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lina-lovebug · 3 months

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I'd Fight The Devil

Alastor x fem! reader

Background: (Y/N) is the elder Morningstar, and wants to fix her relationship with her dad. But her dad hates her boyfriend.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 - Finale

Allusions to sex, actual sex, angel being angel, and cannibalism

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Angel spit out his drink, "You're with Alastor?!"

"Yeah, thoughts?"

"And prayers, girl," Angel could never imagine a sweet girl like (Y/N) getting it on with the Radio Demon himself.

But everyone has their kinks, he supposed.

Alastor manifested behind her, and she immediately felt his presence. Pressing herself against him, he leaned into her warmth and kept his arms around her shoulders.

"How was your day, mon amour?"

"It'll be even better," She trailed off, turning around to face him, "when we meet my dad for dinner."

Silence.

And not even radio silence.

"Not to be rash, but I'm sure your father would sooner see my head on a pike than on my body," Alastor adored the fact that she was mending their bond, even more so when Lucifer makes the effort.

But announcing their relationship to him?

He could see it ending in flames.

"I know you two don't get along, but I thought a nice dinner might smooth things over."

"And if he disapproves of us?" He lifted her head upwards with his finger, bemused as to what her answer may be.

"Then he'll have to get used to it," (Y/N) replied, sending a shiver of excitement up his spine.

Only a feeling that the she-devil he was utterly obsessed with could provide.

"Ugh, can you guys go fuck somewhere else?" Angel said, "or at all? I can't imagine going a lifetime without dick."

Alastors eye twitch, "now that's our business, isn't it?"

"Okay, okay," Charlie spoke up, "you guys go get ready."

Charlie couldn't help but notice the change in Alastor. It had only been a few months, but being in her sisters presence alone has made him kind. Sure, the both of them would skin someone alive over an insult, but Alastor would rip out his own eyes if (Y/N) asked.

A perfect match.

(Y/N) dawned a black dress with a pearl necklace that Alastor bought for her. Well, she thinks he bought it but he actually stole it off of a fresh kill.

How sweet.

"Pumpkin! Oh look at you! You're as radiant as ever!" Lucifer fawned over his daughter as they made it to the restaurant, making it a point to ignore the red demon behind her.

"Catching strays?" Lucifer gestured to him.

"Lovely to see you again," Alastor retorted.

"Dad, why don't we go inside? And Alastor will be joining us," now, Lucifer didn't forget what he said. He recognized that the fearsome deer demon had the intention of claiming Princess (Y/N) as his own, but did his daughter return such feelings?

Honestly, Lucifer feared that.

Not it being Alastor persay, but his little girls being hurt.

He knew how awful it felt to go through the divorce with Lilith, and then her disappearance.

He didn't ever want his daughters to feel that way.

"So, Alastor, what do you do again?"

"I have a radio broadcast. Your daughter has actually helped me repair the studio after the attack," He laid his land on hers.

And Lucifer picked up Alastors hand.

And placed it away from hers.

"Uh, dad-"

"Look, if you two are fucking, don't tell me."

"Dad!" Her face burned red, "we aren't-that's not. . .I love Alastor, and he loves me. I want you to accept us both."

"Love? Whoa, whoa, whoa! Pumpkin, I don't think-"

"I'm not a little kid," She interrupted, "I'm a grown woman, and I'm able to make my own decisions. I want to be with Alastor because I love him. You may not think I know what love is, but I know it's what I feel with Alastor."

That's when he saw it.

That look.

Whilst (Y/N) was defending herself, defending their love, Alastor looked at her. Only her. And it was like he was staring at the nebula itself, seeing all its beauty in the Heir of Hell. His smile faltered, closing his mouth, and his eyes softened.

It's the same look that he used to give Lilith.

"If I ever hear that you've made her cry, or even laid a single hand upon her," Lucifer stared him down, "I'll make you disappear."

"A man true to his word. Looks like we have something in common," Alastor agreed, his hand back on hers. She gave him a smile, one that reminded him of Lilith.

The rest of dinner went off without any incidents. The small jab here and there, but no one died, and no one was stabbed. Lucifer learned more about his daughters business and how she lit up talking about it.

"You hardly ate, Alastor. Is something wrong?" (Y/N) asked when her father went to the restroom.

"Oh no, my dear. Just hungry for something else, is all," His eyes raked up her form, earning a cough from the she-devil.

Honestly, she didn't know where he was on his spectrum. She was fine never even being intimate, so long as he was happy, but this spark in his eyes lit a fire within her.

"O-oh. . .are you sure?" Believe it or not, (Y/N) had only had sex twice and both times she'd call it lackluster.

"I don't want you to force yourself if you don't want to," oh how innocent she was. Honestly, Alastor assumed he was aroace before he met the she-devil. Her ferocity - her chaos in fights, her genuine kindness, and her soul - itself brought out that spark.

There are moments where the carnal desire needs to be satisfied.

"Mon cher, I'd never ask if I didn't mean it."

That look, it made her softly gasp.

"Alast-"

"Ew."

Right.

Lucifer.

He showed up from his restroom break and found the pair giving eachother "fuck me" eyes.

"Could I eat my dinner without you groping my child?" Lucifer hissed, despite Alastor only touching her hand.

He blinked, thinking how he's never even groped a woman.

"Maybe."

Sick bastard.

_ _ _ ☆ _ _ _

"Fuck! Alastor!"

(Y/N) had never cum before, so Alastor being her first to ever do so and smiling away at her quivering legs made it so much better.

"Oh fuck. . ." She moaned weakly, his tongue slithering in and out of her to lick up every last drop.

"Al. . ." She was breathless, staring at his strained member. Reaching up to unzip his pants, he tutted as he grabbed her wrist.

"Al?"

"It's about you. Don't worry about me, amour," He purred, kissing the bite marks on her thighs.

"But you-"

Before she could detest further, wishing to satisfy him, the door opened.

"Oh my God, they were right! Alastor, you sly dog," Angel Dust was at the door, and Alastor quickly covered his beloveds' body with the covers before his horns started to grow and his back stretched.

"I'm going to kill you."

"Not before you make love to me, you're not," still in his demonic form, (Y/N) blew a gust of wind to slam the door shut.

Her body displayed on the bed, Alastor agreed.

"And stay in that form. It suits you."

#alastor imagine #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x reader

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disneyprincemuke · 6 months

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midnights, 9 * mv1

max finds out you'd gone to the club with alexandra, making him wonder if it’s really over when pictures of you and another man leak

pairings: max verstappen x fem!reader

warnings:

notes: nah when i finish this, i WILL be milking the whole series because this is my only breakup outlet left like damN

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max could not stop thinking of you all day - all week, in fact. ever since a rumour had started going around that he's moving on with another woman, he could only have imagined what it's like for you to see that.

it sucks because he'd just been doing nelson piquet a favour - bringing kelly into the paddocks for a race under his pass. but nothing more ever went down between them.

he could only think of how your hands go cold at the rumour and heart absolutely shattering. he admits that he thought of sending you a text that night, but cowered away at the fear of your rejection for his explanation. maybe you no longer cared about what he's doing with his life.

he knows that because you unfollowed him on instagram and every other social media platform alike. you have even taken it upon yourself to unfollow his private account, his profile riddled with pictures and memories of the two of you together that he has not had the courage to delete just yet.

the only reason that he is aware of your sudden decision to distance yourself from him after the breakup is when he was confused about the notable lack of you on his timeline. when he checked, you were just another account he is now a stranger to.

he believes it was brought about by the dating rumours. because he used to stalk you all the time.

all. the. time.

"max, mate," daniel's voice makes him lift his head, eyebrows raising as a response. daniel's lips carve into a smile before it quickly disappears without anyone else noticing. "i said do you wanna grab some drinks at the bar? charles is already there."

max hesitates. the urge to be alone in his hotel room is real; curling up in bed while he listened to his mellow playlist while he debates once more if he should reach out. but against his better judgement, he nods with a small smile on his face as he starts to follow behind the older man.

"so, how are you feeling?" daniel asks, turning to him with a polite smile as they walk. "better, hopefully?"

with a halfhearted smile, max shrugs. "a little."

"progress is still progress," daniel reassures him with a pat on his shoulder, "it will still get better from here. you know that."

max nods. but there's still a yearning for you that he can't explain or get over. while he can understand that time is needed apart from you, things are not seemingly going towards his favour, or at least the way he wants it to go.

his chances of getting back together with you are slim. he really wants to, but he cannot bear the thought you having to say goodbye to you a second time.

but if he had the chance to do it all over again with you, he’d try to change the course of time if it meant having you back in his arms.

he tries to get you off his mind by moving on to other topics of conversation. but all he can think about is how you could have been here, arm around his waist as you leaned into his body while giggling over something daniel said to you.

you should have been at parc ferme following every race finish with your arms opened wide, welcoming him in for a wide smile and a tight hug.

but you never are.

and it doesn't help that now he's at the bar, there's charles and alexandra exchanging loud conversation about an event she attended back home.

"oh yeah," alexandra laughs unknowingly as they approach, "she was wild that night! she took body tequila shots from this guy! and we'd just met him that night. it was insane."

daniel pops his head between the couple with a lazy smile on his face. "who took body shots from a random guy they met at the bar?"

alexandra whips her head around, locking eyes with max. she laughs nervously as charles puts his hand over her knee. "just my friend back home."

max looks at her knowingly, taking his seat in the opposite booth. "it's (y/n), isn't it?" he asks, looking at the menu. everyone falls silent as he scans the menu for something to drink, prompting him to look up, slightly annoyed. "else, why wouldn't you elaborate to daniel when he asked?"

"hey," charles says, exchanging a glance with alexandra next to him. he squeezes her hand and sits up, leaning towards max. "what's your problem?"

"nothing," max answers in the calmest tone he can find within himself, "it's just odd that she tried to cover it up when it's so obvious." he turns to daniel. "wasn't it?"

daniel stares at him, visibly gulping and then glancing at the couple that sits across them.

"i didn't know you were already here," alexandra explains, dropping her head low. "i would have stopped way earlier."

"why would you?" max smiles, albeit halfheartedly, then looks down at the menu again. "we've broken up, right? she can do what she wants - i'm not her problem anymore."

"right," alexandra nods, pressing her lips together and sinking into her seat. she gives daniel a small smile before taking a sip of her cocktail. "sorry."

"hey," charles says again, putting both hands on the table. "you fucked up. don't take it out on alex that you're upset (y/n) is no longer with you. weren't you the one who let her walk out?"

max looks up immediately, mouth agape as he tries to process the words that charles just spoke. it's true that max let you walk out, which is what hurt the most. and it's, in fact, unfair that he is being like this.

max just sighs. "you're right." he turns to alexandra. "i'm sorry, alex. i shouldn't have taken it out on you."

alexandra just smiles, nodding understandingly. "it's okay. breakups are hard, max. i shouldn't have been talking about it knowing you'd be here any second, anyway."

"okay," daniel finally speaks, hands held up between the three of them. "let's just have a peaceful dinner, alright? no more breakup talks - this is an enjoyable evening."

they murmur in agreement with a nod. but the tension is the air never lightens up, and neither does the churning in max's stomach which is increasingly getting harder to ignore.

there's something about the phone in max's pocket that's making him itch to check it.

so after they send their orders in, his friends immediately fall into a conversation and he fishes for his phone in his back pocket. there's only one notification.

one that told him he's justified for feeling sick.

don't react

they're just pictures

it's from victoria. he opens the message, received about 10 minutes ago when he left the paddocks with the older alpha tauri driver. he can almost imagine the pictures, even if victoria hadn't taken the liberty to curse him with the pleasure of seeing them.

so he opens instagram.

just as fate would have it, you're at the top of his timeline from some f1 gossip page that he had no idea he followed. in the first one, your face can be barely made out, crouched down as you step out of the backseat of a car with alexandra still in the car. but he recognises the dress - it's one that he got you a couple of years ago, after winning his first race with you as his girlfriend.

the sheer will you've got to be on a night out in a dress that he got you is something he has to give to you. that's absolutely one way to get back at him after the pictures of him and kelly.

something tells him it's about to get worse. and it does, because when he swipes to the next picture, it's you visibly looking intoxicated, he assumes from all the body shots you took. and his heart skips a beat in his chest as his mouth runs dry.

there it is, some guy holding the car door open for you. in the next, he's seen scooching in with you in that backseat.

"are you alright, mate?" charles' voice makes him look up as he drops his phone into his lap.

max takes a deep breath, unable to force a smile to his face. he just nods, swallowing the lump in his throat.

charles' stare on him lingers before he nods hesitantly and resumes the conversation with daniel. max's eyes shift to alexandra, now staring at her phone with parted lips.

she looks up, meeting his eyes with a worried stare.

max just shakes his head before she can say anything. he just leans back into the seat and folds his arms over his chest.

guess it's really over now between you.

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edgeray · 2 months

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One Hell of a Butler Pt.1

Encounter (Arlecchino x Fem! Reader Blurb)

A/N: Guys. I am so sorry. I don't think that Arlecchino oneshot is being posted tomorrow. 😿Trust that it will be posted this weekend. Take this as an apology (I am fr spoiling y'all Arle fans) for the pushback. This is a repost to something I submitted as an anon to @/megistusdiary so there's a chance you've already seen this. It was written a while ago so quality is not up to par. This is the Black Butler inspired demon au! that I talked about in my poll, check it out if you want a little bit more on this concept. (Thank you guys for voting in it! :33 I'm looking forward to writing the oneshots). Series Masterlist Content Warning: Semi-graphic descriptions of violence

Everything hurts. It burns, burns, burns, and you can't feel your limbs and your vision fades in and out. Your broken form twitches on the ground, and as your assailants approach you, ready to wrench the remaining life out of you slowly and painfully, with your final burst of energy and concentration, you let out a guttural screech, a summoning spell spewing from your raspy throat and bloodied teeth.

At first, you think nothing happens. They stalk you, unfaltering despite what you have just called for. Wearing teeth-baring grins and depraved intentions, they near your crumpled body, with their dirty, despicable hands reaching out towards you. Your half-lidded eyes shut fully, and you heave out a sigh of resignation, giving up the futile struggle of staying alive.

You hear it first before you actually see it. A sound distinct only to stilettos clicking against the ground. It jerks your attention immediately, and you twist your head slowly to face the oncoming figure. Black heels with gold adornment catch your eye, and then--

"Well, well, looks like I found the doll that called me," you hear a deep, feminine voice sibilates, voice reverberating throughout the chamber. Your gaze slowly trails up the newcomer's figure, and the white clothing, snow-white hair, and feminine features cause you to mistake her as an angel. Red-crossed pupils meet with yours. A shiver works its way up your spine but you stare in awe regardless. What kind of human was this?

One of your tormenters inquires rather rudely about the woman and storms towards her haughtily, ignorant of the fact he has just sealed his fate. There's an audible, irate click of her tongue, then a snap echoes the room. For a brief moment, your sight is filled with just red, and then your eyes widen as the aggressor bursts into a beautiful explosion of blood and guts. She walks past where once the man stood without pause, now just a puddle of blood, tutting at the blatant disrespect of the formerly alive human. Her feet stop just before you and her shadow looms over.

"A-arle...cchino?" You croak weakly as your hazy gaze sets on her. She looks so handsome, beautiful like a guardian angel, even when she's covered in red. Her lips curl up slightly and she crouches down to hook an arm behind your back and knees, lifting you bridal-style. Heat radiates from her cold-blooded being and it is so much more comforting than the icy hardness of the floor. You immediately bury your face into her shoulder while your needy hands grip onto her coat out of desperation and fear. Beneath the intense iron smell of blood, she smells of something floral, you noted with dulled surprise.

"That is me, the Knave. And what have you called me for?" She purrs from above, repositioning you in her arms so she could support you with one arm instead of both.

You give one single glance behind your shoulder towards the now cowering group of people, their behavior reminding you of feeble sheep rather than the bloodthirsty pack of wolves. You think that you'd like lamb chops after all of this.

Turning your head back, you suck in a steady breath, your voice unwavering and clear despite being muffled into her clothes. "Kill them."

"As you wish."

Even as she draws out the sweetest, most revolting of screams from the remaining alive people, you find peace in your arms. You don't watch, instead, opting to rest your head against her and try to fall asleep to your former captors' begs of mercy. A hand combing through your hair wakes you up. You admire her sharpened red nails and her black hands, so contrasting against her unblemished and perfect skin but pretty all the same. It looks nice, sifting through your hair, it feels right, it feels perfect, even if they're dipped in blood.

"Well, I suppose we can work out the contract at a later time. For now, rest, my dear," her voice is soft and it lulls you to sleep in her arms. She tucks your head underneath her chin and walks away from the bloodbath, her darling wrapped tightly close to her.

