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hi! how would Valeria and Kate react if their wife’s got hurt because of their work, both of them working highly jobs and it ended up catching up to their s/o. hoe you are doing well and drink plenty of water! thank you!
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Hello! Both of them would be absolutely distraught, but would go about it in different ways!
Valeria’s and Laswell’s Wife Gets Hurt Because of their Job
Valeria: Whoever hurt you will wind up tortured and eventually, once she thinks they’ve had enough of their miserable life, will wind up dead. Naturally, the first thing she does is check up on you, see if you’re alright and well, that’s her priority. You’re the love of her life, there’s no one else in this world she wants to see do well. You’ll be admitted to the best hospital nearby and will only get the finest treatment. Once you’re stabilized, that’s when the hunt begins. Whoever hurt you won’t get too far since that bastard’s life will be on the line. Regardless of where they might be hiding, Valeria will find them and show them that death is actually a kind of mercy. She has pretty much everything at her disposal, everything money can buy, this sucker won’t know what hit them. If it’s revenge they want, then revenge they’ll get. Valeria promises you that their head will be on a silver plate. She’s not very good with words when it comes to comforting someone, but she will have that person killed in the most cruel ways she can imagine. In fact, she’ll take the pleasure of torturing them upon herself. Once she’s done, she’ll take some days off, which is surprising since she usually can’t afford that at all. You’ll be under her direct care for those days. Anything you want you’ll get. Afterwards there will be a slight shift in her demeanor, Valeria becomes more protective over you. Sometimes she might even assign some trusted people of hers to watch over you since she can’t afford something like that happening again. While she can’t always take some days off, she’ll try to be closer to you anyway. Always texting you, finding excuses to come home for a day maybe. She just really needs to make sure you’re okay, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself if you died.
Laswell: Laswell will try to be a bit more diplomatic about it at first, trying to coax whoever hurt you out of hiding. This person will be held accountable for their crimes against her world. Naturally, she rescues you first, gets you to the nearest hospital and won’t leave your side until you’re stable again. If it takes you a while to wake up again, she’ll leave to find the fucker and make sure they swim with the fishes. She has a pretty large, efficient network and will find out who it was fairly easily. Once she knows who they are, she won’t hesitate to find out all their past crimes as well, if they hurt you then they must have done some other awful things as well. Once that phase is over, she’ll go to their home herself and have them arrested, put in the worst prison imaginable where the inmates are treated especially badly. She won’t kill them, but she wouldn’t be surprised if they wind up dead anyway. Laswell usually isn’t an evil person, but she does hope that person dies during their time. Their sentence will be as long as possible so there’s no chance of them ever seeing the sunlight again either. Once all of this is over, she, too, would take some days off to spend with you. You’re a priority above all else, so Laswell will want to be there for you, no matter the cost. While she usually isn’t, depending on how severely you got hurt she might become a bit overbearing, a bit overprotective. That overprotectiveness will last for a few months, afterwards she’ll try to give you some space again. However, she’ll always be keeping a closer eye on you, always texting or calling you every once in a while to make sure you’re okay. If she needs to, she’ll put you under her protection officially, but the situation needs to be dire for that to happen. Either way, she’ll be keeping you safe.
#cod#cod x reader#valeria garza#valeria garza x reader#kate laswell#kate laswell x reader#fem!reader#I hit over 100k words in my document last night which is so so much#I've written so much for Call of Duty in such a short time it's unbelievable. granted there's one fic I never posted but still#I don't intend to stop now either though it's fun. I'll probably be into cod for a while still anyway so there's that too#besides Valeria and Laswell have me in a chokehold. Farah does too I love them#every time someone requests them I'm very happy. I didn't expect the girls to be this popular though in all honesty#not complaining! it's nice to get to imagine kissing girls. it makes my gay little heart sing#I actually had some art of Valeria and an OC of mine commissioned not too long ago#every time I look at it I giggle and kick my legs a bit#I want her to fluster the everloving hell out of me until I can't speak anymore and am complete mush for her#I know I've mentioned it before but I love women who could absolutely just kill me. and who absolutely would do it as well#cod has some good women. made me realise that older women are also pretty epic#I think I'd melt into a puddle if Laswell ever called me her girl or her wife
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NGL, I'm so happy that NB has given me a chance to return to OM because I apparently missed it, but more importantly it means I got to revive my OCs ✨
#i might just start posting about them.#my MC has an ex gf who is a witch. who currently has a pact with a demon oc of mine.#their relationship went sour at the end and it was based off one of my own breakups when I was still trying to work through my feelings.#Wren is fun for me though and her pact Mal is everything to me#Mal stayed friends with Eva after Wren and she broke up bc hes spiteful and petty especially with those he forms pacts with.#he's her terrible bestie she occasionally got coffee with who enables tf out of her but also was helpful with her art.#Eva is an art school drop out.#i have all this OM oc lore and i do nothing except hoard. 😩#Mal genuinely likes Eva too much to ever form a pact with her given his history and nature... though she started as a little amusement#and a way to piss off his pacted witch.#truly he is actually the worst in a lot of ways but I love him#ancient brat energy.#personal q#i have a purple oc outlet in every game... Mal is that OC for OM.#i spent four hours organizing my old notes on an OC high rn
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Yandere Silas x male reader bodyguard. Relationship:romantic
You and him grew up together in the mafia, Silas fell in love with you but you only saw him as a friend and he ends up falling in love with a girl and this makes you leave the mafia to go abroad with her to live a normal life.
Silas has contacts all over the world and discovers that you are in a country abroad, he kills the girl and kidnaps you
Be mine (you have no fucking choice)
Yandere!mafia oc x male!bodyguard!reader
Summary: after being friends with Silas for years, you decide that it is time to pack it up and leave, much to Silas’s dismay.
Warnings: criminal stuff, throwing up, getting drunk by force, ropes, cage, mentions of sleeping around, violence, alcohol
Word count: 4.3k
You put your gun into your belt and get out of the warehouse.
“Hey, where are you going?” Silas asks and grabs your arm.
“I’m going home”, you say. “This mission doesn’t interest me.”
You try to walk, but Silas hurries in front of you, blocking your way. He almost reminds you of the little, stubborn boy he once was when he does that.
“Wait”, he says. “You never drive well after a mission. You have too much adrenaline. You and I can leave together. I can drive you to my house.”
“No, Silas, I’m going home.”
Silas doesn’t react to you calling him by his first name. But he never has. You are special. Only one other person in his entire organization can call him by his first name without getting a bullet through their eyes — that person being his second in command. You and his second in command have known Silas longer than anyone else. You’d dare call his second in command your friend too, although on a more professional level.
You’ve known Silas longer than his second in command has, and you’ve known his little brother, Ares … and you’ve known about his jealousy for a very long time. It started when you one day went home with his brother to play video games after shool. Next day when you entered school, his brother had a black eye and Silas had not left your side for the entire day.
It only got worse from there, but you never did anything. You tried to talk to him, but it seemed like the years made him even more jealous. He dated girls time and time again, but created a big fuss when you showed the slightest interest in anyone — be that boy or girl. You became the third wheel in SIlas’ multiple relationships.
He did admit to his love for you, just a few years ago, but you couldn’t reciprocate his feelings. It would make everything harder. You were basically working for him as his bodyguard and didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had with him. Losing him as a friend could mean both mental distress … and physical harm.
“Does this have anything to do with the girl I’m dating?” Silas asks.
You look baffled. “No? Why would you think that?”
“Because she’s at the house?”
“No, I just want to go home”, you sigh heavily. “Why do I have to explain my every step to you? You’re not my father, come on.”
“Because I’m worried about you.”
“What a great look for you, mister mafia leader. Don't let anyone else see that.” You nod at him to move. “Move out of the way now, I’m tired and I’m hungry. I want to go home and order a fucking pizza.”
“So this has nothing to do with my girlfriend?”
“What's the matter with you? Are you trying to make me jealous or something? I'm not interested in you, you know that.”
You push past him.
A month passes. You have been seriously thinking about leaving the mafia for a long time now, but ever since Silas got himself yet another girlfriend it became clear that you have to leave, if you ever want to get yourself one of your own. As long as you stay with him, he will never let you date anyone — apart from him, of course.
You’ve decided to move abroad. While packing your bags, you feel tears run down your cheeks. You have known Silas for as long as you can remember. You love to be with him, he is your best friend. Betraying him would mean betraying yourself, and his entire organization. People who betray him gets killed personally by Silas. Neither you or Silas would want that.
However, leaving without anyone noticing would be hard. Silas would know that something was wrong right away and he would use his contacts to find you again. You’d need help with creating false documents … and you knew just the man to help with that.
You hold the phone to your ear.
“Hello?” a familiar voice asks.
“Hi, Ares”, you say.
“How the fuck did you get my number?”
“I did some digging.”
“Holy fuck, Y/N, you need help.”
You chuckle and hear how Ares chuckles in return.
“What did you want?” he asks.
“I need some help.” You look around, feeling like you’re being watched, which wouldn't be very far off. “Can we meet up?”
“Sure. Now?”
“If you can.”
“Yeah, I’m not busy.”
You decide to meet up at a café an hour away from your house, hoping that Silas’s associates wouldn’t recognize you here. You couldn’t believe that you would meet Ares again, you haven't seen him since you were teenagers. He looks the same, just a bit more grown up.
“My brother finally removed the leash around your neck?” Ares chuckles and hugs you.
“No, not really”, you sigh. “This is why I need your help. I know that you scam tight about everyone. And I need you to help me create false documents, passport … yeah, you name it.”
Ares smirks.
“Little Y/N is going on vacation, I see”, he says. “Where are you going?”
“I don't know.”
“Are you trying to get away from my brother?”
You nod. Ares seems to think for a moment.
“Go to Spain”, he says. “Silas is banned from there, he won't be able to get you.”
“Ah, I feel so bad about it, though”, you sigh and run your hands through your hair. “He's my best friend. And boss, technically. If I leave, I betray both my best friend and his organization … and then he has the right to kill me.”
“Wait, you're planning to leave the mafia? For real?”
“I don't want to, but I can't live like this. I want to have my own life. I'm a grown man now, the window for opportunities is closing every year.”
“I'll go with you. I'll protect you.”
“You don't have to, Ares. Look at me, I'm capable of taking care of myself.”
You were Silas’s bodyguard, after all. No weak person gets that position.
“Yes, I know”, Ares says. “But I can help. And you don't have to be lonely.”
“You are an ass too”, you remind him.
“Better than Silas, though.”
You scoff and roll your eyes.
Ares comes with you to Spain. He has given you false documents with new names and nationalities. You sit together at the airport with your phone in your hand. Your stomach is turning.
“I really should tell him”, you sigh nervously. “I don't want to just leave. I have known him for years. I might betray him work wise, but I can't betray him friend wise. I'm going to call him.”
“I don't think you should”, Ares says. “He has been awful to you, why does he deserve your goodbye?”
You groan and hide your head between your knees. Ares brushes his hand through your hair.
“Come on, sweetie, let it go”, Ares encourages you. “Your new life starts soon. Beach, sun and alcohol, all day long.”
You want to tell him that you don't drink, but decide to leave it be.
“I have to go to the bathroom”, you excuse yourself and stand up to walk away.
But you don't go to the bathroom stalls. You stand by the large windows at the gate and call Silas.
“Hi, Y/N”, he says.”I haven't heard from you in a little while. I was about to go over to your house and drag you over to mine, because I miss you.”
“I have to talk to you about that”, you say, hesitantly. “I am not at home, and I probably won't be back.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I'm really sorry that I have gone behind your back, but I am actually leaving … going abroad. And it might be permanent.”
“Have you hit your head?”
“I'm really sorry for betraying you, Silas, you’re my best friend … but frankly, you're always stopping me from getting my own family, while you brag about the women you fuck. I need to get away, at least for a while and get to try to find love. It might not be permanent, but I don't know.”
“Where are you going? You know that you can't leave the country without me knowing. The second any of your credit cards, passport or anything along that way is being used, I'm notified.”
“Well I'm not fucking stupid. I have fixed that.”
Silas scoffs out a mocking laugh.“You don't know how to do that.”
“I had help.”
“From who?” He doesn't sound that cocky anymore.
“Ares.”
Silence.
“Oh, you can't be fucking serious”, Silas says.
You can't detect what emotion he's feeling. Perhaps everything all at the same time. Maybe it was a wrong decision to call him before your flight, but the guilt would have eaten you up the entire way there.
“I am”, you answer, trying your best not to let your voice shake.
“You know what kind of asshole he is, Y/N”, Silas tells you.
“I have done stuff too, I’m no angel either.” You sigh, shaking your head. “I just called to let you know that I am leaving. I didn’t want you to hear that from anyone else, I wanted you to hear it from me personally. This is a goodbye, Silas — at least for now. Thank you.”
“Y/N-”
You hang up and turn off your phone before returning to Ares who’s sipping on a beer by the gate, where you left him.
When you’re allowed to board the plane, you’re already nauseous. What if it wouldn’t work? What if you changed your mind? You already felt bad. Ares puts his hand on your shoulder while you walk through the middle of the plane, trying to find your seat. Ares takes the aisle seat.
“Thank you for giving me the window seat”, you chuckle. “I feel like a kid all over again.”
“Well, I can’t let random folks touch you, can I?” Ares responds. “I’m a gentleman after all.”
Ares sits with his phone up the entire flight, working. You know all about his dirty business, how he scams people left to right with his false businesses.
You fall asleep for a while. Your body has been in a tense position the entire day and finally, you were out of reach. He couldn’t create a storm or shoot down a passenger plane, he wasn’t a God or a military flighter. He is nothing more than a man with a bit too much power for his own liking. And hybris. A whole lot of hybris. Ares turns off his phone to look at you. He smiles slightly. For years, he has tried to take you from Silas. You didn’t want him, but Silas was too selfish to let you be put on the market. He wanted you available at all times, for when the timing was right. Ares stopped trying to reach out to you after a while, knowing that it was pointless, thought that if you wanted to get back in touch with him, you would reach out — and you did. Ares lets his eyes wander over you. He has tried to match your physique, but had no chance against the hours you’ve had to spend at the gym to be able to be Silas’s bodyguard. But under all those muscles, you are nothing but a softie, and that’s why Ares wants you … and Silas too, unfortunately. He always has to compete with his brother over toys they both want.
Silas scoffs angrily and runs his hand through his black hair, and yet he can’t stop himself from laughing. It’s absurd! All of it!
“Why are you laughing, boss?” his second in command asks shortly. “This is nothing to be happy about.”
“I fucking know that?” Silas snaps back. “Do you think I enjoy knowing that my Y/N is on a plane with my psycopathic brother going to fuck knows where?”
“There are not a lot of places he could go to, though. Think about it.”
“I can’t fucking think! Y/N is leaving me!”
“Silas, sit down before you faint, ‘kay?”
Silas, oddly enough, listens and sits down on the couch in his study with his hands gripping the fabric beside him. His second in command stands in front of him with his hands on his hips.
“Listen”, he says. “Ares would fuck with you, right?”
“Right”, Silas responds.
“Which countries are you banned from?”
“Spain, England, Germany, the Netherlands and Ireland.”
“So, one of those countries.”
“But which?!”
“His favorite. Which one is the warmest?”
“Spain?”
“Bingo.”
Silas’s eyes widens and he breaks out into a shocked smile. Why didn’t he think about this? Ares isn’t smart.
“...how the fuck do I do this?” he realizes. “I can’t just take a plane into Spain without being arrested the second I step off the plane. We will need another way. We could get a boat and sneak in.”
“I’ll see what I can do, boss.”
“Do it quickly, I know my brother and he will take what I want. If he does, I will never forgive myself.”
The reason why Silas has never let you date anyone is because he wants what can only be had one way, your innocence.
He sighs and walks out of the room where he finds the woman he’s dating standing with her hands together, looking worried. A certain rage takes over him. The sight of her had made you want to leave. He knows very well that it isn’t her fault, but he can’t help but think that it is. Her existence has put you in a position of discomfort, and for that, she has to pay. Silas doesn’t want to look at her, it only makes him nauseous.
He pulls up his gun from his belt, and without a second thought, he fires off and watches the innocent girl’s limp body hit the floor. But for now, he can’t bring himself to feel bad.
He has to find you. Ares is only nice as long as you're on his side, if you want to disagree with him, he's going to strip you off everything. You just don't know how horrific Ares could be.
Your first few days in Spain couldn’t be more than idyllic — if it weren’t for the fact that you look over your shoulder wherever you go. You scan the areas for familiar faces of Silas’s gang.
“Relax, will you?” Ares says and hooks his arm around your shoulders. “Just enjoy the scenery instead.”
“I think I’m going insane”, you mutter.
“A shot will help with that.”
“I don’t drink, you know that.”
Ares just smiles. You’re on your way back to the house from a restaurant Ares had treated you to. It was obviously a date, but you didn’t know how to tell him that you wanted to take things slow. Ares has never been a patient man … and you aren’t even sure if Ares is the person you want to date currently. Frankly, thanks to Silas, you don’t know what you want to do yet. You’ve only gotten your freedom to do whatever you want a few days ago, and it’s more overwhelming than you expected.
“Do you want to come to my room?” Ares asks when you get to the front door. “We don’t even have to do anything, we can just watch TV.”
