly.

"I love ya, and stuff," Mammon shrugs. "I'd eat it every day if it meant I could keep you to myself, Treasure."

You smile as you take his hands in yours, squeezing them before you kiss him. You lead him to the bed covered in the petals of a snowflower, soft and cool to the touch.

Mammon continues to kiss you, moaning when you nip his bottom lip and wrap your legs around him to pull him close.

"You haven't even seen the lingerie I picked out for you," he pouts cutely before he reaches for the box wrapped with a neat bow. You giggle as you take the box from him, running to the bathroom to quickly change.

Mammon undresses and sits on the bed as the bathroom door opens and you appear in a tiny robe. You turn your back to him, giggling before you allow the robe to slip past your shoulders, bunching at your hips before it falls into a puddle of silk on the floor.

Mammon groans at the sight of your ass, his hand on his dick, palming his erection. He knew you'd look hot in the lingerie but seeing you in it nearly made his heart (and cock) explode.

You turn to face him, a shy smile on your lips as you walk toward him, pausing to unclip the tiny bra. The straps fall from your shoulders, and you hold the bra to your chest as Mammon nearly drools over himself. He strokes his cock languidly, eyes glue to your chest.

"Come on, Treasure. Don't tease me," he pleads as he eyes you hungrily. You laugh, releasing your hold on the bra. It falls uselessly to the floor and Mammon tugs you on top of him. His lips are on yours immediately, his greedy hands gripping your hips to guide you on him.

"Tease," he snarks as he kisses your shoulder, biting just hard enough to make your body thrum.

"Mammon!" his name escapes your lips so sweetly. He curses, knowing he's doomed to give in to your every demand. He is a fool for you, pliant to your every whim. He lives and breathes for you... and it should terrify him.

It doesn't.

Your hand replaces his on his cock. You slide past the waistband of his boxers, gripping him before spitting on the head. He curses your name, falling into the pillows as you get on your knees for him.

Mammon grabs your hair to keep it out of the way as you lick his length from base to tip. You tease him with your tongue, spitting on his balls just to lick it back up. He melts beneath you as you kiss the head before taking him further into your mouth.

Mammon is done with your teasing, he raises his hips and chuckles when you choke on his dick. He eases up after, smirking when you glare at him and smack his leg playfully. He knows how you like to take his cock, how you like to slobber on him until he's so drenched only a shower can help him feel clean again. He knows you love when he makes you choke and gag on his dick, only making you want to take more of him as you look him in the eyes.

When he smacks his cock on your cheeks and lips, it fuels a fire deep inside you. You want him. All of him.

You'd devour him easily if he asked.

Mammon tugs on your hair as you take him further, gagging as your eyes water and he sits heavily on your tongue before you slurp. Fuck, an hour into your private vacation and he was already about to bust. Eating Solomon's cooking was definitely worth it, especially later when he'd have you sit on his face.

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alien-magnolia · 3 months

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Ani. <3

Anakin skywalker (dom-coded) + fem!reader (sub-coded) use of the force in certain <3 ways, night terrors, hurt/comfort, angst, ani shows you his strength! (Size kink) soft and then rough -ish sex, crying, etc (daddy!issues, sorry I had to)

You wake up, shaking. You had that dream again. The one about how your father died. You missed him a lot, especially since he had passed away such a long time ago — for half your life, he was gone. You were lost when your father died. Did not know what to do with yourself. You got yourself in trouble with some slave traders on Tattooine — you were theirs for a week or so: until some Jedi saved you. That Jedi, just happened to be Anakin Skywalker, who then took you under his wing as his padawan. He knew you were force sensitive right away. He convinced the council to personally train you, himself.

Everything was fine, at first. He was greatly skilled, and you had much to learn from him. Yet you could tell that something was brewing between the two of you. The way his big eyes looked at you, sometimes you felt that when he sparred with you, he was noticing something else besides your technique with your lightsaber.

