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anticanonsposts · 3 months

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könig taking care of us on our period but also not being afraid to fuck us 🙈

muahaha here you go darling

cw: nsfw-mdni, p in v, fingering, blood, feelings of embarrassment, teasing??

You didn’t mean for it to happen but you invited your boyfriend König over and one thing led to another and now you were straddled on his lap, both of you shirtless, with no space in between the two of you, essentially consuming each other. His greedy little (big) hands were not being shy and running along every part of your body. Clawing your hands down to his fly you start to unzip it, feeling his growing hard dick under his pants. But he gently bats your hands away and instead works to take off your pants. Sitting up on your knees you help him by shimmying out of them which elicits a groan from him.

‘Eager there big guy huh?’ you tease which earns you a soft spank to your butt. Giggling, you go back to eating his face only breaking away when he says,

“Can I finger you?”

Responding with a nod and ‘mmhmm’ you start to get off of him to lay down but he stops you, ‘No I want to like this’ his eyes gleaming up at you, clearly in a horny haze. As you return your lips to his once more his right hand makes its way down to your core. Gently taking his ring and index finger he glides against your slick and runs his middle finger from your entrance up to your clit. Shivering slightly, he chuckles. Absolutely giddy with himself. He loved that he was able to please you, make you feel good, you worked so hard every day so he really enjoyed seeing you let loose.

Gripping better onto his shoulders now, he slowly slides his middle finger into you, curving it slightly, then quickly adds his ring finger.

You gasp a bit, not because of pain, but you always forget how much bigger his hands feel than other people you’ve been with.

He quickly finds a good rhythm against you, curving his fingers in and out of you, his palm rubbing against your clit each time. Tongues still down each other's throats, the two of you stay like this for a few blissful minutes. Finally, wanting more, you pull away and say, “Shit, please just fuck me König” both of you lips puffy at this point.

“Do you want it that bad, hmmm?” he teases back before coating your collar bones and chest with quick, light pecks.

Bracing yourself on his shoulders you start to shift your weight off of him and he pulls his hand from you, only for both of you to realize his fingers and palm are covered in blood.

“Oh my god!” you exclaim, this has never happened to you during sex before, some of your friends had told you how when this happened to them, it killed the mood.

König’s eyebrows raise, his face surprised with a mild concern. Was he too rough with you? You’d done this before and nothing happened? But as soon as you cover your face with your hands out of embarrassment he figures out what’s going on. But before he can react you have already lept off of his lap and run into the bathroom.

Closing the door behind you, you quickly grab some toilet paper to try and wipe any excess blood that has accumulated between your legs. You felt absolutely mortified, you were sure he was grossed out, sure he didn’t wanna see you anymore, your mind just kept filling and swimming with worry. You were broken out of this trance by a soft knock on the door. “Liebe? Please come out.”

You open the door to your boyfriend standing there with a sheepish smile. “Oh shit here, wash your hands I’m sorry” you say which only gets a chuckle from him. As he grabs some soap and starts lathering his hand under the water you say, “I’m sorry that happened, I didn’t realize I was gonna start my period today. We don’t have to continue if you don’t want, but shit you’re probably still hard, i can give you head if you want-” rambling on, only cut off by his lips meeting yours.

“Liebe, do you remember what I do/did for work? Do you think a little blood bothers me, hmm? I understand if YOU don’t want to continue but just know you will get no hesitancy from me.”

“Shit-Sorry I just thought you’d be grossed out-”

“Stop apologizing Liebling! It’s ok, I don’t mind, your body is doing what your body does….Now, do you wish to continue?” he assures you, gently gripping your face in his huge (yes i know we know he’s big but you best believe i'm gonna mention it constantly rahhhh) hands. Noticing a small smile and glint in your eyes he mimics and starts smiling down at you.

“Let’s get a towel, and you go ahead and lay down, ok?” he says grabbing an old towel from under your sink.

Doing exactly what he suggested you grab the towel and make your way back to your bed, laying it out so that your bottom half can rest on it. You shimmy up, propping yourself up on your elbows, legs spread slightly. His eyes rake up your body as he rids himself of the rest of his clothes.

Then the bed dips under his weight as he crawls his way up to you, caging you under him with his arms on either side of you. Your elbows lock around his neck, bodies pressed together once again, your mouths explore each other. That is until you are whining, legs wrapped around his waist, grinding your heat against this core.

Knowing, he’s already teased you so much, he braces himself up with one of his arms and uses the other to line himself up with you, making sure to glide against you first. Then he slowly enters you, groaning at the feeling of you wrapping tightly around him. Finally bottoming out he looks down at you, immediately you give him a quick nod, begging with your eyes for him to start thrusting. And who is he to deny you? One elbow still propped up he uses his right hand to trap your jaw to keep your eyes on him, and uses his left hand on your hips, moving you as leverage for a better rhythm.

As he fucks into you, he murmurs praise after praise into your ears, “Fuck, dummer schatz (silly darling/treasure), you’re worried a little blood would keep me away from this pussy? Nothing could keep me from enjoying you, du bist zu perfekt (you’re too perfect). Blushing from his words due to your ever growing German vocabulary all you can do is whimper back, telling him how good he feels.