#procrastination goes crazy :(#trying to get the oneshot done I promise 🙏#i wish i didn't have anything to do on my spring break :(#arlenation fr eating good this week #prolly going to post arle at least daily for the next few days #do you guys think I should make “Arlecchino is a ___ person” a series?#i'm already trying to cook up tomorrow's Arlecchino blurb #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino x you #edgeray.blog #edgeray.writes

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deonsx · 8 months

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If They Come To Please You İn Your Dreams

Feat: Dazai, Fyodor

Summary: dream demons raid beautiful women in their dreams to satisfy themselves

Content: Nsfw, Smut

Dazai Osamu

Your eyes opened with tiredness, your eyes were blurry and your head was hurting, you couldn't move "W-what's going on?" you tried to look around lightly, you were lying on your bed and a silhouette was standing in front of you

"My my..so you finally woke up" The man whose face you haven't seen yet spoke in a charming tone, his face revealed as he slowly approached the bed, Brown curls hair brown orb eyes an inconspicuous body and bandaged arms

"Who are you!? What are you doing in my bedroom?" You asked with fear, why were you in the same place with this man you don't know? "Your energy attracted me to you, beautiful lady”

You couldn't get up. When you tried to get up, your body shook and you fell back onto the bed. The handsome man slowly got on the bed and got on top of you. "Don't come closer!" he placed his hand on your cheek "I'm giving you time to figure things out but you don't seem to want to”

His hands wandered over you, I took my breath away. He slowly took off your nightgown and left you in only your underwear. "What are you doing!" The man whispered softly into your ear, "I advise you to enjoy this dream." His hands wandered around your lace underwear and quickly slid them down your legs. "I'm sorry for not giving you the name that will make you moan, Osamu Dazai”

He gently approached your warmth and gently caressed your body with one hand, placed his mouth on it and gently explored the inside with his tongue, You bit your lip when he plunged his tongue deep inside, you couldn't move your body. The man who said his name was Osamu Dazai was already starting to eat you. He removed his hand from your clit and put his mouth between your legs, he let your legs stay on his shoulders, his tongue was going back and forth quickly, which was enough to make you moan

"Are you such a sensitive person..how sweet" she said as she lifted her mouth slightly and the man slowly took off his clothes, you lost your mind as the knot in your body remained unbroken "What happened, why did you stop??" you spoke in an uneasy voice "You've gotten used to it enough" when the man got completely undressed you saw his dick was erect "W-wait this is so-" dazai didn't listen to you and already centered himself towards your hole

Your waist twisted as he slid his shaft into it quickly "Aghhh!! Fuck!" osamu moaned to himself as he was completely inside of you, he slowly pulled out and thrust himself inside you again without letting you wait for him "Ah!!! Slow down! It hurts!"He placed his hands on your waist so he could slide inside you faster. Dazai didn't listen to you and continued his rhythm quickly, your eyes were watering with pleasure and moans had become routine by now, even the sound of your skin hitting each other was now just blinding you. Are you under his spell or the spell of sex?

You had to scream with pleasure when you felt a knot in your body "Fuck you're so tight" he spoke while still in you inside While his hands were still fucking you on your naked body, he moved down to your breasts, leaving slow bites. "Ahhh-hah, don't even think about cumming, or I'll fuck you until you're breathless”

You had to hold your breath with what he said. It was ridiculous that he expected you not to cum while he was fucking you so fast. "Good girl, I'll count down from 10 and then let you cum” Your mind was completely melting, each time the sound of your hips and skin hitting each other drove you over the edge. Your moans filled the whole room "10...9.." he was counting very slowly "Fuck..please"

Your body shook and you felt completely lost "Ssshhh...8...7" He got his rhythm even harder and it actually made you scream "S-slow down! I-I can't stand it!!" He wasn't listening to you, he slowly approached you at that speed and pulled you into a completely deep kiss, leaving you breathless. When you pulled back, both of your breaths mixed together. He grinned at you and grabbed your hair, pulling you towards him to kiss you once again. Meanwhile, you were trying to focus so that the knot wouldn't break. "6...5.. " "Osamu Fuck! Please!!”

"My beautiful girl be nice" he gasped as he still fucked you "4...3.." your eyes blurred in the sudden moaning cry of mixed delight "So this is your place of pleasure.." he said while moaning softly "W-wait don't-" Suddenly he applied hard pressure to the same pleasure point and made you squirm "My beautiful, I can fuck you all night look at you..”

“..2…” He hit the same pleasure part with every stroke, causing you to scratch his back with your hands "Fuck Osamu!" As he groaned, he said, "So you learned the name you're supposed to moan at the end?" The pace deepened and made you feel it to the deepest, the juices of pleasure had already surrounded your body

"And 1...ejaculate dear" your body quickly shuddered relentlessly and finally threw you to that peak you wanted so loud your moaning sounded muted and you finally fell on the bed so exhausted "Oh..you're already exhausted though I'm not done yet"

Fyodor Dostoyevski

When you opened your eyes, you were in a green land. It looked like a garden but was chaotic. You couldn't move your body. When you tried to look around, you saw nothing but a tree. You were lying on a bed in the forest with huge greenery. The cold air was penetrating your skin

Your hands were tied to the bed and your body was tired. A small male chuckle was heard, "How beautiful, you finally opened your eyes." A man dressed in white, with purple dark hair reaching down to his shoulders, took his steps towards you from behind the tree

"W-who are you..." your voice shook as you spoke and the steam of your breath appeared in the cold air, "Just someone who needs your energy," he slowly walked over to your side of the bed and sat down "H-handcuffs! why am I tied up! let me go!"

"You are so noisy, should I have tied your mouth as well..?" Your eyes opened with tension. You were only wearing underwear. The man slowly poked the opening part of your bra with his hand and suddenly opened it quickly. You thought he was experienced in this matter and you were actually very scared. "S-stop!" The man narrowed his purple eyes and let out a light breath, "There are many women who want to be happy in their dreams, I give you that happiness, you should be grateful”

After unclasping your bra, he got on top of you on the bed and threw your bra onto the greenery. You closed your eyes in shame and pulled the cuffs. The man slowly moved his mouth to your breasts and left bites. While caressing one with one hand, he was leaving bruises with his mouth on the other. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your underwear, his other hand was pulling your underwear with his fingers

He gently pulled up your underwear and inserted one finger inside while leaving passionate kisses on your stomach he added his second finger and made hard thrusts back and forth, this made you arch your waist "g-give it time!"

The man didn't speak and added his 3rd finger in "Fuck! slow down!" you yelled at him and tugged on the cuffs that tied you to the bed "I don't recommend pulling on them darling" Your head was completely cloudy and you couldn't understand what the man was saying when all of a sudden the man tapped your pleasure point with his finger and you screamed "oh? that's where it is. ..” he suddenly hit the same place again.. over and over he kept making you scream as your breath evaporated in the cold air your whole body was on fire

you could feel your body burning and it was driving you crazy "You look like you're having a lot of fun" when you reached the top the man pulled his fingers out of you "I don't remember telling you to cum" he spoke while looking at you out of breath then his hand went to the belt around his waist and he took it off and threw it into the greenery then as he took off his pants your eyes fell on his dick in shock You looked at him, who was erect. “This dream is going to be a long one, dear”

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lycheedr3ams · 9 months

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Death's Angel

Part 7: Sacrifice

royal!fem!reader x executioner!konig

Summary: It's 1554. You're one of the eight daughters of the Austrian royal family, and your parents do everything they can to ensure their kingdom is prosperous and peaceful. No royal court is complete without their hand-picked executioner, one who stands out against the sea of black, faceless bodies that make up the profession. It just so happens that your family's new executioner, one who has made a name for himself far and wide for his skill with the axe, has caught your eye and ruined you for good.

Warnings: MDNI! smut, mutual pining, forbidden love, death (konig is an executioner duh), mean sisters, mentions of medieval-type violence, overbearing parents, konig is brooding and a perv, some predator/prey dynamics, possessive!konig, maybe dark themes bc reader likes seeing him kill people and bc he's a perv?

Part 6 | Part 8

I know it's been a while since I've updated this series. My life has been super busy, and I even moved. Thank you all for your patience and I hope you enjoy! One more chapter to go. as a reminder, the taglist is closed

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series inspired by the art below!

It was evening when the horse Konig had chosen collapsed from exhaustion. You were stranded in the middle of the dark forest, hours away from any landmark you recognized. Your horse lay panting on the mossy forest floor, and you held your head in your hands.

"what are we going to do? we have no money! we're lost! they're going to come looking for us!" you mumbled furiously as you began to pace. konig came over immediately and put his large, solid hands on your shoulders.

"Engel, i told you i would take care of you, didn't i?" he asked as he lifted your chin to look up at him. he gently wiped away your warm tears with his axe-calloused thumbs. "i will figure this out. we will be okay."

"but..but how! and all the gifts you gave me, they're back at the castle, and --" you nearly shrieked. you had never had a panic attack before, had never felt such fear and confusion. your life, unlike konig's, had always been planned out, set in stone, predictable, cushy. every hour of every day was always set with lessons and meals and events. but now your dress was torn, and your broken heals lost during the escape. the cold, damp earth almost stung underneath your soft feet. konig squeezed your shoulders and shook you.

"Engel!" he said, a bit louder this time. you looked up at him with wide eyes. "we are going to be okay. i told you i would take care of you, and that is exactly what i shall do. do not worry about the things i gave you. i will give you that and tenfold again."

he pulled you into a tight hug, grounding yourself in his body rather than your racing, chaotic mind. his arms were almost rock solid, but his body was so, so warm as he embraced you. for a moment, the entire world faded away, and it was just the exiled princess and her forbidden love.

the furious panting of your exhausted horse also brought you back to reality. you gently turned your head against konig's chest and looked at the poor creature laying on the ground.

"will he be okay?"

konig gently rubbed your head. "yes, we just exhausted him. we're not going to be able to go anywhere else for the night. we should not be discovered out here."

you look up at konig. "but what if we are discovered?"

his eyes were soft as he looked down at you. "then i will protect you."

you looked at him sadly. "i hope it doesn't come to that."

"as do i, Engel," he soothed as he cradled your head. "for now, we need to rest. we cannot risk a fire, the smoke will draw the soldiers. we will have to lay close for warmth."

you smile softly at him and can't help the heat that surges to your cheeks. "i'm not complaining."

konig chuckles quietly. "and neither am i."

konig removes his overcoat and wraps it around you before gesturing for you to lay on the mossy ground.

"i..." you look at the moss, feeling a little disgusted.

"ah," he said as he shook his head. "you've never slept on the ground. i almost forgot."

you look uneasily down at the damp, green moss, and take a deep breath. "it's fine." you offer konig an uneasy smile as you hesitantly lay down on the moss. the only surface you had ever slept on was silken sheets on a down bed. never once had you imagined you would be sleeping on cold, damp moss with the one whom you were never permitted to speak to.

konig laid down behind you and wrapped his arm around you, spooning you. "when i build us a house, Engel, you will have the finest sheets and silk like you once did."

you rub his arm. "konig, i don't need any of that. all i want is you."

he gently squeezes your shoulder. "yes, yes, but i still want you to have the finest sheets."

you turn around slightly and lift his hood up to reveal his surprisingly soft lips. you look into his eyes, silently asking for permission, before you closed the gap between you and gently kissed him. you had never felt your humanity so intensely as you did in this moment: laying on the damp earth, kissing your forbidden love under a canopy of leaves and stars.

you snuggle into konig's chest and wrapp yourself tightly around him.

"sleep well, Engel," he whispers. "all will be well."

...

"send out all our troops to find the executioner! he has kidnapped my daughter!" your father screeched to the army commander the moment he saw you and konig disappear beyond the castle grounds. the army commander bowed and swiftly went to assemble his soldiers. your mother broke down on the ground, crying hysterically. your sisters stared in disbelief and disgust.

"you have your orders," the army commander said to his hastily formed troops. "you are to find the princess, and kill the executioner on sight."

the mail-clad soldiers nodded, and set off on horseback to every last corner of Austria.

...

the next morning, you and konig began to wander the wilderness on horseback. with no sense of direction other than the sun, all you knew was that you were heading far, far away from Austria. your heart nearly leapt out of your chest whenever a stray bird rustled in the leaves, or when a deer leaped through the forest. konig sat behind you on the horse with his arms around you as he held the reins. his eyes were sharp from beneath his hood as he constantly scanned the forest for threats.

by midday, you could see a break in the forest. and beyond the meadow that lie past the forest, a silhouette of a mountain could be seen.

"once we reach the mountains, they will surely never find us," konig assured you as he kicked the horse to a trot.

you nodded and held onto the horse's mane.

"HALT!" a voice sounded from behind you.

you froze completely, and all the blood drained from your face. konig stopped the horse instantly.

"turn the horse around," the voice commanded. konig obeyed.

you came face-to-face with a small band of soldiers from your kingdom's army, ones sent by your father. they drew their swords and bows on their horses.

"by decree of the king, executioner, you are to be killed for your crime of kidnapping the princess," the leading knight said in a stern voice.

your eyes widened and your breath almost died in your throat.

"no! i wasn't kidnapped! I went willingly!" you yelled, startling your horse a little. konig whispered something in your ear.

"princess, there is no need to worry. you will be okay from here on out. we will save you," another soldier said.

"no! i mean it! i went with him on my own!" you shook your head as tears began to fall down your face as you panicked. konig did not take his eyes off any of the soldiers for an instant.

"you have been brainwashed, princess, by this devil," the leading solider said. "please, your highness, dismount the horse."

you began to hyperventilate, the air suddenly feeling quite thin in your lungs. your vision on the periphery began to blur, and you could barely hear your voice as you screamed.

"i haven't been brainwashed! I went willingly! i wanted to escape!"

before you could say anything else, your horse was suddenly struck with an arrow right in its skull. the beast toppled over and sent you and konig tumbling to the ground. konig gently grabbed your head and lessened the blow of your skull against the earth.

"step away from the princess!" one knight yelled as they dismounted with weapons drawn.

you and konig still lay on the ground as the soldiers came closer with their swords and bows. you stood up in front of konig and wiped your tears. konig stared up at you in shock as the roles were suddenly switched as you protected him. A princess protecting an executioner; such a thing had never been seen before.

"i won't let you hurt him! he's done nothing wrong! i wanted to leave! can't you see?!" you yelled.

the soldiers quickly surrounded you and konig in a circle. konig hastily stood up but did not dare to touch you.

a knight held out his free hand to you. "princess, you will be safe now."

"NO!" you yelled as you backed into konig and bumped into him. the knights were getting closer to you and him. there was nowhere to run.

"Engel, do not do this," konig whispered to you. you turned and looked up at him in panic.

"do what?! i'm not going with them! I'm going with you!"

suddenly, a knight grabbed you by the arm and yanked you away from konig and out of the circle. konig now stood alone in the center of the circle, not even daring to defend himself against the armed group of knights. there was nothing he could do.

your heart pumped loudly and your blood rang in your ears as you saw a knight behind konig raise his sword.

you couldn't hear your bone-chilling scream as you pushed through the circle with inhuman strength and cast konig aside right as the sword swung.

a cold feeling tore through your chest.

all were frozen.

you looked down at your blood-soaked dress. you felt a pair of strong arms grab you and hold you tight, and the knights threw down their weapons.

your forbidden lover held you as your vision faded black.

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Loved loved loved the steve headcanon. If you’re in the mood, I would an expansion on the “steve is the type of man to never let you go to bed angry, even if you’ve both had a fight and he end up on the coach” because I absolutely agreed and I especially enjoyed reading that! Thank you for sharing this husband!Steve HC.

oh yes most definitely! His mind wouldn't rest until he knows you're at peace. Ask and you shall receive (i must say I did get quite carried away). I wrote this at 1 am so be aware of spelling :)

The Steve headcanon

My soul cannot sleep without you

The rumble of the car engine comes to a stop as Steve pulls into the garage of your shared home, the living room light is still on and if you weren't already irritated, you'd mentally smack yourself for being so forgetful. Bills weren't cheap, even on an avenger's salary.

Collecting the ends of your dress you shoulder your way through the car door, slamming it with an oomf for good measure. Steve, of course, shuts his door gently, and it leaves you even more annoyed with him.

Why is he not angry?

You don't dare look behind you as Steve begins to jog towards you, you fear the confusion that has been plastered on his face for the last 20 minutes would make you explode.

You're about to open the door until you remember, he has the keys, Steve is already one step ahead of you, fingers brushing past your elbow as he twists the golden metal into the door nob. You can feel his stare burning into the side of your face but you will yourself not to look his way, to see that look on his face that would have you conceding.

The smell of peppercorn and maple engulfs your senses as you enter your hallway, the soft air of familiarity fails to calm your tense shoulders however, as you pass the framed pictures of you and Steve over the years without so much as a glance.

Reaching your kitchen you notice the bouquet of orchids Steve had bought you earlier today left on the counter, in the rush to get to the compound's charity ball on time you had forgotten to find them a vase.

What flowers would she like?

You search through the kitchen cabinets before you grasp the clear glass, shufflingly through appliances and setting it on the granite counter. You unwrap the orchids, cutting the stems down to fit into the glass vase and filling them generously with water. Steve looks at you incredulously, arms folded as his eyes follow your movements.

"Are you going to say something?" Steve says, his melodic voice travelling through the house, bouncing off the glass vase yet failing to penetrate you.

You begin to clean the stems and spilt water from the counter, ignoring Steve’s attempt at conversation. Did he seriously not realise the brunette practically hanging onto his every word?

Steves's hand grasp your own, stopping you from wiping down the rest of the kitchen, he lifts your chin but your eyes remain downcast, fiddling with the string of the washcloth.

"Can you at least look at me?" Steve says, scanning your face that remained emotionless. His fingers glide across your arms to rest on your cheeks, and the feeling of his hands on you, after she'd touched them has you ripping them off of you. Scoffing, you throw the washcloth into the sink, before turning towards Steve.

"I don't understand, why are you upset? Did I do something?" Steve furrows his brows, his hands gripping his pants as if he's stopping himself from reaching for you.

You scoff at that, "You can't be serious Steve, you are one of the smartest people I know and you can't notice something happening right in front of you?"

He shakes his head, eyes squeezing as he opens them, you notice him scanning over the events prior, but it comes up empty and it has Steve looking more confused than before.

“What's her name, huh Steve? At least tell me her name” You whisper, arms folded as the shimmers of the dress begin to irritate you.

“What? Who?” Steve replies, stepping closer to you

“Who? The brunette who was hanging off of you the entire night Steven” You groan, you hated facing your insecurities, much less voicing them.

There is a momentary pause in Steve as his mind backtracks to the evening, sifting through the hundreds of faces he’d seen tonight, he finally realises who you're talking about.

