#Things getting a lil spicy tonight
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Hey!! A mutual just sent me your fic "A manspreading man" and gosh,,,definitely one of the best steamy Alastor x reader I've read 😩❤ If you're okay with it, could I request an Alastor x shy!reader where a cozy night when neither of them can sleep so they stay up, maybe having tea together too but, they end up getting steamy with each other?,, 😳 Love your work!! ❤❤
𝓉𝑒𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹
alastor/shy f!reader
warnings: smut w/ a lil fluffies. pet names. kind of primal alastor. p in v. fingering. dub con. not proofread.
aww thank you nonnie baby!! tbh manspreading man was one of my favorites to write so i’m very glad to hear that you liked it so much to request something this lovely & spicy 🤭 got me going back to my roots with writing for al lol, i hope u enjoy <3
For some odd reason you couldn’t fall asleep. Not that the noises of constant terrors outside and the old sounds of the hotel didn’t have you usually sleeping like a baby it’s just that tonight of all nights seemed different.
Having you tossing and turning like a flopping fish, moments of just staring at the empty ceiling, or throwing a pillow over your face in hopes that you might suffocate yourself to sleep, but none of those seemed to help your ongoing sleep deprivation.
Finally after the last toss you turned you end up throwing yourself out of bed with a huff and your feet seem to oddly enough lead you to none of than Alastor’s quarters right across from your room. The door being slightly cracked enough to let you peak inside, hearing the inviting soft crackly of a jazz record playing and seeing the flicker of a candle going on an end table. Though it seemed very inviting you couldn’t help the sudden nervousness you felt wash over you when you went to approach the door, hugging the blanket you dragged along the way for some kind of support in this. Since you did have a crush on the deer fellow after all and everytime he would come around you would loose all your senses and look like an utter idiot when you’d scurry away from him to save face. In which you were completely committed to doing right now until the door suddenly swung open and you were met with Alastor’s elegantly tall stature.
“Oh!- Well hello my dear..” He speaks surprised to see you standing there holding your blanket in hand, hearing the static in his voice instantly turning your cheeks pink. “What brings you to my door at this hour.?”
You shift on your feet fiddling with your hands in the blanket before speaking, “m’ sorry a-alastor i-i just couldn’t sleep..i’ll be going now..” Your eyes trained on the buttons of his blazer, never meeting his gaze in knowing you’d blush more if you did while you spoke, quickly turning on your heel to make your way back to your room though his clawed hand grabbed your wrist before you could completely make your getaway.
Then you were pulled back to face him, his other hand coming up to your chin to make you look up at him, your cheeks instantly warming up more like you knew they would. “Can’t sleep? You poor thing..I actually have quite the remedy for such things..” He hums, then suddenly letting go of you to grab something from a cupboard leaving you standing there in his doorway.
After a second or two he turns his head to see you standing there sheepishly earning a soft chuckle from him. “Come sit dear..it’ll just be a moment.” He says nodding over to an antique arm chair that sat next to an intricate round table with a matching chair on the other side to go with it.
You shimmy yourself over to it making yourself comfortable on the chair, seeming to feel a bit more relaxed now that you were seated. Alastor then comes to sit down across from you holding two warm teacups that you were sure he used his demon magic to conjure to a certain temp, gesturing it out to you to take. “It’s Chamomile Tea…should do the trick for your sleeplessness..” He says taking his own sip before you did, letting the cup warm up your hands until you tasted it yourself feeling instantly at ease when it went down your throat.
“Wow…that’s good! Thank you Al!” You say with a soft hum and a smile causing Alastor’s smile to look more gentle though something was silently brewing behind those mischievous dial eyes.
“My pleasure my dear…my pleasure indeed..” He takes another sip as there’s a long pause between the two of you. Seeing his gaze over the rim of the cup had wandered down your chest to your hips in an indiscreet way, making your breath slightly falter at the sight.
“S-so…what’re you doing up so late as well?” Your gentle voice hardly above a whisper when you stammer out the question.
“Well I hardly ever sleep..too much to do..and too many folks out there trying to put my head on a mount..” He says nonchalantly in which you nod knowing this was very true with his background, but it was hard to even focus on a simple conversation like this one when his gaze continued its improper cycle along your body.
“Um A-alastor?” You tilt your head down trying to catch his eyes in attempt at getting his attention back by making him realize what he was doing though he already was very much aware what he was doing.
“Hmm? Oh sorry dear, it’s just that…fuck..” He unexpectedly cruses causing your thighs to staple shut when a warmth radiates through your core. Your eyes widening at his outburst, taking note that his chest was rising and falling rather quickly. “W-what’s the matter?” You mutter out confused, big doe eyes searching for some kind of answer on his unreadable face.
A tension brews as a low crackly chuckle escapes from his lips, “You like me don’t you little fawn?”
The unexpected question making a lump form in your throat. Why was he asking this? Were you that obvious? “Going quiet on me now?” His voice rippling through your thoughts with a sense of mocking in his tone. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of darling…” He trails off then getting up from his chair with a creak from its old legs, rounding the small table to come and tower over you, microphone buzzing when he sets it beside him as he leaned into you very close with ether hands at the sides of you clutching the arms of your chair. “..I’m quite fond of you myself..” He husks, his once static voice turning to his normal one as he leaned into your ear to utter those words.
“Y-you are?” You manage to find your voice again, feeling as if the chamomile tea had already kicked in and you were in a surreal dream.
“Mmm yess..” He practically purrs while he toys with the hem of your sleep shorts before riding it up so he can peer down at your plush thighs that were trembling so desperately to try and keep them sealed shut. Then thumbing over the sensitive flesh there he forces them open with his claws digging into them so he could hoist you up and wrap your legs around his hips to bring you to bed and once he has you there he lays you down with him on top but keeping your legs secured around him. “..Feel how much i yearn for you,” he says almost like a question as you then feel him grind his hard on into your clothed warmth. Your face burning as you nod. “Good girl..Shall I show you what I want to do to you?” once more nodding your head he can’t help the low growl admitting from the back of his throat when he slides a finger under the hem of your shorts and pulls them down towards the floor, primal eyes locking onto the wetness of your panties. The sight making his smile enlarged.
“My, My...so soaked just from that?” He couldn’t help but tease, in one single motion ripping your panties off, discarding them just like the shorts.
A low humming buzz is heard when Alastor gets a full view of your needy slick. Pretty pussy, all puffy and red, begging for a good fuck. You couldn’t help instinctively attempt at closing your legs once more with how vulnerable you were infront of him, but he holds them open forcefully with his hands. “Sweetheart..no need to shy away from me…i’m gonna make you feel so good..” you whimper softly just by those cooed words alone, along with the two fingers that were now invading your entrance. The sensation making your body shake as he did it without warning, moving in slow in and out strokes with his fingers, making wet sloshy noises with the air with your hushed whimpers. His fingers feeling like they were so far inside that they’ve reached max capacity…Was his fingers always this long?
“Al-al!..” You whine breathlessly, an all too familiar feeling stirring beneath your tummy with your cunt clenching around his fingers, but he immediately stops just before you could fully come undone.
“Not yet...” He hums with a knowing smile, gently patting your cheek with the other hand. You pout at this though that was quickly replaced when his fingers come in contact with his mouth, softly slurping up the left slick on his fingers, before he crashes his lips on yours, long tongue invading your space making you taste the tangy yet neutral flavor of your own arousal, all while your hips rut against his own in hopes to get that feeling back of your lost euphoria.
Finally getting the hint from your movements he pulls back and takes out his cock, tantalizing tapping it against your aching slit before fully pressing it into your already awaiting pussy. A loud enough cry following with his cock stretching you out with it’s full enough size, reaching much farther lengths then his fingers did. “Such a snug little thing you are,” He hisses while rutting into you, your body bouncing and recoiling with every thrust.
Your head falls back into the mattress, mumbling curses under your breath as the feeling was driving you mad, making him chuckle as you seem to squeeze him in tighter. “You like that..the way my cock just goes in…and out..” He groans as he emphasizes the in and out part by going slow and hard, his cock hitting the wall of your cervix even when he goes slow. “Hey..let me see those pretty fucked out eyes..” he growls lowly, “Atta girl..,” his finger leaning your chin down to look at him, the sight of him so sinful it almost made you come undone on the spot.
His ears flat amongst his head, eyes low and focused and his lip curled almost in a smirk with sweat lining his forehead. You wanted that imagine burned in your brain, which you couldn’t help but admit in your slur of babbles passing from your lips, which only made him fuck you even harder. “Mphmm, yeah? Burned in your brain huh..? That can be arranged..” He snickers genuinely considering haunting you with this imagine from time to time just to make you squirm.
Soon enough, the tightening of your tummy comes back once more and your walls contracts around Alastor’s cock harder then you’d expect. The cum creaming down his cock and dripping onto his sheets beneath you though his pace and speed never lets up. If anything it becomes more impactful as he works up his own orgasm, with you feeling overly sensitive.
His claws dig into your hips as his own snaps ferociously against yours and your post-cumming expression floating in your big eyes was enough to have him over the edge. “I’m gonna make you feel nice and full okay sweetheart?” He seethes out as his hips sputter and he spills his load into your spent little womb.
Slowly pulling out and away, he makes a towel appear in his hand to help you clean up. A soft whimper making its way out at the hollowness you now felt inside, but you were starting to feel sleepy with a small yawn coming after your whimper. “That’s it’s darling…you can sleep now..” He then tucks you under the covers gently with a soft kiss to your forehead seeing your eyes fluttering gently into slumber, completely spent with the workout he just gave you.
After he cleans himself and gets dressed he walks over to the abounded teacups eyeing his own carefully, when he realizes in the murky brew that he accidentally spiked his own somehow, chuckling at his own mix up that ether way seemed to do the trick for your tiresome night.
“No wonder the tea’s gone cold..”
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shield | nico hischier
summary: nico is very protective of his girl, so when someone hurts her, he takes it personally.
warnings: protective nico, physical harassment, swearing, slight violent themes
wc: 1.6k+
a/n: another 3am nico fic 🕺 this one’s a lil bit heavier than most of my nico fics, but don’t worry! i have some new spicy things coming up!
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The bar was jammed. Sweaty bodies pressed into every corner of the bricked building, the heat almost unbearable. A door in the back, propped open was your only solace, serving nicely with the winter air wafting in. Although, despite the sticky air and stench of beer, you couldn’t be happier.
You stood by Nico’s side, practically glued to him, not that he would complain. Nico loved the feeling of your body against his, it brought him comfort knowing you were safely tucked away from the world. He was over the moon, still riding the high of tonight’s win. It was a solid win too. Nico got out with a 3-point night, his ego soaring.
Now, you would never admit this sober, but you loved when he got cocky. The way his body demeanor would change and he would have a special swagger in his step. The sexy smirk that never seemed to leave his face every time his gleaming eyes would settle down to yours. It was almost embarrassing the grasp this man had on you, but you loved every second of it.
His dark shirt clung tightly to his sweaty body, the heat around you two making a visible impression.
You sat next to him at a table with some of the team, celebrating their win. Seeing the wide smile on Nico’s face made you want to take everything bad in the world and toss it away. That way Nico could smile forever.
His arm rested on your thigh, corded with thick veins, squeezed slightly, just as reassurance. You squeezed his hand back.
“You know, I still can’t believe that Merc just left like that! I was in the middle of talking too. What an ass.”
You looked over to where Jack’s voice echoed. His annoyed face set on where Dawson was talking to some girl near the bar. You felt a chuckle rise in your throat, causing you to shove your face into Nico’s arm in an attempt to smother it.
Nico looked down at you with amused eyes, “What’s so funny, schatzi?”
You let out a breath, shaking your head, “Nothing much, Neeks. Just Jacky.”
Nico glanced over his shoulder at Jack, who was still complaining to his, very bored, little brother. He nodded his head slowly in understanding. When he turned back to the table, he noticed your tired eyes.
“You tired, pretty? You’ve been awfully quiet.”
This was true, but only because you enjoyed watching Nico so much. To you, that was more entertaining than talking.
“Yep, I’m all good!” You gave him a big smile. Nico searched your eyes for any insincerity but failed to find any. Accepting your answer, he turned back to Holtz, engaging in a spirited conversation about certain plays during the game.
After half an hour or so, your drink had finally run out, your empty cup now urging to be filled. You nudged Nico’s arm, gaining his attention.
“I’m gonna go get a refill,” You shook your empty cup, proving your point.
His brows furrowed, “Want me to come with you?” His eyes flickered to the large number of people, “It’s a bit crowded over by the bar.”
You smiled at his concern, but denied his request, “No thank you, baby. I’ll be fine.”
He hesitantly agreed, placing a kiss on your temple and a quick, “Be careful,” as you left.
Shimmying your way through the dense population proved to be a lot harder than you originally anticipated, getting bumped back and forth violently. By the time you had reached the bar, you could have sworn you had whiplash.
Quickly flagging down a bartender, you ordered your drink and secured a spot to wait. You bit the inside of your cheek, suddenly feeling uncomfortable by the obvious male gazes from every direction. You could only hope that one didn’t have the balls to approach you, but alas, luck wasn’t on your side tonight.
A lean man, of about 5’8, approached you, clearly too inebriated to be thinking correctly. His scruff was patchy and gross, the tell-tail signs of a failed attempt at growing a beard. His red shirt loosely hung on his body, beer wetting the sides of it. At least, you hoped it was beer. He stumbled into the slot beside you, almost on top of you.
“Hey, sexy. What’s your name?” His voice was grating, not a sultry tone to be heard. You found yourself repulsed by his presence, now desperately wishing Nico had come with you.
“None of your business, but thanks for asking.” You gave him a snide smile, hoping he would take the very obvious hint that you weren’t interested.
“Whoa, attitude, missy. I just asked your name.”
“And I don’t care.” You rolled your eyes, the strange man not making an effort to leave.
“Damn, if you’re this feisty all the time, I know a much better way to put that mouth to use.”
Fear pitted deep in your stomach at the dark look on the man’s face. Needing toi escape, you tried to make a move to leave, but he blocked your way, now caging you to the bar top. Your breath picked up in a panic, frantically searching for someone to help. It was far too loud to call for anyone and everyone around you was already preoccupied with their own conversations.
Deciding to fight back, you lifted your arm to slap the man who was rapidly approaching you. His hand came up to grip your arm harshly, drawing a hiss from your lips as pain spiked through your wrist. Tears sprung in your eyes as you tried your hardest to free yourself from the man’s body. You felt helpless as your voice died in your throat, shutting your eyes tightly.
You prepared yourself for the worst until you felt the man’s weight abruptly leave. Your eyes shot open, seeing a blur of the man get thrown to the ground. The familiar figure of your boyfriend towered over the cowering stranger.
Nico reached down, gripping the man’s collar, dragging him to his feet, and slamming him against the nearest wall.
“What the fuck, do you think you’re doing?” Nico’s eyes were ablaze with fury, a hard look resting on his once-happy face.
“I-I don’t know man,” The stranger was gasping, obviously terrified of the much larger man holding him to the wall, “I was just trying to get some pussy, like every other guy in the bar.” His meek words only fueled Nico’s anger.
“Don’t you ever fucking touch my woman like that again. Don’t ever touch any woman like that. You’re a fucking pussy.” Nico’s voice was laced with disgust as he spat at the man. Holtz and Jack rushed over, attempting to pull Nico away. He dropped the guy, worry for you now seeping into his clouded mind.
Nico was by your side within seconds, pulling your shaking form into his arms. He tucked you under his chin, tightly holding you, “It’s okay, schatzi,” He brought up a hand to cradle your head, “You’re okay. I’m here now, Nico’s here.”
You let out a slight sob, your arms recoiling into your body as you gingerly held your bruising wrist. Nico pulled away, eyes desperately raking your body to determine the cause of your pain. Once his eyes settled on your wrist, he held out his hand, silently asking to inspect the damage.
Nico felt a new wave of anger take over his body, now practically shaking as he tried his hardest to not go beat the shit out of the guy. The man had hurt you. Hurt his girl. If it were up to Nico, that guy wouldn’t be breathing right now, but fortunately for the stranger, murder is illegal. Nico carefully guided your body to the exit, not bothering to bid goodbyes.
Only once the two of you hit the cold parking lot and the adrenaline started to wear off, did you fully begin to comprehend the severity of what had happened. A fresh batch of tears formed in your eyes, sobs rapidly pouring from your lips. Your body shook with the pure force of the cries that pierced their way through Nico’s chest.
He immediately pulled you tightly into his body, making sure to be mindful of your wrist. Nico felt his own tears well up in his eyes at your pain. He hated that he couldn’t help you, but he hated even more that he was in the building when it happened and didn’t get to you soon enough.
“I’m so sorry, baby.” Nico sniffed, “It’s all my fault this happened.”
You shook your head against his chest, slightly pulling away to look into his deeply saddened eyes, “No, don’t do that. Don’t blame yourself for something you couldn’t control.”
“I knew I should have gone with you. If I was there then he wouldn’t have hurt you.” He looked away biting his lip as he tried not to cry. His broken voice stabbed your heart. It was gut-wrenching to see Nico blame himself for what that man did.
