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greengoblinswifey · 2 days ago

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Night Shift— Dr. Charlie Mayhew x Fem!Reader

summary— you’re on the night shift and you finally meet the enigmatic Dr. Charlie Mayhew, who’s had his eye on you from afar. The night takes a heated turn when he reveals his possessive feelings, unable to resist claiming you as his. based on this request.

warnings— power imbalance, praise kink, fingering oral(m!receiving), hair pulling, choking, possessive!charlie, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, aftercare.

a/n— i’ve been lowkey MIA and dealing with a bit but enjoy this <3

You had been an intern at the hospital for months, spending long hours shadowing doctors, taking notes, and generally keeping your head down. The one name that kept coming up in whispered conversations was Dr. Charlie Mayhew. His reputation preceded him, brilliant, meticulous, and, according to half the hospital, devastatingly attractive.

You hadn't met him yet. Not directly, anyway. You’d caught glimpses of him in the hallways, his sharp features and intense dark eyes catching your attention even in passing. The way he carried himself, with quiet confidence and control, had a way of making you hyperaware of his presence, even from a distance.

When you were assigned a night shift with him, your nerves buzzed with anticipation. It wasn’t just his reputation as a doctor, it was the way you felt under his gaze, like he already knew too much about you without even speaking a word.

The night started quietly. You found him at his desk in the dimly lit ward, reviewing charts. Up close, he was even more magnetic. His tailored white coat accentuated his broad shoulders, and his sharp jawline tensed as he read through a file. He looked up when you walked in, his piercing eyes meeting yours for the first time.

“You must be the new intern,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. His eyes lingered on you a moment longer than necessary, and you felt your pulse quicken.

“Yes, Dr. Mayhew,” you replied, trying to steady your voice.

“Charlie,” he corrected, his lips curving into the faintest of smiles. “If we’re working together tonight, you can call me Charlie.”

The hours passed with an ease that surprised you. He was meticulous in his work, but his attention wasn’t always on the patients. You could feel his gaze on you—watching, assessing, and, at times, lingering in ways that made your stomach flip. He was nothing but professional, yet something about the way he spoke to you, the way his voice softened when he said your name, made your thoughts drift into dangerous territory.

At one point, while reviewing a case file together, he stood too close, his arm brushing against yours. “You’re good at this,” he murmured, his voice low. “You pick up on details most people miss. I’ve been watching you.”

The admission sent heat rushing to your cheeks. “Thank you,” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

He tilted his head, his gaze unwavering. “You don’t need to be nervous around me.”

“I’m not,” you lied.

He smiled, and it was both knowing and disarming. “Good.”

The night dragged on, and the hospital grew quieter. At one point, he caught you stifling a yawn.

“You should take a break,” he said, his tone firm but warm.

“I’m fine,” you insisted.

He stepped closer, his eyes searching yours. “You don’t need to push yourself to impress me. I’m already impressed.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with something unspoken.

“I—”You trailed off, unsure how to respond.

“Go sit down,” he said, his voice softening again. “That’s an order.”

You found yourself in the break room, the sound of his footsteps behind you making your heart race. When the door clicked shut, you turned to face him, only to find him standing impossibly close.

“I’ve been patient,” he said, his voice low. “Watching you. Waiting for a moment like this.”

“Dr. Mayhew.”

“Charlie,” he corrected again, his tone leaving no room for argument. “And if you say my name like that again, I might not be able to control myself.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, your breath catching as his hand brushed against yours. “You’ve been watching me?”

“Every chance I get,” he admitted. “You’re brilliant, hardworking, and sexy, God, you have no idea how difficult it’s been to keep my distance.”

The room felt smaller with him in it. The low hum of the vending machine filled the silence as Charlie stepped closer, his white coat catching the dim light.

“You know,” he started, “I’ve heard the other doctors talk about you.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest. “Oh?” you managed, your voice betraying your nerves.

He took another step forward, close enough now that you could see the darkness in his brown eyes. “About how smart you are. How hardworking. How—”His gaze dropped, tracing the curve of your lips before returning to your eyes. “How attractive.”

Heat rose in your cheeks, and you looked away, but his hand lifted, his fingers grazing your chin to guide your gaze back to his.

“It drives me crazy,” he admitted, his tone growing darker, more possessive. “Hearing them talk about you like that. Like they have any right.”

Your breath hitched. “Charlie—”

“I claimed you first,”he interrupted, his voice soft but firm, like a vow. “The moment I saw you, you were mine. They don’t know that, but I do.”

His words left you speechless, your pulse pounding as he reached up to shrug off his white coat and he hung it up leaving him in his crisp shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the strong veins of his forearms on full display.

“Do I make you nervous?” he asked, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he stepped even closer, the scent of his cologne wrapping around you.

“A little,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Good,” he murmured, his hands brushing against your arms before settling lightly on your waist. “Because you make me lose my mind.”

Before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was surprisingly gentle. Your breath caught, and for a moment, you melted into him, the warmth of his body and the intoxicating way he kissed you making everything else fade away.

But then reality broke through, and you pulled back slightly, your hand resting on his chest. “Wait. We shouldn’t—”

“It’s okay,” he reassured you, as his forehead rested against yours. “You’re safe with me. I promise.”

His hands slid to your hips, grounding you, his touch firm yet careful. When his lips found yours again, they were more insistent, his kiss igniting something in you that you couldn’t deny.

Your coat slipped from your shoulders, his hands making quick work of it as he murmured praises against your lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice heavy with want. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

You couldn’t think straight, not when his hands were on you, his lips tracing a path along your jaw and down the curve of your neck. The soft scrape of his teeth against your skin sent shivers down your spine.

“Charlie,” you breathed, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

“I’ve got you,” he promised, his hands sliding down to the waistband of your pants. He paused, his eyes meeting yours as if asking for permission.

When you nodded, he moved with deliberate care, his fingers working to free you of the fabric. His hands brushed against your bare brown skin as though committing every inch of you to memory.

“You’re perfect,” he said, his voice thick with admiration. “Every inch of you.”

You felt vulnerable and cherished all at once. As his hands explored, his lips never left your skin, his praises mingling with the soft hum of the room.

“You’re mine,” he murmured against your shoulder, his tone possessive yet tender. “No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets you like I do.”

His hands, warm and confident, cupped your waist, pulling you closer until there was barely any space between you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured, his breath brushing against your neck as his lips trailed down to the sensitive spot beneath your ear. His voice was low and gravelly, full of restrained desire. “Wanted you.”

Your body felt like it was on fire, every inch of you hyperaware of his touch. His fingers slid between your legs, tracing slow, deliberate patterns across your inner thigh. The contrast between his rough hands and the softness of your body left you dizzy, like your mind couldn’t keep up with the sensations.

His words sent a shiver through you, your breath catching as his hands worked lower, unbuttoning your pants with a precision that made you feel exposed. You perched on the edge of the desk as he slid the fabric down along with your lacy underwear, his eyes roaming over you like you were something sacred.

“Look at you,” he said, his voice reverent. His hands rested on your bare thighs, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin there.

When his fingers slipped between your legs, you gasped, your head falling back slightly as the sensation overwhelmed you. His touch was gentle but precise rubbing your bundle of nerves in deep, slow motions, every movement drawing quiet sounds from your lips that you couldn’t hold back.

You’d never felt the touch of a man like him and it was driving you crazy. You wanted to explode right then and there. His index and middle finger rubbed circles precisely, his eyes locked on yours to see how his movements had you. He then slipped a finger into your tight, wet, pussy, the low sound of squelching making him smirk. You were soaked for him. He thrusted his finger slowly then curled it skillfully to meet the spot inside you that made you cry out against him.

“That’s it,” he murmured against your skin, his voice full of praise. “You feel so good—so wet, so responsive. I could spend all night just like this.”

His words wrapped around you, grounding you even as your body shook under his touch. When he paused, his lips brushing your temple, he brought his fingers that were just deep inside your pussy, into his mouth. His tongue swirled over them in a way that sent a jolt of heat straight through you. The intimacy of the act left you breathless, his gaze locked onto yours.

“You taste so sweet,” he murmured, his lips curving into a small smirk. “I bet the rest of you is just as addictive.”

He reached back down, circling your clit then your dripping hole, coaxing the sweetest noises from your plump lips. He pressed his own against your neck, nipping and finding the sweet spot there, just as he found the sweet spot inside your pussy as his two fingers curled. You mewled under his touch, time coming to a stand still as he thrusted deeply, pleasure rushing through your whole body. Your legs were already shaking and you hoped no one heard you desperate moans as Charlie finger fucked you like no one else had before.

“C’mon beautiful, cum on my fingers, your pussy is just clamping around them,” he whispered, voice gravely and seductive.

You gripped his muscular bicep, head tipping and eyes rolling back as overwhelming pleasure swept over you. A rush of liquid spurted from your pussy and onto his fingers making you cry out.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl, you did so good for me, I knew you’d be good for me,” he cooed.

His praise made your head spin, but you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching for him. Your hands went to the shirt he had on under his coat, practically ripping it off, and when he stood there, bare and undeniably gorgeous, the sight left you breathless.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” he said softly, noticing the way your hands trembled. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin in a way that made you feel safe. “I’m here for you—for whatever you want.”

You leaned up, pressing a kiss to his neck before your hands trailed lower, tracing the lines of his body until you reached the waistband of his pants. The way his breath hitched when your fingers dipped beneath the fabric sent a thrill through you, emboldening you to push further.

“You don’t have to—”he started, but his words faltered when you dropped to your knees.

“I want to,” you said softly, looking up at him.

His hand tangled in your curls, his breath shuddering as your mouth moved over his cock, the touch of your hands deliberate but tentative. His praise came in quiet murmurs, his voice strained as he told you how good you were, how perfect your mouth felt. His praises willed you on and you glided your tongue along the thick and long shaft, suckling on the tip as your brown eyes locked with his. His face was so beautiful like this, contorted from the pleasure you were giving him.

You slowly took him deeper, swirling your tongue and massaging his balls as you felt the tip of his cock reach down your throat. His breathy moans left you dripping, the only reason you could even take him that far. Easing him out of your mouth, you moved under to his balls, moving between them, massaging and gliding your tongue over them. You licked from the sacks back up to his cock then took him half way into your mouth and used your hand to stroke it while you sucked. His balls tightened and you knew he was about to cum in your mouth.

He pulled you back up to him by your neck before he could, meeting you in a sloppy kiss that made his mouth just as messy as yours.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmured against your lips. “But I need more of you.”

When he pulled back, his gaze locked onto yours, the fire in his eyes making you feel as though the world had disappeared around you.

"Spread your legs for me," he murmured, his voice a low rasp.

Your heart raced as you followed his command, his hands immediately resting on your thighs, his thumbs brushing over your skin. His touch was firm, possessive, but laced with care, as though he wanted to savor every inch of you.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispered, positioning his hard cock between your legs. His hands slid under your thighs, pulling you closer to him. “Better than I ever let myself imagine.”

His movements were deliberate as he pushed inside you, slow enough that the stretch made your breath catch. The sensation was overwhelming—every nerve in your body alight as he filled your pussy completely.

“God,” Charlie groaned, his forehead pressing against yours. “You feel so good. So tight, so wet. Like you were made for me.”

Your body trembled beneath his praise, every word making you feel cherished and utterly his. He started slow, his thrusts steady and controlled, as though he was savoring the moment and feeling your walls around him. His hands gripped your hips firmly, anchoring you as he moved.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice rough. “Do you hear me? You belong to me. No one else gets to touch you like this—no one.”

“Yours,” you whispered, your voice shaky from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you.

A satisfied growl rumbled in his chest, and his pace quickened, his movements more deliberate as his hands roamed your body and his cock pounded into your pussy. One hand slipped to your throat, his fingers gentle but firm as he tilted your head back to look at him.

“Look at me,” he said, his eyes blazing. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” you gasped, your voice barely more than a whisper as his thick cock inside you was taking your breath away.

“That’s right,” he murmured, his grip tightening slightly in a way that sent a shiver through you. “You’re mine, and I’m going to take care of you. Cum for me, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

His words sent you over the edge, your body trembling as he held you steady, his praise washing over you like a wave.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice softening as he eased you through the sensation. “So good for me, cum on my cock. So perfect.”

Before you could fully recover, he guided you to stand, turning you around so your hands braced against the desk. His lips brushed your ear as he leaned over you, his chest pressed against your back.

“You look even better like this,” he said, his voice low and full of admiration.

His hands trailed down your sides, steadying you as he entered your pussy again, the new angle drawing a gasp from your lips. His pace was measured at first, his hands gripping your hips before sliding up to tangle gently in your curls

“Such a good girl for me,” he praised, his voice strained with his own pleasure. "So beautiful, and this fucking ass, shit.”

His thrusts quickened, the sound of your moans and the subtle creak of the desk filling the room. Every thrust, every word of praise made you feel as though you were coming apart, your body entirely under his control yet cherished in a way you’d never felt before. The angle had him hitting spots inside you that you didn’t know existed. Filling you up and making you feel like he would tear you apart. He could feel himself stretch your tight walls and you could feel every vein and every twitch of his cock. It was enough to send you both over the edge.

“I need you to cum again,” he murmured, his hand brushing over your back to steady you. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Cum for me while I cum inside you. M’gonna breed you.”

His words sparked something inside you and as he began slamming into you, you fucked him back. Your ass slammed back against him, rippling as he let go of your hair and slapped it harshly.

“That’s fucking it, I’m gonna cum, gonna breed you and make you completely mine. Cum with me, sweetheart,” he groaned.

And you did, every inch of you consumed by him—his touch, his words, his cum spurting inside you, the way he made you feel entirely his. You cried out, body trembling as your orgasm went on and so did his, ropes of his cum filling you up.

As the electricity of the moment faded, Charlie leaned over you, his chest pressing softly against your back, his lips brushing tender kisses to your shoulder. He stayed there for a moment, his breath warm against your skin, grounding you both.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he murmured, his voice low and soft, the rasp replaced with genuine concern.

You nodded, still catching your breath, feeling a mix of exhaustion and contentment settle over you. “Yeah,” you whispered, your voice a little shaky.

Charlie gently pulled you up, turning you to face him. His hands cradled your face as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “You were incredible,” he said, his voice full of praise and tenderness. “So good for me, every step of the way.”

He moved quickly to grab his coat from the hanger, draping it over your shoulders. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said with a small, reassuring smile. He helped you adjust your clothes first, his touch careful, as if every movement was a silent apology for the moments before.

In the small office sink, he dampened a cloth with warm water and returned to you, kneeling slightly to meet your gaze. “This okay?” he asked, holding the cloth up.

You nodded, your heart swelling at his gentleness. “Thank you, Charlie.”

He cleaned you up with care, murmuring soft words of reassurance and praise as he worked. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, brushing a stray strand of your curls from your face. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

Once you were both settled, he pulled you into his arms, sitting you on his lap in the office chair. His hands rubbed soothing circles along your back as he held you close, his chin resting on the top of your head.

“You should know,” he began, his voice softer now, “that this wasn’t just a moment for me. You mean more than that. You always have.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you tilted your head up to look at him. “I know,” you said softly, and he smiled, pressing another gentle kiss to your lips.

For a while, you stayed like that, wrapped in each other, the quiet hum of the office filling the space. Whatever had sparked between you both earlier burned differently now, calmer.

And as you rested against him, warmth spreading through you, you felt more than content to let him have you.

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sugawhaaa · 2 days ago

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JEONGIN ONE-SHOT

🍒•{ innocence }•🍒

Warnings//genre:: SMUT, HYBRID, angst if you squint, shouting, marking/biting, scenting, mentions masturbating, breeding kink, lil size kink, squirting

Pairing:: inexperienced!dom!fennec!hybrid!jeongin x sub!fem!reader

A/N:: okay I am bashing my head against the wall over this fanfic 😋 hope yall like it (heart hand emoji)

Skz masterlist:: 🐾

Taglist:: @yukichan67 @kbunzzi2oa @annafeebou

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"Jeongin? What are you doing?" You ask out of genuine confusion and concern as you stumble upon your hybrid sitting on the couch with little clothing, an icepack across his chest and a cool cloth on his head.

"I'm so hot," He groans as he tosses his head on the back of the couch. "And my teeth ache, I can hardly sleep and I have zero appetite," He lists off his symptoms and you quickly become concerned.

"Oh jeez, did you check your temperature?" You go down on your knees in front of him, looking at his face, and it strikes a cord in Jeongin. His lips part, his fangs partly revealed as his pupils widen, his tail flicking back and forth. His mind races with dirty images and he shakes his head, his hair swaying with his head. "Are you okay? You shouldn't shake your head like that with this fever, you may get dizzy," You hold his cheek as his tail sways again, his ears standing tall along with something else...

A tall tent forms in his shorts that he hadn't even noticed but you, kneeling in front of him, noticed. You smile softly and stand up.

"I think I know what's up," You nod and Jeongin perks up.

"Really?" He looks at you with a twinkle in his eyes, that innocent hope.

"Have you heard of being in heat?" You ask as you sit down beside him and Jeongin's jaw drops.

"You don't think..." His face flushes even more than before though you didn't think he could get redder. He tucks his bushy tail around his body, a sign of insecurity.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," you smile softly as you put a hand to his shoulder but he continues to tuck away, his ears flattening. "It's normal, similar stuff happens to me monthly," you nod and Jeongin tilts an ear, a little confused and curious. "That's a topic for another day but promise me if you ever need help you can come to me okay?" You look at him determinedly and he nods quickly, showing you he's listening.

However, a week later you felt like he hadn't heard you at all.

"I'm fine!" Jeongin shouts from behind his bedroom door. You had accidentally knocked when he was masturbating and now he was...pissy.

"I just wanted to see how you're holding up," you explain and you hear him growl, his voice cracking.

"I don't need you bothering me every ten minutes! Leave me alone!" He hisses and you hear him hit the wall, amplifying his statement. You sigh and decide to leave him be but you weren't sure how much longer you could "leave him be". He's a mess. You hear him up all night, his chronically on his phone and he hasn't eaten a full meal in at least three days. You really worry about him and how this heat is physically and emotionally affecting him.

You then decide to do what most would think is an ass move but you don't have much of a choice. You go back to his room and knock on the door. "What!?" Jeongin snaps but you remain calm.

"I'm coming in," You say as you grab the door handle.

"N-No! Wait," you hear the genuine panic in his voice and you decide to wait. "Let me just...one second," he hisses and you hear some cluttering behind the door before he opens it. "What," he raises a brow at you and you are momentarily frozen because of how he looks. His hair frizzy, eyes dark, and his face flushed.

"I need to talk to you," you remain firm despite his height and size compared to you. You let yourself in and close the door behind you. After some negotiating you get Jeongin to sit next to you on his bed and you can see the frantic movement in his eyes, clearly buzzed. "I told you if you need help you should come to me," you put a hand to your chest and he scoffs.

"I don't need help, I'm handling it just fine," he scowls as he looks to the side and you sigh.

"Listen, this may be harsh but based on your attitude you need to hear it," you cross your arms, and he snaps his eyes over to you. "You're not fine, if you were fine you'd be eating, sleeping, bathing, and living like normal! I need you to stop shutting me out so we can actually get you to "handle" this because you will go through this every year and I'd imagine you'd like to be able to handle it better than this," you explain and Jeongin goes blank before sighing.

"Fine..." he sighs before swallowing hard. "B-But I need to know," he looks up at you, his eyes have somewhat returned to that innocent and tender glaze. He swallows hard again as he looks down. "Is it normal to..." he struggles to spit the words out. You tilt your head, showing him you're listening. "I-I can't stop thinking about you," he whimpers softly as his ears flatten. Jeongin worms his way into your arms like he always manages to do. "No matter what I do or for how long I just...I need you," his hand claws at your shoulder, kneading and pricking the fabric. "I keep getting these thoughts of...mating with you, breeding you, making you mine," he nuzzles his face against your neck, his breathing is heavy and ghosts over your skin making you shiver softly.

"Yes, this is normal," you pet his head, slicking back his tall ears only for them to bounce back up. You kiss his forehead and he smiles softly. "Do you want to...fulfill those fantasies?" You tilt your head and Jeongin instantly picks his head up, his ears pointing straight and his tail swaying.

"Yes! If you'd let me," he blushes as he admires your body quickly, his shirt hanging off his shoulder as he sits patiently.

"I'm all yours," you smile as you gesture to yourself and Jeongin's eyes light up before turning dark.

"All mine?" He tilts his head, one ear notching down as well. His hands roam over your body, looming over your breasts, but he holds back for now, instead, he decides to strip you. His touch is gentle but definitely rushed. "Fuck," he breaths out, his mouth watering as he admires your nude body on display for him. He licks his lips, his fang grazing his tongue. He throws off his shirt and begins to undo his pants as he leaves mark all over your body.

His fangs dig in, only a little, but enough that you can see it in the marks he has left. He trails his mouth lower and lower, sucking your skin into his mouth and pulling, making you moan each time. His fingers trail around your hips, outlining the bone. "Strong pelvis," he mutters against your skin.

"What was that?" You tilt your head, a little confused by his comment. He shakes his head, blushing.

"Nothing..." he goes back to marking you, a bite on each hip and right above your pubes. He then rubs his face up against your lower abdomen. "Gonna be so swollen," he mutters to himself as his strong hands roam around your body. He then picks up the back of your knees, bending them to rest on his shoulders as he creeps upward, his body looming over yours. "Will you let me breed you, baby? Pump you full of my kits," he licks your jawline, and your face flushes; he's had a complete persona change from snappy, to submissive, and now he's talking about breeding you? Heat really is intense huh...

"Fuck yeah," you moan, along with a chuckle buried deep in your chest. He lines his cock up with your slit, rubbing your folds with his tip a few times.

