#so you can see a male 'scream queen'

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bad blood (lando's version) | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x fem carlos ex!reader

band aid's don't fix bullet holes but his best friend might

based on this request:so reader is a famous model who’s also carlos ex (dated YEARS) and after the breakup he jumped straight to rebeca (we just need a tiny bit of bad blood). soo she and lando always got along, ever since carlos was in mclaren. the point is they get together and come hand in hand to a gp out of nowhere so drama and more bad blood surface - you can lead this to whatever you want hehe, thanks!!! - @lorenakaspersen

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

vogue

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vogue: y/n y/ln takes the cover for this month, where she talks re-discovering herself and giving yourself time to move on. copies in stores everywhere this friday.

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user1: i am once again asking how the fuck that man fumbled a bad bitch like her

user2: do not bring that man up here, he actually boils my blood

user3: honestly thank god they wear helmets in f1 cause if i saw his smug little face i may have smashed by tv

yourusername: thank you for having me hehehehhe xx

vogue: you dropped this queen 👑

user4: not vogue supporting her more than carlos ever did 🤨

user5: at least lando still supports her

user6: i'm glad the friends she made... i.e lando, charles, max, daniel, etc did also abandon her when carlos just dropped her

hunterschafer: you're the person i see in your dreams

yourusername: are you sure i'm not just your sleep paralysis demon?

hunterschafer: you're welcome to stalk mine dreams anytime

user7: how am i meant to care about f1 without y/n?

user8: she's the reason i learnt about the sport but at leats now i have an excuse to support someone else LOL

landonorris: tinkerbell looks a little bit different here

yourusername: i thought you were too old to watch peter pan?

landonorris: i just said that so you would think i'm a big macho man :(

yourusername: that is tragic

landonorris: can i interest you in a movie night some time soon then

yourusername: you might

user9: WHAT IS GOING ON HERE ^^

user10: idk but i am excited

f1wagupdates

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f1wagsupdates: carlos sainz debuts his new girlfriend rebecca donaldson at the bahrain grand prix, just one month after breaking up with model y/n y/ln. sainz and y/ln were together for three years, and sainz was seen with donaldson for the first time just a week after the breakup.

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user13: lol the wag accounts are done with his ass

f1wagsupdates: i am a y/n y/ln stan first and foremost

user14: anyone see the absolute stink eye charles and lando gave carlos LOL

user15: that's the thing when you're together for so long, the friends get attached as well

user16: i mean if certified homie hopper charles leclerc is calling your bluff then you know you've fucked up

user17: i will never understand how he jumped into a relationship with her after three years ?? LIKE IT WAS NOTHING

user18: things like that make me glad i'm single

user19: the thing that is bothering me that no one has said yet is the fact that he's been with her what a month? and he's already brought her to a race when he made y/n wait months to go to a race?

user20: screams insecurity - like "look i have moved on, i'm an alpha male who can get whoever i want"

user21: i never understood why he didn't let her come to races for months when they first got together, like not even his home race?

user22: i've always got the vibe that he thought that he was better than her and that she was using him?

user23: the way if he ever posted her (which was not very often) he never tagged her

user24: which is ironic because she's one of the most celebrated models in recent history, she has millions more followers than him and has a bigger network than him, so really if anyone was using anyone it was carlos using her

user25: anyone else pulling for her to get with lando?

user26: i always thought they got on more in the videos of them all together but honestly i just want her to be happy

yourusername

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yourusername: not much going on recently

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user27: SHE'S SO HOT

user28: i need her to give me one chance please

charles_leclerc: are we still down for the road trip to lourdes?

yourusername: needed now more than ever

charles_leclerc: trust and believe

user29: charles and y/n friendship you mean so much to me

user30: need her to sit in charles' side of the garage

user31: mother went to the university of servington where she got a degree is cuntology with a minor in slaying the haus down

danielricciardo: miss ma'am, leave some for the rest of us

yourusername: why thank you good sir

danielricciardo: where do i procure a veil as such?

yourusername: i may source one for you if you promise not to shave that moustache

heidiberger: preach

user32: i bet carlos just thought everyone would just forget about y/n when he dropped her, but he forgot that she's probably more liked on the grid than he is LOL

landonorris: why are you staring into my soul like that

yourusername: why are you lurking in my comment section

landonorris: i thought we were friends :(

yourusername: always and forever

user33: but he wants it to be more

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user33: I SAW THAT LANDO X Y/N COMING SOON?

landonorris

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landonorris: hostess with the most-ess?

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user34: is that a ... WOMAN?

user35: he's saying he's a host ... maybe he's hosting a friend who is a girl, it's not illegal

user36: i get your sentiment, but that photo is straight out of the soft launch girlfriend pinterest boards

user37: well now i'm picturing lando scrolling through pinterest and asking ??? to recreate the pics 😭

carlossainz55: missing my golf partner, round this weekend? ⛳️

landonorris: let me check my schedule buddy 👍

user38: okay... well someone else tell me that they can feel the vibe shift

user39: it's their first online interaction after the breakup, i think we can guess who's side lando is on

oscarpiastri: someone needs to debrief me asap

landonorris: someone forgot that he owns a phone

oscarpiastri: needed the added pressure of the public call out to make you actually do it

landonorris: fine, but you get three questions and that's it

user40: if the call out was public can't we get the public answers

yourusername: are you coming for my job?

landonorris: you saying i could model 😊

yourusername: i'm definitely saying you should let me give my agent your number

landonorris: you already have my number babe

yourusername: okay pretty boy

user41: i need this type of nepotism in my life

user42: i need the nepotism and the sexual tension cause PHEW it is through the roof

yourusername

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yourusername: enjoy the picture of me fucking up a pretzel

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user46: okay where are the detective freaks from f1twt?

user47: reporting for duty 🫡

user46: what car is that?

user47: it looks strikingly similar to a jolly, but i don't know if that's just my brain pushing me to make it lando. but there is a florist in monaco that wraps their flowers just like that as well ....

user46: thank you for your service

danielricciardo: this is very ballerina core 🩰

yourusername: has the old man been spending time on the internet?

danielricciardo: yes he has 😃

yourusername: omg proud

danielricciardo: no but seriously how did you do it? it looks sick

yourusername: very fiddly, needed an extra pair of hands

danielricciardo: an extra pair of hands [wiggles eyebrows]

yourusername: did you just comment your own stage directions?

danielricciardo: funny 😄

user48: okay i am glad we're not being deprived of the y/n and daniel friendship.

landonorris: i am enjoying this picture of you fucking up a pretzel

yourusername: i am a whore for carbs

landonorris: i am a whore for you

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landonorris: i am also a whore for carbs (don't tell jon)

maxverstappen1: 📸📸📸 saw that mister !!

landonorris: you didn't see NOTHING

user49: we saw everything. i am so disappointed in lando, he's carlos' bestfriend and he's doing this?

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user50: oh i know this man aint speaking

f1teaandgossip

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ftteaandgossip: carlos sainz was caught liking this tweet about his ex girlfriend y/n y/ln and his (former?) best friend lando norris. what do you think?

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user53: the audacity of men never fails to astound me

user54: you know what, i feel like a guilty man only acts this bold. so i'm saying it. i think there was overlap between his relationship with y/n and his relationship with rebecca

user55: you're right and you should say it

user56: carlos got with rebecca within a WEEK of the end of a three year relationship but is angry that she's finally moving on after months ?

user57: for real the first sight of lando and y/n was after at least two months

user58: i know people will say she's in the wrong because it is lando but honestly carlos has no leg to stand on with him parading rebecca around the paddock

user59: i really couldn't give a fuck if lando is his best buddy you act like a fool expect to get treated like a fool

user60: also the whole "whoring around the grid" is so dumb. you mean her FRIENDS? you know the friends she had to make when you would just leave her in the paddock or ignore her at parties ?

user61: babe really thought he was more loved in the paddock and expected everyone to go along with his messiness

user62: men don't talk about women this way challenge

user63: imagine talking about a girl you were with for THREE tears like this

user64: i wish lando and y/n all the best and i hope they're together for a long time, she deserves a good man after all of this

user65: i have faith 🤞

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yourusername: sloppy seconds you say? i never come second with him. pun intended x

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user66: SERVE

user67: user67 found dead in her home, cause of death: this post

landonorris: what can i say i'm a giver 🤷‍♂️

yourusername: i'll say 😮‍💨

oscarpiastri: ENOUGH

landonorris: i thought you were happy for us oscar :(

oscarpiastri: i am !! i even took the second picture. but i think you forget that i am staying with you in monaco :/

yourusername: whoops my bad

landonorris: i swear my hospitality is usually better

yourusername: i can attest to his hospitality

oscarpiastri: STOP PLEASE STOP

user68: poor oscar being traumatised by y/n and lando 😭

carlossainz55: real mature

yourusername: how about instead of liking shady tweets and commenting on my instagram posts, you come confront me like a real fucking person.

carlossainz55: you'd love that wouldn't you

yourusername: i really would because if i said everything you needed to hear i'd be banned from this app

carlossainz55: you really are the gold digging slut my parents warned me about

landonorris: you will absolutely not talk to her that way. if you do so again we'll have a very real problem

carlossainz55: you have no sense of loyalty lando

landonorris: the call is coming from inside the house

user69: the girls are FIGHTING

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landonorris

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landonorris: nothing better than a podium at home and time with family

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user72: the sky camera shady as fuck for cutting straight to y/n in the mclaren garage when carlos crashed LOL

user73: her and lando's dad trying not to laugh had me creasing

yourusername: beyond proud of you baby

landonorris: your support means everything pretty girl

yourusername: and your family are the loveliest, tell mama i said thank you for having me (and my sandwiches for the plane)

landonorris: she say's thank you and come back soon (i also want you to come home asap)

user74: he already refers to his house at their home

user75: and y/n has been accepted by the family - the sainzs could take notes

oscarpiastri: oscar piastri erasure

yourusername: sorry osc, you're our favourite pookie on the grid

landonorris: also mama made you sandwiches too

oscarpiastri: i know they were very yummy 😋

danielricciardo: HOLD ON, oscar is your favourite pookie, where am i ???

maxverstappen1: i think you'll find i am their favourite full stop

charles_leclerc: nuh uh it's clearly me

yourusername: i'll just say lando is my favourite

landonorris: and i'll say y/n is my favourite

yourusername: and that's that

danielricciardo: boooooooo.

maxverstappen1: cop out :(

charles_leclerc: 🍅🍅🍅

user76: i am so confused right now

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yourusername: you are in love, true love.

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user77: omg the letters? i swear there were letters in her first post after carlos took rebecca to the first race of the season

user78: wait so do you think they were from lando the whole time?

yourusername: yes they are from lando ! after the carlos stuff had somewhat died down he had them all delivered to me and it definitely swayed me for a first date

user79: but i thought some of those letters looked pretty old

landonorris: i won't deny that i liked y/n for a long time but i obviously couldn't express that so i put them in letters. an idiot was an idiot and i'll never not take my chance

user80: okay that makes this whole thing so much cuter

user81: y/n is the definition of never letting your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband

landonorris: you're my best friend and i love you so much

yourusername: i'd go through all this mess and all this heartbreak again if it meant i still end up with you

landonorris: but i'm by your side forever now you can't get rid of me

yourusername: i wouldn't dream of it

user82: lord i have seen it all, please bless me with a relationship like this

danielricciardo: god you people are ridiculously cute

oscarpiastri: just think yourself lucky that you no longer share a garage with them

landonorris: we're not THAT bad

oscarpiastri: i have working ears

yourusername: sorry not sorry osc x

fin.

note: hope you all enjoyed. i am dying trying to do 75 soft but i also signed up for burlesque class !!

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poly basketball player ony and aran

YES

having two very successful professional athletes as your boyfriends was a blessing and a curse. they were caring, smart, passionate about what they were doing, and gave you everything you could ever dream of having. there hasn’t been a day where you felt any less of the queen you already are and from the outside looking in, these men were calm and delicate when it came to you. always around to keep you safe and happy. you were as happy as can be with them, but every relationship has their issues. the main one in yours was their competitiveness.

“i won nigga get off the sticks and go wash the dishes” aran yelled, pointing to the kitchen where you were standing. you had told them an hour ago to wash the dishes and instead of just doing it, they decided to bet a game of 2k on it. the yelling and screaming coming from the living room irritated you so much that you washed them on your own to try to drown out the noise. as ony walked up to you, his tall figure already saw over your head that the dishes were done. a remorseful look on his face as he leaned down to give you a kiss on the cheek. “my fault mama, thank you” you rolled your eyes, ignoring him before walking towards your room.

this was a constant thing in your house whether it be who dressed better, who was smarter, who should get the bigger plate during breakfast, and the most common, who loved you more.

“i love her so much, i bought her a plane when her flight got delayed” ony smirked as he talked, his big hands rubbing on your back as you laid your stomach on his thighs, the rest of your body laying on aran’s lap. his big hands rubbing all over you ass while he replied. “that ain’t nun nigga. i love her so much, i bought her a house in every state so she don’t ever gotta worry about sleeping in a hotel when my matches are far away” ony rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, giving him a “duhh” look before replying. “how you think she be getting to the houses nigga? she takes the plane….dumbass” aran looked away, an embarrassed look on his face as he thought about what ony just said.

“well my dick is bigger nigga, now what?” the dark skin male laughed, his hand leaving your back to cop a feel of aran's manhood. he gave him a knowing look. “be furreal nigga y'know my shit bigger. that was cute tho” you rolled your eyes, sighing loudly as you got up from the both of them. “ohh my goddd do y'all ever just shut up?” you spit before walking away to your room. before you reached the door a small smirk graced your features as you came up with an idea to help them get along. “both of y'all dicks is little so ion even know why y'all arguing furreal”your words brought a mix of confusion and anger to both of their faces before ony and aran turned to look towards each other. silently communicating there next actions before getting up and making their way towards you. “we gon see about that”

your boyfriends argued almost everyday, using there bantering as a way to show their love for each other. you knew they'd never downplay each others love for you for real, always in the others defense in the media when different blogs would try to put them against each other. they always saved their arguing for when they were in private or in the comfort of their home and when at home there was only one way to shut them up.

“mhmm i know ma” aran mumbled as he listened to your pretty whines. his big hands outstretched on your ass while you made out with ony. all three of you sat on your knees as aran fucked you from behind and you stroked ony's dick in front go you with your pretty hand, your other hand on ony's his shoulder to keep yourself from falling over. “how she feel baby?”he moaned as he felt your hand tighten around him. aran matched his boyfriends moan with one of his own. “good...fuck...real good da” his dick twitched inside of your wet walls as he watched his the darkskin male tightly grip your neck before giving you a sloppy kiss. ony's eyes never left aran's as he let his tongue slide in and out of your wet mouth.

aran knew was ony was doing, purposely teasing him to bring him closer to his orgasm, but he had just the thing for that. his big brown hands gripped your hips before he started deepening his strokes, his pace increasing to get you to moan into ony's mouth just the way he loved. "aauughh fuck papa m'finna cum" you whined, your hand slowing to a stop on ony's dick as you felt your orgasm approaching. before you knew it, there was a hard slap brought to your ass by aran, his thrusts never faltering as he spoke. “don't stop touching him mama, daddy gotta cum too” a smirk grew on ony's face at the interaction, his dick twitching in delight at your obedience when you brought your hand back to him.

you were enjoying every minute of this. letting the men you love take control over your body and bring you to some of the best orgasms you'll ever received. ony squeezed your neck, pulling you from your thoughts as he brought his lips to your ear. “throw that shit back mama, make em feel real good so he can fill you up. you want papa to fill you up right?” you quickly nodded your head, listening to his command instantly. the feeling of your ass meeting his thrusts made aran moan, his release getting closer and closer as he felt your arousal begin to drip to the sheets. your walls fluttered repeatedly as you felt your orgasm begin to rush through you. "m'cummin oh my god m'cumminnn" your pretty cry brought ony to his orgasm as well, his dick pushing out thick streams of cum that rolled down his tip and onto your hand.

aran began to deepen his thrusts, using your release as lubricant to move quicker inside you. “fuck mama ima give you all this nut, hold still f'me” you tried your best to listen, stilling you body from shaking in overstimulation as you felt all of his inches move in and out of you. as aran fucked you, you watched ony make his way to his side, letting you fall to the bed before giving aran a sloppy kiss on the lips. his hand rubbed up and down aran's chest just the way he liked as he continued to let his tongue dance inside his mouth. in no time he was cumming, his thick load shooting into you had he slowed his thrusts. “thank you da” aran sighed as he caught his breath. ony gave him another slow kiss on the lips, his hand still on his chest as he spoke. “of course baby”

as they brought their attention to you, they noticed that you were already asleep. chuckles flew from both of them as they got off the bed to clean up. “where you goin?” aran asked as he watched ony begin to carry your towards the bathroom. “we finna take a bath while you clean the sheets” the brownskin man sucked his teeth before walking towards your sleeping form in his boyfriends arms. “you took a bath wit her last time, you said you was gon take a shower wit me this time after we bathe her together” ony rolled his eyes, before turning back around to go in the bathroom. “that was before you made me wash your dishes nigga” aran opened his mouth to argue but was cut off by your sleepy, annoyed voice. "if y'all don't shut up y'all gon be together on the couch" the two men looked at each other, silently communicating that they did't want to have to share a couch between their big tall bodies.

“my fault ma”

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Midnight Queen

paring: Azriel x Reader | type: smut | words: 3,7k | warnings: explicit descriptions, vulgar wording, pleasure hall setting. playlist: i want to | fill the void | wicked games | earned it | into it | chills | TiO I decided to do a little rewrite of my first ever story I posted on here; thank you so much @moonlightazriel for beta reading it (sorry for serving you smut for breakfast)💛

"If you need to fuck someone, go to a pleasure hall and pay for it, but stay away from her."

And he did. He kept his distance. That night, that night months ago, he left. He stayed away from her. From Elain.

He left the House of Wind. And he sought out a pleasure hall. He downed a drink. And then he walked down one of the narrow corridors, velvet tapestry on either side, towards a more private room at the very back of the pleasure hall. Primal noises, moans and screams reached him on his way there, the scents of arousal mingling in the air around him, making him grimace. But he ignored it all, his anger and frustration getting the best of him.  

Azriel had followed Rhysand’s suggestion - fed up with all the happy couples in his life, and their constant display of joy and love. He couldn't stay moment longer in the House of Wind. 

He had to leave. But not for the sake of fucking. He didn't come to the pleasure hall to fuck, only to watch. To distract himself. And it is all he's done ever since. 

He only comes here to watch. And only to watch you. 

Until tonight. Tonight is different. Tonight he needs. He craves. He is a hungry male, and he seeks to devour. To still his hunger. He wants to savour. You. 

The glass, half-full with amber liquor, is tipped to his plump lips, while his gaze, like heated honey, is trained on you, following your every move. Just like his shadows, perched on both his shoulders and the little stage you dance upon, watching your every move closely, twin flames burning in his eyes that devour you, slowly undress you. 

You're on my mind Been there all night I've been missing seeing my midnight queen Come have a drinkOr maybe three And Darling I'll make you my next victim It's been too long to spend this night alone I need to hear the sweet sound of your moans Come have a ride, baby don't be so shy I prefer girls who're not afraid to cry

His eyes are on your curves and how you put them in action. Each sway of your hips, each spin, each twirl, Azriel‘s eyes follow, leaving heat in every place they touch. You feel it, feel how your heart beat quickens, how his eyes undress and devour you. He is a hungry male and you a ready to serve. 

But you make him wait, it is a game you are playing and you are not done yet. Hunter and prey…

Since his first visit a few months ago, Solstice Eve, he has only ever come to see you dance. And you like it. Enjoy it. His attention, the silent desire brewing beneath his tan and in tattoos covered skin, and flickering brightly in those hazel eyes that could easily undress females with just one look at them…

You spin and meet his gaze, a feline grin gracing your red-coloured lips. You blow him a kiss and watch how his eyes sparkle, twin flames of lust burning in them. His arousal, the scent so musky, of night chilled mist and cedar, reaches you and you inhale deeply, revelling in it. Damp heat slicks between your thighs, but you remind yourself that he is just another customer, just another male watching you. He should not have this effect on you. You should not want him that much…

You roll your hips, your belly nearly touching the pole, hands curling tighter around it. 

Azriel‘s mind wanders, he imagines how those hands curl around his shaft, your mouth —those plump red lips— fastened around the crown of his cock. 

Your head whips to him, almost like you can read his filthy thoughts. And when your eyes meet his, you know what you want. You want him fully unleashed, see what this powerful male is capable of. You bend over, crouch down, always making sure he focuses on the part of your body you want him to. 

Straightening up, you begin to dance anew. 

The room is hazy, dimly lit — arousal making the air feel thick, and foggy. You glide over the small stage with effortless allure. Grabbing the pole, swirling around it, moving away and always coming back. All your movements seem like a symphony of grace, syncing flawlessly with the soft pulse of the music that surrounds him. 

You never break eye-contact with him. Not even when you move of the stage, each step accentuated by the sway of your round hips. A thin piece of lace fabric covers your most private areas, leaving absolutely nothing to imagination. Your soft skin is almost fully exposed to both Azriel and the slightly chilly air. But you don’t feel cold. You feel hot all over. You are burning for this male. The male with the wings and shadows and stunning, cruel beauty etched upon his face. He is a sin to look at and more than once have you imagined yourself on the ground, between his thighs, looking up at him through your lashes. Damp heat pools between your thighs and you know he can scent it - and you want him to.

