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ozzgin · 3 months

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Yandere! Demon x Gloomy! Reader

As much as you'd like to spend the rest of your life secluded away from the world, you need money. Conveniently enough, a new detective agency in town is hiring, and the salary is ridiculously good. The catch? Oh, you'll see once you sign the contract right...here. Congratulations! You've sealed a lifetime bond with their one and only employee, a demon from the depths of Hell!

Content: female reader, monster romance, dark humor, perverted goat demon yandere, based on ‘Yondemasuyo, Azazel-San’

[Part 2] [Monster masterlist]

There’s still enough time to go back, you think. It’s loud and crowded and you’d rather be home. The temptation is beginning to creep its tendrils over your mind, so you quickly pull out your phone and check your bank account. The numbers remind you why you’re here in the first place: if you don’t get a job soon, you’ll run out of savings.

Come on, it can’t be that bad. In fact, it’s the best offer you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Minimal interaction with humans, short hours, and absurdly good pay. A new detective agency opened in your town and they’re looking for an assistant. A regular person would most likely be put off by such shady circumstances. There must be a catch, but you couldn’t care less either way. What are they going to do, kill you? Sell your organs on the black market? They’d spare you the time to plan your own demise.

You climb the stairs and knock on the door. A deep voice tells you to enter, and you sheepishly make your entrance. The office is rather small and somewhat cramped, with stacks of papers scattered over the floor. Behind the desk sits a man – maybe in his thirties? – with messy black hair, sunken eyes, and an irked expression. Is this the detective? He looks like an angry thug. Not that you’re one to judge, given your overall gloomy aura that deters passersby with ease.

“Yes?” he asks curtly, not even looking up from his book.

“I’m here for the job offer. The assistant role?”

“Ah, yeah. Completely forgot about that.” He rummages through his drawer and pulls out a sheet of paper, slapping it on the desk. “Here’s the details. Same as in the ad. Here’s where you sign. Do you have questions?”

“Hmm, I guess not.” You hum, indifferent, and scribble your name.

The man finally glances at you, faint intrigue on his face.

“This went unexpectedly smoothly. What if it was a scam?”

“Then what?” You stare him in the eye with a flaccid smile. “There’s nothing to take from me. If it is a scam indeed, you’ll be the one disappointed in the end.”

His eyes narrow in an eerie grin, and he stands up.

“Perfect match.”

“Excuse me?”

He walks towards a secondary room and waits for you to follow him. Once you’ve joined, he turns on the lights, and you immediately notice a strange seal painted on the floor: Geometric symbols resembling a pentagram, surrounded by words in a language you don’t understand. You’re carefully observing the strange sight, so entranced that you don’t sense the detective lifting your hand and casually piercing your finger with a small scalpel.

Before you can react to the sudden attack, he presses your hand onto the contract you’d signed earlier. You wince in pain and swiftly pull your hand away, glaring at the man.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you demand angrily.

“I thought I’d already introduce you to the main tool we use to solve our cases.”

The sigil on the ground begins to glow and the edges move in a circular motion. A black ooze erupts from the center, rapidly expanding outwards. You glue yourself to the wall for safety, unsure of what is happening.

A clawed hand emerges from the cursed muck, grabbing onto the edges for support. Within seconds, a creature crawls its way out. A humanoid figure with curled horns and long locks, its body ending with goat hooves instead of legs, stands up and stretches before your terrified self. You tighten your jaw in anticipation.

“You always summon me during my best naps, damn it!” the demon barks.

The detective approaches the monster, completely unconcerned, and slaps its horns nonchalantly, earning a groan from the demon.

“Skip the unnecessary whining. This is our new assistant and your owner as of now.” He explains, dangling the contract before the horned creature and pointing a finger in your direction.

“The fuck? You said you’d end the deal if I completed that mission. You lied to me, you-!” the beast finally notices your presence and abruptly stops. “Well then, what do we have here?”

A wide, perverted smile replaces his frown, sharp fangs glistening with malice.

“Aren’t you a miserable one! You reek of apathy”, the demon exclaims, clacking his hooves in your direction. “Boy oh boy, I could just eat you up! Tell me your name.”

You open your mouth, but no sound comes out. You wonder if this is some bizarre dream after all. The demon clamps your lips back shut.

“Tempting offer, but I don’t need head right now. Save the gesture for later, alright? Let’s try again: Name!”

Your brows furrow in disbelief at his crass insolence.

“I-it’s (Y/N).” you finally manage to blurt out.

He strokes your head lovingly, as if he’s praising some house pet.

“Good girl. You can call me Zzy.”

For a moment, you completely forgot about the detective being in the same room. He places the demon under a firm hold and shoves him away from you, then hands you a thick, leathered book.

“This is his grimoire. Read it once you’re home. First day is tomorrow unless you need more time.”

“Tomorrow is fine”, you answer in a daze, fumbling to find the exit and ignoring the horned monster waving at you enthusiastically.

You’re lying in bed, still a little shaken from the events you witnessed earlier today. A detective agency that uses a demon to solve matters, and you’ve just been coerced into selling your soul for a lifetime bond with him. You sigh in exhaustion. At least the pay is good, you tell yourself as you trace your fingers over the old text of the grimoire:

“Great President of Hell, ruling three legions of demons. Brings insanity or great sorrow to any person the conjurer wishes. Feeds on sadness and fear. Causes people to end their life.”

Hard to believe that depraved buffoon holds such power. Although it does explain, at least, why the detective was eager to use you as a replacement. Or why the demon showed such intense interest.

“Who’s a buffoon?”

The voice is so close that you feel its hot breath on your ear. You scream and jump back in panic, tumbling out of the bed and scrambling onto the floor. You rub your eyes just to make sure: the half-goat creature is lounging under your sheets, gazing at you with a bored expression.

“Christ! I thought you’re not allowed to leave the office?” you inquire, baffled.

“That’s why I snuck this in your pocket!” he says as he procures a small coin. “I can track down cursed items. Hehe~”

As if remembering a vital detail, he throws himself up and joins you on the ground:

“Oh, but don’t tell Mr. Detective about it, or he’ll feed me to the dogs. It’s our secret.” he pleads, hands put together in a praying gesture.

“What are you even doing here?”

“I figured it’d be useful if we got to know each other as soon as possible, seeing as we’ll be working together from now on.”

“And it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

“Well…I also got really horny thinking of you and decided to just visit instead. How about a quick fuck?”

“Absolutely not. Eat a raw potato or something.”

“Don’t be like that! At least let me touch your boobs. Help a partner out, eh?”

Perhaps being scammed was not the worst-case scenario. You slap the demon’s groping fingers away and return to your previous spot in bed. It will be a long night.

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erwinsvow · 3 months

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⋆˚✿˖° part two of this ⋆˚✿˖°

the first time it had been tight shorts and an even tighter, cropped long sleeve. rafe had convinced you to stay back with him, murmuring in your ear about how no one else should get to see so much of you exposed like this. you’d fallen for it instantly, with big eyes and a sappy heart, realizing that you liked it when rafe was being overprotective like this.

the next few times hadn’t been as easy, like today. you had opted for skin-tight leggings—blue, like all your workout clothes were now, the pinks and yellows of the past swiftly replaced for your new favorite color—and a matching sports bra that made him want to lock you up in his bedroom.

you’re filling up your water bottle in the kitchen and waiting for sarah, which is your usual routine. rafe knows this and always conveniently always wanders down there when you’re on your way out and his sister is taking too long with her hair in the bathroom. he has at least five minutes alone with you.

“what’d i say about going out like that?”

you hold onto your bottle tight, not wanting to let it almost slip like last time. you smile automatically at the fact that he came to talk to you, but hide it before you turn, before he can see it.

“everyone wears stuff like this, rafe. it’s pilates.”

“ion know what that means.” he stalks closer, like last time, and you try to strengthen your resolve, “you gonna listen or are we gonna have a problem?” your face burns. you hope he doesn’t notice it.

“well, you’re not my boyfriend, so i don’t have to listen to you,” you say, sucking in a breath and trying to look rafe right in the eyes. it’s hard to not cave to his demands, but you know you’re right. you’re both silent for longer than you expected.

“is that so?” your knees suddenly feel weak, every logical fiber in your body shouting at you to not start something with rafe that you can’t finish. it takes everything in you not to set your bottle down on the counter and make your way back up to rafe’s bedroom. you fight the urge as hard as you can.

“m’just saying. if you were really my boyfriend i’d do what you say.” sarah comes down the stairs, and you use the chance to make your escape. when she’s out the door, you turn back quickly. “bye, rafe.”

your class is an hour, but getting a drink with sarah and your friends tacks on another thirty-minutes. when you finally come back to tannyhill, you’ve almost completely forgotten your interaction with rafe. you know he’s not serious about dating you, and it’s time for him to go back to just being sarah’s cute brother, and not your potential anything.

you settle on the couch, wondering if you should even risk staying for dinner or just head back home now, when you hear sarah from the kitchen.

“what the hell is this?” you follow the sound, walking in to find flowers on the counter, pretty yellow flowers with a pink bow, and a card that says your name on it.

ignoring sarah’s words, you open it up, and in scribbled handwriting that you immediately recognize is a few words.

better start listening. rc.

#<3 #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader

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mattslolita · 3 months

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lights down low - c. sturniolo

in which ... chris wins another show during the versus tour so he fucks you like a champion. bf!chris x black!fem reader

warnings ; smut , unprotected piv , semi-public sex , oral ( male receiving ) dom!chris, overstim

"𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒕."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱

you smiled softly behind stage as the winner was announced — once again, chris had won another show and so far he was in the lead. you couldn't make it to his other shows, so you thought it was a good idea to let nick and matt know you were coming to this show to surprise him.

as the show ended and the triplets said their goodbyes to the fans, they began to head backstage, which is where you waited nervously. nick saw you first, a grin immediately spreading onto his face as he was the first one to wrap his arms around you.

"oh my gosh twin, i missed you so bad!" you gushed as you hugged him back tighter.

"there's no way, i missed you way more!" nick laughs, as the two break apart.

"y/n!" came the sound of matt's voice next, and you squealed as you pulled him into a hug.

"bestie, i missed you!" you say, hugging matt and swaying back and forth a bit, "you need to get back up on yo grind, cause you only winning one show is not it."

"how about you go shoot some hoops, then?" matt says with an eyeroll, causing you to playfully push his arm way.

"baby? you're here?"

chris's voice causes matt to step aside as you grin sheepishly upon seeing your boyfriend chris — he wore a black beanie which had some of hair soft brown hair sticking out of it and a matching black hoodie. but even with the simplicity of his outfit, he still looked so fine.

"i missed you so much, ma," chris said, immediately going to scoop you up in his arms.

you took in the scent of his dior savauge cologne, inhaling deeply as he wrapped his arms around your waist holding you close to him — he held him in by the neck, running your hands through his hair as you softly pulled as the brown locks that adorned his head.

"okay, please get a room!" nick groaned, causing you both to pull away from the sweet embrace, "and stop hogging y/n, we missed her too!"

"not as much as i missed that pussy," chris whispered in your ear, causing your eyes to widen.

"boy!" you said, smacking his arm lightly which in turn causes him to give a light smack to your ass. "you play too damn much."

"oh come on baby, don't treat the champion like that," chris grins, looking down at you hungrily. "you know, i was thinking of you to help me win."

"oh really?" you ask, your big doe eyes staring up at him innocently, "and what're you gonna do with me now that you've won?"

"enjoy my trophy."

"fuck baby, just like that," chris moans, throwing his head back as he holds a firm grip on your hair.

you look him in the eyes as you swirl your tongue around his throbbing tip before taking him into your mouth — tears brim at your eyes as he thrusts into your mouth at a steady pace, causing you to deep throat him.

"sh-shit ma, i'm gonna cum," chris groans, "you ready?"

you let out a whimper to let him know you're ready and just then his load shoots into your mouth, which you swallow entirely. with a pop, you come up from his cock and wipe the edge of your mouth with a small grin.

"get on all fours, now," chris demands, standing up so that he's directly behind you.

you oblige and strip naked, getting on your hands and knees on the bed in front of you — being that you were on the tour bus, it was hard for you to move around so you were practically up against chris.

his hands immediately went to grip your waist as your back arched, your head coming into contact with the bed as it's pushed down. chris grabs his still throbbing cock and aligns it with your entrance, pushing himself all the way inside you.

"f-fuck, chris!" you yell out, the stretch burning you.

he gives you no time to adjust, his hips already rocking towards you at an ungodly pace causing your head to be buried into the mattress.

"fuck, right there!" you moan out, his tip kissing that sweet spot in your cervix.

"this sweet pussy, all for me," chris groans out, his grip on your waist likely to make bruises later, "you're so fucking tight, shit!"

"mm, keep going baby," you manage to whine out, as his cock keeps deliciously hitting your cervix at the angle.

"fuck baby, you like when i fuck you like this?" chris says tauntingly, leaning down to your ear, "my beautiful trophy, all fucked out."

"b-baby, i'm so close," you whine out.

"m'close too ma, hold it," chris grunts out lowly, not slowing his pace once. "fuck, i'm..."

with a loud moan, chris shoots his loud out into you painting your walls with his seed, which at the same time your juices spurt out of you as well.

but oh, he wasn't done. "turn and face me now, ma."

"chris, i'm sensitive!" you whine out as you turn back facing the front of him.

he looks down at you with a taunting smile, clicking his tongue. "c'mon ma, i know you can give me another one. you know your safe word."

and he's aligning his cock with your entrance again, this time he throws your leg over his shoulder as he slowly enters you, causing tears to form at your eyes at the sensitivity.

"oh my gosh!" you cry out, as he slowly moves at a steady pace trying to be thoughtful to your sensitivity.

"fuck, c'mon baby," chris says as he begins thrusting in and out you.

his looks down to see his bulge in your stomach, pressing down on it as you let out loud moans as he begins pounding into you mercilessly.

"fuck chris!" you whine, your nails digging into his back.