"Are you sure because...I don't know if I can hold back," he smirks softly as his head falls, sweat building up on his hairline again. After assuring him again he caves into his instincts, pushing his cock forward. He moans as your wet warmth envelops him, swallowing him up. "Oh god," he moans with a smirk, his head tucked back. "Is this position okay?" Jeongin asks as he begins to move his hips.

"Yeah, hits nice and deep," you ruffles his hair softly and his eyes widen.

"Nice and deep huh?" His pupils fill as he processes your words and the sensations in his body. "Gonna breed you nice and deep, you're gonna feel and look so good," he smirks as his hips pick up speed. You throw your head back as your back arches up. You stifle a moan as you grip the sheets but Jeongin grabs your wrist. "Grab me," he guides your hand to his shoulder, and you instantly reposition your arm to claw at his back.

"Yes Jeongin, just like that," you moan with a little smile and Jeongin's ears twitch upward, your praise striking a cord in him. You feel every grain of his cock gliding in and out of your dripping cunt that's throbbing and aching for release, with the rate that Jeongin is going you're going to cum soon but...would that be enough for him? Doubt it. "I think I'm close," you moan and Jeongin smirks as he looms over you.

"Yeah? Two minutes in you're already shaking and on the verge of cumming~? How cute," he smirks before nuzzling his nose into your lower jawline, breathing in your scent.

"I can't help it when you keep fucking that one spot," you whimper and Jeongins tail sways curiously.

"What spot~? Oh this one," he slaps his hips into that one spot that makes your legs shoot straight up.

"Fuck! You asshole," you whine as you fall back into the pillow. He stops thrusting only to tease that spot, his hips swaying back and forth to make his cock rub against that sweet spot. You whimper loudly and he grins.

"Oh but you like it don't you?" He licks the shell of your ear before continuing to thrust, this time focusing on that spot, moving at a slower but harder pace. He begins to rub your clit on top of everything else.

"J-Jeongin," you moan as your head goes fuzzy, a strange warmth taking control of your body as you feel warm water trickling out of your slit. It wasn't as much trickling, more spraying, and it definitely wasn't water. Jeongin is momentarily taken aback, setting your legs down to rest by his hips.

"I...I didn't know I could do that," he blushes softly as he looks at the wetness on his body. "Well, I guess I didn't do anything you were the one who...squirted," he folds in his lips with that little awkward smile.

"Come here boy," you bring your arms around his neck and pull him closer. His face flushes from the little title you gave him. "I didn't tell you to stop," you look into his eyes while your head spins.

"R-Right," Jeongin nods, feeling a little confused on who was the dom and sub in this. He resumes his little breeding session, his hips resuming speed if not increasing thanks to the lube you just produced, and he felt himself falling to his instincts again. The constant throb in his loins, the heat coursing through his body, and the way his gut tightens with every thrust. The raw need to breed, not only fuck, returned. He whimpers softly as his head falls to your shoulder. "Wanna fill you," He whines, "fill you with my kits," he growls his voice leaks desperacy but he soon met his goal.

A fluid and consistent warmth filled you from the inside as the two of you moan in harmony. A sense of satisfaction runs through the both of you; Jeongin's through the thought of breeding you at long last and yours through the raw pleasure and warmth he brought to you. You bring up a hand to the back of his head, brushing his hair softly as a form of praise. The room falls quiet aside from the sound of the two of you panting. "Sorry," Jeongin breathes and you tilt your head.

"For what," You chuckle softly.

"For...Yelling at you and being rude," He pouts softly as he thinks back on what he said. "You know I didn't mean of that, I was just...stressed," He looks up into your eyes, his ears tucked back.

"Of course," You kiss his nose again and he squints his eyes shut with a smile. "And I understand. Hormones and stuff can be a lot to handle, trust me," You pet behind his ear and he moans softly.

"Thank you for understanding, you're the best owner I could ask for," He nuzzles his head up into your hand, a low purr humming in his throat.

"Thank you baby, it means a lot," You snuggle into his neck. "Now, lets get you a bath," You smile and he frowns, his ears tuck back.

"I hate baths..."

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chrissturnsfav · 2 days ago

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singer!reader on tour for her new album and rapper!chris is with her. she’s performing one of the sexier songs on her album and he can’t wait to fuck the shit out of her later

I WILL KISS YOU IF U WRITE THIS PLSSS

⋆.˚✮ singer!reader's new song gets rapper!chris excited in the stands

you can feel his eyes on you, even from the shadowed corners of his private box. the stage lights are bright, the bass heavy, and the crowd is a swarm of hands and screams, but none of that matters right now. all you can think about is chris.

your new song—pornstar—thumps in sync with your racing heart as you slide your hand down your bare thigh, teasing the audience with a toothy smirk.

you know chris is devouring you with that low smirk he does when he has you pinned beneath him. you glance his way up in the private box, barely a flicker of your eyes, but it’s enough to spot him leaning forward in a manspread, elbows on his knees, his jaw tight.

you move with the music, hips rolling slow as you lower your body to the floor, your voice sultry and innocent as the ironically dirty lyrics pour from your lips. you sing to the crowd, but you perform for him.

chris is watching you like he owns you, and it sends a shiver down your spine. every movement you make—every arch of your back, every sway of your body—is deliberate. you know exactly what you’re doing to him.

you catch his gaze again, and this time, it lingers. his eyes are dark, intense, and you know he’s thinking about later. the way his tongue prods the inside of his cheek tells you he’s already planning exactly how the night will end, and it makes a familiar stickiness settle in your panties beneath your stage outfit just at the mere thought of it.

as your knees hit the stage, the beat picks up, and the song shifts into its sultriest part. your voice raises higher pitched, the lyrics melting into moans. it’s part of the song, part of the performance, but the sound feels real, raw, like it’s just for him.

you close your eyes, letting the moment take over as you put on your best fucked out face for the fans, but in the back of your mind, you know exactly what you’re doing. every breathy note, every movement of your pretty body, is calculated. you can almost feel his tension from here, imagine him gripping the tight bulge in his jeans, barely holding it together.

when you steal another glance, his body is taut with tension—still in the same position, but now his head is tilted slightly like he’s trying to memorize every movement. the way he watches you sends a flush of heat through your body, the kind you can’t shake, even with the stage lights blazing.

the song intensifies, your moans weaving seamlessly into the rhythm, and you drag your hands slowly up your thighs, just like you practiced. your fingers linger at your waist, teasing as you bite your bottom lip, and you swear you see him shift in his seat, running a hand over his jaw like he’s fighting to keep his dick from hardening even further.

when the music fades and the crowd explodes in applause, you rise to your feet, breathless, and send one last wicked glance his way. he’s no longer sitting. he’s standing now, his gaze is hot and possessive.

later after the show, you and chris are in your bedroom on your tour bus, and the night is ending just as you thought it would.

you're laying on your back, your stage outfit and chris' clothes pooled on the floor beside the bed, his fingers digging into the undersides of your thighs as he pushes them harder to your chest.

your bed is creaking as he fucks into you, squelch after squelch filling your ears and he hisses in pleasure, watching your face twist in and out of ecstasy as you moan softly.

"y'knew what you were doin' didn't you?" he murmurs, his brown waves framing his face in the most perfect messy way. "dancin' like that, moanin' like that, tryin' to get me hard in the middle of your show. got some nerve, ma."

"i-it was...a-all for you," you whimper, your eyes rolling back deep as a dark chuckle fills your ears that makes your thighs burn deliciously. "d-did it for...y-you..."

"yeah?" he chirps, smirking cockily as his hands push your thighs harder against your shoulders earning a whimper from you. "pretty lil' dance was all for me, yeah?"

"y-yes...yes..." you gasp, throwing your head back into your pillows, your jaw locked open while your hands tug at his hair making him groan in response.

"yeah, i know," he mumbles confidently, humming in satisfaction. his breath hitches followed by a grunt when your spongy walls tighten around him, a whine leaving your lips.

"mhmm, gonna cum, yeah?" he pants down at you, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip and smirking cockily when all you can do is moan and squirm in response, "squeezin' my cock so tight, c'mon baby, cum all on me."

your back arches off the bed as you teeter on the edge, your thighs twitching against his shoulders. your eyes snap open when he ruts into you harder. "o-ohh fuck...chris...mmph..."

chris hums, smiling down at you, moving one hand from your thigh to cup your cheek, "yeah, keep those pretty eyes open f'me. wanna see you ma."

thank you for reading! <3

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♡‧₊˚ Neighbor!Matt x Brat!Reader - Dibs

Sprawled out across your mattress, a weighted sleep mask covers your eyes as your brain throbbed so hard in your skull it felt like it could burst open at any moment. Working from home the last couple months was great; despite the raging migraines you were cursed with every other day from having your eyes fixated on your laptop screen for so long. The obnoxiously noisy neighbors above you didn’t make matters any better for you. Every shout and stomp sounding thru your ceiling made your head ache more than it already was.

Only residing in your apartment for roughly three months, you assumed your upstairs neighbors had been there much longer than you. You weren't the one to go out of your way to complain about much unless it was a major problem to you, and your upstairs neighbors were definitely becoming a constant problem in your day-to-day routine. It seemed like there were only a few hours in the day they weren't being loud as fuck. You'd find yourself constantly muting work calls and zoom meetings because it sounded like somebody was bound to come crashing down from the floor above at any moment. Wendy didn't help much either, she was a needy little cat with her consistent meowing and batting of her play mice often left you distracted. At least it was a pleasant distraction, unlike your upstairs neighbors who got on your last nerve without even knowing who they were.

You were new to the city, and you definitely didn't want to get on anyone's bad side. Your mouth was a lethal weapon in many ways. The last thing you needed was someone calling the property manager because you called them a – "stupid jobless cunt who can't shut the fuck up if their life depended on it" – that's how you described them to your best friend earlier in a text anyway.

Pushing your negative thoughts to the back of your mind, you try to ignore the continuous thumping and screaming from the floor up above. There's no way they didn't know they were this loud. Knowing your luck, it was probably a little old couple that was hard of hearing or visually impaired. As much as they scream, you found that really hard to believe. One final thump makes up your mind, a loud groan erupts from your lungs, and you toss back your goose down comforter, storming out of your bedroom and down the hall. Your brain fogged by rage; you completely forget about your shoes at your front door.

Making your way up the stairwell, you let your bare feet echo off the ground with each stomp. How inconsiderate of someone to be up at this time of night, blasting loud ass music and screaming so loud it shook your bedroom walls. You open the hallway door, standing your ground in front of the noisy culprits' apartment door. The adrenaline pumps through veins as you let your fist fly, pounding on the door until you feel the heat rise to your palm. Pissed was an understatement. You were livid.

You chew on your bottom lip, crossing your arms over your chest as a mixture of rage and nervousness boils down in your gut. You hoped and prayed it wasn’t a little old lady on the other side of this door. You weren’t sure if the universe was working in your favor or not because when the door swings open – revealing a handsome, blue eyed, dark haired fucking sex god – you felt your heart drop to your stomach. Your mouth gapes open slightly, his face crunching in slight confusion and anger. No words are said as the stranger in front of you shifts on his feet, “can I uhm — can I help you?” His eyes make a track over your face and down your body, awkwardly shifting to the ceiling above. The realization quickly washes over you, your pajamas exposing more skin than you’d like in that particular moment. A bit uncomfortable, you hug your arms tighter to your chest, giving yourself more coverage as you let out a huff, “can you quiet the fuck down? Some people actually want to sleep in this building,” you breathe out, a bit winded from the flight of stairs, your tone a little bitchier than you intended – not that you cared at all.

His eyebrows knit together as he looks down at you, completely blown away at the words coming out of your mouth, “what?” his lip curling upward as he speaks.

“I’ve lived under for the last three months and all you do is scream, stomp, and blast your music,” you spit out, shifting your weight to your opposite hip, your voice trembling from the adrenaline pounding at your chest. The hard expression still etched across his face, you couldn’t tell if he was listening intently or getting ready to chew your ass out as soon as you stopped speaking, and you weren’t going to give him the opportunity to do so, “you should be more considerate of your neighbors or maybe – I don’t know, don’t live in an apartment,” you seethe, spinning on your heels and heading toward the exit.

His broad voice beats like a hammer thru the hallway, “next time try being nicer. Being a bitch gets you nowhere in life, y’know.” You stop dead in your tracks, your grip on the door handle tightens at his words, the harsh sound of his apartment door slamming makes your head throb. The audacity of a fucking man.

Little did you know, on the inside of your neighbor's apartment his brother asked who was at the door, to which he quickly replied, “just some brat from downstairs,” shaking his head with a chuckle. This clearly sparked his brother's curiosity, “she cute?”

Matt clears his throat, pressing his back against the door and tangling a hand in his hair out of frustration, "really fucking cute." He watches his brother's face light you, "really you thin – ," he starts but Matt cuts him off almost instantly.

“Dibs,” Matt calls out in a rush, shutting down any thoughts his brother had running thru that thick skull of his, plastering a serious smirk on his face so he'd be taken seriously. No way he was letting a girl like you fall victim to his brother's bullshit – maybe his own bullshit – but definitely not his brothers.

Wc - 1072

♡‧₊˚ Just giving you guys a look on how neighbor!Matt and brat!Reader met each other 🥹 Loving these two sm, I have like six pages (and counting) in my google docs all dedicated to them lmaoo. So happy everyone loved the first blurb <3 also wanted to say thank you to everyone for interacting and sharing my work. It means the world to me, you guys blessed me with an early birthday present - 500 follower 🥲🫶🏻

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All I Want Is You

pairing: Azriel x Reader

content warnings: SMUT (18+ only)

word count: 4k

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Chapter 1

Azriel POV

The sultry hum of music filled the air at Rita’s, the vibrant lounge in Velaris where fae of all walks of life gathered to dance, drink, and revel. Azriel, the enigmatic Shadowsinger of the Night Court, stepped inside. His dark wings—now folded tight—still drew attention, though he remained the embodiment of cool detachment.

He hadn’t intended to come tonight, but Cassian had insisted.

“Loosen up for once,” his brother had said, practically shoving him out the door.

Azriel scanned the room, his sharp eyes catching every detail.

Then he saw her.

In the center of the dance floor, illuminated by the dim glow of faelight, a stunning female danced. Her long black hair shimmered like a raven’s wing and her eyes, a piercing green that seemed to glow with their own light, caught his attention instantly.

But it was her dress that held his gaze longer than it should have. A low-cut, down to her navel green glittery gown that wrapped around her neck and left her back completely exposed. The dress, barely more than a scrap of fabric, hugged her curves perfectly, the shimmering fabric catching the light with every movement. The hem barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, and a slit ran up one side of the dress, stopping high at the top of her leg. When she twirled just right, Azriel caught the briefest glimpse of a strap of lacy black panties, barely there and teasingly visible. His throat tightened, and he forced himself to look away—only to find his gaze drawn back to her like a moth to a flame.

Her laugh rang like a bell over the music, carefree and intoxicating. Azriel’s breath caught in his throat.

Who was she?

For a moment, he simply stood there, entranced. His shadows whispered in his ear, curious about this captivating female who moved with such grace, as though the music was hers to command.

“You’re staring,” Cassian teased, his voice cutting through the thrumming bass of Rita’s. “At least try to be subtle about it.”

Azriel didn’t bother to deny it. His hazel eyes were locked on her—the stunning woman across the room who moved like liquid fire under the flickering lights. Her long black hair cascaded down her back to her waist in waves, catching the gleam of the chandeliers as she swayed to the music. She was a masterpiece of temptation.

She was dancing with another man—a fae with golden hair and a cocky grin plastered across his face. Azriel’s jaw tightened as he watched the man’s hand slide too low on her waist.

Too familiar.

Something tightened in his chest when the golden-haired male wrapped an arm around her waist, spinning her closer.

“Who is she?” Azriel asked, his voice low but laced with something dangerous.

Cassian shrugged, taking a swig of his drink. “No idea. She’s not from around here, though. Definitely new to Velaris.” He smirked, leaning closer. “Why? You going to do something about it, or are you just going to stand there brooding?”

Azriel didn’t answer. He was already moving, weaving through the crowd with the predatory grace that came so naturally to him. His shadows trailed behind him like a silent warning, parting the dancers as he made his way to her.

The moment he stepped onto the dance floor, the energy shifted. People seemed to sense the intensity radiating off him and gave him space. But she—she didn’t notice him at first. She was too absorbed in the rhythm, her body moving with a natural sensuality that made his pulse quicken.

When he finally reached her, he tapped the other man on the shoulder. “Mind if I cut in?” His tone was polite, but there was an edge to it that left no room for argument.

The golden-haired male blinked, startled. He glanced at Azriel, his expression shifting into a wary smile as he sized up the Shadowsinger. The male hesitated, but the female smiled, her glowing eyes alight with intrigue.

And then it was just the two of them.

She turned to him, her green eyes locking with his. For a moment, everything else faded away—the music, the chatter, the crush of bodies around them. It was just her and him and the electric charge that crackled between them.

“Bold move,” she said, her voice warm and sultry. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Azriel,” he replied, stepping closer. His hand found the curve of her waist, the heat of her skin searing through the thin fabric of her dress. “And you are?”

“Y/n,” she said, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. “Don’t think this means you’ve won me over yet.”

Challenge accepted.

Azriel repeated her name, savoring it like the finest wine. “Y/n,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music.

She tilted her head slightly, her emerald eyes catching the dim faelight, making them seem to shimmer like jewels. “Do you always say names like they’re a secret worth keeping?” she teased, her lips curving in a playful smile.

Azriel didn’t respond, too captivated by her to think of a reply. Her name fit her perfectly - elegant, strong, and utterly enchanting. He drew her closer, their bodies moving as one to the sultry beat of the music. His hand rested lightly on the small of her back, but he could feel the heat of her skin through the thin, glittering fabric of her dress. It was intoxicating, almost overwhelming, but Azriel held himself together, keeping his emotions tightly reined, even as they swirled within him.

They moved in perfect synchronization, her lithe form fitting seamlessly against his solid frame. Every step, every turn, was effortless, as though they had been dancing together for years. She arched slightly as he guided her into a spin, the slit in her dress parting just enough to reveal a glimpse of her toned leg and that teasing strap of lace. Azriel’s wings twitched behind him, his sharp focus faltering for the briefest of moments.

When she returned to his arms, he steadied her, his hazel eyes locking onto hers. In those green depths, he saw more than beauty. Her gaze held him captive, refusing to let him look away.

“Careful,” she murmured, her voice low and inviting. “You might just fall under my spell.”

Azriel’s lips twitched into the faintest of smirks. “I don’t fall easily.”

“Don’t you?” she asked, tilting her head as though studying him. Her hair shifted, brushing against his arm like silk.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he dipped her low, his hand firm on her back as he leaned closer, his shadowed presence enveloping her. “I think it’s you who should be careful, Y/n,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. “I don’t let go of what’s mine.”

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning. Her green eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t pull away. If anything, she leaned into him, her fingers curling lightly against his shoulder.

“And what makes you think I’m yours?” she asked, her voice still playful but softer now, almost daring.

Azriel’s jaw tightened, and his shadows swirled faintly at the edges of the dance floor, restless and intrigued by her. “Because I’ve already decided I won’t stop until you are.”

“Do you always take what you want?” she asked, teasing but curious.

“Not always,” he said, his gaze dropping to her lips. “But I’ve learned not to waste time when it matters.”

Her laughter was soft, but it sent a thrill through him. “And you’ve decided I matter?”

He didn’t answer immediately. He didn’t need to. The way his hand tightened slightly on her waist, the way his wings flared ever so slightly, spoke volumes.

He pulled her closer, their bodies aligned as they began to move together. She fit against him perfectly, her curves molding to his hard planes as if they were made for each other. His hand slid lower, resting just above the dip of her ass, and he felt her shiver in response.

“You dance like you own the room,” he murmured, his breath grazing her ear.

She tilted her head back, her lips brushing his jaw. “Maybe I do.”

Her confidence was intoxicating. So was the way her hips rolled against his, every movement deliberate and maddeningly slow. He slid a knee between her legs, her hips gyrated, grinding on his thigh. He could feel the heat building between them, the tension coiling tighter with each passing second.

“You are not from here, are you Y/n?” he asked, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her back.

“No,” she replied, her voice soft but steady. “But Velaris has a certain… charm to it. And now, it seems, so do you.”

He chuckled, the sound low and rich. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

Their conversation flowed easily, punctuated by stolen glances and lingering touches. He learned bits and pieces about her—her love of stars, her sharp wit, her unapologetic independence. But there was something guarded in her eyes, something she wasn’t saying. It only made him want to unravel her more.

The song slowed, the rhythm softening, and so did their movements. He guided her in a gentle sway, his hand sliding just slightly lower on her back, anchoring her to him. The faint glitter on her dress shimmered against the dim light, but it was her eyes—those radiant green eyes—that held all his attention.

As the night wore on, and the music continued to slow, the air between them grew heavier. The world had narrowed to just the two of them, and Azriel realized with startling clarity: she wasn’t just beautiful. She was magnetic, an irresistible force pulling him in. Sure, he’d been drawn to a pretty face and gorgeous body before, but this—this was something else entirely.

“Y/n,” he said softly, his voice low and rough, like the rumble of distant thunder. Her name on his lips felt intimate, like a promise. “Do you want to get out of here?”

Her brows lifted slightly, surprise flickering across her face, followed quickly by a playful smile. “Bold of you to assume I’ll say yes,” she teased, though her tone held none of the rejection her words implied.

Azriel’s lips quirked in a faint smirk, his confidence unwavering. “You don’t seem like someone who enjoys staying in one place too long,” he said, his hand brushing lightly against her waist. “And I’m not in the mood to share you with a room full of strangers.”

She tilted her head, studying him as though weighing her options. She wasn’t one to leave with someone she’d just met, but Azriel… he wasn’t like anyone else. His presence was magnetic, his touch addictive, and those shadows of his whispered promises of something far more enticing than a crowded dance floor.

