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queenshelby · 8 months

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Auctioned (P. 4)

Pairing: Dom! Thomas Shelby x Virgin! Reader

Warning: SMUT!

The night of nights had finally come and you stood nervously in your lavish bedroom of Arrow House, the place you now called home. It was all so overwhelming - the grandeur, the opulence, and the weight of the responsibility that came with being in the service of Thomas Shelby, the infamous leader of the Peaky Blinders.

Tonight, was the night you would be losing your innocence to this man, and with this on your mind, you were startled when, suddenly, the door creaked open, and Alison sauntered in with a knowing smirk. She had been tasked with preparing you for your first time, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of anxiety and curiosity.

"Alright, darling, let's get you ready," Alison said, her voice filled with a mixture of sympathy and matter-of-factness. "We'll start with a bath. It's important to be clean and presentable for what's to come."

As you undressed, Alison filled the large, marble bathtub with warm water, fragrant oils, and rose petals. The room was filled with an intoxicating scent as you stepped into the water, feeling a strange mix of comfort and apprehension.

"I know this is all new to you, and it won't be easy, my dear. Thomas is a man who knows what he wants, and he takes it without remorse,” Alison said, handing you a soft sponge. "But trust me, whilst Thomas Shelby may be rough around the edges, he does have an eye for innocence. He is a complex man. But he's also passionate and caring, in his own twisted way, and you may even enjoy yourself."

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest, unsure of what lay ahead.

And then, you tilted your head, curiosity getting the better of your fear. "What is it that he sees in me you think? I am sure he could have money women for free,” you wondered as Alison's eyes sparkled mischievously.

"He sees a vulnerability that he can't resist. A purity that he longs to corrupt,” she determined as she gently washed your body, guiding your hesitant hands along your curves.

"Remember, he likes to be in control. Don't resist him," Alison said, her voice filled with a hint of warning. "You're here to please him. Understood?"

You nodded again, the weight of the situation sinking in. The thought of pleasing Thomas Shelby felt both terrifying and strangely exciting.

Once the bath was over, Alison helped you out and wrapped you in a fluffy towel. She sat you down on a plush velvet chair and moved to a nearby vanity, where she laid out an array of cosmetics.

"Now, my dear, let's talk about what to expect," Alison said, her voice tinged with a mix of anticipation and compassion. "It may hurt, and there may be some blood since it is your first time. It's perfectly normal, love. Thomas won't be fazed by it, and neither should you."

You bit your lip, your anxiety swirling like a storm inside you. You hadn't anticipated the reality of the situation being so raw and gritty. But you were committed, having agreed to Thomas Shelby's terms.

Alison then handed you a small bottle of painkillers, a stark reminder that this encounter would not be without its consequences. "Take these before you go to him. They will help with any discomfort you may feel afterwards. You can thank me later," she smirked as your trembling hand took the vial, the tiny capsules, a stark reminder of the pain that awaited you.

Numbly, you accepted the painkillers, but your mind was filled with a flurry of thoughts. Was this really what you had signed up for? Was it worth it?

Sensing your doubt, Alison leaned in closer, her voice low and gentle. "Honey, I won't sugarcoat it. Thomas has tastes that may seem unconventional to you. But you must do as you're told and please him, in return of which he will look after you,” she explained.

Her words offered a small glimmer of reassurance, but deep down, you couldn't shake the nerves and uncertainty that clung to you like a heavy fog.

Alison stood up and retrieved a beautifully embroidered silk robe from the wardrobe. She helped you slip it on, tying the delicate sash with a practised touch.

"Now that you're ready, my dear, let's talk about what Thomas expects from you," Alison said, her tone shifting to a more direct and business-like demeanour.

You leaned in, hanging on her every word, desperate to understand your role in this twisted dance of power and desire.

"Thomas likes it when you're attentive and when you anticipate his needs," Alison explained, her voice laced with a hint of admiration. "He's a dominant man, and he expects you to submit to his commands. You already had some practice this week, and I doubt that he would go as far as he usually does with me. That will happen in due course” Alison explained and, again, you nodded while fidgeting with the sash of the robe, trying to come to terms with the contradictory nature of Thomas Shelby. A man of darkness and light, capable of both cruelty and compassion.

"Now, let's talk about clean-up," Alison continued, a hint of mischief glinting in her eyes.

"To avoid any unwanted consequences, you'll want to take some precautions after your encounter," Alison told you and her tone held a hint of macabre humor, as if she were discussing the mundane rather than the grotesque.

She took you to a small room adjoining the chamber, where supplies awaited. Bottles of antiseptics, cotton swabs, and instructions that felt more like warnings. It was a ritual you must perform after every encounter with Thomas.

"You'll need to be thorough," she explained, her fingers gently demonstrating the motions. "Cleanse yourself of his touch, his seed. We can't afford any slip-ups, my dear."

The realisation of what she meant hit you like a punch to the gut. The thought that this encounter could lead to something more permanent than just a night of submission and pain hadn't crossed your mind until now.

"But what if I'm..." you whispered, your voice barely audible. "What if I'm with child?"

Alison's eyes softened for a moment, a glimmer of empathy breaking through the walls she had built around herself. "Then you'll do what you must. But let's hope it doesn't come to that."

The words hung in the air, the weight of the unsaid echoing in the silence. You knew what she meant - the desperate measures that would need to be taken if you were to avoid the consequences of bringing a Shelby child into this world.

"Now, love, I've taught you all I can for tonight but if you need anything, if there's anything you're unsure of, don't hesitate to come to me. I'm here for you,” Alison finally told you before leaving you to your own devices.

Gratitude welled up within you as a small smile tugged at the corners of your trembling lips. In this dark world, you had found an ally, someone who understood the intricacies and dangers that lay ahead.

You took a deep breath, drawing upon the newfound strength that Alison's words had instilled in you. Ready or not, you were about to face Thomas Shelby, the enigmatic and dangerous man who held your fate in his hands.

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The hallway outside the bedroom was dimly lit, its worn carpet muffling the sounds of your anxious footsteps. As the door to Thomas' bedroom came into view, your heart began to race, pounding in your chest like a drum.

You hesitantly pushed open the door and stepped inside, feeling the weight of his gaze immediately upon you. The atmosphere in the room was heavy, suffused with his dominant presence. Each step closer to him felt like walking to the edge of a precipice, unsure of what lay below.

Thomas Shelby, the formidable leader of the Peaky Blinders, sat on a luxurious armchair near the fireplace, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. His intense gaze locked onto you, causing a shiver to cascade down your spine. "Ten thousand pounds, eh," he quipped, his voice laced with arrogance.

You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. "I hope you won’t regret it, Mr. Shelby," Your eyes darted around the room, unable to meet his piercing gaze. The nervousness in your voice was palpable.

Thomas then stood up and circled you, his eyes tracing every contour of your body, his gaze filled with undisguised hunger. "I won’t," he then said, before making his first command.

“Now undress,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for disobedience. With trembling hands, you began to peel away the layers of protective silk, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks as your vulnerability became more exposed with each passing second.

“Show yourself to me, Love. Show me your innocent body,” he then cued and your heart skipped a beat as Thomas' words infiltrated your mind.

The contrast of light against shadow, innocence against raw power - it captivated you and frightened you all at once. Thomas moved closer, breathing in your delicate scent, his fingertips grazing the fabric of the robe that still hugged your trembling form. He leaned down, his voice seductive and filled with authority.

"Remember, Love, you are mine tonight. Every thought, every breath, every moan belongs to me. You are my property,” he told you as his gaze roamed over your trembling form, his lips curling up into a satisfied smirk.

You nodded, your voice failing you once again. You were but a canvas, ready to be painted with the brushstrokes of Thomas Shelby's desires. Slowly, Thomas stepped back, his eyes locked on yours as he began to strip away his tailored suit. The muscles of his chest and abdomen rippled with each movement, revealing a powerful physique that left you breathless. The air in the room crackled with a potent mix of anticipation and apprehension. There was a dance happening, an intricate choreography that only Thomas knew the steps to.

"Come closer," Thomas commanded, his voice soft but commanding and you took a hesitant step forward, the floor cool against the soles of your feet, your heartbeat hammering in your ears.

In that moment, the line between fear and desire blurred, and you knew you were at the mercy of a man who thrived on both. He circled you like a predator stalking its prey, his fingers grazing the soft skin of your exposed neck. A shiver ran down your spine, your body instinctively seeking the warmth and safety of his touch.

"Your sister wasn't wrong, eh," Thomas mused, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "There is a certain innocence about you, a vulnerability that intrigues me. It's rare in this world."

“My sister?” you asked, trembling, as you dared to look into his eyes, searching for any cracks in the façade. But all you found was an enigmatic intensity, a fire that consumed everything in its path.

“Your sister was the one who suggested that I attend the auction which I, may add, I considered to be somewhat distasteful,” Thomas pointed out and, whilst you had so many questions now, you knew that they all would have to wait when Thomas leaned in, his lips brushing gently against your ear as he whispered, sending delicious waves of electricity through your entire being. "But, enough of that now. Tonight, I will show you what it means to be mine and you will submit to me, completely," Tommy said and, with that, Thomas took your hand and led you towards the bed.

The soft sheets cradled your weight as he gently pushed you onto the mattress, his dominance like a spell that held you captive. His touch was electrifying, searing your skin as his hands roamed every inch of your trembling body. Each caress, each brush of his fingertips, sent quivers of anticipation through your core.

"Do you trust me, Love?" Thomas asked, his voice dripping with a mix of lust and possession. It was a question that held more weight than mere words could convey. You looked deep into his eyes, seeing the raw vulnerability that lay hidden beneath the layers of darkness.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I trust you." A fierce fire ignited within Thomas' gaze, his control slipping for a moment as he passionately claimed your lips, his kiss a mixture of tenderness and hunger. It was a whirlwind that consumed you, making you lose all sense of time and space.

Every touch of his lips, every stroke of his fingers, made you forget about everything else except his commanding presence. He expertly navigated your body with the view of getting you ready for the inevitable.

"Spread your legs, Love. Let me see how wet you are," Tommy commanded, his voice low and husky. Your heart hammered in your chest as you followed his instruction, your breath coming in short gasps.

"You are fucking soaking, eh," he determined, his finger stroking your inner thigh. "You really want me to fuck that virgin hole of yours, don't you Love?" he then asked with a devilish grin. Your face flushed red, your eyes fixed on the ceiling, unable to meet his gaze. The thought of giving yourself to him, of surrendering yourself completely, both terrified and excited you.

He pulled you closer, his large hands tracing gentle circles across your back.

"I can see it in your eyes, you want this," he murmured, his breath tickling your ear. Your heart hammered wildly in your chest, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body as you pressed against him.

"I do, Mr. Shelby," you gasped nervously as he slid his hands along your hips, guiding you to straddle him. "But I am scared that it will hurt," you then admitted as your body shook slightly, fear and excitement coursing through you as you felt his fingers teasingly brush against your entrance.

"Don't worry, love," he whispered into your ear, his deep voice a soothing balm to your racing thoughts. "It will hurt, but only for a little bit. I won't fuck you until I make sure that you are ready," he assured you before beginning to trail kisses down your body.

"I will use my tongue on you first, sweetheart. Just like last night, eh" Tommy determined, his eyes burning with intensity. Your heart raced at the thought of what he meant, and the thought made you even more aroused. You nodded, unable to speak due to the throbbing pulse between your legs and Tommy smiled knowingly, adoring your shyness.

As he slowly lowered himself to your level, his gaze fixated on yours, ensuring you were comfortable with every move he made. His hands caressed your hips and thighs, easing any discomfort that might arise from his actions.

Thomas's lips brushed gently against your sensitive skin, trailing tender kisses along your neck and shoulders. "Trust me, Love," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. As you allowed yourself to melt into his embrace, you couldn't help but acknowledge the intoxicating sensation that overtook you with each deliberate stroke of his fingers, each soft press of his lips.

Eventually, then, he reached your glistening core and started circling it with his tongue, eliciting soft moans from you as he explored every inch of your nether regions.

Gently, he lifted your leg, spreading you wider with his firm hands, taking full advantage of your submission. You gasped as he probed deeper, teasing your tightness with his tongue, drawing tiny circles around your entrance.

"Fuck, you taste amazing," Tommy groaned, his voice thick with desire. He continued to torment you, pushing you further and further along the edge of ecstasy. With each flick of his tongue, your body seemed to writhe with uncontrollable pleasure.

"Please, Mr. Shelby..." you begged, your voice hoarse from the intensity of your arousal.

Tommy smiled, knowing he had you exactly where he wanted you. He continued to torture you with his skilled mouth, pushing you to the precipice of orgasm.

You squirmed underneath him, trying to find some sort of release. The tension built up inside you, reaching almost unbearable levels.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the pressure growing stronger. "Tommy!" you cried out, your body shuddering violently. "Tommy, please! I need..." You didn't get to finish your sentence, as he shifted his position and smiled.

"No, Love. I won't let you cum until I fucked you thoroughly with my cock," Tommy smiled, unbothered by the fact that you had just dropped the formalities and called him by his first name.

The way he said it, so matter-of-factly, made you realize how much power he held over you, your body. It was an erotic thrill, the thought of being taken by him, of surrendering your body fully to his demands.

"Now, get on to all fours for me Love. It is time!" Tommy ordered, causing you to swallow hard, thinking that this position in particular would be more uncomfortable than you had anticipated.

Nevertheless, you complied, getting onto all fours, presenting your backside to him. You heard the rustle of the sheets behind you, as Tommy undressed, tossing the remainder of his clothes carelessly aside. His powerful presence filled the room, leaving no doubt as to whose domain it truly was.

Your breath hitched as he came up behind you, his hands resting lightly on your hips. He took his time, running his fingers lightly over your body, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.

The anticipation was almost unbearable, and yet you couldn't bring yourself to ask him to hurry.

"Are you ready for my cock, Love?" he asked, his voice laced with authority. Your heart pounded faster, the thought of him filling you, bringing not only terror but also a strange sense of exhilaration.

"Yes," you managed to utter, feeling a flush of pride at your own boldness. "I am ready, Mr. Shelby." Your words carried a newfound confidence, a sense of control that had been missing earlier.

Tommy smiled, pleased by your bravery. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. "Good," he whispered.

"I expect you to take it like a good girl, eh? And I want you to hold nice and still when I fill you," Tommy told you and you could hear the excitement in his voice, a fervour that mirrored your own. He lubricated his fingers, preparing himself for the task ahead. Gently, he pressed a single digit into your entrance, causing you to gasp and clench involuntarily. Slowly, he worked another finger inside of you, stretching you incrementally, building up to what was about to happen next.

"Relax, Love," he instructed gently, his fingers working rhythmically in and out of you. "Let yourself feel the pleasure I'm going to give you." Your breathing became increasingly erratic, your entire focus narrowed to the point where you could only concentrate on his touch.

But, just before you could cum, Tommy removed his fingers and replaced them with his thick cock, which now pushed against your entrance.

"I am going to push in now," Tommy warned you and your eyes widened, your body trembling with anticipation and fear. But there was also a sense of triumph, as if conquering something deeply personal, something that made you feel both vulnerable and powerful at the same time.

You braced yourself, tensing as he began to push into you while you held on to one of the pillows.

"It hurts," you cried out while Tommy watched as his thick length pushed past your pussy lips as he forced another inch into you.

"It's okay, Love. Breathe through it," he murmured, gripping your hips tightly. He knew that you were new to this, that it wouldn't come naturally to you. But you had to learn, you had to adapt.

You gritted your teeth, tears stinging your eyes, feeling the pain sear through your body.

"You are doing well. I am halfway in," Tommy told you as, eventually, he could feel your barrier. Your body tensed even more, but he kept pushing, gradually forcing your virgin walls to yield to his advance.

"This is your first time," he said, his voice full of admiration. "And I will be the one to claim your innocence, eh," Tommy groaned as, with a final forceful thrust, he was entirely sheathed within you, filling you completely.

"Fuck, you are tight," you then heard Tommy curse as you felt a warm kind of liquid tickle down your inner thighs, which you knew may have been blood as Alison had warned you to be the case.

Your body was on fire, and it was only now that you realized the true extent of the physical impact of what had just occurred.

"You are not so innocent anymore," Tommy groaned before slowly beginning to thrust in and out of you and you closed your eyes, trying to ignore the pain.

Your body ached everywhere, yet a strange kind of pleasure mixed with the pain coursed through you.

"Now tell me Love, who do you belong to?" Tommy asked, his voice gruff with desire. You couldn't believe you were really having this conversation, yet somehow, the heat of his body against yours and the ache inside you caused by his cock, made you believe it was real.

"I belong to you, Mr. Shelby," you replied, your voice shaking slightly. Despite the immense pain, your response was met with a smile of approval from Tommy.

He pulled out slightly, allowing you a moment to catch your breath, before plunging back in, harder this time.

"That's right Love. You belong to me," he groaned as he picked up the pace, thrusting into you harder and faster. Your body was starting to adjust to the intrusion, and despite the pain, a deep and powerful wave of pleasure washed over you with each thrust. The rhythmic slap of his hips against yours filled the room, drowning out everything else.

You bit your lip, trying to maintain composure as you clung desperately to the pillow, your nails digging into the fabric. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, but you weren't quite there yet.

Just as you were about to reach the peak, Tommy suddenly stopped, pulling out of you with a grunt.

"What are you doing?" you cried out, frustrated and disoriented by the sudden change.

"Shhh, Love," he whispered, placing a finger on your lips. "Just trust me." His intense gaze held yours, making it difficult for you to resist him. You nodded hesitantly, unsure of what he had planned.

Without warning, Tommy scooped you up in his arms, carrying you effortlessly across the room.

You gasped in surprise, wondering what was happening.

"Where are we going?" you asked nervously, unable to hide your apprehension.

"Trust me, Love," Tommy reassured you with a gentle smile. "You'll see."

As he reached the window, he carefully lowered you onto the ledge, standing close enough to support you if needed. Together, you looked out over the land surrounding Arrow House, the moonlight casting a silver glow upon the landscape below as well as the streets of Birmingham, far in the distance.

"Do you see this?" he asked, gesturing toward the breathtaking view. "This is mine. All of it. Everything you see here, belongs to me." He paused, turning to face you with a look of determination in his eyes. "You too, belong to me. You are my fucking property and I want you to remember that every time you look at these streets, these buildings, everything that makes up this empire."

A cold chill ran down your spine, understanding the weight of his words. You were nothing more than a possession, belonging to him like any other material thing he owned.