"look at you ma, taking my cock and doing so good for me," chris praises, causing you to moan.

one of his arms takes yours from off his back as he interlocks your hands whilst leaning down to kiss you sloppily — you know you're hair dresser is gonna be so tired of you coming back to get your hair re-done, cause you're almost certain it's messed up.

his kiss swallows any moan that threatens to spill out your mouth as the sound of squelching could be heard from the both of you, nothing but pure euphoria taking over both of your bodies as you indulge in each other.

"i'm gonna cum, baby," you whine.

"fuck, me too ma," chris moans, his thrusts becoming sloppier.

with a loud pornographic moan of his name, your orgasm washes over you for the second time as your juices spill out — chris lets out a gutteral groan as he shoots his load into you for the second time. his thrusts slow as you both ride out your high, then he pulls out of you and falls beside you.

you turn to smile at him, his hair sticking to his forehead as he immediately cups your face and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

"i've missed you so much," chris rasps, and you hold his hand in your own as you look up at him.

"i've missed you too, baby," you coo, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek.

lil 💌

look who finally wrote another smut ! i hope y'all liked this one. i'm gon try & get back into my lil writing groove, possibly write some shit other than smut too <3.

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supernovafics · 3 months

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Super random silly idea but for the I’ll be there for you universe I was thinking it would be so cute if reader and Steve chaperoned one of the kids school dances and got all dressed up for it :)

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k words

warnings: explicit language, fluff

summary: in which you and steve help chaperone a school dance for the kids

author's note: loved this request idea! thank you thank you !!

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Spring 1986

Dustin suggested the idea only days before the dance, and even with the short notice you were still agreeing. And you were forcing Steve to agree too, even though he actually didn’t need that much convincing.

You both thought that seeing all of the kids get dressed up and go to a school dance would be adorable, and chaperoning along with a handful of teachers and a few parents didn’t sound too bad.

In the beginning of the night you were designated to punchbowl duty, and you and Steve stayed together until he was being pulled away to help fix a decoration that had fallen, and then he got roped into doing a bunch of other things. When you saw him helping the gym teacher move a table, your eyes met his and you gave him a sorry but encouraging smile.

As the night started winding down, the punchbowl became empty— and since there was only an hour left of the dance, it would not be getting refilled— and you decided to simply linger on the sidelines, listening to the unfamiliar sounding pop songs and watching random kids have what looked like a good time dancing and talking. And then your gaze focused on the group of teens that you knew and loved; Will was talking animatedly about something and everyone else was smiling and laughing at whatever he was saying.

You felt a pair of arms circle around you from behind, a touch that you immediately recognized as Steve’s. The feel of his warmth enveloping you in the simple embrace was entirely familiar and never failed to comfort you.

“Hi,” He murmured in your ear.

“Hi,” You said as you instinctually leaned into his touch. The heels you were wearing to match the formless of the night made it easy for him to lean his chin against your shoulder. “Glad to see that you’ve finally managed to get away from moving tables and fixing the ‘Spring Fling’ sign.”

“I was almost forced to help fix one of the chairs that broke, but I made up an excuse about needing to use the bathroom, and I hope that he just does it without me or forgets about it.”

“Only one more hour until we can leave.”

“And I can’t wait,” He told you and then his mouth was brushing right against your ear as he quietly said his next statement. “Mainly because I’m really excited to pull this dress off of you.”

His words sent something equivalent to a shiver down your spine and at first all you could do was smile shyly.

From the second you were exiting your bedroom and Steve was seeing you for the first time that night, he was admiring and complimenting what you were wearing; a short sleeve cream-colored dress that subtly flared out at your waist and ended just a few inches above your knee. I need to get you out of this immediately, were his first words to you, and it was a demand that you wouldn’t have minded abiding by if you two weren’t already running late to the dance, so you instead quickly shut it down.

“Shh, stop,” You whispered to him now, attempting to make your voice sound as serious as possible. “Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself for now, Harrington.”

He laughed at that and only pressed a quick kiss to the side of your head in response.

The pop song that was playing switched to a slow one and everyone on the basketball court designated dance floor started pairing off. You smiled when you noticed Mike and El, and Lucas and Max joining the other pairs.

“They look really cute out there,” You said, leaning further into Steve and tilting your head to let it rest against his. “Reminds me of when we slow danced at our proms.”

“Thinking about it now, it probably should’ve been so obvious that we were into each other then.”

You nodded and laughed a bit. “Very.”

Steve’s arms dropped from your waist and he instead grabbed one of your hands, and turned you so that you were facing him. “Come on, let’s walk around for a bit.”

You teasingly smiled up at him. “We’re supposed to be watching everyone. Y’know, chaperoning.”

“No one will notice if we’re gone for a few minutes,” He was already leading you out of the gym and you let him.

Hand in hand, you two walked down one of the empty hallways, they were unfamiliar to you but the opposite to him. You could count on one hand how many times you had roamed the halls of Hawkins High School; each time it had mainly been to find a bathroom during one of Steve’s basketball games or swim meets.

“Where was your locker?” You asked him, suddenly very curious about the mundane fact that you didn’t know the answer to.

Steve laughed a bit. “What?”

“Where was it? I’m just realizing that I don’t know that.”

“We went to different schools, so it makes sense why we wouldn’t know that about each other,” He said, but then still decided to answer your question. He turned a corner and led you down a different hallway, and then pointed to the clump of lockers at the end. “Mine was at the end.”

“What number?”

“224.”

“Okay,” You nodded thoughtfully. “Got it.”

Steve was simply smiling amusingly at you, and you knew that he probably thought you were at least a little bit insane for being so interested in this random fact.

“What? This is important information to know just in case I ever have to give a speech about you or something,” You told him. “I’ll be able to say, Steve Harrington was a great best friend and awesome boyfriend. He had locker 224 for all four years of high school.”

He laughed a little before leaning in to kiss you. It was quick and you were smiling into it and then up at him when he pulled back.

“What was yours?”

“165.”

He nodded. “Okay, I’ll include that in my speech for you too.”

“Good,” You joked. “Actually, this information might be wedding vow material.”

“Very, very true,” He responded, playfully smiling at you.

Lightheartedly talking about the future— an inevitable engagement, wedding, marriage, etc.— had easily become a part of your and Steve’s banter. It was always spoken about jokingly, but it also felt obvious that neither of you entirely saw it as a joke. Because it did feel the tiniest bit real that eventually, one day, you two would get to that point— to the point of marriage, kids, and a kind of seriousness that warmed your heart and made you feel entirely at ease. You could so easily see yourself having that sort of life with Steve, and in some ways you already did have it.

You gave his hand a light squeeze, and let that simple action say what you wouldn’t right then because you didn’t want to get super sentimental; although Steve always loved when you did and would only playfully make fun of you for doing so. He squeezed your hand back and then pulled your intertwined palms up to press a soft kiss to the back of yours, silently telling you that he understood you and your heart squeezed in response.

Steve led you toward a random door at the end of a different hallway, and then he was letting go of your hand to pull the door open and let you in first. It was dark for the most part— the only light was coming from the bright streetlights that could be seen out the large windows— and neither of you made any attempt to find the light switch. You quickly noticed the many, many bookshelves and tables neatly scattered around the huge room.

“The library?” You asked, turning to lean back against one of the empty tables and giving him an amused smile. “You wanna study, Steven?”

He was quickly closing most of the distance between you two and his hands found your hips. “Nope, no studying.”

“Okay,” You simply nodded and then easily pushed up onto the table. Steve immediately moved closer and settled between your now parted legs, which made you inwardly smile at his eagerness.

Your arms came up to loosely circle his neck and you were looking up at him for just the briefest of seconds before his mouth was hurriedly finding yours and your eyes were slipping shut. You were reminded of the first time this had ever happened, back in your bed at the cabin in Colorado, and you also thought about the second time, at home in the kitchen. Actually, anytime you kissed Steve like this you were reminded of those moments— the certainty you both felt, but there was still such a newness to it all. You adored that feeling, and you especially loved how it would always settle into something so comforting and familiar after only a few moments.

You were pulling away when you needed to catch your breath. Your eyes were still closed but you knew Steve well enough to know that his mouth would immediately find your neck, kissing your skin and teasingly sucking the sensitive spot right at the underside of your jaw. Any other time, you would've happily let him do it; in fact, you probably would’ve begged for it. But in this moment, your hands found his chest and stopped him because you didn’t want to get stuck with a hickey that you would have no way of covering up for the next hour.

Steve laughed as he pressed a kiss against the side of your mouth. “I wouldn’t have left one this time. I promise.”

“I love you, but I don’t believe that.”

He jokingly shook his head in disbelief and let out a playful scoff. “We’ve known each other for almost ten years, where’s the trust?”

You only shrugged in response and had to bite your lip to hold back the laugh that you wanted to let out. Steve easily read through the half-hearted shrug and instead of keeping the little game going, he poked your side, which did make you laugh.

Him smiling at your laughter and the fond look on his face right then reminded you of an older time, a different time when he was obsessed with doing anything to make you laugh and you loved to do the same for him. A sort of competition formed during the summer before your Sophomore year of high school where you two kept count about how much you made the other person laugh. After barely a week, accurately keeping score became much harder than you both thought it would be so you two decided to end the game by simply calling it a tie— although Steve loved to say that it was him who, in fact, won.

Abruptly thinking back to that memory and then being brought back to this moment also made you think of something else.

“Hey… Do you ever think that it was dumb of us to not start dating sooner?” Your gaze held his as the question left your lips. You weren’t entirely sure why it was on your mind right then. Maybe it was being in his old high school and peeking back into that life that made you feel a mix of nostalgic and a bit regretful. “Like, we could’ve been happier sooner or whatever if we realized years ago…”

Steve shook his head first before pressing the softest kiss against your forehead. “I’ve thought about that too, but I honestly think it was meant to happen this way.”

You found yourself agreeing with the simplicity of his response. It was supposed to happen exactly like this— slowly, years and years worth of obliviousness and internal denials, and then it hitting you both so suddenly, all at once, and finally not wanting to shy away from it.

“You’re right,” You told him and didn’t give him a chance to potentially say anything in response before you were pulling him back toward you and meeting his lips halfway.

He squeezed your hips and pulled you to the edge of the table, keeping you impossibly close and you didn’t mind that at all, your own fingers hooked in the belt loops of his black pants in attempts to keep him close to you too. You even let his lips find your neck after a moment and trusted him that no hickeys would be left in his wake. Your fingers were itching to slowly unbutton the white shirt he was wearing or to let his hands loosen their grip on your hips and slip beneath your dress that now sat dangerously high on your thighs. You were really close to throwing rational thinking out of the window and letting both of those things happen, but you knew that you couldn’t.

“We should probably head back to the gym,” You mumbled when minutes that only felt like seconds passed. You decided to let the logical side of your brain finally take over. “Before anyone notices we’re gone. Especially the kids. They’d have a field day with this one.”

Steve pulled away from your neck, lightly chuckling against your skin, and nodded. You fought the urge to simply bring his mouth back to yours in another languid and heart pounding kiss that would once again make you feel weak in the knees.

“You’re right,” His hand was finding yours and lacing your fingers together and then he gave you a tiny hint of a smirk. “I really can’t wait to go home.”

You nodded immediately and smiled up at him. “Me too.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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moonlightndaydreams · 24 days

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OMG I've been having han brain rot all day so I was wondering if you could do a fic about virgin han cumming his pants and getting all shy and embarrassed cause he came to fast please and thank you 🫶🏻🫶🏻

My brain has either been in virgin!han or dom!han mode lately, and tbh I’m loving both!

Inexperienced!Hannie x ForwardFem!Reader

CW: making out, partial nudity, fingering, orgasms

Jisung paced his living room. You would be there soon. He was nervous. He always was when you were coming over to watch anime with him.

“Breathe. Just breathe, Jisung. She’s just your friend.” A friend that makes him hard whenever you sit near him.

Maybe he should go masturbate? Take the edge off? That sounded like a good idea.

Knock knock.

“Fuck!” He raked his fingers through his hair and took a grounding breath.

“Y/n!” He grinned opening the door to see you standing in your matching beige sweatpants and hoodie.

“Sungie!” You smiled and kissed him on his cheek. Your lips were soft and your hair smelled delicious.

Did your lips just linger on his cheek?

“Um,” he pulled away abruptly. “What did you wanna watch?” He stood in the middle of the room and busied himself with the remote.

You stood next to him. “Sungie.” You said softly. “I like you.”

“There’s a new series we could —”

“Jisung.” Your hand came to rest on his hand that was holding the remote. “I like you. And, I think you like me.”

His eyes rested on where your hand was touching his. Then he slowly lifted his eyes to meet yours.

“Every time you invite me over to watch a series, you act really awkward and stand-offish. I thought maybe you didn’t like me, but… then you invite me over again. And again. And again.”

Jisung but his lip. “Um…”

“I like you too, Sungie.” You repeated.

“You do?” He choked.

You nodded. “A lot.” You took a step closer to him. “Can I kiss you?” You whispered.

“Y-yes.” He whispered and closed his eyes. Were you really going to kiss him?

He whimpered when your lips met his. Thank fuck you made the first move, because Jisung didn’t have it in him. Every time you came over to watch anime, he told himself he’d tell you how he felt. But he never did. He couldn’t do it. What if you didn’t like him like that? What if you thought it was a joke or something?

You kissed him feverishly and he was rock hard in record time. He hoped you wouldn’t notice, but then you pushed your body up against his, and he knew you could feel it.

“Mmm…Sungie.” You moaned into his mouth as you pressed your pelvis against him.

Bravely, he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you against his body.

You peeled away from the kiss and smiled up at him. “Wanna go to your room?”

“Baby, I’m… a-are you sure?”

“I know you’re a virgin, Sungie. It’s okay. I just wanna make out with you.” You cupped his cheek. “I’m not ready to have sex, but I want to lay on your bed and kiss you more.”

Jisung may have been struggling to string a sentence together, but he had no trouble letting you push him into his room and push him down on the bed.