Your body moves like silk in the muted glow. As you move closer, you keep your gaze locked with his, a silent promise lingering in the air.

This night will be different, you know it. This night will not end here. But in your bed.

I choose you to fill my void, yeah I speak my voice and I choose you to fill the void

Your fingertips brush his shoulder, nothing but corded muscles beneath the fabric of his black shirt, as you move around him, a hypnotic dance in sync with the soft pulse of the music — a delicate tease with every sway of your hips, every little touch. He is a gone male, you have him fully wrapped around your finger, so much that also his shadows move in sync with the music and the sway of your hips. 

With your last swirl around him coming to an end you pause, halting between his strong thighs, so very inviting to sit down, to ride. But not yet.

With tantalising precision, you guide his hands to follow the contours of your body, his rough calluses scraping against your soft skin. The room fades into insignificance, there is only you on Azriel‘s mind, the feel of your soft skin beneath his hands. He wants to touch, feel, explore, grab, squeeze and knead.

But for now, he caresses.

The chemistry between your souls and the shared desire, so acute and palpable, creates an intimate bubble - no one but Azriel and you matter anymore.

Your scent is intoxicating and Azriel wants to taste you, lick and suckle, drink you in. He has been waiting so long for this moment, anticipation nearly makes him lose control. 

The soft brush of your skin against his is enchanting and he is lost, a goner. You own him. He is fully at your mercy, cock straining almost painfully behind his trousers. 

You guide his hands higher, his palms brushing over your hard nipples and sending a shockwave of sensation right to your core. Your knees threaten to buckle when his broad hands close over your breasts, kneading them gently, and you use this as an excuse to claim the spot on his lap.

"Good evening, Azriel." His name, rolling over your lips as a seductive whisper, almost like a sweet little sin, heats his blood — he can’t wait to hear you scream it when you come on his tongue. Around his dick.

"Sit!" His command is nothing but a purr and you follow, like the good girl you are. Your knees are braced on either side of him, caging him, when you lower yourself to sit atop the powerful Illyrian male. Your scents mingle, his shadows, having formerly watched you so intently, now glade over your bare skin, their touch so delicate their strokes leave goosebumps in their wake. His hands land on your waist and he holds you tightly. Almost like he needs to ground himself, holding back from fucking you straight ahead. 

The sultry grin once again touches your lips, and you lock your gaze with his, longing for the heat in this endless brown of them.

"You returned," you say, voice hushed and breathy.

His eyes dip to your mouth. "Always." Azriel's tongue pokes out and he licks over his lower lip, slowly dragging it over the skin. "I‘ve never visited anyone else." His finger tips dig into your skin. "Only ever you."

This shouldn’t make you so happy, but it does and your grin widens.

One of his hands lowers, grabbing your hips tightly. A growl, primal and pure, leaves him when you shift atop him. You feel his arousal, pressing into you, desire just as acute as your own.

Leaning in, your damp lips brush his ear, and in a sensual whisper you say, "I was wondering when you would finally put those hands to good use." You kiss the spot below his ear and to your surprise he shudders. His reaction elicits a delighted giggle from you.

But when you lean back, some of the fire in his eyes has vanished, almost like the flames were extinguished — did you the wrong thing?

"My hands—" he starts but does not continue. But he looks down and you follow the direction of his eyes, noticing the scars adorning his hands and parts of his arms. 

A feeling, something unknown to you since this moment, blooms inside you and you quickly close the distance between the two of you again, lips nearly meeting his. "Scars or no scars, your hands are beautiful and I can’t even tell you how many times I‘ve thought about them already. On me, all over me." You kiss his jaw. "Inside of me."

His skin tightens and when you meet his gaze again the fire is back, burning brighter than ever before. 

"What a coincidence," he purrs, his hot breath fanning your exposed skin, smelling of liquor. "I’ve been imagining your hand wrapped around my cock instead of that pole quite a few times already, as well."

The grin that spreads over his face is wicked, full of sensual promises, and the prospect of a night you will never forget. You are glad the former sadness has disappeared.

"Why did you come here tonight?" Your hot breath fans his neck. It is always the same question - the question you always ask Azriel when he comes to you. Though this time the answer is different. For the first time he comes here for something else.

"To still my insatiable hunger," he rasps. You feel how the muscles in thighs tense, harden, his palms radiating heat through the flimsy piece of lace you are wearing.

A sultry chuckle parts your red-tinted lips. "Hopefully we can appease your hunger then, shadowsinger."

He smiles again, sensual, sultry promises shimmering within his eyes, but he makes no move to kiss you. Or touch you any further. You lean in again, damp lips coasting over his cheek. 

"What are you waiting for, Azriel?" His name rolling over your lips in a whisper feels like the sweetest sin to Azriel, it makes a groan erupt from some deep part of his throat, and his skin go taut with desire. Yet, he controls his hunger, his need, having to make something very clear before you commence.  

"Your consent," the shadowsinger breathes. "When we fuck, I don’t want you to do this because it is you job. When we fuck, I want you to want this just as much as I do. I want you to—"

You shut him up with a kiss. "I want you. I want this. And I know this is more than my job. I want you because my body screams for you. I need you."

It is all he needs to hear. Azriel leans in. He threads his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck, tilting your head back to give him better access. His tongue licks over the exposed column of your spine, tasting both the sweet, rose scent of your perfume and the saltiness of your sweat. "I’ve wanted this for so long," he rasps, and nips at your jaw, hand sliding between your thighs, parting them.

You feel light-headed on top of him, his erection pressing into you. "Why did you wait so long then?" Your voice is nothing more than a sensual purr. Your grind against him, your softest parts against his hardest. "Why did you make me wait for so long?"

He sucks in a sharp breath. And then he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

Your skin heats up, cheeks burning when your eyes meet his - pupils fully dilated. 

"Because it only made me hungrier for you." His lips close over yours, showing you exactly how hungry he is. "I am a starved male and I can’t wait to devour. To ravish you tonight."

You have to hold back from moaning out loud.

His index finger strokes over the lace, the only thing piece of fabric covering your private parts. He groans at the dampness soaking through the fabric, his head already starting to spin. Long, scarred hands slide beneath it, dragging through your wet folds, eliciting a gasp from you.

"For me?" he purrs.

"Yes," you breathe, eyes glazing over, "only you can get me so wet."

At first, the shadowy male is explorative, touching you gently, easing his fingers in an out of you in languid movements, but all of that comes to an end when you bite down on his neck, dragging your teeth over his hot skin. Azriel laughs, almost a little wickedly, and flicks his wrist, plunging his fingers into you from a different angle now. He fucks you hard - fingers spearing into you, thumb rubbing your clit until release shatters through you. You cry out, nails digging into his skin, head falling back. Your knees buckle and your limbs feel tingle, his fingers still inside of you, letting you ride out your high. No male has ever made you feel like that, and he is only using his fingers to do so. If in this composed position, and only with two of his fingers, he can already make you feel like that, and make you come so hard, you won’t even allow yourself to imagine what he will be able to do with his…cock.

He is smug about how easily he made you come - an almost arrogant smile gracing his plump and swollen lips - cocky male! But something about it fuels a fire inside of you. He is skilled and he knows it, and somehow you love it. 

He removes his fingers, slowly, and holding your gaze he dips them into his mouth, licking them clean of your juice. A guttural noise rumbles out of him, his eyes rolling back at the taste of you. "Fuck," he breathes and a moment later his hands cradle your face and he kisses you, deep, passionate and hungry. 

You roll your hips against him, almost whining when your sensitive core rubs over the bulge in his pants. Your skin prickles, your clit is swollen, core throbbing while your nerves are on fire. You need him fully. You need him inside of you. You need him unleashed. 

"More," your breathlessly plead. And you are surprised - it is never you who begs.

Azriel kisses the corner of your mouth, lips lingering. "I wasn’t planning on stopping here."

He hoists you in his strong arms, large wings flaring behind his back, your legs wrapping around Azriel’s waist. With ease he carries you to the large bed, and then tosses you onto it, into the dark, silken sheets. He is towering over your, shoulders squared, wings spread, shadows dancing on his shoulders. "Strip," he orders, but adds, "or do you need help?"

A smirk appears on your lips and he is on you the next second, tearing through the flimsy piece of fabric, bearing you to chilly air and him. "Apologies, I will buy you a new outfit." His lips coast over neck to cleavage, until he reaches your tits. He takes each hardened peak into his mouth, letting his tongue glide over the pebbled skin, closing his lips, suckling, his other hand giving just as much attention to your other breast, kneading gently. The calloused skin is rough against yours and feels phenomenal and terribly arousing. You need him. You need him so much, you simultaneously let the tip of your toes slide beneath the waistband of his pants, and your hand over his crotch. With ease, you flick open the button, and push the trousers down the curve of his ass. His hard cock springs free and leaves you breathless - he is long and thick, a little curved and absolutely beautiful.

Interrupting your shameless staring, he kisses you, tongue parting your lips, teeth clashing, tongues dancing, fighting for dominance neither of you allows the other. Both scarred hands, arms adorned with visible veins, are braced next to your head. He is leaning over you, caging you and you love how he makes you feel - respected in your choices, seen, and not just like an object. That’s why you want him so much. That’s why you need him so much - he is not like other males. 

You only break the kiss when you feel something wet on your skin, and lift your head, Azriel’s gaze following your eyes.

A drop of pre-come has fallen onto your belly, right next to your navel. You want to clench your thighs, something low in your belly tightening. The male sucks in a sharp breath, and then an almost animalistic growl parts his lips. 

His hot breath fans your throat, canines scratching over your skin. "That’s what you do to me. That’s how much I crave you."

He forces your thighs further apart, shifting on the bed, the broad crown of his cock nestled against your entrance. 

"Open up for me, my queen." Queen. You have never been called anything more beautiful. More powerful. 

Your hips fall even wider open and he slides into you, sinking into your tender flesh, stretching you out. Nothing could have ever prepared you for this feeling, the feeling of him - no one has ever felt like Azriel. So good. So right.

There is a hint of pain, but you eventually adjust to his size, and moan.

Never ever have you felt so perfectly filled. "Fucking Gods," you moan, fisting the sheets next to you. "Fuck, Azriel, move."

He loves the dominance, the power he has. With a low chuckle, seeing your already blissed out stage, he pulls out until only the tip is in and then rolls his hips against you, plunging deep into you, the muscles in his ass flexing.

"You are such a needy little thing, huh? So greedy for my dick." He is searching your gaze, waiting for a reaction - do you like the slight degradation? Is it too much, due to your job.

But you like it - coming from his lips you like it. You know he doesn't mean it in relation to your job. 

You let your hands slide down to his ass, sinking your nails into the flesh, your own hips lifting, back arching. 

"How do you want me, my midnight queen?"

You let out a shaky breath, his length slowly sliding into you, letting you feel every proud inch of his erection. "Ha-rd," you stutter. "I want you to take me hard."

He growls in approval and soon sets a relentless tempo, pulling out to the tip and slamming back into you - at a brutal pace his hips snap against yours, pounding and thrusting into you. 

The breaths that leave Azriel are ragged and fast, just like your own. Your whimper and moan, cry out in pleasure, meeting each of his thrusts with the roll of your hips. 

The sounds of smacking flesh, the groaning of the bed and the bedframe hitting the wall fill the small room. Your back arches, and you lift your legs, curling them around Azriel, heels pressing into his bum. The new angle allows him to fuck you even deeper and it has you writhing and squirming beneath him. 

Your walls flutter around him, squeezing him and it tells Azriel you are close. And so is he - release already starts to gather in his spin, flecks of black and white sparking in front of his vision. 

"You are taking me so well." Azriel captures your lobe between his teeth. "You want to come, don't you?"

You nod, no more talking possible. You are a blissed-out mess beneath him, driven only by desire and lust, your body feeling like jelly. 

Azriel clicks his tongue and you are surprised you heard it over the blood rushing in your ears. "Use your words!" There is nothing soft in his voice, nothing gentle - it is a command and you absolutely love his dominance. Because he respects you in his dominance. It is about your pleasure as well. This is about you. This moment is about you. He sees you. Respects you. 

"Yes!" you cry out. The dam bursts and release washes over you. You come undone, screaming out in pleasure, and Azriel follows you right over the edge. His thrusts become languid, his hot seed spurting of your walls, filling you. "Take it all," he groans into your ear, hips rolling against yours and you milk him dry. "Let me fill you up nicely. I want my scent to be all over you, stick to your skin for ages." 

Your eyes roll back, and you are too delirious to realise that this wonderful moment is already over. 

You slump onto the mattress, knees buckling, limps numb, chest rising and falling with deep inhales. Azriel pulls out and then collapses right on top of you. 

"No male will ever touch you again, Y/N. You are mine! From now on, until the last day of our immortal life."

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[cupidscrule]

HOW EXPERIENCED ARE THEY IN BED?

Jjk men hc:3

Ft- Satoru, Toji, Choso, Sukuna, Shoko

Satoru

Oh this man has experience. He knows the female AND male body from head to toe, knows exactly how to make you feel good. I mean look at him, he's had to have got with some girls, and we all know he fucked them dumb.

TOJI

ALSO EXTREMELY EXPERIENCED, can make you cum with just his hands multiple times, groping and touching you in just the right places, he can take it slow, or a quickie. Whatever you want him to do princess

CHOSO

He's a virgin. He's a bottom and a virgin, he's fascinated by the human body however, the way that he sees other people in pornos. He wonders if every human is that sensitive, if they all make the same noises.

Sukuna

Experienced but doesn't fuck anyone for their pleasure, so it doesn't matter. In reality instead of sex he's gonna play monopoly with you then scream when he loses.

SHOKO

OH BOY SHE IS EXPERIENCED

As a girl herself she knows what to do, how long, and when to. Queen of sex toys as well, always puts you first as well perfect partner

#cupidscruel🍡 #gojo x reader #gojo saturo #jjk gojo #toji x reader #toji x you #smut #choso x you #choso jjk #sukuna jujutsu kaisen #sukuna x reader #shoko ieiri

[thelov3lybookworm]

Can I request some/any type of angst with rhys x yn. 🥲

Remember me?

Summary: Under the Mountain, Y/n met the High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand. She was scared of him, but soon she found out that he wasn't who he pretended to be. Despite her efforts at not falling in love with him, she fails. It's not that bad as he loves her back.

But now he's gone, and she's left alone with nothing.

Except for a very adorable reminder of him.

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Tw: secret pregnancy, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: okay, so I know anon asked for angst, but I don't think there's much angst in this, but I'm planning on writing part two, and I'll try to make it more angsty, so bear with me please.

Edit: this series has turned into an Eris x reader fic, so know what you're going to be reading if you decide to continue on reading. If Eris is not someone you like, please dont read this fic

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She ran, glancing behind her to see if the creepy male was still following her. He was, even though he was far behind.

This wasn't working. She had to find another way to get rid of him.

She had been sitting in a corner of the throne room, trying to not catch anyone attention when the male had shown up. He had started up a conversation, his hands slowly inching towards her rear. Even though she had told him she was uncomfortable and made it clear she did not want anything to do with him. He had gotten angry, as all makes did when denied something, especially something they felt entitled to. He'd tried to force her to a dark alcove nearby, but she had fled.

Now here she was.

She turned around the corner, glancing behind her again. And smacked straight into something hard.

As she reared back to look at what–who– it was, all the blood drained from her face.

The Queen's Whore.

Night Court's High Lord works too, she thought to herself.

He smirked at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Going somewhere? Maybe I could accompany you?" Y/n shook her head, petrified. She had seen what he could do, and she had no intention to get his attention on her. "What a shame, I would have loved to spend some time with such a beauty."

Despite being scared out of her wits, she blushed. But then she remembered why she was running in the first place. But it was too late now.

A hand clamped down on her wrist, so tight her hand started to go numb. She turned to the male, trying to tug her hand out of his hold to no avail. She stared at his hand helplessly, knowing nothing could save her now. Screaming would only incense him further, and the High Lord at her back was more likely to laugh at her than help her out.

"Do you know him darling?"

Her head whipped around to the High Lord, but before she could answer, the male still holding her hand wrapped an arm around her and stepped back. "We've been talking all night, my Lord. We know each other."

The High Lord raised a brow. "Did I ask you?" Then, turning to her, he asked. "Is he telling the truth?"

Y/n wanted to deny it, but he was speaking the truth. And she had seen the High Lord kill people for the smallest lies. Not wanting to offend him by lying, she nodded, her eyes pleading.

And she didn't know if he saw the pleading in her eyes, or he was just curious, but he asked, "Do you want to go with him?" She shook her head frantically, hope flaring in her chest.

But then the High Lord shrugged and turned away. She was so shocked that she didn't pay attention to the male who was still holding her as he started struggling against invisible forces, only looking at him when crumpled to the ground.

Stunned, she turned back towards the High Lord, who smirked at her.

"I don't think I caught your name. What was it again?"

"Y/n..."

"Y/n." He muttered, as if testing out the syllables of her name. He hummed. "I like it." He leaned against the nearest wall, as if getting comfortable. "So, miss Y/n, what do you do when you are not being chased around by males?"

"Nothing... my job is to sit and look pretty so my father can marry me off to the highest bidder when he deems fit." She slapped a hand over her mouth as soon as the words were out. She hadn't meant to say that. The High Lord wasn't to be trusted, especially because he could just run back to his mistress and blabber all about what he'd seen today.

A slow smile spread on his as he studied her. "I like you."

A few months later, he would be whispering I love you in her ear.

But that isn't the point here.

The point is that he would forget those words and the female he had said them to when a mortal would free them from their prison.

The point is that he would leave the female he had loved so fiercely.

The point is that he would leave her to fend for herself in a dangerous world.

The darn point here is that he would leave her with a life growing in her.

And he wouldn't know about it until it was too late.

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She was dreaming. Again. Of him.

It wasn't a nightmare, but that would have been preferable to the happy dream that she was having, where he hadn't left her to her father's mercy. Where he was present in their life. Her and her son's. Their son's. But when she had dreams as these, she was filled with a sense of longing and sadness, hatred and fury.

But thank the cauldron, she was woken up. By a little body jumping around on the bed. She smiled sleepily, eyes still closed. She grasped around blindly in search of the little devil, who shrieked and evaded her. She pulled back her hands, lying still as her son came to plop down on her chest. She knew he was going to do that, but still she grunted when his weight settled over her.

"Mama! Wake up." He whined. Y/n opened her eyes to look into the beautiful violet orbs of Finnian. He grinned at her, sitting up. "Mama, you said we'll go to a drawing class."

"That I did, my little joy. But before that, would you help Mama with breakfast?"

He nodded enthusiastically, already jumping off the bed and running out the doors. Y/n yelled after him to be careful, getting up before stretching and making her way downstairs.

As she set about making some pancakes for the two of them, Fin blabbered about anything he could think of. As he started eating, Y/n's mind wandered to a few days ago, when she had arrived in this city. The City of Starlight, they called it. And she could see why.

She was originally from Dawn Court, but after they had been freed from Amarantha's reign, she had fled from her father's home, making a life for herself in Day Court. A few weeks ago, she had seen her father waking in one of the markets that she visited frequently, and she had never been more scared. For her life, sure, but more so for her sons life. If her father realised of Fin's existence, he wouldn't stop until he got rid of the little boy.

So Y/n had sought out a man who promised her that he could smuggle the two of them to a place that not many knew about. Frantic in her instincts to save her child, she didn't ask where this secret place was.

She didn't regret her decision, but now she was always on alert, always looking over her shoulder to see if her former lover was somehow following her. And then again, what were the odds of her crossing paths with him in such a big city?

Extremely high. A voice inside her screamed, but she ignored it.

After the breakfast, Fin again started talking about the painting classes that he was going to today. A neighbor had told Y/n about these classes and that her kids loved to go and that she should let Fin attend them too.

And since Fin had learned of it, that's all he had been talking about.

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Fin ran through the large doors with Sam, his new friend who was the son of their neighbour, leaving Y/n yelling at them to slow down. Despite that, the two boys didn't listen and then Fin ran into a male who was standing inside the room where the classes were going to take place.

"Oh mother, are you okay?" Y/n rushed to help Fin stand back up, crouching in front of him and checking him for any injuries.

"I'm okay mama."

Y/n nodded, standing and turning to the male to apologise. As her eyes met ones identical to her son's, she froze. Those eyes she had loved, ones she adored always, were wide with shock and staring straight at her.

Neither of them said anything. It seemed like they didn't breathe as well.

The male she had spent years searching, the male she had waited everyday for, the male she had grown to resent day by day when he didn't show up, the one she had been trying her best to hide away from, was now standing in front of her, his lips parted and an anguished look in his eyes.

She was numb, her mind not working, but atleast she had the sense to push Fin behind her.

Which wasn't the best move, considering the High Lord's eyes went straight to the little boy peeking from behind Y/n's skirts.

A broken breath escaped him, his eyes starting to water as he looked back at Y/n.

She took a step back, turning away. Her eyes fell on another familiar face, whose eyes constantly jumped from Y/n to him.

Feyre.

Sam tugged on Feyre's hand, pulling her to stand right next to the High Lord. As she did, her scent reached Y/n. And it was mixed with his. And her heart broke once more.

The high lord had left her for Feyre?

"Auntie Y/n, this is our teacher."

The females offered each other tentative smiles. "I didn't realise our cursebreaker would be teaching kids to paint."

"But here we are." Feyre said, confusion still lacing her features. But then her eyes fell on the boy behind Y/n, her brows furrowing. Her features smoothed out with understanding as her eyes met Y/n's again. "I believe he is here to join us?"

