#lord this was difficult to pull off but I did my best.
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#hollow knight#godmaster dlc#the knight (hk)#godseeker#lord this was difficult to pull off but I did my best.#doodle
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eddie x reader
a follow up to this prompt by @rebelfell
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tw: angst, smut, minors fuck off pls teasing? is that a trigger idk.
“we need to talk.” the conversation we’ve been waiting for after you catch your best friend getting head finally unfolds
“We need to talk.”
Your blood ran cold, ice in your veins it was practically prickling your skin. The heat on your cheeks bloomed and your gut quaked at the sight of him, covered.
Play dumb! It’ll work!
“I , m-mean, now?— like right now? You have cum- company! a guest— we can talk later, yeah?”
The stuttering, calmly hands and the sweat gathered under your arms— you were a one woman walking circus, missing the clown nose.
“Why are you being so weird?” He leans into your doorframe, tattooed arms cross over his broad and glistening chest.
The flush still in his cheeks almost brought you to your knees, but it was the single flick of his tongue on his lips that had you melting and wishing he had licked your lips instead. Fuck.
“… besides, you already interrupted my guest, so she left—”
Your ears perk up at the mention of said whore leaving your apartment, and your eyelashes bat open, “she left? Why?”
Eddie huffs and puts his tongue in his cheek like he can’t believe you’re being so stupid.
“Cut the shit, okay? Will you just be an adult for a second?”
The smile on your lips falls and you take a step back towards your bed setting your keys down on the nightstand. The silence is anything but quiet. The energy was chaotic and shooting like daggers much like Eddie’s eyes into yours.
“Well?” he asks dramatically, raising his eyebrows to try to get you to speak.
Play dumb— it’s working!
“Well what?” you muse innocently.
“What the fuck was that?” Eddie spits, any softness he brought into this situation had fizzled—dead at the door.
“I—”
“Forget how to knock?”
“No—”
“Suuuure, you just thought you’d what? Barge in, ignoring our code?”
“I didn’t—-there was no hot water! You forgot to pay the water bill!”
“That’s not how water bills work.”
You stand stunned— mouth open to argue but nothing will even come out.
“It’s the water heater for this shitheap building that’s out— if you don’t believe that I paid the bill—call the water company yourself.”
“…oh.” your voice is small, quiet almost unheard.
“Wow, really great apology.”
“Oh relax! Just call her back and explain it was a mistake, who cares? She shouldn’t be so uptight.”
Eddie is fuming, blood rushing to his head as he tries not to yell out right. But fuck you were being so difficult.
“Ya know… I didn’t say shit when you had Harrington tied to your bed posts and you couldn’t undo the knots— did I? Nope—not a fucking word, I just cut him loose and acted like nothing ever happened!”
You wince, who knew knots were that hard to unlace?
“That was different!”
“Or the multiple times I caught the fuckin’ Chief slipping out of your room at 5 AM? I even bummed him a cigarette for his morning coffee!”
Your jaw hung to the floor, you didn’t know Eddie had any idea that you’d been sleeping with Hopper.
“So? What—we’re just airing out dirty laundry now?” you could be venomous too, your rattle sounding off ready to strike.
“How many months did you try gettin’ into Mary’s pants before you dumped her because she’s married to Jesus Christ her Lord & Savior? Her name is Mary for fucks sake! Not hard!”
His face pulls to anger, “don’t be a bitch!”
“And where’s Gareth? Never see him around anymore, maybe it’s because you ran over his d—.”
“That was an accident! I honked and he never moved!”
“He was deaf Eddie!” you yell back into his face, “or! How about the time I had to pick you up from the Hideout because you got so drunk you pissed your pants?”
“That was YOU!”
The two of you were standing nose to nose, shouting accusing each other of shit that didn’t even matter. Eddie had your back and you’d have his until the end. Cradle to the grave.
But this was different, you weren’t fighting like siblings or friends, you were both screaming as if you were in pain.
He’s the first to move, shaking his head and turning towards the door. when he speaks his voice is low, angry.
“When my door is shut don’t open it—turn your ass around and fuck off, got it?”
His words split your skin, vining through your body like sharp thorns. The hot spill of tears were welling in your eyes.
“Sorry to bother you, asshole— won’t happen again.”
He’s on the opposite side when you slam your door in his face. The rain brewed and stewed and finally was ready to fall from the clouds in your eyes.
Why were you acting like this?
Grabbing your keys you set to leave again, needing an escape so he couldn’t hear your wailing cries. But again— when you opened the door, he was still standing there, only this time he looked pissed.
“Move.”
He brushes you off as if he didn’t even hear you, “enough.”
“Eddie, get out of the way!”
“Do you know how many nights I listened to you fake it for this fuckheads?” How long
I’ve waited for you to admit it?”
He shuts your door behind him as he pushes his way inside.
“Admit what?”
“C’mon, baby— we haven’t been friends for a long time, not really.”
You’re confused and on the verge of tears, “what?!”
Eddie presses forward, head tilted down at you.
“Those douchebags you bring here can’t handle you the way I know you need…coming home to see their boots by the front door makes me absolutely despise you.”
“Who gives a shit? I trip over skanky high heels sometimes too.”
You were missing the point he was trying to make, way over your head.
“Never satisfied when they leave…that little vibrator in the top drawer is not as quiet as you think it is.”
You were throbbing, aching… how did he know?
He inches forward, and you double back towards the door.
“I—”
“Pretty little moans on your lips just minutes after they leave…‘m not stupid sweetheart, I know you do it on purpose— parading around the apartment in your little shorts, never wearing a bra… you’re a tease.”
He wasn’t right. He couldn’t be! Right?
“I hate you, Eddie.”
He stalks forward like a predator eyeing its prey, a stupid smirk on his face.
“No— No I don’t think you do. I think you’re so fucking wound up about me, jealous... It’s alright, I get it. I bury myself in bitches so you’ll get out of my head.”
He takes a ragged breath, his eyes pitch dark, and your back hits the door, he closes in around you, his arms on either side of your head.
“I fucking hate you, princess. I hate that it doesn’t work.. you’ve made me jealous for too fucking long.”
Your body was screaming, angel and devil on your shoulder dancing and holding hands rooting you on.
“H-how long?”
His hand falls to your chin, pulling down your bottom lip.
“Senior year. Hellfire. You laughed at one of Jeff’s stupid fucking jokes and my blood ran cold. I wanted you to look at me like you looked at him. That was just the first time I realized I wanted you.”
You shudder, fingers running along his chest, playing with the chain on his neck, “why not say anything?”
“Didn’t wanna ruin this.”
His lips nearly touch yours, he’s leaning in so close. And you don’t pull away.
“I think it’s pretty clear that our friendship is over, Eddie. I fucking hate you.”
“I hate you, too sweetheart.”
The tension is thick, spinning with bated breath and sexual desire.
“So, we hate each other?”
“Yep.” Eddie muses, angling your chin so he can see your neck.
“…and we aren’t friends?”
He nods silently, pressing his nose to your cheek, “seems to be that way.”
“You’ve ruined everything.”
“Good,” he all but whispers into your ear.
“..a perfectly good pair of underwear.”
His breath hitches in his throat, and he licks his lips. “Can’t have that.”
“No, not at all,” you tease, thumbing at your waistband and letting your shorts hit the floor.
He steps back to examine you with wide eyes, letting them narrow as he bites his lip, looking you dead in the eyes.
“I’m gonna fuck you exactly how you need to be fucked.”
Pulling him back into you by his chain necklace you ask centimeters from his lips, tasting the heat from his mouth, “what are you waiting for?”
He takes a deep breath, hovering his mouth over yours, “nothing, not anymore.”
His tongue hits you first, electric like an eel on your lips, his breath hot as fire. You moan out when his hands grip your ass, pulling you into him with such force you could have toppled over.
Eddie is loud too. Groaning with each swipe of your tongue against his.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long, baby.”
His dick is pressed into your middle, hard and kicking up as your hands reach into his hair, pulling you closer to him as if he were a rope and you were climbing a mountain.
He pulls you away from the door to get a quick slap to your ass. Rough and hard and you’re mewling, his rings stinging your skin.
Your lips close to his ear you whisper “Eddie… please.”
He pulls away after leaving a mark on your neck.
“You don’t have to beg, I’ll give you whatever you need, however many times you want it, honey.”
His fingers dip into your waistband around your hips as he slides your panties down to your thighs. “Let me see that cunt, show me what I did to you.”
You step out of your panties and he lowers himself to the floor on bent knees. “Jesus Christ, look how pretty she is, ‘m gonna eat this pussy till you cum all over my face.”
You nod dumbly, body on fire from his words, the lust of having his hands touch you in places he never had, places you dreamt he would, has your mind spinning.
His bangs tickle your inner thighs, breath fanning on your clit, thumbs spreading you open. He sucks in a breath, whistling low.
A single flick of his tongue— that’s all it takes for your eyes to roll, for your back to bend in an arch like you were being exorcized of hell’s worst demons. Your fingernails scratching into the door trying to anchor yourself from grinding on his face until his nose broke.
He spits, watching it drip down to your cunt, “don’t ask me to stop.”
Diving in, his tongue is everywhere. Lapping you up, sucking your clit into his mouth. Swirling around like you would while eating an ice cream cone. Your chest heaves and your thighs tremble as he hooks one over his shoulder pressing into him and he gently pushes it back into place, his eyes never leaving your body.
When it happens again, he shoves it down with force, nipping at one of your thighs, his lips shiny and wet he groans, “keep ‘em put.”
The tip of his middle finger pushes into you, and you squeak out a gasp, leaning forward off the door to take a look at him, and he nearly laughs, “jesus, you’re tight sweetheart, gonna need to work you up a bit.”
He smiles before attaching his mouth to your thigh, sucking a bruise as he fucks you with his fingers, adding a second that’s easier than the first. Your body rolls with his motions, pushing back against him and you know your orgasm is about to snap.
His tongue replaces his fingers and the heat in your stomach releases, untying the white knot and spilling over his lips as you scream out his name.
“Thatta girl, fuck look at you, Christ.”
Your eyes open, a strange drunk feeling taking over, as if you were high on a cloud and falling gracefully back to the earth. Opening to see the blackened eyes of the guy you’ve called your best friend for years, and if you would have known his tongue could do that, maybe you would have ruined this friendship a lot sooner.
“Fuck off Munson,” you mutter, out of breath as your foot gently sets on the ground.
“What?” he laughs.
“Just keeping the fact that you eat pussy better than the devil all to yourself huh? Selfish.”
His face splits into a grin laced with evil as he stands, licking his lips, “that’s not all I can do.”
He’s on you in a flash, hoising you up into his arms, and using the other to hastily shove his boxers down. “Can’t go back after this.”
“Oh this is the tipping point? Fucking is gonna ruin it not you just making going down on me?”
He rolls his eyes as he lines himself up with you, “what happened to that sweet girl I used to chase in the trailer park, huh?”
You reach around your legs and grab his thick cock and lightly sink down onto it the head barely pushing past your puffy lips, “fuck…met a boy who grew up and started selling weed out of his van, kind of an asshole, really big dick though.”
He thrusts up into you so hard you nearly see black, vision spotty from pleasure alone, you whine his name and he practically comes undone.
“Don’t.. shit… don’t do that, I won’t last. Those noises haunt me… been wanting to hear them.”
He holds you tight and fucks you slowly, dragging his cock at a ridiculously slow speed. Groaning when you suck him in deep, biting his neck.
“There it is, the noise that started this whole mess.”
He grins into you stupidly, “I’m glad you’re perverted plan worked, you little hussy.”
His hips move faster and your both whining, accompanied by the slapping of skin on skin. “Water heaters’ been out since last week, ‘m not stupid babe, you’re the one who called and asked.”
“Whoops— oh my goddd,” you squeal before you're panting like a dog and clawing his arms with your nails, he was splitting you wide open and you were near to tears.
The tears finally fall when Eddie bottoms out in your cunt, filling you up, grunting your name as he rests his forehead to your shoulder— completely spent.
His lips kiss your collar bone and you twirl a curl away from his face exhausted around his softening length.
“Princess,” he breathes, kissing life back into himself with the sweat from your skin, “if you wanted to fuck, you should have told me sooner, could have saved us a week of cold showers, y’know?”
You kissed his lips, letting him set you down on the bed so you could both lay back in a lazy post sex high, surrounded by your blankets.
“Well maybe you should have fixed it sooner, you are the maintenance manager of the building.”
Eddie grins and pins you onto the mattress, his hair falling into your face, his thumb sweeping over your cheeks to catch a rogue eyelash, “come with me to fix it?”
“Hmm..” fingers moving his hair behind his ear, “you gonna wear that slutty stained white tank top?”
“Slutty? Why, gonna seduce me in the boiler room?” his lips move down your neck and you whimper.
“Maybe…” you tease tickling his underarm, “so if I wouldn’t have barged into your room… what else would you have done?”
Eddie only smiles, thinking of his plan to “break” the air conditioner and hide your hoodies and blankets so you’d have to come to him for warmth.
“Let’s just say, you would have ended up as my girl one way or another.”
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— trickentine જ⁀➴♡ pt.2
pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite!reader
summary: after lord eros' silly little trick, you're now forced to deal with the consequences— more specifically, in the form of a lovestruck luke castellan.
warnings: tons of corny pick-up lines
genre: still very much a romcom
part 1
note: thank you, thank you! all your support for pt.1 means the world to me! really, i couldn't be more grateful 𖹭 i hope you think this brings justice to the first half 𖹭
─── ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ───
“What do you mean you can’t do anything?” You suppressed the urge to shriek, settling for gritted emphasis instead. You crossed your arms across your chest, your foot tapping impatiently against the wooden floorboards of the Big House.
“Exactly what it means.” Chiron responded, looking at Luke with more amusement rather than concern.
“But he's under a spell,” You reasoned in disbelief. You might have spilled over your words while you explained the rundown to Chiron, but they were coherent enough to at least get that point across.
“It’ll wear off eventually, kid.” Mr. D downed an entire can of diet soda in one go before procuring another one in his outstretched hand. He snickered at the intent puppy eyes Luke was giving you. “That type of love magic won’t last long. Best to let it run its course than tamper with it.”
“But–” You wanted to argue before Mr. D stopped you. He pushed his feet up on his desk.
“Look, at least this proves that your boyfriend actually loves you.” He gave you a pointed look. What does that even mean? “Now, leave.”
You huffed indignantly, but decided against speaking further. You begrudgingly turned around and pulled Luke up by his arm, guiding him towards the narrow hallway that led to the foyer.
“When did I become your boyfriend?” Luke huddled closer to you, whispering as you made your way to the front door.
“You didn’t.” You told him plainly. You shook your head. “You aren’t.”
“Yet.” He responded, his tone a bit mischievous but his gaze sure and determined.
─── ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ───
You leaned your elbows against the table of the crowded Arts and Crafts Center, your chin resting against the pad of your thumbs. You studied Luke with a contemplating gaze.
“I hit you with one of Eros’ arrows.” You told him. This was hardly the proper place to have this conversation, but the rest of the Aphrodite cabin practically hauled you to the building to begin Valentinkering? Valenmaking? (whatever in Tartarus they decided to call it this year).
“Well, I guess you could say I’ve been lovestruck by you.” He said, giving you a stupid little wink as he mirrored your posture.
“Gods, Luke. That was corny as hell.” You flushed almost as crimson as the container of beads in front of you. “Also, I’m serious.”
“And who said I wasn’t?” He challenged. He smirked against his fist, wiggling his eyebrows.
You snorted. “The fact that you’re under some valentine voodoo makes all your intentions questionable.”
“You wound me.” He feigned offense, pouting as he clutched at the fabric of his shirt above his chest. “To be fair, my train of thought has always been questionable when it comes to you.”
“On a more serious note, I do remember the whole arrow thing.” He told you, his lips pursed. “I don’t blame you; it was a complete accident. It just feels… odd.”
“Again: unimpressed.” You buried your face into your hands, the second hand embarrassment of his poor attempt at flirting was overwhelmingly potent. Besides, it was difficult not to react when he looked at you so intently, like he was trying to memorize every minute detail of you.
Your ears perked up, worried. “You feel odd?”
“No,” He shook his head. His expression was perplexed, maybe a bit incredulous too. “That’s the thing. I feel completely normal.”
“That is weird.” You agree. You wrap the string in between your fingers around his wrist, measuring it to his size. "Maybe it was just a prank?"
“No. If anything, it’s more like I can’t hold my tongue.” He shrugs. “I can’t help but say what I think.”
“Would that explain the flirting?” You tease. All cheeky, but with a hint of curiosity hidden beneath the humor.
He leaned in, smirking. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
You stare at him, tilting your head. He returns your gaze just as intensely, brown eyes fixed onto yours. He raises an eyebrow as if to question your silence. There was something magnetic between the two of you, pulsing and pulling you closer— maybe not physically, but definitely in other ways unbeknownst to you.
“Woah!” Percy exclaimed with an accusatory edge to his tone, his eyebrows furrowed in disbelief and his palms raised as if to distance himself from you. “Respect for the children, maybe? Consider shielding my young impressionable eyes from this trauma?”
“Percy!” You squeaked rather uncharacteristically. Annabeth trailed behind closely, pushing a leg over the bench to sit beside you. You smiled at her, tugging her closer by placing your arm around her shoulders.
“Annabeth,” Luke called. “Trade places with me.”
Annabeth furrowed her eyebrows in confusion before narrowing her eyes in suspicion. “No.”
“Come on.” He persisted. He leaned in, almost conspiratorial. “You know, the Stoll brothers have an extensive archive, and I think I may have heard word of them having that Rem Kolhaas book you've been raving about."
Annabeth stopped to consider the offer before ultimately conceding. She stood up from her seat. “That’s a big bribe for a small favor.”
“Know what prices to pay to win your battles.” Luke muttered as he sidled up next to you, grinning triumphantly. His fingers played with the hem of your weathered camp shirt. “Sacrifices aren’t much in the face of victory.”
“Did you just use a bad battle strategy as a flirting tactic?” Annabeth scrunched her nose in distaste. “Gross.”
"Done." You finish tying up the ends, letting the red bracelet dangle in Luke's line of vision.
"It looks so pretty, baby." He compliments you, holding out his wrist. You proudly put it on for him. "Not as pretty as you though."
You scoff. Both Annabeth and Percy imitate gagging noises.
─── ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ───
The only time you ever truly left each other’s side were the few moments of reprieve before dinner where you’d returned to your cabins. The older campers insisted on making the meal a whole affair, complete with a romantic candlelit set-up and a string quartet to serenade everyone. Chiron decided to indulge the request and sent everyone back to freshen up.
“Have fun with your boyfriend?”
“Christ!” You jumped in your spot, turning around to see Eros laying on one of the bunks. His arms were tucked underneath his head, his smile suggestive and knowing.
“Lord Eros,” You bowed.
“That is not your shade.” He tutted, pointing to the tinted gloss in your hand. “Too summery for your complexion this time of year. Go for the pink one. He’ll go berserk.”
“Thanks.” You muttered, facing your vanity once more. You dabbed the product against your lips. You sighed as you inspected your make-up. Once more, he was right.
“You didn’t answer my question.” He shifted to his side, looking at you expectantly.
“Yeah, I guess.” You grumbled. You looked down, pretending to look for something in your drawer so he wouldn’t notice the blush creeping up your cheeks. Luke refused to leave your side the entire day— his fingers hooked around the belt hoops of your skirt in one way or another. He made a whole spectacle of it too: his big brown eyes tender, his wistful sighs, his shy grins, his playful winks.
“Good.” He clapped his hands. “Gods, the boy has had a crush on you for forever, you know. It was torture watching him pine over you. I can only take so much longing.”
You froze, staring at him through the mirror. He stared back at you.
“What?”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t know,” He sounded shocked; he was shocked. “You’re a daughter of Aphrodite, how could you not know?! That's like our thing!”
“Well, he hasn’t been obvious, has he?” You rebutted, flicking your wrist.
“Sis, I don’t know what reality you’re living in,” He sat up on the bed, “But that boy wouldn’t know subtle even if it hit him in the face.”
“But surely it’s just because of the arrows.” You rationalized.
“Nuh uh.” He wiggles a finger in the air to deny the accusation. “The arrows you used just accentuate pre-existing feelings. Not make new ones.”
A knock interrupts your conversation. You hurry to fix your hair, brushing it out of the way. Your hands begin to shake with giddy excitement. You feel your heart thrum strongly against your chest, almost wanting to burst out from the confines of your body and find its other half in Luke. Your smile eventually becomes hard to contain.
Eros beams at you, his pupils dilating into hearts again like it did this morning. He opens the door for you and pushes you out. “Have fun with lover boy. Mother sends her regards.”
Luke spins around at the sound of the squeaky hinges. He can't help but pull a hand out of his pocket, his palm lightly grazing his chest. He whistles. “Call me favored by the gods because I think I’ve just entered Elysium.”
“You’ve been with me the whole day.” You responded pointedly, breathless and in love.
“And yet you still manage to take my breath away.” He gasps when you rush into him, wrapping your arms around his nape.
“This is new.” He looks down at you, your noses touching. His hands fall naturally to your hips, his thumbs rubbing against the fabric of your dress. “But definitely welcome.”
You gaze into his eyes before pressing your lips against his. They felt pleasant and pliant against your own. You tugged Luke closer, your fingers twirling through his curls. His hands squeezed your skin. The kiss burned sweetly, almost as if it’s been waiting in anticipation to happen.
When you both separate for air, Luke gently grabs your hands from behind him. He wraps his fists around yours, placing soft kisses on your knuckles. “I’ve been waiting so long for that.”
“So I’ve been told.” You hum. “I figured I might take the first step.”
“Don’t worry.” He presses another kiss against your lips, short and sweet. “I promise to match your pace the rest of the way.”
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abandon all hope.
RATING: explicit. 18+ only. — LENGTH: 9,131— Raphael x f![warlock]tav [reader]
CONTENT: being a patron is being a sugar daddy/mommy you can't change my mind, set during Act II canon, small amounts of alcohol consumption, toxic behavior/ expressions of possession/ownership, "fluff", SMUT [unprotected p in v], KINK(S) [praise kink, orgasm control, hair pulling, biting, scratching/clawing, blood, breath play, dacryphilia, just a little degredation, size], there's a lot of poetry in here I did my best, Haarlep cameo, the least Raphael could've done for killing an Orthon for him is fuck us ffs, have fun thinking Raphael is bad at sex I'm built different, this got out so out of hand
you had become his absolute favorite - his most precious client and prized treasure. it's become increasingly difficult not to admit that you're truly his forever...and he's ready to hear it.
"In a world of horrors where shadows loom,
A tiny creature navigates through certain doom.
A little mouse, determination in its eye,
Hoping this will not be its last heard lullaby."
It would be a lie to say that very voice didn't send the most delightful of shivers down your spine each time it announced his presence to you - you hung on each syllable like he was speaking a new language you were desperate to understand. Though your back was turned to him as the corners of your lips twitched upward you could feel in your soul - the one that no longer belonged to you - that he knew.
Though you may have been doing your best to feign disinterest and even often annoyance at his dramatics, it was no secret that you found him amusing. Fortunately, he happened to feel rather the same, a creeping mirth building in his chest at this familiar performance you were putting on.
"Just when I was beginning to miss your theatrics."