You were on him instantly, straddling him, kissing him. He slid his hands up underneath your sweatshirt to feel your warm, soft skin under his fingers.

He moaned when you ground against his hard on. Fuck, he was so hard he ached.

Suddenly you sat up and pulled your hoodie off over your head and unclasped your bra.

“Fuck, baby. Y-you don’t have to —”

“Touch me, Sungie. Please.” You looked down with pleading eyes and grabbed onto his hands, guiding them up to cup your breasts.

The way you felt in his hands, and the way you were rocking against him, it felt so much better than he’d imagined, which he did a lot.

You tugged at his shirt, demanding he take it off, and he sat up, allowing you to pull it off and toss it to the side. Your hands immediately explored his shoulders, pecs, abs. You hands. They felt so good on his skin.

You pushed him back down onto the mattress, laying on top of him. Your bodies against each other.

You didn’t stop grinding against him, pressing his painful erection between your bodies. The visual of your naked tits and soft tummy was too much for Jisung.

His eyes rolled back into his head as he came in his pants.

Fuck! No. No, he couldn’t have.

His eyes sprang open and he could tell you hadn’t noticed. What was he going to do? How was he going to hide it? What would you think if you knew?

You started to kiss his neck, then his chest. You licked his nipple making him whimper. You made your way down his torso and hooked your fingers under the waistband of his sweats.

He was panicking internally.

You paused.

He looked down.

You were looking at the wet patch on his sweats.

He wanted the earth to swallow him up.

“Sungie,” you looked up at him with a sly smirk.

“I’m sorry. You’re just too sexy, baby.” He said shyly. “Fuck! This is embarrassing.” He groaned and covered his face with his hands.

“It’s, okay. Sungie. Please.” You moved back up to hover over him and peeled his hands away.

“Why don’t you make me come in my pants too?” The corner of your mouth curled up.

Jisung’s eyes flung open. “Really?”

You nodded and laid down beside him. “I need your hand.”

Jisung couldn’t decide if things were going great or going absolutely horribly. He wanted to do all these things with you, to you, but at the same time it meant he’d have to admit his inexperience.

“I’m not sure what to do.” He admitted. What else could he do? Fumble around?

“It’s okay. Here.” You shimmied your sweats off, leaving you in nothing but your panties, and took hold of his hand. “I’ll guide you.”

Jisung could feel himself getting hard again as you used his hand to pleasure yourself. You’d slipped his hand down the front of your underwear and ran his fingers through your wetness. He’d never felt anything like it. Wet, warm soft.

You closed your eyes and ground your pussy against his hand. Then you slipped his finger inside you. You felt so tight that he wondered how he was going to fit his dick inside. Would you let him try sometime?

Your hips rocked faster against his hand.

“Sungie…fuck…I’m coming Sungie.” You moaned as your legs shook and you came.

You pulled his hand from your core and brought it to your mouth, licking his digits clean.

It was truly the sexiest thing Jisung had ever seen.

“See. Now we’ve both made a mess in our underwear.” You smiled at him.

“Yeah. But, I’m hard again.” He choked.

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likedovesinthewindd · 16 days

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game; part eight of sore loser ⋆ masterlist

summary: patrick doesn't understand the game you're playing | content/warning: explicit language, light angst, arguing, and everyone being shitty lmao | tags: @midwestprincesss

"Do you ever think she's just using us?"

Art makes a questioning sound, muffled by the mouthful of donut he had all but shoved into his mouth. He chews and swallows it quickly before speaking up again. "What do you mean?" he asks.

Patrick sinks a little lower into the plastic chair, the sun catching his face before he sits upright again. "I dunno, like," he thinks a moment before continuing. "This thing we have, whatever it is," he says, gesturing between the two of them, "it just kinda revolves around tennis."

"It's like some kind of weird pavlovian response she has," he continued, eyes trained on the blue clay of the turf. "Like as soon as she starts talking about tennis, it gets her going."

"Kinky," Art joked with a playful scoff. Patrick shook his head, his body sinking back down into the chair. "It's kinda fucked up," he added softly. Art only hummed as he thought the situation through, his hand wiping across his mouth absent-mindedly. "Maybe it's better that way," he says, "I mean, she knows you're not serious—"

"Who says I'm not serious?" Patrick asked, looking at Art, who in return had a incredulous look on his face. "C'mon, Pat," he started, "you're in a new city every week, she's doing good for herself, moving up the ranks. I mean," he shrugged.

Patrick scoffed, sitting upright once again. "Why do you sound like you're trying to protect her from me or something?" he asked with a laugh lacking any humor. Art stayed quiet, his eyes now also trained on the blue turf, and just in time to see you emerge from the locker room, the giant bag hanging from your shoulder.

Patrick's eyes followed you for a moment, watching the way your tennis skirt swayed with each step before he suddenly stood up and moved through the grumbling people wordlessly.

When you scanned the crowd, you found Art sitting in the fourth row, a small smile on his face when your eyes finally met his. You returned the gesture with a wave before you noticed the seat next to him empty, no Patrick in sight. Your stomach churned with something uncertain as you started warming up.

✰ ⊹ ˚.

You lost, and horribly at that. Your opponent was still fairly new and the fact that she had managed to beat you inflated her ego by a hundred and made you want to throw the tennis racket at her head to wipe that smug look off her face. You should've been able to beat her, but you didn't, and now Sarah Joy Anderson had ended your winning streak.

You were in a foul mood after that, not even waiting around for Art and immediately making your way back to your dorm. A piping hot shower later, and you now sat quietly in bed, finally working on your assignments as the small radio on your dresser softly played.

A knock at your door startled you a bit and you had to gather all your strength to face anyone considering the mood you were in. You got up with a grunt, taking a moment to take a few calming breaths before opening the door.

It was almost funny how fast the initial calmness seeped right out of your body at the sight of Patrick standing in front of you, a matching scowl on his features.

"What kind of game are you playing here?" he asked, voice soft but still demanding of an answer. "I don't wanna do this right now," you said, ignoring his question as you moved to slam the door shut until he effectively stopped it with an outstretched arm. "I'm serious," he said, eyes staring you down and filled with so much unidentifiable emotion you almost folded. "What's your plan? Why are you doing this?" he tried again.

You were quiet for a few moments, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You were angry at him, angry at losing to fucking Sarah Joy. Angry that he thought he could come here and confront you like this. "Why weren't you there today?" you asked, a small smirk forming when you could physically see the frustration expression deepening, his hands moving to rub over his reddening face. "Because I don't want to play your fucking game anymore," he answered in a frustrated breath.

"Choose," he said suddenly, catching you off guard. "What?" you questioned, recoiling when he moved closer to you, almost in your face. "Choose," he repeated, "me or Art."

"No," you said, watching that sickening smirk stretch across his face. "C'mon, is it really that hard?" he laughed. Actually laughed. "Fuck you," you said with so much venomous anger you felt lightheaded once the words left your mouth. "Yeah, you've been trying to for months."

The sound of your open palm hitting his face was loud in the quiet hallway, echoing through the area and through your body. The bright red hand rapidly imprinting itself onto the side of his face almost made you smile if it weren't for the look on his face.

You both were quiet, the realization sinking in as you stared at each other. It was a blur after that, as cliché as it sounded. All you remember was him pulling you closer with a force that had you practically falling against his chest and his mouth on yours. And as messed up as it was, you could feel the anger pouring out of you with the way he was gripping at you and the way his mouth moved against yours almost angrily.

✰ ⊹ ˚. part nine

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|| Relationship Headcanons #2 || Poly!Sakura x Reader x Poly!Suo || Wind Breaker ||

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due to popular demand folks we are back again for part 2 I can literally go on and on about them HELP

PART 1

: fluff. polyamorous relationship. established relationship

❥ Let’s start this off with how they all got together in the first place. I reckon it’s something like where you and Suo were already together. Ever since Sakura joined the group he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You’re so kind and beautiful. Just brushing past you has his heart racing. However, when he found out you were with Suo he was definitely down in the dumps but that didn’t stop him from continuing to like you-no matter how much he tries to snuff it out.

❥ Suo from the first moment could tell that Sakura likes you. It’s natural, how could anyone not like someone like you? He didn’t say anything about it wanting to observe how it’ll turn out. Until he notices your eyes now linger a little longer on Sakura. He understands your feelings because he feels it too. So Suo decides to pull all three of you for a discussion, long story short you’re all happily together now.

❥ Since you’re all together, you all call each other by your first names. Sakura had a difficult time as he already has a hard time just calling you and Suo by your last names. Suo likes to tease as Sakura gets beet red trying to say your first name. Sakura is really not used to anyone calling him by his first name so every time you and Suo say his name, he freezes in shock.

❥ Sakura is inexperienced in a lot of things it’s up to you and Suo to show him the wonders of the world. Dates happen quite often, bringing Sakura to places he’s never been to before such as the aquarium or the amusement park.

❥ It’s so adorable how Sakura’s eyes light up as he sees all the fishes, you can’t help but coo at him. Pulling him along to look at the different tanks, all the meanwhile Sakura is flushed red. Suo trails behind you both with a gentle smile on his face, secretly snapping pictures of you two. Who knows maybe he’ll capture an ugly picture of Sakura to use as blackmail.

Suo: Oh look, Haruka-kun! That penguin looks like you!

Sakura: YOU WANNA TAKE THIS OUTSIDー!

❥ Speaking of amusement park dates, Sakura feels his soul his leaving his body every time he rides another scary looking attraction. He swears he’s fine but you and Suo both know otherwise. Suo on the other hand, is as cool as a cucumber with a smile on his face as you and Sakura grip onto him screaming your lungs out.

❥ You begged Sakura and Suo to wear the ear head bands with you. Sakura put up quite the struggle saying it looks lame but eventually your puppy dog eyes won him over. Of course you all have matching ears-Suo happily paid for them because he’s a rich boy like that who likes to spoil. The picture you all took in front of the castle is your phone’s wallpaper.

❥ Suo likes to invite both you and Sakura over for lunch or dinner. Suo is alone most of the time so it’s nice to have some company over at his house. His cooking is magnificent, he has you and Sakura asking for seconds. The hard part is forcing him to eat as well. You were almost begging on your knees for Suo to take at least one bite.

❥ Another hobby you all like to do together is play video games. A fight almost broke out because of how many times Suo beat Sakura at a game. Suo swears he’s going easy on Sakura which pisses him off a lot more. Despite the many times he loses he always asks for a rematch. You have to hold Sakura down before he tackles Suo.

❥ You always like to give these boys hello and goodbye hugs despite seeing each other almost everyday. Suo gladly accepts your hugs, hugging you back-burying his face in your hair. While Sakura malfunctions like a robot whenever you wrap your arms around him-then again just the slightest touch from you has him sweating.

❥ You once tried not giving them goodbye hugs and it did not go well. Suo was immediately sulking, complaining how you don’t love him anymore he’s just wants to tease you. Sakura will give you the silent treatment, because he’s too embarrassed to voice out his thoughts. He really likes your hugs no matter how much he complains about it. Please give these poor boys their huggy wuggies.

lemme know if part 3 is needed hehe

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moonhoures · 8 months

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Open Wide

🕷️ kinktober — day 14: dom!idol 🕸️

pairing: taehyung (bts) + reader (g/n)

genre: non-idol!au, smut, fluff

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, oral (m receiving) / deepthroating, d/s dynamics, soft dom!taehyung, taehyung calls reader ‘pretty’, lots of praise, mentions of safewords, cum swallowing

word count: ~1.2k

synopsis: your boyfriend wants to try something new, and you’re eager to fulfill his desires

posted: october 14, 2023

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Pliant. Obedient. Eager. Attentive. Submissive. That’s exactly how Taehyung liked you to be.

When he met you, he could tell you were good—not just a good person, but good. He pinned you as the type to do as you’re told. The type to listen well. The type to be up for anything. And he loved people like that. They made for fun partners, especially sexually. He was drawn to them. And so, he was drawn to you.

Likewise, you were drawn to his charisma and his demanding presence. It was like he naturally commanded the attention of everyone when he stepped into a room, and it drove you wild. He seemed so powerful, without even trying.

You two hit it off almost immediately. Something in the two of you just seemed to click when you were together, like a match catching flame. It was evident in the way you kissed each other. The way you entangled yourselves. The fiery passion in which you made love, every single time. He loved putting you in your place, and you had no problem fulfilling his every demand. You were eager to try anything with him, even things you had never done with anyone else. In fact, you were even more excited to do new things because you felt so safe with him. Taehyung was many things, but he was always considerate of your boundaries, your feelings, and your input. Still, you put full faith in him.

For instance, as he was finished eating you out one night, you had offered to return the kindness. And of course he accepted, but he had an idea.

“Can we try something out?” he asked, though he knew you would nod zealously in agreement to nearly anything he proposed. Which you did. “Lie down on the bed for me, with your head at the edge.”

You hesitated for only a moment before setting in motion. You moved from your position lying against the pillows to lying horizontally on the bed, your head at the edge of the sheets, just like he asked. You waited patiently, listening to the rustling sounds of your boyfriend undressing a few feet away. When he was done, he emerged above you, and you could hear his hand moving along his erected length slowly. Your thighs pressed against each other in anticipation for what he had in store.

“I’m gonna have you move up some more,” he spoke in that deep, gentle tone that had you willing to go to war for him. His hands were careful in handling your neck and head, adjusting you until your head was hanging off the side of the bed. Your face was a mere foot away from his groin. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock so close to you. You wanted him in your mouth so bad, but you had to wait until he was ready, “How’s that? You okay, pretty?”

“Yes,” you replied softly, and he admired the smooth curves of your neck. It would look so much better once his cock was down your throat.

“What’s the safeword?” he asked you every time you tried anything new or rough.

“Red.”

“And if you can’t speak?”

“Pinch your thigh.”

“Good. Are you ready?”

You affirmed that you were, and then your tummy was practically performing in the Olympics the way it flipped. You watched him fist his erection, just waiting for the chance to have it to yourself. Luckily, he didn’t leave you hanging for too long. He shifted closer to you, and you instinctively stuck your tongue out. He was so close; you swore you could taste him already.

