#they pulled out the hair on the sides of their head because just cutting it short gave them bald spots due to the spacing of doll hair

[hotgeniusreid]

He love me, He give me all his money

Aaron Hotchner x F! BAU Reader

Mentions of: Sex, Oral (f receiving), fingering, downright sinful is the way to describe this fic, reader is a literal girl boss who makes her own money but Hotch would literally hand her his 401K with no hesitation.

Text divider by: @ianrkives

!!!NSFW/MINORS DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!!!

“Aaron for the last time I told you, I make more than enough money to spoil myself, I don’t need to use your card.” You grumble, adjusting your phone using your shoulder to hold it against your ear, various shopping bags adorning your arms, you had decided to put your day off to good use, and retail therapy always had a special place in your heart.

“Honey the reason you make more than enough is because of me, I’m not going to tell you again, use my card, after all, I like spoiling you.” You can feel the smirk through the phone, with a sign you give up, “Fine but don’t get upset when I leave you broke.” You teased, “I can handle it, honey, want you to show me what you got with my money when you get home.” And with that, he hung up.

You shook your head, a small smirk on your lips, he wanted you to use his card so you were going to use it wisely.

Hours later and way too many shopping bags, you open the door to your shared apartment, you call out to Aaron, hearing him call back to you from the bedroom, you enter your shared room to see him lying on the bed, with gray sweatpants and no shirt. You smile softly, dropping your bags on the ground before climbing into your shared bed, crawling over to him, “Hi honey, how was your shopping, and how did you manage to carry that many bags?” He questions, arching his eyebrow.

You laugh, “Never underestimate the power of a determined woman. Shopping was good though, used your card to buy some stuff.” You murmured, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Yeah? You gonna show me what you got with my card?” He asks, trailing his hand up your side. You nod your head, parting from him and pushing yourself off the bed, you grab two of the bags you had brought home with you, before padding to the bathroom in your room, bags in tow, “I’ll show you when I get out of the bathroom.” You wink at him.

Closing the door behind you, you begin to undress. Grabbing the bigger bag of two you pull out the item you purchased, lingerie. A navy blue three-piece set that you knew would make him feral, you slip into it, feeling how nice and soft that lace felt against your skin, you were never one for lingerie as you would much rather just be stripped bare and cut to the chase, but the way it felt against your skin, and the way you looked in it gave you a major confidence boost.

And the cherry on top? Picking up the smaller bag, you grab the black box inside and open it up, a gold Cuban Link anklet with the letter ‘A’ hanging from it, you saw it and you had to have it, sure those were the only two things you used his card for, but you were sure he would be pleasantly surprised.

You fixed your hair up in the mirror and sprayed your favorite perfume, you gave yourself one final look before turning around and opening the door, “Don’t get mad at me, but I only bought two things with your card, and I think it was more than enough, don’t you agree?” You murmured, eager to see his reaction. “Honey I told you that you could spend as much as you wan-” he looks up from his phone to look at you, his sentence cut short as he takes in the sight of you in the lingerie, you walk closer to the bed, and before you get the chance to ask him if he likes it, he’s swinging his legs over and sitting up, pulling you flush against him, a growl rumbling in his throat.

“Christ honey, give me a heart attack why don’t you? You look so fucking gorgeous.” He rasps, his hands wrapping around you to grab your ass, “I thought you’d like it, I saw it and I couldn’t help myself.” You bite your lip to try and conceal your smile, knowing you have him right where you wanted him, he lets out a dark chuckle, looking up at you, his eyes are dark and lustful. “Mm looks like you were right, I do like it, very much pretty girl.” He brings his hand to the back of your head, pulling you down and pressing his lips against yours.

The kiss is hungry, the desperation is evident, the intensity of it making you rub your thighs together, you moan when he slips his tongue into your mouth, and you slot your tongue against his, fighting for dominance, and with the way his hand reaches up to cup your face has your knees buckling.

You pull away, lips swollen and breathing heavy, Aaron stands and grabs you by the waist, turning you and laying you down on the edge of the bed, he drops to his knees, pressing kisses on your thighs, “You still haven’t seen what else I got with your card.” You murmur, lifting so you can look at him, “What else did you get baby?” He asks, pressing more kisses up your thighs, you bend your leg, stopping his kisses by pushing him back with your foot.

That’s when Aaron sees it, the glint of gold that prompts him to look down at your ankle, seeing the pretty little anklet with the ‘A’ on it, and he lets out an animalistic growl at the sight, his cock twitching desperately in his sweatpants. He presses kisses to your ankle, trailing back up to your thighs, “So fucking pretty baby, gonna show you how much I like what you got yeah?” He rasps, pressing a kiss on your clothed cunt, and you shiver at the feeling.

He pulls your panties to the side, his hot breath on your cunt makes you gasp, the anticipation of what’s coming heightening the feeling, and it isn’t long before he’s licking a stripe up your cunt, and your back arches, a long moan falling from your mouth. Aaron groans, the taste of your slick coating on his tongue entices him to continue, he flattens his tongue against your clit, your hand coming down to tangle in his hair.

He looks up at you, seeing how disheveled you already look, your eyes low and pupils dilated, panting heavily and fighting to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head, you will yourself to look down at Aaron, and when your eyes meet his intense gaze, you let out a whimper. “A-Aaron feels s’good.” You buck your hips at the feeling of him mouthing at your clit, and then you gasp as you feel him slide in two fingers, instantly finding your sweet spot as he curls his fingers.

You feel it, the coil winding up and threatening to snap, the way he curls and thrusts his fingers, you can hear how wet you are from just his fingers, but you couldn’t find it in you to feel embarrassed because he was making you feel good. He sucks on your clit and it’s your undoing, your cumming with a whine, head falling back, and your thighs closing around him as you spasm and ride out your high.

Aaron pulls out his fingers and you whine at the feeling of being empty, you lift with the little energy you have left and see Aaron ridding himself of his bottoms, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach. You take this opportunity to rid yourself of your panties. He’s on you within seconds, pressing his lips to yours in a searing kiss, his cock rubbing against your cunt, your grinding against his cock, desperate for him to fill your cunt. He lets out a chuckle seeing your desperation, “What’s wrong baby? Need my cock?” He coos, and you're nodding your head, “Yes, please please need your cock.” You babble, still grinding against his cock, you gasp as his tip gets caught at your entrance, your looking up at Aaron, tears threatening to spill, and that’s all it takes for him to push his cock in.

Your gripping at his forearm, breath caught in your throat at the stretch, no matter how many times you had sex with him, taking his cock was difficult, your clawing at his arm as he splits you open on his cock, your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, still sensitive from your orgasm, you squeal when he is cock is pushing on your g-spot, the tears in your eyes start flowing from the pleasure, and it isn’t long before Aaron’s hips are flush against yours, your trembling under him, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

“Breathe baby, eyes on me.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, you let go of the breath that was caught in your throat, and looking him in the eyes as he pulls out and thrusts back in, you both moan at the feeling, and he’s setting a pace as he thrusts in and out. You're a moaning mess, writhing under him from the pleasure, he grabs your leg, placing it on his shoulder, and he’s bending you, the new position making him hit deeper and you take it, moans getting louder and louder, you hear the ‘plap plap plap’ of skin hitting skin, and you feel the telltale signs of your orgasm once more.

Aaron knows your close, he can feel the way your clenching around his cock, trying to milk him, and it’s working, because he is impossibly close to cumming with the way your cunt is clenching around his cock, and the way your lips are parted in a perfect ‘O’, and your eyes closed shut from the pleasure he’s giving you. He brings his thumb down and messily starts rubbing on your clit, and that is your undoing.

Your clamping down on him and drawing out a long moan, spasming underneath him, and it isn’t long before Aaron cums with a loud groan, painting your insides white, your both coming down from your highs and panting heavily, Aaron leans down and presses a kiss to your neck, “You okay baby?” He murmurs, pressing kisses from your neck up to your cheek. You nod “M’okay.” You mumble.

Aaron pulls out of you and you whine at the empty feeling, it isn’t long before he comes back from your shared bathroom with a wet towel to clean you up, he helps you take off the rest of the lingerie and helps you slip on one of his shirts, your fighting to keep your eyes open from how tired you are, Aaron lays beside you and pulls you into his arms, it’s then that you hear him chuckle, “So honey, when do you plan on using my card again?” You roll your eyes, “You might as well give me your 401K at this point.” He lets out a low laugh, “Sweetheart it was already yours the moment I laid eyes on you.”

[moonjn]

Spending a day with Xavier (headcanon)

first post on tumblr, yippie!! i thought of a headcanon while making a xavier inspired bedroom in ts4 where i envisioned him and mc playing console games in bed together while cuddling and finally go to writing it. so here's some xavier fluff for you, enjoy!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Xavier

On the off chance that he wakes up before you, he would lie on his side, facing you. He’d spend at least half an hour to an hour just admiring you, lightly stroking your cheek while playing with a few strands of your hair as the warmth of the morning rays shines into your shared bedroom. Sometimes, you’d wake up to those deep blue eyes staring at you. He’d give you a soft smile as he leans in closer, kissing your forehead and whispering a "good morning" in his morning voice. If you didn’t wake up, he’d spend so long admiring you that he would end up falling back asleep, only waking after you wake him. He would rub his eyes, still half-asleep, and pull you closer, trapping you in his embrace as he slowly drifted off once more. If you tried to put up a fight, he’d just hug you tighter, groaning and groggily shushing you. Either way, you’d end up falling asleep again because of how comfortable it was, and the two of you would sleep well past noon.

Once you had actually gotten out of bed, you'd spend most of the day lazing around at home. He would (attempt to) make pancakes for lunch, but they would all end up slightly burnt. You didn’t mind, though, as his cooking had gotten a lot better, and you were used to the taste by now. Besides, you appreciated the thought and effort more than the taste. He'd sit across from you, cutting his portion of food into bite-sized pieces, feeding you bites of pancake and berries, urging you to eat more.

Not long after getting out of bed, you'd find yourself back in it after lunch, booting up the gaming console and TV in front of your bed. Xavier would sit up, leaning against the headboard, while you sat between his legs, resting your back against his chest, holding your controller as he wrapped his arms around you, his own controller in hand. You’d spend most of the day cuddling in bed, playing a bunch of different games, and occasionally watching some videos before going back to playing both newer and older co-op games.

Once bored of playing games, Xavier would suggest taking a walk and going to the store together to buy some snacks and food. You would begrudgingly agree, simply because you were so comfortable in his arms. He’d let out a laugh, bending down to kiss your forehead and pulling you closer to his chest. "We’ll put on a movie, eat our snacks, and continue once we get back home," he’d tell you. And so, off you went, hand in hand, on your way to the store as the sun slowly started setting.

After buying a bag full of snacks and food, you would walk back home and eat your dinner, the previously lit sky now painted blue and purple, the only light source being the moon and the stars. After eating, he’d do the dishes while you set up the living room—lighting candles and grabbing a few plushies out of the closet filled with everything you had won at the arcade to decorate the sofa. Then came the fuzzy blanket, and then the snacks. Xavier would plop down on the sofa, patting the spot between his legs, and you’d plop down in between them, tangled up in each other’s warmth once again, watching movies, eating snacks, and occasionally chit-chatting.

Typically, you would always fall asleep while cuddling with him on the sofa, and this time would be no exception. You’d doze off while watching some romcom, and Xavier would gaze down at you with soft eyes before shutting off the TV, blowing out the candles, and carrying you bridal-style to the bedroom. He’d gently lay you down on the bed before heading back to the living room to clean up. Then, he would silently trudge back to the bedroom, slipping in next to you and pulling you close before falling asleep to the moonlight seeping through the blinds, gently caressing the soft silhouette of you both.

[scoupsakakitty]

Hi!! Could you please write like woozi x sister of another seventeen member like she is older to her brother so she is his noona but she is the same age of woozi, her brother could be from the maknae line like starts from 1997 to 1999 so yeah I don't if you can understand that lol 😭😭😭😭 maybe they're together since pre debut but their relationship became public just recently something like that hehehe THANK YOU!!!

The Secret Between Us | idol!Woozi x Reader | angst, fluff

Y/N had always been able to read Woozi like an open book. It was one of the things she loved most about him his honesty, his vulnerability, his openness. But lately, that openness had been replaced with a quiet distance that Y/N couldn’t ignore.

It had been a couple of weeks since their relationship had been made public, and the weight of the spotlight was clearly starting to affect him. She could see it in the way he would retreat into himself, his smile not quite reaching his eyes, the way his usual calm composure seemed slightly off. Tonight, after another long rehearsal, everyone was winding down, but Woozi wasn’t with the group. Y/N noticed he had slipped out of the room, retreating to a quieter corner.

She stood up and walked toward him, her heart beating faster with each step. She didn’t want to invade his space, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

“Woozi?” she called softly as she approached him.

He didn’t look up right away. His eyes were focused on the floor, his fingers tapping nervously against his knee. “I’m fine,” he replied, his voice not quite matching his words.

Y/N frowned, sitting down next to him. “No, you’re not. What’s going on?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. For a moment, it seemed like he was trying to find the right words, but when he spoke, his voice was low and full of hesitation. “It’s all happening too fast, Y/N. The fans, the attention... everything. It feels like there are more eyes on me now than ever before. And it’s just too much. I... I don’t know how to handle it.”

Y/N’s heart dropped. She’d known the public eye was hard on Woozi, but she hadn’t realized how much it was affecting him. “Are you saying... are you saying you want to end things?” Her voice was shaky with panic, her mind racing with the worst possible outcome. “Is that what you mean?”

Woozi’s head snapped up, eyes wide with shock. “What? No!” he exclaimed, looking horrified at the very thought. “How could you think that? I would never—”

Y/N cut him off, her breath coming faster now. “But you’re pulling away from me, and now you’re saying everything’s moving too fast. I don’t know what to think, Woozi. If you’re saying you can’t do this anymore, if you don’t want to be with me—”

“No, no, no,” Woozi interrupted, reaching for her hand, his touch warm but trembling slightly. “I’m not saying that. I could never say that. It’s not about you, it’s about everything else. The public, the media... I just... I don’t want you to be in the spotlight like this. You’re becoming a target, Y/N. And I can’t protect you from it.”

Y/N blinked, still not fully understanding what he meant. “What do you mean? I don’t... I don’t want to be kept in the shadows, Woozi. I want to be with you. I want to be by your side. But if you’re asking me to step back because you’re worried about the attention... I can’t do that.”

“I’m not asking you to step back from me,” Woozi said, his voice softer now. “I just don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want people to treat you like some... trophy or prize. I can handle the pressure, Y/N, but I can’t bear the thought of something happening to you because of me. You deserve better than to be in the center of all this chaos.”

Y/N took a deep breath, processing what he was saying. “So... you’re not asking for space from me. You’re just asking me to protect myself from the world, to not put myself out there as much?”

“Exactly,” Woozi said, his shoulders sagging in relief as he looked at her. “I don’t want you to have to deal with the kind of pressure I’m facing. It’s not fair to you.”

Y/N sat back, her heart still racing, but her thoughts starting to calm. She understood now. It wasn’t about their relationship or Woozi pulling away from her—it was about his desire to protect her, to shield her from the harshness of their world. It wasn’t an easy request, but it made sense.

“You don’t have to carry this alone, Woozi,” Y/N said softly, her hand still resting in his. “But I get it. I understand why you’re worried. And if this is what it takes to make things easier for both of us, then I’m okay with it. I’ll step back a little. I don’t want you to feel like you have to protect me all the time. We can still be together, but we don’t have to flaunt it for the whole world to see.”

Woozi’s eyes softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Thank you,” he said quietly, his voice filled with gratitude. “You don’t know how much this means to me.”

Y/N leaned in, resting her forehead against his. “I just want you to be happy, Woozi. And I want to be there for you, no matter what.”

They sat in silence for a moment, just holding onto each other, the weight of the conversation slowly lifting as they both processed what had just been said. For the first time in days, Y/N felt like they were on the same page again, like they were truly understanding each other.

The next few days passed in a blur. Woozi and Y/N continued to spend time together, but they kept a low profile, avoiding too much public attention. They made small changes to their routine, intentionally staying away from places where they might be recognized or photographed. It wasn’t about hiding—they weren’t ashamed of their relationship—but it was about reducing the noise, making things a little more private.

