#His Glorious Long Silky Hair | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

holybibly · 1 month

Text

𝔐𝔶 𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔈𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 | Seonghwa x reader

Pairing: Emperor Seonghwa x Virgin Bride reader Summary: You dreamed that your love would be like a cherry blossom - tender and beautiful, but instead you are going to get married to the Great Emperor of the Park Dynasty - the cruel and depraved "Lunar Dragon" Park Seonghwa.

Genre / Au / Trope : Smut, historical!AU, arranged marriage!AU, s2l, Royal!AU, Rating: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI Word count: 11.6 k

Warnings: Unprotected sex, deflowering, corruption kink, first time, virgin kink, fingering, degrading, pet names, size kink, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, oral, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, сreampie, rough sex, rough oral, power play, praise kink, and more.

net: @cultofdionysusnet A|N: Bunnies, as promised, I am going to spoil you with something absolutely glorious and wicked at the same time. Elegant depravity, that's what this is. Although I struggled to make this work, it has turned out to be absolutely amazing. I hope you're going to love Emperor Seonghwa as much as I love him. Have fun, bunnies, tonight is the night of the fall of the stars.

ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 @tiny-apocalypse @captain-joongz @alicedawitchbish @woohwababes @wlv-asteria @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisprincesss @lavishloving @teagietots @spooo00oky @sousydive @hwapou @bunnliix @softwsan @mjyungi @fantasy2wonderland @noirsfantasy @cassies-cookies @renaholicss @luffypants @hyukssunflower @watermelon2319 @peachygiku @bunnyxoxodarling @stolasisyourparent @soranosnowbunny @certifiedmoa @sanglix @slvtiny @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @hecateslittlewitchling @xxawl @pastellbunno @starlletsblog @seonghwasstar @hwanring @vtyb23 @pearltinyy @minjaeum @chasevixx @bomi-ja @onedumbho3 @sanglix @cursedeastern @itza-meee @pinkies-things @atinism @mxnsxngie @nenefix-on @therealcuppicake @annafeebou @sharksandminhos @@lixies-pixieboy @@vampzity @0rangemilk @yellow-foxxing

"Mom, I'm so frightened..." You barely whisper as you sit in front of the luxurious, heavy, gold-framed mirror as servants scurry about you, combing your long, jet-black hair and gathering the smooth, silky tresses into a traditional wedding hairstyle. Massive gold jewelry set with rubies and topaz framed your head and secured your long scarlet veil—the veil of a virgin bride. You stared at your reflection in the mirror with large, wide-open eyes full of anxiety, your hands trembling nervously as you clasped the thin silk of the white robe in your lap. Your whole body was slightly shuddering with a sense of fear and dread that bound your chest like stems of icy roses full of sharp thorns, which wrapped around your delicate, pale bones and prevented you from taking a full breath. It was so natural to be afraid, not only of the fact that in a few hours you would be the wife of a great and powerful man, a man who had power over everything in your world—the greatest emperor of the Park Dynasty, "Lunar Dragon" Seonghwa—but also of your first wedding night.

"You should be proud of the fact that the Great Emperor has chosen you out of a million other girls, Y/N. His Majesty Emperor Seonghwa wants you and only you, and you must obey his wish without questioning and be the wife he would admire. You have my meaning, Y/N." Your mother said. She looked at the magnificent crimson robe, richly embroidered with gold thread, that the Emperor had chosen for you. The robe was magnificent, a perfect embodiment of His Majesty's exquisite taste and the ancient traditions of the ruling Park dynasty. Only surpassed by the brilliance of the great stars themselves and the hypnotic glow of Emperor Seonghwa's dark feline eyes were the stars and moons embroidered on the seemingly endless tail of your wedding gown. "After all, the empress must be a virgin when she ascends the throne; that is the tradition, and your purity and chastity will give the emperor a strong heir." Your mother's voice was calm and unemotional. It was as if she were talking about the most mundane of things, not your virginity.

Your mother had explained to you many times how things were going to go down on your wedding night. She hadn't gone into great detail, only saying that you should do your best to please the Emperor. But now you had a good idea of what would happen when you were alone with the Seonghwa, and it couldn't help but frighten you.

The marriage contract between your family and the ruling Park dynasty was made almost immediately after the birth of the current Emperor Seonghwa. Your family had many daughters, each one more beautiful than the one before. You never thought that you, the youngest of them all, would be the future wife of the Emperor. You had only met Seonghwa once, and then only briefly, remembering only his blowing in the wind silk robes, turquoise, and his long hair, the most beautiful shade of sakura blossom.

But you have heard many gossipy stories about Seonghwa, and they filled you with fear and kept you awake at night.

He was a cruel ruler—overbearing, selfish, proud, and arrogant. And Seonghwa was also absolutely insatiable; all the servants in the palace whispered about what a huge sexual appetite the emperor had and that his poor virgin bride would not be able to properly satisfy his hunger and desires. He had a huge harem of girls and handsome, exquisite young men who rotated in and out of His Majesty's chambers with an enviable frequency. Seonghwa never fucked the same concubine more than once. He could point his finger at anyone who interested him, and that person would be in his bed in no time. And tonight you will have to share his bed, and unlike the concubines who spend the night with him and then disappear into the luxurious gardens of the harem to continue their lives, you will have to stay by his side until death do you part, serving and worshipping him as your emperor and husband. And, of course, you will have to provide him with an heir—preferably more than one.

The purpose of your life is the continuation of the dynasty.

You were intensely jealous of all your sisters, who were free to choose their husbands, who were free to marry for love, now that you would be the bearer of the unbearable burden of the crown. You never asked for it; you never wished for it. Seonghwa was extremely wealthy; he was the most powerful ruler in the world. He enslaved and conquered lands as if it were child's play. Even though the Emperor showered you with jewelry and gave you lavish gifts to marry, you didn't care. He would never love you, and you couldn't imagine a world where you could have love and desire for a man who knew nothing but the flames of war and debauchery.

"I'm very scared of him, Mum..." You said again as you watched one of the maids place a golden hairpin set with a black onyx into your hair, given to you by one of the Seven Great Generals of Seonghwa, Choi San.

The dark-eyed demon had given it to you personally this morning, and looking at the man's otherworldly beauty, you couldn't help but think of the rumors that the generals were bound to Seonghwa not only by the battlefield and the hot blood that ran down their arms like scarlet rivers, but also by the silk sheets of the emperor's bed. And perhaps the devilish gleam in San's eyes as his plump, soft lips pressed sensuously against your wrist in a sign of respect meant that you would be able to confirm or deny the rumor in no time at all.

Right now, all you wanted was for your mother to make everything better for you, to spare you from the fears and terrible thoughts that swirled around in your head like a swirl of falling sakura petals, the color of which reminded you of Seonghwa's hair. You were a grown girl, hours away from becoming Empress, but there was a small part of you that longed to be safe and comforted by your mother. You wished with all your heart that she would be able to make Emperor Seonghwa change his mind and choose one of your sisters instead of you.

But it was impossible to do that. No one in this world had the right to go against the wishes of the great Emperor 'Lunar Dragon' Park Seonghwa. He chose you without even bothering to explain why, simply pointing his finger at you as you spent time with your sisters in the Imperial Garden during one of your family's visits to the palace.

"She will be my Empress. She will be mine." Seonghwa said, and you saw the eyes of your mother glisten with tears that had not been shed.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart." Your mother whispered to you. "But perhaps the Emperor will be a good husband. If he wants to have strong and healthy heirs, he'll have to treat you well."

Your mother tried so hard to be brave for you, and you were forever grateful to her for that. In your family, it was always believed that a man had to treat his wife well if he wanted her to bear him a large number of children. And your father really did idolize her, judging by the fact that your mother gave birth to nine children. You could only hope that Emperor Park would follow this wisdom, but you really had doubts that Seonghwa would make any effort to honor and follow your family's traditions. He probably didn't care about anything except increasing his power and satisfying his animal sexual desires.

Seonghwa was a true dragon, not only by blood but by nature. A predatory beast dressed in silk robes and glittering jewels.

"I will do my best to please him." You murmured, and you immediately heard the soft chuckle of a maid tucking a veil into your hair. You cast an angry glance at the slender girl, and her cheeks flushed in an instant. But you could understand the reason for her laughter. What pleasure could a virgin give an experienced and lecherous emperor, whose luxurious bed was warmed by the most beautiful and seductive girls and boys in the empire?

It was a bit of a delusion on your part to wish for that. Most likely, Songhwa would see you as just another beautiful thing in his collection, spending the rest of your life bearing children and sitting on a velvet cushion. Once the wedding ceremony was over, you would be nothing more than his next great conquest.

"Give me your hand, My Lady." Another of the maids spoke to you politely, and you reluctantly held out your cold palm to her. The girl carefully placed a heavy gold bracelet on your wrist, engraved with a dragon with rubies glinting ominously in its eyes; it was more like a shackle, another gift from the General, this time given to you by the magnificent Kim Hongjoong.

As you knew, Hongjoong was not only one of the seven generals and Seonghwa's confidant, but also his close childhood friend, with whom he grew up and shared everything in his life. Hongjoong was also the one who visited you more often than the other generals. He had a devilish gaze and a sly curve of blood-red lips, and he instilled in you the same animal terror as Seonghwa himself. You thought that everything he touched or said had an ulterior motive, and frankly, you didn't really want to know the true meaning of his actions, but the smile he gave you last night when he handed you the bracelet left you no choice. Sooner or later, you will find out, but by then, it will be too late to try to escape the Golden Emperor's cage. Your life, like your body, will belong to Seonghwa from now on.

You swallowed hard as the maids began to remove the robe from your shoulders. It exposed your sun-untouched skin.

"My Lady, it is time..."

You could hear your mother sobbing softly as the bloody silk flowed down your body. She seemed to be holding back the tears from all of them for your sake. Your heart was beating faster, and your fingers were starting to tremble. You were only a few hours away from your inevitable destiny and several miles of ceremonial procession, at the end of which would be the Great Lunar Dragon, Seonghwa Park.

The anxiety of it all almost made your stomach hurt.

The wedding ceremony was grand; your golden palanquin was carried solemnly down a street strewn with flowers and silk ribbons to the cheers of the crowd welcoming their new Empress. The flash of his cherry blossom hair and the firm, possessive palm of his hand that took yours before leading you up the great staircase 'to heaven' are all you can remember of Seonghwa. It was all a blur to you—the rich scent of incense and flowers making your head spin and a nervous knot tightening in the pit of your stomach. Your hands were cold in the Emperor's hot palms as you made your marriage vows. Your lips trembled as you swore to be his precious wife and to carry the burden of a great empire on your shoulders as his Empress. Tears welled up in your eyes.

Songhwa's soft, velvety voice whispered in your ear, "You belong to me.".

Nothing in the universe could have prepared you for his kiss - fiery, passionate, and hungry, it seemed as if Songhwa wanted to drink your soul through that kiss, to consume you whole, to turn your will and your desires to ashes. You heard the rapturous cheers of the seven generals and other cronies of the ruling Park dynasty. The Emperor's graceful palm encircled your neck from behind and pulled you closer to him. Your knees buckled, and you could barely breathe as Songhwa's long, hot tongue took possession of your mouth, wrapping around your own tongue and sliding across your palate and the inside of your cheeks. His thumb pressed lightly against the pulsing vein in your neck, your pulse racing beneath his soft fingertip as his teeth dug into your plump lower lip, almost biting to the blood.

You wanted to scream in pain, but there were too many people around—too many angry tongues dripping venom—just waiting to start gossiping about you. So instead, you tried to distract yourself from the pain and focus on something else.

But instead, your eyes were captured by the seductive gaze of the siren belonging to none other than General Jung Wooyoung. His full, sensuous lips parted as if he were enjoying the kiss itself, the sharp tip of his tongue sliding across the soft, red flesh of his lower lip, leaving him glistening and moist. You had the feeling that his dark, almost black eyes were gliding over your body. His gaze was shamelessly undressing you, while his friend, his Emperor, was devouring your mouth with a hungry, passionate kiss. You looked away in shame and embarrassment.

When Seonghwa finally let go of you and allowed you to take a long-awaited deep breath, you felt like you were going to faint. Just a small glimpse of what awaited you on your wedding night sent shivers of fear down your spine.

"You belong to me. Forever." Seonghwa whispers again, and you have a full understanding of the meaning of his words. Yes, you really do belong to him right now.

When it's time for you to leave the ceremony and prepare for your first wedding night, you almost start to gasp. You catch San's dark, demonic gaze as he leans over to whisper something into General Kim's ear. His words cause Hongjoong's blood-red lips to curl into an evil, almost devilish grin. Even through the many layers of heavy silk, you can feel the flames of his gaze burning through your skin.

"Your Majesty..." You turn your head to the side, only to find yourself facing the goddess Aphrodite herself, in the form of a man. General Kang Yeosang has always held a special place in your heart. Gentle and elegant like an exotic flower, his speech always soft and soothing, and his deep, velvety voice like the call of a chamois. Seonghwa's hair may have been the color of delicate sakura petals, and his eyes may have been brighter than all the stars in the endless midnight sky, but that was just a facade to hide the lustful and cruel devil that lurked inside. Yeosang, on the other hand, in spite of his wicked beauty, was the very embodiment of an angel. You will have heard the servants of the palace call him the Black Swan of the Empire.

Yeosan's soft and gentle nature might have reassured you and even given you some semblance of comfort before Seonghwa ravaged your body and took what was now his—your virginity. But the sensual curve of his plump lips and the hungry glint in the dark eyes of the siren, General Jung Wooyoung, who now extended his palm to you in an inviting gesture, sent an icy shiver down your spine. You rarely saw Wooyoung, and when you did, there was always a decent distance or several other people between you, so you had never felt his presence as close as you did now, and you had never been so fascinated by the sharpness of his face or the small mole under his eye, and this feeling frightened you as much as it frightened Seonghwa and Hongjoong.

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to go." As he turned to you, Wooyoung's voice was sultry and hoarse. It made you feel as if the flames themselves were licking at your body or at the lips of your lover in the heat of a forbidden caress.

"I...my maids should see me out. General Jung, thank you." You bite your lip nervously and look around, hoping to find your maids and avoid the two generals' eyes on you, but instead you see Seonghwa watching you intently, his head tilted slightly to the side, a few soft pink strands falling onto his gorgeous face. If he could only have a breath, it would be majestic. Seonghwa was indeed the true embodiment of the divine Lunar Dragon.

"His Majesty, the Emperor Seonghwa, has ordered us to escort you to his chambers in person." It was Yeosang's voice this time. Something about the way he said your husband's name aroused you, and not in the most pleasant way.

"I... I'm not quite sure, General Kang." You have an almost pathetic look on your face, an attempt to delay the inevitable, and to be honest, you had no desire to be in the company of any of the seven illustrious generals right now.

Wooyoung just grinned mischievously at your words, obviously finding you very amusing. As he leaned closer, his lips almost touched your earlobe, and you could smell the scent of sandalwood emanating from his caramel skin.

"Don't make him wait, dear. Seonghwa is an impatient and passionate lover; the longer you resist him, the harder he will be with you, and we don't want a jewel like you to be injured, do we?"

"Stop it, Wooyoung; you're scaring her." Yeosang hisses, but does nothing to contradict the words of General Jung.

You swallow noisily and silently place your cold, clammy palm in Wooyoung's hand, letting him and Yeosang escort you to the Emperor's quarters. The last thing you notice as you leave the Ceremonial Hall, where the noisy festivities of the Imperial Wedding will continue until dawn, is the sensual curve of Seonghwa's luscious, plump lips as he smiles at you and the glimmer of ominous rubies in the eyes of the golden dragon on the very same bracelet you wear on your arm, jingling on Hongjoong's slender wrist as he lazily waves goodbye to you.

"You don't have to worry that hard, Y/N." Wooyoung says as he pulls the heavy silk of your wedding gown off your shoulders, and you might have resented the familiarity with which he addressed you if you hadn't felt the glide of his fingertips over your bare skin. The whole situation was confusing, to say the least. Completely beyond any conscious explanation, two great generals of the Empire are now acting as your personal maids, helping you change your dress, removing your jewelry, and unraveling the intricacies of your wedding hairstyle.

Letting them treat you like a doll, undressing you layer by layer, and exposing more and more of your body to their dark gaze, you didn't know how to react or what to say. Wooyoung's breath was hot on the back of your neck, while Yeosang's cold fingers brushed over your collarbones as he removed the massive gold necklace. They continued their actions until you were left in the thin white dress that was the base of your outfit, and the only jewelry you wore was a black onyx stud given to you by San and, as it turned out, a paired bracelet from Hongjoong.

