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mysecretlittlelibrary · 7 months

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Prettiest Sight

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: really just cockwarming technically, sort of exhibitionism/voyeurism, Bucky has a filthy mouth even in such a casual setting, honestly this isn't much compared to some of my others lol

Genre: fluff and smut

Summary: Steve wants to draw you and Bucky and you plan to let him

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You stride into your room humming to yourself as you finish a text. When you enter, Steve and Bucky are lounging around, Steve at the desk, and Bucky on the couch watching TV.

"Oh hey guys. I didn't realize you'd be back already." You say.

"We just went on a coffee run." Steve reminds you, tapping your coffee cup with his pencil.

"Well yeah I know but sometimes that shop gets busy." You shrug.

"Where did you get off to princess?" Bucky asks.

"Just had some laundry I thought I'd take care of while you were out. I just sat up there til I could put them into the dryer so I didn't forget." You explain grabbing your coffee from the table and taking a sip.

"Oh okay."

"What ya doin Stevie?" You ask looking over his shoulder where he's hunched over at your desk.

"Just some sketching." He mutters.

"He's been at it most of the morning. Even at the coffee shop, he was doodling away while we were waiting." Bucky tells you.

"Really?" You hum. "Can I see some of them?" You ask.

"They aren't like- great or anything just, trying some things." Steve mutters handing you the sketchbook. You flip through the drawings with wide eyes. Some of them are simple, outlines and such some barely more than shadows, but other pages are much more detailed, vivid depictions of places and things and the occasional person.

"These are impressive Stevie. You shouldn't sell yourself short." You tell him sitting down in Bucky's lap.

"Are these just strangers?" Bucky asks peaking at one of the drawings with an arm wrapped around your waist.

"Yeah- I don't draw people a lot but every once in a while I'll try." Steve shrugs.

"Well you could always draw us if you want the practice." You say with a wink. You're pretty sure he'll never actually take you up on the offer but you're not joking.

"Wanna draw us like one of your French girls Stevie?" Bucky smirks resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Don't tease. I was being serious." You lightly smack Bucky's thigh in reprimand.

"Actually- I did have this one idea." Steve mutters his cheeks tinged pink slightly.

"Really?" Bucky blinks at him.

"You wanna draw us?" Even you're surprised.

"If you guys don't mind."

"Of course we don't. What's the idea?" You ask. Steve doesn't answer immediately, but the tint in his cheeks is spreading in the space left after your question.

"Oh shit he really does want to draw us like Jack's French girls." Bucky laughs.

"Stop it." You roll your eyes. "Is that it Steve?"

"Well kind of. Unfortunately, my recollection isn't great otherwise I would just draw it from memory but- it's just that you always look so beautiful when Buck or I am filling you I thought it'd be a nice moment to immortalize." Steve explains and the revelation sends a shiver down your spine and has your core clenching slightly.

"Oh." You breathe out.

"You- wanna draw us with her sitting on my dick?" Bucky asks and you almost squirm at his words, the imagery now vividly at the forefront of your mind.

"It's a real pretty sight." Steve says.

"I mean I know it is Steve I'm just- surprised. You've never been one for that kind of exhibitionistic interest." Bucky says.

"Whatever man." Steve rolls his eyes. "Y/n? What are you thinking?" He asks you hesitantly.

"I mean I'm not- against it. You just want me like in Bucky's lap?" You ask.

"Yeah pretty much."

"Well if Bucky's fine with it-"

"You'll never have to convince me to do something that involves you on my dick." Bucky shrugs.

"You are so vulgar." You roll your eyes.

"You had no problem with my vulgarity last night princess." Bucky kisses the back of your neck.

"Down boy." You joke. "Stevie you wanna give this idea of yours a try or what?"

"Now?" He blinks.

"Yeah why not? We're all here and you've got your sketchpad." You shrug. "Just tell us what to do and we can make it happen."

"O- okay, well you'll need to strip." Steve says.

"Risque." Bucky jokes as you climb off of his lap to tug off your shorts and t-shirt.

"You too Bucky." Steve says.

"Can do." Bucky winks at Steve shuffling down his jeans and pulling his shirt over his head.

"Actually- y/n put on one of our shirts that you've highjacked." Steve says.

"Hey you guys leave your clothes in here half the time." You protest but you grab one of Steve's shirts from your drawer anyway. You put it on and walk back over to Bucky on the couch.

"And the other half of the time you just go into our rooms and take things." Bucky says tapping your butt lightly. You stick your tongue out at him in response and he chuckles.

"Anyway, do you need a little warm-up y/n?" Steve asks.

"A warm-up?" You ask.

"Well yeah- you'll be sitting for a little bit, you both need to be somewhat comfortable." Steve says as if it's obvious.

"Oh." It's all you can come up with in response.

"Come here doll, let's get you ready hm, although- I'd bet you're already dripping for us like always." Bucky spins you to face him, a hand wrapping around your thigh, fingers settling incredibly close to your center. Close enough that if he stretched the digits he'd be touching, but where they are now it's just enough for you to be hyperaware of the closeness.

"Now's really not the best time for one of your games Bucky." Steve cautions.

"There's never a bad time for those." Bucky winks. Steve rolls his eyes which only makes Bucky's smirk widen as if he has every intention of riling you both up.

"This is supposed to be about me drawing you two babe, can't do that if you're just gonna make a mess of her til she's begging for both of us." Steve says and you almost want to abandon the drawing in favor of that when he says it.

"Alright I'll be nice." Bucky concedes tapping against your thigh lightly. The action instinctually has your legs spreading enough for him to slip two fingers between your slick folds. "Just like I thought, so wet before anyone even had to touch you. Always so ready for us." Bucky hums as he pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly, stretching you. You can't help the small whimpers and moans that fall from your lips at Bucky's ministrations with both men watching intently. A few minutes of playing your body like a custom instrument have you unsteady on your feet and that's when Bucky withdraws. "I'd say you're ready." He says sliding his fingers into his mouth to lick them clean and the action makes your walls clench. You take a deep breath before speaking again.

"Do you want me facing you Stevie? Or should I be facing Bucky for this?" You ask.

"Face me sweetheart." Steve says. You nod and climb onto Bucky's lap straddling him with your back to Bucky. You take Bucky in your hand and he hisses but he can't dwell on the sweet grip of your fingers because in the next moment, you're sinking down onto him, the molten heat of your core envelops him like the sweetest torture. You take your time settling on top of him, 'unintentionally' grinding further against his erection until his hands squeeze warningly against your hip. "Behave you two. I'm serious about drawing you." Steve warns.

"Of course baby." You smile innocently at him.

"Alright- Bucky get comfortable but your legs need to be spread so I can actually see where you're joined oh and slip your hand into her shirt, cup one of her boobs. And you can put your other hand on her thigh." Steve gives you a series of directions which Bucky follows quickly. "Y/n you can lean back against him." Steve adds and you settle against Bucky's chest, and his head rests on your shoulder. "Good girl. Now you guys can just sit there while I draw."

"Do we gotta be quiet and still or-" Bucky trails.

"I mean as long as you don't move too much it's fine, and you can definitely talk, at least until I'm drawing your faces but I'll let you know when I'm at that point." Steve's already started sketching, his eyes darting from you and Bucky to his sketchpad. Bucky swipes his thumb across the nipple of your breast that's in his hand and you gasp at the sudden stimulation.

"Bucky-" You warn.

"Sorry doll, you're just impossible to resist." He hums pressing a kiss to your neck that makes a shiver run down your spine.

"You're insufferable." You scoff at him.

"You say that but I can feel you squeezing me at my teasing." He says.

"Settle down Bucky." Steve warns him although you doubt Bucky will listen. If you're lucky he'll save the teasing for after the drawing is finished but chances are you'll end up doing way more than sitting on his dick within the hour. Bucky can be quite patient but when it comes to you neither of them is particularly good at managing their insatiability. You'll be seriously surprised if Steve manages to finish his drawing before one or both of them decides this time is better spent forcing orgasms from you.

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#marvel #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers smut #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky #bucky x reader #stucky x reader #stucky fanfic #stucky smut #stucky fluff #stucky #bucky barnes fluff #steve rogers fluff

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prof-peach · 2 months

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Big Changes

I am trying to move across the world to be with my partner and it is very stressful, and i gotta make bank to try and cover the costs, SO

I am selling a lot of designs. Bare in mind, all adoptables you recieve from me will be redrawn and redered to a high quality, what you see below is not the final image you will recieve, simply an idea/sketch I never had time to solidify.