He revealed how he felt about you, eventually. He told you that you were the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, and that he couldn’t help but devote himself to you from the first moment that he saw you. This is why you were his padawan. Shortly after, you became his woman. After that, his wife. It was a secret marriage, of course, yet you still loved him all the same. You remembered your wedding on Endor, the forest moon shining over the two of you, how beautiful he looked all dressed in black. You felt like the two of you were the only humans in the galaxy. You loved how deeply he loved and cared for you.

Waking from this dream clearly upset you, and upset him therefore, too. Of course he would notice right away, he was extremely force sensitive, after all. His metal arm feels cool placed on your shoulder. “My love. Are you okay? I can sense fear in you.” “I had that dream again, Ani. It just hurts,” you tell him.

He knew that dream, all the same. You kept having the dream about how your father died, in an industrial accident on Tattooine — where you were raised. You were only a little girl then, but the pain you felt when you saw how mutilated his body was, was immeasurable. It traumatized you. You relived the moment a lot in your dreams. Your dad always loved you more than your mom — it’s just how it was. Ever since he passed, you couldn’t find anyone to replace his love and care for you. Until now.

“It’s just a dream, sweetheart. It’s in the past. I know you are hurt. Memories are only in your mind. They won’t come to reality. Trust me,” he says, his thumb caressing your cheek, his other hand rubbing circles on your back in an attempt to calm you down.

You stifle back a sob, he brings you in close to his chest, you listen to his heartbeat and it soothes you. You didn’t want to lose him like you lost your dad. You were so grateful to have someone care for you like that again, to feel special, to feel loved by your husband. It’s a feeling you wouldn’t trade for anything across the galaxy.

“Your heart rate is still high, my love. Why don’t you try and sleep, hmm?,” he gently chides at you, his big eyes looking down at you in his arms. Anakin was passionate. He loved deeply. Cared deeply.

“Can’t, Ani. Too tense,” you sigh. You told him that you’d maybe want to take a walk out on the balcony. “Dressed like this?,” he asks, fingers running over your silk nightgown. “Passerby’s might see you. Come. I have a better idea,” he kisses your temple, leads you by the waist back into your bedroom. He decorated the whole room with the moon and stars, things he knew that you loved.

“You are tense. Let me take care of you, sweetheart. Relax,” he softly commands you, and gently pushes you back onto the bed. He’s on top of you, his knee gently pressing into your core, as his hand pries your legs apart. “By the force. You’re so beautiful. My wife. Fuck,” he barely whispers, his thick fingers trail along the soft pillowy part of your thighs. His large hand comes up to cup your cheek, bringing you in for a hot kiss. His soft lips dance with yours, you feel his love through the force as his kiss deepens, you trace the nape of his neck, it’s so warm to the touch <3. He pulls away from you, his lips red and swollen from all the love he’s given you. “You’re an angel. Really,” he breathes, his hands now working to undo your silk nightgown. “Thank the force that you saved me from those slave traders, Ani,” you breathed back, your small hand reaching for his large Jedi robes. Your hand pulls away all of a sudden. A force trick. “I’m the one taking care of you, no? Hands to yourself, my love. Just rest.” You sigh, and lay your hands to your sides. “Eager, aren’t we? Patience, sweetheart. Patience,” he chides, those emotional eyes staring through you again, as he takes off his robes, his broad, muscular chest and metallic arm shining in the pale moonlight glow. He’s on top of you again, kissing every inch of your body, slowly, smirking as you get more and more flustered. He loves to toy with you ever so gently. He knew that when it came to him, patience was one thing you could not have. You wanted him immediately, and who was he to deny you what you want? He just always loved to stall a little.

His fingers harshly squeeze your breasts, you let out a squeal, and he chuckles, his soft lips coming up to bite the fabric of your bra, and his hands coming over to undo it. As soon as it was off, his mouth was latched onto your nipple, you could tell that he used the force to put as much of your breast into his mouth as he could fit. His hands firmly squeezed your hips as he brought you as close to him as possible. The sound of his plush lips suckling against your soft and sensitive tit were driving you up the wall.

