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cerine0357 · 2 months

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another fic!! basically with zane, daisuke, jianziao, ceseline, emilianna, reo, rikurou, wexing, scarlette, izana and anastasia, where its just headcanons but the reader goes “can you hold this for me?” and it’s literally just their hand and that they just want the characters to hold them </3

— @macrylys

oc: Elentia Acurion:-

Zane, Daisuke, Jianziao, Ceseline, Emilianna, Reo, Rikurou, Wexing, Scarlette, Izana and Anastasia X Reader

◒ Summary: You ask them to hold something, but give them your hand, how do they react??

◒ Fluff|| Headcanons and scenario|| no warnings...?|| normal versions of OC

◒ Author's note: Hey Ely! How have you been, sorry for the late reply, I hope this reached your expectations!!

Vocabulary & Context:

→ Ceri, liexi, Mosin, Mo'nyu, Mien, Lunia, Posen: nicknames given to lovers are different given by people to their lover/ spouse, for the nicknames are mostly inside jokes or abbreviation for separate names or memories, thus there is no one particular nickname for lovers.

→ (for Scarlette's scenario) In Lingdesu, they have a single washroom for both men AND women, as they have ingrained it in people's head since childhood heads to respect people, have manners, no means no and more. SA cases in LingDesu make up only 1% of all the crimes committed.

Your love~

the hustle bustle of the school finishing is one thing, and you knew the afternoon was wonderful for anyone even if they had stay-back, detention or got to go home early, "...Hey, sweetheart, mind holding this for me?"

Zane Xieren

"..Yeah, what is it, sweetheart?" he asked holding out his hand as with the other hand cleans the inside of his bass drum with happiness. Of-course he wasn't staring so you gently placed yours in his, making him freeze softly.

"Hm?" he hummed before taking your hand and placing it against his lips, "...Is your hand heavy?" he asked softly, with his voice cracking softly, "...Maybe..." you mumble with a smile..

"..Alright, sweetheart. Tell me if you're ready to let go, but I don't think it's fit for you to carry heavy things..." he spoke softly in his deep voice, as he kissed your knuckles again. as you both used the other hands to clean whatever instruments given to you by the teacher to clean.

Daisuke Himura

"Yeah, Ceri?" he asked softly, he asked using the old nickname for the sweet dish, Ceronix, which you loved so much you once ate too much and ended up vomiting.. he teased for a few days in the beginning, before you learned to like that stupid nickname...

you huffed with a smile before placing your hand in his own and placing yourself on the bench beside him, as he only tightened his hand around yours and continued to pack his bag with the other hand.

Finally done and placing his bag on the desk and laying his head on your lap dramatically as he continued to hold your hand, "...I'm dying....good night and may we meet again." he spoke with a smile on his face.

"..Okay..." you said opening your phone and scrolling through it, rolling your eyes at Daisuke's laziness while Daisuke only kissed your thighs occasionally as he held your hands...as Izana sighed at you two in disgust, "..disgusting kids.." he mumbled as he pet Severus's hair who was sleeping on his lap...

Mo JianZiao

Silently, he stuck out his hand as he continued to poke the straw into the lid of the soda aggressively before shaking it vigorously, obviously he wasn't paying attention to what you wanted him to hold. Smiling, you placed your hand into his, when you did so, he whipped his head in your direction ad stared at your hands for a bit...

Why he getting shy?...You may never know because he's so cocky and confident most of the time...but now? As he softly wraps his hand around yours and leans his head against your shoulder?

"..Liexi.." he mumbled softly...you'd never believe this was Jianziao...but you do and that's the beauty of his kindness and softness...you kiss his lips softly, flavoured by the soda which leave a soft, faded sweetness in the kiss which seems to make him buzz with delight...

Ceseline Lynea

"..Hm, yeah, go ahead Mosin!" she says smiling in the bathroom mirror as she removed paint from her dress from the annual concert exhibition practice. Softly you placed your hands in hers, she froze and looked at your hands before smiling and wrapping hers around yours and kissing your knuckles

She went back to remove stains only using one of her hands and you started feeling bad, but when you tried to pull away.When you did try to pull away, she refused to let go,

"NO!...It's a bit too heavy, no? Let me carry it, I'll be fine, my mom won't mind some paint"

she spoke as she turned off the taps and walked out, seemingly all the hallways were empty by now as students started to head back...

you both went back to class hand-in-hand, as she seemingly refused to let go as you both walked out, occasionally placing kisses on your hands...

Emilianna Mylena

"..one sec." she said as she struggled to reach up the top of the blackboard to clean it before sighing and extending a hand to you as she again stood on her tip-toes to clean the top of the blackboard where the most amount of mess was created..

you put yours in hers as she looked back at you and yours hands with a smile and wrapped it tightly in hers, "..Missed you Mo'unyu..." she whispered kissing your lips softly before kissing your knuckles and palm before she continued to struggle to wipe the blackboard.

You sighed before pulling the teacher's seat and pushing it towards her, Emillianna sighed as she removed her shoes and quickly stepped on the stool and wiped the board quickly as you held your hand straight up high as she wiped the board. Finally done, she put the duster in the cupboard and pulled you with her to get your bags.

Right before she touched her bag though, she seemed reluctant to let go of you, but she did, she quickly packed her bag before clinged herself to your hands all while you smiled and loved her more... "..Let's get boba after this!! while I take care of this heavy thing for you, yeah?"

Reo Takahashi

"..Yes, go ahead sweetheart.." he mumbled as he extended his hand for you with a gorgeous smile. As he took your bag from your shoulder and carried it in his separate hand. you smiled and placed yours in his softly as he squeezed our hand gently in his.

You pulled out a coin from the tiny side-pocket of your bag and nodded towards the deserted road under the hot sun, "Let's go get some soda in the way...it's hot anyways..." you asked giggling at Reo who was already soaked, as he wiped his glasses a bit...

You pushed the coin before twisting the rounder to the drink you wanted as the drink dropped down. The clear can with the glittering soda inside as you pulled open the metal tab before you hand was again pulled into Reo's as he held out his can for you to open. But when you pulled, he refused to let go,

"No, you open it, mien..." he said refusing to let go of your hand. You sighed with a smile as you place your can on the side of the band on your bag before trying to open his can in which you succeeded after 8 tries. Sighing you took your can as you took a sip, the sun blazing down with Reo simply kissed your temple and took a sip both of you trying to cool yourself off on this hot LingDesu day..

Rikurou Takahashi

"Hm, not now..."Rikurou sighed as he continued to tap away on his phone with Serouf and Quinzel, Ceseline's elder twin siblings, by his side. The two seemed to have gone back to their stuff, packing their bags

you sighed as you pulled on a strand of his hair, "Ow, what the hell?" she asked confused as you glared at him, "I've been here for the past half hour cause you pulled me away from Hinaru, either you pay attention here or I'm going back to her." you say as he sheepishly nodded and shut his computer, taking your hand in his as he patted it awkwardly staring at you...

You glared back rolling your eyes, as you opened your book and got to reading as you zipped your bag and started to walk out, when you were pulled back into a tight hug, "Okay, okay! I'm sorry" you heard Rikurou say as you pulled away as he held your hand tightly, rolling your eyes you grinned,

"Miss me so soon?" you asked with a smirk as she rolled his eyes with a smile his hand softly embracing yours as you both walked out of class down to the sunny grounds,

"...Maybe..."

Choi Wexing

He was holding a box in his hand, "..Hm, uhm.." he says as he scrambled to do something, he quickly shoved your hand under his chin as he held the box back in two hands to relieve the heaviness of the box from his single hand.

"What?", "What?" you asked before he asked the same question back, your hand still held under his chin as he walked and you followed to simply make him realize what he had done, though you did feel bad for having him hold your hand while he had to carry the box, you both entered the art room as he placed the box on the teacher's desk.

Willowette thanked him, her eyes scanned on the contents of the box, "Thanks you Wexing de-" she says stopping as she stares at you both, his hands crossed as he still held your hand under his chin with you shaking your head to explain this wasn't what was meant to happen...

"....Why are you holding Y/N's hand under your chin?"

Scarlette Lerisian

"Go ahead Lunia~"

She extended a hand to you, blowing on the other one which had a fresh coat of red nail-polish, you softly placed yours in hers, trying to see her reaction which was to whip her head at your hands and smiled brightly, brighter than the sun, as she hugged you tightly, making sure the one with the wet nail-polish didn't touch or anything...

You giggled as she placed kisses on your cheeks, thank god you were in the washroom, as Drazoron stared at you both in disgust, "Gross."

"shut up." Scarlette replied as she placed another kiss making Drazoron heave as he started to walk out.

And he was whacked harshly on his head by a certain maroon heel belonging to your girlfriend....

Izana

"...Sure..." he says crossing his left arm to you, checking papers with his right one as she smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek and held his hand, his hand instinctively molding around yours.

"Aren't you some needy thing?~" he says smirking, making you roll your eyes.

"Whatever, you're lucky I'm gracing you with my touch!" you says grinning as you flicked your hair, it was now Izana's turn to roll his eyes and smile as she raised his hand in surrender,

"Yes, my god, I'm your cultist and I'm graced by your presence..." he says rolling his eyes as he pecked your lips and went back to checking his student's files.

Anastasia Cyreen

"Yeah, go ahead Posen!!" she says excitedly as she extended her hands to you with a bright, closed-eyed smile. You softly placed your hands across her soft palms, smiling softly, as she gasped and wrapped her hands tightly around your single one,

"Oh my god! We're holding hands!!" she says with a teasing smile as she poked your cheek with her pink-manicure set hand. You rolled your eyes and shook your heads slightly as she ranted about how much your hand is soft, how your hand looks cute and more and more...

Sighing you silenced her with a kiss, "Let's head home?" you ask as she kissed your again, softly,

"Yeah...My love..."

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navybrat817 · 7 months

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Within You

Pairing: Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky shows a different side of himself when you venture into a corn maze. Word Count: Over 3.2k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, DUBCON, unprotected vaginal sex, semi-public, breeding kink, spooky vibes, established relationship, possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Welcome to Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! Special thanks to @ghotifishreads who suggested soft!dark Bucky with a breeding kink and @tumblin-theworldaway for listening to me (s)cream about this. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @vonalyn , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was your first Autumn with Bucky. The two of you had been dating for less than a year, but you were completely enamored with him. Not only was he doting and smart, but he was a man who made your heart flutter in your chest whenever he looked your way. Even thinking about him sets your heart ablaze. He was the one for you.

“Come on,” you smiled as you took his hand and pulled him toward the pumpkin patch entrance.

The two of you took turns regarding date nights and outings. Today, you chose a pumpkin patch. You told him it wouldn’t feel like Fall if you didn’t go and listed off the fun things to do. There was a hayride, pumpkins and apples to pick, a corn maze, and much more. He obliged since he knew it would make you happy. He even gave you a small smile when you told him the website claimed that the maze was tricky, but you knew he’d find his way out easily.

You stopped and inhaled the cool air, the scent of warm apple cider drifting your way from the stand nearby. The temperature dropped just enough that you were comfortable in a sweater and the sun peeked out through the clouds to greet you. It wasn't overly crowded and it was the perfect weather. Even better because you had the perfect man by your side.

It was going to be a good day.

“Where should we start?” You asked, smiling when a small group of kids headed toward one of the tractors. “Hayride? Pick a pumpkin to carve later?”

“Where do you want to start?” Bucky replied, a small breeze blowing some of his dark brown hair back.

Your answer died in your throat as you gazed at him. His hair was the third thing you noticed about him, long enough that it almost touched his shoulders and soft to the touch. You loved running your fingers through it, whether it was to soothe him and pull it when he was between your thighs. The second thing you took notice of was the massive size of your now boyfriend. Over 6’4” with broad shoulders, a puffed out chest, and thighs made for riding, he intimated most while he excited you.

His cool blue eyes, of course, were the first thing. Gazing into them was like swimming in a private sea, ready to ride a gentle wave or get swept away in a storm depending on his mood. You could handle the entire range of emotions because you were his girl. It was that simple.

“You’re staring, doll,” he smiled, your cheeks warm at being caught. If any other guy called you "doll", it would've sounded silly. It was endearing coming from him.

“Well, I can't help it. You’re gorgeous,” you said.

“You are gorgeous,” he argued, the compliment sending more heat to your cheeks.

“You said that this morning,” you teased. The two of you moved in together recently and you had a hard time getting out of bed some days. Waking up beside him was like a dream, but it was your reality.

“And I'll say it again,” he smiled before a girl stopped in front of the two of you with a tray.

“Hi,” she greeted with an ear-to-ear smile. “Would either of you care for a sample of cider? We have warm and chilled.”

“Ooh,” you smiled, glancing between the cups. You loved apple cider. “I'll take warm, please.”

“Same. Thanks,” Bucky said, selecting cups for each of you. He blew on his before he drank it, a weird look crossing his face as he swallowed. “Is something on the bottom of my cup?”

“Nothing on mine,” you said, glancing at his cup once you tried your cider. “I think it's a sticker. Is it a cauldron?”

“Oh! You got the lucky, special sample!” the girl grinned as you and Bucky shared a confused look. She balanced the tray in one hand as she handed your boyfriend an orange coupon and took the empty cups from you. “Free cider for two. Enjoy!”

“Thanks,” Bucky said before she went to give samples to others.

“Lucky guy,” you smiled, raising an eyebrow as he slowly licked his lips. “You okay?”

He blinked and nodded. “Yeah. Was just warmer than I expected.”

“You didn't burn your tongue, did you?”

“No, but you should massage your tongue with mine anyway,” he half joked.

You smiled and nodded toward the maze. “Why don’t we check that out first?”

“So, you’d rather check out a maze instead of soothing your boyfriend's tongue?”

You giggled as you made your way to the start, grabbing a small sheet of paper. There were different sets of “animal tracks” to find throughout the maze. Anyone who found them all got a prize. “Why check out a maze when I can check you out?” You asked, unable to keep a straight face. “That was cheesy.”

“It wasn’t cheesy,” he said before his smile widened. “It was corny.”

“Oh, my god,” you laughed more. One thing about your boyfriend, he could always bring a smile to your face. “You think you’re so…”

A little boy ran out of the maze with a smile before he lost his footing and pitched forward, his sheet of paper floating to the ground as it flew from his hand. You rushed over to help when he began to cry, carefully helping the poor child sit up. “Ouch,” he sniffled.

“Hey. You okay?” you gently asked, making sure to keep your demeanor calm as you brushed some of the dirt away. You also grabbed his sheet before it could blow away. “Can you tell me where it hurts?”

He wiped his face and pointed to his knee once he rolled up his pant leg. “Right here.”

“Okay. Let’s take a look,” you nodded as Bucky joined you, crouching down on the other side of the boy. He looked worried, too. Minus the small scrape, he looked fine overall. “Poor little guy. Scrapes are no fun. But you know what? You’re a strong little boy.”

“I am?” he asked in a small voice.

“Yeah. Very strong,” Bucky agreed. "My girl wouldn't lie to you."

It was sweet how he spoke of you. “And you found all the animals, so you get a prize,” you smiled, showing him his paper where all of them were shaded. “You’re strong and smart,” you added, which brought a smile to his face, too.

“Timmy!” a woman shouted as she jogged out to the maze. “I told you not to run off. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” he replied, taking your hand so you could get him to his feet. “Hurts, but I’m strong and smart.”

Timmy’s mom bent down to inspect his knee herself before she gave you a relieved smile. “Thank you for helping him. How can I repay you?”

“That's not necessary. We're glad we could help,” you said, making sure he had his sheet. “You enjoy your prize and listen to your mom, okay?”

“Okay,” he nodded, waving as he went with his mom. “Thanks!”

“Cute little guy,” you smiled as Bucky slowly stood up. Your boyfriend had a few expressions that you were used to seeing, but you couldn’t read the current look he gave you. It was as if he was seeing you in a different light. “What?”

“Why haven't I knocked you up yet?"

You opened your mouth to say something, a feverish and unexpected heat moving through your body. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard what I said,” he said, his piercing gaze rooting you to the spot. “Just wondering why I haven't."

Though you knew Bucky was the man for you, the topic of kids hadn’t come up much. Partially because you hadn’t been together a year yet. Wouldn’t it be too soon to have a little one running around when you weren’t even engaged? Not that the two of you had to get married to have kids.

Maybe him seeing me comfort Timmy brought it to the front of his mind.

“I don’t know, Bucky. Why haven’t you knocked me up yet?” you teased. You almost shrank under his gaze a moment later when he didn’t laugh or crack a smile.

“Maybe I should. We can go home and get started right now,” he said. There was no hint of a joke in his tone. “This would be a fun place to bring our kids one day. Don't you think?"

“Why don’t we talk about it after the maze?”

He looked hurt for a split second and you almost assured you weren’t blowing him off. You wouldn't do that. It was merely a serious talk for another time. “Sure. After the maze,” he agreed, taking your hand as you made your way back over.

A chill ran down your spine when you walked through the entrance. It was strange. You weren’t afraid, especially since it wasn’t dark outside. So where did the unexpected chill come from?

“You okay?” Bucky asked, his voice a little rougher than usual as his grip tightened on your hand. Did he feel weird being in here, too? “I didn't freak you out, did I?”

“I'm fine and you didn't freak me out. You know you can tell me anything,” you replied, shaking it off the chill as the two of you began to walk through. The maze took up almost a third of the entire place, the stalks high enough that neither of you could see over them. “I think we should find the werewolf tracks first. Because they're one of your favorite animals.”

