#male dark haired under twenty
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after dark — r.c.
pairing: ghostface!rafe cameron x fem!reader
warnings: smut 18+, unprotected sex, dubcon, violence, blood, murder, knife play, mask kink, hair pulling, spanking, cursing, toxic, controlling, manipulative and possessive behaviour, oral sex (m. receiving), fingering, creampie, degradation, face slapping, dacryphilia, breeding kink
word count: 4.5k
summary: the bloodlust killer that has been terrorising the town could be closer to you than you might think.
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“Rafe?” you called out to your boyfriend who was attentively watching the TV from beside you on the couch, a deep sense of unease and concern in your voice. “Yeah, baby?” he replied, his eyes still glued to the screen as his warm hand moved to your thigh, giving it a squeeze to let you know that he was listening. “I’m… I’m scared” you murmured with your brows knitted, referring to the news report about a killer being on the loose, terrorising the entire town for weeks now. They played footage taken from a Ring doorbell camera that showed him wearing a black and white mask, identical to the one from the Scream movies to hide his identity, along with a full black outfit.
So far, there has been an estimated five victims, all of them male. Men between the ages of nineteen and twenty-six who are university students were the killer's primary target, it seemed. You were familiar with all of them— you had worked on group projects with a number of these people and even tutored two of them, helping them with subjects that you excelled at to earn some extra cash. To sum up, you saw all of the murdered male students regularly. Fear prickled over your skin as the reporter revealed more shocking details about the murders.
Rafe turned to face you, an empathetic smile swept across his handsome face as he moved closer to you, the palm of his warm hand resting on your cheek as he looked at you with his sparkling blue eyes. “Don’t be scared baby. You know I’ll take care of you, alright? I won’t ever let anything happen to my sweet girl” You fidgeted with your hands and looked down, letting his words sink in. Rafe always took care of you, ensuring that you were happy and healthy— he’d do anything for you. For the first time ever, though, you were unsure if Rafe could truly protect you from a bloodlust killer who has murdered men even bigger, stronger and more athletic than Rafe.
He looked off into the distance, thinking deeply as he released a hesitating breath, “Look, why don’t you stay with me here? Hmm? It’s too dangerous out there for a pretty girl like you. You’ll be safe here, I promise” you met his eyes again and nodded, feeling relieved that you can be with him every minute of the day.
Every minute of the day, that is, unless you were in class, because school life didn’t pause. Why it didn’t was a mystery to you, but the police stated that they had everything under control, which you found hard to believe. It made you feel anxious to be distanced from Rafe during those times. You not only feared for yourself, but for him as well. It became impossible to concentrate in class. Knowing that anyone could become the next victim sent your mind into overdrive. No one was safe.
You took your phone out of your pocket and opened iMessage, scrolling through your conversations before tapping your and Rafe’s. You occasionally glanced up quickly to make sure the teacher wasn't watching you before typing a message.
You: I miss you so much :( Are you okay?
Rafe 💞: Miss you more, my pretty girl. I’m alright, just hanging out with Top.
His words still made you blush, your cheeks heating up as a tiny smile formed on your face before you quickly looked up, checking if anyone saw you texting. The teacher is lost in her own world, going over theories while you see several other students on their phones as well, evidently bored by the contents of the class. You returned your focus to your phone and started typing a new message.
You: Be careful, okay? I’m scared…
Rafe 💞: Baby, I won’t let anything happen to you, got it? You know I have your location on my phone. I will keep an eye on you. Buy yourself some pretty lingerie and I will help you relax when you get home ;)
Rafe Cameron transferred $500 to your bank account.
Your eyes grew wide before you let out a chuckle at how easily he gives you money when you don’t even need it. You hastily typed a ‘thank you’ message and slipped your phone back into your pocket with a giddy smile on your face before the teacher could notice you.
When class finally ended for the day, you felt a wave of relief, especially since John B, one of your friends, offered to walk you home—well, to Rafe's house. You and John B used to be closer, hanging out multiple times a week, but Rafe’s possessive and jealous nature doesn’t allow you to anymore. Even though you don’t hang out with him now, he still checks in on you from time to time, showing you that he still cares about you, which you appreciate a lot. When you first started dating, John B openly expressed his dislike for Rafe. Despite your numerous attempts to convince him that Rafe genuinely does take great care of you, John B couldn’t be convinced. Their animosity towards one another runs too deep.
The two of you were walking side to side as you approached Rafe's street, wandering by large villas with breathtaking front gardens. John B didn't appear in the least bit afraid or worried and you couldn’t understand why. Everyone, including yourself, was terrified, not daring to go outside unless needed. You eyed him with confusion as you were thinking it over, which he seemed to catch on right away. “What? Do I have something on my face?” he asked, a smile appearing on his face as he continued walking. “Are you not scared, John B?” You asked with curiosity. A small chuckle left his mouth before he shook his head, “Scared? Have you seen him? He wears a silly costume from some dumb movie.” It went silent for a while as you were at a loss for words, wondering how someone could not be afraid of a murderer.
John B soon ended the silence before you could go further into the topic, “Hey, remember when we rehearsed for that play? And we had to dance together and you-“ he laughs while holding his stomach, pausing for a moment to collect himself before continuing, “and you fell and ripped your clothes?” You felt your face heat up and an embarrassed smile crossed your lips before you hit him in the arm. Those were the memories you did not want to relive, embarrassing yourself in front of numerous students and staff members. “Oh stop it! First of all, it wasn’t even that funny and secondly, completely your fault, by the way” You responded, defending yourself but unable to hide your laughter.
“It went like this” John B said before he lifted you up and spun you around, causing you to scream and laugh hysterically. “Stop! I-“ you tried to yell at him but you were laughing too hard, your abdominal muscles hurting. You two giggled as he gently set you back down on the ground before you turned your gaze towards Rafe’s house and your face dropped instantly. Rafe was waiting for you, leaning against the doorframe and standing with his arms crossed, a stern expression on his face as he looked at you both.
You swallowed and gathered yourself quickly before putting on a forced smile and turning to face John B. But John B was staring back at Rafe with an equally as intimidating look on his face, so much so that he stopped noticing you. “Thank you for taking me home. I appreciate it” you said, attempting to defuse the tension before moving slowly in Rafe's direction— but both their eyes didn’t leave each other for a second. Every muscle in your body tightened and the tension in the air was apparent.
You walked up to Rafe, ascending the stairs to his enormous home's front door. “H-hi baby, missed you” you spoke as you drew nearer to him, a whiff of his signature cologne filling your nose. You looked back at John B and saw him heading to his own home, thankfully. Rafe rolled his eyes before he turned around and made his way inside the house. As you nervously followed him and silently shut the door behind you, your brows pinched in concern.
“Baby?” you whispered, trailing after Rafe into the house as you watched his back, his muscles prominent through the tight shirt he was wearing. “Are you angry at me?” You asked in a low voice, worried about the answer. He turned around and came up to you, his large hands cupping your face as he stared directly into your eyes. “I could never be angry at you, sweet girl. You’re my everything. Don’t ever forget that, alright?” he said before you nodded, a wave of relief instantly washing over you. He kissed you on the forehead and you closed your eyes to take in the moment, feeling lucky to have such a caring and sweet boyfriend, you thought. But then the night fell.
“Fuck! No, no, no!” A terrible nightmare about the killer had you breathing heavily when you woke up in the middle of the night. You immediately sat up straight, your chest heaving up and down as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “Rafe?” You called out, desperate for his comfort and affection.
After a short while, there was still no response. Still feeling a little disoriented, your brows knitted as you attempted to sort through your thoughts. But something felt off. You extended your arm around the bed but there was nothing but pillows next to you. This is when you started to feel a little panicked and horrible thoughts pierced your mind like needles jabbing at your skin. “Rafe?!” you called out again in fear, a little louder this time with still no response. You hastily turned on the light, a perplexed frown appearing on your face. The bed was empty. Rafe was usually a very deep sleeper so waking up in the middle of the night wasn’t anything like him. You pushed the blanket off of yourself and stood up, turning off the light again before carefully leaving the room to investigate the situation.
The only sound you could hear as you wandered around his house was the clock ticking as you made your way to the stairs, slowly walking down. His enormous house was terrifying at night, your trembling, sweaty hand gripping the railing tightly. You gasped at hearing heavy footsteps coming from the kitchen downstairs. Tears started forming in your eyes, afraid that anything had happened to Rafe. Scenarios played in your head of the killer entering the house and taking Rafe, torturing him or even worse, murdering him.
When you got to the bottom of the stairs, you took your time making your way to the kitchen while holding your breath. The footsteps became louder now as you approached the person. You were so scared and worried about what you might find behind the wall that tears were streaming down your face. You approached the kitchen cautiously and peeked inside. It took you a few blinks to get used to the darkness, but you exhaled deeply in relief when you saw Rafe in the kitchen, unharmed. Thank god. You reasoned that he must have gotten hungry or wanted to grab a glass of water. You hurried into the kitchen to hug him tight and take him back into bed immediately.
“Rafe? Baby? I saw you weren’t in bed so I-“ you began, feeling relieved to see your boyfriend standing in front of you before your jaw fell as you stood there, unblinking, trying to process what you were seeing. “Rafe…” You gulped and stared in horror, taking in the black and white mask he was holding in addition to the fresh blood on his body. You blinked a few times, thinking you must be still in a dream, but that wasn’t the case— Rafe was still standing in front of you, equally as shocked before he slowly approached you.
“I can explain” He whispered softly, wary of what to say. His expression showed panic as he hurriedly placed the mask down on the table. “Okay, okay, it’s all good. We got this” he mumbled to himself as he rubbed his temples, letting out a frustrating moan. Fear coursed through your body as you stood there motionless and terrified. “Baby, listen, alright? Sometimes-“ he began, pacing around the kitchen at this point, “Sometimes things just gotta happen. We don’t always have a choice, got that? And- and, I just gotta protect you- gotta protect you from all those bad men who wanna take you away.” Your legs felt weak and all kinds of emotions shot through your body. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t do anything. Your breathing quickened as Rafe continued his ramblings. “I just- I just can’t let that happen, alright? You’re my sweet and innocent girl. I can’t let anyone take you from me, never.”
Your trembling hand moved to your mouth and your eyes grew wide when it finally clicked whose blood it was on Rafe. “Rafe? Is that…” you gulped, secretly hoping you were wrong. “Is that John B’s blood?” he turned around quickly and locked eyes with you. “Baby, you know I didn’t have a choice, okay? I had to do it. I need to protect you, protect you from all the evil in this world” He said, trying his best to convince you. You blinked a few times, tears streaming down your face as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. Everything was difficult for you, your head hurting. But you loved Rafe. He was everything to you. He took care of you. He looked after you. In the end, he was the one who was always there for you no matter what. You needed him. You wiped the tears from your face using your shirt's sleeve and glanced back at him, nodding. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, and you could see the relief immediately wash over him.
“But…“ Your heart was pounding out of your chest and your mind was racing with a gazillion thoughts. “But what if anyone saw you?” Taking the mask off the table, Rafe covered his head with it. “That’s what this is for” he said, his voice muffled by the mask. You looked him up and down, examining every inch of him, from the ghostface mask to his blood-covered body, the muscles emphasised by his tight outfit. Fuck. You felt something happening inside of you. It wasn't worry or fear— it was something else. Rafe’s masked head tilted as he stared at you, trying to read your expression.
“Wait a minute…” he began, moving closer, “I know that look” Rafe chuckled and he approached you slowly as you took a step back with each step he took forward before your lower back hit the kitchen counter. His face came closer to yours as your breath hitched. He reached over to the kitchen counter beside you, grabbing the knife from next to you and putting it under your chin to lift your head up. “You dirty fucking slut. I see what’s happening here” His face drew nearer, whispering into your ear, “you’re turned on by this.”
“W-What?” you said, trying to sound confused but you couldn’t deny it, you knew he was right. The pointy end of the knife slightly dug into your skin. Instead of feeling scared, you could feel your core aching for him. “Don’t act stupid. God, you’re even more fucked up in that little head of yours than I thought” Rafe chuckled before he took the knife from under your chin and slipped both hands under your ass, hauling you up quickly and tossing you over his shoulder with ease while holding the knife in his hand. You let out a small squeal before he walked you both towards the bedroom.
“Tonight, I’m gonna have to show you who the fuck you belong to.” Rafe stated in a low voice through his mask, causing you to feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. You felt ashamed, as well as a horrible person. Your skin was stained with blood at this point— John B’s blood. But as much as he was your friend, Rafe was your boyfriend, your caregiver, your everything. And you started to think that maybe… maybe he was right. Maybe you need someone to protect you, to keep the bad men away. Maybe Rafe saw something in John B that you didn’t— in the end, you knew Rafe only ever wanted the best for you. You both loved each other forever and always, and apparently, that went as far as killing for you.
Rafe threw you onto the bed after pushing open the door to his bedroom and shutting it behind him. You slightly bounced on the bed before you turned around, resting on your elbows as you looked at him with big, innocent eyes. He stood in front of you, his arms folded and the moonlight seeping through the cracks of the blinds, illuminating your boyfriend’s menacing demeanour— the blood-stained black and white mask, a knife gripped in his right hand, and the slightly torn black outfit, indicating that John B tried to fight for his life. The only features of your boyfriend’s face visible were his blue eyes, gazing directly at you.
“You’re gonna be a good girl and listen to me, alright?” he said, with a harsh and intimidating tone. You nodded as you swallowed, anticipation raging through your body. He slightly tilted his masked head, thinking about what he was going do with you till an idea struck. He approached you slowly, footsteps heavy due to his boots. His right hand played with the knife, showing that he had plans with it. He leaned over you when he was close enough, then slid the knife under your shirt. Gazing at him with wide eyes, you gasped as he quickly tore apart your clothes, leaving you only in your bra and underwear.
“Prettiest fucking girl I have ever seen. Fuck, I am so lucky.” He now placed the knife under the straps of your bra and sliced it open, then he did the same to your underwear and tossed it aside. You let out a small whine, and he turned to face you immediately. “That… that was my favourite set” You sulked as you gazed at the shredded lingerie set lying on the floor. Rafe simply chuckled before he gripped your face forcefully, turning you to look at him. “Don’t be fucking dumb, you know I can buy you every single lingerie set that you want in the whole fucking world.”
Before you could say anything else, he grabbed your body and turned you around, placing you on your hands and knees with your ass facing him. You were soaking at this point, your wetness dripping onto the mattress. You suddenly felt the cold knife against your core, gathering the wetness as you shivered and tried to remain motionless. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re dripping. You could’ve just told me you had some fucked up kink for killers, you know. Would’ve made it a lot easier for me” Rafe taunted, and you just knew he was smirking under that mask.
“Grip the sheets baby, maybe even bite them if you need to. Dunno how high your pain tolerance is.” he said, causing you to worry for a moment as your hands clutched the sheets under you. “But I guess we’re about to find out.” He slapped your ass swiftly before you felt the sharp knife against the skin of your ass, digging into the flesh. Your eyes closed and your teeth clenched together as you hissed at the sensation.
“R… A…” he began, as he carved his name into your skin. “It- it hurts” you cried out as you gripped the sheets. “Nuh-uh, not done yet. F…” he continued, unaffected by your whines and pleads. “E…” When he was done, he stood back to admire his work of art. “All done. Looks pretty good if I say so myself.” he said with a satisfied tone. Your eyes began to well up with tears as a result of the stinging in your skin. “All fucking mine.” He said before throwing the knife on the ground.
“On your knees in front of me. Now” he ordered, and you didn’t waste a second before you were sitting on your knees on the ground, gazing up at him through your eyelashes. His gloved hand brushed over your face before gripping your chin, “You are nothing but my dirty whore. Got that? My property. And I will kill anyone that gets in the way.” You nodded, feeling desperate for him. He undressed himself, leaving him completely naked except for the mask on his face. You observed him— the muscles on his toned body, the blood splatters, his hard cock leaking precum. You needed him.
“Make yourself useful for once” he growled, before slapping your cheek and causing you to hiss. “Suck.” was all he said as he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled you towards him. You started by swirling your tongue over the tip and around the length of his shaft, causing him to throw his head back and grunt. He became impatient quickly, as he pushed your head further down, his cock hitting the back of your throat. “Juuust like that, princess, doing so good for me.”You were momentarily taken aback by his sweet words, but you weren’t unfamiliar with his mood swings. You knew what to do to get him to praise you— being a good girl and doing what he says, at all times. You never wanted to disagree with Rafe or reject him. You'd go to any lengths for him.
“Holy fuck” he growled as you continued bobbing your head, saliva running down your face. He had a strong grip on your hair as he fucked your face while you held on to his thighs. He let out a grunt before shoving you off him right before he could cum, sending you stumbling backwards a little. He gestured with his head for you to get back on the bed as he grabbed the knife from the ground. You hurriedly returned to the bed and waited for him on your hands and knees before he positioned himself behind you. He then slapped your ass, making you cry out as the cuts from earlier made it sting even more.
“Aww, does that hurt, princess?” he asked, running a hand over the spot he had just slapped as you nodded, trying to hold back the tears that were starting to well up in your eyes. “But my girl can handle that, right?” he said as he teased your core with his fingers. “My girl can handle anything, as long as she got me.” he unexpectedly slipped a finger into you, causing you to moan out at the feeling. He moved in and out before adding another one, pushing his fingers knuckles deep into you. You arched your back as he curled his fingers and moved them against your g-sport skilfully. Rafe was amazing at fingering, making you squirt and cum countless times. But he quickly pulled out before you could even feel your release nearing, causing you to whine. “I know baby, I know. But I need you to cum around my cock, alright?”
He grabbed your hips and positioned himself at your entrance before he pushed into you in one quick thrust without any warning. You gasped as he buried himself into you balls deep. “Always so fucking tight. Fuuuck” Rafe groaned as he watched his cock disappear into your body. He wasted no time by thrusting in and out of you right away as he stretched you out completely. You felt a hint of pain but it was soon overpowered by pleasure. He set a steady and rough rhythm, massaging your walls perfectly.
“You’re gonna be mine forever, got that? No one will ever get to touch you.” he said as he gripped a handful of your hair and yanked your head towards him. He took the knife from beside him, but you were too cock-drunk to even notice it while your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You unexpectedly felt the icy blade against your throat, causing you to gasp. “Don’t. Fucking. Move.” he whispered into your ear, his voice muffled because of the mask as he continued his brutal thrusts along with the sharp knife against your throat. You felt your release building as your wetness trickled down the sides of your thigh. His cock felt so deep inside of you, hitting your g-spot repeatedly.
“Gonna cum so fucking deep inside of you, sweet girl, you’re gonna be leaking my cum for days.” he growled with one hand firmly gripping your hip and the other holding the knife. “Even better if a baby starts growing in that pretty body of yours, so I can fully claim you as mine.” His words made you even more aroused and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release. “I’m c-close” was all you could manage to say as you heard him groan from under the mask.
“Cum for me. Cum all over my cock like the dirty slut you are” his words were enough to push you over the edge as your orgasm washed over you, causing you to see stars and your body to shake. You cried out with your mouth agape as you clenched around his cock. “Good fucking girl”
You could feel his hips stagger and lose rhythm, knowing he was close as well. One last powerful thrust and you could feel his warm cum painting your walls, milking every last drop of his seed inside of you. The grip on your hips tightened, nails digging into your skin as he rode out his high. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” he cursed while panting. You collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. You attempted to get up but rafe quickly stopped you, gazing at you through the mask.
“Oh, we’re not done yet.” he chuckled, before flipping you onto your back and caging you between his arms, “Round two, princess.”
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To Give a Helping Hand | jjk (ch 2)
☆summary: when Jungkook finally approaches you at the gym, he realizes you've been wanting him just as badly as he's been wanting you.
☆pairing: idol!Jungkook x female reader
☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI)
☆genre: smut, idol!au
☆warnings: unedited, curses, explicit content: mentions of hard drugs (in a metaphor, no character does hard drugs), jerking off, oral sex (male receiving), fantasies about female oral sex (face riding), ball fondling, a tiny bit of marking, exhibitionism (they are in a car?), deep throating ish?, mouth fucking
☆word count: 3.1k
☆a/n: pure unedited sins again bc you guys asked for it and I am far too horny for mr jeon jungkook (thank you, calvin klein). I also wrote this when I was severely depressed and in need of a distraction so my bad if it sucks haha
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Jungkook watches himself in the mirror. His hair clings to the sweat on his forehead as he curls his arms, the strain enough to make him wince. Yet he pushes through, finishes the motion and then goes for another one.
He always trains until failure. Because it’s the best way to grow muscle, yes, but also because he likes the pain of it. Likes the burn, likes to put his body through the worst.
He knows he can take it.
It helps that you’re just a few benches away, doing some Bulgarian split squats. Twenty-five-pound dumbbells in each hand, you’ve been going for twelve reps each time, your focus unfaltering as you stare at a spot on the floor in front of you.
Jungkook wishes you’d look at him.
His next bicep curl ends on failure, and he winces as he lets go of the weights, putting them down on each side of the bench. He grabs his water bottle, taking a long swig of it as he looks at your reflection in the mirror.
You’ve got perfect form, your strong thighs pushing up on what he thinks is your fifth – sixth? – rep on your right leg. Your muscles shift under your skin as you move, and Jungkook forces himself to look away.
He doesn’t want to end up with a boner like he did last time. He’s been ashamed of himself somehow, and he doesn’t want to repeat it.
But it’s like you’re keen on teasing him. On being a walking nightmare, with those same devilish biker shorts that fried his brain that time. He’d told himself that he’d approach you, but so far he hasn’t been successful.
Indeed, you’ve suddenly decided to start coming to the gym with a friend, and though your friend is cute, with dark skin that hints at a perfect skincare routine, Jungkook doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you.
But yes, you’re keen on teasing him, doing squats next to him after he’s moved to do shoulder press on the machine. Indeed, despite all the squat racks being empty in the gym right now, you choose the one right in front of Jungkook, and it’s a battle of will to refrain from looking at your ass each time you’re bending down.
So Jungkook looks up to the ceiling, pushes up, and he clenches his jaw at the strain in his shoulders. It’s a good burn, one he knows will leave him sore, but it’s also one that leaves him thirsty when he finishes his reps. Unfortunately, his water bottle is empty, so he walks to the water station, the music in his earbuds loud.
He’s almost done refilling his bottle when you come up behind him, with your own water bottle in hand. He feels your eyes on his profile and, heart suddenly racing, Jungkook meets your gaze.
You already have a small, knowing smile on your lips when his eyes find yours. Beautiful as ever with your high ponytail, Jungkook finds he gets lost in your gaze, unable to find the exit.
It comes to him when the water in his bottle overflows and he makes a mess on the floor. You chuckle and, despite his cheeks burning, Jungkook faces you fully.
“You come here often?” he asks over the sound of his earbuds, and he quickly takes one out.
If you’re surprised that he’s speaking to you, you don’t let it show. Instead, you raise your water bottle, motioning towards the water station. “Just a couple of times per workout.”
Jungkook feels like an idiot, yet he steps aside to let you fill up your bottle. He doesn’t walk away though, just watches you, and damn if you aren’t even more beautiful from so close.
It isn’t fucking fair.
“I’ve noticed we often come here at the same time,” Jungkook says, scrambling to find something to talk to you about.
You offer him a corner smile as you finish filling up your bottle, twisting the cap back on. “We do.”
He purses his lips, wondering if you can hear the thunder in his chest, and then he says, “I’m Jungkook.”
Your eyes twinkle with mischief, and he wants to curse himself because obviously you know who he is. But you surprise him, replying with your name and a polite bow of your head, and immediately mirrors the motion.
Then he says your name, and he has a feeling it’ll become his favourite word to moan whenever he comes. It’s inevitable – the lust he has for you is clouding his vision even now, as if the rest of the gym is fading out of focus. You don’t disappoint, holding his gaze, lips slightly parted as if you, too, are imagining what it’d be like to be together.
To tangle in bed together, up until the rest of the world cease to exist.
Is it stupid that Jungkook asks for your number next? He doesn’t think so. Especially not as you oblige, putting it into his phone. It feels like a victory – a huge one, one he knows he’ll celebrate in an entirely not appropriate way, yet he can’t stop himself from smiling to you.