“Ani. Ani. Want more. Please!,” you beg, as the pressure his mouth is putting on you making you wetter and wetter by the minute. You attempt to squeeze your legs together for a semblance of relief. You feel his hand stop you. “Angel. Don’t interrupt me until I get my fill, hmm?,” he paused for a second, gripping your cheek, his hand a little rougher this time. You started to cry, tears slowly dripping down your cheeks. “Aww. Is my girl upset?,” he taunts you, a somewhat sinister smile could be seen from his place in between your tits. “Hurts!,” you cry out, tears streaming down your face faster. You feel his length grow, harder, thicker, it was pressing into your thigh at this point. Your crying made him thirst for you even more.

He continues on your chest, your body now covered in red marks, wet with his spit. He moves down to your stomach, your hips, pausing to take his time there. He finally reaches your sopping cunt, pressing gentle kisses onto your hot core, pausing a minute just to breathe you in. His fingers wipe some of the tears off your face. “So cute when you’re upset. Want more?,” he asks. You nod, sniffling. Without a second doubt, he dives in, practically attached to your core, making a meal of it as he does. You squirm in an attempt to get away from his lips, but his strong hands hold down your thighs, he holds you down so much that you can barely move, his metal hand making painful indents in your thighs!!

You squeal and squirm beneath him, and he only emits that low, low chuckle that drives you insane, as he keeps his ministrations on your clit <3 harsher and harsher by the second, until you come on his face, covering his perfect cheeks, nose, in your cum.

“Fuck. Angel. So good. You taste as sweet as you look,” he patronizes you as he presses a wet kiss to your forehead. “Up, come on, now,” he chided at you, bringing you to your feet, he knew you could barely stand from what he already gave you, yet the man was not satisfied. He loved his wife too much, and he had to give every single inch and centimeter of her body <3 the love it deserved.

His hands grip your hips like a vice, pushing you against the wall, your body caged between his strong arms. “My wife,” he sighs, his metal hand feeling cool against your cheek as he grips your face gently, pulling you into the trap of his kisses. At this point, almost your entire body was covered in marks. His other hand trails down to cup and squeeze your wet cunt, and you almost stumble over from the pressure he’s putting on it.

“The force made you so strong, Ani,” you moan out, in between kisses. ”Haven’t seen it all yet, sweetheart,” he huffs, spinning you around so your chest is against the wall, faster than you can blink. You feel his hard and hot bulge press against you, his soft lips come up to press a few kisses on your ear, and he gives you a little bite there <3. “Ani!! More,” you whine, incredibly flustered from this act of dominance. His broad chest presses against your back, as you hear him shuffle and take off more of his clothes. “Stay there,” he commands, and then you feel his soft, leaning tip pass through your folds.

“Just want it in. Ani!,” you beg him. Suddenly you feel pressure on your neck. “Take what you’re given. Tired of your begging, angel,” he states, his face serious and stoic. “Okay, Ani,” you look at him in shock, more tears streaming down your face, taken aback yet satisfied with the show of power he just had over you. You liked it. He knew.

“That’s my good girl. So beautiful. Stay still now,” he brushes your cheek and turns your face around again. His chest against yours, arms holding your body, you feel him slide in, his cock girthy, throbbing. You loved his size. He was tall and it showed!!

You feel white hot pleasure, pressure building as he drives his cock into you, faster, faster, to the point where you start to see his hand make a crack in the wall you were pushed up against. You hear his grunts, getting louder by the minute, you feel him bury his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth biting down onto your shoulder. His heavy balls slap against your soft thighs <3

“Fuck. Angel. Have to. Ah,” — he grunt, and finishes in you. You smiled and squeezed your thighs as you felt his hot seed dripping around your walls. “There you go, beautiful. All better now, hmm?,” he turns you around, the both of you chuckling at the cracked wall behind you. “Yes, Ani. So much better. Thanks to you,” you reply, and wrap your arms around his neck, jumping up to him for a long, chaste, kiss. He returns the kiss gratefully, his big hands smoothing down your sweat covered hair.