Before you could turn right down one of the paths, he brought his mouth close to your face. “That and I wouldn’t mind sinking my teeth in and leaving my mark on you.”

The breath rushed out of your lungs when you turned your head and caught the darkness in his eyes. His pupils were larger than normal as he stepped closer, almost backing you into the corn. “Is that right?”

“And you’ll let me,” he said, your heart racing as he leaned in. His kisses stole the breath from your lungs and your eyes slipped shut just before his lips touched yours. “Won’t you?”

“After we find the first set of tracks,” you whispered, pressing your hands to his chest so he’d back away.

He didn’t budge.

“Seriously, doll. Why haven’t I knocked you up yet?”

This again?

“I thought we were going to talk about that after we got out of here,” you reminded him, stepping to the side to go further down the path. “Where is this coming from anyway?”

“Been thinking about it for some time. I just haven’t said so,” he answered as he followed close behind. Was he afraid to say something before because it was too soon? That admitting it would scare you off? “Now that I'm talking about it, I can't stop.”

You were tempted to make a joke that there was something in his special cider sample making him talk. “You're serious about this?”

“You moved in with me. We love each other. I want a life with you. Of course, I'm serious.”

Glancing over your shoulder to find him watching you, you couldn’t help but smile. “I love you, too, Bucky,” you promised before you focused on the path again. You weren’t sure just how far the two of you had walked through. “But something like that is-”

You shrieked when Bucky spun you around by the shoulder, a wild look in his eyes before his mouth met yours in a persistent kiss. Compelling desire moved through you, but it didn’t matter how much you wanted him. The two of you were still in public. There were families around.

This wasn’t the time or place for this.

He broke the kiss before he shoved you almost painfully to your knees. He was never that forceful. “I’ll lose my mind if I’m not inside you.”

“Bucky, what the hell?!” you asked as he moved behind you and dropped to his knees, too. He yanked your pants and underwear down before you could stop him. Did you want to stop him? “We’re in a maze. What if someone catches us?”

He scoffed as he pushed you forward, forcing you to brace yourself with your hands. The cool breeze touched your exposed pussy, sending another chill down your spine. “You think I care if anyone catches us? I need you and they can’t stop me. They'll see that you're mine.”

The corn seemed to move in closer as you heard him unbuckle his belt, as if to give you some privacy. It had to be your mind playing tricks on you. “I'm already yours. Can you just slow down for a second?”

“I’m sorry, doll,” he swore, clamping a heavy hand over your mouth. “I’m tired of waiting.”

Bucky sheathed you in one hard thrust, your cry smothered by his hand. You admitted to him once that he was the largest you’d ever had, which he both loved and hated. While it made him feel good that your ex-boyfriends weren’t as big as him, could never stretch you the way he could, he hated thinking of anyone else being inside you. He liked to remind you that no one else ever would be. And because of his size, he usually took great care in prepping you.

His need must’ve clouded him, the burn from the stretch more intense than usual.

“I’m sorry, doll. I don't know what's come over me. I can’t help myself,” he apologized again as if he sensed your discomfort, your cunt gripping his cock like a vice as you breathed through your nose. “But it’s okay. I’ll make you feel good. Just take me.”

You whined as he nearly pulled out completely and shoved himself back in as deep as he could go. That was your only warning before he set a steady pace, your hands fisting the dirt and your ears ringing as blood surged through your veins. It wasn’t long before your wetness coated his cock, the burn fading to pleasure from the friction. He fucked you before, but it was nothing like this. Bucky was like a man possessed. No, not even a man. More like a wild animal rutting into you, claiming you.

Where anyone could stumble along and find you.

“So soft. So warm,” he groaned, leaving sloppy kisses along your neck. “So fucking good.”

You tried to push yourself higher on your hands and knees for better support, but the force of his thrusts surged you forward. Removing his hand from your mouth, he placed it on the back of your neck as your cheek hit the dirt. The hold gave him leverage to fuck you deeper with your ass in the air. The soil felt cool in contrast to the hot palm against your skin.

“Better keep quiet,” he warned you, even as the angle sparked ecstasy within you. All you could do was bite your lip to try and keep the sounds in as much as possible. “Or do you want someone to catch me breeding you?”

“What?” you gasped, unable to lift your head as a new sensation hit you.

“You heard me,” he growled, draping himself over your back and maintaining his harsh pace as he breathed against your ear. “Gonna breed you. Gonna fucking drown your womb with my seed. ‘Cause you’re mine. All. Fucking. Mine.”

The sweet doting boyfriend you were used to was nowhere to be found as his cock wrecked your cunt. Was there something unexplainable causing him to act this way or had he been holding back? You would question him later. For now, you could only go limp as he fucked you into the dirt with vigor. And it felt good. You couldn't deny it.

“Gonna be so full of me. Fuck, you’ll look so beautiful carrying my baby,” he grunted, barely able to make out his words his thrusts increased in speed and strength. The slap of skin on skin filled the air and you almost had to cover your mouth yourself to stop your mewls. “Your belly round. Your tits nice and full. Might keep you knocked up so you remember who you belong to.”

The image of Bucky with his hand on your belly filled your mind, sending jolts of unexpected pleasure down to your toes. “I can’t take it, Bucky,” you gasped, even as you felt the tug of your building climax ready to snap. “It’s too much.”

With a deceptively soft kiss to your neck, followed by a small nuzzle, Bucky let out a deep moan. “You can take it. You always do ‘cause you’re mine. My good girl,” he rambled on as you whined, the wet slide of your pussy squeezing him tighter as you got closer. “Need to pump you full. Need your cunt to milk every drop from me. You want it. I know it. Come.”

You couldn’t hold on any longer, your fingers curling in the dirt again as you came with a cry. You were overwhelmed by the pure bliss, shocked at just how powerful your orgasm was. He hadn’t teased your clit, yet you gushed around him like he had. The squelching sound blended in with your whimpers as he fucked you through it.

Maybe you liked the idea of him breeding you more than you realized.

“That’s it, doll,” he groaned as he chased his release. “Take it. Every. Fucking. Drop.”

Bucky's rhythm faltered as his cock pulsed, spilling inside you with a growl. He kept his hips flush against yours as he breathed raggedly against your neck, keeping your bodies joined together for as long as he could. He didn’t move until he began to soften, making a whimper spill from your lips when he pulled out of you. His fingers quickly replaced his cock to keep his spend from sliding out of you.

“You okay, doll?” he asked, his voice still a touch of gruff mixed with softness. “I didn’t mean to be so rough.”

“Mmm,” was the only response you could give him.

It was like a switch had gone off as he helped you up, keeping you from collapsing as he got your underwear and pants up. He wiped as much of the dirt away with his hands as he could, softness in his eyes once again. Minus his disheveled hair, he looked fine. Like he hadn't just fucked you in the corn maze.

You two were lucky you hadn't gotten caught.

He hugged you as close as he could while you tried to make sense of his behavior. Whatever raging beast was inside him was satisfied for the time being. But what came over him?

Large hands framed your face as you tried to get your shaking under control. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” you mumbled.

“I’ll draw us a bath when we get home, okay? Get you cleaned up and make sure you aren't too sore,” he offered with a tender kiss to your lips. “After I throw out your birth control pills. You won’t need those anymore.”

So, how are we feeling? What do we think? Love and thanks for reading! 🧡

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linked-maze · 1 month

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.:It's about Time:. part 1

A story behind how Navi and Time found each other! enjoy!

It was a cold hazy morning in the forest, after a whole night of rain. The small beam of light from the morning sun was shining through the leaves, warming up the air that was fresh and with an earthy smell. A tiny blue fairy emerged from a hole in a great redwood tree. Butt in the air, she yawned and stretched her whole fuzzy body, shaking the sleepiness out of her and flapping her wings awake. She raised her snout to sniff the air and letting out a sigh of relief. After months of winter, spring was finally settling in, and Navi couldn’t be happier about that. The forest was alive with all her favorite snacks, spiders, grasshoppers, and more! So, no time to spare! She set out to search the environment for some breakfast.

Navi flew through the cold air, the sun hitting her from above. The floor of the deep forest was filled with big old stones with beautiful carvings all over the place with moss and ferns covering the ground completely. A river close by, water flowing steadily. Navi took a glance for any danger in the area, but all seemed fine. She decided to start her hunt here. Flying down to land on some of the wet stones, almost slipping but caught her balance. She skipped along from stone to stone, stopping a bit to sip some water from a nearby plant that was dripping from the rain. Then, in the distance before her, she saw a delicious grasshopper! Navi ducked down quickly, and without making a sound she sneaked up to the prey behind the ferns, slowly approaching, ready to pounce any second now. However, suddenly a disturbance from the distance echoed throughout the deep forest. The grasshopper hopped away in fright. Navi attempted to go for the kill, but it was too late. It got away. “Tch…” Navi sighed in disappointment. She flew up to one of the tree branches high above, away from any danger. What in the world was that sound? Monsters did live in these woods, maybe it was one of those awful wolfos striding around the area, looking for their own prey. Or maybe it was one of those atrocious stalfos beating up a tree somewhere for fun. Suddenly the sound was back! It sounded like thunder rumbling! This was no wolfos or stalfos. This was something huge and dangerous. Navis curiosity got the best of her, and she set out to solve this. Navi got closer and closer to the mysterious rumbling. She flies above an ancient, overgrown temple ruin. Walls, Pillars, and statues broken down over time, greenery taken over the place completely. She has been here many times for the amazing apple trees that grow here. It has always been such a peaceful place. But not today, birds flying away in flocks, frightened by the ruckus. It sounded like a huge fight was going on!

Navi quietly landed on one of the big ancient statues, hiding behind it to get a peek in on what was going on, but nothing could have prepared her for what was making all that sound. It was a Goron! Out in the middle of the forest throwing around huge rocks, destroying them into small pieces. The Goron looked angry yet saddened, mostly getting his frustrations out. What was a Goron doing so far from home? Was he lost? Did he lose something? Whatever it was, he was making a commotion. Navi rolled her eyes. She had no time for this. She was about to set off again, but something stopped her. She took a glance at the Goron. Something about him seemed familiar but she couldn’t put her paw on what it was… it was like she had seen those eyes before, the right eye barring a huge scar across it. Navis memories sparked for a moment, the eyes resembling her dear old friend, but there was no way this was Link, this was a Goron. Navi felt a little bad stalking this poor Goron. So, she decided to let him be. He clearly didn’t want to be disturbed. Why else would he do his outburst deep in the forest far from home. Besides, Navi still needed some breakfast. She set off as quietly as she came. Back home, Navi was digging for worms in some dirt right underneath the redwood tree. It was no grasshopper and Navi loved the hunt of it all, but it was tasty, nonetheless. continued her day with small tasks and gathering fresh leaves for her nest. Walking down to a little puddle nearby to wash her paws clean after an evening of work, she couldn’t stop thinking about the Goron. And Link… it has been years now, but she still missed him deeply. The day she left him after completing the Dekus trees dying request, she was supposed to move on with her life. Finally reuniting with her great fairy and all her sisters in the forest. Living life with all her sisters was nice but she felt empty inside every single night, wondering what Link was up to and if he was okay… so one day she decided to go look for him! The hero she was meant to be with! But… he was nowhere to be seen. No one in Hyrule knew where he was. But that didn’t stop her! She searched for days, weeks, months! But with no luck… It was like he was gone… dead. Navis hope grew thin over the years, and she settled down in the deep forest, Abandoning her quest. But no matter what she did, she could never let him go in her heart. The day went by, and the sun started to set at around dinner time. Navi laying at the opening of her redwood tree hole, still in thought, and was not feeling like hunting. She felt restless and couldn’t focus. So, she decided to go to sleep early this time. Letting her mind rest. to be continued~

#linked maze #linkedmaze #tloz #zelda au #lm time #lm navi #fanfiction #worked really hard on this!#got a bunch of help from my friends from discord!#so credit to them!#im not the best at writing but still wanted to try it out! :D

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hayatheauthor · 11 months

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Blog Posts Masterlist

Here are all the blogs I've written sorted according to six categories and a lot of sub categories.

Post Writing (Publishing):

Querying/Getting Published

How To Get Published As A Minor—A Step-By-Step Guide

How To Get Out Of The Slush Pile And Make Your Agent Say Yes

How To Answer Some Common Literary Agent Questions

The Rejection Checklist: Manuscript Pitfalls to Avoid

Editing

Everything You Need To Know Before Editing Your Manuscript

How To Eliminate Passive Voice From Your Manuscript

Pre Writing:

WIP building

Ten Dos And Don'ts Of Worldbuilding

How To Name Your Characters

A Step-by-Step Guide to Crafting a Compelling Storyline

How to Pick The Perfect Weapon For Your Characters

Writing tools

How To Hook Your Readers With Your Chapter's Starting And Ending

How To Write And Create A Sub Plot

How To Immerse Your Readers With Indirect Characterisation

First or Third Person? How To Choose The Right POV for Your Story

Genre-Based Advice:

Fantasy

How To Build A Realistic Magic System

Things To Consider When Writing With Mythologies

Tips To Consider When Writing A Fantasy Religious Story

Horror/Thriller

How To Get Away With Murder...As An Author

How To Get Away With Murder Part Two: Writing Murder Mysteries

How To Build Tension And Make Your Readers Feel Scared

Romance

Crafting Asexual Romance: Navigating Emotional Intimacy in Fiction

Character-Based Advice:

How To Write An Antagonist

How To Create Realistic Book Characters

How To Write A Compelling Character Arc

How To Create A Morally Grey Character

How To Write A Plot Device Character

How To Develop A Memorable Antagonist

Writing Believable Teenage Characters: Dos and Don'ts

Crafting Character Voices And Distinct Dialogue

Crafting Authentic Child Characters: From Toddlers to Tweens

How To Create And Execute Unreliable Narrators

How To Write Immortal Characters in Fiction

Creatures/Monsters

How To Write Mythical Creatures Without Sounding Redundant

How To Write Vampires With An Original Twist

'Sensitive' character topics:

How To Write POC Characters Without Seeming Racist

How To Write A Disabled Character: Ten Dos And Don'ts

How To Write And Research Mental Illnesses

Resources And Advice For Writing Abusive Parents

Scene-Based Advice:

How To Build Tension And Make Your Readers Feel Scared

Four Tips On How To Make Your Plot Twist Work

How To Set The Scene Without Info Dumping

Writing A Creepy Setting: Tips And Examples

The Dos and Don'ts of Writing Flashbacks in Fiction

Crafting Realistic Car Accidents in Fiction: A Writer's Guide

Writing Rage: How To Make Your Characters Seem Angry

Crafting Sad Scenes: Writing Tears and Emotional Depth

Fights, poison, pain

How To Accurately Describe Pain In Writing

How To Create A Well-Written Fight Scene

The Ultimate Guide To Writing Persuasive Arguments

Forgining Epic Battles: Techniques For Writing Gripping War Scenes

The Writer's Guide to Authentic Wounds and Fatalities

Ink And Venom: A Writer’s Guide To Poisonous Prose

Everything You Need To Know About Writing Stab Wounds

Everything You Need to Know About Writing Burns

Everything You Need To Know About Writing Gunshot Wounds

Everything You Need To Know About Writing Bruises

Recommendations:

Websites And Writing Apps Every Author Needs in 2023

Seven Blogs You Need To Read As An Author

Ten Websites Every Author Should Know In 2024

Series

Writing Wounds

Writing Mythical Creatures With A Unique Twist

Writing Emotions

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moongumi · 1 year

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⁀➷ ∵ ❝ the feeling of hatred ❞

⟶ neteyam x fem!na'vi!reader

⟶ cw. drabble of sorts ⭒ enemies⭒secret romance⭒ slight nsfw ⭒ cursing ⭒ pining

⟶ note. not proofread sorry!! written outta pure indulgence. i labelled it 18+ just incase and it includes slight nsfw!

⭒ hate is a strong word. neteyam has never felt hatred before, it is a feeling that is easy to confuse with another–another many want to feel, to believe in

⭒ its the faces he makes when he sees you, the feeling in his chest–it tightens and burns. his eyes sharp and piercing as if it could cut through you.

⭒ you giggle and laugh, your coral blue and wide eyes, the skin of your face folds as your laughter echoes through his skin. hair as wild as the outer reef, flowing in the rough winds. all of that, changes into a twisted arrogance.

⭒ you didn't do anything when ao'nung and his friends went up to kiri. merely a bystander. you'd roll your eyes and kick the sand, hoping it was over quickly to get on with your day.

⭒ lo'ak couldn't help it, he had to stand up for her. and that made neteyam step in.

"back off," neteyam's fingers press into ao'nung's chest, "now."

ao'nung makes a move to back off, trying to get his friends to go with. neteyam's eyes catch a glimpse of you, scoffing and rolling your eyes again. lips between your teeth, your eyes staring at him with a cocky expression–you wiggled your brows, mocking him–holding up a finger mouthing his words.

⭒ lo'ak showed ao'nung the cool thing his fingers could do, it ends in a brawl that neteyam had to join. he wasn't going to standby and watch his baby bro get beaten by a group of bullies.

⭒ you stand by kiri, watching boys beat eachother up–yanking tails and ears.

"you should do something." kiri says, shrugging her shoulders. her face couldn't hide the fact that she was enjoying it.

you sighed, "yea, probably."

you were older than a lot of them. the same age as neteyam and ao'nung, therefore bigger than most too. you stepped into the fight pulling off ao'nungs friends from lo'ak before your eyes fell onto neteyam on top of rotxo, completely wrecking him.

grunting you jump onto his back, tackling him over his head onto the ground. grabbing his wrists you attempt to pin him to the ground but of course, he's also strong. "get off me."

