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Okay but husband Eddie begging reader for a baby and then fucking her with so much love please PLEASE BABE IM CRAVING THIS

author’s note: this idea sent me down a rabbit hole of emotions, jesus christ

cw: 18+ (minors, shoo!), fem!reader, breeding kink (sorta), lots of fluff and comfort to an emotional reader, just really sappy shit y’all

word count: 1.1k

It was a constant debate between the both of you. Marriage first, kids later. And now, with marriage out of the way, it was the only thing on Eddie’s mind.

“Please, baby,” He was on the ascent of a rant, and he would hit the peak soon, “just one.”

“Stop saying it like that, Eddie.” It made it feel like he didn’t understand the weight of what he was saying. Just one, just one. It was never, just one. “Kids are a serious deal.”

He moves in closer, hand settling around the dip in your waist, the other coming up to rest at the nape of your neck, pulling you against him. You smile, soft and warm, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t love having a mini Munson running around this house.” He thinks fondly, half him and half you, the tiny pitter patter of feet running through the house, a nest of beautiful ringlets curls bouncing with every step. “We’d make cute babies and you know it.”

You made a noise of discontent, “Let’s just hope they take after you—all that beautiful hair, cute button nose,” You poke his nose gently, watching his face scrunch up. “But seriously, Eddie, this isn’t something to joke about. This is a lifelong commitment.”

“Baby, I’m committed to this, as long as you need me, as long as our kids need me.” His voice is raw, like he’s holding back emotion. It was often that you saw him like this, always holding himself together for you—not the other way around. You frowned slightly, moving your hand to cup his face, rubbing at the apple of his cheek with your thumb, smoothing out his worry lines.

“Let’s try, then.” You say softly, “We’ll see where it takes us.”

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“Fuck, baby—God, I love you so much.” His thrusts are slow, but forceful, taking his sweet, sweet time. He's making those soft noises into your shoulder, fingers digging into the delicate skin of your thigh, hip pulled up higher on one particular snap of his hips, forcing his name out in a cry, and then again, and again.

"Eddie, please," You beg for no real rhyme or reason, you just wanted him--wanted him to hold you, kiss you, bring you right to the brink of pleasure and back again, wanted to be consumed by him, "please."

It's a silent plea, the words hanging off the tip of your tongue. Your hands grip the sheets in anguish, the feeling of being so full off of Eddie's dick that you can't even think straight. Sex was always special with him, he always made sure to take care of you.

"You drive me fuckin' crazy." His voice is strained, barely above a whisper. "Just want to fuck you full--want to see how good you'd look carry my babies." It was different from the usual dirty talk, but given the subject matter, it made all the sense in the world. It peaked an interest in you that you had no idea existed, not until he's speaking those words to you, in the confines of the four walls of your bedroom, a place sacred for you and him. "Can't even think how beautiful you'd look, all round and pregnant."

You try to force the small bubble of laughter back down, but it escapes you. It feels ridiculous, but you can't find it in you to ask him to stop. "What? Too much?" Eddie asks, coming back to earth for the time being, having lost himself in the moment.

"No, no." Your breathless when you answer, hands resting against your chest as his pace slows again, taking the chance to look you in the eye. "It's--it's really good. I don't mind."

"Good." He agrees, leaning forward to nip at the skin on your jawline, hands gripping your waist, thumbs barely grazing the apex of your thighs, pulling you flush against him, burying his dick as deep as it would go. "Gotta make sure it all stays in, right?"

You nod earnestly, bottom lip pulled between your teeth, gasped pulled out of your chest on a particularly rough thrust of his hips. "Need you to come in me, baby." Your voice is wrecked, "Want you to come in."

Eddie's fucking up into you with fervor, somehow still maintaining his soft exterior in the way he's peppering kisses along your chest, your face, until he's pulling you in for a deep, bruising kiss that leaves you moaning into his mouth, his hand reaching between the both of you is an afterthought, until he's bringing you to an orgasm quicker than you expect, clinging on to him like your life depended on it. "Oh, Eddie, baby—" You sob, unexpectedly overcome with emotion.

Eddie comes almost immediately after, it hitting him just as hard, hips buried to the hilt inside of you. The thing about Eddie, despite how often he speaks up during sex, is almost silent when he comes. His eyebrows knitted together, mouth hung open slightly, eyes shut tight—like he can’t seem to catch his breath for a moment. He collapses on you, still mindful of his body weight, before rolling off onto his side.

It isn’t until a few seconds after that he realizes you’d been crying, a mess of tears and small, quiet sobs.

“Hey, hey—“ His voice is soothing, a soft hush that you found helped keep you grounded. He always knew just the right way to comfort you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You respond, wiping away the few tears that had ran down your face. It seemed silly, the idea that you could get so emotional out of nowhere, but the thing was—you couldn’t help how loved Eddie made you feel. “Everything is perfect.”

And it was, it truly was. Your life, his life—it melded together perfectly.

“I love you,” It was his special way of saying ‘goodnight’ or ‘sweet dreams’, but it also meant exactly what he wanted to say, those three little words being the driving force in your relationship. It was reassurance on bad days, the feeling of fondness on the days you couldn’t stop laughing, but it was also the feeling of anticipation, of what you had to look forward to in your future together, “I love you so fuckin’ much.”

You lean forward slowly, kissing the bridge of his nose. His eyes were heavy, half closed—both from exhaustion and post-orgasmic bliss.

“I want this to work, but part of me—” Eddie laughs into your cheek, hiding his face away from view, “I really just want it to fail a few times so I can fuck you like that again.”

“Eddie!” You squeal, swatting him playfully against his arm. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”

“Would fuck you again, right now, if I wasn’t so tired,” You laugh, burying his face into your chest, running his curls through your fingers. It helped him fall asleep faster, he speaks through a yawn, “but, that’s why there’s always tomorrow.”

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watchmegetobsessed · 7 months

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UNOFFICIAL

A/N: i know, it's still not the 3rd part of one summer BUT at least it's something new! it is also based on a dream i had about my work crush lol

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

SUMMARY: You and Harry are in a temporary phase of bein unofficial, but you don't mind it, especially the tiny moments you share when no one is looking.

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The pub is buzzing as always, the atmosphere is lively, warm, loud but not too much, most of the tables are occupied by the same usual people, glasses, ful, half full and empty are scattered all over every surface. The bartenders are working relentlessly behind the bar, one drink after the other lands on the counter. It’s not exactly the hottest spot in town, but there’s a core circle that knows and loves the personality of this place and it brings them back every week.

Your group is part of those people, you’ve been spending Friday nights here for as long as you’ve been working at the university, which has been for over two years now. You were fresh out of your PHD studies, very excited to start teaching as a professor finally and who you are lucky enough to call your friends now welcomed you at the school with open arms.

Sarah was the first one you connected with, women in STEM have a deep, instant bond, especially in a male dominant field such as physics. She invited you out for lunch on your first day and introduced you to the rest of the group. Mitch, the quiet but loving husband, Jeff who speaks enough for Mitch and himself as well, Pauli, the energy bomb and then there’s Harry.

It still makes you smile when you think of the first few months of knowing Harry. You were convinced he didn’t like you, because he seemed timid and tense in your presence, almost avoiding having even the simplest conversation with you. One night when the two of you ended up sharing a cab home from the pub and you had just one too many beers you questioned if you’d done anything to upset him.

He looked shocked and explained that he’s just a bit slow to open up to new people and he was also a bit taken aback by you and how extroverted and bubbly you were. He apologized if it all came off wrong, you laughed about it and it was already forgotten.

Since then, you’ve gotten the closest to him. In every way.

Sarah is telling you about a funny encounter she had with a student this week, she always has the weirdest stories, you’re listening to her, but your sixth sense also kicks in and as the door of the pub opens you know it’s Harry even before looking there.

He runs a hand through his hair as he looks around, his glasses fogging up a bit in the hot air of the place after the crispy, chilly october evening he has walked through. He was supposed to leave with all of you but he had to do a last minute consultation with a student, so he just told you to go ahead and he would join you later.

You’re already smiling when he finally spots you and slaloming between the groups of people he finally reaches your table.

“Man, I thought we would have to go back and drag you out of your office,” Jeff teases him as he shrugs his coat off and takes the last empty seat by the table that’s right next to yours. His knee bumps against yours, your eyes meet and you force yourself not to turn into a giggling mess.

You and Harry have been dancing in a kind of a gray, unofficial zone for a while now. After the rocky start your friendship bloomed easily, but since last semester it’s been more than that. You have no idea when or how, but slowly, you just knew you were more than friends. It started with meeting without the rest of the group, having lunch or dinner, making plans, just the two of you, endless conversations, building a connection you’ve probably never had with anyone before. Secret glances, small touches, you fell for him without even realizing.

The past month it’s been intensifying, but you still haven’t talked about it, not even after you kissed a few weeks ago. It happened at your place, so naturally and smoothly, you were cooking together, he had opened a bottle of wine and you were just having a good time, moving around each other in your small kitchen until you ended up pressed up together, noses brushing and he just leaned in and kissed you. It was soft and tender, warm and familiar even though it was a first. Like you were meant to be kissing all along.

Then you just went back to cooking, had dinner and later that night when he left he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth and that was it. Neither of you felt the need to talk about it, but it’s been definitely hanging there between the two of you, you just haven’t had that last nudge to finally fall over the edge and right into this new adventure.

“Sorry, tried to be as quick as possible,” Harry chuckles as he looks around, his eyes settling on you last and you see a bit of sparkle in his eyes that definitely has your heart skipping a beat.

With Harry’s arrival the group is finally complete and another fun Friday evening starts. You ventilate about work and students, then the boys play darts for a bit, Pauli wins as always and then Jeff challenges Sarah and Mitch to play foosball and see who’s the better player and the rest of you are watching their battle. The place is pretty packed, you’re standing by the foosball table and Harry is right behind you, nursing his second beer of the night. People are passing by towards the toilets and back to the bar, it’s noisy in there, but not too much. Harry’s presence behind you is warm and calming, his chest touches your back whenever someone walks past behind him, but he always pulls back, though you wish he would just stay.

A guy chooses to squeeze past between you and the table, making you move back, bumping against Harry and his hand gently grabs onto your waist, the touch of his palm instantly spreading a buzzing warmth in your body. You fit his front so perfectly and you want to stay like this, but you can already feel his hand moving away, but you grab it and pull it back.

There’s just a split moment of hesitation in him before his whole presence softens and he melts against you, his hand resting on your hip as if it belongs there.

You can’t help the smile that tugs on your lips, especially when he shuffles a bit behind you, his nose brushing into your hair and maybe you’re imagining it, but you swear you feel him kiss the back of your head.

Across the table Pauli just smirks as he catches what’s happening while the Rowlands are playing so determinedly like never before, but he keeps his mouth shut and returns to the game without a word.

Harry’s fingers are gently moving, stroking you as you stay like that, until the end of the game, which Sarah wins. You want to pout when Harry lets go of you because you all move back to your table, but you swallow it back. After the ruthless game Sarah offers to buy a drink for Mitch so they head over to the bar and Pauli soon stands up as well.

“Jeff, come out for a smoke with me,” Pauli pats his shoulders.

“I’m good,” Jeff nods at him, oblivious to the fact that Pauli is trying to give you and Harry some alone time.

“No, you need to come. I wanna talk to you about something.”

You just laugh under your breath as you hear Jeff asking Pauli what’s so important as they make their way outside, leaving you and Harry alone at the table. Neither of you dares to look at the other, not because it would be weird but because you know the pull would be way too strong.

Instead, Harry reaches over, his hand finds yours in your lap and he laces his fingers through yours, resting your intertwined hands on your thigh. For some reason you feel the urge to finally try to address it for the first time.

“Is it still something unofficial?” you ask and dare to look at him.

“We can make it official,” he shrugs with a tiny smirk and you just want to climb over and kiss him stupid when he is being so cheesy.

“I kind of like it being unofficial. Because… it’s just ours for now,” you admit.

There’s nothing you want more than to explore whatever it is that’s between you and Harry, but this phase is so comfortable and only yours, you want to be selfish just for a little bit more and keep it to yourself.

Keep Harry to yourself.

“Unofficial it is,” he chuckles and ignoring the buzzing crowd around, he pulls your hand to his lips and kisses the back of it before letting go of it as Sarah and Mitch approach the table.

For the rest of the night, it’s all just stolen glances, tiny touches underneath the table and no one comments on just how close the two of you are sitting. It’s kind of funny how obvious it is to all of your friends, but they let you stay in your little unofficial bubble just a little longer.

You share a cab home and Harry kisses you on your doorstep before getting back into the car. In the morning he texts you if you want to have dinner together and of course you do. You spend the weekend in your bubble, but soon enough, you slowly dance out of the unofficial phase and by the end of the semester everyone knows that you’re a couple.

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succcession · 1 year

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We're gonna have a fucking baby

Kendall Roy x f!reader (Smut) 3.2k word count

Summary: After spending the day with Kendall and his two kids, Kendall admits he frequently fantasizes about having another baby with you. This conversation quickly leads to an intimate night of him trying to make that happen.

“I mean, is this all my life is y/n? Forty years of fucking up”.

“Ken, your life is forty years of being an amazing older brother, a hardworking son, and a great dad! Maybe with a few hiccups along the way but…who's counting?” you exclaimed as you placed a fresh cup of coffee in front of your emotionless boyfriend. His large eyes staring back at his reflection in the black liquid.

“The press is counting, my family is fucking counting. And you don’t have to lie y/n, I know I am neglectful in all those relationships. Especially with my kids” he roughly remarked.

For weeks you had been pushing the idea of Kendall spending more time with his kids. Whenever he had a day off you would throw out suggestions like, “Hey Ken, the weathers great! Maybe we should bring Sophia and Iverson to Central Park.” Or “NYC has so many museums, we should take Sophia to the ballet, and Iverson to the Hall of Science”. Never intending to make Kendall feel like a deadbeat dad. You knew how he admired his kids. Occasionally he just needed a little push to be there for them.

Due to Kendall’s lackluster attitude you figured today wasn’t the day to ask kendall if he wanted to make plans with his kids. Maybe it was the warm Saturday morning air flooding the usually chilling apartment, or the fact that Kendall was finally not in the office on a weekend but you just had to throw out the idea one more time. “Ken, I know you're having a rough day” you said softly as you reached out to squeeze his open hand. “But maybe not being cooped up in the office or your apartment will make you feel better-”

“Look, I know where you're going with this y/n and I’m not going to another one of your fucking pilates classes.” Kendall directly cutting off your sentence before you could finish. You couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend's consistent apathy.

“Damn, but I just love seeing you so worked up and sweaty” you retort. “No Ken, I was going to say, why don't we take Sophia and Iverson to the zoo today?” you cheerfully presented. To your surprise Kendalls eyes nearly seemed to light up at the word “zoo” as if something clicked inside of him, almost breaking his depressive state. Kendall responded with a quick “let me call Rava”.

You watched the rows of skyscrapers pass as you and Kendall sat in suffocating silence on the way to Rava’s apartment. Kendall fidgeted in his seat, pulling on his t-shirt, mindlessly switching between apps on his phone before eventually letting out a quiet “you know, you don't have to come if you don't want to y/n, I can pick them up by myself if it makes you more comfortable.” You placed your hand gently on his upper thigh giving a light squeeze as you explained. “Ken, it's really okay. I mean she's the mother of your children! We can't exactly avoid each other forever.” you said, showing a soft smile to assure Kendall of your confidence. Honestly, you and Rava got along fine. Although she was slow to warm up to you, you never took it personally. Who wouldn't be cautious of their drug addict, ex husbands, new girlfriend. Over time her cold demeanor shifted as you two began having small conversations whenever she would pick the kids up. You almost admired Rava in a way. She was beautiful, always looked elegantly put together, successful in her career, and she was an amazing mother. Everything you secretly hoped to one day be for Kendall.

As the car pulled up to Rava’s apartment you mind began to picture how your future might look with Kendall if things continued at the pace they were. Of course, Kendall had joked many times about getting you pregnant and running away together to get married. But you two never had a real discussion about what you saw for your future. You couldn't help but occasionally daydream of you and Kendall standing in an empty room deciding between sage green or soft peach, paint swatches for a nursery. Or rocking your baby to sleep as Kendall softly wrapped his arms around your waist, humming gently in your ear.

Your mind wandered further into your maternal daydream as your day at the zoo went on. Observing how patient and gentle Kendall was Iverson and how lovingly he doted on Sophia, had your heart skipping beats every minute. Making sure to capture hundreds of photos of all the adorable moments. Kendall typically only showed his love in undisclosed ways but with his children it was on full display.

As you and Iverson stared into a tank of swimming otters counting each one that passed, Kendall realized for the first time in weeks he didn’t feel like the world was collapsing in on him. There was something reassuring about watching you point out different frog species with Iverson and hold hands with Sophia, skipping together to each animal. Everytime he heard one of his kids yell “Dad, come look!” served as a reminder that he still had people in his life who cared about him. Who needed him.

Kendalls wandering thoughts were interrupted by a small tug on his sleeve and he looked down to find his daughter sweetly beaming up at him.

“What's up Princess? Are you having a good time?”

“Dad! y/n is so cool and you’re always happier when you're with her!” The young girl exclaimed.

Kendalls entire demeanor softened, and he kneeled down to wrap his arms around Sophia. Hearing those words nearly broke his heart. He was highly aware he wasn’t always at his best when around his kids, but he always tried to fake it for Sophia and Iverson. The fact that his kids could see past the facade made him sick. Just another reminder of the ways he was becoming like his father.