"Yes. A neighbor told us about this. He's been impatient to finally to make friends. Isn't that right baby?"

"Yes mama!"

She smiled, despite her heart and mind screaming at her to take Fin away in case his father tried to take him away from her.

She told herself she wouldnt stop him from being here though, especially as she knew how excited her son had been for this. And she won't keep him away from making friends, as she had been when she was his age.

She would maybe start looking for somewhere else to settle. But for today, she would let him enjoy.

She crouched to his height, kissing his chubby cheeks and forehead, to which he giggled. "You remember what mama has told you about talking with strangers?"

"Yes. Okay bye mama. I wanna go with Sam."

"Bye darling." She whispered, knowing he couldn't have possibly heard it as he sprinted away. She stared after him for a moment, he motherly instincts telling her to go get her child. She stood, prepared to leave, but then turned to the High Lord who still stared at her helplessly.

"Stay away from him." A pause. "My lord."

"Y/n..." His voice broke. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Don't kick me out of his life. He deserves to have a father. He deserves to know–"

"He doesn't need a father. He's been well and happy without one. And even if he does need one, I'll get him one. But not one that would probably run away at the first chance."

Then she turned and left, hoping Rhysand wouldn't try to do something to her child.

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Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess

Part 2

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[thought--bubble]

In Need of an Heir Pt. 9

Aemond X Baratheon Reader

Warnings after the cut

Word Count: 1578

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Banners & Dividers by @arcielee

A/N: closing in on the end here, my friends. Thank you to all who have been reading. I completely and utterly adore you. Most likely 2 more parts. I'm still trying to decide if I want to do an epilogue as well.

Warnings:: mentions of previous attempted assault.

The night creeps by slowly after your encounter with your husband. Unable to fall back to sleep, you sit in your bed, the small dagger your brother left you sitting delicately in your lap.

You'd like to think if he came back in here now, you would gut him. Cut him to pieces for what he did. Yet, at the same time, your heart ached for him.

Surrounded by death and destruction for so long, the gravity of that must have pushed him over the edge surely? As much as you didn't like him, he had offered a list for your comfort. He had never raised a hand to you.

This was completely out of character. Unhinged. He was not to be trusted. No one here was.

The morning sun crept through the window, and you felt the dread pool in the base of your stomach.

This was the day. You would be crowned queen. Just as your father had salivated over. This should be a moment of pride. You should be thrilled to bring this type of honor to house Baratheon, yet instead, you feel sick. The gears turn in your head. It's impossible to escape the reality of your situation.

Aemond is the last male Targaryen, and now he is king. If he were to fall without an heir, the entire realm could plunge into chaos, and it would be your fault.

That would be your legacy. The barren queen. Your stomach does somersaults at the thought.

The morning is a whirlwind, maids all around you, pulling and tugging at your hair, getting you into your finest red and black dress.

The coronation would need to happen immediately, and you would once again have to come face to face with your husband.

The thought of looking him in the eye, standing close to him, potentially holding his hand after what he had done. What he tried to do, it made your body rigid. Your mind hypervigilant, but most of all, it made you mad.

You were led to the courtyard and loaded into a carriage where you rode to the dragonpit with only a maid. Your husband had yet to show you his face, alicent, either. Not even young Jaheara.

You had seen no one but your sworn protector who introduced himself to you as Sir Nox. Assigned to you specifically by your husband. It was Sir Nox who told you where you needed to be and when, and that the dowager queen and your husband would be down in the dragon pit waiting for you.

So you had done what was expected of you, and now find yourself in a carriage wobbling along to your coronation. Your husband's coronation. To be named King and Queen of the 7 kingdoms.

When you enter the dragonpit, you can see the banners have been raised, and the entirety of the knights from the keep were lined up off to the side of the raised platform.

You walk towards the platform, each click of your shoes against the stone reverberating around you. The pressure on your shoulders is overwhelming. You feel as if you are walking toward your execution instead of your coronation.

Alicent smiles at you gently as you join her on the platform silently. You clasp your hands in front of you and outwardly display a cool stoic presence, although inside you are screaming.

The chatter of common folk fills the space as they are ushered in. You can't help but look at their faces. Some excited, some annoyed, some fearful. The last time they were led in here, it was like lambs to the slaughter.

The cruelty of Rhaenys allowing her dragon to crush commoners underfoot to simply make a statement still haunted these stone walls. You had heard about it all the way back at storms' end and had felt outrage.

Each one of these people leaves their mark on the world. Even if it is small, they leave something behind, in their actions, in their loved ones.

That pressure is what you feel now as you look out upon all of these faces. They say it is the job of the king to protect and provide for his people, but in all reality that responsibility rests squarely on your shoulders, for without an Heir, these people, will once again be at the mercy of dueling dragons.

Jaheara would be contested as Heir, potentially by Rhaena's children or some dragon seed male floating about. You had no delusions that she would be able to ascend peacefully.

History would undoubtedly repeat itself, and again, how many common folks would be crushed? How many riverlanders burnt to ash? How many great houses wiped out? How many children beheaded or torn to pieces?

All that death, all that destruction. That would be what you leave behind. Bodies. Fields and fields of bodies.

You're pulled from your thoughts as the ceremony starts. Cole announcing to the space the death of King Aegon second of his name, and the ascension of King Aemond first of his name.

As soon as the words leave his lips, you see a head of silver hair moving between the two rows of knights lowering their swords as he passes.

You watch with jangled nerves, being cautious not to allow your true feelings to show in your outward expression. As the last swords fall, you brace yourself for the reunion you knew you didn't want.

As he ascends the stage, he makes eye contact with Cole, Alicent, Jaheara, but not you, his eye lowering to your feet as it passes you.

Coward. Is the only thought in your mind.

Aemond lowers himself to his knees before the high septon and is crowned before the masses to cheers.

Were they actually happy? You could only surmise they were relieved that there was no question on succession this time, and their world wouldn't once again be torn and burnt for the ego of Targaryen men.

You watch Aemond stand proud yet subdued. The perfect picture of regality.

Alicent brings a second crown to Aemond, placing it gently in his hands before turning to you and guiding you towards your husband.

Now he has no choice. He has to look at you. His eye meets yours, and he shudders. Guilt laces his face for just a moment before being replaced with pride.

You curtsy as is customary. "My queen, he says gently as he places the smaller lighter crown upon your head. You raise your head and turn toward the people as they cheer.

The feeling is surreal, and you feel lost in the sounds until you feel Aemonds slightly clammy hand slide into yours and squeeze tight.

You turn your head to look up at him in shock, the tenderness of the gesture confusing. Yet you stay silent and wait until the ceremony is complete before quickly tearing your hand from his and attempting to make a hasty exit toward the carriages.

You're immediately stopped by guards as Alicent rushes over to you.

"You leave last. Heavily guarded. You're the queen." She says hastily patting down your dress. "You'll head back in a carriage with your husband," the emphasis she uses on the word making you cringe.

Alone. In a carriage with Aemond. Quite, possibly the last place in the entire realm that you would want to be.

You purse your lips and nod as Alicent places her hand on your lower back and leads you toward a knight of whom she whispers to and then walks away.

You stand quietly beside him, your palms starting to sweat as you rub them hastily on the side of your dress.

"This way, your grace," the knight begins to lead you, and you follow. Each footstep heavier than the last, until you reach the carriage where Aemond stands outside the small door.

His crown resting beautifully upon his silver tresses, he takes your hand and helps you in and follows behind you before quickly closing the door behind him.

Your plan is to remain silent the entire trip back to the keep. Aemond's plan is very different.

"I owe you an apology," He blurts out. You hold your breath and look out the small window.

He sighs and takes one of your hands in his. "Please look at me." His voice is soft, his touch even softer.

You finally turn your head and look at him. Doing your best to maintain your cool emotionless facade.

He moves onto your side of the carriage and wraps an arm around you, bringing his face down onto your shoulder and placing a gentle kiss there.

"A man, king or not, is meant to protect his wife. Not be the cause of her suffering."

"I was so worried about not fulfilling one duty I forgot about another." He brings his hand to your cheek softly, softly stroking your heated face.

"I will not forget again. You are my queen and will be treated as your station requires." He leans in and places a gentle kiss on your forehead before leaning down and resting his head on your shoulder.

Your heart thumps rapidly in your chest at the gentleness. Your brain screams at you to push him away, but your body aches to be closer.

You take his hand in yours, lacing your fingers and resting them upon your knee.

"And I will treat you as a queen should treat her husband and king"

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Finger Painting

Hyunjin x Female reader

Word count: 5.3K drabble shmabble🤪

Synopsis: Hyunjin asks you to help him with an art project. He needs a super special canvas... you.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Okay so I'm a closet whore for Hyunjin (was it really closted?) This is the last part! 👀 It's filthy I hope you love it! If you do please reblog, comment, like scream in my ask box whatever. Love hearing from you all! 8/9

Warnings: 18+ONLY MDNI! It would be easier telling you what it doesn't have but I'll try 🤣 Cursing/strong language, body painting? dom Hyunjin/sub MC, lots of dirty talk, praise/pet names (beautiful, gorgeous, goddess good/bad girl etc you get the idea Hyunjin says whore but isn’t calling MC one if that makes sense lol), rough sex, hair pulling, breath play/choking/gagging, finger fucking/masterbation, oral (m&f receiving), face sitting/riding/fucking, sex toys (vibrator), deep throating, cum shot, cum eating, ass play/eating (m2f), spit play (a little), punishing/spanking/clit slapping, safewords/taps (explained but not used), overstimulation/forced orgasms/multiple orgasms, squirting, Hyunjin takes pictures while fucking MC, unprotected piv sex (use protection please), cream pie, cum play (quite a bit). For fucks sake I think that's everything 🤷🏻 If I missed something please let me know and we can both be shocked together lol. No really if I missed anything please do let me know so I can add it asap!

After you paid for the pants and Jeongin got dressed you both made a hasty exit from the store before anyone suspected anything. Once you were all clear you both burst out into laughter as the adrenaline from what you’d just done disiappated. Jeongin moved stray hair out of your face and kissed you softly. You leaned into it smiling. 

“That was so much fun noona.” You smiled nodding in agreement still catching your breath a bit. 

“It was! I’m so hungry now!” Jeongin giggled. 

“Me too!” You grabbed his hand pulling him towards the food court.  

“Come on Innie lets refuel.” You pulled him close to whisper in his ear so only he could hear you. 

“Then we’ll get out of here, go back to mine and I can put that teddy on for you again.” You licked the shell of his ear and he felt his cock twitch in his pants. He looked at you with wide hopeful eyes. 

“REALLY?!” You nodded laughing. 

“On one condition...” 

“Anything!” He said eagerly. You smiled sweetly and leaned into his ear again.  

“Want you to bend me over and make me scream your name then unload all over my ass....” He choked as you pulled back and gave him big innocent doe eyes. 

“Can you do that for me Innie?” He nodded speechless his face tinted pink again. 

“I... I think so noona.” You pecked his lips. 

“Good boy.”  

One week after your shopping excursion with Jeongin and one week before your next game night Hyunjin texted you. 

Jinnie- HELP! I need a canvas! 

You- tf? what do you think I am an art supply store? 

Jinnie- Seriously! 

You- Seriously Hyunjinnie what do you expect me to do?! 

Jinnie- The subject is body painting. 

You- 😳 Oh! Uh... one of the guys can’t or something? 

Jinnie- This week is our female models next week is male, Felix already said he’d do it. 

You hesitated. You didn’t think you could strip to your undies in front of strangers and let Hyunjin paint your body. 

You- I don’t know Hyunjin body painting in your class... 

Jinnie- NO! It would be in my studio, I paint you and take pictures it’s a whole mixed media kind of thing. It would only be me and you. Please there’s no one else I can ask 🥺

You- Damn you and that emoji. Okay when do I need to be at your studio? 

Jinnie- Uhh... 30 minutes? 

You: JINNIE! Wth! 

Jinnie: I’m sorry I was busy and meant to ask sooner! You can do it still can’t you?! 🥺🥺

You: goddamnit. I’ll see you in 30 minutes. 

Jinnie: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU GODDESS QUEEN I LOVE YOU!

✨️❤️ 😍🥰😘❤️✨️

Goddess? You could get used to hearing Hyunjin call you that you thought. Wait. Fuck.

Thirty minutes later you were knocking on the door to Hyunjin’s studio. He answered and smiled that big dumpling smile of his, his eyes scrunching up. 

“Oh thank you y/n you really are saving my ass.” You nodded. Refrain from thinking about his ass you thought to yourself. 

“It’s really no problem Hyunjinnie you just gave me an excuse to skip spring cleaning today so you’re kind of doing me a favor.” You laughed and walked further into the studio looking around at all the canvases some complete, some works in progress, all of it beautiful chaos, typical from these men really.  

“So where do you want me?” Hyunjin smirked at you and you rolled your eyes. 

“Jeeze pervert I still have my clothes on.” He laughed and pointed over at a drop cloth off to one corner. You walked over and turned facing him. 

“I wore just my regular cotton bra and panties they aren’t expensive so I don’t care if you get paint on them...” Hyunjin walked over and helped you with your zip up hoodie as you slid it off. 

“Oh... uh... well I won’t have to get paint on them.” 

“Oh really ok-” You started to take your shirt off over your head as Hyunjin folded your jacket and set it aside. 

“You’ll have to be completely naked for this, sorry if I wasn’t clear about that.” You turned and looked at him, blush already creeping up your chest and neck. 

“N-naked?” Hyunjin hummed nodding. 

“Mhm... is that okay?” He took your shirt from your hands folding it and setting it with your jacket. You shook your head up and down. 

“Yea?” Hyunjin asked again. You answered. 

“Yea Jinnie that’s okay.” You answered shyly. You could feel yourself flushing with arousal and you tried to get a grip. He’s an artist, a painter, a professional, so he needs to paint your nude body, whatever, no biggie. Hyunjin’s beautiful eyes looked into you as you stood there. You took in all his beautiful features. His full pouty lips, the beauty marks under his eye and on his cheek, his expressive eyes. Hyunjin licked his lips and you snapped out of your daze realizing you were staring. He cleared his throat and looked down. 

“Pants.” You nodded 

“Right pants.” You unbuttoned your jeans pulled them down and stepped out of them. Hyunjin bent down and picked them up his eyes closely scanning your body as he stood back up. You could feel the tension mounting between you but Hyunjin just carried on folding your pants and adding them to the pile. You stood there in your panties and bra your body burning. Hyunjin smiled sweetly at you. 

“Do you need help?” You studdered like a fool. 

“Uh... um... h-help?” He nodded, same sweet smile still fixed on his face so innocent. 

“Yes, go ahead turn and I’ll unhook it for you...” He spun his finger around and you turned as if controlled by that one long finger. He walked up behind you and pushed your hair over your shoulder. He leaned in smelling your sweet perfume. You could feel his breath fanning across your skin he was so close. His fingers deftly worked at the hooks of your bra unhooking them. He slid the straps down your arms his finger tips causing goosebumps to errupt all over your body. The piece of fabric fell to the floor and Hyunjin bent over again to grab it. You turned and Hyunjin was eye level with your sex. He stood straight in front of you again his eyes baring down on you, like it took everything in him not to take you right then and there. You had to look away his gaze was so intense as he chewed his plump bottom lip. 

“Should I help you with the panties too?” He asked with an eyebrow raised, he tongued the inside of his cheek. You shook your head getting your thoughts in order, it was like he was hypnotizing you with his beauty, with his sentuality.  

“N-no... uh no... I think I can get them.” He shrugged and turned to add your bra to the ever growing pile of clothes. 

“Suit yourself then.” You pulled on the waist band of your panties and pulled them down letting them pool by your feet. When Hyunjin turned around you stood there completely naked... for him. Knees turned in hands coving yourself a little. That smile graced his pretty face again. 

“A goddess. Do you know how gorgeous you are?” You could feel your face heating up. You shook your head. Hyunjin tilted his head confused. 

“It’s why I picked you baby.”  

“I thought there was no one else you could ask...” He picked up your panties off the floor and laid them with everything else. 

“No one else worth asking...” He added. He walked over to his paints and started mixing a few colors together. 

“I’m going to paint a gradiant, do you know what that is gorgeous?” You nodded. 

“Smart and beautiful, check.” You couldn’t help but smile and look away. 

“Are you still shy baby? I could undress to if it would make you feel better.” You giggled and shook your head. 

“No, it’s okay Jinnie.” He nodded and contiued explaing his concept. 

“So I’ll paint a gradient of these colors from the tip of your toes all the way up to your neck.”  

“Not my face too?” He shook his head and... his eyes... god. 

“I could never cover that face, even if I get marked off for it, I could never cover a work of art with finger paint.” You couldn’t keep eye contact, you glanced down at the floor smiling like a fool. 

“Oh..” Was all you managed. Hyunjin dipped his hands in the first color and walked up to you. When he stood right in front of you he knelt down and looked up. You looked into his eyes, why, why did you look into his eyes. You were locked again. 

“It’s eaiser if I use my hands, is that okay?” Hyunjin softly smoothed paint over your feet and up your ankles. You could feel yourself flush and you hoped you didn’t start dripping down your leg while Hyunjin painted you. You nodded. 

“Mhm.” He nodded back and started rubbing the color up your calves, his hands only left your body to dip into the next color. He ran his big hands up the back of your thighs spreading and mixing the two colors. He stood up in front of you his eyes baring down on you. His hands slid up just below your ass cheeks and slid towards your wet cunt, then stopped and pulled back. You let out a little disappointed breath and Hyunjin had to hide his smile. He rubbed the paint all over your ass cheeks, then down the front of your thighs and dipped his hands in the third color before walked behind you. 

“Sorry I kinda have to...” Instead of finishing his sentence he reached around and cupped your entire pussy with is big hand and started softly rubbing, spreading the paint. You leaned your shoulders back into him a bit as he massaged your cunt then his hand moved up and spread the paint up your waist. That time you did nothing to hide your disappoint groan. Hyunjin smirked and dipped his hands into the fourth color smoothing it over your back and and tummy. He dipped his hands in yet another color and palmed both of your tits playing with them spreading the paint, then he pinched your nipples hard. 

“Ow.” He pushed that pillowy bottom lip out at you. 

“Sorry baby they need to be hard for the photos.” You scoffed. 

“You’re still painting...” He nodded. 

“You’re right!” He dipped his hand into the last color and quickly covered the rest of your chest, shoulders, and neck. The paint felt cool on your body. Once you were covered Hyunjin washed his hands and grabbed his camera. He started to explain how he wanted you to pose and got you into position the angle he chose to take the pictures at was, invasive to say the least. He got you on your knees for another pose sitting up straight he laid down under you with his camera and took several shots of your painted cunt, his camera was so close you clenched and Hyunjin licked his lips as he clicked and moved out from under you. You fell over on all fours and let out a indignant sigh. Hyunjin put his camera down and walked over. 

“Why are you pouting beautiful?” You looked at him and your face softened. You shook your head. 

“Oh yes you are, you’ve been pouting the whole time. You think I didn’t notice?” You shook your head again biting your lip. 

“Oh I did pretty, I noticed that little lip...” He ran his thumb across it and you took it between your teeth again. 

“You liked it when I rubbed your cunt didn’t you.” Your eyes got wider with excitement and you nodded. 

“I did Jinnie... want you to rub it more... want you to make me cum... “ You tried not to whine but he’d teased you for so long. He cooed at you. 

“Oh baby be careful what you ask for...” Suddenly the air changed and he grabbed you by the throat. 

“You just might get it.” His eyes trailed down your body to your painted pussy. You let out a strangled moan. 

“You like your new necklace beautiful? Hm? You like it when I choke this pretty neck?” You nodded, unable to verbally answer but the slick gushing from you made that abundantly clear.  

“Get on your knees again... like before.” He roughtly let you go and you did as you were told. Hyunjin laid down and slid his head between your legs again. 

“Go on sit on it.” You hesitated, you were covered in paint you voiced your concern. 

“Jinnie the pai-” 

“Did I mention that this is edible?” Hyunjin spanked your ass hard and pushed you down. 

“I said sit.” His mouth made contact with your throbbing clit and immedietly started sucking on you, his hands gripping your hips urging you to grind against his face. When you did he hummed out pleased with your performance, he loved being smothered by your cunt. He spanked your ass again and you clenched and continued to roll your hips over his face while his thick lips worked miricals with your pussy. Hyunjin sat up quickly and suddenly you were on your back with your legs over his shoulders spread open for him, both of you covered in paint now. He looked at his meal in front of him and hummed. 

“Hmm missed a spot.” Hyunjin’s tongue started circling your asshole before he buried his face in your ass and started eating you properly. 

“Ji-Hy-oh fuck Jinnie please yes!” He pulled back and let spit trail from his lips down your ass before licking it back up and eating your cunt completely ravenous. Your thighs squeezed around his head.  

“Hold my head baby fuck my face hard.” You did as your were told and grabbed handfuls of Hyunjin’s hair pusing his face into your cunt as your hips grinded arcoss his tongue and lips. Hyunjin let you ride his face as he hummed and sucked on every bit of you, until you came hard screaming his name. 

“HYUN-HY-HYUNJIN FUCK YES EAT IT FUCKING EAT IT! GOD FUCK YES JINNIE!” He gently nosed at your clit and licked your glistening hole savoring your cum on his tongue. 

