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thollandneedy · 3 months ago

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Masked- Peter Parker

A/N: Since y'all enjoyed so much the Ned's sister prompt... (last halloween themed fic btw)

Summary: Peter hooks up with someone on a Halloween party, but he didn't know that it was Ned's sister

Warnings: Language, teasing, mentions of alcohol, sexual content (p in v; fem!receiving, and praise kink)

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The sound of classic Halloween songs blared from the speakers scattered around Ned's house, while the wind blew the orange leaves into his yard. The boy in the Zorro costume cursed to himself every time he saw the leaves falling, as it would be another chore to do the next morning, since his parents were out of the house. With hurried steps, he ran to the door to open it for the guests of his not-so-secret party (since his younger sister had told the whole school that there would be a party at her house on the thirty-first).

Unlike Ned, Y/n was considered popular in Midtown because of her charisma and, above all, her beauty. Like her brother, she had inherited good genes and had a mental capacity to envy. The girl was only a year younger than Ned, and yet he made a point of treating her like a child. After many fights and discussions to find a theme that met his sister's “aesthetic pinterest” requirements, Ned agreed to have a masquerade costume party where everyone had to wear personalized masks for their characters to “encourage creativity” in his words.

Although it wasn't much talked about, everyone knew that Ned and his family were well-off, and that consequently their house was big enough to easily house more than 100 people without them all bumping into each other. Ned looks back one more time before opening the door, already leaving a jar of sweets at the entrance for the guests to pick up as soon as they arrive at the house. The dark-haired man opens the door, only to find Peter standing there, while other cars are already parking so as not to have any problems, but late in the day with a lack of space on the street.

“What's up, man?” Ned smiles when he finds his best friend, Peter Parker, dressed as the Phantom of the Opera. “I liked the costume, but I thought you'd come as Zorro with me.”

Peter wasn't one to talk about liking musicals, but one of the few ones he really admired was “The Phantom of the Opera”, which became one of his secret passions after his aunt took him to see it on Broadway a few years ago. Parker didn't have his face completely hidden as it should have been, but it was what he had for that day, and he was going to use that to his advantage rather than spend more time making an artwork that would probably look terrible.

“That one was on sale.” The student says quietly, then laughs and enters the house as soon as the door closes behind him.

The house was decorated with mainly purple and blue neon lights, while the windows bore handprints smeared with fake blood. On some walls you could see some mystical beings pasted on, while some projected ghosts were flying over the kitchen ceiling. Cobwebs were used on furniture, themed food was displayed on the kitchen worktop, and the rest of the decoration was based on cushions, candles and decorative utensils.

“Let me think about who did all the decorating.” Peter looks around, admiring Ned's sister's creativity.

“Don't even tell me about it.” Ned rolls his eyes. “I told Y/n to keep it simple, but you know how she is about parties. It always has to be her way, or she'll freak out.” Ned comments, taking a seat among the decorative pumpkin cushions in the living room.

The sound of the doorbell ringing catches the boys' attention, while Leeds spares no effort to call out his sister's name so that she can welcome the guests. The girl doesn't answer, causing her older brother to curse to himself and shout once more:

“Y/N. COME DOWN HERE AND WELCOME THE GUESTS ALREADY.”

“I'M FINISHING MY HAIR, YOU SELFISH PRICK. I DON'T HURRY YOU WHEN YOU'RE TAKING TOO LONG TO GET READY TO GO OUT WITH BETTY” The girl shouts, opening the door to her room and then slamming it shut.

“Son of a bitch.” Ned puts one of his hands to his face, getting up from the sofa to greet his sister's guests, while Peter reacts with a low laugh. “Make yourself at home, Pete. My sister will be down soon, and you talk to her.”

(...)

The sound of the conversations seemed to overpower the loud music, and apparently Y/n's idea was working. The girl had the masks in mind so that there would be no differentiation between groups of friends, allowing everyone to express themselves as they saw fit, and to be able to talk to people outside their group of friends without feeling threatened. Y/n was sitting at the kitchen table, her two hands resting on the side of her body as she chatted with some friends. Her white dress hugged her hips, while her loose hair only enhanced her beauty.

From afar, it was possible to see the house full. Some were in the living room playing “Just Dance”, while others were in the kitchen drinking and some in the games room using the pool table for their drinks bets. Fortunately, it wasn't as rowdy as university parties, but Ned was certainly a lot more worried about someone using his motel room. The student was sitting in the living room, watching his colleagues from the robotics class sweating in their costumes as they danced to 'Timber', and doing extremely badly. Peter, on the other hand, was chatting to some girls in his class.

Peter Parker never stopped being a nerd, but he also never stopped being extremely attractive. Many girls liked Peter, while the boys didn't know whether to try to befriend Parker in order to benefit from the girls, or just swear at him so that he would lose their confidence.

“I didn't know you were in a couple.” One of the girls dressed as Doroty commented to the brunette.

“I'm not.” Peter commented, grimacing and looking around in search of a twin of his costume.

“That girl is wearing the Christine Daaé costume,” another girl pointed out, causing the brunette to turn quickly to face her.

She was beautiful, delicate and her eyes were mesmerizing. Her legs were exposed, while her feet wore low heels in the same pearly color as her dress. The girl also had little sparkly star-shaped clips in her curly babylined hair. Her mask was white with lace around it, making her eyes stand out even more

It was sexy, tempting, intriguing.

“Do you know who it is? Her mask doesn't let me identify who it is.” The brunette commented, still watching the girl who was laughing at other people's conversations with her apparent friends.

“Go and ask.” The other girl dressed as Glinda comments, watching as Peter says goodbye and heads in the direction of his character's romantic partner.

Peter approaches with slow steps, adjusting his mask and cape, trying not to look strange as he approaches her, but before he can say anything, the girl calls out to him with a smile on her face, waving one of her hands at him.

“Hi, Peter.” The girl calls out.

“Hi.” He replies awkwardly. “I like your costume.” He points to the white dress, along with the corset that makes her breasts look higher.

“And I like yours.” She replied, realizing that he hadn't recognized her.

Y/n was no different from her classmates, and the other girls in the other classes. Y/n would never tell her brother about the little crush she had on her brother's best friend, but she always watched from afar. Taking advantage of the fact that she was wearing a mask, she thought she could use this to her advantage. Because if he didn't recognize her, maybe she could try something more like the way she daydreamed when she had her imaginary scenarios before bed. She was his best friend's sister, and if he knew that, he would never try anything.

“Are you friends with Ned's sister?” The girl asked, getting off the workbench and approaching the brunette, who came closer to her ear so she could speak.

“I know her, but I don't talk to her that much. Whenever I come here to study with Ned or play video games, she's doing something. Or at school in the drama club, or book club, or at the mall with her friends, or even sleeping in her four-poster. Anyway, it's very difficult for us to meet other than at school.” The boy says loudly into the girl's ear, who agrees with a smile on her face as she feels him close to her.

“Have you and Ned been friends for a long time?” The girl stands on her tiptoes to comment in the costume designer's ear.

“We have been for quite a while, actually. Since they were 12, and you? Are you friends with his sister?” Peter asks, leaving Y/n against the wall at his question.

She didn't want to lie to Peter, because if he found out about this little lie, he might look at her with different eyes. The girl just nodded, turning quickly to the side, where some drinks were positioned on the counter decorated with cobwebs and toy spiders. The girl faced the table, picked up a red cup, and looked at Peter as if to ask if he wanted a drink. Peter doesn't usually drink, but he would, just to be able to keep up with the mysterious girl.

“What do you recommend?” He moves closer, standing with his shoulders side by side with hers.

“What do you like?” The girl asks, opening the clear bottle of vodka.

“Girls dressed as Christine Daaé.” He tucks a piece of Y/n's loose hair behind her ear, causing the girl to let out a low laugh and nod. “And you?”

Y/n stares at him, making a point of penetrating him with her eyes, as if he could be restrained alive by intention alone. The younger girl approaches, raising her head to answer him as he narrows his gaze:

“Boys with attitude… and tequila sunrise” Y/n comments, drawing a silly laugh from Peter.

At that moment, not even the people passing by could make the tension disappear from the air, and only those who could feel the heat of desire take over their bodies were attracted. Peter wasn't the type to do things quickly, as he liked to pay attention to detail, but it was a party and not a play for him to declare himself. The girl looked at the table with several bottles on it, stared at them for a few seconds, and then turned her gaze to Peter once more, waiting for him to do something other than talk. Fortunately, the brunette slid one of his fingers down the younger girl's exposed arm, reaching her free hand and saying:

“Do you want to go somewhere else?”

(...)

The music and side conversations were no longer loud, and there was a certain peace wherever they were going. Y/n had her hands intertwined with Peter's, guiding him into a room that was being used as an office. It was large, with dark wooden shelves and a glass table in the center behind a large window that mirrored the moonlight. Y/n and Ned's parents were realtors in New York, but the bad part was that they also owned an agency, which meant that every month they had to travel out of state to resolve or improve an issue in the company.

Y/n closed the white door behind her, allowing Peter to step away from her and look at the books on the shelves, and some paintings too. Y/n was easily charmed by Peter's knowledge, as he was good at everything he did and knew a bit about everything. The brunette gently touched the base of the books, pulling them out to read their titles. The girl didn't hurry, she just followed him, putting her hands on his shoulders and kissing his neck without pulling him away, but Peter wasn't there to look at books.

The boy turned to the clean, innocent image that Y/n was passing by, putting his hands on her waist and finally pressing his lips to hers. The kiss began slowly, increasing in intensity as their tongues caught fire and their hands roamed their bodies. Parker moaned softly against the younger girl's lips, holding onto her waist tighter and tighter, waiting for the slightest sign that he could lose himself completely in the mysterious girl's body. Y/n, for his part, ran his nails down the buttons of his white shirt, slowly unbuttoning them.

And that was the last straw

“Can I touch you?” Peter asked breathlessly.

“Please.” Y/n asked in a low grunt, causing the boy to hold her in his lap, placing her on the glass table.

Peter put his weight on Y/n, lifting the rest of the dress that fell down her legs, to finally reach her smooth thighs. The girl tilted her head back, as if asking him to go deeper. Peter could feel his pants getting tighter and tighter, while his fingers seemed to search for a treasure in the middle of Y/n's legs, leaving him completely kneeling for her. He quickly removed his mask, throwing it on the floor and enjoying the wet core that was already waiting for him. Peter held Y/n's thighs tightly, pulling her closer to his mouth, which couldn't seem to take the pleasure. His tongue slid between her clitoris and her entrance, painting her orgasm in an explosion of guarded feelings. The girl held tightly to Parker's hair, which was now messy.

“Fuck, you taste amazing,” Peter said against her wet pussy.

“Keep going, please.” The girl pleaded desperately, having her request granted as soon as she felt the student's tongue enter her pussy. “That's fucking it!”

Peter stood up, noticing that Y/n's legs already seemed to be shaking. In a moment of anguish and desire, he held her from behind, allowing her to taste him. They both moaned in satisfaction, allowing the younger girl to touch Peter's penis, which marked his pants. Y/n bent down, trying to unbutton Peter's pants, quickly unzipping them and placing the black fabric on the floor. When the girl tried to put her feet on the carpet and kneel down, Peter stopped her with a kiss and denied her with his head, saying:

“I want you.” He said with swollen lips. “Do you want me?”

Y/n doesn't respond, but his body does. His hair stood on end, and his legs spread wider so that he could fit in. Quickly taking off his underpants and throwing them to a forgotten side of the room, Peter pumped his penis a few times, and you could see the glow that his tip exuded from his over-excitement. The brunette kept his hands strong, biting his lip to control the loud moans that begged to come out. Y/n just watched, putting her hands behind her corset to untie her belly, which was compressed by the garment. They both stared at each other for a moment, appreciating their bodies from top to bottom, exuding their desire through their sin-subdued gazes.

“Shit. The condom is in my wallet pocket that was left in the car.” Peter remembers, cursing under his breath for having forgotten the fact.

“I take birth control. It's fine.” She says, knowing that Peter would be trustworthy enough to use the privilege of using a contraceptive.

“Really?” Parker questions her to make sure of what she was saying.

“Yes.” She shakes her head energetically.

Peter moves closer to Y/n, already feeling that his legs would collapse just from her touch. Y/n bites her lower lip at the image of the boy entering her sensitive spot, absorbing all of her thickness to the point where the girl in the white dress puts her own hand over her mouth to cover the loud moan that escapes her pink lips. Peter holds her by the waist, while the girl's body is practically leaning over the table, giving the brunette room to reach the bottom of the woman's pussy. They can both feel their sweaty skins coming into contact, and the sound of them slapping together as the movement increases.

“Peter.” The girl moans.

“Do you like it? Tell me how you like it.” The brunette asked, furrowing his brows as he moaned lowly, waiting for an answer.

“I've wanted you for so long. You have no idea.” Y/n moans louder, feeling the tip of Peter's penis hit her G-spot.

“We should have done this before then, princess. You fit me so well.” He grunts, increasing his speed and feeling his legs tremble with each thrust.

“You wouldn't notice me.” She comments impatiently and slyly.

“It's impossible for me not to notice someone like you, angel.” He stretches his hand out to one of the woman's breasts, making her place one of her hands on top of his, indirectly asking him to squeeze them. “I'm going to come like this, princess.”

“Me too. Please don't stop.”

Y/n moved her hips, searching for more pleasure, following the movements of the older man who, in a few seconds, hugged her tightly, putting his member in much deeper than before, ejaculating his hot liquid at the same time as his partner dug her pink nails into his shirt, screaming into his shoulder with her legs wrapped around his hips. Their legs tremble and their mouths return to a calm, wet kiss, catching their breath and slowly pulling their faces apart until their eyes penetrate each other once more, even interpreted in such a dirty way that it could be considered a crime.

“Are you all right?” Peter asks, running one of his hands through Y/n's messy hair.

“Yeah, and you?“ Y/n asks.”Shit, my friends must be looking for me.”

“Sure, mine too.” Peter agrees, slowly withdrawing his member from Y/n's vagina, and looking for the rest of her clothes while the girl re-ties her corset. “I still don't know your name.” Peter comments.

“And would it be important to know?” Y/n smiles softly, watching him only in the moonlight.

“Not really.” Peter comments, finishing putting on his pants, which were lying on the floor. “I wasn't surprised you chose Phantom of the Opera, by the way.” Peter commented, pointing with his chin at the girl's outfit that had come down from the table.

“And why not?” Y/n fixes her hair, tilting her head to one side as soon as Peter asks.

“Because I was the one who left the flowers in your dressing room after you finished your performance, Y/n. By the way, great idea to reuse the costume. You look hot in it.” Peter buttons up his white blouse.

Y/n stops for a second, realizing that she wasn't as cunning as she thought she was. The girl opens her mouth to try to say something, but realizes it was all a game. Peter walks over to her, finishing buttoning his last button. The brunette bends down to pick up his mask and then puts it on, still watching Y/n's perplexed face.

“Why didn't you tell me you knew who I was?”

“Isn't that what masks were for?” Peter gives a sideways smile, kissing the top of Y/n's head gently.

The boy turns around, opening the door and leaving the room.

“ Motherfucker” Y/n curses him, smiling at his incredulity.

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sugawarassoulmate · 2 years ago

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someone else tries to get with them

feat: bully!osamu, best friend!iwa, and rich bf!sakusa inspired by

part 2

cw: fem!reader

bully!osamu

you wanted to be anywhere but here right now, listening to this girl act as if she was your friend. you'd much rather be home, or at work, or at the library—quite literally anywhere but in front of this person you barely knew.

"i just think that osamu is a bit more extroverted and you might be too shy for him!" she said in a shrill, condescending voice. "he's always going to all these parties and i always see him talking to people...maybe he should date someone that's a more like him, you know?"

she must not know osamu all that well. he only goes to those parties because his brother or one of his friends drags him there and he spends the entire night blowing up your phone. as for talking to people, osamu can barely remember the name of his own lab partner, so it wouldn't surprise you if he got into meaningless conversations with people just to pass the time.

but on the surface, it looks as if one of the most popular guys on campus decided to date his weird, quiet childhood best friend and some people appeared to have a problem with that.

you tried to walk away from the conversation but the girl was persistent, not letting you leave until you vowed to leave osamu alone.

"don't you think it's selfish to stay with him when the two of you are so different?"

before you could respond—what you were going to say, you still had no idea—you were yanked into a solid figure, one you immediately recognized as your boyfriend already huffing in annoyance.

"been lookin' everywhere fer ya, jesus christ," he chastises, planting a quick kiss on the side of your head. "c'mon, let's go home—"

"samu! hiiii, i was actually just talking about y—"

osamu doesn't pay the girl any mind, rolling his eyes as he continues talking to you. "who the fuck is that? this is why i can't leave ya alone, babe. yer always talkin' to weirdos, let's go."

osamu pulls you away to talk about plans for dinner, leaving the strange girl dumbfounded by what she just witnessed.

best friend!iwa

"do you know if iwaizumi is seeing anyone?" the girl asked as she approached you on campus. it wasn't uncommon for random girls to come out of the woodwork to ask you about your best friend—he's a sweet, respectful, incredibly handsome man.

most of these girls figured that if they could get on your sweet side, they could get closer to their dream man. little did they know you were judging them every second they spoke to you.

when was the last time she even bothered washing her hair? or ew, her voice is annoying, haji would hate that. you let them get through their whole spiel, how they've liked iwa for ages but didn't know how to approach him and how they have a whole date planned, only for you to throw down the proverbial hammer.