"Everything will be alright, Your Majesty." Yeosang gently ran his thumb over your wrist, the feel of your pulse racing under his touch. He liked the fact that he was making you nervous; your reaction brought a smile to his beautiful lips. Wooyoung's arms wrapped around your waist for a second, and his firm, hot chest pressed tightly against your back. You could swear you could feel his heart beating through your skin at that moment; he was so close to you.

"We will leave you now, my... Empress." It was almost as if he whispered the last word into your skin. "Enjoy your night." His touch was gone as suddenly as it had appeared, and you could feel the cold air of the room now caressing you as General Jung's hot body moved away from you.

"Try to relax and let Seonghwa take care of you; I promise nothing terrible will happen to you." Yeosang leaned down and planted a chaste kiss on your cheek before following Wooyoung out of the room, leaving you all alone—completely confused, frightened, and not knowing what to expect from Seonghwa if his generals could afford to treat you like this.

"Lunar Dragon" - the great Emperor Park Seonghwa is standing in front of you. His luxurious long hair, the colour of sakura petals, was still partially gathered on his head by long crystal hairpins. Teardrop-shaped crystals were dangling from them. He had replaced his heavy ceremonial robes with a light mantle of the most beautiful snow-white silk you've ever seen - dragons embroidered in silver and turquoise danced on the fabric like in the clouds. You can see his naked, chiseled torso, his muscular chest rising and falling to the rhythm of his measured breathing. Seonghwa's appearance is completely relaxed, but everything about him is a scream of the majesty and power he has over this world. He notices the way your eyes slide down his body, his lips curling into a satisfied, smug grin. You blush and lower your eyes to the floor.

Your heart is beating at breakneck speed against your ribs, and you have the feeling that Seonghwa can easily hear the sound. Your mother told you that you might feel aroused when you were alone with the Emperor, that you would want to touch his body, taste his lips, feel his hot hands on you, and maybe even feel his mouth on your private parts, but you... you didn't want to. You didn't feel aroused at all. You were afraid of Seonghwa, and after what Wooyoung had said to you in the ceremonial hall today, you were even more afraid of him, and no amount of assurances from Yeosang that everything would be all right could change your mind. You were afraid to even look him in the eye, and you clutched the fabric of your dress nervously in your hands, trying to calm yourself.

"My Emperor, are you going to hurt me today?" You were so stupid, good Lord, you couldn't think of anything else to say? Apart from the wedding vows, these were the first words you'd ever spoken to him directly, and you couldn't think of anything else to say: "Will you hurt me?" For some strange reason, you expected that after the wedding you would magically feel like a different person, that after saying your vows, your animal fear of Seonghwa would disappear. It didn't happen at all. You continued to feel frightened and ignorant, and completely at the mercy of the Emperor.

You could feel the weight of his heavy, hypnotic gaze on your skin as he silently scanned your body through the thin, transparent dress that you wore. He was looking at you shamelessly and greedily, and it only served to increase your fear. Seonghwa's long fingers cupped your chin and lifted your face. The soft pad of his thumb is pressed against your lower lip. You hesitantly met his gaze, your eyes instantly held hostage by the magnetic, bottomless eyes of the Emperor. Sharp and soft, demonic and angelic, sparkling like eternal stars and impenetrable like the thickest darkness, you had never met anyone with such eyes. His almost black irises flickered like flames, as if they were absorbing the glow of the candlelight.

"Is that the way you are supposed to address your husband, hmm? Call me by my name." Seonghwa's command to you. The sound of his voice was like liquid silk. Seonghwa grabbed your chin with his graceful hand and tilted your head even higher. You had to strain your neck to hold his gaze with your eyes.

"M-my Emperor..." Your voice trembles, and in spite of the clear command, you say something completely different from what Seonghwa wants you to say.

His finger presses harder against your lip, the sharp nail digging into the soft flesh in a painful way, and your mouth opens automatically.

"I want to hear you say my name, my love. And you need to obey without questioning, darling. You don't want to upset me. Do you?" Seonghwa's tone of voice is still soft and velvety, but you can hear the small hint of a hidden threat in his words. And it is scaring the hell out of you right now. To be honest, you don't want to say his name at all. There's something about it that feels like an irreversible end, like if you say it out loud, you're going to lose any semblance of controlling your life. But there can be no disobedience, especially not now.

"Seonghwa." It's easier than you thought, but for some reason, his name still leaves a bitter taste on the tip of your tongue.

He turns away from you, instead walking over to the luxurious bed and lowering himself smoothly onto it. The flaps of his robe swing further open, and the wide silk collar slides off his shoulders as he sits down on the soft feather bed. You can't help but admire the Emperor for a moment as strands of pink hair fall across his handsome face.

His eyes narrowed predatorily for a second. His gorgeous, god-like face takes on a sharp, animal beauty, but it's only for a moment before his expression becomes majestically relaxed again.

"There you are, good girl." His praise is as condescending as if he were addressing one of the many maids in the palace instead of his Empress. Without taking his eyes off you, Seonghwa pushes his thumb fully into your mouth, pressing it against your tongue's soft, slippery surface. Your eyes widen at the action. "Lick it." He gives the order again, and you weakly run your tongue along the pad of his finger, leaving a thick trail of saliva on it. Then he pulls the finger out of your mouth, takes a step back, and, looking you in the eye, pushes the wet finger into his mouth. His plump lips close in an erotic way around the long appendage as he sucks weakly on it. Heat floods your whole face at this seemingly innocent act, but when Seonghwa does it, it looks so damn lewd and lascivious.

"Strip for me." Seonghwa's voice commands you.

The cold air of his chambers was now licking at your skin, causing your sensitive nipples to tense and swell in response. Embarrassed, you covered yourself with your arms and crossed your legs slightly to hide your pussy from the dark, burning gaze of the Emperor. At that moment, Seonghwa reminded you of a huge, contented cat that had gotten the cream. He leaned back slightly on his hands on the bed, arching his back and tilting his head to the side, making the muscles in his long, thin neck tense. Seductive wasn't a strong enough word to describe the way the Emperor looked right now. Depraved? Vicious? Devilish? Maybe it was all of those things at the same time.

Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment. His command was clear and precise, and the fear of being completely vulnerable in front of him made your heart beat even faster. Your fingers trembled as you reached for the wide waistband of your dress. It had all happened so very quickly. Your mind had barely had time for a moment's reflection. You knew that it was best to obey him and not question what he wanted. Carefully, you unbuckled the belt, and the dress slid gently down your body before it spilled out in a puddle of silk on the floor at your feet.

"I-I... do you like it?" You asked him. Your voice was barely above a whisper. God, it was so embarrassing. Would this happen every time you shared a bed with him? You lowered your eyes to the floor, unable to bear to look at his hungry, lustful gaze.

"Ain't you a pretty little jewel, huh? It was so sweet of you to ask me that. Now take your hands away, so that I can see the whole of your pretty body."

His words caused you to let out a soft squeak, as you were completely shocked. It was humiliating, to say the least. It was one thing to be lying naked under someone else, but it was a lot more vulnerable to find yourself completely naked in the middle of the room. But there was no way you could forbid the Emperor to look at your body the way he wanted to. The words he had spoken earlier were still running through your mind: "You belong to me." So you obeyed him once more, even though everything in your heart was telling you not to.

"What's a gem? Are you so embarrassed already?" Seonghwa laughed grimly as he looked at your naked body; his eyes lingered on your pussy as he sensually ran the tip of his long tongue over his plump, sensual lips. "Come closer to me, darling."

God, it seemed like it couldn't get any worse, but obviously the Emperor had thought a lot about how to make you squirm without even touching you. You took a couple of steps forward until you were standing between his legs as they spread apart.

"Now turn around for me." His voice dropped a couple of octaves, the velvety tone getting darker and more husky. Your face turned even more red, and your lips began to quiver. You slowly turned away from him so that he had a good view of your bottom. You could feel his predatory eyes on the small of your back and his greedy gaze on your crotch. You almost screamed as you felt his hands on your hips, pulling you down with all their might until you were sitting on the bed between his legs. Seonghwa pressed his body against your back, and it reminded you of Wooyoung, but that thought disappeared as quickly as it had appeared when his hands cupped your breasts and his full lips were pressed against your ear. "You're supposed to please me, you know." He said. His hot breath flowed over the soft skin of your ear with each letter of the word he spoke. It sent a shiver down the length of your body. "Remember this." He squeezed your breasts roughly, causing you to give a soft whimper.

"Yes, Your Majesty…" You breathed out.

Your breasts were terribly sensitive under his rough and skilled hands, and you were so overwhelmed by the sensation that you collapsed completely into his arms. You had no idea how pleasurable it could be; you'd never played with your boobs before. As Seonghwa's long fingers brushed lightly over your swollen nipples, a soft moan of pleasure escaped your open lips.

"You're so sensitive, my little jewel, and that's what I love about virgins; you're all so sweet and shy, you blush and whimper at the slightest touch. But do you know what it is that I love the most?" Seonghwa asked you as he gently twisted your nipples with his long, thin fingers, making you moan and shake your head in a negative way. "Most of all, I love to see the look on their pretty faces when I stretch their tight little cunts with my big, thick cock. I love the sound of them moaning my name as they cum on my tongue." God, that was just too much.

The combination of the Emperor's deep, hypnotic voice and how dirty and disgusting his words were almost made you whimper pitifully. His hands continued to play expertly with your heavy, plump tits, massaging and squeezing the flesh as his fingers tweaked and pulled at the hard, sensitive nipples. The tender skin of your breasts reddened under his firm grip. Unconsciously, you rested your head on his shoulder, becoming more and more lost in the sensation of his touch on your body.

"But you are my shining star; you are special to me, unlike those whores who live only with the thought of being filled with Imperial sperm. They will never be able to stand in your shoes, and none of them will ever be the mother of my heir. None of them will ever be my Empress." One of his hands slid down your belly until his hot palm cupped your pussy in a possessive way. His long middle finger pressed between your labia to feel the moisture that had accumulated there. Your breath caught in your throat as Seonghwa pulled roughly on your nipple, his palm pressing even harder against your cunt. "I'm going to fuck that virgin pussy until your belly swells up with my heir." His lips brushed against your ear again, and he whispered in a sultry voice. "And maybe it won't just be mine, if you know what I mean."

Seonghwa began to kiss your neck, leaving scorching, open-mouthed kisses on your skin. His lips were plush and moist as they glided over the sensitive veins and nerves, which flowed in bluish, translucent rivers beneath the pallor of your skin. You moaned and unconsciously pressed your pussy harder against his hand as Seonghwa's teeth bit into a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. The Emperor ran the tips of his fingers along the silken folds of your cunt, the moisture clinging to his fingers.

"I-I...oh..." Endless moans echoed through the room as Seonghwa's finger pads pressed against your sensitive clit. The light pressure on the swollen bundle of nerves sent waves of pleasure through your body.

"Can you feel it, my star? Do you have a sense of how swollen and wet your pussy is?" The Emperor's words caused another moan to escape your lips; your mind was hazy and distant, and Seonghwa's voice was luring you deeper and deeper into the trap of lust and pleasure. "I can feel your desire, my jewel; your little cunt wants to be filled with cock so desperately." He said. Lost in the sounds and sensations of your own body, your hips twitched as his fingers began to circle your clit. Your breathing came and went, each exhale punctuated by a soft moan of pleasure. "Your virgin pussy is throbbing under my touch, my little star. I want to see you sink into ecstasy; I want to see that shy, innocent facade shatter as you cum and wriggle under my touch." Seonghwa removed his hand from your breast, then wrapped his fingers around your chin, turning your head sideways so your lips met his. "Under my tongue." He whispered before you had the taste of his kiss for the second time that night. You were so mesmerized by the feel of the Emperor's soft, luscious lips on yours that you didn't notice him pressing his hips against you.

You were whimpering into his mouth as you felt the hard, hot length of his cock pressing down hard against your arse. Your eyes widened in fear, and your mouth opened to allow Seonghwa's tongue to enter your mouth and wrap around your tongue in a sensual way.

Seonghwa's kiss to you at the wedding ceremony was nothing in comparison to the kiss he was giving you now. The impossible, hot-tight, sinful, shameful, pleasure-filled kiss that made you gasp and whimper against his lips. A low, guttural moan escaped from his lips, becoming almost animalistic in nature as his fingers slid deeper and deeper between your folds. Seonghwa growls and pulls his lips away from yours, swollen and tortured after his caresses them. You moan loudly as his fingers circle around your clit, your juices making it slick and slippery, and that just adding the stimulation. Mindlessly, you buck your hips against his touch, and he lets you do it, enjoying how desperate you are already looking. The Emperor was right. Virgins are always so easy, too pliable, and eager to be touched. And you, his precious little Empress, are no exception.

His eyes were the trap of vice, the bottomless pit of lust and wickedness, but you couldn't look away from them. They were lustrous and almost black, like the onyx in the jewelled hairpin San had given you. They seemed to penetrate your very soul, making you shiver. A seductive grin played across his devilishly handsome face as his fingers continued to play with your pussy, making it more and more wet and in need of attention. You gasped for breath as you felt your little hole squeeze on nothing, and a thick, gooey drop of slime poured out of you.

"Ahm-aah...Your Majesty...ahhhh...Seonghwa." You were at a loss for words and had no formula. Pleasure curled up at the core of your being, and you rolled your eyes in delight.

"Yes, that's right, my star. Does it feel good? Do you like it when my fingers play with your little virgin pussy, when you feel them on your throbbing, swollen clit?" He asked. The silk of his voice was a breath that was a tickle to your ear.

"Your Majesty... It's... It's so embarrassing."

His eyes flashed with pleasure, and the grip he had on your face was like a vice grip. You felt his hips jerk forward, and he pressed his cock harder against the soft flesh of your ass. His excitement was obvious. Suddenly, his fingers stopped teasing the folds of your cunt. Seonghwa brought them to his mouth instead. His eyes sparkled like jewels, seductive and dangerous, as his long tongue darted out of his mouth to lick the viscous fluid that ran down the long appendages.

"You're sweet—maybe too sweet for your own good." Seonghwa wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you closer to his beautiful face, so that his lips make contact with yours once more. "And there's something you should know about me, my star: I have a horrible sweet tooth." Instantly, he releases you from his grip and changes position so that you're on your back, spread out on the beautiful sheets, his lithe body hovering over you. His hair is completely disheveled, long strands of pink falling haphazardly across his face, and you can see a faint blush on his cheeks and his luscious lips, swollen from kissing and taking on a darker shade. God, he looks like a true deity, and you can see why they call him the 'Lunar Dragon'; mere mortals can never be so majestic and seductive; they are not given that magnetic pull that draws everyone to this dangerous creature like a moth to a flame.

Seonghwa slides down your body until his hands are cupped around your thighs, pulling them apart so that your juicy, wet cunt is exposed to his hungry gaze. He runs his fingers gently down your thick, soft thighs, squeezing your flesh together for a moment, the sharp tips of his nails digging painfully into your thighs, and you make a squeal at the rough caress. It was a terrible shame to lie there, completely naked, with your legs spread wide open, while Seonghwa towered over you, still fascinating and powerful, even if he did look a little disheveled. And what was even more humiliating was that you were already so wet for him—your juices were constantly flowing from your hole and dripping between your cheeks onto the silk of the sheets—but you didn't have time to think about that when Seonghwa pressed down on your clit without warning, making you gasp loudly. You almost screamed, your legs twitching in a feeble attempt to squeeze together as he skillfully circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, his fingernail lightly scraping the tender skin.

"You have such a sweet little cunt, my star," Seonghwa whispered as he pushed your swollen labia apart to expose the soft pink inside. He bent his face over your pussy and let his hot breath flow over the sensitive flesh, causing even more fluid to spill out of your hole. "I will only say this once, my precious. You will be a good girl and take everything I give you. I will eat that sweet virgin cunt for as long as I want. If you dare to refuse, I will fuck you without any stretches at all, and believe me, unlike you, I am going to get a lot of pleasure when my cock rips that tight cunt in half. Do you understand me?"

"I-I, yes, I understand, Your Majesty."

The first licks from Seonghwa's tongue on your juicy pussy made you arch your back and roll your eyes. The sensation was too overwhelming for your words. As soon as the Emperor had tasted you on his lips, he began to eat you with a hungry ferocity. Seonghwa plunged his tongue into your tight, wet hole, almost biting your tender, quivering folds, his teeth clawing at your swollen, sensitive clit, making you writhe and squirm as his hands gripped your thighs tighter.

Seonghwa lived for the pussy, and he'd tasted a lot of it over the years, but your sweet virgin cunt tasted the best of all. His little Empress had the most amazing cunt of them all—a pussy that was worthy of an emperor.

"I can't wait to get my tongue inside you, my star. Do you like it, my Empress? Tell me. Do you like my tongue in your slutty virgin pussy?"

