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— DECEPTION (VI)

DECEPTION MASTERLIST

PAIRING — Sauron x fem!Elf!Reader // Adar x fem!Elf!Reader

SUMMARY — Your marriage is slowly getting better and more intimate as you become the Dark Lady of Mordor and you have the Orcs' respect. While dealing with the aftermath of your conquest alongside your husband, you meet a very special prisoner – your lover who has finally returned.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — The longest chapter so far but I didn't want to divide it in two separate ones because this fic is already getting longer than I wanted it to be (I suspected this moment of the show would happen in like chapter 3 lmao 🤡). As I have promised, there is finally a reunion between Sauron and the Reader. 💕

WARNINGS — forced/arranged marriage, Reader is NOT a good person – she is proud, greedy, fake and corrupted by Sauron, "love" triangle situationship, every trigger from S02E01 (death of the people imprisoned by the Orcs etc.), it is mentioned that the Reader is lowkey scared (?) of Sauron's anger sometimes, which might imply some sort of domestic violence in their past + mentions of sexual activities (no actual smut)

WORD COUNT — 8,260

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

DECEPTION (VI)

You were sitting by the long table full of wine and food that had been found in the cellars of the human villages nearby as the Orcs and the men who had chosen to follow you were partying and celebrating their new home. At least the Orcs looked truly excited about it because the humans were smiling much less and you just knew that most of them were only there to save their own lives. But that was not something you wanted to worry about now. You earned your rest, so you were just sitting next to your husband and picking on the grapes on the plate in front of you with your new sword resting on the chair. You kept glancing at it, proudly.

You focused on the song in Black Speech that the Orcs were singing and you furrowed your brows, understanding only a few words. The speech was not difficult to learn so you already could recognise a few phrases but still, it felt not enough.

“Will you teach me the Black Speech, too?” You asked your husband and Adar didn’t react at first but then he turned his head around to meet your gaze as if he was surprised to hear your question.

You cracked a smile at him. It was not only him who was perceiving you differently now but you were seeing him in a new light as well. He was making you feel powerful and in charge but his very presence was also ensuring your safety and taking some responsibility off of your shoulders. And the more he could teach you, the more useful you would be to Sauron later.

“If that is your wish, my Lady,” Adar nodded at you and reached his hand out for one of the grapes as well but you grasped it delicately, making him look surprised again.

“I have something for you,” you batted your eyelashes at him and smiled shyly as he furrowed his brows. You moved one of your hands lower and showed him the leaves from the holy trees that you had been hiding inside your sleeve. “I picked them earlier today in Ostirith,” you explained.

“What for?” Adar asked and perhaps his question was a little hurtful but the voice remained soft.

“We were wed under these trees. I thought it would mean something to you. Forgive me, my Lord…” You took your hands away and hid them underneath the table, squeezing the leaves and looking down.

Adar lifted your chin up with his thumb and made you look into his eyes. They were filled with adoration once again just like earlier on that day after realising you had truly finished his task and brought doom to your homeland.

“It does. I had no idea it meant anything to you,” he confessed and let go of your chin to open the palm of his hand in front of you. With a smile, you placed some of the leaves there and he clenched his fist to take them. “Thank you,” he whispered in Quenya. 

You nodded at him and dared to reach your free hand out to caress his cheek gently, brushing a strand of his black hair behind his ear. He was pretty startled but did not flinch.

“How long have you endured without anyone’s kind and gentle touch before me?” You asked, wondering out loud.

“A touch like this comes from a blurry memory of a long time ago, in a different life,” Adar whispered. “I had a different name then, too.”

“What was it?” You asked, curiously.

“It does not matter. Adar is my name and your husband. That man I once was is a stranger to you, my Lady. He should not concern you,” he explained and you smiled sadly.

“He had to be quite special to be chosen by Morgoth,” you whispered but Adar chuckled as he shook his head. “No?”

“No,” he answered. “Not special. Just a fool.”

You removed your hand from his cheek slowly and gave him a sympathetic smile.

“I am exhausted,” you announced. The nap you had in the forest had not been enough after such a long and eventful day. “I shall retire now, my Lord,” you stood up and Adar nodded at you. “Can you tell me what happened to my dear friend Arondir? I forgot to ask you before.”

“I do not know but I do believe he is still alive,” Adar explained and you sighed with relief. Even though Arondir had angered you, now when you were calmer and back to your senses, you worried a little again.

“I hope he is away from here and builds a new life for himself,” you said out loud, squeezing Adar’s arm before taking your sword and walking out towards the village that you had overtaken earlier.

Adar’s house was the biggest one – right in the centre, near the market square. You had been offered your own next to his but you wanted to share a place with him. There was no need to get a separate house and you had to work on earning more and more of his trust. Especially now it seemed it would become an easier task.

But when you sat on the edge of the bed and began undressing yourself slowly, you sighed after realising that the more you were trying to make him like you, the more you were beginning to like him, too. And it could possibly lead to you feeling guilty later.

In nothing but your underdress, you felt extremely sleepy. You did not even consider waiting for your husband or trying to seduce him. Not on that night, surely.

So, you just laid down under the covers and despite the sounds of the party from afar, you fell asleep as soon as your head touched the pillow.

You woke up and turned around, surprised to see Adar still in the bed with you. He was laying on his back and asleep. You watched his chest rising up and down for a quiet moment before leaning in to touch him gently. In moments like these, he was the most vulnerable.

But so were you.

Oh, how you missed Sauron. You loved the mornings in his arms; all the sweet kisses and murmured promises, compliments and sweet nothings – all of that while tangling your bodies together to finish whatever had been started on the night before. How you longed to wake up next to him again and brush his hair gently, imagining a crown upon his head.

But on that unusually quiet morning you did not mind being in Adar’s bed either. You woke him up very softly with your touch and he cracked a smile at you when he realised it was his wife bringing him back to reality.

“Forgive me,” you whispered softly. “I am just so surprised to see you in my bed in the morning. Usually, you are always gone before I wake up.”

“Usually,” Adar nodded and cleared his throat. He hesitated before putting his arm around you but you allowed him to do so and you moved closer to him, resting your head on his chest. “It is still very early in the morning and my children were celebrating for a long time last night. The whole village is asleep and we have no more battles to fight for now,” he explained.

“And I like that very much,” you mumbled and laughed softly.

You felt Adar’s fingers caressing your back and you looked up to meet the gaze of his cold eyes. At that moment, they felt nearly kind.

Kind in a very genuine way. Something you had never felt around Sauron when his face had been trying to look kind. Sauron’s rage and hatred had been genuine. His devotion, his love – yes. But never his kindness.

“I saw you with those villagers. You were so cruel,” you breathed out. “And yet, with me, you are so soft. I am far less innocent than any of them.”

“You are my wife,” Adar explained. “My lady,” he added. “Why would I treat you like an enemy?”

If he only knew…

“I want you,” you confessed in the Quenya language and you truly did – you wanted him. It had been centuries since you were so close with a man, yet alone a man in power who treated you so special.

“I can feel it,” he whispered with a nod.

“What have you been waiting for then?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“For you to say it,” he smirked and rolled you over onto your back in one swift movement that made you yelp and chuckle right after.

What a different lover he was from Sauron, too. How surprisingly soft, slow and gentle. Taking his time, observing your reactions to make sure you were feeling alright. In fact, he was focusing more on you than on himself.

Sauron’s worship had been greedy and hungry to the point of pain very often. Not that you had ever minded that pain but you had absolutely no idea that you could be worshipped in a different way as well – attentive and delicate as if you were made of the most precious Elven glass.

In Adar’s eyes you had to be. Despite the seed of evil he could feel in you, he had to see you as something pure and innocent compared to his corrupted and rotten self. You could feel that when he was making love to you like he was trying not to hurt you too much or show you too much of his darkness.

Laying on his chest and catching your breath as his hand caressed the strands of your hair, you were listening to his heartbeat and slowly drifting off back to sleep. The hour was still early and there were no sounds coming from the village.

“Can I ask you something?” He started and you froze for a brief moment, already suspecting the question. He had every right to want to know the truth.

“I know what you are about to ask,” you sighed, looking up at him. 

“I am not angry,” he assured you. “You were forced to marry me, I could not have any expectations. And I am not exactly an image of perfection myself but–”

“There was only one before you,” you interrupted him and he closed his mouth, staring down at your face. “One too many for an unwed Elf everyone thought of as smart and innocent.”

“You do not have to tell me,” Adar only whispered.

“It is quite alright,” you shrugged your arms. “I was a very young Elven maiden sent by my parents to study in Mithlond. He was a young Elven boy and we fell in love. At least I thought we had…” You faked a sad smile and looked away with melancholy. “We spent many nights together and I know we should not have done that before the wedding but I was so sure that he would be the one I would be wed to… And, one day, after my classes, I ran into the courtyard where he was standing amongst his friends. And I overheard his announcement of being betrothed to another. I learnt my lesson then,” you shook your head and met your husband’s gaze again. He seemed to be sad for you.

“In the eyes of the Valars, you are wed to him,” he pointed out with a smirk and you knew he was teasing because you had wanted to solidify your union for so long before, meanwhile you had already belonged to another in a way.

“I have never worn his ring or sworn any oath,” you explained. “Like I have for you, my Lord.”

Adar nodded and caressed your cheeks gently before cupping them and leaning down to peck your lips.

“We shall drop the formalities when we are alone,” he suggested.

“I agree,” you nodded and smiled softly.

“Good,” he laid your head down onto his chest again and wrapped his arms around you. You hugged him back and took a deep breath in.

“Let us go back to sleep for a short while. We still have time,” you yawned a little and he did not protest as both of you closed your eyes and drifted off once more.

Weeks passed and even though Mordor was your land now, there were many things to do. The land was nothing without its citizens and your realm needed a brand new structure. At first, the Orcs were searching through the forests and villages while looking for the humans who were still wandering around. Some of them would choose to serve Adar and you out of fear.

Your relationship with your husband was developing just like Mordor under your rule. You had some misunderstandings and you still were a bit distant because you had not known each other for very long but you also did not mind to spend time in the company of one another. And you certainly did not mind sharing the same bed although sometimes you simply had no time to get intimate.

Sometimes you had some free time, though. Like right now, your husband was teaching you how to wield your new sword and you groaned while trying to lift it up one more time.

“It is much heavier than any blade I have ever been taught to fight with,” you confessed and Adar chuckled.

“It was crafted by Morgoth,” he reminded you. “It is no ordinary blade,” he moved his own sword close to you but he did that very slowly, so you could defend yourself.

And so you did lock your blade with his but your sword was too heavy to keep it still without your hands slightly trembling.

“It is not only its weight you are carrying but also its history,” Adar pushed his sword further and made you take a step back. “Its darkness.”

“I am aware,” you drawled out through gritted teeth. You wanted to prove to him and yourself that you were worthy of carrying it. Therefore, you refused to give up.

“Let me,” Adar retreated all of a sudden and put his sword aside only to approach you and stand behind you as he tried to show you the right position. “While carrying a sword of this sort, you must change your approach a little. It is heavier and it was not crafted with a woman in mind,” he reminded you.

“Oh, so you think I cannot handle it for I am a delicate maiden?” You teased and Adar rolled his eyes slightly.

“I can see that you barely do,” he remarked.

“Lord Father!” One of the Orcs ran up to you and interrupted your little sparring session. “The new prisoners have arrived! Glûg says he has captured someone special!” The Orc added, excitedly. 

Adar nodded at him and squeezed your arms before walking away to gather his sword. You waited for him and you both walked to the centre of the village where the prisoners were usually being brought. Adar had some sort of a throne there, made of iron and burnt branches of the trees. It was big enough for you both to sit on it but you preferred to stand by his side either way – that was how your mother had taught you since she had always been standing behind your father.

Adar’s throne was too large for you to simply stand behind him but you just remained by his side with your back straightened and the most serious expression upon your face as that filthy human Waldreg was standing on your left and addressing the prisoners while trying to impress your husband and you with his loyalty.

“Welcome to Mordor,” he announced now and you gave Adar a meaningful look, cracking a smile. He smiled back at you before you two went back to your usual, serious expressions. “Work its land well and you’ll be fed well,” Waldreg continued. “Work it badly and you’ll feed the soil,” he finished his little introduction as he addressed one of the new prisoners – a poor looking villager. “You, lad, do you swear allegiance to Adar, Lord Father of the Uruks and Dark Lady of Mordor?” He asked.

Dark Lady of Mordor – that was how they were calling you now. It was not a name you had given yourself or chosen but it was the name you had earned by being the one who had opened the dam. You had been the one to create Mordor and as much as this title was making you feel proud and strong, you also wondered what Sauron’s reaction to it would be.

Would he accept the fact that you ruled over something yourself, too? Or would he be angry that you dared to?

The poor villager hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say. Therefore, you had to watch the Orcs attack and murder him by sticking the blade into his stomach as he groaned in pain.

At first, such images had been dreadful. But now you were growing used to it and it was a good thing – a good sign. By Sauron’s side you would have to endure much more.

“It is the Southlands no more! In Mordor, ya bow or ya bleed,” Waldreg reminded all the prisoners and then he looked at another one coming your way. “Right, you there. Do you swear allegiance to Adar and his lady?”

The man fell down to his knees and bowed his head. And when he did that, the Orcs took him by his elbows to mark him with a branding iron. An image nearly as dreadful as the other villager getting murdered but this one at least could live.

Although what a life it would be?

You did not care. You were standing on the other side – by Adar’s throne, wearing a blood red gown and a small headpiece made of iron that some of the Orcs had crafted for you from the swords they had found amongst the dead bodies. It had been their gift for giving them home.

You spotted Glûg leading another prisoner your way and this one had to be that special one that he had mentioned to his friends. He was also being kept still in chains and with an iron collar around his neck. Looking like an ordinary man – but quite handsome, you had to admit – yet, he seemed to keep his dignity amongst all this chaos.

You felt it. The twist in your gut, the change of the air around you. The disturbance of energy, the same pulling force that you had felt before while hiding inside a hut in the forest. Sauron was back. 

Sauron was here.

Trying to keep yourself composed, you looked up with your jaw clenched and back straightened and then your eyes locked with the man’s blue ones. And the gasp you tried to stop from escaping your lips had nearly made your rib cage explode.

It nearly felt wrong and surely it did feel surreal to meet with your lover again. To be in his presence and be looked at through his eyes. All those centuries of yearning and missing him, you had always imagined your next meeting differently.

First of all, you had never imagined him in a different form but the man in front of you was not the Sauron you had remembered. His hair was no longer ginger but it was brown now and he looked like a human. His face belonged to a different person but that did not change anything for it had never been his body or his flesh that you loved the most. It had been his mind and his power.

Second of all, you had always imagined him coming to you in all his glory, taking you away and sweeping you off of your feet. You had never suspected he would come to you in chains, dirty from the mud, looking like a beaten dog. And yet, here he stood.

And you had to fight every fibre of your being from running up to him. From releasing him and kissing every inch of his body, from devouring him and praising him, holding him as close as you could…

You adjusted yourself slightly and spotted that his eyes squinted. He was observing you and he looked quite intrigued with your new position.

“The King of the Southlands turned himself in, Lord Father,” Glûg announced and led Sauron by the chain attached to the collar around his neck to make him stand in front of you and your husband.

The King of the Southlands… You pursed your lips. Your husband had mentioned him to you before when he had been describing to you what happened during the attack of the Númenóreans. He had mentioned a human named Halbrand who had arrived from Númenor alongside Lady Galadriel and the cavalry. That he had claimed to be from the forgotten bloodlines of the kings.

You had been intrigued by that man from your husband’s stories already but now there was no mystery around it anymore. It was obvious to you that this persona was nothing but your lover’s scheme.

And that when you had felt his presence back then, inside the hut, he truly had been around. But you had been reaching out to him, you had been trying your best to contact him and yet… There had been no answer.

Or maybe there was. Perhaps Sauron coming back here as Halbrand was the answer to your calling.

“Says he wants to negotiate,” Glûg added and you did your best to appear as contemptuous and angry as you snorted at that.

“Human king,” you mocked his title, trying to avoid his eyes at first because even though you were putting on an act, you were still scared of your lover’s rage. “There is no such a thing,” you finally met his intense gaze and at first it startled you but you continued your little show. “The reign of a human king is always short and weak for his body rots quickly and his mind gets corrupted fast,” you explained with contempt.

Halbrand did not say anything to that. He kept staring intensely at you and Adar. In fact, he gave you a hateful stare that caused a shiver down your spine. You hoped it was nothing but a play-pretend.

“Let my people go,” he finally said in a very determined tone.

But those were not his people because he was no king. However, you had to pretend that you believed him. Waldreg and Glûg laughed at his words and you looked up at Adar.

Your heart skipped a beat when you realised that your husband was very suspicious. The way he was staring at Halbrand was making it clear that he simply knew that this man was more than he was claiming to be. And now you knew that no slip-ups from you were allowed in your little game.

“Or yours will die,” Halbrand added calmly and perhaps his threat meant nothing to the Orcs surrounded there but you knew that he was capable of hurting everyone here without using much, therefore you did not laugh.

Adar finally reacted, however, as he looked away with a slight eye-roll.

“My people defeated the men of these lands,” he reminded Halbrand. “We defeated the Elves who came to their aid,” he stood up from his throne. “We even defeated their allies, the men from beyond the sea,” he walked down and approached Halbrand as you held your breath as seeing your husband and your lover so close and face-to-face was making you feel physically sick. “There is no one left for us to fear,” Adar added.

“There is one,” Halbrand teased and you tilted your head, wondering what his game was. “Since Galadriel’s defeat, she sought out a new ally. An ancient sorcerer, to instruct the Elves in forging a new weapon,” he started and you grew more and more curious of his scheme, so you approached your husband.

You stood right behind him as you wrapped your hands around one of his arms like a dutiful and loyal wife that you were.

“One you first told her about. A power over flesh,” Halbrand continued and you just knew that all this talking so freely about… well, himself, just had to be a part of a scheme much greater and bigger than what you could have even imagined or suspected.

You felt Adar’s body tensing and you squeezed his arm tighter, trying to show him support and comfort.

“Do you remember those words?” Halbrand kept toying with him. “A power that will allow him to use your children as slaves in his army once more.”