“I start to believe that the only reason you wanted to come with me on this trip was to get me in bed”, you scoff and put the keys in the lock.
“Not only-”
“Ares, go to the bar and pick up someone there instead.”
“I can’t leave you alone, I told you that I was going on the trip to protect you.”
“And i told you that I didn’t need protection. If you’re horny, go.”
Ares sighs and gives up. “Fine, call me if you need me.”
“I’ll be fine, I’m tired.”
Ares nods and gives your back a tap before walking back the way you came from. You unlock the door, going into the house. In the corner of your eye, you can tell that something is moving. Instantly, you go into attack mode, but freezing when you notice who it is that is standing up from the armchair.
“I feel like a dad catching their underage kid sneaking in after a night out”, the second in command says.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” you question.
The second in command jerks his head. “Fucking guess.”
“Did Silas really send you because he can’t enter the country?” you laugh. “That’s so tragic.”
“Laugh all you want, you’re not the one that have been on a small fucking fishing boat for twelve hours straight!” He collects himself and sighs. “I will give you one chance to come with me voluntarily before I beat your head in.”
You scoff and cross your arms over your chest. “Try me.”
Silas must have equipped his second in command with things he knew that you wouldn’t be able to combat, because in one way or another, you lose consciousness.
You wake up in a dark, cold room. At once, you try to move your hands to your eyes to rub them clean from drowsiness, but quickly notice how your hands are tied to something behind you. That’s when you realize that you’re stuck in a cage the size of a garden shed, in — what looks like — a cargo hold. Your hands are tied to one of the cage’s bars behind you. Your head is pounding from the hit his second in command had given you.
“Look at that, he’s finally waking up”, a familiar voice says.
“So we don’t need the water?” his second in command asks.
“Let’s keep it.”
Silas walks into the cage, crouching down in front of you. He takes a hold of your chin, directing your head whichever way he wants.
“You gave him a bump the size of mount everest”, Silas mutters over his shoulder.
“He’s a trained fighter”, his second in command replies. “I had to do what I had to do, you know?”
“I guess.”
Silas lets go of your pounding head. You groan softly, feeling out of your own body, while still being trapped inside the cage. You start to cough and Silas grabs the bucket of icy water, holding it to your mouth. At first, you gulp it down … and then realize that it was sea water. You throw it up, right back into the bucket. Silas gives the bucket to his second in command, telling him to throw it out.
“That was fucking disgusting”, you grimace and gag.
“You kind of deserve it.” He fixes your hair that has started to stick onto your forehead. “Why did you do that to me, Y/N?”
“You didn’t let me have my own life. I was living yours, as a side character.”
“You betrayed me.”
You meet his brown — almost black — eyes and feel your heart sink. You have never seen such sadness in his eyes before.
“I know”, you say and turn down your gaze. “I felt really bad about it. I know the rules, and I won’t make a fuzz about it, but can I beg of you that it won’t be you who kills me? I don’t want that to be our last memory together.”
Silas seems to be taken aback.
“I’m not going to kill you”, he says. “In fact, no one is.”
“But I betrayed you-”
“I know, but I can’t kill you.”
“You can’t bend the rules, or else you’ll get a mutiny.”
“Who said that I was letting you off the hook?”
You watch how Silas walks out of the cage, picks something up from the floor, and returns with a bottle in his hands.
“I know that you are strong”, he says, popping the bottle open, “and violent. So, I’m going to keep you calm for the rest of the journey to Portugal. Open your mouth.”
“What is that?” you ask suspiciously, eyeing the bottle wearily.
“Vodka.”
You shake your head quickly. “That’s so foul-”
“I did not ask for your opinion.”
He puts the opening of the bottle to your lips and you try to turn your head, but Silas forces you to drink. With one hand, he holds the bottle, and with the other he holds your chin to make sure that you can’t turn away. You have no other choice but to swallow the burning liquid. He doesn’t let you stop until half the bottle are gone. You cough and gag, but can’t throw up.
“You absolute fu—fucking—”, you cough.
“Calm down, baby boy, it’s just some vodka”, Silas says nonchalantly and takes a sip. “Good for your heart.”
He puts his hand on your heavily raising chest, trying to calm your breathing and feel your racing heart. The alcohol turns your body heat up and you want nothing more than for that bucket of water to come back.
“My right hand man will be here to make sure that you’re not sober for a single second”, Silas says and stands up.
“You can’t fucking leave me like this!” you burst out.
“Then stop me.”
You fight against the ropes and Silas smirks triumphantly before leaving the cargo hold.
The second in command came in every half an hour to give you new sips. You tried to refuse, but with your hands locked behind your back and head spinning with alcohol, there wasn't much you could to to stop him.
You haven't drank anything since you were a young teenager and the rocking motions of the sea wasn't helping you. You refused to throw up again, refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing you in such a state next time they entered.
You hated alcohol even worse now. Fuck Silas.
After what felt like hours — in your drunken state it could very well have been days, or minutes — you couldn't take it anymore.
“Silas!” you shout and your tone goes to a whining, slurred melody. “Silas!”
You've never felt so helpless.
Silas enters with his second in command tightly behind him. He enters the cage and crouches down in front of your pathetic form.
“What?” he asks, cupping your cheek.
“Please stop”, you beg and sob, but you're not sure if the tears come from the heart or the alcohol. “Please …I will do what you want …”
Silas grabs the back of your sweaty neck and directs your wet face into his shoulder, letting you cry. You can feel that your hands are freed from the ropes.
Silas picks you up, carrying you up to the decks above water. His second in command holds your head so that you won't smash it against one of the sharp corners.
Silas tucks you into a bed and leaves you to rest. You can see the shining sun outside the round porthole window as you fall asleep.
He walks out onto the deck of the fishing boat and smirks.
“What?” his second in command asks.
“I'm not single anymore”, Silas chuckles.
“You won again, congratulations. Will you put Y/N into the basement?”
“He can handle that. But most important thing is that he's coming home where he belongs, and there won't be any more childish outbursts.”
“What happened with your brother, by the way?”
“Who cares? I don't want to meet him anyway, so the less I need to deal with him, the better.”
When the fishing boat reaches Portugal, you are dragged to a car and to the airport. You don't say much. Silas disregard for your hate of alcohol and childish behavior has put you off. If it weren't for the fact that you are hus prisoner now, you wouldn't be his friend anymore.
Silas’s private jet stands ready on an empty field. He holds your arm as he pushes you up the stairs. You rip your arm from his hold.
“I can walk by myself, let me go”, you mutter.
Silas sighs. You sit down in a seat opposite Silas and cross your arms.
“You are glaring at me”, Silas says without glancing up from his phone.
“I'm just trying to determine if you have brain cells”, you spit.
“Aren't you a fun lad?”
“Where is my phone, by the way?”
“Like sharp objects and weapons should be: far away from you.”
“Oh, I see. You're going to treat me like a child.”
“Y/N, I'm not an idiot. I trained you, I know how dangerous you are with weapons. You are even more violent than I am at times.”
“Obviously with good reasons.”
Silas glances up from his phone. You twitch your eyebrows testingly. You might not have your weapons, but your tongue is still sharp.
Being in a relationship with Silas might be more interesting than you thought, and Silas sure as hell will realize that you're not going down without a fight.
“Your girlfriend, then?” you question. “What does she think?”
“Frankly, she can't think a lot at the moment”, Silas responds, turns off his phone and luts it on the table between you.
You get the hint immediately.
“Killing her was unnecessary”, you say.
“Running away from me was unnecessary too”, Silas adds.
“This is going to be a stable relationship.”
“It will be the second you stop with the childish attitude.”
While keeping eye contact, you push his phone off the table. Silas eye twitches as he bends down to get it.
“You're going into the basement when we get home”, he says.
“Can I hit back? Or are you going to have full control and tie me up again? Is that the only way you can win over me? With me being completely helpless?”
“Oh, shut the fuck up before I let you ride on the airplane wing.”
“Sounds good to me.”
You stare at each other, and you refuse to look away first. You're going to make him regret imprisoning you.
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Enemies (with benefits)
Pairing: Cold!Chris x Reader
Word count : 1,489
Summary: Chris and reader have always been enemies ever since they’ve known each other. neither knew why they had this burning feeling in their gut. So one day they decide to fuck it out. Until, eventually doing it regularly
Warnings: smut, p0rn with plot, a LOT of plot, angst, name calling (bitch, slut, etc.), p in v, rough x, mentions of safe word (not used), rude/cold!Chris, degration, friend with benefits, awkward, (implied) RichKid!reader, no love (😔), unprotected, creampie, no after care, no use of y/n, no oc
(A/N: this is my first ever fanfic that I’ve posted on tumblr. So ya, I’m shitting bricks. Please give me feat back on my writing, and what I can improve. Also English is not my first language so I’m sorry for any mistakes. Hope you like it!! :D)
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Ever since I can remember, I’ve known the triplets. The sturniolo’s and my family were always really close. And ever since I can remember, I’ve hated Chris.
Now, enemies was a harsh word. A bit of an exaggeration. It wasn’t like we were at war for opposing countries. We were more like rivals. In every aspect.
Sometimes it felt like the only reason Chris studied for school, was to beat my grade. He wasn’t really stupid, but he was definitely not book smart.
The problem wasn’t that. We’ve always lived normally, simply hating and avoiding each other. After all he was my longtime nemesis.
Until that one fateful night where we’d been at my house. My parents have a big business so they’d frequently be on business trips. And it just so happened that that night my younger siblings were not home, both of them being at their separate sleepovers with friends.
We’d been paired for some project. And naive me thought, that it’d be fine. We could be civil for a few hours. But I thought wrong. The hatred was too strong and the tension was too thick in the air.
Seemingly everything I did made him agitated. And vise versa.
Until he finally snapped and we got into a full fledged argument, wich turned into a yelling match. However it all went quiet when he crashed his lips onto mine.
Breathing heavily I had kissed back, hard. It was easier to battle about with a kiss, rather than screaming. And like hell was I gonna be dominated by Christopher fucking sturniolo.
So the night progressed. He had me, my face buried in the sheets babbling out nonsense and screaming his name. But not in anger like I usually would.
It had been months since that happened, and it still haunted me. The idea that it even happened. That his lips had been on mine, his dick literally inside of me, that I was literally under him, disgusts me to my core. But it didn’t matter. It was one of many times.
Sometimes it was a quickie, sometimes an all nighter. Sometimes Chris was dominant other times he was not. Sometimes it was at my place other times at his.
And it wasn’t like those cliché stories of friends with benefits where one fell in love. This felt more like an urge. Like neither of us wanted to actually hook up but we were irking to. This was better than having a yelling match. And on the rare occasions I was dominant it felt great making him shut up and take it. It felt equivalent to winning an argument. The whole point was to teach a lesson, and express annoyance and anger without directly doing that.
“Chris-“ I let out a sharp cry, even the pillow that my face was buried in didn’t really make the scream sound quieter.
His hips keep drilling into my core hitting all the right spots to make me weak in the knees.
Sex with him, objectively, felt good. In the moment. He knew how to please a woman. But he also knew that he was pushing it right now.
“Don’t fucking tell me to slow down.” He snaps his tone, and words as harsh as his breathing. “You have a safe word. Use it if you need to. And other wise, shut, the fuck, up.”
I only let out a sharp whine when he seems to pick up pace even more. He’s made a mess of me. We’ve been at this for hours. Literally.
I’ve come more times than I can count and Chris wasn’t showing any sign of stoping anytime soon.
My back arches perfectly, but I’ve been in this position for too long for it to be comfortable. Him leaning over my back occasionally leaving harsh slaps on my ass while his other hand stayed firmly im my hair.
His hand being tangled in my hair as he was both pulling it, but also pressing me down into the pillow under me.
I feel the ache in my cunt subside again, as a knot starts to form. I’m close, again, and I don’t know if I can keep going after.
“Chris” I scream his name loudly panting and moaning. “I’m- close” I can barely form a sentence. His thrust are hard enough to knock the air out of my lungs every time.
“Oh ya?” He harshly slaps my ass causing me to moan loudly. “How much more you think this pussy can take?” He huffs his tone ever so cocky.
He always did this. He liked being dominant and absolutely wrecking me as much as he can. And he knows I’m close to breaking, and that’s what makes it worse. I just know he gets a wired satisfaction out of exerting me.. using me, like this.
His hand stays firmly in my hair tugging harder. His other hand trailing from my ass to my clit as he starts to rub on it harshly.
I clench instinctively, my whining and moaning getting even louder. “I’m gonna-“ a harsh slap on my clit catches me off guard.
Chris keeps going. “Fucking slut. You like getting destroyed like this?” he mocks, his tone condescending as his pace doesn’t let up.
“Go on bitch, cum on my cock. Come again.” He urges. And the rubbing of his fingers on my clit and the relentless torture to my cunt is threatening to push me over the edge.
“Can I come in that pussy again?” He asks his voice coming out strained and harsh from the pleasure.
“Yes-“ I’m cut off, again. As i am physically not able to speak with the pace he’s going at.
And the combined pressure of everything pushes me over the edge. Suddenly the knot in my stomach snaps and my body goes limp after loud moans. He goes for a few more thrusts before I feel the familiar hot liquid fill my cunt.
After a minute where we catch our breaths he slowly starts to massage my scalp knowing he’s been pulling on it for at least half an hour straight.
He pulls out not really gently, but not harshly either.
Hook ups with Chris always felt like one night stands, when they were really regular.
I let my body fall limp fully laying on my stomach as I sigh, content in my position, not attempting to move.
I can practically feel Chris watching me.
Normally I wouldn’t be this much of a mess. But than again normally we didn’t go for hours. Normally Chris used a condom. But today was not one of those days.
Sometimes chris had enough common sense to at least pretend to care.
But right now he was just staring.
“You okay?” He asks his tone gentler and more quiet than usual. He knew he was pushing it, but did he really care tho?
I shiver as I feel his hand start to rub over my back. Ever so gently pinching the skin to ease some tension.
“Ya”
My breath is short as I’m still calming down not doing or saying anything else.
After a while I turn around slightly, wincing as I lay on my back. My back hurt from the previous uncomfortable position I was in.
I opened my tired eyes, looking up at him, my eyes meeting his. I knew I probably looked like a wreck right now. My hair a mess because of all the moving and position changes as well as his pulling. My face having dried mascara and tear stains on it from when I’d been crying.
I was too tired to even hide my body. I just turned around not bothering to hide my chest as I did, I was too fucked out to care.
His lips pursed, looking over my face. But he wasn’t concerned. But rather disgusted at the sight. He was glad he made me look like shit, but I could see in his eyes that he would much rather be anywhere else right now.
After sex was the worst for us.
The arguments leading up to it were normal. The sex itself was great. But afterwards…
Usually he’d leave. But today he had gone far. He’s done worse before. But every time he did he felt like he should give me proper after care. But I can see the annoyance radiating off of him, and I just know he does not want to be here.
And as harsh as it sounds, he couldn’t really care less what state he left me in. He’s told me multiple times.
“You can leave.” I mumble sighing. My throat felt horse from all the screaming, crying and moaning, that I’d been doing. I’ll need to get a water soon.
He gives me a simple nod, quickly changing, then going to my bathroom to fix his appearance.
And than he leaves.
The room is quiet. Nothing to be heard, nothing to be said.
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A/N: hope you liked it, this was literally my first time writing smut🫣 also I don’t have a taglist yet, so i just added my moots. Tell me if u wanna be added, or removed :D
‼️please don’t copy my work/idea‼️
Taglist : @muwapsturniolo , @sturnad , @iluvm4ttsturni0l0 , @evie-sturns
#sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo x you#chris sturniolo x y/n#christopher sturniolo x reader#chris x reader#christopher sturniolo smut#christopher sturniolo#sturniolo x you#sturniolo smut#Spotify#smut
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I should rly draw the snake triplets more I love them sm but also grrrrr human
#rat rambles#oc posting#maybe I should just doodle shoe and sock over and over again and just pretend snek doesnt exist /j#I did actually do that a lot with them after I finally figured out how to draw them looking more like actual snakes#I drew snek plenty too though she used to be one of my favorite of the eternal gales kids to draw#and just one of my favorites in general she very much used to be the favorite child lol#I think at this point shes probably one of the human kids whove gone through the least design changes#although dodie and bloom are probably a lil bit ahead of her there but thats largely because they were some of the last properly designed#while the snake triplets where like. the second to be designed of the human kids fgndjfnd#shoe and sock have gotten plenty of changes over the years since their early designs were all uglyyyyyy#I did NOT know how to draw snakes in the slightest lol#come to think of it Im bot even sure if bloom has ever gotten any more major redesigns#I thinkkkk her pants and shoes might have been different at some point? and I know it took a lil while for me to stylise her hair like now#but the hair thing applies to plenty if characters of mine and I more so consider it me refining how I draw them as opposed to a change#but yeah asside from those three pretty much every eternal gales character has had some sort of design overhaul at some point#I believe fydd was the first one like way way back when I made him birb and I rly havent touched his design much since#you can probably find his old design on the internet somewhere but yeah I had good reasons for changing it lol#but yeah other than him I believe most more major redesigns were done during tge timr of this blog's excistence#not counting the staliens most of them got their big redesigns long ago#their og designs were ugly and samey as fuck I did not know what I was doing fhfnsjdbd#well not all of them busy and dancer for example have barely changed#helmet also isnt that different asside from minor details#most of the others at least had some major color overhaul#oh except for softie ofc but thats just because of how recently I made them lol
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officer!els<3
author's note - meow i love this woman.
content warnings - black!coded!reader ig????, fluff, els i love u ellie williams pls handcuff me to ur bed and police-brutalize me! , text msgs from reader that are very me-coded! , mostly just based off every grumpy but cool cop i've seen in media, lots of notes from me i'm going insane I NEED HER!!!!! , there's a white man in a pic i put... you have been warned, smut/suggestive shit at the end!