"no."

his head hits your lip, busting it open as you fell back–you could feel blood trailing off your face. you touch your lip, and curse, "fuck you." a fist in your hand, neteyam tries to stand but gets a heavy punch into the side of his face.

you jump into him, throwing another punch completely knocking the wind out of him. he drops to the ground on his back, his hands grabbing onto your wrists as your body falls atop of his–straddling him.

his eyes widened at the blood, smeared over your top lip and the crack, the plumped bruised split skin.

your hands grabbed at his necklace, the collar like leather–pulling him closer. "don't start a fight, you cannot finish, forest boy." with that, you shoved him back with a fuming look, leaving him in shock.

⭒ he didn't mean to hurt you obviously, somehow he felt really bad about it. as his father scolds lo'ak and practically is proud of him for leaving ao'nung and you much worse than him–physically. neteyam is much bigger than the both of you, it was a given.

⭒ it's the way during the first meal of the day he sees you, walking by him with your lip cut–blood dried but still bruised and swollen. his heart pumps seeing you, for whatever reason.

⭒ you were always estranged, cold since they came here. only really speaking to kiri, or tsireya–even with ao'nung you only seemed to follow him around. maybe you were dating or something.

⭒ he sneers at the thought of that.

⭒ it was when you came back on your ilu, over your back fish tied together as you've just been hunting with your usual friends. he makes a point to run into you, just to say something–anything.

"ouch," you hissed, glaring at him as he basically runs into you as if he was blind. "there is a lot of ground, why must you walk so close to me." you flinch from him as if you didn't want him to even graze you.

neteyam couldn't help but look away trying to hold back his grin. it was the way you walked with a heavy step, angrily, annoyed with his presence but still, seemed so cute and harmless. what is he thinking?

"sorry, look i just wanted to apologize for, uhm–your face."

you shrugged, not even meeting his eyes, "okay, sure." you're blunt. you don't even attempt to apologize for the bruises on his face, they're large and noticeable, the skin of his cheek raw and his neck had burn marks from how hard you pulled on his necklace.

⭒ why is it that he is always around, these couple days you've probably seen him way too many times. it was definitely not a coincidence anymore.

"what are you doing?"

he jumps, comes out form behind the coconut tree as ao'nung look over at the commotion and laughs seeing neteyam step out. he whispers things to his friends, you can't even overhear it.

"nothing."

you roll your eyes, looking back at ao'nung, "i'm going, got things to do. i'll see you later." walking past the stiffened forest boy your tail taps him on the way past. his head snaps towards you, noticing how you looked back at him ever so slightly as if giving him a hint.

⭒ he didn't realise there was a place this pretty, into the forest. it looks close to home, lakes and rivers run through–the trees were much shorter but the density of the forest gave him that warm feeling.

⭒ he should've really seen what you were doing, your eyes taking peaks at him. he can't see your expression, was it playful or mischievous. were you planning on taking him to his death?

⭒ night falls, the bioluminescence shines. his skin and yours freckled with bright lights.

his breathing gets heavier. you turn to him, hand out and all. he's reluctant, you can tell. "i'm not going to kill you, that would be a waste."

he didn't completely understand what you meant of course, but places his much larger hands in yours. the warmth of it embracing your own as you tightened your grip, pushing through the vegetation revealing a quiet pool of spring water.

you look back at him, your eyes. neteyam has never seen such a look, something different shifted in your eyes. you let him go, dropping towards the edge of the pool, before stepping in–the water reaches over your breast bone, covering half your chest.

your eyebrows quirked, motioning for him. neteyam chuckles, jumping in rather quickly, his hips are submerged in the water–mostly. he's much taller than you, much taller.

you swallowed, taking your bottom lip between your lips. "neteyam–"

"why do you hate me?"

your gaze softens, "i don't, i thought our rival was mutual, merely fun. am i wrong?"

he lets out an amused breath, closing the distance between you. getting comfortable you rest, dropping to your knees into the clear water as it reflects the beauty of the night sky, nature and him.

he was no doubt the prettiest boy you've ever seen.

"fun, you think this is fun?" his voice, deepens.

you hum, "i do, doesn't it feel fun, neteyam?"

as close as you got now, your breathing is heavy. his nose brushes against your own. his eyes are sharp, unwavering glued to yours. his fingers trickle upwards, feeling the soft skin on your arms, shoulder and neck. he takes your cheek in his hand, grasping the back of your neck with his fingers as he pulls you even closer, "–it is fun."

you gasp, lips pry apart, heart beating out of your chest. your palms rest on his chest, feeling the same soft vibrations in his chest, confirming your feelings were mutual.

"sorry about your cheek and neck," you spoke, eyes darting towards the marks.

neteyam gulps, eyes looking at the cut on your lip. he nods as the colours in his eyes darken, his lips part closing in the gap, "would this hurt?"

"i don't know–" you whispered, "we can find out." a breath was taken before it was stolen. his lips press boldly against your own. moulding and pressing roughly into you. his hands touch whatever skin he could find, resting on your hip pulling them against his own.

you crane your neck to deepen the kiss. it never started slow, it was hungry, lusting--devouring. you managed to only pull away for one breath before he takes you again, mercilessly. it's wet, you could feel the soreness on your lips but you didn't care. his taste was intoxicating, a sweet nectar that you were prohibited to have but manage to steal. a dirty secret, maybe that's why it felt so good.

his tail flicks under the water, wrapping itself around your leg. he finally pulls away, eyes heavy-lidded as your own. he sees your lip, the cut opened up–he winces slightly as he touches it gently, "sorry, i didn't mean to–"

"i like it–" you interrupt, pressing another kiss to his lips, "we should do it again, sometimes."

#☾ ⟶ moon writes #neteyam x reader #neteyam angst #neteyam smut #neteyam x navi reader #avatar x reader #avatar fic #neteyam fic #drabble

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suguwu · 1 month

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MOON EATER I MASTERLIST

"But truly, Master Diluc—why am I here?"

"I would wed you," he says, flexing his hands in his lap. "If you are amenable to it."

minors and ageless blogs do not interact.

status: ongoing

pairing: diluc ragnvindr x f!reader

summary: a mondstadt diplomat in liyue, your close relationship with the fatui harbinger tartaglia draws diluc's piercing attention. ever hungry for information on the fatui, he comes up with a plan—marrying you.

but that's not all there is to the story.

content: marriage of convenience, politics, some manipulation, pining, slow burn, eventual smut, jealousy, some blood and gore.

read on ao3

chapter one (3k)

chapter two (5k)

chapter three (4k)

chapter four — TBA

chapter five — TBA

#genshin x reader #diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc ragnvindr x you #bee navi #bee writes genshin

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drabbles-mc · 8 months

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All Settled

Rick Flag x F!Reader (past: Rick Flag x June Moone)

For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo square: caught in a storm

Warnings: 18+, language, pining, arguing, light angst

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: They're aruging, they're pining, they're stuck in an airport together. We love to see it! also idk i might write more for these two eventually I'm not sure i just don't know but there are Vibes i might explore later lmao

Suicide Squad Taglist: @garbinge @artemiseamoon @beardburnsupersoldiers @words-and-seeds (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

It was perfect, really. Not in the way that it was good, but in the way that it happened and all you could do was laugh, shake your head, and think to yourself, “Of fucking course.”

“This funny to you?” Rick asked, clearly not as amused as you as he dropped his bag to the floor with a loud thud. It wasn’t nearly as loud as the clap of thunder that sounded right before he’d spoken to you, though.

“I mean,” you said with a shrug, also letting your bag slip down off your shoulders, albeit with less drama, “it’s a little funny to me, yeah.”

He shook his head, scuffing the toe of his boot along the tiled floor. You could tell by that and the tightness of his jaw alone that he was fighting the urge to punt his own bag across the floor. “Glad you think so.”

You didn’t let it faze you—Rick and his short fuse weren’t anything new to you at this point. “Yeah, because getting mad about it like you are seems to be so much better.”

He opened his mouth to fire back at you, but he stopped himself when he saw the traces of amusement on your face, that you were just going to take whatever he said to you in that moment and flip it right back onto him. You were one of the few people in the world that he would request time and time again to assist with Task Force X whenever he could, whenever he got enough leash to bring in an extra body on his side of things. But it didn’t make him any less annoyed with you in moments like this.

“Don’t get your panties in a knot, Flag,” you said as you dropped into one of the many empty chairs behind you. Lightning flashed outside, bright light coming through all the airport windows for a split second. “We’ll be outta here first thing in the morning.”

He shook his head, trying to figure out if he wanted to pace and be angry about the situation, or sit down next to you and be angry about it instead. His exhaustion won out just enough to get him to sink down into the chair beside yours.

“Made it through all that shit, and we get stuck on the layover. That’s,” he shook his head, “that’s just…”

“Perfect,” you finished for him with a laugh. You looked over at him, watching as he shook his head and tried not to look like he wanted to laugh right along with you. “Look at the bright side,” you stretched your legs out in front of you, crossing one over the other, “least we didn’t get stuck in this storm with the rest of the team.”

The sigh he puffed out turned into a laugh, shaking his head as he thought about the scenario you’d just put into his head. “Fuckin’ A.”

“Exactly.” You let your head drop back to rest against the top of the seat. You stared up at the ceiling for a few seconds in silence before saying, “We should’ve gotten a hotel room.”

Now it was his turn to laugh at you. “Seriously? We’ve been stuck out,” he gestured vaguely, not wanting to say exactly where even though there weren’t many people around, “you know, and you’re gonna bitch about sleeping in an airport?”

Turning your head to look at him, you raised your eyebrows and replied, “I’m off the clock, Rick—I’d like to sleep in a real bed if at all possible.”

He chuckled, shaking his head at you. “Poor thing,” he mocked.

You laughed, elbowing his arm off the rest that separated your chair from his. Like he had any right to give you grief about complaining at this point. “Fuck you.”

Neither of you said anything for a bit after that. The two of you sat there in your insanely uncomfortable airport chairs, with posture that wasn’t fit at all for the caliber of soldier that the both of you were. Both of you were watching the few people who were stuck at the airport with you. Your flight had been one of the last, but it seemed like a couple others that were scheduled to leave late got pushed off until the morning. No one was dedicated enough to getting a hotel room to go outside in the rain and wind to get a cab. So you watched everyone putting together makeshift beds of their own out of their luggage, draping themselves across chairs. Whatever it took to be at least mildly comfortable.

You’d been still and quiet for so long that Rick thought that you might’ve fallen asleep. Tilting his head, he glanced over at you to find you very much awake. Your eyes were fixed on the small cluster of people who were at the gate across from yours. Among them was a woman with two children, young enough that they thought this was all so fun and exciting.

“Why do you always say yes?” he asked you, watching you as you watched everything around you.

Your face contorted in confusion but you still didn’t turn to face him. “Hm?”

“When I put in the request for you, why do you always say yes?”

You chuckled, finally facing him. “Why do you keep requesting me?”

“’Cause I know you won’t let me get shot.”

You laughed at that, trying not to be too loud as everyone continued to hunker down to go to sleep. “Yea, I guess that’s fair.” You pulled your legs up, feet resting on the edge of your seat as you wrapped your arms so that your hands interlocked and rested on your shins. “Maybe I just like making sure you don’t get shot.”

He smiled, a tiny grin that was briefly illuminated by another strike of lightning. “Can’t like it that much.”

You arched your brow. “Want me to start saying no? Leave the big bad Colonel all on his own?”

He shook his head at you. “Not what I said. I just, I don’t know.” He crossed his arms, letting them rest over his stomach as he looked at the same place you’d just been looking. “You always seemed like you were looking to settle down. This,” he laughed, “this shit ain’t settled.”

You hummed in amusement as you nodded. “It’s not.” You paused. “I’m just, I don’t know, guess I haven’t really found someone to settle with yet. Not gonna give this up with no reason to.” You waited for him to look at you. “Lucky for you, though, huh?”

He nodded, gave you a quick smirk, but he didn’t say anything else in response. You couldn’t tell if there was more that he wanted to say. Either way, it didn’t matter much. He sunk down a little farther in his chair, long legs stretched out in front of him. The heel of his boots rested just on the far side of his ridiculously large duffle bag, ensuring that no one would be able to try and snatch it without him noticing. You shook your head at the precaution—it didn’t seem like anyone in present company was going to want any of his fatigues and t-shirts that hadn’t been washed in a week. You let him have that, though. You watched as his chin dropped and tucked towards his chest, eyes falling closed even though he probably wouldn’t actually fall asleep for a long time.

“Think you’re ever going to?” you asked, propping your chin on your knees as you did.

His eyes were still shut as he asked, “Ever gonna what?”

“Settle down?”

His eyes slowly opened, muscles tensing as he processed the two-word question. “I don’t know.”

You were nearly kicking yourself for ruining the moment. Things were fine. You didn’t have to pry, but you did it anyway. You just couldn’t let things lie—it was a habit you always meant to work on and never got around to it.

“Sorry,” you said, your voice tentative in a way that it hardly ever was with anyone, least of all with Rick.

He looked at you, brows meeting in confusion. “For what?”

You knew that answering the question was just going to dig a deeper hole, but you also knew that you weren’t going to be able to ignore the question, either. Stubbornness was one of the traits that you and Rick shared.

You shrugged, wishing that you could pull your legs in farther, make yourself smaller and disappear out of this conversation. “It’s not my business. I know that…it’s just…I know since June you sorta just—”

“Got it,” he cut you off.

You fought the urge to sigh with everything in you. You were annoyed with yourself, but you were annoyed with him too. “Right.”

There was just enough of a shift in your tone to keep him hooked into the conversation, even though it was evident that neither of you wanted to continue it. “What?”

You shook your head. “I’m not doing this with you, Rick.” He went to try and argue but you kept talking before he could. “You don’t wanna talk about it so we’re just, we’re not gonna talk about it. Forget I fuckin’ said anything.” There was a long stretch of silence and before you could use any impulse control you said, “But to be fair, you asked me first.”

He sighed. “We doin’ this right now?”

“What this are you referring to, exactly?” you snapped, voice hushed. The rain beating down and echoing against the roof helped to hide some of your conversation.

“Since when do you wanna talk about that? About all my shit? About, about June?” He hesitated on it but he still managed to get the question out. You couldn’t remember the last time he actually said her name.

You were too caught up in your frustration to empathize about it though. “Are you serious?” You let your feet drop back to the floor, adjusting yourself in your chair so that your entire torso was turned and facing him. “You’re gonna sit there and pretend that I’m the one who never wanted to talk about it?” You scoffed. “Fuck’s sake, Rick. The only reason I found out the two of you broke up in the first place was because Boomer made some asshole comment and you nearly tossed him out of the helicopter. You have never wanted to talk to me about all of that. About anything, really.”

Rick’s fists were clenched at his sides, trying to keep himself from getting too defensive but you weren’t making it easy for him. You never did. He didn’t make it easy for himself, either. “Hey—”

“Actually, now that I think about it,” you cut him off, “you never talk to me about anything outside of work. You know all about me, but I don’t know shit about—”

“That’s not true,” he interjected, voice firm enough to give you pause. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”

Your shoulders slumped in defeat at that. He wasn’t wrong. But you weren’t completely wrong either. You both knew plenty about each other but there were always a series of walls that Rick kept up, ones that you never got around to building for yourself. Moments like that made it hard not to feel the distance.

“Whatever,” you finally said, not wanting to give in and actually tell him that he was right.

He was still shaking his head at you as he went back to staring at his boots. “Don’t know why you care so much anyway—not like you ever liked her.”

“What? I,” you sputtered as you shook your head, “I had no problem with June. What are you talking about? I barely even knew her.”

It was true. Outside of the events of Midway City, you had next to no contact with June. Rick was pretty much her sole protective detail, hence how the rest of their entire situation played out. You were part of his team that time around too, although despite being his right hand, you were far from the top of his priority list the way that you were all the times after that when you guys handled ops together. But that was the only time you ever really spent around June, and to say that you really spent it with her would’ve been a stretch even under the most forgiving circumstances. But still, you never had a problem with her.

He let out a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a chuckle—either way it was full of attitude. “Right.”

You huffed, shaking your head. “Fuck you.”

You angled yourself away from him, turning your body so that you were facing forward again. Part of you wanted to get up and walk to another part of the airport. It would’ve been pointless, though. In just a few more hours the two of you would be sitting next to each other on the plane anyway. There was no escaping him until the trip was over. For a split second, you let yourself indulge in the thought that maybe next time you’d say no when he asked you to tag in.

“Should’ve gotten out when she did,” you mumbled.

You heard the sound of his clothes rustling as he turned to look at you. “What was that?”

You didn’t hesitate, not looking at him but speaking just a little louder, and a whole lot clearer. “I said you should’ve gotten out when she did.” You turned and looked at him, wanting to hit him with the full weight of what you were going to say next. “Maybe then you’d still—”

“Don’t fuckin’ go there,” he said, tone low but brimming with anger.

You rolled your eyes, slumping back against the chair. “Yes, sir.”

There were only about ten seconds between your response and him speaking up again, but those seconds felt like hours to Rick as he tried to force himself to just be honest instead of angry for once. Or at least be honest while he was being angry.

“It was because I wouldn’t give it up,” he finally said, bitterness coating his voice.

Your face scrunched in confusion for a moment before you turned your head to look at him. “What?”

“She left because I wouldn’t give it up. She wanted nothing to do with any of it after everything that happened. I got that. She was just waiting for me to walk away from it too.”

“You got into this shit for her—why didn’t you walk away?”