“Come. Let me take you back to our room,” he offers, and as if you were as light as a feather, he carried you back to your shared bedroom, gently laying you down on the satin sheets. “Did you like it? I hope I wasn’t too rough,” he asks you, sheepishly rubbing his hand against the back of his head. “No, Ani. Was great. You always know how to make me feel so much better. So safe,” you confide in him, your hands holding his face, his hands holding yours, as the two of you lay wrapped in those silky, soft, sheets, under the soft glow of the moon.

“A man should protect his wife, my love. Make her feel safe, loved. Loved in every way,” he whispers to you. You felt as if you and him were the only ones on Coruscant. “You sure know how to do that, Ani. I haven’t had a man that made me feel so loved, ever since my father,” you sniffle. “I don’t care about anything else in this world, you know. Only you.” he brings you in for a long kiss, his hand lifting up your chin. “Come. Sleep now. I am sure you’ll have a good dream,” he moves both of your bodies onto the pillow, and you lay your head on his chest, breathing in his scent, deeply. You fall asleep on him in under a minute, and he looks at you in adoration as he falls into a deep sleep as well.

Author’s note: My first Anakin fic! I fell in love with the whole Star Wars series (but especially him <3, he’s soooo… ugh. I hope i got his personality down nicely. I was thinking of doing a sequel, or prequel to this, something either about how reader and Ani meet, or if they decide to start a family. I wish he had all this with Padme :( . Anyways! Enjoy fellow Ani lovers <3, and comments and reblogs are always welcome!! Don’t we all want a man like him.

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bonkwrites · 2 years

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like a princess

Shouta Aizawa x afab!reader

Warnings: dirty talk, afab!reader, PIV sex, fluffy smut, bondage, like two spanks, begging, pleading, crying, name calling (Sir and baby),

Aizawa is a respectful man. He's never treated you poorly, raised a hand at you (even jokingly), and has always treated you like a princess. He's all gentle touch.. calm, tired voice.. and warm, soft skin..

But sometimes, you want more. Don't get it twisted, Aizawa fills the role of husband better than any man ever could and you're not thinking about cheating! All you want is for him to get a little… rough in bed. You were both virgins when you met and you've explored sex together as partners ever since. You've both discovered the things you like, the things you don't like, together.

All of it changed with a book. A stupid, erotic romance novel involving a dominant man and a submissive woman. It was a throw-away, there was barely any plot, but the sex scenes were graphic, detailed, and you were engrossed in the book because of them. You’d never really thought about.. anything like that. Shouta had read the book over your shoulder one night, plucked it out of your hands, and pulled you right along to the bedroom.

He made you tell him everything that you read, everything that you liked, and when you were done he bent you over the edge of the bed and made you scream. It was the only time he was ever rough with you since you’ve been together and you’re addicted.

That's how you ended up where you are now, the end of Aizawa's scarf in his hand, the remaining length of it wrapped around your arms behind your back. You're kneeling on the bed, naked, chest pushed forward, skin prickling with desire. You'd give anything to have his hands, his mouth, any party of him, on you right now.

"T-Touch me?" You ask, eyes flicking from his hand gripping the scarf to his face. His eyes are sharp, dark, and the lust in them makes you squirm.

"When you earn it." He's got this horribly smug smirk on his face that makes you wetter. Your husband is so hot, you don't have to be reminded of that, but this scenario, giving him control of your body like this, has made him impossibly hotter.

"Please," you beg, thighs squirming, "Sh-Shouta, I need you."

"Do you?" He asks. He flicks his wrist and you spin, thrown off balance and falling. Your chest hits the bed and you throw your head to the side to avoid breaking your nose at the last second with a gasp.