She hesitated for a fraction of a second, her gaze searching his. Then she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.”

They left Rita’s hand in hand, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat that burned between them.

His townhouse wasn’t far.

Thank the Gods.

******

Azriel POV

When they finally reached his home, he wasted no time. As soon as the door closed behind them, he pinned her against it, his mouth crashing down on hers. The kiss was hungry, desperate, as if they were both trying to consume each other. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, while his roamed her body, memorizing every curve.

“Upstairs,” he growled against her lips, his voice thick with need.

Her eyes widened slightly, and she pulled away, a flicker of surprise and amusement dancing in those emerald depths.

“Careful,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing. “You might just fall in love with me.”

Azriel tilted his head, his shadows curling around them like curious onlookers. “Is that a challenge?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.

Her lips curved into a sly smile, one that made his pulse quicken. “Only if you’re brave enough to take it.”

His response was swift as he crashed his mouth back against hers.

They stumbled up the stairs, shedding clothes as they went. By the time they reached his bedroom, she was down to nothing but that damn pair of black lace panties, and he was utterly undone by the sight of her.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her lips swollen from his kisses. Her eyes, now a hunter green, darkened with desire, locked with his, her cheeks flushed.

She was fucking breathtaking.

“Tell me you want this,” he said, his voice rough with need.

“I want this,” she whispered, her hands reaching for him. “I want you, Azriel.”

That was all the confirmation he needed.

He claimed her lips again, his hands roaming over her body, memorizing every inch of her as if he could imprint her essence into his very soul. She arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as his fingers found the sensitive peak of her nipple. He bent his head, kissing the valley between her breasts and nipping lightly at her skin.

“Azriel,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as he moved lower, his lips following the path of his hands. His tongue traced the edge of her panties, teasing her until she was trembling with need. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, tugging them down slowly, savoring the way her breath quickened with every inch of bare skin revealed.

When she was finally free of the last barrier, Azriel knelt before her, his eyes devouring the sight of her. He kissed the inside of her thigh, his lips brushing against her heated skin as he moved closer to the apex of her thighs. Her hands clenched in his hair, her hips straining toward him, but he took his time, gently parting her folds with his fingers before finally tasting her.

Her moan filled the room, echoing off the walls as Azriel drank from her like a man starved. His tongue circled her clit, the pressure just enough to make her knees buckle. He dipped his tongue back inside of her, moaning at the taste of her.

Fuck, she was intoxicating and sweet.

Just like honey.

She steadied herself against the bedpost, her thighs quivering as he worked her with expert precision. Every flick of his tongue sent sparks shooting through her body, building the tension until she was gasping for release.

“Please,” she begged, her voice breaking as she rocked against his mouth. “I need you.”

Azriel rose to his feet, lifting her effortlessly and carrying her to the bed. He laid her down on the bed, his weight pressing her into the soft mattress, hovering over her as he drank in the sight of her bare skin. “Gods, baby…you’re breathtaking,” he murmured and began trailing kisses down her neck.

She arched into him, her breath hitching as his hands explored her. As he trailed kisses back up to her mouth, he pulled away and gazed into her green eyes.

The firelight cast flickering shadows across the room, but all Azriel saw was her, radiant and beautiful beneath him, her raven-black hair fanned out on the pillows. Every touch, every kiss, ignited a fire in him that he hadn’t known was possible.

His gaze locked onto hers, their breaths mingling in the heat of the moment. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing lightly across her flushed cheeks.

And then it happened.

It was as if the world shattered and re-formed in an instant. The room, the firelight, the quiet city beyond his windows—all of it dimmed, leaving only her. Her piercing green eyes bore into his, and he felt the bond snap into place. It wasn’t a slow realization; it was sudden, overwhelming, and absolute.

The mating bond.

Azriel’s breath hitched as the weight of it settled over him. The intensity of her gaze softened, as though she could feel it too, though her expression held no recognition of what just happened. He opened his mouth to speak, to tell her, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he pressed his forehead against hers, his wings trembling as they flared slightly behind him.

“Y/n,” he whispered, his voice breaking with the raw emotion coursing through him.

She was his.

His mate.

She didn’t respond with words. Instead, she cupped the back of his neck, pulling him closer as her lips met his in a kiss that felt like a promise.

It was enough.

For now, it was enough.

He could tell her later—when the moment was right, when he wasn’t so utterly undone by the magnitude of what she’d become to him.

As their lips met again, they became a hungry tangle of tongues and teeth as he positioned himself between her legs. She wrapped them around his waist, urging him closer, her nails digging into his shoulders as he entered her in one smooth thrust.

They moaned in unison, the sensation of being joined so completely overwhelming. Azriel paused, his forehead resting against hers as they adjusted to the feeling of each other. Then, slowly, he began to move, each stroke deep and deliberate, aimed to drive her wild.

Her hands roamed his body, her nails leaving trails of fire along his back. She arched into him, meeting each thrust with equal fervor, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The bond between them sang, a melody of passion and connection that neither could ignore.

Their pace quickened, the bed rocking beneath them as they lost themselves in each other. Her cries grew louder, her nails raking down his back as she clawed him, getting closer to her release. Azriel’s name fell from her lips like a prayer, and he growled in response, burying himself deeper inside her, chasing the ecstasy they both craved.

Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, the world narrowing to just the two of them. His shadows quieted, their usual restlessness replaced by a rare stillness, as though even they recognized the significance of the bond. Azriel’s hands roamed her body with a reverence he couldn’t put into words, every touch, every kiss an unspoken vow.

The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking—her gasps, his groans, the rhythmic creak of the bed. It was raw, primal, and utterly consuming. When Y/n came undone, her body spasming around his, Azriel followed her over the edge, his release crashing through him with the force of a tidal wave.

Azriel felt a swell of emotions so strong it nearly overwhelmed him.

He pressed his forehead against hers, his voice a rough whisper in the dark.

“You’re mine,” he rasped, his words raw and unguarded, a vow more than a statement.

He buried his face in the curve of her neck, whispering her name like a prayer, grounding himself in her warmth and the undeniable truth of their connection. Azriel pressed a kiss to her sweat-slicked temple, his arms tightening around her as they lay there, hearts pounding in sync.

They laid together, limbs tangled, their breathing ragged.

For a long while, neither spoke, simply content to share caresses and kisses.

Caresses and kisses that would result in Azriel making love to her again and again until the sun began to rise and sleep finally claimed him.

******

Azriel POV

When Azriel woke hours later, the warmth of the bond still thrummed faintly in his chest—but the bed beside him was cold. The absence of her body jolted him awake, his heart lurching as he sat up, his wings shifting with unease.

“Y/n?” he called softly, his voice hoarse.

His gaze fell to the pillow where she had lain, and his chest tightened when he saw the folded piece of parchment resting there. He reached for it, his hands trembling slightly as he unfolded the note.

Azriel,

Last night was unforgettable. You made me feel seen, cherished, and alive in a way I never thought possible. I will hold onto the memory of your touch, your voice, and the way you looked at me—as though I was the only thing that mattered.

When you wake, I will already be gone from Velaris. I am so thankful that I got to spend my last night on holiday with you. However, it is time for me to return home.

Let me live in your memory as the woman who shared this night with you, because you will always be in mine.

Forever yours,

Y/n

Azriel sat on the edge of the bed, the note still clutched tightly in his hand, its edges crumpling beneath his grip. The ache in his chest was unbearable, a raw, searing pain that only deepened as the bond thrummed within him, empty and yearning. His shadows swirled around him, their usual whispers quiet, as though they too mourned her absence.

She was his mate.

His.

And now that he had found her—now that he had tasted what it was like to hold her, to feel her warmth, to see himself reflected in her brilliant green eyes—he knew he could not live without her.

The memory of her filled every corner of his mind. The way her raven-black hair had shimmered in the firelight. The softness of her voice when she had whispered his name. The way her body had moved with his, fitting so perfectly it was as though the universe had crafted her just for him.

She had slipped into his life like a shadow and left as suddenly, but Azriel wasn’t a male who let shadows disappear without a trace.

“No,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, his wings trembling as he stood. He crumpled the note in his fist, his hazel eyes blazing with determination. “You’re mine, Y/n. And I will find you.”

The room was suffocating now, filled with the scent of her that clung to the sheets and the ghost of her laughter that still echoed in his ears. He couldn’t stay here—not without her. The bond inside him thrummed insistently, tugging at his very soul, and he knew he couldn’t ignore it.

Azriel crossed to the window, staring out at the quiet streets of Velaris. She had said she would be gone from the city by the time he woke, but she hadn’t said where. He replayed her words in his mind, searching for any clue she might have left, any hint of where she was going. His shadows slithered around him, restless and eager, as though they too understood the task ahead.

He couldn’t live without her. The thought was as clear and unshakable as the bond itself. He had spent centuries guarding his heart, locking himself away in shadows and solitude, and now that he had found her—the one person who made him feel whole—he wouldn’t let her go. He couldn’t.

His wings flared behind him, powerful and unyielding, as he turned from the window.

She had asked him to let her live in his memory, but he knew that was impossible. She wasn’t just a memory; she was a part of him now, bound to him in a way that no distance could sever. But she didn’t understand—she couldn’t understand. She wasn’t just a memory to him; she was his mate, the other half of his soul, and he would not let her slip away so easily.

Azriel grabbed his cloak, the shadows coiling tighter around him as he stepped out into the crisp morning air. The city was waking, but his mind was already far beyond Velaris, his thoughts focused solely on her. He didn’t know where to start, but he didn’t care. He had spent centuries unraveling secrets and tracking the impossible. This was no different—except that this time, the stakes were his very heart.

The bond in his chest pulsed faintly, a guiding thread that he knew would lead him to her if he listened closely enough. His shadows stirred, whispering promises of the hunt to come, and Azriel allowed a rare flicker of hope to bloom within him.

“You can’t hide from me, Y/n,” he murmured, his lips curving into a determined smirk as he took flight, his wings cutting through the morning sky. “You’re mine—and I’ll prove it to you.”

Chapter 2

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leighsartworks216 · 2 days ago

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Sweet Mindless Love

werewolf!Sylus x gn!Reader

This is the sweet soft "only I can calm my beast down" fic just before the monsterfucking cuz I can't just leave that unsaid

Warnings: light angst, mild hurt/comfort, fluff, swearing, pet names, werewolf AU, scent stuff, painful transformation with minor descriptions, temporary character death (silly)

Title from "Howl" by The Unlikely Candidates

Word Count: 948

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Coarse, yet somehow soft, fur glides through your fingers. Powerful huffs of breath have it standing on end, shuddering with effort as the creature in your lap contains itself. Luke and Kieran are hiding in the safe room, no doubt. They have to. Otherwise, they'd be torn to shreds without a second thought.

You, however, are never safer than in these moments, your beast pressing his snout into your belly and your thighs and taking in your scent. You are the only one allowed to touch him like this, hold him like this - and the only one that can calm him down on nights like these.

"Good boy," you whisper into the electric air. His muscles are so tense, ready to jump up and lash out at anything that comes near. Mephisto is an unfortunate victim tonight, having been caught when he led Sylus straight to you. You're grateful for his sacrifice, and even more so for his mechanical nature that means it's not permanent. "I'm here, my love. It's only me."

Sylus whines low in his throat, a pleading sound that clings to your heart. You know he hates this. Hates becoming a monster. The first time you saw him is burned into his brain with every full moon. The way your eyes widened. Your arms coming up to protect your face as he charged right for you. The scream you let out as he toppled you into the ground. Your rapid heartbeat when he laid upon you.

The fact you stayed is a miracle in itself. He couldn't be more grateful.

You lean down to press a kiss to his fur, wherever you can reach with him laying like this. His claws curl into your back at the gentle contact, before quickly pulling away so as to not hurt you. He never would on purpose, but the thought of hurting you even accidentally destroys him. The amount of clothes he's torn and ruined just trying to hold you...

"It's almost morning. The sun's almost here. Just a little longer, okay?"

He inhales deeply. Your scent - the body wash and hair product and lovely smelling things you use - is like a sedative to his wild mind. Where normally he would be overwhelmed by all the sounds and smells of the world, here he can simply allow you to wash over him, block out the rest of the world, and put his instincts at ease. Of course, it comes with the caveat that any intrusions, be it smells or sounds, can be enough to set him off again.

You begin humming. The song doesn't matter. You can feel the muscles in his powerful back relaxing with every note. His fur does not stand so on edge. His breaths become less harsh and more even. This only becomes more true as the first rays of the sun hit the blinds.

It's always amazing to watch the transformation back into a man. It's painful - when he turns into a wolf, his cries and howls echo in your ears alongside the creaking of bones and tearing of skin - but also a relief.

His fur begins to shake as it recedes back into his skin. Bones pop and crack as they fit back into place. His fingernails - not claws - cling onto your shirt as his snout compresses into his strong nose. Until soon enough, instead of a half-wolf half-man laying across your lap, all that remains is a full man, laying on his stomach with his face pressed into your tummy and his arms hugging your waist, legs stretched out across the rug, entirely nude.

He sighs slowly, as if he's trying to adjust to his lungs once more. You comb now through his hair, soft and sweaty. Your other hand rubs reassuringly over his back, also slick with sweat, massaging his shoulder blades and spine after the transformations they endured.

You lean your head down slightly. "Okay?"

He nods and rubs his nose against your hip before turning his head to the side to uncover his mouth. "Okay... Did I hurt you?"

"No, I'm okay." You brush hair from his face. Though he doesn't open his eyes yet, his brow relaxes with the tender care you offer him. "You didn't even damage my shirt this time. And the boys are okay, too. But..."

He tenses, visible eye shooting open with a frown to look up at you. "But?"

You smile, though it comes out more as a grimace. You nod over to a pile of black feathers and exposed wires, sparking occasionally. "Mephisto wasn't so lucky."

He growls, closing his eyes once more and biting at your clothed hip. "Don't frighten me like that."

You laugh despite his upset. The sound puts him at ease. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I won't do it again." He can still hear the giggles bubbling out of you for the next couple minutes. Still, he's actually glad you can joke about his destructive nature. He'd rather have you laugh at him than scream because of him. "Do you want to take a bath?"

"Not yet. Just wanna stay here for a minute."

"You were there all night."

"Yeah, and he doesn't appreciate it enough. I'm just doing my due diligence, sweetie."

"Uh-huh. Well, my ass is starting to hurt."

"Tough."

You laugh again. He smiles for the first time since transforming. It's no wonder his wolf form is so infatuated with you when you make him feel like this normally, without heightened senses.

"Thank you for taking care of me tonight," he coos sweetly. "I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you, too, puppy." You bend over him to kiss his head. "In every form, always."

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gigisaquarium · 2 days ago

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captain's quarters, monkey d. luffy x reader 𐙚 likes, comments, and reposts are so appreciated !! requests are encouraged !! i’m looking for friends and regulars !! this is my first time writing in a few months, please consider this a warm up

𐙚 summary : Luffy's filter, or lack thereof, often times got him into trouble, even for simple things, like his obvious favoritism. (Spoiler alert: you're his favorite.) However, this time, it was quite beneficial.

𐙚 warnings: SMUT !! goofy first time, cutely awkward, no piv YET, masturbation, silly luffy rambles, possible bad/messy writing it’s been forever, kind of too long?? idk

def not proofread it’s like wayyy to late for that

Luffy wasn’t “sexy” by any means. He was very attractive and had a bright personality, but he was such an idiot. He was always goofing off or sneaking a snack when the crew wasn’t under attack, so you never thought you’d have any thought of having sex with your captain. You doubted he was even aware of sex. It wasn’t something that crossed your mind, at least until last week.

It was an unspoken rule of respect to not enter Luffy’s room. The captain’s quarters were typically private places to wind down and exist outside of being a pirate. However, being the thoughtful person you were, you decided to do Luffy’s laundry for him. In reality, you were hoping to catch a little glimpse into his mind. Curiosity had taken over, and you just wanted a tiny peek, just an idea of what his room looked like. Was it clean or messy? Was it decorated? Simple questions that had plagued your mind.

Luffy seemed to plague your mind quite a bit these days. A simple memory of him made you smile and you found yourself wondering how his day was going if you stayed in the girl’s dorms for a longer period of time than usual. There was no doubt that you were the captain’s favorite, and you wondered if that is what originally swayed you. After thinking on it over night, you decided it was just his big heart and his pretty smile that drew you in.

That’s how your curiosities came about. That’s why you were stood outside of Luffy’s door all those days ago, shocked to hear that he had beat you there. You were expecting the room to be temporarily abandoned, especially since Luffy never stayed in one place. He was in there, though, and it was obvious. While muffled, you could clearly hear his grunts and whines, and you nearly froze in place. You weren’t stupid; you knew what he was doing. You were simply shocked. You weren’t sure if you were more caught off guard or more surprised that Luffy even knew how to jack off. He always seemed so oblivious about everything.

Time passed, and the sounds he made creeped into your mind more and more. You hadn’t spoken to him much since. You left the laundry basket outside his door and had simply retreated. You weren’t purposefully avoiding him. You just felt so flustered every time you saw him, now. He had definitely noticed this and began to make an effort to figure out what was bothering you.

“Are you mad at me,” he would ask, following you around the Sunny as you kept yourself busy. You would simply smile and shake your head. “No, of course not.” He gave up on that after a while, instead trying to think back on every small detail from the past few days. He wasn’t much of a thinker, though. It got frustrating quickly.

He finally made the connection when he remembered finding the laundry basket outside of his room after he came all over his stomach. It was an aha moment for him, and he quickly rushed to find you, despite the clock reading 2:54 am. “Y/n,” he whispered, standing at the entrance of the girl’s dorm. He moved closer to you, gently tapping you on the shoulder in attempt to wake you.

When you finally open your eyes, eyes fluttering in confusion and eyebrows drawn together, he tugs on your arm. “I know why you’ve been avoiding me,” he whispers, pulling you out of bed. You felt your stomach churn, and, suddenly, you were very awake. You let him pull you up onto the deck, using your free hand to rub your eyes. “You do,” you question in a hushed expression of surprise. How did he figure it out?

“Yeah! You’re upset that I don’t let you in my room,” he answers, pulling you towards his room. What…? “I saw the laundry you left outside of my door, and I realized that you never go inside. So I’m taking you to my room, so you can see inside,” he goes on, looking back at you with a sleepy grin.

“Luffy, no, that’s not it. It’s okay,” you tell, but he was already pushing his door open, urging you to step inside. Taking the opportunity to look around, you purse your lips. It was very… Luffy. Clean, but not organized. There wasn’t anything on his floors, but his bed was unmade and miscellaneous trinkets were scattered across his desk. “Then what is it?” He questions, dropping down onto his bed, the springs rattling.

“I don’t think it’s something… we should talk about.” He tilts his head before flopping backwards, peeling off his socks. “You can talk to me about anything. I like to know what you’re thinking,” Luffy assured you, stretching out on the big mattress. You let out a little huff, playing with a little ceramic shrimp that was sitting on the edge of his bedside table. “It was something I wasn’t supposed to know, anyways. Hear, not know,” you explain, looking down at him.

You sensed his dusty cogs spinning, spiderwebs snapping as he analyzed your words. “It was during the day, right? You probably heard me jerking off,” he says simply, sitting up now. “Is that what’s bothering you? Are you jealous? I wasn’t thinking about other girls or anything. I was thinking about you.”

You had no idea how he could say that with such a straight face. It was difficult for you to even process his words. How did this idiot’s brain even work? “Okay, yes… that is what had been on my mind, but I really didn’t mean to avoid you over it. And, no, I wasn’t jealous, I was just… it was difficult for me to not think about you in that kind of way after hearing that,” you ramble on, nerves getting to you now.

“I thought that we liked each other, so, thought you’d be jealous,” he explains, scratching his head while slowly kicking his feet. It was too early in the morning for… whatever this was. “Do we? Do you like me?” You ask, trying to form a cohesive thought. Luffy was making it difficult. “I really like you. I thought you knew that,” he giggles, laying back again. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

Did he not feel awkward at all? Maybe it was just you . You were putting too much thought into it. “Then I guess we do like each other,” you finally sigh. It felt better for it to be out in the open than kept tucked away, anyways. “Do you wanna know what I was thinking about?” Luffy asks softly, filling the silence. You lie down next to him, raising a brow. “When I was getting off,” he clarifies.

Would it be weird to say yes? “Sure,” you mumble, eyes locked on the grey-ish ceiling that was clearly worn down. “I was thinking about you doing it for me. ‘Cus I think I’d rather you do it, than me,” he tells. You got that feeling in your stomach again, a burning fire that demanded attention. “Do you want to?” He follows up, clearly not satisfied with your silence. “Right now,” you ask, completely surprised.

“Yeah. Unless you don’t wanna go so fast. Then you don’t have to,” he tells, propping his head up so he could look at you better. Your heart was way too quick and your thighs were reacting before your brain could. The subtle press of them didn’t fly over Luffy’s head. Sanji had told him way too much about women. “If you want to,” you nod, throat feeling dry. Luffy looks straight into your eyes. You never knew what he was thinking. “I want you to want to. Don’t do it just for me,” he says firmly.

“I want to,” you tell him. “I do.” He stares a little longer, finally scooting closer. Putting a hand on the side of your face, he pressed a small kiss to your nose. After a moment of hesitation, he moved on to your lips. It was clear that he was inexperienced; the kiss was all over the place, and lasted a little bit too long for what it was, but you didn’t mind. Your head was spinning, anyways. For whatever reason, Luffy begins to giggle again. “What?” You pull back, unable to keep yourself from joining in on his laughter.

“I’m just happy,” he tells you, kissing your cheek. “I like kissing you.” It isn’t long before you feel him beginning to gently rub himself against your leg. After a few more kisses, he reaches down, unbuttoning his shorts. You don’t know why you were surprised to see him drop his pants so casually. “I don’t know if I can wait any longer.” He always was impatient. It didn’t bother you, though. You were more caught up in the moment. Nervous, aroused, and caught up in anticipation.