Mingyu, of course, had his own opinions about it. He’d noticed the change in Y/N and Woozi’s behavior, and he wasn’t shy about teasing them.

“So, you two are playing the ‘low-key’ card now, huh?” he said one day, leaning against the doorframe of their practice room. “You’re not fooling anyone. You’re still obviously together.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “We’re just... being careful, okay?”

Mingyu raised an eyebrow. “Careful, huh? Well, I guess if you want to keep Woozi safe from all the craziness, that’s your choice.” He paused for a moment, then added with a grin, “But you know, I think it’s a little suspicious that every time we see you two, you’re looking like you just walked out of a romance movie. Like, the way you look at each other... it’s honestly sickening.”

Woozi shot him a glare, though it was softened by the small smile tugging at his lips. “You really need to stop being so dramatic, Mingyu.”

Y/N laughed, feeling a sense of lightness she hadn’t in days. Even though they were still under the public’s watchful eye, they were finding their balance, adjusting to the new reality together. They weren’t hiding; they were just protecting what mattered most to them.

[nieceeee]

Just For Tonight

PS: What happens when your mortal enemy shows up at your doorstep battered and bruised?

Pairing: spiderman!gojo x black!reader

WC: 1.4k

A/N: Something that was just in my head and I wanted to get it out. Not sure if I like it but I had writer's block and I needed to post something.

Tonight had been a success. 

You were just about to pull the skin tight black suit from your tired body, the leather feeling like a second skin as you gently remove it from your body. As the warm materiel comes off your skin, the cool night air hitting your bare skin. It's been a long night-- your latest heist went off without a hitch. The robbery was perfect, a clean getaway with your new favorite possession. A clear cut diamond necklace. You slipped in and out of the shadows like you always do, leaving only chaos in your wake. 

The adrenaline still buzzes through your veins, but now, there’s nothing left to do but let the rush wear off. A nice glass of wine, a warm bubble bath and your faux fur blanket is calling your name. Curling up in your bed and forgetting about the outside world was all you wanted to do for the rest of the night. After your shower, you slip into a black lace two piece set and make your way towards your bedroom. Wine glass in hand, hair tied back and skin moisturized, you walk back towards your bedroom. But just as you begin to hang the suit up, the soft sound of knocking interrupts my stride. Three taps against your front door. 

You freeze. 

Who the hell knows where I am? You think to yourself. You are for sure that you slipped out without a trace from the heist. Your heart beats a little faster, a slow pulsing warning trickling down your spine. 

There was only one person that could’ve potentially knew you location but… “That's not possible..” He wasn’t even around. Three. Little Knocks and a deep vibrato calls through from the other side of the door as you press your ear to it. “Kitty.” it speaks breathlessly. You gasp.

Gojo Satoru.

Spider-man.

You’ve faced him more times than you would ever care to admit, crossing paths in alleys and on rooftops. His mask hiding that arrogant smirk while you throw all your skill and wit at him. And he always beats you. Always. It’s absolutely infuriating—because you know what’s beneath that mask, you know the real Gojo. The real Satoru. He’s never just the hero, the do-gooder Spider-Man. 

He’s always something more, something... dangerous.

He’s the man who’s spent more time in your thoughts than you care to admit. But tonight? Something’s off. You’re not sure what it is, but the knock—three solid raps on the door—feels too urgent. Too desperate.

You try to ignore it. Pretend like you didn't hear it. But your instincts won't let you. His heavy presence sitting on the other side, waiting patiently. The air was heavy with uncertainty and pain. Do not open this fucking door. You reprimand yourself. You don’t owe him anything. He’s your enemy. Your rival. You don’t have to deal with him. 

But again, the knock comes. Three more taps, more frantic this time. Something inside of you shifts. Maybe it’s the way it feels like he’s not just knocking for the hell of it—maybe it’s the way it sounds like he’s reaching out for something, or someone, in a way that makes your gut twist.

You move before you can think it through, your hand already turning the doorknob before you even realize what you’re doing. You swing the door open, and there he is. Your Spider-Man. But not the confident, invincible hero you’re used to seeing.

His normally spiky white hair is matted down with blood, a trail of crimson streaking down his face, mixing with the dirt and grime from the streets. His iconic suit—the one that’s almost always perfect—is torn, shredded in places, as if he’s been through hell. His mask is gone, revealing a face twisted in pain, lips parted with shallow breaths.

He stumbles forward as the door swings open, barely managing to keep himself upright, and you catch a glimpse of the raw vulnerability in his eyes before he speaks. 

"I didn’t know where else to go."

You should be angry. You should slam the door in his face, tell him to go crawl back to whatever hero group he’s part of and leave you out of it. You should remind yourself that you’ve spent years as Black Cat, battling against him, using your every ounce of skill to outsmart him, outmaneuver him, to get ahead.

But instead, you’re frozen. 

You stare at him for a moment, processing the sight of Spider-Man broken, desperate for help, standing on your doorstep. The man who’s always made you feel inferior, who’s always been one step ahead, now crumbling in front of you as though you’re his last hope.

Your thoughts clash. You can’t help him. You shouldn’t help him. He’s your enemy. You know his secret identity, and he knows yours. Every time you’ve crossed paths, it’s been a battle of wits, a dangerous dance, one that always ends in defeat for you. You’re Black Cat. He’s Spider-Man. The line is drawn in blood.

But there’s something in his eyes that makes the usual anger and frustration dissolve into something... softer. Maybe it’s the way his shoulders are slumped, or the weakness in his voice. The vulnerability that you’d never thought he had. He takes a hesitant step forward, and you can’t help but instinctively step aside, making way for him to enter. You hate yourself for it. You shouldn’t do this.

He stumbles past you, falling to one knee as soon as he’s inside, his breath ragged and shallow. You watch him, heart racing for reasons you can’t understand.

“Shit, Gojo,” you mutter, your voice catching in your throat as you kneel beside him, almost against your will. “What happened to you?”

“I—” He hisses through gritted teeth, clearly struggling to stay conscious. “I didn’t... I didn’t think I’d make it. Thought it was the end this time. They got to me... some of the others—" He winces, his hand instinctively clutching at his side where a deep gash bleeds through his suit. 

You feel a sharp pang in your chest, but you push it down.

“Stop talking, Gojo.” You grab his arm, helping him upright, guiding him toward the couch. “You’re bleeding all over my floor.”

He laughs weakly, eyes glazed with pain. “You’re not exactly a hero, pretty kitty. You’re not supposed to care.”

The words cut deeper than you expect, because they’re right. You shouldn’t care. You shouldn’t be helping him. You should be pushing him out the door and leaving him to fend for himself. And yet, here you are. Tending to him like he’s not the person who’s ruined your plans for years.

You pull his torn suit away from his wound, your hands brushing his skin with surprising tenderness as you assess the injury. “Who did this to you?” you ask, your voice low, cold. “Tell me, so I can make them pay.”

He lets out a ragged breath, eyes flickering with confusion. “Awe kitty. Sounds like you’re really starting to like me.”

You don’t look up, focusing on the wound as you start applying pressure to stop the bleeding. “I don’t. I’m going to kill them for making sure you come here and bleed out on my couch.”

His chuckle is weak, but there’s something behind it, a thread of something you can’t name. It feels too intimate. Too... real.

For a long moment, the two of you sit in silence, the only sounds the faint rustling of fabric, the steady drip of blood onto your carpet, and the quiet, rhythmic breaths coming from his chest. You work in silence, knowing that every second you spend here is a second you’re walking a thin line—between enemy and ally, between Black Cat and Spider-Man. The distance between you, the walls you’ve built over the years, feels like it’s dissolving as you stare at him, seeing the man behind the mask in a way you never have before. It’s complicated. Dangerous. And yet, you can’t seem to make yourself walk away.

You should hate him. But... you don’t.

Instead, you just finish what you’re doing, your fingers trembling ever so slightly as you secure the bandages around his torso, your breath catching when your skin touches his. “Thanks,” he says, his voice strained but grateful. You don’t respond right away. You just... breathe. “You’re welcome,” you finally murmur, and the weight of that phrase settles between you, leaving the question hanging in the air: What happens now?

But for now, it’s enough to simply exist in this strange space between hero and villain.

Just for tonight.

[lady-lostmind]

BIG MOUTH

Written for @steddiebingo Kissing Booth Prompt: Gags

Rating: E | WC: 883

Thank you @oh-stars for betaing!!

Eddie has a big mouth. He knows this. He never knows when to just shut up. He’s constantly putting his foot in his mouth, letting his words run away from him. Digging his grave deeper and deeper, leaving no ladder to pull himself back out. He hates it about himself. And also kind of loves it. Because it can be fun. 

Like now. When he’s obviously annoying his boyfriend to no end and he can tell he’s about to snap. 

“ –and they put all these pressures on young men, you know? To be athletic, and get involved in sports like that’s the only thing the matters and if you aren’t into shooting balls into laundry baskets then you’re somehow less of a man and–”

Steve groans. “EDS!” He gestures to the tv. “ I’m trying to watch the game can you–” 

Eddie nods. “I know, because you’ve had it drilled into your head since you were little that this is very important and–”

Steve leans over and clamps his hand over Eddie’s mouth. “I swear to god. I’m going to fucking gag you.” 

Eddie’s eyes go wide and Steve freezes so they’re just staring at each other’s shocked faces and Eddie tries desperately to not let Steve see the way this has gone straight to his dick and–

Steve’s eyes flick down, a mean grin spreading on his face. “Really, Eds?” 

Eddie rolls his eyes and tries to talk, his words coming out as a muffled mess with Steve’s hand still blocking them. 

Steve shakes his head, his eyes gleaming. “Sorry. I didn’t quite catch that.” He shifts so he’s hovering above Eddie, his knee slipping between his legs. 

Eddie groans into Steve’s hand and rolls his hips down on his leg. 

Steve chuckles and shakes his head. “You like that idea, huh?” 

Eddie tries to pull back so he can talk but Steve just follows him. “I kind of like you like this. It’s so quiet.” 

Eddie huffs, and glares at Steve over his hand, trying to seem annoyed even though he loves when Steve gets a little mean and bossy. 

Steve glances over his shoulder, eyes locking on something Eddie can’t see before flicking back to Eddie mischievously. He leans off the side of the couch, stretching to reach something while still keeping his hand firmly on Eddie’s mouth. He comes back up with Eddie’s bandana, dangling it between his fingers.

“Look what I found.” He swings it in front of Eddie’s face, chuckling when Eddie’s eyes follow it back and forth. He finally moves his hand, only to immediately stuff the bandana in his mouth. He leans back, letting his eyes trail hungrily over Eddie and reaches for the button on his jeans. “This okay?” 

Eddie groans around the fabric and nods, sending his curls flying all around him as his wide eyes watch a grin spread over Steve’s face. He unbuttons Eddie’s pants, slowly pulling down the zipper and tugging them off his legs. Eddie is tenting his boxers, a wet spot already forming at the tip before Steve even so much as breathes on him. 

Eddie tips his head back when Steve pulls them down his legs too, his eyes rolling back when Steve licks up his length, a muffled “FUUUU–” trying to escape his mouth.

Steve grins, wrapping a hand around the base of Eddie’s dick as he sinks his mouth down as far as he can, swirling his tongue around Eddie and pulling another cut off moan from him. Steve chuckles meanly around his dick, sending vibrations through him. 

“GAH–DAH” Eddie’s hands move to Steve’s hair, holding tightly and Steve slips down again. Eddie’s hips jerk up reflexively and he hits the back of Steve’s throat, making him gag and pull back with tears in his eyes. Eddie’s face drops and and lets go of Steve’s head while he coughs, trying to catch his breath. 

Eddie spits the bandana out, sitting up in a panic, hands hovering over Steve’s shoulders. “Oh fuck. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to–”

Steve sucks in a deep breath, a loud laugh bursting out of his lips. Eddie lets out a heavy sigh of relief, feeling ridiculous sitting there with his quickly flagging boner out while his boyfriend laughs. 

He tosses a couch pillow at Steve and shakes his head. “I thought I hurt you!”

Steve wipes his eyes, still trying to stop laughing, barely getting his words out. “You gagged me back–” He keeps laughing like this is the funniest thing that’s ever happened to him.

Eddie stares at him like he’s insane but a chuckle works its way up his chest and he starts laughing with him too and shaking his head. He leans forward and cups Steve’s face to pull him in for a kiss. “I fucking love you.” 

Steve huffs out another laugh, his eyes sparkling. “Even though I’ve been brainwashed to like sports?”

Eddie grins and nods. “Mhm.” He glances over at the TV and the game still going, but completely forgotten. “Want to finish your game?”

Steve shrugs, reaching for Eddie’s dick. “This is a recording of an old game. I’ve already seen it.”

Eddie’s jaw drops open in a gasp. “You little–” Steve leans down and sucks him back into his mouth. “OH FUCK!”

[punkrockmlchael]

Will You Be My Valentine? - Corroded Coffin Version

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These boys have been on my mind lately and with the lovey holiday coming up I just had to take my opportunity hehe

Includes: Eddie, Jeff, Gareth and Grant (Freak) - also these are with gender neutral reader!

Warnings: Alludes to Sex in Eddie's (but no actual smut), Mentions of sickness in Grant's but I think that's all. This is all fluff. As I've stated before: These boys deserve more love than they receive and I am here to give it to them and feed you all with the fluff in the process woooo!

Eddie:

(Word Count: 258)

"Will you be my valentine?" Eddie asked as he laid on his back, catching his breath. You looked over at him, raising your eyebrow as your chest rose and fell in time with his.

"What?" You asked, still slightly out of breath.

"Will you be my valentine?" Eddie asked, moving his body closer to yours. He repositioned himself onto his side, looking at you as he left a soft kiss on your cheek. He pushed your hair out of your face before his hand trailed down your side, resting on your bare hip.

"Eddie," you giggled, looking at him. "I thought I already was your valentine?" You asked, caressing his face with your hand gently. "I mean, we're dating after all," you smiled, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"Well, yes, we are dating." Eddie smiled, kissing your lips again. "But, I never formally asked you to be my valentine."

"Eddie, you don't need to ask me to be your valentine."

"Yes, I do." He argued, pulling your body closer to his. "And, besides, I wanted to ask you. So, tell me, baby. Will you be my valentine?" He asked, leaving some soft kisses on your neck.

You hummed softly, tilting your head to the side to give Eddie more access to your neck. "Yes, Eddie, I'll be your valentine." You smiled, closing your eyes. "Only if we can do this for Valentine's Day," you suggested.

Eddie smirked against your neck, kissing back up to your jawline. "That can be arranged, you know," he mumbled between kisses.

Jeff:

(Word Count: 262)

"Will you be my valentine?" Jeff asked you as you stood next to him at the stove, stirring the pot of homemade soup you two were making together. You looked up at him and tilted your head to the side gently.

"What?"

"Valentine's Day is next week." Jeff said matter of factly as he walked to the refrigerator to grab some parsley for the soup. "Will you be my valentine?"

You watched as he grabbed the parsley and shut the door of the fridge, walking towards the cutting board on the counter. "Jeff, honey, we're married." You reminded him as you placed the spoon you were using to stir the soup down.

"And?" He asked, beginning to chop up the fresh parsley for garnish on your soup.

"Well, I mean, isn't it kind of a given that we're going to be each other's valentines?"

"Oh, so, because we're married I can't ask you to be my valentine?" He said with a smile, looking up from the cutting board. "Maybe I have something special planned and I wanted to make sure you're free and still love me enough to be my valentine," Jeff said with a small chuckle.

"Definitely free for you always," you smiled, walking towards him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and left a soft kiss on his cheek. "And definitely still love you enough to be your valentine."

"So, will you be my valentine?" He asked, looking at you.

"Yes, honey, I will be your valentine." You nodded, leaning it to place a soft kiss on his lips.

Gareth:

(Word Count: 273)

"Will you be my valentine?" Gareth asked softly as he stood on your front porch with a bouquet of red roses.

You looked at him, smiling softly as you leaned against the door frame. "You want me to be your valentine?" You asked, smiling at the nervous boy in front of you.