Some of these pieces are 'mystery' meaning I will finish what I had intended to do with them and you'll recieve that.

The higher prices on some represent the additional work it will take to refine or nail a design down, and the time required for that. These designs cannot be edited back and forth between me and you the client in this process due to time constraints with moving and packing ect. I can make minor edits if needed, but it will bring about additional fees, though typically not huge in price. If you have any questions, or want further infomration, message me and ill do my best to respond fast. Almost all these mons had a purpose, and some vague idea behind them, you can ask for those if youre interested too, though you may want to assign your own as well, either way, perfectly fine.

I will also be selling off my starter designs. They come as a trio, and are a higher price due to being designs I wish I didn't have to sell.

You will recieve all three fully drawn and rendered if purchased.

The grass starter sold already.

#adoptables #fakemon #pokemon #prof.peach #need to sell stuff to move my life half way across the world

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katnissdoesnotfollowback · 2 months

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Stop Bad Mouthing Your Baby

“...You just remember Rodney got replaced by Rhonda the Pitbull and she just had puppies. I can sell you to the junkyard and the whole litter will piss on you.” “Still bad mouthing your baby,” he says and her entire frame goes completely rigid. “She’ll never purr for you if you threaten her.” She spins around to scowl at him and his smile wavers. The dimple vanishes. He’s taller and broader and even more alluring than she remembers in her dreams at night. “I half expected you and Gale to be on the NASCAR circuit by now as a kickass husband-wife duo.” “Life didn’t turn out that way. Yet,” she says and he nods...

A while back, the incredibly talented and lovely @little-lynx gifted this sketch to me, inspired by my story 9000 rpm and I am so glad she gave me permission to share it now. There's so much I love about this sketch. Peeta working on Alimony. Katniss getting lost in watching him work, looking at him like she's trying to figure him out or figure out her feelings for him. Her holding a socket wrench against her cheek, ready to hand it to him if he needs it. The soft coloring like it's twilight and muggy. Just... asdsakfdskagnjreskl. Chef's kiss.

#9000 rpm fanart #9000 rpm #9000 rpm nonsense #ten years of fanfiction mania #little-lynx

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dumplingsfordays · 7 months

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titty lover!welt hcs

Welt Yang x fem!reader

genre - fluff

cw!: reader's titties are thicc, welt and reader are in a relationship, protective!welt, he might be lowkey addicted to ur bosom, super fluffy

note - I am a firm believer in titty lover!Welt. That is my only concrete hc for him and I love it lmao. Also I think that my writing is kinda devolving into (cough) smut (cough) so I might write a cute lil boyfriend fic later 👀

And as always, thank you for reading :))

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titty lover!Welt who would sell his soul just to squeeze them bazongas once. Them mommy milkers. Them beautiful boobies. You're kinda concerned that he's your bf only because you got big titties but he always denies it-

titty lover!Welt who loves kneading ur titties in the early mornings if you slept in his room. Everytime he does so, you'll wake up to his large, calloused hands gently caressing your soft chest.

titty lover!Welt who uses you as a reference to practice his anatomy skills, but always ends up sketching your bosom. He can't help it - it just looks so perfect, how could he not be distracted?

titty lover!Welt who gets a little more protective of you if you're wearing a low-cut top in public. He will never make you wear something you don't want to, but he consistently finds himself wrapping a hand around your waist to show that if he catches anyone staring at your boobs, he'll teach them a lesson after you two finish your walk.

titty lover!Welt who can't stop staring at your soft breasts. Almost every time you talk to him and your chest is even partially showing, his eyes will keep darting between your beautiful eyes and your titties as you try to explain to him that he's staring.

titty lover!Welt who uses your bosom as a pillow when he's exhausted. He'll come into his bedroom to see you on the bed, patting the sheets so that he can lay down beside you. He plops down onto the mattress, burying his face in your mounds and hugs you while you pat his head and ask him about his day.

titty lover!Welt who loves you - he really does, and loving you also includes loving them boobies. He often claims (in private, of course) that "titties are love, titties are life."

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Welt be like

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mcromwell · 26 days

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Genuine question, sorry if it's dumb -

How do you work when there's something on the line? I find I freeze, and it's just so much more difficult to properly organize myself to produce something I'm proud of. But you've been to conventions, and you sell your work, so I'm assuming you feel pressure at least *sometimes.* do you work with it? Around it?

Hey Tymbul, it's not a dumb question, it's actually a really good one. I can only answer it to the best of my own abilities, in regards to my own art and practice, so mileage may vary.

This feeling of something being is "on the line" was what burned me out hard in 2019/20. I'd been making and sharing art for decades and all the while my thoughts took the shape of, "it has to be GOOD, it has to SAY something, it needs to hit X and Y requirement to be worthy" etc. Wherever that habit of pressuring myself came from, it wasn't helpful. I would glare at the blank page and curse every sketch I made because it (and by extension, myself) wasn't ever good enough.

I knew something had to change, so I changed. I began trying to make art with no pressure. Instead of pushing myself I let my foot off the brake. I changed the way I talked to myself about art. "I'm going to make this as good as I can. And if I can't, there's always next painting." I began starting a piece with fast, easy, not-precious stuff--random paint smears, doodles, gesture sketches. The pressure was off when all I had to do was start with trash and play around. If it just wasn't working and I had to scrap it or start over, oh well, it was just trash. I still run into this pressure today, though. Growth ain't linear and all that. Old habits die hard. I have to snap myself out of it with a feral screeching JUST THROW PAINT ON IT RRRRRRRRGH and I can usually let up on the brakes enough to get it going. It's a journey.

I like to think of this in terms of dog training. If you punch your dog and yell at it, that dog is going to have fear and doubt and won't be a healthy dog capable of performing the tasks you ask of it. But if you use positive reinforcement, they develop confidence and become dependable and sturdy. If you sit down to make art and every time its a barrage of IT HAS TO BE GOOD! YOU HAVE TO BE PROUD OF IT! EVERY NEW PIECE HAS TO BE BETTER! IF IT ISN'T YOU'LL BE A FAILURE! WHY AREN'T YOU DRAWING YET then man, that dog is cowering in the corner, it is not going to sit or fetch or anything. What if instead you said, "Okay! Time to make something. Let's do warm-ups and thumbnails to prepare so I'm ready to jump in. I am open to surprising myself by making something I'm excited about, but I won't beat myself up if today isn't that day. I know by doing this I'm practicing and getting better, it is never a waste." You are much more likely to Do a Thing if that thing feels good to do. That's just being an animal, man. Positive feedback.

To be honest, though, I still haven't found a successful way to make commissions less like pulling teeth. My method of art-making is to fuck around and find out and that's not a conducive method for a comm, which usually has a ton more expectation and strict parameters and my nemesis: Should-Look-Like. I am good at some things, I am not good at comms. Progress is not linear. I am still learning. My efforts to let up on the brakes made it so the car was a lot harder to control... for better or worse.

Hope this helps. Mostly, my advice is to find out how making art can feel good to you and then make a ton of it. Make more art than you think you should. It gets easier. And don't punch your dog.

#art advice #art block #self-talk #that being said I often fear I have 0 discipline but then again I am sick so I might just be kinda grumpy about stuff

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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AITA for possibly getting a local business shut down?

I (19M) am a college sophomore. There's a liquor store by campus. Or, I guess, there was.

It had sporadic hours. Like, think Aziraphale from Good Omens. Every day had different hours, most of the time it would be open for a few and then close for a few then open again. I went in once with friends and the shelves were super sparsely stocked. The shelves were mostly empty, the coolers in the back had maybe two 24 packs of beer total. The week we went wasn't even a week you'd expect to see them sold out. Even if it was, I almost never saw anyone go in anyway. When we were there one of my friends ended up buying some like, cucumber vodka or whatever, and she didn't even get ID'd.

That kinda set off a major red flag for me. The place is right by campus. It's in a strip mall right across the street from one of my lecture halls. My friend also looks pretty young. The guy working there was sitting in a lawn chair next to the cash register. He didn't scan it, I don't even think he knew the price. My friend handed him cash and didn't even get any change. We were too weirded out to insist.

Anyway, I started joking that it's a mob front. I mean, the place only takes cash, it's super sketch, there's no website. I spent a lot of time at the pizza place by it and I literally never saw anyone go in. The joke ended up catching on though. Whenever it came up I'd joke about it, my friends would. I once heard someone I didn't even know joking about it with a classmate and about how they don't ID.

