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multi-kpop-fanfics · 7 months

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Vodka Slime

pairing: alien!Seungcheol x fem!reader

genre: smut, mild comedy. minors dni.

warnings: monsterfucking, use of tentacles, dom!seungcheol, bratty reader, pussy slapping, bondage, implied size kink (reader is smaller than seungcheol), tummy bulge, squirting, masturbating, unprotected sex but reader is on the pill (pls stay safe), dirty talk, recording during sex (consensual but DON'T DO IT IRL), reader runs a nsfw twitter acc, alcohol consumption

word count: 2.7k

summary: picking up a hot guy from a bar to spend the night with was in your bucket list. him being an alien wasn't. not that you really complain.

Author's note: Spooky season is here and what better way to participate than a spooky smutty theme :) this was a request from Y anon!

p.s.: main inspiration for this fic was drawn by @meltwonu's Starlighter fic, it is a MUST read (like the rest of monster mash lmaooo)

taglist: @duhnova @smileysuh @gyuwoncheol (kindly suffer <3)

©multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translations allowed without permission.

You kinda wish you had stayed at home.

You thought it would be a good idea to dress up and go to a bar on your own to enjoy a cocktail, hoping for a stroke of luck - Alas, things don’t always go your way.

If you had stayed home, you would be in comfy clothes or maybe no clothes at all, thinking of which toy you want to fuck yourself with.

You let out a huff and you take your cocktail in your hand, opting for a ‘random walk’ around the bar (you just want to spot a single guy who wouldn’t mind to get laid tonight), but as soon as you turn around, you collide with a very firm body and your cocktail ends up splashing all over your top.

“Fuck!” You gasp when the ice cold beverage hits your skin, desperately looking for napkins to clean up the newly made mess.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that!” He apologizes profusely as he asks for napkins from the bartender. “Here, these should help somehow.” He passes you the napkins and you accept them with a grumble, trying your best to clean up yourself.

“Is there anything I can do to make it up to you, miss?”

“You can only-” you almost snap at him but your words die down in your throat when you raise your head and take a good look at the unknown man.

And all you see is the stroke of luck you were wishing for all night long.

Semi-pulled back white hair, slightly messed up from the wind outside, a tight fitted shirt accentuating his toned pecs and a jawline sharp enough to cut through your clothes.

“Well…” You put down the used napkins, “I wouldn’t mind a refill of that cocktail I was drinking.”

The unknown man flashes a rather adorable gummy smile and effortlessly takes a couple of bills out of his wallet.

“That, I can definitely do.”

"So, a college student. That's pretty cool."

You almost snort in your drink. "Oh yeah, it's so cool to stress over random classes because the professor happens to be a dickhead."

"Hey, don't downplay your achievements. It's not like everyone has the brains to attend college, you know." The man plays with the rim of his glass.

"It's actually funny how hard you're trying to get my attention, while you don't even know my name." You down your cocktail.

"And here I was wondering whether you'd bring it up or not." He chuckles.

"Well? Are you satisfied now, mister I don't know-what-your-name-is?"

"Seungcheol. Choi Seungcheol."

"What?"

"That's my name, doll."

"Oh." You gulp down. "That's a very nice name you have there."

“So I’ve been told before.”

“By other girls, I suppose?”

“I’m not obligated to share this information, doll.”

“Suit yourself then.” You shrug and open your purse, taking out a small folded mirror to check your makeup.

“I’m impressed.” Seungcheol licks the corner of his mouth, “It’s the first time someone isn’t giving their attention to me.”

“You either have a bloated ego or you’re a desperate attention whore. Or both, I guess.” You sigh.

“And you have a pretty foul mouth for such a pretty face.”

“Cliché.”

“Did it work?”

“I’m not obligated to share this information, mister Choi.” You mimic his attitude.

“Are you even willing to share something with me, other than a drink?” He huffs.

“To be completely honest, I was hoping to come here and snatch a cutie back home to have fun with, but things are looking kinda grim.”

Seungcheol flashes a wide smirk. “What a wonderful coincidence, for our goals to be aligned tonight.”

“You’re here to hit it off with someone too?”

“Yeah. And to be fair, you’re looking way too hot and way too lonely to not get laid tonight.”

“Are you suggesting I should fuck you, Seungcheol?”

“I was planning on using more subtle words but I suppose this is also a way to approach things.”

You take a few seconds to yourself, pondering about Seungcheol’s proposal.

Cons - he’s a complete stranger and could be a murderer.

Pros - he’s fucking hot and you could get new content for your account.

“I have one question.”

“Fire away, doll.”

“You’re not some kind of crazy ass murderer, right?”

Seungcheol snorts. “Murderer? Nope."

He brings himself closer to you. "But the crazy ass depends on the context."

"I think we both know the context." You lick your lips.

"Then I hope you're into crazy stuff, doll."

Boy, he's in for a treat.

"That's a nice setup you have here."

"Thanks." You smile and take off your shoes.

"Are you a streamer?"

"Hmm, not really."

"There's no shame in saying you're a camgirl." Seungcheol chuckles.

"I never said that and I definitely didn't try to hide it." You retort.

"Judging from the box of dildos being out in the open on your desk, I would agree to the latter."

"Do they make you feel uncomfortable, Seungcheol?"

"Not at all." He walks towards the desk and picks up a neon colored, tentacle shaped dildo. "Is this what you play with?"

You sit down on the bed and cross your legs sensually. "Got a problem with that?"

"Not really." Seungcheol drops the toy in the box. "It's a shame to play with fake stuff when you can have access to the real stuff."

You snort. "What, you're into that fake tentacles porn?"

He flashes a smirk and removes his jacket and t-shirt, you let out a whistle at the sight of his naked torso.

The excitement you had stored in your body evaporates within milliseconds when you see extra large sized tentacles coming out of Seungcheol's back, looming over him.

"Okay whoa, that is NOT what I was expecting!"

"I know it's shocking, but I have zero intention to hurt you-"

You crawl away from him. "Your little friends don't seem to share the sentiment!"

"I am the one who controls them, I can pull them back if you want me to."

"I- I just-"

"Look, I can just put my clothes back on and disappear from your apartment, like I never even existed in the first place."

"W-Wait! I, um-"

"Take your time, Y/N."

"Can you try not to put these things near my mouth please?"

"Since you asked so nicely, I have no choice but to comply."

Seungcheol crawls on the bed and cages you between his body and the mattress, peppering kisses across your jawline to make you feel more comfortable.

"Do you mind if I kiss you? I promise my lips are nothing like my tentacles."

"Oh my God, just shut up and kiss me!" You grab his face with your hands and smash your lips on his, slipping your tongue in his mouth, but it doesn't last for long, as he pulls away and pins your hands above your head.

"What got into you all of a sudden, doll?"

"Maybe I thought things over again and decided that fucking a hot guy with tentacles isn't a terrible idea."

"I thought you weren't into that thing?"

"Half of my porn content is with tentacle dildos, please get real."

Seungcheol scoffs. "You little brat."

He lifts himself off you and with a tilt of his head, his tentacles wrap around your torso and legs, restricting you midair.

"You fucker! This is foul play!" You yelp.

He leans back on the headrest of the bed, looking at you with hungry eyes. "Everything is fair in war, love and sex, doll. I’m just spicing up things a little."

Two more of his tentacles come up to your body, one ripping your top in half and the other flipping your skirt to reveal your bare pussy.

“Fuck you, I liked that top!”

“It was already ruined, sweetheart, don’t think too much of it. No underwear though? That's hot."

"It's called easy access, himbo."

Seungcheol clicks his tongue in annoyance and whips one of his tentacles over your pussy, making you whine.

"You're being a lil' smartass and it could get you in trouble, Y/N."

"Do your worst, Kraken."

The tentacle glides between your lips with the tip repeatedly nudging your clit when it suddenly whips your pussy again and you close your legs involuntarily.

"Ah ah ah, we're not having any of that."

The tentacles tighten around your legs and keep them wide open, while the third one keeps rubbing your pussy slowly enough for the suckers to tease your sensitive parts.

"Ah! Fuck!" You moan when the slimy object slaps your cunt over and over again, your juices starting to drip on your asscheeks and all over the sheets.

"Drenched already? I haven't even fucked you yet, doll." Seungcheol chuckles as he strokes his cock, his pants discarded a long time ago.

"It's all f-fun and games when you're the o-one sitting on the bed!" You whine in defeat.

Your lips fall open when after a particular harsh slap, the tentacle effortlessly pushes into your entrance, turning around and rubbing your walls in an excruciatingly slow manner.

"Oh…my God…Fuck, that feels so fucking good."

Seungcheol raises his eyebrow. "You feel a tad bit loose, sweetheart."

"And w-what about it?"

You nearly scream when another, thicker tentacle enters your pussy and thrusts harder than the other one. You feel your walls being stretched out, the foreign bodies in your hole proving to be bigger than the toys you use.

“Now it feels just right.” Seungcheol moans, as if it was his dick fucking you stupid. “Can’t wait to have you all wrapped around my cock, doll.”

“F-Fu- Cheol, I’m gonna cum!” You gasp when the tentacles pick up the pace and ram your cunt without mercy.

“Come on, doll, show me what this pussy is capable of.” Seungcheol grunts as he fists his cock harder to bring himself closer to his climax.

A sharp shriek erupts from your throat - you squirt all over your thighs and the slimy appendices, juices dripping down on the sheets and Seungcheol’s legs. His cock explodes all over his torso, streaks of thick white cum splashing on his skin.

The tentacles around your body relax just enough to let you plop down on the mattress, leaving your skin sticky and covered with a thin, slimy substance. He slowly retracts them altogether and they disappear from your field of view, as if they never existed in the first place.

“I can’t feel my legs.”

Seungcheol crawls on the mattress until he’s hovering above you. “That’s cute. But I’m afraid I’m not done with you yet, doll.”

Your eyes go wide when you notice the sheer size of his cock resting on top of your stomach and you’re pretty sure it’s way bigger than anything else you’ve taken before.

“There’s no fucking way that thing will fit in me!”

“That’s what you said about my tentacles, but you took them like a pro.”

“That’s different!” You protest.

“Different how?”

You purse your lips.

“Different how, Y/N?” Seungcheol slaps his cock between your legs and you whimper.

“It’s….so fucking big, Cheol….”

“Are you scared?”

“A little bit, yeah.”

“We can always take it slow, pretty girl. Are you on the pill?”

You nod your head slowly and hook your fingers around the elastic band of the skirt to take it off, but he stops you.

“The skirt stays on.”

“It could get in the way, though.”

“Pull it just enough to let your pussy show.”

“Wait, I’ve got an idea.” You say and point towards the video camera on the desk. “Can you grab it for me?”

“What do you have in mind, doll?”

“Since it might take some effort to make it fit…” You turn on the camera and hand it over to him, “Might as well show my followers how it’s done, right?”

Seungcheol flashes a dirty smirk before he points the camera to your pussy, his tip nudging your entrance. You wince a little when the bulbous head pushes into your hole, a strangled moan escaping from your mouth when you try to fit in more of his shaft.

“Easy now, I’m not going anywhere, doll.”

He swipes his free hand over his abs to pick up the cum that hasn’t dried yet and smears it all over his length, using it as lube.

“S-Stop teasing me…”

“‘M sorry doll, but I don't wanna rip your pretty pussy apart.”

“Fuck, I can take it, promise!” You arch your back and buck your hips in the air.

Seungcheol flattens his free hand over your stomach and pins you down. “You will take only what I wanna give you, sweetheart. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Your walls clench around his tip and he has the audacity to bring the camera closer to the spot you’re connected to each other, only to push his fat cock all the way to the base.

“Fuuuuuck, it’s huge…” Your eyes roll back and your pussy spasms like crazy, trying your best to accommodate his size.

“Good girl, I knew you’d take it all in.” Seungcheol rasps as he rubs his palm over the newly formed bulge in your tummy, “Such a tiny pussy yet you managed to fit all of it. I think you deserve a treat for this.”

His hand moves to your left hip and he starts thrusting inside you, setting a slow pace at first.

You moan loudly with each thrust he delivers and you slide one of your hands directly over the spot that bulges from his cock.

“Not so snarky now, are you?”

“M-More…”

“More what, doll? Use your big girl words.”

“M-More power, harder, please!” You beg between sobs.

“I was planning on dragging it out a bit more, but fuck, you’re gripping me like a vice and I can’t wait to blow my load in your pussy, doll.”

He pulls the camera a bit further away to get a full view of your and his lower half, ensuring none of your faces are visible in the video. He answers your pleas by fucking you harder and faster than his tentacles did and he can swear his sanity is starting to slip away.

“S-Shit, you’re- Fuck! It’s so good!” You scream and grip the sheets around you, your tits bouncing up and down.

“Mmmh, I’m about to cum, baby- Gonna take it all deep, will you?” Seungcheol moans above you, trying to keep the camera steady.

“Yes, yes yes, fuck me full with your load, daddy!” You cry out and your thighs shake as you cum around his cock, your wet walls rapidly clenching around his huge shaft.

“Fuuuck….” He delivers a few shallow thrusts before he buries himself to the hilt, blowing his thick load inside your pussy until a white ring of cum forms around his base. He doesn’t hesitate to take out his cock with an obscene pop and spurt the remnants of his orgasm over your pussy and your skirt.

“That…was fucking amazing.” Seungcheol taps his cock on your clit, chuckling when you bite your lips to suppress your moans.

“Close…the camera…” You mutter and he presses the button to stop the recording.

He puts the camera down and lays right next to you, ghosting his fingers over your abused cunt.

“So? Do you think it was a waste of time to bring me back home?”

You grip his wrist and bring his hand in front of your face, licking his digits clean.

“Only an idiot would consider you a waste of time, Cheol.”

“Does that mean you’re down to exchange numbers?”

“Are you not-so-subtly asking for another time?” You rake your pointer finger across his chest.

“Perhaps I am,” he confirms, “Not to mention that one time isn’t anywhere near enough to show you what I can truly do with my tentacles.”

“One question - Do your tentacles spit stuff like in hentai?”

Seungcheol snorts and erupts into a laughing fit, to the point of tears.

You slap his arm. “What’s so funny?! I’m serious!”

“I know! It was still funny,” he wipes his tears away, “But I can’t answer your question yet.”

“And why is that?”

He smirks again.

“That would just spoil the fun for next time, doll.”

#svthub #scoups smut #seungcheol smut #svt scoups #choi seungcheol #svt smut #seventeen smut #seventeen #tw alcohol #tw tentacles #tw monsterfucking

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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DAY THREE: Warm Food w/ Sick!Dean Winchester

a/n: Ah late late late, I know I know, but this whole flu business has been kicking my butt, but now I feel significantly better to start uploading again, even though they may come slowly still seeing as though my life never sleeps! Here's this hurt/comfort, sick!fic madness!

masterlist | comfortember masterlist | AO3

TAGLIST: @alina02 @louderfortheback

As bad as it sounds, one of Dean's many flaws is that he refuses to accept help or admit when there's something wrong with him, but it wouldn't take a genius to figure out that he was sick. Nose red with irritation and mucus, his forehead was scalding to the touch, his voice scratchy due to it's dryness.

At first, the man had insisted that he was fine, even though you had to put up with almost an hour of him sniffling before he had gotten up to finally blow his nose. You had tried to tell him that his beer wasn't very hydrating, but he didn't listen until he had ran to one of the many bathrooms in the bunker, inevitably throwing up his guts. You were with him every step of the way, rubbing his hunched over back as he dry heaved.

He leaned on you the whole way back to your shared room, gently setting him down on the bed as you undressed him. "I don't think I have enough energy for that tonight, sweetheart." He said teasingly. You shot him a glare as you tugged off his heavy boots. "Shut it, Dean." You said halfheartedly, worry twisting in your gut as you kept a close eye on him. "Baby, you don't gotta be worried, I'm fine." He then proceeded to cough into his elbow, the sound real nasty as you winced. "Just lay there Dean, I'll be back." He just grunted, rolling over onto his side. It was the first time that whole day that you hadn't heard any complaints come from him, that was what made you nervous.