At this point he really starts pounding into you, slightly bouncing your hips off the bed to meet his thrusts. You move yourself with him, taking everything he has to give you. Feeling your core start to twitch he quits his hand from your hip and pushes your right leg up by the crook of your knee so that he more directly hits your g-spot. “mmmm-König-I’m..gonna cum” you moan looking up at him with those gorgeous eyes he loves so much. “I know libeling, come apart for me, ok? I’ve got you” he replies as you start rubbing slow circles around your clit. “I’m gonna cum with you, just tell me when you are!” he grunts out, more assertive as he is nearing his own climax. After a few more strong thrusts you finally come undone “oh fuck-König–mmmcuming!” you cry, core tightening around him, white hot pleasure coursing through your body. He groans in response and buries himself inside of you, balls deep as if he’s trying to get you pregnant.

“Fuck!” you both say in unison before laughing. Carefully he pulls out of you and you sit up to ‘inspect the damage’. His dick definitely has blood on it, nothing horrific, but clearly you are bleeding. “See, I told you I don’t mind” he says before laying on his back, pulling you with him to rest on his chest.

“We better shower babe” you pipe up still a bit nervous about the blood.

“In a minute, I wanna hold you a little longer”

That was just the first time bestie: from then on any other time you were on your period but wanted to have sex….

would be one of the only times he got mildly frustrated with you

having to repeat over and over again that he couldn't care less about any blood, as long as you were down

if seeing the blood bothered you he would have you turn around so you didn’t have to see it at all

doing it in doggy so that you don’t have to see his dick come out of you covered in blood <3 he’s so sweet like that

and then would quickly clean himself and you up so that you wouldn't second guess anything

as I said he would already be so down for it, but when he found out that orgasms can help with cramps, call him tylenol because he is on you so fast

after a while you realize that he tends to overstimulate you so much more when you’re on your period…because he wants you to not be in pain

this man is the DEFINITION of a period stops nothing but a sentence

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msfantasy-comics · 3 months

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The Teen Three - Social Rescue

Platonic!Jon Kent x WonderGirl!Reader x Platonic!Damian Wagne

Summary: Jon’s high school years were rough. Subject to nasty teasing, Damian and Y/n have devised plans to make Jon a little more popular.

A/n: this story is lame! Sorry! Maybe I should focus on some other bat boys for a while.

It only took a ‘promposal’ gone wrong to plummet Jon’s social credit.

At one point of time, Jon was the quite kid no one paid attention to. His presence masked by his rambunctious cohort. Now Jon is front and centre of his High Schools attention.

Jon is now known as the kid who was humiliatingly rejected by the prettiest and most popular girl in school.

“Pfft, you’ve got to be kidding… is this a joke?” Beverly’s cruel tone filling the air with heavy dread, her humourless laugh as she side eyes her friends who seem to also be snickering at Jon’s expense. The bouquet of flowers now limp in Jon’s outstretched hands. He wants to sprint away and hide under a rock, but he’s too humiliated to move a muscle. His cheeks burning red in embarrassment. God why did he ask out Beverly, so publicly? Everyone walking into the main entrance is now witnessing his promposal rejection. Beverly lips curl into a thin line, she sees his eyes becoming quickly glossy as he stares at the floor. “Um… so like… I’m not going to prom with you… honestly I don’t even know why you’d even ask. Like… we barely know each-other.” She looks towards her friends awkwardly, as if silently discussing how weird it is that Jon asked her to prom. Not knowing what else to say, Beverly just shuffles off with her group.

The circle of students that had slowly formed around, began to disperse at Beverlys departure, some feeling sorry, and some being amused at his expense.

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Its prom night and it’s been long since Jon flopped onto his bed where he continued to limply exist.

His mind continues reeling at the humiliating rejection. His heart clenched painfully seeing his ‘promposal fail’ posted online. Many comments left under the video talking about what a looser he is for even asking the hottest girl in school out.

It’s been days since the incident and the teasing and passive remarks are not letting up.

Jon was feeling pathetic and embarrassed, there was no way on earth he would dare step foot into his high school gym.

But just like always, the door to Jon’s bedroom slams open.

“Get up looser, we’re going to prom.” Y/n’s voice rings out. Jon rolls away from the wall only to see his best friends Y/n and Damian standing in the doorway. Y/n stands statuesque in her WonderGirl uniform, whilst Damian leans against the frame with a laundered Armani suit slung over his shoulders.

“Are you mentally challenged? We are here to make him feel better, not to insult him. He already feels bad enough.” Damian reprimands Y/n, which she only shrugs off, snatching the suit from Damian’s hands and throws it on top of Jon.

“Either you can get yourself dress and get into Damian’s car or… Damian and I will dress you.” Jon only grunts rolling onto his back.

“Why? I don’t have a date. Everyone will just stare and gossip. I’m already embarrassed enough.” Y/n slowly sinks onto Jon’s bed and pokes him in the ribs.

“I will go to prom with you as WonderGirl. When everyone sees that your brought a super hero as your date, no one will even remember about your promposal fail!” She announces, buzzing in excitement which only makes Jon stare at her blankly.

“We are not meant to abuse our alter egos like this.” Jon drawls with only makes Damian roll his eyes. “I’m not going and that’s final. I’d rather just hang with you two.”

“Aw Jonny, love you too!” Y/n says, pulling Jon into a bone crushing hug that only a kryptonian could survive. “Okay so since you refuse, Damian and I will take matters into our own hands.”

Damian and Y/n share a look before nodding. “Wait - wait- not again! I’ll dress myself! I’ll dress myself!” Jon pleads, rearing from his bed and ripping open the suit protector.

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Jon’s prom entrance was just filled with oh’s and ah’s.

Not only did Jon walk the carpet with a fresh Armani suit, he had the illustrious WonderGirl hanging off his arm. The teen beauty that was on every teens wall. She was every boys dream girl, and every girl wanted to be her. In the public’s eye, she was Americas sweetheart. The girl next door that had a dazzling smile and eyes that were enchanting.