"Yeah! I mean, uh, you know, we've been friends for a while and we've kind of been in this talking stage for so long that I thought, uh, maybe we could go out for Valentine's Day together?" Gareth suggested, shuffling awkwardly in front of you as his grip on the bouquet tightened. "You know, though, only if you want to," he added quickly.

"You mean like a date?"

"I, uh, yeah. A… a date,” Gareth replied, nodding slightly. “What, uh, what do you say?”

You smiled, stepping towards him. He extended the bouquet of roses towards you and smiled nervously. You took the bouquet from his hand carefully and brought it to your nose, sniffing the sweet smell of the bright red roses.

Gareth stood in his place, watching you with a nervous look as he awaited your answer to his questions.

"So," Gareth said softly, "uh, what do you say?"

"Yes," you smiled, stepping closer to him. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly, smiling more as you buried your head into his neck. "Of course I'll be your valentine; I thought you'd never ask."

Gareth smiled a really goofy smile as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to his body. "I didn't think you'd say yes..." he mumbled softly. "But, I'm glad you did."

Grant (Freak):

(Word Count: 244)

"Will you be my valentine?" Grant asked before he sneezed into his arm. He groaned, sniffling slightly. You reached for the box of tissues on your bedside table and handed it to him, frowning slightly.

"Grant, baby, Valentine's Day is tomorrow and we're both sick," you mumbled, watching him take a tissue from the box. He shrugged, blowing his nose before he looked at you.

"So?"

"So, I'm just saying, we won't be able to really do anything fun for Valentine's Day, you know?" You asked before you coughed into your arm. You sighed and placed the box of tissues back on the bedside table before you fell back in bed against the pillows.

"Picture it," Grant mumbled, falling back beside you. "We make some chicken noodle soup and then we come back to bed and curl up next to each other and watch movies until we fall asleep into our cold medicine induced comas." He suggested, looking over at you with a weak smile.

You looked back at him and smiled slightly. "You're cute, even when you're so sick and just lying in bed, you're still so cute." You mumbled, closing your eyes. "But, yes, baby, I'll be your valentine. Maybe we can plan something fun when we're not sick."

"I'm always having fun as long as I'm with you," Grant mumbled before he closed his eyes as well, moving closer to you. "But, yeah, maybe a real date when we're not sick."

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[ultravi0lence14]

CORAL REEF

DEAN WINCHESTER X MERMAID!READER

WARNINGS: suggestive content, dean being so down bad for his lil mermaid

SUMMARY: after a couple of watery weeks, dean learns that he likes his girl with a back bone; or maybe he should say a fin bone.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

a good two weeks had past since you washed up on the shore of sam and dean’s lives, and to say that dean was getting a little tired and weary was an understatement.

both brothers didn’t know what to expect when they housed a recently changed mermaid to human, but they didn’t expect for the absolute drama queen that would come with the package.

when you weren’t in your room — doing god knows what, sam and dean decided not to ask when you came back home with a hoard of shells — you were bothering them in the library. either asking if they’ve found anything yet, and publicly pouting when they said no, dean was starting to lose his cool more as the days went on.

today was no different, and as you strutted towards the library in a pink flowing mini skirt, small white tank top, and flowers decorating the expanse of your hair, dean’s cool started dwindling even more.

yeah, that’s right, it wasn’t because of your annoying jabs and ‘look at me’ attitude that ticked dean off, it was because your beauty was bewitching, and your attitude was something he found himself being able to handle.

the notion of mermaids and other supernatural sea creatures other than siren’s were benign to dean. he didn’t know much, yet he was wondering if having an ethereal fucking glow around them 24/7 was just apart of the gig.

your skin was tanned, like a crust of gold had flaked over the expanse of your body. the beach waves in your hair alluding to your home being the beach, while pearls enveloped the wide berth of your eyes.

and right now, as you stood by his brother, with your hip jutted out and the long length of your legs on display in your skirt, dean felt his resolve cracking one splinter at a time.

he tried, he really did try to ignore you when you went over to sam and asked about his findings. but when his backstabber of a brother went up to go to the bathroom, dean was in the war zone by himself.

“dean.” you called out to him, frowning as he ignored you. “dean.” you tried again, growing agitated as you realized he was blatantly ignoring you. “deeaann.” you sung out, stalking over to him and flicking him on the head. “for poseidon’s sake, you big dope! i’m trying to talk to you!”

“and i’m trying to work.” he shot back, looking at your beautiful salt water tinged hair through his peripheral vision and shivering at the pretty sight.

god, he hasn’t been this whipped since he was a teenager.

gasping, you stuck a hand to your chest and narrowed your eyes at the back of his head. “i beg ur pardon? i haven’t been this offended since my childhood dolphin fletcher dropped me for another mermaid.”

dean did look at you when you said that, eyebrows raising with a smirk on his lips. “are you fucking with me right now?”

“no,” you shove your head vehemently, looking off with a sorrowful look in your eyes. “saddest day of my life, i swear!”

shaking his head, dean turned back to his book and started reading back up on sea urchins and their powers. he couldn’t look at you another second. he had the ever loving urge to haul you over his shoulder and keep you close in his arms for the rest of time to come.

a loud huff could be heard from somewhere in the distance, and dean always jumped out of his skin when his chair was yanked back, pulling him away from the library table.

“what the fuck-“ his words were cut off as you plopped down onto his lap, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you stared at him with a pout on your face.

dean froze, his hands laid stiff at his sides as the sight of your skirt rising up on your thighs made his eyes widen. your chest was pressed to his, and the sight of your light blue bra through your white top had him stifling a groan.

twirling the pieces of dean’s hair in your fingers, you stared deeply into his eyes, enchanting him almost like a siren would. “what’s wrong, dean?” you asked, throughly confused on why he was acting like he was. “why don’t you like me?”

“fuck, sweetheart i don’t hate you.” he groaned out, hands rubbing up your thighs until they were latched tightly on your hips. “i could never hate you.”

“then why are you ignoring me?” you asked incredulously, hands tightening around his neck as you kept that blinding eye contact with him. “you can never look me in the eye, or talk to me for longer than five minutes. is it because of my background? because i can’t help if i’m a mermaid dean, it’s just who i am-“

“i can’t look at you or talk to you for more than five minutes because any longer and i’ll want to do something i will regret.” his words confused you, and the tilt of your head made him continue his word vomit. “you’re fucking beautiful, sweetheart, way too good for me. yeah, you’re a fucking drama queen, and a total spoilt princess, but i like that about you.”

your eyes widened to the size of pearly oysters, hands tightening on the back of dean’s neck at the realization of his words. he couldn’t bare to be around you because he had feelings for you, and that realization was liberating.

without even thinking, you pounced like a shark to it’s prey. sealing your lips over dean’s, it was like a wave crashing over you like a tide.

dean froze underneath you, but when he finally registered to what was happening, he reciprocated your feelings with a steady fervour.

a mermaid wasn’t like angel’s in the sense where they didn’t know anything about humanity. they were observant, sitting on their rocks and taking in as much human nature and customs as possible.

so when you shyly licked at the seams of dean’s lips, breaking them open and plunging your tongue in his mouth, he couldn’t really be surprised.

sitting up his seat, dean’s hand splayed across the expanse of your back, trailing up and down your spine as the other tangled in your hair.

the kiss was heated, a testament to how dean had been ignoring you for all this time, but truly wanted the opposite. hips grinding against each others, you felt an emotion you’ve never felt before.

just because you knew human customs didn’t mean you were 100 percent sure of it all. this emotion was something new, like a ripple of hot water scorching through your belly. it was all too much, and when dean pulled away, peppering kisses down your throat and collarbones, it got worse.

all you could do was clutch onto his shoulder’s, and pray to whatever sea god you believed in that this euphoric feeling would burst.

“c’mon, sweetheart.” dean mumbled, pulling up from the chair with you still wrapped around his body. “let me take care of you.”

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NAT BABBLES: i’m going for a summer roberts from the o.c meets riki from h2o with our mermaid queen🧜‍♀️

[lilithschosen]

Yes yes, we're here for the filth prompts but the angst hat is tossed into the ring: Vidal comes home from a long work trip (having had barely any time to check in with Agnes) only to find out Agnes has had to spend nearly the entire time with Evanora Harkness.

you fuck (affectionate) i literally don't have Evanora alive in my headcanon because she SUCKS oh my god.

so uhhh tw: religious parent who wants her very obviously butch daughter to be femme and straight!

As Rio pulls into the driveway, she notices a car out front of their house. One she doesn't recognize. She thinks on it for a second, running through everyone in their social group who could have a car like that, but comes up on nothing and shrugs.

As she climbs out of the car, she leaves all of her shit from the trip behind. Too tired to care, she just wants to fall into Agatha's lap and hear what she's been up to for the last week. She didn't get a chance to check in much, worked to the bone on a case she was called back to Boston to help figure out. She was up early and stayed up late, the only time she had her phone in hand was to order meals for delivery. She tried to send Agatha little texts throughout the day, little heart emojis or reminders she loves her. She never got much back, but she figured it was because Agatha was doing something on her own.

As she opens the front door, she breathes in the scent of their home and sighs happily. "Hey babe?"

She hears a chair scrape against the wooden floor and soft footfalls approach from the other side of the door. She grins, shutting the door, so ready to see Agatha again.

Instead it was Evanora, Agatha's mom. Her smile drops, forming into a scowl.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Evanora crosses her arms over her chest, sizing up Rio as she turns her nose up to her. "That is no way to speak to me, Agent Vidal."

"Well this is my house," Rio gestures to the room they're standing in. "I can speak to you however I want under my roof."

Evanora clicks her tongue, shaking her head. "It's actually my daughter's home, one she lets you stay in out of the kindness of her heart. She should know better, though. You're nothing but trouble."

Rio stares at Evanora, eyes emotionless as she runs her tongue against the back of her teeth. She hears another chair scrape across hardwood and looks around Evanora to see Agatha. She tries to smile at her, but Agatha doesn't meet her. Instead Agatha stares at the floor, her hair falling down past her shoulder.

Rio's lip curls as she takes in Agatha's state of dress. Tight fitting sweater with feminine cut slacks, something she'd never seen Agatha in before. Evanora's impact no doubt.

"Hey baby," Rio moved past Evanora and wraps her arms around Agatha's waist. Agatha shrinks from the embrace, still not looking up. "I have so much to tell you."

Evanora grunts in disgust and straightens her conservative looking dress. "I can't believe you've seduced my god-fearing daughter into your ways of hedonism. I should rescue her from here, bring her back home."

Rio recoils, moving to stand between the mother and daughter. "You're not doing a fucking thing. Your daughter is perfect the way she is, not in this weird persona you're forcing on her."

Agatha's hand grips Rio's, eyes watering as she slowly looks up from the floor to her. If looks could kill, Evanora would've been long since dead from Rio's glare.

"You know what?" Rio says, reaching for the door, "You can go. You don't get to come here and dictate what is good for her when you never gave a shit about her to begin with."

Evanora gasps, clutching at her crucifix necklace, "How dare you!"

"No," Rio stays put, hand in Agatha's, "You have done nothing but beat your nonsense into her, smothering who she is. I love her for her, you don't even know her. Get the fuck out and stay out."

Evanora's eyes fall to her daughter, expecting Agatha to instead throw Rio out. She doesn't.

"God will know what you've done," she seethes as she stomps to the door. "He'll know, he'll weigh your soul, and you'll be cast out into the fiery chasm below."

"If that means I can live my truth and embrace your daughter for who she really, genuinely, is? So be it."

With that, Evanora leaves. Rio locks the door behind her, breathing slowly to calm herself down. When she feels levelheaded enough, she pulls Agatha into a hug. She holds the back of her head, keeping her close.

"Thank you," Agatha says, her voice so small Rio barely catches the words. "Thank you for saving me."

Rio kisses the side of her head, breathing in her inherent scent as it calms her. She feels guilty that she had to leave, that somehow Evanora decided to come visit at the same time. That she couldn't protect Agatha.

"She'll never bother you again, baby."

Agatha grips the back of Rio's shirt as she blinks away the tears. She exhales shakily, trying to calm down. She feels awful. The sweater her mother gave her itches, burns her skin like it was laced with acid, and the pants dig into her hips in such an unpleasant way. She shifts in Rio's arms, uncomfortable.

"Come on," Rio says gently, pressing one final kiss to Agatha's head before she steps back and takes her hand. "Let's get you out of this, we'll shower. I need it after that drive."

The two walk in silence, hand in hand, to the bathroom. Rio gingerly undresses Agatha, making mental note to throw the outside away or even burn it if she has the time. She starts the shower, helping Agatha in, then sheds her clothes as well.

As she climbs in, Agatha clings to her. Her hands touching wherever they can, grabbing and pulling her back to her. They stand under the hot water, letting the last week melt away and flow down the drain.

"Never again," Rio says, more to herself than Agatha. "That woman will never again know you, or us. I'll press charges if I have to, I'll have her thrown into a fucking prison so far away where she'll rot and be forgotten."

Agatha lets her rant, doesn't speak up or try to stop. She can't, she has no energy to. She lets Rio be angry for her. She'll be angry eventually, once the looming shadow of her mother finally disappears.

"I love you."

Rio leans back in Agatha's arms, smiling. "I love you too. Always."

[maria-chwan]

Ice Trap - Sanji x Fem!Reader Drabble

Tw: side character death, injuries, hurt/comfort

"Don't kill him, Zoro. He buried a treasure somewhere. He has to tell us where it is", Nami interrupted Zoro.

The enemy scoffed. He swayed on his feet, bleeding heavily on his white cloak and fur boots.

"HAHA! I dug up that treasure years ago! It's all gone now! I used it to eat the finest food and drink the best wine! Take that, you losers!" the enemy taunted them.

"I changed my mind. Go ahead and kill him", Nami said and walked away.

"HEY! YOU CAN'T JUST- WAIT A MINUTE!"

Zoro slashed the enemy across the chest, cutting him in half. The man was instantly dead.

Sanji started to take a head-count to make sure that everyone had managed. The enemy had fought against them with ice powers, sprouting walls of ice from the ground. Some of the ice had been in form of blocks or spikes.

Sanji spotted Nami and Zoro taking care of the enemy. Chopper and Usopp were nearby. Sanji saw a glimpse of Luffy in the corner of his eye. When he went to take a closer look, he saw one of the captain's legs had been trapped inside a wall of ice. Luffy was currently trying to pull his leg out of the ice, muttering to himself in an annoyed manner.

So everyone had not managed to escape the ice traps. The ice powers had shocked them all, Sanji admitted to himself. The thought of getting stuck inside of block of ice... Sanji shivered from sudden anxiety.

That's when he saw (Y/N). She was a little farther away and looked like she was trapped.

NO! No no no no no!

Sanji sprinted to (Y/N), repeating a few words in his head.

I'm gonna help you, I'm gonna help you, I'm gonna help you-

When he got to (Y/N), he saw that her eyes were open. She looked at him and let out a relieved laugh, biting her lip to stop herself from crying. She looked like she was shivering and uncomfortable.

"(Y/N)-chan! It's okay, angel, I am here! What the hell did that bastard do to you?! You look so cold!"

"Sanji, I want out of this block of ice... Please get me out..."

(Y/N) didn't sound okay. She was begging earnestly. Her smile was wobbly and close to crying.

Sanji reached for her quickly, holding her head between his hands very gently to not irritate her skin that had been already damaged by the coldness of the ice.

(Y/N) was partly trapped inside a block of ice, which meant that her torso and one leg were trapped inside the ice but her other leg, arms and head were out.

She was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of colorful pants. Sanji wished that she had been wearing a long-sleeved shirt, because he could see that the ice was biting into her exposed skin painfully.

(Y/N) sniffled, a few tears rolling down her face.

"(Y/N)", Sanji said, looking at her with emphatetic eyes, inviting her to lean on him emotionally. He needed to comfort (Y/N) before they could start the process of getting her out of the ice. Sanji wasn't even sure how they would free her from this trap safely. His head was empty. His own helplessness made him hold (Y/N)'s head like it was the most important thing in the world to do, because he felt desperate to do something useful.