"i'm sorry, haji isn't actually interested in dating anyone right now. he's really focused on his studies," you said confidently, watching the light in their eyes die.

"oh, but—"

"yeah, i would really give up if i were you," you shrugged, walking away before she could get another word in.

if anything, you were doing iwa a favor. there was no way he'd be interested in a girl like that. besides, if he got into a relationship now, he'd be too distracted to spend time with you.

"who were you talking you?" iwaizumi asks a bit later, noticing the weird interaction you had with a girl he didn't recognize.

"ugh, just another bimbo asking me about oikawa again," you lied so easily, throwing your legs over iwaizumi's lap as the two of you sat in the campus lounge. "you'd think they'd give it a break already."

iwaizumi doesn't question it. why would he? as far as he knew, you had nothing to gain by lying to him.

rich bf!sakusa

sakusa told you he had to take an important phone call and stepped away, leaving you in the shop. though, you weren't left alone for long. a few moments later you could hear incessant giggling behind you and after a while, you got the feeling it was about you.

turning around, you see a face that you're sure you've seen before but couldn't exactly place where. she must have known you, though, as she had no issue judging you with her eyes. "so kiyoomi does leave his little pet unattended. it's hard to recognize you when you're not in his shadow."

she was flanked on either side by one of her equally pompous, identical-looking friends, who both laughed at her cruel joke.

"excuse me?" fully turning around, you finally got a good look at the woman and realized that she was the daughter of a colleague that sakusa's father knew. you vaguely remembered your boyfriend complaining about having to entertain his father's guests during a boring gala a few weeks ago.

it wasn't uncommon for women to flaunt themselves at sakusa. he was the son of a prominent ceo, the heir to a successful company, and is absolutely breathtaking when he bothers to put his face mask down.

"it's just cute that kiyoomi still bothers to keep you around but he's always loved doing charity work." you weren't sure what was worse, her pathetic attempts to get a rise out of you or the shrill laughter of her air-headed friends. "our fathers are very close so don't be surprised when i'm the one on his arm whenever he gets tired of you."

"i'll be sure to remember that," you shrug your shoulders, turning your attention back to the rack of stupid clothes sakusa wanted you to try on. another day, another stupid business dinner with more spoiled brats of his father's stupid colleagues.

you tried to ignore the constant snicker, how they loudly wondered if you could even afford the clothes you were looking at—of course, you couldn't but sakusa loved to spoil you despite your attempts to dissuade him.

the teasing gets the better of you and you're about to snap back at them when the noises finally stop. you weren't sure when sakusa walked back into the store but he's by your side, staring daggers at the girl and her clique.

"and you shouldn't be surprised if my father never does business with yours again," he says curtly. his features soften the second he locks eyes with you. "here, babe. this gown will look perfect on you. go try it on for me."

the other girl tries to get a word in but she's stopped dead in her tracks by sakusa's harsh gaze returning to her. "you can go. i don't associate with trash."

the trio of mean girls drop the pieces they were looking at and scurry out of the store before they could embarrass themselves yet again. "do we still have to do this dumb business dinner?"

sakusa snorts, pushing you towards the dressing room. "of course, love, don't be foolish. you're going to be the most beautiful woman there.”

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azriels-shadowsinger · 11 months ago

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“All you do is push me away. I'm done. Whatever this is, it's done.”

Azriel x Reader

wc: 2.3k

a/n: responding to this request. sorry this took forever, i started my new job this week! also, thank you for 400 followers!!

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“It will be fine, y/n!” Feyre reassures, rubbing a gentle hand down your back. You bite your lip anxiously.

“I don't know, Fey. It's already awkward enough trying to introduce my boyfriend to the high lord and lady, the general, and scariest of all, Amren.” You chuckle. “But seriously, I’m even more worried about Azriel. He’s been so weird and distant since we ended our... situationship?” You sigh heavily. “Whatever it was, he got all weird when it ended. I’m worried he’s gonna make tonight weird.” You whine.

“Rhys already talked to him. Azriel promised to be welcoming.” Feyre reassures

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” You grumble. Truthfully, you knew very little about your new boyfriend, Wesley, and you had no idea how he would behave around your friends, but when Cassian caught you on a second date and blabbed about your new boyfriend to everyone, you had no choice but to introduce him to the group. Hopefully, Feyre was right that everything would be fine.

———

Everyone at the table was visibly uncomfortable, thanks to Azriel. He had spent the first half of dinner in a very tense silence, ignoring everyone’s attempts to interact with him. He only responded with mocking laughs under his breath at every other thing Wesley said. Rhys had tried to speak to Azriel in his mind, Feyre told you, but his walls were up and he refused to drop them.

You thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse, but once the final course came out, Azriel switched from chilling silence to obnoxiously challenging everything you or Wesley said. You were going to kill him.

“So what do you do for fun, Wesley?” Feyre asks, attempting to alleviate tension.

“Uh, I like studying history.” He answers quietly. Azriel chokes down a laugh, and you internally groan at the most boring answer he could’ve chosen.

“Hm, that's weird y/n. I thought your usual type was...” Azriel eyes Wesley with distaste “much different.” You scowl at Azriel.

“I don’t have a type, Azriel.” You say defensively. “And if I did, it would be Wesley.”

“Sure it would.” He says smugly. “I seem to recall you have a preference for tougher guys, specifically Illyrians-“

“That is enough, Az.” Rhys commands, cutting Azriel off and using his high lord voice. Everyone sits quietly, not sure what to say next.

“I think I should leave.” Wesley says uncomfortably, breaking the silence and moving to stand. “Goodnight everyone, it was wonderful to meet you all.” He says with a forced smile before heading towards the door. You hurry after him, heels clicking loudly on the floor.

“Wes, please stay! There’s dessert, and I promise it won't be as awkward. I’ll make him leave.” You beg once you two are out of earshot.

“Don’t bother. You didn’t tell me you used to date him. That would’ve been great information to have going into tonight.”

“We never-“ he cuts you off.

“Save it. I have no interest in competing with the fucking spymaster. You are not worth the effort.” You visibly flinch at the harsh words and tears begin to form in your eyes, as he turns away. “I’ll see you around.” He mutters and leaves.

———

When you return to the dining room, Azriel is sitting there with a victorious smirk on his face, eating his dessert. One look at the rage in your eyes, and everyone else had the bright idea to leave you two alone.

“Are you happy now?” You holler.

“Kinda, yeah.” He says smugly. You let out a frustrated groan.

“You spiteful, ignorant, selfish male!” He laughs slightly at your outburst.

“What’s wrong sweetheart? Could Wesley not take a little joke?” He grins.

“He broke up with me because of your gods damn immaturity!”

“Good. You can do better, he doesn’t deserve you.” Azriel replies nonchalantly.

“What the hell is your problem? Is this because I ended things between us?” That causes him to freeze, dropping any amusement from his face.

“No.”

“It is, isnt it? Well guess who’s fault that was! You don’t date, you told me so yourself. And any time I tried to get closer to you, you put up walls and shut me out.“ you let out an exasperated sigh. “Even now, all you do is push me away. So you know what Azriel? I'm done. Whatever this is, it's done.”

“There’s nothing to end, we aren’t dating. We aren't even fucking anymore.” He spits coldly, but you see the hurt lacing his features, matching your own.

“Yeah, I got that. Loud and clear.” You murmur. “Stay the hell away from me from now on.” You growl before exiting the room, leaving Azriel alone.

———

You had not so much as looked at him in three weeks, and it was driving Azriel crazy. He had assumed that with your now ex-boyfriend out of the way, you would eventually turn to him to resume your previous friends-with-benefits situation. He couldn’t help but miss your company.

Azriel, Cassian, and Rhys sat around the table at Rita’s drinking whiskey. As soon as Azriel began complaining about you again, Cassian rolled his eyes, finished his glass of whiskey, and stood up.

“I’m tired of hearing about this every damn day. I’m getting another drink.” He grumbles.

Azriel wasn’t sure why he was bothered so damn much that you were avoiding him. Sure, he had plenty of females offering him pleasure every time he went out in Velaris, there were two eyeing him from across the bar right now, but he didn’t want them.

“Honestly, what I miss most about her isn’t even the sex.” Azriel admits, slurring his words slightly as the alcohol takes effect in his system. Rhysand’s ears perk up at this admission. Previously, Azriel had only ever admitted to missing the consistent sex or complained that you were overreacting, but this was new. Rhys wondered if Azriel even realized what he was saying.

“What do you mean, brother?” Rhys probes.

“I miss the nights we spent talking. And how somehow she managed to know exactly what I needed, without me having to say it.” Azriel downs the rest of his drink. “I just want things to go back to the way they were. Like when she would fall asleep next to me and I would actually be able to quiet my mind enough for once to fall asleep too. Or when she smiled and I felt all warm inside. I don’t even know why I shut her out when she asked about becoming more. Maybe because it scares me.” Azriel prattles on, talking to himself more than Rhys.

“You love her, you idiot.” Rhys states, which immediately pulls Azriel’s focus.

“That’s not… don’t do that Rhys. Don’t put shit into my head.” Azriel says defensively. Cassian returns with another round of whiskey for everyone.

“What did Rhys do?” Cassian asks casually as he passes a glass to each of his brothers.

“I informed Az that he’s in love with y/n.” Rhys smirks and sips his whiskey.

“I’m not-“ Cassian cuts Azriel off.

“You totally are!” Cassian laughs. Azriel huffs out a breath and downs his whiskey in one big swallow. There was no use arguing with his brothers once their minds were made up.

“I gotta go.” Azriel mumbles and storms out the door. Rhys and Cass just exchange knowing glances.

———

You hear someone banging on your door late that evening. You want to say you’re surprised to see Azriel when you open the door, but no one else would bother you this time of night. You just look at him expectantly, waiting to hear what he has to say.

“I was wrong before. I should've never pushed you away when you said you wanted more. I was just scared of how I felt and scared of getting hurt by you. I’m sorry for being a dick and I’m sorry for ruining that dinner with your ex-boyfriend, I just couldn’t stand to see you with someone else. Please, give me another shot.” Azriel has such a hopeful look in his eyes, waiting for your answer.

“I told you I was done.” You say, trying your hardest to stay calm and collected.

“But I-“ he takes a deep breath. “But I love you. Please, give me a chance to make things right.” You pause, mind reeling at the admission. As much as you want to admit the same thing, you can’t afford to get hurt by him again, so you do your best to calm your racing heart and force the words out.

“It’s too late, Azriel. I’m sorry.” You shut the door quickly before you can give in, immediately letting your tears fall once it's closed.

———

More weeks passed, and you eventually decided that you had to stop wallowing in self-pity and try to move on again. Wesley might have not been the one for you, but surely someone out there is.

You had decided to go out to Rita’s with Mor and eventually found a decently nice male to talk to. You two chatted for a while, and as the end of the night drew closer, you decided to shoot your shot.

“So, I don’t really do this, but do you wanna come home with me?” You ask the male nervously.” The lights of the bar turn on, indicating that it’s closing time.

“Yeah I-“ he pauses, looking you over. His eyes go wide and he backs away. “No. I can’t go home with you. I should’ve never talked to you.” He hurries off quickly, almost seeming frightened.

You turn towards Mor with a confused look, trying to ignore the hurt you feel from the harsh rejection. Did you really look that different with the lights on, you wonder.

The next day, you were in your room telling Feyre about the night before, trying to understand what went wrong.

“I don’t get it, Fey. We were having such a nice conversation. I was sure that he would agree to come home with me. But as soon as the lights came on and he saw me, he ran off. I didn’t think I looked that bad in the light.” You complain, flopping back onto your bed. Feyre choked on her drink for a moment, seeming startled.

“He didn’t…” she mutters to herself, shaking her head.

“What?” You sit up, confused. Feyre gets a far-off expression, likely speaking to Rhys in her mind about something. “What is it Feyre?” You ask curiously. She groans.

“The other day I overheard Az and Rhys talking, and Azriel made a joke about how he could just threaten all the males in Velaris that they can’t go anywhere near you. I assumed he was kidding, but I just asked Rhys about it, and apparently he wasn’t.” Feyre explains awkwardly.

“Are you kidding me?” You yell as you shoot up off the bed and storm out your door, muttering some apology to Feyre about having to leave.

———

You put a city-wide ban on dating me?” You scream angrily as you storm into Azriel’s room, not bothering to knock.

“Yeah, I did.” Azriel smirks at you.

“What the fuck Azriel? You don't have some claim over me! Call it off.” You shout.

“No.” His firm, unyielding voice gives you goosebumps.

“Stop it with the territorial male bullshit. It won’t change anything, so call it off!” You try to keep up the anger in your voice, but as Azriel stalks closer, you lose your boldness.

“I’m not calling it off.” His voice is dangerously low.

“Why not?” You mutter. Azriel leans closer.

“Because eventually you will realize that you still want to be with me, and when you do I don’t want anyone getting in the way of that.” He whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver slightly.

“I told you before. I’m done.” You try to sound confident, but it doesn’t come out quite right.

“Sure you are. Whenever you decide you wanna change that answer, I’ll be here.” He says with a wink. As you leave you feel conflicted. This may be the most territorial male bullshit you have ever witnessed, but you can’t help but smile slightly, realizing that Azriel basically just publicly announced his feelings toward you.

———

You lasted two days without returning to visit Azriel. You had told yourself it was to yell at him some more, but deep down you knew it wasn’t. Azriel opens his door after hearing you knock and looks genuinely surprised to see you.

“You win. You managed to scare off any decent male in Velaris. So congrats, I’m all yours.” You concede reluctantly.

“It was never about winning, sweetheart.” He shuts the door behind you, caging you between him and the door. You look up at him earnestly.

“Then what was it about?” You ask.

“It’s about getting a second chance to prove to you that I was an idiot. It’s about the fact that I will spend every single day for the rest of my existence trying to prove to you that I love you, and praying to the Mother that you decide to let me show you.” He whispers, leaning closer. You look up at him, seeing that hopeful look in his eyes again.

“Just one more chance?” Your voice comes out so soft he almost doesn’t hear you.

“One more chance, I promise that’s all I’ll need. I don’t plan on ever doing anything to mess it up again.” He answers sincerely.

“Okay then.” He doesn’t get a moment to process that you agreed before you pull his face towards yours, closing the gap between your lips. He immediately pulls your body into his and runs his hands through your hair.

“Thank the gods.” He murmurs into the kiss. You pull away for a moment.

“By the way, I love you too, Az.”

yes that last little bit about the dating ban was inspired by the deal by elle kennedy, but i just thought that was so funny and i believe without a doubt that Az could threaten all of Velaris to stay away from you

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wandasgf · 2 years ago

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Okay but what about g!p Nat getting r pregnant at a one night stand. R actually being yelenas best friend who always said her sister is off limits and told nat her friends are off limits. Nat being a player. But like a happy ending

KISS ME UNTIL MY LIPS FALL OFF mdni. 18+

pairings ; natasha romanoff + f ! reader (romantic), yelena belova + f ! reader (platonic), wanda maximoff + f ! reader (platonic)

summary ; you know you shouldn't, really you do, but there's just something about natasha that pulls you in and wraps an iron chain around your heart

warnings ; fade to black smut (i'm the worst, i know), natasha has a penis, unprotected sex, pregnancy, top ! natasha, bottom ! reader, tiny bit of angst, intoxication, morning sickness

wc ; 2.5k~

a/n ; i hope this is what you were looking for !! i got a liiiitle carried away with this i think. also this is not proofread ! (also, please do not use the term 'g!p', just say 'character with penis' please !)

“She is off limits, Natalia. I can see that look in your eyes, she’s too nice for you.”

“She is no good for you, Y/N. Don’t fall for her annoying charms.”

That is what Yelena had said to both of you, separately, of course, the first time you met her sister. For Natasha it was a thinly veiled threat and for you it was a warning– Natasha was no good, she would break your heart.

That was about four years ago and while the two of you tried your best to respect Yelena’s wishes, you more so than Natasha, it was getting increasingly harder to deny the attraction you felt towards each other. You never wanted to cross Yelena’s boundaries, she was your best friend since you two were old enough to walk. A betrayal like that would shake your friendship in ways you didn’t want to think about.

You understand that Yelena just wants the best for you, knowing of her sister’s habit of sleeping with girls only to leave them in the middle of the night and suddenly forget they exist, but there was just something that wouldn't stop tugging you towards Natasha. There was no denying her attractiveness, anyone with eyes could tell that the redhead was attractive, but it was the way she treated you that really had you weak in the knees. She was frustratingly charming and stupidly sweet. When Yelena was around to shoot daggers at her for her flirting, she claimed that she was just being friendly.

“What’s wrong with being nice to a pretty girl, Lena?”

You two had shared more than a few tender moments alone, but nothing past a soft kiss and a quietly whispered ‘You know we can’t’ that always left Natasha wanting more of you. She knew you wanted to respect Yelena, she did, and she lov– liked you for how much you cared for her sister, but God, she wished you cared a little less. She wished you were a little more selfish, a little more willing to let her have you.

Natasha doesn’t know when she developed actual feelings for you past physical attraction, and she’d rather not think about it, if she were being honest. It didn’t matter what she felt for you if she could never act on it, if it would make her feel rotten for acting on it, for crossing a boundary Yelena had set and you were trying your hardest to set yourself. So, she did what she’d been doing best for the past three years: slept with almost every girl that the only gay bar in Ohio had to offer.

It’s not like the both of you hadn’t tried to move on, but nothing ever seemed to stick. None of the girls Natasha slept with made the burning hole in her chest ease its aching, and no one you ever tried to date could ever compare to Natasha. Even that pretty blonde pilot with the same type of dominating presence couldn’t tear your heart away from the Russian. You think you might have to try and erase Natasha from your memory, but even then you don’t think it would work. Your heart would still remember her.