“Stop, Nico. It was not your fault,” You held his face gently, forcing him to meet your eyes, “Please, stop blaming yourself. I chose to go by myself, that’s not on you.” He opened his mouth to protest, but you were too quick, “Don’t say anything else. Please, for me? Stop.”
He nodded slowly as tears silently slid down his cheeks. Nico reached up, carefully cradling your wrist that was near his face, leaning to place a sweet kiss on the black and blue splotches.
“Let me get you home, schatzi. Wanna take care of you.”
#the captain’s girl au!#nico hischier#nico hischier x reader#nico hischier x y/n#nico hischier blurb#nico hischier smut#nico hischier imagine#njd#new jersey devils#jack hughes#luke hughes#dawson mercer#leawrites💋
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My Good Boy
Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader
just a lil sub!eddie blurb tonight’s brain rot blessed me with. probably not the best but i did just bust it out in like 20 minutes so… be nice
Word Count: under 1k
TW// 18+, sub!eddie, rimming, spanking, pegging, bondage, let me know if i missed anything !!
Eddie was never as dominant as you’d like him to be. He tried his best, he really did. But it never translated just the way you wanted it to. You wanted him to slap you around, spank you, tie you up, treat you like a whore, but he really was just too sweet of a boy to do any of that for longer than 5 minutes.
One day, you got the idea to switch things up. Since he had a hard time asserting dominance in the bedroom, why don’t you give it a try? The night you brought it up, he was a lot more enthusiastic and willing than you ever imagined he would be. But you sure as hell weren’t going to complain.
You took a trip to the spicy store that night, and now here you were. Eddie was on all fours in front of you, his elbows digging into the pillow to keep himself up as you tongued at his little hole. The sounds coming out of him were pure heaven.
“God, I didn’t think this would feel so good.” He moans as he looks over his shoulder to find you staring right at him, both of your hands gripping on each ass cheek as you swirl and poke your tongue in and around him. You give him a soft spank which only makes him whimper even louder.
“Oh, you like that, baby? Like when I spank you?” Smack. You try a little harder, earning just the reaction you were hoping for.
You had gotten loads of different toys to try, although you didn’t anticipate using all of them tonight. That was until Eddie begged you to. Begged you to take control, tie him up, gag him, and most importantly… fuck him.
You took out the red strapped ball gag, placing it in his mouth and tightening it loose enough around his head so that you could still understand the words coming out of his mouth. You bought a pair of handcuffs, the pink fluffy ones of course. Eddie had handcuffs of his own, but you’d tried them before and they just didn’t do the job like these would.
You pull his wrists behind his back and lock the cuffs around them, pulling them slightly to make sure they wouldn’t slide off. And then it was time for the final act. The strap on. Never in a million years would you have thought you would own one of these, let alone be using it on your boyfriend, but there was always a first for everything.
You squirt the bottle of lube on the piece of plastic and some on your boyfriend, even though he was probably wet enough from your previous tongue fucking, you wanted to make sure.
“You sure you wanna do this, baby?” Eddie just lets out a few heavy breaths and whimpers as he nods back at you.
You line yourself up for him, sliding it in between his cheeks to tease him, causing him to groan in frustration. You let out a small chuckle as you slowly start to press the tip into him, stopping for a moment to let him adjust.
“Fuck…” He throws his head back as he pants, letting himself adjust before allowing you to go further.
You keep slowly pressing more and more inside of him until you’ve completely bottomed out. “Still okay, baby?”
“Shit… yes, yes. Fuck me, please.” His words are slightly muffled from the gag, which turns you on a lot more than you thought it would.
You pull out just slightly, before thrusting back in. You keep your movements slow as he still gets used to the feeling before you feel his body relax under you, giving you the courage to move faster.
You keep your hands on his hips just like he would with you, as you thrust into him harder each time, giving his ass a few spanks every now and then. The power you’re currently holding over him makes you moan nearly as loud as him.
“Can I cum, baby?” Eddie breathes out as you see his legs start to shake.
“I don’t know if you’ve been good enough for me to let you cum.” You respond with gritted teeth as you slam into him even harder.
“I’ve been so good for you, sweetheart. Please let me cum. Fuck!” His words are strained as he tries to hold off on his orgasm, but you know he won’t be able to hold it for much longer.
You spit in your hand and reach around him to stroke his cock as you continue to move in and out of him. “Go ahead, baby. Be a good boy and cum for me.”
His legs shake even harder as you feel his cock twitch in your hand. It only takes a few more thrusts from you before he’s shooting ropes of cum all over the mattress, with loud moans of your name. You stop your movements behind him but keep stroking him softly to help him ride out his orgasm before he goes completely limp, letting his body sink into the mattress.
“You did so good for me, baby. My good boy.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#sub!eddie#sub!eddie munson
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sweet thing
summary: a night where jungkook comes back to your sweet self, paired with long hugs and silencing kisses.
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, there's nothing else you can expect here in star candy land ^^ slight mention of smut, should i mention jaykay has a bike here?
a/n: im putting out everything i can before i get busy again :// inspired by those eyes by new west :3 this is the same universe as the hold on couple but can be read as a stand-alone! oktybyeeee ilyyyyy <3!
sweetheart: found the bell peppers! we're making that pasta tonight 😤 see you tonight, love you ♡
jungkook re-reads your text, smiling wider each time. he shuts down his gadgets and grabs his helmet, rushing out so he could reach you faster. today was nothing short of long and draining, from half awake coffee making to zoning out at the big computer screen, it was all equally taxing, a routine he was slowly losing himself to.
he impatiently waits at a red light, looking out at pedestrians waddling on the rain soaked road infront of him. he sees worried mothers running after hyperactive children, teenagers sharing earphones and vibing, the elderly holding each other's hands to make sure they cross the road safely. these small things make him believe there's still hope in this world but his biggest reason for persisting will always be you.
you, with your fond smile and shimmery eyes when you see him at the end of a day.
with you all but jumping on him, trusting him to catch you. you try to hold him impossibly closer, landing kisses on every bit of skin of showing. you over him, bare chest to bare chest, heaving in breathlessness, stroking his tattoos and kissing your favourite ones. he gets ticklish when you do that, so you make it a point to kiss him all over, down to his fingers with boxing bruises. you sit up, scold him lightly for being too hard on his poor hands but sending him a proud gaze for progressing in his hobby.
jungkook plays his favourite memories of you in his head over like a broken record. times of you getting drunk and giggly over a bottle of peach soju and dragging him to every karaoke bar in sight. or when you made spicy cheese tteokbokki for 2 weeks straight, amazed that you never got bored of it. it could even be you snuggled into him at the crack of daylight, arms wrapping around him like the prettiest vines. you always press kisses on his chest, hands intertwining with his.
when he misses you deeply, like now, you are the only thing, the sweetest and most precious thing, on his mind.
"wow, immersion blenders are pretty fucking cool, huh?"
jungkook chuckles into your neck at your child-like enthusiasm, strong arms wrapping around you even tighter. the smell of roasted peppers, garlic and tomatoes are all over in your kitchen and the most distinct one in his sensitive nose, is you. his favourite jasmine lulls him into a sense of calm, ears tuned to your mid-cooking commentary and occasional humming.
"are we done yet? i wanna eat and sleep and watch wednesday with you," jungkook whines for the nth time into your neck, suddenly feeling the full effects of yesterday's leg day. you turn and kiss him, effectively shutting him up. your hands settle on the back of his neck, playing with the nape of his hair. he steadies himself with his hands on your hips, recognizing your foolproof tactic of keeping him quiet.
"patience, my dearest," you smile into his lips, "good things come to those who wait, you know that better than anyone else, koo."
"this pasta better be really freaking good, sweetheart."
"oh my god, this is the best thing that has ever been in my mouth."
"ugh, stop moaning, koo, your cute lil eyebrows are more than enough and are you sure about that? it's high praise."
"oh, my bad. you'll always be the number one when it comes to-"
"shut up and eat, there's a child here!"
jungkook laughs his elmo laugh, eyes immediately shifting to his beloved doberman. said child is half asleep, tired from playing around with his appa. your pink cheeks are full from the pasta you've made, your eyes becoming happy crescents when it falls on him. he keeps his empty plate aside, scooting closer to you. you take the hint and keep everything aside, sipping your soju-yakult-soda drink for a palate cleanse.
"oh, my big baby," you coo, cupping jungkook's cheeks and rubbing the apples of them. you place kisses on his head, recognizing your favourite vanilla shampoo on him. he curls into you, burying his face in your neck. you wrap him up with the fluffy blanket you've kept on the sofa for nights like these.
bunched up and tensed shoulders finally go down, breathing becoming even and scrunched forehead smoothing over. the jaunty music from the show you're both watching fade into the background, holding your lover as close as possible.
you love the fact that you're one of the first people in jungkook's mind to turn to for comfort because you'd give it to him anytime and any day. this is one of your favourite parts of your late nights together, wrapped in each other and drifting to dreamland and mind full of sweet things.
pt time: @armys-dna ; @junsai-tree ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @jinsquishes ; @cherishoshi ; @fragmentof-indifference ; @indgio ; @jjkeverlast ; @parkdatjimin
#jungkook x reader#jungkook#jungkook fluff#jungkook smut#jungkook scenarios#jungkook imagines#bts jungkook#bts fluff#bts x reader
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hii lovely <3 it’s so good to see you again, i’m glad you’re back and i hope you’re taking good care of yourself. after reading sunshine headcanons 3, where Xie Lian would be the one to spank reader if necessary, it got me thinking, what if lil sunshine reader wanted to get some spicy tips and learned from somewhere to try and be a bit of a brat in bed 👀 ofc that doesn’t end well with his lovers and he gets the spanking and fucking of his life (with love ofc)
Sunshine Part 4
HuaLian x M!reader
It's long guys I hope it's good 🙏🥹
Spanking, edging, bondage, slapping, blowjobs, fingering, handjobs, improper use of Rou'ye, NSFW!!!
After being with Xie Lian and San Lang for so long, you want to try new things! After the recent breakage of vanilla boundaries in the bedroom you want to try something different. . . You're always so well behaved and you're always kind but you kind of wanted to try not doing that. Maybe it was a part of you that wanted to see your lovers be rough with you or maybe it was a part of you that deeply desired to show your lovers a side of yourself no one else gets to see.
The problem is you don't know how! Anytime you even think about trying to be bratty you can't do it. Xie Lian and Hua Cheng are just sweet to you and their praise and treatment make you want to be willing and behaved for them. Sooo you need somebody's help!
You find help through books, and people. You read many, many books and then you ask around ghost city and your good ghost gals if they can teach you some tips and tricks. Which they do of course. Who are they to deny you a fun sex life? So for a while you honestly practice by yourself to be bratty. You don't want to set your plan out and go back on it as soon as your lovers smile at you after all. When you finally think you've got it down your plan is set!
It's nearly night time and your lovers were out on a mission. You usually stay home at your lovers insistence. Soo when it's time for them to nearly be home you decide to start without them. You were never one to be active without your lovers but you wanted to do it tonight. Even though you're alone, you still blush in embarrassment when you spread your legs . You spend some time stroking your cock and fucking yourself with your fingers.
When Xie Lian and Hua Cheng come home, you don't even notice. When they walk into the shared bedroom, you cum at the same time they open the door. You throw your head back and arch against your fingers with a shrill moan. You weren't expecting a hand to clench around your wrist and wrench it away from between your legs. It's Hua Cheng who does this. He slips into bed and pins you down with a kiss to your forehead.
"We were expecting you to wait for us before we got home. Did you get lonely" Hua Cheng purrs in your ear and you bite your lip to hide a whine. He kisses your cheek
"No...", you swallow and glance at Hua Cheng, "I got impatient waiting. You took too long". You huff and look to the side with an angry pout. You squirm out of under Hua Cheng and slip your robes back on. "Anyways, how did your miss-". You get yanked back into bed by Hua Cheng.
"Oh don't be like that Baobei. We didn't mean to make you wait" he kisses the nape of your neck and loosens your robes. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his lap. Xie Lian comes closer and slides gentle hand between your legs to spread them. Usually you would allow this and let them put you in whatever position they want, but not tonight. You blush but snap your legs shut. "I don't wanna." You huff again with an attitude.
Xie Lian hums and tilts your chin up with a nudge. "Do you really not want to?" If one of you doesn't want to have sex usually it's just a no and cuddling instead. However you've got an attitude. Xie Lian's never seen you with one before in bed though. "Or. . . Are you just being a brat?" He hums and his hand holds your jaw, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip.
You blush softly and take his thumb into your mouth before nipping on it. Hard. A slap resounds through the room. Your head snaps to the side and Hua Cheng looks up in surprise. His one eye darting over you and Xie Lian in shock. "Gege!" Hua Cheng cups your face and looks at the red mark left from Xie Lian but he's surprised to find a blush covering your face and a hardness growing between your legs.
Xie Lian slides Hua Cheng's hand away. "It's fine San Lang, he wants this. Right, Y/n? You want to be punished for being a brat, yes?"
You breathe out a shaky breath, "Y-yes". A moment of silence, a chance for Hua Cheng to back out. Hua Cheng nods and goes back to holding you in his lap. Your back to his chest "Well alright" he kisses your shoulder and takes your robes off, allowing them to fall to the floor. Xie Lian smiles and grips your face again. "Good." The scene continues.
You're a little embarrassed, they always embarrass you by forcing your legs open to show off your pretty dick. You blush darkly when Xie Lian gets on his knees in front of you and starts licking at. "Stay still for me Baobei, and maybe I'll let San Lang reward you." He purrs softly and kisses your tip. Still? You could most certainly try, but you're sort of aiming for punishment here.
So when Xie Lian takes you into his mouth, trying to ease you in, you grab his hair roughly and just your hips forward. This causes him to gag and pull off of you, while Hua Cheng takes more caution in holding you down. That kind of felt good treating Xie Lian like that. Hm maybe another time.
Xie Lian coughs and wipes his mouth. There's a tick on his brow and you know he's annoyed. "I thought you were going to be good, that was my mistake" he huffs and stands from the floor. Honestly Hua Cheng was a little worried for you, he holds into you tightly allowing your legs to close. He's not supposed to let you get away with it, but he's biased. Xie Lian reaches behind you and cups Hua Cheng's face. "San Lang", Xie Lian whispers, and leans down to kiss Hua Cheng's forehead, "Move".
Hua Cheng blushes and moves away almost immediately. It's a tone he hasn't heard in a long time. Xie Lian seems to let Hua Cheng's mistake slide but not yours. He fists a hand in your hair and pushes you belly down against the bed. You yelp softly and even try to squirm and 'fight' him back.
All of it is half assed attempts to get away and Xie Lian knows it so with a snap of he fingers Rou'ye shoots out and wraps around your limbs and body keep you stomach down against the bed but ass perked and legs spread. You scrunch your face when you feel the lithe bandage wrap around the base of your cock. That is not what you wanted.
You were expecting to be thrown around a little maybe hit but edging? Dreadful, absolutely dreadful. You whine loudly trying to squirm against Rou'ye and you curse the bandage in your head. Your thoughts are interrupted by a swat to your ass. "Ah! W-what was that for?" You pout, turning your head to look at Xie Lian but Rou'ye wraps around your throat and forces your head back straight.
"Did you think I was just going to leave you wrapped up in the bed for nothing" Xie Lian laughs softly and settles down behind you. He runs his fingers over the plush of your ass and then over your hole. "I imagined you wanted more than that?" He hums. He brings his hand down again, harder this time, but controlled.
Your breath hitches and you whine. "W-well yes but I want to be able to-" cum. But Xie Lian doesn't let you finish your sentence because he spanks you again.
"You think you deserve to after your blatant show of disrespect?" He smiles behind you. "Don't talk, just count for me. You're on three".
Xie Lian spanks you once more. "Mm! F-four" it's embarrassing. To count for Xie Lian's and being forced to look at Hua Cheng while you do it. You get to a steady rhythm and after about ten or eleven- wait which number were you on? You got distracted. Without noticing you had gotten comfortable and fell further into a sub space you hadn't even realized you were trying to rut against the bed. Shit. A harsh swat makes you pay attention again. Your ass stings.
"Y/n number?", Xie Lian hum in question and his fingers rub where he had just spanked you. He's kind of liking how red you're getting, and your cock that's wrapped? The bits of precum desperately leaking from it, he enjoys that too.
You bite your lip and groan softly. "U-uhm I, uh t-twelve?" There's a pause of silence leaving you to become nervous about your answer, then Xie Lian's hand comes down on your thigh, maybe he got bored of hitting just your ass. "That's wrong Baobei, and you had been doing so well too." Xie Lian clicks his tongue and stands up from the bed.
Your body shakes softly and you whine. You were doing fine! You just want to cum. You've been focusing on that for the better part of an hour now. "I didn't m-mean to, please A-Lian." You whimper, pulling against Rou'ye but he's much too strong. Xie Lian rubs a hand through your hair and shushes you. "You'll get something Y/n calm down."
Your mouth literally salivates when Hua Cheng settles in the bed in front of you and you see his cock out and hard. "Please, please, please A-Lang" you whine loudly but Hua Cheng takes mercy on you and scoots closer so that your head can rest on his lap. You however have different ideas and you greedily take his cock down your throat. "Mmh~". You moan around his dick and take him down to the hilt. Hua Cheng trained you how to do that after all. When you try to move up a hand pushes you back down, making you choke on Hua Cheng's cock.