“That’s it, open wide for me.”

The corners of your mouth stretched as wide as they could, and you let your tongue rest on your bottom lip. Taehyung fed the tip of his cock between your lips, a shaky hiss leaving his gritted teeth as your tongue immediately began to lick at it. He whispered for you to hold on, let him get all the way in. So you did as you were told (like you always did) and you backed off, taking deep breaths through your nose as he sunk further and further into your mouth. Eventually, he pressed against the back of your throat, and he let out a sigh of gratification. Perfect.

“You’re doing good, _______.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

His hips ever-so-slowly began to shift back and forth as he fucked your mouth. He moved slowly, carefully, more gentle than he usually was when you deepthroated him, because he knew this new position was a little more difficult. The angle wasn’t the same as how you usually sucked him off, so he was just being a bit more cautious. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you.

He pumped in and out of you with his lip caught between his teeth, trying not to lose himself in the warm, wet pleasure of your mouth. Heaven, that’s what it felt like. Like he had lived a charitable life and was being blessed at the pearly gates that were your lips. His resolve was slipping slowly but surely, and he had to check himself when he found he was becoming a little rough in his movements. One glance at your hands fisting the sheets beside your hips had him slowing instantly.

“Are you okay, love?” he cooed through bated breath, nearly coming to a halt. But you gave a thumbs up with one hand, and a smile graced his lips. My little trooper, he thought. He rewarded you with a soothing caress of your tits, knowing you loved when he played with them.

You moaned around him, causing a domino effect as a lustful whimper subsequently fell from his tongue.

“Taking it so well. You deserve the world, you know that?” he asked, bucking his hips carefully. His eyes trailed from your chest to your throat where he could see the faintest outline of his cock thrusting under your skin. His eyelids fluttered, and his breath hitched, “I’m gonna give you the world one day.”

Your stomach was in knots but you weren’t quite sure if it was from the butterflies or the arousal. Either way, you wanted nothing more than for him to cum. To return the pleasure he always gave you.

“Fuck, where have you been all my life?” he questioned, knowing you couldn’t respond but even if you did, your reply would fall on deaf ears. He was focused on one thing only and that was cumming down your throat. Painting your tongue with his essence. Watching you swallow it—all of it.

And then it was happening. His abdomen flexed and his body went still as his cock twitched against your tongue. Your eyes screwed shut as you prepared for the jolting sensation of his seed shooting into your mouth. The familiar taste only lingered shortly after you swallowed around his tip before he pulled out of you completely. His chest moved with each heavy breath he took, and he admired the look of your glistening, swollen lips being licked by your tongue. He had to resist the overwhelming temptation to kiss you then. He could wait a few minutes to make out with you while he was pounding into you, showing you just how much he loved and appreciated how good you were for him. Because you were always the best, submissive partner he could ever ask for. And you deserved to know it.

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gglitch1dd · 8 months

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The True Heir (Knight Eijiro x Queen Reader)

Day 4 of Breedingtober

You need an heir and fortunately for Eijiro, he has been chosen to give you such.

Warning: Sort of selling ones body, Fantasy AU, hints of an arranged marriage, consensual cheating, pregnancy, breeding kink, smut, sort of a sexual awakening for YN

Words: 6,1k

Sir Kirishima Eijiro walked through the halls of the castle as he moved forward with a goal in mind. He had been summoned before you, and for what reason, he was about to find out. It made him nervous and borderline fearful. It wasn’t as if he was so unknown that this would be a total surprise but considering that he had only ever had a few encounters with you, it was one of surprise regardless.

The large redhaired knight moved quickly, letting out a stuttered breath. He minded the maids and the handmaidens he passed, nodding to them all quickly as he made his way to the Queen’s side of the palace. The large palace was clean to no fault with decorations that made the entire hallway seem almost mystical in the late night.

Eijiro finally made it to the Queen’s drawing room. He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. He let out a stuttered breath before motioning to the other guards to allow him through. The guards opened the door allowing the knight inside. The room was lit with candles as well as the fireplace. The room had plush chairs that were occupied by a few ladies, one whom was playing the piano filling the room with song. The knight’s presence didn’t go unnoticed by them as they giggled at his appearance.

Suddenly, Eijiro felt like a fish out of water.

However is attention was on you. You sat on a lounge chair, relaxed in a state that Eijiro had never been permitted to see you in. You were not in one of your corseted or buttoned dresses that kept you modest, hidden and yet beautiful. No, not in the slightest. You sat in a white long satin feathered robe with a satin belt to match that was tied around your waist. Eijiro’s eyes met yours as you watched him carefully.

Immediately, the knight moved down to one knee, his head bent down before you as he prayed that you would not demand for his eyes due to his stupidity to gaze upon you in such a state. “Your majesty, Queen Y/N. I apologize for my tardiness, I had only learnt of your summons now and-”

“There is no need for apologies.” You dismissed him of any grovelling he might be prepared to do before you. You looked down at the knight in front of you. He was dressed in silver armour, typical of a knight, however he had a black cape which wasn’t so typical, that cascaded down his right shoulder, pooling on the floor next to him, regal and beautiful. He was a large man. Larger than life, burly and thick of muscle and yet undeniably handsome with round ruby eyes to hypnotise any that gazed upon him. You tilted your head up with a gentle smirk. “Sir Kirishima Eijiro…” You let out lowly. “A Beast of the battlefield. The Red Riot, unbreakable.” You stated his titles, making the ladies around you giggle, all dressed in nightwear, although much more covered up than you. Eijiro blushed. “Do you know why I called you here?”

“No, your majesty.”

You hummed as you looked up. You motioned with one hand and your ladies stood up and left the room. It took a minute, before the both of you were truly alone. You stood up from your chair. “Please, rise Sir Kirishima. Sit. We are alone here, just you and I.” You told him honestly.

The knight’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked up from where he was. You bore a harmless smile as you looked down at him. He hesitated for a second before rising to his feet and moving to sit in one of the chairs opposite you. You smiled, happy to see him sitting down. You moved over to grab two glasses of wine. You poured one for yourself and one for him.

With your back to him, Eijiro wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. “Tell me, Sir Kirishima… is it true that your hair changed colour due to the sheer amount of blood that had fallen upon it?” You asked.

Eijiro wasn’t entirely sure if this was a conversation meant to happen between him and a noble woman but you were his queen and he had to answer any question you had. He cleared his throat. “I am not entirely sure, your majesty. The mages say so, however my father believed its some odd soap I use.”

His bluntness made you laugh. You turned around with the two glasses of wine. “Sounds like something your father would say. A good man. A man who protected the realm and the royal family with his life.” You moved over to hand him a glass. He gratefully took it from you with a nod as you moved back to sit down in your chair. “May his soul rest in the stars. He would have been very proud of all you’ve become.”

Eijiro gave a sad smile as he looked to the cup of red wine in his hand. He lifted it up to his lips. “I pray so.” He let out lowly as he tasted the expensive wine. It was no tavern beer, that was for sure. This was sweet as it was burning, and fruity too. It tasted good.

“I know he would. You are the head of your family now, aren’t you? You’ve done well with your circumstances to keep your family alive. That’s commendable.”

Eijiro didn’t really say anything to that. After his father died in battle years ago, Eijiro was left as the oldest and only son of his family and had to do everything he could to care for them. Considering he was a lot like his father, becoming a knight wasn’t too difficult. It was a lot of work but it brought in money and put food on the table and that was all Eijiro wanted for his family. He worked hard at trying to rise up the ranks. The higher in ranks he became, the more money could send home for all his younger sisters and his mother. A cattle farm could only bring in so much.

You noticed his slight shift showing how he was a bit uncomfortable with the topic. You gave him a sad smile. “I apologise if I have made you uncomfortable. You see, I did not bring you here to discuss your father nor your path in life. I summoned you, because I have a proposal.” Eijiro looked up to you as you stared down at your glass of wine. For as long as he had known you, you never really looked nervous before. You were always such a calm and collected Queen. You were beautiful and lovely, calm and logical and yet loving and thoughtful towards your subjects. Yet now, without all the frills and eyes, you seemed almost… like a person. “The king is infertile.”

That news made Eijiro’s eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets at that news. It was something that was so unfathomable to think about one’s king it was often seen as treason to even discuss the possibility of it. “How… how do you know this?”

You leaned back as you took a sip of your wine. “As you know, the King and I have been married for five years and we have yet to be blessed with a child. At first, the healers thought that I might be the problem and thus advised that the king take a mistress.” You lifted up the glass to your lip, a large gulp this time as you tried to calm your nerves. “However, even then, no matter the woman, no seed was planted.”

Such news made Eijiro’s head spin. This felt way too much for him to know. Such a big secret could get one killed. He moved to take a gulp of his own wine before looking back to you.

“Of course, we can not tell the public of this. This means the end of a dynasty and end of the family that has ruled the kingdom for nearly a century, however the facts do not change. The royal family needs an heir and if it can not come from his majesty… it must come from me. And that is where you come in.”

Eijiro raised a dark eyebrow. “My queen? How could I possibly help?”

You took a moment, really thinking this through before letting out a heavy breath. You looked up to the knight in front of you. “I want you to give me your seed to grow it into a child. In simple words, I want you to breed me.”

Eijiro choked on his spit, forcing him to set down his glass as he coughed. You knew it was a lot to process so you let him take a second. Eijiro sat up as he looked at you wide eyed. “Why me? Your majesty,” He let out a humoured chuckle. “I am of no importance. I am not a noble nor am I a Lord of any house or land. I am… I am not worth being the father of a king.” He reasoned. It was painful to hear him say it but you knew it was true just how he knew it was true.

You shifted uncomfortably for a moment but gained your confidence again. “Sir Kirishima, I am aware, but I have thought of every other outcome. All other lords are already married and much too prideful to have any restraint in not claiming their own name over the babe. You share characteristics with the king that could cover up any questioning of heritage. Your eye colour and hair, although features are different, we could excuse that on my part.”

“Your majesty even if what you say is true, that I would-” His voice got stuck in his throat. The pure notion of it was almost too unbelievable to say and put it into the air. “If it was indeed true, how would this benefit me slightly?”

You smiled, happy that he was thinking about himself and his safety in this matter. “Do not worry, I will ensure that you are paid weekly for your… duties to me.” A red blush came onto his cheeks but he tried to keep a straight face. “If I do conceive a child, your pay will increase handsomely. From the moment you agree to this you will be trained as becoming part of my Queen’s Guard and will be by my side the entire time. You will get to watch your child become ruler of our kingdom. You will be given enough land and money for your family to live more than comfortably.”

Eijiro hesitated. He would be a damn fool to deny this offer. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. For all the reward he would be getting just to impregnate you, it seemed all too good to be true. If he did this, it would mean never having to worry about his family financially ever again. It would mean focusing on getting his sisters the lives they wanted instead of just helping them survive day by day. It meant finally getting some stress off his mother’s shoulders, knowing he would be in a safer position in your Queen’s Guard where he would just have to protect you all day and not risk his life out there. It would mean watching the child he created with you grow up to become ruler.

You could see the gears working in his head as he thought about this. “All I need is an heir and spare from you, and if that is where you wish to cut all physical interactions with me, that is all well with me.” You assured him.

Eijiro was quiet and you weren’t entirely sure what he would say about this matter. He closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. “I will do it, your majesty. Although I have one request to make.” He opened his deep ruby eyes and looked over to you, a serious look on his face.

You sat up at that. “You may state it.”

“My sisters Tamami and Tamiko… I wish for you to help them to become some sort of ladies. They are… they are on the softer side and always loved the thought of court and dresses and all that. I heard you sponsor ladies of humble beginnings so that they might flourish. I would be forever grateful if you could increase their chances for a better life, better than a common born woman can get on her own.” He requested, head down.

You paused at the request. You were expecting something, anything about him and yet here he was making a request for his sisters to have a better life and not him. You smiled dearly at the man in front of you. You got up from your chair and carefully walked over to him. You crouched down in front of him, making his eyes widen in surprise. You nodded your head. “I promise to do all that I can for your sisters and family.” You guaranteed him.

He nodded slowly. “Alright then. I’ll… I’ll be your stud, your majesty.”

Eijiro wasn’t sure what he was getting himself into now that he was sitting in your bedroom, waiting for you to arrive. You were having dinner with the king last he heard which was why in the middle of that one of your closest handmaidens, a woman he had grown to be close with, Ashido Mina, had brought him here to wait for you.

Tonight was the night. The starting night of the journey of creating a king.

Quite literally.

Eijiro tried his best when he bathed today, trying to smell at least fresh enough for you to lay with him, and he’d even washed his hair and begged one of the laundrymaids to wash his shirt again and make it look nice. It wasn’t like this was him courting you or anything. But he at least wanted to impress you. You came to him, and he had to keep up your expectations.

His heart was thrumming in his chest as he tried to keep a level head. To sleep with a noble wasn’t uncommon for knights, he had heard enough stories from them about how noblewomen would call them into their beds late at night when their husbands were off with mistresses or too busy to give them thought. Sleeping with a noblewoman was one thing, sleeping with the Queen was something else entirely.

He perked up at the sound of talking by a door nearby. It was mostly muffled so he couldn’t hear a thing. The door opened to reveal you, in the same robe as when he had first talked to you, however behind you was the king. The man was talking to you in a hushed voice.

“I’ll be fine. Go have your own fun.” You shooed him away. The king glanced up at Eijiro, harsh crimson eyes on him making the knight stiffen. He turned away within the second, allowing you to close and lock the door. You turned to the knight in front of you, sitting on your large four poster bed.

He stood up immediately and moved to kneel before you. “Your Majesty.”

You chuckled at the knight. “No need, Sir Kirishima. If you are about to see me bare when it’s just the two of us, I don’t think pleasantries are needed.”

That brought a blush to his face as he stood back up. “Then…” He turned to grab his own glass of wine as well as one that he poured for you. He had already halved his glass in the time that he was waiting for you. He moved in long but few strides over to you, handing you a glass. “Please, my Queen.”