Too many drinks and Yelena’s birthday party is how you ended up here, in the one place you shouldn’t be. Natasha just looked so pretty tonight, even wearing something so simple as her usual leather jacket and black jeans, you finally just couldn’t contain yourself. You two are in the guest bedroom of Yelena’s apartment, Natasha’s hands gripping your waist as you grind against her lap, your hands tangled in her hair.

This is the first time the two of you had gone past a soft kiss or a gentle hand brushing against each other. It’s been four years of torture, trying to deny each other of what you both wanted, and now that you have it, it doesn’t seem like either of you want to let go. Natasha had been a little shocked when you barged into the room she was occupying for the night, but who is she to deny you when you were all red cheeked and asking for her to please kiss you?

“Okay, okay. Slow down, sweetheart.” Natasha laughs, breathless as she pulls away from your lips, her hands stilling your hips. God, she wants to keep going, but she could taste the liquor on your lips, and the last thing she wanted to do was let you do something you’d regret. You try to chase her lips, a pout making its way onto your features, but she holds you back.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Just looking at you, Tasha.” You grumble, trying to press your lips to hers again.

“Hey, hey, come on. Listen to me for a minute, okay?” She reaches up to tuck your hair behind your ear and brushes her thumb across your cheek. The touch feels like electricity shooting through your body and you wish she would just stop trying to talk to you. Does she not want you like you want her?

“You know, once we do this there’s no going back, Y/N. You have to be sure, okay? Do you want this?”

“Yes. Please, Tasha, I want you. Don’t make me wait any longer, please.”

And, well, who is Natasha to say no to that?

It isn’t until Natasha sneaks out of the room at 4am to get a drink and she’s confronted with Yelena in the kitchen that she realizes what she’s done. Yelena has never told her that anyone is off limits besides you, and she can’t even keep it in her pants for one night? (She knows it’s been four years, but you’ve only approached her like this the one time.)

She tries to act like nothing is different, like she’s just grabbing some water, but Yelena raises an eyebrow at the difference in the air around her sister. She’s not as stupid as the two of you seem to think she is, she’s noticed the downright disgusting tension between the two of you and the horrible lovey dovey eyes her sister makes towards you.

“You break her heart and I break your ribs. Got it?”

Natasha chokes on her water, she would’ve thought she’d be a little more concerned for her heart, but this is fine, “Got it.”

And then Yelena is walking out of the kitchen to go to her own room. On her birthday? You two just had to do it on her birthday? Unbelievable.

Since that night, you and Natasha had gone on a couple of dates and you’ve been trying to spend as much time with each other as possible. You hadn’t slept with each other since, it was hard to find the right opportunity while she was staying with Yelena for the next month while her house was being renovated and your roommate Wanda always seemed to be at your apartment lately.

About a week later you woke up feeling like something was off. You didn’t know what it was until your body was moving on its own accord and you found yourself rushing to the bathroom to empty the contents of your stomach. God, you hoped you weren’t getting sick. As you sat with your back leaning against the cool glass of the shower, you closed your eyes for a second before it hit you.

Natasha didn’t wear a condom.

Oh God, Natasha didn’t wear a condom. You scramble to get yourself up and brush your teeth before rushing out of the bathroom and tugging on a pair of sweatpants and an old college sweater of Natasha’s that she left a couple of nights ago. What time is it? You pat your pockets and then fish out your phone, 7:56am. Okay, the pharmacy should be open by the time you get there.

This is fine, it’s probably nothing. You’re probably just sick, maybe you shouldn’t have eaten as much candy as you did, but Natasha was so happy to get you something you liked and you were really craving it. You tug on your shoes and you’re out the door and walking down the street in less than two minutes.

The walk to the pharmacy is relatively short, you chose an apartment in the city, so nothing is more than a 15 minute walk. Your fingers tap against your thigh as you pick out one of the many options and you walk to the checkouts, but not before grabbing a chocolate bar. You’ve been really wanting one for days now, but that has nothing to do with this, you just like chocolate, that’s all. You groan, what are you even trying to do right now? Convince your subconscious that you’re not pregnant?

The walk back to your apartment seems like it takes forever and you don’t even need to drink a bunch of water because your nerves are making you feel like you’re going to piss your pants anyway.

Wanda chooses the exact moment you start pacing in the bathroom to come out of her room, concealing a yawn behind her hand. “Y/N, why are you doing laps in the bathroom? If there’s a bug somewhere just kill it.”

“No, I’m not– there’s not a bug, Wands. I’m just…” You pause, fidgeting with the hem of your, well, Natasha’s sweatshirt, “I think I might be pregnant.”

A pause.

“You think what?!”

“Don’t say that like that! It’s not a bad thing I think. I just– I just don’t know how Natasha will react.” You wrap your arms around yourself and deflate a little bit, just the idea of Natasha being upset has you acting like a kicked puppy.

Wanda softens and walks towards you, wrapping her arms around you in a hug, “I’m sure Natasha will react just fine. And if she doesn’t then that’s her problem, not yours.” You lean into her and let yourself relax for a minute. You hadn’t known Wanda for as long as Yelena, you only met in your freshman year of college, but you consider her one of your best friends.

“Y/N… I think you should take a look.” Wanda had taken a quick peek at the test over your shoulder, and she squeezes you softly before pulling away.

You turn around and try your hardest not to feel too scared. Either outcome is fine, right?

Two lines.

You were pregnant.

Tears start to prick at your eyes and you’re not sure why, but you find yourself turning and hiding yourself in Wanda’s arms, not able to stop yourself from crying. You only just started properly seeing Natasha, what if she hates you? What if she never wants to see you again? What if–

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. Everything’s okay. She won’t hate you.”

Wanda’s soothing voice reaches your ears and you realize you must have been saying those things out loud. You nod against her chest and sniffle, trying to get yourself to stop crying. You had to tell Natasha, you have to get yourself ready and make yourself look presentable.

Wanda helps you get ready, telling you soothing things every once in a while when you start to worry again, trying to reassure you that Natasha isn’t going to hate you. And, if anything, this is Natasha’s fault anyway, but she doesn’t say that part. She drives you to Yelena’s apartment where Natasha is staying for the time being and gives you a reassuring smile, saying she’ll be waiting right outside if you need her. But if you don’t come out in 15 minutes she’s leaving because she has to go open the bookstore for Darcy.

You give her a weak nod and walk the now intimidating path up to Yelena’s apartment. You stand outside for a whole two minutes before getting the courage to knock. You knew Yelena wasn’t home and that it would be Natasha to answer the door. The blonde went to kickboxing every Saturday morning and wouldn’t be back for at least another hour.

Natasha is a little surprised to see you standing outside her door at 8:30 in the morning, but then she takes in your slightly red eyes and still tear stained cheeks and she’s ushering you inside with an arm around your waist and a concerned look on her face.

“What’s the matter, baby? Are you hurt? What happened? Do you need me to call Yelena? What’s going on?” The words tumble from Natasha’s lips before she can stop them, the need to protect you and make sure you’re safe overpowering anything else she might have wanted to say. Like how cute you look in her sweater.

You shake your head and suddenly there are tears in your eyes again and your bottom lip starts to wobble. “No, p–please don’t call Yelena. I just– I need to talk to you.” You’re trying not to cry again, but you don’t know how to say it. You don’t know how to break the news in a way that won’t destroy the only thing you’ve wanted for the last four years.

The concern in Natasha’s eyes isn’t making this any easier as she takes you over to sit on the couch, sitting next to you and taking your hand in hers, rubbing her thumb over your knuckles. “Alright, we can talk. You can talk to me. What’s going on, sweetheart?”

“I-I…” Your fingers twitch nervously in her hands, “Natasha, I’m pregnant.” And the confession ruins any chance you had of stopping yourself from crying, afraid she’s going to push you away or yell at you or tell you to get out or–

Natasha’s eyes widen and her breathing stops for a moment, you’re pregnant? But you hadn’t slept together since– Oh. Oh.

And then she snaps back to the present where you’re crying and she’s frozen like an idiot. And she’s gotta do something before you come to the wrong conclusion. This should be fine, though, right? She loves you, she can do this. She can do this, can’t she?

“Hey, hey, hey. Look at me.” She speaks softly, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears with her thumbs. She takes one look at your face and now she’s trying to keep the tears out of her own eyes. “Everything’s gonna be okay, yeah, baby? Everything’s gonna be fine. We’re gonna figure it out.” She brings your head towards her chest and wraps one arm around you while the other strokes your hair. You’re crying harder now, but you think maybe they might be relieved tears, happy ones, even?

“We’re gonna figure it out.” She murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Yeah, she can do this.

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roesworks · 11 months ago

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keep playing, baby.

sub!satoru gojo x dom!fem reader

summary : you were tired of satoru choosing video games over you, so you punish him to change his mind. warnings : nsfw, oral (m receiving), blowjob word count : 1.24k

i actually found a red thoughts tiktok and thought of this so please im begging (i just wanted to post something ml)

~*~

maybe satoru needs a break from the gaming world.

you have been over at his house almost every day for a solid week and a half, and each and every one of those days, your boyfriend has been glued to his pc.

frankly, you were feeling a bit touch starved.

you entered his bedroom one night, where of course, he was stationed at his computer, and internally, you told yourself that you needed to get back at him.

how?

well, you had a few ideas.

you sat on his bed, and even though he invited you over, you were fully expecting him to not notice your presence. he was wearing a pair of blue pajama pants, a long sleeved white shirt, and his hair looked as if he came straight out of the shower. he looked beautiful.

you shook your head at the sight. "pity," you muttered. he didn't hear you over the ferocious tapping on his mouse and keyboard. you move positions and lay flat on your stomach, slowly inching closer to him.

you eyed the screen. he was playing with a couple of his friends, which, really you should've realized since he was practically screaming into his headset, but, you thought, what if you tortured him? in front of his friends, no less? a smirk crept onto your face.

you make your way off of his bed and start to crawl towards him on the floor. you made it under his gaming desk unnoticed and placed your hands on his pants. he jerked in shock, looking below him with widened eyes. "y/n..."

"shh... keep playing, baby."

you swear you heard him gulp.

he didn't know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't that. that meaning being told what to do. he was curious, though, to see where you were headed with this.

your hands make its way upward toward the band of his pants, and you slowly bring them down, along with his boxers. he shifted in his seat.

"satoru what the hell are you doing? you almost got us killed!" you could hear through the headset. you chuckled.

"i-" he looked down at you.

"play your game. don't focus on me." you meant that directly.

he cleared his throat, regaining his posture. "i was drinking something." his friends on the other side laughed as they continued to berate him.

pushing his pants completely off, he leaned forward. "spread your legs for me, baby," you spoke, and he obeyed. his large dick, already hard, fell in front of your face. your fingers reached out in front of you and you began to circle his red tip that was beginning to drip with precum.

"don't..." you heard him whisper. the teasing was working. you smiled to yourself.

"pay attention," you replied back, and you licked your fingers. his dick was practically throbbing in your hands. he gulped again. through the headset, you could hear his friends yelling at him again. the moment he tried to retaliate, you started to lick the tip of his twitching cock. his sentence was cut off with a yelp escaping his lips.

"please," he whined above you, "don't tease, please."

he was so quiet that if you didn't focus on his voice, you wouldn't have caught on to what he was saying.

you removed his dick from your parted lips. you tutted. "leaving me all by myself while you were busy pleasuring your computer..." you circled the tip with your fingers again. "that was very selfish of you, wasn't it."

"i'm sorry-"

you pushed your precum-covered fingertips into his mouth. "shh, baby, i'm not done."

you rarely ever spoke to him that way. after all, satoru gojo was the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in the entire world; he could have you tied on that bed and have you eat your words... but right now, he couldn't. he physically couldn't move. you placed such a dominant hold on him that he had no idea what to do.

"right now," you continued, taking your fingers out of his mouth, "i'm going to make you regret ever leaving me by myself again. leaving me on your bed to pleasure myself while you're off screaming into your headset..." he clicked his mouse rapidly. "...when you could've been screaming my name instead. it's a shame. what a waste of a week."

"pleaaase." satoru's words seemed to be on repeat.

you shushed him. "i wanna watch you struggle. i wanna watch you be silent. all in front of your friends. how long can you go for, hmm? surely a while; you don't want to embarrass yourself. the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in the entire world being dominated by his little girlfriend..." you chuckled as he shifted in his seat. "i can't give you the luxury of whining if you couldn't even show me an ounce of interest this week." he whimpered, his bright blue eyes connecting with yours as his mind went haywire.

you direct his head upward, advising him once again to focus on the game, and you stuck his dick into your mouth. you began to bob up and down slowly, teasingly.

he whimpered again above you, but this time, he was louder. "what the fuck was that noise, satoru?" you heard again through the headset.

he stuttered, trying to think of an excuse. "i-someone... i hit my elbow. sorry."

he sounded so pathetic. he was practically melting each time his dick hit the back of your throat.

he needed to be quiet. he couldn't speak, he couldn't moan, but god it felt so good that he just couldn't help himself. if he muted his mic, you would probably punish him even more than what you were currently doing. the point of the punishment was to watch him suffer in front of his friends. embarrassingly so.

finally, you quickened your pace. his attempts at staying quiet failed more often than not, but his friends were so invested in the game at hand that most of the time, they didn't really notice. all they managed to take in account was satoru's lack of performance, which still, they berated him more often than not.

it got to the point where he stopped playing the game completely. his headset stayed on, but his character stayed still. his hands were gripping your hair as his anguishing moans became louder and louder. he eventually would take his headset off and he threw it in front of him, not being able to withstand the silence. and god was he loud.

"keep going, please," he begged, his hands resuming its locked position in your hair. he let out another moan that echoed through the room. "fuckkk i'm gonna..." without warning (but you were expecting it with how loud he had gotten), he came down your throat. you swallowed a thick flow of cum, taking almost all of it down.

you removed his dick from your mouth, extra cum that you couldn't swallow dripping down your neck and face. "felt good, didn't it?" he nodded ferociously above you until he frowned.

"i'm sorry. really really sorry."

"i know you are." you chuckled. "that's the least of my problems. you better hope no one heard you on the headset." his eyes widened as he realized that his mic didn't disconnect.

if there was one other thing that his friends now knew about satoru gojo, it was that he couldn't be quiet for the life of him.

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undreaming-fanfiction · 6 months ago

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Written for @steddieangstyaugust day 13: "Please, stay." I'm slowly continuing.

It was 1986, the world was ending, monsters were real, and Eddie Munson decided he'd stop running.

An improvement, right? Good for him.

Well, no. Not really. Because the not running thing was supposed to be one time only, the last hurrah before disappearing into stomachs of otherworldly bats. And that hadn't worked.

So Eddie Munson lived and had to come to terms with the uncomfortable truth that to truly change, he had to be consistent. One time was good, but his life hadn't ended, and that meant to keep working on himself.

But Eddie was tired, he was hurt, and worst of all, he was weak. He couldn't do the camraderie thing the kids and Harrington's group had going on. Good for them, he thought. They found safety in numbers. But Eddie, even though he had friends, had been taught early in his life that relying on other people was just asking for pain.

His plan was simple. Finish high school by any means necessary, pack whatever little he had, and leave for greener pastures. No attachments, not drawbacks. Wayne supported his decision, seeing how he was treated, and others didn't know he wanted to start elsewhere yet. But then came the massive fucking hiccup that threw his plan into a dumpster and then set it on fire.

Because see, Steve Harrrington turned out to be a good guy. He made Eddie laugh even when the rest of the world was dark, he protected Eddie against anyone and everyone...and he cared for Eddie. Which, okay, maybe Dustin did too, and Wayne was a miracle who didn't deserve to have his life ruined by Eddie's presence, but Harrington had no obligation, no shared hobby, he just appeared in Eddie's doorway one day and said "you look like you could use a friend." And when Eddie tried to keep his plan in motion, pushing Steve away, he looked so sad, Eddie couldn't keep it up.

It was always Steve asking him.

"Please, stay," as they fought and Eddie was about to slam the door shut and drive to Wayne's.

"Please, stay," as he got off another scathing call with his parents.

"Please, stay," as Eddie accidentally blurted out his secret, and he wondered if Steve would hate him now.

"Please, stay," as Steve interrupted Eddie's hookup with a rented movie, Eddie's favorite candies and a confession on his tongue.

Eddie didn't stop being a runner just because he said so. It was because Steve believed in him. Because he loved him. But some days it wasn't enough.

They fought again about staying in Hawkins, and Eddie had enough. He was targeted again, Wayne's trailer too, and Steve wasn't able or willing to leave the worst town in America with him. He felt trapped, needed to run, and Steve wouldn't, not yet.

And Eddie told him. He said that he only stayed because of Steve, but that if he wasn't insistent on ruining both of their lives by putting down roots in the very place that mingled with actual hell, he'd have been out of there months ago.

Steve went silent. He pinched the bridge of his nose, a gesture that told Eddie how much he'd fucked up.

It would be okay. Steve would get over it. He'd ask Eddie to stay for a little longer and Eddie would say yes.

But that didn't happen.

Instead, Steve wiped his eyes, and said: "I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was being so selfish. It's okay, you can go."

Eddie never knew freedom could taste so bitter.

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randomshyperson · 1 year ago

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Lacy - Werewolf!Reader x Wanda Maximoff - Kinktober #07

Summary: This Halloween, Wanda receives a surprise visit from her favorite werewolf. The problem is that it's very difficult to keep a crush hidden during mating season.