Tony’s accountant

“Marianna?” Steve scoffs

“Yes, Marianna” You spit her name like poison, but you can’t seem to get her face out of your mind, she’s taken homage next to the laundry you hadn't gotten the time to do. The way her pantsuit fitted her elegantly, sophisticated and modern, she was the woman of the future. And you were just, well, you.

She could pull off a red lip, something that never quite looked good on you, and the very way she spoke told you she said very few words that didn't ilicitate constant adoration. She didn't need to fill the space with empty jargon, every word had meaning.

The constant comparison had followed you the entire evening, and the past insecurities that you had thought you'd overcome seemed to weigh you down like an anchor, pulling you into the deprecation you knew all too well.

It was fine, you’d get over it until she began to talk to Steve, your husband. you didn't miss the look on her face as they conversed, utter, pure amazement. You knew it because you wore it every day, Steve had a way with people, it's what attracted you to him in the first place.

You felt out of place as they spoke about diplomacy and business, and at that moment you had wished you actually listened when Tony pulled you into one of the many long rants you'd gotten used to.

She wasn't even mean to you as if the playground tactics were beneath her, but it didn't take her calling you a bitch to know the animosity that radiated from her every time Steve had tried to pull you into their conversation. You knew where you weren't wanted and you weren't about to make a fool of yourself. So you left them to it as you sat next to Natasha, who offered you a much-needed drink.

She had noticed your annoyance at Marianna the second she came over, as she always did, and for a second, you wish Steve would too. He was too pure too good, to take notice of the way Marianna got closer and closer to him or the way she bit her lip and laughed a little too hard at one of his lame jokes. The poor man thought she was being friendly, he was oblivious to her true motives.

Natasha held her grin behind an empty champagne glass, snickering when Marianna threw her head back for good measure. You had vented to her there, and she reminded you of the man Steve was. How he was absolutely enamoured by you and you only, how you had him wrapped around your finger so tight he wouldn't even think about looking at another woman that way. It was all things you knew deep down, but that didn't stop your brain from imagining the worst, that he was deep in an affair with his co-worker, and you were the dumb clueless wife who waited for him at home.

You wouldn't let that happen again, not after all those years of betrayal from an ex, you wouldn't let yourself be made a fool. Pride had a way of getting in between reality, and you let it stew you in anger until you were mad at Steve instead of her.

Steve shakes his head, moving closer to you,

“She's just Tony’s accountant, we chatted for a few, that's all doll” Steve replied, carding a hand through his blonde locks. Reasoning, however, doesn't seem to be on your mind tonight as you remember all the lies you've been told starting with she.

She’s just a friend, she’s just an assistant, she’s just...

“Well, she seemed to have taken your attention for the whole night, while I was left drinking champagne of all fucking things with Natasha. She was meant to go find her date for that night, but instead, she was with me” You replied looking towards him in anger.

“Well, I tried to include you in the conversation, but every time I asked for your opinion your mind seemed as if it was a thousand miles away!” Steve replied swiftly hands gesturing around.

“Yeah, because she was laughing every single goddamn time I opened my mouth, god Steve, can't you see what she’s doing?” You replied even faster, swallowing down the brick that began to form in your throat.

“What, what is she doing, I thought I was having a conversation with a colleague, but you seem to know better” Steve quipped, his jaw tensing and his shoulders seized.

“She wants you, and you’re either too blind to see it or already fucking know it” You replied, muttering under your breath.

Steve scoffs, shaking his head, eyes scanning your face as he remains silent.

“Is your silence meant to mean I was right?” You yell, tears beginning to gather on your waterline and you have to pinch yourself to get force them to remain there.

Steve’s eyes never leave your face, the cerulean orbs darting left and right, and up and down as if trying to understand your benevolence. His arm twitches as if he wants to gather you into his embrace and forget this entire evening.

“How can you say that” Steve replies, after a short while, “I was courteous, polite for god's sake, you know I would never do that to you” Steve moves until his hands grasp your own. They’re warm to the touch like he always is, and they begin to soothe the coldness that has begun to take over your body.

It doesn't help though, instead, it reminds you of the times you've been told that your insecurities were imaginary, that the unfaithfulness in your relationship wasn't real. That you, instead were harbouring a secret, the anger you felt then turned to guilt at your own self for even accusing him of cheating. If you were told enough times that your reality wasn't yours, you’d start to believe it.

“Yeah well, the only person I can ever trust is myself” You whisper, spitting the words out and unlatching yourself from Steve's grasp. Steve looks down at you in shock, betrayal and hurt falling over his features, whilst yours turn to stone.

He closes his eyes before opening them again, nodding as if he accepted your anger.

“Fine, I’m taking the couch,” Steve scoffs, ripping off his tie and placing it on the counter, before walking into the living room the loud stomp of his shoes vibrating through the quiet house.

You turn to the discarded tie, grasping it into your palm, the texture of the material felt velvet against your fingers. It was a plain tie, one you'd find anywhere, but it was the first tie you'd ever gotten him. You'd gifted him many over the years, all of them more expensive and chic than this one but he'd told you you'd have to pry it out of his cold dead hands before he would give it up.

It was his lucky tie because you were his lucky girl.

Where you still now?

The satin pillow dampened with your tears, you hadn't waited to even close the door before you were muffling a sob that broke out of your throat. Since then, the tears never ceased, you had to shove your face into the covers to make sure Steve wouldn't hear you.

Sleep was fruitless, you had tried everything, but you lay there, like clothes on a washing line, wrung out and left to dry. Your mind wouldn't let the image leave, her fingers grabbing his bicep as she laughed, the way he grinned as his humour got praised.

Was that it, had she given him more attention? More than you?

A billion reasons clamoured your mind as you pushed your fingertips to your eyelids, wishing that you hadn't even gone to the charity ball at all, save the humiliation just for your mind only.

Deep down you knew, you knew that this was all the insecurities of your past coming forth from their hiding places. Steve was the best person in your entire life, he would never, his stupidly good heart wouldn't allow it. But that was just it, he was too kind and nice and good that people like Marianna were able to sink their claws and have their way with him however they wanted.

He thought they were being friendly, but they knew they weren't.

Hours seem to pass before you find the room illuminated with the light of your phone in your palm, your chest feels tight and uncomfortable and you don't know how much more of this you could take.

Tapping onto the folder named “him”, you are met with hundreds of photos of you and Steve throughout the years, starting from the very few dates you had before he claimed you as his, till the wedding night when you both had stayed up to take out the millions of pins in your intricate hair.

In all of them, every single one, Steve displays the same adored, content look of utter satisfaction and love, his eyes sparkled with it, like the sun glittering against the gentle waves and folds of the sea. An endless pool of longing that seemed to have depth only for you, to crash and fight and turn inside and out for you.

Your relationship was never easy, but Steve has always, always been the anchor that brought you back, he never gave up, even when you pushed him away and left him in the dark. Even when the fear of loss and hurt caused you to scream things you didn't mean and do things you shouldn’t have.

You flick across to a photo of Steve looking towards you, a soft grin lighting up his face as you held Clint’s newborn, you were cuddled up on a seat, your knees tucked into you as you were sucked into the guilty pleasure of red fat cheeks and baby fever.

Sam had captured it without Steve looking, sending it to you a couple of days ago with the words ‘Someone wants to be a daddy’. You’d laughed it off but each day you'd come back to that picture. Back to the moment when Steve looked like he had never loved something harder than you, as if it was his first time ever really feeling it.

He loves you, you know? I knew it the day he met you, he has this look on his face, where his eyes get all glazed over and his fingers are reaching for you. It’s like he can’t breathe until he can hold you, like his body will break in two and his heart will stop.

Natasha had told you that one night on the terrace unprovoked, with a beer in her hand and the moonlight falling over the both of you. She had been there from the start, had found you when you were still a shell of a person, back then you didn't even know what love was. You fear if it wasn't for her you and Steve wouldn't have ever met.

“Steve would never do that”

The sounds of her voice those hours ago ring in your head. It was true, your entire time with Steve told you but what thing, he was not your ex. He was kind, and soft and held you like you were glass and he'd crush you. And then suddenly, as if a switch had been turned in your mind, the light of a dark place turning on you realise how utter fucking foolish you had been.

Steve’s faith in you never faltered, even when it should have he never felt a reason to distrust you, it was foreign, it felt strange to have someone utterly and fully hand their trust and soul to you. And what had you given him in return? Accusations and anger.

Did he think now, that you did not trust him? That he had failed to show you how you should be loved? How he would never hurt you?

Those men from your past would never amount to Steve, and suddenly you felt you would die right in this room if you didn’t move. If you tell Steve he was enough and that you believed him and that the vows he uttered held true. Every hair on your body itched with this need until the covers were thrown across from your body and your phone was discarded on the bed.

You swung open the door, the cold hair hitting your face and you stumbled through the dark, you run down the hardwood stairs, the haunting reality of your actions following you, you had been so so foolish.

Steve is there, his frantic motions walking towards the bedroom freeze as he notices you. His shirt is crumpled and unbuttoned, and his golden hair is ruffled, the strands falling over his face as if he's run his fingers through it too many times.

A look of desperation and longing paint his features as he watched you, hands shaking at his sides as he sinks his canines into his reddend lip. You wanted nothing but to hold him now, and the thought bring you to tears, blurring your vision until you miss a step, your heart dropping into your stomach as you brace yourself, waiting to meet the cold hard ground of the kitchen floor.

It never comes, instead, heated, carded muscle wraps around you, and you the smell of Steve, of earth and pine cones has you crying into his shoulder.

He came to you, even when you had screamed at him to leave,

He came to you.

Fresh tears slide down your cheek and you grip Steve, whose fingers softly rub your back, hands tightening around your waist.

“M’ sorry, so sorry Steve, please” You hiccup, covering your face into his shoulder.

“Ssh, my sweet girl, I know” Steve whispers, never seizing his gentle caress. His hands lift your face from his neck, thumb gathering the tears at your waterline. “I know, it’s okay, it’s okay, just breathe for me, hm?

“In and out, can you do that for me?” Steve breathes out, eyes straining as he watches your shallow breaths ease into semi-normal respiration.

Without a word, Steve collects you in his arms and walks through the house until he enters the bedroom, shutting the door with his foot, eyes never leaving your face as he gently places you onto the now cold bedsheets.

You shudder, reaching for him as he slides in, arms wrap around your sides as he continues his light motions on your back, his fingers come to move your hair behind your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

You turn around swiftly, hands reaching to cup his face before you’re met with his reddened eyes, it's your turn now to brush away the tears before pressing your lips to his,

‘I should never have, Stevie, you, I-, you would never” You whisper against him his chest, the soft rise and fall lulling you into a state of haze and exhaustion. He presses his forehead to yours

“I just want to hold you now, god, I don't know what I will do if I don’t hold you” Steve replies muttering the words painfully. You wrap your arms around him, pressing yourself into his stomach as his biceps surround you. The sound of Steve's heartbeat, the rhythmic badum badum badum, engulfs you with a sense of tranquillity you hadn’t realised you couldn’t live without.

Steve, your sweet boy, was the one thing you couldn’t live without, without Steve, next to you, holding you between his arms, you don't think you would ever quite find sleep. Not anymore, not after him.

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wanderer-six · 1 year

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BAD BATCH HEADCANON - Showing Affection

A/N: I'm doing these to overcome my irrational fear of doing bad batch headcanons and people thinking i have wrong opinions on them LOL i am such a baby QQ

These are just the ways I think the boys would most appreciate when it comes to showing affection or their fav sweet lil gestures! Enjoy ♥

Warnings: just a little spice for Crosshair but I think the rest is fine and sfw lol

WRECKER

His favorite PDA is obvi just smacking u with lula

Wrecker loves touching you so much all the time

Sometimes it's intentional--he'll wrap you up in his arms and kiss your head a hundred times

But sometimes it's just a subconscious response

When Hunter's going over plans, he'll just pick you up and set you on his shoulder, not even noticing he's done it

This is a common occurrence: he picks you up all the time just because it feels so natural to him

You're like a magnet for him. If he can hold you, he will hold you.

It's a little embarrassing to be hoisted into your boyfriend's arms in the middle of an important briefing, but you can't stay mad at him.

You're sure if you had the power to lift him into your arms so easily, you'd do it, too

ECHO

I think Echo wouldn't be a frequent PDA-doer for many reasons

He's very disciplined and seems more reserved than his brothers

But I think a little forehead touch would kill this man parentheses positive

If he needs to leave for a mission, and you rest your forehead on his and smile when you wish him luck, he will die!!! Parentheses positive!

It'll be all he thinks about while he's gone

It'd become something of a tradition between the two of you

Just a subtle and easy way to convey the way you feel about one another that would take hours to accomplish with words

I could see it becoming so important to him that he'd be unwilling to leave your side without it

Because if anything were to happen to either of you while you're separated, he wants to be sure you know what you mean to him

HUNTER

Hunter does not strike me as a prude Victorian maiden or anything

But I think hand-holding would be really special to him

He'd be happy to kiss you whenever, of course

But it's the subtle way his fingers always find their way to interlock with yours that is so meaningful

If your hands are smaller than his, I think he'd secretly be very sentimental about it--it reminds him that, even if you can defend yourself, he wants to be your protector

(Or, at least, someone you can count on if you ever get tired of being so amazingly capable)

It's also something of a sweet gesture from him, too

You know how often this man uses his hands--the way he can spin a knife with a blade so sharp you're liable to get cut just looking at it, the way he's always throwing hand signals

But he prefers to hold your hand, instead

He must like you, or something

don't tease him like that or you'll earn yourself some much more overt PDA than hand-holding

TECH

Tech doesn't strike me as one who'd be very into PDA

Not because he doesn't like it, or he doesn't think it's worthwhile

He's just busy thinking about lots of other stuff, and so it wouldn't come to mind as often

That's why whenever you lean your head on his shoulder while he's working, his poor heart can barely take it

You're comfortable enough around him that you're willing to just sit with him? And be close to him in a way that lets him keep fiddling away at whatever he's working on?

He is so in love!!!

It becomes routine for you to sit beside him when he's piloting the Marauder, or when he's looking up schematic's in Cid's bar, or really anywhere you can be near one another.

And once you lay your head on his shoulder, he lays his head on yours, in turn

To anyone else, it doesn't appear like much--but to Tech, it means the galaxy

CROSSHAIR

Crosshair strikes me as someone who says he's not into PDA

But you always find his hand on you in some capacity whenever you're out with him

Most often, he'll sneak his arm around your waist and rest his hand on your hip

You know better than to point it out--you're sure if you were to say anything, he'd pout about it

So instead, you always try to make it easier for him.

You'll stand close to him, keep your arms out of his way, even lean in a bit closer to him once he finally has his arm around you

It's a small and meaningful way for him to show that you're his, without invoking the torment of his brothers

(That being said, he's a lot less subtle when it comes to the regs)

(If you're out and about with him and a reg so much as glances at you, expect some very salacious, very obvious kisses on your neck)

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!! pls let me know if you wanna see more ♥

#tbb #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch headcanons #tbb headcanons #hunter x reader #crosshair x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #huge shoutout to flowered-bicycles for encouraging me to post these!!#W6Fic

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Shakespeare In Love // Modern!Aemond x reader

CW: afab reader, p in v, creampie, second hand embarrassment, oral f receiving, smut

Summary: Your roommate and best friend, Helaena, and her older brother Aegon, have decided that both you and her younger brother, Aemond, need to go on a date. Both of you are too wrapped in your academics so they decided to take it into their own hands to bring you two together.

Ever since the accident, Aemond knew he was different. That everybody stared at him with curiosity and fear. Usually the latter. With a jagged scar running over his face, and a dazzling sapphire in the other. It’s no wonder to him why they gave him those looks.

Aemond sighed, slid his hands into the pockets of his black leather jacket, and braced himself against the cold wind that would hit him as soon as he walked out the door. He was on his way to meet up with his brother and sister, Helaena and Aegon. Surprisingly, they met someone whom they both agreed that they needed to introduce to Aemond.

He still didn't really know why he accepted the invitation. Well, he did, but was confused as to what was the why. At first he agreed to meet up because Helaena put on a pouty face and begged him to. Then Aegon kept pestering the hell out of him, constantly texting him and sending annoying ass Snapchats. But as the day to the meeting creeped closer Aemond couldn't help but feel curious, hopeful even, that there might be someone else to talk to.

Aemond was quiet; he studied hard and put all his energy into his work, but didn't have company outside his family and close family friends.

He picked up his pace to get to the cafe faster, the blistering wind slapping him in the face. Thankfully, he got there without freezing his ass off. Aemond entered the cafe and was instantly welcomed by a cozy warmth and the smell of coffee. He barely had time to take in a deep breath when Helaena called out to him.

"Aems! Over here!" She shouted. Well, not really shouted. Helaena never raised her voice above her usual delicate tone but Aemond could hear her anywhere if she was calling to him.

Aemond gave a soft smile to his sister and rolled his eyes at Aegon, seeing him sprawled over the table, most likely feeling the effects of a hangover. Aemond quickly got his black coffee before joining his siblings at the table.

"I'm so excited for you to meet my best friend, she's an absolute sweetheart!" Helaena exclaimed in a sing-song voice. She leaned closer to Aemond and gave him a sly smile, "and she has a very soft spot for Shakespeare."

Aegon groaned without lifting his head. "Did you seriously just say something about Shakespeare?"

"Be quiet and be nice when she gets here," scolded Helaena.

This time, Aegon rose, putting on the grandest voice he could muster. "Methinks the lady doth protest too much."

Helaena glared at Aegon while Aemond closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He couldn't help himself, he had to correct him. "While the sentiment is the same, that line is frequently misquoted. The correct line is actually -"

"'The lady doth protests too much, methinks.' said by Hamlet's mother from Hamlet."