This was all last year. This year, part way through the year, it all just disappeared. The place closed, no warning, nothing. It just went dark. I'm super scared that my joke is the reason it got closed. Like, what if someone investigated it because of what the college kids said? What if they got caught selling liquor to underage college kids because this stupid joke made them realize the place didn't ID.

I just feel really bad that maybe I ruined someone's business, mob front or not. Like, it was none of my business, maybe I should have kept my mouth shut.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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newtdrawz · 6 months

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Could u do dally and pony friendship hcs🫣

OH MY GOD YES I CAN

You don't understand,, how obsessed I am with their friendship omg 😭 (lil warning these are prolly ooc but I really tried 😭😭 I promise) (feel free to add on to these I love seeing other ppls hc's!!)

Ok throwback to my Ponyboy HC's post where I said Dally is really supportive of Pony's hobby in art!!!!!

Dally might be (secretly ofc he would never admit it) like the #1 fan of Pony's art, besides Johnny and Soda obvi

He really likes watching him sketch and paint, it's memorizing to him and he can't fathom how it looks like a picture from a camera almost, he tells him that too. ("I dunno how you're able to do that so quickly, Pone." "It looks like a photograph almost.")

Pony always tries to downplay his talents and Dally (ofc in his mean/tough love Dally way lol) tells him not to do that and to not sell himself short

Dally truly believes Pony could be famous from his art. That he could get out of Tulsa and make a name for himself. He doesn't really know how to communicate that to him besides the rare compliment here and there.

Another throwback to the post where I did the hc that Johnny and Dally will sit in and listen to Pony read,,

Dally doesn't like reading, never really cared for it. He thinks Pony reading all the time is a little funny and he'll tease him abt time to time.

When he first finds Johnny sitting in the lot with Pony and Pony reading one of his books out loud to Johnny he obviously had to interrupt and obviously sit with them (they're happy to include him btw they don't mind 😭😭)

Dally will not. Shut. Up. He asks Pony abt a million questions abt the book. ("Well why'd the guy go and do that?" "Why's he stupid?" "Wait what happened before that?" "What's that ladies name again?" "Wait What's she look like again?")

This is one of the very few (and probably first) times Pony talks back/sasses Dally ("Why don't you be quiet and let me finish reading the page? And then maybe you'll know what's happening.")

Idk how to explain this but Dally is def the type of friend to feed into his friends delusions 😭 or like hype them up for something they definitely SHOULD NOT do,, like ykwim?? And he def does it with Pony

He definitely encourages Pony to get into a little bit of trouble, just a tiny bit.

Obviously Pony can get in trouble on his own and he does plenty but Dally just encourages it a little bit more lol

He calls it "getting Pony out of his comfort zone" while Darry calls it "peer pressuring" (there was def a conversation/argument abt it 😭😭) (Dal: I am NOT peer pressuring him, I'm getting him out of his comfort zone. Dar: yes you are Dal! Dal: No I'm not! Pony do you feel peer pressured?! Say no. Pony: No... Dal: See?! He's fine. He's having fun!)

Dally 100% keeps Pony out of any real trouble tho, the kind that'd get him sent away or seriously hurt. He'd never encourage him to do something bad enough to warrant those things.

Ok, Dally is actually really nice but in a mean way. Like he's aggressively nice where no one's sure if they're being threatened or complimented or insulted. He's no different with the gang

If Pony or Johnny are like really bad at something Dally will threaten the rest of the gang to lie and be nice 😭😭😭 he won't be nice because it's not expected of him but he'll make everyone else be nice.

One time Pony tried to bake a cake and for some reason he just can't bake. He can cook fine but not bake. So it was like awful but ofc the gang tried it.

When Pony isn't paying attention Dally turns to the gang and straight up threatens them. ("This thing tastes like shit but you're all gonna tell him it tastes good or I swear I'll shove your faces into the cake.")

Dally has no idea WHY he does it, cuz he's not nice (he is) and he doesn't care abt Johnny or Pony's, or really anyone's, feelings (he does he's just emotionally constipated 😭😭😭)

Dally still is kinda mean to Pony though, not mean but like teasing?? Like in a big brother way

Sometimes he just says things without really thinking abt it or randomly teases him (like Pony reading all the time and being a nerd and not talking to girls)

One night they're both sitting on the porch smoking and it's kinda late and Dally randomly just says "ya'know I don't really mean it, right?" And Pony says yeah and Dally just nods and they go back inside.

After that Dally still teases him and stuff but Pony kinda knows now to not really take it heart cuz that's just Dally being Dally.

From an outsiders perspective it does look/sound like Dally is just being and a-hole 😭😭 but the gang just knows him enough that it's some weird love language he has to just be mean to them 😭

Whenever Dally's about to do something really stupid/dangerous/illegal he threatens Pony and Johnny to not do it

Before he does anything he'll look both of them in the eyes and either tell them to beat it incase the police show up or back up and hideout

He looks directly at Pony and goes "Do NOT tell Darry I did this infront of you or else." ("Do not, and I mean do not, EVER do what I'm about to do or I'll beat both of you.")

Dally is basically like the only one rlly allowed to be mean/tease Pony (in his head at least 😭)

Dally makes fun of him plenty and Pony just rolls his eyes and laughs. Dally will ruffle his hair and punch him in the arm and all that.

But the minute someone who isn't Darry or Soda or himself says something rude to Pony he just gets so mad 😭

One time he threatened Steve cuz Steve said something to Pony. ("You better shut up and leave the kid alone, Steve.") (Steve's confused cuz like not even 5 seconds ago Dally just called Pony an idiot or something 😭😭)

He's especially this way with socs and authority figures

And it's not like Pony can't defend himself or anything, Dally knows he can but he just gets mad anyways and again he just starts talking before thinking and next thing he knows he's nearly throwing hands with someone cuz they were an a-hole to his friend lol

He's basically the "only I can be mean to him and no one else can" type of friend 😭

Ok this post got a little out of hand 😭

I had waaaaaay too much fun with this I just really love talking about and making hc's 😭 I'm still trying to nail down Dally's personality so if (which he probably is,,) he's ooc sorry 😭 I literally can't help taking the characters and literally changing sm abt them from canon 😭😭 it's truly a problem but I will try to get him right 🙏

(If there's any spelling mistakes or anything sorry I did this half asleep w/ a headache cuz I was so excited abt this ask 😭 I couldn't wait)

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victoria-daydreams · 2 years

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The Hare and The Tower

AN: When I tell you I am treading in unfamiliar waters trying to write for Game of Thrones, I truly mean it. I was hoping there would be more Otto Hightower reader inserts by now, but there isn’t so now I have to be like Thanos and say, “fine I’ll do it myself”. I just hope to god I’ve done it somewhat right.

Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but I’d like to believe that between his scheming and willingness to sell his daughter to the highest bidder, somewhere inside he’s still a romantic. Depending on how I feel, things may change in the story to how I see fit and if even I want to continue with this story. I’m happy to make a taglist if this garners traction.

Summary: A single butterfly sets off a chain of events for the minor, noble House Clarick and the eldest daughter, Jesmyn Clarick is the cause behind it.

Trigger warning: age gap

Word Count: 1.2k

Chapter One: Of Butterflies & Sketches

112 AC, Westeros

It was from the most mundane action which altered the course of young Jesmyn Clarick's life.

Seeking peace and quiet, she had found herself venturing to the castle garden, needing the fresh air to clear her head. The day was cool and the trees in the courtyard were full of red and gold leaves, many of which that were ready to drift gracefully to the ground. Lowering herself onto a stone bench, she lifted her face up to the sun and let her skin soak in the rays. Her soft, raven coiled hair danced across her back over the blue silken dress she wore. Another breeze swept across the courtyard, blowing strands of her hair over her face, but she made no move to fix it knowing it would be no use.

The moment Jesmyn's eyes reopened, a new chapter had begun to write itself.

A sketchbook comfortably rested on the lap of Jesmyn as she sketched the scenery in front of her. Light scratching filled the air as her quill traveled across the paper in light strokes. That was until the quiet fluttering of wings reached her ears. Jesmyn lifted her head and watched a butterfly land on the corner of her sketchbook.

A soft laugh passed her lips, "Well, hello little one," she greeted, studying the deep violet wings of the insect.

Jesmyn smiled while observing the butterfly slowly crawl across the paper. Placing her finger gently on the page, she silently invited the butterfly closer to her. To her surprise, instead of shying away the little insect moved onto her forefinger and she brought it level with her eyes. The manner in which the butterfly's wings slowly flitted up and down was calming to Jesmyn, enchanting even.