The control he has over that scarf is impressive. You struggle, hands and arms pushing against the fabric. You're turned around and when you shuffle up on your knees you realize you've given him the best view of your pussy you could ever imagine. Shouta groans, his free hand reaching out to grope your ass and thighs.

"This is so much hotter than I thought it would be," he admits, voice low with arousal. You nod and agree in a whimper consumed by the sheets.

The soft, silk sheets of the bed you share with him. You're gonna have to replace them, you'll never be able to look at them the same. Shouta's hand leaves your skin and then comes back down with a crack of skin on skin. You gasp, body shaking forward, and then press your hips back again. He brings his hand down again and the sting makes your head spin. You whimper please, please, into the sheets when he brings down the third. The fourth has you moaning and attempting to grind your hips back.

“Please what, sweetheart? Hmm?” he soothes his handprints with soft, kneading fingers. You feel the mattress dip and it’s only when you feel the skin of his thighs against yours that you realize he’s behind you. He twists his wrist, the slack of the scarf tightened.

“W-Want you,” you beg, “need you, baby,”

You push your hips back and the tension leaves your skin when you grind against his bulge in his boxers. You keep going, thinking that if he wanted you to stop he’d tell you, and you think that you could cum like this. You’ve been thinking about this for so long, had this little fantasy tucked away for so long, and now you’re about to cum like a horny teenager by humping him like a fucking dog.

It feels dirty, especially when his hand finds your hips and pulls you back against him. You try to spread your legs wider, arch your back deeper, but the hold the scarf has on your arms is misleadingly tight. It gives you barely any room to move. You might be getting yourself off on him but he’s got all the control.

“That feel good, baby?” Shouta asks. You whimper, nodding, hips moving faster.

“P-Please, I just, I c-can’t take it-” you feel like you’re going to explode, like your heart is going to give out.

“You’ll take what I give you,” he commands it of you, he stops your rutting hips with one hand. You sob, clenching around nothing, losing all thought process fast.

“Please!” you cry out, “Sh-Shouta-”

“Sir.” he corrects and oh, oh my god, how are you going to survive this? He wants you to call him Sir.

“Sir,” you beg, “Please fuck me, please, I need it, sir, I can’t-” Shouta’s thumb touches your clit and you moan, eyes rolling back, shaking all over. He’s got you so pent up you can barely breath, can barely think.

“Can’t what?” your reply is muffled by the sheets. Shouta’s thumb leaves your clit to allow him to wind back and give you another handprint. You cry out, the sudden pain unexpected.

“What can’t you do, baby? Answer me.”

“I can’t take this," your voice shakes, "Please, sir,"

He leans over you and releases your hip with a warning of stay still growled into your ear. You nod, whimpering, and Aizawa lets go of the fabric to get off the bed. You try to take deep breaths, try to calm your heartbeat and your racing mind. It doesn’t work. You’re aching for him, no amount of deep breathing is going to change that.

You shiver when you feel his hands touch your shoulders. There's barely a tug on the scarf before it comes undone. You feel it slide over your skin, off of your wrists and arms. Confused, you shift your weight to look up at him. God, what a sight. He’s holding the scarf, his boxers are gone, and you have the urge to put your mouth on his cock.

"Wh-What-" you stutter as his hands trail over your skin.

"I want to see you while I fuck you," he cuts you off quickly, already knowing what your about to ask, and a shock of arousal strikes through you at the image your brain conjures up.

"M-kay," you mumble as you turn over. He leans down to kiss you when you get to your back. You’re lost in him in seconds, his lips are soft, his hands are rough, and his hair is falling over your cheek.

Those rough hands wander over your cheeks, your shoulders, and they play with your nipples, twisting and tugging. You jolt, back arching, whimpering into his mouth. He pulls back, breathing hard and smirking. He loves this, loves every second of having you under his control.

"Hands above your head, baby." You blink stupidly at him for a second before you do as he says.