“Look. You do it like this,” he instructs, taking your hand and rubbing it against his hardened cock. “I know. I just… I’m nervous,” you explain. You had been trying not to look. You wanted to look, you just couldn’t. “Then you don’t have to. We can stop,” he hums, pulling his hand away from yours. “I want to keep going.” You finally muster up the confidence to look down, gently moving your hand up and down his shaft, that was beginning to leak just because you were so pretty.

Luffy lets out a little breath, putting his hand back on yours. “Squeeze it.” He looks up, remembering his manners. “Please.” A word as simple as please fed the flames in your stomach, and you were quick to really go for it this time. You gently rub a small circle around his tip with your index finger, spreading the precum that was dripping down his balls now. Luffy grabs your wrist, letting out a breathy moan. You continue on, lightly running your fingers over the spot right under the head, his cock immediately twitching. “Feels good,” Luffy mumbles, putting a hand on your knee.

“You like this,” you ask, rubbing the tip again, and he nods, but moves your hand to his shaft. “Like it, but ‘s too much. Right here, rub here.” His face had grown pink, and he couldn’t seem to hold back a smile. “You’re doing really good. So good,” Luffy assures, pulling the sleeves to your sweater up to your elbows. He thought of the little things like that, even if he wasn’t one for thinking.

Dragging your hand up and down his throbbing dick, you realized how intimate the moment felt. There was no longer this odd pressure in your chest or a dark fog surround your brain. Your nerves subsided and you felt heat rising in your own body. You were snapped back into reality when you found the perfect amount of pressure and the right speed. Luffy began to grunt with each agonizing pump. “I’m ‘bout to cum. I can do it if you want. It’s messy,” he tells, looking up at the ceiling.

“‘S okay. I don’t mind a mess,” you mumble, twisting your hand at the tip and using your free hand to carefully squeeze his balls, seeing what worked and what didn’t. Finally, you could see his stomach tense, Luffy letting out a heavy groan as the built up tension finally released in an explosion. “Thank you, pretty, shit, shit, shit,” he mumbles. “Keep going a little,” he requests, putting his hand over yours so you could help him ride out his high.

After it’s all over, he cleans up, meeting you back at his door. He wraps you up in his arms, swaying side to side. “It feels better when it’s you. Tomorrow I’ll do something for you, ‘kay?” He whispers, stepping outside with you. “‘Kay,” you grin, pulling away from his hug.

What the fuck just happened?

this was lowkey butt

ITS OKAY THOUGH ILL DO WAYYYY BETTER WHEN IM NOT SO TIRED AND HAVE A GOOD IDEA

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 days ago

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Love That Burns ~ Ending 2 ~ 48

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Word Count: 1,770ish

Summary: You and Laura rebuild your lives. Spans from 2029 to 2035.

Warning(s): nightmares, injuries

Notes: I hope this chapter is okay! I know that it's not terribly long and skips a lot. Please remember to review the timeline posted here.

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You woke up with a jolt. The image of Logan laying there bloody against the tree still fresh in your mind all these months later.

You made it across the border with Laura. You found Eden, the official safe haven, and you hated every moment of it. The leaders there were happy to have an X-Men on their side, but you no longer felt like an X-Men. When you expressed your desire to leave, they weren’t too happy but agreed to help. They gave you enough money for a cheap car and first and lasts months rent for a small one bedroom apartment. They urged you not to take Laura, but there was no way the two of you were going to be separated.

You sighed, turning your head to find Laura staring back at you. You moved onto your side to face her.

“You had another nightmare,” she whispered.

“Did I burn you?” You asked. You had woken up a few times to Laura spraying you down with a fire extinguisher, making you thankful for keeping extras on hand.

“No. No flames this time.”

“But I woke you?”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not, sweetie. You need to be getting rest too.”

“Can’t… nightmares.”

You reached over and began to run your hand up and down her arm. “We’re quite a pair, aren’t we?”

~~~

You were able to get a teaching job after taking a few classes to renew your license, with help from the people at Eden. Laura was able to go to school with you. Laura was a good and smart kid, but she had her father’s temper and patience. That meant you spent a lot of time in the principal’s office with Laura the first few months of school. You were just grateful that Laura had yet to show her claws off to anyone yet.

You sighed as you drove home. Laura was in the seat beside you, staring out the window with her purple sunglasses covering her eyes.

“Laura, you know that I completely stand by you when it comes to standing up for others,” you began, “but you cannot beat each bully up because of it.”

“They deserved it,” she muttered, keeping her gaze out the window.

“That doesn’t matter, Laura. We need to be better than the bullies.”

“Dad would have been proud.”

You slammed on your breaks as your breath caught. “What?”

“I said that Dad would have been proud.”

You swallowed, mind reeling at the mention of Logan. The car behind you honked, pulling your from your thoughts and causing you to continue to drive forward.

“Your father…” you breathed out. “Your father might have been proud of you, that’s true, but he also would tell you never to do it again. That it’s not actually a victory to lower yourself to the bullies standards. He would not want that for you.”

Laura looked over at you and reached over, touching your arm. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, sweetie. I’m not mad.”

“No,” she shook her head, “sorry for making you sad.”

It was like a punch to the gut. This little girl was way too observant for her own good.

“I’m fine, Laura,” you told her, pressing out a smile. “I’m not sad.”

Laura looked at you for a moment before going back to staring out the window. You knew she didn’t believe you one bit.

~~~

Nights were the hardest. Though you shared a bed with Laura, you missed the way Logan would hold you close at night. You always felt safe and wanted. You would try to cry it all out in the shower, hoping that Laura couldn’t hear you, but she could. Silent tears would still slip down your cheeks as you tried to sleep.

Laura would often notice, her senses like her father’s. She would reach over and take your hand, hoping that would be enough to calm you. Sometimes it was, sometimes it made it worse. You were the much older adult. You needed to be the strong one for this little girl who was still struggling with her own trauma. Yet, many days you couldn’t put your own problems aside. Laura didn’t push or press though.

Both of you were the only constants in each other’s lives now. You didn’t know it, but through your own tears, you were helping Laura. She grew up in a place where emotion was not okay. By you showing your ranges of emotions, you were showing her that it was okay to show emotion.

One night, you woke up to a sharp pain in your arm. You looked over to see Lauras claws in your arm. She was crying out and thrashing around, all of her claws out for show. Careful not to move too much with her claws in you, turned over to face her and reached your other arm over.

“Laura, sweetie,” you called calmly. “Wake up. It’s just a nightmare. Wake up.”

Laura gasped as she shot up. Her eyes scanned the bedroom for any short of danger. She froze when she saw her claws in her arm.

“No,” she whimpered, shaking her head. “No, no, no, no!”

“It’s okay, Laura! I’m fine. I’ll heal.”

“No!” She continued to shake her head.

You winced as she wanked her claws out and scurried away until she fell off the bed and hid herself in the corner. You didn’t even bother to look at your wound as you crawled over the bed and sat yourself down on the floor next to it.

“It’s okay, Laura,” you repeated. “We’re okay.”

The two of you sat in silence, the only notable sound being her heaving breathing. Suddenly, you got an idea. You reached out your good arm and turned your hand so that your palm was up. A flame formed in your palm, lighting up the area a little and catching Laura’s eyes.

“See? I’m okay,” you whispered, ignoring the fact that your palm was actually aching as you formed the palm.

Laura’s eyes darted down to your injured, bloody arm, feeling little relief though it was healing. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, still staring at it.

“No, need,” you shook your head. “It was a nightmare… You know, Logan got nightmares often.”

“I know.”

“Do you know that be stabbed me a few times as well?”

“He did?”

“Yes. He hated himself for every injury he ever caused me, but I rarely ever let him run away from me. I knew that it would only make it worse. So I helped him.”

“How?”

“I would hold him. Let me know I was there still. Sometimes I would use my heat to relax him. His muscles were always so tense after a nightmare.” You watched as Laura rolled her shoulders, like she was testing if it was the same for her. “I can help you, too.”

You extinguished the flame and held out both of your arms. Laura was hesitant at first but then slowly moved over. As soon as you could, you pulled her into your lap and held her against you. You kept your body heat at a comforting temperature as kept her close.

“I’ve got you,” you whispered. “I’ve got you.”

It didn’t take long for Laura to fall back asleep in the safety of your hold.

~~~

You stood next to the car as you waited for Laura to finish chatting with her friend. You listened in as a small smile formed on your lips. It had been over a year since the two of you basically reset your lives and this was the first time Laura seemed interested in having a friend.

“Can you come over to my house to hang out?” Her friend asked. “My mom can take us and then bring you home.”

“Uh, let me ask my mom,” Laura said.

Laura turned around and hurried over to you. You were staring at her in shock. You had never heard her call you that before, not that you were mad.

“Hey, um, mom,” she said once she was in front of you. Her voice was nervous. “Can I go over to Alex’s house? Alex’s mom can bring me home.”

“Uh, yeah,” you nodded, still processing your new name. “Of course. Just keep your phone on you and let me know if you need me to come get you.”

“Okay! Thanks! Love you!” Then she rushed back to her friend.

“Love you, too.”

~~~.

As the years past, Laura and you grew closer. You were not just a mother-daughter duo, you were best friends. Both of you had opened up about your lives over the years, making each other the only ones who knew intimate details about the other. She was now starting her senior year of high school, trying to figure out her life, and, for some reason, yours.

“Just one date.”

“I told you, Laura, I’m not interested.”

“Come on. He’s cute.”

“I’m not going out on a date with my boss.” You shook your head as you continued to make dinner. “That’s just weird any so many ways. Besides, he definitely doesn’t see me like that.”

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. “He literally looks at you like he could take you right then and there.”

“Laura! He does not!”

“Oh, he does, and everyone knows it but you. Come on, mom, it’s been six years, it’s time—“

“I’ve told you this before, Laura, I’m not going to date anyone and that’s okay. Your father was it for me.”