It was only then he realized just how badly he'd yearned to hear your voice again in the time since it had last swam into his ears. Curiously - but perhaps not at all - he felt his mouth go temporarily dry as his next rehearsed verse fell from his mind momentarily. When his silence lingered you filled it gracefully as you knelt before a bucket of water, scrubbing your arms free of the blood that covered them as you worked off the most uncomfortable parts of your armor.
His stumble did not last forever - his practiced words would not go to waste.
"With the battle fought and her patron's foe slain,
She has etched upon her weary soul so very much strain.
With a gentleness most sincere, the Patron offers her rest.
Her wearied body, soon at peace even in her mind,
No longer bound by battles' fierce behest,
Their worries, for a moment, left entirely behind.
For the strongest heroes, too, do need a moment's grace,
To find their strength renewed in the tenderest embrace."
Though his continued lack of transparency was frustrating, particularly after the stretch of days you'd had at his bidding, you noticed the practice lilt in his words, the methodic delivery of his latest poem.
"Have you been practicing poetry for me again, my Lord?" your tone was filled to the brim with the very amusement you felt, amusement that was growing by the moment at the slight waver in his voice, the subtlest indication that now was one of few times his trademark control had faltered. "I must tell you, it really is quite sweet. I've never inspired such before."
Your pleasantries and a title you so rarely chose for him stirred a feeling oh-so rare and delicious in him, a tingle up his spine that spread a wicked grin across his face. Exhausted, and uncaring of the company at the moment you continued your work on seeking your own comfort, continuing to peel armor away from your figure and toss it to the side.
Maybe you knew the lack of attention would agonize him - maybe that was only just more amusement for you. Annoyingly, he was attempting to bury the desires as he always did around you, finding now that the feelings stirring were beginning to gnaw their way out from the inside.
"You flatter me with honorifics yet ignore my presence."
His words had the slightest bit of edge to them and yet the tone in which they were delivered could be described as little more than a purr. It was a tone you'd discovered was reserved to fall on your ears alone - he never spoke to you this way in company, though you didn't doubt others existed that were fortunate enough to hear it. It was delicious - made more-so by the sharpness to them, the gentle bite that warned his limits were being tested.
The fact you only heard it when you were alone meant you seldom travelled with companions for too long, discarding them when your interests were no longer the central focus. It was lonely, but few wanted to be at your side when they discovered the source of your power, and the moments like this reaffirmed your decision each and every time.
"In a land of shadows shrouded with a curse most horrific,
Lies a weary hero, hoping her devil might be more specific.
For if she doesn't soon rest,
Her weary body will be for the shadows to ingest."
There was no denying the radiance and allure in his laughter - it rang out so beautifully it didn't fit in a place like this, it almost wasn't fair for such a joyous sound to ring out in such a cursed land. Now, you couldn't help yourself - you turned to face him with a light smile pulling at your lips, exhaustion written on your face accentuated by the blood of those you'd slain in his name.
It pulled at his heart, something that seldom occurred - you were truly always a sight like this, in his eyes at least.
"Your skills increase tenfold each time we meet," he complimented, the smile settling on his face matched by the pull of the wrinkles beside his eyes. "You were successful in your latest task."
It was a statement - not a question, the wordless affirmation of his continued faith in your abilities. Still, you could've given him a snarky response - the blood covering your body and armor wasn't enough of a clue for him? In truth, though, you'd began to enjoy the moments where he complimented you - even more the rare moment he actually thanked you.
"As always," your coy tone was the final act to try to hide the giddiness you felt now, as well as the fatigue that was slowly overtaking your body. When was the last time you had eaten? When he left would you simply remove the rest of your armor and do your best to build a fire and lay beside it, or would you simply make do with the cold ground beneath you now?
He could sense it; he knew exactly what was on your mind. In truth, your thoughts were mirrored in his - this was no place for someone of your caliber to rest, especially not when you'd been so very good for him already. He'd heard about your camp, of course, but seeing it for himself - well, it really was quite awful.
A snap of his fingers and once again you were in the House of Hope, the unmistakeable extravagant decor a much better sight than the lands you'd been traveling. Though it was a bathroom where you appeared it was already enough to almost bring tears to your eyes - it smelled delightful, a bath was already drawn with bubbles and filling the room with the warmest steam. Unsurprising was the small table beside it filled with fruits, meats, cheeses and wine that made a fresh rumble sound in your stomach.
"It is so very fortunate your generous patron is willing to reward a valiant effort, would you not agree?"
You huffed a breath through your nose as a smile spread further across your fae, heat rising in cheeks as you returned your gaze to his. "And who said devils are selfish?"
His beautiful laughter filled your ears again, the warmth radiating from the fireplace and the bath nothing compared to that which engulfed you just hearing the sound so entirely for you. His movements were smooth as he made his way to the small table, pouring a glass of wine with ease while his eyes stayed on you the entire time.
"You have undertaken quite the ordeal on my behalf, you deserve a proper display of my abundant appreciation," there was the unmistakable purr of sultriness beneath his tone, his strides predatory as he made his way back to you, eyes running up and down your entire frame again before settling on your eyes. "And a bath, though I do so worship the vision of my dark hero covered in the blood of my enemies."
"You show your appreciation by providing me my power."
"And yet," the pause lingered heavily - if you weren't so keen on enjoying everything he had to offer you there would probably be a quip about holding for drama, but now you only looked up at him with wide doe eyes - eager and expectant and deliciously obedient. "I find myself curiously wanting to provide you with more."
The look that was blooming in his eyes was a peculiar one - one of a fondness. He slipped behind you gracefully, one of his hands reaching to grasp your hip and turn you to face an ornate mirror before his arm fully encircled your waist, drawing you back toward his chest. His hand slipped up your body, avoiding any part that would have been too inappropriate to touch without express permission, to grasp your chin, holding your face gently but firmly as he angled it to look in the ornate mirror before you.
"The longer you have my power reflected in your eyes, the more beautiful you become. Wouldn't you agree? You are radiant."
Now it was impossible to pass off the heat that had risen in you as nothing more than the heat from the bath - with his hand just beneath your chin on your neck and his claws digging ever-so-slightly into your skin, the heat had begin to pool at your core. You were still trying to remain focused, to maintain the aura of strength you almost never allowed to falter…particularly around him. But with him pressed to your back and his eyes devouring you in the mirror like a feral animal with a long-awaited meal, there were certain signs from your body that gave you away.
The elevated heart rate. The blown pupils. The pull of your bottom lip between your teeth.
It didn't take any amount of perception to see the signs that were so plainly there, particularly not for a devil who was eager to look for them.
"As you've pointed out, I'm covered in blood."
"A testament to our combined strength, my pet," you were certain with the intensity with which he was staring into your eyes' reflection in the mirror that he had stopped blinking, finding an unchanging face each time your eyes closed briefly. "Do you mind?"
He was offering you the wine glass to free up his hand or to distract yours - it was impossible to tell, really. Regardless of the intent you reached for it, taking a drink and relishing the familiar fire this particular wine ignited in your throat and belly.
Meanwhile his free hand was lightly trailing over the bow to the back laces of your clothing, giving a subtle tug to seek permission as his eyes continued to burn into yours in the mirror. With a nod the laces fell free under the quick work of his fingers - it was somewhat endearing that you knew he could do this with the snap of his fingers, yet he was choosing to do it himself, to peel you apart with his own hands. What you'd been wearing pooled to the ground and revealed the aftermath of your battle in full, all of the bruises and scratches and burns that had no place there…unless they were given by him or on his word.
His hands found your shoulders first and with a familiar warmth your injuries became another part of your past, his eyes trailing up and down your body to ensure all that remained was evidence of injuries not belonging to you.
"Positively resplendent," his breath was hot on your neck as he angled his face closer to yours, his nose brushing behind your ear softly. "A painting of this image would be so suitable for a portrait of us, wouldn't you agree?"
Bravery - it was a characteristic of yours that he cherished nearly more than any other, one that provided endless entertainment (and often worry, though he was hardly eager to admit that). It was the very trait that sometimes pushed you to do or say the very last thing he expected, and yet you still managed to take him by surprise. Even now in his domain was one of those times, your face unwavering and intention resolute as you spoke.
"Not in this form."
All he'd offer in his momentary shock was a raised eyebrow before these features faded and he transformed to the figure he was meant for, wings stretching behind his back as he got more comfortable. This is how he was meant to look - how the two of you were supposed to appear together, the devil and his toy hero, you and the source of your growing power. It would take blindness not to see the radiance with which you two joined together, and even then it was palpable in the air.
Ignoring the many feelings and tensions that crackled between the two of you when you were together was difficult - and growing more impossible by the day.
"This is suitable for the foyer."
He continued to lean down behind you, swallowing you with his true height so he could press a singular kiss behind your ear before straightening his back, his hand that was still flat against your now fluttering stomach pulling you against him tighter. Your skin burned where his lips had graced it - tingling as though his the action was magic. Your body only continued to respond to him with all of the tell-tale signs: a rising temperature, parted lips, blown pupils, quicker breath.
He so adored that you were trying to maintain control - to maintain an unbothered façade.
"You prefer me this way."
It left his mouth as a statement, but you caught the subtle insecurity at the tail of the sentence, the way his words slightly trailed and his eyes flashed with a truth - and hope? - that was so rarely seen.
Was he afraid of your answer?
"You don't need to wear a mask around me," you were quick to silence his doubt and eager to put out a particular fire that threatened everything around it boiling beneath his surface. Your sincerity and sensitivity was hardly what had initially drawn him to you - he loved that you'd always been willing to tell him your mind without a care to whom you were speaking, even himself included at times. "You would know that I preferred you this way if you spoke to me yourself more often instead of sending your little spy."
Suddenly you understood the meaning of the phrase "devilish grin" in a new light.
"Do I detect jealousy, my dear?" he purred as he leaned down toward you again, his breath tickling the back of your ear and neck and his claws dug into your hip slightly. You tried to ignore the flare of heat within you, unwilling to admit it fully quite yet. "A flicker of envy, so very subtle but clear."
You huffed and rolled your eyes in response to his taunt, annoyed he could think of a rhyme so quickly and a charming one at that, and even more annoyed that it worked. Bards.
"Korilla does not enjoy the same…benefits you do," he continued when you offered nothing in response but the puff of air, a reticent hum vibrating in your chest as you raised the cool glass to your lips to take another drink. Your eyes met his in the mirror again as you realized how long they'd been focusing on his hands, allowing your gaze to stay connected as you continued to drink.
Of course, he was hardly one to leave a silence unfilled for long.
"And what of my own feelings?" he questioned, the twitch in his jaw accentuating the frustration behind his words that he was trying to tame. "So many people you meet these days and you haven't shared with a single one where you get your power…"
It was hard to focus on a conversation like this when his claws were now grazing lower down your thigh, red lines painting your skin the evidence the Cambion's claws had been there. In the mirror you could see how he lovingly soaked in the sight of each new mark - of each new claim of his territory. You'd have far more decorations from him by the time you returned to your own camp.
"What am I supposed to think other than you're ashamed of me?"
"No," the rejection of his insinuation came from your lips faster than any reply you'd given before by far, a fact that ticked his lips into a slight smile. Though the two of you teased anda taunted one another often, you were always well aware of the line before you stepped over it. "They wouldn't understand."
"They don't have to understand…they have to respect. Besides, it's not their soul to be bothered with, and you're hardly the only warlock in your little party."
"But they won't. With the Blade of Frontiers it is different…he had no choice, not really. I did - I could've chosen anything else…anyone else. And I chose you."
"Then you will make them."
You could hear the commanding tone he rarely needed to take with you begin to form in his words, a low grumble rumbling against your chest as he spoke. At this point you knew what little remained of his patience was so close to slipping away completely - but you still couldn't stop yourself from testing those tempestuous waters just a bit more.
After all, he needed you alive just as much as you needed him. Harm too serious coming your way was out of the question, and the proof you could take a bit of pain was in the stories that would be told about you and your adventures for years to come.
"It's just another contract to you. What difference does it make?"
The final impertinent word left your lips as his hand grabbed your chin, applying pressure and encouraging you to face him. He loomed over you in this form - a delicious fact - his skin noticeably hotter against yours as he leaned closer, trapping you between his body and the wall. Flames danced in his eyes, the raging inferno matching the temporary flare of anger he felt ignited in his chest. His grip on your face was resolute, thumb and forefinger grasping so hard your cheeks were squished together.
That would certainly keep you from further insult.
"I am so very fond of you, my impudent little mouse. Can you not see that is so?"
You'd been in many dangerous - increasingly so - situations recently, but the fact this one was one of the most was…invigorating. Invigorating in the same way as when he'd first approached you with a deal, in the way he'd complimented a job well done for the first time, in the way he was overjoyed when you returned from your kidnapping. In truth - because you were not foolish enough to deny what was a plainly writ fact - you were well aware you belonged to him in every aspect of the word. It was fun to test what boundaries a relationship like that presented.
Your heart was thudding against your chest harder and faster by the moment as he continued to regard you, fully aware you couldn't respond to his question through the hold he maintained on your face.
"I will not hear more of your ill-mannered mouth while I am being such a gracious host. You are far from 'just another' anything to me…"
There was a sincerity in his words that shattered any possibility of refute.
"…and I will not tolerate our attachment being hidden any longer."
A threat, or a promise? Both were equally exhilarating in their own way. With the expression on his face - furrowed brows, pinched nose, set jaw, and nostrils flaring with each breath - his feelings toward the situation were written plain on his face. He was done arguing - and you'd be foolish to push it.
"Perhaps I could have a collar fashioned for you that only I can remove."
His hand that still held your waist pulled you closer, a muscular tail winding around your lower legs to hold you against him. One of his legs slotted between your thighs as you pressed to him closer, hands clinging to his upper arms still. His face softened somewhat at the closeness, at the shaky breath that slipped past your lips as your eyes stayed oh-so focused on the way his curved into a wicked grin the more the thought blossomed in his mind.
"One that will burn you should you even try to remove it. Or perhaps better yet, a curse," as he spoke you found yourself drawn closer, entranced by the hardness in his pants that pressed to your waist now, chasing a kiss you weren't certain he'd give. "Or I could use hellfire to brand a symbol of my name beneath your eye - small enough not to ruin your beauty, large enough that everyone who sees you knows that you are mine."
He released his hold on your face only to drop his hand lower, lightly gripping your neck in a silent show of power. He regarded your expression carefully for any sign of distress and only grinned wider when he instead found observed your blown pupils and parted lips, his fingertips soaking in your accelerated pulse beneath them.
The fire in his tone sizzled for a moment, still lingering in each word but not quite as fearsome as even just a moment before. Sweet, almost - if you didn't know any better to see through the charm.
"Swear to me anew," he cooed, his thumb rubbing along the side of your neck as he spoke, eyes gazing at you with an expression that could only be described in adoration. The most temperamental volcano, fury subsided as fast as it'd come. When there was an offer to be presented, he could truly be oh-so-sweet. "An amendment to our existing contract. You are not to hide that we are joined together, or you will face consequences that will last forever."
Did it matter if you even truly had the option to refuse him when all you wanted to do was please him again? The proposition of more appreciation, the promise of his praise. That fact alone was enough to ensure your answer before you'd given it.
You nodded in understanding - specifics beyond what he'd stated weren't needed to convey the weight of his words.
"On one condition."
The bravery again - though your voice was more meek as you rightfully walked the fiery embers before you, navigating what you knew could still erupt again if you pressed too much harder again. To prove your point his eyebrow raised in annoyance, nose threatening to scrunch upward in frustration before you elaborated.
"We seal this contract with a kiss."
An expression that had almost been rage morphed into perplexity before a laugh burst from his chest, your mind lost in the sound and the view of his fangs, thoughts wandering somewhere fittingly sinful for your surroundings.
"And you talk about my theatrics."
Despite his taunting he brought you closer with his iron grip on your waist, the hand holding your neck still sliding up to your cheek as his thumb claw grazed along your bottom lip in passing. He looked at you like a child receiving a new toy, regarded you with an adoration often seen in temples.
And then, though there was still a subtle laugh shaking his chest, he held you reverently as he angled his head toward you. The rest of his expression as he approached would go unnoticed as your eyes slipped shut, holding your breath in anticipation…which he exploited for just a moment longer than was necessary before he finally gave you what you both wanted.
Your lips met like the strike of a match - the spark between flint and stone. It burned like frostbite and was over just as soon as it'd begun, taking your remaining breath with it.
It was a purr that rumbled in his chest as he ran his nose along your jaw that reminded you to breathe, his lips pressing a kiss over a pulse point on your neck pulling a gasp from your lungs as his hand slipped down the other side of your neck. Holding you like an artifact his fangs teased the skin on the spot for a moment as his grip on your waist tightened further, the tips of his claws threatening to break skin.
He withdrew before his composure melted, filling his chest with a deep breath to bring himself to full sense again.
"Come. I'm far from through with you, but you truly do need a bath."
It was…nice, which didn't quite seem wholly appropriate considering who he was and the fact the atmosphere had been threatening and tense only moments before. He sank into the tub first, motioning for you to join him by taking place between his legs. There was a voice in the back of your mind reminding you that all of this was because he wanted something - everything possible from you, and that he knew the best way to reach his goal was to manipulate.
The fact you were aware of it did little to stop you from enjoying it.
He made sure he ate and drank in a silence you didn't know he was capable of as his hands made work cleaning your body, a bath in the House of Hope proving to be a lavish experience as the water remained pristine and hot no matter how long it went on.
*(Though, it certainly could've just been the heat between your bodies sustaining the temperature).
It was the first time you'd truly relaxed since a tadpole had taken residence in your mind, the first moment of bliss in days. When his claws found your scalp and scratched against it lightly as he massaged soap into it he earned a thank you in the form of the sweetest moan that just couldn't be held back by your lips. You felt his cock twitch against your back at the sound, an appreciative hum rumbling in his chest.
"My, my…who knew you could sound so melodic, my dear," his tone was best described as a condescending coo, treasuring the way you melted in his hold and couldn't help yourself from being his to play with. "I want to hear much more of you."
One of his hands slipped from your head down to rest on your stomach as the other went even lower to the top of your thigh, pausing still to wait for your reaction. When you leaned your head back against his shoulder and closed your eyes he took his sign, chasing more of a reaction from you by running a single claw softly up your thigh toward your core. The small gasp that fell from your lips wasn't enough, his disapproval noted with a click of his tongue against his teeth. It was impossible to keep silent when one of his fingers connected to your clit, rubbing a swift circle quickly.
The cry that burst from your chest returned the smile to his face, a low laugh filling your ears again as he leaned forward to kiss your neck. Two of his fingers parted your folds as they slipped downward to your entrance, moans falling freely from your mouth you'd forgotten how to close. Taking advantage of the fact he leaned closer to claim your lips, reaching his free hand to hold the back of your head and ensure you couldn't pull away from him.
A dark possessiveness within him considered slipping his fingers into you to feel how your tight walls would grip him, though he knew it meant you would face the consequences of his claws. He could heal you, after all - but you'd always remember the feeling. He'd refrain on that particular thought…
For now.
Instead, he returned his attention to your clit, fingers circling the sensitive nub as his fingers tangled into your hair. He continued to kiss you past what your lungs could take, your eyes opening to attempt to gain his attention. His own eyes remained closed and he only held your head in a firmer grip - no doubt he knew though he couldn't see - and he continued that way until your vision was just starting to blur and your hole was clenching around nothing. Only then did he release you - releasing you fully by pulling his fingers away too - allowing you to take the breath you needed.
So close to the edge of release only to be pulled back away from it. It was a cruelty that made the first sound that left your lips when your breath returned to be a whimper.
"Please," you could barely get the shaking word through your lips, it could hardly be considered speaking when each letter was filled with a whine. "More."
"Now now, you will learn to take what I give you," he cooed, releasing his hold on your head to run the back of his fingers down the side of your face and neck, lightly pushing your head to the side to press a kiss beneath your ear. "With no questions asked. Won't you? You'll have to show me you can be patient."
You couldn't help the whimper that slipped past your lips again, your body singularly focused on its need for more. Your eyes are wide and desperate as you gazed at him, hands reaching to grasp at his thighs and squeeze. "'s not fair…"
Your ears were filled with his boisterous laugh again before he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, allowing his lips to stay against your skin as he spoke.
"Perhaps not for you, but it's perfectly lovely for me," you realized as he spoke that he was having fun, a giddiness in every word that proved it. Unrehearsed, without anger, without practiced intentions. Him. "Finish up in here at your leisure, then join me in the boudoir."
With a snap of his fingers he was gone and the option to beg for more removed you were alone, left to wonder exactly what awaited you when you did join him. The kind of excitement that matched the feelings of fear and anxiety bubbled in your stomach, making your movements a little clumsy as you navigated your way through one last wash of your body.
The feelings remained as you removed yourself from the water, realizing immediately you'd been left with no towel or robe or clothes to utilize on your walk. Feeling a flare of preemptive embarrassment you found your way to the hall, doing your best to navigate quickly as you muttered to yourself.
You were distracted in your search that you didn't notice Haarlep had stalked up to you from the dark after you'd passed until their voice filled your ears. "My, my, aren't you just delicious," he purred, continuing to walk closer toward you when you froze in your tracks. They circled you like a predator circled prey, like a painter studying their subject - it was enough to make your face burn again. "I wouldn't mind slipping into your image for the occasional rendezvous."
"Haarlep."
Their name left your lips as a gasp and they stopped in front of you with a wicked smile, handsome and proud and no doubt every bit as convincing as their Master, if not more. "So you do know me. How flattering."
You were cornered against a wall with one of their forearms resting next to your head, the other grasping your hip in fingers much gentler than the ones they were mimicking. They leaned closer until your lips were brushing together feather light, the anticipation of a kiss lingering heavy in the air and sending your heart rate skyrocketing again.
"Oh, what fun we will have together…"
Their sinful tongue left their mouth to lick the seam of your lips until they fell open, the muscle slipping into your mouth to kiss you fully and hungrily. As you swallowed their spit you started to feel new levels need, the definition of the word insatiable finally grasped in your mind. One of their knees knocked apart your legs as their hand left your thigh, slipping to examine how wet you were and finding their digits slid through your folds with embarrassing ease.
"Mm…but that will be for another time," there was a sincerity in their words that made them so believable and you were certain they were correct about it. "Tonight, your job is to make him a bit more tolerable for the rest of us. Be a good pet and behave, won't you?"
As they sauntered away in a pace that existed to entice you to follow they threw one last wink over their shoulder, pointing you in the direction of where you were meant to go. In a haze you made your way to your destination, opening the doors to find your Patron sitting on the grand bed with glistening satin sheets, lounging back against the headboard with his arms outstretched, waiting for your arrival. He'd covered himself with an expensive robe, the one he'd deprived you of.
The red of its fine fabric matched his burning aura perfectly.
He observed your clumsy movements as you closed the doors with light amusement until the two of you were once again alone, his eyes appreciating your clean form as you walked to the foot of the bed. With a smile he raised a hand to motion you forward with one finger, his features fittingly illuminated by the hellfires that illuminated the room.
He was beautiful. Enticing. This very room could become an easy prison with no locked door if you allowed your resolve to slip.
"Come," he invited in a delicious tone, using one hand to untie his robe and allow it to fall open. He patted his thigh afterward to further elaborate on his instruction, one you were more than willing to follow. "Crawl to me…show me what an obedient, eager little pup you can be."
You did exactly as he told you to, enjoying the feeling of the soft sheets against your skin as you made your way to him. You climbed into his lap and straddled his waist between your thighs, core hovering over his hard and throbbing cock that you now wanted more than logic should reasonably allow. He felt how wet you were when your thighs made contact with his skin, breathing in deep to take in the scent of your arousal.