Aemond's eyes went wide as he saw the girl who finished the sentence for him. She was right behind him, how did he not notice?

She gave Aemond a shy smile and gave him her name. "Hi, I'm Helaena's friend,and I guess I'm Aegon's friend, too."

A high pitched squeal erupted next to Aemond. Helaena never makes such sound unless she’s extremely excited. She shot up from her chair and nearly tackled her.

"I can't believe you made it!"

"Of course I made it, you know I always pull through for you.”

Helaena pulled out of the hug but kept her arm around her best friend.

“And I'm not proud to admit it, but Aegon did help a bit with easing the nervousness of meeting up with…"

Her eyes locked in on Aemond. She had never seen a guy so beautiful and it made her heart flutter a bit. His silver hair fell down just below his shoulders. Against his all black attire his hair and his eye beckoned her attention.

Eye. Only one. A vibrant violet eye, but still only one. In place of the other eye was a black eyepatch that sculpted his face perfectly. What the eyepatch didn’t cover, however, was the angry scar that marred his face.

"Meeting up with you. Yeah, hi, um… I'm -” she stopped herself from introducing herself again. “Sorry, I already said that when I interrupted your conversation. I just get really excited about Shakespeare, you know? And there's so much of his work to digest and analyze and his work is so prevalent even today and can really help actors because his work is just beautiful and -- shit, I'm rambling aren't I?"

Aemond couldn't help but smile at her babbling. It wasn't every day that he came across someone who gets as excited over Shakespeare as him. Even though it was brief, he noticed how her eyes lit up when she mentioned Shakespeare. He could tell she was nervous but her passion covered anything that suggested otherwise.

“My girl is here for a few weeks on her winter break. Initially it was just gonna be me and her but then Aegon brought up that our fellow sibling might need a new friend,” Helaena explained.

She reached out her hand to Aemond. “I’m going to assume you’re the famous, brooding sibling your brother and sister talk so highly of.”

Aemond went to run a hand through his long silver hair. She watched him, completely entranced by his beauty. She knew she was fucked. She knew she was fucked when she interupted their conversaion and laid eyes on him.

“Yeah, I’m Aemond,” he took her hand and gave her a little shake. “Glad to know my brother and sister speak so highly of me to others,” he chuckled.

Her eyes went wide. “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, no that's not what I meant. I meant that they talk about you a lot and I think you're interesting and oh shit." She proceeded to flop her face on Helaena's shoulder while her best friend patted her head.

Aegon grinned at Aemond. "See? She's just your type. Rambling and all."

A muffled noise came from Helaena's shoulder.

"She’s right. Shut up, Aegon."

Aemond looked at his siblings and then her. He awkwardly coughed to break the tension.

"So…uh…" Aemond had no idea what to say in this situation so he blurted out the first thing that darted through his mind.

"Ya like jazz?" Silence fell as Aemond registered what he said. "God fucking dammit," he immediately snapped his head to Aegon. "Shut the fuck up, Aegon."

"Seriously? That's the first thing you say to someone? 'Ya like jazz?' from the Bee movie?" Aegon was almost falling out of his chair from laughing too hard.

Aemond was too focused on trying not to punch his brother in the face that he didn't notice that she had lifted her face from Helaena's shoulder and softly giggled with her.

“Okay, I’m not gonna lie, that definitely caught my attention, and in a good way,” she laughed.. “Really, it’s a nice break from my stream of consciousness.”

Aemond turned to look at her and gave a small smile. His face now had a tint of color and went down the sides of his neck.

“Glad to be of service, then,” he said, almost giving a theatrical bow before deciding against it. Instead, he opted for a cheeky wink.

Aemond locked eyes and for a moment it was just them. A violet eye meeting warm brown ones.

“And I think that’s our cue to leave, Aeg,” muttered Helaena. She knew Aemond and her best friend would hit it off, but not this quickly.

Aegon clapped Aemond on the back. “Okay, little bro. Have fun on your date!”

Aemond snapped his eye to Aegon and she snapped hers to Helaena.

“I’m sorry, a date?” she asked Helaena.

“Yeah…sorry, girl. But you know you need to go out more, especially after that, and, well, here’s my solution to that. You can’t stay cooped up in your apartment by yourself all the time.” Helaena looked at her and then Aemond. “Both of you.”

She drew in a deep breath then turned to Aemond.

“I’ll give it a shot if you do.”

A date. She was going on a date with Aemond Targaryen, her best friend's brother. The idea shouldn't excite her but she would be lying if she said it didn't make her heart leap up in her throat.

Once Helaena and Aegon left, the rest stood there not really knowing what to do.

"You said you'd give it a shot?" She asked. Aemond nodded. Offering her hand to Aemond, she quickly smirked. "Well then, let's go."

Aemond deeply inhaled, smiled back, and took her hand. She led them out of the cafe and walked them around a block before realizing she didn't know the area at all.

"So…do you know where you're going?" Aemond asked.

"Not really, but that's what an adventure is, right? And this surprise date is certainly one."

Realizing that he was still holding her hand, Aemond pulled his hand away and shoved it into his pocket. Some color stained his face as he coughed and said, "There's a bookshop nearby if you want to check it out."

She stuffed her hands in her pockets as well and glanced a look at Aemond, smiling. "Yeah, sure, that would be great."

In comfortable silence, the two made their way to a hole in the wall bookshop. Her eyes widened at the view. She thought this was going to be your usual bookshop. But this was no ordinary bookshop. This was heaven on earth. What looked like a mess to an outsider was really shelves upon shelves of books that have been loved. Some were donated books with scrawling annotations for the next reader to delve into. Others were sparkling new, completely untouched, books ready to be loved and hated.

"Hey, Aemond!" A friendly voice sounded.

At the counter was a guy who didn't look like your stereotypical bookshop employee. If anything, he was the opposite. His face was worn and he had what looked like an itchy five o'clock shadow. He obviously worked out and could easily be assumed to be an off-standish person but his eyes were kind and welcoming.

"Cregan, hey. Just wanted to show my, uh, date here,the place," Aemond introduced.

Cregan gave you a welcoming smile. "Go on in, my guys. If you find anything you want you know where to find me," he winked at Aemond before turning back to his work.

Aemond took her hand and led them through the shelves, weaving in and out. "There's this one spot here that I think you'll love," he said.

A red tinge creeped up to her cheek as she smiled and picked up her pace to keep up with Aemond. The only thing she knew they had in common was Shakespeare so she could only assume this has to do with those famous works. Her mind flooded with thoughts of The Tempest and Richard III. Those beautiful, and in Richard III's case, subtly distressing, stories.

She once saw this production of Richard III had a grunge, steam-punk style but still maintained some modern form of politics, suits and all. The beauty of it, the darkness splattered with blood, and the eerie chanting of the opening line in Richard's monologue, "Now is the winter of our discontent," over and over again, layered on top of each other until all that could be heard was a cacophony of voices. The mere thought of it sent shivers down her spine and caused her to physically respond.

Aemond felt her little shiver while he was directing her to nook that was what he considered his own private spot. He tugged her hand a little more as they closed in and came to a stop.

"We're here," he said.

She pulled her attention away from her memory and took in the beauty that was before her. Stacks upon stacks of Shakespeare's plays ranging from old and used to new and pristine. There were even programs of professional productions scattered around. She released Aemond's hand and slowly approached the book shelf closest to her. Her hand grazed the spines of these books, these plays, that have granted her an escape from reality.

Aemond watched her as she explored the section. He couldn't help but stare at the wonder in her eyes. While she was flustered and a bit scatterbrained when they first met, here she was calm and inspired. It was as though every step she took was calculated. She stopped at a book and carefully reached for it.

"Macbeth," she breathed out.

She simply stared at the beautiful copy, a collector's edition. The cover was a soft black with gold roses interwoven with snakes. In the middle was elegant silver lettering of the title sitting above a bubbling cauldron.

"You dare say the title aloud?" Aemond feigned concern.

Snapping out of her trance, she smack Aemond with the same play she was entranced with and rolled her eyes."We're not in a theater so we're fine."

Aemond crossed his arms and leaned on the nearest book shelf and chuckled. "Are you telling me that you actually believe in that superstition?"

She gently laid the book down and slowly walked up to him. "Of course I believe it. You'd believe it if the myth became reality to you too."

"I'm sorry, love, but I don't believe you," Aemond said. He silently cursed at himself for calling her love and prayed to the gods she didn't hear him.

She heard him.

"Now," Aemond started, "I've never been involved with a Shakespeare play -"

She was quick to cut him off, "and that's where I have the one up on you." She gave him a little smirk. "Let me tell you the story of the Old Valyria Theatre." She dramatically cleared her throat before beginning the tale.

"On a dark and stormy night -"

"Was it really dark and stormy?" Aemond interrupted.

The storyteller huffed and rolled her eyes. "No, but I was having fun so shut up."

Aemond gave an amused smile and nodded his head to let her continue.

"Anyway, it was fucking August, happy now?"

"Very," he said with a cheeky grin.

"Okay, so it's August and the Old Valyria Theatre decides to take on a Shakespeare show, like any other company does. Such a big brain idea, I know. Out of all the plays, they chose Macbeth hoping the audience would have some knowledge of the play and it's nuances. Old Valyria Theatre had a stellar cast, every actor playing a named role had previous experience with Shakespeare, which is always a plus. Shakespeare is fucking hard."

"Hmmm."

"Don't 'hmmm' me, Aemond. It is! You're distracting me again."

"Wonderful, experienced cast, right? Well, except for the children who played Fleance and Macduff's son; they were menaces to society. Everyone told them the significance of the 'myth' of Macbeth as well as other superstitious within theatre. Of course, like all children, they didn't really care and thought it was all fun and stupid. Until the accident." She stopped and stared at Aemond.

"The accident? Really? I don't think it's truly that dramatic, love, but go on." Aemond shook his head.

"Okay fine, it wasn't all that dramatic but it was still pretty intense. Because these kids were little shits, they tried out all the other superstitions: whistling in a theater, turning off the ghost light when everyone has gone, and yelling good luck. Once the first week of shows were finished, the cast knew they were pushing their luck by continuing the rest of the month but they kept going. The show must go on, right? Well, as they were closing up, the one playing Macduff ran up to the second floor platform and yelled out 'MACBETH!' Everyone in the theater looked at the kid in fear as he laughed his ass off. He was laughing so hard that he had to lean on the railing and, lo and behold, the railing broke and the kid fell off and nearly broke his tailbone. Aemond, I'm telling you the curse is real!"

Aemond cocked his head to the side and pondered the story. "So you're telling me," he started, "that you believe the curse of Macbeth is real because a kid decided to be a little shit, scream it, and then ended up falling off a set piece?" He chuckled and shook his head. "That's just kids being stupid and sets not being properly built."

"It was safe! We had gone on it thousands of times! There's no other explanation!" She argued.

"Okay, okay, I'll take your word for it," he said as he pushed himself off the bookshelf and slung an arm over her shoulders.

She leaned into him and snaked a hand around his waist as they headed out.

"Not buying anything?" Cregan asked when they appeared.

"Eh," Aemond said while the girl beside him called out.

"Next time, I swear!" She giggled a bit and pushed herself closer to Aemond.

The two walked out of the bookshop, still linked to each other. Aemond looked at her and thought she was the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. When he first saw her he knew she was pretty but watching her become so passionate and silly over Shakespeare made everything about her shine.

They were heading back to the coffee shop when Aemond paused, almost tripping her, and blurted out what he's been wanting to say ever since the book shop. "Wanttoheadtomyplace?" He blurted.

"I'm sorry, what? I couldn't make out what you were saying."

Aemond took a deep breath. "Want to head to my place? It's not far and it's warmer and we don't have to spend extra money."

She looked at him with bright eyes. "Yeah, let's go."

It was a bit of a longer walk to Aemond's apartment but neither of them minded it much. Aemond held her hand right, refusing to let it go for even the briefest of moments. He still couldn't believe that a set up from Helaena and Aegon would actually pull through but here she is. This beautiful young woman who is as witty as she is passionate.

Around two blocks away from the apartment Aemond squeezed her hand and came to a stop. "I know I said we'd go to my place but I want to show you this first. That okay? I know it's freezing out here."

She gave him a small smile. "Yeah, sure! I don't mind the cold, really. Kinda makes me feel alive, you know?"

"I do. The cold makes you…feel." He paused for a moment, lost in thoughts when a tug pulled him out of it.

"So this place you wanted to show me? I'm intrigued now."

"Yeah, um, right this way."

He led her through the city, weaving between pedestrians. As brisk as the walk was, she couldn't help but take in the beautiful sights, a dusting of snow beginning to lay upon it all. Shops had their Christmas lights up and began to glow. The smell of pine danced through the air along with sugary sweets as they passed a bakery. The smells and the sights had her so entranced that she didn't realize Aemond had come to a stop.

“I wanted to show you this,” he said as he turned to face you. “I don't know if this is considered moving too fast but something about you feels…right.”

No, I agree, Aemond. It does feel right,” she smiled at him and stepped closer. Wrapped her arms around his waist and resting her head against him she knew he was right. He felt right. This felt right.

Aemond wrapped his arms around her and held on tight, resting his chin on her head.

After a few moments of simply taking her in, he stepped aside to reveal the hidden beauty. It was a lake. A beautiful lake that sparkled even more than it usually would. The ice on top reflected the sun in the most perfect way it was as though it came straight out of a fairytale. Despite the lake being further from the hustle and bustle, it was also decorated with bells and lights among the trees.

“Aemond, this is stunning,” she said in awe.

A slight breeze encouraged the trees to dance and the bells that decorated them jingled a little song. Like the lights on the shops, these lights were beginning to glow as well.

She stepped forward, the pull of the lake too strong to be ignored. Aemond wrapped his arms around her waist and gently rocked them back and forth. She turned to face him and he pressed his forehead against hers. His breath was warm against hers as he gently bumped his nose against hers.

“May I kiss you?” he whispered. It was almost too quiet for her to hear.

“Yes.”

Aemond gently closed the gap between them and brought his lips to hers. It wasn’t a rushed kiss, it was simply soft and sweet.

“‘I kiss thee with a most constant heart’,” he said as they pulled apart.

“Henry IV, Part 2, good choice,” she laughed. “Cheesey, but a good choice nonetheless.”

*“Would you rather I call you my acorn, my knotgrass?” He joked.

“Really? Acorn and knotgrass? That’s an insult!” she said. “If you call me either of those then I’ll climb you and scratch your eyes out,” she grinned.

“Scratch my eyes out? Yeah, that doesn’t seem great but climbing me? Maybe I’ll take that chance.”

Aemond captured her lips once again but there was little softness this time. There was passion. Aemond swiped his tongue across her bottom lip asking for permission. She opened and let him in, all of him in. When their tongues touched it was as though lightning struck her. She wanted him and she wanted more. Her hands moved up to the nape of his neck and pulled him closer while his grip on her waist tightened. When they broke apart they pressed their foreheads together again.

“Can you take me to your apartment now?” She asked him.

“Absolutely,” he said with a kiss.

Aemond grabbed her hand and tugged her away from the lake and back to the sidewalk. This time there was a rush to get to his apartment. No waiting, no time to take in everything. The main goal was to get to the apartment.

The young woman holding his hand couldn’t keep the excitement at bay. Every time he squeezed her hand a shot of anticipation ran through her and straight to her core. All she could think about was his lips on hers, his hands all over her, his hands going under her shirt and -

“Thank the fucking gods we’re here,” Aemond interrupted her thoughts and dragged you into his apartment.

As soon as the door closed she was on him. She took charge and pushed him against the wall but Aemond wouldn’t have that. As soon as his back was against the wall he flipped them over so she was the one pressed against it.

“Trying to gain the upper hand, my flower?” He teased her while kissing down her neck.

“Flower? What happened to acorn? I thought - oh, fuck,”

Aemond brought his lips back up her neck and nipped at her earlobe. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I - I thought you were going to -”

He ran his hands down her body only to snake them under her sweater. The skin on skin contact shot pleasure all the way through her.

“Aemond please,” she begged.

“Aemond please what?” he smiled against her lips as he captured them once more.

“Please touch me.”

Aemond immediately brought his hands around her to unclasp her bra underneath her sweater. He slowly brought them back around and gently swiped a thumb over a nipple. His cold hands were quick to harden them and all she could do was whine. She arched her back to get more friction but as soon as she did he took a step back.

“Gods, you’re beautiful.” Aemond took this moment to take her in, her face flushed and her hair slightly messy.

She, however, took this moment to pull his hands back to her and encourage him to take off her sweater. Aemond chuckled at her impatience.

“Slow down, don’t you want to make this last?” He asked her.

“Yes, I want to make it last but I need to get out of my clothes and so do you,” she growled.

Aemond let her take off his clothes. She wanted revenge, though, and she had a plan once she stripped him of his jacket and shirt. He took her hand and led her to his bed. She pushed him down and stepped away from him.

“You want to be a tease? I’ll tease you back,” she told him.

He leaned back on one hand and watched her as she slowly stripped all her clothes off. She swung her hips and played with the hem of her shirt, making sure that Aemond could see just the tiniest bit of her tits before pulling it back down. She walked up to him and turned around to grind her ass on him as she took off her shoes and socks. She could feel him move to grab her but as soon as he did she moved away from him.

“Nope, no touching, Aemond. I told you if you wanted to be a tease then I’ll tease you back.”

She heard him growl in frustration but that only spurred her on even more. With her back still facing him, she slowly shimmied out of her jeans, leaving her in only her panties and sweater. When she turned around Aemond was out of his pants and underwear and touching himself at the sight of her. She smiled at him and lifted the sweater over her head before sauntering over to straddle him.