You were expecting it to be Hua Cheng but it was Xie Lian. "Keep him here San Lang." You let out a loud whine when Xie Lian kisses Hua Cheng's cheek. Xie Lian only smiles at you and goes back to sit behind you, leaving you between them both. You take a sharp breath through your nose when, Xie Lian shoves his fingers into your hole and immediately goes to rub at your prostate.
The sting hurts but it feels delicious to you. You moan and slobber around Hua Cheng, and try to roll your hips, but it's hard when Rou'ye has you trapped. Xie Lian laughs softly and bullies your prostate with his fingers, his other hand wraps around your dick and his thumb teases your slit.
You didn't realize you were crying until Hua Cheng is wiping your tears and your snuffling around Hua Cheng's cock desperately sucking air through your nose. Distantly you hear Hua Cheng ask Xie Lian to let you cum and you whine.
Xie Lian smiles and places a kiss on the back of your thigh. "Hm he has been good. . ." Xie Lian juts his fingers into your prostate at the same time that Rou'ye unwraps from your body. Hua Cheng gets to watch your eyes roll back and you choke around his cock when you cum. Your seed covers your tummy and the bed.
Hua Cheng pulls you off of him and lets you rest in his lap. He runs his fingers through your hair while Xie Lian moves away to go grab a warm cloth. You're half asleep by the time Xie Lian has washed you off and all of you are cuddled in bed.
"Y/n did you like it?" Xie Lian blushes and kisses your head. "I hope I didn't treat you too roughly?"
You giggle and smile kissing Xie Lian's cheek. "I enjoyed all of it" you hum softly and cuddle close to both of your lovers.
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an ego thing ~ modern!Aemond x Reader
previous part 5 // next part 7 // series masterlist
summary: Aemond and you go out on a date! A cute date. A normal, totally innocent, and sweet date. You can do that, right?
warnings: 18+ spicy stuff below the cut (smut, explicit p in v, fingering, exhibitionist, dirty talk, praise, daddy kink), language
word count: 2.6k
note: academic rival date night! hope you enjoy it my loves I went a lil wild with this one but what's a girl gonna do!
A date with Aemond Targaryen.
A motherfucking date. With Aemond Targaryen.
If you had told yourself a month ago you would be getting ready for a date with him, you would have laughed in your own face. Nor that you hadn’t always found him alluringly attractive, you had, but he was also a raging know-it-all.
Now you were sitting in front of your floor-length mirror, applying the finishing touches of makeup as Baela chatted with you from her bed. She lay upside down on her pastel blue comforter, legs propped against the wall and her head hanging over the edge. Her silver curls fell like waves barely brushing against the floor.
“Tell me what you’re doing again?” she begs, cheeks turning pink all the blood rushing to her head.
You chuckle.
“Bae, you’re going to pass out and fall. And I will laugh at you,” you tell her, meeting her eyes through the mirror.
“So rude,” she says, but she pulls herself up, propping her chin on her hands.
“We’re just grabbing dinner and seeing a movie,” you tell her, “typical, normal, first date stuff.”
“And then you’ll ride him in the back of that sexy car of his,” Baela adds, as you flush, “totally normal.”
“We are not fucking in his car,” you insist.
“Why not?” she asks, “car sex is hot.”
You roll your eyes.
“It’s a date,” you tell her, “I want to be wined and dined. Like a lady.”
“Screw being a lady,” Baela groans impatiently, “let him fuck you like a whore!”
She holds a hand up as you go to protest.
“Correction! Let him fuck you like a whore again,” she says snickering.
Your cheeks are on fire and you grab a nearby pillow chucking it at her as she descends into giggles.
“Oh Aemond,” she says imitating you, “that tongue, those fingers fuck!”
“I told you that in confidence!” you yell, getting up to attack her, laughing while you do stuff.
“Shove your fat cock-”
“Baela!” you say, covering her mouth with your hand as a knock comes from the door.
You and Baela widen your eyes as you keep your hand on her mouth.
“Be quiet,” you order your best friend and she nods, violet eyes full of mischief.
You remove your hand and she gives one final fake moan before pressing her lips together. You love her, but you could kill her all the same. Fixing your hair and dusting yourself off, you go to open the door.
Aemond’s tall form greets you, and he gives you a polite smile. You look him up and down, cheeks burning.
Has he always looked this good?
His silver hair is braided down his back, out of his face. He’s wearing dark jeans tonight, he’s always in dark colors it seems, with a black leather jacket over a dark green flannel open to reveal a black t-shirt. You’re so close you can smell his cologne, it makes your mouth water.
Aemond’s eyes scan you. You chose a classic, little black dress that hugs you all the ways a good dress should. Short, but not too short, revealing just the right amount of your thighs. You paired it with a comfy cardigan, in case the theater gets cold. And a rather sexy choice of panties.
Not that Baela was right or anything. Just in case.
There’s a hungry look in Aemond’s eyes as he roams your form, sending warmth pooling in your belly.
“Hey,” you breathe, “I’m ready.”
“I brought you these,” Aemond says, revealing a small bouquet of lavender tulips.
Your face flushes and you smile, surprised.
“Thank you,” you say taking them, “that’s really sweet of you, Aemond.”
“Of course,” he shrugs, putting his hands in his pocket.
You place the flowers on your desk and grab your purse.
“Have fun you two!” Baela says smirking, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“She’s so funny, she’s hilarious, haha,” you jokingly glare at Baela as you hurry Aemond out, cloning the door.
“You look amazing,” Aemond says, gaze softening.
“So do you,” you tell him.
Aemond and you came to a decision a day before the date. Both of you have very strong personalities and clearly wanted the date to be perfect. He chose dinner, you chose the movie. You had to admit Aemond had excellent taste. The restaurant he chose was way nicer than any place you’d been before, though when you told him he merely shrugged.
“This is nothing,” he tells you, “next time we’ll go all out.”
Next time.
It sent a pleasurable shiver down your spine to hear him talk so openly about the idea of going on multiple dates with you.
While dinner was a huge success (minus the brief heated debate you got into when discussing a recent history lesson) your end of the date was not turning out the way you planned.
“Shit, they’re sold out of The Queen Who Never Was,” you say, looking at the showtimes board.
Damn, you were really looking forward to a sappy romance movie. Historical fiction, based on a woman you greatly admired. You wanted this date to be perfect. You pout, looking at Aemond. He scans the board releasing a hum.
“What about Sins of the Flesh?” he asks, pointing at the upcoming showtime.
You glance at the poster on the wall. It looks innocent enough, just a rose on a black backdrop. The title is alluring but it's probably fine. It’s been out for a while it seems.
“Um, okay,” you answer, “I’m down for anything as long as we get popcorn.”
Aemond chuckles.
“Of course,” he says, reaching for his wallet.
“What’s a movie without popcorn?”
After you buy your tickets and snacks, you head to the theater. The theater is pretty empty, except for a couple of middle-aged women near the front rows. You suppose since the movie has been out for a while, everyone who really wanted to see it has already.
You and Aemond choose the last row, plopping into the comfy seats. You glance over at him as the lights begin to dim. He looks ridiculously handsome in the low light, the shadows catching the angles of his face.
Your stomach turns nervously and suddenly it's not the popcorn you’re craving. You place the bucket in the seat next to you as the movie begins.
You need to chill out. What is it about Aemond Targaryen that makes you feel like a horned-up teenager? You take a deep breath feeling his hand grab yours. You meet his eye and he smiles softly.
See? Cute. This is a cute date. Stop being so filthy.
You smile back and decide to focus on the movie.
The gods are clearly not in favor of you having a cute, innocent date night. Only twenty minutes in and our main character has become the paramour to a knight and is getting railed in a pleasure house, obscene moans filling the nearly empty theater.
Your cheeks are on fire and you don’t dare look at Aemond as the main character lets out another pornographic moan.
This is going to be a long two hours.
Maybe you should take Baela’s advice, surely car sex after a date isn’t so bad, hell you and Aemond have already had sex plenty of times, so it’s totally-
What is that?
A hand is touching your knee, yanking you out of your thoughts. You glance down seeing Aemond’s long fingers rubbing circles on top of your knee. Your breath catches in your throat as you turn your head ever so slightly to look at him.
He’s facing forward watching the screen, apparently very engrossed in the nipple play going on between the knight and the main character. Your eyes fall back to his hand watching as it creeps higher up your leg.
Aemond’s fingers dance along the skin of your thigh, dipping between them to caress the soft skin that never sees the sun. Your lips part as you watch the lazy circles he traces. Aemond adjusts his position sitting, turning his head toward you, and leaning down close to your ear.
“You’re missing the movie,” he whispers, his tone teasing.
You meet his eyes and he nods toward the screen.
“Watch,” he tells you.
You pause only a moment before bringing your eyes back to the screen. You can’t focus. All you can focus on is the feeling of Aemond’s fingers nudging your thighs apart, and how you eagerly open them for him to do as he pleases.
Aemond chuckles at that, stroking a finger against the lace of your panties. You dig your nails into the leather armrests.
The pad of his finger presses into your clit, feeling the wet spot that has already formed simply from him stroking your thighs.
He chuckles again, fingers looping around the lace, pulling it to the side.
“You’re this wet already?” he says as you gasp when he strokes his fingers through your silky folds, “such a needy girl.”
Your breathing is labored, coming out in short pants as he teases your clit.
“Keep that pretty mouth quiet, baby,” he murmurs, sinking two fingers knuckle deep in your pussy.
Your hips buck up off the seat meeting his hand, desperate for him to be deeper inside of you. A quiet moan leaves your lips.
“Shh,” Aemond croons, curling his fingers against your spongy walls.
The palm of his hand grinds against your sensitive clit and you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. A woman in the front gets up and walks out, seemingly going to the bathroom. You feel a bead of nervous sweat run down your neck as Aemond continues his torturous ministrations, winding a pleasurable current in your lower belly.
“Aemond,” you breathe through your teeth.
You’re just on the edge of coming, your thighs beginning to tremble with your impending release.
“Come on my fingers baby,” Aemond tells you, “that’s a good girl.”
A small squeak leaves your lips as you clench around his fingers. Aemond continues to finger fuck you through your orgasm until you’re whispering to him to stop.
“Please, please, Aemond,” you beg, the overstimulation causing tears to form in your eyes.
“Hmm,” Aemond says, slowly removing his fingers from you, lazily wiping them on your bare thigh.
The movie is still going, it takes him barely any time at all to turn you to absolute mush in his hands, on his cock, under his tongue. Sex with him is seriously incredible.
His hand remains on your thigh and just when you think you’re in the clear, his fingers curl squeezing into the tender flesh. You meet his eyes, greeted by dark pupils dilated with lust. Aemond grins wickedly, before snaking his free arm around your waist and dragging you into his lap.
You moan, feeling his hardness underneath you, straining through his jeans. Aemond leans forward, kissing your neck up to your ear, pulling your back flush against his chest.
“Keep watching the movie baby,” he murmurs, hands fiddling with his belt, “let me do all the work.”
“Aemond,” you moan as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder.
You hear his belt unbuckle, and his pants unzip. Holy shit you’re really doing this. You open your eyes, you can see the back of the heads of the only other group in the theater. They’re engrossed in the movie, no way they’ll turn back.
“Hips up,” Aemond murmurs, and you do as you’re told.
You can feel the tip of his cock poking between your slick lips before you sink down engulfing him. Your eyes roll back as you take him completely, the new angle of reverse riding him bringing him deeper inside of you. Aemond places his hands on your hips lifting you, supporting you by riding his cock.
“Oh fuck,” you mewl desperately as pleasure tightens your abdomen.
“You like riding my cock where anyone could see?” Aemond asks, “I thought I was dating a good girl, but you’re just a dirty little slut.”
“Fuck Aemond,” you breathe, lifting your hips to assist him.
“You’d let me fuck you anywhere, wouldn’t you?” he asks, “Where anyone could see that you’re all mine, huh?”
“Yes,” you whimper, “yes Aemond fuck, wherever you want.”
“Such a good girl,” he praises, “knows just how to make me happy huh?”
Gods the pleasure is blinding, the way he’s talking to you it's all too much. His fingers move to your clit stroking gently against the sensitive nub as he’s whispering such filthy confessions in your ear, you can’t help yourself. You’re so far gone, head buzzing with greedy pleasure you find yourself babbling back at him.
“Yes Daddy,” you moan, and Aemond freezes his kisses on your neck.
Your cheeks flush and your throat constricts as your eyes snap open. Oh shit. You’ve never done that with anyone. Ever. Oh my god. Have you just utterly embarrassed yourself? You keep moving your hips slightly, your heart pounding wildly against your ribs.
Before you have a chance to say anything the woman who left for the bathroom returns. Aemond clamps his hand over your mouth as you pause your movements. If you’re still there’s no way she’ll notice you, you’re both so shrouded in darkness in the back row.
As she takes her seat Aemond resumes his thrusts, quickening his movements on your clit. You wonder for a moment if he’ll just forget what you said, fuck the embarrassment from your body before he speaks.
“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he purrs, nibbling against your neck, “you like that huh? I feel you clenching around my cock.”
“Fuckkk,” you wantonly mewl, “yes Aemond, just like that.”
“Come, pretty girl, all over Daddy’s cock,” he murmurs, the head of his cock roughly hitting your sweet spot.
Aemond’s hand covers your mouth once more as you can’t hold back the moan that rolls through you as you orgasm hard on his cock. Aemond keeps thrusting as you come down from your orgasm and you move off his lap. You take his cock in your hand, sinking to your knees on the ground before him, placing him in your mouth.
It’s dirty and erotic, blowing him in the theater, tasting your juices on his cock as you gag around his length. His hands rest on your head, not pushing but gently guiding you as you bob your head up and down on his length. You hum, the vibrations making Aemond throw his head back against the seat. Pleased with the reaction, you reach to cup his balls in your hand, fondling them gently.
“Fuck,” Aemond hisses through his teeth before his salty release coats the back of your throat.
You rise from the floor, plopping back into your seat. You have no idea what’s happened in the movie but you can’t find it in you to care as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. Aemond buckles his pants.
Aemond and you sit in silence for a moment.
“So,” Aemond says softly, “you have a dad-”
“Don’t say it,” you tell him blushing, “I don’t know where that came from.”
Aemond grins wolfishly.
“Guess I bring out the worst in you, too,” he says, grabbing your hand, and lacing his fingers through yours.
“I guess so,” you agree.
You frown, confused at the direction the movie has taken. Your main character has somehow found herself in a brothel.
“You wanna get out of here?” Aemond asks, as if reading your mind, “I bet we could grab some ice cream, and maybe watch a different movie in my room?”
“You had me at ice cream,” you tell him.
Aemond grins, standing and leading you out of the theater.
note: how do we feel about Daddy Academic rival Aemond something came over me and I had to LMAO I hope you enjoyed it!!
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Requested by @tryslogic
Enjoy yah lil sinner >:3
Warning: A little spicy up ahead. You were warned
How Touchy Can They Be In Public With Slightly Large Chested S/o! (Pt 2 with different characters✨)
Dream:
* He’s an adorable bean. Look at this boy. Would you really think he’s thinking lewd things?! ……lol well technically yes at least not at first. He just finds you beautiful in general and will be sure to compliment you! But he is an adult and not blind about his own curiosity…..
* You and him were just shopping together and you wanted to try some bras on. He didn’t mind tagging along but was a golden mess seeing all those bras. And when you asked him to help you take off a bra, his hands lingered on your chest before he pulls away suddenly, apologizing profusely for touching you in public-
* In private he is surprisingly teasing! Nothing too crazy because he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable and doesn’t want to go too far without your permission! It would be rude after all! When he knows it’s ok, this guy will have the most delicate touch, making your heart flutter and mind fuzzy whether he’s just being romantic and appreciating your beauty or having you in the sheets~ definitely both sometimes~
* Don’t be fooled by that innocent look- you really think he won’t give you teases in public? Lol you’ve only fallen into a trap✨ “Wow that shirt looks stunning! I bet it would look even better on you starlight! …..especially when I take it off~” (lil shit says that last part very quietly-)
* You are just too adorable sometimes~✨
Blue:
* Ah yes. Baby Blue✨. He’s a big sweetheart and loves to be with you. He always knows what to say and makes you giggle. Now him being lewd? Could he truly be?! Yes. Yes absolutely-
* He’s a big hugger and you know this. It’s adorable and you can’t find any reason to complain. Look at him! 🥹 But he’s also DEFINITELY taking advantage of it by giving you a mischievous look while nuzzling in your chest. And he wouldn’t mind taking you to somewhere private (maybe a closet or someplace that keeps you two hidden from view~) to tease you and fully enjoy your glorious chest~ (only if you’re comfortable though!)