It’s like you’ve given him strength to finish his workout grandly. Indeed, he maxes his PR on his next two exercises, and he leaves the gym with a comfortable soreness in his arms and shoulders, right after he’s taken a quick shower.
To his surprise, you’re standing outside, near the building in the dim light of dusk, eyes glued to your phone when he steps out of the gym.
“Need a lift?” he can’t help but ask.
You startle and he does feel bad, up until your features break into a smile that makes his heart race in his chest. “Just waiting for the bus,” you say.
Jungkook cocks an eyebrow, surprised that you can afford this gym yet use public transport. He wonders, are you the kind of girl who cares about the environment to the point that you decided not to get a car? Something about the thought is adorable, and Jungkook toys with his lip piercings for a few seconds.
“I mean, I really don’t mind lifting you if you need to,” he repeats, hoping with everything in his soul that you’ll say yes.
“I don’t want to be a burden,” you insist, scrunching up your nose cutely. “But thanks for offering.”
He takes a few steps towards you so that you don’t have to speak so loud anymore, desperately looking for something else to say. “Where’s your friend?” he asks, thinking he’s a genius for asking.
“Sera?” you answer, as if he has any clue what your friend is called. “Oh, her boyfriend picked her up earlier.”
“He didn’t offer to drive you?” Jungkook says, not bothering to hide the condescendence in his tone.
You wince. “I fear that’s too much to ask of Yeonseok.”
“Then I really must drive you home,” Jungkook insists, offering you the sweetest smile he can convey.
“And what, find out where I live before you’ve even taken me out on a date?”
It’s like the world stops turning, and all Jungkook can see is you, and that twinkle of mischief lighting your gaze.
“You want me to take you out on a date?” he asks, fully aware of that bright pink Kooky plushie swinging from your keychain right now.
“Who wouldn’t?” you tease.
He narrows his gaze, yet can’t help but play along with you.
He’s been going insane for this moment for weeks after all.
“Then let’s say this is our first date,” he says. “We can drive around and if you like it, I’ll drop you at home, if you don’t I’ll drop you somewhere else. Deal?”
You smile, genuine, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Deal.”
And that’s how Jungkook finds himself in his car with you seated next to him, your head bobbing along to the music on the radio. Though you’re quick to turn towards him, your gaze burning on his profile.
“How long have you wanted to talk to me?”
Jungkook chokes on his saliva, and he coughs as he glances at you, the tip of his ears reddening. “What?”
“You think I haven’t noticed you staring at me every time we work out at the same time?” you tease, and you laugh as he shrugs his shoulders.
“You’ve been putting on a show, it’s not my fault.”
“I have?”
He lets out a non-committal sound that makes you laugh, a crystalline laugh that sounds like he’ll get addicted to it far too easily. Like heroin – one hit and he’s a goner.
As you laugh, you rest your hand on his thigh, giving it a quick, playful squeeze.
Insane. He’s fucking insane for you.
“Listen,” you say after a tense silence with your hand on his thigh. “I really am not looking for a relationship right now.”
He hears the underlying truth – you wouldn’t date an idol. He doesn’t blame you.
It’s not like he plans on ever dating you anyway.
“But if you want some fun, then I’m all in.”
His throat feels dry, and Jungkook wets his lips, glancing at you quickly. The mischief has shifted into pure lust, something he wasn’t expecting he’d see right away.
Hell, he’d imagined he’d have to work for it. But you’re offering yourself on a silver platter, and he’d be fucking dumb to let the opportunity slip away.
“You aren’t what I expected,” he says.
No, you are ten times better.
You run your hand up and down his thigh, head tilted to the side as you look at him. It’s hard to focus on the street in front of him, especially as his dick already starts getting hard.
“I hope that’s a good thing,” you let out on a low, breathy tone that makes him truly lose touch with sanity.
“Have you ever seen the city from the mountains?” he asks seemingly out of the blue.
You pout, glancing towards those you can see in the distance. “On hikes, yeah I have. Why?”
“I know a spot.”
He doesn’t actually, but he ends up finding one anyway after you’ve driven around for a little while. Though you can’t see most of the city from here, it’s still beautiful, twinkling lights looking back at you down in the city.
You admire the view, and Jungkook gets lost admiring you. Your profile is delicate, your hair still just as fluffy and unruly around your head. He instinctively pushes a strand behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek as you meet his gaze.
The car fills with electricity, with an intensity that cannot be ignored, and Jungkook dives in, pressing his mouth on yours. You immediately kiss him back, your hand finding his thigh again, and Jungkook pushes his tongue in your mouth, lapping you up, making the kiss far too languid for his own good.
You let out a breathy sound that makes him see stars, and when your hand shifts closer to his dick, he feels all his blood rushing down. His own hand finds the back of your head, and he tilts his to the side to deepen the kiss, right as he softly grunts.
You’re a good kisser. All lips and tongue, and Jungkook wants to pull you on his lap, to keep on kissing you all night long, but it seems you’ve got other plans in mind. Indeed, you pull away from the kiss, leaving him breathing raggedly as he looks at you quizzically, but then you’re quickly pulling your hair back into a ponytail.
His heartrate skyrockets as he understands what will happen next. It’s like he’s stuck in one of his deepest, darkest fantasies, and you’re jumping right in with him.
You truly are devilish, aren’t you?
When your hair is safely tucked in a ponytail, you meet Jungkook’s gaze. Your eyes shine with undiluted lust, and it steals the breath from his lungs.
To be the receiver of such desire…
He’s going to come far too quickly, isn’t he?
You pat his thigh again, leaning in for another kiss. Jungkook immediately obliges, colliding his mouth with the softness of yours. You palm him through his pants the second he pushes his tongue between your lips again, and Jungkook grunts as he instinctively bucks his hips, seeking for more friction.
“You’re a little impatient,” you say as you pull away, and you glance down at where you’re touching him. “Maybe we should get you out of your pants.”
It doesn’t take more than that to convince Jungkook to push his pants down, and he’s soon sitting there, his dick out in his car as if someone can’t just pull up and see.
Yet the thought turns him on, and Jungkook is infinitely thankful that he took a quick shower at the gym when you grab the base of his dick, jerking him off once.
“You’re so big,” you breathe.
All he can do is grunt as you stroke him again, your grip firm. It feels even better than he imagined. Like heaven – your hand fits perfectly around him, and you expertly flick your wrist whenever you near the top.
All that’s missing is lube, but you’re quick to bend down, blowing a breath on the sensitive tip of his dick.
“Shit,” Jungkook lets out.
“You often get sucked in your car?” you ask like the brat you are.
He can’t reply. Not when you wrap your lips around his tip, and he thinks he’s floating out of his body. Your mouth is wet, warm and so, so soft around him he thinks he might just come already.
“No,” he chokes out as you swirl your tongue around him before pushing down on him, up until he hits the back of your throat.
It takes everything in Jungkook not to buck his hips and fuck your mouth. But he wants to be nice, wants to play nice, if only so that he won’t scare you.
He doesn’t want to lose you before he’s even had you.
He reclines his seat, allowing you a better access, and you reward him with a small moan as you can take more of him in, and it’s enough to make his mind spin with addictive bliss.
You pull away, a string of spit connecting your mouth to his dick. “Good boy.”
That’s it. He’s a goner. Especially when you truly get to work, offering him the perfect combination of sucking and tongue, of your hand jerking him off in time with the bobbing of your head. He keeps his moans low, more grunts than anything, but when you moan as he hits the back of your throat, Jungkook curses loudly.
“You like this?” you tease, blinking away tears from the gag reflex you’ve been holding in.
“Holy fuck,” he answers, and you laugh lightly before taking him in your mouth once more.
You’re drooling all over him, sucking his soul out of his body, and Jungkook feels his balls tightening.
Already.
“Wait,” he lets out, and you pull away, breathing heavily as you meet his gaze.
“Uh?”
He wipes the drool on your lips, and you immediately suck on his thumb, tongue teasing the pad of the finger. You’re going to fry his brain before the end of the night, aren’t you?
“If you keep sucking me like this I’ll come.”
You smirk, downright lustful. “Isn’t that the point?”
“I want to fuck you,” he says, and he hates that he sounds so pouty, but he can’t help it.
He wants to live every single one of his dirty fantasies with you, after all.
“And I want to know what your cum tastes like,” you counter, squeezing his dick hard.
Jungkook moans, his eyes fluttering shut, his defiance fully leaving him now. If you want him to come in your mouth, then he’ll happily oblige. And then you’re bending down, going back to work as he murmurs your name.
You’re better than he imagined, so much better, and his dick twitches in your mouth as you moan. He feels the vibrations all along his shaft, and he grabs your ponytail, increasing your rhythm. Pushing your head down on him so that you take more of him, and when you don’t complain, instead moaning again, Jungkook stops holding himself back.
He fucks up in your mouth, and your hand flies to his thigh, your nails digging in his skin. The slight pain sets his nerves alight with desire, and he loses himself in you, in the rocking of his hips as he snaps them up in your mouth.
You take him in, holding the gag reflex in, moaning as he establishes a quick rhythm to chase his orgasm. He thinks he’s in love with your mouth – you’re so good, too good to him. He highly doubts he deserves it.
Not when he hasn’t given you anything in return. And he wants to taste you, wants you to sit on his face until he can’t breathe anymore and he gets drunk to the taste of you. It’s that image that brings him closer to his high, so close he already buzzes with it.
You push him over the edge when you grab his balls, gently squeezing. He moans out your name as he comes, unloading his cum deep in your throat as you take over, bobbing your head up and down slowly to milk his orgasm.
And you do milk his orgasm. You fucking do – he’s truly, fully swimming in bliss by the time his dick stops twitching, his balls fully emptied.
You pull away from him, and he thinks he loves your mouth even more when you push your tongue out to show that you swallowed everything. It’s so hot he’d fool himself into going for another round, but the hour is getting late, and he’s got an early morning tomorrow.
“Holy shit,” he lets out.
You laugh, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “That felt good?”
“Fuck, yeah it did.”
You smirk, tilting your head to the side. “Happy to oblige.”
“I’ll have to repay the favour to you one of these days,” Jungkook says, and he hopes you don’t hear the underlying hope in his tone.
He doesn’t want you to think he’s been dreaming about you, about your body for so long.
You wet your lips. “Your place this weekend?”
And though maybe he should say no, as you’re the fan and he the idol, Jungkook answers with, “Bring a bottle of wine.”
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Beauty is in the eye of The Beholder
Author's note: My first kinktober entry!! Yay! We're staring with a new-ish concept so I hope you like it!
Also I apologize for the short story but I was moving into my dorm for uni today and it literally took all day so I apologize in advance :((
Warnings: slight nsfw, reader is female, general creepyness, whatever König is (human or not) isn't explicitly specified but he does some unnerving/possibly uncomfortable stuff like stalking so keep it in mind, mentioned death but nothing explicit.
The almost suffocating warmth coming from behind you is almost too much. Almost. However considering the events of the day you guess that it could be called comfortable to be cuddled and nuzzled by König, your colonel, your superior and...well, mate as he calls it. It can be sometimes tricky to hear him, for a man that size he's unnervingly silent and stealthy and his voice is low and quiet, almost whispery, not to mention that König just doesn't talk much so to hear him rasp that one word, 'mate', in your direction is a feat in itself.
While at first you were terrified of the enormous male due to all the stated reasons something about him was equally unnerving and yet alluring, like an invisible pull towards him.
At first you thought you were going crazy, everywhere you went you saw the tall, lean figure of the colonel doing nothing but just...watching you. His bloodshot eyes stared at you without ever blinking as you laid a USB stick with data you managed to hack with a tremble in your hands, your eyes not daring to meet his. Another such instance was when he almost scared you to death in an empty hallway at night when you just wanted to get a quick midnight snack from the kitchen and just barely held in a scream when you noticed König standing in a dark corner, silent and static like always, his head wasn't even moving under his cowl except for his eyes which followed you as you were scuttling and whispering shaky excuses.
You were KorTac's newest asset, a skilled hacker and yet many soldiers underestimated you; you guess you can't really blame them, you're only in your early twenties and your soft build isn't really military-esque so you suppose you kinda look a little mismatched, but that doesn't excuse what people were whispering behind your back. Not all of them, not even the majority as you were considered friendly and overall harmless, and yet these few whispered sneers cut deep into your self esteem which eventually led you into the moment you were now in.
You were laying under a thick blanket with König plastered against your back, your quiet sniffles the only thing that disturbed the otherwise quiet room. You felt bad that you were taking up König's time, after all as a colonel he surely had better things to do than lay around with his 'mate' and comfort her after some asshole insulted her although a small, selfish part of you was over the moon with happiness that the huge male behind you was cuddling and comforting you so sweetly despite not muttering anything besides the occasional nuzzle and a raspy 'pretty...soft...mine'.
Turning around, you smiled tiredly at the man beside you, his wide blue eyes never blinking as they continued to stare at you with the devotion and love someone may only give their god and yet here you are, loved and cherished by this huge man, a monster many call him, a merciless goliath that kills and destroys everything in his path like a god of war but you know better. König's huge hands ran up and down your soft sides, lightly grazing your belly and finally his large, warm hands slipped under your pajama shirt and up to your breast where he squeezed lightly, pinching at your nipple.
"König...Please I-", your pleading for...whatever were quickly cut short when the long haired male leaned in with a purr deep in his chest and nuzzled his hooked nose against your cheek, scarred lips making tiny movements as if kissing you making you giggle wetly, your former awful mood lifting, instead being replaced by a warm feeling of love and pleasure as the big male above you kept nuzzling and kissing you insistently, his hand working your sensitive breasts and slipping down to your pants to finger at your clit making you moan out.
Unbeknownst to you, König already had a plan in his mind. A plan he started to make the moment his sensitive ears caught your distressed sniffles making a concerned whine come up from his chest and the moment he saw you, he could clearly see right through you. Someone hurt you. S̷̙̭̦̜͚̑͝͝o̷̹̺͓͙̭̍̚ͅͅm̸͕̹͖̩̰͝e̸̤͖̞̯̍̂̋̚͜o̷̝̫͎̬͎̟̲̦̞̍̆̿̀̀͛̐ņ̴̧͉̭̪̣̖͆̉̅̀e̵̜̜̪̯͛͑́͘ ̶͎̣̱͎̹̻͍̥̔́͝h̵̙̰͊̈́̑͛̌̚u̷͉̝̤̾̆͌̂̓̀̏̕r̸̛̞̘͉̦͙͈͎̫̩͒͊͗̓́͝t̶̯̝͎̮͕̩̹̀̍ ̷̧̨͔̮͉͇͊͂̏͌̆̅͠y̸̡̛͕͉̖͈͗̿̅ơ̷̢͖̼͉͚͔͊̍̊̂̈ͅŭ̷̦͔͚̈́̊̚. And now he needed to know who. Ah. It was Gavin huh. That overly confident, cocksure rookie who thought that the military was rainbow and fucking sunshine, shaded glasses, cool uniforms, huge expensive cars and women to fuck left and right.
He suspected that that prick made some unwanted advances towards you and the moment you rejected him it was 180 and he was nitpicking everything you did or even how you looked. König knew he was gonna be a problem from the moment he laid eyes on him and now he though it funny to make his mate cry?
You know what they say: beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Him being the mentioned beholder and König isn't known to be the most benevolent person...If someone doesn't appreciate your beauty of a goddess, why would they need their eyes?
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Hey :) Hope you're doing well, I read some of your Aemond fanfics, and they were great. I was hoping you could write a Jacaerys x Alicent daughter fanfic. Something about an arranged marriage, you can take it anyway you wish, but could there be some angst in there.
with the prompts
1. ‘’My blood is not noble enough for a prince.’’ and
14. ‘’I’m not used to this. Being a wife.’’
Thank you :)
Request: Alicent’s second daughter to marry Jacaerys to unite the houses
Thank you for the compliment on my Aemond fics <3 More will be coming soon. Also, I was not able to use the first prompt as it doesn’t work with the characters. Alicent’s daughter’s blood is more noble than Jacaerys since her father is king and his mother is princess. I hope you still enjoy what I wrote for you <3
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Twenty years ago, when Viserys made Rhaenyra his heir, the knights and houses who swore allegiance to him had no choice but to accept her as their future queen. She was the king’s only child. But now that the king had a male heir — and a spare —, there were possibilities that people would oppose her claim to the throne and demand Aegon to wear the crown.
To prevent the situation from happening, the king and queen, along with Rhaenyra, made an accord that Rhaenyra would ascend the throne following the king’s death, but to unite the houses, the princess’s firstborn son — and heir — would marry Alicent’s second daughter and, one day, inherit the throne together.
Like any political marriage, you nor Jacaerys had a choice or say. At least he wasn’t an older lord you had met once or twice. You knew Jacaerys — a little. He was kind, loyal and protective. He was a good man.
Prior to that arrangement, your grandsire, Otto, had been talking to you about having a tourney to meet suitors, but your mother had been quick to oppose to the idea. She didn't want you to be the victim of his scheming like she had been at your age.
You were drawing under the weirwood tree when Jacaerys stepped into the yard, having just arrived in King’s Landing. Its red leaves matched the color of your dress, making him smile. He liked you in red.
‘’I was told by the servants that my wife was out here.’’
Immersed in your drawing, you didn’t hear the prince approaching. You only glanced up when you heard your new title, the sound of his voice almost making you drop your charcoal onto your dress. Your mother would have been furious.
A soft laugh left your lips. Moons have passed since the wedding, yet being called a wife still felt strange. ‘’I’m not used to this. Being a wife.’’
‘’Me either,’’ Jacaerys admitted. ‘’What are you drawing, Princess?’’
You reflected his smile as he approached. ‘’Just some birds.’’
Jacaerys walked up to the tree and sat beside you. He had a bit of dirt on his jacket from sparring with Ser Criston in the training yard.
‘’How was your training session with Ser Criston?’’ you asked, raising a hand to run through the front of his hair, fixing an unruly curl that was on the wrong side.
The older he got, the more he looked like Ser Harwin Strong. He had the same dark brown curls. But you would never dare saying that out loud. Although you meant it as a compliment, the mere insinuation of his illegitimacy was a vile insult to the crown — to the princess.
‘’I disarmed him twice…and I ate some dirt.’’ The brunet grimaced, the earthy taste still lingering on his tongue. ‘’It was a blessing that no one was watching.’’
‘’Mayhaps you need an opponent that is closest to your age?’’ you suggested, not finding it fair that he was sparring against a grown man who had years of practice as a knight. ‘’You could ask Aemond to train with you? He is training for the upcoming tourney, but I’m sure he would a accept to help you.’’
Jacaerys hummed, then leaned back against the weirwood tree, taking a moment of rest. He watched with quiet admiration as you continued your drawing, fascinated by the way you could, with a few strokes of charcoal, illustrate pretty much anything. Birds, flowers, dragons, or portraits of your family.
Much like your twin brother, you favored solitude over socializing. When the betrothal was announced to you, you assumed that this tranquility would be disrupted, but it turned out that Jacaerys enjoyed it too. Partially. While he often thrived on the excitement and duty that came with his heir title, he found it relieving that he could find peace and comfort in your silent company.
‘’I’m going back to Dragonstone in the morrow,’’ the prince announced, breaking the serenity of the quiet.
‘’How long for?’’
Jacaerys shifted, fearing the conversation that was to come. ‘’No. I’m going back to Dragonstone…permanently.’’
You stopped drawing, a sudden knot forming in your stomach. ‘’And what of me?’’
‘’You can join. Or not. That is up to you.’’
‘’And what of us? What of our marriage, Jace?’’ you asked, turning your head toward him.
When you got wed in the tradition of Old Valyria, you pledged to one another that you were one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever. Jacaerys returning to Dragonstone would break your duties to your House.
‘’Dragonstone is easy to travel from and back on dragonback.’’ You began picking at your fingers, and Jacaerys noticed, taking your hand in his to stop you. ‘’I tried, but King’s Landing is not my home. I don’t belong here.’’
‘’I can’t leave my family.’’
‘’I left mine for you.’’
You pulled your hand from his hold and narrowed your eyes at him. Jacaerys moving to King’s Landing after the wedding ceremony was your father’s idea, not yours. How dared he blame you for a decision you didn't make?
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Happy Halloween!🎃Here's a treat for all you Jonathan Crane lovers out there:
Face Me...
Dr. Jonathan Crane aka Scarecrow x Female Reader (NSFW 18+ only smut)
Summary: You work at Arkham Asylum in Gotham and Dr. Crane has been stalking you for a while, but you are leery of him and have been avoiding him outside of professionalism at all costs. One night though as you are leaving work, he tracks you down at your car to see just what you're so afraid of.
Word Count: ~4,426
Warnings: Semi-rough car sex, non-con elements, forced oral (male receiving), dirty talk/language, slight degradation, hair pulling, slapping, stalker behavior, talk of virginity loss, birth control, Dr. Crane being kind of a creep in general
Note: Reader does not know he is actually Scarecrow! And images above are sourced from Pinterest. This story is based only on Cillian Murphy's version in the Batman films and is my interpretation of the character; I don't own him or any part of the franchise, this is just for fun.
Tonight was swathed in misty sheets of rain in the gritty darkness lightly tainted by the glow of streetlights as your car, parked a few blocks from Arkham Asylum, beeped to unlock and you slung your purse over your shoulder, sighing after a long day and wanting to get home to a hot bath and a drink or two. But a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach at a shadow from your peripheral vision made you hesitate and you squinted through the hazy shower that was tapering off to a light drizzle, dampening your hair.
A suited man, height on the shorter side, was stopped no more than twenty feet away and a jarring jolt rushed to your bones when you saw the street light glint off his narrow framed glasses and you paused, hand on the car door. He was utterly silent and you were unnerved by his stiff posture and oddly clenched fists, half thinking to jump in your four-door-sedan and peel out of his presence, but he then walked forward causally, those hands relaxing and slipping into the pockets of his black slacks.
"Good evening," he called out, stepping into view under a streetlight with a smirk and you clenched your jaw, crossing your arms defensively as he slowly approached, that sick smile never sliding off his features that were - you'd have to admit - frankly handsome... No, beautiful was a better term.
"Why are you stalking me, Dr. Crane?" you asked with edginess to your tired voice. It was late and you didn't even live in Gotham City, you just commuted here for work.
"Stalking? Oh no, I am simply observing," he replied smoothy, but it came off as more snappy and insincere.
"Right... Don't you have somewhere to go?"
"Do you?"
"Yeah, home to my apartment miles away. It's been an exhausting day and too late to be out on the town, so if you're proposing anything, I can't take it tonight."
"It's always a long, late night in Gotham."
He moved within a few feet of you and you swallowed nervously, but remembered a man like him could smell fear, so you put up a brave front.
"So when do you finally fuck off and leave me alone? It's unprofessional to follow someone without their permission, you know. Keep this up and I'll need a restraining order."
"But you always avoid me during work and now you reject my offer for simple company?"
"Company late at night at my car in the rain? And aren't you technically my boss? We aren't friends and I don't know why you're so interested in me, but I don't think you should be. I'm not looking for a man like you. Right now I'm just looking for a nice glass of red wine honestly."
"Really...?" he drew the word out to almost a parodying tone and you pursed your lips.
"Yes, really. Now I bid you goodnight, Dr. Crane." You opened the car door fully, ducking and stepping a foot in when the door caught and you looked up to see him holding it in a firm grip. He was stronger than you expected.
"Stop denying it, I see the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention. Stop hiding and face me once and for all," he insisted darkly.
You took a breath, desperately trying to calm your beating heart and yet the horrible feeling that this evening wasn't going to end on a dull note persisted.
"Don't hurt me, I'll-" you started to warn and his eyebrows shot up with a shake of his head.
"Call the police?" It sounded like mockery from his mouth and you scowled as he continued, his pale hand sprinkled with rainwater sliding up and down the car door frame.
"Hurt you, hm? Well, only if you want me to." He chuckled and you stared at his slightly floppy dewey dark hair and raised eyebrows.
"Why the hell would I want you to hurt me?"
"You tell me. I do know you secretly want something else, don't you? Something more... erotic?"
You scoffed angrily, hating how he was worming his way past your exterior and into attraction, but you couldn't let it happen.