You rushed to grab a bunch of medicine, most of the brands ranging from nightquil to ibuprofen. Gripping a Gatorade tightly, you hurried back to your room where you found him already passed out asleep. You shook him awake, handing him to gel capsules before handing him the electrolyte filled juice. He quickly fell asleep again all the while you snuck away to the bunkers kitchen where you proceeded to make chicken and rice soup, figuring it would be something easy on his stomach and it most definitely would help ease some of that nastiness in his throat.

You were satisfied with yourself to say the least, already feeling the '#1 Girlfriend' badge weaseling itself onto your night shirt. You had always enjoyed taking care of Dean whenever you could, but it was mostly when he allowed you to do so, sometimes even begrudgingly coming from his end. You were hoping he would be able to sleep for a little bit longer, but alas, you heard wretched coughs echo down the hallway, alerting you of his presence. You quickly scooped some of the food into a bowl, wetting a hand towel and throwing it over your shoulder. You didn't care that it soaked your shirt as you padded your way back to where your boyfriend laid.

"Deano," You called out softly. "I made you some food. It should help." He only groaned in retaliation, remaining unmoving. "Baby, please sit up for me." You pleaded. He easily obliged, letting out tiny sounds of discomfort as he manuvered on his achy muscles. "Thank you." You said in quiet satisfaction. He looked weak and tired, the lamp illuminating the side of his sullen looking face.

You brushed some sweat soaked hair off of his forehead and you gently held the bowl in your hands. You scooped some of the rice and broth onto the spoon, shoveling it into his mouth. He swallowed it, letting out what sounded like a sigh of relief as his body sunk against the headboard.

"Thank you, sweetheart."

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shibainu2006 · 1 year

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The angst that everyone wanted...

Honorable mentions

@killersweetie

@marcythehumble

@v-anrouge

@the-dumber-scaramouche

@merotwst

@eccedentesiast-sapphic

Author's note: I hope you all enjoy this and have your hearts wrenched... I cried while writing this... Y'ALL KNOW HE'S MY FAVORITE

Warning: Mentions of death

Our last goodbye...

Today was the day...

You weren't expecting time to fly by so quickly...

The two of you had your fun, but now it was time for the curtains to close.

The show was over. It was a peaceful end.

One that you weren't ready for...

After centuries of loss and betrayal, you finally got something good in your life...

After so long..

Now, he was leaving you..

You were knelt next to him on his death bed, tears welling up in your eyes.

He was old now.

His hair had turned gray, and his skin wasn't as smooth as it used to be, unlike you, who never aged...

A gentle hand reached your cheek, caressing it softly, and you leaned your face against his palm, resting your hand over his.

"Don't cry herbivore..."

That nickname... the one he called you ever since the day you met.

It almost hurt to hear it now.

"Smile for me... one last time before I go..." He pleaded, and you obliged, giving him your brightest smile through tears that fell uncontrollably.

He gave you a small grin, as the color receded from his face.

You watched helplessly as his eyelids fluttered shut and his hand went limp against your face.

He was gone now...

And all you could do was weep, holding his cold hand against yourself.

You wanted so badly to hear his voice... to see his smile, to be in his warmth once again...

But alas, he was no more. He was not of this world anymore.

.....

Days had passed, and you were given Leona's ashes and taken to the savanna to scatter them, therefore freeing his soul.

You weren't ready to let go yet, but you had to.

You hesitantly opened the urn, poured out his ashes, and let the wind do the rest.

He was free now.

You only traveled further into the peaceful grasslands, finding tall grass and lying in it.

Now curled on your side, you cried.

You cried until there were no tears left.

Until you were asleep...

There was a gentle breeze that felt so much like a kiss from Leona, and the grass covered you like a blanket.

It was almost as though he was holding you, just as he would when you napped together...

Your heart ached.

You missed him so much...

.....

By now, a century had passed, and you were on your last leg.

Your body had given, and you were all skin and bones.

You had not eaten that whole time, and nature had quite literally grown on you.

You took one final breath, and you too, were gone.

A gentle hand held yours, and when you looked to see who it was, you cried.

You cried tears of joy.

It was Leona in all his glory! He was young again...

Just how you remembered him..

"Miss me?" Leona chuckled, "Come on. Everyone is waiting for us."

The end~

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst mc #twisted wonderland mc #leona kingscholar #savanaclaw #leona x mc #leona kingscholar x mc #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader #twisted wonderland angst #angst #twst angst #leona angst #leona kingscholar angst

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brewed-pangolin · 1 year

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Fireside Whiskey

As per usual, I got carried away with this one.....

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish and Fem Reader

This is an angsty version of a drabble request @deadbranch sent in, which can be found here. This is my first time ever writing angst, so apologies if its not very good. Feedback is greatly appreciated, I'd like to get a better handle at this side of writing. Much love, and sorry for the feels.

18+ MDNI Angst into fluff. Some suggestive themes. Overwhelmed reader may be a bit triggering. And of course a touch of smut.

AN: I was going to keep this drabble pretty angsty, but the fluff took over. I don't even know if I like this, but here we are.

It was a stupid, fickle little thing. You hated everything about it. The attention, the gifts, the constant reminder of another year gone by. Everyone else wanted you to have fun, enjoy the time with friends and reminisce on the past 365 days. But you couldn’t care less. The barrage of acquaintances, people who only came out on certain occasions had you overstimulated and down right annoyed. All you wanted to do was get home and bathe yourself in complete solitariness. You had to make due, put on the happy face and deal with it, at least until everyone else had their fill. Once the alcohol took effect and inhibitions would begin to wane you would make your exit. Creep out the backdoor and disappear into beautiful loneliness.

The opportunity never presented itself, but you had to to get out. Blaming it on a headache, you thanked the hostess and the partygoers for a wonderful time and bid them all farewell, relieved to be out of the claustrophobic event. The drive home was quiet, albeit the balloons in the back of your car seemed to make a mockery of you. Blissfully floating on nothing without a care in the world. You longed for that. Wishing the worries of the world would be carried away like a breeze along a turbulent sea. Alas, there was no hope. Except for one.

He stayed home, giving you the space he thought you needed. That’s what he told you, but you could read between the lines. Hear the gears spinning inside his head, You told him not to fret over it,

“It's not that big of a deal John. You know I don’t care for birthdays and I don’t want you worrying about it. You’ve got enough on your mind already.”

You tried not to scold him, you know he always meant well. But the broken down look on his face made your heart ache.

“I know lass, but it’s important t’me. Ya e’erythin t’me, y’know.”

John was quiet, somber. His voice barely audible above the bustling city outside. If you stayed any longer you’d only get mad, and John didn’t deserve your anger. You’d save that for the world that took him away from you for months at a time.

“I’ve gotta go, I’m gonna be late.”

And with that you were out the door. Slamming it shut, the reverberations cascading through the wooden frame and deep into the marrow of your bones.

Your mind was awash in emotion and endless thoughts. Like the steady stream of lights going by they were merely a glimpse of the past year, yet held so much memory and feeling you felt overwhelmed by it all. You wanted to escape, be rid of it all even for just one night. You wanted to feel nothing and everything all at once. Your tormented mind stewed within its confines, the brewed concoction sifting through the walls of your veins and bleeding out through your pores and into the void. An all consuming aura wrapped around you like a vice, tightening its grip with every breath. Your body trembled, knuckles white on the steering wheel and skin so taut you thought you would tear at the seams. Only one stoplight left, then home. Away from it all, closed off to the world and shed the societal skin you were always obliged to wear.

The light was still on in your dining room as you pulled into your driveway. No doubt John was going to wait up for you. The ever gentleman he was, molded from years of military training and discipline. You decided to leave the pesky balloons in your car, let them deflate and succumb to the world around them. And you didn’t want to bring anything else into the sanctity of your home. You had left in a strained state, and it would behoove you to leave it all outside the door.

As you opened the door you were met with the soft smell of lavender and jasmine, its scent flowing over you like fog over a gentle shore. It quelled the knot inside you, its grip loosening with every breath and beat of your overburdened heart. He remembered. Of course he did. Lavender to help relax, jasmine to clear your mind. The thought of it made your skin blush. A warm tingle caressing over the delicate hairs of your body. You let it envelope you, allow it to absorb your worries and take them out to the wayside. Gently you closed the door and as you turned you saw him, your John, sitting at the head of your dining room table.

“Hiya, bonnie.”

The past was forgotten; he was never one to dwell over anything that couldn’t be fixed over a simple conversation. You smiled at him, the warm ambience of your home doing its job perfectly, ridding you of the cold woes you had left outside your door.

“Hey, Johnny.”

Quiet, soft, barely above a whisper. But to his ears they were a beacon. That was his cue. Not John, not Soap. Johnny.

As he rose from the chair your heart began to race, not from worry or misconception. But from love. In its most purest of forms.

“I know y’didn’t want nothin’, but I had already gotten t’candles. Thought this might be t’best time for ‘em. Help ya relax a bit, yeah.”

In your previous state you would have taken offense to it; emotions blinding the context of what he implied. Johnny wasn’t being facetious, he was being genuine. He knew you would want to come home to warmth and simplicity. As he closed the gap between you, his arms stretched out and you caught a glimpse of the small ornate box in the palm of his hand.

“Soap MacTavish, that better not be what I think it is.”

Your playful quip had an edge of potency to it, but it only elicited a curling smirk to the face of your loving Scot.

“I ain’t gettin’ down on one knee, lass. If that’s what’yer implyin.”

His features were soft; eyes like cerulean pools that you would happily drown yourself in, and lips so subtle you could almost feel them on your own.

You placed one hand underneath his and let the other remove the top of the box, the small golden circular top inside glistened within the dim lights of your living room. Delicately you wrapped your fingers around it and brought it into view, and the sight of it made your heart jump. Fireside Whiskey. A candle, his candle. The same one you bought for him on your first date. The same one he brought with him on all his missions. That same one you knew he pleasured himself to as he thought of you half a world away. You never told him it was your favorite, you had given it to him as a gift and left it at that. You treasured the occasional waft of it when he returned from his missions, mixing with the scent of sweat and sand into a hypnotic-like aroma. But this was wholly different.

“Need ta make some new memories wi’this bonnie. An’I know ya taken a shine to it. Ya like to linger aroun’ me a bit more when I let it burn before I see ya.”

No wonder he was a sniper, absolutely nothing got past him. You thought you were coy but he picked it up right from the beginning. Smart bastard.

Removing its golden top you brought it up to your nose and inhaled its sweet sultry scent. You closed your eyes, the smell of it traveled straight to your core and the thought of Johnny working himself to it played within the dark recesses of your mind. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips, the feel of Johnny’s arm around your waist flashing your eyes open and away from the blissful sight you had created.

“Johnny..” you cooed as your body became flush with his, pressing his hand into the small of your back and making it apparently aware of the hardening erection buried within his pants. Johnny’s lips went straight to the curve of your neck, tasting your sweet flesh like a man starved for an eternity.

“That’s it bonnie, gonnae be s’good t’ya tonight. Make ya forget bout all’hat. Make ya cum s’good.”

You loved it when he babbled, so lost in the moment he couldn’t contain himself. You placed the candle on the table and brought your hands to cup the frame of his skull, fingers running through the pronounced mohawk atop his head. Your body melded with his, intertwined as his hands traversed over the flesh of your back and hips. You reveled in it, this was the everything you wanted to feel. Him. All of him.

“Take me to bed, Johnny.”

Without any hesitation his arms wrapped your waist and hoisted you up level with his hips, a playful scream escaping your lips at the sudden rigid movement. As he began to walk down the hall to your shared room you pointed back to the table in your living room.

“The candle Johnny, you forgot the candle.”

You couldn’t hide the giggle in your voice, especially as he swung you around like you weighed nothing at all.

“Ah shit, that’s t’whole fuckin point t’this.”

Quickly Johnny backtracked and grabbed the candle, putting it gently into your hands.

“Happy birthday, bonnie.”

Taking it from him you couldn’t help but crash your lips into his, letting his mouth devour you. Promptly you gave his tongue permission; he tasted sweet like cinnamon, smoke, and…whiskey. You wrapped your arms around his neck, basking in the everything that Johnny was giving you. The world disappeared, closed off, alone. Just the way you wanted it to be. It was going to be a very happy birthday indeed.

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bookish-whore · 1 year

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❤️✨V-Day Headcanons✨❤️

A/N: To close out the night we have our most handsome high lord, our night triumphant, death incarnate himself and I am unwell bc all I want is them but alas here I lay illyrian-less. anyways happy valentines day everyone you are all deserving of all the love and I hope this managed to brighten your day. ❤️

Rhysand

I am of the belief that words of affirmation and acts of service are his love languages (words especially after UTM because of his trauma)

He has been planning this day for weeks (probably months tbh) because everything needs to be perfect.

He would absolutely do something completely over the top and outrageous like fill your entire home with flowers from all over the city (like Schmidt from new girl style but on steroids) like I'm talking thousands of flowers, buys out all the vendors in Velaris

He would wake you up with oral sex, it's his favorite he absolutely loves pleasing you and hearing all the little moans and sounds you make

He is all about the pampering, he's running you a bath and washing your hair, and sending you out to do menial errands like getting your hair and nails done while he works on setting up for the night.

He just doesn't want you around to tell him that all the fuss isn't necessary because for you it absolutely is. he would tear down this world and the next just to see you smile and he wants you to feel like the goddess he thinks you are.

He has acquired a private chef, and a private string quartet because he wants tonight to be all about just you two, no one else

You come home and he immediately blindfolds you leading you to a room where he has prepared everything (the twins are already waiting to help you dress)

"Darling you didn't have to do all of this" you say tears lining your eyes because you know he has done something elaborate and you can't fathom anyone loving you that much.

"For you? of course I did" he says "I'll see you soon"

you grab a hold of his hand before he can leave.

"I love you" you say kissing him, its a deep kiss full of longing and passion

you make your way down the staircase in the elegant ballgown you had for the evening to find the room full of flowers and only illuminated by the hundreds of candles

you are completely taken aback by the display, your heart swelling at the thought of how long it took to plan this.

He leads you to your intimate dinner setting and you enjoy the best meal you've ever eaten.

You make your way to dance, his steady footsteps and sure footing gliding you across the ballroom.

"Rhys- you didn't have to do all this you know. I love that you did and I feel so loved and understood but darling we have a lifetime of celebrations like this" you say softly into his chest

"I know we have a lifetime to spend together, but all that means is I have a lifetime to prove to you every day that my love for you has no limits" he says twirling you around before capturing you back in his arms

You walk the grounds of your home, talking about your future and just enjoying your time together

you make your way upstairs to your shared room and he helps you undress (he does so ever so slowly)

His hands are simply roaming your body, no destination in mind just intuitively building the tension between you.

He is usually down for some steamy kinky sex but tonight he really wants to take it slow and worship your body

He takes his time, building up your need until your practically crying for him. "Please Rhys- I-I need you" you beg

He obliges (probably giving you the best orgasm of your life)

After, you tuck yourself into his side, holding him close as you drift off to sleep "thank you for today my love. it was better than I could have even imagined"

he smiles holding you close as he presses a kiss to your forehead "anything for you darling."

(screaming, crying, and throwing up bc I want this so badly.)

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emepe · 2 years

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— Pairing: Jean x Reader, established relationship, no body descriptions for Reader

— General info: modern AU, one-shot, fluff

— Summary: Nothing compares to the feel of being in his arms, the simplicity of holding each other close is enough to bring relief to your hearts.

ooo tooth rotting fluff pls lmaoo readerxjean or eren (your choice) reader surprises him with a relaxing bath after he had a hard and exhausting week at work! and him being so surprised and so filled with love and gratitude he almost cries omg and then he asks reader to join just to hold them close :( they spend a while in there just holding each other and whispering sweet nothing to each other because LOVE !!!

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— Notes: A special thank you to the person who sent this prompt to me through my poll from December! It’s really cute, I hope you enjoy it, wherever you are :) Tagged a couple of people I feel always appreciate a Jean piece but feel free to ignore me lol.

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It’s been a long week for Jean.

He knows that, and you know that, but he has no idea you know.

Jean always hopes you never get a clue of how stressed he’s been feeling because of work. It’s a pretty annoying trait of his, to worry too much about worrying you, when he’s already got so much on his plate. After all, isn’t it a part of your job as his significant other to act as a safe haven? Listen to anything that plagues his mind and help ease the weight of his troubles?