“Ignore him,” you quickly spoke before Halbrand could continue. “He is playing with you, my Lord, can’t you see? He is using your fear against you but he is not worthy of our time. A human king?” You snorted. “Most likely a liar.”

“Set my people free and I will tell you where he can be found,” Halbrand cut you out immediately after, giving you no time to speak anymore. “So you can destroy him and rid us both of his evil,” his voice quivered, pretending to be scared.

“No, Your Majesty,” Adar shook his head after giving you a quick glance and moving away from you, forcing you to let go of his arm. He took a step further to be even closer to Halbrand but you made sure to overhear everything. “You will tell me everything you think you know of this sorcerer now… Or I will spill the words from your throat,” he threatened.

“If I die, all that I know dies with me,” Halbrand answered calmly. “You can’t kill me.”

“In time, you will beg me to,” Adar whispered to him and you reached out for his arm once more, sensing his nervousness.

You pulled him closer to you and that was when Waldreg punched Halbrand, which made you look away. Seeing your lover being treated this way was making you feel physical pain as well. You couldn’t bear to watch how that filthy human dared to treat him and how he dragged him away to one of the houses that would now serve as Halbrand’s prison.

“He has upset you,” you caressed Adar’s arm, trying to focus on him now.

“You know why,” your husband answered.

“What he said, Lord Father,” worried Glûg interrupted you two. “Sauron… could never return, could he?

“No. Sauron is dead,” Adar lied to him, shaking his head. “Your Lady was right. That man was trying to use our weakness against us,” he added and walked away but you furrowed your brows and followed him.

Grabbing Adar by his sleeve, you pulled him behind you and led him around the corner of the house nearby.

“You know it is not true,” you whispered into his face, your noses brushing each other as he kept staring at you with a puzzled expression. “When we were in Ostirith, you had received messages that were making you think Sauron was back. I thought those messages were from your children. What are you hiding from me?” You asked, perhaps a bit too aggressively.

“I hide nothing,” Adar answered, way softer than you. “The news my scouts had been sending to me… They had no idea about their meaning and I was not sharing my suspicions with anyone but you. I did not want to worry my children and I do not want to do that now either,” he explained. “That man, Halbrand… I have a feeling he might know something. If my suspicions are true and Sauron is back, I will have to tell the news to the Uruk. And we will have to march again for I shall not rest until he is defeated.”

You took a step back, giving him his personal space as you fixed your gown nonchalantly and cleared his throat.

“I am sorry. I do not like being kept in the darkness,” you tried to make up excuses for yourself. Of course your rapid reaction was the result of the fact that the matter was about your lover. But Adar could not know that.

“I am glad you asked me in private instead of calling me out in front of Glûg,” Adar nodded at you and held your wrists gently. “That was very thoughtful.”

You looked up, a little surprised. You had just accused and attacked him and he was thanking you?

“We are a husband and a wife. I might scold you or question you but this is our private matter for nobody else to see,” you cracked a nervous smile and he squeezed your fingers tighter.

“Let us go back, the rest of the prisoners are waiting.”

You nodded at him and took a deep breath in, trying to compose yourself. For some reason, out of the loud noise of all the people around, your ears picked only on the sounds leaving Halbrand’s throat as Waldreg was beating him up. And for the rest of the day you could not stand still, trying to fight the tears pricking your eyes.

Sauron’s pain was your pain.

It was the middle of the night as you gathered your skirts and walked through the mud to get to the house where Halbrand was kept in. Your heart was pounding in your chest as the Orcs guiding the door turned around to look at you.

“Leave us,” you ordered, a little harshly. They looked at each other but they would never dare to question you, so they just walked away.

And only when you could see them disappearing behind one of the buildings, knowing that you were completely alone with Halbrand, you took a deep breath in and pushed the door to walk inside.

You spotted him sitting on the ground, looking miserable and exhausted. For a short moment, you kept staring at each other in complete silence.

“My love…” You whispered in the Quenya language eventually as you dropped to your knees and crawled on the floor towards him. He kept looking at you without any expression on his face. “My love, you’re back… You’re back, I knew you would be… My love, my master, my Sauron,” you whispered the last word nearly inaudibly, cupping his cheeks with the most devoted and hurt expression since it was painful to see him humbled like this. 

“Shush, my gentle darling,” he finally spoke to you and you sobbed at his soft voice; filled with so much love and affection still. “You cannot let them hear you,” he added and you nodded, pressing your forehead to his as your tears washed some of the dirt off of his face.

“I have been waiting for you for the centuries. Yearning for you, craving you… With every inch of this body, this soul, this heart…” You were assuring him between deep gasps of air even though this very morning you had shared your body with your husband.

But it was all for the grand scheme of your lover. It did not matter, did it?

“I called for you… On that day when I made the mountain erupt. I called for you,” you moved away slightly to be able to look at his face better.

“I know,” Halbrand cracked a smile. “My love, you have to trust my plan. Although I can see you have taken the matters into your own hands.”

“I have been forced to but I saw an opportunity,” you nodded through the tears, brushing his hair with your fingertips. “An opportunity for you.”

“That is good. You are the most devoted and cunning lover just like I taught you,” he said.

“Tell me, my love, tell me what to do now. Give me orders and I shall follow them until we are united again as–” your voice quivered again as you hesitated.

Perhaps it was because of his current state, perhaps it was because of the centuries of separation and perhaps it was because he was in a new form that you had not grown used to yet but… He seemed to be more distant than you remembered. A bit colder despite his gentle words.

“Say it,” you pleaded. “Say it again and I shall do whatever you ask me of,” you promised.

Sauron looked you up and down and his lips curled up in a smile. He tried to reach out for you as if he had forgotten his hands were in shackles. You shushed him and caressed his wounded wrists wherever you could reach.

“I shall make you my Queen,” he whispered. “All Middle-earth will be brought to its knees to worship you by my side, my love,” he added and you sobbed some more. “The very thought of you has been the only thing that kept me alive for so many centuries. To know that I have to return to you gave me strength. I craved your touch for eternity but we shall wait a little longer to be together on our own terms,” he breathed out. “You have to make Adar believe that Sauron is in Eregion and lead his army to me there. I have my work to do in the meantime, but you will be on my mind constantly like you have been for the past few centuries,” he finished as you shut him up with a hungry and desperate kiss, tangling your hands messily into his hair while straddling his lap.

“I shall be your Queen,” you whimpered between the greedy kisses. Those, he seemed to give you back eagerly. “I shall reflect your greatness and your power, I shall bring you an army and whatever else you ask of me. I am yours, yours completely…”

Your dignity seemed to disappear whenever Sauron was near. You had nearly forgotten how overwhelming and soul crushing devotion it was whenever you actually found yourself around him.

“I know that you are, my darling,” he whispered after one of the kisses. “To be able to lay my eyes upon you again is the most satisfying reward.”

“No, it is not,” you shook your head. “The crown upon your head will be,” you pointed out as he raised an eyebrow. “Yes, my love, I know you very well,” you chuckled through the tears. “And I shall bring you the crown, too. I shall be the one to place it upon your head.”

“Are you not a little bit too greedy, little dove?” Halbrand chuckled.

“Greedy? For you? Always,” you teased and pulled his head back by his hair to place yet another hungry kiss upon his lips. He kissed you back, pushing his tongue inside your mouth as you moaned. But then he broke the kiss as you raised an eyebrow at him and he laughed.

“You taste like an Orc,” he said.

“Have you kissed many?” You tried to joke back even though his words had hurt you. All this sacrifice was for him… Could he not see that?

“I am only jesting,” he shook his head. “You look, taste and smell like heaven and I cannot wait to claim you as mine once again.”

At those words you could feel the heat in your cheeks as you looked down for a short moment.

“You should go now before it gets suspicious,” Halbrand leaned in to join your foreheads. “Go, you know what to do.”

“I do,” you agreed and cupped his cheeks before pecking his lips once more. “Everything for you.”

Glûg couldn’t stop thinking of Halbrand’s words. He had been approaching you for many days now and trying to make you assure him once more that the words the man had said were not true. At some point, you began to feel a little bit guilty for lying to him since you could spot so much fear in those eyes.

“You have to trust your Lord Father, Glûg,” you smiled at him that morning. “When he says there is no reason to worry, then there is not.”

“He says one thing but I see he is worrying, my Lady,” Glûg shook his head. “Can you not see it, too?” He was genuinely surprised.

You had realised a little while ago that most of the Orcs had no idea about the deal between your father and your husband. Perhaps the whole concept of political marriages and alliances was something unfamiliar to them but most of them truly believed that you shared a deeper connection with your husband. Love – however the Orcs understood this feeling.

But those past few days, ever since Halbrand’s arrest, the relationship between you and Adar was more distant again. He was worried indeed – way more than he had been before when there had only been signs of your lover’s return. You, on the other hand, did not complain about it because your own mind was focused on Sauron as well. Only for reasons much different than his.

“Glûg, no husband ever tells his wife everything,” you tried to cheer him up as he nodded.

You were walking around the village, trying to see if everything was working out smoothly. The closer you were getting to the house where Halbrand was being kept, though, the more sick you were feeling. You hadn’t visited him again after the first night but he was constantly on your mind either way. And the sounds of his screams of pain were giving you nightmares.

Adar joined you all of the sudden, making Glûg walk away from you a little bit. Your husband took his place by your side and you looked up at his face, noticing that he was worried again.

But before you could ask, a familiar scream reached your ears.

“Oh,” you winced and looked away. “I do realise he is a prisoner but what Waldreg is doing to that human king is starting to make me sick,” you complained. Perhaps it was risky to try to stand up for Halbrand but you thought you had done it in quite an innocent manner.

You knew Sauron would not want you to do that because it could possibly reveal your true self to Adar in case he knew who his prisoner truly was, but you loved Sauron too much to let go of this opportunity to make his suffering stop.

Adar did not say anything to your words but he squeezed your arm before walking away again to join the other Orcs that he had originally been on his way to before spotting you with Glûg.

You sighed, defeated.

However, it was no defeat. Or rather, you liked to think it had been your words that made Adar finally find some mercy for Halbrand. On the very next morning he announced it was the right time to finally settle down the matter with the human king and he even ordered to set his people free.

And so you found yourself inside the house where Halbrand was being kept. He was asleep when you walked inside, laying on the cold stone floor covered with a bit of dirty hay. You wondered if he was truly asleep since he did not truly need it.

The state of his face nearly made you weep – the bruises, the bloody lip, the dirt and sweat mixed. He should be treated like a God and yet he had to endure such a treatment. They were fools not to see that he was the one who would heal Middle-earth.

You kept standing next to Waldreg and Glûg but your husband stood above him and kept staring at Halbrand’s sleeping face. You had a feeling he knew – knew something, knew more than you’d like him to. But he surely did not know that the man in front of you was Sauron. Otherwise, he would bring the Iron Crown with him and push it deep into your lover’s heart once more.

“I was in your place once,” Adar scoffed and walked away after Halbrand finally woke up and your husband’s face was the first thing he saw. “In the eldest of the Elder Days,” he continued his story and crouched down to be closer to Halbrand, who kept staring at the ceiling without any expression on his face. “Thirteen of us were chosen to be blessed of Morgoth’s hand, with the promise of power. A new birth,” Adar explained and you moved uncomfortably.

He had never told you the full story. Would he do it now? Would he tell it to that human king as you listened? Maybe it was easier for him to let you know about his past like that? 

“I was led up to a dark and nameless peak. Chained and left,” Adar continued his story and at that moment, your heart mourned for him.

Despite his cruelty, he had always shown you lots of compassion. He was treating you like a delicate thing that had to be protected as much as empowered, so she could fight for herself, too. He had no idea it was a viper that he had in his bed. And this very viper moved closer to him to put her hand on his shoulder as she faked contempt while staring down at Halbrand. He found your eyes and then he looked at your hand on Adar’s shoulder, only to look back at you. He didn’t like how well you were playing your role – of that you were sure. Sauron had always been the most jealous lover.

But now his anger could not reach you so you toyed with him a little bit more, although teasing him was not your intention. You truly wanted to bring Adar some comfort.

“And after what seemed endless thirst and hunger…” Your husband lifted his hand to squeeze yours. “I saw it. His servant’s face. Sauron’s face,” he whispered and you squeezed his fingers tighter but in that very moment you felt that you were interrupting something intimate between them two. Something you were no part of.

There were tears in Halbrand’s eyes and in yours as well. Perhaps you were a part of it, after all. You were another thing that connected these two, another thread, another betrayal, another affection that they shared.

“And it was… beautiful,” Adar admitted. “He offered me wine, red as a blood moon. He offered me wine, and on that dark and nameless peak, I drank it. I drank it all,” he confessed and Halbrand moved his head slightly to take a better look at your husband. “Your people have been set free and my wife here cannot stand your screams of pain anymore,” he informed him and Halbrand moved his head up to rest it on the wall behind him, shooting you a glance. “Now, tell me what you know of Sauron.”

Halbrand kept staring at you two with a smirk on his face. He was looking you up and down with contempt and a hint of curiosity just like during your first meeting when you had been by Adar’s side, standing next to his throne.

“Sauron has returned in a new form,” Halbrand announced and you looked behind you, knowing very well that Glûg would not take the news well. And indeed, he was affected. “I am not yet certain what shape he has taken.”

“Then of what use are you to me?” Adar asked, angrily. He stood up slowly and you allowed your hand to drop down from his shoulder as you looked down at Halbrand again.

“I have something you don’t,” Halbrand answered. “The trust of the Elves. Release me and I’ll go to them and seek him out, so you can marshal your legions to destroy him.”

You looked at Adar again and he seemed to be overthinking Halbrand’s proposal as the pace of his breath quickened. You quickly put your hand on his chest as you stood by him.

“If he speaks the truth…” You started, changing your tactic. “What I’m saying is… Even if he lies, what can you possibly lose? He is no use for us anyway,” you pointed out.

“Weren’t you the one telling me he was a liar?” Adar whispered and even though Glûg and Waldreg could not hear it, you knew that Halbrand could.

“You had your signs of Sauron’s return and this man proves them. I called him a liar then to calm you down and to not worry your children; to avoid making any decisions in haste,” you explained and then you lowered your voice even further. “I can see how the possibility of Sauron’s return torments you,” you looked into his eyes intensely.

Adar kept staring back at you like that for a while and then he looked up to nod at Waldreg. The man approached Halbrand but not without his usual monologue.

“Do you vow allegiance to Adar, Lord Father of the Uruks and Dark Lady of Mordor?” He asked Halbrand and you swallowed thickly. Despite standing proud, you glanced down at your lover, a little scared of how he would react to your new name but his face remained unchanged.

“Yes,” he whispered after a while of hesitation, during which he did not look up to meet your gaze even once. He was a much better actor than you were and perhaps you should stop concerning yourself so much with what he would think or react since it was all a game anyway.

“Then kneel,” Waldreg ordered and you watched Halbrand struggling to get into this position since he was still half-lying down and his hands were in shackles.

You kept standing by Adar’s side with your hand on his chest and once again you felt the tension in his body rising as his stare was the most intense. His intuition was not failing him and you only hoped it would not turn out to be even better than you suspected.

“Now, swear it,” Waldreg barked at Halbrand who had just finally made it into the kneeling position. Nothing but the sound of his chains filled the room and you felt really bad for your humiliated lover. You wished you could make it all stop for him.

“I vow–” Halbrand started.

“With your head at her feet,” Adar spoke suddenly in a very harsh tone and you looked at him briefly. Heavy silence occurred between you, him and Halbrand.

You did not understand why Adar wanted this to happen and it felt utterly wrong to be in this position. It was Sauron – your lover, your master, your King. You would never dare to even imagine him bowing down to you because you were the one serving him with your body, mind and soul.

Adar was not fully aware of the complexity of the situation he had just created. You nearly wanted to cry out that no, he did not have to. You wanted to spare your lover the further embarrassment.

But then, after a very long while of hesitation and swallowing his pride – a task incredibly difficult for Sauron, of which you were aware – he did what he had been told and he placed his head at your feet. And in that moment, a shiver went down your spine as you realised that it could be the only opportunity for your lover to be out of his dignity in front of you as much as you usually were in front of him. It was only fair, after all.

And it felt so oddly… good. Satisfying,

“I vow to serve the Lord and Lady of Mordor,” Halbrand whispered. “To the end of my days… and theirs,” he added as a malicious feeling creeped through your body.

Halbrand was given a horse and you watched him ride away slowly while standing next to Adar. Your husband was sitting on his throne with Waldreg by his right side and you by his left. You kept staring at Halbrand’s shoulders but he did not look back even once.

“See that he’s followed. Every step,” Adar told Glûg who had just approached you two. The Orc nodded, still visibly affected by the news of Sauron’s comeback.

Waldreg walked away to clean the house a bit and feed the warg, leaving you alone with your husband. He looked worried and sad as your heart clenched in your chest when you remembered the story he had told Halbrand earlier.

Softly and carefully, you sat on the throne next to him and held his hand gently with the both of yours.

“What are you thinking of?” You asked him.

“I had my suspicions but now… Now I am certain that Sauron is back and…” Adar laid his eyes on you. You were taken aback by the amount of pain you found there. “I cannot let him enslave my children.”

“We… We will not,” your voice broke a little as the guilt creeped in. “The story you have told him… Is that what happened to you, really?” You changed the subject and Adar nodded. “I am sorry,” you admitted, truthfully, while brushing his rough hand with your fingertips.

“Do not mourn me,” Adar asked of you and you cracked a smile.

“Why did you tell him to vow at my feet?” You asked one more question as your eyes met his and he forced a smirk despite his sadness.

“Have I not told you that I would make the whole Middle-earth see the Dark Lady that you are?” 

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Hii! What's your headcanons about relationship with Otis Driftwood? Nothing too violent towards reader after they became a s/o, if you could, without going into ooc <3

Otis Driftwood In a Relationship

Warnings: smut (18+), control, possessiveness, gaslighting, mentions of sex work (not reader), canon-typical violence, aggression, narcissism, it's otis - he is a warning!