"Take a raincheck. I'm going home." You tried to shut the door but he was still holding it in a death grip, knuckles white and veins bursting out the back of his hand.
"Stop fucking around, I don't have time for this sh-" you cut off your sentence with a yelp as Dr. Crane shoved you inside the backseat of your own car and you landed flat on your back as he came inside to hover over your vulnerable body, wetting his pink lips.
"Please! Don't do this!" you cried out of panic and he leaned back, breathing heavily.
"Don't go anywhere," he warned and you struggled to sit up, throwing your purse up front and he slammed the side door shut, getting more comfortable in the backseat, which you were not pleased about.
"This is MY car, get out," you commanded, but he was as cool as a cucumber as he cleaned his glasses with a cloth from his suit jacket.
"I just want to talk one on one, which we never do outside of the usual board meetings and it can be so boring, always about psychiatry and stats and police reports and this patient and these crazies and-"
"Oh sure you just want to talk. I'm not some kind of naive idiot to the desires of the opposite sex," you rolled your eyes and he scoffed, settling back on the seat with a cross of his legs and looking up to the car ceiling.
"It's so cold and wet tonight, shame we aren't someplace more cozy," he muttered and you awkwardly crawled into the driver's seat with your keys and fumbled to insert them in, starting the ignition.
"What are you doing there?" he asked mildly and even that sounded passive aggressive. God, he sure was insufferable.
"Turning the heat on because you're whining about it. I just wish you'd get out of here, completely violating my privacy."
"This is a public street you're parked on, isn't it? And is this how you treat all passengers?"
"I never have any passengers," you remarked bitterly and Crane leaned forward, putting his hands on the back of the seat and peering around to you as you glanced at him in the rearview mirror.
"Indeed. I know you're mostly a loner with almost no friends and orphaned from family or maybe you've lied and they aren't dead and are only estranged... Either way, no one cares and no one understands how you spend office hours in a facility full of the most criminally insane but you do it for the money and to quench your curiosity because deep down, you know - you know you're a freak too who sees no normal in what you have deemed a, oh say... corrupt kind of world."
You swallowed at his assertions and unfortunately fairly accurate reading.
"I don't need sympathy from you of all people," you snapped, putting the heat to full blast. It was freezing tonight and the defrost was battling the condensation filling up the windshield.
"I'm only trying to understand you myself, it's my job to psychoanalyze."
"I'm not one of your patients or experiments," you told him in disgust.
"Every human being is an experiment in the eyes of their creator, which is me for you because I happen to be the one who hired you in the first place. Without me, you would not have a job and therefore I created you in that respect," he replied in absurd smugness.
"Then what am I? Frankenstein's monster?"
His eyes flashed and he adjusted his glasses reflexively.
"I wish. No, you're my first prototype I have yet to diagnose."
You shut the heat off once the internal temperature was fairly toasty and cracked a window down a fraction for circulation. A beat of silence befell until he suddenly climbed into the front, dropping into the passenger seat confidently, and you realized how lithe he was, how easily he fit into spaces not designed for someone with such an overshadowing, all-encompassing ego.
"Now what are you doing?" you asked exasperatedly. He didn't answer and you hated the way looking at him was making your heart flutter despite your anger and the alarm bells ringing in your brain. Something about him was always... very off and you never could quite place your finger on it, he was a blind spot, but it was undeniable. Which was telling considering the people you were exposed to every day.
Crane reached up and removed his glasses entirely with a swipe to set them on the dash and your breath caught with that simple action. You admitted how he was very visually pleasing without those lens obstructing his intense blue colored orbs were. You glanced down and fiddled with the keys when he suddenly snatched them up out of your lap and pocketed them into his own pants with a manic expression.
"Hey, give those back!" you yelled and began to wrestle with him, arms flailing as he held his own above his head, palms up and empty.
"You want those? You have to do something for me first."
"I-Okay, what is it?" You dropped your arms and glared at him suspiciously. He smirked once, speaking with a tremor of excitement.
"If I was civilized, which I'm admittedly not, I'd ask you out on an old fashioned dinner date and then walk you to your door, give you a nice polite kiss and send flowers to your desk on Monday. But I can't wait anymore for that saccharine romantic scenario, so we'll get straight down to business. I want to fuck your brains out, right here in the car."
You blinked, rather stunned.
"I... I-I no, I can't, I mean that's-"
And here was where your confidence utterly failed as he suddenly lunged and grabbed you to pin you down inbetween the passenger and driver seats, head flung upside down almost to the backseat floor and legs helplessly kicking towards the windshield.
"Please, don't do this!" you yelped anxiously.
"Don't tell me you're a virgin who has never had a dick in you before," he whispered, misreading your fearful hesitant expression. Actually, you'd had sex once with a lame boyfriend back in college and since then, avoided the dating and hookup scene, content just to masturbate when you could.
"Oh, fuck, I should've guessed. What a shocking discovery," he wrongly concluded rather sarcastically and you cringed, twisting your head away from his warm breath and ridiculously good looks.
"This makes it all the more interesting, then," he murmured with a feathery caress to your cheek and you flinched, giving him a kick and successfully wriggling out of his grasp to curl up against the door in the backseat.
"I've been waiting a long time for our encounter," he mused, utterly unfazed at the negative reaction.
You immediately went to open the door, ready to run for your life if he became overly threatening, but he hit the button that locked all the doors. You manually unlocked your one door - thank God for that safety feature - but his deadly voice made you freeze.
"Are you quite sure you want to do that?"
"T-This is my ensured vehicle and y-you are violating every right of mine by t-taking over like this," you stated, but your voice was shaking like a leaf through the words.
"That's it, you are afraid of me..." he whispered slowly and the pure delight with pride in his voice was unmistakable. You turned to look at him directly, unable to hide and deny anything any longer.
"I think you are being very inappropriate right now," you admitted nervously.
Crane moved to join you in the backseat, but you felt stuck even though you could technically open the door and make an escape. There was no way he could really stop you, was there? He didn't have a weapon on him, did he?
"If you were really frightened, you would have bolted by now," he said as though reading your thoughts and you gulped, realizing he was right.
"Dr. Crane, I-" you were broken off by him abruptly grabbing your face and kissing you, his tongue sloppily forcing its way into your mouth and you naturally reciprocated while inhaling his sharp stinging scent of expensive cologne. He pulled back with a gasp and a mischievous spark in his eyes that made something awaken deep inside.
"You kissed me," you said in a stunned voice.
"That's precisely what I did, Y/N," he answered with another touch of smugness and you closed your eyes, knowing you were in too deep now. He was going to take this all the way and you felt helpless to stop it. Did you even want to stop him?
"I knew if I exposed myself enough to you, you'd finally stop being immune," Crane told you with a sort of self-righteousness as he ran his hands down your back and shrugged your coat off before moving to your front to remove your blouse carefully, button by button.
"I hate to see such pretty tits contained and so oppressed... Let's free them, shall we?"
He unclasped your bra and removed it, tossing it to the floor and you shivered, goosebumps peppering your bare arms and neck.
"Aww, is it too cold?" He made a pout and privately you wanted to smack those stupid lips right off his condescending face but it was if you were under a spell of a sudden, entranced by his actions and his hypnotic eyes. He trailed his fingers down from your throat to your nipples and you hardened at the stimulation, closing your eyes in regret. Dr. Crane was turning you on, dammit.
"Better than I could imagine..." he breathed, taking in your appearance for a minute while groping your breasts, squeezing, and you gritted your teeth as he teasingly tickled you under your arms, making your breath hitch and a stupid giggle slipped out.
"Sensitive, are we? I promise I won't hurt you."
You leaned back, casting a fretful look out the windows in case of onlookers, but the street was empty and the glass was streaky with rain, creating a thickly translucent rippled covering not unlike a shower curtain.
"No one knows," Crane stated flatly in response to your paranoia while untying his dress shoes and pushing them under the seats. You just nodded, taking off your own and then unzipping your pants the same time he undid his own. His tight dark grey briefs were bulging with his cock and you hesitated, absolutely unsure of what to do when he completely stripped and out popped out his erect glistening-at-the-tip penis in full view.
"Take it in your mouth," Crane ordered abruptly, pushing you down beneath him.
"Um, no I think that's disgus-" Your voice was cut off as you nearly choked; he roughly shoved his cock so fast into your parted mouth. The silky end of his tie tickled your nose as he inched closer, and clearly this was much more enjoyable for him than it was for you as he groaned in building ecstasy and you kept your mouth closed around it, afraid that if you moved, you'd gag or get hurt. He forced your head up a little and bobbed, but you could feel a dribble of precum seeping down your throat and now you reflexed, yanking yourself from him with a loud noise and banging the car door open to cough and spit violently out onto the pavement below.
"Get back in, do you want someone to see us?!" Crane hissed and you felt a sharp tug on your hair as he pulled you back. You shrieked and self defensively twisted to slap him straight in the face. He gasped from the unexpected blow, falling back and banging his head on the opposite window as you spat, wiping your lips of his mess.
"Can't take it like a common whore, can you? Feel like being a goddamn difficult bitch, don't you? Think you're better than me, do you?" he seethed, rubbing his cranium and you huffed.
"I thought you'd just put your dick in me, not that bullshit."
"It's called oral and many women in fact enjoy it."
"How do you know, you've done that before?"
He had a strange expression when he replied briskly.
"I've read up on the concept, you know."
"You've studied about women and sex. Amazing. Is that what you do on your lunch break or...?" you almost laughed, but the way he was staring at you wasn't in a joking manner. He had the look of an inmate one straw away from a full psychotic behavior break down. Basing from your training, you decided to distract his frustrating anger and talk nonchalantly to calm him down.
"Okay, I'm kidding around, I get it, and I don't mean to hate or spite you. Remember when I was initially employed at Arkham, fresh out of college, and I met you for the first time? I personally thought you were extremely cocky and looked waaay too young to be a top psychiatrist in such a grand high security institution. Now I can say with certainty that while you are, um, creative in your methods with the inmates and I do admit I find you very terribly attractive, I have to say Dr. Crane... I still think you're an arrogant son of a bitch."
"Call me Jonathan," he replied, unimpressed by the insult and wrestling off his tie.
"Well, Dr. Jonathan, you sure are a pretty piece of work," you replied with ample attitude and he was fed up, dumping his jacket and shirt from his body and twisting the tie in his fingers. He held it up and a muscle spasmed in face, jaw clenching and enunciating his cheekbones.
"You want me to choke you with this?"
"I'd really prefer you didn't and it would be very nice if you weren't such a dick forcing your sex on me," you answered matter-of-factly.
"Lie down or I'll fucking fire you from your position, understand?" he snapped loudly and was extremely serious as you glared, but then reluctantly laid back obediently on the seats just to avoid complications and he came down swiftly, carefully aligning to position his penis at your entrance. He cautiously touched the moist head to your vaginal lips when you held up a hand onto his chest, stopping him.
"Now hang on doctor, don't you want to warm up first?"
"I'm obviously already warmed up, Miss Y/LN."
"But I don't have lubricant on me, so you're going to have to get me naturally very wet for penetration because right now I'm dry as a bone," you warned for your own protection, but hardly expected him to listen.
"Don't tell me how to do it," he replied, snippy.
"I'm serious, you can't just stick it in there; it will be just as hard for you as it'll be for me and I don't want to end up seeing a gynecologist."
"So you aren't a virgin after all?"
"I had my hymen broken with a loser in the past," you told him and he raised one brown eyebrow, creasing his forehead with a few fine lines.
"Then how should I start, Miss doctor?"
You wordlessly took a hold of his index finger and guided it to your opening and he pressed lightly, feeling pooling liquid.
"You little liar, you're already discharging," he whispered disapprovingly and he massaged your clit in slow jerky rhythm. You nodded in approval, losing your control as he slipped a finger in and moved around enough to make you clench a bit, trapping his digit.
"How does that feel?" he asked almost clinically and you closed your eyes, urging him to put in another finger. He did and you almost orgasmed when he extracted much too soon, sighing.
"This isn't much fun for me," he whined and you made a face, shifting position to spread your legs wider, putting your arms up and accidentally smearing the fogged window with your fingertips. You looked utterly submissive, practically begging to be fucked, to get it over with (so you convinced yourself).
But for all his aggression to trap you in your own car for penetrative sex, Jonathan was now becoming oddly timid as he hesitantly closed the gap between you, realigning his bare body to yours.
"Wait, have you done this before?" you asked suspiciously and he was sheepish in answering.
"I told you, you are my first prototype."
"Shit, you're the virgin here?!" You laughed as though this made this experience any less stressful or partially contrived.
"Do you masturbate?" you then asked and he rolled his eyes.
"What kind of man of do you think I am?"
"Is that yes or no?"
"Doesn't matter, Y/N. Now, let me ask you a more important question: are you on birth control of any type?"
"I..." you hesitated to answer because if you told him 'no' would he go any further? You had pills at home as a precaution, but neglected to ever take them, assuming you'd be remaining single. But you had no intention of getting into a full relationship and certainly not being impregnated by this man.
"I left them at home," you finally answered truthfully.
"I have something for that then," he assured and you stared as he leaned back and rummaged in the pockets of his clothes on the floor. He produced a tiny pill container and dropped a pill into your open palm. You didn't ask why he was carrying around birth control pills, but assumed he had indeed been planning this for a while.
"Don't want any unnecessary side effects of something that I'll have to end up terminating anyway," he muttered bitterly as you popped it in and climbed into the driver's seat to swig some water from your plastic bottle in the cupholder, feeling grateful that at least he didn't administer that Fear Toxin he was always messing around with in the asylum.
"Now can we get started?" Jonathan asked impatiently and you took a breath, easing the front seat down so you were lying parallel to him. Jonathan clamored on top of your naked flesh and straddled you, his cock rubbing up against your thighs, then vaginal area and you squirmed, clutching onto his back. He pushed in gradually, but densely, and you whimpered at the stinging pain and then the growing pleasure bubbling around his cock within your walls and you clenched hard, much harder than you had with his fingers.
"Oh... Fuck, Jonathan..." you groaned and he bounced up and down lightly, thrusting with slaps of skin and you felt your bottom sticking with sweat to the leather seat as he kept at it for several minutes, gripping your hips and nearly plowing you apart. It hurt, no getting around it, and he wasn't privy to what you were feeling as he seemed entirely in his own zone, racing for his pleasure until you moaned loud enough to cause him glance down, realizing you were getting close to free falling off the edge.
"C'mon, you're so close with that pretty little pussy of yours, almost..." Jonathan breathed in your ear and as he hit the spot, finally the climaxing orgasm came with a bang and it was so intense, probably fueled by adrenaline and stress more than actual love, that you emitted a high pitched shrieking whine which trailed into a low moan of relief while it tapered off and he grunted, somehow thrusting even further. Yes, you had minimal experience, but had never ever been penetrated this far before and you dreaded how much longer he could rail you, but thankfully his own orgasm came with a grunting groan as he spilled into you and you held on, digging nails into his shoulder blades and nearly biting his neck. He panted heavily in your ear and his tickle of breath made your stomach flip.
He laid still on top of you for awhile, cock twitching and warming your insides. The windows were fogged up completely and the cold was now non-existent with the heat you and him were creating out of friction alone.
"You enjoy yourself?" you whispered hoarsely to Jonathan as his breathing slowed sluggishly and he looked like he was falling asleep, so you shoved him off your aching body and he blinked, rubbing his forehead.
"Yeah, that was satisfactory. Maybe I should bump up your paycheck."
"I'm not a prostitute, but thank you."
He smiled lazily, eyes rather unfocused, and you pulled your seat up with the lever, reaching for his glasses on the dash and handing them back to him. He, in turn, retrieved the car keys from his pants and tossed them back to you with a clanging jingle.
Casting a look around your car, there were streaky handprints on the fogged glass, thin swipes of fingers and imprinted palms decorating the back windows and you reached over to one and drew a heart outline in a patch of blank space. Jonathan's own finger speared through it, making a arrow.
"Very romantic," you commented sarcastically and moved to join him in the backseat as he started to draw a creepy face reminiscent of a familiar spooky icon (a clown? Maybe a scarecrow?) when he stopped and checked his watch.
"I need to go," Jonathan coldly stated out of the blue and began to hastily gather up his clothing, awkwardly dressing before he stepped outside and zipped up his pants, and inhaled the late October city air, somewhat out of breath. The rain had stopped and the skies were clearing, the full pearly white moon slicing through the curtain of storm clouds, and you drew your blouse around yourself with a shiver before sliding into underwear, realizing you'd never look at Dr. Crane the same since this intimately raw experience.
"So I'll be seeing you around tomorrow...?" you wondered aloud and although you meant for that to be purely work related, he clearly took it the other direction.
"Oh, I'll be seeing you." He smirked knowingly and then slammed the car door closed in your face, leaving you sore and to reel from whatever the hell this twisted specimen of a man just put you through. Did you like it?
Maybe.
Thanks for reading 🖤 First time writing for Jonathan Crane, so I hope this was halfway decent!
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ONLY YOU - JON SNOW
Summary: After being accused of wanting another woman instead of you, he makes it his mission to let you know that he wants you…and only you.
Warnings: This is all over the place but it makes sense in my head :D. Completely made up the last name for the sake of the fic. Now for real warnings - One (1) quickie, unprotected sex (be smart y’all), vaginal penetration, fingering, oral (female receiving), face-sitting., love-making ig, overstimulation, basically porn, very light touch of breeding, one (1) use of the word ‘whore’, marriage (yes that is a fucking warning but it’s not that complicated in this fic), feelings (ew), mild language, cheating accusations, mentions of not being able to conceive, one (1) very brief mention of Jon crying (yes this is also a warning)
A/N: Hello my darlings! My laptop is still being repaired so please bear with my shitty typing as well as possible typos. I just recently started watching GOT and I HAD to jump on the opportunity the second I laid my eyes on Jon…… considering that I’m only a few episodes in, I did not follow anything too canon considering that I don’t want the details to be too off.
Word count: 4.2k+ (this is the most I’ve written in forever LMAO)
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Daenerys Targaryen. The most wanted woman of all in any of the kingdoms. She was undoubtedly envied by many, you included. You were a very close runner-up, but it didn’t help much considering your family’s constant comparisons between you and the younger girl.
You were nearing twenty-one and you had yet to be set for marriage, your parents frowning upon the idea that you wanted different things in life. Sure it might be nice to carry on your family’s legacy and become the heir, being their oldest of seven girls, but it wouldn’t be all that nice when you’d get threatened by others to give up your title as queen.
You’d met Jon when your parents had gone over to the Stark residence for a ceremonial dinner. He’d been out front, swording away at a dummy. You removed the flask from the garter that sat under your dress, sipping the bitter whiskey. You’d leaned yourself up against the wall, eyeing the dark-haired alpha as he blabbered away to his uncle Benjen.
He stole several glances, his tongue prodding at the inside of his cheek when he realized your gown parted more and more to allow some air under the fabric.
“I shall go with you when you leave, Uncle Benjen. My father will say yes - ask him!”
Trying your best to not eavesdrop much more, you began to wander off. His uncle couldn’t stop the perverse words that fell from his tongue. You glanced over your shoulder, shooting the older male a wink, careful as to not show too much of your face as he’d only seen your silhouette. He took off, heading into the castle to rejoice with his brother and several lords, leaving you in the presence of the young man.
“Tisn’t quite the scene for a lady. You should be inside with everyone else.”
“Nor is it the scene for the son of a lor-“
“Lady Stark requested that I didn’t join them for the dinner.”
“Oh, right. Jon Snow, is it? The bastard?”
You finally turned to face him, his eyes widening in their sockets.
“Honorable Y/N Burke. You shan’t be in the presence of an unwed man, young lady.”
“There are many things that I ‘shan’t’ do,” you mimicked air quotes. “But, you’ll find very soon, bastard, that I don’t care much about the things that I shan’t do.”
He eyed you for a moment longer, his sword firm at his side. You had yet to conceal your flask, offering him a sip before taking one of your own.
You watched as his eyes glanced over the way your lips encircled the opening, a drop of the liquid dribbling down the side of your mouth before your finger swiped at it, sucking the digit into your mouth.
Then he lost it.
He pounced on you in just a matter of seconds, groaning as your tongue mingled with his. The exchange of tastes - the whiskey warm with a mix of whatever sweetness you’d treated yourself to beforehand, and his bare whiskey. You could almost taste his musk but it must’ve only been the way his scent overstimulated each of your senses.
His hands, which had made themselves up to your face, dropped to your waist, pulling your lower halves together as he felt up on your body.
“Goodness- we can’t get caught, Snow.”
Your breath picked up into heavy pants, his fingers dipping into your undergarments as he swallowed all of your moans.
“Just be quiet, darling, and they won’t know a thing.”
He teased your clit with a grin plastered to his face. He yanked your underpants down, mimicking the move with his own clothing.
“Jon-“
“Sh, sweetheart-“
He hoisted you into his arms, not hesitating to plow himself into you. You bit down on your lower lip, trying to fight each moan from leaving your mouth. A high-pitched squeal sounded from your throat as his hand accompanied his rather vulgar pace.
“Fuck-“
“Remember what I told you, sweetheart,” he grunted into your ear.
His arm circled itself around your waist, stabilizing your squirming figure. His head tipped back, a groan sounding from his throat before his forehead met yours.
“Jon, fu-“
Before you could finish your statement, you felt the pulsating of his cock, his seed dribbling down your legs. He fucked you through his high, dropping his thumb to your cunt so you’d finally come around his cock. Your body shuddered as your climax hit you, your hands clutching onto him for dear life.
He pulled his garments back up once he’d placed you on the makeshift railing. You remained silent for just a bit longer until you broke said silence.
“Look, Jon- Lord…Snow, I’ve heard of your desire to leave this land and become a Night Watcher. I just….”
For once you had not much to say despite wanting to spew so much out.
“I know of your oath and the things you must accede to.”
“What are you getting at, Hon Burke?”
“If…if I am to carry your child, and I know the chances are slim because it’s only been once-“
“As you said, it’s only been one time. Don’t speak nonsense. This never happened. Are we clear?”
“But-“
He turned to you, helping you redress yourself with a sigh. He couldn’t miss the way your demeanor faltered just a tad, his own softening drastically.
“It’d be in both of our best interests to pretend that this never happened, sweetheart.”
And so you did as he said.
Despite wanting oh so badly to miss your menstrual cycle that month, it’d worked out for the best - you’d told yourself. You’d only known the lad for a few minutes tops but he remained on your mind for years following.
Upon his leave, you were devastated. Watching with teary eyes as the man you knew you wanted so much more with was leaving. Your mother watched as you quickly wiped a tear from under your eye, sniffling quietly.
Two years down the line, it was nearly impossible to avoid the fact that you’d have to step up and become queen rather soon.
“Mother, I am not stepping into that role until I get a proper proposal!”
“You’re too picky, Y/N! We’ve been waiting - for years, we’ve been waiting. You’ve gotten thirty proposals, all of which you’d turned down for the darndest reasons!”
“I’m not picky! I am awaiting someone that will settle for more than what the stupidity of this society offers. My king-“
“Has arrived.”
That voice. His voice.
Immediate tears were brought to your eyes as you found Jon standing in your doorway.
“J- Sir Jon Snow. Am I dreaming?”
“No, m’lady. ‘Tis truly I.”
You resisted every fiber in your body that urged you to jump into his arms and snog him right in front of your mother.
“Lady Burke,” he bowed.
Your mother offered a tight-lipped smile before leaving the pair of you to catch up.
“I didn’t think I’d see you for another ten years.”
Your smaller arms pulled his body into yours, embracing his warmth despite his cool armor.
“Jon,” you hummed, nuzzling yourself further into him.
“Y/N,” he copied your actions, smoothing his hand over your hair. “I couldn’t do without you for much longer.”
“Really? That’s hard to believe considering how quick you left after fucking me,” you quipped.
“I’m sorry, darling. I truly am.”
You met his lips in a soft kiss, your fists clenching around his coat.
“How’ve you been holding up?”
“I’ve just been dandy.”
Lies.
“Sort of glad I didn't have your child.”
Lies.
“Tried to get back out there after you left.”
Lies.
His arm tightened around you at the last of your statements.
“Tell me, Hon. Am I marrying a whore?”
“‘Marrying a whore’?” you were flabbergasted. “One - never call me a whore again. Two - who said we are to be wed?”