WonderGirl behaved like the perfect date. Always smiling and giggling with Jon. But the hoard of students and teachers were all too keen for photos and autographs. Jon had to break away from the crowd to catch a breath.

“Hey Kent! How’d you score WonderGirl?! You have to tell me your secret man!” A boy that Jon had never spoken to before, claps Jon’s back as if they were familiar pals. Jon locks eyes onto Beverly, whom angrily has her arms crossed over her chest, she decidedly took strides forward

“Jon, can I speak to you for a moment?” Beverly asks pointedly. Beverly begins to stare down the random boy standing next to Jon, silently demanding he leaves the two alone. The boy only awkwardly steps back, leaving the two.

“I didn’t mean for my rejection to come across so cold. I saw the video online and I felt so bad about what others were saying. Just so you know, I’m not sorry I rejected you, because every woman has the right to say no without feeling bad, I’m just sorry you were publicly embarrassed and that people were mean about it.” Jon’s face scrutinised at Beverly’s apology. She’s sorry, but not really? “I didn’t want to go to prom with you because I don’t even know anything about you. I thought you were just asking me out for clout and it just made me angry to be used like that.”

“Okay… I wasn’t asking you out for ‘clout’, I had the biggest crush on you, so I decided to ask you out.” Jon vents, to which Beverly only continues to stare down at him.

“Yeah well…. Why do you like me?”

“What?” Jon sputters.

“What is it about me that you like?”

“Um, well you’re nice…”

“No I’m not, I’m blunt, there’s nothing nice about it. What else do you like about me that isn’t surface level?” He really couldn’t think of a single thing. He liked Beverly because she had a sweet smile, was always laughing, and just having a good time, never being concerned with how others felt.

“Um…” It was in this moment, Jon understood. Beverly wasn’t a cruel girl by any means, she was angry that someone was admitting their feelings, which Beverly believe was disingenuous. She’s right, Jon didn’t know her at all, he just liked the idea of her.

“You can’t think of a single thing can you? It’s because you don’t even know me. So why would I go to prom with you? You see what I’m saying?” Jon only nods solemnly, he was too caught up in his own devastation, he had already decided Beverly was a cruel and mean girl, but the reality was that Beverly was just getting asked on a date by a stranger. “Good I’m glad we got that clear…. So can you introduce me to WonderGirl? I’m literally obsessed with her- please?”

Jon only sighs and nods in agreement which causes Beverly to excitedly clap and jump on the spot.

It’s so unfair.

How does Y/n always win? She wasn’t even part of the drama to begin with.

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darlingmbappe · 1 year

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Innocent Offer | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

Summary: Kylian begrudgingly admits his lack of sexual experience to you. As a good friend would, you offer him some help. Based on this request.

Warnings: Literally just smut, so minors don't you dare. Keep scrolling, nothing to see here! Virgin!Kylian, experienced!reader. Oral (male receiving), friends to lovers kinda, cussing. This was repurposed from another fic I wrote while I was in another fandom. I'm 99% sure I fixed all of the names/inconstancies. It's a little short, sorry guys! Let me know if I missed anything! — English is not my first language —

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“You’re lying.” The accusing words come out of your mouth through a smirk. The boy sat across from you leaning on the headboard of the huge daybed in his gameroom with crossed arms, avoiding your gaze after having just admitted something he never thought he would. Especially to you — the girl he’s been silently (but heavily) crushing on for at least an entire year.

Kylian scoffed, pinching at a loose thread on his T-shirt sleeve. “Now, why the hell would I lie about that?”

You sit on the same bouncy mattress he did, leaning on one arm while you try to catch his eyes. He’s clearly embarrassed — not that he has to be. You didn’t want to make him feel bad about it, but couldn’t help yourself from making sure you heard him right.

“You’ve never gotten a blowjob?” He purses his lips as an answer. “A handy?” He shakes his head slightly, trying to focus on anything but your interrogation. “Not even before...”

He throws his arms down in frustration. “No, alright? Let’s just make it clear that no girl has ever seen my dick and move on. Please.” He snaps in a mumble, feeling slightly humiliated at the topic of conversation.

Your hands raise in defeat, committing yourself to dropping it for his sake.

You haven’t known Kylian for that long, a little over a year at most. What began as an acquaintance through friends of friends developed into a strange friendship of its own. After getting formally introduced to each other four times at separate events and droning ‘we’ve met’ each time, there was a sort of unspoken fellowship. Once you finally got to speak at someone's birthday party at the open bar, you two didn’t stop for hours. Laughing and trading stories until your separate groups dragged you both away. Now, you see him constantly. You were always getting those 'come over' texts the second he got home from training. You two just clicked.

You watched his chest rise and fall as he did his best to focus on the giant TV mounted on the wall, giving your eyes time to feed on his tense shoulders, his exposed collar bone begging to be kissed.

You wanted him to relax; you’re not judging him, you just couldn’t believe he was a virgin. He’s just so confident… and so goddamn sexy. You were actually kind of convinced he was a man-whore. You’ve seen all these women throw themselves at him over the course of just one year, but you never thought about the fact that you’d never seen him go home with any of them until just this second.

The words ‘no girl has ever seen my dick’ echoed in your head, your thoughts have been reduced to more perverted ones. You cared about Kylian so much and you noticed the way he looked at you sometimes, so you tried to be flirty and let him know that you were very much interested... but he would turn away and get shy about it each time. You just assumed he wasn’t into you and cut your losses, satisfied enough with a close friendship with the global star. Now, you’re thinking maybe he wasn’t uninterested, just flustered.

