Aventurine w a fem! bodyguard reader smut... đ
Aventurine x fem! bodyguard reader
MDNI 18+ content ahead
A/N: thank you for the request! I really like the concept. I wrote it as a mix of headcanons and a quick drabble at the end. I hope you enjoy it <3
Word count: 2.7k
Content warning: Fem! Reader, slight exhibitionism, pet names, fingering, teasing, praise, needy lovestruck Aventurine, slight degradation, slight begging (on his end), pretty soft sex, Aventurineâs daddy kink strikes again, I have a lack of gun knowledge but just roll with it, not proofread
Headcanons
Let me make this really clear: HEâS not the one who needs protection right now; itâs YOU.
The second he met you he was sizing you up with that cute little smirk of his, making it pretty obvious that all professionalism was lost the very moment he saw such a pretty number was working for him.
You should have run then.
What was the IPC thinking when they hired you for this? Is this some type of wrath from the Aeons? What did you do to deserve this punishment?
From the very beginning, heâs a pain to deal with, but you donât have the authority to talk back, only giving him tight smiles and apologetic words. He knows this and takes full advantage of the situation.
âYâknow, princess, if youâre going to be with me all the time, shouldnât I have a prettier view? I donât like having to leave everything up to the imagination. Do you think red or blue is more your color? Ah~ Iâll buy both.â And youâre sitting there seething as he taps away on his phone, seemingly oblivious to your displeasure. Was he just joking? What was he doing?
The VERY next day you see Aventurine holding up not one but two skin tight dresses with fabric only hiding your more intimate areas. It was more like lingerie than a dress like something youâd see on a stripper.
He evidently wasnât just teasing you.
As politely as you could, you told him it would hinder your fighting ability if anyone were to attack, so you absolutely couldnât wear it. He made some futile comment about how heâd love to see you try so he could get a peek up your skirt to, you know, ânegate the traumatizing experience of him being attacked.â
In the end, you won the argument, and Aventurine threw a tantrum, muttering something about giving them to a woman whoâd actually appreciate a gift like that. You told him straight to his face that he should just give it to the many women he brought to bed each night then.
The surprised and hurt look on his face will forever be carved into your memory.
After that, he actively stopped calling you by his nicknames which, deep inside, you missed, or it might just be the guilt of seeing his usually inalterable flirtatious self turn into a sad kicked puppy of a man. You held onto your pride though and forced yourself to bite back any apology or reconsiderations of his request you may have had. The man should have known your job was on the line, and his insensitive acts of fickle flirtation could not sway you.
The very next day he was up to his usual antics, and you got the impression that he only seemed upset to try to guilt you. Asshole. It only made you more upset with him. Did he like playing with your emotions?
Did I mention he loves it when you say his name? Sometimes heâll ignore your presence just to hear you say âMr. Aventurine? Boss?! Sir, Iâm talking to you.â In your signature annoyed tone. It makes his heart melt. The only thing he can think of is imagining how your little pants and sighs of his name sound while heâs on top of you. How would you sound if you werenât constantly annoyed at him? If he brought you pleasure?
Honestly, he was whipped for you from day one, and his actions might sound annoying and overly flirtatious, but thatâs just how he shows love.
I could tell you so many things that this man has done for your attention, but thatâd probably be the length of the Holy Bible. There are so many places this could go, but I think this instance of his sticks out the most amongst many akin to it.
â
You were used to casinos at this point. The loud blaring sounds of people playing the slot machines and thick, suffocating smell of alcohol were background sensations at this point. You couldnât even bother to give them a second thought, not when a gun was pointed at the man you were supposed to be protecting. Safe to say the poker game was ruined. Champagne soiled the cards, shards of glass from the glasses littered the floor and table, and Aventurine, stupid Aventurine, had his hands raised in the air, his signature smirk pointed at the assailant like his own brand of deadly weapon.
âHey, hey, now. This isnât the place to have one of those, is it? Look, you ruined the cards!â Adventurine laughed, making a circling motion with his hand as if trying to gesture to the table of cards which were now soaked a yellowish brown color. Your hand rested on your gun, ready to fire at any sign of him about to pull the trigger. âCanât we talk this out? Iâm sure with a little persuasion you be happy to hand over-â
Your pistol fired later than his. Shit.
All that registered in your mind was the crying of two men, and Aventurine hunched over with a pained expression as he gripped his stomach. You were trained for this, but in your state of panic, you ran to him instead of making sure the attacker was dead. You scooped him up, struggling to carry him with your gun pointed at the now surrounded shooter while retreating from the casino. You wished you could make sure he was dead, but attending to Aventurineâs injuries were your first priority.
âYou idiot. I told you to stop provoking people and look where we are!â You scolded him, Aventurine now quiet and clinging to your shoulders. You were too panicked to question his unusual behavior after just being shot in the stomach. â..If youâre worried, you wonât die. I got you.â
âI think thatâs the sweetest thing youâve ever said to me, Princess.â He laughed, setting his chin on your shoulder. Sensing something was off, you turned down an alleyway and skidded to a stop. He wasnât screaming in pain nor were his cheeks stained with tears, even the adrenaline wouldnât keep him from crying out, right? âIâm surprised it took you this long to catch on. No, Iâm not-â
Before he could finish his sentence, you dropped him to the ground before crouching down and lifting his shirt up. No wounds in sight.
âGetting rather intimate, arenât we? You should give me the chance to do this to you.â
âShut up! What did you do, Aventurine?!â You demanded, yanking his shirt back down before leaning back on your haunches. He looked satisfied with himself as he shuffled to lean against the alley wall. His hat and glasses were gone, probably from the scuffle. Heâd have her go get them later.
âUh-uh, remember who youâre talking to, beautiful.â He smiled, running his hand through his hair and covering his right eye, the other one illuminating his face well enough to be able to see his features in the darkness. âBut since you havenât figured it out, I simply hired someone to shoot me with a blank which, by the way, hurt like a bitch still. I might still need you to kiss my booboo.â
He saw you were about to open your mouth again and placed a finger to your lips, shushing you. âAnd before you ask: I replaced your bullets with blanks too, so you didnât shoot an innocent man. Iâm not that cruel.â
âYouâre cruel to me.â You murmured, knocking his hand away from your face. He smiled and gave you a little shrug, just like a mischievous toddler who was proud when he colored on the walls. âYou're impossible. I canât believe I was actually worried for your life!â
âWorried? I make crazy bets all the time, princess. Gambling my life is no strange feat to me, you should know this.â He smiled again, this time actually touching your lips with the tip of his finger. Your lips parted, the fabric of his gloves sending you spinning. How soft were his actual fingers? What did they look like under those gloves? Were they long, slender, and delicate, or did they have some edge to them, all calloused and rugged? You imagined the former; Aventurine didnât do much. âBut, I have a pretty good hand right now. I bet you wonât stop me from playing it and showing you my cards.â
âBut youâre gambling with my feelings too. Thatâs different. I donât like being used.â You steadied yourself against the wall, trying to rid your mind of thoughts about his hands. Wait, when did he get so close? You were backed against the wall now, Aventurine caging you there with his lanky form.
âAnd Iâll make it up to you, just relax, babydoll. I just needed to be close to you. I couldnât take it anymore.â He placed his forehead against yours, squeezing his eyes shut. His hand fit perfectly with her cheek as if their bodies were crafted for each other. You werenât so sure, but the way you were feeling right now wasnât professional.
âLet me take care of you instead for a chance.â He left featherlight kisses on your forehead, trailing down the side of your face. Each kiss grew longer than the last, his lips unable to pull away from you. He cupped both of your cheeks, his lips nearly touching yours as he spoke. âYou arenât pushing me away. I did all this for a moment alone with you, away from prying eyes. Now the IPC canât punish you if you indulge a little. Please, pretty girl, let me have this. Let me have you.â
You shuddered from his warm breath on your mouth, months of his teasing and antics festering inside you. Defeat was so easy in this moment, the taste of another personâs lips a fleeting memory ever since you got this job. His constant advances would only get worse the more you rejected him. Aventurine always got what he was due. Always. Whatever it be you warming his bed one night or taking you in the back of an alleyway, heâd get it. Deep down, you loved being chased, but now the hunter finally cornered its prey.
âNot again. Never again after this, okay? One time so you make it fucking count.â You grabbed him by his shirt collar, smashing your lips against his, the taste of champagne filling your mouth. He knew what he was doing and held the back of your head, tangling his fingers with your hair. Your actions caught him off guard though; he prepared for the crushing reality of you pushing him away, but you didnât. Now he just needed to act like he knew you wouldnât all along.
The softness of his lips lulled you into a daze, your hands aching from how tight you held onto him. Each time he pulled back for a breath, you didnât give him much time to rest before your lips were on his again, asking for more which he provided with no hesitance. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, taking the delicate flesh between his teeth and playing with it before letting his tongue mold into yours.
âSomeoneâs a little needy. I could tell by the way you act that youâre pent up, but this is bad.â He fully pulled away with his face flushed, binding your wrists together and holding them above your head with one hand. He left open mouthed kisses down your neck to your chest. Not bothering to waste anymore time, he used his teeth to free your chest from the buttons of your blouse. âFucking me in an alleyway like this? You must have wanted me from the beginning. Please say youâve always wanted me, pretty girl. Please⊠please⊠fromday one, Iâve always needed youâŠâ
He pulled down your bra with his teeth, kissing and sucking at your breasts with a hunger similar to that of a starving man. His tongue flicked over your delicate buds, moaning at the feeling of your warmth in his mouth. You were starting to think he was right. He acted like he really did need you. As you saw him buried in your chest, eyes filled with lust and desire, all your second thoughts faded to dust.
âMr. AventurineâŠâ You tugged on his hair, blond locks soft as the finest silk. Of course he was soft and so delicate; he felt like he could break with one wrong move from you. How was he so torturous and annoying yet the most beautiful thing youâve ever seen?
Aventurineâs heart stopped at the sound of your whiny cry of his name. The sound heâs been craving was more beautiful than he could have ever thought.
âI got you, my princess. Youâre so beautiful, so fucking gorgeous.â He held up his free hand to his lips, biting at the fabric a few times before getting a hold of the glove and slowly pulling it off. He kept eye contact with you as he did, giving you the impression he was trying to be seductive about it. Before you could say anything about it though, he was already back to your body, hands roaming down to the waistband of your pants.
Within moments, your pants and undergarments were bunched at your knees, and Aventurine got straight to abusing your clit, your already slick folds acting as the perfect lube. âYouâre so wet for me. What a naughty, naughty girl you are. So bad, you couldn't hold back that professional facade for long. Were your panties always dripping when you got home? Did you touch yourself and think about me doing this? What a fucking slut.â
He chuckled and collected the slick before shoving a single finger into you, letting out a louder moan than you. He loved the way you felt around him, how tight you were squeezing just one finger. âFuck⊠so tight. Can you even take another?â He managed to get another finger into you, stretching you out as he twisted deeper inside of you. He worked at a slow pace while also kissing your neck and chest, selfishly leaving marks in his wake. Eventually, he sped up, losing himself as he pounded into you with another finger.
Your body convulsed, hiccuping in pleasure. âFuck! Fuck! S-sir-! Shit, Iâm gonna- gonna...â You leaned your head on his shoulder, biting down hard to silence your moans and other noises. What had been but five minutes, and you were already falling apart.
âSo fast and easy. Cum then, you fucking whore, cum all over daddyâs fingers.â He demanded, slamming his fingers deeper inside of you. You threw your head back, crying out profanities you hope nobody passing by heard. Your walls clenched around him, a wave of pleasure crashing through your body as you coated his fingers in your pleasure.
âThere you go, just like that. You feel so good squeezing my fingers like that, good girl.â He pulled out of you after helping you come down from your high, his long, slender fingers covered in your release. He didnât waste any time in getting rid of the evidence, moaning at your taste as he licked himself clean. âSo good, I love youâŠâ
He hoped you didnât hear that last part, biting his lip to silence the words he just spoke. Thankfully, you looked too dazed to care. If you brought it up later, heâd tease you until you didnât think it happened.
He let go of your wrists and embraced you, cradling your head against his chest and letting you put yourself back together. He kissed your forehead, mumbling any praises he could think of in your ear. He wanted to savor this moment because in a few minutes, he knew heâd be pushed away again. No matter how good he made you feel; youâd make it clear to him that youâd never fall for one of his traps again. Thatâs just the woman you were, and he didnât make bets he knew he couldnât win.
A/N: this kinda got out of hand, and Aventurine bangs his bodyguard turned into Aventurine becomes a menace (again). If anyone likes this, Iâd be happy to make a part two with more detail on how they got together. I apologize to the requester if this isnât what you had in mind, but I still hope you enjoyed it! <3
Requests are open!
1K notes
·
View notes
Dadstarion prompt (sorry if I missed the boat on this!) - insecure postpartum Tav, struggling with their new body. Maybe some body worship from Astarion đ? (Personal experience - I really struggled postpartum with adjusting to my new body, it changed in ways I never even imagined). Thank you and just want to say I love your Astarion đ„°
Adore You
Thanks for your request! Not 100% sure this is what you were looking for, but I already had a mostly finished piece I was working on that definitely fits the body-worship and Tav struggling with her body parts of this prompt. It's smut, though, and when the smut gods bless, I cannot deny their gifts.
Glad you love my Astarion! I adore him. And he adores his Tav. ;)
Summary: You are struggling with your post-partum body. Astarion is here to remind you that he still adores you.
This follows my Dadstarion section of my AstarionxReader series. But no worries, you can read it as a OneShot. Hereâs the gist: Astarion is mortal and you have three children together. Gale, named after the Wizard of Waterdeep and the twins. Thatâs about all you need to know! See my other fics for more info and storylines.
Tags/Warnings: smut with a plot, body image issues, angst w/ comfort, PiV, fingering, oral, light overstim, light daddy kink, breast milk, breast milk drinking, all the depravity i'm generally known for tbh, light creampie kinda?
Word Count: 2.8K
A/N: I'm an unhinged degenerate and no I won't apologize. Also womenâs bodies are amazing and can produce life and are beautiful and my Astarion appreciates that about his Tav okay?
âThank the gods for the nanny,â Astarion says with a dramatic sigh as he enters the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him, âGale was about to make me read âP is for Peacockâ a third time and I was close to ripping my hair out, darling.âÂ
You chuckle softly as your husband greets you from where youâre seated at the vanity with a brief kiss and then moves to the small table in the corner of your bedroom to pour himself a goblet of wine.Â
âAnd the twins?â He asks as his eyes watch the red liquid fall into the cup beneath it. He takes a few sips as you speak before setting the cup back down on the table.
âIâve just fed them not too long ago and now theyâre both asleep. Having Winifred to help me get them on the same schedule has been wonderful.â You respond as your husband nods and prepares a second, smaller goblet of wine, which he brings to you.
He settles himself beside you while you finish braiding your hair for bed and hums contentedly, âPerfect.â
Astarionâs hands wrap around your midsection and before you can stop yourself, you feel your body tense under his touch. The silver-haired elf pauses and frowns before retracting his hands, âDo you not want me to touch you, darling? You need only tell me.âÂ
You sigh and shrug as you finish off the half-portioned goblet in one long drink, mostly to avoid your husbandâs gaze, âItâs not that, itâsâ itâs stupid.âÂ
âLook at me, little love.â He whispers, his fingers coming under your chin as they gently coax you to face him and meet his gaze. He moves forward and presses a soft kiss against your lips before continuing, âI love you. More than anything. You know this. Now, wonât you tell me whatever is the matter so that I can help?â
Your husband waits as you gather your thoughts. Itâs complicated, itâs embarrassing. You know itâs silly, and vain, and yet you canât help yourself. And you arenât quite sure how to verbalize it all.
âI hate my body.â You finally say, your voice cracking as you speak, and something about finally saying that evil little thought aloud causes tears to spring in your eyes.Â
Astarionâs mouth falls open in surprise and then he furrows his brows and quickly wraps his arms around your shoulders, not knowing what to say or do apart from physically enveloping you in his love.Â
You continue on, speaking into his neck, sniffling as a few more tears run down your cheeks, âAfter Gale, I quickly returned to my previous weight. I hadnât had any stretch marks. But carrying the twinsâ itâs different, Astarion. And I was expecting it to an extent but I justâ I hate my body and I hate the way I look.âÂ
There is a moment of silence as your husband simply holds you against him, allowing space for your tears. When he speaks, his voice is a soft murmur into your hair, âNot that you should care what I think, but I adore your body, darling. And I love everything about the way you look.âÂ
You scoff and withdraw from your husband with teary, reddened eyes narrowed at him, âYou have to say that.â
âI do not have to do anything,â He retorts, arching his eyebrow in a challenge, âWerenât you the one that taught me that?âÂ
When you donât respond, Astarion continues on, knowing heâs won. He takes your hand in his, gently lifting it to press a kiss against your knuckle.Â
âI adore your hands. Which have both slain monsters and soothed our children,â He whispers before trailing kisses up your arm and to your neck where he presses another reverent kiss against those little fang scars.Â
âI adore your neck, which once provided me with sustenance I hadnât known in centuries.âÂ
Your face is beginning to grow hot under his devoted attention and compliments, and you move to shrink away from your husband, but he gently grabs you by the waist. He leans into you and brushes his nose at the meeting point between your ear and neck as he inhales the smell of your skin.Â
âWhy are you trying to hide from me, darling?â He asks with a little sulky pout, his chin resting on your shoulder.Â
âIâm not, Iââ You begin, but Astarion quickly shushes you.Â
âThen just be quiet and let me adore you, hm?â He asks before running his tongue against those fang marks, making you shiver.Â
You nod slightly and your husband grins, âGood girl. Now, come here.âÂ
Astarion pats his lap and you slide to sit upon his thighs, forgetting your finished goblet on the floor underneath your vanity stool. He rests his chin upon your shoulder as the two of you gaze in the mirror together.Â
âDo you remember when I used to do this all the time?â Astarion asks, not truly waiting for a response before his long fingers trace down the side of your neck, brush along your collarbone, and then wander toward your waist, aiming to untie your dressing gown. He moves slowly and watches your expression in the mirror, waiting for you to give him any indication to stop.Â
But you didnât want him to stop. Despite your feelings about your body, you still deeply crave your husbandâs comforting touch.Â
The silky fabric slips down your shoulders and pools around your waist, baring you before his adoring eyes. The elf smiles and presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder, still watching the two of you in the mirror.Â
âBeautiful,â He whispers as he peppers a few kisses up your shoulder and the back of your neck, igniting a trail of goosebumps across your skin.
Astarion slowly drifts his hands up your sides before moving to cup a heavy, milk-stretched tit in each hand. The sensation causes you to wriggle.Â
His tone is reverent, almost a whisper as he turns his head just slightly and flashes a toothy grin, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks, âI adore your breasts, which have fed our eldest and now feed our twins.â
He chuckles salaciously before saying the next part, âAnd which, on more than one delicious occasion, have also fed me.â
Your husband lightly teases circles around your nipples as he finishes the line that he knows will cause you to blush and then gently nips at your ear lobe, earning him a gasp. You feel Astarionâs arousal pressing into your backside as he continues to caress your breasts and uses two fingers from each hand to tease and stimulate your nipples. You arch into his touch and your thighs press together as you feel a growing slickness between your legs from his attentions.Â
One of your breasts begins to leak milk, and when your husband feels the warm liquid dripping onto his fingers he hums and brings the digits to his lips. You watch in the mirror as Astarion dips the two fingers into his own mouth and licks them clean while continuing to tease your other breast.Â
It isnât long before that one begins leaking, too, and your lover chuckles in delight as he watches the liquid gold trail down the bottom of your breast and languidly drip down your stomach.Â
The elf brings two fingers to slowly swipe up the stream of white liquid. Then he brings those same fingers to your lips, prompting you to open your mouth.
âGood girl,â He purrs before pressing those two digits against your tongue. Astarion lingers for a moment and you shut your eyes as you eagerly wrap your lips around his slender fingers and suck. You hear a little hum by your ear and feel your loverâs cock twitch in delight underneath you as he observes the scene.