“I know,” she sighed. “I just don’t like the idea of me going to college and you being here all alone.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“I don’t know about that. You haven’t been alone like this before.” You finally turned to face her. “Laura, thank you so much for taking care of me all these years. But it’s okay that you could live your own life. I’ll be okay… We’ll be okay.”

~~~

The two of you were out shopping for new clothes for the school year when it happened. You and Laura were walking down the street. Laura’s backpack was thrown over her shoulder as she was always prepared for anything and kept one of her father’s comics on her at all times. Neither of you saw it coming. Before you knew it, someone tased you from behind and then Laura.

The world around you disappeared and you suddenly were thrown into an unfamiliar place. You and Laura tumbled to the ground. You groaned as a pair of boots stepped into your vision. You looked up to see a bald woman standing over you.

“Welcome to the Void.”

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mythicmanuscripts · 2 days ago

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I can't remember where you said it, but I remember you saying how Aemond likes the deep pressure feeling of you lying on top of him. I was wondering if you could write smth about that?? Like, I personally LOVE having someone lie on me, too. It's like the ultimate weighted blanket! I'd love to hear more thoughts on this, and maybe even with the roles reversed and him lying on you

Absolutely anon!! Absolutely!!

This is mostly just soft and SFW but since it mentions nakedness and some suggestive themes then I'll hide it under a cut just to be safe. Enjoy lads!

This is something I think Aemond would always have liked and sought out even before he fully knew what it was. When he was younger he used to wrap his blanket as tightly around himself as possible. Often that was the only way he could fall asleep.

That's also one of the reasons why he loves traveling with Vhagar so much. She always opens her wing out and stretches it over him while he sleeps, never moving until he wakes up. He always used to sleep so much better while traveling with her, and often he would willingly take longer routes home just to spend an extra night or two like that.

It's not really a desire he fully understood back then. He just knew that the feeling of something heavy or tight around him made him feel so much better, so much safer.

You first discover this a few weeks after you finally start cuddling regularly. One of Aemond's favourite cuddling positions is to lay cuddled up against you, resting his cheek on your chest and bending his legs to rest on top of yours. He especially loves it when you wrap an arm around his shoulder.

But sometimes it seemed like Aemond couldnt relax? He'd constantly be shuffling and nuzzling against you, pulling your arm tighter around him. You ask what he wants and honestly he's not even sure? He just knows he could be closer somehow, and he wants it.

The next time you're laying together, you come to bed after him and he's laying on his back. So you switch places with him and this time it's you cuddled against his chest. He pulls you closer, tighter and buries his nose into your hair, like he can't get you close enough.

You try to change positions and in doing so you accidentally end up nearly on top of him. Before you can even apologise he is already pulling you closer so your weight it on him. You try to get off, telling him that you must be squashing him but he won't hear it. He falls asleep so easily and in the morning when you bring it up all he can say is that he felt secure.

Of course now that you're armed with this information you lay on him much more often, sometimes he even asks for it. Maybe, since we all know how much he loves to be of service, you ask him if he would like to try reading to you while you lay like that?

He sits up against the headboard with you curled up in his lap. You let your body rest over his legs rather than try to avoid it. He loves it, always keeping a hand on your back.

At first he would only read you whatever you had suggested, and never suggested anything himself. But over time as he grows more comfortable with you and begins to show you all the different sides of himself, then he starts to read you history books? It becomes one of his favourite things to do.

I also think he would love that sort of pressure when not in the bedroom as well? Obviously far more toned down.

If you two are watching Aegon hold court then you tend to stand off to the side with Aemond. He leans against the wall and then pulls you closer, holding you against him and letting him hold up some of your weight. He wraps one of his arms around your waist and will often rest his head on your shoulder (especially because he can whisper things to you about how boring this is and how Aegon made the wrong decision and all his other complaints.)

#aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x reader #prince aemond #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanfiction #hotd #house of the dragon imagine

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pedroscurls · 2 days ago

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playing with fire (one-shot)

summary: wyatt (aka, jamie) always had one thing on his mind: money. so after he and jonathan part ways, he meets you - a woman that suddenly makes him realize that there's more to life than treachery, manipulation, and violence. but when he has another chance at getting more money than he's ever had before, he goes back to his old ways... and you're more than willing to help him in any way possible. pairing: wyatt bose (jamie getz) x fem!reader content warnings: EXPLICIT CONTENT 18+ MDNI, light dom/sub dynamic, possessiveness, violence - mentions of murder, blood, wyatt is very rough, light power imbalance in the beginning, manhandling, light choking, brief orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v, multiple creampies (oops), one scene of a breeding kink, multiple scenes of oral (m and f receiving), fingering, spanking, marking, no use of y/n. word count: 13.9k (oops - i got distracted) a/n: ok y'all, this is just complete filth. hugh plays such a good bad guy (i really want him to play more roles like this bc damn) and that one fucking line where he says "oh, what i'm gonna do to you" DID things to me jfc. anyway, please heed the warnings and if you do decide to read this, hope you enjoy! had to end it with a happy ending obviously 🙂‍↕️

WELCOME TO THE CLUB — You didn’t know how you ended up here. You had just broken up with your boyfriend of two years after realizing that you were just settling for a relationship that you were no longer happy in. At this age, you should have already been married, should have already become a mother – it was something that your own family liked to remind you of what you’ve been missing.

But that never did appeal to you. You didn’t want to become a mother, didn’t want to be married. Your family had originally hoped you would find someone to settle down with, someone to change your mind and they had thought your ex-boyfriend was that person, but… Things had become redundant. Boring. You spent most days daydreaming what it would be like to live a life you wanted.

And the sex – well, you were always left disappointed because he just couldn’t get you to come. No matter how hard he tried. So, you resorted to your own vibrator in hopes to relieve the pressure and tension that you knew you couldn’t get with him.

He wasn’t a bad man – in fact, he was perfect. He just wasn’t perfect for you.

And now, you’re sitting at the edge of the bed in a hotel room that you paid for, waiting for this stranger to arrive. You had met a woman one night at the bar who had let you know of an exclusive club that she was in, a club that piqued your interest. You had all of the information written down and every day for the next month, you reviewed it every night. Never taking the initiative to finally be part of this club.

Until tonight.

You were tired of using your vibrator. Tired of trying to meet other men at bars, only to be disgusted by their behavior before they could even get to your front door.

So, you reviewed the sticky note with all of the information the woman had told you about – the initiator pays for the hotel room, no names are exchanged, and no rough play. You weren’t sure what to expect when you finally called a number that she had given you, hearing his voice from the other end of the phone – it was deep, gruff. You spent the next ride to the hotel imagining what he would look like, pairing his voice with the image you conjured up of this man.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you hear a knock on the door. You suddenly feel self-conscious, nervous – this is your first time in this club and you didn’t want to disappoint. With a deep breath, you finally stand up and walk to the door. Gripping the handle, you slowly open it to see a man dressed in an all black suit (no tie) and one of the most charming smiles you’ve ever seen. He wastes no time in eyeing you up and down, taking note of the short black satin robe that is loosely wrapped around your otherwise naked frame.

“Hi,” he smiles. “Mind if I come in?”

You nod and open the door even further for him to cross the threshold. He steps in and winks in your direction, catching his gaze on your cleavage. Once he’s fully inside, you place the “do not disturb” placard on the outside handle and then shut the door.

“This is my first time,” you blurt out, walking back to the bed and finding your spot on the corner of the mattress. “I know the rules. No names. No rough play. Other rules can be established between us and–”

He turns around and gazes down at you, hands in his pockets and that same charming smile lining his lips. “First time, huh?”

“In this club, at least. Not the first time ever.”

“Shame,” he eyes your legs when you cross one over the other, the robe lifting to reveal more of your skin. “Would’ve been nice to be your first ever.”

You feel more confident with the way he’s staring at you. Slowly, you bring your hands to the knot at your robe and begin to undo it. “We could…” you bite your lower lip, the knot loosening completely as you lean back against your forearms to reveal your exposed front for him. “Pretend?” You finish.

He lets out the most animalistic growl that you’ve ever heard come out of a man. In two strides, he’s standing between your legs, hands still in his pockets as he gazes at your breasts down your abdomen and to the apex of your thighs.

“No fun in that,” he finally answers.

“No?” You ask, pulling your lower lip between your teeth as you let your eyes take in his frame. You can see the bulge beneath his black slacks, only fueling more of your confidence. “You don’t like to roleplay?”

“I’d much rather have the real thing.”

“You didn’t answer my question though,” you reply. “Do you not like to roleplay?”

His gaze darkens as he finally pulls one of his hands out of his pockets and you see just how large it is when he lightly splays it across your abdomen, sliding it further upwards between your breasts. His touch is soft, but you can feel the calluses, can feel the roughness.

“I’ll tell you what I do like,” he whispers huskily.

“Yeah? What’s that?” You whimper, feeling his thumb brush against your nipple before he brings his hand further up to splay against the side of your neck. Slowly, he moves his hand to the back of your head and grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging it with just the right amount of pressure for you to tilt your head back, exposing your neck and throat for him.

“I like to be in control,” he says quietly, leaning down until his lips are near your ear.

“Thought one of the rules was no rough play…” you point out, eyes fluttering shut as you feel his soft lips begin to nip at your earlobe.

“We can make our own rules, baby.”

“My first time in this club and you’re already getting me to break the rules,” you smile, moving one hand to grab onto the lapel of his blazer.

Instead, he grabs both of your hands and pins them above your head. His grip around your wrists tighten as he pushes them into the mattress, staring into your eyes. His nose brushes against yours as the hand in your hair instead moves to cover your breast. He kneads the flesh into the pit of his palm, feeling you arch your back into his touch.

“Something tells me you like breaking the rules,” he whispers, his hot breath fanning against your lips. “Am I right?”

“Never had someone to break the rules with,” you whimper, feeling him pinch your nipple between his thumb and index finger.

He smirks at that, feeling suddenly territorial over you. He pulls back enough to gaze down at you, eyes scanning every inch of your face as he commits it to memory. The way your eyes stare at him with a kind expression, giving him your undivided attention. He isn’t used to this, isn’t used to being with someone like you. You’re staring at him like he’s the only person that matters in this world and he doesn’t realize how much he craves that, how much he’s going to crave you.

“You want someone to break the rules with?” he asks, moving his hand from your breast down your abdomen and between your legs.

“As long as it’s with you,” you answer almost immediately.

Wyatt (Jamie) growls at that and breaks his own rule by pressing his lips firmly against your own. Since he joined this club, he never kissed the person he was with. It seemed almost too personal, too intimate to be shared amongst strangers. In the last fifteen minutes of meeting you, he’s already yearning for more, already planning for ways to have you his. Only his.

Your hands move to his hair, tangling your fingers into his locks as your lips move slowly against his. He groans against you, your lips so soft and inviting.

He has to pull away, has to gather his thoughts because he’s losing control and he never loses control. Once he stands upright, he pushes off his jacket and reaches down for his belt, undoing it as he watches you scramble up further onto the bed, sliding the robe off your entire frame. He can feel his cock straining in his pants and when he finally undoes the belt, zipper, and button of his pants, he pushes it down his legs with his boxers and kicks it off to the side.

He smirks to himself, seeing your eyes gaze down at his cock that springs at attention. He holds onto his base, veins throbbing and tip leaking with precome.

“You’d do anything I’d ask, wouldn’t you?” Wyatt (Jamie) asks, grabbing your ankle and tugging you back to the edge of the mattress. “You’d be a good girl, listen to what I tell you to do–”

“Yes,” you say almost breathlessly. You don’t know if this is how it’s like with every person you’ll meet in this club, but he’s going to leave a really good impression on you. He’s awakening something inside of you that you’ve suppressed for so long, unsure if you’ll ever get the chance to live out the sex life you’ve always yearned for, but now he’s here – whoever he is – giving you the chance to have a much more exciting sex life.

“Don’t interrupt me,” he growls, hand moving to your jaw. His gaze darkens, tries to search for any hesitation in your eyes, but instead, he sees a sense of willingness, a glimmer of obedience.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

Sir. He grins at that.

“Such a fast learner,” he whispers, using his hand to guide his tip to your slickened heat. “Now, be a good girl and ask me nicely.”

You bite your lower lip, staring into his eyes as you feel his warm tip press against your opening. You clench around nothing, whimpering in protest as you lift your hips impatiently off the bed. His grip around your jaw tightens.

“Be a good girl and ask nicely,” he repeats, voice deeper, more demanding.

“Please,” you whine out.

“Please what?” he growls.

“Goddammit, please fuck me!” you answer impatiently, hands reaching down to take matters into your own hands.

He lets out a dark laugh and shakes his head, releasing his hold on your jaw to grab your hands once more, pinning them roughly to the mattress. His grip around your wrists tighten as he stares into your eyes, that same charming smile on his lips. “Am I going to have to spend the entire fucking night teaching you manners?”

“N–No,” you whimper. “Please, I’m sorry. I just– Fuck, I need you.”

“Then… Ask. Fucking. Nicely.” he repeats.

“Please, sir,” you moan. “Please, can you–” you gasp quietly, feeling the head of his cock push into your tight heat. When you can’t seem to find your words, he pulls out of you and smirks.

“Continue, baby.”

“Please,” you mumble. “C–Can you fuck me, please?”

“Please what?”

“Sir.”

Wyatt (Jamie) grins in accomplishment and slams into you without warning, feeling your warm heat encompass his throbbing cock. You’re so tight, so wet that sliding into you is so effortless. Your back arches as you feel every inch of his length press against your walls, a painful stretch to accommodate his size.

And for the rest of the night, you both remain entangled in each other’s limbs, only leaving the bed to have him bend you over the dresser or to ride him in the small loveseat in the corner.

When morning rolls around, you’re already dressed in your normal clothes and so is he. It was a night to remember – this club had initially made you anxious, but now, you’re looking forward to the next time you’ll get to meet another stranger.

Wyatt (Jamie), on the other hand, makes sure to add your number to his phone. His mind drifts to the possibility of you being with other men – even women – in this exclusive club and he feels a sudden sense of jealousy wash over him. He reaches down and grips your hip, pulling you to him and leaning down to capture your lips with his own. He hopes that he’s made a lasting impression that no other man would ever compare to him.

Slowly, you’re the one that pulls away – a small smile lining your beautiful face and eyes gazing at him once more with such kindness.

“I hope I see you around,” you finally say, biting your lower lip.

“I’m sure you will,” he says with confidence. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“We don’t know each other’s names,” you let out a quiet laugh. “And I’m sure you have other women that call you–”

“You jealous?” he teases with a grin.

“And if I said I was?”

He clears his throat quietly. “Then I’d say tough shit,” he answers. “Deal with it.”

Your face falls momentarily, but you recover quickly and lean in to peck his lips lightly. “Well, good thing I’m not jealous then. I’m eager to meet other men after last night.”

He tightens his jaw and brings a hand up to grab another fistful of your hair. You whimper quietly, hands moving to grip his shoulders. “When you fuck those other men,” he whispers, moving his lips to your ear. “You better be thinking about me.”

Your eyes flutter shut. “Not unless there’s another man who does it better than you.”

He growls at that, turning you around and bending you over the dresser. He wastes no time in lifting the ends of your dress over your hips as he kicks your legs apart. Wyatt (Jamie) undoes his zipper and reaches into his slacks to pull out his hardening cock – giving it one, two, three strokes before he pushes into you from behind.

Your hands reach out to grab onto the edges of the dresser, the grip around it so tight that your knuckles turn white. You hadn’t expected that kind of reaction of him and certainly didn’t expect him to fuck you yet again – especially since you both should already have left the hotel, last night’s events the only thing to remember each other by.

Instead, he’s fucking relentlessly into you from behind, his balls slapping against you. This time, he doesn’t care about making you come first. He wants you – no, needs you to understand that there will never be anyone like him. That you are meant for him, made for him. Only him.

He reaches down and grabs your hands, pinning them against your lower back as he slams into you. You squirm back against him, the edge of the dresser digging into your hips that you’re sure will leave another mark on your body.

“You’re mine,” he groans aloud, tossing his head back as he uses your tight walls to bring him closer to his own release. “You’ll only ever be mine.”

“Y–Yes!” you moan loudly, your arousal dripping out of you. The sounds of his skin slapping against yours mix in with the wet squelching noises coming from between your legs – it echoes throughout the hotel room.

“Fucking say it,” he demands, using his free hand to grab your hair and pull you upright. “Say it. Say I’m the only one. Say you’ll only ever think of me. Say you’re mine.”

“I–I’m yours!” you moan, his hand moving from your hair to pull down the front of your dress. He covers your breast with his large hand, squeezing it tightly as he thrusts into you repeatedly. “I–I’ll only ever think of you, fuck, please!”

“Please what?” he groans into your ear. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

“Need to come!”

Wyatt (Jamie) groans and empties his seed into you, your walls milking every last drop he has to give you. He pulls out and growls at the sight of his release trickling down the inside of your legs. You’re trembling, hands reaching out to rest on the dresser for stability once he releases his hold on you. He tucks himself back into his slacks and gives your ass a rough slap, smirking to himself.

“Wait, but–” you whimper in protest, turning around slowly to face him with furrowed brows. “I didn’t–I didn’t come.”

“That’s too bad, isn’t it?” he smirks, grabbing his phone and keys from his pocket.

“Are you really going to leave me like this?”

He steps towards you and cups your cheek lightly, staring into your eyes. “You know my number, baby. Give it a call when you need me.”

“Maybe I’ll call someone else,” you pout, walking away from him to go into the bathroom, cleaning yourself up from the mess he’s made between your legs.

He narrows his eyes and tilts his head. He’s trying not to let this get to him, to let you get to him, but he can’t help it. He clears his throat and walks towards the door of the bathroom, watching you toss the toilet paper into the trash as you make yourself more presentable.

“Maybe next time,” you begin to say, walking past him and towards your bag that’s resting on the mattress. “Maybe next time you’ll be the one that should be good for me.”

He chuckles at that. He feels his feet glued to the floor as he watches you walk towards the door of the hotel room. “Don’t think that’s how this works, baby.”

“Guess we’ll see next time then, hm?” you throw him a smile over your shoulder and open the door. Before walking out into the hallway, you turn to him and nod in his direction. “Thank you, by the way. For last night. For what happened just a few minutes ago.”

He nods, feeling an unfamiliar warmth blossom in his chest. “You made it easy, baby. Welcome to the club.”

MEETING “WYATT BOSE” — The next time you see him, it’s unexpected. You’re working at the local library, reading a book at the front desk when he walks in. The same charming smile, a confidence and swagger that he walks with. His eyes scan the building, unsure of exactly what he’s looking for, but he walks further into the library and disappears into one of the aisles. It makes your heart race even faster as your mind drifts to the night you shared with him almost six months ago. You had been more regularly part of this club now – men now giving you a call instead of the other way around.

He was right, though. Every other man you had been with him after him wasn’t the same. Sure, it was by far better sex than what you would have had with your ex-boyfriend, but it never was quite as amazing as your first time with him. Even as you came, you imagined him.

You stand from the front desk, telling your coworker that you were going to put some books away. Truthfully, it was just an excuse to find him – the stranger that had left a lasting impression on you.

You’re pushing a cart of books, going through each aisle. You’re distracted, putting two books away in its appropriate place and then glancing around to see if you can even get a glimpse of him. It feels like maybe you might have just imagined him, maybe your mind is playing tricks on you.

With a heavy sigh, you round the corner and see him standing with his arms crossed over his chest. He’s wearing yet another suit and that same fucking charming smile lining his beautiful lips. He’s gazing at you with an already darkened gaze.

“Well, hello you.”

“It’s really you,” you whisper, gripping the handle of the cart.

“You never called again.”

“Hm,” you answer. “I never received a call from you either and I saw you save my number that night, so I know you had–”

He steps towards you, removing one hand from his pocket to gently brush his thumb across your cheekbone. “You’ve been very popular, from what I’ve been hearing.”

You clear your throat, feeling a quiet gasp escape your lips at his touch. “Maybe not that popular if you never called.”

He chuckles, thumb moving lower to brush against your lower lip. “You miss me, baby?”

“No,” you lie.

He just smirks. “You’re such a fucking liar.” He grips your chin and pulls you to him. He removes his other hand from his pocket and lifts it up to gently brush against your nametag. Now he knows your name – another rule broken.

“Pretty name,” he whispers.

“You gonna tell me yours?”

He grins, hand moving from your chin to splay against the side of your neck instead. His thumb brushes against your throat down towards your collarbone. “No names, remember?”

“Well, that isn’t fair though, is it? You know mine.”

“Didn’t ask you though. You’re wearing a nametag.”

“What if I say please?”

“Would you get on your knees and then say please?” He asks. He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t think about you, didn’t think about that night you shared.

“You’ll have to give me a call if you want me on my knees in front of you, baby.”

He smiles to himself, tilts his head as he gazes into your eyes. Since Jonathan had let him go freely almost a year ago, Wyatt (Jamie) had tried to change his ways, tried to live a better life, but old habits die hard. It wasn’t until he met you that he started thinking about things other than money.

How could one person leave such a lasting impression on him?

“Just because we’re in public doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t take you in the bathroom–”

“If you want me that badly, then give me a call.”

His eyes narrow as he moves his grip around your throat. He pushes you against the dark corner and moves his free hand against the wall near your head, staring deeply into your eyes. “Thought we established that you don’t interrupt me.”

“Maybe I need another reminder on how to be a good girl,” you whisper, feeling his grip around your throat tightening, leaving you almost gasping for air.

He grins, loosening his grip around your throat. He likes that you can match him, can leave him speechless like this. “Wyatt.”

“What?”

“Name’s Wyatt.” He lies, dropping his hand to your cheek and slowly he leans in, lips lightly brushing against yours. “I’m gonna kiss you now, unless you want me to give you a call for that,” he teases.

You don’t answer. Instead, you reach up to grab him by the end of his tie and pull him into you. You press your lips firmly against his own as his hand slides to cup the back of your neck. He growls lowly against you, sliding his leg between your own.

He’s missed the feeling of your lips, has missed the sounds you make. He feels you roll your hips against his strong thigh and he smirks, pulling away from the kiss to look down at you. Your pupils are blown out, lips slightly parted, and gaze filled with want, with desire, with need.

“Wyatt,” you whisper.

His smirk falters momentarily at the sound of his “name” leaving your lips and it’s in that moment he contemplates what it would sound like if you had said his real name.

“I’ll give you a call,” he says. “Tonight. I’ll give you a call tonight.”

“And if you don’t?”

“Then you know my number,” he winks.

You bite your lower lip and pull him back to you, the front of his body now pressing firmly against yours. He keeps his hand pressed against the wall above your head as he stares into your eyes.

“What?” He asks quietly.

You smile, shaking your head and leaning up to press your lips gently on his cheek. “Hope I get to see you tonight, Wyatt,” you whisper into his ear. “Until then, I suppose.”

—

Wyatt had given you a call just a couple of hours after seeing you. When the phone rang and you heard his voice on the other end of the line, an excitement bubbled within you.

Excitement. Anticipation. Yearning.

And now, you’re entering the lobby of the hotel that Wyatt had told you he would be at tonight. You look around and bite your lower lip when you see him standing there with a small smile. He’s wearing a simple black t-shirt over a coat and black slacks. He nods in your direction and you walk over to him, biting your lower lip nervously. It feels like it’s your first time all over again.

“Meeting me in the lobby?” You tease. “That’s new.”

“Well, consider me excited to see you.” He grabs your jacket and pulls you to him, feeling your hands reach out to rest on his chest. “Been thinking about you.”

“Oh yeah?” You ask, moving your hands from his chest to wrap around his shoulders.

“Yeah,” he moves his lips to your ear, gently nipping at your earlobe. “Don’t think I forgot about you interrupting me earlier,” he growls lowly. “And how maybe I need to fucking remind you that I’m in control here.”

You bite your lower lip and shut your eyes, tilting your head back to expose more of your neck for him. He takes the hint, moves his lips down the side of your neck with gentle kisses. “I don’t think you have control after not calling me for six months.”

Wyatt (Jamie) growls. He tightens his jaw and bites down on the side of your neck, sucking on it roughly to leave a mark. He hears you let out a quiet whimper and he pulls away, looking down at you. “Keeping track of how long we haven’t seen each other, huh?”

You narrow your eyes. “Just a guess. I have been pretty busy with other men and–”