“Me.”
The simplicity of his statement baffled your mind.
“You? My father would never let me-“
“Marry a bastard. But, darling, as I remember, you’d told me something two years ago. You don’t care about the things you shan’t do and that shall include claiming me to be your king.”
“Well, why do you wait, my lord?”
He held you tight to his chest with his pupils blown.
“Tell me you’ll be mine, sweetheart. This is my proposal to you. We shall leave this land and rule our own kingdom together.”
“I do accept your proposal, my dearest, but I believe it isn’t that easy.”
“Nothing is easy, especially this. If your father is to deny our marriage and your leave, we shall go nonetheless.”
You grinned up at him, shaking your head as you laid your head on his chest.
“Then I shall marry you, my king.”
As expected, your parents didn’t have the merriest of a reaction when it came to notifying them of your leave with the man who’d notoriously been known to be a bastard. They were disappointed you wouldn’t be running their kingdom but they were relieved to see that you were finally off to be married. They hesitantly approved of the young man’s proposal, sending you off with him.
On your ride to your new castle, miles from your parents’ kingdom, you couldn’t help but question your husband-to-be.
“Why did you leave?”
He eyed you.
“The Night Watch. Why did you leave, Jon?”
“I know my status as a bastard would’ve done me well over there but I couldn’t take it. Being away from you, my family. It was eating at me day and night.”
“Then…why’d it take you two years to come back?”
“I didn’t know how to tell them I’d be leaving. It took me a long time to muster up the courage for that.”
You allowed yourself to remain silent until he placed a hand on top of yours.
“I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I regret ever setting myself up to be away for the rest of my life, but now I’ve got you and that’s all that I need.”
“You sure have a way with words, don’t you?”
His lip quirked into a gentle smile, his hand squeezing yours with tenderness.
In just a couple of weeks, you were settled into your new home with your husband. It was now time to host several dinners and welcome all to your land. You were beyond ecstatic but it wasn’t until the guests actually arrived that you became wary of those around you.
Daenerys had made quite the entrance into your home, every one entirely forgetting that you existed for a moment. The Khal trailed behind her, offering head nods to those that personally greeted him.
Your heart stammered in your chest beyond your control. You isolated yourself from the crowd, tears cascading down your cheeks as your breathing grew jagged.
Your husband seemed to be infatuated with the platinum blonde-haired girl. You couldn’t blame him but it was killing you. He hadn’t torn his eyes from her, nor did she. She seemed to eye Jon for a bit too long, keeping great eye contact with him as she bowed.
“No need for that,” he chuckled, greeting Drogo with a firm handshake.
He waited for you to greet the couple, not sparing a glance at your seat until he hadn’t heard your voice whatsoever.
“Y/N?”
Chatting and eating resumed, Jon’s leg bouncing anxiously. He watched like a hawk, eyes wandering about the crowd.
“Lord Snow, I don't think Lady Snow is feeling all that well.”
Upon hearing your name, you wiped the last of your tears, seating yourself at your husband's side yet again.
“Darling, what’s the matter?”
He held your face in his palm, eyebrows furrowing at your puffy and reddened eyes.
“Nothing, my lord.”
You spoke the words with such harshness that it pierced his heart.
“What-“
“Ah, Lord and Lady Snow! Why don’t you make a toast?”
“I don’t think-“
“Of course, Benjen. We shall give a toast!”
You stood with your goblet, Jon staring at you with confusion clear in his features before standing on his own two feet.
“Thank you all for coming tonight. Lord Snow and I are delighted to be sharing such a special moment with you all. We wouldn’t have wanted it to be spent any other way. Jon?”
He cleared his throat, keeping his eyes on you as he spoke.
“I’m sure I’m supposed to be thanking you lot but if it weren’t for my beautiful wife here, I wouldn’t be standing in front of you and for that, I thank her. I thank her for trying to understand me, for being the greatest human on earth, and for standing by my side regardless of what. I’ve known the shame of being a bastard for my whole life but she’s willing to bear the embarrassment of being wedded to me.”
His speech went on and on and on. It didn’t seem to end but your heart fluttered at his words. He grasped onto your hand when you turned away from him, your eyes catching Daenerys’. You shook those pestering thoughts from your mind, repeating ‘stop it, stop it, stop it’ over and over in your head.
That had only been the first of many instances, though.
You were distraught. It’d been months since you and Jon were lawfully wedded yet it seemed as if you couldn’t conceive. Your parents were applying pressure, sending ravens to your kingdom every day after, asking when you’d bear children.
After a dinner you’d put together at your castle, you lost it. Jon had spent nearly three hours lingering near the Khal and his Khaleesi. For only two minutes, he held you at his side while conversing with the couple. You’d shimmied yourself from his arms, entertaining the younger Stark children.
Robb had witnessed the way in which you embraced your inner child, chasing the kids around as they screamed their heads off. You shooed them away with a motion of your hand. With a hand on your hip, you watched them run off, your heart aching at the thought of never having children.
“Any luck yet, m’lady?”
Robb chuckled as you flinched in the slightest.
“My goodness, Robb. No, no luck yet. However, we already have names picked out, as well as runner-ups for godparents.”
“Oh really?”
You playfully rolled your eyes, spinning to face the brunette.
“If you’re so desperate to hear it, then yes, you are a candidate for our children’s godfather.”
He took your hand into his, landing a kiss on your knuckles as you giggled endlessly.
“I knew you always loved me,” he dramatically expressed.
You raised a brow, badgering him, “Say that with caution, Stark.”
“Or what? Lord Snow will behead me?”
“I might.”
The older boy wrapped his arm around his brother’s neck in a cub-like embrace.
“Goodness, Jon. Leave your brother be,” you scolded him, watching as his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer.
The dinner was called to an end rather soon, but a few of your guests straggled about - Khaleesi Daenerys amongst the few. Your eyes were like daggers as you watched Jon converse with the younger girl. You were drawn from your thoughts the moment Robb placed his hand on your shoulder.
“Now, Y/N, I am well aware that you think my brother is mad over this woman - or at the least, having an affair with her. But I can assure you, nothing of that sort is happening at all. He’s only trying to make am-“
“I’d like to hear that from him, Robb. If he’s just trying to make amends with the Khal and everyone then that’s on me. But it doesn’t help that the Khaleesi is that fucking gorgeous. She has these big doe eyes that scream ‘help me’ or ‘fuck me’! I don’t know which one it is but I’m afraid that Jon will play the hero and be the one that fulfills any of her needs.”
You were seething in the corner with Robb at your hip. He tried assuring you repeatedly but you were quite a stubborn queen.
After everyone had left for good, you wasted no time in heading straight to bed. You wanted to avoid Jon to the best of your ability but you simply couldn’t outdo the king. Before you could step foot out of your bedroom with your things in hand, Jon stepped in front of you. He backed you into the room, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he shut the door.
“What’s your problem?”
You tried to not break under his intense gaze, your eyes bouncing from his own to everywhere in the room.
“What is your issue, Y/N?”
His voice was too quiet for your comfort.
“Are you…having an affair with Daenerys, Jon?”
The words that left your mouth sent a genuine fit of laughter racking through his body.
“Are you being serious?”
“Answer the question.”
His laughter died down, his body gravitating towards yours.
“Of course, I’m not having an affair with Daenerys. What makes you ask this?”
“The way you look at her kills me, Jon. When she’s here, it feels like I don’t exist! Why do you think I disappear for hours on end- you know what - you don’t even realize that I’m gone because you’re too immersed in your interactions with her! It’s-“
His hands found themselves on either side of your face, forcing you to look at him, though gently.
“If I was having an affair with Daenerys or anyone else, do you think that I’d be in the same bed as you every single night? All of those things I said about you months ago were nothing but true. You were probably too busy being upset with me to hear most of it but I don’t want anyone else. I want you and only you.”
“Then why do you look at her the way that you do? There’s so much compassion and-“
“I look at her that way because I feel bad for her! She talks to me because she feels as if she can’t trust anyone else, not even her own brother. I’m sorry that I ever made you feel less important. You’re the most important person, the most important thing in this world. I care for Daenerys’ well-being but I don’t care about her the way I care about you. I love you and I know I don’t say it enough but I do!”
He panted as he read your face.
“So you’re not cheating on me?”
“No, and I never will! I only want you, Y/N Snow. Only you.”
His lips met yours, your shoulders falling as relief washed over you. You allowed your hands to get lost in his hair, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist as your lips moved in tandem.
“Tell me you love me.”
You hadn’t noticed the few tears that stained his cheeks until he spoke against your lips, your heart aching in your chest.
“Jon, my darling, I love you more than you will ever know.”
His arms tightened around you, lifting you from the ground as he pecked your skin.
“It seems as though I have to make up to you for the rest of my life,” he chuckled against your skin.
“Sweetheart, you loving me alone is enough of an apology.”
He laid you gently on the bed, undoing your bodice in an impressive amount of time. He held back no longer, suckling on the skin that was graciously presented to him.
“Jon,” you hummed.
He imitated your actions, putting a ministration to his movement once he’d reached your underpants. After kissing, biting, sucking on your skin, his lips were red and plump. They met yours again, the taste of whatever wine you’d been drinking just hours prior still lingering on your tongue.
He worked his hands into the sides of your underpants before pushing them down your legs. You whimpered against his tongue as his fingers stimulated your clit.
“Darling,” you gasped out, his fingers dipping in and out of your cunt.
He used a leg to pry yours apart, reveling in your angelic sounds. He propped himself up on his other arm, hand holding his head. With your hands tugging at his clothing, you pulled him in even closer.
His face disappeared into the nape of your neck. The way in which he breathed against your neck caused your skin to crawl.
His nose nudged at your jawline, a dumbstruck grin taking over his features once he felt your walls pulsating around his digits. Nothing could’ve prepared you for the next words that flew from his mouth.
“Lannister had told me he imagined you sitting on his face long before my proposal. I nearly slayed the son of a bitch until I realized you weren’t mine then. Why don’t you come on my face, sweetheart?”
“W-what?” You stammered out - half shocked at the proposition and half processing the fact that he was still fucking you with his fingers.
“My pretty girl doesn’t want to sit on my face?”
He jutted out his bottom lip, on which you pressed a kiss, uttering an ‘I do’. Your legs squirmed a bit more until you came. Your back arched off the mattress as you gasped and cried out. He slid his fingers into his mouth, his eyes locked on your blissful features.
“You taste heavenly,” he murmured, wiping his saliva-slicked fingers off on his bottoms.
His words made your cheeks heat up, using whatever strength you had to push yourself onto your knees.
“Are you sure about this, Jon?”
“A million times over - yes, I’m sure about this.”
He laid himself down, your legs trembling as your cunt hovered over his face. He brought you down in seconds, not being able to resist the temptation.
His tongue expertly worked your cunt as it’d done several times before. Sitting on his face, however, brought a new sense of pleasure to you - his nose bumping your clit every so often as the entirety of your cunt grew soaked. The mix of his saliva and your release sent you spiraling once more, the core in your lower half tightening before you could say anything.
His tongue softly fucked your desperate hole, a glass-shattering moan sounding from within. You couldn’t hold back any of it. You needed to let the whole damn castle know that your king was treating you right.
“Jon!”
One hand dropped to his hair, the other fondling your breast. Your eyes dropped to his, your body giving out at the sight of his disheveled hair and his eyes just begging for your come.
Your body shook gently as you came in his mouth, eyes screwing shut once your head had lolled back. You’d lifted yourself off to the side, your husband chuckling at your already fucked-out state.
“How was that?”
His fingers traced patterns on your skin as you came down from one of your many highs for the night.
“Fuckin’ amazing,” you breathed out, your arms reaching for him once he’d brought himself to his knees.
You watched as he undid his bottoms. The intense eye contact he held with you was a telltale sign that you needed to help him out of his clothes before he exploded.
“I won’t be rough tonight,” he whispered.
You bit your lip, feeling the burn of his gaze on your face as you undid the buttons of his shirt. Your insides grew fuzzy, becoming giddy at the fact that this was truly your husband. No one, nothing could ever take him away from you.
He stood nude before you, pressing his back to the headboard before patting his lap. You climbed onto him in a matter of seconds, your hands already stabilizing themselves on his shoulders. Your knees bent at either hip, legs akimbo to appease his girth. You pumped him a few times, running his tip up and down your fold before sinking onto him with a cry.
“Has it been long, my darling?”
You nodded, offering an airy chuckle as you struggled to take all of him.
“Gods, I’m beyond s-“
You hushed him with a kiss on the lips, your hips beginning to rock back and forth once you’d hit his base. His hands fell to your behind, your back arching as he hit that spongy spot inside of you. His name left your mouth like a mantra, chants of ‘fuck, fuck, fuck’ following right after. Your mouths found one another in a slobbery mess, a clash of teeth and tongue as the rutting of your hips became more desperate.
“Stop apologizing, my lord. I- holy shit, I love you,” you choked out.
“I love you, sweet girl.”
His forearms held onto your waist, using this as leverage to thrust himself further into you.
The pace of his hips, the words exchanged, the looks on both of your faces. Just outside your door, guards exchanged knowing glances, clearing their throats at the sounds that came from the both of you. They seemingly grew louder, Jon taking the opportunity to let the words flow from his mouth - “I shall put a baby in you tonight.”
And so the night proceeded. Jon didn’t let up until you physically couldn’t go for another round, making sure none of his seed left your womb.
It was a relief to know that your king, your lord, your love wanted you and only you.
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Under Pressure
Summary: Jake is at a party with the rest of Enhypen. The boys are all looking for their partner for the night, but Jake feels hesitant to find someone. So the boys take it upon themselves to set someone up with Jake, to help him get there….
Notes: Enhpyen Vampires, Male Reader, Reference to Drunk Dazed timeline, idk what else
Wordcount: 3.6k
The night was cold and dark beside the street lamps that kept the street lit. You recheck your phone. It glowed the time, 9 PM, the time you were supposed to meet at this bus stop to ride out to the party.
You received an invitation hidden in your mail last week. A charcoal black envelope that read,
An Invitation To Our Bloody Birthday Party
And inside was the card with a neatly typed message.
You're invited to our bloody birthday party.
Sometimes, walking down the deadly path
Without fleeing from death itself
Can give rise to the most wondrous creation
We hope you will be able to come
The back of the card left instructions on where to find the transit bus to take you to the party. According to Google, it was some old mansion you hadn't seen before.
You didn’t want to go, but your friends got the same invitation. After being invited to the same party, the group decided you'd all go together. Even though the party felt strange and shady, your friends managed to coax you out of the house that night.
You texted your group chat, "Are you guys there already?"
You stared at your phone, waiting for a reply. Then you heard a soft honk in front of you. A bus was waiting with the door open.
"Are you getting on?" The driver asked.
You nodded and scrambled awkwardly into the bus. Other than the driver and you, it was empty. You took a seat toward the back, near a window, and put in your headphones. You played the first song in your playlist as you tried to distract yourself from the feeling of dread that hung on your shoulders. The bus ride was about twenty minutes, and you checked your phone every few minutes to check your messages.
Nothing, still.
They must be having such a good time that they're not looking at their phones.
The bus stopped down the street of a large house with music and red lights pouring out. You stepped off the bus, and it pulled away– the darkness of the lightless street taking over you. The only lights came from the single overhead lamp from the bus stop and the eerie red house.
You stepped into the darkness, along the sidewalk, toward the house. It was suffocating. Even the flashlight on your phone didn't make you feel any safer. And the sounds of wolves howling through the night in the distance make you almost break into a sprint.
Once you reached the house, you could see inside from the front door left ajar. It was full of people: dancing, drinking, laughing, and screaming people.
"The party is more fun on the inside, you know?" A voice tickled inside of your ear.
You turned around to see a handsome man in front of you with black hair and a sharp look in his eye. Judging from his taste in jewelry, he came from some serious money: Prada, YXL, and Louis Vuitton from head to toe.
He nodded to you, "You alright? Need something to drink?"
You shook your head. "I'm just trying to find my friends! They got here before me."
"Oh, I get you. I can help you look for your friends if you'd like. It's a big house. You can get lost pretty easily there," He smiled, his white teeth shining in the red light. "I'm Jay, by the way."
"Hi Jay, I'm y/n..."
He didn't hesitate to continue talking to you, "So, you have your invite? We can't just let anyone walk in."
"You're the bouncer?"
He laughed, "Not exactly. It's just my turn to watch the door. My brothers are inside enjoying the party, and it'll be my turn to enjoy it soon."
"You're brothers?"
"Yeah. It's my birthday tonight."
You let your jaw drop, "I-I didn't realize it was your birthday! Happy Birthday!" You awkwardly slapped his shoulder, trying to play it cool.
"Thanks. Why don't you go in and find your friends? If you see my brothers, tell them that Jake's gift is hidden somewhere in the house."
You nodded. You wanted to ask what Jay’s brothers looked like, but you couldn't help but feel that talking to him wasn't the best move. His eyes got sharp as if he wasn't looking at you but looking through you– listening very closely to something.
"Go on now. I've gotta greet some more guests soon," He said through gritted teeth.
You moved inside, worming through people and trying not to bump into anyone. Your friends were nowhere in sight. The air inside was foggy, like from a machine, but tasted sweet like strawberries. The lights made your eyes hurt at first, but it eventually passed. You ended up in a kitchen, one of the few quieter rooms in the house. Inside was a boy with platinum blonde hair holding a cup of red liquid.
"Oh? Someone lost?" He asked as he turned to face you. His eyes gave you the impression he knew something you didn't, and he wore a smirk on his face while speaking.
"Yeah. I was just looking for my friends," You replied.
"It's a big house. You should be careful you don’t get lost. Everyone is toward the living room and dining room. And, you can check the second floor, but you may walk in on some people enjoying the party," He giggled when he mentioned walking in on people.
"Oh yeah... that's no good," You were stiff with him. He was gorgeous, and you didn't know how to speak to him.
"You, okay? Need a drink to loosen up?" He held out his drink.
Shaking your head, "No, thank you. I like pouring my drinks for safety and everything."
He took a sip of it and offered it again. "See? Perfectly safe. So try some!" He pushed the drink closer to your hand. Somehow, the closer he got, the prettier too.
"O-Okay... One sip wouldn't hurt," You took a sip of the red drink. It tasted like strawberries mixed with club soda, but the carbonation was strong– and made you choke. "What's this again?"
He laughed at you, "It's just strawberry Fanta. Nothing special."
You stifle a cough to try and compose yourself, "Um, I'm y/n."
The man took another minute to calm down before replying, "Sunoo. It's my birthday today!"
You raised your eyebrows in surprise, "No way! Someone at the front door told me it was their birthday! Weird coincidence."
Sunoo tilted his head, "The door? You mean Jay, right?"
You nodded.
"He's my brother! My brothers and I celebrate our birthdays together, so today's all of our birthdays."
You feigned understanding of their weird birthday habit. "So, how many brothers do you have?"
"There are seven of us total."
"Seven–" Your eyes widened slightly.
Sunoo giggled at your reaction, "Yes. Me, Jay, Sunghoon, Heeseung, Ni-ki, Jungwon, and Jake."
The last name rang out in your ears, remembering Jay's words. "Oh! Then, I was supposed to tell you that Jake's gift is hidden somewhere in the house."
Sunoo raised his eyebrow, looking you up and down, "Oh really? Did Jay give any hints on what it looks like?"
You shook your head, "Nope. Jay must want Jake to go on a scavenger hunt or something?"
He nodded in understanding, "Then I should go tell my brothers so they can get Jake to start looking. Good luck with finding your friends!" Sunoo waved goodbye as he walked out of the kitchen, leaving you alone with the thumping bass of the speakers keeping you company.
There were no new messages from your friends. You sent them another text, mentioning you're looking for them before you leave the kitchen.
Heading towards another open area, you spotted someone who looked familiar across the room. In a rush to catch them, you stumbled on something and bumped into someone. Looking up at the person you bumped into, there was a huge red stain on his white shirt. The man's face spelled irritation. He was tall, had dark hair, and his skin was white like snow.
"Can you watch it!? Are you drunk?" He pushed you off him before storming down a hallway.
You dusted yourself off and stood up. Looking back to where you saw the familiar figure– the figure was gone. You frantically scanned the room, searching, until you saw the figure walking upstairs. You rushed to follow it up the stairs– moving through the living room. You saw a guy with brown hair and cat-like eyes watching you as you ran by. Something about him felt off, but you couldn't place it and didn't have time to stop.
Upstairs, you found a hallway full of closed doors. You couldn't see the figure anywhere, but you were sure they'd gone this way. You approached one door and put your ear up to it. It was hard to hear the music, but you could faintly hear moaning from the other side. You moved onto the next door, which was silent. You carefully turned the knob and started to push open the door. Before you could open it completely, you felt a hand on your shoulder that pulled you around. A man with black hair and a striped black and white shirt stood before you, red liquid dripping from his mouth.
"Hey there, pretty boy. What are you doing sneaking around up here?"
He boxed you in, he had you pinned against the door, and his grip was like metal. "I–I didn't know I wasn't allowed up here, I swear!"
He chuckled, "Nonsense! It's a party. Nowhere's off limits!" He pulled you closer, "Do you wanna enjoy the party with me–how about in there?" His eyes pointed to the door you were leaning on.
"I'm just looking for my friend. I'm kind of–"
"Lost?" He cut you off. "Please don't say lost..." His voice was still deep and sultry, but you could hear a soft tone of hurt behind those last words.
"Not exactly. Just turned around."
His mood brightened as he focused back on you, "What's your name, love?"
"It's y/n."
"Well, y/n. It's my birthday tonight, and I think I'd like my gift from you now," The man got closer as he spoke.
"W–Well, my friend has the gift!" You lied. You forgot it was a birthday party, so you didn't think about bringing a gift in the first place.
"You can give me something I want," He put his hand on your face, stroking your cheek. "God, your skin is so soft. Your lips are so cute. You're my type..."
"And so is everyone else, Heeseung. Take it down a notch," Another voice from down the hallway spoke. The boy from before on the couch approached the two of you, his eyes scanning Heeseun, "You've had too much to drink, so walk it off."
Heeseung looked like he wanted to protest, but the shorter boy pulled him closer, "Don't forget. Jake's gift is here. He needs this, and we all agreed to help."
Heeseung sighed before turning to you, "Okay, sorry, lovely. We can't dance together tonight." He winked as he wandered back toward the stairs.
The other boy walked over to you, "You okay? He didn't do anything to you?"
"No, I'm alright. Thanks for the save from that creep."
"My brother is a bit of an attention whore if he drinks too much, it's a horrible habit. I'm sorry about that."
You mentally punched yourself for calling his brother a creep, "Sorry about the creep comment! I didn't know–"
"Brother or not, a creep is a creep," He sighed. "I'm Jungwon. It's nice to meet you, y/n."
"How'd you know my name? I didn't tell you it yet..."
"You said it when Heeseung asked, didn't you?"
You nodded slowly, "Yeah... I guess I did." Did that mean he was standing there for that long before stepping in? "So, I'm guessing it's also your birthday?"
The boy nodded.
"Happy Birthday, Mr..."
"Jungwon. And you can drop the mister."
"Happy Birthday, Jungwon."
Jungwon smiled, "Thank you. I hope you're enjoying the party and my brother didn't bother you too badly."
"I'm enjoying it. I just really wish I could find my friends..."
Jungwon scratched his head, "They might be in the room at the end of this hall, the door on the right."
"Oh! That's amazing! Thank you!" You dashed off to find your friends before they had a chance to slip away again. But then it hit you– You never told Jungwon what your friends looked like. Turning to look where he was, he disappeared.
You went to the door Jungwon told you about, putting your ear up to it, no moaning this time. You checked your sides. No Heeseung either. You opened the door and poked your head in. Two men were sitting on the bed, both facing away from you.
"Jake, it's easy. You can't go this long without quality food. We both know that. This party is perfect, and these people won't remember a thing the next morning. You'll just be a weird dream to them," The first guy said. He turned in your direction, noticing you at the door. He had an eyebrow slit and blonde hair with an undercut. "Jake, it's time. Happy Birthday," He put his hand on Jake's shoulder, squeezing it tight, before leaving the room. He brushed past you, smelling like a soft mint, and his eyes looking straight into yours.