“Think Waller was just gonna let me walk?”

You shrugged. “Not at first. But she’d get tired of fighting you eventually.” You paused. “She probably would’ve ended your entire military career though.”

“Yeah,” he scoffed, “no thanks.”

“How long did it take her to realize you weren’t gonna quit?” you asked, figuring that if he was gonna open the door you might as well take a peek inside.

He shook his head. “Longer than it should’ve for someone as smart as she is.”

“Love makes you stupid.”

He let out a laugh, one that was one part sadness, one part humor. “Yeah, it does.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t be. Not on you.”

“You really love this shit, huh?” you asked, really processing the full weight of what he was telling you. Rick had turned his whole life on its head to save June. He said it himself that she was the only woman he’d ever really cared about. From the way he was acting during everything leading up to what happened at Midway City, you were certain that he would’ve done anything for her. But apparently not.

If he laughed you couldn’t hear it over the rumbles of thunder. “’Bout as much as I hate it.” He looked over at the windows for a moment, able to see the rain pelting down in the dark, then he looked back at you. “Stupid, right?”

You chuckled quietly. “That’s how you know you love it.”

“What’s your excuse, then?” he asked. “Because I know you sure as shit don’t love this.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling in the hopes that it would hide all of the thoughts that were racing through your brain because of his question. “Just an adrenaline junkie now, I guess.” You looked over at him. “Regular military ops just don’t do it for me anymore.”

He was slowly starting to let the tension drop out of his shoulders, his guard slowly coming back down as the both of you began to get back to some sort of common ground. “That’s it, huh?”

It wasn’t the time to get into it. It probably wouldn’t ever be the time to get into it. “That and, like you said, someone’s gotta keep you from getting shot.”

He was shaking his head at you, but at least this time he was almost smiling while he did it. The two of you had always had that going for you—no matter how quickly things tensed up between you, you usually managed to cool back down almost as quickly. Some of that was from all the years and hours you’d spent together, some of it was because in the situations you found yourselves in out in the field, there was no time for grudges so it was best to just let shit go if you could. But for yourself, you also knew that there was an element of not wanting to hang onto that, not with him. It’s why you’d always say yes when he asked you.

For a few seconds it was quieter than it had been. The rain lightened enough to not be echoing as it fell against the roof. The thunder and lightning subsided, and the conversation between you hit a lull. So when Rick cleared his throat, it seemed louder than it really was.

You turned to look at him and found him already staring at you. You raised your eyebrows, silently prompting him to say whatever it was that he was gearing up for. His brows scrunched for a split second, a final hesitation but he was still going to go through with it.

“We’re…?” he trailed off, his tone enough to fill in the rest of the question for him.

You smiled, nodding. “We’re good. Don’t worry,” you shifted in your chair so that you were leaning against his side, your head resting on his shoulder, “I won’t leave you hanging next time you call.”

He chuckled, wanting to shake his head and come back with a snarky remark, but he didn’t have it in him. Tilting his head, he looked over at you and for the first time in a long time, he felt a pull of something deep in his chest. A feeling that he wasn’t sure he could afford to put too much stock in. He let his head drop to rest against yours. “Thanks.”

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mochie85 · 1 year

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The Chase

These Wicked Games Collection | Complete Masterlist

Summary: You and Loki continue the poker game from earlier in the night. A/N: This is a sequel to my Poker Face fic. You don't have to read that first. But I would greatly appreciate it if you do 🥰. I'm thinking this is going to be part of a collection. This won't be the last time you see this Loki and Reader. This is also my submission for @the-slumberparty Week 2 Challenge: Blast From The Past. Word Count: Over 2.5K Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Smut; handcuffs, praise kink, hunter/prey dynamic, bondage, spreader bar- ya, you read that right. Fluff ending.

Loki’s smoldering eyes never left yours as his fingers continued to unbutton his shirt. You deftly shuffled the deck of cards, watching him strip bare in front of you. “A Las Vegas past, you say? I wonder how many other tricks you have up your sleeve, darling.”

You smirked, unable to come up with a witty retort. He had taken off his shirt and was working on the buttons of his trousers. Your eyes roamed his smooth skin. The contours of his muscles made you want to trace each and every line with your tongue.

He quickly unzipped his dress pants and let them pool down to the floor. He stepped out of them and hummed as he spotted you licking your lips at his half-erect cock, growing by the second. “Are you sure you won’t get distracted, darling? You know, we could forego all the formalities and just have our own game instead,” he tempted, coming closer to you. His naked body glistened in the light of the fireplace. And somehow that just made his voice sound deeper, richer, more perilous.

“But where’s the fun in that? Where’s the chase, Mischief?” you smoldered as you walked further away from him. You weren’t going to let him win. You were too proud, too stubborn, to let him get the upper hand.

“Oh, you’d like me to chase you. Is that right?” he provoked, standing proudly as his eyes stalked you moving further into his room, but still maintaining your distance.

Unbeknownst to you, you were already playing a game with the god of mischief. A game that he started earlier that night when he lost his hand to you. You had played right into his trap.

He knew you would win. He didn’t cheat. Although, he could have. It was all too easy after the first round where Barnes and Rogers taught him how to play.

When the rest of the group came, that’s when Loki learned that it was about deception. When Natasha suggested a provocative game of strip poker, he finalized the plans in his head of how he could get you alone.

Loki noticed how everyone was losing an article of clothing besides himself- and of course, you.

You were shrewd. Your canny ability to read everyone’s body language and the ability to mask your own made you so irresistible. So mysterious and intriguing. He wondered how he could break your poker face and finally get past that shield you seem to have put up.

“I have a wager for you,” Loki said in his deep husky voice.

“You’re already naked, Loki. I don’t think there’s anything else I want,” you said cooly, goading him along.

“Are you certain? There’s nothing else I can offer you?” he spoke so sharply you could hear the crinkle of his smile. “At least let me win back some article of clothing,” Loki added.

You expressly ran your stare down his sculpted body. From his strong shoulders down to his veinous arms that were holding onto his sharp hips. You purposely kept your stare on his evident arousal before looking directly into his eyes and grinning.

Confident that you wouldn’t lose, you agreed. “All right. For every hand you win, you can put on an article of clothing,” you stated. Loki smiled. “But what do I get if I win?” you asked.

“For every hand you win, you get a one-second head start before I catch you.” Loki teased. “And trust me, darling, I will catch you,” he said taking one step forward causing you to back away further and deeper into his room. You stood behind his desk, pushing his chair aside as you secured the table between you.

“This won’t stop me, dearest. You can put as many obstacles in my way as you want, but I would still seize my prize.”

Is that a promise? You wanted to ask. “Ok. Let’s make it simple. The game: Blackjack. Are you familiar?” you diverted and resisted the urge to smile. Loki nodded his head. “Wonderful. I’ll deal.”

“Excellent,” he agreed, and you dealt the cards out between you.

In the first two games, you won with 18 and 20, respectively. Loki wanted to see how you would play this out. You had kept your poker face on the entire time, not once giving him an inclination to your thought’s inner workings.

He adapted and analyzed you quickly. After winning a total of five seconds, you felt a sense of confidence and misplaced pride. Loki, standing proudly naked, decided to be riskier with his hits.

You drew the cards and Loki won with 19 to your 17. “All right, Laufeyson. One article of clothing,” you stated, expecting him to put his underwear back on. All Loki did was fold his arms and grin widely.

You felt a heavy weight pull on your left wrist that wasn’t there before. You felt the soft fur lining before you saw that Loki had conjured thin leather cuffs for you.

“Loki? What the hell is this?” holding your hand up for him to see.

“I’m just staking my gains, dear. You said I can add an article of clothing for every hand I win. You didn’t clarify what type of adornment I could add,” he smirked. “And on whom.”

You narrowed your eyes and seethed. “You sly little-”

“Would you expect anything else from me, my dear? Come on, darling. You have your five-second head start. Why don’t you try winning the cuffs off then?”

“All right. Bet.” You shuffled the deck and dealt each of you two cards. Loki won the hand when you busted at 23. Another cuff materialized on your right wrist.

“Are you cheating?” you accused him.

“No. Never with you, my dear. Winning you any other way would taint the joy of having you scream out my name.” He leaned down onto his desk and looked you in your eyes. “When I catch you, darling, I want you to remember that I won fair and square.” The devilish grin he gave you made you swallow. And now you weren’t sure whether you wanted to win or lose.

“Let fate decide,” he answered as if he could read your mind. “Play.”

You dealt out another set of cards. You lost the hand when he hit 20, and you busted at 22. You felt a weight attach itself to your left ankle. Looking down, you saw a cuff that matched the other two on your wrist.

You’re breathing got heavy. Your bravado shattered instantly. “Last game,” you tried to say nonchalantly.

“If you’d like,” Loki granted. “Although, I did want to see how tantalizing your neck would’ve looked adorned with a matching collar.”

You dealt the cards and received two kings. A small glimmer of hope swelled in your chest.

Loki had a Queen of Clubs. “How ironic,” he stated as he turned his other card around revealing an Ace of Spades. 21.

The look on your face fell as you realized that he had won his hand. A new weight was added to your right ankle. The now familiar fur lining rubbing against your skin.

“I suggest you start running, pet,” Loki said so sweetly. You looked up into his greedy eyes and tried to gather your thoughts together. “Five,” he started to count down.

“Four.” At this, you threw the cards onto the desk and ran towards his door, squealing when you passed him.

“Three.” The weight of the cuffs was evident, but not so much that it hindered your speed.

“Two.” Your hands reached for his doorknob, turning it over quickly and opening the door.

“One,” Loki growled in your ear. His hand was on his door, slamming it closed as he pinned you against it. You turned to face him, and he trapped you in between his arms, holding the door closed.

All at once he was everywhere around you, invading all your senses. You could see the craving in his eyes. You could smell the fine hint of his aftershave. You could feel the heat all around you as he caged you in between his arms and body. You could hear nothing but your heartbeat throbbing in time with his breathing.

He leaned down. His bright face was on level with yours. “I don’t think you really tried, pet. Did you want to get caught?”

“You cheat-”

“Ah, ah, ah.” He interrupted, putting his fingers on your lips. “I did not cheat! But what game are you playing at, my dear? Why did you come into my room? In the middle of the night? Certainly not just to play cards. Or maybe…as I stated before…you wanted to get caught.”

“Loki-”

He kissed you. He brought his mouth to yours and moaned as he finally savored the taste of your lips. He pushed you harder against the door and you could feel his hard length twitching against your body. “Tell me you want this…”

“I…unh…” he ground his pelvis into yours and you felt slick wetness coat your panties.

“Tell me, darling. Tell me that you’ve been fantasizing about this as I have,” he whimpered on your neck.

“I have, Loki,” you sighed as he thrust his hips against you again. He growled his desire as he picked you up and carried you over to his bed. He laid you down, his weight, a welcome heaviness that makes your breath hitch.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered, kissing you again on your lips.

“It varies from moment to moment,” you said as he bit your lower lip.

“I’ll take it,” he chuckled at your answer. He gathered your wrist and suspended them above your head. The cuffs attached themselves to a chain that Loki seemed to have conjured. “Pull.” And you did as he instructed. The chain was taut, but the fur lining caressed your skin.

He made his way down your sinful curves followed by the soft kisses of his lips. You hadn’t realized that he removed your clothing already. You lay there, panting heavily as he took in your erotic figure writhing on top of his sheets.

He knelt up at the edge of the bed. His heated touch followed the bows of your calves down to the cuffs adorning your ankles. He took one ankle in each hand and as he separated your legs, a bar had formed in between them, snapping your ankle cuffs in place.

The click of the metal bar echoed throughout his room whispering promises of lurid affairs yet to come.

“You beautiful, courageous creature!” Loki said adoringly. With the bar held in one of his hands, he pushed your knees back towards your head. “How I’m going to love ruining you.” His other hand stroked his hard shaft, placing the weeping tip at your slick entrance.

Slowly, he savored entering your tight walls. Your head was thrown back in pure ecstasy as you felt him strain your pussy.

You tried to clench, tried to close your knees together and indulge in the way he stretched you, but the bar prevented you from closing your legs altogether. As if Loki knew, he gave you a fleeting smile before he lunged himself in, grinding against you when he reached your walls.

He paused only for a moment before he picked up his pace. The erratic moans you cried were drowned out by Loki’s grunts. His hips pounded madly into yours. His hands held onto the bar, using it as leverage against your aching pussy by pushing it down to your chest.

The position left you feeling open and vulnerable. You were left to his whims as he took what he wanted mercilessly. “Unhh…th-that’s it. That’s my girl,” he huffed plunging back into your tightness. “You like being tied up, don’t you sweet thing? Letting me do what I want to your sweet…delectable…mhhmmm…”

His words sent a fire throughout your body. A spark that began in your aching cunt and made you seize up altogether. “L-Loki…I ca…I can’t…fuck…it feels so good.” You felt him push the bar further against your body. Your knees bent to your chest and you came.

You chanted his name as the never-ending wave of pleasure took hold of your body and wouldn’t let go. “Loki. My god…”

He pulled himself out quickly, and with his strength he turned the bar over, causing you to land on your knees. Your face was smothered on the pillow as your peach-shaped cheeks hung in the air. He spanked you, causing you to lose your breath once again.

“Call me your god again and I’ll bless you with the most spiritual enlightenment you’ll ever have.” Loki sank himself inside you. Your cries of ecstasy muffled against his pillows.

The position was different. The angle of his thrust went deeper. You could feel almost every vein. Every torturous pull of his shaft along your tight walls. Your legs were spread, your hands bound to the headboard. You felt like nothing more than a toy to the god who was giving you a glimpse of heaven.

Loki’s breathing got heavier. His thrust got more erratic and you could feel his thighs shake behind yours. You felt his chest against your back as he fell on top of you. He tried holding himself up, losing the fight against your hot slit.

You could hear his pleasure. His rhythmic grunts against your ear. “You’re so good for me.” The torrid whispers and compliments about your body. “Th-that’s it. Take it. Take it like a good girl.” You were close again. “Unnh…faen…Gods you’re amazing!”

At his praise, you shattered into another orgasm. He held your shoulders down, trying to gain more leverage as Loki came inside you. He felt the clutch of your muscles. The velvet of your sex trying to keep him inside you and he couldn’t help but have the widest grin of satisfaction on his face.

He pulled out slowly and watch as his spent dribbled down your thighs. “Loki…” you moved to get up.

“Don’t,” he warned.

“But-”

“I said. Don’t. Move.” You felt him get off the bed. Moments later a warm towel graced your thighs. He moved to cup your heated folds and when he finished, he quickly turned the bar and put you right to your back again.

With the snap of his fingers, both the bar and the cuffs dematerialized. He lifted one ankle and massaged it. He kissed where the cuffs used to be and gently set it down before reaching for your other ankle. He followed with your wrist. Ensuring that they weren’t blistered or cut.

His quiet reverence of your body contested with what he just did to it. “So, you’ve been fantasizing about me?” You asked, breaking the silence between you.

“I have,” he simpered.

“How long?”

“As long as you have.”

“That’s-”

“Shh.” Loki crawled up to you and ran his nose against your cheek while peppering kisses on your skin. You closed your eyes and savored the intimacy he was showing. “Sleep, love. Ask me your questions tomorrow.” He wrapped his blanket around you and nestled into the crook of his shoulder.

“All right,” you whispered, slowly drifting off into slumber. “But don’t think I won’t forget!” you threatened cherubically.

“I look forward to it,” Loki smiled as he watched you fall asleep in his arms.

⬅️Chapter 1: Poker Face | Chapter 3: 20 Questions➡️

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luna-lovegreat · 4 months

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It's all "links meet aus" and "zeldas meet aus", but where's my "companions meet aus"?

I wanna see midna bash fi and navis heads together for annoying her

I mean can you imagine the sheer chaos of all the Zelda companions meeting and going on a journey together? They're all companions/guides! One of thems a talking hat for hylias sake how are they supposed to take initiative?

I think it'd be like Lu where they all just meet up, but can you imagine the chain just somehow finds out this happened (and twilight is just like guys I am so sorry about midna) (but they're also really oddly touched that all their friends met each other too)

Pretty sure midna would be the sort of leader, since the last time she was in a foreign world she just found the nearest dude and started ordering him around. By like halfway through twilight princess she was literally asking LINK to accompany her to get what she needed.

But like. 90% of the group would be fairies. Which can't heal. One is a talking hat who just needs a head? He can't go on midnas cause she throws him off with her magic hair, poor ezlo is just trying to keep up.

They also have these weird green shadows who come around? They don't talk, but there's a rock, a fish, a bird, and a lady who just appear and stab things and shoot wind water fire and lightning.

Also midnas really confused why wolf link just shows up and kills things every now and then (from botw amibo)

Fi is the one who can talk to Hylia and awaken memories and get guidance and information or whatever, but she only does this by ballerina dancing and the others are always pissed at her anyways "WE DONT KNOW WHAT BATTERIES ARE OR A WII REMOTE WILL YOU PLEASE GO BACK IN SWORD FORM ALREADY" "I detect there is a 90% chance you need a key to open this door" "wow. Your perception is unparalleled fi."

Also there's a boat. A boat. Who is also good at taking charging since he's a king, which causes some friction between him and midna, since she has to grab him by her hair to move him half the time.

And with the fairies. Again. They all offer advice mainly. And with the fairies a lot of their main role is speaking and getting attention and pitching in? They come on an intersection and there's a chorus of bells all shouting the same directions. Ezlo is trying to cover the kings ears from his place on the boats head

Also there's this ghost/spirit of Zelda that everyone just feels REALLY strong loyalty to. But she's just like this kid who wants her body back?! They try to protect her but she can turn into a purple knight and stab things so there's that. I think there's also some animal companions from ooa/oos so.