Wyatt (Jamie) glances at the growing mark that’s darkening on the side of your neck. He feels suddenly territorial again. “Hm, we’re not gonna be talking about other men, are we?”

“That depends. Will you be as good as the first time?”

He chuckles, his gaze darkening even further. He’s finding that he enjoys this little game that you play with him. He leans in and whispers huskily into your ear. “We both know that you’ve been thinking of me while you were with those other men. Now, let’s get upstairs before I take you where you fucking stand and show these people who exactly you fucking belong to.”

You nod, too obediently, and pull away from him slowly. You take his hand in his and lace your fingers with his own. The action takes him off guard, because for a split second, you see a surprised look flash across his features. He squeezes your hand and takes you to the elevators.

Wyatt. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t tried to look him up earlier that day. You didn’t know his last name, but how common was the name Wyatt anyway? Apparently very fucking common because every Wyatt that exists showed up in your search except him. You knew you were playing a dangerous game – trying to get to know more about him, to find ways to spend more time with him outside of this.

He pulls you out of your thoughts by releasing your hand and instead resting his own on your lower back. He steps into the elevator with you and presses the top floor, leaning back against the railing as he looks at you. Really looks at you.

You’re biting your lower lip, eyes staring up at the numbers at the top of the elevator as it highlights for each floor you’re passing. Wyatt (Jamie) is starting to feel an unfamiliar warmth settle in the pit of his stomach. He has to wonder if this was how Jonathan and S felt for each other – the possibility of something more real.

For once, he imagines sharing his life with someone else, with you. He imagines that it’d be filled with a lot of laughter, intense intimacy… but he also believes that he’d feel a sense of belonging with you – something that he’s been lacking for most of his life.

But then he thinks about having to tell you the truth, having to be honest with you and with himself. His name isn’t Wyatt. Not only has he lied to you, but he’s also hiding the fact that he’s a dangerous man. Manipulative. Conniving. Murderous. Why would anyone like you ever be okay with someone like him?

When the elevator doors finally open to the top floor, he watches you step out and waits for him patiently, eyes lighting up with a cute fucking smile on your face. There’s a part of him that wants to spend the entire night just getting to know you. He yearns to know more about you… aside from the information he’s already found when searching you up online.

He was able to find you pretty quickly – an outdated Facebook account, but a more active Instagram account instead. Facebook tells him that you’re newly single, having gotten out of a relationship almost six months ago, which makes him wonder if you were still in a relationship or not when you two first met. He also knows you’re a librarian, but instagram tells him so much more about you.

You like going to coffee shops, taking pictures of the different cups of coffee you order. He also finds that you like working out, being outdoors, and being active. You’re family oriented – he’s noticed from the handful of pictures you’ve posted with your family on birthdays and holidays.

As Wyatt (Jamie) had searched you online earlier that day, he continued to imagine how he would fit into your life. And every time he tries to imagine it, he’s always left with a tug in the pit of his stomach that reminds him that as long as you don’t know the truth about him, he can never fit into your life.

“You gonna show me where to go?” You ask, finally pulling him out of his thoughts.

He lets out a quiet breath and flashes you a broad grin, slipping back into the same persona that you’re used to. “That eager, huh?”

“I mean, you called me so we’re on my time.”

“Oh, we are? You got somewhere else to be?” He walks over to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind as he leads you to the door at the end of the hall.

“And what if I do?” You ask, leaning back into him. “What if there’s another person I’m supposed to meet, hm?”

He reaches over to swipe his hotel key card over the door and opens it for you. He pushes you inside roughly, shutting the door behind him as he turns you around and pushes you against the door. He hears you let out a gasp, eyes staring into his own and filled with desire.

“You just like to push me, don’t you?” He asks, moving his hand to wrap around your throat. He sees the corner of your lips lift upwards. “You think this is a game, baby?”

You nod slowly, feeling his grip tighten. “Mmm,” you mumble out.

Wyatt (Jamie) darkens his gaze, stepping up to you as he moves his lips to your ear. “You fucking belong to me,” he whispers. “Do you understand?”

You nod again, feeling the wetness begin to pool between your legs. “D–Does that mean you belong to me too?” You manage to whisper, his grip around your tight lessening to let you speak, to let you take a breath.

He stares down at you, feels his resolve faltering for a moment at your question. Instead of answering, he drops his hand from your through and leans in to press his lips firmly against your own. It’s urgent, rushed, messy.

Your arms wrap around him, bringing your hands to his hair and running your fingers through his locks. You part your lips and feel his tongue move past your lips – your tongue now dancing with his, matching the intensity of this kiss. His hands move to reach around and grip your ass in his large hands. He feels his pants become increasingly tighter as he pushes against you.

Pulling back, he stares down at you and narrows his eyes. You’re staring up at him with a dazed look on your face as he takes your hand and brings you further into the hotel room. He removes his jacket and sets it on the chair off to the side.

“On your knees,” he says, turning back around to look at you. He reaches down and undoes his belt, a smirk lining his lips.

You arch your brow and tilt your head, removing your own jacket as you stand before him in a pair of jeans and a white low v-neck.

“Don’t make me tell you again,” he growls, eyes taking in your frame. How can you be so beautiful when dressed so casually?

“Can I take my pants off first?” You ask quietly, hands reaching down to begin undoing the zipper and button of your jeans.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he nods in your direction and watches you begin to push your jeans down your legs, clad in a white v-neck and a pair of white panties. Then, you stand in front of him and slowly kneel down until you’re on your knees in front of him.

“Look beautiful like this,” he points out, bringing a hand down to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb gently across your skin. He pushes down his pants and boxers, his cock now springing to attention in front of you. He kicks off his pants and boxers to the side, using his free hand to take hold of his base. He steps forward and glides the head of his length across your lips, his precome smearing across your lips. “Fuck,” he growls.

Slowly, you part your lips for him, darting your tongue out to slide across his tip. He loses his resolve for a moment, sliding his tip past your lips and feeling you lap at his precome. He moves his hand from his base to grip around your hair, pushing his hips forward so that more of his cock disappears in your mouth.

Your eyes gazes up at him, hands moving to rest on his thighs to prevent him from moving any further. His tip touches the back of your throat and you pull back to take a deep breath. He stares down at you and releases his hold on your hair to reach down and grab the ends of his shirt. Once he tosses it aside, he pushes back into your mouth and places both hands on your head. He hears you gagging and holds you firmly against him, feeling your saliva begin to coat his entire length. When he pulls back, he stares down at you and sees your lips swollen and parted for him, chest heaving as you try to take a deep breath.

“Tell me,” he groans, pushing his hips forward for his cock to slide into your mouth. “Tell me that you’ve thought about me when you’ve been with all those other men. Tell me that you always think about me,” he groans, thrusting his hips forward. “Tell me that you’ll only ever be with me.”

He pulls back and watches you catch your breath, nodding up at him in response.

“Say it,” he says.

“It will only ever be you, Wyatt,” you answer honestly. “Even when I’m alone, all I think about is you. Who you are, what you do, how you can fit into my life,” you admit, slowly standing up and grabbing his shoulder to push him into the bed. He falls back as he looks up at you, his gaze softening momentarily.

You pull your shirt over your head and undo your bra, completely exposed and bare for him as you straddle his waist and reach down to grab a hold of his cock. Slowly, you slide down his length and let out a quiet moan, his girth and size stretching you only in a way that he can. “I think I could fall in love with you,” you whisper almost inaudibly as you push yourself further onto him until you’re firmly sitting on his lap, his manhood sheathed within your tight, warm, and wet heat.

Wyatt (Jamie) could have come right there. He stares up at you, taking note of your head tilted back with your arms pressing against his chest. You’re moving your hips slowly in a forward and backward motion, but all his eyes can focus on is you.

I think I could fall in love with you. It lingers in his mind, mixes in with the sounds of your moans. He sits up, arms wrapping around your waist as he guides you to move forward in his lap. He leans in and presses his lips against the side of your neck, nipping and teeth grazing across your skin. He’s obsessed with you.

“Wyatt,” you moan, arms wrapping around his shoulders as the hair at his base brushes against your bundle of nerves.

Something takes over him and moves a hand to your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure. He doesn’t want to hear you say that name because it isn’t actually his. He thrusts his hips upwards, your moan coming out almost inaudibly to the tight grip he has around your throat.

“You’re only ever going to be mine,” he growls. The sounds of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the hotel room and you reach up to wrap your hand around his wrist. “Ain’t no one gonna be with you but me.” He presses his feet against the floor and slams upwards into you. He releases his hold on your throat and hears you take a deep breath.

“A–As long as I’m the only one you’ll be with too,” you answer through a loud moan.

He slowly rolls you onto your back and slams into you. His thrusts pick up in speed, the tightness in his lower abdomen beginning to build and build as he uses you at his disposal. He’s afraid of what this could be, afraid of what you could mean to him, because he can imagine a life with you. He doesn’t answer you though, determined to fuck the idea out of you. He’s sure that once he tells you the truth that you’re going to want nothing to do with him and he isn’t sure that he’s ready to let go of you just yet.

“I’m gonna come,” you moan, feeling his hands grip your wrists to pin them above your head.

“Yeah, you are,” he groans. “Fucking come for me, baby.”

That’s all it takes. You shut your eyes and arch your back, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix repeatedly as your body begins to tremble. Your walls tighten even further around him and his hips stutter, unable to hold back himself as he releases into you abruptly. He pulls out of you and watches his come trickle out of you, the sight causing him to grab ahold of his length and pushing into you once more.

“Wyatt!” you exclaim, reaching down to push against his lower abdomen. “Wait- Baby, wait–”

“No,” he groans, grabbing your hands once more and holding them firmly against the mattress. He continues to thrust into you, looking down at where you’re connected and seeing his come mix in with your arousal. “Fuck, you look good like this.”

Your eyes flutter, squirming against him as the sensations become too overwhelming. “Wyatt, please… I can’t–”

“You were made for me,” he interrupts, using his free hand to draw circles against the bundle of your nerves. “And only for me. D’ya understand me?”

“Y–Yes!” you can feel your body giving way to him as yet another orgasm approaches. “Wyatt–”

“It’s Jamie,” he corrects. “Call me Jamie.”

Your brows furrow in confusion and stare into his eyes, but he looks determined. Your mind is all over the place and it doesn’t help that he’s still thrusting into you with his thumb circling your clit. “J– Jamie!” you moan loudly and he groans to himself, pulling out of you to watch your body shake through another orgasm.

He moves to lie on his back and bites his lower lip, glancing over in your direction. “That’s my real name.”

You’re breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath as you slowly move to lie on your side. “Why’d you give me a fake name?”

He clears his throat and looks down at you. Quickly, he comes up with an excuse and feels your fingertips run along his chest. “Guess I was still a bit hesitant giving you my real name at the time.”

You nod slowly and then lean up to kiss his cheek. “That’s fair. I’d probably give you a fake name too if you hadn’t seen my nametag.”

Jamie lets out a relieved sigh and then wraps his arm around your shoulders, bringing you close to his side.

“I meant it,” you say quietly. “I’d only ever wanna be with you… as long as I’m the only one that you’d be with too.”

He tilts his head and glances down at you. “You don’t know what you’re getting into, baby.”

“I’m thinking…” you whisper, slowly moving to straddle his waist again. “I’m thinking I’d do anything for you.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“Then give me a chance to.”

THE TRUTH AND AGREEMENT — It’s been a week since the last time you’ve seen him. You aren’t sure whether you’re ignoring him or he’s ignoring you. Neither of you have tried to give the other person a call, but despite the things he’s told you, it surprisingly doesn’t deter you from wanting him.

You’re at work again, reading a book at the front desk when you hear someone clear their throat. Slowly shutting your book and looking up, your eyes slightly widen at the sight of him standing in front of you. He’s dressed more casually today, a black t-shirt underneath a dark colored jacket paired with jeans. His eyes soften at the sight of you as he glances at the clock over your shoulder.

“What time are you off?” he asks.

“Well, hello to you too.”

“Hi.” he sighs. “What time are you off?” he repeats.

“Not for another few hours. You haven’t reached out,” you answer.

“Neither did you.”

“I wasn’t sure–” you bite your lower lip. “I’m sorry.”

“Shouldn’t be.”

“I still want to–”

“Meet me after you get off work?” he interrupts.

Excitement flickers in your eyes and he lets a small smile line his lips at the sight. “Where?”

Jamie takes his phone out and hands it to you. It’s his personal phone, not the flip phone that he uses for the club. “I’ll text you.”

You nod and enter your personal phone number as a contact in his phone before you hand it over to him. “I’ll see you soon, Jamie.”

His eyes gazes up at you at the sound of his name leaving your lips. He isn’t sure why it has so much of an effect on him, why the way you’re smiling at him makes him want to just reach over and kiss you. This isn’t what he usually does – he doesn’t see the same person more than once, at least not if there’s anything that could benefit him.

He says your name quietly and then looks over his shoulder to see someone standing in line, waiting for him to be done. “I’ll see you soon,” he repeats.

Stepping off to the side, Jamie watches you interact with the person behind him. He notices the way your eyes light up, your smile so broad and infectious. Even when your eyes meet his momentarily, he feels the faintest feeling of warmth in the pit of his stomach, blossoming further into his chest.

He doesn’t know what this means, but he really needs to figure it out soon. He needs to gain back control because he fucking hates feeling like this.

He’s scared. Scared because he finally told you the truth and he isn’t sure if he’s going to lose you because of it. If you do decide that you no longer want this, then Jamie will have to make sure that you don’t talk about it to anyone else… which means having to clean up loose ends.

Which means having to get rid of you.

—

A few hours later, you’re driving to the hotel that Jamie sent you the address for. There’s an excitement bubbling within you, but not because of the possibility of having sex with him again, but because you’ll finally get to know more about him. To anyone else, they’d have run and cut ties with him the moment they found out the truth.

When you park your car in the parking garage, you’re surprised to see Jamie standing near the elevator with his arms in his pockets. You take a deep breath, trying to hide your excitement and the smile that’s itching to spread across your lips when you climb out. He walks over to you and gently takes your hand – a complete difference than what you’re used to with him.

“Hey,” he says first.

“Hi,” you answer.

“Figured we could talk,” Jamie says quietly. “That okay?”

“Yeah, more than okay.” You can tell he’s nervous, anxious because he won’t meet your eyes and the gentleness and softness he’s displaying isn’t what you’re used to. He’s always been so in control, so rough with you that this makes you a little uneasy.

Once inside the hotel and elevators, Jamie releases your hand and presses the button to the top floor. Turning around to face you, his eyes take in your frame before he walks closer to you. Slowly, he cages you in between his body and the railing of the elevator, his own hands resting against the railing as he stares into your eyes.

“You know you shouldn’t even be around me after everything I’ve told you,” he whispers hesitantly.

Jamie lets out a quiet and shaky breath when he feels your hands come up to rest against his cheeks, thumbs brushing against his jawline.

“I said I’d do anything for you, Jamie,” you answer. “I know I should leave, shouldn’t even be here with you, but I just–” you bite your lower lip. “I can’t imagine never seeing you again.”

Before he can say anything, the doors to the elevator open and he pulls away from you. Gently once more, he takes your hand and leads you to the room at the end of the hall where he opens the door for you. He steps inside with you and takes your bag, setting it down on the counter as his hands move to your hips, guiding you further into the room and onto the bed.

“I’ve killed people before,” he admits out loud. “I’m a greedy man. I’m not– I’m not a good person, but I can promise you that I’d do anything to give you the life that you deserve.”

Slowly, you turn around and run your hands through his hair. “I should run from you,” you say honestly. “You’re the type of man that people warn women about… toxic, dangerous…” your eyes gaze into his, watching as he stares at you deeply. “But I want you… what does that say about me?”

Jamie shrugs. “I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “But if you decide that you want this… You’re going to have to commit yourself to me. There’s no leaving this, there’s no leaving me.”

“And if I choose not to want this?”

His jaw tightens. “I think you know what I’ll have to do.”

“Well then, do you need a partner?” you ask with a small smile, biting your lower lip.

Jamie narrows his eyes, moving his hand to rest on your neck lightly. “I do it alone,” he whispers. “I’d be the one in control. You do what I tell you to do.”

You nod, hand coming up to rest over his wrist. “Y–Yes, sir.”

Sir.

“So, what do you want?” he asks hesitantly, thumb brushing against your throat.

“You.” you answer immediately. “Whatever that means, I’m in it. I’m in this.”

Jamie lets out a relieved breath and gently tightens his hand around your throat. “I’m the one with the power… I’m the one that tells you where to go, what to do…”

You nod. “I’ll do anything… as long as I just have you, Jamie.”

His gaze darkens and he releases his hold from you to push you back against the bed. Jamie places a hand on the mattress as he leans down over you, lips brushing against yours. “You don’t call me by my name,” he says. “You never call me by my name from now on.”

“But your name is so–”

He clicks his tongue and roughly rolls you over onto your abdomen. Quickly, he tugs down your skirt with your panties as you lean over the edge of the bed, ass in the air for him. Without hesitation, he brings his hand back only to connect with your ass cheek, the sound of the slap echoing the large hotel room.

“You don’t talk back either,” he points out. “When you go against what I say, what I tell you, this is punishment.”

You nod, letting out a quiet whimper as you feel the sting of his slap rush through your entire body. You grip the sheets tightly, looking over your shoulder at him. “Okay…”

He shakes his head and slaps your ass roughly once more, seeing your cheek redden instantly with the imprint of his large hand. “Hmm… Not good enough of an answer.”

“Yes, sir. I don’t talk back. I do what you say. I go where you tell me. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Good,” he smirks, sliding in two of his thick fingers past your folds. His brows lift upwards at the feel of your slickness and he leans over to whisper into your ear. “You like being punished, hm?”

“I just like when you touch me,” you moan, the roughness of his fingers thrusting in and out of you causing your toes to curl. It’s painful, the way he’s moving his fingers in and out of your depths so roughly, but you can’t help the way your body reacts to him.

“Well, it isn’t quite a punishment if you like it then, is it?” he asks, pulling his fingers out of you abruptly. He looks down at his hand, the way your slickness drips down and he brings it to his lips, letting out a low growl at the taste of you.

“Wait, but–”

He shakes his head and moves to sit on the edge of the bed with you, resting his hands on the mattress as he looks over at you. His eyes move to your backside, can see your slickness along the length of your sex slowly begin to trickle out of you. It glistens under the light and he wants nothing more than to bury his face between your legs, but he can’t. He needs to show some restraint, needs to stay in control.

“You only see me from now on, are we clear?” he asks, reaching for you to kneel down in front of him.

You scramble to your feet and drop to your knees between his legs, hands resting on your thighs as you stare up at him. You nod obediently, batting your eyelashes up at him. “Yes, sir.”

“We’re gonna the rule the world, baby,” he grins. “You and me.” He reaches down and cups your cheek, using his free hand to undo the button and zipper of his pants as he lowers it to his ankles.

Your eyes widen at the sight of his throbbing cock, now fully erect and leaking at the tip. You lick your lips, eager to wrap your lips around him as your hands itch to reach out for him. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do,” you reply.

“Won’t be easy,” he admits, stroking himself at the sight of you on your knees in front of him.

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” you answer. “The only thing I need is you.”

His eyes soften at that. He’s not used to feeling like this – usually, he’d have to negotiate or offer some cut of the money he’d receive, but with you… it’s easy because you don’t want any of those things. You just want him and he can’t help but feel that same warmth in his chest again. He won’t ever admit it out loud, but he’d do anything for you too.

He doesn’t answer, but instead brings his tip past your lips. You’re eagerly lapping at his precome, sucking his tip as he continues to stroke the base of his length. He groans quietly to himself, pulling back to run his tip across your wet lips. “Such a good girl for me,” he says lowly. “And I think good girls get a reward.”

“Please…”

“And begging too? Yeah, baby, you get a reward.” He gently lifts you back on the bed as he lies back. “Over my face.”

Your eyes widen, clearing your throat anxiously as you do what he says. He moves further up the bed as you settle yourself over him, hands resting on the headframe as his lips hover inches away from your throbbing heat. With one arm, he reaches up and rests it over your waist, bringing you down until your sex is firmly pressed over his mouth.

“Oh god,” you whimper, hands gripping the headboard of the bed frame. No one’s ever done this before and you’re unsure of how long you’d actually last because his mouth sucks your clit aggressively, tongue flicking against you repeatedly. You feel so vulnerable like this, completely at his mercy. You want to scream his name, but you force yourself not to.

His eyes flutter closed as his mouth laps at your juices. You’re so wet, dripping down his chin as he moves his lips towards your hole. He flicks his tongue against you as his other hand continues to stroke himself, squeezing the base of his cock at the taste of you. He hums against you, causing a vibration to reverberate through your entire body.

Your legs are placed at either side of his head and you begin to roll your hips against his face, feeling his tongue flatten along the length of your sex. You look down at him, the look on his face only urging you closer to your orgasm. You lift your hips slightly and he growls, shaking his head as he removes his arm from your waist to thrust two fingers inside of you. He wastes no time in thrusting his fingers as he moves to suck your clit with his mouth, tongue flicking against your bundle of nerves.

“Baby,” you whimper. “Baby, please… I’m close–”

His hand around his cock quickens, gripping his base tightly as he feels his own release approach. He feels a tightness in the pit of his stomach begin to build as his free hand continues to pump his fingers in and out of you as his lips pay close attention to your clit.

Your grip around the headboard tightens until his knuckles turn white from the grip, your body trembling and shaking against him. You lift your hips away from his mouth as his fingers fill you to the knuckle. He smirks up at you, curling his fingers within your walls to help you ride out your orgasm. At the sight of you gripping the headboard, head tilted back and mouth agape, Jamie thrusts his hips slightly off the bed as he finds his own release. His come lands on his shirt, letting out a loud groan.

Slowly, you lift yourself until his fingers slide out of you and you look over at him, seeing his hand continue to stroke himself. Quickly, you kneel down between his legs and wrap your lips around his tip, sucking the remnants of his come into your mouth and swallowing eagerly.

He shudders against you, eyes gazing down at you as he slows his strokes, the feeling of your lips and tongue at his tip causing a shiver to run through him.

When his cock finally softens, he sits up and removes his shirt and pulls on his boxers. You bite your lower lip and move to lie down on the bed instead, feeling him lie down with you as his arms wrap around your frame.

“If I can’t call you by your name,” you whisper quietly. “Can I call you baby instead?” you ask.

He smiles and leans down to peck your lips lightly. “I like that, baby.”

You grin and bury your face against his chest. “I think I’m gonna like this life with you.”

He looks down at you, watches your eyes flutter closed as the same warmth blossoms in his chest again.

THE CON — It’s been about six months since your agreement with Jamie and you both managed to slip into a routine with each other. It’s almost domestic, how easy your life has entangled itself with his own. Right after the agreement, he tells you to move in with him, having found out that he lives permanently at the hotel, living on the top floor. You don’t disagree with him, instead, you agree and break your lease, moving most of your things to his place within a week.

He takes you to work, picks you up, and every night, he makes sure to show you just how good of a decision you made with choosing him. You find yourself falling for him more and more every day, but there’s a part of you that’s too afraid to tell him. Afraid because if you admit how you truly felt about him, you aren’t sure how he’s going to react. You know that you’re a liability; at any moment, he can change his mind about you and you’d know that there would be nothing that you can do if that were to ever happen.

So, you love him in silence. You stare at him lovingly when he’s cooking for you or when he’s working. You go to sleep every night with your arms wrapped around him, focusing on the sound of his breath to lull you to sleep. When he’s too busy, you make sure to cook him dinner so that he remembers to eat. You hope that he can see how much you’d do for him, how much you’d sacrifice for him.

You haven’t seen the type of man he makes himself out to be. He’s sweet, considerate, thoughtful. You wonder if he’s hiding that part of himself from you – the man who’s killed, who’s greedy, who would do anything to make sure that he benefits from it.

By the time he gets home, you’re seated on the love seat with a book in your hands. It’s late, but you like to stay up and wait for him until he gets home. You see the smile on his face and when he looks over at you, his eyes light up.

“Hey,” he walks over to you and removes his coat, setting it over the back of the couch as he leans down and kisses the crown of your head.

“Hey, what’s got you smiling?” you tease, looking up at him.

“I found my next job,” he grins and gently takes your book from your hand, setting it on the coffee table as he picks you up and sits in the love seat with you on his lap. “Everything’s going to work out perfectly. In just over a month, we’ll have made more than five million dollars.”

Your eyes widen as you wrap your arm around his shoulders. “F– Five million dollars, baby? Oh my god…”

He nods with a grin. “Five million fucking dollars.”

“What can I do?” you ask, biting your lower lip. “Can I do anything to help?”