"Some days, I wish I could be just like you," she said softly to the creature. "When things become too much for me, I just want to fly away and leave all my worries behind," she murmured.

With great care, Jesmyn raised her right hand and extended it to the air letting the insect to take flight again.

"Be free," she whispered, watching as the butterfly gracefully flew away.

Jesmyn, still enraptured with the gorgeous creature climbing higher and higher, didn't notice someone had slowly approached her from behind.

"Do you possess knowledge of the language of butterflies, Lady Jesmyn?"

The sound of the King's Hand voice made Jesmyn rise to her feet immediately, dropping into a curtsy.

"Lord Hightower, my apologies," she said, her words rushing together. "I wasn't aware of your presence, I was lost in my own thoughts," she continued, her fingers tightly gripping the edge of her sketchbook.

"Well, do you?" Lord Hightower asked, as her eyes met his once more.

Jesmyn was slightly taken aback from The Hand's tone. Everyone in court knew of Lord Hightower's demeanor. He was never one to show any type of emotion on his features, other than the calculating gaze which never seemed to leave his eyes. Even after the Lady Hightower's death his gaze didn't waver in its sharpness, perhaps the skin beneath his eyes were a slight shade darker from the rings that formed, but nonetheless still the same. Now, however, Jesmyn thought she could see the faintest of lines crinkling at the corners of his eyes. Unless, the sun was playing tricks on her mind. Dare she think it, but it was almost as if he was amused, which for a man like him was a rare expression.

Her lips quirked up, "It is a dead tongue my lord," Jesmyn answered. "I've taken to locking myself in the library for hours, poring over pages of books to learn the intricacies of such a difficult language," she quipped shyly.

The moment the timid joke passed her lips, the voice of her mother echoed in her head.

“Shyness never attracted any men, Jesmyn."

A smile stirred at his lips, "If your presence is not required elsewhere, you must indulge me in your findings Lady Jesmyn,"

Jesmyn grinned and bowed her head, "Of course, Lord Hightower," she agreed.

Side by side, they strolled through the expansive courtyard passing brightly colored flowerbeds.

"The flowers are beautiful this year," Jesmyn commented, letting her fingers run across the velvet texture petals. "The gardeners have most certainly outdone themselves," she added, throwing a side glance at Lord Hightower.

"Do you come here often Lady Jesmyn?" he asked, his arms folded behind his back.

"Whenever I want to get away," she said, briefly pausing. "Which is, often," she admitted, with a light chuckle. "I do my best work in the outdoors, not cooped up inside the Keep," Jesmyn explained.

Lord Hightower gestured to the sketchbook, "May I?" he asked, outstretching his hand to her.

Jesmyn nervously glanced down at her book before hesitantly handing the drawing to the older man. She felt like her heart traveled to her throat as his eyes scanned over the page.

"It's not finished!" she informed hurriedly.

In response, Lord Hightower only glanced at her briefly and returned his stare back to her drawing without uttering a word. One long, bony finger lightly traced the outline of the sketch, studying the details of the drawing up close. Jesmyn kept her eyes straight ahead, her posture rigid, but she could sense the quick glances Lord Hightower would intermittently send her from the side of her face. It went on like that for another minute before Lord Hightower came to a stop in front of a large, ornate fountain in the center of the garden, still admiring her work. Or, at least she hoped so.

"This is not my best work," Jesmyn commented, before he could say anything. "I am sorry to disappoint you, Lord Hightower," she apologized, her thumbs twiddling against her stomach where they were resting.

A slight frown formed on the man's face, lifting his eyes to look at her. Jesmyn could only imagine what her appearance was, her cheeks were hotly flushed in embarrassment internally.

"Lady Jesmyn, this is wonderful," Lord Hightower said, and Jesmyn let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Your attention to detail is to be commended," he complimented, returning her book to her.

A slow, yet delighted smile broke out across Jesmyn's face and she dipped her chin.

"Thank you, Lord Hightower," she said, pride swelling in her chest. "It will be grander once it's on a canvas, and yours to keep when I am finished," she continued. "If it would please you, my lord," she added quickly, not wanting to be offend The Hand by sounding too overly familiar.

His gaze flickered across her face before settling on her dark brown eyes.

"It would please me very much, Lady Jesmyn. Thank you," Lord Hightower said, with a small nod of his head. "Though, I do believe you'll find it most difficult to do so without your most important tool," he pointed out warmly, before producing Jesmyn's quill from behind his back.

"Indeed my lord," she agreed, laughter escaping her.

Grabbing the quill, Lord Hightower's finger brushed against her own and the sensation caused her whole body to tingle with heat. With a shudder, a reaction she couldn't decipher whether it came from the breeze or the contact which was made; she realized it had been the first physical interaction that happened between them. Jesmyn's gaze was slightly downwards, but her eyes bashfully looked up to Lord Hightower through her lashes.

For a moment, she thought that she saw a twinkle in Lord Hightower’s eyes, but before she can be sure, it was gone.

Chapter Two: Heart’s Desire

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sarcasmsweetie · 2 years

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Accepting the Bond

“A Better Life” Bonus Scene

Warnings: this is just... the smuttiest smut I have ever smutted. Friends, when I put the “18+” warning in my bio, it was like it was waiting for this moment. oral (f. receiving), pet names, praise kink, breath play... But also soft and lovey-dovey Azriel that makes my heart flutter. Let me know if I missed anything else!

Azriel x Archeron Sister

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“The honor is all yours, Lady Archeron.” I narrowed my eyes at Azriel’s cheeky grin, pulling the key he gifted me a year and a half ago from my pocket. As I had promised him, I began getting things sorted in Winter once we started designing our new home. I couldn’t make it out to the mountains in Night that frequently because of the bakery and working on selling my cottage and any other knickknacks I wouldn’t be bringing with me, so I haven’t seen the space since construction first started 8 months ago. I was here when they first poured the foundation, but haven’t been here since. I was involved in the design of the space, as well as picking out some furnishings, but I have not laid eyes on our home until this moment.

I looked at the large, black door with stained glass inlays depicting a reindeer with Velaris’ mountains between the reindeer’s antlers. Azriel had kept the door that belonged to the key a secret for so long, I felt tears forming at the crossover of our two lives. Sniffling a bit, I said quite seriously, “You know that Fenrir can never see this, right? His ego would get so inflated he’d be able to fly everywhere he wants to go for the rest of his life.” Azriel laughed before placing his arm around my shoulders.

“It’s our little secret, then.” Now that he’s made physical contact with me, I could practically feel him buzzing with excitement (or nerves) at the unveiling of our house. Looking up at him with a smile, I turned the key and opened the door.

The house was two stories with high ceilings that dark wooden support beams kept sturdy. Matching hardwood floors covered the space, and a mix of white drywall and stone walls made up the barriers to the rooms. The back exterior wall was made entirely of glass, opening up to the breathtaking views of the mountains. The living room, dining room, and kitchen were an open concept, and all of the bedrooms lined up against the wall of windows on the second floor so that anyone who slept here would wake up to the sight of the sun rising over the mountains. We also made sure we had both a massive home library/office as well as my own piano room. Every room was designed with space in mind to accommodate any number of Illyrians who may be roaming the halls, but ensuring the space did not mean any sense of homey comfort was diminished.

Walking through our home, I felt the air leave my lungs at finally seeing our little sketches come to life. Azriel stepped up behind me to wrap his arms around my waist and rest his chin on the top of my head. “Welcome home, sweetheart. I hope it’s everything you dreamed of.”

I turned in his arms, wrapping my own around his neck and looked into his bright hazel eyes. “It’s so much more than I could have imagined.” With a smile, he kissed my forehead and my eyes closed at the contact.

“There are some little additions the designer added if you want to walk through and see everything.” I pretended to consider his offer, but instead made a counteroffer.

“We could take the time to do that now, but I do have to admit that I am starving.” His eyes darkened and I didn’t bother hiding my grin. “I think a little visit to the kitchen is first on the list, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Now that you mention it, I could have a bite.” I laughed as he scooped me in his arms and made his way into the kitchen. I was temporarily distracted looking out the massive windows as the sky began to turn gorgeous shades of purple and orange with the sun setting.

“I don’t think I will ever tire of this view.” He followed my gaze and smiled as well.