You looked up at him. He sure was big. A large man that seemed to make a dwarf out of you. You took the glass, your soft unworked hands brushing his own hardened calloused ones. You took the glass and smiled up to him. “Y/N… call me, Y/N.”

He smiled at your name without the title. He lifted his glass to you. “Then call me Eijiro.”

“Eijiro…” You hummed as you took a sip walking off towards the bed. “A wise young man… I’m guessing that was your father’s idea.”

He scoffed with a low chuckle. “Probably.” Eijiro watched you as you sat down on the bed, moving to cross your legs. Your bare legs were revealed to him, unblemished and free of any thousands of layers of silk or lace. Eijiro swallowed down hard as he looked to the window. “Where is his majesty going?”

You shrugged. “I never know. He could go to his own room, or his study or stay next door. Doesn’t matter to me. As far as anyone knows, I’m with him currently, so you need not worry about trying to hinder your voice. The king has always been rather…” You hesitated, feeling heat crawl up your neck. “Vocal in our marital acts.”

Eijiro glanced to you. He decided to be daring. He put down his wine glass. “And you?” He asked as he took slow steps towards you. “Are you vocal?”

You shrugged as you gave him your wine glass to put down. “What is there to be vocal about?” You asked. “Speaking of which…” you shuffled higher up the bed, moving to slip down your robe. You revealed to him a mid-thigh silk night dress that fell on your body like something Eijiro could only dream to afford for you. You moved to splay yourself before him. You lay down on the covers, making yourself comfortable. “I’m ready.” You announced.

Eijiro blinked once. Twice. Three times. He tilted his head. “Your… Y/N, what are you doing?” He asked confused.

You lifted your head to look at him. “I am in position.”

“For what?”

“For you to bed me.” Eijiro raised an eyebrow confused and a bit hesitant. Was this how you and the king did it? You frowned at his confused look. “This normally works with his majesty. Do you wish for me to be in a different position?” You asked as you sat up. “I can be on my hands and knees if you wish. That usually is what works if this doesn’t.” Eijiro watched you shuffle trying to take on a position that would be best for him to bed you, yes, but… it didn’t seem very pleasurable at all.

Was this what you meant when you said there was nothing to be vocal about?

Eijiro scowled as he put down your glass. “Y/N, may you sit up for me.”

You turned your head back to look at him. He seemed rather angry, maybe even offended with you. You moved to sit upright on the bed. “I’m sorry, did I offend you. If so-”

“Your majesty, I don’t know how you and the king’s intimate life is like, but with me…” You felt large hands be placed on your hips. Your eyes widened in surprise as you were pulled forward closer to him. Your legs naturally parted to allow him between them from where he stood at the edge of the bed. You looked up at him wide eyed in surprise. He moved one hand up to your chin to keep you looking up at him. He looked down at you genuinely. “I don’t want to just… excuse my language but, fuck you, Y/N. You are not some common whore and this isn’t some common situation. If I am going to bed you, I am not going to just stick my cock into you like you are some broodmare. If I am going to give you a babe, I want that child to be made out of something as close to love as possible. I am going to make love to you and pray that a child can come out of that. Do you understand?”

You looked up at him surprised by his statement but most of all there was something about the way he had you that had you feeling so… strange. You looked up at him wide eyed and almost feeling at his mercy. Your stomach was in knots and your nether regions had an odd pulse to it that almost scared you. You let out a shaky break but nodded your head. “Okay.”

Eijiro eased seeing that you understood. “Okay.” He let out softly. He moved his other hand so that both hands could cup your face. “May I kiss you?” Heat went to your face as you nodded wordlessly up to him. He slowly bend down to place a kiss on your lips. You were breathless as you felt his lips on yours. Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest it made you feel as though it was bruising you. His kiss was delicate and soft, almost as if you were made out of gold. He separated from you for a moment, your eyes closed as you were still trapped in the moment.

Then he was back on you with more vigour now. His hand moved to cup the back of your head, keeping you close to him. His tongue bullied his way into your mouth and you felt heat spread all over your abdomen. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t breathe and your body was acting on its own like it had never done so before. You reached up to him, your hands grabbing onto his tunic in need for him to be closer.

Eijiro’s hand moved down your dress, moving under your dress to feel your bare skin. You gasped at his warm hands on you, allowing him to swallow you whole entirely. You keened against his lips, wanting more. Needing more of him. You needed him closer unlike any man before. Eijiro moved his lips off of yours as he bent down to your neck. You whined at the feeling of his mouth on your neck, sharp teeth grazing your neck making a shiver run down your back. You moved your own hands underneath his soft tunic to feel hot muscle rippling underneath. Your hands searched the expanse of his large body in front of you as he mad work of going down your body. Then he stopped, reaching the collar of your dress.

Without warning, Eijiro moved to lift it up over your head, leaving you stark naked. He paused to look over your body making you look away in embarrassment. “You are gorgeous.” You turned to look back up at him, his eyes hypnotised by your being. “Genuinely. You are… gorgeous.”

Eijiro moved to slip off his shirt, exposing hard earned muscle that you had seen time before, and admittedly eyed whenever he was training with other knights. He moved over to pull your forward, moving to put kisses down your front. He crouched down in front of you, moving to keep you at the edge of the bed. He moved your thighs onto his shoulders as he moved his mouth closer to your sex. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as to what he was going to do. He flicked his eyes up to you, as he moved to lick up your slit.

You straightened up with a gasp, a shiver running up your spine. “Eijiro… What are you-” Another lick went to your cunt making you nearly clasp your thighs around his head. His tongue moved over to your clit, moving to suck on it. Immediately you felt a hot jolt of pleasure that you had never felt before. “AH!” You couldn’t help the moans that came out of your mouth as Eijiro smirked as he attended to your sex. Your thighs were slightly shivering as you tried not to absolutely lose yourself in thralls of pleasure. You had never experienced anything like it in your life. You weren’t even sure that sex could make you feel this way, and yet here Eijiro was, pulling sounds out of you like a damn whore. Yet you couldn’t care much.

Eijiro found you heavenly like this, spread out all for him, like a five-course meal he will only ever have once in his life. He thought you were more than just delectable; you were everything and more. He was practically tongue fucking you, pushing in fingers to stretch you out around his fingers. He slurped up every inch of your inner nectar that he had the honour of tasting, leaving you a whining mess.

You gasped. You moved a hand through his thick locks of hair. You looked down at him with a whining expression, almost scared of this new feeling you had inside of you. It was building and growing like you had never felt it before. You had felt it in a small way when you and your husband had first started learning to be intimate together. However, you only now started feeling it in full force.

You moaned. You didn’t want to moan his name too loudly and risk getting questions so you stayed to moans and groans. “Harder.” You pleaded softly, almost bashfully, making him chuckle around your clit. He stuffed in another finger inside you, before curling his fingers up to nudge a place inside you that had you cry out in pleasure. He smirked. He found it. He found it and he was going to abuse it. The knight abused that spot inside of you as if it was gold worth all for the taking.

You couldn’t control. It was so fast hitting and hard that you found yourself coming around his fingers so hard, you couldn’t think. It was a rush of pleasure you had never experienced before. It was so violently beautiful that you rolled your eyes back in utter ecstasy. Eijiro loved the look on your face, the sight of you so satisfied by what he was doing to please you.

Finally, the redheaded knight left from between your legs. He stood up with a grin. “You taste delicious, your majesty.” He complimented. You looked up at him bashfully as he finally took off his pants.

Your eyes drifted between his legs and you paused. Your eyes widened. Your husband was definitely not that big or thick. You looked up at Eijiro as he slowly moved over you, leading you to fall back onto the bed, with him ontop of you.

You hesitated in slight fear as you looked down before looking up again. “Will it fit?” You asked softly.

Eijiro held his hard cock to your entrance. He glanced down at it and then back up at you. He smiled with a soft chuckle. “It will.” He told you confidently.

Slowly, he started to push inside of you. You gasped at the stretch as he slowly started to make space inside you to fit his cock. You whimpered as you wrapped your legs around him, keeping him in place as he gently pushed inside you. Eijiro tried to hold back his groans, but you were just too good to feel. You were so soft and warm and he couldn’t understand why you felt so good. How could something so untouchable be so good.

Finally he pushed all the way in, making you both gasp. You looked up at him, wide eyed and almost unsure. Eijiro looked down at you, making sure that this was what you wanted. You nodded your head with a trying smile.

With that knowledge, Eijiro slowly began to thrust in and out of you. Your moans were soft and gently as you held onto him. You enjoyed the way he moved inside of you, it almost felt like a dance. A dance between two bodies. A push and pull motion of give and take. You wanted what he would give you and you wanted to take it and grow it into something you would love for all of eternity.

Eijiro held your hips and increased his pace. The soft sound of your sexes together was lewd and almost unthinkable that such a sound could come for you. You were perfect. Even right now as you huffed underneath him, moans coming out of your mouth so beautifully that Eijiro almost thought of himself as blessed to hear. Your eyes were closed in pleasure as you held onto him tightly, your brows furrowed as all you focused on was the moment between the both of you.

His large hands held you with vigour as he held you tighter. “You’re doing good. You’re doing so good, Y/N.” He praised you softly, a kiss to your lips that you eagerly reciprocated.

There was s flush on your face as you nodded. “You as well.”

He found your embarrassment cute but he found your sounds even better. He focused on the task at hand, thrusting into you and focusing on the soft feeling of your sex tightening around his cock in need. IN want. It made a rush go down his back at the reality that he was here to breed you. He was here to put a future king inside you and it made him moan at the thought. The thought that this was him and you creating something so precious it almost seemed uncertain. And yet here he was, cucking your husband. It sounded like the bard tale of any man’s fantasy.

Eijiro huffed as he put a certain thrust that hit a specific part inside you that made you squeal, a sudden rush of hard pleasure going through you once more. Your cunt tightened around him as you squeezed hard and came around his cock. Such pleasure felt forbidden to you and yet you found it exhilarating. Eijiro continued you to fuck you through it, his thrusts going harder as he huffed. You held onto his large frame holding onto him tightly as your teary eyes looked up to the canopy of your bed.

Eijiro held onto you tightly in return, but that’s when he realised that you weren’t just blabbering off in pleasure. No. You were praying. You had your own arms wrapped around his neck as you closed your eyes. “Please.” You whispered. “Please, bless me with a son.” You had your face buried in his neck. “May we bless this kingdom with an heir. Please.” Your pleas were desperate and almost painful. Almost as if so much inner pain and turmoil had gone into this one thing you wanted.

Eijiro’s grip tightened. You weren’t praying to him, but he knew he had to fulfil your wish. He wanted to.

He increased in his speed, pounding into you with low groans. You moaned at his pace. Eijiro could feel it. He could feel it building in the pit of his stomach. He could feel it burning inside him and he was going to give it to you. And for the first time ever did he pray for a noble. He prayed you got what you wished for.

The redhead knight let out a low groan as he finally came inside you. You relaxed back into the bed at the feeling of warm amount of cum inside you. You gasped for a moment, feeling pressed for how much he filled you with cum and his cock. You sighed as you closed your eyes enjoying the feeling of the both of you together.

Eijiro let out heavy breaths as he enjoyed the moment too. Just a second, a second in your arms was all he wanted right now with post sex bliss and the warmth of your arms and the fire in the fireplace. But then Eijiro’s mind brought him to reality. You weren’t his. You weren’t something he had the pleasure of staying in the arms of. You were his queen first and foremost. And he did the job that he wanted him to do.

The large redhead knight moved to slip out of you. “No!” You said a bit too loudly, catching him by surprise. You moved to cup his face in your hands. “Stay.” You urged. Your voice softer now but your eyes were just as soft. “If… if you wish.”

“But… but I’ve-”

“If you must go, then go. But know that I wish for you to stay. Stay with me.”

Eijiro hesitated but he nodded. He knew this might kill him in the future but part of him didn’t care. He wrapped his arms around you and moved to flip the both of you over, moving so that you rested on top of him. He stayed inside you, keeping you full of his seed, having heard from midwives that it was a good way of making sure that it took.

He decided to stay.

You sat under an umbrella in the gardens lounging on one of the most comfortable outdoor chairs that were cushioned to perfection, with a letter in hand. There was a gentle breeze that helped with the warmth of the day. It was a perfect day to be outside. You read over the letter in hand, being careful not to miss a single thing. “Eijiro.” You turned to look up at your most loyal and faithful knight. “Have you heard anything of the raids on the Southern border?” You asked him as you let the letter rest in your lap.

You turned to look at the Head of your Queens Guard. He was dressed in white armour, his black cape still on his shoulders. The large redhead still towered over you like normal, but he wore a smile on his face as he looked down at you. “Yes, but unfortunately I can not tell you, your majesty.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why not?” You asked.

“Because…” Eijiro chuckled as he crouched down next to you. His ruby eyes moved down to your stomach. “Such news isn’t good for you or the baby.” He reminded you.

You looked down at your swollen stomach underneath your dress. You were big enough now to resemble close to a large fruit, your stomach a large indicator of the life you carried inside you. You sighed as you put down the letter and looked up at him. “You’re always making my life difficult.” You pouted.

He chuckled as he stood back up straight. “Never.”

“Mother!” Running over to you was the little four year old prince, dressed in suspenders and a white tunic with padding on his knees and chest. Your son ran over to you with a broad sharp smile bringing a smile to your own face. “Mother!” He threw the play sword to the side and ran to your side.

You chuckled as you took him into your arms, squeezing him close to you. You looked down at him, wide ruby eyes staring up at you in adoration. You caressed his soft chubby cheeks. “Hello Kousuke, my beloved.”

He pushed you gently. “Can you come play with me now?”

You smiled with a coo. “I wish I could, my love, but I already told you that I can’t.”

Kousuke pouted as he looked at you almost broken hearted. “But why?”

You put one hand on your stomach. “I don’t want to hurt your little brother or sister.” You reminded him.