Warnings: (+18), mutual pining, semi-public, very vague allusions to omega verse, beefy!reader, power!bottom wanda, a bit rough but they are actually sweet to each other, some praising and dirty talk. | Words: 3.144k

A/N-> First, I know nothing about werewolves. It was never my thing growing up (I’m a witch type of person I suppose) but I know about omegaverse stuff and since it’s wolf-based I tried some references from that lore. Also, I was totally thinking about Wednesday's show (and Wenclair ship tbh) when writing the school but you all be free to image whatever you wish. Also, the name is from Olivia Rodrigo’s song, ‘cause it’s such a friends-to-lovers/mutual pining coded lyrics. Good reading folks!

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The mating season was always the most tiring part of the year.

Even as a child, her days were marked by hard work and running errands - her mother was always very busy with orders, and somehow, the twins were obliged to finish the tasks in record time, so as not to delay the calendars and keep Natalya busy when her customers needed her.

As the largest and most respected apothecary in the country, Natalya Maximoff was also one of the biggest dealers in magical items - and this also included natural suppressants. Her customers wrote to her from all over the world, many famous packs like the Romanoffs or the Howletts only bought her products, and the witch was always very busy at this time of year.

So when their mother told them that she would leave the Maximoff Magical Articles Boutique in their care for two whole days, while she delivered packages around the world, none of them were surprised, as this had been done dozens of times before.

Wanda's indignation stemmed from the fact that her twin brother, as soon as there were no more magical remnants of the portal his mother had conjured to travel through, put on a jacket and told her he was leaving.

"But you can't leave me alone!" Wanda hurried away from the counter. Pietro chuckled, adjusting his hat on his silver hair. Since he had turned 18 last month, he had grown a good few centimeters, and even with her best serious expression, Wanda, who hadn't grown much since she was 15, no longer succeeded in frightening him. That, and well, like his father, Pietro had a bastard heritage of lycanthropy, and with his new skills, he had also gained extreme confidence.

"What, you gonna tell me you're scared of some little wolves?" He sneered, his fangs protruding from his smile. Wanda huffed angrily, her cheeks slightly red. "Don't be silly, Wanda. You're a witch. Nobody's is crazy enough to mess with you."

He tries to pat her on the shoulder, but Wanda pushes a finger against his chest. "I'm not afraid of any wolves, you selfish idiot! Mom says the store is our responsibility. And you're sneaking off to do who knows what! I don't want to spend all night looking after this place on my own. Apart from the season, it's Halloween, and kids go apeshit and-"

"Jesus, Wanda, I'll make it up to you!" He cuts in, already pulling away and ignoring the other girl's protests. "I've got to go, I'm taking Crystal to the movies, then we'll settle up!

"Pietro!" But the call was ignored and the store door was slammed in her face.

Wanda huffed to herself. She could survive a Halloween night, but her brother would owe her a lot if he didn't want to be snitched on. She returned to the counter, texting him another dozen curses before texting to her mother that everything was under control.

And lucky for her, that's how the evening actually went.

Most of the few customers who showed up were locals, a few sorcerers in need of ingredients, and even a traveling vampire who needed to replenish some reserves for a long trip. Some children also asked for candy, and tired of getting up so often, Wanda decided to leave the jars outside.

It was almost at the end of her shift, when she was ready to close the shop, that a delicious smell wafted into the room. Wanda, who was distracted by the holiday lessons that the institute where she studied always offered when there were short vacations or not, was snapped out of her concentration by the fascinating smell. She looked up just as a figure stumbled into the store, covered by a school uniform hood.

She didn't need you to remove the cap to recognize you, and yet, when your face became visible, Wanda felt her heart unlearn how to beat properly.

"Good evening?" You looked between the shelves, approaching the cashier, only to hesitate as soon as you saw Wanda. "Oh, h-hi. Uh, is Madame Maximoff around?"

You looked uneasy, adjusting your hair and fiddling with your fingers. Your flushed face must have been due to the walk from the Institute to the store.

Wanda shook her head as she replied: "She had some orders to place. How can I help you?"

The color of your face deepened, and you couldn't look her in the eye for more than two seconds. "Hmm, I kind of need... suppressants." And it was the turn of Wanda's face to heat up. You continued talking anxiously. "I thought I still had some, but my reservation ran out, and since I'm in the dorm, I wouldn't want to... well, would you have any left? I know it's very short notice but I really need it."

Wanda nodded quickly, equally at a loss for words. You see, if you were any other of her werewolf colleagues, the situation might even be comical. She wasn't like Pietro and didn't make friends very easily, but she shared the same taunting nature. One horny wolf in the store and Wanda would have jokes for the rest of the year. But it was you, her longtime secret crush, emanating a very pleasant scent and in need of something so intimate that Wanda could barely control her own thoughts about what other ways she could help you if there were no other suppressors in the store.

"My mom usually sells everything before the season starts, but I can look in the warehouse to see if we have any leftovers. I'll be right back." She says, smiling softly at your anxious figure.

Wanda has never seen you in heat before; the mating seasons for new wolves begin at the end of puberty, between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, and the vast majority of her werewolf classmates at the Institute return to their packs at this time of year, already matched with their partners in the traditions of the lycanthrope. Wanda only knows about the rituals from her father's family, because each clan, from the Vampires to the witches, is very private about it all. Witches like her mother, who specialize in all kinds of products, are the exceptions.

Wanda tries the storeroom next to the counter, but after a few boxes, she snorts in frustration. Her mother really did sell everything, and she almost reprimanded you for not planning properly. For older, mismatched wolves, being without suppressors could be really dangerous. For you, a new werewolf, it would only be quite painful. It was easier for her to feel sorry.

And while she tried the last few shelves at the back of the storeroom, you grew even more restless outside. Wanda had no idea how intoxicating the essence of a witch, especially a witch one cared about, was. If you hadn't been so desperate, you would have given up going into the store as soon as you could smell her from around the corner, but then again, your brain wasn't working very rationally right now.

And there was also a scarf on the counter, Wanda's most characteristic item since she had received it as a gift so many years ago. Many of the times you've noticed her, she's worn the item around her neck and it made sense that her scent was so strong in the room, even though she was upstairs.

Your limbs moved by instinct, you didn't have to think much, just let yourself be guided by the urge to exhale that distinctive smell more deeply.

Your face was pressed against the scarf when Wanda reappeared, and her confused giggle made you jump away mortified.

"Are you all right there?" She ventured, receiving a very quick and embarrassed nod. Wanda chuckled again in amazement, and without caring much about your current condition, she approached. "I looked upstairs, but my mother sold everything, sorry. There's something else you might like to try, maybe a calming potion so you can sleep while... well, this happens to you."

You quickly agree, still embarrassed at being caught. Wanda doesn't mind, if anything, she always found it very entertaining how different you were from the other werewolves she knew; loud and confident to the point of being idiotic. Pietro was a prime example. And if it wasn't for your distinctive stature, she could easily have assumed from your shy and careful personality that you were just an ordinary human, perhaps a mermaid from the way you seemed to bewitch Wanda's attention all to yourself.

"I'm sorry." You mutter suddenly, while she is searching for a sleeping potion on the shelf under the counter. Wanda turns her face up in confusion, but you're looking away. "From the scarf, I know it's... weird. But my body seems to be acting on its own. Just forget about it when we get back to school, okay? I'll be normal when it's over."

"Don't worry, I don't mind." She assured meekly, before finally finding some bottles that could help you and taking them back to the counter. She bit her lip at the way you were panting, and the way your trembling fingers pulled some notes and coins out of your pocket. "You can take these two vials today, and this one in the morning if you're still..."

"Horny'?" You joke, and take Wanda by surprise, but she manages to return the short laugh. Your hands push out the money and she turns away to pack the vials into a small bag. "So, one now and two tomorrow."

Wanda quickly denies it. "No, darling, two now and one tomorrow. Are you... are you sure you're all right? You're sweating-"

"Just give me a minute." You interrupt her with a gasp, the sudden wave of heat catching you completely off guard. The room starts to spin, and for a whole moment, all you can feel is your own arousal and the way you want to touch the witch in front of you. Your body gives way, and your hands force down on the counter, disastrously strong enough for the wood to crack. Wanda jumps in fright, worried, but you grunt quietly. "Shit, I'm really sorry-"

She hurries around the counter, and her soft hands make you jump away. "Hey, it's okay, I just want to help you stand up."

But you gasp in despair, wrenching your body away from her. "Don't touch me, Wanda, for God's sake." You grunt, and if you hadn't sounded so affected, Wanda would have taken offense. Instead, she stands ready to catch you if you lose your balance again, and that's exactly what happens. This time, your weight falls forward, and Wanda's body serves as a barrage.

Your wolfish weight is almost too much for her, and it doesn't help that your face is buried against her collarbone, and your arms embrace her clumsily. "Hm, so soft." She hears you sigh, as she struggles to drag you over to the reading area of the store's bookshelves, where there's a sofa to put you on. When you fall into the cushions, you look up with dreamy eyes and an easy smile playing on your lips. Wanda gasps softly from exhaustion.

"Wait here a moment, okay? You feel like you're burning up with a fever. I'll get you some water." She explains, but it doesn't seem like you're listening very much, disconcerting her with the way you're looking at you so discourteously, your pupils dilating. Wanda adjusts a strand of hair, self-conscious under your gaze. "I'll be right back."

She practically runs out of there, and alone, realizing her own hands are trembling as she remembers the sensation of having your body against hers. She shakes her head to push the thought away, you were clearly in a vulnerable moment right now, and Wanda doesn't think she'll survive the shame of being rejected once the heat wears off.

When Wanda returns with the water, she almost drops the glass on the floor. You haven't moved, but you've changed position, limp against the sofa, evidently rubbing yourself down the item as you whimper.

"Oh, detka, let me help you." Wanda abandons the glass on a shelf, and rushes to your side, kneeling beside the sofa. You gasp in embarrassment, trying to escape her gaze, but Wanda's hands grab your warm face. "Let's go upstairs. I'll make it better." She whispers the invitation, but the thought alone is enough for you to grunt in affection and pull her face towards you.

It's a hungry kiss, and the position doesn't help. Wanda has to grab your shoulders to keep from falling to the floor and ends up breaking into a giggle when a moment later it's you who's throwing yourself at her, desperately kissing her as if she's going to disappear.

The lightness disappears quickly. She feels very hot and bothered, especially when your tongue slips into hers as if you already knew exactly how to kiss her, and your hands touch her entire body with determination. Her plea for you to slow down turns into a moan when your knee pushes between her legs.

It's almost primitive the way you seem willing to have her right there on the floor, angrily trying to pull her clothes off while your moans mingle. Wanda's face burns and she struggles to match the kiss, losing that battle all too easily when your palms begin to stimulate her nipples.

She can feel the wetness begin to bother her through the fabric of her panties, and perhaps, you can smell it too, because you grow more impatient, and begin to murmur disconnected compliments into her skin, your hands reaching down to unzip her pants. Wanda chokes between moans, practically whimpering when your fingers find her so ready.

You enter her, all at once, without a second thought. You suck on her tongue as she squeezes your fingerprints and soaks your hand. It's dirty and rough, and Wanda couldn't hold back even if she tried. Yet the store door opens, and she has to bite down hard on your shoulder to muffle her own noises.

Whoever the customer is, asking if there's anyone there or if the store is open, Wanda makes sure they don't see her. Her eyes are scarlet, and it's never been harder to do a concealment spell than it is now, with your fingers thrusting inside her as if the world around you hardly mattered. Finally, the customer leaves and her magic plays its part in locking the door before Wanda digs her nails into your back and comes against your fingers.

It's not enough - Nothing seems to be. You continue your movements inside her until Wanda is spasming again, begging for a pause. Your hungry mouth finds its way into her most intimate place then, just to tear more pleasure out of her. She loses count of how many times she comes, on your fingers and tongue, until the whole store smells of sex.

Fuck, she has to move you before Pietro comes back.

It's only when you let her breathe, retreating like a wounded wolf, that Wanda notices the puddle of moisture on your pants. You came at the mere act of watching and touching her.

"Hey, are you okay, sweetheart?" She coos gently, propping herself up on one elbow now that you're lying on your back, one arm over your face. Your clothes are as torn as theirs, but there are many more marks on her body than on yours.

You sniffle quietly, and Wanda looks at you with concern. "Why didn't you stop me?" you ask upset, and Wanda stares in shock for a moment. Then, swallowing dryly, she works up the courage:

"You didn't want this?"

But your reaction is to laugh incredulously. "Of course, I wanted it, Wanda! But I'm talking about you. Why didn't you stop me? You're a witch, you could have knocked me down, look at you! You're all purple, and I... God, I can't believe I... hurt you."

She climbs into your lap before you can despair, ignoring your soft protest and grabbing your crying face. "I haven't stopped you because I've wanted you to since we met." She assures you determinedly, caressing your cheeks. "I'm in love with you, you idiot."

Sniffling softly, you raise hopeful eyes. "Really?"

Wanda smiles, her weight against your chest. "Really." She assures you. "And don't worry about the marks, I... like it rough."

You groan in embarrassment, looking away and amusing her. There's a moment's pause, and then finally: "I like you too."

Wanda bites back a smile. "I got that impression, you know? When you were all whiny on me."

Your laugh is sincere and shy, and Wanda kisses you as your hands grip her thighs. But before she can deepen it the way she'd like, you break again.

"Thanks for helping with the heat... but I'll take you on a date after this. I promise."

She pulls on your bottom lip with a provocative bite. "I'll charge." She assures you in a naughty whisper, and you sigh contentedly as she presses your hips together. Smooth movements, and you're already seeing stars again.

Your breathing becomes shorter, and Wanda traces her fingers along your jaw, while her other hand moves down. "I bet you're all warm and tight."

You sigh, closing your eyes and nodding in agreement. Wanda kisses you leisurely, also taking time to slide her fingers into your pants and assess the effects of everything so far. She's not surprised by the immense wetness, but the sensation of sinking into you is overwhelming. She can feel ready for another when she starts to stimulate you and watches you squirm beneath her.

"So good... don't stop..." You moan helplessly, and the grip on her thighs is almost strong enough to hurt. Wanda makes a mental note of how to make you lose control of your strength, before curling her fingers inside you and being rewarded with the sweetest sounds in the world. "W-Wanda!"

She decides she likes it very, very much when you whimper her name like that. She continues her motions a few more times until you come hard on her fingers. Wanda thrusts a few times, before removing them and bringing them to her mouth, sucking them clean while you try to catch a breath.

Your murmurs are labored, and Wanda kisses your cheek a few times. "Come on upstairs, sweet baby, I'll take care of you." She tries to get up, but your hands steady her on your lap.

It's almost ridiculous how easily you lift the two of you, and Wanda has to hold onto your shoulders, chuckling softly at your uncertain stumbles on the way upstairs.

She'll have time to look after the store when you fall asleep. Right now, she's more focused on kissing you again.

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aeralux · 22 days ago

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"I'd Rather Be With You (Too)" - Lucerys Velaryon

Modern!Lucerys Velaryon x Reader (part one here)

Summary: "People have a way of leaving. Best to not let anyone close." This is the saying Lucerys lived his whole life by. Keeping others at a distance even if it hurts both him and others. Why should you be the exception? It seems you might be the exception.

Warnings: SMUT 18+; sad boy Lucerys; oral (f! receiving); fingering; soft sex; angst; creampie; fluff; blowjob; a certain blonde getting knocked out; smoking

Words: 15k

Notes: No description of the reader. It came out long but it's literally full of them interacting idk (again). I am not responsible for the media you consume. 7k words of angst and Lucerys finally expressing himself, then 8k words of smut. Enjoy

Lucerys stood at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea, his hood pulled up against the misty rain. The salty breeze whipped at his cheeks as he stared at the horizon, watching the sun slowly rise over the watery expanse. His heart felt heavy in his chest, the weight of his decision pressing down on him like a physical burden.

He knew leaving you had been selfish, but he couldn't bear the thought of watching you walk away eventually. It was better to cut ties before he lost himself entirely in the depths of his growing feelings for you.

As the sun climbed higher, casting a golden glow across the waves, Lucerys turned away from the sea. He walked slowly back towards home, his footsteps heavy and leaden. He knew he'd have to face you eventually, to explain himself.

But for now, he couldn't bring himself to go back,��to see the confusion and hurt that would surely be etched across your lovely face.

There was Jacaerys, already out, pushing the lawnmower back and forth across the thick green grass. The family dogs raced around the yard, barking loudly as if they were excited for the day ahead. Jacaerys caught a glimpse of his brother from the corner of his eye. At first, a scowl formed on his face, but it quickly transformed into a look of concern when he noticed the troubled expression on his younger brother's face.

"Hey man, what happened? Where were you all night? Mum was worried sick," he asked, stepping forward and placing his hands gently on Lucerys’s shoulders to stop him in his tracks. Although he was older, Lucerys had already grown taller, which made the interaction feel a little awkward.

Lucerys let out a heavy sigh, the weight of the night still resting on his shoulders. He didn’t want to dive into the details, especially not about the person who had been on his mind for hours.

"I'm fine," he muttered, trying to brush past Jacaerys, but his brother’s raised eyebrow made him pause. Jacaerys didn’t press any further. There was something in Lucerys' eyes that told him there was more to the story, but he chose to let his younger brother have his space for now.

For days, Lucerys had been distant and withdrawn, as if a fog had settled over him. His family noticed the change, exchanging worried glances when he entered a room. His friends, usually able to draw him out, were puzzled by his silence. This new quietness felt different, heavier. He barely even spoke to his brothers, whose playful banter now seemed to echo off a wall he had built around himself, leaving everyone uneasy.

