#but ash is like this is my man. he's so beautiful and handsome and wonderful. | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

1midnightdesires1 · 1 year

Text

Magic Loki

Loki x Female Reader

Summary: It was your 21st birthday, and for the first time in a while you went out with a few friends to celebrate. Not knowing where exactly they’ve brought you.

NSFW

Word Count: 1,090

PART 1

I walked in with a sense of stress crowding my shoulders. So many people, this was underly insane how my friends convinced me to “Get out of my shell”.

I walk passed the huge group of people to see a stage. The stage was pretty massive for what it really was, a platform for a bunch of half naked men dancing to please the women eye. I’ve never seen it in full action before my naked eyes, I mean come on I’ve seen a few of the Magic Mike movies but never the real thing.

I had a group of friends waiting for me around a circular red couch with a medium sized table to fit any drinks, ash trays and the musky dollars from the previous customers. I sit right in the middle of my group thinking of ways to make small talk as the show was about to unfold.

I ordered a cocktail drink, served with a few olives. As I softly mixed the drink, my eyes appealed up to a handsome man with shoulder length dark hair, toned god like muscles, and beautiful green eyes.

The way he stood just made me nervous, as he looked right at me. I realized my eyes had wondered over him for a little longer than intended, making me quickly look away. Flushed and embarrassed I touch the glass of the cocktail to my soft yet fragile lips, tasting the sweet yet dense taste of the alcoholic beverage mixed with olives.

I leaned back in the red velvet colored couch, pushing my shoulders slightly against the soft yet rough fabric, inhaling the tobacco scent within the club walls.

A few more men walk out to please the eyes of the ladies on all sides of the stage, but they don’t catch my eye like he does. I run my eyes down his body, he was built like a statue. I watched as he slowly took each layer of his tight clothing off. The soft veins from his neck, the paleness of his skin, the beauty of his deep v line, leading to his well trimmed trail.

I felt like I was invading him, inside and out but I couldn’t help it, I was addicted after only seeing him for a few minutes. He set a chair on the edge of the stage and looked around, as our eyes fell into each other. It felt so invasive, like he was tearing my tight dress off with his mysterious eyes.

He got down on the ground and crawled up to the edge of the stage looking down at me in just a pair of tight boxers that fit him like they were made just for him. “Come here darling.” He spoke for the first time and my heart flew. The soft yet deep tone in his voice. His words flooded my mind with a questionable desire but I pushed that all away to answer him. “Yes..?” I quietly asked.

I wasn’t the social type, actually I was quite the opposite. All those eyes on me made me anxious but excited. A thrill in my body I didn’t know I had before this experience. He slightly flicked his tongue to wet his lips before parting them to speak once again. “Let me show you a good time.” He had a curled smile, almost smirking.

My head raced, as well as my heart as I respond by laying my hand on his. He lifted me up on stage and gently set me down in the metal chair behind him. “I must know darling, do you mind a man like myself to touch your fragile skin?” He stared into my eyes waiting for a response before he laid himself on me.

I gulp and nods, gripping the chair. He quietly laughs, looking away only for a moment before looking back into my soul. He gently tilted his fingers, lifting up my chin to face him instead of eyeing down at the ground. “Im going to need a verbal response sweetheart.” I softly bite my lip in respond as I part my lips and finally let out a few words. “I consent.” I whisper, as I feel him lean down into the crease of my neck, parting my hair behind my ear.

I could feel him breathe against my ear, when he whispered soft words in my ear. “Good girl..” leaning back to see his good work, all over my express-ionized face. My cheeks were as red as the couches, when I soon felt a pool of arousal down at my core.

This was embarrassing, but It was out of my control now. When he popped my bubble of raging thoughts by gently grabbing my wrists and wrapping my arms around his neck, pushing his almost fully exposed body against mine.

Gripping my hips he picked me up, causing me to let out a little yelp. He looked down at me and let out a chuckle. “You’re quite new to this hm?” I breathe quietly and looks away slightly tilting my head up. “In a way yes..”

He turned and sat in the chair, where he set me on his lap, spreading my legs, slightly pushing pressure on my sensitive inner thighs. I softly whine out, feeling my inner core pulse for him the lustful and arousing feeling spread through my body like a wildfire.

My eyes travel down, making contact with his rock hard bulge against the fabric of his boxers. I could see the outline of his shaft and veins, he slightly twitched when I adjusted myself.

I feel his long fingers travel and rub against my neck, making me lean my head up with a soft hiss. “Eyes up here princess.” The corner of his lips rise, creating a smirk that traps itself in my memory. “I’m sorry..” I whisper, struggling to make up any other words.

He smiles and gently rubs his nose against my chin, his breathe against the core of my neck. “Why don’t you meet me after the show?” He whispers close to my ear, as I nod in response.

And with that he picks me back up and sets me back on my feet, resulting in my legs feeling like jello from the level of arousal in between my legs. So much so I was worried it was noticeable to everyone else around. I watch him wink at me and continue the show, as I step down crowded by the group of girls asking me questions about what happened.

Part two in the making

#loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki god of mischief #mcu loki #loki friggason #fanfic #reader insert #mensclub

10 notes · View notes

myaimistrue · 2 years

Text

bright as ever

Obi-Wan wakes to the sound of sand shifting under someone’s feet.

read my first non-supernatural fic in actual years under the cut or on ao3 here!

Obi-Wan wakes to the sound of sand shifting under someone’s feet.

Tatooine is a quiet planet. Most evenings, Obi-Wan falls asleep to a silence unlike any he’s ever known, to the impossible hush of the desert. Only the faintest sounds of wind carry over the dunes. So it’s easy to hear any disturbance—to hear footsteps.

He slips out of his bed. The floor is cool under his feet.

Perhaps he should wonder why he doesn’t reach out in the Force. Perhaps he should be more on guard. Perhaps he should even be frightened. Yet all that seems to matter, regardless of his own safety, regardless of the danger, is for Obi-Wan to know the source of the sound. To know who is out there.

Outside, the sky is a deep, beautiful indigo, starless and ancient. But there’s nothing. No footsteps in the sand. No sound.

“Anakin?” He says. The name tastes like ash in his mouth.

The Force slams into him all at once, sunburst and flame and a heart-rending shout. A hand touches his shoulder.

***

In the early dawn light, Obi-Wan closes his eyes.

Meditation isn’t difficult when one lives so far from society. There are no distractions, nothing but the in, out, in, out of his breathing; it’s the easiest meditation has ever felt for him. Master Yoda would be proud of how quickly he reaches serenity.

Life is simple, here. He works, he watches over Luke, he cares for himself and his home. He does what he can. It’s uncomplicated. Plain, as a Jedi’s life should be.

Lonely, something in him whispers. It’s lonely.

***

Obi-Wan is standing in the sand.

It’s late. The air is much cooler than usual; a chill runs through him, barefoot and in his sleep clothes. Unthinking, he extends a hand to summon his lightsaber. Nothing comes. Briefly, he’s alarmed, and then it comes back to him. He’s no longer a Jedi. His saber withers away somewhere beneath the sand.

Someone is watching him.

“Anakin?” It’s as though he hasn’t said it in years. Is that possible, he wonders? How could he not say his name? How could that be possible?

There’s no response.

“Don’t hide from me,” he says. He knows now, can feel it suddenly vibrating through the Force, that Anakin is here. Somewhere, just out of his line of sight. Somewhere close by.

A whisper: How could you?

Obi-Wan wakes up.

***

The cantina is usually not a place Obi-Wan spends his time. If he finds himself in town, he’s simply visiting the market to stock up—rarely has he ever had the time or desire to get a drink. But the dreams he’s been having are troubling. He knows alcohol can’t solve the problem, but he also knows that affording himself the luxury of a few drinks won’t make it worse.

It’s a quiet night. Obi-Wan finds a spot at the end of the bar where he can remain in the shadows; with his hood pulled up, it may be a little more cautious than strictly necessary, but he won’t risk being recognized.

He orders a drink. A few barstools down, a man watches him do so. Obi-Wan shifts subtly in his seat to turn his face away.

“Hello,” the man says. He’s drinking something bright orange, and judging by the slur of his words, he’s clearly had quite a few.

“Hello,” Obi-Wan says. The bartender sets his drink down in front of him, and he takes a long sip. He feels the familiar burn down to the tips of his toes. At one point, he was someone who enjoyed a good drink, who had favorites and preferences and opinions about it. He hasn’t been that person in a long time.

“What are you drinking?” The man asks. He’s projecting drunken lust so intense that Obi-Wan feels it hanging over them like sweet-smelling smoke. “I can buy your next one.”

The man is handsome. He has a strong nose and lovely eyes, and for the briefest of moments, Obi-Wan imagines himself agreeing. Flushed skin against his, open mouths and sliding tongues.

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan says, “But I’m going home after this one.”

The man is polite about it and doesn’t push any further. But Obi-Wan suddenly feels exposed, like the risk he’s taken with himself is far too great. That man could be an agent of the Empire. That man might try to get to know him.

Obi-Wan finishes the rest of his drink quickly and leaves without a backward glance.

Later, warm with the buzz of alcohol and the comfort of his own bed, Obi-Wan is still thinking about it. The man had smiled so much like Anakin had: an edge of arrogance, a flash of teeth, a wild brightness.

It’s been so long since he’s seen it. The thought occurs to Obi-Wan, and it’s sickening. He focuses all of his energy on piecing together all the small details of Anakin’s face, trying to sharpen every part of him blurred by time. The freckle near his eye. The distinct turn of his mouth when he was displeased. Obi-Wan falls asleep that way.

***

He’s sitting on the edge of a cliff. His feet dangle in the open air, and in the darkness, Obi-Wan can barely see the bottom of the canyon.

He wants to look over his shoulder. He’s fairly certain that someone is standing behind him; Obi-Wan can feel him shift, can sense the slightest movement in the sand.

“Why won’t you let me see you?” he asks.

The wind picks up.

“Anakin?”

***

Luke and Leia turned three only a few days ago. It’s difficult to imagine it could’ve been that long since everything happened, but as Obi-Wan watches Luke toddle around in the sand, he’s faced with proof. Three years since his world ripped apart at the seams.

Beru scoops Luke up, and the child laughs, a wild sound that makes Obi-Wan smile. Not for the first time, and certainly not for the last, he wonders what it would’ve been like, if he hadn’t surrendered Luke to his aunt and uncle. If he had taken Luke himself, to some isolated planet on the edge of everything and raised him as his own. Told him stories of his parents. Kept him safe, without this terrible distance. But that could never be.

He wonders about Leia, too. He knows Bail and Breha are looking after her—there is no one he would trust more—but it’s hard to not know anything about her. He wonders if she’s as talkative and curious as Luke has grown to be, or if she’s a more reserved child. He wonders what she looks like. If perhaps she favors Padme as Luke favors Anakin. He wonders if he’ll ever get the chance to meet her.

Beru has taken Luke back inside, presumably to wash up for dinner. Tentatively, he reaches out, and Luke’s contentedness, his childlike happiness, is palpable. The feeling of it is as though Obi-Wan is running his fingers through a warm bath. This is what he was looking for, when he came here today. Being able to reassure himself that Luke is safe and cared for—it’s a comfort Obi-Wan doesn’t take for granted.

He lingers, but knows when it’s time to return home. The suns begin to set.

***

How could you? It’s screaming out around him, the sand beneath Obi-Wan’s feet whipping wildly with anger. How could you do this to me?

“You left me no choice,” he says. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

You destroyed me!

Obi-Wan falls to his knees. The voice is growing louder and louder, raw and brutal in its rage. “I’m sorry,” he cries out. “I’m so sorry.”

I trusted you like no other, the voice howls. Obi-Wan presses hands against his ears, desperate to block out the sound. I loved you. And you tore me apart!

Flame bursts forth from the sand. The fire roars around him, growing closer and closer. It wants to consume him.

“Anakin—”

The Force flares wildly, an anguish so profound that Obi-Wan doubles over.

I’m lost, the voice whispers. You lost me.

#it's so weird to be posting a fic that isn't going to be tagged supernatural.....#obi wan #anakin #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #star wars #star wars fic #star wars fanfiction #del's writing

24 notes · View notes

silverselfshippingchaos · 10 months

Note

👀 for whoever is on your mind! <3

Hey Panchi!

As I'm sure you know pretty well by now, a lot of people are on my mind as of late! But here's a few.

I know he's just a crush for now, but I feel like I should talk about... You know who. I talk about making out with him every day, after all.

This official art of him is one of my favorites. He's just so damn cool! He has a very large and almost menacing presence in that art. I know he's a king, but he looks very kingly!

... and undeniably handsome. I've been crushing so hard and all I can think about is being his queen.

I could go on forever about his outfit! Ofc green is my favorite color and my glasses are red so I suppose I'm a little biased, but he looks amazing! One of my favorite things to think of is one of the feathers on his necklace being from Ash's wings.

He just looks so damn handsome in this art and I can't get him out of my head! If he keeps this up, he'll become an actual F/O!

Oh, and of course, how can I not mention his wings? He's a bird! He's a king! His wings are very important to him and Ash's wings are important to her. Ash likes to help him clean his wings and gently strokes them whenever it's just the two of them. His wings are absolutely massive, and I think that they're beautiful. So very beautiful.

(Also... the facial scars... the one on his chest... I wonder how he got them, but somehow it reminds me of a certain someone else who has facial scars and a scar across his chest...)

Mr. "I Love Cup Noodles More Than I Love My Girl"!

I love Gladio so much! I know he has some moments in the game that are kind of iffy (listen closely, and you'll hear a "how's that ring fit ya?"), but he really does care about his friends so much. He's so strong and sweet, funny and charming. I especially love his tattoos! He's not wearing a shirt most of the time, so Ash always gets a good look. When it's just the two of them, Ash likes running her fingers over the lines.

I don't have too much to say about Gladio since I get really blushy if I think about him too much LMAO

Okay! We talked about Mr. Bird Man so... Let's talk about Vivian! She's practically a full f/o at this point, but shhh.

(Ma'am, can I be your new favorite-)

I bought a whole new console for this game, and to look at this gorgeous woman up close? Worth it.

(And for the Skyrim upgrade of course.)

I'd like to talk about this picture specifically! Vivian is a scholar. She used to be a university professor. She's very smart and she knows she's good at what she does. She can be a little cold sometimes and, as Clive said, not really the sentimental type.

But she looks so happy in this picture! It's adorable! I love seeing her look happy. Her eyes are a really nice shade of brown and her hair looks so soft (Ash loves playing with it at night)

(Ash also likes stealing her coat, but that's besides the point)

I love seeing Vivian look happy! She's really cute. I've been into her since the very second I saw her for the first time in the State of Play. It was love at first sight! I love her lots! She's so beautiful it makes me all shy and blushy hehe!

#okay i think that's a long enough post LMAAAOO #thank you for the ask pal!!#answered

1 note · View note

ceciiibaby · 2 years

Text

A Morning to Remember (18+) Part 1

Author's Note: This is the first story from my Fezco Boyfriend Series. I am taking requests if you guys have any ideas or suggestions for future stories. I am so excited to be doing this series. We all know that Fez is a total dreamboat... 🥰 All events will be taking place BEFORE the Season 2 finale, so our boys will be alive and well for the entire series ❤️ Please do not use any portions of my work without my permission. Love you guys.

Summary: You wake up and decide to make breakfast for Ashtray and Fezco, since they both have been working so hard to take care of your family recently. After breakfast, Ash decides to spend the day playing video games while locked away in his room. Fez, on the other hand, has his mind set on something else to pass the time...

Warnings: Smut, passionate Fezco, mentions of drugs, oral sex (female receiving), swearing, and overall fluffiness

(Y/N) cannot believe that she woke up before the sun had risen on a Saturday. During the week, she had grown accustomed to her daily routine of getting Ashtray out of bed so that he can eat breakfast and get dressed before her boyfriend Fezco would awaken to drop him off at school. She had somehow gotten used to the sound of the alarm clock blaring in the back of her mind as she slipped further away from whatever dream her brain had delivered to her from the night before. It was a comfortable and uncomplicated routine that she quickly found herself settling into without much effort needed. This was her home now.

It had been 4 years since (Y/N) had walked into a random convenience store and came out with the phone number of the man who would one day become her universe personified. If you were to ask the lovers for specific details about their first encounter, they would each have their own version of the events. Fez recalls being extremely tired, due to the fact that the family business of selling drugs was experiencing a huge increase in popularity and sales at that time. He does not remember the exact moment that he saw her, but he can never forget the way his heart stopped beating almost instantly when the beautiful girl that he had never seen before came walking up to the counter he was sitting on with an arm full of snacks. He finds humor in the circumstances of their meeting now, whenever he thinks back to this memory, but the only thing that he knew then was her. Everything about her was perfect. Fezco never knew that he could love a voice so much, love a smile so much, but she made him feel butterflies for the first time in his life. He could hear the words of his grandmother playing over and over again in his head as he looked down at this angel walking amongst mortals, but for the first time, once again, he didn't care what Grandma Marie had to say. He loved this girl. And he didn't even know her name. (Y/N) never fails to scoff and playfully roll her eyes when she hears her man tell this story. "I hardly looked like an angel, you goof. Don't be so dramatic."

To her, there was nothing particularly extraordinary about this day. There were no fireworks going off in the sky or doves flying overheard to signify the beginning of a new love. She wore a simple white tank top with grey sweatpants and Vans. What about her appearance could have possibly made anyone fall in love so quickly, let alone someone as reserved and cautious as Fezco? This, (Y/N) tells her friends and family, is what made the moment so special for her. There was nothing about the place or the atmosphere that should have screamed ROMANCE, yet there she was, exchanging numbers with the most handsome man that she had ever laid eyes on. Why would he even want my number, she wondered to herself. He probably won't even use it. If only she knew then how wrong she was.

After trying for over an hour to fall back asleep, (Y/N) came to the conclusion that she was better off just getting up. As much as she wanted to spend her Saturday morning curled up in bed next to the love of her life, she knew that she needed to remove Fezco's hand from her body. If she stayed like this, with her back pressed into the smooth and warm chest of her boyfriend, there is no way that she would accomplish anything that she wanted to do today. Come on (Y/N). Be strong. You can do this. After taking a deep breath, (Y/N) slowly grabbed the hand that Fez kept nestled between her thighs as he slept. When asked why he decided to create this particular habit, Fez would always say that he loved the way his girl's thick thighs felt cushioned around his hand. Oh, how he wishes it could be his head. But he would never hesitate to take what he could get from her. This was the next best thing for him. After gently rolling over onto her back, (Y/N) knew that she needed to be quick and precise with her actions to avoid waking her baby. One look into his beautiful blue eyes and she could kiss her Saturday plans away. As (Y/N) moved her man's hand to his pillow, she began to think about her master plan.