She bent down and whispered in his ear. “Is this what you wanted, babe?”

“Holy fuck yes,” Aemond responded. Immediately he flipped them over so he was on top and she was laying flat on his bed.

He kissed her hard before dragging his mouth over her jaw and down her neck. He nipped at her collarbone and she tangled her hands in his hair, urging him to go lower. Aemond complied and kissed his way to her tits, slowly circling from the outside of them to the pert nipple. But he wouldn’t touch her where she wanted, not yet. He kissed right next to her nipple then blew on it, causing it to become a peak. She whined and arched her back wanting more. Aemond looked up to see her eyes closed and smiled before finally taking one of her nipples into his warm mouth.

“Fuck, Aemond,” she whined.

“Is this what you wanted, babe?” he parroted back.

“Yes, yes, please!”

“Don’t worry, there’s more.” He switched to the other nipple and brought his hand up to the one he just left to play with it.

It felt so good, she could feel herself soaking her panties. Aemond could feel it too when she tried to grind against him. He smiled against her before letting go of her nipple with a pop and bringing his lips back to hers.

“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are. But I think you need a little more, do you agree?”

All she could do was nod in response as he kissed his way past her tits and down to her core. He kissed her over her panties and made her arch up.

“Patience, babe.”

He placed a hand on her lower stomach to keep her from bucking up as he continued to kiss her over her panties. He soon let go of her to drag them down. Aemond licked his lips at the sight of her glistening pussy. This was all his, she was this wet because of him and the thought drove him crazy. He gave her little to no time to recover before he was back between her legs, kissing and licking. He pressed an open mouth kiss to her center before dipping the tip of his tongue inside her. She cried out in pleasure as he began fucking her with his tongue. He brought one hand up to knead one of her breasts and play with a nipple while the other gently stroked her clit. She could feel the pressure building up.

“Aemond, please, I’m gonna cum,” she cried.

He simply hummed against her and picked up the pace with everything. It was all too much. The pleasure building inside her was coming to a breaking point and with a slight pinch to her clit she soaked him.

Aemond pulled away smiling. “Fuck, you taste perfect,”

He bent down to kiss her and she savored the taste of herself on him. He was hers, she knew it.

“Tell me what you want,” he said against her.

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered against her.

“Good, because that’s all I’ve been thinking about since the lake.”

He pulled away from her and let her position herself in a more comfortable position while he reached for a condom in a drawer.

“Don’t worry, I’m on the shot,” she grabbed his arm and pulled him close. “I want to feel all of you inside me.”

Something snapped in Aemond that had him on top of her in an instant. His hands were on her tits and he could feel her reaching for his cock. She gently tugged him forward, lining him with her entrance.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Now fuck me, Aemond.”

In a quick motion he sheathed himself inside her as she cried out loud in pleasure.

He let himself settle but she didn’t want to waste any time. While Aemond was catching his breath she moved her hips against him. He gripped her hips and pulled out slightly before slamming back into her. She didn’t want any slow fucking, she wanted fast and she wanted hard.

Aemond’s grip on her hips didn’t lessen as he fucked her into the bed. But he wanted to go deeper. He pulled out of her, making her whine, but was quick to flip her over so she was on her hands and knees. He pushed her down so her chest was against the bed and her ass was in the air.

“Fucking love this pussy, and it’s fucking mine.”

Aemond wasted no time joining them together again. This was even better. She could feel him hit all the right spots, making the pressure build up again. She felt Aemond’s hand snake around her hips as he started to rub small circles on her clit.

He bent down over her and whispered, “I need you to cum on my cock, babe.”

“AEMOND,” she screamed as the pleasure peaked.

“Fucking hell,” Aemond said as he felt her tighten around him. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. You feel so good, taking me so well.”

“Please, please, please,” she begged. “Please cum inside me, I want it please. I want you.”

Aemond’s thrusts became erratic, his grip on her so tight that they would leave bruises. He began pulling all the way out and slamming back in. With one last thrust he finished inside her, collapsing on top.

Together they lay there, his cock still inside her.

“Fucking hell, that was perfect. You are perfect,” Aemond whispered as he kissed her cheek.

He slowly got up and pulled out of her. “I’m gonna clean us up, okay?”

“Okay,” she breathed out.

When he left the room she rolled over on her back and stared at the ceiling. That was the most perfect fuck she has ever had and it was with someone she actually liked. This was perfect, he was perfect.

Aemond came back with a wet rag and cleaned her up, being careful around her clit and core. When he was done he discarded the rag and got into bed with her and held her.

“So what do we think about this? Want to make this an us?” He asked.

“Yes, let’s make this an us,” she smiled at him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before tucking into his chest and falling asleep.

*Acorn and knotgrass/climbing and clawing eyes out is a reference to Midsummer Night’s Dream when someone was called an acorn for being short*

#bean fics #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #hotd modern au #modern!aemond #modern!au #modern!aemond x reader #modern!aemond x you

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The Dirt (Your Version)

Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.

A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Reader, Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Language,

Previous Chapter

Chapter 10- Scars are beautiful

Even months after the tragic car accident, it was difficult for you to recover from the fear and grief you felt. Vince was a total mess between his guilt and forced sobriety due to his jail release conditions. Your brother was trying, but he was struggling.

Arriving at the studio nearly three months later had you filled with mixed emotions. The scars had healed and faded in colour but were still prominent against your skin.

Tommy was the only one at the studio when you walked through the doors and instantly greeted you with a tight hug.

You melted into the drummer's arms and hugged him back just as tightly not wanting to let go.

Tommy was safe. You felt safe in his arms and after what happened, you needed that comfort, and he must have sensed it too because he held onto you for a few long minutes without saying a word.

"I'm sorry I haven't been around lately. Heather has-"

"Don't." You whispered, pulling away and looking up at him. "You don't need to apologise. I've been fine."

His hazel eyes softened, "are you okay though?"

You shrugged your shoulders hating how you could feel tears burning in the back of your eyes at that question.

You had been able to hide your emotions from Vince all these months, not wanting to cry in front of your brother and worry him. You had spent so long bottling up your feelings that a simple question from Tommy had those feelings spilling out involuntarily.

"Hey, talk to me." Tommy said gently noticing the tears rising in your eyes.

You shook your head and looked away, blinking back the tears.

"I can't go on stage anymore." You whispered, your voice catching in your throat.

"What are you talking about?"

"My face looks like a fucking roadmap. I can't... I can't be Mötley's backup singer looking like this."

"That's bullshit." Tommy insisted before he lifted his hand and cupped the side of your face gently turning your head towards him. "You're beautiful, Y/N. Those scars don't change that."

Your eyes locked with his warm hazel ones as he smiled softly at you before lowering his hand. You fought the urge to chase his touch, missing the contact instantly.

Suddenly, the studio door squeaked open, and you glanced over your shoulder to find Mick Mars walking inside but the older man paused when he saw you for the first time since the accident.

"Shit, kid." He sighed walking over and pulling you into a hug without hesitation.

The embrace caught you by surprise. Mick was never a hugger, but you didn't waste any time in hugging him back though. The studio door opened once again just as you and Mick pulled apart while Nikki strolled inside.

"Hey." Nikki greeted, not really looking at anyone closely as he dumped his notebook and stack of loose papers filled with lyrics on the table across the room.

"Hey, man." Tommy replied.

Nikki scanned over his papers quickly ensuring they were all there before he turned and faced the three of you. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words died in his throat when he saw you for the first time since dropping you off from the hospital all those months ago.

"Hey, Sixx." You greeted giving him a small nervous smile.

Nikki was always good at masking his expression, even now as he took in the faded scars for the first time, he didn't allow his emotions to show.

"Hey, princess." He eventually said, slowly walking across the room.

He stopped in front of you, his sea green eyes a little red and glossy. He had a faraway look about him, like he wasn't entirely there, and your heart sunk realising that Nikki was high.

It wasn't unusual. Nikki was high a lot. The other guys were too. But this wasn't from marijuana or cocaine. This was different. There were faint needle marks on his inner arm that he was clearly trying to hide. Nikki was injecting something a lot more dangerous than coke and that terrified you.

The bassist didn't comment on the scars despite not hiding the fact he was looking at them. Instead, he turned his attention back to the music and you all followed him over to the couches by the coffee table while you waited for Vince.

Your brother was late, but nobody mentioned it when he arrived at the studio, but there were no tearful reunions from the guys either. A vague sense of sadness engulfed the room, as if an ex-wife had suddenly burst through the doors.

"What's up, dude?" Tommy greeted looking over at Vince as he walked into the studio.

Your brother smiled softly, "hey."

The room then fell into awkward silence. None of the guys knew what else to say or whether to address the elephant in the room and bring up the topic of the crash.

Tommy and Mick remained seated on the large couch, Nikki sitting on the single seater with his bass laying in his lap while you sat on the edge of the coffee table tapping your boot against the ground anxiously.

Tom Zutaut was pushing for the band to get back to work on this new album and go on tour, but you weren't sure if the guys were ready for that.

"I got, um, the lyrics." Nikki spoke up breaking the looming silence. "I think you may like 'em."

He pointed to the bundle of papers on the coffee table beside you, so you grabbed them and handed the sheets to your brother for him to read through.

"Home Sweet Home?" Vince read the title off the sheet looking over at Nikki.

"It's been too long, buddy." Nikki answered sincerely before picking up the silver tray lined with coke. "Here. Have a bump with me."

"Don't." You gave Nikki a warning look and he rolled his eyes.

"What can it hurt?"

"I just got out of fucking jail." Vince stated sternly causing Nikki to sigh while Tommy and Mick sat silently waiting for the outburst, but it never came. "You're an asshole."

Vince then walked over handing the lyrics back to you and before you could say anything he picked up the makeshift straw and sniffed the drugs clean off the tray.

"Wanna show him the melody?" Nikki asked looking over at Mick.

The older guy nodded and sat himself up straight with a small wince grabbing his guitar before Vince suddenly rushed across the room and proceeded to throw up in the trash can.

Oh, shit.

"What the fuck was that?" Your brother coughed before puking again.

"That was smack." Nikki answered casually.

Your head snapped in the bassist direction, your eyes ablaze with sudden anger. Mick was shaking his head at Nikki and Tommy just stared at him in shock not knowing what to say.

"You guys slip me smack, and I'm the fucking problem?" Your brother groaned wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before marching back over to the group of you and kicking the coffee table you were still sitting on angrily. "Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I'm a monster. I killed Razzle, yeah. Could have happened to any one of you!"

Vince turned on his heels and marched towards the exit.

"Vince, wait-" You stood up from the table.

"Leave me the fuck alone!" He yelled over his shoulder before slamming the door shut behind himself.

"Nice job, Nikki." Mick sighed, slipping his sunglasses back on.

"You're a fucking asshole, you know that?" You spat turning to glare at the bassist.

Nikki looked up at you with eyes emptied of human emotion. Whatever he was injecting was seriously fucking him up.

"That's old news princess." Nikki sneered, snatching the bottle of Jack from the table taking a swig, his eyes never leaving yours. "Vince will come back. Don't worry."

You shook your head while Nikki plucked at his bass strings and drank.

He was right though.

Vince did come back, and the band worked on the new album together. 10-12 hours a day was spent in that recording studio. Some nights you all slept on the couches instead of going back home and after many long months, you had an album you were proud of.

Then, you began the Theatre of Pain tour across the states.

"Is that one going to be a problem?" Nikki asked walking along the stage to where Tommy had just finished kissing Heather goodbye.

You glanced over your shoulder at them from where you were sitting on the edge of stage beside Mick. Nikki was sipping a soda takeaway cup which you were almost certain had some kind of spirit mixed into it.

"What? She's great." Tommy answered.

Nikki snorted, "you're lucky she's hot."

"I know. She's super-hot, right?"

You could hear the smile in Tommys voice before he plonked himself down on the stage lying flat on his back beside you.

"I think I'm in love guys." He admitted looking up at you as you rolled your eyes dangling your feet off the edge of the stage before Nikki sat down on the speaker nearby.

It was early, well, not really, it was afternoon, but after the late night at the local club, you were all still hungover and trying to wake up ready for tonight's show.

Vince sat on a chair in the front row by the stage and waved at Nikki and Tommy who both waved back before Sharise walked down the aisle with little Skylar in her arms.

"Oh, Skylar, is it time to go already?" Vince asked, leaning forward before scooping up his daughter into his arms.

"Say bye to Daddy." Sharise said watching them hug before Skylar caught sight of you by the stage and began to squeal and wriggle in her father's arms trying to get to you.

"Hi baby girl!" You beamed jumping off the edge of the stage which was a little higher than you anticipated but managed to land on two feet before you rushed over.

Skylar held her little arms up towards you and Vince smiled allowing you to pick up your young niece as you spun her around in your arms causing her to coo in joy before resting her against your hip.

Skylar was never phased with the scars over your face. She never knew you without the scars, so the little girl never cared about them which was a silent relief.

Nikki and Tommy were both watching you on the stage, but you were too focused on your niece to notice their eyes.

Skylar babbled sweet nonsense while fiddling with your necklace and you kissed your niece's forehead gently.

"We're going to be late. Come on." Sharise suddenly said walking over and you reluctantly handed the little blonde girl back to her mother, but Skylar didn't seem so happy about that and started to cry.

"I know, baby. You'll see Aunt Y/N soon. Bye Vince, bye Y/N." Sharise said over her shoulder.

"Bye, Sharise." Vince replied and you gave her a friendly smile watching her walk off with your wailing niece.

"Is this bring your fucking girlfriend to work day?" Nikki muttered from the stage.

"Wish I had a girlfriend." Mick mumbled.

"I know, Mick. I know." Nikki sighed, sipping his drink quietly.

"You're good with her." Tommy suddenly said, ignoring the other two guys and you turned around to find him looking in the direction Sharise and Skylar had disappeared. "Skylar. You're good with her."

"She's a good kid." You smiled.

"You ever want kids?" Tommy asked casually causing Nikki to nearly choke on his drink as he coughed.

"Can't picture me as a mother, Sixx?" You chuckled in amusement as he shook his head while hitting his chest trying to breathe after nearly choking.

"No, no, I just... you don't even have a boyfriend."

You raised your eyebrows, "are you keeping tabs on my love life?"

"Or lack of love life, yeah." Nikki corrected causing you to roll your eyes and flip him off.

"Keep it that way. Guys only want one thing and it's fucking disgusting." Vince called out from his chair.

You glanced over at your brother, "you literally hook up with a new girl every day. I don't think you can comment on that."

"I never said I didn't fall into that disgusting category." Vince responded causing the guys to all laugh.

The first show of the tour was a hit.

The crowd were so engaged and hyped. Tommy even did his own drum solo while spinning in the air. it was fucking epic.

It had taken great effort for you to step foot on the stage at the beginning of the night. The guys had helped and supported you which you would forever be grateful for. The unsightly scars on your face were a source of constant self-consciousness, but it also bore witness to your resilience and determination to move forward with your life and not let it hold you back.

The scars had been decorated with glitter that were shimmering under the lights from the stage. The glitter helped your self-consciousness and although you still hated them, they at least looked a little nicer.

The show was going great, however, your microphone decided to stop working when the final song began. Typical.

Tommy was up the front of the stage playing the intro to Home Sweet Home on the piano. It surprised you every time he played the piano despite seeing him do it in the studio numerus times. You kept forgetting that he was secretly a band nerd from high school and could play more than just the drums and play them well.

Suddenly, the fans in the crowd began holding up their lighters while Tommy played the piano and you stood there in awe staring at the lights illuminating the stadium.

Holy shit.

"You know I'm a dreamer But my hearts of gold I had to run away high So I wouldn't come home low"

You felt like you could cry seeing all the lights going round and round in tune with the beat while your brother sung his heart out. Mick and Nikki both stood either side of the stage staring out at the crowd in amazement while Vince continued to sing along to Tommy's tune on the piano.

It was perfect.

You had almost forgotten that your microphone had stopped working too caught up in the moment and in shock at the scene in front of you.

By the time you remembered that it had broken, it was too late to ask the crew backstage for a new one, so you jogged over to Nikki standing nearby catching the bassist by surprise at your sudden appearance.

You danced slowly to the beat beside him and pointed at the microphone before making a dead motion with your hand to your neck. Nikki nodded in understanding while plucking at his bass and moving with your body in sync to the music.

"I'm on my way I'm on my way..." Vince continued to sing.

"Home Sweet Home." You sang in tune to your brother through Nikki's microphone.

Tommy jumped up from the piano throwing his hands in the air at the crowd that cheered loudly before he jogged across the stage to his drum set and sat down behind them. Mick and Nikki played their strings passionately as Tommy started up the beat on the drums keeping a beautifully smooth rhythm while Vince sang.

"You know that I've seen Too many romantic dreams Up in the lights, falling off the silver screen My heart's like an open book For the whole world to read Sometimes nothing keeps me together at the seams."

"I'm on my way I'm on my way..."

"Come on! Sing it!" You shouted at the crowd through the microphone.

"Home sweet home."

Despite it being a new song, the crowd were quick to catch on and sung the words back at you guys enthusiastically.

Vince glanced over at you with a bright smile hearing the fans sing the words for the first time. He didn't seem surprised that you were next to Nikki. It wasn't uncommon for you to share microphones with him and Mick. Hell, Vince had dragged you to the front of stage many times to use his microphone with him too.

You smiled back at your brother, all your worry, self-consciousness and anxiety about performing in front of crowds after the accident faded away as your eyes locked with Vince's before he turned back to the audience.

"Tonight, tonight I'm on my way Just set me free..."

"Home sweet home." You sang the words with Vince.

Nikki was leaning into you while strumming his bass and seemed to be enjoying the closeness while you swayed to the music against him. The girls in the crowd closest to the stage in front of you were screaming loudly with each sway of your hips against Nikki's.