You had spent countless days searching for him, but it felt like he had completely disappeared after that stormy night, leaving you trapped in heavy silence. You felt isolated and abandoned. Glorina had noticed the change in you. She worried as she watched you eat less and spend all day cooped up inside, only to venture out to the docks at night, searching for someone who might never return.

You barely spoke to her, and each day that passed filled you with guilt, but the truth was that Lucerys had shattered something deep inside you. You needed him to come back and mend what was broken.

How could he have looked at you with such warmth? How could he have held you so closely, with a tenderness that made you believe everything would be alright? And then, just like that, he vanished, leaving nothing but unanswered questions and a growing emptiness. You felt a desperate need for him to explain, to heal your wound.

After wandering through the small town again, your heart felt heavy with each step. The familiar streets now seemed foreign and blank. But then, in the distance, you spotted a figure—brown curly hair peeking out from beneath a dark hoodie. Your heart raced, pounding loudly in your chest as you hurried towards him. “Lucerys,” you choked out, your voice barely a whisper as you got close enough for him to hear.

But as you reached him, your heart sank. Instead of Lucerys, it was his older brother standing there, wearing an unamused expression that only deepened your sense of disappointment.

You stood frozen, your breath catching in your throat as Jacaerys turned to face you. His expression softened slightly when he registered the look on your face—a mix of desperation and heartbreak you couldn’t hide.

“You’re looking for Lucerys,” he said flatly, crossing his arms over his chest.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Do you know where he is?”

Jacaerys sighed, shaking his head as if he were deciding how much to tell you. “Look, he’s been… different lately. Distant.” He tilted his head slightly, studying you. “You have something to do with that, don’t you?”

His question wasn’t accusatory, but it wasn’t kind, either. You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out.

Jacaerys frowned, stepping closer. “Listen,” he said, his voice lower now, “I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but Lucerys doesn’t need this right now. He’s got enough to deal with without… whatever this is.”

You felt your frustration rise, the sting of his words hitting harder than you expected. “Whatever this is?” you repeated, your voice trembling. “I care about him. I just want to talk to him—”

“To do what?” Jacaerys interrupted, his tone sharp. “To pull him in deeper? To make him care about you even more before you leave town and break his heart?”

His words struck a nerve, and you flinched, the truth you’d been avoiding suddenly laid bare. “That’s not what I’m trying to do,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jacaerys’s gaze softened slightly, but his expression remained firm. “Then do him a favour and leave him alone.”

The weight of his words settled heavily on your shoulders, and for a moment, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. But before you could respond, the sound of a door slamming open behind Jacaerys cut through the tension like a knife.

“Jace!” Lucerys’s voice rang out, sharp and angry. “What the hell are you doing?”

Your heart lurched as Lucerys stepped outside, his green eyes blazing with fury as they flicked between you and his brother. His hair was messy, and he looked like he hadn’t slept, but the fire in his expression was undeniable.

Jacaerys turned to face his younger brother, his stance shifting to match Lucerys’s intensity. “I’m trying to protect you, Luke,” he said evenly.

Lucerys scoffed, stepping closer. “By what? Telling her to leave? Acting like I can’t make my own decisions?”

“She’s going to hurt you, Lucerys,” Jacaerys shot back, his voice rising.

“I’m not a child anymore!” Lucerys shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. “I can make my own decisions. And if I get hurt, that’s my problem—not yours!”

The rawness in his voice made your chest tighten, and you took a hesitant step forward. “Lucerys—”

He turned to you, his expression softening for just a moment before the walls went back up. “Why are you here?” he asked, his voice quieter but still tense.

“Because I needed to see you,” you said honestly, your voice trembling. “I needed to understand why you left. Why you just… disappeared.”

Lucerys ran a hand through his curls, his frustration evident. “I—” he started, then stopped, his gaze darting to Jacaerys as if trying to decide how much he could say with his brother standing there.

Jacaerys sighed, his shoulders slumping. “Fine,” he muttered. “Do whatever you want. Just don’t come crying to me when it all falls apart.”

He brushed past Lucerys, throwing you a pointed look before disappearing back into the house.

For a moment, the only sound was the distant crash of waves and the faint barking of dogs from the backyard.

“I didn’t mean to disappear,” Lucerys said finally, his voice barely audible. “I just… I couldn’t stay.”

You stepped closer, your hands trembling as you reached for him. “Why not?”

“Because you make me lose control,” he admitted, his green eyes locking onto yours. “And I can’t afford that. I can’t—” He broke off, shaking his head as if trying to push the words away.

“You can’t afford to feel something real?” you asked, your voice cracking. “Because that’s what this is, Lucerys. It’s real.”

He stared at you, his jaw tightening as he fought against the emotions threatening to overwhelm him. “Real doesn’t mean it won’t fall apart,” he said bitterly. “It doesn’t mean you’ll stay.”

“Then let me decide that,” you said, stepping closer until there was almost no space between you. “Stop pushing me away because you’re scared.”

Lucerys closed his eyes, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of everything he’d been carrying had finally become too much. “I don’t know how to stop,” he whispered.

The vulnerability in his voice made your heart ache, and you reached out, your hand brushing lightly against his. “Then let me help you,” you said softly. “We can figure it out together.”

Lucerys opened his eyes, and for a moment, you saw the walls crumble—the fear, the longing, and the fragile hope he’d been trying so hard to hide.

But just as quickly, he pulled away, taking a step back. “I don’t know if I can,” he said quietly.

You watched him retreat, your heart breaking all over again as the distance between you grew.

Lucerys stood still, his green eyes flickering with a mix of fear and frustration. You could see the storm brewing behind them, the turmoil he was trying so hard to keep contained.

“I can’t do this,” he muttered, his voice low but sharp. He took a step back, putting more space between you, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

Your heart clenched, but you refused to let him shut you out. “Why not? What are you so afraid of, Lucerys?”

His laugh was bitter, almost a scoff. “You don’t get it,” he said, shaking his head. “You don’t know who I am—who my family is.”

“I know enough,” you shot back, your voice trembling. “I know you’re kind. I know you care more than you want people to believe. I know you—”

“You don’t!” he interrupted, his voice rising. His expression twisted into something close to anguish. “You don’t know what it’s like to be a Velaryon in this town. People see us, and they see trouble. They see a family of screw-ups who can’t do anything right.”

“I don’t see that,” you said firmly, your own voice cracking with the weight of your emotions.

“Maybe not now,” he said bitterly. “But you will. Everyone does.”

You stared at him, your chest aching with frustration and hurt. “Why do you care so much about what other people think? You’re not them, Lucerys.”

He let out a shaky breath, his eyes darting away from yours. “It’s not just what they think. It’s what’s true.” He paused, his hands clenching tighter. “Jace and I—we’ve done things. We’ve had to. My friends… they’re not exactly saints. You don’t belong anywhere near us.”

“Is this about your friends?” you asked, stepping closer despite the tension radiating from him. “Or is this about you?”

Lucerys flinched, your words hitting deeper than you’d expected. “You don’t understand,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost pleading “They’re into things—illegal things. And I’m not—” He stopped, running a hand through his curls. “I’m not perfect either, okay? I’ve made mistakes. I’ve done things I’m not proud of.”

“And you think that makes you unworthy?” you asked, your voice soft but steady. “You think that makes you less deserving of someone who cares about you?”

Lucerys didn’t answer, his jaw tightening as his gaze dropped to the ground.

“I don’t care about the mistakes you’ve made,” you continued, stepping closer. “I care about you. The you who’s standing right here, right now. The you who’s scared to let someone in because you’ve been hurt before.”

“That’s not the only reason,” he muttered, his voice so low you almost missed it.

“Then tell me the real reason,” you pressed, desperation creeping into your tone. “Stop hiding behind your family and your friends and your reputation. Tell me what you’re so scared of, Lucerys.”

He finally looked up, his green eyes blazing with an emotion you couldn’t quite name. “I’m scared of harming you,” he said, his voice cracking. “I’m scared that if you get too close, I’ll ruin you the way I ruin everything else.”

The raw honesty in his voice left you breathless. For a moment, you couldn’t speak, the weight of his words sinking deep into your chest.

“You won’t ruin me,” you said softly, stepping closer until you were just a breath away. “You’re not the monster you think you are, Lucerys. You’re just… scared. And I get that. But you don’t have to push me away because of it.”

Lucerys stared at you, his expression a mix of longing and despair. “You don’t understand what you’re asking,” he said quietly. “You think you can just fix me, but you can’t. I’m not some… broken thing you can put back together.”

“I’m not trying to fix you,” you said firmly, your voice trembling. “I just want to be here for you. If you let me.”

He looked away again, his shoulders slumping under the weight of his own thoughts. “And when you realise I’m not worth it?”

You reached out, your fingers brushing lightly against his. “Then I’ll let you be the one to decide that,” you said softly.

Lucerys let out a shaky breath, his green eyes searching yours. For a moment, it seemed like he might let you in.

But then he shook his head, stepping back once more. “I don’t know if I can,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I don’t know how to let someone in without losing everything.”

The anguish in his voice brought tears to your eyes, but you refused to look away. “Then let me show you how,” you said, your voice steady despite the ache in your chest. “Let me prove that you don’t have to lose everything to have something real.”

Lucerys didn’t respond, his gaze dropping to the ground. But this time, he didn’t take another step back. He stayed rooted in place, the cracks in his defences growing wider with every passing second.

And though the storm between you hadn’t yet passed, you could feel the first rays of hope breaking through the clouds.

"C'mon," Luke said, nodding towards the road, and you followed him, away from his house. He reached into the back pocket of his faded jeans and pulled out a pack of Marlboro Reds, the familiar red and white packaging crinkling slightly in his hand. "Smoke?" he offered, a hint of a smile on his face.

You didn't really smoke—not regularly, anyway—but something about the moment made you want to connect with him. "Sure," you replied, hoping it didn’t sound too eager.

Without hesitation, he flicked the lighter, the flame dancing briefly before catching the tip of your cigarette. He watched as you took your first drag, his gaze lingering on your lips before meeting your eyes.

As you exhaled, the smoke curled between you, a shared breath of something unspoken. "Sorry," you whispered, feeling slightly embarrassed.

He shook his head, leaning back against the cool wall of the corner store, a casual stance that made him seem more relaxed, even charming.

"Is Jacaerys right?"

You paused...

"Yeah... I am leaving at the end of the summer..." You trailed off, inhaling the smoke again as a soft breeze ruffled your hair, carrying the scent of the city mixed with a hint of your own nervousness.

Lucerys’s relaxed posture stiffened slightly at your words. He glanced away, his jaw tightening as he took a long drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring briefly in the dim light. When he exhaled, the smoke curled around him, hazy and uncertain, much like the emotions swirling between you.

“So that’s it, then,” he said, his voice low but edged with bitterness. “You’re just gonna leave. Like everyone else.”

His words hit you harder than you’d expected. You blinked, caught off guard by the sharpness in his tone. “Lucerys, it’s not like that,” you said quickly, your voice trembling.

“Isn’t it?” He turned to face you fully, his green eyes blazing with something raw and unfiltered. “You say it’s not, but that’s exactly what’s happening, isn’t it? You’ll leave, and I’ll still be here, stuck in this place.”

“That doesn’t mean what I feel for you isn’t real,” you said, your voice cracking under the weight of his accusation. “Just because I have to leave doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”

He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head as he dropped the cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his boot. “That’s what they all say,” he muttered. “They all say they care, that it’s real. And then they leave. Every damn time.”

“I’m not them!” you shot back, your frustration boiling over. “I’m not your dad, or your friends, or whoever else left you behind. I’m here now, Lucerys.”

“Yeah, now,” he snapped, his voice rising. “But not later. Not when it matters.”

The weight of his words settled heavily between you, the tension thick enough to cut. You could see the pain in his eyes, the fear he was trying so hard to mask with anger.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you said softly, stepping closer to him. “I don’t want to be another person who lets you down. But I don’t know how to change what’s happening. I can’t just… stay.”

“Then don’t pretend this means anything,” he said harshly, his voice breaking at the edges.

You flinched, his words cutting deeper than he probably intended. “It does mean something,” you insisted, your voice trembling. “It means everything to me.”

Lucerys looked at you then, his green eyes searching yours as if trying to find the truth in your words. For a moment, the fire in his gaze softened, replaced by something far more fragile.

“But you’re still leaving,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible.

You swallowed hard, your throat tight. “I don’t want to. But I don’t have a choice.”

He let out a shaky breath, raking a hand through his curls. “There’s always a choice,” he murmured, though he didn’t sound like he believed it.

The silence between you was deafening, the words you both wanted to say hanging in the air, unspoken. Finally, Lucerys turned away, his shoulders slumping under the weight of his emotions.

“Go ahead and say it,” he muttered, his voice bitter but hollow. “Say 'you’ll miss me'. Say 'you’ll never forget me'. It doesn’t matter.”

You stepped closer, reaching out to touch his arm. “It does matter,” you said softly, your voice trembling with the weight of your feelings. “Lucerys, you matter to me.”

He froze under your touch, his breath hitching. For a moment, it felt like the barriers he’d built around himself might crumble entirely. But then he shook his head, stepping out of your reach.

“I can’t do this,” he said, his voice cracking. “I can’t watch you leave. I just… I can’t.”

“Lucerys—”

“No,” he interrupted, his tone sharp but unsteady. “Just… don’t. Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

"Just go ahead and leave."

And before you could say anything else, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the night and leaving you standing there, your heart breaking into pieces, all over again.

Lucerys walked quickly, his boots crunching against the gravel road as he put as much distance as he could between himself and you. His chest ached, a deep, suffocating pain that refused to go away, no matter how hard he tried to push it down.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, his fingers brushing against the crumpled cigarette pack. His mind raced, every word you’d said replaying in his head like a song stuck on repeat.

You matter to me.

Your voice lingered, soft and trembling, but full of conviction. It had felt like a lifeline, something he wanted to grab onto, to believe in. But the fear… the fear of losing you, of losing himself, had been stronger.

“Stupid,” he muttered under his breath, his voice bitter. “So fucking stupid.”

He wanted to turn back, to find you and tell you he didn’t mean it, that he didn’t want you to leave, that he didn’t want to be alone again. But his feet kept moving forward, away from you, as if they were acting on their own.

Because deep down, he knew he wasn’t enough.

He wasn’t enough to make you stay.

He wasn’t enough to deserve the way you looked at him like he was something worth saving.

Lucerys clenched his jaw, his hands tightening into fists inside his pockets. The anger simmered beneath the surface, not at you, but at himself—at the boy who could never seem to hold onto anything good.

When he finally stopped walking, he found himself standing at the edge of the cliffs overlooking the ocean. The waves crashed against the rocks below, loud and unforgiving, their rhythm steady and endless.

Lucerys stared out at the horizon, his breath uneven as he tried to quiet the storm inside him. The wind whipped at his curls, and the salty spray of the sea clung to his skin, but he barely noticed.

He pulled the pack of Marlboros from his pocket, his hands trembling as he fished out a cigarette. The lighter flickered in the wind, the flame struggling to hold on before finally catching.

As he took a long drag, the burn in his chest distracted him from the ache in his heart, if only for a moment. He exhaled slowly, the smoke curling around him and disappearing into the night air.

“This is for the best,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible over the roar of the waves.

If he let himself believe in you, in what you’d said, it would only make the pain worse when you left. And you would leave. Everyone always did.

It was easier this way—cutting the cord now before it could wrap around his throat and choke him.

But as the minutes stretched on, Lucerys couldn’t shake the image of your face from his mind. The way your eyes had shimmered with tears, the way your voice had cracked when you’d told him he mattered.

It wasn’t fair.

He let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his curls as he paced along the edge of the cliff.

“Damn it,” he muttered the words barely a growl.

He dropped the cigarette, grinding it into the dirt with his boot. The frustration boiled over, his emotions spilling out as he kicked at a loose rock, sending it tumbling into the sea below.

Lucerys pressed his hands to his face, his fingers digging into his skin as he fought the urge to scream.

He hated this. Hated the way he felt, hated the way you made him feel. Like maybe, just maybe, he was worth something. But he wasn’t.

At least, that’s what he told himself as he sank to the ground, his back resting against the jagged rocks behind him.

The waves continued their relentless rhythm, drowning out the sound of his uneven breathing. Lucerys sat there, his heart heavy with regret and the unbearable weight of what could have been.

You were lost, stuck in a whirlpool of thoughts. Leaving him felt impossible, yet staying seemed even worse. This place—this wasn’t your home.

You slid down the rough wall of the store he had walked away from, feeling the cool concrete against your back. Tears seeped down your cheeks, unchecked and warm. The cigarette he had given you was only a stub now, but you still cradled it in your fingers, as if it were the last trace of him you’d ever have.

Was this it? The final moment you both shared?

Maybe dropping the bomb that you were leaving right when he was starting to accept you back was a mistake. But you didn’t want to be dishonest. It hurt more to pretend when you knew you’d eventually walk away, leaving him behind.

"You alright?" A voice knocked you from your thoughts. It wasn't the one you wanted to hear—definitely not. Looking up, you saw a guy with short blonde hair and a cashier name-tag that read Aegon.

"No," you muttered, your tone flat and honest. You figured he wouldn’t really care either way.

"I saw that little fight of yours with your boyfriend," he said with a chuckle, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Not my boyfriend," you shot back, bitterness creeping in.