The thought of being considered as valuable as the buildings below filled you with both anger and shame. You wanted to argue, to protest, but you couldn't deny the truth in his words.

"Now bend down, Love. I want to fuck you some more," Tommy growled, his voice low and commanding. Feeling the power in his words, you bent over the ledge, presenting yourself to him once again. He grabbed your hips firmly, positioning you perfectly. The wind gently brushed against your skin, chilling you to the core, but it didn't stop you from obeying him.

"That's it, good girl," he cooed as he lined himself up with your sore entrance again.

You felt the familiar burning sensation as he entered you once more, your muscles struggling to relax around his sizeable member.

"Remember, you belong to me, and I can do whatever I want with you," Tommy reminded you as he started to thrust into you.

Your cheeks flushed red as you felt a mixture of humiliation and arousal at his words.

You bit your lip hard, trying to focus on anything but the sensation of him sliding in and out of you.

With every thrust, you could feel him claiming you, marking you as his own. The intensity of his grip on your hips left no doubt about the strength of his dominance over you. It was as though he was branding you with his touch, leaving an indelible mark that would forever be a part of you.

"Come on, Love," he urged, his voice rough with passion.

"Take me deeper." You obeyed instinctively, burying your nails into his shoulders, holding onto him for dear life. The pleasure-pain combination was reaching new heights, making you realize how unprepared you were for this intense experience.

As the tempo increased, the wind howled, matching the frenzy of your own cries. The air turned colder, sending shivers through your body, only making you crave more of his touch.

"You are making a mess all over the floor Love," Tommy groaned playfully, his grip on your hips tightening.

"I am sorry," you managed to utter, barely able to form the words due to the intensity of the sensations coursing through you.

"No apologies," he snapped, a dark gleam in his eye. "You enjoy it, don't you? Letting yourself go, feeling the sensations washing over you."

"Yes," you moaned, finding yourself helplessly lost in the moment.

"Good girl," he praised, his thrusts becoming even more forceful.

"Keep looking out, let it remind you whose property you truly are." You obeyed, feeling your resolve waver under the intensity of his touch. The cold wind whipped against your skin, adding another layer of discomfort to your situation. Yet, the pain seemed to amplify the exquisite pleasure coursing through your body.

His grip on your hips tightened as he continued to move in and out of you, the rhythm matching the beat of your heart.

Your cries became louder, mingling with the wind and echoing through the silent corridors of Arrow House. As your body trembled from the intense sensations, you tried to suppress the growing fear that overwhelmed you. How could you possibly give yourself fully to such a man without losing yourself in the process?

With each thrust, you felt your connection to Thomas deepen, your vulnerability exposed, and your independence diminished. You found yourself struggling to reconcile the reality of your situation with the idealized image of love and devotion you had envisioned for yourself.

"Do you want to cum?" Tommy eventually asked, seeing that you could not take too much more of this.

You nodded vigorously, eager to release the pent-up tension coursing through your body.

He continued to thrust into you at a faster pace, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. You felt a building pressure within you, an uncontrollable need to explode.

"Cum for me, Love," he commanded, his grip on your hips tightening further.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, engulfing you in a wave of pleasure unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

Your entire body shook with the intensity of it, your grip on the ledge tightening almost painfully.

"So good, isn't it?" Tommy asked, his eyes burning with pride. You couldn't find the words to answer him, still reeling from the aftershocks of your climax as he sped up again, finding his very own release.

Sweat dripped down your forehead, mingling with the tears that stained your cheeks. The cold wind whipped against your heated skin, adding another layer of discomfort to your situation. Yet, the pain seemed to amplify the exquisite pleasure coursing through your body.

"Almost there Love. I am going to cum in this virgin cunt of yours, eh" Tommy groaned loudly, the sound filling the quietness of the night as your orgasm subsided and you felt increasingly sore.

"You better learn to love this feeling because it's going to become the norm. I will fill your holes with my cum every fucking day from now on," Tommy howled as he thrusted into you harder and you tried to catch your breath as you struggled to understand the extent of your submission to him.

His harsh, possessive tone only served to make you tremble in fear and arousal simultaneously. You knew then that there was no escape from this life, no way to break free from his grasp.

"Y/N," he growled, pounding into you with renewed ferocity. "Your body belongs to me. Your pleasures are mine to control. Do you understand?"

Swallowing thickly, you nodded reluctantly, your throat raw from earlier cries. "Yes," you whispered, barely audible even to yourself.

"Good girl," he praised, his thrusts becoming even more forceful as your cries became louder, mingling with the wind and echoing through the silent corridors of Arrow House.

"Now, hold nice and still for me, eh" Tommy groaned, pulsating inside of you, and filling you with his warm seed.

"Fuck," Tommy groaned, pumping himself into you until he finally shot his entire load into you.

His body convulsed in ecstasy, and you felt the hot stickiness of his semen pouring into you, mixing with your very own wetness and the blood from your torn innocence until, eventually, he pulled out of your sore pussy.

"Look at that Love. Look at you leaking my cum," Tommy cooed, forcing you to turn around and making you look down at your soiled body, stained with his seed and the evidence of your lost virginity.

"It's going to happen a lot more often now, eh?" Tommy smirked while your body was still trembling from the force of your orgasm.

"Yes Mr. Shelby. I will be at your service whenever you need," you said, your voice wavering slightly as you regained your composure. You looked away, unable to meet his gaze as you processed the implications of his last statement.

"Good girl," he said, the praise laced with his characteristic blend of authority and desire. He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, causing you to flinch involuntarily. His eyes flashed with a mix of tenderness and menace, his expression conveying the complexity of his feelings towards you.

You took a deep breath, trying to regain your bearings after the intense encounter.

You stared at the mess you had made on the floor, feeling a strange mixture of shame and excitement. You glanced back at Thomas, who stood proudly watching you with a satisfied grin on his face. Your heart raced as you began to comprehend the true extent of your predicament – you were now owned by him, bound to fulfill his desires whenever he wished.

As you stood there, the wind whipping around you, you realized just how far you had come from the innocent young woman you once were.

"Now, you should get cleaned up Love. I am sure Alison explained the procedure to you?" Tommy asked casually, breaking the silence that had fallen upon you both.

"Yes, she did. She said it is to avoid pregnancy," you answered, feeling a sudden surge of panic at the thought of getting pregnant.

"Correct, so I will leave you to it, eh?" Tommy smiled, his fingers brushing against your cheek affectionately.

"Thank you, Mr. Shelby," you replied, attempting to mask your anxiety behind a veil of gratitude.

He gave you a slight nod before turning and walking towards the door, leaving you alone to process the events of the evening.

Standing there, you found yourself surrounded by the evidence of your defilement - the sweaty sheets tangled around your legs, the faint scent of sex in the air, and the knowledge that your innocence was irreparably shattered. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you thought about the future that lay ahead of you.

Even though you had been warned about what might happen, experiencing it firsthand left you reeling.

Your entire body ached from the intense physical exertion, yet your mind still buzzed with the aftermath of your loss of innocence. The cold draft of the night seeped through the open window, chilling your naked skin and reminding you of the vulnerability you felt.

This was your life now and, for some twisted reason, you already enjoyed it.

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kittyscupcakeandbunny · 9 months

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CRAZY OVER YOU x MIN YOONGI

[HYBRID AU]

PART TWO

Bath me with your love

Side Characters: Namjoon/doctor, Seokjin/doctor, Taehyung/Hybrid Tiger, Jungkook/Hybrid Bunny, Hoseok/ Assistant medical.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood, sharp objects, rut, beast behavior, medical experiments, medical procedures.

Genre: Fantasy, hybrids au, smut.

SUMMARY》 Yoongi is a black mamba hybrid one of rarest species of hybrids, who’s about to be put down due to his lack of interest in living. But everything changes after the new medical assistance (y/n) takes a liking to him. Meeting after meeting he realise his feelings for her are not the only thing growing.

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My head felt heavy, neck was sore and my entire body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. Like when your under water and it keeps pushing you upwards to the surface but you can’t swim.

I opened my eyes with heavy eyelids taking into my sight the dark place I was in. I tried to get up only to feel the soreness stop me from it and the uncomfortable feeling of sleeping on my work clothes. It was never a good option, I must have been so tired last night to even change clothes before going to bed.

I groaned getting up to a sitting position over the mess of covers as a sharp pain over the curve of my neck made me completely regret it, another painful groan leaving my lips, i tiredly massage the part where I felt the sharp pain trying to lessen the painful feeling.

Running my eyes through the room, my body froze. Taking in every detail of it as the memories from last night filled my brain, reality was a bucket of cold water on my face.

I was still in the clinic.

Still in Yoongis room.

Hand still covering where he bite me last night as the sharp pain made my body shiver as my messy brain connected the dots, the late appointment with Jungkook the bunny hybrid who was in heat and how the smell of another male affected Yoongi negative, to the point he bite me.

At the thought of him my head turned quickly behind me, trying to find him over the mess of covers as the lights slowly turned back on. Immediately regretting the sudden move as the pain seemed to only worsen.

My eyes locked over his presence as he lays there still sleeping calmly, chest moving slowly up and down. A soft look on his features almost so innocent, so peaceful i almost forgot about the angry hybrid who had bite me.

This was my chance to leave.

My hands supporting my body at my sides as I tried to slowly make my way out of the bed, I heard him groan and turned around to look only to find him still sleeping peacefully, a sight of relief leaving my lips. He looked so calm and the way his scales shined under the soft light of the room as it turned back on made him look heavenly, so unreal how such a dangerous kind could look so beautiful.

He looked like a diamond shining under the lights at the way his scales were a soft gray and lilac, so soft it looked almost unreal to be stared at.

I needed to leave immediately, soon it would be time for his mornings appointments and Namjoon would be here. I still had to get ready to work, and then do something about this bite on my neck and his poison on my veins.

The poison. I still didn’t know the side effects of it. Only that besides the bite it didn’t hurt at all.

I got up after I was done recollecting myself, still a bit dizzy i made my way to the door but before I could take another step I heard his voice behind me.

- going already? - startled I stopped in my tracks before I could even move any further from him.

I turned around quickly almost tripping as I did so. He sat over the bottom of the bed, hand running through his massy hair tiredly he blinked a few times getting used to the light before his dark orbs locked on mine.

- you… - I said but stopped immediately as he stood up and began to walk towards me. No words came to my mind. To afraid to even utter a single world.

Stopping a few inches away from me, he had a tired yet serious expression over his soft features.

- I bite you… - he smirked voice low and raspy, dark yes running over the bite on my neck.

I covered it immediately, a warmth rising up to my cheeks.

- don’t worry it won’t kill you… - he said, one step closer and he was mere centimeters away from me, closing the distance to whisper his next words against my face - in fact, when used at the right time it could be very pleasurable….

He smiled.

I gulped down, eyes falling over his lips the tips of his fangs showing a bit as he smiled. My cheeks going even warmer I quickly turned around making my way out his room. Even though I felt like falling to my knees from the dizziness, I needed to leave that room.

- see you in my next appointment y/n - He said behind me, I could hear the entertainment in his voice. Dripping of second thoughts over it.

Like his poison.

The cold air of the clinic hitting my face was a reminder I needed to feel the relief flowing through me, I gulped down as I rested my back against the door. I couldn’t make any sense of what had happened, I needed time to clear my mind over the facts that had occurred in the last 12 hours, no thinking once I made my way to the elevators. Hand covering the bite.

He left a mark. I’m sure of it.

I had to wash up as soon as possible before Namjoon gets to the clinic, looking in my pockets for my phone I find it to check up the time. It was six in the morning. I still had some time.

Leaving the elevators i rushed towards the staff room on the first floor, I opened the door making my way to my locker grabbing my bag from it quickly locking myself in the staff bathroom. I took a few breathes as I stood in front of the mirror holding the sink, my eyes looking over my neck and the red spot was very visible still bleeding a bit from the bite, the two spots where his teeth sank into my flash visibly clear on my skin, I cleaned it with some ointment and covered with a badged.

Throwing some cold water on my face a let the late events finally sink in. I tried to make out what was happening but nothing came to me. For a moment I almost hated him for that, but I couldn’t. Not when his life was at stake, not when he’s been neglected for so long.

Maybe I was being selfish, why would he trust me so easily after all that he’s been through? Maybe I was just hurt that he bite me, me off all people.

Why?

I wouldn’t run away from it, the thought that maybe that’s what he wanted. For me to run away scared of him, because that’s what everyone else has shown him. What Jin and everyone else here did, gave up on him. But I wouldn’t.

I changed my clothes with some spare ones I had on my bag, fixing my make up and hair I sprayed some perfume. I didn’t have much time now so I made my way out of the bathroom only to find Hoseok already entering the staff room.

- oh hey - he says, walking to his locker as he took of his backpack - you’re here already?

- yeah I had to take care of something earlier today - i quickly make up a lie, putting my bag back inside my locker as I fixed my identification card over my white coat.

- oh… so that snake hybrid is giving you hard work? - hoseok said, a glint of playfulness over his voice.

But at the mentioned of Yoongi I could only feel the heat coming up to my cheeks.

- yeah, a little bit… - I say, walking past him to leave.

Thinking I was finally free from this conversation, Hoseok questioned the thing I was hoping he wouldn’t.

- what’s this on your neck? - he said, a confused look over his features he walked closer but I took a step back making him stop immediately.

- nothing, just a scratch - I lied, giving him a smile I tried to cover the badge on my neck with my hair.

- oh… sure then, if you say - he gave me a small smile, eyes still over my neck worry on his eyes.

I gulped down turning towards the door to leave, i rushed out making my way to the elevators to start my routine at the clinic.

Hoseok wasn’t dumb nor was he slow, I’m sure he was trying to connect the dots about my neck. The fact that he mentioned Yoongi was clear he already suspected him, I should have covered it better.

What if he tells Namjoon?

I sight tiredly, getting inside the elevator I press the third floor button. I’ll just deal with it when it comes, for now I need to work.

Is the only thing I can do to clear my mind from all this mess of problems and snake thoughts.

[…]

My first appointment today was the bunny hybrid from last night but, this time I wasn’t alone. I had my assistant help me today with his treatment, after last night’s events I thought I would be better to have some help with this case, I didn’t wanted to make Yoongi agitated again.

This morning I would start Jungkooks treatment with heat suppressants and vitamins to help with dehydration. He needed to be strong and healthy before we put him into mating.

Today fortunately he was more calm and quiet, I noticed he would look at me from time to time as I talked with my assistant. How would stare at the bandage on my neck, I was a fool for even think he wouldn’t notice. Him having a Uchoa higher sense of smelling sure knew another hybrid had marked me.

- well star with a small dose of suppressant - I tell the assistant as he gives the medication to Jungkook - also make sure he have balanced meals too.

- so… I won’t be able to have my rut now? - Jungkook asked annoyed, eyes staring over me impatient.

- yes, you will - I tell him - but before anything we need to make sure you’re healthy for it, you haven’t been getting the treatments as a hybrid normally would, from the exams results you’re anemic and dehydrated, well first make sure you’re healthy and then I’ll put you into mating processe.

- oh… mating processe - he asked, doe eyes down at his hands on his lap.

- yes, you’ll be able to meet some hybrids and mate - I tell him, the only reason he’s taking the suppressants is to make it easier for us to help him. Bunny hybrids are by far some of the most uncontrollable when on heat, is hard to stop them they would rut with any specie that is close if not taken care off. Is not their fault. They can’t really control it.

He nodded and we carry on with his appointment. The entire time I could see how akward he was as I came closer, checks red from embarrassment. After I was done with his treatment my assistant left first, I said my goodbye but before I left Jungkook called for me.

- yes? - I smiled at him.

- sorry about yesterday- he murmured, playing with his hands over his lap.

- is okay… I forgive you - I tell him.

- I didn’t know you had a mate already… - he said, brown reddish eyes staring deep into mine.

My heart skipped a beat at his words. Mate. Just what was he talking about? Did he perhaps read the scent of Yoongi on me wrong? What did that mean?

I simply couldn’t find an answer for it. But I didn’t had the time for as my phone stared to ring, my next appointment was sat for now.

I checked my next patient and carry on my schedule for the morning. Deciding to let any thoughts about a snake hybrid for later.

The morning stared calm, I didn’t know I would be so busy as time passed. Almost all of my patients today had exams done early today as well as some check ups with them i had to make sure they were healthy and getting their treatments done, some where low on a certain vitamin and some were ready to start the mating process.

Nothing out of the usual. Just busy.

Enough to make me forget about the appointment with Yoongi later, I felt my entire body froze when my phone began to ring Namjoons name shining on the caller. He began to call me nonstop from time to time, still remembering our discussion I didn’t really wanted to talk to him over the phone.

I rushed to the elevators finding Namjoon stading there phone on his ear as he kept calling me, I turned off my phone patting him on the back as I finally stood behind him.

He turned to me, putting his phone down once he notice my presence.

- sorry, busy morning - I tell him, he only nods and signal for me to get in the elevator before him.

As I do he fallows behind pressing the 6th floor buttom. A few floors pass and we don’t say anything, the akward silence inside the elevator was thick enough to cut it with a scissor. I looked at my feet, the sound of paper flipping as Namjoon looked over Yoongis treatments for today.

- he has to take his medication and vitamins as usual - Namjoon says beside me, finally cutting the silence - he will be having his medical bath too for his shedding.

- it’s today? - I turned to him surprised, I thought it would take a few more appointments before we jump to the most troublesome one.

- yes, he’s in a difficult situation, his skin is in a very bad condition - is what he says before the door of the elevators opened.

We both walk out, the way towards Yoongis room is quiet no one says anything. Not thinking much about our disagreement as my mind is filled with thoughts about Yoongis condition, how much he must been lonely all this time in such condition and the fact I would be in the same room while he baths.

Namjoon stops which makes me also stop, looking up I realize we are here already. I give him a small smile and before I can open the door he grabs my arm gently.

He looks troublesome, knowing him he was probably running through the words before saying anything to me, eyes staring into mine in a apologetic expression.

- I’m sorry… - he says, i look up to find worry and regret in his eyes -…. about yesterday, nothing I can say will erase what I said to you but, I’m truly sorry. I know you and how much of a great doctor you are, I’m sure you’ll do great with this case.

- thank you and I forgive you - i say, Namjoon must’ve thought about this a hundred times. I know he would never mean those things we all can get angry at times.

This case it’s the most delicate we had, not only that but is the first time we ever worked together. Everyone can have disagreements sometimes, Namjoon always had been the type to hold his emotions until he explodes and say a few things he might regret. But he’s not a bad person.