Kendall attempted to hide his shame from Sophia, responding smoothly “Yeah Soph, I guess you’re right about that. Lucky for us, I think y/n is here to stay.” In spite of her fathers hopefully tone, Sophia was hardly a young kid anymore and she could still see the fragment of sadness Kendall felt. She pleaded further “Please dad! y/n is the best! I want her around forever!”. After his divorce Kendall decided remarrying was out of the question for him. The thought of being like his dad; multiple wives with kids he ignored from each, practically gave him nightmares. However, Kendall couldn’t deny that when he met you, his mindset instantly changed. Within only a few months the thought of you having his child definitely crossed his mind more than once. He would catch himself picturing moments like you handing him a pregnancy test with a bright ‘+’ result. Staring up at him with your soft eyes anticipating his reaction. How he would scoop you up in his arms and yell “we're having a baby!” kissing you all over and reminding you how he would take care of you forever. Nonetheless, he always pushed those thoughts aside and never revealed how he really dreamed of you two ending up. The press already had a field day with your age gap, you were really starting to build momentum in your career and the last thing he ever wanted to do was make you feel trapped.

That night you and Kendall sat snuggling on the couch, scrolling through all of the silly photos taken throughout the day. You felt especially safe wrapped in Kendall's arms tonight. Assuming it was just the effects of getting to see Kendalls paternal instincts. He left gentle pecks along your forehead while giggling at every photo of Iverson and Sophia posing with the animals. The effortless time with his kids paired now with your warm body cuddled on top of him reliving the memories was already filling him with a mellow nostalgia.

As you scrolled past a selfie of you kissing Kendall on the cheek you giggled “we would make such cute babies.” Instantly Kendalls ears perked up seeing as he was the one usually joking about making babies.

“Are you kidding? Our kids would be like the next super model, techno DJ, fucking ultra geniuses!”

You expected Kendall to have to have such a teasing reaction but honestly you were being serious.

“Fuck yeah they would!” you joked back, pressing a peck to your boyfriend's lips. Kendall quickly deepened the kiss before pulling back to look at you.

“Did I ever tell you how sexy I think you would look pregnant?” Kendall whispered. “What? Omg Kendall no! You have never told me that” you laughed.

“Come on. What do you think… I think about after I cum in you?” he said with a large grin.

“Ken I- are you serious? Do you really think about you?”

Despite the giggle you let out as you asked, you knew Kendall caught on to the trace of hopefulness behind your question.

“Uh of course, I think about how fucking beautiful my girlfriend would be with my child, yeah.” Kendall assured.

Your heart was nearly pounding out of your chest. Despite being unsure if Kendall was being honest or simply pulling your heartstrings hearing him say those words was making you melt deeper into his arms.

“Mm really? How often?” you teased, hoping to gather more confirmation that Kendall wasn’t just joking.

“Um okay, you want me to be honest?” he asked.

“One hundred percent.” you said.

“Like. Everyday.”

Stunned by his answer, your mouth fell open and stumbled to come up with a response.

“Seeing you with Sophia and Iverson, waking up to you every morning, fuck y/n, you have no idea how bad I want to come home to you and our family.” Kendall continued.

“Our family?” you questioned.

You could sense Kendalls discomfort with your reaction. You hadn’t intended to say that thought aloud but you were speechless. It felt as if the delusional world in your head and reality were swapping places.

Kendalls large eyes were staring into your eyes, anxiety flooding his body, praying you say something else.

“Ken I-” you began, before being interrupted by a distressing Kendall.

“Look y/n its just a thought, I mean I’m definitely not trying to push for something you’re not ready for, like I know your young and-”

Crashing your lips into Kendalls was the only way you knew to shut him up from his fearful rambling.

“But…I want you, Kendall.” you said.

Your hands holding his face to look directly into his dark eyes. “I want all of you. All of your bad habits. All of your ex-wife, Roy family drama baggage. And especially…to have your babies.” you drew out slowly, letting a devilish smile creep onto your face.

That was all the reassurance Kendall needed before he was kissing you deeply , moving to positioning himself in between your thighs, hovering above you.

“Is that really what you want y/n? You want me to make you mine?” His previously trembling voice was now confident and nearly patronizing.

“Mhm baby, only yours” you replied sweetly while attempting to grind your hips up to Kendalls. That slight bit of friction was met with a repressed grunt from Kendall, his hands moving to tightly grip your hips, halting any movement. You could tell Kendall was already craving you. You could feel his dick growing harder as it pressed firmly against your clothed center. The truth was Kendall was hard since the conversation had begun. Even when you had simply joked earlier about making cute babies Kendall couldn’t help the blood that instantly rushed to his cock, causing it to throb against his sweats.

Kendall moved slowly to remove the soft sweater you were wearing, gently helping you to pull out each arm before lifting it over your head. His lips softly connected to your neck. Leaving light pecks, stopping occasionally to gently suck on the skin and admire the small blemishes he was leaving behind. His large hands softly massaging your breasts before his tongue swiftly moved to draw light circles around your nipples. Taking the small bud between his lips and sucking tenderly, making sure to give each nipple equal attention. Your body pushed your chest forward desperately giving in to his delicate touch. His ability to instantly turn you into a moaning mess never failed.

You squirmed beneath him searching for something to grind against, desperate to stimulate the area he was ignoring.

“This is what you’ve been waiting for isn’t it? For me to fuck you and make you mine? Already so eager for my fucking cum in you. My pretty girl” Kendall taunted softy. Watching you gasp as your back arched into him.

“Please Ken” you pleaded.

His fingers trace slowly down your body, finally making contact with your touch deprived center. Using two fingers to rub soft circles on your clit and slide them through your slick folds pressing firmly against your slit. His fingers were instantly covered in your wetness before he even dipped them into your pussy.

Kendall stared into your eyes as he brought the first finger he used to spread your pussy to his lips. Sliding the digit slowly into his mouth, “Fuck! You taste so good”. Bringing his second finger to your mouth with a commanding “suck”. You gladly accepted and softly sucked on the flesh tasting yourself before Kendall removed the finger with a loud popping sound.

He quickly moved from between your thighs to kneeling at the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms firmly around your thighs and pulling your dripping pussy level to his mouth. You cried out as his lips connected directly to your exposed clit. Kendall hummed into your pussy as he tongued the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hands grasped desperately searching for something to hold onto as you felt your orgasm building in your stomach. Kendall removed his firm grasp from around your hips and found your hands, interlocking his fingers with yours. “Fuck Ken! You’re gonna- make me cum! Please- please don't stop!” You cried out, squeezing his hands harder feeling your eyes close shut. On nights when Kendall was feeling especially dominating, now is when he would completely pull away. Always trying to see how many times he could bring you to the edge before he finally gave you permission to cum. However, tonight was different. Kendall was on a mission to prove just how good he could make you feel, how bad he wanted to give you everything, that he would truly take care of you. His cock was leaking with precum appreciating every sound that left your body as he continued working your pussy. Rapidly licking at your slit and sucking on your clit until finally the knot building in your stomach released. You couldn't stop the dramatic stream of moans that left your body.

“Oh my God Ken!”

“Good girl” Kendall hummed as you attempted to catch your breath feeling your sensitive pussy throbbing inside.

You yelped, as you felt Kendalls mouth return to your overstimulated clit leaving light kisses while he worked to remove his sweatpants and boxers.

Kendall gently lifted you in both arms and softly laid you back down in the center of the bed. Taking his time to kiss you deeply as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. His chest heaving against yours as he lowered his waist. His dick finally making contact where you had been craving it most, smoothly grinding his tip in between your folds.

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, his dark voice whispering lowly into your ear “You’re my fucking girl.”

“I’m all yours Ken.”

“And this.” Kendall moved his hands to lightly slap his dripping head against your clit, “is my fucking pussy.” His aggressive words muttered with affection and tenderness.

“It’s your pussy Kendall. Forever”

Gradually Kendall began pushing his tip into your soaking entrance, taking his time to guide his cock deeper. Halting his movements frequently to feel you stretch around him.

“Fuck! I love you.” He grunted when his cock finally bottomed out. Dropping all his weight onto your hips, rocking deeply into you. His body was pressed so tightly against yours making you feel especially small and protected. His pelvic bone brushing against your clit with every thrust as he smoothly gained aggression.

Breathy mumbles of “I love you too Kendall, I love you so much” left your lips. His powerful thrust sending electricity straight from your brain to your pussy and through every inch of your body. The sound of your wet pussy dripping around Kendalls cock, his warm breath brushing your neck as he moaned deeply instinctively made you wrap your legs tightly around his hips. Although Kendall had intended to be soft with you tonight he couldn't stop himself from pounding into you ruthlessly. He could feel your pussy tightening around his cock with each thrust signaling you were close to cumming once again.

“Fuck baby! Why are you so fucking wet for me huh? Does it turn you on knowing I’m gonna cum in that fucking pussy? My pretty girl, gonna have my baby?”

He wasn’t expecting a real answer, only seeking to push you closer to cumming on his cock. He was using everything in him not to cum before you and you could feel his smooth pace become more erratic as he snapped his hips harshly against yours.

Letting go of his tight grasp around your body to balance with his forearms on either side of your head. Holding your face with his hands, pressing his forehead lightly atop yours.

“You want my fucking cum?” He questioned, doing his best to maintain a firm tone as he held back his orgasm.

“Yes Ken! I want your cum, baby! Please!” you cried out.

“Tell me where you want it. Tell me where you want me to cum baby”. He was fucking into you at a brutual pace watching as tears began forming in the corners of your eyes.

“Fuck! In my pussy Ken, please cum inside me!” you pleaded as his words drew you to your second orgasm. That was all Kendall needed to hear before he was releasing deep inside you with a powerful thrust. It felt as if you could feel his cum hitting your cervix as he maintained his rough pace, fucking his cum deeper into you. Kendall could feel his orgasm rushing through his entire body, his cock throbbing inside of you, twitching, as he felt your nails drag down his back and your pussy squeezing around him. Milking every ounce of pleasure.

Kendall slowly pulled out you with a deep sigh. The loss of contact, already causing you to feel empty. You were yearning for him to reach out his arms again and pull you into a deep hug. Kendall traced his fingers lightly over your stomach, remaining silent as he studied every inch of your body before dropping to lay down on his back next to you. “Is he already regretting this?” You thought to yourself as Kendall laid silently staring up at the ceiling. You could feel you heart slowly sinking, letting out a soft sigh as you sat up and began shuffling off the bed. Your movements, quickly interrupted by Kendall reaching to pull your body into his lap. Straddling him, his toned arms pulled you into him tightly. Your chests rose and fell in sync as you both breathe in deeply. You feel Kendalls chests begin to vibrate beneath you and he lets out a loud chuckle, brightly exclaiming “We’re gonna have a fucking baby!”

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The Vanity and Variability (4)

[ Jane Austen • Aemond x Baratheon • female ]

[ warnings: fingering, kissing, masturbation, smut, sexual tension, angst, mention of trauma ]

[ description: Despite coming from a family with royal blood, Aemond is forced because of his brother’s debts to choose one of the daughters of the famously wealthy general, Borros Baratheon, as his wife to save his family from bankruptcy. When he arrives to make his choice he is distraught and discouraged, made all the more so by watching from the sidelines his youngest daughter, who seems more intrigued by his dog than her possible future husband. Slow burn, sexual tension, regency and Jane Austen prose vibe, vain, self-righteous Aemond. ]

A story which is an alternative universe of The Impossbile Choice taking place in regency times (1805-1815). The characters are all the same as in the main series, however, for obvious reasons they will behave differently and experience things differently from medieval times. You can read this without having to delve into the main series.

Aemond & Miss Baratheon & Vhagar Moodboard

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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She didn't suspect it was possible, but after the ball and the brief exchange of words that took place between them, the relationship between her and their guest had warmed significantly in her eyes. She no longer avoided him or held a grudge against him, they even exchanged short, polite pleasantries sometimes when they passed each other at home.

They occasionally came across each other during their long walks and usually then, to her surprise, Mr Targaryen did not avoid her by continuing on his way, but turned back with her, accompanying her silently on her way. Sometimes she dared to ask him one or two questions that she felt did not invade his privacy, but would allow her to learn something about him.

"Do you miss London, sir?" She asked one day, walking beside him with her hands folded behind her back, mimicking his gesture, and he hummed under his breath, looking around at the fields spread out before them, thinking over her question.

"I don't know. Maybe." He said in an absent voice, sunk in his thoughts. His answer surprised her, as she was sure he was going to start talking about what comforts he wouldn't experience here awaited him in London or that his family was waiting for him there.

However, he didn't elaborate on the subject, so she decided not to tire him out or draw anything out of him, recognising that friends should be protective of each other and understand one another.

The thought that a thread of understanding and a kind of mutual concern had been established between them pleased her, as she was no longer uncomfortable in his presence, able to place him at last in her mind as someone who was now part of her home.

She shuddered when she suddenly heard his low, thoughtful voice, not looking at her as the words left his lips.

"Where is your mother buried?"

She glanced at him astonished, feeling some kind of discomfort and pain at her mention. She lowered her gaze, sighing heavily.

"She's buried in the cemetery right behind the church. We're not far away, I can show you what a beautiful headstone our father ordered for her, if you like." She said softly, lifting her gaze to him uncertainly, convinced that he would refuse, that he had only asked her out of pure courtesy.

He, however, hummed under his breath and nodded.

For this reason, they turned onto a different road than usual, leading through the woods to the back of the cemetery. They entered its grounds through a side wicket, rows of old tombstones overgrown with ivy surrounded by the sunlight falling on them through the leaves of the trees. It was beautiful weather, perfect for melancholic walks in such places.

As promised, she stepped into one of the side alleys and stopped in front of a gravestone with a large statue of an angel with a woman's face, looking upwards with a raised hand.

She lowered her gaze, looking down at her fingers and saw out of the corner of her eye how, standing beside her, he made the sign of the cross and folded his hands in front of him, closing his eye, sinking apparently in prayer.

It made her heart warm to see this, feeling somehow that he was showing her mother respect in this way.

From the situation in the church, his approach was more gentle.

She closed her eyes, also deciding to pray, hearing the pleasant rustling of leaves and birdsong all around her.

She thought she wanted to pray for him.

So she asked her mother, who she believed was in heaven, to take care of him, to help him understand himself and make the right choice. That she would guide him as she had guided her through the difficult moments of his life, that she would watch over him in danger and moments of doubt.

She opened her eyes, feeling her heart warm at the thought, and looked at him, his cool, impenetrable gaze fixed on her. He lowered his head, clearly feeling that an awkward silence had fallen between them that he should break, but as usual he struggled to engage in a light, non-committal discussion.

"Please, sir. Don't worry about it. We don't need to talk. You don't even know how happy I am to have been able to come here with you." She said lightly, making the sign of the cross in front of the statue once more and turned away, walking slowly back the way she had come, turning to follow him with a smile over her shoulder.

He merely murmured and moved behind her, catching up with her step, looking around, admiring the beautiful old tombstones. She thought she felt some strange kind of peace in his company, quieting herself completely and appreciating that he was more careful with his words with her.

As they began to approach towards her house he countered that he would take another walk alone, and she nodded, moving away without a word.

He always did this so no one would see them coming back together.

He didn't want her sisters to torment her again.

He was really trying to be her friend and this thought filled her with a warm, pleasant feeling.

As soon as she stepped inside and pulled off her coat, Floris ran up to her, furrowing her brow.

"Have you seen Mr Targaryen? Are you trying to take him for yourself again?" She asked, looking at her reproachfully, Maris leaned out of the living room, listening to the whole exchange of words intently.

"No, I was at the cemetery. I didn't see him." She lied easily, recognising that the last person she intended to confide in was Floris.

Later that day, Cassandra and Ellyn insisted on arranging a walk into town together to take advantage of the fine weather, having heard rumours earlier that there were some lovely new dresses in Mrs Thomson's shop. To her surprise, after much persuasion, not only her brother but Mr Targaryen himself agreed.

Not wanting to frustrate her sisters and listen to the remarks that all his attention was focused on her she walked at the very end, looking around with a gentle smile, somehow happy and reassured that only she knew their little secret.

They were friends.

She saw him glance over his shoulder once in a while, seemingly just looking at the sights around him, but his gaze would focus on her for a moment, just for a moment, as if he wanted to see if she was suffering greatly from having to adapt to her sisters' moods.

The other thing that pleased her greatly was the apparent warming of his relationship with her brother. They often chatted in the sitting room away from the girls, sitting side by side at a small table discussing military and historical literature, which they both devoured in vast quantities, and she thought with amusement that if Royce had not been a man but one of her sisters, Mr Targaryen would have married him.

When they arrived at last they came upon a regiment of soldiers, among whom she immediately spotted Colonel Strong. She looked away, embarrassed by his words at the ball.

He had told her then, after their first dance, that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and he would be most reluctant to let her out of his arms. If Mr Targaryen had not interfered, she would have burned with shame.

How could he say such a thing to a girl he was seeing for the first time in his life?

She swallowed loudly and forced herself to smile when she saw him pull off his cap and approach her with a smile, bowing at the waist, and she nodded in front of him, noticing out of the corner of her eye the impatient gaze of Mr Targaryen and Royce in their direction.

She thought he had told her brother of his doubts about him.

"Miss Baratheon. What a wonderful coincidence. I was thinking of you." He said calmly, a gentle, serene smile on his face, but there was something in the way he phrased the sentence, in the look in his eyes that made her uncomfortable.