âYou are a vision, love.â He murmurs, as he slides his hand away from your lips, âNow, let me take care of you the way you deserve.â
The elf gestures for you to stand, causing your robe to completely slide off your body into a pool on the floor, before he quickly spins you and then hoists you onto the vanity desk. The smallest flicker of that arrogant rogue dances across his face as Astarion moves forward to dip his tongue into your mouth. He unhurriedly teases your tongue against his as he roams his hands up and down your torso until you're panting and moaning softly into his mouth.Â
When he retracts, his pupils are filled with lust. His hands come to quickly pull his shirt over his head and then undo the laces of his trousers. Before long heâs standing in front of you in only his small clothes.Â
Astarion grabs your hand and guides it to the bulge straining between his legs as he asks, âDo you feel what that divine body of yours does to me, little love?âÂ
âYesâ my love, I wantââ You begin as you eagerly try to delve your hand inside your husbandâs undergarments, desperate to free his gorgeous cock. But he catches your wrist and stops you with a soft tut and a playful glint in his eyes.Â
âSoon. But not yet, darling. I havenât quite finished adoring you yet. And Iâve got the best seat in the house.â He teases, before settling himself back onto the vanity bench and grinning mischievously up at you, âNow, be a good girl and open those beautiful, plush thighs of yours for me, wonât you?âÂ
You oblige, and Astarion takes a moment to admire you, fully barren to him and already soaked with arousal. His arms come under your knees, spreading you wider for him, as he grips your thighs with his hands. Then he turns and begins pressing tender kisses up your thigh. He makes slow work of the task, humming contentedly on his journey toward your sex and always lingering longer in the spots where youâve developed stretch marks.Â
By the time his face is right in front of your mound, youâre positively leaking for Astarion and he groans appreciatively at the sight.Â
âBeautiful. I will never tire of seeing that gorgeous cunt dripping for me, darling,â He murmurs and before you can respond, your husband is delving his tongue between your folds and eagerly feasting upon your juices.Â
You moan in delight when Astarion brings his tongue to trace around your clit, so familiar with your preferences that it doesnât take long for him to coax you toward your peak. His tongue dances expertly around the swollen nub, each pass causing your pleasure to build. Two of his long, pale fingers slide into you, meeting no resistance, and he slowly pumps the digits in and out of your walls.Â
You grasp onto Astarionâs curls and whine when he adds a third finger, and he knows youâre close, so he continues his ministrations and adds more pressure as he curls his fingers just so. His other hand comes up to find your nipple and tease it between his fingers as you climb the final steps toward your climax.Â
A final flick of Astarionâs tongue, a final stroke of his fingers, and you burst with pleasure, whining in delight as your thighs tremble on either side of his head. Your walls spasm and send another gush of arousal onto the elfâs face. You begin leaking breast milk once again.Â
âDelicious,â Your husband murmurs as he pulls back slightly to admire the glistening of your sex and then presses forward and takes one more lap of your sensitive folds, causing you to buck into his mouth as he chuckles against you. Astarion languidly runs his tongue up to your stomach, lapping at the thin rivulets of milk running down your torso and covering his face in a shiny layer of your juices and breast milk.
Then he stands to his full height and finallyâ finallyâ steps out of his small clothes. His pale cock springs proudly from its confinement, dripping thin strings of pre-come from the reddened tip, just for you.Â
âGet over here, Astarion,â You eagerly demand, voice hoarse from your cries as you hook your legs around his torso and pull him against you.Â
âAnything for my little love,â Your husband responds, voice full of gravel as he runs the underside of his cock against your slit, using it to lubricate his length.Â
And then the head of his cock presses into you and your mouth falls open as Astarion buries himself to the hilt. His thumb comes to lightly tease your still-tender clit as he slowly rocks his hips back and forth. Heâs watching your face intently as he thumbs circles around that needy, engorged bundle of nerves.Â
You use your legs to pull the elf deeper and he grins before lowering his head so that itâs right by your ear. He takes the lobe in his mouth and suckles gently, causing you to whimper.
âYouâll do one more for me, wonât you darling? You always look so gorgeous when you do.â He coaxes, his mouth so close to your ear his breath tickles the sensitive flesh. And then heâs pitching his hips just slightly, aiming to hit your favorite spot with the tip of his cock. Heâs gasping and grunting now as his own need for release starts to overpower him.
Youâre almost there. Youâre keening with each thrust from Astarion and your walls are clenching tighter and tighter around his cock.Â
He moans in response at the sensation before pressing his thumb harder against your clit and rubbing it with single-minded intensity, working you toward release. You begin to relentlessly whimper again and Astarion smiles, his eyes locked onto yours as he watches your face contort in the feeling of immense pleasure.
 âThere you go, little love. Let go for daddy.â He whispers, bringing his other hand to palm the ample flesh of your ass.Â
And gods, you do.Â
The second orgasm ripples through you harder than the first, and you have to clasp your hand around your mouth to stifle your moan. Your walls are pulsing around your loverâs cock as you ride the wave of ecstasy.
You go almost slack and before long Astarion is ripping your hand away from your face and pressing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss as he begins to rut wildly into you, shaking the vanity with every thrust.Â
âGods, the things your body does to me,â He growls as he pulls away from your lips, snapping his hips at a punishing pace as he chases his own release. Astarionâs hand is clutching firmly into your bottom, gripping so tightly thereâs sure to be bruising tomorrow. His curls fall in front of his face and his ears begin to turn red as he continues to fuck you into oblivion.
Your husband is trying with every fiber of his being to hold on, to stretch out the delicious sensation of his cock plunging in and out of your walls, but every stroke into your tightness is pushing him further and further towards his peak. He snaps his eyes shut, shaking with the effort itâs taking him to restrain himself, to continue enjoying the feeling of your flesh gripping around his.
You are so thoroughly fucked that you cannot do anything but hold onto your lover and keen underneath him as he continues pounding into you.
 âDarlingâ hells â my love, youâre so tight, I canâtâ IâmââÂ
And then with a sudden, sharp inhale of breath, Astarion is burying his thick length inside your walls and trembling as his cock twitches, relentlessly releasing its spend. He gasps into your ear as he slows his hips, but continues to rut, using his still-hard length to press his seed deeper into you.Â
His praises come out in an incoherent string as he continues to languidly rock his hips back and forth. You cup his face in your hands as you kiss him, and Astarion smiles into the kiss, finally stilling his hips as his cock softens between you two.Â
âCome here, little love.â He whispers, hooking his arms underneath you. You intuitively wrap your legs around your husbandâs torso and he easily carries you to the bathroom. When he finally places you down, he brushes a few strands of hair from your face and then places a tender kiss on your forehead.
âNow letâs get you cleaned up.â He says, turning to start the tap before tossing a glance over his shoulder and chuckling lightly, âAnd then I have to fix your braid, dear⊠Iâm sorry to tell you that I ruined it.âÂ
âI think you might have also bruised my ass,â You respond, turning to flash your bottom at Astarion.Â
He drops down on his knees to examine the curve of your ass, one nimble finger brushing against the blooming blue marks. You let out a little whine in response, the flesh still tender.Â
Astarion presses his lips onto the bruise and lingers for a moment. Then he pulls away and frowns slightly, eyes glossing across the marks before he looks up at you and says, âIâm sorry, darling.â
âItâs okay,â You respond, glancing back to grin over your shoulder. You see your husband peering up at you, the picture of devotion, âI enjoyed it.âÂ
âDid you, now?â He asks with an amused smirk, his eyebrow cocking in that signature arrogant way of his.Â
You nod just slightly as he places another kiss against those little bruises. His hands travel up your thighs, brushing against the wetness dripping from your sex and onto your legs. Two fingers tenderly stroke between your drenched slit.Â
âHmm, and what do we have here, little love? Is this something else that needs cleaning? Wonât you let me take a look?â
You blush but oblige anyway, leaning forward over the counter and exposing your sex, leaking with Astarionâs seed and your arousal.Â
He grins and licks a long strip between your folds, causing you to buck slightly and whimper at the stimulation on your still-sensitive cunt.Â
âToo sensitive? Want me to stop?â He asks gently from behind you, one hand wrapped around your thigh.
âNo, keep going.â You urge him, bending forward to further reveal yourself to him, eager to feel his skilled tongue pressed into you once more.Â
A small groan of appreciation from your husband is all you hear before he delves his tongue back between your legs, working to clean up the mess he made.Â
The bathtub overflows and spills water onto the floor before heâs done adoring you. At least for tonight.
428 notes
·
View notes
hello beautiful baby !!! can i request a drabble w some bday sex for the reader đđ«¶đ» reader is absolutely stupidly infatuated with his hips and waist and cherishes them with kisses đ anything else is down to you !!! đ©·đ«¶đ»
baby, come here | jjk (m)
<> pairing jungkook x fem!reader
<> genre/au's est. relationship | birthday!au | smut smut smut
<> summary jungkook surprises you with something special for your birthday...
<> word count 4.1k đŒ
<> warnings they're both switches | fingering | grinding | handjob | cowgirl | jungkook touches readerâs rim | lots of kisses | jungkook has his iconic long hair | reader rides his thighs and abs | lots of worshipping | cute nicknames like angel & baby đ„ș | soft koo | fluffy & slow sex | reader worships jungkook the most | they're so in love you might puke | ft. co-worker jimin
<> author's note hi sav!! i hope you enjoy this filth hehe, thank u for re-sending the request after my ass was stupid enough to delete it đ jsfhksjfh and early happy bday from me!! take this as a gift hehe, thank u for requesting pretty âĄ
[keep in mind i do not do taglists for requests <3 thank you!]
babyđ„ș: i have a surprise for you when you get homeÂ
you: oh?Â
you: iâm guessing this is a birthday surprise?Â
babyđ„ș: donât ruin it babe!!Â
babyđ„ș: just get home before i change my mind đ
you: you wouldnâtÂ
babyđ„ș: wanna bet?Â
You roll your eyes, wanting to grin because you know heâs not serious. Jungkook should know better, you almost know him better than he does himself â one of the perks of dating for five years.Â
It had been a good day so far, your colleagues had greeted you with balloons when you entered your office early in the morning, cheering a loud âHappy Birthday!â when they caught a glimpse of you.Â
Birthdays were never that important for you, but it did warm your heart that all of your colleagues took the time of their day to surprise you and celebrate you so loudly. You found out later how it was all Jiminâs idea, creating a whole group chat to make sure everyone was in on the idea.Â
Everything worked out in the end. The smile on your face didnât fade once, too overwhelmed by a huge amount of happiness.Â
It was the end of the day when Jungkook decided to text you. He was still sleeping when you were getting dressed for work, and knowing youâll be seeing him later you didnât bother, instead admiring his soft snores and his long hair messily laying on the pillow.Â
âAny exciting plans for tonight?â Jimin peaked inside your office, wearing a grin when you shut your phone off, too busy giggling over what Jungkook has planned for you.Â
âMaybeâŠâÂ
Jimin rolled his eyes at your attempt to be mysterious. âSave it, I know Jungkook probably has something planned.âÂ
âYouâre on the right track.âÂ
âHe probably put his dick in a present box.â Jimin jokes, earning your mouth to drop, a scoff escaping your parted lips.Â
âJimin!âÂ
He brings his hands up in a surrendering motion. âIâll shut up.âÂ
âThank you. Well, Iâm about to head out.â You begin to log off on your computer, grabbing your bag while Jimin watches you with a careful gaze.Â
âIâll see you on Monday.â He says before leaving your office door, returning back to his own.
âJungkook?â You call out when you enter your shared apartment, the lights being completely off.Â
Thereâs no response, and even though he told you earlier over text that he had planned a surprise, you begin to worry. Subtly, you begin to walk inside, fetching for a light until someone grabs you by the waist.Â
âHappy birthday, baby.â Jungkook whispers, pulling you forward so both your chests collide. Itâs then you realize heâs not wearing a shirt, his skin feeling soft and delicate under your fingertips. With no second thought, your hands begin to roam on his arms, squeezing at his muscles.Â
âThank you.â You respond softly, pulling Jungkook down for a soft and tender kiss. He gently wraps his arms around you, clutching himself tight as he indulges into your lips.Â
âMmm, you want your surprise?â Jungkook says against your lips, and you nod before he completely lets go and guides you towards your shared bedroom.Â
Thereâs a small box on the covers, next to a bouquet of tulips, your favorites.Â
âKoo⊠this isââ You pick them up carefully, admiration and love soaring through your veins as you trace your fingers over the purple petals.Â
Jungkook keeps his eyes on you, determined to not miss out on any reaction from you. He can tell youâre content with the flowers, after all he went to a specific flower shop outside of town, certain that the tulips you commented on a few months ago were still available.Â
âThank you. I love you.â You bring your hand forward, caressing his cheek as tears begin to form in the corner of your eyelids.Â
When you had first met Jungkook, you never expected to be here today, five years later in a shared apartment, in love and filled with utmost happiness. It feels like a dream, which is pretty cliche to say, but it feels this way because how come everything is just right with Jungkook and you?Â
âOpen the box.â Jungkook grins, holding himself back from doing his tiny jumps when heâs excited.Â
âOkay, okay!â You begin to laugh yourself, grabbing onto the white box.Â
The box clicks open and your mouth drops. Itâs a necklace, with a bunny accessory hanging by the end.Â
âYou didnât.âÂ
âHey! Youâre the one who constantly refers to me as a bunny, so I decided to take matters into my own hands and make this a reality!â God, heâs such an idiot, and youâre completely head over heels in love with him. Fucking Jeon Jungkook and that darn smile.
âI canât believe you.â You take the necklace out of the purple cushion, holding it up in the air as you study the details.Â
âCan I?â You hum out a yes, letting Jungkook reach for it as you turn, exposing the nape of your neck.Â
The metal feels cold against your skin for a second when Jungkook puts it around you, ending it with a simple click. You hold tightly onto the bunny ears, turning back around to look at your boyfriend.Â
âI love it.â Jungkook sighs with a smile, pulling you once again in for a kiss. Instead of it being a simple peck, you wrap your arms around his neck, letting your lips move in an identical tempo.Â
Kissing Jungkook always feels new. It feels as if youâre still on that second date when he took the courage to kiss you goodnight at your doorstep. The same butterflies are settled into the pit of your stomach. It really feels like yesterday you started dating, but no, itâs been five fucking years. Five years with this silly boy whoâs shown you what love truly can be about.Â
âBaby.â Jungkook mumbles, tilting your face as he plunges forward on your neck, pressing his soft lips. The wet open kisses make you grow hot, needy and fuck, was Jimin right? Because surely, this is leading to sex and you donât want to stop.Â
Also, heâs shirtless which doesnât really help either because fuck how can he look this good? Abs and built bodies never truly impressed you, but thereâs something about how Jungkook carries it proudly, yet subtly. Heâs aware heâs hot but he doesnât show it off and wow, youâre so lucky you get to have him this way.Â
You pull his face upwards, kissing him again, wanting to taste more of him. Gently, you grab onto the strands of his long hair, fiddling with them as he bites your lip in response. The kiss is soft yet rough, both of you pulling on each other to get closer while your tongues dangle softly in between.Â
âWanna show you how much I love you.â Jungkook mumbles against your lips.Â
It doesnât take a genius to guess what he means and heâs in luck, cause fuck â you really want him. You clutch yourself tighter to him, continuing to kiss him with adoration and love. Jungkook keeps his hold tight, hands drowning further behind your back and onto your ass. He grabs onto it, making you gasp before itâs engulfed by his tongue.Â
Jungkook takes a step backwards, letting himself sit down on the edge of the bed, while you still stand upright. Your hands roam on his shoulders while his clutch beneath your ass, pulling you down on his lap.Â
Even though you love kissing Jungkook, thereâs something about kissing his neck and collarbones. Showing admiration to every part of your boyfriend is one of your favorite things. So you do exactly that, tilting his head upwards while your tongue and lips trail further down. His collarbones are defined and you kiss the prominent edges. Every detail of Jungkook is beautiful.Â
âI love your collarbones.â You admit in the open while sucking on the skin, leaving a small mark. Jungkook sighs, keeping his hands roaming on your ass, grabbing it when he feels you bite down.Â
âBabyââÂ
You donât respond, instead you pull your hands downwards on his abs that tense beneath your touch. Fuck. Itâs no secret that youâve wanted to kiss and touch every part of Jungkookâ maybe even ride his thigh and especially his abs. Thereâs something exciting about feeling the muscles beneath your exposed core as you mark him with your slick.Â
Although, youâve never gained the full courage to do so. Itâs not because of judgment, Jungkook would never judge you. Which also explains how the sex between you is that good. Itâs a free space to try out new things and feel comfortable with one another, but this was a fantasy and you werenât mad that itâll continue to be that.Â
To distract yourself from those thoughts, you focus on Jungkook hardening beneath you. You feel the excitement grow in your gut, grinding shamelessly down on him, making him hiss.Â
âFuck.â Jungkook mumbles, tracing his hand on your face while he smiles down at you. His thumb begins to trail on your lips, feeling the soft edges before he pops it inside your mouth. You suck with zero hesitation. Jungkookâs mouth is agape, in awe of how your mouth feels warm around it.Â
Whenever you had sex there was never truly a routine. It was always natural, both of you giving in to showing how much you adored and loved each other. No matter how rough, or soft the sex was. There was always a balance.Â
Jungkook retracts his thumb, reaching for the zipper of your pants and pulling them down enough to reach down to your clit. His slicked thumb starts rubbing it carelessly, pressing down while rolling it around in circles. You buck your hips into his hand, making him chuckle due to you becoming so quickly desperate for him. He knew how much you loved his touches, and especially when he reached downwards, teasing you on your most sensitive parts.Â
âJ-Jungkook, ah fuck!â You let out when he gently pinches your clit between his thumb and index finger, while two of his fingers rubbed themselves in between your lips, collecting the wetness that grew with every touch of his. Fuck, Jungkook loved feeling how soaked you got because of him.Â
Feeling too overwhelmed by the feeling, you decide to return the favor, grabbing onto his clothed cock thatâs fully hard beneath his sweatpants. He feels heavy in your palm as you grope him, while squeezing the tip by the edges. Jungkook seems to really enjoy your hands, when he chooses to pull his pants down, revealing it. He doesnât ever stop touching you, you feel how his fingertips curve around your hole, teasing around it even though you need them in you. So to play it fair, you hop on the teasing train and give it back. When Jungkook realizes how you donât exactly touch him as he expected, he pulls a frown on his face.Â
âWhat?â You hold back a smile, biting on your bottom lip.Â
âDonât do that.â His frown remains, eyes dropped down to the sight of your fingers caressing the soft skin of his cock. You donât say something at first, letting him wonder for a little longer why youâre suddenly pulling that card right now.Â
âThen stop teasing me.â You whisper in his ear, biting down on his earlobe before your mouth runs down to the tiny mole on his neck. You kiss it gently, feeling Jungkook take a deep breath by how his chest moves forward.Â
âIâm not. Iâm justââ Jungkook pauses, waiting for you to look at him instead of smothering with small kisses. When you finally do, you quirk an eyebrow.Â
âYouâre just?âÂ
âIâm just taking my time, angel.âÂ
Angel. A nickname Jungkook picked up on quickly after you started dating. He tells you it just simply fits you, but you know deep down itâs because he loves your little angel wings tattoo on your rib cage.Â
âBut I need yourââ You gasp when Jungkook pushes both of his fingers inside of you with no warning. He catches you completely off guard, smirking when he notices how your eyes are closed, immersed by the feeling of being full.Â
âYou were saying?â He teases you now, latching his lips on your shoulder.Â
You arenât keen on answering him, instead you push yourself up and down on his fingers, fucking yourself on them.Â
âS-shit.â Jungkook says, in surprise of how dirty you are, as you donât even hesitate to chase an orgasm, by simply having his fingers inside of you. While youâre enjoying the feeling of his fingers, youâre tempted to have his tongue on you as well. Letting your thoughts aside, you finally stroke him as he wishes, noticing how the tip is already wet. Somehow you find a synchronized tempo, your hand stroking him with your every movement in your hips. Jungkook groans against your shoulder, his tongue moving on your exposed skin, letting you feel how wet it is.Â