Words: 1.1K

A/N: Thank you for my first Otis request! I've been in love with this man for going on twenty years so I have lots of headcanons for him. I feel like this is realistically (to me) how he would have a relationship with someone who wasn't either a victim or murderer while still keeping him in character (I hope!) Also yes I had to get the quote in the last bullet, I was watching the film as I wrote this. I hope you enjoy it. I’d love to know what you all think to this, and feel free to send me more requests 💌

→ It's widely known that Otis harbours some unconventional interests. In the small town of Ruggsville, the Firefly family's prominence, especially their ties to local celebrity Captain Spaulding, is undeniable. In this backwater community, everyone has their own shades of darkness when it comes to entertainment or survival, so you don't bat an eyelash at the rumours circulating about the family.

 → Otis charms you with his quick wit and sharp tongue, an aura of danger enveloping him and lingering in his presence. He frequents the local watering hole where you work, spending quiet summer evenings regaling you with stories of travelling the country with his younger sister, moving from one stolen car to the next. When you ask why he returned to the dead-end town, he nonchalantly declares that family is the most important thing to him. And then, with a mischievous grin, he casually mentions his involvement in a Satanic cult. 

→ Otis thinks that perhaps what draws him to you is your refusal to flinch at his unsavoury stories or the sly smirk you offer when he alludes to the sweet taste of your skin. He enjoys the recoil from others, welcomes it even because it's what he's known since he was a child and means he's got the upper hand. You give him pause, a dangerous thing indeed. In you, he sees a kindred spirit equally disillusioned with societal norms, and he wonders how long it will take to break you. 

→ With every aspect seemingly covered, there's no obvious place for you in his life. Yet, thoughts of you intrude on his mind during the day, distracting him from his tasks. The persistent idea that you might offer something different to his routine gradually consumes him, eroding all other thoughts until only you remain. 

→ His carnal needs are met by the bottom feeders he keeps around for a quick release. Sometimes, when their pleading becomes bothersome and he wants the peace and quiet, he will end it fast because it's easier when they're cold. He pulls them into his cot and curls into them until they have festered and rotten to the point that Tiny has to dispose of them. If it's a willing body he seeks, a trip to the whorehouse suffices. 

→ It's a few months before you meet the family. Otis doesn't need to tell you the importance of the moment, you can sense it in his tense demeanour, permeating the lounge as Mama parades you around the room like a prize pig at the county fair. You sense his eyes upon you, observing your reactions to each member, particularly noting your response to Tiny's imposing presence and your handling of Grandpa's vulgarity. In his mind, he rationalizes that you'll need a strong stomach if you are going to be with him. 

→ You are under no illusion that you're not the only person from whom Otis seeks comfort. He isn't shy about the fact that he needs more than what you can give him, says as much when he insists on you leaving him be for a few days to exorcise his darker urges. He doesn't approach the subject of you joining him sometimes until he is certain that you won't spring like a scared rabbit. When he finally does ask, you accept with a morbid curiosity.

→ Otis certainly has his private indulgences, but he takes great pleasure in involving you in some of his less solitary activities. Whatever the pursuit may be, it often concludes with him inside of you, his teeth leaving raw marks on your skin as he draws out multiple orgasms from your pliable body.

→ In these moments, he alternates between showering you with praise and delivering sharp, cutting remarks, his rough fingers encircling your throat as he thrusts into you with relentless force, pushing you to the brink of ecstasy until you're cock drunk and screaming his name. He relishes in the intensity of the experience, breaking you down only to rebuild you according to his desires, sculpting you into his perfect masterpiece.

→ Over time, Otis's possessiveness and control puts an end to your employment, your independence dwindling in the face of your need to be with him and his need for your servitude. His affection is conditional upon your compliance and submission, and when you prove yourself to him is when you get your reward of a tender kiss to your nose, or being pulled into his lap for a warm embrace. His love is a privilege to be earned, and he is fast to take it away if he deems you unworthy of it.

→ Otis perceives you as an extension of himself, expecting you to conform to his desires and interests. He finds pleasure in your engagement with his world, he likes when you lounge on his stained mattress in nothing but his shirt listening to his musings on the complexities of human nature. He encourages you to challenge his viewpoints, igniting debates that fuel his passion.

→ However, you soon discover that venturing into this territory can be perilous. It often results in Otis's eyes blazing with fury, his hands trembling with conviction as he towers over you, unleashing a torrent of berating and belittling words until you find yourself on your knees before him. It's a volatile dance of intellectual stimulation intertwined with the raw intensity of his dominance.

→ It falls to you to navigate these moments, gently guide him back to a sense of equilibrium with a steady stream of apologies and affirmations, trail open mouthed kisses down his body until you feel him relax under your touch. Sometimes his tumultuous thoughts wouldn't waver and he'd either take his frustrations out on your cunt or push you away until you are begging at his door. For Otis, isolation becomes a test of your loyalty—will you stay, or run? 

→ And time and again, you choose to stay, receiving no verbal apology afterward because that is Otis' way. However, when he deems fit, he leaves small tokens on the bedside table for you to find in the morning—a small sculpture, a painting—his non-verbal way of acknowledging his feelings about his actions. You know better than to draw attention to these gestures. Instead, you offer a kiss to his lips as a silent acknowledgment of his effort to make amends. His response is typically playful yet affectionate, a light smack on your behind accompanied by an eye roll, never one to dwell on sentimentality.

→ Overall, Otis is content with you, would dare say happy. You fit into his life with ease, don't give him much grief when you're not busy bitching a song about nothing. However, the devil makes work for idle hands, and there's still work to be done in fully acclimating you to his ways. He does love watching you break.

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Day 23: coffee shop

Masterlist flufftober 🎀

This one is even longer than my favorite and although at first I didn't have an idea, I loved the final result. I hope you like it!

The movie on your phone was interrupted by the bell ringing, alerting you that some customers had just entered.

Your aunt had owned the modest cafe you were now in for most of her life and now that she was too tired to take care of it anymore and the money was already enough for a comfortable life, she decided it was time to sell it.

The transaction was still in process and you were there that day to cover for her while she went to a doctor's appointment, hoping that the day would be calm enough so that you could finish the movie series you were watching and, perhaps, make some progress in your schoolwork.

“Good morning, how can I help you?”

Your friendly smile seemed to please the couple of girls in front of you and they took a moment to decide what they wanted, until finally they told you what they wanted. You had worked as a barista for a while elsewhere and it wasn't difficult for you to prepare the lattes that they waited patiently for, while they carried on a conversation that you heard fragments of, but didn't understand.

A minute later, when you took another look at the line, you realized that there was a man behind them and you stopped for a moment to look at him carefully. He was older than you but you also noticed that he was very handsome and dressed like an executive, very different from the kind of people who frequented the establishment.

Once you were done you placed both drinks on the counter and the two girls, who had already held hands, thanked you and handed you a bill to pay.

“For a dollar more I can give you some cookies, we have chocolate and walnuts, would you like that? They will taste delicious with the latte you ordered” you offered kindly, showing them the product in the basket you had next to you “They are homemade and a sweet gift for a loved one.”

Your sales strategy seemed to convince them both and one of them gave you the missing dollar. You packed the things and before they left you wished them a good day, trying to be as polite as possible. When the couple left the place, the man walked to the front and you repeated the question at the beginning, a little nervous after noticing that he was even more handsome up close; he had slightly curly and messy hair, a discreet trace of facial hair around his pink lips, and beautiful honey-colored eyes that made you shiver.

“I wanted to ask you, is Mrs. Smith here?”

“No, she had to go to a doctor's appointment,” you responded, somewhat embarrassed. The idea of who he could be didn't even cross your mind, as you were too worried about recording as many details as possible about your attractive client “Who's looking for her?”

“My name is Spencer,” he replied. The name sounded captivating coming from his lips and there was something about his smile that made you feel nervous.

“I can call to tell her that you are here”

“No, if she's busy I'd rather come another time,” he murmured. The thought of what this man might want intrigued you and before he even turned around you rushed to say something, anything, to hold him back.

“Don't you want to drink coffee?” your words sounded small and rushed and you didn't even know why you had said them. That man would be, according to your calculations, about ten years older than you, but that didn't stop you from appreciating his beauty and wanting to be nice to him “You look like…” you began to say, feigning a thoughtful tone, “an espresso man. You know, something serious and strong”

Again, your attempt to attract customers seemed to be working, you knew by the small smile that formed on his lips.

“In fact it's quite the opposite,” he murmured, taking another step towards you that he had taken away “I'm a big lover of cappuccinos. The sweeter the better."

“Well, that's definitely a surprise,” you murmured, batting your eyelashes without even being aware of it “My aunt should be back soon and we have a cappuccino machine here. You can wait for her. If you want,” you added, hoping you didn’t sound too forward.

You saw him debate for a moment whether he should consider your offer or not and apparently something in your childish and kind eyes convinced him to accept, which you celebrated with a huge smile.

“Regular, vanilla, or mocha?”

“Regular, please,” he responded, walking to the nearest table so he could take a seat. All the furniture was shabby and rustic, with bright color combinations that had already worn out over the years “And you work here?”

“No, I'm just helping out today. There was an employee, but she had to resign for personal reasons and since my aunt is selling the cafe, we thought it would be more prudent for the new owner to hire whoever he wanted.”

“Huh, now there will be a new administration? Who is it about?" you weren't very used to sharing information with strangers, but you wanted to continue having this man's attention and if that was the way to do it, you would take the risk.

“My aunt said he is a Doctor Reid. I think she's known him for years because he comes here often for coffee and when he found out she wanted to retire... well, he offered” you could see him from above the counter and although you thought you saw a little smile, you thought you were just imagining it “Are you a frequent customer?”

“You could say so,” he responded and you swore there was a bit of mockery in his response.

You had already put the ingredients in the machine and now all you had to do was wait, praying inside that no other person would cross the door so you could have your little moment with that mysterious gentleman.

“I hope the new owner considers remodeling. There is a university near here and many young people could come if there were some more flashy things. You know, something that looks cute on Instagram”

“Instagram?” he asked, as if you were speaking to him in a strange language.

“The social network,” you answered obviously and he was quick to nod his head, as if he had just remembered what that was.

“Sorry, I'm just not very techie,” he apologized, with a sheepish smile. “But I think you're right, maybe this site could use a change. This way it would stop being full of old people like me and young people like you would enjoy coming.”

Was he describing himself as old? How old was he supposed to be? The question was drowned out on your lips because the machine announced that the drink was ready and you ran back to finish preparing it. You did your best to place a pretty design on the top of the liquid and then left the counter to hand the man the cup, accompanied by one of the cookies you had sold to the previous girls.

“It looks delicious,” he hummed, receiving the coffee from your hands and accidentally brushing your fingers. His hands looked calloused and big; the kind capable of holding you perfectly “Should I pay now or later?”

"Oh, don’t worry. It is courtesy of the house”

Again, you didn't even know why you were offering that to the man, and although he seemed surprised, he didn't protest at your show of kindness. You thought about how daring it would be to sit at the same table as him and in the end, you decided that the best thing was to return to your place behind the counter, now with no intention of watching your movie because if that were the case you would miss out on the good view that destiny had given you.

“If you need something else, you can tell me. We have some books on the shelf over there, if you feel like reading while you wait.”

Spencer thanked you and then you thought it would be best not to ask him any more questions or he would probably feel harassed. You saw him get up from his seat to listen to your suggestion and take a book, on the cover of which you managed to read Crime and Punishment. You wanted to tell him that you had read it for a college assignment, but instead you bit your tongue, reflecting that this information was something he clearly wasn't interested in. 

You stayed as composed as possible and he didn't seem to notice your gaze on him, or if he did, he didn't say anything of it. There were no customers the entire time he was drinking his coffee and when you thought about preparing something else for him, a clatter filled the air: it was your aunt, at the door, holding a shopping bag in one hand.

"Oh hello!" she greeted, both to you and to the man who was waiting patiently “Honey, why didn't you tell me that someone came looking for me?”

“I asked her not to, Mrs. Smith.” Spencer answered for you, getting up from his chair and leaving the book on the table, next to the empty cup “I didn't want to interrupt your activities.”

“Well, now I'm here. "Just let me leave these purchases and I'll be right back to discuss the contract, Doctor Reid.”

Contract? Doctor Reid? 

“I'll wait for you here” he smiled. Your aunt crossed the counter to enter the warehouse and you followed her like a lost puppy, trying to find an explanation for what you had just heard.

As soon as you were inside you stood next to the woman to get her attention, making sure to be out of the man's hearing range.

“Is that Doctor Reid?” you hissed.

“Yes, he didn't tell you?”

"No!" you squeaked, while she looked around for a folder with the documents she needed “I mean, he told me his name was Spencer, but he didn't tell me his last name. And since you said he was a doctor, I imagined a grumpy mister, not someone like him"

“But he is a mister, he is in his forties.”

"How many?" you screamed again, unwilling to believe what she was telling you “But he… he's so handsome! I thought he would be around thirty at most. How can he be forty?”

“Do you think he's handsome?” she asked and this time she did look at you. You had always had a good relationship with her, so her older woman's scowl judging you didn't offend you like it should.

“Of course,” suddenly your head seemed to remember an important detail and your entire face turned red, while your mouth opened in a soft oh “Damn, I even bought him a coffee! I just gave the future owner of this place a coffee, what is he going to think of me?”

“Youth, youth, you are becoming more and more indecent!” she murmured, half joking and half complaining. When she finally found her folder she grabbed it, ready to get out of it again, when you stopped her by her arm.

“Please don't go telling him that I think he's handsome,” you begged and she assured you that she wouldn't do it.

When you came out again, luckily, there were already some customers waiting and that gave you an excuse to escape from the amused look that the man you had been talking to had. The time you spent preparing people's drinks was enough for them to talk about the purchase and sale contract and for both of their signatures to finally be on the pages of paper.

“I know that this little corner is in good hands, I trust that you will take care of it”

“And of course I will, ma'am. While I was waiting for you, your niece kindly suggested a remodel and I think that will be the first thing I will do. I will keep the essence, but with a modern touch, right?” he smiled, giving you a kind look from his spot as if he were seeking your approval.

“I said it with the best of intentions,” you admitted sheepishly “If I'm honest, I didn't even know that you were the future owner, otherwise I think I would have treated you better.”

“Better than your friendly attitude, free coffee, and advice?” he asked and you almost thought he was returning your previous attempts at flirting, as if that amused him no end.

“What I want most is to see this place full of people again and I think a remodel would be perfect” your aunt smiled “Give me this week to take out my things and then the cafe will be all yours”

“Take as much time as you need, Amy. You will always be welcome here as if the place were yours,” he told her, with a sweetness inappropriate for a grown man, while he wrapped her in a hug. When he pulled away his eyes landed on you. “And you too, Miss Y/N. If you are interested in obtaining a permanent job, I would be happy to hire you. I’ll need someone young to help me give it that youthful touch.”

You wish you could say that his offer didn't flatter you, but that would be a vile lie. You looked at your aunt for a second and she already had a smile that bordered on disapproval of your victory, but she also hid some amusement at the situation.

“I need to talk about it with my parents and review my schedule at the university, but… I would love to, to tell the truth. Even if I am not a permanent employee I will continue to live here to shop”

And to see you, you wanted to say, but again you held back. 

“I'll look forward to your visits then,” he murmured, giving you a bright new smile.

From that moment on you knew that your aunt's old coffee shop would become the number one place for social gatherings, solitary visits to do homework and, with any luck, free afternoons to chat with the handsome and charming owner.

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dbf!joel with a reader that has an attitude like maddy perez though… i mean he shouldn’t be turned on by that but GOD she acts and talks like she owns the shit, prance around in mini dresses and skirts, and perhaps she always does this thing with her mouth that just makes him want to bend her over and fuck the bratty attitude outta her

A/N: when I tell you this had me swooning, sheesh. The thought of Joel just getting so angry until he snaps and fucks you so roughly?! Damn. I got a lil carried away; I hope it’s okay for you, anon! 💜

Summary: You’re a good-looking woman and you know it, you know you could have any man you wants and you never wanted to work hard for it. Joel Miller was different.

Warnings: 18+, minors dni! Unprotected p in v (be better than them!), degrading, slight praise kink, oral (m receiving), age gap, some slapping and rough sex. It’s kinda just filth lol.

Characters: dbf!Joel Miller x bratty!reader (f)

Word Count: 4.9k (yes, I got carried away)

You knew you were attractive, it wasn’t cocky or ignorant but you knew it; ever since you started showing an interest in boys when you were a teen it was easy to get guys’ and never once had you struggled to have a boyfriend. 

You were in your mid-twenties now and that attitude had followed you; what you wanted, you got. Simple. Only now, it wasn’t that simple because you couldn’t get the one thing you wanted, or rather, who you wanted. 

Joel Miller was a family friend, you hadn’t overly paid much attention to him when you were younger, partly because you knew he wouldn’t be interested in a kid but also because you were distracted by boys your own age, you had constantly been parading a stream of jock’s and idiots around your dad, and therefore Joel. Your father and him worked together and played together, they spent most evenings in front of the TV watching sports and drinking beers. 

It was only now, it felt like an issue. Joel was a permanent fixture around your house and god, it fucked you off that you couldn’t seem to get him. 

———

It was a Friday evening, like normal, your father and Joel were in the kitchen talking about work and sports, drinking their beers. 

“Hi daddy.” You grinned innocently, kissing your dad’s cheek as you entered the kitchen. 

“Hey princess.” Your dad smiled back before giving you a small hug. 

Joel’s eyes tracked you when you entered the space, his eyes raked over you as you got on your tiptoes to hug your dad back and he couldn’t help the way he drank in your shapely legs; your mini skirt leaving very little the the imagination. 

“Hi Mr Miller.” You purred, batting your eyelashes at him blatantly. 

“Hi.” Joel replied gruffly. 

“What?” You asked, popping your hip to the side with attitude. “No hug for me?” You pouted, your glossy lips looking so kissable… so fuckable. 

Joel mentally cursed himself at the thought. You drove him insane with your short dresses and tight outfits and your constant pouting; he wanted to wrap his hand into your hair and bury his cock so deeply into your mouth and throat you would have tears staining your cheeks. 

“Joel.” You huffed, snapping your delicate fingers in his face. “I said. Do I not get a hug?” You rolled your eyes, Joel’s blood boiled at your attitude but he smiled through gritted teeth at you. 