Alas, he’s stubborn. And you always feel obligated to pretend not to notice the tension in his shoulders that doesn’t ease even after he’s home or the way he’s been grinding his teeth in his sleep for the past two nights.

Instead, you try your best to alleviate him in other ways and sneakily pamper him. Like cooking his favorite food for dinner, faking shoulder pain so he can go over to you and massage them — that way, he can’t object when you offer to return the favor, because it’s only fair — or purposely waiting to begin your skincare routine until after he’s washed up too, so that you can get him to relax with a refreshing cucumber sheet mask smoothed across his face.

Tonight’s tactic is a bath.

You’ve gone all out.

You pour the vanilla scented bubble bath as warm water fills the tub, light candles and let them illuminate the room, set a speaker on the floor beside the door to play soft, mellow music, and leave his recently washed bathrobe neatly folded on top of the sink counter for when he’s ready to come out. You place a small bottle of body oil beside the tub, which you plan to use to massage him as his limbs relax in the water.

It’s a little obvious what you’re trying to do, but it’s also very much needed, so you really don’t care.

Just as the suds begin to inch dangerously close to the brim of the bathtub and you decide to shut off the water, the sound of the front door closing reaches your ears.

He’s home.

You step out to meet him in the foyer, where he’s already left his keys on the small dish atop the shelf beside the door and is loosening his tie.

His eyes are tired, hair mussed, and shoulders heavy. But when he catches a glimpse of your form coming to greet him, his irises light up and shimmer as he strides over and engulfs you in a warm hug.

“Hey,” you giggle softly as he presses a gentle kiss into your hair. “Rough day at work?”

“Nah, I just missed you,” he says while burying his face into the crook of your neck and placing one more peck on the soft skin.

“Did you now?” you tease as you pull back just enough to see his face and finish taking off his tie for him.

A lazy grin stretches over his features as he nods and you mirror the expression while you begin to waddle backward, tugging him along down the hall in direction of the bathroom.

“I did, I really did,” he says, not really understanding where you’re taking him yet, but not protesting either as he keeps his body latched to yours. When you stop in front of the bathroom, he takes one look at the door and furrows his brow.

“What are we doing in front of the bathroom?” he asks, his face painted with amused confusion.

“Well, you always take a shower before eating dinner, I’m just dropping you off,” you explain nonchalantly, even shrugging your shoulders to play things off cooly.

He laughs, though his eyebrows still give way to his confusion.

A hint of suspicion courses through him as he pushes the door open, and it’s not until his curious eyes peel off your dramatically casual expression and turn to what’s awaiting him on the other side of the bathroom threshold, that he realizes what you’ve been up to.

His honey-like eyes widen at the view and his senses instantly relax under the soft glow of the candles, the sweet vanilla scent, and the soothing melody coming from the speaker on the floor.

He spins back to look at you, his features softened and his eyes glassy though that might be an illusion provided by the flickering yellow and orange hues from the lit candles.

“You did all this?”

You shrug as you bashfully chew on the inside of your cheek.

“You’ve been really stressed lately, I figured a bath wouldn’t hurt to help you relax.”

He chokes out an incredulous laugh.

“Wow. I mean, I’m grateful but how did you—”

“Jean, are you forgetting we sleep in the same bed every night? You’ve been grinding your teeth next to my ear,” you explain, lifting an accusatory eyebrow at him. You watch in amusement as the tips of his ears redden. “You’re lucky you’re cute, or that would’ve been a major dealbreaker to our little roommate arrangement we’ve got going on here,” you add jokingly.

He doesn’t give you a verbal answer but the warm glimmer in his eyes and the faint smile gracing his lips is enough for you to tell he’s grateful.

“Come on, Jean-boy, strip,” you say teasingly, bashfully disconnecting from his gaze as you feel your face begin to heat up.

Your fingers carefully work their way down each of the buttons of his shirt and slide the garment off his shoulders as he rids himself of his bottoms.

The water ripples as he steps into the tub and sinks his body under the layer of vanilla-scented bubbles while you step behind him and grab the body oil.

He stiffens when your oil-lathered hands connect with his shoulders, though they relax as soon as your thumbs start to press into the sore muscles and you dip down to place a kiss on his neck. The act brings a smile to his face.

“You’re amazing for this, you know that?” he sighs, allowing his head to fall back and closing his eyes to heighten the sensation of your gentle hands relieving the weight he’s been carrying for the past few days.

“I know,” you reply, satisfied by his peaceful expression.

Confusion contorts your features when his hand reaches out from under the soapy water and it lands around your wrist, silently putting a stop to your ministrations. But he opens up his eyes and only smiles.

“You okay?” you ask.

“Get in here with me,” he says.

Your cheeks flare with heat at the offer, because how can you ever say no to him? But this was all for him to enjoy.

All you receive in response when you tell him that is an echo of the same request, along with “I want to hold you”. And who are you to do anything other than comply?

Your clothes are left in a heap on the floor on top of his.

A bit of water splashes onto the tiled floor as you step into the tub and settle down facing him with your back against the opposite side of the tub.

“Happy?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow.

He pouts and shakes his head, motioning you to come closer and making you shriek in slight surprise when he pulls you down by the waist and presses your body against his chest while peppering your face with kisses.

Your laughter bubbles into the vanilla air, carrying along with the suds that stray floating from the tub to the floor as your playful bodies make waves in the water.

When your giggles no longer echo over the soft music playing in the background, all trace that’s left of your voices consist of sweet praises and declarations whispered to each other as the night falls outside the bathroom window and the candles slowly waste away to nothing.

The evening ticks away as Jean’s strong arms keep you as close as humanly possible, your left shoulder tucked under his chin, his heartbeat pounding against your bare back, his lips hovering next to your ear — thanking you, praising you, and telling you how soft and warm you feel under his touch in between kisses.

You can feel your fingers pruning up under the water, but it’s an insignificant price to pay compared to the happiness that fills your entire being as you listen to your lover hum fragments of the songs that serve as your night’s soundtrack, and you inch toward that part in a long conversation where you begin to reminisce about how you met, who caught feelings first, the time he blurted out he loved you for the first time during your first fight, and the day you shocked him by asking him to move in together in a manner so casual one would think you were just asking him to pick between Chinese food and pizza.

After a moment of easy, comfortable silence during which you were already tiptoeing the edge of a tranquil slumber under the sputtered glow of the candles, he murmurs your name.

“Hm?”

He chuckles.

“Falling asleep already?” he teases. “I thought this whole thing was supposed to be for me.”

“Mhmm.”

“Wanna rinse off and get to bed, then?” he laughs.

In your sleepy daze, you shake your head, bottom lip stuck in a pout as you turn your body over slightly so you can curl up against his chest and rest an arm over his shoulder.

“Just a little longer. I like it here.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh.”

Amused air blows through his nose as he looks down at your half-sleeping figure. He rests his chin on the crown of your head and murmurs, “I like it here, too.”

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diaryofabeautyfiend · 2 years

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Tragic Kingdom part 2

18+ 🌶🌶

All night Loki laid awake mulling over your brief but painful conversation. He couldn’t think of you as a sexual being. That’s the only way he could stop himself from doing something that would ruin your relationship. That’s not to say he didn’t notice when you started taking on a more feminine shape. He definitely let his gaze linger over the swell of your breasts on more than one occasion. But his jealousy began to gnaw at him.

He let his mind wander thinking about what you might be doing. Was he gentle with you? Would he take his time? Would you melt in his arms like you did on the dance floor? He tried to force himself to sleep. To push the thoughts out of his head. He would drive himself mad if he didn’t stop thinking of you. Finally his body was too exhausted to stay awake. He dreamt of you in the throes of passion but it was he who made you cry out. It was as if his brain was issuing a challenge. Now you were the only person who would occupy his thoughts. He had to have you to satisfy his curiosity.

The next morning Loki set out to find you but not before seeking out Elanora first. She was enjoying breakfast with her friends when he tracked her down. “Girls! You all look ravishing this morning. Had a good time last night?” He could sense Eleanora's ire as soon as he mentioned the feast.

“Not as much fun as Lady Y/N and Fandral had. He was seen sneaking out of her room this morning.” She huffed when Loki laughed.

“Oh my. Wasn’t he your intended?” Loki knew exactly what he was doing.

“Was and is, your Highness. We have been betrothed since birth.”

“Then what, pray tell, was he doing in her chambers I wonder? It would be a shame if Fandral was to be reminded of his obligations.” With that he was up from the table to let the seeds he planted blossom into a full blown scandal. He could not have been more pleased with himself.

You were in with your mother and Frigga working on a spell. “Good morning, ladies.” He beamed until he saw your face. You were positively glowing. The nerve of you.

“Good morning, dear. Come see what y/n has concocted. She’s perfected Astrid’s healing elixir. It will treat your wounds twice as fast.” Frigga flashed a knowing smile at you and Astrid. “I suspect this has something to do with her new dance partner. This will ensure he always comes back safely” Your face snapped into abject terror when she mentioned Fandral. Your eyes were fixed on Loki who was smiling which could never be a good omen.

“Allmother, my apologies but Fandral and I are only friends.”

“No need to be coy, girl. Tell us. How was it?”

You dared not look up from your workspace. You could feel Loki’s eyes on you. “How was what?”

“I’ve heard that Fandral is an excellent dancer.” Your mother chimed in. She and Frigga giggled like school girls. You were mortified.

“He is quite graceful with his sword.” They laughed harder and you just couldn’t take it anymore. You closed your eyes trying to drown them out. The sound of glass breaking broke you out of your trance. When you turned around Loki was staring at his hand that was dripping with fresh blood.

“How ever did that happen?“ Frigga grabbed a cloth to put pressure on his wound. In the commotion you slipped out and vanished yourself so you could make it to the library without notice. You hid deep in the stacks praying Loki would not follow but, alas, your prayers fell on deaf ears.

“Your elixir worked.” He held up his hand showing only a trace of a pink scar on his palm.

“So it did. But then I never doubted myself.”

He sat behind you in the large tufted chair as he had done so many times. This time felt different. His movements were predatory. You tried to scoot away but he snaked an arm around your waist and drew you closer. He pressed his nose in your hair and inhaled. “You smell different.”

“How do I smell?” You tried to sound more confident than you felt.

“You smell like sex. Like your body and his body. Like sweat and sæd.” He ran his nose down the length of your neck, “I can smell him everywhere.” It was odd that any traces were left as you scrubbed yourself clean only this morning.

“Why do you care?” He went completely still but didn’t move away from you, allowing his lips to brush against your skin. He stayed quiet for far too long. “Honestly, Loki. Why do you care? Shouldn’t you be happy that I’ve found someone? That I’ll no longer be pining after you?”

“I rather enjoy your pining.” His truthfulness was welcomed but made you no less angry. “I am jealous that another man is the cause of your happiness.” He planted soft kisses on the junction between your neck and shoulder. One hand splayed over your tummy while the other hiked up your dress. Was this happening? You’ve wanted this for so long but now it seems wrong.

“What are you doing?” you breathed. The air chilled your exposed cunt. He kneaded your thighs still kissing his way down to your collarbone.

“I’m making you happy.” One finger grazed your swollen lips. “This is what you want isn’t it? What you’ve dreamed of leaving you needy and aching wishing I would take you. I’m claiming what’s mine now, pet.”

Your chest heaved, “Loki, stop. Fandral and I…” he slapped your cunt hard making you yelp.

“Do not mention him again. You belong to me.” You were now beyond angry. You conjured as much seiðr as possible, pushing his hands away and pinning them at his sides. In one fluid motion you flung yourself from the chair. Your magic crept up his body and tightened like a noose around his neck.

“How dare you lay some ridiculous claim on me? Despite what his highness believes, I was not placed in this realm solely for your amusement.”

You loosened your grip, fixed your dress and started to leave, “Where are you going? Wait! I’m so sorry, kjære. Please.” You froze. His voice was desperate. He could have apologized. He could have thrown himself at your feet begging for mercy. But that wouldn’t be Loki at all. “This is your fault, you know. If you had done as you were told in the first place you would have never seen me thus never ending up with Fandral in your bed.”

Your eyes glowed a deep amber as if flames licked your pupils. With all your seiðr you toppled a huge shelf just behind him. “Next time I won’t miss.”

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Loki was shaken. This is precisely why he avoided anything further with you. He’s mucked everything up royally. For days he tried to apologize. He sent you gifts which you sent back. He tried sitting with you in the library but, as soon as he would sit down, you would leave. He resorted to the last thing he could think of. When you were barely teenagers, any time the two of you were in trouble (which was often) you would magically send each other letters. If he played it right, this may work. He poured his heart onto the paper. He begged you to forgive him. Promised he would never stand in the way of your happiness again. He spritzed the paper with spices and sent the letter whooshing away to your room. Later when he retired for the evening, he was pleased to see an envelope on his doorstep. He rushed inside to read it only to see his own handwriting staring back at him. Before he could fully open it, the whole thing went up in flames.

The worst part about this whole debacle was that you and Fandral no longer hid your relationship. You were the picture perfect couple in court. Fandral was often seen schmoozing with your father. And, according to all of Loki’s spies, the two of you made love on anything that was standing still. It was frankly obscene. It seemed you were not far off from receiving a marriage proposal.The thought of you belonging to someone else was maddening though he supposed he could live with it so long as your relationship went back to normal. He was determined to smooth this whole thing over if you would only speak to him.

Perhaps a little distance would be good for clearing your head. In the morning he and his brethren would leave for battle. Usually you would be latched on to him begging for his safe return. Tonight he supposed you were with Fandral. If he could get through the next several days without disemboweling the man, he could survive the rest of eternity watching you love someone else.

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The feast tonight was expected to be especially raucous. Thor, The Warriors Three, Lady Sif and Loki were returning from another realm. They were sent by Odin himself. It was a harrowing battle but all involved parties returned virtually unharmed. You were on edge for days waiting for your love to fall into your arms. Some of the ladies of the court met them at the end of the Bifrost bridge to present them with flowers and to usher them into their awaiting banquet. You waited on the edge of the crowd in your prettiest gown adorned with teardrop shaped jewels. Everyone just knew this was the night Fandral would ask for your hand.

When they approached the crowd, Fandral was the only one not smiling. You tried to meet his eyes but he only looked away. After the Allfather’s speech the group dispersed seeking out their families. You waited for him to come to you but he stopped just short walking right into the waiting arms of Eleanora. Your heart shattered. Your mother and Frigga saw the exchange and ushered you into Frigga’s gardens away from the crowd. As soon as you were out of sight you collapsed into your mother’s lap. They tried to comfort you to no avail. Your mother walked you back to your room where Fandral was waiting.

“Should I stay?” your mother whispered.

“I’ll be fine, mother. “ she kissed your cheek and left the two of you alone.

“I owe you an explanation.” His eyes were rimmed red as if he had either been crying or drinking. Maybe both by the looks of him. “While we were away, a deal was made. Nora’s father and my father are old friends. Served in the same battalion. I received word a day or so after we left. I did not have the heart to tell you in a letter.” Without warning you slapped him. He held his cheek dampened by fresh tears.

“Please leave.” You turned away from him staring into the fireplace. He didn’t budge.

“I know you’ll never forgive me. Please know this was not my doing. I want you and only you for the rest of my life. I love you, Y/n. Look at me.” He dropped to his knees and pressed his face into your belly. “Please don’t hate me.” You carded your hands through his hair, shushing him quietly.

You had no tears left only blind rage. You knew Loki was behind this. Once Fandral left you cleaned yourself up and intended to walk into the great hall with dignity and grace. However when you saw Lok smirking at you, all of that went out the window. You lunged at him wielding a small blade aimed for his throat. “I know it was you! I know you did this!” Thor was on his feet to wrestle you away from Loki. You were much stronger than you looked.

“Have you gone mad?!” Loki shouted.

“Calm down, little sister.” Thor held you tight to his chest while Loki rid you of your knife. Rivulets of crimson ran down Loki’s cheek where the tip of your blade caught him. They dragged you outside despite your thrashing. You placed your hand on Thor’s arm, heating it with your seiðr to force him to let you go. “Y/n, stop!” he shouted.