âHold on.â You stop abruptly, too impatient, so you remove yourself from his lap to stand and remove your clothing as quickly as possible. Jungkookâs eyes pop open when he sees your naked form, so focused on how beautiful you look that he forgets to take his own off.Â
âCome on, wanna see you.â You encourage him, standing in between his legs.Â
Jungkook gulps down, biting his lip before grabbing the waistband of the sweatpants along with his boxers. When everything is off, youâre exposed to his tattoos that adorn his thigh. Jungkook had gotten them all in one night while he was drunk, wanting to be able to endure the pain even though he secretly had a pain kink. The tattoos are so random, but very Jungkook.Â
You reach forward, tracing your fingers on the details of the three black stars accompanied by two gaming consoles. Till this day you still donât understand why he picked those as tattoos, but he was always impulsive when it came to anything but his sleeve.Â
The sleeve was something he worked on for a long time, finding different designs and how they could connect all together and hang in a harmony. You remember how you watched it day by day become the sleeve youâre met with today. The memory of sitting down next to him when he got his first tattoo, is clear as a day.Â
Jungkook tries to get your attention again, noticing you spacing off as you admire his tattoos. âWhat are you thinking?â The question is simple, but fuck the answer isnât. Youâve seen and heard about thigh riding and how it somehow manages to stimulate the clit. Youâve never tried it. Yes, you and Jungkook were open and honest about whatever you wanted to experiment, which explains how youâve done almost anything, but minor things werenât really spoken about. Fantasies were meant to be kept as those simple wishes that are never meant to be made into life, but somehow you wanted to risk a bit today. It is your birthday after all, and you really want to have his thigh under you while you ride.Â
âI wannaâŠâ You start, positioning yourself on top of his thigh without a question, testing the waters a bit to see his reaction. Jungkookâs eyebrows raise at your chosen position, awaiting for you to finish. You move closer, pecking his lips softly before murmuring. âWanna ride your thigh.âÂ
Jungkook stays quiet, which causes you to worry, until he moves backwards, lifting his thigh a bit, causing your core to graze the skin. âYeah?â Jungkook glances at you, his lips curving into a somewhat smile.Â
âMhm.â You hum in agreement, grabbing the nape of his neck to kiss him again. Both of your knees rest on the comforters, while you slowly begin to find a pace. Jungkook can feel how wet you are whenever your core moves back and forth on it. He wants to look down, to see his tattoos covered in your slick and see them glisten. Instead, he lets you experiment, while holding his hand on your back to guide you.Â
You never stop kissing each other, groping and gripping on whatever you can get your hands off, as you begin to pick up another pace. Jungkook starts to tense under you, the edges of his muscles becoming more prominent as you feel your clit rub against it. It feels different but good.Â
Even though youâre fully focused on the new sensation, you donât miss out on stroking your boyfriend whoâs watching you with pleased eyes by this new sight. Youâre not sure if heâs been wanting to try this too or if itâs only you â by the looks of it Jungkook seems to be getting even more turned on than earlier watching you do this.Â
Jungkook doesnât even know where to look. He wants to watch your hand stroke him, he wants to watch your expressions as you move your hips back and forth and of course, the tattoos covered in your wetness.Â
Youâre in too much pleasure to even have your eyes open. Therefore you settle on resting your head in the corner of Jungkookâs neck.Â
âFeel good, angel?â Jungkook pants out, starting to feel his own orgasm emerge with each stroke.Â
âY-yeahââ You can barely form it into words, aiming for that orgasm youâve been wanting since Jungkook decided to tease you earlier. You really fucking need this.Â
Itâs there, in the pit of your stomach, about to pull the final string when Jungkook forces you to stop. His hand feels warm against your lower region, while heâs trying to catch his breath himself.Â
âI donât want to come like this. Wanna fuck you.â Your hand retrieves from his cock, letting out short breaths while you try your best to remain calm over being interrupted in the middle of an upcoming orgasm. Jungkook can easily tell you were close, he could hear how your moans suddenly turned strained and how your fingers were tightening their hold on him. But, fuck, he really didnât want to come like this. He wants to feel you, stretch you out as you engulf him. So, heâll do just that.Â
âBaby, come here.â Jungkook murmurs, pulling you forward to plant a soft kiss on your temple. Now heâs trying to smother you with kisses, and you giggle softly at the tickling sensation when he starts rubbing his nose on the apple of your cheek.Â
âI love you.â You remind him again, never being tired of catching that tiny sparkle emitting in his eyes when he hears it.Â
âI love you.â Jungkook repeats, while you push him down on his back. The long hair spreads out on the white sheets, curling around while he tucks it back with both hands. Thereâs something extremely hot about Jungkookâs new length of hair, because itâs new.Â
Your hands fiddle with the curled hair, while you prop your wet core on his cock, grinding back and forth on it. Jungkook moves his head upwards, his lips biting down on your bottom lip while he groans. His hips move upwards, showing desperation to get you inside and frankly you canât really wait either. So, you move downwards, kissing his stomach and sucking down on the mole by his rib cage.Â
âSo pretty.â You mumble on his skin, showing love to his tummy and tiny waist. He whines at the contact and how you worship every part of him.Â
âI love every part of you, Koo.â You admit, settling upwards to push yourself down on him. Jungkook nibbles on his lip ring, blushing at your comment.Â
âIâm so lucky to have you, angel.â Your body grows hot, the love soaring through your veins before you ease yourself down, letting it stretch you open. Both of your mouths fall agape with a moan when his cock is finally buried inside.Â
âC-come here, fuck.â Jungkook pleads, grabbing your back with both hands so your chests collide. His skin feels warm and soft against yours, sweat beginning to accumulate with each thrust from your side. The movements are slow yet rough, Jungkookâs grip never stops being tight on your body. He seems overwhelmed by everything, his eyes watching you all while you buck your hips.Â
âShitââ He lets out, his hand trailing up to your nape, holding it while your lips glide over his.Â
âMhm.â You begin to quicken the pace, wanting to come. Jungkook feels you clench with every thrust, sending him into an orbit of pleasure.Â
You lean your forehead on his, catching your eyes trailing down to his abs and the view of his cock disappearing inside of you.Â
The fantasy of riding his abs keeps coming back at you, the urge climbing higher when they tense with every movement.Â
Somehow Jungkook can sense youâre thinking about something, noticing the frown while youâre solemnly focused on his abs.Â
âHey, you okay?â Your eyes move back to his, nodding yet Jungkook isnât convinced. âTell me.â He breathes out, wanting to know but fuck, he canât even fully concentrate when you feel so warm and wet.Â
âItâs nothingââ You moan again, his cock almost fully out before you place yourself back down. Youâre certain he wonât ask again, so you go back, riding him fully.Â
Jungkook grabs ahold of your waist, moving his hand from your nape to your jaw. âBaby, itâs your birthday. Wanna give you everything. Justâ ah! Tell me.â Jungkook once again bites down on his lip, a groan escaping due to the feeling of you around him.Â
âJ-just⊠wanna ride your abs.â Honesty is something you both have been really good at. If somethingâs bothering either one of you, you express it.Â
âF-fuck.â Jungkookâs cock twitches at your words and youâre surprised that heâs even more turned on after you admitted one of your fantasies.Â
You donât really know what to say, instead you go back to chasing an orgasm for you both. You havenât even thrusted once and Jungkook stops you. âI want you to.âÂ
Oh.Â
âAre you sureââ
Jungkook pecks your lips, âyes.âÂ
Therefore, you pull yourself out, moving upwards to face his abs. You keep your eyes locked on Jungkookâs, to make sure he wants this. After all, this is brand new territory for you both.Â
Without thinking too much, you prop yourself down, your core being able to feel the prominent details of Jungkookâs tensed abs.Â
âFuckââ You whine, shamelessly picking up your earlier movements and fucking yourself on them. Jungkook grabs a hold of his cock, jerking it off behind you. The slick sounds are loud with every stroke.Â
Jungkook takes you by surprise when his thumb traces in circles around your rim. âJ-Jungkook.â It almost sounds like a warning, but itâs rather a surprising shock. You kind of didnât expect for him to touch you there, not that you donât mind.Â
It only increases the pleasure for you, as you continue with no care in the world. Fuck, why didnât you do this before?Â
âThatâs it angel.â Jungkook says, caressing the edges of your rim, while watching you in complete awe. Thereâs just something about you loving every part of him that you want to do more than just simply touch it. When you had first expressed the idea, Jungkook already found himself imagining the scenery, which caused his cock to twitch.Â
When heâs watching the actual scene, he canât even describe what heâs seeing. Fuck, youâre so beautiful, sweat accumulating on your shoulders and breasts, mouth agape letting the sweet sound of your moans roam the room freely.Â
Whenever Jungkook tenses his abs beneath you, it meets your clit, the friction being completely different from anything youâve felt before. It also explains how youâre not even a few seconds from coming. Your pants turn shorter, your body twitching slightly as the orgasm is closer to the edge.Â
âCome on baby, wanna see you come.â Jungkook expresses, close as well, his cock about to give in but not before he sees you cover his abs with cum.Â
âMhmâ fuck.â Thatâs all you needed for the band to snap, your body returning to normal after dragged itself one more time. While youâre trying to catch your breath again, Jungkook lets out a loud whine followed by a gasp when he finishes right behind you, all over his hand.Â
âHoly shit.â Jungkook says, giggling shortly right after, still in shock of what just happened.Â
âYeah.â You agree, moving down to lay down next to him. Your hands begin to caress his cheeks while you both just lay in silence.Â
âHappy birthday, bub.â Jungkook finishes it off with a small but heartfelt kiss to your lips.
© jjkeverlast 2023 [do not copy, translate or repost any of my works.]
1K notes
·
View notes
masterlist
i write what i am hyper-fixated on at the moment. i don't write smut
the fics with * next to them are my personal favs
want to be tagged? read this
The Boys
birthday gift - Homelander x vought!reader
One Piece Live Action
Sanji x fem!reader
series:
go fish! series (mutual pining)
go fish! - prequel* part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4* part 5 (WIP)
how you met/first impressions (blurb)
Sanji learns you collect sea shells (blurb)
you make Sanji your fav dessert (blurb)*
Sanji comforts you in a storm (blurb)
you try making dinner for him and the crew (blurb)
Sanji listens to you read to an ill Zoro (blurb)
unnamed best friends to lovers angst series
oneshots:
busgirl
coos*
blurbs:
Zeff "accidentally" tells reader about Sanji's feelings for her
Buggy x fem!reader
oneshots:
surprises
Marvel
Loki series:
Brad Wolfe (Hunter X-5) x reader
oneshots:
crush*
Misc.
Taz Skylar x reader
wedding bands
submitted story: part 1 part 2 part 3
upcoming:
Sanji x theif!reader
long lost childhood friends to lovers
youâre a bad cook so you ask Sanji for some help (you both like each other w/out knowing)
actor!Sanji x actress!reader au
modern opla!Sanji cooking teacher AU
gender bent human lady and the trump! AU
human aristocats! AU
THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED ONESHOT
possible Shanks one shot đ
949 notes
·
View notes
HAWĂI
PAIRINGS: carlos sainz x ex!fem!reader
TYPE: social media au
SUMMARY: in which they slightly shade one another with their instagram captions!
yourusername
liked by neymarjr, maxverstappen1 and 478,931 others
yourusername: hawĂĄi de vacaciones:) đŽ
see translation: hawaii vacation
view 7,946 comments
user: this reminds me of her hawaii trip with carlos last year:(
âł user: donât even remind me đ© i miss them sm
âł user: i NEED them back together!!
luisinhaoliveira99: vocĂ© Ă© a mais bonita! đ
see translation: youâre the prettiest
charlottesiine: heyy sexy;))
âł yourusername: thatâs youuu;)) đ©·
user: i wonder if carlos is in hawaii
âł user: why would he?
âł user: they went to hawaii every year throughout their 4 years of relationship .. and seeing as sheâs there, i was wondering if he was also there
user: out of curiosity, is she dating that neymar dude?
âł user: no, i believe theyâre just friends
user: idc what anyone says but sheâs glowing!! đâš
user: oBSESSED w YOU! đ©
landonorris: you better bring me a gift
âł alex_albon: ^ what he said!
carlossainz55
liked by charles_leclerc, lewishamilton and 649,024 others
carlossainz55: mis felicitaciones đ
see translation: my congratulations
view 9,108 comments
user: wait, is this hawaii or???
user: how can someone be this fine? đ©
user: ONE chance is all iâm asking, please!!!
charles_leclerc: smoooooth operator đ
user: nOt him throwing shade at yn, omg
âł user: wdym? how??!?
âł user: the caption!!
user: HOTTEST MAN eVER, i swear đ€€
user: THe caption, HeLLO???? đ
lewishamilton: sheeeesh đ„
âł user: heâs jusT like us
user: i know my man diD not just throw some shade at yn with that caption đ«ą i cannot, omg
âł user: iâm soo confused!! why is everyone saying heâs throwing shade at her????!?? SOMEONE EXPLAIN, PLEASE!!!
yourusername
liked kendalljenner, alex_albon and 485,920 others
yourusername: los tiempo' de ahora son mejore
see translation: todayâs times are better
view 4,846 comments
user: te manda felicitaciones tu ex
see translation: your ex sends you his congratulations
âł user: eso le pasa por ir a hawĂĄi
see translation: that happens for going to hawaii
user: youâre the prettiest!!! đ
lilymhe: pretty girl;)
gigihadid: đ
user: girl, what happened between carlos and you??!?
user: mY queen!! đ©
user: did you see carlosâ insta caption??
user: yaâll srsly gotta stop bringing carlos into everything
user: youâre soo beautiful
carlossainz55
liked by pierregasly, maxverstappen1 and 601,042 others
carlossainz55: estoy de acuerdo
see translation: i agree
view 7,920 comments
user: NOT HIM RESPONDING BAcK TO HER đ
user: they definitely ended on bad terms
landonorris: what a view đ
user: the shade
user: youâre soo fine, idc đ
user: i NEED to know what went down with them
âł user: i think we all do!!
user: if i were yn i would apologize for whatever she did
âł user: how would yk sheâs the cause of it all?
âł user: i love yn, but it def seems like she was the cause of their breakup
982 notes
·
View notes
Hi, hi, hello <: first time sending an ask to anyone but I cant stop thinking of this rn and I feel like you'd appreciate the comedy of this. So like, this is definitely a more crackfic idea than anything, but I was just scrolling on amazon for Valentine's gift ideas and i found this, and the idea of gifting it to Jason?? peak comedy in my mind
Imagine lighting it right before he goes on patrol just to mess with him a little too...đ I just think it has so much potential for so many shenanigans, y'know? đđ
(I've been lurking around for a lil bit, gotta say I love your writing btw, it's great)
PRETTY LATE BUT I'M HERE, i tried to write something nice for a few days but i just couldn't squeeze my brain. NOW, i feel so honored to be your first ask, it's just so special so i really hope my little drabble is enough <3 and thank you so much for your sweet words baby
at first you wanted to get jason a nice edition of one of his favorite books, one of those expensive pretty books with a hard cover and write a lovely letter to him but scrolling and looking around some pages that candle popped up and you just couldn't resist it so there were now five items on your shopping cart, the book, the candle and stuff to wrap everything up. ready for valentine's day and getting him a pretty surprise in which you worked in every night as he went out on patrol until the day before valentine.
for those who think jason isn't that much of a valentine's day enjoyer let me tell you how wrong you are, jason enjoys picking up things for you because he knows it makes you feel special and even if it turns out into being more of a commercial holiday jason knows taking people for granted is not a good think, it's so easy to lose your loved ones and he's in no way letting you go one day without knowing how much you mean to him. so as soon as you wake up you're met by a big and warm hug, a chaste kiss on your lips and a pretty gift box on your lap; jason looks at you with a wide smile when you open the box just to find that sweater you saw on a store a few weeks ago, the one you wanted to get but couldn't buy because you were on a rush "jay... you didn't had to, this is just perfect" and it's simple but there's just so much in the fact that jason had in mind how much you liked that sweater and kept it in mind for days.
"i had to, anything for my baby..." he says softly and a sweet chuckle escapes his lips when you kiss him, arms wrapped around his neck before letting go of him to stand up. jason's eyes are fixed on you, your figure moving around as you pick a gift box from the closet just to walk back to the bed, going to sit on his lap before placing your gift on his hands and looking at his reaction as he opens it, the smile on jason's lips as his hands caress the book before he picks up the letter and seeing his green eyes tear up a bit is just so heartwarming you can't help but to cup his face with one of your hands.
"you know? you're the best thing that has ever happened to me" he says, a soft giggle slipping through jason's lips as he looks up to hide the small tears that are pooling on his lashline and it makes you nod "i think you've said it a few times before" and it makes you smile when he leans into your touch, nuzzling his face against your palm. suddenly, you remember there's still one more box you have for him and you stand up all of the sudden to go get it and he looks curiously at you when you turn around, holding the box and smiling widely.
"what do you have there?" jason asks, a small grin on his face as he sits straight on the bed before looking to the screen of his phone. it was almost time for him to go get ready for patrol, late in the evening he is just waiting to have a little more time with his lover. "it's a little surprise for both of us but by the look on your face i guess you have to start gearing up, right?" you ask before placing the small box on the edge of the bed "you can start, it's a small surprise so i can show you while you get ready" and the smile on your lips mixed with your soft tone makes him feel so lucky to have someone as patient and understanding as you by his side.
he nods happily, getting out of bed to start pacing around the room while leaving soft pecks on your cheeks and temples when he walks next to you, small playful kisses on your lips when he stands in front of you to start changing his clothes. jason is being specially sweet and playful today and it just fuels the need to use that little new gift, it's just something you can't help but think when jason is stripping in front of you just to get into his black compression shirt and the tactical pants that just make his body look even hotter. as he starts putting onto his armor you sit, legs crossed on the bed as your hands hold the box with a wide smile "so can i steal your attention a little now?" and jason turns his head around to look at you before nodding, going to stand in front of you.
your hands toy a little with the pretty bow to open the box, revealing the not so small candle and the label on it and jason's face is a mix between a poem and a stream of ideas of how it can end up "babeâ how do you plan on using that?" he asks, a low laugh escapes his lips and it sounds like a growl because of the ideas popping on his head "well, i think the idea is pretty clear" the playful smirk on your lips is driving him crazy but he has to go on patrol "are you gonna wait for me to come back? i'll try to be extra quick" and his voice sounds so excited, because it's what was missed to make this valentine's day the perfect one.
"extra quick? i wouldn't want you to get in troubles, jay..." you start but you know damn well he is going to insist "no, i will be back before you even notice" he rushes before leaning in to kiss your lips in a firm and deep touch, hands on your hips to push your body a little into the matress and any idea of making him go with his full patrol vanishes when he bites your bottom lip and grunts a little into your mouth.
he pulls away, triumphant smile on his face before he walks out of the room to get his helmet and you rush to put the candle on the little night stand next to your bed before lithing it in the exact same moment jason sets a foot back on the room, stopping on his tracks as soon as the smell of vainilla hits his nose "sweetheart..." he starts but his first instinct is to pick his phone up to call dick.
if he was going to ask for a favour he was going to make it worth it, you lit the candle and he really couldn't think of anything else to do. probably the best gift for you both because it could help him expend more time with you.
"dick, c'mon! i'll do anything you want me to, i swear it's important" you can hear his voice and the urge on his tone as he speaks on the phone "it's not my fault i actually have a valentine's date!"
it makes you chuckle because it only lets you know how much he wanted to accomplish what you were asking him and to wait a little for him your eyes drift to the label just to find out the candle could be used in a few more ways than just start an encounter.
"it's a dinner date, okay? we made reservations!" jason sounds almost desperate at this point.
"jay! it's a body wax candle! can we try wax play?" you ask, not even noticing your voice could be heard through his phone.
"so dinner date, huh? i don't want the details, i'll cover you with bruce"
199 notes
·
View notes
Bruce Wayne Masterlist
Disclaimer: stories are fictitious and should not be taken literally, the behavior is entirely imaginative and the content may be inappropriate
Updated & repaired: 16/07/2023 (if a story won't load or something else, please message me and let me know)
MAIN MASTERLIST
Fluffđș Angst đ©ïž Smutâ€ïžâđ„
HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:
Speak In Flowers đș Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.