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- def wanted to be a cop when she was a kid and then was a total fucking juvenile as a teen. (duh!)
- always loved the police officers who barely ever gave troubled kids a hard time. (this is coming from a troubled kid. acab all the way except for u guys. well, still acab, but y'all r cool!) would refuse to talk to anyone except her favorites. i fully believe that's one of the reasons she would go into this workforce.
- when she got approved to start training to be a cop, u were home with her favorite strand of weed and she gave u a look like, "🤨🤨" , "can't be doing that no more baby, i'm gonna be a cop." , "...stfu and take the first hit before you piss me off..." , she's wearing a SHIT-eating grin before she takes it. (don't ask me how she passes her drug-tests!) (probably gets jesse to do it or someone idk maybe joel if she's lucky!) (def not joel...)
- ADDING ONTO THIS!^^ : every single time you smoke when she can't she'll look so sad or just side-eye tf out of you... "really?" , "what do you want me to do ellie..." u stopped smoking around her when she couldn't...
- this woman is so intimidating but once those cop dogs come on the scene she's so cute<3 . she's so smiley and happy they love her AND SHE LOVES THEM. she definitely sent u a picture of her with the group of the babies and was like, "can we adopt them all pls i love them ):" . you guys adopted a rescue pup shortly after...
- whenever you're doing ANYTHING EVER she flashes her badge at you and says something so loser of her , "don't make me handcuff you..." or makes finger guns with the sounds and GOD I LOVE THIS WOMAN.
- speaking of badges, she always has her badge on her. ALWAYS. it is EMBARRASSING!
- when she got her first arrest she was so happy:3 . i FEEL like she took a picture with the fucker and everything and she looked so proud of herself. "good job baby now pls get to the station before that mf breaks out of those handcuffs he looks like he's gonna murder u..."
- this is a headcannon of mine (and canon so why am i saying hc maybe it's just bcs it's more in-depth in my head.) but she loves kids and whenever she sees a younger person at the station, she makes sure that they're ok and have everything they need.
- with that being said, she HATES the teens who don't have a valid reason to be such delinquents. lovable delinquents are her soft-spot but those... THOSE ONES😧.
- definitely is a kitten-saver-cop. hates getting the call but she responds every time.
- sends u this pic anytime u say something mildly threatening to her in text msgs:
suggestive/NSFW!
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- the day she got her uniform, you wanted to jump her bones. she came back home, poor girl was so tired and all you could think about is how good she looked in that shit.
- like i said... the badge is with her at all times... maybe this is too feral but i feel like she put IT in ur mouth and took a polaroid of it after u were done eating her out or SSAAAWWWWMMMMTHHHIIIIING. (pls let me wear ur badge baby i'm on my knees BEGGING YOU!)
- definitely joked about role-playing jailer/jailed and then it wasn't a joke anymore. y'all tried it once and couldn't stop laughing.
- has definitely used her handcuffs on u or vice versa. she gets so excited when u pull that shit out.
- ggggg...g-g-gu-....gggggggggguuuunnn ki-
- definitely has fucked u in the uniform. u two probs have had a quickie in the station bathroom on multiple occasions.
bonus round - police!els edit<3 :
#abby tlou#tlou2#abby anderson#abby anderson fic#ellie the last of us#ellie tlou#ellie williams#ellie x abby#ellie x fem reader#ellabs#ellie x reader#ellie williams smut#ellie williams series#ellie williams fanfic#ellie williams fluff#ellie williams fanart#dina tlou#tlou art#joel tlou#the last of us#tlou#joel miller#bella ramsey#laura bailey#ani's ellie🎀#ani's writing📖
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The One With The Proposal
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!OC
Warnings: smut, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), slight BDSM (use of cuffs), delayed orgasm, P in V sex, unprotected sex (people pls be safe), creampie, no use of Y/N
Word Count: 4.1k
A/N: Well... Okay. There's a few things you need to know about this piece of work you're about to read. This is actually a part of my series that I'm writing on Wattpad. I will put the link below in case you want to read the whole thing. It's not finished, I'm still writing it. This chapter, however, can be a standalone and can be viewed as a one-shot, so I decided to post it here, too. I wish you an enjoyable reading. Oh, and this is not read through, so if you find some mistakes, pretend that you didn't.
Wattpad acc link: here
Spencer Reid. A man known for several things. His knowledge. A brilliant man, whom the FBI owes many thanks. Uncountable cases that he helped solve that would probably stay unsolved without him. His blabbering. He had a whole paragraph ready to shout out on anything you say. The sky? Fun fact... The book you're looking at? Fun fact, the author actually... A specific person who's dead or alive or never surfaced for something they did? Fun fact about them...
You will never see him wear anything outside of professional clothes. Comfortable professional clothes. Sweaters, cardigans. He sometimes reminds me of older women who wrap themselves in their cardigans. You will never hear him swear. Not in public, anyway. The most he said once was goddamn it. The entire team was left in shock. Penelope was even scared of him that day.
He will stutter in conversations and situations that make him even slightly uncomfortable. He has a germ thing. He never shakes hands or hugs with random people. He makes contact with his friends, me, and some close people like his mother, Diane.
Now put all that into an image and try to picture that man. A shy, uncomfortable, boyish man. Stuck reading books when he has free time. No, no. He cancels plans to stay indoors and read books. Even re-read them.
That same man proposed to me half an hour ago. It was small, intimate, and sentimental. We walked by the restaurant where we confessed we loved each other. He let my hand go and I took a few steps ahead. When I turned back, he was down on one knee and held a small box in his hands.
I said yes.
I said yes more than once.
He was the sweetest man. He was mine. I loved to be loved by him. Delicate, heartwarming, caring and sweet. The man I just described above.
That same man was driving us home at the moment, his dick hard, bulging in his pants, one hand or the wheel, the other deep in my cunt while curving his knuckles at a new angle as he fucked me.
Every person has two sides.
And boy, oh boy, did I love his other side.
Everything anyone knew about Spencer, they would say he would be a sweet, whiney, submissive man during intimacy. I beg to differ.
His fingers twirling inside me, I huff as I refuse to moan just yet. I hated the way he could make me fold so, so easily. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. My mouth is open and I can't hold in pleads from him. His fingers are long. I love his fingers. But his cock is bigger.
He pulls into our parking space and he removes his hand from under my dress. He walks out and comes around to open my door. I begin to come out when he stops me, picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder. I yelp, feeling almost powerless. He slams the door and locks the car and continues to carry me up almost three flights of stairs. The apartment door flies open before we go in. He closes it with his leg and heads directly to our bedroom.
I can't help but blush. I felt like a tiny girl. How disgusting that the tiny girl imagined all the things he would do to her in a few moments. He slides me down and steps back to look at me. His eyes scan me, from the smallest hair on the top of my head all the way down to my toes. There's a devilish desire in his eyes, his mouth parted ever so slightly. His eyes come back to mine and he, almost growling, says, "I kneeled for you, now go ahead and kneel for me."
Tingles run down my entire body. I don't hesitate to obligate his request. Not a request. He demanded. And I wasn't going to defy this. I wasn't going to defy him. Not breaking eye contact, I slide down on my knees, perfectly aligned with his belt. I look ahead, seeing him painfully hard in his pants. I slide my hands up his legs and start undoing his pants. Every clank makes me tingle between my legs.
There was a specific time when a powerful, strong and independent woman only wants, no, only needs to be told what to do. I raised myself from nothing. No one helped me. I could only thank myself for everything I have accomplished in my life. I would listen to no man. No man had the power over me. No man could take nothing from me. Except him. He had all of me wrapped around his little finger.
And I didn't mind.
Being submissive to someone means so much more then people think. It means trust. It means love. Truth be told, not every submissive person tends to be like that in everyday life. Don't get me wrong, I know what comes to mind when you think of someone like that. Porn taught us so wrongly. And this? This was so much more intimate then just porn. This was desire, lust, and pure neediness.
After undoing his belt, I pulled down his pants, tugging his underwear to, removing them to. I would skip everything just to feel him. Being released from his clothes was hitting him sweetly as he took a sharp breath when my eyes fell to his dick.
I look up, almost lustful, maybe waiting for him to tell me to touch him, maybe even to beg me, a whole 180 to what I just described myself as. His eyes were dark and watching me from a high. He simply smirked, almost reading my mind and what was going through it.
"Go on," he half whispered, voice deep just like the darkness around us, "be the slut the outside world has no idea you are."
And that was all it took. My hand takes his base before I stick out my tongue and slide it up his entire length. There was a lot of length. He inhales, pushing a groan down his throat at the first touch I plant on him.
This was going to be a long night.
The kiss I leave at his tip as I start stroking him with my hand sends his head falling back. The motion pushes his curls off of his forehead. I loved when his hair fell on his face. It made him look messy. It made him look more flustered. And the image of him like that made me throb between my legs.
After enough slow-play, I stick out my tongue and take him in my mouth, slowly, reaching as far as I could before I feel him touch my throat. He feels he reached far and he groans. The funny thing is I had taken only half of him. He looks down again, his hairs flying back to his face. His fingers twist around in my hair and tug slightly, almost like he was checking the grip he had on my head.
But I soon found out it wasn't the grip why I thought he wanted it. He held my head in place as he started to rock back and forth. He was using me. Using my mouth to be precise. And he started fucking it. At first it was slow, almost shallow thrusts, reaching where he first did. But as time passed, he became more fierce. He started going deeper, hitting the back of my throat with more force making me gag. My eyes started to water as I had no control over anything. His hand held my head in place as he now almost pounded into my mouth.
As he continued, I could feel him twitch on the top of my mouth. And so did I. I felt my panties dampen with every second that passed. I was horny because my boyfriend, my fiancé, was fucking my throat like it was just something for him to use.
Muffled moans and occasional groans escaped his mouth. He was about to finish. I could easily tell by the increased speed of his thrusts and their force. Finally, he pushed himself almost the whole way, deep into my throat and let himself release there. I gagged pretty hard, trying to keep him down and not throw out his cum.
He pulled himself out and let go of his grip on my hair. His hand slid from behind to my chin and he lifted my face up. He was taking deep and long breaths, his chest falling and rising every time. His eyes scanned me, a fucked mouth, watery eyes and bright red cheeks. Must have been quite a sight.
"Swallow, baby." he said and left his mouth slightly opened, watching as the small bulb went down my throat and he smiled in satisfaction. "Good girl. Your turn."
He bent down and picked me up to carry me to the bed. Back facing the mattress, he climbed on top and roughly kissed me. I loved when he did that. After what I just did, he didn't hesitate to kiss me. He didn't get disgusted to do so. His fingers hooked around the hem of my dress and he pulled it off in one quick motion. I was left in my bra and panties that were already soaking wet. Every time he saw me like that, dressed but not dressed, I'd get shy.
I never liked my body. And yet he worshipped it.
"God, you're so gorgeous." he hovered over me, his eyes trailing over every inch of my body. I shivered from his words that sounded like a prayer. It was half whispers. Like he was afraid that if someone heard what he had, it would be stolen from him.
His lips come down and start kissing my neck, my weak spot. Just the warmth of his kiss makes me moan, eager for more as I buck my hips up towards him. I feel that I caress his cock against my thigh, and as soon as he feels it, he pushes my hips down with his hands.
"Needy, are we?" he chuckles against my skin as he now slowly moves lower and leaves a trail of kisses at my collarbone.
"I hate when you do this." I whine, my fingers roaming through his hair.
"You hate when I kiss you?" he says between kisses, one on my shoulder, one at the base of my neck, one directly in between my breasts.
"No, I-" my words get interrupted when I moan. I feel him smile when he hears me. "I hate when you make me wait. You tease. Every time." I take a deep breath in between every sentence to take in his kisses. As much as I did hate the delay of the actual sex, I loved feeling him everywhere. I didn't know what I wanted more.
He continues kissing, his lips reaching my stomach and he stops. I look down to see him slightly smirking as he is settled just between my legs. I feel shivers. He lets go of my hips and slowly pulls down my panties, sliding his fingers down along my legs in the process. He is continuing to tease me with every touch he leaves on my body.
When I finally think that he is going to stick his tongue at my cunt, I am yet again met with disappointment. He comes over me and trails his hands, slowly, around my back as he keeps looking me in the eyes to catch every whiney face I make as I plead him to fuck me already using no words. But he knows. Oh, he knows that's what I'm asking of him.
He unhooks my bra and I am completely naked. His shirt comes off as he makes us even. Again, I hope that he will now go down. It doesn't have to be his mouth, I'll be happy if he would just stick his fucking fingers into my pussy and rummage through it. But, no. He bends down and kisses my breasts, moving from one to the other. Kissing it, sucking on the nipples, squeezing them with his hands.
If he was kissing and/or sucking the right he would be squeezing the left. There was no space left for me to catch a breath. Then, he bit down on one, just enough to make me squeal. He chuckled with my tit in his mouth. I had enough. I gripped his hair and pulled him up to my face.
"What do you fucking want from me?" I say with a whiney voice. I sounded desperate. I hated it. I loved it, too.
His face had a drunk smile across it. He was enjoying this. My torture was satisfaction for him. Fucking great. "I want you to beg." he said through a whisper. His head was tilted back as I was pulling his hair.
I hated to beg him. Especially to do what I wanted. I knew he knows what I want, but he loves when he makes me break and I have nothing left but to fucking beg him to do the most unholy things to me.
I roll my eyes. "No." I simply say.
He smirks and bucks his hips so his dick slides over my dripping cunt. My entire body arches and he smiles again. "Beg, my love. Use that mouth for something else then a place for me to dump my cum."
That mother fucker. "You assh-" he bucks his hips again and breaks me mid-sentence. I growl at him.
"I don't think that's how begging works. C'mon. Beg me to fuck you. I know you want to."
It was weird hearing him swear. Not just swear, but use vulgar words in general. I used them everyday. It was like saying 'hi' to someone. But Spencer? Noup.
I gave up. I close my eyes and just make peace with my fate. "Please, Spencer."
He bends down and kisses my lips. "You have to be specific, my love. What do you want from me?"
I'm boiling at this point. Do I have a choice? If I want to be fucked, not really. "I want you to fuck me, please me, make me cum. I'm fucking tired of being teased." I practically cry out the last part.
He smirks and I let go of my grip on his hair. He doesn't move, he is still looking me directly in the eyes as he slides one hand down and caresses my inner thigh. He goes over my cunt with his entire hand and I loudly gasp. He watches, enjoys the reactions he gets as he touches me. He brings his hand up and licks his two fingers and then slides them down again.
Baby, you don't need no more moisture, I'm wet enough.
His hand finally connects to my core and he starts making circles around my clit. My body erupts. I no longer have control over my reactions. My eyebrows furrow, my mouth is wide open and it's letting out moans, whines, sounds I didn't even know I could make. And he simply watches. From time to time he would bend down and kiss my neck, maybe even bite down on it, making me buck my entire body up.
"God, you're so fucking wet." he says and starts rubbing up and down my entrance. "You're so pretty. My pretty girl."
I'm melting. Melting into his sinister hands that are touching me in the most horrid ways. And I wouldn't stop him even in a million fucking years.
He slides the fingers in, gently, slowly, caringly. I let out a loud moan, slapping my mouth after I do. Just as I did, his other hand takes my wrist and pulls it off. Holding it, he collects my other hand and pins both of them above my head. "Why would you do that?" he asks. But I don't answer, it's a rhetorical question. "You sound so beautiful when you moan for me. You sound so pretty."
His knuckles are now buried deep inside my pussy and he starts to pump them in and out. When he slides them back in, his thumb hits my clit and he curls his fingers inside just enough to hit that little spot. Every movement he made was followed by that wet sound. I just knew his fingers were drowning in my arousal, and I just knew he was so eager to put his cock inside there too.
He kisses my jaw, my neck, my cheeks. He is enjoying this. Pleasuring someone you truly love is pleasure to you as well. His other hand in on my thigh, pulling it away so he has better access and can slide in deeper then he usually could. In between my own sounds, I can hear him groan whenever I jerk my hips upward and slightly stoke him against my leg.
I want more. Now, I'm just desperate because I don't want to finish now. I want to cum over his cock while he is buried all the way inside. I want him to see that little blub in my stomach appear and disappear as he fucks me.
Like on cue, as if he heard me, he pulls his hand away and climbs the bed again. Pushing my legs fully apart, he aligns himself at my entrance. He pushes, but purposefully jerks himself up so he slides against my clit. I see him place himself on my abdomen as if he is looking how far he goes when he's inside.
"Look at how deep I can bury myself in you, love." he admires and glides his fingers over my skin. He pulls back and leans over to the drawer next to our bed. For a moment he rummages through it. "Shit."
I look over, trying to figure out what was going on. "What is it?"