You could hear his voice, but his lips didn't move, "Don't be a letdown..."
You looked back at the second man in the room– he looked at you shyly. He had wavy blonde hair and a wet look in his eyes.
He jolted to his feet, "I didn't know someone else was–"
You put your hands up in defense, "No, that's all me! I didn't mean to interrupt your moment or whatever!"
Jake squeezed one of his wrists, "Would you come in?"
You looked back over your shoulder, out the door. Your friends were somewhere around here.
Jake's voice was more stern, "Come sit."
Your body moved into the room and obediently sat down on the bed. You were sitting next to Jake but couldn't stand and walk out, and your legs wouldn't move.
"You're a little close," Jake muttered.
You nervously scooted away from him.
"I–I didn't mean to leave! Please don't go!" He begged.
You moved back.
"What is happening?" You nervously whispered.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you do that..." Jake lowered his head sadly, "You hate me for that, don't you?" The look you gave him must've confirmed it as he shrunk into himself.
"Oh, I–I'm just a little confused. I'm not mad, I don't think." You assured him.
He sprouted back up. "Really? You're not mad? I didn't mean to do that– it just happens sometimes. My powers are fucked up since I haven't eaten in a while."
"There's plenty of food downstairs. I can grab you some."
He shook his head, "No, I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why not?"
"You met Heeseung, right? If he saw you walking around, he'd probably eat you on the spot."
"Eat me?" Your voice said disgusted, "I didn't know he was that creepy."
"My brother isn't bad! He's just had too much to drink." Jake said defensively.
The two of you sat in silence for a moment. Jake looked too nervous to speak, and you were still checking if your legs would work properly. A knock at the door broke the silence– a head peaked in slightly. It was Jungwon!
"Jake!" He called.
Jake looked at Jungwon, and as they locked eyes, it was just silence. It was like a conversation, but you couldn't hear anything, and their mouths weren't moving.
After a moment, Jungwon turned to you, "Hi y/n. I need a favor from you."
You nodded, "Anything. I still owe you for earlier."
Jungwon smiled, "Well, I'm going to use that now." He got closer and whispered to you, "I need you to seduce Jake."
You pulled away and looked at him in bewilderment, "Why!?"
"Lower your tone when addressing me," He commanded.
You suddenly felt small and helpless under his eyes, "Sorry."
"Jake. My friend here is interested in you, but he's a little shy. Could you show him a good time?" Jungwon emphasized 'good time' as clearly as he could for Jake. He smiled and shut the door as he left, locking it from the outside.
Suddenly, you were some sex sacrifice to his guy. And why were his brothers so desperate to get him laid?!
Jake turned to you, "Are you really into me?" His voice reverberated into you, commanding the truth from you.
"I'm not sure– I think I’m still mostly scared about not being able to control my body. I guess I just want to know what's going on..." You said frankly. You then realized your mouth was moving, "Why–"
Jake sighed, "I want to be honest and comfortable with you. Can I?"
You slowly nodded, cautious of his next move.
Jake moved closer, his hands resting on your thigh, "My brothers and I are vampires. And we feed on blood, just like the ones in the movies. But we've got some extra stuff, like commanding human minds."
You just stared at him, waiting for him to say he was joking. But he wasn't laughing.
"I–" Jake's face flushed pink, "I haven't fed on a human in a long time... and it's intimate."
"How long?"
"Like... maybe a hundred years?"
"Why?"
"That’s not your business," Jake looked up at you, deep into your eyes. "Please understand me..."
You immediately felt for him. Sympathetic even, "Of course I understand you, that's hard. I couldn't imagine having sex every time I was hungry."
He shook his head, "It's not sex! I'm not having sex with you to feed!"
"Okay! My bad!" You put your hands up in defense.
"I–I'm sorry. The hunger is making me moody."
"Can you eat like, not people?"
Jake nodded. "That's what I've always done. But after a while, it works less. I've started experiencing urges."
"Urges?"
"Like... if I'm not focused and I get hungry. I could devour a whole person if I get too hungry."
Your eyes widened.
"Well, not you! I won't do that to you!" Jake tried to hold you, but you shrunk away from him, "I also hate that. I don't like people looking at me like a monster. Heeseung lives for it, which is why he feeds the most out of us."
"Wait, all of you are vampires!? What about the people at the party? Are they vampires?”
Jake shook his head, "No. The party is how we stock up on blood for a long time. Luring in people, knocking them out, and then we drink some and store more blood elsewhere. The most that humans experience is a headache, like a bad hangover. They don't even remember us. Unless you're like Heeseung."
"What happened with Heeseung?" You shivered, feeling how he was so close to you.
"He... is a more traditional vampire. Drinking until they stop pumping, if you get me. But he believes sex is the best way for a human to end, to feel their high right before he digs in," Jake looked away as if remembering horrible memories.
"So, I just let you bite me, and I won't remember anything? I can still go home after," You asked.
Jake nodded, "Pretty much, but I don't like forcing people to–:
You rolled up your sleeve, "Is my arm okay, or do you have to be my neck?"
Jake hopped up, "You'd just let me drink from you?"
You nodded, "If I have to. I feel if I fight, I'd face Heeseung..."
"No, I'd never let him have you! You're nice!" Jake pulled your sleeve down, covering your veins, "I won't bite you unless you want me to. If you don't want me to, I'll sneak you out of the house and let you go."
You considered his offer closely. If Jake let you go, you'd remember the existence of vampires and probably ruin every vampire show for the rest of time. And if you let him bite you, then it's just a foggy memory. But then you remembered.
"What about my friends? If I leave, what will you do to them?"
"My brothers stick to our routine pretty seriously. So they should get the same routine as everyone else. A drain and release."
"Unless Heeseung."
Jake nodded, "Well, I can keep him off anyone else." Jake's eyes glittered in the moonlight from the window. They had an honest sense, loyal to their promises.
You sighed, "Promise me I won't end up dead."
"I promise. I'll guard you with my life," Jake smiled.
Laying back on the bed, you closed your eyes, "Okay... bite me then."
There was movement and warmth, and you could feel his breath on your neck. You couldn't help but shake and brace for the pain. But it never came.
You opened your eyes slowly, holding your head and slowly sitting up. You were in a bedroom with sunlight pouring in from the window. The room was familiar, but it wasn't your room. You moved to sit in bed, only to realize you weren't alone. A handsome blonde man was lying in bed with you, both tucked under the covers.
"Jake?" You whispered, remembering everything from the night before until you closed your eyes. "Why do I know who you are?
#oracle of dreams#kpop x male reader#enhypen fanfiction#enhypen#enhypen imagines#enhypen x reader#kpop x male reader smut#sim jaeyun#enhypen au#jake x reader#enhypen jake#enhypen jaeyun#jaeyun x reader
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Face It
PART ONE
Warnings: Smut (oral fem/ male rec), May cause delusions
“Fuck what time is it?” I wake up suddenly, frantically looking for my phone that I thought was beneath my pillow.
Noah groans, as if annoyed by me waking up in a state of panic.
I roll my eyes and search underneath my pillow and blanket until I see it laying on the floor next to the bed.
9:26. I let out a sigh as I dont have to leave for work until 10:00.
“Thanks a lot” I mumble under my breath.
Noah turns and puts his back towards me as I get out of the bed to take a quick shower. I don’t remember the last time I didn’t wake up through all 5 of my alarms but last night was a good night so I’m not surprised.
I let the hot water hit my face for a minute,
as I tried to remember what really happened.
~last night~
ding
Oh great someone else asking me to cover their shift tomorrow night. I pick my phone up not expecting it to be Noah Sebastian.
*can i come over*
It had been a few months since I’d heard from him and I havent gotten laid in a while so I did what I thought was best.
*depends. are you bringing beer or liqour?*
I chuckle at my response, knowing damn well he’s bringing both.
*i thought you had it? i was just bringing myself this time. wasn’t that the agreement? (;*
Smart ass.
Twenty minutes later hes walking through the door like he pays rent.
“I’ve missed you” he says immediately going for a hug. “You should keep your door locked by the way. I could have been a murderer.”
I take him in for the longest hug we’ve ever had. He smells like alcohol and that familiar Noah smell. God I’ve missed it.
“Mm well maybe I was hoping for someone to come in and murder me.” I say playfully.
“I’ll murder that pussy,” he says like hes trying to think of something to say.
There’s a moment of silence before I say, “yeah don’t ever say that shit again.”
“Agreed,” we bust out laughing.
Next thing I knew, I was laying on my bed spread wide for Noah as he gazed up at me through his dark eyes, mouth tasting every part of me between my legs. I moaned out in pleasure when his tongue flicked over my clit and pulled at the strands of his hair, begging for more.
“I love the way you taste,” Noah murmured against the skin of my thigh.
Then, all at once, he began biting and sucking at my core, drinking in my wetness. My hips raised off the bed when his tongue pressed harder, making me see stars as he slipped his long finger between my folds.
“Noah,” I groaned.
A fire burned low in my stomach, my orgasm being built to almost a crescendo, ready to break through me in waves.
“Cum for me,” he demanded, spearing two fingers inside of me, as he sucked on my clit.
With a loud whine, I let my orgasm shake my entire body, writhing off the bed only to be held down by Noah’s large hand as he licked me through the aftershocks. Stars clouded my vision and I had to blink a few times to clear them, my chest rising and falling with each deep breath.
Noah kissed his way up my stomach, between my breasts, and left a kiss on my lips so I could taste myself on his tongue. I hummed into his mouth while grasping his face and in one swift movement, I had him lying on his back with me perched on my knees in front of him.
His tattoos shined under the moonlight that cast through the window of my bedroom and I bit my lip at the sight of the muscles of his abs constricting as he leaned on his elbows, peering down at me.
Precum seeped from the slit of his cock as it stood straight up, red and angry from not an ounce of attention. My tongue swirled around it, humming in satisfaction with how he tasted, before taking most of him in my mouth. What I couldn’t fit, I wrapped my hand around the base and began bobbing my head up and down while squeezing him.
My name fell from his lips in a rushed breath, Noah’s body falling limp to the mattress beneath him. One hand gripped the blanket while his other grasped my scalp and pulled until it burned; in the best fucking way. With my tongue flattened underneath the thickness of him, I let Noah hold me there as he fucked my throat with such ruthlessness it made my knees weak.
“Stay right there,” he rasped while holding my head in place.
Tears burned in the corners of my eyes, makeup running down my face, as Noah’s hips stilled for a brief moment before his warm cum filled my mouth. I hummed in sheer pleasure, still never getting used to how sweet he tasted in my mouth. I was pulled off of him with a loud pop and Noah pulled me up into his chest, wrapping us in a warm cocoon with my blanket.
~Now~
Oh yeah.
As I step out of the shower, I check my phone again to make sure I didn’t take too long.
9:45.
I groan checking the cabinet for some tylenol.
Thank GOD I had some left.
I knock them back, using the sink water to wash it down.
I could drink a swimming pool right now. I walk out of the bathroom to see noah on his phone.
He looks up at me and smiles, as I’m only wearing a towel.
“Well good morning to you too” he puts his phone down and pats next to him on the bed, all of his tattoos on display.
His goofy grin playing across his lips fades as I grab my work clothes out of my dresser.
“I have to get ready for work I’m a little behind today” I say frowning. “But I get off at 4.”
The good thing about being a bartender is that most of the time, night shift comes in early. Hopefully today is one of those days.
He pouts and moves his hair out of his face. Maybe I should call in today.
“Im meeting Jolly sometime today but you know I always make time for you” he winks.
“Just come by around 7 tonight and bring the boys. I’ll stop by the liquor store on my way home.”
Quickly putting my shoes on, I glance over at Noah to see him staring at me pretty hard.
“Earth to Noah,” I wave.
“Sorry I just missed looking at you like this. You look beautiful.”
Beautiful? Is he on drugs?
“Since when do you call me beautiful?” I furrow my eyebrows.
He shrugs and gets up wrapping his arms around me. “Just missed you is all.”
“I missed you too Noah.”
Someone’s affectionate today, not that I’m complaining. Calling me beautiful isn’t necessarily weird, he just normally sticks to “hot” or something less.. caring? I don’t know.
Noah and I leave my house at the same time. 10:03. At least I’m not too late this time.
He walks me to my car and gives me a kiss on the cheek. God I thought I was going to melt into a puddle.
Noah and I have been… whatever it is we are for a year now after I ran into him at Walmart. Literally ran into him.
I was trying to find a certain brand of shampoo I use, Love and Beauty, but had to meet up with Kaleigh ten minutes ago so I didn’t see him and walked right into him. It was embarrassing at the time but after I apologized a million times, he laughed it off and invited me out for drinks with him and his band mates the next day.
We hit it off and have been hooking up every time hes in town but of course, I went and caught feelings.
- divider from here
- HUGE THANK YOU TO @thefallennightmare for helping me w the smut😘😘
- pic from pinterest ofc
i may write more to this but idk it depends on how it does on here lmao
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[This Bites] (1)
Pairing: Astarion x F! Chubby! MC
Plot: Through some mysterious and very miraculous events, a young woman finds herself literally stuck with a character from her current video game obsession. You can guess it already. It's an isekai type fanfic. Except in this case Astarion is stuck in our modern world. I was gonna call the MC Tav, but since the actual game character Tav is mentioned I just named her Winnie.
Content Warnings: Death….sorta, An asshole of a stepdad, MC uses She/Her pronouns, eventual smut and sexual content in future parts. Characters may be Ooc, grammar/spelling mistakes are possible. MC has very low self esteem. Depressed MC.
Chapter One: You are here!
Chapter Two: Here!
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“Argh I knew something would go wrong with this game!” The female huffed, staring down at her computer. Her eyes scanned over the error message titled ‘Character not found.’ She gritted her teeth in frustration. “God forbid I try mods….”
The young woman groaned, shutting her laptop and falling back onto the bed. Apparently after finally installing a cheat mod onto Baldur's Gate 3 the game decided to retaliate and locked her out of her save files. She couldn't even create a new character either! The same ‘Character not found’ message seemed to pop up no matter what she did. The girl’s name was Winnie, a college student in her early twenties who was still living at home. Not too long ago Winnie had gotten the game upon release. She'd played it several times since then and even yet was still able to find some hidden secrets she didn't notice the first time. Honestly this game had really helped with her current state. Life had just been dull and miserable. All her friends had moved on and had their own lives now and she really wasn't the best at making new ones.
She had a dull boring job, did online writing classes and also had to put up with the asshole her mother married. This game had been a godsend for her these past few months. It gave her an escape. A way to be someone else, at least for a little while anyway.
Not to mention live out her somewhat cringey teenage girl fantasy of dating a walking red flag of a vampire. In this game she felt important. Like she was some badass heroine who was ready to take on any foe. Not the shy, scared, awkward woman who she saw in the mirror.
Her cat Maddie broke Winnie from her thoughts as she hopped up onto the bed and crawled onto the young woman's chest. Winnie ran her hand over the cat's thick fluffy black fur. Maddie gave a small mew before purring noisily and gently kneading her claws into Winnie’s chest.
Winnie sighed, scratching the sides of Maddie's face as she was soothed by the feline’s pur.
“WINNIE! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!!” A gruff male voice shouted from the other room, causing Maddie to jump and scramble off of Winnie and hide under the bed.
The brunette haired girl sighed and got up, walking out of the room and cautiously stepping down the hall.
“Yes, Brian?” Winnie spoke up as she entered the kitchen. She looked over to see her stepfather stumbling about. Brian was a rather large man with short dark hair and beard. He was well….very unpleasant.
“Where are the goddamn car keys?” He growled out.
“Dunno, I don't drive.” Winnie said calmly as she leaned up against the wall, “mom probably put them somewhere. Check the coffee table by the recliner.”
Brian stomped off, a tiny tan fluff of a dog following after him. He grabbed the keys before walking back into the kitchen.
“I'm going to the store. Keep that stupid cat of yours in your room! It keeps shitting all over the carpet!”
“I've told you over and over. Maddie only goes in the litter box. It's your dog that keeps making a mess in the house because you don't take him outside when he needs to go.” Winnie rolled her eyes.
“Don't fucking talk back to me! You're lucky your mother lets you stay here, if it was up to me you'd have been kicked out of here a long time ago.” Brain snapped, making Winnie flinch a little at his tone. “Now make sure the trash is taken out before I get back.” He said before stomping out the front door and slamming it behind him. Winnie flinched once again at the loud sound before letting out a sigh and pulling the trash out of the can despite the fact that she distinctly remembered her mother telling Brian to take it out this morning.
Winnie took out the trash before coming back inside heading back to her room. Her eyes scanned over her laptop as Maddie crawled out from under the bed. She walked back over and opened the device, logging herself on before attempting to open her game back up.
[Character not found.]
Winnie groaned before filling out a bug report and then putting her computer up. She needed to get ready and go to work anyway.
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A few days had passed and nothing seemed to work. Winnie had disabled and deleted all the mods, sent in about a dozen but reports and still nothing. The only thing left she could try now was uninstalling the game and then reinstalling it.
Winnie sat on the bed waiting patiently for the game to download though she knew it would at least take an hour. She pulled out her cellphone, noticing a text from her mother. The message was informing Winnie that Brian and her mom wouldn't be home until late tonight. At least this meant she'd have plenty of peace and quiet in the meantime. The young woman spread out on her bed, stretching her limbs before slowly closing her eyes, resting lazily.
Time passed as she slowly dozed off…Eventually she was awoken by the sound of beeping? It was some strange noise that she couldn't quite put her finger on. She quickly looked over to her laptop and her eyes widened as she noticed it seemed to be going crazy. Blinking and beeping.
“What the fuck!?” She exclaimed, grasping her computer and frantically clicking the mousepad.
Then the screen went black before seemingly returning to the home screen. However, everything on the computer was gone save for one shortcut. Baldur's Gate 3.
The game’s shortcut sat in the very center of the computer, practically screaming at Winnie to click on it. She clicked it and the game opened up.
Everything seemed to go as normal up until the title screen. Winnie’s eyes widened in shock as she noticed all of the menu options were gone aside from (New Game). She raised an eyebrow before clicking on the only option available and waiting as the opening cinematic played. Everything continued as it usually did. Winnie created her Tav, a human druid with an urchin background, then proceeded to hop into the game.
Winnie did a bit of a speed run, moving through the Nautiloid as quickly as she could. She recruited Us, Lae'zel and freed Shadowheart before reaching the helm and crashing the ship.
Upon reaching the ravaged beach was when things began to get strange.
The game buffered and blinked a bit, skipping the scene where Tav would check themselves out followed by some voiced narration. Tav was kinda just there on the beach.
“Oh God. The game is glitching….” Winnie whined. She sighed in annoyance before clicking on the ground where she wanted Tav to walk. Winnie REALLY did not feel like uninstalling the game and waiting another hour to try again so she decided she'd play for as long as the game would allow. Winnie had Tav wander over towards where Shadowheart would normally be laying after crash, only to find an empty space where the half elf should be. Winnie groaned assuming it was another glitch before continuing on along the beach. While most things were there like the dead bodies and the intellect devourer enemies, Winnie did not see any sign of Shadowheart at all. Not even near the ruins where she'd be if she wasn't rescued by the player. Winnie decided to quickly go and look for the other characters, sneaking her way past the little brain creatures and moving down the path where Astarion, the elven rogue companion, would be waiting to ambush the player. He was Winnie’s favorite. She had a soft spot for sassy morally grey characters with tragic backstories. And he was also secretly a vampire to boot which just added to the appeal. Winnie had her Tav approach the area before she let out a sigh of relief seeing as the vampiric elf was in his starting area shouting for help like normal. At least the game wasn't completely broken.
“Hurry I've got one of those brain things cornered.” Astarion’s dialogue began as soon as Tav got close enough to interact with him. “There in the grass, you can kill it can't you? Like you killed the others?”
“Uh….I kinda actually didn't kill any of them…Heheh.” Winnie chuckled before dragging her mouse over the dialogue choices.
1. [Easily, stand back.]
2. Kill it yourself. You seem capable.
3. Leave
Winnie clicked on choice 1 before her Tav walked over to check the tall grass for the intellect devourer that was actually non-existent.
Instead a wild boar leapt from the grass and made Tav jump in surprise, giving Astarion the perfect opportunity to strike. He pinned the druid to the ground, pressing a dagger to her neck.
“Shhh…Shhh….Not a sound…Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours.” The vampire practically purred out. Winnie blushed, a shiver going down her spine. There was a reason she always found herself choosing the elven vampire as her character’s love interest. Initially when she first got the game she felt he came off as a pompous prick (which he is) but damn he was so fucking seductive. It drove Winnie absolutely mad. Not to mention it helped given he had sweet delicious character development later on in his story and actually could be kind of a sweetheart… To the player at least.
The romance in this game had to be Winnie’s favorite aspect of it. She was very romantically inexperienced to say the least and this just added to what made the game her perfect escape from reality. It made her feel like someone actually liked her. Winnie prepared to select the next dialogue choice when suddenly she noticed they had changed.
1. [……….]
2. ………..
3. ……….
4. ……….
She looked up and saw a smirk form on Astarion's lips, his eyes appeared as if he was staring back at Winnie from through the screen. Before she could speak Astarion slit Tav's throat and let them drop onto the ground.
“What. The. Fuck.” The brunette haired female went pale as she stared at her computer screen. Astarion sighed in what sounded like relief?
“Finally, we've done that old song and dance so many times! The novelty has completely worn off.” He stretched out his arms, before wiping his dagger on the ground. “It feels so invigorating to try something new, wouldn't you agree?”
“Uhh…..What's going on?” Winnie asked aloud. She was shaking a bit in both confusion and a little fear. Her character was kinda just laying on the ground dead…and Astarion was talking….to her!?
“Oh dear, it seems I've gone and frightened you. Ahaha!” Astarion chuckled before appearing to move closer to the screen, even going so far to place his hand on it…
“Hello darling…”
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hi babagril 🤭 sooo my request is gojo poundin the shit out of y/n (or my name 🗣️) after y/n being a absolute teasing him and being a brat.
u could either write gojo or geto… or both cs uk i don’t mind
„𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂”
: ̗̀➛ 18+ CONTENT!!! MDNI
: ̗̀➛ afab!reader, public sex, nun too heavy. threesome. not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.
: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.
: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 670
* dark mode recommended
* do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.
𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; again,, first time writing for these characters. i hope this don’t suck 😭 HOPE YOU LIKEEEE and reblog to support meeee and if you want more :D
you were being impatient. you, gojo, and geto have been out all day messing around…more like gojo and geto were messing around. you just tagged along because you didn’t wanna be left alone at home while gojo claims to be out doing “extensional work”.
the three of you were currently out for lunch. geto squinted at the non-sorcerers. his little ponytail swung behind him as he grabbed the set of chopsticks and began playing with his food.
“there’s a bunch of monkeys, over there. i don’t wanna be near those things.” you heard him grumble under his breath before he’d take a glance at you and smirk. “don’t worry, you’re an exception.” that’s when he began spraying his disinfectant deodorant….to keep the monkey smell away.
“what the hell…” you thought as you laughed off geto’s comment, not exactly knowing what you should say after. gojo’s hand gently pressed down onto the table as he stood up.
“going to the bathroom, be right back.” he announced. that’s when you took the opportunity to try to go with him and satisfy your needs. you were going through an insane heat. it didn’t help that you were ovulating.
“uh…me too!” you suddenly say before grabbing gojo by the arm and dragging gojo to the bathroom, leaving the non-sorcerer hater at the table alone.
he didn’t seem to mind.
the two of you get to the bathroom, and you being you, you stopped gojo before he could get into the stall, telling him your scheme.
twenty minutes later, the two of you were on the bathroom floor, naked. gojo was holding your thighs down while his tongue was moving against your folds at some unknown speed, making you moan loudly. your hips bucked, pushing his face more into you.
your fingers gripped onto his icy white hair. you were trying your best to be quiet, considering you were in a public setting but the way gojo’s tongue was moving was driving you insane.
before anything could go any further, the bathroom door opened. there stood geto with the widest of eyes, completely in shock of what he was looking at.
but your imagine enticed him. seeing your movements against his best friend’s face as he opened the door. it was hypnotic. the male made a face before he commanded you to move off of gojo after he decided that he’d join in on such acts. of course you listened. he removed his clothes also.