Side quests are nonexistent they don't care about a village or gathering frogs for a kid they are there to save the world on a mission linear plot it is

And it's interesting because you have so many of them who just vanish and then appear to give loud advice. All at once. And the fighting skills basically fall to those weird green shadows that shoot various elements and fight and randomly disappear. Midna and spirit Zelda can fight, and Fi can too (kind of like how she fights as a sword in hyrule warriors). Also up to you if midna is drop dead gorgeous or devilish imp.

By the end they find whatever enemy so they can go back and midna is so pissed by this point that she hears the word "batteries" from Fi and goes full on fused shadow and just obliterates the jerk

***I have not played all the games so do not know or understand all of the companions and probably got some stuff wrong

Bonus: there is a child in a village named Link who does not have the spirit of the hero. He is stalked for three days until Fi decides his vibes are off and they all stop telling him he's the chosen one

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lxdymoon0357 · 6 months

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Hi! Can I please request some yandere!heinrey headcanons? Sadly I don't see many fanfics including him as a love interest, and I was hoping you could change that! No pressure tho!❤️❤️❤️

(Good night/day wherever you are!❤️❤️❤️)

(I understand, I also want some Heinrey X Reader content yet there is nothing, let's change shall we?)

Yandere! Heinrey Alles Lazlo HCs

✚ Heinrey is definitely very manipulative and so...yeah, he's good at keeping up a facade and it's easy falling victim to his charm, manipulation and facade...he will easy be able to manipulate you to trust him.

✚ He can easily keep you interested in him, he is almost known as a Casanova and it won't be too far-fetched to learn he is good with knowing how to have people be interested in him!

✚ He will easily have you break down your walls to trust him and he will learn all he can to know about you..it's for your future lives together! Don't worry, it won't be bad~

✚ He is not afraid to have people framed for crimes and kill them, he is strong enough! and he has Ergi work for him as well, only to ruin those he finds annoying is a good enough reason for Ergi!

✚ Heinrey will have you trust him with your deepest, darkest secrets which could ruin your life and he will keep them as safe as possible, you will feel so much trust with him, you will never seen him kidnapping you...

✚ He isn't afraid to use those secrets to blackmail you if you try to escape, he isn't afraid to get violent or cruel, eh will break your legs, starve you to the brink of death or beat you up until you faint, it doesn't matter if he's crying through all of this cause he probably will cry through all of this...

✚ He will NEVER ALLOW you to be close to Rashta or Sovieshu..he doesn't care if you're close to Navier...just not Rashta or Sovieshu... he doesn't trust them and finds them disgusting in his eyes and nope! You're not allowed to even glance at them!

✚ His punishments though very horrible, he will be crying alongside you as he holds you in his arms and fixing your wounds...he knows he's cruel, but he would never want you to be afraid of him..of-course this ins't working as you're scared shitless...and don't even try to make eye-contact with him after punishments...

✚ Heinrey does not care what you think, he will kill every single male you put your eyes on…It may be family, a married man, a father or anyone else… He hates the idea of you having another man around…

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cerine0357 · 11 months

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Hey hey can I a belphagor,asmodeus and leviathan with a s/o who is usually shy and sweet but can beat anyone ass? :>

Have a great day 💕

OC : MorningStar court's crown prince :-

Leviathan, Asmodeus, Belphegor X Reader

♢ Summary: They happen to have you as their S/O, but they never noticed your personality when you get mad and for the first time they experience it and if they do know it, what do they do when it occurs

♢ Crack, fluff, headcanons, scenario|| Established relationships|| warnings: Blood, mentions of fights, actual fights, bashing heads|| Normal versions of OCs

♢ Author's note: Thank you for requesting this! Hope you enjoy! Also the boys's wives are their best-friends or just regular friends here. Also forgive me for being a bad writer! Also in Belphegor's scenario you're a human.

♢ Vocabulary:

→ Xiokor: school everyone in Infernal attends

→ Archliows: regular class of angels, demons, succubi, incubus, ghosts, mages/ immortal humans

→ Siofra hall: A hallway in the royal palace, which is very huge and used for training during when wars were a thing in the realm.

OC X Reader:

Shy and Sweet S/O who can beat anyone's ass

Leviathan MorningStar

♒ Leviathan is someone who is a indoor type person, he is a indoor type person and always attached to his electronic device like it's a organ, and he hates interacting with people, so most people wouldn't believe that fact that he is a boyfriend...

♒ Levi is very much attachable person, he finds it hard to interact with people, but when he knows people, he is very great at interacting with them and communicating with them and you, his soft and shy S/O, whom he loves so very much!

♒ Levi is generally sees many fights and records nearly all of them, so it starts out as a normal day at Xiokor until, there is a yell in the hallway about someone beating the shit out of some archliows.

♒ Levi absolutely runs to the place with his phone and mic in hand and starts recording for social media, he gives commentary and asks question and he WILL get answers from the people in the fight, no matter what. And yes that means he will snitch on these people if they don't answer questions.

Staring and zoning out while watching the clock wasn't helping Levi from ruining this online class, he was still staring pretending to take notes, when he opened his arms and called for you, "Y/NNNNNNNNNN!!!!!" When he didn't receive a response in return, he looked around and realized you were at Xiokor and not attending online class as usual with him, he internally let out the loudest scream and went back to sit at his online class... When the teacher suddenly asked to leave the classroom and everybody to maintain silence like he always did, until a guy entered the class and yelled,

"AY! SOMEBODY IS FIGHTING SRUENIL!" and that one sentence made everyone gasp, including everyone on Online class whether they were in the class or not, because Sruenil was one person whom nobody challenged to fight, even royals were a teensy bit afraid of him, mainly because of his problem from the old human world before Infernal was created, so this was a big deal, and Levi was ecstatic to see this, he immediately browsed through the mountains of electronic screens he had before landing on his favourite filming phone and immediately opened a portal to Xiokor as he landed on his foot from three feet above the ground where the portal was located as he ran through the school using his ears to find where the fight was, until he rounded a corner and bumped into a huge crowd, he immediately pushed through the crowd which was fairly easy for someone like him, finally getting to the middle was a sight he had not planned on seeing...

Sruenil was on the ground his hands behind his back and face bruised and begging for mercy, and who was the person who beat him so badly, ....you...Now everyone there knew you were involved somehow with the royals but they didn't know how, you were quite one of the nicest people to be around, it did not matter who were hanging out with; angels, humans, mages, witches, wizards, demons, succubus, incubi, it did not matter you were accepting and liked everyone and treated them nicely so seeing this side riled everyone up and they got excited.

You had never been seen this angry, nobody knows what happened but all they know is Srunenil was pulling on your hair and stepping on your back as you were on the ground, until you held the hand he had on your hair and with immense strength flipped him over your shoulders and on the ground in front of you and it caught everyone's attention.

Now as you had Sreunil begging for mercy under you, people were having a hard time pulling you back while some tried to distract the teachers and other tried taking Sruenil to the infirmary, there were around three people having a hard time holding you back, until Levi joined them and tried explaining how you should stop being angry as he was in your view cutting off Sruenil being taken away, finally calming down and suppressing your anger in front of Leviathan.

"Babe, are you okay?!" Levi asked first and foremost, cupping your face and pulling you to the portal and taking you to your room, "You know you were very cool, but you shouldn't have done that.." Levi says smiling gently as your cheeks blushed warm like always whenever you were complimented, as you entered his room he immediately carried you bridal style to Belphegor who was a pro at healing wounds because of his twin's obsession with sparring.

s Belphegor treated a few of your bruises and wounds, Leviathan kept kissing your cheeks and had you on his lap the entire time, his silverish-grey hair framing his upset yet pouty face as he placed tiny pecks tickling you. Finally done Belphegor sighed out of exhaustion and sighed before his twin entered the room, Belphegor told you how to look after you bruises as Beelzebub sat behind leaning on the headboard, finally finishing telling you how to look after the bruises, Belphegor leaned into Beelzebub's arms and slept in a matter of second, like always. You got off Levi's lap and you both left the room, before walking towards the place and entering Levi's room.

"Now, that was AMAZING!" Levi boasted as he was sitting on his bed with you on his lap as you both cuddled, Levi complimented you for so long, telling you how cool you looked and how you should fight next time. You sighed hearing his rambling and nodding you head no matter what he was saying, before you finally grabbed his jaw, making his lips pucker up as you kissed his lips, effectively shutting him up as Leviathan rubbed his thumb on your thigh where there was a bruise as you both kissed.

♒ Levi also is the one, after Belphegor and Beelzebub, to patch most of your wounds clean or hide your wounds for a bit on the way as to stop you from getting yelled at by Belial, he is very proud of you to be able to fight and once he learnt that a archliow got sent to the hospital for picking up fights with you.

♒ And sometimes if possible he would join your fights himself as the fifth brother and the Avatar of Greed, why shouldn't he? Not like Lucifer is going to be mad at him cause he finds it funny, the only person who is going to be mad at him is Belial and Rosealine or Myhilara.

♒ After getting yelled at by Belial and the late emperor, Levi often follows you everywhere you go in case, somebody makes you mad and you end up beating the fuck out of them, he is there to stop you or let you go crazy, depends.

♒ Leviathan absolutely starts sparring with you, and often goes easy cause he knows he will most likely crush you and he doesn't want that, and if a single bruise appears on you, he's on his knees begging you to forgive him because first, you're hurt and second he didn't mean to do that and he's crying now please forgive him??

♒ Levi is always standing behind you in your fights so the person who you're fighting knows that if they aren't defeated by you, he will be the one to crack the skull off their body and hang it like a souvenir to either a noble or a emperor or their skull is used as a art project in one of the palaces ivory skull sculptures.

♒ Oh, and people of the Infernal know not to mess with you, even if Lei is not around because, even if the news of you fighting them won't reach Levi's ears, they will be crushed, because not only are you shy and cute and people have absolutely no reason to fight you, people have seen you fight Sruenil and that is enough to keep them away from fighting with you

♒ Levi and a few of his brother, the ladies now often stay on sidelines watching you fight people they hate because they know you can beat them and if you can't Levi is always right beside you to beat them to pulp and give you their skull as your boyfriend like a penguin gives it's mate a rock.

Asmodeus MorningStar

✿ Asmodeus is the type of demon who looks like he has never even understood the meaning of the word "Fight" and so people underestimate him, he grew up around Satan, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Lucifer and Mammon and his father is Zional MorningStar, he would at-least know how to commit eight murders without even being found!

✿ Of-course now, people know Asmodeus has a few lovers in the past and many regular flings, he's a demon of lust of devil's sake. So it wasn't quite a big deal when he started dating you, a cute and shy little thing, mostly people know how you actually are when angered, but Asmodeus didn't.

✿ Asmodeus/ Asmo or Deus, as people call him, did not learn of this thing as you never showed it infront of him, so he never guessed such a adorable little bean like you could fight like such a beast probably.

✿ Now most people figured, he was the one who fighting people who had eyes on either one of you, but it unfortunately wasn't, it was you and you tried to keep it like that because you didn't know what type of reaction Deus would have, you know it could either go down two lanes; him being disgusted and you being cancelled or him being supportive and letting you protect him from his creepy stalkers who were taking private photos and videos of him and his family.

Asmo sat in the cafeteria with his brothers chatting away, as Mammon and Beelzebub as usual helped him or did his make-up, while one of the other brother feeds him food, it was a regular thing and a bonding moment for the brothers, mostly Lucifer would help as well but he wasn't here, cause of a issue with "private photos and videos of the royal family" Lucifer seemed to be annoyed at this but reluctantly left, Myhilara and Isahine also chatting away helping each-other on studies as Odelia and Solielin were eating and maybe showing each-other how to make snacks from the huge amount of packaged snack given at the cafeteria. Aurmelle was gossiping with Deus as Mammon fed Beel and Asmo food while Beel did Asmo's make-up Belphegor sleeping on Odelia's lap, Aurelesia was also helping Belial, Lucifer and Diavolo (probably) in solving the issue, so she wasn't here. Rosealine, Leviathan and Raemous all playing on their Nintendos and drinking "Broken Skull" .

As everybody was doing their own things, everyone's phones started buzzing like crazy as Aurelesia entered the cafeteria and pulled Asmo out of the cafeteria, which made all the other MorningStars come-out and Aurelesia asked them question on where you were,

"When was the last time you saw Y/N?" Aurelesia asked hurriedly and concern painted on her face "Uhm, yesterday in the morning?" Asmo replied with doubt and confusion, as Lucifer also came running over his face white and pale and said,

"Y/N HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED!"

"WHAT?!" Asmo replied immediately with devastation and desperation,

Odelia immediately turned into her demon form and her eye's sclera turned black, she had always been protective and ever since she turned into a demon, she had been more protective than ever, you were a good friend and she immediately got to learn about everything according to your abduction, as others were also in their demon forms, all were angered and scared for you as some were around Xiokor interrogating the students to get clues, while Solielin was comforting Asmo as he tried to process the news of you being missing from yesterday afternoon...

After half-an hour, as Asmo was crying and hyperventilating when everybody gathered except Raemous and Beelzebub, as everyone patiently waited for them as the time ticked away everybody started getting impatient especially Lucifer. As everyone stayed there in quiet except Asmo's cries and heavy breaths. After a few moments, Raemous and Beelzebub came back, all tired and worried showing they couldn't find anything. As they were telling the emperor what they learnt the door flew off it's hinges as someone was thrown at the door. The person who bashed through the door ended up at Asmo's feet, they immediately scrambled to their feet, and bowed to Asmo's knees and apologized over and over..."Who are you?" Odelia asked the beaten up guy, turning into her demon form to protect in case of anything,

"He's the one who without any of your permission took private photos and videos and uploaded them to social media...." everyone turns their head to a familiar voice, as you entered the room dragging two other guys and throwing them near the royals' feet.

"APOLOGIZE TO THEM!" You demanded loudly, making the three guys scramble to their knees and shivers as their bow their heads to the floor apologizing over and over again, as their kept their heads down apologizing Asmo felt his blood boil as his demon form started to emerge, now before anyone could do anything, Asmo pounced on the men and for once Asmo scared everybody more than Belial, Lucifer or Diavolo...

Even after the three eldest and you tried holding Asmodeus back, it wasn't happening, until the late emperor knocked Asmodeus out and the three men were arrested...

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As Asmodeus woke up, in his pretty sunset orange mauve, pink and purple room with you beside him, you were sitting on the chair while leaning forward to hold his hand as you slept in the uncomfortable position, Asmo slowly cupped your face and gently slapped you in revenge for making him angry and worry, but careful as to not wake you. As he slowly calmed down and shook you awake. As you grumbled, rubbed your eyes, you wiped your face and yawned as you removed sleepiness from your system. You immediately became at his service, apologizing for behaving badly in front of him, asking him if he was okay, and letting him know what was going o around. Later as Myhilara walked through the hallway towards Asmo's room to check on his condition, what she was Beelzebub, Belphegor, Solielin, Isahine, Satan, and upon peeking inside Lucifer, Odelia, Zional, Ezoliana, Belial, Aurelesia, Aurmelle, Mammon, Raemous, Diavolo, Herverlia and many others taking photos of you and Asmo who were sleeping in each other's embrace very cozily. And GOD, it took Myhilara all the restrain in the world to not yell at the people for disturbing them...But guess they did look cute and they wouldn't mind some more blackmail photos, would they????

✿ Now that this has happened, prepared to be teased by him all the time, he will rile you up so you would be angry and then when you stop him he gets all pouty and tries to stop you from doing anything!

✿ Now you're a S/O of THE Asmodeus, the avatar of Lust and a royal, so you are quite famous and being famous includes being fashionable and dressing nice, I mean look at everyone in the MorningStar household or everyone from the MorningStar court, they're all wearing very fashionable clothing i very formal and lavish styles, and if you can't stay on top of trends, Asmo, Mammon, Aurmelle and Beelzebub, the fashionistas of the house are there. One thing they look for in your outfit, is cutesy and shy dressing style but one where you can easily beat up people! Cause it's free entertainment for them!

✿ Asmo is also really good at knife throwing and so he taught you to throw things so you could hit your targets even if they are running away from you, he mostly uses Leviathan as the target for throwing things like his make-up brush which is very heavy because it's made with some type of rare stone.

✿ He always patches you up and then he cuddles against you, and the medicine he uses though take up a long time to heal as compared to other medicines of Infernal, but other medicines have very heavy side effects and sometimes the bruises don't actually disappear and so Asmodeus's medicines does exactly that!

✿ He also finds you being able to fight despite your exterior especially sexy, don't ask why, he has also found it sexy when the person is the opposite of what they look like...

✿ Asmo would always cheer you on the sidelines when you fight and if they try to touch your face, they WILL face his wrath and nobody wants that in this world....

Belphegor MorningStar

◈ Belphegor is is the one who is most likely to date you, you're so nice and cute and shy and what not, he melts in your embrace and now most people wouldn't suspect anything form you two, probably....

◈ Belphegor honestly wouldn't expect things like fighting from you considering you're very shy and horribly sweet like candy, it's like he will get diabetes, it's okay, he likes that kindness and shyness. He honestly expects things like this from Mammon, Lucifer or Raemous's S/Os and so it's not very something people see coming...

◈ Belphegor is always ready to fight anyone who tries to hurt you and he does exactly that does not matter that he's the second youngest brother of the family, he will be beating people who do any funny stuff to you.