He pauses and looks at me. "We don't have any condoms."
Well shit.
But I put on my big girl face. "And?"
He looks slightly surprised by my reaction. "No protection?"
I shrug. "What's the worst that can happen?" I smirk, moving myself lower on the bed and connecting myself with him. He really was hard.
He says nothing and just enters. He pushes in with quite a bit of force. I let out a quiet scream at his motion. I still needed time to adjust to his length. But he didn't care. He was already in full force, starting to pick up the pace of his thrusts. His hands go down and wrap around my hips and he uses them to pull me on himself as he continues to pound me.
The room is filled with my whines and moans, the sounds of our hips connecting and slamming against each other, and his groans. I love when he groans. I know he feels good. I make him feel good.
"You're so tight. It's so warm inside." he says through rough groans.
His fingers are diving inside the skin of my hips. I feel pain as he squeezes them. I push the feeling away, I even don't have to. The feeling of his dick hitting my deepest point is strong enough to push it away almost instantly.
The repetitive slamming into me lures my finish to approach. It's forming in my gut and I feel it slowly coming as he continues fucking me mercilessly, rough and fast thrusts.
"I'm gonna cum- Oh, God, Spence." I saw, although I'm not sure how I managed to.
Just as I said that, I felt my climax get at its highest point, and I was about to finish-
He pulls out.
What the fuck?!
"Wha- what are you doing?" I stutter, the high still in the air but it's fading away.
He looks down and has a wicked smile on his face. His cheeks are deep red and his hair is damp from his sweat. "I'm not done with you. Turn around."
I'm mad. Furious. I want to defy him so badly, I want to say 'no', maybe even flip him off. But I want to finish. I was just about to. So I do as I'm told. I prompt myself up and turn around and stand on all fours on the bed. Might I add that this is my favorite position.
I expect him to align himself again and continue to thrust like he did, but he gets off the bed and walks over to the corner of the room. The corner where he keeps his bag for work. I hear a clank before he walks back behind me. He places his hand on my upper back and slightly pushes, indicating for me to lower myself even more. My face and chest lay on the mattress. My ass is now the only thing in the air.
This position gives him more access. I am ready for it to hurt before I can adjust myself to his length again at this angle. Yet again, I don't get what I'm expecting. He takes my wrist and places it behind my back, then the other and connects it with my other one. I hear that clank again. He takes one of my wrists again and puts the metal around it.
It's his fucking cuffs.
He puts his cuffs on and thugs on the chain between them to pull my arms back. He pulls so much that I have to lift myself slightly off the bed. I tremble. Out of excitement. Our of slight fear. Out of horniness, simply.
I feel him bend down and kiss my back. He knows I love that. It feels very intimate to me. He kisses down my spine and then slaps my ass. I yelp, not just by the sudden contact, but also because he slapped it pretty hardly. Not enough to leave a bruise, but it will definitely go red in a few seconds.
"You ready?"
There are certain points in our sex life when he asks, or even simply warns to hold on tight to anything. Since I was obviously restrained, he's asking. That is enough to know this was going to be really good.
"Yeah." I whisper, my face buried back into our bed.
"You know I love you, right?" he whispers again and pushes his tip into my cunt.
My breath trembles since I was still sensitive from the high I missed a few minutes ago. "I know."
"Good. Because for the next few minutes it might not look like I do."
He didn't give me time to respond. He slammed himself inside, making me scream out. This was enough for the neighbors to hear. He started thrusting. I still wasn't adjusted to this position, and his cock was hitting from a new angle that allowed much better access. I felt pain. But, God, was it good. My eyes started watering from the pain as I couldn't take it. I prayed that my pussy would stretch just slightly so I could take him a bit easier.
After a short while, I did. The slight pain was still there. It couldn't really go away from the force he was driving himself in. And then it happened. He slapped my ass again. It was a strong slap. His hand was big enough to cover my entire cheek. I yelp at the sudden pain.
As he continues to thrust, I feel him occasionally twitch. That can mean only one thing. He is about to cum again. Just when I realize that, he speeds up. He pulls on the cuffs and makes me get up from the bed. He's pulling hard enough to hold me in the air.
He hits again, going back to squeeze after. I feel the slight burn of his slaps. Another one connects to my skin and with it I feel that high again. I don't want it to escape again, so I bend slightly so he feels me letting him slide even deeper.
Spencer quickly realizes what I'm trying to tell him, but there's not much left before I feel him hammer himself once, then again, just as I feel my climax release. I scream out, and I feel him empty himself inside.
It takes him a few seconds to calm down before he lets me fall down on the bed again. I'm a fucking mess. He takes off the cuffs and places my hands on my sides before he bends down and removes my hair from the back of my neck and kisses in that spot.
"My perfect girl." he cooed. "You're so fucking special."
I breathe deeply. "Well..." I begin as he lays down next to me. "That was fun." I feel his cum drip down out of my cunt.
He chortles. "That's one way to put it."
I was about to marry this man. I loved every inch of him. Every version there was of him. There was nothing that could take that away from me.
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mistki's the land is inhospitable and so are we (2023)!! as edits featuring mine and some of my friends ocs 😁 had a lot of fun with this project... rough explainer of how/why each song corresponds to each character/s under the cut because i love symbolism and talking! sorry it is long
bug like an angel - sapphire
without spoiling too much of her story and arc... sapphire's life is not easy. she's hurt by people she cares for and who care for her, although inadvertently, and in turn hurts people who she cares for and who cared for her, also not by her own volition. it's kind of a terrible truth that you will harm and be harmed by the people you love, even when you and they truly don't want to. it's up to you how much you're willing to take and deal. you can't keep every promise you make and you can't right every wrong. but you have to keep trying anyway. that's sapphire's strength, and the core of her goodness and why i personally consider her one of my favourite ocs. i chose to depict bug like an angel in mitski's more positive interpretation here and in that light i think it works best for saph
buffalo replaced - heiya
well first and foremost the vibes of the song fits heiya perfectly fhgjk but also lyricism and tone... yep. quick breakdown of heiya's background since i doubt i'll ever be able to do it properly she's an interesting character for me because she like a lot of my other characters has lost. everything. she had a wife and a child and they were both killed and she had to leave her home again and again and unlike how some of my others would have taken this she has never flagged in her unwavering dedication to preserving hope. for herself for her people for the future etc etc. which is a very fucking difficult thing to do! the world changes faster than you can keep up with it sometimes but for heiya she will not let herself tire and be swept away in it all. people rely on her. she's a guiding star as much as she is a woman. she's a lover and a fighter and thats what buffalo replaced means to me! so
heaven - vinny and caleb
i feel like of all my oc couples so far they have like. the sweetest most kind of simply mutually trusting dare i say straight forward love. they just love each other so much and thats all. the world could end around them when theyre together and it'd be okay truly. also yeah vinny is ostensibly in heaven now bye angel i feel like this one was pretty self explanatory. me and who WHEN
i don't like my mind - sunny
he just like me fr (said in denji voice) anyways wow ha. unstoppable unending guilt due to past actions that haunt your every waking moment? throwing yourself into any and all distraction just to take your mind off it, filling your time with other shit so that past sin doesnt for once echo in your awful and hollow brain? this song is perfect for sunny honestly just that sentiment also the "please don't take this job from me".... sometimes the coping is worse. you can be proud of something because you can do it better than anyone else even if that thing is terrible
the deal - wolfgang munch by @gunthermunch
Wolfgang Amadeus Munch. umm this will make more sense later on but it still kind of makes sense now i think. he doesn't want to be himself he keeps . leaving and moving and running away from his own memories his own self in reaction to others. if he could pawn it all off he would. if he could be better in an instant without having to feel every agonising second of change he would! but thats not how the world works. or is it. read munch by gunthermunch thats an order
when memories snow - lilian
i feel the older you get the more your past kind of swells up and trails behind you... at least for lilian that is shes very linked to the different versions of the girl/young woman she used to be. for her its a double edged blade, a lot of her own strength is drawn from who she was and what happened to her throughout her life. they haunt her but she's haunting it back in her own way
my love mine all mine - saige, bellona, ari
stares you down okay so usage of this song very much almost verges into spoiler territory but uhm. uhm. starts twitching basically the whole dynamic here is . sometimes when you love you will sacrifice. and while that is usually a good thing sometimes it is not but sometimes it still is. sometimes you pay your dues for love and sometimes someone else has to pay for your love as well. and whether that is worth it to them remains to be seen. but it's all about love still. whether that's a worthy cause is up to you i suppose
the frost - yoshiki and hikaru from hikaru ga shida natsu
fun fact (or not so fun fact since i had it listed as such) this slot was originally meant to be taken up by a gojo/geto edit and while it still works for them frighteningly well i swerved to do another black and white haired doomed gay pairing gfhjkl; i really recommend yall to read hikaru ga shinda natsu/the summer that hikaru died because honestly it speaks for itself! it's SO good i love it so bad
star - ari and luca by @anjitrait
wow these two did not deserve the horrors the narrative (me) slammed down onto their heads. they're kind of the most married of all time to me but like of course under pressure even the strongest most loving of bonds will warp. they've been together for roughly a decade and a half now. they know and love each other as totally as you could possibly imagine. despite it all i am yours, no matter. are we picking up what i'm putting down chat
i'm your man - nayef and sióar by @lucidicer
after the album dropped like at least 3 people swung into my dms with a ?this you?? about this song which. i mean the fucking dogs that start barking halfway through the song. are you kidding me. but anyways sioyef and devotion. sioyef and putting yourself in your lover's hands and looking to them like they are a god. this is super self explanatory. you know
i love me after you - redacted and ophelia
HM.... all i'll say here is that sometimes the homoerotic tension filled high school friendship where both parties have something very wrong with them but in totally different directions can be. scarring. bad. sometimes love just isn't enough when you don't know what you're meant to do with it and when you've lived in survival mode all your life. but that once the dust clears you can scrape yourself off the ground get up keep going and that isn't gonna be the end for you there. or for love, even. sometimes shit just ain't meant to be and thats ok
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to the girls who are failed by the narrative: masterlist | jjk
enclosed here are stories of tragedy; of loving someone too much that his loss becomes your ruination, of waves of blue and black that threatens to wash your cheeks with the colors of summer, of curses trapping you in prophecies not even a red string can break, of unlikely saviours and damsels who fell harder for each other.
note: all of these are connected. every character has their own 'reader' (except for yuta). once we move on to the next character, the previous reader will be given a nickname. i am actually excited about this <5 consider this as my official comeback (?) here on this site.
my love is mine all mine — zen'in toji (later fushiguro) x reader
: 'the glorified womb', 'the heir bearer', 'the blessed flower of the jujutsu society' — they are just some of the titles given to the women of your mother's clan, and all of them eventually fell to you, the prodigal firstborn who has the misfortune of birthing someone who will be stronger than their predecessors. with the fate of someone's clan on your shoulders, there are only a handful of things told to you while growing up; be as demure as you can be, never open your mouth and squash your thoughts, sit with a posture befitting that of a lady wearing an invisible yet heavy diadem. but the one that rings the most goes like this: your only purpose in this world is to be a silent wife to a man who will give you the opportunity to carry the next generation of powerful sorcerers. you remember all of these as you walk toward zen'in ogi in your uchikake, the constricting material around your waist akin to the gripping hold of your cursed technique.
and in fate's funny little ways of fabricating legacies and stories, you forget them when you are spirited away by the man who always welcomes the coming of the seasons with you without fail.
chapters:
i: their redness talks to my wounds
ii: in our circle of green
iii: coming soon !!
iv: coming soon !!
v: coming soon !!
to love and be loved is to rest — gojo satoru (w. geto suguru) x reader
: you knew you will never love gojo satoru, the godling that will make kingdom come if he so wished it, the moment he pushed you into a puddle of muddy water the day your older sister was announced to be engaged to the possible heir of the zen'in clan. with your new kimono drenched in brown splatters and your hair in disarray, the little white rat had the gall to cackle in front of majority of the jujutsu society. that was the day you vowed to always harbour hate for him. yet for some weird reason, gojo becomes a constant in your life — the only one to ever see you at your weakest when your sister abandoned you to become the next bride and the only one who promised to return your youth to you by being your semblance of normalcy among the decaying beliefs and elders of the jujutsu society.
you thought you will never know love until you met geto suguru and all his gentle smiles, warm demeanour, and weird fringe. and before you know it, your little world with gojo expanded to include geto, ieiri, and the colours of summer throughout the year. but summer will always fade away to autumn, a season that chills you to the bone and sets glaciers in your blood, its fingers promising change like no other.
because it was fall of 2007 that you wish you never knew what love is at all.
chapters: coming soon !!
except for your eyes, no blade can control me — fushiguro megumi x reader
: coming soon !!
[bonus] hearts be burned asunder with love — okkotsu yuta x oc
: it's a new generation of sorcerers and the flower of the jujutsu society truly lived up to her fate of carrying new heirs for a dying clan. from her union with the nefarious sorcerer killer comes a blessing and a festival; a shepherd of umbras in the shape of animal curses and the other an amalgamation of opposing energies.
the moment fushiguro matsuri first sung her pleas to the world, the shadows danced and the flowers tried reaching for a speck of light. and it is when she was finally swallowed by the mass of shadows that her twin brother first saw how cruel their part of the world can be.
it's november 2017 and a cursed womb has been spotted hanging like an ominous raindrop of cynicism above a remote forest near a clan compound. all sorcerers near the area are dispatched to the scene but fushiguro megumi has one request to his mentor (begrudging uncle), bring the first-year jujutsu high student he met a few months ago to where the cursed womb is. after all, okkotsu yuta is the only sorcerer megumi openly respects to save his sister and matsuri is the only person everyone expects to neutralize the queen of curses if the time comes for the sword to reap its harvest.
: coming soon !!
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anyone else
part: 5
pairing: paige bueckers x oc
word count: 4.2k
c/w: language, injury
a/n: guys, thank you so so so much for following along with this story. it means the absolute world to me. that being said, we're a few parts away from the end of this fic. please keep sending in asks so that i can write after this!! i seriously need your help - i know i don't respond to asks but trust me i see them all!
DECEMBER 2021
When I wake up in Paige’s arms again, I don’t scramble to leave like I did before. It’s like all my inhibitions are lowered. My left leg is precariously sprawled out to protect my knee, my right ledged in between hers. Her arms are locked tightly around my waist, her hair splayed across her shoulders. I smile to myself. Paige looks angelic, her blonde hair a halo around her peaceful, sleeping face. I move ever so slightly, just to get a better view, and her eyes flutter open, registering me slowly.
“Hi,” I whisper.
“Hey, you,” she whispers back, her voice hoarse. This time, when she brushes my hair out of my face, I don’t try to stop her.
“How’s the knee?” She wonders.
I wince. “Been better,” I admit.
She grimaces. “That was a crazy save, though,” she reassures me. Her voice is so endearingly scratchy that I can hardly stand it.
“It was, wasn’t it?” I muse. She laughs, her fingers still smoothing my hair down. Then they move to my face. She traces my lips with the tip of her finger, then trails down to go over my jaw. Her eyes train on my lips, and I can hardly chastise her for it, because I watch the way her tongue darts out to lick her own.
Stop it.
I sigh, sitting up to turn away from her. “Avantika,” she says exasperatedly. “Stop doing that.”
I feel her sit up, too, her presence closer to me. “You didn’t have to stay,” I mumble.
Paige sighs, her hands landing on my arms to run up and down them. I shiver at her touch, but lean into it anyway. She’s so warm, so real, so familiar. “When have I ever been able to say no to you?” She asks quietly.
It’s true. Even a year ago, when we’d end up like this, I’d always initiated it.
Can I stay?
Do you want me to stay?
It didn’t matter if she had practice early the next morning or lift, or if I’d crawl out of bed much earlier than her to leave her sleeping form to go about my own day. I just loved being with her. I missed the small things; her calloused fingers against my skin, her breath whistling through her lips. We didn’t do anything but sleep, and I had always wondered how this girl who supposedly got with every available girl on campus (and some unavailable ones) hadn’t yet tried to weasel her way into my pants.
I focus on the feeling of her hands, ignoring the goosebumps that appear on my legs. I feel the strap of my tank top slide off my shoulder, and Paige’s breath hits my bare skin. I hold my own breath, waiting to see what she’ll do. Part of me wants her to just touch me, to drop this nonsensical facade and take me the way she wants to, the way that part of me wants her to.
But then…
There’s the part of me that cried so hard over her that the pain in between my eyebrows was still there the next morning.
Her lips press to my shoulder. Over and over, she peppers slow kisses all over my bare skin. I shiver, gasping slightly. She doesn’t take it any further, just rests her chin where her mouth was. “Can I tell you something?” She asks softly. I feel the vibrations from her voice against my body and I hum in response. Her hand comes around my body to take mine, lacing our fingers together.
“I missed you. Bad.”
“Paige, please,” I say, because I can’t stand the thought of her missing me just as much as I missed her.
“How do you not see that?” She demands softly.
“Stop it,” I tell her, but she’s rattling the bars of the cage around my heart.
“I thought it would stop. I thought I could stop wanting you, I really did,” she murmurs, squeezing my hand. “I can’t. I can’t. I swear I’m trying…” She sounds exhausted. The silence is heavy, and I run my thumb over her fingers. “We can’t,” I say, but I don’t believe myself.