“So sweet, like nectar, my goddess tastes like a delicasy of course.” You twitched from the soft kitten licks he was still giving you. He let your legs down and hovered over your body covered in a mess of paint now. His hand found your throat again, gently this time, he was completely different than he’d been just a moment before. Soft again, like his lips, that he pressed to yours. 

“Why don’t you get a shower and meet me back out here yeah?” You nodded and he kissed you again before you ran off to his bathroom to wash the rest of the body paint off, edible or not, you were a mess. You turned on the shower and stepped under the warm stream of water. You grabbed Hyunjin’s loofa and put some of his body wash on it, sudsing it up before rubbing it across your body that was still buzzing from the orgasm Hyunjin had given you. You rubbed the loofa down your body and over your sensitive cunt. You softly moaned and dropped the loofa, you started to rub your soapy pussy. Another soft moan fell from your lips as your finger tips ran over your clit. There was a firm knock at the door and you heard Hyunjin call through. 

“You had better not be playing with my pussy. I’d hate to have to punish you for touching what’s mine.” Your pussy absolutely gushed hearing his possesiveness over your cunt. Your fingers deftly moved across your clit faster and you bit your lip choking back another moan, you were so sensitive it was going to be easy to push yourself over the edge again quickly, he’ll never know, you thought. 

“Beautiful? Are you listening to me?” You came on your fingers and answered in a shakey voice. 

“Y-y-yes I hear you J-Jinnie.” You rubbed your clit hard shuddering through the rest of your orgasm. 

“Mhm.” He answered back. You quickly finished washing up and got out. You wrapped a towel around yourself and remembered that your clothes were all out in the studio. You walked out water dripping in your towel and found Hyunjin sitting on his bed off to the side. You started to walk towards your pile of clothes. 

“I forgot to grab these.” Hyunjin tsked you. His voice was demanding. 

“You won’t be needing them.” You stopped. 

“You think I don’t know? Hmm? You think I couldn’t hear your juices as you fingered yourself in the shower?” You went to defend yourself but the look on Hyunjin’s face shut you up. 

“I guess even a goddess needs punished some times, I told you to be careful what you asked for didn’t I beautiful? Hm? I told you not to touch what’s mine yeah? And you played with that little cunt anyway didn’t you.” You nodded admitting your deed. Hyunjin walked over to you. 

“Thank you for being honest. I’ll keep it in mind while I’m punishing you.” He ripped your towel off and took in your soft, clean, naked body. 

“Go bend over my bed, now.” You cautiously walked over to his bed. 

“I said bend over beautiful don’t make me repeat myself.” He walked over to a dresser and opened the top drawer as you bent over his bed. He walked back over by you and pushed your down further then ran his hand up your back and softly rubbed your ass cheek. 

“A few rules real quick baby so we’re all having fun yeah? If you don’t like something or it’s too much you say the word red and everything stops yea?” You nodded in understanding and he bent over you pushing his clothed hard on against your bare ass, thrusting into you pushing you down more. He leaned in closer whispering the next part in your ear. 

“And if you’ve got your new necklace on or my cock down your throat and can’t talk three taps and it’s over understand?” He tapped your ass three times and you nodded. He spanked you hard suddenly and a delicious sting shot through your body 

“Say it!” He shouted at you. 

“I understand Jinnie.” He tsked you again. 

“Oh beautiful, your Jinnie isn’t here right now...” You looked back at him. 

“W-what should I call you?” He smirked and walked back over to the open drawer. 

“You should not speak unless told to gorgeous, you’re being punished. Eyes forward.” You immedietly did as you were told and it made Hyunjin’s cock throb seeing you so obedient for him. 

He grabbed a few things from the drawer and made his way around to the other side of the bed, in front of you. He started laying his ‘tools’ down in front of you to see. A paddle and a wand vibrator. 

“You’re going to get both of these and when I’m done you’re not going to remember which was supposed to be the punishment.” You could feel your pussy getting wetter just thinking about it and you clenched. Hyunjin just so happened to make it around the bed to see your hole tighten. 

“Oh you think you’re gonna like this huh? It is a punishment baby and touching what’s mine is a big no no.” The paddle slapped across your ass and you clenched again and Hyunjin tsked you. He spanked you again with the paddle a little harder but not enough to really hurt you by a long shot, just enough for your body to buzz and your cunt to clench again. 

“You’ve been such a bad girl you know that?” You nodded and he spanked you again. 

“Say it!” He yelled and you moaned out as he slapped your ass with the paddle again. 

“I-I’ve been a bad girl!” He hummed his approval and leaned over you again his plump lips pressed to your ear. 

“Such a bad bad girl...fucking Jeongin in a dressing room? Tsk.” He sat up and spanked you harder and you gasped. 

“How did yo-” Another slap of the paddle. 

“Did I ask you to speak?” You shook your head no and another sizzling slap connected with your ass. 

“To answer your question, you weren’t the only two at the mall that day and the way you both ran out of that department store completely fucked out made it pretty obvious.” He tossed the paddle, stood back, and started taking off his clothes. 

“Did you let him fuck you raw gorgeous?” You thought of lying for a second but your burning ass said to tell the truth, you nodded. 

“Let him cum inside? Hmm?” You nodded again. 

“Such a bad girl.” You thought he was going to spank you again but he started softly rubbing your sore, red ass cheeks. 

“So bad... fucking in public... letting Innie fuck your hole and cum inside?” He tsked as he grabbed the wand. 

“Bad girl. Lay on your back and spread your legs, show me that pussy.” You did as you were told quickly your ass still a little numb from the spanking your arousal coating the insides of your thighs.  

“Listening so well pretty girl.” Hyunjin ran his fingers up your thighs tracing through your slick, rubbing his fingers together and smiling. He parted your pussy lips and started pushing two of his long slender fingers inside you. You let out a little gasp. He started pumping them in and out slowly. Working you towards your orgasm with every brush of his fingers against your g spot. 

“Are you going to cum? Tell me.” You nodded. 

“Y-yes, gonna gonna c-cum.” You managed to get out between breaths. 

“Go on then... cum.” Your back arched as waves of pleasure crashed against you. You were breathing heavy as the buzzing in your cunt starting to die down. That’s when Hyunjin grabbed the wand vibrator, clicked it on and pressed it against your clit throbbing clit. 

“FUCK!” It was instant pleasure and pain, it was delicious, you had to scream out without permission, punishment be damned. 

“Well go on cum...” Your back arched again and you saw a whole galaxy exploding behind your eyelids. 

“Hy-Hy-Hyun...” You panted out. He pulled the vibrator away and checked in with you. 

“Red?” He asked and you shook your head no as you started to come down again. 

“Good girl.” The vibator was pushed hard against your clit again. 

“Another!” You shook your head, you couldn’t. Hyunjin pulled the wand away, slapped your pussy and pushed the vibrator against you again. 

“I said another! Now fucking CUM!” Your whole body contorted as you came again screaming Hyunjin’s name. 

“HYUNJIN FUCK HYUNJIN!” He smiled pleased with how absolutlely wrecked you already were, being no where near done with you. He pulled the wand away and let your body start to relax again. He softly slapped your clit a couple of times and pushed the vibrator directly on it yet again. 

“We’re doing this till you squirt baby so you might as well settle in.” Hyunjin made you cum three more times before you started squriting. He tossed the wand and slapped your pussy harder, your juices squirting out of you with each slap. He pushed four of his fingers against your clit and rubbed hard as your cum leaked out of you like a river. 

“Good girl, fuck! Such a good girl squirting for me like that, my fucking goddess I’ll happily drink you.” Hyunjin slowly massaged your whole pussy before he buried his head between your legs licking and slurping at your pussy, cleaning your juices off. When he stopped cleaning you he gave your cunt two more little slaps that made you jump from the jolt of sensitivity. Hyunjin crawled over you and kissed you as you laid limp and utterly fucked out. 

“I’m not done with you yet gorgeous, look at me.” You opened your eyes somehow. 

“I haven’t fucked this pretty little pussy yet have I?” You shook your head no. 

“Are you wearing my cum anywhere?” You shook your head no again. 

“That’s right baby so wake up cause you’ve got a cock to ride.” He kissed down your neck and chest then crawled off you and sat with his back against his head board. You climbed on to his lap and he reached over grabbing his camera. 

“Okay if I take a few pictures of you bouncing on my cock? I won’t get your face.” You line up his cock with your tender juicy hole. 

“Then how will you know it’s me when you jerk off to them?” Hyunjin bit his lip not expecting that response. 

“Fuck beautiful you’re right, silly me. I can’t believe I even suggested leaving out the prettiest thing.” He wrapped his fingers around your neck and pulled you down by your throat face to face. 

“That cute fucked out face you make when you cream for me.” He let go of your neck smacked your ass which was still numb. 

“Go on ride it.” Hyunjin sat back a little and angled the camera to get the best shots. You slid down on his cock and he couldn’t help but moan. 

“God baby, your hole is so fucking tight!” You lifted your hips and sat back down on his cock again and he clicked a couple of pictures. 

“I have an actual goddess bouncing on my dick right now of course I need pictures.” Click click. He took more photos. Your cunt taking his cock, your tits bouncing, your mouth dropped in to a soft moan. Click click click. 

“Grab your tits beautiful play with them.” Click click again. You grinded your hips against his as you squeezed and pulled on your nipples.  

“Mhmm, now your pussy, play with your pretty little pussy for me.” Click click click click. 

“Are you gonna cream on my cock beautiful.” You rubbed your clit and squeezed your tit hard nodding. 

“Y-yes gonna cum.” He shoved his fingers in your mouth as your cunt sucked his cock in again and again. Click click click click. He took his fingers and and traced a wet trail down your to your throat. He grabbed and squeezed tight and you clenched hard. Your face started turning red. Click click click click click click. Your soft wet walls squeeze his cock as you came. Hyunjin tossed the camera for a minute and held you down on his dick with one hand still choking you with the other. He held you down firm on his cock as he twitched and blew his load inside you deep. He finished filling your cunt and laid you back.  

Your hair was spread out on the bed, your arms out to your sides, your legs spread and Hyunjin’s cum leaking from your swollen cunt. Click click click. Hyunjin set the camera down again and started stroked his cock. You were sweaty, couldn’t possibly be more fucked out... you thought. Seeing you like that had Hyunjin’s cock rock hard again in no time. He pulled your limp body so that your head was dangling over the bed, the rest of you body stretched out in front of him. He grabbed your hair tightly and lifting your head and getting close to your face. 

“Can you hear me goddess?” You choked out a yes. 

“You’re gonna lay here and I’m gonna fuck your throat baby, you hear me? 

“Mhm.” You tried to nod. He smoothed your hair away from your face. 

“Good girl.” He stuck his fingers deep in your mouth making you open wide for his cock that he slid into your warm mouth, bottoming out in the back of your throat, making you choke and gag. He pulled out and his cock was covered in your spit, he rubbed it against your face. 

“You like it beautiful.” You went to answer and he pushed it to the back of your throat again, and again your throat constricted around his tip as you gagged, this time not pulling out but gently thrusting deeper, your drool dripping down your cheeks. Hyunjin grabbed his camera and took a couple more pictures of you upsidedown choking on his cock then tossed it aside again. He leaned over and started fucking your mouth harder. He pulled out and you gasped for air, taking deep breaths in while you could. Hyunjin’s hand speared your spit across your face. 

“So fuckin pretty.” He shoved his cock in again. He looked at your cunt and saw you dripping your arousal and his cum still squeezing out of you. 

“Does getting your throat fucked like a whore make my goddess gush?” You hummed loudly around his cock trying to nod. He pulled out again letting you get more air. 

“GOD YES FUCK MY MO-” Hyunjin pushed his cock to the back of your throat, grabbed the vibrating wand and pressed it against your throbbing pussy. Thrusting deep into your mouth, holding the wand down hard on your clit. You started squirting again and Hyunjin went fucking feral. He thrusted hard into your throat once, twice, three times and pulled out. 

“FUCKING YES GOD YES BEAUTIFUL FUCKING GODDESS SPRAY ME!” He flipped you around so that your cum showered him and shoved his whole cock into your cunt at once, your juices still squriting and squeezing out of you. Both of his hands wrapped around your throat and he choked you as he rammed his cock hard into your juicy cunt still spraying your cum on him with every unforgiving thrust. 

“FUCK FUCK FUCK! TAKE IT TAKE IT HARD FUCK YES!” He kept his grip on your throat with one hand and shoved four fingers in your mouth with the other slamming into you, the sound of wet skin and juices squelching every time his hips slapped against yours. He took his wet spit covered fingers from your mouth and rubbed them across your buzzing clit. You were in heaven a beautiful man choking you, fucking you, playing with your aching cunt. You came again, squirting for the third time. 

“YES FUCK YES SOAK ME BABY YES!” Hyunjin screamed for you. He slapped your pussy with one hand while you sprayed him, holding his cock with the other as your quivering cunt tried to squeeze him out. He shoved it hard and deep inside you. You were shaking and convulsing, a moaning mess of your own cum. Hyujin pulled out your jucies trailing out after. He climbed up your limp twitching body, straddling your neck, tugging his cock and aiming for your face. You somehow managed to open your eyes and look up. When you saw him sitting on your face, jerking his angry red cock aimed at you, you just opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue waiting for a taste. He moaned and started coming on your face streaks across your tongue and lips, a he leaned closer making sure coat your whole face. 

“Fuck yes!” He groaned twitching above you as the last of his load dripped into your mouth. He stuck the tip in. 

“Suck it...” You did and he winced. 

“Gently...” You softly sucked any remaining cum from Hyunjin’s cock. He pulled out of your mouth and rubbed the tip against your cum covered face, then took his hand and rubbed his cum all over your face. 

“Only thing this face gets painted with is my cum.” He shoved his cum coated fingers in your mouth gagging you a little. You sucked his fingers as he pulled them out. 

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Seeing as you opened and I love your writing, how about a yandere bully? His beloved is not his target but rather harasses those who get close to her.....Am I even making sense?I let you do it however you want anyway.

Yandere! Male! Bully x Fem! Nerd! Reader

Time to bring back the old bully x nerd archetype. But this time, it's not as painful to write since the bullying is not targeted to the reader.

I am a victim of bully = being liked mindset. I hated that part of my life lol

One song is stuck in my head when I was writing this though. dumb dumb by mazie. So I guess I made darling a bit arrogant too lol.

I think I need to do a TW for this one. I know I usually don't do TW's since it's understandable that my blog is filled with yandere men, but this time, I need to do one.

TW: Bullying, harassment of PWDs, mentions of suicide. Uno is genuinely an upsetting character for some people, so do be warned.

Yan! Bully name: Uno

He's always the greatest.

Who?

Of course, Uno.

Just like his name, he was destined to be number 1. Nobody can stop the indominable spirit that is Uno.

It's always Uno, Uno, Uno.

GOD YOU WERE TIRED OF HEARING HIS NAME!

Why do people like an asshat like him? He's so arrogant, rude, and only thinks of himself. He belittles people who are of "lower status" than him, and sometimes, when he felt like it, he would physically fight them.

Uno's also someone with a silver spoon shoved in his mouth. His family, well known in the sports community, sponsors athletes. Investing in them greatly. And usually, these sponsored athletes end up successful. And those who did not end up successful, still brought enough rapport, moolah, and reputation that it ends up a good investment anyways.

And, with Uno being an aMaZiNg basketball player, his family invested in him too.

That also was a great investment as he's legitimately a prodigy when it comes to sports, not just basketball.

If only he wasn't a spoiled little shit who thinks the world must bend to his will.

Looking at him overtaking the social world in your University like a hurricane made you pissed off more than anything.

You hated bullies. And you thought that they would be gone once you stepped in senior high school but noooo he had to come and ruin the life you envisioned.

He would sport his stupid letterman jacket, those jeans that was tight fit to his toned legs, the tank top that forms on his abs a bit too well, and god that slicked back hair and snarky smirk. You want to wipe the sweat off-- YOU MEAN WIPE THAT SMIRK OFF.

You stomped your feet and pointed at the sky, screaming that you don't like him.

Yeah right.

Why were you so attracted to the man?

When all of your life you were bullied by people like him?

As a nerd, you devoted yourself to academics. You were born in a family filled with high achievers, and naturally, you were one too. You excelled in everything concerning subject matters of intellect, even indulged in a bit of geekiness with your habits.

Uno's not the only prodigy.

Medals upon medals, a trophy cabinet, and a mountain pile of certificates. You were an unstoppable force when it comes to intellectual contests. May it be quiz bees, or debates.

That resulted in you being bullied though. Of course, you were the nerdiest of nerds, Queen Nerd even (they're not that bright to come up with a better insult). They reveled in you getting pushed over, getting spoiled milk poured over you, getting used for their projects, and getting hopeful for an actual friendship. Just because you're smarter than them.

They're dumb, you're smart, they're strong, you're weak.

All of this pent up anger against bullies made you angry at Uno.

With days passing by in that godforsaken University, you had to hold back from biting back at Uno as he arrogantly tripped, threatened, manipulated, and hurt your fellow students.

You wonder when will be the time of your demise.

You shiver at the thought.

Speed walking towards your locker, you grabbed your things for your next class. Not knowing a certain pair of eyes were watching you from afar.

Watching your every move.

Always.

Uno, the greatest amongst the senior high, had always looked down upon people.

He's someone destined for greatness, why would he not squish the bugs under him? He's far superior than them.

He held his head up high. And with a standoffish smirk, he pushed away the people who are useless, and kept the people who wants to mooch off of him at an arms length.

But because of how much he tries to distant himself from people, he ended up with no genuine friends.

Always hiding behind fake smiles and forced brotherhood, he indulged in shallow relationships that's just filled with carnal desire and a connection easily severed by words.

He's bored.

So, why not ease the boredom by bullying?

It's not like the University can do jackshit about him. He's too far above to be disturbed, let alone suspended or expelled.

He's done awful things.

Flipping trays, ripping up artists' works, flushing down assignments, tripped up people in crutches, drove away people in wheelchairs, cut up or threw away earphones, broke phones and laptops...

Not just property damage, even mental damage.

He spreads rumors just because, he verbally assaults people who have "weird tastes" in fashion (it's literally just goth and emo), he blackmails teachers pets, and even pushes down suicidal people more.

He even made a student almost attempt. And he's fucking proud of that.

Just because he wants to ease the boredom in his heart.

He's too cruel for his own good.

If one asks if he's guilty, he just replies with:

"They fucking deserve it. They shouldn't live at all lol. Fucking losers."

And his parents? Blind and deaf to his bullying.

The school administration? Useless. Don't even try.

Everyone feared Uno.

But you do not.

You're openly hostile to the man, glaring and rolling your eyes at him whenever he harasses another student.

But he can also see how you shiver whenever he stares at you.

How peculiar.

You didn't cower, you didn't feign admiration...

You're genuinely and openly upset at him.

And he loved this fresh breath of air.

So, he didn't target you. At least somebody is not stupid enough to try and not get targeted.

Weird as it may, he started going around places that you normally would be.

The library, where he would cause havoc and topple down books, grab other students notebooks and throw them away, and play loud music, The park near your college building where he would steal food from the students, snip off plants, and break the chairs by slamming them, The rooftop where he would smoke and have regular fight offs...

You don't get to escape this man at all.

It was so amusing to him, seeing your panic and fear stricken face as he barges into your safe spaces and wreck havoc. He loved seeing you glare at him at the corner of his eyes as he harassed people, and how your face shifts to shock and nervousness whenever he caught your stares.

He loved it.

The weird one-way powerplay between you both was arousing this twisted man.

He was starting to crave you more and more.

He wants your eyes on him only as he committed atrocities, he wanted your disgust, fear, anger, and...

Was that affection he see?

"Holy shit..."

Do you, little miss prodigal nerd, have a crush on him?

He shakily breathe out, his hand gripping his face as it reddens. His eyes, hazy, intense, and crazy, revealed the deep emotions he had for you.

You're so cute.

His little nerd.

Emphasis on his. His and his only.

How hypocritical of you. You hated bullies but here you are, falling for him.

How fucking twisted is that?

And he reveled in that feeling.

The deep feeling of obsession with all of your emotions and feelings on him was more than the drugs he seldomly consume. He gets so high every time you loving him.

Love made him crazy.

Yeah, he loves you too.

And, with him making sure your "friends" are out of the way of his grand red carpet towards your heart and soul, Uno waited with bated breath at the right time to claim you.

That's it.

Your last friend, your supposed to be best friend, slapped you, dumped soup on your head and left you with words that stung deep in your soul.

"YOU'RE SO ARROGANT! JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE SMART, YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST WALK ALL OVER ME?!"

But you didn't. You swore you didn't.

But you only held your cheek as you watched them run away.

With a slump on the floor, you cried in the empty cafeteria.

You were so lonely.

You just wanted somebody to connect with you genuinely. No pity, no camaraderie due to being bullied, just genuine connection and friendship with another human that shares the same interests as you.

You didn't wish to be born.

You didn't wish to become this genius.

If it meant to lose the human connection you craved desperately, you don't want to be a genius at all.

You felt so cold, numb.

Your mind was only filled with what if's and what could have been if you didn't go to school here, or just...

You sighed.

You were struggling. So bad.

All of your friends left you, with the apparent reason of just tolerating you.

They never wanted to be your friend. You were like a collateral to them, a friend of a friend that squeezed into their friend group.

Who knew that all of them never really wanted to be your friend.

A pair of sneakers filled your vision when you cried your heart out to the ground.

Familiar basketball shoes.

Your head shot up and so does your heart as Uno smirked in front of you. A flash of mixed emotions run past by your eyes as you tried to back away.