“I’m stopping.” he grabbed for you again, “I’m stopping!“ The adrenaline left your body making your knees weak. Loki caught you and brought you down gently rocking you in his lap. Thor went back into the hall to fetch you some water. The whole crowd turned their heads to see if more drama would unfold. Fandral was on his feet ready to go after you but Elanora stopped him. The poor fellow looked like he had seen a ghost. His bride, looking quite satisfied with herself, whispered to Thor, “Tell Loki I am forever in his debt.” He had to hold it together. In your state you may actually kill his brother if you were certain of the truth.

The brothers helped you to your room staying behind until you fell asleep. Loki quietly closed your door and retired in the drawing room with Thor.

“Some night.” Loki chuckled as he poured himself a drink.

“Why is Elanora forever in your debt?” The fire kept his face aglow allowing Loki to see how furious Thor was. “Tell me she was just trying to get under my skin, brother. Tell me you didn’t gut the one person in this realm you can still call a friend.”

“It was for her own good.” Thor was out of the chair pinning Loki to a wall.

“How can breaking her heart possibly be for her own good, you selfish little prick? You don’t even want her, Loki. You just can’t stand your prize in the arms of another. Well congratulations, brother. I hope you are satisfied.” In the tussle they didn’t hear you creep out of your bedroom.

“Well, are you? Are you satisfied?“ Thor took one look at the embers glowing in your eyes and thought it best to get out of your way. “Good night, Thor.”

“You deserve everything you get, brother.” He patted you on the back and left.

“Answer me, Loki. Are you satisfied with yourself?” You retain your nerve as he backs slowly away from you. You are beyond apologies and forgiveness. You want pain. All of the pain that you feel right now doesn’t belong to you. It belongs to the hurt little boy who is standing in front of you. You did nothing to deserve his wrath other than love him, follow him around like a puppy and, when he told you he didn’t want you, you moved on. His selfishness knows no bounds.

“I had no idea, when I put things in motion, that you and Fandral would fall in love. When you went back to your room the night of your first feast I was hurt. I...I….I was angry. You rejected me. The next morning before I went to the garden, I saw Eleanora. I only planted the seed. She ran with the idea. But I didn’t know she had spoken to her father before we left. I thought she would just go to Fandral herself.” He walked towards you trying to make some kind of contact. Something to know that you were still with him. You would not allow him to touch you.

“But we did fall in love. We were happy. How could you?” The tears came again but this time for you and Loki. The two of you were inseparable and now you were unsure if you could ever forgive him.

“Please, Kjære. I’ll make this right. I’ll fix it. I have no purpose without you. You are my other half. My twin. Please.” He held you and you had no more fight inside of your body to stop him. The two of you sobbed clutching each other for several moments until your resolve grew and you were able to speak again.

“You have to leave, Loki.”

“No. Not until you forgive me.” The air was still. Silent save for a few sniffles.

You remove yourself from his grasp and walk back towards your bedroom. “I’ll never forgive you.”

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Over the next several months you were a ghost to most of the palace. Your work was the only thing you cared about besides growing your seiðr. You intended to be the most powerful witch in this realm next to Frigga.

Eleanora and Fandral’s wedding was happening soon. There were many parties and festivities surrounding the day. Of course, because of your parents, your family was invited to every event. Odin pardoned your father from attending for your honor. To avoid scandal, they went anyway. Any time they were announced, Fandral would perk up hoping to hear your name with theirs. You would never show your face.

He dreamed of running away with you. To travel to a far off realm where you wouldn’t be found and live a simple happy life surrounded by children. They were only dreams. The only certainty he had was that one day he would be sent to battle and may not return. The sweet release of death sounded much better than having to see your face. No matter how much you tried to hide from him, your paths seemed to cross. It was torturous. Out of sheer desperation he went to Loki to ask for his help.

“Use your magic. Please. Make me forget that I’m in love with her. You owe me this. You are the cause of our agony.” His grief was overwhelming.

“I cannot make it go away but I can dull the ache. It will help you to move on.” Loki placed his hands on either side of Fandral’s face and whispered an incantation. He felt lighter and, for the first time, free. You were still in his thoughts but they hurt far less.

The next time you saw each other, Fandral smiled and waved as if you had never been together. Your heart felt like it was plunged into ice water. That night you sat on your balcony listening to the whole court cheer as the happy couple sealed their union with a kiss. At that moment, you declared your mourning period over. The next morning you asked your father and mother to find you a suitable arrangement hopefully with a husband from another realm.

#loki fanart #loki odinson #loki x reader angst #loki smut #loki #loki god of mischief #loki of asgard #loki x reader #mcu loki #frigga #fandral #warriors three #norse paganism #norse deities #norse mythology #geralt of rivia #witcher geralt #the witcher #geralt x y/n

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temaylibrary · 9 months

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Hello, Thelen! Professor Bergamot's class were enjoying conjuring some blocks, and the Professor left some notes under the access key "rosemary". Could you pull those out for me?

Good afternoon, miss Aster! I am always pleased when you come by the archives. Most of your requests are much more interesting than the ones I usually service. "Thelen, tell me the history of agricultural progress in Milkthistle." "Thelen, tell me everything about spell component replacements." You always bring more interesting questions!

Let's see.

...

Rosemary is, indeed, an access key. This seems to be for something that was just recently added to the information I protect! You're the first to access it, miss Aster. It's... a pair of handwritten letters. Here they are, but please do not smudge them.

Letter the First

To Cosmo,

I trust this letter finds you on the mend and under the attentive care of skilled healers. It is with both concern and relief that I write to you today, for the incident we faced was perilous, but your decisive action, as always, displayed a commitment to the greater good.

Your utilization of Baleful Teleport, however, has left its indelible mark not only upon the fabric of our reality but upon your own well-being. The cost of wielding such power is steep, and I hope that your body and spirit find strength in their ongoing struggle for equilibrium.

While your affinity for the arcane may sometimes override sound judgment, know that your resilience is a testament to your character. In these moments of adversity, one must find solace not only in magic but also in the support of comrades, and I am pleased to note that your fortitude has not wavered.

I do not doubt the competence of the healers who attend to you, but permit me to remind you of the importance of their instructions. Rehabilitation demands patience and discipline, qualities not to be taken lightly. I expect nothing less from a colleague of your stature.

Rest assured, I shall keep a diligent eye on your progress from afar, as my obligations to the Guild and the Academy permit. There is much work to be done in the wake of our encounter with Empty, and I am confident that you will emerge from this trial with renewed vigor, ready to contribute once again to our shared cause.

Until the time we can stand shoulder to shoulder once more in the halls of study and research, I bid you a swift and thorough recovery.

With earnest regard,

Artimus Cognac

And, here's the second letter!

Letter the Second

Dearest Cosmo,

I extend to thee a salutation, albeit in this curious and shadowed manner, as shadows oft bear witness to enigmas and ephemeral truths. My quill, once inured to the auras of libraries now indulges in a narrative quite extraordinary. Pray, indulge this epistolary artifice as I, Morris Jessup, a monk ensconced in both contemplation and darkness, lay forth this missive.

That which unfolded, that clash of astral fates, is shrouded in symbolism as twilight ensconces the day. Enzo, once the embodiment of light's ardor, did by fate's design become ensnared by the labyrinthine echoes of Empty's mournful cadence. A chalice of irony, perhaps, to witness a knight's armor cloaked in the sorrows of cosmic void.

In this tableau of ethereal confrontation, Abrecan, sentinel of divine grace, and Artimus Cognac, a mistress of arcane knowledge, embarked upon their celestial dance, but alas, succumbed, as any sonnet met by twilight's reprieve. And Tearing Paper, ever elusive as an ode's refrain, saw the inkwell of fortune runneth dry. Thus, in this realm of phantasmal lyricism, a melodic dirge did resonate.

As the protagonist beseeched the primordial forces to harmonize, a requiem of power inscrutable cast its spell. This, I muse, is a page unscripted in any odes of yore. Bereft of their corporeal semblance, the entity known as Empty sought a symphony dire, conjuring forth "Black Void," a resonance heralding the desolation of aeons.

Yet, Cosmo, thou who art a conjurer of fate, unfurled a stanza unwritten, a prose untold. "Bergamot's Baleful Teleport," an incantation shrouded in whispers akin to those verses of the forbidden tome "Ebon Enigma," was unveiled. In casting Enzo as the central theme, thou didst rend asunder a canvas colored by forbidden mystique. That interlude, whilst divergent from the sonnets of lore, did hold the promise of tranquility.

Yet, as stars traverse their cyclic courses, thy orchestration of this grand tapestry didst bear an indelible imprint. A tapestry of affliction and illumination, its threads interwoven with symphonic dissonance and elegiac refrains. The burns upon thy back, they are the etchings of this legacy, the inkwell of power's price inscribed upon thy vessel.

Cosmo, I beseech thee to cast thy gaze into the chalice of healing, as one seeks solace in words unspoken, for thy convalescence shall give rise to verses anew. The journey of convalescence, akin to that of a knight-errant traversing through the Canticles of Ethereal Enigma, shall weave tales of endurance and triumph over spectral adversity.

May this epistle stand as both rhapsody and remembrance, echoing through the corridors of night.

With the ink of camaraderie, Morris Jessup

...

That's everything under this key, though there do seem to be other similar records in the same collection under separate access keys as well. Does this help with your research?

#loregamot

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diamorsummer · 2 years

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→ diagon alley is home to many , a direct connection to the wizarding world , right in the center of London , many people like Nadine Rosellia Moran-Summerfield , spend majority of her time in the busy alley , people know her as the twenty-four year old who is a Ravenclaw graduate , now working as a musician , I think the role suits them perfectly as I think they are gentle but also they can be callous , but that's just my opinion . ( emily rudd )

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magic related facts:

house: ravenclaw

wand: beech, phoenix feather, 8″

patronus: bay mare

amortentia: fresh coffee, a new book and the Hogwarts library

boggart: darkness

alignment: the order

blood status: half-blood

personality traits:

myers: INTJ-T

zodiac: capricorn

label: the quiescent

positive: ambitious, courteous, disciplined, gentle, loyal

negative: anti social, cynical, perfectionist, stubborn, inhibited

hobbies: reading, playing an instrument, flower pressing, paper making

vices: drinking

appearance:

height: 5′4″

eyes: blue

body mods/markings: ears pierced. piano keys turning to synth wave on the side of her left middle finger.

sense of style: academia, ethereal, casual

family/relationship:

status: single

siblings: Stolas: half-brother

connections:

history:

Growing up with Stolas was actually a pain. Aside from being the product of her mother’s infidelity, she had to deal with a brother who didn’t like to give her the time of day. It wasn’t like she asked to be born, or really to even exist the way she did. But alas, the boy felt to remind her every chance he got that she wasn’t really part of the family. Surprisingly though, Mr. Summerfield treated her better than he did Stolas. He was more interactive with her life and gave her almost anything she wanted. It was because of that Nadine had the chance to learn to play multiple instruments, have her own library of books (that she has read all of), any clothing piece she wanted and so on. She was spoiled, yes, but that didn’t effect her views of the family she was in. She watched Stolas beg for a single ounce of attention, affection, anything from him. Listened to the shouting, the glass breaking, the crying. A part of her wondered what it would have been like had she lived with her biological father and if all families were like this. Nadine was thankful to be at Hogwarts. A lot of her time spent in the library when she wasn’t in class, to avoid Stolas of course. She strived for perfect marks, not that anyone forced her. The girl loved to learn, loved to escape reality within pages, loved to be alone. She was able to be someone else, thankfully, using her biological father’s last name. Had people known she was a sister to Stolas she wasn’t sure how that would play out. But she knew he wanted nothing to do with her so she obliged, even when he got into fights with a supposed friend of his. After Hogwarts she left as soon as she could. Traveling for a few years before she started to do concerts. Nadine didn’t like being the center of attention but she loved to play and she wanted people to hear the music, to enjoy it the way she had. Now, she’s on break from a tour and finally decided to revisit home, Diagon, Hogsmeade.

random things:

nicknames: nadia, nads, dia

dominant hand: ambidextrous

#diagons.intro

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catholicdaredevil · 2 years

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Okay okay okay okay

THIS HAS BEEN ON MY MIND FOR A WHILE

Imagine railing sub!Matt and he is just whimpering underneath you and shaking and you're teasing him while he is cuffed and you're teasing him so much and he would give anything to touch you because he can feel smell and taste how soft and sweaty your skin is but he can't touch you and it starts to frustrate him. So because he is a switch, Dom!Matt starts getting angrier and more frustrated through to process so while you're riding him he breaks the fucking cuffs to touch you and takes control over you before you can even realize what's happening you're flipped over on your stomach and his hand is on the back of your neck pressing it down into the mattress. And he fucks you from behind so hard that he permanently dips the mattress on the spot where he pounded the life out of you and there is a disturbing amount of scars on your back and shoulders. And all you can do is cry and shiver into the mattress.

I am not sorry

chanting

SWITCH MATT SWITCH MATT SWITCH MATT

porn under the cut bestie gn reader no description of body parts other than matt being inside you, y'all already know how it is also this ends awkwardly bc i never know how to end it but alas enjoy

"what a pretty boy matthew," you purr, rolling your hips over his again to hear the broken sound it pulls from deep in his chest. his face is flushed, tears building in his eyes until they fall down his cheeks. you lean down to brush them off gently, moving further down until you can croon directly into his ear, "all tied down, being so good matty."

you can hear the jingle of metal that's hooked into his bed frame on both sides, latched around his wrists to keep him still. nipping at his earlobe causing his whimper to catch in his throat and his eyes flutter shut under the unforgiving waves of pleasure that threaten to drown him under you.

"please," he chokes out, his mouth chasing after yours when you sit back up, desperate for a kiss. you can't help but oblige when he looks like this, red and teary and needy all for you. when you finally pull back, unfortunately you can't help the small laugh either, at seeing him so thoroughly broken under just your touch and words.

"pretty boy can't do anything but take it, huh?" your words are mean despite the sickly sweet tone and matt lets out a loud whine in response as you continue your movements above him. your own pleasure builds at the feeling of him stretching you out, slow ministrations adjusting until he's hitting you just right and stars flare up behind your closed eyes as you throw your head back with a gasp.

there's no warning aside from a loud crack on either side of him and your eyes fly open too late. his hands are on you faster than you can figure out what's going on, only catching the quick gleam of metal swinging empty where his wrists just were. once he has you under his touch, it's only one strong snap of his hips up into yours, your loud moan and he's got you flipped before you can say a word.

"aw sweetheart, wanna talk about taking it? let's see how well you fare," his voice is low and threatening, sending a shock through you that melts your brain dipping down into incoherence. matt leans down this time, slipping his tongue into your mouth for a messy kiss that takes all your breath with him when he pulls back. one last kiss, short and sweet before he flips you again until your face is pressed into the pillow below you and he bucks into you roughly, reentering you without pause.

the room is filled with your muffled broken noises that fall from your lips, his skin meeting yours as he sets a brutal pace, lips trailing along your back to nip and bite at your shoulders, marking you as he goes. he grunts in your ear, whispering a few words, "good, taking me so good baby,"

your garbled mess of words is unrecognizable but you can feel the sweet smile that graces his lips still pressed to your skin. matt's hot tongue laps along the marks that litter your back, and you can feel your eyes roll into the back of your head. matt finally slows down, grinding until all he's hitting is the spot that makes you cry.

words tumble from you broken soft pleas that only spur matt on, hand moving to wind into your hair and pull until you're lifted off the bed enough that he can finally hear you. nothing but, "please, matty, oh god, please, please, ma-tty."

"aw look at you, using your pretty words to try to get your pretty little way. i'm gonna use you and ruin you the way i know you need." he picks the pace back up, unrelenting until every thrust has the top of your head bumping into the wall behind your shared bed, not that you notice. not with drool pooling on the silk below you, or tears streaming down your face, your back arching to get as much of him as he'll give.

and he gives.

soft grunts and growls of affection and praise pour from him as he does exactly what he promised, head tucking into your neck to suck at the skin, pulling bruises to fruition.

"cum in me, cum in me, cum in me," the words are barely more than a prayer, gasped out to the god above you, falling instead on a sinners ear who's more than happy to provide.

matt grins above you, hands framing your hips. his voice is condescending in a way that swears to give you what you ask, "want me to fill you up, sweetheart? wanna feel me for days? i can fix that until you can't even think about anyone but me."