“Oh of course, always a hug for my best girl.” He said, forcing himself to be charming. 

You giggled and bounded over to his, your breasts wobbling in the tight material of your white crop top. You wrapped your arms around him, around his neck and you brought your body tightly to his. He was so rough, so rugged and big and it made your core throb as you thought how it would feel to be fucked by him. 

Your dad was so oblivious to the way you acted around his friend, he was wrapped so tightly around your little finger that he rarely paid any attention to the way you reacted or dressed. He only cared if you were happy and cared for, whether that be with food, money or clothes. In his eyes, you could do no wrong and you were his world. 

“Daddy, I’m hungry.” You huffed, leaning over the kitchen counter to face him, Joel stood to your side. 

He was grateful you were no longer hugging him, he could feel every curve of your body and he was sure if you held on any longer you would have felt the hard curve of his cock in his jeans. His hand gently gripped the edge of the counter when he glanced down at you, he saw the material of your g-string thong showing so blatantly above the waistband of your skirt. If he was stood behind you, he would have seen the full view of your plump ass showing for anyone to take. 

“Funnily enough, Joel and I were discussing ordering a pizza in. Does that work for you, baby?” Your dad asked, turning to grab two more beers out of the fridge. 

“Ugh. No. Gross.” You whined, folding your arms over your chest in protest. “I want Thai food!”

Joel’s jaw clenched as you spoke, your demeanour and attitude begged to be attended to, begged to be sorted out and he knew how he could sort it. He would fuck you so hard and fast until you were drunk on his cock and so compliant for him. 

“I’m happy with whatever, Thai work okay for you, Miller?” Your dad said. 

“Uh,” Joel started and you turned to look at him, pouting once again with your bottom lip jutted out. There it was again, that face, it drove him insane every-time you did it. “Fine. Works fine!”

———

You finished up your food, you had all moved into the living room and you were sat crossed legged on the sofa, Joel was across from you and you could feel his eyes boring into you as you ate. You slurped up your noddles, being sure to exaggerate your lips even more as Joel watched you. 

“I’m going out in a bit, by the way. Can I have some money?” You asked sweetly to your dad. 

“Where are you going?” Asked your father casually, finishing up his own food. 

“Oh just out with the girls, Kara broke up with her boyfriend so we are gonna go out, get a little wild and see if we can find her a rebound.” You giggled. “Who knows; might find me another boy since things didn’t work out with Jacob.”

“Oh god, please don’t tell me details sweetheart, I don’t need to know what you plan on getting up to. Just as long as you’re safe and take protection with you.” Your dad laughed softly. “How much money do you want?”

“$150?” You asked. 

“Princess, I gave you $80 yesterday for some new clothes. How about $100?”

You whined, rolling your eyes. “You’re the worst but fine. Whatever. I’m going to get ready.” You huffed and stomped out of the room. 

Joel’s hands were clenched on the arm of the chair, you were such a brat and your father never seemed to care, never seemed to discipline you. He hated to admit it but your attitude just made you more attractive and it made his cock ache in his pants. 

He hadn’t paid much attention to you when you were a teen, he had no reason to as you were his friend’s kid but when you came back after dropping out of college and living off your dad, he noticed you more. You were still you; confident, bratty and sometimes rude but now you were a woman, you had curves and your attitude only drove him madder for you. Not that he wanted to cross that line, he wanted to remain stronger than that. 

The thought of you going out, with your friends no doubt dressed in something skimpy and revealing made Joel want to march up into your room, push your face into your mattress roughly and fuck the attitude right out of you. And the thought of you going home with some boy? Well that almost blinded him with pure rage. 

———

Your night out was uneventful; your friends and you had plenty of drinks and you had a good time but you didn’t find anyone to go home with, didn’t find anyone to take the edge off with. 

You yawned and stretched, rubbing your eyes gently to remove the final remnants of sleep from them. You checked your phone for a while, scrolling through the instagram posts your friends had put up from the night before and you smiled at them. Soon, your stomach rumbled and you decided it was finally time to venture out of your bed for food. 

You pulled on a pair of hot pant shorts, the material gripped your figure and barely covered the fullness of your ass and you paired it with a cami top, it was skin-tight and cropped just above your belly button. You walked down the stairs and wandered into your kitchen, you were greeted by Joel stood leant up against your kitchen counter, sipping coffee. 

He was wearing a tight t-shirt, the fabric hugged his arms perfectly and fitted slimly over his dad bod, he paired it with his usual pair of jeans. 

“Hi Mr Miller, what’re you doing here?” You said, your voice smooth. 

“Oh. Hi.” He mumbled, barely looking at you as you spoke. “Your dad,”

“Daddy.” You corrected with a raised brow. 

“Fine. Whatever. Your daddy and I had plans to go out to the lake today but he had to pop off to the work site we have been on all week, some sort of emergency that they needed the boss for.” He shrugged and his nonchalance drove you mad. “He said I should just hang out here until he got back, he said it shouldn’t take anymore than an hour or two but the site’s the other side of town so who knows.”

“Oh well. I’m hungry. You gonna make me breakfast or buy me something?” You asked, sauntering round so Joel was forced to look at you. 

It had been months of this now, constant teasing on your behalf, wearing next to nothing anytime the male was nearby, lingering touches to his hand or arm, you constantly eye-fucking him whenever he caught your gaze. You loved it, you knew it drove Joel mad and just as much as you wanted the male to make a move, part of the fun was teasing him so badly. 

Joel had spent more nights than he cared to admit, fisting his cock until he came apart in his hand to thoughts of you on your knees or you bent over so he could fuck every ounce of attitude out of you. 

“Joel.” You pouted, huffing loudly when he wasn’t paying any attention to you. You clapped in his face, abruptly pulling him from his filthy thoughts once again. 

He looked at you, there was that face again. His hands clenched into tight fists at his side and he rolled his eyes at you. 

“You want to learn some manners, young lady.” Joel said gruffly. 

“Yeah?” You asked, your eyebrow cocked up in question as your hand rested on your hip. “And who’s gonna teach me some manners? You?” You laughed. “Now. Breakfast. Hurry up and order something, yeah? I’m hungry. I’m gonna go shower whilst we wait.” You spoke softly but the rudely, your bratty tone oozed from each word. 

You turned on your heels to walk away after rolling your eyes at the older male once again. Before you were even able to reach the doorway of the kitchen you felt rough hands into your hair and you yelped loudly as you were tugged backwards. 

“What the fuck?!” You screamed, your loud voice boomed into the empty kitchen. 

Before you could push Joel off, he had you pinned up against the wall, one hand was still entangled in your locks and his other hand was holding your hip against the cool wood of your kitchen cabinets. 

“Get the fuck off of me.” You spat, trying to push Joel off of you. “Wait until daddy hears about this, you asshole. You’re hurting me!”

Joel barked out a laugh, it was sadistic and there was a sick smirk plastered over his features. 

“Now now, don’t act like this isn’t making your needy little cunt throb.” Joel whispered. “Think it’s about time to teach you some proper manners, since you can’t seem to find any.”

“I —“ you started but Joel pressed his lips roughly to yours, his fingers tightened their grip in your hair and manoeuvred your head to exactly the right angle he wanted. 

Your mouth opened willingly as Joel’s lips moved against yours, his tongue delved into your mouth and hungrily attacked every inch he could reach within your mouth. He could taste vanilla from your chapstick, he could smell your perfume wafting through his senses and it made his cock stiffen impossibly in his pants. 

“You’re going to get to your knees and you’re going to be a good little girl and suck my cock. Understood? Otherwise I’m sure your daddy would love to hear how you tried to seduce his best friend, wouldn’t want that to happen now, would you?” Joel smirked, tugging your hair roughly until you were sinking to your knees obediently. 

You looked up at him, through your lashes; you were the perfect sight, your plush lips were pouting again and Joel couldn’t wait until his cock was punishing your throat. Your head was swimming, you could still feel Joel’s fingers in your hair and you couldn’t deny the way your core throbbed with excitement. 

Joel’s free hand toyed with the buckle of his belt to undo the leather before he freed his member from his jeans and boxers, you gulped roughly as you stared at Joel’s cock in front of your face;  he was large, bigger than any other guy before him and he was impossibly thick. You knew taking him in was going to be a struggle but there was no denying that you couldn’t wait to try. 

You leant forward and let your tongue kitten lick at the tip of his cock, a familiar salty tang hit your tastebuds and it made your mouth water; you wanted more. You opened your mouth, your tongue out flat and you pushed your head forward until you were enveloping his member into the hot, wet embrace of your mouth. 

Joel peered down at you, he could see down the front of your cami as you leant forward, your hands laid obediently in your lap; he could see the soft peaks of your breasts and noticed the way your nipples had hardened under his gaze. Your eyes fluttered shut as you tried to sink your mouth down fully onto Joel’s cock but before you could reach the base, he hit the back of your throat which caused you to gag. 

Joel laughed sadistically again, his fingers pressed into your skull as your locks entangled further around his fingers and as soon as he felt the resistance, he pushed your head down harder until his cock nudged into your throat deeper. You breathed through your nose, and your eyes screwed shut as you tried not to gag again. 

“So pathetic,” Joel barked, pulling his hips back to snap forward again until you gagged once more. “Can’t even take my cock properly. Thought you were a big girl, huh?”

You fluttered your eyes open to look up at Joel, your mouth stretched around his cock as he fucked into your mouth roughly.

“Can’t back-chat now, can you, little girl?” Joel smirked, his spare hand coming up to caress your cheek softly. 

You couldn’t help but lean into the tender touch, your head lulled to the side ever-so and Joel smirked as he removed his hand just to bring it down with a harsh slap. You whimpered around his length and Joel slapped you again, your cheek stung but you focused on the feeling of Joel filling your mouth. 

He roughly held your cheek and used your head as leverage to roughly fuck into your mouth. Spit spilled from your swollen lips, it dribbled down your chin and you could tell that you were a mess. Tears pricked your eyes as you continuously gagged as his cock bruised your throat. You couldn’t wait until you could still feel him later, to be reminded of this moment. 

Joel groaned roughly as he watched you, for once you weren’t able to pout, you weren’t able to back chat him or give him attitude. You were being just what he wanted; willing to give and so obedient. 

“Good girl, taking me better now, aren’t you?” Joel cooed. “What would you do if your daddy came in and saw you like this? Crying around my cock, spit running down your chin. Dirty girl.”

You whimpered pathetically, your chest was heaving with each word and you couldn’t help but feel the panic rise in you, you were in plain sight of the front door. If your father came in now, you would be a dead woman walking. Joel abruptly pulled his length from your mouth, it made an obscene popping noise and your mouth fell agape softly, you felt so empty as soon as Joel left you. 

You absently wiped at your chin with the back of your hand and Joel pulled your hair until you were on your feet once again. Laboured breaths left your swollen lips and you stared blankly at Joel, all attitude seemingly had been fucked out of your mouth and your brain was filled with thoughts of Joel and nothing else. 

“Upstairs. Undress now. Get upstairs and lay on your bed face down, with your needy cunt ready for me.” Joel grunted, releasing your hair from his grip. 

Your fingers massaged at your scalp softly where Joel’s grip had been, your skin aches deliciously. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself, now be a good girl and go.” He spoke gruffly, his fingers dug into the small of your back and nudged your forward. 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, you hadn’t seen Joel like this before and part of you wanted to laugh at this tough bravado he was putting on. 

Joel noticed it, of course he did and he quickly slammed your body into the wall; it knocked the air out of your lungs and you gasped in shock. 

“W-what?!” You stammered out. “I was just doing as you told, I was about to go upstairs. Isn’t that what you wanted?” You asked innocently, a small smirk spreading over your lips. You couldn’t help yourself. 

“Guess I haven’t fucked the attitude out of you enough yet.” 

You shrugged under the weight of Joel’s arm holding you against the wall, a shit-eating smirk only growing as you saw the frustration bubble in his features. 

“Guess not. Gonna have to try harder than that, old man.” You grinned. 

Joel’s hand clenched at his side, you could see his skin turning white with the effort of it and it only made you grin further. You let out a small laugh. 

The older male’s face was straight, his features were cold like a stone statue but you could feel and see his anger in his eyes. He took his arm that was pinning you down and instead wrapped his hand around your throat, his fingers squeezed you pulse points gently and you moaned. 

“Knew you would like that. See, I was going to give you the pleasure of a soft bed but now I’m thinking I should bend you right over the kitchen table.” Joel said with a raised brow and you nodded weakly. 

He took his free hand and dipped it into the waistband of your pants; without warning his fingers slipped between your slick folds. He looked into your eyes, his gaze locked on yours as his fingers toyed with your swollen clit. He cocked a brow in question as your slick juices coated his fingers. 

“So fuckin’ wet for me, little girl. You like being treated like a dumb little slut, huh?” 

You nodded dumbly, your voice didn’t seem to function correctly and it’s all you could muster up. Joel’s fingers gripped tighter at your throat, the sensation made your head dizzy and all you could do was whimper weakly at the male. 

“Answer me.” Joel growled, his hand releasing your throat to slap at your cheek once again. 

“Y-yes, yes I do!” You spluttered out. 

“Right answer.” Joel hissed as his fingers circled around your clit. 

As much as he loved teasing you, he couldn’t wait any longer and he needed to hear how you sounded as you came around his fingers. You moaned, his fingers sped up and he roughly plunged two fingers into your greedy heat. Your eyes fell shut as Joel pumped his digits quickly, with the angle of his wrist, the heel of his palm nudged against your sensitive clit with each thrust of his fingers. You gripped weakly at his arms as he fucked into your hole with his fingers, his other hand squeezed your neck again and he smirked when you moaned louder. 

“Come on, little girl, you can do better than that. Tell me how good my fingers feel? Huh? You wanna be a brat? Tell me how good I’m making you feel.” 

“Joel,” you gasped, your fingers scratching at his skin in vein. “Feels s-so good. Can’t take it much more. You feel so good, I just need your cock filling up my hole. Please. Fuck.” You rambled, you weren’t even sure if your sentences were coherent. 

“Patience. I want you to cum on my fingers. Now be a good little slut and do it for me. Hm? You wanna be all big and bratty, now cum on my fingers.” He growled lowly, his lips ghosted over your own and you pouted when he retreated as you tried to kiss him. “Stop pouting.”

Joel’s voice was gruff, it sent shivers down your spine and he pulled his fingers out to slap at the sensitive skin of your vagina. You whined and just as quickly as he pulled them out, he pressed his fingers back into you and deeper this time, they nudged at your g-spot which caused your legs to buckle underneath you. Joel laughed, he shook his head and held your hip roughly, pinning you back in place. 

His fingers sped up, with each thrust the tip of his fingers rubbed over your g-spot and his palm rubbed over your clit; you were seeing stars and you knew your orgasm was about to crash over you. You clenched around Joel’s fingers and he knew the telltale signs, he kept his movements consistent and your fingers gripped roughly at Joel’s arms, searching for leverage to keep yourself upright. 

“C’mon darlin’, is this all you’ve got? C’mon cum for me, be a good girl.” Joel whispered. “That’s it. Atta girl. Such a good girl.” Joel praised when he felt your walls flutter around his fingers. 

You came apart almost instantly when Joel spoke to you, your legs were shaking as they fought to keep you standing as Joel’s fingers fucked you through your orgasm. Tears spilled from the corner of your eyes as you slowly came down from your intense orgasm. 

Joel kissed your temple, it was a tender moment in the midst of his dominant act and it made your heart flutter rapidly. 

“Bend over the kitchen table. I need to bury my cock into your pretty little cunt before your daddy gets home. Need you thinking about my cock for days after.”

Joel removed his fingers from your pants and before you could move, he pressed his slicked fingers to your mouth. 

“Open.” He stated and with that, you opened your mouth and sucked in his digits.

He groaned as your tongue swirled around his thick fingers and you moaned as you tasted yourself on him. It was by far one of the filthiest things you had done, if anyone else tried it you would have slapped them and walked out but it was Joel, he was so perfect and you couldn’t say no. 

“Table.” Joel said, shrugging towards the kitchen table. 

You nodded, walking shakily over to the table. You shimmed your hot pants over your ass and bent over for Joel to take you as he pleased. He hadn’t bothered to pack away his hard, leaking cock and as he walked over to you, he stroked himself a few times just to stave off the throbbing. You watched on in awe, your head resting in your arms as Joel’s hand worked his cock. 

“Please.” You whimpered, rubbing your thighs together in need. 

“Beg for it. Beg for my cock and I’ll fill you up so good, I promise.” Joel groaned, standing behind you now. He kicked apart your feet and slapped his heavy cock against your wet pussy. 

“Please Joel, I need it so bad. I want it so bad. Please. I don’t beg, usually. I’m a mess here, never wanted anything so bad. I need you.” You all but sobbed, your watery eyes peering behind you, searching for the older male.  

Joel let out a breathy chuckle, he pressed his hot cock-head to your hole and without a second thought, he thrust forward roughly. It felt like he was splitting you open and you relished in the stinging sensation of your walls stretching around him. He captured one of your hips in his large palm and he pulled out of you before thrusting back into you with fervour. His other hand weaved its way into your soft locks again, pressing your head roughly into the table. Part of you registered a dull pain but all you could focus on was the feeling of Joel’s cock filling you up. 

You moaned pathetically under him, your hands pawed at the smooth wood of your kitchen table and you whimpered as you searched for something to grip. 

“Such a good little cocksleeve for me, hm?” Joel groaned. 

You nodded weakly under Joel’s hand, as the table bit into the skin of your hips; you knew there were going to be bruises later but for now, Joel’s cock worked into you continuously and it made you dizzy. 

“I said,” Joel grunted, his hips slapping against your ass. “You’re such a good cocksleeve. It’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?” Joel asked. 

“Y-yes. It’s all I’m good for!” You w confirmed shakily. 

“Good girl, good little slut for me; your dad’s best friend, a man who is almost double your age. What a naughty little brat. Hopefully this’ll teach you some goddamned manners going forward.” Joel spoke, it felt as if with each word, he thrusted into you twice as hard. 