* In private he’s pretty adorable, laying his head in your chest, arms wrapped around your waist. It’s cute when he jiggles your chest only to giggle and apologize for being silly. Oh. Oh but you can drive this man crazy if you spoil him with booba. Booba in face, pressed on his body, oh man and a titjob?! He’ll be a hot mess✨
* He usually does sweet or romantic (though very cheesy) pick up lines. But oh he can say a few dirty lines that could catch you off guard- especially that one time you wore a shirt with extra cleavage- “Those seem like very expensive clothes, too bad I’ll be ripping through them tonight~” Shit was so out of the blue (Heh pun). Don’t be surprised if that line ends up becoming a promise for later~
* He just loves you and you just drive him nuts~
Ink:
* Honestly just look at him. This Smol Gremlin. With a big chested S/o. You best believe his true inner gremlin is gonna shine- your chest is now his fun bags-
* Now there are many things he could do in public. Drop pencils in your cleavage as an excuse to dig in and have a feel. Squirt gun to make your shirt cling onto your body (he did it ONCE for a joke and once he discovered this, he just carries around a squirt gun for this purpose-), or straight up take advantage of his shortness to stand right under your chest. Ah yes. Booba hat✨
* In private he’s always in your cleavage or under your booba. He can’t help it! It’s so soft🥹. If he wasn’t so busy, he’d be laying around all day with his skull nuzzled in your chest! And ah he loves to draw you in different outfits…..especially with lingerie~ and man he loves to paint on your chest during intimate moments. You just look so damn good….things get pretty messy after that~😏
* And oh he is such a fucking tease. Whether it’s from lil sneaky caresses and straight up poking your chest with a cheeky little smile. Or whispering romantic or sexy nothings into your ear~ then he’d just act like his goofy ol self like he didn’t say the most inappropriate thing- “C’mon! Stop getting your head in the clouds~!” Lil shit-
* He makes you wanna body slam him but you both know you still love him anyway✨
Killer:
* Ohohohohoho this is quite literally the MOST notorious guy in this category. He’s flirty, bold, and will say the most outrageous things. He will not hesitate to say “nice tits” in front of his group-
* A damn menace who will leave you all excited in the worst times. You two would try to meet up somewhere and he sneaks up behind you to grab your chest- you’d want to go somewhere and you end up making out in an alleyway, leaving with a LOT of hickies around your neck and chest. And he gives no damns. He would straight up poke your chest. Not like with Ink (who usually pokes the side or the top) he pokes RIGHT where the nipple is while looking you straight in the eyes- bastard-
* In private he is WORST. You have no one protecting you from his onslaught now~ He will be taking your bras so you walk around the house with no bra. No bra = less restrictions~ he absolutely loves to play with your nipples whether it’s with his hands or mouth. And nothing gets him more excited than covering your tits with his special sauce~ but at least he’s rather adorable when cuddling. Like a little kitten❤️
* Oh lord his teasing is just as bad. He would whisper downright the most LEWDEST and DIRTIEST flirts right in your ear, making you all hot and bothered only to give you the smuggest smirk cause he KNOWS it’s getting to you. “I wish you could just sit here on my lap and shove those tits in my face….but we both know we can’t do it with all these people here. Unless you’re into that~” Evil-
* He’s a lil shit but your lil shit. Be sure to tease back-
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Hi ! Hope you're doing well ❤️
Can I request Crosshair with prompt 7 from the spicy prompt list ?
Have a good day/night ! ❤️
Wrapped Up
Pairing: Crosshair x Fem!Reader
Summary: You want a special night with Crosshair, but the outfit you chose is proving to be quite difficult.
WC: 1200
Prompt: “I’m trying to be sexy and you’re laughing!”
Warnings: NSFW, 18+. PiV, fingering, a lil bit of feels. A lil silly. A lil fluffy.
A/N: OMG this took me a long time because I was trying to think of the best scenario with this prompt…lo and behold it came to me tonight! Sorry this took forever but I hope you like it! Thanks for the fun ask!
Spicy Prompts
“Shit, shit, shit…!” You were hobbling on one leg, trying to slide the tangle of lace and ribbons over your waist, but losing your balance quickly. You attempted to steady yourself on the refresher counter, but one of your arms was stuck to your side, the strap not quite able to fit over your shoulder.
You fell to the ground, hitting your knee on the counter as you tumbled. You were entangled in what was supposed to be sexy lingerie, but it was proving more than difficult to get on, let alone figuring out what straps went where.
You groaned, rubbing your knee with your free arm, laying on the cold ground, wondering if this was worth all the trouble, and the throbbing knee and large bruise you now had.
You saw the wildly revealing outfit in a HoloNet ad one night when you had a glass of Alderaanian wine too many.
The flashing advertisement looked appealing on the model, thinking it would look just as appealing on you, and make a great surprise for Crosshair.
You giggled as you bought it, not quite remembering you did so until it arrived on your doorstep a few days later.
You were now battling the garment, never had worn such an outfit before. You weren’t even sure Crosshair was into this type of thing, but you were going to find out soon.
Crosshair had comm’d you not too long ago, saying he was on his way to your apartment. You rushed to get everything ready, doing your hair, putting on alluring makeup, and dimming the lights.
You envisioned him walking through the door and into the bedroom where you laid, waiting for him to unwrap you like the gift that you were.
Time was now running short, but the thin straps, lace, buckles, and ribbons were making for an interesting challenge.
You freed your one arm, standing back up, rubbing your knee.
“Kriffing hell…” You mumbled, seeing yourself in the mirror. Your hair was a mess, your bright lipstick was now smeared, and the lingerie was no closer to being on correctly than it was when you started putting it on.
You sighed, ready to give up and throw it all in the trash, feeling defeated. You were about to start taking it all off, when a loud snort startled you.
You yelped as you spun around, ready to fight the intruder in the nude, tits out and lingerie be damned.
“What the fu-Crosshair?!”
He was leaning against your bedroom door, arms crossed, toothpick in mouth, gazing at you with an amused look in his eyes.
You let out a breath, your fight or flight response rattling your body as you leaned back against the counter.
“Kriff, Crosshair…” You steadied your breathing, hand over your chest.
“Wait…how long have you been standing there?!”
Crosshair smirked, rolling his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other.
“Long enough, kitten.”
Embarrassment flooded through you, knowing how you must look to him, foolishly naked with tatters of lingerie hanging off your body.
“I thought…I had more time. I was going to surprise you.” You mumbled, trying one more time to adjust one of the buckles on your stomach, but failing.
“So…surprise.” You gestured toward yourself, deflated.
Crosshair plucked his toothpick out of his mouth, closing the distance between you. He caged you in against the refresher counter, his eyes roaming your body.
He ran a finger over cloth that barely covered your breast, if you could even call it that, given how see-through it was.
Crosshair let out a low chuckle as he circled your nipple.
Though you couldn’t help the sigh that left your lips, you also couldn’t help the annoyance at his laughter toward you. You knew you looked ridiculous, you knew this was a stupid idea.
He was just rubbing salt into the wound.
You swatted his hand away from your breast.
“I’m trying to be sexy and you’re laughing!” You frowned, turning your head away from him.
“Just forget it.”
The desire that had been building up all day was now gone, wanting to rid yourself of this ridiculous outfit and get back into your sweats and watch a Holomovie.
“Kitten…I’m not laughing at you.” Crosshair’s hand was now on your thigh, fingering the garter belt strap, the one thing you were able to get on correctly.
“I’m laughing that you think you need all this for me.”
You snapped your head back to look at him, his hand now tracing dangerously close to your center, teasing the revealing material there.
“Though…I’m not complaining.”
Crosshair’s finger slid over your barely covered folds, and you could feel that desire bubbling again as he rubbed his finger exactly where you needed it, the material dampening quickly.
Crosshair’s other hand came up to the side of your head, bringing you in for a scorching kiss, his tongue immediately swiping at your lips and demanding access.
You gripped his biceps, his long and skilled finger now under the tantalizing fabric, pressing against your entrance. You moaned against his mouth as he easily pushed inside, crooking his finger and getting to work quickly at the spot that drove you mad.
You broke for air, staring at him, panting with his finger knuckle deep inside you.
His gaze was hungry, looking down at your heaving breasts, one barely covered and the other hanging out, half the lingerie still dangling around you.
“I like this look.” He rumbled, inserting another finger as you threw your head back, digging your nails into his arms, your lower back pressing into the refresher counter.
“But it won’t be on long.” Crosshair growled, biting at the sheer silk at your breast, easily tearing it off.
“H-hey!” You gasped. “I paid…good credits for…” You couldn’t finish your sentence, Crosshair’s teeth latching onto your nipple, sucking without mercy.
Your body shuddered, his fingers stretching and fucking you so good, his mouth greedily attacking your breast, it was all building to a climax quickly.
“C-Cross…” You whined. “Need…you…”
Crosshair suddenly stopped all his ministrations, pulling his fingers out of your dripping pussy, removing his mouth from your breast.
You opened your mouth to protest, knowing you looked even more debauched than earlier. Before you could demand his fingers back in you, he lifted you with ease from the refresher and carried you into the bedroom.
He laid you down on the bed with an unexpected tenderness, crawling on top of you.
“You’re beautiful.” He mumbled quietly against your skin, kissing up your stomach, nibbling your breasts, lavishing up to your neck.
He gazed into your eyes momentarily, revealing a softness in his expression that said so much in a split second amount of time. It was immediately replaced with lust, wasting no time in getting back to the business at hand, tugging the lingerie off your body as you helped remove his clothes.
“I admit…” You whispered against his lips that were now back on yours, fiery and frantic, feeling his length slide against your folds. “It was a little funny.”
Crosshair smirked, sheathing himself fully inside you, letting out a strained groan as you clenched around him, taking him perfectly.
“Maybe next time…you can help me get it on?” You gasped, his hips snapping into yours, giving you a preview of what was to come.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, running your hands through his hair, bringing him closer.
“Sure thing, kitten. Only if I get to take it off.”
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Darry x Fem!reader. They go out on a nice date but Y/n is wearing smth a lil revealing...maybe a little spice in there, but I understand if you don't want to write that 😅
i love this idea! thank you for the request!!
i have limited experience/comfort with writing spicier things, but i gave it a go. i'd say it's more a fluffy/suggestive vibe than spicy. i added in some little details about red lipstick, lol. i hope you like it <3
staring respectfully
even a perfect gentleman can be tempted
DarryxFem!reader. wc: 1523. flirty and suggestive date night between established partners. no real content warnings.
“Aaannndd, perfect!” you said to yourself as you finished lining your top lip with red lipstick.
You had just enough time to adjust your dress and give the mirror a final look before Darry was supposed to pick you up. He said he’d be there at 7:30 sharp. And you knew it would be exactly 7:30 sharp because he’s never late, especially to pick you up for a date night.
“Keys, wallet, lipstick” you run through the list of items to throw in your purse before the doorbell interrupts you. 7:29pm, of course, he’s running early because he’s excited.
Regular date nights are not so regular with you and Darry, mostly because he works all the time and money…well it’s not exactly unlimited. But when you two do get the chance to go out, it’s really special. Or as special as it can be on the east side of Tulsa. You guys have a favorite spot, a little diner, that’s more than the Tastee Freez but not exactly the ritz. It didn’t matter though because Darry could make you feel special anywhere.
“Coming!” you call down the hall, hoping he’ll hear you as you slip on a pair of black heels and start walking.
You paused before opening the door, just for a moment. You wanted to collect yourself and look a little more poised before Darry saw you. What he didn’t yet know is that you’d gone out of your way to doll up for this date night. It’d been a few weeks since you were able to go out and you’d both been flat broke around his birthday, so you wanted to make it special now that there was the time and money for a night out. New dress, new shoes, new lipstick.
Red. Wine red lipstick. Nothing too flashy, but it would definitely catch his eye.
“Hey, Y/N—oh shit!” Darry exclaimed as you opened the door, “pardon my french, sweetheart, I’m sorry.”
Slam dunk, hole in one, mission accomplished. In the first two seconds, you knew he loved it.
“Is everything alright?” you asked him in a giggly tone. He took a few steps back to let you fully out of the door and turn around to lock it behind you.
“Oh, most definitely,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist as you twisted the key in the lock.
“Well you looked like you’d seen a ghost there for a second," you teased him.
“I just—you look amazing, it took me by surprise…not that you don’t always look amazing, it’s just—is that a new dress?” he stammered.
“Tripping over your words tonight, Curtis?” you teased again as you turned around in his arms, “yes, it’s a new dress. I wanted tonight to be special since, you know, it’s been awhile since we’ve been out.”
“Well…I…yeah, let’s go out then,” he replied, gesturing towards the truck without taking his eyes off you.
All the way to the car you could feel him watching you. He was normally so put together and sure-spoken. You’d definitely taken Darryl Curtis Jr. by surprise tonight and he was not going to waste a single moment’s opportunity to take it all in.
Ever the perfect gentleman, he opened the truck’s passenger door and helped you climb in. You were sure-footed in heels, but he always helped you up into the truck no matter what you’re wearing. Once you were seated, you could immediately tell that he’d put in his own kind of effort for the evening. The truck was freshly cleaned, tools taken out of the bed, seats even looked vacuumed. Soda and Steve must have done him a solid at the DX before he came over.
That’s not to say his appearance was underwhelming in the slightest. As he started the engine, you admired the curve of his biceps peeking out from the sleeves of a freshly-ironed muscle tee. He was wearing his good jeans, the dark denim that fit him like a glove and had no holes. The best part, though: that one front curl of his greased dark hair fell effortlessly tousled along the middle of his forehead. It always looked, to you at least, like a special flair that someone put on a signature. Anyone could sign the name Darryl Curtis Jr., but could anyone else do that with such perfection? Probably not.
“Is that new lipstick too?” Darry asked you as he pulled up to a stoplight. He took his eyes off the road and fully took in your face, appreciating it the way he always does but with a glimmer in eye that made you feel like his whole world and then some.
“Yeah,” you replied, “I heard you tell the guys last week that you like red lipstick and I didn’t have any so I picked some up.”
He replied with a deep sigh and a playful smile as the truck lurched forward at the green light. Darry’s always a careful driver, but you could tell it was hard for him to focus on the rules of the road at the moment.
“So you’re eavesdropping on the gang’s locker room talk, huh?” Darry teased.
“It’s hardly eavesdropping when you’re all scream-talking in the living room and I’m six feet away in the kitchen,” you pointed out, “besides, aren’t you glad I overheard you say that?”
“Very glad,” he said as he put the truck in park down the street from the diner. He raised a gentle hand to your cheek, pulling you in for a soft kiss before getting out.
You got seated in the diner at your favorite booth, the one you and Darry always shared. Your red lips almost matched the color of the leather seats, like a picture in a magazine staged for perfection. Normally, he’s the type of guy who likes to sit next to his date on the same side of the booth, sling an around your shoulder, that kind of thing. But tonight he sat across from you, probably because the view was better.
“You two coming from some big party?” the waitress who always served you guys asked as she approached the table.
“You’re dressed to the nines tonight!” she added, turning to you.
“Oh no, ma’am,” Darry replied for you, “just taking my favorite girl out tonight.”
“Special occasion then?” the waitress asked in a playful tone.
“It’s always a special occasion with Y/N.” Darry said, making you blush a little.
He said it with a loving smile, never taking his eyes off you as he spoke to the waitress. If you’d have been on a date with any other man, any less respectful and upstanding man, the look he was giving you right now would have already escalated into a speedy trip to a private location. But not Darry. He wanted you, that was obvious, but he still had his morals.
“You’re doing a lot of talking with your eyes tonight,” you said to Darry after you’d both placed your orders and the waitress was safely out of earshot.
He cleared his throat and learned forward, extending his long arms across the table with hands outstretched and reaching for your own, “I could say the same about you. That dress is practically screaming at me.”
“Screaming what at you?” you giggled.
“I think you know,” he replied with a wink.
“Well,” you cocked your head to the side with a playful grin, “I think you should clarify because I was always taught that staring is rude.”
“Y/N,” he said slowly in a low tone, “I’m staring respectfully.”
“Oh what a perfect gentleman!” you teased.
“Even a perfect gentleman can be tempted,” he replied, “especially with a dress like that.”
The flirtation continued to escalate as the waitress came back with your food. Nothing special, but you were surprised that Darry ordered a beer. He doesn’t normally do that unless he’s nervous or…well, really wants to make sure he has a good time.
Once the dishes were cleared and the check paid, you two headed out of the dinner and into the fading Tulsa evening. Even the east side of the city could be charming at night, with the neon signs and other couples walking around, probably out for date night too. The Circle Cinema sign caught your eye as you walked hand in hand down the street.
“Maybe we could catch a movie,” you suggested, pointing at the marquee. The truck was in eyesight now, and his gaze darted from your face to the outline of its fender and back to you.
“Definitely not, darlin’” Darry replied, “we’re going home.”
“Why’s that?” you asked, “it’s still early, the night’s still young!”
“We’re going home,” he repeated, stopping and placing his two strong, calloused hands on your exposed shoulders, “because I’m tired of just staring respectfully at this dress.”
You giggled and grabbed his hand as you started walking again, “Respectfully, Curtis, I think I know what you mean.”
“Then get in this truck,” he said as he opened the door for you, “so we can go somewhere and get a little less respectful.”
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Fireworks
pairing: König x reader
warning: just a lil bit spicy in the end, and a bit of gg translated German so it might be shite.
summary: you invited König over to watch fireworks, and it got a bit too cold.
word count: 1700-ish
(A/N: my second writing ever hohoho let's go, and happy new year >:D)
11:36 p.m.