“I can’t not want you,” she admits. Her voice is so small, smaller than I’ve ever heard it.
I turn my head to look at her, just an inch, and suddenly her lips are on mine.
I gasp at the electricity that runs through me when Paige kisses me deeply, a hand coming up to caress my jaw. I kiss back immediately, because pulling away from her when she’s kissing me like this feels almost criminal. I let her move her lips against mine, let her lay back against the pillows and bring me with her, pulling my body to hers without disconnecting our mouths. She slips her tongue into my mouth lazily and I sigh against her lips, cupping her face to press her closer. She makes a noise into the kiss that I can’t quite decipher, a hand brushing at my hip, then edging under my shirt.
“Tell me to stop,” she whispers against my mouth. I kiss her harder, not ready to be plunged back into reality, because she feels the same and tastes the same and it hurts. “Ava, tell me to stop,” she begs. I kiss her once more, softly, slowly, then pull away, resting my forehead against hers. “You should go,” I whisper after a few minutes of us just breathing into each other. She closes her eyes, groaning in frustration.
“You keep saying we can’t. You keep pushing me away and you won’t fucking tell me why. Why? Why can’t we do this? Because clearly I want to and you want to-”
“I don’t.” I interrupt. “Want to. I don’t want to.”
Paige breathes out through her nostrils. “Bullshit,” she says, her tone flat.
I frown at her. “Excuse me?” I demand.
“You’re saying you don’t want me, but the way you just kissed me says otherwise.”
“Is it so hard for you to believe someone doesn’t want you?”
“No. It’s hard for me to believe that you don’t want me.”
“Shut up, Paige.”
Her voice rises: “Does all of this mean nothing to you? I mean, everything our freshman year? Last night? How do you not-”
“Did you help me last night just so you could…” I trail off, my chest paining. I stare at her, anger searing in my stomach. When I speak, I feel hot tears pricking at my eyes. “Did you help me out last night so you could fuck me?” I ask quietly, but there’s anger in every syllable.
Her eyes widen. “What? Ava-”
“Don’t call me that.”
“I helped you because I fucking care about you!” She yells suddenly, standing up off the bed. “What else do I need to do to prove to you that I fucking care about you?”
“That’s bullshit!” I yell back, standing up to face her, wincing on my bad leg. “You don’t give a fuck about me! You never have!”
“How can you say that?” Paige demands angrily, her tone quieter but no less menacing. She jabs a finger at me. “How the fuck can you sit there and tell me how I feel when I didn’t sleep for days when you stopped talking to me? I couldn’t eat, I was fucking up in practice, and all I could think about was you.”
Her words shock me into silence. I gape at her.
“And you have the audacity,” she seethes, stepping closer to me, lording her height over me. “To say that I don’t care about you. There you fucking go.” Her chest heaves, and she stares down at me, daring me to say something.
“Get out,” I spit out. It’s more because I can’t stand this side of her than anything. Paige combs her hands through her hair angrily.
“Why won’t you just talk to me?” She demands frustratedly.
“I said get out, Paige,” I hiss. She drops her hands in exasperation.
“Nah, you know what? I’m done with this shit. Fuck you, Avantika.”
She storms out of my room, slamming the door behind her.
I finally let out the sob I’ve been holding in, collapsing back onto my bed. I’m pissed at myself for letting myself fall back in with her just because it’s so easy, angry with her for weaseling her way back into my life somehow, and more than anything… confused. So confused. She cares about me? She gave two shits that I wasn’t talking to her? That can’t be true.
Then she has to be lying.
But why would she lie to me? Just to get in my pants? Lord knows there’s a hundred other girls on this campus Paige could sleep with.
I bring my good knee to my chest, letting my tears drip onto the fabric of my pajama pants. Just the thought of her with someone else brings a pang to my chest. I can’t stop myself from thinking about her, can’t push away the image of her gorgeous blue eyes, or her infectious smile, the sound of her intoxicating laugh. I can’t push away the way she smells, her hair against my cheek, the feel of her hands on my skin or her lips against mine. I just can’t get rid of her. Fuck. It’s happening again. I’m letting her in again. I like her.
A lot.
And it fucking sucks.
DECEMBER 2021
Azzi comes in later that day. “Hey, honey, how’re you doing?” She asks, perching at the edge of my bed and handing me a large gift bag. I set it aside. “Fine,” I mumble, picking at my fingernails. She raises an eyebrow. “Don’t lie,” she chides. I sigh, leaning my head back against the wall. “I feel like shit. And it hurts like a motherfucker,” I state blandly. She pushes the bag towards me. “This might help.”
Reluctantly, I open the bag, looking through it. I feel a smile take over my face immediately. “Az, this is so sweet, what the hell!” I rummage around, taking out all my favorites; Takis, Hershey’s Cookies ‘n’ Cream, Sour Patch Kids, a bottle of Sprite. “I figure since the season’s over and you’re bedridden anyway, you deserve a little cheat day,” she explains. I lean forward and throw my hands around her neck. “You’re the best,” I gush. She giggles. “Wait, there’s a card, too.”
I fish the card out of the bag and smile at the sight of Jonathan the Husky on the cover. I open the card, seeing that the rest of the basketball girls have signed it for me. Evina has signed it “Mama E” which makes me chuckle. Someone’s signature is noticeably missing from the page. I guess Azzi sees me searching for it even though I don’t mean to. “Paige totally would have signed it,” she tells me hurriedly. “We just couldn’t find her last night.” I nod. “No, I love it. Thank you, Az,” I say, hugging her tightly again.
Azzi looks at me curiously. “Is there something going on between you two?” She asks. My heart thuds. Am I that obvious? “What makes you say that?” I laugh nervously. “Nothing, just… she was really concerned yesterday when you got hurt, and then she disappeared last night and I thought she might be with you…” Azzi trails off, narrowing her eyes. I shift uneasily. “She’s just being a good… friend,” I amend, pausing before I find a descriptor. I have no idea what Paige is to me. She’s certainly not nothing. She’s hardly just a friend. Especially after this morning. “I didn’t know you two were friends,” Azzi says slowly, crossing her arms over her chest. I sigh. “Well, we’re trying. For you.” Azzi nods, but I can tell there’s a large part of her that doesn’t believe a word I’m saying. “I appreciate that,” she finally relents, appearing to drop the subject. I breathe out a sigh of relief, tearing into the Sour Patch Kids.
DECEMBER 5, 2021
Paige hasn’t looked at me all day. Which is maybe for the better. I had hobbled to shootaround before the Notre Dame game and sat in the stands because Azzi said she wanted me there, even though she wasn’t playing. I know it’s a big game for the team; the Notre Dame rivalry is notorious, and I know Sue Bird is going to be there. Of course I want to come support the girls. Everyone had come up to say hi or talk to me or ask about my knee, but Paige had stayed stubbornly far away from me. Part of me wants to scream at her, but the other part knows that’s not fair. I’m the one who told her to get out. Yelled it at her, more like.
Now, the game is starting, and they’re jogging out onto the court, and Paige won’t even throw a glance in my direction. Her face is stoic, and I’ve hardly ever seen it like that before. I keep telling myself that this is for the better. That when she isn’t trying to talk to me and isn’t making me laugh and isn’t intoxicating me with that stupid scent of hers, we’re both much better off.
The game goes smoothly for the most part from my vantage point behind the bench.
Then it happens. Almost in slow motion.
Paige is bringing the ball back up the court, and her leg extends, buckling. She seems to be fine the couple seconds right after, and I nearly let out a sigh of relief. Then she starts limping, her left leg unable to hold her up.
She passes the ball to Caroline.
She crumples to the floor.
There’s a ringing in my ears and I’m out of my seat before I know it. The entire stadium is gasping. The best athlete at UConn has just gone down, and she isn’t getting up. My heart contracts in my chest. This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening.
As much as I claim to hate her, as much as I fundamentally can’t stand her, I know Paige. Basketball is everything to her. It’s who she is. I can hardly stand the sight of her limp body sprawled on the ground, her back heaving with sobs. She’s the strongest person I know. She always has been. Seeing her like this… it pains me. I bring a shaking hand to my mouth, willing her to get up. Get up, Paige. Come on.
Finally, they help her to her feet. The stadium erupts in cheers, but she’s crying. Her face is wet with tears, her eyes red, and finally, finally, she looks to me. Her eyes are pleading. I watch them take her back to the locker rooms, unsure of what I should do.
Then her eyes flash through my mind again. Asking. Begging. Pleading.
I limp out of the stands and towards the locker room. Security tries to stop me but CD tells them sternly to let me through. I doubt they could have stopped me, anyway, because there’s only one thing on my mind right now: getting to Paige. I try to sprint (and I curse my leg for the sole reason that I can't get to her fast enough) through the underground of Gampel, not completely sure where I’m going, but knowing what I have to do.
Finally, I find the trainer’s room, and I stumble to a halt. Paige is alone, sitting at the edge of a clinical bed in the center of the room. She stares angrily at her knee. “Paige,” I breathe, tears pricking at my eyes. Her eyes shoot to mine. She’s silent. “Ava,” she whispers back, her voice cracking. Tears fall down her face in rapid succession, her face twisting with grief, chest shaking with sobs. I rush to her immediately, inserting myself in between her legs, gathering her head to my shoulder. Her arms wrap around my waist, clutching me tightly.
I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t. All I know is that Paige, my Paige, this strong, resilient, unbreakable person, is breaking in my arms. I press a kiss into her hair and she sobs harder, holding me tighter. “Do you know what’s wrong?” I ask, pulling back slightly. She keeps her face pressed into my chest. My shoulder is wet with her tears, but I don’t care. Paige shakes her head. “They haven’t looked at it.” I take a look behind me, then move away from her to go shut the door. “Don’t leave,” she begs, catching my hand. I cup her face, stroking it soothingly. “I’m not going anywhere,” I promise. She nods shakily. I close the door, then make my way back to her.
And I just hold her.
DECEMBER 5, 2021
- Paige’s POV -
Why is she here?
Ava’s at shootaround. She’s not here for me. She doesn’t even look at me. Once that thought registers, my pass to Ines is much stronger - a little too strong. Ines raises an eyebrow at me when she catches it. “You good?” She asks. “Fine,” I reply shortly. Aubrey jogs over to talk to her, leaning over the railing of the stands.
“Which of my teammates would you fuck?”
“Aubrey.”
I scoff loudly, rolling my eyes, throwing the ball to Ines. “Ouch!” She complains as it lands hard against her chest. Ava’s deep in conversation with Aubrey. I have half a mind to start towards the bleachers, red tinging my vision, when Azzi catches my arm. “P, are you good?” She asks. I shake her off. “Why does everyone keep asking me that, bro?” I mutter irritatedly. “Well, you look like you wanna kill someone,” she tells me, raising an eyebrow. She follows the line of my glare, and her other eyebrow shoots up. “And it looks like that person is Aubrey. Are you jealous?” She demands.
I splutter. “What? No!” Azzi crosses her arms. “I asked Ava about you this morning,” she says flatly. My ears immediately perk up. “Oh yeah? What did she say?” I pretend to be disinterested, kicking at the ground beneath me, dribbling the ball absentmindedly. “She told me she likes you back.”
I nearly get whiplash from how fast my head shoots up. “She does?” I ask. Azzi’s smirk is triumphant. “So you do like her!” She teases gleefully, jabbing a finger at me in accusation. I groan. “Not funny, Azzi,” I complain, pushing past her to the bench. “You should have told me,” she insists, hurrying after me. I feel bad that she’s almost running on her bad foot, but I’m more than a little pissed at her.
“You should talk to her, dude. Oh my gosh, how did I not know you liked her?” She mutters to herself. “How could you not like her?” I gripe, grabbing my water bottle and taking an angry swig. Ava’s smiling at Aubrey, laughing at something she’s saying. I resist the urge to throw my water bottle at Aubrey’s stupid bun. “And for your fucking information, Azzi,” I bite at my best friend. “We have talked about it. So leave it.”
“What did she say?” Azzi pushes. I roll my eyes. “She doesn’t want to be with me like that. She… I don’t know. Can we talk about this later?” It’s a stupid question. Azzi won’t drop it. I know that. “Maybe because you’re a whore,” she says thoughtfully. My eyes widen. “Azzi!” I exclaim, shocked and a little miffed. I chance another glance at Ava. She’s engrossed in her phone, her other hand tapping out a shadow piano melody on her knee. She does that, sometimes.
I tear my eyes away. “... ask her what’s wrong?” Azzi is blabbering about something. I blink. “Sorry, what?” I ask, confused. Azzi rolls her eyes. “Oh, you have it bad,” she tells me shaking her head. I make a face at her, jeering as she walks away. “No, that’s really fucking helpful, Az! Thank you!” I call after her.
I think for a moment I feel Ava’s eyes on me, but when I look back at her, her eyes are still trained on her phone screen. I huff, deciding to focus on the game at hand. I’m nervous. There’s no other way to put it. I need to be playing my best basketball right now, with Azzi out, with Sue Bird sitting behind our bench.
Tipoff approaches faster than I expect it to, and I push Ava out of my mind. The pressure feels like it’s getting to me.
It does, for a bit.
I turn the ball over on the second possession, make an idiotic attempted pass into the post on the fourth, and do a shitty job of cleaning up the boards all within the first two minutes or so. I hit a two somewhere in between, but something feels off. The game continues, and I start to feel better about it. I hit a couple three’s, get Caroline open in the lane for a middy. My chest puffs when I make a killer nearly full court pass near the middle of the game for Christyn’s buzzer beater. The team is hitting its shots at the line and everything is going so well I forget the worry I felt at the beginning of the game.
I lead a run to our largest lead right before the last quarter begins. I’m feeling good. I’m feeling great, actually. Sure, maybe it’s not my highest scoring game. But we really fucking feel like a team.
The fourth quarter feels… different. One of the Notre Dame girls collides with me near the basket, and I land on my stomach with an “oof!”. For a second, the wind is knocked out of me. But I shake it off and let my teammates help me to my feet. My neck aches as I get up, my vision a little blurry. I shoot my free throws, cursing myself when I miss the last one.
I still sprint back on defense, landing hard on my ass when I take a charge. A triumphant yell tears itself from my throat when the foul is called. “Fuck, yeah!” I scream from the floor, high-fiving my teammates and flexing.
Then it happens. Almost in slow motion.
I bring the ball back up the court, and suddenly, my left knee buckles out from under me. I try to play it off as a hesi, a little skip-step, because all I can really think is how fucking stupid I must have looked.
Then comes the pain.
It sears through my left leg, and I nearly gasp at the intensity of it. I try to keep going, try to dribble it down the court, but I can’t. I hand the ball off to Caroline and collapse to the ground.
Weak, weak, weak. I feel weak. But I can’t get up. I feel the weight of hundreds of thousands of eyes on me, but I can’t fucking get up. I’m sobbing at the pain, so all-consuming that I almost don’t feel it. I feel like I might pass out from it. I’m on my side, my face angled to the ground, and I feel my teammates gather around me, concerned.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so fucking bad.
Get up, Paige. Come on.
I grit my teeth.
I let Amari and Evina carry me to the bench.
I let the trainer look at my knee.
I’m not an idiot. I see the worried looks that pass between the training staff. I tip my head back, breathing deeply through my mouth, willing the pain away and the tears back. Then they say they need to take me back and examine it in the training room. No. No.
They help me towards the locker room exit, and that’s when my eyes catch Ava’s. Her hands are over her mouth, her beautiful, brown eyes wide with concern. I’d give anything to hug her right now, to breathe in that scent of vanilla and coconut and orchids and convince myself that everything will be alright.
I need you right now, I think desperately.
I sit alone in the training room, glaring angrily at my knee. The knot in my throat is suffocating.
When I hear Ava’s soft, lilting voice, when I see her frame in the doorway, I almost laugh in relief. What comes out instead is a choked sob, and the tears flow freely. But it’s her. For a second, I don’t care what just happened, don’t care that I could’ve torn something or sprained something. Because she’s here and she’s wrapping her arms around me and she’s pressing me to her chest, letting me cling to her while I cry. And she smells like her, sweet and comforting. She feels like her, soft and strong and lovely. For a second, I’m scared that she’ll try to leave.
But she stays.
She just holds me.
And it’s more than enough.
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Sorry if anything sounds weird, English isn't my first language. But could you write a Farah x reader that gets flustered quickly?
Also, mentioned that you had a moth demon OC in the tags of one of your posts, she sounds cool! Could you show her? If you can't no worries 🫶
Hey! Don't worry about your English, it's fine ^^ And yeah, I do have a moth demon OC! Her name is Arya and I love her dearly! The one above is a picture of her in her human form drawn by Castawolf on Etsy and the picture below is one I drew when I was 17 or so! I never said I was an artist, I can't draw at all, so that was the best I could do back then! She'd be beige and a lot more fluffy, though :3 She was kind of inspired the the Radiant from Hollow Knight! Useless trivia, I know, but I just get so excited whenever I get to talk about her!!