"Uh, huh... I... I... it feels so good... your Majesty..." You moaned.

Your viscous slime and his own saliva now coated Seonghwa's chin as his mouth pressed greedily against you, licking and lapping up all the juices flowing from you as if they were divine nectar. Your tight hole was twitching under the caress of his tongue, begging for filling. And who was he to refuse to give it to you?

Seonghwa slid his finger into the throbbing warmth of your vagina, feeling the slight resistance of the muscles as the long appendage stretched your virgin entrance. He did it slowly, but you moaned in spite of himself as his finger filled you. His lips circled around your clit, slowly sucking at the sensitive cluster of nerves, and Seonghwa felt the warm, silky walls of your pussy tighten around his finger.

"Y-Your Majesty... that's a lot... I" You found it hard to speak; hot excitement was flowing beneath your skin, making you helpless and pliable for him, but a sharp slap on your thigh made you cry out loudly. The mark of his hand bloomed like a rose on the milky surface of your skin.

You continued to whimper as you responded to the rough and vulgar words the Emperor spoke to you. Not daring to take his eyes off the way your hole was absorbing them, Seonghwa added another finger. Your walls clenched around his fingers, trying to hold them in, even though the burning sensation of stretching made it difficult. To make it easier for Seonghwa to move his fingers in and out of your pussy, you tried to relax as much as possible. A lump of saliva landed on the top of your pussy and spread over your delicate folds.

"My Name. I need you to moan out my name and nothing else, my star. I want to hear you say it out loud as I destroy you with my fingers and my tongue. Your hungry cunt swallows my fingers so well, my little

Empress."

"Look at you, my star; you're so wet for me; you literally drip into my mouth. You are not so clean and pure any more, are you? Who would have thought that a beautiful lady would like to have her cunt licked?" The squelching of your wetness and Seonghwa's saliva as he slid two fingers in and out of your tight hole was loud and disgusting. Seonghwa was mesmerized by the way your pussy clung to his fingers, his tongue circling the edges of your vagina, slipping inside slightly each time his fingers came out of you.

You arch your back and feel a strange, crushing tension build up in your lower abdomen, and you clench the silk sheets in your fists. It's frightening, but somehow you have a desire for it to consume you completely.

"Seonghwa, I... Oh God... I, I don't know, this feeling inside me..." Your breathing is ragged, with each word coming out of your mouth with difficulty. The Emperor lifts his hypnotic gaze up to you, his mouth still pressed against your pussy. His eyes are so dark and hypnotic—glimmering black stars in the lacy frame of his eyelashes—and you swear you see a flash of golden glow in them before it fades, leaving only lust and insatiable hunger.

"My little Empress, you are about to cum for the first time, are you? Jewel, you must wait until I say so." Seonghwa growled as he squeezed the soft flesh of your thigh harder and harder, and you could already see the purple and black bruises that were beginning to form on your skin. "Your slutty cunt won't be able to come until I tell you to." You whimper pitifully at the command of authority in his velvety voice, your pussy clutching onto his two fingers.

But Seonghwa doesn't seem to have had enough and decides to stretch you even further, trying to push a third finger inside you, causing you to squeal and jerk your hips in an attempt to avoid the stinging sensation inside you, but it has the exact opposite effect. Your abrupt movement forces his fingers deeper into you, hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside, and you gasp at the sharp sensation of delight that rips through you like a bolt of lightning. You are so lost in pleasure that you don't even notice the tip of his third finger as it enters you.

Seonghwa is sucking on your clit in an almost lazy way, stretching and stimulating you at the same time.

"S-Songhwa!" You almost start to cry, your eyes filling with tears from the mixture of feelings and emotions. This is too good to pass up, but at the same time, too much for you to bear. "Please, Seonghwa, Your Majesty."

"Hmm, are you beggin' me already, my star? My little Еmpress, if you can't take my fingers, then you'll never be able to take my cock, and that is literally your only responsibility in life. To lie here in my bed and to fuck me like this. Your husband and your Еmperor. Seonghwa replies, licking the broad stripes between your trembling soft folds and pulling her fingers out of you to suck on your clenching, flowing hole.

"I'm sorry... I'm t-trying to be a decent wife to you... I'm so sorry." You stutter.

The Emperor slid three fingers back into your pussy, stroking your velvety walls and pressing the pads of his fingers against your G-spot as he did so.

"You're so sweet, begging and crying like a pretty little girl, but you're not a girl anymore. You're my wife, my Empress, so be damned obedient to me and take everything I give you without objection." When he had finished speaking, his lips were around your exhausted clit again.

"Oh, please, Seonghwa! P-please, I need...I want...please let me come...I promise I'll be so good to you." Tears streamed down your face as your whole body began to shake a little, and you lifted your hips to press even harder against Seonghwa.

Seonghwa seems to have decided to spare you this time, enjoying how desperate and needy you look—all that crying and whining, and he hasn't even fucked you properly. But it's not over yet.

"If you want it so badly, darling, you can cum." As soon as those words fall from his flushed, swollen lips, it feels as if your whole body is completely attuned to his every command or desire, and you arch up almost immediately, rolling your eyes and experiencing your first real orgasm on Seonghwa's long, slender fingers. Seonghwa lets out a deep, low moan as he watches you writhe in pleasure as he continues to finger-fuck you until you begin to whimper and beg him to stop.

"I'm not done with you yet, my star." Seonghwa whispers in a grim voice as he pushes his fingers into your wet and sensitive pussy. You're almost incoherent at this point, shaking with excitement as he pulls his fingers out of you and crawls up your body to pull you into a hot, dirty kiss. His lips, chin, and cheeks are wet and sticky with your juices, but he doesn't care; he doesn't bother wiping, preferring to fuck your mouth with his tongue.

As Seonghwa pulled away from your lips and allowed you to take a full breath, the look on his face took on that predatory animal look that you'd seen on him before tonight, and it was crystal clear to you what was going to happen next. Fear and excitement at the prospect of finally losing your virginity mix together in your heart. You weren't sure if the feeling was one of relief or horror, but your body was already on edge with anticipation. You could feel your stomach twist with desire and excitement, and you were absolutely shocked that your body reacted in this way even after an orgasm.

"And now, my little Empress, I would like to show you what it means to be the wife of the Emperor. His beautiful cock sleeve." Seonghwa gets down from you, but only to take off his silk robe and to pull his trousers down over his long legs until he is completely naked. His hair is now completely loose, long strands the color of sakura petals falling freely over his shoulders and chest. You would want to admire how beautiful his face looks framed by his pink silk hair if your eyes weren't focused on his cock pressed against his flat, embossed belly. Like everything about His Majesty Emperor Seonghwa, his cock was just as magnificent and attractive: the hard, thick length was slippery and glistening with pre-cum flowing from the dark pink head, the vein bulging with tension stood out on its velvety girth, and overall, his cock made you inexplicably want to run your tongue over it and taste its flavor. You swallowed loudly, turning your head to the side, a crimson blush of embarrassment mixing with the lust that now filled your veins with something intoxicating and forbidden and spreading across your rounded cheeks.

Your mouth opened to say something, but you quickly shut it when you noticed that he had raised his perfect eyebrow in a slightly mocking expression. His movements were slow and elegant as he crawled across the bed towards you like some mythical beast. Long fingers wrapped around your ankle before he pulled you towards him until his body was between your spread legs. He towered over you—magnificent, almost divine—making you feel small and fragile. Strands of his long, sakura-colored hair fell around his slender body. His smooth skin shimmered like liquid gold in the soft, diffused light of the candle.

His graceful hand slid up the curve of your thigh, caressing your soft skin where the marks of his possessive touch had already blossomed, and higher and higher until it reached your full breasts. Seonghwa squeezed your breast before running his fingers around the swollen pink nipple. A pitiful moan escaped your lips as his luxurious, juicy lips connected with another hardened bud and sucked it roughly into his hungry, beautiful mouth. You meowed in response, the new kind of stimulation causing you to arch your back in pleasure and unconsciously push your breasts closer to him. He purred velvetily, flicking his tongue over your tender nipple until it was glistening and wet from his attention.

Without hesitating, the Emperor lifted his knee between your hips, forcing them to spread further apart, allowing him to slip between them. Your hands rose hesitantly and floated in the air for a second before you found them lying on Seonghwa's strong shoulders. His skin felt warm and soft under your fingers. Your body tensed, and a small cry escaped your parted lips as you felt Sonhwa's teeth bite into your chest, and soon a mark resembling a shining crescent moon formed where his teeth had been. Suddenly, the Emperor grabbed hold of your wrists and lifted your arms above your head, restricting your movements and locking you completely into the cage beneath his body.

"And now you would like to touch me, my little Empress?" Seonghwa grinned grimly. "First of all, I want to take what is rightfully mine, my star. Beg me for it." He let out a growl. Like a dark, forbidden caress, the low, vibrating sound of his voice went through your body. The heavy, velvety length of his cock pressed against the inner side of your thigh. You wanted to run away, to hide from that bottomless, hypnotic gaze of lust and hunger, but at the same time you wanted more of him, to feel everything you'd never felt before. The thought of how Seonghwa would enjoy you, how he would use you for his own pleasure, and how he would make you his own, subjecting you to his will and his power, made you long for that feeling. You desperately wanted to belong to him.

"Please, my Emperor, Seonghwa, take me. I belong to you." You barely managed to whisper the words, but the Emperor was able to hear them clearly. Embarrassed, you turned away from him, exposing your slender, delicate neck. His hot body merged with yours as his head sank into the curve of your neck. The swollen, wet head of his cock pressed against your trembling pussy. He was still holding your wrists tightly above your head, his sharp nails digging into your skin, but your hips were lifting to meet him as Seonghwa moved forward, weakly, and rubbed the head of his cock against your clit. A low, languid moan escaped from his throat as your soft labia parted a little, allowing his cock to slide into the warmth of your wet cunt.

"You are so impatient, darling. And that's another thing I like about virgins—once they've tasted pleasure, they stop controlling themselves and start asking for more. Look at you; you're so desperate for me to fuck you, little Empress. Can't you wait for my cock to be inside of you?" He looks so smug, his ego shining brightly in his dark eyes, and a lecherous smile has blossomed on his plump lips. Your natural essence thickly coats his thick cock, allowing it to slide easily through your warm folds, the head of his cock touching your sensitive clit with every move he makes. He is laughing at you, at the way your body is haunting him at every moment. Once again, the Emperor is proving you to be right—you really are hungry for more. You want to feel him all over you.

Seonghwa loves the way you look underneath him—your flushed face, wet from the tears you shed earlier from your orgasm, your skin covered with bruises and his bite marks, and of course, your wet little cunt begging to be filled to the brim with his cum. Maybe that's why he can't hold himself back any longer and slowly begins to push his cock into your oozing hole. You moaned loudly as his cock pushed deeper and deeper into you, and although you had been prepared for it, the way his thick girth stretched your silky walls made you squeeze your eyes shut and feel a slight burning sensation. Seonghwa's cock was too big and thick for you, at least for now, but somehow you didn't doubt that he was going to fuck you until you could easily take his whole length at once.

When his cock was all the way inside of you and his balls were pressed against your plush arse, he let out a guttural, almost growling, moan as he nuzzled his face into the back of your neck. Your cunt was everything he'd imagined—tight and hot and silky—divine. A small shiver of pleasure went through his body as he felt your walls tighten around his cock. Your answering moan was an unrestrained one, grateful for the hot, thick length of it as it displaced your emptiness, stained your chastity, took away your purity, and filled you instead with an insatiable need.

He hardly gave you time to adjust to the size of his cock before he began fucking you mercilessly. Obscene sounds filled the air with each of his hard and deep thrusts, mingled with your whimpering and long moans, as well as his enthusiastic purring of satisfaction as he tormented you. His warm breath filled your mouth, forming a subtle contrast to the uncompromising demand of his tongue as it penetrated your mouth and tasted you as you moaned and whimpered. Seonghwa feels that he has become a little bit dependent on you and that he will probably never be able to satisfy this hunger that he now has for you. Your slippery pussy tightened around him impatiently and greedily, hot and wet, squeezing him so hard that Seonghwa let out a low moan of pleasure.

Seonghwa lets go of your hands and wraps the palm of his hand around your thin neck instead, squeezing it lightly. His grip on your throat makes you gasp, and your moans are hoarse and soft.

"You are all mine." He growls, watching as his cock enters and exits your tight, pink cunt, a thick vein stretching along your silken walls with every movement of his beautiful and skilled hips. Seonghwa can't help but marvel at the way your juices are coating the velvety length of his cock as it plunges deep into you. Your hands dig into the sheets, crumpling the fabric between your fingers as you do so. "Who is your husband? Your Emperor? Tell me, my little star!" Seonghwa demands as she presses her fingers around your neck more tightly.

"Y-y-you!" You screamed, but the sound of your voice was so distorted that it was barely audible. Your thighs began to ache from Seonghwa's relentless thrusts, but you didn't know if you wanted to ask him to stop when his cock kept hitting the most pleasurable spot inside you, making you feel every cell in your body heat up until it was white. Stars started to dance in front of your eyes, exactly the same—mesmerizingly sparkling stars like the ones in Seonghwa's eyes. "Seonghwa, that's you! You are my husband, my Emperor!"

"That's right, you treat me so well, my little Empress. I am going to fuck you until you are swollen with my heirs and until your little pussy is dripping with my cum day and night. My beautiful star, don't you think that we should give the seven great generals a taste of your divine cunt, as well? Let them saturate you, let them breed you, and let them shower you with caresses and praise. They are magnificent lovers, my star—passionate, tireless, and demonic—and they crave you so much. And here's something else you should know about me, my little Empress: I share everything with them—the battlefield, power, life, bed, and of course, I will share you with them, my beautiful wife." Seonghwa stops what he is doing and looks down at your trembling, delicate body lying underneath him. You can feel how his demonic gaze is burning into you before he grabs hold of your waist and quickly forces you down on all fours, lifting your bottom up into the air. His hand slides along the curves of your inner thighs, running his fingers over the warmth of your cunt and oozing sticky nectar. Two slender, long fingers rub your quivering hole, and you clench involuntarily at the tantalizing sensation of his fingers.

"Say it once more." He orders you as he presses down on your clit and begins to rub it in rapid circles. You let out a shrill cry, your voice echoing through the luxurious imperial chambers.

"Seonghwa! I am yours. You are my Emperor. You are my magnificent husband."

The Emperor let out a purr in response to your words, which sound silky and almost sinful. He pressed himself against you once more, thrusting his cock inside of you. Your face was pressed against the pillow before a graceful hand pulled your hair and pressed you against his wet, hard chest. He never stopped his hips from moving. His pace was sure and persistent, his lack of mercy cruel to your tender, sensitive cunt that had never known such sensations before, but still you moaned with pleasure.

"You are going to cum on my cock, my beautiful star." His teeth graze across your ear before Seonghwa bites down on the lobe of your ear. All of a sudden, his fingers find your swollen clit and make slow half circles over it, stimulating you even more. Immediately, you feel yourself tightening around his thick cock; your mouth falls open, and your lower lip begins to quiver as you feel that sweet tension at the bottom of your belly. Your orgasm is like a starburst of sensations—the pleasure exploding beneath your skin, stinging you like sharp shards of broken stars—and you almost lose yourself in the sensation. You moan so loudly that you swear the servants outside the door can hear you loud and clear, but whether it's the servants or perhaps one of the seven handsome generals, you have no way of knowing.

Seonghwa lets go of your hair and grabs your waist instead, digging his nails into your flesh until it bleeds. The squishing sound your pussy makes every time his balls slap against the soft plush of your arse draws a deep animal growl from Seonghwa's throat, the great dragon inside him coming out. The warm, sticky liquid slowly seeps out between your thighs as you shiver and melts into Seonghwa's arms as he holds you upright, your head resting on his shoulder. But it doesn't last long. In a second, you're on your back again, facing the godlike Lunar Emperor.

He stares down at your emaciated face and at the glistening beads of sweat on your brow. His smug smile was devilish and vicious; he spread your legs again, watching the heat of your tiny, squelching cunt as it greedily swallowed his cock.

"Oh, your pussy is so beautiful, my star. A perfect little cunt to be filled with the emperor's cum, to be a breeding." Seonghwa's words are nothing more than the sweetest praise wrapped in pure sin.

Holding your breath, your body feeling boneless and tired, you nod recklessly at his words.

"You will cum again, my star. You're going to scream out my name so loud that everyone in this palace will know just how good a fuck I give you." He lifted one of your legs and pressed it up against the side of your chest. In this new position, you felt stiff and small under the Emperor's exquisitely elegant body, yet your pussy continued to greedily milk his cock. The vulgar, disgusting words that Seonghwa spoke to you in his deep, velvety voice made your head spin around. It made you feel so soft and sweet.