◈ Toxic best-friends, horrible family, rude barista, abusive relationships with anyone before, he is always there to take revenge for you, cause that's how my baby is with his S/O, he strives to make his S/O the most happiest person out there without thinking anything negative about themselves. And so honestly, it wasn't that you weren't able to fight, you just didn't because Belph fought people for you before you!

Belphegor was feeling your hands tightly wrap the bandages around his hands; on his knuckles, leaving his nimble and pretty fingers exposed as he stared at his twin, Beel chomping on something like always with one of his hands, tuning his guitar with his tail and his other hand. Solielin, Beel's girlfriend and one of your best friend, was being trained by him, she was lifting a shit ton of weight on her feet and as she did her headstand, her forearms shaking, Beel looked at her and smiling and then going back to whistling, tuning his guitar and eating.

Belphegor stood up sighing, slapping Beel's head, "She'e your girlfriend and she's getting tired, about time you life off some of the weight from her..." Belph said, smirking as Beel scoffed and pouted immediately stood up and lifted off all the weight as Solielin got back on her feet, smiling and thanking the twins. Belph, waved it off and gave her some water as Solielin sat beside you, Beel and Belph both going in one of the rings, when Solielin used magic to lift the very huge hammer and banged the huge gong.

The twins immediately lunged at each-other, as they fought, making sure not to hit on their face or private parts. As the twins fought, with intricate patterns of trying strike, kick, grapple and to hit each-other's pressure points as the other dodged, "It's a Indian martial fight, called Kalaripayattu." Solielin said as she smiled, you remember training this with her. "In this art-style people use their body to hit their opponents pressure point!!" You gave rest of the explanation while Solielin giggled as she brushed her hair behind her ears from her bun. Solielin always loves to teach something new to someone and you were always the one who listened to her. When she said she wanted to try kalaripayattu, because both her best-friend and her boyfriend and the royal men knew how to do it, she was super curious and she thought it would be a good way to let out steam, stress and anything that was bothering her, Kalaripayattu could be done by anyone, regardless of gender and age, but since she had no one to learn from, mainly cause she was so scared of telling the men that she had no previous experience in fighting, so she came to you because you knew how to fight and she asked you to train her and you both started training together!

Suddenly the deafening sound of the gong rang in the Siofra Hall. You and Solielin and the other royals who were in the Siofra Hall also covered their ears the sound causing a strong wind to disperse around the huge Hall, making both Beel and Belph tumble and thrown off balance, in middle of the fight.

As the wind dispersed, the sounds of laughter were heard from Lucifer and Mammon, as one of Diavolo's hand was glowing red as he used to magic to hit the gong. Diavolo smirking, watching the twins tumble off balance, as he apologized as Belph and Beel began their fighting again. Diavolo sat beside you, you three stood there and watched the twins fight, While Lucifer and Mammon fought in another ring.

As you stared intently, you thought about how strong Diavolo was to bang the gong so hard that a wind strong enough to knock a person off their feet when they're fighting..

"Well I'm quite strong and that's also because I train my magic quite often, but I lift the hammer on my own as well!" As if Diavolo said you were spooked out of your thoughts when you remembered that Diavolo can read human's minds. "Do you want to train with me a bit?? I can turn into a human for a few minutes while we fight as to not kill you!" Diavolo said as he tied his long red hair into a ponytail as he asked you with his black sclera eyes, gleaming a bit.

You nodded your head. As you, Solielin and Diavolo stood up as Solielin said, "Babe, I'm going upstairs to check the above rings for a bit!!" She told Beel who nodded his head in acknowledgement as he continued to fight and throw his twin brother across the ring. You, Solielin and Diavolo following you both, walked up the stairs and reached the rings on the above floor, there were two parts of Siofra hall, the downstairs part where around 14 rings were located and upstairs part where seven rings were located in front of the gong.

Diavolo in the beginning did stretches and exercises with you to warm-up, and then began teaching you both on how to sweep a person off their feet, literally, he taught you both on how to pick someone up and throw them with using least amount of energy and all that jazz. Until, Diavolo asked you to come to the ring with him as to how he could show you both how to throw someone off, he obviously wasn't gonna hurt you so he turned into a human for a few seconds, a human who wouldn't die if a hammer was dropped on their head. As you and Diavolo stood in the yellow part of the ring, you turned to look down at down stairs part, where Lucifer, Mammon, Belph and Beel weren't present anymore.

You thought, 'Hmm, they must be taking a break now, they have been fighting for a long time now!' when suddenly someone's hand was on your shoulder and as a reflect from your annoying bullies, enemies and fighting experience, you held the wrist of the person and hurled them into the gong which made a huge sound..As you hurled them, you saw their red eyes and realized that person was Diavolo, yet you couldn't stop his fall now and so out of surprise and fear you and Solielin yelled loudly. Diavolo banged into the gong, head first and slopped down as he let out a groan of pain. As you were about to go near Diavolo to apologize and help him, you were suddenly pulled into warm arms, as you were pushed into the person's shirt you smelled them and realized it was Belph.

"ARE YOU OKAY?!" Belphegor asked you with concern and worry written on his face as he cupped your cheeks and moved your head right and left to check for bruises, then he got down on his knees and checked everywhere else. As Beel checked up Solielin, Mammon was hiding his laugh as he and Lucifer helped up Diavolo, who was frozen. Lucifer tried to hide his laugh which he was good at, but he couldn't say the same for Mammon, who snorted every two seconds, Lucifer slapped him on the back of his head three times to stop..

Later as you were apologizing to a laughing Diavolo, who had already forgiven you, while Belphegor looked at that recording of you throwing Diavolo on repeat as he stared at the camera recording with heart-eyes like he was love-sick... It was really hot...

◈ Now the moment he saw you throw the literal creator of their realm, Diavolo across the room and on the end of the huge gong where he ended up crashing and making a dent into the metal gong, he realized he is probably like either a flightless mosquito who is trying to continuously bite you or a new born kitten to you....hopefully the latter..

◈ And now, you're constantly asked to spar with Lucifer, Diavolo, Mammon and basically everyone else to have fun around, if you're up for it actually, don't worry it's all in good fun you're a part of the MorningStar court family now!

◈ He will brushes around incense sticks around your head to bless you before a fight and then will slap your enemy and threaten them saying that if they hit your pretty face or neck or something happens, they will face him next and keep in mind, he doesn't forgive!

◈ Belphegor is always on the sidelines cheering you on and teaching you new ways to fight, always training you and training with you. You spar regularly with him, until he gets tired after three fights and wants to sit down then Beelze is the one whom you spar with on the regular!

◈ Belph is always waiting for you with a smile after a fight, he knows you'll win and if you don't, he on the sidelines eating his popcorn and soda, hell drop them in an instant and fight the person, does not matter who it, he will fight everyone, including his family and Diavolo, but he preferred if that didn't happen, he's very much loving of his family.

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navybrat817 · 6 months

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Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky touches on memories from the past and wants to start a new tradition with you.

Word Count: Over 2.3k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal fingering, dirty talk, slight use of knife, established relationship, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Fic #7 for Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! Newlywed Mob!Bucky won the poll.❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

A different side of Bucky came out when the leaves began to change. Subtle, but different. It wasn't noticeable to most since he showed people what he wanted them to see. It was a skill he perfected over the years, almost as if he wore a mask to hide his true self. What you saw, however, was ice in his eyes, the same that no doubt ran through his veins. Something weighed on his heart and mind.

You were determined to get to the bottom of it.

As his partner, it wasn't just your job to chase his demons away, but a need to protect him from whatever haunted or hunted him. You wanted to soothe him and let him know he wasn't alone. You knew if the roles were reversed that he'd eliminate anything or anyone that removed the light from your eyes. To have someone that loved you that much was still a bit of a dream.

How thin is the line between love and obsession?

“I can hear you thinking from here, Printsessa,” Bucky said. He knew you were watching him as he sat in his study, even as he focused on something else in front of him. He didn’t turn his back to anyone, except for you. He knew you would never put a knife in it. That was how much faith and trust he had in you. “Don’t want to join me?”

“I didn’t want to interrupt,” you replied, walking further into the room so you could get a better look at him. He had the sleeves of his button up shirt rolled up, giving you a moment to admire his metal left arm and the tattoos on the right. He commanded the room without standing.

“It's never an interruption if it's you,” he reminded you.

He twirled one of his signature knives between his fingers before he went back to work. The love of your life was an expert in many weapons, but had an affinity for knives. While it didn’t surprise you to find the head of the Bratva with a weapon in hand, you hadn’t expected to see a pumpkin in front of him. “Pumpkin carving? You’re just full of surprises.”

He snorted a little. “I like that I can surprise you.”

Watching him start to carve a pattern in the pumpkin with ease, his eyes narrowed in concentration and hand moving with care, was like a dance. He led with confidence and control. It was a beautiful thing to witness.

“Do you know why some people carve pumpkins?”

You finally took a seat beside him on the sofa, resting a hand on his thigh. His muscles relaxed and you wondered what had him so tense. “I think most do it today to decorate, but some do it to ward off evil spirits,” you said, moving your hand in slow, circular motions as he hummed in acknowledgement. “Is someone haunting you? Do I need to scare them away?”

He tilted his head, a glimmer of pride flickering in his blue eyes as he smiled. “You’d scare them away? You don't think I can handle them myself?”

“I have no doubt you could handle them on your own,” you said with complete certainty. He more than earned his Winter Soldier nickname. “But if something or someone is after you, I want to help.”

He studied you as he lowered his knife and covered your hand with his, holding it like a lifeline. Some protected and fought for him because it was their sense of duty. Others did so out of loyalty to his bloodline. You did it out of love.

Because you did love him.

“No one is after me. At least not today,” he assured you, bringing your hand to his mouth to kiss it. “But thank you.”

“Then why are you holding my hand like you can't let go?”

The look he gave you melted your heart a bit. “Because I don't want to let you go.”

It was almost as if he was worried you'd bolt if he released you. The only time you'd run would be when you wanted him to chase you. Or maybe he imagined someone would try to take you away from him. He'd never let anyone get you. “What's on your mind then?”

And how do I help?

“My family,” he admitted, your eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “My mom used to carve pumpkins. I haven't done it in years.”

You didn’t speak for a moment. His family wasn’t a topic he discussed much, so you didn’t want to say the wrong thing. “Did she teach you how?”

A faint smile appeared and fell just as quickly. “She did,” he said, admiring his handiwork. “I thought it was strange at first, you know? Encouraging me to pull out the insides and leave it hollow. And to carve a face? It almost seemed like a form of torture. Probably why dad demanded I use a decent knife.”

He didn’t hide the hint of anger when he mentioned his dad. You turned your hand over so your palm connected with his, letting him squeeze it to ground him. “But that’s not why your mom did it. She was teaching you to do something beautiful instead of harmful.”

“That's exactly what she did,” he agreed, leaning forward to pick up the knife. “It also encouraged my critical thinking skills. You can’t just dive in without a plan. You have to think it through.”

Bucky sometimes teased that his best friend, Steve, was the man with a plan. The truth was, they both were. Each brilliant in their own way, there was a reason they stayed in power and why so many feared them.

“And I felt proud when she displayed them. Valued,” he continued, his voice a little choked up before he cleared his throat. “It was a tradition I didn't realize I missed.”

Maybe the nostalgia was the reason his eyes looked a bit colder in the fall. “Sounds like a beautiful memory,” you said.

“I hadn’t formed beautiful memories in years until you came along,” he said, his lips skimming your temple. “But you're my family now.”

Tears didn't fill your eyes, but you felt them in your throat. The man was ruthless when the occasion called for it. Terrifying in his rage. You were the lucky one who would never be on the receiving end of it. Only his love. His need. But you could take his rage if you had to.

Like his old memories, you could make it something beautiful.

“You're my family, too,” you told him. You hadn't expected that of Bucky when you met and part of you wanted to stay away from the dangerous world he helped rule, but how could you not want a life with him?

His gaze softened, which warmed your heart. “And I would feel very proud if you helped me finish this,” he said, moving further back against the cushion and opening his legs for you to sit between them. “Maybe it can be the start of our own tradition.”

Your heart raced as you stood up and took a seat on the edge of the cushion, exhaling as he pressed himself against you. “I’m not good at this,” you said, closing your hand around the handle as he placed the knife in it. You didn’t want to ruin the intricate design he already worked so hard on.

His warm breath tickled your ear as he whispered, “We’ll do it together.”

“Guide me?” You asked.

“Of course, Printsessa.”

At the root of everything, Bucky was a man who didn’t want to walk this earth alone. Power and money meant nothing if he didn’t have someone to share himself with. It would’ve left him as hollow as the pumpkins he worried about carving as a child. And if helping him finish this one would make him happy, you’d do just that.

Time passed as he helped you cut into the pumpkin and urged you to follow the stencil, the smell from the pumpkin seeds off to the side bringing a pleasant layer to Bucky's woodsy cologne. There was something intimate about him having you close, his hand directing where yours should go. Like when he taught you how to properly shoot a gun. He said you didn't need his help, but he gave it to you all the same.

Your hold almost slipped when his metal hand snaked between your thighs, softly rubbing your pussy through your underwear. It barely covered your mound, just like your flimsy nightgown. “How am I supposed to concentrate?” you asked, arching as he firmly pressed his palm against you.

“You asked me to guide you. I will,” he said, the light scratch from his scruff making goosebumps rise on your skin.

“You're distracting me,” you whispered, trying to keep your breathing nice and steady.

“Would distracting you be so bad?” he whispered back close to your ear. “We're almost done.”

His fingers gently played with your clit through the fabric, drawing a breathy sigh from you as you squirmed. His almost feathery touch made you all the more determined to finish up, especially since he refused to let you close your thighs to get any friction. You were on the edge of release and he was relentless in loving you.

But he didn't let you come.

“Good girl,” he praised once you finished carving, stopping his fingers as you set the knife down. You bit back a whimper as the rising pleasure faded. “It's beautiful.”

“It is,” you breathed. Instead of a smiling face you saw on so many pumpkins around Halloween, he designed a merged sun and moon. “It's us, isn't it?”

“It is,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before he gestured for you to hand him another knife. “You're my sun.”

“That makes you my moon,” you said, stiffening when you felt the blade at your shoulder. “What are you-”

Bucky sliced through your strap and kissed your bare skin. “I'm starting a new tradition,” he said, doing the same to the other side before he slid your nightgown down. He dragged the knife across your exposed breasts, taking great care not to cut you. “Carve a pumpkin. Cut your clothes off. Make you come.”

“You mean tease my pussy without getting me off,” you said without much bite.

He chuckled, a deep rumble as he set the knife aside. “I always get you off. I’m going to make you feel so good, Solynshko.”

With gentle kisses along your jaw and neck, his large hand slid up to fondle your breasts. The rough pads of his fingers teased your nipples as you gasped and reached back to grasp his hair. He moaned as you twisted your fingers in the strands, his hand sliding down to your wet heat again. Thankfully, he didn't tease you through the fabric this time. His fingers dipped into your underwear and you knew he was eager to feel your arousal.

Everything in your core tightened when he caressed your folds. You met his gaze as you tilted your head back, wanting him to see your desperation as his gaze darkened. “Make me come, please.”

“People beg me for money. Power. Mercy,” he said in a low voice, nuzzling your cheek as he sank a finger in, your walls contracting around him. “Not you. It's only pleasure you ask for.”

“It's you I'm begging for,” you admitted in a whisper. Even when you pushed or questioned why he wanted you of all people, you gave him your love. You yielded only to him and you would never bend your will for anyone else. To deny him would be to deny yourself.

He brushed his lips along your jaw and dipped another finger in as you shuddered. “You begging for me to fuck your pretty pussy with my fingers? Make you ruin this couch before I give you my cock?”

Your head fell back against his shoulder as you bit your lip. “Yes, I am. Ruin me. Love me,” you moaned.

“I love you more than anything,” he promised as your eyes slipped shut, dots of white dancing behind your eyelids.

He gripped your jaw to turn your head back to him, seeking out your lips with his. There was nothing tentative in the kiss, his ice meeting your fire and creating an explosion of need within both of you. Your body hummed as you felt the peak of your impending climax, ready for him to tear you apart.

“Come for me, Printsessa,” he demanded against your lips.

Your pussy clamped around his fingers as you lost yourself to the daze of your orgasm, shamelessly crying out his name. Your juices dripped down his fingers as he helped you ride it out, praising you in your ear and guiding you the way he did with the carving. He was telling the truth before: He always got you off.

“Are you okay?” you asked once you caught your breath, the question you meant to ask the moment you entered his study. He seemed more at ease, though lust now clouded his eyes.

“I'm okay,” he said in a rough voice, slowly pulling his fingers out as you sagged against him. He pulled you closer, enveloping you in his strong arms. It was safe. It was home. “But I think you need my cock.”

“I think I need it, too,” you smiled once you caught your breath, knowing his cock likely twitched in his pants as he tasted you on his fingers. “And you owe me a new nightgown.”

“I ordered you a new one before you came in here,” he said, his expression smug as you turned your head to stare at him. “Now sit on my cock. We have a long night ahead of us.”

“Bossy Pakhan,” you teased.

But if giving you orgasms, ruining your clothes, and making new memories brought the light back in his eyes, you wouldn't complain.

Oh, to belong to him. Love and thanks for reading! 🧡

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Make You Mine*

Characters: So’lek and female na’vi reader

Synopsis: Jealous So’lek during hunting festival

Warnings: Jealousy, toxic behaviors, intoxication, sexual intercourse, swearing etc so 18+

Word Count: 1k

The warm glow provided by the roaring bonfire illuminates your azure skin deliciously. The snare drums and tambourines fill your ear with a salacious delight thanks to the copious amounts of fermented yovo fruit juice you’ve consumed. The heat from the fire begins to ignite your cheeks, as you dance away with your fellow clan members celebrating the bountiful hunting season.