Giving him a smile I opened the door to the snake hybrid room, the hot air welcoming as I entered. Bringing memories from last night to the surface of my mind and heat to my face, but I hid it well.

I tried to play it cool as if nothing had happened, begging in my mind that Yoongi wouldn’t comment on any of it in front of Namjoon. It could only make things more difficult than it had to be.

Namjoon fallowed me behind preparing the medication and vitamins for me, the change felt weird for me. I was so used to being the one preparing medicine and tools for the doctors for the first time I was leading one.

At the sound of us and the lights being turned on Yoongi got up from his bed sitting a boring expression on his fratures as he eyes Namjoon behind me head tilting slightly to the side.

- today will start your medical baths to treat your skin - i began nervously, Yoongi looks up at me almost immediately. Glossy eyes and red cheeks. I look at him confused but don’t comment on it.

- here yn - Namjoon says beside me, I smiled at him taking the syringe from his hand.

- I’ll give you your meds and once your bath is ready well take you to it - I tell him stoping in front of him, he only nods brushing his long dark hair away from his face.

I opened his shirt a bit to expose his arm for me to apply the medication, this time Yoongi made a face of discomfort. Something felt off but I just brushed out of my mind, once I was done i returned the syringe to Namjoon. Before I could take one step away from him he held my wrist.

I turned slightly to him only to realize he wasn’t looking at me but the floor, a pained expression on his features eyes closing slowly as he began to fall from the bed.

I moved quickly to hold him before he could hit the ground, holding him tight in my arms he felt hot almost too much for his normal body heat. With my other hand I checked his temperature by touching his forehead, his body weighted over me making me almost fall.

- he has a fever - I tell namjoon. I hear him moving behind me.

- that’s not good - he says closer to me - i should take a few exams then. He should rest a bit before the bath.

- are you sure? - I asked him worried, it happened so fast I wasn’t sure of it.

- yes, trust me - he said. I only nodded.

I hold Yoongi upwards, getting up I take him back to the bed trying my best to lay him down as carefully as I could. Dark glossy eyes starting into mine when my right hand brushed at the back of his neck as I lay his head over the bed, feeling the scales on his skin at the tip of my fingers my breath got stuck on my throat.

I was so lost in his features to realize the delicate touch of his hands sliding up my wrists to my arms, completely mesmerized by him. As if I was being hypnotized, his hands closing over my shoulders to extend them over his head my knee that was between his legs keeping my balance almost giving in. My entire body felt the wave of heat coming from his, needing him, wanting him.

It was wrong. He probably didn’t even knew all of this was happening, he looked completely out of it.

In one breath I took all i had in me to lift myself from top of him, standing in front of him I see how his chest moved up and down as he sighted slowly, he extended his arms up over his head the shirt lifting up a bit as he did so exposing the scales on his hips. He was taking deep breathes, eyes still locked into mine his face was red and I could clearly see the arousal forming under his silk pants.

I quickly turned back feeling my checks hot, not being able to look at namjoon as I made my way to him.

- should we go? - I asked him.

- yeah… it shouldn’t take long for the symptoms to reduce - he says, fallowing me as I walk to the door.

Once I leave the room my body immediately calmed down at the cold air of the clinic, pushing my hair back as I sighted turning back to Namjoon my eyes searching for his in an attempt to forget dark glossy ones.

Even thought I was now out of his room I could still feel the heat from him, like he was inside every cell in my body.

- are you ok? - Namjoon asked, closing the door behind him.

- yeah… - I said, a sight leaving my lips.

He looks at my face for a bit, clearly confused at my reaction trying to understand it. I try not to give his inspection much mind as I see Hoseok coming closer from the other way of the corridor. His orange hair was a big contrast between the white walls, he had a bright smile on his face as he made his way to us.

- what’s this on your neck? - Namjoons voice brought my eyes back to his sharp ones once my brain realized his question.

- oh this… - my hand coming up to cover my neck where Yoongi bite me - nothing… I just burned myself with the curling iron.

- wow that must’ve hurt - he says.

- hey guys - Hoseok stoped beside namjoon giving a smile and I was thankful for him as Namjoon took his attention from me - we ready to take the hybrid?

- take? - I asked, staring at them both confused.

- oh, I forgot to tell you yn - Namjoon turned his attention to me - I won’t be with you for the Hybrid bath, so Hoseok will be your assistance.

He won’t?

- that’s ok but, why? - I asked.

- the female Snake hybrid just got here - he says - Jin told me to take care of her treatments so you’ll be fully in charge of Yoongi from now.

The female was here already. For some reason I get bitter about.

I got an anxious feeling with this situation, as thought I should be happy to be the one to take care of him knowing he trusts me the most between the doctors, the bite was making more nervous.

And the fact that the female hybrids was here only meant one thing, is was almost time for them to take him.

- don’t worry yn, I’ll be with you - Hoseok said, one hand over my shoulder a different light on his eyes but, I couldn’t decipher.

I was still completely lost on Yoongi. How am I supposed to help him?

[…]

We had our lunch break together to discuss the next steps for the mating process, I wish I could say I was happy but knowing they were going to put down Yoongi afterwards made me sick. Not only that but, the fact I would be fully in charge of him now made me even more nervous. For some reason he seems more comfortable around me, yet he bite me the next day.

His behavior was starting to make me confuse, his poison made curious as well. It couldn’t kill but definitely had some effects on the human body, he also mentioned something about it but my mind was so foggy I couldn’t really remember much of what happened or his words.

Looking at the males on the table, my face must’ve told them something was wrong.

- you look like you wanna say something- Hoseok said, taking a sip of his americano.

- no, I’m curious - collecting my thoughts thinking of a way to ask it - Yoongi being a snake hybrid and having poison on his bite… what are the effects?

- oh, that is a good one - Hoseok said, turning to Namjoon - lucky we have the expert right here.

- I’m not expert, Jin just told me something’s from the tests that were run over the poison - Namjoon said.

- what did he say?

- well, the lab didn’t found much on the results as it was like it didn’t have any negative effects except - he came closer to us, talking lower only for our table to hear - it wasn’t enough to kill but, once one of our staffs was bitten they found a change in the structure of the poison.

- Namjoon not everyone is a smart ass like you - Hoseok whispered annoyed - translate please?

- it takes a few days to leave thw body but till it’s completely out of your system, it’s painful - Namjoon said - like being electrocuted or something.

- the guy in the hospital wouldn’t stop moving from the pain and had to be sedated for his treatment - Hoseok said, making sense of Namjoons words who only nodded to him.

- oh… that’s very interesting - i said, looking down at my food.

But I didn’t felt any pain.

I was dizzy but not in pain. I can’t really explain what it felt like apart from tiredness and an intense heat, it was so hot and my whole body felt like in a high.

I couldn’t understand any of it, it seemed the clinic also doesn’t know much about Yoongi. I would have to get the answers from the hybrid himself. I have to know why, this could be important to save him.

After lunch me and Hoseok went our separate ways from Namjoon, we walked quietly through no one said a word and I was thankful for that.

Once we stopped in front of Yoongis door I turned to Hoseok before we entered.

- I have to tell you a few things first - I began.

- yn, is okay is not my first time treating him - Hoseok smiled.

- no you don’t understand, he… doesn’t like other males - I tell him.

- oh only the pretty doctor y/n he likes hum? - he chuckled walking past me, my cheeks went hot.

He moved so fast I didn’t get the chance to stop him, in a second he was inside Yoongis room. I rushed behind him closing the door quickly. My body was getting used to the warmth of his room already.

Standing beside Hoseok I looked at him angrily.

- long time no see Yoongi - he said to the hybrid.

- you must have a death wish then - Yoongi said groggy lifting half of his body only, he had a smirk on his face as he scanned the room.

- you - I said to Hoseok turning him to look me harshly, anger filling me - he is my patient, when I tell you to listen you listen I didn’t let Namjoon risk this and I won’t let you either.

Hoseok looked at me not saying a word, he blinked before swallowing.

- you friend was bitten, do you want to say hi to him in person? - I asked. He only moved his head side to side. - exactly.

I sighted, hand over my forehead. God the males in this clinic are driving me insane.

I turned back to yoongi who was now sitting in his bed, looking at us confused yet amused. The smirk still facing on his lips.

- you feel better now? - I asked him.

- didn’t felt bad before - he answered, eyes looked into mine.

- your bath is ready… - I turned my gaze away from his, the memories from his state before bringing a warmth to my face - Hoseok will help me today.

Turning to Hoseok he walked to me with a collar on his hand.

- here is the collar - he said, showing me the metal collar with a chain. I looked at him in disbelief - what? Is a protocol for red code hybrids no matter the species no matter the case he must wear it.

- okay… give me - i take the collar from his hands, feeling the weight of it before. It had a smart lock and it didn’t weight much, it felt lighter on my hands.

After making sure it wouldn’t bother him I made my way towards the hybrid, Yoongi immediately stood up once I stopped in front of him. Lifting the collar to his neck I could feel his slow breathes hitting my face, sharp eyes scanning my face as put the collar around his neck carefully. Ignoring the look he was giving me. The closeness of our bodies making my checks heat up, locking the collar around his neck making sure is not tight I looked at him searching for any discomfort but he seemed fine with it.

The ghost of the memory of his scales softly touching my fingers was enough to bring my eyes to his, dark shiny orbs looking stray into mine.

I swallowed hard turning away from him. I could feel the heat from his body already.

- let’s go then - i say making my way to the door, ignoring the smirk from Hoseok.

On the way to the baths Hoseok explains to me how the collar works and why is needed, turns out is a way to put the hybrid to sleep if he behaves in a threatening way or tries to scape. He will be electrocuted if he does so, the collar can sense if the levels of adrenaline of the hybrid are off and it will make a sound to alert the one responsible for him before he is electrocuted.

Knowing Yoongi made me cringe at the idea of having him on that collar but, at the same time i understood. I couldn’t deny the truth either. I didn’t know him completely. I thought I did and he bite me. I couldn’t risk it anymore but at the same time, I wouldn’t let him get to that point. At least I would try to.

Having him fallow me in a collar felt weird, holding the chain as he walked beside me between me and Hoseok had a weird affect on me. Hoseok kept talking till we get to the floor, I wouldn’t make any effort to keep the conversation going the heaviness I felt on my shoulders from Yoongis eyes on me was hard to ignore. Even if I try to I wouldn’t be able to make any sense of words.

I knew he was looking at me, I don’t know why though. I couldn’t decipher him at all. He was a mystery I couldn’t get any closer to resolve. Every time I thought I knew him he would change my mind completely.

Once we got there for the bath, Hoseok began to get all the medicine ready for me and I prepared a second hand of clothes for Yoongi. The bathroom was changed to accommodate his needs and it will be his personal bathroom for as long as his skin treatment continues or for as long as they let him live.

The bathroom was big, it had a closet for towels soap, bathrobe and everything might be needed. In the middle of the room was the bathtub, a round bathtub filled with warm water and medicine for his skin.

From his lasts exams the bad state of his skin was stopping him from shedding, making the skin get stuck with layers of dead shedding. We would have to apply the medicine over it and then with the help of warm water remove all the dead skin from his body.

- I’m done yn - said Hoseok behind me. I turned to him after gathering some towels and putting them beside the clothes over a small table that was closer to the bathtub.

- thanks, I’ll take care of it from now - I tell him, giving him a small smile.

- are you sure? - he gave me a look, walking over to me as he looked at Yoongi before whispering - are you ok, being alone with him?

- yes - I whispered back to him, although I wouldn’t mind his presence in the room as I treat Yoongi - and he has the collar right? I’ll be safe.

- ok… if anything happens I’ll run that door opened and get you - at his words I chuckled nodding to him. He gave me a positive sing and walked to the door.

After he left I made my way to Yoongi who still stood there in front of the bathtub not knowing what to do.

I wasn’t the best when it came to his kind of hybrid but, I was good at taking care of wounds.

- so you’re not scared to be alone with me? - Yoongi asked as I came closer.

- well, you did bite me but - I stopped, once my eyes locked with his the same look from before still on his features. Dark glossy eyes and red cheeks. I should hurry with this. It wouldn’t be nice to treat him if he behaves like before, specially when I know nothing how his behavior works. No one knows much about the snake hybrid.

- should a strip for you? - he said suddenly. My eyes staring into his surprised.

- what? - my checks went hot. He chuckled and I notice the amusement over his features. I only nodded.

Making my way to get the medicine for his skin on the other side, I took a few breaths before doing it so.

What was wrong with me?

Grabbing the meds I turned back to him, the sight of his naked back took a breath away from me. He had scales that came from the back of his neck down his hip like a pair of wings, amazed at how unique it looked as well as worried. He clearly has been scratching his back trying to get the dead skin off, marks of scratching and dry blood all over his back.

I swallowed hard as I came closer to him, it looked worst from this close. He’s must have been through so much pain and discomfort.

- I’ll start aplaying the medicine on your back - i state, he didn’t say nothing.

Putting some of the liquid medicine over the cotton clothe on my hand, I began to slightly press it over the parts where he scratched badly. As the skin was dry i first had to clean the wounds before treating them, the hot water would help a lot more.

He still had some shedding to do as a few parts over his scales were coming off when I touched, some could feel disgusted by this but I couldn’t. I was completely shocked at how much they haven’t been treating him right.

- ouch.. - he murmured.

I immediately looked up to check on him, his eyes were closed in a painful expression.

- I’m sorry… I’ll be more gentle - I tell him, which makes him turn towards me. My eyes being meet with his exposed chest.

- not you… - he said, i look up to his eyes - this thing…

He pointed at the collar.

- it’s scratching my neck…

His skin is lot more sentive when shedding no wonder the collar is bothering him so much, not thinking twice about it I move my hands up to take it off from his neck. The click sound of it opening as did so.

- better?

He only nods his head. Glossy eyes still locked with mine.

I blinked, turning to put the collar over the table.

- you should get in the tub now - I tell him - I’ll give you some privacy as you do so….

Before I can turn for him to take off his clothes he holds my wrist.

- you can look… - he said, lips turning up in smirk - I don’t mind you looking at me.

I swallowed before turning away from him. My face was burning hot.

I heard him chuckled before the sound of steps and clothes shuffled, I heard him getting in the water. A breathy moan leaving his lips as did so. A sound so sinful and full of pleasure.

- that’s heaven… - he murmured - you can turn now.

- ok… - I turned to him slowly.

The sight was something else, never would i thought for a second to be here right now being the one to have such mesmerizing sight to look at. He was just sitting there both arms resting on the tub, eyes closed and a relaxed expression on his soft features. A few strands of hair over his face.

Completely naked under water in front of me, his scales shined a lot more now due to the moisture of the hot bath. The smell of lavender filling my lungs as I stand there.

What was it about him that felt so enticing to me?

I never felt this before. I couldn’t explain how he made me feel. With just a few looks and words from him I was completely under a spell, no matter what I was always coming back.

Maybe because I pity him? Maybe because I don’t want him to die?

Maybe, I just like him.

Maybe, just maybe is the way he looks at me. How those dark eyes hold so much mystery, how he’s so comfortable around me and how he looked so heavenly beautiful now.

All wet and comfortable inside that bathtub, how his scales shined so much more now making him look like a diamond himself. As if he was bathing in stars.

All for my eyes only.

- you’re staring at me - at the sound of his low voice I came back to reality. Clearing my throat as I walked closer to the bathtub.

- no I wasn’t - I lied.

At my response he slowly opened his dark eyes to look at mine, a tired expression laying on his features his eyes looked me up and down in silence as a small smile formed on his lips. I tried to look anywhere but him, nervously switching side to side hands behind my back as I stood under his gaze.

Almost cursing myself at it. Why am i so nervous? This shouldn’t bother me this much, I’m his doctor I should be serious.

- come here.

I looked at him stunted at his request.

- what? - i asked.

Maybe I was so overwhelmed by his presence and beautiful naked body in a bathtub in front of me, I began to imagine things.

- you - he said, more demanding this time - come here.

- I’m here. - I said, still not moving at all.

I swallowed hard. Suddenly my feet felt stuck on the ground. I couldn’t move even if I wanted.

- why? - he chuckled, it was unusual to see him smiling like that and he looked absolutely beautiful his entire face lights up when he smiled - you want me to get you?

He looked down at the water then back to me over his lashes, his smile slowly drifting to a smirk. My checks felt hotter then ever. Not wanting to make things more difficult I made my way to him, his eyes never letting go of me. I sat over the edge of the bathtub beside him.

- closer… - he only murmured, eyes running over my face.

I didn’t.

I couldn’t move.

The bite on my neck burned at the thought of getting any closer, the memory was still fresh over my skin. He seemed to notice as his features soften while he came closer to me. Resting his left arm on the edge of the tub to place his chin over his hand. Dark orbs staring at mine as he lifted his right hand up to softly push my hair away from my neck, exposing the bite.

- did I hurt you? - he asked, sounding apologetic.

- a bit… - i manege to say, eyes locked with his - why did you bite me?

- humm… - he murmured, eyes traveling over the bite on my neck up my face - to send a message.

- message? - I blinked still not getting his words.

- you should know… not to come to me smelling like another males rut - he said, a bit of anger on his tone eyes stuck into mine - and he should know not to touch you.

- oh…

He meant Jungkook the bunny hybrid I treated.

Of course. Hybrids get extra sensitive to another’s male scent, Yoongi must’ve had mistaken the situation. Is normal for us doctors to be in contact with hybrids in heat as we must take care of their mating process, i just didn’t know they could leave their scent on me like that.

- well he got your message… - I tell him, akward smile on my face - he thought I had a mate.

I chuckled a bit. Yoongi didn’t laugh though, only looked at me down to the bandage on my neck.

- sorry i hurt you… it wasn’t my intention - he said.

- it’s a bite… I don’t see how that wouldn’t hurt - my voice was lower for some reason, I felt shy around him like this. As if his words had second meanings I didn’t know how to understand.

- mine doesn’t… - at his words I turned my eyes back to his - I could show you but, only if you ask me to.

- I won’t.

- that’s ok for me… - the smile on his face seemed completely different from before, it had a glint of indecency.

I gulped down looking at my feet, cheeks burning hot.

The sound of water turned my attention back to him beside me, he moved closer now on his knees on the bathtub. I looked at him surprised, trying to keep my eyes from darting down towards his body.

If my face was hot before now it was in flames, he tilted his head to the side dark eyes staring right into mine. Drops of water falling from his chin and hair sliding slowly down his skin and scales on his neck.

He looked so fresh and clean, not that he was dirty before but like a new him just emerged from that water.