"Mr Strong. It's pleasure to see you too." She replied as warmly as she could, her sisters looking at her curiously from afar, laughing, probably thinking that some sort of flirtation was just taking place between them.

Her gaze turned to Mr Targaryen, his face expressing strained indifference, his lips tightened, the gaze of his healthy eye directed straight at Colonel Strong.

"I see that you and Mr Targaryen are close." He said lightly, and she immediately turned her face towards him, embarrassed, ready to deny it right away. "If I were you, however, I would not trust him. Everyone knows why he came here, and what he has been doing in London so far with the Countess Rivers."

She swallowed loudly, freezing with her mouth half-open, her voice trapped in her throat. She shook her head, blinking rapidly, trying to put any kind of smile on her face that would hide how horrified she was by his words, how hard her heart began to pound.

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean." She said softly, her voice trembling slightly, and hearing this he lowered his gaze and smiled in such an omniscient way that she realised he had drawn exactly the reaction he wanted from her.

"It was a scandalous affair. A much older woman who probably killed her husband to be with her lover and heir to a fortune. Well, the fortune is admittedly gone, but he still has his title and princely blood. He wanted very much to marry her, but did not get permission to do so. His grandfather decided they needed money." He told his story calmly, as if he were spinning some dull tale that might not interest her.

She felt pain, disappointment, regret, her brow furrowed in disbelief, her throat squeezed so tightly that for a moment she had trouble breathing. She looked towards Mr Targaryen, when their eyes met she saw that there was concern on his face.

She turned to face Colonel Strong again, swallowing with difficulty, and she grunted, holding back tears that were rising under her eyelids.

"How would I know if these were not only cruel accusations on your part?" She asked in a trembling voice, looking at him defiantly, clinging to the hope that he simply wanted to destroy his image in her eyes. He, however, chuckled under his breath, folding his hands behind him, turning his head curiously.

"I think many people can confirm that they heard disturbing noises from the rooms they locked themselves in during the balls in London. Though I assume an innocent creature such as yourself might not know what that means or what it entails." He said softly, and she felt a single, solitary tear of cruel disappointment and pain run down her cheek.

She didn't know what to do with what she was feeling, so she just turned tense and headed for home, heedless of her sisters' calls.

When she heard someone following her, she sped up her stride, not turning around, afraid of who she would see.

"Miss Baratheon. Wait." She heard Mr Targaryen's concerned voice behind her as he tried to level with her step, but she moved away from him immediately when he tried to come closer.

"Did he bother you again? Did he say something inappropriate?" He asked, grabbing her slightly by her arm, wanting to stop her, she however broke away from him aggressively, pushing him back.

"Did he say something inappropriate? A lot of things. About you, sir." She said angrily and they both stopped, breathing loudly, his gaze expressing consternation.

"He told me that you have a good friend in London." She whispered, swallowing loudly, tears one after another running down her cheeks. She looked away, glancing at the fields around them, shrugging her shoulders in a gesture of helplessness.

"It's in the past." She heard his terrified, throaty voice; she knew he was afraid of what she would do with this information. "I have nothing in common with her anymore."

She involuntarily laughed despairingly through her tears at his words, looking at him with raised eyebrows, he was paler than usual, looking at her pleadingly, his lips parted slightly.

"Do you think that is enough? That you would say that you no longer have anything in common with her? What would you say if you found out that Cassandra, Ellyn or Floris had a lover before you came here, on top of that, one you would have the pleasure of seeing among society after marrying them? I will tell you what you would say, sir." She said in a shaky voice, stepping closer to him, he pressed his lips together, swallowing with difficulty, she had the feeling that he himself was on the verge of crying for some reason.

"You would say that they are ungodly harlots unworthy of one look from you, unworthy to have any gentleman as their husband. You would say so because that is the way this world is made, that a man can take what he wants and a woman must wait until someone finally desires her, but in a way that does not deprive her of her honour and her dignity. However, you will not direct this same contempt towards yourself, you will not say that you are ashamed, you will not admit to my father that you are unworthy of his daughters, you will only stand proudly and say that this is the past. A past that would destroy any woman in your position!" She shouted desperately in his face, sobbing loudly, she heard a quiet moan leave his lips at her words, a single tear ran down his cheek.

"I am ashamed." He mumbled in a trembling voice, as if only now the weight of his actions and their significance had overwhelmed him, and she shook her head, distraught and disappointed.

"It's not enough." She mumbled with difficulty and turned, his angry, distraught voice reaching her from behind her.

"Were you as harsh towards your father?"

She felt something inside her freeze, she stopped and turned her pale face towards him. Only seeing the look on her face did his eye widen in horror, understanding what a mistake he had made, how he had misjudged the situation.

"What?" She choked out with a groan of despair, looking at him with her mouth wide open.

He swallowed loudly and shook his head, thus showing her that he would say nothing more, that he was wrong, that if he could he would take back his words spoken in despair and anger.

"What are you talking about, sir?" She asked him louder, feeling the anger rising within her, her heart pounding like mad.

"You should not hear this from me." He mumbled, lowering his gaze, another tear running down his face, his lower lip trembling, his healthy eye open wide.

"BUT I HEARD IT FROM YOU!" She cried out in a breaking voice, putting her hand over her mouth, trying to calm the convulsions of sobs that were breaking out of her throat.

He looked at her, trembling as she did, looking at her pleadingly, shaking his head.

She turned and simply ran away from him and from what she had found out.

Her father moved after her, seeing the state in which she ran into their house, followed her upstairs and knocked on her door. She locked herself up, sitting down by her bed and crying loudly.

"My darling, what has happened? Did someone hurt you? Please, open the door." He said pleadingly, knocking loudly, and she hid her head between her knees and cried further.

Her father had a lover.

A lover he certainly hid from them in London.

How could he?

Did he no longer love her mother?

Had he forgotten her?

She didn't leave her room all day, refusing to eat or drink. She refused to speak or see anyone, sad and depressed, not even Royce's voice compelled her to open up to him.

Late in the evening, lying in her bed in only her nightgown, she heard the sound of a door opening, someone's footsteps and rustling. She glanced behind her and saw that there was a letter lying on the floor beneath her door.

She swallowed loudly, guessing who the sender was, and wondered for a moment whether she should just tear it up and throw it away. However, she decided after a moment that everyone had a right to defend themselves.

She rose from the bedclothes and walked over to the envelope, grasping it in her hands, returning to her bed with it.

It was not sealed.

She opened it and took out two sheets of paper fully filled with small, masculine writing.

Miss Baratheon, I cannot describe how ashamed I feel after what happened today during our walk. I don't even know where to begin, so I will perhaps start with Colonel Strong's words about me, which, sadly, I must admit, are true. Over the past two years I have in fact had an intimate relationship with Countess Rivers. I write about this, as I have already mentioned, with great shame and regret, as this relationship on my part was an expression of my boyish helplessness. In my position, with my appearance, of which you are well aware, the interest of a beautiful and mature woman was something I thought I might never experience again in my life. This, of course, is no excuse, however, now, writing to you, I understand that there were no deep feelings behind my action, but the need to be desired, just as a child desires to be seen and noticed by a parent. I now recognise the deplorable nature of my actions and am ashamed of them, but what happened is irretrievably lost, as is my reputation in your eyes. I also want to make it clear that I deserve to be reprimanded as cruelly as you have inflicted on me and, in a way, I appreciate your honesty and directness, characteristic of a friend, which I am afraid you no longer consider me to be, all the more so after what I said about your father. Here, I must admit, I have nothing to defend myself. My behaviour and my words were shameful and disrespectful, all the more so when you look at the care with which your father welcomed me into your home despite the fact that I had come here to, let us be honest, beg for his daughters' dowry. However, I want to ask you not to lose your good opinion of him. I firmly believe that his decisions are dictated by not destroying your domestic tranquillity and the memory of your mother with another woman who would take her place at his side. After his words, which he has shared with me, I believe that in his eyes there is no one who can fill the void in his heart after his loss of her, and that his behaviour, understandably causing you pain and bringing you disappointment, is due to his loneliness. I have never before met a parent who loved his children so dearly. Even I, as a complete stranger to him, must admit with shame that Mr Baratheon pays more attention to me than my own father. You asked me some time ago if I missed London, but I was ashamed to answer you at the time that I did not. I only miss my mother and my younger brother, with whom, thank God, I maintain regular correspondence. To conclude this letter and my pathetic tale, I would like to apologise to you and assure you that I will understand if you tell your father about everything, I am ready to give him all the necessary explanations for my disgraceful behaviour. I also want to assure you that this is indeed the end of that unfortunate relationship for me and I have no intention of continuing it. I only dare to ask you to pray to God for my broken, empty soul. With sincerest affection Aemond

She read his letter several times, choking on her own tears, pressing her lips together to keep from making a sound. She felt hundreds of feelings at once, joy, grief, sympathy, sadness, relief, pain.

Reading his words, she felt as if he had poured his thoughts onto paper for her, let her into his mind, which had remained closed to others, laid himself bare to her.

Although she still felt disappointed, knowing that he was willing to open up to her, that he explained everything to her and apologised made her feel a little better.

She thought that he was now sitting alone in his room, broken and frightened, thinking for certain that she hated him, where in fact he had never seemed closer to her before.

She rose slowly, turning the key quietly in the lock and opened the door, looking around. She closed it behind her and ran barefoot to the other side of the corridor, careful of the bits of wooden floor that always creaked, and knocked on his door, wrapped only in her thin shawl.

She heard Vhagar rise from her place, and then someone's quiet footsteps. The door opened and he was standing in front of her in only his chemise and black trousers with braces, looking at her in disbelief, she noticed that his long white hair was already loose and she felt ashamed at the sight. She swallowed quietly, looking at him uncertainly.

"May I come in?" She whispered and he nodded quickly, leaning out and looking around to see if anyone had seen them, closing the door behind her.

Vhagar ran up to her merrily wagging her tail, wanting to start barking with happiness, but they both hushed her, Mr Targaryen ordering her to lie back in her place by his bed.

They looked at each other uncertainly at last, an uncomfortable, heavy silence around them.

"Have you read my letter?" He asked uncertainly, placing his hands behind him, looking to the side, moving his lower lip anxiously in an involuntary, nervous gesture.

"Yes." She whispered quietly, looking at her fingers, then back at him.

"I won't tell my father about anything." She added, and he looked at her with disbelief mixed with relief. He swallowed loudly, letting the air out quietly.

"Thank you."

They looked at each other in a silence even more awkward than before, having been in private with each other in a closed room for too long to consider it consistent with good manners, even more so when she was in such a negligee.

For some reason, however, she didn't want to leave.

She felt an overpowering shame and warmth at the thought that she wanted to stay by his side.

"If you wish, I can stay by your side tonight so you don't feel so lonely." She whispered quietly and it was only when these words, in her mind innocent, left her lips that she realised how ambiguous they sounded.

She saw his pupil dilate; he was looking at her with his lips slightly parted. She was sure he would answer her that it was inappropriate and thank her for her concern, but he said something completely different.

"If anyone catches us, you'll have to become my wife. You know that, don't you?" He asked lowly, and she felt heat between her thighs and some kind of pulsing, her cheeks flushed.

She thought he was just teasing her, that he would never propose to her.

"Hmm." He hummed under his breath as he approached her slowly, extending his hand to her. She grasped it tentatively and he led her to his bed.

She could feel her heart pounding, how inappropriate what they were doing now was, but all she wanted was to be by his side on this difficult day, she herself not wanting to be alone after what she had found out, which she could not share with any one else.

She lay down on the edge of the bed, sliding under the sheets, lying with her back to him, looking towards the window, seeing the clear shape of a crescent moon and stars.

She swallowed hard and shuddered when she felt him lay down behind her.

He did not touch her.

His warm breath was wrapping around her neck, making goosebumps run down her spine, something inside her clenched pleasurably again, she felt her whole body tense up.

What was happening to her?

She pressed her fingers against the fabric of the sheet, clenching her thighs and rubbing them against each other. She drew in the air with difficulty when she felt how her movement made a wave of pleasure pass through her, some kind of sticky wetness running down her skin.

She wasn't sure if she would be able to fall asleep.

She shuddered when she heard him twist behind her and grunt quietly, sensing for certain that she was awake.

"Can't you fall asleep?" He whispered, though they both knew that those few minutes were too soon for either of them to fall asleep, even more so in these conditions.

She swallowed quietly, gathering her courage and turned onto her back, turning her gaze towards him, surprise painted on his face that she dared to move so close to him.

"I think I should go back to my room after all." She said quietly, softly, fiddling with the string from the tying of her nightgown in a nervous gesture. She saw him looking at her intensely and swallowed hard before he managed to force anything out.

"Why?" He asked uncertainly and she felt heat spreading through her body, she had the feeling that her cheeks were burning. They stared at each other for a moment, both breathing heavily through their noses, as if they had just run somewhere very fast.

"I feel uncomfortable. I'm tense and I'm warm." She said embarrassedly, lowering her gaze, clenching her thighs once more, feeling something inside her pulse again as she said this.

She saw his gaze escape greedily downwards feeling her move under the sheets, saw his lips part slightly. When his gaze returned to her face he was looking at her in a way that sent shivers through her.

It seemed to her that his iris was completely black.

"Where?" He asked in a strangely determined, sharp manner in which there was no aggression but some kind of excitement, through which her chest rose and fell rapidly, she clenched her fingers in her palms, unable to look away from him.

"What do you ask, sir?" She muttered in a trembling, uncertain voice, feeling as if her heart would leap out of her chest, the place between her thighs pulsed and clenched, strangely hot and wet, she even felt a kind of discomfort and pain.

He was silent for a long moment, just looking at her as if he was fighting with himself, knowing that what he would say would be less than appropriate.

"I'm asking about where you feel tense." He whispered, squeezing his lower lip involuntarily as he said the words, they stared at each other with wide eyes, no longer breathing through their noses, but through their mouths.

She furrowed her eyebrows as if in worry, blinking rapidly, the feeling between her legs seemed unbearable to her. She thought she shouldn't tell him about it, but some strange feminine conviction told her that he knew perfectly well what was happening to her and that was what excited him the most.

She realised that she had never known such a feeling before, it was only his closeness that affected her in this way. However, she didn't know why this was happening or what to do to feel relief.

"Down. It's like a tickle." She mumbled out with difficulty, embarrassed, lowering her gaze as she felt a shudder run through his whole body, fingers of his hand that lay next to her began to rub against each other in an anxious, impatient gesture.

"It tickles you very much?" He asked in a strangely weak, quiet, hoarse voice from which a shiver went through her whole body, her thighs clenched tightly, she could feel the wet stain on her nightgown under her buttocks. She only nodded her head, helpless, feeling that she was about to cry.

She heard him swallow his saliva loudly.

"Do you want me to show you how you can relieve yourself?" He asked in a trembling voice so quietly that she barely heard him. She drew in the air loudly, not daring to look at him, she was so hot she could feel droplets of sweat running down her back, her heart was beating so hard she had a feeling he could hear it.

"How would you show it to me?" She choked out with difficulty, heard the quiet click of his tongue as he licked his lips, not taking his eyes off her.

"I would direct your hand. There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's natural." He whispered, as if trying to convince not only her but himself that this inopportune, ambiguous conversation should be happening at all.

She breathed loudly through her mouth, undecided, wanting it and at the same time wondering if she should just run away. She recognised, however, that even if she ran away the feeling between her thighs would remain and she wouldn't know what to do with it. She thought that if he was merely to guide her own hand, to help her like a true friend, then perhaps there was nothing wrong with that.

She nodded her head.

She heard him sigh loudly in disbelief, his large, trembling hand lifted and placed on her own. For a moment he just stroked her warm skin with his thumb, as if to reassure her.

"If you feel uncomfortable, say so, and we'll stop. All right?" He asked in a trembling, low voice, moving a little closer to her, and she just nodded quickly, unable to look at his face, all red with embarrassment.

She had the feeling that her mind was foggy, that she wasn't thinking soberly, the only thing she was able to focus on was that unbearable tension between her legs.

They both drew in a loud breath as his hand slid down a little, pulling the material of her nightdress up so that her naked body was touching the bedclothes. She could feel it, however they were both covered by the duvet and could not see anything, so she did not feel completely exposed and tried to reassure herself with this thought.

She swallowed loudly when she felt his hand on hers again, this time he lifted her with a soft, respectful movement and together with his he slid her lower and lower until she reached her place of suffering.

As they both felt how hot and wet she was they let out a pathetic, high-pitched sigh on the verge of a moan, she felt his quick breath on her face, involuntarily his nose pressed against her hot cheek, and she pressed her temple against his forehead, seeking protection, help, safety.

Neither of them said anything when his fingers sank her hand into her own juices, intertwined their fingertips so that his skin ran over them too, a low moan came from his throat, as if what they were doing was causing him as much pain as it was causing her.

She began to breathe faster and faster and closed her eyes as, with each, circular movement he forced her fingers to make, trailing them around the spot from which the waves of pleasure were passing through her, her insides pulsed more and more, her heart pounding so fast she felt like she was about to die.

It wasn't until he hushed her, running his nose along her cheek that she realised that a quiet, helpless whines had begun to come from her mouth, her thighs spread apart in some natural reflex, her body arching backwards and pushing against their entwined hands with every shiver of heat that flowed through her as he teased her pearl again.