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock fic #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil #daredevil x reader #daredevil x you #daredevil fic #ezra thirsts #ezra writes #ezra answers #ezra loves their mutuals #brain go brrrrrrrrrrr on this one

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evilzoldyck · 3 years

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Fiancée II

part I

The floral scent hanging in the humid air had become particularly nauseating, the mixed flower petals that complemented the oils poured into the bathwater had all sank before you while the water itself had turned lukewarm.

Looking down at your fingers, you noticed that your fingertips had pruned horrendously. Normally you wouldn’t take much of your time disengaging with reality but recently, there was something in your mind you couldn’t quite comprehend. Just a few hours ago you were subjected to your mother-in-law’s favourite pastime which was holding a tea ceremony by the garden. Except it had a special twist, for every crucial detail that you missed, a melting hot iron would be pressed against the palm of your hands.

You didn’t miss the slight turn on the corner of her lips, her hidden smile behind the paper fan every time the torched metal would melt onto your skin, reminding you that will never be worthy enough to be accepted by her. And for every time your skin healed, your scars disappeared, your blood stopped seeping from your skin, she will be the one to make sure to replace them. Asserting her position and making sure you knew who the true matriarch of the family is.

Living with in-laws was a truly dreadful ordeal.

However when a butler with hard lines etched onto his face interrupted the unfortunate event, his sunken eyes that held the deepest sympathies only gazed at yours. He came forward with an ill-bearing news of your mother’s recent passing.

You knew this day would come, but you hadn’t anticipated it to come so soon. Though you had the resources to finance her health with the best doctor money can buy, you knew there was nothing you could offer death for an ailment so monstrous. The more times that you visited her in the hospital, the more and more different she looked.

You almost didn’t recognise her. She looked like a corpse, barely breathing through her tube encasing her mouth, her hair you used to comb religiously every night was mostly gone. You knew that she was barely alive.

The only times that you were allowed to visit her was once every full moon as the rest of your days were filled with torturous training all for the sake of building your strength. You were barely considered family to them and so your own Mother visiting you at the Zoldyck estate was unimaginable. Sometimes in the darkest hour of the night you could almost hear her hoarse whispers, blindly pleading repeatedly to the nurses for you, why her daughter was nowhere to be found.

She fought for your next visit, begging at death’s door to see you one last time but alas, death was cruelly fair and her time was rightfully due. And so the feeling when you completely missed her burial, when you were refused a visit to her grave to pay your respects, when you were forbidden to grieve for it was a sign of weakness. The feeling of such accumulated events…

What was it you were supposed to feel?

You knew your heart nor mind could never be so numb, you weren’t anything like the Zoldycks at all, so detached to even a sliver of morality and compassion. So then why didn’t the news of her death send you to your knees? Why couldn’t you feel anything? Could it be a temporary shock- perhaps that’s why your cheeks were dry.

Just when you were lost in your thoughts with a tight frown pursed upon your lips, your personal handmaiden politely intruded herself inside the bathroom, announcing the arrival of master Illumi from his recent mission abroad. You lifted your head from your trance as her soft voice ricocheted off the black marbled walls, a gentle reminder to you of exactly where you were before your mind took you someplace else.

Upon seeing her, she was diligently prepped with her arms open wide, holding your robe before you.

The strange family had rightfully encroached all rights that you previously held, your freedom, your dignity, pride, and even your last name; privacy was the least of your concern. Rising from the cold waters, you allowed her to tie the warm fabric around you. She was always so meticulous and gentle, as if the slightest movement of her gestures or the flicker of her gaze could potentially be taken as an affront.

There were ample times that you searched for at least some kind of warmth in this forlorn and dreary estate, some kind of companion to show a little humanity and compassion with. You should’ve known that pursuing friendship on this mountain was pointless. The myriad of maids and butlers that they have at their disposable offered no comfort to your despair as they were always sickeningly polite but never friendly, leaving a gaping hole in your chest to fend this loneliness for yourself.

At the threshold of the gargantuan door, Illumi stood impassively while one of the butlers of the estate came to lighten his load. He had come back rather early from his departure, the extensive tasks assigned to him was nothing he hadn’t done before and yet with so many undertakings he was obligated to finish he had forgone rest when it was deemed necessary, opting to continue on to the next job effective immediately. Perhaps it was his habit of having a tireless and dedicated focus during a mission or maybe it was just his overzealousness to see you again.

“Welcome back, master Illumi. I trust that you found our services to be adequate on your journey back.” Gotoh pleasantly bade a congenial welcome as he gracefully placed his right hand across his chest and bowed his head slightly before the eldest of Zoldyck’s son.

He simply hummed in reply not sparing another glance at the man for Illumi’s vacant stare was occupied, searching the premises based on his peripheral vision for any sign of you awaiting him without fail like you do every time he arrived back from his assignments. “And my wife?” he curtly inquired after seeing no sign of you.

Descending from the stairs, you face your personal demon with a pathetic palpitating heart. The robe that you adorned did little to cover the coldness of his gaze for the room froze every time he was near. Nevertheless a stretch of a satisfying smile formed across his lips as you made your way towards his arms.

Embracing him always felt like the first time, your shoulders tensed every time his elongated thin fingers squeezed your sides as he enveloped you in a mockingly sweet embrace. If it bothered him, Illumi never spoke of it. The locks of his midnight hair brushed against your face as you placed a quivering kiss upon his cheek, uttering a small greeting for him.

Just like clockwork he began to led you away from the foyer and into your shared quarters with his lithe hand burrowing itself into your waist.

Though it felt like years had passed once your fate was intertwined with his, you could never get used to his presence. This saccharine coated reality could never delude you to construe this as something more meaningful than a means of escape from your financial poverty and his obligation on fulfilling his filial piety. The carefully rehearsed charade always played out the same where in the end of the night you would find yourself in a familiar predicament.

Inside the cimmerian chamber dim flickering candle lights illuminated the tenebrous darkness around you. The satin beneath your naked skin easily shifted as Illumi handled you attentively from above. As he moved to discard of his clothes your eyes absentmindedly wandered to the same spot on the ceiling that you’ve gazed upon countless of times. However once you heard the gentle rustle of his garments join yours into the floor, your attempt to seperate your mind from your body ended in vain.

Illumi hovered above you leaving a scant space between your lips. You wished you knew why he searched for your eyes every time he began to kiss you, taking a pensive moment for you to finally look at him, to be the centre of your attention. You didn’t know why he bothered taking his time with you for every night you spent with him you had only demonstrated compliance and obedience. Prolonging such affair was only counterproductive.

You felt him dragging his nails softly into your skin as he brought his hands up slowly from your thighs to your neck, grasping the rhythmically beating point and finally placing a soft kiss.

Closing your eyes you unconsciously balled the sheets beneath you with your fists. The kiss was timid and placid on your lips as his hair fell and entangle with the pool of your own. Illumi finally released after a few languishing moments and began to trace wistful kisses along your neck.

You knew better as to why an apathetic assassin that left a trail of crimson behind him for equity would give you the time of day to leave obsequious pecks.

Illumi was a man of pure objectivity, each action he took had an ulterior motive behind it for no lift of his finger went by without it having some kind of incentive for him in the end. And so his adoring kisses and unctuous attention did little to move your amoral perception of him.

He only indulged in such idle debauchary for he believed it was what you enjoyed, hence allowing the intercourse to go smoothly and successfully with the benefit of your arousal. Illumi was especially persistent in his countless endeavours in carrying out his bloodline with you. The details surrounding the child were kept quite vague and undisclosed, the only emphasis now was centred around the health and condition of your mental and physical state.

Perhaps that’s why Illumi always handled you selflessly, as if he missed you terribly every time he went away for his delegated tasks. His efforts to please you easily began to grow more apparent, especially under an auspicious moon.

Suddenly his hand encapsulated your small shivering ones, making your breath hitch just slightly as he rose up to meet you once more. “You’re still shaking, what’s the matter?”

Were you? You hadn’t noticed the state of your body for your mind was running wild with endless thoughts. Sensing the tension in the air you quickly placated his growing trepidation with a weak smile. “Forgive me, tonight is just particularly cold today, perhaps I’ve left the window open again.” Avoiding his ruminating gaze Illumi released a ghost of a sigh before nodding, indicating that he took your word for it despite you knowing deep down that he did not.

“Shall we go by the fireplace?” He suggested innocuously.

You, however, couldn’t prevent the heat from rising up to your face as you couldn’t even begin to fathom engaging in such activity beside a roaring fire. Not only that but you would be rid of the protective barrier of your sheets and most of all, the wavering waves of red would cast a glow onto his face, forcing you to glance up upon him and seeing more of what you’re already comfortable with.

A prude is the word most women back in your town would describe you as, however you would staunchly argue to such claims when the eyes of death has its attention solely on you.

“No,” you gripped onto his hands. “Here is just fine.”

Illumi gathered you into his arms, pulling you upwards along with him as he pressed more kisses against your lips and slowly trailed them down to your chest. You hesitantly wrapped your hands around his shoulders, careful not to tip the centre of balance he had on you as you nearly straddled his lap.

“Very well,” he murmured before flipping you back on the bed and making you land onto your front swiftly. “Then I shall hold you instead.”

Encapsulating you wholly with your back pressed against his chest, he held onto your chest tightly against him with one arm as the other gripped your hips firmly, raising it up to meet his. His head burrowed itself into the crook of your neck to leave more discoloured marks, and just in time as you felt the stretch commence.

You were nowa Zoldyck, as you often reminded yourself, nothing could contain you not even pain, not even death, not even love.

Roughly a year had passed and the same moonlight shined through the darkness upon the mountain peak once again. The Zoldyck estate was in turmoil. Nurses ran frantically from across the halls carrying fresh pristine white towels only to have them drenched in blood in the next second.

You knew what you signed up for the moment you stood before theTesting Gate, it was just simply your time to fulfil your end of the bargain.

The journey of your pregnancy was a stark contrast to the treatment you had been subjected to in your time here. Instead of poison laced meals to the verge of hospitalisation and endless hours of enhancing your strength endurance, you were finally given some form of a break.

Those little mercies such as extra hours of sleep, the vitamins and protein back in your system and the permission to acquire rest when you needed it were like heaven to you.

Your health along with your baby’s progress was greatly monitored, not a day goes by that your daily intensive checkup went by carelessly.

Everyday you gazed down in front of the mirror and saw yourself grow progressively. The size of your belly began to expand with each passing time that came closer to the due date. Though despite the baby being attached to your very self you couldn’t feel a sense of attachment to it, the very kind your mother had for you.

And so when you first heard him cry from your extraneous labour, you were stricken by a sudden powerful force. Months of him stirring inside you and it took you this long to realise the being inside you was alive.

The obstetrician and the nurses all cheered and cooed at the successful delivery of your newborn baby, making excessive notes of how handsome he was. Their faces damped with their efforts to ensure the health of the mother and the baby was maintained paid off for the delivery was a success.

The burden finally left their shoulders as one should feel when it was a Zoldyck’s turn to employ and entrust an imperative job such as this.

Once the umbilical cord was cut, you were able look upon his face. Blood stained your hands and cheek as you held him close to your chest, his tiny hand already reaching out for your face, finally tempering his cries into charming babbling nonsense when he sensed that you were near. Everything about him reminded you of Illumi, his midnight hair that was twisted in tiny wisps, his complexion, his small but sharp features upon his face.

But those eyes, they were yours.

The warmth of such gaze possessed you to crumble down before your son for it wasn’t until his arrival that your humanity was finally restored. Emotions flooded your senses to the point that you thought you couldn’t feel anything else but harrowing pain and guilt. Your separation from your only family, society, your own mother’s death, the excruciating pain that was inflicted upon you- you’ve felt it all.

The mental fortitudes that you’ve built up over the accumulating years all came crashing down when you looked upon a face so innocent and pure. Something that was truly incapable of harnessing any bloodshed as per the family designed of his future.

And after all this time you were carrying him like a pig to slaughter. Partaking in this corrupt pseudo-experiment to create the cold and hard perfect monster, subservient to the wills and orders of the family.

Just like his father.

Suddenly, one of the nurses took him away from your embrace consequently making you panic at the thought of your son being alone without you. The feeling that compelled you to care for another was one that felt so familiar and yet so foreign, plucking an untouched chord in your heartstring that you’ve forgotten a long time ago.

All your life you were living for someone else; when you lost your mother you were at a loss for your purpose was amiss, living as an empty hollow shell of a human being. Now that the birth of your child had come, an epiphany struck you like a blinding flash of lightening.

He was your new profound purpose.

“Where are you taking him?” You gasped out, already reaching out towards the nurse who held him around a blanket. She briefly replied that she would be taking his measurements but her words of comfort fell on deaf ears for it did nothing to placate the fact that you were separated from your baby.

“No, no- please! Give him back to me!” Now you were crawling across the maroon soaked sheets, wincing at the fact that you were still bleeding but still keeping a staunch arm out in front of you.

Your frantic actions forced the nurses nearby to restrain you, holding you back onto the bed while urging advices to calm down. However their grip upon you nearly fell for you could see nothing but red in your eyes, there was no amount of force in this world that could withhold you from being without him. Your beseeches and tenacious struggle quickly came to a halt when you felt a sudden jolt of pain from your side.

Looking down with your tear stricken face you saw that you were haphazardly injected with a strange transparent liquid to sedate you. Usually you could easily persevere over simple liquid anaesthetics that could even wipe out an entire five adult men but this dose was a new thing entirely, you’ve never been exposed to such a heavy medication that edged on it being lethal before.

However you knew that the fate of your son would be compromised if you stayed, if you didn’t fought for him.

Consequently, the only necessary action you needed to take was to escape. Gathering your bearings from the Jenny that you’ve rightfully championed two summers ago, you’ve decided that the amount would guarantee him and you a stable future.

That is why after two moons have passed when you’ve conjured enough strength to gather yourself from your deep sleep, right before Illumi was scheduled to come back to witness the scion of the house of Zoldyck, that you would take off when the moon was at its peak.

There was no leaving it up to chance for there was no telling when you would see you son again. There was much conviction in your assumption that Illumi would haste his training program to become an elite assassin, just as the family intended from the start.

The Zoldycks were unrivalled in their system of securing their property. A fortress that the brave or the foolish dared to try to penetrate, though their attempts would always end up in vain; along with bruises and a few broken bones if they were smart enough to retreat soon. However, they weren’t quite as adept at keeping someone in than they were at keeping everyone out.

Glancing back the faint sight of the distant mountain on the horizon, you slowed your pace as you decided you’ve made satisfactory progress in distance. Looking around perilously and tuning your ears to the sound of even the faintest landing of the leaves in the autumn breeze, you relievedly deduced that you weren’t followed- well at least not yet.

Releasing small huffs from your over exertion of energy, you gazed down fondly at the sight of your son bundled up in a large cloth in which you tied tightly onto your back. You relievedly let out a soft smile when you found out he was still sleeping soundly, gripping onto some of your loose hairs unconsciously. Setting him down inside a hollow tree you figured you could take a few minutes to decipher where True North lied.

However, a sudden change in the atmosphere made your blood freeze. Staring out into the darkness, you fixed your sights in the direction of the energy with your fists clenched in anticipation.

You felt him before you even saw him. Your heart dropped when you sensed whose aura emitted belonged to.

Illumi came out of darkness with an air of calmness surrounding him. This sense of composure completely shifted yours, you knew he could easily overpower you for his nen abilities reigned supreme over yours, nonetheless you couldn’t allow a fight for freedom to go unchallenged, not when you were so close to the finish line.

His ambiguity costed you valuable time to quickly devise a plan. Should you fight or should you flee? There was no telling he would kill you and steal your son away if you opposed him and yet given his nature, Illumi was quite capable of putting up a façade to front his murderous intent.

When he came too close for comfort, you realised you could never outrun him with this distance, thus you had to strike before he could. Unsheathing a small dagger that you carried just in case you ran into some trouble, you cursed at yourself for carrying a short range weapon.

Nevertheless you missed his shoulder by just the width of a hair. Illumi’s speed, though something to be marvelled at, was the only aspect that you worried most about.