Seonghwa fucked you in a deep and rough way. You could still feel the remains of your orgasm boiling in your belly—so sensitive, almost painful. As the head of his cock kissed your cervix, your body tensed, and every muscle in your body tightened like a silk ribbon. Yet, as if it's his only purpose in life, Seonghwa continues to split your heart. You roll your eyes, your lips quiver, and your chest shakes with sobs. You look completely fucked up as you lie there, taking everything the Emperor gives you.

"Who do you belong to, little Empress?"

"I-I, yours, Seonghwa..." You let out a gasp as you felt the tingling sensation of a new orgasm flutter around your pussy. Your soft walls clenched hard, almost restricting Seonghwa's movements, contracting and pulsing around his thick cock.

"Louder!" He crashes his hips into you, your skin reddening where his thighs made contact with yours.

"S-Seonghwa, I belong to you, only to you... ah!"

You feel like you're drowning—falling rapidly and irreversibly into the depths of a bottomless ocean of pure pleasure as Seonghwa's fingers press against your swollen, torn clit. Your orgasm is all-consuming—your vision disappears for a second, your breath is trapped in your chest, and all you can hear is the raging roar of the blood in your veins. You scream—piercingly loud—but the sound barely reaches you. You're shaking, your whole body twisting and writhing from the wild intensity of your orgasm as Seonghwa continues fucking you relentlessly. Seonghwa's skilled fingers move over your clit, matching the rhythm of his hips, making your body shake around him as you go through blissful orgasm. Your juices rush between the two of you, spilling over and down the silk of the sheets.

"I can't... I can't take it anymore. Please, Seonghwa..." You cried out, the tears running freely down the sides of your face.

Seonghwa leaned forward and captured your lips in an incredible kiss, his hips pressing hard against you as he began to pour his cum as deep as he could, savoring how hard and greedily your pussy milked his cock, your silky walls trembling around him. After a few moments, he slips out of your exhausted pussy, lets go of your leg, and lies down next to you on the bed, his head dropping to your chest as he cuddles closer to you, listening to your heart pounding furiously beneath his cheek. The Emperor intertwines your fingers with his own in the most intimate and tender of gestures. Still in a daze, you lie motionless on the bed and allow him to do whatever he wants to you.

The Great Lunar Dragon is curled up beside you like a purring, cream-fed cat. He looks completely relaxed and peaceful. Your eyes wander aimlessly around the luxurious chambers, trying to collect your thoughts, but it's only for a moment before your eyes widen—frightened and in disbelief—as you meet the gaze of none other than the great, demonically beautiful General Choi San. Your soft scream attracts the attention of Seonghwa, and his eyes are lazily open to see what it is that has upset you so much.

"Ah, Sannie, you have frightened my star." Seonghwa reluctantly gets up from you and lightly covers your body with the sheet, but it does little to help the situation, as you can feel the general's sultry gaze burning into your skin. "You should have waited until the morning at the very least; you are too impatient, do you know that?"

"My precious Empress made a sound that was too tempting for me to resist, Hwa. I am nothing more than a male slave of my most beautiful mistress." San purred, got up, and crept towards the bed like a big cat of prey. He moves clean and elegantly, and you can't help but be enchanted by what you're seeing. But the spell is broken as soon as you feel the bed begin to sag under the weight of his body. In an attempt to shrink and hide your body from this breathtakingly handsome man, you pull your legs up. Seonghwa notices this and gently puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him and giving you a light kiss on the cheek.

"My star, you have no need to be afraid of San; he is as gentle as a kitten. You will have fun playing with him, I assure you." Seonghwa's voice was like melting honey on your skin, and you wished you could relax, but the whole situation was just wild; this is totally not how you expect a first wedding night to go. "But first we need to bathe, and then we can go and play again, my little Empress; the night is still so young." Seonghwa literally sings, letting you go and moving around the bed until she is next to San. You watch in silence as the emperor's plump, sensual lips touch the sharp cheekbone of the general for a moment before he rises from the bed and pulls a silk robe over his naked body. "I trust everything has been prepared." It is clear that the question is not directed at you.

"Of course it has; Wooyoung and Yeosang have taken care of it." San extends his hand to you. It is the same inviting gesture that General Jung used before leading you to Seonghwa's chambers. "Come with me, my precious Empress. Your servants are waiting to please their mistress."

2K notes · View notes

thexsilentxwordsmith · 7 months

Text

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Simon absolutely worshiping your body

Lights low, soft, breathy sounds filling the air that is already already thick with the unspoken words of a man consumed, you lay sprawled out naked across the sheets.

This is like his little slice of heaven.

Adoration is what Simon is after tonight, needing to caress every single solitary inch of you until you are left in a puddle of pure bliss in the middle of his bed.

"Let me turn your brain off for ya, let me take care of ya," he breathes against your mouth as he kisses you, lightly nipping at your bottom lip lazily.

You are the best goddamn thing to grace his life and he desperate need to show it constantly by having all his undivided attention focused solely on you is something he struggles with dailyq.

Moments ago Simon had traced over all the subtle imperfections of your body with his calloused fingers as if every flaw were actually incredibly precious to him, lips following not far behind as he whispers delicious praises into your flesh.

Those gentle things that are only for your ears alone to hear. Can't have people think he's going soft...even though he very much is.

He nuzzles into you as he catches your scent: that natural musk mixed with the clean smell of your body wash. It makes his head fuzzy and his body tingle in a way he cannot accurately describe.

"Christ, you look so fuckin' beautiful, luv," he purrs against your warm skin as his lips caress down over the swell of your breasts with their nipples already stiff and along the length of your stomach towards your thighs. "I can't get enough of ya. Fuck, your perfect."

It is as if he is performing a sacred act by giving every bit of you the full breadth of his desire, from your lips all the way down to your legs. Extra time he spends on your thighs as he embraces those voluptuous curves with his mouth until you are whining and writhing beneath him before he has even gotten to your throbbing clit.

Simon spreads you open to lean into that mossy bank and delicately peppers kisses to your petals with such care, until you are breathlessly begging him for more, "please baby, please", before he carefully divides them easily with his tongue as he slips it inside. You are already wet, stimulated from his doting on your body alone and shit you are sweet. Like eating a peach accept this own doesn't run out before he's had his fill.

That masterful tongue draws short, cncise circles along your clit, lips locking around it intermittently as he sucks, using the two techniques in tandem until you are bucking against his face. He takes his time, caressing your thighs up and down with his hands, dragging his nails lightly to make you shiver.

By the time he is inside of you, you are a glorious mess or cum and mewls and sweat.

Slow, even thrusts he pounds into you from behind, making the curve of your ass jiggle against his hips with each plunge of his cock between your silky petals and into your tight cunt.

Your elbows and knees prod into the mattress leaving indents on the surface as he has you ass up and face down now. One of those wide hands with the long, thick fingers runs up the length of your back to your head where he laces all five digits through your hair before his grip holds it firmly in his grasp while the other glides across your spine.

His clasp on your hair is firm, but not painful; there is nothing but pleasure for you tonight.

Looking down, he watches with hungry amber eyes as your juicy cunt sucks him in right down to the base of his shaft before he pulls his cock back out nearly to the tip to thrist it back in all over again.

"That's it, sweetheart," he groans as his hips snap against your backside. "Ya feel so goddamn good tonight, just wanna stay buried in ya."

Goddamn what a beautiful sight to watch your body strain to take all of his girth in at once, his size almost too much to handle, but he has prepped you well as he always does starting with his fingers and then his tongue; making sure you are nice and wet and relaxed enough to take him.

Fuck, in this position he's so deep in you, you swear you can feel him in your stomach. To be so full of him, where you can't tell where he ends and you begin, sends tingling shivers coursing through your veins.

You are completely claimed by him body and soul.

Simon was never a religious man, most of the time as far from it as possible, but the closest he would ever come was the moment he got that first taste of the absolute glory of what lay between your legs as you wrapoed yourselves in one another and then it was as if your body became his church...and fuck was he ready to give his life to worshiping at your alter with his fingers, his tongue, his cock; all his instruments at your disposal to show his unwavering devotion.

That man had been starved for far longer than he'd like to admit, but the first time he buried himself in you that was all it took to fill him. It was you he craved: your softness and warmth and sweetness, everything he did not have in his life before.

And so every chance Simon gets to have you naked and at his mercy, he takes greedily and without remorse. No matter how many times, how many different ways, he always wants more... Needs more...

How can he not overindulge after being deprived for so long?

...when all this beauty just willingly let him have all she has.

2K notes · View notes

puck-bunnies · 3 months

Text

wild thoughts

nico hischier x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw 18+, oral sex (m receiving), roadhead, hair pulling

word count: 1.1k

with the devils winning their home game, the car ride home is one filled with curses and groans as my wild thoughts take over. hair being pulled and tears forming in eyes of pleasure.

the engine starts, the dark night sky shields the public eye of the inside of our car. his hand rests on my exposed thigh, my skirt giving little coverage of my silky legs. we pull out of the arenas parking lot, the wind adrenaline still pumping throughout nico’s veins.

pulling onto the highway my brain has an idea. “you did so good tonight baby.” i whisper to him. the soft radio plays in the background as his thumb rubs back and forth on my inner thigh.

“i’m just glad you were be able to be there.” nico smiles, keeping his head on the road with a tight grasp around the steering wheel. his grip on my thigh increases, surely going to leave a red handprint on my sensitive skin later.

my words are soft and slow, “i just wish there was a way i could congratulate you.” my hand ventures down my body, placing it on top of nico’s that palms my thigh. “right now.” i swear i can hear his breath hitch beside me, reading my thoughts clearly.

“we’ll be home in five minutes.” he says, unsure of how much time we have.

i shrug, “i’ve done it in less.”

that’s all it takes for nico to remove his hand on my thigh and reposition himself in his seat, spreading his legs farther apart. i smirk to myself, unbuckling my seatbelt before kneeling on the car seat, draping myself on top of the centre console.

my hands work up nico’s right thigh, finding the zipper to his jeans and giving them a tug. i can fell his hardening length underneath my soft touch, my hand palming his erection through his boxers as i slide his jeans down his thighs.

light moans leave his mouth to fill the small proximity of the car. my hands work to slide his boxers down to meet his jeans, nico’s hips buck up, helping me slip the material down his legs.

as his large erection falls out of his underwear, i take it in my hand, softly rubbing pumps up and down the base. nico’s thighs twitch at my new profound touch, breath through his teeth, sucking in all the air his lung yearn for.

curses and groans are heard from above me as my thigh rubs circles around his tip, quickly replaced with my soft wet tongue. a mixture of saliva and pre cum start to drip down his cock, the shiny liquids glistening over ever vein and inch of his hardness.

his hands are quick to form a makeshift ponytail out of my hair, other hand slamming back on the wheel to ensure we don’t crash. my full trust goes into him to get us home safe, praying that my dead body doesn’t get found with a dick in my mouth on the side of the highway.

my tongue is still teasingly slow, licking a circle around the head and across the slit. his teeth have to pierce his lips to not beg for me to go farther, thighs clenching underneath my hand as i stabilize myself to take more of him. one grasps his base, holding it steady as i slide my mouth down his length.

groans are the only thing in my ear, the music that’s playing is overruled by the glorious sounds that nico’s making above me. i can feel my folds dripping as my hole begs to be filled by the cock that’s in my mouth. begging for the familiar shape to stretch me out once again, bottoming me out as he tells me how much he loves me.

i moan against his cock as my thoughts go wild, the vibration of my moan sending shivers down his spine. “fucking hell.” nico mutters. his knuckles grow white from the pressure of his grasp on the steering wheel.

my mouth finally gets to the bottom of his cock, the top hitting hard down the back of my throat receiving a long gag from me. my eyes slightly roll back on my skull before easing myself back up his cock. it doesn’t take me long before i go back down, tip continuing to hit the back of my throat, gagging and choking me.

lifting my head back up to swirl my tongue around his tip, my cheeks hollowing out to go down again. nico’s hand that’s laced in my hair starts to take control, and i let him. he knows how much of him i can take, and he knows that if i can’t i’ll let him know.

i feel safe with nico, knowing that he never does anything that’s sexually out of my comfort zone. never pushing me to do things that i don’t completely want to do.

my ribs ache with the harshness of the console underneath me, my back arching to relive some of the pain. leaving my ass far up in the air, showing it off to nico as he takes a look. his eyes lingering for too long as he removes his eyes from the road.

my eyes start to tear as i choke on it once again, hitting deep in my throat with every pain down of my head.

i can feel the quick twitch in my mouth, waiting for any second for his cum to fill me. he keeps control of my head, using me how he wants me, putting me where his body craves me to be.

as i expected, it takes a mere couple seconds for nico’s cock to start filling my mouth with his warm cum. my chest heaves as i wait for him to stop, as he does i pull my head back up, nico’s cock leaving my mouth with a soft ‘pop’.

i swallow what’s in my mouth, soft residue still falling down the length of his semi-hard dick. his eyes are down at me, i never realized that he already pulled into the drive way and that his eyes were glued on me as i took him.

“god you’re so pretty baby. looking like a doll when you take my cock.” he whispers, wiping the slide of my lip from his liquids. i smirk, straightening back up in my seat.

#nico hischier x y/n #nico hischier fic #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier x reader #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockey fic #hockey player x reader #puck-bunnies

222 notes · View notes

blakeswritingimagines · 3 months

Text

Dog Days Are Over

Summary: Losing a part of you never seemed too difficult but luckily for you, the big brown-eyed dork attempts to play knight in shining armor.

Word Count: 1.3k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

A bright ray of sunrise shone into the shared chambers, as Jacaerys sat up and rubbed the tiredness from his eyes. He yawned, stretching his muscles. It was a beautiful day. You lay next to him, peacefully asleep, your silky locks draping over the pillow. He smiled to himself recalling the wondrous night together. You mumbled something as you were still sleeping, your breathing was slow but your hands were moving slowly as you were dreaming about something. He couldn't get over how utterly beautiful you looked even when sleeping. You slowly open your eyes and your smile widens as you see Jacaerys looking at you. Your bright eyes twinkle under the sunshine and you quickly wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer as you kiss his lips gently.

It was like the first time every time. The soft brush of your lips, the warm embrace of your arms wrapping around him. Your touch felt like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. He pulled you closer, cradling your head in his hands. Your beautiful hair tumbled loose from its braids, cascading down your back. "Good morning, my love," he whispered in your ear once pulled away from the kiss. "Good morning darling." You replied with a smile before resting your head on his shoulder once again. You wrapped your arms around his body. Your fingers ran up and down his chest, exploring the muscles. You kiss his neck tenderly and lean closer to him. The touch of your breath makes him shiver.

The feeling of your breathing on his neck sent chills down his spine. His body shuddered with pleasure as you stroked the muscles he worked hard to have. Your fingers danced across his skin, sending shivers of ecstasy through his body. You had never felt so close, so real, so tangible within his grasp. He felt your body pressed firmly against his as he kissed the top of your head. He got out of bed, still feeling the lingering traces of your touch on his skin. He dressed quickly in a plain tunic and trousers of soft leather, with a belt and sword strapped around his waist. He walked out of your shared bedchambers and made his way down to the courtyard.

You walk through the gardens with your dog by your side. The sun is shining and birds are singing. You enjoy the calm and peace. You think about what happened last night. Your thoughts are full of pleasure. you think about how gently Jacaerys touched you, how soft his hands were and how his lips melted into yours. Your thoughts also remind you of how he looked at you. His eyes were full of love and passion for you. It felt like a dream come true. As he stood watching his men drilling, his thoughts would often drift to the wonderful night that had passed. The warmth of your lovemaking, the gentle caress of your hands, the look of love in your eyes, each and every one was a precious memory that he would cherish for eternity. The sun shone brightly overhead, filling the sky with its glorious light. A cool breeze blew through the gardens. It was a day that seemed like the very embodiment of perfection.

As a week passed, you have always been someone Jacaerys could rely on, sharing his laughter and joy. However lately, he's noticed a change in your disposition, a darkness that he hasn't seen before. You've been acting withdrawn and distant, and even when you're together a sense of sadness seems to surround you. He worries about your wellbeing and he wants to help, but he's unsure how to approach the situation. Even as he asks the question after another long quiet day. "Are you alright darling?" Lightly nodding your head "Oh, I'm fine," You reply quickly with a smile. The last thing you want to do is worry him. You hope you can keep pretending everything is okay. He is so sweet and caring and you don't want to burden him with your problems. However, the truth is you've been feeling unhappy and alone lately. You know you should talk to him about it but you're afraid he won't understand your struggle.