"− I − I can't −" She mewled helplessly as she felt the tickling between her legs become unbearable, she felt like her whole body was on fire, her hips began to move to the movements of their fingers, searching for any source of more intense rubbing. She moaned in surprise when she felt his lips on her neck, placing shameless, slow, wet kisses on her skin.

"− just a moment longer − hold on − shhh −" He whispered and she felt his words, the touch of his lips between her legs, felt something approaching, that something was about to happen to her, she pulled her hand away from his and pressed his fingers to her womanhood, wanting to feel him, him, him.

They both stifled surprised, excited moans, his kisses on her neck increasingly pawsome, he sucked her skin between his lips, leaving sticky, wet marks on her, she held her hand on his wrist as his fingers massaged her with a sure, intense motion with the loud, embarrassing click of her moisture.

"− please − oh, God −" Broke out from her mouth like a plea as she furrowed her eyebrows, feeling something like pain from the tension, and then suddenly came complete relief and relaxation, a hot, tickling pleasure she hadn't known before in her life spilled over her insides, shaking her body, her mouth open wide in a sigh of relief and bliss, his fingers carried her through her elation with slow, steady movements.

"− that's it −" He praised her, kissing her higher and higher, his lips clinging to her jaw just below her ear. "− that's it −"

She felt as if she had suddenly become lighter, her body soft and numb, her walls pulsing pleasurably, slower and slower, until her breathing had calmed completely. She felt his hand from between her thighs lay on her womb.

She opened her eyes, as if suddenly brought back to reality, hearing only his loud, anxious breathing against her ear. She turned her face towards him and felt herself shudder when she met his gaze so close to hers, something in his eyes that made her hot.

Desire.

Before she had time to say or do anything his mouth was already on hers, throbbing, thirsty, swollen, wet, her fingers tightening on his hair, letting him slide his tongue deep down her throat.

She had a feeling that this one kiss was more lewd than anything they had done a moment ago.

They pulled away from each other, looking at each other in horror, as if only now realising what had happened between them. Only then did what they had known all along come over them like a blade cut.

Overpowering shame.

She pulled herself together suddenly, adjusting her chemise, breathing hard, she saw him rise quickly to sit down, looking at her with parted lips, terrified.

He was afraid she would tell her father about what they had done.

"I will not tell anyone about this. Please, forgive me, sir −"

"− I −" He began, but she would not let him finish.

"− but I'm afraid we can no longer be friends." She mumbled out and literally ran out of his room with tears in her eyes, opening her door and locking it behind her, turning it with the key.

She laid down on her bed and began to cry loudly, terrified and shaken, hugging her face into her pillow, only now understanding what she had done and what consequences it might have.

She felt like a sinner and a harlot, a shameless empty girl from whom God and the whole world would now turn away.

She knew that from now on she would be cursed and stigmatised.

That if anyone found out about this, no self-respecting man would ever want her as his wife.

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thatonecoryosimp · 2 years

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Forbidden Fruit. Stepdad!Dream x Reader

I- well... I don't have an excuse for writing this. By the way, I do not support having any romantic/sexual relations with stepfamily, this is all fiction and should be treated as such. I didn't use pronouns for the reader and afab body parts.

Words: 1,867

Warnings: Age gap, stepcest (Please don't have sex with your step siblings/parents), slight degradation, cheating (I do not condone this either, once again, purely fictional), choking, handcuffs, hair pulling, toys, daddy kink, slight overstim.

Started: 7/24/2022

Finished: 8/2/2022

~~~

Ever since my mom brought home her new boyfriend when I was eighteen, I knew I was in trouble. It was so hard to not stare at him, he was beautiful in every way. From his dirty blonde hair that had some semblance of grey streaks on the side, to his emerald eyes that would burn into my soul.

It only got worse after they got married. My mom had rushed so quick with him, getting engaged only a month after dating and having their wedding 8 months after. I had just freshly finished up high school and was moving out for college when he first moved in, at the time I was thanking my lucky stars that I wouldn't have to live with him for more than two weeks, but by the end, I was almost begging myself not to leave.

Nothing ever explicitly happened during those two weeks, but it was the way he would trail his hands down my shoulders whenever my mom wasn't around. How he would purposefully brush up against me whenever he walked by, the way he would lean close to me to the point where I could feel his breathing fan across my skin.

After I left my mind was always going to him on lonely nights. During the times I couldn't fall asleep and dipped my hands under the elastic of my shorts in the hopes of release.

Everything was fine, after a few months of being at college, the thought of Clay started to fade. He became more of a distant old fantasy than a man that lived in my head rent-free.

But then I had to go back for Christmas.

The house smelt of my mom's amazing cooking. The aroma filled my senses and helped me forget about my worries about her husband. That was until he stepped in front of me and pulled me into his chest.

"Hey, beautiful! It's so good to have you home again," he greeted in a cheery tone as he took a step away from me but kept his hands on my shoulders. I smiled, a slight blush creeping on my face.

"Hey, Clay. Where's my mom?"

"Oh, she's in the kitchen, darling."

I smiled and took a step back, placing my luggage on the floor and darting into the kitchen.

I greeted my mom with a happy hello and a warm hug. I was determined to not let Clay ruin my time home.

~~~

We had an amazing Christmas Eve dinner, one of the best in years, and for once I was able to forget about the weird tension between Clay and me. If only it lasted.

On Christmas morning I was woken up to the sound of my alarm blaring, I had thrown the covers off and ran down the stairs to the kitchen. Clay was sitting at the island counter sipping on an energy drink.

"No Christmas breakfast?" I asked in a playful tone. Clay's head snapped in my direction and a smile pulled at his lips.

"No, doll, but if you're really that desperate I'm sure I could stuff you."

A blush rose on my cheeks but I brushed it off, letting out an awkward chuckle. He stood up and started walking to me in slow steps. For every step he took, I took one back. But then I was pressed against the wall and he was caging me in.

"I'm serious, y'know. Don't even think I don't see how you look at me." He started leaning in, his lips just an inch from mine, and right as I was about to close the distance we heard my mom open the door to her bedroom.

Clay pulled away quickly and I let out a whine. He looked at me and smirked.

"Don't worry, darling, you'll get your present later."

~~~

By the end of the day, I was exhausted. I had thrown myself into bed in a flurry of less-than-graceful movements. It didn't take long for my eyes to close and for sleep to surround me.

I was awoken by a dip in the bed. My head shot up only to be held back down. I heard a familiar chuckle as my eyes found striking emerald eyes just inches from my face.

"You didn't think I would back down, did you? I have a present for you."

He leaned over to flick on my lamp light so I could see properly, in his hands sat a bright pink dildo and a pair of handcuffs. My eyes widened in shock and I heard him laugh.

"If at any point you want me to stop, you tell me, alright?" I nodded. "Good, now come here, stand in front of me."

I did as told, pushing off the blankets and moving to stand in front of where he was sitting.

"Strip."

My face heated and my eyes widened. My hands went to my shirt first, pulling the fabric over my shoulders. I could see him smirk slightly. My hands went to my pants and tugged them down before stepping out of them.

"Good, now turn around and put your wrists together behind your back."

I obeyed, legs working before I could even process what I was doing.

I could feel the metal of the handcuffs against my skin before I heard the click of them being locked into place.

I felt his hands on my hips as he pulled me backward so I was sitting on his lap, my back against his chest.

His hands went to my thighs and he pulled them apart, his hand dipping down to my folds.

"Already so fucking wet for your daddy, huh? You're such a fucking slut for me, aren't you?"

"Yes, daddy," I managed to let out in a breathy whimper as his fingers started rubbing circles on my clit. My head tilted back to lean against him further, a moan escaping my lips as he pressed a bit harder.

Suddenly I felt pressure at my entrance, I looked down to see him pressing the tip of the dildo to my folds.

"Want me to push it in, baby? Want me to use a plastic cock to get you off?"

"Yes, daddy, please!"

As soon as the words slipped from my mouth I felt the cold plastic slip between my folds. The toy was big, stretching me to a point I didn’t think would be physically possible. Once it was fully seated in me Clay seemed to pause.

“Is this still alright, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, feels so good,” I slurred out.

At my words he started quickly moving the toy in and out of me, a strangled cry left my lips as I arched my back against his chest. His free hand came up to my mouth.

"Quiet, darling, wouldn't want your mother to wake up."

I bit my lip and I felt his hand travel to my neck, squeezing the sides of it just enough to barely constrict my breathing.

"Daddy~, I'm gonna- gonna cum," I sputtered.

His hand grew tighter, "No you're fucking not."

I let out a noise of question before I felt him pull the dildo out. I whined but he just chuckled.

"Don't worry, little bitch, daddy's gonna fill ya up."

He shifted me onto the bed, him now laying between my outstretched legs.

He pulled off the sweater he was wearing and gave me a full view of the muscular expanse of his chest. I felt my lips part slightly as I stared. He looked up at me and chuckled.

His hands went to his sweats, quickly pulling down his boxers with them. He kicked them off, throwing them somewhere on the floor as he pressed his lips to mine.

"Think you can take me, doll?"

"Yes, please just fuck me."

He smiled again and I felt the tip of his cock being pressed to my cunt as he lined himself up. Soon enough he had slipped himself into my puffy lips and I leaned back, letting out a strangled moan as I did.

"You're so fucking wet."

I let out a whine as his hands came up to my chest, squeezing my nipples and tugging at the sensitive buds.

"Can I move?"

I quickly nodded and I felt his hips pull back before pushing back in. He started at a brutal pace, wrapping a hand around my throat while his other one was on the bed helping him stay stable.

Moans and whines were falling from my lips, and I could hear soft groans coming from the man above me.

I could feel my high pooling in my lower stomach, I fought against the restraints so I could try and grab onto him, but to no avail.

"Daddy, may I please cum? Please?" I managed to get out.

"Yes, doll. cum on daddy's cock."

I absent-mindedly nodded as I felt myself clench around him before finally, I unraveled.

I cried out, my vision becoming hazy. After a few moments, I had come back, realizing he was still thrusting into me at a sharp pace.

I cried out, the feeling of overstimulation becoming very prominent.

"I'm gonna cum, doll. Can I come inside?"

I quickly nodded, "I'm on the pill."

He groaned and nodded before I felt his hand move to my clit, rubbing fast circles on it.

I cried out, the overstim bleeding into pleasure as I felt the knot building again.

"You can give me another, can't you? Wanna cum with daddy?"

I nodded again and heard him laugh before his thrusts started getting sloppy. I felt his cock twitch inside me and his movements on my clit sped up.

My back arched into him and he pressed his head into the crook of my neck, "Cum, doll."

I obeyed, tipping over the edge again as I felt him slow and thrust one more time before hot ropes of cum started to cover my walls.

We sat there for a few moments, him hovering over me while we panted.

I felt him slip out and get up, he went to grab our clothes. He sat me up and unlocked the handcuffs, sitting them on my bedside table before slipping my shirt over my head.

"I'm gonna go get a rag, alright?"

I nodded.

He came back a few moments later and then cleaned us both up.

He slipped his clothes on before handing me my underwear.

He smiled at me and leaned over, pressing his lips to my forehead.

"If your mother wasn't home, I'd stay here with you."

I smiled.

"She's going on a trip all next week, and I'll still be home."

He smirked, "Well, we'll have some bonding time next week," he whispered before glancing over at the handcuffs.

I blushed and shook my head.

He pressed his lips to mine again before pulling away.

He stood and walked to the door, before leaving he turned back.

"Goodnight, doll."

"G'night, Clay," I muttered as I turned my light off. I snuggled into the sheets, my eyes closing as I let out a pleased sigh, although it was hard to ignore the feeling of guilt, but that was future me's problem.

~~~

That was the longest fic I have ever written. Took me like a week and it isn't even edited. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it. Once again, please please please, don't cheat and don't have sex with stepfamily.

Stay safe, and drink water.

I love you,

~Ace <3

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lazytitans-world · 2 months

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My pitch/outline for a Wish series

I wanted there to be a way for the abandoned concepts of Wish, such as Starboy and evil Amaya, to be utilized without re writing Wish out of respect to the team behind it. And so I thought, why not make a series that starts after Wish ends and uses those concepts in ways that stays true to the movie while the show can be its own thing.

Keep it mind these are just basic outlines of what the major stories are plus ideas for some fun filler episodes

Season 1: The main storyline of season one is a force of dark magic has appeared in Rosas and Asha must venture into the magic mirror to speak and possibly free Magnifico as he has the most knowledge of dark magic. Asha's journey into the mirror world would entail as a kind of therapy session for Magnifico as Asha and the audience learn more about Magnifico's past. Ultimately Magnifico would end up free from his mirror but would utlimately choose evil over good and in doing so harms Star with more powerful dark magic. Star is in critical condition and as Asha is caring for the star another ball of light makes it way outside of the building where Asha is caring for star. When Asha steps out to see what could have caused this, she is shocked to see a human-like boy her age standing right in front of her that is made of the same magic as star is made out of.

Season 2: This season will focus on building the relationship between Starboy and Asha. I do not want to go into detail on Starboy's character just yet but his relationship with Asha be a smaller enemy to lovers type story as he is weary of Asha's skill as a magic wielder and as a protector of Star. We would see their relationship grow as they try to help star recover from Magnifico's attack,, Starboy helping Asha master the wand given to her, and as they also deal with Amaya being corrupted by the dark magic let loose by Magnifico.

Amaya's turn would be a slow burn, as like her husband, her kindness and warm personality is teared away by the dark magic. The climax of the season would see Asha and Starboy learning that the effects of dark magic can be reversed if the person being corrupted is "pure of heart" or something along those lines and them having to battle Amaya who has gone full evil queen mode but would ultimately be saved by Asha who brings the good back out of her.

We'd also get little hints to how the stars, in this world at least, operate i.e. why and how Starboy is different from Star, Starboy's connection with Star and how Star might be more powerful than one would think.

The ending of this season would have Asha and Starboy officially become a couple, Star regaining its strength and even having some more power than it had before, and Magnifico, who has fully given into evil, preparing a major attack on Rosas but in particular wants the powers of both Star and Starboy.

Season 3 (final season): This season would build up to a two- or three-part finale that has Magnifico unleash his full powers of evil on to Rosas. Asha would reach her final form and be just as good as wielding magic as Star and Starboy are, maybe a little better in some respects.

I have yet to really settle on an ending but one idea that I see potential in is when once the battle is over and Magnifico has been held off; Asha, Starboy and Star would become this celestial power team that fights for love and the wishes of those who are good of heart as they will lead the fight against Magnifico who is using the power of evil and selfishness to defeat the power of good. Each side would begin looking to others to help in this lifelong battle as no one can do this alone and we'd see outlines or models of characters that resemble classic Disney helpers and villains such as Malefecent and the fairy godmother.

I am torn on making that the ending as I really don't want Wish to become an DCU style mess where everything was "always connected". I want this story to have ties and tributes to the disney movies of the past but do not want this story to interfere or be the cause of previous disney stories. I also toyed with the idea of Asha and Starboy influencing the original writers of the stories like Hans Christian Anderson or the Brothers Grim but I found that idea to be way to meta for its own good but maybe it could work I don't know.

Random episode pitches:

I want there to be at least one episode that deals with Amaya processing her husbands betrayal and defeat. Amaya, in the movie, cared for Magnifico and I would like to explore how his choices affected her personally and psychologically.

There would be a few episodes that would be used to reaffirm the relationship between Asha and Starboy as they deal with having a good first date even though everything seems to be going wrong and one getting jealous as someone else tries to flirt with one of them. I kind of want to give most of these episodes to Starboy as it grows his personality as I feel like he'd be the one getting jealous and trying to make the evening perfect.

I have considered some adventures taking place outside of Rosas, in other cities and kingdoms that look a lot like ones from other Disney stories. This is where we'd see Asha showcase her growth in magic and maturity that sets the stage for classic Disney stories to be told. I'd want to do at least one episode like this earlier on to gage reactions to see if the audience enjoys it when we tie into other Disney movies.

Early episodes in season one would focus on Asha growing her skills as a magic user. Once Starboy arrives he will be Asha's guide into more advance magic skills and season 3 would see her discover skills not even the stars knew were possible.

Season 2 would see an episode that has Star trying to push Asha and Starboy together but their relationship is not at that point yet but in the end we'd see the beginning of the romantic interests.

When Asha and Starboy admit their true feelings, I have considered doing an original song and not the demo version of At All Costs as everyone has done this and I want this to be different plus the moment may call for a song that fits it. I would like to use the song as its a nice callback to Asha's first meeting with Magnifico and what started this journey.

I want some episodes that showcase Asha's friends as well as other citizens of Rosas. I want to give Asha's friends a bit more to their character than just representations of the seven dwarfs and flesh out the kingdom a little more.

I am unsure if Sabino should pass away during the series or not. If he does I want to take it serious and have Asha and Starboy be there with Sabino having interacted with Starboy before then. This most likely would happen in the final season as Sabino's passing would give Asha the motivation to venture outside of Rosas.

We'd have an episode to learn more about Asha's dad, his backstory, how he met Sakina and how his passing affected the family. Starboy could learn more about Asha's family from this and that strengthens the bond between him and Asha as well as make a good parallel between his relationship with Star and Asha's relationship with her family.

In the mirror world we'd see how Magnifico interacted with Asha's mother, father and Sabino before the events of the movie. It would be interesting to see how that relationship fit into Asha working under the royal family.