My breath stopped at my throat at the touch of his hand on my face, the tips of his wet fingers sliding slightly against my chin down my neck and stoping at his bite cover by the bandage. He took it off my skin slowly till the bandage was completely off, throwing it on the floor.

- you didn’t treat it yet - he said as his eyes scanned the wound, eyebrows furrying and voice a mere whisper.

- didn’t have the time yet - I told the truth, the whole morning I’ve been busy trying to forget who gave me the bite.

- in this case I can help…

He brushed my hair away from my neck coming closer to my face, glossy eyes staring at the bite. I immediately stopped him, my cold hand rested against his warm chest from the hot bath. He looked into my eyes as if my action had hurted him, I gulped turning my gaze away from his.

Face warm from nervous, no more bites, not now. I was still recovering from the first bite, another from him and my body would certainly betray me, I could still remember the effects his poison had over me the first time.

- I won’t hurt you… - he whispered, his breath mere centimeters away from my face making me turn to him.

In a second he wrapped one arm around my body holding me down, the other he held the back of my neck.

- No, Yoongi…

I knew I couldn’t fight him, my hands kept sliding against his wet shoulders as I tried to stop him.

But I couldn’t stop him, so I just waited for the pain. For him to sink his teeth over my skin again.

Yet he didn’t.

All he did was leave a long lick over the bite taking my breath away, my hands searching for his shoulder for support afraid a might fall but he only held me tighter.

My entire body was trembling at the feeling of his tongue on my skin, he didn’t stop at one lick and continue to suck on my skin.

- Yoongi?…

His name felt different this time coming from my lips, no bite yet I was in high on his poison again. My body tremble from his hot wet skin over mine, a gasp leaving my lips as he continued to lick over the bite.

At this point I couldn’t find the strength to let go, finger closing in a fist over his wet hair as I held him against my neck. It hit me in waves, the pleasure from his lips on my neck down my entire body.

He groaned against my neck, hand grabbing my hair holding my tightly against his wet body. Nothing made sense to me but it felt so good.

His nose brushed against my neck up to my jaw as he left small kisses and licks against my skin, hand grabbing my hair to make me look at him in the eyes. Glossy dark eyes staring into mine in such blissful way, I felt light headed as I stared into his gaze.

He rested his forehead against mine, small breathes as his hands slides down my body and stoping at my hips.

For a moment we just stared at each other, the tips of my fingers traveling over his shoulders to the scales of his neck touching them slightly. I held his face with both my hands as i caressed his checks with my thumbs, he closed his eyes slowly resting over my touch.

Nothing made more sense to me then us like this now, lips slightly brushing against each other I don’t think twice before closing the distance between us completely.

He groaned against my lips holding my tighter, fingers sliding under my shirt caressing my skin with warm hands. I gasped at the feeling, he bite my bottom lip sucking on it after.

He proceeded to to leave wet kisses along my jaw and down my neck, leaving me breathless. Hands pushing my shirt up at the bottom of my bra exposing my belly, he began to kiss it pushing me against him by the hips licking under my bellybutton.

He looked up at me glossy eyes staring right into mine before letting of me, completely submerging under the water in a big splash leaving me breathless needing more of him.

Emerging afterwards after a few seconds under water, he pushed his now wet black hair back eyes locked with mine the entire time.

He rested himself on the bathtub, a sight leaving his lips my eyes drifting down at his exposed chest.

Only realized I was biting my bottom lip till I taste the blood, the sound of the door opening as Hoseok entered the room waking me up back to reality.

- is almost time… - he said, eyes staring at me then Yoongi - is everything alright?

- it was - Yoongi interrupted, voice low and raspy - till you get in.

Hoseok scoffed walking towards me.

- is alright Hobi… - I tell him, making my way to the table with the towels, making sure my hair is covering the bite on my neck.

I took one and bringing it to Yoongi lifting the towel up for him to take.

- here - I tell him - dry yourself and then put on the clothes over the table.

He lifts himself up from the bath making his way where I stood, completely naked and wet. Eyes looking me up and down, the memories from a few moments ago making my cheeks burn. I kept my gaze on anything besides him, still noticing how he smirked while taking the towel from my hand with wet fingers.

I cleared my throat turning to walk to Hoseok who stood there just watching, stoping in front of him who looked at me, as if waiting for me to explain. I smiled awkwardly at him.

I didn’t say anything and just stood there, waiting for Yoongi to dry himself and get dressed. It didn’t took long though. Thankfully.

- done - Yoongi said behind me, I turned to find him right behind me the collar on his hand as he gave it to me.

I looked at him, for some reason i didn’t wanted to put it on him. I wish I could just walk normally with him to his room but, I had to fallow the protocols. I sight left my lips while locked the collar back around his neck.

He only stared at me, no discomfort on his face he had a calm expression over his soft features.

- lest go then - Hoseok said.

He walked ahead of us the entire time till we get to Yoongis room. For the first time Hoseok was quiet and I wondered what might have been the reason, he usually was so bright and never quiet. It made me worry I might have said something or if something happened while I was with Yoongi.

Could it be…. Maybe he heard us?

My cheeks burned at the thought. Oh no. Not him. Not Hoseok…. He will never let it go if he heard it.

Shit I was in trouble.

Next?

Notes: here it is! Finally! Hehe, sorry for any grammatical errors! 🥹

Did you know? Snakes lick all over their potential partner for mating to know if they are healthy? Hehe now you know 🤭

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ilwonuu · 3 days

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AHHHH IVE JUST FINISHED READING UR FIRST TIME WITH YEOSANG AND THE SAN VERSION!!! I AM IN LOVEEEE WITH THIS!!! I was also wondering if you could do a Jun version of this since I saw u also write for Seventeen! 🩷

oh my gosh thank you so much!! i’m so happy you enjoyed them,,,i would love to do a jun version,,,lmk what you think and thank you for requesting <3

first time

·.༄࿔ wen junhui

ೀ pairing- established relationship, nonidol!jun x fem!reader, softdom!jun x sub!reader

ೀ warnings- smut with no plot, fluff!!!, first time, dry humping, making out, slight blood, unprotected sex(he pulls out), dirty talk, pet names(angel,baby), jun is a sweetheart<3, they take a bath together after, they say i love you for the first time (yuck), lmk what else!!!

ೀ a/n- i was having WAY too much fun writing this. where’s my jun at 🙂

you and jun have never rushed into anything in your relationship. you met him a few years ago but only started dating him for 5 months. you two didn’t get intimate until 2 months into your relationship. you have gave him a couple handjobs, gave him head a couple times. he’s more shy about what he does to you but he has always offered which you agreed. he was quick to offer to eat you out once before which you both enjoyed very much. the casual fingers in between your legs as you two watch a movie. jun was shy but he wasn’t scared to not do it.

he’s had sex before. that made you a little nervous but you were ready. you two were making out in your shared bedroom. his hands were on your hips as you started to grind against him. his hands are big against your waist. you are already drunk on your boyfriends touch. “you’re so pretty.” he says in between kisses. “j-jun.” you moan out as he starts to move your hips faster against him. you throw your head back in pleasure when he starts kissing your neck.

“jun- p-please i need you to fuck me.” he pulls away from your neck to look at you. “what- are you sure?” you nod as you grind against him harder. “y-yes junnie- i need you so bad- i’ve been thinking about it so much.” you look at him nervously. “fuck- i need you to but i want to make sure you’re 100% sure.” he holds your waist tighter as you continue to move. “i’m so sure- i want you so bad jun.” you moan as you feel him get harder underneath you.

“okay- tell me if you start feeling unsure.” he smiles at you as he pulls you to kiss him. he hands are touching you softly. the fabric of your underwear and your boyfriends sweatpants being the only thing keeping you from each other. “i’m g-gonna cum jun.” your moans get louder as he helps guide you against him. “yea? cum for me. you’re so good for me love.” his voice so close to your ear sending shivers down your spine. “j-jun.” you cry out as your legs lightly shake.

“i know angel, feels so good. let go for me.” he leaves open kisses against your neck and your jaw. you move your hips with juns hands a couple more times as you come undone. “feels so good angel.” he whispers into your neck as you slowly move through your high. “you’re the prettiest thing.” he smiles at you innocently.

“can you fuck me please j-jun?” you sigh as you start to climb off his lap.

“i’ll give you whatever you want my love.” he moves off the bed as you lay back. “you’re so perfect.” he moves your panties down your legs in a swift motion causing you to blush. “gonna make you feel so good. god i can’t believe this is all for me.” he kisses your thighs as he smiles softly at you. his hands snake to your thighs as spread your legs a little. you reach down to take off your white knee high socks that he got for you but he stops you.

“keep them on you look cute.” you smile and nod as you’re left in just your (his) loose t shirt and your socks. “you don’t even know how crazy you’re making me right now. i’m so hard.” all of that shyness that jun is usually full with is gone when you’re alone and now you’re under him? he’s surprised he hasn’t came in his pants yet. your look so beautiful to him.

“jun hurry- i’m impatient.” he leans down to kiss you quickly before pulling his sweatpants. he wasn’t wearing any underwear so he easily pulled them off his legs. he moved in between yours legs before looking up at you. “are you sure you want this?” you nod grabbing his arms. “i need you jun.” you smile to yourself as you look at your boyfriend. you mentally thank yourself for taking his shirt off him earlier.

“okay okay.” he smiles at you before lining up with you. you suck in a breath as you look down between you. you feel him slowly push in looking up at you. your face scrunches in pain as he stills. “you okay baby?” he kisses your face trying to comfort you. “y-yea just feels a little weird- keep going.” you sigh as you try to relax your body. he pushes in a little more still not bottoming out yet. you knew jun was big but him being inside you- he just felt so much bigger. you whine a little at the slow pace. jun pushes in fully finally bottoming out.

“tell me when baby. i don’t want to hurt you love.” you nod as your try to not focus on the pain. “j-jun i think you can move.” he kisses your lips again as he slowly starts to move his hips. “jun- feels- fuck so good.” you don’t even remember the pain you felt shortly before.

“f-fuck i know angel. you’re so t-tight.” he groans as you nod with his words. his thrusts are slow because he’s scared ro hurt you. “faster j-jun.” you moan as you spread your legs a little wider. “s-shit are you sure love?“ he looks down at you a little. “p-please.” his hips start to speed up making your body jolt more. he grabs the shirt you’re wearing pushing it up so he can see your chest.

“you’re so pretty- fuck you’re taking it so good.” he groans as he watches your tits bounce with his thrusts. “j-jun- oh my god-“ you throw your head back as his mouth attaches to one of your nipples. his thrusts are quick but he’s making sure to be gentle with you. “you look so pretty like this. i’m gonna cum- can i come on your chest? please.” you nod as you feel yourself get closer to coming.

“jun- r-right there. f-feels so good.” your eyes shut as you melt into the pleasure. you cum hard under your boyfriend with a loud moan. “j-jun-“ he kisses your cheek. “fuck- love i’m coming.” he leans down to pull you into another kiss as he pulls out of you. he strokes himself a couple more times before he’s coming all over your chest. you whine at the unfamiliar feeling. he smiles at you as he kisses you again. “are you okay angel?” he asks you as he grabs something to clean you with.

“j-jun i think- there’s blood.” you look at him in slight fear as you see red in between your legs. “angel- let me get a bath ready for us. are you okay?” he asks you as you cleans you as gentle as ever. “y-yea i don’t feel pain or anything just scared me.” he nods as he runs to the bathroom starting a bath for you. he quickly comes back to your side as he helps you into the bathroom. you admit to feeing a little sore.

“i’m so sorry angel- was i not being gentle enough?” he helps you take your remaining clothes. he helps you into the bath before he climbs in behind you. he rubs your back as you sigh into his touch. “jun- no you were perfect. it was all perfect i just scared myself.” you lean back into his chest as cups water over you.

“okay- let’s just relax for the rest of the night yea? i got you my love.” he smiles as he rubs your thighs softly. “jun- i love you.” you blurt out breaking the short silence. he looks at you shocked but his expression quickly changed to a very happy one. “i love you even more.” he kisses your head holding you close in his arms.

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yautjathiinkinggrounds · 2 years

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Imagine how horny a young blood would be with their lifetime mate.

I like this one. Made a little headcanon backstory for this.

Youngblood! Yautja/ Human! Female

CW: ns/fw under the cut

Yautja relationships come in all shapes and sizes.

Some there are the open, polyamorus. In which these Yautja parties use eachother as romantic and donor partners. (used to produce more babies and such)

These relationships are seemed as normal in Yautja culture and it is not uncommon to see Yautja Female bear many pups of different fathers throughout their lifetime.

And then there are the Monogamous relationships, strictly between two. These two can be interspecies, same sex, etc. But they are called Life-mates and said mates more often then not are courted.

These courted relationships are mostly composed of older Yautja/Oomans—more mature.

Youngbloods are more like young Oomans (early twenties!), eager to explore and experience life.

They enjoy their newfound freedom in their just-acquired adulthood. This includes one-night stands and fathering/mothering pups with different partners to enhance the gene-pool.

Just lots of pent-up hormones really, especially after they've been blooded!

So it is very unusual for a Youngblood to imprint on a Life-mate so early in their lifespan.

When your Yautja Mate came home with you and his Lifetime-mate, at HIS young age, your in-laws taken aback.

They didn't really dislike you, they knew their son had an affinity towards you, but they were a little sad their pup didn't give them at least a dozen grandchildren or so.

But what he didn't give to the other females, he gave to you...if you know what I mean.

Youngblood have a crazy libido.

You were so not ready for the amount of sex you were going to be having with him. It was better than you could have ever imagined.

On the outside, your mate kept up appearances, making sure to seem very professional and mature (something that drove people to believe him when the two of you said you were Life-mates.)

But this man was still young and mischievous.

He would tease you in public, rubbing up against you in stores and in front of his parents.

He would hide your clothes when you showered just to see you walk into the bedroom in just your towel. and if you asked what he did to you clothes, he would act all innocent.

He liked to keep you in his lap any time he could, let you feel him through his sheith.

You played your fair share of games with him as well. Hiding your underwear in his bag and sending him sexy pictures when he was off on his hunts.

But man, is the sex amazing.

He would take your time with you, drink up all your sounds, taste every part of you.

he liked to eat you out the most, he could not get enough of your Ooman taste. He said it was like a fruit he’d never tasted before.

Morning sex was an almost daily occurrence.

Youngblood morning wood doesn’t go away on its own, and you were more than okay with giving him a quick rut.

And as per Yautja etiquette he will always make you cum. Were it be during foreplay or sex you will always cum.

The Youngblood is full of energy, eager to hop into bed and try every position known to man, and every position he can do with you.

And he will find you attractive in every moment, clothed, armored up, or naked he will pop a boner no matter what. Lifetime-mates is a serious deal.

As crazy and extravagant your sexlife can be, you two do get tired from time to time.

some classic lazy poses are you on your side and your Youngblood on his behind you, slipping into you in a nice pace.

His only rule is that he wants to hear you every time you two have sex. He does not want you to cove your mouth or muffle each squeak you make.

But in the end he never fails to pamper you and give you the proper aftercare.

cuddles and a warm washcloths are always guaranteed. And every bath is given with you in his lap.

#Yautja #Yautja imagine #yautja ns/fw #yautja x human #yautja x reader #yautja headcanon #ask #not my best work #but a good drabble

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ohgodsalazarwhy · 2 months

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"Oh darling, you're looking quite the fright this morning."

The look Gale gave him could charitably be described as displeased. They'd arrived at Last Light Inn late last night after a hard battle in the shadow cursed lands. All of them had found beds and collapsed into them still covered in blood and viscera, their wounds healed just enough by an exhausted Shadowheart.

Except for Astarion, who had come through unscathed. He'd tranced for a few hours then rose to bathe and brush his hair, using touch to determine how the curls were sitting. So he was radiant and beautiful when Gale opened eyes crusted with sleep. His long hair was a rats nest on his head and he had a black eye from getting hit by a rock during the battle.

Astarion smiled sweetly and fluttered his long lashes, "What's that look for?"

Gale grimaced and painfully turned so his back was to Astarion, pointedly ignoring him. He was still in his dirty robes, he saw several tears that needed mending. Astarion grabbed his brush and moved to kneel on the floor by Gale's bed.

"Is this anyway to treat the man who saved your life last night?" Astarion asked, his touch gentle as he worked his fingers through Gale's tangled hair, getting out the worst knots before he started to brush it properly.

"If I recall," Gale said, in a tone that implied he recalled in perfect detail, "it was I who saved you from a rather nasty lightning spell."

"Oh, was that you?" he asked ever so innocently. Astarion pulled Gale's hair out from under him so he could brush every inch of it, fingers following the brush. Gale needed a bath, his hair was greasy and it had some dried blood in it. Astarion felt his still heart twist in a way he didn't care for.

"What are you doing?" asked Gale, a hint of hesitance sneaking into his voice. He turned his head to look at Astarion from over his shoulder. He had such beautiful brown eyes, so gentle and trusting. Astarion fought between wanting to use him and wanting to protect him.

"What does it look like? I can't stand seeing your hair like this," Astarion said, pressing his finger against Gale's cheek so he would turn his head back around. "You look terrible. I don't like to look at terrible things."

"And yet you chose to share a room with me," Gale observed.

"Mere coincidence, darling," Astarion said airily. He gathered Gale's hair between his fingers, feeling how smooth the strands were now. Once Gale washed they'd be full and fluffy, no doubt silky soft to the touch. "You should let me braid your hair back, keep it from getting like this when we set out again."

"...very well," Gale said quietly. His tone was inscrutable. Perhaps a little sad. Maybe a little hopeful?

Astarion let his touch linger in a way he didn't with anyone else. He wanted to touch Gale, he felt safe doing so. Felt safe sharing a room with him, flirting with him, teasing him. Gale would never hurt him.

Such a pity Astarion knew he couldn't promise the same in return.

He reluctantly pulled his hand away and stood up, clearing his throat. "Well don't stay in bed all day, darling. I can hear the others rising and you know Tav will leave you behind if you're not ready when she is." He blew Gale a playful kiss and left the room before he could say something stupid.

Something true.

#bloodweave #gale dekarios #astarion

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elexuscal · 5 months

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Ficlet prompt idea! Interactions between ART and Pin-Lee and/or Mensah in the time after NE but before SC.

More thoughts if you wanted more inspiration than a single line. Does Pin-Lee teach ART some new curses ('cause ART curses alot more in this book, and I wanna blame Pin-Lee like how Rhatti mentions the overlap between MB and Pin-Lee's curse vocab)? How great would their banter be, lawyer vs know-it-all-AI?!

Is ART still kinda shy/excited by meeting Mensah?