There is not much that she can physically do to show her boys how much she appreciates them. But she would certainly try to express her feelings in a way that she knew they would enjoy - food. Breakfast to be more exact. While searching for kitchen supplies a few days ago, (Y/N) had stumbled upon two medium sized serving trays that instantly made her giggle. The image on the trays showed tons of marijuana leaves with smiley faces on them. The boys would love this. She knew it. Things had been very chaotic for Ash and Fezco recently. Everyone wanted to do business with them after finding out that they were selling high-quality products. The surge in clientele wasn't too bad at first. The money that they had coming in was mind-blowing and it was clear to (Y/N) that Ashtray was enjoying the respect he received from being Fez's partner. Although this vigorous work flow prevented (Y/N) from spending as much time with Fez and Ash as she would have liked, she absolutely loved to see the lads happy, especially now that they were all living under one roof. But today, everyone decided to cancel their plans in order to spend time together before the new week brought on a new set of challenges. Now it was time for (Y/N) to make sure that their day started on the right foot.

As Fezco slowly began to wake from his slumber, he was suddenly met with the purest form of disappointment once he realized that his babygirl (Y/N) was no longer pressed securely into his body. She never get out of bed without me when we both home, he thought to himself. Where she at? Seconds later, he received an answer to his unspoken question once he heard his brother's voice from the kitchen. "Aye, (Y/N)? Who you cooked all this shit for?" Fezco made his way out of the bed gradually as he visually scanned the room in search of the shirt that he took off last night. Ready to finally see his angel for the first time that day, Fez swiftly went into a nearby drawer and pulled on the first shirt that his hand touched. Walking out of the bedroom that he now shared with (Y/N), Fezco nearly tripped over his own feet once the smells that were coming from the kitchen reached his nostrils. "Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to get the fuck up," Ashtray said to his brother as he drowned his pancakes with maple syrup. Fezco could not believe his eyes. (Y/N) had not simply made breakfast for their little family; she prepared a feast. There was so much to choose from. Eggs, bacon, sausages, fresh fruit, you name it. But perhaps the most appetizing thing that caught Fez's attention was not the food that (Y/N) had spread across the table. It was the goddess herself, as she walked over to him wearing the shirt that he had discarded onto the floor before going to sleep. He was a goner, and they both knew it. "Good morning, my love," she said to him as he brought both of his hands to her waist. "You didn't have to do all of this Mamas. Some cereal would have done the job." (Y/N) giggled softly at her boyfriend as she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him. "I wanted to." Ash looked at the two lovebirds in disgust as he shoved more food into his mouth, trying to get out of the kitchen before things escalated any further. "Get a room assholes." Fezco laughed at his brother as he walked over the table and took a seat, pulling (Y/N) into his lap. This is all that he would ever need.

Once Ashtray was content with the amount of food that he had consumed, he was off to his bedroom to play video games for the remainder of the day. He would never admit this information to (Y/N) directly, but he really did enjoy having her around. She was the light that had found its way into a house surrounded by so much darkness, and he loved to see his brother covered in that light. She was a gift. So he would allow the two of them to have their much needed alone time, for now. But there was a mandatory family movie night starting at 7 pm. "Be late and you have to deal with me," Ash had warned them. They assured him that they would arrive on time.

Closing the door to their bedroom quietly, Fezco could not contain his excitement when he turned around and saw (Y/N) slowly crawling into their bed. "Don't tease me, Ma." (Y/N) looked at him with those eyes that she knew her man couldn't resist. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm just so full from breakfast." He chuckled at these words as he made his way to the edge of the bed. "You're full of something, girl." They shared a laugh while looking into each other's eyes. God, how did I get so lucky, they each thought. No force in the entire galaxy would ever compare to what they had found in each other. It transcended anything that most human beings would ever feel. This was celestial. And they each wanted to make the most of their time in this heaven that they discovered on Earth. "You are God to me. You know that baby?" As Fezco said this, he moved up the bed and settled before his queen, rubbing his hands on her soft and silky thighs. "You are everything that is. And everything that will ever be." Kissing the insides of her thighs, Fez couldn't stop the words that flowed out of his mouth if he wanted to. He was lost in the sea of (Y/N). And he wanted to savor every second of it. Sliding his hands up her thighs, Fezco held his breath as he waited for his woman to open herself for him. As much as he wanted to drown in her ocean, he would wait until she was fully ready for him to do so. (Y/N) could see in his eyes that he wanted her to have full control of this moment. Fezco is always a selfless lover. He always prioritizes her needs and sets out to make her feel good, but this is another level for them. He will not do a single thing until (Y/N) tells him that she wants it. And right now, the only thing that she wants is his tongue on her, licking away all of the desire and anticipation that he has created. "Please." That one word is all that it takes for him to give in. "Your wish is my command, darling." Carefully sliding her black lace panties down her smooth and toned legs, Fezco cannot pull his eyes away from the treasure that is before him. He does not realize that he has moaned out just from the sight of his woman's pussy until it is too late. But he knows that she will not judge him. She never does.

Sliding his tongue gently across (Y/N)'s entrance and over her clit, Fezco grips her thighs in order to keep himself grounded. This woman's taste is enough to make him lose his mind. He will never crave another pussy. The little noises of pleasure that Y/N lets out once he begins gently sucking on her clit is enough to make his erection jump in his boxers. How can he ever not love her? "You make me feel so good baby." Fezco closes his eyes for a second as he lets her words wash over him. He makes her feel good. That is all that he will ever need to hear in this life. Kissing his way up her stomach slowly, Fez moves his hand to (Y/N)'s core as he stares directly into her eyes. He maintains this eye contact as he takes her left nipple into his mouth and swirls his thumb over her clit. "Yes baby. Ohhhh fuck. I love you so much." Fezco continues to suck on her nipple as the speed of his thumb increases. (Y/N) quickly throws her head back in pleasure as she feels her orgasm approaching after a few minutes. Sliding back down to wrap his lips around her clit, Fez moans into her as he feels her walls squeeze the fingers that he has pushed inside of her. He begins to lick across her clit and speed up his fingers as he sees his angel arch her back from the bed for him. This is art. Fez takes a mental picture of this moment and vows that he will be the last man to ever see such a sight. In this instant, he moves up to whisper into her ear what she already knows. "I will never stop making you feel like this baby. I'll always place your pleasure above mine. Oh fuck, you're squeezing my fingers like it's my cock. But I can't give you my cock until you cum baby. That's it. You're doing so good, lovely. I just need you to cum so that I can clean you up darling. That's what you want? You want me to clean you up so you can make a mess all over my cock?"

Part 2 coming soon!!!......

#euphoria #euphoria smut #fezco euphoria #fezco #fezco smut

305 notes · View notes

father-time-and-baby-new-year · 3 years

Note

Do u think the salesman enjoys exhibitionism?

Does the salesman enjoy exhibitionism or does he enjoy watching you squirm?

a/n this was supposed to pure smut but i couldn’t help but make y/n just a little angsty.

tw: dubcon, fingering, manipulative behavior, sexual content, darkcon

“Are you nervous? You shouldn’t be, you know.”

Startled, you look up at him like a deer caught in the headlights. You were too busy with your thoughts, you hadn’t heard him come in. He’s like a shapeshifter, stealthy, from the way you couldn’t even hear his footsteps.

He walks over to you, and your vision is encompassed by him. His expensive cologne lulls your senses. He’s dressed in an immaculate suit, darker than the night sky. You’ve never seen him in black, just between shades of slate and steel. Hair swept to the left. Handsome as the day you first saw him when you were no more than a hopeless girl crying in the train station.

You look down to your lap, the luxurious red silk gracing your thighs. After you put on the dress, did your hair and makeup, you’ve resolved to just sitting on the unmade bed, sinking into the Egyptian cotton.

Nimble fingers lightly touched under your chin to raise your eyes to meet his.

“What’s wrong pretty girl?”

As if anticipating your actions, his thumb brushes over your lower lips: “Don’t bite your lips. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

You blinked, wondering if he had already mapped out your nervous tics.

“I’m a little nervous”, you admit.

The handsome nameless man offers his hand for you to take as you stand up. The same hand settles on your lower back, and his lips brush across your ears when he says, “Don’t worry. I’m here.”

Maybe that’s why you were nervous.

You’ve never liked this place It was incredibly gaudy, all gold and mirrors ready to reflect what you were too scared to see. You glance at the mirrored wall, nearly gasping.

You looked so healthy. Beautiful even. Gone were the dark circles caused by stress and lack of sleep, and under the chandelier light, you were glimmering. And right by you was him tapping out the ash off his cigarette into the ostensibly intricate crystal bowl, a gesture so casually elegant.

You think about your dad and how you hated the way he smoked so much. How trashy it made him look, all nicotine yellow stained teeth, and smoke clinging to his sweat-stained tattered shirts. How the man next to you and your father couldn’t be in more different worlds. You swallow, the realization that you were now a part of this world not lost on you.

He checks his blindingly silver watch and clicks his tongue, “It’s not like him to be so late. I wonder if the players are giving him trouble.”

You look down at your manicured hands, wondering why they weren’t stained with blood.

“The VIP’s” you start, “They’re not coming right.”

He chuckles, “No they’re not. I know how much they scare you.”

You shudder, thinking about the repulsive foreign men with their strange yellow-gold animal masks. They spoke a language you didn’t understand, and it sounded so harsh and ugly on their tongues, that every time you heard English now in passing, it made you cringe. How they chortled and laughed wine drunk and power intoxicated.

The Salesman’s hands squeezed yours, a gesture of comfort: “They liked you, you know.” He brushes off a stray hair falling into your doe eyes, “They call you a prodigy.”

You lean into his touch, and the words you’re about to say are cut off by the doors slamming open. Pink guards with squares on their helmets swarm into the scene, carrying trolleys of dishes encased in silver and bottles of wine. They transfer the dishes of food onto the large table with the coordination of a symphony.

The Frontman is the last to arrive, dressed in his usual black robes and geometric mask. He doesn’t comment how close the Salesman is seated next to you, taking a seat across from the both of you.

“Pardon my late arrival. I had some business to take care of.”

Like always, his manner of speech is icily cold and formal. Suddenly you feel so vulnerable. You wonder how the Salesman does it. Everyone in this organization is masked, real identity (not that an identity beyond their job exists right?) shrouded in mystery. But not him.

He starts talking about something, operational logistics probably. It all passes through your ears, as the Salesman and the Frontman communicate in a language that may as well have been foreign from how they dance around words. You realize, they’re speaking in code. Almost. Probably because they didn’t trust you enough yet.

The Salesman’s hand creeps to your thigh, smoothing out the silk. Your legs feel warmer.

“So...can we estimate the algorithm to be finished before the next game?”

There’s a warning pinch on your thigh. The sting reminds you that it’s your cue to speak.

“Um, yeah, pretty much. There are still some things I need to fine-tune.”

The hand slips under your dress, and you can feel his fingertips rubbing circles on your flesh.

“Like what?” The Frontman’s voice is flat, toneless. If he was disappointed, you could never tell.

“Well,” You swallow, “You want a wider range of players right? More geographically diverse? The algorithm I’m writing...it’ll account for that. And of course, I’m still trying to maximize the yes responses we get. So I’m running a few simulations and-”

You’re blabbering, you realize. You’re getting more anxious because his hands are cupping your inner thigh, kneading sore spots. Your mind flashes to last night, where he had bitten and left hickeys to decorate your inner thighs.

“And?” The Frontman presses.

A finger rubs against your panties and you’re too readily aware of the wet patch. The Salesman had explicitly told you not to wear underwear. You had disobeyed him and you were going to pay for it.

“If things go right, we can have a 90% success rate with our first batch. We can expend less time and resources in recruiting that way.”

The Frontman’s fingers tap on the side of his wineglass, and you can’t tell if he’s pleased.

Meanwhile, the Saleman’s index and thumb dig into your nether lips, and you’re falling apart by the seams. Why’s he doing this? And why can’t you stop yourself from edging closer to his hands, chasing the friction?

“Isn’t that impressive?” The Salesman boasts on your behalf, “All the time she’s saving us?”

“Indeed.” The Frontman turns his head to look at you, and you can feel his intense gaze burning through you, “She’s a prodigy.”

The Salesman’s finger slips abruptly inside to your heat, and you have to bite your lips from letting out a squeak. He’s twisting that same spongy spot over and over again, all the while ignoring your too-neglected clit. You want him to stop. You want him to continue.

Your lower half is practically writhing, as his “come hither” motioned fingers search deeper. You grip the sheets of the table.

“Anything wrong? You seem flushed.” The Frontman questions.

“She’s just had too much wine” The man next to you answers.

His fingers are agonizingly slow, and without thinking, you hold his wrist. The Salesman, who very much does not like being denied, switches to a punishing pace, and you wish you didn’t complain about the slowness when he’s going way too fast right now. Brutally rubbing your insides, while his thumb rubs over your clit vigorously.

They’re talking again. Mostly about preparations for the next game.

You’re holding in your breath, hating yourself for thinking about much you want to cum when they’re literally talking about how many people d-

You don’t know how he does it. How he’s so calm and composed while he’s fingerfucking you to orgasm. Your eyes nearly roll back into your head, and you slump into your seat. The sensations stop and you think he’s given mercy.

Until you can feel his fingers prodding your heat again.

#salesman x reader #gong yoo smut #gong yoo x reader #gong yoo imagine #salesman smut #the salesman #squid game x you #squid game x reader #squid game fanfic #squid game au #dark content tw #tw dubcon

683 notes · View notes

ichorai · 3 years

Text

pearls and pastries ; j.jk

pairing ; pirate!jungkook x baker!reader (gender-neutral)

summary ; a crew of pirates have been pilfering your village for several weeks now and one particularly keen buccaneer has stopped by your bakery practically every visit; whether it be for the delectable pastries or for the sweet baker he's taken an interest to, jungkook couldn’t say. but there’s a catch - the baker doesn’t know that he’s a pirate.

themes ; fantasy, angst, fluff, pining, slight action, pirate au, baker au, medieval au

words ; 3.6k

warnings / includes ; descriptions of weaponry, stealing (from the rich), jungkook being a sad lovesick sap, pirate!bts, poetic sadness but when do i not do angst lmfao everything i touch turns into written sorrow </3

a/n ; written for the @ficscafe fic exchange event for @sunshinerainbowsbts !! i hope you like it <3 i'm definitely considering writing a part two to this :D

Jungkook wasn’t quite fond of parrots. Well, his mislike wasn’t necessarily directed towards the multi-hued rotund bird itself, but the fact that the wretched thing was squawking out a poor rendition of what Jungkook had announced earlier whilst clambering down the crow’s nest.

“I’m going to the bakery! I’m going to the bakery! I’m going to the bakery!” the winged devil screeched from atop Jimin’s shoulder, ruffling its bright feathers as if taunting him.

Shooting it the nastiest of scowls, Jungkook reached behind his head to untie the vermilion bandana holding his overgrown locks away from his narrowed eyes. “You better shut that bird up before I toss it to the sharks, Jimin.”

“If I let you do that, I’d also have to throw you overboard. The both of you are equally annoying,” the other pirate snorted in contempt, glancing up at his younger friend striding across the ship before moving his gaze back to the knapsack he was emptying for the pilfer. Out fell several empty bottles of rum, a few gold pieces glinting in the harsh midday sun, two jewel-encrusted daggers, and a worn eyepatch that suspiciously looked to be the same as the one Yoongi always wore over his left eye. “You seem to forget that we’re here to steal from the rich, not buy fancy breads! You’re lucky that Namjoon has half the decency not to kick you off the boat. Jin, however fond he is of you, still calls you a moocher.”

Rouge faintly dusted across Jungkook’s cheekbones as he coughed into his fist, lifting his shoulder in a half-shrug. “I steal stuff sometimes,” he muttered under his breath. It was useless to defend himself against someone who saw straight through him.

“Sometimes, my foot!” Jimin scoffed, hiking the bag over his shoulders. “Bringing back a goblet you found rolling down the street doesn’t count, you know that, right?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes to the cloudless sky, far too stubborn to admit that Jimin was right. With not another word, the young pirate clambered off of the large vessel and onto the rickety docks, grunting upon landing. It didn’t bother him much that Jimin was irked at his lack of contribution. They were rich enough as it is; what was the rush?

The air was tangy with sea salt and damp wood as he inhaled a deep breath, setting off for your bakery. Walking there took exactly three hundred and seventy two steps. Jungkook had memorized the shortest route to your little shop, mumbling the numbers under his breath with a growing grin blossoming across his lips. He subconsciously rolled the sleeves of his white tunic down, the fabric concealing the pirate tattoos inked all over his arms.

When the youthful sea wolf stepped foot into your store, a familiar chiming of the bell hooked atop the door echoed across the cream-walled room. At the reverberating sound, your head peeked out from the kitchen situated in the back. An illuminating beam danced on your features, eyes lighting up with mirth at the sight of Jungkook.

It made the muscle within his chest slam against his ribcage, desperate to be freed from its confines because it belonged to you, and only you. He wasn’t quite sure when the sudden fixation for the village baker his crew was stealing from started, but he had acclimated to his own change of heart by visiting you as often as he could.

“Fancy seeing you here today. Are you coming in or are you now my human door stopper?” Your heavenly voice floated towards Jungkook, snapping him out of his thoughts. Sheepish, he shuffled inside, engulfed by the warm scents of chocolate cakes, powdered pastries, caramelized fruits, and toasted almonds. His stomach gave an impatient snarl at the sight of tempting desserts. You had also walked to the front of the counter, dusting your flour covered hands on an apron. Some of the white powder had managed to smudge on your cheek, and Jungkook had to resist the urge to reach over and thumb it away.

“Hi,” he said with the brightest of grins. “I’ve missed you.”

At his bold statement, you suppressed a chortle. “I think you missed those chocolate cream puffs you like so much, not me. What’ve you been up to while you were gone?”

Jungkook hesitated at that. For the short amount of time he’d been visiting you, not once had he mustered the courage to tell you of his true origins. A savage pirate like him shouldn’t even be around the likes of you. You had no idea that he was part of the crew that was robbing your village, and the very thought of you finding out had him terrified. You were a taste of all the goodness in the world, and Jungkook was afraid you’d crumble into ash if he dared touch you. The sinner had no rights touching an angel, after all.