"Right, whatever. But man, that was one of the more entertaining things I’ve seen in a while," he said, lighting up his own cigarette and taking a long drag, the smoke swirling around him. He coughed lightly, then continued, seemingly unfazed.

"You should be glad he’s not your boyfriend though. Stabbed my brother's eye out when we were kids, yeah... brutal stuff." He sighed, but there was a strange twinkle of amusement in his eyes as if he found the memory funny.

You stared at him, bewildered. He didn’t notice your confusion or maybe just didn’t care as he rambled on.

"Yeah, his friends are into moving dope around the city. Not him, though. But, I mean, how long until it's up his nose too, right?" He laughed as if he’d just shared a hilarious joke rather than dropping some serious dirt about his mates.

"Right..." you dragged the word out, looking down to focus on the ground, trying to shake off the weight of what he had just said.

"Best forget about that lad, you’re way too pretty for him anyway," he tossed over his shoulder with a wink before sauntering back inside. You were left sitting there, alone with your swirling mix of emotions and the unsettling new pieces of information. Was this what Luke was trying to keep from you?

You needed to find him.

The air felt heavier than usual as you stepped out into the early evening, the fading sunlight casting a muted golden glow over the small town. The last few days had passed in a blur—your thoughts endlessly looping back to Lucerys, the fight, and Aegon’s careless words.

You hadn’t seen Lucerys since that night. No matter how many times you’d wandered near the docks or the places he might haunt, he was always just out of reach, like a shadow you couldn’t catch. It left you hollow, the ache of missing him growing stronger with each passing day.

Tonight, though, you’d let Glorina talk you into going out. She’d called it a “gathering,” though it was clear from the noise spilling into the street that it was just a casual get-together at one of the local bars.

The bar was crowded and buzzing with laughter, the sound of clinking glasses and faint music filling the space. You hadn’t meant to stay this long, but Glorina had been insistent that you “go out and have a little fun.” And now here you were, nursing a watered-down drink and trying to navigate the polite conversation with a guy whose name you only vaguely remembered.

Aegon, you thought, watching as he leaned casually against the bar, a devil-may-care smirk plastered across his face.

“You know,” he said, his voice low and smooth, “you’re too gorgeous to be sitting here looking all serious. Someone break your heart?”

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your drink. “I’m fine,” you said, your tone clipped, though his boldness made it hard to hide a small, amused smile.

Aegon grinned, leaning in slightly. “That smile says otherwise. Bet I could make you forget whatever’s got you looking so lost.”

“I’m not lost,” you replied, but there was an edge of annoyance in your voice now.

From across the room, Lucerys watched the interaction like a predator tracking its prey. His green eyes narrowed, his grip on his beer glass so tight it threatened to shatter. Jacaerys and Joffrey sat beside him, trying to engage him in conversation, but Lucerys barely heard a word.

“Luke?” Jacaerys nudged his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “You good?”

Lucerys didn’t answer. His gaze was fixed firmly on you and Aegon, his chest tightening as he watched the blonde lean in closer, his smirk widening with every passing second.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

Without a word, Lucerys stood, his chair scraping loudly against the floor as he pushed it back. Jacaerys and the others looked up in surprise, but Lucerys was already moving, his strides purposeful and quick as he crossed the room.

You barely had time to register Lucerys’ approach before it happened. One moment, Aegon was leaning in, his hand casually brushing against yours on the bar. The next, he was stumbling backwards, Lucerys’s hand on his chest as he shoved him hard.

“What the hell?” Aegon barked, catching himself against the edge of a table.

Lucerys didn’t reply. His fist flew before you could even process what was happening, connecting with Aegon’s jaw in a sharp, brutal motion. The crack of bone echoed above the noise of the bar, and Aegon staggered, clutching his face.

“Lucerys!” you shouted, grabbing his arm to pull him back, but he was like a live wire, his whole body trembling with adrenaline and anger.

“What’s your problem, man?” Aegon spat, straightening up and wiping a smear of blood from his lip.

“You,” Lucerys growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Stay the hell away from her.”

Aegon laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. “Jealous much? Didn’t realize she was your property.”

Lucerys lunged forward again, but you stepped between them, pressing your hands against his chest. “Stop it, Lucerys!” you pleaded, your voice trembling.

For a moment, Lucerys didn’t move, his green eyes locked onto Aegon’s with a searing intensity. Then, slowly, he let out a sharp breath, his muscles relaxing under your touch.

“Yeah, walk away,” Aegon muttered, smirking despite the pain. “Big man with your cheap punches.”

Lucerys didn’t react, but you felt the tension radiating off him as you guided him toward the door. The bar was eerily quiet now, all eyes on the two of you as you stepped outside into the cool night air.

“What the hell was that?” you demanded once you were out of earshot, turning to face him.

Lucerys raked a hand through his curls, pacing in front of you like a caged animal. “He was all over you,” he snapped, his voice low but sharp.

“He wasn’t doing anything,” you argued, your voice rising. “He was just talking to me!”

“Talking?” Lucerys scoffed, his green eyes blazing. “That’s what you call that? I saw the way he was looking at you, the way he was touching you—”

You cut him off, your frustration boiling over. “Why do you even care, Lucerys? You’re the one who keeps pushing me away!”

The words seemed to hit him like a physical blow, and he stopped pacing, his chest heaving as he stared at you. “Because I can’t stand it,” he said finally, his voice raw and trembling. “I can’t stand the thought of losing you—to him, to anyone.”

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice, but your own anger and hurt kept you from softening entirely. “Then stop pushing me away,” you said, your voice cracking. “Stop acting like you don’t care when we both know you do!”

Lucerys looked at you, his green eyes filled with a mix of longing and fear. And then, before you could say anything else, he grabbed your face and pulled you close.

Your foreheads rested together as the world around you seemed to fade away. “I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

“Then stop running,” you said softly, your fingers brushing against his cheek.

Lucerys closed his eyes, his grip on you tightening like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. “I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely audible.

“So am I,” you whispered. “But I’m not going anywhere, Lucerys. Not unless you push me away again.”

He let out a shaky breath, pulling you into his arms and holding you tightly, as if letting go would shatter him completely.

Lucerys held you tightly, his breath uneven as his forehead rested against yours. The warmth of his body anchored you, but you could feel the storm raging inside him, the walls he was still trying so desperately to keep standing.

You couldn’t let this moment pass without saying what had been sitting heavy on your chest for days.

“I know,” you whispered, your voice trembling with the weight of your admission.

Lucerys pulled back slightly, his green eyes narrowing in confusion. “Know what?”

You hesitated, your fingers still gripping the fabric of his hoodie. “I know about your past. What you’ve done. What your friends are into.”

The shift in his posture was immediate. His body stiffened, his jaw tightening as his gaze dropped. “Who told you?” he asked, his voice low and sharp.

“You mentioned it briefly, but... Aegon,” you admitted quietly, watching as his expression darkened. “He didn’t say much—just enough for me to put the pieces together.”

Lucerys let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head as he stepped back, breaking the fragile connection between you. “Of course he did,” he muttered. “Bet he loved twisting the knife.”

“It wasn’t like that,” you said, leaning toward him, but he held up a hand, stopping you.

“Doesn’t matter,” he said flatly. “You know now. So what are you still doing here?”

“Because I care about you,” you said, your voice cracking with emotion. “I care about who you are, not what you’ve done.”

Lucerys laughed again, harsher this time, the sound cutting through you like glass. “You say that now, but you don’t get it. You don’t know the things I’ve done—the people I’ve been around. My friends, the shit they’re into… that’s my world. You don’t belong in it.”

“Maybe I don’t know everything,” you admitted, stepping closer. “But I don’t care about any of that, Lucerys. I care about you.”

He scoffed, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his curls. “You don’t understand what you’re saying. You think this is some fairytale where I can just walk away from everything and be good enough for you?” He turned away, his shoulders tense. “I can’t. I’ll just destroy you like I destroy everything else.”

“You won’t,” you said firmly, your voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill.

He turned back to you, his green eyes blazing with anger and anguish. “You don’t know that!” he snapped. “People like me don’t get to have happy endings.”

The line hit you like a blow, the raw pain in his voice cutting deep. But you didn’t back down.

“Good men die too,” you said softly, your voice trembling as you met his gaze. “I’d rather be with you.”

Lucerys stared at you, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. The words you’d just spoken hung in the air, heavy and undeniable.

Good men die too, I’d rather be with you.

He wanted to believe you, to let himself fall into the promise of those words, but his fear twisted into something darker. He turned away, running a hand through his curls as if trying to erase the weight of the moment.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he muttered, his voice low and tense. “You think I’m just some kid with a bad temper? My family... You have no idea what my family’s like.”

You took a cautious step closer, your heart pounding in the still, eerie quiet. “Then tell me the truth, Lucerys. Stop shutting me out.”

He laughed bitterly, the sound devoid of humour. “You really want the truth?” he said, his hand clenching into a tight fist, shaking with the weight of his anger. “The truth is, my mom keeps a gun in the kitchen drawer, not just for show. She doesn’t trust a soul in this town. My brothers and I learned to shoot before we learned how to ride bikes because in this town... because 'we needed to know how to defend ourselves'." He exhaled sharply, his shoulders stiff. “That’s my family. That’s the world I come from. You don’t belong anywhere near it.”

The confession left you breathless, the weight of his words settling over you like a heavy fog. You could see the fear and anger he’d been hiding spilling out in jagged fragments.

“That doesn’t scare me,” you said quietly, taking another step toward him.

He turned to face you, his green eyes blazing. “It should!” he snapped. “God, it should! You think you can just walk into my life and fix this? Fix me?”

“No,” you said, your voice trembling but firm. “I don’t think I can fix you, Lucerys. But I’m not scared of you or your family, and I’m not running away!”

He let out a sharp breath, his gaze dropping to the ground. “You don’t get it,” he muttered, his voice softening but losing none of its edge. “I don’t want you to end up like them. Bitter. Angry. Always looking over your shoulder, wondering if the people around you will stick a knife in your back.”

You hesitated, the rawness in his voice making your chest ache. “That’s not going to happen,” you said softly. “You’re not like them, Lucerys. I see the good in you, even if you can’t.”

“You’re going to regret this,” he said quietly, his voice trembling.

“No,” you replied, your voice steady. “The only thing I’d regret is walking away from you.”

Lucerys stared at you, his jaw tightening as his emotions warred within him. And then, like a dam breaking, he grabbed your face and kissed you, his hands trembling as they cradled your cheeks.

The kiss was desperate, almost frantic, his lips moving against yours like he was trying to say everything he couldn’t put into words. You melted into him, your hands clutching at his hoodie as the tension between you finally broke.

Lucerys kissed you with a fierce intensity, his trembling hands gripping your face tightly as if trying to pour every unspoken fear and desire into the desperate press of his lips against yours. The heat of his skin, the rapid pulse of his heartbeat against your chest, the shaky gasps of breath he took between kisses—it was all a testament to the turmoil raging inside him. He couldn't run from this, from you, anymore. Not when every fibre of his being screamed at him to pull you closer.

You gazed up at Lucerys, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your lips as you shook your head in amused exasperation. "You're so stupid," you sighed, your thumb brushing lightly over his kiss-swollen lip. You could feel the warmth of his skin, the slight tremble that still lingered there. "So stupid if you think you can push me away that easily."

Leaning in, you captured his lips in another kiss, this one softer, more deliberate. You savoured the taste of him, the way his mouth moved against yours with a newfound sense of desperation. Your hands slid up his chest, feeling the racing beat of his heart beneath your palms.

You poured all your own fears and hopes into the kiss, wanting him to feel the depth of your trust. You weren't going anywhere, no matter how much he might want to run. You were here, and you were choosing him.

As you pulled back, you looked into his eyes, your own shining with unshed tears and unspoken promises. "You can't scare me off, Lucerys," you whispered, your voice low and fierce.

Lucerys stared down at you, his green eyes wide with a mix of awe and disbelief. Your words, spoken with such fierce conviction, seemed to penetrate the walls he'd built around his heart. He could feel them chipping away, could feel the cracks letting in the light of your unwavering faith in him.

A single tear slipped down his cheek as he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over your cheekbones. "You're crazy," he whispered, a hint of wonder in his voice. "Crazy to want to be with someone like me."

He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours as he tried to gather the courage to say what he needed to say. Lucerys took a deep, shuddering breath, his hands trembling as they cradled your face.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "But I know I can't let you go." He buried his face in your hair and breathed in your scent. "Stay with me," he murmured, his arms tightening around you like a lifeline. "Don't let me push you away. Please."

Your heart swelled as Lucerys's words washed over me, his raw, trembling confession striking you right in the chest. You gazed up at him, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears, as a single one slid down your cheek.

"I'll stay with you," I breathed out, my voice cracking with the force of my emotion. "I know no that I can't be without you, Lucerys."

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer, burying your face in the crook of his neck as sobs wracked your body.

Lucerys held you tightly, his own tears flowing freely now as he felt your body shake against his. He stroked your hair, and your back, murmuring words of love and reassurance as he rocked you gently. "Shh, I've got you," he soothed, his voice thick with emotion. "I've got you, my love. I'm not going anywhere."

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, breathing in your scent, letting it calm and centre him.

You crashed your lips against his in a fiery, desperate kiss, throwing your arms around his neck like a woman possessed. Your fingers raked through his messy curls, gripping them tightly as if you could anchor yourself to him forever. The kiss was sloppy, passionate, a messy tangle of lips and tongues and pent-up emotion.

You nipped at his bottom lip, soothing the sting with your tongue before diving back in for more. Your nails dug into the skin of his neck, no doubt leaving marks, claiming him, branding him as mine. You wanted him to feel the force of your desire. To make him believe how much you truly needed him.

Lucerys groaned as you attacked his mouth, your affection igniting a fire in his veins. His hands gripped your waist tightly, pulling you flush against him as he kissed you back with equal fervour. He could feel your nails digging into his skin, leaving delicious marks of possession. It only spurred him on, urging him to claim you just as thoroughly.

When you broke the kiss, he was left panting, his eyes glazed over with lust. He rested his forehead against yours. "You're going to be the death of me." He nipped at your jaw, your neck, marking you in turn. "But what a way to go," he murmured, his lips brushing your skin.

You looked up at Lucerys through tear-streaked lashes, your heart fluttering in your chest. With a tender touch, you brushed away the tears clinging to his cheeks, your thumb lingering on his skin. A soft, shy smile played on your lips as you met his intense, love-drunk gaze.

Lucerys's breath caught in his throat at your tender touch, his heart swelling with a love so profound it almost hurt. He leaned into your caress, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he savoured the gentle brush of your thumb against his skin. A slow, soft smile spread across his face, mirroring your own.

Opening his eyes, Lucerys gazed at you with a look of pure adoration, his purple irises shimmering with unshed tears and a love so intense it stole your breath away. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against yours as he inhaled deeply, committing your scent to memory.

"I want to show you how sorry I am," he murmured, his voice low and earnest. "Words have never been my strong suit, but I want to try. You wanna come to my place?" He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, never having done this before.

He glanced towards the bar, where the sounds of laughter and music still emanated. "I'll make sure my brothers stay out longer. Jace and Joff will be entertained at the bar for hours. And even if they do come home..." Lucerys shrugged, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. "Who cares. I just want to be alone with you, to show you how much you mean to me."

He held out his hand, his eyes searching yours with a vulnerability. "Please, come with me."

Clinging to his side, you let your smaller hand slip into his larger, calloused one. The contrast of your hands, and your bodies, sent a thrill through you.

"Alright, I'll come with you..." you sighed, your voice soft. You pressed yourself closer, your hip against his thigh as you tilted your head to meet his gaze. "But you're sure your brothers won't come home early and interrupt our... private time?" you giggled somewhat nervously but still sounded like a siren's call to him.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he gazed down at you with a grin. "Trust me, love, they won't be back anytime soon. Jace and Joff are too busy being the life of the party to call it a night early." His thumb tracing lazy circles on your hip. "Besides, I've got a few ideas to keep us umm... occupied." His voice dropped to a husky whisper, his eyes glinting with promise.

You followed Lucerys out in the crisp night air, content to walk beside him in the comfortable silence. Occasionally, you found yourself stealing glances at his handsome profile, admiring the strong line of his jaw and how his messy curls fell over his forehead.

As you walked, you let your fingers trace idle patterns on his arm, feeling the firm muscle beneath his hoodie. You were acutely aware of every point where your bodies touched - his hand holding yours, his thigh brushing against your hip with each step.

Lucerys glanced down at you, a soft smile playing on his lips as he caught you staring. He squeezed your hand gently, bringing it up to press a kiss to your knuckles. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. "I hope you know that." He kept walking, keeping you close to his side as he led you through the quiet streets.

Your cheeks tingled with his sweet words. "I don't mind you reminding me," you breathed out, a small, coy smile on your lips.

Lucerys chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled down at you. "Good, because I plan to remind you often," he teased, his voice low and warm.

After a short while, you arrived at a big house, the architecture reminiscent of the past. Lucerys led you inside, closing the heavy wooden door behind you. The entryway was dimly lit, with a narrow staircase leading to the second floor. He turned to face you, his hands resting on your waist.

Lucerys gazed down at you, his green eyes darkening with an intensity that made your heart race. "Welcome to my home," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "Well, technically, my family's home. But for now, it's ours." He stepped closer, one hand sliding to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. "I want to take you upstairs to my room. I want to... I want to make love to you."

Your heart stopped as his words washed over you, a shiver running down your spine. He wanted to make love to you. Like he was finally letting you in, truly letting you see the real him.