Thank you~ I really love your work!!!

Awwww thank you very much!

Oh man i was so spoiled for choice here but i really really struggled to think of an interesting take on this

Big thank you to @specialagentartemis who i paraphrased a significant chunk of this from as well as general Vibes

Asshole vs Asshole

So here's the thing. Here's the fucking thing, okay?

Twenty-three days. Twenty-three fucking days of waiting, of worrying, of preparing. Of nearly chewing her own arm off. Of thinking she was walk into a fucking blood bath.

And the Preservation Alliance rescue team finally gets to the scene of the crime, and no one is dead. Which is fucking good, obviously. Okay. She gets it. No one's dead, no one's lost any limbs, and praise the dark gods of yesteryear, no one has even been kidnapped. This is literally better than the best-case scenarios they concocted.

But surely, surely, Pin-Lee can't be the only one who thinks it is fucking weird to be having tea with the person who did the kidnapping in the fist place?

"Thank you, Perihelion," Ayda says, as a shiny blue drone finishes pouring tea into a cup. Just a whiff and a glance is all Pin-Lee needs to know it was brewed exactly the way Dr. Mensah prefers it.

The drone turns to hover to her. It pours a drink into her own mug. Pin-Lee glares at it.

Ayda doesn't look at her, doesn't so much as tilt her head. But they've worked together for a long, long time now, and Pin-Lee nonetheless reads the subtler body language. She grinds out, "Thank you."

She sips the drink. It is coffee and it is extremely bitter and it's warm-but-not-quite-hot and Pin-Lee has a sneaking suspicion it is at least a few hours old.

[You're welcome~] Perihelion's trills as the drone zooms away.

Peri. Fucking. Helion.

Turns out, it's the one that orchestrated this whole thing. The super-secret advanced spaceship that SecUnit apparently befriended while it was off on its journey of self-discovery or whatever decided that it knew exactly who could handle its little pest control problem, and hadn't much cared which innocent civilians got stuck in the cross-fire.

"There were extenuating circumstances," SecUnit had explained, face set like it was ready for a fight.

"It's all fine, water under the bridge," Ratthi had said. "No harm done really."

"Except for the new layers of fresh trauma," Overse had groused.

"But we're handling that, too," Arada had said, with a too-bright smile. "And it's a good thing we're here to help the colonists."

"Yeah yeah and you should see ART's hydroponics bay, it's super cool," said Amena, tugging on her arm.

So suffice to say she was kind of getting some Mixed Signals about this whole thing.

But okay! Corporates descending to steal the livelihoods of hundreds of innocents! Fine! There's a lot at stake! And this is what Pin-Lee is good at, and (sort of) what she was dragged along to handle, so she is willing to put this all aside for the greater good.

Pin-Lee sips at her under-handed-insult coffee and reads over the legal feed documents of this whole cluster-fuck of a case. "Okay," she says at last. "Okay, this is salvageable. But I'm going to need to some more info before I can fully revise this.."

"Of course," says the captain of The Perihelion, a note of genuine relief in his otherwise professional voice. "What do you need?"

"1: A full list of all the symptoms associated with the contamination, and its speed of spread. That'll influence what level of breach this is classified under. 2: Estimates for all of the colonists deaths that were directly caused due to their being stranded. 3: Monetary evaluation of all the colonists' remaining assets..."

"Of course," the captain agrees

Which is fine. Except fifteen minutes later some teenager not-much-older-than-Amena shows up and hands Pin-Lee a stack of paper.

"What's this?" Pin-Lee says, her eyes immediately skidding off of the hand-written tables and charts.

"That's our evaluation of the colonists' assets, like you asked for," the teenager (Turi?) says.

Pin-Lee looks at Turi, to the papers, and back at Turi again. "Can I get this in the feed?"

"Well.... You can..." Turi says, a bit of red in their cheeks. "But..."

"But no guarantee the numbers won't be doctored there," calls Karime from the other side of the lounge.

Teeth grinding in the back of her mouth, Pin-Lee manages, "What?"

[My numbers are perfectly accurate,] Perihelion protests. [It is hardly my fault if none of you are capable of following the calculations.]

Martyn snorts. "It would help if you bothered explaining all your sources."

[Find them yourself.]

Pin-Lee can barely believe what she's hearing. "Are you telling me... that your AI keeps fucking with the numbers so bad that you need to get a teenager to do the accounts by hand."

"I'm not a teenager, I'm twenty-three." Pin-Lee huffs; as if that's a meaningful difference. "And I'm a very, very good accountant." Turi pauses, then admits, "But that's the long and short of it, yes."

Pin-Lee can't help it. She drops her head to the table and hides it under her arms.

[Do you have a problem with this state of affairs?] the very aptly re-named Asshole Research Transport oozes in her private feed.

[You really don't need me to answer that.]

[You're right. I don't.]

She uncurls her finger and makes a rude gesture. Presumably one of its thousands of cameras will see it.

That summons SecUnit into the conversation. [Are you two fucking with each other again?]

[No,] they say in unison.

[Cut it out,] SecUnit says, and then drops away. Truly a master of conflict resolution, that one.

'I'll cut it out when you learn to make nicer friends', she almost sends, but catches the obvious come-back and stops herself. Instead she takes sip of her shitty coffee and gets to work trying to interpret hand-written accounts.

#murderbot diaries #network effect #system collapse #i want nothing more than ART and Pin-Lee to get on like a house on fire #'is that a good thing or a bad thing?'#yes #don't worry having someone to snipe at is enrichment for both of them #fanfic

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sorcerous-caress · 5 months

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If you have the time, could you do a Wyll request with a durge!tav who is waaaaay too selfless to balance out the violent parts of their brain. Like Wyll is about to take a massive hit and tav just pushes him out of the way, taking the damage and bleeding out on the ground but they just offer a smile to Wyll in return. They don't know how to express that it makes them feel less of a monster when they do this stuff.

Into my arms | Wyll

[Angst, comfort, themes of indirect self harm/destructive behaviours, getting better together, Durge Reader, Nb!Reader]

[ part of the Wyll's Week event]

To bleed is to know you have a soul.

Oh, how reassuring it was, the sight of your own life essence escaping your veins. A cleansing shower of red that washes away all of your sins.

All of your father's sins.

To be bathed in your own blood, to bear the scars of every arrow and sword that you dived in front of, it's proof to the world of your innocence.

Your companions, your friends, the people who accepted you for who you are, you can't fail them.

So you closed off your walls, built a fortress of steel and enchanted the bricks to deflect all of your emotions and urges inwards, on yourself instead.

To protect the ones you loved, to spare the world of your cruel heart.

If your brain craves for blood to be spilled, it will be yours. A member to dismember, will come from you.

Wyll was the most vocal out of your other companions about his discontent with your ways of indirect self-flagellation masquerading as selfless kindness, your constant sacrifice of precious parts of you until you hoped nothing will remain.

“I am grateful for you sparing me from that arrow, truly,” Wyll sat down next to you just as Shadowheart bid her goodnight after healing your wounds, “but why put yourself in front of me? Why tempt death constantly by using yourself as a shield for me, for all of us.”

He sees the way you look at him, at all of them. As if they were something precious, as if they were doing you a favour by giving you a decent treatment. A stark contrast to how hollow your gaze becomes whenever you glance at a mirror, face your own reflection with disdain.

You would carve out your own flesh to feed them if you had to, it was written in your soul clear as day. And that notion was far too scary for Wyll's brain to comprehend.

You haven't given him a reply, merely smiled. Too tender and sweet of a smile for someone who's ready to sacrifice their own body for him, for someone who already did countless times.

He isn't blind, he is far too familiar with this kind of overcompensation. The idea that if you let the world punish you enough, drag your limbless form through the mud and dig deep, then maybe just maybe salvation will be an option.

An attempt to balance the scales of fate, the unfair hand you were dealt in this life, the child of a slayer god. Bathed with blood and adorned with carcasses since the day you were born, not that you had any choice in the face of your ever so doting father.

Where is he now? Wyll wonders. Where are any of the gods? When they turned their backs on him that damned night, when he begged on his knees for a devil to deliver what the divine couldn't care to.

They only reared their ugly head when it suited them, and yours seemed to only send you the best of gifts after forcing your own hand to rip something equally as precious from your world.

The campfire flame cackles at both of your miserable states, your joint desperation for approval.

Wyll tries to offer you what he cannot give himself, to be the person he needed most that night.

Reassurance.

“You're not a monster, you don't deserve to bleed just because.” He tells you the word he repeated to himself once before, “you don't have to be strong for us.”

You can be weak

Be weak and drop the weight of the world from your shoulders, be weak and fear death for your life is worth living.

Be weak and cry when you get hurt, stay down when you fall, hug yourself when you crumble.

Please be weak.

“Let me have your back, be your sword and shield.” The campfire light reflects off of his horns, he just like you, already paid the price.

The bandage around your waist where the arrow struck is still fresh, you wince as you try to get closer to him. Before you could force your body to move again, Wyll himself closes the distance, leaving his seat and kneeling on the ground in front of you.

“Please.” You see your reflection in his eyes, “promise me you will at least try, depend on me, on all of us.”

The words are dry in your mouth, his lips look especially lovely as he pleads his case.

So many words unspoken, so many thoughts swirl around your brain.

I can handle it.

It's my fate.

It's what I deserve.

I rather die than watch you get hurt.

It claws at my skin every second demanding I give in.

You deserve more than I can afford.

I'm death incarnate.

I should be hurt.

I can't handle it.

Then your mind blinks away, a blank state as you feel his lips, those same lovely lips, kiss your bruised knuckles.

Then, emotions.

You almost forgot you had them, almost forgot you deserved to feel them.

You cup Wyll's face gently with the same hand, hold him tenderly.

“I promise,” you vow, “I will try. For you, I will do anything.”

#♡Wyll #♡angst #♡Wyll'sWeek #♡comfort through trauma #♡comfort #tw self destructive behavior #tw sh #wyll x reader #Angst #Comfort #durge reader #nb!reader #bg3 x reader #bg3 angst #baldur's gate 3 x reader #Wyll's Week #Wyll'sWeek

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dayseternal-blog · 5 months

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Summary: Dates at home solidify their love.

Initially drafted for NH Week 2021 Day 1 Prompts: First Time / Blank Period / Innocent. Completed and posted for NaruHina Fair, NH Month 2023 Day 3 Prompt: Cuddles.

Rated E for smut.

"Cuddles" - Short One-shot

Everything in the entire world is quiet and fluffy, as if the clouds of dusk stole through his window, surrounding him while he slept.

His fiancée is cuddled up into his side, molded perfectly to him…

Through sleep-worn, bleary eyes, he manages to regard her dozing form, defenseless and without care. Her eyes closed to the worries outside of his room, her smaller hand curled on his chest, her soft breasts squishing up against his side.

His focus caresses the outlines of her body, visible along her clothing, and…

She was bathed in light and wearing next to nothing.

Heaviness clutches at his groin, memories of something that never happened flash beneath his eyelids.

A dream? His dream from just now?

He grimaces as blood rushes low, and he can remember how she stood in his room wearing something white and very sheer, who cares that he’s never seen her wear anything like that before, but she was, the roundness of every part of her--deep cleavage, dark nipples, flaring hips, soft thighs--teasing him, pleasing him, and she shyly smiled with her lips parted just so .

Tingles scritch along his fingers, his toes, his dick, and he fidgets as he realizes he’s quickly sporting a problem. Instinctively, his arm wraps over her shoulder to hold her body closer to his, his pelvis tilting sideways to rub against her. Restless hands smooth over the dip of her waist to the slope of her lower back, and he closes his eyes as a kind of bliss washes through him.

They’ve been getting sort of...really excited around each other recently, like this afternoon before they fell asleep, but it doesn’t feel like he’s been “holding himself back” or “rushing things.” They have been taking each step of their relationship in stride together, treating the meeting of lips and air and tongues as something new and different, the emotions running thick through their bodies as something to be enjoyed and explored.

He hasn’t had a perverted dream like this since he was maybe 14.

And back then, it wasn’t Hinata.

Back then, his dreams were raunchier, his clothes suddenly disappearing, dark rooms, tangled bodies with a face he couldn’t remember and all that.

Nothing so...angelic? Innocent? Leaving him wanting more? So...Hinata?

He squeezes her to him, inhaling deeply, carefully and slowly humping at her stomach, and his breath turns heavy with desire. His mouth feels dry as he imagines hugging her like that, naked beneath a little slip of silky cloth, her eyes inviting him to touch and know .

“Naruto-kun?” Her drowsy voice halts his movement, but his piece strains out for more of her comfort, and he knows she feels it twitching.

“Hinata...,” he answers lowly, and he can’t stop his body from twisting a bit against her, his senses desperate for any tiny bit of relief.

Her face buries into his shoulder, her arm tightening over his width, her boobs and stomach and legs rubbing on him.

Abs contracting, he stiffens against her snuggling, and now he’s awake enough to finally realize that he’s full-on horny, ready to continue what they were doing almost an hour ago now that she’s awake.

“You’re hard,” she murmurs.

At her vocal noticing, he doesn’t stop himself from humping a little against her, encouraging her to understand exactly how hard he is. “Yeah.”

She leans away to peek up at him through long lashes, a blush spreading above her shy smile, a good sign. “How come?”

“How come?” he repeats, just to see her blush darken to a satisfying rose.

“Yeah, I was just sleeping here...we weren’t doing anything,” she quietly explains.

“I have you in my bed, sleeping on me!” He repeats her words with a squeezing cuddle, and she giggles, everything about her curvy form and happy voice easily turning him on, keeping him excited.

He looks down, she looks up, her dazy eyes meeting his own, her lips parting into that perfect invitation.

He wants to kiss her so badly, but he also wants to see her reaction to the fact that… “I also had a dream.”

Her eyes widen. “...a dream...?”

“Yeah, about you,” he murmurs, humping at her in emphasis.

“Naruto-kuun…” she quietly whines, her face pushing once more against his shoulder.

He could’ve guessed that she’d be really embarrassed, and he feels just the teensiest smidgen of guilt. “It wasn’t that bad. I didn’t even touch you in the dream.”

She untucks her face, confusion apparent in the slope of her brows.

Unconsciously, his hand squeezes at her hip, his voice dropping lower. “You were wearing a dress that was whitish...and see-through.”

She squirms in embarrassment against him, her arm over him tightening, and another rush of attraction jolts through his cock.

“You were standing right there, by my bed.”

She hums a kind of sound, squeezing and pushing her pink face into his shoulder as if to hide.

Shifting up more onto his side, his chest receives her embarrassment instead, and he embraces her into him, eyes closing, senses honing in on the soft swells of her body. “You’re so sexy, Hinata,” he mumbles.

One moment he feels her face turning up to him, the next, her plush kisses are blanking out his brain. Her tongue gently caresses his own, and he can taste every little whimper and gasp of affection, warm and sweet.

She likes kissing him. It’s obvious in the way she sounds and feels, enticing him to relish her soft solidity and find that deeper part of her that calls him in.

To come closer.

To discover more.

To massage, pinch, and taste when her blouse and bra drop to the floor, when she’s arching up for him as airy vowels leave her lips.

She sounds like sex. Or what he at least imagines sex sounding like. He remembers earlier last week, when she first bared her boobs for him, and when he first sucked on her nipple, he thought he hurt her.

She had to tell him that she felt good.

That piece of knowledge blew his mind.

Reading her scrunching up brows, the flush of her cheeks, the strange sounds that now ignite his libido. Every “date” they’ve had at his place to avoid the crowds of fans, they’ve grown undeniably closer, physically closer, and for the past week, she’s been letting him play with her jiggly shapes and make out with her for who knows how long until she gets tired and his erection starts to calm.

Just like earlier today.

But his lust is back with a vengeance, totally recharged from their afternoon nap.

Leaving one hand to sink into her tit, he sucks kisses back up the sensitive path of her neck, along the smooth curve of her chin, back to her lips.

“Mmm…” Her hips roll up toward him, and it’s instinctual to push down, for their groins to grind together. “Na..ru...to...kun,” she breathes, her tone so needy that he rubs himself against her as heavily as he can, shots of pleasure making his jaw drop with an answering groan.

His hand slides down to cup her ass, his palm filling with the chiffon of her skirt and squishy flesh. Eagerly, he rolls his hips against her pelvis, the length of him thrilling with the attention. “Ugh, Hinata…”

“Mm...can you...take off..your clothes?”

He freezes.

Pale, misty eyes plead with him, and he needs no more convincing.

Sitting up, he pulls his shirt off. It’s a huge stroke to his ego to see her expression get even hornier, her lips fall open a little more, her lidded eyes trained on his body. He hooks his thumbs into his pants, pausing there in case she wants to stop him.

But she doesn’t. Instead, her hands mirror his, her thumbs sliding into her own waistband, and there his focus stays, raptly watching her raise her hips to pull the skirt over her rear.

He doesn’t even care where his pants and boxers land, the only thing that matters is bare skin sloping to the space between her tightly closed thighs, that quick glimpse he got imprinting on his mind.

Unthinkingly, his hands land on her knees and slide up her thighs, softer than he could have predicted. Dazed, he watches her legs open for him, the secrets of her womanhood revealed for his leisure.

For all his peeping at the public baths in his youth, he never knew what this part of a girl really looked like. Curious thumbs circle at the junction of her inner thighs and pelvis, caressing down and up, her butt shifting invitingly.

“Naruto-kun,” she whimpers.

“You’re so soft, Hinata…” He glances up to see her biting her bottom lip, her eyes still lidded in sensual intimacy. A stirring grips his core, and his thumbs venture further inwards, pushing upon even softer flesh.

“Ah..mm..ah…” Her expression contorts, her eyes closing.

His jaw drops, desire surging fast and hard through his dick, his thumbs meeting in her center, dampness covering the pads of his thumbs. His heart rate accelerates with the view of his thumbs opening her up, shockingly pink flesh glistening, arousal coating her skin as he rubs all over her down there.

“You’re so wet.”

That place, where he, his masculinity, goes, is wet.

She’s soft and wet, just for him. She’s ready, squirming and panting, and he’s ready, and…

He pushes a finger between her folds, her slippery flesh hugging around the digit. Every time he tries to pull out a bit, he can see her pussy resisting, tugging back with him.

She’s tight.

He’s subtly humping air as he buries his pointer finger to the second knuckle, twisting it this way and that.

“Mm..nnn..mm…”

“You’re so tight... I don’t think I can fit...” There’s just no way his cock can fit. His finger barely fits. But soon enough, the whole digit sinks into her.