“Visiting family,” he hummed, quick to move on. If you noticed his strange demeanor, you didn’t say anything. For that, Jungkook was grateful. “I brought something for you.”

There was something about your smile that seemed to expel any and all feelings of gloom in a room. Jungkook was no exception to this feat, his knees almost buckling against the soft pink counters. He righted himself by leaning his elbows on top and propping his chin up with a palm. Gods, he didn’t know he was in this deep.

“Oh?” you set your hands on your hips, tilting your head to the side. “To what do I owe such pleasures?”

The corners of his eyes crinkled. “For those cream cheese tarts you made me last time I visited. Thought I’d repay you.” Whilst saying this, he used his free hand to reach into his back pocket, fishing out a string of authentic pearls, adorned with a glimmering clasp of gold the same hue as the sun.

Your smile melted into a confused pucker, brows knitting together in a muted painting of hesitance, yet you ogled the expensive necklace dangling by one of his spindly fingers nonetheless. Where on earth had he gotten such a valuable treasure? “But you already paid me with money. I really can’t take that, Jungkook.”

Disappointment was easily detected as he slanted his lips to the side. “Alright, then.” He tucked the pearls back into his pocket. It surprised you how easily he had complied.

The worrisome atmosphere was quick to dissolve when the bell jangled once more. A small child meandered in with a toothy beam, holding a small pouch of clattering coins in their palm. They were no taller than Jungkook’s midriff, and he liked it a little more than he should have watching a certain softness adorn your features at the sight of the kid.

“I recommend the cinnamon apple pie. Or maybe the brown sugar crepes if you’re looking for something sweeter,” Jungkook said, gesturing to the treat behind the display glass. The child angled their head to stare at the taller man with wonder. “Anything Y/N makes is to die for, though.”

The child excitedly babbled something in return, but you didn’t quite pick up what they had said. You were far too focused on Jungkook’s animated features when he kneeled down to point at some more desserts. Sure, he was a handsome man, you’ve known that since day one. You’ve never really looked at him in this light. It was as if he were carved from pure luminosity, whittled by the hand of the most skilled sculptor. Everything about him was practically perfect; the gentle slope of his nose, the angles of his raised eyebrows, the dappled rouge of his lips, the beauty marks mottling his dewy skin, the dangerous cuts of his jaw, the twinkle of gaiety you found in his irises. With the sunlight filtering through the windows, it basked Jungkook within a golden radiance, the shadows casted along his face only highlighting his best features, doing nothing to aid your fluttering pulse. Has he always been this beautiful?

“I’ll have a slice of apple pie!”

The sudden clinking of coins being dumped onto the counter snapped you out of your trance, and you kindly wrapped up what the child ordered and handed them the paper bag. Both you and Jungkook watched as they smiled in thanks and trotted out of the bakery. Curse his handsome physique.

A little flustered by your earlier thoughts, you busied your hands by sorting the coins the kid had coughed up. Jungkook, ever the kind soul, merely stood with you as you worked, engaging you in entertaining conversations to keep you occupied while your store was empty. Where did the sun go once it disappeared down the horizon? Why did everybody else seem to enjoy the bitter taste of coffee except him? Why did his heart beat so quickly when around you? The last question he couldn’t muster the courage to ask, and much to his perturbation, he already knew the answer. You enjoyed Jungkook’s company very much; to the point where you couldn’t quite remember what it was like before he had sauntered into your life.

Before the both of you knew it, the sun was already setting. Jungkook noticed the way you deflated just slightly when red kissed the sky. It was a telltale sign that Jungkook was long overdue to go back to his ship. Yoongi would have his ass if he was late again. The whole situation was ridiculous, really. He felt like a fairy tale princess running away from the ball before his clothes grew into tatters. Well, in his case, he supposed it’d be pirate-wear.

Your smile betrayed only the gentlest hint of disappointment as you thrusted a bag of warm cookies into his arms. “Take this for the road,” you had said.

And so Jungkook did, smiling like an idiot the whole way back. A part of him absentmindedly wondered what your face would look like when you noticed that he had left the pearls on the countertop for you.

The ship rocked as the young pirate scampered across the deck at a startling speed, flinging the doors to the cabins open. Six older pirates stared at his panting form, a few looking on with unsurprised indifference, most glaring at him in disappointment. Jimin merely stuck his tongue out, his childish way of saying I told you so. There was expectancy in the captain’s eyes, but it waned away at an instant upon seeing that Jungkook carried nothing of value. Namjoon pinched the space between his brows in mild frustration.

Stiffly, Jungkook jerked his arm to thrust the bag in his hand forward. “Cookie?” he asked. Nobody said anything. Jungkook slowly brought his appendage back down, guilt roiling in his abdomen. “I take it you guys don’t want the cookies?”

With a huff, Namjoon stalked forward. “Of course we want the cookies, give me that.” He snatched the bag out of Jungkook’s hands and tossed it to Taehyung, who caught it with eagerness vividly splayed across his ruffled features. “I do have to admit, we’re getting tired of you bringing back nothing but sweets every time we go on raids, Jungkook. C’mon, kid, this is a team effort here. Look, just today Yoongi managed to steal a dozen coffers from a nobleman. The least you can do is try.” True to the captain’s word, there was a mountain of chests and boxes full to the brim with gold coins and shimmering jewels piled to the side of the cabin.

Swallowing down the lump in his throat, Jungkook nodded in understanding, though not without a miniscule frown twinging his lips. What was a pirate without his treasure, right?

Taking note of his glum demeanor, Namjoon clapped a hand to the younger man’s shoulder. “We’re not mad at you—”

Yoongi snorted at that.

“We just… want to help you help us,” Namjoon finished, ignoring the salty pirate’s quip from behind him.

The youngest man on deck raised his hand to his forehead in an awkward salute. “Yes cap’n!” Shame prowled within his chest; just thinking about the dishonor he brought to the pirate reputation by loitering in a bakery all day, ogling at sugary treats (and the sweet baker, but Jungkook digresses).

A part of him felt even worse knowing that he’d see you less and less, what with the other pirates breathing down his neck. He could only hope that you’d still look forward to his visits, though few and far in between.

Authentic bottles of expensive wines were shoved into his knapsack by Taehyung, lacing chains of aureate crammed into his hands by Hoseok, bars of cold silver wedged into the pits of his arms by Jimin, and more treasures thrown at the youngest pirate to hold as they lithely ran across the village. Being one of the stronger and more agile ones of the group had its downfalls, after all. He was being treated like a pack mule, hauling all the treasure for them. Not that he was going to complain; Jungkook knew that he deserved the rough-housing.

“Hold onto these for me, will you?” Yoongi gruffly uttered as he slid the thick hilts of gem-encrusted daggers into his belt. Jungkook complied hesitantly, but not without a suppressed groan of annoyance. “They’ll sell for more than a pretty penny, so don’t lose them.” The older pirate seemed to be in a grumpier than usual mood, considering he lost his eyepatch and the mottled scar crossing over his eye was on display for anybody to gawk at. It would’ve been worrying to Jungkook if he wasn’t aware of the fact that Jimin was merely prolonging his juvenile game of ‘keep away’, attempting to dance away from Yoongi’s inevitable wrath.

Perhaps being a pirate wasn’t his true calling, because Jungkook found that his mind kept wandering off to the matters at hand—running away from the guards. Though it was a relatively easy task (the guards were quite thick-headed in this village), he thought about the pretty plants dangling from the balconies of a building they jogged by, or the scents of exotic spices carried by the souq market not far from where they were. Most of all, much to his expectancy, his thoughts were centered around you. Had you gotten many customers for lunch rush? Were you lonely without him? How many times have you smiled today? Jungkook was all too fond of your smile.

Blinded by his unsaid affectionate ramblings, he only barely caught on to Namjoon’s quiet, “We shook the guards off for now. Be careful next time, Seokjin. The sun’s about to set soon; we should head back to the ship before it gets dark.”

Jungkook hissed out a small sigh of relief, bending over to catch his breath. Jogging across the village would have been no problem, but running with treasures twice his weight draped all over him was a different story.

When he righted himself back to standing, the sudden pit of shocked trepidation unfurled within his abdomen. There you were, beautiful as ever, but a terrifying sight to see. Normally you’d be the only person he would want to see, but as of this moment, you were the absolute last person he fancied bumping into.

Why now? He had the most rotten of luck.

Today you weren’t wearing your regular apron, but a pair of fitted grey trousers and a soft beige blouse far too large for you, hanging off of one of your shoulders as you cradled a basket of breads and cheeses and other groceries in your arms. It was a simple outfit, but one that made his heart clench nonetheless. The glinting of iridescent pearls draped over your décolletage had his breath stolen away from him as raw sentiment overtook his form. You were wearing the pearls he left for you and you never looked more beautiful. Jungkook, on the other hand, was clad in clothes that practically screamed pirate; a golden-clasped corset tightened about the small of his waist, a tattered white button-up tucked into his dark trousers, worn sea boots covering his feet. A large gun was also slung over the belt cinched around his hips, along with multiple daggers of the like, and not to mention all the riches and jewelry the other boys had thrown at him.

You couldn’t see him. No, it would absolutely ruin Jungkook.

Perhaps dropping everything he was holding in a panicked effort to dash away as quickly as he could was the worst possible thing he could have done to not warrant any attention.

The concerned and confused questions erupting from the other pirates as they whipped their heads towards their youngest comrade went completely ignored. He scampered away from them, lunging towards a shadowed alley and hiding behind a teetering pile of musty boxes. A stray cat nuzzled against his leg, but Jungkook merely shooed it away with a frustrated glare and not-so-subtle shushing gestures.

What a fool I am, the young buccaneer berated himself, pressing a knuckle against his temple in frustration. He waited for another minute, before slinking out from the shadows, peering around the corner to see if you were still there.

No sign of you. Relief seized his chest, but not without the gentlest flower of disappointment staining whatever solace he felt, a weed amongst the roses. Jungkook’s mind was still reeling from the fact that you were wearing his pearls.

Treading carefully, he strode out of the alley, turning the other direction before halting in his tracks completely. A queer, garbled noise tumbled past his lips.

It was you, a confused smile gracing your features, and all Jungkook could think about was how the sunlight was made for you, how you glowed in front of him, how he wanted to cradle you into his chest and murmur confessions of his pure, unadulterated love into your ear. But Jungkook didn’t do any of that. Instead, he merely stood there, as if he was imitating a statue in all of his pirate glory. Terrified, regretful, and ever so angry at himself.

Fate was a cruel game.

The pearls shone prettily on your skin. A reminder of the best mistake he’s ever made.

Your eyes had yet to wander down to fully take in his appearance, for your expression still held fondness for the man that’s visited your bakery so often, still having no idea that he was a filthy pirate, locked into his molten gaze. “I think you dropped something…?” The golden chains dangled loose between your fingers as you held them out to him. Jungkook didn’t take them, frozen on the spot.

It was as if he could pinpoint the exact moment you found out his true origins. Your brows furrowed upon seeing the weaponry strapped onto him, one of his pirate tattoos on display (Jungkook cursed himself for not thinking of rolling his sleeve back down), and the six other men watching in silent despondency behind them. You had always been a sharp one, far too smart for your own good.

Or, perhaps, it's always been obvious. Jungkook was only wishing for the impossible.

“You’re a pirate.”

The statement wedged a stake into his chest, splintering his heart into pieces. When you stepped away from him, confused horror marring your beautiful features, Jungkook knew that it was over.

He lost you.

A flurry of emotions, overwhelming and tumultuous, evidently took over you at his lack of denial. You looked to be just as heartbroken as he was.

“You’re a pirate,” you repeated, dazed. You wanted him to say something, anything. Much to his surprise, you didn’t sound angry. You took several steps back this time. The weight of pearls around your neck suddenly felt choking.

The sudden calling of his name had his head whipping around to look at his captain, watching the brutal exchange with gentle sternness. “We have to go.” The guards’ll be coming soon, no doubt.

Jungkook looked back to you, any and all words lodged in his throat. Despite the fear in your irises, a soft expression of acceptance folded over your visage, for under all his pirate exterior, he was still the same man that you thought so fondly of from your bakery. The look was short-lived however, quick to fade away when Jungkook reached out for you hesitantly. A part of him pondered how a simple baker managed to steal from the stealer. You had robbed him of his heart, and Jungkook didn’t even try to stop you.

Upon seeing you inch away in mortification at your new revelation, Jungkook retracted his arm and pursed his lips. The agony clawing at his stomach was begging to be set free. He wanted nothing more than to get onto his knees and plead for your forgiveness.

I’m sorry I lied. I’m sorry I’m not the man you thought I was. I’m sorry I fell in love with you.

His name came out again, this time from Yoongi. That meant it was serious.

“I’ll come back,” Jungkook said, tears rimming the bottom of his warm doe eyes. You watched him start to trek backwards. “I promise.” The words felt heavy on his tongue, like he was swallowing down a knot of thorned ivy.

Before you had the chance to say anything back, he was gone, bounding back to his ship with his comrades. Not long after, the distant barks of guards pursuing them rang throughout the village. You took that as your cue to leave. Swallowing down the urge to cry, you forced your eyes away.

You hoped he wouldn’t uphold his promise, for the both of your sakes.

405 notes · View notes

slasherrabbitmadness · 3 years

Text

Victorian DILF Brahms x Female Reader

Series: Don't forget who you belong to.

Chapter 2 - Give me your answer, do

Underthecut - NSFW, Male Masturbation, Oral - Male Receiving.

Brahms sat idly in his living room, leaning back in his large leather recliner. Feet shuffling along the Egyptian carpet, thumbs twiddling as he hums Daisy Bell by Harry Dacre,

"I'm half crazy, all for the love of you." He smiles as he thinks of her. How her hair shines in the sun, like a halo above her head. Her eyes sparkling whenever she laughs, how the corner of her eyes crinkles ever so slightly. How her smile makes his heart skip a beat.

Brahms sucks in a breath, his hum-singing continues, "There are bright lights the dazzling eyes of beautiful Daisy Bell." He sits up straight, eyes on the unlit fireplace, the gold gate held an ornate Chinese dog welded on the front. He looks above the fireplace to the mantel, the rows of photos in their ash wood frames.

His face is stern as he glances at a particular photo. He, a half-smile as his hand rests on his son's shoulder. Lawrence when he was a boy of eight. Lawrence's other shoulder had a delicate white hand upon it. Gerti, her lips dark with her favourite shade of lipstick, her slight freckles littered her face, her silky blonde hair up in a beautiful age-appropriate bun.

His hum-singing fades as he continues to stare, the family photo, the family in the photo appearing as sharp and elegant as their social standing. That day, Gerti had scolded him all morning, her eyes wide and glossy, her alabaster skin held a blue and yellow hue under her eyes. Her fingers were cold and clammy.

"For the love of everything, Brahms, hurry for once." Brahms flinches as he can still hear her screeching, "Lawrence, get the cat's paw out of your mouth and stop pulling its tail!" He chuckles,

"I miss that cat," Brahms laughs to himself. Never one for pets but how that scraggly little beast could make his son laugh in the most jovial way, warmed him greatly.

His amused grin falls as his eyes lock with Gerti's. Grabbing the photo, his thumb ghosts over her image, remembering how once soft her skin was. His stomach churns as a chill seeps into his bones, shaking him in his spot.

He places the family photo back on the mantle, right next to a photo of her. Her hands grasping each other, face tilted slightly, a timid smile upon her face. "Sir, I don't need my photo taken!"

"Y/n, as my employee of a year, you are practically family." Brahms let out a shaky breath as his mind replays the conversation. "And you may call me, Brahms. You address Gerti by her full name."

"Gerti and are intimate in ways that have allowed us to be close."

"Pray tell may I watch these intimate moments?" His cheeky reply had cost him an ear full from his wife when she had found out. Brahms still never understood why women used such charged words to describe a close friendship.

Brahms left the living room, a stirring in his gut had him heave. He wanted to call upon her for aid, 'Fetch me a water with some ice, and actually bring some black tea and one of our lemons from Italy.' he clears his throat at the thought of dryness being washed back by the cold refreshment.

He had given her a few hours a week for personal time. Free to be spent however she pleased. Ever since the death of his wife and Lawerence attending Rugby School for Boys she had more free time. Much to Brahms immense displeasure.

Brahms had taken to stalking her on her days off. Wanted to see what she got up to. Where she went and specifically with who. He would linger twenty feet behind, always darting behind stalls and other tall men to hide, he even took to wearing a coat that he kept hidden in hopes she would not recognize him further.

He stared in amazement at how well she helped an old lady onto the trolley all the while juggling her belongings, refusing a 'tip' "It's the nice thing to do." in reference to helping others.

His cheeks flushed whenever she stopped to smell the flowers, literally. A quaint smile as she turned down the offer for a free one from the vendor. She often stopped to sniff the white and yellow flowers. He had noticed Daisys were her favorite.

He seethed when one day you were stopped by a handsome Youngman, his tall lean frame stood confidently as his dark brown eyes held a softness as they looked down at you. He had overheard the name in a distinctly American accent, "Dan, yeah I'm studying medicine with my colleague, I'd introduce you but..." He hated that you always walked near the campus, hated all the young men eager, too eager to chat up a single young lady.

Dan had never gotten farther than chaste conversations and one quick feather-light kiss on her cheek.

Brahms wondered if he should up and move, just to be a little further away from the university, away from the young men, away from one of them stealing her away. She was his, he had just yet to convince her. Ask her, even bring it up in any conceivable way.

One occasion made the blood sear in his veins. He should have been more away, should have been more vigilant of this Dan fellow. He watched from a distance as Dan rounded the corner and collided with her. His tall body fell over hers, his hand had just managed to catch the back of her head, softening to the blow to the ground.

"Oh, God! I am so sorry!" Dan's eyes wide in shock, "Oh, I'm so sorry."

She laughed, "No, no, it's fine," Brahms gritted his teeth.

"No, it's not." Dan pulled himself and her up, his hand holding her in a firm grasp. "I am so sorry." He scratched the back of his head, his expression doleful.

"Accidents happen." She assured, grabbing his hand still wrapped around hers. " It's okay Dan."

"You remember me!" Dan's brown eyes lit up. A Radiant smile over his face as he stepped closer to her.

Brahms seethed as the scene played out before him. She smiled, he smiled. She laughed, he laughed. The words between the two began to fall effortlessly between them both.