Your brother didn't seem to notice too focused on his own performance, which was a silent relief. So, you continued to sing your parts while you and Nikki practically leant into each other behind the microphone.

By the end of the show, you were all buzzing with excitement.

"Did you see all those lights?!" Tommy practically shouted jumping up and down as you walked off backstage.

"It was pretty cool." Mick admitted.

"Hell yeah, it was cool!" Vince agreed grinning from ear to ear still hyped up from that final song.

"Did you guys know they were going to do that with their lighters?" You asked, glancing over at the others who shook their heads. "I can't believe they just did it on their own."

"Do you think the crowd will do it at other shows?" Vince asked, glancing over at you.

"I fucking hope so. That was awesome!"

Vince grinned, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side for a hug and you chuckled softly sliding your arm around his back as the group of you walked down the corridor.

"This is me. I'm gonna get changed and see you guys back at the hotel." You said, pointing to your dressing room.

Vince kissed the side of your head before saying, "I'm proud of you. I know how hard it was to get back on stage."

You smiled but didn't dare speak. If you did, you'd probably cry, and Vince seemed to notice because he gave you a small smile before letting you go and following the others down the corridor to their own dressing rooms.

You went to close the door behind yourself before Nikki held his hand up stopping it from shutting. He had been uncharacteristically quiet after the show, and you weren't sure why. The others were all so happy after what just happened, but Nikki hadn't commented on it.

"Thanks for letting me use the microphone." You said over your shoulder, not knowing what else to say as you walked over to your dresser and began pulling off your rings before glancing at Nikki through the mirror who was standing awkwardly in the doorway. "You know, you're capable of being a nice guy when you want to be. Why do you give me such a hard time sometimes?"

Nikki hesitated, "I'm not sure."

"Up on stage... I was starting to think it's because you have feelings for me which is crazy because..." You trailed off looking down at your hands not sure why you even started to say that.

"I do have feelings for you."

Your head snapped back up meeting Nikki's smoky eyes through the mirror.

"You do?"

"Yes, I feel that you're a little annoying."

You sighed turning around to face him, "see why? Why, Sixx? Right when I'm about to change my opinion of you-"

Nikki closed the distance between the two of you and silenced you by cupping the side of your face and kissing you roughly. You took no time to collect yourself before kissing him back with double the amount of passion making him smile into the kiss.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to do that on stage." Nikki whispered against your lips.

"Guys!" Tommy's voice suddenly called out followed by a knock on the door.

Nikki ignored him and turned his attention back to you. His hands travelled to your back, sliding underneath your shirt as he gripped the small of your waist before lifting you up onto the desk like you weighed nothing.

"Guys. C'mon, open the door. I know what you're doing in there. I saw you all over each other on stage." Tommy continued to say his knocking turning louder. "Guys!"

Nikki let out a frustrated groan before marching over and opening the door to find the drummer standing there with his knuckles up mid knock. Tommy stared at the bassist for a moment taking in his lipstick-stained lips before glancing over at you sitting on the desk with your shirt riled up.

"Thought you said this was in the past?" Tommy eventually said, his hazel eyes glued to yours.

"You jealous, T-bone?" Nikki teased.

Tommy scoffed but it was all fake and you knew it.

"If you weren't dating Heather, I'd probably kiss you too." You piped up and if it wasn't for the liquid courage of alcohol you had drunk during the show there was no way you'd have the guts to say that.

Nikki's head snapped in your direction, and you had expected to see him angry or annoyed by your comment but there was something almost exciting that flashed across his face before he turned back to Tommy.

"You wanna join? It's not like we haven't shared a girl before."

Tommy's eyes widen before he glanced over at you hesitantly and you raised your eyebrows waiting for an answer.

"Fuck, I'm weak." Tommy mumbled to himself before he walked into the dressing room locking the door shut.

Nikki grinned, "atta boy."

You reached out, your fingers hooking into the straps of Tommy's leather suit before you pulled him close and captured his lips with yours.

Tommy's body was tense for a moment like he was beginning to have second thoughts. You were about to pull away but then he started to relax, and his hands reached up cupping your face tenderly before he started to kiss you back.

Nikki was now pressed up against your other side placing a trail of kisses down your neck causing you to moan softly against Tommy's mouth. You could feel Tommy's package starting to turn hard against you, Nikki's own poking into your side through his tight restricting leather pants.

"How-how far are we taking this." You gasped, breaking away from Tommy's lips.

"As far as you want, baby." Tommy answered, caressing your cheek as his eyes flicked up to the scar over your eye.

You ducked your head not wanting him to see it and Nikki must have sensed the shift in your posture because he stopped sucking on your neck and looked up in confusion.

"What's the matter?" He asked, his voice rougher than usual.

"You're beautiful, Y/N. That scar doesn't change anything." Tommy insisted knowing exactly what you were thinking.

"Hey. Princess, look at us. Look at us." Nikki ordered before hooking his thumb under your chin and raising your head until your eyes reluctantly met theirs. "That's it. Good girl."

Nikki smiled softly before cupping your cheek and tracing the scar along your jaw with his thumb gently.

"Tommy's right. You're beautiful. These scars are beautiful."

"But-" you began to say before Tommy cut you off.

"You are beautiful." He insisted, resting his hand on your thigh while Nikki continued to trace the scar with a small smile.

"Who cares what anyone else thinks. You're ours and you're fucking perfect." Nikki stated before his lips met yours and he kissed you passionately.

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All for You (Bonten)

SUMMARY: Mikey decides to watch as his Executives fuck you.

Content Warnings: pwp lol, dark content, gangbang, slight noncon, mildly dubious consent i guess, cuckolding, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, blowjobs, orgasm denial, voyeurism, noncon filming, spitroasting, breeding kink, explicit language, female reader

a/n: goodbye bonten, it was nice while you lasted :) anyway support and ship byler for clear skin, i haven’t recovered from stranger things yet.

“Excuse me—you want me to do what?" You stutter at your boyfriend, Manjiro Sano, Bonten's leader and titular head.

"You heard me." Mikey says, settling into his plush chair resembling a throne facing the bed. He is the epitome of elegant perfection, dressed entirely in black. "Let my executives fuck you."

"W-wouldn't that bother you?" You softly mumble as you whip your head to look at the seven expensive-looking men lounging around you and your boyfriend’s shared bedroom.

He only waves his hand as if dismissing something trivial. "I want to watch."

Your jaw drops at the thought. Your head is spinning so fast that you suddenly can’t tell what’s left or right. In spite of this, molten fire flows through your veins as your heart thumps in your chest. Your boyfriend? Wants to watch you get fucked? By his executives?

"Undress." Mikey commands

"Huh—" The immediate embarrassment and guilt at the notion of undressing in front of his executives makes your skin feel icy.

"Mikey." You utter his name so softly and quietly.

"I'm not repeating myself." He tells you. It's a one-time warning. Even when it comes to his own lover, Manjiro Sano is not known for mercy.

Tears well up along your waterline, and you take a deep breath before reaching towards your chest to unbutton your blouse.

Your fingers quiver as you slide your dress over your shoulders and onto the ground. You know better than to cover yourself with your hands; after all, who cares who looks at you as long as you're Mikey's?

Who cares about the men whose gaze is drawn down the length of your body which is draped in a tight bra and thong?

Your breath trembles as you unclasp your bra and bend down to remove the stringy underwear.

“Now entertain me.” Mikey calls as he points to the king-sized bed you two share, urging you to saunter towards it.

“Wait, please. Mikey…” Comes your small whisper. The pit in your stomach still begs you to ask him to stop whatever he plans to do, but his cold obsidian eyes pierce yours— a silent command to continue.

There is something utterly appealing about being hungrily stared at by seven men in the room who are ready to outright devour you; it sends waves of heat through your body and between your thighs, knowing what is soon to come.

Seven horrifyingly familiar men prowl around, slowly slinking towards the king-sized bed where you sat. They are eagerly waiting for the moment they’re able to pounce and take what they want from you. The pink-haired madman smiles widely, scars wrinkling at the corners of his mouth.

Impatient and eager, the slow, heavy footsteps of Mikey's most trusted men echoes in your ears as your stomach twists in anticipation of what they can give you. But the men didn't move on you yet, they are waiting for permission as their leader sits on his throne, watching, teasing you from afar without even lifting a finger.

"M-Mikey," you call again. Your eyes shift to him, full of questions and doubt. "Please, it's you I want—not them."

Bonten’s number two, Sanzu Haruchiyo clicks his tongue and shakes his head in displeasure, “Y/N, you heard the boss.”

The Bonten leader remains silent, however, and instead just leans back on his throne comfortably, crossing his pale arms over his chest. They're taking too long, these men.

The curl of displeasure on Mikey's lips sends a trickle of fear down your spine. This can't go on.

"I’m sorry—please," you suddenly say, and you cannot bring yourself but to be embarrassed when it comes out cracked and thin. Your voice immediately silenced the room as they all turned their attention to you. You keep your head down, eyes squeezing shut and arms trembling. "Please just fuck me already."

Those must have been the magic words, because all Mikey did was give a slight nod of the head before his executives came lunging around you.

"Can she take us though?" The lanky purple-haired executive from the corner wonders.

"She can and she will," Mikey says confidently. "Kakucho, since you're her childhood friend, you get first taste." The leader's command brokers no room for an upheaval. The remaining guys glower in envy when Kakucho got up from his position. In all honesty, Mikey is aware that Kakucho has been eyeing you. He's well aware that Kakucho has been pining for a taste of you.

As he splays you across the bed, Kakucho's eyes are widening and his heart is pounding like thunder inside his chest. With that, he lowers himself to his knees in front of you. Mikey stares cooly as he watches Kakucho pry your legs open.

His heterochromatic eyes remain on yours as he leans in and very slowly drags his tongue up. He only does that a few times before sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth, sucking softly—teasingly—and swirling the flat of his tongue against it. Your thighs clamp around his head like a vice, a shocked cry escapes your lips. The first lick turns your muscles to jelly, and your hips immediately rock against his mouth.

"Fuck!" You let out a loud yelp as you grab the bedsheets on either side of your body. He continues by pushing the tip of his tongue between your lower lips and sliding it up to your clit, flicking against it. Part of him wants to tease you, to tell you that he's just started, but instead he keeps licking your clit, hungrily lapping at it.

So, as you come undone, your legs quiver on either side of Kakucho’s head as you grip the sheets, loudly moaning. Still, he doesn’t bother pulling away. He sucks on your clit even harder, his tongue roughly grinding against it as he did. His dick twitches in anticipation as you let out more wanton moans. He wants to be inside you so badly. Wants to bend your body—wants to see the woman of his dreams beg for his dick.

“Oh, God!" You shriek, squirming.

A quiet laugh escapes him, the noise vibrating around you as he continues, refusing to let go, though he soon finds himself wincing at your tight grip on his hair while you arch your back.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time," he confesses. His face is glistening with your slick. "I can't believe Mikey would let us."

"And you might never have again if you don't shut the fuck up," Kokonoi snaps. "Move."

Without warning, two fingers push into you, working their way to the last knuckle. The man with long silver hair starts roughly fucking you on his fingers, his arm quickly moving back and forth while the pads press and stroke at your sweet spot.

You start moaning right away at the sudden stimulation. Your back arches again, and your legs tremble beneath you while you attempt to stifle your moans. But Kokonoi doesn’t let up, he increases his pace instead, and the way your pussy tightens around his fingers tells him you are growing close to your peak again.

Just as you are ready to tip over it—just as you are right on the precipice—Koko pulls his fingers out, leaving you on the edge and clenching around nothing. And then his palm comes down on your ass, smacking both cheeks at the same time with a loud crack echoing off the walls.

You whine, your brows furrowing. "Oh please"

Leaning down enough so his lips are right beside your ear, his voice drops, "Only good girls get to cum. And you haven’t gained the boss's commendation yet, princess.”

He immediately sticks his fingers down your throat, tasting yourself and gagging you.

You can hear the sound of belt buckles coming undone as the next men start to pull their pants down, panting in anticipation. The first dick that came out was the ruddy one in front of your face, owned by the tall, smiling, gorgeous man with gelled locks, Ran Haitani. Kokonoi's fingers had been removed from your throat not long after they'd been forced in there. And after being hoisted up on all fours now, with Ran's cock in front of your face, you know your job.

You open your mouth wide, tongue lolling out, as Ran slides the underside of his shaft along your tongue, rubbing it against the wet muscle before pushing it into the confines of your mouth. He goes slow at first—which is surprising, if not annoying, because you need him to fuck your face right now and get this over with—but it doesn’t last long as he grabs a fistful of your hair and holds your head still while he starts fucking your throat.

Since you’re on your hands and knees, the angle of your throat was a straight path, making it much easier for him to slide right into it, and you had learned long ago to let your jaw go slack and to open your throat up so you wouldn't gag when in this position.

“Fuck, so damn good, ” Ran whispers to himself.

A second cock pushes inside your cunt, and that push isn’t a simple push, it’s a shove, and there’s no time to adjust before you are being slammed into over and over and over. You can’t hold back the keen that starts to leave you, but it is immediately cut off by Ran, who is fucking your face, his rhythm alternating with that of Rindou, his younger brother, who is fucking you from behind.

You can feel the cock in your mouth nearly pulsing as it keeps going in and out, in and out, and you know he is close; plus, he’s gripping your hair tighter, pulling your face into each thrust he makes into your mouth, even as Rindou behind you is pulling your hips back into each thrust he makes.

Ran soon comes, and when he does, he pulls your face completely against his groin to where your nose is buried against his bush and your chin is pressed against his balls as his spend spurts down your throat. You swallow around him, taking it all in, hearing him groan above you from the feeling of your throat constricting as well as from his climax; when he pulls out, you gasp for air before coughing, attempting to regain yourself.

A rough snap of hips against your ass makes you yelp. The cock fucking your cunt is pulled out as the man with the purple mullet moves around and is suddenly in front of your face. A quick glance upward told you it was Rindou Haitani before he shoved his dick in your mouth just like his older brother had.

"You look amazing," Rindou tells you. "So damn beautiful.

You can taste yourself on him; the slick from your core is strong and tangy and mixed with the salt on his own skin; it is intoxicating, to say the least, and you can’t help but swirl your tongue around his shaft to get as much of that taste as you can while he’s thrusting into your mouth.

Another cock is suddenly shoved into your pussy, this one a little thicker than the last, and you groan around the one in your mouth. Rindou curses beneath his breath as he hilts himself in your mouth just as the pink-haired man does in your cunt, grinding his hips against your ass teasingly and making you wiggle yourself against him, silently asking for more.

When they’re both beginning to fuck you again, your throat is already sore, but you can’t care less as you eagerly suck Rindou hard, your cheeks caving while you try to please him, hoping you'd get some sort of pleasure in return. Thankfully, Sanzu reaches around and beneath you, rubbing calloused fingers against your clit— the moan you let out just as your back arches is the end for Rindou as he spills inside your mouth, his spend salty on your tongue.

You haven't gotten the chance to swallow it down yet, however, before he slips his cock free and gently takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"Let me see," Rindou quietly orders, and when your eyes meet his—a pretty lavender they are—you open your mouth and stick out your tongue, showing his cum on the pink muscle; you close your mouth again and swallow it, before showing him your tongue once more that his sperm is no longer there. "Good girl," he purrs, brushing his thumb along your lower lip before he stands and starts pulling his pants up as he leaves the bed, but not before eyeing the grinning pink-haired man behind you, pocketing something.

You watch after the younger Haitani for a second before strong hips snap against your ass again and you yell, your head dropping, and there is a coiling of heat in your belly. You spread your legs a bit more for Sanzu, encouraging him to keep going, begging him to take you harder, faster, deeper, to give you more, more, more as that coiling grew tighter and tighter and tighter.

While Sanzu knew how he got to the point of you lying on your stomach, ass slightly sticking up in the air as he straddles your thighs and fucks you from behind, what he wasn’t sure of was how his phone ended up in his hands with the video camera turned on to the point where he’s recording himself fucking his boss’s girlfriend.

"Fuck, princess, you are so goddamn hot," Sanzu breathes, his words slurred. "Mikey is a lucky man." He focuses the camera on how his cock moves in and out of you while his free hand grasps one of your ass cheeks, pulling to spread you open and show exactly where his dick disappeared before releasing and clapping his hand down on your rear, coaxing a quiet yelp from you. "I’m going to watch this so much. You have—ohhfuck—you have n-no idea."

His thrusts are speeding up, garnering louder noises from you while his eyes focus on the way your ass ripples with each thrust; the sight alone is too good not to focus on, and he moves his phone around to get a shot of it. But just as you're ready to explode, ready to tip over that edge, his hands are pulled away along with his dick—

"No cameras." It’s Mikey who speaks up as he yanks Sanzu away from you before snatching the device and throwing it across the room, breaking it to smithereens.

You crane your head backward, bending your neck even when it’s painful just to see Mikey’s reaction. Irritated. Annoyed. That’s what he looks like right now.

A rush of fear runs down Sanzu’s spine as he gathers himself up, uttering words of apology to his king. You know better than to try to reach between your legs to satisfy yourself. Instead, you push through it, gritting your teeth as Sanzu, who'd just edged you, is now in front of your face.

"I’m sorry pretty thing. I should’ve known Boss would get mad." Sanzu apologizes, whether he means it or not, you do not know. "Now you’ve got a job to do, don't you?"

A soft whine escapes your throat just as you open your mouth, expecting him to push in, but he doesn’t. Instead, he stands motionless, waiting for you to work his cock instead of him fucking your face; and while this is certainly a blessing, you still disliked him for what he did.