"My, my, how very eager you are," he spoke of you as if he was being presented with the meal of a lifetime. It made you feel desired in ways you weren't sure you'd be able to experience with anyone else for the remainder of your life. "I have to wonder, did my naughty toy find you along the way?"
You nodded, the only response you found yourself capable of, grinding down against his waist in a way that allowed his length to slip through your folds and spread your slick. His hands grasped your hips to follow your movements, chest vibrating against yours with a quiet purr as he appreciated your movements.
"Oh, of course they did…sometimes they just can't help it, the sinful thing…"
Both of his hands found their way to your thighs to grab them roughly, not making any effort to be mindful about his claws in places it wouldn't seriously hurt you - something that would become a pattern for the rest of your time together. Under his fingertips he could feel the welts that raised as a result of his scratching, smiling a charming smile as he took in your expression.
Finding you perfectly needy for him he reached one hand to grab your jaw and pull you closer, leaving his face hovering inches from yours. His skin was noticeably hotter against yours now, the undeniable evidence that he was just as effected by your closeness as you were his. His other hand gave your ass a swat to encourage you to raise up on your knees again, licking his lips when he could then reach toward your core and run his fingers through your folds again.
It was easier to feel the arousal he - and Haarlep, now - had earned when you weren't submerged in a tub. His fingers took the distance from your hole to your swollen clit painfully slow, matching the deep inhale he filled his lungs with along the way. Lost in how his hands felt against your body again you hardly noticed his tail wrap around one of your legs to hold you against him tighter, ensuring there was no chance of you climbing off before he'd had his fill.
It was hardly something he needed to do, but the implications of it made the experience all the better for him - and for you too.
"Don't forget to speak to me, my dear," he cooed, no annoyance present in his voice though he was hardly happy he had to remind you as he exercised a bit of patience at your current state. "I simply adore hearing the desperation in your words."
"Please, I need…"
Though he'd requested them your words were cut off as he pulled you against him rougher, pressing his throbbing length up into her core as he does. Your sentence quickly turned into a moan, your hands grabbing at his shoulders so you could cling to him in every sense of the word.
"Do go on."
You hated that his taunting tone sent a shiver down your spine and a hot wave of arousal straight to your core. Your desperation flooded every word that came from your mouth. "I need more," you were begging without having to be asked for it, something he would thank you for at a later time. "Something…a-anything you'll give me."
"Anything I'll give you?"
Was that particular choice of words a mistake? You found you couldn't come to a rational answer as you became lost in the embers of his eyes. You nodded, grinding against him to further your consent and ensure the point was driven home - you wanted him in whatever capacity he'd provide, in any way that would earn you more of his favor.
You hadn't realized your lip was quivering and your eyes were slightly watering out of the desperation but he had, soaking in the sight of you so wanton and lustful for him. It was his favorite look on you by far, and he couldn't resist the opportunity to see how truly indecent he could make you behave.
And all for him.
"Then prove to me you deserve it. Prove to me you're worth the effort from me and then I will prove to you that you are mine."
You only leaned closer to entice him the rest of the distance between you. You reached between your bodies with one hand to grasp his cock and rub it through your folds again, lining it up with your entrance and teasing down onto the tip slightly to test what he'd allow. He raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to express a thought that disappeared as you began to sink onto him, maintaining the eye contact you knew he loved as you moaned out his name quietly. He forgave you when your eyes fluttered closed to focus on taking his length and girth, your forehead falling down against his shoulder as a heavy breath fell from your lips.
"That's it," he was quick to compliment your efforts to ensure you knew how much he appreciated it, hoping the praise would keep you from giving up. "You can take me. Do not get discouraged…"
Your head nodded as another steady breath left your chest, shifting your hips to find the right angle to take him in. Though his words were honied you knew he was hardly the patient type and to avoid a temper change you pushed yourself onto as much of his length as you could take, finally earning a groan from him that was worth the quick shot of pain that being stretched like this brought. One of his arms reached to wrap around your waist and his other hand found the back of your head, cradling you against his form. His wings soon joined, wrapping both of you in privacy and what felt like the ultimate safety.
Within his wings it would be impossible for anyone who entered to see how well you began to ride him after a long adjustment period, how after several minutes of grinding and shifting and allowing him to pump into you you began to take him perfectly. Though he maintained his hold on your head your lips were finding their way to any place they could reach on his neck, chest, and jaw, eagerly nibbling and licking and sucking - testing if you could mark him like he'd undoubtedly mark you.
He decided you were testing him when you bit into him hard, his surprise announced by a grunt and a squeeze from his hand holding your hip. He gave your hair a tug to pull you upward into a hungry kiss, your moans joining together in the room as your hands grabbed his horns to hold him against you.
This is how he wanted you for him forever.
As your tongues danced your movements slowed, his hands meeting on your upper back to press your chest closer to his. Allowing you a partial breath he pulled away from the kiss to watch your face twist in pleasure as his claws dragged slowly down your back, pressing harder the lower they reached as he experimented with what you'd allow. You were eager to prove exactly what he'd requested - you could take what he would give.
His own head dropped to claim one of your breasts in his mouth, his tongue circling your nipple and flicking the nub several times before he changed his efforts to suck hard enough to bruise, glad he could stay here without a real breath for longer than what you may have previously experienced. He only pulled away to bite a mark into the soft flesh that immediately spilled some blood - as you continued to ride him exactly how you liked you either didn't notice or you didn't mind, either of which were fine by him.
"Very good," he purred, remembering how well you normally responded to his praise. He was thanked by a quiet moan and your walls tightening, fluttering around his length as he struck just the right cord in you. "Should I allow you release before I have my way with you?"
You were nodding before his sentence was fully complete and begging incoherently as your face buried into his neck again, continuing to lavish the skin with kisses. Your thighs began to shake at the mere thought of release, at how it would feel to gush around his length and how he would moan feeling you constrict him.
Whatever words he chose to give you permission were not fully understood, only their intent mattered. Though he wanted to pump into you at his own pace he allowed you to find release in this position yourself, happy it didn't take much longer for your walls to clamp around him and your head to throw back in ecstasy, your screams undoubtedly filling every wall in the house despite the closed door.
He held you down on his length as you spasmed through the high, enjoying the feeling of your body against his and focusing on how you felt held in his arms. He was always going to take what he wanted from you after you'd found this release but the longer he soaked in how small you were against his frame the more his own carnal desire began to take over his thoughts, a feral need building that wouldn't be long ignored.
"You have hold of me like an addiction," he breathed out heavy, shifting his hips beneath you - earning a whimper - wondering how much you'd truly be able to take. "So…unh…tight…"
Before you had fully returned to your senses he was pushing you onto your back, staying inside you with little effort and pinning you down with one hand on your stomach. His other hand rested at the base of your throat with his forearm beside your head, and just as your mind began to fathom how dangerous the position you were in was he kissed you slowly, silencing reason once again.
You could feel how sensitive you were as he pumped his length into you a few times - slowly to test your reaction. He pulled away from the kiss to examine your face, finding it filled with pleasure and overstimulation - traces of pain were there but you gave no indication he needed to stop.
"Do you think you can take what I will give you?"
His lips moved against yours sensually as he spoke, and you opened your mouth to answer for only a sob to be released. Instead you just nodded, hoping it would be enough in the circumstances and looking into his eyes with a pleading expression. He pressed a kiss to your bottom lip and pushed every inch you could take into you roughly, earning another sob that was muffled as he bit into your bottom lip enough to cause it to swell. He pulled away from the action with a wicked grin and savored your expression for a moment longer before this position came to an end.
He pulled out of you slowly, moving to stand next to the bed. In your haze you listened to him give you instructions to get on your knees and elbows, instructions you followed hastily on shaky limbs as he stroked his length watching you obey. When you were finally presenting yourself to him exactly how he wanted he mounted behind you, still grasping his length in one hand as his other reached forward to circle your dripping hole with two fingers.
"Precious. I will try not to break you."
His fingers were gone and replaced with his cock swiftly, his restraint gone as he thrusted in as far as he could, still trying to press further when he reached the end and smiling when the most beautiful cry filled the room from you. He groaned out deep as his hand found your stomach, pressing against it to hold you upward, reaching his other hand to slip the fingers that were coated in your slick into your mouth.
"So small beneath me," he breathed out, leaning forward to press a kiss over one of the red welts he'd created on your back. He engulfed you in this position, you were at his complete mercy - all hope of being anything but his ever again gone. He would never give you up. "On your knees for me. Just where you should be."
He forgot to be somewhat gentle with you as he thrust into you at a feral pace - or perhaps he just didn't care how little you were able to move when he was through. He continued to kiss your neck, shoulders, and back in any place he could reach, his teeth marking your skin anywhere he could manage. His claws were just as helpful in regard to marking you, reaching to scratch at your thighs and back - until he focused his hand's attention on your ass, spanking and scratching and grabbing roughly as proved to give him additional leverage as he pounded into you.
He was already obsessed with the way you took him with moans and cries while ensuring you stayed in the position he'd molded you into, eyes transfixed on how your tight hole took his length. When this whole Absolute ordeal was taken care of at your hands, he'd happily take this sight every day.
"Look at you just taking me," his voice was shaking now, matching your legs once again. His hand left your stomach to squeeze your throat, accentuating the fact that you were truly just taking whatever he would give. "And you do it so well, you sweet thing."
Content with how marked you were for him his hands instead grasped your waist in the gentlest grasp he'd offered yet, not quite matching the ferocity at which he pounded into you. Through blurred vision you were half aware of the familiar figure that slipped into the room through the shadows, the incubus unable to keep away witnessing what was filling the House with the irresistible sounds of flesh smacking against flesh.
You didn't know if Raphael noticed - you didn't care. You doubted a complaint would be heard if you offered one, and they would leave after you'd reached your release and they'd heard your euphoria anyway.
(Though you did momentarily hope that sinful tongue they'd offered earlier could be put to a better use, though you knew your body would be spent by then).
"Give me another," he ordered, feeling how your body was tensing up again at the threat of release, eager to feel you snap again. "And I want to hear it…"
He reached to rub your clit again at a speed that matched his thrusts, eager to feel how tight you'd squeeze him when you came undone, already intoxicated by the way your velvet walls were fluttering around his length. He was taking what he wanted from your body at a roughness that would no doubt leave bruises for you to feel on the road to Baldur's Gate - he certainly wouldn't heal marks that were a gift from him covering your back and neck and causing you to walk with a limp that so clearly displayed you had coupled with him.
He let you fall to the bed fully, only finding he was able to pound into you harder as you laid flat on your stomach. Unwilling to have you pass out he grabbed your hair on the back of your head and pulled hard enough to force it back so you could continue to breathe, leaning his torso over yours until he could twist your head and claim your lips in a rough kiss. He was hungry - feral - fully lost in himself as he chased his own pleasure, releasing all inhibition as he found his release. The only warning it was coming was the sloppiness that overtook his thrusts as the end neared, a growl rumbling in his chest as he pulled away from your lips to instead bite into your shoulder.
His seed was molten as it filled you, overflowing past his length. As his release filled your womb his teeth broke your skin and he tasted your blood as he was lost in his pleasure. He'd crave its flavor that was entirely you just as often as he'd crave claiming your womb now, knowing the mark would show you were his.
He continued to pump into you slowly several more times, holding you still as you squirmed and whimpered from the overstimulation, hearing the shake in your breaths and sweet sounds that proved to him you were crying. When he decided to pull out completely his chest shook with a quiet, dark laugh, finding a comfortable position straddling over your ass. His hands were loving in the way a curator's were with art, running over your scratched and bitten back adoringly for several moments, fingertips tracing the marks that would last the longest. He leaned down to press a kiss to a particularly possessive bite mark before removing his weight from you, rolling you to your side to to check that you were still capable of coherency.
You blinked up at him with glassy eyes, tear-stained cheeks proving he had been right about your tears. He leaned to press a single gentle kiss to your forehead as he pulled the blanket over your weak body. Selfish of a creature as he was, he was still capable of some semblance of aftercare - though that was it, it was enough from someone like him to someone like you.
"Well done, my dear. A wonderful demonstration of your devotion to me."
This praise - this tone. The very reason you'd do anything he asked, become anything he needed you to become. Anything he asked of you in a moment like this you'd provide. Part of you wondered how long it would take for him to exploit that fact.
"Next time you've behaved for me I will have Haarlep join us. They can lick my seed clean from you as I watch how you look beneath me."
(You'd think more on that particular promise later, when your mind was capable of wrapping around anything other than Raphael's finger again).
His new tone was undeniable and impossible to ignore, the reverence steeping every syllable enough to drown in them. Appreciation, worship. It was difficult to decide if being beneath him or hearing this newfound depth of praise was more fulfilling. You nuzzled closer to him still just barely conscious, physically submitting to the exhaustion that overtook every inch of yourself.
You nodded your head lazily in agreement before burrowing your face in his neck, enjoying the familiar scent of cherries, musk and sulphur that had come to mean power and protection to you. If you were lucky those sinful notes would linger in your senses in the coming day.
Though he was far from one to cuddle, he wasn't one to complain when presented with any show of mutual adoration from you, and he allowed his tail to drape across your legs in a subtle concession to your own desires.
Beyond that, he was still, but he was content.
"Rest," you were intoxicated with this voice, one you couldn't help but wonder how few beings had heard it, one free of any performance - honest, soft. "You will need it before you continue your journey. When you wake you'll be in camp with your cohorts, and when you reach the city again you will return to me."
In your last moments of consciousness, you remained his eager little pup.
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✧ 𝖎'𝖒 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 ✧
ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
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⭒ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: reminisce about your forgotten first meeting with Deimos 3 years ago. meanwhile, you've been invited to watch his concert after the previous events. (pt.2)
⭒ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵: 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺, violence, implied stalking, reader gets called a bitch, (slight) sadism, kinda tame
⭒ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1,495
⭒ a/n: dear lord i am simping for my own art... hope u all enjoy reading this! i'll be opening asks & make a short introduction in the next post ^^ ( yan jock makes an appearance here too!)
will you venture down this path?
where is he?
did I walk in the wrong direction?
am I lost?
... nope, this is the right place.
you are standing alone in a dark alleyway, looking around the location you agreed to meet your friend in. checking the virtual clock on your phone, you count the time you have left before you go on stage. 32 minutes.
time was ticking and he was still nowhere in sight. there's no way you could perform the duet alone. anxiously, you try texting your friend again.
You 》 17:28
bro where are u
i'm alr here
are u lost again
LIAM
liam
liam
liam
liam
liaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam
fuck it, i'm leaving him. alleys are never good news. ever since you entered the place, your stomach has been in knots and the back of your head was tingling. it's almost as if... someone's been watching you.
typing on the small screen, you tell him you're going to meet him behind the stage instead. you speed walk towards the end of the tunnel, relieved you were leaving this place. you almost reach the exit until a rough hand pulls on your wrist.
a gruff voice speaks, "hey, you dropped this."
SHIT, I'M GOING TO DIE—
without thinking, you instinctively clench your fists into a ball and punch the unknown 'assailant' on the nose— effectively causing him to bleed. the stranger gasps out various curse words as you turn to scream and run away.
"I'M SORRYYyyyy—"
knuckles still bruised from the impact, you try to hide them as best as you can from the crowd's attention. Liam had managed to arrive on time, seconds before the performance. he claimed to have come across an old friend on the way who was difficult to shake off. but that was all in the past, and he has yet to notice your injured knuckles.
currently, you are performing on the stage in front of a sea of people. with your friend on the acoustic guitar, you both sang a duet that sang of two lovers, a confession of how one felt incomplete without the other.
it was a popular song, so Liam insisted on it. you were glad he did because in the end, the happy crowd's applause rang loud across your ears. a sound you'll always love.
now off the stage, you and Liam decide to explore the festival's offerings. the spring festival at night is beautiful— lanterns clipped across the starry sky and flowers and people littering the area. you approach one of the food stalls that lined the streets, purchasing a sundae of your favourite flavour.
as you are about to pay, you rummage through your pockets and realise... your wallet is gone. did i leave it at home?! Liam seems to pick up on your situation as he pulls out his own wallet, "i'll pay for them." you thank him and promise to pay him back. "it's alright, you don't have to." he smiles.
suddenly, a loud voice approaches the both of you, "Oi, Lili! ya did great up there, man." you turn to see a group of four people heading your way who were all dressed head-to-toe in punk clothing and carrying band equipment. they must be a band. a slim man holding wooden drumsticks pats Liam on the back, and he shortly notices you.
"oh? hello there, mx. the name's Vern." he grins and offers you a handshake, to which you politely return.
"y/n. nice to meet you, Vern. I'm a friend of Liam's."
"a friend of Liam is a friend of mine, y/n!" Vern heartily laughs, "let me introduce you to the gang, y/n— of course, you've met me, the drummer. that lady with red hair is Kyra, the lead guitarist. the young-looking fellow with shit for brains is Astrid, our second guitarist. and finally, our beloved lead singer and bassist, D—"
you don't have time to react before your face is roughly grabbed by a hand larger than your head, cheeks squished. you try to pry your face away from the thick fingers of the unknown man, as you shakily look up at his furrowed eyes. he's seething, and you don't know why.
"it's you. fucking bitch."
you don't know what you've done to this man to warrant such a reaction, you've never even met him before!... right? you think back to earlier in the day when you punched the stranger from the alley. shit, it's him.
though muffled by his palms, you still manage to voice out an apology. for the first time in your life, you feel a sensation rushing through your blood. dread and terror. in the corner of your eyes, you spot Liam being held back by a concerned Vern and Astrid.
you desperately try to pull his hand off your face while repeating apologies, but it's useless. he's too strong. the tall stranger continues to stare at you and you swear he was enjoying this. if not for the sick glint in his eyes or the soft panting from his pierced lips, then maybe for the light blush dusting his cheeks.
after what felt like hours, he finally lets go. you immediately massage your aching jaw and cheeks at his release. the stranger scoffs and hands you a familiar item... it's your wallet! "...found this in the alley. you throw a good punch." you gently take the small pouch off his hands and thank him.
a ghost of a smirk morphs on his face before he grunts and walks past you. the others instantly follow behind him like baby ducks trailing their mother, but not without giving you a sympathetic look. Vern checks up on you before joining his group, "woah, he's never spared anyone before. sorry about him, but i hope you'll still come to watch us?"
Liam, who is no longer held back, runs to your side and inspects your face. "are you alright?? fuck, I should teach him not to mess with you!" he angrily shouts. you're still recovering from shock. but that doesn't stop you from thinking how nice the stranger's smile looked. "do you want to go home? i'll drive you bac—"
with newfound motivation, you're able to speak again, "no, i'm fine. let's go watch the next show!"
you and Liam stand in front of the stage, somehow having managed to get past the current of people. there are way more people than before, and you notice some of them are holding signs. confused, you turn to the person next to you and ask her, "hey, what's with all the people? is a celebrity coming?"
she looks at you astounded, "you seriously don't know? Ares is performing next! they're like, all over social media right now." Ares? you don't think you've heard any singer with that name before. before you can ask who they are, waves of screams fill your ears as 4 pairs of feet walk on stage. you look back at Liam to see him clapping for the band, following his gaze, you accidentally lock eyes with a pair of heterochromatic eyes.
he acknowledges your presence with a lazy lift of his brow and faces the crowd again. this time, the audience shouts in union.
ARES!
ARES!!
ARES!!!
the electrifying sound of a guitar and drums booms through the speakers. the ground vibrates along with the rhythm, as your heartbeat follows along. the song begins, but it's not until you hear the deep bass of the leader's voice do you feel the aching throb of your core.
(R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys)
I'm a puppet on a string
holy shit.
She's a silver linin', lone ranger ridin' through an open space...
his voice is intoxicating.
In my mind, when she's not right there beside me
I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be
your heart feels like it's about to burst out of your chest.
And satisfaction feels like a distant memory
And I can't help myself
All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"
yes.
Well, are you mine?
Are you mine?
Are you mine? Oh, ah
i'm yours.
his deep voice that was once laced with anger and malice— now brings your own heart to tears. you could only think about what was going through his mind to sing a beautiful song in such a wrenching manner. and on that day, you swore to one day bring someone to tears with your voice, just like he had with you.
but what you did not know was that you'd already done the exact same thing to Deimos earlier that day. and for that, he'd follow you down every road until there comes a time when your paths meet again.
back in the present, you've been forced invited to watch Deimos' latest concert. like before, you sat at the very front row, right in front of his assigned position. the only difference from then was his lovestruck eyes that would never leave your figure.
in the end, he was yours.
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Distracted pt 1
Part 2 ->
Sebastian Michaelis x Fem!Reader
THIS IS SMUT MINORS PLS DO NOT.
CW: “Dear/Darling” terms used, oral f!receiving, 🐶style, multiple climaxes.
You’re the new maid at the Phantomhive manor and we’re going on your third day of training. You being a single woman with not much history of romance you figured being a maid of a high class family would be a breeze. Freedom after hours, beautiful housing, etc. Until you met the head butler, Sebastian and God is he gorgeous. I mean this man is the most attractive human being you’ve ever laid your eyes on and he was basically perfect as what he does. No flaw or hiccup in anything he did, it was almost scary. He couldn’t have been human. Even him looking at you from a time to time throughout the day would send a wave through your body, causing you to feel a little needy. You held out though, not wanting to be distracted on your new job. I guess you understood why that red headed main Mey-Rin was so clumsy especially around Sebastian.
You were going about your daily tasks, the laundry for the house, nobody touched the young lord Ciel’s clothing other than Sebastian himself and honestly you were thankful for that, less work for you to do.
Today was difficult, given you haven’t even touched yourself since before you had started your new line of work, and you had a fairy high drive that you used to keep up with on a nightly basis. But given the new environment and close quarters to your co-workers you held off and damnit was it getting rough. Sebastian had manually shown you a few things to practice for the up and coming ball that were to be held in the manor and he wanted to make sure you knew how to dance properly, it’s unlikely you’d be asked but there was always a chance he needed you prepared.
-flashback to that morning-
Sebastian walked over to you with his soft smile he always had on his face, his perfect pale face. “Ah, y/n just the woman I was looking for. Come. I need you to do something for me.” You didn’t say much as you followed him into an open area in the manor. “Dance with me a moment.” He extended his hand out waiting for you to take it. You weren’t the best dancer but you never had to do it much before. You sheepishly put your hand in his, your face saying everything you were feeling. The anxiety, the unease and the overthinking. Sebastian gave a grin and squeezed your hand slightly. “Don’t be nervous my dear, I’ll teach you everything you need to know.” He pulled you close, chests touching, his hand placed on your slower back, his touch is firm yet soft somehow. He’s warm, comfortingly warm.
Oh gosh, he’s so close to you. He smells nice, clean. Of course he does. He’s perfect. As Sebastian guides you through the basic steps and possible moves one could do in a traditional dance, he grew slightly irritated as you kept looking down at your feet, soon the hand holding your back moved up to your chin and lifted your gaze to his red eyes. “Y/n. It’s rude not to look at your dance partner. It shows that you’re uninterested. Look at me from now on, understand?” He was grinning, he knew he had you wrapped around his finger and it was annoying. How could you just stare at him the whole time, your body wasn’t prepared for that much eye contact. Let’s just say it was incredibly difficult to look at him, unwavering and not fumble with your steps but you somehow managed to get through it.