“Hahh..hahh…” Her chest rises and falls rapidly, the pink stain on her cheeks down her neck vibrant.

Missing her warmth and taste, he leans back over to drink her breaths in, his finger turning and moving, attempting to loosen her more. He muffles her whimpers and moans, shoving his tongue into her mouth, seeking out more of her kiss.

Warm liquid leaks around his finger as he rubs moist walls, and he imagines his cock buried in her heated flesh, as wet as his finger and tongue.

“I’m going to try two fingers,” he mumbles into their kiss.

Feeling her nod, he sits up again, draws his finger out, and examines the shine over his skin. He rubs the arousal against his middle finger, idly noting how it’s longer than his pointer, how he’ll be tunneling even deeper than the first time, how when it’s finally his cock, how much deeper he’ll get…

His other hand at her hip, thumb rubbing circles over the smooth skin, he pushes both fingers in, marveling at how her hole stretches to accommodate the larger intrusion. He wiggles them further in, testing the silky walls intent on suffocating his digits.

The softness is different from her boobs.

His free hand reaches up to remind himself how they jiggle like water balloons, well, except for her nipples. He pinches one dusky peak, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, delighting in the clenching around his fingers, the new arousal coating them, easing his intrusion.

Quicker than the first time, the two digits slide in, and he nudges back and forth like that, in time with his useless humping and the pinching of her nipple.

“Na..Na-...Naru...to-kun..” Her head is shaking back and forth, the blush even more furious across her face, and it’s a real wonder to him how such easy, little motions of his hands make her look like she’s coming apart.

Leaning down, he manages to suck her nipple in, his tongue rolling it around, and then pressing on it like a button.

A magic button. One that has her hole soaking his fingers in arousal.

He does the same to her other boob, ensuring both nipples are hard and pointy, making her gasps fill the air, and making his knuckles get wetter and wetter.

Pulling his fingers out, he climbs between her legs to flatten out and kiss her.

Her small hands smoothe over his shoulders to the back of his neck, into his hair, holding him close for each delirious lick and suck of her lips. She pushes up toward him, pebbled nipples sliding and pushing into his chest, the cushion of her breasts taking his weight.

His hips jerk frantically against her, his length rubbing up and down her wet pussy, hot arousal coating the top of his dick. “Hinata…”

“Naruto-kun…”

“Mm...ugh...” Impatience boils over, and he shifts his hips, his dick poking at her, jabbing for entrance. Blindly, he thrusts against her for relief, not caring that he’s missing her tiny hole, the bottom or top of his cock catching and sliding on the wet heat of her womanhood several times.

“Naruto-kun…” Her eyes squeeze shut. Her hand slides down between them, her fingertips lightly taking a hold of his girth.

With hazy eyes, he watches her give him the cutest expression yet.

She’s wide-eyed and pink-cheeked, the shimmer in her gaze flitting among uncertainty, shock, and adoration. “You’re so big,” she murmurs, and he kisses her plump lips once, twice, before nodding.

“Because of you. You’re so sexy.”

She shakes her head slightly.

“What do you mean, ‘no’?” he huffs out in almost a chuckle. His hips shift, his arousal-coated cock slipping slightly forward in her fingertips, his tip sliding down her moist heat.

Suddenly, her fingers lift and direct his cock at a certain angle, and his tip pushes up at softness.

Looking into her eyes, he searches for fear or hesitation, but it’s her usual, gentle shine, calm and trusting, and she gives the smallest nod.

Exhaling slowly, he places his weight forward with his pelvis, and instead of slipping, his piece nudges into hot flesh.

His jaw drops, breath catching in his throat. “Hinata…”

Her eyes fall closed.

With clearer intention than before, he presses forward, more of his dick finding its way into her body. “Augh…” Short groans leave his throat as he pushes forward again, wet pussy wrapping entirely around more than just the head. He leans more weight onto his forearms, his erection sliding deeper than he expected, almost a third of his cock sheathed in warmth.

“Oh!” Her eyes pinch shut, and he freezes.

“Does it hurt?!”

She breathes several times, unable to answer his question, so he leans his weight onto one arm, and uses his other to grope her breast in hopes of making her feel good.

He massages it, then plucks at her nipple, her whole body immediately reacting to the stimulation, his cock nudging in deeper. Lust flipping back on, he repeatedly pulls at her nipple, and she comes alive.

Her head tosses back and forth, her chest rising up, her ass wiggling, encouraging him to move with her.

Pulling out slightly first, he then shifts in deeper, lodging half his piece in her dripping clutch.

A moan falls from her kiss-swollen lips, and he leans back over to twirl his tongue with hers, his hips lightly thrusting back and forth, nudging himself deeper and deeper into squishy, tight flesh.

“Ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn,…” Her repeated cries on his tongue urge him on, encourage him to snuggle the rest of the way in until his groin presses against hers.

He feels like he’s as hard as a steel rod, piercing straight through incredible silkiness, comfort pillowing around his heavy desire, accepting all of him…and happily, he hugs her close, cuddling her to his full heart.

“Naruto-kun,” she breathes, trembling beneath him, and he turns to suck kisses at her neck.

“I love you, Hinata.”

“Mm...I love you, Naruto-kun…”

He stays at her neck for a few more seconds, kissing and sucking in appreciative worship, enjoying the realization that he’s as close as possible to the love of his life, enjoying the reassuring feeling of her small hands squeezing at his back, enjoying the intimacy of her tight hold around the hard embodiment of all his adoration for her.

Twitching uncontrollably inside of her, his dick begs to reach even further in her, but he wants to see her face, to know if she’s alright, or better than alright. So pushing his weight back up on his forearms, he catches her cloudy gaze.

She turns on a cute, little smile at him, one that lights up her lidded eyes and pools pink at her cheeks.

Unbidden, he’s smiling back, and lost in her gentle expression, fulfilled and affectionate contentment heavy in his chest, relief relaxing his fisted hands and tense arms,... he accidentally thrusts.

Shivers skate up his spine, new lust rigid in his cock, and he presses hard into her, grinding himself deep, watching her mouth fall open and a moan cry out. He pulls out a bit and pushes back in, the unbelievable ecstasy catching him off-guard, the electricity in his veins just as loud as her gasp, and again, then again he humps into her warmth, bliss buzzing along his skin with each push of his hips.

A vague voice at the back of his mind tells him to slow down, and with every bit of his control, he manages to stop, a shudder fighting through with a heavy exhale.

Blearily, she finds his gaze, her hands sliding onto his cheeks. “Naruto-kun,” she murmurs, and he knows she wants a kiss.

He tongues her mouth lovingly, wet lips meeting softly, her sweet taste making him strain into her, and he can’t stop himself from grinding against her, pushing up without pulling out, circling his hips in small movements, his piece desperately trying to snuggle deeper into the plush give of her body.

“I love you,” she murmurs against his lips, and he mumbles his love back, his thrusts starting to gain an urgency once more, his control slipping with the feeling of her soft form fitting so perfectly to his need.

“Hahh...Hinata…”

“Ahh...mm...ahn...Naru..to..kun…oh…”

Eyes closed, face buried in her hair, he loses himself in the tug and glide of his stiff dick into her soothing flesh, the shift of her soft body with each thrust, her breasts squishing repeatedly into his chest, her breathy moans caressing his ears. “Hinata…” Hot arousal bathes his cock, easing each piercing thrust, each pull-out to the tip before pushing his length smoothly into her. “Oh! Na, ru, to, kun, oh! Oh!”

“Hah..ugh…” He shoves himself into her and lifts up onto his hands to watch her. “You feel...so good, Hinata...”

Her eyes gleam happily for a second before his thrust melts it away. Her facial expression changes with each pump of his hips, a slight drop of her jaw, a quiver of her brows, a little tongue reaching out, her eyes squeezing shut. Her small hands squeeze at his forearms, her fingers tightening into his muscles whenever he sinks home. And her boobs.

He’s been aware of how big they are for awhile now.

And this week, he’s become aware of exactly how soft they are.

But nothing could have prepared him for how they move on her chest, jumping and jiggling, and he finds himself tunneling into her creamy folds faster, harder, his hips slapping at the backs of her thighs just to see them react. Her swollen nipples nod at him in enticing circles, and further arousal sparks hot and bright in his mind.

Sitting up, he palms the teasing shapes, squeezing so her nipples rise and skin spills between his fingers, and his gaze drags down the sweet taper of her waist, down her smooth tummy, down to their joining.

The rigid base of his cock gleams whenever he pulls out of her heat, then so easily disappears into pussy lips sucking around his thick girth. Hovering his hands just above her nipples, he pulls out a little farther and glides in, her breasts jiggling, her nipples brushing gently at his palms, a breathy whine rising from her lips. He pulls out even farther, attention rapt on how her pussy follows the curve of his dick, holding the head warm inside, and he glides back in, bumping his groin to hers, hard nipples tickling his palms, an “Ahh~” floating up from his flushed love.

Holding her lidded gaze, he breathes out, “Hinata,” and he’s pulling out, sliding back in, popping himself in and out of her soft body, enjoying the sight of her scrunching eyes and sound of her moaning in stimulated bliss. Her swollen nipples dance lightly under his palms until she arches, squishing her own boobs up into his hands with an impatient whine.

Heightening, clawing need has him thrusting more insistently, has him indulging in squeezing her boobs, tracing the curves of her waist, and gripping the smooth slopes of her hips. “So, sexy, Hinata…”

She shakes her head slightly. “Naruto-kun!” She reaches up, her hands running over his arms to his shoulders, and she looks at him pleadingly, a slight pressure on his shoulders inviting him to her.

“Ugh!” He gladly collapses forward, pleasure forcing his eyes shut and overwhelming him. “Hahh, ugh!” Ecstasy burns hot in his veins, his piece swelling longer in her silky clutch. He’s not going to last much longer.

“Mmm!...ahh...Nna..ruto..I..love…you…”

“I love you, Hinata,” he breathes out in a rush, teeth clenching, eyes squeezed shut. Shivers seize his frame and blossom low. “Loveyousomuch…” Muscles tensing, he heaves himself against her, and staticy delight shoots up his cock, through his spine, clouding his mind.

Her arms and legs hold him close, her embrace warm and tight, and happily, he lunges against her, working the base of his cock in the grip of her entrance, urging his tip deep in her folds.

Heart swollen, breath locked, he squeezes her to him. Sparks streak bright and burning, clenching through heady pressure, collecting and building from his head, to his chest, to his core, amassing in his groin. He shoves forward with one last stroke, and with any scraps of remaining discipline, pulls out onto her stomach.

Desperate elation releases out in a sharp stream. “Agh, ha, mm…” Acute pleasure thrills out in pulsing shots, and relief washes through.

Floaty exhaustion untenses his arms and legs, and he watches how her belly button puddles white.

Fuzzy pleasure exerts through his cock again, delight twitching out in random intervals. “Ugh. Heh. Still coming…”

His gaze trails up, and Hinata’s staring at the growing mess. “You pulled out…”

“Yeah… Oh!”

The puddle overflows, drops racing down her side, and Hinata brings a hand up to catch it. She sucks her stomach in, holding his cum from dripping. She blinks up at him slowly, a dazed look in her expression, and he presses kisses to her cheeks and to her responding smile.

“Sorry about that.”

She hums a disagreement.

Unwillingly, he gets up. “I’ll get a tissue.”

She nods, and her gaze returns to her stomach.

They clean up, and as she helps him collect his cum, she murmurs, “There’s so much…”

“...Sorry, haha.”

She hums another disagreement. “I’m happy.”

He leans into her, pressing more kisses to her lips. “Mmm, me, too.”

After throwing everything away, he climbs back into bed, and she snuggles into his side.

“We’re back to where we started.”

She giggles.

“Round two.”

“Whaat?” she gasps out, and he turns to smooch her giggling face. “Naruto-kun!”

He can’t help grinning. He levels a smile at her, taking in her shy gaze and rosy cheeks. His body’s never felt so content, he can’t remember ever feeling so relaxed and satisfied. He cuddles his fiancée, grateful for the millionth time. “I love you so much, Hinata.”

“I love you, Naruto-kun. Sooo much.” She smiles at him, and he works her lips, her tongue slowly tasting him.

“Hinata…” If he didn’t just come, he’d gladly do it all over again. “If we don’t get up, we’ll never leave.”

“Mhm.” She sounds satisfied to just stay in his arms, stay in his bed.

“Is this what we’re doing tonight then?”

“Hmmm…” She’s totally relaxing into him, and he thinks she might be trying to go back to sleep.

“You’re having Naruto for dinner?”

Giggles.

“Alright then.” He peppers kisses into her neck, his hand eagerly seeking a breast, and she twists, shudders, and laughs.

“Naruto-kun!”

He pauses to smile at her.

She looks just as happy, still dazed. “I don’t want to go out.”

“I know.” The fans, people of all ages and nations, after they saved the planet for a second time just blew out of control, and for the past two months, it’s been difficult to have a proper date. “Instant ramen?”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeats, and he brushes stray hairs off her shoulder. Unbidden, his eyes trail down the rest of her naked form, and his hand follows, landing with a pat on her waist. “Hinata…”

“Mm.” Her eyes have closed again, and she’s cuddling into him.

Dinner can wait. He lays down more comfortably to hold her better and closes his eyes, letting the remnant bliss of their union hush him into dozing.

#thank you for reading!#nhmonth2023 #naruhina fanfiction #they couldn't write or televise blank period naruhina because they were too lovey-dovey flirty right?

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olivyh · 1 year

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hi,

if u are not busy with anything, can u do malleus x reader with angst to comfort?

Great work, take care of yourself

A/N: I have so many requests that I haven't gotten around to I'm sorry guys ;;;; I'm on a motivation kick so I'll start getting those out as soon as I can! ALSO IM A SUCKER FOR POETIC MALLEUS AND IT MAKES MY HEART GO BOOM bc tell me why Malleus is literally the "my love, I am intoxicated" meme

Happy chapter 7!!!

TW: Drowning, maybe suicide if you look a little closely

Malleus is constantly reminded of the day he nearly drowned in the tub as a child.

It's silly, to think that the heir to the Valley of Thorns would be destined to face death in a bathtub.

It wasn't his fault that it was silent aside from the dripping of the water that poured from the side of the tub and leaked onto the tiles the more he sunk into it. Not his fault that he was so exhausted from his daily lessons that his hands burned and cramped as he felt a knot where his neck met his back that he couldn't seem to get rid of no matter how much he fidgeted and stretched. The warm water of the bath seemed to seep deep into his bones and nestle within him, reigniting the fire that had been so thoroughly burnt out from his short time of living as the crown prince of the valley of thorns.

Malleus stared at the ceiling, listening to the muffled howling of the wind outside and trying to bite back the chill of the air that rests on the tip of his nose as a harsh contrast to the comfort of the water, heated by his servants' magic and maintained by his own. The intricate carvings of warriors and magicians alike; fae and human both dueling as sparks flew across the tapestries and danced within the stone, jewels embedded within the eyes that seemed to stare at him.

As a child, Malleus used to fear the unspoken words that lay within those gemstones. He could not decipher if they were cruel, or if they were kind. Did the human wish to speak to him or kill him?

The fae that stretched from the marble seemed even more daunting, their eyes glowed in the dim candlelight of his bathroom casting long shadows across their sharp face as they glared down at the boy who sunk deeper into the bath at their gaze. They seemed to be frowning at him rather than at the much smaller human they were dueling.

"This is your fault," He imagined them saying. "What kind of ruler are you?"

"I'm not..." Malleus would sniffle, his tears dripping into the water, masked by the dampness that cascaded from his strands and streaked down his worried face, bright, innocent green eyes filled with too much worry for a child so young as him. The weight of the world upon small shoulders, too much a weight for a child alone to bear. The sins and torment of war, the blood of human and fae alike on his small hands that had just learned to hold a pen properly. What was he not? What was he, truly? The crown prince of the valley of thorns? A Dragon fae? Among the most powerful in the world?

Was he not the ruler he was told he would be? Was he a ruler at all?

Power was a heavy burden, much too heavy even for the child who had the delicate balance of the world placed in his care.

Malleus sunk deeper into the water, feeling his body relax further as his tail wrapped comfortingly around his leg. He often daydreamed that it would be his mother combing his hair and dousing the thick ivory strands, telling him tales of when she was a young child, a Princess before a Queen, as he would play with the suds that floated gently to the surface.

In that world, his parents were both still alive and well, not yet cast carelessly to the whims of the underworld. His grandmother would still sit with him and listen to his babbles and his fairytales, not yet burdened with the work of three royals- the crown prince not yet ready to wear the crown's weight (he feared that if he were to wear it, it would slip around his neck and crush his windpipe, the weight too large and the boy too weak).

He sighed and sank deeper into the water, exhaustion pulling at his soft eyelids and gushing him into a dreamless sleep. He felt the warmth around him- perhaps the warmth of his mother's arms or his father's hand upon his head. The warmth of his grandmother's coat and of Lilia's encouragement as he tucked him into bed (Malleus supposed that he missed that most of all, the thought of Lilia dying on the battlefield leading to many tear-filled nights sobbing quietly into his pillow. He missed the bat fae most of all, and dreaded the day the man's troops would come back into the kingdom and General VanRouge would be nowhere to be seen. Oh how he longed for Lilia to have written down a story or two for him to read on long nights such as these.).

Suddenly his lungs were filled with that warmth, and Malleus was sure he was drowning as he stared through the surface of the water back at the scenes that played out on the ceiling.

What scared him the most was that he did not flail, nor scream nor cry nor beg the stars for another chance at life. He was at peace as the water took him, as it filled his being and blurred his vision beneath the soapy water.

Bitterly he thought that a lavender-scented death would not be the worst.

The servants pulled him from the bath and pampered him, escorted him into his room and helped him get into his pajamas (luxurious, yes, but the collar was much too tight and reminded him all too much of the scratchy lace of the collars he's forced to wear day in and day out, a constant reminder of the threat that came with his title. One wrong move and he will lose his head, he's sure.).

Every day Malleus was reminded of that peace, of the chill that bit at his cheeks from the storm outside, of the absolute bliss that came with finally allowing his body to float in the vastness between life and death.

He was no longer a child, and the shadow of the crown that loomed overhead became more and more solid as it reached for him, thorns that wrapped around his limbs and held him to the ground, biting into his pale skin and ripping into his leathery wings until he grit his teeth and set them all ablaze in a green glow that consumed the world should he lose control. Malleus was forced to twirl in a macabre waltz with his destiny, the destiny that doomed him to centuries of solitude, of isolation from the warmth he sought oh so desperately.