Your tongue comes out of your mouth again, this time to drag up his length before you slip the head of his cock into your mouth. However just as you did, Takeomi Akashi, Bonten's Advisor slips into you from behind, shoving deep in your cunt and making you keen around the pink-haired man's dick in your mouth.

You close your eyes at the admission, pouring all your attention on the cock in your mouth. You cannot do more than bobbing your head slightly and lapping at it. Every time Takeomi thrusts in, it moves your head to take Sanzu's cock further in. You're rocked between the two executives like that, used like a toy.

It doesn’t take long for either of the two men to finish; Takeomi—having done the same as Sanzu by rubbing your clit and bringing you so close to the edge, only to pull out and away just before you tip over into your orgasm.

Thankfully, none of them came inside you—Takeomi comes on your back while Sanzu comes on your face, his cum stringing along your cheeks, nose, and mouth.

"Mochi, your turn. I want you to show me," Mikey orders.

Mochi moves, but he does not understand immediately. You do. You bring yourself up to lean back against Mochi's wide chest and whisper, "Show him how you fuck me."

Mochi breathes in deeply. "Fuck," he exclaims. He sits on the ball of his heels, leaning back. He's a massive man, and you're folded in half as he lifts you up by your knees to sit on his cock.

Everyone can see his huge member inside your hole from this position. Kokonoi and Kakucho appear in your peripheral view, hand massaging in their pants as they look at where you and Mochi are connected, while the Haitanis are shamelessly stroking themselves beside you.

And then you hear somebody clapping. It’s Sanzu. “Excellent!” he cheers, “Give us a show.”

You throw your head back onto Mochi's broad shoulders, tongue lolling out as his cock drives in deeper than before. Slick drips down his cock to the sheets below, staining the places Mikey and you slept. With your legs spread out for anyone to see, you feel exposed, but it's also extremely arousing due to the way they look at you being treated like a sex doll.

You look for your lover, expecting him to look as cold as ever. When you find him with his cock in hand, pumping at the same rate as Mochi, the coil in your gut snaps.

Slick leaks from your clinching hole as you scream. Electric euphoria washes over you, and all you can say is "Mikey" over and over. Never once did you take your eyes off of him.

Mikey follows suit, seeing your lust-blown face, chest heaving with your orgasm. His seed spills down his cock, and all he can think of is your angelic voice singing his name.

Mochi pulls out and comes with a deep rumble of his chest staining the sheets. His cock was covered in your cum, the white streaks decorating his shaft. "There you go," he pants, once finished, he slowly and carefully lowers you to the bed and disappears from your sight.

All of the men leave you alone on the bed, you ache between your legs, the horrible feeling of being unsatisfied by the man you want is still present. Your head droops and you pant, trying to catch your breath.

Your boyfriend gets up cock still hard, quickly pacing towards you. Leaning down, his lips kiss yours roughly. "That's my girl, you did so well. "

"I need you," you whisper as he towers over your form. You'll let Mikey ravage you in front of these men. Let him feast on your body as he should have.

You’ve had fun, sure, but none of them is Mikey.

Mikey’s rough hand slides onto your back. His fingers touch the area where one of his men had cum on you, and you feel him wipe the spend from your skin before that same hand is brought up to your lips, two fingers held out as he waits, silently and expectantly.

You didn’t need to look at him to know what he wants. You open your mouth, dragging the flat of your tongue along his fingers to clean them off; and he does the same for the cum on your face too, ensuring he got every string of it before finally speaking.

"Good girl." he praises, and you feel your stomach flutter as heat pools between your thighs again; you rub them together to try to gain some friction. Mikey lowers himself to his knees then. "C'mon, love, on your back. I want them to see everything.

You are quick to obey, scrambling to lie on your back. You watch as he undoes his pants, pushing them down enough to pull his cock out. Mikey gives himself a few strokes—already fully hard and probably having been that way for a while now—before hooking his arms beneath your knees and pulling your hips up a little, then pushing himself into you in one quick, deep thrust.

A sigh escapes your mouth when he’s finally, finally inside you.

With your legs hooked over the insides of his elbows and his hands on your waist, he starts fucking you—his thrusts are somewhat slow but also deep as he hits that bundle of nerves inside you that immediately makes you keen; your hands go down and grab onto his wrists, holding them as a means to ground yourself.

He fucks you harder than anyone else that night. He fucks you hard and deep yet slowly, as if he's savoring the moment. He fucks in just where it feels great every time. Even though your voice is worn out, you continue to moan and gasp with delight. Your legs meet behind Mikey's back, and you hook them up to pull him in even deeper, you can feel him in your stomach.

Mikey starts speeding up his thrusts, his cock still rubbing against that same spot over and over and over again to the point where a familiar heat is coiling deep in your belly tighter and tighter.

"Oh god, Mikey," you breathe, your legs already trembling around him. "Harder, baby. Please fuck me harder."

Mikey's fingers dig into your waist as he grunts, taking you harder, his hips snapping against you roughly. "My men knew better than to come inside you, love," he growls, and you mewl from a combination of his possessive words and how he slams into you. "That's my place. That's only for me. You wanna get bred? You get bred by me and only me. Remember that you are mine. "

"Yes, I'm yours," you pant, your words breathy and combined with a light moan. He hikes one of your legs up to his shoulder as he curves his arm around your thigh, his thumb finding your clit between your legs, and you let out a sharp yelp at the sudden sensation. It brings you close to the edge almost immediately. "Oh, fuck, Mikey, I'm so fucking close."

"Are you going to come for me, my love? Gonna come all over my cock? Go ahead and show these boys how pretty you mewl for me. "

"Fuck yes. I'm gonna—"

His hips snap harder against you a few more times, and that’s all it takes to send you over the edge—nails digging into his wrists, and your body trembling, keening.

"Fuck, you sound so goddamn good," he breathes, his thumb still rubbing circles on your clit while your hips and legs jerk from sensitivity. His thrusts are beginning to falter, and you can tell he is getting close, but with the digit still touching your sensitive bud, he is about to send you straight into another climax.

"Oh, god," you gasp.

"How bad do you want me to fill you up, princess?" The hand that isn’t between your legs goes to one of your breasts, squeezing and groping and rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"So fucking bad. Please, Mikey. Please come in me. "

Your mouth falls open, from the combined pleasure of Mikey's cock sliding in and out of you. You squeal loudly as your cunt squirts, throbbing, almost forcing him out. Through your half-lidded eyes, Sanzu, the Haitanis, and even Kakucho are all looking right back at your coupling with your boyfriend. You can't help but whimper when you see them lick their lips, even though you should be used to it by now.

"Fuck," the man above you groans, hips snapping faster and faster.

Mikey isn’t far behind. He slides the hand from your breasts to your throat where he wraps his fingers around the column. Your eyes open to look at him, but you don’t try to push him away; instead you just submit, allowing him to do as he pleases.

He pounds into you a few more times before burying himself balls-deep. You hear a guttural noise from him as his hips stutter, and he's coming, coming so thickly inside you. You can feel the warm liquid painting you filthily. When he's coming down from his high, he's still thrusting in and out, as if ensuring he's pushing his sperm a little deeper.

"Good girl." He pants above you, blissed-out eyes hazy as sweat drips down his neck. Your body aches as the afterglow of your orgasm petters away. Your body is used and spent, but for Mikey, you'd do it all over again.

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xstarkillerx · 1 year

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Okay but how would Anakin react to a short ass trying to top him. Because i cannot shake the need to dominate Anakin. Like i just wana pounce and wrestle him into submission before fucking his brains out. I want to ruin him. But i know even without the force its physically not possible as a 4'9 ankle biter but my god the thoughts wont stop 😭😭😭

LEEEEEEET'S TALK ABOUT IT, and I apologize if this ends up being a long tangent, but as a 4'11 switch who's had more submissives than dominants, I feel you! While there are always exceptions, the reality is we will likely never be able to have a dominance style that relies on intimidation or physically overpowering people, but that doesn't mean dominance is an impossibility!

Thinking about this from an Anakin-centric perspective, I'm gonna be honest, even if you WERE taller, stronger, aided by the force, you still wouldn't be able wrestle him into submission because that's Anakin H. Skywalker, that's Darth Vader, that's the Hero With No Fear, it's a losing battle regardless. But like I said, there are other ways to dominate, and what you have is the benefit of a misleading appearance.

Anakin is a cocky man who is often blinded by his love and desire, with that it'd be more of a game of easing him into submission and not showing your cards until he's on his back with his eyes rolling into his head and no clue how you got him there.

If it were me, I'd start playful, right. Distract him from whatever little droid or trinket he's modding in his spare time with a deep kiss and strategic brush of his jaw that implies more. Pull away, but only a little, enough to make him want to close the gap again and when he tries to, pull away entirely. It's bait and you'll see it in his eyes, intrigue for what exactly you're playing at. With your fingers tucked behind his belt, pull him with you; lead him to the bed and kiss him again, stripping off his outer robes and tabards, leaving nothing but his base layers. Before he can get you on your back, make sure his legs are right up against the bed so you can push him against it and climb on top of him.

Understand that, while caught off guard by this, Anakin still probably won't take you seriously at this point, but he's playful when he wants to be and he'd be amused if anything, so you're in a good spot. Keep an unsuspecting ere about it for now though, like you don't quite know what you're doing yet, like you're playing dress up. He'll put his hands on your hips and guide you back and forth against his hardening dick, "explaining to you" with his body what comes next when one is on top. Keep grinding, run your fingers against his skin, kiss his neck and jaw and what little of his chest is exposed while you rub yourself on him until he can't help but grind back. Pull his trousers low on his waist until his cock is exposed. Get him so hard and wanton that he begins digging his dull nails into your thighs, itching to flip you over and put himself on top. When his fingers curl under you, shove your hands beneath the hem of his shirt.

Tease your fingers over the expanse of his body and gyrate faster on his bare cock, as if you're the one losing control. Scrape the side of his ribs with your nails and listen to how the biting pain makes him purr. Kiss him through it. Bring his shirt higher until it lifts over his head and up the expanse of his broad shoulders, his biceps, then his elbows and that's where you spread your hands out over the fabric, locking it tight against his arm and putting your whole weight down on the bed.

It's an awkward restraint position to be in. I honestly think his initial thought would be that you meant to go for the wrists but aren't tall enough, however, you're exactly where you need to be. At his wrists, he'd have the option of using the full strength of his arms to break free; simple pivot from the shoulder is all it would take, but in this position, all he has is his upper arm strength and the awkward flailing at anything below the elbow. Could he break out of it? Oh absolutely, but the chains are the easy part, it's what goes on in here that's hard, Mentally you've already got him halfway there anyway. I personally think he'd be so intrigued from the moment he realized you're serious about this, that somehow you got him locked down with your pretty chest in his face, that he wants to see you go through with it now. Remember how hard you made him, remember that he's already dripping to be inside you.

Before his amusement runs out and he uses the full extent of his power to flip you over and have his way with you, get up close to his ear and make sure he knows "if you try to get free, I'll stop. Now put your cock in me." He'll have just enough range of motion in his arms to guide it into you with the force.

Now have fun fucking his brains out ♥️

Never underestimate your ability to be dominant, to take control of a scene. In my opinion dominance and submission is less about inherent power, but rather how power is transfered from one person to another, is it coaxed? Is it given on a silver platter, bent over in supplication? Is it won, is it bartered for? Everyone has their own way of getting and giving.

Contrast, unconventionality, the mental game of it, that's what's beautiful to me about BDSM now go forth and be a tiny Dom ♥️♥️♥️💖

#donnie does 👑#anakin nsft #anakin skywalker smut #anakin smut hcs #anakin skywalker headcanons #sub!anakin #i had a lot of fun with this ask

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the world cries snow.

gojo lifts his foot out from the ground once more. the effort it takes is minimal but piled up repeatedly, the sorcerer only becomes more and more aware of how time consuming it really was.

this was no time to play around in the snow, he needed to find elsa.

“elsa!” he screams, but the fierce winds sweep away his desperate cries. he doubts she could even hear him, if he himself struggled to pick out his voice against the howls of winter.

but hope is a cruel thing, and his voice is torn and repaired over and over with his technique as he searches for elsa with her name.

he contemplates soaring the skies in search of her but erases it quickly from his mind. whilst it would be easier, his six eyes could distinguish her against the backdrop of a blizzard without difficulty, he worries if the sight of him might scare her away.

he had to be careful, he couldn't risk losing another friend due to his ignorance.

gojo trudges onwards, eyes seeking a familiar figure. he pushes aside a cluster of branches and comes face-to-face with a clearing in the forest.

as if fate had relented and granted his wish, his heart leaps with relief then drops in worry at what lay before him.

elsa kneels in the centre, hunched over the edge of a crystal-clear lake.

the beauty of the lake is lost on gojo as his eyes trains on her fragile body, trembling softly.

because the cold never really bothers her anyway, gojo doubts it was the chilly winds that shook her shoulders so.

"elsa." gojo says again, closing in. he watches as her body freezes at his voice, looking over her shoulder to meet his eye.

an electric current runs between them before elsa picks herself up hastily. "gojo! what are you doing here?"

a jolt of pain stabs through gojo's heart as he watches her wipe away half-frozen tears. "i came after you."

"you shouldn't be here." elsa laughs, but there isn't a trace of humour in the otherwise beautiful sound. "i bring danger wherever i go, you won't be safe with me. please, if you care about yourself or even me at all, please just leave me alone."

"wait, you have to listen to me, elsa."

"no! you listen to me, gojo. can't you see what i've done? haven't you seen how many people are in pain because of me? everyone looks at me like i'm a witch." then, quietly. "maybe i am one. but even then, my biggest fear is that you'll come to fear me."

"we can fix this." gojo persists, taking another step after the other. he doesn't miss the last part of her mumbling and hope warms the tip of his ears. "come back with me and we can show them that you aren't a threat."

"i can't."

"you can. it wasn't your fault."

"only you think that."

"and together we can make them all change their mind."

elsa hugs her arms closer. "it's hopeless. they won't believe me."

"i believe you."

"you aren't enough!" she snaps, whipping her head around to glare at him. "the look in their eyes told me enough, gojo. they don't want me there because i'm a hazard. and it's fine, really! i belong here anyway, in the snowy forest."

gojo balls his fists at his side. it pained him to think she didn't understand that she belonged with him. didn’t she feel their connection, the ignition when he draws too close, a sign that they were two kindled flames? together, they were destined to walk side-to-side.

so he tells her. "you belong with me."

elsa's eyes widen, and warmth colours her face. she opens her mouth to deny his words when she finally realises how close he had gotten. a rush of unidentifiable emotions encases her heart and the snowstorm rushing around them picks up in velocity.

"stop it, gojo! don't come any closer."

shit, gojo thinks. he should have been more subtle. still, he wasn't about to let this opportunity go to waste.

his hair dances furiously in the wild wind, and ice pelts his uniform over and over, pushing him back. his blindfold is taken by the gales, but he lets it happen. he gives up on coaxing, and takes big, demanding steps forward.

elsa tries to take a step back but the lake stops her.

"please, gojo." she cries and it really is such a beautiful sound, even when shaking with grief. perhaps he really was in danger, and elsa was a siren luring him in for a feast. even then, gojo believes he would walk right towards her as he was doing now, eyes and heart wide open for whatever she wishes.

he had long been enthralled into her trap.

elsa buries her head into her arms, palms pressed against her ears in an attempt to deafen her rebellious thoughts. "i can't hurt you too!" she pleads, withdrawing into herself.

if she hurt even the person who she held most dear, then what was she good for? though their separation would be a wound that never heals, a scab picked at time and time again, she thinks it might be better than this.

a hand grasps her arm and it's warm.

she looks up, eyes wet with unshed tears and finds herself staring into gojo's blue eyes. the shade of blue is startling and for a second, elsa relishes in the calm.

“you could never hurt me.” he promises and his voice is the only thing she can hear in the snow. with her heart beating in her ear, heat rushing to her cheeks, the blizzard around them seems to quieten.

a single tear rolls down her cheek. "how?"

gojo lifts his other hand and gently takes a hold of her’s. slowly, as if afraid she'll run away, gojo brings their interlocked hands up between them. then, he lets go.

panic surges through elsa. she had delusioned herself into thinking that without gojo, she would be okay. this selfless decision of hers was for the greater good, even though her heart throbbed in protest, she had pushed through regardless.

but when push comes to shove, elsa feels the empty hole that gojo's absence would leave, and realises she simply could not be without him.

she reaches forward with a start, then pauses.

her fingers stop centimetres away from his.

"see?" gojo says, a small smile blessing his face. "you can't hurt me because i'm the strongest."

"this is..."

"infinity. a convergence of infinite series so that anything that approaches is slowed down and never reaches." he turns off his technique and closes the gap, interlocking their fingers once more. "basically it means you could never hurt me, elsa. not in this lifetime and not even in the next."

hope is a cruel thing. it overwhelms elsa in seconds and she presses into the hold. the cruel emotion makes her gaze slow as she looks up at him. "then, that means, you're safe around me?"

"even if you did hurt me, did you think i would run away? i couldn't be away from you even if i tried."

“but i pushed you away! do you… do you still even want to be with me?”

the whistling snow picks up again, but it's a slow, dreamy pace that the ice takes on as it encircles the two.

“my place is with you.” he confesses.

"what are you saying? you better not be saying this just to calm me down."