(Y/N) let out a contained sob. More followed. She cried pathetically, like a scared child. Each sob was slow and heavy, followed with deep breath in. Sanji welcomed each sob with understanding and warm gentle hands, focusing desperately on paying attention to her feelings and making her feel cared for.

(Y/N) looked at his face in the middle of her crying. She made eye contact with Sanji. Sanji radiated comfort and understanding. (Y/N) closed her eyes with relief and let out a tired worn out breath before she continued sobbing.

Sanji could see it in her reaction. The relief, the decision to trust and relax. He praised her for trusting him, stroked her hair softly and continued to stay with her.

He could hear people gather behind him. He turned to look at the crew who had arrived to the scene.

"Help her", Sanji begged, managing to keep his voice stable.

Franky took out a flame thrower. The others seemed to agree that it was the best option.

"Don't worry. You are going to be free soon", Sanji told (Y/N) quietly.

[icarusflewsworld]

Rhysand & Cassian & Azriel X OC

Hello, here is the chapter 33 of a fanfiction on the world of Acotar where our three favorite Batboys are the mates of a single woman.

Luxiana still hides a lot of things but I hope you liked this chapter and appreciated the revelations of the beginning of her past.

Next chapter, Sunday 16 and the three Illyrians will not bear not having been able to save Luxiana's wings.

Thank you again for all your love. I love you !!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

! Don't forget to read the previous and following chapters ! : Here

Chapter 33

The three Illyrians were stationed in the great reception hall of the House of Wind. People were bustling around them dancing, talking and laughing as they waited for the Starfall.

But Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel were just waiting for their soulmate. They were so impatient to see her arrive and to show her the Starfall. She had spent the day with Mor and Amren because they had to prepare the reception and do other things but they had missed Luxiana terribly.

And when, at last, she entered the room - accompanied by Mor and Amren and as she talked and laughed with them - the three Illyrians gasped.

It wasn't because Amren was also smiling and responding to their soulmate as if they were best friends that the air was no longer entering the lungs of the three males.

No, it was because their soulmate was the most beautiful woman they had ever seen.

They knew they thought that every time they saw her but now she was even more beautiful. They felt so lucky.

Luxiana wore one of the most beautiful dresses that Rhys' mother had created. A black silk dress. The flowing fabric hung loosely on her legs and around her. Her low-cut made the three Illyrians’ heads turn. When she turned around in circles to admire with wonder every corner of the room, they could see her magnificent bare back completely exposed and where only silver straps criss crossed to hold the front of the dress.

Her hair was curled and pulled into a sophisticated bun. But it was the way her eyes were made up in black -making her blue pupils shine a little brighter- and her gorgeous red-painted lips that were already making the three Illyrians hard.

When she laid eyes on the three of them, their hearts melted in their chests as they saw her jump for joy and bring a radiant smile to her face. She rushed towards them, leaving Mor and Amren behind and almost pushing people out of her way.

Luxiana threw her head into Rhysand's chest, opening her arms wide to grab Azriel and Cassian at her sides and hugging them close to Rhys.

The three of them laughed tenderly and were about to return that strange hug but she was so excited she already straightened up and took a step away. "I missed you today!" she confessed with an adorable and slightly sad pout.

Azriel smiled, running his finger under Luxiana's chin. "Sorry, princess. We had things to do."

"We had to prepare all this," Cassian said, pointing to the celebration around them. "But it was worth it if it allowed us to see you like this." He leered at the blonde's body, licking his lips. He wanted to make love to her in that dress.

"He's right," Rhysand confirmed, leaning forward to kiss her. He groaned as he placed his lips chastely on hers as his mouth tickled at the touch and as he had been thinking about nothing but kissing her since he had seen her lips painted red. "You are... the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," he assured as he straightened up.

Luxiana's cheeks were flushed red as she smiled with wide, bright eyes as she looked at the lord. Her heart was racing in her chest. She brought her fingers to her lips. "In front of everyone?" she asked as she looked around at the people who were giving her surprised glances as they spoke in hushed tones about the relationship she might have with the lord.

"It's no secret that we care about you, princess. And we want to show it," Azriel breathed, leaning forward to kiss the blonde in return. Then he whispered to her with a smile. "You're ours, anyway."

Cassian smirked as he leaned down to Luxiana to kiss her lips as well. "Everyone needs to know," he confirmed his brother's words.

Luxiana blushed so much that she couldn't breathe because she was so hot. Her heart swelled pleasantly in her chest. The three of them had kissed her in front of all these people without embarrassment, without shame, to prove to everyone that she was only theirs. Luxiana's body vibrated a little too much knowing that.

At her head, the three Illyrians laughed tenderly.

Rhysand calmed down to give her hand to her. "Come on, it's going to be time for the Starfall. I know a more private balcony to watch it."

The blonde grabbed his hand and followed them upstairs, talking happily about the events they were about to watch and what it was. She had read so many books about it that she knew a lot about its history and what it was and she wanted to make sure that the Illyrians did too so they could enjoy it to the fullest. And then, her parents told her about this Starfall every time the three of them watched it.

The three Illyrians couldn't help but feel their chests swell with joy and a sense of peace as they heard their soulmate speak cheerfully and display her knowledge. How they had missed her today, damn it. They would never get tired of hearing her talk for hours on end.

They guided her to a balcony away from the others and the hustle and bustle, leaving the four of them under the starry sky.

Luxiana's eyes were as bright as the sky she was looking at. She threw herself onto the barrier to grab it. She started jumping up and down, grinning with all her teeth. "I'm super excited." But she couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia and sadness deep in her heart that she did everything she could to hide. The last time she had seen this Starfall was with her parents. "It's going to be beautiful!" she shouted to stifle her thoughts.

“It couldn’t be as beautiful as you,” Cassian whispered to her, coming up behind her to wrap his arms around her. He placed his palms on her stomach and pulled her close, pressing her back to his chest.

Luxiana threw him a blushing glance over her shoulder but ended up slumping into his arms, enjoying the well-being that was taking hold of her.

Rhysand positioned himself beside them, placing one hand on the railing and the other on Luxiana's hand on the metal. She then turned her palm upwards to wrap her fingers with the lord's.

Azriel then placed himself on the other side and grabbed his soulmate's free hand to bring it to his lips, kiss it and keep her hand in his while caressing it with his thumb.

“It’s about to begin,” Rhysand signaled, pointing the sky to Luxiana with his eyes.

And when Luxiana set her eyes on the starry sky, the falling of the stars began. The blonde's eyes widened as her breath caught at the beauty of it all.

The three Illyrians glanced at the sky but, unable to resist, they lowered their pupils towards their soulmate to look at her and delight in her expressions. For them, she was a much more beautiful sight than the rain of stars after all.

It had been fifty years since Rhysand had seen that Starfall and only the cauldron knew how much he had missed it. But now that he was here, it didn't really matter anymore. Because what he wanted to look at more than anything else now was his soulmate.

"It's so beautiful," Luxiana managed to breathe as she took in the flying souls in the sky. Then she looked down at the memories that flooded her. Her parents could have continued to see this beautiful spectacle if she hadn't killed them.

Azriel and Rhysand frowned as they noticed her sudden sadness.

"Why do I think this makes you sad?" Rhysand asked, letting go of her hand to place his own on his soulmate's cheek.

Luxiana bit the inside of her cheek as her stomach twisted. She hesitated. Should she tell them? She really liked them. She wanted to tell them so much. For them to know everything about her. Without being able to think about it anymore, she opened her mouth to speak, to tell them everything. "Because..." But she was interrupted by a piece of star that crashed into her face with all its strength.

She cried out in surprise as she stepped back, forcing Cassian to release her. Luxiana's eyes widened and she brought her hand to her cheek before looking at her fingers and seeing silver stardust there.

The three Illyrians now in front of her, their backs to the barricade, gasped at the beauty of their soulmate with a piece of star on her cheek. They burst out laughing as they felt so happy. She was so beautiful.

She then burst out laughing with them. "I think the stars are trying to kill me."

“Oh no,” Cassian laughed, “I think they’re trying to make you even more beautiful.”

"It makes your freckles shine," Rhysand assured him with a glint in his eye.

Luxiana shook her head, smiling. She was about to rub the powder on her face with her hand but Azriel grabbed her to stop her.

"No wait, don't do this," he begged. "Give me time to memorize this moment forever in my memory first."

Luxiana could still feel her heart exploding in her chest. But suddenly, star projectiles machine-gunned the three Illyrians, making them retreat under the blows.

Cassian got hit in the ass by a gust of dust. Azriel was hit in the face and hair, as if he had done a brilliant gray coloration.

Rhysand managed to deploy his power to form a shield around himself but when the attack stopped and he lowered his shield, he got a trail of dust directly between his eyes.

He froze for a second as he realized that the stars had waited until he stopped protecting himself to attack him. He burst out laughing.

Azriel looked up at the sky and the stars with a jaded look. His hair was full of them. "Really?" he asked the sky.

“They shot at my ass!!!” Cassian huffed, trying to see his silver dust-filled buttocks by glancing under his arm and under his wing. “My ass, damn it.”

Luxiana burst out laughing, forcing the Illyrians to look back at her. She openly mocked them as she could barely breathe from laughing so hard. "Okay, I get it now," she said, holding her stomach. "I want to etch this moment into my memory too. I'll ask Feyre to paint it."

The three of them couldn't believe their eyes. They froze. She was so beautiful and she wanted to etch all three of them into her memory.

Rhysand felt his heart explode. "I love you," he confessed to her suddenly.

Cassian and Azriel gave him a wide look filled with surprise before understanding. They understood. They too wanted to shout that they were madly in love with her and had a hard time not doing it but it was much too soon. They then turned their eyes to Luxiana to see her reaction.

She stopped laughing gradually as she straightened up and adopted a slightly surprised and confused look. She glanced behind her, towards the inside of the building, as if she might think Rhysand was talking to someone else. She was out of breath but it wasn't because of her laughter, it was because of what Rhys had just said. It made her body tremble, it shook her heart and it burned her eyes. "What?" she asked in disbelief.

Rhysand smirked, his eyes never leaving his soulmate's. "I've fallen in love with you, Luxiana," he repeated softly, shrugging.

Luxiana gasped, her eyes widening a little more. Her heart began to explode in all directions in her chest, making her whole body tickle while butterflies gave her the impression of walking in her stomach. She couldn't help but have a big smile on her face as she felt pure happiness invade her.

He was in love with her? Luxiana couldn't take it anymore. She suddenly felt so happy as she had never been before.

She took a deep breath. She loved him too. She loved them too. She opened her mouth to tell them but she stopped in her tracks before a sound could come out. She looked down, frowning as she realized that, in the end, he knew nothing about her. He didn't know who she was, what she was, and all the horrible things she had done.

Could they then truly love her knowing everything she was hiding? She would love to so much. But it was not possible. However, a sliver of hope awoke in her heart. She then seized this spark with all her strength to cling to it and feed with it. She opened her mouth and went to reveal everything to them, hoping that Rhysand would still love her after this, but the lord interrupted her by raising his hand between them.

“Don’t say anything, please,” he begged.

“What? But... Why?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

Rhysand felt so anxious. He didn't want to know what she thought. Maybe she could tell him she loved him too but… what if she didn't? What if she told him she didn't love him? He wouldn't be able to get over it. It was cowardly, he knew that. But he didn't want her to tell him anything. He was too afraid of the answer. He wasn't ready yet. "I just wanted to tell you, Luxi. I just wanted you to know. That's all."

"But..." Luxiana tried, so Rhysand threw himself on her to kiss her full on the lips.

Although she was surprised, she still ended up kissing him back. Rhysand was a little calmed down. She wasn't pushing him away despite what he had just told her. She wasn't rejecting him.

They eventually broke apart and Luxiana was out of breath. "Can I talk now?"

Rhysand smiled. "Not if it's about what I just said."

“But…,” Luxiana tried pleadingly.

"No, or I'll have to make you forget what you want to say."

"Let me help you make her forget, brother," Cassian assured, taking Rhys' place and pushing him by the shoulder to kiss Luxiana.

The blonde laughed under Cassian's kisses feeling -although frustrated at not being able to answer Rhys- happy. Rhysand loved her and Cassian and Azriel didn't move away from her so maybe they loved her too. She loved all three of them.

Azriel rolled his eyes and grabbed Luxiana's hand, pulling her out of Cassian's grasp and into the building as everyone looked at him in confusion. "Let's get back to the party before it gets out of hand on that balcony."

Cassian growled in frustration and disappointment. He had wanted this to escalate on that balcony. He had wanted to pin her against the barricade, lift up her beautiful dress and take her from behind.

Rhysand slapped Cassian’s shoulder, laughing. He knew full well what his brother was thinking because it had crossed his mind too.

They then set off to catch up with Azriel and their soulmate.

The four of them walked towards the reception hall, at first in an uncharacteristic silence with Luxiana looking a little preoccupied. But they were relieved to see that -after Rhysand asked her how she had found the starfall- she had started talking cheerfully again in response.

She had then continued to talk about everything and nothing but Azriel gritted his teeth. Now that he knew her well, he could clearly see the difference between how she was when she was really happy and how she was when she was pretending. And there... She was pretending. He could clearly see it in the back of her pupils and in her smile a little less bright than usual that what Rhys had told her had disturbed her.

But why? Rhys should have let her talk, let her say what she had to say.

They reached the reception room and - hearing the lively music - Luxiana grabbed them by the arm to drag them onto the dance floor.

They talked, laughed and had fun while drinking alcohol throughout the night. And the hearts of the three Illyrians were filled with more hope when they saw Luxiana being even more tactile, cute and close to Rhysand during the evening.

She had fixed his hair, she blushed whenever he spoke to her, she took his hand whenever she could and she often cuddled him.

And Rhysand's heart swelled with hope, happiness, and peace a little more each time. She didn't push him away even though he had told her he loved her. That could only mean she loved him too. Damn, she loved him too. He felt so happy.

Of course, Azriel and Cassian had been jealous to see her suddenly closer to Rhys. They had also sought contact with their soul mate by kissing her, dancing with her, taking her hand.

And innocently, she had smiled pleasantly and reacted.

But Azriel could see the different way she looked at all three of them now. With a mixture of fear and apprehension well hidden behind that mask of sparkling joy.

But, if she was afraid of Rhysand's feelings, she would seek to distance herself, not to get closer to him like this. Azriel did not understand. But he was afraid of what it could hide.

Luxiana had been dancing and drinking all night. She tried to think about something else and forget by drinking alcohol. She hoped to ease her anxiety. What if they don't love her anymore when they know who she really is?

That was why she had been so tactile with Rhysand. Because she was so happy that he loved her and she was afraid he would change his mind when he grasped what she was. She was so afraid of losing them.

But maybe they didn't need to know. Maybe she could never tell them and keep hiding it from them for as long as it lasted. But how long would it last? And Feyre? What was Luxiana supposed to do?

Throughout the night, her brain kept pestering her with words and questions, giving her a horrible knot of anxiety in her stomach.

It was to try to calm herself down and ease her fears and thoughts that she threw herself at Cassian to kiss him when all four of them entered her room to sleep.

Azriel was reluctant. He could see that she wanted to sleep with them because she was anxious. He didn't like it, but he liked it even less when she wasn’t okay. So for now, he let her do it, but he intended to make her tell him what was wrong.

And as they had spent a wonderful night drinking, dancing and laughing, and as the sun rose, the three Illyrians made love to Luxiana for hours. Until early afternoon, when Luxiana fell asleep once soothed.

Before she fell asleep, Luxiana realized that her heart was beating incredibly fast with love. Because the way the three Illyrians had just made love to her was filled with feelings… of tenderness and love.

For now, she felt good with them and that was what mattered.

She would never tell them anything about who she was unless she had to one day. And that way, they could continue to love each other.

And it was with this last thought that she fell asleep in Cassian's arms with a smile on her lips.

***

Luxiana shifted in the sheets. The fabric caressed her bare skin pleasantly as she stretched and rolled around in bed.

Cassian -while Luxiana was until then in his arms- tried to catch her but Rhysand, on the other side of Luxiana and in the middle of his two brothers, took advantage of it to catch his soul mate.