Farah with a Reader who gets Flustered Easily
Farah would have a field day with you from time to time. While she won’t go out of her way to fluster you each time, she sometimes will do so. It’s just too cute, the way you go quiet, stumble over your words or fumble around a bit. Yes, she knows that she has to maintain the trust between the two of you, and thus she shouldn’t be playing around with you too much, but come on! It’s so much fun! Sometimes she just has to tease you about it as well and watch you get defensive over your behaviors. It’s all just too endearing to her. Sometimes Farah will stand closer to you than necessary, touch you a bit more than needed, like holding your face in her hands when you won’t stop looking away from her, or just straight up compliments whatever it is you’re doing. If you’re especially close, then she might just give you a kiss to your cheek to watch you hide behind your burger, for example. While she may not be the most cuddle-seeking person out there, she’ll offer you more hugs than usual, if just to watch you freeze up and go speechless. However, only she is allowed to fluster you like that, anyone else needs to grow up and leave you alone. Anyone else could be malevolent and tease you the wrong way. No, she can’t have that. If you’re flustered because of someone else, then Farah won’t take too kindly to it. You’re hers to fluster and no one else. This may or may not be because of the crush she has on you, but she would never admit to such a thing. As far as you’re both concerned she just likes to tease you. But never too harshly, she doesn’t want to see you cry either. Will tone it down a bit if it’s obvious you’ve become uncomfortable and apologize, but it will happen again, I can assure you of that.
#cod#cod x reader#farah karim#farah karim x reader#Farah is honestly so cute I've definitely come to appreciate her even more ever since people started sending in more requests for her#as of late the number of requests I've gotten for her is insane#for the girls in general I'd say#I wake up and all I see are Valeria Farah and Laswell#every day I am haunted by those pretty girls and I get to write for them#also thank you for asking about Arya!! she's my girl and I adore her!!#I actually played as her in my DnD campaign and in BG3 as well!#back when I used to be in the selfship community I used to selfship with her as well#even now I like to imagine her and I being very close! she's a good friend of mine I'd say! helps me get through anxiety inducing situation#I know you didn't ask but she's a mischievous and somewhat cocky asshole who can be a sweetheart as well#I actually created her during my DMCV phase. good times#I just thought it would be really cool to have a demon OC!#so naturally I commissioned someone to draw her! and I commissioned such a great artist for that!!#castawolf is genuinely amazing! I've worked with them twice now and I am so satisfied!!#One of these days I'm gonna share some more art I commissioned because there are some pieces that make my heart sing with glee#but for now I am far too shy to do so haha#anyway if Arya is as much as mentioned I will go mental and talk nonstop about her. but unfortunately there's a tag limit#you'll go free this time anon haha
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Answered Prayers: Dark Series
HOTD Aemond Targaryen x Fem OC
Part One : Answered Prayers
Summary: First infatuation, then obsession. Prince Aemond has found the lady of his dreams and the gods give him a way to keep her.
Pairing: HOTD Aemond Targaryen x Fem OC
Word Count: 2738
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Dark, Angst, Murder (nothing graphic), mention of murder/suicide, medieval-canon sexism, coercion, some DUB/CON - NON/CON (not much, unwanted kiss and touching), Profanity
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The moment Prince Aemond sees her, his breath catches in his chest, for she is more lovely in a simple traveling dress than other ladies are in their most costly finery. Her soft curls shine in the rays of the sun as she disembarks from the carriage that has brought her, her father, and her stepmother to the Red Keep for the tourney and festivities. As she casts her demure gaze upon him with a shy smile on her soft lips, a spark of infatuation is born within him.
A few discreet inquiries are all it takes to uncover the identity of this enchanting beauty from a respected house in the Reach, learning she is the only surviving child and heir to her house. Despite her mother's passing less than a year ago, her father has already remarried and is still seeking a son. Gossip says her father has promised her to an older lord, rejecting a young suitor of her choice.
He watches her walk through the gardens, chatting and laughing with other young nobles. She is by far the most beautiful, the most ladylike, and the most gentle example of highborn womanhood he has ever laid his eye upon. The sight of her causes him to wish she were holding his arm, strolling leisurely amongst the blooming flowers—a very unexpected sentiment for the prince.
"But beautiful young ladies do not wish to be on the arm of the One-Eyed Prince," he reminds himself.
He observes her at the tourney, seeing her gasp and pale at the brutality of the joust, thinking she is far too tender of heart to witness such bloodshed. A precious flower like her should be shielded from violence, and he imagines himself taking her delicate hand in his to soothe her distress.
But he knows his cold and indifferent manner lacks the warmth to offer comfort to anyone. He whispers a soft prayer, asking for guidance from the Seven. He asks the gods why they torment him with such sweetness and innocence that he can never possess.
He spies her in the library, absorbed in her book. How he would love to be seated next to her, simply enjoying each other's company. When he closes his eye, he envisions times of them talking about their favorite books or her reading aloud to him with her sweet-sounding voice.
‘Is this what love feels like?’ He thinks when he is alone in his chambers, peaceful slumber once again eluding him. ‘To have every thought consumed by another; to feel an aching need for someone?’ He prays for answers.
"Pity the poor girl that will have to marry him," he remembers hearing. He is not able to charm the ladies. Sweet and kind are not in his nature, and romance is beyond his grasp. He is the One-Eyed Prince with a face marred by an ugly scar, a cold heart, and an intimidating disposition. "Love is not for me," he tells himself.
He tries not to stare during the feast as she effortlessly engages in polite conversation between taking dainty bites of her meal. His body grows restless with fool’s dreams of feeding her morsels from his own hand and feeling her luscious red lips graze his fingertips.
His eye cannot help but follow her as she glides gracefully across the floor with the other lords. Her eyes alighted, there was a blush on her cheeks, and the tops of her rounded breasts heaved breathlessly from the dance. His blood simmering beneath his stoic exterior, knowing that it should be his hand on her tiny waist, he should be the cause of the flush to her skin, and her dazzling smiles should only be for him.
He understands that he is obsessed with her. She somehow slipped past his cold disdain and into the darkness of his being; once there, she set a fire that now raged through him.
‘Your face does not cause ladies to blush, but turn away in distaste,’ his mind jabs at him. He asks the gods if they are punishing him by taunting him with her beauty.
Aemond decides to take a late walk to clear his head, knowing later in the candlelight of his chambers he will again be fisting his hard cock while imagining her touch, her taste, and her warmth.
Walking through the dim corridors of the Keep, he is surprised to see a lone figure standing on an open balcony overlooking the city beneath. He knows immediately it is her, having studied her posture, the way she tilts her head, and the delectable figure no gown can hide. His heart skips a beat as he approaches, unable to resist being near her.
"Good evening, my lady," he says quietly, trying not to frighten her.
She startles anyway, completely unaware of his presence. "Oh, your grace," she says timidly, trying to compose herself. She hastily dips in respect for him.
She is clearly nervous and flustered. Aemond notices she is gripping something tightly in her hand. It looks like a small glass vial with a silver top that she tries to hide behind her skirts.
Despite his best efforts, his attempts to converse are awkward, for everything he says sounds artless and stiff. Her clear unease frustrates him even more.
‘You lack the eloquence and grace to engage a lady. Even Aegon, drunk in his cups, can manage charming humor to beguile a young innocent like her.’ He chides himself.
Though disappointed in himself, his heart leaps when she accepts his offer to escort her back to her chambers.
Once she places her delicate hand on his arm, they begin walking. He can feel her hand tremble, and he wishes he knew how to settle her uneasiness. When they reach her chamber door, he cannot resist placing a feather-light kiss on the top of her hand. "I hope you sleep well. Perhaps you would accompany me for a walk in the gardens tomorrow?" he asks hopefully.
"Yes, I would like that very much, your grace," she says as she opens her chamber door. "I wish you a good night. Thank you."
Aemond commits to memory the sound of her voice, the scent of her skin, and the thrill of her touch. Late in the night, he lays with his spilled seed on his skin, his heart pounding, and he prays to the Mother, the Maiden, and the Crone to show him the way to claim his heart’s desire. Though he has long believed the gods do not listen to him, he was so desperate and consumed by his need that he was more than willing to beg.
It is the next morning, while Aemond is breaking his fast with his mother, that he learns of the deaths of his beautiful lady’s father and stepmother.
Guards were summoned to their chambers by a maid servant. Found with the bodies are letters between the lord and an unidentified mistress, declaring regret over his new marriage and promises of eternal love, with hopes for the future. The cause of their deaths is clearly poison, with spilled cups of wine near them and a small vial with a silver top near the dead lady’s hand. The obvious conclusion is that the lady, distraught over her husband’s love for another woman, poisoned his wine before taking her own life.
Queen Alicent’s second son remains characteristically silent, only humming in agreement with his mother that the young lady will need comfort and aid during her time of mourning. While she voices her concern for the lord’s daughter, who must be shocked and heartsick over this tragedy, Aemond examines the vial with the silver top before discreetly pocketing the deadly item after the guards are dismissed and his mother is distracted.
That day, for the first time since he was a young, naive child, he voluntarily went to the Sept to say prayers of gratitude to the Mother, the Maiden, and the Crone for answering his desperate prayers.
At supper with his family, he learns that the young lady is choosing to remain in her chambers at this time. He silently bristles with anger when his grandsire mentions that a marriage, in accordance with her late father’s wishes, should be arranged for when her mourning time ends.
Later that night, he quietly makes his way through the secret passages in the Red Keep, passages that he has explored since he was a child. He knows that his beautiful lady’s chambers have an entrance that few know about. He stealthily slips into her room undetected, watching her from a darkened corner as she sits on her bed, reading a letter.
She has apparently dismissed her maids for the night, for she is wearing her nightgown and robe of soft, silky fabric that clings to her shape, with delicate satin slippers on her feet. Her long tresses are loosely falling over her shoulders and down her back, nearly to her tiny waist.
He closes his eye, trying to steady himself, for the sight of her is already causing his heart to pound and a stirring in his trousers. He slowly steps forward into the dim light, cautiously moving towards her, not wanting to frighten her. After he gently clears his throat to gain her attention, he places a finger to his lips when she startles, looking at him with wide-eyed surprise.
"Lady Mira, please forgive my intrusion into your chambers in this manner," he asks her, his voice low, speaking to her gently.
She is clearly uncertain about the situation in which she now finds herself. Hesitantly, she stands and gives a shaky dip, whispering, "Your grace." Her eyes are downcast and confused.
"You have nothing to fear from me; I mean you no harm," he reassures her, coming closer to her bedside. "I wanted to speak with you privately about a delicate matter," he continues, his eye noticing the faint trembling of her hand and the quickened breaths she takes.
Struggling to find her voice, she nervously asks, "What matter would that be, your grace?"
She reminds him of a skittish doe, alone and afraid, something that he finds quite alluring. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out the empty poison vial, showing it to her in his outstretched hand. "If I remember correctly, you had this with you when we met last night. Yet this contained the poison that your stepmother apparently used to kill your father and then herself. So I have to ask, why did you have it?"
He hears her breath catch in her throat, watches her eyes dart down to the floor, and notices her hand twisting the fabric of her robe. While she endeavors to answer him, he coolly reminds her, "Please consider your words carefully; lying to your prince could cost you your tongue."
Upon hearing that, she gasps, her eyes wide with fear. Soon her lip begins to tremble, and tears glisten in her eyes. "Please, your grace, you do not understand..." she murmurs, shaking her head.
Stepping forward, he takes her shaking hand in his. "I want to understand, but you must tell me the truth," he says gently, guiding her to sit next to him on the bed. "I came to you alone to help you."
Nodding her head, she began to tell him of her mother and how she tried her best to do her duty to her husband by giving him a son, but to no avail. Several lost babes, had taken their toll on her mother’s health. Her father knew another birth could kill his wife, but he decided she would give him a healthy son or die trying. Lady Y/N wipes the tears from her cheeks as she begs for Aemond’s understanding: "My mother should be alive. She was wronged, and I was wronged by having to lose her. Please, your grace, I am not an evil person; I only sought justice for my mother."
Looking at her tear-streaked face and pleading eyes, he tells her, "I can understand the need for justice," before pausing for a moment. "So you poisoned their wine?" he asks.
Watching her close her eyes, trembling, she nods her head, whispering, "Yes, I did. Please, your grace, I will never harm anyone again. I will return home and marry. I will be a dutiful wife. You will never see me again if you let me go."
"My grandsire already talks of a marriage for you arranged by your father," he informs her.
"No, I do not wish to marry the man he chose," she cries softly, tears falling again.
Aemond cannot resist wiping a tear from her cheek with his thumb. "Do not cry, my lady. I will help you avoid that fate," he reassures her.
She looks at him through her tears. "You will help me?" she asks, almost childlike in her hopefulness.
He gently strokes her hair and asks, "Have you told anyone else? Did you tell anyone of your plan?"
She shakes her head and says, "No, I told no one."
Smiling softly, he said, "Good, this will be our secret then. You and I will marry, keeping your secret safe," he tells her, putting his arm around her shoulders and drawing her closer.
She pulls back, shocked by his words: "Marry? But, I…" she tries to say before she feels a painful tug as he grabs a handful of her hair, yanking her head back.
He sees the pain and confusion in her eyes as he holds her by the hair, caressing her tear-stained cheek. "Yes, you will be my wife, belonging only to me. You will give yourself to me willingly, because refusing will cost you your pretty little head for murder."
"Now tell me that you understand," he instructs after a moment, watching her closely.
Still wincing with pain, she manages to say, "Yes, I understand."
Pleased with her response, he releases his grip on her hair, placing his arm back around her. "Good girl," he praises her while tracing a finger over her lips and feeling her rapid breaths. "I want you to know that I have no wish to hurt you or see you hurt. I have prayed daily to the gods, and they have answered my prayers, delivering you to me," he tells her as he leans closer.
He can sense her body trembling, see the tears rolling down her cheeks, and her lips quivering. "My mother will speak with you; she will ask if you need anything and invite you to remain here. You will accept the invitation to stay here for your mourning," he tells her. "You will do this, yes?" he asks her.
She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath before she answers. "Yes, your grace," she manages to choke out between sobs.
Aemond brushes his lips against her cheek, tasting her tears and whispering. "I will make you a princess, give you everything, and protect you. You will be my beautiful, loving wife. I will make you mine, worshiping your body and filling you with my seed. You will give me strong little dragons." He can feel her trembling as he pulls her closer, his lips now seeking hers. Though she does not return his kiss, she does not resist when his mouth claims hers. It is not the most gentle of kisses; his lips press hard against hers, but he has dreamt of this and prayed for this, and he must allow himself this taste of her. Only when she feels his large hand begin to roam over her body does she struggle to pull away.
"Please…do not," she gasps, trying to break the kiss, her hands on his chest, trying to push him away.
He captures her wrists in his hands, wrapping his long fingers around them and holding them tightly. "Do not be afraid, my sweet girl. I know I cannot claim you yet, though I do not know if I can wait until we are wed," his voice was low and raspy with want. Staring intently at her, he reminds her, "All will be fine so long as you remember your life is in my hands. One word from me, and your murderous ways will be known, but I am willing to overlook your sins, for I am mad with need for you. You are the answer to my prayers, and I will not be denied."
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13: Little Life
Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)
same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle, life as lovers
Words: 4.1k
Warnings: a lot of fluff
a/n: any guesses of what was the gifts Lando gave her?? just a miracle I had any ideas of what to write bc i'm sick lol :)
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Never in my life I imagined I would be that nervous. I wasn't nervous during my graduation from college, nor during my job interview where I had to translate a really complicated text. I was nervous the last time I had to face my ex, that man that tried to force me on my birthday. But it wasn't the same nervous feeling as the one I have right now.
Waking up on Christmas Day felt different. As a kid, the first thing you do is run out of bed and go to the living room to open all the gifts under the tree.
But now, waking up next to him, felt different. Today I was going to his parents house, with gifts for them in our hands.
“Morning” he whispered, burying his face in the space between my neck and shoulder, pressing a soft kiss in my skin. “Merry Christmas”
“Merry Christmas” I smiled, moving closer to him. “I have a present for you”
“I have one for you too” he whispered. “I left it under the tree”
I giggled softly and looked at him, cupping his cheek with my hand and kissing his lips softly.
“You are the first guy that slept in this bed” I confessed. “I never imagined I would say something like that to you”
“Why?” he smiled weakly, brushing the hair out of my face.
“Well… As you may remember, I moved to this apartment a year ago, after the incident…” I sighed. “And since that I never felt comfortable around anyone except for Harry”
“Owen…” he sighed and somehow I flinched after hearing his name after a long time, making him wrap his arms around me tighter. “Look, I know sleeping in the same bed as someone else is already hard. But… I just don't want to force you, okay?”
“I mean… I already gave you head, silly” I whisper. “I feel really comfortable with you, I swear”
“I'm glad to hear that” he smiled, kissing my forehead. “Just know that I would never ever force myself into you. Never”
I looked up at him and smiled, pecking his lips softly. I just wanted to show him how much he means everything he's doing for me, how grateful I feel for the love he gives me, and how easy he makes me to love him.
“Let's go open the presents” I whisper, sitting on the bed and stretching my arms, feeling his hand running all over my back.
I smiled and looked at him, kissing him again and again before getting up. I put on my joggers and his hoodie and tied up my hair in a messy bun, waiting for him to get out of the bed.
This felt good. Sleeping with him felt good, having breakfast together felt good. Somehow, being with him all the time felt good, and I don't want to complain about it.
We sat in front of the tree, looking at the bags. Max and Pietra left their gifts for us there, so there were three presents for each one.