Despite your attempts at concealing the true nature of your feelings, your partner is no fool. He can see through your fake smile and your forced nonchalance. His kind eyes are full of concern and worry, as he stares at you. "Are you sure?" He asks, his gentle tone conveying his concern. You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. You know you can't keep pretending everything is okay. You needed to be honest with him. You look at him and his sweet concerned look melts your heart. You feel guilty for not being able to pretend everything is okay. You know he knows you well enough to understand that something is wrong. You want to tell him the truth. You feel like you should. So, you take a deep breath and finally, you speak your mind.

You tell him about how much the death of your dog affected you. You can't help but get emotional as you reminisce about all the moments you shared together and how much the pup meant to you. Jacaerys listens to you and he understands how much it hurts to lose a close friend. He leans closer and holds you in his arms. He hugs you tightly and kisses you, reassuringly. You lean into him and wrap your arms around his neck, sobbing on his shoulder. While he listens to you talk about your grief, he offers words of comfort and support. He holds you tightly in his strong arms, offering his warmth and protection. He kisses your forehead and wipes away your tears, assuring you that everything will be okay. He tells you how brave you are for letting yourself be vulnerable and expressing your emotions. He gently pushes your hair out of your face, as he whispers words of encouragement and affirmation. "I know it's been hard, but you're very strong and you'll get through this. I'm here for you, always." He said softly and confidently, holding you tightly as if his words could shield you from all the hurt and pain in the world. He wiped away your tears again, kissing your forehead and letting his lips linger a bit on your warm skin.

You let him hold you tightly and you bury your head into his shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. It feels so good to feel his love and comfort. You feel safe and protected in his arms. After some time, your tears stop and you pull away from him, wiping away at your wet cheeks. But you're still emotional, so he wipes away your remaining tears. He leans forward to give you a sweet kiss on your lips. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around him. "I am here for you," he says quietly, as he strokes your hair and looks into your watery eyes. "I understand how much you loved your dog and how much you miss him. But even though he is gone, he will always be in our hearts. His love and memory will forever remain with us." His gentle and compassionate words are exactly what you need to hear in this moment. His warm and understanding presence is comforting and comforting.

"Thank you for being here for me," You reply softly, his words mean a lot to you. You lean your head against him and he hugs you tightly. His warmth is soothing and you feel like you can be yourself around him. You feel lucky to have found someone who understands you and is always there for you. He holds you close and you close your eyes, enjoying his presence. As you lean your head against him, he sees your lips curling into a small smile, almost imperceptible, but he can tell from your eyes that you were truly grateful for his kindness and understanding. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, holding him close, as if you never wanted to let go.

"I'll always be here for you," he replied softly before kissing your forehead. "Your pain is my pain. Your joy is my joy. I am here to stand by your side, to listen and support you, no matter what comes our way."

#jacaerys velaryon x reader #prince jacaerys #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys x reader #hotd jacaerys #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #hotd #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagine

143 notes · View notes

mischiefmaker615 · 5 months

Text

Who's Fault

Rating: R

Summary: no one can satisfy you better than yourself.. or so you thought.

Requested By: @lokislilkitten

You sigh in tired contentment as you fall back onto the couch with your eyes looking up at the ceiling with groggy thoughts. It’s been awhile since you’ve gotten the tower all to yourself and just to spite Stark’s annoying ass, decided to pleasure yourself in the living room. Not to mention the thrill of possible risk kind of turned you on.. but luckily no one showed up, or planned to tonight by Fury’s mission orders and this was the only room in the place where you could turn off the cameras- undetected.

Your eyes flutter close as your body relaxes, relishing in the feeling of the soft cushions cradling your naked body and the silence beckoning you to sleep. it works, and who are you to refuse such a rare opportunity. Little did you know that awhile after you had drifted off to sleep, one person so happened to return home; Loki.

His hands gently glided over the furniture surfaces, using them as a guide as he navigated in the dark with a mild off-balance walk with his body tingling from alcohol. Unlike Midgardians, it took him almost two entire bottles for him to feel anything and not fast enough when his annoyance already made itself known with the others around him. his patience ran out before he could get properly drunk and decided to give up on the whole evening and return to read instead; or so he had planned until he took in the sight before him.

Moonlight shown through the floor-to-ceiling windows that led to the balcony, illuminating your perfect curves as you lay draped across the couch, almost as if you were posing for a painting. Your chest fell and rose slowly and your breathing soft as you stayed in your deep sleep, unaware of the widened eyes upon your body.

Loki held his breath, as if his next exhale would awaken you and stop this glorious moment to bless his eyes. His hungry orbs traveled over every inch of you, following down to our hand that stayed loosely nestled between your legs with the other resting across your chest in a perfect censorship. To his dismay. His hands began to twitch, having to dig his nails into his palms as his fingertips tingled with the urgency to want to touch you.

For to long he’s imagined how soft your skin would be, how silky your hair would be, how wet you would be.. if you just gave him a chance.. but perhaps the chance had to present itself in this ironic turn of events. Did it just so happen that you both would be the only ones in the entire tower in such a delicious circumstance? His mind second guessed himself, even though his body had a different opinion as his pants suddenly felt tight and he ran his hand over his bulge to try to relieve some of the strain.

Of course, it wasn’t his fault you looked so seductive and having teased him all this time with your sharp and feisty attitude he grew to favor so much. It wasn’t his fault how you always seemed to glance his way every chance you got, almost begging for his attention as he did the same to you when he figured you weren’t looking. It also most certainly was not his fault that he found himself kneeling beside you as you stretched and turned yourself over onto your stomach, your back line illuminated by the gentle moonlight as your perfect ass lay waiting with a presented opportunity for it to get struck. Not wishing to disturb your rest in such a harsh manner, no matter how much he itched for it, he refrained himself by turning his attention to your back.

He couldn’t help himself. With a single tad of his finger, he ever so slightly ran it down your back, starting between your shoulder blades, all the way down to your lower back. His eyes closed as he relished in the soft feeling of your skin and took a breath to try to compose himself. Time was getting a bit difficult to keep in mind as he savored every second of each time he ran his fingers down, each time adding one until his entire hand ever so gently glided down your back.

A gentle sigh left your mouth as you continued to relax in your sleep, Loki monitoring it to make sure you stayed comfortable and unawake. Honestly if he could watch you sleep peacefully forever, he would. He bent his head down, slowly inhaling your hair as goosebumps rose from his skin. You smelled heavenly, reminding him of the flowers back on Asgard. The tip of his nose ghosted against your skin before he gently pressed his lips between your shoulder blades.

So soft..

His lips dragged against your skin, leaving open mouth kisses down your backline while he took turns dragging his tongue across your skin. Your soft sighs turned into gentle moans and your fingers twitched to grip the pillows beneath you and your body lightly squirmed. Loki’s lips smiled against your skin, relishing in your adorable reactions as you responded to him. he had no choice.. with gentle pressure as he held most of his weight up, he straddled you just behind your ass so if he were to lean any more forward, his bulge would be more than happy to get buried between your legs.

His hands rested just beside your shoulders as he dipped his head down again, his lips returning to your skin as his cock got harder and harder while your perfume intoxicated his senses. He couldn’t get enough.

Wetness had began to formulate between your legs as you continued to have a very realistic wet dream of Loki.. it was almost as if you could really feel him as your fingers tightened into the pillows. You needed to take a break from wine considering how real this dream felt, right down to feeling two gentle fingers move under you to begin circling your clit to keep the pleasure building. Another moan left your lips, a name fell from them before you could full wake up in almost a lustful way as you opened your eyes.

‘’Loki..’’

His hand stilled on your clit as you moaned his name, almost wanting to make sure he heard correctly as a smile tugged at his lips. So it was true, it would seem that you had thought him the same way as he did of you. Yet apparently, that didn’t stop your body from tensing as you began to be fully awake and your mind became aware that this wasn’t a dream.

This wasn’t his fault..

The moment he saw your biceps tense to try to lift yourself up, a hand moved to your mid back and pressed down, keeping you down with another hand coming to cover your lips to silence the negative language that was just about to leave your mouth. Loki froze, as did you. Both taking in the scene of what exactly was happening right now, and he didn’t want to stop. You could practically feel him smirk behind you as his body stayed leaned over you, most of his body on top of yours where his hand could go back to support himself where the rest of him could keep you still. Although you couldn’t speak, his name could be heard against his palm.

‘’come now darling, from the evidence between your legs, I dare say you were enjoying it’’ he smirked, his voice but a whisper in the dark as your eyes were highlighted in moonlight. Wide and confused.

You felt him adjust so his knees supported him more against your hips so that his hand could slowly slip under to ghost over your clit. Your body jerked and he merely raised your head up more towards the ceiling, almost cutting off air supply as your hands moved to grip his wrist, your strength being painfully useless against his own.

‘’what exactly were you dreaming about love? I couldn’t help but hear that it just so happened to be my name you moaned from those gorgeous lips of yours, and we both knew this was bound to happen eventually’’ he sighed, almost as if he had no choice in the matter as his two finger tips went back to slow circles against your clit.

The feeling of pleasure and the state of confusion had you squeezing your eyes shut, you mind screaming to try to focus on one thing but you were dealing with two; your pleasure and wondering if you should hate him. this.. this wasn’t right..

In your confused muffle, he chuckled ‘’don’t lie my darling, remember who I am. I’ve noticed every glance, blush and moment you’ve spent and offered towards my attentions, and now you have them. After all, you’ve always had them, whether you realized it or not.’’ He whispered as he lowered his hips just as you rose them to try to move away from his fingers, your ass meeting his bulge. The action made his eyes flutter closed, his fingers pursuing so that your ass pressed more against him and earned an eager growl.

He began to grind against you, relieving a bit of the pressure in his pants as his fingers worked you. ‘’alright darling, how about we test that sharp mind of yours?’’ he smirked as he offered you his game as you opened your eyes again with mild fear in your eyes. You never thought Loki would take advantage of you like this, yet why didn’t you feel as fearful as you thought you should?.. there was no way you could have possibly wanted this.. right?

‘’focus darling and do not orgasm. However, If you do, then I shall know that you indeed have the same feelings as I have for you. If you so happen to hold out, then I shall release you and we shall continue our game where we lust for each other from afar. Deal?’’ he smirked and you didn’t speak, knowing you didn’t really have a chance as you gave him a squeak when he inserted a finger up to the knuckle while his thumb took over circling your clitoris.

As much as you hated to admit it, he was good at this. You’ve had eyes on him for probably as long as he had on you and most nights you fantasized about him. you wanted him and even before you had fallen asleep earlier, he was the very subject you had masturbated too. You hated yourself and you hated that you loved this, that you wanted this, that you needed this..

Your eyes fluttered closed as your grip on you arm relaxed and your body surrendered to him, and he felt it. Smirking, his fingers became more determined, keeping up a teasing tone at the same time to keep you right where he wanted you. He was prolonging your orgasm on purpose, just so the moment between you two wouldn’t end to quickly to his liking, almost as if he would never get this chance again as he bent over you, chest against your back to whisper in your ear, ‘’good girl..’’

Your eyes opened to feel him poking at your entrance the moment he removed his fingers and your mind tried to figure out when exactly he had pulled that monster out. The very size you could tell had you leaning forward, away from him but an arm wrapped itself around your waist, pulling you back so you couldn’t get away.

‘’ah ah ah darling, you’ll miss the best part’’ he smirked, biting your ear lobe and just as he removed his hand from your mouth, you barely had the chance to get a word out before he slowly entered you, making you gasp.

He didn’t stop fully but slowly inched his way as he pulled gasps and moans out of you while your fingers gripped the cushions. A hand rested at your back and pushed down, making you arch your back into a position where it looked like a cat was stretching itself. His hand kept you there and before you felt like you couldn’t take anymore, his thighs met your ass, indicating you had taken all of him in. You felt him shiver as he looked up at the ceiling with his eyes closed, relishing in the pleasure as he gave a breathy moan.

‘’gods Y/N you feel heavenly.. just how I imagined you would feel and more..’’ he breathed and his hands moved to knead your ass, his finger nails grazing ever so slightly as he pulled himself back to the tip before he thrusted forward.

Another gasp left your lips, his thrusts interrupting each time you tried to speak, one more desperate than the other before your words disappeared entirely and your mind chose its focus: pleasure.

Each time, he pulled back to the tip and rammed forward, his hands gripping your hips to push and pull you into him. His breaths were held now and again in between moans as your own could be heard, even from being muffled into the pillows. His fingers gently gripped your hair and pulled your head up before he gave your ass a firm slap, causing you to yelp and the pleasure to grip his cock as you clenched around him.

‘’don’t silence yourself darling, it is only us here and I want to hear every sound that leaves your mouth’’ he breathed and released your hair to run his hand down your beautiful back line before he dove it to circle your clit again. ‘’so responsive darling..’’ he teased and you moaned at his touch as he began to thrust faster.

His hand matched the speed of his cock as your vision began to dance. Your pleasure was drawing near and your cunt began to flutter, finding yourself pushing back to his cock as he thrust forward to follow his rhythm. A chuckle could be heard as your eyes slowly closed with your orgasm nearing.

‘’cum for me darling, show me how much you wanted this..’’ he ordered as he panted, nearing his own pleasure as his thrusts got faster and rubbed against your G spot to push you off that beautiful edge as you came.

‘’L-Loki!!’’ you moan out his name loudly, your orgasm hitting hard as you fluttered and clenched around him, giving him what he needed as he came as well, moaning out your name as his grip on your hips tightened and you felt his seed spilling inside of you in hot spurts.

‘’norms Y/N..’’ he moaned as he shut his eyes, trying to catch his breath as he slowed his thrusts to make sure he gave you everything, not wanting to waste a single drop as you panted into the pillows and felt him slowly pull out.

You shuddered at the feeling of him gone, body trembling as his presence stayed above you with his hands beside your shoulders and his body heat close by. Once you both caught your breaths, you bit your lip as he gently turned you over on your back so you were looking up at him with his gentle features. His cock was hard again but he made no moved at the moment as he gave you a satisfied smile.

Your eyes searched his as you held questions and feelings but the fear in your eyes wasn’t there anymore. It was merely replaced with slow, growing shyness as you blush and look away. ‘’I.. you-‘’

‘’let’s do it again darling.’’ He smirked, a hand on your cheek as he turned your face so you looked back up at him in shock and hesitation and.. wanting.

‘’w-what-‘’

‘’besides, we have much to talk about..’’

youtube

#loki odinson #loki god of mischief #loki fluff #loki fanfic #loki x reader smut #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki smut #loki #lokifluff #Youtube

330 notes · View notes

freedomfireflies · 2 years

Text

Jack Shit

Summary: In which Jack Chambers is not a selfish, egotistical man-child with raging control issues that apparently wants to climb into Alice's womb like she's his mommy, but instead just a regular guy with a different set of control issues.

There is absolutely nothing better than the taste of him.

You’ve never felt so depraved. So irrevocably addicted to someone. Every fucking inch of the glorious man sitting just across from you.

His smile. His hair. His fucking arms, and hands, and fingers.

His fucking thighs.

You could just drool. You’ve never felt so pathetically needy in your life. He’s laughing at a joke one of his friends made, running his palm down his chin and your eyes fall to the facial hair that you absolutely adore.

Your thoughts are sinful. Looking at him like he’s sex on a stick. Truthfully, you’re almost embarrassed to be remembering him in such a way, and maybe chemically something is off in your body, but you don’t even care.

Because look at him.

You imagine everyone in the room can feel the tension. The way you’re attempting not to squirm in your seat as you look on. As you watch him settle into his chair as his legs spread comfortably.

Fuck, you could just moan. You have to pull your lip between your teeth and turn your head just to find a moment of reprieve.

And after what feels like hours of pure, unadulterated torture, he seems to notice, head cocking to the side before he nods his chin at you wordlessly.

You say nothing. Shake your head. Chew on the inside of your cheek.

His eyes narrow thoughtfully before his long finger lifts into the air and beckons you forward.

You feel your stomach drop, so cock-whipped by this man that you’re standing to your feet before you can think better of it.

The rest of the group continues their chatter as you make your way toward where he resides. And before you have a chance to sit beside him, he’s sneaking an arm around your hip to tug you onto his lap.

Shit.

Both a blessing and a curse and your legs pull shut within an instant as his head dips to find your ear.

“What’s going on with you, hm?” he murmurs, soft and silky, which certainly doesn’t help. “What’s the matter?”

His hand finds your leg. Innocent enough, mostly in an attempt to grab your attention.

But you’re too far gone, breath hitching at the feel of his skin against yours and he takes note of this immediately.

“What?” he repeats, a tremor of concern in his voice as he glances over the flutter of your lashes. “What’s the matter, angel?”