Visiting Your Hometown đș how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown
Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks đșyour boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection
Explaining To Your Man KdramasđșI (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love
Dating A Tattoo Artist đș being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it
When Tough Times Occur đșLife itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but thatâs what makes us stronger as people.
Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... đș how would your man protect you when someone doesnât mind your business
Having A Shower â€ïžâđ„having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right?!
One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)đș the title spoils the ending a bit
No Nut November â€ïžâđ„in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.
ASKS:
Neon Gift đșâ€ïžâđ„(Robert Pattinson! Batman) the character is really angsty emokid with eyeliner riding a motorbike and soundtrack is Nirvana, so maybe something dark and heavy and of course smutty alone time with Batman? Neon colors appreciatedđđđ
Boots & Coat â€ïžâđ„ May I request some hot quickie in his Batcave, i believe he would enjoy if his gf surprise him in one of the gloomy days! Maybe some coat and boots with nothing underneath it or idk đđ
DRABBLES FROM MY đ§
Stupid Man đșđ©ïžBruce uses 'code 4' while encountering the Scarecrow resulting in defining the next moments that would shake up his family and his future
Library Make-Outđșâ€ïžâđ„
Bittersweet Tea đ©ïž(post break up theme)
Midnight Visitsđș
659 notes
·
View notes
riptide | a. targaryen
Description: Aegon's friends wonder why he has all the coolest things, even though he doesn't have a job.
Pairing: college-student!aegon/ceo!reader
two
"Do you call someone a sugar mommy when they're younger than you?" Aegon scrolls on his phone, reading the thousands of messages that you sent to him. His brother's eye widens, placing the bottle of beer down the table loudly.
"So the person that your dating is a sugar mommy?" his brother insinuated, and Aegon freezes on his tracks. It was well known around the campus that he was taken, but no one knew by whom. They didn't even know if the person he was dating was a girl or a boy.
All that they knew was that they managed to leave gifts for Aegon everywhere around the campus. From flowers to handwritten notes, everyone was interested about his love-life. The professors had a running bet - some of them think that his lover is a politician, others think that they're an actress - but one thing was for certain, they didn't know who she was.
"I mean - you do change your wardrobe every season," the man pointed - staring at his brother's new coat. Aemond was a little jealous of his older brother - it must be nice to have some sort of power on your side. "It's called having flair," his brother snorts, while taking a swig of his beer.
"Flair requires money - and our father doesn't send us a lot of that." Aemond rolls his eye, reaching for his phone to scroll on his instagram. "I mean, good for you. It's hard to find money in this economy." Aemond sighs, leaning down on his chair.
He still had a few thousand dollars in his bank account - but he'd need to find a job in order to afford rent next month. "- just make sure that they're not a mafia boss, or something." the man teased, smiling as he sees a meme of Thomas Shelby on his newsfeed.
"I'd give the world if she was just a mafia boss," he mumbled, eyes drifting off to the gala that you were attending. You looked ravishing wearing that designer gown - too bad he wasn't there to dance with you, as he was occupied with another event.
"Are you following her on your instagram?" Aemond inquired - scrolling down his brother's 'following' list. Aegon's eyes narrowed, closing his phone and attempting to peek through his brother's.
"No," he lied - thinking that it would be enough to stop Aemond.
"Is she following you?" Aemond questioned - scrolling to the left to access his 'followers' list. "Can you stop stalking me?" Aegon glares and another sigh escapes his brother's mouth.
"Why can't you tell me? I tell you everything," he complained in a manner that only a little brother would. "I told you about Alys," he asserted, thinking that it would be enough to sway Aegon.
"She's a fucking cougar," Aegon cursed while rising to his feet.
"- as for my girlfriend, you'll know when we get married."
agn.high: i can't help, falling in love w/ u đ
27 comments 2,971 likes
aemtargaryen: HINT đ
- agn.high: she has two eyes
toelicker69: happy bday future sister-in-law đ
- agn.high: she says thanks!!
- aemtargaryen: how tf does helaena know?
Alexander_Gomez: NICE YACHT BRO đ«¶đŸ
Everyone was whispering behind his back - apparently a big box was brought in front of his apartment, and nobody knew what it was. "This one's big," Aemond remarked while helping his brother bring it inside their shared room. "The same thing can be said about me," Aegon joked - settling the box loudly on the floor.
He reaches for the phone on his back pocket, prepared to call you and ask what you gave him.
"Hello, baby." your melodious voice floods his senses, his stomach is filled with butterflies.
"Hey baby, I got a package - do you know what it is?" he asked, seeing no evidences of your address or name on the box.
A small laugh exits your mouth, and he could hear the chatter of the office from behind you. "You should open it baby, I got to go now." you smile while hanging up.
He places the phone back on his pockets, watching while his brother opens the box with an exacto knife. "I just hope it's not expensive enough to get robbed," Aemond crossed his fingers - lifting the top sheet of the styrofoam from the object.
A gasp escapes his mouth as he realized that it was the gaming pc that he was pining for. "Oh my god," he cursed, a smile paints his lips as he opened it further.
He made a mental note to thank you once your meeting was over.
(your name)'s story
@watercolorskyy
541 notes
·
View notes
Love PotionÂ
Request: Based on a request for an IC x Reader, either a sex pollen fic or a magic potion fic (I may or may not do a sex pollen fic in the future đ)
Elain x Reader, Nessian X Reader, Azriel x Reader, some mentions of Lucien X Reader (maybe Iâll do a prequel?) â a little bit for everyone.Â
Warnings: SMUT, 18+, minors do not engage. Self-pleasure, fingering, grinding, breast play, p in v, biting, mentions of being under the influence. 100% consensual. ANGST.
Use of she/her for the reader. The reader is Rhyâs sister.Â
Literal Porn with plot for the sake of porn but there is a lot of potential angst to turn this into an actual fic if anyone's interested by the end (so much drama to unpack).Â
Synopsis: Reader accidentally drinks a love potion. As desire courses through Y/Ns veins, and her inhibitions lower, she encounters the different members of the Inner Court.
Word count:Â 15.7K (WHOOPS)
-MOR-
âWhat is it?â Mor asks, gently tapping on the side of the glass pitcher. She brings her hands to her knees and lowers herself down to eye level with the fluid inside. She watches the plum-coloured liquid swirl within the glass, glimmering with tiny flecks of gold, dancing around one another to music that does not exist, suspended in infinite motion.Â
She must admit that it is beautiful. That, however, just makes her all the more suspicious. Mor blows an annoying stray curl out of her face and swivels to meet her cousinâs eyes. Rhysandâs violet gaze is clouded and dark, full of irritation. That means, Mor notes, that her dearest cousin is already aware of whatâs inside the pitcher that has been gifted to her High Lady.Â
âYes, Lucien, do indulge my cousin and tell everyone about the swill you have brought into my home," Rhys voice clips. Lucien had arrived at the River House mere minutes ago, holding a large oak tray. On that tray sat the pitcher containing the mystery liquid, one ridiculously bejewelled challis, a single red rose, and, a note addressed to the High Lady:
Dearest Feyre,
I hope you are well and safe.
I apologize for my dismissal of your title as High Lady earlier this year. You are more worthy than any other female I have come across in my many centuries.Â
I understand now that you would make a wondrous High Lady in any court.Â
I am sending this note with Lucien along with my finest tea as a token of peace and as a toast to you in your new role. I would love for you to sample the wine and write me back letting me know how it made you feel.Â
Please do not tell Rhysand of my gift to you, for I fear he would not understand this gesture between friends.Â
I count the seconds to your reply.
All my love,Â
TamlinÂ
Lucien is quite pale. His normally bronzed skin looks ashy and his eyes are sullen. âRhys⊠I-I know what you must be thinking.â The male clears his throat, worrying his bottom lip,âIâm sure he just wasnât in his right mind - or maybe he didnât know the properties of the liquid. Tam-âÂ
Darkness begins to creep out from behind Rhys, his face stony.âDo not mention that name in my house right now, Lucien. I have half a mind to winnow over to Spring and gut the coward where he stands.â Rhys holds the note in his hands and quickly crumples it into a tight ball. âDo not make excuses for that vile creature.â His eyes burn with fury as he sends the balled up note careening through the air, and right into the roaring fireplace.
Almost all of the inner court was gathered around the two males, standing tense and mystified at this interaction. Everyone is dressed in fine clothes and gathered at the River house for family dinner. âIâm confused,â Mor queries again, âRhys, please tell us what is happening?âÂ
Feyre approaches her mate, resting a gentle hand on his bicep. He turns to look at her. Their eyes locked in a way only a pair of mates could. The two converse internally, and after a moment, Feyre gasps aloud. âA love potion? Rhys, truly?âÂ
âWhat the fuck?â Cassian chimes in, brows furrowed, attention turning to the ginger male. âWhy the fuck would you bring this to us,â Cassian takes a lumbering step towards Lucien. Mor takes a step forward as well, gripping the General's arm, not in the mood to have dinner ruined just yet. âWere you in on it?â Cassian barks to the son of Autumn.
âCauldron no!â Lucien slinks back a step, eyes glued to his worn leather boots, trying to dissipate some of the tension in the room. âI brought it here to show you that Tamlin is desperate - and not above resorting to such vile means.â He clears his throat and looks up to Feyre, a small, apologetic smile on his lips. âI brought this here to warn you that Tamlin will likely try again and that you need to be on your guard.âÂ
It is Mor now, who takes another step forward, rage simmering beneath her skin. âLikely story you prick. Iâll-â she starts, but she is cut off by a hand on her shoulder. The High Lady had made her way over to Mor, now gripping her shoulder with a delicate hand.Â
âHeâs telling the truth,â Feyre concludes. She eyes Rhys, another one of their private discussions taking place within the confines of their own minds. âLucien showed us.âÂ
âFeyre darling is correct," Rhys sighs, "Our dear friend Lucien here, while foolish - meant well.â the anger in his eyes disperses as Rhys nods a brief thanks to the ginger fae. âBesides,â he ponders, â this love potion would have no ill effect on our dear High Lady.âÂ
âNow howâd you figure that Rhys?â Mor raises a brow at her cousin.Â
âBecause the High Dunce of Spring still believes I have Feyre under my evil spell.â Rhys wiggles his fingers at his mate, dry humour dancing in his eyes. âYou see, the particular love potion good ol Tam picked out is called Affectus Revelare, also known as Feelings Revealed." Rhys gestures at the pitcher. "The potion itself is quite rare and rather ancient even by fae standards, which is why I'm not surprised none of you recognized it. Even you Az.â Rhys nods to the shadow singer in the corner. Azriel, who prides himself on his diverse knowledge of poisons, spells and potions, nods in thanks, upset with himself for not having been able to place the potion immediately.Â
âI think I've heard of it,â Mor muses, all eyes on her now. âIt works to remove inhibition. To allow those who drink it to reveal their true feelings? It is strong, and able to cut through most other potions or spells. Which is probably why Tamlin selected it." Her cousin nods in agreement. She continues, "However, to my knowledge, it went out of favour a long time ago because of the side effects.â She turns back to her cousin and he nods in agreement.Â
âWhat side effects?â Cassian asks.Â
âThink of it as a magic truth serum. However, this truth serum removes any suppression of morals and makes its drinker uncontrollably horny.â Rhys says in a strained voice. âUnstoppably so. The only way to get the urges to dissipate is to have a way with the object of the drinkerâs strongest affections.â
The jaws around the room hang low. Cassian lets out a startled cough. Azriel is the first to recover from the uncomfortable silence, his shadows flying around his head as he quickly mutters to them. Some of his shadows disappear into thin air, Mor assumes they are presumably off to keep further tabs on the High Lord of Spring.
âSo Tamlin thought what? That I would drink this so-called love potion, break the âevil curseâ youâve trapped me under, again, and then come running back into his arms?â Feyre was full-on laughing now and it was contagious. She wiped her eyes as tears formed as she fought to control her deep belly laugh.Â
âAnd right into his bed.âÂ
Rhys slings an arm around Feyreâs shoulder and starts to turn her away from Tamlinâs âgiftâ. He kissed the top of her head, a signature smirk returning to his face. His eyes were clear and bright once again. âAll that potion would have done is make you find me even more irresistible than I already am," he coos.Â
âI donât know how that could be possible.âÂ
âOh Feyre darling, please, we have company.â Rhys groans and nuzzles deeply into his High Ladyâs neck, laying kiss after kiss along her pulse point. He pulls his lips from her neck with great effort, and only after poor innocent Elain clears her throat uncomfortably. âLetâs bring this up to the House of Wind for now, we can further investigate the source of this potion tomorrow. I would be very interested to find out where Tamlin was able to source such a thing.â He nods to Cassian who scoops up the tray and heads towards the door. âEveryone meet back here for dinner in 10.âÂ
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
-CASSIAN-
âIâll drop this off, I need to pick up Nes anyways. Iâll be right back.â Cassian walks out the door and spreads his wings wide. With powerful strokes, he is up and into the air. In a few short minutes, he touches down on the stone balcony of the House of Wind. Not a single drop of the potion has spilled, and he smiles triumphantly. Nesta sits at the table, a smutty romance novel gripped in her hands. She looks up at him with a smile but worry quickly crosses her face and her eyes drift to the tray in his hands.Â
âDonât worry Nes,â he reassures her. âI didnât get you anything. This was a gift for your sister, I wouldnât dream of such a sweeping gesture. I know that you much prefers other methods of celebration,â Cassian says with a wink.
âWhoâs it from?â Nesta closes her book, and rises from the table.Â
âFrom Tamlin, of all males.â He sets the tray down on the tabletop, the bejewelled challis rattling against the pitcher at the sudden movements.
âA gift? From Tamlin?âÂ
âItâs a long story. Letâs head down to dinner, Iâll tell you on the way.â With that, Cassian scoops his beautiful mate into his arms. Her arms lock around his neck as he shoots off into the sky and back towards the River House. The love potion left on the table to be dealt with tomorrow.Â
â----------------------------------------------------------------------------
-Y/N-
You winnow out of the sky a number of feet above the House of Wind and begin to make the unceremonious crash down to the balcony. You quickly generate a tiny cloud of sparkling night with a single thought to slow your descent.
I am so running late.Â
You had been away in the Summer Court for three weeks visiting your dear friend, Tarquin. The High Lord of Summer and you had bonded over your shared love of the ocean, gossip and fruity drinks many decades ago. He now invited you every couple of months for a visit to his vacation villa, where you would swim, eat and share the juiciest, most jaw-dropping tidbits from your respective courts. You are the only one of the inner circle ever to be invited. This, of course, made Cassian infinitely jealous.Â
You loved your visits with the High Lord of Summer. The weight on your shoulders would slip away, even if it was just for a few days and you would both be free of responsibilities. However, this visit had been mostly diplomatic and unfortunately, you had found yourself roped into weeks of dinners and meetings. Working on updating trade agreements between the courts, while important, had been dreadfully boring. So much so that as you had left, Tarquin made the promise that this trip didnât count and that you would meet up again in two months' time for a redo.
You feel dead tired. What you truly need is a hot bath and good long sleep. But tonight is family dinner and you are excited to see everyone. No work talk, that would wait until tomorrow, but it was rare to have a moment where we were all together, wine flowing and laughs ringing through the River House. You wouldnât miss it for the world.Â
You pass into the dining room and drop your large satchel on the table beside one of Nesta's books. Beside her book, sat a pitcher of tea you assumed Nesta had made for herself during her afternoon reading session. You giggle at the rose laid out next to it. Nesta truly was a romantic at heart. You scoop it up and admired the luscious red of the petals. It was just like Nes to indulge herself in the finer things, especially amidst one of her reading frenzies.Â
You twirled the delicate blossom in your hand and inhale the scent deeply, when suddenly you hiccup in pain. Looking down at your hand you realize one of the thorns had sliced your finger. You quickly drop the flower and bring your finger to your mouth, sucking the coppery drops of blood. The cut is shallow and heals instantly, the tiny pink scar disappearing right under your gaze. With the flower now forgotten, you turn your attention to the tea.Â
You quickly scan the room, as if Nesta would appear out of thin air at any moment and berate you for taking what wasnât yours. The thought made you let out a nervous chuckle. If Nes is putting out fancy flowers with her drink, then the tea she selected must be simply divine.Â
Donât mind if I do!
You grasp the gaudy bejewelled challis in one hand and picked up the crystal pitcher with the other. You pour yourself a large cup. As the liquid pours from one vessel to another, you canât help but admire the way it sparkles and shimmers, almost like stardust suspended in liquid - not unlike your own magic.Â
With a little cheers in the air, you take your first taste.
A low moan erupts from the back of your throat. Never have you tasted anything so divine. Hints of rose and lavender, honeysuckle and almond, rose and hibiscus. But also something deeper, and tangier, a musk of dark earth and fresh rain. It tasted of desire and warmth, of friction and longing. The flavour overwhelms your senses, and becomes all-encompassing.Â
You take a second small sip. Another groan involuntarily passes your lips.Â
Then a third and fourth sip, both larger, more eager.
You take a fifth, and down the rest of your cup.
Now, in a frenzy, you refill the challis and drain it all in one gulp.Â
Again. And again. And again. It is as if you are in a trance, unable to stop yourself, needing to feel the sweet nectar pass your lips, and slide down your throat. The mesmerising liquid burns deliciously as you drink and drink and drink until the pitcher is empty.Â
As quickly as it had begun, it was over. With the pitcher empty, your desire to consume was gone. Your hands shake as you place the challis and pitcher back onto the tray. Your memories of what has just transpired are hazy. In one breath all memory of drinking the tea was gone. In the next breath, you remember it is family dinner. You quickly grab your bag and shuffle up to your room. Throwing the bag into the corner, you turn to the mirror to address your appearance. The dress you don is a light sea foam green, a slit running all the way up to your hip bone, and a low V neckline descending down almost to your navel. As it was currently winter in Velaris, you would need to change into some warmer clothes. As you reach around to unclasp your dress, you are suddenly hit with an intense feeling of warmth. Your face flushes and in the mirror you see sweat form at your temples. It lasts only for a second before your temperature begins to regulates, but it was enough to convince you to stay in the cooler summer garment. I must just be tired.Â
You head back out to the balcony ready to go meet your family. You leap off the ledge and as you enter a free fall, you sigh in relief, letting the chilled air cool you down as you let out a blissful sigh. You catch yourself on a cloud of starlight, pulling out of your free fall and making your way towards the River House.Â
You land just outside the border of the River House. As you pass through the boundary and up the front steps you are hit again with another wave of heat. This time it is stronger. You brace yourself on the handrail. Did I spend too much time in the sun? you pondered, thinking back on your time in the Summer Court. You had not spent more time than usual.Â
I must just be overtired from my long trip. Right as you reach this conclusion, the heat rapidly dissipates, returning your body to normal once again.
 There was no further time for contemplation as the front door swung open and Cassian comes into view. "Oh, mighty adventurer,â he mocks with a salute, âwelcome home!â He bellows loudly. You jump up the last two steps and he immediately pulls you in for a deep hug. Your face buries into the side of his neck. You had missed him dearly while you were away, but of course, you would never tell him that.Â
But, what starts as a friendly welcome home, quickly changes course.Â
Suddenly, the smell of sandalwood and crackling embers surrounds you, invading all of your senses. This was Cassianâs scent, something you smelt daily for 400 years, and have never thought twice about. But now all of a sudden, he is the only thing you want to smell. You huff in his scent and feel your body warm and tingle. Â What the hell? you cry internally. You know you should pull away. But instead, you have the irresistible urge to lick the thick, long column of his neck, and you nearly do. Thatâs not the only thing thatâs long and thick I want to be licking, you muse, and your core throbs. You have no idea what is happening. Cassian, Cassian, Cassian your mind repeats over and over. Lick him, bite him, claim him. You bite your lips, teeth surely drawing blood. Anything to keep your mouth from latching onto him. You need him. You take a shuddering breath, his scent dancing in your lungs as you-Â
Youâre pulled out of your twisted mind as Cassian adds, âNow, get the fuck inside before you catch your death.â
 You quickly pull away from the General and look down. You had forgotten that you were still in your summer attire. An outfit that while gorgeous was not equipped to handle the Velaris winter you were currently experiencing. You risk a glance back up to Cassian, he smiles gesturing inside the house. Luckily he didnât seem to notice the massive loss of judgement you had just experienced. You do not have feelings for Cassian. That much you know to be true, at least not anymore. Right? You reassure yourself once again that you must just be tired, that your brain was playing tricks.Â
You shake your head to clear your thoughts as you step through the door. You failed to notice how Cassianâs nose flared as you passed him.