You were a mess under Joel, a mess of moans and begs tumbling from your lips carelessly; his cock was making you dumber with each thrust. You couldn’t even muster a coherent sentence even if you tried, let alone a bratty response. You had finally got the person you wanted the most and it was even better than you could have imagined. 

“Gonna, gonna,” you whimpered as Joel’s cock nudged deep into your walls. 

“Mhm, course you are. Pathetic. Little. Slut.” Joel cursed, his hips landing bruising contact against your ass. 

It was such a stark contrast to how Joel carried himself in his day-to-day life, he was usually pleasant and so charming. Not dominant and with a filthy mouth at all. It drove you insane though, his words mixed with his abusing pace of his cock, it had you tumbling into your orgasm abruptly. 

Your cheeks were stained with tears, you were completely at Joel’s will and you were willing to do anything the male asked for. Never before had you cum from just a guy fucking you, and never this intensely. Your stomach felt tight as your walls gripped and milked Joel; his hips stuttered as you came, your grip on his cock was enough for him to spill his hot seed into your greedy hole. Joel’s large hands pawed at your ass, his gripped the flesh roughly as he fucked himself through the aftershocks of his orgasm, his body shuddered and he slipped out of you when he finished. 

You made a small noise as your body stayed in place bent over the table, you could feel Joel’s hot cum dripping down your inner thigh and it made you moan softly. 

“You still wanna act like a brat?” Joel asked, his soft hand stroking at your lower back. 

You shook your head no with a lazy, complacent smile on your lips. 

“Good girl, don’t you forget who’s in charge here. Act like a brat again and I’ll have to punish you again.” Joel whispered as he leant down to kiss your cheek softly. “Now go clean up, you’re a mess and your daddy will be home soon. I’ll order something for breakfast, too.” He smirked, packing himself away into his jeans again. 

You let out a breathy laugh as you pushed your body off the table, you winced as your back adjusted to being stood again and you grabbed your hot pants off the floor before leaving to go shower. 

“I want pancakes!” You demanded from the stairs. 

“‘I wants’ don’t get, darlin’. Try again.” Joel retorted. 

“Fine. Please can I get some pancakes?” You huffed softly, rolling your eyes again; you were just grateful that the male couldn’t see you this. 

“Looks like my cock worked, then. Good job.” He cooed. 

Your legs shook as they carried you upstairs, you finally got who you wanted and you knew it would only be a matter of time until you had him again. 

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[cheollipop]

Yay sleepover!! I recently got surgery so I have a semi nasty cut on my stomach at the moment and I was wondering if you could write a cute fluffy drabble on mingi or San helping replace the bandages but like the reader is a bit insecure about their stomach and is also not good with medical stuff so he just kisses their tummy as he helps them heal or something? Idk I just love your writing and just tired and in need of fluff haha

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hello anonnie!! aah make sure you rest well and take care of yourself, I wish you a quick recovery!! ^^ this was honestly such a cute prompt ;; I hope it provides you with some comfort my darling <3

pairing: song mingi x gn!reader

w.c.: 0.5k

tags: fluff, established relationship, reader has a surgical wound/cut on her stomach, just mingi being the sweetest;;

happy reading~

“Min, I can do it myself,” you complained, toying with the hem of your shirt.

“And have your nurse yell at me again for not helping?” Mingi chuckled breathily, reassuring you with a look before gently replacing your hands with his own. He began pulling the material up to rest under your chest, running a gentle thumb over the peeling edges of the adhesive pad near your bellybutton.

“Ming-”

“Baby, relax,” he placed his palm down on your shoulder when you attempted to sit up, laying you back down on the mattress. “Let me do this for you.”

His eyes—wide and glimmering with adoration—fixed on your face, fingers tracing calming patterns over your skin while he asked for your permission to continue. A whispered “okay” brought a toothy smile to his plump lips, similar to a child given candy, before he ran off to wash his hands.

Settled back at your side with a pair of gloves covering his hands, he began peeling off the sticky dressing, caressing the reddened skin at which it was tugging as he removed it. He peeked at your face after every step, ensuring discomfort and pain never tainted your features. He babbled praise and nonsensical words while he cleaned the wound, things like “I couldn’t believe how a person could look that beautiful coming out of surgery,” all while he bore a genuine smile on his lips, his warm gaze moving between his hands and your flustered face, chuckling while he asked you keep still as you attempted to slap his shoulder.

Butterflies escaped your stomach, fluttering vivid wings within your entire body every time Mingi glanced at you, the infatuation and unending devotion evident in the dark irises, and you could almost see the future he had planned with you playing in his head while he took you in. You, with your hair in disarray and in dire need of a wash, body fatigued and eyes drooping, felt undeserving of this love, this care. And yet Mingi never stopped giving it, even when you denied his offer, he remained persistent, pushing it onto you until “no” ceased to be a usable response.

With deft fingers, he placed a clean pad onto the wound, throwing his gloves away and peering at your resting figure, eyes closed and breath even. Perhaps a little hurt, the past who-knows-how-many-minutes of compliments he’d assumed you were ignoring going unheard, he mooned over your relaxed state with a pout on his lips. He pried his eyes off you, leaning down to press fleeting kisses along the sides of the dressing, holding back his breath as to not wake you, simply basking in the warmth of your skin on his lips.

Covering you back up, he brought the duvet up to your shoulders, tucking you into bed with a final kiss to your forehead, then your eyelid, and finally your cheek. He just couldn’t help himself, because despite looking dishevelled, he needed you to know that his love for you goes beyond that. That he would part the sea for you if you’d drunkenly requested for it, that he was so stupidly devoted to you—in all your forms. That if all it took was his endless nagging and puppy eyes for you to concede, to yield for his care, then Mingi would continue to bat his eyelashes and annoy you into submission.

[dell-amor-te]

“Of Blood, Bindings, & Burdens Halved”

Part 2 of 2. (Part 1 here.)

Word Count: 2,449.

Warning(s): Canon-typical injuries, literal hurt/ comfort, no beta but I try my best.

Pairing: F!Rook x Lucanis Dellamorte.

Summary: Healers make the worst patients. And ancient elven gods make for the worst to ask for straight answers from.

🐦‍⬛Read the whole thing on ao3.

It couldn’t be right. Surely.

Lucanis kept scanning the book, over and over and over again. He was certain his eyes were tricking him somehow. They had to be.

Maybe he was jumping a line, or mixing two of them up. But then he would trace his finger from one line to the next, and they would match.

Over and over and over again.

Ma vhenan…My heart.

She had to have lost too much blood. She couldn’t have meant that. Her head had been resting against his chest. Maybe she had heard his heartbeat. She couldn’t have been referring to him himself, though. That was impossible.

Wasn’t it?

True, she had flirted with him. But Nöa had a certain way of disarming people that came naturally with looks like hers. Yes. She was beautiful. Perhaps the only thing conventional about her were her features.

Classically alluring, some would say. Lucanis would agree.

It was also true that at times he almost thought maybe, just maybe. there was something there. Between them. He was always quick to kill those thoughts.

Because it was impossible. After all, most people considered Crows heartless. And he was a very good Crow. How could anyone think of him as their heart?

How could she think of him as her heart, when her own hardly fit in her chest?

Lucanis sorted the book back in its place. He couldn’t keep looking at the page. He’d drive himself mad. Plus, Nova’s shift was nearly over. Caterina’s cane had beat far too many lessons into him, and one of them had been to always be punctual. Whether it was a contract or a social obligation made little difference.

Lucanis hurried down the winding stairs, footsteps echoing against soft stone walls.

Step. Ma vhenan. Step. My heart. Step. Ma vhenan. Step.

By the time he had made his way to the infirmary, his heart was pounding. He stood outside the door for a moment, taking a deep breath. Once he was confident he could at least feign normalcy, he opened the door.

“Thank the Maker, you’re back!” Nova said dramatically, practically slamming his hands into his hips. “She’s your problem now.”

Lucanis raised an eyebrow, pulling the door closed behind him. “What did you do?” He questioned.

Nöa smiled innocently. “Me?”

Lucanis hummed a dubious confirmation.

“Yes, you.” Nova marched up to Lucanis. “Don’t let her have her way. There’ll be no living with her if you do.” He threw his hands in the air before making his exit. “Damn master assassin and yet he caves the second my sister bats her eyelashes.”

Lucanis chuckled, watching the other Volkarin elf leave. “Did the skeletons teach him that?” He asked Nöa.

“No, that’s all genuine Casanova, I’m afraid.” She told him. “You can’t teach that kind of theatrics.”

“But what did you do?” He asked, leaning himself against the cot.

“Nothing!” Nöa insisted with a shrug.

Was that the first time she had shrugged in a week?

“I just mentioned it might be nice to get some air.” She said at length. “Maybe stretch my legs?”

“Nöa.” Lucanis drawled.

“Baba said to give it a week as long as I kept improving. Now look at me.” Nöa hung her legs over the side of the cot. “It wouldn’t be far. Just around the courtyard and back. I’ll even tell you if I get tired so we can turn back early.” She vowed. “Jumper’s honor.”

Lucanis sighed. “If you get me in trouble with your father…” He warned, raising an eyebrow.

Nöa practically beamed up at him, knowing she had won. “It’s all on me.” She assured him. “Besides, I wouldn’t lie to you.” She was already putting her feet to the floor.

Lucanis offered his hand to her so she could stabilize herself. She hadn’t been up in a week, after all, save to go to the washroom. Honestly, the fact that she waited this long before pleading to make an escape from the infirmary was a miracle.

Her right arm remained in a sling, that way her muscles in her shoulder wouldn’t be pulled while the skin and artery mended.

“I’m good.” She said quietly.

“Alright. Tell me if you get light-headed.” Lucanis walked by her, at the ready should she need him.

“I will. Worrywart.”

Lucanis smiled in the face of her harmless ribbing, moving away from her only to open the infirmary door before returning to her side. Nöa didn’t bother with the slippers she kept by the door, in favor of leaving her feet bare.

They walked together. Slowly.

The second they made it out in the open air of the central courtyard, Nöa took a deep breath, soaking in the open air. She loved the infirmary, she did. It was her space, her own little pocket of the Fade. She had chosen it as her quarters for a reason. But she had missed the fresh air.

“What do you think? Want to have a go-around?” She nodded to the empty training circle on the far side of the cobblestone yard.

“Not a chance.” Lucanis shook his head, still smirking. “How do you feel?”

“Good enough to joke with you about having a sparring match.”

He laughed sardonically.

“I’m fine, thank you for asking.” She answered a little more genuinely. “I know it got worse than you all want to say. I was the one who almost…” She bobbed her head.

“Died.”

Lucanis didn’t want to say it. He had known it every step of the way back to the Lighthouse. At one point, he thought she was gone, however briefly. He didn’t often utilize Spite willingly, but his wings had more than come in handy on that particular flight.

“Yeah, that.” Nöa said softly.

Silence lingered for a moment.

“Tired?” Lucanis asked the further they strayed from the main body of the Lighthouse.

“Are you kidding?”

“I shouldn’t have asked.”

Nöa chuckled as she led him onward. Ancient cobblestone with grass growing in between was nice and cool, spreading through Nöa from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. Every so often, when she could be bothered to wake up early and greet the dawning day, the breeze in the Fade would shift just so, and she would yearn for Arlathan.

She missed the marriage of the quiet and the chaos of the forest. But the Lighthouse made for a fine substitute. For now.

At Lucanis’ quiet insistence, Nöa took a break, resting on a stone-carved bench near the very fringes of the courtyard. The nothingness of the Fade below hung close at hand. She wasn’t going to make the attempt, but Nöa almost wondered what would happen if one of them were to fall…

“Did you say something?”

Lucanis’ eyes studied her. “I just thought you looked like you were thinking about something.”

“Nothing important.” She assured him with a quick laugh.

Lucanis almost laughed back. He settled for shaking his head, amused. “It’s good to see you…back to being you.” He said in a very guarded way, in a way that immediately caught Nöa’s attention.

That’s not what you meant to say.

She smiled anyway, though he caught the slightest strain in the look. “It feels good to feel like me again.”

“Good.” He nodded, pretending to survey the empty courtyard. He cleared his throat, but he didn’t say anything else.

“Thank you, by the way.” Nöa offered, scooting a little closer to him. “I don’t know if I’ve remembered to say that in the midst of all of this.”

How nice. She appreciates you. That must be a new feeling. Usually people curse your name.

“You have. Quite a few times.” He assured her, ignoring Spite’s nagging. “Your fever must have fogged up your memory a bit.”

“Well, it bears repeating, anyway.”

“It wasn’t a problem.” He said.

Aren’t you two precious?

Nöa and Lucanis spoke at the same time.

“Quiet.” Lucanis hissed.

“Shut up!” Nöa scowled at the demon.

Lucanis’ attention snapped to Nöa, Spite entirely forgotten.

Uh-oh.

The moment they both shot their glares at Spite, the demon cackled, and then vanished, his cruel laugh echoing after he was gone. Lucanis’ gaze remained fixed on Nöa. Nöa didn’t shirk away from his gaze, though her shoulders tensed.

“You can see him.” Lucanis said quietly.

It wasn’t a question.

Nöa didn’t answer him, but Lucanis could see the way the muscles of her jaw tensed. They both knew what it meant for her to see Spite.

“Do you want me to apologize? Because I won’t.” Nöa said firmly.

“What were you thinking?” He was almost seething.

“A demon shared is a demon halved, right?” She tried to no avail. More seriously, she said: “I was thinking that this was my chance to help you.” When he opened his mouth, she raised a finger. “Don’t you dare say that you don’t need help. You want him gone. I want him gone. I swore to help you get him gone.”

“I was ready to die to make sure that he was gone.” Lucanis shot back. He didn’t raise his voice, but he rose to his feet. “I can’t very well do that now that your life is on the line, too, can I?”

“And why is that?” Nöa didn’t back down, standing toe to toe with him. “Why are you willing to die when it’s your life, but the second it’s anyone but you, you can’t tolerate even the thought of it?”

“It’s not just anyone. It’s you.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” She scoffed. “Why would that matter?”

“Because I can’t lose you!”

The air around them went silent once the echo of his words faded. Deathly silent.

“What?” She said softly.

“You know.” He shook his head, at a loss. “Surely you must know.”

A terrifying reality, one more horrifying than the thought of her fate being bound to his own.

“Did you mean it?” Lucanis asked deliberately.

“What?”

“Vhenan. Did you mean it when you called me that?” His words were insistent, urgency speeding his cadence. Practically begging her to put him out of his misery.

Nöa’s eyes widened.

She remembered saying it, then. At least he knew that much. Even if her lips were loosened by the moment, she was clearly aware she had said it.

“You can’t know what that means.” She shook her head. “How do you…”

“I know how to read. And we live in an ancient safe haven of knowledge.”

He closed the gap between them slowly, until it was Nöa’s turn to fill with anxiety. He took her face in his hands, impossibly gentle for the wickedness those same hands had wrought. And yet her cheeks fit so well in his palms, and her blush-warmed skin felt so good against his fingers.

And when he looked into her eyes all he could think was…

“Anima mia.”

Those words tasted so right on his tongue.

“I…don’t know what that means.” Nöa’s words were faint, carried on a breath that smelled of coffee with far too much milk in it.

“Let me show you.”

“Oh…okay.”

Everything he felt went into his kiss, and Nöa could feel it all at once. His trepidation. His certainty. His uncertainty. His frustration. His adoration. His hope beyond hope. His fear.

It was all-consuming.

Nöa shared in every inch of it, matching his intensity with ease.

It was the sort of kiss you didn’t want to end.

Lucanis pulled away, just barely, his face only inches from hers. Her face still held safely in his hands, she laughed shakily, exhilarated.

Lucanis couldn’t help but laugh, too. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Nöa asked softly, breathless.

“I’m not the best at that.” He admitted. “That’s…that’s the first time I’ve kissed someone because I’ve wanted to, not because I had to. Not for a job or to get information. Just because I…”

Maker, he had wanted to kiss her for so long.

“I never thought I’d see you again.” Nöa said, leaning into him, awkward as it was to have her arm tucked between them. “At the Ossuary, seeing you again…”

“I know.” He pressed another kiss into her hair, his fingers twisting through half-curls. “I…I dreamed of you.”

“Made an impression, did I?” She half-laughed, eyes flooding.

“You did.” He answered earnestly. “Honesty is hard to come by in a world full of knives in the dark. You were honest that night, and every moment since. You were you. And you’ve allowed me to be me. I…”

What did he mean to say? That he had dreamed of her, and yet getting to know her had exceeded any dream? That he was fairly certain it was that spark of affection, that glint of hope he held onto so desperately in his darkest hours, that had been used to corrupt Spite, to bind the demon to him that she now shared with him?

“You…mean a great deal to me.” He said at last. “More than I know how to say. But I’d be happy to show you, if you’ll allow it.”

She took one of his hands in her unhindered one. She kissed his knuckles, calloused and worn. She reached up on her toes, kissing his lips again.

“I’m afraid you’re stuck with me now, Dellamorte.” She said, earning a soft laugh from him.

“I’m still not thrilled about the circumstances…but there are worse fates I can think of.”

“We’ll figure this out.” Nöa assured him. “No death required. But I’m afraid a life might still be.”

Lucanis caught her meaning immediately. “A burden shared, a burden halved, right?” And he was more than glad to share his life with her. “I leave myself in your capable hands, my lady.” He said confidently, kissing her hand just to make sure she knew he meant it.

“Maybe just a hand for a while.” She teased gently. “But they’re both yours. For as long as you’ll hold them. I told you, didn’t I? I believe in decisions, not destiny. I’ve made my decision, and I’ll stand by it.”

Decisions, not destiny.

Lucanis pressed a kiss to the center of her brow next.

“My turn.” She stroked her hand along his cheek before kissing him again.

Lucanis closed his eyes, melting into her. He wasn’t sure what decisions he had made that could have ever led him here, to this point, to this moment, to be with her…but he was glad for them, no matter what pain had made them all worth it.

She was worth everything to him, and now he knew she felt the same about him.

And for the first time since this all began, Lucanis felt hopeful.

[moonspirit]

Chapter 34 was so amazing <3. I love the metaphor for Armin tiptoeing around Annie’s emotional fragility.