You could only nod slowly. "Uhuh," you breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper. You couldn't form any other words, rendered speechless by the raw emotion in Lucerys' eyes.

Your hands came to rest on his shoulders, feeling the firmness of his muscles even through his hoodie.

Lucerys gazed down at you, his heart swelling with a love so profound it almost hurt. He could see the desire and trust shining in your eyes, filling him with awe and wonder. Slowly, gently, he leaned down and captured your lips in a soft, tender kiss. His hand slid into your hair, cradling your head as he deepened the kiss, pouring all his love and longing into it. He wanted you to feel it, to understand the depth of his feelings for you.

Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. "I love you," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "I love you so much." He pressed another soft kiss to your lips before scooping you into his arms, carrying you bridal style up the narrow staircase. He held you close, protective and possessive, as he navigated the darkened hallways of the old house.

Stopping in front of a heavy wooden door, he kicked it open, revealing a spacious bedroom decorated in rich, cool tones. A large four-poster bed dominated the room, the sheets already turned down invitingly. Lucerys carried you to the bed, laying you down gently on the soft mattress.

Your heart raced as you gazed up at Lucerys, your cheeks flushed and eyes bright with anticipation. Slowly, almost shyly, you slid your jacket off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor with a soft rustle. Next went your shirt, leaving you in jeans and a black lacy bra.

You sat up on your elbows, your hair spilling over your shoulders as you looked at him. You wanted to see him, to feel his skin against yours. Your fingers itched with the need to explore his body, to map out every inch of him.

"Your turn," you whispered, your voice breathy with desire. You tilted your head, a coy smile playing on your lips as you waited for him to bare himself to you.

Slowly, almost reverently, he reached for the hem of his hoodie, pulling it up and over his head. He tossed it aside carelessly, leaving him in a thin white t-shirt that clung to his lean, muscular frame. His chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, his skin flushed and warm.

He stepped closer to the bed, his hands coming to the hem of his shirt. He paused, his eyes locked with yours, before slowly, teasingly, he peeled the shirt up and off. He tossed it to the side, leaving him bare from the waist up. His chest was lean and toned, with a light dusting of hair trailing down his stomach. A thin scar ran across his collarbone, a memento from a childhood adventure gone wrong. But it only added to his rugged, masculine appeal.

Your heart fluttered as you admired him. You could feel the heat pooling between your thighs.

Sitting up, you reached for the button of your jeans, your fingers trembling slightly as you popped it open. You looked up at Lucerys, your eyes shimmering with nerves and anticipation.

"Could you help me slide these off?" You asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper. You lifted your hips slightly, a silent invitation for him to assist you.

"Of course," he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your jeans, slowly tugging them down your long, shapely legs. He took his time, savouring the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips as he exposed more and more of you to his heated gaze.

As he slid your jeans off completely, he tossed them aside without a care. His hands lingered on your calves, stroking the soft skin gently before trailing back up to your thighs. He could feel you trembling beneath his touch, and it only fueled his desire.

He leaned down, his face hovering inches from your newly exposed skin. He could smell the sweet, intoxicating scent of your arousal, and it made his mouth water. Slowly, teasingly, he leaned in and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. He could feel you tense beneath him, and he smiled against your thigh.

You could feel your heart pounding wildly in your chest, your skin flushed and tingling with anticipation. The dampness between your legs grew, your panties clinging to your folds as evidence of your increasing arousal.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you lost yourself in the sensation, a soft gasp escaping your lips. "Please," you breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper. You didn't even realize you'd spoken aloud until you heard the desperation in your own tone. You were so wound up and ready to shatter. And all it took was a few teasing touches from Lucerys's hands and lips.

Lucerys groaned softly as he heard your breathless plea, feeling a surge of masculine pride at how desperately he was affecting you. He could smell your arousal and could feel the heat radiating off your core. It took every ounce of his restraint not to bury his face between your thighs and taste you deeply.

You squirmed beneath his teasing touch, your breathing becoming shallow and uneven. Your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you, twisting the fabric in your fists as you fought the urge to beg him to touch you where you needed it most. You could feel your core clenching, aching for his touch, for some form of relief from the building pressure.

He continued his sensual assault, trailing kisses up your thigh until he reached the lace edge of your panties. He nuzzled against the damp fabric, breathing in your scent and feeling the heat of your sex through the thin material.

His hands slid up to your hips, gripping them gently as he looked up at you with lidded eyes. "You smell so good," he murmured, his voice muffled against your panties. "I bet you taste even better."

With that, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your clothed sex, his lips parting slightly to allow his tongue to slip out and lick a slow stripe along your slit. He could feel you twitching beneath him, could hear your gasp of pleasure. It spurred him on, and he continued to lap at you through the fabric, his tongue stroking your folds and circling your clit with deliberate, teasing strokes.

He could feel you growing wetter, your juices seeping through the lace to coat his lips and chin. He groaned softly, the vibrations adding to your pleasure as he continued to pleasure you with his mouth. His hands slid around to grip your ass, squeezing the firm globes as he held you in place, preventing you from squirming away from his relentless onslaught.

You let out a choked moan, your back arching off the bed as Lucerys's tongue worked through the damp lace of your panties. Each stroke sent jolts of electricity through your veins, the fire building rapidly in your core. You could feel yourself hurtling towards the edge embarrassingly fast, your body responding to his teasing touches like a live wire.

"Mmm," you whimpered, your fingers fisting in his hair as you tried to grind against his mouth. But his strong hands gripping your ass held you in place, leaving you at the mercy of his relentless teasing. You could feel every lap, every circle around your aching clit, the sensation dulled by the thin barrier of your panties. Your thighs trembled, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Lucerys could feel your body trembling beneath his touch, could hear the desperation in your voice as you moaned and whimpered above him. He knew he was pleasing you and could feel your arousal coating his chin, but he was still learning, still figuring out what you liked best.

He licked and suckled at your clothed sex, his tongue pressing against your clit and circling it sloppily. He could feel it throb against his lips, could hear your breathy cries growing louder and more frequent. Emboldened, he leaned in and caught your clit between his lips, suckling on the sensitive bud as he looked up at you with lust-darkened eyes.

Suddenly, he tugged your panties to the side, exposing your dripping sex to his heated gaze. He whined at the sight, taking a moment to admire your glistening folds before diving in to taste you properly.

Lucerys leaned in, running his tongue along your slit, feeling you clench and flutter around the invasive muscle. He groaned at the taste of you, sweet and tangy. He licked and suckled at your folds, his movements slightly clumsy but eager. He circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, feeling it swell beneath his touch.

"Oh, Luke!" You cried out, your head falling back against the pillows as you felt his tongue finally make contact with your aching sex. Your eyes rolled back, fluttering shut in bliss as he began to lap at your dripping folds.

Lucerys paused, looking up at you with a mix of desire and uncertainty in his eyes. "Am I doing this right?" he asked softly, his voice rough and breathless. "Tell me what you need, love. I want to make this amazing for you." His fingers traced teasing circles on your inner thigh as he waited for your guidance, eager to please you in any way he could.

You couldn't hold back the desperate, wanton whine that tore from your throat as he broke away briefly to ask if he was pleasing you. "Mmmm, so good," you gasped, your voice trembling with need. You tangled your fingers in his hair, nestling his head against your sex as you urged him on. "You're doing so, so good. Don't stop, please don't stop." You could feel your climax building rapidly, your core clenching and fluttering around his exploring tongue.

Lucerys groaned softly, feeling your fingers tangle in his hair as you urged him on. The way you bucked your hips, seeking more of his touch, spurred him to continue his sensual assault. He could feel your climax building, could feel your sex clenching and fluttering around his tongue. It made him feel powerful, knowing he could affect you so greatly.

He kissed his way down your thighs, his lips trailing over your soft skin as he made his way to your dripping sex. Impatiently, he tugged your panties off, tossing them carelessly to the side. He wanted to taste you properly, to bury his face in your heat and lose himself in your essence.

Lucerys leaned in, running his tongue along your slit, feeling you clench and flutter around the invading muscle. He groaned, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh as he licked and suckled at your folds. His movements were messy, sloppy even, but eager and filled with desire.

He could feel your arousal all over his lower face, could taste your sweetness on his tongue. It made him feel drunk, completely intoxicated by the taste of you. He licked and suckled at your clit, his tongue circling the sensitive bud as he looked up at you with lust-darkened eyes.

Lucerys let out a low, guttural moan as he continued to pleasure you, his face smudged in your juices. He could feel your body tensing, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He knew you were close, and he doubled his efforts, determined to make you come undone.

Your eyes rolled back, fluttering shut as you felt your climax building to a crescendo. You couldn't form any words, only incoherent cries of pleasure escaping your lips as your body tensed and tightened. Abruptly, you came undone, your pussy clenching and spasming uncontrollably.

"Ahhh!" You screamed, your voice echoing off the bedroom walls as you gushed all over Lucerys's eager face. You could feel your slick arousal pouring out of you, soaking his lips and the lower half of his face completely. Your stomach muscles contracted, your back arching off the bed as you rode out the intense waves of your orgasm.

Lucerys continued to lap at you, his tongue stroking your fluttering walls as you came down from your high. You collapsed onto the bed, your chest heaving and your skin flushed and glistening with sweat. "Stop! It's too...ahh! So sensitive...mm," you whimpered, thighs trembling around his face.

As your body began to relax, he slowly pulled back, looking up at you with a satisfied, almost drunk grin, his chin and cheeks glistening with your juices. "You're so pretty when you come."

He pressed a soft kiss to your sensitive sex before trailing his lips up your quivering stomach, leaving a path of gentle kisses in his wake. He paused to press a kiss to your breast, his tongue darting out to flick over the hardened peak of your nipple, wrapping his lips around the hardening bud through the lace.

His actions made you let out a whimper and you could feel your arousal dripping onto the sheets, a wet patch appearing there. The lace of your bra began to stick to your skin, Lucerys' wet mouth all over your breast.

"Mmmh," you breathed out, your voice high and needy. Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to your breast.

Lucerys whined as he felt your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him to your breast. He could feel your nipple hardening under his tongue, your skin warm against his lips. He suckled gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak as he gazed up at you with lust-darkened eyes.

His hand slid up your side, cupping your breast and squeezing gently as he continued to lavish attention on your chest. He could feel your heart racing beneath his palm, could hear your breath coming in soft pants and whimpers. It made him feel powerful, knowing he could affect you so deeply.

He trailed his fingers along the edge of your bra, toying with the clasp. He glanced up at you, his eyes questioning. "Can I...?" he asked softly, his voice rough with desire. At your nod, he deftly unclasped your bra, tossing it aside to reveal your bare breasts to his heated gaze.

Soon enough his mouth was back on your tit, making you let out a sharp gasp. Your fingers caressed his soft curls, gently stroking his hair as he suckled and tugged on the hardened peak with his teeth.

Lucerys groaned softly as he felt your fingers in his hair, your gentle touch making his cock throb.

"I want... I want to make you feel good too," you whispered breathlessly, your voice thick with desire. You could feel his arousal pressing against your thigh, hard and insistent, and it made you ache to touch him, to taste him, to feel him inside you.

He could hear the need in your voice. It made him pulsate with desire, his arousal straining against his jeans.

He pulled back slightly, looking up at you with a heated gaze. "You already do," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Making you feel good makes me feel incredible." He pressed another soft kiss to your breast before trailing his lips up to your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your throat.

All the while, he rutted against your thigh. The friction was maddening, teasing, not enough but oh so good. His breathing grew ragged, his heart pounding as he lost himself in you.

He slid a hand down your body, his fingers skimming over your stomach, and your hips, before cupping your sex possessively. He could feel the heat radiating off you, could feel your slick arousal coating his fingers as he stroked along your slit. He groaned against your neck, his hips jerking sharply at the feel of your dripping sex.

"Fuck," he panted, his voice strained with desire. He circled your clit with the pad of his thumb, feeling it swell beneath his touch. His fingers slid lower, teasing your entrance, before slowly pushing inside your tight heat. He groaned at the feel of your walls clenching around the invading digits, your body welcoming him in.

You choked on a moan as his fingers began pumping inside you, your greedy little cunt clenching hungrily around the delicious stretch. A needy whimper escaped your lips as he massaged my most sensitive spots.

Unable to resist any longer, your hand drifted down to cup the hard, straining length of him through his jeans. You could feel him throbbing against your palm. You applied pressure, rubbing along his impressive size, feeling him twitch eagerly against your touch.

You gazed at him with hooded, lust-darkened eyes, your voice breathless and heavy with desire. "I need to make you feel good," you insisted, your tone leaving no room for argument. "I want to taste you, to feel you in my mouth, to make you feel as good as you make me feel.."

With that, you gently pushed him onto his back on the soft mattress, kneeling next to him as you leaned down to capture his lips in a searing kiss.

Lucerys moaned into the kiss, his fingers still pumping slowly inside your dripping sex. He could feel your hand rubbing along his aching length, the pressure and friction delicious torture. He thrust his hips up into your touch, seeking more of that incredible sensation.

He broke the kiss with a gasp, his chest heaving as he looked up at you with lust-glazed eyes. "Fuck, yes," he panted, his voice strained with desire. "I want that more than anything."

He watched through hooded eyes as you slowly slid down his body, your fingers trailing over his chest, his stomach, before reaching for the button of his jeans. He lifted his hips, allowing you to tug his jeans and boxers down his legs. His hard cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach and leaving a smear of precum on his skin.

He shuddered as the cool air hit his heated flesh, his cock twitching under your gaze. Lucerys tangled his fingers in your hair, gently guiding you down to his lap.

"Please," he whimpered, his voice high and needy. "I need your mouth on me, need to feel your lips wrapped around my cock. Please." His words were punctuated by the thrust of his hips, his cock bobbing with each movement as he sought your touch.

You smiled at the needy tone in his voice, your heart melting at his desperate plea. "I'll make you feel so good...," I purred, "...baby boy," you added in a barely audible whisper. You leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the trail of hair, leading from his navel down to the base of his impressive cock.

When you called him 'baby boy' in that sweet, breathy tone, he let out a soft, strangled moan. His hips jerked off the bed, a fresh spurt of precum beading at the swollen tip.

A deep blush spread across his cheeks and neck at the unexpectedly intimate endearment. It made him feel cherished, desired, and strangely vulnerable in the best way possible.

"Fuck, I love hearing you call me that," he breathed out, his voice trembling slightly. "Please, I need your mouth on me. I'm going crazy."

Wrapping your hand around his thick shaft, you licked a slow stripe from base to tip, savouring the taste of his skin, the scent of his arousal. You could feel him pulsing in your grasp and could see the bead of precum glistening at the pink head of his cock.

You stroked him slowly, your hand gliding along his velvet-soft skin, feeling him twitch and pulse beneath your touch. You spat on his tip, letting your saliva dribble down his length.

He watched, enraptured, as you spat on his tip, the saliva trickling down his hard cock. It was so filthy, so dirty, and yet so fucking hot. He groaned at the sight, his cock jumping and leaking even more precum at the erotic display.

Lucerys could feel the heat building in his core, could feel his orgasm already threatening to overwhelm him. It was intense and all-consuming, and he knew he wouldn't last long.

You slowly leaned in, placing kitten licks and soft, teasing kisses along his tip, your breath hot against his sensitive flesh.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," he gasped out, his voice strained and high with pleasure. He could feel every flick and lick of your tongue. "Please," he whimpered, his voice breaking slightly. "I need more. I need to feel your lips around me."

You need more?" you purred, your voice low and teasing, a coy smile on your lips.

At his desperate nod, you leaned in, wrapping your soft, plump lips around the head of his cock. You could feel it throb against your tongue as you slowly took him deeper, inch by thick inch disappearing between your lips until the tip kissed the back of your throat.

Lucerys let out a choked moan as your lips wrapped around his sensitive cock, your hot mouth engulfing him completely. "Oh fuck, oh god," he panted, his fingers tightening in your hair as you took him deeper. He could feel the head of his cock kissing the back of your throat, and it made his hips jerk up involuntarily.

"I've never... fuck... I can't believe how good this feels." He looked down at you with lust-darkened eyes, watching as more and more of his hard length disappeared between your stretched lips with each bob of your head.

He could hardly form a coherent thought, his mind hazing with pleasure as you took him deeper and deeper. The sight of your mouth stretched around him, the feeling of your tongue gliding along his shaft, it was almost too much to bear.

Lucerys's hips jerked up involuntarily, seeking more of that amazing sensation. He could feel your throat convulsing around him as you adjusted to his size, and it made him groan deeply. His chest heaved with each ragged breath, his skin flushed and sweaty.

You let out a gag as Lucerys thrust into your mouth, tears springing to your eyes from the sudden intrusion. You blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears as you gazed up at him with glossy, watery eyes.

The salty drops trickled down your cheeks, leaving a glistening trail on your soft skin. You could feel your makeup starting to run, but you didn't care. All you cared about was pleasing him.

Lucerys's heart clenched at the sight of your tears, a pang of concern and tenderness mixing with the intense pleasure coursing through his veins. "Shit, I'm sorry," he gasped out, immediately stilling his hips and gentling his grip on your hair. "I didn't mean to be so rough. Are you alright?" His hand gentled in your hair, no longer gripping, but caressing softly, his thumb brushing away the salty drops on your cheek.

But even as he said it, his hips jerked up accidentally, seeking the heat of your mouth once more. He was so close to the edge, his orgasm building rapidly in his heavy balls, heart racing at the erotic sight of your glistening, tear-stained cheeks and his hard cock stretching your lips.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," he panted. "I just... I need..." He couldn't even finish his sentence, too lost in the sensation of your mouth around him.