As if in slow motion you fell forwards and from the corner of your eyes, you saw him shift easily from your reach. Illumi began to extend his arm out to impede your efforts, however you caught sight of his advances and immediate retreated back.

He blinked in mild surprise before exhaling a jaded sigh. “Fighting me is futile, you know very well that you cannot defy me in battle.” He stated matter-of-factly. “This victory brings me no satisfaction.”

“Bring the child forth and end this foolishness now.”

“You monster,” you spat out the words like venom. “You’ll kill him.”

Lashing out in anger you attempted another strike but narrowly missed again. Gritting your teeth in frustration you were so blinded by hatred that you failed to notice his hand reaching from your blind spot to restrain your dagger.

Wrapping his long lithe fingers around your wrist Illumi gave a warning squeeze, enough to make a grown man fall to his knees. When you refused to yield, he gripped it into a blood cutting bind until you heard your bones shift and crack. You gasped out once your hold slackened as the dagger fell into the soft green grass below.

“No, I’ll make him stronger.” Illumi confidently promised. He just broke your wrist but oddly still, you couldn’t sense any intention of harm from him as you presumed.

Your body went rigid when he uttered your name softly, pulling your weight into him almost comfortingly. “We’re still a family,” he spoke so lowly you thought you heard a sense of betrayal and hurt from his words. “I know it’s hard, but we only have each other.”

This imitation of kindness pulled you back into reality before you could cry into his chest and take you back to the mountain. Jerking from his touch disgustedly you began to prepare to lunge at him despite your broken hand.

“You know very well that I will pursue you even to the ends of the earth.”

You lurch out in a punch at his direction but Illumi hastily blocked your attacks. Dodging your strikes he only ever defends, hardly even trying to challenge you. An approach that was more pacifist as opposed to practical.

“I’ll stop at nothing to bring you both home, there is nothing you can protect him from. The boy will watch many deaths before him. He will know the true meaning of threats and violence, they will fall under mine. He will never know peace.”

You almost cried when you heard him spoke of your son’s future in a manner that was so casually cruel. Forcing yourself to block his torturous lies and vitriolic taunts, you eyed for your weapon inconspicuously.

Catching a glint from the blade of the dagger in the tall grass, you reached out to briskly seize it. Before you could even get close, Illumi kicked it swiftly to the point where it was no longer visible to you. Looking up at him with a gaze gaunt with pain and humiliation as he said your name once more.

“Listen to reason.”

In a fit of rage you blindly fought him with your moves only consisting of attacks and albeit not very coordinated for you could barely even see your hands in front of you. You could sense that Illumi willingly took some of your punches as he winced a little when one of your attacks coincidentally targeted his weak points.

You hadn’t realised you were crying until he balanced you upright just as when you stumbled forwards due to your eyes stinging with blurry vision. Why had you expressed yourself at your weakest point in the midst of a fight? Were you really this weak? After such gruelling years of training did they amount to nothing when you couldn’t even compare to the man you willed yourself away to?

You already lost before you even began.

Locking a grip around his neck you managed to successfully pinned him to the ground floor. His eyes blankly looked up at your dishevelled state raw with pure emotions in contrast to his cool and composed self. It took you this long to register that he wasn’t fighting for your submission but for your sake.

Illumi easily reverted to being the dominant position when he was about to receive a lethal strike from you. Pining both of your hands to the ground as he restrained your legs with his knees.

Illumi studied your trembling form underneath him, appearing like a feral cat caught in a cage, ready to lash out from any sudden actions even one out of kindness.

“What can I do to get you to stay?” He persuaded exasperatedly, as if he was tired of you looking at him like he’s the enemy. Meanwhile, you glared at the ludicrous question.

“I want a normal life for him. I want him to see the world, I want him to go to school, to make friends.” Your throat tightened when you brought him up. Proposing your wishes in vain knowing truly he could never fulfil what you desired. “You’ll have to kill me first before you could ever get to him.”

“An unnecessary sacrifice.” He quickly corrected, as if such a thought had never crossed his mind.”How could I endanger the one I love most?”

Your face twisted in detest at his hypocrisy. “What do you know about love?”

Illumi merely blinked at your question, in which the answer was one that he thought was already apparent

“I love you.”

And yet a thousand needles could never the change the way you feel for him. You only saw darkness within Illumi, death was the only thing drilled into his mind for his purpose was designed only for murder.

But then why couldn’t you see any deception in his eyes? Why did he possess such sincerity when he declared his feelings for you. In the midst of constant exposure to inhumanity was it truly possible for hope and love to endure for Illumi?

At the cold realm on top of the mountain you have gazed at numerous celestial wonders of the universe, but none could compare to what you saw in his gaze. You recognised the fragments of humanity inside him and it was far more powerful than anything that you had ever witnessed before.

To have seen compassion for another being in a state of infinite chaos, Illumi was truly a wonder.

“We can have that, you know,” Illumi gently said. “A house for our own far away from here, school, friends, whatever you want.”

“But... not for him?” Your breath stopped when he nodded slowly, sympathising your disappointment at your speculation.

“His siblings may lead the normal life you intended for them, but it’s critical that the eldest Zoldyck carry on the family’s name and status.”

Like an echo through history, you really can’t stop the Zoldycks’ legacy. Nevertheless, the question still rang in your head alarmingly.

Could you do it?

Doom your firstborn to save the others?

After what you’ve been through was it the only logical choice?

“You can’t hurt him.”

Alas, the only natural rational course of action was to naturally comply. Illumi graced a genuine smile as he closed the distance between you and sealed the deal with a chaste kiss.

“Never.”

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hanatiny · 3 years

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Bow To Your King

gif made by @/wooyoungs~

a/n: so uhh, I don’t know how to a) keep a schedule and b) contain myself... but I happened to be inspired by @galaxteez, so enjoy :)))

pairing: demon king!Hongjoong x f!reader

genre: smut

word count: 1952

warnings: sir kink, choking, marking/biting, exhibitionism, oral (m receiving), corruption kink, hair pulling, a lil bit of thigh riding, (vaguely?) implied breeding kink, implied minor oral fixation, strongly implied voyeurism, lots of praise and pet names, but also Joong is rough 😳

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If the you from a year ago knew what you were up to now, she’d laugh at you - and she’d have every right to. After all, somehow getting mixed up in underworld business and ending up as the demon king’s “prized possession” was certainly neither on your list of things to do in life, nor particularly believable.

No matter the circumstance he did love you to bits though, and he made sure you knew by whatever means he had.

But alas, here you were.

Kneeling on the ice-cold stone floor in front of Hongjoong’s throne, not obscured by anything in any way as you held his throbbing hard length in your warm mouth.

He gazed down at you, his eyes shining a bright red with desire while his hand tangled in your hair and you moved your head at a steady rhythm.

Neither of you paid any mind to your surroundings, lost in your mutual delight of each other as he let out soft moans of praise and your mind grew hazy.

"Ahh, you're taking me so well in your wet mouth baby...~ I'm gonna-"

He cut himself off and paused the bucking of his hips suddenly, forcibly stilling you with a tight grip on your hair as you whined in both confusion and frustration around his twitching cock.

Frustrated from having been denied the feeling of his hot cum sliding down your throat, confused because you missed the sound of the large door to the throne room creaking open just moments ago, so you didn’t understand why he stopped so abruptly.

You glanced up at your lover with teary eyes, his own furious ones focused on whoever seemed to have so rudely disrupted your moment of intimacy.

"I-I apologize for intruding sire, I didn't know... I just wanted to ask if-"

"If what, Seonghwa? If Y/n would sleep with you too, huh? Is that it?" Hongjoong interrupted the man in question with a snarl, glowering at him as his cheeks flushed crimson in response and he nodded sheepishly.

Hongjoong clicked his tongue loudly, "Fool! I suspect the other court members feel the same?" He left Seonghwa no time to collect his thoughts, already aware of the truth, "Bring them here, I want all of you to see how a king treats his princess."

You squirmed at his feet from the commanding yet eerily calm tone of his voice and the lack of hesitation in it, seeing no reason whatsoever to object while he carefully pulled you back up to your feet and onto his lap to straddle him, a sharp contrast to his previous treatment of Seonghwa, the poor guy nearly stumbling over his own two feet as he hurried to find the other six men as requested.

Despite his dark and rough exterior Hongjoong was mostly a soft and tender lover, to your initial surprise.

Only this time around, you had a feeling he wasn't going to be gentle.

Yet you didn’t mind in the slightest - on the contrary, you secretly loved whenever he treated you with a sense of possessive, inhumane ownership in bed. Everytime he did, you felt a little bit of your innocence slipping away, arousal already growing within you at the thought.

Hongjoong cooed quietly, breaking you out of your reverie, silently asking you if you were truly okay with what he was planning to do as he tenderly carressed your cheek. You nodded immediately, a smile growing on your face and your heart skipping a beat at his thoughtfulness while you leaned into his touch.

It was one of the many things you loved about him, you mused, how he'd sometimes show his care through the little things. You didn’t know you needed that in a person until you met him.

"You look like you're daydreaming again, darling. Are you sure you're alright~?"

You blushed as Hongjoong teased you, choosing to grasp his dark messy tresses in your hands and press your lips against his heatedly, prompting the immediate reaction of a pleased hum sounding in his throat and his hands gripping your waist tightly before he eventually broke off the contact.

Your pupils were blown wide with lust as you panted softly and blinked at him, seeing the way he was licking his lips before they shifted into a wicked predatory smirk, "Getting eager, hm? Really wanna show off how good you are for me, don't you princess~?"

His eyes flashed red again, darkness simultaneously coloring them as he gave you the simple command of "Strip," and left you speechless in the process while you scrambled to climb off of his lap obediently and do as told, the promise of your lover's rough treatment fueling your actions.

Hongjoong watched you with satisfaction and amusement both glimmering in his dark gaze as he thought back to how he had to convince you to let him kiss you just a few months ago, and by now you stripped at a mere snap of his fingers.

He had you putty in his hands and he positively adored this level of control he had over you when it came to the sexual aspects of your relationship.

You observed Hongjoong as he curled his finger in a 'come hither' motion, shocked by how casual he appeared as he did so - if you didn't know any better, you'd be saying he was about to meet with his advisors - and you climbed back onto him.

Your already dripping heat pressed against his thigh while you gasped and grinded against him briefly before he made you still as he flexed it beneath you, "Sir, w-what are you doing..?"

"What does it feel like hm~? I'm just making sure my beautiful princess is ready for what's to come~" He purred seductively, forcing your core to rub against his thigh more with his hands on your hips as his cock twitched slightly at how visible your enjoyment was.

"And I believe that you are~" In a swift and skilled motion, almost as if practiced, Hongjoong turned you around to face the wide throne room instead of himself and promptly impaled you on his dick.

A loud and whiny moan left you while he nipped lightly on your earlobe, "As much as I love seeing your beautiful angelic face contort in pleasure whenever I take you, I believe I should indulge them too... just this once~"

His tone was sultry and, combined with him stretching you so deliciously, instinctively made you screw your eyes shut upon realizing you once again, in your dazed state of mind, hadn't heard the door opening for the seven men now staring at the scene before them with their eyes wide and mouths agape, a few of them even sporting noticeable bulges in their pants already.

"Princess... Sir thought his instructions were clear." Hongjoong growled lowly near your ear, a hand wrapping around and applying pressure to your throat, coaxing a strained cry to fall from your lips while your eyes flew open again.

"I-I'm sorry, you were more than crystal clear..." You choked out in a mewl, refusing to meet anyone's gaze directly as his hips remained unmoving and the thumb of his free hand traced featherlight circles on your thigh.

You shuddered slightly on top of him as he gave an experimental thrusts upwards into you, his hand squeezing your throat with precisely the right amount of force behind the action when you moaned quietly. "Good girl...~ Why don't you let them hear how good you are too, hm?"

"Y-yes sir..~ ah!" You squealed in surprise as you felt Hongjoong's lips suddenly latching onto the soft skin of your neck, locating your sweet spot almost immediately.

Highly pleased, he hummed and made a point of locking eyes with each present member of his court, his own orbs continuing to flicker a passionate red, while he sank his teeth into the sensitive spot near your collarbone.

It felt different, more intense than the normal hickeys he had given you plenty of before now. It throbbed lightly when he lathed his tongue over the newly formed bruise that practically burned itself into your skin, and you realized it'd be permanent.

He smirked against your skin when you cried out in both pain and pleasure and the other men's eyes went wide in surprise.

He was giving you the demon mark.

Your walls clenched involuntarily around his length as you whined from the sensation on your neck.

You were his queen in all but official title now.

Hongjoong pulled away with a low hiss, pulling your body back and flush against his with the hand still wrapped tightly around your throat while careful to not cut your airflow off entirely, "Shit... seems like you really enjoy that huh? Sir is all too happy to oblige, babygirl~"

It was when he started roughly snapping his hips into you that you reached your breaking point, eyes rolling back into your head as it lolled forward from the amount of pleasure flooding your system while you whimpered pitifully loudly.

"Feels good when sir uses you, doesn't it? You're so beautifully snug around me, looking all fucked out already...~ But I believe I didn't allow this, doll." Your lover whispered threateningly, his free hand snaking up your bare back before grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking on it harshly, causing you to throw your head back with the most erotic moan yet while he showed no signs of letting go.

You mindlessly babbled out a breathy apology as he twitched within you and proceeded to decorate your neck with heated kisses and small love bites, "Ah, I'm-I'm sorry sir, princess just feels so good thanks t-to you~!"

"Queen," he corrected softly, only for you to hear before he grins sadistically with a strained groan, "if you keep tightening around me like that I'll have no choice but to cum already... Though you'll be good and take all of sir's load as you always do, I'm sure~"

You keened at the thought, body arching and presenting itself to your 'guests' when Hongjoong's hand around your throat let up in favor of dipping downwards to pinch and rub circles on your clit in time with his harsh thrusts.

"I knew it, you're just my precious, good little girl...~" He cooed while you gasped for air as he pressed his tip harder into the bundle of nerves that formed your sweet spot.

You finally couldn't take it any longer, your body convulsing above that of the demon sitting beneath you as he continued to fuck into you roughly before he stilled and released deep inside of you before wrapping his arms around your still shaking form to help you come down from your high, “Shh... I’ve got you, babydoll.”

You gave a soft hum filled with adoration in response as your lover’s attention switched over to the seven other men in the room, who you had admittedly almost forgotten were there, and your gaze followed his.

Although, now that you were a little more level-headed and not as deep in the throes of bliss as you had been before you could clearly see the stunned silence in their faces and the effect your impromptu show had on them in both their eyes and the tents in their pants, which they desperately tried to hide by means of their large coats - a futile endeavor.

A satisfied and proud grin spread across your features when Hongjoong addressed his court, a flicker of amusement visible in his eyes.

"Now, before you all leave... Bow to your king and queen. As weak in the knees as you are, that shouldn't pose much of a challenge~"

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celestialgaea · 3 years

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write a fic(nsfw or sfw its up to you) with Ezio and a teenage girl who fell in love with him(i’d want it nsfw if you’re fine with it)

I'd love to do that! It has been quite some time since I wrote a request, so i’m so excited! Enjoy :)

Pairings: Brotherhood!Ezio Auditore x Reader

Warnings: Mature content, smut, age gap

Disclaimer: Ezio is at the age of 45 at the beginning of the Brotherhood serie as the reader will be the age of 19, so if you are uncomfortable with age gaps then i’d advice you to scroll further. It is not wrong to have feelings for an older man, however, it is wrong if an older person would use it to manipulate you and hurt you intentionally. This was written for the mere entertainment of the AC fandom!

A/N: I am so sorry for letting the requester wait for weeks! I hate to keep people waiting, I swear. But I have been able to finish this piece and I'm so happy! Let it enjoy you, loves

Along the horizon a blemish of darkness formed and began to spread itself along the, what seemed, infinite edges of the earth. The orange sky set her intentions to flee and slowly vanished, causing the natural state of the heaven’s to occur right in front of your eyes. It felt lonely yet so calming.

‘You seem so dazed by the upcoming nightsky, mia signora.’ The grumbling undertone of Ezio’s voice was vibrating inside of his chest and could be felt against your back. It was as though the vibration was spreading from his breast towards your lower abdomen as a warm and tingling flow. 'It's just beautiful.' You said.