“I look forward to every sunrise and sunset we’ll share for the rest of our lives.” I gently directed his face to meet mine in a brief kiss, sighing at the feel of being completely surrounded by everything that is Azriel. I pulled away with a smile.

“Time to get cooking, yes?” Like a switch flipping, his gaze turned dark all over again and I laughed. He set me down before he took a seat in one of the stools at the breakfast bar. I took a moment to appreciate this gorgeous, spacious kitchen that is mine for the rest of my days, before diving into tonight’s dinner.

I wanted to make something special for tonight, but something that wouldn’t take hours on end, which would only exhaust me when all was said and done. Wanting to outshine my sisters’ meager soup and crackers, I decided on salmon with asparagus and roasted rosemary potatoes. Wanting the final decision to be kept a secret for as long as possible, I trusted the twins to take care of including everything I’d need for tonight when they stocked the kitchen for us earlier today.

Dicing up the potatoes, I glanced up at Azriel. He had been watching me like a hawk as I moved around the kitchen, already feeling like I’ve spent my life up until this point working in it. “Can I get you anything to drink while I work on dinner?” I watched his throat bob as he swallowed, eyes unblinking as he continued to watch me.

“I’ll get myself some water for now.” I raised an eyebrow, glancing at the fully stocked wine rack. Following my gaze, he shook his head. “I don’t want anything to even minutely dull a single sense tonight.” My eyes widened as I began to feel my heart beat significantly faster than it was before, and I turned my gaze back to what I was doing. I highly doubt accidentally cutting a finger off due to distraction would set the right tone for accepting a bond…

With potatoes diced, I seasoned them and the asparagus, placing them in the oven before pulling the salmon filets from the ice box in order to prepare them. Sharp utensils far out of reach, I risked a glance at Az. “What do you think of the house?”

“I think it’s perfect. Even more so now that we’re both here.”

“Did you spend a lot of time here while it was being built?” Az smiled, looking down into his water glass.

“I suppose you could say that. Someone needed to get up into the high ceilings, after all, to paint and install the support beams.” I gaped at him.

“Wait, you actually helped with construction?” Az shrugged, trying to act as if it wasn’t a big deal, but the blush across his cheeks said otherwise. “How much time did you spend here?”

“Every day.” He looked up at me from beneath his eyelashes, and I felt the air leave my lungs. This strong, beautiful male sitting in front of me is so incredibly perfect. “Because of work, some days were simply just passing through to see how everyone was doing. But I otherwise spent the majority of my time here, making sure everything was perfect, not a plank of wood or stone out of place.”

I bit my lip as I turned to place the salmon in the oven along with the vegetables, tapping my fingers on the counter. “Cook faster, cook faster…” I continued muttering under my breath. I heard him laugh, but paid him no mind. I need this bond to be accepted pronto because the confessions from this male are doing things to me, and I don’t think I can wait if he keeps it up.

Opening the oven door, I found the potatoes and asparagus were ready, but that the salmon needed a couple of more minutes. Taking the two dishes out, I took the time to plate them while waiting for the salmon to finish. Once everything was ready, I took a deep breath and turned to Azriel. He was back to watching me like a hawk as I approached him, setting the plate down in front of him. “I hope you enjoy.”

He continued watching, waiting as I took the first bite of a potato before diving straight into the salmon. Neither of us broke eye contact as we continued eating in silence. I wasn’t sure if what I was feeling was anticipation for what follows the meal, or if this was the bond settling in place. Either way, it was an almost pleasant pressure in my chest, nearly making me lightheaded. He was eating much quicker than me, and I felt myself become a little bit more breathless the closer he got to clearing his plate.

The moment he swallowed his last bite, I dropped my fork and moved around the counter. He remained seated, but pushed his stool back. I think he anticipated that I would step between his legs, but not wanting any more distance between us, I straddled him, weaving my fingers through the ends of his hair behind his neck. He shuddered at the sensation, eyes closing slightly before shooting back open when I tugged the hair gently.

“I’ve cooked you a meal, I served it to you, and you ate every crumb. What’s next in accepting this bond of ours?” His hands gripped my waist, tugging me against a hardness growing in his pants. I bit back a groan at the thought and he grinned.

“Now? I take you on every surface of this house.” I gasped before his lips crashed against my own. Feeling a frenzy take over, I tightened my grip in his hair in order to pull myself even closer to him. He groaned as I ground against him, feeling like I already lost complete control over my actions and senses. I felt his shadows slide along my body before the weightlessness of winnowing startled me.

When I opened my eyes, we were in our new bedroom. I was still straddling him as he sat on the edge of a ginormous bed. I felt his hands tighten, and I pulled back. “Wait.” He tensed, even holding his own breath, as if I wanted to put a stop to everything. In an attempt to calm him down, I traced my hand along his cheek. “It’s my turn to offer a gift to you.” His brows furrowed in confusion.

“Y/N, you’ve already given me the greatest gift – “ I raised a hand to stop him. My other hand pulled a scrap of black lace from my pocket, and I tied it around my neck. The hazel in his eyes was completely gone as he watched me. Once it was secure, I raised both hands above my head.

“Would you like to unwrap your present?” I internally cringed, wishing I thought of something more clever, but clearly the action meant more than the words if his grin was anything go by. He quickly removed my sweater, showcasing the majority of the black and cobalt lacy teddy lingerie I wore beneath my clothes, the black lace matching that of the choker I just tied on while the cobalt matched his siphons. He growled from deep within his chest, flipping me onto the bed so he could quickly remove my pants.

Standing at the edge of the bed, he silently looked me over, noting every dip and curve of my body. Before I could begin to feel self-conscious given how long he stared at me, shadows began trailing up my body, starting at my ankles and moving upwards. I shivered at the sensation before realizing some of the shadows remained at my ankles, and the rest moved up to my wrists. Spreading my legs and pinning my hands above my head, I began panting as I watched him slowly sink to his knees. Ever so gently, his fingers traced shapes along my thighs, causing my muscles to tense at the feeling. He began kissing a trail from the inside of my knee upwards and I gasped at the feeling of him sinking his teeth into my upper thigh.

“So beautiful. So unbelievably beautiful.” He recreated the path he took on one leg on the other, ending by sinking his teeth into my other thigh and I moaned. With his mouth still attached to my leg, I felt him smirk. “Did you like that, bunny?” His teeth grazed my skin, causing a smaller moan to escape. “Do you like knowing that I’m marking you, making it clear to every other male in existence that you are mine and mine alone?” I closed my eyes at his words, my panting growing. The shadows tightened their grip on me, causing me to look down at him between my thighs. He had an eyebrow raised. “I asked you a question, bunny.” I moaned at his tone, getting the sense that I won’t survive a night with him, but finding I didn’t really care.

“I love knowing that when the world looks at me, all they’ll see is proof that I belong to you.” When did my voice get so breathy? He groaned at my response, placing gentle kisses around the marks he’s left.

“Will you be a good girl and let me finish opening the rest of my present?” His nose gently grazed where I needed him most, and I clenched around nothing.

“Please,” I gasped as his nose continuously brushed over my clit. “Please unwrap the rest of your gift. It’s just for you, only you.” His hands moved from my thighs to my waist, gently grazing over the lace. I bit my lip as his hands continued to wander.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart.” As I met his gaze, his hands made quick work of tearing the fabric apart. I arched my back against the sensation, and he groaned at my newly unveiled skin. He quickly put his mouth on my hips, alternating between kisses and nibbles as he removed the remaining fabric from my body. “So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he murmured between kisses. He moved from one hip bone to the other, lips gently trailing against my lower stomach at the movement, and I tensed as his chin grazed the top of my mound in the process.

I began squirming under his teasing mouth. I pushed against the restraining shadows, wanting nothing more than to guide his head where I so desperately need him. “Please, Az. I promise you can tease me another time, I swear it, but I need you – “ I was cutoff by a gasp as his tongue swiped up along my slit, circling my clit ever so gently. “Thank you, thank you, thank you…” I raised my hips as high as they could go out of instinct, and his hands pushed them back down and kept a hold on them to pin me further into place.

“Such good manners, bunny. And you best believe I’m going to take you up on that promise later.” Before I could respond, he pressed forward to continue licking up my folds, groaning at the taste. All teasing was gone as he licked, sucked, and flicked around my cunt like I was the offered meal and not his earlier dinner. I felt myself beginning to clench and as if he felt it as well, he pushed one finger inside me, and I let out a low string of moans at the sensation. I continued to try to buck my hips against him, wanting him to somehow be even closer to me. He added a second finger, stretching me more than my own fingers ever could and I cried out. With each pulse of his finger and each flick of his tongue, I felt myself coming closer and closer to a release, and I just knew it would be one to break me.