You were sitting on the couch, looking at the clock on top of your TV in front of you. A bottle of cola in your hand is half full. The sky is getting darker and darker every minute. He should have arrived five minutes ago. You can't stop worrying he will not come. No, he will be here. Just give him some time. You thought to yourself, maybe he got a little too excited and needs time to calm himself down.
König was standing at your front door for almost 15 minutes with a small potted African violet in his hand, not because he's worried if he came to the wrong house, there's no other house here for half a mile away. The man is trying to build enough courage to knock, should he text you that he's here first, or should he just knock before the plant goes stiff. Suddenly his phone vibrates in his pocket.
Y/N: Hey big man, are you lost?
Your text popped up on top of his screen, and he froze. Big man, huh. How could you keep finding nicknames to call him, and still every single one of it makes him blush. Before he could reply, another message from you popped up.
Y/N: It's okay if you change your mind, y’know. I'm not gonna be mad.
After seeing the text. He typed his reply as fast as he could, not wanting you to think that he stood you up. He'd never stood you up.
König: I'm at your door.
He heard a faint noise of stumbling, jumping, and running to the door. A clicking sound was heard and in the gap between the door, is your face. You were in your favorite sweater and a pair of black sweatpants. You look so cozy; it makes him kind of embarrassed because he’s in his black jacket and jeans like he’s taking you out or something.
“Oh wow, looking handsome tonight huh, big bear.” You were opening up the door to let him come in when your eyes locked on the small pot in his hands, you gasped. “König! You shouldn’t have,”
“I saw this at the shop and thought of you,” He handed you the plant. “At first I thought a bouquet of flowers would be nice, but it's not going to last long.”
“How thoughtful,” You reach out for the plant from him and gesture at him to come in. “c'mon, it's cold outside.”
König stepped into your humble little home. The smell of food hit his nose first thing. He eyed around your living room, then moved to the kitchen zone on the right. “Cozy, ich mag das.”
“Sorry?” You turned around and looked at him. It’s not unusual that he slipped some German in when he speaks, which you adore very much. However, your German sucks ass.
“I like it,” he said sitting down on the couch while you find a nice spot for your new little plant. After looking around for a solid minute, you decided to put it beside the window where the sunlight can reach it. König was looking at you while you put his small gift down with such care, in fact, he likes watching you move around in your big sweater. You look like a soft cuddly ball in his eyes.
“So, we have some time until midnight, want to eat something? I’ve put the pizza in the microwave, it should be ready now.”
“Sure,” The man walked up to you at the kitchen counter. “Need help?”
“Relax, Mr. Bear. I can do this, you’re my guest!” You gesture at him to go back to the couch.
Mr. Bear.
Mr. Bear.
Verdammt, get it together you silly man.
“I-I can’t just sit while you do all the work.” He stuttered.
“Well then, why don’t you go upstairs and tidy up the place for us?”
“Upstairs?”
“Yeah, we can watch the fireworks from there.”
He nodded silently, walking slowly up the stairs. Second level of the house is, for him, a private space. When you asked him to come, he didn’t think he’d have to come upstairs. König looks around and sees the balcony on the right side, the left side is the door to your room. How did he know that? Because the door is opened ajar. He couldn’t stop himself from looking into your room, despite knowing it’s not appropriate. In the small gap he can see your bed with a plushie on top of it. That’s all he sees before moving on to the balcony.
The balcony was already prepared, almost. You had a blanket down on the floor and a couple of bottles on top to prevent it from flying away. He lowered himself down on the blanket, soft wind blowing, sending a cold feeling onto his face. What should he do next, you both need more blankets, but all the blankets are in your bedroom, and he wouldn’t dare go in.
The sky is nice tonight, no clouds, the moon is shining beautifully, König thought about you, spending time here alone with a small town quite far away might be lonely. Even Though you are mostly off for the missions, you got to spend time with the team. It feels nothing like spending time with someone normal, just sitting down and talking and watching movies, doing normal things. He couldn’t remember the last time he did that with someone, now he gets to do it with you, even just for a short moment. He will do his best to enjoy it with you.
“The sky is pretty, don’t you think?” Your voice is heard from behind. He turned to look at you, your hand holding a plate, the other hand a bottle of cola. “Sorry I don’t have wine.”
“I don’t mind,” said König with a smile. He scooted over for you to sit beside him. You dropped yourself down and set the stuff in your hand between you both. “The sky is pretty.”
But you are the prettiest thing I see.
“It’s been some time since I came out here and looked at the sky.” You sigh softly. “It’s nice to see it with someone.”
König didn’t reply to that, instead he looked back up at the sky above, quietly cherishing the comfort of your presence. He can hear you picking up a slice of pizza and eating it quietly beside him. All this just feels normal, just being with you without saying anything. He wonders if this is what it’s like to spend time with someone, to be with someone.
“It’s very cold up here” You rub your hands together.
Suddenly König’s hand moves to your side, but before it touches you, he stops. He decided to take off his jacket, leaving only his black turtleneck to shield the cold. “Here,”
“Oh, thanks” You accept his jacket and put it over your body. The smell of coffee hits your nose, you can’t help but smile to yourself. “How sweet of you.” You leaned closer to him, resting your head on his broad shoulder.
His muscles tense up against you. König’s mind went crazy, his face heated up like a stove, both of his hands curled into fists. How should he act? Should he lean back onto you, or should he stay like this? Though he tried his best not to move, to act normal, but you already notice the change in his physique.
“I’m sorry- was that too much-” You raised your head to look at him, seeing his red face makes yours lit up as well. Before you could move a bit further, you feel his hand on your shoulder, holding you close.
“Better keep close, it-it’s cold up here” He stumbled looking away from you. You can still see his red cheeks from this angle, he’s blushing. Was it because he likes it or because it’s the anxiety he’s having? You couldn’t tell. But you can tell by his hand that is holding firmly on your shoulder, he doesn’t want you to pull away.
You gave in to the urge and pressed a soft kiss on the side of his face. His face turned to face you, blue eyes widely looking at yours like a deer in headlights. Suddenly his eyes shift to your lips, and back up again. König leans closer, your faces are inches apart. You shift up to meet his touch. His lips were warm, surprisingly soft. You both stay still for a moment, letting the feeling tattoo into your brain, then you make the first move. He kisses you back softly, holding back the urge to just pin you down and do what he wants with you. Your hand touches the side of his face, caressing it. His hand on your shoulder now moves down to your waist, pulling you close. Without breaking the kiss, you move yourself up to straddle him. Your lower lip was taken by his teeth, pulling it gently. You both return the touches for a while, then break apart, gasping for air. “I can’t believe I waited this long to do this.”
Your eyes lock with his, faces still so close you can feel his warm breath on your skin. “You are so beautiful in my jacket,” König whispers. “Schatz, so gorgeous.”
His words earn a small chuckle from you, but before you could say something in return, König pulled you back to meet his lips. His warm hands slip under your sweater, meet the skin of your waist, while he tastes you. You feel so small in his embrace, so safe, yet so fragile. His low, raspy voice whispers soft little praise between the kisses. Suddenly you feel the sky lit up in colors, it’s midnight. König pulls away to look up briefly, then his lips are back on yours again.
“Konig-” You gasp between the kisses. “We’re going to miss the fireworks.”
“I could miss thousands of them if it means I get to have you like this, liebling.”
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Visitor
[Vessel/GN!Reader] (Poly!Sleep token/reader if you squint)
“Tell me-” He growls in your ear, “Tell me what you need.” Your eyes shoot open, and your entire body tenses. His hands freeze over your ribs, tickling the sensitive skin. Without having to think, you respond. “You.” Your voice is airy, “I need you, Ves.”
Warnings: Little spicy, but nothing inherently explicit. Maybe a lil explicit. Swearing. Not beta read (we die like men)
Word Count: 1,400
A/N: I was inspired by @faithghoul and their headcanons so i had to write this!! I haven't written something like this in... a while. I hope you like it! Also first time writing Vessel, so please go easy on me lmao The reader in here is gender neutral, I tried to make sure not to use like any prominent descriptors!
It had been a while since you had seen Vessel, thanks to his tour schedule. You knew you were going to be seeing him again soon, but you weren’t sure when the next time he would be walking through the door was.
You sit in your bed, in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear, and mess around on your laptop. You are humming to yourself when you hear a creaking noise and the sound of your front door opening. Immediately you stop and stand from your bed. You then remember, your old roommate still happens to have a key and you’re sure it’s them.
You call out their name as you open your bedroom door and when you’re greeted with someone who is not your best friend, you let out a scream. When you realize, it is in fact not an intruder you are relieved, but quickly become confused.
“Vessel, how the fuck did you get in? Did I forget to lock-”
“No.” He is quick to cut you off. “You haven’t given me a key-”
It’s your turn to cut him off, “You used telekinesis to get in? Ok, maybe you don’t need a key… Where are the others, do they need a place to stay tonight?”
“No,” He somehow moves closer to you, and you instinctively take a step back. He is quick to move forward again and this time you stay still. “I want you all for myself tonight.” His hands rest on your hips, and you’re stunned.
You nod without thinking, and you’re both moving back into your bedroom. “Close the door,” Your voice is barely above a whisper, “My old roommate is supposed to drop off their key tonight. Don’t need them walking in on us…”
“When did you become shy about people seeing you-”
Your face is on fire and your eyes are suddenly wide, “Don’t.” Your voice is soft, but stern. It doesn’t matter though, it doesn’t phase Vessel. He lets out a laugh and his grip on your tenses. You reach behind him and close the door. You can feel his eyes on you through his mask.
Without skipping a beat, as soon as the door is shut, your positions are flipped. You are pushed against the door, Vessel staring down at you with his head cocked. You swallow hard and stare back at him. He’s smirking. He’s enjoying toying with you. Your heart is beating in your chest and you can’t help but swallow hard.
You aren’t scared of Vessel, you’re very much excited by him, but there is always this air of unknown when he or the others are around. It’s very much a good thing, not knowing what you’re about to get keeps you on your toes. But sometimes, you don’t want to be on your toes, you just want Vessel’s touch and that’s that.
His lips collide with yours while your head is in the clouds, bridging you back down instantly. You’re quick to kiss back when you register what’s going on and you can feel Vessel still smirking. You want to roll your eyes. His hands are moving up your shirt, towards your chest, and you gasp at the cool feeling of his fingers. It makes you tense, and you inhale sharply.
Vessel’s lips begin to trail towards your jawline and he nips at the skin. You let out a soft moan and your eyes shut. You sigh as his lips slowly move towards your ear. You are not prepared for what’s to come, you are completely oblivious. Vessel knows, and he will use that to his advantage.
“Tell me-” He growls in your ear, “Tell me what you need.”
Your eyes shoot open, and your entire body tenses. His hands freeze over your ribs, tickling the sensitive skin. Without having to think, you respond.
“You.” Your voice is airy, “I need you, Ves.”
You can feel him smile against you. He nips your earlobe and begins to kiss down your neck, towards your collarbone, but he doesn’t quite make it there. He stops as soon as he reaches the most sensitive part of your neck and he begins to bite and suck at the exposed flesh.
His fingers dance across your skin and he easily pulls a moan from you. You needily push yourself against him, and his hands instantly grab your hips and he pushes you back against the door.
‘Oh, that’s how it’s gonna be…’
One of Vessel’s hands moves towards the waistband of your underwear this time while the other keeps you against the door. His fingers push past the waistband and they dance across your outer thigh.
Another moan drags itself from your throat.
“I want everyone to know who you belong to.” His voice sends chills down your spine and he bites down a little harder than you’re used to.
Your hips buck, and a loud cry escapes you. Vessel is quick to pull away once he realizes you’re in pain and he examines you closely.
“My love,” his voice is soft, softer than you're used to, really. “I-” He lifts up your shirt and realizes your skin is starting to bruise slightly from the grip he had on you. He lets out a sigh, “I’m sorry.”
Your breathing returns to normal, and you look at Vessel. You know that wasn’t completely on him, Sleep sometimes… Caused that. The sudden possessiveness, the sudden roughness, and the weird tone in his voice.
“It’s fine,” You whisper to him. “Really, I’m okay.” You reach upward and bump your forehead against his mask. “Now, can we continue? I’d be awfully sad if-”
Lips press to yours once more, but the kiss is more tender this time. His hands aren’t holding you against the door anymore.
Vessel begins to lead you towards your bed and you fall back onto it, staring up at him with a longing, and hunger, he could not get enough of. His hands move to the hem of your shirt and you shimmy out of it. He tosses it across the room and you lean back, his for the taking.
“Hello!” A voice comes from the other side of your door and Vessel tenses, ready to protect you. “You here, (Y/N)?”
You throw your head back and let out a quiet groan. “It’s that roommate I told you about.” You whisper up at Vessel, trying to reassure him you did not need protecting. “Yeah! Just-” Your doorknob wiggles.
Vessel seems ready to kill.
“Ok, you’re the only one home and you locked your door?” Your old roommate snorts. There is a short silence before a lightbulb seems to go off. “Oh! You’re fucking! God,” they let out a laugh, “Finally, maybe you’ll stop bein’ so… Fucking uptight!”
You cover your mouth and hold back a loud laugh. Vessel, still over you, is watching the door closely, as if the roommate could magically open it. He turns slightly towards you and you shake your head, alerting him to not do anything.
“I’m gonna leave the key on the table,” they continue to laugh, “Have a nice night (Y/N), and the person fucking (Y/N)!”
You stay silent a little longer, and after hearing the front door slam you let out a loud laugh. “What the fuck!” You can’t help but yell.
“I can see why you’ve been ‘uptight’.” Vessel does not seem as amused as you are. “We were together before they moved out?”
“Yeah, I was only uptight around them,” You’re still a giggling mess under Vessel.
Vessel relaxes, a small snort escaping him. You smile up at him and relax in turn. You cock your head to the side and just watch him for a moment, before asking, “Do you want to continue? I am uptight after all, how will I know if fucking doesn’t help if it’s not tried.” You’re trying not to laugh again. “Oh!” You giggle out, “I know what would be a real stress reliever!” Vessel looks at you, ready to hear what you have to say. “Inviting II, III, and IV over.” You snort, wiggling your eyebrows.
Vessel sighs, “I wish for your old roommate to never visit again.”
“Is that a no?” You stop giggling and become serious.
You aren’t given an answer, instead cold hands grab at your sides and Vessel’s lips are pressed against yours. You are quickly quieted. You let out a gasp, and Vessel’s tongue slips into your mouth.
Whether the others come over or not, it is going to be a long night.
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Jealousy, Jealousy, and Jealousy
Pjsk boys x fem! reader
Summary: Oneshot: You and your boyfriend are having a nice walk around the park.... When a 'friend' from school 'runs into' you. Your boyfriend isn't very fond of this 'friend'. What do you do? Headcannons: how they act when they're jealous
This writing contains.... Shy reader...
A/N: results of this poll and this poll. No, the person with red quotes isn't Arata. Sorry if this isnt what you were expecting. I kinda wanted to go a bit more calm with this one. If you want something more spicy ✨dramatic✨, then just lmk :p yes i just discovered my kindle yes im using a kindle dont ask me why just had diff quotation marks. Just added a lil bit of hcs bc i felt like it :c
Kamishiro Rui:
denies it at first
Slyly
He'll be like
“Me? Little old me?”
if you keep calling him out, then he'll eventually admit it without shame
Gets super clingy when he's jealous
If youre in public, then he'll just hold your hand tightly and give you a kiss every now and then
If youre in private
Chances are you wont be going home tonight
As I gripped her hand gently, I continued rambling about my 'crazy' ideas for WonderlandxShowtime's upcoming show. As I finally run out of things to say, the calm silence fills the air, my eyes drifting to the beautiful view of the park, when the silence is suddenly interrupted.
“Y/N!”
An unfamiliar voice rings through my ears before I hear footsteps near towards the two of us.
“N/N! You did great in the school musical today!”
‘N/N....?’
I see a slightly familiar boy run up to Y/N and place his hands on her shoulders as he smiles brightly, pushing me aside as if I was nothing.
“....”
“U-Uh.... Thanks..?”
The girl says quietly and shyly, seeming a bit surprised by the sudden contact.
“Ah, pardon me.”
The boy says and retracts his hands from her shoulders.
“To celebrate your success, I wanted to maybe... Take you out for a drink? I've actually wanted to for a long time! I'll pay of course, I—”
“Ahem.”
“Hm?”
The boy turns towards me, as if he didn't know I was here.
“I believe N/N already has plans for the day.”
“Oh? Oh! That's fine! What about tomorrow? Tomorrow's fine right? After scho—”
“I'm afraid she has plans for tomorrow as well.”
“I do....?”
Placing a hand on her shoulder, I turn to her with a commanding grin.
“Why of course, dear. We were gonna go on a date tomorrow, remember?”
“.....”
“Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry Shenke.”
“Uh, that's alright! But you can always call me if you ever want to hangout.”
“... Okay....”
Due to him leaving the scene, I feel my shoulders unintentionally relax slightly, before turning back to Y/N.
“Now then, let's continue our walk, shall we?”
Taking her hand, I watch her nod to my words before we continue our walk around the park.