"Nerd, how are ya?" He asked, a smirk that looks down on your situation situated on his face. "Saw your little friend run away from you."

You didn't say anything, just bit your lip as you looked away.

"Oh fuck. You're not friends anymore? Shit, you're so fucking lonely." The curses that slips past his lips were nothing short of mockery of your misery. "God, you must be so insufferable that even an unstoppable force like you get dumped."

"SHUT UP!" You finally screamed, eyes filled with pain and suffering seared into his brain. "YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING YOU FUCKING BULLY!"

But he only howled in laughter, as if it was the funniest shit he ever heard.

"I don't? Boohoo, I'll cry like you then. Wait, let me just..." He pinches himself before exaggeratedly crying into his hands. "OH BOOHOO! MY FRIENDS LEFT ME BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW~!"

You gritted your teeth, eyes ablaze with a newfound courage to confront Uno.

With shaky steps, you stood up and met him eye to eye, despite being shorter than him.

"And you're an unmovable object." You spat out. "Always doing whatever you want without any repercussions. Tell me, does it feel good to cause misery and pain to others?"

He scoffed, the annoying smirk widening. He grabbed an apple from your tray before biting into it.

"Yeah. So what?"

You want to punch him so bad.

"How did I even like you..."

Words slipped past your lips as your rage inhibited your cognitive and physical abilities to only say things in your mind.

Silence, before Uno doubled over laughing.

"Stop laughing!" You screamed, appalled by his behavior. Heartbreak imminent.

"It's just that... that was so straightforward, nerd!" Uno said between fits of laughter. "God, you're so fucking cute."

"Huh?"

Uno stopped, before clearing his throat and standing up straight.

"Hey, you know... I could take revenge on your behalf, little nerd." He whispered. His voice sending jolts of electricity down your spine. "I know you feel so betrayed right now. And I can just..."

Uno crushes the apple with his bare hand, making you shiver from fear and... Arousal at the display of raw power.

"Crush them. Just be mine." He offers, shaking off the apple chunks.

He made eye contact with you, before opening his mouth and licking the apple juice that dripped down his hand, seducing you.

"Both of us, prodigy in our own fields, are bound to be lonely. But we can be lonely together, ya know." He laughs a bit. "What we need is genuine human connection. No pretenses, no bullshit. Just us."

Your eyes shook at his words before it fell down to the apple chunks he dropped on your tray. With trembling hands, you grabbed one and ate it, not looking away from him also.

It was his time to shiver.

"Alright."

Bit into the forbidden fruit, the unstoppable force met with the immovable object. This meant doom for this godforsaken University.

What you didn't know that it was Uno's fault why your friends broke their friendship with you. Blackmailing them, making their lives living hell if they didn't pull back from you.

And as they shook with fear, tearfully crying for you and their future, they watched you become Uno's girlfriend.

Two humans, two prodigies, craving real and unfiltered connection.

It was the start of a relationship that will leave blood in their wake.

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[sarawritestories]

Love Story (All Too Well Chapter 1 Pt 2)

Cassian X OC, Eris X OC

Summary: Under the Mountain, Estella, have flash backs to her 50 years in captivity, and losing hope she will ever see her lover. That is until a human girl shows up and give her and her brother Rhysand something they lost decades ago...Hope and in a matter of mere months she is reunited with the love of her life. The General of the Night Court Armies.

Content Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ Torture, Dub con, Physical abuse, Under the mountain trials

A/N: Special Thanks to @milswrites and @eve175 for keeping me sane when I wrote this and honestly prevented me from scraping and starting over again!

Also Two post in one day from me! I am on a roll! And probably will be taking a small break 😅😅

All Too Well Master List ACOTAR Masterlist

The sound of Amarantha’s screams was like music to Eris Vanserra’s ears. He watched as Tamlin ripped her to shreds, glancing over to see Estella holding Feyre’s body close to her murmuring something to herself that his fae hearing couldn’t pick up on. The screams ceased and Tamlin walked back to where the young fae princess and the human cursebreaker.

Eris watched as Estella a tear-streaked face looked up at the High Lord of Spring her laced covered chest heaving, “I’m so sorry Tamlin.” She lowered her head in shame, as if this was her fault.

Tamlin lifted Estella’s face to meet his eyes, “This wasn’t your fault. Okay?”

Eris moved toward Amarantha’s mutilated body as he heard Estella let out a sob, “You asked me to protect her I failed.” Eris closed his eyes and rubbed at his chest hoping the ache would dissipate.

Eris looked over at Amarantha’s remains that were mostly ribbons of flesh and found what he was looking for as Tamlin hushed the Princess of Night. “You did no such thing, Stella, now please give her to me.”  Tamlin’s voice was tender as he knelt in front of the female holding his love’s corpse. “Come on, Flower.”  

Romeo Save Me Somewhere We Can Be Alone

Eris looked over at the dais to see Estella, half of her pinned to the back of her head, the rest of her hair had fallen past her breast in soft curls. Clad in a sheer orange gown, the fabric barely covering anything, especially how his high queen had her positioned on Tamlin’s lap. Her legs spread by his thighs, her back pressed against his chest. The Princess placed her hand over the Lord of Spring and Eris noticed his thumb moved over hers and began swiping periodically. As if he was trying to bring her comfort. The heir of Autumn knew those two were friends just never realized how close the pair was.

The red-haired male moved his gaze to the rest of the ballroom, fighting the urge to clench his fist, he caught his brother’s attention. His russet eyes met with a similar pair of Lucien, his metal eye zeroing in on him. The young Emissary of the spring court’s face was impassive though his eyes, held pure resentment. Lucien didn’t let his stare linger on his brother rather it moved to his two friends at the front of the room. Guilt threatened to take hold, but the eldest Vanserra brother forced it down in a box where he kept most of his emotions shutting the lid tight. Another person that he had let down.

“Estella, darling be a dear and entertain us.” Amarantha’s voice drew Eris his attention back to the princess of night. “Dance.”

Estella froze, “Your Majesty?”

Amarantha pinched her chin, “I said dance, has whoring you around my court made you dumb.” Eris gripped the side of his leg tightly as he glanced over to the High Lord of Night, his tanned face a mask of cool indifference, Eris gazed lowered to Rhysand’s hands to find his knuckles were white as a result of gripping the arms of his chair tightly.

“No, Your Majesty,” Estella responded. “Or perhaps you would prefer to give a dance to one person.”

Rhysand cleared his throat, “Your majesty, I would be-“

Amarantha whipped her head, “No.” She looked out to the assembly in the hall. “I will accept volunteers from anyone that is not related to her.”

Eris’s feet moved of his own accord and managed to reach the dais before Lucien could. As he bowed lowed, “Your majesty. Though I have no need for a dance, I would be honored.”

Amarantha’s voice had a jovial lilt to it, “Ah Eris Vanserra. Yes, you have my permission to use her, however, you please. Rise. Claim your whore.”

Eris rose to his full height and walked up to the young heiress. He held out a hand for her, “Come now, Viper.” Estella curled her mouth in a small snarl, though her eyes were vacant, hallow as if she mentally went somewhere else. Though she gripped his hand all the same. He yanked her off Tamlin’s lap and pressed her chest to his. His arm snaked around her waist, his fingertips grazing the bare skin of her hip. Electricity bolted up his arm at the contact though he easily ignored it.

“Estella, how do you thank Eris, for claiming you this evening.” Amarantha prodded; Eris didn’t miss her face contorted in a grimace. Before she looked up her ice blue eyes meeting his warm copper ones, life had returned to her, but Eris could feel her dread, it emulated around her like a shield. Though that didn’t stop her from lifting her hand sliding it up the red velvet embroidered vest he was wearing. Or when her soft, gentle fingers slid up his neck and through the silken strands of his long hair.

She rose on her tippy toes her plump lips inches away from his own, “Thank you, Prince Eris,” Estella closed the distance kissed him. Eris slid his hand up her back, lightly grazing her spine as his hand wrapped around her raven-colored locks and yanked her back hard enough to cause a gasp from the princess’ mouth, giving the Autumn Court Heir access to slide his tongue against her. She tasted as sweet as he hoped she would. His tongue clashing with hers he could have sworn a small moan escaped her throat.

The need for oxygen and knowing that the two had put on enough of a show for their audience, Eris pulled away, with a smirk as Estella opened her eyes her pupils blissed out from their moment. Before he could ask, Amarantha, was waving her hand, “Eris you and your pet are dismissed for the evening.”

Eris bowed, and Estella followed suit, aware that it would expose her backside to the fae standing behind them. Eris placed a hand on the small of her back and led her out into the hall. The two had walked down for a few moments the sound of Estella’s skirt swishing against her skin, her hands clasped in front of her, when she asked, “What do you plan on doing with me, Princeling?”

Exhaustion weighed heavily on the prince’s body, as he sighed, “Sleep, My Little Viper. We’re going to sleep.”

This Love Is Difficult, But It's Real

The whole court ogled around and watched as the High Lords of Prythian dropped a kernel of power on the human girl that saved them all. Eris Vanserra on the other hand watched as his brother held onto the Princess of Night as her sobs softened. He could see Lucien whispering in her ear though from where he stood even his fae hearing wouldn’t be able to decipher. Ignoring the spectacle Eris walked over to one his handmaidens.

She bowed when he approached, saying nothing, he gripped the plump woman’s sleeve and began wiping the blood of the Tiara he grabbed. Once he was satisfied, he turned and walked over to Lucien and Estella. The youngest Vanserra son tightened his hold on Estella when Eris approached. “Relax, brother, today is a joyous day. We can put aside our differences for now.” Lucien growled, “Feel free to hate me again tomorrow.”

Estella’s eyes pierced the Autumn Prince’s and Eris presents the tiara glancing down at the lace covered bodice of her dress that dipped down to her stomach, “I believe this belongs to you, Little Viper.”  He smirked as he met her eyes again. She glanced at his hands and reached out to grab the accessory from him, tearing herself from Lucien’s arms as she did so. Eris took a step back and dangled the tiara above her head, “Allow me.” He motions for his index finger to spin around. She obeyed and crossed her arms, the dark red silk of her dress swirling as she did. Her scent of Ocean mist and Jasmine invaded his nose he fought the notion to bask in her scent, as he placed the tiara on top of her head. Stepped closer and noticed the sharp breath she took as his nose brushed against her ear, “There now you look fit to rule a kingdom, Princess.”

He could hear her heartrate quicken as he took a step away and once more as cheers erupted through the cave. The three of them turned to find Feyre embraced in Tamlin’s arms, ears pointed heartbeat strong and steady. “By the Cauldron.” Lucien whispered and ran up to his friends. Leaving the two alone.

“I have to thank you, Princeling.” Estella’s voice broke the tension.

“For?”

“Giving me brief little moments of reprieve from this nightmare.” Her piercing eyes met his, “I am in your debt.”

Eris was about to dispute it when in a flash arm wrapped around Estella pulling her into a tight embrace, had he not seen the matching raven-colored hair, the heir of Autumn would have prepared for an attack. Rhysand pulled away as if remembering where he had put his hands in his pockets assessed his sister. “Are you hurt?”

Estella turned to Eris only to find he was already gone. She sighed and looked back at her brother. “I’m fine, Rhys.”

He nodded and, in her mind said, The High Lords are meeting to figure out the next steps. I don’t know how long that will take. Then out loud he said, “As your High Lord, I’m demanding you head home immediately and make sure our court held up in our absence.” Estella noticed the hint of a smirk on his face, Tell Cassian hello for me, and that I’ll be home soon.

Estella’s face lit up, she kissed her brother on the cheek, “Thank you, High Lord.” She took a step, looked back toward Lucien and Tamlin. Both males embracing Feyre. Green eyes met hers and with a dip of his chin she bolted and winnowed home.

I’ll Be Waiting

The Summer night breeze kissed her skin as she arrived in front of the town home. Home. She was home. Picking up her skirts she bolted through the front door of the town home. She could hear laughter in the dining room pause when the door slammed shut. Before anyone could get up, she ran into the room. Gasp and fallen utensils were the only thing she heard before, Morrigan her hair in perfect waves and dressed in her signature red gown rose from her seat, her eyes turning glassy. “So, it’s true? It’s over?” She asked.

Estella wiped the stray tears that had begun to fall, “Yeah. Its over.” She croaked as Mor pulled her into a bone crushing hug. “Fuck, I have missed you guys.”

A pair of scarred calloused hands tugged at her bare shoulders, “Don’t hog her, Mor.” Azriel’s deep voice joked as he pulled her into an embrace of his own. He pulled away and she felt the cool kiss of his shadows up and around her body, checking for injuries. He pressed his forehead to hers, “Its good to have your home.” He pressed his lips to her forehead and guided her to a chair. He began to make her a plate of food, as he asked, “Where’s Rhys?”

Estella eyes grew wide with the spread Azriel placed before her. Taking a heaping bite before she answered, she couldn’t help but moan as the warm food met her mouth. The bountiful flavor bursting on her tongue. She looked at Mor, and Az as she swallowed her food and said, “He said there would be a meeting with the High Lord’s about what is going to happen next, no doubt trying to get Amarantha’s” She fought the cringe at the sound of the female’s name coming out of her mouth, “men collected and figuring out what to do with them.”

Amren’s cold calculating voice was a welcome reprieve, “Why didn’t you stay with him?”

Estella turned her head to the female and smiled, “He wanted me to come home, let you know he would be back soon.” Estella, smiled and looked at the table, acutely aware of the empty missing, “Where is he?”

Azriel gave her a warm smile and placed his hand on top of her own his hazel eyes ablaze with warmth and happiness, “He went to the Illyrian camps a few weeks ago. He has been spending a lot of time up there to personally train his soldiers.  He says its to make sure they have the best training we can offer.”

Estella felt guilt bubble in her stomach, “But?”

Azriel’s face fell slightly, his shadows curling around him as a form of comfort, “He had been struggling staying in Velaris for too long. It Reminded him of you and the future you two were planning. He missed you.”

“We all did, Girl.” Amren corrected. Estella’s blue eyes met her swirling silver ones, “Don’t look so surprised. Your quick wit against these overgrown bats was impressive. It was nice to not be the only one with a silver tongue.”

Estella blinked; she couldn’t remember a time when Amren had outwardly complimented her. Though she wasn’t about to question the tiny one’s motives, she went back to shoveling food in her mouth. She went for seconds and cleaned that plate too, Azriel grabbed her plate when she attempted to go for more, “Pace yourself, you’ll make yourself sick.”

“The food was awful down there.” If she got any that was. She didn’t miss the concerned glances from her friends when she arrived. She hadn’t looked in a mirror in 50 years and she was afraid to, terrified at what her reflection might reveal. How badly Amarantha’s abuse taken a toll on her physically as it had emotionally.  Estella met Azriel’s gaze and he gave her a smile, kissing the side of her head. Estella cleared her throat, “Um, I am going to go upstairs and wash up.”

Mor gave her a warm smile, one she never thought she would see again, “Your room has not been touched, your clothes have been routinely cleaned.”

Estella rubbed her chest and the base of her throat fighting the emotion threatening to come up. “Thank you.” 

Azriel cupped her cheek. Stroking his thumb against her cheek, “Welcome home, Princess.”

She wrapped her arms around Az and squeezed him tightly. “I missed you. I never thought I would see you again.”

“Likewise.” He pressed his hand on the back of her head holding her close. “Fuck.” She pulled away at the Shadow  Singer’s expletive and saw that his eyes lined with silver. “I’m just..” He took a deep breath, “I’m just happy to see you.”

“Me too, Az. I missed your face.” He laughed wiping his eyes, as she looked to all three of her friends, “Not a day went by that I didn’t think about you.” The two females rose from their seats and as if they were reading each other’s thoughts smothered the young female into a tight embrace, where she let her tears flow freely.

Home. She was finally, Home.

On The Balcony In Summer Air

The cool night air kissed Estella's skin for the first time in fifty years as she leaned against the balcony the silk of her red night gown doing nothing to prevent the chill, but the female couldn’t bring herself to care. Looking up at the night sky. She couldn't help but smile as tears pickled her pale blue eyes. This is what it felt like:

To be free

"Hello, Sweetheart." The low timbre of a familiar voice elicited a sob to escape her throat. Turning from the view of the city, she met glassy hazel eyes, bruises darkening his tanned skin under them. His wings were tucked back, but his siphons glowed.

She gave him a watery smile, "Hello, General." She covered her mouth to stifle the sobbed. Not being able to contain herself, she leaped into his awaiting arms and legs wrapping around his waist. Burying her face in the crook of his neck.

Cassian's arm held her up by her waist, his free hand pressing the back of her head holding her close, tears streaming down his own face. Estella pulled away and pressed her lips to his.

Cassian pulled away, pressing his forehead to hers, "Welcome home, Estella." And his lips reattached to hers as he took her to their shared bed. Plopping her down on the bed his hazel eyes met her blue ones he swiped a strand of hair from her face.

She cupped her hands against his face, and took a moment to look at him, his eyes had dark circles under them, as if he hadn’t had a good night’s rest in the last fifty years. He had grown out a beard the scruff rough against her skin. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”  She whispered.

Cassian cupped his hand against her cheek, tears spilling down his face. “I’m thinking that you are just as beautiful as the last time I saw you.” He kissed her forehead, “I’m thinking that I can’t believe that you are right here in my arms.” She closed her eyes as he pressed his lips to her cheek. “I’m thinking…” He took a deep breath, and she opened her eyes. “I’m thinking, how I never thought I would see you again. And yet here you are.”

Estella smiled, “Here I am.” She took his hand and placed it over her heart and he closed his eyes as he felt its steady beat. “Cassian, not a day went by where I didn’t wish to be with you. To be in your arms.” Tears threatened to fall but she forced it down. “I missed you so much.”

Cassian shushed her and placed his lips on to hers in a gentle kiss, “It’s okay, Sweetheart, I know. I missed you. More than you could ever know.” He kissed her again, “And just so we’re clear when your brother comes home. I am beating the shit out of him.”

“Cass?”

“Hmm?” He smirked.

She gripped the collar of his leathers and pulled him closer to him, he growled in approval as she whispered on his lips, “Do not talk say my brother’s name while you’re in my bed.” And she clashed her lips onto his.

Estella ran her fingers through Cassian’s curls as the General was fast asleep on his stomach.  Sliding out of her bed, she opened the drawer of her nightstand, grabbed a piece of parchment, and walked back out onto her balcony. Looking back once more she made sure that Cassian remained asleep as she turned back to the parchment in her hands. Opening the parchment thinking about the author of the note.

Estella awoke back in her cell. The memory of Autumn leaves and cinnamon returning to her.  She adjusted to a sitting position her brows furrowing as she felt something in her palm. Opening the note, her breath quickened as bile threatened to rise as the question, she asked the night before came to the forefront of her mind:

“Then what do you want with me, Princeling?”

One sentence gave her his answer in perfectly neat handwriting.

I want you, My Little Viper.

Estella folded the paper and threw it on the opposite side of the cell. Pulling her knees up to her chest she had to question just how far the Prince of Autumn would go to get what he wants.

Estella sighed, staring down at the swirls of Eris’ handwriting, questions swirling in her mind.  As if she summoned him with her thoughts; a note appeared in front of her. Grabbing the parchment, she unfolded it.

Will you ever truly be free, Little Viper?

Estella glared at the parchment hoping it would erupt into flames. Folding both notes, she walked into her room, placed the notes in her nightstand, and went back to bed. The General of the Night Court’s armies arm pulling her against his chest. Though luscious red hair and russet eyes plagued her dreams.

You’ll Be The Prince and I’ll Be the Princess

After fifty long years Eris, stepped into the familiar room of orange, red and gold hues of his study. Twelve heads perked up as they saw Eris step in. The familiar dark eyes of his hounds perked up and all of them ran to their owner’s side. He bent down on a knee and allowed each of them a total of one lick per dog. Unable to fight the smile from his features of reuniting with his companions. “Hello dear Friends. I have missed you dearly.”   They all swished their tails at the sound of their master’s voice.

Home after Amarantha’s fall, the High Lords met for two days in a row and after sitting in a room with massive egos, it was nice to return home to the quiet of his study.  He walked over to his desk the mountain of paperwork there. He sighed and leaned against his chair closing his eyes, only for the ice blue eyes and raven-black hair plagued his brain. He pressed his hands to his eyes and groaned.

He sat up and removed his hands from his eyes, as an idea began to form. Opening his drawer to find his favorite quill and ink pots right where he left them. Pulling them out along with the stack of parchment. Eris began to write, as soft pink lips and the scent of Ocean Mist and Jasmine lingered in his mind as his quill began swirling across the parchment:

My Sweet Little Viper. My Beautiful Mate.

It’s A Love Story, Baby, Just Say Yes

To Be Continued...

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If I missed someone please let me know!

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Dick grayson x male powered reader who's the son of Oliver queen

Powers can be whatever like vibration control, vocal manipulation etc

Dick Grayson x male reader

Headcanons

You would most likely have met Dick when he was still robin and joining up with the titans alongside Roy as you both were working under Oliver. You would both be able to use a bow and arrow, but you focused more on your other powers where Roy focused on the bow.

You have the ability of sound manipulation, echo location and mimicry, meaning you can mimic any other voice or sound. Meaning human voices, animal noises or anything really, even computer sounds or stuff like that.

I feel you and Roy would be closest in the beginning since you’ve known each other for way longer than you’ve known the team. Then over time you both get closer to the team, and you get along the most with Dick.

During missions you’ve always kept track of everyone using your echolocation, meaning your always clicking your tongue softly during the day, as its just become a habit and second nature at this point.