“Oh baby,” he says, leaning up to peck your lips. “There’s plenty of things you can do to help.”

“Yeah?” you ask with a hopeful look on your face.

“Yeah, but first…” he bites his lower lip and brings a hand to cup your cheek, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. “I want you. Gonna spend the entire night showing you how grateful I am of you.”

You smile, staring deeply into his eyes as you run your hands through his hair. “Baby, I–”

“I know,” he whispers, interrupting you.

“You know?”

He nods. “Yeah.”

“Is that okay?”

Jamie bites the inside of his cheek, eyes gazing into yours. He had noticed the way you would look at him when you thought he wasn’t looking, how much care and love you put into everything that you did for him… The five million dollars payout after this job was not only going to be for him, but also for you and what he can do with the money to make sure you had a life that you deserved.

He knew that had fallen in love with you too, especially when his mind had drifted to you when he realized the amount of money that he could walk away with. It was no longer just him. You were now in the picture and he can’t imagine his life without you in it now.

“Yeah, that’s okay, baby,” he finally answers.

You smile, letting out a breath of relief. Slowly, you move to straddle his lap, continuing to run your fingers through his hair as you begin to roll your hips against his own. You had been dressed in one of his old t-shirts and nothing else, your wetness beginning to stain his pants.

“You gonna make a mess on these expensive pants, baby?” he asks, hands moving up your thighs. “Because I don’t know how I’d feel about that. These are very expensive.”

“Then take ‘em off,” you whisper, leaning in to peck his lips.

“Oh, did we forget who’s the one in control here? The one in charge?” he asks, gripping your hips tightly.

“I– I’m sorry…” you mumble, ceasing your movements as you lift your hips off his lap.

He growls lowly, wrapping his arms around your waist and standing up from the love seat. Slowly, he walks you over to the couch and sets you down as he kneels between your legs. He holds your legs open for him, gaze darkening with lust at the sight of your sex glistening with your slickness.

“The things I’m gonna do to you,” he says with a low tone.

—

“So, are we clear on the plan again?” he asks, readjusting his black jacket as he stares at you in a skin tight red dress. He lets his eyes rake over your frame, feeling slightly jealous that you’re likely going to be dancing with the man that he’s been getting close to, the man that’s going to be the reason why he’s getting five million dollars.

“Yes, baby,” you tell him, straightening out your dress. “Buy him a drink, ask him to dance, leave him wanting more.”

“Good,” he answers, wrapping his arms around you from behind. “Just a dance, nothing else.”

You nod in agreement. “I’m going home with you,” you repeat. “This will just give him the confidence that he lacks and you’ll be there to cheer him on, to get him to trust you even more so than he does now.”

He grins. “Yeah, baby. Good. Good.”

“Five million dollars for you, right?” you smile.

“For us,” he corrects. “It’s going to be for us,” he admits.

“I love you,” you whisper quietly, turning around in his arms and bringing a hand to rest on his cheek gently. “Let’s have some fun tonight.”

His heart races at your words and he nods, turning his head to gently press his lips against your palm. He pulls back and then takes your hand, leading you out of the hotel room and towards the elevators. Once at the lobby, he releases your hand and gently kisses your cheek. “I’ll see you at the club, baby.”

You nod and then run your hands down the lapels of his jacket before you turn around on your heel and walk out of the hotel. He looks around the lobby, his hands placed in his pockets as he watches the men in the lobby turn their heads to watch you walk away. He feels a mixture of emotions – jealousy and pride. Pride because you’re his, but jealous because other men are looking at what’s his.

With a heavy sigh, he stretches his neck and then grabs his phone from his pocket to dial the man’s number.

—

Jamie’s leaning back against the seat, drink in hand as he fakes genuine laughter at what the other man’s saying. His eyes scan the room, noticing the splash of red in the midst of neutral dark colors. Your eyes meet his and he smiles, watching as you bite the tip of your straw to sip on your drink.

Then, he turns his attention back to the other man, listening to him go on and on about his divorce and how he hadn’t been able to meet anyone new.

“Oh come on, Daniel,” Jamie says with that same charismatic grin on his lips. “A man like you can’t get another woman?”

“To be honest,” he whispers, fidgeting in his seat. “I haven’t been with anyone other than my ex-wife. I doubt a woman would want to be with a man who’s inexperienced like me.”

“You’d be surprised,” he answers. “Because it looks like that one has been looking at you since we got here.” Jamie points his chin in your direction, watching Daniel turn in his seat to look over at you.

“No– No way. She’s looking at you.”

Jamie laughs, shaking his head. “Her eyes are all on you and she’s walking over here.” He stands from the bar stool and gently slaps a strong hand over Daniel’s shoulder. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom. You go and have some fun.”

“Wait, but–”

Jamie’s already walking away by the time you make your way to Daniel. You’re leaning against the counter of the bar, biting your lower lip innocently as you wave your hand to get the bartender’s attention. “His next round is on me,” you tell the bartender with a sweet smile.

Daniel clears his throat. “I– I– I’m sorry. You didn’t have to do that and–” he loses his words when he feels your soft touch on his forearm, eyelashes batting up in his direction.

“Is it too unconventional for the woman to buy the man a drink?” you tease.

“N– No,” he stutters. “I’m just not used to women buying a drink for me… or women looking at me in general,” he mumbles under his breath.

“Well, good thing I’m not like most women.”

Daniel nods, eyes lingering on your frame. The bartender sets down another drink for him and you lean in, lips near his ear as you whisper over the loud music. “Do you want to dance?”

“Oh, I–” he clears his throat. “I’m actually here with a friend and if he–”

“I’m sure he’s a big boy who can take care of himself,” you interrupt. “Just one dance? Please?” You can sense his hesitation and you bite your lower lip. You know this wasn’t discussed with Jamie, but your advancements were just not working with Daniel. Slowly, you lean in and gently brush your lips against his cheek. “I promise, I don’t bite… unless you like that.”

Daniel glances at you and then over his shoulder to see Jamie with a dark gaze, but he’s smiling encouragingly at the other man. All it takes is for one nod before Daniel downs the drink and stands up. You look up at him, smiling broadly as his hand immediately darts out to rest on your hip. “It would be very rude of me to deny you one dance,” he says softly.

“Good,” you smile. “I’d hate to dance by myself.” You lead him to the dance floor, playing with his fingers as he follows you closely from behind. Once on the dance floor, you turn to face him and rest your hands on his shoulders. He’s stiff and anxious around you, slowly moving side to side to the beat of the music. “Relax,” you coo, taking his hands and placing them back on your hips. “It’s just one dance.” Then, you turn your back to him and sway your hips expertly to the sound of the song that filters the entire club.

He bites his lower lip and pulls you flush against his front, his hands gripping your hips as he watches your backside brush against his front repeatedly.

You reach around him and tangle your hand in his hair, head tilting back to rest on his shoulder as you keep your eyes focused in front of you. Jamie’s staring directly at you, hidden in the shadows as he watches you move against the other man. He can see Daniel progressively gain more and more confidence as his hand moves around to splay against your lower abdomen, lips now brushing against your earlobe. You feign an inaudible gasp, eyes falling shut as you feel the other man become increasingly excited with the way your body moves against his own.

When the song finally comes to an end, you pull away from him and turn to face him. You reach up to rest your hand on his chest, smiling sweetly in his direction. “Thank you for the dance.”

“Wait, can I get your number?”

You bite your lower lip and lean in to give a kiss on his cheek once more. “Maybe next time,” you whisper, pulling away from him and turning on your heel to walk towards the bathrooms.

Jamie follows you closely, taking your hand roughly into his own and pushing you into the bathroom. He locks it behind him, eyes dark with lust as he pushes you against the wall. “I don’t think kissing him on the cheek was part of our plan, baby.”

“It wasn’t… I’m sorry. He just– He wouldn’t dance with me and I figured–”

“It wasn’t part of our plan,” he repeats, hand moving up to tangle itself in your hair. He growls lowly, tugging on it roughly which causes your head to tilt back. “It was already hard enough for me seeing you dance like that with him.”

“But that’s what you told me to do,” you whimper.

“Are you talking back?” he whispers, moving closer until his lips brush against the side of your neck.

“N– No, I’m sorry. I just–”

“You just what?” he asks, staring up at you.

“I’m sorry, Jamie. I’m–”

“Thought I told you to never say my fucking name.” He clicks his tongue and pulls away from you, moving his hands into his pockets as he stares at you from top to bottom.

You clear your throat and reach out for him, hands moving to his chest. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to do good, make you proud, and–”

“Oh, baby,” he coos, taking one of your hands in his own. “You did do good. You did make me proud.” He takes your other hand and grabs your wrists to pin them above your head, looking into your eyes. “I just don’t like sharing.”

“I– I’m all yours, I promise.” you bite your lower lip, your own eyes now darkening with lust. “All I could think about while dancing with him was you. I only ever think about you, baby.”

“It’s hard to be angry at you,” he says. “You’re just so sweet on me.”

“And I– I love you,” you add.

He falters momentarily, clearing his throat as his grip around your wrists loosen just slightly. “Yeah?” he asks.

You nod immediately. “Y– Yes. I’m so in love with you and–”

He interrupts you by pressing his lips firmly against yours, dropping your wrists as his hands now move to your hips. The kiss is messy, urgent, and he wastes no time in sliding his tongue past your lips. He can hear you whimper against his lips and the jealousy he felt earlier is now replaced with a sudden desire to make you completely his.

“Yeah? How much do you love me, baby?” he mumbles, pulling away from you as he grabs the ends of your dress and begins to lift it higher to bunch around your hips.

“So much,” you whisper, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you pepper kisses along his jawline.

“So much that you’d let me put a baby in you, hm? Would you like that?” he uses his free hand to tug down your thong, watching you step out of it once it pools around your ankles.

You bite your lower lip and nod, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Yes,” you answer breathlessly. “Yes, baby.”

“Good,” he smiles, turning you around. He watches you rest your hands on the wall as you bend down just slightly and he groans at the sight of you, pushing his pants and boxers down his ankles as he grabs a hold of his length and slowly runs his leaking tip across the length of your sex. He leans over you, one hand coming up to tangle itself in your hair again. “Gonna fill you up, baby.”

“Please,” you plead, pushing back against him as you feel his tip slide into you.

“Mm,” he groans, pulling away from you. “Patience, baby. Let’s not forget that I still didn’t like the way you kissed Daniel.”

“It was just on the cheek,” you whimper.

He growls and pulls you upright, tightening his grip around your hair. “Your lips should only be for me,” he whispers into your ear, slamming into you abruptly. He groans quietly, hand moving from the base of his cock to rest on your hip. He releases his hold on your hair to bring his hand around your front, gripping your throat lightly. “You should only be for me.”

“I– I’m yours… All yours, baby,” you moan, bringing a hand to reach around for him. His breaths come in short pants near your ear, hand lightly squeezing your throat as his manhood moves in and out of you. He’s desperate to bring you closer to the edge, his desire to fill you up with his come overwhelming his entire body.

“Gonna make sure everyone knows that you’re mine,” he whispers into your ear, the sounds of your moans echoing off the walls of the small bathroom as his skin slaps against yours repeatedly. “You’re gonna look so beautiful all pregnant with my baby,” he nips at your earlobe, breathing heavily against you. “God, you make me so fucking happy,” he admits. “You have no idea how much you’ve changed my life, baby… how you will change my life. I’m a better man because of you,” he groans, eyes falling shut as he releases his hold on your throat to grip your hips instead.

“I love you,” you gasp, walls tightening even further around his length. A loud moan escapes your lips as you move your hands to rest over his own, lacing your fingers over his.

He groans and rests his forehead against the back of your shoulder as his fingertips dig into your hips, driving his own further into your own. He feels the tightness build until he slams into you, painting your walls with his come. He moans quietly, his hips stuttering as he uses your tight heat to get every last drop of his come. “Skip your birth control tomorrow,” he whispers breathlessly.

You nod, turning your head to gently kiss his cheek. “Anything for you, baby. I really do love you,” you admit quietly.

“I know,” he nods. “I know.”

—

Later that week, Jamie gets home with blood splattered on his white dress shirt and knuckles bruised and cut up. You widen your eyes, ushering him into the bathroom as you grab the first aid kit. You feel a sense of dread wash over you, eyes filled with concern at the sight of him.

“Oh my god, what– Are you–” you shake your head, looking up at him. “What happened?”

“What needed to happen,” he answers. His own eyes are distant as he stares at the wall ahead of him, feeling your hands begin to undo his dress shirt. “He transferred the money,” he grins. “And I had to get rid of a loose end.”

“Y– You killed him?” you ask quietly, pushing the shirt away from his body.

He nods and finally turns his gaze to you, staring deeply into your eyes. “He found out who I was,” he answers. “So, I had to do what I had to do.”

You nod slowly, taking his hand as you begin to clean the cuts along his knuckles. Your mind drifts momentarily, knowing that you’re now forever tied to the man in front of you. You never did have to think about his capability of murdering someone, but here he is… standing in front of you with someone else’s blood on his hands, on his clothes.

“Does that scare you?” he asks, pulling a hand away from you to hook a finger under your chin. He looks into your eyes, narrows his own as he tries to search for any hesitancy in your gaze. “Does knowing that I can kill someone for my own personal gain scare you?”

You shake your head, biting the inside of your cheek nervously. “No,” you answer.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Then why does the expression on your face say differently?”

You sigh and set aside the cotton ball and alcohol. “I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

“Why?” he asks, jaw tightening. “I told you what I am, who I am.”

“I know and I still love you,” you reply. “What you did doesn’t change a thing, but these hands… it’s hard to imagine that they can cause so much pain for someone else when you’re so gentle with me.”

“Hm,” he answers. “Not always gentle with you.”

“But never with bad intentions,” you quip back. “Listen,” you begin. “I told you that I’m in this with you, whatever it takes and whatever that means.”

“There’s no going back, you know that, right?”

“I know,” you sigh quietly and move your hands to rest on his bare chest. “So, what’s the plan?”

“We go wherever we wanna go, baby,” he answers. “Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere,” you smile, gently leaning up on your toes to peck his lips. “As long as I’m with you.”

“You love me that much, huh?” he smiles, hand reaching down to rest on your hip.

“More than you know.”

“I’m a lucky man,” he says softly, gently lifting you to sit on the edge of the bathroom sink as he stands between your legs. “We’ve got the entire world at our fingertips.”

THE AFTERMATH — Six months after Daniel, you and Jamie had decided to go to Italy. You had fallen in love with the country, Jamie buying a small house away from all of the touristy areas. It’s quiet, serene, peaceful.

You notice that he seems so much more relaxed here. The money he managed to obtain from Daniel and Jonathan providing a comfortable cushion for the both of you. You fall into a comfortable routine with him again – waking up in his arms, falling asleep right next to him. He no longer needs to work and neither do you, so you spend most of your days entangled with one another.

He still hasn’t told you that he loves you, but through his actions, you know that he does.

You’re in the kitchen, making lunch when he walks in through the front door. He gazes at you with a small smile, arms crossed over his chest. He walks further into the kitchen and leans against the counter, biting the inside of his cheek. Through everything that he’s been through, he never thought that he’d be here, with someone he was so deeply in love with. He never thought that he'd ever give his heart to anyone; he had always told himself that he was meant to be alone, that the life he wanted to live was never meant to be shared with anyone else.

But you… You had captured his attention from the moment you both met. Even after the first night you shared together, you were all he could ever think about. You were never part of his plan, but now, he can’t ever think about his future without thinking about you.

When you look up from what you’re doing to see him, a smile instantly lines your lips. You set down the knife and move to wash your hands, feeling him come up from behind as he turns his head to pepper kisses along your neck.

“Mmm, hello you,” you smile, leaning back against him.

“Hey,” he whispers. “What are you making?”

“I was craving chicken parm,” you answer, turning around to face him. “You hungry?”

He nods and cups your cheek lightly, thumb brushing against your soft skin. “Yeah, baby.”

“Okay, I’ll make enough for the both of us.”

“Thank you,” he says with a small smile, leaning in to press a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I love you,” you smile to yourself, eyes falling shut when you feel his lips on your forehead.

He takes a deep breath and wraps his arms around your frame, lips moving to the top of your ear. “I love you too,” he finally admits.

You feel your heart race even faster, pulling back just enough to look up at him. “Y– You love me too?”

He nods slowly. “Yeah, baby. I’ve loved you for a long time now.”

You grin broadly, your teeth pulled between your lips. “I think you just made me the happiest woman alive.”

“Oh yeah? The five million dollars didn’t do it?” he chuckles.

“No amount of money would ever make me as happy as hearing those words leave your lips,” you admit.

“Such a sweet girl,” he smiles.

“We’ve got the world at our fingertips, right?” you ask.

He grins and moves his hands to rest on the edge of the sink as he brushes the tip of his nose against your own. “This world is ours,” he nods.

“And our little girl’s,” you add, moving one hand to rest on your baby bump.

He smiles to himself and shuts his eyes, face burying against the side of your neck as he moves his own hand to rest over your own. He had always thought money would be the reason for his happiness, for his contentment, but now that he has you in his life with his child on the way, he couldn’t imagine living his life the way he used to.

“Everything I do from now on will be for you,” he whispers, feeling a kick against his palm. “And for her.”

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npt: @ovaryacted - @yxtkiwiyxt - @princessanglophile - @gelibean522 - @angeiulst

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nerdallwritey · 3 days ago

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Don't! Cross! This! Line! With Your Hand.

Summary: “I’ll tell you what, they didn’t call me ‘Astarion the Trustworthy’ for nothing.” He made to hand you the instrument, then snatched it back just as quickly. “They DIDN’T call me ‘Astarion the Trustworthy,’ they called me ‘Astarion the BLOODTHIRSTY, who KILLS whoever doesn’t give Astarion exactly what he wants in the moment that he wants it! Which is RIGHT NOW when I had better get my back read out to me!’” You looked at him with wide eyes, trying and nearly failing to withhold a laugh. He was trying to play this game with you. He really was. But you could see how desperately he wanted answers, too. Astarion, in turn, puffed his chest out as if trying to stand his ground. Just a little longer with the teasing, then you’d help him. “That’s what they called you?” you asked. Astarion looked up as if trying to grasp what exactly he should say next. “It was… shorter in Elvish.” OR Astarion asks for help with reading the scars on his back. You give him a hard time in the process. NOTE: This is a crack fic is based on this scene from Night at the Museum 2: Battle of the Smithsonian. ADDITIONALLY: This is a tumblr exclusive post because I can't be bothered to properly format it on ao3 or taint the Night at the Museum tag over there 😅 (I'm willing to post it there if people want me to but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Pairing: Astarion x gn!reader Rating: Mature Word count: 2.1k CW: strong-ish language, stupidity, Night at the Museum 2 Spoilers: Minor spoilers for Act 1 (in-game dialogue, plot points, etc.), as well as Astarion's plotline

a/n: I wrote this back in March of 2024, WAAAAAAYYY before I ever posted An Evening to Ourselves. It was never supposed to see the light of day and yet, here we are. I recently reached 300 followers on this account and was encouraged by @vividiana and @khywren to post this crack fic as a celebration of sorts. Here's what I wrote in the google doc I originally wrote this piece in: "I wrote this purely because I love this dumb scene a lot and I thought it was a funny dynamic between Astarion and my Tav. It’s bad. It’s good. It is what it is." Please enjoy!

There it was. Your precious lute. Wood worn from loving hands cradling it through years of song. Haphazardly shoved into the back of a tent with jars full of what you assumed was the blood of wild animals. Rags and other miscellaneous objects thrown on top of it to try and hide it from view. Nothing too heavy though. She’d sing another day.

You KNEW Astarion had taken it. The bastard.

He’d begged you to stop playing when you were working out a tune on the way to the Risen Road. He’d begged you to stop playing when you made your way back to camp. It hardly seemed fair that he would take it and hide it while you were helping Gale with dinner. You couldn’t help that annoying him was one of your favorite pastimes.

Still, he hadn’t destroyed the instrument as he had threatened to do so eloquently. That was something. Though Astarion rarely ever made good on his threats to you or your prized possessions.

Puffing out a short breath to move a strand of hair out of your face, you crouched, doing your best to mimic what your resident rogue might do in this situation. Looking around, Astarion was nowhere to be seen. Strange, given the time of evening - perfect time to ignore everyone and read something he’d picked up on the road - but you couldn’t complain. Here was the perfect time to take back what was rightfully yours.

On your hands and knees you crawled forward, ducking your head under the low flap of his tent. Gently, you removed the debris covering the beloved instrument, and scurried backwards again to make off with your loot.

“Stoooooop-” you heard a familiar voice bellow from the treeline, “-right there, darling.”

Spinning on your heel, you turned to greet an irritated, and shirtless, Astarion. His brows were knit together in a scowl as he marched towards you. Specks of blood littered his skin. He must have just come from a hunt.

“Evening, Astarion,” you chirped innocently. “Were you out hunting for a shirt?”

He ignored your quip and instead got up into your personal space. Thrown off by his proximity, you dropped your guard a bit, allowing him to reach forward and snatch the lute out of your hands.

“Give me that!” you lunged after his hand but he held the instrument out of your reach.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he tisked. “First, you’re going to do something for me.” He turned to give you a look at his back.

You were met with the intricate scar you’d only seen a handful of times before. Once when you’d accidentally come across him washing his shirt in a nearby stream, and another the morning following the Tiefling party after you’d spent the night with him.

The intricate patterns drove a dull ache through your heart. Astarion had mentioned it had been carved into his skin over the course of a single night by his ruthless master, Cazador. You scrunched your nose and scowled at the thought, then softened, feeling sympathy for the man before you. Speaking of-

“I know a few healing spells, but I don’t think they’d help with this,” you said, genuinely.

“Obviously not,” Astarion spat over his shoulder. Then he sighed. “Sorry, I- That’s not what I meant. I was wondering if you could help me read them. The scars. I’ve been trying to read them by touch, but I can’t. They may as well be written in Rashimi.”

You crossed your arms and examined his back. You recognized the language of the runes: Infernal. Your eyes zeroed in on the lute in his hand. Might as well have some fun if he insisted on being annoying.

“I’ll help you read your back,” you said, a teasing lilt in your tone, “when you release my lute and give it back to me.”

Astarion turned again to face you and caught a mischievous look in your eye. You saw him mirror it. He knew you’d read the scars for him. But a game was afoot.

He straightened his posture and lifted his head in a way you’d seen him do dozens of times now: I’m better than you. I’m looking down on you. Come here and I’ll snatch you right up.

“I shall release what I want to release the moment I want to release it.”

You snorted. “Great. And I’ll read what I want to read at the exact moment that I want to read it, okay?”

Astarion huffed, a smirk playing on his lips. “Tell me what it says right now or I shall destroy ALL your instruments, starting with the little worn out piece of driftwood here.” He waggled the lute by its neck lamely to punctuate his point.

“It’s spruce!” you feigned offense. “Fine, if you’re not gonna give me back my lute, then I’m never going to help you translate the Infernal on your back.”

Astarion’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Infernal… what was that bastard up to?” His eyes flicked back to yours. “Alright,” he said. “Alright.”

“Good,” you said, leaning forward for the lute.

Astarion tilted back a little, keeping his grip firmly on the lute. You gave him a look of confusion.

“I’ll tell you what, they didn’t call me ‘Astarion the Trustworthy’ for nothing.” He made to hand you the instrument, then snatched it back just as quickly. “They DIDN’T call me ‘Astarion the Trustworthy,’ they called me ‘Astarion the BLOODTHIRSTY, who KILLS whoever doesn’t give Astarion exactly what he wants in the moment that he wants it! Which is RIGHT NOW when I had better get my back read out to me!’”

You looked at him with wide eyes, trying and nearly failing to withhold a laugh. He was trying to play this game with you. He really was. But you could see how desperately he wanted answers, too.

Astarion, in turn, puffed his chest out as if trying to stand his ground.

Just a little longer with the teasing, then you’d help him.

“That’s what they called you?” you asked.

Astarion looked up as if trying to grasp what exactly he should say next. “It was… shorter in Elvish.”

“Great, well, I’ll read your back after you give me back-” you reached forward once more for the lute and your fingers brushed one of the strings, letting out a soft trill.

“How dare you,” Astarion pivoted on his heel away from you. “If you touch that again, I shall kill you right now.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. For all his talk, you knew Astarion would never hurt you intentionally.

He pointed at the lute and continued: “Do not touch this. This is a no touching zone.” He waved his free hand in front of the lute, drawing an invisible barrier through the air.

“Good! Well, then-” you reached out and strummed a few of the strings that were within your reach.

Astarion angled his body to cut you off. “Oh my gods,” he exclaimed. “I can’t believe you reached across like that.”

Again, you tried extremely hard to keep yourself from laughing.

Astarion smiled and kept going. “I can’t even believe it. Oh, gods, I want to kill you right- If I didn’t need you to read my back you’d be- you’d be so dead right now, it would be unbelievable.”

For all his practiced words and charm, he was failing miserably at threatening you articulately. You both knew it but neither of you would be the one to break first.

“Great, but you DO need my help to read your back.”

Astarion used his free hand again to dramatically redraw the barrier between you and his arm holding your lute. “Don’t! Cross! This! Line! With your hand.”

“No-”

“How dare you-”

“What I’m saying is-”

“If you speak again-”

“Nobody else-”

“If you SPEAK again, I’m GOING to kill you. Do you understand?”

You attempted to give an answer to this, but the vampire cut you off gleefully.