I think Annie hates seeing him suffer and that’s why she shuts down. I think she also feels guilty for “leaving him” to be with her dad.

personally, I think Annie doesn’t really want to stay with her dad. I agree with @distortedclouds take on Mr. Leonhart, personally. But these are the two men in her life that she’s been the most devoted to and now she’s torn.

please stay with Armin, Annie, and Armin please communicate with Annie 🙏🙏 (I cannot handle anymore angst)

The chapter is beautiful as always ❤️❤️

Hello anon! And thank you so much for reading and the kind words T^T I appreciate them very much.

As for Annie and her father... yeah. I made a post on this a while ago over here, but honestly, in VBEOW it's hard to deal with it in a very cut-and-dried manner because parental relationships in general are anything but black and white, being infinitely complicated and nuanced as they are.

At the moment, Annie's very torn over her feelings about living with her father now that he's finally asked her. Prior to the Rumbling, perhaps even prior to Fort Salta, Annie wouldn't have batted an eyelash if given the same opportunity - in fact she was running towards it and only it. Now, it's been more than half a year that she's found a "home" for herself, both in Armin's companionship and the fun and frolic of living with the others, that going back to her father's house no longer holds the appeal it once would have.

And that's what makes her feel so guilty in the first place - that she's "not" happy to think about living with her father.

It's not easy to say "no", and it's not easy to say "yes."

And Annie being Annie tends to clam up and shut down her emotions. She may have talked things out with Armin once before (after the peace summit) but that hasn't radically changed her. Talking is still hard, especially when taking into account all the other problems that have been presented in Ch 34 (that Armin's an orphan, that he doesn't even have parents to think about, and so on) that only make her feel worse and unable to confide in him. It's also her reluctance to "just let him fix all her problems time and time again" (ref. ch. 24).

Like I mentioned in the other post I linked above, I really didn't think much of Mr. Leonhardt in the beginning. Among some other opinions I saw on reddit much later, Clouds' take both in BW and her posts on tumblr is something that has influenced the way I see and feel about Mr. Leonhardt. So I agree with you there.

As for the angst... T^T I wish nothing was angsting at all anon!!! this is not fun for me to write! I just want to see them being silly aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

But thank you so much for the love and I'll keep doing my best :3

[starryevermore]

to the ends of the galaxy ✧ commander cody

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request: Commander Cody trying to find the bad batch, but in his search finds the reader, who is a Jedi that escaped order 66 and was part of Obi-Wans attack battalion. They end up spilling their unrequited feelings for one another - @captainsbestgal​

pairing: commander cody x fem!jedi!reader

summary: when cody tries to find the bad batch, you end up finding him. 

word count: 1,723

warnings?: love confessions, mutual pining, not proofread

and back again (PART 2)

Since leaving the Empire, Cody was always on edge. For good reason, of course. He knew the risk of leaving, of going AWOL. He weighed that risk and the benefits of getting out while he had the chance. Ultimately, leaving was his only option. Cody refused to sacrifice his morals for a corrupt government. That was not the kind of man he was. That was not the kind of man he was interested in becoming. But nevertheless, being on the run felt like the ultimate stealth mission. 

What was worse, perhaps, was trying to find his brothers that were also on an ultimate stealth mission. Sure, the official report was that Clone Force 99 perished on Kamino. But Cody didn’t believe that for a second. His brothers were too damn good at what they did to go out like that. Especially when they had the girl, their sister, to protect. No, Clone Force 99 was still out there somewhere, and Cody was going to find them. 

Instead, he found someone a little more…interesting? Surprising? 

He was at some bar on some backwater planet. Cody learned early on that those were the best kind of places to find out about where people might be hiding. So, he took up residence in some corner booth, ignoring the drink that had been placed in front of him by a waitress that had been keen on flirting with him. He had more important things to do than entertain advances. He needed to find his brothers. 

Someone slid into the booth, one of their knees bumping against his. Cody turned, ready to tell them to leave, when his breath caught in his throat. No. It couldn’t be… Could it? 

“If you’re trying to keep a low profile,” you said, face turned so that only he could see you, your hood covering the view of your face from the rest of the bar, “you’re doing a real bang-up job of it.”

“What?”

“Already counted three bounty hunters itching to dig their claws into the pretty clone trooper who went AWOL.” You glanced away from him. You frowned, watching someone that he couldn’t quite see. “Make that four.”

“I don’t understand—”

“C’mon, Commander, I know you’re not stupid!” There was an almost teasing lilt in your voice, hidden beneath the sternness. He wanted to question it, but you already slipped your hand into his, tugging him out of the booth. “Act like we’re madly in love. We might just get outta here alive.”

Cody’s face felt like it was on fire. If he was honest, he had dreamed about what it might be like to see you again, to find out had somehow miraculously survived the Order. He never imagined it would be like this. Though, he mused, a lot had changed since he saw you last. 

You let out a laugh as you walked through the bar, still hand-in-hand. When you neared the door, you leaned your head against his shoulder, moving your hand so you were now clutching his bicep. Cody let out of a laugh, too, trying not to act too stiff. You were saving his ass, it seemed. He couldn’t mess this shit up. 

“My place or yours?” he asked. It was an appropriate question for the circumstances, in case anyone was still paying attention to the seemingly in love couple stumbling out of the bar. 

“Mine,” you said, batting your eyelashes up at him. Cody’s heart stuttered in his chest. Kriff, he needed to get a hold of himself. You were playing a part. It didn’t mean anything (no matter how much he wanted it to). 

Cody let you take the lead. You guided him down the dusty streets, toward an inn on the edge of town. While the two of you walked, Cody tried to steady himself. No matter how much this seemed like the plot in a cheesy holonovel, he reminded himself, this wasn’t anything like that. You were a friend, an ally. Someone that was just watching his back. While his judgment was being clouded by his affection for you, it didn’t mean you felt the same. (Though, he admittedly couldn’t stop himself from wondering if you still had to follow the Jedi Code when the Jedi have fallen.) 

Your room at the inn wasn’t anything spectacular. A simple bed, a packed bag resting on a near-rotting chair. Were you living out of a suitcase? Never staying in a place long enough to fully unpack? Or were you about to leave and only stopped when you saw him? (Or, had you been following him? Watching his back? Waiting for the right moment to make your presence known? Did your Force abilities let you know he’d gone AWOL?)

Instead of asking any of those questions, or the thousands of others, floating in his mind, he chose to ask “How are you alive?” as you shut the door. 

You arched a brow at him. “Obi-Wan helped me escape the Order. I’ve been on the run since. Stuck mostly to the Outer Rim, places where the Empire hasn’t yet touched.” 

Cody’s heart thumped harder. He was alive? He was okay? Cody didn’t kill one of his closest friends? “Obi-Wan is still alive?”

“I don’t know for sure,” you admitted. “We went our separate ways. I don’t know what has become of him, just as he doesn’t know about me.”

“You can’t use the Force to tell?”

“He shut himself off from the Force,” you explained. You looked away from Cody, your face falling. “I can’t say I blame him. Every day, I consider cutting myself off, too.”

Cody’s hand twitched. He wanted to reach out, offer you a comforting touch. But, he worried that you wouldn’t like that. You lost everything, everyone, because of the actions of him and his brothers. He was sure you understood why, that they were following orders, but…Well, he knew if the roles were reversed, if the Jedi turned against the clones, he would feel deeply comfortable at best and enraged at worst. So, he kept his hands at his side.

“About that—” Cody cleared his throat, turning his gaze down towards his feet. “I wanted…I wanted to apologize for what happened. If, if I had known that everything would have gone the way it did, I would have disobeyed the Order the second it was given. I thought I was doing what was right. I know now that I was wrong, and I will spend every day trying to make up for that.”

You took a step toward him, standing right in front of him. You reached up, cupping his chin, tilting his head up so he would look you in the eyes. He fought the urge to nuzzle into the warmness of your hand. (Oh, how he had dreamed of you touching him so gently, so sweetly.) “It’s not your fault, Cody.” He opened his mouth to protest, but you kept talking. “I…I ran into Rex, after everything that happened. He said that all of the clones have chips in their heads that forced them follow the Order. It wasn’t your fault. There was no way for you to control it. Okay? I know the guilt is a heavy burden to carry, but the let the knowledge of it being beyond your control at least lighten it.”

Cody’s jaw clenched. Tears pricked at his eyes. Kriff. He couldn’t cry in front of you. He just couldn’t. He squeezed his eyes shut, but allowed himself to nuzzle into your hand, which had moved to cradle his cheek. 

“You are still a good man, Cody,” you said. “You always have been. I would not be here if you weren’t. I would not be so fond of you if you weren’t.”

“You…” He paused, his words catching his throat. He let out a shaky breath.“You’re fond of me?”

“How could I not be?”

“Because you’re a Jedi, and I’m just a clone. Another face in the Empire’s army.” Ever since the Empire replaced the Republic, the old insecurity had slowly crept up on him. It only got worse as he was forced to remove the yellow paint from his armor, as the Empire only referred to him as CC-2224 instead of his name. Then, when the Empire expected him to follow orders blindly like a mindless soldier, to never question what he was told, he felt little different than a droid.

“But you’re not, are you? You have always stood out, Cody. You and all of your brothers.” You leaned your forehead against his, your breath fanning over your face. “Can I admit something to you?”

“Always.”

“I used to dream, more often than I might care to admit, of leaving the Jedi Order with you. Of us finding a place to call our own. A small, little farm somewhere, perhaps.” You looked away for a moment. “Rex told me once about how one of your brothers, Cut, had fled, that he started a family on Saleucami. I often dreamed that we might to the same.”

Cody’s heart thumped harder, harder, harder. Before he could process what he was saying, he admitted, “If you had given the word, I would have followed you to the ends of the galaxy.”

A small smile pulled at the corner of your lips. “Would you still?”

“You just have to give me the word.”

Your hands fell from his face, coming to rest now on his hips. Tentatively, he wrapped his arms around you. (Oh, he liked this. He liked the feeling of you in his arms.) “You’re looking for Clone Force 99, right?” When he nodded, you said, “Lucky you, I have a ship and a decent lead on where they are, if you would like.”

Cody let out a laugh. “And how did you manage to find them?”

“I’m better at gathering intel than you,” you said. You laughed, too. “And while you were busy being noticed by all the bounty hunters, I saw a news report of a new Riot Racer named Tech on Safa Toma. Figured there can’t be too many Techs in the galaxy, can there?”

Cody smiled. “Well, lead the way, Master Jedi.”

“And you’ll follow? All the way to the ends of the galaxy?”

“All the way to the ends of the galaxy.”

and back again (PART 2)

[lady-de-mon-coeur]

Kiss addiction

Ao3

Rated T. Words: 828. Language: English.

Summary: Ladybug can't do without kissing her Chaton at every possible opportunity.

A/N: another one EXTREMELY self-indulgent fic of mine. No lesson to learn, no character development. Just smoochies.

It has been a few weeks since Ladybug initiated this.

It was just a brief, shy brushing of their lips at first. So brief that you could have easily mistaken them for the fruit of your imagination.

It started one day at the end of a patrol, when they were about to leave for home.

Their usual la bise suddenly seemed not enough for Buguinette anymore. So, after having backed away from him and contemplated him for a few moments, she stepped forward, and suddenly her lips passed so close to his that Chat Noir would have believed that she actually wanted to kiss him.

"What was that, my lady?" Chat Noir asked, blinking in confusion.

"What was what, Chaton?" Ladybug batted her eyelashes at him with such genuine surprise that he preferred to act as if nothing actually happened.

"Um… nothing. Nevermind." Chat Noir mumbled, not knowing how to react.

***

Maybe he just missed some social cues. Maybe that's just the kind of thing best friends and partners usually do to each other.

But then Ladybug started getting more bold with each passing day.

Chat Noir couldn't help but notice her staring longingly at him.

Her eyes kept flickering down to his lips every now and then.

She was sucking and biting her bottom lip, as if in anticipation of tasting something extremely delicious.

Sometimes she stuck out the tip of her tongue to lick her lips.

That was a mesmerising view to see his lady so smitten.

As if she had become addicted to kisses.

As if his lips were a candy she couldn't get enough of.

***

Soon, very soon, it didn't seem like la bise anymore.

They weren't simple pecks.

They were actual full-blown kisses now.

Soon she started doing it not only after their patrols but also before them.

During them.

After their famous "pound it!".

During akuma attacks.

As soon as she met him to take care of a villain.

Soon there wasn’t an occasion in which she didn't try to steal a kiss.

She was getting more and more greedy and thirsty.

The kisses were becoming more and more fiery and sensual. As if she wanted to eat up his lips.

Chat Noir didn't say anything. He asked nothing.

He knew he should, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it for the life of him. He didn't even know exactly why.

Perhaps he was too scared that if he did, all this would somehow turn out to be a dream.

So he continued to go with the flow, wondering where it would bring him.

Her lips were all sugary, and her lip balm tasted differently every day.

One day it was strawberry.

Sometimes it was cherry.

Peach.

Raspberry.

Vanilla.

Chocolate.

But the most important thing was that underneath all these flavours, there were always her hot and soft lips, capturing his with a demanding and passionate kiss.

If all that were just a dream, he wished he would never wake up.

This profusion of kisses was intoxicating him. He was definitely getting addicted to kisses as well.

***

And then that day has come.

She called him and told him to meet her at the top of the Eiffel Tower. But instead of talking to him, as he'd been expecting, she spent a whole hour kissing him senseless.

"My lady," Chat Noir murmured with his kiss-swollen lips when they paused for a minute to catch their breath. He felt a little dizzy, as if he were drunk on his lady's kisses. "What was that you wanted to talk to me about?"

"What?" Ladybug asked, sounding like a spoiled child, licking her plump lips, apparently going to resume their interrupted make-out session.

"Not that I mind doing what we're doing here, but I thought there was some emergency when you called me."

"There was an emergency," Ladybug purred, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and looking at him mischievously from beneath half-closed eyelids. "I was dying to see you, Chaton."

Chat Noir gasped. How could she say this to him so easily?

Ladybug didn't let him dwell too much on this by suddenly moving closer to sit on his lap, something she's never done before.

"Mon Chaton," she cooed, tugging slightly at his locks. "Mon minou", she whispered, poking his bell and making it ring. "Silly kitty," she murmured, placing her fingertip on his lips.

Her features suddenly twitched, as if she were struggling with a toothache. Her cheeks bloomed the brightest pink Chat Noir has ever seen. Her fingers started trembling feverishly. Chat Noir could hear her breath becoming uneven.

She clutched his shoulder as if she were drowning.

When Chat Noir leaned closer to take a careful look at her, much to his surprise, there were tears glistening in her eyes.

"My lady," he said worriedly, not knowing what could've come over her.

But then she opened her mouth to speak.

"I'm madly in love with you, Chaton."

[aurora-313]

Hi! Hope everything's fine!

I've been reading Black and Blue for a while and it's amazing, but that goes without saying. All your works and takes on Bleach are just perfect 😊. Fun fact? I hear the anime's OSTs while reading. Kaien sure is a badass when the visored theme plays, lol.

My question is: how does the other lieutenants and their 3rd seats, perhaps the younger ones, would look at Kaien? I have this question because I've been wondering specially about Yumichika and Hisagi, for some reason.

(okay, maybe it's because of the ship but that's not the point).

It's just that Yumi has that situation with his shikai and all, and Hisagi... well, honestly I've always looked at him and thought Ichigo with dark hair, so he's a tiny bit similar to Kaien, I think. If you squint.

If there isn't anything about them, please, tell me something about Kaien's trips. Did he met anything in Australia? Australian shinigamis 😂😂😂

Also, Kon thinking Ichigo had a boyfriend at the earlier chapters before Kaien saying he knew who Kon was made me laugh a lot. I could almost picture him holding a pride flag for Ichigo at some point, out of the blue lol. That's number one ally over there.

Wow, I can think of no higher compliment. I'm glad you've been enjoying my writing so much! And I'm glad my work makes you think of the OST, I frequently listen to the 03 anime's OST while writing and use them to sculpt the flow of the my chapters.

As for how the other Lieutenants will react to Kaien; well, canonically his name is still on many lips, even so long after his death. When these Lieutenants find out he's still alive - or came back to life - reactions will be understandably mixed. Aizen already pulled the stunt and tainted the gimmick. Not too hard to accuse him of being a plant to subvert the Gotei 13 (they're right. Just not the way they think, but that's spoilers).

Look at Rangiku. She was initially furious but cooled down after hearing his explanation and easily fell back into their old routine. Renji shit himself for understandable reasons, the others... well, their reactions will come in time. But given Kaien's a Visored now, I imagine that'll add another invisible divide that makes him an 'other' compared to them. First as a prodigal genius, now a Hollowfied Shinigami that they had standing orders to kill on sight until recently.

That being said, Kaien is a Shiba. When have they cared about being an outlier? He'll plow right through it with that bull-headed stubbornness and an easy-going charming smile.

But Hisagi specifically...? I sincerely believe they'd be fast friends, and I think Kaien might even defend him from Matsumoto's batting eyelashes. Plus, ya know, Kensei and Mashiro will be/is Hisagi's Captain and Co-Lieutenant, Kaien will be frequently visiting them and Hisagi will probably get roped into lunches or dinners or whatever they're doing.

As for places Kaien has travelled to: Egypt, Europe, Germany, Italy, Scandinavia, Africa. He's not met any psychopomps per se, but he has seen Valkyries (Scandenavia) and Shamans (Australia) in action.

However, there was an incident with Egyptian Priesthood in the Land of the Dead that Kaien, Kensei and Rose absolutely refuse to talk about, will violently silence anyone who tries and prefers to forget ever happened. The only comment that I'll make about that is the other Visoreds (namely Lisa and Hiyori) never thought they'd hear grown men screaming like little girls.

With Kon thinking Ichigo had a boyfriend because he was wringing his fingers over asking Kaien for help; that was just a one-off gag. A vehicle to get Ichigo and Kaien's conversation started. I wouldn't read anything into it.