The clanking of your beads jingle happily in your braids, twirling as you move your body to the rhythm of the music. Your arms gracefully stir, with your iridescent tassels moving like Ikran wings in the wind. “Ayeaye!” A beautiful vocalization causes you to turn around, gazing to your friend Arvok with a playful smile on his face. “Dance with me!” He grabs your hands twirling you around before you can answer him. Both of you innocently dance together with your people honoring the tradition of movement. Unbeknownst to you, a pair of jealous amber eyes bore into the back of your skull close by.

So’lek’s POV

So’lek happily sits himself down on a mossy covered log surrounding the forest clearing watching as his people joyously begin the fire dance to commence the festival celebration. He sighs a lazy sigh bringing his bowl of fermented yovo fruit juice to his lips, as the tangy liquid soothes his throat with warm delight. He gazes to the youngsters trying to mimic the movements of the seasoned warriors dancing their night away, as he hears a familiar laugh invade his ears. Looking up to the source of the sound he’s displeased to see you dance with an equally drunk Arvok.

How could a beautiful Na’vi like you, subject yourself to this amateur hunter like Arvok? Especially as his promised mate. The romantic gestures and advances he’s planned for this mating season all seem to feel out of his reach as soon as he sees Arvok’s hand slip around your narrow little waist. What was once promised to him is seemingly slipping away, unless he acts now.

So’lek quickly slurps down the rest of his drink placing the bowl on the log, making his way to the forest clearing towards you. Your cheeks are flushed with a beautiful magenta hue clearly indicating your own intoxicated state. He approaches the two of you dancing together, with a guttural growl to make his presence known. “Y/n, may I have a word?” The strain in his voice is evident of containing his evading composure waiting for your attention to be elsewhere.

You whip your head to his direction with a loose smile, “So’lek! I didn’t see you! Come dance!” You wiggle out of Arvok’s grasp and tug So’lek your way with an innocent look on your face, but he doesn’t budge. “I need to speak with you.” He booms with more confidence. Your face slowly turns into confusion, watching his unmoving expression. “O-oh. Okay.” You giggle out.

So’lek does not return the amusement as he tugs you away before Arvok can even protest. His firm grip on your wrist does not waver, bringing you over to a large tree just out of ear shot from the rest of the clan, as the music slightly dissipates. “What are you doing?” He huffs out. He feels his nostrils flare with incandescent jealousy. The primal urge to mark you right here fills his mind with grotesquely vivid images. “What do you mean? I was celebrating with my friends.” You nonchalantly reply. “No… You were dancing with Arvok; the little twerp couldn’t keep his hands of you.” He growls

Back to y/n’s POV

Your eyes slowly widen coming to the conscious realization that he’s jealous. You watch as So’lek’s pupils absolutely devour the amber hue in his eyes, as a playful smirk emerges on your face. “Oh…did you not enjoy watching as your future mate danced amongst male company?” You whisper seductively. You knew you were treading into dangerous waters, So’lek and his territorial tendencies have habit of imploding when alcohol is involved but you can’t help but feel enticed by it all.

“You know exactly what I think of that little show you put on..” He just huffs with irritation. “Baby you know I’m yours.” You cup his hot face watching his tail flick madly with irritation. “You’re a brat… and you know what happens to brats?” He steps closer until your back presses against the large tree, watching as his nose practically touches your own. The rapid beating of your heart thrums loudly in your throat anticipating his next move. This is not your future mate, but instead a hunt watching him like a Thanator stalks its prey.

“Say it.” He grows impatient. Your lip quivers with blooming arousal, feeling your own loincloth grow moist with desire. “Th-they get punished..” You squeak out. He smirks darkly, while his nimble fingers begin to tug at your beaded loincloth expertly undoing the strings. “That’s right… brats get punished.. and you know what that means?” He brings his lips to your ear causing a shiver to ripple down your spine.

“Fuck-I mean. Yes. I am yours.” You whisper softy. He chuckles removing your loincloth as it falls onto the grass with a small thwack. The cool air hits your throbbing pussy, causing it to twitch with delicious anticipation. “That’s right my little muntxate wife. Look how needy you are already.” He growls out. His large hands grip your waist harshly spinning you around so fast your brain goes numb feeling as he beckons you to press your hands against the trunk of the tree. “That’s right, hands on the tree. Your mate needs to fuck that little attitude of yours out of you hmm?” He snarls from behind.

You feel as he bucks his clothed bulge into your ass, causing a wanton moan to instinctively escape your lips. “You need to be marked… remember who you belong to…” He whispers in a strained voice as you hear him hastily undo the strings to his own loincloth.

He practically rips the material in half, tossing it to the side as his swollen cock slaps against his belly leaving the small mark of precum along his chiseled abs. “Fuck look what you do to me tìyawn love.” He brings his the swollen head of his cock to rub against your puffy lips, teasing you cruelly causing your hips to buck back into his pelvis. “So’lek! Please.” You whine out. So’lek just laughs and begins to fuck his length along your drenched entrance, slowly teasing and edging you just enough to drip onto the grass below.

“Little brats don’t get rewarded… but perhaps I will make an exception, if I get something in return.” He peppers a kiss into the crook of your neck. “Anything, truly anything So’lek.” You whine out desperate to feel his hard cock inside your walls. “Let me breed you.” He whispers. You feel your eyes almost roll into the back of your skull, nodding fast, “Yes! Please hurry!” You cry out.

So’lek watches you desperately try to fuck yourself along the length of his cock and laughs, “as you wish syulang flower.” He grabs the base of his length sliding into with ease as you practically swallow him whole. His balls twitch as he’s squeezed just right causing you both to moan in unison. “Fuck, you’re made for me..” He thrusts harshly into your silken walls with a loud thump into your ass. “Please.” You moan out. So’lek smirks knowing exactly what you want, and who is he to deny his woman?

He watches as you grip the tree tight, bringing his hips to slam once more, as he drills fast and hard into your swollen little pussy. The sound of squelching and smacking fill the forest with a disgusting erotic symphony as he feels his balls clench with an impending release. “Gonna fill you right up…” He moans into your ear. “Do it.” Your challenge just inspires a faster pace, as he literally takes you off your feet and onto your tippy toes, turning into a brutal speed.

“You’re made for me, you’re going to carry my children aren’t you brat?” He huffs into your neck feeling his pace begin to grow sloppier and sloppier. “Yes!” Your head rests in the crook of his shoulder clenching down on him so tight he swears he sees Eywa herself. The sound of your soaking wet heat and his balls slapping against your ass cause him to release his seed into your empty womb, coating it with the sticky hot liquid as you feel it immediately drip out of you. “Agh!” You squeal loudly as you feel his hand snake around to rub circles on your swollen bud. The overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim and your clit being stimulated just right, causes your body to shake violently as you squirt your juices onto his hand and wrist. “Fuck fuck fuck.” You whimper out. “Just like that, that’s a good girl.” So’lek talks you through your orgasm as if his own didn’t just almost cause temporary blindness from pure ecstasy.

“Tam tam…” he whispers gently as your twitching body begins to slow down. Your labored breathing begins to sync with one another, feeling him gently bring you back down onto the grass and turning you around to face him. Both of you look completely and utterly wrecked, with glossy eyes and loose hair sticking to your sweaty foreheads.

He gingerly wraps his hand around the back of your neck to bring you in for a passionate kiss. “Mmm” He groans into your mouth kissing you with such purpose your eyes see stars dancing inside your eyelids. “Baby…” You moan softly. He parts ways as your lips leave a trail of spit gazing into each other’s eyes. “Soon you will be swollen with my child…” He half whispers to himself cupping your toned stomach. “I guess practice makes perfect…” You giggle, as both of you slump down along the tree trunk redlining in the last remains of alcohol in your system. “A very bountiful season indeed..” He whispers

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Okay we all know this trope with Ayato and daughter of some Inazuman clan, but hear me out... Ayato and nymph from Chinju forest. He found you when he was coming from beetle fight with Itto, you were laying unconscious in this pretty, translucent dress. Of course, as a gentleman, he takes you to his manor, where you are treated properly. You can't remember who you are or what were you doing, but it's alright, he says, he will take care of you from now on 👀

WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES BACK AROUND

PAIRINGS: yandere!ayato x nymph!reader

TAGS: noncon, abuse of power, somnophilia, implied fem!chubby!reader, manipulation, creampie, breeding, shy and insecure reader, kinda lore-y?, ayato is lovesick, gaslighting, ayato is a mastermind and now you’re his

WORDS: 5.6k // crossposted on ao3 // my masterlist

NOTES: after a whole ass year, guess who’s BACK. anon, thank you so much for giving me this wonderful idea and i hope you’re still around (no mentions of itto tho, sorry ☹) as usual, college got in the way but at least i’m getting an internship this year (yay! finally getting paid lol). oddly enough, this fic was the easiest and least stressful to write despite me procrastinating it the most. i hope you enjoy a darker twist in ayato’s characterization! may you have a blessed year, readers <3

The warmth swirling in his eyes is definitely from his mother, you muse. "Thank you for not letting the history between us stop you, Sir Ayato. I know things had been rocky between nymphs and your clan ever since…" your parents passed away, but the words died on your tongue.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up."

He chuckles, surprising you. "I’m just doing my job as the Yashiro Commissioner.” He scans over your body one last time. You shiver from his gaze. “I look forward to seeing you in a healthier state.”

His scent lingers even after he leaves.

Bathing in Chinju Forest alone at night wasn't the most excellent idea.

You curse as you look around, surrounded by clear waters and tall trees. The night flowers glow a faint blue, enough for you to see a path towards the nearby Torri gate. On the side, your sister’s potion cabin is empty. From here, you can still smell a whiff of whatever Danalise was brewing hours ago before she left.

After receiving news that there are members of the Shuumatsuban waiting for them by the nymph’s dwellings, your sisters have long left before sunset, leaving you alone to bask in the peaceful forest. By this time, they must be discussing affairs with your eldest sister, Danalise, the nymph’s village chief.

As the outcast, your presence isn’t needed. It's not like your sisters ever trusted you to handle political matters or tried to include you in civic discussions, anyway. It was enough for them that you stay out of their way and let smarter and more capable people take the reins. You weren’t talented as Adasia; that birds hum along when you sing. Or Phia, whose paintings and sculptures rival those in real life. Or as smart as your favorite sister Danalise, who’s made countless nymph medicines and healed dozens of the remaining few.

But you didn’t have to be this careless.

You relax when you see your nightgown still perched by the river’s rocks. There have been multiple accounts of perverts-- ordinary men, samurais, and nobility alike-- stealing your sisters’ garments while they bathe, putting you in unease. This wasn’t your first time bathing alone, but it was your first time accidentally staying until night.

Touching the amethyst pendant of your necklace, you silently thank the Archon that no one has attempted to do such a thing. You slip your clothes on.

Well… it’s further proof that even your beauty paled compared to your sisters.

You shake your head. You chose to be alone in the first place to erase negative thoughts that have been brewing for the past week, and it frustrates you how easily it returns.

No more than five steps into the forest, a small vial silently rolls.

It was too late when you hear the glass crack beneath your hard slippers.

You retch. Losing control of your body, you double over and cough violently.

Your body falls on a nearby tree. "Someone– please– help!" You're scared and confused and alone, senses overwhelmed by the foul scent.

Your head spins. The world turns dark, and the last thing you see is pale blue hair and purple eyes.

"--ord, she's awake!" A voice calls out, and your head pounds.

Everything feels too soft.

Where were your sisters?

Footsteps arrive near you. "Good. Ayaka worries too much, and she wasn't even the one who found this cute nymph passed out on the forest floor."

Ayaka? Lady Kamisato Ayaka?

You open your eyes and see Kamisato Ayato.

On his side is Thoma. Even though you’re not close, his familiar face brings you comfort. You’ve seen him talking with your sisters every once in a while.

You sigh in relief, before tensing up again. You were inside the residence of the Yashiro Commissioner himself!

The man beside you raises his gloved hand to touch your forehead. "How are you feeling– oh!"

You squeak and block him away. "Sorry, sorry! Sorry, Lord… Sir… Ayato." You turn red. So much for good impressions. What if your sisters find out that you embarrassed yourself in front of him? "I'm really confused. Where am I?" You cringe internally. In the Kamisato Estate, of course!

He pays no mind, a shimmer of amusement in his eyes. He dismisses Thoma.

"In the Kamisato Estate, inside one of our guest rooms. You were out for a whole day," The shoji on the side of the room is open, letting in pleasant sunlight that warmed your skin. Inside your kimono is your nightgown from yesterday. Your necklace is still intact.

"I found you unconscious by the river when I was passing by Chinju Forest,” His brows furrow with concern, and you flush. You’ve heard rumors of his cold beauty, but nothing compares to seeing him up close. "I had to take you here to be treated immediately. Worry not, I already sent men to inform your sisters of your situation."

You bow, now feeling the ache of your sore body. "Thank you so much, my lord."

He shakes his head. "You need to be careful next time. Nymph or not, bathing alone in public places is dangerous."

It doesn’t help that the nymph's reputation has weakened over the past decades. We’re no longer the powerful creatures that we used to be. Your eyes remain on the pristine white sheets. “But I don’t blame you. The potion used on you was quite…”

"The potion?”

“The thing that knocked you out, (Y/N). Do you not remember?” Lord Kamisato reaches into his suit pocket and brings out what looks like a small perfume bottle, no bigger than three inches, decorated with intricate hearts on the front. "The bottle design suggests that whoever created this is from a foreign land. Sumerian, even. But I cannot be sure unless we get a hand on another sample of the liquid itself."

Your eyes widen. “You plan to catch whoever caused my… unconsciousness, my Lord?”

“Not just plan. I will catch them, (Y/N). I cannot let this happen again, and the fact that it did shows that I lacked vigilance in protecting my people.” You think it was too much effort for one simple case, but you suppress the urge to refute him and dare not interrupt. You can only be grateful for his initiative.

He puts the small bottle back in his pocket. “With that being said, I require you to stay in the Estate for a week to ensure your recovery and monitor you should there be any long-term effects.”

You freeze and the man gives you an apologetic smile. “It’s protocol, and for the best interests of all people in the community. I hope you understand, (Y/N).”

“O-Of course, my lord! I’m thankful for all of your efforts, and I’ll help your investigation as much as possible.” He smiles genuinely this time at your eagerness.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up."

He chuckles, surprising you. "I’m just doing my job as the Yashiro Commissioner, (Y/N).” He scans over your body one last time. You shiver. “I look forward to seeing you in a healthier state.”

His scent lingers even after he leaves.

Nobody arrived to pick you up one week later.

It is common knowledge to Inazumans that the nymphs from Chinju Forest have been under the Kamisatos protection since the dawn of time, as their ancestors helped each other to grow and survive through different eras. The nymphs gather resources from the forest that helped the Kamisatos grow in their administrative standing, and in exchange, the nymphs and their village are protected from invaders and political monopoly while letting them live a peaceful life. When the time came that the Kamisatos became one of the most powerful clans in the country, they never stopped supporting the nymph’s village.

It was inevitable that one of your sisters fell in love with a clan member. Whoever she was, she had long passed or had gone missing—and even your sisters who have lived longer than you refuse to talk about her.

Rumors say that the Kamisato patriarch was poisoned because a nymph had wanted his love, but he only loved his wife. And so follows the tragedy of losing both Kamisato heads that forced their children, Ayato and Ayaka, to take over their responsibilities and grow up too fast.

Hence your sisters’ fear of the Kamisatos. They have been nothing but kind during diplomatic talks, but you can’t blame them for being wary: the case was never solved, after all. When Danalise interrogated every sister to tears (including you, at such a young age) the night that the Kamisato patriarch’s death had spread around Inazuma, no one admitted anything.

As a safety net, everyone kept their distance: weekly meetings in the nymph’s village became monthly, your sisters avoided collecting food near the Estate, and the staff weren’t as friendly to them anymore.

No one from the Kamisato Estate questioned this change. The seed of distrust had already taken its root.

However, living with them proved you wrong.

Upon Lord Ayato’s absence because of the investigation, Lady Ayaka and Thoma frequently checked up on you. You couldn’t refuse when they first invited you to dinner since Thoma told you that Ayaka was often lonely, and it was rare for her to hang out and let loose with someone else. The staff had been accommodating during your stay, even going far to prevent you from doing simple chores.

You felt like a freeloader. When you insisted that you needed physical activity to speed up your recovery, the servants shook their heads politely. ‘The Commissioner’s order,’ they said.

When Ayato finally arrived home, you greeted him with utmost respect. He laughed and patted your head. “No need for the formalities, my dear. Or else I shall feel bashful that a beauty like you insist on calling me ‘sir’ or ‘my lord’.”

You can still hear his pleasant laughter in the hallways after you bolt to your room. Your scream is muffled on your pillow.

Curse your stupid crush on him.

An hour later, one of the servants knocked. “Lady (Y/N), Lord Ayato has called for you in his quarters.”

Against your will, you find yourself in front of his door. You knock twice. “Sir Ayato?”

Ayato opens the door, still wearing his travel clothes. “Come inside, (Y/N).”

As easy as breathing, you immediately recognize the woman behind him. “Dana!”

You waste no time and tackle her in a hug.