"Y-Yes, sir," you lift your arms above your head and shuffle your shoulders to get comfortable. He secures your wrists to the headboard, tied together, and then he’s back between your legs. He adjusts you, big hands moving your thighs and your hips around.

You can feel him, hard and heavy and pressing against your thigh. He puts one leg on his shoulder and you squirm, body thumping with your heartbeat. His eyes are heavy lidded, clouded, and you have to look away to save yourself from the fire it ignites in you. He takes himself in hand and guides himself until his head is pushed up against your hole. You shiver and gasp.

“S-Sir,” you sob, whining, “Please, puh-”

You’re cut off by your own moans when he pushes his hips forward and slides himself in. He takes it slow, so slow, savoring the way you feel around him with his head tilted back. You struggle against the fabric, wanting to touch him, grab him, pull him down over you and rake your nails down his back. His eyes open, looking down at you, devastatingly handsome.

“Struggling already, sweetheart?” he asks, hands curving up your sides to tug and pinch your nipples. You cry out, clenching around him.

He grips the bottoms of your ribcage for leverage as he pulls his hips back and snaps them forward. You can’t stop the sounds that come out of your mouth as he fucks you, you never could. Shouta knows how to make you scream for him, how to fuck you so good you forget your own name.

“That’s it, baby, fucking take it,” he growls, one hand leaving your side to grip your thigh, “it’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?”

You nod frantically, trying desperately to fuck yourself down on him. You want to cum like this, tied down and pinned under your husband, being used by him.

“Sh-Shouta-” you’re cut off when he goes still inside you, confusion taking hold of you for a second as he leans over you and reaches for your bedside table. Did the condom break? Your head is spinning.

“Close your eyes,” he commands, you follow his order quickly and feel him start to fuck you again, one hand gripping your hip to pin you down. Something cold, hard, plastic presses against your hip and you whine.

“W-What are you- Sir!” you sob out his name among a string of incoherent syllables as he turns your vibrator on and presses it right to your clit. Shouta moans too, fucking you harder.

“F-Fuck, sweetheart, I can feel you twitching,” he moans. His fingers dig into your thighs, his hips rough. You tug on the binds, struggling, wanting more or wanting to stop you aren’t sure.

“I-I-” you want to tell him it’s too much, you can’t take it, you’re gonna shatter into a million pieces if he keeps fucking you like this. Shouta fucks you right into your orgasm, watching you shake and fall apart beneath him with that smirk still on his face.

“Fuuuck, baby,” he groans, pulling you down onto his cock roughly and burying himself inside of you. He pants, the same as you, as he comes down. You take deep breaths, trying to calm your beating heart.

He pulls out, discards the condom, and then he comes back to you. He pulls the scarf free, throws it to the floor, and lays down with you to rub your wrists and kiss your hands. You’re sore, boneless, and you let yourself fall to a calm in his arms. He runs a hand over your hair, whispers praise, and you can’t help the way your eyes drift close. He takes such good care of you all the time, respects you and loves you, how did you get so lucky?

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xzaddyzanakinx · 10 months

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All Better

Warnings: Dom Anakin, Throat/Face fucking, mind probing, inappropriate use of the Force, exhibition

Info: Unburned Vader, helmet/no helmet, Ani is kinda mean but only cause he’s worried </3

“Where are you?” Anakin’s voice echoed through your shared chambers.

You scrambled up from your velvety chaise lounge nestled in the corner of your personal reading room. Anakin rarely came home with such malice in his tone, and if he was asking for you the moment he returned… you were either the cause of his anger or you were the answer to it. You quickly left the room after sliding into your house slippers and straightening up your dress.

“Here!” You smiled, rushing to where he stood in the living room.

The second he saw you his helmet came off, hissing as he unlocked it. A scowl twisted his handsome features, lips curled in a snarl. His mechna-hand clutching his helmet as he lifted his arm to address you.