Absentmindly, I find myself humming to myself before Y/N's soft voice interrupts me.
“.... Rui..?”
“Hm? Yes, dear?”
“You.... What was that back there?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why'd you..... Yknow.... Say we were going out tomorrow? I mean, I don't have a problem with it but...”
“If you don't have a problem with it, then what's your point, N/N?"
“.... Rui, are you.... Are you.. Jealous?”
I chuckle and am quick to deny her words.
“Me? Jealous? Oh sweetie, why would I be jealous?”
“Well, I don't know, you just...... Nevermind..”
I smile at her and sigh out of relief internally as she drops the topi—
“Are you sure you aren't jealous?”
“I'm not jealous, okay Y/N? I have no need to be jealous, right?”
“I guess.....”
“Good. Now, I was thinking, for our next show, along the lines of—”
“I think you're jealous.”
I sigh and turn to her.
“What can I do to make you drop this topic?”
“.... Admit you're jealous..”
I sigh again, this time dramatically before placing a hand on her head.
“Fine, fine, I'm jealous. But I have every right to be, don't I? I hate it when someone asks you out right in front of my very eyes.”
“Rui you know I'd never leave you.”
“I do. Though I still can't stand it when someone invades your personal space.”
“But he wasn't really invading my—”
“Now come on, let's go to my house.”
“What, why?”
“I'm jealous, remember? When I get jealous, I tend to feel a bit more... Possessive..”
“You mean you're going to demand cuddles?"
“... Why must you say it as if it's a bad thing?”
Tenma Tsukasa:
kinda laughed it off when you first asked him if he was jealous
He tries not to think about it too much because he might end up actually convincing himself hes jealous
And he doesn't want that
If he does end up accepting it though
Then he'll just be like super super clingy
Lets say he got jealous when you guys were in public, and now your in one of your guys' houses
If its his house then he'll just pick you up and bring you to his room for cuddles
If its your house then he'll just basically do the same but without picking you up
Because of family
“So, what do you think? Brilliant, right?”
I asked the girl beside me, my smile shining brightly.
“.... Yes, it's very nice, Tsukasa. You should write your script more often.”
My smile widens after hearing her words, though I sadly admit,
“Unfortunately, I can't write the script all the time, or that would give me less time to work on my acting skills in detail. So—”
“Y/N!!!”
“Huh? Did you hear—”
Suddenly, a boy that appears to be around our age runs up to us, Y/N specifically, and places his hands on her shoulders.
“H-Huh? Who are—”
“N/N! You did so good in the musical today! Did you want to celebrate? I was thinking we could go to this new bakery today that my parents just opened up!"
“U-Um....”
I could see Y/N's eyes drifted away from the boy, seemingly uncomfortable.
“Excuse me, but I believe my co-star is already occupied with spending the day with her boyfriend!”
“Huh??? You have a boyfriend? Since when??”
The boy seemed genuinely confused but also a bit suspicious as he spoke.
“Since—”
“Since I confessed my astounding love towards this beautiful girl that you're asking out.”
“.... Really? Well, regardless, do give me a call if you want to.. hangout. You have my number!”
And with that, the boy walked off, leaving me standing with my hands on my hips.
Turning my head towards Y/N I speak in an unintentional slightly commanding tone.
“Why do you have his number?”
“I needed it for a school project we had to work on a while ago.... Why?”
“You know, you shouldn't give your number to strangers!”
“... But he's not a stranger.”
“Still, you know, I'm thinking maybe you should delete him from your contacts. Boys like him—”
“Tsukasa...”
I stop talking and smile at her as she calls me by my name.
“Yes, dear Y/N?”
“Are you..... Jealous?”
“J-Jealous? Me? Of course not! As a star such as myself could never be jealous over anyone!”
“A-Are you sure? You're acting a bit weird..”
I nod my head to her question, the big smile still present on my face.
“I'm one hundred percent sure, my dear co-star! A star should never lie!”
“.... You sound jealous to me.”
“N/N, everything is not always as it seems or sounds. You've got to learn that in li—”
“Why are you jealous?”
I look at her, confused. I thought I just said I wasn't jealous. Or does she not believe me?
“Y/N, I-I told you I'm not jealous! Why won't you believe me?”
She stays silent, thinking for a few moments, before replying.
“You're just acting a bit different than usual, that's all.”
What's this I feel on my forehead? Sweat?
“I... I have no idea what you're talking about!”
Aoyagi Toya:
was genuinely confused when he got jealous
“What is this feeling?”
He'll probably talk to you about it
When you end up telling him he's probably jealous, he'll just be like ‘oh’
Then he starts asking questions like
“I didn't do anything rash, right?”
bro thinks he turned evil just because he became a lil jealous
You have to convince him he didn't do anything wrong
Or he'll probably beat himself up(metaphorically, ofc)
He might just hold your hand a bit tighter for the rest of the day
He gets super quiet if someone starts obviously flirting with you
he may be a little dense but he aint dumb
If he sees youre uncomfortable though, he'll step in to protect you
I close the door behind Y/N as we walk into the arcade, a small smile on my face as I do so. I've been waiting for this arcade date for a long time. Finally, we can have some time for oursel—
“Y/N!!!!”
My thoughts are interrupted by a loud male voice coming from the crane game direction.
A boy suddenly runs up to us, almost crashing into Y/N due to his current speed.
“Y/N, Y/N! You did so great at the school musical today that I just had to get you this plush to celebrate!”
The boy talks before energetically handing Y/N a bunny plush.
“Um, thanks.... This is very... Sweet of you.”
“You're welcome! Hey, since we're both here, do you wanna hangout together? Maybe grab a bite when we're done?”
I turn my head to Y/N, waiting to see her answer, as it would be impolite for me to butt into someone else's conversation.
“S-Sorry, but I'm on a date with someone already.”
“Y... You are?”
Looking surprised, he turns his towards me, before blinking and turning back to Y/N.
“Oh! That's okay! I'll see you later then.”
After the boy walks off, I look at the big bunny plush in her hand, and have a sudden urge to go the crane game section.
“I'd like to try my luck at a few crane games, if you don't mind.”
“Huh? Oh that's fine.”
I smile slightly and grasp her hand before leading her to the crane game sections.
“What plushie do you want?”
“Me?”
I watch Y/N's eyes shift from each of the crane games, before her mouth opens as she points to a plushie in one of the machines.
“I kind of want that cat plushie.”
“Alright.”
I walk up to the machine which holds the desired plushie and enter a few coins inside.
“I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick.”
“Mhm.”
I hum absentmindedly, my attention focused on the crane machine and the plush.
Y/N soon returns from the bathroom 5 minutes later to see me waiting for her with a boatload of plushies in my arms, before handing them to her.
“Toya? How did you get so many plushies while I was gone?? It's been like, 5 minutes.. Why did you get me all these?”
“I had a sudden urge to get you some plushies when I say that boy give you that plushie. It's weird....”
“You.... Did?”
I nod as she takes some of the plushies from my hands.
“I felt this weird feeling when that boy came up to you. I don't know why, but I really didn't like it when he put his hands on your shoulders.”
“Maybe you were just.... Jealous...?”
“Jealous?”
I tilt my head to the side, not having thought of that concept.
“Hm. Is that a bad thing?”
“Well... As long as you don't do anything rash.... I don't see anything wrong with it... Though, you know, you shouldn't be jealous... I mean... It's... Not like I would leave you anyway..”
A small smile curls on my lips after hearing her words, causing me to pat her head gently.
“I know that, I.... I'm sorry for being jealous.”
Shinonome Akito:
When this boy gets jealous
He gets moody af
And also clingy
You tell him he's jealous? Denial denial denial
“I'm not jealous! That's just stupid.”
He will never admit it for the life of him
he gets super possesive over you when hes jealous
If youre in private
Chances are you wont be going home for at least a week/j
But seriously
You probably wont be going home that night
“Oh, here it is! The new cheesecake place my sister found. I hope their cheesecake is actually decent.”
I open the door for me and Y/N, my hand not leaving hers as we enter the small cafe.
We wait in line for a minute or two before I hear a voice.
“Next— eh? Y/N? Hey, what's up?”
My head perks up from my phone and to the voice behind the counter.
“Oh, hi.”
I see Y/N give a shy wave to the boy, before the boy talks again.
“It's nice to see you again. I've actually been thinking recently, maybe we could go out sometime to—”
“Hey, can I get two cheesecakes please?”
I cut the boy's sentence short, lightly slamming my hand on the counter.
“Uh, yeah, sure.”
The boy takes a couple of plates before continuing his sentence.
“Anyway, as I was saying, I was thinking maybe we could—”
“Oh, and here's the money for mine and hers.”
I slam the money down on the counter while making eye contact with the boy.
“Dude, do you mind? I'm tryna ask a girl out.”
“Actually, I do mind. That's my girlfriend you're trying to ask out.”
....
He narrows his eyes at me and I do just the same.
While speaking, he slams the two plates of cheesecake on the counter.
“Here's your cheesecake.”
“Thanks.”
I walk away aggressively as I grip Y/N's hand.
I plop down on a chair by the table, feeling moody.
...
“....Are you—”
“No, I'm not jealous! Why would you think that? You're not gonna leave me for him, obviously, I know that!”
....
“I was just gonna ask if you were gonna use that fork. They only gave us one.”
....
“I'll go get another one.”
I go to the counter to obtain a fork before handing it to Y/N after returning.
....
“So.... Why are you jealous?—”
“I'm not jealous!”
“But your actions show that you are..”
I see her look away shyly as she takes a small bite of her cheesecake.
“You know... I'll never leave you...”
“I know I know....”
“So...”
“I'm sorry, okay?”
Requests are always welcome until 12/24/23!
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How are the ros when in a romance with mc?
Hi angel!
I'm going to describe kind of overarching "themes" or motifs for each of the romance options and their routes. There won't be many spoilers, but lil fun hints (fun is a loose term cuz im kinda evil).
Also, you'll get to experience romances with the RO when you read the story hehehe, trust me it's coming! The demo is only up to chapter 1...gotta give MC some time to heal from that sweet spicy trauma (or not).
Chapter 2 Part 1 is coming along quite nicely, I'm anticipating it to be about 30K without code.
Without further ado, here are the romance vibes for the RO in Memento Mori!
Delphine: "i never knew love until I met you", breakfast in bed and massages after a long day, she wants to spoil you, "i wish i could stop time, I wish I could keep this forever." You make her feel worthy, you make her feel seen. She remembers all of your favorite things, her love language is words of affirmation and gift giving. She's protective over you; she lets you see the parts of herself she keeps hidden. all her favorite love songs are about you.
"I wanna love me, the way that you love me. for all of my pretty, and all of my ugly too. I'd love to see me from your point of view. I wanna trust me, the way that you trust me. Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do. I'd love to see me from your point of view" POV by Ariana Grande
Honorable Mention: A Thousand Years by Christina Perri
Zero Chevalier: "MC over morals", it's soft smiles and softer touches, like you're the most precious thing he's ever held. it's wide eyed surprise at your reciprocation, love that is dark and consuming, you're in his sweetest dreams, and you're the light in his darkest nightmares, "remind me that this is real." has a hundred drawings of you in his sketchbook "You're my home."
"There's a lover in the story, but the story's still the same. There's a lullaby for suffering, and a paradox to blame. But it's written in the scriptures. And it's not some idol claim. You want it darker. We kill the flame." You Want it Darker by Leonard Cohen
Honorable Mention: Peace by Taylor Swift
Xa'eks/Xa'veed: war between head and heart, not sure who is falling first and who is falling harder, not only bends the rules, but breaks them for you. overwhelmed by the severity of their emotions, wants to make up for all the years they spent without knowing you, has told the stars about you, knows they will lose you but loves you like they won't, you could live inside them and it wouldn't be close enough, love language is physical touch
"I can't help but love you, Even though I try not to. I can't help but want you. I know that I'd die without you. I can't help but be wrong in the dark. 'Cause I'm overcome in this war of hearts. I can't help but want oceans to part. 'Cause I'm overcome in this war of hearts" War of Hearts by Ruelle
Honorable Mention: Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift
Ayana Tsosie: let me be your peace (when the world is going to shit), there's nothing wrong with loving again, we have more on the line than love, you can't fight your heart without hurting yourself in the long run. she keeps an eye on you across rooms and battlefields, she treats you as her equal, you've become one of the best parts of her life (new and old), you borrowed her heart and refused to give it back, but she gave it willingly. your hand in hers is what love poems are written about.
"Have you ever wished for an endless night? Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight. Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself. Will it ever get better than tonight?" Glitter in the Air by P!nk
Honorable Mention: Love Me Like You Do by Elle Goulding
Cecelia/Chase: friends to lovers but I love my friends just as deeply, they don't know they love you until they almost lose you, there's butterflies in my bloodstream (it must be because of you), partners in crime, communication without words. they know what you need before you do, they bring you flowers and will choose to stare at you over the most beautiful sunsets (because nothing compares in their eyes)
"I'm dancing in the dark. With you between my arms, barefoot on the grass. Listening to our favorite song, I have faith in what I see. Now I know I have met an angel in person" Perfect by Ed Sheeran
Honorable Mention: Say You Won't Let Go by James Arthur
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BSD guys comfort you when you feel down
ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, atsushi
Hello beautiful! I hope you're doing well :) in honor of bungou stray dogs season 4, here are some new headcanons. I'm writing some hurt-comfort/fluff once more bc I'm a sucker for it and I'm ready for the year to be over already (only 10 days in haha💀).
Chuuya Nakahara
lmao fiesty boi
more spicy than takis
anyways
this shawty is a busy man, he has lots of work to always do so it would take him a few days to realize you're in a funk
I think he would figure out when he comes home for dinner and you arent as expressive as you usually are
he fell in love w you for how pure and adorable you areeee😭😭💕
he would ask what youre preparing for dinner and you'd answer w smth like "sigh, whatever you want. Or take out."
This boy loves your food, even if you suck at cooking
He sees you on the couch scrolling through your phone, seeing your unhappy expression
"Hey y/n.. whats wrong?"
"Hm? oh nothing, Im fine"
GIRLIE CUT THE CRAP-
hehe jkjk unless..
he would obviously not break you bc youre like invinsible and like the biggest stone walls protect your heart from being vulnerable :/
He'll tell you he's getting chinese or smth and grab his keys to leave
but in reality he goes out to the store and buys all your fav things and the things that remind him of you
this guy is rich, he will buy you everything
Imagine him coming home w ingredients for your fav meal and an extra bag w a new teddy bear and maybe even a face mask, perfume, and a new nail polish color, or maybe matching hoodiessss
"uh chuuya, what are you doing? what's that?"
"I dont know whats burdening your sweet lil head, but darling whatever it is, just acknowledge those bad feelings and set them aside. You're so strong, but I want you to rest now. I bought you something and Im gonna be cooking your favorite tonight. Go open your gift, I'll tell you when food is done."
cue your tears
"darling?"
"..thank you bub"
he'll wrap you in his arms, rubbing your head, and drawing shapes on your back
"shhh sh sh, I'm here now"
he'll grab a chair so you can hang out w him in the kitchen while he cooks
he'll softly smile everytime your face lights up while you are opening your gifts
then you'll get to the bottom of your present
a rock?
"rocks always remind me of you, silly girl"
he was your penguin, giving you the smoothest part of earth he could find
after dinner, he'll get a bath running and join you
just innocent touches on your body to help you relax and sweet nothings to help your tired mind.
you practically become jelly in his hold
he'll carry you to bed, rub your back some more
all the head kisses in the world from chuuya ofc
"sleep well, little lamb"
Osamu Dazai
im simping all over again, pls let me drown w him
i wanna cuddle and watch disney movies pls😩
depression who
this man knows the dark side, he has always had to protect himself from others
until he met you anyways
Lets say yall have been together for about 8-9 ish months. You both have opened up about your lives, but ofc not everything
Your past rises to the surface, whatever it is: its a bad memory and you break down
Im gonna say you found smth triggering while you scrolled through your cell phone
You were taking a sip of water when it happened and it caused your hand to slip
glass broken everywhere; the sound was loud and made your mind fuzzy
You couldnt move
"Dearest, i'm homeeeee🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻"
literally not rn dazai-
anyway, his eyes widen. there you are on the brink of collapse
your knees are physically trembling, eyes watering and foggy
you couldnt even process dazai being there, did you even know he was there?
"y/n.. dont. move. I'll pick up the glass"
he needs to make your surroundings are safe before he can assess what the hell actually happened here
you answer him with a whimper, still trembling
he quickly sweeps the glass closest to you so he can grab your hand. you flinch but allow the touch otherwise so he can set you down
youre sitting on the floor while he picks up the rest of the glass
once he tosses the glass out into the bin, you couldnt hold it in as you started bawling
dazai quickly comes to you, he kneels in front of you trying to get your attention
thankfully you look at him and reach for him
he gently manuvers you onto his lap and allows you to curl into him
"o-osamu, I cant anymore, it.. it hurts"
the detecrive wont say anything more than a few short comforting whisperings and shushing you while he plays with your hair and gives your head a few kisses
he'll wait to move from the floor when you can breathe, and if you need a little guidance, he will see to it
"y/n, look at the palm of my hand. When we breathe in, you're gonna slowly trace all my fingers starting with my thumb, okay? You're gonna do the same thing when we breathe out. Go from the middle of my palm to the thumb, alllll the way to my pinky, can my lovely do that? here, lets do it together."