Kousuke looked down at your stomach with a frown. He pat your stomach gently with small hands before moving in close. “Get out of mother so that I can play with her. You are keeping her all to yourself.” He scolded with a mini scowl on his face. The action made you and your guards laugh. Kousuke turned to look at Eijiro. He looked up at the giant man, identical ruby eyes looking at one another. “Will you train with me, Sir Kirishima?” He asked.

Eijiro smiled as he crouched down to the little prince. “Well, of course, your highness. You’ve been doing your exercises?” The boy nodded his head furiously making Eijiro laugh. He beckoned him away from you and towards where he once was on the grass attacking a hay bail. You watched the two of them fondly, rubbing your stomach gently with a smile.

“You now, your majesty…” You looked up at Sir Midoriya Izuku of your knights. He was put as one of your knights by your husband, and you knew why. He was used to spy and monitor on you and Eijiro. “The king…” At the mention of your husband, you looked up at the large green haired man. He stood tall beside you, luckily in the shade this time. He glanced to you with slight unease. “The king refuses to see the boy.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “How come? Kousuke is the prince. He is our son.” You sat up insistently as you looked up at him.

You saw the large knight hesitate. “Of course, your majesty. However, he finds the boy rather…” He glanced at Kousuke and Eijiro. The young boy tried to copy Eijiro’s stance but was corrected by the large knight easily. “He finds him rather hard to look at.”

You swallowed down hard. You were not a fool. You knew that day by day, as Kousuke grew older, his features looked a lot more like Eijiro. He had the red eyes but was basically nothing like his majesty the king. Although high lords knew this, and all the doctors who worked with the king, gossip moved around court like wild fire. “And what do you think, Sir Midoriya?”

Izuku paused at your question. His green eyes moved over to your son who let out a loud fit of laughter as he ended up on the ground, with Eijiro holding him. You watched his eyes soften at the sight of Kousuke. “He is the heir to the throne, your majesty.” He answered. “The true heir.”

!!NEWS!!

so uh recently some important things have come up in my life and some internal stuff that will restrict breedingtober. I won't be able to write as much as I do which is a problem because I have not finished the last two days of breedingtober and won't be able to upload them until December. I am truly sorry about this but... things have happened in my life and I sorta have to be offline for a while again, but I'll try my best to still upload all the ones I've already finished writing because I promised them. And I will finish the rest of breedingtober in december.

So yah. Please understand that. But please, I love seeing your comments although I won't be able to respond to them for a while but they really make me happy.

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bad influence (18+)

Steddie

i heard you liked magic. (18+) Eddie spoke often of Steve, mentioning how much he couldn't stand him, him stealing Dustin from him, being rude, so perfect in his perfect little house. You thought the feeling was mutual until you laid eyes on him, immediately understanding the tension was more than they both led on. (Steddie x reader)

+requests

steddie x reader who is playing them both (+part 2)

Felix Catton

tell me what you need. (18+) Felix was exactly what you needed to get your hands on, right here and now. Finding him in the maze was the easy part.

Sterek

whatever happens tomorrow, we had today; and I'll always remember it. (18+) Derek and Stiles meet on the day of their graduation. It's supposed to be the start of the rest of their lives, yet they can't get rid of each other, no matter how hard they both try. They weren't meant to meet that night, they weren't meant to be in each other's lives for the rest of it, yet they can't get rid of each other. Over the course of the next 15 years, they keep intersecting in each other's lives becoming the main reasons for why they keep on going.

inbox and requests are open ! xx

updated 25 may 2024 <3

#my writing #masterlist #steve harrington #sterek #felix catton #felix catton x you #steve harrington x you #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington x reader #eddie Munson x reader #Steddie x reader

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sl0t4matt · 2 months

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could you do a fic w hector fort where him and the reader get a matching tattoo please? like something little or whatever you want hehe

h. fort | girl with the tattoo

thank you sm for requesting, i love this request! i only know very few things from friends abt tattoos so i hope i got everything right.

“hi baby how was training?” you ask hector as he slumps down the couch next to you, immediately snuggling up on you.

“it was fine. i would’ve rather stayed with you though.” he admits, laying his head on top of your lap.

you move your hands to his curls playing with them. you absolutely loved playing with his hair, since it was always perfectly curled and done. “don’t let xavi hear that.” you chuckle.

he starts grinning a little too suspicious.

“oh god, what have you done again you idiot.” with that look he must’ve done something, you thought. he smirks. “what do you mean?”

“do not play with me right now, hector. tell me!” you roll your eyes at his annoyingness.

“you know i love when you’re demanding, ma.” he winks liking his lips. you stand up not being able to deal with him right now. he knows exactly how impatient you are. he just loves pushing your buttons.

he won’t tell you. fine! he takes ahold of your wrist, immediately pulling you back.

“okay, okay i’ll tell you.” you sigh sitting back down. he smiles. “hector i swear-.”

“chill, i’m sure you’re gonna like it.” he interrupts you quickly. you furrow at him. what the hell could he mean? “okay so i got an appointment at the tattoo studio.”

“nice. what are you gonna get?” he smirks. “you mean what are we gonna get.”

“what?!” you’ve always wanted to get a tattoo but because of your school schedule you never got to doing it . you honestly also kept forgetting tbh but obviously hector didn’t.

“well i wanted to get your eyes tatted because you know how much i love them, but then i thought ‘oh y/n always wanted to get a tattoo’ so i thought why not just take you with me and we’ll get a matching one.” this boy is something else.

you grin so hard, it hurts. hector has always been affectionate moments like these remind you how much he truly is your soulmate. you jump on top of him shooting him with kisses. “i literally love you, you know that right.” he nods, laughing. “i love you too.”

“when is the appointment?” you ask. “7pm.” he shrugs. “are you serious! i don’t even know what we’re gonna get!!” you sigh, shaking your head at how your boyfriend can be so slow at times.

“we’ll get angel numbers of course. you’re a big astro girl.” hector says, referring to the time you first met him. (your first question being what his star sign is.) “wait, that’s actually a good idea.” he smiles smugly. “i know.”

…

“is it gonna hurt?” you ask hector as you enter the studio. “you don’t want me to be honest, ma.” you sigh. hector takes your hand. “i’ll go first if you want.” he says. you nod. you never had a big fear of needles. you yourself having a belly button piercing but a tattoo is different the pain is there for a while whereas when you get pierced it’s more like a poke.

you get in walking to the woman behind the counter.

“hi, we got an appointment for 7pm.” i smile at her. “of course. come with me.” she smiles back, bringing the both of you to the guy that does hector’s tattoos.

a bigger man with a beard greets us which you assume is the tattoo artist. he doesn’t quiet look scary though rather like a big teddy bear with lots of tattoos.

“the girl who’s eyes you’re getting tatted on?” he grins at hector. “yeah.” he smiles turning to look at you. hector isn’t very social with people he isn’t extremely close with, so he tries to keep his conversation as short as possible. you think it’s quiet ironic since you never seem to shut up, no matter who you’re talking to. they say opposites attract though!

he pulls out a picture handing it to him. the man nods, giving you a quick smile then takes his stuff out.

you follow hector as he sits down on a chair, extending his arm. he shows the guy where he wants it and how big it should be. the man doesn’t waste time and directly goes on tattooing him.

you sit beside him, squeezing his other hand, you being more scared of the pain he must be going through than hector himself is.

“you’re fine.” you stroke his hand, looking at him seriously concerned. “stop it you’re gonna make me laugh.” he mumbles. he’s so unserious.

it must not bother him much since he grimaces and curses on a few spots but keeps cool most of the time.

after him also getting the angel number tatto that is supposed to match with you, it’s finally your turn.

you’re pretty sure you’re gonna piss your pants as you wait in the room alone with hector because you’re so nervous. you don’t know how you’re gonna live to see see the next day after this. “you’ll be fine. it’s bad at first but you’ll get used to it. also i’m here for you, ma.” he tries cheering you up. “fucking hell.” you mutter. you’re probably going to experience the worst pain in your life here.

“are you ready?” the guy asks. with nodding your head, you go to sit on the same place hector sat when he got the tattoo.

you grip hector’s hand tightly, breaking it almost.

hector kisses the side of your face, whispering sweet words in your ear, trying to distract you from the needle that currently goes in and out of you.

“fuck.” you mutter through gritted teeth. “you’re doing so good, baby.” hector whispers. you bite your lip so hard you start tasting blood. “you wanna take a break?” the tattooer you now know as chris says. you shake your head, wanting it to end as soon as possible.

hector hates to see you like this: in pain. he hopes for it to end as soon as possible, the only thing he’s been wanting to do while you got tattooed being showering you with loving kisses, but he didn’t for the sake of chris since he’s sure he wouldn’t want to see a whole teen kissing session.

“it hurts so bad, hector.” you cry out. he moves stands of hair out of your face then cupping your face gently. “i know, baby but you got this.” he nods. the thing is you weren’t even being dramatic for once. this had the be the most hurting feeling you’ve ever experienced.

“we’re done!” chris pats your arm after he was done. your eyes meet with hectors, smiling lightly. you definitely knew you’re going to thank him at home for how he was there for you in this entire process.

#barca #fc barcelona #lamine yamal #hector fort #marc guiu #pablo gavi #fermin lopez #joao felix #guiu #pedri gonzalez

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crazy-ache · 2 months

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Jane Austen's most romantic letter, if it had been written by Lucien Vanserra (Persuasion x Elucien)

Or what would happen if Lucien overheard Elain have a conversation about the bond? And what if he wrote a gut-wrenching love confession in said letter? Inspired by literature's most infamously romantic letter ever written.

Some text is directly taken from Chapter 23 of Persuasion by Jane Austen.

"We will write the letter to Helion we were talking of, Rhysand, now, if you will give me materials."

Materials were at hand, on a separate table; Lucien went to it, and nearly turning his back to the rest of the Inner Circle, was engrossed by writing.

Elain eyed him carefully, studying the leather strap that held back his long, molten red hair. Clearing her throat, she found Nesta across the room by the open window of the parlor as they were both on the outskirts of the Inner Circle’s political discussions. It was a respectable distance from where Lucien was writing at the desk, although still somewhat nearby.

“I have a question for you,” Nesta turned to her younger sister, face like stone. “One that I have been thinking about for some time. What do you think our parents would have thought about the mating bond?”

With wide, brown eyes Elain sucked in her breath. It was an unexpected question, but also a familiar one. For her thoughts had circled the very same doubts and insecurities that plagued her sister. “Well,” Elain wrung her hands nervously. “Mother would have adored Feyre’s, being mated to a High Lord after all. But if she didn’t like the outcome, she would have demanded a way to break it or alter it for her own advantage.”

Nesta’s wicked grin revealed an agreement, knowing full well their mother would have been furious at her marriage and bond with an Illyrian general, and her matching status as a Valkyrie now.

“As for father, well, I suppose, based on what he discussed with me in the past—there is a small chance he would have been disappointed.” Her voice dropped in both volume and confidence, barely escaping as a whisper passed her lips. As if she was instinctually afraid someone would hear, perhaps someone sitting across the room.

Elain felt compelled to explain further. “He always told me the most important thing to find in a husband was true love. That I should not settle for anyone less than a kind, loyal heart who loves every part of me, because that kind of love will never leave you.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Nesta regarded her with furrowed eyebrows. “And you do not believe that a mating bond can also encompass those very same feelings? That same love?”

She considered her question carefully, chewing on her bottom lip. “Perhaps it can, but how can you know it is true? That it is not just the manifestation of desire in its place?” It was always that doubt, that fear, that crept into the darkest crevices of her heart. For as long as those shadows existed, she could not bring herself closer to her own mate, afraid she would be unable to determine the answer. In return, she was afraid of what she could possibly want or feel for him.

“I wish I could make you comprehend, Elain.” Nesta frowned, “I wish I could properly convey the feeling of how your soul glows when your mate loves you—”

Before Nesta could continue, Elain found herself apologizing with a hand on her elbow. “Gods forbid that I should undervalue the love and bond you share with Cassian, or Feyre’s either for that matter. It is a reminder that bonds can be true and constant attachments.”

She could not immediately have uttered another sentence; her heart was too full, her breath too much oppressed.

“You’re a good sister,” Nesta replied affectionately and Elain wonder if her sister could see past her tenderness, if anyone could witness the mask of kindness that Elain could so easily put on for the sake of others to hide her own feelings. The conversation faded as Feyre now joined them with Nyx on her hip, a welcome distraction for Elain as the three of them turned to him.

“Ready to go?” Cassian’s voice eventually broke through the hum of the room, an echo across the parlor. “We need to meet with Vassa and Jurian.” Lucien was folding up a letter in great haste, and either could not or would not answer fully.

“Yes,” he said. “I will winnow us. I will be ready in half a minute.”

Cassian left to wait for him at the front door, and Lucien, having sealed his letter with great rapidity, was indeed ready, with a hurried and agitated air, as if he was greatly impatient to leave. Elain could not understand it. Cassian had given her a smile and shoulder a warm squeeze as he left the room, but from Lucien himself, not a single word. He had passed out of the room without a look.

Elain moved closer to the table where he had been writing, when suddenly she heard footsteps returning; the door opened and it was Lucien. He gave her a polite nod and gestured to where he had forgotten his gloves, instantly crossing the room to the desk. He drew out a letter from under the scattered papers, placed it before Elain with eyes glowing in longing fixed on her, and hastily collected his gloves, once again out of the room before anyone could even be aware he had been in it at all.

The interaction was almost beyond expression. The letter, with strokes of pen that were hardly legibly, as if rushed, read “Elain Archeron,” was evidently the one which he had been folding so hastily. While he had supposedly been writing to Helion, he had also been addressing her. On the contents of that letter depended all which this world could do for her. Anything was possible. Sinking into the chair which he had occupied, succeeding to the very spot where he had leaned and written, her eyes devoured the following words:

“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when this bond first snapped, two and a half years ago. Dare not say that a mate’s love cannot be true, that his love is influenced by our tether. I have loved another, but none like you. Unjust I may have been, distant and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Velaris. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these past few days after Solstice, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine, I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish your true thoughts through the bond when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent female! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among males. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating in your mate, L.V. I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow the court, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter the Night Court this evening or never again.”