Conclusion: I think Wish has a lot of potential but I know something like this has little to no chance of happening. And before you ask, I do not see myself writing actual scripts or stories because I just don't have the time or patience at the moment to go fully into this. This is just to satisfy my creative needs and to get these ideas on paper. If you're inspired by some of these ideas you are more than happy to make your own scripts, stories, animations and whatever just please credit me for ideas. Thank you for reading and have a great day

#disney wish #disney #wish #wish 2023 #wish reimagined #wish rewrite #disney star #asha x star #fandom #starboy #tv series #concept

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acciotherapists · 2 years

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The Throne Room

Loki x Reader

Summary: Loki introduces you to his parents and things don't go as planned

Warnings: Smut (alternate ending), angst (Odin is an asshole), fluff, Jotun Loki, 18+, reader has a bad dating history, abusive past (nothing in explicit detail but it is mentioned)

*If I've missed anything please let me know*

NSFW under cut

Loki’s hand gently pushed my hair out of my face as we waited for the door to the throne room to open. I took several slow, deep breaths to calm my nerves as Loki did his best to soothe the worries clouding my mind.

“They’ll love you, darling. Just as I do.”

I smiled, pressing my face into his hand as the guard informed us the king and queen were ready for us. I nodded and Loki removed his hand from my face, dropping it to my lower back as the doors opened.

“Welcome back,” an older man greeted as the woman beside him smiled kindly.

“Mother, father, this is Y/n, the woman I told you about,” Loki introduced before turning to me. “Y/n, this is my father, Odin, and my mother, Frigga. King and Queen of Asgard.”

The man nodded in greeting, though his face remained mostly expressionless apart from the strange twisting of his mouth as he pursed his lips. The woman smiled warmly, descending from the throne and engulfing me in a warm embrace. I breathed a sigh of relief before returning the hug. She pulled away and Loki squeezed my hand before turning to his father, who still hadn’t said a word. He cleared his throat before finally speaking.

“This is who you’ve chosen? This?” He looked back and forth between Loki and I, his expression holding nothing but disdain.

“Father,-” Loki began but I stopped him, my voice shaking as I spoke, trying to steady myself.

“I-I know I’m not what you expected, your majesty… but-.”

“I wasn’t talking to you, child,” Odin interrupted. “Honestly, of the two of my sons you’ve chosen Loki?”

My eyes widened as he spoke, realizing what he meant.

“Excuse me?” I hissed. The queen looked down, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room. I imagined this must’ve been a difficult position for her to be in, stuck between her son and her husband, but I refused to let Loki be spoken about this way.

“How dare you!” the king exclaimed.

“No, how dare you!” I spat as he stood up, trying to intimidate me but I held my ground. “He’s your son!”

He scoffed, his gaze falling on Loki. “You really haven’t told her?”

Loki glared at his father, who returned the gaze with a sickening smile.

“He’s a monster, my dear. You’re far better suited for my other son, Thor.”

I scoffed, laughing at his stupidity, before regaining my composure. “Go to hell,” I spat.

“Tell her, Loki. Tell her what you are.”

“I know what he is!” I hissed. “But more importantly know who he is! It’s clear to me he got his kindness from his mother and not from you! Have you ever even seen his Jotun form?”

Silence.

“Well, I have,” I continued. “And he’s beautiful. I feel sorry for you that you’ve lived with him his whole life and have never cared to see him as he is.”

“I found him as a Jotun child!” he spat. “I saved him from the frozen rock!”

“And you’ve hidden his true form since then! You’ve never bothered to ask him how he feels about any of it!” I yelled.

“I truly had such high hopes for you,” Odin said, changing the subject. “You could’ve ruled this realm.”

“She will rule it,” Loki hissed. “Side by side with me.”

Odin scoffed. “Don’t tell me you’ve brought her here under the impression she will be your queen.” He turned to me. “Oh, my dear. It appears he’s lied to you. He’s not in line for the throne, nor has he ever been. If your interest is in being queen, you’re far better suited for Thor.”

“Fuck you!” I hissed before turning to Loki.

“Y/n, I-,” Loki began but I stopped him.

“We’re going to talk about the lying, but you…” I turned back to Odin. “You have no right to speak about him that way. No wonder he feels he has to lie! All you’ve ever done is make him feel like he would never be worthy of anything! I feel sorry for you! It must be a very lonely life when your only purpose is making your son feel like shit!”

“My purpose is making sure my kingdom is safe and provided for! My eldest son, Thor, has proven he can handle these matters where Loki cannot. I’m sure he could provide for you as well.”

“Are you serious?” I scoffed.

“All I’m saying, child, is you could rule Asgard… be queen at his side.”

“Go to hell,” I spat.”

Odin sat back, a small smile playing over his lips as he said the last thing I ever expected him to say: “Right answer.”

“What?”

“Darling, I’m so sorry,” Loki whispered, taking my hands in his. “This was necessary and I had no choice.”

“Loki, what the hell is going on?” I asked.

“I’m sorry, my love… when I told my father I was bringing home a woman who wasn’t royalty, he…”

“He thought I was a gold digger,” I finished.

“No, that’s not what I meant!” Loki rushed to explain. “He just… needed to make sure you were in it for the right reasons… and I suppose I did too.”

“So you lied to me,” I said.

“No… Thor doesn’t want the throne and the responsibility has fallen to me but-.”

“I don’t care about the throne, Loki! I never cared about the throne! All I wanted was you and if being queen was the price I had to pay then so be it! But I never wanted it!” I looked to Frigga. “I mean no disrespect, your majesty, but I’m not cut out to be queen.” I turned back to Loki. “All I wanted was you.”

“Was?” he murmured, his eyes searching mine.

“You know how I feel about lying… you knew what happened before and… I told you I couldn’t do the lying. I won’t do that again, Loki.”

“It was just a little white lie, darling.”

“That’s how it starts, Loki! A white lie here, a mistake there, a promise it’ll never happen again, until next thing you know you’re in the hospital telling the doctor’s you just fell and everything’s fine!” I spat.

His eyes widened in realization as he pulled me closer. “Darling, I’m so sorry… I had no choice. It was the only way.”

“I won’t go through that again,” I murmured into his chest.

“You never have to go through that again, my love. I’m so sorry… I had no choice. I promise you I will never hurt you like that.”

“My dear,” Frigga interrupted. “If I may… Loki hasn’t stopped talking about you since the two of you met. I’ve never seen such passion in the way he talks about anyone or anything than when he talks about you. He tried to convince my husband not to go through with this but he insisted.” She glared at Odin as she spoke and he rolled his eyes. “I’m so sorry for everything you’ve been through, dear, but you are safe here… and we would be honored to have you as our queen.”

Loki pulled back slightly, holding my face in his hands as he wiped my tears with his thumbs. “Please forgive me, sweet girl,” he whispered, pressing his lips to my forehead.

“Don’t ever do that to me again, Loki,” I replied. “I was ready to throw hands with your father!” I exclaimed. “I sort of wanted your parents to like me.”

He chuckled as I spoke. “They love you, darling, as do I.”

Alternate Ending

*Smut*

“Tell her, Loki. Tell her what you are.”

“I know what he is!” I hissed. “But more importantly know who he is! It’s clear to me he got his kindness from his mother and not from you! Have you ever even seen his Jotun form?”

Silence.

“Well, I have,” I continued. “And he’s beautiful. I feel sorry for you that you’ve lived with him his whole life and have never cared to see him as he is.”

“I found him as a Jotun child!” he spat. “I saved him from the frozen rock!”

“And you’ve hidden his true form since then! You’ve never bothered to ask him how he feels about any of it!” I yelled before turning to Loki, taking his hand in mine. “We’re leaving.”

I pulled him out of the throne room and down the hall, ignoring Odin’s protests. A small smile spread across my face as I heard Frigga silencing Odin before the doors slammed closed. I pulled him into a nearby hallway, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“I’m so sorry, Loki,” I whispered, burying my face in his chest.

“No, my darling, you have nothing to be sorry for. That’s just the way he is… the way he’s always been.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s okay, Loki,” I murmured, leading him to the guest room I was staying in. “How long before your parents leave the throne room?”

“Maybe a few hours… why?”

I smirked, pressing my lips to his cheek. “You’ll see.”

****

I led Loki down a dark hallway, several guards nodding as we passed, but not paying much attention to us otherwise. We reached the unguarded throne room and I pushed the doors open.

“What are we doing here, darling?” Loki asked as I pulled him forward.

“You’ll see,” I replied as we reached the throne. “Have a seat, baby.”

He looked confused but obliged nonetheless, taking a seat on the throne that would soon be his as Thor had renounced his claim to the throne, leaving the burden to Loki. I slowly slipped off the cloak I’d been wearing, revealing green, lacy lingerie. He licked his lips as I straddled him, his eyes moving up and down my body, trailing along every inch of exposed skin through the sheer fabric.

“What are you doing, little minx?” he asked.

“No one talks about my Loki like that,” I hissed. “I’m going to fuck you on Odin’s throne. I want to ride your cock until all of Asgard hears you screaming for me.”

Loki’s eyes widened and he gripped my hips tighter, his cock growing hard beneath me as I began slowly grinding against him.

“You like that idea, my handsome boy?” I asked, slowing my movements. “You like the idea of the guards hearing us, telling Odin what we’ve done in here?”

“Yes, my queen,” he whimpered. “Such a naughty boy, aren’t you?” I chuckled before ordering him to take off his clothes, which he quickly magicked away. His bare cock pressed into me as his clothes disintegrated beneath me. He hissed at the contact, his fingertips digging into my skin.

“Want me to sit on your pretty cock, baby?”

He nodded, looking down at my breasts, barely covered by the lacy fabric.

“Go ahead, love. Take them out,” I said. He wasted no time in undoing the bra, being careful not to rip the fabric.

“Want to see you in this again,” he mumbled, tossing it to the floor before running his hands along my collarbone and down to my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples.

“Can I suck on them?” he murmured and I nodded, guiding his head to my hard nipples. He began running his tongue over my left nipple, his hand squeezing my right one. I moaned as his hot tongue flicked over the nipple before moving to the other, giving it the same attention.

“So perfect,” he whispered before continuing to suck. His cock was twitching beneath me and I knew he desperately needed release but as I tried to slip my underwear to the side with his cock, he stopped me.

“No, let me taste you first,” he whimpered. “Please.”

How could I deny him when he asked like that? I nodded and he lifted me up, turning us around, before placing me on the throne and kneeling in front of me, quickly slipping my underwear off.

He licked a long strip up my slit before circling my clit with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck, Loki,” I moaned, grabbing his hair.

He growled as I tugged on his hair and dived into my dripping cunt, happily sucking everything I had to offer him. It wasn’t long before I felt my orgasm approaching, his skilled silver tongue working wonders on my aching clit. He moved his tongue down, slipping inside my hole and I clenched around it. He chuckled darkly as he thrusted in and out of me with his tongue before sliding back to my clit. “That’s right, darling. Let go for me,” he murmured before returning his warm tongue to my clit. I moaned loudly, screaming his name as I came on his tongue.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, before picking me up. “Still think you can ride my cock, sweet girl?”

“Sit down and find out,” I retorted, smirking as he sunk into the throne and I slipped his cock inside me. He groaned as his cock entered my cunt, stretching around him.

I slowly began moving and he grabbed my hips, more to steady himself than to control my movements. I gripped his shoulders and began moving faster, moaning his name, before a thought occurred to me.

“Baby,” I began, slowing my movements. “I-I need your Jotun cock… want you to fuck me in your true form,” I said in between moans as his cock hit beautiful places inside me.

He furrowed his brows and I could see a few tears forming in his eyes. “You want me like that?”

“Yes, Loki. I want Odin to know you fucked me in this beautfiul form. I want all of Asgard to hear how a Frost Giant fucks his queen.”

His cock twitched at that and suddenly I felt his skin grow cold. I looked down, seeing his skin turning blue as the familiar markings formed along his skin. He’d shown me this form before but I’d never asked for him to take me this way and the thought excited me. His cock grew cold inside me and I whimpered at the feeling.

I ran my fingers across the markings along his arm, gently touching the raised skin.

“Please, Y/n,” he whimpered. “You have no idea how amazing your cunt feels right now… so warm.”

Instantly I understood. The sensation of his cool skin hitting mine felt amazing but for him the sensation was entirely different. His body was used to the cold, needed it to survive, and the feeling of warm skin against his was a heightened sensation for him. I knew he wouldn’t last long as I began riding him, gripping his hair with one hand, holding his shoulder with the other.

“Yes, Y/n!” he moaned as I tugged on his hair.

“Fuck, baby… I’m gonna cum,” he whimpered.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum inside me.”

He brought a cold hand down to my clit and began rubbing, bringing me closer to my orgasm as his cock twitched inside me. I could see him holding back, trying to bring me to my orgasm first.

“So good for me,” he murmured. “Such a good girl. Cum for me darling. I need you to cum for me.”

The praise sent me over the edge, my body spasming as the orgasm washed over me just as his cold cum shot into me, coating my walls. I collapsed onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around me.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Loki.”

Suddenly the doors burst open and Loki magicked a blanket around us as his cock began to soften inside me.

“What is the meaning of this?” Odin’s voice boomed through the throne room.

“Thought I’d introduce my queen to where she’ll be sitting,” Loki answered.

“What are you… why are you…” Odin sputtered, looking at Loki.

“I told you he was beautiful in this form,” I interrupted. The glare on Odin’s face was priceless and I chuckled as the door slammed and Odin left, though not without booming an order: “clean off that throne and return to your rooms!”

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Chapter Two - Compulsion

Summary: FBI agent Leila faces a profound life change after giving birth to a baby girl, supported by her loving husband. Despite the challenges of motherhood, Leila returns to her role as a dedicated agent a few months later, ready to confront gruesome and haunting cases with the BAU team.

Pairing: BAU!Fem!OC x Male!OC , EVENTUAL Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Fem!OC (Like much later)

Warnings: This story contains mature themes such as sexual content, strong language, violence, mentions of alcohol and drugs, blood, gore, and death. All the usual Criminal Minds stuff. And there is NO CHEATING.

Note 1: I imagine Leila Kade as South Asian but I have decided to let you, the reader, imagine her appearance, hence the reason why I have not given her a face claim. However, her race does not affect the story, whatsoever. You, as the reader, are free to imagine her however you want. If you don't see her as South Asian, then that's fine. It won't affect the storyline. I also imagine the OC!Male as South Asian, but again, it won't affect the storyline.

Note 2: The team will consist of the main cast (Emily, Derek, JJ, Spencer, Penelope, Aaron, and Rossi) but will also include Elle Greenaway and Jason Gideon because they were some of my favorite characters and I wanted to include them with the rest of the team. Basically, Elle and Gideon never leave when Emily and Rossi join.

Note 3: There will be multiple time skips throughout this series. For example, the first chapter will begin on the first season and episode of the show but then there will be a time skip to later episodes (because there are obviously way too many episodes to write this series on and I wanted to include specific episodes that would help the plot of this story). This means that this series will be a slow burn romance but I believe it to be better this way. This will also stray from the actual show a lot, so don't expect it to follow the plot precisely.

Series Masterlist

Season 1, Episode 2

Sitting in her office, Leila heard a knock on the door. She looked up from her paperwork to see a familiar brunette. "Elle, hey. How can I help you?"

Elle walked inside, looking around her office. "Cool office." She said, her eyes landing on the photo of her, Zaid, and Jasmine on her desk. "Like much cooler than Hotch's."

Leila laughed, amused at her comment. "Of course mine is cooler. Aaron's way too boring." Elle chuckled, agreeing. Leila's eyes followed Elle's, landing on her family photo, and her heart instantly warmed at the sight. "Oh! Did you need something?"

The brunette hummed in realization, turning to face her again. "Oh, no. I just wanted to come up here and chat. I just talked to Gideon and went back to my desk, but then I felt kind of bored."

"What? Tired of Reid's random fact of the day? Or Morgan's attempt at flirting?" Leila said jokingly, ushering the chair in front of her desk for Elle to sit. She complied, pulling out the chair to sit down.

"Just a tad bit." Elle replied, holding out her hand to indicate a small gap between her thumb and pointer finger. "Thought I'd see a fresh face who isn't in the cubicle. So why not check up on the only other woman profiler?"

Leila grinned, pushing aside her paperwork to give Elle her undivided attention. "Well, you came to the right place. I can only assume it gets much boring down there with just guys."

Elle raised her eyebrows in agreement. "Oh, yeah. You're lucky to have your own office. How come though?"

"How come I have my own office?" Leila asked.

Elle nodded. "Yeah. I mean, I understand Hotch because he's Unit Chief and Gideon since he used to be Unit Chief and now he's Senior Agent, but—" Elle stopped. "Wait, that sounds wrong. I didn't mean for it to sound like I'm questioning your qualifications."

That made Leila laugh. "Oh, no. Don't worry. I completely understand where you're coming from." Leila told her. "I'd honestly have the same questions if I were in your position, so don't feel bad for asking."

The brunette smiled, relieved that she wasn't taken the wrong way.

Leila paused for a moment, a fond smile crossing her face as she recalled the past. "Funny story, actually. There was a time when Gideon had to take a temporary leave, and I stepped in as the interim Unit Chief. It meant having my own office for a while, and when Gideon eventually returned, he insisted that I keep it. He said that since I've been a part of this team for so long, I've become a trustworthy and valuable member, so I deserved to have my own office."

Elle nodded, intrigued by the story. "That's pretty awesome. You earned it, though."

Leila's smile widened, appreciating the support from her colleague and new friend. "Thanks, Elle. It's been my little sanctuary ever since. Gives me a bit of space to think and work."