“Az, please, I’m so close,” I whispered. He let the shadows around my wrists go, and my hands immediately found purchase in his hair. I pulled onto his hair and his groans caused enough vibrations to finally push me over the edge. My legs tried to close around his head, and I instead used my hands to hold him against me as I screamed out his name. I felt like I could float away, but his small kitten licks to my clit jolted me back into the moment. I tried to push him away, but only managed to redirect him back to my thighs, where he continued to kiss and nibble the skin while I continued to come back down to earth.

I glanced down to see he was watching me, cheeks flushed as he spread some of my wetness across my thighs with his kisses. “You are absolutely divine, Y/N. Everything I’ve ever dreamed of? You shattered them by being infinitely better. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” Remembering how he seems to like it when I pull his hair, I tugged it slightly and smirked when a groan escaped his lips.

“Good thing I’m here for the taking, Shadowsinger.” I watched his eyes flare, and the shadows quickly came back to pin my arms back to where they were before. He stood and stepped back, looking over me with a glint in his eye. With a nod of his head, a small shadow broke away from the large one holding an arm in place, and moved to rubbing ghostly circles over my clit. I gasped, arching my back in surprise, and trying to keep my eyes open on my devilish mate.

“Cauldron, you’re so perfect. Knowing to keep your eyes open without me needing to ask again. Such a good bunny.” I moaned at his words paired with the shadow toying with me. Almost as if in reward, he began stripping himself of his own clothes, quickly removing his shirt and undoing the laces on his trousers. He had been in casual clothes today, no need for Illyrian leathers, so the removal of his clothes was swift.

My gaze darkened as I looked over his strong frame, feeling an intense urge to kiss every scar that littered his body, but feeling an ever stronger urge to wrap my lips around his lengthy cock. As if reading my thoughts, I watched him twitch and I groaned at the thought of it laying heavy on my tongue. I licked my lips, bringing my gaze back to his face. He walked towards me slowly, almost as if a predator. “Never stop looking at me like that, bunny.”

“Like what?” He pressed a knee on the bed beside me.

“Like you want to completely devour me.” He moved me higher up on the bed so that my legs weren’t dangling over the side of it, and the shadows locked my limbs back in place. I whimpered as his fingers traced the upper part of my body, every part of me he has yet to explore. While he briefly teased the sides of my torso, his hands quickly moved to my breasts, where he flicked, pinched and soothed my nipples. I cried out in pleasure, only being quieted when his own mouth slotted over mine. I tasted myself on his lips, and my hips jerked in response.

As his tongue explored my mouth, he placed a knee between my legs, and I immediately began rutting against him. He chuckled, though that turned into a groan when I bit his lower lip. He moved his lips along my jaw and neck, biting and marking every bit of available skin as if he were trying to brand me with his own version of a choker necklace. He flexed his thigh against my rutting and I cried out his name.

“Please, Az. I need you.” He looked into my eyes before releasing all of the shadows holding me down. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to bring him closer to me while I let my fingers trace the muscles of his arms that were holding him above me. “I need my mate inside of me.” He kissed me again, almost frenzied, as he moved my legs up to push them between our chests. I shivered as I felt him line himself up with my entrance, and we both groaned at the feeling of him slowly sinking into me.

Each time I tightened around him, he groaned into my neck, tightening his hold along my thighs. I was certain I’d have Azriel-shaped handprints there in the morning, and I clenched at the thought. “Y/N, you’re killing me here. Cauldron, you’re so tight, you’re so perfect. Let me fill you up, yeah? Please?” I moved my hands to his hips and pulled him the rest of the way in. He bit into the junction of my neck and shoulder as he adjusted and I continued clenching around him at the sensation of him finally being inside me.

“So full. Gods, you make me so full Az.” He pulled back from my neck to look at me. He kept one hand braced by my head, but his other pulled back to trace the patterns of the lace of the necklace.

“You’ll let me know if anything is too much, right?” I nodded, not fully processing what he was saying as his hips began making small circular movements while he was still fully seated inside me. “That’s my good girl.” Next thing I know, his hand circles around my throat, gently tightening around it. He didn’t completely cutoff my airway, but it was just tight enough to prove he’s in control of how much air I get and when. He began thrusting his hips in time with tightening his hand, and almost immediately, my eyes rolled to the back of my head at the sensation.

I moved my hands to his back, nails scratching at the skin just beneath his wings while he rocked into me. His grip at my neck tightened slightly when I brushed the base of his wings, but loosened his grip completely as I continued to stroke the sensitive joint. He groaned as he dropped his head into the crook of my neck, slamming harder into me with each pass of my finger along his wings. “Fuck, don’t stop doing that.” Almost as if he wants me to understand what he’s feeling, he moved the hand that was around my neck to my clit, mimicking my same movements along his wings. I cried out and arched my back, tightening around him as his actions immediately brought on another climax. “Yes, Y/N, fuck you’re taking me so well, such a good girl,” he continued to mutter into my ear, and his words only encouraged my orgasm to either extend into one long one, or caused me to dive straight into another.

Tears started to form at the intensity of everything I was feeling, and as he reached his own climax, I truly felt the bond in my chest. Open to everything we were feeling, I felt his pleasure, gratitude, love, and so much more for me as he groaned, indicating he was feeling what I was in the moment.

Not wanting to collapse on top of me, I felt him bring his wings in before rolling us so that I laid on top of him. I rested my head on his chest, hearing and feeling his beating heart, as we each took a moment to catch our breath. He was still inside me, and the feeling made me twitch a little, causing him to groan and tighten his grip on my hips, almost as if in warning. I giggled at his reaction, choosing to gently kiss every bit of his chest I could reach while lying here. His arms wrapped around my waist completely like a hug, and I lifted my head so I could look at him. Resting my chin on my stacked hands, I smiled at him.

“Hi.” He smiled back, his skin still flushed and eyes half-lidded. If I had Feyre’s ability to paint, I would paint this moment in a heartbeat, never wanting to forget the look of utter happiness and calm on his features.

“Hello there.” I moved one of my hands to trace his face, and he turned his head slightly to kiss my palm. That small little action had my heart beating all over again, and if sensing it, he sent me a wolfish grin. I laughed fully at him, and he joined in with a chuckle. I leaned forward to softly claim his lips with my own, smiles still in place for both of us.

“You’re incredible.”

“I love you.”

We spoke at the same time, but he pulled back, eyes wide as he looked over me. I kept my small smile in place, knowing he’s trying to look for any semblance of doubt or uncertainty. I felt an odd tugging sensation in my chest, and realized it was coming from him, as if he were sorting through what I was feeling, so I pushed every bit of love and adoration I felt for him down the bond and I swear the male stopped breathing.

“Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.” My smile brightened, matching his own.

“I love you, Azriel.” His hands grabbed my face in order to pull me into a breathtaking kiss, where we continued to smile brightly, essentially making the kiss incredibly messy and almost certainly incredibly difficult.

“I love you. So much, Y/N. You’re my everything, my equal, my mate. My beautiful, wonderful mate who I will love and devote my entire being to for all of eternity.” To hide the fact that the bastard started to make me cry, I leaned forward to capture his lips in another kiss. Feeling his love paired with my own through the bond was almost overwhelming, until I began to feel a trickle of his lust feed down the bond. In response, I squeezed his still-hard cock that was still inside me, and he groaned. He planted his feet into the mattress, and I sat up to look over the most gorgeous male that I still cannot believe is mine for all time.

Once I was seated, he gave a quick thrust up into me. I placed my hands onto his shoulders for balance as he looked up to me with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Oh, bunny. I hope you’re ready for a long night.”

I began to move hips over him in small figure eight motions and he jerked up. “I believe I was promised to be fucked on every surface of this house, no?” He sat up as well, wings flaring out and I grinned at the sight.

“What my mate wants…” he trailed off so that he could continue nibbling along the marks he’s already made on my neck.

“My mate gets,” I finished for him. I laughed as I felt him winnow us somewhere else in the house, not even knowing where we’d end up, but finding that so long as I had him, I didn’t care.

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Won't you regret it?