And slowly you inhale, you tickle his fingers when you trace the base of each of them up to his fingertips, then go back down to meet the following finger. You make your way back to his thumb and you exhale as you repeat the action all over again.
he'll pick your body up against his and he'll cuddle you in bed until you fall asleep
"my sweet girl, you did so well. I love you, have sweet dreams. I'll join you soon."
And when you wake up, you'll be met with your fav take out and a new spft blanket that was just in the dryer
Ranpo Edogawa
how did this man realize his feelings for you? or do you just taste like chocolate?
you knew coming into this relationship would be difficult
he's a literal child at 26
You or someone else will have to tell ranpo that you arent doing so great
in this scenario, we're gonna say someone else
kunikida: "hey ranpo, whats going on with y/n lately?"
"its probably their time of the month"
👊🏻💥
he's clueless until he puts on those glasses istg
he'll give you a glance and realize you're basically sulking
your shoulders look stiff, you have bags under your eyes, you look shaky, but not sick?
he put on his glasses and it all literally clicked
"ohh so thats what it is"
"uh ranpo who are you talking to?"
"not right now astushi, youll understand when youre older"
if yall are still at work when he gets the time to start a conversation with you, he will give you a snack of your choosing
and yes he will pout
"huh you want that one?! ahh, okay.."
and then youll quickly excuse yourself to do more work to rid yourself of your negative thoughts
youll drive ranpo and yourself home. you slump on the couch, your eyes watering. You are so tired
Ranpo will sit next to you and harshly pull you into his side to kiss your head before laying your head on his lap
"I dont like it when your sad, and I'm not good with nice words, but I can listen so spit it out so I can make you feel better."
he'll hold you all night, however you'd like
and if you rant thats up to you
just know that he is right there and you're in this together♥︎
Atsushi Nakajima
rawr
he's a sweet lil angel and will do ANYTHING to make you smile
"uhm y/n, i'll turn into a tiger for you"
"hey y/n just wanted to let you know that I did the dishes!"
"hey sweetie! do you wanna cuddle, maybe?"
^his love language is def shown through actions so he will either hold you or help you through most of your chores
it all started at the beginningnof the week, you were not feeling it
it was rainy and you were exhausted: it was only monday
you both had off work and it was pouring out, so you were stuck at home
atsushi said he would start w the chores but you didnt think he meant yours too
the whole apartment was tidy and he was even making you your fav sandwhich
he even turned on your fav show before giving you lunch
he sat next to you and pulled your feet into his lap
when he was done your sandwich, he massaged your feet and ankles and even kissed your toes to make you laugh
dw, you were wearing socks
affer eating and your episode finished, atsushi decided to pull out your record player and play your fav songs
*imagine enchanted by ts playing while he spun you in the living room🥺
"ahh, atsu! hahah"
it was.. enchanting to meet you
"oh princess, you make me wonder what I did just to have you in my life"
"I love you so much, let me take care of you today, and everyday after that."
"I want to watch you walk down the aisle in a pretty white dress"
he rlly simps for you, hard
astushi will spoil you the rest of the day with lingering soft touches, give you an early present that he was saving for your birthday, make dinner too
he would run you a bath and let you borrow his favorite hoodie and blush when you smell him on it
youre so tiny in his hoodies😭😭 he absolutely adores it
and he hopes that he can forever make you smile
"I never want to be the reason to make you cry, rest now. I'll protect you tonight. Every night, I promise" *kiss
oml look yall I did it, i wrote fanfiction. I hope yall have a great new year! dont forget to give me some ideas for work in the future, I will love yout input! have a lovely day, gorgeous :)
#bungo stray dogs x reader#bungou stray dogs#osamu dazai#atsushi nakajima#ranpo edogawa#bungou stray dogs ranpo#edogawa ranpo imagines#osamu dazai icons#chuuyabsd#chuuya supremacy#chuuya fluff#bungou stray dogs chuuya
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Down in Flames (modern!HOTD) 3
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pairing: modern!Aegon x Reader & modern!Aemond x Reader
summary: Tensions rise with the band as Otto Hightower runs them ragged with recording the album. You and Aegon come to a breaking point (no like for real this time you swear).
rating: Explicit
warnings: spicy stuff below the cut, choking, p in v, language, physical fighting, y'all if this isn't your thing I beg you just scroll past
word count: 4.8k
note: what an innocent lil gif for this part lmao hope you enjoy it!! loving writing this story and reading your reblogs & comments 💚
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You text Cregan when you get back to the apartment. You received an eager text from him almost immediately after entering your Uber. Baela egged you on, Rhaena laughing maniacally as she did. Truly a menacing pair the two of them can be.
“He liiiiikes you,” Rhaena slurred, shaking her hips, “seriously you should have seen him watching while we were dancing. Practically drooling”
Heat floods to your cheeks as you remember Aemond’s gaze, the way he was watching you. The feeling of his hand on your arm.
Jesus Christ. The drinks have gone to your head tonight because there is no way you’re blushing, no way your thighs are clenching together at the thought of Aemond Targaryen.
“Text him this! Text him this,” Baela says, holding her hands out for dramatic effect, “please Cregan, fuck me till I can’t remember the name of my shitty ex.”
You throw a pillow at Baela who catches it with ease, stuffing it under her elbows.
“Bae you are in rare form tonight!” you accuse, laughing all the same. Baela groans, stuffing her face into the pillow.
“I just want my girl to get some!” she says, voice muffled by the pillow. Rhaena laughs, reaching into a bag of chips you all have been sharing. Baela lifts her head, eyes wide.
“When is the last time you were fucked?” Baela demands to know, pointing a finger at you.
You remember. A few weeks ago. After a heated argument, of course. You and Aegon had made up, leading to angry sex in his room.
“Couple weeks ago I guess-” you begin to answer but Baela shakes her head.
“No no no,” she says, “when was the last time you were fuuucked.”
You glance at Rhaena who is stifling a laugh, watching her buzzed sister speak her words of wisdom.
“Bae, we are not following,” Rhaena says snickering. Baela rolls her eyes, and takes a sip from the water bottle she keeps on her nightstand.
“You know what I mean,” Baela continues, “like really fucked, like the kind of sex that makes your brain leak from your ears. Earth shattering. Mind blowing.”
You understand what she means. Maybe in the earlier days of your relationship with Aegon it had been like that. Passionate, raw, love making. But you hate to admit, it hasn’t been like that in a while. Even with the anger.
“I don’t know,” you tell her, a nervous smile on your lips, “a while, I guess.”
Baela nods, like she already knew the answer.
“So text this burly, beefy man,” she begins, “and get, fuuucked.”
“Okay crazy!” you tell her, snagging a chip from Rhaena, “I will, not tonight though.”
Baela reaches for the chips, Rhaena holds the bag out to her.
“Thank you! Finally,” Baela says.
The rest of the night is spent giggling and sharing stories until the sun begins to peek through the clouds. Only then do you find sleep, and for the first time in weeks it is utterly blissful.
It was Baela who found herself at the studio early before the rest of the band arrived. Lounging on the couch she helped herself to an old issue of Cosmopolitan, flipping through the glossy pages. Snickering she dogeared a page to show you when you arrived.
The doors open Aemond strutting through them. Even his walk is arrogant.
“Found him,” Aemond said.
Aegon trails behind him, looking disheveled.
“Where was he?” Baela asks.
Aemond glances around the room.
“Y/N here?”
Baela shakes her head, not looking up from her magazine.
“Not yet, she’ll be here soon.”
“Silk Street,” Aemond says.
Baela’s head snaps up. The fucking strip club. She meets Aemond’s eye, his expression nonchalant. Baela’s mouth twists into anger as she turns her head to look at Aegon, who now sits on the edge of the stage with his head in his hands.
Baela rises from the couch, moving towards him.
“You piece of shit,” she says, curling her magazine and reeling backward, ready to strike him.
Aemond is quicker. He sprints forward grabbing her wrist, and twisting her away from his brother.
“I know,” Aegon moans looking up, eyes glassy, “you should fucking let her.”
“Let me go!” Baela says, tugging free from Aemond.
Luke enters from the other room, hearing the commotion. His eyes widen as he sees Aegon and takes in the scene in front of him.
“Leave her alone!” Luke says, moving to stand between Baela and Aemond.
Aemond looks at Luke incredulously.
“Fuck off,” Aemond says pushing Luke away from him.
Jace enters next with Helaena, watching as Luke stumbles backward. Helaena’s face crumples in confusion at the scene, as Baela grabs a vase attempting the launch it at Aegon. Helaena dashes forward, hands around the glass as Baela struggles against her grip.
“Stop!” Jace says coming to his brother’s aid, and pushing Aemond in the chest.
Aemond smiles at him, as though he was waiting for an excuse to release his frustration on the brothers. He pushes Jace who falls to the floor.
Luke moves to get towards Aemond once more, and Aegon leaps from the stage, grabbing Luke by the scruff of the neck and slamming him against the body of the piano.
“Aegon, stop!” Rhaena says as she enters the room amidst the chaos.
Baela stands between Jace and Aemond, as they continue to taunt each other.
You are the last to arrive, hurrying faster down the hallway at the sound of yelling. Your eyes widen at the fighting.
“Aegon!” you yell, running over to pull him off of Luke.
“Stop! Everyone stop it!” Baela shouts, as Otto Hightower enters the room and everyone falls silent.
Otto has that energy about him, his presence like a soothing balm on a burn. Aemond stands straighter immediately, Aegon backing up a few paces. Luke rubs his jaw which now glows red.
“Hardly the behavior of professionals,” Otto says in a chilling voice, “let alone a family.”
“Sorry,” Jace mutters, looking towards the floor.
Rhaena grabs your hand, directing you towards the sofa. Helaena is the only one who approaches Otto, arms open to embrace him.
“Thanks for coming,” she says, voice dreamlike, holding none of the stress that the room holds.
“We’ve got a lot of work to do,” Otto tells her, “and it needs to be done quickly. I don’t want any more fighting. Nothing that delays this being completed, is that clear?”
Aegon cracks his jaw, his eyes half-lidded as he nods. Aemond jerks his head in a quick nod. Jace is glaring at Aemond, but nods as well, his younger brother following his example.
“I need you to be perfect,” Otto says, putting a finger under Helaena’s chin.
She smiles at him, a whimsical expression on her face. Her smile isn’t a happy one, it is rather melancholic.
“Of course,” Helaena murmurs, and Otto walks by her, to stand in front of Aegon.
Aegon does not meet his gaze, looking anywhere but Otto. Otto looks down at him, taking in Aegon’s disheveled state. He can smell the lingering booze, see the glitter that speckles his flesh like small diamonds catching the light. Even from across the room you notice the fresh hickies that adorn Aegon’s neck causing your stomach to turn.
Otto makes a face of disgust before speaking.
“And you,” he says, looking at the man in front of him.
Aegon lifts his red-rimmed eyes towards his grandfather. Otto reaches a hand out, fingers brushing against Aegon’s swollen cheekbone. Aegon winces at his touch.
“I need you to be perfect,” Otto says, his voice eerily calm. Aegon’s lower lip trembles, but he nods all the same.
“Aegon, Helaena, come with me,” Otto says, starting towards the door, “I want recordings of isolated vocals, and the rest of the band ready to record in two hours.”
He stops at the door.
“707 King’s Road. Two hours,” Otto finishes, signaling to Aegon and Helaena.
Helaena hurriedly collects her notebooks and pens, shoving them into her canvas tote. Aegon looks towards you, his eyes glassy as he meets your furious expression. He’s cheated. Again. Well is it really cheating at this point?
In your mind you have broken up, but Aegon was still running around under the impression that you are still a couple. Do you even have a leg to stand on? You did give Cregan your number. You don’t even know what to say at this point, but luckily you don’t have to. Helaena moves toward her brother, lacing her fingers through his.
“Okay?” she asks, searching the face of her elder brother.
“Uh-huh,” Aegon says, as she begins to lead him from the room. And then they are gone.
The room is silent for a moment. Baela looks at you, as Rhaena moves towards Luke.
“Shit, Luke, your face,” she says, bringing a hand to touch his swollen jaw. Luke flinches, but lets her examine him.
“His fucking fault,” he snaps, glaring at Aemond.
Aemond tilts his head to the side, as though waiting for a reason to continue fighting.
“He was attacking Baela!” Luke continued, and Aemond moves towards him.
“Stop it!” Baela shouts, commanding the attention of the room, “no one attacked me. I attacked Aegon if anything.”
“Aegon?” you say, speaking for the first time since arriving, “why?”
Baela looks at you, before her eyes briefly glance at Aemond. You turn to face him.
“What?” you question.
You hate feeling like there is a secret in the room that everyone is aware of but you. Aemond meets your eyes but doesn’t say anything. You raise your eyebrows at him.
“He was at Silk Street,” Baela says reluctantly, “that’s where he was all night.”
Your heart sinks in your chest, an aching numbness settling deep within your bones. You can’t do this. You can’t do this anymore.
“I’m going home,” you announce, heading for the door.
“I’ll come with you,” Baela says, hurrying after you.
“No, Bae its okay,” you tell her, “go help them get ready. I’ll just be at the apartment.”
“Are you sure? Rhae and I-”
“I just need some time alone,” you tell her, “I’ll be okay. Promise.”
Baela nods, but lets you go. Jace comes up behind her as you leave through the door.
“She’ll be okay,” Jace says, rubbing her shoulders.
Baela nods, pressing her lips together in a tight line. Aemond is still glaring at Luke who now sits on the stage as Rhaena presses an icepack against his chin.
You don’t speak to Aegon for a few days. Not that you’d get far. Otto probably has him locked in the recording box until getting the perfect take.
You always knew the feud was serious when Rhaenyra went solo, but now with an actual album in the works blood was bound to be spilt. Otto would keep Dracarys in the studio all night if it meant getting the song recorded before Rhaenyra.
It wasn’t all bad. You needed some time to think, to really wrack your head for what you wanted. It was good to spend time at your old apartment, your old room. It made your head clearer. So when Aegon finally texted you, you knew what you had to do.
The studio was quiet when you arrived, save for the soft strumming of a guitar. You found Aegon sitting on the couch, fingers strumming his guitar, softly singing to himself. His eyes lit up when you walked into the room.
“Hey,” he says, placing the guitar to the side.
“Hey,” you answer, coming to sit beside him.
You suddenly wish you had changed your mind about what to wear. You wanted to look nice, so you had settled with a dress, with black tights covering your legs. The weather was getting colder and you were grateful for the warmth they provided. But you notice Aegon’s eyes roam up your legs, and worry for a moment you’ll simply forgive him, straddling him on the couch.
“How’s the album coming?” you ask, breaking the awkward silence.
“A fucking nightmare,” Aegon laughs, “but we did it, we recorded it all. Without killing each other.”
You smile at that. You always wanted the band to succeed.
“Otto’s throwing a party to celebrate, at the Dragonpit,” Aegon tells you.
Your eyes widen at that. The Dragonpit is a huge club, for really fancy patrons. Rich mafia dudes, as Baela would say.
“That’s really cool, Aeg,” you tell him and you mean it. You truly are happy for him.
“I’m really sorry, (Y/N),” Aegon says with tears in his eyes, “I don’t know why I keep fucking up, but I do.”
Your eyes fill with tears. At least Aegon knows where this is headed.
“I really did love you,” Aegon tells you, his smile half-hearted.
You find your lip trembling.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to love someone properly,” he admits, slowly finding the words, “but I tried my best.”
You run your hand through his hair, smoothing it off of his forehead. Aegon closes his eyes at your touch.
Now is the moment. You could stay. You have done it before. You could lean into the man in front of him, soothing him. Wipe the tears from his face. Hold him in your arms and cradle him until he falls asleep.
But you are tired. And you want to go home. The resistance falls from your limbs, a tension you were only partially consciously aware of leaves you. You sigh deeply, giving him a sad smile.
“I know you did,” you tell him. Aegon’s eyes are glassy as he studies your face. As you step away from him. You are diverging from the path he is familiar with.
“I loved you too,” you whisper.
Aegon nods, his lips downturned.
“Do you want to come with me?” you ask, more out of courtesy than thinking he will agree.
He shakes his head.
“Nah,” he says, forcing a smile, “I think I’m gonna crash here for the night. Don’t want to be late for rehearsal in the morning.”
“Okay,” you tell him, getting up from the sofa to leave.
“Friday night,” he calls, “you’re still my date. For the party.”
You smile sadly at him.
“You sure you want me there?”
“Of course I do. You’re a part of this too.”
“Okay. I’ll be there,” you tell him, causing him to smile.
“Goodbye, Y/N.”
“Bye Aegon.”
You cry the entire ride home. You didn’t think you would, but as you sat behind the wheel it was as though a dam broke lose and everything came crashing down. But at the same time, the weight of the world had been lifted from your shoulders.
You don’t know what made you drive to Aegon’s apartment.You just want this to be over, grab what remains of your things and quietly disappear from his life. You stayed in your car several minutes after you parked before heading up the apartment.