Thanks for the ask~! I appreciate it. :D

[rubbercasing]

I'm with the person you're trying to shame. Tma/tme are another binary pair of terms that split people in half. Oppression isn't a complex chart of Pokemon types that counter each other, and no one's keeping score. If a bigot thinks you look funny, they will treat you funny. Bigots don't care how we identify, they just think we're gay.

bigots actually care quite a lot with how we identify in so far as they can beat you with it as a cudgel. there are plenty of conservatives around me who will not bat an eyelash at my nonbinary wife when they present masculine but if i present feminine but not feminine enough within an incredibly strict set of gendered boundaries they actively change their entire demeanor towards me for the worse. im treated like a failed, cast out woman by these people, not a failed man; if they were treating me like a failed man perhaps they'd be at least jovial about calling me a faggot under their breath.

likewise i don't know how to tell you that this is an intracommunity issue as much as it is an outside one. the fact that a tme person (whether cis male, cis female, trans male, or otherwise) has outsized ability to ostracize and outcast a tma person with community support behind it due to the fact that every tma person is on some level not believed to be truthful is a very core issue to not having our communities divide/conquered. i would rather shame someone for thinking this is just a cis issue and keep them in our fucking community than throw people to the fucking dogs like a call-out post ostracision.

also, very respectfully, fuck off then? id much prefer if people unfollowed me rather than asking for an explanation of a vent post which wasn't meant to be reblogged

[bylightofdawn]

I made a secret New Years resolution with myself that I would try and write something, even if it's only a few sentences a day in hopes that I could get back into the swing of fanfic writing. So I've been writing maybe a couple hundred words a day and I've made some progress into my next Jaster/Plo Koon fic so have a snippet in celebration of the fact I am slowly writing again.

For context, this is after Jango gets stabbed and is rushed to the Halls of Healing for emergency treatment. Myles was the one who accompanied him into the Temple and they are met by a young Mace Windu who is very cute, and extremely kind, if Myles wasn't worrying about Jango potentially dying on his watch, he'd probably be flirting up a storm with said very collected and mysteriously aloof Jedi.

This scene happens after Myles finishes cleaning up and features Mij who is one of the Cuy'val Dar from the Rep Comm novels because it's my spaghetti AU and I make canon my bitch.

Also? There are so many M-names in this scene it is the most awkward read ever but I'm kinda committed to the bit at this point, yanno?

As always, this is super rough and prolly has mistakes cause it's now 1am.

Their Jedi escort was standing there in an easy resting stance which somehow looked relaxed despite his ramrod straight posture.

His eyes widened almost imperceptibly in poorly masked surprise when he looked at Myles’s still bared face and the Mandalorian chalked it up to surprise at seeing a <I>Mando’ade</I> without his ever-present helmet on. 

How often did a Jedi get to see a Mandalorian who didn’t feel the need to be fully armored up head to toe in beskar’gam?. Myles met the Jedi’s eyes and fought back a smile.

“Apparently, our compatriots are going to be delayed. Would you mind showing us to the waiting room? Mace, was it?” 

“I would be happy to. This way if you please.” He indicated the hallway Jaster and Plo had disappeared down. Mij grunted in thanks and headed that way, not overly keen to wait for their Jedi guide but then again, the man probably had a better chance of navigating this maze of a medical wing better than all of them. 

“I’m Myles, by the way. I don’t think it’s on the other’s mind at the moment, but we really appreciate your people treating Jango.” He said as he offered his hand to the Jedi. 

After a moment’s hesitation, the other man reached out and grasped his in a firm shake. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Myles. I wish it were under better circumstances, but your friend is in the best of hands.”

“We won’t tell Mij that.” Myles mock-whispered conspiratorially and a brief flicker of amusement that flit across the Jedi’s face rewarded him.  

“I take if he is your healer?” 

“Medic, we don’t really have those fancy force healing powers but he’s the best medic I think I’ve ever met.” Myles admitted freely. “Though don’t tell him I said that. I don’t want to inflate his ego.”

“You two do know I can hear you right?” Mij snarked and shot them an exasperated look over his shoulder. 

“I forgot you have ears like a Rodian.”

“I can still hear you, shabuir.” The medic asked crankily. 

Myles just made a rude gesture at Mij before he clapped Mace on the shoulder with easy camaraderie. “He’s a little crabby because we’ve kept him up past his bed time.” He said with a smarmy smirk in Mij’s direction. 

If he’d been trying to get a rise out of the Jedi by invading his personal space, Mace didn’t seem to notice or bat an eyelash at him. Of course, considering he’d been crechmates with the likes of Kit Fisto and Eath Koth, he was used to such easy affection with his friends even if he wasn’t nearly effusive in his affections. 

“Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod?” Mij demanded and then perhaps as a concession to the fact Mace probably did not know what he was saying, he swapped back to galactic basic. “I’m not that old.”

“In body perhaps but in spirit, you’re practically ancient.” 

“Only because I’m forced to deal with di'kutla nerfherders like yourself, Myles.” 

“You know you love me, Mij.” 

“Like one loves a gnarly case of genital warts.” 

There was the barely there huff of air from the Jedi when his composure broke and something akin to a snort of laughter broke loose. In better circumstances, Myles might have counted that as a victory and would have felt cheered immensely but as it stood, all the banter in the world couldn’t completely shake the worry from his mind, especially not when they reached the sterile-looking waiting area. 

They’d decorated it in a soothingly neutral color palette and the seating definitely looked a cut above just about every other waiting room he’d spent time in. Gods knew he’d spent some time in some truly sketchy hospitals in his time but it still held the cold sterility all medical wards seemed to exude and all levity left his mind. 

Mij somehow looked even more dour as he pinned their Jedi escort with a look. 

“Is there a place I could observe the surgery? I’m assuming that’s where the Mand’alor and Master Koon are?” 

“That is typically reserved for next of kin but since you are the Mand’alor’s personal medic, I’m sure the healers would not object to an exception being made.” 

“Huh, ‘personal medic to the Mand’alor’? It looks like my star is rising, Myles. I have a new title and everything.” 

“Just don’t let it go to your head, vod” 

“Will you be staying here?” Mace asked him and Myles’s face went tight with dread at the prospect of watching someone he regarded as a kid brother under the knife. He was as comfortable with violence as any other True Mandalorian but I did not want to see Jango’s insides on display.

“No, I’m okay here.” 

“Is there anything I can get you while you wait? Some refreshments perhaps?” Mace hadn’t been assigned to wait on the Mandalorians hand and the misery that was bleeding into the Force around the other man was impossible to ignore as was the slightly lost look in his eyes so he himself moved to kindness and stepped beyond the simple bounds of his assignment. 

“I’m good, I don’t think I could stomach anything right now.” 

“As you wish.” He made a mental note to check in on the Mandalorian before he returned to his quarters for the night on the off chance he needed something or needed some company. No one should have to be alone in a waiting room without the support of friends or family.

“I will show you to the observation room.” With that, Mace showed the medic to the door that would lead deeper into the surgical ward and they left Myles cooling his heels in the waiting room.

It was going to be a long night.

[arent-i-the-fairest]

Hi! Can I request a continuation of ‘rendezvous’ where reader gets followed by the first years because they were acting suspicious and they’re seen being lovey-dovey with Neige? (and if it’s alright with you, reader also gets recorded and the video gets sent to the dorm leaders?) Thanks so much, I love all your hcs so much, they always make me smile :D

𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐳𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 (𝟐)

author’s note : i got so into this request lol— and ahhh yay!! to hear my writing is able to make people happy is so nice!! ♡ i hope you enjoy these hcs too!

part 1 here!

section 1 — their suspicions are confirmed.

“so this is why they were acting so weird earlier!”

ace trappola

feigns being grossed out and cranks out insults like there’s no tomorrow. adding onto the immaturity, he’s mocking every word that comes out of neige’s mouth. it’s equally hilarious as it is irritating to hear.

of course, behind all the mockery and fake disgust is heaps of jealousy that he isn’t in neige’s place. sneaking out with you at night, telling you cheesy lines, cracking jokes, and laughing with you are all things he wants to do with you so badly!

“perhaps it’s because i’m watching the stars with the love of my life!” ace imitated neige’s voice, clasping his hands together and batting his eyelashes.

“pshh, seriously! what’s he gonna go next? get down on one knee and ask them to marry him?” he paused before giving a quick peek at neige. “he better not..”

deuce spade

sad boy!! but he’s actually one of the ones who takes it the best. all it is is “ah. they’re taken. i’m sad, but i’m still gonna respect it and be happy for them.” for him. thinks the others should be like this too and is dismayed to see mostly everyone outwardly acting annoyed, mad, or upset.

“quit mocking him, ace! there’s no need for it!”

jack howl

he’s definitely a little hurt about this. not just because he kinda has a crush on you, but also because you’d keep a secret from him— he was sure you trusted him with all your secrets! but at the same time, he gets it. he wouldn’t want a bunch of people bothering him over some relationship either.

but all in all, respects your relationship despite how hurt he is.

everyone could only wonder what was on jack’s mind as he watched you with a longing look.

epel felmier

he doesn’t plan to try and snatch you from neige or anything (lie), but he can’t help but wonder what you like in a partner— or rather, what you like (or don’t like) about him. he looks at things about himself and wonders if it’s something you find attractive.

“do they not like me because i’m too cutesy? no, wait, neige is cutesy too— maybe it’s my haircut? or my personality? or—” “bro, calm down.”

sebek zigvolt

hurt, and doesn’t play it off well. when he’s asked by one of his friends what he thinks of you and neige’s relationship, he scoffs and tells them with his regular booming voice he couldn’t care less about it. except it’s horribly obvious to everyone he cares a lot about it. who’s he fooling with that sad expression and bad acting?

“you’re ridiculous, why would their relationship affect me at all?” sebek huffed, glaring at the person who asked. “they’re happy… so i.. don’t mind at all. i don’t have any romantic feelings towards y/n at all..” he whimpered, turning away.

section 2 — ace fucks things up :’(

“should we show the dorm leaders this?” ace asked, looking down at his phone. the rest of the group gave him a puzzled look.

“show them?” deuce asked. “you want us to go, wake them all up, and drag them here so they can see y/n and neige on their date?”

ace scoffed, rolling his eyes. “no, this!” he pointed at what was on his screen— a video of you and neige being all sweet with each other that he had secretly taken.

jack was the first to react— growling, he stepped towards ace. “you better not show ‘em! at least one of them will spread it further, and if word gets around the school that y/n and neige are dating, they could both end up in hot water!”

“d-don’t be talkin’ so loud, they’re gonna hear you! if they catch us, we’re dead!” ace nervously backed away from the beastman, not watching where he was walking— and accidentally stepped on a branch.

and damn, it was loud. everyone froze, looking at each other and waiting for one of them to break the silence.

“mission abort!” ace hissed as they all started tiptoeing away as fast as they could.

you looked behind you. “did i hear a branch snap? or am i going crazy?” you asked nervously, afraid that you two have been caught. neige, too wrapped up in romance, just shook his head.

“don’t worry, about it, darling. it was probably just a deer!” he cooed, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“yeah, you’re right. i’m being too paranoid, aren’t i?”

section 3 — the video reaches the dorm leaders, aka, probably the beginnings of war.

“what’s up with everyone today?”

almost all of your friends seemed to be in such low spirits today. they seemed fine yesterday, did something happen overnight?

well, yes. something did. the video of you and neige hanging out was sent to every dorm leader.

what are their feelings about all this?

riddle’s is deep in denial that he’s sad over it, but everyone knows damn well he is. they don’t blame him though, they are too— but anyways, it’s likely he was making (pitiful) attempts at flirting at you before, so he’s quite embarrassed that he was making advances at someone who was already taken.

the video is not what leona wanted to see first thing when he woke up. well, he wouldn’t have wanted to see it any other time of the day, but you get it. he’s grumpy the whole day— and probably will be for the next few weeks. he just can’t understand what you see in neige! 

how exactly is this supposed to affect azul? congrats on the relationship, you two can get a couple’s discount at mostro lounge— what? no, he did not cry enough tears to fill up a lake! that’s preposturous! he’s no crybaby! kicks aside several large buckets labelled “azul’s tears”

kalim is so… conflicted. he’s happy that you’re in a loving relationship but he’s sad because he’s very super-duper-extremely-in-love with you! ahh, what’s he supposed to do?! does he congratulate you? does he cry?

all i’m gonna say is that if neige sees vil, he better hide. and have 911 on speed dial.

idia kinda expected this, actually. of course you would be into neige and neige would be into you! you’re both ssr-tier characters— however! that does not stop him from being wildly jealous! he’s quietly ranting in his room with a bowl of snacks, ready to game all his feelings away.

malleus is of course saddened (and very jealous— he’s probably in the top 3 for most jealous), but he won’t mention anything about it— unless you start abandoning him. if you start ditching your nightly walks with him to meet up with neige instead, he’ll have a word with you.

[harfanfare]

Hey hey! Is the request still open? If it is, can I request for How To Win A Heart Of Azul? I really love your fanfics!

How to win a heart of Azul Ashengrotto?

a/n: I gave the reader a job — since I can’t see Crowley organizing and checking any documents he’s responsible for, the burden of dealing with NRC organization plans will fall upon you, a very competent human being.

Also, I am terribly sorry, anon, for the long wait... A really long wait.

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1. Decline an offer.

„Is that a no?” Azul's hand drops a little before he shifts the contract he laid out on the table a few centimetres back.

"Does it sound like a yes?" Your reply makes Octavinalle leader retreat and sit back in his armchair. His brows bend in a subtle frown and you can almost see how he bites the back of his cheek, not to retort quickly. "Of course, it's a no! These terms are obviously ridiculous, and, what you probably didn't expect, I can read discerningly."

Azul would have doubted that statement two minutes ago when you first entered his office.

In awe, gaping at each decoration in this stunning room, he couldn't help but recognize that the intimidation of Octavinalle greatness and the stressful situation you have fallen into was having a big impact on your sense.

What he didn’t know was that it didn’t mess up your mind and ability to think clearly as much as he hoped.

To his surprise, you could actually read and think. Such uncommon talents between anyone, who Azul wanted to force a contract, once they entered Octavinelle grounds.

"Well then," Azul starts again. He almost can't resist adjusting his shirt cuff, but it would make him seem nervous. Is he nervous? "We can surely negotiate. From me, I can guarantee you having any request done if it’s in my power. Also, until the end of this semester, every day, you won’t have to pay for one item on your menu. Does it satisfy you? I think it is equal,"—if not more, his tone suggests,—"a glance at the plans for next school event Principal Crowley entrusted you."

The word spreads quickly or Azul Ashengrotto knows too much. Perhaps both—the fact that Crowley suddenly conscripted the organizing committee in the shape of you and one student from Ignihyde is a too big piece of information to keep for yourself.

Winning some kind of contest—what the contest was about? Azul tries to recall your profile he studied yesterday's evening. Creative thinking...? Art of manipulation? Getting on the nerves of Octavinalle students?—with your fellow Ignihyde colleague made you in charge of planning new events on the school's behalf. No one knew much, but from the brief introduction to the school's new year events, there was no one in the school whose interest wasn't picked by any of the festivals.

There is no doubt the events will interest many people outside of NRC.

And that's why Azul must have the plans.

"Forget it," you say curtly, getting up from your chair. You spare Azul last glance, just to see how his hands subtly shake in the irregular rhythm of frustration throbbing in his veins. A trace of a reluctant smile appears on your lips and Azul's expression goes blank for a second. "This time, you will have to try a little bit harder to get what you want."

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2. Start a war.

Azul takes pride in touting people to sign a contract.

Most students of the campus, plenty visitors during NRC's events, commoners, royals... And it is usually them craving the opportunity. Not vice-versa.

“What is that you want?”

You don’t have to turn around to know who has been searching for you all day. Messages from your friends that Azul Ashengrotto was asking about your whereabouts, made you almost avoid him, just to irritate him more.

“I wish for love,” you turn on a heel to face him. The sigh that escapes his lips slowly makes you stop batting your eyelashes theatrically. “Joking. That's pretty cliché thing to say, you know?”

Azul lifts one unimpressed eyebrow. “What is it?” He repeats his question.

Finally, you fall quiet and he takes the silence as you ponder. “Hmm... I don't know. This trade can get any of my wishes to come true after all, no?”

“...You will know where you'll find me if you find your answer.”

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3. Love the food.

“Here again, [Name]?”

The question welcomes you the moment you enter Mostro Lounge. You raise your hand as a quick “hello” before making your way to him.

There aren’t many students in the lounge, and that’s most likely because of the hour; it isn’t either early or late, and people just started to get hungry. It makes the atmosphere special with only a few tables being occupied and just by quiet people.

You can hear a jazz beat that always fades when people gather here at the evening hour.

“Don’t judge me,” a subtle smile plays on your lips as you sit next to him. Some days Azul just goes to Mostro Lounge (probably to collect information; people are often really cheery to share their thoughts and gossips once the food is served), and you just happen to join him.

Giving him the hope to get some news from you is a very tempting hobby you can’t deny yourself.

“I could never,” states Azul, politely shifting some documents to another side of the table. He doesn’t bother to hide them at all since you will be the one checking these in Crowley's place.

“Are you also taking guilty pleasure from eating sweets?” Azul jerks his head at you with emotion you can’t describe as surprise or shame. Perhaps both, but the latter is still increasing as Azul registers his reaction.

Your lips curve in a teasing grin.

“Wh- What?” Azul breathes the question at last, just after other Octavinalle student served your ordered drink. You are delighted whenever he’s in distress. Unwittingly playing with the straw, there is a noticeable shade of smugness on your smile. “No. I’m not that type of person you’re thinking of.”

“Yeah, right,” you take a sip of your drink, throwing Azul an unimpressed look. His papers are completely forgotten as other arguments form in his head. “Good luck with convincing yourself.”

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4. Don't get manipulated.

Good luck.

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5. Befriend Leech twins.

"Nee~ Shrimpy~ Entertain me!" Floyd’s wails ring in your ears, as his thoughts are roaming through the room for the sixth time.

You exhale deeply. He is being difficult on purpose.

"I don’t really want to," you say resolutely, which doesn't stop Floyd's whines. His complaints lack, however, amusement from before and you start expecting the moment when his mood will snap. Before that could happen, a polite chuckle from behind makes you shift your attention to another Leech twin.

“Floyd and I were hoping that you will have a better idea to spend an enjoyable break,” Jade comments, and all you can do is give him a flat stare. When Leech twins suddenly try to get close to you, how could you not get suspicious?