-end of flashback-
Yeah, that whole ordeal replaying in your head wasn’t helping your needy situation whatsoever. You kept spacing on the simplest thing and fumbling more than usual, it was irritating you so much. Finnian asked several times if you felt alright, he must’ve blabbed to Sebastian because soon enough the tall pale figure walked over to you. His eyes held a look of concern. “Y/n, Finnian told me you weren’t feeling well. Is that true?” He asked, leaning ever so slightly over you, his eyes dancing over your body. “Oh! No Sebastian. I’m fine really, thanks for checking on me-” you were cut off by his hand on your forehead, which caused you to start blushing. His eyebrow quirked up and he sighed. “Ah, you’ve got a slight fever, come now.” He p i c k e d you up bridal style and carried you towards your quarters. It was quiet in there given that everyone else was working around the manor. It was just you two.
You protested a few times on the way until he laid you onto your bed, walking over to your door and locking it.
What..?
Your eyebrows furrowed a bit and you looked up at Sebastian, “i- um. What are you doing, Sebastian?” You ask shyly, your mind going crazy at all the possible reasons, of course focusing on the dirtiest outcomes. He walked back over towards you, sitting next to you on the bed, reaching for the back of your dress.
“One with a fever shouldn’t undress themselves. If Mey-Rin were to do it, I fear she’d rip your uniform. That’d be a hassle for me to repair. If it makes your more comfortable I can do this blindfolded.” You could feel his gloved hands tickle your back, you weren’t wearing an undershirt, this uniform was quite warm when working sometimes. You breathe deep and slow, attempting to calm your nerves and hormones running rampant. “N-no it’s fine I-… I can do it.” You could very well do it yourself, but Sebastian doing it was a fantasy becoming reality. You thought it wouldn’t get much harder until you felt a warm breath on your neck, a low voice in your ear and a hand under your uniform holding firmly onto your waist. “I know what your issue is dear, you’re a bit… pent. I know the scent anywhere.” You turn and face him, bright red across your face. “H-hey!” He was incredibly close, impossibly close without kissing you. “S-Sebasti-“ he put a finger on your lips. “If you try and keep quiet I can help you. If you’d like of course.”
What?
Your eyes grew heavy as you gave into him, how could you not? He closed the distance between you and kissed you deeply, you whining as he did so, feeling such a touch for the first time in so long was bliss, it was dirty, it was sinful but it felt so good. His eyes open, his hands running about your body, feeling every curve, every crevice, remembering your shape and taking note on every special spot that seemed to get you going. One of his hands going up your skirt, onto your thighs, pulling down a stocking and laying you onto your back. Your body’s senses were on high and every touch felt like a fire being sent to your core. This was unlike anything you’ve felt before, it was intense and he was simply touching you. He swiftly pulled up your skirt and placed his thumb on your throbbing clit, making slight movements. You pull away from the kiss with a gasp and pushed the back of your head into the pillow beneath you, biting your lip to fight the moan wanting so desperately to escape. Your climax already beginning to build from this small stimulation. Sebastian placed his lips upon your neck, leaving small bites on your sensitive areas. His fingers moving gracefully over your clothed pussy, he felt how excited you were, the soaked panties were a dead giveaway for anyone but he could smell how aroused you were, which got him excited. Not that his body showed signs of it but internally he was going to devour you. He finally pulled back and pulled your panties down, revealing a wet mess. He didn’t miss a beat starting to eat you out, there was no warning, no teasing. Just his tongue on your hot core. You went to moan but his hand swiftly covered your mouth which drove you mad, he was good. Almost instinctually you moved your head and began to suck on his gloved fingers. He looked up at you and stopped for a moment, hands on either side of you, just looming above you. He pulled his hand out and let his fingertips linger at your lips. “Bite the glove.” He commanded, you did so and he slipped his hand out. “Good girl. I didn’t realize you were so naughty. Maybe you needed this more than I thought.” He threw the glove out of your mouth and resumed position. Fingers in your mouth and tongue back onto you. You wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you silly right then and there. But the things his tongue could somehow manage to do were inhuman, your climax quickly built, it was almost embarrassing. You whined and whimpered as you came, your whole body tensing up as he rode your through your climax, letting it settle before pulling away, a trail of your cum and his saliva connecting you and his mouth. He smirked, almost amused on how quickly that happened. “My my. How sweet you taste.” Oh my God.
As his fingers left your mouth you sat up and reached for his pants. He allowed you to undo his buttons, watching intently as he removed the other glove that remained on his right hand.
As you finally got his dick out, it was hard and ready, you were about to take it in your mouth before he put a hand on your shoulder, pushing you back. “No no, this is about you. I’ll enjoy myself plenty. Just submit.” You bit your lip, glancing back down at his member. “Y-yes sir.” He sure did like obeisance. He got off the bed and gestured tot he edge. “Bend over.” Holy shit what? You blinked and slowly began to move, he sighed. “Quickly now.” He grabbed your hips and brought you in front of him, lifting you with ease, turning you away and pushing you forward onto the bed. It was such a vulnerable position, your skirt covering you until he lifted the fabric and placed it onto your back.
You felt his tip meet your entrance and you whispered “oh fuck..” you heard a giggle, did he hear you?
“Such a filthy little mouth.”
He didn’t warn you, he rammed into you, having you take his entire length immediately, you couldn’t help but moan out as he did so. He soon grabbed a fistful of your pretty hair and put your face to the mattress. “Quiet now, I’m about to begin.” You bit your lip hard as he showed you no mercy. His quick and rough pace were enough to make you see the gates of heaven themselves. Well maybe gates of hell with how this was going. You were burying your face into the mattress moaning into it to muffle whatever you could. His name was your new favorite word, along with a string of words of your full submission. You felt your core begin to heat back up as you felt another orgasm coming quickly. He obviously felt it too as you tighten around his dick, your walls memorizing his shaft and forming to welcome it. It was the first sound you heard from him, a subtle grunt but it was proof of his own pleasure from this.
The room was filled with lewd sounds. The muffled moans, the slaps of your bodies, the absolute mess you were creating, the creaking of your bed frame. All of it being permanently trapped in the walls of your quarters. You’d never walk in here again and not think about this.
“That’s right. Cum for me, darling. Be a good girl and cum.” That was it, you were sent flying over your edge with another intense climax, bigger than the one before. As he slowed down your body twitched at every subtle move, you attempted to regain your breath but you could hardly move your legs. “S-Sebastian… but you didn’t...” You looked over your shoulder at him while he was cleaning up from the utter mess you made on his dick. “Oh dear y/n, I’m not sure you could handle the work it would take for me to cum myself.” He smirked. The way he said it didn’t make it sound condescending or cocky, just matter of fact. You shot up, shakily. Looking at him. “No! I can! I don’t want you to be disappointed or left unattended to!” He lifted your chin up once again, getting absurdly close. “Trust me darling, I’d break you. I don’t want to do that. If I want some more fun, you’ll hear a knock. Now rest.” With that he left you, in your sex filled room, cum soaked sheets and disheveled hair. What a filthy girl you are.
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Hiiiii, let me just say I love you writing!!!!! <3
Anyway my request is headcanons of Percy with a child of Erebus s/o. Erebus is the primordial god of darkness.
Like as a child of a primordial they’re extremely powerful and have like shadow powers. They also have really good night vision. They’re like super powerful at night because of all the darkness and a possible blessing of their step-mom Nyx.
Anyway have a good day/night :))))
⋆⭒˚.⋆ percy jackson x child of erebus! reader hcs
content: percy jackson x child of erebus! reader hcs
warning: none!!
author's note: i know the pics are very feminine, but i tried my best to make this gn bc i noticed the 'child' instead of daughter!! i think i did it???? if you guys see any gendered terms, lemme know so i can fix it!! i know this is basically the daughter of nyx one i did but i like nightime escapades okay???? (im actually terrified of the dark and sleep with a nightlight at my grown ass age)
"and what do you think youre doing?" a voice questioned from behind percy, causing him to slip and fall from the brick wall he was just beginning to climb
"ow," he whined, resting a hand against his surely bruised ribs and attempting to look through the darkness at whoever scared him
"sorry! sometimes i forget other people can't see so well in the dark," you laughed lightly, holding your hand out to pull him back to his feet
percy took it, giving you a slightly grateful smile as he was back on his feet
"you must be y/n, then? erebus' kid?" percy questioned, dusking his sweatpants off, suddenly wishing he'd changed into better clothes like he vaguely thought to do
what kind of impression does blue food dye stained sweatpants give???
a bad one, surely.
"yup! the one and only, spooky master of the dark," you mocked all, dramatically, waving your hands around, which percy could just barely make out in the darkness
"great title. i personally go by lord of the seafoam but that's what my enemies call me," percy joked, enjoying your chuckles more than he thought he would
"and what do your friends call you?" you questioned with a tilt of your head.
"oh, also lord of the seafoam. or percy," he winked with a beaming smile that you didn't need night vision to see.
"well, lord of the seafoam, you never answered my question."
"hmm? OH! right, well, you see, my step dad mentioned something about a meteor shower tonight and i was trying to get to bunker nine to sit on the roof to watch it," percy explained with a shrug
"no way! me too! well, i was gonna use the half blood hill, but still!" you replied, bouncing on the balls of your feet in excitement
"actually, could i come with you? you know how leo is, probably still working in there and once he starts yapping, he never stops. i'd probably miss the whole thing," percy lied.
he knew leo was dead asleep and he gave percy a key to bunker nine just so he could watch the meteor shower
but was he really gonna pass up the opportunity to watch it with someone so dashing?? he's stupid, but not that stupid
"yeah, course! c'mon, i got snacks too!" you nodded, instantly, reaching forwards and grasping his wrist and dragging him towards half blood hill
percy was grateful you were leading the way for two reasons: one, he couldn't see for shit in this darkness, and two, it allowed him to hide his blush behind your back.
you'd already set up a place by what used to be thalia's tree, a blanket splayed out and snacks splattered on top
it was a perfect view over camp and of the sky, percy sure it would be difficult to miss the shower now
but, while you guys waited, you and percy couldn't seem to stop talking
the randomest and stupidest stuff
"aliens. yes or no?"
"obvi. hard yes."
"is cereal a soup?"
"technically yes, but i'd like to live in delusion that's it not."
"who do you think-" percy started but got cut off by your hands shooting out and wrapping around his arm
"look, look! it's starting!" you explained, pointing up at some streaking lights through the dark sky
you guys watched in silent awe for a while before percy leaned over to you, which wasn't much of a distance as you still clung to his arm
"why does a shooting star taste better than a comet?" he whispered, his eyes still on the sky
you squinted at him suspiciously but hummed in question
"It's a little meteor."
silence and then the cutest giggles percy's ever heard
"that's so chessy!" you managed to get out between your laughs, basically curled into percy's side
and his smile was beginning to hurt his cheeks
then a comfortable silence settled over the two once more, their eyes drawn back to the fireballs shooting through the sky
well, your eyes were
percy's eyes stayed on you, his blood rushing in his ears and his heart beating like a drum
then you caught him, out of the corner of your eye, biting your lip to keep your smile at bay
you were sure he didn't know you knew, your excellent night vision being the only reason you could see his eyes on you so clearly
then the final meteor flew by and percy started praying for just one more, not wanting the night to end
"this was fun...lord of the seafoam," you mocked, bumping your shoulder with his
percy laughed at the call back, but his heart wasn't in it
he knew this night would end and you guys would just be acquaintances, someone you just wave at as you pass on the way to your cabin, but never another conversation to be had
or that's what percy thought.
"of course, master of the darkness," he tried to joke, trying to hide his disappointment at the ending night, "any time-"
before he could get another mopey word out, you were shooting forwards, a kiss pressed firmly to his cheek
the words died on his tongue
"you know, i think the full moon is tomorrow. do you wanna-"
"yes. totally. let's do it," percy instantly cut in, shaking off your nearly paralyzing touch, the need to see you again enough to break him of any spell or prison.
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I have this idea:
Johnny Cage x tomboy (can be gender neutral reader), I see the reader as a introvert, gamer, a bit of a nerd that prefers to wear comfy pants than elegant, tight dresses/skirts. Johnny likes to talk to them cause they can play games together (I believe that johnny being a bit of a gamer is a fact stated in mk1, when we have a Cage's Mansion tutorial?) and so he decided to invite reader to a red carpet event created because of the launch of his new movie. It's first time in their life to attend such thing and they really don't know what to do... (the rest is up to you, they can either fuck before the event while reader is trying to pick a good outfit or just go there and have fun or whatever<3)
johnny cage > zip me up
johnny's not used to seeing his best friend in anything but a hoodie and sweats. what happens when they have to dress outside of their comfort zone?
warnings: nsfw... :3, exhibitionism?, hardcore praising LOL, awkward reader (no rizz ...), reader is written as curvy? LONG POST LOL
notes: i physically cant write dom johnny without it sounding super ooc LOL ALSO!! im so sorry if the formatting is iffy, ive been forced to use desktop and the formatting is completely different than my usual mobile writing
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honestly, it's hard to gauge what games he'd actually play, so a part of me believes he mainly plays... mortal kombat. and yes, since he is canonically responsible for the franchise existing, he would main himself. or maybe he'd play fortnite, lord knows he'd have his own skin.
"come on, man! you can't keep picking general shao! you can just say you hate me," johnny groans, staring at the character select screen. his favorite thing was to drop tidbits about the characters and compare them to the real life counterparts. "i'm still mentally recovering from witnessing his ugly mug."
you chuckle and lean back in your chair, pulling your headset mic closer to your lips. "would you rather i picked one of your buddies? kenshi, or as you called him, sexy face two?"
"and now you're asking me to beat up my best friend," johnny sighs dramatically. you giggle, and it makes his heart flutter and cheeks redden. thankfully, today was a day your webcams were turned off so you were none the wiser. you make a comment that he's the one that wanted to play a game that features his real friends and actual enemies which earns yet another groan from him.
"if you're gonna be annoying, we could switch to something else?" you offer teasingly. "not my fault you choose to stare at yourself every game instead of learning combos."
"oh hush, you love me," johnny replies, earning a little peep from you out of surprise. he loved to push your buttons and flirt with you. it was in his personality, sure, but because of it you did have a massive crush on him. it was innocent and purehearted, but you just couldn't see yourself risking your great friendship over some silly feelings. "you love it when i'm difficult, don't lie to yourself."
"...shut up," you pathetically try to retort, sinking into your seat and fighting the flush on your face. "are we gonna run another round or what?"
"actually, i had something to ask of you," johnny says, tone suddenly serious and almost unreadable. you feel a pit in your stomach at his tone, wondering if maybe you're in trouble. your mind spirals as you nervously fidget in anticipation. "well, two things actually. could you turn your camera on so i can properly ask you?"
you shakily turn your camera on in discord, anxiously glancing between your monitors and camera lens. johnny smiles to himself, leaning forward get a closer look at you as if you were sitting across the table from him.
"good girl, there we go," he says encouragingly, making your thighs clench as you use your sleeves to hide your face. "no, come on, don't hide. here, let me-" he clicks on his own camera button and his webcam blinks to life. he smiles directly into the camera, and for a moment you're winded at the reminder that you're best friends with a celebrity. "-there. now it doesn't feel like i'm talking to my computer."
"well, you are-" you speak up, ready to go on one of your famous tech tangents. johnny holds up a single finger, shushing you instantly. as much as he'd love to hear your voice for hours on end, he wanted to squeeze out what he was going to say first.
"-hold your tongue, my dearest nerd," johnny quips with a wink. "my favor first." you tense up before he speaks up again. "i've got a movie coming out. finally, right? point is, cris is an absolute no-go, and my assistant couldn't find a damsel to hang off my arm in time for the red carpet. so, next best thing, i was wondering if... you'd be my plus one."
"i-i don't dress up, johnny," you protest, looking away. "all those cameras, all the shouting... not for me."
"it's not all bad," he insists with a smirk. "you'll have me. all you have to do is stay close to me and smile."
you stammer, trying to spill out more excuses for him to give in and stop asking.
"i don't have a dress-"
"i'll buy you twenty."
"nobody knows who i am-"
"eyes'll be on me."
"what if someone laughs at me?"
"doll, have you seen some of these hollywood clowns? you'll look just fine."
you tug at your hair, exasperated. he came prepared with every response, had every reason to bring you to the carpet. you wanted to say no, but truth be told, you missed johnny dearly. you don't get to see him in person often, given your medium distance and his constant work. a meek "fine" escapes your lips and johnny cheers to himself, his excitement painted all over his face. it made you warm how well he was at showing his appreciation at times.
"i knew i could count on you, sweetheart. this means the world to me. i'm getting you tomorrow at three, okay? we're gonna get you a nice dress, i'll get a matching suit tailored... oh, it'll be like prom all over again!" he's gesturing wildly as he hypes himself up over the plan.
"i never went to prom, johnny," you chuckle to yourself, eyes on your keyboard. "i wouldn't know the experience."
"well that's ridiculous," johnny looks surprised at this fact, for a reason you can't pinpoint. "i would have asked you if we knew each other then."
"i'm sure," you agree shyly, turning away to try and hide your blush. "i'll see you tomorrow, johnny."
"see you tomorrow, doll," he smiles at the camera again, and you catch a glimpse of it as you weakly return the expression. then, johnny leaves the call, leaving you huffing and blushing. he just asked you to be his plus one on the red carpet, for his movie, for his fans... all eyes will be on you. the thought terrifies you, but maybe you could push through for your friend. you were a software developer, mostly confined to your dimly lit bedroom. this was a whole new realm!
you roll around on your bed and kick your feet, wondering why you're always so awkward around him. if you fumble at all in public, your world might just fall apart. sleep doesn't come easy for you, but it eventually overpowers your anxiety.
sunlight creeps through your windows. despite your usual tendency to sleep in, your nerves shot you awake slightly earlier than that, and you tried your best to negate your shakiness through games and squeezing in any work projects you could make up - before a firm knock was at your apartment door.
you fly to the door and swing it open, excited to see the only man that gets your heart pumping. he's matching your energy with a cheesy grin, immediately charging at you to embrace you in a bear hug. his cologne makes you tingle as you breathe in his shirt fabric. when he pulls back, he chuckles to admire your attire. you're wearing your usual sweatpants, hoodie, and slippers.
"you clean up nice," he compliments you sarcastically. "it's nice to finally see you, honey." you shrug with a shy smile at his endless pet names. "let's get you into something more flattering, yeah?"
he encourages you to his car, it's one of his nice sports cars with his name printed across the seats. you always felt out of place in his luxurious lifestyle. however, even through the two hour car ride back to malibu, you found yourself familiar and comfortable alongside johnny.
"you didn't have to drive four hours just to see me," you insist quietly, voice muffled against the window as you admire the waters. "it's a lot of trouble for one night."
johnny seems to genuinely seem taken aback by your deprecating comment. he leans over and slides one hand on your knee, patting it gently.
"you know i'd do anything for you," he speaks in that dangerously low tone, stealing quick glances as he desperately tries to focus on the road. "i want you with me."
even after his comforting pat, his hand lingers for a moment, sliding up your thigh with feather touches. you cover your lips with your finger to muffle any whimpers that threatened to escape. you always hated how touchy he was, and by hated, you mean it turned you on embarrassingly easily. as the road straightens out, you realize he's staring directly at you with suspiciously blown out pupils, but snaps back into reality as quickly as you noticed. he clears his throat and removes his hand, settling them both back on the steering wheel.
perhaps he just missed me and wants to be closer, you thought. he's always clingy, he probably just... you're having a hard time justifying his needy glances. they looked off. it's been a stupidly long time since someone eyed you down like that.
after what felt like a thousand years, the city comes into view and johnny parks at a luxury outfit boutique. it's small, but the window mannequins alone make you swallow nervously.
it takes quite some time to decide on a dress, because you internally decide that every possible option is unflattering. each time johnny pulls a dress from the selection, you cringe and shake your head. the sleeves were either too long or too short, the skirt was too flowy or too loose, or the color wasn't quite right.
"how about i pick one for you?" johnny offers, a little exhausted at how difficult you were being. "you just go sit in the dressing room, i'll slide you a couple dresses and don't think too hard about this. you'll look great in anything, my dear."
you agreed with his idea. maybe it'd be best for the celebrity that's known to dress nice to put you in something that'll definitely turn heads and keep you confident. it was unfamiliar territory for you, after all, since the last flattering thing you wore was a one-piece swimsuit on a beach trip with your family.
after some time of fidgeting in the dressing room, johnny slides the curtain aside and greets you with a smile, his veiny arm holding about a dozen dresses. he's got his iconic shit-eating grin as it seems he has something devious in mind for you.
"don't look so afraid," johnny shrugs, nudging you playfully. "i'll treat you right, pinky promise." he holds up the first dress, a flowy one with off-the-shoulder sheer sleeves. it looks like something out of a fairytale, and you're reluctant to deny his suggestion when he's cheesing so damn hard. you smile back and shove him back behind the curtain, giving yourself space to change.
you slide into the dress, catching it on your hips momentarily but pulling it past without tearing it thankfully. when you pull it up to your chest, it takes quite a bit of tugging, seeing as the fabric isn't as stretchy compared to what you're used to. when you fall silent as you try to pull the dress up, johnny assumes you're ready and slides the curtain aside, stepping in eagerly.
"how's it-" he cuts himself off when he gets a good look at you. you're flushed from trying to squeeze into the fabric, and your breasts (that he didn't even know you had) were spilling out of the front. his lips get sucked inward as you witness the gears come to a screeching halt in his head. his eyes may have been hidden from his sunglasses, but you know for a fact he's checking you out. "i like that one." his voice is too monotonous for him to truly be emotionless. it's like it's taking every ounce of his being to be normal.
"i don't," you mumble, continuing your fruitless attempts much to johnny's delight as your boobs ripple with each pull. "i can't get the stupid zipper up in the back, either."
eager hands shoot out to you as johnny takes quick strides to stand behind you. your front is facing the mirror, your hands resting atop your breasts and eyes focused on the man behind you. when his head tilts town to get a good look at the zipper, you notice his eyes are far darker than the typical warm brown.
his hands fumble tremendously as he tries to keep his shit together. he uses one hand to keep the parts together and the other to get the zipper sliding.
the sudden jerk catches you off guard and you're far from balanced. thankfully, your palms press against the mirror to keep yourself upright, and johnny lurches forward as his grip is pulled with you. his hands fly to your waist to ensure he doesn't topple you over.
you would have gotten up like nothing happened, and maybe apologized, but during the scuffle you felt something hard and warm through your skirt. johnny's nose is tucked in the nape of your neck when you fully realize your predicament.
as you sputter out his name to call him out, you feel his lips smile against your back. his hands loosen momentarily, but don't pull away.
"uh, sorry, doll," he mumbles into your skin, not sounding all too apologetic. "pretty girls in dresses just... gets me goin'."
"i'm not pretty," you mutter, averting your gaze. johnny lifts his head and looks at your reflection incredulously.
"you're joking, right?" johnny replies, brows furrowed. "babe, look at yourself." he grabs your jaw from behind and angles your vision on your body. "i didn't know you were carrying all this. i almost want t'take you out and get you a whole new wardrobe just to get you out of those garbage bags you're always in. pardon my french doll, but you're fuckin' hot." as he speaks, his hand snakes down your throat, your shoulder, and then settling firmly on your hip, not even hiding the brief sweep he made against the flesh of your chest.
you're left staring in awe. he was always charming around you, but never outright flirting. you glance toward the curtain; what if someone heard all this? you swallow thickly, moving back to look at johnny apprehensively. he's biting his lower lip, suddenly thrusting more against your body, letting a shaky breath as his face is now buried in the crook of your neck as he tries to hold it together.