You could kill him, you really could. Your throat clears gently as you shake your head, now slightly mortified by the thoughts running wild inside your head.

“Nothing. M’fine.” You won’t meet his eye. Can’t. If you do, you’re done for.

“Liar.” His tone is playful, yet the way he hisses the simple word sends chills right down to your cunt. “I know you better than you think I do. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing,” you repeat, hoping to sound at least a little convincing. “I just…I’m ready to go home.”

“Oh?” His brow quirks upward. “Why, you all right?”

The gentle lilt of trepidation has you reeling, your heart hammering in your chest as you fight the urge to just climb on top of him.

Your knee begins to bounce, lip back between your teeth as you tug. Commanding yourself to remain indifferent. Relaxed. “Yeah, I just…I’m just—”

Suddenly, a look of realization passes over his face. And pure, unadulterated glee. He leans closer, nose brushing your cheek as he whispers, “Angel, are you dripping?”

You feel your head spin, your skin growing hot and your tongue going numb.

You don’t have to answer for him to know it’s true.

His fingers rub delicate circles into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, subtle enough to slip beneath the observation of everyone else in the room but determined enough that you can’t focus on anything else.

You exhale a deep breath, hand landing over his as you squeeze his knuckles. “Shit, don’t…don’t—”

“Don’t what, hm?” He brings his hand higher and you still at the sensation. “Think it’d be really unfair of me to leave you like this, don’t you?”

You imagine it would be unfair, but you’re so deep in your lust for this man, you don’t imagine you’ll survive if he attempts to do something about it.

When you meet his question with silence, his grip becomes tighter. Unrelenting. “Angel,” he warns, subtly yet forcefully tugging you further along his thigh. “Don’t test my patience.”

And you aren’t trying to test him. God, you can’t even fathom the thought, and yet your own body betrays you as your voice disappears into thin air the moment he asks a question.

And because Jack Chambers is an evil, sadistic, and relentless man…he answers the question for you.

Despite the room full of people, he slips his hand up your leg until it disappears beneath the soft hem of your dress.

Nobody notices. Maybe you want them to, maybe you don’t. But you notice. Feel the way those long fingers graze your inner thigh as they travel up. Up and up and up until they find the silk of your underwear.

You also notice his breath hitch. Rather pleased at his obvious enjoyment of what he’s finding. The way, despite his power, he’s still overcome at the thought of you.

You watch his lips mumble something. You don’t catch what, exactly, but that hardly matters because he’s finally touching you. Thumb down the front of the fabric as he applies the subtlest amount of pressure. Just enough to make you squirm. Enough to have you sucking in a sharp gasp as you turn to hide your face in his neck.

“Shh,” he warns, cadence soothing and gentle. Soft and reassuring. It’s odd, the way he can seem both animalistic and tender all at once. You imagine that’s what you adore most about him. How he makes you feel both safe and terrified. “I’ve got you, yeah?”

He does, he’s got you, and you nod. You’ve never needed him to get you so badly.

A bit more pressure this time around. Up and down. Pressing. Circling. Kneading. Until you physically feel a blood vessel about to pop from how hard you’re trying not to whine. Until your stomach is cramping from the pain of holding the pleasure at bay. The way your thighs burn from attempting to squeeze them shut around his hand.

And the voices around you. Everyone laughing and talking and drinking and singing along to the music. Nobody pays you two any mind. If someone were to look over, they’d simply think you were whispering a secret in his ear.

And you are. Repeatedly. “Please, please, please.” Desperate and fraught. Needing him to take you home, or to the car, or even to the fucking hallway if that means he’ll give you what you want.

He’s so close to going a bit further. You wish he would. Need him to. Need him to actually touch you. Skin on skin. No more of this over-the-panties bullshit.

And he knows it. Knows what you need and is refusing to give it to you and you’re not sure why but you could kill him, you really could.

But that might have to wait until tomorrow because right now, with the thought of getting caught so close, and his hand much closer…you realize, you’re done for. Because skin on skin or not, you’re about to tip over the edge. His practiced and determined touch bringing you right to the cliff as he holds you there. Dangles you by one fucking finger.

And you can feel it. Bubbling. Ready to tip over at a moment's notice and it’s almost there, just a couple more seconds, and you’ll have to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming, and it’s so good and so close, and just one more second—

He stops.

Pulls his hand back.

Leaves you there. On the cliff. Dangling. Falling. Disappearing into the black abyss.

“Ja…Jack,” you just barely manage to whisper as he smooths the hem of your dress along your thighs, as if putting you back together. “What…what—”

“You never answered my question,” he tells you calmly, green eyes finally looking up to meet yours. “My angel knows better than that.”

You exhale a tense sigh. “Jack—”

“Off,” he demands, patting your hip to signal he wants you to stand to your feet.

But you hardly can, legs wobbly and chest caving in on itself. “Jack, I—”

“Off,” he repeats, a bit sterner, and immediately, you’re up. “Good. Go sit down and wait for me to take you home.”

“Jack—”

“Don’t push it, darling.” His tone hardens, lids narrowing as you feel the urge to cry bubbling its way up your throat. “Next time, you’ll tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll be good to you.”

“No, Jack, I promise…I was listening, I just—”

“S’too late now, Angel,” he hums, that familiar smirk attempting to sneak its way into his expression as he pulls his brows together and throws his arm over the back of his seat. His chin nods toward you as you settle on the couch. “Good girl. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to go.”

You suck in a deep breath. Hold it. Nails digging into your thighs. “Jack…please—”

“Uh uh,” he warns, head shaking once. “You can wait.”

“Jack—”

“You can wait.” He regards you carefully, and you can see the sadistic pleasure settle behind his eyes. “That’s it. Just like that. Sit there and behave for me.”

And you do. For the rest of the long, tumultuous evening. You sit there. You wait. You don’t make a sound.

But you do plan your revenge.

And as you watch him laugh with his friends and throw you a knowing wink, you smile through gritted teeth.

He’s so fucking in for it now.

And you’re gonna make it hurt.

~ Other Harry Blurbs

~ Full Masterlist

#harry #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry edward styles #harry styles request #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #harry styles x reader #harry styles fan #harry styles x you #dont worry darling #don't worry darling #jack #jack chambers

2K notes · View notes

theostrophywife · 1 year

Note

can we please get some rhys fluff?

daylight.

i don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you i don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you i've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night and now I see daylight

author's note: i'm such a simp for rhys it's not even funny. just think about cuddling a soft, sleepy rhys after a night out and tell me you don't want to scream into the void. song inspiration: daylight by taylor swift.

The moon’s glow kissed your mate’s sleeping form with its silver light and enveloped Rhysand in glorious night.

You paused in the doorway, heels in your hand as you admired the High Lord with a small smile. It was nearly dawn when you finally stumbled out of Rita’s from your monthly girl’s night out. You thanked the Mother for giving you the ability to winnow because you sure as hell wouldn’t have been able to survive the ten minute walk home. Especially not in the tiny little dress and ridiculously high heels that Mor had talked you into wearing.

Regardless, it had been a fun outing. But as the bruised violet skies made way for spears of sunlight, you were more than glad to be home.

You padded softly across the wooden floor and slipped into bed as quietly as you could, trying your best not to wake your sleeping mate. Rhys was all but dead to the world, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Propping your head up on one arm, you took the opportunity to admire him in all his glory.

When he was awake, Rhysand was all seductive smiles and sultry gazes and while you certainly appreciated the sensuality that seemed to pour out of him with effortless grace, you’d come to love this softer side of him even more. There was something about these unguarded moments when he was sprawled across the bed, his large body nearly taking up half the mattress as he laid on his stomach, those dark lashes fluttering against his cheekbones, his soft lips slightly parted, raven hair sticking up in different directions as he cuddled against the pillow, his body half-turned to where you usually lay as if he'd sought you out even in his sleep, that made your heart absolutely ache.

It had taken a long time for Rhys to allow himself to be vulnerable like this. When you were first mated, he was often plagued by nightmares, so much so that he rarely slept and spent the night staring at the ceiling. You’d woken up countless times to find him observing you, his fingers tracing mindless patterns on your skin, to remind himself that he was here, he survived, and he had fought for this life with you. You remembered taking him into your arms and holding him, whispering that this was real. That it was safe to sleep because you’d still be there in the morning.

Night after night, you chased away those dark memories together. The nightmares came fewer and farther in between and now Rhysand could sleep through the night without even waking. Tears welled in your eyes as you reached out to caress his cheek. You were so proud of him.

This brilliant, selfless, resilient male that you were lucky enough to call your mate. Your heart squeezed in your chest and the emotions poured out of you in waves. You loved him so much that it was impossible to contain. That devotion rippled through your bond and made that connection sparkle in your soul.

Rhysand’s lashes fluttered, skimming the tops of his cheeks as he sleepily blinked up at you. Those violet eyes greeted you like the starkissed night and a slow grin crept across his handsome face. Wordlessly, he tugged you towards him.

You chuckled as Rhys cuddled against you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply.

“Did you have fun?” he murmured sleepily. His body was warm as he pressed you against him, his arm snaking possessively around your waist.

“I did,” you confirmed, twining your fingers through his silky locks. “But I think I owe Rita a new chandelier.” Rhys raised a brow in response, waiting for an explanation. “It’s a long story.”

Your mate only chuckled. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, but I might be willing to risk Mor’s wrath and steal you from your friends the next time they try to take my mate away from me.”

“I was only gone for a few hours.”

Rhys pouted, his lips brushing against your neck. “It was a few hours too many,” he said as he tangled your legs together. “I missed you, darling.”

“My needy, clingy mate,” you teased, poking his nose. Rhys responded by digging his fingers into your side, causing you to giggle uncontrollably. You swatted his hand away and stuck out your tongue. “I missed you too, Rhys.”

Just as daylight streamed in through the windows, Rhysand smiled. A full, bright smile that put the rising sun to shame.

“I’m here,” you whispered. You hadn’t said the words in a long time. Not since the nightmares stopped. But with the dawn of a new day, you felt like it was important to remind Rhys how far he’d come.

How far you've both come.

You weren't just mates. Rhys was your friend, your lover, your anchor to reality when the world fell into chaos. He was the other half of your soul. Your love for each other was a story written in the stars.

Violet eyes filled with emotion as you held him against you. “You’re here,” he repeated.

“This is real.”

Rhys caressed your cheek, anchoring himself to the present. “This is real.”

“And we made it, against all odds." You fought and clawed and bled your way to this moment. Just so you could find each other. You would've done it all over again for your mate. "We made it.”

“We made it, darling.”

Your mate kissed your forehead, the gesture soft and intimate. He opened up the bond and let his emotions spill out over the connection. Rhysand felt cared for and loved. That warm light grew in your heart, twining your very existence with his. All of that love and devotion washed over you like a flood as Rhys let you in. In your arms, your mate knew that he was safe and sound. You held back the tears as you pressed a gentle kiss against his lips.

“I love you, Rhys.”

“I love you, darling.”

#I ONCE BELIEVED LOVE WOULD BE BLACK AND WHITE BUT ITS GOLDEN LIKE DAYLIGHT #i am sorry for screaming but i cannot be normal about this #rhys #rhys acotar #rhys fluff #rhysand #rhysand fluff #rhys fic #rhysand fic #rhys x reader #rhys x you

645 notes · View notes

itonashi · 1 year

Note

May I request Chigiri Hyoma x reader, but the bllk boys and Chigiri are hanging outside of blue lock and the reader hugs Chigiri from behind while he's talking to someone; suprising chigiri of his s/o's sudden appearance? I LITERALLY CANNOT GET ENOUGH OF THIS MAN 🥰💍💍🙏

BOO!

pairing: chigiri hyoma x fem!reader

warning: mentioned other chars, fluff, lowercase intended, manga spoilers

note: pls pls pls appear in the tag... im gonna cry if it doesn't appear. i hate mobile legends. memang tolol kau tahu tak (nonsense in malay). i love the anon who req me this.

it's time!

for your divine, beautiful, majestic, heavenly, breath-taking, lovely, charming, marvelous, splendid, distinguished, monumental, glorious, astonishing, and pretty boyfriend to get out of his hell hole!!!

the blue lock program.

because of that stupid program you didn't get to even chat him or see him for months! now he's a celebrity after that soccer match that you didn't even managed to get a ticket for.

you want to see him so much instead of chatting with him on some apps. you hated how chigiri hyoma is now known to the world and some ppl liked him because of his beauty. that beauty should've been only for you.

fortunately, he is yours and you are his.

but he said that he only have two weeks break so that means the program is still not finish yet and that made you filled with the 5 stages of grief because that technically means that you won't be seeing him for months again! and who knows? he will also be offered with professional clubs out there.

you're glad that he didn't give up on soccer anymore and how he is really happy now.

with these two weeks break, you will make the most time to hang out with your boyfriend and make the most of it.

oh? is that your lovely boyfriend there? and if you're not mistaken — the people that he's talking to is the blue lock people.

'i want to surprise him. i mean.. his reactions will be so cute! after all, we haven't seen eachother for a long time.'

"i think i will have a chances with many pretty girls this year."

"shut up, otoya."

"being known to the world feels nice."

"i wonder if i have a fanbase..."

"isagi! look at the comments about you."

"people really like nagi, huh."

"why are they so shocked that reo is playing soccer..."

the atmosphere was lively as everyone was talking about different things. some were talking about their popularity, soccer, the u-20 match, school and friends.

what was irritating me is that aryu keep asking me about what i use for my hair. yeah yeah, i know my hair is silky but only some people can touch it. if i don't want him to bother me with his 'glam' things. i just need to straight up tell him about the haircare i use.

"oh really? that's the one you use... hmm, what a shame. it doesn't fit my glam hair."

"ok, aryu..."

just stop talking to me about that, it's boring! damn it. "chigiri! look at people commenting about your beauty!" bachira showed me the multiple comments about my beauty and how they wish they know me earlier... blah blah blah. "haha, it's amazing how chigiri got people to like because of his beauty." isagi said.

"i bet his fanbase is full of girls."

is it? i don't really remember...

"i don't think so?"

"yeah, right.

i couldn't careless about the fanbase anyway. i already have my special someone who never gave up on me. the one who was always there with me through thick and thin. she never left me when i was injured. it was a shame she didn't managed to see the match in front of her eyes.

if she was there, i would've hug her tight even if there was my mother and sister there...

it's been a long time since i see her.

i was conversing with nagi and telling him some information about soccer. when suddenly i felt a hand wrapped around my waist from behind and a beaming girl's voice was heard.

"boo!"

'eh?'

everyone stop talking and look at the uninvited guest that just arrived. 'wooo' and 'oohh' could be heard from them. nagi look at the person who interrupt chigiri from talking and the person unwrapped their hands from chigiri's waist.

"[name]!?"

"oh, you're surprised to see me." you chuckle at the sight of him.

you wave at all the people there and they wave back with welcome but they're definitely questioning who you are from the sudden appearance. otoya did the honor of asking not before asking if you're single.

"im taken by the oh so lovely princess chigiri hyoma."

"oh."

"oi, don't call me that."

well, at least no one's here is beautiful like your boyfriend! this goes unnoticed by you but when otoya asked you that question. he almost tried to gouge out otoya's eyes. you didn't notice yukimiya was there until he spoke up.

"[name], you are dating chigiri?"

"ah, since when are you here... yuki?"

"you two knew each other?"

"he's my co-worker in the model agency but don't worry i never work with him, hyoma."

chigiri let out a sigh of relief at that statement. sure, yukimiya was handsome. and he love how you are loyal to him in the end. they time passed with you being introduced to the boys and come of them praised you for being a beauty and question you is it hard being a model and all that.

you get to know some of them better and it did help with yukimiya being there.

"i think it's time we should go back home." isagi said. the time was almost 5:00 p.m and they all agreed to it — saying goodbyes to one another, you set out walking back home with chigiri.

"you really surprised me back there."

"your reaction was worth it. hehe."

typical [name]. a little prankster ever since middle school. "here, do you want my hand?" chigiri offered you his hand for you to wrapped your hands around it and you did just that. you lean your head on his shoulders while walking to the train station. talking along the way about the day and your opinion on the boys.

"you did great on the match, hyoma. you don't have to think about it that much when you were out half time. i have been watching you that whole match even if i wasn't there. you're my favorite player out there."

it was out of the blue when you said that but it was comforting to him. you are his biggest supporter and he will never let go of that fact. the things you said to comfort him. you always know what his feelings are at the moment.

"thank you, [name]."

you chuckle at his flustered voice.

"that's my duty as your biggest supporter."

you two arrived at the train station and wait for your train to come and board it. it is fortunately empty. you love some quiet times with chigiri on the train.

you lean your head on chigiri's shoulder and close your eyes while holding his hand on the train and hum a melody. "[name], what do you think of me?" he said with a slight nervous. hoping at what you said about him is all positive.