It becomes a sound that your team all come to expect and which ends up comforting them to some extent as they know your always keeping an eye out for them. So if you were to go silent over comms they’d know something was wrong.

As you grow older your relationship with Oliver suffers the same way his relationship suffers with Roy. You and Roy have different issues with your dad, but its enough to go low contact or cut contact completely outside of hero work.

You spend a lot of time trying to take care of Roy who’s spiraling even worse, and you end up leaning on Dick a lot during this time, making you two grow even closer as he’s the only person you can be vulnerable around.

During this time your feelings for each other really develop, but he knows you aren’t doing well mentally, and you know he’s in a similar situation to yourself with Bruce, so you both suppress your feelings.

At some point you both end up moving in together in Bludhaven, and you become a hero of that city alongside your dear friend and crush. When you upgrade your suit you end up making it a little more similar to nightwings, and less like Green arrows, which everyone notices but no one really mentions.

Dick immediately falls even more in love with you when he sees you wearing his colors or with a suit similar to his own. Which the team always uses to tease him and make him flustered.

As roommates you two live like you’ve done before, though you get even closer. Now that you live together you two end up cuddling a lot without really realizing. You hug each other, cook for one another, or just care for the other.

You sass him using your mimicry, meaning if he says something you’ll say it back in his own voice, or even copy your friends and teammates voices if you have too.

You’ve used your mimicry multiple times during patrols to catch criminals as you can copy their allies voices to make them put their guards down.

Working side by side only solidifies your feelings for each other, and you would confess your feelings during patrol one day, after you’ve just had to scream down some bigtime villain and you two were standing on a rooftop overseeing the police taking the villain away.

Dick would just be looking at you, watching you be so serious about what you do, and hed just confess right then and there without really meaning too.

Youd stop your clicking out of shock, turning to look at him with wide eyes as you quietly ask him what he just said. Dick would go red and start apologizing, saying he must have said something wrong, or you didn’t hear anything.

Then you take his hand and tell him you feel the same way, leading to you both standing there blushing. It ends up with you clearing your throat and saying you should get back to this conversation after the villain is put away, to which Dick agrees.

After you two get home from patrol that night you talk through your feelings and end up dating after making sure you’re both on the same page.

No one is surprised when you two start dating, your friends and family just casually tell you two they’ve been waiting for you both to come out with your feelings.

After all this time your relationship with Oliver has gotten better, and Dicks relationship with Bruce has gotten better too, so you both spend time with the others family. Though, you spend more time with Dicks family just because they’re a lot closer than your own.

The way you and Dick live doesn’t really change, as your both overly affectionate, just now you can kiss. Which you do, a lot. Dick loves to kiss you, so much. He’s waited all this time to be able to do it, so he can’t get enough.

Listening to you click your tongue for your echolocation is one of his favorite sounds, as he likes laying on your chest with his ear pressed against you so he can hear it even better. It comforts him and helps put him to sleep.

You both wear each other’s hero merch, there’s no question about that. Of course, nightwing is your favorite hero and you’re his favorite hero if anybody asks during the day.

Your friends and family are probably sick of how lovey dovey you two are even after months of being together, though Alfred would find it endearing since he’s just happy to see Dick so happy with someone.

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[i-smoke-chapstick]

Can you do Gotham!Victor Zsasz x reader where he gets jealous? And maybe it leads to smutty angry sex ;-)

‘YOU’RE MINE,

-GOTHAM!VICTOR ZSASZ X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; you’re his girl, only his.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!victor zsasz x female reader. obsessive and possessive behavior. victors dry humor (sort of?) persevering through his jealousy. SMUT !!!!!! like, i went heavy with this one guys. SADOMASOCHISTIC SEX! victor marks reader. also, drama queen victor.

♫ “whistling like a bullet in the sky / you don’t talk to no one, don’t you look at nothing / no ones gonna use you up and break you the way that I do.” You’re Mine by Phantogram

He typically doesn’t get like this. No, he trusts you. And even if he didn’t- he stalks you every damn day. Has your phone password. Crashes your apartment and searches your drawers. And when he’s not keeping an eye out for you- one of the zsaszettes is. Y’know, just in case, he always adds- whenever you come home to him fiddling around your apartment or browsing your phone.

In reality, because he keeps tabs on you is WHY he trusts you. And so far, nothing has been out of the ordinary. You’ve been his loyal soldier- his girl.

Well, until percisley 10 seconds ago. He was doing his daily…night watch? Lurking on top of buildings, with a loaded sniper, the stake-out usual, watching you converse with work friends. Just like you said you’d be. Normal tuesday.

He just has to be clear. It’s his motto, yeah? And thankfully, it came in clutch for him tonight. He’s reminded of why he does this so frequently when he spots you out in the parking lot of your work, when a man comes behind you.

He zones in through the scope of the sniper, immeadiatley aiming it at this guys head. He’s about to shoot this creep, until you laugh.

Why the hell are you laughing? (Victor thinks only he should be the funniest person you know.)

He’s watching carefully through the scope, vein popping through his forehead. All he can do is clench his jaw.

He notices everything. The way the man gestures towards you, the way you two converse like two old pals. It gets a bit too much for victor when the man gently grabs your shoulder while the two of you laugh.

Immeadiatley, you hear the sound of boots on gravel, and turn around to see Victor. You and said work friend damn near scream.

Your male friend is looking on in horror, it’s VICTOR FUCKING ZSASZ.

You on the other hand, after the inital shock wears off, give a polite smile to victor.

“Oh- hey.” You chime, but stop in your tracks when you read his expression. No smile. And his gloved hand is gripped tight around a handgun in it’s holster- itching to be set free. You swallow.

“Out.” Is all he says to your friend- and he looks at Victor incredously. You feel yourself start to sweat.

Victor looks at the man, eye practically twitching. The man stays frozen in shock.

“PLEASE?” Victor suddenly harshly calls- rolling his neck and cocking his head. His eyes are opened fully, and you feel fear bubbling up in you.

You’re friend instantly runs off, and you visibly see victor’s hand around his gun relax. He turns to you, taking a deep breath.

In a strange fashion, he offers you his arm like a gentleman, and doesn’t say another word the rest of the walk home. You don’t find out the reason for his anger until much, much later…

The moment you two came home, you assumed he’d want a bite to eat, talk about what was bothering him. But apperently not. The second the door closed, he was pushing everything on your counter top down to the floor with a loud slam, man-handling you, pushing you on top, and kissing you until you had to force him away for air.

He’s deadly silent, not explaining himself. You want to ask why- but the moment he pulls away from your lips, he shoves two of his fingers in your mouth- making you suck on the flesh. You gag as he forces them deeper and deeper, tasting the rubber of his gloves. He doesn’t stop until his fingers are soaked in your spit, and shoves them into your cunt.

You’re practically mewling around his fingers, taken aback.

And now… you’re here. Your face is buried into the pillows, ass-up. You’re soaking wet, working toward your fifth orgasm. The previous four had all just been from his trigger finger fucking you out until all you could do was scream his name. Tally marks have been all but littered into you’re thighs and chest and back- bloody and raw from his blade. Typically he’d only make one cut each time he claimed you like this- but appearently it’s not enough. People need to know who you love.

No, now his cock is buried deep inside you. Messily sliding in and out of your swollen pussy, generously giving you every inch to clench around. You need to know who owns you. That you two own each other.

He replays the image of your work friend staring at him in surprise. Victor’s practically tweaking out…why haven’t you told anyone that you two are together? God, he’d fuck you in front of the whole GCPD if he could. And here you are, keeping him like a dirty little secret.

“No one’s gonna love you,” He growls out, punctuating each sentence with a thrust. It’s the first thing he’s said all night.

“No one’s gonna touch you,” Between your moaning and his groans, it’s almost inaudible.

“No one’s gonna look at you the way that I do.” Thrust after thrust he emphasizes his point, fingers tracing over the tally marks on your back to make you moan in pain. He needs to consume all of you.

You’re gasping, whining for him to slow down- and he only goes harder. Sex without pain for Victor is like food without taste. Every part of you aches, and every part of you feels fucking euphoric. You know the marks will scar in the morning, no matter how delicately placed. You assume that’s his goal.

You two cum together in an instant- fast and unprecedented. The sudden shockwave takes you both by surprise, feeling your pussy squeeze against his dick makes him finish inside you- and you feel the ropes of his cum flood into you. He fucks you through your orgasm, movements not stopping until he’s sure he’s satisfied every single spasm within you, and you’ve milked him for all hes worth.

“There you go, sweetness,” He groans gently, hands weakly pulling your hips to his. He slows to a stop, but doesn’t pull out.

Between the numerous light cuts littering your body and bruises from how tight he was gripping your thighs, you don’t even have the energy to scold him. No, you collapse into the mattress, letting him shift down next to you, his cock still inside.

Oh, he intends to sleep like this, you warming his cock. He grabs you to his chest, not letting you go. You feel the marks on you back sting as he shuffles behind you.

You’re too fucked out to say a word, and he simply gently kisses your knuckles. Man of few words.

You think he’ll be gone in the morning. But no.

He intends to stay until you and your body can’t remember the feeling of anything or anyone else.

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[lesbianrobin]

i'd be the prom queen (if crying was a contest)

3,561 words

robin & steve: an alternate meeting

“Your 1985 Prom King is, drumroll please..!”

Kids pound their legs and any nearby tables, some stomping wildly in place and others simply screaming until the noise bouncing around inside the gym seems to make her bones rattle. Robin halfheartedly pats her thighs along to the horrendously out of sync drumroll, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. It’s going to be him. It’s going to be him, and she’s going to lose what’s left of her sanity, and then since he’s single now he’ll take Tammy home and they’ll have gross sex and he’ll definitely suck at it and Robin could totally do better even though she’s never kissed anyone before. She’d just be better by default because Steve sucks.

“Steeeeve Harrington!”

The room erupts in a cacophonous mix of cheers and taunts. Robin drains the last of her punch as they lower the crown over his stupid hair, and for what certainly won’t be the last time tonight, she wishes that it had occurred to her to sneak in alcohol before she’d already arrived and gotten a peek at Christina Brown’s “hidden” flask.

“Woo!”

“Yeah, Stevie-boy!”

“Aw, fuck off!”

“Homo!”

“Go Steve!”

It doesn’t escape Robin’s notice that the more encouraging remarks tend to be from female voices, while all of the jeers are male. At least one guy is whistling in support from the back of the room. Steve soaks it all up, the adoration and envy alike, with perfect, shining hair and a pageant smile.The student council president whose old lady name she can never remember shushes everybody so she can announce who won Queen as Steve waves to his adoring fans. Robin doesn’t know most of the nominees. They’re upperclassmen, cheerleaders and high achievers who’ve never given her a second glance.

“Heather Holloway!”

The pretty brunette in a nice pink dress gasps and slaps a hand over her mouth like she’s just won the lottery. People cheer just as loudly as they did for Steve, though nobody heckles her. Steve claps, whoops like he’s not onstage and still way too close to the microphone, and it makes her sick. Heather accepts her crown and sash gracefully before being whisked offstage by some muscular asshole who must be her boyfriend, and the DJ starts up “Time After Time.” Steve takes the stairs down, and Robin forces herself not to follow his path through the crowd. The shitty finger foods on her paper plate are far more interesting than Steve Harrington.

Robin likes Cyndi Lauper alright, but this song just… sucks. It just sucks. It sucks almost as badly as the stale crackers left on her plate now that she’s eaten all the grapes and cheese. God, what did she really expect, getting dropped off at prom by her parents to meet up with a bunch of friends? They ditched her to dance as soon as they got inside, and sure, maybe she could get up and join them, but it just… it just sucks. None of these stupid couples will last after high school, and the ones that do will end up miserable together, but there’s still a jealous pang in her chest whenever Robin looks up to see some girl’s nicely manicured hands laced behind some guy’s neck, the way their ties and dresses match and they lean in close to whisper right into each other’s ears.

“Wanna dance?”

She looks up. The first thing she sees is a glint of light.

“With you?” Robin immediately pinches her own leg through the layers of polyester and tulle that her mother’s forced her into for the occasion. Shit, it stung. It actually stung.

Steve Harrington glances around like he might’ve missed somebody else in the conversation, light glinting off his crown, before shooting her a winning smile. “If you wouldn’t mind.”

“No,” she says instinctively.

He frowns, and of course he does because the asshole could never even imagine somebody not wanting to be with him, but his eyes go a little dull, a little tired, a lot sad, and something seizes in her chest, and this is why Robin doesn’t always do well in social situations, because panic seizes her throat and stimulates her vocal cords without her permission.

“No, I meant I don’t mind! So I do. Want to dance.”

The sadness dissipates with an airy Steve Harrington laugh. The winning smile returns as he raises an eyebrow. “With me?”

“If you wouldn’t mind,” she says easily, shoving down the anxiety swirling in her gut and raising a hand because she’s read this script before. She must’ve delivered her line right, because Steve takes it, pulling her lightly to her feet and leading her out onto the dance floor. Her heart pounds faster as they weave their way to the center of the floor. So many people are looking at them already. There’s not a familiar face in sight, which should be statistically impossible for a school this size, but Robin doesn’t know any of these people as more than faces in the hall, and she really should have stuck to her instincts. Why did she take back the “no?” That was the smartest “no” in the history of the world, and she went and screwed it up like she always does.

Steve taps someone on the shoulder, and tugs her through a wall of people, and suddenly they’re right by the stage. Nestled between the speakers it’s almost… intimate. The music is loud, but the people aren’t so much. It’s better. Steve smiles softly as he arranges her arms, taking one hand gently in his own and placing the other on his shoulder. He moves his own hand slowly to her waist, like he’s waiting for her to stop him, and she can’t help but snort.

He makes a face at her and grips her waist properly. “Alright, alright.”

She rolls her eyes. “Well, I said I’d dance, right?”

“Jeez, I can’t be polite?”

There he is. Steve “the Hair” Harrington, asshole extraordinaire. She knew he’d come out sooner rather than later.

“...Why me?” Robin asks, “Steve Harrington couldn’t get a date to the prom?”

She almost regrets her harsh tone when he averts his gaze, pretending to be interested in whatever’s going on over in the little photo studio in the corner of the room. Steve sighs.

“Well, I saw you admiring me all night,” he says with a wry grin, neck craned just a bit, eyes fixed in the corner. Robin’s stomach fills with lead. He’s gonna Carrie her. This is a Carrie somehow. It has to be.

His eyes flick back towards her as he chuckles, then they flick away, still focused on something over her shoulder. It feels cruel, nothing like the laugh she heard earlier, and the hand on her waist is hot like a brand, and he must feel how sweaty her hand is, and this is when he’ll tighten his grip and—

“Kidding. Uh, I don’t know. You looked about as miserable as I am, I guess.”

“What?”

Steve swallows. He finally meets her eyes with a weak grin. “Didn’t want to bring someone down with my shitty mood, but I have to dance. So I figured maybe you wouldn’t mind taking a spin and helping me out. Can’t be worse than just sitting around, right?”

“That’s a pretty big assumption.”

He blinks at her. He smiles, really smiles, and tugs her closer so that they might be able to rest their heads on each other’s shoulders, if they wanted to. She doesn’t.

“What’s your name?” he asks conversationally, like she can’t feel his breath on her shoulder and his hand in hers.

“Robin,” she says, and it sounds so raspy, he probably thinks she’s, like, into this or something, which is pretty much as far from the truth as humanly possible. How did this even happen? She’s been facing the stage most of the time, but Steve has been rotating them as he slowly sways, and now she can see some faces out in the crowd. A few are familiar. A lot are looking at her.

“I’m Steve.”

“No shit,” she bites out, fighting the urge to dig her fingers into his shoulder in the hope of bruising it.

“Okay, yeah,” Steve says placatingly, “Obviously you know that. Uh, you look familiar.”

“Click’s class. You sat, like, right in front of me.”

“Oh. Really?” Steve sounds genuinely surprised.

“Yeah, really.”

“Shit,” he whispers, and she probably wasn’t supposed to hear it, the music as loud as it is, but his mouth is, like, right next to her ear, and it’s not her fault that Harrington doesn’t understand how sound works.

She scoffs. “Relax. I didn’t really expect you to remember me. You never really even looked at me.”

“No, it’s not — ” Steve sighs, and she feels more than sees it when he shakes his head. All she can see is the crowd. There’s Catherine, and Ally, and Jeremy and David and Rachel, all looking at her. He’s stopped rotating them now, sticking to the slow sway, so she’s stuck unless she wants to force him, and instinct tells her that Steve Harrington isn’t someone who lets people force him to do anything.

“ ... just don’t remember a lot of shit, now.”

Her attention snaps back to Steve, to his hand on her waist and face nearly buried in her shoulder. “What?”

“Forget it.”

“Why the shitty mood?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

Tammy Thompson’s wearing blue. Her dress is… awful, honestly, it’s horrendous, like a big blue garbage bag, but she wears it well, like with a smile and a toss of her hair she could make an actual garbage bag look even better.

“Alright,” she finds herself saying. “Then ask.”

“...Okay. So, Robin,” he says, deftly maneuvering the clammy hand he’s cupped in his own so that their fingers are entwined, “Why the shitty mood?”

Tammy’s dancing with Sam Reynolds. They’re just friends, Robin’s pretty sure, or at least they’re nothing serious, but it hurts all the same. She’s absolutely glowing.

“Well, as you can see, I came alone.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t have a good time,” Steve counters. “There’s music, and food, and you look absolutely gorgeous.”

Robin can’t help how her face scrunches in disgust. Steve must feel her tense up, because he huffs out a laugh.

“Calm down, I’m not, like, coming on to you. But I can see, you know.”

Tammy looks away from Sam.

Their eyes meet.

Robin freezes, or she tries to, but Steve loosens his grip on her hand and it’s enough to jolt her back into reality. She squeezes both his hand and his shoulder, probably a little too tight, but if it bothers him he doesn’t say anything. Tammy is still looking.

“I didn’t come with the person I wanted to,” she says. It’s the truth, but it leaves the same sharp, sick aftertaste as a lie. An opening. Asking to get caught.

“Guess I don’t have to give you my answer now,” Steve says lightly.

“Yeah?” she asks.

Tammy’s lipstick is just on the tasteful side of pink. Just a bit brighter, just a bit more eye makeup, and it would be garish, but of course it isn’t, because it’s Tammy. She licks her lips, so quickly Robin can barely even see. What does her lipstick taste like? Is it bitter? Or is it decent enough that she can wet her lips whenever she’d like without worrying about washing the taste out of her mouth later? She’ll wear it away, then, and Robin can’t help picturing it, Tammy leaning in close to the mirror to reapply, and what if they ran into each other in the ladies’ room, and Tammy asked if she could be a doll and help her out?

“Well, no point in repeating ourselves.” Steve takes a harsh breath, and it’s weird, being so close to another person that she can feel his chest expanding just a bit more than it has been. They’re so close, and she should be uncomfortable, and she is, technically, in the sense that her shoes are pinching and her dress is hot and the whole room smells like sweat, but Steve’s hand in hers isn’t too bad. Pathetically enough, it’s almost nice. She’s so desperate and lonely that even Steve “the Hair” Harrington holding her hand is a comfort.

Tammy hasn’t broken eye contact yet. There’s something in her gaze, though, something Robin’s never seen directed at herself before. Tammy frowns at her, pulls Sam in close, and shuts her eyes as she continues to dance.

No point in repeating themselves. She might be hopeless, but Steve Harrington didn’t get the girl, either.

“That’s really it? You just won Prom King, and you can’t get over whatever girl turned you down this week?”

“You know, you’re kinda harsh, Robin.”

Robin might be hopeless, but she also has a mean streak. She shrugs, and Steve’s hand moves from her waist to rest on her back, like he might pull her into a hug at any minute, and it feels better. Less performative.

He continues, “I don’t think that’s really it for you either.”

“It’s not.”

“Well, there’s your answer.”

Robin shakes her head. “You know, you can’t just keep dodging questions with other questions forever.”

“Who said anything about forever? The song’s at least halfway over.”

She hums like she’s disappointed. “One and done, huh?”

It’s the third time Steve’s laughed since they first started talking, and this one makes Robin smile too. He shoves his forehead against her shoulder for a second, shaking, before he lifts his head again and says, “We really never talked in Click’s class?”

“Uh, not unless you count that time I dropped my paper and you said, hey, is this yours, and I said yeah, and you handed it back to me. That was pretty much it.”

“What a waste,” Steve says.

He says it like he means it. Like he really regrets not talking to her. She kind of believes him.

“What’s the other reason, then?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I came alone and I’m going straight home afterwards because I’m failing pre-calc and I have remedial work to do. These shoes barely fit. I can’t sleep, I can’t remember most of last semester, and I can’t go anywhere near the picture line without feeling like I’m gonna throw up. And I’m pretty sure half the basketball team just campaigned for me because they knew all the girls up for Queen already had boyfriends and I didn’t have a date. It’s funny for them, you know? Makes me look like even more of a loser.”

There’s… a lot there, but he rushed through the stuff in the middle, and something tells her that he sandwiched those things for a reason. What’s his problem with pictures? Does he mean he can’t sleep like he’s up all night tossing and turning, or like he’s torn awake by night terrors? Did he forget most of what he learned last semester, or like, most of what happened over those few months? It’s just… a lot, too much, and none of it really makes sense.

So Robin rolls her eyes. “You know, dancing with me isn’t really gonna help you with looking like a loser.”