"you got me all riled up seeing you in that, you know," he warns you in a husky voice that dampens your panties. "so you can't say you aren't pretty. feel what you did to me." the air feels intensely different than it was when you guys were just friends. he's confessing something he'd implied to feel for quite some time, but you never envisioned the day it'd come to fruition. you can't really say you were complaining when he pulls your hips toward him, letting him use your ass to grind down on ever so slightly. your stillness throws him off for a moment, and he looks up at you through the mirror with concerned eyes. "you don't seem into this. i can stop."
"n-no!" you yelp out, sounding a little more desperate that you'd like to admit. "this is okay."
"just okay?"
"well, no, but - i'm sorry, i don't know what to say."
"do you want me to stop?"
"...no."
"good girl."
he presses a little harder against you, keeping you upright and stopping your knees from buckling with his rough hands. abruptly filled with a primal hunger, johnny tugs the long flowing skirt up in bunches, gripping it tightly to get a glorious view of your ass. this interaction was not prepared for, so you couldn't help but feel flustered when your boyshort panties are fully on display. johnny just chuckles to himself as he grabs a shameless handful of one of your asscheeks anyway, squeezing hard enough to leave red prints behind. you bite down on your lips to stop any noise from coming out, but a moan of surprise slips through.
johnny wraps one arm around your midsection for stability, and the other flies up to your lips to hold his palm over your mouth.
"if you want this, you're gonna stay quiet, is that clear?" he growls into your ear, head tilted toward you but eyes fixated on your reflection's eyes. all you can do is nod. "i'll show you how fuckin' pretty you are."
he slides your panties down with ease, expelling a shaky groan when he watches a trail of your wetness follow the fabric. his cock is swiftly freed from his dress pants and he slides his throbbing tip against your folds, creating a sopping sound to the trained ear. if the store was quiet enough, the entire building would know how soaked you were for your best friend. all you can do is whimper and gasp as your noises are muffled by his hand. johnny leans forward and gently shushes you, lips brushing against your ear.
"you can do it, princess," he assures you in that husky voice before holding intense eye contact in the mirror. "you look so good like this, don't you think?"
your pupils were blown out and your cheeks were stained a deep red as you're bent over for the actor. you didn't feel pretty, still. you felt... needy.
you pressed back against his cock, and it slips between your folds before catching on your aching hole, making you twitch. the sloppy friction makes johnny moan against your skin as he hungrily matches your movements. he slides his hand down and toys with your clit, wetting the area with your own juices which seems to be plentiful. he sticks two fingers inside, not bothering to ease you into the process at all. he needs you now, and if "now" is in a clothing store, then so be it. your pussy burns from the sudden stretching, but you take it because it makes him happy to see how eager you are for him.
"i should've put you in a dress sooner," he mutters, hazy eyes staring right through you as he relishes in the way your walls embrace his fingers. "you look beautiful, my dear. angelic. i wanna ruin you so bad, baby, but i can't. not here." his words already bring you closer, but as you feel the tension building inside he leaves you empty and sopping... but not for long.
his tip slides in with ease, and he has to bite down on your bare shoulder to stop himself from losing it entirely. it's the first time in a long time a pussy has been too good for him. he's stuck his dick anywhere and everywhere, but you take the cake. his bite deepens when he slowly but surely bottoms out, his own knees buckling at your gorgeous insides.
"mmf, so fucking good," he groans into your flesh, eyes clenching shut. "my pretty girl. all mine, yeah?" you nod lazily, too entranced in the fact that his cock is buried inside of you. you'd had sex before, but it had been quite some time. years. and his dick just felt impossibly big.
"i could stay like this forever," he mumbles, almost forgetting to thrust. you remind him quickly when you shake your ass needily. "ah, but i shouldn't. you deserve to feel good."
he pulls out slowly, admiring the thin coat of juice painting his shaft before thrusting back in. he's careful to move just enough to hit deep, but not enough to make the slapping sound too obvious.
"there you go," johnny encourages you as he starts to slowly pump into you. "you take me so well, so pretty with my dick buried in you."
you almost wanted to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming. just yesterday, he was your duo in your favorite game. and now, he was fucking into you in public. the thought makes you dizzy and you have a hard time keeping your head upright, that is, until johnny pulls your face up to the mirror again, still muffling you with his palm. you want to say you're the one enjoying it most, but that might be johnny. his once cocky demeanor is now down the drain as he fights for his life to not cum with every second of friction. you were just so good, he's already pussydrunk. he seems to be living in his own heaven when he lazily peppers kisses and licks all around your back, neck, and shoulders, breathy whimpers and moans warming your skin up nicely.
his thrusts grow increasingly sloppy as he completely loses himself against you. his eyes are swapping between you and him in the mirror as he admires your wetness dripping down your thighs and splattering against his own front. he would be mad you were ruining his nice clothes, but he's just going to buy another suit with you anyway.
"you wanna cum on me, doll?" he huffs into your ear, letting go of his fear of the slapping noise and now progressively slamming into you harder and harder. "let me feel it, baby, i'm real close."
johnny's arms readjust, one snaking under your armpit and over your shoulder, and the other rhythmically swirling circles against your clit. what once was hungry groans is now turning into needy whimpers from the both of you as you cum simultaneously. your lower half feels warm as he cums deep inside of you, watching it drip and splatter out with every finishing thrust. your vision becomes tunneled as you see stars, head thrown back as each throb from the orgasm makes you forget you're in public entirely.
he holds you both there for a moment, breathing in your damp skin. you both feel dazed, but incredibly satisfied. johnny kisses your cheek from behind, dancing his way to the corner of your mouth and then captures your lips in a messy, brief kiss.
"you know i didn't need a dress to want you that bad, right?" johnny asks against your lips, his fingers brushing against your bare thighs. "i really do think you're beautiful. always have."
you nod, taking in a quick inhale of breath to gather yourself. "i wasn't sure before."
"well, i hope you are now," johnny chuckles, and kisses you again. "at least, i hope so - hey, hey -" the embrace stops as he steps back and notices his semen dripping down your leg. "don't get that on the carpet. and definitely don't get that on the dress. we're buying that one for the red carpet-" he checks his watch. "-that we're late to. shit."
he doesn't really regret it.
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losing control {part 5}
azriel x reader
summary: you and azriel have been best friends for decades. giving romance a chance takes some time to figure out.
category: angst, slow-burn, friends-to-lovers (kinda)
word count: 5.7k
warnings: none rly! maybe some jealousy and possessiveness??
notes: AHH!! finally !! i managed to complete my first series, my first piece of fiction! this part was a lot more daunting than i anticipated lol i felt like i was trying to tie a bunch of string together for so long but hopefully i pulled it off,, anyways enjoy! please let me know what you think of it :)<3
{part 1} | {part 2} | {part 3} | {part 4}
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You were in Rhysand’s office waiting for Eris to arrive. It had been two days since your fight with Azriel in the changing rooms. You hadn’t seen him, or heard from him, and you had held yourself back from asking about him. If he didn’t want to see you, then you wouldn’t seek him out. You would not lower yourself to chasing after a male that did not want you. Somehow, you had managed to maintain your composure enough to keep the rest of your family, apart from Rhys and Cass, oblivious to your inner turmoil. In the eyes of your loved ones, everything was as it should be, but you couldn’t help but miss Azriel with an intensity that was difficult to endure and you weren't sure how much longer you could take it.
Rhys’ and Cass’ suspicions definitely did not help you feel at ease. Their sly, questioning looks trailed your every more, and it made you feel that it was only a matter of time before they interrogated you. Cassian had already made a few attempts to get you alone, you knew his nosey self couldn’t hold back from wanting to know about the incident in the changing rooms. You had dodged his questions so far, but you were starting to feel guilty for avoiding those who care for you. The guilt only added to the anger you were feeling towards Azriel. Anytime you thought of your current situation, disbelief filled you. You couldn’t comprehend how everything had gotten out of hand so quickly. Where had your best friend gone?
You were lost in your thoughts, standing next to Rhys in his office when Autumn's new High Lord winnowed in, appearing directly in front of you. The first thing you noticed was his red hair, then his eyes, traveling up and down your body until they met yours. A smirk came upon his face.
“The one and only, Y/N. Lovely to see you.” He said with a slight bow. His flirty tone and the smirk etched on his face made you want to roll your eyes. But you didn’t want to disappoint Rhys, you knew he needed the Autumn courts help to achieve his goals with the Night Court, so you were determined to be civil, kind even. “And Rhysand, of course.” he added, as an afterthought.
“Eris.” You simply nodded with a soft smile as a greeting.
He held your gaze until Rhys cleared his throat, “Eris, thank you for coming. My home is your home for the next week. Y/N here will be at your service if you need any help. I’ve already set aside some books that I believe go over some of the most important topics of ruling a court. They are being held at the library if you wish to go over them. For now, you can make yourself comfortable in your chambers for the week. We’ll see you at dinner.” Rhys gave you a grateful look for taking on this responsibility before walking to sit at this desk, to carry on with his work. You understood this was a silent dismissal so you stepped forward, walking past Eris, turning your head slightly to address him.
“Come along Eris, I’ll show you the way” you kept walking, trying to ignore his burning stare as you walked ahead of him.
Outside his bedroom door you faced him, gesturing towards the door. “Alright, here it is. My room is down the hall,” pointing at your door you said, “if you need help with anything, you know where to find me”
Eris raised his eyebrows, grin widening, and stepped closer to you “Are you already inviting me into your bed Y/N?” he asked, lowering his voice so only you could hear.
You couldn’t help but blush at his response, at what he was insinuating. The playful gleam in his amber eyes and his proximity to you, forcing you back into the wall, made your breath hitch. Your eyes drifted to the other end of the hall, landing on Azriel’s shut door and you wondered how Azriel would react if he walked in on you and Eris right now. Would he get jealous? Would it bother him enough to talk to you? Part of you wanted nothing more than for Azriel to show up and claim you as his, to show Eris who you really belong to. The thought of this made your stomach turn, the realization that you weren’t truly Azriel’s overwhelming you.
What you had asked of him ‘I don’t want to be a secret anymore Az’ and his words ‘Then you want more than I can give you’ replayed in your mind. How would Eris know not to flirt with you if you were single in everyone's eyes except yours? You fought the tears that wanted to surface, aware that you very well could be single right now, given that you had not heard from Azriel for days. Maybe this was his way of silently calling it off. The mother knows he would be capable of doing something like that.
Thinking of Azriel shot a pang of hurt through your heart and you scooted your way around Eris, trying to regain your composure. “I am not inviting you into my bed, Eris. You must have misheard me. I thought foxes were known for excellent hearing”
He let out a laugh at your quip, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly, letting you know that it was a genuine laugh. “My apologies then Y/N. I guess I heard what I wanted to hear.”
Now it was your turn to laugh a little, a mix between a chuckle and a scoff tumbling out of you. You couldn’t help it, his boldness and shameless flirting too funny and slightly endearing not to laugh at. Eris was undeniably a handsome male, and having his attention directed at you felt oddly satisfying, somewhat alleviating the ache in your chest. It’s not that you wanted Eris, nor did you want to flirt back, but it felt good to be openly wanted. You only shook your head in response, tried schooling your features and walked away, once again feeling his gaze trailing your behind.
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The arrival of the Autumn Court’s High Lord called for a family dinner. Everyone had gathered around the dining room for a proper welcome. Everyone except Azriel. Azriel was still nowhere to be found. No one seemed to question it, but you couldn’t stop wondering where he was at. Still you refused to ask, you didn’t want anyone to notice how much you were worrying. Your eyes wandered around the room and a sense of longing for Azriel’s company filled you. Cassian and Nesta were playing thumb war across from you- you’d had the misfortune of overhearing Cassian challenge Nesta. According to his rules, whoever won, received some oral ‘favors’ from the other after dinner. His words, not yours. Amren and Varian were next to them, giving each other flirty eyes. Rhys and Feyre were at one end of the table, the high lady opting to sit on her husband's lap as they gazed into each other's eyes lovingly, surely holding a conversation through their daemati powers. At the other end of the table, Lucien and Elain were whispering to one another, his thumb stroking her cheek absentmindedly, and on your side of the table Mor was sitting with Emeri’s arm curled around her. You were happy for your family, but the sight of them curled up with their lovers made you feel sick. The chair next to you, where Azriel usually sat, remained empty.
The screech that came from the empty chair startled you out of your thoughts of the Shadowsinger. Eris sat down and scooted his chair forward, simultaneously scooting it closer to you. “Hello again, Y/N.” he said as he leaned in, “So kind of you to save this seat just for me. Now we’ve completed the table of beaus as one looking upon this dinner might call it”
You rolled your eyes, muttering, “I didn’t really save it for you…”, holding back from saying that the seat was Azriel’s.
However, Eris must have picked up on something. Maybe it was the way you quickly looked around to see if you would catch sight of Azriel. Where was he? The question wouldn’t really leave your mind. Or maybe he noticed what you really wanted to say. You weren’t sure how he knew, but he knew enough to bring Azriel up.
“Ahh I see, it was meant for the shadow man wasn’t it? I was starting to wonder where he was at, he’s usually as attached to you as his shadows are to him.” He looked around the table, “Thought I don’t see any other open seats-”
Rhys cut in then, overhearing your conversation, “Azriel will not be joining us tonight.” He gave Eris a pointed look, warning him to not make any unnecessary comments about his spymaster, fully aware of their mutual dislike for one another.
You quickly looked up at the mention of Azriel, following a sinking sensation in your chest at Rhys' words, you wanted to ask Rhys where Azriel was but suppressed your need to know, aware that Rhys hadn’t elaborated on Azriel’s whereabouts in front of Eris to protect Azriel’s privacy.
As your eyes wandered around the table once again, you caught Cassian staring at you. He was watching how you would react to the mention of his brother.
The rest of the dinner you tried being as present as possible, however you struggled engaging when all you could feel was the ache in your chest. As soon as dinner ended you stood up and slipped out of the room, headed to your bedroom. You thought you were safe once you reached the hallway but then you felt a hand grasp your forearm, stopping you in your tracks.
Cassian had finally caught you and he was not going to let you go until you gave him an answer. He was filled with worry towards both you and Azriel, he had never seen either of you acting so strange. You sighed and mentally prepared yourself for whatever it was that your fearsome-self-proclaimed-brother-warrior-general wanted.
“Y/N, what’s going on? And don’t even try to lie. You’ve been acting weird all week, Rhys has noticed too. You and Azriel both have been weird. I haven’t seen him like this in a long time. What happened the other day?” he asked, genuine concern clouding his hazel eyes.
You ears perked up when he mentioned having seen Azriel, and you ignored the rest of his questions, choosing to focus on that. “You’ve seen Azriel? Where is he?” you asked, deciding to drop the façade, you could ask after your best friend, you would’ve asked before you started seeing each other so why did it matter now?
Cassian narrowed his eyes, fully aware at how you had ignored him, “Not since I walked in you guys arguing, don’t even try to deny- wait, didn’t he tell you he was going on a mission? He left two days ago.” Cassian furrowed his brows, a look of confusion overtaking his features.
A small gasp left you and your eyes widened. You weren’t expecting him to say that. Azriel never went on a mission without telling you first, without saying goodbye to you. The entire inner circle knew that. Neither one of you ever left without telling the other.
“No, he didn’t tell me” you whispered, losing the battle against the tears that were starting to line your eyes. You looked away hoping Cassian wouldn’t see them, having him catch you crying twice in a week was just too much. You already felt embarrassed by everything that had happened.
Cassian of course noticed the effect his words had on you and he was filled with even more concern. “Y/N, what’s going on? Did Azriel do something to you?” he asked gently, moving to hug you.
A wave of protectiveness overcame you, and you pushed yourself out of Cassian's grasp. Even though you were hurt by Azriel’s actions, you felt that you had caused all of this by the way in which you had brought up the status of your relationship. You didn’t want any unsolicited meddling, especially not before you could figure whatever this was with Azriel. You also didn’t want to break Azriel’s trust. If he didn’t want anyone to know about your fling, then you wouldn’t tell anyone. You valued him enough to respect that. You wiped the tear that fell down, “Nothing’s going on Cass”, you replied, turning around and walking away, headed to your room.
“You can’t expect me to believe that Y/N, you are literally crying.” He exclaimed behind you, with a bewildered look on his face but deciding to drop it for the time being.
You chose to ignore him and locked yourself up in your room. Finally letting yourself cry at having lost the male you love, because now there was no doubt in your mind that your relationship with Azriel was over.
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The rest of the week went about in a similar manner, Eris had proceeded with his unabating flirting, however it hadn’t bothered you as much as you thought it would. You had warmed to him slightly, his presence a welcome distraction from the incessant thoughts of Azriel that consumed you. He also took his research seriously, never diminishing the importance of running a court. You had helped him gather research materials at the library and had guided him through complex laws and regulations implemented in Velaris. The week had dragged but you managed to stay busy. Still no word from Azriel. Cassian’s reveal of Azriel’s whereabouts had sparked a nagging anxiety over Azriel’s safety, but after overhearing Rhys and Cassian talking about Azriel's latest update, you knew he was okay and now a numbness had taken over. You could do nothing but wait.
The night of the gala, you were going through the motions of getting ready but you felt disconnected from everything around you. You hadn't seen Azriel all week. If it hadn’t been for your duty to Rhys, of being his right hand this week, you wouldn’t have been able to get out of bed, much less get ready for the gala that was happening tonight. Helping Eris throughout the week had kept you busy enough to not hole yourself up in your room and cry at the loss of your relationship with Azriel. In the time you had shifted from friends to lovers, you had never gone this long without seeing each other, without talking. You were sad, yes, but mostly you were numb. You couldn’t quite wrap your head around how it had all crumbled apart, and an emptiness lived within you.
You didn’t know when you would see Azriel next, and you wanted nothing more than to talk to him; however, you weren’t sure if he would even want to talk. You supposed this was Azriel’s way of quietly parting ways. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you gathered your frazzled thoughts and squared your shoulders, mustering up the courage to go on with the night. Looking over your reflection, your eyes snagged on the ring Azriel had gifted you. As much as it painted you, it didn’t feel right to wear it when you didn’t feel his. Sliding the ring off you tried not to think about the memory of the day he gave it to you, tried to ignore the bareness in your finger. You ran your hands over your dress, briefly wishing Azriel could see you in it, knowing he would’ve loved it. Dismissing the thought, you gave yourself one last lookover, eyes lingering on your ringless finger before sighing and leaving to escort Eris to the gala. .
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Azriel had finally come back from his mission, it had taken longer than he had expected and he was filled with regret at not having talked with you before leaving. He was itching to be back in your arms, to feel your lips, to be with you. He felt like a mad man as he landed, ready to beg for forgiveness, to tell you how much he loved you. The longing he had felt while on his mission had given him the clarity to realize he would do anything for you, and if that meant putting aside his fears of openly calling you his then he would do it. He knew you deserved to be worshiped, to have a male that would proudly call you his. He felt like a fool for his reaction to your request and he was prepared to drop to his knees and give you everything you wanted.
He had stopped by the house to quickly freshen up before hurrying to find you. He knew you would be at the gala, looking as beautiful as ever and he was desperate to lay his eyes on you. His eyes roamed the bodies in the ballroom, shadows dispersing to aid in his search. When he finally saw a glimpse of your smile his heart skipped a beat, he could see you were dancing, your moving body flashing in and out of his line of sight. He darted forward, determined to reach you but when he saw who you were dancing with he stopped in his tracks.
You were dancing with Eris. Jealousy rose within Azriel in a matter of seconds. He took note of Eris’ hand resting on your lower back too close to your ass to Azriel’s liking, too close to be just a friendly touch. He was pressing you against him, the front of your body flushed against his. Azriel’s heart was racing, the ache that he had gotten used to over the past week enhancing, and he could feel the need to strike at Eris rising within him.
Eris looked up, feeling a pair of eyes on him. When he saw the shadowsinger staring at him with a threatening darkness etched on his face, he leaned down to whisper in your ear. He could feel the anger radiating off the Illyrian spymaster, taking note of the flared wings. Eris’ distaste for the bat made him want to egg him on. Eris had picked up on the fact that there was clearly something going on between you and the shadowsinger and he had taken it upon himself to see how far he could push it before the truth came out. It was his entertainment for the week.
Eris pulled you in closer to him, his hand sliding down your back ever so slightly, now resting right where your lower back and the curve of your ass meet. Leaning down, his breath fanned your ear as he whispered, quite seductively, “You look absolutely captivating tonight, Y/N. Though I think Autumn colors would suit you even better”
You couldn’t help the laugh that came out of you, his shameless flirting reminded you of Rhys when he was younger and would flirt with any female that looked his way. Maybe it was a High Lord thing. You weren’t taking it too seriously and you didn’t think Eris meant it in any way other than a playful manner. He liked to jest, you had learned the past week, a side of him many did not understand. “I belong in the Night Court, Eris” you replied.
Azriel watched as Eris leaned down to whisper in your ear, eyes following your every movement. When your head tipped back in laughter at whatever he had said he swore he could feel his heart break. Your hand rested on Eris' shoulder, pointer finger bare. You were not wearing his ring. What did that mean? You never took the ring off. And how were you okay with Eris touching you like this? Azriel felt bile rise up his throat, leaving for the mission while leaving things unresolved now feeling like the gravest mistake he had ever committed.
“I wonder, what has made you so willing to be my friend this past week Y/N? You’re quite pleasant to be around, when you’re not with the shadow man, that is. I noticed you’ve avoided all conversation surrounding the spy. Was it perhaps a lovers tiff?” Eris asked, a devilish smile following suit.
Your eyes widened slightly, how did he know? You didn’t reply immediately, you started to shake your head when he asked, “Do you deny it then?” He raised his eyebrows, lowering his voice even more, lips brushing your ear now.
“Why do you keep asking about him, Eris. Do you feel so threatened? I don’t see how it’s any of your business, given how much you dislike him” You snapped back, regaining some of your composure.
“Why does it anger you so, dove? I am only commenting on my observations. I’ve see the way you’ve remained quiet when it comes to the shadow singer, and I thought he was your closest confidant.”
“He is my closest confidant, he’s the Spymaster. I report to him”
He chuckled and pulled away slightly, one hand moving up to lift your chin up, the other remaining in the small of your back, pulling you in even tighter, “So I ask again dear Y/N, do you deny it then?” He leaned closer, you could feel his breath on your lips and you were frozen. Conflicting thoughts of Azriel ran through your mind, while you fixated on Eris, his intense gaze entrancing you.
And then suddenly Eris was ripped away from you, and all you could see was a flurry of shadows and two flared wings blocking your sight. Azriel.
“Stay away from her, Eris” Azriel snarled, his words dripping with venom.
Eris let out a chuckle, “Ah, there you are.”
You had to admit the flutter you felt in your chest at his display of jealousy, this was basically what you had wished for that first day in the hallway- but you could feel the people around you starting to stare at the commotion, a chorus of gasps at the assault against the autumn court’s high lord. And you would not let Azriel ruin yours and Rhys’ hard work from the past week to build up a diplomatic friendship with Eris.
“Azriel,” you reached out for his arm as it was getting ready to grab Eris by the collar, “stop, not here.” you muttered.
When you touched him your body reacted with warmth and excitement, but your belly dropped when he looked down. The look he gave your hand, at where you were grabbing him, was one of distaste, like he couldn’t bear your touch.