Such a letter was not to be soon recovered from.

#elucien #pro elucien #elain x lucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #i am half agony half hope #elucien fanfic #elucien fanfiction #jane austen inspired #persuasion x elucien #you cant convince me that lucien isnt writing her letters all the time #or that sjm wasnt influenced by this book #very elucien coded

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daydreams-after-dark · 18 days

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Hii can I request a Dom seungmin and jeongin fic (threesome) plzplz? Could be anything but pls I've been very thirsty for Dom vocalracha lately after reading this one fic of them on Tumblr having a foursome with reader+Felix and I very much died reading it

Plz make it extra rough but lots of praise, could be any scenario, just Dom seungmin and jeongin 🥰

Also unrelated ask but r u comfy with writing fics where reader is transgender? Ftm or mtf? Just asking, it's unrelated to the req dw

Have a good one 🎂

It’s a Jeongin and Seungmin story today 🤗

Not my usual characters, but it seems so many of you after-darklings (not sure what I should call you: suggestions are open) are getting really wet and/or hard for this pair. So I feel I must feed you all the goodness that is vocalracha.

Also, re ftm / mtf, absolutely open to this, but I don’t feel knowledgeable enough just yet.

MDNI // SMUT

CW: threesome m x f x m, rough penetration, oral sex (m rec.), collar and leash, choking, blindfolds, squirting, praise, pet names, creampie, pussy slapping, face slapping, spanking, hair pulling, overstimulation.

You knew when you received the voice message from Jeongin you were fucked. Well, going to be fucked. Rough, according to his message.

“You’re in a lot of trouble my sweet little girl. Avoiding me all week like that. Meet me at the hotel. You know what’s going to happen.”

You gulped. The hotel usually meant an extra level of unhinged, and oftentimes he’d bring Seungmin to play with punish you.

You put on your best pair of lace panties and matching bra, high heels and a short little dress and took a cab into the outer city where the hotel was located.

They were already there. Waiting for you.

Seungmin answered the door. “Pretty little pup.” He whispered, cupping your jaw and swiping his thumb along your bottom lip and smearing your freshly applied lipstick.

You allowed your lips to part slightly, an opportunity Seungmin immediately took. He hooked his thumb in your mouth forcefully and chuckled to himself. “I’ve missed you. Missed owning you.”

He spun you around and pushed you up against the door and nipped at your neck. You could feel his erection pressing against you.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good.” He whispered against your neck. His hands peeled your dress up and squeezed the flesh of your ass. One hand remained there while the other quickly unbuckled his belt.

Anticipation flooded your body, your cunt aching for his cock. He squeezed his length between your thighs so it slid against your pussy.

“Fucking wet already, hmm? Panties are soaked.” He kissed your neck passionately. “A filthy little whore. A perfect little pup.”

“Seungmin.” A stern voice came from the bed. “You’re not going to fuck her in the first five minutes. She needs to be a begging mess before she deserves our cocks.”

You whimpered. You wanted Seungmin to sink into you right then and there.

“Jeongin, needs for you to beg for it, princess. I need you to be a really good girl for me. You want my cock don’t you?” He nipped your earlobe.

“Y-yes… cock. Need your cock.” You choked.

“I know you do. All you need to do is exactly what we say, and I promise we’ll let you come.”

You nodded. “Yes. I’ll be a good pup.”

“Crawl to me.” Jeongin demanded in a cold tone. You swallowed hard as Seungmin backed away and you turned and dropped onto all fours.

You met Jeongin’s gaze as you slowly crawled across the floor, the hotel carpet rough on your knees. Better than a hardwood floor, you supposed. You knelt between his knees and waited.

Seungmin came up behind you and attached your favourite collar and leash, handing the chain to Jeongin.

“Stand.” He tugged the chain and you obeyed. “Take off your clothes. Leave your heels on.”

The two men watched you with hungry eyes as you pulled your dress down and stepped out of it. Then your panties and bra. They’d seen you naked plenty of times, but you still felt yourself blush a little, when their expressions were as though it was their first time seeing your naked form.

“Now undress us.” Seungmin commanded as he drifted his hand down your back and over the curve of your ass.

You took your time undressing them, marinating in the anticipation that had taken over your body. You were wet from just the thought of what was unfolding, your cunt ached knowing it was going to be abused shortly.

Jeongin settled on the bed. Head resting on the pillows, long, hard erection lying against his taut abs. Fucking scrumptious.

Slowly, you climbed up onto the bed and he grasped the chain dangling from your collar and tugged you so your face was hovering over his cock. He patted your head gently and smiled kindly.

Then his entire demeanour changed in a millisecond. His shy eyes turned deranged, his smile turned into a crazed grin.

Seungmin was quickly behind you bullying his cock into your cunt. You gasped at the stretch and then the depth as he slammed in the entire way.

“We’re not going to go easy on you. But we know you’re a good girl. We know you’re going to take everything we give you.” He grunts as he sets a brutal pace.

“Choke on my cock, pretty angel.” Jeongin whispered.

You took him in a hand and teased him with your tongue. You licked up the underside of the shaft and then slapped it against the flat of your tongue.

“Tsk tsk… that’s not choking on it, sweetheart.” Jeongin pushed the back of your head down over his length.

Seungmin snapped his hips hard, every impact of his pelvis against your ass pushed you further onto Jeongin’s length. You made a loud choking sound, and the two men chuckled.

“That’s our good girl. Pretty sounds.” Jeongin purred as you struggled to take him.

Suddenly, your arms were ripped from underneath you where you had been supporting yourself, and were held securely behind your back by Seungmin. With no way to support your upper body, you fell entirely over Jeongin’s cock, choking you even more. Your lips met his pubic bone and your eyes widened with fear.

Seungmin grunted and pinned you down by pushing on your arms where he had them in his tight grip.

Jeongin started to thrust his hips up to fuck your face. Your vision blurred as your eyes filled with tears and your mascara smeared on your cheeks.

You felt someone tug on the chain, lifting you up enough to catch your breath and then you were pushed back down.

Harder and harder they fucked you from both ends, you without any control over what was happening. They let you up for air, then pushed you back down to deep throat Jeongin. You weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to do this. You could hardly catch your breath before your throat was being stretched with his dick again.

“So perfect. Look at you. Such a good little slut for us.” Jeongin stroked your hair affectionately. “Taking cock so fucking well.”

Without warning, Seungmin pulled out of your dripping cunt and yanked you off of Jeongin.

“I’ve got a fun game I wanna play with you pup.” He fetched the swivel chair from the desk in the the corner of the room and positioned it in the middle of the floor.

“Come. Kneel on this.” He directed you. Pulling the leash. You knelt on the seat of the chair with your arms resting on the backrest.

A blindfold was placed around your eyes and fingers were shoved into your mouth. At the same time a cock pushed its way into your needy cunt.

You could tell it was Seungmin’s fingers and Jeongin’s cock by how aggressive the hips were slamming into you and how rough the fingers were.

Your orgasm was building, your walls tightening. Yes. Yes. This felt so fucking amazing.

Then, you were empty and being spun on the chair, only to be penetrated again. They fucked you for some time before repeating the process. Again and again and again.

You became so fucked out that you lost track of who was in your pussy and who was in your mouth. All you knew was that you were in some sort of filthy heaven. A little cockslut for your favourite men.

They pulled and tugged your hair, their fingers were rough and unforgiving in your mouth. They fucked you for their own pleasure, not caring how deep they were hitting you. Not caring if it hurt. They slapped your ass, dug their fingers in. They even slapped your face every so often, which made your cunt clench.

You loved it when they were rough with you. You were so close, on the verge of shattering, when you found yourself empty once more. The blindfold was ripped off and you were laid on your back at the edge of the bed.

“Hold your fucking legs up, sweetheart.”

“Please…I need to come. Please…been good…please!” You were sobbing and begging for relief.

“Shhh… pup. We’ve got you.” Seungmin cooed.

He rubbed lyour pussy frantically, almost violently, slapping your pussy every now and then. Jeongin held his cock close as he spurted thick ropes of cum on your entrance. He pushed your legs back, pinning them in place while Seungmin relentlessly assaulted your pussy.

“Take it. You wanna come. Be a good girl.” He taunted.

You squirmed and writhed underneath them, your clit was too sensitive. But the pressure inside continued to build until—

“Fuck!!!!!!!! Nghhh!!!! Coming!!” You cried as liquid spurted from your core.

“Yes…make a mess…I know you have more.” Growled Jeongin and he pushed two long fingers inside you to attack your g spot.

It was too much. You had lost control of your voice, your thoughts - everything, and with what could only be described as a wild, primal scream you squirted more, spilling your juices all over yourself. You broke down, crying and shaking.

But they weren’t finished with you. Jeongin rubbed your juices and his cum all over your stomach and up to your breasts, massaging them in a rough way. Seungmin quickly pushed his cock back inside you and fucked your sensitive and used pussy some more.

“Gonna fill you up, pup.” He panted.

Jeongin’s hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed as Seungmin emptied himself against your cervix. Feeling Seungmin’s final thrusts whilst being choked had you seeing stars one more time.

You were addicted to this, and you made a mental note to be a brat this coming week. You wanted to see how far you could push them, what kind of games they’d want to subject you to.

But for now, the three of you were spent, taking your time to shower and dress, and eventually go out for a meal.

@channieandhisgoonsquad @noellllslut @itsseohannbin @weareapackofstrays @kangnina @3rachasdomesticbanana @palindrome969 @xxkissesforchanniexx @chuuchuu1224 @fun-fanfics @wolfennracha @rhonnie23 @jisunglyricist @strayywayy @armystay89 @igetcarriedawaywithyou @mylittleponeypinkrosieposie @kyunchoni

#seungmin smut #seungmin x reader #jeongin smut #jeongin x reader #Skz smut #sorsha after dark asks

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sailoryooons · 5 months

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Shadow of Mine | Teaser | KTH

☾ Pairing: Demon!Taehyung x human!reader

☾ Summary: As one of the few humans in the world without a guardian angel to protect you, you’ve learned to take care of yourself - until you realize that perhaps you haven’t been as alone as you always thought.

☾ Word Count: TBD

☾ Genre: Supernatural, angst, smut

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

☾ Warnings: TBD

☾ A/N: This was written from this writing prompt by @writing-prompt-s for the Angels and Demons Fest! Hoping to get this out in the next week or so! Happy WIP Wednesday!

Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

COMING SOON

“How can you harm other people if they have guardian angels, then?” you demand, the spatula in your hand pointed at the man. “What can hurt a guardian angel?”

His grin is wicked and mischievous. He leans forward on the counter and you take a step back, watching as he runs one long, ringed finger through the cake batter and brings it up to his rosebud lips. You stare intently as his tongue snakes out, licking the batter sensually before he wraps his lips around the finger and sucks.

Your stomach flips and you mentally curse yourself, ashamed at how attractive you find it.

“I’m an Arch Demon,” he purrs, a smirk on his face. He looks you up and down. “Guardian angels are only two steps above the cherubim. They’re a match for most things that want to do unseemly things to humans, but certainly not me.”

“What the fuck is an Arch Demon?”

“My mother is one of the Seven Kings of Hell.”

“King?”

“We don’t care so much about gender titles. That’s a human construct.”

“Right.” You hesitate, spatula wavering as your arm grows tired. “What’s your name then, Mr. Arch Demon of Hell?”

“Taehyung.” He eyes your spatula. “And put that down. I cannot harm you any more than you can harm me. I am your shadow, Blue. And you are mine.”

“Blue?”

“The song you like to sing. Blue, oh so lonesome for you.”

Taehyung's voice is beautiful. A haunting baritone that is smooth as velvet and makes your eyes flutter. You hardly expect a demon's singing voice to be so lovely - perhaps crackle and flames - but it's immediately soothing.

Except.

You blink, realizing Taehyung means the LeAnn Rimes song that you put on and sing when you’re feeling more alone than ever. The information makes your throat tighten and you slowly lower the spatula in your hand, staring at the demon who watches you with equal parts curiosity and something that looks like sadness.

If he knows that you like to sing that song…

“Were you always there, then?” He cocks his head to the side. “Since I was a child? You were there?”

“Of course. Your life began, thus did mine. It is the way of the world, sometimes. Many demons are-”

“Get out.”

#taehyung smut #kim taehyung smut #bts smut #taehyung fic #taehyung fanfic #bts fic #bts fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #v smut #bts v #demon taehyung #taehyung angst #angels and demons fest #wip wednesday

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azrielslightintheshadows · 7 months

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You've got me on an Eris kick now oml

Could I request an Eris brat tamer fic please?

Reader is a healer coming into his court to serve him now that he is high lord. But she is also kind of chaotic and free spirited which gets under his skin but he loves it none the less. Reader is just a feral little wood herbalist that steals his heart but he needs to tame her 😂 honestly just have fun with it, throw in some sexual tension and flirting in and I'll be happy as a clam

Thank you for all you do! I hope everything in your world is a bit brighter from your last update 🩷

-leaf anon 🌿

Sucker for a brat.

Eris x f!Reader

Masterlist.

Warnings; smut (18+) , brat taming. The smut is towards the end and I've marked where it starts.

Hello leaf anon!!! I'm so happy you're back! I was thinking about you the other day and suddenly you requested this and I was like "Omg I summoned the leaf anon". Hope you enjoy this!

It was the second time that Helion begged you to go to the Autumn court as a healer. The first time you immediately told him no, saying that you had way too much respect for yourself to serve Beron, and Helion accepted that and didn’t press the matter. Now though that Beron is dead, and his eldest son Eris became High Lord you couldn’t find any excuse to deny. So, you packed your few stuff and left for the Autumn court hoping that Eris is nothing like his late father.

The moment you stepped into the Forest House you cursed under your breath. The house more like palace was huge, and you were sure that you would get lost at some point. A maid approached you with a kind smile on her face.