Pairings: Yunho × y/n x Mingi

Genre/tags: arranged marriage, cheating

Warning: 🔞🔞🔞 cheating (dont ever do this guys), probably mention of food, alcohol & smoking, cursing, pet names, jealousy, smut/angst, kikk/fetish, semi public, fingering

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Words: 3.7k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: repost. There is a part 2 for this ♥️

Title is "I think... I love you"

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated 😊

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I just got married. Literally just yesterday and I can't fucking believe it.

I've always thought that I would never get married. Not that I don't want too. It's just no guy ever likes me to that extent. I am in my late 20s. Well actually going on thirty in a few months. But surprisingly, here I am.

I married this guy because I was told to. I had to. My parents sold me like a piece of meat in exchange of a deal for the business. Typical drama shit. Now, I am going to be stuck in an enormous house pretending to be happy even though I am even unsure how will this work.

As far as I know, based on the few months I have known him before marriage, I don't think we have anything in common. He is a few years younger than me, he works in corporate in their family business while I just do art for leisure and part time job as you may say coz I do sell most of my work. Next thing is, he's so fucking handsome. He is a great catch. Tall, handsome, smart, successful and seems kind. (Sexy also btw) On the other hand, I do look normal, not sophisticated nor a fashionista. I am also a bit curvey than what people nowadays say, the standard beauty. So... He is so out of my league.

I pity him. I know I am not happy about the marriage per say but he's on a great loss on it too. He is stuck with me. A boring, not smart, not feminine nor pretty looking enough.

Oh well. Goodluck to us.

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"What are you doing?"

I jump a little when I suddenly heard his voice, making me stop sketching on my pad. "Hmm?" I turn my face to look back at him where he's sitting. "What?"

"I said... what are you doing?" He stands up and makes his way to the balcony where I am sitting.

"I'm just... trying to..." I feel awkward explaining to him what I was doing.

I was just drawing yes. However, it's nothing special. I was just letting my hands move on its own as I am drowning in my thoughts about us, this marriage.

"Is that the church where we got married yesterday?" He asks as he sees my sketch pad.

"Yeah... it just came into my mind... while... I was thinking of anything to draw..." I shyly close it and hide it from him.

"You're mother told me... you love to draw and paint... and to see it in person... it's amazing." He says

I could feel his huge presence behind me. His aura feels different from the guy I married yesterday or even the guy I've been seeing the past few months for the preparation of our wedding. He sounds more soft spoken and warm. I thought he will be the strict kind or a cold hearted douche bag behind the curtain

"Thank you." I quietly answer

We're both silent for quite some time. It's not that we are that awkward but I guess both of us got mesmerized to see the beautiful sunset happening right in front of us. The sky sort of blends with the sea as the light reflect onto the water. It's out of this world!

"It's so beautiful..." I mumble as I let the crispy cool wind blew my hair off my shoulders.

"It's indeed beautiful..." he utters. He then move beside me, to sit down.

His eyes are sparkling. And a hint of smile spreads on his lips.

He really seem is a nice person. He is just unlucky he got married to me. A responsibility and a duty for his family.

"What time are we going to have sex?" I spat out

His head snaps back to look at me, stunned. "What?" And then after he processed what I just asked him, he snorts a laugh out "Right... you're mother also told me that you are a bit...straightforward."

"Sorry..." I look away. "I just.. you know..."

"And she said... you're cheeks get red when you are embrassed."

"Wow... You've talked to my mother quite a bit huh?"

"Well..." he stood up and goes behind me again. "When you were doing fittings... she made sure I was not bored waiting..."

My head follows him as he get in his position behind me. "She must've said a lot of embarassing things about me too...?"

He hums as he thinks. "Not much."then he starts to lean in a little bit, his hand goes sliding down on the both sides of the chair I am sitting on. "Just... a few funny moments when you were a baby..."

My heart is pounding off my chest. His face is just inches away from mine. His eyes are scanning me. Is he watching my reaction? What does he want?

"What are you doing?" I ask

"Nothing..." he answers softly. Almost a whisper. "I just...I..."

He is kissing me. He's fucking kissing me! Oh my goodness! Well yeah we did seal the wedding with a kiss but that was just a peck. This is our first damn kiss.

We continue to make out like it has been due but not gonna lie, him making me turn my head like this to face him is straining my neck. HOWEVER fuck that shit. He is kissing me so damn good!

He then pulls away from the kiss leaving me hanging and wanting more.

"Y/n..."

"Hmm?"

"Are you on birth control?"

"Yes..."

"Good."

I squeal as he carries me off the chair, dropping everything I'm holding.

He throws me onto the bed and starts to unbutton his shirt. "Since you asked about us having sex... I guess we could go straight into it?"

Climbing on top of me, shirtless, I am in awe how fucking fine this man is. Damn. I guess there is something good about this arrange marriage after all.

"Okay... game..." I answer, giddy.

I go ahead unhook my bra and throw it away whilst still wearing my fitted off shoulder top.

"Do you mind if I?" He point at my floral skirt

"Go ahead..." my voice is shaky

He goes down and personally takes off my skirt along with my panties.

"We'll take it slow... and..." he is so cautious talking to me all of a sudden. He must be nervous too.

"Where is the brave guy who carried and thrown me on the bed?" I tease, smiling.

He chuckles, "I am still here... just... controlling it in." He then kisses me on my cheek. "We are married... yes... and its our duty to fuck and what.. but... I still want to respect you... as a woman... and do this right..."

I put my arms around his nape. "You are doing good." I whisper.

He is massive. His length is lengthy. I am lost of words to explain it but he perfectly fits me. I think more than perfect actually. I could really feel him IN me. Full, warm, and pulsating.

"Y/n..." he cries my name as our hands linked together. "Y-you... ugh..." he is shaking and sweating like me.

"Are you trying to say... it feels good?" I kiss his cheek

"Fuck yes." He hiss.

He is sweating bullets. His eyes never left my face. He is really gazing at me, seeing me get wrecked by him. It's not weird. It's like he is admiring me also absorbing every moan that escapes my lips. If that makes sense.

We continued until both of us came and pass out from extreme adrenaline. We are exhausted but it was a blast.

"So, since I'm in birth control... we'll always do it raw?" I ask, still panting

He laughs again. He does enjoy it when I say random things and straight to the point.

"If that's what you want. But to be fair, I am okay using cond0ms."

"Okay."

***

A few months later, so far... I'm still married. Yey for arrange marriage. (Sarcastic)

Yes we started as strangers forced to be married and I thought we would be worst; fighting or being enemies like the ones I see in movies and drama but because of our one week honeymoon it shifted a little. We got to know each other a little and we talked about our bounderies. It was all good. It's like a good partnership but on a business level.

Anyways, yeah. It's all good. However, there's one thing missing in our deal lately. "Sex"

We did quiet a lot during our honeymoon. Like, a lot... a lot. I didn't even know I could do a marathon like that. And if I was not on birth control I swear I'm pregnant now. That's how much seeds I got from him.

However, after we got back from abroad Yunho became busy. His schedule is hectic and he is barely home or in the country. So we barely get the time to do it. We do a few make out sessions here and there but not on a regular basis. Their family business is on steroids like everyday is a peak season. I hate it but I can't complain about it.

I never dared to ask him for his time or even a date (not that I need a date but yeah). We just started to connect, to make this work but got drifted apart the second we got back. He became a stranger to me again. It's like meeting him for the first time every 3 to 4 days that he's back.

I want this to work. I need it to work. Because we will be together for a long time.

"Y/n!" my mother-in-law welcomes me to her home. "Thank you for visiting me..." she hugs me and pats my back. "So sad Yunho is out of town and can't come..."

"Yeah, he have been... busy." I agree, smiling.

"Come, I'll introduce you to my friends and their sons. They are Yunho's childhood friends."

"Oh..."

I follow her walk from the foyer, across the living room and out to the terrace and until we reach the gazebo where the three elegant ladies are waiting.

"Here she is." Mrs. Jeong says as we both arrive. "Isn't she lovely?"

All three ladies cheer as they see me. They complimented how I look and how I am the best wife for Yunho. I smile at each of their words but I don't know what they meant by best wife when I barely became a wife to him. He's not here.

"By the way, this is my son... Mingi." The lady with the bob hair cut says pointing to the tall guy, wearing a very loose and unbuttoned top, sitting on the fence. "Mingi! Stop smoking and come here." She calls

He jumps off the fence and put off his cigarette on the ashtray. "Mingi." He sturnly says. We both shake hands and nod at each other.

"And I'm San... and this is Yeosang." A man with broad shoulders on the other side introduces him and himself.

"Aren't they all charming." Mrs. Jeong says to me.