The question is, are they doing it at Azul’s request?

“Well, what do you want to do?” At your question, Jade, without any special inquiries, looks at his brother who gives you a little hum in response.

“Do you wanna play a prank on Azul~?” Floyd asks. There is no threat in his voice, but you can feel being tested.

...But who are you to refuse to investigate Azul’s weakness with his close acquaintances?

“Sure.”

“I will join as well,” Jade says, a professional camera in his hands. The little mushroom sign on it tells you that it’s part of the club's equipment. “Azul’s reactions are too valuable to have not been saved in a photo.”

“It will serve as a blackmailing material, won’t it?”

“It will.”

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6. Avoid PE together.

He opens the door.

"And what you might be doing here?" Azul shudders from surprise, and his head snaps in your direction. You wave in his direction and observe how his muscles relax once he recognized a familiar face.

You couldn’t blame him for his reaction. School’s storage filled with all necessary items for PE lessons is not popular enough for two people to meet up. Especially, if the said lesson hasn’t even started.

"...I don’t know,” he answers carefully and tries not to make any unnatural moves as his eyes scan your silhouette. Judging from your sporty attire and a broom that was unceremoniously tucked into the corner of the room, you were prepared for the next PE lesson. “And what are you doing here?”

“I don’t know!” A lot of frustration was put into your words. You pinch your nose to collect your thoughts, feeling a headache already forming at the back of your head. Your gaze returns to Azul. “...But I know that I don’t want to attend Mr Vargas’ special lessons.”

“That makes us two,” he says and crunches next to you. You couldn’t help but smile subtly at the thought that these words were his most sincere expression since your first talk.

“Right... Don’t you have any dorm-related duties that you can use as an excuse?” You ask, and his eyes flash at you, stars of sudden amusement making them twinkle. He clearly remembered something. Seizing a great opportunity, you decide to take it. “I can be your assistant! The idea was mine, and I am terrified about Vargas’ new tutoring program.”

“...I guess it’s fair enough.” He feigns the resigned sigh, and you reach your hand to help him stand up. Unconsciously noting that your hand is much warmer than his, he accepts it. “Let’s go.”

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7. Be a help.

When Jade told him there is someone who would like to work half-time at Octavinelle, Azul didn’t expect them to be you. Don’t you already have a lot of work from Crowley? Better question: why? Do you urgently need money for something?

He decided to ask. “Will you be working for money? I believe it’s not a friendly help.”

There is a lot of lethargy in his voice, although his attention is fully focused on you. His eyes scan your appearance but find no sign of something going wrong. At least, at first glance, you seem healthy and well.

He lets out his breath now, hesitantly noting how stiff he has been since you walked in.

"I guess so," you give him an informative nod. “I am short on cash right now.”

“Why?” You give him a shrug as an answer. It always seems like you have less money than you think you have. There is a note of worry in his voice and it makes you somehow pleased. “Are you having financial problems?”

“Well, it’s good to have an additional coin in your pocket,” you chuckle. “People say that money can’t buy happiness, but you all Octavinelle students, are pretty hyped in general, you know?”

You can see how Azul holds back to roll his eyes.

“I think we are having a bad influence on you, [Name].” He adjusted his glasses, but blue eyes never left yours. He only breaks eye contact to search for a contract. “Either way, welcome. Jade will assign you your tasks for the next month.”

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8. Remind him of his worth.

There will always be bad days in your life. In Azul’s too.

“Sorry for my appearance...” were Azul’s first words once you meet him at Mostro Longue, and by that, you already know that something is wrong.

Your brows furrow in concern, as you take a seat next to him.

There is only a menu at the table, no papers related to work are in plain sight. There is no particular reason for you two to meet up, but none of you points it out. The silence between you two would be comfortable if Azul wasn’t creating a depressing aura around himself.

“You look as always,” you start slowly, weighing your words. From the empty shade in Azul’s eyes, you read that this conversation enters a minefield where a bad word can lead to ruin. “Well... Are you going to order yourself anything?”

One just exploded.

“You-! You don’t understand—!” He raises his tone, students from the next table subtly start listening in. Sharply, in rigid movements, he leans on the table and hides his face in gloved hands. His tone is much more lowered, barely louder than a whisper. “I can’t! I really can’t... I can’t let myself get out of shape again, because I...”

He falls silent and you take a moment to form a sentence before speaking up.

“I don’t know,” you say in the most soothing voice you can bring up. At first, you aren’t sure if he listens to you. “But if you need someone to tell you how awesome you are, I can introduce you to my friends. Do you know what they told me? That you’re ‘a handsome gentleman, who knows his business. Maybe it’s a little embellished description.” The indifference was harder to keep up with increasing difficulty. “They never signed a contract with you, however, and I would say in addition that you can be a bit too stingy in terms of money.”

Azul was now sitting properly. Except for some paleness on his face (but it could just be light), he didn’t look as if he just had a breakdown. A momentary breakdown, but still...

Trying not to notice his gaze that is inexplicably stuck to you, your hand goes to the menu and shifts it closer. Only after briefly glancing over the list of desserts and drinks, do you dare to look up at him again.

“Besides, people who aren’t afraid to eat in front of people are hot,” you gesture generally around Mostro Longue. Most students here wasn’t afraid to order whatever they wanted and food filling their plates was a measurement of their palate, confidence (or indifference) and budget. “And that all food is waiting for you. And, Azul, you have impeccable taste in picking out treats.”

“...Allow me, then,” he takes a menu from you. He is really grateful for the blue lights in here, that mix up with the red on his cheeks. Just after receiving your order, he clears his throat, focusing your attention on himself and plates full of ice cream in front of you. “...If I will gain weight, you will have to join me at my training.”

You take a spoonful of your ice cream, winking at him when you catch his gaze. “Deal.”

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9. Give him hope.

“I will sign the contract,” you told him. “I will be at Octavinelle in the evening, so wait for me.”

He has no idea what to think.

He should be excited, shouldn’t he? Then, what’s wrong? Why something is eating him from inside? What is eating him from inside?

After all, he will finally have the plans. It won’t probably put much pressure on you from Crowley that will forgive you this time (since you do a great job). But other dorm students? Won’t they know about the deal? Will they start to mistreat you?

Something twists in Azul’s stomach.

“...I should worry about whatever I will have to trade for the plans...” He tries to shift his attention. It doesn’t work as he is antsier than a few minutes ago. Being in his office isn’t calming at all peace that haunts the room doesn’t distract him from unpleasant thoughts.

He sighs with frustration. He can’t even relax.

“There are few hours left...”

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10. Have him indebted and at your mercy.

“Won’t you be in trouble because of this deal?” He asks the moment you enter his office. You smile at the question and reply just after taking a seat in front of his desk.

“I asked my friend about it and they said that only Octavinelle is so fixated on this event,” you admit. So you also thought about other dorms, Azul notes. “There is no big loss for me.”

“I assume you came with an offer.” His tone is business-like. It does not fit his eyes with the voice, as they give you an impression of everything that Azul tries to hide at the moment; a little bit nervous, mostly concerned and quite... lonely?

You lower your gaze.

“I ask for a favour in exchange.”

“And what it might be?” Azul asks. “I can’t give you money if that’s what you-”

“Go on a proper date with me.”

“-ask for.” A moment of silence stretches through the room. Does he have auditory hallucinations? Is he dreaming? What? What? “What?”

“Will you go— on a date— with me-?” You ask slowly, but there isn’t as much confidence in your voice as before. The words catch up in your throat and with Azul’s shocked and confused eyes on yourself, you start to have second thoughts. You lower your lashes. “If you don’t want to, just say no, and I will think of something else. I think, however, it’s a pretty good deal for you,”

“No! I mean, yes!” He says in an indifferent-feigned tone and your eyes don’t fail to let go of his blue ones. Crimson colours burst on his cheeks. “Yes, well, I agree.” He repeats. “I agree.”

[nylwnder]

make me feel good | william nylander

gif by 9116

a/n: okay, i was completely inspired by a dream i had the other night and i just had to write a fic of it so you can thank my horny brain for this!

warnings: SMUT, virgin!reader, soft sex, oral (f receiving)

word count: 2.4k

taglist: @11livpangburn , @bords , @stars-canucks , @spine-buster , @melissasturges90 , @themotogirl , @thenhlhastakenovermylife

you laughed at morgan’s joke, though your eyes trailing off to look at the blonde standing beside him. a smile was on his face, a giddy chuckle escaping his lips. you wished that anybody could keep telling jokes just to hear his cute ass giggle again.

though, the conversation between you and the other four boys around you was interrupted by clinking of glass. turning around to see a lady standing in front of the mic, she ushered you all to go back to your seats so you could hear some speeches from management. morgan guided you back to your table, you sat down and listened.

you were attending one of the toronto maple leafs’s charity balls with morgan rielly, one of your closest friends. after he asked you to be his plus one, you were looking forward to getting out of the house. but most importantly? perhaps seeing the blue eyed swede that you haven’t stopped thinking about since the day you met him. and there he was, sitting beside you, morgan on your other side. willy didn’t bring anyone with him which meant he stuck around his teammates throughout the evening, the two of you finally sharing an actual conversation for the first time in a while.

“so how much did mo have to convince you to come?” willy asks quietly, while you wait for the food to be served. you laugh softly, “i hadn’t been like out out in weeks cause of school so, it didn’t take much. the real question is how long did it take them to convince you to come?” you said smiling while looking at him. he smiled, “more than you then. obviously i appreciate the good cause, but hearing a whole ton of old men yap about the money and all the business stuff, doesn’t interest me.” you nodded, “fair enough. so what does interest you, william?” giving off a playful curious tone.

willy fought hard to not simply say ‘you’. he felt like he hadn't seen you in months, that just the sight of you was so refreshing to him. though, he kept true to himself and decided to still say something flirty, “many things. but i couldn’t tell you here with all these people around.” giving you a subtle smirk. “hm, you can tell me later then.” you said before taking a sip of the champagne. he looked back at you, his eyes perked.

—

after eating, you and morgan mingled around the room some more before the event would end. “i’m going to go get another drink” you whispered to mo before you left. making your way to the open bar, you gave the bartender your order before a familiar figure walked up beside you. “make it two, please” willy says, leaning against the counter and looking straight ahead. “i mean baby, i love the dress but i think it’d look better when i’m zipping it off, don't you think?”

your eyes shot to his playful face, his head tilted as he finally looked down at you. you scoffed, “just the normal things that run through your mind, eh?” he laughed a bit as the bartender placed the drinks on the counter. “you’re not far different than me” you say, this time you didn’t kill eye contact as fast - looking into his eyes, seeing far more than curiosity in there. william never actually seeing you act like this with him before, but god did he love it.

batting your eyelashes, you also made the move this time. “wanna leave? it’s true what you said, there are many more interesting things i can come up with than this.” squinting his eyes lightly, “what about mo?” willy asked - testing your invite. you looked over, he was stood there with john tavares; the two being trapped in a conversation with other people. “he’s alright”

“then i’ll lead the way, sweetheart” he says, bowing down before letting you hook your arm around his own.

—

willy opened the door to his condo, letting you go in first. it was pretty big, but you got turned around before you could look any further. he held your face in his hands, hesitating a bit just to see your push to go for it. looking down to his lips and to his eyes with a small whine escaping you was enough of a cue. it was beyond better than what you imagined it would feel like.

the kiss immediately became heated, and you began moving willy to his couch. he sat down, and you kicked off your heels as will kicked his own shoes off as well. he helped you as you straddled him, taking your hands to his cheeks before they went to the nape of his neck when you connected your lips with his once again. for fun, you grinded down on him and you could feel his bulge growing more and more. you felt yourself blush a bit, that you could make the william want you just like you want him.

with your confidence growing more, you grinded harder this time letting a groan escape from willy. you lightly bit his lip when you did it again and again and you were surely driving him crazy. “fuck, come here” will said, as he lifted the both of you up. walking to his bedroom, he threw you on the bed “enough, love”

you smirk at him and you kiss again, in fact making out like there’s no tomorrow. you start stripping each other from your clothes - your fingers struggling at the small buttons of his shirt. he broke the kiss to quickly rip open the top for you, you giggled as you threw it to the floor. laying there with your bra and panties, william was hovering over you with just his pants. though, trying not to be distracted by his incredibly toned chest in full sight, you knew you needed to tell him a very important thing. that being well, that, “willy, um- i’m a virgin.” yeah that.

looking into his eyes, you felt the way that his whole body softened. his grip on your thigh lightened up and he began softly rubbing it instead. looking directly into your eyes, he spoke with sternness but gentleness, “okay. we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” he says, but you quickly shot down his proposition. “no, no i so want to fucking do this” you say, tugging at his hair “i just need you to know.” he nodded, “then tell me whenever you want me to stop. i don’t want to hurt you, so please.” you smiled, “okay”

pulling him in for a more tender kiss, every touch from now on was just like that - contrast to the ones you’ve already shared within the minutes. his lips started to slowly kiss down to your neck, then down your chest and when he got to your thighs your breathing intensified. he looked up at you, seeing anticipation in your face as his breath over your core sent shivers all over your body. “make me feel good”

he smiled and you were writhing under him in minutes, tugging at his hair as his hands gripped your thighs. your body completely embracing the foreign feeling of his tongue rotating from lapping to sucking your cunt. once you were close, willy noticing with the way your whines became more persistent, he told you some praises before you were licked clean. “tastes so fucking good, love” kissing your inner thigh once more before making his way back up. kissing you passionately, your tongue found the taste of yourself on his soft pink lips.

you started to unbutton his dress pants that seemed to become more tighter by the minute. you slip your hand in, palming before pushing down the band of his boxers. your initial thought was to jerk him off to repay for what he did to you, but willy stopped you quickly. “no no, this is your night, you’re not doing that for me”

the way the dim light of his apartment shined against his face, as he looked down on you lovingly, he quite literally never looked hotter. you smile, his hands find their way to take off his pants before unhooking your bra. letting out a low groan at his sight, “so pretty” he whispers to you while giving your boobs a light squeeze and some wet kisses. he lets you pull down his boxers, releasing what you’ve been imagining for years.

your body language showing a bit more nerves than before, willy kisses you softly, rubbing your sides. “are you sure you want to go further?” you nodded but he asked for you to speak with words, “yes please.” jerking himself a bit, you watched as pre-cum shined his tip. he was thick and pretty long, and you could feel your pussy clenching already. reaching for a condom from his nightstand, you bit your lip as he rolled it on and aligned himself to your entrance. after hooking your leg around him, he looks down to you. placing a kiss on his lips, “i’m ready” you say, gripping onto his shoulders just to be prepared.

giving you a soft smile, he slowly pushed himself in. your nails dig into his shoulder as you arch your back just a bit. “fuck” you whine, pulling him in closer as he kisses your cheek “are you okay, sweetheart?” giving yourself a minute, you bit down on your bottom lip nodding, “mhm, you can move” you say bucking your hips a tad. he did so gently and as he continued, the slight pain started to fade and began being replaced by pleasure. your soft noises echoed across the condo, willy’s hand gripped yours that was tightly tugging at the bedsheet - showing you that you’re able to use him for assurance and support.

upping the pace a bit more, you felt confident with the feeling of willy deep inside of you. that also made you start contemplating a thought you had since you two came here: whether or not to tell him if you could switch into a cowgirl position. seeing the way he was groaning in your ear, his lips leaving sloppy kissing on your jaw, you figured that the both of you would enjoy your idea. “c-can, can we finish with me in your lap?” you ask, will’s eyes searched for any type of insecurity in you, but all he saw was the way you felt comfortable around him, and the way you knew you were in control of this situation.

he pulled the two of you up, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck. as he looked into your eyes once more, you gave him an innocent stare, though it was quickly laced with lust and sending willy over the edge. you sat down on him, your mouth falling open and your eyes closing shut. “oh fuck, you’re so thick” you whined in his ear, he hummed as he soothed you with his large and warm hands. you moved again, this time forward and backwards and you slowly opened your eyes to let your head fall towards his. he smiled at you, kissing your nose and saying “you’re doing so good, baby”

smiling back at him, his hands steady on your hips to help you move. when you began to feel like the coil in your stomach was about to snap, you asked for willy to pump in and out of you. bitting your lip again at his semi-surprised face, “whatever you want, love”. when he did it the first time, he pulled you in close as you moaned and cried in his ear which you knew he loved. the sounds coming from you and the way you were so tight around him, william was practically trying his hardest to hold himself together so you could cum at the same time.

“so-so close will-” your words became muffled by your own cries. willy took one of his hands and began rubbing your throbbing clit and that had you stuffing your face in his neck as he moved you gently to make the euphoric feeling last as long as it can.

once you both finished, he had you resting on his chest so you could try to catch your breath. kissing the side of your head and then your lips, you ran your fingers through his hair and pulled him down with you. your back now laid on the pillows, william following without taking himself out of you. smiling, you admired his face for a bit - his warm gaze on you while you did so.

kissing your hand that laid on his arm, he slipped out of you making you whine and buck your hips at the emptiness. he kissed your leg before getting up and telling you to stay put. he walked back out with a cloth in his hands and came to sit beside you. opening your legs, he squeezed the cloth to let a few drops of warm water drip down your slit, before delicately cleaning you up. “there you go” he says, before cleaning himself and throwing the towel back in the washroom.

gathering the clothes that lay scattered across the floor of his room, he neatly piled them on a chair near the corner of the room. he held up his own button shirt, turning to ask you, “do you want to wear my shirt? or even your panties?” you shook your head no, “is it okay if we stay like this?” he smiled, putting the clothes back down and getting into the bed with you. “that sounds perfect actually,” he says, making sure the comforter covered you well before pulling you into his chest.

the warmth of his body, with the soft feeling of his skin and his soothing heartbeat, you sort of forgot where you were for a moment until willy spoke, “you feel alright?” he asks lovingly. you looked up at him, his blue eyes looking down at you, “yeah! i mean fuck did you make me feel really, really good.” you said back to him smirking. he kissed the top of your head, before replying with “don’t even get me started on how you made me feel”. you both shared a small laugh, your eyes fluttering closed. he hugged you tight and you melted into him. it wasn't long before you were lulled to sleep.

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