He watched despondently. How she could let herself relax so easily in another man's presence. How her demeanor shifted around Dan. Those stiff shoulders eased themselves as Dan placed his hand on her shoulder and winked.

Brahms cursed, the university's chapel bell rang out. Every thunderous clang shot through Brahms. Every clang was a reminder he had another place to be. The dreaded desk in the dreaded little corner of his office.

He turned one last time, eyes watched as she smiled with a warmth he'd never seen, how she leaned into Dan as his smile shined bright.

Brahms walks up to his maid's room, thanking Gerti for installing a sense of comfort in Y/N as to never locking the door.

He jiggles the door handle, "Hm..." Again, "Weird," his eyes narrow, "Bloody thing is locked." He jostles the handle, "Bloody woman..."

Click

"Ah, there we are." He hums in approval as the door creaks open. Forever grateful for the previous owner teaching him how to easily unlock a door in the house without a key "Rickety ol' tings" Brahms mocked the man's heavy accent.

He inhales as he enters her room. The simple little abode warmed his heart. Her bed and the nightgown left upon it stirred his loins. He walks to the bed, grabs the nightgown, bringing it to his nose, he growls as he inhales, her natural scent lingered on the garment.

Brahms holds the garment in his teeth as he shucks off his pants, freeing his painfully erect cock. The thoughts whirl in his mind as he plops onto her bed, sighing with content as he sinks down into the mattress and a sneer as he grips his cock.

The same bed she slept, where when the night calls for it, he knew she'd sleep naked. "Fuck..." He growls through the nightgown, ripping it from his mouth to place it over his chest. Her bed, her bed where she no doubt has touched herself, even if briefly in a beautiful sinful manner.

Does she shy away as she dipped those delicate little fingers into her dripping pussy? Does she bite her cheek to stifle her pitchy moans when that jolt of pleasure shot through her?

Brahms collects some spit in his large hand, sucking in a breath as his cold spit touches his cock. His hand pumps eagerly around his thick member, a low groan as the image of her crawling up to him floods his mind. He sighs as he pictures it as her hand gripping him, gasping at how large it is,

"Brahms, my fingers can't even wrap around it!"

"That's okay, love, use those pretty little lips and that wet little tongue to help you."

"What if my make-up smears?"

"Oh, love, that's what I want." Brahms throws his head back, thumb circling his swollen head, picturing it as her delicate wet little tongue. He grips himself harder as he swears he can feel her lips wrap around his cock.

His low groans and breathy moans fill her little room, her name falling from his lips, "So beautiful, Y/N. My love, so perfect, mhm, yes, further down your throat, moaning around it."

Brahms breathing hitches as he pictures her, clawing at his chest as tears prick the corner of her eyes, "I'm a little nervous," She says as she rubs her glistening pussy, inches over his leaking cock.

"You got this, my love." Brahms keens,

"Will it fit, Brahms?..." She bites her lip, a hand groping her beautiful chest.

"My love, just relax, I have you." He pictures gripping her hip to ease her down onto him, gripping his cock as he imagines her warm pussy gripping him.

Audible slaps from the fisting of his cock, mixing with his now desperate pleas and moans fill her room. She's on top of him, her chest flushed against his, she's commenting on how she loves the feel of his hairy chest, praised-filled moans as she comments on his pecs flexing under her.

Brahms bucks his hips into his hand, "Hold you close." He moans as he pictures rolling on top of her, her legs wrapping around his lower half, arms pulling him in close, whispering in his ear,

"Brahms cum in me, cum in me, make me yours." He grips squeeze around his cock, imaging it's her pussy clenching around him, "I love you, Brahms."

He hisses as his body shakes, muscles flexing, toes curling as he snarls out his release. The image of her accepting his seed sends heat washing over him. His cock pulses in his grip, his cum spraying over her nightgown, the remaining spilling down his fingers and cock.

His temples pulse, his ears ringing. His toes unfurling as his legs ceased in their shakes. He squeezes his cock a few more times, hearing her breathlessly thanking him, "It's so warm in me. Thank you, Brahms." He swears he can feel her nuzzling into his chest as if she was there.

Brahms coughs as he sits up, shaking his head as he gingerly throws his legs over the side, placing his feet on the door. The nightgown falls over his cock. He snorts, using it to clean himself. He stands up, placing the nightgown where he had found it. A wicked and mischievous grin spreads over his face at the thought of her wearing his spent at night.

He grunts as he retrieves his trousers, pulling them up in haste, tucking his chub back in. A content sigh as he eyes the bed and nightgown. She wouldn't be sleeping alone for much longer.

Brahms snaps his attention to the trill of his front doorbell. He clicks his tongue as he makes haste to the door. He debates on if he has time to properly clean his hand, decides to just wear a fancy white-glove he leaves, conveniently, near the front door instead.

"Coming! My Maid is out currently," He sucks in a breath as he pulls a glove over his right hand, he cocks his head quickly before opening the door. "Sorry, it'd have been answered sooner...who are you?"

Brahms stared down at the short man before him. His brown hair combed expertly to the side, his brows immaculate under his thick glasses. He wore a glowering expression, his lips in a tight line.

The man clears his throat, "Herbert, Herbert West." Brahms makes note of his American accent, "I believe this paper is for the lady of this residence." Herbert whips the paper in front of him, his expression changing to say "Well, hurry and take it!"

"Mr. West."

"Herbert."

"Herbert, If by Lady you mean, Gerti? She passed awa-"

"I don't mean your dead wife."

Brahms's eyes narrow at Herbert. He opens his mouth the speak.

"I mean, Y/n. She is the only lady living here. So Dan tells me."

Brahms's jaw slackens, "Dan." He says more to himself.

"Yes, it's an invitation to a formal at the university. He already invited her. Just wanted to make sure she got all the details, it's all there on the paper." Herbert whips it again in front of Brahms.

Brahms yanks the paper from Herbert, eyes scanning it wildly.

University of London

Residents of Handel Mansions we formally invite you to bring along the most beautiful dame for the start of our fall formal.

September 28th, 1900

Entrance fee 1 pound, with a beautiful dame on your arm the fee is waved.

Brahms stares back at Herbert who pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "Well," Herbert begins, "I figured be best to drop it off for Dan. He's been awfully busy." He flashes a smile to Brahms as he turns, "Dan also says to let Y/n know he wishes her luck at her new job on Robitaille's farm." He turns back around to Brahms, "Oh, it was nice meeting you, Mr.?"

Brahms pauses, clearing his throat, "Brahms Heelshire."

Herbert clicks his tongue, "I knew that." He walks down the stairs, a pep in his step, "Was nice meeting you Mr. Heelshire."

Brahms stares at the short man walking away, nodding to a man walking past. He turns back around, slamming the door behind in, the frame shook.

He stares down at the paper, eyes reading it over and over again. "A formal." He starts, "That Dan..." His breath catches in his chest, "A job?" he questions aloud.

He collapses against his door, slumping over as he crunches the paper in his hands. His thoughts raced to her, cursing himself for not intervening that day she ran into Dan. Wishing he just took the reprimand from his employer and raced in to shove Dan away from you. Creating some fantastical lie as to why he was suddenly there.

Brahms's thoughts slip to his son. Lawrence, his green eyes shine whenever he and Y/n play. He hugs her like he did his mother. How y/n always promises to play with him, tuck him at night. How were you going to tuck him in if you were to be away? How were you going to be there to kiss his little cheek as he falls asleep?

"How are you going to be there for me?"

#brahms heelshire #Brahms x reader #Brahms x you #Brahms imagine #Brahms heelshire x reader #Brahms heelshire x you #Female reader #Slasher x reader #Slasher x you #Slasher imagine #Herbert West #Dan Cain #Smut #Lemon #Victorian AU #Victorian era #late victorian era #edwardian era

325 notes · View notes

animefreak1145 · 3 years

Text

A Lover’s Touch(Adler x Bell!Reader)(Oneshot)

Word Count: 1.8k

Description: Adler came back from a mission to their assigned safehouse, some minor injuries here and there.

Good thing he has Bell to help out with those sore spots.

Warnings/Tags: Mature Warning, Post!Solovetsky, Established!Adler/Bell, Past Brainwashing, Slight Sexual Content, Implied Sexual Content

My love- моя любовь(moya lyubov)

Handsome—красивый (krasivyy)

Beautiful—красивая (krasivaya)

Russell—Рассел (Rassel)

My- мой Рассел (moy)

My dear Russell-голубушка, рассел (galoobooshka Rassel)

Sweetheart-лапушкаka (lapooshka)

Baby- крошка (kroshka)

“Told you I should’ve came with you instead.” You teased as Adler sat atop their shared bed in their room, a nice one too within this particular safehouse. Adler settling with his bare back to you, his honey brown hair still wet at the ends giving him a wild boyish look after already washing his body in the shower before you could help him—too busy yourself in going over the intel he got with Zeyna. “Now look at you, all bruises and small cuts.”

“You think you could’ve done better?” You only grinned sharply when he looked over at you, you moving near him and getting behind him with your hands on his broad shoulders as he snorted and looked away. “You got a lot of nerve for someone who got kidnapped once—“ you made a displeased noise and tightened your hold on his shoulders in warning, “—but I’ll give it to you. Don’t tell Zeyna that. The mission was a success after all.”

You did a pleased hum, tracing your fingertips on his back to a developing bruise and seeing how the muscles coiled in response. You placing a small peck towards the location of it on his mid lower back.

“Almost a full one,” you say as you do a trail with your lips along his skin, placing a kiss here and there as you went up, “if мой Рассел managed to come unscathed.” You did a playful nip to his ear once you reached it. Adler turning his clear blue eyes towards you with a brow up, a look practically asking “what’s gotten into you?” but you just shrugged and patted his shoulders twice. “Come on. Let me help you relax and lay down on your stomach. You’re as tense as a pregnant woman about to give birth.”

He went to move, but not before throwing you a sly look as he placed a pillow under his head—some tresses over his eyes.

“Are you trying to tell me something, sweetheart?”

You huffed out your nose in amusement, shaking you head as you gave him a kiss to his shoulder before moving to straddle on top of his backside so you have free reign for his shoulders and back.

“I think I would be more creative than that if I’m going to make that kind of announcement. Now hush, Russ,” you said Russ with some of your Russian accent coming through, you slowly getting it back as time went on and mixing with your American accent that you gathered. You placed your hands on his shoulders, slowly pressing down on his warm skin and moving as he let out a small grunt. You leaning over slightly by his ear, saying softly, “Let me take care of you.”

You felt him tense underneath you as you leaned away, but didn’t say anything. Continuing to massage and move your hands against his coiled muscles, slowly unknotting as you went. You moving from his solid shoulders to his muscles back that carries the world upon them, being careful with where you spotted harsh bruises to avoid hurting him. You could hear his small grunts and quick short releases of breath due to your actions, the delicious sounds making your imagination run due to how you normally get to catch those sounds. You tried to focus on his massage instead of that, his tense and muscled back slowly turning into putty underneath you. You shifted on top of him slightly, feeling a need start to come that you pushed away.

Once you finished pressing the palms of your hands on his lower back, now notably relaxed and knot free, you moved them atop his shoulders.

“All done,” you rasp, not taking note of how low your voice sounded as Russell hummed. Placing a hand to one of your pants covered thighs as he craned his neck towards you, and doing a quick squeeze as his cool eyes met yours with a relaxed smirk.

“Alright, it’s your turn.” He moved to sit up, you getting off him as you threw him a bewildered look as he gently coaxed down to where he was.

“But, I don’t need it. It was for you.” Despite your words, you felt yourself shift again with your legs. You wish you were in more comfortable clothes now instead of you looking through Intel earlier. “I didn’t go on a mission.”

Russell’s smirk didn’t falter as he stared at your expression, only lifting more into knowing as he hummed again. “I insist,” he says, pushing you down to where he was and you let him with little resistance despite your words. You placing your cheek against the pillow, your heart thundering as Russell straddled atop you as well but not fully due to the size difference and not wishing to stress you with his weight. You felt his hand go underneath your shirt, just as you felt his mouth graze your ear. “Tsk, tsk, Bell. We need to get you out of these before I go on. Hm?” He asked lowly, breath tickling your ear.

You felt yourself slightly shiver, and it wasn’t due to how he lifted your shirt and you letting him as you took it off. Him moving onto unstrapping your bra as well and your back now becoming an open canvas for his calloused hands as he trailed one from your neck to your lower back. Your breathing growing a little short when he stopped at the edge of your pants before both of them moved to your highly tense back and began expertly pressing.

“Someone’s tense,” Russell observed, his hands working you along your heated skin. You starting to sigh out in pleasure as he relaxed some muscles, your thoughts of wondering at his odd and rare playful mood escaping you and instead just focusing on what he’s doing. “I have a guess on what’s gotten into you,” he says, pressing his knuckles against a certain part to your shoulder that made you gasp quietly which made Russell hum. “Didn’t expect you to be like that,” he than leaned towards you, you felt his bare chest on your bare back, skin meeting skin as you could only blink blearily as you wondered what he’s getting at and what he’s doing, why did he stop—“I have a jealous лапушкаka, do I?”

Your eyes widened, excitement raising once more as you shifted underneath him. He knows what his Russian does to you—all fluent and rough just like a native. His endearment of ‘sweetheart’ in your language making you ache.

“I do, don’t I?” He said more than asked, breath to your ear and one hand still working on your shoulder, thumb moving and pressing.

You craned your neck to look towards him, a mocking yet heated look to your eyes as you replied through a sigh.

“Like you aren’t when—“ you let out a moan when his hand found another spot, Russell eating it up as his eyes darkened greedily. “—w-when it’s me and Woods out in missions.”

Russell huffed, raising his brows as he leaned back, and with it taking his heat and making you nearly childishly whine as you fisted a sheet underneath you. Despite him keeping his hands on your shoulders.

“Woods is a beast. You don’t know him like I do.”

This time, you let out a breathless laugh against the pillow. Russell raising a brow in silent question as you looked up at him with an amused smile.

“The pot calls the kettle black,” you say, before continuing coyly, “America’s Monster should know I am only his. Right, моя любовь?”

Russell chuckled richly, shifting himself to be more on top of you and your eyes widened when you felt hardness through his pants on your backside. Him feeling when your back arched towards him in response but him stopping you with his hands as he shook his head as you released a small whine at him this time.

“Not yet, крошка. You’ve been a little minx and just because you’re tempting me with how красивая you are isn’t going to change that,” He says smugly. Totally doing it on purpose with his words as you could only barely shift underneath him to get some reprieve only to be stopped when he gave you a warning nip to your neck. “You moving is making massaging you really fucking difficult, sweetheart.”

You noticed he sounded strained. Tense and distracted by how he switched back to English with the endearment. It made you move more because despite how a man like Russell Adler has extraordinary self-control and patience for missions, he doesn’t quite have the same with just the two of you.

Monsters shouldn’t be leashed for too long.

He hissed, putting more pressure on you but you threw him a look over your shoulder, heated eyes and a purse to your lips which his electric fire eyes focused on.

“голубушка, рассел, you going to leave me влажный и недоставать all for you?” You said through a needy pout, “After wanting to show how красивый you are after such a successful mission? себя мука на.”

Something snapped as his hand moved to your hair, and gripped it firmly as he leaned his chest to your back once more as he growled into your ear.

“You asked for it. Keep quiet so the others won’t hear.”

You hid a smug smile to your pillow which quickly changed as the night went on, all open mouthed and pleading as you tried to control yourself.

It ended with you leaning against his chest, Russell taking a smoke and notably less tense you observed with amusement as the smoke gathered around him. You placed another kiss to his chest where a bruise was as you and him laid naked under the sheets. You made sure his bruises turned to hickey’s instead by you when they did the lust filled act, Russell groaning your name all the while.

“You know,” Russell began, a small smirk playing on his scarred and bruised lips as you looked at him in attention, tapping his cigarette on the ash tray next to him with eyes on you. “They should call you a demon instead. You really are a minx, Bell.”

Seems he caught on to your farce earlier.

You giggle, bringing a hand to graze his scarred cheek and craning your neck to give him a kiss which he met.

“Only for you, Russell. A monster and a demon would be a match, hm?” You give him another kiss, deepening it and Russell seemed to have forgotten his cigarette since his other hand brought you atop him. You laughing again when you slightly pulled back. “Again?”

“Again.” Russell said in answer with a hungry smirk before continuing, hand going under the covers and working in a different manner compared to the massage earlier.

A match made indeed.

Say thanks to me and @tr1ppylady little fantasy of what it would be like to have the honor to massage Russell Adler’s back. Credit to @salvija for helping me with the Russian too!

Adler sure is a monster in bed, huh? *wink wonk* I’ll leave now. Anyways, love both some slight Soft!Adler and Dom!Alder. Like…hello. (´-ω-`)

I didn’t want to describe too much because it’s for the imagination. And I’m supposed to be writing something else. Hope you guys enjoyed!

@smokeywhalee @parkeepingparker @weirdoartist21 @dvesinthewind @nikkibell1937 @nocturnalblurbee @quizzyisdone

#russell adler #call of duty #black ops cold war #cod #call of duty cold war #cod bell #cod cold war #russell adler x bell!reader #Adler X Bell #cod fanfiction #cod russell adler #russell adler x fem!bell #call of duty black ops cold war #cold war #call of duty black ops #bell #russell adler/bell #russel adler x bell #russell adler x reader

169 notes · View notes

dreamingofaizawa · 4 years

Text

A Dragon’s Bride

Dragon Prince! Bakugo Katsuki x Fem! Fae Princess! Reader

Fanstasy AU

***18+ Fic***

If you are not 18 years old, you are not old enough to ride. Please exit the line and find another. Thank you and have a good day.

Warnings: Arranged marriage, smut, soft to rough sex, light fluff. Characters are aged up, Bakugo and reader are the same age.

Word Count: 4.7k

Author’s Note: So I had this idea after reading other fantasy AU fics, and I just really wanted a soft Bakugo. I know he’s an angry moody mf but idgaf aight? I didn’t wanna get super descriptive with the smut, just cause I wanted it to be more like ‘lovemaking’ than just sex, you feel me? Sorry if the pace is a little weird, I didn’t spend a whole lot of time on this lmao. Anyway, here’s dragon boi Bakubitch.

Enjoy the read~

As the youngest daughter of the Fae King and Queen, you knew it was only a matter of time before you were put in an arranged marriage. Your eldest brother had taken his Fae wife and would ascend to the throne in due time, and your older sister had already been married off to the Elven Prince Shouto.