“Welcome to the Autumn Court” she said, “The High Lord is waiting for you in the throne room”.

You snorted and mumbled “Of course” before following her.

You entered the throne room and glanced around, everything was covered with red and brown ornaments, five huge chandeliers were hanging from the ceilings, decorated with rubies and sapphires. A red narrow carpet covered the path between the door and the huge throne on the dais. Your breath hitched at the sight of the High Lord sprawled on his throne, his thighs spread wide, and his head cocked to the side, his eyes were scanning you and a smirk appeared on his face.

“Hello little fox” he purred.

You scowled and stood in front of him, bowing your head in a mocking way. Amusement filled his eyes and the smirk turned to a mischievous grin.

“Oh I see, we’re going to have way too much fun” he said.

“I’m here to do my job, you can have fun on your own… my lord”. You replied.

The maid gasped at your reply and hurried off with her head bowed.

“Y/n my dear is this the way to speak to your high lord? I can have your tongue for that.” He purred.

His attitude and the velvet in his voice made your insides burn, and you hoped he didn’t notice your arousal.

“My apologies my lord I didn’t mean to bruise your ego.” You smirked.

The smile left his face, and he cleared his throat.

“Nissa is going to show you to your room and infirmary” He spoke and pointed at the door, an old female was standing there, her tired honey eyes fell on you, and she smiled.

“Enjoy the rest of your night” you smiled and left, not missing the glare he sent your way.

You winked at Nissa and strolled past her to the big hall.

“So where is my room?” You chirped.

“Follow me my lady” she chuckled “it seems like the high lord found a perfect match”

You snorted at that.

“I just don’t really like the authority… all those high lords are so cocky and demanding. Why can’t we all appreciate the magic in us without all those laws and regulations” you huffed.

“Those laws are what keeps us from being savages” she smiled, and you shrugged.

It’s not that you didn’t appreciate the system that Prythian has, you just wanted to be free to make your own choices and create a life you enjoyed.

She stopped in front of a wooden door and looked at you.

“This is your room, the infirmary is on the other side of the house. I will come get you in the morning and take you there.” She said and bowed her head before turning around and leaving.

“Good night” you shouted and opened the door.

The room was slightly smaller than the one in Helion’s palace, but you didn’t mind it, it looked cozy, and you didn’t even have that much stuff to fill it.

All the furniture were made from wood, a big bed was set in the middle of the room, the headboard against a chestnut-colored wall and a small coffee table was placed next to the big window across the door. You walked inside and hummed when you noticed a door that led into a bathroom. You placed your bags on the bed and started unpacking. The closet was full of clothes, their style and color screamed autumn court making you roll your eyes.

After you were done unpacking you took a hot bath and then laid on the bed, you knew you had a long day ahead and you needed to rest.

To your mortification your dreams were filled with a certain high lord bending you over his throne and wrecking your body.

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Eris was sitting on his throne, his hands shaking with annoyance. He couldn’t believe the way the small female spoke to him, she has a fire in her that’s for sure and he knew that being around her would challenge his own fire until he exploded. He thought about all the ways he could make you shut up and each one of them made his cock harden. The way you looked didn’t really help with his arousal, you were a sight for sore eyes and Eris felt a primal need to claim you even though he only saw you once.

He rubbed his face and started walking towards his room stopping in front of your door for a moment. Your sweet scent filled his nostrils, and he clenched his fists. He shook his head and hurried off to his room. The moment he walked inside he stripped his clothes and grabbed himself pumping fast and hard, letting all the annoyance out as he came on his stomach with a groan.

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You woke up frustrated, your dreams flashing in your eyes making you groan. You got dressed in one of your day court dresses not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you in Autumn colors. As if on cue Nissa knocked on your door.

“Good morning my lady, I’m here to take you to the infirmary” she smiled when you opened.

“Good morning Nissa, please call me y/n I don’t like the titles” you snorted.

“Of course” she smirked and started walking.

“What are you smirking about?” You asked.

“Our high lord likes females with strong spirits”.

“Well too bad those females don’t like him” you chuckled.

Nissa shook her head and grinned.

You walked past the throne room, and you peeked inside, no one was there.

“He is out on a hunt” Nissa said.

“I don’t care”.

“Okay”

You really wanted to slap the smug look off her face but she seemed like a nice person, so you just clicked your tongue.

You reached a room without a door and walked inside, a large table was set in the middle, the wall across the door was made of glass, offering a view of the forest bellow and a counter filled with bowls and tools was placed against it. You hummed with excitement and approached the counter. You examined the jars filled with different types of herbs and picked a piece of paper and a quill. You wrote down what else you needed and gave it to Nissa.

“I will need those things”.

“Okay I will send someone to get them. Do you need me for anything else?” She asked.

“No, I’m okay, I will make some basic ointments in case something happens and we don’t have enough time” you smiled and picked an apron.

“If you need any help just give a shout” she said and left.

You grabbed two plantain leaves and placed them in the mortar and began squashing them with the pestle, adding some oil now and then and humming a song your mother used to sing to you. You were so lost in the rhythm and in the healing power that was flowing out of you into the ointment that you jumped when you heard the barking of hounds. You peeked outside and saw around 8 hounds running towards the gates of the house, they kept spinning around and barking towards the woods. You furrowed your eyebrows and moved closer to the glass, trying to see what had them so excited, and there he was… Eris emerged from the trees, dressed in a maroon tunic decorated with rubies and tight pants. His red hair a mess from the wind and his face flushed and filled with mischief.

He lifted his gaze and his eyes fell on you, a predatory smile taking over. You rolled your eyes ignoring the shivers and returned to your herbs.

As you stirred the ointment adding more oil you felt his presence in the room.

“High lord” you greeted without looking at him.

He came next to you and sat on the counter.

“What’s this?” He nodded to the mortar.

“I’m making an ointment, this is used to address infections and heal both burns and wounds, it also helps with insect bites.” You explained and opened a small container to pour the substance in.

Eris hummed and gripped the container keeping it still to help you.

“Thank you” you said once you were done.

“Any particular reason why you decided to make an ointment for burns?” He smirked.

You gave him a questioning look and he placed his finger beneath your chin pushing your head up and exposing your neck more.

“Are you afraid that I’m going to burn you little fox?” He purred.

You huffed and smacked his hand away.

“I’m not afraid of you my lord”.

“You should be” his voice was even deeper and raspier than before.

“I doubt that” you rolled your eyes.

In a blink he had you bent over the counter, his hand hovered above your ass and his face rested against your shoulder. You bit back a moan and grabbed the edges of the counter.

“Careful how you use your tongue little fox, you won’t like the consequences” he growled.

Your brain stopped working and you arched your back.

“Who said I won’t like it” your voice was low and sensual as you spoke making him groan.

“Don’t play with this fire, even your ointment won’t be able to save you afterwards” and with that he was gone.

You stayed bent over the counter for a few minutes trying to process what just happened. You only met him last night and the need to have him was already making you mad, you couldn’t imagine surviving here forever or at least until he found another healer and released you from your duty. You couldn’t focus on making any more salves or ointments, your power felt uncontrollable and with a sigh you removed your apron and left the room.

Nissa was fixing some paintings on the walls of the big hall, she took a step back and smiled when she saw you approaching.

“Are you done with your herbs?” She asked.

“Yes couldn’t really focus, so I only made one” you shrugged.

Nissa smirked and nodded knowingly.

“Do you usually pry into your high lord’s life or you just want to get on my nerves?” You huffed.

“I raised him child, I know him since the day he was born. I just want him to be happy.” She spoke.

“Aren’t you afraid that he is going to punish you if he finds out what you’ve been saying to me?” Your question was genuine and Nissa could tell.

She sighed.

“Eris is nothing like his father, he respects his people, and he is trying to make his court a better place. Most of us speak freely without any fear from the moment Beron let his last breath. Others are a bit skeptical about Eris, but they are slowly trusting him.”

“You really believe in him huh?” You quirked a brow.

“He is the savior of this court.” She said and turned back to the paintings.

“Where is lady autumn?”

Nissa smiled lovingly “at the day court, she left the day you came.”

“She went to Helion?” You gaped at her.

“Yes Eris told her that he didn’t mind, that he wants her to be happy so she left” Nissa looked at you again “close your mouth child you’ll catch a fly”

You scowled at her and left with a huff ignoring her soft giggles.

This time you didn’t peek into the throne room, you just marched into your bedroom lost deep in thought. Eris’ scent was still on you, making your thighs clench and your heart skip a beat.

Just when you thought he couldn’t get any hotter, Nissa proved you wrong.

With a groan you fell on the bed and pressed your face against the pillow.

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Eris was sitting on his throne watching as his advisors bickered with each other about taxes and how they could make more money. They didn’t say that clearly, but Eris could tell this was all they cared about. He caught your scent as you passed the throne room and his breath hitched. His mind going back to the moment he had you bent over the counter, he noticed how you bit back a moan and how your waist arched lifting your ass further for him. He had met strong females before, but they never crossed the line that would make them brats. You on the other hand were way past that line and his body ached to tame you. His cock hardened at the thought, and he huffed interrupting his advisors, the older males stared at him in question.

“The taxes are fine, we don’t need that much money anyway and my people won’t be able to survive another raise. Meeting’s over” he announced and got up, fixing his crown to make a statement and leaving the room.

As he was walking towards his room, he heard a door opening and then a snort. He turned around and his eyes narrowed as he spotted you.

“Nice crown my lord” you mocked and started walking the other way. To be honest you didn’t know why you mocked him, he looked extremely hot with that crown on his head.

In a blink his strong hand gripped your elbow, and he turned you around pressing your body against him.

“I would believe your mockery if you weren’t drooling” he smirked and leaned closer, his nose almost touching yours.

“You wish” you challenged him with a matching smirk.

He grabbed your jaw and squeezed your cheeks.

“Do I need to fuck the brat out of you?” He growled. Your whole body wanted you to scream yes and fall on your knees for him but the wicked side of you took over and you gripped his neck squeezing lightly.

“You couldn’t even if you tried” your words muffled by his grip on your jaw.

His eyes flashed with dominance and a wicked smile appeared on his face, he moved his free hand and grabbed your wrist removing your hand from his neck and pinning it above your head. Ropes of fire kept your hand in place, and he grabbed your other hand too, giving it the same fate. He kicked your legs open and placed himself between, his strong body pressed against you and his bulge grinding on your thigh.

“I’m going to ruin you little fox” he purred and started biting and sucking the soft skin on your neck.

You let out a soft moan, and clenched your eyes shut.

Eris picked a dagger from his belt and cut the bottom of your dress in one swift move, he pushed the sides behind you gaining access to your needy heat. You were clenching onto nothing, and whines left your lips.

“Stop whining little brat, do you think that you deserve to be touched?” he growled and knelt in front of you, his fire keeping you in place as he grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders. He darted his tongue over your swollen clit.

“Please Eris, I’ll be good” you cried out.

He removed his face from your heat and lifted his eyebrow.

“How did you call me?” he asked, and you gulped. You fucked up and you knew it.

“I’m sorry my lord” your voice barely above a whisper and filled with need. You usually wouldn’t act like that, but his dominance made you want to be a good girl for him, and the predatory glint he had in his eyes promised you a good time.

He latched on your clit again, adding pressure with his teeth and making your whole body tremble, his tongue moved between your folds and started fucking you.

You were a moaning mess, the sloppy sounds of his mouth on your cunt and the cold touch of his crown on your thigh only added to your pleasure.

“Please my lord” you cried out not sure what you were pleading him for. You ground your hips on his face and he let out a growl, his strong hands moving to your hips to keep you steady. The growl sent the perfect amount of vibrations to your nerves and you felt your release approaching.

“You wanna cum on my face little fox?” he hummed.

“Yes yes oh please yes” you screamed and the moment your pleasure reached its peak he stopped. The ghost of his touch still there as he watched your eyes filling with tears. His wicked grin was back.

“I’m going to ruin you” he purred as he got up and grabbed your thighs, wrapping them around his waist. He untied the laces of his pants and took himself out giving a few slow pumps before lining up to your entrance.

Your mouth watered at the sight of him, he was huge and leaking.

“Red means stop” he informed you and slammed his hips on yours. You felt like he was cutting you in half and you let out a scream.

“That’s it, keep screaming for me” he breathed and began snapping his hips at a punishing pace. The hall was filled with your cries and the sound of skin slapping. Your cries could be heard everywhere in the palace and especially in the throne room where his advisors were gathering their stuff. The sounds made them furrow their eyebrows and exit the room to see what was happening.

One of the males gasped at the sight of you making Eris whip his heard in their direction never stopping his thrusts. They started walking to the other side where the gates were. Eris lifted his pointer finger at them.

“No. Stay and watch as I punish the little brat” he growled, and the males froze. They gaped at the two of you.

The whole scene if front of you made your blood boil in pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum my lord” you moaned.

“Hold it” he gritted his teeth and began thrusting harder and deeper.

One rope of fire moved in the top of your dress and slithered around your nipple while another one toyed with your clit. You were seeing stars, your screams were even louder. Making two of the advisors moan as they palmed themselves.

“Leave. Now” Eris snarled, possessiveness taking over.

“Mine” he growled in your ear making the bond snap and that was your undoing.

“Let me cum my lord please” you begged. “Cum” he ordered, and your body trembled.

“Oh Eris” you cried and arched your back, your head pushing against the wall as the pleasure took over, you felt like you were floating.

His thrusts flattered and small grunts left his throat.

He snapped his hips once, twice and then buried himself deep inside you, warm ropes of cum painting your walls as his cock throbbed.

“Fuck” he growled and pressed his forehead on your shoulder.

You were breathing heavily. Exhaustion taking over and you closed your eyes to calm down.

“I’m not done with you my sweet little mate, this was for my own pleasure that’s why you enjoyed it. Now I’m going to fucking punish you.” He growled and carried you to his room.

“Oh boy” you sighed.

Third time writing smut. What do you think?

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