“Open mine the last” he said, making me look at him and frown. “Come on! Trust me!”
I sigh and smile softly, leaving the bag with his name next to me and opening the other two with Max's and Pietra's names on it. Pietra gifted me a book nook to put on my shelves and a bag, Max gifted me a reading journal and a book I was looking after about legends and myths.
“Am I that obvious?” I laughed looking at the presents.
“I think your collection of one specific book and your office are a clear example that you love books” he smiled.
“Harry hated that I spent money on buying books” I sighed. “He always said that I should buy something like a Kindle to carry it with me”
“You know the answer to what I think about him” he sighed. “He always said shit like that to everyone, saying that he doesn't spend much money, that he only buys what he thinks he needs. At this point I think he's a narcissist and an egoist, always talking about himself and how good he does things”
I smiled weakly and nodded. I didn't tell him that I saw him yesterday while doing groceries. And I think I won't tell him, yet
“Open mine” he smiled excitedly, looking at me.
“What, you want me to say that it's the best gift?” I smirked looking at him, watching how he was looking at me with happiness in his eyes.
“Oh, I think I know it will be the best one” he joked. “And I have to admit that it's has its merit because I had the idea for it yesterday”
I look at him and shake my head, smiling while I open the bag. There was an envelope and something more wrapped with paper.
“Open the wrapped one” he said, resting his head on his hand.
I frown and grab it, shaking it a little. It sounded exactly like the box of a videogame. I looked at him and rolled my eyes playfully when he wiggled his eyebrows, making me chuckle softly. I tears off the paper, laughing when I saw two blue boxes of a videogame for the PlayStation.
“What? What is this?” I frown looking at the two games. “Assassin's Creed Origins and Odyssey… Oh! Are those games about Greece and Egypt?”
“Correct” he nodded. “Open the Origins one”
I looked at him and smiled, watching that the box didn't have the security plastic. I bite my lip and open it, frowning when I didn't see the CD of the game itself but a few papers folded.
“What…?” I frown, unfolding the papers and gasping when I read what was on them. “No way. Lando! Are you crazy?!”
“Now open the Odyssey one” he chuckled, excited to see my reaction.
“You are insane” I mumbled, opening the other box and finding the same things I saw in the other one. “Lando…”
“I have a lot of free time” he said, grabbing the envelope and placing it in my hand. “And you will too, because I know you can work at distance, that you can translate things without going to the museum because that's what you did while we were on the snow trip”
“But Lando, this… God, this is too much” I said looking at the papers, smiling weakly when I read what was inside the envelope.
“I made you smile, that's the most important thing, Violet” he smiled holding my hand.
“You are crazy” I smile softly, feeling tears in my eyes. “God, you are making me cry! This… this touched me a lot. No one did something like this for me”
“I hope you are crying of happiness” he said, pulling me to him, bringing me to his lap and wrapping his arms around me. “I will do anything to make you happy, Violet. I swear. The money is not important at all, I have enough of it, it's not a problem”
“But my gift is really insignificant compared to this” I sighed.
“I don't care” he whispered. “Besides, this is something I will enjoy too and you will help me enjoy it more”
I smile and kiss his cheek softly, peppering kisses over his jaw and cheek until I touch his lips. The last few days I discovered myself longing for his kisses, to have his lips pressed on my, to feel his lips peppering kisses over my cheek, forehead, shoulder or temple. Kissing him is like a new drug I never want to leave.
“You are amazing” I whisper against his lips.
“I'm just trying to be enough for you” he said. “To be what you deserve”
“You are enough” I whisper.
He smiled and broke the kiss, kissing the tip of my nose before grabbing the bag with the gift I made for him. He opened and smiled, looking at the two boxes inside of it.
“Oh! You noticed” he smiled when he saw the box with his favorite perfume.
“You left the bottle in my room this morning” I said. “I saw that it barely had liquid so I just wanted to get you a new one. And I love the smell of this perfume. I love smelling my this scent in the pillow when you leave, or bury my nose in the neck of this hoodie and smell you”
“Thank you” he smiled, kissing my cheek softly. He opened the other box and smiled, looking at the necklace on it. “At this point I'll only have jewelry you gifted me”
“I would gladly do that” I chuckled. “Do you use rings?”
“I mean… Not all the time” he smiled. “I forget to put them back once I take them off”
“Mhm” I nodded, biting my lip. “Okay”
“Why?”
“Oh, just wondering” I smiled.
We stayed like this for a while, in each other's embrace sitting on the floor, surrounded by presents and broken papers. His hands placed on my back held me tight to him, his thumbs drawing abstract figures over my skin made me relax, his chin resting on the crook of my neck with his breathing in my skin, were the best thing I could feel.
Until now, I never realized that with him I felt safe. Not only now that I'm giving up and letting my walls down for him and that I can finally see how things truly are since I knew how Harry was, but since the first time I saw him. He always looked at me with a soft gaze that now made me regret thinking all those things about him just because Harry said that he was bad news. He always took care of me from the distance, giving me reasons to smile only by sending me books or gifts. He always asked me how I was doing even if he knew that I didn't want to be around him. He was always there for me even if I never noticed.
“Let's make breakfast” I whisper, rubbing his back.
“Okay”
I got up, immediately missing his warmth, and walked to the kitchen to make us something for breakfast. He followed me like a lost puppy, helping me with everything and trying to steal moments to hug me while the pancakes were on the pan.
“You are so clingy” I whispered, placing my free hand on top of his.
“You never complained” he laughed, kissing my cheek.
“And I'll never do it”
Having him here felt good. Being this domestic with bim felt good. Being with him feels good.
We had breakfast in silence, reading things on our phones, showing memes to each other. And the moment I washed the dishes, my mind realized that the next place I will go is to his parents house. And somehow, I started to panic.
“Lando?” I called him.
“Yeah?” he smiled walking towards me. “Hey, you okay?”
“I… I'm going to your parents house” I said looking at him. “Like… I mean, I know them. I met them during your races and that. But… this is a completely different situation! I'm going there for Christmas”
“Yeah, so what?” he frowned, confused.
“You are bringing a girl!” I said. “A-and, well…”
“We're a soon to be couple, right?” he said, holding my hands. “It's completely fine, I promise. They knew about my feelings towards you, and somehow I told them that we have been working on it since the ski trip. It's okay, Violet. Really. Don't worry about it”
“But then I have to make a good impression, Lando” I said. “Like… What if they don't like me? What if they think I'm not enough?”
“Hey” he smiled, cupping my cheeks. “They love you, yeah? Everything will be okay. Take a deep breath”
I sigh and nod, looking at him. In my previous relationships, meeting the parents was hard. They all had something bad to say about me: I wasn't as skinny as they would have liked, his ex was better, I don't have enough status for him. I know Lando's parents, I met them a few times as well as his siblings, but somehow it didn't feel the same as now meeting them as someone that is more than a friend for Lando. What am I supposed to answer when they ask what we are? We're not a couple, I don't want to rush things. We are friends, yeah, but friends that sleep together in the same bed and act like a couple all the hours of the day.
“It will be okay” he said, kissing my forehead. “And now, go get dressed”
I sighed and nodded, going to my bedroom followed by him and we got changed. I felt his eyes on my back while I took off my clothes, making me blush. He never saw me fully naked, only in a bikini, neither that last day in the snow when we thought we were going to have sex.
“I'll turn around if you feel uncomfortable” Lando said when he saw I stopped undressing myself.
“Stop being perfect” I joked when his back was facing me, throwing him the shirt I was wearing, actually his shirt. “You can look”
“I don't want to make you uncomfortable, Violet” he said.
I smiled and walked towards him, hugging him. I pressed my body into his back, my hands on his abdomen. I trust him, I really do.
And I love him for that.
I felt him take a deep breath when he noticed that I wasn't wearing a bra and kissed his shoulder. He relaxed in my arms, letting out the breath he was holding.
“I know I'm not perfect” I whispered. “That I don't go to the gym and have a healthy diet, that I'm not fit like a model. I know that I don't have a body worthy of a fashion show. But I am how I am”
“Don't change” he said. “Never change. I love you how you are. You are perfect, Violet. I don't care if you are not a model. In my eyes, you are a goddess, can't you see?”
I smile and unwrap my arms from his body, letting him turn around and not caring when his eyes look at my body, scanning every curve of my anatomy.
“You are perfect” he smiled, placing his hands on my waist and pulling me closer to him.
I smile and wrap my arms around his neck, closing my eyes and letting him hold me. I know this is not the moment, this is not the time to have our first time, but the fact that I took a step forward to start this relationship, made me happy.
“You are my favorite person, Violet” he whispered.
“And you are mine” I whisper back.
And somehow, that felt like saying that I love him.
Going to my parents house was a road trip of two hours and a half. Two hours of driving my car with Violet next to me, letting me hold her hand or place my hand on her thigh.
Taking her to my parents house was something I always wanted to do. They knew about my feelings for her since the moment I realized I had them, and now that she is finally with me, I just wanted to introduce her to them.
We are not a couple yet, and I don't know when I will ask her to be mine. But what we have right now is perfect, I don't need anything else.
The present I gave her was something I knew she would love. She only travels when she's invited to our trips, she always said that it's her first time in a place when we arrive there. And I wanted to change it. I want to show her the world, to make her see in real life all the art she studies, to let her see in real life that thing she only sees in museums or on the internet.
“What did you buy for your family?” she asked me.
“Correct, we bought” I smirked “For my parents and Savannah and Oliver, one of those SmartBox for a spa weekend. For my younger sister a set of jewelry and for my sister Flo a new helmet that will have the same design of the one I'll have next year”
“Oh! That's nice!” she smiled. “I bought Athena and Mila some things from the store of the museum like a book with drawings of the paintings and then some little toys for them”
“See? You do the job of auntie pretty well, hm?” I joked, making her doll her eyes and laugh softly. “I'm serious!”
“You are lucky I love Mila and Athena” she said, and somehow when she started talking I had a little heart attack.
I told her that I love her, I never stop telling her. And it's not that I want to hear it immediately, but the way she acts around me makes me think that she in fact has those type of feelings for me.
But… is this fair? I planned everything, I wanted to confess my feelings during the trip, but I never expected it to turn out the way it did. I never expected it to work, to have her with me in my car or sleep with her in her bed, to kiss her whenever I wanted and hold her in my arms. Somehow, this felt like a dream. Too good to be true. But if this was a dream I don't want to wake up, never.
When I parked the car next to my brother's I looked at her, holding her hand.
“Are you okay?” I asked her.
“Yeah… I think so, yeah” she nodded. “Do they know that I'm going?”
“Oh yeah” I nodded. “My mom even made your favorite dish”
“Really? No way!” she gasped.
I chuckled and nodded, opening the door and going to the back of her car to grab the bags of the presents. She helped me, holding the smaller bags with one hand.
“Let's go” I smiled, kissing her temple.
She was perfect. The moment we walked inside the house and she took a deep breath, I could feel how she immediately relaxed. My mother welcomed us, and the moment she saw Violet next to me, her smile grew wider.
“Oh, Violet! It's so nice to see you” she smiled, hugging her, winking at me.
“Merry Christmas” she smiled, hugging her back.
I walked towards them and smiled, watching how my mom unwrapped her arms from Violet and imme hugged me.
“You deserve this” she whispered. “My good boy”
I chuckled softly and kissed her cheek, hugging her tightly. My sisters and dad came towards us and we all went to the living room, where my brother was already with his wife and his kids.
“Oh, hey!” Oliver smiled, standing up with Athena in his arms.
“Baby Athena!” I heard Violet giggle, talking with the high pitched voice she always used when she was around my nieces. “Hello, baby girl!”
I smiled when Oliver looked at me surprised, letting Violet hold his younger daughter. I smile hugging him, patting his back and pulling away just to look at Violet holding Athena close to her.
God, is it too soon to talk about babies? It is, right?
My family welcomed her as she has been here since forever, and I was so grateful for that. My sisters included her in their conversations, even my mom let her help clean the dishes instead of making her stay sitting like she was a special guest. And watching her getting involved with them, filing and talking with them, made me fall even harder for her.
“I really think she's the one” I told Oliver, sitting on the couch, watching how Violet played with Mila and Athena. “Every fight and argument with Harry were worth it. I fought for her”
“And I'm so proud of you for never giving up on her” he smiled. “When are you going to ask her to be your girlfriend?”
“O-oh, well…” I smile, biting my lip, grabbing my phone and showing him my screen. “I kinda have it planned”
“Of course you do” he laughed softly, hitting my arm.
I smiled looking again at Violet, getting up and walking towards her when she smiled at me, sitting on the floor next to her and playing with Mila.
She's the love of my life. I would do anything to make her happy.
We spent the rest of the day with his family, and it felt good, amazing. The way they welcomed me and never judged me was so heartwhelming.
Athena and Mila insisted on being around me. The older little girl held my hand all the time, leading me wherever she wanted to go with her, showing me all her toys and books her parents brought, making me sit on the floor with her between my legs.
I liked this. I liked being treated this way, like another one of the family.
Lando's sisters talked with me like we were friends. Savannah trusted me enough to hold her daughters and have her younger one sleeping in my arms. Lando's mom asked about my work and studies like a mother, getting interested in whatever I said. Even his dad and brother got in the conversation, asking about my job in the museum and when they can go to visit me.
Is this how it feels being in a healthy family? One that doesn’t judge you, that thinks they know what's better for you?
“Well, I think we should go back to London” Lando said, looking at his wrist watch, stretching his arms and wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
“Oh! Why don't you stay the night?” his mom said with a big smile, clapping her hands happily. “In that way you two can rest and go back there in the morning”
“Mom, she has to work tomorrow…” he smiled weakly looking at me.
“It's okay” I said smiling, placing my hand on Lando's knee. “We can stay”
“Are you sure?” he whispered looking at me.
“Mhm, yeah” I smiled, kissing the tip of his nose.
“Okay, then” his mom smiled. “Lando's room is clean and the bed is made too. You can sleep there”
I smile and nod, leaning on him and wrapping my arm around his torso. I relaxed in his arms, taking a deep breath and looking at the fire dancing in the fireplace. His fingers played with my hair softly, making me cuddle him and rest my head on his chest.
“Do you want to go to bed?” he whispered, kissing the top of my head and I nodded my head.
He got up and held my hand, pulling me to him. We hugged his parents and siblings good night and then walked towards his room.
“This is my childhood room” he laughed softly. “Obviously reformed”
I chuckled and looked around while he grabbed a shirt for me to sleep on it. He walked towards me, wrapping his arms around my abdomen, pulling me close to him.
“Today was perfect” I smiled, turning around to wrap my arms around his neck. “Thank you”
“I’m glad” he whispered, leaning closer to mez resting his forehead against mine. “Because this, Violet…This is what I want for you, for us. A healthy environment, a healthy family. People that support you and won't judge you”
I smiled and nodded, kissing him softly, holding him tightly against me. We got undressed slowly, taking off our clothes and leaving them on the floor, not wanting to pull away.
“I don't think it's a good idea doing this with my parents around” he whispered, taking a deep breath when we stood naked in the middle of his room, only wearing underwear.
“Then we won't do it” I whisper. “But we can just get in the bed, feel each other's body and kiss, right?”
“Oh yeah, please” he chuckled, jumping on the bed and opening his arms for me. “Come here”
“Silly” I chuckled, crawling towards him and kissing his lips, feeling his hands over my body and pulling me close to him.
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pietra.pilao that little life suits you very well
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Bound For Life - Chapter 3
Pairing: OC!Orc x Human Female Reader
Story summary: Your life is nothing exciting. Until one day when you encounter a creature in the forest and your life is changed forever.
Chapter summary: You submit to fate and let your new mate claim you.
Chapter Warnings: Nsfw, Smut, Size difference, Size kink, Unprotected sex.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4
You were still trying to process what was happening when Tarod removed his loincloth. Your gaze lowered, your eyes widening at the sight of the massive member dangling between his thick, muscular thighs, and you hated how your pussy clenched in response. How on earth would he ever fit inside you?
"Undress for me, little lamb," Tarod ordered in his deep, guttural voice.
Pulse drumming in your ears, you flickered your eyes over to Yolmar, who looked like a wounded animal as he looked back at you with guilt-ridden eyes.
"Don't look at him, human. Look at me. He can watch me claim you and once I'm done, he's free to join us. But for now, you're only mine."
A wave of heat rushed through your core at his words, at the thought of having both these enormous orcs inside you at the same time. You glanced at Yolmar again who gave you a quick nod, and you thought you saw a spark of interest in his eyes. Would he enjoy seeing you get fucked by another orc? The thought of him watching was strangely enough arousing for you.
Wetting your lips, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath to calm your nerves. What choice did you have but to obey? This huge monster could kill you with a simple snap of his fingers around your neck. Opening your eyes, you held your gaze on the floor as you started untying your girdle with trembling fingers, too anxious to meet his eyes.
Tarod smirked and sat down on his throne, his icy blue eyes watching your every movement as you undressed and revealed your naked body. His dick twitched at the sight of your soft and tempting form.
"Come to me."
Tarod watched amused as you approached him with flushed cheeks. So innocent you appeared, so fragile and small. Tarod had always found the muscular features of the female orcs attractive, but there was something about having such a delicate little thing that aroused him beyond anything he'd ever felt before.