Despite knowing you’d need to marry for political ties, you hadn’t expected to be sent off quite so soon. Your 19th birthday had passed only a few days ago, and that was when the news was broken to you. You were to be married to the Dragon Prince Katsuki Bakugo, soon to be the Dragon King, for his parents had expressed their wish to step down as royals rather early for Dragons of their age.

The journey was rather long, even as you flew with your guards in a beeline to the lands of the Dragons. Throughout the weeklong trip your nerves were building and the mild fear settled into your bones. The Dragon Prince was infamous for his temper and short fuse, his anger always taken out specifically on Izuku Midoriya, the Fairy Prince from his childhood. Your kingdom had not tied itself with the Dragons in centuries, and this alliance meant the Fae’s history of stubborn seclusion and independence would begin to diminish. This was a mission you could not afford to fail.

The final night camping was the worst. Sleep seemed to fear you, and you tossed and turned, attempting to settle your nerves. But it was to no avail. The sky began to lighten into a dull gray, signaling the coming morning. The guard came to wake you up, and soon you were bathed and back in the sky. Not having slept was of no concern, you’d gone days without sleep before and were just fine.

By midday you’d reached the edge of the Dragon kingdom, and were landing in front of the mountain castle just before sundown. The castle was gorgeous on its own, the face of it being the only exposed piece of the structure with the rest of the castle buried inside the mountain itself. The entrance was large, a platform that no doubt acted as a landing pad for the royal Dragons. Warm light poured from the large arched doorway as the huge stone doors opened as you approached.

You were greeted by the King, Queen, and the Prince himself. You sank before them in a low curtsy, pitch black wings spread out and flattened to your sides in a display of reverence. The King and Queen themselves bowed their heads toward you as a sign of respect, and when the Prince looked away indifferently, the Queen forced the boy down into a bow by grabbing his head and shoving it down, leaving you shocked.

You were of lower rank than he, so there was no reason for him to bow his head to you. Noticing your confused state, the Dragon Queen spoke. “Rank is of little concern here, child. My son must learn a grain of respect if he is to be King.” With a small smile, you nod in understanding, too afraid to speak. Your nerves were bound to come through in your voice, and you refused to show signs of weakness in front of Dragons powerful as they.

Tonight was one of rest, and there were rooms for your royal guards to rest for the night before they had to make the journey back to Fae land. The Queen insisted you call upon a maid should you need anything, and personally escorted you to your room. Once alone, you took the time to bathe. A warm indoor spring was not something you were used to. Waterfalls were the bathing pools of choice in the Fae kingdom, though the warm water was welcome after your long journey. Soon you were in a nightgown and fast asleep in a warm bed of furs.

The next morning a maid came to wake you, and you were dressed by several handmaidens. The gown you wore was simple. A soft grey, long and flowing, with the fabric bunched at your shoulders in a sleeveless style and a low-cut back to accommodate your wings. You were escorted to the dining room, and you took the time to memorize parts of the castle.

The table itself was shorter than you expected, with only three seats on the longer sides and the usual single seats on the ends, already occupied by the King and Queen. Prince Katsuki sat to his mother’s right, and you were led to sit on her left, directly across from him. For the first time, you got a good look at the boy.

Unruly ash blonde hair framed his face, which was chiseled and defined. His deep red eyes seemed to burn and glow like embers, and you had to look away from the intensity of his gaze on you. Your eyes were drawn to the exposed skin of his arms and collarbones, the muscles rippling underneath. You’d be lying to say he wasn’t incredibly handsome.

Through breakfast the Queen asked about your kingdom and its customs, and personal questions on how you felt about this alliance. You gave simple answers, having been trained to respond to such questions. She then walked you through the day, explaining how you’d be spending a lot of time with Katsuki not only for today, but all the way up until the wedding, which was set to take place in six months. The Prince scoffed at the idea.

“Why the hell do I even need to marry her? Why can’t I go find someone I like? I’m sure she’d rather marry someone she likes.” The Queen let out a low growl that could only be from a Dragon, directed toward her son. Her voice boomed through the hall. “Hold your tongue, boy. This alliance is important to both our kingdoms. You’ll do well to remember that.” He went silent with a snarl. She then turned her attention to you with a soft smile, the harsh edge gone from her voice.

“My apologies, dear. He can be...difficult. I hope your union can teach him some humility as well as respect for others.” With a soft smile, you nod. “I understand, my Queen. I pray I am not a burden to the Prince.” She chuckles and shakes her head as if you’d said something extremely amusing. Breakfast was soon over and you were left to spend the day alone with Prince Katsuki.

It was a rather difficult day. The Prince refused to speak, only voicing any irritation or anger he had for something he’d noticed. You were mostly quiet, in fear of angering him and possibly spoiling the union. He didn’t address you at all, and most interaction was awkward, but that was to be expected. You didn’t know each other. The King and Queen left the kingdom on a trip that was to last up until the week of the wedding, leaving you alone in the castle with the prince.

The first few weeks were relatively the same, little conversation between you and the Prince, silent meals, him angrily grumbling about one thing or another. You began to wonder if this was how life was going to be with him. It’s been nearly four months now, and he only ever addressed you briefly when he commented on one thing or another, though he was less angry lately. Tonight you lay awake in bed, stressing over whether or not you’d end up ruining this alliance.

Sleep refused to come, and you decided rolling around in bed would do you no good. Silently, you stepped out of your room and padded through the castle aimlessly. Eventually you ended up on a lone balcony at the face of the castle, far above the entrance and off to the side, jutting out from the cliffside. The chill of the night air made gooseflesh pebble your skin, but you welcomed it. It had been a while since you’d flown.

Wrapping your night robe tight around your body and stretching your wings, you stood on the railing and leaned back, falling into the open air and sailing into the night sky. You missed the wind rushing past your feathers, whipping through your hair. It was cold, but it made you feel free and light, away from the pressure of the marriage and alliance. Little did you know a pair of red eyes were watching you from a more hidden balcony.

____

You were absolutely beautiful to him. Katsuki watched as you floated on the air. Your dark feathers barely catch the warm light from the castle, giving them a slight glint as they ruffled and moved. He watched as you darted up into the clouds, pulling your wings in and spiraling up through the thick barriers, then falling back downward with your wings stretched out below you.

You were mesmerizing, and he hated how quickly he’d grown fond of you. At first he thought you were some stuck up princess, like the Elf Prince Shouto Todoroki. But he was proven wrong rather quickly. You were intelligent, your opinions sound and logical, the complete opposite of him. He was rash and emotional, and he knew it. He soon came to respect you, though he couldn’t figure out how to speak to you for the life of him. He was always more a man of action. Words were not his forte.

But as he watched you in the night sky, he couldn’t help but be drawn to you. He wanted to fly with you, to dance with you through the air. He wanted to touch you, your skin, your feathers, even your horns. He’d never seen a Fae before, only drawings from books. Though those images were put to shame next to you. Your grace seemed unmatched, even compared to his mother, who was just as rough around the edges as he was.

He’d be embarrassed to say he observed you more than he had intended to. The way you walked as if you were floating, how you held yourself around others. Your posture was regal, poised, and yet full of humility and compliance. You looked like you understood your place in this world, like you knew why you were supposed to marry a Dragon in an arranged marriage instead of being able to choose who you loved.

His thoughts drifted as he watched you, and he found himself wanting to fly with you more and more as time passed. Unlike you, he could sprout his wings whenever he wanted, and soon his large leathery wings were fully formed, ready to lift him from his perch. And that’s exactly what he did.

____

You were so distracted with the rushing wind you didn’t notice the figure approaching you until you felt the air whoosh behind you unnaturally. Swiftly, you turned, and found a pair of glowing red eyes focused on you. Both of you stayed there, flapping softly in the wind to keep steady. He was the first to break the silence.

“It’s a bit late for you to be flying, Princess.” His unusually soft tone of voice had heat rushing to your face. You sputtered out your response, partially from his words, partially from your nerves. “I, uh, I’m sorry, my Prince. I had no idea that…uhm… that I wasn’t allowed to fly this l-late.” A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, clearly amused. ‘Cute’ he thought to himself. “I didn’t say that, Princess. Just that it was rather late for you to be awake.” More heat flooded your face at his teasing tone.

He tilts his head, indicating for you to follow him, and he flits away, landing on the balcony you’d leapt off of. You were close behind, and landed next to him as his wings vanished into his back. A large hand was extended toward you and you took it, a bit hesitant, as he’d never engaged this much contact before. His warm hand enveloped yours, and he pulled you alongside him through the castle.

You cleared your throat quietly to speak. “Apologies, my Prince, but where are we going?” A small smirk graced his lips as he turned to you. “It’s a surprise, Princess. But I promise you’ll like it.” You gave a small nod and allowed him to guide you through the halls of the castle. He led you deep into the mountain, down corridors you hadn’t explored before, and soon you were walking down uncarved tunnels lit only by torches every few feet.

After a few minutes in the tunnels, the torches came to an abrupt stop, and you began to feel uneasy with the looming darkness. As if sensing your hesitation, the Prince turned and squeezed your hand in his. “Don’t worry, I promise I’m not dragging you to the dungeon.” His voice was playful, something you’d never heard from him before. Despite the mild discomfort of the underground depths, you trusted him and let him pull you into the darkness.

Once your eyes had adjusted, a faint glow came from somewhere further inward. He kept walking, further and further down the tunnel, and the glow consistently strengthened until you were sure you’d find the source behind each turn you took. Then he stopped, and turned to look at you over his shoulder. “You ready, Princess?” You nodded almost excitedly, and he pulled you with him around the corner. The sight before you stole the breath from your lungs.

The source of the cool glow was a gigantic cavern, the walls and ground littered with white, green, blue, and purple crystals, all glowing in the darkness, illuminating the space. The high ceiling was dotted with them as well, almost mimicking the night sky. In the center was a deep pool that reflected the light, the crystalline water perfectly still and undisturbed. Your wings ruffled as you took in the sight before you, the reaction involuntary.

In your wonder, you failed to notice the Prince had disappeared from your side. He called out to you once he had sunk into the water, and your eyes snapped over to him, heat rushing to your face in the realisation that he was naked. He seemed to sense your shyness, and let out a chuckle. “Come on, Princess. Won’t you join me?” Slowly, you made your way over to the pool, eyes focused on the steam rising from the water, and away from the very naked Prince.

You sank down to your knees a few feet from him, your wings wrapping around you slightly. From the corner of your eye you could see his head tilt at you, and you were sure he was smirking at your flustered state. With an amused hum, he turned his body away from you, giving you privacy to undress and dip into the water. Once you were in, you settled onto the ledge and hugged your knees close to your chest, your wings hiding most of your body.

“Y-you can t-turn back around now, my Prince.” He shifted back to his original position, leaning against the edge of the natural pool and resting his arms up on the ledge, relaxing into the hot water. You were still a bit tense, not having been naked around a man before. His deep voice was playful as he spoke. “Relax, Princess. We’re to be married. I’ll see you eventually.” You could hear the teasing undertone and you hugged your knees in closer.

His eyes were now fixed on you. With a small sigh, he moved, and you squeaked as his arms wrapped under your wings and around your waist. He lifted you with ease, and positioned you to be straddled on his lap, face inches from his, strong arms holding you close. His eyes were glued to yours, and you couldn’t hold his gaze. It wasn’t the same intensity as the first time you’d looked at them. This time was a bit different, the burning in his eyes was not from anger.

A hand came up and cupped your cheek, shocking you from the gentle touch. His voice was just as gentle, soft as his eyes trailed over your features. “You’re beautiful, Princess.” Your wings puffed up slightly at his words, and his eyes snapped to them at the movement. “Can I touch them?” The question shocked you a bit, but you nodded, not trusting your voice.

The hand that was on your face reached out and pet your feathers, gliding down your wing gently. Nobody had really touched your wings other than you, and it was only to clean them. This was a new sensation, and your wings shook lightly as your shoulders tensed a bit. Katsuki’s ministrations froze, and his voice turned slightly serious. “What is it? Did I hurt you?”

You blinked at him before shaking your head. “No, no of course not. It’s just...nobody has ever touched my wings before…” He seemed to relax at that. Still, his hand pulled away from your wing in favor of holding your waist. He held you closer, and your breath hitched slightly at the close proximity, your noses inches apart. His breath was warm on your face. “You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted to hold you close like this, Princess.”

Your eyes widened at his words and he laughed a bit. “I’ll admit, Princess, you’d captured my attention rather quickly. I never quite knew how to talk to you. But I am impatient, and couldn’t wait to hold you.” You were giddy from his confession, and you leaned forward, burying your face into his neck and pressing your body into his.

Up until now, your focus had been on the marriage and the alliance and making sure it went well. But now, knowing it would work out, you allowed your feelings to come into play. From the beginning you’d been taken with the handsome Prince. Within the first month you were no doubt falling for him. His attitude and personality was rather brash, but he was never aggressive toward you. Sure, he didn’t speak to you, but his actions spoke much louder.

He was a gentleman more often than not, holding doors open, escorting you to and from meals, even occasionally gifting you gowns and jewelry. You’d kept your emotions in check, though you knew by now you’d fallen head over heels for the man. Now, his arms tightened around you and you breathed in each other’s scents. His fingers massaged the skin in between your wings, and your body shuddered. It felt...good. Really, really good. You mewled into his shoulder, enjoying the new sensation.

You could feel him smirk into your neck as his fingers dug into the fluffy feathers at the base of your wings. With a gasp, your wings extended out behind you and fluffed up, all the feathers ruffling as you pressed your body tighter to his. A warmth began to build in your abdomen and between your legs, and you squirmed a bit, unsure what the feeling was.

His hands released your feathers and gripped your hips with a low hiss. “Quit your squirming, Princess. I don’t think I can control myself right now.” His voice was deep, and slightly strained. You lifted your head to look in his eyes, and his pupils were dilating, red irises now small rings. “What do you mean, my Prince?” His eyebrows raised slightly before his lips curled into a smirk. He brought your hips down, grinding you down onto him.

That was when you felt it, his hardness rubbing against your thigh. A small gasp escaped your lips and heat bloomed from your chest up to your cheeks. He watched as your pupils matched his, irises disappearing into blackness. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips onto yours in a passionate kiss. When he finally let go you were both panting, and he leaned his forehead against yours. “Angel. My Angel.”

His eyes burned into your own as he spoke, his voice almost pleading. “Let me take care of you tonight.” You barely managed to nod before his lips were on yours again, this time hungry and wild. His tongue prodded at your lips and you let them part, let him explore your cavern in a mess of tongue and teeth. Without breaking the kiss his hands grabbed your thighs and began to lift, and your arms wrapped tight around his neck as he lifted you both from the warm water and walked.

You had no idea where he was taking you until he leaned and placed you down on soft pelts. Surprised, you pulled away to look around. The bed was situated behind a mass of towering crystals, hidden from the entrance. The blue glow illuminated the blonde’s face as he hovered above you, highlighting his features. You took a moment to admire just how beautiful he is, before his lips were on yours again.

His hands wandered freely now, groping the flesh at your hips and thighs, fingers massaging the soft skin there as his lips trailed down your neck and along your collarbones and shoulders. A thick finger found its way to your dripping core, and you let out a gasp at the feeling. You’d never laid with a man before, however you had to learn how to please one through books. You wondered briefly if the Prince had any real experience, before your mind was brought back to the moment as his finger pushed into you.

It wasn’t painful, and the mewl you let out let the blonde know you enjoyed it. His tongue attacked your pert nipples as distraction as he pressed another thick digit at your entrance, pushing it into your tight walls. A hiss escaped you from the slight burn, the stretch something you weren’t used to. Nothing had ever been inside you like this, the feelings foreign but pleasurable all the same.

His fingers maneuvered inside you, scissoring and curling and pumping until you were a panting moaning mess beneath him. His thumb dipped down into your wetness before reaching up to rub at the little bundle of nerves, making you flinch with the sudden jolt of pleasure, your wet walls clamping down on his fingers. A tightness built quickly in your abdomen the longer he kept his ministrations, and he leaned up to whisper in your ear.

“I can feel you gripping me. Cum for me, sweet girl.” His mouth attached to your neck and sucked, adamant to leave a mark. It only took a few more moments for you to fall apart around the man’s fingers, legs and wings trembling, moans echoing through the cave. When you had come down from that high, he pulled his fingers from you and licked them clean, a deep groan pouring from his lips.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, he lines himself up with your core, grasping your hip in one hand. “Are you ready for me, Angel?” Grabbing at the furs underneath you, you nod. “I’m ready, my Prince.” Slowly, he pushes himself into you, panting and growling, jaw clenched hard. The stretch burns, but only slightly, and soon you’re moaning and mewling beneath him. Finally fully seated inside you, his head drops to your shoulder and his arms wrap around you, holding you tight against him.

His breath is hot, blooming over your shoulder and neck, lips and tongue attacking the skin there. He holds his hips still, flush against yours, giving you time to adjust to him. When your walls relax around him, he begins to pump into you, shallow thrusts grinding himself into your walls. As he moves, his hands crawl up your back, fingers tangling into the base of your wings and massaging gently, making you moan out and wrap your arms around his neck.

He keeps his pace steady, but you can hear the strain in his breathing and feel his jaw clenched tightly. He’s holding back, and you don’t want him to. “Please, don’t hold back. I want all of you, Katsuki.” His movements stilled, you never used his name before. Pulling back, he peered down into your eyes as your hands held his face.

“You can have all of me, Angel, if you’ll be mine.” You leaned up and kissed him sweetly, “I’m already yours, my King.” A deep growl rumbled in his chest at your words, “Then you will have all of me.” He pulled his hips back and snapped back into you, setting a quick pace. Your breath came in pants and moans, the pleasure wracking through your body stealing the air from your lungs. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the cave, along with moans and growls and the smell of sex.

His arms held you tighter, fingers continuously digging into your feathers, lips latching onto your neck between heavy breaths. “Mine. My Angel, mine, mine. I love you my Angel.” You moaned out, your voice soft in his ear. “I love you my King. I’m yours, all yours forever.” His pace became erratic, and a hand came between your bodies to rub at the little nub between your folds. Only a few tight circles around it had you cumming and clamping down hard around his length, and he thrust into you hard.

A few more thrusts and he stilled himself, letting out a deep guttural moan as he spilled his seed inside you, holding your body tight to his. He rolled over, laying you on top of him without removing his length from you. Your wings stretched out behind you, falling limp at your sides once they were relaxed. Katsuki peppered kissed along your hairline, whispering sweet nothings as your breaths calmed.