The lord pressed her chest against his chest before turning with her to move her away from Cassian. He put her back to the bed by landing on her and crushing her with all his weight. He buried his face in Luxiana's neck who began to laugh in a gravelly voice at the tickles that Rhys' breath caused on her neck.

Rhysand took a deep breath of the blonde's scent, savoring her bare skin against his.

"Hey, it's my turn," Cassian protested, trying to slip his hands between Rhys and Luxiana's bodies to grab the blonde and retrieve her. "You had her just before, Rhys."

Rhysand let out a sort of growl as he grabbed Luxiana to roll again and put his back to Cassian, taking his soulmate with him. She was now back glued to Rhys and right next to Azriel.

"He's right," Azriel pointed out. He removed his hands from behind his head to grab Luxiana by the hips - taking advantage of Rhys' attention on Cassian. He pulled the blonde towards him. "You both just got her, it's my turn."

"No!" cried the other two Illyrians, trying to get their soul mate back but Azriel did as Rhys did.

The spymaster turned his back to them, wrapping his arms around the blonde who was laughing heartily. She loved this too much. She loved this too much. She loved them too much.

The blonde pulled herself out of Azriel's arms to sit on the edge of the bed. "What time is it?"

Cassian groaned as he admired his soulmate's gorgeous backless figure. She was so beautiful and he was hard again even though he had cum inside her at least four times just a few hours ago. She would kill him, he was sure of it.

"It's early evening. You've only slept a few hours," Rhysand replied, falling onto his stomach and resting his cheek on his crossed forearms to continue to greedily examine his soulmate.

Luxiana glanced at the bay window in surprise, her surprise heightened when she saw that it was already dark. She let out a small laugh. Another day goes.  As much as she enjoyed her days with these three, she couldn't spend them making love. She had things to do. But first, her stomach was growling. She let out a groan of displeasure. "I'm starving."

The three Illyrians let out a small laugh of tenderness as they heard the blonde's stomach protest loudly.

Azriel, lying on his back behind his soulmate, ran his hand along the blonde's figure, from her rib to her hip. He smiled proudly as he saw her shiver at the contact. "Want me to make you cookies, princess?"

Luxiana turned her head sharply towards the Illyrian with big eyes filled with hope. He would really make her cookies again? She wanted to cry. She looked at all three of them in bed and realized that she loved their tender looks and the bright way they were watching her a little too much.

She swore in her head as her heart raced and suddenly the thought, the feeling, the instinct came to her. She really was in love with them.

She shouldn't. This couldn't lead to anything good. She would definitely end up hurt, she knew that. But instead of looking down at the realization, she smiled. She loved them and she just felt happy and excited.

Surprisingly, she wasn't afraid to get attached to them. She didn't really know why but she trusted them. She wanted to trust them. She felt so good, at peace and alive with them. She wanted to try with them. She wanted to entrust her heart to them. She was a little afraid but she really felt more confident than ever.

She nodded shyly at Azriel in response. "Please."

But the blush Cassian could see on his soulmate's cheeks, as well as her cuteness, finished him off. He positioned himself on his knees on the mattress and leaned forward over Rhysand and Azriel to grab Luxiana.

But in the movement Cassian's penis touched Rhysand's buttock who began to scream to death in a grimace of fright.

The lord leapt to the side, as far away from the Illyrian's sex as possible. But as he fled, he stuck himself entirely to Azriel.

Feeling Rhysand's cock pressed against his thigh and the lord's entire body moving closer to his side, Azriel's eyes widened. He began to scream as loudly as Rhys. He got up, stood up in the bed to jump down and run to the other side of the room. "No, no, no, no, fuck, I wasn't ready."

Cassian burst out laughing as he grabbed Luxiana and lifted her over a pale, traumatized, and screaming Rhys.

The blonde burst out laughing at the scene. She let herself be pulled by Cassian as he pressed her chest against his chest, hugging her tightly.

She was laughing so hard that tears came to her eyes, she couldn't breathe and her abs hurt. She felt happy for the first time in years.

Their soulmate's laughter immobilized the three Illyrians who began to examine her with shining eyes. She had already laughed in front of them but the way she laughed there seemed very different. She seemed happy.

The Illyrians' hearts swelled with love and they were able to take a deep breath. They loved her so much. They felt so good. So happy. They needed nothing else but her and her happiness to be happy.

They all gave each other a knowing look. She hadn't pushed them away after Rhysand told her she loved her. She was happy with them. This was the moment. They had to tell her she was their soulmate.

So when Luxiana calmed her laughter, Rhysand straightened up into a sitting position, legs crossed, with a sudden serious look that took the blonde aback. Her face fell as she realized something was wrong.

Cassian released her to sit down as well. Azriel joined them, standing in front of the foot of the bed.

Glancing at each of them, she noticed the sudden change in atmosphere and the way their brows were slightly furrowed. They were suddenly worried.

Luxiana sat between Rhys and Cassian, eyeing them apprehensively. "What's going on?"

Rhys smiled for a second as he placed his warm palm on his soulmate's cold cheek. "We need to tell you something very important."

Luxiana frowned. "Okay…," she said slowly as a lump of anxiety formed in her stomach. She glanced at Cassian who smiled reassuringly at her.

The red-sip Illyrian brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Please don't hold it against us. Remember, we couldn't really talk to you about it before. We were afraid of your reaction."

Rhysand nodded and Azriel swallowed hard. Cassian retrieved his hand to press it to the sheets and squeeze them to hide his trembling.

All three of them were so worried and anxious. They were going to tell her that she was their soulmate. Their chests felt unpleasantly tight. They didn't feel very good. What if she didn't want them as her soulmate? What if she rejected them? After all, there was a big difference between sleeping with all three of them and accepting them forever as her soulmate.

They could hardly breathe as their throats were tight.

But suddenly, Luxiana's stomach cried out with all its might. She also blushed suddenly, feeling herself heated up entirely with embarrassment and shame.

The three Illyrians widen their eyes at the loud sound before bursting into laughter.

Cassian laughed so hard he fell onto his side, clutching his stomach. Rhysand threw his head back, laughing heartily. Azriel shook his head fondly.

"After cookies," he said in a laughing voice. "We'll tell you after cookies." He walked to the side of the bed and held out his hand to his soulmate.

"But..." she hesitated, still blushing and glancing at Cass and Rhys. They had to tell her something important.

"You'll probably be more receptive after eating anyway," Rhysand assured her, calming down.

Cassian nodded. "She gets angry when she's hungry," he managed to say, catching his breath with difficulty.

“Come on,” Azriel ordered.

Luxiana timidly took Azriel's hand which helped her get up from the bed. She let go of it when she saw her dress on the floor to throw herself on it and put it on quickly.

Rhysand let out another small laugh. "We're alone in this house. You can walk around the house naked."

“No,” Luxiana blushed even more shyly.

Azriel and Cassian laughed when they noticed this.

The spymaster walked up to the bedroom door to open it. Then he held out his hand to the blonde again. There was no way they were both walking in the same direction without holding his soulmate's hand.

Once she had her dress on and noticed Azriel waiting for her, she rushed towards him. But she didn't pay attention to balancing herself properly - no longer thinking about it - and instinctively she leaned too far forward and as she was unbalanced, she fell. She fell with all her might onto her knees with a little high-pitched cry before sprawling face down on the ground.

A powerful dose of adrenaline shot through the three Illyrians as they widened their eyes at the sight of her falling. "Luxiana!" they shouted as they ran towards her.

The young woman remained face down in starfish mode. There was no way she would ever recover from the shame she felt at that precise moment. She had fallen in front of all three of them. She would never recover from it.

Azriel grabbed her arm and gently straightened her torso, placing her on her knees. "Are you okay?"

Luxiana nodded, red with shame, placing her palms on her face.

Rhysand crouched down, almost sliding in front of her. "What happened?" he almost shouted. He grabbed her arms to pull her hands away from her face and eye her with concern.

"Are you hurt?" Cassian almost yelled, eyeing her up before leaning over to grab her by the ribs and lift her up.

"No, it's okay, it's nothing," Luxiana assured in a high-pitched voice of embarrassment. Despite everything, her heart was slamming against her ribs. They weren't making fun of her and they looked so worried.

"She's hurt," Cassian gritted his teeth as he pointed to his soulmate's scraped knees.

It wasn't bleeding and it wasn't anything serious but it was enough to make the three Illyrians wince. Their soulmate was so fragile. So human. This kind of wound would have healed on a fae by now. And on top of that, she was falling. She had fallen and they hadn't even been able to catch her. Could they really protect her? A ball of anxiety exploded in their stomachs.

“Fuck,” Azriel cursed. “Come here,” he ordered, pulling her towards the bed and sitting her on the edge. “It doesn’t hurt too much, does it?”

Luxiana felt her embarrassment ease into tenderness. They were so cute. “No. It’s really nothing.”

She tried to get up but Rhysand came to her side to push on her shoulders and make her sit back down. "Wait, I'll heal you."

Luxiana tensed all her muscles, trying not to widen her eyes. "No need," she assured with a small laugh to hide her panic. "Really, they're just scratches, don't waste your magic on that."

She tried to get up again but Azriel placed his hand firmly on her shoulder to sit her back down, giving her a stern and authoritarian look.

Rhysand crouched down in front of her. "I would never waste my magic when it concerns you." He shifted her black dress to the side to reveal both of his soulmate's legs. He brought both of his hands to the blonde's injured knees and a bright light of magic escaped from his palms.

But the blonde's wounds did not heal.

Luxiana gritted her teeth tightly and closed her eyes fiercely.

Rhysand pulled his hands away, stopping and frowning in the same way Azriel did.

Cassian stepped closer, his eyes wide. "What the hell?"

“I don’t know,” Rhysand breathed in confusion. He tried again but it still didn't work.

"Heal her!" Azriel ordered, not understanding what his brother was playing at.

Rhysand stopped trying again. He glared at his spymaster. "I'm trying but it's not working."

"Are you having trouble with your magic?" Cassian asked, confused and worried.

"No!" Rhysand replied in confusion. "I feel it spreading and I feel it trying to heal Luxiana but nothing is happening."

"You won't succeed to heal me," Luxiana admitted, opening her eyes sadly. It was bound to happen. They would have realized it sooner or later anyway.

The three Illyrians frowned at her. "What? Why do you say that?" Rhys asked.

Luxiana let out a fake chuckle. "Because I don't heal and you won't be able to cure me with magic."

Azriel shook his head. "No, you can heal humans with magic too," he explained. "Try again!" he ordered Rhys, who didn't bother to understand before complying.

Luxiana had a knot in her stomach. Her eyes burned. Would she lose them by telling them this? But they were so nice. Suddenly, she calmed down a little. She trusted them. She loved them. She took a deep breath, but couldn't relax her face completely. "Not me."

She grabbed Rhys's hands as he desperately tried to heal her. "Not me," she repeated.

Rhysand stopped his magic and when he looked at his soulmate's face, he knew she knew what she was talking about.

“What do you mean ‘not you’?” Cassian asked, his entire face scrunched up.

Luxiana looked up at him. "I'm not healing. I'm not healing anymore. Not at all."

Azriel frowned a little more. He didn't understand. What was she talking about? "You heal slower because you're human but you heal. And Rhys' magic should be able to heal you instantly."

Luxiana shook her head slowly. “No.” She looked down. “These kinds of scratches take months to heal. But when it’s a bleeding wound, it doesn’t clot fast enough and close up fast enough before I bleed out to death. So usually I have to burn them to close it up and stop the bleeding.”

Azriel took a step back. "What?" He didn't understand. "But humans heal better than that normally. And Rhys should be able to heal you anyway."

"Yes, but not me," Luxiana repeated, her gaze glistening with fear locked with Azriel's. "Other faes have tried to heal me without success."

The Illyrian took another step back as he noticed the distress in the blonde's pupils. He was afraid of the fear in her eyes. He was afraid to ask the question. He was afraid of the answer she would give him as his instincts screamed that he would hate this. But the word came out alone. "Why?"

"Because my body has been so traumatized and injured that it now refuses to heal itself or be healed."

[kitsunexgari]

Summary: You have been dating In-ho for quite awhile, and though things are amazing, there’s one fantasy you’ve always wanted to try. Something a bit darker than usual. One night he surprises you with your darkest desires. Tags: Edge Play, Torture, Fear play, Dom/Sub, Restraints, Consensual but pretty insane. Knife play, spanking, fingering, face fucking, orgasm denial, forced orgasms, humiliation, degradation, dirty talk, Read with Caution. Notes: This story is definitely not for everyone and may contain elements that people aren’t entirely happy with. Please read with caution. This story is for adult entertainment only. 

You have been dating In-ho for quite a long time now and both of you get along amazingly. Luckily when it all started you were both into the same things, wanted to explore the same concepts and eventually went from normal BDSM into edge play. Your sex life was anything but boring or vanilla but there was something in the back of your mind you always wanted to try. 

He always seemed kind of hesitant telling you that you wouldn't like it, that the fantasy was better than the reality. Not that he was really being dismissive or rude, just concerned that it could be too intense and scare you a bit too much. You reminded him that you had a safe word so if it got that way then it wouldn't matter but he didn't seem too keen on it. You figured that maybe he was right and you could live without that fantasy at least for now.

Still every time you entered the house alone it was on your mind. The thought of some intruder grabbing you, taking you somewhere “against your will” and forcing you into submission. Of course, the fantasy was for In-ho to do this while pretending to be someone else, and also, you knew he could because of who he was. You could see how it may not interest him, basically asking for him to “work” and also have sex with you but it never left the back of your mind.

In-ho had been out of town for a bit for work and you were returning from your own job. As you head into the kitchen to heat up some leftover food from the night before you are grabbed from behind. A knife presses into your throat as a hand covers your mouth. You scream and struggle until you realize you recognize this hold, you recognize this scent, you know exactly what and who this is even if you never expected it in a million years. Your heart is still pounding because he doesn't seem very keen on breaking the immersion of this fantasy despite your reaction.

"All alone?" He growls in your ear. 

"Yes I-" 

"SHUT UP!" he snarls, the knife pressing into your skin sharply cutting it just a bit. You hiss with pain but your body shivers with pleasure, completely stunned he's using a real knife but you have no complaints. He's done things like this before and you've always loved the little marks he's left to signify how much he owns you. "I know exactly what I'm going to do with you, little girl." 

You can feel him as he rubs against you a bit, how aroused he is already. You are a bit stunned as he always made it seem as if this scenario didn't interest him in the slightest but it is now clear that he'd been lying to you about it. He leans in and bites at your neck roughly, on the other side, as he keeps the knife pressed where it's already being held before he reaches up and grabs you by the hair yanking your head back so you are forced to look up at him at a nearly impossible angle.

"We are going to have a lot of fun," He grins. The switchblade he's holding is pocketed and you are pulled by your hair into the next room where he quickly pins you face first into a wall. "Such a pretty little cocktease you know I've been watching you for awhile." He grabs your ass, squeezing it painfully hard before yanking your arms behind your back and tying them at the wrists with some annoyingly rough and irritating rope but that just adds to the rest of the sensations that he is providing you. 

"Please-" 

"Please what? Do you think I fucking care what a little fuck toy like you wants? No...you're mine now and I will do what ever I please and you will do what I fucking say...got it?" He snaps though he doesn't give you any actual time to answer before he lifts you and throws you over his shoulder roughly. You squeal, not expecting that at all but he pays no attention to it. You are far too small and powerless to fight him, even if you actually wanted to, and now your arms are restrained behind your back making any effort futile. You kick your legs a bit which really only earns you a slap to your ass. Then another, then another. He's not being gentle either, in fact, he's using as much force as possible and it's harder than it's ever been. You are sure it will bruise but the idea of that only makes you wet. 

"Please...sir I don't want-" 

"The fuck did I just say about what you want?" He snarls and heads up the stairs with you. "Who's even gonna stop me, that weak little boyfriend of yours? Yes...I know." 

"He's-" 

"Oh no bitch...I'm your Daddy tonight." He cuts you off. You enter the bedroom and he throws you onto the bed with very little regard for your feelings, almost as if you are just a sex doll there for his pleasure. He looks you over with a gleam in his eye. The switchblade is once again removed from his back pocket. You whine and back up on the bed but there isn't much you can do with your hands tied like they are. The blade pops up and he joins you, crawling over you to hold the knife right where you can see it. Your eyes naturally focus on the weapon in his hand. "Going to be a good girl?" 