â-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Everyone greats you as you enter the dining room. Luckily, your head seems to remain on straight, as no further desire of Cassian clouds your brain. Your brother and his wife offer you both a quick hug, with the promise to debrief tomorrow, you all take your seat at the dinner table. You have strategically placed yourself as far from Cassian as possible, sandwiched in between Feyre and Mor. You hear the chair across from you slide out and you look up to meet the shadowsingerâs eyes as he slips into the chair. You had not seen him when you arrived. But now you see him - more clearly than ever before.Â
He offers you a small smile. âHow was your visit to Summer, Y/N?â
You donât hear his question. You are too busy staring at his mouth. Plump lips, tinged slightly red from the cup of wine heâs been sipping out of. His tongue darts out, coating his lips in a glossy sheen. You wonder how those lips would feel against yours⊠against your breasts⊠against your core. You blink slowly, noticing his lips are still moving. Oh, the things those lips could do. Suddenly, you feel a hand squeeze your elbow. You yelp and turn to see Feyre grasping your arm.Â
âAre you alright Y/N?â She frowns softly, concern dancing in her eyes.Â
âP-perfectlyâ You mutter, blinking rapidly, looking anywhere but towards the shadowsinger.Â
âAre you sure? Azrielâs been trying to talk to you for a good minute.âÂ
âJ-just tired.â You assure them. âThink I spent too much time in the sun.â You raise your shoulders in a shrug, mumbling.Â
âIâm relieved to hear youâre not intentionally ignoring me,â Azriel quips trying to meet your eye once again.Â
âNever.â You say, still not meeting his eye, picking up your wine glass and drinking deeply. âNever.â
And itâs true. Normally, you would never ignore the shadowsinger. You had known him for over 400 years and loved him for 200. Being 80 years younger than your brother Rhys meant that you had grown up with the three of them as your primary moral figures. Rhys was your brother who acted like a father, Cassian your best friend, and Azriel your fiercest protector. And you loved them all for 200 years until something began to change. You had developed a crush on Cassian from an early age. With his broad and muscular chest, and his lushes locks, he sure knew how to make a female swoon. But he was your best friend, and that came first. Your bond with Azriel, now that was even more complicated. He had an uncanny way of being able to see you, to truly see all of you. You loved him as something more, something different than the infatuation you felt with Cass. You yearned for Azriel, and for a time you thought that maybe he desired you too.Â
But nothing ever came of it. Maybe it was because he had watched you grow up? Or perhaps it was because you were Rhyâs little sister? You didnât know. But youâve been a grown female for four mortal life cycles, and both of those excuses didnât hold any water as far as you were concerned.Â
After 150 years of you pining away while he pined away for your cousin, you finally thought he was seeing you as you are, the female who could obliterate enemies with a thought, the female who held the court together while Rhys was under the mountain, the female who was not just her brotherâs little sister, but an equal.Â
Then the Archerons arrived.Â
And you loved them all dearly. Feyre making your brotherâs heart sing, Nesta having Cassian wrapped around her little finger, and Elain. Elain, who was a gentle breeze on a warm night. A breath of fresh air amidst the fog. Elain. Who was gorgeous and talented and funny. And while you may have thought those things, so did Azriel. You could only assume as he never did confide in you, but his glances lingered. Yours lingered as well, but more so in appreciation, in lust. Not in love as you suspected the shadowsingerâs did.
And there she was now, sitting beside Azriel, looking perfect as always. Hair smooth and glossy. Eyes big and bright, the richest, most delicious shade of brown you had ever seen. A long slender neck and cleavage that heaved tight against her bodice with each breath, as if her milky flesh was a moment away from bursting-Â
The sound of breaking glass yanked you out of your lustful thoughts. You looked around for the source of the noise before you realize that it was you. Your wine glass once, in your hand was now in 100 pieces on the floor beside you, a small puddle of red wine at your feet.Â
âY/N/N are you alright?â Rhys had made his way towards you in the blink of an eye. He snapped his fingers and the glass, and the puddle of red disappeared. He leaned down to your height, pressing his palm to your forehead. âI think you might have a slight fever.âÂ
âIâm so sorry about the mess, I donât know where my mind went!â Yes, you do. â I think I must just be overtired.â You offer a tight smile. âToo much sun.â you offer as an excuse. Yes, too much sun and now youâre a delirious fool.Â
Rhys only nods fondly, âMaybe you should head to bed kiddo.â Youâre so eager to get out of there that you donât even snark back about him calling you a kid.Â
âGood idea.â You raise from your chair, and you feel the arousal that had been unknowingly collecting at your core, begin to coat your thighs. You had to get out of there before you were scented. Family dinner nights meant everyone was staying at the River House. Luckily for you, that meant you didnât have far to go. You turn and hightail it out of there, not noticing how the shadowsinger across from you holds his breath as you scurry away.Â
â----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Once you are up the stairs and out of sight, you kick off your shoes and run. You run down the hallway and around the corner to your chambers. You swing open the door and slam it shut behind you. Leaning against the wooden door, you take a shuddering breath. What is wrong with me?Â
You were no stranger to love and lust. But you had never had quite such a visceral reaction. For so many different fae. At the same time. You are hot all over now and it is as if there is fire in your veins. Your breath is shaky. You need to get a grip. Blinking hard, you make your way to the washroom, and fill the tub with icy cold water.Â
Your fingers grapple with the claps on the dress, fighting to release yourself. You give up, snapping your fingers, the dress disappearing, leaving you bare, and still burning. You sit at the edge of the tub before quickly sliding your feet below the surface. The shock of the cold hits your brain and for a moment you stop thinking. But it is not enough as you feel another wave of arousal dripping from your core. You know you are going to regret this, but you also donât know what will happen next if you donât. You take a deep breath and fully submerge your body. All you feel is cold. Alll you feel is ice. The fire under your skin tames. The lustful thoughts vanish. It is just you and the cold. Relief floods your bones as your face breaks the surface.Â
You lean your head against the rim of the tub, happy to be rid of your dirtiest thoughts. You lay in the cold water until the warmth of your body has rendered it tepid. You finally feel in control of yourself again. You heave your relaxed body out of the tub and wrap yourself in a fluffy white towel. Tucking the ends under your armpit, you move back into your bed chamber. The towel drops to the floor as you walk up to your wardrobe and pull on a simple silk nightgown, as dark as the night sky, dressing cool to avoid any future heat spells, hopefully.Â
You hastily scramble into bed and slide under your silk sheets. Exhaustion hitting you. You lay on your back, eyes closed as you slowly drift off to sleep. With not a single thought, your mind is finally quiet.
And then itâs back.Â
Heart hammering, your eyes fly open. Searing heat spreads through your entire body. Heat radiates from your core all the way to your fingertips. Your desire is bruning you from the inside. The heat wants to be fed, wants to consume.Â
Wants to be consumed.Â
Is it that simple? you ask yourself. Would self-pleasure finally rid you of this torment? It had been a few weeks since you had last found release, the time spent in Summer Court kept you too busy for simple pleasure. But it was not like you had not gone this long before, in fact, you had gone much longer and never with any issue. You craved the touch of another, but you suppose your body will hardly care where the pleasure comes from. Your nipples harden at the very thought. Decision made.Â
 Arousal is now weeping from your core as your thighs clench together. As if with minds of their own, your hands pull the sheets off your body, exposing your skin to the night air. Your nipples pebble even harder, straining deliciously against the silk of your nightgown. You palm one of your breasts, the action causing shockwaves of pleasure to roll through your body.Â
Your other hand comes up and palms the other, a strangled moan leaving your lips. Your fingers dance along your left breast and encircle your nipple over the glossy material of your nightgown. You were still too hot. You quickly pull the straps down your arms. As your nipples meet the cold air, you could weep with joy. Your hands, finally able to touch your bare skin ghost over the sensitive flesh before your fingers are quickly clamping around your left nipple in a tight pinch. Your thighs clench again, as your core pulses, as if with a heartbeat of its own. You give your nipple another delicious twirl.Â
Your other hand travels down and down and down until it reaches the hem of your nightgown. Without a moment's hesitation, you pull the material up to your waist. Your arousal coats your thighs, as your hand move closer to your core, fingers disappearing between your legs.Â
The moment your fingers touch your clit, your hips buck wildly, back straining off the bed. Your fingers swirl around it again and again and again, the friction causing strangled moans to escape your throat, hips thrusting up wildly.Â
Your skin gleams in the moonlight, the heat building inside of you. Your eyes screw shut in pleasure. This time as your hand swirls around your clit, your other hand, still clinging to your breast, gives your nipple a sharp torturous twist. Pleasure and pain unite and suddenly youâre shaking as release barrels through you, your orgasm so intense your whole body shakes as you ride wave after wave of pleasure.Â
As you come down from your high, your body trembles with exertion.Â
But it is not enough.
Breathing deeply, your hand, now coated in your juices slides back down between your legs, and this time, you slide two fingers inside. You thrust in and out sharply. Setting a torturous pace and your fingers sink deep into your cunt, curling expertly inside you. In a matter of moments, you are overcome with another orgasm. Again and again and again, you work your body to climax.
It is never enough.
Your body gives out sometime between the eighth and tenth orgasm, releasing you into a dreamless sleep.Â
â------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You awaken groggy, and unsure of your surroundings. The fog clears with a couple of blinks of your eyes and you realize you are in your bed at the River House. Looking down you see you are laid out, your nightgown askew and your thighs sticky.
And then it all comes flooding back.Â
How you pleasured yourself over and over again, the pace never relenting, just like the hunger for release did not relent. You had fucked yourself into oblivion.Â
But, it appears to have worked. Laying still you realise that your mind has returned to blissful silence once again. Finally free. No thoughts of lust or desire, just calm and slight confusion. Now more awake, you glance out the window and see that the moon is still high in the sky. It was late, but still a long way off until morning.Â
Confusion still runs through your bones. The intense need you felt earlier had come on so fast and strong, a hurricane of arousal. But it appears that the skies have now cleared, feeling content and more like yourself you huff and slowly sit up. Your stomach growls painfully, starved from the exertion and the lack of dinner. You could also do with a wash. Food first, you decide.Â
No one should be out and about the house at this hour, but just in case, you slip the nightgown over your head. The material is coated in your slick. Already ruined, you use the dress to clean up the arousal on your thighs. You refuse to think about how good the silken material feels against your inner thighs. You make your way to your dresser, and this time you pull out a pair of plain grey underwear and a long black t-shirt. The t-shirt fell down to your mid-thigh.Â
You make your way to the door and pry it open slowly, so as not to wake anyone else. Elain also has a room in this wing, and she was a notoriously light sleeper. You begin to pad down the hallway lightly, the marble cold against your bare feet. You feel a cold breeze wafting down the hall. Someone must have forgotten to close the balcony doors, you think. But then again, who would have opened the windows in the middle of winter? Snow had yet to fall, but the cool winter air had definitely arrived. More alert, you slowly make your way towards the open balcony doors, arms close to your sides, fists clenched.Â
Your arms lower immediately when you see who stands out on the balcony. You would recognize her shapely figure anywhere.Â
Elain stands with her back to you. She is wearing a blush-coloured pair of wide-legged pyjama pants,a shawl embroidered with flowers covers her shoulders. Her hair is unbound and glows like individual strands of gold. You feel your stomach tighten. She looks beautiful. You shake your head, trying to rid it of any other thought beyond concern. You gently rap your knuckles on the doorframe. Elain, still not fully tuned in to her new fae senses, jumps and spins around quickly. Her hand comes up to clutch onto her heaving chest. You could see her breath slow when she sees who it is, hand falling back down to her side.Â
You make eye contact with her, deep chestnut eyes meeting your own. And then her chest starts heaving again, and it takes all your strength to keep your eyes from wandering. You look up at the night sky instead.
âElain, honey what are you doing out here, youâll catch your death.â She looks at you nervously as you approach. Your feet tingle in protest at the cold stone beneath you.Â
âErm- nothing. I just needed some fresh air,â you reach for her hand. She laces her hand in yours, eyes squeezing shut, âand some quiet.âÂ
âBut it is-â oh. Oh no. She had heard you. Your cheeks flush scarlett as you try to pull away. âElain, I am so, so sorry. I didnât realize I was soâŠâ You trail off. Her hand tightens around yours, rooting you into place. Her fingers are frigid from being out here on the balcony for Cauldron knows how long.Â
âLoud.â She finishes your sentence. âThe walls are quite thin.â
âI am sorry Elain for disturbing your sleep. Iâm not sure what has come over me. It wonât happen again, I promise.â Are you happy with yourself? Poor, delicate Elain was awoken by the sounds of you touching yourself. Poor, gorgeous Elain had to escape outside in order to avoid hearing the sounds you made. Poor, delicious Elain- and oh did she look delicious. She wore a thin white camisole underneath her shawl. She wore no bra underneath, her nipples rock hard from the biting winter air. Oh how much you wanted to devour her.
You freeze again and fight against your mind. Not again. Not now. But it is Elainâs next words that have your lustful thoughts winning once again.Â
âI wasnât sleeping.â Elainâs eyes met yours again, darker, more intense. âYou, pleasured yourself for over 2 hours, did you know that?â Her sentence tumbled out. âTwo hours without stop. Two hours of sheer pleasure.â
âAgain, Elain I am so sorry but we should discuss this inside, weâll catch our deaths out hereâ. You go to pull her along with you, back into the warmth of the hallway. She releases your hand.
âI never have, you know.â Her voice sounded far away now, mind far away.
âNever what Elain?â
âNever-â She trails off again. You finally catch on, and the fire within your belly reignites.Â
âNever touched yourself?â She lets out a slight giggle at your question and looks down at her slipper-clad feet.Â
âNo, Iâve definitely tried to self-pleasure.â She shakes her head. âIn fact I tried just tonight, listening to you.â It is your cheeks that burn red hot now. You swallow deeply at her confession. Did she touch herself to the sound of you? âBut,â she continues, âIâve never been able to make myselfâŠreach completion. Never. I donât know if thereâs something wrong with me. I want to, gods do I want to. But, it just never happens.â Her voice shakes, and as she looks away again, you can see her eyes shining with tears. âI have been getting a lot closer with Lucien. I do think he is an honourable man.. Male, I mean. But I do not wish to saddle him with a mate who does not know what she is doing. He has lived centuries, and I do not even know how to please myself, never mind him.âÂ
âYou do not owe him anything, you know? There is nothing wrong with you, and if he is truly a good male, then he will not be bothered by any experience you do or do not have. There is so much more to a relationship than sex.â She is one of the most perfect creatures in existence. That male should be so very lucky for dirt under her shoes never mind anything else.Â
âI do know that. I do. But, I think this is something I have to do for myself first. Before I look towards a future with Lucien.âÂ
âWhat is it you need to do?â You lick your lips.Â
âI want to feel good like you made yourself feel.âÂ
âDo you want me to make you feel good, Elain?âÂ
âI want you to make me feel alive.âÂ
And then she is vaulting towards you, hands grasping your shoulders, and then her lips are on yours.Â
She tastes of jasmine and honey. A taste you never thought you would experience. But here she is, this perfect female, and Cauldron she was kissing you. Her plump, rosy lips are soft and firm. Her nails dig gently into your shoulders, and you can now smell her arousal, sharp and heady. Your core clenches in response. Your arms come around and encircle her waist, pulling her body tight against yours. You can feel her nipples against your own chest. She is freezing, and burning all at once.Â
The kiss ends and she pulls her lips away. Foreheads pressed together she looks at you through her brows. Your eyes meet and understanding passes through you. Your heads give a little nod, and she nods her own in response. Your hand finds hers and you gently pull her over to the corner of the balcony, to a long chaise lounge, the cold forgotten. She sits gently, legs swinging up onto the chaise, head tilting back, exposing the pale tender flesh of her neck. Her shawl falls off her shoulders. You now stand at the edge of the chaise, eying her up and down. You can feel the desire within you trying to surge, to consume. But you reign it in. This is not about you.Â
It is all about Elain. âLet me bring you back to life,â you say as you gently spread her legs, and crawl up in between them. You align yourself perfectly, foreheads touching once again. âIf anything is too much El, you let me know.â She nods again and tilts her head until her lips meet yours. The second kiss is slower, and more passionate. Her lips part and your tongue slides in, dancing upon hers.Â
After an eternity you separate, a thin trail of saliva connecting you. You pepper kisses to her cheek, her nose, and her chin, working your way down her throat until you arrive at the place just above her collarbone. Your lips clamp onto the sensitive flesh, and you hear Elain moan in response. It is music to your ears. As you lap at her neck, your fingers begin to trace down the length of her torso, eliciting sighs and pleasure. You run your fingertips gently down the valley between her breasts, down past her navel and along her hip bone, stopping at the hem of her camisole. Your mouth comes away and you make eye contact once again. Elain is in control, and you pause, waiting for her consent to continue.Â
âPlease.â Her breath is coming in quick pants as she begs. Your fingers grab the hem and Elain leans forward and lifts her arms. You make quick work of pulling it over her head, tossing it to the side. Her skin glows like the stars in the sky. Her large breasts are firm and aching to be touched.
Elainâs teeth clench at the exposure to the cold, but the moan that follows is enough to spur you on. Your mouth trails more kisses along her collarbone and down between her breasts. Elainâs hands wind into your hair, holding you close. You look up at her and wink, and then your lips enclose around one of her perfect, pert nipples. Elain lets out a breathy gasp at the sensation of your hot mouth upon her breast. Your tongue swirls around her peak, a chorus of gasps and moans spilling from Elainâs lips.