“Jesus, shut up. Like you’re not cooler than all the girls in here. You know this is all stupid. This shit is who I am, but it’s not who you are. So why do you care so much?”

Steve Harrington is just as irritating as ever when he’s being nice. Maybe even moreso.

“Oh, you know who I am?”

“I think I’ve got a pretty good idea.”

She wants to challenge him. Tell me, she’d say, go on, I’m listening. I want to hear what you think. What do you see when you look at me, huh? What do you hear when I talk to you? Do you know what I want? What I’m afraid of? Who I want to be, and what I’m terrified of becoming? Do you hear it when I cry every night? Tell me, Steve, where does the weight of the world sit on you? Is it crushing your chest, too? Or does it sit nice and high up on your shoulders? Go on, tell me. Who does the great Steve Harrington think I am?

But some questions don’t need to be answered. Besides, those questions are meant for the great Steve Harrington, and this guy is… something else. Something sadder.

“... It’s not really about them,” she tries. “Or it… it won’t be. It is, right now. But it’ll be about someone else eventually.”

“That’s… good, right?”

“No,” she says plainly. “It’s gonna be the same way then, too.”

“What makes you think that?”

Robin tries to laugh. It feels like more of a sob. “Call it instinct.”

“Time After Time” fades into something energetic and upbeat. It’s probably big right now, based on how everyone reacts by immediately breaking away from their partners to form big dance groups with their friends, but Robin must be listening to her Walkman too much, because she swears she’s never heard it before in her life.

“Well,” Steve says, not letting go, continuing to sway, “I think your instincts are bullshit.”

“Don’t,” she chokes, “Please.”

Steve unwinds their fingers, and it almost hurts, but then he pulls her into a hug, one arm around her shoulders and the other around her waist. She reciprocates without thinking, pressing her face against the fine material of his suit jacket. He’ll probably have to wipe her makeup off later.

“Look,” he says, and his voice wavers, just for a moment. “I know… Hawkins sucks. It really fucking sucks, more than anyone realizes. But you don’t. It’s not… we just met, basically, but I know that whatever it is, you’re not the problem. Okay? It’s just… other people.”

He doesn’t know. He can’t. He can’t, or he wouldn’t be holding her like this, and saying these words, and treating her like...

“Other people suck,” she says.

Steve’s shoulders slump forward, and she realizes that he’s been tense all night. Their hug feels different, now. More like the hugs that her mom used to give her when she was little and she couldn’t sleep. The music is a blanket of noise around them, her eyes shut and face tilted down into Steve’s shoulder, and Robin could almost forget they were in the same gym where she plays dodgeball on Thursdays. Fifty feet away from the locker room with the tiles she’s memorized, with the forty-six holes in the drain on the floor and the small remnant of somebody’s old gum stuck in the grout. They’re standing in warmth, and sound, and maybe it’s a veil of denial or ignorance but Robin can’t really bring herself to care when it lets her believe that maybe someone understands.

“Get a room!”

“Fuck off,” Steve lifts his head to shout at whoever said it, and Robin flinches.

She opens her eyes. She lifts her head. She takes a step back.

“Robin?”

“Hm?”

“Are you alright?” Steve leans in to speak clearly over the music.

Shaking out her shoulders and forcing herself to smile, she says, “Yeah. I think I ruined your suit, though.”

He frowns, glances at his shoulder, and laughs at the perfect imprint of Robin’s face loud enough that some nearby dancers turn their heads for a moment. It’s a nice sound. It makes Robin want to laugh, too.

“You want to get out of here?”

Fuck.

“I’m not…” she says, glancing back toward the table Steve had approached her at. None of her friends have since sat down.

He runs a hand through his hair, dislodging the crown and then fumbling awkwardly to save it before it falls onto the floor. He settles it at a crooked angle on his head and Robin snorts.

“Not like that, geez. I’m not even looking for anything —” He cuts himself off.

Steve takes a breath and continues. “ I just… we could get burgers, or something. You’re paying, obviously,” Steve says as he gestures to the makeup stain, but his fidgeting hands betray his confident tone.

There’s no way this doesn’t end badly. No way that Steve Harrington doesn’t try to make a move on her, or somehow figure out she’s a raging lesbian, or drive her out to an old abandoned farmhouse and turn her skin into a suit.

Robin hasn’t felt this good all night. She’s on the brink of tears, but she hasn’t felt this good in weeks, maybe fucking years, and if there’s just the slightest chance that she might actually just go and get burgers with a friend and make her junior prom a night to actually remember… well, she’s willing to take that chance.

“I’ll pay my half, obviously.”

Steve grins. “Then come on, my Queen. Or, uh, princess, or whatever a king’s, like, friend —”

“Are you trying to say my chariot awaits?”

Steve presses his lips together. “...No?”

Robin rolls her eyes as she holds out her arm, and Steve takes it. “Come on, Your Highness. Our totally platonic chariot awaits.”

This time, they laugh together, and Robin doesn’t bother to think about whether it was the fourth time or the fifth. She’ll hear it way too many times to count.

#robin buckley #steve harrington #stranger things fic #lesbianrobin.fic #stobin #genuinely platonic soulmates #stranger things #em talks

[ilythecolorpink]

My Queen (True Form Ryomen Sukuna x fem reader)

It was the night that your whole world got filled upside down, that one man would change your life forever. Ryomen Sukuna was feared by many, he had many names such as King of Curses, Imaginary Demon, and the Disgraced One. So many Jujutsu sorcerers gave their all, but they all had fallen but you were special.

You were born into the L/N clan during the Heian Period and led a life of luxury. You were amazing and powerful, yet you were a woman. Any male who was in your presence alone could see that your beauty was beyond compare. Even though your male peers had a lot of influence over you, you still carried out every mission the same as everyone else. You were told that a village's curses needed to be removed. You descend the temple's steps as you proceed. The surroundings are desolate and dreary; clouds cover the entire sky, and the sun is nowhere to be seen.

As you get toward the village, you hear cries and screams and arrive to see the small village massacred, its entire area covered in blood. You see a man wounded run screaming “Please help us, he is going to kill everyone if you don’t put a stop to this” As you comfort him, he sobs, "I'm here now, sir. Could you please explain to me to whom you are referring?" He reacts instantly, "He is a monster, get out of here before it's too late," and then rapidly flees as you try to stop him. The sound of footsteps catches your attention as you cautiously move through the ruined village; you swiftly turn around but see nothing, so you dismiss it.

The moment you notice a cursed spirit, it yells "You're going to die" at you as you quickly prepare to confront it. You ask yourself, "It can talk? How strange. "I don't think I'm going to be the one dying today," you remark in answer. You don't give it a chance to approach you before you harm it with your cursed technique. Blood is on your lip as it moves closer to you once more, hitting you. You then avoid its attack, but eventually, as it is suffering greatly, it says agitatedly, "Who are you, are you some god or something?" you laugh as you say “Who am I? I’m not one of the gods, I’m god. Humans will go through miles across the world, just to worship the very ground I walk on. They build temples in my name alone. They cry and pray for me to give them a sign of my grace. Can’t you see it now, you have already lost. You’re nothing but a tiny spec to me. What do you think you can do?” You give your last word before finishing it off.

As you turn around and wipe the blood off, a chuckle catches you off guard. Your quick turn reveals the curse. In a deep, carnal voice, Ryomen Sukuna says, "So you're the L/N clan's only hope, huh? How pathetic" Although you admit that a feeling of dread is beginning to creep into your chest, you can't help but feel almost mesmerized by his appearance. He was undoubtedly terrifying, but there was also some beauty to him. You respond, "I'm the Y/N L/N, a member of the L/N clan. What do you want?" with an affirmative tone. As he remarks, "Not afraid of me are you? How fascinating.”

As he approaches you closer, you maintain your guarded demeanor as he says, "Let's cut the formalities and get right to it, shall we, pretty woman?" As you assume a fighting stance, you chuckle a little and say, "My how charming, let's just get this over with." He grinned as he moved quickly to get behind you and grab your wrists, saying in your ear, "Domain Expansion." You find yourself in his domain surrounded by skulls. As you look up at him and ask, "This is what you meant by cutting to the chase, huh? so, I'll ask again, "What do you want?" "I just wish to have a talk with you," he says, placing his hand on his chin. You chuckle lightly as you say, "A talk? with you? I'm sorry, darling, but I didn't think the King of Curses would want to chat with me. What could you possibly want to talk about?" He looks down in amusement and says “To put it simply, I want you to be my queen.”

A/N: Depending on what I will think about making a part 2. Sorry If I haven't written anything in a bit. I have been struggling to write something. So I hope you like it, anyway love you guys so much.

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[throneofsapphics]

hi love!!! i hope you're okay and everything in your life is fine 🫶🏻

i know i have sent other requests, but I'm so bored that I can think of ideas for fanfics, and since I don't know how to write I send them to you because you seem like a AMAZING writer. here is my idea;

angst and fluff ; reader is aelin's best friend (aelin and rowan are married). she does not live in the castle although she goes there a lot. the reader's father wants her to marry a boy (against her will), on one of her trips to the castle, she meets fenrys, and they fall in love.

I'll leave it to you what happens next, I know you're going to do a great job ❤️‍🩹

pd: keep safe, drink water, sleep well and be happy ❤️‍🩹🫶🏻

broken promises

(part two)

Fenrys x f!Reader 

Summary: “If you need help, let me know.” Aelin replied - a mischievous glint in her eyes. Y/n realized she might have to do a bit extra work to keep her from doing something rash or impulsive.

Word Count: ~5.8k

Warnings: drinking, bad family dynamics, mention of death, kind of angst, reader is demi-fae

A/N: oh my gosh I love this idea and I got a bit carried away, I’ll have to do part two. I love your requests so much and you’re so kind, please keep sending them! I’m doing well, and I hope you are! part two will have more angst/fluff

She made frequent trips to Orynth, her Fae form allowed her to travel quickly. Monthly, at least, and Aelin got pissy when she missed a visit. Always claiming she’s one of the only people she can stand. Maybe because she refuses to use their friendship to gain any kind of influence, and always manages to drag the Queen into trouble of some sorts. 

She lived rather close, her father a minor Lord in Eldrys. 

She had no idea Aelin was the Queen of Terrasen when they met.. Aelin was in disguise when they met. Out seemingly by herself, although a few broody looking males were in attendance as well. It was a minor holiday, but one Eldrys always celebrated - and looked forward to how the Queen and King of Terrasen would visit. 

It wasn’t uncommon for newcomers to wander into their Tavern around the holiday, and a new batch came in. Two broody looking males, and one female who was nearly bouncing with excitement. It was easy to count the blades on them, but they didn’t scream danger to her, so when the female, Lillian, approached the table they dealt her in. 

She was horrible, absolutely horrible, and with a quick glance to her friend they lowered the betting pool. It always felt wrong to drain a stranger of their coins. 

But, Lillian laughed it off and played a few more rounds. One of the males with her joined, and he was much better. 

Somehow, they ended up in a drinking contest. Lillian matched her round for round, until she finally tapped out. A true northerner, then. From Orynth - based on the accent. 

“That’s the closest anyone’s gotten to beating her,” one of my friends, Edde, told her with a smile. Lillian laughed and said she’d get me next time. 

And the next day, as she was being introduced as a member of the lord’s household, she was shocked to see Lillian - no her Majesty, Aelin Whitethorne Galathynius, Queen of Terrasen, wink at her. 

Weeks later, she received an invitation to Orynth - only her. Her entire family buzzed with excitement, spitting out different things to mention, how lucky she was, and questioning why it was her. The youngest child with no particular influence, and no desire to have any. And born to her fathers second, short lived, marriage.  

-

“We needed a second round. This time on my own turf,” the Queen grinned at her, and disguised herself again, a bit more heavily this time, before taking her out into Orynth. Y/n beat her, barely, but ended up stumbling to the castle in laughter, leaning up against each other. 

“Ignore the broody males,” Aelin whispered to her conspiratorially.  

Y/n gave a quick, fumbling, curtsey that almost knocked her off balance. “Easily done.” A snort sounded from behind them, and 

They went back through a side entrance, less heavily guarded, and discreetly made their way into the castle. As soon as they entered, Aelin straightened, walking through the castles elegantly. If she hadn’t been with her the last few hours, she’d have no idea the Queen was currently wasted. 

Y/n collapsed into bed - waking to water and pain relief on the table beside her. She thanked the Gods for whoever did that, and cursed herself for not noticing anyone entering the room. 

The friendship blossomed from there. 

-

Her mother made a promise to her, and her siblings, from a young age. She would never force us into a marriage. Her mother, Fae, raised her herself, rather than in the castle - for the first fifteen years of her life until her untimely death. The rest of her family were all humans, but never carried any public resentment to her for her heritage. When she settled, things began to change. 

She sent word to Aelin as soon as it began, and she insisted on y/n coming to Orynth for the duration of it - where it would be safer, both for her and the people surrounding her. 

-

“Through this marriage, you and your children could provide centuries of security and relations for Eldrys.” Her father beamed with excitement, and yes, she knew he wanted the best for Eldrys in the long run - but his mind was obviously centered on the short term gains, and the extra power he could gain for himself. Something rolled in her stomach. Children. He wanted her to spit out babies. 

“You said you would keep her promise.” She seethed, and his eyes turned cold. 

“Your mother made the promise, without my input.” His words were calculated, cold, and stung. At the end of the day, he couldn’t force her to do anything, but he could get damn near close - and make her life difficult if she chose not to. There’s a thousand things she could say - she could insult his honor, tell him he’s disrespecting her memory, or spew hateful comments that would strike home, but she’d save those for later - if they became necessary. 

Y/n cleared her throat, “I’m due for a visit to Orynth.” 

“That can’t be delayed?” He raised his brows. 

“Her majesty will be disappointed if I’m unable to make it.” She rolled her shoulders back, tilting her chin up. 

“Very well,” her father muttered. “Do try and make it shorter this time.” 

For that, she might extend it. And take some trips of her own. Y/n ignored him, stalking from the room to pack her things, her departure was set for dawn. 

-

‘I have news,” y/n grumbled as Aelin led her towards her private rooms. 

“Not the pleasant sort, I’m assuming?” Aelin glanced at her. 

“How ever did you know?” 

“You look like you smelled pig shit, and you’re stomping.” 

Y/n snorted, and crossed the doorway - heading for her favorite chair and flopping into it. 

“He’s trying to marry me off. Turn me into a broodmare.” She closed her eyes, forcing a few deep breaths to calm the rage bubbling inside her at the memory of their conversation. 

Opening them, she saw flames dancing in the Queen’s eyes. “Breaking your mother’s promise?” 

“He said she made it without his input.” 

“That’s bullshit.” Aelin said through gritted teeth, a muscle in her jaw clenching. 

-

Aelin was pissed. Beyond pissed. Y/n’s father - going back on a promise made to his daughter. One her friend always cherished. And, the hurt and upset in her friends eyes only fueled her own temper. She clenched her fists, extinguishing the small flames that began to dance at her fingertips. 

Over the years, she’s grown particularly protective of y/n. The closest friend she’d made in centuries, and another immortal. The loss of most of her court, centuries ago, hit her hard. Maybe if she invited y/n into her court officially - although she already considered the female a personal advisor, it could deter her father. But y/n would protest - on principle. She never had any interest in politics or ruling territory - she has six older brothers. Plenty to take over from her father when the time comes around. 

“Did he say who?” 

“Someone in Doranelle.” Her voice grew quiet. Doranelle - although a good place to live, filled with good people - now that things had changed, it’s somewhere Aelin would never visit, and it would be difficult for y/n to visit. It would isolate her from her friends and family. 

Her father wants the trading routes, the extra income and resulting power it could bring him. And, given y/n has settled, it would bring centuries of possible guarantees to Eldrys - if the marriage works. But - using his daughter as a pawn to bring that to fruition. Absolutely unacceptable in her eyes, there’s several other ways to bring that around. 

“I can handle this on my own.” Y/n said firmly, noticing the look on Aelin’s face. 

-

Her friend was already thinking of a myriad of different ways to interrupt her fathers plan, but this is something she can handle herself. If it came down to it, she could always leave. There’s not much for him to hold over her, and she has enough skills she can find employment somewhere else. Besides, herbs and tonics she makes sell well, even under her pseudonym. 

“If you need help, let me know.” Aelin replied - a mischievous glint in her eyes. Y/n realized she might have to do a bit extra work to keep her from doing something rash or impulsive, maybe even let Rowan know. Although she’s not sure if that would help, at all. 

Thankfully, the subject changed, and the rest of the weekend passed in good fun. 

-

Another month passed, another visit to Orynth, and her father hadn’t brought the subject up. She hoped he’d forgotten about it, heeded her words and the reminder of her mother’s promise. It’s the least could do to honor her memory. 

But, by the time the next visit rolled around, her father already had a male in mind - one she hadn’t heard the best things about. Living in a port city did have some benefits, she could ask a few discreet questions and get some answers rather quickly. She heard that he’s ‘cold and a bit nasty but not the worst.’ 

The guards let her in through the gates, recognizing her by now, and she strode right for Aelin’s rooms. Nobody interrupted her thankfully, considering she’s on a warpath. 

She flung the doors open, and without scanning the room, started speaking. “He already has a gods-damned male picked out. And not a good one.” She seethed. Someone cleared their throat. 

Aelin and Aedion were there. 

“Hello Aedion,” she gave him a quick smile, before turning back to Aelin. “I told him he had no honor, and that he’s being a selfish bastard.” 

Her approving grin made y/n feel slightly better. “What did he say?” 

“That he ‘doesn’t care of my opinion on the matter,’” she quoted, “as if the matter doesn’t involve me at all.” 

Before Aelin could respond, a small knock on the door sounded and a male she’d only heard of strolled in. “I came to see what the fuss was about.” 

Long blonde hair, dark-eyed, bronze skin, and an air of irreverence to him. Fenrys - Aelin’s main emissary, whom she hadn’t crossed paths with. Beautiful - was the first thing to come to mind, and she forced herself not to look at him, lest she end up staring like an idiot. And - she got the sense he gets that a lot, the last thing she wants to do is play into a male's ego.

Instead, she made for the couch Aelin sat on, and sat next to her - not particularly elegantly, and with a long exhale. 

She saw his gaze fix on her, scanning her body, instead of blushing or forcing herself to turn away, she copied his actions, and tilted her head. 

Aelin saved them the grief of introductions, “Fenrys this is Y/n, Y/n this is Fenrys.” She waved between the two of us. 

“Pleasure to meet you.” She half-grinned, 

“Likewise.” He nodded, and took a seat in a chair across from them, propping his feet up on the table. Aelin eyed them, like she might knock them off, but ignored it. “What did I interrupt?” 

-

“Nothing of your concern,” Aelin said sweetly, and felt y/n’s appreciation. She’d already given Aedion a look that said, keep your damn mouth shut, and the male gave her a subtle nod. Of course, she didn’t miss the small tension between the two of them - and the look they gave each other. Maybe a solution would work out on its own. She turned to y/n, “I need you here for a few weeks.” 

“I doubt that,” y/n rolled her eyes. 

“Are you going to ignore an order from your Queen?” Aelin was half-joking. 

“I have a business to run.” 

“And your friend can manage for a few weeks. I know you keep months of backstock.” Y/n’s lips pressed into a tight line. “Write to her. I need my personal advisor.” 

“I’m not your advisor.” Y/n narrowed her eyes. Aelin only gave her a saccharine smile. 

“Informal advisor. Source of sanity. Best friend.” 

A choking noise came at the last one, “I thought I was your best friend,” Fenrys looked vaguely offended. 

“I can have more than one.” She waved her half, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Are you going to ignore an order from your Queen?” 

Y/n groaned, “when you put it that way.” 

She watched the female head to her desk, grab some paper and wrote two missives, and headed right out to post it. 

“Why have you hidden your pretty friend from me?” Fenrys asked after she was out of hearing range. 

“I’m not hiding her,” Aelin raised a brow. “You haven’t been here.” He had been gone frequently over the last several years, only coming back for a week or so to give reports before heading somewhere else. It is a bit strange the two haven’t crossed paths before now. “Maybe you need some extended time back in Orynth.” She offered. 

“A break would be nice,” Fenrys admitted and a tang of guilt ran through her. She never forced him to go anywhere, but he’d accepted everything she offered. 

“Get that look off your face,” Rowan slid through the door. How long had he been listening? “You can’t make that bastard do anything he doesn’t want to.” 

Fenrys’s agreement reassured her. “Then stay here for a while,” she said firmly. 

“Why was y/n on a warpath?” Rowan questioned. 

Her father is getting pushy. She spoke to him directly. His face tightened, but he didn’t reply, instead launching a few questions to Fenrys, about his latest assignment. In Doranelle - somewhere she’d been hesitant to ask him if he wanted to, but surprisingly he agreed quickly. 

“One of their minor lords is looking to establish more ties to Terrasen. Specifically Eldrys, the rumor says it’s through marriage.” 

Y/n’s father really is pushing the subject. 

“Which one?” Rowan asked mildly. She couldn’t keep anything from him, and he knew almost everything about y/n’s situation. 

The description of the male made her stomach turn. Not horrible, but cold and nasty. Absolutely no way she’d let her best friend end up in that situation. Even if she had to write to her father herself. Y/n might be pissed at her for it, but if it came down to it - she would do it. 

-

She knows what Aelin is trying to do - get her away from Eldrys for a while. And she appreciates it, even if she’s being a bit fussy. Plus, some time in Orynth does sound nice. Maybe she can scout out somewhere to work or live, if she ends up leaving her home. Which is becoming more and more likely by the day. It’s nice out, and a walk through the city always calms her nerves. 