"Look at me."
Your pulse quickened at his voice, and you swallowed hard as you halted at his feet. You lifted your gaze, your eyes widening at seeing his hard, throbbing member. Oh, dear lord...He must be close to the size of your lower arm...Your heart started beating faster, sending another wave of arousal through your core at the thought of him inside you, stretching you out and pleasuring you in places you'd never been pleasured before.
Tarod chuckled lowly. "Touch me, human. I know you want to. I can smell your arousal."
Licking your lips nervously, you looked up into Tarod's eyes, and a bolt of electric spark surged through you. For the first time you felt the same connection you felt with Yolmar when you met him, how easy it had been to give yourself to him.
As if your body was moving on its own, you lifted your hand and wrapped your delicate hand around his meaty cock, your fingers barely reaching around its thickness. Tarod grunted, and his dick jerked in your hand. Your pussy clenched in response, pulsating with need to have him inside you. Slowly, you started moving your hand, amazed by his size as he grew even bigger in your hand. A trail of bulging veins appeared on his length, and the bulbous head was aggressively reddish. Fuck, this was the most glorious cock you'd ever seen. Flooded with newfound confidence, you bent down and flicked your tongue across the slit of the head, earning a breathy growl from Tarod. Encouraged by his noises, you lowered your head and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. Slowly, you started bobbing your head, sliding your lips up and down his length. With each bob, you took more and more of him into your mouth until you started to gag.
"What a good, little mate you've found for us, Yolmar," Tarod grunted and grabbed your head, his huge hand covering your entire scalp as he pressed you down on his cock and bucked his hips against your face. You choked and spluttered as his length pushed down your throat. Tarod growled and released the grip on your head, allowing you to breathe. Gasping for air, you stared up at Tarod and glanced over at Yolmar. A pang of heat rushed through your belly when you saw the cock in his hand, his yellow eyes focused on you as he stroked himself.
Tarod wrapped his calloused hand around your throat and forced you to look at him. You gasped and stared up at him with big eyes and a wicked grin spread across his face.
"See how much he enjoys seeing his mate's mouth wrapped around another orc's cock? I bet he's gonna love seeing me ravage you."
"Please...," you whimpered, squeezing your thighs together to lighten the throbbing arousal.
"What's that?" Tarod snickered and lowered his hand down between your legs, slipping his long finger through your wet folds and into your soaked pussy. You gasped and grabbed his massive arm, moaning with pleasure at finally having something inside your aching core. Tarod growled at the sensation of your spongy flesh gripping his finger and the sloppy noises your pussy was making as he moved his finger inside you.
"You're absolutely drenched. You want me inside you, little one?"
"Y-Yes, please...," you mewled, nearly sobbing as you desperately rode his finger.
Tarod chuckled and pulled out his finger. Wrapping his hands around your waist, he lifted you up on his lap like you weighed nothing.
"I'm gonna let you start, little lamb, let you adjust to my size."
You nodded, your face flushed with arousal as you lowered yourself onto his cock. Slowly, the round head slid between your folds, and you bit your lip as you sank your body lower. You gasped when your pussy stretched and gaped for him, and the head finally pushed inside with a pop. A surge of pleasure went through your core, and a tiny moan escaped your lips. Oh fuck, he was so incredibly big.
Tarod grunted as he felt your tight cunt around the head of his cock, struggling to keep himself from slamming into you. He needed to be patient, and let you adjust to him first. Then, he could pound this tight, little pussy all he wanted.
You held onto his muscular shoulders as you slowly moved on top of him. With each bounce of your hips, you sank deeper and deeper. Your pussy stretched around his length, more than you ever thought possible, as more and more of his cock pushed inside you. You gasped and stared down at the bulge on your belly, amazed that your body could adapt so easily to him. Biting down on your bottom lip, you gripped his shoulders tighter as you started moving. Lifting your hips slowly, you moaned softly, feeling every inch of his cock move against your inner walls as you sank down on him again. Tarod grabbed your hips as you started to move at a gentle, steady pace, gradually adjusting to his size. Slowly, a hot, swirling sensation started to build up in your core, and you began to ride him faster, chasing that overwhelming feeling mounting in your core. Then, suddenly, Tarod made the slightest upwards movement with his hips, and a spike of sudden pleasure went through your core. You cried out as the warm sensation spread through your body like a wildfire. Your entire body jerked and twitched as your orgasm rippled through your body, and your head became a cloudy mess from the overwhelming sensations flowing through you.
"Fuck!" Tarod growled, his cock twitching at the feeling of your pussy gripping him so tightly. This was it. He couldn't hold back anymore. Holding you in a firm grip, he stood up and turned you around, placing you on your hands and knees on the floor.
Your blurry mind was abruptly woken by Tarod's cock plunging into you from behind. Back arching and eyes widening, you looked at him over your shoulder, at the erotic sight of him crouching above you and pounding his enormous member into your now gaping, soppy count. You caught something in the corner of your eyes and suddenly remembered Yolmar was there, the sight he was giving you sending another wave of pleasure through your belly. He was still stroking himself, his pace faster now, matching the pace of Tarod's hips. Yolmar's mouth was half open, his chest heaving rapidly with breathy moans as he watched Tarod's cock plunge in and out of your pussy.
All of these impressions flooding your body and mind were too overwhelming, and you couldn’t control your body anymore as another gush of pleasure swept through your body. Throwing your head back, you pressed your ass back against Tarod's hips, rutting against him erratically as your orgasm rolled like waves through your body.
Tarod growled and threw his head back at the feeling of your fluttering, clenching walls gripping his cock. He slammed into you one last time, his cock swelling and throbbing as spurts of his thick cum released into your cunt. Your eyes landed on Yolmar just as he came, and a fountain of white semen erupted from his cock and landed on the floor. You mewled softly at the sight, your pussy gently clenching around Tarod's cock still lodged inside you as your body relaxed in post-orgasmic bliss.
"Come here," Tarod boomed and lifted you up, cradling you on his lap as he sat down on his throne. "You took me so well, little lamb. Now, rest before we both take you and make you our mate."
You smiled tiredly, barely registering his words as his warm cum seeped out of you and sleep claimed your body.
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Instinct
Male! Dragon! OC x AFAB!gn!reader
Feat: Yandere OC Silas
Cw: possessive behavior, yandere character, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, animalistic behavior, biting, claiming bite.
NSFW
Thank you @devotion-disorder for this lovely art piece I'm so glad I commissioned you!!
You smell good.
So good.
Your Skin;
So Soft to the touch,
smooth and unblemished,
just begging for a mate to pin you down and sink his fangs into. Your mere presence was tempting.
Silas knew full well that as the months got warmer and the snow melted, more primal desires started to call to him. An animalistic need that demanded satisfaction. However, a Duke dub Cedric from a neighboring kingdom invited him to a ball and offered he could not refuse even if he wanted to. The Duke was kind enough to Grant him a plus-one, and now, standing before you in an outfit that the maids and tailor specifically prepared for you, how the woven silk fabric hugged every part of your body, oh, how he wishes he could forget that stupid party and rip your outfit in two and ravish you right here in this carriage.
His hungry eyes did not go unnoticed by you. Even now, as elegant and princely as he looked, Silas looked like a caged, starving animal. His eyes were only on you the entire night, even as other more elegant women wine and flaunted their bodies to get his attention, only to clutch their pearls in frustration when the prince only had eyes for you.
Silently stalking behind you like your shadow glaring down upon you like a premium steak on his plate ready to devour you.
But Silas held back his urges for the sake of his reputation, as all Noble eyes were on him. He stopped following you around like a lost puppy and began mingling with Sir Cedric. Talks of trade business gossip from other kingdoms were a much-needed but small distraction from the burning in his core, but now and then, he would sneak a little glances at you. His pupils waning into slits as he watched the other attendants stare at you with the same hungry eyes he had been.
Veins rush with adrenaline when one of the Nobles who had been eyeing you gets the courage to approach you.
The conversation becomes background noise as he tries to concentrate on what that man is saying to you, glaring daggers at the noble, making you smile and chuckle. The dragon in him hissed and snarled, becoming more and more restless. To it, you are an unclaimed potential mate being pursued by a rival.
Silas feels his claws threatening to rip out of his gloves. He clutches his fist with images of the noble's blood painting the walls of the ballroom, Imagining the taste of his flesh on his tongue. He quickly storms out as the Duke is still talking to him.
You look over to see Silas approaching the both of you.
Eyes burning with fury, be prepared yourself for a gruesome site only for it to never come.
" Excuse me, gentlemen, my apologies for interrupting your conversation, but I believe I asked this lovely person to dance with me."
Silas said politely, eyes still burned with a jealous rage that you were all too familiar with. A small, gentle smile on his face, Which only made him more unsettling. And his hand ever so gently stroking your hip, has he pulled you closer to him.
The man, a kind soul, really, took the hint. If he were to stay within your presence any longer than he'd had, this Prince would make him disappear.
"Ah, Sorry, Your Highness, I hadn't realized they were taken already."
Yes, taken… They are mine
A shiver goes down your spine when your eyes meet his, giving off a slight draconic glow of violet piercing into your very soul.
As you danced with him, his hold around you was tight, and his touch was borderline sensual as he caressed your parts in ways along with notice. You flushed, knowing that you couldn't do anything while Silas was feeling your body in public. Even as you try to look away, he moves his head to keep your eyes on him.
"Don't look away from me." He whispered a husky, demanding tone, his thumb gently pressing against your bottom lip as he forced your head back to him. His thumbs wipes across your bottom lip. His fang sinks into his, Imagining the taste of your lips upon his
"Eyes on me, dear."
With the last of his self-control, he lasted from the dance the carriage ride home, letting out a low-throated purr, seeing your small body sat pretty in his lap, his large veiny hand underneath your clothes grasping at your bare thigh. He stayed eerily quiet even as you tried to talk to him. He'd only give one-word answers or hums, his mind thinking of only one thing. His gaze focused on your unblemished neck, shoulders, and collarbone. You feel his hand squeeze your plush thigh, fingers dipping dangerously close to your core. Silas's breath tickles your neck, gently pressing kisses up until he nibbles on your ear. Finally, he whispers.
" As soon as we get out of this carriage, you are coming into my bed tonight. Do you understand?" He smiles as he sees you nod obediently.
When the carriage finally does stop as at his Castle, he immediately has you in his arms, carrying you like a bride, to his chambers, throwing you onto his large bed, going back to the door to lock it.
When you sit up, you see him breathing heavily, his face flushed red, looking back at you with that familiar, hungry look. Silas slowly begins to peel off his clothing one by one as he makes his way closer to the bed to you.
"Do you know what you do to me?" A growl rips from his throat, now half naked, his fingers playing with his belt.
" all night, as I suffer, you sit pretty looking up at others with those big doe eyes.
He creeps closer, hands pressing against the mattress as he leans into your face.
" walking around and then gorgeous outfit men drooling over you like panting dogs. Unaware of who has already claimed you.
He caresses your cheek before his hand slides down, grabbing the collar of your outfit. Pulling you downward, your forehead rested against his.
"Strip."
Claws dug into the fabric. If this weren't off in five seconds, it would be torn off your body.
He watched you slowly shimming out of your outfit. With each delicious amount of skin exposed, he touched and caressed.
Your thighs, your hips, your stomach, your chest. The Prince couldn't keep his hands off you. He could barely hold back when he pressed you into the mattress, a hand secured firmly around your throat.
Fingers trail down your stomach, slipping beneath your undergarments. Thick fingers press. Play with your core. Pressing gently at your tight entrance, fondling your walls, listening to the sweet sounds of your insides as he stirs them. He releases your neck, caressing your cheek as he leans down to taste your lips. His breath shakes as he goes down for another. His tongue is sliding into your mouth as he deepens the kiss, his fingers tangling in your hair pulling you deeper. He presses his entire naked body against you. You could feel how hard he was straining his pants.
"I want you."
His voice shakes in desperation
"I want to be the only man you look at.
"I want to claim you as mine, to make it so everyone knows who you belong to."
His hand slips to his belt, undoing it, while remaining eye contact.
" I need to be inside you,"
He keeps looking at your core, licking his lips.
" But first, it has been a while since I've tasted you. Let me make you feel good."
Grabbing your ass, he lifts your lower half with ease. He lets out a feral growl as he goes down onto your core, eating you like a starved beast. His eager tongue tastes all of you because he puts his whole mouth on your little body. Lewd noises of his lips slurping your wetness fill the room, which only turns him on more, his feral growls turning into whimpering moans, grinding his hips against nothing in particular. You clenched the bed sheets, wailing and trembling, your body trying its best to squirm away from the intense pleasure only for him to hold you tighter.
You were not getting away from him.
Silas needed to make you cum to taste your essence on his tongue. He needed to feel that satisfaction of knowing that no other man could make you feel the way he feels.
His eyes rolled back when your hand tangled in his hair, pulling on his long jet locks as you braced yourself for your own orgasm. He holds his mouth in place, drinking every last drop of you. Finally, finishing his meal, he drops you like a rag doll, wiping his mouth with his hand before licking his fingers. He was no longer a man at that point, with only one thing on his mind: he flips you over, a firm hand on the back of your neck, pressing you down. He slipped his cock out of his pants, his big hand manhandling your ass open. Your entrance is wet enough with the saliva, cum, and juices, even with his vast draconic cock. He forced himself inside with one motion, mounting you like an animal. You felt his breath already against your ear as he put his hand around your throat. His pace was rough and relentless, grinding his hips with each thrust, trying to drill as deep as he could.
"Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! All mine!"
He repeats like a mantra. You can feel the tip of his dick pressing against the sweet spot inside you, making you clench around his thick rigid shaft feeling every monstrous and inhuman ridge on his dragon cock. His cock felt hot, threatening to burn you out from the inside. You cum again on his cock. Silas is lost and in pleasure, mercilessly fucking you through your orgasm. He removes his hand from your throat, snaking it till around your mouth, muffling your sweet screams when you feel his teeth sink into your neck, his sharp, beastly fangs piercing, breaking your skin as the taste of your blood feels his mouth; he explodes inside you, his whole body is shaking the sheer pleasure making tears well up in his eyes. His hips still as he grinds every last drop deep inside you, claiming you for himself, claiming you in the most primal way any man can. You go limp into his arms, and he catches you, supporting your entire body in his arms. Silas, in a daze licking the new wound on the back of your neck, gently suckling the red liquid from the new mark; his cock throbbed deep inside you, still hard, and his body still felt hot.
"I need more."
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Oh, nothing much, just a list of reasons why I am so excited to permashift to my ultimate 4d reality //better current reality//
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— EXPERIENCING DESIRED SCENARIOS
I am a hardcore daydreamer just like my brother and sister shifters(you guys🫵🏾), and I can't wait to really live the silly imagines I always have in my head. Even if it's something relatively small, I will still get to live every second of them.
Idk if some of you guys will remember that one post where I mentioned Googlebox? But I'm mentioning it again🙄 because I scripted me, my love of my life, his sister who is my bff, my own girl bff and her boyfriend are part of the program teehee. I swear no one will ever understand how much of a comfort show Googlebox is to me and in general.
The idea of being on TV whilst watching TV and relaxing with my favourite people and eating my favourite food just makes me melt. It's such a core memory to me and idk I just love showing off how perfect my family is to everyone else
— FOOD
I can't wait for all the delicious food I'll get to eat. There will never be a single time where I have to eat something I don't like or don't want to ever again, because why should I have to? I'm mostly excited to have stuff like popeyes, McDonald's, seafood boils, those Korean and Japanese foods you see on mukbangs, loads of fruit bowls (I really do love fruit), basically everything meat/barbecue, pasta including ramen, and sweets too cus🧍🏿♀️🤷🏾♀️
— NO UGLY CLOTHES ALLOWED
Never will there be a day or night where I will ever need to wear clothes that don't suit me or clothes I don't like. My closet is going to be full of the cutest and gorgeous late 90s and early 2000s skirts, shirts, bellbottoms, flares, jackets, oversized ts, shorts, belts, slippers, jewelry, panties and bras etc etc
— ALREADY COMPLETED WORK
In my better cr, I scripted that I am already miles ahead of everyone in college work (and best believe all my work is at distinction level) so I have all the time in the world to do what I want until the next brief; I also scripted the date of month that I will wake up in my better cr in is the 16th April last week so I will have only 3 days of college next week (because i go in on mondays, tuesdays, wendsays and Thursdays) and 4 weeks of freedom to myself. (I also scripted my teachers let me do my own art work in my free time in class, cus sometimes all a girl wants to do is draw their ocs🥺)
— CURRENTLY IN MY MOVING ERA
In better cr, I am kind of in the planning process of moving out of my house to my apartment penthouse with my friend group. I'm thinking of moving out at 18 or 19 years old since I'm 17 rn and I still want to explore my better cr house cus it's wayyyy better than this one. But even once I've moved out I'll probably keep visiting my old home where my mum and her husband lives because.
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Overall, I am so excited to experience everything I have ever dreamed of. I know I deserve my freedom and peace, excitement, and joy. Being able to just do what I want when I want and always knowing that no matter what, everything is going to be okay.
Life is so amazing, and it's so worth living. I know I will manifest my desired reality in no time, and I know all of the stress, time, anxiety, and patience won't be for nothing. Life is mine to explore, and I can't wait to do so
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