After a long, comfortable silence, he spoke. “Are you alright, Angel?” You smiled and kissed at his chest. “Never better, my King.” He hummed, the sound vibrating through your body. “We should get back to the main castle. The maids will panic if we’re missing.” You giggled at the thought of the maids running around like headless chickens searching for the two of you. With a nod, you sat up, and he lifted you off of him.

You swung your legs over the side of the bed and pushed up, but your legs were weak and gave way to your weight. Katsuki caught you easily, and scooped you up like you weighed nothing. After bathing in the pool once more, you both dressed and he carried you with him to his chambers, and you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next couple months you spent nearly all your time together. You sit side by side during meals, talk regularly, and spend free time alone on a balcony or in the crystal cave. As you spend time with him, you notice things about him you never would have guessed before. He’s extremely perceptive, smarter than his angry demeanor would lead most to believe. He hates lying, hates secrets and deceit, which showed through when he explained why he was so against the arranged marriage at first.

The news was sprung on him only hours before you arrived, and he was angry that his parents had kept it secret from him. You noticed he was rather protective and liked skin contact, holding you tight to his body whenever he got the chance. He was thoughtful, his gifts were never useless, always something he was sure you would use and appreciate. Your favorite was the many custom jewels he had crafted for your horns. Some a delicate array of dainty silver chains and gems that glittered and swayed as you walked. Others golden wire, mimicking vines and leaves that twisted around and hugged your horns.

That was when you noticed his infatuation with your horns. He’d touch them often when your head was on his lap, tracing the intricate texture with his fingertips. He didn’t find them grotesque or intimidating like most others did, instead he found them beautiful and magical. He never tried to cover them, always adorning them with sparkling gems and glittering metal to accentuate the deep ebony.

He was curious, constantly asking questions about you, your home, and your customs. You grew to love the man more and more with every passing day, and as the wedding came and went you had no reserved feelings about the union. You loved Katsuki, the Dragon Prince, and he loved you, the Fae Princess. He was your King, and you were his Angel, and neither of you would have it any other way.

#bakugo katsuki #bakugo katsuki mha #bakugo katsuki bnha #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki bakugo bnha #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki smut #bakugo katsuki x fem reader #katsuki bakugo x fem reader #fantasy au mha #fantasy au bnha #dragon bakugo #dragon prince bakugo

1K notes · View notes

saturnsstufff · 3 years

Text

The Empress Pt.VI

I hope you all have a lovely day🖤🖤

Warnings: light hint to sexual innuendo, Swearing

Its been about a couple of months now since we found Tommy. The palace was up in a baby craze due to the new little prince they inherited. Once we got past the first couple week's of tommy living with us, we saw his true nature. He was a nice and sweet kid, don't get me wrong. But oh, he was also a trouble maker.

Tommy would often bounce between hanging around Wilbur, Techno, Phil and even you. When you would be working at the forge Tommy would sometimes just slip in unannounced and make himself comfortable on a spare stack of metal. You'd only really notice him when he would ask you what something was, or what it did.

That was the new update as well. After returning Techno had requested that you practice making earrings. Saying that he wanted to see how dainty you could work. Of course you didn't mind, back at your village you would often make rings, pendants, and sometimes earrings for those who asked. So making him a earring was no fuss at all.

Techno did start to wonder around to the forge often. usually seeing what you were making or what you were in the process of. Sometimes he would even make off hand comments to make you laugh. Your favorite visit’s from him were always when he would bring tommy. The two would walk in, Tommy holding Techno’s finger as his hand was a little too big for the young boy to fully grasp.

Since you were a familiar face around the palace Techno had stopped wearing his Skull. Instead replacing it with his all to familiar golden reading glasses. You still stood by the ideal that you preferred him with no skull. Since he was, to you, very handsome. You did find out later that the skull he wore was for outsiders. He didn't feel the need to show his face to those who wouldn't be present very long in the empire. Choosing instead to leave them with the impression that he was a monster of a man, rather than a young prince with a heart of gold. When you say he had a heart of gold, you meant it.

Recently techno has really opened up around you, becoming more relaxed in your presence. Phil had mentioned that it would only be a matter of time before he did, and sure enough he was right. If you didn't have anything to do with the forge that day you would sometimes read within his office well he worked. He never made tones of disagreement, or ask that you leave, instead he would just watch you sit before offering a ‘Hello’. It had become something that you often looked forward too.

You and Wil were still thick as thieves. Techno would rag on Wil about how you two could sit and talk for hours, before declaring that you were bored with each other. Only for you two to part then reconcile in the library a hour later. Techno couldn't understand it, but in the end just accepted it for what it was.

You had just finished cleaning up the forge for the night when you herd some light pitter patter of feet. Tommy. You slowly turned to face him. He was in his night wear, obviously he had just gotten out of bed. he looked distraught however. “What’s up bud?” you asked, putting the tongs and the spare metal away. He slightly shifted in his spot, his little teddy bear behind him.

“I had a nightmare” he quietly mumbled. your eyes softened. Ever since you three found him he would have a recurring nightmare about ‘loosing my new family’ as tommy put it. Usually when he had this dream he would seek Techno, or you out for his comfort. Since you two were mostly together when he would look.

“Want me to read to you?” you asked, kneeling down to his level. His bright blue eyes dancing about. He gave a little nod. he put his arms out for you to carry him. you shyly smiled at him.

“buddy I'm a bit dirty...” You said softly, unsure if he was ok with getting dirty right before bed. He only shook his head and said ‘I don't mind’ as a response. So you gently took him into your arms as you stood. He didn't hesitate to curl into your neck. you glanced back at the room that held the forge, you mentally shrugged figuring the rest could wait until tomorrow. With Tommy in your arms you wondered out, heading for his room. On the way there Techno crossed path’s with you.

“Oh (y/n)” he said as he looked from you to tommy. he furrowed his brows, asking what was wrong without physically saying it. You mouthed out that it was a nightmare, Techno slowly nodded understanding. He rested is hand on tommy’s head giving a reassuring rub to it. “Not havin’ such a good night big man?” he asked gently. Tommy turned his head to look at Techno, slowly shaking his head. Techno pondered a moment as he watched tommy. slowly he gained a idea. “You wanna hear somthin’ cool?” he said with a small smile. tommy nodded in response, gripping to your shirt.

“Can (y/n) come?” Tommy asked quietly, watching Techno's kind eyes. Techno patted Tommy’s head before he nodded.

“Yeah I mean, I guess she can come. Only if you deem her cool enough that is” Techno mused, glancing to your eyes. you raised a brow in question, watching Techno bite back a playful smile. Tommy nodded again. “You think she’s cool enough?” Techno asked Tommy, having him confirm his nod. “Yeah I think she’s cool enough too” He said, ruffling your hair before he walked off. queuing you to fallow him. You smiled and fixed your hair before fallowing him. Instead of leading you towards Tommy’s room, he lead you two to the Library. “Go sit on the couch over there” Techno said, pointing to the sofa closest to the fire. You nodded and wondered over, curious of what Techno had planned.

when you sat, you adjusted tommy so he sat in your lap. he pulled his bear close to his chest, hugging it tightly well the two of you waited for Techno. Luckily he didn't take long. When he returned, he had a Violin in hand. He was casually tuning it well he walked. You tiled your head curiously at him. “I didn't know you played” you said to him. He sent a bemused smile to you. taking a relaxed stance.

“Trust me Princess... There's a lot you don't know about me” He waisted no time on starting a soft tune. Well Tommy eased into you, slowly becoming entranced with the peaceful notes, you became more interested in how he swayed to the light swing of his arms. His hands ever so delate as he held the bow, dancing it along the strings. working the instrument to cry out a melody ever so sweet. His face was that of concentration, focused on finding the proper notes to lull his younger sibling to sleep. This was just another reason why you found Technoblade so interesting. He could talk politics and war strategies so easily, sounding like a primed veteran well past his years. But then he could retire to the library and look like a young boy falling in love with the craft he just found.

Well Techno played away, his eyes fell to you. Tommy had fallen asleep in your arms, finding security within them. His teddy bear tightly locked within his own arms. When he glanced up to you he almost had the breath knocked from his lungs. You sat so beautifully. Your eyes were ever so soft well watching him. You looked at him like he was the most important thing you had ever seen. Your face held a little bit of dirt, and ash from the hard work you did for the day, but he didn't mind. He actually preferred it. Too many times had the Court tried to set him up with a prim, and proper woman. One that was elegant, clean, pure, dainty. But He didn't want that. He wanted strong, hands calloused, smudged makeup, sweat dripping, imperfect, but yet somehow at the same time, perfect. He wanted flaw. He wasn't perfect, he had scars, he wasn't the most handsome boy, he was often classified as too bulky, and too tall. He also couldn't be held back with someone who wanted him, to pamper and please. He wanted someone who would treat him as a equal, who praised his knowledge on war instead of shunning it. Someone who embraced the flaws of the world, and turned them into works of art. His eyes wondered back over you, you had moved your head down to check on tommy. Your fingers delicately tracing over Tommy's cheek. Brushing the curls from his face.

You looked back up to techno as he came to a stop. “That was beautiful... Why didn't you tell me you played?” you asked softly. Being mindful of the toddler asleep in your arms. Techno slowly lowered the Violin to the couch.

“I didn't think it was that important to bring up” He said, returning the soft tone. Well he sat the instrument down his eyes met yours. You couldn't help but feel drawn to his eyes, they looked like beautiful glass, the fire’s reflection dancing within, making his eyes dance lively. “If you would like to talk more we should take him to bed first” he said, his eyes flickering to Tommy. You nodded slowly.

“Right, of course.”

After Techno and you had put Tommy to bed it was well into the night. Most of the servants and palace guards had retired to their beds, making way for the changing of the guards. Techno and you weren't really feeling the effects of sleep yet. Rather the two of you wanted to stay within each others company longer. Techno had walked you you to the garden, having snatched two blankets from the library before wondering out into the cold. Techno, having no where to be ended up taking his hair out from his braid. replacing it with a lower pony tail, giving his hair a moment of freedom from it’s confinement.

The garden was beautiful. They couldn't grow flowers of course, but there were elegant sculptures that replaced them. in the middle of the whole garden was a artesian well fountain. although long frozen when the two of you passed by you could hear the water running within the ice. It was peaceful to walk with Techno. It was rare when the two of you would make late night walks. Usually you would take them during the day, or after dinner. But nothing past 10 o’clock mostly.

“So what’s something else I should know about you?” You inquired to him. He smiled to himself before turning to you.

“Are you really going to start school yard type questions with me?” He teased. You smiled and lightly laughed. He was smiling at you, admiring how you looked when you laughed.

“Yeah, yeah I guess I am. You going to answer them?” You couldn't help but tease back. He chuckled and hummed.

“Mmn. Maybe” he said bemused.

“What’s your favorite color?” You asked, now aiming for the most basic questions just to make him laugh in turn. He leaned onto the railing that over looked the kingdom, pondering a moment.

“Red’s a nice color, Or Plum Purple” He said looking at you. Taking a moment to ask you a question in turn. “Besides the forge what do you like to do?” You sat and thought a moment.

“I like to read, Action and Romance are a lot of fun” you mused, earning a laugh from him.

“Romance eh? Waiting for someone to sweep you off your feet? Lamee” he said jokingly. You laughed and took a swat at his chest.

“Oh hush up, I bet you’d like someone to sweep you off your feet Techno” You said, your eyes scanning the horizon. He sat and thought on your words a moment.

“Eh not particularly. Only lame nerds think of that” He said, turning, heading back for the garden door’s. you scoffed and laughed a bit.

“Jerk” you said between laughs. You were going to fallow, but then you had a wicked idea. You scooped up some snow in your hand and bit your lip trying to muffle your laugh. once you had a decent snowball you threw it at him. Bullseye. You had nailed him in the back of the head. He went still, You were a giggling mess now.

“Oh, your in for it now Princess” He said, smirking has he turned. Running after you, his blanket long discarded as he ran to grab you. You squealed out laughing, running from him, discarding your blanket too. You didn't get far before he hooked his arm around your torso, pulling you into his chest well you flapped about like a fish. “Your gonna’ be pullin’ snow out of your shirt for a week when I'm done with ya’!” he said Laughing. Picking snow up before putting it on your head. Some of it even went down your shirt. You flopped about, laughing the whole time until he dropped you into the snow bank. He laughed at you and how you were practically buried within the snow. This only fueled your fire. you threw two more snowball’s the first one missed, but the second one he grabbed out of mid air. You tried to free yourself from the snow bank before he came over to you, but it was no use. he climbed into the bank and shoved the snow down the back of your shirt. But this time you caught him off guard. You grabbed his arm and pulled. setting him off balance so he fell into the snow. Now it was your turn to laugh. tossing more snow onto him. It didn't take him long to recover of course, he simply rolled and grabbed your arms. Pinning them down to the snow. His body hovered over yours. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body. His face was that of pure joy, the long stoic look gone. he was at his happiest with you right now. He looked down at you, smiles adorning both of your faces. You two were happy. Happy with the moment, you just wanted it to last as long as it could. Well you two looked into each other’s eyes everything else lost meaning.

Without you two realizing, Phil watched above from one of the windows. He was smiling fondly at the little snowball war you just had. whether Techno had realized it yet or not, Phil did. Techno cared for you. Phil saw how he looked at you. During dinners, Lunches, casual talks, or even when the two of you hung out together. Techno looked at you with pure love and adoration. Phil knew if anyone was capable of wining Techno’s love it was going to be you. You were a hard worker, You cared for Techno’s brothers, got along well with all the servants, were mindful and respective of Techno's space, you also had enough spunk to rise up and toss back the teasing he threw. Phil knew this was the beginning of a love story.

After your snowball fight with techno the two of you did end up going back inside rather quickly. Well Techno may have not been cold, you were definitely cold after all that. You could feel the snow melting on your back, the drops of water running down your skin. But that didn't stop Techno from walking beside you. The two of you walked side by side, your arms around each other to share the warmth. The lingering giggles were etched onto your faces in wide smiles.

“I didn't hurt you at all, right?” Techno asked, double checking incase he was too rough. You shook your head smiling. Drawing your side of the blanket- that was wrapped around you both- closer to preserve the upcoming heat.

“Nah, I coulda’ have taken ya’ if you had stayed above me more” Techno laughed fondly. Amused with your spurt of spunk.

“Oh really now? You think you could take me?” This was now your turn to giggle. purposefully running into his side, shoving him lightly.

“Mmn.. I think I could have found a way” You said looking up towards your room. You had offered to walk techno to his room, but he declined. He said he would feel better if ‘The lady was at her room safely’. You didn't mind, you figured next time you would walk him to his room in turn to make it even, maybe fire back with ‘I must make sure the young prince is safe’.

He chuckled bemused. “If you really have that much spunk maybe I should teach you sword play, or maybe something more military related. you tilted your head up to him curiously.

“You would teach me something?” You asked, semi surprised, but also heart warmed that he would take time aside for you.

“Of course, Princess. I’ll teach you anything you want” He looked down to you as he spoke. He was smiling gently. His tone was fond as he addressed you. “Now don't think I’ll go easy on you though”

“Oh, I didn't think you would” You said, resting your hand on the door handle, opening it. “Would you wanna come in and warm up a bit?” You inquired, looking up to him. He went a faint pink before biting back a shit eating grin.

“Princess... Young men shouldn't be within young ladies chambers during such late hours... Unless, your trying to bed me?” He leaned on your door way. Biting back the largest grin. “Are you trying to bed me, Princess? I knew you had gotten some spunk but I never thought-” You laughed as he teased, going a bit red. trying to wave it off.

“No- No, you know what I mean-” He laughed and cut you off.

“Oh no, I know exactly what you mean” You smiled leaning on your door, looking up at him.

“Are you done?” You asked giggling. He hummed, his face towards yours as he shifted a little closer.

“Maybe” He said amused. “Go get some sleep, and warm up. I'm going to teach you sword play tomorrow” Your eyes lit up. Taking in a small gasp of excitement.

“Are you really?” You asked almost unsure that he was still teasing.

“I mean, Only if that interests you...” He said, his eyes lingering yours. You nodded fast and hugged him without much thought. Techno couldn't help the blood that ran to his face. He lightly cleared his throat as he rested his arms on you. A bit hesitant at first, but he slowly relaxed into your hold. Now understanding why Tommy liked to hug you a lot.

“Thank you...” You mumbled into his chest.

You swore if techno knocked you off your feet one more time you were going to find a way to shove his pretty head in the snow.

Techno was a monster- in the sense of strength. You thought when fighting him, it would be a mutual teaching before he actually started going ham on you. But no, he literary just started striking with no hesitation. Only when he had your swords in a lock did you voice your lag.

"Tech, please can we ease up?" You pleadded. He only watched you briefly. His inner General having come out a while ago.

"Your strong. You can take it" he said sharply. Earning a whine from you. You weren't strong. You didn't do this on a daily. You only made the swords. But he was pushing you. Pushing your strength, and your nerves for one.

"Techno I'm not strong, I- I've never done this-" he grabbed your sword and threw it away from you. Putting his own away. He grabbed your arm and pulled it to him. Pushing your sleeves up.

"Flex your arm." He commanded. You hesitated, looking up at him. "Don't look at me like that. I said flex your arm" you slowly did as he said. Drawing your fist, and flexing your arm. He grabbed your bicep and squeezed a bit. "Notice how hard it is?" You nodded slowly. A slight sting from where he squeezed. "That's pure muscle. You are stronger than you realize. If you convince yourself that you are weak or that you cannot do this, then that's what will become of you" he paused his eyes flashing to yours. "I understand that you are no warrior, but you have strength. As soon as you stop telling yourself that you are weak, you will make progress." He pulled your sleeve down, fixing it for you. "Rome wasn't built over night, Princess. It took time, planning, care, and had to show promise. When I look at you, I see great promise."

When he released your arm you walked over to pick your sword up. Techno readying his stance again. However, before you could break into another spar Phil had wondered out.

"Ay' Techno you have a letter on your desk. You may want to read it" Phil said with a bit of concern. Techno dropped his stance his brow furrowing. He gave a 'Heh?' In confusion. He glanced to you and to Phil.

“Can it wait a bit? I'm in the middle of teaching” Phil shook his head slowly. Techno paused as he thought a bit. "If I go, could you teach (y/n) a bit more? She feel's I'm too strong for her." He mused. His military side slowly fading away for his more domestic side.

"I suppose so." Phil said with a gentle smile. Techno gathered his things and ruffled your hair before leaving. Phil turned his attention towards you. "What has he showed you?" Phil inquired, walking over to you.