"if im being brutally honest... after you were injured, you care too much about what those people said about your injuries. especially those wanima twins. i hate them. you have me on your back — i will defend you from those types of people but im happy that you're not giving up on soccer. you are a hardworking guy. you are slightly moody though..."

"that's too honest."

"i did said i was brutally honest."

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #bllk #you #chigiri hyoma x reader #itomlist!!✧#chigiri hyoma #itoworks!!✧#itoreqs!!✧#itoanonss?!✧#otoya eita #yukimiya kenyu #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi yoichi #blue lock meguru bachira #bachira meguru #yukimiya kenyu x reader #nagi seishiro #nagi seishiro x reader

552 notes · View notes

kikarouflames · 5 months

Text

Post War! Levi x Reader

Tags: fluff, flirting, Canon typical description of violence, kissing, slight daddy kink still SFW.

Fresh evening breeze in your hairs, and the orange glow of setting sun painting the houses and landscape. You are on the terrace of your home with your husband by your side.

The aftermath of the rumbling still grimly marks it's presence, humanity has a long way to recovery. You look down when you hear giggling of children, one of them is clutching the toy you distributed to them earlier in the morning, the other are running after the young boy trying to play tag or some other childish games.

You can't help but smile, even years after the conclusion of such a hellish event, these children can smile and save thier naive eyes from the horrors the world. Levi and You have finally decided to marry each other, you both fought so bravely in the final battle to save the remaining of humanity. It's been a year since your marriage. You didn't thought that would be possible in the past.

Levi has to go through yet another hell throughout his recovery. You were by his side every second of it. For 3 or more years he suffered from intense pain and it hurts you to even think about those times. His wails, the times he woke up screaming, when he would have nightmares. You were by his side, but couldn't do anything other than help him and take care of him. You couldn't do something or anything to take his pain away. The helplessness was digging deep in your soul.

You weren't immune to nightmares either, big heads, humongous bodies, the blood and the rotten smell of flesh, the broken bones and ravaged and ragged soldiers, your lost comrades. Everything comes back time to time to plague your sleep. But when you think the amount of times Levi has suffered. From one hell to other. No, you won't allow this to be another hell. By his side, you will make sure this remainder of what is outside the island won't become the hell you, Levi and your friends lived through, for the brighter future you will push forward even when your bones are wiggling.

You would give anything to protect Levi and take his suffering away. And you know he would do the same. There were times Levi hated himself for asking you to take care of him, how he thought he is being a burden on you.

You refuse the notion of him being anything less than he was before, you will take care him, because you love him, adore him. He is never a burden on you. How can he be, he is the most glorious man to be able to be by his side you feel honored. Your love,admiration and respect grows every second.

Walking him around pushing his wheelchair, helping him with bathing, brushing his hairs, shaving, dressing him up, helping him getting onto the bed, cooking for him, checking his medication and everything that you could do for this great man, who gave everything for the better of humanity. This is nothing in comparison. You love talking care of him.

Remembering all that had happened over the years, it's nice to be able to sit and build the world again with available building blocks with the love of your life by your side. You admire that quality of him, that the world showed him hell again and again and he still spread his wings and raised from the flames of destruction like Phoenix and ascended like an angel.

You look at your side, your eyes finding Levi face from the side. He is looking upward toward the sky, watching the birds fly overhead again. He does that everytime. You know he is hoping the freedom these birds have is the one his comrades got, they deserve to fly high and soar through the sky, you hope the very same.

Oh the orange hue painting his perfect face, his whitened scarred eye reflects the rays of setting sun and his raven silky hairs shine, he looks so ethereal like a masterpiece an artist of highest degree has painted on the canvas. You can look at him everytime and left mesmerized everytime.

He slowly turns his head to look at you while sitting on his wheelchair, "what? You look like you're bewitched by a miracle" he says.

You flash a big pretty smile and say ," yeah, I am, it's the most wonderful miracle that has ever happened in my life" you eyes are so soft, lovelorn hue filters the orange one and looks at the very subject that inspires it.

Levi eyes goes still, and softens again, his hearts melts again. His cheeks looks even redder in the sunset and he averts his gaze, looks away.

"You incorrigible flirt" he smile faintly, looks at you again,

"What? it's true!" You say, giggling.

He huffs, puts his well build, strong arm around your waist, pulls you in toward him, you yelp a little at the sudden motion. Your thighs hits the side of the wheel chair. He nugdes you to slide on one of the arm rests, you carefully obligates. The wheelchair is sturdy and strong, and it isn't the first time you are doing this.

He pulls you in,to kiss your lips, you give in with no protests, bending low to kiss him too. Your lips meet, you close your eyes indulging in the feel of his mouth, his lips, his tongue and his flavor. He kisses you with so much passion and when you open your eyes he is already looking at you, he always does. He pulls away, both of you are left with cherry red lips.

"You have any idea of how much I love you, darling?. I ain't no good flirt, but sure I will tell you how beautiful you are very second of the day." He says, pulling you even closer, he slips you off of the arm rest, into his lap. You stare right at him, you are too used to his bluntnes.

You laugh and says jokingly " you will? Then I better hear you say it everytime I meet your eyes"

He brings his hand up, pinching your cheek, you groan in sweet annoyance," you're no better than a mis behaving brat, and if that's what you want I will" he says, snorting a cute laugh.

"If I am no better than a mis behaving brat, why don't you decline, huh" you say, and pull closer to his ear and whisper seductively, " daddy".

And rest was a glorious history.

-> sorry I got a bit a bit lazy so I didn't write the smut. I might write smut in part 2.

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi x you #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x y/n #fluff #levi fluff #attack on titan #levi aot #aot #levi attack on titan #levi #shingeki no kyojin #snk #kikarou writes #kikarou writes fluff

133 notes · View notes

dulcegirlll · 9 months

Text

Geto x chubby!reader – Part 1

It was always them. Those with their bright smiles, clean faces, fancy purses, perfect lives..

Never me. I was always too plain, too nerdy, too short, too plump. Never someone that he would ever spare one glance to. I let myself think that maybe I could be more than his next door neighbour. More than the cute 'fluffy' girl next door, who wore glasses and watched childish cartoons— just maybe.

Geto Suguru was beautiful. It showed in the way he walked with an air of authority and a little bit of awkwardness. It showed when he smiled and his eyes would wrinkle at the ends, a tiny hint of amusement sparkling in his pale orbs. It especially showed when he would kiss his girlfriend against her locker: the way his height would overtake hers and how he would grip the back of her head tightly to deepen the kiss, dimples peeking out on his right cheek as he swallowed her moans.

I wished it was me instead. Prayed even.

My eyes would be unable to move from the glorious sight of his long, slender fingers gripping the handle on the locker, to prevent himself from doing something that shouldn't be done in the bustling halls of highschool.

My heart would beat twice as fast and I would walk away from the sight, my chest heaving, books in hand.

In the end, I would always come to the conclusion that Geto Suguru was beautiful with his long, silky hair and kind eyes, and beautiful people never spoke to girls like me.

But maybe just maybe— I'll have the courage to respond to one of his good afternoon's when he sees me out on my back step in the afternoon. Maybe.

#geto x reader #chubby reader #geto x chubby reader #x chubby reader #lil spicy..?#not edited #geto suguru #just a drabble

207 notes · View notes

weepingflowerbonkcop · 4 months

Text

Here is me defending my thoughts and opinions once again. Enjoy my headcannons and feel free to use them if any likes!

Best to worse hygiene in the Chain:

1. Warriors

2. Calamity

3. Legend

4. First

5. Fierce Diety

6. Four

7. Koridai

8. Time

9. Courage

10. Sky

11. Twilight

12. Wind

13. Sage

14. Wild

15. Hyrule

Best to worse hygiene in the Chain:

Part 2

4. First

• Alright so he was kept in a dungeon and tortured for a bit so at that time bathing wasn't such a big thing for him. But once he got out and had a dip, he decided that water was the most glorious thing for Hylians to have.

• He likes to soak in a cold bath for a long while. It's therapeutic for him and it soothes the scars littering his body.

• He does search for a body of water when they make camp for the night just so that he can wash up. He doesn't care how far he has to walk to the water - he's going to have the next best thing to therapy for himself.

• I also see him going and making sure that the younger Link's take regular baths as well. He's not as bad as Legend and Time with it but he us very persistent with the subject.

• First doesn't really use too much products like Wars and Legend, but he has his own that he specifically uses with more calming scents or those of a Middle aged man like Old Spice.

• Of course he is a knight that we know, but I don't think he'd be all that with the idea of being over hygienic. The regular and simple hygiene is fine with him, taking baths regularly, washing your hands, etc.

5. Fierce Diety

• The reason why I scored him so high is because although he is a literal War God, he's not one to like the aftermath per say.

• He might not be bothered by the sight of blood and gore or it getting on himself. But I fairly believe he likes to keep himself neat and orderly - meaning he does do a thorough wash up after.

• He wouldn't like the iron smell on him from the blood and all.

• He might not bathe every single day, but he does every second or third day when he's not covered in blood. He also has a routine that he follows with how he showers/bathes. First a good shower and then a bath.

• He does keep up with hygiene like washing his hands regularly because of his title as a War God.

• He's not picky with the smell of the soap or shampoo but he does have a preference for the more earthy type smells like pine or something similar to the forest.

6. Four

• He's a smith my people, he does sweat alot and ends up smelling like he hasn't bathed in weeks. He doesn't like the smell of sweat and it makes him feel gross when it feels like the heat is making his clothes stick to him.

• He bathes everyday but he doesn't always wash his hair. He's got certain days that he deticates for doing his hair care routine. Can't argue with me, just LOOK at his silky hair.

• Not only with his occupation, his other selves (Red, Blue, Vio, Green) also have their own preferences on cleanliness. They are the main reason for Fours awareness about his hygiene.

• Blue doesn't mind the smell of sweat as much as the other colours. But he does hate it when his face and hair get dirty/oily.

• Red and Vio are both the clean freaks out of the colours. At first it won't bother them as much but after a good 30 minutes their both wanting nothing more than to take a nice bath and scrub the guck gone.

• Green is the one to take action of going and washing up after he notices any dirt. He keeps his hands clean to the best of his ability even while working.

54 notes · View notes

kenneth-the-mudmander · 6 months

Text

Not to be too bisexual, but god, everyone in Willow is so hot

Jade, with her gorgeous curly red hair and freckle kissed skin. A calm, stoic, and fiercly loyal demeanor.

Kit, with her dark eyes that say, "I'm ready to kick anyones ass, just try me." Her short tousled hair. Her cocky smile. Short queen energy.

Elora, with her bright sparkling blue eyes and gentle understanding looks. Her firey wavy hair that looks like a river at sunset. All her kindness and goodness topped with righteous rage.

Airk, with his soft casual honey blonde hair. His fashion is so so yummy. His soft shy but flirty smile.

Boorman, god there is so much that is hot about Boorman. His tall lanky but so manly meaty body. His beautiful gorgeous shining silky long black hair. His glorious beard. The tattoos are super hot. The way he rocks wearing layers of jewelry. And his big beautiful brown eyes with long lashes. Swoon

Graydon, oh Graydon. His soft black curls that look so beautiful pulled back into a half ponytail. His big beautiful sad dark eyes. Im such a sucker for sad guys. His soft kind way he talks. The yearning in his eyes. His beautiful dark skin.

Gosh, what a beautiful group. As fans we are truely so lucky. (Lots of other beautiful people too in the show! I just wanted to highlight how gorgeous the core crew was. ((Im obviously biased towards Graydon and Boorman lmao)))

#willow 2022 #willow #willow cast #willow disney+#rambling

44 notes · View notes

draculasfavoritewife · 10 months

Text

Din Djarin x Reader Headcanons Pt. 2

Summary: You and the Mandalorian become something more than merely hunting partners.

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!Reader

Warnings: Me waxing ridiculously poetic about him. Implied smut towards the end.

Here it is! Part 2 of my Mando headcanons! Hope everyone enjoys the payoff! So sorry it's so long -- I sure had fun writing these :) Din Djarin is pretty much perfect, and anyone who thinks otherwise just hasn't seen enough of him.

*Translations of words/phrases in Mando'a at the end

A couple of weeks go by after the shower, and you avoid each other except when necessary, as if by an unspoken agreement

Din just needs the time to sort all his thoughts and feelings out, as he's suddenly questioning everything

So he comes off as more brusque and distant than usual, which is really saying something

You can see the turmoil seething underneath though, so you give him space and just hope his final conclusion isn't that he needs to be alone again

It ends up being the opposite

After a particularly deadly hunt in which you were both confronted with the very real possibility of the other one dying, you retreat to your makeshift quarters in the hope of sleeping off some of the distress that's still eating at you from the inside out

You don't hear his approach, since he's stripped off most of his beskar besides the helmet

But when you look up, he's looming sullenly over your bunk

You stubbornly stay silent, waiting for him to make the first move

"I can't...lose you"

He can't believe he's said those words so plainly, but there they are, hanging in the cold air between you

You find you can't speak or the tears might finally fall, so instead you cling to him, shoving your head into his shoulder and letting your fingers dig through his dark undershirt into his back

His answering embrace is crushing, and you remember just how deeply attached this man can become to another being

"Don't leave me, Din Djarin," you whisper "I love you"

He's quiet for a long moment, but this time you don't doubt him, you know he has a much more difficult time with intimacy than you do

"Cyar'ika" is what he finally chooses to hum, and that single word means more than any poetic verse or lengthy admission

"Stay with me tonight," you request softly as you finally pull back from his strong arms "rest with me in the darkness, let me hold you"

And he actually does

You can't really see him in the blackness, but your light mattress dips dramatically to his weight as he joins you, and you eagerly pull him to you as you both settle

Dank farrik, he's so warm as he lets you curl into his now bare torso -- you may never let this man sleep without you again

Perhaps it's because you both could've been killed today, but he exhibits none of his usual hesitancy as you burrow closer to him, his arms folding around you and skin meeting skin

This may just be the most relaxed you've ever experienced him

He's surprised you remember a few of his scars from that time you two showered together, and if they're ones he recalls, he tells you a few stories of how they came to decorate his body

You can't get enough of the way his voice growls deep in his chest against you, without all that armor in between

Although you know that it will be a long time before you ever get to truly see his face, you learn a few things about him, there in the dark, and it helps you imagine him a little better

You like the way his scruffy stubble scrapes against your cheek when he leans over to murmur in your ear; you hadn't expected him to be unshaven but you find the idea suits him

His hair is glorious, thick and slightly curling where it's longer, a tantalizing blend of silky soft and coarser strands, and after the way he stiffened the first time your hands strayed into it, he actually seems to enjoy the sensation of your fingers brushing through it

He talks to you more on this sightless, bare night than he has in probably your entire partnership so far

He lapses into his native tongue as sleep starts to overtake both of you, and even though you're rusty and don't understand all of the phrases, you're completely his as soon as you first feel the sensation of his full lips forming words against your shoulder and the back of your neck

The two of you rapidly become much closer after that night

It's not unusual for your hands to linger on each other when you're repairing the ship or during other quiet activities while you're alone

Though when on the hunt, you two maintain a very professional civility and not much else

He's become much more fiercely protective of you, though he'd deny it, but you see and it makes you smile

Shared showers become more commonplace, and he shares your bed on the nights you ask him to

But he's always long gone by the time you wake up

Mando'a is coming back to you the longer you stay with him, and sometimes the two of you converse entirely in that tongue for days

Your first kiss takes you by complete surprise, and he hadn't planned on it either

It was after a successful hunt in which you'd pulled an admittedly stupid stunt to come out on top, and no matter the fact that you were relatively unscathed, this man is angrier than a rancor that you would put yourself at risk like that for a few extra credits

You are his now, after all, and he's nothing if not ridiculously protective of what's his

"I never want to see you do something like that again" he seethes, and though he doesn't raise his voice you can hear the fury roiling underneath

"Stop fretting over it, Din, I'm here, aren't I? Nothing happened"

You hear the grating exhale beneath his helmet, too many emotions he's not familiar with surging to the surface from where he's bottled them up, but all he knows is that if you won't let his words pierce your thick skull, he'll have to show you what you mean to him

You can't keep back a yelp of shock as the lights go out

There's a click and a clang as he rips his helmet off, probably the most carelessly he's ever done it

And before you can process a thing he's nearly on top of you, and his lips are devouring yours, and kriff you never thought kissing him would taste so good

When he finally releases you so you can breathe again, his forehead is resting against yours, the Keldabe gesture you only faintly remember receiving from your buir, and it makes your heart ache to feel it from him

"Now" he huffs "I won't be seeing another stunt that foolhardy from you again, do I make myself clear?"