Elle leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "Well, I must say, it suits you. And it's a nice change from the cubicle chaos."

Leila chuckled. "That's for sure. So, tell me…" She began, leaning forward and crossing her arms on top of her desk. "How have you been managing with the team, so far? Anyone giving you trouble? Cause if so, I can take it right up to Aaron and Gideon. Unless it's Aaron or Gideon who's giving you the trouble."

Elle waved a hand, laughing. "No, no, no. Everyone's been so kind. I feel like I was able to fit in so quickly. You all are such great people and the environment is super friendly."

"I'm glad to hear that." Leila replied. "You've been a great agent and team member so far, and you've been doing pretty well on the cases, so I have no worries about you."

Elle opened her mouth to speak, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to share her question. Leila gave her a reassuring look, indicating that she was all ears. "I have a question." Elle began.

Leila raised an eyebrow, interlacing her fingers and resting them under her chin, inviting Elle to continue. "Go ahead." She prompted.

"The Footpath Killer. Why did he stutter?" Elle asked, her curiosity evident in her tone.

Leila couldn't help but grin, finding Elle's curiosity endearing. A chuckle escaped her lips as she responded. "I asked Gideon too, but he wouldn't tell me." Elle sighed, clearly eager to know the answer. "Did you ask the others?"

Elle shook her head. "I wanted to hear your take on it first before asking them."

Understanding her reasoning, Leila nodded and rose from your seat. "Alright, then let's go find out together." She suggested, exiting her office with Elle.

As the two women descended the stairs, Elle couldn't hold back her curiosity any longer. She directed her question to the guys at the cubicles. "Question for you."

Derek glanced up, his eyebrows raised in interest. "Shoot."

"The Footpath Killer." Elle reiterated, coming closer to Derek and Spencer, with Leila walking alongside her. "Why did he stutter?"

Derek reclined in his chair, a knowing smile on his face. "Come on, Elle, we've all asked him that, but he won't tell us. He wants us to figure it out."

Leila perched herself at the edge of Spencer's desk, laughing. "The number of times I've tried to get it out of him, he simply wouldn't tell me."

"Well, okay. I'm up for a challenge." Elle said, settling at the edge of her own desk.

Leila observed a familiar blonde approaching, files in hand. "Good. Because these go to you." She said, placing the files on Elle's desk and offering a handshake. "Special Agent Jennifer Jareau. JJ if you like."

"Elle." She responded, reciprocating the handshake.

"Greenaway." JJ nodded with a friendly smile. "Highest number of solved cases in Seattle three years running. Specialty in sex offender cases."

Elle's eyes widened, impressed, and she glanced at the rest of the team. "Not bad."

JJ then explained her role as the unit liaison and her expertise in untangling bureaucratic knots. "You'll probably be talking to me a lot. My door is always open. Mostly because I'm never in my office. So just call me on my cell. Okay? We'll talk." With that, JJ headed upstairs towards Aaron's office.

Leila was on the verge of speaking when Aaron's voice called out, beckoning the team to gather in the conference room. "BAU team, can you meet me in the conference room, please? I need to show you something."

Without hesitation, the team swiftly rose from their seats and made their way upstairs, situating themselves around the conference table. They eagerly awaited the unveiling of the new case as JJ distributed the files, and everyone delved into the contents.

"This is from the Phoenix office. Bradshaw College in Tempe. Six fires in seven months." Aaron explained, the team listening intently as they searched through the files of the new case.

"Who recorded it?" Gideon asked, pointing towards the video on the TV screen that had yet to be played.

"A student with a digital camcorder." JJ responded, looking at everyone. "He was watching a fire in the building across from their dorm. The other person you'll see is his roommate, 20-year-old Matthew Rowland."

A video began playing on the large screen, captivating the team's undivided attention. The chilling footage showcased a horrifying act of arson, where a college student was set ablaze after the unsub poured gasoline under the crack of their dorm room door.

"There are two common stressors for a serial arsonist." Spencer chimed in, absently fiddling with his chess figures. With urgency in their movements, the team settled into their seats on the jet, knowing they needed to reach the college as quickly as possible to prevent further tragedies.

Elle continued to provide answers. "Loss of job, loss of love."

"When was the first fire set?" Derek inquired.

"March." Aaron responded. "The next one was in May. And the third one wasn't until September. Then, two weeks later, there were three in one night."

Leila raised an eyebrow thoughtfully. "He's speeding up; the fires are becoming more frequent and closer together."

Derek typed on his computer, briefly looking at Spencer before turning back. "Hey, Reid, you got a statistic on arsonists?"

Spencer immediately knew the answer. "Eighty-two percent are white males between 17 and 27. Female arsonists are far less likely, their motive typically being revenge."

"Sounds like our boy's a student." Derek remarked.

"Oh, don't be so sure," Gideon responded, looking up at Derek briefly. The seasoned profiler continued to look through the file. "You rely too much on precedent, you never allow for the unexpected. If he went from setting one fire to three in two weeks' time…"

"Rapid escalation." Aaron interjected.

"He's gone from the power to damage a building to something far more satisfying." Gideon continued, and Leila had a feeling she knew what he was going to say next. "The power over life and death."

The jet finally touched down, and the team swiftly made their way into the waiting SUVs, headed straight for the college. As they arrived, they exited the vehicles, with Gideon striding purposefully ahead.

"No badges." Gideon insisted firmly, walking with urgency. "I don't want to satisfy the UnSub's need for attention by letting him know he got the FBI here. Try not to look official."

The team paused, glancing at one another and adjusting their attire as soon as Gideon's words registered. Clad in all-black professional suits with sunglasses shielding their eyes, they looked ready for action.

Gideon cast a quick glance back at them before resuming his path. "Try to look less official."

After making an effort to appear "less official," the team shed their suit jackets and sunglasses, determined not to play into the unsub's desire for attention. However, Aaron still chose to keep his jacket on. They caught up with Gideon, who was engrossed in conversation with the headmaster of the college. She seemed adamant about evacuating the entire campus in response to the ongoing fires.

"You may not want to do that as it could bring in even more problems." Leila suggested as they continued walking. They reached another building, Gideon and Aaron opening the doors for them all to enter. "If you evacuate the campus, you might evacuate the arsonist as well."

"When the case goes unsolved, the campus is re-opened, but the fires start up again." Elle added.

"Wait, Hotch, Gideon. Hold on a second." Derek said, causing them to all stop. He turned to the Fire Inspector, Zhang. "You said the chemicals went missing today. It says here that one of the previous fires was set with diesel fuel that disappeared from the grounds-keeping facility. How long after it disappeared was the fire set?"

The headmaster's eyes widened in realization. "One day."

Upon hearing this revelation, Aaron and Gideon exchanged a knowing glance before walking away together, engaged in a serious discussion about the new information they had just received.

Leila, Elle, and Derek strolled around the campus, discreetly observing the students and taking in the overall setting.

"I just don't get it." Elle admitted, the three of them descending the stairs. "Why start fires when you can't even watch them?"

Leila pondered for a moment before responding. "Maybe the unsub gets a thrill from the screams without having to witness the actual devastation. But it still doesn't entirely add up."

"And why is he escalating so rapidly?" Derek chimed in, and Leila nodded in agreement. "The fires used to be months apart, and now there are multiple on the same day."

"God, he could ignite another fire any time, and we might not even notice until it's too late." Leila exclaimed, stepping off the last few stairs when suddenly, the fire alarm blared to life.

"You were saying?" Derek quipped, prompting the three of them to dash towards the smoking building.

Leila sprinted as fast as she could, with Derek and Elle trying to keep pace. Her background in martial arts and high school track made her an agile and swift runner.

They urgently shouted at students to clear the way as they charged into the building. Inside, Leila spotted Gideon wielding a fire extinguisher, attempting to douse the flames. Derek swiftly moved to restrain him, fearful that the fire would escalate further.

With combined effort, they managed to pull Gideon away from the dangerous situation, though he resisted fiercely, still shouting to be released. "He was a teacher!"

"Just let it go! He's already gone." Derek implored, keeping a firm grip on him.

Leila glanced back at the burning building, her heart pounding in her chest at the tragedy that had unfolded. It was as if she had predicted what would occur, even before it happened.

Elle diligently captured images of all the students outside, their eyes fixed on the blazing fire. The team meticulously scrutinized the photos, hoping to identify anyone who appeared suspicious. However, it proved to be more challenging than they had anticipated.

Leila leaned back in her chair, putting on her glasses she rarely used, aside for detailed examinations and paperwork. Letting out a sigh of frustration, she set aside the photo she was holding and took off her glasses, gently massaging her temples to try to alleviate the growing headache caused by the intensity of the case.

"Look at these expressions." Derek exclaimed, a tinge of irritation in his voice. "We've got fear, a touch of horror, even a little bit of panic. But where's the guy getting off?"

Spencer interjected with a crucial piece of information. "When asked about his motives, Peter Dinsdale said, 'I am devoted to fire. Fire is my master.'"

Derek moved closer to the crime board, brandishing a lighter. "Okay, so who is our boy's master? Ten-thousand-plus students, and one has a serious fascination with fire."

Leila hummed thoughtfully, bringing her hands down from her face and crossing them against her chest. "Fire-starting is one-third of the homicidal triad, an early predictor of adult dissociative criminal behavior."

"I think if we looked into his childhood, we'd probably find all three." Elle added, nodding in agreement with Leila's earlier statement. "Bed-wetting and cruelty to animals."

"Absent or abusive father, trouble with the opposite sex, chronic low self-esteem." Gideon elaborated, pacing around the room. "MO will be dynamic. Evolving. As fire-setting escalates, they thrive on panic, fear. It's just the standard profile of a serial arsonist."

"Based on hundreds of interviews." Spencer added.

"Based on precedent." Derek chimed in.

"Everything the UnSub should be according to research." Leila sighed.

"But we're off the mark." Aaron said, his expression filled with concern.

"Because of two missing elements." Gideon answered.

"Sex and power. The two motives that drive a serial arsonist." Derek responded.

"And without them, we do not have a profile." Gideon stated, leaving them all stressed and worried.

Leila, Aaron, and Spencer made their way to the chemistry lab to speak with the students who claimed to have knowledge of how the unsub created the fires. As Leila entered the lab, she carefully examined all the equipment and chemicals, trying to gain any insight into the arsonist's methods.

Aaron approached Spencer and suggested he take the lead in the conversation with the students, considering he was closer in age to them and might establish a better rapport.

Spencer looked up, a little nervous, but he cleared his throat, ready to talk. "Hi guys. My name is Doctor Spencer Reid. I am an agent with the BAU, Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI, which, it used to be called the BSU, the Behavioral Science Unit, but not anymore. They changed it to the BAU. It's part of the NCAVC, the National Center for the Analysis of Violent Crime, which is also part of this thing called the CIRG, the Critical Incident Response Group and—"

Leila could tell he was getting anxious, causing him to ramble. She stepped in, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder and giving him a small smile before taking over. "What Doctor Reid is trying to say is that we would love to know how you can help us."

The only guy from the group of four stood up, walking up to Spencer, pointing at the lightbulb. "May I, please? Thank you." He took the lightbulb and held it up for them to see. "See this? Drill a hole in the side, fill it with gasoline, or whatever is good and flammable, turn the light on, boom." They all looked at him, and Leila made a mental note to do a background check on him. "That is what went down, didn't it?"

"This stuff's all over the Net." One of the girls spoke, causing all of them to turn their heads her way. "Wanna know how to make a Molotov cocktail that sets itself on fire?" She held up her hand, counting the items on her fingers. "Potassium, sulfur, and normal sugar. Sugar. Sugar, which is—"

"Not exactly plutonium." The guy said, cutting her off. "You could get the stuff anywhere."

"Sugar from the supermarket."

Leila and Aaron glanced at each other before he spoke. "But you don't need to be a chem major to know that."

"Do you think it's a chem student?" Zhang asked the students.

"You wanna know what I think?" the guy asked. Leila looked at him as he walked up to Spencer once again, holding the lightbulb over his forehead before giving it back to him. "I think it would be a good time to take the semester off."

With that information, the three decided it was time to leave the lab. The guy offered to take them to the elevator, and they all entered as Aaron pushed the buttons.

"Hold on, you need a key to get it moving after 10:00PM." The guy told him, inserting a key.

"So what are you still doing here?" Leila asked him, her arms crossed.

"I can't leave. We've all got projects. You know how to solve the three-body problem?" he inquired.

Leila, Aaron, and Spencer all looked at each other, some ideas already swarming in their heads.

They received an audio recording of someone speaking, the voice distorted. The recording sounded like someone was saying, "I do this for Karen," however, it was difficult to decipher what the person was saying.

Derek asked Penelope to filter the audio to get it as close to the real voice. Leila paced around the room, trying to think about what they could be missing. She usually needed some alone time to think, as it helped her relax and clear her mind. Excusing herself from the team, they all understood she needed to be alone to think.

The person in the audio sounded like they were saying they did it for "Karen," but Leila knew it was a bit of a stretch. There were hundreds of Karen's on the campus, but the audio sounded much more like it was a different word.

She paced around the empty room, thinking of words that started with a K sound, similar to Karen. After a few minutes of pacing, her eyes widened slightly as she went over all of the evidence in her head. Suddenly, a realization struck her, and she quickly ran back to the team in the other room, noticing Gideon running in as well.

"Charown." Leila and Gideon said at the same time, Leila furrowing her eyebrows but not surprised that Gideon figured it out too.

"Charown?" Spencer questioned, turning to look at the two.

"'I do it because of Charown.'" Gideon repeated.

"That's Hebrew."

"It's God's burning anger." Leila explained.

"Yeah." Spencer acknowledged, as the pieces of the puzzle started falling into place.

Elle walked up to them, furrowing her eyebrows. "The motive is now religious?"

Gideon began to write on the whiteboard while Spencer explained the connection between religions and fire. "Well, you know in a lot of religions, God is related to fire."

Aaron chimed in. "Agni is fire in Hinduism, and the Jews see God as a pillar of fire. Christians also worship God as a consuming fire."

"Okay, so we're looking for a theology major." Derek suggested. "Maybe he's punishing the other students for their sins."

"What's the most sinful place on campus?" Elle asked, searching for potential targets.

"Come on, Elle, when I was in college, it was everywhere." Derek responded with a hint of humor.

"Fraternity?" Aaron questioned.

"Campus bar?" Elle suggested.

Leila shook her head, looking at them all with a thoughtful expression. "No, because that's not consistent with the previous targets."

"What about the idea of baptism by fire?" Derek added. "Aren't we all supposed to be tested through fire in Revelations?"

Gideon turned away from the whiteboard, facing them all once again. "Look, it's good, it's good. But, listen, please do not jump to conclusions. Religion might be a part of it, but it's not necessarily the prime compulsion."

Elle and Derek responded a bit angrily back to Gideon, claiming they were running out of time to figure this out.

Leila closed her eyes, thinking back to the video they first saw of the three fires in one night. "I need to see the video of Matthew again."

Spencer looked at her, nodding his head. "I'll watch it with you, I need to see something."

Leila and Spencer played the video in another room, trying to examine if there were any clues they may have missed. They replayed the video over and over again, but Leila noticed something strange. "Hey, wait. Zoom in on the door knob."

Spencer pressed one of the keys to zoom in on the door knob and played the video once again. They noticed how the door knob twisted three times.

"We need to see any other signs of three during the other fires." Spencer stated, and the two of them rushed to Professor Wallace's office, the teacher who died in the fire, and checked his schedule. He was in office number three.

"Tuesday, three o'clock." Leila mumbled, showing Spencer.

The two of them immediately went to the team to inform them about what they discovered. Spencer closed the door and began speaking. "Leila and I know why the profiles never fit. You were right to tell Morgan not to rely on precedent. The fires thus far have been completely task-oriented."

"So once they're set, the unsub is done?" Aaron questioned Spencer.

"Exactly. The UnSub is not a classical serial arsonist. He's someone who uses fire because of a completely different disorder." Leila explained, grateful that they finally understood why the unsub was doing what he did.

"Which is?" Gideon tilted his head.

Spencer began to explain. "An extreme manifestation of OCD, obsessive-compulsive disorder. He does everything in threes. And if we're right, he'll have to kill again."

Leila and Spencer showed the video to Aaron and Gideon, zooming in on the door knob. As Spencer talked, Leila thought back to the girl in the chemistry lab.

"Aaron, remember that girl from the lab?" Leila asked him, and Aaron turned to look at her. "Clara, I think was her name?"

Aaron nodded his head in realization, who furrowed his eyebrows in concentration. Gideon looked at him. "What is it?"

"I think I know who it might be. And it's not a he, it's a she." Aaron said. "Clara Hayes. When I was talking to her and her classmates, I noticed something. A ring on her finger and she kept turning it."

Leila pointed at him, nodding her head. "I noticed it, too. She turned at intervals of three."

"And she counted off the ingredients of a light bulb bomb." Aaron continued.

"And the word sugar." Spencer realized.

"Yeah, and she kept repeating it. Once she started, she couldn't stop."

Leila hummed, fiddling with her ring on her ring finger. "Mhm, I have OCD. I always have to do everything in even numbers or else I'll be uncomfortable."

"I've always noticed that." Spencer said, looking at her. "You always keep everything so organized and do everything in an even set of numbers. It's like you have to do it."

Leila tilted her head, smiling. "It gets a little annoying."

The fire alarms went off in the campus, all of them searching for Clara Hayes. Leila got ready to find Clara, along with Aaron.