“Don’t say any- Oh gods I see you getting ready-”

“I wasn’t-”

“Oh my gods! Don’t say anything!”

Sucking in your lips and holding your breath, you did your best to remain nonchalant. Astarion could see you were about to break. He leaned in and lowered his voice.

“I shall murder you if you talk again. Now would you please… read what's on my damn back?” He turned once again to show you the pattern in his skin. You took this as your chance to snatch your lute back.

Your hand connected with the instrument. “Okay, after you give this back to me.”

Astarion slowly turned back to you, feigning disbelief and using his free hand to clutch at his chest in mock pain. “You did both! You spoke, and you reached your hand across!” He whipped his arm holding the lute back to his side, forcing you to let go.

“Look,” you said, placing your hands on your hips, “I could do this with you all night, okay?”

“How about this?” Astarion moved his hand to the pegboard of the lute and brought his free hand to the base. He then kicked the back of your knee, making you shift off balance, and finally came around behind you, holding the neck of the lute against your throat. “How about I DON’T kill you right now like I really, REALLY want to, and I give you precisely five seconds to read what’s been carved into my back.”

“Oh my gooooooods,” came another voice. “You two need to stop flirting so loudly around the rest of us.”

Karlach meandered over, dragging her hands down her face indicating she’d heard enough.

“Astarion, the infernal on your back doesn’t say anything specific. It’s part of some larger devilish pact or some shit. I can’t be fucked.”

You both looked to Karlach and then back at each other. Astarion released you from the “threatening” hold he had you in and the pair of you turned to face your tiefling friend.

“Karlach,” Astarion started, “you know how to read?”

The flames that surrounded Karlach’s body burned brightly for a moment. “Of course I know how to read, you absolute twat hat.”

That made you start to laugh in earnest.

“And you, soldier!” Karlach focused her attention on you and you immediately shut up. “If you’re gonna bang fangs, good for you by the way, but if you’re gonna bang fangs, have the decency to keep it down? Some of us are really pent up and can’t do anything about it.”

You cringed inwardly. “So sorry, we’ll keep it down from now on.” you elbowed Astarion.

“Ow! Yes, sure, sorry.”

“Good. Now put a shirt on, fancy boy.” With that, Karlach made her way back to her tent.

The both of you stayed quiet for another moment.

“Still feel like murdering me?”

“Not particularly, no.”

“Great. Turn around.” You knelt down in the dirt.

“What are you doing?”

“Turn around,” you repeated.

Astarion did as he was told and turned to show you his back. You stared for a moment, then took to drawing it in the dusty ground in front of you. When you were done, you patted Astarion’s calf and he turned back to face you.

“What in the hells?” Then, after a moment, “What did he do to me?”

Looking at the runes you’d dutifully copied into the dirt, you weren’t exactly sure what to make of it, apart from what Karlach had already told you. You stayed silent.

“Two centuries carrying this, and I can finally see it.” Disbelief and confusion coated his words.

“You really have no idea what this is?”

“None at all… Cazador was only figuratively hellish - there were never any devils hanging about the crypt.”

You rose to stand and joined Astarion by his side.

He sighed. “Whatever he’s left carved in my flesh, it’s a mystery to me. But if this is part of a contract, it must be powerful. Or valuable. Or both.” Something hungry played in his tone.

You nudged him gently. Come back. “No wonder he wants me back. What have I run off with?”

He spoke more to himself than you. You left his side briefly to rummage through his things not a few feet away from you. You tossed one of his own shirts at him, knocking him out of his thoughts.

“We’ll figure it out,” you walked back to his side. “I promise.”

“Will we?” He searched your eyes. “How… sweet.”

You half smiled, then your eyes trailed down to your lute still in his hand. “Can I have that back now?”

“Not a chance, darling.”

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atwas-gaming · 2 days ago

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I've had a scenario in mind for a while now about what it would take for Sonic to finally own up to his feelings about Amy. And I think what it would take is...

Shadow.

Well, just plain jealousy and a fear of losing Amy before he even has her. But Shadow would be the best one to instigate it.

First, some headcanons about how they behave romantically:

Amy's maturing and spreading her wings. She's not moving on from Sonic, not really, but it's possible that she's starting to notice other guys. There's some hints in the Twitter takeovers that she may be developing some small interest in Shadow.

Sonic is clearly interested in Amy, and if you pay attention, he has been for a long time. What he's not interested in is marriage- at least, not yet. And Amy is clearly wifey material- she cooks, she takes care of people, she has a caring nature, she's protective, and she's extremely loyal. She's not someone you can use for a one-night stand, you take all of her or you risk shattering her into pieces. She's Sonic's friend, no matter what else he may feel about her, so he avoids any romantic interaction because he doesn't want to hurt his friend.

Meanwhile, Shadow is... not aro-ace, per se, I don't know what you'd call him. He can see that Amy is attractive, but so is Rouge, and Shadow has no interest in Rouge. He just isn't interested in the physical side of romance.

What I think it would take to get Shadow's attention is something deeper, an emotional or spiritual connection.

So here's the Sonamy/Shadamy love triangle scenario that I came up with:

As Amy ages, she feels her desire for male companionship growing stronger. Sonic takes little notice of it, but it doesn't escape Shadow's attention.

Somehow or other, Shadow and Amy end up alone together, probably on a mission or something. I haven't figured out the exact circumstances, but they're together for quite a while. Amy loves to talk to people and get to know them, and Shadow has a soft spot for her, so she's able to get him to talk to her about things that he's probably never told anyone before. And he knows she won't tell anyone about them, either, so he feels safe telling her.

At some point, Shadow realizes, she's done it. She's broken through his barriers, and at the same time, she's calmed the storm of emotions that he's had swirling inside him for 50-odd years. He hasn't felt such peace since... no, not even then. This is something else. He's never felt this way before, and he doesn't have the words to describe it, but he's fallen head over heels for her.

This is why he never lets his guard down, even around the people he trusts most. Because if he lets them in, even a little bit, he might let them in too far. ("Can you see all of me, walk into my mystery, step inside and hold on for dear life.")

He loses control of himself and kisses Amy.

And when he lets go, he instantly hates himself, he starts throwing his barriers back up, because... she's crying. She's crying because she liked it, and she wants more of it, but she's still so desperately in love with Sonic, and she's starting to think she'll never get it from him, so she'll accept affection from just about any man, and it's not like Shadow's unattractive, and, and, and...

So Shadow's raw and open and hurting, he knew before he said or did anything that he was going down a dangerous path, but talking to Amy felt so good he didn't want to stop. And he wants to erase what just happened like it never did. But now he has to be the one to comfort Amy, because this was his fault, Amy was just being the kind and compassionate person she always was and Shadow was an idiot for letting it get to him and making more of it than what it was and losing control. So he has to keep his barriers down for just a moment longer, just long enough to hold Amy and tell her it's not her fault, until her tears finally stop.

It leaves Shadow burning with rage, and as soon as he can, he forcefully confronts Sonic (I imagine Shadow slamming Sonic against a wall or a tree and shouting in his face 😝) and basically tells him, "Amy needs attention from a man, she wants that man to be you, but if you can't grow up and do what it takes, then I'll be more than glad to take your place."

Which scares Sonic good and proper. It's bad enough to think that he could lose Amy, anyway, but to lose her to that faker??? And it finally makes him go to Amy and (very, very awkwardly) ask her to be his girlfriend. And... I'll let y'all imagine the rest.

As for Shadow... he, quite understandably, becomes somewhat aloof towards both Sonic and Amy for a long time after that.

But Shadow's immortal, right? And there's other Amy's in the world. He doesn't have to be alone forever.

Oh, and as for why Shadow would confront Sonic instead of just taking Amy for himself: because he respects both Amy and, especially, himself far too much to do that. He knows good and well she will never be able to fully commit to anyone else as long as Sonic is still an option. If Shadow was to start dating her, she'd go along with it, but it would become a power play between him and Sonic to try to "win" Amy's affections. Shadow has no issues with fighting Sonic over just about anything, but when it comes to his own feelings, he won't stoop that low, and he's not about to hurt himself by playing such a game. I also don't think he would view Amy as "a prize to be won."

#my headcanon #romantic headcanons #sonamy #shadamy #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #bittersweet #unhappy ending #sorry if y'all hate me for doing this to shadow #but it felt true to his character #people will probably disagree with just about everything and idc #if he ever fell in love it would be on a deep emotional level #and i think he would have difficulty controlling himself #sonic's completely out of touch with his feelings but shadow is not #shadow just can't pin down his emotions because so many of them are terrible and painful #at least this is what i think anyway #and to clarify: neither sonic nor amy would do this to shadow on purpose #it just kinda happened #in truth i don't think shadow ever would allow himself to open up like that in the first place #but i don't think he'll be alone forever #he just has to find the right person #someone who is selflessly caring and compassionate... but also unattached to anyone else #i may have projected some of my own personal fantasies into this as well XP #i never liked the idea of men fighting over me like a trophy #but the idea of someone respecting me enough to be willing to let go of me for my sake...#now THAT is a turn-on #and hopefully if i ever found someone like that...#i would be smart enough to hold onto him instead of running away

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azrielsdove · 1 day ago

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Destined: Lucien x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Very Light Smut, 18+

***

You stormed out into the dark gardens, hot tears running down your face. You kicked a wad of dirt and let out a scream, fists clenched at your sides. How could he? You wanted to sink into the ground and cry at the injustice of it all.

“You shouldn’t have found out like this.” You whipped around to the red-haired male standing behind you.

“How long did you know?” You demanded, eyes narrowing. His gaze cast downward, guilt exuding from him.

“Not too much longer than you,” he said carefully, focusing on the grass beneath his shoes.

“Why did you not tell me the second you found out? Are we not friends, Lucien? Do you not care for my well being? You allowed me to be played a fool in front of the entire Court!” You couldn’t help the rise in volume in your voice, anger and pain waging war inside of you.

He finally looked back up at you. “I assumed he was going to tell you gently, in full privacy. I did not expect him to act in such a way during dinner.”

The anger rushed out of you just as fast as it had come, your knees hitting the ground as the pain of what had happened set in. Tears slid down your face, falling on to the dirt below. “How could he do that to me?” You said quietly, as Lucien knelt down in front of you.

“I do not know,” he spoke, in a voice so soft you almost couldn’t hear him, his hands slowly reaching out to pull you close. You allowed him to do so, letting your tears fall on his shoulder.

Tamlin had been the love of your life. The two of you had been inseparable since you were babes, growing up alongside each other. When he became High Lord you stayed by his side, comforting him through the great losses he had suffered and encouraging him to live up to the new title he held. You had always assumed you would one day be his wife, forever there to wipe away the stresses of a long day. To birth his children, filling the Spring Court with little blonde heads. The next generation of perfect little princes and princesses. It was written in the stars of your skies, the undeniable truth of your future.

Until tonight.

When he stood before the entire Court with a fae you’d never seen wrapped around his arm. He introduced her as his bride. All the while you stood dutifully on his other side, just like you always had. Every eye was on you, confusion palpable in the air. Tamlin acted like you were never even there, glancing right past you as he looked around the room with a grin. He spoke about how he met her on one of his excursions to the local towns, how she was tending the most beautiful garden he had ever seen.

How it was love at first sight.

A wave of nausea had rolled over you, causing you to bolt from the manor. Which lead you to now, crying your heart out to Lucien. “Have I been a fool, Lu? All these years, were they nothing?” He held you tightly, one hand stroking your hair gently.

“He never spoke of it. I assumed as you did, that the two of you were made to be High Lord and wife. We all did.” You cried harder, holding onto his jacket like it was your lifeline.

“Who is she?” You asked, not sure you wanted to really know the answer.

Lucien sighed, pressing a kiss to your hair. “I do not know her. He says he met her on one of his travels. He never spoke of any such thing until one week ago, when he told me he had found his wife-to-be. I asked him if he was going to finally propose to you,” he paused, as if fighting to continue. You pulled your head up to look at him, eyes shining in the moonlight.

“And what did he say, Lucien.” You already knew, in your heart, but you needed to hear it out loud. He shook his head, looking up to the night sky as he spoke.

“He laughed. And he said ‘Why would I marry my whore? She was always meant to be my mistress, was she not?’” He looked back down at you, meeting the pain in your eyes with his own. “I did not know how to respond. I asked if he was going to tell you about her, and he said he was going to soon. I wanted to run and tell you right then, but…” He sighed once more. “How was I to ruin your life like that?”

You stayed silent for a long time. Pain, anger, and betrayal rushed through your blood, stabbing you as much as they could. You were torn, angry at Lucien for not telling you the second he found out, and angry at the trust the both of you had in Tamlin. He watched you carefully, waiting to speak until you did.

“Where do I go from here?” You whispered, heart broken. You could not return back to the rooms you shared with Tamlin, you weren’t even sure you could stomach going back into the manor. Into the home you were raised in. Lucien stood and gently helped you to your feet, keeping one arm wrapped securely around your waist.

“Come with me. I’ll set you up in my rooms tonight, and in the morning light we will figure out what to do. Is that alright?” You nodded in agreement, allowing him to lead you inside. He took you in through the workers entrance, avoiding the dinner party that was still loudly going on. You made it to his rooms without interruption, relieved when the doors were firmly locked behind you. Lucien sat you on the edge of the bed before busying himself around the rooms. You stared into nothingness until he came to kneel in front of you, a warm wash rag in one hand and a nightshirt in the other. "Let’s clean the night off,” he soothed, beginning to wipe your makeup away.

You studied him as he did so, the slight furrow in his brow signaling his focus. The flecks of gold in his green eye, the intentional whirring of the mechanical one. A strand of auburn hair fell into his face and you had to restrain the urge to swipe it away, to let your fingers drag softly against his freckled skin.

He was beautiful.

He was your friend.

You had just been betrayed by the king of your heart mere hours ago.

It was wrong to feel this way.

Though nothing else felt right.

Lucien finished cleaning your face off, interrupting the mental battle you were in. He paused when his eyes met yours, looking at you curiously. “Anyways,” he said, clearing his throat, “I thought this would be more comfortable to sleep in than that dress.” He handed you the nightshirt, gesturing to the elegant gown you were in.

The one you had chosen with Tamlin in mind. Long flowing skirts, subtle greens, and a corseted back-

A Corseted Back.

“Oh, no, I can wear this. It’s fine.” You tried to brush it off, setting Lucien’s shirt to the side.

He stared at you. “Surely you can’t be serious. That looks awfully uncomfortable to sleep in.” He was right.

But you would need his help to undo the back, and the thought of his fingers touching your bare skin was…overwhelming.

Why were you feeling like this? Your heart was broken so you had to latch on to the next best thing? No, you wouldn’t act this way. Not to Lucien. You could go to town tomorrow and find a rebound if you wished.

“No, it’s uh, rather comfortable actually. Very…soft. So, that’ll be all then.” Neither of you moved. He cocked his head slightly to the side, puzzled with you.

“Do you need help taking it off?”

Your jaw dropped. “I-Excuse me?”

A slight blush appeared over his cheeks, accompanied by an awkward laugh. “No, no, I just meant the lacing seems extensive on the back. I can help you undo it if you need.” He picked up on your apprehension quickly, raising his hands in surrender. “I’ll be a complete gentleman about it, I promise.”

You gave in, a small smile making its way onto your face. Lucien always knew how to handle a situation. He helped you stand, turning tog to face away from him so he could inspect the long ribbons weaved together.

He slowly started undoing the ties, treating them like they were delicate petals and would tear if he pulled too hard. You turned your head to tell him he needn’t be so careful, at the same time he leaned forward to ask you a question. The two of you paused, noses nearly touching. The world stopped spinning as you stood there, a breath away from each other. His fingers resting lightly on the exposed skin of your back, fires scorching across your body. All the pain from Tamlin was a faraway thought, a trivial moment in the past. Lucien was all that mattered.

Until he cleared his throat, taking a small step back. You shook your head slightly, clearing your mind of what just happened. The both of you spoke at the same time.

“Sorry, I-“

“Lucien-“

You paused, nodding so he could go.

“I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t tugging too hard or anything,” he said, continuing to undo the ribbons. You smiled softly, turning your head back forward.

“I was only going to tell you that you don’t have to be so cautious,” you called over your shoulder, noting the way his hands stilled for a moment at your words.

“Ah,” he responded, finishing the rest in silence.

Once the back was unlaced you took his nightshirt and slipped into the bathroom to change, your dress falling into a heap on the floor. You looked at with a frown, the fabric stunning even like this. You had just known Tamlin would love it when you presented the idea to the seamstresses, so excited to debut it tonight.

Guess you weren’t the only one with something new to show off.

You kicked the dress away and turned your back on it, heading back to the bedroom. Exhaustion finally rolled over you and you were ready to fall into bed.

Luciens bed.

With, it appears, Lucien. Who was already tucked under the covers, reading a book. He peered over the top of it at you.

“Oh, sorry, is this okay? I can find somewhere else, probably, if you want,” he began, already pulling the covers away. You waved your hands for him to stop, crawling into the bed next to him.

“No, Lu, it’s your bed. I appreciate everything you have done already.” Your head rested on the pillow, eyes already closing. “And i’m so tired I wouldn’t care who was lying opposite of me.”

***

You woke to warm sunlight brushing over your face, tucked safely in someone’s arms. You hummed happily as you nosed their bare chest, inhaling the scent of woodsy smoke and cinnamon.

A loud crash ripped you out of your peaceful bubble, accompanied by Tamlins shouting.

Wait.

Tamlin?

Who was next to you then-

Lucien.

You shot upright in a panic, eyes wide as Tamlin continued his yelling. Seemingly at the male in bed with you.

“I GIVE YOU MY TRUST, AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME? BRINGING MY MISTRESS INTO YOUR BED? THAT IS AN INSULT TO THE HIGHEST DEGREE, LUCIEN!”

His mistress?

You frowned at the term, sliding out of the bed and crossing your arms in front of you.

“I am no such thing, Tamlin. And back off of him. He was only being kind after you acted like a right bastard last night.” The High Lord spun slowly to look at you, having the audacity to look confused.

“Well, what else would I call you then?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “24 hours ago I would have said your future wife, but apparently those plans were made without me.” He stared blankly at you, as if he had never even thought of you in such a way.

“I thought what we had was…casual. Fun. I never saw you as, well, the wife of a High Lord.” He spoke so bluntly, as if it was obvious to all.

“Really, Tamlin? I, who was raised in this Court right alongside you, could never have handled being your wife? What is it you think I do, then?” Your blood was simmering, anger threatening to explode at any second.

“Oh, I don’t know, to warm my bed when my wife didn’t wish to? To care for me in ways she wouldn’t wish to?”

You were disgusted. “Is that all you think of me? We were friends, Tamlin, or so I thought. I gave you my heart and you ripped it out and stomped on it in front of everyone who’s ever known us. Did you notice how your Court didn’t jump with excitement at your announcement? Or is your skull too thick to see what’s right in front of you?” You were yelling at him now, but it was too late to stop. Lucien had come to stand behind you, one hand resting on your upper arm, grounding you. Tamlin took note of his touch, eyes flickering between his hand and your face.

“Can’t have bothered you that much if you’ve already moved on to fucking my emissary.”

You lunged forward with a feral scream, Lucien quickly wrapping his other arm around your waist to hold you back.

“You do not wish to attack him right now,” he murmured in your ear, “he is still the High Lord. You must keep composure.” You knew he was right, forcing yourself to calm down enough to kick Tamlin out of the room.

“Go,” you commanded, pointing to the door. “Just go.” You were embarrassed by the way your voice cracked on the second ‘go’, tears once again threatening to fall. Lucien pulled you back into his chest, hiding your face away from Tamlin.

You knew he had left when Lucien lead you back to the bed, setting you down on the edge and pulling away just enough to look down at you. His fingers brushed the tears off your cheeks as he cupped your face, forcing you to lock eyes with him.

“We can go, you know. I may not be well loved in the Autumn Court, but we could go there. I have a home on the border, close to Spring. One that no one bothers.”

You leaned into his touch, only half listening to his words. Lucien had always been able to calm you down, to soothe you even in the darkest moments.

“I can send a letter to my mother at once, to prepare it for us. We can live there for as long as you wish, if that will please you.” It was then that you locked in to what he was saying, to what he was offering. You pulled out of his touch, standing from the bed.

“You would do that for me?” You asked, disbelief written on your face.

Lucien gave you a sad smile. “Haven’t you figured it out? I would do anything for you.”

You knew it was true.

You had always known it was true.

He had been by your side as much as you had been by Tamlins. Your friendship played before your eyes, all the years the two of you had spent laughing and crying together. The way he comforted you when you were worried about Tamlin being away, how he would sleep on the cold floor of your room just so you weren’t alone. How he lit a fire amongst his fingertips when the dark made you uneasy, allowing you to watch the flickering flames until sleep took you.

Lucien had always cared.

Your body moved of its own accord, rushing over to him and tossing your arms around his neck. You hugged him tightly, overcome with emotion. He held you just as close, an unspoken confession flowing between your hearts.

It had never been Tamlin, you could see that now. He was simply the one you believed you were supposed to be with. Duty calls and all that. For years you had felt the tug in your heart, but you had been reading it wrong. You followed it to the wrong male.

You pulled back just enough to see Lucien, bringing one hand up to cup his face.

“How did I miss it, all these years?” You whispered sadly, thumb gliding over his cheek. “You were right in front of me. I feel like a fool.”

Lucien smiled, leaning his forehead down to rest upon yours. “You are no fool. You were only living the life that was paved for you. Why would you have looked elsewhere?”

You hummed in response, becoming lost in the closeness of him. In the weight of his hands on your waist, the stubble you could feel under your fingers. His breath that ghosted over your lips with every word, a silent whisper that drew you ever closer. You tilted your head up just enough that with your next word, your lips would brush his.

“Will you kiss me, Lucien?”

He was on you before you’d even finished the question. His kiss sent a flame through your body, an intense desire unlike any you had felt before. This ran straight to your soul, igniting every inch of you.

His arm came to circle fully around you as the other crept to the hem of the nightshirt you still wore, sliding under it just enough to rest upon your thigh. You felt alive, like you had been sleeping for a hundred years and the stars themselves had come to wake you. You sighed into his mouth as he kissed you, feeling like everything was as it should be.

You whined as his lips left yours, until they continued their transgressions down the side of your neck. You moaned his name as he bit down on your pressure points, light teeth marks left in his wake. You needed him, desperately.

The hand on your thigh slid slowly up, tracing the soft planes of your stomach. His fingers ran under the band of the silk underwear you wore, teasing you. You arched against him, silently begging for him to touch you. You could feel his smile against your skin before he brought his face back up to yours, joining your lips again. His fingers slid under the fabric that was covering you, gently gliding over to where you craved him. He circled your clit with all the elegance of a dance, treating you like priceless artwork. You cried out when one finger entered you excruciatingly slowly, begging for more, more, more.

The door swung open.

Lucien stilled, turning his head slowly to see who was standing there. Your panting breaths were the only sounds in the room as the kitchen maid held your tray of breakfast in shock.

“You can set it there, thank you,” Lucien said, nodding to the small table against the wall. She gladly set it down and quickly turned to leave as he called, “And please lock that damned door behind you!”

***

The Following Autumn

You sighed happily as you looked around your home, pleased with the decor you had found in the local village. A soft blanket with gentle orange and reds scattered throughout it laid upon the sofa, calling you to curl up under it. A fire roared in the grate, warming the house.

You moved to the kitchen to start dinner, waiting patiently for Lucien to return from his hunt. Coming back to the Autumn Court was not an easy transition for him, yet it had gone surprisingly smooth. His father may not have happily welcomed him home, but his mother surely did. Even a few of his brothers seemed pleased to have him back. He kept his emissary role here, continuing the endless meditation between this Court and Spring.

Tamlin had wed his bride days after the two of you had fled the Court, amongst clear disdain from the fae there. They wanted you, and did not take to the one in your place.

However, last you heard, she was holding up quite well. You wished no ill will towards her, not now. It was not her fault that her now-husband was a spineless sack of shit.

The door opened and you turned to see Lucien, a smile decorating your face. He took off his shoes and set down his bag before rushing over to you and sweeping you up into his arms. You kissed him with all the love in the world, at peace when he was home. “How is my lovely wife today?” He asked, setting you back down. You looked at the sparkling ruby set in bronze on your finger, still in awe of its beauty.

“As happy as ever, aren’t I? With a husband like you, how could I not be,” you teased, pressing a swift kiss to his lips again.

Yes, this was exactly where you were destined to be.

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i loved writing this so i hope you all enjoy reading it just as much ❤️

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