"i'm not." gojo takes their connected hand to his lips and place a kiss to the back of her hand. "i love you elsa. always and forever."

that day, arendellian citizens would witness a sudden clearing of the sky and a lifting of the snow, clouds drifting apart and fading away to reveal the blue skies, a shade as blue as gojo's eyes.

tiktok has done numbers to my brain. dedicating this one to alice my biggest hater bc she has yet to see the vision :3 word dump + not proofread LOL

#jujutsu kaisen #what do i even tag this as #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo x elsa #elsa #jjk x disney princesses #gojo x reader #gojo x you

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3some 💀

so this is my first fic, on tumblr, so i don't know how things work. however i have read some fanfiction in the past, so i guess i have a bit of experience. warnings ig: reader is described as a female/self insert, porn with plot, fingering, virginity loss (even though reader has the dirtiest mind), cough coug implied 4some, it makes no sense (it's a dream ofc it don't), characters may (will) be ooc (hmph) minors dni!! 18+

we only had a week before the big project. while i could hear satoru's voice happily chattering with a friend of his downstairs. it slightly bothered me that he wasn't up here studying with us.

"geto, is the presentation okay?" i leaned against the hard wooden chair, peeking at the unfinished presentation.

"mhm. i think satoru should be able to remember most of this, without looking at the screen too often." he replied, lifting his hands off the keyboard and putting them behind his head. "by the way, where's toji?"

"hey, zenin, ya gonna help?" toji only scowled, muttering a "why should i" as he walked away grumbling.

toji was part of one of the most feared gang of this school, always rebelling against the teachers, never attending events, getting into fights in between the school buildings, and the scar that were plastered on his lips had pretty much proven a point.

you were genuinely taken aback on how geto talked to him so carelessly, as if toji couldn't beat the shit out of him with full force. toji looked like he didn't care anyway.

you focused your mind back to the presentation, helping geto point out mistakes.

"here, you spelled this wrong. lemme help." you leaned further, pushing geto to the side a little bit as your hands moves all around the keyboard. "maybe you can rephrase this to sound more formal."

"anyways, you continue working on the presentation, i'll go make some drinks for both of us. what do you want?"

"just some water please, thank you." he smiled softly, nodding his head as another thanks.

you went downstairs, dragging your hands down the railings to see satoru still smiling and staring at his phone.

"gojo, at least come help with the last bits of research.." you said in a whiny tone, making a cup of hot chocolate and pouring a glass of water for geto. "you've been on your phone this entire time, can't you spare a minute studying?"

"no can do~" he giggled, eyes still glued to the screen. "maybe if you stop giving me the longest parts of the presentation whenever we're in a group together."

"fine. study the last part and i'll give you the 2nd shortest." you grumbled. "but you have to edit your own part, save me and geto some work."

"now that's way too much to ask from me. you know what, i'll edit half my part." he gave you a shit-eating grin, knowing you couldn't help but give in to his words.

"half. that's the limit, now come upstairs and do research."

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"there are other ways to protect the environment, like reduce wasting plastic, participate in cleaning up beaches- uhh, whatever that's called, and other stuff. we'll search it up online."

"pff, nerd." geto teased, placing his arm on gojo's shoulder like an armrest.

"hey- get your hand off me!" gojo smacked it off, crossing his arms. you couldn't help but laugh at his puffed-out cheeks. unfortunately, he noticed. "what's so funny?!"

"n-nothing." you tried to calm yourself down, putting a hand over your mouth.

"i look that cute, don't i?~"

"you look like shit."

before gojo could say something, toji interrupted. "hey enough you two, let's just focus on the project so we can get it over with."

"let's decide on the roles first. of course, i get the introduction and conclusion, geto you get the 2nd shortest, toji 3rd shortest and gojo gets the longest."

"why's it always me who gets the longest? come on, give me a break for once~ you said i could switch with geto if i studied!"

geto glared at you. "what did you tell him?"

"exactly what he said." you laid back, with hands behind your head on the floor.

"alright, but you better repay me for switching." geto smirked.

"wh- why?! gojo never asked for anything!" you sighed. "fine. if you want me to pay," you whispered as you leaned closer to his ear.

"i'll pay with my body~"

geto looked as if he were about to explode right there, his face completely turning a tint of red. even the tip of his ears were burning with embarrassment.

"wait, what did you tell him?! i got to get this on camera!!-"

"shush gojo, it'll only work for her." he muttered, not enough for you to hear (or so he thought).

"anyways, how about a sleepover? so after a proper breakfast we can continue the project immediately." gojo suggested. "i already asked my parents, so i guess you're sort of obliged to let me stay."

you rolled your eyes. "you're lucky my parents aren't home, they would kick you out." you couldn't help but giggle at your own words.

"alright, we finish this topic up and then tomorrow we finish the rest."

-------- "alright, it's late. who's sleeping in the guest room?"

"me." toji grumbled, tugging onto his sweatshirt.

"there's only a bed and mattress in there, so one of you sleep in my room." you spoke up, putting both hands on the ground.

"i will." gojo and geto said in unison, as they both turned to each other.

you sighed, facepalming yourself. "you know what, sorry, one of you will sleep with toji-san. no offense."

toji just grumbled, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

"geto, is it okay if you sleep in the guest room?" you looked at him with the most adorable puppy eyes, and he was dragged away by your looks. he had no choice but to give in or else you'll (fake) cry.

he sighed, heading downstairs with toji to the guest room as gojo smiled excitedly.

"rest in peace, suguru." he laughed and you swore you could hear geto say 'shut up' halfway down the stairs. it made you giggle.

"i'm gonna get changed. i'm not sleeping in jeans. you aren't gonna sleep in your uniform either, so i hope you brought clothes."

after you and gojo had changed, you turned on the air conditioner and slept next to the window. despite the air conditioner being turned on, it never reached your spot which made you basically sweat while gojo got the enjoy the cool air.

you waited for a couple of minutes until it was dead silent, and removed the blanket above you. tiptoeing across the room, you had finally got snuggled in your cold bed. you sighed contently, but then realised gojo was right next to you, thankfully asleep.

until you felt a hand wrap around your waist and bring you closer.

"hey, stay on your side..~" he whispered teasingly, hugging you as if you were a plush.

"gojo, let me g-go. i'm just hot."

"mm, being here with me will only make you hotter." he muttered, pressing against your body. his warmth combined with the cold air felt perfect.

you just laid down in silence, enjoying being held in his embrace. however, tension was growing between the two of you. you two barely even knew each other in school (except for the projects you were partnered up with), and it was getting awkward.

eventually, you had managed to doze off into a deep slumber. you felt uncomfortable between your thighs, and it was making you wet.

you had opened your eyes, feeling gojo's cock slide inbetween your thighs, followed with his irregular panting. your panties and short pants were down at knee level, and the whole thing caught you off guard.

"sorry princess," he gasped out the name, and for a second it felt like you two were dating. "i got hard from you, is it okay if i use your thighs? or maybe even that sweet pussy.." he licked his lips at the thought of it.

flustered and basically paralysed, you could only let out a nod as his tip rubbed at your clit. all you could do was moan and whimper as he used your body to his heart's content.

his thrusts only got faster and sloppy, and without warning he came on your bedsheets.

"sorry again. i couldn't handle it," he chuckled, grabbing his cock. "i'll wash it in the morning. that okay with you?"

you had no idea what came over you that second, but your two fingers scooped up a part of his cum, sticking it into your mouth.

"oh fuck, that's hot." he nibbled on your earlobe, licking the back of it.

"can't help it, 'toru."

"call me that one more time and you won't be getting an ounce of sleep tonight."

"alright alright, just.. sleep. i'm tired."

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fuck, i'm thirsty.

you quietly walked downstairs, carefully not to wake anyone, grabbing the water bottle that was conveniently placed at the side, taking one big sip as you quenched your thirst.

you didn't feel sleepy. at all. i guess the only thing you could resort to was watching anime on the tv. unfortunately, the only tvs that were available was the one right next to your room, or the one right next to the guest room.

eh, too late to go back upstairs.

you turned on the tv, lowering the volume all the way to 0. how boring it was, watching your show with only subtitles. whatever, it wouldn't hurt to increase the volume a bit.

careful not to wake the two sleeping boys in the room next to you, you increased the volume by 2. well, better than nothing. only the chances of their waking up to you watching anime at 2am.

you watched for a good 15 minutes, trying (struggling) not to talk in the middle of the show, or fangirl whenever your favourite character came on.

you were interrupted by the sound of the guest room door clicking. toji.

"hm? what are you doing up this late?" he said in a softer, yet a raspy voice.

"watching anime. couldn't sleep."

"i get that too." he mumbled. "do you have a lighter?"

"brown box on the counter."

"thanks." toji headed outside, shutting the door as he lit his cigarette on fire.

you opened the glass door, taking a sip of your water bottle. "i've never smoked before. have you burned your mouth on the inside?"

your question made him chuckle. "no. never done it before. i only smoke when i'm stressed or feeling like shit."

"had a nightmare?" he only nodded, blowing out the smoke from his cigarette.

you just continued watching your anime while toji stared into the sky, dropping the cigarette butt on the ground and crushing it.

"do you want one?" he spoke up.

"no, i don't think i want to." you smiled, sighing. you closed your eyes for a while, until you felt an arm around you.

"is satoru awake?" you recognised it. geto.

"no. he's sleeping.." your memories with him a few hours ago came back, causing your cheeks to flush red.

"i heard that zenin go out, woke me up from that dream."

"what dream were you having?"

"maybe a dream about you."

you blinked, processing the information. "w- wha?"

"speaking of which, you still haven't repaid me yet.. what was it? your body, hmm?" he smirked, pushing his knee against your covered clit, causing you to let out a small moan.

"it w-was a joke, geto!" you couldn't help but moan as his touch, as he continued to grind his knee on your sensitive bud of nerves.

"oh? so you don't want this?" he stopped almost immediately. "but you're so wet~"

"n-no, please geto, want m-more.."

he hungrily pulled off the shorts and panties, revealing your already wet pussy. "lemme have a taste, good girl."

his tongue repeatedly lapped at your juices, pushing his tongue into your hole. he swears even the slightest movement of his tongue made you clench around him so tight.

the thought of the lewd act only make your bundle of nerves twitch, and you were so close to release because of how talented geto's tongue was.

"are you close?" he pulled away, breaking the string of mixed saliva and cum. "i wanna hear you beg for it. aren't you a good girl?"

you merely nodded. gathering the words stuck in your throat, you finally spoke. "p-please geto-kun.. w'nna cum, needa cum, i'm a good girl.."

"mm, you're quite obedient." he grinned, sucking on your bud gently. you bit your lip, trying to hold in your moans. "mmn, g'nna cum! g'nna cum- ah!"

geto placed his mouth on your pussy, letting him taste your cum. he swallowed it all, but you were too tired to notice. you rested your head against back, panting heavily.

you were too tired to even notice toji standing right behind the couch.

"geto. got room for another?"

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you suddenly found yourself manhandled by toji, on your hands and knees, sucking geto's cock as toji thrusted into you from behind.

"fuck, this pussy is tight." he grunted, balls slapping against your sensitive clit. "squeezing my cock so well, huh?"

you couldn't even respond properly. you just nodded and let out muffled whimpers, moaning into geto's cock from toji basically slamming into your cervix so often. his thrusts was kept at a sloppy pace, only stopping to give a harsh slap to your red and glowing ass. "fuck, you don't know how long i've kept staring at his plump ass. your tits are fucking amazing too, built to be just like a whore." he kept degrading you, maybe even squeezing your tits playfully.

"but she's such a good one, isn't she? taking our cocks so well just like a slut." he ran his fingers through your hair so affectionately, pushing your head further down his cock. "c'mon, c'mon. just like tha- fuck!"

without warning geto had already sent spurts of sticky cum down your throat, filling up your mouth. he pulled his cock out, admiring the sticky mess. "swallow." one word was all he needed for you to do so. "good girl. zenin, mind changing positions? let me see her tits."

toji flipped you over, your pussy still wrapped around his throbbing cock. after all, why wouldn't toji want to see the view? the next thing he knew he was completely focused on how geto pinched your erect nipples, making you whimper from the overwhelming sensitivity.

geto pulled out his phone, taking a good photo of your fucked out expression lying on his lap. "god, imagine how much satoru would pay for this. this fucking beauty right here. hey, maybe you should call him down so we could enjoy this beautiful body for ourselves."

oh, one more person joining this would only make it hell for you. you couldn't imagine the damage that they would leave you with for days. as much as you didn't want that to happen, you could care less about the consequences when you were this needy. the thoughts you had were so fucking lewd but you couldn't handle it.

"fuck, gonna cum, let me cum inside?" toji interrupted, letting you regain your consciousness back for a second.

"'m not on p-pill, wait!-"

"don't w- fuck!! don't worry, i- ain't gonna. just lemme fuck your pussy a lil' longer, alright?" he panted, thrusting a few more times into your pussy before pulling out, cumming all over your stomach and chest. "fuck, he's right. you're such a good girl. liked being praised huh?"

you only nodded before you finally passed out from exhaustion.

AFTERMATH

"fffuck, what a fucking headache. what was that-.." you glided your hand over the leather, realising you were still on the couch. you removed the soft and fluffy blanket above you.

"geto-kun." your voice softened at the thought, blushing at the possibility of it being toji too who gave you this blanket. you noticed you didn't feel sticky at all either.

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Chaewon | Study Breaks

Le Sserafim Chaewon x gn!reader words: ~1k genre: domestic fluff, a hint of angst if you squint warnings: suggestive

Desc.: With your girlfriend Chaewon drowning in coursework, it's been days since you've spent a proper amount of time together. As she's hesitant to abandon studying even for a short while, you convince her to let you help her relieve some stress.

"Baby...? Are you done yet?" you ask, trying not to sound too whiny but failing, as you peek into the room. Seeing your girlfriend Chaewon still sitting at her desk, you assume the answer would be no.

"In a bit!" she replies with a bit of a delay, as she's still fully focused on the notes in front of her.

"You've been saying that for hours..." you mumble, feeling a little bitter. You're aware that her coursework is important to her and that it takes priority over anything else, but you can't say you aren't at least a tiny bit jealous that she's spending all day working on college related things and barely paying you any attention lately. Even though you practically live at her place now, seeing how you spend most of your time there.

"Sure," she absentmindedly mutters an answer without even looking up at you once. That's when you've had enough, and with a small whine you decide to take matters into your own hands.

"Apologize!" you say as you approach her from behind, and now she lifts her head, staring at you with both eyebrows raised in surprise. You don't fail to notice the bags under her eyes, or the way her whole complexion tells you that she's very much out of energy.

"What...?" she gasps in surprise as you crouch down next to her, so you're on eye level. You frown and you talk through a pout,

"I've been waiting all day to get some of your attention, but you've been too busy studying!" you explain, and you can see Chaewon becoming increasingly irritated. "I get that your coursework is important, but are you really okay with ignoring me all day for it?" She's gaping at you now, mouth opening and closing as she finds herself at a loss for words. Your girlfriend looks away and takes a deep breath, before finally speaking up.

"Well, put yourself in my shoes then! I still have loads of work to do and an important exam next week! I don't have any time to lose!" You can tell she's upset, and it wasn't your intention to make her angry when she’s already very obviously stressed. So instead of risking a fight and talking back at her, you find yourself merely staring at her rosy lips.

"...what?" Chaewon asks, seeming confused again.

"Just... I thought you could use a little break." You see her shoulders relax as the frown gradually disappears off her face and she seems to understand. Speaking more quietly, you add, "And also, the last time you kissed me was five days ago. I can't go much longer without..." As if realizing that you are indeed right, she gasps, throwing a hand over her mouth.

"Oh my... I didn't notice how quick time passed..." she says, regret audible in her voice. "I'm so sorry, baby..."

"Well... you can make up for it now?" you suggest. As a part of you is still fearing she would reject you, Chaewon is already leaning in. Pressing her lips against yours, you can feel clearly now how much you missed this feeling - and how much you're missing her, even though she's right next to you.

"Baby..." you mumble against her lips, "take a little break with me, hm?" Breaking the kiss, Chaewon looks around the room nervously. You know she's about to explain how she has no time to lose, and how she still has so much left to study. However, not giving her a chance to talk, you draw closer and kiss her again. You're a bit surprised when she simply lets you, following your rhythm and moving her lips at the pace you set. You find her hands, intertwining your fingers with hers as you slowly get up, and when you separate for air, you pull her up off the chair. Wrapping your arms around her slender body, she's pressed up against you now, face flushed. Shooting her a victorious grin, you reconnect your lips and lead her into an open-mouthed kiss. She doesn't resist when you slowly start walking across the room, and once your calves hit the edge of her bed, you sit down, breaking the kiss as a result.

"Come here," you whisper, shooting your girlfriend an expectant gaze as you pat your lap once, and after a bit of hesitation, she crawls on top of you. Her hands find the back of your neck, fingertips dancing over the skin until she has your face cupped in her palms. Meanwhile, you loosely place your hands on her waist, bringing her in closer, and when you see her biting her lower lip in expectation, your heart begins to race.

"Fine," she mouths. "You win." Her breath tickles your skin as she draws near, and next thing you know she's straddling you as she shares a slow but passionate kiss with you. You end up lying on your back eventually, your girlfriend on top of you as her lips refuse to leave yours. Her hands are starting to roam your body, but not much later you take a hold of them and flip your positions around. Loosely pinning her to the sheets, you sit up to get a closer look at her face, her cheeks dusted in pink.

"Chae," you call out to her. "I'll help you release all of your stress, love. So you can focus on studying again. Okay?" She can't do anything but nod, her blush growing darker by a shade as her breath quickens, and she’s expectantly looking up at you.

"Okay," she mutters eventually, and you shoot her a smile before lowering yourself to kiss her again. Your lips travel to her neck eventually, exploring every inch of her skin along the way as if it was the first time.

"I've missed you, baby," you whisper in between nipping at her skin and relishing in the tiny whines she lets you hear.

"Me too," she responds, shyly adding, "Don't stop."

"I won't," you assure her. "Not until we've gotten rid of all your pent up stress. Promise."

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