You crawled up the bed and sat next to him shoulder-to-shoulder, leaning your back on the headboard. He stayed completely still as he felt the heat of your body next to his, wishing he had just lied or something.

Kylian looked back at his lap. “Will you stop looking at me like that?” You furrow your eyebrows, his words snapping you out of your own head. “It’s just… My whole life I've been so focused on becoming the world's greatest football star and then… I don’t know. Time flew by and all of the sudden I’m twenty four and still a…” He cuts himself off avoiding the V-word, simultaneously contradicting his whole let’s move on plea. He gulps, fiddling with his ring as if he had never seen one before. “I… I’m not going to be any good at it and I feel like women have all these expectations while sleeping with a football player, and I don’t want to embarrass myself. At this point I have to wait until it’s someone I trust, but I don’t have time for a relationship. Maybe I’m thinking too much about it.” He shrugs. “It’s not on purpose, is what I'm trying to say.”

You can’t seem to look away. He’s flustered and cute while he chews on the inside of his cheek. Maybe his shy confession has you wanting to take care of him, or maybe the infatuation you’ve suppressed for so long is coming back up to the surface; whatever it was drove you crazy. Crazy enough that you couldn’t stop yourself from saying something so bold. So direct. So out of character...

“Can I give you a blowjob?”

Kylians eyebrows shoot up, whipping his head to the side to finally meet your eyes. You could see him searching for any form of malice, he wondered if you were pulling some sadistic prank on him.

Maybe he didn’t hear you right – it was the only explanation he could come up with.

He opened his mouth to ask, but absolutely nothing came out. His lack of response kept you on the edge of your seat, giving you time to think about what you had just offered. It was ridiculous, inappropriate… he was going to think you were a weirdo. But you couldn’t back out now, it’s already out there.

“Wh—uh. I… Me?” He eventually stuttered, a blush creeping up his neck and cheeks.

“Who else could I possibly be talking to, Ky?” He just continues to stare. “Look, if you don’t want that, we can just pretend I never said anything.”

“No! I mean… yes. I mean…” He laughed awkwardly, shifting slightly to face you. Your brows pinched together, confused at his mixed response. “A-are being serious?”

“Dead serious, Mbappé.” You could see he was conflicted. You give him a few seconds to think before speaking again. “I know what you’re thinking, and I’m not just offering because you’ve never had one before. I want to do it for you. I wanna make sure you feel comfortable with the person. No judgments.” The idea of making Kylian moan sends a shiver down your spine. You see him gulp. “But, again, say the word and we’ll forget about this.”

His eyes are so wide looking into yours. “Y-you’re sure about this?” You nod, smiling and taking his hand into yours on his lap. “Then… yeah. Hell yeah.” Kylian grins, the rosey color deepening on his cheeks. He knew he would have to be an idiot to pass up this offer.

With his clear consent, you bite your lip, looking down at your locked hands and extending your fingers to free them from his lazy grip. You began to rub his palm softly, letting your finger graze off onto his jean covered thigh, going over his exposed skin through one of the rips. You applied more pressure as you slowly let your touch get closer to his crotch — Kylian’s breath hitched every time you made your way up.

You sat up on your knees and straddled one of his thighs, you continued your movements with both hands now. Looking up at him, his eyes were barely open but they stayed on you.

“You can tell me to stop at any time, okay hun?” The nickname was new, but felt right in the moment.

“Don’t.” He choked out, his hands now resting on the sheets.

Your right hand finally settled on his semi. The second it landed there he grunted, shifting himself lower on the matress. You wanted to kiss his parted lips, glistening with spit as he quickly went over them with his tongue.

You leaned in but landed your kiss on his neck just below his jaw. You wondered if anyone had ever kissed him there before as you bit the skin gently, earning a muffled groan and another gulp from the man underneath you. You continued a path of wet kisses and hickeys all over his neck, his semi now almost completely hard in his jeans. Pulling back, you looked at Kylian— his eyes threatening to close but prying themselves open, the dim light from his lamp making your spit glisten on his bruising neck. His breathing was quick and heavy. Seeing him like this under you makes you realize… you’ve got it bad for Kylian Mbappé.

Kylian couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. He must be having another one of his wet dreams or maybe took a ball to the head and was hallucinating. He had to reach out and grab your waist to confirm that this was reality. It was actually happening.

Slowly, you pop open the button on his jeans, pulling down the zipper. His erection was begging to be let loose and from what you had felt, he was definitely packing. When he lifted his hips to allow you to pull the material down to his mid thigh, leaving only his blue checkered boxers, you got your first real glimpse at what you had gotten yourself into.

You let out a soft ‘mhm’ as you let your forefinger touch his tip through his boxers, feeling the warm wetness of his precum against the pad.

“Ah, Dieu.” He breathed, digging his fingers into your hips. “Just so you know—hha, putain—I probably… I definitely won’t last long.”

You can see the apologetic look under his hooded eyes already. “Kyks, I’m not expecting you to.” You began playing with the hem of his boxers, lifting his shirt enough to see his belly button, letting your nail scratch at the minimal scruff of his happy trail. “I don’t want you to worry about that, okay?” He nodded, his warm palms rubbing your outer thighs. “I just want you to enjoy it.”

Blowjobs were kind of your thing. Your asshole ex made sure you knew how to give really good head, which was funny since he never once bothered to learn where your clitoris was. Either way, this was your area of expertise — your sexual superpower, if you will.