“you’re so obedient…i thought you were incompetent but i think you could be useful.” he said as he pinned you down against the cold tiled flooring of the bathroom. he’d put your legs up over his shoulders, before he’d force his length into you. it all happened so sudden. your breath hitched as you tried to control your moans but it was physically impossible.
while geto was slamming himself into you, his thrusts getting slightly more intense by the moment, gojo quieted your noises of pleasure with his own length. as if it were muscle memory, your hand wrapped around his shaft and your tongue swirled around against his tip, which flushed a red color filled with sensitivity.
you were being constantly praised by the two men as they fucked you roughly. all three of your moans and airy breaths filled the room, not really caring if anyone on the outside heard anything. what mattered was that you all were getting some sort of pleasure out of this. your eyes rolled back, unable to see what was in front of you clearly.
soon enough, puddles of a warm substance fell onto your stomach and some going down your throat.
both geto and gojo stood up, cleaning themselves before putting their clothes back on.
“that was fun, wasn’t it?” geto smirked at you. embarrassed, you quickly got up and cleaned yourself also and put your clothes on.
“i thought it was fun.” gojo beamed with a goofy smile. geto narrowed his eyes before nudging the other.
“i wasn’t asking you.”
𝐄𝐍𝐃.
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smarty v (rafe cameron x oc)
SYNOPSIS: smart girl isn’t as smart as rafe cameron.
WARNINGS: mature content; dark!rafe, toxic relationship, domestic violence, verbal abuse, blackmail, jealousy, general violence, manipulative behavior, explicit language, substance abuse & addiction, use of guns, mentions of past crimes, obsession
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i watch from the other side of the room as rafe walks from the window to the mantle repeatedly. his hard-soled shoes would surely wear holes into the floorboard from the incessant pacing. his buzzed hair has grown out slightly, the blonde catching in the sunlight as he passes the window once again.
“barry, i don’t have time for this right now.” he says to his friend harshly. i can hear a male voice over the speaker but it’s muffled from being pressed against rafe’s ear. “why the fuck would you do that? are you an idiot?” rafe had been on the phone for fifteen minutes with the dark-haired man he calls his business partner, ten of those spent worrying around the room in an effort to not snap at him. i wasn’t aware that such a friendship had blossomed between the two until i returned from school. last time i heard of him, barry was my boyfriend’s drug dealer.
rafe warned me once to stay away from him and now the two are practically inseparable. “you fucked it up, so you fix it! i don’t care what you have to do, man–just get the money back.”
the pair share a few more short words before rafe finally ends the call. the stress pours off him in waves that were strong enough to take both of us under. the man says nothing for a long minute as he leans against the wooden desk in his father’s former office. a long-fingered hand runs over his face before he rests his eyes on me for the first time in almost twenty minutes.
“come here.” he beckons me to him with just his words and i rise, my sock covered feet sliding across the floor to stand before him.
i wait for him to say something but he doesn’t. rather, his hands rise to take hold of my head, his warm palms planted against the plush flesh of my cheeks. his ocean blue eyes rake over my face as if it were the last time he was going to see me, his mind frantic to plague itself with the memory of me so he’d never be able to forget. the crease between his brow relaxes along with the rest of his face, eyes once hardened by troubled thoughts now shining with a peaceful relief.
my eyes are wide with confusion, but i allow my lips to part to give him a soft, comforting smile. he brings his forehead to mine and i force myself to stay put, worried that the makeup covering my own might rub off onto him and stain his tanned skin a warm brown.
rafe’s eyes flutter shut, the softness of his lashes brushing against my face as he holds me in place. we stand there in a peaceful silence until he pulls away enough to leave a few inches between our noses. he continues to drink in my appearance for a moment longer before speaking in an exhale.
“you’re so beautiful,” his voice is full of adoration, and it makes my cheeks fill with hot blood. “i’m so lucky…you don’t know how crazy i’d go without you.” my smile turns shy as i downcast my eyes. my vision is filled with our feet rather than the intense pools of blue that captures me in its waters.
tilting my head back up with a finger under my chin, he presses his lips into mine with the same gentleness he strokes over my hair with. it’s over as fast as it starts and my eyes blink back open though i don’t remember shutting them.
with a departing sigh, the blonde pulls away from me and pushes off the desk to make his way around to the seat on the other side. he collapses into the leather seat dramatically as he throws his head back, his long neck exposed for only a few seconds before he drags himself back into an upright position.
“did you pick up your dress?” rafe asks, eyes flickering up to my looming presence from his position behind the dark wood. he hums in approval when i nod, gaze pulled back down to the desk below to focus his attention on rummaging through its many drawers.
midsummers was coming, and much sooner than i would like. it was the first time rafe would be going without his family, and i didn’t think he planned on attending the pretentious event after the sudden death of his father. he was too busy for things like that now, and yet, he insisted we go together. i’d only been a couple of times before, both with the cameron family as a whole. “they’re honoring my father.” is what he told me when asked, and i was more puzzled by his answer than i was previously. his father was a murderer; what was there to honor? i didn’t say that though, just nodded my head and went along with it.
ward cameron was a touchy subject to speak on in kildare, especially around rafe. i’d been completely in the dark about his crimes–his death, until a few months ago, and the last thing i desired was to trigger rafe by asking the million questions that swarmed my brain every time i thought about it. the father-son duo had a strange and complicated relationship, but rafe loved him regardless and if he wishes to honor his abusive, murderous, self-serving father, then i wasn’t going to question it.
if i questioned him, i would be forced to question myself.
“i have something for you.”
rafe pulls away from the desk with a box in hand. it was a glossy black square, presumably containing a piece of jewelry. a pair of dangly earrings, or another necklace to add to my disgustingly large collection. my assumption is proven partially correct when he lifts the lid of the box to reveal its contents. what i was not expecting, however, was what he presented to me.
with a gasp, my eyes flash up to my boyfriend’s face before falling back to the velvet cushioned box in his hands. agape with shock, my jaw nailed itself to the floor at the sight before me, eyes wide and words stuck deep in my throat with the breath it needed to escape. “rafe…” my voice was quiet, nothing more than a whisper because if i let myself speak any louder i would not be able to contain myself.
“do you like it?” i could feel the wash of his cool, blue eyes on my face as he gauged my reaction. still stupefied, i remain silent and frozen rather than give him an answer.
in his hands was one of the most stunning things i’ve laid my eyes on in this lifetime. a silver headpiece molded by gifted hands to resemble a tiara of flowers, budding with freshwater pearls, blue topaz gems, and swarovski crystals that surround pearlescent, heart-shaped petals. the color matched rafe's irises almost perfectly. it sparkled beneath the sun shining in from the window, the beauty of it only amplified by the way it captured the light so effortlessly. “like,” was far too insignificant of a word to express how i felt.
stumbling out of my dazed state, i tear my eyes away from the box to meet rafe’s inquisitive eyes. “yes…yes–yes, i love it…” i managed to scrape together whatever words still lingered in the back of my mind to give him an answer. “oh my god, rafe…when did you get this? why did you get this? oh my god…”
a soft smile slowly creeps its way onto rafe’s face. the corners of his eyes crinkle with a genuine happiness that i hadn’t seen in weeks. he seemed to take more joy in this moment than i did, if that were possible.
“my, um…” he pauses for a moment, swallowing. “my dad bought this for my mom when they got married. i think she was gonna give it to sarah someday but…yeah.” a bump of uncomfortable silence. “you deserve it more than she does, anyway.”
“it’s gorgeous.” is what i say, choosing to ignore the comment about his younger sister to avoid an awkward conversation. “but why are you giving it to me?” my brows meet in the middle in a display of confusion.
rafe sets the box down on the desk behind before picking up the tiara with careful hands. he brushes his slender, calloused fingers over the bejeweled flowers with a gentle touch, the way he carries it as if he’s scared it’ll break if he breathes too hard. i watch him stare at the few tangible pieces of his mother that he owns with unreadable eyes before he blinks away his shadowed gaze.
he clears his throat of unspoken words to give way to fresh ones. “i want you to wear it to midsummers.” my eyebrows shoot up at the request but he doesn’t falter at my reaction. the pink of his tongue breaks free of his lips to moisten them before retreating. “it’s a family heirloom, and you’ve been more family to me than anyone else…and you’re gonna be mrs. cameron one day, right? officially, anyway.” it was less of a question and more of a statement, so i don’t respond. “my dad left everything to me; his company, tannyhill, his properties, his money, his…h-his legacy.”
rafe’s jaw tenses, eyelids squeezing shut as he blinks hard. his adam’s apple bobs with the inaudible gulp of him swallowing down whatever feeling he’s been overcome with and i reach a hand up to touch his face. the whole of my palm rests against his skin as i brush the pad of my thumb over his cheek. a stray tear soaks my thumb with the pain of a troubled boy that aches for a stable life and someone that cares for him.
it’s hard to hate him. even when i know i should.
all he ever wanted was to make his father proud, to have a father that was proud of him and appreciated his efforts. instead he got a boot to the ass and an angry man that could hardly fix his mouth to do anything more than berate his son. ward was always nice to me, like a second father. he was more of a father to me than to his own son, and it made me sick.
being raised like that does something to a child. it’s not his fault he acts the way he does–not completely. maybe if ward never raised a hand to him, rafe would never act on his urge to do the same to me. if his father gave him attention for good things, maybe rafe wouldn’t have acted out to get attention for the bad things. maybe rafe wouldn’t have turned to drugs to lessen the agony that is going through life with a family that believes you’re useless.
he’s hurt, and hurt people, hurt people.
that’s what i tell myself–what i have to remind myself of. when he’s too rough, when he’s too loud, when he’s too mean. when i come home littered in little bruises from being grabbed too hard, or slammed into things that were in the way of his anger. it’s the only way i can stay without feeling insane; and even that doesn’t work sometimes.
i was raised by two parents that worked hard and told me to work harder. a mom and a dad that praised me and loved me and kissed my skinned knees better when i fell. rafe had ward, who would push him to the edge, watch him fall over and over, and then blame him for the brokenness left behind. my parents taught me love and empathy, while rafe hardly knew what that was. we live how we learn, and rafe learned what it is to be cruel.
rafe sought after his father’s approval until the day he died. he tried his hardest to be just like him, and in a way, he is. they share the same cool, blue eyes that stare so deeply into one’s soul that it makes you itch. he carries himself with the same confidence that ward did; knowing that they owned whatever place they walked into, that they were at the top of the food chain. everyone admired them, even if it was for different reasons. they share the same passion and persistence, the same charming smile that left you feeling just a little…unsettled if you stared too long.
both of them harbor the ability to destroy anything and anyone if they so please–even themselves.
even with ward gone, it’s like he still haunts the island. his son carrying on his business served as a reminder that the powerful remain powerful, even six feet under. rafe made it his mission to carry on his father’s name–his legacy. rafe wouldn’t stop seeking ward’s approval even in death, and it made me ache for him.
“i want everyone to know that the camerons are still here.” rafe breaks his silence with a drowned voice. “that we aren’t going anywhere…we might be fucked up,” he laughs dryly at his own dark humor and i struggle to raise the corners of my lips. “but this is still our shit, you know? just ‘cause my dad is gone doesn’t mean anything. we built this shit, laia. my family made this island what it is, and i’m not gonna let anybody forget that..”
his gaze pulls away from the floor where they had fallen to meet mine. his eyes were wet but no tears fell.
“my dad loved you, you know? probably more than me.” i chuckle lightly at his words even though it pains me to do so. “before he…before he left he told me something. he said you were the only one worthy of his last name. that you were more accepting of me than he ever was, and stronger than he could ever be. he said i was a mess he created and you were an angel to try to fix it. he sounded like a damn shakespeare book or something…”
my pained smile becomes soft for just a moment.
reaching forward, rafe gently places the tiara atop my head. though it is not heavy physically, the pressure of knowing who owned it previously was a weight upon my shoulders. i was petrified in place out of fear that it would tumble to the ground if i moved too harshly. “didn’t know ward was so poetic.” the words were a breeze that passed through my lips, loud enough for rafe to hear but breathy from the nerves coursing through my veins.
“he was right,” i lift my gaze from the ground to meet his curiously. “you are the only one worthy. it’s just us now, baby.” rafe’s warm hands rest against the sides of my head, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks as he scans my appearance. he meets my gaze again and floods the deepest parts of my eyes with two endless pools of carolina blue. “i’m the boss now. me. a-and you’re with me, alright? this is ours now and everyone is gonna see that.”
i nod my head at him and reach up to encircle his wrists gingerly, fingers tracing along the skin stretched over the top of hands. he leans in close, his forehead meeting mine in a sweet embrace.
all of this was the last thing i wanted, but i couldn’t tell him that, not when he just poured his heart out to me. not with his mother’s wedding tiara crushing my skull beneath its pressure. he wanted us to be the new ward and rose, not rafe and laia. meanwhile, that was the last thing on my list of desires. i didn’t want to stay on this island forever and run around playing whatever figurehead rafe created wanted me to be. there was a reason i left for university the first chance i got.
what rafe doesn’t understand is that while he has everything, i have nothing.
he has money and a company left in his name. his name means something to people. it has power, status. mine doesn’t. i was just a girl from the cut on a scholarship. to everyone here, i’m just rafe’s girl. whatever he had planned for ‘us’ would only further that notion. i’d blink and end up becoming a pretty face stuck to his side with no other purpose than catering to his need for absolute control.
none of this is mine. not tannyhill, not his dad’s empire, not kildare. the only thing i have is me, and sometimes i even doubt that. we’d been together so long that i was practically his now, too. it was so…demeaning, living a life where everyone only sees you as belonging to someone and not as your own person with aspirations and wants.
when ward was alive, he made it very clear that he wanted his son to marry me. normally kooks would never want a pouge anywhere near their child, no matter how nice they are. but ward grew up in the cut just like me. he worked his way to top and he saw how i worked to do the same. i think he saw the positives of himself in me, and that’s part of the reason he pushed so hard for it. he believed i was good for him, money or no money. however, i’m sure it was mostly because i was the only one willing to put up with rafe’s shit for as long as i did.
finding out that it was all but his dying wish for rafe to marry me only made everything more complicated.
rafe would never let me have the freedom that i took for myself last year. it would be a threat to everything he had planned for the future if he let me slip away again. he’d lose his mind knowing that he failed his father once more, even in death, by not anchoring me down with their last name for the rest of my life.
rafe gifting me his mother’s wedding tiara for a midsummers ball held in his father’s honor was a bright, red, flashing warning for what was to come. he never talks about her–-i don’t even know the woman’s name–, but he’s giving me something of such great value to his family that it couldn’t be any clearer to me that something was happening.
and it terrified me.
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Warnings: mentions of war, anxiety, vomiting, blood and dead animal
In books there's no mention of Tamlin being able to winnow, but for the sake of story, let's pretend he can
Part III | Part V
You woke up with a jolt, unable to take a breath. Something was pushing you from behind into sturdy, but warm object, crushing you. You squirmed and scratched until the thing under you stiffed and moved. It was alive. The grasp on back of your head and waist loosened a bit and you sat up gasping for air. As soon as you calmed down, you looked back to see what held you. Your eyes widened as you recognized the person next to you.
Tamlin was still asleep, lying on top of the blanket on your bed. He looked tired and torn, his cloths were dirty with bloody stains, his golden hair all dishevelled. He didn't have a single scratch on his skin, though he seemed to be trapped in another nightmare. He was moaning, gritting his teeth and frowning. His head was tossing from side to side, fingers clenched into fists.
"Please.. no.. don't le-.." he murmured under the breath.
"Tamlin," you shook his shoulder. "It's just a bad dream. You are.. safe."
High Lord woke up panting. Swallowing hard he looked around, seemingly trying to remember where he was. His green eyes stopped on you. Confusion and pain on his face was replaced by relief.
"You are awake," he breathed out.
"So you are. How did this happen?" you gestured between him and your bed.
"Ah, this.. Don't worry. Nothing happened. You passed out and as it looks I fell asleep while taking care of you. When was the last time you ate?" smirking he slowly sat up, his face just an inch from yours. You tried to put some distance between you and him, but everything went dark for a second. His big hands caught you, grounding you. "Slowly."
"I'm fine now. Thank you."
Tamlin shook his head. "When was the last time you ate?" he repeated his question.
"I don't know," you admitted, shrugging. "Is the war over? Who won?"
"We did, but I already told you yesterday. Don't you remember?" he tilted head in rather an animal way.
You blinked confused. "Really? I-I don't remember any of that.."
"Hmm," he watched you with concern. "It's interesting. When I came in I thought cottage is empty. I couldn't sense you at all. Then you suddenly appeared in the shadows and when I told you we won, you passed out. Don't you really remember it?"
You frowned and shook you head.
"Well, never mind," Tamlin sighed. "Let's find you some food."
"I'm afraid I don't have any at the moment. I.. couldn't go out.. I-I was worried.." you blushed turning your gaze away from him.
A wicked grin appeared on Tamlin's face. "I thought you are angry at me and meanwhile," one brow raised up, "you worried for my wellbeing. I'm flattered."
You blushed even harder. Since when did you have such kind of feelings? You didn't recognize yourself. "I could feel it.. The magic of this world was..wild..roaring."
"Yeah, it was quite a tough fight," Tamlin was once again serious. "War is a horrible thing. Many lives were lost. Too many. Things you see on a battlefield.. It's hard to erase it from one's mind.."
You could feel the enormous weight burdening his shoulders. Suddenly you felt really sorry for him. He was just a young male and yet.. he had a great responsibility. Many lives depended on him. He had to rule entire Court and fae who lived there. He was protecting this land for so many years and then human woman came and things started to fall apart.
"I'm going to get us something to eat," Tamlin stood up, heading to door. "You stay here and try to rest. I'll return soon."
He stopped, hand on a handle. "Uhm.. can you handle a meat? I know you said you don't remember if you've ever eaten it, but.. unlike you I'm afraid I'm not able to collect mushrooms and herbs. I'd most likely poison us."
You giggled. "I'll give it a try," you agreed grateful for anything he could bring. Tamlin's cheeks turned pink. Nodding he left.
Barely twenty minutes passed when you heard Tamlin returning back. His steps were heavier than before. Curious you carefully went downstairs using walls for support. Seeing an animal slung over his shoulder, you yelped.
"You shouldn't stand up," Tamlin said calmly as if he wasn't carrying big deer.
"Are you going to," you swallowed, "cut it open here?" If you had anything in your stomach, you would throw it out right there on the spot. You felt faint and needed to sit down. When Tamlin took a note of your state, he let the deer fall to the ground and rushed to you.
"Easy, vicious witch," he smirked helping you sit to your armchair. The smell of the dead animal stuck on his clothes and you gagged.
"I'm sorry," breathing deeply you tried to work off the nausea.
"No, I am sorry. It should have occurred to me you might feel sick when you see this," he pulled away, fanning you with hand. "It was really bad idea." Thinking about something he narrowed the shining green eyes on you. "I could.." he said hesitantly, "clean it and roast it at my house." You nodded weakly with closed eyes. "But I don't want to leave you alone for so long in this state."
"Don't worry. I'll be fine. Just leave me here," you groaned, the desire to be as far from the dead animal's body and its smell as possible growing with every second.
He studied your face for a while. "Come with me," he said firmly. You wanted to object, but he continued before you could even open mouth. "You can rest in other room or take a walk around if you will feel up to it. I would be less worried. And meal won't unnecessarily cool down."
His gaze was too piercing and you had to look away. The very same feeling you had when you tried to go to check on him in his manor returned. Leaving this forest even for hour or two made you nervous. Whole your body was against it. You started sweating.
"I'll winnow us. No need to be afraid," Tamlin assured you. "Come." He pulled your hand lightly.
"I.."
"If you are afraid I will do something to you, no need to. If I would really want to, I already had a plenty opportunities, don't you think," he grinned and winked. Under all the playfulness there were traces of something dark, cold and painful. He was trying to suppress it, but you noticed it nonetheless.
Maybe it was for that pain that you agreed at last. Uneasiness was crushing you from inside and you had to repeat to yourself that it would be just for few hours and you would return back home.
Tamlin winnowed you as he said. When you dared to open your eyes a little, you found yourself in a room with big windows. It was impressive just as expected from High Lord's manor, but signs of neglect were visible all around. Every surface was covered in dirt and dust, some pieces of furniture were broken. Tamlin blushed looking around.
"I'm sorry for this," he gestured around. "This used to be the nicest room, but certain things happened and.. all servants left.. The state of my house is.. quite horrible at the moment."
Your eyes wandered around the room while he spoke, taking in beautiful details. You turned to him only when Tamlin stopped talking, waiting for your reaction.
"It is still very nice house. And bright," you smiled nervously. "It's so huge."
"For one person, it's too much," sadness filled his eyes. "If you want, you can look around or find some place to rest. Just.. stay nearby, please.. You know.. just in case you pass out again.." he added nervously as if his request needed an extra explanation. You heard that High Lord basically imprisoned his fiancée in the manor after their return from under the mountain and she broke down. That's when somebody from Night Court came to rescue her and she left him for the first time.
"I'm going to take care of the..meal," his voice snapped you out from your thoughts.
"Okay, I won't go far then," you promised and sent him reassuring smile. You watched your High Lord until he disappeared behind the doors on the opposite side, leaving it wide open. Was he really such bad person? He was gloomy, sad and broken, but down under it all, he seemed to be caring and gentle in his own way. You had mixed feelings.
You were weak and felt sick, so you decided to sit on chair near the window overlooking the garden. At least the anxiety of leaving the forest wasn't so bad right now. Resting you head against the frame of the window, you let your thoughts wander.
The peaceful moment didn't last long. Air changed and something felt off. Wondering what's going on you trailed in the direction Tamlin had disappeared in. It didn't take you long to find kitchen, the faint smell of dead animal guiding you. You were about opening the door when you sensed some stranger on the other side. His magic filled air with smell of dark chilly night, so strong it made a shiver ran down your spine. Whoever it was, he was powerful, more powerful than your High Lord. No matter how scary it was, it felt familiar in a certain way. You halted, trying to remember where did you met with such powers, but there was nothing.
You shook your head concentrating on a small gap in the ajar door. Peeking through it you could see Tamlin standing behind the table across the room, his hands dirty from the animal's blood. He was cutting - no, tearing it to pieces, obliviously ignoring the stranger standing on the other side whose back was turned to you.
"I just came to check on you," the stranger purred, even his voice was like silky night.
"Why would you bother?" Tamlin grunted, his eyes trained on the meat he was peeling off the skin.
"You saved my life which I'm really grateful for. Feyre said you even wished her a happiness. We used to be friends, Tam."
"Right, we used to. The past tense," Tamlin snarled.
Stranger stayed silent for a while, ignoring his words and looking around. "This house turned into a great mess. You should do something about that."
"Your mate made sure nobody stayed here," your High Lord snapped. Now it gave sense. The other male was Night Court's High Lord, the one Tamlin's fiancée ran to.
You could see Tamlin's discomfort, his shoulders tensed, jaw tightening. It worried you. You felt hate towards the male who came to tease him, to kick him while he was at the bottom. You were debating if you should go in and support him or stay hidden when Night Court's Lord spoke again.
"Are you really alone?"
Tamlin's gaze shot to the door you were hidden behind, flash of panic in his eyes. It took just mere second, but you noticed. He was afraid the other male could find you here. It was like a signal to stay where you were. "Yes," he rasped.
"Hmm," other male hummed amused. "Maybe I should send somebody to make you a company."
"Shove it up your ass, Rhysand! I don't want your sleuthhound to sniff around," Tamlin barked, his claws punched out.
So called Rhysand raised his hands in surrender. "It was just a friendly offer. You don't have enough men to guard the borderline. I can help you out with it."
"I. Don't. Need. You." Tamlin growled.
"Okay, I've got it. But if you change your mind or need help, let me know," Rhysand laughed and winnowed.
Tamlin stood there, his chest rising and falling as he heaved, sharp claws ready to tear the flesh into shreds. He was angry once again, pain all over his face. You hesitantly stepped out of your hideaway. His gaze shot to you, studying you from head to toe.
"How long were you eavesdropping on us?" His words were sharp like daggers.
"Long," you admitted calmly although your heart rate increased.
"So now you know.." he whispered, voice full of pain and looked down on his bloodied hands.