Your lips detach with a pop, and the cold air blows against the wet bud. Elain lets out another sharp gasp and she cries out âMore. Cauldron please, more!â Her chest is heaving. One of your hands comes up and cups her other breast, and you slowly slink down the chaise. Your tongue trails against her skin as it follows the same path your fingers had made, down between her breasts, all the way down to her navel. Your tongue swirls around it, the thin trail of saliva igniting Elainâs skin despite the cold. You continue your path down until your lips reach the hem of her pants. You breathe deeply. âYou smell so gods damned good El.â Her hands untangle from your hair and go to grab the hem of your shirt, you quickly stop her. âThis isnât for me El, this is all for you. Let me make you feel good.â Elain nods, briefly and her hands relent, moving up to cup her own breasts instead. You pull the tie on her pants gently and hook your thumbs into the waist. You see a patch of wetness on the crotch of her pants and your question is answered as you gently pull them down her legs. No panties.Â
Her pants and slippers are now discarded and you take a moment to drink her in. She is exquisite. Her hair lays around her like a halo of gold. Her skin shines as bright as a star. Her hands work her supple breasts and her eyes are lidded and dark with desire. Your eyes skim lower, to her round hips, thick and shapely. And then your eyes fall to the patch of dark curls above her core, and then further still to the glistening arousal coating her thighs as she squeezes them together.Â
You move up to capture her lips in yours once more before you drift lower again. Your hands grasp her thighs and you gently spread her legs. She is so beautiful. You bend her knees and they part, on either side of your head as your mouth approaches her sex. You blow a gentle breath across her clit, and you see her cunt pulse in response. âGods, Y/N, please. Please!âÂ
Your hands wrap tighter around her thighs and you taste her. The salty taste of arousal pulls a groan out of your own throat. Your tongue circles her clit, and one of her hands finds your hair again, and her hips buck in response. Her thighs clamp around your head, as you suck her clit hard. You pull her even closer, your tongue travels lower, and traces around her opening, before diving in. Thrusting your tongue in and out of her core, she is moaning your name like a prayer, hips gyrating against your face, fucking your tongue deeper inside of her. She rides your tongue hard, in a state of euphoria.Â
Breathless, you pull your mouth away and you move back up to her lips. âYou taste divine.â You say simply and then your lips are on hers again, and she is moaning from the taste of her own slick upon your tongue. One of your hands smooths gentle circles against her cheek. âStill with me?â you ask. She nods and catches your lips again. Your hand trails down her side, giving her hips a gentle squeeze before drifting through the thick soft curls guarding her core. Your hand slips between her legs as your fingers circle her clit. A new wave of arousal drips from her cunt as your hand moves further down. You hold her gaze as your finger slowly enters her. Her teeth clamp onto her bottom lip and she groans.Â
You start slow and quickly gain speed as her hips rock against your wrist. Meeting you thrust for thrust. You add a second finger and spread her deliciously. Fingers curl inside her, meeting the spongey flesh that makes Elain scream.Â
âOh, oh, gods, yes, yes,â you hear Elain gasp over and over again. You lower yourself back down as your other hand grips her pubic hair tight, your thumb goes to her clit, rubbing at a relentless pace and you watch her come undone.Â
She screams in such pleasure, again and again, her core clenches around your soaked fingers. Her juices squirt and coat your t-shirt-covered chest. You continue to circle her clit, extending her orgasm as long as possible. She comes down from her high, her pants slowing, and you withdraw your hands. You lean up and capture her lips with yours once more.Â
âAre you ok?â You ask. Looking into her eyes, you see they are alight with pleasure and joy.Â
âWhat does this mean?â Elain worries her bottom lip.Â
âIt doesnât have to mean anything El. This was about you finding yourself through pleasure.â
âGods, Y/N that was- that was perfectâ. A smile now shines brightly upon her lips. âThank you-â You cut off her thanks with another quick peck on her lips.Â
âDo not thank me Elain Archeron. Thank yourself for deciding to put your body and your pleasure first. If anything I should be thanking you for allowing me to come along on this journey with you.â Her smile is mirrored on your own face. âLucien is going to be a very lucky male, El. You are perfect in every way.âÂ
Sitting up now, she throws her arms around you, squeezing you tight. She pulls away and looks down at the dampness coating your shirt. âI was not aware women- I mean females could do such things.â She traces the dark stain slowly, running her fingers along the slopes of your breast.Â
âSome do,â you confirm, âif encouraged enough. Everyone is different, and I know that if you decide to, Lucien will worship everything about you.â She smiles again and pulls you in for another hug. You knew that this was not the start of a fling or romance with Elain. But instead, it had been a self-awakening, and she had allowed you to lead her through it. You were beyond honoured to help.Â
âBut how do you know that he- Lucien will like it. Like me.âÂ
âI have a confession of my own El.â You clear your throat, praying to the cauldron you werenât about to say the wrong thing. âLucien and I are about the same age. When we were growing up, we met on occasion at different events, and quickly developed a rapport.â Â Elain quirked a brow. âWe, well, we fucked. A lot.â Elainâs jaw drops. Your core clenches at the memories. Lucienâs mouth on yours, on your cunt. His member thrusting in and out of you, sloppiness and uncertainty turned to precision and strength as the years went on. You fight to tamper the flames of arousal within yourself. This is not the time or place. âWe were each other's firsts and we experimented over the years. But that was well over three and a half centuries before you were born. It was so long ago that I donât want you to think anything of it! We are friends now, have been for the last 300 years, nothing more, I promise.â And it was true.. The memories you had made together, were definitely special, cherished, and enough to turn your crank some days, but the actual male, was your friend and was now mated to another. âWhat I am trying to say, is that I can guarantee that you are everything he will ever desire.â
âMe and Lucien both lost our virginity to the same female?â she questions finally. You nod, eying Elain again. Hoping beyond hope that she does not take the news badly. To your surprise, she begins to chuckle, which turns into a cackle, which turns into a full-body fit of laughter, and you find yourself joining in. You both laugh and laugh while holding each other close. Eventually the fit winds down and with a few last giggles, Elain sighs, âIâm not sure why, but it seems very fitting.â You hum in agreement.
Elainâs eyes drooped in relaxation and exhaustion and she lays her head on your shoulder.Â
The next moments happen in a blur. You help her to her feet, gather her clothes and you both make the quick, and risky walk back into the hall and into her chambers. Luckily the hallway is empty.Â
You sit her on the bed and start a fire. Heading to her bathing chamber, you wet a cloth with warm water. Returning to find Elain still perched on the edge of her bed, you gesture for her to lean back. She obliges and you begin to cleanse her skin gently. Nothing save for respect and adoration floats between you now. You tuck her naked body gently under the covers and kiss her forehead. Swiping your thumb against her cheek you whisper softly, âGood night El. Sweet dreams.â
Her eyes crack open and you hear her mumble, âAre you sure you donât want me to try-âÂ
 You shush her. âThis was a big moment for you El. I expect nothing in return.â She smiles again deeply.Â
âThank you, Y/N. Thank you for helping me find myself.â With that, Elain drifts off to sleep and you head out the door and back to your own chambers.Â
â------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Back behind the closed door of your room, you stand frozen. The last few hours of your night running through your head. From the moment you arrived at the River House, something was different. You were different. Less⊠restricted. Youâd felt no such feelings while away in the Summer Court. Your mind races, searching for an answer but coming up short.Â
It was then that your stomach let out a loud growl. You missed dinner. You had been on your way to the kitchen when you encountered Elain. You scoff at yourself and your forgetfulness. You pull the shirt stained with Elainâs juices over your head, letting it join your previously discarded nightgown on the floor. Your panties were damp, but with the way the evening was progressing, you figured youâd end up just soaking another pair later, and opted to keep them on. Strolling over to your wardrobe for the third time tonight, not bothering with another shirt or nightdress, you pull on a simple grey robe. The material is thin but warm, enough to reheat your body after your outdoor escapade.Â
Feet still bare, you head back out into the hallway and slowly pad down the empty corridor. You make it halfway down the stairs before you hear it.Â
âAre you going to be a good boy, for me?â a femaleâs voice floats from the kitchen. You grip the railing and take a fractured breath.Â
âYes, my Lady. I promise Iâll be such a good boy.â Your core clenches as you recognize the low gravelly voice. For Cauldonâs sake. You should turn away, head back upstairs and forget the words you had just heard coming from the kitchen. But some unknown force, the same force that had emboldened you all night, urges you forward. Each step has your stomach clenching in anticipation.Â
Eventually, you arrive at the threshold to the kitchen and your jaw drops.Â
In the centre of the room sits Cassian, arms tied behind him to the back of his chair. His wings flare lightly to the sides. He is dressed in nothing but a pair of black undershorts. His bare back is to you, muscles rippling as he squirms, testing the limits of his bindings.Â
On the counter is Nesta. You take in her figure and decide that they do indeed call her the Lady Death for a reason. Nesta lays atop the counter, body barely covered by a tight blood-red nightgown, garters on her thighs and red stilettos on her feet. Her hair is twisted into a crown of braids. She lays on her side, head propped up on her hand. In from of her sits a bowl of strawberries. Her hand dances above the bowl before plucking a strawberry from the pile. She brings it to her lips, tongue darting out to taste the berry. Staring into Cassianâs eyes she takes a bite. You and Cassian gasp in unison.Â
Nestaâs head jerks in your direction and her steely eyes lock on yours. Caught in your act of voyeurism, you want to look away, look anywhere but at the female, shame should be bubbling through your veins. But it isnât. You feel no shame. Only desire. Desire spreads through your body, a familiar feeling over the last few hours. Your cunt pulses with every second you stand there, rooted in the doorway, staring at the scene in front of you.
âWho is it Nes?â Cassian questions, trying to gauge his mateâs response to their intruder. You know he could break his binds easily if necessary. Something glimmers in the eldest Archeronâs eyes. Her nostrils flair and her lips quirk in a smirk.
âIâm surprised you canât smell her yet.â Nesta answers, pushing herself up and into a seated position. You can see Cassianâs back shift as he takes in a deep breath.Â
âY/N.âÂ
Fuck. They can smell your arousal.Â
âIâm sorry for the intrusion,â you have no idea where the sudden confidence has come from and you surprise yourself as you continue, âI seem to have interrupted a late-night snack.âÂ
The two mates lock eyes again, a whole conversation happening without words. Nesta eventually breaks the stare and returns her eyes to yours. âYouâre looking a bit peckish yourself Y/N. Youâre welcome to join us.â Mother above. âCome,â Nesta holds her half-eaten strawberry out towards you, âcome have a bite.â Your gut tightens.
Your feet move before your brain can fully process what you are doing. It takes you 10 steps to pass Cassian, still tied to the chair, and another 3 to reach Nestaâs outstretched fingers. She parts her thighs so that your body can slide in between them. You gasp as her hand comes up to grasp your chin. Your legs tremble as Nesta leans in and whispers, âyou are hungry, arenât you?â
âStarved.â You manage to choke out.Â
The tension is palpable as Nesta brings her strawberry up to your mouth. She traces the bow of your lips with the strawberries dripping flesh. âOpen.â She commands. You do as youâre told and you take a bite of the tender fruit, its juice dancing on your tongue. It is Cassian now who lets out a low groan. In a moment you are flooded with sandalwood and lust as Cassianâs arousal hits your nose, and surges throughout the room, mixing with your own. You finally look over to the Illyrian, and what you see makes you hold your breath. A male who normally exudes strength, the General and Commander of your brotherâs armies, Lord of Bloodshed, reduced to a squirming mess. Lust glows in his eyes and he looks from Nesta to you.Â
âWhat do you think General?â Cassian squirms again at the use of his title. âI think she is still hungry, donât you agree?â He lets out a low whine and his hazel eyes lock back on yours, both a reflection of lust and desire.Â
âWhat do you say, Y/N?â he asks, voice low. The innuendos vanish as he probes you for further confirmation. He is making sure you are truly consenting to join in on whatever this was. You lied to yourself when you were shocked by your lust for Cassian earlier this evening, as you did in fact find him incredibly attractive, only more so now that he was entirely whipped by the bewitching Lady Death. It took you less than a second to answer him, the desire you had walked hand in hand with all evening flaring within you.
 âYes,â you say.Â
Nestaâs hand curls more firmly against your chin, turning your head back to hers. âDelectable,â she says. And then her lips are ghosting yours, breath mingling as your eyes flutter shut. You feel her tongue trace the same path of the strawberry, up and around the bow of your lips, and sweeping across the small gape of your mouth.Â
Your hands instinctively come up to encircle her waist.Â
Nestaâs lips leave you immediately, and you feel her arm reach down and give you a sharp smack on your ass. The sounds reverberate through the kitchen. You let out a hiss and your eyes fly open. âUnh unh kitten, no touching,â Nesta says, as she pulls your arms back down to your sides âdonât make me punish you.âÂ
Youâre pretty sure your eyes roll into the back of your head at her words, and your thighs clench as wave after wave of desire crashes in you. âYes, my Lady,â you murmur back. You hear Cassian let out another low groan as he shifts in his chair.Â
âThereâs a good kitten,â Nesta smiles, ânow why donât we give the General a little treat.â You hum in response. Nesta spins you around so that your back now falls against her. Your head falls into the crook of her neck as you eye Cassian once again. He looks up at the two of you through hooded eyes. You tilt your head slightly to the side and inhale Nestaâs scent of steel and pomegranate. âI want you to ride his thigh,â she says and the world stops for a moment. You stop breathing and youâre sure that Cassian does the same. Are you really about to do this with your best friend? The step forward you take is answer enough. Youâre only another foot away from the Illyrian when Nestaâs voice rings out from behind you again, âOh, and kitten,â you can hear the smirk in her voice, âdrop your panties.âÂ
âYes, Lady.â You reach under your robe and slowly slide your panties down your legs. You can see the dark patch made by the arousal now coating your thighs. Panties on the floor, the room is awash with a new wave of your potent arousal. Another low growl tears through Cassianâs lips.Â
Cassian sits with his legs spread. His thighs are thick and muscular, the tanned skin shifting as you approach. Now standing in front of him, you quickly shift so that one of your legs is on either side of his left leg. Using his shoulders for leverage, you slowly lower yourself down onto the Generalâs thigh. The heat of his leg causes your breath to hitch. Cassian whimpers as the juices from your bare cunt weep onto his leg. You begin to move then, slow torturous gyrations as you get a feel for the large corded muscle beneath you. As your core soaks the Generalâs leg, you begin to pick up speed, rocking back and forth as the pleasure builds.Â
âGood girl.â Nesta approaches you from behind. âIsnât she being such a good Kitten, General?âÂ
âMhm,â Cassian grunts, âso good.â His breath is coming out in pants, just as forceful as your own.Â
âAnd Kitten, isnât the General being such a good boy?âÂ
âSuch a good boy,â you squeak out, your clit rubbing against his muscle.Â
âI think he deserves a little treat.â From behind you, Nesta reaches between you and Cassian and palms his engorged member, straining painfully in his underwear. Cassian bellows in relief at the touch. Nestaâs fingers dip below the hem of his shorts and pull them down. Cassianâs cock springs free, slapping his stomach. His cock is massive and rock-hard. Long, and girthy with thick veins running along his shaft, his tip a dusky pink. It pulses in time with your ruts against his leg. Your nails dig into the soft flesh of his shoulders as your pupils blow wide with lust. Nesta pumps his shaft once, then again in rapid succession before her hand releases her mate's member. The General whines at the loss of contact, rutting up into the air, desperate for friction, precum gathering at his tip. You donât dare indulge him without permission from your Lady Death, but your cunt throbs at the thought of punishment.
Nestaâs hands now travel to your body. Her nails graze up your thighs, against your curved hips, and up to your shoulders. She squeezes them gently before her hands travel further, up your neck and into your hair, brushing it all to one side. Her mouth lowers to your neck and she licks a long strip up your sweat-soaked flesh. She hums in delight at the taste, nuzzling the crook of your neck as she whispers into your ear. âDo you like looking at your best friendâs cock, kitten?âÂ
You let out a breathy moan, not able to form any words as you ride the Generalâs thigh into oblivion. Nesta tuts and her hands grip your hips painfully, stopping the delicious friction. It was your turn to whine in protest, core aching at the loss. âUse your words kitten.âÂ
âYes.â you whine, as you try to regain momentum. Nesta squeezes your hips harder.
âYes, what.â Her tone is sharp.Â
âYes, Lady.â And then you are free again, hips moving wildly as you chant Yes, Yes, Yes.Â
âGood kitten.â Lady Death places a kiss at the corner of your mouth. âYouâve seen his. Now itâs your turn to show us yours.â With that, her hands descend between you and the General once again, travelling to the tie at your waist. With a sharp tug, the rope comes loose, and your robe opens. Your nipples harden at the exposure.Â
Cassian groans and the tip of his cock weeps at the sight. Your breasts rock back and forth in time with your thrusts. Cassian pulls on his restraints, desperate to touch them, to touch you. âPlease.â He moans. The General bucks into the air again and again, âPlease, Please Lady, Pleaseâ.Â
Your hips gyrate faster, and you feel your release approaching. Nesta, still behind you, leans down and bites the lobe of your ear. âCome for me, kitten.âÂ
And then you are toppling over the edge. Your orgasm rips through you and you scream in delight. The General is right behind you, wings flaring and release thundering as he cums all over your chest. Your hips do not slow as you ride out every wave of pleasure. The three of you were so lost in the moment you had not heard the approaching footsteps.
âWhat the Fuck is this?âÂ
Your hips still, and from your position on Cassianâs lap, you open your eyes gaze dragging over the tips of his wings and to the doorway.Â
And there stands Azriel, shadows swarming around him in a frenzy.Â
âAz.â you croak, voice horse from screaming. The look of astonishment and anger in his eyes have you trying to stand up, to go to him and try to explain, but Nesta keeps a firm pressure on your shoulders, keeping you astride her mate. Confusion runs through you as you look up to meet her eyes, and youquickly understand her actions.
Cassianâs wings currently shielded your naked body, now dripping in his cum from Azrielâs view. As if in understanding, Cassianâs wings flare a little wider, ensuring full coverage of his mate and yourself.
âBrother,â Cassian replies, trying to keep the fucked out tone from his voice, âI do believe youâve caught us at a bad time.âÂ
âY/N? What sort of sick-, Why would you-, You know I-, Y/N, really Cass?â Azriel tries to form a coherent sentence.Â
Itâs Nesta that responds. âShe is not your property, shadowsinger. You do not own her.â
âYou took advantage of h-â Azriel roars.Â
You roar right back.Â
âI wanted this Azriel! I wanted this with every fibre of my being. All three of us chose to be here. Nesta is right, you do not own me. We are three consenting adults. The only one who has no right to be here right now is you.â Your gaze pierces his, and you can see the hurt on his face. âNow, get out,â you spit, and he disappears into his shadows without another word.Â
With the shadowsinger gone, Cassianâs wings lower, and your head falls to rest on his sweaty chest. "Well, fuck me." Cassian grunts, his nose burying into your hair. You feel his chest rise and fall, the powerful thumps of his heart slowing with your own.Â
âI believe she just did, my dear mate.â Nesta muses, she slinks around the pair of you, coming up behind Cassian, and resting her head on his other shoulder. Your mixed arousal hangs heavy in the air, a reminder of the dalliance that had played out in the kitchen of the River House.Â
You want more. You want to feel Cassâs lips upon your own. You want to lick the sweat down his pectorals and taste the cum that was now pooling between your breasts. You wanted to feast upon Lady Death herself, and to have her feast upon you, to feel her sharp tongue against your cunt. This new development in your relationship felt natural. It felt right. You wanted to spend hours exploring the line between pleasure and pain, exhilaration and humiliation, domination and submission. You want more, and you can see in their eyes that they want more too.Â
But the tone has shifted, and you have Azriel to thank for that.Â
You sit up straight and push your wobbly legs up into a standing position. Cassian hisses as the air blows across the cooling slick left behind on his thigh. âY/N,â he mumbles, âthat was-â
âIncredible,â you finish for him, âthat was pretty damn incredible.â You pull your robe closed and retie the stay at your waist. Nesta leans down and unties the bindings on her mate's wrists, he too rises to a standing position, retucking his spent cock into his underwear. Nesta slides her arm through his and the mates regard you appreciatively.Â
âI hope you donât-â, Nesta trails off, words like glue in her mouth, âhave any regrets?âÂ
âNever,â you confirm. âMy only regret is that we were interrupted.â You stare at the small smile that replaces the concern on Nestaâs features. You lean up and give them both a kiss on the cheek. âGood night my Lady. Good night Generalâ. You stand back and give them a wink, âLetâs do this again soon, yeah?âÂ
Come daylight, there would likely be some serious conversations to be had. But that could wait. For now, you turn on your heels and make your way back to the stairs.Â
âWeâll see you soon, kitten.âÂ
â--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
-Azriel-
Azriel winnows himself out into the estate gardens. His mind races and his shadows swarm, blocking out the light of the moon. His scarred hands are shaking, and with horror, rage or sadness he is unsure.Â
Cassian and Nesta⊠and Y/N?Â
He is baffled by what he saw transpiring in the kitchen.Â
He had been out on an after-dinner patrol and had arrived late into the night. He was used to the carnal activities of his brother and his mate and was keen on ignoring their sounds of pleasure when an unfamiliar cry of indulgence had piqued his interest. A third? he had wondered. But as his morbid curiosity had propelled him forward, he had realized that the new voice was not unfamiliar in the slightest. It was the voice of all his desire. The voice that had lived in his mind and in his dreams for the last 250 years. He reached the threshold to the kitchen and his worst nightmare was confirmed.Â
There had sat Cassian with his back to him, hands tied to the chair behind him. Nesta stood in front of him, a devilish grin on her face as she watched the events unfold. And there, saddled between the two, was Y/N. Her eyes closed, she violently rocked back and forth atop Cassian. He could not see what was happening in its entirety from behind his brotherâs wings, but he could smell the heady scent of arousal oozing from every pore of the trios' bodies.Â
Azriel had watched Nesta lean over and whisper something in Y/Nâs ear.Â
And then Y/N and Cassian were coming undone. Azriel stood, unable to move as he watched the female he loved, cum atop his brother. He couldnât take it.