Gideon looked frantic, about to rush out of the room when Aaron stopped him. "Jason, wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Clara Hayes is very likely a good person. Someone who never wanted to do anyone any harm, like any other rational person. But there's nothing rational about obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"Research suggests OCD involves problems in communication between the frontal part of the brain and the orbital cortex. Plus deeper structures, the basal ganglia." Spencer explained OCD.

"You can't reason with her because you can't reason with a physiological problem." Leila continued, while Gideon looked confused. "She's not setting these fires because she wants to, but because she has to."

"What are you trying to say?" Gideon asked, eyebrows scrunched.

Leila looked at him, her gaze stern. "Don't try to convince her to stop. Because you won't be able to."

Leila and Aaron ran to the third floor, where they found Clara kneeling on the ground in front of the elevator, holding a torch. "Clara." Aaron said aloud, causing the girl to gasp quietly.

"I have to do this." She told them, breathing heavily.

"You know it's not rational, Clara. You were trying to tell me."

"God chose me to be tested." Clara insisted, a tight grip on the torch. "And now he's chosen them. If I don't do this, something terrible will happen."

Leila quickly tried to stall her. "What will happen, Clara? Is it a flood? An earthquake? What is it? You know this isn't rational."

Clara squinted her eyes, her face in concentration. "I know, I know, I know."

"Then resist." Aaron told her.

"I can't! They must be tested. God's wrath."

"Clara, you told me it was a chemistry student." Aaron pressed further and you slowly walked closer to her while he distracted her. "You left the message about Charon."

"Charon, Charon, Moloch."

"You want to stop."

"Father, Son...Holy Ghost." Clara inched forward and was about to throw the torch into the elevator when Aaron shot her leg, making her drop it onto the ground. As she was close enough, Leila quickly stepped onto it before it fell into the elevator.

Gideon ran up to them, looking at Aaron. "I thought you said not to reason with her?"

The team made it back to Quantico, entering the BAU building as they all were ready to head back home. Leila walked up the stairs, opening her office door when she saw two people.

Her eyes widened in surprise but then she squealed, running up to them. She took her little girl into her arms, spinning her around.

"Wow, and I don't even get a hello?" Zaid crossed his arms, only sarcasm laced in his voice. "After everything we've been through."

Leila scoffed, turning back to him. "My little Jas is the most important person in my life, it isn't even a competition."

Zaid laughed, wrapping his arms around her body, careful not to squish Jasmine in the process. "If that isn't the truest thing I've heard all day."

Leila looked up at her husband, grinning. She leaned into him, initiating a kiss to which he obliged quickly. "We need to go home right now. I'm so tired."

Zaid hummed, grabbing your bag from when you dropped it onto the floor. "I cooked your favorite. Thought you'd be hungry."

She grinned in excitement, planting another kiss on his lips before she started rushing out of her office. "I'm starving." She looked at Jasmine, who started giggling as her mom ran down the stairs. "Yeah, baby? Let's go home, okay?"

The team looked over at the three, warm smiles on their faces as they watched them leave.

"That's so cute." JJ said, who came up to the team once they arrived. "They look so happy."

The team nodded in agreement, still grinning even after the elevator closed behind the three as they got on it.

#angst #fluff #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #fanfiction #aaron hotchner x female reader #aaron hotchner x original female character #original female character #original male character #aaron hotchner fanfiction #criminal minds bau #criminal minds series #revelations series #aaron hotchner x bau!reader #fanfiction series

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How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

Hewwo @ooc-miqojak ⸜( ´ ꒳ ` )⸝ ♡

Apologies for the slow replies! As usual I will answer for both my my Miqo'te! Let's start with Satien...

I personally think that it really depends on what the context is, for Satien it's even more apparent because he is a very determined and sticking to his own ideals kind of person. He can be incredibly selfless and puts the people who he loves and cares deeply about before himself. He so far had a few moments in which showed just how far he is willing to go to get what he wanted...

So as I mentioned a few times before, Satien grew up in the Shroud alone, with the Sylphs to be precise and he made a lot of bad experiences with other people. Till the day he met his first ever friend, whom shared her meal with him as they sat at a warming fireplace. They slowly befriended each other, despite not speaking the same language and in the end he made a promise to her.

To protect her and work towards a better future, which would mean for them to split paths for the time being and him - at mere 12 years old - traveling to Limsa Lominsa alone and joining the Rogue's guild. Which he managed, with the heavy price of his own health. As he worked pretty much every moment of the clock ticking.

Now some years later they met again and their friendship bloomed up once more, but protecting her as a rogue wasn't easy and in the end she did get hurt - not badly luckily. But Satien was very upset at himself and chose to accept an offer which he had gotten a few months prior - to become a gunbreaker. Despite his body not being made for a physical job like this.

Due to him growing up alone and mostly living on vegatables and roots till he managed to go to Limsa and earn some gil, Satien is quite frail. (He is 159cm an weights 44kg) So him picking up a job like this would have it's drawbacks for him. The training at first was quite hard and he needed to be creative to work around his limitations, which means chose lighter weapons and armor.

So he went far, beyond his own limits to keep this friend save.

Another situation which made him change profession was that a person he cared about got hurt, almost dying on him and Satien was only able to watch as he didn't know any healing magic at the time. Which ended up being the moment in which he was finally ready to step into the footprints of his mother.

Becoming a White Mage.

Now let's talk about Reah!

He is a bit less 'noble' with his intentions and uhm-.. let's say you don't wanna stand between him and what he wants. But then again, it's all about the context!

So there were a few situations where he will do A LOT to get to where he wants to be. A good example is when his future husband was getting abducted and a person involved dared to challenge him - let's say that person learned to not mess with the medic very quickly. Reah will use his knowledge in alchemy to make someone speak, may it be through potions of truth, or little mind games.

And I mean: Oh look if you don't talk you might die and oh.. your nose started bleeding. How are you feeling? Dizzy? Hm, well you time is ticking, but if you speak.. I might consider giving you this antidote.

But to go this far he WILL need a valid reason, he won't do that otherwise but if there is a reason his morals can be a bit... questionable at times. Ahem.

Thank you for the ask @ooc-miqojak

#character ask meme #ffxiv #miqo'te #wol #satien #keeper of the moon #v'reeah #seeker of the sun #ff14

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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Sooo because you’ve already told us Kate and Anthony take several times that night to conceive Neddy before she leaves for Somerset. What’re the chances we could get another one of those times for spicy Sunday? 🌶🔥👀

Anonymous asked:

I know we just got a whole chapter but maybe to celebrate your return could we see some Bruises Kathony for Spicy Sunday?! 🌶 🔥 🌶

You gotta hand it to Kate and Anthony, it took them a minute to get going but once they did, there was no stopping them.

Anthony's chest was going to burst, he was sure it was. He couldn't breathe. His lungs were burning and his muscles were aching and still he couldn't bring himself to actually stop.

It had to have been hours since he'd walked into their bedroom and Kate had asked him to tug that torturous nightdress from her body. He'd thought he was going to die, truly, or that spill in seconds like a green boy while Kate stared at him mortified. Every moment had been so perfect. Kate's body pressed against hers, her fingernails digging into his back, drawing him closer than it was possible for two people to be. Every pound of his heartbeat had felt like an echo of her name until they'd fallen apart still clinging to one another. Just like they were now.

He'd realised after god knows how long that his weight must be crushing her, sighing softly, letting his hands slide over her skin has he settled behind her, his warm wrapping around her waist, feeling her heartbeat slow in her chest.

"Are you alright?"

Kate nodded against him, kissing the arm she'd let cushion her head softly. "I'm more than alright."

"I didn't... hurt you? You have to tell me if I did." His chest had already been aching at the thought of it.

"You could never hurt me." Kate said it so gently, "I've never trusted anyone the way I trust you."

It nearly brought tears to his eyes even as he pulled her closer, tighter against him, her hips nestled against his as they lay on their sides. "I trust you as well."

Those words were on the tip of his tongue again but they couldn't make their way to the surface. They were trapped by his insecurity and the terror in his chest that she might never come back and he'd never been very good with words anyway. Anthony had always been a man of action, he knew that. Even with his feeble stabs at romance before with parents deaths he'd never been very good at articulating anything. He'd simply smiled and winked as the women had blushed and he hadn't minded, but something in him railed against the fact that he couldn't do it now. Even when it mattered most.

"I love you." Kate's voice was soft. Saying the words Anthony wished he could say. "I'm glad it was you, I'll always be glad you were you."

Anthony tilted her chin back towards him, letting their lips brush tenderly, the heat simmering between them gently. "I'd never want to be anyone else's husband."

Kate's smile was a tiny self assured little thing, her chin tilting a little smugly. "Well then it's a very good thing, I don't intend to let you go, Mr Bridgerton. You have, after all, just stolen my innocence."

He couldn't help but grin. "I did warn you that I was a a terrible rogue didn't i?"

She let out a faux sigh, her voice solemn. "You did, I've only myself to blame."

"A true cautionary tale." Anthony agreed, his lips finding hers again, letting his tongue tangle with hers, pressing his weight further against her, his hips grinding slowly against her.

Kate's answering moan shivered down his spine. "I had heard that we had a little lost time to make up for."

Anthony moaned himself as her legs widened, her hips stuttering back against his. "We- oh god, Kate- We deffintely could do that."

Kate's hands were tugging at him, trying to coax him into the cradle of her hips once more but he shook his head, his lips nipping at her neck, revelling in the taste of her skin and the feel of his body engulfing hers completely, as though he could protect her from the world with it.

"Like this, darling. Just like this."

He guided her hip to hook around his own nestling closer, drawn in by the warmth of her body and her fingers reaching back, threading themselves into his hair.

"Does this feel good, Kate?"

Her breath was a stuttered gasp as his hips rolled against her, revelling in the warmth of her body, his own eyes fluttering closed just as hers did.

"Yes. Please, Anthony, I want more".

A moan fell from his lips before he could stop it, his hips snapping forward of their own accord, pressing and pressing until they became one again.

It was the oddest thing, or maybe it wasn't, but he'd felt it in the moments before as well. It felt like so much more than their bodies intertwined. It felt, in these moments as though their very souls touched as his fingers intertwined with hers. The smell of her was intoxicating, lilies and the light scent of sweat that bore the signs of their previous coupling and the taste of her was still on his tongue as they moved together.

His entire body felt as though it was on fire. His muscles were protesting as both of their movements became bolder, firmer, more confident in the feel of one another and their connection and the two of them together.

"Kate, God- oh fuck- I-"

Her own voice was shaking as she clung to him, her fingers tightening in his hair, scratching against his scalp. "It feels... different. Please don't stop, please don't stop."

Heat was licking at every inch of his body as the hand around her waist snaked down until the heat of her coated his fingers burning him further as her gasps and moans echoed in his ears, pushing him further and further as endless praise fell from his chest, leaving his throat raw. His nose buried against her neck as his tongue tasted her skin again and again every inch of her body v=covered by his own. Kate's thighs had started to shake around him, her movements becoming more and more erratic just as his own were and still he pushed forward, further and further, pushing them higher and higher until

Anthony! The sound of her voice gasping his name as she fell over the edge and pleasure rolled over her was the sweetest thing he'd ever hear, he was absolutely certain as his own hips lost their rhythm completely bucking against her desperately until he fell himself, his vision white as he shuddered uncontrollably against her.

"I hadn't realised we could... well from that position." Her voice was a little curious, Anthony could tell, her fingers playing with his own.

"We can... do that from many positions." Anthony's voice was a gasp really, his limbs heavy as pleasure still fluttered through him.

"Interesting." Kate spun in his arms, kissing him softly, "There's one more position i'm very curious about."

His stomach dropped. "And what might- what might that be?"

"I remember you being a little curious about my... penchant for riding astride."

And just like that Anthony was once more sure he was going to die.

#you might have some bruises #spicy sunday🌶#kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly's asks and answers

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shadowofyourheart · 2 years

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filled with lust, a lust for death ━ thomas shelby x fem!reader

Her backside hits the bathroom's marble counter as she continues the conversation that began in the bedroom. Late at night, an exhausted man presented himself at the door of the house like a ghost, holding onto anything his trembling hands could reach. "Of course I'm pissed. You never come home and when you do, you are covered in bruises and cuts. That's not my Tommy."

Her husband was a cold hearted man with a troubled mind so he often seeks warmth in others and vicious habits but since they have married, she is all he consumes and devours.

He kneels before her, disdain look on her face. Both of her hands are on his face firmly holding him in place while his eyes are fixed between her thighs. He licks his dry lips adorned with cuts awaiting for her command. Long silk gown disregarded as they came to the room, her body is covered in black lace recently bought by her husband.

"Oh no, that would require a lot more blood in my hands." There is a switch inside of her, that sentence alone makes the hot blood in her veins rush over her whole body sending a thrill to her core. Abrasive blue eyes stare at her, convinced she means to make him endure a long suffering delay as punishment for his late arrival and wounded state.

"Yes, but you would do it for me right?" Her hands are warm, as he often seeks, and gentle on his face, soft thumb doing soothing circles on his darkening bruised cheek.

"If that's what you want." Thomas Shelby is hopelessly devoted to her.

She gives him a nod, and he ponders his next move. She has trained him to be better, to rise above, to not hurry and mess things up. So he kisses both of her thighs first, his long eyelashes touches his cheek as he closes his eyes to lose himself in the feeling of her tender skin. His mouth is gaping in front of her cunt, he is so close she can feel his burning hot harboured breathing. As slow as he could manage, his warm tongue delicately runs through her slick centre savouring her taste in his starving mouth. One of her hands land on his shoulder for support while the other holds for dear life on the cold counter.

Overflowing with satisfaction, an image comes to her mind as the noise of her husband's saliva blending with her fluids resonating in the bathroom fills her ears. Ignoring the knife in her garter, his desperate hands hold onto her while trying to touch every bit he can reach.

"When will I get to play with the Russian lady? Never had royalty before."

He abruptly stops his ministration, which earns him a pair of scolding eyes and a hand on his neck forcefully pushing his mouth against her, where it belongs. But his strength comes out to play when he feels threatened, his head remains in place and his eyes lose their playful glimmer.

"And you never fucking will."

She scoffs as he stands up from his place disrupting her pleasure, he wipes his mouth covered in her wetness with the back of his hand, and encages her against the marble surface with his arms. He awaits for an explanation.

"What? Like you don't want her in our bed." That chagrin loving smile never leaves her face while his could be read as exasperated.

"I'm eating your fucking cunt and that's what you are thinking about? That crazy woman?" Her actions and words are a threat to his patience, a daily occurrence at Arrow House.

"I'm only asking." Feigning innocence and bashfulness, his wife has mastered the art of having people wrapped around her finger.

"How polite of you," he all but spats at her.

She has met the mysterious woman only once.

Sweet taste of strawberry mousse on her tongue, she has spent a large portion of the night in the company of luxurious food and kindred while her husband was away talking to whoever was deemed important in the room.

"Does your husband leave you alone often Mrs. Shelby?" She feels the bitter response coming from her throat, cleans her mouth with a napkin and turns around to see who the voice belongs to. It's a woman, a beautiful one with cherry red lips and shiny pearls around her neck. "I thought of him as a gentleman, seems I was mistaken."

"He is a busy man, can't hoard him to myself all night." Gentle smile graces the Mrs. face as she assesses the woman with dark eyes who hasn't introduce herself yet, "I'm perfectly capable of enjoying my own company and of others Miss…"

"Tatiana Petrovna. My family is doing business with your husband." It might have been the bubbling of the champagne on her tongue but If the room weren't filled at the brim with people she would have felt incline to kiss the duchess hand and do more than that if she was willing.

"Don't be such a bore Thomas." Coaxing some peace in his mind she plants both of her palms on his naked chest, feeling the tension slowly dissipating from his body. He rolls his eyes at her actions and responds to her in a compromised amicable tone.

"What are you proposing eh?" She dodges past him, leaving him with no answer as she crosses the door leading to their shared bedroom.

"Ever the businessman…" she lies on the bed, resting on the soft velvet covers and signals him to come, "She is here only for a brief period of time right?", the man sits on the bed and puts a cigarette on his lips. He nods. Perhaps it was her enticing voice but he felt drawn to her, his rough hands move from her abdomen to her legs, attentively listening to her reasoning.

"So we shall be polite. We invite her to dinner, we show her the house, the bedroom and then… you can watch us."

He pinches her thigh finding no amusement in her mocking voice.

"I'm only teasing my love. You must partake in. I want her to have you in her mouth while I have her in mine." Discarding the cigarette, he kisses her the second she finishes talking, inclining his body against hers trying not to put his crushing weight on her. But the need to have him closer blossoms inside of her. Putting her legs around his waist she pulls him as close as she can, forcefully grabbing his hair with one hand as her bright scarlet nails delicately touches his sweet pink lips.

Her kiss is pure poison, it's as a violent as the life he has lead. Feeling droplets of blood on his lips, he hisses annoyed by the sharp pain she has caused him, grabs her angelic face digging his thumb on her cheeks, "What is it love?" voice laced with an unpleasant sweetness reaches his ears, "can't take it?" She has an animalistic ravenous appetite, wanting nothing more than to sink her teeth into this powerful man, to possess his body and soul.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader #bi reader because im bi #my writing

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inukag-archive · 2 years

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Hey there! Can I have some post canon (like they're all adults) smut one shots or short chaptered fics and stuff of inukag? I saw your other nsfw recs and quite enjoyed some of them! Please no trying for babies/mentions of that if possible tho, just funsies ! Tysm in advance!