By the time Lilia had returned from the war, Malleus was no longer the wide-eyed, innocent child that he once had been. The fanciful stories no longer filled him with warmth- it filled him with the dread and the sorrow that came with knowing that he could never achieve that fairytale ending that he craved. Even Lilia could not undo the effects of the jeers of the citizens of the Valley of Thorns, the trauma cause by sharing death after death that lingered within the tall stone walls of the castle- all caused by the war that was declared by his own blood.

He was a prince, yes. But he could never fill the role of being someone's savior for he was the villain in everyone's story but his own. He could never hold someone as close as he wished, for he would rather lock them away in a tower far, far away from everyone else because he would finally have something that was his, someone who did not stay around him due to obligation or fear- someone who stayed simply because they wanted to.

Perhaps that part of his nature was what made him so villainous, so unlovable to all those who were near.

His loneliness left him in more agony than the thorns that had detained him from birth. The isolation was similar to the cold that nipped at his porcelain skin that same night. He'd imagined that only a watery grave could lift the weight of the crown from his head. Malleus often imagined that same warmth as he watched the jeweled headpiece float to the surface as he sank to the bottom. With a morbid curiosity he often wondered what it would feel like to give into that craving for release- would the people mourn him? Or would they instead mourn the empty position left over?

Yet, the chill of the night seems to be at bay as he sits now with his lover in his arms, head resting against his broad chest as they sleep peacefully, face twitching with every movement within their dream. He slowly wraps the blanket tighter around them as his eyes trail to the small fireplace that sat in Ramshackle's lounge. The fire crackled and snapped, small embers rising up the chimney as the walls creaked with the same wind that shook him to the core that very night.

He had found his warmth, his breath of air as he broke free from the surface. The crown would still lay heavy atop his head, would still scratch at his horns and get tangled in his hair as the vines would still bite into his skin as he tore away at them only for more to appear in their places.

He would bear all that and ten times more for his love.

Malleus rests his hand against their head, smiling softly at the way they stir in their sleep as they felt his icy hands make contact with their own heated skin.

"My Love?" He whispers, deep voice reverberating in his chest against the peace of the night. "Would you stay if you truly knew the burden of being a royal?"

No response, not that he expected any. The fae continues anyways, feeling his jaw clench as tears stream down his face.

"Would you deny me if you knew of the agony you would go through? Would you shut me away and leave me forgotten in this wasteland if you had a mere taste of the burden that is loving a prince?" His breaths were becoming more ragged as the tears continued to fall. "Would you still hold my affections within your heart if you'd heard of the condemnable thoughts that race through my mind- the thoughts that tell me to hide you away and keep you safe from this damnable world we call ours?" The war and the blood and the grief from the blood spilled, isolation, endless nights in his study, a prince forced to be alone by himself for centuries, discarded if not for the blood that pumps through his veins.

"Would you mourn me if I allow your warmth to be my demise?"

"Mal?" He hears them murmur. He feels a twinge of guilt for waking them, unaware of his sniffling and how it disturbed their slumber.

"Apologies, my Love."

"Don't be sorry," They rub their eyes and Malleus feels as though he held his very future within his clawed hands, images of seeing them in this state day and night flashing through his mind at such high speeds that it makes his head spin as he subconsciously holds them tighter. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Please, rest."

"Are you sure?" They sit up and press their forehead to his as they allow their eyes to slip closed once more, pressing a soft kiss to his cold lips and pulling away far too soon for the greedy dragon’s liking. "How can I help you?"

"Hold me, please," Malleus can't hide the desperation that seeps into his voice as the words climb from his throat. They wrap their arms around his neck and pull him closer into the plush couch. He wraps his arms around them as well, one arm snaking around their waist while another entangles itself in the hair at the base of their skull as he buries his face in the crook of their neck, careful of his horns. It's only a matter of seconds before his lover is fast asleep once more, and Malleus feels the pull of slumber upon himself. He allows his eyes to slip closed, pulling the human closer to him and praying to the stars that he dreams of this moment for now and forever.

#malleus draconia #chapter 7 #twst chapter 7 #diasomnia #twst malleus #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #malleus x reader angst #twst angst #twst fluff #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #diasomnia x reader

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tiny-elf-of-doom · 11 months

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Resident Evil: Leon x Merchant

Final part! I will always take suggestions for flash fiction pieces!

18+ 🔞 MDNI (nsfw)

Leon had awoke in his bed. His hair was wet and there was a biting cold on his left eye- an icepack. Nothing made sense, earlier he was drowning, knocked to shit from a stupid tussle at the bar. Now, he was in his apartment, staring at the ceiling with the ache of a stiff neck. Adjacent to his bed was a bathroom with warm light peeking through the cracks of the door. Someone was fiddling around in there; Leon could hear their footsteps and mumbling. A person was in his place, casually fiddling around as if he were searching for something.

What the hell? Leon tried to throw off the covers when he realized how battered his body had become. There were bandages everywhere, a few still holding back the blood from his wounds. Attempting to ignore the pain, he struggled to get off his bed. There was been a brief moment when he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stand and he had been right. Once his foot hit the floor, a crunch could be heard along with his mass cluttering against the nightstand. Leon cringed from the agony of what appeared to be a broken ankle, yet he was still functioning in survival mode. Within the drawer of his nightstand, there was a backup handgun he kept loaded for emergencies and when he pointed it to the man exiting the bathroom, he was met with a very familiar voice.

“Stranger! Put the gun down before you hurt someone!”

Leon’s world went numb, “Merchant?”

He didn’t look like Merchant; not the one he saw on the island. This man was wearing a long sleeve shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, drooping sweatpants, and a cloth to cover his mouth. The only thing keeping Leon from shooting this man was his eyes and how they sparkled an innocent blue. There was a willingness to help, to heal, similar to the man he bought his weapons from. He didn’t want to accept it, seeing as this was another man in his home, but Leon was too tired to fight and dropped his gun in a slump. Merchant ran to his side, carefully lifting him into his arms like a groom would his bride, and headed to the bathroom.

“What are you doing here?” The injured man managed to choke out.

“You needed me, so here I am. Let’s just leave it at that, stranger,” Merchant replied.

“I thought you were dead... blown up... the island,” Leon suddenly cramped up, clutching his bandaged ribs as they throbbed. One of them had to be broken, it hurt too badly to breathe.

“Easy love,” Merchant held his face, “I’ve got you.”

Leon didn’t trust many people, but he was sure to trust Merchant. The man had left him for only a few moments to turn off the faucet in the tub when Leon noticed his reflection. Half his face was the color of a snow cone. His lip was cut deeply and sewn with tiny stitches. Down his chest and stomach were dark blotches and damp bandages keeping his blood in his abdomen. There wasn’t a patch of skin that didn’t sting. It was funny: missions didn’t usually tear him up this badly, so why a bar fight?

“Alright, love, I’ve got a bath ready for ya. We’ll give you a nice clean up before I put ya to bed. I promise I’ll be gentle,” Merchant said before lifting Leon so he could place the man in the bathtub.

It was then that Leon noticed he was naked. Merchant didn’t seem to pay much mind to this exposure as he was far more focused on removing the bandages. Many of the ones wrapped around his torso were sticking to the injuries, causing Leon to wince and whine softly in discomfort. One particular gash went across his stomach, deep enough to where Merchant felt it needed extra padding and thick stitches to keep it closed.

“Ya know, ya coulda lost your intestines and all your other stuffing,” Merchant tried to laugh, “why the hell did you let this happen? Were ya drunk? Angry?”

Leon remained silent.

“Perhaps you were desperate?”

“I don’t need you,” Leon spat, avoiding eye contact.

Merchant snorted, rather loudly. “You probably didn’t need me then, but ya sure as hell need me now. Knowing you, I sparked a little excitement in your life, eh? A strange man sucked your mouth and your cock. Therefore, you developed a bit of a craving, yeah?”

Leon swallowed a stream of saliva, “fine, I’m a sex addict. Happy?”

“I would have been if you didn’t go and get yourself all fucked up like this. My stiff would have had a nice time between your lips, maybe in your ass if I was lucky.” Merchant sighed. “At least I can help you a wee bit.”

“It’s appreciated-” another cringe of pain struck Leon as Merchant dabbed disinfectant on his wounds. That spray was agonizing, but he continued to hold conversation. “Bit of a waste, though, huh? You got better things to do than just doctor me.”

“I disagree, it’s my job to make sure you’re good and tidy,” Merchant’s voice suddenly sounded distant.

Stabbing sensations lit Leon’s hip on fire, causing him to wiggle in his seat. Merchant noticed this, but continued to clean. His injury hadn’t bothered him since therapy that morning, he’d gone so far as to ditch the crutch. That hip didn’t hurt until that very moment in the tub. Leon recalled a bottle of pain pills on the counter, ones that took the edge off when it flared up.

“Hey,” the man reached for Merchant, “I have Vicodin for the pain... please.”

“Very good,” Merchant replied with a completely new tone and flat accent, “let’s hope you don’t pick up an addiction for it, Mr. Kennedy.”

“E-Excuse me? What did you call me?”

In the blink of an eye, Leon was staring at his therapist; the tubby man with thick glasses propped on a big nose. He was writing his notes as he normally did during their visits and nothing appeared to have changed since that morning. Even Leon’s hip was causing his teeth to grind. The crutch he had been using was still resting against the chair, stationary.

The therapist tilted his head to catch Leon’s attention, “Mr. Kennedy, are you alright? You’re heaving.”

Leon shook his head and for the first time in that office, he told the truth. “Not really, Doc. I’m getting two hours of sleep a night, I’m finding myself in bad situations constantly, and there’s someone you need to know about. I’m not sure he’s even real to be honest.”

“Ah,” the therapist’s eyebrows furrowed, “it seems we’ve hit a weak point. Well, let’s start from the beginning.”

And they began with Raccoon City.

#resident evil #resident evil 2 #resident evil leon #resident evil fanfiction #fanfiction #headcanons #18+#mdni #final part #leon x merchant #resident evil merchant

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shadowofchwe · 2 years

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paradise | joshua hong

An ocean view is great, really. But the best view is your gorgeous new husband between your legs.

🌅 Pairing: husband!joshua x reader

🌅 Word Count: 1.4k

🌅 Rating: 18+

🌅 Genre: Smut, mostly pwp, some fluff, a little crack humor, honeymoon au, established relationship

🌅 Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (right into the smut lol), oral (f receiving), mention of oral (m receiving), biting, slight mention of exhibitionism, Josh's terrible humor and married banter 🤩, two idiots in love honestly, hair pulling, wedding ring kink (idk if that's a thing but), fingering, very very brief mention of reader biting lip hard enough to draw blood, cum eating, making out, marking, grinding, groping, unprotected sex (be safe pls), praise, mostly soft love making™️ tbh

A/N: I have an unhealthy obsession with Ray Joshua and to me he just screams sexy times on the beach on your honeymoon with your new husband 🫠 Writing this literally destroyed me and made me permanently delulu so I hope you enjoy 🥹 Thank you for all your love and support towards me and my writing you're all so so lovely 🥺💙 Also fic will be below the cut since it starts with the smut right away hehe

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"God," you sighed out as the summer sun bathed you in warmth, "this is fucking paradise."

A grumble sounded from below you, "Easy for you to say. Your loving husband is eating you out. In front of an ocean view, might I add."

"Hey, I just came out here to lounge on our amazing balcony with my gorgeous husband. You're the one who decided to relocate your face between my legs- Ow!" you cried out at the sudden feeling of teeth on your thigh.

"Don't act like you weren't moments away from coming. I could feel you."

A chill ran through you at his words, but you were still readying another smart remark.

“Don’t act like I didn’t give you the suck of your life when you woke up this morning.”

When he didn’t respond, you decided to chance looking down, and your brain immediately short circuited.

Your husband’s head had surfaced, and he literally looked like sex. His burgundy curls were in disarray, his dark eyes were slightly glazed over, and he had you all over his pretty pink lips.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt someone when they’re eating.” he chastised you before sensually licking his lips clean, and you felt yourself clench around nothing.

You took a quick glance around. The balcony of your honeymoon suite was private enough, but you weren’t completely out of view of the other guests. Anyone who looked for more than a few seconds would be able to see exactly what was going on.

You, sprawled out on a lounger, sundress bunched up around your hips, your skin flushed and glistening with sweat, and your husband, Joshua, on his knees with his head buried between your legs. The thought made you feel hot all over.

“Mmm,” Joshua hummed as he followed your gaze, “we are giving people quite the show, aren’t we?”

You leaned down closer to him, making sure to keep your voice low, “You don’t actually think anyone is watching us, do you?”

“I have no idea, angel. You know that I only have eyes for you. Besides, I haven’t seen anything for the last ten minutes except the inside of your cunt so.”

“Josh!” you practically squealed, your face burning bright red as you tried to hide behind your hands.

He feigned innocence, giving you a cute little lopsided smile.

“What? You have your view, and I have mine. Although, I definitely think that out of the two of us, I’m the one that’s in the splash zone right now.”

“Oh my God, stop! Please just stop talking." you begged, even though you were still laughing slightly because you loved your idiot husband so damn much it almost killed you.

Joshua's face lit up at the sound, positively beaming from ear to ear as he stared up at you.

"I love you." he said softly, the declaration warming you even more than the tropical sun above.

"I love you too." you voiced, grinning back at him like a lovesick fool.

"And lucky for you," he murmured as his lips glided over the inside of your thigh, "my mouth has more pressing matters to attend to."

Your back arched against the lounger when he dove back in without hesitation, his nose bumping against your clit as he resumed fucking you with his skilled tongue.

A series of breathy moans left your lips, and one of your hands reached down to find a home in your husband's dark red curls. Your wedding ring glinted beautifully in the sun as your nails scraped against his scalp. You could feel the cool metal of Joshua's own band from his fingers digging into your thighs to hold you in place.

Your free hand reached above you to grab onto the back of the lounger, your grip instantly tightening the moment your husband's lips wrapped around your clit. Your body instinctively squirmed at the sensation, but Joshua was quick to throw his arm over your hips to press you down into the chair.

You watched as his muscles flexed deliciously from the effort of holding you down. You were so distracted by the sight that you hadn't even noticed the movement of his other hand. Until you were crying out, your body practically jolting at the feeling of two of his long fingers plunging inside of you.

"Fuck fuck fuck." you cursed as his tongue simultaneously flicked over your bundle of nerves.

You pulled harshly at his burgundy strands, and your husband grunted in response before grazing his teeth against your clit. You bit your lip so hard you thought it might draw blood, just to keep from screaming out loud. His fingers were stroking you just right, and the suction from his sinful mouth had you feeling ready to float up and out of your body

"Joshua…fuck…I'm so close." you breathed out, everything else in the world falling away except for you and the beautiful man between your legs.

"Let go for me, angel. Fuck, wanna taste you." your husband beckoned huskily, and you readied yourself to topple off and over that ledge.

Joshua gave you the final push when you felt his teeth on you again, and you turned to bury your face into the chair to muffle your choked out moan as you came. Your husband removed his fingers from you before greedily drinking up your release, and you whimpered softly as you tried to regain your grip on reality.

"Mmm, angel, you taste like fucking paradise."

He made a show of licking his face and fingers clean, keeping his eyes locked with your own the entire time. You weakly reached out to grab onto the collar of his lacy white shirt and tried to pull him up. Joshua quickly got the hint and hauled his body up so that he was hovering over you, and you could immediately feel how hard he was just from eating you out.

You lifted your head to claim his mouth, moaning as soon as you tasted yourself on him. Your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him in closer, and Joshua immediately deepened the kiss and stole away what little breath you had left.

He rolled his hips and you gasped as you felt his still covered cock press against your core. His lips moved to attach themselves to your neck, and he immediately started sucking color into the sensitive skin. Your hands were in his hair again, holding him to you as you sighed out in pleasure.

His hands were all over you. Running up your sides, groping your breasts, sneaking underneath your sundress to push the garment up even higher. It was too much and not enough all at once. You still found yourself wanting more. Needing more. Every part of you was screaming out for him.

"Joshua…need you. Inside me…please. Now." you pleaded breathlessly, hips rising up to meet him.

Your husband groaned before rutting against you once again, "Fuck, angel. Here? Are you sure?"

You were so out of your mind with want for him that you couldn't even really be bothered about still being somewhat out in the open anymore.

"Yes. Just fuck me, please." you answered, voice dripping with need as your fingers began clumsily undoing the buttons of his shirt.

Joshua let out an impatient growl before taking over for you and unbuttoning the rest of his shirt in seconds. You pushed the garment off his broad shoulders and down his arms before reaching down to pull his cock out of his swim trunks.

He hissed as soon as your hand wrapped around him, and strong arms caged you in on either side of the lounger as Joshua lowered his weight on top of you. You wasted no time in lining him up with your dripping entrance, and moaned out when you felt him start to push into you a moment later.

You could feel his hot breath on your neck as he steadily sunk further between your walls.

"Fucking hell, angel. You always take me so well." Joshua praised you once he had buried himself to the hilt.

Your fingers dug into his biceps as he slowly drew back out before pushing all the way back in.

"God," you rasped out, "you feel so good."

He started a rhythm of slow deep strokes that had your back rising off of the chair once again. You could feel every inch of him dragging inside you, and it was like the sweetest torture.

Minutes slipped away, and you lost count of how much time you spent lazily making love to each other under the heat of the sun. Nothing more than a clumsy tangle of limbs and whispered sweet nothings. Simply, paradise.

#seventeen #joshua hong #seventeen smut #joshua smut #seventeen fic #joshua fic #honeymoon au

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marvelmymarvel · 1 year

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In Danger

Tenzo x Civilian!Reader

Synopsis: Somehow, someway an enemy of Tenzo's learned of your existence. You knew dating someone in the ANBU was dangerous, but you were about to find out just how deadly it could be.

TW: Kidnapping, blood, violence, talk of death, hurt/comfort

A/n: Reader and Tenzo are both 25.

You let out a sigh of relief as you exited the tea shop you were working at. The sun had gone down hours ago and the village felt like a ghost town as everyone was most likely getting ready for bed. But not you, no, the owner of the tea shop insisted it had to stay open until 9 PM. Since the owner was older, he didn't have the energy to stay up that late which meant that you had the privilege of locking up.

Lucky you...

You shook the door a couple times, making sure it was indeed locked before you took a deep breath and started walking back to your apartment. The frigid air reminded you that Fall would soon turn to Winter and you would once again have to break out your thick coat. Right now, as the wind was harshly whipping at your face, you wished you would have broken it out sooner.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing violently at your exposed skin to try and warm up. If Tenzo saw you right now you just know he'd scold you and call you irresponsible.