"Y-Yes..." You breathe but he slaps you roughly and then grabs your chin forcing you to look right back at him. 

"YES. WHAT?" He demands. 

"Y-Yes...Daddy." You whimper. 

"That's a good girl," He replies in a voice that is as sinister as it is soothing. He runs his tongue over the knife lewdly before he moves the blade down to your blouse, using it to slowly and meticulously pop off each button until he has it open. His strange grin gets even bigger when your breasts are partially exposed but he wastes no time cutting the bra open from the front to release them. "Fuck..." He leans in, starting to lick over your chest, seemingly making sure to leave behind as much saliva as he possibly can. 

"Please!" You beg pathetically, though what you really want is his cock you also don't know what kind of punishment you will get for not cooperating or what he'll do to you if you start begging like a pathetic little whore. 

"PLEASE! PLEASE HELP ME!" He taunts in a mocking voice before using the knife to make a cut across the top of your breasts, nothing that will scar or bleed too much but enough to sting. You cry out in pain and look away from him before he grabs your hair and turns your head back to look at him, roughly, and spits in your eyes. "You better start acting like the whore you are for him, you think I don't know huh? Bet you suck his cock real good little girl." 

"I...I don't-" 

"You don't what? I know what girls like you do...what you want...you fucking whore." He accuses moving the blade he's been using to your lips. "Give it a kiss...for Daddy." You whine and try to shy away but he persists until you have no choice but to kiss the blade. He laughs before violently stabbing the knife into the wall right by your head. Not expecting that you scream loudly, that seemed like a close call. 

"FUCK!" You yell then shy away from him as you notice that he didn't like a scream that loud in his face. 

"Fuck? Is that what you want? Thought you did, glad to see you're coming around on this." He grins. He pats your face roughly as if you are some sort of idiot lap dog before running his hand roughly up your thigh and under your skirt to your panties. "Looks like someone's hot and wet for Daddy..." He teases. You thrust up towards his hand and can't help but moan. He growls, shoving your panties aside to get two fingers in there roughly. You moan again and he leans in, capturing your mouth in a sloppy wet kiss. It seems he's intentionally being awful at this which only really makes it better.

"You think I'm really going to let you cum like this huh? Before me? Before DADDY?" He asks. You look at him, dumbfounded, then shake your head no slightly. He laughs, removes the fingers from your cunt and jams them into your mouth roughly, making you choke and gag, his other hand holding the back of your head in place so you can't possibly get away from this. "Think again...Daddy cums first and then maybe if you make it real good he'll let you cum too. Got that?" He pulls his fingers from your mouth and you gasp and cough trying to get your breath back. 

"Y-es Daddy...of course..." You pant. 

"Now...show me how you suck his cock." He tells you. He grabs your ankle and slides you down until you are on your back. Getting over you he unbuttons then unzips his pants, getting them down only far enough to get his cock out. He straddles you so he's right over your face, stroking himself a few times but he's already incredibly hard. Dripping precum. HIs hand moves to your jaw to pry it open before he jams himself in there angling his body in just the right way that he slips into your throat if you like it or not. "Oh yeah...fuck...that's a good little girl bet you don't ever let Daddy do this do you? No, you're too fucking good for that shit...stuck up little spoiled princess..." He's panting and even growling like an animal as he starts to fuck your throat almost as brutally as he'd fuck your cunt. It's restrained, of course, but it's still pretty rough. Not that you care, he hasn't ever done this before and you are in absolute heaven being used in such a fashion. 

"That's right...you're nothing but a dirty little bitch huh? I know you’re nice and fucking ready for me aren't you? But you aren't getting this cock...no you're just getting my cum going to take it like a good girl and like it." He pants and speeds up a bit. You know the best thing to do here is just relax and take it but luckily at this angle it makes it much easier for him to do what he's doing and keeps the gagging and choking to the minimum. You are already an expert at deep throating so that was never a problem but he's never attempted to literally fuck your throat. His groans are loud, coupled with angry almost feral growls as he continues his assault. Every so often he pulls back just enough to make sure you can get in a few gasps of air before going back to it until his hand grips at your hair tightly, yanking it back. 

He lets out an almost glorious roar as he cums but he makes sure to move back to get it in your mouth and then stroke the rest of it over your face and hair. You swallow when you get the chance, gasping loudly as you don't expect the rest of it. He smiles and sits back, admiring his work before he grabs your throat and shoves you until you are sitting up and looking him in the eyes as much as you can through the cum he left on your face.

"You pretend like you don't know what you're doing but you fucking know...I know all about girls like you. Get up." He snaps. All you can do is nod and scramble to your feet the moment he releases you. He gets up as well, tucking his cock away as you feel a sad pang that you won't be getting fucked with that tonight and yet, it'll still all be worth it, you are sure whatever he's about to do will make up for that. Grabbing your hair again he forces you down to bend over the bed. You struggle with your restraints and he shoves your skirt up over your hips to expose you from behind. He pulls the belt from his pants easily enough and lashes you a few times roughly. 

"Such a pretty little cunt...nice ass too...bet he loves that." He snarls and strikes you again causing another scream. "FUCKING THANK YOUR DADDY FOR TEACHING YOU A LESSON BITCH!" 

"T-Thank...Thank you Daddy! I deserve this!" You yell back without thinking. 

"Deserve it...for...what?" He demands punctuating the last two words with the most brutal slaps yet. You are sure he has broken the skin there and you become more positive as the belt drops and he grabs your ass again, squeezing it tightly. You scream.

"Thank you Daddy! I...I deserve this for being such a horrible...cockteasing...slut!" You sob, mostly because you are so desperate to cum it's painful and he's only denying you the pleasure you seek. He chuckles and slaps your cunt with his hand next as it is in the perfect position for that with how you are bent over the bed. For whatever reason, that's enough to send you over the edge to your climax. You squeal and writhe against the bed, pulling at the restraints around your wrists roughly. 

"Oh....no no little girl no one gave you permission to do that, you cum when Daddy tells you to cum," He breathes in a deliciously evil voice. His fingers penetrate you again, roughly but knowing exactly what you like. You squeal, as you are hypersensitive right now but he doesn't show any signs of relenting. He starts to use his thumb to stimulate your clit. You scream in pleasure and in pain almost unable to catch your breath, struggling to get away from him just as much as you struggle for more stimulation your body doesn't really know what it wants. "Aww is the poor little slut tired of cumming already?" 

"DADDY!" You screech but it doesn't matter, a moment later you a climaxing again and again, against your will but fuck...is it amazing. Pain, ecstasy, everything combined into one until you are certain you will pass out. Seemingly only after he's milked your body for every last orgasm it can possibly get he stops and removes his hand. He pats your ass gently and picks you up in his arms kissing your forehead. 

"You okay?" He asks softly. You glance up at him lazily, noticing his playful grin despite all his protests about not wanting to do this before you can see how proud he is of his own performance, and yours as well. 

"Yes," You whisper, "Thank you." 

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He says, then carries you towards the bathroom. You don't think you've ever experienced anything so intense with him before and you are grateful that this is the type of thing you two can share and enjoy together. 

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Beach Brat

Pairing: Azriel x Eris Vanserra

Summary: Beach sex. Also Azriel has eleven toes and Eris is into it, idk.

3.2k words of smut, all below the cut and also on ao3!

Enjoy! 😘

They were sprawled out on the plush cushion in their reserved gazebo, and Azriel’s tan tree trunk of a thigh was thrown over Eris’s hips. Azriel was nuzzling his face against Eris’s chest, tracing his finger down the lines of Eris’s abs, having far too much fun trying to tickle him. It wasn’t working, but Azriel was nearly giggling with mischievous glee as he tried, so Eris allowed it, a begrudging grin gracing his face.

Eris was running his hands up and down Azriel’s side, following the curves of the man’s hip down to the small sensitive area before his pelvis to make him shiver prettily.

Eris traced over the small cobalt and obsidian beads that made up the layered stack of his waist chains. Rolling one bead between his thumb and forefinger, he shifted the chain and pulled it around, dragging the strand he was playing with until he reached the delicate small of Azriel’s back. He released the chain after making Az squirm a bit from the ticklish chafing and travelled further down, savoring the feel of Azriel’s smooth skin passing under the palm of his hand. He rested his hand low on Azriel’s hip, teasing at the waistband of Azriel’s skirt with his outstretched thumb, occasionally pulling at the fabric with his nail.

Eris lifted his reclined head, used his other hand to lift the salted rim of his margarita to his lips and took a deep sip (Okay it was more like a gulp, what’re you gonna do? Sue him? He’d win, and he’s on vacation, so fuck off.) Azriel looked up as he heard Eris swallow, flashed his puppy eyes, then opened and closed his mouth a few times- like an adorable fish- wordlessly asking for a sip. Eris brought the edge of the glass to Azriel’s pleading parted lips with thinly veiled amusement.

Azriel accepted with a grateful grin, his own Mojito long since banished to the shadow realm to focus on his endeavor of tormenting his boyfriend. Azriel’s eyes widened in delight as he took a large gulp.

Eris raked his fingers through Azriel’s hair, taking great satisfaction in the serene expression that overtook his glistening face. (It was hot as fuck out, this is not a “this is the skin of a killer” situation, a referance he understood because Azriel had worn him down until he caved and watched all the Twilight movies with him. They were still picking up stray popcorn kernels buried in the hard-to-reach crevices of their sofa from all the ways Eris roughly took Azriel there for the privilege of a movie binge.)

“Mm, thank you, that’s really fucking good.” Azriel’s eyes followed as Eris set the drink back down, licking the last taste of watermelon cocktail from his luscious lips.

“Maybe get one yourself the next time we get drinks, my beloved thief,” Eris suggested, having lost most of his cocktails over the last two days to his thirsty man.

“I could, but I’m still going to want yours. Daddy’s drinks just taste better,” Azriel said matter-of-factly, as if he made any sense and set his head down on Eris’s chest and resumed lightly trailing his fingers across Eris’s lower stomach.

He just smiled and nodded, as he always does when Az said something ridiculous, but Azriel looked like God’s greatest masterpiece, so whatever. Eris felt like he’d been domesticated by Azriel’s beauty; he said yes to anything and everything Az requested, matching pajamas for the two of them to take pictures in for Azriel’s horny, crazed instagram followers, backstage tickets to concerts for bands that play too fucking loudly with skimpy outfits for each event and everything that caught Azriel’s eye when they went shopping- seriously, Azriel somehow managed to pick out the most expensive items in stock.

At first, Az would get a little bashful and stutter through the question when asking for something luxurious, now he just batted his long lashes and sank to his knees with a coy smirk before requesting whatever luxury he could dream of, knowing full well that he had Eris wrapped around his finger.

Eris moved his hand underneath Azriel’s skirt, gripping his plump ass with bruising force.

“Hm, Dadddyyy that hurts,” Azriel whined. He arched his back and tried to pull away; he even had the audacity to try and lift his leg from over Eris’s hips. Eris scoffed and squeezed harder, adjusting his hands and pulling Azriel over his lap. Azriel straddled him easily.

Eris hiked his knees up to jostle Azriel into falling a bit forward. Azriel braced himself on Eris’s shoulders, his muscles tensing beneath the skin-tight mesh halter top he wore, revealing a slight glint of the metallic pink rings through his dusky nipples. Eris loved those piercings— and the sounds Azriel made when he played with them.

Azriel’s matching little cerulean mini skirt that didn’t even reach past his muscled upper thighs was pulled over his perked ass, exposing his black, lacy thong.

There was a lingerie boutique near the shore of Amalfi that they had visited on their last trip and of course, Azriel was gifted whatever items they had in his broader size. There was a matching bralette that Azriel had foregone, but Eris was far from complaining- if only Azriel were just as tolerating.

Eris clicked his tongue. “You know that doesn’t mean you should pull away Azriel. I thought you would’ve learned to be a better fuck toy for me after the plane ride here, but I suppose I was overestimating how capable you are of learning your lesson.” His tone reflected how disappointed he was to see the streak of Az’s disobedience rearing its inconvenient head again. However, darkened, hungry amber eyes and the granite-hard length digging sharply into Azriel’s inner thigh betrayed Eris’s arousal.

“You’re going to leave marks and then I’ll get weird looks at my ass,” Azriel whined, as if he didn’t enjoy the attention, as if he didn’t wear short little skirts to draw attention to the ass he spent three hours a day, four times a week sculpting in the gym.

It truly did annoy Eris when Azriel complained about things he should already know to expect, if not eagerly accept, but the riskful audacity was frustratingly attractive. No one had the balls to frequently nag and complain to Eris, and it was as refreshing and thrilling as it was aggravating. But stealing his drinks and whining about losing high scores was a far lighter offense than complaining about being claimed by Eris.

“I can leave marks wherever I want on you baby. And why are you acting like you don’t love it, you have literally asked me to choke you harder so everyone can see my handprint on your pretty throat. What happened to my proud little slut, hm?” Eris slapped the backs of Azriel’s thighs with rough hands and zero regard for their surroundings, knowingly leaving some very red hand prints.

Azriel yelped, jolting on his lap. The menacing minx ground his hips down against Eris’s cock. Eris was sure Azriel would claim it was just reflexes kicking in, ‘just a whore by nature,’ he’d claim with a wink.

“I- I do like it. I just don’t want anyone to assume you’re hurting me and I don't enjoy it,” he explained adorably, as if Eris gave a fuck about what anyone thought of their relationship.

He wouldn’t care- in fact, he’d lose his mind with lust if Azriel was walking around showing off who used him. One dinner that ended in some of the most passionate sex he’d ever had, Azriel arrived decked out in hickies and begged-for-bruises covering his neck, braceleting his wrists and creating pretty bluish-black anklets from their… restrained play time two nights prior. In fact, it became habitual for Eris to plug all of his come back in Azriel’s ass with the nearest plug to evoke that heady feeling of ownership over his partner.

The desperate, quivering pout on Azriel’s gorgeous face was far too persuading. Eris caressed his proprietary hands up Az’s soft thighs, cupping his plump ass nearly reverently. Eris hummed, considering whether or not he should call out Azriel on lack of ever caring about that or just let Azriel’s obvious need to object go ignored.

“I don’t care what people think, my sweet. You are mine and I can do what I wish. That’s what we’ve always said, baby,” Eris corrected.

He brought one of his hands to Azriel’s needy mouth, slipping two fingers in, stroking Azriel’s wet tongue and pushing his fingers deeper and deeper till Azriel gagged, coating Eris’s fingers in spit. His gorgeous hazel eyes watered. Eris retrieved his fingers and set to work on getting inside his bratty boyfriend.

Eris smirked as Azriel gasped cutely when Eris dipped his fingers into the cleft of Azriel’s ass, slipping beneath the flimsy string of Az’s panties and rubbing his right pointer finger around Azriel’s malleable rim. Eris fucked him into their hotel bed that morning for nearly an hour, deep and languidly. He was thoroughly enjoying Azriel’s near-constant, ragged moans. Just as Eris expected, Az didn’t even need a plug after that fucking, he was still loose enough hours later for Eris to push his fingers into Azriel with no resistance.

Azriel’s voice was still a bit pitchy from the overuse, and his moan was shaky at best, laughably incoherent at worst, ruined and broken in reality. He sounded wrecked, it was barely two pm and they still had so much to do.

“OhHH, Fuckk Eris, feels so good, I’m sorry, m’yours,” Az keened, immediately forgetting his attitude.

Eris snickered, “So fucking easy for me, always whining and complaining extra when you want to to be played with, ain’t that right my pretty boy?” He slipped a third finger in, less to stretch him further and more to make him even needier. Azriel’s strong hips were grinding back against Eris fingers, taking him in further and making Eris chuckle.

“I- mmn, yes- fuck yes! More- harder, please, need more- need your cock, please. Was gonna ask for it soon anyway- Please, I know I shouldn’t have pulled back but please fuck me anyways Daddy please,” he pleaded and begged, further straining Eris’s burgundy shorts.

“Oh you were gonna ask for it soon anyway baby? Think you can just demand my cock whenever you want it sweetheart? So entitled,” he tutted.