You pulled his boxers down, watching his length pull down until it released and sprang up, slapping Kylian’s belly.

Holy shit.

“Holy shit.” You said out loud. What a nice cock Kylian had. Long, slightly thick, a perfectly irritated mushroom head twitching against his soft skin. It definitely would be a challenge.

You palmed up his erection in one swift movement, immediately hitching Kylian’s breath, his eyes glued to your every movement. You wrapped your fingers around his tip, letting your thumb spread around his juices. You laid down between his legs, your face now inches away from his throbbing cock.

“Ready?”

“God, yes.”

Your tongue pressed flat against his slit, swirling around and tasting him like a lollipop. He moaned and threw his head back, the sound he made going straight to your aching pussy. The floodgates have opened between your legs with just the first lick, causing you to hum against him.

“Christ, (Y/N).” He hissed at the vibration.

You pulled off for a second, spitting down onto him, using your hand to spread the moisture to make it easier to take him all in. Because you were determined to take every inch of him.

Lowering your head back down, you hollow your cheeks and create suction. He shivered with a harsh exhale and reached to hold your hair back so he could see your face sinking into him.

The second your hands moved to play with his balls, he jolted. “Shit!”

You popped him out of your mouth quickly and concerned. “You don’t like that?”

“Jesus, I love it. Feels so good, amour. So fucking good.” He quickly insisted, involuntarily jutting into your hand that was wrapped around him.

With a smirk upon hearing the nicknames he called you, you took him back into your mouth and continued to squeeze his sack, bobbing your head up and down with your tongue pressed flat against his length, his eyes pressing closed with a loud moan. You looked up at him through your lashes until his eyes finally opened and met yours. Taking this opportunity, you shoved him all the way down your throat, your lips pressing against his pelvis, your nose buried in his bush of neatly trimmed hair.

He gasped then moaned, trying to form a coherent praise for you, but it came out muddled between huffs of air. You shook your head slightly against him suppressing your gag reflex as he continued to mumble incoherently under your grasp. You came back up for air, jerking him off as you stared at him… so pretty. “I- I can’t… merde. I’m gonna cum soon if you pull that shit again.”

“Am I making you feel so good, Ky?” You innocently asked.

“The fuck do you think?” He jokingly retorts at his disheveled state, making you giggle. “So good.” You had begun sucking on one of his balls, licking and swirling it in your mouth. Both his hands lifted to cover his red face and his tummy moved quickly with every breath.

You licked a stripe back up to his tip, taking all of him back your mouth without warning, deepthroating him once again. His tip pushed back behind your uvula and you were quickly bobbing your head up and down, letting his sensitive head rub back and forth against the back of your throat.

All you could hear was your gurgling sounds and Kylian’s loud huffs of air until his moans became more prominent. “I’m g-gonna cum—oh fuck—ahh!”

His warning wasn’t much of a warning, immediately feeling the hot spurts of white fill your mouth and trickle down your open throat. Your one hand squeezed his balls while the other scratched down his exposed thigh. He moaned and his whole body was twitching, squirming his legs around. You helped Kylian ride out his high until there was definitely no more cum left to give.

You lifted off of him gasping for air, swallowing everything he had given you. You looked down at his still twitching cock as it began to soften, wet with your spit and his own cum.

Now sitting up on your knees, you both caught your breaths until you broke the silence, growing impatient. “So..?”

His eyes peered into yours, a satisfied smile taking over his features. Broken between breaths, he finally spoke. “That had to be… the best blowjob… in the history… of blowjobs.”

You laughed, swinging your legs over the bed and stretching out your back. “Careful Kyks, you’re gonna give me a big head.”

“You just gave me big head.” He chuckled, pulling his clothes back to their rightful place.

You shook your head and blushed. “You’re ridiculous.” You looked at the time on your phone. “Shit. I'm late for my shift.”

He sat up as you hurriedly grabbed your things. You probably should have checked the time before you offered oral to your best friend.

“What—you’re leaving? You can’t leave… I didn’t even get to return the favor.” He argued.

“I didn’t realize that was part of the deal.” You quirked a brow as you put your boots on.

“I mean…” He blushed, watching your every move. “I’d like for it to be.” He stuttered.

You stood up smirking, walking to stand over him on his bed. Leaning down, you planted a kiss on his cheek, close to his mouth. “I’ll see you later, okay, big boy?”

You left him speechless when you walked out of his room, frozen in place. The touch of your lips against his skin invaded his body with goosebumps and then he realized: he never got to kiss you.

He knew now that no other girl could be his first. It had to be you.

Y/N: Short and filthy! So, like I mentioned, this was repurposed from an old fan account I had for a separate fandom a year or so ago. Love y'all!

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Down in Flames (modern!HOTD) 4

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pairings: modern!Aegon x Reader & modern!Aemond x Reader

summary: Tensions rise between you and Aemond. You begin to feel guilty but you're not a bad friend, right? The band celebrates the completion of their album.

warnings: 18+ spicy stuff below the cut (p in v, fingering, spanking) language.

word count: 4.7k

note: hope you enjoy this part! 💚

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“You dirty, dirty girl,” Baela says, in the middle of Stepstones, causing an older woman to glare at her from the table she sits at.

Your eyes widen as you send the woman an apologetic smile. She shakes her head at you, returning to her laptop, placing headphones in her ears. You turn back to Baela who is smirking at you, arms crossed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tell her, continuing to wipe the counter.

Baela snorts, walking next to you.