"Understood, Cyare"

He doesn't let you out of his grasp throughout the night

It takes a long time to eventually achieve further intimacy beyond a kiss, though you know he's thought about it, and you definitely do

Perhaps unsurprisingly, he's the one dragging his feet -- you've wanted this for a long time now -- but you didn't expect his reasoning for being reluctant

"How can you want us to share something so personal, when THIS is such a problem?"

You are completely lost when he vaguely gestures at his head, it takes a minute to process he means the fact that you haven't seen his face

"Din," you start, reaching up to trail a caress down the side of his visor to his breastplate "What if I were blind? Would you think my love for you less if I couldn't see you at all?"

That makes him think

"I know you, I've seen you at your best and your worst; I've slept beside you and learned all your scars with my fingers; but more than that, I see you here"

You place your hand over his heart, which you know from experience has most likely quickened at your gentle touch

"I love you, and if ever I am privileged to see your face I will only love you more, but I will not know you more, for I know you already"

"You are mine, Din Djarin, and you are mesh'la"

He can say nothing for a moment, too overwhelmed by your words and the fact that you respect him and his creed so deeply

It takes another few days of him turning it all over in his head -- though he's very good at making snap decisions, this is one that requires more consideration

He's quiet, and more efficient than ever during your next hunt, if that's even possible, and you can tell by his sharp movements that he's on edge

When you return to the ship, he gently but purposefully guides you to his quarters, a place you've hardly stepped foot inside for the entire time you've been here, and your heart starts beating erratically with anticipation

"Do you still want this?" he asks

"More than anything"

The darkness swallows you both in its welcoming embrace

Your Mandalorian is the lover you've always dreamed of; he can be gentle -- so soft with you it's maddening -- or rough enough to make you plead for more

He tells you in undertones just how highly he thinks of you, all the things he's always too stoic to say out loud, but your love seems to have finally loosened that stubborn tongue of his and you bask in it

You sleep that night in his bed, for the first time of many

And he's still there when you wake, as warm and solid as ever, one arm thrown around your body and his other hand twined in your hair, your foreheads pressed together, and dank farrik you love this man so fiercely you know you would kill or die for him

"Welcome back," he teases as he feels you shift against his body "You were out cold"

"And whose fault is that, Djarin?" you kiss him softly "I didn't think you'd still be here"

"I wanted to watch you wake up for once"

You smile and sink back into his hold, since he seems for once in no hurry to move his day forward

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, Din"

He brings your hands up to play with his hair, and makes a pleased sound deep in his throat when you pull a little -- who would have thought he would like that?

"Let's do this again sometime?" you hum

His chuckle, barely audible, thrums into your ribcage where his chest presses against yours

And his kiss, coupled with the reverent fingertips drawing heated trails up your spine, gives his reply more eloquently than words ever could

Eventually, life does remind you both that it stops for no one, and you rise to return to the more familiar routine of a pair of bounty hunters on the run

But, as it turns out, your Mandalorian makes an excellent NON-platonic shower partner as well -- the poor 'fresher wasn't ready for that much steam ;)

Cyar'ika = Sweetheart

Cyare = Beloved

Mesh'la = Beautiful

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum = I love you; I will know you forever

#the mandalorian #din djarin #mandalorian x reader #din djarin x reader #headcanon #part 2 baby #hes so fine #star wars #romantic #x reader #female reader #i love him #this is the way #bounty hunter #I just need to run my fingers through this man's beautiful hair please #slow burn

51 notes · View notes

akaridream · 1 year

Text

after dark pt. 4: recon (hawks x reader)

tags: hawks x reader

cw: just a taste of spice ;) cursing, hawks is a big fat flirt, afab reader, mentions of drugs

taglist: @inkthgoat @pnsduck @animedreamworlds @melxdig @mizvaun @mysideeffectsofyou @thecityofspareparts @soleilandpeaches

masterlist

You crushed your silky bed sheets in your fists and arched your back wildly. A whine died in your throat. With great effort, you pried open your eyes to see what was between your quaking thighs.

"Mm, angel," his voice echoed in your head. Whatever he was doing made you whine again. You reached down and clawed at the mess of blond hair, pulling hard. His eyes, hazy with lust met yours. Your heart quivered. The little black marks around his fierce amber eyes, his lips glistening, his cheeks flush with desire...

Your phone buzzed, startling you awake.

Fuck.

You removed your sleep mask and whipped it away, then rolled over and groaned into your pillow. You sprawled out over your queen size bed, stretching your legs and wings to occupy the whole things. You rolled to your side and pressed your thighs together, trying to feel the remnants of pleasure left over from your dream.

Damn it, this bird boy is gonna kill me.

Breeding season had never been an issue, thanks to your solitary lifestyle. A personalized birth control pill had kept your hormones regular, but it didn’t quell your drive entirely. In years past, spring had meant a day or two off with a trashy romance novel and your detachable shower head. It was nothing you couldn’t take care of on your own. But with a certain someone a daily presence for the next three weeks, you feared a far more agonizing season than ever.

I can’t let myself do anything stupid, you thought as you reached for your phone.

Hawks: lemme know when you’re up, I’ve got some intel on our little friends

Of course it was him, like he could read your dreams. Oh, the glorious color that would spread across his face if he knew you were dreaming of him. His pupils would dilate with arousal, he’d take a step closer and-

God damn it. This is gonna be harder than I thought. You had to take a cold shower before you replied, decidedly not reaching for your shower head. How could you look him in the eye in a few hours if you got off to thoughts of him?

Your raging hormones finally began to subside as you wrapped a towel around yourself and combed your wet hair.

You: Morning bird boy. I’ll be heading to my office in a bit, was gonna do some recon on Yamamoto

Hawks: you got time to chat? Or I can meet you at your office while I’m on patrol

You: You can call whenever you get a minute. I’d rather you not be seen going to and from my office too frequently

Your phone started ringing. “Hey, what’s up?” you answered.

“Morning, angel, although it’s almost noon already. You stay up late last night after we separated?”

“Maybe a little, but I usually sleep ten hours or so.”

“Damn, that’s luxurious! Next time I get a day off I might have to go for that,” he said. You could hear the wind rushing through the phone.

“How long have you been at it already today?” you asked.

“Been out and about since 8 or so. But before that I was digging around on my agency’s database, so I got in to the office around 6:30.”

“Geez, workaholic.”

“Yeah, I know. I gotta take time off and take you out one of these days!”

You smiled. “Oh yeah? And where do you think you’re gonna take me that we won’t be seen together?”

“Ah, I can’t tell you yet. It’s a surprise. But I do have an idea.” Your heart danced. “Oh yeah, the reason I called. Turns out Officer Mori has had three different fitness-for-duty evaluations in the past three years. Typically those only happen when-”

“When an officer gets in trouble for something, I’m familiar. Any details about why he was evaluated?”

“That’s the thing,” Hawks said. “The documents were full of redacted passages. My suspicion is that he’s gotten caught for Trigger before and they covered it up for some reason.”

“So you think this supply link has gone on for that long?” you asked as you sat at the foot of your bed.

“Well, if this is the main guy linking them, yes. But there could be other officers involved. We may want to look into who else has been caught with Trigger in the past three years or so.”

“Why would they want to cover it up? You’d think they would fire him after the first or second offense, but the fact that this recent one was his fourth is really fishy.”

“Yeah, I agree. The police are hurting for new recruits, so they might wanna keep as many on board as they can. But why would you want to keep officers that are committing crimes?” he asked.

You sighed. “Hm, not a great situation. So, do you want me to look more into the police?”

“Sure, see what you can find. If nothing, we need to check out Yamamoto from the Safety Commission- Oh, shit. I gotta go, text me if you find anything out before we meet up tonight!” The call disconnected.

Silly hero, you thought. But man, he really must be working a lot. We separated around midnight last night and he was already back at his office by 6:30? And he worked the whole day yesterday…

You dressed in a simple pair of black skinny jeans and camisole, throwing on a hoodie you had cut to just sleeves and hood to allow for your wings. Complete with your favorite chunky boots, you hopped on the subway across town to your office. Once there, you selected a focusing citrus scent for your diffuser and got to work. You began with news reports and press releases about officers with Trigger, corroborating their information with the police database. After a few hours of digging, you were stumped.

You: Hey, I’ve been poking around the police archives and haven’t come across a single thing with redacted info

Hawks: what kind of reports have you been looking at?

You: Well I started with incidents that came up from public records like news articles and stuff

Hawks: check out everything you can find on Mori specifically, see if you can find the report from his first evaluation three years ago

You did as he suggested and like magic, the exact report Hawks had told you about came up. You sat back and scratched your head.

You: I found the report, black lines and all. Why the hell didn’t this report come up earlier?

You went back to scrounging around the database for your target’s name and found the two other evaluations. They too, were full of redacted information. “What the hell?” you said under your breath.

A flash of red out the glass office door caught your eye.

“Hey,” Hawks said, strolling in like he owned the place. “I was nearby and had some downtime, figured I’d stop by.”

You smirked and tried to ignore your quickening pulse. “Cutting out from work early?”

He smiled and pulled a box of matcha Pocky from his pocket. “Yeah, to do other work!”

You tilted your head. “Spring Pocky is out already? Didn’t we just have the winter one the other day?”

He opened the box and offered you the first piece. “Yep, the sakura will be blooming before long. We’ll have to go see them together.”

Hawks stripped off his flight jacket, headset and goggles, then ran a hand through his windswept hair. “Man, it’s starting to feel like spring too. Way warmer than I thought it’d be today.”

Your eyes grazed over his taught abdomen and arms. His black muscle tee showed off every dip and contour just right. You began to salivate, and not because of the Pocky. You cleared your throat and stared at your computer, reluctant to take your eyes off him.

“Yeah, it’s supposed to be gorgeous out today.” He placed his shed gear on the arm of the love seat. With his back turned, you had a chance to admire him further. The way his wings transitioned to his lats, his strong traps, and those triceps… You bit your lip. Hard. You wanted your legs wrapped around that thin waist of his, your back pressed to the wall, his lips sealed to your neck-

Shit. Can’t go there right now!

He turned back towards you and your eyes locked for a beat before he glanced at your monitor. “You find anything else?”

You swallowed, hoping he couldn’t read your sinful thoughts. “Yes, Mori’s other two reports, full of black.”

Hawks took a knee next to your chair. “Yep, looks just like the first. Hmm…” He thought for a moment, eyes running over the screen. “Seems like anything that was reported publicly was a full report. All the stuff about Mori was kind of buried and I had to know what I was looking for to find it.”

Hawks rested his upper arm against your thigh. “Makes sense. They’re trying to hide it. Makes me wonder if there are higher up’s involved. Hey, I have an idea. Pop open a tab for the Fukuoka Police staff listing.” You did as he requested.

“Sorry I don’t have a second chair for you,” you said.

“No worries, I’m used to being on my feet or wings all day. So, I think we should scour the database for every officer like you did for Mori and see if we come up with any redacted reports.”

You nodded and worked diligently with Hawks next to you, guiding your inquiries. You worked together seamlessly, your minds synced in similar thought patterns. Eventually, you compiled a list of officers with suspicious reports to their names.

“Alright, so now we have an even better idea of who might be involved besides Mori. But there’s one more person I think you should check out,” Hawks said. “Search for Chief Matsui.”

“Really?” you asked, turning to look at Hawks directly. “You think this could go that far up?”

He looked disappointed. “’Fraid so. We’d be remiss if we didn’t at least check him out, right?”

You nodded and ran a search for the chief of police. To both of your surprise, not a single document came up.

“Nothing?” you said. “Nothing at all? Everyone had at least a little something, even just a yearly salary report.”

Hawks sighed. “Shit. That’s even weirder than finding redacted docs. No way that’s accurate.” His phone began to buzz, but he dismissed it.

“Villains taking over the streets?” you asked.

He chuckled. “Nothing my sidekicks can’t handle, I’m busy with you,” he said with a nudge and soft smile. “Plus I haven’t made a playlist for tonight’s stakeout yet.”

You scoffed. “Is that really a top priority?”

“Absolutely! While I do that, here-” he stood and leaned over your desk to open a new tab. “Let me get you signed in to the Safety Commission database so you can check in on our pal Yamamoto. You have a VPN, right? Don’t want them to see your IP connected to their database.” His earthy, masculine fragrance made your head so dizzy that you almost purred. You watched the toned muscles of his forearms move beneath his skin as he typed in credentials. Your nails dug into your knee and you breathed deeply, his woodsy natural aura filling your lungs. It was more invigorating than any of your fancy oils.

For fuck’s sake. If I can’t get control of my thoughts, I might melt into the floor.

“There, should be good to go. Hope you don’t mind, but I’m gonna take a few minutes to chill, maybe make a game plan for our surveillance tonight,” he said, sauntering over to the love seat and lounging across it on his side.

You nodded stiffly and stared back at your computer.

“You alright?” he asked. “You seem a little… Tense.”

Oh, you have no idea.

“I’m fine. Sleep was… Tumultuous last night,” you lied.

He quirked up an eyebrow. “Maybe you should take a few minutes to relax then.”

But if I look away from this computer, I’m going to look at you. Looking at you would only make me more tense, and tension means I might do something irrational, like jump in your lap.

You closed your eyes and massaged the space between your eyebrows. “Don’t want to lose focus.”

“Kind of seems like you already have,” he said. He scooted back on the love seat and patted the open space in front of him. “Just five minutes to kill the eye strain from staring at that monitor.”

You sighed and tilted your head. “Fine. But only five minutes.” You padded across the office and sat down with him, subconsciously resting your plush ass against his belt and lower abs. He curled his body around you, resting his hand next to your hip.

“Here, help me find some songs. How do you feel about My Chemical Romance?” he asked, pulling out his phone.

“I like them. I only know a few of their more popular ones though,” you said. As you compiled songs together, you traded subtle flirtations. He gave you a playful poke, you took his hand to view his phone more closely. He moved to rest his phone against your thigh, you added a suggestive song. Hawks’ hand at your hip slid a finger through your belt loop, you leaned back into him. His every touch, every movement was caught by your sharp perceptions. He was claiming you, and you were letting him.

This can’t happen, idiot, you thought to yourself. This partnership is nothing more than temporary. Get your horny self under control or he’s gonna break your heart!

You frowned, knowing you were right. On the other side of mating season, you’d go back to being perfectly happy alone and Hawks would be nothing but a flirtationship, just like the rest of your crushes.

“S’matter?” he asked, tilting his head to look at you with puppy-like eyes. You melted, nearly sighing aloud.

“It’s nothing, promise,” you lied, but Hawks looked incredulous. He opened his mouth to argue, but his phone began to buzz. This time, he answered.

“Yo, you guys get things cleaned up downtown?” he asked, leaning away from you. You took the opportunity to walk to your desk to work on more research. Hawks’ conversation wrapped up quickly and he sighed.

“Heading back out?” you asked. He started putting his flight gear back on, easily working his wings through his custom jacket.

“Yeah, duty calls I guess. Glad I got to have a little break from the action at least. Let me know if you find anything else of interest, kay?”

You nodded as he slid his flight goggles back on. “Of course.” Your focus drifted back to your computer, but Hawks stepped over to your desk once again.

“One more thing before I go though. It’s really important.”

You spun your chair towards him and looked up at him. “What’s up?”

He smiled and fidgeted with his fingers. “Friday night, when we’re done with surveillance.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Mmhmm. What about it?”

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and leaned against your filing cabinet. “I know the owner of this little ramen shop. It’s one of those places with booths where you order from a screen and there’s a little window where your food comes out. No interaction with waiters or anything. Owner said he’d stick around late so I can take you there.”

The corners of your mouth turned upwards before you could stop them.

“And since it’s technically after we’re done working…” he continued. “I was hoping you’d let me call it a date.”

Your stomach flipped like you were free-falling. Your eyes connected with his and you melted like butter on a stack of fresh pancakes: Warm and fluffy on the inside, hot enough to burn on the outside.

“Um… Yeah. I think I’d like that.”

He nodded and grinned. “Great! I’m already looking forward to it. It’s in this romantic little back alley, and Murakami makes the best tonkotsu. Promise it’ll be worth your time!”

You giggled, your cheeks growing sore from smiling so hard. “I trust you, Hero.”

He tilted his head and a soft expression graced his handsome features. “Wish I could stay, but my sidekicks will be wondering where the heck I snuck off to. I’ll see you in a few hours!” He waved and disappeared down the hallway.

You squealed quietly to yourself and put your cheek down on the cold glass of your desk. Even in your bliss, the logical part of your mind screamed.

Just what the hell am I getting myself into?

part 5

#hawks x y/n #hawks x reader #bnha hawks #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x y/n

67 notes · View notes