He shook his arm out of your grip, gently, so as not to make even more of a scene and squared his shoulder. His eyes looked down at Eris, snarling down at him one more time before turning to walk out of the ball room, shadows covering him completely.
You immediately followed him out, trying to bring as little attention to you as possible while still trying to catch up to him. Once outside in the gardens looking out over Velaris you called out to him.
“Azriel! Wait!” You could see he was about to take flight. His winds flapped creating a swirl of wind on the terrace, locks of your hair tumbled out of your updo. It was hard to maintain your balance as you neared Azriel, the power thrumming out of him making it difficult to get near.
“Az, please” you begged, and finally he turned his head.
Never in a million years would he have expected to come back to this, to see you with him. In Eris’ arms. He could barely hear through the rush in his ears, he was trying to keep his emotions in check but they were getting the best of him. His wings shook with the power coursing through him, his siphones glowed bright blue, his hands were curled into fists at his sides, every muscle in his body taught with anger, and his shadows swirled around him in a dark storm. He looked every bit terrifying and magnificent in your eyes.
When he met your eyes, the worry in them, the pleading look you were giving him, he felt his breath catch in his throat. He felt that he could barely look at you, he felt so betrayed. The kind of betrayal that would crush him if he didn’t find a way out.
His deathly stare raised goosebumps along your arms, knees weakening and you fought everything in you not to rush to him and comfort him. You took a shaky breath, “Azriel, I-I don’t know what to say. Where have you been? When did you get here? I-I missed you”
He glared at you, a scoff coming out of him, “Missed me? You have a funny way of showing that Y/N”
It was your turn now to narrow your eyes, how dare he? You were about to speak up when he continued, his anger getting the best of him, breaking the cool indifferent mask he usually displayed.
“I missed you. The entire time I was gone I was worrying about us. Worrying about how you were doing. Worrying about making you feel like shit, but I see you’re doing fine, cozying up to him.” He spat, glaring in the direction you had come from, where Eris was still inside. You could see the anger and the hurt in his eyes.
“You did make me feel like shit!” You exclaimed, tears lining your eyes as you glared at him. “Azriel you literally disappeared. How was I supposed to even think that you were missing me when you refused to acknowledge me before you left, you left without saying anything, and you didn’t send me ANY sort of message. What was I supposed to think?!?!” Your frustration was getting the best of you, and you were on the verge of yelling. You were sure anyone outside of the ballroom could hear the both of you.
“I needed to gather my thoughts” he muttered
“Well, have you gathered them now?” you snapped at him.
“I-I have, but Y/N, I need you to understand that I only didn’t talk to you because I didn’t know what to say a-and I didn’t want to fuck this up. I am so terrified of losing you, I never thought I could have you and now that I do, or did, fuck I don’t even know, I don’t-didn’t feel worthy of you. Don’t you see? Being with me puts you at risk, every single enemy I have made will want to hurt you. Because of me. And you don’t deserve that. How could I ever live with myself if something happened to you because of me? I can’t bear the thought of putting you in danger.” A franticness had overtaken Azriel, you could see he was spiraling and you wanted nothing more than to pull him out of it.
Your eyes softened. You understood what he was saying, of course you did. You had felt the same terror take hold of you from time to time, but the love you felt for him overpowered any fears. You only hoped the bond you had built would do the same for him.
“I just don’t understand” his voice broke now, he could feel his anger slowly dissipating and the hurt in his chest was growing, he could feel himself crumbling “I thought we had promised our hearts to one another” he breathed out, a tear falling out. “I didn’t think I’d see you about to, so willingly let Eris, for mother’s sake, Eris kiss you.” He spat, voice dripping with venom and so much hurt.
“I thought you were ending things Az! I haven’t seen or heard from you in a week! I didn’t even know you were gone on a mission till days after. You’ve never left without saying goodbye. We’ve never gone this long without talking, or writing, or-or something, all I knew was that you didn’t want me in the way I wanted you. You still haven’t answered my question. TELL ME, what was I supposed to think?!?” You were full on sobbing now, the tears were cascading down your face and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. How had everything gone so wrong?
“You were supposed to think that I would NEVER end what we have. Don’t you see how much this means to me? Don’t you see how much I love you? I would never, Y/N, I would never end us.” Azriel said, all composure gone. You had never seen him this way, breathing heavily, eyes teary.
“You love me?” you whispered,
“Yes, I love you. You consume me. I never thought I could love like this, I never thought I could find love like this, I never thought I could feel so loved. But you do, you make me feel loved in a way I have never experienced and I would soon rather die than lose you.” The pain in his eyes, his drooped wings, his hands hidden behind his back, all were a testament to the sincerity of his words. “I thought.. I thought I made you feel the same. I thought I was showing you how much I care for you. What you mean to me. But I see now that it was clearly not enough, for you should have no doubt of what I feel for you. Tell me Y/N, do you not feel loved by me? Am I not doing enough?” He looked at you in the eyes as he asked you, a few more tears streaming down his face.
And your resolve broke. You had never seen Azriel cry. You had seen him upset, on the verge of tears even, but never actually seen him cry. And to know you were the cause of that broke something in you and made you run towards him, grabbing your face in his hands. “Azriel. I love you. I love you with everything in me”
His hands came to hold your waist, holding you tight, squeezing you, he needed something to ground him. But you could still see he was holding back, the distrust still simmering in his eyes. You couldn’t stand it, you wanted it gone. You couldn’t bear the thought of causing Azriel any pain. “What were you doing with Eris?” he asked softly, voice barely above a whisper.
You sighed, holding his head in place so he wouldn’t move it, collecting the tears that fell free with your thumb. “I-I don’t know. Nothing happened, I didn’t even think he would go in for a kiss. I promise Az. Rhys asked me to help him out this week so I’ve been helping him with court duties. Nothing happened.”
He leaned his forehead against your, and his hands trailed up your body to rest on either side of your face. His eyes were closed, trying with all his might to accept the candor in your voice, trying with all his might to push away the doubts that were trying to overtake his thoughts.
“But you almost kissed” he said, voice breaking at the end.
“I’m grateful you stopped it, Az. I didn’t want to kiss him, I just froze. I only want to kiss you, always, at all times. No one else.” You implored, praying the mother would help you get through this. To let you and Azriel have the relationship you had both searched for your entire lives. You refused to let this misunderstanding ruin it all.
“I saw you laughing before… it looked like you were enjoying his company”
“I’ll confess I have built somewhat of a friendship with Eris this past week. I was laughing because he said I would look better in autumn colors. I said I belong here. I belong here with you.”
His eyes darken, eyes locking in on yours with a possessiveness you had only seen in mates. “You’re mine” He growled, his eyes searching for any hint of disagreement.
At this you furrowed your brows and whispered “How was he supposed to know? How is anyone supposed to know that” You looked down, reminded of why all of this even started in the first place
Azriel sighed, all signs of anger leaving him once again, and lifted your head to look at him “You are right. And I am sorry. I tried coming home to you as fast as I could to tell you that. I’m sorry I was so stubborn before. I don’t want you to think I’m ashamed of you or that this, this beautiful thing we have, is only casual for me. You deserve someone that worships you, that proudly shows you off, and I want to be deserving of you. Please let me try. I will go in there right now and tell everyone that you have my heart, and it will remain forever yours.” He tightened his grip on you. You felt like he was staring into your soul. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry my love, for what I’ve put you through. I fear hurting you and I let my fear blind me to the point I hurt you. I love you, gods, I love you.” His deep voice, rough from the events of the night, pleaded for a second chance. “Give me a chance Y/N to prove to you what you mean to me, and I vow to never stop showing you, if you will give me this chance.”
You could only nod, tired of having waited such long days to feel his lips against yours. At your acceptance Azriel stopped holding back and dipped his head. When your lips met, time ceased to exist. His lips were so soft, so warm, so delicious. You felt alive again, finally back in your lover's arms. Azriel held you with ardor, pouring all the yearning he had felt throughout the past week into the kiss. He was done being shy about his affections for you and he would kiss you, to his heart’s content, for as long as you wanted.
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Summary: A late night drive through downtown Cincinnati after a rough day at work helps your blossoming relationship with Tee become even more serious.
Warnings: just straight up sickening fluff; allusions to a potential spicy part 2 👀 and it’s also just really freaking long so 😅
Also, thank you again @balanceingrace for helping with framework and helping me love this story again. I love you always🤍
You shuffle into your little house after an extremely long and busy shift at the hospital, throwing your purse lord knows where and your shoes in the general vicinity of the little shoe rack by the door.
You loved your job, but a day like today made you want to break down and never go back. It was one thing after the other, difficult patients, difficult family members, there was no time for time management, and not to mention losing a patient halfway through the day. That was your straw, but you had no choice but to swallow back the tears and keep moving.
You peel off your scrubs after slugging off to your bedroom, and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Your mind was numb, your body was numb.
After a few minutes, you finally slide off the bed and go into the bathroom to take a shower, the borderline scorching heat of the water soothing your achy, and extremely tense muscles. You let a couple tears slip out but you always tried to make sure you didn’t bring work home with you, because that would just make your job and home life worse. You refused to combine the two.
You step out of the shower and quickly dry yourself off and half ass-ly drying your hair. You realized once you started that you quite frankly didn’t care. You slip on an oversized shirt and panties before slipping into your bed, the tears wanting to flow but you wouldn’t let them. You just took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling once again.
Your brain started running 100 miles a minute. Replaying the day in your head, if this was what you still want you wanted to do for the rest of your life, what tomorrow what was going to consist of, your relationship with Tee that has become VERY serious recently, the big black hole in the middle of our galaxy. You know, all the things.
At one point, you turn over and the clock read 10:47pm.
“Oh shit” you groan. You had laid here for an hour and a half just thinking. You wanted to go to sleep but you couldn’t shut your brain off.
Your phone dings and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You lazily picked up your phone off of your nightstand, and it was almost like your favorite person read your mind.
Tee 🤍
wanna go on a drive?
You smile at the text, your heart that has been cold most of the day flooding with warmth almost instantly and a couple tears make their way down your cheeks. It’s like he knew, he had that instinct of needing to take care of you, and that’s what he was going to do.
(Y/N)
how did you know I needed that?
Tee🤍
bc I know you
I need to see you and I feel like you need to see me
I was just hoping you were up since it’s way past gma’s bed time 😉
You roll your eyes, that smile not leaving your face. You did normally go to bed at 8:30pm. You loved your sleep, who doesn’t? But he loved to make fun of you for it.
(Y/N)
I do need to see you, really bad.
come get me
Tee🤍
on my way baby
You take another deep breath, not only thanking Joe and Olivia for introducing you two but thanking God for placing Tee into your life. The longer you guys have been together, the more he knows you, how you operate, which faces mean certain feelings, even as much as knowing when something is wrong even when he’s apart from you. It was the little things.
You throw on a pair of biker shorts and a long sleeve. It was fall time and temp was in the 60s. It was beautiful outside lately.
You fix your hair as best you can, still keeping it up but making it look like you weren’t just about to go to bed. 15 minutes later, Tee texts you saying that he had just pulled in and you throw some shoes on before heading out of the house.
You walk down to his car and open the door, leaning down to peek at him. He smiles at you, one arm leaning on the console and the other resting on the steering wheel and you couldn’t help but match his smile.
“Hey you” you say.
“Hey you” he repeats, his smile radiating. His smile killed you. It was so bright, so genuine. He was someone who was genuine. Very kind hearted and caring. You adored him.
You climbed into the passenger seat and made eye contact once again. You two look at each other for a moment before he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek and then on your lips.
You pull away a few moments later and bump your nose against his, smiling like a love sick puppy. The way he makes your mood change instantly still blows your mind.
“Missed you” he murmurs.
“I’ve missed you too” your voice cracks, not intentionally, but those tears were making their way back. Little did you know that you just needed him to help you feel better.
“I knew something was up, what’s wrong?” He asks, resting his hand on your thigh, his eyebrows furrowed as he watches the tears form in your eyes.
“It was just my day. I can tell you while you drive” you assure him.
“Driving can wait” he gives your thigh a squeeze.
“No Tee, it’s okay. I’ll be over it by tomorrow. Just go ahead and drive, for me, please?” You quietly beg. He stares at you for a moment before nodding and backing out of your driveway.
You two ride in silence for awhile before you tuck a foot under you, getting comfortable since who knew how long you two were going to be driving around for. At one point, the air was getting colder and you were getting cold but you didn’t want to say anything because you were enjoying the windows down.
Tee easily read your body language so at the next red light, he put the car in park and unbuckled before slipping his hoodie off and handing it to you.
“You don’t have to do that. I’m fine” you smile at him as he buckles himself again.
“No you’re not. Can’t have my girl freezing” he smiles back before hitting the gas as the light turns green. You roll your eyes and throw his hoodie on, sneakily smelling his cologne.
Tee’s hand slides onto your thigh, giving it a nice squeeze. You smile over at him and you rub your hand up and down his tattooed arm. Sexy ass.
“Do you want to talk about your day now?” He asks, glancing over at you. You let out a deep sigh before starting to explain one thing after the other, and he listened attentively, he was a very good listener and you were thankful, especially on the days where you needed to rant.
“….and everything just piled on top of each other and it became almost unbearable. I tried to wind down so I could go to sleep and just forget about today but my brain wouldn’t shut the fuck up” you let out a huff of annoyance and he quietly chuckles at the last part.
“First off, I wanna say how much of a badass you are. I could never do what you do in a day. That’s a hell of a lot of brain power to use and energy that I don’t have”
“You’re a fucking wide receiver, Tee, you have a lot of both of those things” you giggle.
“But it’s different, you know what I’m sayin’? Like you are having to keep people alive, some you can’t help and it was written in the cards from when they were even thought of. But you are so fucking brave and so strong to do what you do everyday. I hope you know how badass you are, because seriously, you are and I admire you for it every single day” he looks over at you as he arrives at another stop light.
Your heart floods with a familiar feeling you’ve experienced honestly since you started dating Tee but you kept pushing it off because you didn’t want to believe it so early but it was happening; hell, it happened already, you fell in love with him, truly, madly, deeply. It was pathetic.
He was the most generous and loving person. He was supportive and encouraging in everything you did. Always looking out for you, checking on you, making sure you feel beautiful always. You were his queen, his number one, other than his Momma, and rightfully so.
You’ve had a few serious relationships over the years but all of those men turned out to be trash and honestly gave you trust issues but this was different in only the best way possible. You saw a future with Tee, even after this short time that felt like a lifetime.
Not to mention he was a hottie. His handsome face, that stunning smile, his tall and muscular frame, his tattoos; the man was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome.
Tee glanced over at you, feeling your eyes on him, he gives you his bright smile that makes you want to squeeze him tightly and never let him go.
You love him.
“You want to tell me what’s on your mind right now? Did I say something wrong?” He asks, turning his eyes back to the road, a small and almost worried smile gracing his face.
And speaking of heart racing, yours was about to beat out of your chest at what was spilling out of your mouth.
“I love you” you breathe out.
Tee’s heart could about explode. He’s been so scared to say it, afraid of how you would react when he would say those exact three words to you. He honestly fell for you a lot sooner than you fell for him but that was another story for another time.
“I am so glad you said that, because I love you too” he says, his smile the brightest it’s ever been.
“I really need a damn stop light because I need to kiss you so bad right now” you say and he laughs.
“Hold on, I gotchu”
He turns onto a different street and the light turned yellow and he slowly comes to a stop, placing the car in park and looking over at you.
“Thank you Jesus” you breathe out and grab his face, smashing your lips against his. You two smiled against each other’s lips, thinking about how you both finally made the long awaited confession.
Then to make it even more perfect, “Snooze” by SZA comes on shuffle. You two finally pull away from each other, not without another sweet kiss from Tee.
“I fucking love you” he says just above a whisper. Your stomach was doing backflips. Just hearing him say those words meant the world to you.
“And I love you” you smile.
He gives you one more firm but tender kiss before he shifts the car back into drive as the light turns green.
That just happened.
When you first started dating Tee, “Snooze” was y’all’s vibe, and still is. You dreamt about him. There was never a moment where you wanted to be somewhere else. He made you feel so important, so wanted, cared for, loved.
Everything in this moment couldn’t have been more perfect. This song playing as you two drove through mildly quiet downtown Cincinnati, windows down, the cooler air slipping into the car, nipping your skin but in a comforting way.
The sky was clear so despite the city lights, you could still see the beautiful stars in the sky. The man you loved to the left of you, his tattooed hand on your thigh, you wearing his hoodie, and both finally saying out loud that you loved each other. Your heart was surely the size of both of your lungs combined at this point. Every bad thing that happened today vanished from your brain like it never even happened. This was what heaven looked like to you.
He must have felt this moment too because his hand finds yours and laces your fingers together, giving it a soft squeeze.
“Long as you dreamin' 'bout me, ain't no problem
I don't got nobody, just with you right now
Tell the truth, I look better under you
I can't lose when I'm with you
How can I snooze and miss the moment?
You just too important
Nobody do body like you do”
“Damn” Tee murmurs and shakes his head.
“What?” You ask.
“You…the way you make me feel. It’s just wild” he says, full on blushing and you couldn’t help but blush in return.
“Quit Tee” you smile down at your clasped hands.
“You quit” he chuckles.
“Ain't a home when you not here
Hard to grow when you not here, I'm sayin'
I can't lose when I'm with you”
“You should stay over tonight” he glances over at you with hopeful eyes.
“Teeee” you sigh.
“Please? It’ll kill me to take you home tonight” he juts his bottom lip out.
“That’s very dramatic” you giggle and flick his lip.
“It’s not dramatic. I don’t wanna take you home, especially now” he says, squeezing your thigh. You smile sadly and rest your head on his arm, your mind already working to figure something out. You didn’t want him to take you home either.
After another half an hour or so, he pulls back up to your house. He leans his head back onto the head rest and looks at you, his eyes sad.
“Don’t look at me like that, Tee” you whine.
“I don’t want you to leave. It’s been a week and I miss you” he sighs, looking down at your hands intertwined, his thumb rubbing back and forth on your hand.
“You’ll see me at the game this weekend” you tell him but he still didn’t like that. You wanted to play a little hard to get now.
He turns his head back, looking forward. You knew he was pouting.
“Tee”
You sigh when he doesn’t answer you. His hand still rested on your thigh as you watched him. You get an idea.
You unbuckle your seatbelt and climb over the console and into his lap, straddling his hips. He looks up at you, eyes widened slightly. He gave you a quick glance up and down before his eyes meeting yours as you speak up.
“Can I suggest something?” You ask and he hums.
“I would stay at your place, but I have stuff to do here tomorrow, stuff that I could get done while you’re at practice. So what if we stayed at my place tonight? I know it’s not as nice as y-“
“Okay” he smiles, his hands running up your thighs and holds onto your hips.
“Okay?”
“Okay. But I might have to run home to grab stuff for tomorrow, if that’s okay?”
“Well yeah, of course, whatever you need to do. Are you sure it’s okay?” You ask running yours hands up and down his shoulders.
“More than okay. I don’t care where we stay, as long as you’re there” he smiles again and you couldn’t help but smile back.
“And then I could stay with you this weekend?” You suggest.
“Absolutely” he nods.
You wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your face into neck.
“I’ve also missed you” you say, pressing gentle kisses onto his neck, your breath sending chills down his spine. He wraps his arms around you tightly in a hug. He couldn’t get enough of you, ever.
“I’m going to go home and grab my iPad for our meetings and grab more clothes so I can stay a couple days, okay?” He asks, running his thumb over your bottom lip.
“Okay”
“That okay with you?”
“More than okay with me” you kiss his lips multiple times, him giving you a loving and healthy smack to the ass before you crawl out of his lap and out of the car.
“I’ll be back. I love you” he smiles. God, it felt so good for him to say that, and it felt so good for you to hear it.
“I love you. Be careful” you smile back, giving him another kiss before shutting his door and making your way back into the house.
Holy shit. What a day.
45 minutes later, as you laid on the couch, you get a knock on your door.
“Damn it” you curse under your breath as you hop off the couch and run to the door. You accidentally locked the door out of habit.
You unlock the door and open it to be greeted by Tee who had a bookbag on his shoulder and a duffel bag hanging by his side.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to lock it” you say grimacing.
“Don’t want me to stay, huh?” He smirks pushing his body up against yours, backing you further into your living room, shutting the door behind him.
“Don’t you start being dramatic again. You know I want you to stay. I want you to stay all the time” you cock an eyebrow at him, sliding your hands up his arms and around his neck as he drops his bags.
“Mhm” he hums as he presses his lips to yours, his tongue making its way into your mouth, giving you all the feels.
Tee’s hands slide from your hips to your ass, squeezing it with his large hands. You moan into his mouth and he presses his hands into your ass so your hips press into his.
After a couple minutes of your make out sesh in the middle of your living room, he pulls away slightly, his breath fanning your face. He must have brushed his teeth before coming back over to your house because you tasted and smelled mint.
“You make me feel…insane” he says.
“Is that a good or bad thing?” You ask and he smiles at you.
“So good” he chuckles, reattaching your lips for a few more minutes before you break away again.
“As much as I want to continue this, it’s so late and you’re gonna hate yourself in the morning if you don’t go to sleep” you breathe out.
“You right. Tomorrow, after I get back?” He smirks.
“If you’re lucky” you shrug, giggling at his expression.
“I’m very lucky, damn it” he says nuzzling his face into your neck making you laugh.
“Let’s go to bed, you exhaust me” you sigh, walking past him towards your bedroom.
“You haven’t seen anything yet, baby” he says, giving a harsh smack to your ass as he walks behind you.
“Tee!” You gasp and he smiles innocently.
You two eventually get changed into more comfortable clothes and get comfy in bed, your back pressed against his front, his long arms wrapped around you and his face nuzzled into your neck, mumbling “I love you’s” to each other that still didn’t feel real.
And that’s when he starts to slowly hum a melody that you both listened to earlier in the night, allowing you to relax and finally drift to sleep.
I can't lose when I'm with you.
How can I snooze and miss the moment?
You just too important.
Nobody do body like you do, you do.
#tee higgins#teeeeee#tee is everything#cincinnati bengals#nfl#joe burrow#tee higgins fic#fluffy#fanfic#tee higgins x reader#joe burrow fan fic
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Shit Interview PT 4
Summary: After two weeks of Bruce Wayne playing hooky, Y/N is finally putting her foot down. [B (23) & Y/N (21)] [Eventual slow burn with Bruce]
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader
a/n: Well hello there. If you liked this story, it’s a part of my “Out of My League” series. There will be more to come ;)
Y/N had given him seven more days of solitude. That’s a week since their last argument. Two weeks since she had been hired. Where was her boss? That was a great question.
In case you don’t know, that’s two weeks of sending email invites, fourteen days of missing calls, and three-hundred-and-thirty-six hours of picking up Bruce Wayne’s slack, and yet, even this was not her breaking point. Oh no. Her breaking point was Nigel Collins. Mr. Collins, who she had originally planned on interviewing for, was an absolute asshole. She should have known, considering his tight interviewing process. He hadn't even found an assistant 'worthy' of him yet. Every meeting she attended in Bruce Wayne's stead, he commented on and belittled her. Sitting her in the corner of the room each day, in an extra office chair with no desk, she’d balance her notebook on her knees as she wrote down their meeting notes since typing ‘bothered him.’ Her back ached, and she had to sit and listen to him complain about her presence, and oh, did he love to hear himself talk.
“There’s Bruce Wayne’s little spy.”