"They are." I smile and bow to all three

The catch up continued for quite sometime until it started to drizzle a little bit. It didn't bothered me but the ladies are not into it. They all cutely panicked and hurried their way back into the house.

I tell them that I will stay and just draw for a bit and I'm glad Mrs. Jeong allowed me. She is sweet and kind. She also supports my hobby.

I got into my zone sketching and trying to capture the beauty of the garden. I didn't even noticed that I've been drawing for more than an hour already.

"You paint to right?"

I raise my glance up and see Mingi, the guy with the deep ass voice earlier. He is smoking again.

"I do."

"Mrs. Jeong boasted about your works to my mother last week. She said... you are talented."

"She's kind. I'm just... alright." I go back to sketching whilst he makes his way closer to where I am sitting

"Do you paint people too?"

My hand stops. "People?"

"Yeah... I meant... portrait... not on people..."

I laugh at his panic reaction. "I know what you ment... why do you ask?"

"Could you paint one for me?" He blows a puff of smoke and then leans his back, crossing his legs. "Don't worry... I will pay."

"I'm not questioning if you will and can pay... but..."

"But what?"

"I don't paint... requests... for now..." I look away. "I'm trying to explore ideas... and learn more... for now... I only paint what I find beautiful...and interesting... the ones I am selling, those are old painting..."

"I see..." he flicks his cigarette on the ashtray.

"Yeah, sorry... Maybe you could find somebody else to paint your parents and--"

"Who said it's for my parents?"

I look at him, confused. "Then... who are you requesting for?"

He smirks, lightly bitting his lower lip. "Me."

"Oh."

"Will you still not paint me?"

"Ahm... sorry...but..."

"Why?" He raises a brow. "Don't you find me beautiful and... interesting?"

Fuck yeah he is beautiful. Sharp eyes and nose. Plump and rosey lips. And a nice built of body. He is huge but lean.

Yunho... my husband is leaner and taller.

"Do you really want me to do a painting of you or you are trying to mess with me?"

"Both." He's so honest. "So tell me, what can I do to peak your interest?"

Fuck. What's going on? Why is he coming at me like this? So bluntly, in broad daylight and in my husband's family home.

"Y/n..." Yunho then suddenly appears. He's still wearing his suit.

"Look who just arrived." Mingi smiled and stands up, welcoming his pal. "Fresh from the airport I pressume."

"Yeah..." both of them quickly hugs and do their handshake.

They have a friendship handshake. And this Mingi, is trying to suggest someting to me just a few seconds ago. What the fuck? Is he doing it on purpose? Is he testing me if I would cheat?

"Just met your wife..." Mingi says, "I'm asking for her to paint something for me... but she refuses."

Glad he didn't lie.

"All of a sudden? You want a painting?" Yunho asks

"Well... I just do." He shrugs his shoulder. "Plus... I want to be friends with your wife."

"Don't worry... he's an ass sometimes but most of the time he's good." Yunho says to me, smiling.

He talks to me like we've never been apart for more than a week. After not having one text nor a call from him. He's a great actor. (Why am I so irritated?)

"I just arrived and saw you two from afar so I said hi... I'll just go inside and meet mom and the rest." Yunho says

"Go ahead... and mingle with the mother earths... I'll stay here with your wife."

"Okay."

***

After the sun setting down, I grab my things and go inside where Yunho and the others were.

I cautiously emerge from the glass door from the terrace. "What happened to your skirt?"

I startle as I see Yunho. "Oh." I look down at my skirt and see the dark stains on it. "From my hand probably..." I show him my left hand that have charcoal color stains as well from me sketching.

He then comes closer and suddenly gives me a kiss on my temple. "I missed you." He mumbles under his breathe

I look up to my tall husband, "Missed me? But you never even texted me or called me this week." My brows are crunching and shows how irritated I am. We had a deal. We make efforts for this fixed marriage at least. "I texted you... multiple times asking you when will you come home... and to my surprise... you arrive today."

He snorts a smile. "Straightforward as ever." He tugs the loose strand of my hair behind my ear. "I was busy. That's all. I didn't even have time to text my mother too."

"So, every time you go abroad or out of town... should I expect cold treatment from you?"

"No..." he shakes his head, "No... it's just..."

"You told me to not ask anything about your work for your family's business... I get that. But atleast just let me know if I would sleep alone in the bed for one week. I have needs okay?"

He smiles again, "needs?" He repeats, sounding amused

"You know what I mean..." I roll my eyes and walk pass him but before I could totally leave the area he follows me and take my hand.

"Do you want to fuck later?" He blurts out, smiling

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Mingi is chuckling as he hear Yunho. "Buddy.... what a topic to hear."

"Go away, Mingi. This is a private matter."

(Part 2 of this, checked pinned post. 'I think... I love you')

Wearing a playful smile, Mingi raises his hands as gesture of surrender and says, "Fine. I'm going anyways... mom asked me to drive her home so... see you!"

"See you whenever." Yunho answer

"Nice meeting you, Mrs. Jeong." He says to me, winking.

I didn't answer him. I just bowed and looked away quickly. I don't want to react to him that much because.... well... earlier...

I don't know what fucking happened. But the next thing I know after Yunho left to go inside the house, Mingi and I argued. He kept on asking me to paint him which I kept saying no. I even asked him face to face why is he messing with me. I remembered walking away from him.

However he did follow me and well... it... went downhill after that.

Can you believe me when I say, I was hiding behind a big ass tree earlier? legs spread and being eaten by a wolf man named Mingi?

"F-fuck..." I breathe out, clutching onto my skirt for dear life. That's where I get the stain in my dress from my hand. "We... might... get... ahhhh... caught..." my eyes are leaking with tears. Even my voice and body is shaking. And I can't stop moaning. It's THAT GOOD.

I've been craving for sex or anything sensual from Yunho for the past days but since he's busy and away, I haven't had sex for quite some time and this... THIS cures the itch.

"Fuck! Mingi!" I grab him by his hair and pull him away.

He gets up and growls at me. "Do you really want me to stop, baby girl?"

I'm dying. I am aroused, needy and I fucking want more but "This is not right... I'm... I'm married..."

"So?" He smirks and then goes on to kneading my covered breasts. "You know you want it too." He bites onto my covered n!pple. "You are wet for me baby girl...you are turned on... by me..."

"I'm married... to your friend..." I'm still catching my breathe

"He does not have to know..." pushing my boob out of my bra and start sucking on it. I could feel his tongue circling over my tip.

What the fuck. This is wrong but why do my body react to it like it is the right thing to do?

"Don't you... want it...?" He's eyes are so alluring. "Me sucking you... whenever you want and need?"

His voice plus the way he speaks is so intoxicating. And the way he sucks my breast. Damn it! My breast is one of my thing when it comes to intimacy. I'm sensitive and in heaven when you play around it and I know my full breast give the other person pleasure as well.

"And this..." his long fingers goes back down to my core, teasing my already wet folds. "Can you feel how wet you are for me baby girl?"

"Ughhh..." I throw my head back.

"I can put one in and..." he slowly eases one digit in. "Do this..." he thrust his finger in me vigorously.

"Oh shit!" My mouth drops as he fucks me with it

He growls under his breathe, "You are tight... squeezing my finger. I could imagine how good it must feel if I put my c0ck in you."

"Here?!" I gasp

"No baby girl, don't worry. I won't do that..." he pulls his finger out of me and kisses my exposed breast, leaving a mark just right in my cleavage. "If we're going to fuck... I want you to feel safe and..." then he runs his tongue from my n!pple up to my collarbone. "to enjoy it as well. Remember, I am here to please you baby girl."

He thrust his fingers more. Faster. I am barely hanging on him. I could feel my nails digging onto his shoulder.

"A-ahh!" I throw my head and I could feel my hips moving along with his rythm. "I'm going to come..." I cry

"Come for me." He growls as he is inserting another digit. "Is this it?" He asks curving his fingers in me

"Holy shit!" I squeal as he hits it. He found my spot.

My mouth is open in O shape. I am barely breathing and barely holding it in. I want to fucking scream but we can't get caught.

"C'mon baby girl... let it out."

"Fuck!"

I came and collapsed on him. I can't fucking believe this! I am on high from the f!ngering he did that even though I knew this is not right, me dealing with him, but then again I said yes.

"Okay...fine." I breathe out. "I'll paint you..."

He pauses and a smile beams from his lips. He understood what I meant by that.

"You won't regret it." He lowers his head and continues to lick onto my sensitive tips

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