"Nothing besides showing me the ground.. seriously my back hurts.." you whined. Phil chuckled lightly at you.

"I should have known. Here I'll teach you some basic's" Before long Phil had you doing simple moves and stances. Things he felt would be easy for you to ace. After a while you got a bit curious.

"Why does techno think I can pick this up so easy? He fights so hard" You questioned. Looking over to Phil. He hummed a moment well he pondered.

"I uh, think that he just wants you to be able to defend yourself. He knows your strong, and besides. He thinks pretty highly of you, y'know'" you went a bit wide eyed. Techno thinks highly of you?

You looked to Phil with a bit of shock on your face. "He does?" He nodded, Smiling gently. Phil gently took the sword from your hands and hung it on the wall with the others.

Since you within the training hall, there was a plethora of weapons and armor of all kinds. The room was large, made for incasing many people. But the detail never faltered. The floor was of stone, pillars lining the outside to support a second floor. The ceiling was framed with gold, dark oak and a smooth white to open the room up more. It was a good place to spar and just ramble off thoughts.

"Oh, of course. He's said it multiple times to me. That's why he was fine with you coming with us to the mansion. Don't think that he hasn't been paying attention to you on the daily." Phil said looking up to you.

"He watches me?" You furrowed your brow slightly. Phil saw and continued.

"Not in the creepy way. He just takes notes of things you do, say you like, ect. He knows your kind with tommy, that you are very organized with your work. Your very detail oriented. He's become quite smitten with you" Phil chuckled. Finding it all amusing.

You were taken aback by this. You thought you two had a good friendship, but it looks like he's paid a lot of attention to you after all. It started to dawn on you. 'I don't really know much about him' you thought to yourself. Sure you knew his mom passed, his favorite color. But you never really dove into his personal life much beyond that. Maybe it was time you got to know him more. "If I wanted to know more about him... could I ask him?" You asked, looking up at Phil. He patted your head and started walking with you towards the hall.

"Of course. Something tells me he wouldn't turn you away." Phil said, biting a smile back. He remembered you two last night playing within the snow. He knew Techno would never turn you away, he was in love with you, even if techno wasn't aware of it.

After dinner you wondered towards Techno's office. You wanted to talk to him, get to know him better. You know he was powerful and kind, but you wanted to know more. What was his ambitions? His hopes, fears. You just wanted more.

When you walked up to the doors you carefully knocked, hearing talking within. When you herd the 'come in' you pushed the doors open. Techno was sat in his chair per usual, he had his reading glasses on with papers on his desk. When you entered he complied them together neatly. Setting them aside for later. However there was also a rather tall woman. she was beautiful, dripping with total control. Her hand was rested on her sword. When she turned to face you. You saw Her face, It was hard but something told you their was more too her. Her skin looked like it was kissed by the sun himself. She looked like she wasn't from here, but the way she dressed herself in armor told you elsewise.

"Hello (y/n)" techno said. The woman glanced to Techno and back to you. She offered a kind smile. "This is General Hawthorne, she's my leading General of the Empires army. I don't believe you two have met before" He said formally. Not having the tone he normally used with you.

She offered her hand. "Its nice to finally meet you (y/n). His Imperial Majesty said we would have a new Blacksmith. But I never expected someone as young as you" Her smile was warm. When you took her hand to shake it you were shocked with the grip she had. Under her glove you could feel some rings digging into your hand. "Don't worry about addressing me as Hawthorne. Seraphina is fine, or Sarah" you nodded smiling to return hers. Wanting her to drop your hand, her grip a tad to much.

"Its a pleasure to meet you, too" you said looking up to her. She turned back to Techno, taking a scroll from his desk.

"I'll see you there then sire" Sarah said, smiling before she walked out. You watched her go, your eyes lingering on the door as you thought. Turning back to Techno.

Techno took his reading glasses off and set them aside on his desk. Leaning back in his chair. When he looked up at you his eyes softened, his tone also becoming casual. "What do you think about weddings?".

@goldensunshineshit @snobunns @olyink @lolitsellieletsgobro @jackalopedoodles @angelic-scent @coolleviauchihadreamerlove @artsimatsu @justabalroginthenet @seme1e @fangirl570 @sweeetteaa @awlawdtheycoming @idkwhatusernametohave @sugarandspicebutnonice @bambibunz @lynnarts @buzzybeebee @feathersthewinged @prefesro

#technoblade x reader #technoblade x you #techno x reader #techno x you #TE

478 notes · View notes

khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

Text

A Missing Scene from the City of Glass Epilogue

“What is it with you and rooftops?”

Jace turned around to see Alec climbing up. He held out a hand. Alec grabbed it and perched himself next to Jace.

“It’s the aesthetic,” Jace replied. “Ideal for brooding.”

“Well, next time you feel like brooding, remember that looking out of the car window works just as fine.”

“I don’t have a car,” Jace replied. “Is Magnus going to summon me one?”

“Back off. He is my warlock.”

Even though he was committed to his brooding, Jace couldn’t help but smile a little.

“Is there a particular reason for this brooding?” Alec asked. “Or is this just general teenage angst?”

Jace picked up the little box Amatis had given him a while ago.

“This belonged to Stephen Herondale,” Jace said. “I don’t know if I should open it.”

Alec snapped the box open. “There. Problem solved.”

A bark of unexpected laughter escaped him. “Thanks.”

Jace picked up a photograph. He wasn’t sure what he had expected but it wasn’t this. Stephen Herondale looked achingly normal.

“He is handsome,” Alec pointed out.

"Back off. He is my dad.”

Alec chuckled. “Are those letters?”

Jace picked one up. The handwriting was beautiful. He put it back and snapped the box shut and put it away.

“What happened?” Alec asked.

“It’s too much,” Jace said.

“Jace-”

“What if he is just going to be another disappointment?” Jace demanded.

“He can’t be more disappointing than Valentine,” Alec pointed out.

He knew Alec was trying to lighten the mood. But Jace didn’t find that funny.

“I just wanna go back to New York,” Jace said. “Idris is giving me an identity crisis.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Alec sighed.

Jace looked surprised.

“Things don’t make sense here. Not anymore,” Alec said. “I feel like…Everything about Idris is off axis. It’s like our world is titled and no one seems to care. They are just so used to walk around like this. No one wants to fix it.”

You do, Jace thought. I can see you want to.

“Besides, I’m gay,” Alec shrugged. “Idris had always given me an identity crisis.”

Jace looked at him then and Alec narrowed his eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Alec asked.

“That’s the first time you said it,” Jace smiled.

Alec looked taken aback. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.”

“Do you want to shout it from the rooftop?” Jace nudged him on the elbow. “Tell the whole world?”

“No thanks,” Alec chuckled. “I already kissed Magnus in the Accords Hall. I’m pretty sure the whole world knows by now.”

“Do you…Do you regret it?”

“No,” Alec replied.

There was no hesitation. Not at all. Jace wondered what it would feel like to love like that – without hesitation.

When Jace was quiet, the other boy looked at him. His eyes were focused, sure and steady. Everything Jace had always associated with him.

“I don’t regret it,” Alec said, and his eyes flicked towards the box. “I only regret not doing it earlier.”

Jace’s heart softened. He scooted closer to Alec.

“I think he knew,” Jace pointed out. “Max was a smart kid. And you were not subtle.”

Alec rolled his eyes.

“It’s always gonna be something I regret,” Alec said quietly. “I just don’t want you to have any.”

“You think I don’t have regrets?” Jace scoffed.

“I don’t want you to have them anymore,” Alec corrected. “So, if there is something you want to say, then say it. If there is something you want to do, just do it.”

Jace smiled. “That’s very bad advice.”

Alec shrugged.

He knew what Alec meant.

He should just open the damn box. He should talk to Clary. He should kiss her. Thank her. Love her.

He should start living – for himself and for her.

“I know what you mean,” Jace replied. “It’s just that…I’m..”

He was scared.

It felt ridiculous that he couldn’t even admit it out loud – not even to Alec.

It terrified even more to realize that even after watching Valentine’s body burn, he still was haunted by everything the man had taught him.

Show no weakness. Show no fear. Show no vulnerability.

“Do you remember the day you first came to New York?” Alec asked suddenly. “Do you know what my first thought was when I saw you in the habor?”

“Damn, he cute?”

Alec punched hm. “Fuck off.”

“Oh my god, you totally did,” Jace giggled.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Alec rolled his eyes. “I never got to see many other boys.”

“Meh,” Jace shrugged. “You still thought I cute.”

“I thought you were amazing,” Alec corrected. “I looked at you and thought ‘there is a boy who isn’t afraid of anything’.”

“If I remember correctly, that was the most terrifying day of my life.”

“Could have fooled me,” Alec shrugged. “My point is…You don’t have to do that anymore. You are allowed to be afraid. You are allowed to cry. You are allowed to get hurt.”

Alec gently picked up the box and laid it in Jace’s hands.

“So, whatever you think is gonna happen when you open this box and read those letters, let it happen. Don’t be afraid of it.”

“What if I read it and then I feel-”

“Whatever is in there, it doesn’t define you. It might make you feel different about yourself. But it’s not going to change who you are.”

Jace bit his lip, flipping the box around in his hands.

“Clary is not my sister. Jocelyn is not my mother. Valentine’s not my dad. Hodge is not my friend,” Jace muttered quietly. “Everyone else is changing.”

“Not everyone,” Alec shook his head. “I’m still your parabatai.”

Jace gave him a small smile. “Aught but death part thee and me, right?”

“Sounds ominous, but yes,” Alec smiled back. “Aught but death part thee and me.”

Jace might not have been so lucky with parents, but knew he had hit the jackpot when it came to parabatai.

Alec had always been there. And Jace knew he always will.

Despite all the disappointments and betrayals and heartbreaks, Alec had been his constant.

Despite being in a city full of shadowhunters, Jace realized that perhaps Alec was the only one he ever looked up to. The only one he trusted.

Alec was the only one who cared - not just about Jace, but about everyone and everything else.

“You would make a great Consul,” Jace said randomly.

Alec had told him to speak his mind after all.

His parabatai looked startled but then shrugged. “I can’t pull off those robes.”

“We’ll find you a nice raggedy sweater,” Jace smiled.

Alec laughed and fondly shook his head as they both stared into the horizon.

Show no weakness. Show no fear. Show no vulnerability.

He let the words float away with the wind, just like Valentine’s ashes had that morning.

You are allowed to be afraid. You are allowed to cry. You are allowed to get hurt.

Jace laid his head on Alec’s shoulder.

“Will you stay here with me?” he asked. “While I read these?”

“Whither thou lodgest, I will lodge,” Alec squeezed Jace’s hand. “That includes rooftops.”

#not me reusing my old edits dkjfksdf #jace and alec #jace herondale #alec lightwood #tmi #dani writes stuff

336 notes · View notes

mrpenguinpants · 3 years

Text

Albedo HCs: Coming Home [Christmas Celebration 🎉]

For the Christmas Celebration Requests, please read this [we have 2 more days but I’ll possibly extend the deadline to Jan 10. I’m tackling all the Mondstadt rq first before moving onto Liyue]

---

Ohhh, I love idea a lot (might have gone overboard anon haha). No worries about being specific, I love getting specific requests. I just finished a super depressing fic and I’m back at it again. Though I will do my best to make this one happy because that Mona fic hurt me. But I’m glad to hear you love my writing haha 💕💕

I also know nothing about Albedo and have never written this man in my life but I’m going to ignore everything because these are happy hours. I love his man so much so this is some self-indulgent stuff (if you couldn’t tell from the word count) istg hcs have turned into fics just without the dialogue. I took many liberties lol what the hell is formatting?

Also, shoutout to @asheseiler A beautiful human being that started chatting with me because we both love Childe haha. But seriously, I appreciate you 💕💕💕

---

[taglist] <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

@hanniejji @mikeysbike @unionwitch @musekala @twistedsunnshiii @stanzastic @akaasea @xoneaboveallx @adoring-ghost @asheseiler @childelover

---

Albedo HCs: Coming Home

As you finally reached the hill top by the Stone Gate, you could just make out the stone walls of the City of Freedom in Mondstadt. You were almost there and the butterfly’s racing through your stomach only seemed to fly faster. You had been on a long trip away by travelling between Liyue and Inazuma. From practicing your alchemy to finding new secrets, it had been awhile since you last saw Mondstadt. While it had been fun going from place to place and seeing all the new arts and techniques, you couldn’t stop the feeling of loneliness of not having an occasionally smug but talented ash blond companion at your side.

You hadn’t seen Albedo since Master Rhinedottir had left and sent Albedo to Mondstadt with a letter of recommendation. You travelled with him to the City of Freedom but you only stayed for a few nights before you departed to Liyue. Your master had different plans for you and you didn’t know how long your own journey would take but you both promised to stay in touch through letters.

He was now acting as the Chief Alchemist and Captain of the Investigation Team of the Knights of Favonius. He managed to get a lab from Alice and he even had an assistant named Sucrose. He sent over some sketches for you and even if the bottom half of “Sucrose” was just a stick figure, you were happy that he wasn’t alone and cooped up in his lab all the time. You were, however, worried about these “Klee disasters” but happy that he still had the energy to write to you. At first it was hard, you found yourself talking to the air as if Albedo was still there but even after all these years, you couldn’t help but miss him. The occasional letter you received did help to lighten the mood however and you always made sure to store them carefully.

It seemed that your dapping mood was noticeable because even the ever stoic Zhongli asked if you were okay. He was nice and easy to talk to, even if he had a problem with Mora that you sometimes had to bail him out off, but you trusted him so you explained to him your growing loneliness. Which he simply replied that if you missed someone, you should go see them.

So here you are right outside the gates. The knights at the front were nice enough and let you through with ease once they checked that you didn’t have anything destructive. Now the hard part was actually finding Albedo. The knights had mentioned that despite being a highly respectable alchemist and one of the Captains, no one really knew where he was most of the time. Originally, you were thinking of planning some sort of surprise, even had made an entire game plan, but now that you were here. You just wanted to tackle the man, pride be damned.

You began to wander around the city, in comparison to Liyue it was quite small but so much more lively and warm. Christmas was right around the corner so everyone was rushing around hanging up lights and finding presents but it was nice. Everyone seemed to know each other and unlike Liyue, you didn’t need to be afraid if the walls were listening. You looked around for a man with bright teal eyes and ashy light blond hair, even asking around, but no luck. No one seemed to know where he was and if he was even in Mondstadt right now. You were beginning to loose hope and that your trip might have been in vain when you felt a small tap on your shoulder and-

Sweet jesus, what the fuck?

You were almost jealous at how good he looked now. He was always handsome when you were both younger but now it felt like cupid decided to descend from the heavens, laugh at you, then riddled you full of arrows. Was your pulse working? Brain still computing? You knew you had a small crush on Albedo when you were younger- who were you kidding, you were in love with this man since he helped you create cecilia flowers from a dead denro slime - but this was just unfair!

“Albedo! I was looking around everywhere for you. This place is actually a lot bigger than it se-”

“You’re back.”

Albedo was surprised to see that it was really you. He only caught a small glimpse of your profile but he knew it was you. He almost suspected that his vision was tricking him or that he might have accidently set one of his sketches of you to life but you were here. Albedo has always treated friendships with a constant degree of distance, always working or traveling to gathering materials to avoid social interactions even if it wasn’t intentional. He also had no memory of any family, only adventuring deep within the domains with his master and you. But when his Master left with one assignment left for him he couldn’t help but feel a bit hollow, but you were always there to lift his spirits up even if on the outside he didn’t appear upset.

But then you had left and gone on your own journey.

“Hm? Oh, sorry I didn’t mention it in my last letter. It was a bit of an impulse trip. But I’m not intruding in on anything right? You’re happy to see me...right?”

“You’re here.”

At first he was alright with it, even encouraged you to set off to Liyue since it was the closest. Promising that you would both keep in touch even if he found relationships a taxing cycle. But when a few months had passed and it began to settle in that you weren’t anywhere near him. That he couldn’t talk to you about new discoveries, that he couldn’t hear you voice anymore, that he had even forgotten how to sketch you. It felt...weird. He knew what he was feeling was loneliness, he wasn’t deluded or naïve, but even when he had Sucrose or Timaeus it wasn’t the same. But now you were here. He could see you and how the lines in his sketchbook were wrong whenever he attempted to re-create you. He could feel your warmth that sketches he brought to life couldn’t do. He could feel your presence and how it slowly but surely filled the void in him until it was bursting at the seams.

“Albedo? Are you alright?”

“You’re here.”

You were almost afraid that the holidays had broke Albedo. You knew he would sometimes get too deep in thought and wouldn’t register his surrounding but it was just you two. With the sun slowly going down, the snowflakes dancing around you both, and the Christmas light reflecting off his unique blue eyes. You took a slow blinked at him. Once. Twice. The same way you would when you were studying something, trying to unveil its secrets. Before sighing amusingly and opening up your arms to him. He was still the same.

“I’m here.”

The final assignment Albedo received was too hard, too complicated, far beyond his own limits and he was worried that if he never completed it, would he ever see his teacher again? When you took your first step outside the walls of the city, waving back to him as you set off on your journey, he couldn’t help but feel that like his teacher, you were leaving him too. But when you looked at him with those warm but understanding eyes, opened your arms to him, he let go and stepped into your embrace. He was sure he was borderline crushing your frame but you hugged him back just as tightly.

“My apologies. I got overwhelmed. Come with me, let’s get out of the cold first.”

You tried to hold it in but you laughed at his statement. He didn’t seem to mind as you felt him smile into your neck. Even with those words he hadn’t let go or slackened his grip in the slightest. So you both stayed there outside in the cold, the christmas lights reflected off snow, the sounds of laughter and singing playing in the background as you both embraced each other.

I’m home

You’re home

---

Although Albedo was happy to see you again, he was wondering why out of all the years you had been away, all the other holidays you had missed, you decided to come to Mondstadt today. You were at his lab and marveling at all his new devices when he popped the question. You flushed a bit but quickly brushed it off, saying that after all the letters he sent you were finally curious as to what Mondstadt was like and the people he met. Plus, Liyue and Inazuma didn’t celebrate Christmas as much as Mondstadt so it would be nice to finally celebrate the holiday again.

He simply smiled smugly and nodded along before you eventually caved, because that look could steal your heart away, and revealed that honestly, you just really missed him and wanted to spend Christmas together. There wasn’t anything wrong with that was there? So what if you missed him? It was natural. It wasn’t like you were wondering what he was doing on slow days in Liyue. It wasn’t like you we-

“You can stop laughing at me. I know you’re doing it even if I can’t hear it Albedo.”