Your sister sighs and pries your arms away. "How have you been doing? Not being a burden to the Commissioner, I hope?" She’s clad in her formal garments, but something weighs down her usually confident stance.

The indifference in her eyes and cold words hurt you. You take a step back and wrap your arms around yourself.

You expected Dana to miss you as much as you did, since she was the only one who paid attention to you and cared for your well-being.

Nevertheless, her presence brought a smile to your face. It felt like home was near.

You shake your head. "No! I’ve been trying to help around the house, I promise!”

Silence encompasses the three of you. Outside, the busy staff continue working around the estate. Some are tasked to prepare a child’s room.

You bounce on your feet, oblivious to the tense atmosphere. “Sister, are we going to go home?”

"(Y/N)..." Ayato clears his throat. You look at him expectantly. "Upon consulting multiple Inazuman scholars, the potion you inhaled was reported to be a… potency potion for nymphs,” He stops, gauging your reaction.

Only the rapid beating of your heart betrays your calm façade. “What… what do you mean by that, my lord?” You ask, voice steady. You don’t want to know. You’ve had enough of potions and investigation. You just want to go home.

He briefly glances at Dana, silently asking for permission to proceed. Your sister, ever so helpful, refuses to look at both of you. Her glossy black hair covers her face as she looks down.

(Unbeknownst to you, she was seething with anger. Your sister cannot find the courage to look at you.)

Her unusual behavior puts you more on edge, like seconds before tittering off a cliff. “L-Lord Ayato,” Your voice breaks. “Please continue what you were saying.”

He takes a deep breath. “The strange potion puts you to sleep and makes your body more reactive to… stimulation. It’s highly likely that you’ve fallen victim to a person’s sinful desires.”

The whole world stops, and the room expands.

Like that night in the forest, you feel scared, confused, and alone.

You whisper. “I don’t understand.” But you do.

“It’s an aphrodisiac laced with a sleeping drug!” Dana yells, voice shrill. You visibly recoil, feeling her anger come off in waves. “It means that some scum has been planning to violate you.”

“What? I don’t…” The soreness between your thighs. Faint bruises on your wrists. A fading hickey on your neck near the back of it, one that you just noticed last night. Dana does nothing to comfort you, only glaring daggers at your shaking form. Tears well up in your eyes.

Your sister prances around the room, her heavy steps pounding your head. “I told you to go home before sundown! Why didn’t you listen to me?"

“Now, it’s highly improper to blame her,” Ayato interjects. Dana glares at him and clenches her fist.

He moves in front of you and grasps your hands. "I don’t want to delay the investigation further. We decided you can't return to our village until we catch who did this. The situation has worsened now that we know the culprit’s intentions."

"But how long would that take!" You shout.

(You miss the split second of anger in his eyes.)

You plead. "I just want to go home, Dana, please. I didn’t mean for all of this to happen."

"You might endanger your sisters, (Y/N)! We are not leading a criminal inside our home just because of your selfishness," Her words felt like death sentence. The last time you saw your sister with a hopeless look in her eyes was after she failed to catch the culprit of the Kamisato patriarch’s death.

Your soft sobs pierce the silence. "I’ll… come back for you when the time comes."

(Ayato’s hand delicately trails on the back of your neck to soothe you.)

Dana’s eyes widen, and she looks away. You don’t hear her whisper, ‘this is for the greater good.’

You’re inconsolable when the door slams and she leaves. Ayato wraps you in his arms. You don’t care if your tears soak his perfectly-ironed coat.

You spend the rest of the day in his quarters, sitting beside him while he does paperwork. He gives you a glance every once in a while, a hand rubbing circles on your back when he notices you trying to stifle your cries. Your face glows a faint red, not because of your sadness but because of his intimate actions.

He’s too close. It’s all inappropriate. You tell yourself that Lord Kamisato is just being kind.

But he’s there when you needed comfort and safety the most.

That night, you fiddle with your necklace. You vaguely remember your sisters giving this to you on your birthday.

Betrayal burns through you. You want to break it from your neck.

(You don’t.

Instead of your past, the amethyst pendant starts to remind you of the Commissioner’s eyes.)

You lose track of time. A week with no news from Dana or any of your sisters felt like agonizing years.

You’ve become restless. Every day, you ask where Ayato is.

“He’s working hard to investigate your case, Lady (Y/N).” The staff says. Their eyes that once filled with joy upon seeing you are now laced with concern and pity. “We do not know when he’ll be back.”

Being the black sheep of the nymph village is something that you accepted long ago. Still, you thought that Danalise would still fight to take you back because you trusted her as your eldest sister and your leader.

You hate that she abandoned you. You also hate that you still longed for your sisters’ presence more than anything else.

Your footsteps patter on the freshly-cleaned wooden floor. "Sir Junichi, do you know where my necklace is? It’s been missing since last night."

“Good morning, (Y/N)." The old man sneezes. On his hand is a wedding dress, elegant but dusty. The colors are vibrant and the fabric has no frays despite the old and traditional style.

You remember one of the portraits hung by the dining room where the Kamisato siblings' mother wear the exact same dress. Why is he holding that?

"I’m not sure, but I think I saw one in Lord Kamisato's office."

A faint blush appears on your cheeks when you remember the day you spent with him. "Thank you."

There was no one inside Ayato’s room, despite him being home. On the table, the rare sight of his organized documents greeted you. Several letters and a freshly inked fountain pen rest by the windows. Souvenirs from Lady Ayaka are displayed on the shelves, all with no dust. A picture of him, Thoma, Taromaru, and Lady Ayaka together in a festival is delicately pinned on the corner of the makeshift bulletin board. The sight warms your heart.

Carefully looking around, your necklace glints whilst hung on the high cabinets. You tiptoe and pull. It barely budges. You reach out and swiftly grab the necklace that the cabinet doors open.

Dozens of empty bottles roll out and you shield yourself from the fall.

A familiar rotten smell invades your scent. Your heart sinks to your stomach.

You jump on your feet and run before colliding with a body. "(Y/N)? What are you doing here–"

"Thoma!" You shout as your voice shakes in fear. "He's lying! He violated me!"

"What– who violated you? Please, breathe and calm down."

"Ayato-- Lord Kamisato–" You gasp out, realizing that Thoma is Ayato’s closest friend. "There was no one else in that forest, just him, I saw him– and he said I was violated before he arrived, and that doesn't make sense because he was there before I blacked out! Thoma, please, I know I sound crazy, you have to believe me," You tremble.

In the midst of your frantic words, Thoma appears confused. "You're saying that… it was Lord Ayato who had violated you?" He whispers carefully, hesitant with his words. You nod urgently.

Your thoughts were racing, but you knew one thing: you must get out of this place now. Thoma have always been kind, patient, and understanding, so he will believe you–

"--don't think Thoma believes a word, don't you? Leave us, Thoma."

The housekeeper pulls away from your embrace, curtsied 'm'lord' before exiting and shutting the kanban behind him.

You freeze. You should have known where his loyalties lie.

Behind you, you hear Ayato pick up one bottle. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way, (Y/N)."

You grit your teeth. “Find out what.”

“Playing dumb now that I’ve arrived?” He laughs. It sounded melodious when you first heard it; now it twisted your guts. “Not the smartest move, (Y/N).”

“I want to hear you say it. Answer me, Ayato!"

You whimper as your chin is roughly grabbed from behind, forcing you to face him. “I get that you’re upset, but I don’t appreciate the disrespect, princess. Now, let’s start.” He clasps his hand around your arm firmly. “Took you roughly two weeks to find out. Guess there's no denying that now, huh?"

"Please spare me your explanations, Lord Kamisato," You cried out, hurt and betrayal in your eyes. "I'll make sure that everyone in this Estate knows how much of a degenerate you are–let go of me!"

“The Estate," He whispers, voice a low rumble in your ear. "Is mine. Thoma continued his duties per usual after walking out. Ayaka is happy I finally found a fitting partner to continue our bloodline. My servants always kept an eye on you whenever I was gone. I watched your every move, darling."

"Your pathetic attempts to escape will be halted, and you'll end up in your room again. Worse, on mine," You pulled around and trashed, screaming and shouting and fighting before a bottle was opened, and you inhaled that scent again. "Breathe, my love.”

When you wake, your body was already in the throes of passion.

"Feeling good, love?" Ayato sighs, lost in the pleasure. He thrusts slowly inside you. "Look at us, spending the night in each other's arms like that day in the forest."

He leers at your panicked form, seeing your eyes go wide. He’s naked, and in the corner of your eye, you see his clothes discarded haphazardly in a pile mixed with yours. "Nymphs are easily swayed, aren't they? It only took a few threats to convince them to give you to me. They didn't even want money. They immediately agreed to leave you defenseless so I could finally make a move after all these years.”

You freeze and shut your eyes in response. He tuts and squeezes your neck, so you open your eyes again in fear. "Listen closely, (Y/N). You want to know the truth, right?”

“See your sister’s little cabin right there?” You squeal as Ayato grips your waist and sets you on his lap as if you weigh nothing. “That’s where she does her little experiments, no? Did she tell you what she was brewing that day they left you on the river?” You whimper in response, dreading whatever he will say next. You don’t want to believe it.

Ayato laughs, his hot breath ghosting your neck. You shiver in response. “That’s right. The aphrodisiac I’ve been pretending to ‘investigate’. I guess I still have to thank her.”

He embraces you closer, a hand snaking to cup your tits. You try to slap his hand away, but he grasps your wrists with his other hand. "Ah ah. You need to behave if you want me to tell you the whole story.”

“I have no use for your stupid stories,” You spat.

“Really now? Don’t you want to know what happened to your sister who wanted to seduce my father?”

You have no answer. All your life, you’ve always wondered if someone out there knew the truth.

He speaks before you say your answer. “Little one… no one poisoned my father.”

You stop. “What?”

Ayato hums. “It was an accident; he explored the woods one night and accidentally ventured too deep until he was lost, tired, and hungry. Fortunately, he saw a cabin. Your sister’s cabin. Unfortunately, your sister stupidly stored her toxic potions near the entrance door. With no light, he accidentally knocked down one strong enough to kill him. One small bottle was enough to take his life," He whispers. "It’s been ten years since then. Nobody knew but me… until I decided it was time for your clan to face the repercussions."

“That hag Danalise begged; you know. She asked that I spare the rest of you from punishment and take her instead. But I wanted nothing to do with that stupid wench.” He suddenly bites down your neck, and you yelp. He then caresses the hickey with his tongue to soothe the area. “But you, my dear (Y/N)…” He growls. “I wanted everything to do with you.”

You don’t want to believe it. Under the night sky, wetness dripped from your pussy to his thighs, reminding you that his thickness had been inside you twice without you knowing. This bewitching, powerful man is utterly, completely obsessed with you.

"So I became the sacrificial lamb?" You hiccupped. “Jokes on you, I’m the worst one. Any of my sisters could’ve been a better pick.” You press on. There’s nothing to lose anymore. Everyone you knew betrayed you.

"There’s that sad look on your face again." He gently takes your chin to face him. A look of adoration crosses his eyes and you look away, feeling vulnerable. “I picked you, (Y/N). Not any of them. You.”

"After my father's death, I was angry. I loathed your family. I instructed my people to watch out for you nymphs, especially those who dare go near our territory," He whispers, and you reel back. "Imagine my surprise when my people told me there was one naive enough to bathe alone in the forest. I had to go and see you for myself. Then I saw you… your body, naked as the night… your curves glistening in the moonlight."

“My decision was made from then on.” You don’t resist when his hand drops down to your pussy and starts to rub your folds. Your aching core is overstimulated and sensitive at the same time. “An eye for an eye. You shall be my wife, and I will do anything I can to ensure you’ll be mine.”

His hand stroking you, rubbing you in places that no one ever had, has your mind reeling from pleasure. In your calmer state, you’ve become less resistant to his touches, and your body starts to ache for more. Your face flushes at the sound of the slick between your thighs.

You hate him, you hate him, you hate him.

He grinds his palm to your aching clit, and you moan. “Ah—my lord!”

Ayato smirks and lets out a small laugh. “That’s a good girl. Feels good, doesn’t it?” He whispers, nibbling the shell of your ear. “I told you I won’t hurt you, sweetheart. Here, lie on the grass," He carefully puts you down on the cool land and spreads your legs.

You fluster at his ravenous gaze, staring intently at your dripping pussy. Laying bare in front of a man for the first time—your captor, no less—awakens something primal inside you. “Gods, look at you. Your pussy is pretty just like the rest of you. Couldn’t stop thinking about this every day for the past month since I first laid my eyes on it.”

Ayato presses his face flush against the inside of your thighs, face dangerously close to your core. You mewl– both in pleasure and shame of him seeing your intimate part up close. "Am I the first man to taste you, my love?"

When you refuse to look at him to answer, he chuckles lightheartedly, underneath, full of lust. "I would've known if you had lain with another, sweetheart. Anyone who attempted would’ve been executed and disappeared." You feel his arm tighten the grip around your waist, possessive and dominating. "Nymphs are famous for their sweet ambrosia, am I right?"

Ayato dived in and licked a strip of your core.

Your hands tighten on his pale blue tresses, unconsciously pulling him closer. "My lord, please stop! I don't want this– oh!"

"You taste exquisite, my darling," He growls. The man feels his chest emitting a growl, beastly and unlike anything he's felt before. "I could eat you up all night and never get tired. You’re the best meal I've ever had."

And he does, slurping and licking for what seems like forever while you moan and keel to his tongue. You're lost in the pleasure, unintendedly singing such beautiful high-pitched noises that sent arousal to his groin. His cock is painfully hard, and he wants to break you. He grips your thighs stronger and circles his tongue on your clit.

You feel a tightening coil inside your stomach. You pant. "My lord, please, I don't know what's happening,"

"Let go. Come," He says, and everything around you explodes in white-hot pleasure.

You were too dazed and disoriented to realize that you passed out for a few seconds because the next thing you know, you woke up to Ayato pressing soft kisses on your shoulders. "Stay awake, my love. We're not yet done."

Too exhausted to protest, your whole body relaxes. Ayato sighs and kisses your hair, fingers trailing down your strands.

He's proud of the mess he made you.

He cups your breasts and you gasp, body succumbing to his touch. You think it's dangerous that you slowly become familiar and yearn for his touch, but it's not so bad either.

With every touch, you feel appreciated and worthy of attention.

Above all, you feel loved.

You look at him again, naked and skin glistening in the moonlight. His pale blue hair is loose, draping around his shoulder like shiny ribbons.

He's as handsome as the day you first saw him in the Estate.

"Oh?" Ayato teases. "You're the beautiful one here, sweetheart. I am merely your worshipper tonight."

He positions your thighs, opening them once again. You whine when he strokes your tender folds. Between your legs and his is his cock, huge and throbbing with dripping beads of precum. He takes your hand and lets you grip it gently. "You feel that, baby? This is only for you."

It twitches on your hand. You tug it, and he moans.

"It’s—it’s big," He kisses your burning cheeks. "Darling, don’t worry. I would never hurt you. Come, put your arms around me," He places your languid arms around him. Your hold on him is tense. "It's okay, baby. You can scratch me if it's painful; I won't get mad." Your lips melt into his again; your breaths become fogs mingling. "Ready?"

He puts the tip in, and you feel stinging the stretch of his cock that you arch your back and shudder. Your nails leave marks on his back. Ayato hisses. "Archons, you're so tight… Princess, are you okay?"

"Y-Yes," You mutter. "I think so. A-ah… you're so big, my lord."

Pride swells in his chest. "You made it that way. Tell me when you've adjusted, okay? I'm not going to move unless you tell me to," His eyes brimmed with fondness and affection that it made your heart skip a beat. A glimpse of what Ayato truly felt for you; aside from his sick obsession, he was a man who truly adored you and is willing to serve all your desires. "Stay still, doll. Don't worry about me. Try to relax."

After a few moments of shifting, you’ve become accustomed to his size. He fits perfectly. "I-I'm okay. Please… take me."

Ayato goes in deep, fully sheaths himself inside you, and he feels as if everything he’s ever experienced was made for this moment. "Gods, thank you so much for allowing me to do this, sweet girl. I love you so much. Always have."

And so he lost himself between you, the stars, and the mysteries of Chinju forest. He thinks about when he first saw you and swore to himself that you would be by his side and how this was finally the culmination of his dream. He thrusts wild as if memorizing the spots with the most of your pleasure and ram himself like a man driven mad by passion and lust.

"Ah, I should take you back to the Estate after this, no?" Ayato grunts when he feels you tighten around his length. Your spongy walls feel like paradise. "Make you my wife. It won't be easy, but I could clear your name, and your sisters will live peacefully," He reaches out to toy with your breasts, letting them mold on his hand. "I'll give you the best life I have to offer, (Y/N). You'll be mine, and I'll be yours. Just say yes."

He continues, murmuring ramblings that you don't even understand because of the rapture you're in. You feel the coil building up again, and Ayato does too, as he fucks into you faster and almost losing his grip. "Please, let's cum together. Be with me, sweetheart."

Both of you slowly lose yourselves and– "Ah!"

The two of you explode in pleasure, and only the forest hears your loving cries. Your fine nails break his porcelain skin, leaving a trail of red behind. Ayato holds you closer, molding perfectly into each other as you both chase your highs under the night sky. He kisses you again, and you return his efforts this time, finding that his lips are far softer and less suffocating when he’s gentle. You think feel a stray tear from his eyes escape. “Lord Ayato… please take me home.”

"Ah, I love you so much," He whispers. He looks at your afterglow, all dopey and tranquil. He thinks about the necklace you left in the Estate. He’ll give you much, much more. "I'll make a future with you."

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