“Pretend all you want, you can’t hide these,” she says, pulling your hair from your neck, exposing the dark purple kisses that mark a trail down your throat.

You swat away her hand, fixing your hair to cover them once more. Baela bites her lip, her eyes aglow.

“Was he good?” Baela asks, eyes wide with curiosity.

“Fuck you feel so good.”

You blink, as your best friend desperately awaits all the dirty details.

“Who?”

“Cregan of course!” Baela says, shaking her head.

“Oh- right,” you say. Shit. Baela is your best friend. You can’t remember ever lying to her.

Baela laughs at your expression, your deer in the headlights look.

“I guess he really did it. He fucked your brains out,” Baela teases.

Baela sticks her finger in your ear causing you to yelp.

“Yup, I see brains!” she says examining her finger.

You can see Aemond’s face, feel his cock inside you still.

“Yup,” you squeak.

“You gonna come for me?”

You swallow hard, and blink, trying to rid yourself of the memory. You can feel the desire pooling in your stomach at the thought, and the dull ache that has resided in between your legs since you left the apartment.

You’ve been in a haze ever since.

Jace calls your name several times, though you had not noticed.

You hadn’t planned on coming to the studio the following day, you wanted as much space between you and Aegon (and Aemond) as humanly possible. But you stopped by during their lunch break against your better judgement to deliver Baela and Rhaena some food.

Aegon was not there when you arrived.

You could hardly look Rhaena in the eye as she smiled at you, accepting the takeaway. You feel like such a shitty friend, the guilt gnaws away at your stomach each time you meet her violet eyes.

Aemond is standing next to the grand piano as Helaena plays a new song. He barely glances at you when you enter. Its the first time seeing him since the other night.

After your escapade, you had pulled down your dress, and left the apartment, without looking back. You had yet to speak to Aemond about what had occurred.

“Yo!” Jace says, waving a hand in front of your face.

You blink, shaking your head, trying to clear your racing thoughts.

“She’s a little distracted today,” Baela says apologetically, causing Jace to raise his eyebrows.

“She’s been like this all week,” Rhaena says snickering, “because of her new fuckbuddy.”

You swear you can see Aemond’s ears perk up at Rhaena’s sentence, swear a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he turns his head ever slightly.

“Oh?” Jace squeaks, not meeting your eyes, clearly embarrassed by the conversation.

“Mhmm,” Baela says, placing a kiss on his cheek, “Y/N got dicked down real good.”

“Okay stop,” you beg as you watch Aemond definitely smirks this time.

Baela makes a face at you.

“What? Jace doesn’t care,” Baela assures, though Jace’s face would disagree, “besides there is no way in hell I’m gonna stop talking about my bestie getting the best dick of her life. You’ve been out of your mind all week. I’m about to send Cregan flowers.”

Your face is beet red, the mortification settling in your bones as Aemond glances to look at you. He meets your eye, a cocky, amused look on his face.

Fucking Baela.

Whatever, you suppose. It was a one time thing, and it was never, ever going to happen again. Aemond could hold onto that for all its worth, and torture you into embarassment if he wished. It was a one time thing.

Aemond keeps looking at you, holding your gaze.

A one time thing.

His lips curl in a smirk, eye dropping to scan the outfit you wear. You had to admit, you’d spent a decent amount of time getting ready to drop by. Just in case.

A one time thing.

He takes his time, looking over every inch of you. It sends a ripple of desire through you, your thighs clench together. It appears your efforts have been rewarded.

A one time thing.

Your lips part as he meets your gaze again, cheeks on fire.

A ONE TIME THING.

“Y/N!” Baela says, suddenly shaking your arm.

You break away from Aemond’s gaze.

“Okay, seriously, what is up?” Baela asks, “is it Aegon? Are you worried about what he’ll think?”

You open your mouth to speak, but Luke answers for you.

“Don’t worry about him, Y/N,” Luke says, shaking his head.

“I’m not,” you tell him, though Baela raises an eyebrow at you.

“Seriously, Aegon and I are cool,” you insist, “I’m his date to the party still.”

“Dragonpit!” Rhaena calls from the couch, pumping her fist in the air.

Luke looks toward her, a smile breaking across his face at her excitement. You force a smile as Rhaena meets your eyes.

“It’s going to be insane,” Rhaena assures you, smiling happily.

You watch her eyes flicker to Aemond, but she looks away quickly, appearing nonchalant.

“It’ll be great,” you agree, nodding slightly, “you guys deserve it.”

“Hell yeah we do,” Luke agrees, moving to sit beside Rhaena.

He attempts to steal one of her fries, and she playfully swats his hand away. Luke pretends to be offended before trying once more. Rhaena allows it this time.

You swallow hard, feeling Aemond’s eye on you. You have to get out of here.

“Where you going?” Baela asks as you make your way toward the door.

“I’ll see you tonight, at the Dragonpit!” you call behind your shoulder, pushing through the door.

Baela’s face scrunches in confusion watching you leave.

“You don’t want to stay-okay then,” she doesn’t finish, you’re already out the door.

Baela sticks her tongue into the side of her cheek, crossing her arms before looking to Rhaena. Rhaena merely shrugs.

“Good dick makes you crazy I guess,” Rhaena says, shrugging.

You get ready before Baela and Rhaena arrive back at the apartment, as you’re hoping to avoid them. Aemond has you all messed up, it feels like you can’t breathe. God you feel like such a bad friend, such a bad ex girlfriend. Especially when Aegon comes to pick you up.

“You look great,” he tells you, eyes roaming your body.