âWhat the Fuck is this?â The question tore out of his throat before he could stop it.Â
And then you had opened your eyes and whispered his name, and for a moment he allowed himself to imagine what it would have been like to be in Cassianâs place. To have felt you come undone for himâŠon himâŠwith him.Â
But she hadnât been with him. Y/N had chosen his brother and his brotherâs mate of all the Fae in the Gods damned Court. He could not recollect the words he had spoken after that, anger and despair had blinded him. He was going to be sick.Â
He shoots up into the sky and heads to the House of Wind. He needs to be away from them all so that he doesnât do anything else he would regret. His wings flap hard and fast, the cold air slicing against their membranes painfully. Good, he thinks to himself. He lands on the balcony at the House of Wind too soon, and he drops hard onto the marble floor. He needs to hit something so that he doesnât hit his brother in the face.Â
Azriel stalks his way through the dining room with the intent of heading up to the sparring ring, when a shadow curls around his ear. Stop, it whispers, not right. The table. Azriel whirls back around and surveys his surroundings. His eyes narrow in on the table. On the table sits a book, likely left by Nesta, and the tray Lucien brought. The tray that holds the love potion. Correction, the tray that held the love potion. Azriel seizes the pitcher off of the tray. Empty. His mind races once again. Who would have taken it? Why not take the whole tray, the pitcher at the very least? Maybe, Cerrdiwen or Nuala dumped it out? No, they havenât been up here today. Azriel has no idea what is going on.
His nose twitches as it perceives a faint scent. He turns back to the tray inspecting it closely. The jug and challis were bone dry, with not a drop of the elixir left. The note was long gone, burned to ash by his brother upon Lucienâs arrival earlier this evening. He turns his eyes then to the rose. The rose, which upon further inspection housed thorns coated in a thin layer of dried blood.Â
Y/Nâs blood.Â
Y/N who was been at the Summer Court until right before dinner,Â
Y/N who had missed the discussion about the contents of the pitcher,Â
Y/N who had likely stopped by the House of Wind to drop off her bags before joining the family at dinner.Â
Y/N, who he had just been riding Cassian into oblivion.Â
âFuck.âÂ
â-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
-Y/N-
You once again find yourself leaning against your bedroom door.Â
âWhat the glorious fuck was that?â you ask aloud, letting out a nervous chuckle. You had just participated in a three-sum with your best friend and his mate. Your best friend and his mate. Cassian and Nesta. The General and his Lady Death.Â
The names alone make you shiver.Â
The memory of your core ground against Cassianâs well-muscled thigh, Nesta whispering sin in your ear makes you clench your teeth, and your thighs. You let out a frustrated moan. This lustful hunger just wonât LEAVE, and the chance of further ministrations was halted by that winged fuck, Azriel. Azriel, whose eyes you had held as you road out your climax. Azriel, who had looked devastated as he saw you astride his brother. Had he been devastated? You wondered, or disappointed.Â
He has no right to be disappointed in anything that you do. He held no claim to your body, or to your heart. Well, he held no claim to your body and if he had known about the space he occupied in your heart, after all this time, and still had not acted upon it, well then he did not deserve even a sliver of the adoration you felt. Let him be disappointed, it was none of your concern.Â
He was none of your concern. Not his thoughts of your activities, nor his distaste for your actions. His glowing eyes did not deserve to behold you. His plush lips did not deserve to taste you. His rough fingers did not deserve to slip below the waistline of your panties, and-Â
Another frustrated groan tears through your throat as your knees quake, thighs snapping together, desperate for friction. You push off the door with a huff, walking towards your bathroom. You need to wash Cassianâs seed off of your body. You undo the tie at your waist and allow the now cum stained garment to join the others on the floor. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remember that you had had panties on when you entered the kitchen. You can only hope that Nes and Cass had grabbed them during clean-up.Â
You draw yourself another ice-cold bath and submerge yourself fully. The cold water distracts your mind as you scrub your body and hair. Once you are thoroughly cleansed, you step out of the tub, wrap yourself in a fresh towel and you make your way back to your damn wardrobe. You pray to the Cauldron that this is your last outfit change of the night. You pull out a blue pyjama set with tight but pliant shorts and a cropped camisole. Not bothering with undergarments you quickly pull your clothes on and flop onto the bed.Â
You pull the covers up to your chin, mind blissfully blank from the cold bath⊠Until those glowing hazel eyes and sensuous lips hurtle around the walls of your mind. You think of his toned chest, glistening with sweat in the sparring ring, the curve of his wings as he holds himself with deadly precision. His intoxicating scent of night-chilled mist and cedar is almost upon your tongue as you imagine what it would be like for the shadowsinger to interrogate you like one of his prisoners. Cauldron boil me. Your hand travels to the hem of your shorts, and then lower still to your already slick slit. Your fingers easily find your swollen clit, and begin to swirl around it delectably. Your other hand comes up to palm your breast, when suddenly you hear a knock at your door.Â
Your fingers still.
You donât answer, hoping that the nuisance will get the hint. You hear another sharp knock at the door, followed by a muffled voice. âY/N, please let me in. Itâs important.â The slight rise in his tone, has you muttering a quick âenterâ. The door swings open and the shadowsinger slinks in, a fae light bobbing behind him.
His nose is immediately overwhelmed with scent. The heady scent of your arousal was emanating from every surface in the room. It was intoxicating the spymaster, your scent driving him to the edge of his wits.
An edge he is quickly pulled back from as he smells his brotherâs scent intermingling, as well as the scent of another, Elain. He eyes the pile of soiled clothing on the floor, the evidence that confirms his suspicions. âGods, Y/N.â He clears his throat. âI know you were not feeling yourself tonight, but-â he starts. Your eyes widen in surprise.Â
âIncorrect shadowsinger,â you stare at him, âI feel more myself than I ever have. Just more-â
âFree of inhibition?â he supplies.Â
âSuppose I was. What concern is it of yours?â Your lips purse.
âI figured you deserve to know what was happening.â Azriel moves to your bed, sitting on the edge. He reaches into the pocket of his leathers and produces a single crumpled red rose. All of a sudden forgotten memory floods your mind. A pitcher full of plum-coloured starlight. The burn of it on your lips, down your throat. You remember drinking and drinking until there was nothing left. The urge you felt to drink, warped and resurged as the desire for Elain, for Cassian and Nesta, and for Azriel. Your hand twitches at the thought, fingers still primed over your clit.Â
âSo what was that mystery beverage, you all so lovingly forgot to label?âÂ
Azriel snorts before replying, âAffectus Revelare.â
âNo shit?â Bewilderment shines in your eyes.
âItâs a love potion of sorts-âÂ
âIâm well aware of its side effects.â And you were, having heard stories of its potency from your brother. âI had just never seen it in person.âÂ
Azriel huffs, trying hard to keep his face void of emotion. âIâd assume then that you know that any intense feelings of pleasure you acted upon while under its influence, were no fault of your own.âÂ
âLet me make one thing absolutely clear, Azriel.â Your voice cut like glass, eyes as sharp as steel. âAnything I did tonight, I did because I wanted to. The bullshit spell does nothing but bring to the surface feelings I already have. I have no regrets about what I have done or will do tonight.â Azriel looks as though he is swallowing a mouthful of marbles.Â
âRight,â he hastily stands, âI suppose now that you are feelingâŠbetter, I should probably let you get some sleep.â He treads to the door, head low, shadows tight against his silhouette.Â
You should let him go, let you both stew overnight, and then try talking again. It is the smart thing to do. In spite of that, you curse your horny mouth as it opens and words fly out, âWho says Iâm feeling better?âÂ
He freezes two paces from the door. Whipping around to face you again, his eyes are alight with panic. You pull your stilled hand out of your shorts and sit up. The blanket pools at your waist, your puckered nipples on full display from underneath your shirt. Your hand, still coated in your slick shines under the fae light. He looks from your face to your chest, to your sex-slicked hand and back again. He blinks and his nostrils flare, likely scenting the new wave of arousal that was coursing through your veins.Â
In a flash he is back at your bedside, the back of his hand coming up and resting on your forehead. He is mumbling to himself. Cauldron, heâs having more mood swings than I am. âCare to share what the Hell youâre doing Azriel?âÂ
âIt must have been laced with something else,â he grimaces, âanother tonic or elixir maybe. Something to increase potency,â he swallows. âDid you⊠finish when you were in the kitchen?â
âYou were there, Az⊠You saw me⊠You know I did.â
âWell, itâs not a matter of your partner reaching completion. If Elain and Cassian both-â
You were unnerved that he knew about Elain as well. âAz, what are you trying to tell me?â
âMaybe you need to, erm, try again? Or perhaps, it is Nesta and not Cassian you truly desire? Perhaps if you-âÂ
âAzriel. Stop with your nonsense ramblings.â
âNo, Y/N. You donât understand! Something must be wrong. Your desires should be satiated by now. Once you bedded the true object of your affection, the potion was supposed to wear off.â His eyes met yours, and you could see that his mind was running a mile a minute. He was still upset, but now concern sat at the front of his mind.Â
âI assume you tried with Elain first, and when that didnât relieve your symptoms, you finally gave in to your basal instincts and realized it was Cassian, not Elain you truly desired.â Anger clouded your vision as he continues to spew utter garbage. âBut you should be feeling better after your session in the kitchen. I should wake Rhys, perhaps he-â
You vault up to a kneeling position, shoving him with both hands. He staggers back a step.
âThe hell you will! Do. Not. Wake my brother. What would be your plan for that anyways? âOh Rhys, wake up! Your sister canât stop fucking the other members of your Court! Oh please Rhys, come and get your little sister under control before she gets her horny over us allâ Ya, great plan Az.â Your eyes are burning with rage now, and your cunt pulses with a heartbeat of its own. You were yelling and you couldnât make yourself stop. âEven so, everything I did tonight was something everyone involved consented to. There was no primal urge forcing me to finger fuck myself for hours, to fuck Elain, to ride Cassian. It was me. I wanted those things, and they wanted them too. And it was beautiful and passionate, and intense. I desired them all, hell I still do.â You take a deep breath. âBut, did you, even for one second use your tiny brain to think that maybe Elain or Cassian or Nesta arenât the dominant object of my affection? You stupid Illyrian brute.âÂ
âWhoâs left Y/N? Who? Who could it possibly be? Amren? Lucien?â Azrielâs hands fist into the blankets on your bed, his shadows flying, his words disjointed as his mind canât stop racing. He doesn't notice that he too is now yelling. âOh, itâs Lucien, isnât it? I know you used to fuck but come on-â
âIT'S YOU, YOU INSOLENT ASSHOLE.âÂ
Time stops as you watch the shadowsingerâs mask crack. You see a hundred different emotions ripple across his face, joy, wonder, thrill and love? But then you also see, confusion, anger, jealousy, betrayal, sorrow, and disgust. âY/N,â he whispers, voice horse and cracked, âY/N, you donât want me- you canât want me.âÂ
âFor Cauldronâs sake Azriel, I have loved you for the last two centuries! I wept and pined for you as you obsessed over Mor, and then I agonized over you as your affection turned to Elain. Not that I can blame you-â
âI have no interest in Elain.â He declares, eyes locked on yours. âI never did.â
âBullshit.â You snort, âIâve seen the way you stare at her, the way you follow her around-âÂ
âI stared because you stared, Y/N. I followed because you followed. Elain is lovely, but it was you, not I, who obviously fell for her charms.â Â
You are at a loss for words now. Your jaw twitches. What does this mean? He wasnât watching Elain. He doesnât love Elain. Your entire body felt aflame. Sweat was gathering at the base of your neck leaving your hair damp. You wanted to combust, thigh trembling at this admission. Your nipples are taut, pressing tightly against your top. Your breath is shaky, âWhat are you telling me Azriel?âÂ
âI-I, okay look,â Azriel grinds his teeth, âIt doesnât matter. What Iâm telling you is that you are mistaken. It is not me you want.â He takes a step closer to you, his knees grazing the edge of your bed.
âOh, Iâm mistaken?â You lift yourself higher on your knees, edging closer to the Illyrian in front of you.
âYes.âÂ
You can feel his breath on your face.Â
âThen prove it.âÂ
His lips crash down onto yours. The kiss is hard and rough, but his lips are as soft as velvet. His hands are at your waist, and he is pulling you up until you are flush with his chest. You gasp, and Azrielâs tongue surges forward into your open mouth, dominating your tongue with his own. Your hands snake up to his hair and pull hard at his black curls, bringing his body even closer to yours.
You pull both of your bodies back towards the bed, lips never separating. You work to unfasten his leathers, as you do. Agile fingers make quick work, and soon his chest is bare and heaving, his tattoos stark against his skin under the fae light. Tiny scars dance across his torso as his muscles ripple, and he pulls you to the head of the bed. He kneels above you now, one knee between your legs, hands resting on either side of your head as he braces himself. He begins to pull away from the kiss, so you nip his lip, a shrill whine leaving your throat. A bead of bright red blood wells on his lip. His eyes open, and you see that his pupils are blown wide. He watches your tongue dart out to lick the crimson ichor. His mouth clashes with yours once again, his body pinning you to the bed, as the coppery tang of blood mixes in your mouths. The elixir in your veins sings at the taste of his blood. Him. The very taste you craved.Â
You roll your hips against him and you can feel the bulge in his pants. Azriel growls, and he brings a hand down to your hips to halt your movements. His hand then travels up your body, leaving a burning trail up to the edge of your shirt. His hand stills for but a moment and you lift your back off of the bed in answer. Your lips separate once more as his hands pull the thin material up and over your head. He beholds your naked flesh as if he were a male damned to the gallows. As if you would be the last sight he sees. You hear him mutter under his breath, a plea or a prayer, but you canât quite make it out.Â
âAz.âÂ
He unleashes himself on you.Â
His lips devour yours, a battle of teeth and tongues. His mouth moves down your neck, leaving hard wet kisses in his wake. He reaches the crook of your neck, mouth suckling your skin. His teeth brush the bruise that is forming there. And then he is clamping his teeth into your flesh. The force of the bite makes your body tremble. The sharp pain causes a scream to rip through your lungs, your hands fly up to grasp his shoulder blades, your nails shredding against his skin. The pain fades to a deep throb, pulsing in time with your needy cunt.Â
Your neck stings as his mouth pulls away. He offers you a smirk and you can see your blood in his mouth. Heâs on you again, lips trailing down your collarbone to the valley between your breasts. His tongue trails lazy strokes against your dewy flesh before his lips clamp around one of your pert nipples. He groans at the taste of your flesh, his tongue flicking against it. You let out a shriek of ecstasy, your hips bucking up against his groin. You thrust against him, desperate for friction. His hand gives your other breast a rough squeeze in response.Â
âPlease Az. I need you.â You were gasping the words, stuttering with every hard suck, âI need you inside me. Now.âÂ
 His lips leave your breast with a diabolical pop. âPatience, little one.â A small smile graces his lips, âNot until Iâve tasted your sweet cunt.âÂ
The weight of his body leaves you, but before you can question him, you feel two strong hands clamp around your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed. Azrielâs thumbs hook into the waistband of your shorts, and they quickly join the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.Â
You lay completely bare before him. He spreads your legs, and he falls to his knees, eyes in line with your dripping cunt. Your arousal has seeped down your thighs and to the bedsheets below. He utters your name in worship as he lowers his mouth to your core.Â
He feasts like a man starved, drowning in your arousal as your thighs clamp around his head, your core pulsing with the need to be filled. His tongue flicks against your clit, sending shockwave after shockwave of pleasure through you. His scarred hands clamp around your thighs as he pulls you impossibly closer. His tongue thrusts into your hole and you see white. You are so close to the edge, so close to climax.
âAz-. Az! Please, Please Cauldron, please. Iâm close.â Youâre moaning, pulling at his hair to make him look up at you. âPlease, I want to cum with your inside me.âÂ
His fingers lessen their grip, and his mouth leave your sex. His lips are glistening with your juices, as his hands travel to the buckles at his thigh, removing the sheath containing Truth-Teller, next he works the ties of his boots and pants, both are quickly discarded. With a tug of his undershorts, the Spymaster of the Night Court stands before you in all of his glory, and he is magnificent.Â
His cock throbs against his stomach as he watches you watch him. He fists his rock-hard length and he looks at you with a question burning in his eyes, giving you a chance to turn him away. But you need him, you burn for him.Â
âI need you inside of me Azriel.â You can feel the head of his cock brush against your folds, your head falling back and you whine at the contact, âFuck me. Gods fuck me.â His cock rubs against your sex a few more times, your slick lubricating his length, and then he is slowly pushing inside of you.Â
Your cunt stretches, and youâre not sure if youâre moaning in pain or in rapturous pleasure. He stills for a moment, halfway inside you, letting your body acclimate to his thick member. He leans down and leaves a chaste kiss against your lips.Â
âReady?â he asks, voice low, strained with the effort to remain still.Â
âYes.â
He pulls his cock out all the way out, and with a buck of his hips, completely sheaths himself inside of you. Again and again, his hips slam against yours, cock pistoning in and out of you. His cock fills you completely, your cunt stretched as far as it can, and each vein along his shaft rubs deliciously against you. The tip of his cock brushes against your spongey tissue and you whail in bliss.Â
âHarder.â
He complies, his hips fracturing against your pelvis, driving him further inside of you. Your hands reach around and grab his ass, driving him even deeper. The fae lights are flickering in and out, the bed is shaking, cracking against the wall, and you are screaming, and screaming, insane from the pleasure.
You plummet over the edge, wailing his name as your orgasm cleaves you in two.Â
Azriel follows you over the cliff, his wings flare wide, and he lets out a roar as his thick cum paints your insides. His pace begins to slow as he continues to thrust in and out, prolonging your pleasure. He stills inside of you but doesnât pull out immediately, taking his time to fully unsheath himself, savouring the feeling of you around him.Â
âY/NâŠâ his voice is hoarse. He starts to pull away, but you just lean in and capture his lips with another kiss.Â
âLetâs talk about what this means later Az. For now,â your eyes shine bright in the moonlight and it takes his breath away, âfor now, can you just hold me?â He nods and swallows hard. Shimming up to the head of the bed, you both slide under your covers, he tucks you into his side, arm draped around your waist. Your head rests on his chest, and you breathe in the scent of his sweat and musk.Â
You can feel his come slowly trickle down your leg.Â
You feel complete and satiated. The roar in your veins from the potion has gone, left in its place was love. Your eyes feel heavy and you begin to drift off to sleep. âTold you so,â you mumble. Youâre fast asleep now, and miss the look of regret that crosses the Shadowsingers face.
.
.
.
Hours later you awaken to an empty bed.Â
911 notes
·
View notes
mariii, iâd love it if you wrote something with post-outbreak joel, if possible, in jackson, where you two go on patrol, you have a thing between you, like â you act like an already married couple but you arenât actually married, and in that little patrol, you two go together and canât keep your hands to yourselves? đ
like, youâre riding your horse and he canât keep his eyes off you and your hips, he finds you alluring and sexy in everything that you do.
Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader
A/N: I love this so much đ„ș
âą when Joel got to Jackson with Ellie, he didn't fit it right away with people, it wasn't surprising at all, not only because of his private nature and the social skills he seemed to lack, but also because it was kind of difficult to adapt to normality after two decades of living through hell
âą so it was expected he would struggle at that matter for a while, but when he didn't approach anyone through the months that followed his arrival, it was clear he wasn't one to socialize and that was fine, Jackson people had more to worry about other than finding Joel Miller friends
âą and yet, for some reason, he just let you in; in the beginning he was distant, it could seem he was being cold or rude, but that wasn't really the truth, deep down, under all the layers of hurt and trauma, Joel Miller was still a southern gentleman at heart and he would never treat a pretty lady as roughly as that
âą but the moment you were both assigned to patrol together, eventually you both got to know each other a bit better by chatting, sharing some bits of personal information here and there and overall hanging out
âą turns out Joel was a lot nicer than you had previously thought, he was including a little sweet - to you at least, and to be honest, that was all that mattered because you couldn't give a shit about how he would treat other women
âą in reality, you were already jealous of the possibility of Joel liking another woman, and showing her the same kind of warmth and affection, but you wouldn't admit it anyway
âą so it was natural your friendship went beyond your patrol shifts, as you very often spent time with each other around town, whether taking a shift together at some other job or spending your free time together as well
âą and it didn't take very long for you to hang out at each other's place; Joel didn't mind fixing things up for you here and there, and you also didn't mind cooking him and Ellie dinner, making some real meals so they'd eat something else other than sandwiches and of course, spoil them a little by baking cookies, bread or anything you could find really
âą you didn't mind washing his clothes just as he didn't mind helping you fold his and yours as well, you didn't mind dusting his furniture just as he didn't mind sweeping the floor
âą and you both didn't mind keeping each other's gardens neat, fruitful and beautiful
âą whenever you were out on patrol or just looking for supplies, you would always find small gifts and treats for each other, or for Ellie, which melted his old broken heart even if he didn't admit it
âą it came to the point both you and Joel simply couldn't imagine your lives in Jackson without each other; it was just so natural, so good and comforting to have each other's backs and Joel came to the realization his old broken heart wasn't that broken anymore, not since he met you, because it hit off differently, and he liked it
âą and as he'd always been attracted to you, ever since he realized that maybe he didn't think you were *just* pretty, and he wasn't sure that all that affection he felt was *just* w regular friendship, he started yearning for you
âą at the same time he was afraid of ruining your relationship because honestly, what could assure him you liked him the same way? maybe you were doing all that just because you were nice or he was a little insecure
âą so he kept his feelings for you, at the same time he barely could hide it, always caressing you, looking for excuses to touch you and be close to you
âą and you both behaved like a couple, which was adorable to be honest
âą and when you were out on patrol, Joel couldn't keep his eyes off you: your body, your back, your hips, your hair, everything about it was so beautiful to him
âą while you two were on resting during a break, Joel offered you a bottle of water, sitting next to you and telling how pretty you were that day, which made you blush, because even if he was always gentle and sweet, he'd never talked to you like that
âą you thanked him and replied by saying he was handsome and you two were a little flushed but the conversation went on until he finally took courage and stole a kiss from you
âą and you kissed him back
âą and that was just the beginning of the beautiful romance you shared with Joel, after only a few months dating, he decided to propose even if marriages weren't really a thing in the apocalypse, it was a thing for you, because you were his wife and he would love you and cherish until the end
____
186 notes
·
View notes
dj dj đ«”
I really wanna hear your monsta x hard thoughts or like. any brainrot that you have for any of them cause I love your work
I'm feeling very Changkyun recently. he's sooooo
I think he's a possessive little shit if I'm being honest w/you. I think he's the kind to perk up whenever he hears you talking/always makes room for you when you come over to him. he doesn't even stop what he's doing, just presses a kiss to the side of your head and keeps talking
this was supposed to be hard thoughts LMFAO I'm just needy for him
anon anon đ«”
first off, thank you for reading and enjoying my work! đ
second, one thing to know about me is i will always absolutely catapult myself at the chance to talk about my obsession with changkyun. and i thank you for gifting me with that opportunity.
my mind immediately goes to when he was on bambamâs show last year (i think??) and bambam asked if his future partner had to have money. and kyun just said âno, i make enough for both of us.â and IN THIS ECONOMY???? you better believe that is the sexiest thing ever.Â
like, heâll always take care of you. in every way. buying you gifts, supporting your hobbies, just everything. heâd buy you the world if he could. of course, heâll take care of you in other ways too. đ
i like to think that kyunâs partner HAS to have a voice kink. there is just no way they donât. have you heard him speak???? dear god.Â
heâs hovering over you in bed. fingers playing with the elastic of your underwear as he kisses your neck. just below your ear. he's quiet. focusing on kissing your skin. it's not until you moan out his name when he moves his hand to palm your pussy through your panties that he moves his face to your ear, softly biting the shell before asking in his low voice "you'll moan extra load for me tonight, right baby?" you can help but whimper at just the sound of his voice.
OR oh god. his voice when he first wakes up in the morning. đ
you're facing away from him. your bare back pressed against his chest. he has an arm draped over your waist holding you close to him. you wake up to him rubbing your thigh and kissing your neck. when he notices your shuffling and waking up, he grumbles a "good morning" into your ear. it is a simple greeting but you feel it immediately deep in your core. he notices you press your thighs impossibly close together and teases you, "really baby? i didn't even do anything." you whine ever so slightly, though and he's quick to bring his hand between your thighs where you want him the most.
and a note on his possessiveness...absolutely. ESPECIALLY in public. it's never anything graphic or explicit, but his hands are ALWAYS on you. on your lower back, your thighs, your hair. being the quiet type, he'll always let you lead conversations. nodding along as he keeps on with his little touches. and he's not possessive for the reasons you might think. it's not about anyone else but you. he wants YOU to know that you're the only one for him. he trusts you completely around other guys, but he wants you to know that he'd never for a second leave your side. and his touches are reminders of that.
his tattoos are a headcanon of their own so....maybe we'll touch on that another day đ€
99 notes
·
View notes
The devil's advocate | T.S
Summary: Tommy's wife tries to understand why people keep calling him a bad man while she keeps loving him so much.
A/N: This idea popped in my head at the middle of the Sunday's evening and I couldn't resist writing it đ Although I'm a Tommy apologist this isn't my view of him, I'm aware he's a morally gray character, but in the story the reader is too naive (and a bit lovesick) to see that.
Being married to Tommy for so long, she'd seen him in all states. War had changed him, hardening his features to the point she no longer could tell what he was thinking or feeling. Nevertheless, she knew him, she saw him smile and cry, laugh and fight, fall apart and build up again.
Rarely, she saw him fear and hardly ever, she saw him at peace. Contrary to what many people think, Tommy didn't become emotionless, he became a sergeant, always in charge, never indecisive, mercilessly leading the family to the top of the world.
An aching anger burnt in her chest when they were so ungrateful for it. They always said she was love blinded, heartless or simply too stupid to understand Tommy wasn't a saint, his mistakes had gotten many people killed.
She knew that, it was hard to turn a blind eye to the fact that besides everything, Tommy was capable of utter violence. However, how could she condemn him? He wasn't randomly violent and he didn't take pleasure in it - or at least that's what he had led her to believe - everything he had ever done was to protect the family.
How could she condemn him when the Tommy who beat a man to nearly death was the same to bring her flowers and jewelry? He always looked so tired, the problems and appointments never left his head, but he still insisted on giving her a gift at the end of the day.
Thomas Shelby wasn't a bad man and he didn't deserve his family's hatred. It was a hill she was willing to die on. Even in the nights she tried to consider the possibility, her eyes always reached the portrait on her dressing table, Tommy with their newborn baby, no bad man cared for his family so much.
Perhaps they knew a side of Tommy she didn't, but she knew a side of him they didn't know too. The man who rested his head on her chest every night, much like a kitten rubbing his cheek on her so he'd get head scratches. Or the man who cried with her when they got their first Christmas tree since neither of them had this privilege in their childhoods.
On the other hand, there was Tommy who got home with blood stains on his collar and didn't answer her questions. Also, the Tommy who killed the italian Sous-Chef while their child slept on the floor above.Â
A knot formed on her throat when these thoughts haunted her, she couldn't believe it, her Tommy wasn't bad, he couldn't be. Then why did everyone seem to label him so? What was the probability that everyone was wrong except her?Â
What about everything he provided? What about the risks he took to provide the family? Didn't it erase the many wrongs he did? She didn't have the time to ponder when the bedroom's door opened, revealing a tired, yet very handsome Tommy.Â
"Hello," he drawled with the husky voice she loved so much.
"Hi," she immediately stood up, "how was your day?"Â
Tommy shrugged off and put his suitcase at the armchair in the corner, "As usual,"Â
"Yeah?" walking to him, she rested her hands on his shoulders, "Arthur called, I told him you'd call back later,"
Sighing and rolling his eyes, he nodded in agreement, "Alright,"Â
"Let me get you off this suit,"Â
Slowly, she began dressing him off, her fingers occasionally brushed his warm skin. At the same time he caressed her face, his thumb moved up and down her cheek, traced her lips and playfully pinched her nose.
Then she realized, people didn't know this side of Tommy, the soft, playful husband, that's why they called him bad. She was certain now.
Letting him on his undershirt, she brushed the tip of her nose on his and whispered, "I love you,"
"I know," he answered, "that's why I do what I do,"Â
Weakly smiling, she touched their foreheads and closed her eyes, she didn't need answers or justifications while breathing the same air as him. If everything he did was for her, she didn't mind being the one to blame.Â
MASTERLIST
678 notes
·
View notes
Hiii
May I have a scenario for my lovely Sir crocodileđ„? x fem!reader , in which she's the complete opposite of him, so shy and petit , and he lowkey finds her cute and tries to hide it, however his possessive side shows up when some one else is showing interest to his lover (idk I have mihawk in my mind lol) and smoothly shows them who she belongs to , ~The Kisses~ you see đ omg the size difference (sorry I'm literally a simp for this man) and I just know he is a hopless romantic đ
I hope ur ok w such requestđ§đ»ââïž it's my first time asking, sorry if I did it wrong, u can ignore it. and tnx!
Okay! I love this!
and as a fellow Crocodile simp, I hear you >:)
Tw! Crocodile is toxic, possessive behaviors
-Sir Crocodile x fem!reader whoâs the exact opposite of him-
You were shy and quiet and petite and sweetâŠin such strong contrast to your bold, villainous, violent husband.
He thinks your cute, though, heâd never admit that. Especially to you.
The size difference between you twoâŠ
His kisses are rough and passionate, and he has a nasty tendency of grabbing your face while youâre kissing.
Sir Crocodile is his own version of a hopeless romantic, doing romantic things for you on his own schedule. Fancy dates, flashy giftsâŠthe whole works.
It really isâŠromantic.
-
He couldnât BELIEVE that Mihawk had the AUDACITY to show a SMIDGEN of interest in HIS s/o.
Youâre in Rain Dinners casino, chatting with the handsome man over a drink, not thinking anything of it until Sir Crocodile comes stomping over.
âMIHAWK. What do you think youâre doing?â Crocodile demands.
Mihawk looks up at him disinterestedly, his hand lingering dangerously close to yours as he sips at his wine with his free hand.
âOh, do you know this woman?â Mihawk asks casually, tracing his finger along your hand. You notice the gesture and pull away a bit, murmuring a warning, âMihawkâŠheâs my-â
âIâm her HUSBAND, of course I know this woman!!â
Sir Crocodile bellows, and you wince a bit, but Mihawk seems unbothered.
âAh, I seeâŠâ he says, his hand not leaving yours. Youâre feeling a bit uncomfortable.
At this rate Sir Crocodile was probably jealous. And when Sir Crocodile got jealous he tended to-
âY/n. Here. Now,â he demands.
You get a nasty feeling in your stomach.
âCroc, really? Are we really going to-?â
âNOW,â he demands again.
You get up from the table, pulling yourself free from MihawkâŠand begin the walk of shame to where your husband is standing.
People are starting to stare. And whisper. Sir Crocodile was going to make another example of you.
He grabs your face, roughly. And then kisses you.
The kiss tastes like sand and smoke, and itâs rough and gritty and passionate.
Mihawk, and the rest of the crowd, watch in surprise for a moment, before turning back to their drinks.
Finally, finally, after what feels like an eternity, he breaks the kiss, then addresses the audience heâs made.
âAnyone ELSE want to flirt with MY wife?â he asks dangerously, still gripping your face tightly.
Everyone stares into their drinks.
He regains his composure, huffs. âGood. Thatâs what I thought.â
You canât believe your husband just did that. But oh, in a way you could believe it.
That was so like Crocodile to doâŠ
And in a wayâŠmaybe you liked that about him. His unpredictability. His dangerousness.
It was romantic, in a wayâŠ
204 notes
·
View notes
⥠The road to parenthood 2 âĄ
Pairing: time skip! Ushijima Wakatoshi x fem!reader
Genre: fluff, smut
MINORS DNI! đ
Summary: pregnancy horny season has officially begun.
Warning: smut, pregnancy, pregnancy sex, clit play, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, missionary, praising
Note: by the time Iâm posting this, the first part of this has around 50 likes! Thank you so much! đ„ș Hereâs a spicy part 2! Hope you like it! đ
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3
Read the sequel âThe road of parenthoodâ:
Part 1
⥠⥠⥠⥠⥠âĄ
At the beginning of your 6th month you entered a new phase on the pregnancy and you didnât know if itâs something good or bad. The thing is... You are horny most of the time! And you totally lose it when Wakatoshi is around.
Last month you just couldnât stand your husbandâs touch and now you canât stop begging him to put his stamina to work.
Day and night, you just crave him all day long.
In the morning you would give him a blowjob before he starts getting ready for work. Making sure his cock hits your throat, making you cry but also making you so wet.
â(Y/N)... Darling... W-We can do this later..â he said while petting your head.
âAnd why not right now and also later?â You said drooling over his cock âdidnât you say you want me to have a happy pregnancy, Waka-chan?â You pumped his sloppy cock.
âI-I did, my love. Itâs just...-â
âDonât you like it?â you looked at him with puppy eyes. He nodded. âThen let me give you a morning giftâ then you proceed to put his cock back in your mouth, sucking his red tip, drooling and gagging over it and licking his balls. âWaka-chan... I-I canât wait anymore. Please touch me.â
âWhat a horny mamaâ he chuckles âcome here, my love. Lay downâ
You crawl next to him and greet him with a sloppy kiss.
âYou dick is my favorite candyâ you said, making you both laugh and then laying down next to him.
Next thing, Wakatoshi started to kiss you all over. Starting with your neck, followed by your breast, which now are a little bigger and definitely more sensitive, he played and sucked on them.
âSo tender and beautiful...â He continued his way down and started to kiss your growing belly. âYou can continue sleeping, baby. Mommy and daddy will have some funâ then he focused on you again âyou look so gorgeous like this... I love you (Y/N)â he kissed you while rubbing your belly.
âI love you, Wakatoshiâ
You kissed once more before he goes all the way down and gets face to face with your pussy.
âLook at that... So beautiful.â He said rubbing your sensitive clit with his thumb.
âMmh... Waka-chanâ
Next thing he did was lay down on his tummy and get his face close to your pussy and give it a gentle lick, from bottom to top, then continue giving full attention to your clit while holding your legs open. He kissed it, licked it, sucked it and you loved every second of it. And suddenly he started teasing your entrance with two of his fingers.
âPut them in... p-please, put them inâ
âAnything for my beautiful, well-spoken girlâ and he put them in, just like you asked. Making you moan loud. He continued fingering you while licking your clit like crazy.
âI-I think Iâm gonna cum...â you said while gasping for air.
âPlease d-do...â he said with literally his mouth full
And with a few more licks to your clit, you came, moaning out loud and grabbing his head still between your legs. You felt you own wetness drip down your butt while Wakatoshi wasnât done kissing your cunt.
âW-Wait, wait, wait...â you said closing your legs so he can give you a break.
âGiving up already, my love?â He chuckled while licking his lips.
âShut up...â you cover your face with embarrassment while trying to calm down.
âWeâre not done yet...â he whispered in your ear âyou got me all worked up...â You looked down and saw your husbandâs throbbing cock with a little bit of pre cum on coating the tip.
âSo eager, Ushijima-san...â you kissed him while pumping his dick.
He got between your legs and started rubbing his fat tip between your folds.
Until he finally started to push it into you.
âA-Ah! W-Waka-cha...nâ you moaned while squeezing his arms âmore... p-please moveâ and so he did, only 1/4 of his dick was inside and it was hitting such a nice spot, until he put almost all of it in âWakatoshi!â You pretty much screamed his name and he kissed you after that.
âI love you, my loveâ he said between heavy breaths
âI-I love you...â
So he continued fucking you, not too rough but neither too gentle, it was just perfect. Surprisingly, missionary felt extremely good and you werenât all picky with the position.
After a little bit, he started to flick your clit with his thumb while holding your hip with his free hand.
âSo fucking b-beautiful... you look so fucking beautiful pregnant... everything about you is perfect...â
âMmh... Waka-a-chan...â you could feel your eyes watering, you felt so overwhelmed with the pleasure. You were holding one of your breast with one hand and with the other you were holding your pillow super tight. âMore, more, more! Donât stop, Wakatoshi!â You cried.
âDamn it... Iâm gonna cum.â He groaned.
âPlease do! I-Inside me, please!â
And not so long after that, he came inside you with a big moan and so did you, you felt a tear drip down your cheek, It just felt so good.
He gently laid on top of you, hugging you and kissing your face.
âI love you...â he said kissing your shoulders
âI love you too... Thank you, baby... Iâm sorry for holding you back, I know you need to get ready...â
âItâs fine, love... it wasnât bad at allâ You both chuckled and he petted your head while kissing your cheeks âI better get ready, nowâ
âYep... me too. I have a meeting in a few hoursâ
He took a tissue from the night stand and slowly pulled out from you. He cleaned himself and helped you too. After that he got into his boxers again and made his way to the shower. Meanwhile you staid in bed, covered with the sheets, checking the new emails in your phone.
You just couldnât denied that the life with Ushijima Wakatoshi as your husband was the best thing ever.
492 notes
·
View notes
Five-year-old Ella is sitting with Loki at the small table in her room, colouring in her princesses colouring book...
Ella: *takes the pink pencil to colour the dress of the blonde haired princess* Daddy?
Loki: *colours in his very own princess colouring book, gifted by Ella* Yes, sweetie?
Ella, without looking up: Can I have a baby sister or brother?
Loki: *almost chokes on his own spit at his daughter's words* W-What?
Ella, now looking up to meet her father's identical blue eyes: I want a baby brother or sister.
Loki, blinking, still taken aback: You want to have a sibling?
Ella: *nods* Uh.Huh. Eisa said she gets a sibling, too...
Ella, now looking up a Loki with shining, innocent eyes: So, can you and mommy get me a sibling, too?
Loki: Eisa told you that?
Ella: Uh.Huh.
Loki: ...
Loki: Do you really want to have a baby sibling, princess?
Ella, smiling brightly: Yes! Tara said she has a sister and that she is so cute and that she loves her a lot!
Loki, starting to smile softly at his daughter's sweet enthusiasm: Well, sweet girl... I'd love for you to become a big sister. You would make a great big sister. *winks* I am going to ask mommy, yes?
Ella, beaming now: And if mommy says yes, I'll get one?
Loki: *nods* If mommy says yes, daddy makes sure you'll get one.
Ella: *squeals in excitement*
Ella: Can you ask mommy now?
Y/N, appearing in the door frame: Ask me what?
a/n: Uh.Oh... đ
Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @theaudacitytowrite @lady-rose-moon @aagn360 @fictive-sl0th @mostclevermiss @linaax @peaches1958
759 notes
·
View notes
Hmmm punk gf w/ Kid? Like... They have the same music taste, even fashion, makeup, etc. Just that their personalities are different đ
anon you're onto something...currently thinking about how they would be such a power couple but also look like clones (in a cute way).
they'd be so perfect together. Kid would be able to know exactly what his punk gf would want for gifts and how to help his gf pick the perfect outfit every day. he would get to start his day every morning to his gf stealing his band shirts, doing matching makeup looks in their bathroom mirror and styling matching/complimenting outfits. they'd be able to steal each other's clothes and swap items of clothing to get the perfect look.
he would always get to listen to his favourite music when they're enjoying quiet moments together and have the chance to make fun new memories with his punk gf to remember whenever he's listening to his music alone.
i can see punk gf's personality being more like Heat's or Killer's, making them the perfect match for Kid and keeping him grounded; but i could be wrong and they could have a more insane personality then Kid. they could be calmer and more quiet, encouraging Kid to understand the importance of peaceful moments together. or they might be crazy than him and always be dragging Kid to try/do new things.
Kid would be so proud of his punk gf and seeing the person he loves in the same fashion he wears would make him literally worship the ground they walk on.
89 notes
·
View notes