“Yes?” Azriel looked confused as to why Eris was even asking. This attitude was more founded than running from his clinging hands. After all, Eris really did bend Az over whenever and wherever Azriel would ask for it.

Eris huffed in amusement at his blissfully ignorant boyfriend- of course a pretty boy like him would never know a shortage of cock. Azriel looked custom-made to take dick.

Eris moved his other hand (the one not three fingers deep in Azriel’s ass) to free his own cock from its linen confines, not a second too late considering Eris felt like he was about to pop a button, which was not very sensual foreplay. In his opinion, he supposed people were into weirder shit.

Precome was already gathered and ready for action, so Eris slicked up his cock and slipped it past the curtain of Azriel’s skirt, then past the strip of fabric they loved to pretend qualified for proper underwear. Eris pulled out his fingers to make room for his aching dick and slowly but firmly pushed into Azriel’s waiting hole. As his cockhead breached Azriel’s entrance, a ragged moan escaped Azriel, and Eris wanted to make it his voicemail. (Azriel moaning) You’ve reached Eris Vanserra, I can’t come to the phone right now. I’m probably too busy fucking my perfect boyfriend, leave a message and keep it brief.

Eris moved his hands to grip Azriel’s slender hips with heavy hands, pulling him down as he canted his hips up, pushing himself in Azriel’s strangling heat. He needed to take a second to catch his heaving breath before he came from just bottoming out. Eris leaned his forehead on Azirel’s shoulder, leaving a small kiss. Eris groaned but forced himself to move because sitting still inside Azriel was nearly as good as fucking him- the pulsing, tight heat felt like heaven- and he was just as closing to coming far too quickly.

Azriel sat up, flattening his hands and running them down Eris’s toned abdomen. He raised his hips with the aid of Eris’s hands- hands that pulled Az down, flush against the base of his cock before lifting him completely till only the tip remained snugly inside Azriel’s sopping and velvety walls before snapping his hips upwards and slamming Azriel flush against him.

Azriel’s nails raked down Eris’s stomach as he was forcefully bobbed up and down, his head thrown back and nearly wailing with pleasure. Azriel’s exposed neck looked very chokable, but Eris’s hands were full of Azriel’s hips, and he had to move.

He planted Azriel all the way down sharply. Azriel gasped as Eris sat forward, moving a hand to cradle the back of Azriel’s lolling head, while the other moved to pull Azriel’s leg around his waist. He set Azrie’s back down, finally getting to place Azriel’s throat in an unforgiving grip, his head no longer needing to be supported.

Azriel lifted his other leg over Eris’s shoulder, giving Eris room to thrust in deeply. Azriel screamed as Eris drove in at the new angle. His arms were thrown over his head, all six of the toes on his foot resting on Eris’s shoulder curled tightly. Eris would’ve found that sixth toe a bit odd, and he’d never been into feet- in fact, Eris had been relentlessly bullied by Lucien when the latter had found Eris’s FootFinder receipts in his email- but the small appendage, the “pinky squared,” as Eris has dubbed the adorable abnormality, had become something Eris found... endearing, if not slightly sexy in its singularity.

Eris withdrew his dick about halfway before slamming back in, aiming for Azriel’s prostate and subsequent orgasm because his own was creeping up too quickly.

“Oh fuuckk Eris,” Azriel cried out, his back arching almost concerningly high. “Yesss- deeper, fuck yes!”

Eris clasped Azriel’s other thigh and lifted it to rest on his shoulder. He squeezed Azriel’s throat hard enough to leave another limited edition Vanserra necklace that Azriel would wear proudly once he remembered that Eris’s view is what mattered.

“Mmn you look gorgeous baby, so pretty when you shut up and take it- ah fuck Az.” Eris’s rhythm was growing rabid, and his tone was growing husky. “Take it like the good little slut you are.”

Azriel flushed from the praise, or maybe the truth in Eris’s words, or, most plausibly, the severe lack of oxygen. Eris loosened his grip a tad, if only because he preferred Azriel conscious when fucking him groaned deeply as Azriel gasped for air and used his first full breath in a few minutes to raspilly plead, “No! Harder, please.”

“Haah, what happened to being worried about lookin’’ too hurt?” Eris cooed, pulling his hand away from Azriel’s throat completely, only for Azriel to place it back on his reddening neck with desperate insistence and those fucking puppy eyes.

Azriel rolled his eyes, and even attempted to put pressure on Eris’s limp, teasing hand. “Mn, c’mon Daddy, you know I just wanted it extra hard, now please Er, choke me, please.”

Eris did know that, just as intimately as Azriel knew Eris would comply, albeit poke fun at him for it— affectionately, of course. Eris felt the air in his lungs stolen in awe from the view of Azriel’s hazy smile when Eris finally resumed his careful, contusing grip; they took each other’s breath away.

Eris was losing his snapping pace. His chest was heaving and his thoughts were racing, straying from each tantalizing part of the vision that Az was in that slutty outfit, fucked out and so happy about it. His eyes ran to savor each sensual snippet of Azriel: the pink glinting jewelry decorating his his dusky nipples beneath the sheer crop top, his leaking, flushed cock resting below his navel on the rumpled mess that was his skirt, the jangling charm-filled anklet on Azriel’s left foot, and the glossy red nail polish on Azriel’s toes- all eleven. Eris groaned as he took the freshly pedicured pinky-squared into his salivating mouth.

A breathy, broken “thank you” was mouthed more than said to Eris, the final nail in his weaning restraint. He kissed the tip of Azriel’s toe before leaning over to bore down inside him, hitting every inch and sparking every nerve as he fucked Az with fervor.

Only a few more strokes had Azriel moaning filthily and clawing at Eris’s back for purchase as he weathered his orgasm, his whole body shaking with pleasure. Watching Azriel unravel was nearly overwhelming. The tight clench and that last slick stroke had Eris’s hips stuttering as he came with a ragged rendition of Azriel’s name.

“Aah fuck Azriel!” Eris groaned as he did his best not to collapse on top of Az. Strong arms wrapped around his middle, and Azriel’s legs wrapped around his hips. They stayed entangled for a long while, listening closely as the waves lapped and- oh shit-

A clear, high pitched voice sounded to their left beyond the mock walls of their gazebo.

Eris gathered Az up in his arms and reclined them back on the pile of pillows at the head of the cushioned chaise. He carelessly repositioned the come-soaked panties and skirt. Azriel rested boneless against him. Eris selected a soft, navy cotton blanket from the woven linen basket next to the bed and draped it across Azriel.

The meek attendant popped through the entrance, her tan, freckled face ruby red with discomfort.

“Oh, sorry for the noise,” Azriel apologized to the petite woman carrying a small notepad and a pen with a fake flower taped to the tip. Eris smirked with pride.

“Th-that’s okay, it is a private, optionally nude beach. I was wondering if you two would like anything more to drink?”

“Mmn,” Az hummed sweetly as he considered, “Can I have another Mojito and a watermelon margarita for Daddy?” Oh, this fuckin brat.

Eris huffed in annoyed amusement, “Make that two Margaritas, please.”

”Yes sirs, will that be all?” She scrawled down their orders.

“Yes, that’ll be all. Thank you,” Eris confirmed, his tone still dry from Azriel’s antics.

As she walked away to fulfill their drink orders, Eris looked down to meet Azriel’s mischievous eyes, his smirk still a bit sleepy but curved sinfully.

���You,” Eris reached down to boop Azriel’s nose, “are a menace.”

“Hm, maybe. But you,” Azriel unearthed his arm from underneath Eris’s neck, “love it.”

Eris chuckled, “Yeah, you’re alright, I guess., I suppose I’ll keep you.” Eris shrugged as he reached to fluff Azriel’s raven hair.

“And I’m the brat?” Az perked a brow and scoffed before lying his head down on Eris’s bare chest.

Eris smoothed his hands down Azriel’s blanket-clad back, hugging him close as he shook with silent laughter at his boyfriend’s audacity.

He squeezed Az tight, groaning as he relaxed his grip, “Yes, yes you are. You’re lucky I love you,” he said with a smile Azriel couldn’t see, his face flat against Eris’s pec.

“Very.”

I hope you enjoyed more of my self indulgent smut! 😌

As always (how did I get so lucky?) @the-darkestminds beta read and patted my head, thank you mami, ily 💗

And thank you @mudandmire for slapping my ass with support 🫂💗

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#rafayel x m!reader #smut, fluff #the new lds memories seriously has me in a chokehold. so i made this

#hard and vanilla sex, friends to lovers trope, rafayel is possessed by an incubus, unprotected sex, creampie, rafayel moans a lot, lore-wise rafayel which means he has two dicks (i mean he's a lemurian and a mermaid so...), i'd like to think ebb day is when rafayel becomes in heat lol, foreplay, some mild choking, rafayel's scales hehe, pet names, a bit of blackmail and manipulation, some kind of DUBCON, overstimulation, double penetration, cockdrunk reader, belly bulge

your eyes turned to look at the other male who suddenly dropped down to the floor, placing a hand on his head as he held onto the chair for support. "rafayel! are you okay?" you asked the other male who was whining at the pain.

you looked at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to do. you hummed in panic, thinking of a solution before deciding to get him a glass of water. "fuck. you should've told me you needed to go to the ocean or whatever. let me start a bath for you."

just as you were about to give it to him, the moment you turned around, you were surprised when you saw him just looking down at you. in your shock, you accidentally dropped the cup and spilled the water.

"rafayel? are you finally doing okay? sit down," you told him, guiding him towards the sofa but was stopped when he held onto your arm and pulled you towards him. "wh--raf? what is this?"

the purple-haired male smirked and looked into your eyes, using his other hand to trace along the line of your lips. "hm? and who do we have here? can i have the honor in knowing your name, pretty boy?"

the confusion was evident in your eyes as you tilted your head to the side, thinking the other male was just making fun of you. "what the hell? cut this out, rafayel. it's me, m/n," you answered, looking up at the other male. "what is with this strength? were lemurians usually this strong?"

a curious and mischievous glint in his eyes made you gulp. "m/n, huh? you must be the guy he—" all of a sudden, he slapped himself which surprised you, "--you goddamn psycho, get out of my body!"

what the hell is going on? you thought to yourself as you looked at the other male who was...talking to himself? slapping his face over and over until his cheeks were red. deciding to end this madness, you shouted, "stop! can you just tell me what the hell is going on here? and why are you hurting yourself?"

rafayel let out heavy breaths as he looked at you before removing his arms from you and moved towards the sofa which made you follow him unconsciously. as you two sat down, he began to talk, "i am an incubus."

you let out a scoff. "uh huh, yeah. and i'm thomas. now stop with this pranks," you said. you were just about to move away but realized you weren't able to move. "what-"

"i'm serious. i indulge in the desires and pleasures of any men i see and unfortunately, this man has suppressed feelings," he stated, pointing at himself then smirked as if to say he was confident with something. "which is why i will help him."

"help him? why?" you asked him, confused.

the incubus (in rafayel's form) let out a sigh as he crossed his legs. "because he's currently in the verge of death. if he gets no action tomorrow, he's bound to die," he told you, making you confused yet again.

he pointed towards the calendar and saw that the next day was encircled red. that's when it hits you. "ah...it's ebb day. but he's always survived on his own. was it actually killing him? i never knew," you asked him.

his demeanor changed yet again before he shook his head and looked at you with a frown. "m/n, don't believe a word this demon says. i will be fine."

"fine, my ass! you'll die for fuck's sake. now, m/n, you wouldn't want that, won't you?" the demon told you, looking at you expectantly. it was obvious you were debating, looking at how you nibbled on your lip and eyes were practically quivering.

you let out a sigh before nodding. "alright. i'll help him."

the next day, as you expected, rafayel was heating up and you were there to help him. "wh-what the fuck, dude? this hurts as fuck," the incubus stuttered as he held onto his stomach.

you were already in your robes, ready to give yourself to your lemurian friend. "rafayel, i'm ready," you told him, the other male looking at you with hazy eyes as he sat up weakly.

you got on the bed and crawled yourself towards him, straddling him as you place your hands on his shoulders, blushing. "j-just so you know, this will only happen every ebb day a-and...this is my first time. i've never been on the receiving end."

a simple hum was heard from the other male before he moved to lean his head onto you neck, taking in your sweet scent, placing small kisses as he moved along your neck. you covered your mouth with one hand, stifling your moans.

"don't stop yourself from letting out those sounds, sweetie. i want to hear you," the incubus stated as he pulled you closer towards him, slowly grinding his erect dick onto your--wait, why were you feeling two dicks?

"what's..." you voiced out, pulling back before looking down at him.

he let out a deep chuckle as he looked up at you. "guess he has two dicks. didn't quite expect that as well," he stated before going back to your neck. "you smell so fucking good."

you were just about to protest but then you felt his hand adjust your robe to get your leaking cock out and began jerking you off. "w-wait, i haven't touched myself in a while. i-i might cum easily," you told him, but he didn't do anything, instead he continued his assault on your neck.

he jerked you off as he moved to the other side of your neck, placing love bites and hickeys as he did. "r-rafayel," you called out to him, hands latching onto the other male's hair. "i-if you keep doing that, i-i might--"

"you can cum as much as you like."

rafayel's voice near your ears was like hearing the symphony of the angels, quite ironic. "oh god," you let out, pulling him closer as you began to buck your hips, fucking yourself into his hand.

he let out an amused chuckle as he jerked you off in rhythm, trying to make you cum. "what a needy bitch. do you really want to cum that badly, huh?" he stated, using his thumb to tease the head of your cock that was already leaking pre-cum.

your moans began to grow louder. getting conscious of it, you buried yourself in the other male's neck as you stifled your moans, biting on your bottom lip.

"what did i tell you, hon?" he stated, stopping his movements as he looked at you, earning him a whine from you.

"wh-why'd you stop? i was just about to cum," you complained, brows furrowed as you looked down at him.

the purple-haired male only chuckled as he grinned, placing a kiss on your cheek before he whispered, "just let those pretty moans out, baby boy. it'd feel better that way, trust me."

then, he began to jerk you off once again. his hand was so big that it practically engulfed your whole cock and it made you feel so good. your toes curled at the pleasure as the once denied climax began to crash into you again. "ah fuck! oh my--rafayel, i'm gonna cum."

the man nodded as he placed kisses all over your neck, licking and biting as his hand began to jerk you off faster. "cum for me, m/n. do it."

and just like that, you let out a pleasured cry as you threw your head back, cumming on the other man's hand and splattering some on his toned stomach. "a-ah! cumming..!"

rafayel continued to jerk you off, slowing down once you came down from your high. "that felt good now, did it?" he asked you which you answered with a nod. he let out a chuckle before he let out a pained whine.

"r-rafayel? are you okay?" you asked him.

and then all of a sudden you found yourself beneath him, pinned down on his king-size bed. the usual soft and calm look on rafayel's eyes were replaced with something else. as if he has finally snapped and had enough. "fuck, you're just too sexy."

all you could do was stare up at the other male as he stared down at you, wanting to devour you right then and there. "a-are we...gonna do it?"

cute. rafayel thought as he roamed his eyes around your body, undoing the robe's belt and finally seeing you in your naked glory. "shit. so delectable," he murmured to himself before leaning down, latching his lips onto your nipples.

the suddenness made you flinch (in a good way), placing your hands onto his hair. "th-that tickles—ah! w-wait," you cried out. rafayel, wanting to hear more of you, began to jerk you off once again as he prodded his middle finger against your hole, using your own cum as lube. "no! r-rafayel, i just came!"