“You’re going to act as notetaker… for Bruce Wayne… I don’t even think I’ve seen him read before.”
“It figures Bruce Wayne hires someone else to do his work for him, but can he try hiring someone competent next time.”
Now, Bruce Wayne was not exactly in her top ten, but good lord, isn't talking behind someone’s back a little spineless? The only saving grace was when Mr.Johnson and Mr.Foxx attended. They at least tried to keep everything as professional as possible. Honestly though, despite Mr.Collins being difficult, it had been one of the best work weeks of her life. But there was still one problem. Bruce Wayne was waiting her out, and she had one thing that wasn’t crossed off her to-do list.
Naturally, Y/N had called Alfred in advance. She told him she would be driving over to the manor to have a discussion with Mr.Wayne about his responsibilities. Instead of deterring her, which she thought he would do, Alfred told her it would be better to come up on Saturday at noon since Bruce had a daily event scheduled after dinner each day. Who knew his calendar was blocked off? Certainly not his assistant. So here she came, in her shitty car with a new battery, wearing a sweatshirt and joggers. Her hair was a mess, and she knows she doesn’t look very professional, but honestly, she doesn’t feel like being very professional.
Pulling up to the large front gate, she intercommed Alfred, and he buzzed her in. She recognized where to go from her last interview and pulled down the driveway towards the side door near the kitchen. Alfred let her in with a grin on his face.
“I have a feeling this is going to be good,” he smiled.
“Really?” she replied. “I was having the exact opposite of that feeling.”
Her fingertips were tingling as Alfred led her into Bruce’s office. Y/N was starting to feel like she rushed in too quickly. She was just so frustrated this week. She felt like she had to do something like she had to act. But now here she was in Bruce Wayne’s office in her sweatshirt and joggers, looking like the exact mess he made her. Too late to change, she thought.
Meanwhile, Alfred had gone up to Bruce’s bedroom. It seemed he was already awake, doing his morning pushups on the floor. If by morning you mean 12 pm. “You have a guest waiting in your office.”
Bruce looked over his shoulder, exasperated, “May I know who it is?”
Alfred only smiled, pulling a T-shirt off his dresser and handing it to Bruce. Bruce pulled it over his head. “I wish you would just tell me these things.”
Bruce had considered not going, but it was best to be complacent with Alfred. Walking down the stairs and turning the corner, he frowned. Alfred had closed his office doors, so he didn’t even know who to expect. He definitely did that on purpose.
Moving silently, he opened the large door. It didn’t seem like the woman in the middle of the room had noticed. She was looking out of the windows toward the Gotham skyline. Bruce started to run a list of the people he knew in his head, and he did not recognize her. He had considered meeting her out on one of his “Bruce Wayne Bachelor” nights, but by the way she was dressed, he could tell she wasn’t exactly here to catch his attention. He cleared his throat, leaning against the doorframe.
It scared the shit out of Y/N, who was already on edge. She turned quickly, bewildered, and took in his appearance. So this is what Bruce Wayne looks like in person. He was taller than she had expected, and the articles were true... he did look even better in person. She sighed, letting some stress out after he scared her and slightly relieved he was also wearing a pair of sweats. At least she doesn’t feel so out of place. “You’re a lot quieter off of the phone.”
“So we’ve met before then?” he asked, confused.
“You don’t know who I am?” she asked, and Bruce just shook his head with a stupid, confused look. She was already getting annoyed. “Does Alfred tell you anything?”
There it is, he thought, as his face completely changed. “Oh, wait. I recognize that attitude.”
“My attitude-”
“And no, by the way, Alfred doesn’t tell me anything. He didn’t tell me hired you. He didn’t tell me you were here.”
“Can you talk for once without interrupting me?”
“What are you doing here, Miss.Y/L/N?”
“Wow, I’m surprised you even know my last name. Considering how uninterested you were in our last conversation,” she sighed. “Really I just came to make sure you were still alive.”
“Still alive?” he quipped back.
“You know, since you haven’t attended any of the meeting invites I’ve sent you. You’re ignoring my calls. You’re leaving me in meetings with Mr.Collins. It’s like you want everyone to think I’m incompetent.” Y/N wasn’t sure where she was storing all of this pent-up anger, but it was here, and she was visibly upset.
“Did I lie to you?” he threw his arms out. “Did I say I wanted an assistant? I even tried to fire you over the phone."
He's saying it like it made the situation better, Y/N thought. Bruce rubbed his forehead, trying to calm down and rationally get out of this situation. "Listen, this obviously isn’t a good match for either of us. Why don’t I just have Alfred get you a different job?”
“Oh, so you won’t even do that yourself? You’ll make poor Alfred fire and rehire me.”
“What do you want from me?”
“I want you in office!” she exclaimed. “I bust my ass every single day trying to save your reputation, which I’m doing as a favor to Alfred, by the way. I sit in meeting after meeting, looking like an idiot because my boss can't even find the time in his ‘busy schedule’ to be there. Do you honestly, and I mean so honestly, think someone else will hire me when I haven’t even done my actual job yet, which is assisting you in case you weren’t aware?”
He paused after her outburst, looking at her with an unbothered stare, “Wow, great performance. Did you rehearse that?”
“I should have known you’d be much worse in person than you are over the phone.”
“Then why even bother showing up,” he tilted his head.
“I actually really enjoy this job, despite everything, and I’d really like to not lose it.”
They both paused and said nothing, staring each other down. It felt like a standoff, and the silence was slowly killing her. If anyone can play the quiet game, it’s Bruce Wayne. You know, since he’s been doing it and winning for the past two weeks.
“I swear to god,” she broke, groaning. “It does not have to be this painful. I won’t schedule meetings until noon if you want to sleep in. I’ll make you a to-do list. You can even get on Zoom calls from the comfort of your own home if it makes you happy, but please don’t make my life more difficult than it already is.”
There was another beat of silence, and she couldn’t even tell if he was mulling it over. His face held no expression as he just stared at her silently. It was kind of unnerving. Eventually, he turned to leave the office, and she thought she might cry out in frustration. But, he sighed, dropping his head, and stopped. “I will be at the office from twelve to three on Monday. No more. No less.”
It looks like she did end up catching his attention.
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I Could Care Less
Daemon Targaryen x Reader
Summary: You were fundamentally the ball and chain Daemon so badly wanted to saw off his ankle. The ditzy cunt, he called you. He'd realize it spoke truer than he thought, considering you knew how to handle matters of society, yet had no idea how babies are conceived.
Word Count: 4k+
Warnings: fem!reader, wife!reader, self-indulgently yucky!daemon, smut (dub con, virgin!reader, vaginal penetration, degradation kink, humiliation kink, corruption kink, sadism, hair pulling, slapping, breeding kink, creampie), typos, etc.
A/N: felt like being ruined so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ MINORS DNI
Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony @risefallrise @slavyanskiyahui
The maester before me froze in his place upon hearing what I had just told him.
"Princess," he turns to me, halting his search for his equipment, "I beg your pardon, but did you say," his face contorts, "you have never shared a bed with your lord husband?"
I furrow my brows at his tone, unsure of why he sounded so shocked. I wait for him to speak something further, but he only looks at me expectantly. I pull my head back slightly. A thin trickle of embarrassment rises up my neck due to his expression. I refrain from shrugging but I do shake my head, "I... yes. I don't see why that is a problem."
"You don't-" he starts but then cuts himself off with a deep sigh. The old man makes a sound then slowly walks over to me, "my lady," his eyes widen, "I cannot help you with balms or herbs-- no amount of balms or herbs meant to aid conception will, if your maidenhood is still intact."
I raise a brow at him, "but I am not a maiden, maester, I am married."
"So you have shared a bed with prince Daemon?"
I do not respond to him but I do sigh.
He gives me a grave expression, "if you wish to fall with child, you must share a bed with your husband."
I suck in a breath upon hearing this. A line forms between my brows, "but, maester Abner, my husband does not even like being around me."
He looks away and huffs in defeat. He brings his hands together, "perhaps," he tilts his head to the side, "if you were clear about your intentions, the prince would be... tempted to indulge your desires. After all, your husband is well-abled and hot blooded."
My face contorts at his words.
"Perhaps you can think to use your womanly traits to persuade him."
Must he make such obscene remarks?
I clear my throat and nod vapidly, wanting nothing more than to end this conversation. "Very well," I quickly dismiss, "I will do as you instruct."
Maester Abner nods and greets me farewell as I hasten for the door. Just as I was about to leave however, he calls out and says, "oh, my princess! Do also make sure that you both peak after."
I raise my brows at this. He does not clarify so I simply nod.
"It is imperative," he raises a finger, "inform your husband. He will understand."
With that, I set off, more confused than ever as to how I would ever have a child at this rate.
I place a hand on my belly and mutter a quick prayer under my breath. I can be persuasive. I shall try my best.
Daemon is most likely with his Gold Cloaks at this moment. It will not take much to find him.
It's not a far travel, but it does take a while for me to reach the training grounds. The moment I spot the practicing troops, I suck in a breath and saunter through. The soldiers that spot me make way, some offering greetings in regard, some not. I make it a point to greet all of them in return regardless. It will be easier to have them on my side later if I find it difficult to convince my husband to return home with me.
I spot Daemon, sitting on a table laughing with his fellow men. Everyone around him clamps their lips shut and stand to bow to me. I dutifully return the greetings.
Daemon is the only one left seated. When he finally turns to me, his face is nettled. He rolls his eyes as I curtsy at him. He groans, "what is it, ditzy cunt?"
The men around him stifle uncomfortably at his name calling.
I ignore it, having been used to it at this point, "I would like to have a word with you, my prince."
He releases a breath and turns back to the table before him, "then by all means, don't let me stop you."
The men at his table watch him as he takes a drink from his cup. He slumps over on the table.
I huff and grip my hands tightly as he orders the men around him to sit down. They do so with reluctance.
"I would prefer it if I spoke to you privately," I mutter while stepping forward.
"And I would prefer," he raises his head, though he doesn't turn to me, "that you fuck off."
A long moment passes. It's painfully clear that he wasn't going to budge. I impulsively decide, then, to just get on with it. So, I suck in a breath and blurt out, "I want a child."
The men at the table turn to statues.
Daemon raises a brow and peeks from over his shoulder.
"I've spoken to maester Abner about it. He says he cannot help with the matter, and that we must share a bed."
Daemon furrows, then finally turns to me. His lips curl, "you've come to me after speaking with your maester?"
I watch as he narrows his eyes. I nod, "yes."
Daemon releases a wry chuckle. He rubs his lap then stands, "and what did the old fuck say, hmm?"
A ripple of dread spreads when my husband walks over to me slowly. I clench my jaw when he presses closer into my space, then begin to step back, "I mentioned before..." I word carefully, "maester Abner said that if I wish to fall with child, I must share a bed with my husband."
I flinch when he suddenly leans towards me.
"To do what exactly?" he coaxes with a taunting glint in his lilac eyes.
The question, for some reason, makes my stomach roll. I step back further and clear my throat. What else would we do anyway? There was only so much you could do in bed.
And yet, I find no confidence when I retort, "to sleep."
Daemon straightens up and makes a disingenuous face. "Ahhh," he raises his brows, "is that what your beloved maester told you? You truly live up to the name I gifted you, ditzy cunt."
I do not respond to him.
He tilts his head and leans on his right leg, "let me ask you a question, lady wife," he motions to nowhere in particular, "if one of my men had an issue with land, what should be their first course of action?"
I knit my brows and his rapid change of topic. I release a breath, "well, what is their issue with the land?"
He shrugs, "what issue can you think of?"
"Many issues," I retort, "title, portioning, labor, drought. There are a great many things issues that cou-"
Daemon cuts me off with a raise of a finger. He links his hands in front of him, "which of that could you help them with?"
I give him a look, offended by his insinuation of incompetence, "my father is lord to a great stretch of land. I could help with any issue that is posed."
"Yet clearly, your father did not teach you the most important thing."
I scoff, "lord husband, my father is-"
"Remind me again," he waves his hand impatiently, "why did you go to your maester?
I clench my jaw, "because, prince Daemon," I retort sternly, "we have been married for a while, and still I am not yet with child."
He gives a deep sigh, the deepest and most exaggerated of sighs that I have ever heard him give. And then he laughs. He laughs so hard that the whole room turns to him, if they weren't already turned to him, to us, to begin with. He laughs like he heard the silliest of jokes. He laughs from his diaphragm and shakes with his whole body.
Finally, he sighs again then catches his breath.
"Your whole purpose is to sire children," he rambles, walking over to me.
I have no opportunity to step back this time around because he grabs me by the arm and rips me into him. His breath is hot against my cheek as he mutters against me, "and yet they betray you by hammering ledgers and chastity into your head."
I whimper when his grip tightens.
For a moment, I can only hear my pulse as he looks at me, as he assesses me like a hawk would a mouse.
"Tell me one last time why you came to me, little girl?" he speaks under his breath.
I give a breathy response, "I... want to have a child."
And when I say he drags me all the way back, I mean he drags me all the way back. It didn't feel like a wife being escorted by her husband at all, it felt like a captive being lead by a captor.
I am in front of our shared bed, though we had never shared it before, when he finally releases me with much force that I nearly topple over.
I catch my breath and stare at him as he stalks over to the nearby table to pour himself a drink. He does not turn away from me as he does this, not even when he grabs the ewer and fills his cup.
He takes a sip of wine then raises his drink to me, "lift your skirt up."
My face drops in horror. My chest tightens and my hands protectively grip my skirt. I whisper violently, "I beg your pardon?!"
Daemon purses his lips into a frown that then lifts into a smirk, "I won't I repeat myself when I'm quite certain you heard what I said."
The prince takes another sip of his drink and begins to walk over. I let out a faint yelp when he suddenly chucks his cup to the side, making its remaining contents splatter to the ground and the metal object to clank against the floor.
He wipes his lips as he inches nearer, "on your belly, ditzy cunt."
I am enraged and mortified. I muster out with as much conviction as I could, "I will do no such thing."
Daemon laughs and stops in his tracks, "won't you?"
I gulp heavily.
He giggles, "and why ever not?" He lifts his nose, "is it too indecent for the lady?"
I shift uncomfortably and quip, "I was raised with honor."
"Ah," he throws his head back and holds in a laugh, "I would have never known. Not when you walked into a camp of men, unchaperoned, practically begging your husband to fuck you."
My jaw drops. I am so shocked my his words I don't even know what to say.
He laughs louder, but the next moment, he is upon me. He grabs my arms and I immediately fight back, only to find that I was powerless against him. He chuckles where I squeal. He forces my arms down and keeps me still as he explains through a hot breath, "allow me to disillusion you, little girl."
He rubs his nose against my neck and my skin pricks all over. "If a woman wants to have a child, and she's lucky, she gets her husband to bend her over and shove his cock into her, over, and over, and over again until she's crying from her eyes and her cunt."
My entire body burns at his vulgarity.
"But if she's not lucky," Daemon chuckles as I continue to try and rip out of his clutch, "she gets another man to do that for her."
The next moment, he releases me and I pull away as quickly as I can. I end up falling onto the bed because of this. I bounce on my spot as I look up at him, too petrified to move.
"That is what you want from me," he grins, lifting up his palms as he peers down at me, "you want me to pump my come into you and ruin your petty honor so that your body is molded perfectly into the vessel that will bear my seed."
I'm at the brink of tears.
I expected his venom and his thorns but still, how could he speak so horribly to me?
"So?" my husband says, linking his hands in front of him, "do you still want a child?"
I heave heavily, feeling tears prick in the corner of my eyes, "you're a brute."
Daemon laughs insensitively, "I'm sure you already knew that."
I did. I do, gods I really do. Hearing it face to face still stung though. I cannot help that I am still gobsmacked by his tawdry, lascivious words. I try not to let my emotions get ahead of myself, so I attempt to calm down with deep breaths.
I turn to my skirt when I am unable to contain the tears any further.
Daemon feels his stomach bubble in excitement at the timidity.
He shifts in his spot as he becomes increasingly more uncomfortable with the constraints of his trousers.
"How do I know you're not tricking me?" I mutter.
Daemon feels his pulse in his pants. His lips curve. And though there was a softness in his expression, it was overpowered by flares of debauchery. After all, there was a prize before him, willingly calling out to be corrupted. Who is he to ignore the call?
"I am a great many things, but a liar is not one of them."
I turn to him, shivering when I see his faint smile.
"I have no use for lies. If I must resort to treachery, then I'll grab Dark Sister and be done with it."
My nostrils flare as I will myself towards serenity.
His smile widens. His loins burn at the recognition of defiance. He will enjoy putting that out.
"Think about it," he offers, "you want a child? One that will grow in your belly? How will it get there? What's it going to take to make that happen? A magic potion from your maester?" He narrows his eyes, "if that was the case, why'd he send you off to me?"
I avert my gaze to really take a moment to ponder on his words. The more I thought about it, the more logical it sounded, and it was horribly late realization. My ears begin to burn and my heart wishes to escape the confines of my chest.
"Will..." I pipe up. My voice falls into a whisper, "will it hurt?"
Daemon raises his brows, and demands (though he hears it), "pipe up."
"Will it hurt?" I speak louder, digging my nails into my fingers.
He holds back a grin, "you know, you really ought to look me in the eye when you speak to me."
I suck in a deep breath and repeat once more as I turn to him, "will it hurt?"
Daemon presses his lips together and shrugs, "only if I want it to."
I shudder at this.
He chuckles, "doru-borto genes," stupid mouse.
I feel my tears travel down my neck.
Daemon thinks of smearing it on the sheets.
"Will I be with child after?" I muster up the courage to ask.
The prince licks his lips and shrugs once more, "perhaps. Perhaps not."
A dreadful prolonged moment passes.
I don't have much of a choice, now do I? My poor heart that had only just calmed begins to race when I hear Daemon tapping his shoes on the floor. The next moment, I find myself blurting, "I trust in you, lord husband."
Daemon's shoulders shake in amusement, "a miscalculated judgement."
I turn away from him and huff, "you're incessantly making this harder."
"As I should," he snorts, "I assure you, you would not enjoy me if I wasn't."
I feel my face burn at the insinuation I would enjoy any of this. How could he expect me to enjoy something so lewd? I shake my head and heave, "maester Abner said something else."
He hums, "I doubt it's anything useful."
I clench by jaw and decide not to say it then.
Daemon does not like that. "Well, mouse," he barks, "spit it out."
"He said that must both... peak. It is imperative."
I turn away from him when he laughs. He bends over in amusement and clutches his stomach, "what darling naiveté."
I say nothing to that and he only continues to laugh.
It becomes painful at a point, and so I cut him off but misjudge my bravery, "shall I-"
I also make the mistake of turning to him as he straightens up. It is then that I spot the bulge behind his breeches. I quickly turn away and blink rapidly.
"Shall you?" he calls in question.
"Shall I..." I whisper lower each moment, "turn over and... lift my skirt?"
I dare to turn back to him when he doesn't respond. Upon seeing his expression, the wretched glint in his eyes, the wolfish grin on his lips, I decide not to fuel his flames any further and merely do as he had asked of me.
Slowly, I roll over, feeling the mattress dip as I turned to my chest. My legs dangle from the edge and my feet barely touch the ground. I curl my toes and slowly pull my skirt. My breath strains as I hike the fabric up to my waist, leaving my smallclothes on full display. He laughs all over again. I sink into the cushions and bring my face into my hands in shame.
"An eager slut, aren't you?" he sniggers.
I push my face deeper into my hands, muffling out, "don't call me that."
I jolt and squeak when Daemon grabs my hips and barks, "what was that, slut?"
I do not respond, and it seems that was the incorrect course of action.
A loud crack and squeal reverberates in the room. He slapped my hind like he meant to discipline me.
He did.
I squeal again and grip at the sheets when he yanks me from my hair and lifts my head up, "answer!"
I grow rigid and feel tears instantly spill from my eyes. My breath is caught in my throat, and so my response is quite broken, "I-I-I said don't call me that."
Daemon releases my hair and my head drops. I bury my face in my palms. His hands then go back to my hips and I cannot control the sound I make when I feel him rub against me harshly.
"Oh, you don't like that?" he hisses as his groin moves into mine. I stuff the sheets into my face in order to keep my silence. Daemon digs his fingers up the curve of my flesh then yanks my smallclothes off.
He pants when he pulls away. I hear him march many paces back, "is it too unnerving to know it's true, wife?"
I do not move an inch even though I no longer feel him against me.
Daemon licks his lips at the sight before him. A weeping cunt. Pretty.
I vaguely hear the shuffle of fabric.
"Touch yourself."
I hold my breath. I do not move. I am tenser than ever.
He effectively frees his erection then looks back up. When he is not obeyed, he lets out a guttural growl, "you've never played with your cunny either, pet?"
I do not respond.
My belly tightens when I hear his footsteps. My neck strains as I grunt in response to the feel of his fingers assaulting my core. He moves with such ferocity, I cannot help but press my thighs as close together as I can to repel him.
"This is where it feels good," he announces as his one hand sinks into the cushion while his other toys with a nub that sends sparks all over my body. I begin to feel myself burn and grow uncomfortably drenched as his fingers rub and dip around my flesh. "Remember when you touch yourself after this, stupid girls like you can only peak to the thought of their husbands breeding them."
A coil in my belly begins to wind uneasily. It only calms after Daemon pulls away. I have an opportunity to catch my breath when he does.
But then his hands come to my waist and I feel his hardened length glide against me.
Daemon lets out a string of incoherent noises then his one hand leaves my side. He uses his free hand to grab his member and slaps it against the leaky entrance in spite. The feel of each hit sends ripples through my body. I whimper when he flicks harder.
A croak rips out of my lips when my thighs are forced apart. His hands are excessively rough when he does this and speaks, "arse up, ditzy cunt. Or else I'll fuck you there instead and you won't get the prize you want so badly."
He slaps his hand on my bum when I do not immediately oblige to a command. It elicits a deep cry from my lungs. My skin stings at the contact and with pained noise, I do my best to lift my parted legs and push myself on my toes. The imprint of his hand lingers on my skin.
I'm throbbing all over at this point.
Daemon grabs himself again and points his tip to the plump folds before him. He groans freely where I attempt to contain myself. I feel him lather his member in the wetness that was now spreading all over my skirt and thighs.
Daemon thinks of dragging this out and continuing with torture.
I feel him poke into me a couple of times, easing in teasingly, shallowly entering back and forth before he hisses and speaks.
"Nyke kostagon daor iderēbagon lo jaelan ao naejot sagon adhirikydho lēda riña iā daor," he sighs as he composes himself for a moment, "ziry iksos issare bōsa pār eman ryptan mirros sīr... merbugon."
I can't decide if I want you to be quickly with child or not. It's been long since I have heard something so... hungry.
I scream into the sheets when I feel rip into me.
"So..." he heaves and rubs the fleshy part of my hips, "fucking desperate."
If I hadn't heard myself make the sound that I did, I would have never known it was possible for me to make it. I sob into the sheets, tasting the coarseness of the blankets against my tongue as I do so. I feel the salt from my eyes trickle into my open mouth. I feel snot build in my philtrum. I really don't find it in me to clamp my jaw shut after.
Daemon begins to thrust into me at a punishing rate. He pounds with much vigor and little regard. I feel so full with each blow. I feel so stretched out; somehow it feels delicious. It makes all my nails claw into the surfaces it can reach. The crackling sparks inside me intensify as I progressively lose my breath. With every hit, something soft and tender in me is attacked, leaving my body in tremors.