We’ve got you covered, anon! We’re glad you enjoyed our other NSFW canon lists (which can be found here and here). For this list, we gathered fics that exclusively take place post-canon, hadn’t been previously recommended, and don’t include any mentions whatsoever of baby-making/parenting. Enjoy!

Diamonds and Moonglow by annabeth (E)

That whimper, right there, is what Inuyasha loves most about this.

Mine by jaygirl987 (E)

She was so beautiful and pure. And his.

Separation Anxiety by Belizar (M)

Post-manga. Following a nasty argument, Kagome leaves without telling her husband. Inuyasha follows her, determined to have the last word, but things don't go exactly as planned. Oneshot, IY/K. Rated M for mature themes.

Any Night But This by Kohi wo Nomu (M)

When Kagome returned after three years, it was too close to the night of the new moon. A month later, they were still fumbling with their new relationship. By the third moonless night, she realized what he was doing. What she didn't understand was why he wanted their first time to be when he was human.

InuKag Week 2022 (Chapter 3: Intimacy) by @lavendertwilight89 (E)

No summary provided.

Lazy Morning by @akitokihojo (E)

Words don't always need to be spoken; body language plays a huge roll in communicating between a couple. Whatever it is that needs to be divulged can also be shown just as easily.

Heavy Petting by @intoevernightfanfic (E)

While lying in bed with Inuyasha, Kagome discovers a very specific way to get him off -- playing with his ears.

The One With The Fantasy Type Thing by @shinidamachu (NR)

InuYasha reveals one of his sex fantasies to Kagome. What, oh what will happen next? Post-canon.

Love Blooms by @angelhart79 (E)

A short post-manga/anime fic. Three years they have been separated, but now they are back together. Kagome is enjoying her reunion with the dog-eared hanyou and is experiencing the pleasures of a married life.

exposure by Anonymous (E)

Kagome knows a thing or two about what it means to be vulnerable.

Or: Inuyasha turns into a human like he always does, and they have sex.

Towards the Day After Tomorrow by littlekitsune1 (E)

Set directly after the events of the CD drama "Asatte." Inuyasha is affected by Kagome's particular tone of voice when saying that "Sit," and having settled into married life, well... one thing leads to another, that night.

Stay With Me Forever by infolol (E)

He could have hurried, he really should have hurried– just as he did when he was looking for her– but something in his mind wouldn’t let him. So he walked. Inuyasha could only hope that Kagome wouldn’t comment on his slowness, especially given how cold it was starting to become, the snow getting heavier every second. He felt her nuzzle into his neck, her grip getting a bit tighter.

Her voice came out as a whisper, if not for his heightened senses, he probably wouldn’t have even been able to hear her. “You’re so warm.”

The next words out of his mouth were not thought through, in fact, he had no idea why they came out in the first place- his mind was practically blank as he spoke,

“I could stay with you tonight, if you’d like.”

Something New by King Baka (E)

Inuyasha decides to try something new in the bedroom. A post-manga Inu/Kag PWP.

Claiming What is Mine by @starlingchildgazingatthestars (E)

Post-canon. When Kagome takes care of a strange man, who'd collapsed ill outside their village, Inuyasha is wrought with jealousy and desire to reclaim what is rightfully his... Thankfully, Kagome couldn't agree more.

Bond by @dyaz-stories (E)

Kagome has a suggestion for her husband, and though he's not convinced at first, he might get into it.

#inukag archive #inukag fanfic #post canon #smut #PWP

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boliv-jenta · 2 years

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When the West Was Wild

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Ten years passed, five of those years filled with the love of a good man. The man that she was preparing to bury. Three loves lost in her lifetime didn't seem fair. To bury two in the ground and one in her mind, just seemed cruel. She had learned a long time ago that life could be cruel. It could also be wonderful, she chose to focus on the luck of finding three men that made her heart happy and gave her such joy.

The wake went as well as she could have hoped. Everyone seemed to find a comfort in it, there was no dredging up of the past or fights born from grief. Just as she was tidying away the last of her good china, a knock came at the door. The delicate cup in her hand shattered on the floor as she saw who was calling. Silva. Older but no less handsome. His hair was almost completely grey now, darker grey with the same light flecks glinting in the light. He stroked the soft curls back as he held his hat in his hand. His barely there beard was a similar colour, it made the patches in it less pronounced but she knew they were still there, the memory of kissing the bare skin lingered on her lips. The laughter lines around his warm eyes were deeper, she hoped that was from a lifetime of joy with Jake. Time had slowed as she took him in. When it returned to normal, Silva was at her feet picking up the shards in his gloved hands.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." He'd gathered all the pieces, he straightened up in front of her. He stood so close, she could smell him, the scent taking her back to their time together. She could practically feel the warmth of his embrace. A single step was all it would take for her to be in his arms again, to take shelter from her pain, from the world, even if just for a little while. Tears brimmed in her eyes as everything she felt for him came rushing back. Silva deposited the remnants of the cup on the counter, removing his gloves he places them down next.

"Oh, my Wildflower." He took her to his chest. "I'm sorry you suffered through another loss."

Pressed tightly to his chest, she felt his words as he spoke them, along with his heartbeat. There was a time when she thought it beat solely for her. That was before she realised the depths of his feelings for Jake. Still she had been happy to even have a part of his heart. Steeling herself, she pulled away from him. It wasn't proper for her to be in his arms, not when he had someone at home waiting for him, not with the love for him still burning in her chest. That flame had never been extinguished, him being here just served to stoke it back up.

Confusion passed over his face as he stood there. Then the realisation came. "Jake passed last winter." He stated simply.

"I'm so sorry." Despite her feelings, she truly was.

"Don't be. Thanks to you we lived more in our short time together that I ever though possible. Thank you." His eyes shone with gratitude.

"I'm glad you had that time with him. My heart aches at the loss of my husband but I am glad for the time we had together."

"He treated you right then?" Silva asked gripping the brim of his hat tightly in both hands.

"Yes. He was a good man, with a kind heart." His gripped relaxed, relieved by her answer.

"Good. I hoped that you found someone to make you feel cared for." He stepped closer, placing his hat on the counter.

"I thought about you often." He couldn't meet her eyes as he spoke. "Part of me wished I could be in two places at once. Like you once said that love doesn't just got away."

"How is your reading now?" Her simple question took him aback.

"No, it doesn't." She stepped closer.

The two of them stood there for what felt like an age. The tension stretching out every second. There was so much to talk about, just like before there was so much she didn't know, so much holding her back from just being with him. The atmosphere between them was so weighted it was as if it was almost tangible, as if she could push it aside to get to him. It swamped them, threatening to drown them if they didn't break the surface.

"It's good. Thanks to you being patient with a old man." He smiled warmly at the memories.

"Will you read to me?" She made her way over to the bookcase, running her finger along the shelf until she found the book she wanted. Taking his arm gently she guided him to the sofa. Once he was settled, she sat next to him. Gingerly, she moved to lay her head on his chest. His arms came up to encircled her with an practised ease that time hadn't dulled. It felt right for the two of them to be in each other's arms again.

Not a word was spoken as they settled together until Silva began to read in his deep, warm voice. "Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, “and what is the use of a book,” thought Alice, “without pictures ..."

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #silva x ofc #silva x f!reader #silva #strange way of life

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othercat2 · 2 years

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Snippets!

The Sword in Exile

Shen Jiu wakes up from a dream of numbing cold and darkness, and the final sharp crack of his neck being broken. The worst thing about this particular dream isn't the pain, it's the relief and abrupt cessation of it. And the cold. This is one of the dreams where he always wakes up feeling cold and wants nothing more than to curl up in a blanket and never emerge.

It's about a half hour until his alarm goes off and it's a Saturday, so instead of forcing himself to get up and get ready for school to take his mind off the dream, he turns the alarm off and meditates. Circulating his qi helps chase away the shivers, and warms him from the inside out. He allows himself to examine the dream from a distance. He thinks of all the minute details of the dream, the grit of the stone beneath his body, the hands that lift him, the feeling of his neck being broken. And the cold. The utter numbing cold that feels like a strange and terrible kind of mercy.

(This is how he has been conquering his nightmares, one by one. He lives them and picks them apart one by one, and by doing so, they become less. He has so many nightmares, that he sometimes thinks he'll be at least ninety before he subdues them all.)

He comes out of the meditation to the sound of his adoptive father knocking on the door, and the amazing smell of cinnamon rolls. Home. Made. Cinnamon Rolls. "Hey John, I'm gonna eat all the cinnamon rolls!" he calls, and Shen Jiu can hear him walking quickly away from the door.

Shen Jiu gives in to impulse and rolls out of bed, rockets out of his bedroom, and dashes past his laughing adoptive father. He slows a bit when he hits the dining area and settles into the chair. His adoptive mother is just starting to frost the cinnamon rolls, which are just barely starting to cool. She grins at him. "Want to help with the frosting?" she asks.

"Yes," Shen Jiu says, and smiles back. Karen shoves the bowl and a butter knife over to him, and he begins to frost the cinnamon rolls.

"Don't he'll put the entire bowl on one roll," his adoptive father jokes.

Shen Jiu rolls his eyes. "Daaaad," he says. "I was six. And it wasn't the whole bowl on one." He pauses for effect. "It was a whole bowl on two."

His adoptive father snorts at this. "Ah, I stand corrected. You get that's not better, right?" he asks. "Your Mom's cinnamon rolls are almost the size of a plate!"

"A dessert plate," Karen says, amused. "And don't pretend John tried to eat them both, he handed me the first one," his adoptive mother says and shoos her husband toward the kitchen to make the rest of breakfast--scrambled eggs and bacon.

Breakfast conversation rambled between his adoptive father's recent novel, the latest in his Fidelity Nelson series, his mother's work as a pediatrician, and the usual questions about how his classes are going. Shen Jiu hurriedly eats his eggs and bacon before starting in on his cinnamon rolls in between answering or asking questions. "Any plans for the weekend, John?" his adoptive mother asks.

"I'm going to the library, and I have a game later in the afternoon," Shen Jiu says. "I'll be having dinner over at the Harada's if that's okay?"

"Not a problem," Andrew says. "Call if your game runs past nine."

Shen Jiu nods. "Okay."

((I was a little cranky due to some comments I've gotten, so I'm surprised I ended up focusing on *this* particular fic.))

Build a Life from Scratch

The previous times you woke up from these little excavations of your brain, you woke up in your bunk, with Meulin and Redglare sitting in chairs next to you. The three of you would hang out for a while you integrated whatever you'd absorbed from your splinter. Sometimes there were memories. Sometimes the memories were incredibly shitty. Other times, you suddenly had a new ability, or you leveled up on something.

This time around, you wake up against Highblood's chest, his arms around you and between him and Demoness, who's playing big spoon to Highblood's soup bowl. You feel hazy with something that's a little more than post-sleep fog. Not like you're on meds, more like your brain just isn't booting up right now. You try to work your way out of their grip, but they aren't having it. Their grip tightens around you, Demoness mumbles something in her sleep that you can't quite catch. "Hey," you say, and squirm around some more. "Let me up or there's going to be a golden shower up in here," you say.

"Kinky," Highblood mutters, and nuzzles against the back of your neck. You can practically hear the smirk.

"Pretty sure we never talked about watersports with Demoness," you say.

This gets you a questioning grumble from Demoness as she finally wakes up.

"I gotta go," you tell her, and they both let you loose to take a leak. It's pretty quiet in the hallway of the battletruck, and you don't see anyone. You can tell the truck is in motion though, and you think it's pretty late. You confirm the time with one of the hallway clocks. It's about two a.m.

((I worked on this last week, roughly. I'll try doing more tomorrow.))

molasses dark as pitch

There was a very tense air in the Huang Hua Palace. Sha Hualing found one of her retainers and asked what was going on. The retainer, an older female with a shape more or less conforming to that of a burrowing owl, though one with wide bat-ears, made a distressed noise. "Saintess, your co-wife Qiu Haitang forced her way into the Northern King's section and argued with Junshang's outer leaf. It almost came to blows, but the Northern King removed her by force and reported to Junshang.

"And then?" Sha Hualing asks.

The retainer's ears fluttered nervously. "Junshang and Lady Qiu argued. Lady Ning--"

"Is being horrifyingly pale with him right now," Sha Hualing finishes as the retainer's ears flush with embarrassment. "Where's Lady Qiu?"

"Under Lady Xie's supervision," the retainer says.

Sha Hualing looks to Liu Minyang, who is frowning. "Do you want to talk to husband, or do you want to try to calm down Qiu Haitang?" she asks.

((This has gone through several changes and will probably go through several more before I'm happy with it.))

Jin Guangyao attempts to be filial:

In the aftermath of Carp Tower's fall, he's kept busy coordinating the rehousing of disciples and the main family. (Not his family, not really. Given a name but still not wanted. Acknowledged but barely considered a shu son, more tool than anything else.) Surprisingly, there are no deaths from the collapse, though some cultivators are severely injured or even crippled.

He sees to it that his father is comfortable and avoids his father's wife as best he can. (He resents being his father's procurer as much as Jin-furen resents it. There's no common ground here: he is the son of a whore, and therefore might as well be a whore himself--or a pimp.) He organizes and arranges and ensures and smiles and smiles and smiles until his thinks his face will finally shatter like a ceramic mask.

There's an inquiry, but not much of one into the conditions of the Wen work camps. The tower's collapse overshadows the revelation of the conditions and experimentation with Wei Wuxian's methods. Jin Guangyao makes his excuses and defenses, for the poor management of the camps. "I regret the lack of security and defenses for the camp that led to its destruction, but our resources have been spread thin," he says. "this one did the best he could, and admits to having overreached."

(Never mind that Jin Zixun had been responsible for the camps themselves. Jin Guangyao had been responsible for payroll for the guards, rations, and other supplies. He was the one expected to take responsibility.)

"A-Yao, it's more than having overreached," Lan Xichen says. "Civilians were supposed to have been watched and resettled, not worked to death."

The disappointment shakes him for a moment, but Jin Guangyao keeps his tone blandly courteous. "Jin sect enjoys considerable resources, considering our more cautious approach to the war, but not so much that we support so much deadweight," He says. He shakes his head. "I don't understand the outrage. It wasn't just the Jin who sacked Nightless City, was it? It was the Nie and even the Lan. It wasn't just the Jin killing civilians in all the days since the end of the war. No Wen has been spared by any sect, not even women or children. And why should they be?" Jin Guangyao asks. "Aren't they all as guilty as their Sect Leader? Surely they would have fought against him if they were righteous, just as I've heard Nie-zongzhu say. It's only what they deserve--I'm sure that's what I've heard you all say."

The inquiry doesn't come to much. Jin Guangyao accepts responsibility for what happened and the slap on the wrist that comes with it. His father is angry at the loss of the Stygian Tiger Amulet, but at least pleased that Wei Wuxian is out of the picture. A pause in further research into Wei Wuxian's methods is placed while Jin consolidates and rebuilds.

((Duende is proving super hard to write because it's so dark. Bluh. I'm determined to work on it though.))

(they flow from form to form)

Not long into Ms. Pyrope's report, Karkat started to drift. It was late, the adrenaline from the battle had long since faded, and Karkat could barely keep his eyes open. Ms. Pyrope was talking to Dad, something about needing his assistance as a seer, but Karkat couldn't focus on the words, it was too hard to pay attention. "Kid, hey kid," Dad says when he notices how sleepy Karkat is. "You should maybe go to bed."

"M'fine," Karkat says immediately. He stubbornly wills his eyes to stay open. This is less than an effective tactic.

Dad is smiling at him a little bit. "You're tired. Go to bed."

"I can get him to bed, Mister Vantas," Terezi offers, like a traitor. Karkat glares at her, but she just snickers at him.

"Thank you Terezi," Dad says.

"You have to go to bed too," Karkat says, frowning at his dad. "How much sleep have you been getting?"

Dad snorts, amused. "You are not the parent, I am. Go to bed. Also, we have guests. Scram."

"You just don't want me to hear anything important," Karkat accuses but lets Terezi tug him toward the stairs.

"I promise to fill you in. Tomorrow." Dad says the latter with amused emphasis. "Bed, both of you." He gives Terezi's mom a questioning look.

Ms. Pyrope shrugs. "Might as well make it a sleepover."

Karkat lets himself be shooed upstairs, where he and Terezi take turns getting ready for bed. This involves putting on pajamas and then pulling out an air mattress and tugging it into Karkat's bedroom. Karkat is almost too distracted to help make the bed, and Terezi pokes his forehead. "What's going on in there?" she asks.

Karkat shakes his head. "I'm remembering the fight, the trip back, the talk with Avvram and Merril," he says. "I feel like my head is full of I don't know, televisions, each showing a slightly different movie about the same story." He waves his hand. "If Dad's the seer, why do I see so many points and connections?"

"Are you seeing more points?" Terezi asks, lying on the mattress with her chin perched on her crossed forearms. Karkat sits with his back to his own bed.

"Yeah, I'm worried about Gamzee's dad, and I'm pretty sure most of the worry is actually coming from Gamzee and his grandpa. Then there's the update from your mom and the attack at the hospital. Am I a seer too or something?"

"Seers detect and perceive. You'll be more inclined to encourage connections you think will foster growth, and discourage connections that don't. Your dad would be more inclined to offer advice and educate."

((I have rewritten this opening so many times I just want to scream. Somehow, someway I am going to complete this damn chapter.))

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