The lights are off when you enter the apartment, save for the light above the stove that is seemingly always on. There are muffled voices from down the hall, a giggle. As you close the door behind you, you hear the voices from Aemond’s room go silent.
Shit.
You had hoped he wasn’t home. You don’t need more humiliation that comes with packing what little things you have left here.
You walk slowly, the baseboards creaking under your foot. You hear Aemond’s bedroom door open.
Fuck.
You look up from the floor, wincing. Your embarrassed expression soon fades to one of shock as Rhaena walks towards you from the hall.
She is smiling brightly, wearing one of Aemond’s shirts. You know it's his, you’ve seen him wear it. It falls past her thighs, leaving the rest of her legs bare.
“Hey Y/N,” she says, voice shaking, trying to appear nonchalant. She bites her bottom lip, widening her eyes as if to say finally.
You can’t seem to find your voice as she collects her purse and slips on her shoes.
“I’ll call you later, yeah?” she says, tossing her locs over her shoulder. Her cheeks are rosy, lips bruised. She places a hand to her mouth, blowing you a quick kiss before scurrying out the door. You watch the door close behind her, lips still parted in shock.
You turn back towards the hall. Aemond has exited his room, standing shirtless in the hallway. His dark gray sweats hang low on his hips, displaying the sharp v-line that disappears below his waistline.
“Seriously?” you tell him, finding your voice at last, “Rhaena? Aemond come on.”
His tongue pokes at his cheek, as he watches you. His sapphire eye catches the light from the kitchen, sending geometric shapes on the wall.
“She really likes you, you prick,” you tell him, anger coursing through your veins, heating your face.
The sadness and hurt that had been in your entire being moments ago has been replaced with white hot rage.
“So?” he says, strolling into the kitchen, and grabbing a glass. He fills it with water and takes a sip before meeting your eyes.
“So?” you imitate him, head tilting to the side, “so this is going to crush her.”
You can’t believe the nerve he has, to stand there so calmly. He exhales, lips turning into a smile as he tilts his head toward the ceiling, silver hair cascading down his back.
“She’s single, I’m single,” he says, no growls, at you, “it's not a big fucking deal.”
“It is a big deal Aemond,” you say, voice increasing in volume, “Fuck. Why would you do that?”
You always knew Aemond wasn’t the nicest person, but part of you hoped deep down he had some sense of empathy. Especially since he brushed Rhaena off all these years. You thought he understood her feelings for him. A thought rushes to your mind.
“You did this because of Luke,” you told him, and he placed his glass on the counter, resting his hands against the edge. The muscles in his back ripple as his hair falls over his face.
You felt your shoulders relax, knowing your realization is correct. What an asshole.
“You’re gonna mess with Rhaena’s head, just to fuck with Luke?” you ask him, running a hand through your hair. Aemond says nothing, just taps his long fingers against the counter.
“Fuck, Aemond,” you want to keep yelling at him. You want a reaction from him, some remorse, something besides that cold look, “you really are heartless.”
Aemond turns his head to you, purple and sapphire eye aglow with anger. He pushes off the counter, striding towards you.
“Go to bed, Y/N,” he says in a voice dripping with disdain, “you’re not my friend, you’re not my girlfriend. Stop acting like one.”
Your nostrils flare with anger and you swear you see red. You step closer to him, tilting your chin to meet his gaze. You can feel the heat radiating from him, your chests almost touching.
“Rhaena is my friend,” you tell him, voice low in warning.
You stare at each other for a beat, neither moving nor backing down. Gods you fucking hate him. At least ending things with Aegon means you never have to interact with Aemond Targaryen ever again.
“Go to bed,” he repeats, voice dripping with hostility, as you shake your head.
“I’m not staying.”
A flicker of confusion dances across his sharp features.
“Why?”
“We broke up,” you tell him, and continue before he can argue, “really. Like for good this time.”
Aemond stays eerily still. His eye searches your face, taking in the look of acceptance that follows the words you speak.
“So after the party, you won’t have to deal with me anymore,” you tell him, the bitterness evident in your voice.
You look away first. Who cares about this stupid stalemate anymore? You’re so done with Targaryen men. You turn on your heel prepared to leave the kitchen when Aemond speaks.
“You know what I think?” he says softly, and you look at him once more.
He wets his lips, a muscle in his jaw twitching. You wait for him to speak, anticipation causing your skin to blossom with goosebumps.
“I don’t think you’re mad I fucked Rhaena,” he tells you and you shake your head, opening your mouth to argue, your eyes narrowing.
Of course that’s why you are mad, what is he talking about?
“I think you’re mad I didn’t fuck you,” he says slowly.
Your mouth suddenly goes dry as all the air evaporates from your lungs. Your heart beats erratically in your chest and you swallow the lump beginning to form in your throat. Aemond’s eyes light up as you fail to answer, the beginning of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.
“You’re jealous,” he practically purrs, as you feel the heat rise to your cheeks, flooding them with color.
The air in the kitchen feels so hot, it’s as though it is melting the flesh from your bones. You’re not jealous, why would you be jealous? No, no that doesn’t make any sense. He’s just saying that to mess with you, to make you confused.
“Fuck you,” you whisper, still frozen to the spot.
Your chest heaves with your breath. There is a look in Aemond’s eye, reminiscent of a rabid dog.
“I didn’t sleep with Rhaena,” he tells you and you blink in surprise.
Your heart nearly stops beating.
“What?”
“We made out,” he admits, grinning smugly as he shrugs, “she wanted to be more comfortable so I gave her my shirt.”
The nerves you felt a moment ago are replaced by fury yet again. He tricked you, and now he has humiliated you. In the neverending battle between you and Aemond, it appears Aemond has finally won. His smile is triumphant as he takes in your reaction.
You clench your jaw, preparing yourself for being the butt of the joke, before rolling your eyes at him.
“You are such a dick,” you tell him, your tone defeated as you turn away from him in surrender.
Aemond reaches out, grabs your arm, and forces you to face him.
“Oh, fuck off-” you begin to say when he presses his lips against yours.
The kiss is brief and sears your lips. You pull away immediately, staring at him, eyes wide. Aemond stares back at you, not releasing your arm.
Holy shit.
Your lips tingle and you don’t let your thoughts catch up with you as you lean forward, crashing your lips to his again. You throw your hands around his neck, pulling him towards you as he molds his mouth over yours.
His hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. You scrape your nails against the nape of his neck, securing his mouth to yours. Aemond turns his head, deepening the kiss as his hot tongue enters your mouth. He pushes you against the counter, caging you against it with his hips.
A soft wine leaves your throat, swallowed by Aemond’s pouty lips, as you feel the hardness between his legs push against you. Aemond’s hands move to cup under your ass, squeezing harshly as he lifts you with ease onto the counter.
He brings his hands between you both, slender fingers pushing your thighs open. You wrap your legs around his waist as he does, your legs a vice around him. His fingers stroke the fabric of your tights, right against your most sensitive spot, before hooking onto the material and tearing them at the seam.
He fucking ripped your stockings holy shit.
Aemond continues kissing you relentlessly as he does so, its a desperate mess of clashing tongues and teeth. You nip at his lower lip earning a groan from him that only encourages you further. You move your hands from his hair, pulling down his sweatpants at the waist. You feel his freed cock, hot and heavy against your hand.
Your eyes flutter open then, as you take him in your hand, shamefully impressed at the generous length and girth. Aemond meets your eyes, violet eye half-lidded, lips bruised from kissing. He releases a moan as you pump your hand around him, stroking his thick length once, twice.
You barely think, mind clouded with lust as you guide him towards your throbbing center. Aemond’s nimble fingers loop through your lace underwear, pulling it to the side. You feel the fat head of his cock kiss between your slick lower lips, before he pushes into you.
A strangled moan escapes your lips at the delicious stretch Aemond’s cock gives you. Delirious with the feeling of him splitting you open, you choose to ignore the smug grin that appears on his face as he bottoms out in your warm cunt. You can’t help but feel a rush of satisfaction in the way his mouth drops open as your cunt pulsates, clenching around him.
The way Aemond and you fuck is just like when you’re fighting one another. There is no time for being gentle. After a moment of adjusting Aemond pulls out, snapping his hips back into you again, again, and again. All you can do is hold onto him as he pounds into you, the edge of the counter biting into your lower back. Your fingers claw at him, surely drawing blood with how hard they scrape against the planes of his shoulders. Aemond’s mouth finds the junction of your shoulder and neck, and he sucks harshly on the skin.
You can’t help the pathetic whimpers and cries that leave you at his merciless pace, at the way he keeps one hand wrapped around your thigh keeping you spread open against him. He keeps his other hand around your neck, long fingers curling around your throat. He lifts his face from your neck, watching his cock slide effortlessly in and out, coated in your arousal. Aemond blinks to look up at you, drinking in the hedonistic expression on your face.
Every drive of his hips sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, the head of his cock rubbing against the spongy spot within you that makes stars appear in your eyes. Holy fuck you hadn’t been fucked like this in forever. Maybe ever at all.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Aemond growls, hand squeezing against your throat.
The loss of air makes your head spin, as Aemond continues his vigorous strokes. The apartment is silent aside from the lewd, wet slapping noises that echo throughout the kitchen.
His pace never relents, even as he releases your throat and forces his fingers through your parted lips into your warm mouth. He groans as you suck the lengthy digits, before removing them from your mouth and bringing them to rub slow, lazy circles around your clit. A pleasurable juxtaposition to the brutal pace of his cock.
You feel your lower stomach tighten, a wave of pleasure beginning to crest within you. Your fingers desperately claw at his bicep.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” you squeak, a breathy desperate moan. You bite your lip, stifling the next moan that manages to slip through; it comes out as a broken sob. Aemond raises an eyebrow at you, a cocky lopsided grin appearing on his face.
“You gonna cum for me?” he asks, his voice rough as gravel.
God, you want to smack that stupid self-indulgent look off his face.
But he feels so fucking good inside you, working you closer and closer toward your orgasm. It's like he knows exactly how to touch you like he’s been thinking of touching you like this and preparing for the moment he does. His free hand tangles in your hair, tugging your neck backward and making you look towards the ceiling. Aemond licks a hot path up your throat, before biting harshly on your ear.
With a strangled cry, your pussy clenches around his cock, and the world around shatters, bathing you in white hot pleasure. Aemond hums against your neck, as his thrusts become sloppier. As his pace begins to slow, you feel him release inside of you, hot spurts of his cum painting your inner walls as you clench around him, milking him for all he’s worth. Thank god you're on birth control.
You feel Aemond’s hand release from your hair, your neck relaxing. You drop your hands from his back as he rests his forehead against yours. You swallow, trying to regulate your breathing that leaves your lips in pants. Aemond releases his hands from you, pulling his softening cock from within you, clutching the counter so hard his knuckles turn white.
You feel despairingly empty as he unsheaths himself from your warmth, breath catching when he is fully parted from you. Aemond and you lock eyes, your cheeks beginning to flush as you come down from your respective highs. Warmth trickles down your between your thighs, as your place your shaky legs on the ground.
You just slept with Aemond Targaryen.
Shit.
Aegon’s fucking brother. Your heart drops.
Shit.
Rhaena.
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House Of Memories (19/?)
Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader
Warnings: lil spicy, but not rlly. Fluff, lil ansgt if u squint. thots
Summary: Obi-Wan begins to think about you differently, good thing you have the simplest distraction to keep him from those thoughts.
A/n: is it getting hot in here? yeah it's definitely getting hot in here ima crank the ac
Words: 1.4k
The man you had come to Scarif to find, and capture had been put in restraints and locked in a small holding cell on the ship, and though you were all ready to leave this planet, Obi-Wan had suggested to lay over for the night, to take a rest and to regroup before the morning.
You were perfectly fine with his decision, racing him back to the room you had been given, and not waiting a second after the door was opened before jumping onto the bed, face first. If the council saw you doing this, they would be very grumpy, but they weren't here. Just Obi-Wan, and even though he normally wasn't as tolerant of stupidity, he held back a chuckle at your antics, shaking his head.
"And here I thought you'd been tired," he shrugged off his robe and hung it by the door, catching yours after you threw it to him and did the same.
"I am tired."
Your giggling fit of exhaustion should have proven that. You remember a time when Anakin came home late like this, laughing his head off and waking you up. You now understood the struggle of fighting against the drunkenness of being so tired.
"Go get ready for bed, and please do try to be quiet. I don't want to deal with complaints in the morning," he ushered you into the 'fresher with your change of clothes, rolling his eyes as you seemed to be stuttering your steps.
Once the door was shut, he quickly changed himself, heaving a breath and letting it out.
He was having a hard time with you, or specifically being around you since the scene in the nightclub. The way you handled yourself was remarkable, truly he was proud of you, he was. But when that Twi'lek girl was talking to you, he realized how truly innocent you were.
She is a pure jedi, never to be had before in her life.
He taught you well, letting you know of the ways of the worlds, but even though you knew of these things, you'd never done them. You'd never been touched, barely been kissed, and only because it was, he who was foolish enough to let his emotions for you overcome him. He couldn't help it, he loved you. Loving you had been a very innocent thing until tonight. Until tonight he was content to share the forehead kisses, hold you close to him after a nightmare, or when you felt scared, or even just when you were lonely and missing Anakin.
It was all different, now. He knew however little experience he had; it he still knew what it was like. To feel someone that close to you, so intimately. He was sure at one point in his life he was in love, but oh how he was wrong. He grew out of it but remembered the only thing clouding his mind was lust. The need to be felt by another human being, to be tangled with them and to give and receive pleasure.
You were unknowledgeable about such things and could not possibly crave it. He was being foolish to think about it, now... but what if you ever asked him? You'd been plenty comfortable to ask him private things before, and he was always comfortable to answer you. If you came to him for answers after tonight, he wasn't so sure it would be just another conversation. Would he tell you it is an activity meant for those who are in love? For those who desire a casual partner? He didn't want to tell you that, not ever. He didn't want to risk you taking it to heart and finding someone who didn't care about you. Not like he cared about you.
He wanted to tell you it was an act of love so deep, that only those who are connected mind and soul would be able to achieve its truest benefits. Perhaps he would, and perhaps you would understand, that no one else was good enough for you. You would know that they could never come close because you were not connected so beautifully.
It pained him to think about this, because he should absolutely not be having a thought like this. He could be expelled from the Jedi order if the council even caught whiff of his thoughts right now.
He couldn't help it, though. The image of you wrapped around him, emitting the sweetest noises while he made the softest, most gentle love to you that anyone had ever before. He couldn't shake it, that perhaps you might one day trust him enough to love you like that, so deeply, and with a purity that was only found in stories.
He was brought out of his thoughts when you stumbled out of the fresher, still laughing, but trying to stop, and huffing silent giggles under your breath. You collapsed on the bed, and he figured that yes, sleep is exactly what he needed to clear his mind. Sleep always refreshed him, and gave him better focus, but it also helped to wipe away bad or unwanted thoughts from the day before.
"Do you need help to calm down?" he sat on the edge of the bed, awaiting an answer, but the most you could do without chuckling was nod very quickly.
He pressed his hand to your head, trying to ease your signature's hyperactivity with the calmness of his own. It took a few seconds for your head to wrap around the serenity you felt, but soon after he was done, you felt yourself be at ease. You were taking deep and steady breaths now.
Obi-Wan tucked the sheets around you before walking around to the other side and slipping in beside you, adjusting his position until he was comfortable with his back facing you. Normally he wouldn't mind being turned around, gazing at your features or playing with your hair until he dozed off, but tonight he only wanted to try and rid himself of the very inappropriate thoughts he was having a small bit earlier.
He closed his eyes, ready to meditate himself to sleep if he needed to, but a shiver went down his spine upon the hand that came into his own strawberry blonde strands.
"Your hair feels softer than it looks," you admitted, not that there was anything wrong with it, but it was probably several years before he last cut it, and the ends must have been needing a trim for a while.
"How does it look?" he suddenly became very self-conscious about it, even if that was not your intention.
"It looks good, just maybe a bit dead on the ends."
The fact that your opinion of his hair was so important to him was a little shocking. Why did he care so much about what you thought? And why of all things, about his hair?
"I suppose I need to find a new style, then," he was tempted to roll over, to play with the lovely locks of your hair, to tell you how lovely it looked when you walked through a windy area. He decided it was best not to do that, especially when he was still trying to quiet other thoughts he had of you.
"Maybe something you haven't done before," you suggested, ready to list a few things off the top of your head.
"What did you have in mind?"
You hummed in consideration before listing something you'd thought about.
"How about you keep it longer on the top, and shorter on the sides and the back?" your hand did a good job of showing him the areas you described as you spoke. He didn't know exactly what it would look like, nor did he care. He would probably do it just because you thought it would look nice. "I think it would go well with your beard, complement it even."
Now he knew, he was cutting his hair. He wanted to look at himself in the mirror every day and be reminded that you thought he looked good. He never cared for his looks. Knew he had them, sure, but never payed much mind to them.
"I'm sure you're right," he reached he hand up, grabbing yours at the side of his head and bringing it around to kiss your palm. He laid it back where he found it, and you continued to shuffle through the soft strands. "Goodnight, little one."
"Night, Obi."
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