"i know you can still cum for me, sweetie. i need to get you ready for my cocks," he said before taking your nipples into his mouth again, licking and biting before moving to the other.

the pleasure was too much for you to handle, it was far too overwhelming. not a second later, the other male inserted his finger inside your hole which made you yelp. "relax, m/n."

you followed his instructions, but all you could focus on was rafayel's mouth on your nipples and his hand that was jerking your hard cock. "r-rafayel. oh fuck," you moaned out, pulling on his hair as he gave you the pleasure you needed.

it took you a moment before you realized that scales were showing on his body. you touched them unconsciously, earning you a hiss. that made you flinch before looking up at him, eyes teary and hazy. "you're seriously turning me on. no wonder this man likes you a lot."

what?

you weren't even given a second to ponder what he just said as he finally entered a second finger, his fingers pistoning inside your hole, preparing you for his big cocks.

rafayel's lips moved up, towards your collarbone, towards your neck then back down onto your chest. he knew how to make you feel so good. as he continued his assault on your nipples and his hand on your cock, he continued to finger your ass.

your moans began to grow louder in volume. "rafayel, it feels—agh!" you let out a yelp, clenching onto the purple-haired male's fingers as he hit a certain spot inside you. "th-that felt strange."

the lemurian smirked as he used his tongue to flick your nipples over and over, the ticklish yet pleasurable feeling making you moan louder. "this?" he asked you before pressing on that same spot again.

this made you throw your head back, a strangled moan escaping your lips as your eyes practically twitched. "quit it! p-pressing on it...ah!"

rafayel heeded no mind to your protests as he pressed onto your prostate ever now and then. he inserted another finger whoch makes it three. he hummed, "you're taking my fingers quite well, m/n. am i making you feel good?"

the question made your mind go haywire as you tried to answer, but all you could do was nod. his fingers were quite long and it could reach the perfect spots inside you which drove you crazy. "use your big boy words, hon."

damn, how can someone be so alluringly sexy yet soft at the same time. you gulped, "y-yes. it feels good."

"that's good to hear," he stated before he began to finger your hole faster, making your toes curl in pleasure. the pleasure on your nipples, cock, and ass was all too overwhelming.

your moans became ragged as you neared your climax. but just as you were about to cum, rafayel stopped whatever he was doing and pulled away, smirking. a whine escaped your lips as you looked at him, watery eyes and cheeks warm. "why do you keep stopping when i'm about to cum."

"cause it's fun tormenting you. and you would probably be asleep by the time we're done here since you're tired," he stated, but you just glared at him.

the other male placed his hands beside your head, looking down at you. "i guess you're finally ready," rafayel stated as he leaned back, using one hand to jerk his two dicks. the size alone was enough to scare you.

"th-that's going inside me? that'll never fit, rafayel. it's too big," you tried to reason with him, hut all he did was growl as he rolled his eyes. "did you just roll your eyes at me?"

he just hummed as he lined his cock towards your hole yet you kept pulling away. fed up, he growled and placed a hand on your neck, choking you. "do you want him to die or not?" he asked.

you shook your head in response. "no...i can't do that," you answered, but sighed as you looked up at him. "fine, just do it slowly."

the other male let out a whispered 'good' before he held onto his cock, slowly entering. you were just about to tell him something but he suddenly inserted his whole cock in. this made your cry out in pleasure, cumming on the spot at how his cock brushed against your prostate.

"fuck! relax, sweetie. you're gonna snap my dick off," he stated, basking in the pleasure of seeing you make a mess of yourself, blabbering and all as you threw your head back, gripping the sheets tightly as your curled your toes and arched your body.

rafayel's eyes turned manic as he placed his hands on your hips, groaning at your tight heat. "shit, you feel so good, m/n," he said as he thrusted inside you harshly, wanting to see you writhe and quiver in pleasure.

the other male leaned down towards you, placing hickeys and love bites on your neck. you let out loud moans which rafayel loved. you placed your hands onto his back, scratching it out of pleasure, eyes rolling back.

"oh, fuck! your ass feels so fucking good, babe. taking me so well," he stated out as he threw his head back, fucking you with no remorse. you buried your nose into his neck, trying to bite back your moans as you engulfed the man in your embrace.

this obviously annoyed the other male as he placed a hand under your chin, making you face him. "what did tell you about holding in your moans, babe? i want to hear you."

"i-it's embarrassing," you answered him, feeling your cheeks warm up.

the man chuckled, amused. "i like hearing them, m/n. moan for me, please?" rafayel pleaded, placing his hands back onto your hips as he began to fuck you once again.

you nodded at him, but still stifled your moans. wanting to hear more of you, he began to jerk you off and he thinks you liked being jerked off cause the moment he did, you began to whimper and moan so loudly. "yes, just like that, baby. let those pretty noises out."

his thrusts gradually increased in speed, placing his arms by the pit of your leg, pushing them towards you into a mating press. "fuck, you feel so good, m/n. i've wanted this for so long. shit, ah."

rafayel's voice became louder as he pistoned his cock inside you, reaching deep inside you with every thrust. his cock consistently brushed against your prostate perfectly, not failing to make you moan every time he pushed his hips towards you.

the sound of your skins slapping against each other reverberated throughout his whole bedroom, your cries and his moans filled the entire area as well. you could practically hear the squelching sound your hole produced every time he thrusted hard inside you.

rafayel leaned down, placing his forehead against yours before placing his lips on yours. you weren't new to kissing but this obviously shocked you. nevertheless, you responded to his kiss as you pulled him closer towards you.

the other male grinned mischievously as he stuck his tongue inside your mouth, exploring the wet cavern. rafayel swallowed your pleasured moans, groaning as he sucked on your tongue, swirling his own wet muscle with it.

his hands moved towards your chest, playing with your erect nipples, making you cry out, gripping hard onto his hair as he played with them, flicking and twisting them.

"fuck," he cursed out as he removed his lips on yours, some saliva dripping down from your lips at the heated makeout session. you wondered why he stopped but you were rid of your questions once you noticed how he let go of your legs and changed your positions without pulling out.

your back was now turned towards him and now you were on all fours. rafayel chuckled as he landed a slap on your ass, liking the way it jiggled. "so fucking hot," he stated as he began moving again, using one hand to hold onto your hip. "you ready for cock number two, sweetie?" he asked.

you didn't know what to answer since you were already to drunk on his cock to even think about anything, blabbering nonsense and something about 'cumming'. taking that as a yes, he lined his second cock against your hole as he stopped moving before pushing all the way in.

the sudden intrusion made you cry out in pleasure as you threw your head back, cumming yet again for the third time that day. "n-no..wh-why...hurts.." you muttered out as your arms gave out, involuntarily sticking your ass up towards him.

"it'll feel good in a moment. okay, m/n?" rafayel assured you as he sheathed his cocks inside your stretched hole. he let out a breathy moan as he threw his head back, feeling even better now that both his cocks were inside your warm hole. "hah, you feel so fucking good, baby."

you adjusted to his cock as you fisted on the sheets. not a while later, he began to pummel your ass needily, moaning out as his cheeks were now tinted in red. "g-good...ah.." you moaned out.

suddenly, rafayel leaned his body down towards you, placing an arm around your neck before pulling you up with him. the position made rafayel's cock reach deeper inside you which got you a moaning mess, throwing your head back as you clenched your fists.

“m-my stomach, no…!” you cried out as the other male reached out a hand and pressed against the bulge on your stomach, pressing down which got you cumming again. “n-no more…fuck! i c-cant cum anymore,” you said, but it was as if he was drunk in pleasure and paid no attention to your protests.

instead, he turned your head and kissed you, choking you with his strong arm while using the other one to keep you both steady. your sweaty bodies mingled with each other, the pleasure making your eyes roll and your cock twitch back to life. you were already too tired at this point.

rafayel's thrusts grew faster and harder, moans getting louder as he held you closer, as if wanting to fuse his body with you. the scales that appeared on his body grew in number as he felt his own climax come to him. “fuck, i'm about to cum, m/n. can I cum inside you, baby? please?” he said, hugging you tightly as he placed soft kisses down on your shoulders.

as you were nearing your own release again, rafayel jerked you once again so you two could cum together. this made you cry out as tears finally dripped down from your eyes at the overstimulation. “rafayel!” you moaned out his name, holding onto his biceps that was around your neck.

rafayel nodded as he gritted his teeth, veins pulsating as he thrusted faster and harder inside you, hitting your prostate spot-on, jerking your cock off in the same rhythm. “cum for me, m/n. fuck, m/n. i'm cumming!”

“m-me too,” you announced, turning your head to kiss the other male who was already waiting for your lips. then your lips parted as you both chased your climax.

with one final thrust, rafayel came inside of you, biting down on your shoulder while you squirted all over the white sheets. “t-tired..” was all you could mutter as you fell asleep in the other male's embrace.

“i hope he's fine. i think i overdid it,” you heard someone say then a rather deeper voice was heard as well.

“well, when are you planning to tell him about this whole shenanigans?” the other male asked as he looked at your state.

rafayel bit his lip out of guilt before he sighed and looked at the demon. “the moment he wakes up, i will tell him everything.”

“tell me what?”

your voice made the two scream out in surprise, looking at each other then back at you. they watched as you blinked your eyes open, then sat up, using your hand to rub your eyes awake. “rafayel? who is he?” you asked, once you finally saw the stranger beside him.

“the demon that possessed him. nice to meetcha. i'll be on my way then, tata!” the incubus stated before he disappeared, leaving you and rafayel alone together.

the purple-haired male turned to look at you and held your hands, checking on your stature first. “are you alright? nothing hurts, does it? i got a bit carried away, sorry,” he asked.

“i'm fine, rafayel. it felt good honestly and thanks for cleaning me up. i got too tired and passed out. if anything I should be the one asking you if you're alright,” you stated, a smile on your lips as you adjusted the blanket draped on you.

rafayel mentally prepared himself before finally blurting out his feelings towards you, not wanting to regret not telling you. “i like you, m/n. ever since we met back then. it was love at first sight and I just couldn't let go of you, I needed you,” he started.

"i wanted to treasure you and the moment i found out you were into men, i got so hyped up. i decided to make you my best friend slash bodyguard. but along with it, my feelings grew stronger. to the point where i wanted to defile your body."

he looked into your eyes, fearing that you'd hate him once you finally found put the truth. "i could never bring myself to do that, and so, i decided to summon an incubus to help me get the courage i needed to touch you. i'm sorry."

once he was done, you let out a laugh before looking at him, wiping a stray tear away. "you mean you were holding back? damn, you liked me that much? you're seriously cute and funny."

"what? no violent reactions?"rafayel asked, confused. but all he heard from you was a simple 'nope'. "shouldn't you be mad at me?"

you smiled. "if you knew i was into, why haven't you asked me out yet?"

"i didn't know if i was your type. what if i--"

"dude! you're a famous painter, tall, handsome, has constant moodswings, and did i mention your two dicks? who wouldn't want you, rafayel?" you stated, making the man in front of you blush, embarrassed. "so, when are you gonna ask me out?"

"will you really go out with me?" rafayel asked shyly.

you scoffed at him hitting his shoulder. "stop acting so coy. as if you haven't rearranged my guts earlier. now why don't we get breakfast, hm?" rafayel smiled before letting out a chuckle. "you're right. let's."

[bullet-prooflove]

Valentine's Day Bingo 2025: The Great Seducer - Nick Torres x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @whateversomethingbruh @district447 @lovebookheart @stelacole

T/W: Themes of sexual assault and violence.

Companion piece to:

Casanova - You recieve an unwanted gift.

Promises - Nick makes you a promise.

Dry Land - Nick returns home.

A Little Naughty, A Little Nice - Casanova reflects on your relationship.

You wake up blind.

Darkness shrouding your vision as you lay on the bed, unable to move. Your arms are tied above your head, wrists bound together so you can���t work at the restraint to free yourself. You yank at it instead but there’s no give, just the vibration of the wooden slats of the headboard slamming against the wall.

The opening bars of Strauss’s Casanova begin to play, an operetta based on the world’s greatest seducer and terror lances through your system because you know now the identity of the man who wants to claim you, you’re the one that let him in through the door.

“You’ve been out for a while, I must have given you a little too much.” Gabe’s voice cuts the air and you jerk your face away as his fingertips caress the apple of your cheek. “Oh Harper don’t be that way.”

“It’s the blindfold.” You murmur, your throat raw, your head groggy. “It’s scaring me.”

“That’s my fault.” He apologises. You feel his fingers skirting along your damp hair as he removes the eye mask from your features. “I thought we could play a little game when you woke up, I didn’t think…”

You blink against the light, your eyes stinging as you take in your surroundings. You’re still in the apartment, in the bedroom that you and Nick have been staying in since you moved to the safe house.

“What did you give me?” You ask him as his face appears in your vision. There’s an earnestness in his eyes as he smiles down at you, his fingertips brushing an errand  strand back behind your ear.

“Something to help you relax.” He says softly. “A sedative I added to your coffee.”

“And this…” You say tugging at the restraints.

“I know what you like.” He whispers. His hand slides down to your throat, squeezing hard enough to make stars explode behind your vision. “I saw them, the restraints, the toys. You use them to get out of your own head don’t you? Because that pressure from the job it just builds and builds until you find some way to vent it.” He releases his grasp and you suck in a lungful of oxygen as his thumb traces lightly over your mouth. “I understand that, I can be that for you if you let me.”

“Gabe, that’s not something I need right now.” You tell him, trying to force an edge of assertiveness into your voice.

His lips purse together as his palm comes to rest on your throat again, his thumb caresses your jugular, your pulse hammering as he exerts just the barest bit of pressure.

“Maybe you don’t.” He murmurs. “But I do.”

Your breath hitches but instead he releases his hold, his fingertips trailing along the collar of the silk robe you’re wearing. Your jaw clenches as they dip lower, chasing over your navel until they reach the cinched belt.

“I need this Harper, I need you.” He says as he pulls at the tie, loosening it and the fabric falls open revealing your nakedness. “I have waited so long, to touch you, to taste you.”

“Gabe please.” You whisper as he traces over the scar on your thigh, the one that Nick’s lips brushed over last night. “I don’t want this.”

“I’ll make it feel good.” He promises you as he begins to unfasten the silver cuff links from the sleeves of his shirt.  “I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”

You start to fight then, to twist, to writhe, to tear at the bonds holding you but they’re firm, unrelenting, the same as the man undressing before you.

“If you do this I will kill you.” You snarl savagely as he climbs onto the bed alongside you. His hand runs over his cock, giving it a slow tug as he watches you. “I will make it the most painful experience you’ll ever-”

He slaps you then, hard enough to turn your head. Agony explodes in the side of your face before his hand grasps your jaw, forcing your gaze back to his.

“You need to shut the fuck up right now.” He tells you, those blue eyes of his glittering with malice. “You’re ruining it.”

“There’s nothing to ruin.” You spit back. “There’s nothing there, there never was. I felt sorry for you-”

Another hit, this time a closed fist. You hear the crunch of your nose breaking, excruciating pain radiating through your sinuses as blood erupts from your nostrils. He reels back in surprise, staring down at you as you smile underneath the crimson.

“You did that on purpose didn’t you?” He accuses you, scrambling off the bed, trying not to gag. “You know I can’t fucking stand the sight-”

No, he fucking can’t, not since he found his brother hanging from a beam in his parent’s old house. Harrison used wire to do the deed, it had acted like a garrot severing the arteries in his neck, draining the life right out of him as he choked to death on his own viscera. The scene that Gabe had walked into, it was like something out of a gore flick. He’d confided in you during one of  those late night coffee sessions that he couldn’t stomach it, that he felt physically ill whenever he saw so much as a smudge of red.

The sound of his retching drowns out the dulcet tones of the opera, his palm coming to rest on the wall as he empties his stomach onto the carpet. You ignore him, focusing on slamming your fists into the misaligned side panel of the headboard, the force of the motion dislodges the slat you’re bound to from the socket. Your shoulders scream in relief from the sudden slack, your fingers wrapping around the heavy wood as you push yourself up from the bed. You bring it down with all your strength on the back of Gabe’s head. He howls as he crumples to his hands and knees and you hit him again and again and again until he’s face down in that vomit, unmoving.

The music starts to fade, signalling an end to the opera, and to great seducer, Casanova himself.

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My submission to the second @spidersociety-rejects zine!

I’ve always struggled with making a Spider-sona since I’m a boring person and don’t particularly love how I look. Figuring out a Spidersona that actually represents me and that I like was an interesting challenge and confidence builder.

[beehop]

i got a horrible hair cut a couple weeks ago like i actually hate it and the thought of just buzzing it all off has entered my head more than once and now hyunjin has cut all his hair off and i’m like…but what if…again and. i need someone to come shake me like phoebe you will not be nearly as hot as hyunjin if you buzz your head. be so for real.