"That you are High Lord? I know it since I treated your wound."
His eyes shot up to you with surprise, searching your face for disgust, hate or any other emotion subjects of this court usually felt for him. He was taken aback when he found none of that.
"Will you leave like others did?" he asked in a small voice. "I.. won't stop you.."
"No," you answered simply. "I already told you I won't leave my home."
His lips pulled into a thin line. "Your cottage.. right.." he mumbled. He silently stood there staring absently at the table.
"So.. When will be the meal ready?" you changed topic, snapping him out of his thoughts.
Tamlin gave you a questioning look. "You don't mind eating with me?"
You huffed, raising a brow. "Have I ever given you such impression?" He searched your eyes and then returned back to portioning the deer.
"You know what I've done, don't you?" he asked while putting a piece of meat on the spit.
"I heard something."
"I see." You felt him watching you out of the corner of his eye.
You smiled. "Do you plan to lock me up in your manor?"
His head snapped up. "No," he hurried to answer. "I-"
"Easy," you stopped him. "I was just teasing you." You smiled wider. Slowly a shy smirk appeared on his face, his shoulders relaxed bit more.
A silence stretched between you. Tamlin was roasting the meat, while you were standing as far from the rest of the deer as possible, going through almost empty shelves. When his servants were leaving they took most of the useful things with them. In one of the cupboards you managed to find some plates and cutlery.
"Do you.. do you have a name?" Tamlin asked suddenly.
You hummed. "Probably, but I don't remember it," you said unexcited.
"So with your past you forgot also your name," he stated. You nodded. "Well then.. how should I call you?"
"I don't know. Does it matter?" you shrugged.
Tamlin stopped in the middle of reaching out to turn the meat, gaping at you. "Of course it matters. Everyone has name." He stepped closer, examining your face in disbelief. You gazed back at him. He was met with emptiness of your eyes. There was again no emotion, no sentiment nor desire. It was disturbing.
"If that's the case I will give you name," he decided lastly. He took his time, watching you, circling around you with thoughtful expression. "How about... No." He circled around you one more time. "I will call you.. Y/N. What do you think?"
"Well.. I guess it's..fine." It felt strange. You didn't want to, but nevertheless you cared. It was just a name, yet it changed you. You couldn't grasp what it had done to you, but it was big. You felt different.
"Fine?" He raised a brow. He watched you closely, lightly grinning at your reaction. "Your High Lord just gave you new name and you say 'fine'?" He really enjoyed teasing you. You shrugged.
Since then he made sure to call you by the name he gave you at every opportunity. It took some time, but at last you got used to it.
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Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader
Summary: Imagine waking up, and twenty-five men are trying to convince you that you're their soulmate. Of course, you don't believe in such a thing because it sounds silly from how they're explaining. Until you made a slip-up.
Note: This is another mini-fic for the Isekai'd!reader series while I update another fic. Just a reminder that any [character] x isekai'd!Reader mini-fic is part of my ongoing Isekai'd!reader series and is usually around 5k words or less. These mini-fics are made so each man in the harem gets their own screen time with the reader; sometimes, some men (or all) will make an appearance, but not all the time. Usually, mini-fics for my Isekai'd!reader series is for individual characters. This fic, in particular, has all of the Genshin men in the harem currently. This is a soulmate AU. I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).
Warnings: None that I know of
Word Count: 2.8k
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You shoot up from your bed, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You turn to look at the clock on your nightstand to see that it’s seven in the morning. It’s seven in the morning, and someone is already pounding their fists against the door to your humble abode. You kick your blanket off your body and run to the living room. You reach for the doorknob, unlock the door and open the door. A fist stops in front of your face, causing you to flinch.
You glare at the group of men standing before you, rubbing your twitching eyes with the back of your hand. “Can you please not pound your fist on my door at seven in the morning? It’s too early to be dealing with this kind of stuff,” you grumble.
The redheaded man clears his throat. “We apologize for disturbing your sleep, but we have a question to ask you,” he says.
You lean against the doorway and close your eyes. Archons, you’re so tired. “Alright, well, what do you want to ask me?” You question, pressing your head against the door. “And make it quick. I want to go back to sleep,” you say, narrowing your eyes at them.
“Do you, perhaps, feel this connection?” The ginger man asks, gesturing between you and him.
You stare at the ginger quizzically and raise an eyebrow at him. “A connection? What do you mean by that?” You muttered.
The man with the horns shoves the ginger man away from the door and steps forward, startling you awake. “He means do you feel a connection between you and me?” The horned man leans against the doorway before you, giving you a wide smile.
You take a step back and look at the horned man with wide eyes, peeking over his shoulders and seeing many more men standing behind him. You cross your arms over your chest and shrug your shoulders.
“Sorry, but I don’t know what you mean by that. Whatever this connection you’re feeling is probably something else.” You say, running your hands through your messy hair. “Now, if that’s all, I will be going back to bed—”
The tall blond man with red eyes steps forward, flailing his hands in front of him. “Wait, wait, wait, wait! Don’t go now!” The tall blond man pleads, shoving the horned man out of the way.
Seeing the look on your face, the gray-haired man glares at the tall blond male and pulls him back by the shoulders. “Be careful. You’re scaring them, Kaveh. You wouldn’t want to scare them off, now. Do you?” The gray-haired man asks, glaring at Kaveh.
“Al Haitham’s right. The way you acted could’ve scared them off! Be careful of how you react and respond to them,” the dark-haired man with giant furry ears said.
While the men are quietly bickering with each other, you stand at the doorway in your pajamas, trying not to fall asleep while standing. You look at the clock on the wall with bleary eyes, feeling the bags under your eyes get bigger the longer you stand at the doorway. You reach for the door handle, ready to close the door, but someone places their hand on the door and pushes it open further. You release the doorknob and let your hands fall to your side, staring at the man with the eyepatch.
“Don’t mind these men. As you can see, they hardly slept,” the man with the eyepatch chuckles.
You stare at the gorgeous man in front of you. His beautiful tan skin, his gorgeous blue eyes, and his hair look soft under the sunlight. You look away, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. How much longer are they going to keep you standing at your front door? You want to go to sleep. It’s too early for human interaction, let alone interacting with attractive men.
You speak up, “Can all of you just tell me what you’ve been trying to say? I’m beginning, please, just spit it out!”
Another blond man steps up, giving you a gentle smile. “Do you believe in soulmates?” asks the blond-haired man with green eyes.
“Soulmates?” You ask, tilting your head to the side while gazing at him with confusion.
The shorter blond-haired man nods eagerly. “Yes! A soulmate! You may not believe this, but you’re our soulmate! Isn’t that crazy? You’re connected to all of us!” He says almost too enthusiastically.
The men stare at you, waiting for a response. Before any man could blink, you slammed the door in their faces. After you slam the door in the men’s faces, you hear a loud growl of anger and a loud thump not long after. You jump and press your hand against your chest, feeling your heart racing in your chest.
“Open the door right now! Do you know how rude it is to slam doors in people’s faces?! Did your parents not teach you manners?!” An angry voice hisses before another thump accompanies it.
You hear someone nervously speak up. “Scaramouche, please don’t kick their door. I don’t think they’ll appreciate it.”
You snort. “I don’t think you should be the one to speak about parents teaching manners given the fact you’re the one that’s kicking people’s doors unprovoked,” you say, pressing your back against the door.
“He’s also motherless.” Someone deadpans.
You snicker behind your hand and close your eyes. “Sorry, boys, but I’m sure you got the wrong person. I’m not your soulmate! Quite frankly, I think the concept of soulmates is only in fairy tales,” you say nonchalantly. “Plus, how does one person have more than one soulmate? I don’t think that’s possible, but since we’re in Teyvat and there are Archons and elemental beings that roam the earth with humans, I guess it’s a possibility.”
You’re met with silence. You press your ears against the door, trying to hear if they are still standing outside on your porch. So far, you didn’t hear anything other than birds chirping. You smile triumphantly and back away from the front door. You turn around to return to your bedroom to go back to sleep but are met with twenty-five intruders. You let out a shriek and press yourself against the door.
“Ouch! Easy! Some of us have sensitive ears!” You hear someone groan.
You grab the nearest object and point at the men with your umbrella. “How did you all get inside of my house without making any noise?!” You screech.
The tall, dark-haired man points at the back door. “You didn’t lock your back door. I understand you live in an area where there aren’t many people around, but it’s dangerous to keep the back doors unlocked,” says the dark-haired man, shaking his head with disapproval.
Without thinking, you grab your shoes and any object you can get your hands on and begin chucking them at the men before you. The dark-haired man sighs and extends both his arms out, and forms a shield around everyone he’s with. The objects you’re throwing at the men bounce off the shield and land on the ground around you.
“It’s not nice to throw things at people,” the tall, blond man with blue eyes said, crossing his arms over his chest while giving you a small glare.
You let out a humorless laugh. “And it’s not nice to walk into people’s houses uninvited, but here we are!” You say, throwing your hands in the air. “Since you all don’t want to leave me alone, you might as well start introducing yourselves to me.”
The shield turns off, and a shoe comes flying, hitting the man with dark hair. He groans and presses his hand on the area where the shoe has hit him. The men all collectively look in your direction. You hide your next weapon behind your back with an innocent smile while gesturing for them to go to the living room and sit.
“Like what Dainsleif said, it’s not nice to throw things at people. Zhongli, I’ll check up on that injury later,” the green-haired man says, shaking his head.
You made a face. “Well, can you blame me? Many of you broke into my house,” you grumble.
“Ah, ah, ah! We didn’t break into your house! We simply walked through the back door because it was opened!” The short male with braids said, sticking his tongue at you playfully.
“But really, you should lock your doors. Anyone can walk through the door if they want to,” the light blue-haired male says, crossing his arms over his chest.
The men crowd in your living room, muttering about who’s going to sit where while you stand, waiting for them to get situated. Once everyone has settled down, they begin to introduce themselves to you. Of course, you already recognize most of their faces because most of them are known public figures of their respective regions.
“Okay, so you’re all claiming that I’m your soulmate, which is odd because I didn’t think one person could have that many soulmates. It almost feels unfair,” you murmur, stroking your chin.
Kazuha nods his head. “That we all agree with you on. It was hard to accept that we all share the same soulmate, but if that’s what the universe wants, then it’s meant to be,” Kazuha says, shrugging his shoulders.
“None of you have explained to me what this connection feels like because, so far, I’m not feeling anything, and I’m pretty sure you’re all mistaking me for someone else!” You say.
Pierro scoffs. “If it was a mistake, then it wouldn’t have led us here, now, would it?” Pierro asks, raising his eyebrows at you.
You pursed your lips. “Then maybe all of you took the wrong direction? I don’t know!” You throw your hands in the air with a frustrated huff of breath.
Albedo gestures for you to sit down. You grab a chair nearby and sit, crossing your legs and leaning back in your seat. The whole soulmate thing sounds like a load of sumpter beast crap. It’s not like you didn’t believe it…. Actually, you take that back. You don’t believe in this soulmate concept. It’s nice, yes, but is it real? For hopeless romantics, yes.
“The connection Itto was talking about is this strange tugging sensation in our chest. When we’re far from you, the tugging is strong. It almost hurts.” Albedo says.
“Did you experience anything similar to that in any way?” Heizou asks, looking at you curiously.
You shake your head. “Not that I know of. Listen, I have a bad memory. I’m pretty sure I didn’t feel anything like that before. If I did, I probably went to a doctor to get it checked out. Speaking of doctors, I think you all should go see a doctor to get that checked out!” You say, clapping your hand.
The men stare at you blankly, some with amusement. You sigh and slump in your seat. How in the world are you going to convince them that you’re not their soulmate? They’re all handsome men! It’s not like they’ll have a hard time finding someone that will date them. You clear your throat and begin bouncing your leg. They said they felt a tugging in their chest and that it would hurt, right?
“Are you guys feeling that ‘tugging’ in your chest right now? This is hard to believe. Not gonna lie. It’s something I’ve never experienced before, so I can’t make a judgment or give an opinion on it.” You chew on your bottom lip, looking everywhere in the room, refusing to make eye contact with any of them.
“As of now, we don’t feel it,” Pantalone replies, leaning in his seat.
You perked up at Pantalone’s comment. “Oh! So you speak for everyone else, Mister Pantalone?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at him.
Dottore snickers and nudges Pantalone. “Yeah, Pantalone. Do you speak on everyone’s behalf?” Dottore asks, smirking at the black-haired Harbinger.
“We would only feel it if we were far from you. Because we’re here with you right now, we don’t feel it. It’s only if we’re far,” Capitano comments.
You nod, looking at the ground. You don’t know what else to say, really. You’ve told them you’re not their soulmate, and yet they’re so persistent in letting you know that you’re their soulmate. How are you even their soulmate? You lack the “symptoms” of being far from your so-called soulmates.
“What do we have to do to convince you that we’re your soulmates and that you’re ours?” Cyno demands, getting up suddenly.
You bury your face in your hands. “There’s nothing you can do to convince me, Cyno. If I don’t feel it, then I don’t feel it! Don’t get me wrong, you’re all handsome men, and I wouldn’t mind dating any of you if it weren’t for this soulmate situation,” you reply.
“You’re making us sound like we’re insane,” Kaveh accuses you, pointing his finger at you with a pout.
“Let’s be real. The way you all showed up to my door at seven in the morning, claiming you’re all my soulmates and you all feel this painful tug in your chests if you’re too far from me, is what makes you all look insane. Not me.” You state, holding your hands up in front of you.
Aether turns to look at the other men quizzically. “Okay, so we’re all here with [Y/N], and we don’t feel any pain in our chests. But [Y/N] doesn’t feel it…. Could it be because they’re here with us?” Aether scratches his head.
“That sounds like a cardiac arrest. Like I said earlier, go see a doctor about that.” You interject.
You get up from your seat and walk to the kitchen to prepare coffee for today. It’s still early in the morning, you didn’t get to sleep in like you hoped you would, and now you need coffee to keep yourself awake, or else you’d crash. You want to believe them. You really do! But it all sounds ridiculous to you.
“Are you sure you haven’t felt anything off about yourself lately? I mean, we all dealt with it. How are you not feeling it?” Childe asks, getting up to follow after you.
“Because soulmates aren’t real! If it were, I would be feeling whatever you all felt, correct?” You turn to look at Childe.
Childe nearly bumps into you and clears his throat, running his fingers through his hair. You look away from Childe and continue to walk to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee. Itto claps his hands and skips to you.
“How about we find a way to trigger that feeling?!” Itto suggests, giving you a big smile.
“And how are you going to do that? Leave my house and let me sleep in?” You snort, grabbing a cup and preparing your coffee. “I’m sure all of you are experiencing a heart attack or a panic attack. Either way, it has nothing to do with me.”
“Oh, it has everything to do with you! It’s all you, you little abyss mage!” Kaveh says, springing up from his seat and walking to the kitchen to give you an earful.
Al Haitham sighs and rubs his temples, shaking his head. “Why are you trying to start something with [Y/N]?” Al Haitham mutters, rolling his eyes.
You stare at Kaveh with your mouth agape as he approaches you. Kaveh is breathtaking; you’re going to be honest there. But why did he call you an abyss mage? You huff and turn away from Kaveh, continuing to make your coffee.
“How dare you call your soulmate an abyss mage.” You grumble, opening the pack of sugar while grumbling under your breath.
Silence fills the room, and you soon realize the mistake you made. Your eyes widen, and you turn around slowly. The men all stand up and keep their gaze locked on your frozen form. Fuck. How could you be so wreckless and let that slip out? Now they’re going to pester you about it!
“Care to repeat that?” Zhongli asks, raising his eyebrows at you.
You scoff and try to play it off. “I mean, you all called me your soulmate. It has nothing to do with me being your soulmate or feeling whatever you all felt when you were far from me.” You wave your hand around and propped your hands on your hips.
“Then what’s that?” Diluc asks, pointing at your hand.
You slowly looked down at your hand to see faint strings wrapped around your pink. You follow where the strings lead, only to see every man hold their hands up. Each man has one string wrapped around their pinky, the very same string that is wrapped around your pinky. All of their strings are connected to your pinky. All twenty-five of them.
“Well, shit.”
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It's Never Over
!Professor Gojo x fem Reader x best friend Itadori
modern law school au - TW. teacher x student, future dark content and nsfw
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Dividers by @firefly-graphics
When you imagined having your first kiss, you hadn’t imagined having it happen like this; being dared to ask a random, sleeping stranger if you could kiss them. But that’s what's happening right now.
Some would say that it’s sad to be twenty-four and not yet having your first kiss. Others would congratulate you for saving it for someone special. You don’t know how you feel. The truth is you weren’t saving it for someone special, you just never had the opportunity to kiss someone.
That’s why when your best friend dared you to just kiss some random man on the beach, you agreed.
Slowly you approached the sleeping man. Thinking about how you would wake him, would you just tap him? Upon getting closer you started noticing how handsome he was. His hair was snow white, and his face was very defined. He wore glasses that covered his eyes, and although he was wearing a shirt you could tell he was very lean, and very fit.
When you were about a foot away from the man, you turned and looked at your friend. The pink-haired boy you called your best friend quietly cheered you on by giving you a thumbs up and mouthing “you got this!” You gulped down your fear and finally tapped the man’s shoulder several times.
“Sir?” you whispered, secretly hoping he wouldn’t wake up. He woke up.
He rubbed his eyes from under his glasses before realizing you were standing there. “Hello? Do you need-”
“Can I kiss you?” You cut him off quickly, just to get it over with. You want him to say no, to call you weird. At the same time you want him to say yes and kiss you so you can finally say you’ve had your first kiss.
It’s silent. But, your mind is racing. Your mind is anything but silent and you want to turn and run back to Yuji. You should’ve never agreed to do this. After a few more moments of silence he finally speaks. “You want to kiss me?”
“Well I- my friend actually-”
It was his turn to cut you off now. “Your friend wants to kiss me?”
If you weren’t already so embarrassed you probably would’ve laughed at that. “No no, my friend uh- he told me to kiss you.”
The male’s face lifted at that, intrigued. “He did,” he slowly started to get up, and you realized how tall he is. “..did he?”
Now that he was towering over you, you had to look up to see him, making you feel even smaller than you had already felt. If you weren’t already flushed, you certainly were now. “Well.. I was dared.”
He looked around for a minute, looking for Yuji, you assume. “That guy? Pink hair?”
You nod your head.
“You like him, don’t you?”
Could this get any more embarrassing? “Of course not!” well not anymore “I think this was a mistake, sorry for waking you sir.”
You start turning to walk away and get a glimpse of Yuji, he’s closely watching and gives you a disappointed look when you face him. Suddenly the man grabs your wrist and pulls you back in. You open your mouth to protest but he kisses you.
One hand still on your wrist, his other goes to cup your cheek. The kiss is hungry, like he’s starved. You don’t know what to do. Eventually you start moving your mouth to match his open mouth kisses. The hand that was on your wrist slowly starts moving up your arm to cup your other cheek. His tongue starts to go inside your mouth and attacks yours. You let out a small groan and he bites your bottom lip.
Suddenly remembering that Yuji was watching, you remove yourself from the man. Your breathing was heavy and you wiped your lips. You manage to whisper out a little thanks before running back to Yuji without waiting for the white haired man to respond. You weren’t surprised by the look on Yuji’s face. Pure shock.
“You actually did it.”
You don’t know what’s more embarrassing. Asking a stranger if you can kiss them or having your best friend, and ex-crush watch.
“Yeah.. I think we should leave.” you turned back one last time to see the guy you just made out with but he was gone. How could he leave so quickly?
“Yeah good call, classes start tomorrow so we shouldn’t be out so late. I’ll walk you to your dorm?”
You couldn’t sleep. How could you? As if starting your first day of law school wasn’t already consuming your mind, the kiss from the beach was also simultaneously consuming your mind.
Currently it’s seven in the morning and your roommate is still sleeping. You met her on move-in day. Her name was Nobara and she had gorgeous ginger hair. She was very confident and outgoing, but also soft and kind. The kind of girl you could tell your whole life story to.
You decided that since you aren’t going to get any sleep you might as well start getting ready. Today you only had two classes and you want to look approachable. Especially since you only have two friends. As expected, you had very prominent eye bags so you made sure to pack on lots of makeup.
Your first class, legal education, starts at nine. Luckily you had that class with your pink-haired best friend. Unluckily, you told him that you’d meet him for breakfast and it’s already eight. You didn’t even realize an hour went by just doing your hair and makeup.
You quickly threw on an outfit and texted Itadori to meet you in the cafeteria. He texted back saying he was already there. You sighed before running, or speed walking, to the cafeteria. As expected, it was pretty packed. It wasn’t too hard to spot your friend who was sitting at a table with people you weren’t familiar with. You made your way to the table and took an empty seat across from Itadori.
“Hey! Took you long enough, I saved you something.” he said while revealing a blueberry muffin.
You graciously took it after thanking him. As you enjoyed the muffin, Itadori introduced you to the people he met. To his left was a dark haired girl named Maki and to her left was a dark haired boy named Megumi. To Itadori’s right was a white-haired boy named Inumaki. You noted how quiet the two guys were compared to Itadori and Maki.
Suddenly Itadori stood up, “Shoot, it’s almost nine. We need to go.”
You nodded and said your goodbyes before practically sprinting to find your class. Unfortunately you two were late.
The classroom* was pretty small. Instead of desks there were four half-circle tables. All the seats had been taken besides one in the front, and one in the middle. You really didn’t want to take the one in the front, but Yuji was so nice to save you a muffin you volunteered to take it. Although the two of you had been about five minutes late, the professor had still yet to arrive. After a while everyone started whispering, wondering when the professor would show up.
Then the door opened and everyone went silent. “Sorry I’m late students.”
That voice.
White hair, tall and lean build, he was even wearing the same glasses. It couldn’t be, could it? Your thoughts were going a million miles a second. You turned to look at Yuji but he was already looking at you. It was him. The man from the beach.
When you turned back around he was looking at you. He definitely knew who you were.
He cleared his throat before addressing the class. “My name is Satoru Gojo but you will call me Professor Gojo, or just Professor.” Then he walked up to the whiteboard and wrote The Law is Reason Free from Passion. “Does anyone know who spoke those words?”
Of course you knew. It was Aristotle. Everyone knew this.
“Nobody?” he asked, looking around the classroom before his eyes landed on you. “What about you, miss?”
God, why me? You thought.
“It was Aristotle, sir.” you spoke.
He smirked. “It’s Professor.”
“Sorry, Professor.” you felt like you were on fire. You’re not sure how much more embarrassment you could go through.
After what felt like eternity he spoke again “Are you sure it’s Aristotle?”
Of course you were.
“One hundred percent, Professor.”
He went quiet, and started approaching you. You were suddenly very thankful for the table. “Would you stake your life on that?”
“Yes, Professor.”
He smiled, not in a kind way. Like he was challenging you. “What about his life?” and he pointed towards Yuji.
Now you’re starting to doubt yourself. You knew if you said yes nothing would actually happen, but it just didn’t sit right in your stomach. You looked back towards Yuji and he gave you an affirming nod.
“I think so, Professor.”
His smile only grew. “You think? I recommend knowing before speaking.”
Shame is the closest word to describe what you feel.
Gojo finally started walking back to the front of the class, the look on his face showing nothing but pride and content. “Well, you’d be right about Aristotle. Congrats on your life and the boy’s.”
It wasn’t hard to decide that you hated your professor.
*what I imagined the classroom to look like
beginning is loosely based off Ingrid Ochoa's "The Kiss Bet" on Webtoon
also classroom scene is inspired by a scene from Legally Blonde!
not proofread so feel free to comment on any mistakes or feedback!
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Verdant Transmigration (Spring/Fertility God) [M/M]
Featured Characters: Male human and a male nature god.
Description: Marion, a cleric of one of his town's four resident nature deities, undergoes a ritual to become the next Vessel for Ta'lir who, among many things, is a god of fertility. A merging with Ta'lir requires a more physical element than a purely spiritual one.
Contains: Masked Nonhuman, Size Difference, Aphrodisiacs, Sex Magic, Fellatio, Hand Jobs, Self Lubrication, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Excessive Cum, Mild Cardiophilia.