You chose a red dress, that hugs you in every way a good party dress should. The neckline is low, revealing the tops of your breasts. You’ve opted for no tights tonight, since your favorite ones now lay stuffed in the bottom of your trashcan ripped to shreads.

“You too,” you tell Aegon, giving him a soft smile.

You’re not lying, he looks all rockstar. Hair slicked back off of his face, dressed in all black. You keep your hands to yourself on the ride to the Dragonpit, though Aegon’s hand does find its way to rest on your knee as he drives. Then it creeps up to your thigh, cold rings pressing into your skin. Old habits die hard, you guess.

Shame prickles your skin at his touch, at the memory of Aemond’s hands on you.

Just one more evening. Just get through tonight and everything will be fine.

“Hottie!” Baela calls when you enter the club.

She throws her arms around you, leading you toward where everyone sits. The club is incredible. Green lights fill the room, bathing everything in a stunning jade. Music booms from the speakers as people begin to dance, some lounge on leather couches in different sections of the club.

“You look stunning,” you tell Baela, who does a little twirl.

The purple dress and knee high boots make Baela look like a goddess.

“Jace is a lucky guy, what can I say,” Baela says winking at you.

“Hey Y/N!” a familiar voice purrs.

Your head snaps toward the sound of it.

Alys.

He fucking brought Alys.

She smiles, lips her signature blood red color. The green dress she wears leaves little to the imagination as she leans forward taking a sip from her cup.

“Alys,” you say, forcing a polite smile, “nice to see you again. So soon.”

“Mhmm,” she answers, leaning back into Aemond.

Your eyes flicker to him. His expression is unreadable as his violet eye watches you. He looks good.

Like, really good.

Your try to keep your expression neutral as you take him in. The boys must have coordinated for the night, they’re all wearing all black. Aemond’s silk shirt is open at the top, revealing his chest. He wears a different chain tonight, nothing hanging from it. You swallow hard.

“Aemond,” you say, politely. He tilts his head, acknowledging you.

A one time thing then. Looks like Aemond and you were just going to pretend it never happened. Good, you supposed, that’s how it should be. So why was your stomach suddenly in knots at the sight of his arm around Alys?

Helaena makes her appearance then, easing the tension in the space. She looks incredible, like a silver star with her flowy dress that matches the shade of her hair. Her lilac eyes are coated in a silver eyeshadow as well, cheeks painted with highlighter.

“So glad you’re here,” she says giving you a loving embrace.

You hold onto her tightly, breathing in her familiar scent.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” you tell her with a smile.

As you look over her shoulder, you spot Rhaena making her way over. She keeps her eyes averted from Aemond and Alys, though you note the blush that forms on her cheeks, and her forced grin.

“Hey, Y/N!” Rhaena says, taking a sip from her cup, “are you drinking tonight? Cause I am drinking tonight.”

You raise an eyebrow at her. She’s definitely upset that Alys is here.

“Hell yeah,” you tell her, and her smile finally meets her eyes.

You’ll tell her. Soon. But not tonight.

Aemond rises from his position on the couch suddenly, and pushes by you. Alys trails behind, a green shadow.

“What’s his problem?” Rhaena snaps, tone angrier than usual.

You spot the source of Aemond’s mood shift, as Cregan walks through the door, a goofy grin on his face.

“What is he doing here?” you hiss to Baela, whose eyes lit up when he entered.

“I invited him, dummy!” Baela said waving to Cregan, “a thank you would be nice.”

Cregan walks over to you, a smile on his face. Your eyes are about to roll out of your head as Baela pushes you toward him.

“Thanks for the invite,” Cregan says, running a hand through his hair, “I thought you may not be interested anymore when you didn’t text me.”

“Oh she's interested,” Baela says from behind you, “she’s been thinking about that d-”

“DRINK!” you shout, causing Baela to make a surprised face, “I’ve been thinking about that drink that we are getting. Together. Now.”

You take Cregan’s arm and lead him toward the bar. Baela’s eyebrows knit together as she watches you lead Cregan to the bar.

She looks at the expression on your face, the nervous blush, before looking for her other friends. Baela catches Aemond at the other side of the bar, Alys beside him still. But his gaze is fixed on someone else.

Baela follows it, landing back on her best friend. She looks at Aemond once more, the clenching of his jaw. Back to you. Watch you nervously wet your lips, while playing with your hair. Your leg is bouncing uncontrollably.

Baela’s eyes are moving as though she’s watching a tennis match between you and Aemond.

No, she thinks to herself, no fucking way.

Aemond meets her eye briefly, before looking away.

Caught you.

You can feel Aemond’s eye burning a hole through the back of Cregan’s head and right into your face. Fucking hypocrite.

You try to listen to what Cregan is saying, taking small sips of your drink, nodding, and acting engaged. But you can’t focus on the cute guy in front of you. All you can feel is that purple eye watching you from across the bar.

You can feel sweat bead on the back of your neck and the room suddenly feels too hot, too crowded. You look around for your friends, but they’re lost in the excitement of the crowd. You spot Otto on the balcony sharing a drink with Larys Strong, some producer you’d met a handful of times.

You look back at Aemond and Alys, meeting his eye as Alys brings a hand to his chest, whispering something in his ear.

“I’m so sorry,” you cut Cregan off as he’s in the middle of story, “I just really have to go to the bathroom. Wait here?”

Cregan nods, and it hurts your heart. His smile is so nice, so kind. You should stay.

You make your way through the crowd, bumping into Baela. She’s slung around Jace, mid dance.