With great reluctance, he pulled you off his throbbing shaft, watching as it bobbed and jerked in the cool air. The thick head was a deep, angry red, leaking copious amounts of precum.

Your heart swelled at his tender concern, warmed by the worry in his voice. You gently squeezed his thick shaft, feeling it pulse and twitch in your grasp.

"Shh, it's okay," you murmured, voice low and soothing. "You didn't hurt me at all. I promise." You leaned in, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the weeping tip of his cock. You could taste the salty essence of his arousal on your tongue, and it made you crave more.

Lucerys shuddered as he felt your soft lips press against the sensitive head of his cock, your soothing words and gentle touch helping to calm his frayed nerves. He looked down at you with hooded, desperate eyes, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.

"Do you want me to continue?" You asked softly, your eyes gazing up at him with innocence and sultry promise. Your hand slowly stroked along his hard length, twisting gently as you awaited his response.

"Please, I'm so close," he whimpered, desperation clear in his tone. "Can you... will you... I need to come so badly." His fingers tightened in your hair, gently urging you back down to his aching cock. "I'll make it up to you, I swear. I just... I need to feel your mouth on me again. Please."

He was usually so much more in control. Still, something about you, about this moment, had stripped away all his defences until he was left bare and aching with desire.

"Such a good boy," you murmured, your voice approving. You breathed in deeply, pressing your nose against the coarse trimmed hair at the base of his thick shaft, inhaling his scent and placing a chaste kiss there. Holding yourself there for a moment, before slowly pulling back.

Licking your lips, you dove back down, engulfing his hard length in the warm, wet cavern of my mouth. Your tongue swirled around his shaft, lapping at the sensitive skin as you took him deep. Each time you sank down, your tongue dragged over his heavy balls, massaging them gently as you worked his cock with your mouth.

Lucerys let out a strangled moan. "Oh fuck, oh god," he gasped, his head falling back against the pillows as you worked his aching cock with skilful ease. He could feel every flick and swirl of your tongue, every gentle massage of his cum-filled balls as you took him deeper and deeper.

Lucerys could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in his groin, his balls drawing up as he neared his peak. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, not with the way you were worshipping his cock.

"Fuck, I'm gonna... I'm gonna come," he panted, his voice high and desperate. "Please, I need to come so badly. Can I... can I come in your mouth?" He looked down at you, his eyes hazy with lust and need. "I want to feel you swallow it, want to see you drink down every drop."

Gazing up at Lucerys with sultry, half-lidded eyes, you hummed your encouragement around his throbbing shaft, feeling it twitch against your tongue. Not needing words, you picked up the pace, bobbing your head faster as you worked him towards his release.

You wrapped your thumb and index finger snugly around the base of his thick cock, squeezing tightly. With each pump, you milked his heavy balls, coaxing out every last drop of his impending orgasm.

Lucerys's breath came in sharp, desperate pants as you worked him towards his release, your skilled mouth and hand driving him wild with lust. "Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!" he cried out, his voice rising in pitch and volume with each bob of your head.

With a final, strangled moan, Lucerys came undone, his cock pulsing and jerking as he spilt his hot seed down your eager throat. "Oh god, yes! Swallow it, please swallow it all!" he begged, his hips jerking up to bury himself deep in your mouth as he rode out the intense waves of his climax.

Thick, creamy ropes of cum pumped out of his throbbing shaft, coating your tongue and the back of your throat. It was an overwhelming amount, and he could feel you struggling to swallow it all, your throat working as you gulped down every drop of his release.

You tried desperately to swallow every drop of Lucerys's hot, thick seed, but some of it spilt from the corners of your stretched lips, dribbling down his twitching shaft. You pulled off his softening cock with a lewd pop, your chest heaving as you gasped for air.

Licking your lips, you cleaned up the mess, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head to lap up every last bit of his release.

"Mmm, you taste so good," you purred, your voice slightly hoarse from the exertion. You placed a soft, chaste kiss on the tip of his cock, feeling it twitch weakly against your lips.

Lucerys collapsed back against the pillows, completely spent and sated. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, a fine sheen of sweat covering his skin. He watched through hooded eyes as you licked and kissed his softening cock, cleaning up every drop of his release.

"Fuck...," he panted, his voice rough and low. "You're so pretty." He reached out, gently cupping your cheek and thumbing away a stray drop of his cum that had landed there.

You kissed and nipped your way up Lucerys's toned stomach, relishing the taste of his sweat-slicked skin. Reaching his neck, you pressed your soft lips against his racing pulse. A small smile played across your kiss-swollen lips as you gazed at him.

"Was that good?" you asked. You needed his praise and craved it like a drug. Seeing the blissed-out, slightly dazed expression on his handsome face.

Your fingers traced patterns on his chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath your touch. You snuggled closer, pressing your soft curves against his side as you waited for his response.

Lucerys gazed down at you with a look of pure adoration, his heart still racing in his chest. "That was... fuck, that was incredible," he breathed out, his voice filled with awe. "I've never... I mean, I've touched myself before, but that... you..."He seemed at a loss for words, unable to fully express the magnitude of the pleasure he had just experienced.

His hand tangled in your hair, gently stroking the silky strands as he tried to gather his thoughts. "I can't believe how amazing that felt," he murmured, his voice still rough from his intense orgasm. "I've never come so hard in my life. You're just..." He leaned in to capture your lips in a deep, sensual kiss, pouring his gratitude and desire into the intimate embrace.

You kissed him back softly, your lips curving into a satisfied smile against his. Your hand drifted from his heaving chest, your thumb gently caressing the sweat-slicked skin of his neck. You could feel his pulse slowly returning to a normal rhythm and see the blissed-out, slightly dazed expression on his handsome face.

Lucerys deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours. He could feel himself growing hard again already, his cock stirring against your thigh as he pulled your naked body flush against his own.

"I need to be inside you," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and rough with desire. "I need to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock." He rolled his hips, letting you feel how ready he was for you.

His other hand slid up your side, cupping the weight of your breast in his palm. He brushed his thumb over your nipple, feeling it stiffen under his touch. He leaned down to press open-mouthed kisses along your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

"Tell me you want it too," he breathed against your throat. "Tell me you need me."

You arched into Lucerys's touch, a breathy moan escaping your lips as he groped you. "Mhm," you gasped out, nodding eagerly. "I need you, Lucerys. Ever since you made love to me on that boat, I knew no other man could ever satisfy me. Please, I'm yours, all yours." You breathed your words into his neck, your heart racing with anticipation and desire.

Lucerys groaned at your breathless admission, feeling a surge of masculine pride and possessiveness. He liked the sound of that, liked knowing that he had ruined you for other men. He wanted to make good on that promise and try to show you just how thoroughly he could satisfy you.

"Fuck, I love hearing you say that," he growled, his voice deep and low with desire. He rolled you over, settling his hard body between your soft thighs. He could feel your wet heat against his aching shaft, and it made him throb with need.

."I feel the same way," he murmured, his voice thick with feeling. "I know I can never let you go, not now that I've had a taste of paradise in your arms."

He reached down, gripping your thighs and pushing them up and back towards your chest. The new position left you open and exposed to him, completely at his mercy. He took a moment to admire the view, his eyes roving hungrily over your glistening folds.

"Keep saying things like that," he commanded, his tip nudging your entrance teasingly. "Keep telling me how much you need me, how good I make you feel. I want to hear all of it as I fuck this tight little cunt."

You gazed up at Lucerys with hooded, desire-darkened eyes, your heart racing in your chest. "Please, Luke..." you breathed, your voice trembling with need. "I have longed for you. I've thought about your touch every single night, aching for you.."

Your fingers tangled in his soft hair, urging his mouth back to mine in a desperate, hungry kiss. Your knees were pressed against his elbows and against your chest. The new angle allowed you to feel every hard inch of him pressing urgently against your dripping core.

"I want you to take me all night long," you mumbled against his lips, your nails raking down his back.

Lucerys froze, his green eyes wide and unblinking as they locked onto yours. For a moment, he looked like he didn’t know how to breathe, his chest rising and falling unevenly as your confession settled over him.

“Say that again,” he whispered, his voice rough and shaky, like he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right the first time.

“I said,” you began, your voice soft but unwavering, “I want you to take me—all night long.”

His breath hitched, his hands curling into fists at his sides as he tried to steady himself. “Fuck, you can't just...” he muttered, his voice trembling. “Do you have any idea what that does to me?”

He kissed you with a hunger that bordered on frantic, his tongue delving deep into your mouth to claim you, to taste you.

He broke the kiss with a gasp, his chest heaving against yours. "I want to fuck you in every room of this house," he panted, his voice rough and low. "I want to bend you over the kitchen counter, lay you out on the dining room table, fuck you in the bath, on the balcony overlooking the sea..."

He rocked his hips slowly, his cock sliding through your slick folds, not yet pushing inside. "I want to please you," he murmured.

You felt the tip of his hard cock nudge against your dripping entrance, teasing you, making you ache for more. A soft moan escaped your lips as you arched into him, your heart racing in anticipation.

"We... fuck... we have all night," you sighed, voice breathy and low. You gazed up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, taking in the sight of his gorgeous face, his chest heaving with desire. "Please, I need you inside of me."

Lucerys groaned as he slowly pushed forward, the head of his cock parting your slick folds and sinking into your tight heat. He had to pause, his breath catching in his throat at the exquisite sensation of your walls clenching around him, drawing him in deeper.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he panted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. He wanted to slam forward, to bury himself to the hilt in one hard thrust, but he forced himself to go slow, to savour every inch of your silken passage.

His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he slowly pushed forward, inch by delicious inch disappearing inside you. He could feel your body yielding to his, your walls stretching to accommodate his thick shaft.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Take my cock, let it fill you up." He rolled his hips, grinding against your clit as he bottomed out, his heavy balls nestling against your ass.

"Fuck!" You gasped, your back arching off the bed as you finally felt Lucerys's thick cock sink deep inside you, stretching you deliciously. "Thank you, thank you," you whimpered, your voice high and breathy, your mind hazing with pleasure at being so perfectly filled. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back. "Mmm, needed you so bad," you sighed. "Please, don't stop."

Lucerys groaned as he felt your nails dig into his back, the slight pain only spurring him on. He began to move, withdrawing slowly until just the tip of his cock remained inside you, before surging forward again, burying himself to the hilt in your tight, wet heat.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he panted, setting a deep, sensual pace as he made love to you. Each thrust pushed him deeper, his cock kissing your cervix as he ground his hips against yours.

He leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans and whimpers.

"I'm going to fuck you all night long," he murmured against your lips. "Keep saying those pretty things, keep telling me how much you need my cock. I want to hear it, want to feel you come apart on my dick again and again."

He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust, driving himself harder and faster into your welcoming body. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he made love to you with increasing fervour.

"Lucerys," you mewled breathlessly, the word escaping your lips in a needy whimper. You could feel every hard inch of him throbbing within your tight, dripping walls, and it made you ache for more.

But you wanted to ride him, to watch his face as you made him lose himself in pleasure. You placed your hands on his firm chest, giving him a gentle push. "Sit up," you breathed out, your voice low and sultry. "I want to ride you until you can’t take no more, want to watch your pretty face as I make you feel good."

Lucerys paused, his eyes widening at your words. He hesitated for a moment, desire and hesitation warring in his gaze. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "I don't know if I can hold back if you start riding me." He bit his lip, his hips twitching slightly as he fought the urge to start thrusting up into you.

Your heart raced as you rolled my hips sensually. "Ohh, fuck, I love riding you," you praised him mindlessly, your words tumbling out in a jumbled mess.

"Don't hold back," you purred, your eyes gleaming with wicked promise. "I want to feel you throbbing and twitching inside me as I ride you hard and fast. I want to make you forget everything but the feel of my pussy around your cock, wanna watch your face as you come inside of me."

He thrusts up to meet your downward movements, driving himself deeper and harder into your dripping core. The new angle allowed him to hit that special spot inside you with every thrust, and he could feel your body starting to tremble above him.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice low and rough with lust. "Ride my cock just like that. Fuck, you look so sexy above me, bouncing on my dick like you can't get enough." He reached up to cup your breasts, squeezing the soft mounds and thumbing your nipples as he watched you with hooded eyes.

Gripping his shoulders, you pushed his face into your heaving breasts. "Suck my tits," you purred, voice breathy. "Put that pretty mouth of yours to work." You arched your back, your wet pussy making an obscene noise with each bounce.

Lucerys obeyed quickly, humming around your nipple, his tongue swirling and sucking greedily at the sensitive bud. He could feel your wetness dripping down his shaft as you rode him harder and faster, your needy little whimpers and moans spurring him on.

"Fuck, your tits taste so good," he muttered, switching to the other breast to give it the same treatment. He could feel his orgasm building, your tight cunt squeezing him like a vice as you chased your own release.

"I'm getting close," he gasped, his hips starting to move erratically beneath you. "I don't know how much longer I can last."

You arched your back, pushing Lucerys's face deeper into your breasts as jolts of pleasure shot through you from his greedy sucking. You could feel your climax fast approaching, your inner walls starting to flutter around his throbbing shaft.

"I'm close too," you squealed, your eyes squeezing shut as you teetered on the brink of ecstasy. "Don't stop!" Your fingers tangled in his soft hair, holding him against your chest as you ground your hips down, taking him as deep as you could. You wanted to feel him explode inside you.

Lucerys gripped your hips tightly and held you up, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he thrust up into you with increasing urgency. "Fuck, I can't hold back any longer," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his impending orgasm. "I'm going to fill this tight little pussy up so good. You want that, don't you? You want to feel my hot cum shooting deep inside you?"

He could feel your walls starting to flutter around his shaft, and he knew you were just as close as he was. He leaned in to capture your lips in a sloppy, desperate kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he pounded into you with wild abandon.

He gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he emptied himself inside you, his hot seed spurting deep into your waiting womb.

You threw your head back, a high, keening moan tearing from your throat as my orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your inner walls clamped down around Lucerys's pulsing cock, rippling and squeezing as you gushed all over his shaft, your juices splashing against his navel and dripping down his thighs. You were shaking uncontrollably above him, your eyes rolling back in sheer ecstasy, feeling like you had been utterly possessed by the intensity of your climax.

The feeling of Lucerys taking control, gripping your waist and holding you in place as he emptied himself deep inside you, had sent you hurtling over the edge.

It was the most intensely pleasurable experience of your young life, and you knew you would be ruined for anyone else after this. No one could ever make you feel as good as Lucerys just had.

As you slowly came down from your high, you collapsed against his chest, your body still trembling with aftershocks. You breathed out, nuzzling into his neck. "I've never come so hard in my life."

Lucerys held you close, his arms wrapping around your trembling form as he felt your walls flutter and clench around his spent cock. He could feel your juices coating his shaft and dripping down his thighs.

"You're incredible," he murmured, his voice low and rough with sated desire. He brushed your hair back from your face, tucking it gently behind your ear as he gazed down at you with a look of pure adoration. "I've never seen anything more beautiful than you coming apart in my arms."

He rolled you over, settling you beneath him on the bed as he leaned down to capture your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. He poured all of his feelings into it, trying to show you just how much this moment had meant to him.

"I meant what I said before," he whispered against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. "You're mine now, all mine. I won't let anyone else touch you, not after I've had you. You belong to me. You belong with me."

"Mmm, you know I do. And I could never imagine letting another man touch me again..." you sighed. "Especially not after witnessing firsthand just how... protective you can be. I mean, what you did to Aegon back at the bar..." you giggled at the thought.

Your fingers played with the soft, damp curls at the nape of his neck as you leaned in close, your voice dropping to a whisper. "It was pretty damn hot though, seeing you finally let go like that. I loved watching you lose control, seeing the real you shine through." You nuzzled into his jaw, breathing in his musky scent. "Don't hide that from me. I want to see that intensity, all the time. I'm not scared. I'm not leaving." You said as your tone turned more serious, cupping his jaw.

Lucerys's heart raced at your words, a surge of possessiveness and protectiveness rising up inside him. He knew he would do anything to keep you safe, to keep you by his side. He leaned into your touch, his cheek resting in the palm of your hand as he gazed down at you with a fierce intensity.

"I won't hide anything from you," he vowed, his voice low and serious. "I want you to see all of me, the good and the bad. I want you to know that I would move heaven and earth to keep you safe, to make you happy. You're not going anywhere, not if I have anything to say about it."

He leaned in for a passionate kiss. He wanted to brand you with his kiss, to mark you as his for all eternity.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark and intense as they bore into yours. "You're mine," he growled, his voice rough with emotion. "And I'm yours, completely and utterly. We belong together, you and I. I know it, deep down in my bones."

You gazed up at Lucerys, a gentle expression on your face. "Even though you tried to push me away at first?" You whispered, your voice soft.

Lucerys's expression softened at the reminder, a flicker of guilt passing through his eyes. He sighed, his thumb brushing gently over your cheekbone. "Even then," he murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "I was just... scared. Scared of how much I wanted you, of how easily you could ruin me if you were to leave. I knew from the moment I saw you that you were different, that you could make me feel things I had never felt before."

He leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours as he closed his eyes. "But I can't run from this anymore, can't deny how much I need you. You've gotten under my skin, into my blood, and I don't ever want to be without you again."

"Good," you whispered, your voice soft and breathy with feeling. "Cause I don't want to be without you either." You pulled him into another kiss, your fingers tangling in his soft hair as you pressed your lips against his in a loving caress.

The world around you seemed to fade away as you held each other, your bodies moulding together like two puzzle pieces finally clicking into place.

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