Completion Date: March 23rd, 2024
Word Count: 3485
This isn't the next requested piece but it was the one I was getting ready to submit to this year's Spring issue of M❤️NSTER. I wound up not making the deadline but I like it too much to wait a year to share it, so I finished it up and here it is!
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Marion walked into the ritual chamber under the gazes of many, his nude body catching the flickering firelight. He knelt on the floor of the temple as one of the other priests began to lay out a circle in sacred earth around him. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, drawing in the spicy yet floral smell of the incense. Drums beat softly on all sides and the sound of low flutes seemed to tickle the nape of his neck.
He wasn’t nervous, as those around him expected him to be; he had spent the last three days since the previous Vessel’s death in deep meditation to prepare for being the next. Adola was a magnificent woman, a constant through all of Marion’s twenty-five years. A solemn presence with a gentle, motherly hand. Her grace had inspired him to devote his life to the god she carried within her—whom he would carry in her stead.
His city enjoyed the watchful eye of four nature gods, corresponding to the seasons and each with their unique divine favors to bestow. Some blessings and miracles, others that brought simple comforts through the unavoidable trials and pains of life. Whatever their will, it was channeled through a human host; a Vessel that embodied all they were and served the people. But a mortal body is a mortal body, releasing both spirits in death.
With Adola’s passing, Ta’lir—a god of Spring—had returned to the Ethereal Grove where he fell into dormancy, awaiting rebirth into the mortal realm. The Transmigration ritual for each god involved a performance to inspire a merging of their spirit and that of the willing Vessel. There was the exuberant dance for Summer, a melancholy yet ultimately hopeful song for Autumn, and a grueling test of endurance through cold for Winter.
Ta’lir, among other things, represented fertility. Pleasures of the flesh were a common mode of worshipping him. As a priest of Ta’lir’s temple, Marion had partaken many times; alone, with one or two other clerics, and in the grand orgies. He was more than prepared for what was required of him in the ritual ahead. A spiritual and physical union with Ta’lir.
Marion felt a presence step in front of him. There was a rustle of fabric and the sound of bare feet padding against stone. He opened his eyes to see the High Priestess smiling warmly down at him, her face framed by long, brown hair. She held an ornate cup carved from wood in her hand which she leaned down to hand to him.
“Euphoric passage to the Grove,” she said in blessing as Marion took the cup.
He brought it to his lips, familiar with its contents. The cooled, maroon-coloured tea was brewed from a dried mix containing amiculus clover petals; a powerful aphrodisiac despite its mild, unremarkable flavour. Its influence on the body was enough to carry over even in the spirit through astral projection. Euphoric indeed.
Marion gave the empty cup back to the High Priestess. Another cleric, short in stature, took it from her and replaced it with a shallow bowl of dark paint. She knelt and began to mark him with the shapes and lines that would be branded into his skin once he merged with Ta’lir, denoting him as his Vessel.
The tea quickly took effect. Heat swirled in Marion’s stomach before migrating lower as a pleasantly tingling pulse. His cock throbbed, gradually filling without a single touch until it stood erect. Need washed over him but he would not be stroking himself or seeking partners in the crowd around him. For once, that wasn’t a part of things; his body and ecstasy were promised solely to Ta’lir that day.
Marion breathed, his cock full and heavy. The High Priestess’ touch was warm and soft, her captivating bluish-grey eyes frequently holding his as she worked. He shivered at the memories of times he had the honor of worshipping with her. A hitched gasp left him, hips jolting slightly, as she finished the final line—a single, agonizingly slow stroke up the underside of his shaft.
She left him panting in the center of the circle, stepping back to join the other clerics who began to chant. The sacred earth gradually gained a bright green glow. Fractal patterns drew themselves into existence and spread inwards from it. As they reached Marion, the lines painted on him erupted with the same light. He was struck by the extraordinary pleasure of it.
His entire body felt alight and sensitive. Nobody was touching him, but the very air seemed to caress and tease. The chanting grew louder, the glow around him flaring as the ripples of invisible sensation intensified. It was like a fire; wild, blazing, hungry. Nipping, licking and leaving trails of desperation across every inch of him.
He fell back and only just managed to catch and hold himself up on his shaking arms, legs spreading open of their own accord. The flutes faded out but the drums beat harder, the sound of them pounding through him. Somehow in perfect time with every throb of his leaking cock.
Marion tilted his head back, face angled at the ceiling bathed in that green light. Splayed out like this—wantonly moaning and achingly erect—he couldn’t help but feel like a beast crying out for another of its kind to mate. With that thought, the words came to him, spilling from his lips as if someone else had seized his voice.
“Take me, Ta’lir,” he implored to his dormant god. “Oh, Lord of my flesh. My erotic master. Take me!”
His vision became an all-consuming white. Images flooded his mind but did not linger on a single one for long. Wet, dripping holes swallowing his shaft. Slick cocks rubbing against his own. Tangles of hot, sweaty bodies thrusting and grinding. Groping hands. Eager mouths. On top of the drums and chanting came a rising, desperate cacophony of disembodied moans.
Just as Marion felt it all coming to a head, like he might just cum, a hand was placed on the center of his chest. It gave a hefty push and everything stopped.
The surging, full-body pleasure was whisked away in a second. Though his cock still strained and he could feel the effects of the tea coursing through him. Silence settled around him like a fog, broken only by his heaving breaths.
Marion was outside; he could feel a cool breeze on his naked form. There was birdsong and the whisper of leaves. The smell of earth, flowers, and petrichor filled his senses. He only realized then that the white light was gone, leaving darkness. His eyes were closed. Feeling slightly foolish, he opened them and awe took his breath.
The Grove was laid out in all its glory before him.
He was kneeling on a stone circle, carved with the same patterns that had sprung up in light back in the temple. Four tall, mossy pillars rose around him, made into the shape of rabbits standing on their hind legs, noses pointed skyward. Beyond that was a rich, verdant sprawl; long grasses, full bushes, and a dense wood that ringed the clearing he was in.
Directly ahead was a short staircase which led to a colossal tree. Marion gazed at its thick trunk and spotted a carved-out portion in the middle which contained a floating, glowing green mass. Lower still, sitting on a throne that melded into the tree, was the unmoving form of Ta’lir.
Marion stood, not expecting the strength in his legs given what he had just gone through, and walked towards him. He had seen all of the sculptures, scrolls, and murals depicting Ta’lir’s likeness, but nothing could have prepared him for the radiance of the genuine article.
Even sitting, the god was tall. Whatever visage he had, if any, was completely obscured by a wooden mask of a hare’s head that bore three eyes. There was a thick, lush mantle of vegetation growing from his shoulders that flared behind his head, speckled through with flowering clover. The torso and arms of the body looked carved from wood, though sleek. Marion could see the intricacies of it. There were joints that would allow Ta’lir to move with the ease of flesh and bone.
The chest was a hollow like the one he had seen in the tree, though the hole was grated over with thin, uneven, wooden lines that intersected and split here and there. The result was a myriad of varying-sized, ovular holes. There were no innards to speak of; sunlight peaked through them to show the solid plane of the other side.
The wood of the upper half faded into the more flesh-like appearance of the lower, though green and mossy. Marion swallowed when his eyes travelled there and he laid eyes on it. Though dormant, Ta’lir was sporting a large, impressive erection. His thick shaft, with its enticing slight upward curve, stood proudly. Waiting. Propelled by piety and arousal that had far from relented, Marion wasted no time in kneeling between his god’s legs.
His hands lighted on Ta’lir’s thighs. The cock before him was almost intimidating, but reverence won out. He mouthed at the hanging, virile balls before working his way upwards. The taste was an ambrosia on his watering, roaming tongue. He licked the sensitive underside of the head, bringing his hand up to the shaft as he did. The sheer girth of it showed itself as his fingers couldn’t close around it.
Marion closed his lips over the round tip, stroking all he could. As he did, he felt a sudden throb against his palm. It came with a sound; a deep, heavy heartbeat sounding above him. He looked up to see the mass in the tree beginning to pulse just as a bright green glow came to the eyes of Ta’lir’s mask.
The large body drew in a breath—into what lungs, Marion didn’t know—and released it with a low, appreciative groan. Ta’lir shifted, his head rolling on his shoulders before tilting down. Marion’s heart pounded as their eyes met, but he didn’t dare stop; he couldn’t bear the thought of taking his mouth or hands off Ta’lir.
A chuckle, cavernous and gratified, resounded in his mind rather than outward.
“Hello, dear one,” Ta’lir said, his voice thrumming through Marion’s entire being. It was reminiscent of the feeling he experienced during the ritual, though far less sourceless. “And have my thanks for—mmhn—for restoring me.”
Marion responded by taking Ta’lir further into his mouth, bobbing his head and pumping his hand over hot, turgid flesh. The god moaned and it went straight to Marion’s dick, spurring such an intense throb that his eyes briefly rolled. He could cum like this. Just from sucking Ta’lir’s cock. Just from the divine presence of his voice. He upped his pace, yearning to please and dizzy from the pleasure of every noise his efforts worked out.
“I know you,” Ta’lir said. “This eagerness…this lust. Oh, sweet Marion.”
With a wet sound, Marion pulled off of Ta’lir, his hand never stilling as his chest warmed in admiration.
“My reputation precedes me, Lord?” he asked breathlessly, eyelids flickering from the simple action of Ta’lir brushing a tender finger behind his ear—what it was going to feel like getting fucked by this being in this state was beyond his comprehension.
“Come here,” Ta’lir said, tapping his thigh. “Let me see you.”
Marion obeyed, climbing up into his god’s lap and straddling him. His cock raged, weeping onto Ta’lir; a simple but effective tribute. He was panting, well aware of his hole’s proximity to what every part of his insides ached for. Three glowing eyes gazed upon him. Though no emotion could be discerned from them, he could sense the radiating fondness.
“Such a handsome figure,” Ta’lir marveled, fingertips lightly trailing over his Vessel’s sides. The smile in his tone was felt. “And this…”
His hand went to Marion’s dick, taking it between his massive forefinger and thumb. He began to stroke. Slow pass up. Pause. Slow pass down. The pattern repeated as he remained fixated on Marion’s face, drinking in his moans.
“My previous Vessel was a woman without this,” Ta’lir said. “I did love the change of pace, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss burying myself.”
Marion gasped; unable to speak, shaking from his god’s touch and the waves of his voice.
“You must get a lot of attention,” Ta’lir continued, stroking a little faster. “Such a big, gorgeous cock. This heat…and you throb so strongly. I can’t wait for it to be mine. Oh…we’ll do great things together.”
Marion felt his other hand reach to caress the small of his back, gliding down over the mounds of his ass. A long, dexterous finger breached him with surprising ease; was it his imagination or was he wet? His spirit’s burning desire to take Ta’lir into him in more ways than one must have manifested such things. That one, brief coherent thought melted away as he was deeply penetrated, a second finger swiftly joining the first.
They pumped rapidly, striking true against that near-blindingly sensitive spot inside him. His body jolted, back locking into a rigid, trembling arch as his breath halted. He was lightheaded by the time he was able to suck in air again through in quick, whimpering heaves. With a loud wail, he partially collapsed against Ta’lir, his fingers curling onto the inconsistent lattice that was his chest.
“T-Ta-Ta’lir! I can’t, I can’t—ahh!” Marion cried. “I’ll c-cum. I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum! I’m—!”
“Not until I do,” Ta’lir corrected, almost sing-song. “By what other power did you think we become one? I’ve been asleep for days…allow me some amusement.”
Marion’s head swum, time becoming an unknown blur. He wasn’t sure how long he experienced Ta’lir fucking him on his fingers, but every second was exquisite. If one was keen to equate the word to denial, that is; and he was.
“You’re amazing, Marion,” Ta’lir praised. “Sucking me in so well. If this is how you take my fingers, then—.”
“Please, Lord,” Marion begged, forgetting himself at a mere insinuation. “I…I need it—.”
“Not yet, my dear,” Ta’lir said, probing faster into the wet, yielding passage. “Not yet.”
True to Ta’lir’s promise, release didn’t come. Marion remained tottering on its edge. He bounced unconsciously, meeting the thrusts of those thick, relentless fingers. His cock felt engorged, hugged by his balls as his body was trapped in those euphoric seconds before orgasm. The roiling pressure, the fever overtaking his shaft, feeling the rivers he was leaking. He had never known such ecstasy; the Grove’s influence was a marvel.
Marion felt no exhaustion when Ta’lir finally removed his fingers. There was only exhilaration and hunger. He shifted his hips, moving until his ass found Ta’lir’s dick. Meeting the glowing eyes once more, he nudged it insistently. His hole was dripping. Twitching. Wanting.
There was that chuckle again. “How rude of me. Please, take a seat.”
“Thank you, Lord…thank you.”
Marion lined himself up and lowered down. His body shouldn’t have been able to take it entirely. Couldn’t have been able to. But it did, opening up as if driven by pure devotion. Every broad inch claimed him slowly until Ta’lir bottomed out.
“Oh…oh, you’re perfect,” Ta’lir praised.
The joy of such a connection with his god was overwhelming and Marion nearly cried. He sat there in hopelessly aroused disbelief, stuffed full and feeling every pulse that throbbed alongside that constant heartbeat. It grew faster as he began to grind.
He kept it slow; now that Ta’lir was inside him, he found himself wanting to savour it. Shallow thrusts were achieved as he lifted up slightly and slid back down. Even that pace felt like being stirred up, the sheer size of Ta’lir’s cock stretching him past his usual limits. His sweltering walls caressed and squeezed—mostly of his own doing, but involuntary clenches were inevitable.
“Yes,” Ta’lir breathed, a visible shiver running through his large frame. “Dance for me.”
His hands came up to cup Marion’s undulating torso, settling over his ribs as the thumbs found his nipples. The wide pads rolled and teased. Marion arched into the touch, expelling a breath that was equal parts a moan and a laugh; it tickled for a moment before settling on pleasure.
It wasn’t long before Ta’lir took control again. Effortlessly, he began to lift Marion up and down his cock. He would get him halfway up the shaft before dropping him to the hilt, that mysterious slick leaking out around him. His head tilted back against the throne as he groaned long and deep.
“Take me…take me.”
Marion’s breath hitched at hearing his own words echoed at him. “I’m yours.”
Ta’lir growled, a sound juxtaposed with the serene herbivore his mask depicted. It was more arousing than it had any right to be. He gripped Marion’s hips and began to pound up into him, grunting with each thrust. His cock seemed impossibly harder; thicker, swelling in its confines.
Marion’s mouth was open, stunned silence occasionally broken by moans cracking his voice to a higher register. He swallowed up that monstrous shaft as if he had been made as its sheath. Like he would be hollow without it. But Ta’lir would fill his empty spaces. Until death parted their spirits.
“I’m yours, I’m yours—ahhh, I’m yours!” he chanted.
He felt himself moving. Ta’lir was standing, hands supporting Marion’s ass as his cock stilled firmly inside. He turned them so he could kneel backwards on his throne and press Marion into its back. His thrusting resumed, faster than his previous position had allowed. A quick clap of meeting flesh filled the Grove.
Marion clutched at Ta’lir. The scent of earth and something more akin to a mammalian musk flooded his nose. The latter grew stronger the more Ta’lir thrust, close to overwhelming the rest and laced with intoxicating pheromones. Marion could practically taste it and drool began to gather in his mouth. He moaned, his hole becoming a desperate vice against the burning beast of a shaft plunging into him.
Gone were Ta’lir’s words, replaced by growls and other feral noises of pleasure as he slammed. Those once-gentle hands gripped, digging deeply into the meat of Marion’s ass. His precum was abundant and incessant in its flow, adding to the lewd squelch of every thrust. It had to be running down his balls, making a mess and dripping onto his throne.
The ever-present heartbeat above their writhing forms raced. Marion was vaguely aware of the glow of that pulsing mass reaching for them in vein-like streaks down the tree’s trunk. Their markings ignited and he felt the first tell-tale throbs making their way through his cock, matching the pace of that pulse. He was close. They were close.
“Cum with me,” Ta’lir said, his voice rough. “Cum…with…!”
He suddenly stilled deep inside and warmth surged into Marion a split second before his own orgasm gripped him. He wailed, explosive ecstasy rushing into every extremity as he excessively came. It seemed endless, spurting from him as his hole milked a similar, copious stream from Ta’lir.
There was a flood; dripping down his sides, flowing into him. Pump after pump. Two voices, loudly moaning, were beginning to be drowned out by the furious thumping of the tree’s pulse.
Marion’s vision whited and—.
He was back in the temple, kneeling in that circle. His abdomen and thighs were covered in splatters of his own cum. It didn’t cease upon his return, pleasure working through him and making his hips buck as his cock continued to burst. His hole twitched uncontrollably; he could still feel the heat of Ta’lir’s seed and the stretch of his girth. The room was silent save for his own unrestrained moans as his divine orgasm was given proper reverence.
A faintness washed over Marion as the magic tied to the ritual abated. He collapsed and was descended upon by some of the other clerics. They welcomed him back—a greeting for him and their god. He was vaguely aware of being wrapped in multi-coloured, flower-embroidered cloth and carried to the baths. Gentle hands cleaned him with steaming, pleasant-smelling water as he continued to shiver.
Through heavy eyes, he inspected what he could see of himself. The painted marks had permanently bonded to his skin in swirling lines of brilliant emerald green. But otherwise, he felt no different and a distant pang of concern came to him.
Did it work? Had he been enough?
The High Priestess was carding her fingers through his hair when a familiar voice came to him, clear in his mind; murmurs of praise and contagious excitement for a promising future.
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For once, I was actually feeling writerly, so I did a little time loop fic tonight about the run to the beam at the end of ME3:
The mortar struck the tank, flipped it, and in one single motion smeared Kaidan and Garrus into paste.
Shock took Shepard first, and the bullet took her second.
* * *
This time, Shepard threw her arm out and kept Kaidan from running ahead. So the bullet got him instead.
* * *
She had figured out far more complex problems than this, many times over. Failing twice was annoying. A blemish on her record, even if nobody else would ever know. So Shepard took half a beat before charging down the London rubble once again, used it to draw her own heavy weapon, and simply blasted the tank out of the way.
Garrus spared a moment none of them had to toss her a confused glance. Her answering smirk had just reached peak smugness when the airborne reaper unit, alerted by the explosion, sighted and fired, briefly illuminating each of their three outlines in its plasma beam before they atomized.
* * *
Her squad balked at running down the right side of the field when the center was clearly optimal. But they’d followed her to hell, and there was no time to argue.
Kaidan didn’t say I told you so when the banshee lifted him by his hair to her fetid mouth. He was too preoccupied with screaming, suddenly cut off.
* * *
Think, Shepard. She stared across the battlefield. Twenty seconds, then a minute, then five—an eternity in these conditions. The profligate waste didn’t concern her. Clearly, she’d have as many attempts as necessary to get this right.
(You hope, whispered a poisonous thought. You assume. You need.)
Beyond the beam that led to the Citadel, Harbinger crouched.
“I need to go further back,” she said aloud, abrupt, just before the reaper’s cherry red beam shot out through the dark with unerring precision.
* * *
“I’m sorry,” Hackett told her, on the med evac shuttle more than a day after she left Garrus and Liara dead under the tank. “The Crucible firing disabled most of the fleet, but stopped short of outright destroying it. Cerberus put too much reaper technology into the Normandy’s redesign. We found no survivors.”
* * *
“I’m sorry,” Shepard said, as Kaidan broke their goodbye kiss, eyes wide. A hypodermic needle was small but still noticeable when it pricked the delicate skin of the neck. “I need you to live.”
Her arms caught him as he folded up, gentle. Forgive me.
A bombed-out building had few good or secure hiding spots the size of an adult human male. Someone found him and brought him back to the Normandy. To the impromptu field hospital. To the personal care of an inexperienced and self-trained civilian medic whose misdiagnosis led to organ failure.
After the fourth attempt, Shepard abandoned the approach in exasperation.
* * *
Her squad charged down the left side. Killing a brute wasn’t unprecedented at this point in the war, but doing so with barely twenty feet of maneuvering room proved impossible. She should know. She tried ten times.
* * *
Shepard sat down at the top of hill, wrapping her arms around her knees and staring down the beam with real anger.
“Shouldn’t we charge?” Kaidan asked.
“You’d think so,” she grumbled.
* * *
The tank flipped.
The tank flipped.
The tank flipped.
The tank flipped—
* * *
Once, she went to the hill alone and screamed with every last ounce of frustration in her body. “What do you want from me?!”
Harbinger did not deign to reply. It did not even deign to slap her aside itself. Instead, it left her to be overrun, eventually, by various husks.
* * *
It merited further consideration, however: What did Harbinger (or the universe, or fate, or or or) want from her?
Her eyes narrowed over the London apocalypse. The galaxy can burn. There is no version of this mission where I let Kaidan die.
* * *
I won’t, she said, as a marauder broke through his armor.
I won’t, she said, while Kaidan flew thirty feet into the air and hit the ground with terrible finality.
I won’t, she said, as the tank flipped over him.
* * *
Kaidan found her in starboard observation, Earth growing ever larger in the port. Her hand pushed against the glass as if she could, by force, prevent it coming any closer.
She knew his footsteps. She knew the way the air stirred around his shape, the faint rustle of his clothes and the even fainter whiff of soap. Every line, tick, and habit.
Her shoulders hunched.
He asked her what was wrong, because he knew her, too, every mood and every flinch.
So Shepard did something she’d never done before, in any iteration: she told him.
It took a bit of time, and then they were both quiet for a long while. Kaidan held her curled in his arms. His breath in her hair. Her fingers digging into his forearm.
“I need you to do something for me,” he said, at last, sounding as tired as she felt.
Shepard knew Kaidan. Her grip tightens another fraction. “Don’t you dare say it.”
Quietly, inexorably, gently. “You need to let me go.”
The only answer she could bear was to shake her head, her throat stopped up.
* * *
Shepard never made that mistake again. But yet.
He kissed her in London, his hand lingering, cupped around her cheek. You need to let me go.
His gloved hand scooped up hers, just for a few paces, a stolen moment on a quiet street between packs of roaming reaper forces on their way to the beam, an ounce of warmth amid terror and despair. You need to let me go.
His breath woofed out, relief and new tension all at once, as they crested the hill and stared down at the frighteningly open terrain teeming with endless enemies, glowing with gunfire, the last stand, the last fight. You need to let me go.
* * *
She sat beside the tank a long while. Kaidan, his meat, was somewhere under it. In point of fact, this was the longest she’d ever lasted, any time she’d paused during the run to the beam. Nothing cared about her. Not here in the shadow of a ruined vehicle, no gun drawn, no fight left in the lines of her body. They all saw instinctively that she was no true threat.
There wasn’t a name for this sort of grief. How could anyone grieve a person who was dead thirty or forty or a hundred times over? He’d been dead the first time the mortar struck the tank and he was still dead now and there was absolutely nothing, nothing, to be done about it.
After a time, other reapers landed, legions of them making mountains on the horizon with their long, raised thoraxes. Systemically, they scoured London clean in a shower of particle beams and sonorous booms.
Shepard fell asleep not long after dawn and died without knowing it.
* * *
Kaidan tore his gaze away from the beam when he felt the pressure of Shepard looking at him. He cocked his head. “What are you doing?”
She took him in. Not long, not nearly long enough, but she took what she could get of him, always. Almost too quiet to hear, she sighed out, “Letting go.”
His brow creased. Then Garrus yelled, as the first of the enemy took notice of them, and they were flying down the field, Shepard chasing Kaidan chasing Garrus.
The mortar arced downward.
The tank flipped up into the air.
Shepard ran. The bullet whizzed past her shoulder, where she stood not a fraction of a second earlier.
The airborne reaper, passing overhead, took note of the human, and fired a plasma beam. The angle was not optimal. Even perfect machines bow to physics.
The beam flashed by her at near light-speed, hot enough to scorch her cheek.
It met the tank in the midair.
The tank glowed, and then exploded, knocking Kaidan and Garrus to the ground under a hot shrapnel rain.
The stab in her chest never lost its edge, no matter how many dozens of times he died. But her step didn’t falter. Her arms pumped, her legs flying, moving so fast, in fact, that the tears leaking out of her eyes flowed back into her hair—
Until, as she flashed by the tank’s remains, something new:
Kaidan sat up.
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