A smile ghosted your lips at the thought of him.

He was on an ANBU mission, which was typical work for him. Still, you always missed him when he left you. You rounded the corner and saw your apartment up ahead, physically relaxing at the thought of a bath and sleep.

"Excuse me miss"

Your head shot to the side as you passed by an alley. A man stood at the mouth, leaning against the brick wall as he drank you in. You stopped in your tracks and shot him a kind smile "Hello, can I help you?"

You sounded sweet and innocent, almost too sweet and innocent. It was the one thing that Tenzo both loved and hated about you. The man pushed off from the wall and your smile faltered a bit, "Yes, can you point me to where the nearest bar is?" You breathed out a sigh of relief before pointing back towards the way you came "Yes! The closest one is called Shushu-Ya. If you go down this street and turn right you will find it a little way down!"

The man nodded at you before heading in the direction of the bar. You let your smile fall, praying that the rest of your walk home wouldn't involve any more talking. You just needed a day off-

A hand grabbed your wrist, cutting your thoughts off as it yanked you into the alley. You tried to let out a scream, alerting someone of your distress but the person's other hand covered your mouth with a cloth before you could get any sound out. You tried to fight against him but the more you inhaled the harder it became to keep your eyes open. It was only when you started to black out that you realized the man had drugged you with whatever was in the cloth. How could you have been so stupid, Tenzo would for sure never let you hear the end of this. The man smirked as he watched you pass out in his arms, eyes rolling back as your head lolled to the side.

He was going to have fun toying with you, that was for sure.

When you awoke, your head was pounding and your mouth felt dry. A hand cradled your chin and you smiled lovingly at it, believing it was Tenzo waking you from a bad dream. It was only when you lifted your eyes that you realized he was not Tenzo.

And you weren't in a dream.

The man cocked his head at you, lips curling into an evil smirk as he got closer to your face. You let out a gasp before thrashing against the restraints, blood running cold as you realized you were tied tightly to the chair below.

"Please sir let me go. I don't know what you want but please let me go!" you cried out, eyes blurring with tears as you watched him pull out a kunai knife. "I didn't expect him to be with a civilian... But I'm not complaining. All that means is that your pain tolerance is much lower than a shinobi's"

"I don't know what you're talking about-"

"Tenzo. I know you're dating Tenzo. I know he's in the ANBU and I know he killed my wife"

Your heart stopped, eyes widening as you took in his words. They were angry and full of hatred. Part of you had sympathy for him while the other part was practically screaming for you to fight back. But you couldn't do either of those things.

You had to act dumb, you had to protect him.

"I'm sorry sir but I have no idea who you are talking about-"

"Liar"

The kunai pressed against your throat harshly causing you to choke and crane your head back in fear of him slitting it. You knew how sharp those knives were, knew it because you had managed to cut your finger once when you were playing with Tenzo's weapons. He gave you an earful about being careful and not touching his weapons like that 'They aren't toys Y/n. They kill people. They can kill you' The thought of it killing you only sent fear through your frozen form. 'I'm going to die here' you thought tragically.

'I'll never see him again'

Somehow, that thought hurt more than the idea of being killed. You sniffled as your tears rolled up your face and into your hair. The man grabbed the back of your head and shoved you so you were looking forward once more. You winced at the pain of both his grip on your hair and the kunai biting softly into your flesh. The tears changed directions and flew down your cheeks like angry rivers, all you felt was pain.

"Oh, you poor thing. You know, my wife had the same expression before he violently murdered her"

You sputtered out a sob as he traced the kunai down your neck and towards the area above your heart "He stabbed her in the heart. It was supposed to be a quick kill but she sat there drowning in her own blood for minutes. Do you know how painful that must be?" You violently shook your head at his question, not liking where this was going. His dark smile filled you with more dread and you realized then that he wasn't telling you this so you would feel bad for him.

He was explaining how he was going to kill you.

You shook your head "No. No, please! I didn't do anything!! I HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU'RE EVEN TALKING ABOUT-"

"YOU'RE LYING!" He screamed back into your face. The kunai was shaking violently against your skin, the tip of it slightly digging into the flesh of your chest. The hand in your hair moved to grip your chin as he forced your face closer to his. "You even look like her" he sputtered out tearfully before looking down at the kunai. For a second you thought he was going to pull away as if he realized just how crazy he was being.

But the shaking of his hand stopped and it was then that you realized it was all over.

His dark eyes flicked back up to yours before he raised the knife. You shook your head, cries and pleas flying from your lips as you thrashed around in your chair. "An eye for an eye-"

You let out a scream as your eyes slammed shut, bracing for the impact and pain that would once again take over your senses.

A weight fell on you, causing your eyes to open and another scream to fly out as you took in the man's lifeless eyes staring back at you. A kunai knife was plunged deep into the back of his head and your stomach churned at the sight of the blood oozing from the wound.

"Oh my God" you shakily breathed out, eyes blinking in pure panic as you looked around the room at the ANBU surrounding you. A familiar mask got to you first, words of comfort and reassurance hitting your ears as he ripped the man off of you. You shook your head, lip trembling as you thrashed in the restraints. "I... I can't feel anything Tenzo" you wheezed out as another ANBU member untied you from the chair. You were hauled from the chair and into strong arms as you started to break down now that the adrenaline was wearing off.

You almost died.

Died.

"I need you to breathe" Tenzo whispered out as he shoved your face into his neck. The cold cement below bit into your bare knees, only causing more pain to shoot through you. You shook your head at his request, how in the world could you breathe after what you just went through? Your vision began to grow cloudy and dark all while your head began to feel light. Tenzo was still talking, still trying to talk you off the ledge but he grew fainter and fainter the more you tried to ground yourself. "Am I going to die?" You moaned out as your head rolled to the side. You certainly felt like you were dying, like a black hole was going to suck you up if you so much as moved wrong.

Tenzo shook his head before trying to lift you from the ground and onto your feet. The sudden movement caused blood to rush to your head and before Tenzo realized his mistake, you had already passed out in his arms.

"She'll wake up. She didn't suffer from anything major-"

"She didn't suffer? Kakashi, she was almost killed-"

"Almost. But she's still alive and breathing, Tenzo"

You tried to urge your eyes to open, to reassure him that you were indeed alive. You didn't know if you were 'well' but you knew you were alive somehow. "I don't think I should continue seeing her"

Your heart seemed to have stopped at that, but the sound of the heart monitor speeding up told you a different story. The men didn't seem to notice though as they dove deeper into that conversation. "And leave her? She loves you-"

"And she almost died because of me. If I didn't make it in time..." he trailed off and you could feel his eyes on you "If I didn't make it in time she wouldn't be here" Tenzo's voice sounded thick with tears and you once again fought to open your eyes. There wasn't a chance in hell that he was going to leave you.

"I have to leave her before she leaves me"

Your eyes finally opened, fingers digging into the sheet below as you took in Kakashi and Tenzo talking at the foot of the bed. "I'm not leaving you" you interjected, causing both men to stiffen. Tenzo moved swiftly to your side, words of endearment flowing from his lips as if he wasn't just talking about leaving you seconds before. He hoped you didn't hear him. But your pout and furrowed brows told him otherwise. You shakily sat up in the bed, hand gripping your forehead as it pounded. Once the feeling passed, you looked up at Kakashi with hard-set eyes.

"Do you mind giving us a minute Kakashi?" You called out before Tenzo had the chance. Kakashi nodded before heading out, closing the door softly behind him. Tenzo sighed at what was about to happen and sat down beside you, "I'm so sorry-"

"You're not leaving me. And I'm not leaving you-"

"Y/n-"

"It's not fair Tenzo. You don't get to call the shots without my input. My desires are important too"

He pursed his lips at that, your desires were always in his best wishes, which is why leaving you was at the front of his mind. "You don't want this life. You almost died" He was hoping that statement would get through to you, but you only stared back at him blankly as if what he said was nontrivial.

"So that's it then? I almost die and you want out?"

"Y/n-"

"That is the cruelest thing anyone could ever do to me ya know?" tears started brimming along your lash line, lip trembling as he took your hand in his. "I can't lose you Y/n"

"And you think I can lose you?" your broken sob sent shockwaves of pain through him, almost as if you had stabbed him through the heart and twisted the blade. You shook your head as he stayed silent, the tears fell down your face and landed on your shaking hand. "Why are you being cruel?"

His eyebrows furrowed at that, head cocking as he took in your bewildered look. Cruel? "I kind of wished he would have killed me" His eyes widened at that, blood boiling at the thought of you wishing such a thing on yourself. He opened his mouth to spit out a scold but your saddened look stopped him. "Death would be much more peaceful than living in a world without you by my side"

There it was. The worst thing he could ever possibly hear fall from your lips. "Y/n... Please baby don't say that-"

"it's true though. I love you more than life itself. You're my whole world and I want you to stay that way-"

"Baby-"

"God why aren't you LISTENING TO ME" Tenzo froze at your scream, heart hammering in his chest as he took in just how heartbroken you were. He took a deep breath hoping that it would encourage you to cool down. The heart monitor beeped rapidly but started to slow as he scooted closer to you. His free hand cupped your cheek, thumb swiping away the tears flowing down your face.

"Is this really what you want?"

You nodded quickly as you tightened your grip on his hand "I want you more than anything" Your other hand traveled up his arm before resting on his shoulder, you tugged at him, lip jutting out into a pout as you mentally pleaded for him to hold you. He nodded at your words and actions before pulling you into his embrace.

His fingers plunged into your hair, pulling your face into his neck as he held you tightly against him "I'm so sorry for what happened, I'm not going to let anyone harm you again"

The guilt in his voice had you clutching onto him even tighter, trying to reassure him that you weren't going to float away. You knew dating him would be dangerous, knew it when you laid your eyes on him. But it didn't matter.

If you got into any danger, your own personal ANBU officer would save the day.

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Once upon a fairy tale - Ubbe Ragnarson (2)

This is the last introduction chapter. Expect more action from now on!

Other parts: Once Upon A Fairy Tale Masterlist

Plot: your sixteenth-first encounter goes as good as planned.

Warnings: descriptions of injuries and blood, nothing serious. Ubbe and Reader being meance to each other.

Ubbe Ragnarson had changed, just as your father had said. He was taller than what you remembered, and with his riding clothes, he looked broader. His hair was longer, tied in a long braid than hung from his back. And what surprised you the most was that any type of innocence or childness was gone from his face, now covered with a well-trimmed beard.

Anyone should have felt embarrassed at the situation. If you felt for him what everyone expected you to feel, you would have felt bashful or even excited. But before you could come up with any feeling at all, he opened his mouth.

“These are my chambers. I thought you would know that by now, seeing you come here every year”

“Not my choice, I assure you” you quickly bit back, grabbing the clean dress the maid left in the bed and covering your nakedness with it. “Given you weren’t around this morning, I guess you don’t know about the wonderful news”

“You being here doesn’t have anything wonderful” he chuckled, unbuttoning his tunic.

Same conversation, different words.

Every summer you held a small seed of hope watered by your father during the rest of the year, that it would be different and that you would finally find something in him that made your change your mind. And every time, Ubbe proved your wrong as soon as you arrived to Mercia.

Ubbe didn’t say anything else and started moving around the room as if he was alone. Which he should have, since it was his room. He had gladly invited women in the past to spend the night with him, had let them stay during the day and even asked them not to leave so soon. Having a woman he chose in his room and having you there were different things.

And unless he were about to throw his future and powerless soon to be wife out naked, he had to busy himself pretending you weren’t there.

Which didn’t last long.

“My usual room is occupied at the moment. As every other guest room in this castle, it seems. With soldiers and their families, or so has your mother told me. Although it’s probably another ruse to bring us together” you explained, moving in circles so he couldn’t see your naked backside. “So it looks like we’re stuck together”

“We won’t. I’ll talk to her as soon as I change clothes and have a bath. You cannot expect me to share a room with you. It’s not appropriate”

“Do you feel tempted to do inappropriate things, my prince?” you teased him, enjoying how his face got redder each time you talked. “Afraid to ruin your reputation?”

“We’re not thinking about the same inappropriate things, trust me”

“Then you won’t mind if I change here” you let the dress fall to the ground, not missing how Ubbe made an effort not to look. “Oh, and I think you should call a maid if you intend to take a bath. I saw one ready and thought it was for me. I am really sorry, though”

Ubbe thought briefly about actually kicking you out as your mother brought you to the world. Since he could remember, you were not only the most inconvenient and irritating presence of his life, but you enjoyed pushing his limits every time you could. He weighted his options and came to a quick conclusion: it was far better a scold from his mother for smelling like horse than having to stay with you in the same room for another moment.

He folded his tunic and changed his boots, sneaking a glance at your body when he thought you wouldn’t notice.

Ubbe didn’t know how Hvitserk had noticed, but he was right. Your body was no longer a child’s, but of a woman. Your breasts were round and your nipples were peaked from the coldness of the room. He couldn’t and wouldn’t look at any other parts, but he was stuck with the thought that you could have been any other women he invited to his room.

Feeling his cheeks and other parts of his body growing hotter, he looked down, not soon enough to avoid looking at your long legs and curved bottom. The fact that certain part of his body was interested in the sight only annoyed him more.

“You smell like horse” you voice broke the silence, breaking his brief fantasy. “Certainly not like the future king of Mercia”

“I wouldn’t if you hadn’t used – where are my robes?”

The wardrobe was wide enough to fit his summer and winter clothes, his riding outfits and the elegant robes he used when it was needed. All of that was gone in favor of long dresses, bright cloaks and night combinations. Where his shoes and boots usually were, two bags with more clothes and some shoes peaked through.

Ubbe turned around and couldn’t keep the anger out of his expression. Not that it mattered, since you only gave him a small shrugged and finally put on the blue chemise that barely covered your body.

“Your mother told me to make myself comfortable. So I did. I know you expect her to change her mind, but she won’t”

“What did you do with my clothes?”

“I threw them out the balcony”

“You – “

“They’re in the other closet, Ubbe”

In four long strides, he opened the small closet where he kept his hunting garments and found all of his clothes thrown in there. Some of them were hanging from the racks, other were gathered in the bottom with his shoes. You had stacked all his bows and old swords in the corner of the room, leaving place for the three bag you had brought in the boats.

You stared at him while he dropped all his clothes on the bed, emptying the closet. Only you would do the thing he hated the most – messing with his chambers’ structure. Ubbe could proudly say he knew where everything was in his room, that there was never a single sock out of place. And of course, you had to come and change his whole wardrobe.

“Hey, what – Ubbe, no! Stop!”

You didn’t have time to reach him before he opened his wardrobe and threw a bunch of your dresses to the ground. They fell in a pile next to his riding boots, and with no small pleasure, he saw how a soft-yellow day gown covered his mud-caked sole.

You kept asking him to stop, and any trace of a fine, innocent lady disappeared. You grabbed the neck of his tunic and pushed him back. Even if it got harder every time you tried, you still knew how to move Ubbe around. It didn’t matter how big or broad he got – you had enough experience to make him fall back into his butt.

It gave your enough time to grab the pile of dresses and try to put them back in the wardrobe. Two of them fell inside while the rest went back to the ground when Ubbe grabbed your ankle and made your go face first into the wood edge.

Instead of bothering to see if you were alright, he took the two dresses out and went back to gather his clothes.

Queen Aslaug and king Ecbert tried to start a conversation in the table with little success. She had asked about the weather, the chambers and even the horses. She learnt about the brawls Wessex was having with Sussex, and Ecbert got updated from the war between Northumbria in Chester. Hvitserk was busy with his food, and eventually, gave himself permission to leave. Aslaug wasn’t strong quick to say no to him, so she let him leave, and got stuck in an awkward silence where none of them wanted to ask the question.

Since you had arrived, king Ecbert hadn’t seen Ragnar. They used to be close friends when they were younger, but both efforts to unify their kingdom through their offspring had worn that relationship off. So he didn’t ask why the king of Mercia hadn’t shown up yet, or why only one of his sons was at the table.

The king didn’t bother asking neither about the swelling on his daughter’s forehead or the dried blood under prince Ubbe’s nose.

The big hall was filled with the sound of forks and spoons moving through different plates. Ubbe hadn’t thought it could get worse, after being kicked in the face and loosing custody over his own wardrobe. But it had, because his mother hadn’t even let him try and change his mind.

She had seen the bruise under his left eye and the wet towel trying to stop the bleeding from his nose, and had only said that he was old enough to deal with a woman. If that woman was princess Y/N, then it was his problem, not hers.

They ate in silence, Ubbe sneaking glances at you every now and then. There was a nasty bump on the left side of your forehead, which hadn’t stopped your from planting your right feet on his face as soon as he tried to take back his wardrobe. You both had been called to dinner before you could settle it, and he was strongly considering spending the night outside the castle.

Ubbe couldn’t avoid you forever, but he could try. He did during dinner time, and he intended to do so until he heard voiced in the corridor, as he walked back to the stables.

“I hate him, father. I hate him”

It was unmistakably your voice, and it was so full of sorrow and despair that for a moment he felt bad for you. Then, he remembered his missing wardrobe and the feeling of your heel on your nose and changed his mind.

He didn’t bother waiting to hear what you had to say about him, because he had mutual feelings. He hated you. Despised you. Because of you, he wouldn’t have the chance to marry someone he truly loved, to discover what it felt to share his life with a person who adored him just as much as he adored her.

There was not an inch of you that he liked, he thought. Not even the sight of that afternoon of you naked in his room could change it. Ubbe spent the majority of the next hours finishing chores he didn’t have to do. Checking on the soldiers, arranging meetings his father had missed lately, sharpening some of his weapons of choice. He wanted to talk with Hvitserk but his brother was nowhere in sight, which of course meant he was with some other woman.

Sigurd was at the port and he didn’t want to share his concerns with any other, so he eventually went back to his room and tried to forget what was waiting for him.

Only the moon light let him see that there were no more dresses on the floor or tunics on the bed, just his riding boots cornered next to the bathroom door. The only proof you hadn’t left was your night gown on the divan and a curled bump on the middle of his bed.

“Just great” he muttered, walking to his new assigned closet. “Great”

However, he was surprised by your dresses neatly aligned in the tight space. Certainly, they were too voluptuous for the closet, and some of them were folded in the chair of his desk. Ubbe moved cautiously towards the wardrobe, and found all of his clothes in his original place.

Not dwelling too much on the though or the fading annoyance, he let his clothes fall to the ground and stayed with his undergarment. He didn’t reach his bed when your sleepy voice cut the silence.

“You’re sleeping on the floor”

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