'Just beautiful?' You didn't need to face him to know that he'd raised an eyebrow saying that. It was a very typical gesture Ezio always made, even unknowingly, and that small signal was just enough for him to add a subtle layer of promiscuity to himself. Ezio simply wouldn't be 'Ezio' without a touch of promiscuity. That was the secret to his unexplainable aura that made you taste life whenever you were in his prescence and yet all the flavour would get drained from your tongue if he'd leave, as if the gate's of heaven closed abruptly in front of your eyes as his back was turned towards you. He carried temptation and desire with him, to wherever he goes, and even makes the strictly chaste women beg him for a brush against their thigh, an intense look from his smouldering eyes, a hot and lingering breath against their open mouth.

'Yes, just beautiful, Ezio.'

'And what makes it beautiful, bambini?'

'The calm and enigmatic scenery. It's dark and unknown, and yet it's the most intruiging thing i've ever observed. Reminds a bit of you, just a little bit.' Small spots of flaming skin freckled the whole width of your face and there would be no point in turning the other cheek as Ezio's overtowering head already noticed your reddish feature underneath his gaze. He emitted a breathless laugh, a grumbling grin. There was a tendency that whispered in Ezio's ear. This tendency told him to make a teasing remark about your blushing skin. It would've subconciously stretch out his ego, add a bit of empowerment to his pride knowing that even at the ripe age of 45 he'd still be able to make the early flourished flower allow her sweet nectar to be tasted by him, just a small taste of enlightening in return for enlightment.

'And, again, what makes me a bit like that?' Ezio asked, repeating to raise one eyebrow. You stayed quiet, not knowing what to say, and just kept listening to the constant rips and breaks of small twigs and dried up leaves getting crushed underneath the horse's hooves. 'Am I really that closed, huh? I thought the whole of Italia knew about my reputation from waltzing to one flower to the other.' He released a breathless laugh again. 'Yes, they do. But that is because it's the only part of you they see,' You paused to subtly sniff up the drippling liquid that ran down your left nostril just in time before it reached the open door to your philtrum. 'Truly, you are an open book, but written in a cryptic language.' It was troublesome to hide the breath-heaving excitement that hugged your chest tightly as Ezio's body rubbed itself against yours with every gallop and bumpy cantering the horse made. Wether it be his upper thighs softly caressing the backside of your thighs or the warmth of his sweaty robes clinging itself onto your back, it was enough for your mind to wander towards more bare skin.

'Bambini, there are more parts of me that they have seen. And besides, you are still too young to be putting your nose inside of my younger years.' You grinned softly. 'I don't find you that old.' 'Oh?' 'How old are you? 40?' You asked. 'I wish,' Ezio said, almost daydreaming. 'But alas, I am forty-five.' 'forty-five sounds...' 'Old? Don't be shy, mia signora, I won't bite.' The soft rumbly undertone of his voice was melodic. His talk was never mundane.

'Forty-five sounds ripe.' If you were able , or rather, if you dared to face Ezio you knew that he would be taken aback. You continued. 'A perfect age where experience, wisdom and vigor is combined. Well, it depends on the individual, but you have the right combination; You have a lot of vigor,' His arms slightly embraced you tighter. 'You have experience,' He tugged onto the reigns, expertly, causing the fleshy stallion to prance, exposing the strenght and beautiful anatomy of the animal. 'And wisdom.' And he stood halt in front of his mansion. The mansion where he inhabited the role of mentor, brother, son and lover.

'I feel honored, truly. You may be young, (Y/N), but your mind is beyond your years. I have a friend whom you may like to talk to. Nicollo Machiavelli. Do you know him?' You shook your head. 'I have never heard of messere Machiavelli.' 'Understandable,' Ezio handed the reigns over to the stable boy, a meager young man whose hands had more capacity than his head.

The night might have brought a serenity with her for those whom were able to seek it, but for you there was none to find. The only presence that kept you company, sadly enough, was a bird who kept on singing its weeping lullaby. You just wanted Ezio to be here in this guest room, only him and you. It musn't be moans and brushes and kisses and touches, that enigmatic warmth and intimidation that was present around him was more than enough. How you would've regretted it to wake up the next morning, if you had found the will to sleep, only for this place to be without any trace of Ezio's presence.

An onimous silence brooded. Ezio couldn't be asleep, not yet. And you knew that well enough. You had silent hopes on Ezio coming through your door when you took a porcelain oil lamp holder in your hands and hesitatingly threw it onto the floor. The split second of the oil lamp holder being afflicted by deepend cuts that spread itself rapidly all over the object until it shattered into a mess of piercing shrieks made you shiver as the next second was overflowed by the complete silence of the night. It took less than a minute when you heard heavy stomping coming nearer and nearer. The door opened and exposed Ezio, whose chest was heaving and sighs were heavy, in only his loosened chemise and -Oh, how daring- open breeches. He locked eyes with you before turning his gaze towards the sharp mess on the floor.

'(Y/N), oh dolce madre di Gesù. What did you do now, kid. You could've hurt yourself.' Kid. His vague thinking had spat out the truth of how he truly perceived you. A child. A naïve and stupid child.

'I'm sorry, I just wanted to write but I accidently pushed the lamp holder away with my arm.' You bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to hide the dispair that one word brought you.

Kid

'Well, don't let me interrupt your writing, then. And don't you make me worry like that again, understood? My old man's heart can't take that.' He grinned at his own words before silence took a hold again; for him it was a sign to walk away and so he did. He walked out, but you (Oh, you!) couldn't help but stay nailed to the ground, your eyes following the trails of wrinkles on the back of his chemise.

'Besides,' You said hesitantly, breaking the silence and breaking his steps. Ezio was not far from the door before heading back to you, awaiting your words at your door frame. He stood there and it was real. This all was real. You called him and now you were obliged to continue.

'I am not a kid. I am nineteen. I am an adult.' Ezio smiled -unknown if it was to laugh at you or to have pity on you-. soft rimples adorned the sides of his eyes. You had no idea of what to expect from him. And weird enough, Ezio came closer. 'I know. But you're still so naïve. Do not feel embaressed for being called a kid. Actually, forgive me, I should not have called you such. You are much more mature than a kid,' You didn't know how to respond, so you just nodded your head in acknowledgement, your lips curling into a faint smile.

'But do I look like a young girl? And I mean, like, a kid girl.' Ezio squinted his eyes faintly and his face was slightly angled to the side, mildly questioning you.

'In what context?'

'Physical appearances.' He couldn't help but laugh quietly, shaking his head. '(Y/N), Ragazza, Yes you look like a young girl, but not a kid,' Ezio paused in his words. And you couldn't help but stray your eyes away from his dilated pupils to the curvy pathway of thick eyelashes that hung like curtains underneath his bottom eyelids. 'Your skin is youthful and supple, your eyes look dull but they are filled with life. Why wouldn't you want these features while you still have them?' For some reason you couldn't fixate yourself on his words. At that moment you felt intoxicated by the subject and wanted to take it a step further. You yearned to fall into his arms for no reason but to feel him. If it was possible, you would've clung your body onto his. You weren't even able to process his words, your mind was to busy wandering towards sensing Ezio to the fullest.

'No. No, no, no,' You shook your head with every word, saying them vaguely and you felt like whining for comprehension. 'Not my skin nor my eyes nor my hair nor my ears. I meant my body. Does my body look mature?' Ezio's eyes seemed to hesitate, trembling, as if he feared to break an oath of chastity. He bit onto the soft tissue inside of his cheek, knowing that your gown was fairly see through; such was exposed by the protrusion of your soft nipples.

'You're wearing a loose nightgown so it's difficult for me to judge. Still I cannot judge from the formal dresses you wear, that would be perverse, (Y/N), you know that.' How willing you were to get an answer out of him. Just a comment on your hips or your soft breasts or the faint curvature from your elegant ankle. Nothing more. Allowing him to whisper it to your curves, letting the words embrace its soft skin.

You tugged onto the collar of your nightgown to push it down your shoulders. Ezio kept silent, unable to predict your actions, and yet, somehow, he was in awe. The cotton night dress slipped down from your body and the unexpected exposure of wind seared your skin. You noticed how he tried to quietly cover his breeches with his chemise. It brought you a sense of victory, knowing that his breath was unstable as he fought against his desire to hold you, to warm you, to love you. He nearly seemed frozen.

'(Y/N)...' Ezio pierced your eyes with an intensity of his. You took hold of his hand and unsurely cupped them around your breasts, insecure of his big hands not being delighted by the size -How silly it might've sounded to him-.

'Is my body mature? Please, Ezio, don't keep your thoughts to yourself.' You had to laugh while saying that, you didn't know wether it was to laugh away the scorching silence or your own slight embaressment of your impusliveness.

Ezio held the soft flesh underneath your breasts and tenderly touched them, sometimes his thumb caressed your nipples before replacing it with the soft touches of his incinerating breath and hunry lips. This feeling was new to you, new but welcoming. A heavy intoxication of his bodily warmth seared your skin, your veins, your blooming flower. Your womanhood was singing with passion, begging for him to make it reach her sweet melodious notes like the upper string of a lute. Ezio's lips traced across your collarbone and planting soft kisses with tenderness up to your neck. You instinctively opened your mouth for only a melodious heavy breath that whispered to Ezio for more.

'Your body is so mature, from your beautiful breast,' His handpalm enveloped your private part, slightly squeezing it before pressing two fingers against your humid crease and clit. 'To the carnal lust that hides inside of your fullgrown womanhood.' He whispered against the beginning of your cheekbone. With tender kisses he drew from your cheek to your lips, reddened and plumped by arousal. He sucked onto your bottom lip before taking all of you in. The meatiness from the kiss moved waves of heavily emotions inside of you. Before you'd know it you had your tongue caressing his. Ezio smothered a groan in your mouth. He tasted of wine, tons of glasses to drown the loneliness and create the illusion of a company that was just the two-sidedness of his tipsy subconciousness. His shirt was pulled over his head with an impatient tremble and you know how he slowly came to implode by all of the sensory goodness.

He carried you onto the bed. Ezio's body was fit for his age; broad, muscled an yet soft, but not that soft. His hands wandered towards the rim of his breeches to pull them of, but he came to a halt, leaking the trimmed hairs that led to his manhood. A realistion had hit him.

'Bella,' He spoke. 'You're a virgin, true? Pardon me if I'm incorrect.' You nibbled on your lip. 'Yes.' He hummed. The hum didn't seem one of desire nor out of regret. 'I don't want to put myself on display immediately because that would make you uncomfortable as it is your first time.' A warm sensation formed in your heart. He cared. He truly cared. It made you trust him even more and you were sure he wouldn't hurt you, not at all. His mouth opened, wanting to speak further.

'When was the last time you had your menstrual cycle?' He asked. You let out a breath as you thought about it. 'More than two weeks ago, why?' Oh, how limited your sexual knowledge was and how you were ashamed of it. 'To make sure you won't carry my child.'

Ezio came onto the bed to hover you. 'I'll make sure you never want to share the bed with no other man except for me.' He whispered. Ezio flowered blooming kisses onto your neck as his hand began playing with a single breast, giving love and affection to it. You expected the soft trails of his fingers to set its odyssey towards your womanhood, but he stopped, resting the palm of his hand onto your lower stomach. 'Calm down, bella, you are way to tense.' You didn't even realise how the muscles in your neck had moved against his mouth the lower his hand went or how your eyes counted every indivual speck of grayed out plasterwork that was spreaded across the ceiling as a way to escape the anxiety of the moment.

'I'm sorry,' You said with a breathless grin, trying to laugh away the strain that was poured upon your shoulders.

Ezio's fingers slowly slid down your stomach towards your womanhood as he murmered against you neck how it was okay to feel frightened by the idea of a man seeing her so bare and vulnerable. The first touch against your clitoris, so careful and feathery, had the small and swollen pearl craving for more of the sensational ecstacy. He began playing with it; rubbing, turning, licking and sucking. The closeness and scorching warmth of his mouth against your private part was as loving as it was undressing you from your shame. How you were so riled up that even the most repulsive persons could be seen as appealing if they'd stood in front of you as Ezio was making the tension inside of your folds build up. The warmth of his humid tongue against such an intimiate place felt unexplainable good, so good even, both to you as to him, that glistening streaks of Ezio's salive rolled down your fold onto the white bedsheets.

You gripped Ezio's hair. Your pelvis was raised and back was arched as you felt the sweetness of the upper snare of a lute being played on your womanhood. Your mouth opened and a long lasting moan emitted from deep down your throat as the shuddering sensation overwhelmed you.

Ezio's lips curled into a smirk. 'We are not done yet, ragazza,' He said mischievously. 'But firstly I will need to break your hymen, so it'll be easier for me to enter you.' And there was that small speck of anxiousness again, slowly growing. The flushed colour withdrew itself from your face. 'How will you do that?' You asked with a hint of concern in your voice. Ezio's body hovered yours again and he began sucking your neck with the moist of his mouth. '(Y/N),' he whispered against your skin. '(Y/N),' He whispered again. And again. And again. Ezio massaged your jaw with his hands and locked eyes with you. 'I will enter you with two of my fingers so your vagina will get used to penetration, then i'll slowly go in deeper until it will be a tad easier to enter you.' 'Will it hurt?' You asked, unsurely. 'It can feel a little bit uncomfortable, but not painful.' You gave an understanding nod. 'Do you feel ready, (Y/N)?' And You nodded again.

Ezio's torso embraced the side of your body as his lips found their way to the sweet spot at the end of your jaw and let it be overwhelmed by the humid heat of his mouth. You were pushed back on the crooked duvet with the utmost tenderness of his hand and you could feel how alive his erection was as it slightly sunk into the flesh of your thigh. Ticklish strokes were made by his fingers whom were slowly removed from the rounds of your breast to set its journey to bring itself in between your thighs. He opened them, slowly, and as soon as your womanhood was fully unveiled in front for his eyes -again- his warm hand squeezed your inner thigh before immediately cupping your bush.

Ezio's kisses kept growing onto your neck and breast as his other arm had been slithered underneath your back to embrace it, pushing your side closer against the heat of his body. Both his middle and index finger began to move across your slit, and he did that a few times, and then he twirled his fingers against your hot and naked flesh to cover them with your natural wetness. The sweetness of his kisses began to vanish as you were focusing more on the interaction of time and the distance of his fingers that slowly began to emerge into one puddle of subconscious fear and confusion -which you covered by an arbirtrary and unspontanious grin-. Ezio placed the tip of his fingers against your opening and slowly wiggled them not even half an inch inside of you. He looked at you. 'Are you hurt?' You shook your head, scared that an emitted word from your throat would ruin the state of false, but striking, serenity you were able to put yourself in. Ezio slowly pushed in deeper and wiggled his fingers slightly before taking them back to the beginning of your openening, but not out, to cover it with more lube that was the most present at your crease. And so he did that again and again until the feeling of pinched and uncomfortable skin had passed and his fingers had an open way towards the unknown depths of your body.

Ezio let his fingers return to the fresh air and kissed you passionatly on your lips. 'Good girl.' He whispered against them. And that was when it happened. Ezio stood up from the bed and began opening his breeches, the profits of plundered money slid down his toned legs and he pushed the trousers at his ankles of with his feet.

It was intimidating and...surreal. You had seen penisses before, but on statues which were a state of purity and modesty, but this. You were doubting if he was able to fit as the comparison of size between his fingers and his manhood was draconian. It stood erect and a few droplets of precum shone on top of his glans.

Ezio hovered you and his stubble tickled the skin around your mouth as he kissed you. His breath came in heavy and irregular parts through his nose and brushed your top lip as his hands had pressed you against his body. His erection was pressed against your body. Ezio gripped your inner thigh to place it over his back and you could see how his eyes were in a half open state of intoxication, his mouth -also- half open and forming a faint grimace. He took his penis in his hand and guided it towards your entrance and slowly put it inside of you, just a little bit. He used the same method as he did with his fingers until the uncomfortable pushes had vanished and he was able to enter you fully.

You felt filled, literally. At first, the slow thrusts were numb until your wetness had come much quicker and in a bigger amount which made the thrusts more rapid, rougher and painless. Ezio's mouth stood agape with soft grunts emitted from it.