He pants in sync with his pummeling. My whimpers and groans are at a few seconds delay.
He latches his hands tightly on me and beats into me with singular purpose. Even through the obscene noises we were making, the slapping of skin was very much audible to my ears and it amplified the heat burning across my body. What kind of heat that burned in me was now indistinguishable.
My feet are barely on the floor as he hoists me up and stuffs himself in and out of my folds. It get increasingly harder to not simply succumb, and yet I find it nearly impossible to relax against his abrasive touch.
"So wet and tight," he growls, "so eager to be molded by my cock."
I yelp when he shoves into me once a bit more forcefully.
"What d'you think, come slut?" he jeers, "are you going to make me a kepa quickly, or shall I bully you a bit more before you carry a dragonling in your womb, huh?"
The only response he gets out of me is heavy breathing and high pitched squeaks.
He rips into me harder again, coaxing out a cry that claws my throat. I progressively grow weaker against him.
"You will answer when I spoken to," he forces.
My cheeks rub against the sheets. I feel tears, snot, and saliva pool into the cloth. At this point, I am a convulsing mess against him. I suck in a breath through my watering mouth then shudder in response, "p-please-"
He titters then releases one hip to grab my hair. He rips my locks away from my face as he croons, "I don't think we're understanding each other, squeaky mouse."
He yanks my hair back, lifting my head uncomfortably, causing me to choke on my spit. I wail in response to his careless pulling. He leans down and maniacally heaves, hips not ceasing their ministrations at all, "r'you going to make me a father like a dutiful bitch or not?"
I choke on a moan before I can respond. My breath is shaky when I say, "yes."
I feel an unmistakable tension reach its acme deep inside me. My breath shortens even more.
"Good. Don't fucking disappoint me then, darling," Daemon exhales, releasing my hair, making me helplessly faceplant. He digs all his fingers into my sides again.
After three quick breaths, I am broken.
My terse body reaches its capacity and I shatter against myself, against him, quaking, fluttering, weakening. I drool all over and shrivel up tightly. My belly breaks into a million tiny pieces and my mind goes blank. All that's left is, "Daemon, D-Daemon, Daemon-"
And he loves every second. He feasts in the feel, in the tightening sensation around him. He takes in the smell of depravity and feels his ego inflate.
He savors every minute reaction and, in all his wickedness, quickens his pace, snapping his hips harder.
He feels every shiver and jolt. He relishes every mewl and screak. He makes sure the crash is at its most violent, the peak at its height, before letting himself come undone. And when he comes undone there's so much come.
His momentary self-control was well worth it, considering the noises that echo through the chamber.
Daemon doesn't get sloppy, not at all sloppy as he pumps his flaming arousal deeper and deeper, but he does go a tad weak when he hears his name get called the way it is. What can he say, the sound of his name gets him going.
I am a melted disaster. I am a lump of quivering sobs. I am a puddle of lewdness.
The sensations that I felt magnified inside me when I felt Daemon's release. It was ironic that 'peaking' was now clear to me, considering I couldn't see straight through the tears blurring my vision. I found myself speaking the prince's name as though it was the only word I knew.
The pleasurable feelings from mine and his release were now wearing off and quickly becoming immensely uncomfortable.
I could barely even make a sound at this point. My mouth was drier than sand.
Eventually, when Daemon's movements relent, I finally find reprise and slowly even my breathing.
Daemon releases heavy huffs and gulps loudly. After a moment he reaches a stand still.
I am unsure if the feel of his hands rubbing against my butt was real or not.
My legs tense and core sharply flinches when I feel him unceremoniously pull out of me. Immediately, I feel hot liquid ooze out of my tenderness.
The yelp that leaves me when my soreness is slapped is immensely different to that of the ones I made earlier. It is weak and hoarse. It is telling of how powerless I was in this moment.
And though I would think it is apparent, my husband still had little regard for me as he leans down to my face and whispers, "can't you feel yourself leaking?"
I jolt and whine his name out in a plea when I feel him touch my aching core that he just hit seconds ago. I feel his fingers swirl the overexerted area. I feel like crying all over again.
"You're wasting my seed, you know. You ought to do something about it if you really want a child," he says before pulling away.
I don't find it in me to move after coldness crashes onto me. Not after that, nor after I feel my womanhood twitch as more evidence of Daemon drips down my legs. I don't move even when hear the shuffling of clothes and the crunching of footsteps.
The marching sound travels farther back and soon enough I hear the creak of the door.
"Next time you come demanding things from me, come slut," Daemon wipes his fingers on his thighs, "remember I won't be so gentle."
The door slams shut.
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I hope in "A second chance" the reader won't die. 😭I would love to see how Helion helps her get through the traumatic experience of the difficult birth.
A court of Hope and Second chances part IV
It was Madja who had stopped the bleeding. It was Madja who had put the healers in place, drawn from their powers, and did what she did best - save lives. She lingered long into the night, tending to your unconscious body. Making sure you were comfortable and at ease. No sense of discomfort.
Helion hated it all. He hadn't moved from the side of the bed. He had stayed back, allowing them all to do what had to be done. Only interfering when a handful of healers tried to move you from the bed so they could clean the sheets and wash you off all the blood and grime. That was when Helion scooped you up into his arms gently. He hated that he hadn't thought about his daughter or where she was until Madja had told him that the baby must be hungry by now. Another panic set in there. Where was she? Who took her?
"Handed her to lord Vanserra, my high lord", Helion's gut twisted for a moment because the first thing he thought of was Beron and even the thought of that made him want to tear the world apart. But it had to be Lucien. Then again Helion hated that there was this fear deep down. What if Lucien just took her and ran? What if he will never return her? Bring her to Beron himself? He wouldn't, right?
Helion wasn't even sure where he was walking. He allowed his senses to guide him fully. The door he came across was used rarely. It was only you who used them because this place was made purely for you. He was doubtful that he would find Lucien here because he doubted that you had shared this place with him just yet but if his heart was telling him to, he had to check just in case.
Climbing a handful of stairs, Helion submerged from the bottom level. And it didn't take him long. Lucien was there his back slightly turned to Helion. He had picked your favorite spot under the glass cupola. The sound of trickling water up here was soothing and added to the humming that filled the space this almost felt like a sanctuary.
Helion stepped closer. Lucien was rocking from side to side softly. His eyes fixed on the little bundle in his arms. So captivated by it that he didn't even hear anyone approaching. It's the way the little girl looked right at him too. Her big golden eyes stared at him. Not amber like Helion's, no, golden like Lucien's. Her tiny fist firmly gripped her brother's finger. The rest of his palm rested on top of her chest, without a doubt proving a soothing warmth.
Just Helion steps onto a fallen leaf, the crunch making Lucien quickly pull the bundle closer to his chest as he whipped his head up, fangs out as he snarled. So protective. So scared. Like a lost animal protecting the last sacred thing in the world. Helion wondered often how Lucien would be when she was here. He knew that the fireling stuck around because he was excited to have a sibling, to maybe try the concept of the family once more. He assumed the protectiveness was going to kick in eventually but it happened sooner rather than later.
"My boy, it's just me", Helion said softly as he inched closer. Only then did the high lord notice the way Lucien's chest was raising up and down frantically. He was scared. Worried. "I won't lose her", the words sounded broken and Helion's heart ached once more today. He had heard the horrors of his childhood, the things he endured and he hated himself for it. Because he should have stopped it somehow. Should have known, "You won't. She's in your arms, isn't she? It's already one of the safest places she could be". Lucien's eyes welled up with tears as he leaned in pressing a gentle kiss to the baby's cheek.
"Mom?", he asked, drawing back. Helion let out a deep sigh, "Stable and looked after". He hoped that was true. That it will all be okay. That you will wake up and then he was never going to let you go. No harm will ever come your way. There was no life without you for Helion. "We need to...", Lucien rasped, "Yeah... we'll bring her to Y/N", Helion nodded, stepping aside, leaving enough space for Lucien to get up from the floor, "You did very well, Luci", Helion placed his hand on Lucien's shoulder, squeezing it softly, before the two headed back to the bedroom.
The lights were low there. Madja was gently stroking your hair as the two males walked in. Helion for what felt like a thousand times that day had nearly dropped to his knees as he saw you blinking up at the healer. "My love...", he crocked out, you flinched slightly but your eyes met him in an instant. He halted in his movements, he didn't want to frighten you anymore. You still looked so fragile and pale. Cheeks had barely regained the healthy tinge of pink.
"My baby..?!", you muttered, eyes so fearful, Helion wished he could chase it all away. "Waited patiently with he brother to see you, Ma", your eyes fell onto Lucien, expression softening instantly. You reached your hands towards the two and Lucien wasted no time to head over to you. He carefully lowered the babe into your arms who instantly started to sniffle as if she only now realized, only now that she felt you, a big missing part of her. Only now realized just how hungry she was.
Helion watched as you softly brushed your finger over her round cheek, before reaching to cup Lucien's face. The fear melting off his bones. Madja didn't want to rush the moment but the babe quickly announced her hunger loudly. The healer quickly helped you up, carefully placing another pillow behind your back. And here Helion started to wonder if you blamed him. Were you mad at him? For everything that happened. Because he felt guilty and he wondered if you knew that? When happy grumbles and suckling filled the room, Helion let himself close his eyes. His body felt uneasy now that he stopped with so much adrenaline still flowing through his body. He felt a warm palm on his chest, he knew it was Lucien before he even opened his eyes, "Look after her, stay here", the younger male said, before slipping away from the room.
The baby was sleeping soundly in your arms, yet Helion hadn't moved from his place at the end of the bed ever since. "You're mad at me?", you had asked after a while. Your voice was so small, Helion couldn't help but hate it. "Me?", he quickly asked, "Why would I be mad?", "Because of everything that happened", your words struck him to the core. The last breathing creature he blamed was you. "You've been standing there all cold and distant... you didn't even...", your eyes filled with tears but you quickly tilted your head back. Helion erased the distance between you two, quickly lowering himself on the side of the bed, "I didn't know if you wanted me here. I thought... I thought you blamed me for it all". You furrowed your eyebrows at him, "Why would I?", "I should have had better healers here, should have been here from the start, should have been able to do more, should have...", you quickly raised your hand, cupping the side of his face, pulling him slightly closer to you. There was still so little energy in your body but you leaned forward, pressing your forehead to your lover's, "You were here, that's all that matters". Helion carefully rested his arms on your hips, breathing in your scent, that now was tightly mixed with the baby's. Listening to the steady sound of your breathing. The way your heart was beating. But Helion equally as much felt the fear that still ran through your body. He noticed the slight shake of your arms as you held your daughter.
"I'm so scared I'll die or she...", you muttered Helion cut in, "You will not, neither of you will, I won't let it happen", now both of his palms cupped your cheeks, making you look up at him. "I'm so scared no one will hear me", you crocked out, pressing the sleeping babe tightly against your chest. "I will always hear you, even when you think that no one will. I will always hear your call".
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ANIDALA FIC RECOMMENDATIONS- Part 1*
Realized I inadvertently left off several great fics. Stay tuned for Part 2!
Snowbaird has inspired me to revisit a favorite ship from my younger years. Inspired by @burntblueberrywaffles list, I put together one of my favorites. The vast majority of these are on ff.net BUT BUT BUT remember you can convert them here for download to your Kindle.
The Anakin Saga by geo3
A five part series published before all the prequels were released (so this is an OG). The first two are one shots. The last three are multi-chapter.
The Hour of Souls
The padawan and the Senator find that it is very difficult to be in love when everyone is watching and a shadowy figure is pulling strings....
Step into My Parlor
At the end of Episode II, why, oh why did they let Anakin travel back to Naboo with Padme? It turns out that a certain Dark Lord had something to do with it...
Children of Circumstance
A story about Anakin, his love and his path.
Winds of Change
Early days of the fall... Anakin's path after he is secretly married and returns to the Temple.
Ring of Fire
The final story in the Anakin Saga Series.
Living a Lie by Leah Naberrie
After the forbidden wedding, the reality of living a lie hits the Skywalkers.
Slight of Hand and Twist of Fate by irnan
"I suppose we should just be grateful they're not planning to televise the investigations," Anakin grouses. "Hmm," Obi-Wan says, too busy playing with Leia to answer him
Purgatory by HelenT
As if the comment Obi-Wan had made to Luke about Anakin ‘dying’ when he became Darth Vader was literally true, a newly dead Vader wakes in a strange world—as a twenty-three year old again. Post ROTJ
Kratisto by Irnan
Collection of ficlets about Anakin Skywalker
Pulse by froovygirl
AU for ROTS. As Padme's life hangs in the balance on Mustafar, a stream of brilliant light causes Anakin to reconsider his choices.
Into the Archives by skygawker
After hearing the legend of Darth Plagueis the Wise from Palpatine, Anakin decides that his best chance to save Padme is to break into the restricted Holocron Vault of the Temple Archives to search for information about Plagueis. Predictably, all does not go according to plan. Revenge of the Sith AU.
No Real Affection by Meredith Bronwen Mallory
After the second attempt on Padme's life, the young senator and Anakin find themselves getting to know each other again.
Underneath by CrazyAni
After feroscious duel on Mustafar, ObiWan Kenobi and Darth Vader are given a chance to go back and save Anakin. The Force sends them back to the past, but they wake up in each other's bodies...RotS AU*
*unfinished but worth a read
Part 2
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The sweet taste of depravation
You repaid your husband's previous affection in the best possible way, luckily for him to seem to like it a lot.
∴pairing: Osferth x Fem!reader
∴warnings: male receiving, indecency, no plot just porn. and english is not my first language.
part one | ewanverse masterlist
Getting up slowly, you squeezed him gently into his pants and heard him moan. “Let me return the favor, my love.”
Unlike your husband, you weren't entirely flustered by mentions of debauchery. You had faith, but your religiosity didn’t match Osferth's, which particularly facilitated things in intimacy, as two rigid and fearful people were worse than one. Although you didn't have as much experience as other ladies, you were no fool about the things that could be done by a man and a woman, so imagine your surprise when your kind husband suggested such indecency of tasting your flower? Such pleasure bestowed on you by his mouth in an act so intimate and so good, it made your entire skin burn and yearn for more. The image of him clumsily tasting your nectar still stunned you, leaving you weak at the knees, however, nothing fairer than returning the favor to your sweet, handsome Osferth, just when he was sorely in need of your affection.
He didn't say anything when you massaged him into the thin fabric of the bedding, savoring the sensation with a little regret. Oh, how wrong it felt! But so good!
“My love, you don't have to do this if you don't want to, I’d understand…” he said with puppy dog eyes and red mouth, forming a pout.
Nothing derived from the love between soulmates could ever be wrong, and you convinced yourself of that faster than he did.
“Do you want me to stop, my love?” asked sweetly.
"… Only if you want."
“I don't want to, what about you?”
“No, I don't,” he said, then corrected himself. “I-I don’t want you to stop, my lady.”
Nodding with a smile, you pulled his manhood out and touched it tentatively, wiggling and squeezing as you remembered exchanging experiences with the other ladies — although not nearly the proper way. It was actually fascinating how hard and soft it was, so interesting that if it weren't for the squeaks and sounds of the man below you it would have totally captured your attention.
Your other hand held his jewelry before massaging it, making him almost shiver beneath you, spurred on by the caress of your two hands.
“Where do you like most, my lord?”
“Upstairs,” he replied breathlessly.
You moved your hand up to the bulging, bulbous top part, massaging and moving from top to bottom while working the bottom part with your other hand. Recalling some accounts of how to touch a man, you left a light grip on the top and lowered yourself to his level, placing it in your mouth. Oh, that had him squealing beneath you, clutching the hand you kept wrapped around him and the side of his head for support. For a moment you thought you had hurt him, as your next thoughts were about how you should do it. God, it seemed so difficult to keep your teeth from touching that your delay in getting used to taking it caused a small accumulation of saliva that served to lubricate him when you raised your head and lowered it slowly, sucking your way back.
“Oh my Lor-" he broke off, not wanting to speak such blasphemously.
You took it out of your mouth and kept touching him with your hand, spreading moisture over its length just to ask:
“Are you enjoying it, my lord husband?”
“Ye-yes, my love… it’s so good.”
Smiling again, you leaned in to take him passionately, licking and sucking as you played with his warm, valuable stones. Your disinhibition was gradually lost as you pushed him deeper, still calmly but steadily, you sucked him in the bulbous region every now and then, making him moan louder and louder. Your beautiful baby monk, so flushed and adorable beneath you, a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead as delicious sounds came out of his rosy lips. Your own intimacy clenched and twisted at the sight of him so desperate, yearning to feel the wet length of him against, to rise and fall over him, to feel the heat burn through your veins a second time in such a short period of time. So inappropriate, so wanton. So good…
“My love, oh f.. I think I will- Oh good Lo-“
You felt a squirt into your mouth with a strange, bitter taste, pulling back to see the white color. His seed. Oh God, your legs tingled and clenched, leaning down to lick as much as you could despite the taste, wiping it off with the back of your hand before stretching out for a lustful, hungry kiss, to be returned breathlessly with big hands. firmly grabbing your waist and pressing you against him. He leaned his forehead against you after the kiss, hugging you and inhaling your scent.
“So… that was really good,” you said.
“Very, my love, I didn't know you had such debauchery in you,” he teased.
“Do you mean to speak of debauchery when you suggested kissing me downstairs, husband? You’re unholy!” You smiled slyly, kissing every inch of his beautiful face.
“Perhaps I should do a purge after this,” he suggested good-naturedly.
“Of course you must.”
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Please can you give us a little someone about their holidays in hawaii? 🥺 Like how it end up like this? They were playing cards and then she was riding his tongue? Friends are suppose to be rewarded like that? what kind of friendship is this? OH I WANT IT
Yeah so this led me to writing out how it all played out 🤣. It really was supposed to be a short ting but I got a bit carried away. Oops. Hope you love it 💕
What Happened in Hawaii.
BAD FOR YOU AU
warnings: nsfw, 18+, minors dni, smut, oral (f receiving).
word count: 1.3K
pairing: lewis hamilton x black f!reader
Ever since the events of the last season, you and Lewis were kind of stuck to the hip - much to the annoyance of your boyfriend but he had hesitantly agreed. Your best friend was going through an incredibly difficult time and he needed your support.
And it was in that seeing each other almost everyday that something in your friendship shifted, on your part anyway. These romantic feelings that were never there beginning to grow and you hated it and yourself for feeling such a way. So when Lewis was starting to talk to more of his friends and family, you drew away - focusing on your relationship more.
Lewis thought that the two of you were finally getting somewhere and then you started pulling away from him and he didn’t like it. Your relationship with Jared wasn’t going to stop him. He just needed to get you alone and his coming birthday was the perfect opportunity. All close friends and family on a trip to Hawaii.
Jared didn’t want you to go but who was he to tell you what to do. You weren’t thinking about him as you spent days in the sun, swimming in the blue waters, enjoying good company and good food.
The tension that you had been trying to ignore immediately came back and lord was it intense. Each look, each graze of a touch, just hearing his laughter sent shivers down your spine and left an ache in the pits of your stomach. It was fucking annoying this sexual awakening you were having for your best friend.
On the last days of the trip, the crew had been chilling on a yacht and once the children went to sleep, the adults came out to play. Big mistake. Adding alcohol into the mix was an even bigger mistake. It loosened your inhibitions and once you were like that, you began to flirt - returning the looks, returning the touches and how you responded to him was amplified.
It left you wanting more, needing more. But you weren’t going to admit to it. So you drank even more and that was very fucking stupid because you kept winning the card games and one by one, everyone left until it was just you and Lewis.
Each round, the stake kept getting higher, more risqué and with the shots of tequila settling in your stomach, you wanted to push how far you could go.
“If I win, I want you to take off your shirt.” You bit your lip as you looked at him with your eyes sitting low and small smirk.
“Can I choose my reward.”
“What?”
He had been sitting close to you and the way his eyes took in every detail of your face, lingering on your lips as you bit on the bottom one before moving back to your eyes. Your nose tips were touching and were just one breath away from kissing but the anticipation was far more delicious.
“I want you sit on my face and I wanna eat your pussy until you cum in my mouth.” He mumbled.
His words took you aback but fuck - the confidence turned you on so much. You almost, almost said fuck it to the game and just did what he wanted but you knew that if you crossed that line, there was no turning back for you.
“Fine. But don’t get your hopes up.”
“I don’t like losing sweetheart and if it means getting to taste you at the end, I don’t plan on losing.”
The game was close in your favour and you played a great hand but ultimately, his was better. You should have known when his lip quirked up as you placed your cards down that your game was over but deep down, you weren’t really upset that you had lost. You were finally about to give into that feeling that you had yearning for the past few months.
Lewis didn’t waste time pulling you into his lap and placing his hands on your thighs as your summer dress bunched up at your waist. You braced your hands on his chest as his fingers tugged on the bikini bottom strings at your hips, his eyes holding your gaze as he manoeuvred the fabric away from your body and he dropped them beside him.
You pressed your cunt against him as you rushed to capture his lips, moans slipping out of you as he gripped your heavy ass in his hands. A deep growl left his chest as he pulled you tighter against him and you just wanted to melt him. There was too much clothing in between you but the way your cunt was throbbing was too distracting.
“Lewis — “ the tone of pleading in your voice was all that he needed. He placed a pillow beneath his head and got himself comfortable.
“Come ‘ere.” He licked his lip as he smiled. “Need your pretty pussy in my face.”
And once you did so, your mind was gone. You gasped as he attacked your clit, swirling the trio of his tongue around the nub and then sucking it into his mouth. You jerked forward and you had to stable yourself by holding onto the table close to you as you rolled your hips to his pace.
He ate you out so good, it didn’t take long until your thighs were trembling and tightening around his face. But he wrapped his hands around your thighs - keeping them open as he looked up at you as you used his face. His tongue was inside of you as you bumped your clit against his nose with each little thrust of your hips.
“That feels so good baby.” You softly whimpered as you tugged at your nipples and played with in between your fingers. He took your clit back into his mouth, relentlessly circling and sucking on it. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you began grinding faster, not giving a fuck that you could be blocking his breathing.
Honestly - he didn’t care, his dick was throbbing so hard. Hearing your pants and moans for him, your hips thrashing wildly into his mouth and loss of breath as yours pitched higher and higher was electrifying.
“Lewis baby I’m gonna cum! I’m cummin’ on your face! Oh fuck! Oh fuuckk!” He flattened his tongue against your clit as you rocked back and forth until your whole body shook with your eruption.
Feeling you tightly tug on his braids almost made cum in his boxers. He moved one hand to his dick and gripped it to stop himself and try and sooth the hard throbbing.
Once your breathing was back in order and your mind began to clear — you tried to move away - to run from the pleasure, from him but Lewis grabbed your arm and pulled you back into his body and without missing a beat, he kissed you again.
The taste of yourself on this tongue erased the creeping guilt and shame and replaced it with an emerging desire for the man pushing you back down onto the carpeted floor and his hard cock pressing onto your inner thigh.
“We’ve done too much. I can’t —.” You tried to shake yourself to your senses but as his lips and his hands explored your body, your mind became numb with desire. Your breasts were now exposed to the cool air, your legs parted to accommodate his body as he took his shirt off and let his chains glisten in the low lights until he was hovering above you and the cold metal touched your naked chest.
“So why stop now? Just lose yourself in me for a bit.” One hand wrapped around your throat and moved your head to the side for his mouth to nip at your neck and the other hand found home in between your legs …
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