“What is this business about your personal ship?” He growled, “you think you can leave without telling me?”

Shit.

“No! Ani, no.” You rushed to put your hands on his broad chest, an attempt at calming him.

“Ani, you-I just-“ you sighed, looking into his narrowed eyes. “You’ve been so busy and-“

“And what? You decide to jettison off to Force knows where with that little rat of a handmaid you keep?” He spit, cutting you off.

You could almost feel the heat radiating from his anger flushed cheeks, his brows pointed downwards in a way he usually reserved for scolding subordinates.

“Anakin!” You smacked his shoulder, trying to get him to focus. “If you’d just let me explain-“

“Explain? I don’t need an explanation.” He growled, using his helmet to push you away from his chest. “I need an apology.”

“But I-“ you felt the muscles in your throat constricting, if you didn’t know better you would roll your eyes at his dramatics.

His flesh hand out and raised in your direction as he squeezed your neck through the force. His helmet flying into the wall beside him with such strength that he dented the durasteel. An unwanted addition to the mural you’d worked diligently on while he was away on a past mission.

“Hey! Watch-“ you coughed, his grip tighter around your throat.

“You dare to test me during a time like this?” He laughed coldly.

His flesh hand fell to his side though the hold on your neck stayed tight, he approached you at a snails pace. With his hands folded behind his back he lowered you to your knees with a quick nod of his head, the breath left your lungs in a grunt on impact. As you winced from the sharp pain in your knees a sick smile formed on his soft lips.

“Ah“ step, “pol”, step, “ah” step, “gy”.

Your jaw dropped with the weight of an invisible hand digging into your chin. You squirmed below him, feeling your head tilt upward against your will. You watched helplessly as he shed his robes, antagonizing you with a nudge to part your legs with each item he removed.

He stood before you now, naked. His muscles tense and bulging in his anger, his stomach purposefully clenched tight to make his tick cock stand tall and proud. Despite his behavior, a look of compassion crossed his eyes. A clear sign for you to deny him of this if you wished, his force hold on your chin loosening enough that you could utter the safe word if needed.

A sinister grin replaced any sign of mercy when you ignored his question, submitting to him as wanted. He closed the distance between you, dragging you across the floor by your hair gripping in his mechna-hand until you were face to face with his throbbing cock. Your dress dug in at your shoulders having been pulled down under the weight of your body as he moved you. Your breasts threatening to spill out, Anakin noticed your discomfort and so graciously lessened the burden for you. Ripping the silk straps that bore into your soft skin with one finger of his mechna-hand, allowing the loose fabric of the dress to pool around your hips.

“There, all better.” He cooed, smoothing your hair into a makeshift ponytail, securing you into position with the grip of his flesh hand.

Having wasted enough time looking at the drool dripping from your eager mouth he demanded you stick out your tongue, of course you obliged. Feeling the heady weight of his length slapping your tongue. Slowly he entered your mouth, he was in no mood for mercy today, going straight down your throat with no chance to adjust.

You gagged loudly, eyes watering when the tip brushed your uvula. The only sign that Anakin gave you to acknowledge your plight was a pleased groan. He wasn’t going to fuck your face today, no, he was going to use your mouth to fuck himself. He stood still, his hand gripping the back of your head while his mechna-hand rested lovingly in the crook of your neck, thumb brushing gently across your throat. Not to soothe you of course, but instead to feel his own cock bulging your throat.

He moved your head at a ridiculous pace, snot and tears rolling down your chin to mix with the saliva dripping down his balls. He allowed you the use of your hands, so you braced yourself against his muscular thighs. Digging in your fingernails to punish him right back though it was in vain, as your nails scraped at his hairy skin he hissed and you felt his cock twitch against your tongue.

He was enjoying it, that fucking bastard.

Just as the thought crossed your mind he forced your nose into the curls at the base of his thick girth, rolling your head so he could rock into your mouth. Effectively suffocating you, his musky scent numbing your mind.