And suddenly you felt it. A slow but emotionally overwhelming sensation of building up ecstacy was present the more he thrusted and the more the warmth and the nearness of his bare pelvis pushed against yours. You let yourself listen and observe the orders of your body and automatically widened your thighs for Ezio to thrust in deeper. He kept thrusting in, and with each thrust you gripped his thigh, underneath the fold of his buttocks, and tried to push him in deeper as the building up sensation became sweeter and sweeter and the private parts began to throb agressively. You felt that you were almost there and so did Ezio.

You arched your head back and the sweet sensation of Ezio's scorching body against yours, his lenght filling you and his face burried in your neck overwhelm you. You thought your womanhood was about to burst as so much power and energy came from it and you kept squeezing your eyes until Ezio's grunts vanished in your neck with the warm seed that had been spilled inside of you.

All of this was intense. Unbelievable even. You were in bed with an infamous murderer, the blood of tens and hundreds of people sticking in between his fingers and dried onto his armour, and yet he was naked and vulnerable and tired in your embrace. A man in his forties skin on skin with a sensitive youth. Both committed and so alive. You wondered if more days like this were going to come or if that would be an illusion for the pleasure of your mind and that this was just the only time Ezio was able to give in to your sensuality. But for the moment you didn't care. You were both naked, satisfied and intoxicated.

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suganovakawa · 4 years

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𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .

PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem!reader , platonic hajime iwaizumi x fem!reader

GENRE : angst , romance

WARNINGS : cursing , car accident , amnesia recovery

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 < [ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄

what is hajime’s deal ? what did oikawa do to him to get him so upset ?

word count : 1.3k

SAUDADE

( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀you weren't an idiot. you know, damn well at that, you are far from an idiot. and you sure as hell hoped hajime didn't take you as one. you lost your memories, not your common sense.

⠀it was quite obvious that hajime had that oikawa boy pinned up against a wall, and not in the dreamy way fanfictions like to describe it as. no, there was definitely unwanted tension between the two; it was evident they didn't like each other. despised each other, even. whether you had known of this before or after your incident, you wouldn't have been able to remember something like that.

⠀you really, truly hoped hajime didn't underestimate your observation skills, or your common sense. any random passerby would've seen the anger blazing those olive hued irises of his as he glared down at your classmate. was it coincidence that it was oikawa of all people that you two happened to bump into after school? you wouldn't have known of the brunet's reasons to have stayed at seijoh; then again, it probably wasn't any of your business.

⠀you wanted to speak up and confront iwaizumi as you had turned the corner - he was fast, but not fast enough to back up from the other before you laid eyes on the two boys. if the atmosphere between the three of you alone wasn't suffocating, you might've. it wasn't like you were afraid of confronting him. he seemed like a reasonable person, open to communication.

⠀in truth, it was oikawa you were worried about.

⠀the poor guy turned pale, the color draining from his skin when you entered the scene. as to why he had such a pitiful reaction, you wouldn't be able to guess. from the looks of his typical poise and attitude during school hours, he certainly didn't seem like the weak, bashful type. and according to hajime, he too had played volleyball alongside him. however, the universe seemed to not want you to know of their current relationship status - every time you asked, distractions would get in the way of an answer. in this scenario, oikawa’s silent plea for an escape was what drove you to play the oblivious card. the relief that shone in both of their eyes as you turned around to walk away sent your stomach in nervous turmoil.

⠀come to think of it, you were pretty kept in the dark about all of this. you only knew as much as hajime was willing to tell. the idea of asking others wasn't appealing to you yet; hajime seemed to be quite content being the only individual answering all of your questions. and while you were more than grateful for his assistance and his company alike, there was always that voice in the back of your head trying to reach out to you, but you had no idea what it was trying to say. it was too blurry to be put into words.

⠀you waited in front of aoba johsai with your arms crossed loosely at your sides, waiting for iwa to take you home as he had been insisting to everyday this week. whether he wanted this to occur everyday or not, that’s what it seemed like to you. you didn’t mind, but you wanted to branch out and find out who your other friends were. you spoke to the volleyball team at lunch time, and you enjoyed their company tremendously. alas, it was the only time of day you were able to give them, as hajime was quick to escort you everywhere, practically glued to your hip.

⠀the thought of you two being in a relationship crossed your mind, more times than one. it would be a valid explanation for his behavior. he acted the way a boyfriend should - walking you to and from school, helping you with assignments and keeping you company after hours, even offering to carry your belongings when you can clearly do it yourself. you appreciated and acknowledged the chivalry, but when it became too out of hand, you were curious. if you two were an item before your accident, was there a reason he hadn't told you yet? you remembered quite clearly what happened that first day you woke up in a hospital bed, he made it clear that you and him were just friends - nothing more, nothing less - but his behavior has been convincing you otherwise.

⠀"hajime - " you were cut off by the way he gripped your wrist - firm, but nothing that could hurt you. you wouldn't have been able to pull away if you wanted to, though. his strength outmatched yours. your words caught in your throat, he was angry, very angry. the scowl painted on his face frightened you; you hadn't seen him act this way all week. was this oikawa's fault? what could he have done to make him this worked up?

⠀"hajime, please slow down. i can't keep up with you pulling me around like this." your voice was solid enough to knock him out of his frustration, he jolted a bit and loosened his hold on your wrist so you could pull back. his hands clenched into fists, but you could tell he had calmed down. not all the way, but he was sensible. you were on your guard. usually you could read him like a book - he was always open to you. now, there was no telling what he was going to say to you next.

⠀"y/n, i have a request for you." his voice was quiet, soft spoken - as if projecting any louder would let off a bomb. "of course, you're not obligated to, but i would really, really appreciate if you could do this one thing for me."

⠀"sure, it's the least i can do to repay the kindness you've showed me all week. i can handle a simple request." your body was tense, and so was his. however, the tension was created from two different reasons. "what do you need from me, hajime?"

⠀"stay away from oikawa."

⠀you blinked. "excuse me?"

⠀"as far away as you can, don't let him talk to you, don't let him step near you, nothing. you shouldn't be with someone like him." your eyes shot open wider as your feet abruptly ceased walking, your chest dropping to your stomach as he caught onto your reaction. you didn't need to open your mouth, he knew exactly what you wanted to say. "he doesn't look like it, but he's a bad person, y/n. you don't need him in your life, you're better off without that germ infecting it. he's done bad things - especially to you. i don't need to remind you, i'll just plague your thoughts with bad things. you don't need to hold that burden."

⠀the vendetta he held against oikawa sent goosebumps through your body, and it wasn't anything comfortable. now he's telling you that he knows something about you he never bothered to tell you about before? didn't you have a right to know? if oikawa hurt you, shouldn't it be your business so that you yourself can judge if you should stay away from him or not? his lack of logic was beginning to concern you, but the glare in his eyes stated clearly that he was taking no argument. and since he was the one with all of his memories, you really had no room to impose.

⠀"... yeah. got it. oikawa bad. very bad. do not engage." hearing your compliance flipped a switch, he smiled brightly and nodded.

⠀"i knew i could count on you, y/n. believe me, you're much better off this way. the things he's done, are completely unforgivable. if you had your memories, you'd agree with me."

⠀maybe, but you wanted to be the judge of that.

a / n : this stupid taglist almost made me cry i had to do it six times because tumblr kept glitching on me n my dumbass kept forgetting to save it BAHAHAHA

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toshis-switch · 3 years

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judge my sins | oikawa tooru x reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: very suggestive but nothing explicit (implied femdom/sub!oikawa), fem!reader, royalty!au (prince oikawa and advisor y/n), infidelity, the reader is mean to his wife after his wife draws a knife on him lmaooo, cursing

i drew inspiration from his wife from m-word in @noya-sleftankle's poker face so if u want to imagine it as her be my guest

reblogs/replies are much appreciated esp with some feedback/comments!! <3 please take care of yourselves, take your meds, drink some water, have a snack or go to sleep :)

you know, that at the end of the night, that it’s you he’ll be thinking about, and you take that, using it to your advantage.

you are dressed to the nines, the long ball gown you adorn reaching the floor, yet the tasteful slit exposes more skin than usual. people try to talk you up, but you have, really, one true reason for being at the ball tonight. prince oikawa would stay in the palm of your hand whether he wanted to be there or not.

alas, he enters the ballroom with his betrothed, a girl from a neighboring kingdom, and wouldn’t know the difference between her left and right foot even if you told her. too arrogant for her own good despite having nothing to offer the world, she thinks that all of the eyes will be trained on her, when in reality, no one spares more than a millisecond in glancing in her direction, her fiancee included.

what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, though. and it’s not like she knows much at all.

you are the prince’s royal advisor, his right hand, the brains behind the operation.

the person whose name he moans at night. that’s you, no one else.

he makes his rounds with the ditzy girl glued to his arm, and when he reaches you, you sense the surprise at your gown and how you look exactly like the seductress he dreams of. you know him enough to notice how his gaze shifts for a millisecond before plastering on a fake smile.

“advisor y/l/n.”

you curtsy to both of them, but your body is mainly angled towards him, the action allowing him to sneak a peek under your low cut gown. you know he glances at it; after all, you are his, as he is yours.

“good evening, your highnesses. lovely to see you as well.” you smooth out your dress. “i hope you enjoy yourselves at the ball.”

“yes, this is wonderful,” he murmurs. “i hope to catch you for a waltz.”

“whatever pleases you, sir, i am obliged to follow.”

it’s ironic, the titles you use for him in public, knowing that the roles absolutely reverse behind closed doors. you are too alluring for him not to submit to. it’s a tragedy that you were not born into royalty, but at this point, he thanks the heavens that he still gets to feel your skin against his.

he and the princess walk away from you, though he spares you a glance over his shoulder as you take a sip from your flute of champagne.

the music starts, and it’s a slightly uptempo, but still moderately timed waltz. one of the princes from a neighboring kingdom (though, in some fashion, a rival one as well) takes you for a spin around the ballroom, the attention of the crowd in between the two of you and the crowned prince himself.

“prince sugawara, you had never told me that you were such a good dancer. i would have danced with you much sooner had i known.” you smirked at him.

“all things come in their time,” he teases back. “besides, most of the kingdom is watching the both of us. tonight is the biggest ball of the year, after all.”

“yes,” you affirm. “perhaps you’re not so bad after all, your highness.” you smile at him. you continue to dance for two more songs, before tooru decides that, yes, he had enough of seeing you with him.

“may i have a dance?” tooru murmurs. he ignores his betrothed's glare at the both of you, obviously wanting his attention. “prince sugawara.”

“prince oikawa.” sugawara nods. “wonderful ball we have here this evening.”

“yes, advisor y/l/n planned most of it, it ought to be good.” tooru nods at sugawara. “but i’m confident that you know that.”

“yes,” sugawara smirks. “wonderful job, advisor.”

“they are a fine asset to our kingdom.” tooru affirms. “let us go, advisor?”

“yes, your highness.” you go to take his arm, but sugawara, never one to miss a chance to mess with the other prince, pulls you towards him, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“i suspect some thanks is in order for that. alas, i simply wanted to see how our little prince fairs when i spend time with what is his.”

you pull him towards you, whispering in his ear that he is just as much yours as you are his, and that tooru knows that as well.

you curtsy towards sugawara, bidding him a good evening, before making your way back towards tooru, who has a scowl on his face.

“i don’t like to be kept waiting,” he says, taking you for a spin around the ballroom as the same waltz begins again.

“i know how impatient you are, my prince, but you need to wipe that scowl off of your face.” you squeeze his hand, hoping that your touch will make him ease up. it does, though just by a tad.

“are we still meeting tonight?”

“if you would like, my prince. my chambers are always open to you, after all.”

“about three quarters of the hour after the ball ends, i will be there.” he guides you for a spin, then moving you into a dip.

“careful there, your highness,” you smirk at him as he pulls you back upright. “you wouldn’t want anyone seeing more of me than you have, would you now, darling?”

“simply giving them a look at what they can’t have, love. fret not, for i am as much yours as you are mine, yes?”

“of course, your highness.”

never one to break a promise, tooru meets you at your quarters, and as your hand wraps around his neck while he fucks you, the red marks that will be left on his otherwise untainted skin will remind him that it is you he loves.

the next morning, after he slips away to retreat back to his betrothed, you kneel on the side of your bed to pray for forgiveness, and that whatever deity listens to your pleas knows not to judge you for your sins but for the contents of your heart.

what you also know, though, is that this won’t be the last time you’ll be praying for forgiveness. after all, it hasn’t stopped you from taking him again and again, has it?

as tooru’s wedding to the princess draws closer, though, you see him less and less. it doesn’t stop altogether, not until the day he is married. and after watching the prince get married to the princess, you let him pull you aside at the ball that follows.

“i’m afraid i cannot continue our situation, advisor.”

though this day was inevitable, you were still a bit taken aback and hurt. you shake it off, and smile at him.

“of course, sir. if you excuse me, i’d like to adjourn myself from the ball. i have some business with the neighboring kingdom.”

he raises an eyebrow at you. “what is it?”

“just some trade agreements to get in order with the prince. nothing out of the ordinary, i should be back by dawn tomorrow.”

oikawa clears his throat. “will you be seeing prince sugawara?”

“i may run into him, yes.” you fight to hide back a smirk. “we have some things to catch up on.” you curtsy to him. “if you excuse me, your bride is looking quite helpless over there. you must, uh, deal with that, i assume?”

he sighs as she struggles to walk in her big dress (one that she had, no doubt, chosen for herself) and runs to her aid with a plastic smile on his face. you duck out, sighing, but you also know he’ll come back. and you were never one to be wrong.

you could recognize his quick raps upon your wooden door any day, but you are alarmed, knowing that the guards must know that he is at your door. you open it for him, not having slept due to the fact that you had just gotten out of your bath.

he steps through the door without invitation. “good evening.”

you raise a brow at him. “very rude of you to intrude, sire. what is it?”

he turns to face you. “you know what i want.”

“tell me.” you don’t miss a beat, never one to let yourself be taken by surprise or seen vulnerable.

he takes a step closer to you. “you already know. i don’t want it to seem that i think less of you and have to say what is in between the lines.”

you smirk, looking at him in disdain. “spell it out for me, tooru. tell me how i am the only one that you want, that i’m the only one that can satisfy you, and that you belong to me.”

“no.”

“fine.” you motion towards the door with your eyes and a quirk of your head. “get out.”

“i am your king-”

“and what am i? who am i?”

the air is silent, poised with words unsaid and memories of the unholy things.

“you…” he takes another step closer to you. he caresses your cheek as you feel your back press against the cold stone wall of your palace chambers, but you both know who remains in control.

you’d never thought a king would kneel in front of you, especially in your own chambers, but he is on his knees, his head bowed like you were a deity sent to be in his presence, like he was unworthy to serve you, let alone be in your presence.

“you are the person who owns me, body, heart, mind and soul.” he murmurs to you. “and i am but your humble servant.”

“good. up, tooru.”

god, he was addicted to the way you said his name.

“be good for me.”

not once is he not touching your body that night, whether it be his hips, fingers, or tongue flush against your skin. it brings him to tears, the amount of pleasure he gets from just being around you. it astounds him, baffles him, even, how much power you have over him, but it’s where he feels the most alive.

when he is in your arms, fast asleep, you stare at the ceiling, asking the gods to judge your sins—you’re no longer afraid of what they could put against you.

you love him, after all.

his wife corners you the next day. you’re not surprised, considering her aggression and possessive nature. the kingdom may not see past her facade, but you see firsthand her monstrosity of a personality.

“what did you do with him?” she says, holding a dagger to your neck. you roll her eyes at her cheesy antics.

“you know what i did to him.” you smirk at her. “go ahead. put that knife in my neck. and never feel his touch ever again.”

her glare falters, her grip on her dagger loosening, and you take it out of her grasp.

“he will never need you like he needs me, never want you like he wants me, and never fuck you like he fucks me. you are disposable, and you will never be his.” you take her dagger with you as you walk to the other side of the castle to attend a meeting, but not before she attempts to tackle you. you merely take a step to the side as she faceplants on the floor. you look down at her desperation, wanting to make her plead.

“please…” she murmurs helplessly. “no more.”

you lean towards her on the ground.

a simple word of dissent falls from your lips as her tears begin to cascade.

“why?”

“because i can’t give away what’s mine, can i?”

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