It wasn’t long before she made it back to the castle - just as the sun was setting. 

Aelin dragged her right to her closet, saying they were going for a night out - to celebrate Fenrys’s return.

She disguised herself, and threw some clothes at y/n. Fenrys, apparently, had told Aelin he wanted to see one of their competitions in action. She’d never turn down a challenge. 

-

Fenrys watched in amusement as the two females stumbled back towards the castle, arms looped around each other's shoulders - laughing the entire time. Rowan had already stopped them from falling once - only for Aelin to hiss at him and call him a fussy bastard. He’s glad he’ll be staying here for a while - and that y/n will too. Just to get to know his replacement, for Aelin’s best friend. Not that it’s a competition. 

-

Y/n isn’t exactly sure how it happened, but Fenrys started seeking her out over the weeks she spent there, and she started seeking him out as well. At first, she thought Aelin put him on to it, but the Queen denied any involvement. 

They didn’t spend time together alone, but she found herself drawn to him like a magnet. In a crowded room or tavern, she’d always keep an eye out for him, wanting to know where he was. Aelin teased her lightly, asking a couple of questions that she carefully deflected. She convinced him to dance with her one night, and he was a surprisingly horrible dancer, and stepped all over her toes. She ended up stomping on the insole of his foot, and he watched himself more carefully after that. She spent time with Aelin, of course, but Fenrys was there more often than not. 

He did claim he was her best friend, so maybe it’s normal for them to be in each other’s company that frequently. She thought she should feel jealous or upset, but Aelin deserves good friends. And she enjoyed his company. But - if Aelin stopped demanding her monthly visits - then she would have a problem. 

-

When she arrived back home, she knew something was wrong. Instantly, based on the looks on her brother’s faces - half pity and half outrage. “I’m sorry,” one of them mumbled. “He’s in his office.” 

She made right for the room, carefully closing the door behind her. She didn’t bother to change out of her traveling clothes. 

“What is it?” She hissed. 

“Nice to see you too, daughter.” He said, without looking up from his papers. 

“What is it?” She repeated, her anxiety growing with each word. 

“You should be happy, your engagement will be announced any day now.” 

She froze. “Is it now?” Her voice grew cold, and low. “I don’t believe I agreed to any engagement.” 

“We’ve been discussing it for months.” He finally lifted his head to meet her, and flinched slightly at the pure rage he found. 

“Cancel the announcement.” 

“I cannot.” 

“You can,” she snarled, canines flashing “but you won’t.” 

He eyed her with some distaste. “A beast then, like your mother.” Y/n froze in place, debating the merits of patricide, or if she should throw something at him. But he kept running his damned mouth. “I only married her so you wouldn’t be born a bastard. I shouldn’t have bothered.” 

Her jaw went slack, she felt heat burning in her chest, and her heartbeat starting to thrum in her ears. “You shouldn’t have.” She managed to say, before storming from the room like a child throwing a tantrum. But, she didn’t care, not as she made her way to her room to post an urgent message - one to Aelin, and one to her friend - explaining what happened and that she’d be gone for an undetermined amount of time. And to close the shop. 

-

Aelin received a letter the day after y/n left, surprisingly. It wasn’t like her to write this quickly, and she had a bad feeling about it. 

He’s planning to announce an engagement. Can I come stay for a while? 

Aelin didn’t bother replying, she sent Fenrys instead - he could move quicker in his wolf form. She explained as much as she could the layout of the area, from what she could remember, and told him to be discreet - and to bring y/n back with him. 

-

Aelin didn’t tell him the specific reasons behind why she was sending him over to Eldrys, but he didn’t complain too much. Only that y/n would be preparing to leave, and not to come back without her. That - he had a bad feeling about, but Aelin told him the layout of the house and he trusted himself enough he should be able to sneak in, if necessary. 

Outside where her bedroom should be, he saw an undeniable figure fluttering around the room, shoving things into a small pack. 

He bent slightly, picking up a small stone. Smooth, round, and not large enough to cause any real damage. He tossed it so it would hit the window pane. She jumped, turning to face the window. 

-

A loud thunk on my window, and she had no idea what the hell it could be. Maybe it made her a bit dumb to go investigate it, but she did anyway. She has enough magic to throw a small shield up if necessary. 

She slid the glass pane open to see clearer, and peered out. 

Fenrys. Standing in the garden beneath her window. Aelin sent him. 

Maybe she should be annoyed, but her pulse fluttered instead, and she grinned at him. 

A second later - with a small flash, he was inside her room. She stumbled backwards, hitting the wall, and threw a hand over her heart. 

“I forgot you can do that.” She kept her voice low, eyes darting towards the door, listening for anyone who might be approaching. 

“It’s useful, on occasion.” 

She watched as he scanned the room, seeing everything in disarray. She’d been combing through, taking anything that might be of some value to her, including the cash she’d carefully collected, and various irreplaceable items. And any of her weapons. Her pack was already full of the essentials - long ago, at Aelin’s insistence, she’d started keeping some clothes at the castle. In the rooms specifically designated for her. She shifted back and forth on her feet. It felt awfully personal for him to be in her room, her childhood room. She didn’t mind it, but now her mind was only focused on leaving - on getting the hell out of this place. Her father couldn’t announce an engagement without her there, an engagement to someone she’s never met. 

“Are you ready to go?” He asked, sensing her unease. 

“Yes.” Her throat bobbed. 

“Lead the way,” he motioned, and she headed for the window. She’s not too far off the ground, and the pipe is strong enough for her to shimmy before jumping. “Sneaking out, I like it.” He commented, and she was grateful for his amusement. 

They cleared the area quickly, and she took to the outskirts of the city - avoiding anywhere she might run into people. People who would ask questions. Once they’d cleared the city, they shifted - running, not at a brutal pace but still running, back to Orynth. It was … fun, running with him through the forests, even if he was a giant pony-sized wolf, and she a normal sized fox, she would dart in front of him to cut him off, sending out chitters of laughter when he growled, and darting through trees to avoid him. He managed to knock her off balance once, and she retaliated by nipping at his heels. She needed the run, to clear her head. In animal form it was so much easier, the thoughts weren’t as loud, and everything seemed simpler - her mind didn’t whirl with all of the repercussions that could be headed her way. Most likely, hopefully, she’ll just be disowned. 

They shifted back to Fae forms once they reached the outskirts of the city. 

“Did Aelin explain anything?” She asked hesitantly. 

“Of course not.” He snorted, looking at her from the corner of his eyes. 

“Typical.” She forced a half smile on her face, and thankfully he didn’t push her for answers. Although he’d find out soon. If she’s moving to Orynth, everyone will end up knowing. 

-

Aelin was still seething when Fenrys arrived a few hours later, y/n in tow. 

She crossed the room, grabbing her friend in a tight hug, y/n squeezed back before releasing her. “Thank you,” she murmured. 

“I should’ve taken care of this sooner.” Aelin grumbled. 

“I’m taking care of it now.” She saw how y/n forced a smile onto her face. “He can’t announce it if I’m not there.” 

“Can I be filled in now?” Fenrys asked from where he was leaning next to the door. Y/n gave her a quick nod.

“Her father has been trying to force her into a marriage to someone in Doranelle,” Fenrys’s eyes flickered in recognition, before narrowing. “Even though she was promised that would never happen.” 

Y/n cut in for the rest of the story. “As soon as I got back, he told me the engagement would be announced in a few days. I’ve never met him, only heard a few things - none of which are pleasant.” 

Aelin carefully watched Fenrys’s every movement and reaction. Angry, she could tell he was angry for her, and … maybe a bit scared? She knew he grew attached to her over the last few weeks, with her extended time spent here. 

“Good thing that won’t happen.” He said, his voice a bit tight. 

“And good I don’t have any sisters he can try and pull into it.” She let out a joyless chuckle. “At this point I’m not sure how he’ll react.” 

“He’ll leave you the hell alone.” Aelin snarled. “I’m sure he knows exactly where you are, and he can’t do a damned thing about it.” 

“I’m sure he’s smart enough not to try.” 

“It’s not even the engagement that pissed me off the most.” Y/n sat heavily, and pinched the bridge of her nose. Aelin watched as she exhaled slowly, looking up at her, silver lining her eyes. “He said he only married my mother so I wouldn’t be born a bastard. And called me a beast, ‘like my mother.’” 

A reference to her Fae heritage. Aelin knows some … resentment against Fae still exists in parts of Terrasen, but right now she’s seeing red. 

“You can’t kill him.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” She snapped, before giving an apologetic glance to y/n, who didn’t look offended. 

“There’s plenty of other ways to gain ties to other countries, than using a daughter as a pawn.” Fenrys’s tone was neutral, diplomatic - almost, but Aelin saw the way his eyes blazed, just like her own were. 

“And he’ll have to figure that out.” Y/n leaned back, seeming to sink into the couch cushions - like they might swallow her whole. “There’s a lot to figure out,” she mumbled, under her breath. 

“And good thing you have us to help.”

Aelin watched as he crossed the room, taking a seat next to her, and squeezing her knee. Her friend sent an appreciative smile - and her … was y/n blushing? Her cheeks pinked slightly. Oh, she would be making fun of her for this later. Asking a lot of questions. 

-

She felt the warmth of his hand on her knee, and the gentle squeeze was more reassuring than any words had been. Then, she realized just how close he’d sat to her, and the intensity in her eyes, and felt her cheeks flush. Instead of looking away, she gave him a tentative smile. He returned it with one much more confident that hers, squeezing her knee again before leaning back, stretching over the couch and interlacing his hands behind his head. 

“Maybe I’ll move to Orynth.” She mused, ripping her gaze away from the male, back towards her friend. 

Aelin’s eyes lit up and her smile was radiant. “That is the perfect solution. If I remember correctly, an old herbalist is due to retire soon, with no apprentice.” 

“I’ll go find him tomorrow. And start looking for a home.” There’s a lightness in her chest, one she hadn’t felt in months. Ever since he father started bringing that up. 

After her father started speaking about the engagement, she discreetly transferred her private funds to a bank in Orynth. Her mother taught her early on to plan for the worst. 

“You can live here.” Aelin frowned. 

“Not permanently.” The Queen looked vaguely offended, but left it alone for now. “I need a nap,” she yawned, before excusing herself from the room - looking forward to a hopefully peaceful sleep. 

-

Fenrys’s eyes followed y/n out the door, debating if he should go after her, ask if she might want some company. “Too bad Eldrys is too useful.” He sighed, turning back to Aelin. 

“So … y/n.” 

“Don’t start.” He snarled half-heartedly at her. 

“You’re smitten.” Her eyes gleamed, and Fenrys debated the merits of throwing himself out the window, to get out of this conversation. Aelin wouldn’t leave it alone until he gave her something. 

“She’s fun to be around.” He narrowed his eyes, all while praying she wouldn’t push any further and deflected, “I threw a rock at her window.” 

“Please repeat that.” 

“I threw a rock at her window.” He cocked his head, watching his Queen. She looked like she might laugh or scold him. “It didn’t hit the glass, give me some credit. It was only to get her attention.” 

Footsteps sounded down the hall, and moments later Rowan slid into the room. “Did it go well?” He glanced between the two of them, his face as stoic as always. 

“He threw a rock at her window.” Aelin snickered. 

Rowan’s head snapped to him. “You what?” 

He groaned, and left the room, not bothering to explain to either of them. Instead, Fenrys found himself heading towards y/n’s rooms. He’d never actually visited them before - considering she rarely spent time there, but knew exactly where they were. 

He keeps thinking of how he could’ve lost her, and had no idea what was happening. But, she wasn’t his. Not really. Maybe he could work on changing that. Aelin’s right, he was smitten. 

-

She didn’t realize she wanted company, not until he knocked on the door. Of course she knew exactly who it was - his scent is … why does she have his scent memorized? 

She swung the door open, stepping aside for him to come in, if he wished, but he leaned against the doorway. 

“Aelin never told me about it.” 

Y/n rolled her bottom lip between her teeth. “I didn’t tell her to keep it a secret, I thought I’d have more time to handle it.”

“Did you ever consider it?” 

She thought that was a strange question to ask, but answered honestly. “Not for a second.” His shoulders relaxed slightly. “Do you want to come in?” 

“Sure,” he strode inside. The rooms are cozy, a low table surrounded by a small couch and a few armchairs, a few bookcases, a fireplace - and a small set up to make tea. 

“Tea?” She asked, heading for the kettle, if only to give herself something to do. 

“Sounds nice.” 

She turned and gave him a small nod. Nervous, she realized, she was nervous. Acting like a skittish school-aged girl with a crush. At least making tea busied her hands, and he was good at making small talk. Once it was finished, they each sat in one of the armchairs. She curled her legs up underneath her, kicking off her shoes. 

“Do you …” he swallowed, “need to talk about it?” 

She took a small sip of the still too hot tea, and winced as it burned her tongue. “No, I think I’m alright.” 

“Are you really?” He cast a sly glance at her, blowing on his own cup. 

“I’m alright with not talking about it.” She clarified, and he snorted. 

“If you do want to …” 

“You’re here?” She guessed, taking a sip now that it was a bit cooler. 

“I was going to say Aelin, but I’ll listen if you’re desperate.” 

She choked on her drink, and he reached over to thump on her back, only making the tea spill over her pants. Quickly, she sat it down. 

His face was red, and an apology on his lips, but she laughed. “I needed to change anyway.” He tossed her a towel and she managed to sop up most of it, before standing. “You can make it up to me, and make another cup.” Her eyes danced, and she left to the bedroom, wondering if he’d actually stay and make it. 

Sure enough, she came out to a fresh brew, and Fenrys - his face turned back to the normal shade now. He handed it to her silently, watching as she took a sip. Perfect - better than what she made. “You’re forgiven.” 

He exaggerated his relief, “Thank the Gods.” He clasped his hands together, looking up to the ceiling. 

“Didn’t Aelin kill them?” She asked idly, tracing her finger around the edge of the cup. “You should be thanking me.” 

“Thank you for your forgiveness, kind Lady.” 

She scrunched up her face, giving him a dirty look. “Not a lady. I’ll likely be disowned.” His face grew taut, his expression a bit wary - as if he didn’t know whether or not this was a good thing. “That would be a relief.” She added. 

Fenrys laughed, “you’d give up any titles?” 

“I didn’t want them in the first place, and I’m the last child - to a beast apparently.” Her expression soured, the words still ringing in her ears. Did he ever love her? Or only didn’t want to have a ‘bastard’ attached to him, like it was such a horrible thing. “They divorced months after I was born and I lived with my mother until I was fifteen.” 

She wasn’t sure why she was telling him this, but it felt right. 

“Did you live in Eldrys?” 

“A bit further out, closer to the woods.” The cabin still stood, technically in her name, but she couldn’t bring herself to go back often - or to live there. 

He must’ve sensed her discomfort, because he changed the subject, “How did you meet Aelin?” 

-

“She didn’t tell you?” Fenrys saw her eyes dance in amusement. 

“Only that she was visiting Eldrys.” 

“I beat her first at cards, then in a drinking contest, and she invited me here for a rematch.” 

He bit back his laughter. That sounds very much like Aelin, and something she would do. A century had passed since most of their original court died, and he knew she found making friends to be difficult. Maybe something about y/n made Aelin latch onto her. Or her competitive streak. “Has she won yet?” 

Y/n shook her head. “The day she does, I’ll hide out of shame. You’ll never see me again.” 

“Then let's hope you keep beating her. You’re fun to have around.” 

He watched her shift slightly, heard her heart beat a bit faster, and a bit of smugness came over him. But - he had to tread carefully, and he knew that. 

Still, maybe whatever it was about y/n that attracted Aelin, was getting to him too. She’s something of a magnet, and a twisted part of him is glad she was driven here.

#fenrys x reader #fenrys x y/n #fenrys moonbeam x y/n #fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys moonbeam #throne of glass fic #throne of glass x reader #not proofread too well because I was excited

[roanniom]

Eddie loves to jumpscare you. It's a curse.

LOL he so does though.

The thing about Eddie is that he has a final girl fetish, and he sees you as the scream queen of his dreams. The man loves horror movies like nobody's business and he spent most of your friendship before you began dating imagining it was you every time he saw some babe take her top off in a slasher. But like I said, he's into final girls. He likes 'em plucky and feisty and ready to put up a fight to make it to the end.

So Eddie loves jumping out at you from behind doors or couches or anything really because he loves that you immediately scream and lash out. He's gotten bashed in the face more times than he can count, but he's always immediately laughing and engulfing you in the biggest hug, mainly to stop your thrashing limbs.

(I also like to think that Eddie has a secret fantasy where he wants to roleplay where you're actually a final girl and you fuck him to celebrate being alive, like some kind prize. Kinda like a gender role reversal, you know how male hero characters always get to fuck the girl of the dreams at the end of an action movie or whatever? Yeah. Eddie Munson wants to be your boy toy. But that's a story for another day).

#anon #eddie munson thots #eddie munson discourse #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader

[danikamariewrites]

𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕊𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

Chapter One : Welcome Home

A/n: sorry for the very long wait between chapters but I think that’s how it will go with this series. I really want to take my time and make sure I like each chapter before posting and I hope you guys like this one too.

Warnings: mention of trauma and abuse

For forty-nine years the Forest House felt empty. But one bright afternoon the house miraculously felt full again. You have no idea how you knew the others returned. Something in your mind was screaming at you. Telling you that something changed. Urging you to look at the chaos.

Lady Briar raced to your room to tell you the good news. She was practically out of breath as she attempted to formally explain that your father and other members of the court had finally returned home. You broke down in joyful tears. Your father was home!

Nothing held your focus all day as you waited for him. No sketches or paintings. None of your books. You just paced your bedroom, even during meals.

By the time the sun had set you were on edge, wondering when he’d come to see you. When your father finally came to you he burst into tears upon staring at you. The first words out of his mouth were, “Look at you. My little flame, all grown up.” Those words hit you like a ton of bricks. The dam of your tears broke at the pain behind his words as you both silently mourned the time you’ve lost.

You threw yourself at your father. Wrapping your arms around his neck tight, like he’d be taken from you again.

Something was wrong. You knew it as soon as you made contact with him. His scent. His mental walls. Something terrible had happened to him. Discreetly probing your father’s mind you found a hole in his defenses that you could slip through. Pulling closer to him with the ruse of a longer embrace you dove into your father’s mind.

As you began your search an excruciating chill gripped your mind. You saw everything and it was horrifying. Years of death and destruction and cruelty. Then, five boys, all older than you, standing by father’s side. Expect the one with longer hair. He was clearly estranged from your family. A woman standing with them who you’re the spitting image of. Her red hair and freckles are the ones you see in the mirror everyday. The seven High Lords. A human girl beating the evil queen. Everyone freed.

It took all your strength to not scream as the images flashed quickly. To not push your father away from you. You had a hunch he had been lying to you, but not like this. The longer you held onto the male your skin felt like it was on fire.

Beron let go of you, holding you by your shoulders to take you in. “Gods,” He whispered with a wide grin, “look at you. I’m so sorry I left you, little flame. I promise you I will make up for all the time we missed together.” Beron caressed your cheek. It took all of your strength not to flinch away from his burning touch.

“I know you will, father. Can you stay for a bit longer?” You slightly plead like a child would. “Not much longer, little flame. There’s a lot to do, but I’ll come see you everyday.” He promised. You catch up for a few more moments before he leaves. Once Beron was down the stairs you let out a long, shaky breath. You began to pace again as a new kind of anxiety rushed through your body.

As you took deep breaths and shook out your hands you thought about everything you had ever been taught. Everything you read about in the library. Beron and Lady Briar must’ve hidden the books that were truly important in anticipation of your trips to the library. They had to. There was so much missing.

From battles to the history of your mother there was nothing. And five, perhaps six, brothers? Maybe you had been looking in the wrong places. Your stomach churned at the thought of Beron and Lady Briar making up a whole history of the court to teach you.

You no longer know the man you call father. The male you once thought of as your protector is now a stranger to you. This thought didn’t upset you. No, it angered you. You’ve had fifty years to perfect your powers without your fathers supervision. It was time to use it against him. Beron wanted a weapon and now he has one.

Waiting until the Forest House was asleep you donned your black cloak, heading down the stairs. You stick to the shadows rushing to one of the side entrances of the main house you’ve been using. Silently stepping into the house you headed towards the bedroom wings, ignoring the library for the first time in five decades. The truth you are searching for isn’t in the stacks but the minds of your family.

Cauldron that’s odd to think. Family. A small smile pulls at your lips as you approach what you think is your mother’s room.

Noticing the guards outside her doors you fall back into the shadows, darting into a hidden servant's passage. Pressing your back against the wall you mentally prepare yourself to breach your mother’s mind. Cauldron, is this wrong? You asked yourself. The downside of not having a tutor for your powers is not knowing how you should use them or how to ethically use them.

But, if you are using them to save your family from Beron then it was fine. Right? Yes. He is evil and a liar. You nodded at the finality in your own head.

Resting against the dark passage wall you close your eyes. Focusing on your sleeping mother. On her unguarded mind and began sifting through her horrid memories.

By the time you raced back to your tower you couldn’t hold the tears back. The churning in your stomach returned as the images of Beron’s abuse on your siblings and mother flashed in your mind. Throwing yourself on the floor you began to violently shake.

It wasn’t just the abuse that got to you. It was the fact that he lied to them about you. And so…there was no word for it. Awful, everything was just awful. How could he take you from them?

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