“Don’t you curse at me.” He growled.

Your eyes shot open, how had you not realized he was picking through your thoughts?

“It’s easy when you’re cockdrunk.” You heard echoing through your skull, the vibration that came along with speaking via the force sent a tingle down your spine.

“Let’s see.” He hummed, resuming the forceful back and forth motion of your head.

“Boring.” He grunted, “stupid, stupid, boring, stupid.”

He was flicking through your memories of the past few days you’d spent alone while he was gone off to destroy something or kill someone, you rolled your eyes when you heard ‘first one’ echo in your brain. A swift thrust upward correcting your small symbol of annoyance and replacing it with a pained gag.

“There we go.” He sighed, a mixture of pleasure and intrigue at finding what he was looking for.

“How sweet.” He cooed, his mechna-hand stroking your cheek. “A gift for me?”

“What is it?” He asked, looking down at you like he expected you to answer him.

So you did, or at least you tried. Choking out incoherent noises in response to him, which he gladly pretended to understand, a wicked smirk curling his lip.

“Good. Very thoughtful.” He grunted, his movements of your head stilling in favor of thrusting into your mouth. Holding you firmly in place with both hands laced together at the back of your neck.

“You know what else is thoughtful?” A rhetorical question posed through gritted teeth.

“Getting permission,” he moaned, watching your eyebrows furrow, “from your husband to leave home.”

You tried to protest, tapping his leg, attempting to reach out through your force bond that was still established, still connecting him to your mind, but he blocked it. Tutting in disapproval.

“No excuses love, you know the rules.” He smiled softly, thumbing both cheeks as they hollowed out around his length.

“I only want to keep you safe!” He growled, soft smile gone, “the rules are there for a reason.” He reminded you.

“Imagine my fear when I saw your ship’s signature leaving the Death Star without prior approval. I was two systems away and you left your commlink behind.” He forcefully thrusted into your mouth, getting sloppier by the second.

“Threepio,” he scowled, “answered my ping. Think of how scary that was for me! You didn’t even bring your droid!”

His voice wavered, as if he was actually upset, on the verge of tears. But you couldn’t see, not through your own blurry eyes. His breathing ragged and uneven a hint at his true emotions.

“Threepio!” He shouted, great he was summoning him. Wonderful.

“Master Ani! You’ve returned.” You heard him answer, the sound of mechanical shuffling nearing you.

You’d never been so thankful for your well furnished living room, the sight of you half naked and disheveled was hidden from his poor innocent eyes. Though he was unfortunately privy to Anakin’s sweaty torso and the rapid thrusting he was doing.

“Oh my.” Threepio muttered, turning around, “what could you possibly need right now.”

“Tell her how terrified I was.” He demanded.

“Master Ani-“ he started.

“Tell her!” He shouted.

“Oh alright.” He huffed, you could barely hear him over the slurping wet noises your mouth was producing. He cleared his throat loudly, probably hoping Anakin would stop.

“Sorry to interrupt you Miss, but Master Anakin is quite right. He was distraught over your leave of absence unattended, as was I. I was unaware of your departure!” He responded, quickly shuffling away.

“Don’t worry, I’ll have your data from today wiped.” Anakin grunted, shouting after him.

“Oh thank the Maker.�� You heard C-3PO mutter as he locked himself in a room down the hall.

“See?” Anakin asked, his thrusts slowing, “I was distraught.”

His words were meant to sound condescending, but failed miserably, he really was upset. A tinge of guilt flooded through you as you wiped at your eyes.

“I was so scared.” He whispered, moaning loudly after uttering the words. “Scared you’d been taken!”

His voice was broken, the shattered pieces piercing your heart. Anakin could feel your guilt, your self loathing for upsetting him through the Force bond. He whimpered lowly, hips becoming flush with your raw lips.

“D-don’t” his body shuddered as he doubled over, hot ropes of cum sliding down your abused throat, “don’t you ever do that to me again.”

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