“I’m sorry you must be mistaken. Perhaps your observational skills have rusted?”

You huffed at him before turning your attention to a small but worn sketching book. It was different from the ones he had showed you and much smaller compared to the ripped out sketches he sent you. Albedo noticed your curiosity and almost flushed before striding over and showing you what was inside. It was either he do it now or you would constantly eye ball it until he finally let you see what was inside.

He took out the old sketchbook and flipped all the way to the first page. They had been sketches of you. When it had just been you, Albedo, and your teacher he would often ask to draw you but he never showed you the finished product. What was surprising was they were all full sketches. No simple lines or unfinished colours. His interest in things, especially when he draws, were fleeting leading him to always create unfinished or basic lines.

“Wow, was this your first sketchbook? Did you draw anything else? Oh, like your assistant perhaps?”

“No. I only drew one thing here. It’s been sitting here ever since but I tend to make sure it’s in good condition. Should I ever need to draw in it again.”

Albedo almost reached for his pencil to sketch your smug but bright smile. But set his hand down. While he wants to capture moments so they remain forever with him, he felt that perhaps, it would be nice to live in them. Just for a moment.

---

I never write at the bottom of my fics but I wrote too much at the start haha (plus tagging my screaming doesn’t work anymore). Not gonna lie, this was going to be different and you and Albedo would have role reversed AND I WAS GOING TO WRITE MONA IN but that didn’t happen. I made it so disgustingly sappy at the end that I want to throw up but when do I not?

But I kind of like this version more. He’s super out of character but I don’t care and you’re gonna have to take this hcs out of my COLD DEAD HANDS. But I hope you enjoyed this and I’m using this as my Albedo catalyst so come home elevator boy. (cough celebration hcs are still open if you wanna feed me 👀 this )

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin albedo #genshin impact albedo #genshin impact albedo x reader #albedo x reader #albedo x lumine #albedo x aether #albedo #albedo headcanons #albedo imagines

658 notes · View notes

selfetishizing · 3 years

Text

the star of my summer nights

August 12, 1:43 AM

A night of drinking for Ash’s birthday. Only one of them comes home drunk.

“You’ve gotta duck, babe,” he coos, and it kind of reverbs in a kaleidoscopic rain of words, making Eiji’s mind twirl in a cyclone of two-hundred kilometers per hour. Eiji groans at the throbbing in his head, made more severe by the soft pet-name bestowed to him by this suspiciously too-kind stranger.

“Y’got no business callin’ me ‘at,” Eiji slurs brattily, though following his instructions as obedient as a lapdog. He rests his chin in the space between his neck and shoulder, feeling flaxen wisps tickle his cheek. His citronnade hair glows as he carefully steps into his house, flicking the lights on.

“If not ‘babe,’ what d’you prefer? Buttercup? Bunny?” Eiji’s heart sinks and he lets out this frustrated, whinnied noise from the exhale of his nostrils. His voice has this kind of playfulness to it and it makes Eiji hotter than he already is, melting right onto his back like molten wax. “I know for a fact you love that one.”

“Eiji. E-I-J-I. That’s my name! Given t’me by my mother on a sunny day in Izumo!” Eiji whines, childishly untangling himself from him. The guy’s got quick reflexes, quickly sliding the door shut and pressing Eiji back against it before he could fall back and split his cranium open like a watermelon. “Lemme go! I can walk! I can—”

He only presses harder against him, making sure that Eiji feels the ridges of his shoulder blades against his chest and the small of his back on his pelvis. Somehow, this gesture’s got him absolutely winded, deflating all of the air in his lungs and promptly making him shut up for a second to take the situation in. He’s currently got this handsome foreigner in his home. Has Eiji against the door, vulnerable and powerless. It didn’t help that everything was spinning in counterclockwise circles, making every viable route to safety unclear.

Oh.

He smells so nice, like freshly brewed lapsing tea. Like what a fireplace feels like after trudging in a blizzard. Snug. Homey.

He likes it.

It stirs something in him, titillates him in a complete sensory overload that he feels like he could explode.

“You have a very beautiful name, Eiji,” he tells him suddenly, and Eiji has no choice, zilch, but to stop and reconsider his tactics. “Your mother must’ve loved you very much to give you such a meaningful name.” Eiji cocks his head to the side, taking in his profile and blinking as if it’d make his vision sharper.

His heart races, the man’s voice suddenly doesn’t sound so ear-splitting. It thumps right there in his breast and he’s scared to death that the man can feel just what he’s doing to him, condensing him into a vat of mandarine marmalade. Eiji wonders what’s going on in his meandering mind and sort-of, kind-of wants to eat up every one of his words and follow its winding path down to madness. He knows just what to say, how to say it. Knows the right inflection to get Eiji’s mouth to dry, get him weak at the knees.

“I’m tired,” Eiji whispers, surrendering himself to the currents. “Take me to my room. Take me to my room upstairs and leave right away.”

“Yeah. Of course,” he says. “Anything for you.”

He trudges up in slow careful steps. The wooden steps creak under their weight and Eiji feels like he’s lived that sound time and time again with someone he can’t seem to remember right now. Racing up and down. Sitting there as they blow on their morning coffee. Being pressed against the railing, kissed and tasted when they were both too impatient to make it upstairs. Eiji closes his eyes to dive back into those memories to search for a face to match the hole in the portrait of his every day.

The man staggers into his room and fumbles for the light switch before bee-lining to the bed to rest him down. Eiji unlinks from him a little reluctantly, scooting back to the far side of the bed away from upon realization that he misses the warmth radiating from his body.

“Thanks.”

“My pleasure,” he coos from the other edge of the mattress, promptly shrugging his hoodie off and tossing it to the ground.

Eiji purses his lips and looks out the window at the deep violet crepuscule, yearning for something he knows he shouldn’t have.

“You should.... You should probably go now,” Eiji tells him unsteadily, voice absent of any conviction.

The man crawls over to him, peridot eyes obscured by his threadlike hair and all of the alarms in Eiji’s head goes off at once. Even so, he lets it all unfold; lets him be close to him just for a second as if to test the waters. Eiji holds his breath until he’s blue, examining his eyes for a motive. He’s got him so entranced that it takes a minute for Eiji to realize he’s laying next to him, facing him, holding his hand.

“I’ve got a boyfriend."

“A boyfriend,” he echoes back with a hint of amusement, like the very thought of him with a significant other is nothing short of risible.

“Yes! And he won’t like it if he sees you here!”

“He’s… Right here?”

“You dope. Weirdo! My boyfriend’s nothin’ like you!” To be honest, Eiji can’t really remember what he looks like right now, but he feels it strongly there in his heart. Remembers the space between his fingers. The pink scars that mar his ivory skin. The shape of his lips. “I love him very much!”

“Uh?” Eiji can see him blinking his eyes in disbelief. He’s making fun of me. “Er, I mean, pfffft. What’s so lovable about this guy, anyways? Can’t be better than me.”

Eiji furrows his brows and pouts, screwing his eyes shut to immerse himself in sensations of his beloved. “He’s smart and funny and the prettiest person, like, ever.”

“Is he prettier?” asks the man with hilarity, propping his head up on an elbow.

No comment.

“He makes the best omelets, and he reads me to bed— even when he’s tired! Gives me the best shoulder rubs! Lends me his jacket when I’m shivering outside so I don’t catch a cold ‘cause that’s just the kind of person he is!”

“Yeah?”

“He’s scared of pumpkins ‘n natto, but that don’t change that he’s kind ‘n sweet ‘n caring! I love him, more than anyone! More than myself!”

“This guy sounds like a real looney if you ask me,” he chuckles.

“He’s… My bestest friend in the whole world. He’s—” But before Eiji can blather more about his significant other, the man hovers over him and captures him mid-sentence; coaxes him into a kiss before he can make a bigger fool out of himself. Eiji squeaks out in bewilderment, offended that this man had rudely cut him off as he was loudly professing his affection for the entire neighborhood to hear.

He kisses him kind, kisses him sweet, kisses him caring; strokes him with lava-dipped fingertips on the curve of his hip and further up, careful to not overstep the border between simple lip-locking and slightly-more-than-lip-locking.

Eiji’s only ever been in bloom when he’s with him. They fit together like needle to threadbare, making floral embroideries with every press of their peony lips. He traces vines and leaves onto Eiji with every caress of his finger on his cheek, his neck, his shoulders. The way he’s sprouting flowers onto his forehead finally gives Eiji a moment of clarity.

“He’s... me,” Ash whispers.

Everything finally clicks into place.

“You’re you.”

“Mm-hmm. And you’re sweet.” Ash taps his nose.

“Where did you go?”

“Was always here.”

Exhausted and waiting out the last dregs of his intoxication, he pulls Ash’s head into his chest and cradles him, breathes him in.

“Then stay the night.”

“Kinda planned on it.”

#my writing #ash lynx #eiji okumura #asheiji #banana fish #this is in case i don't finish my fic for ash's bday lol #this is an old chapter from my ficlet collection #deleted because the ending was ooc but edited for tumblr #if you've read this before #no you haven't skjdfbkjabf #fic

86 notes · View notes

everwitch-magiks · 3 years

Text

RWRB Fics Roundup

Hey y’all! Once upon a time I had the ambition to post links on here to all the fics and new chapters that I publish on AO3, and I think it’s safe to say that I’ve been an absolute disaster at that over the summer. In my defense I’ve just had so much to write, but that’s not much of a defense seeing as it doesn’t take ages to chuck a link on here. Anyhow. Bottom line is, I’ve severely neglected it, and it’s gotten to a point where I’m just gonna make a post with links to everything I’ve written since June (ish) for you to peruse, so you can see if there’s one that you didn’t catch wind of that catches your eye now. Neat, huh?

So, without further ado, the links! The fics! Let’s go.

Completed works

Love At First Bark General Audiences, AU, tooth-rotting fluff. 3K. “I still don’t know your name, do I?” Henry watches Alex where he’s crouched down in front of David and gently scratching David below his chin. David absolutely loves Alex. Henry can relate. “It’s David,” Henry supplies. “Cool,” Alex says. “And what’s the dog’s name?” Henry blinks at him. “... David?” “What?” Alex exclaims. He looks from David to Henry and then back at David again. “Wow, okay, that is a choice.” Henry wants to sink through the earth and never come back up again.

Shameless Explicit, AU, Henry has a reputation. 14K. Henry has a lot of sex. A lot. He's young and in college and there is no shortage of men to fall in bed with. What better time to explore what he likes and what he fucking loves, as well as to catalogue how to make his many, many partners feel as good as possible? It’s all part of the learning experience. And Henry is a very dedicated student.

Alex has been inescapably aware of Henry ever since that one time they kissed. You don’t just stop being aware of the guy who basically caused your sexuality. So when Henry propositions Alex at a lame frat party, Alex accepts eagerly. Maybe this is exactly what he needs. Maybe, if he can just have Henry once, he’ll have a better chance of finally getting over his embarrassing fixation with Henry. It's worth a try.

When The Time Is Right Part four of my sex club series. Explicit, AU, dom Henry and sub Alex. 16K. “Maybe I could challenge you more,” Henry suggests, his eyes carefully trained on Alex. “And hold you accountable for longer. How does that sound?” “That sounds fucking amazing,” Alex tells him, the words coming out in a rush. “Yes. That. Please.” “Alright, then.” Henry offers him a sly grin. “Alex, love. You just gave me a wonderful idea.” It’s really something, how quickly Alex’s heartbeat picks up. “Oh? Do tell.” Henry’s grin widens. He looks alarmingly pleased with himself. “How would you feel about a staycation?”

When Alex asks Henry for something a little more intense in the bedroom, they end up taking more than just their sex life to the next level.

Out For A Bite Explicit, AU, suspense and supernatural elements. 3K. Henry's eyes fly up, zeroing in on the reflection in the mirror. There, behind him. The man from the bar. He looks different in the fluorescent bathroom lights. Sharper. There’s a look in his eyes that has Henry shivering all over again. It's greedy. Hungry.

He’s staring right at Henry.

Henry's throat feels dry. His heart beats madly. He's heard whispers of this place, and more importantly of its patrons. He thinks he knows what this man is.

ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn’t have fallen in love with) Explicit, AU, Alex and Henry in DIY Punk & mainstream pop punk, respectively. 34K. Teenage music sensation Kensington have taken the world by storm. With their cool leather jackets and wickedly distorted guitars, they're a pop duo that packs a punch. Or at least they sound like one—their lyrics unfortunately lack any semblance of depth. Alex can't fucking stand Kensington. But thankfully, he doesn’t have to. He’s not likely to cross paths with those British pop losers during his final semester of high school in Texas. And even if he did, he'd never let some stupidly attractive blonde take his focus away from the goal that Alex has worked towards for years: winning the Austin Band Slam with his latino punk trio.

But when Henry comes crashing into Alex's life, with his intriguing piano pieces and piercing blue eyes and slow, purposeful kisses that make Alex burn with want, Alex finds that he might need to reevaluate his stance on both pop losers and distractions. Or maybe not. Maybe he’s better off keeping Henry at arm's length, since it's so painfully evident that Henry will never love him back.

Never Tell Me The Odds Teen and Up Audiences, canon verse, an outside perspective on First Prince as well as a story about a certain Star Wars mural. 2K. "Wait!" Alex yells up to the driver. "Stop! Stop the car!" Up close, it's beautiful. Two stories tall. He can’t imagine how somebody was able to put together something like this so fast.

Ash had never imagined that they'd get the chance to actually meet Alex Claremont-Diaz, and much less get the chance to tell Alex about how that very special Star Wars mural came to be. Although of course, Ash never would have met Alex if it hadn’t been for Farida. Farida and her bold courage, and her warm compassion, and her sometimes infuriating (but always endearing) stubbornness.

yrs. faithfully (with nowhere to go) Explicit, canon verse, a lazy morning in bed leads to something more. 3K. When Alex and Henry wake up together the day before their anniversary, they're genuinely planning on getting out of bed and spending the day as productive members or society. Truly, their intentions are honorable. But a trip down memory lane gets them reminiscing about that night exactly one year ago, when Alex had come running through the rain to deliver some choice words about obtuse fucking assholes.

As Alex and Henry start to relive the memory, they quickly realize that they both remember it intimately. So intimately that they might be able to pull off something of a do-over.

Gadgets and Gizmos A-Plenty A companion piece to dearest Hattie’s soulmate fic. Mature, AU, a look into Henry buying sex toys. Yes. That’s the fic. 2K. There’s a bunch of regulars that Amir knows by name (and, unavoidably, by kinks), but most often Playtime gets one-time visitors. Which makes sense, really. A lot of people don’t seem to want to step into the same adult toy shop twice. So Amir is always a little extra curious when there’s a repeat customer, especially one who is this attractive. And, interestingly, one who’s come back so soon.

The tall, classically handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes left Playtime no less than five hours ago after having purchased a medium-sized, fairly standard vibrator well suited for anal play. And now he’s back. Because apparently, he’s found he needed another vibrator.

If Sex Was A Sport We’d Be Winning Mature, AU, a classic Olympics hookup. 3K. It's remarkable, truly, that Alex didn't even want to be here. He only came all the way to Ariake because June was determined to watch a bunch of prissy ponies strut around to music. Still, perhaps the true Olympic experience lies in the wide variety of disciplines. Or, perhaps, it has something to do with chatting up a pretty blond behind the stables and getting him to show you the inside of an Olympic tack room. As Alex quickly takes to Henry’s sweet smiles and easy confidence, he realizes that just a few stolen moments with this man might turn into his most cherished memory from the Tokyo Olympics.

Alex knows better than to get attached, though. He and Henry live an ocean apart. There’s no way this quick fumble in the stable equivalent of a supply closet could ever lead to anything more. Right?

Talk Dirty To Me Explicit, AU, dom Henry and sub Alex. 9K. Henry studies Nora’s expression for a moment. There’s something about her favourable account of this guy she claims not to want to sleep with again that doesn’t add up. "But you're still not interested in taking him on?"

"He wants more than I'm willing to offer," Nora says frankly. Henry’s always liked this about her—how she doesn’t skirt around the hard facts. It's a part of what makes her so good at dominating. "But you know what? For you, he'd be kind of perfect."

Henry has been active in the local BDSM scene for years and there’s no shortage of men who’d love nothing more than to find themselves at his mercy. But Henry is on a break. He’s not looking for a new partner, but he’s also not expecting to become so intrigued by the man that Nora insists he should meet. Alex is a newcomer on the scene who doesn’t yet know exactly what he wants, much less with who. There’s no way that he could turn out to be exactly who Henry needs. Right?

Date night (please toy with me) Explicit, canon verse, a night out leads to some fun with a toy. 4K. This… this is new. They’ve talked about trying this, about what it’d be like to conceal some of their intimacy in plain sight, about what it would feel like to try and reclaim what is most private to them by flaunting it without anyone even knowing, by daring to take risks again. They’ve agreed that they’d still need to be careful, but they’ve also agreed that it would be interesting. That it would be fun.

And apparently, Henry thinks tonight is the night for it. “Do you trust me, love?”

“Yeah.” Alex swallows. He picks up the box, studying it for a moment. “Do you want… what do you want me to do?”

“I want you to go to the bathroom,” Henry says evenly, “You’ll find everything you need in the box. Then I want you to come back and sit down. Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah. Of course.” Alex taps the box, grinning in Henry’s direction. “I expect we’ll be leaving soon?”

Henry smiles slyly. “If you’re good, yes.”

Ongoing works

Hashtag Soulmates Mature, AU, Henry writes fanfiction. 23K and 7 chapters so far. Alex is perfect and handsome, the golden boy, everybody’s secret crush. So there is absolutely no way that he is the reader who screeches in caps lock every time that Henry posts as much as a drabble. There’s no way. Except Alex just closed his browser fast as fucking lightning, but not before Henry had gotten a good glimpse of the page Alex had open: AO3. ‘Don't Stop Me Now’, Henry’s current wip. The one that Henry literally just updated.

Sweet Jesus. Could it really be?

That... is all! It’s been a productive summer. I’m very excited to continue writing Hashtag Soulmates, and also to start working on a few upcoming First Prince fics that I’m planning on writing. Stay tuned for fics! ♡

#First prince #FirstPrince #red white and royal blue #rwrb #alex claremont-diaz #Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor #evie writes #fanfiction

71 notes · View notes