“Where you going gorgeous?” she asks, smiling wide.

“Bathroom!” you yell over the music.

“I’ll come with!”

“No!” you insist, causing her to frown, “No, I’m good. I’ll just be a sec.”

Baela watches you leave, a frown playing on her lips.

Down an empty hallway you find another bathroom, single stall. The handle is unlocked, thank the gods, and you push inside, letting the door slam behind you. You throw your clutch at the wall, and it makes a loud bang as it hits the toilet paper dispenser.

You rest your palms on the counter of the sink, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your heart is hammering out of your chest. The image of Alys with her hands on Aemond has your stomach churning.

What is wrong with you?

“Get it together,” you whisper to yourself, watching your cheeks flush with color, “you are not freaking out.”

You raise an eyebrow at your reflection.

“You are not jealous.”

You are jealous.

“You are not,” you insist, though your reflection seems to disagree.

You’re so frustrated you could cry, you want to let your fist lash out and smash the mirror to shards. The music becomes louder as the door opens, causing you to whip around.

“What are you doing?” you hiss, as Aemond closes the door behind him.

He flicks the lock into place.

“What’s wrong?”

What is wrong? You’re not even sure where to begin.

“God I am not your fucking problem Aemond!” you growl, rolling your eyes at him.

He raises a brow at you. The scent of his cologne is starting to fill the small space, making your heart pound faster.

“Whatever,” he says, but he doesn’t move.

Your breathing is labored as he watches you, and your mouth twists into a frown.

“Go back to Alys,” you snap, crossing your arms.

His lip twitches.

“You’re furious,” he breathes, inching closer.

“Go fuck yourself,” you tell him, but it only makes him smile wider.

“You are,” he says, taking a step closer, “What? My cock’s got you territorial already?”

Your jaw drops.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you snap, scoffing, trying to appear unbothered.

“I know you, Y/N,” he stalks closer to you, trapping you against the sink, “I’ve seen you with my brother for the past two years.”

He brings his hands to your hips, thumbs brushing against your hip bones. Everything zeros in on where he touches you. It feels like you’re on fire.

“All that time, I’ve never heard a fraction of the noises you made the other night, from a fucking quickie,” he tells you, causing your face to flush with embarrassment.

“You have no idea, all the ways I want to fuck you,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear.

Fuckfuckfuck.

“I wanted to, that night at The Red Keep,” he told you. You remembered him watching you. The look on his face, how he titled his head at you from across the room.

“You were such a fucking tease,” he purrs, moving a strand of hair behind your ear, “you know how hard I was? Watching you dance?”

You feel your thighs clenching together, as the feeling of his lips on your ear. You bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut.

His hands move to your ass, slender fingers digging into the soft tissue.

“I wanted to bend you over my knee right there,” he tells you, “turn this ass ten different shades of red. Get you all nice and wet. Make you beg me to fuck you.”

You’re close to begging him right now, as he takes your earlobe between his lips. A breathy wine escapes your lips and you can feel your pussy clenching around nothing, aching to be filled.

“Better late than never.”

Your eyes snap open at his words, before Aemond is spinning you around, pressing your torso onto the sink so you’re bent over in front of him. Your eyes meet his in the mirror, taking in the ravenous expression on his face.

He scrunches your dress up, revealing your ass to him. Aemond breaks your gaze, admiring the sight in front of him, squeezing the soft cheeks. He loops his slender fingers through your lace underwear, bringing it down to your ankles. You wore cute underwear, not that you expected this to happen. No, of course not. You feel the cool air against your slit, you’re already soaked.

Aemond releases a growl, low in the back of his throat, marveling at the sight of you bent over in front of him.

Slap.

His hand comes down hard on your ass, and you cry out, quickly bringing your hand to cover your mouth. Aemond quirks an eyebrow at you.

“None of that,” he tells you, “there will be other times to make you scream.”

You bite into your palm as his hand makes contact with your ass again. Your legs begin to shake from the mixture of pleasure and pain; with every slap he gives you a shockwave of pleasure goes through your center, soft whimpers leave your mouth but you do not talk back.

You turn your head, watching Aemond in the mirror. The look on his face is almost indescribable. A lusty haze covers his seeing eye.

You assume he’s satisfied as he begins to rub relief into your burning cheeks. Hopefully he’s created the color he wanted.

“Good girl,” he growls, before picking your right leg up, bending it at the knee, and resting it on the edge of the sink. You feel Aemond’s fingers run through your silky folds, and he releases a chuckle as he feels the wetness there.

“Liked that did you?” he says, meeting your eyes in the mirror and grinning wolfishly. Your cheeks are flushed, breasts pressed against the counter of the sink, but you say nothing.

Aemond likes you stubborn. It’s what attracted him to you in the first place. His eyes light up, and he presses a finger inside of you, curling the long digit. Your jaw slacks as he begins to fuck you with his finger, other hand securely on your knee, keeping you open on the sink.

“You’re an asshole,” you squeak, only causing his grin to widen, and for him to push another long digit into your weeping cunt. You curl your fingers into fists as he works you open. His eyebrows raise.

“Am I?” he asks, his voice dripping with smugness.

His fingers are searching within you, pressing against different spots as he thrusts them. Then he finds it, that sweet spongy section the head of his cock pressed against a few nights back. As the pads of his fingers stroke against it you convulse, unable to control your moans. Aemond hums at his success.

“There it is,” he murmurs, fingers curling against your g-spot. A sharp, desperate wine leaves your lips as pleasure washes over you, tingling down your legs and up your spine. Aemond brings his hand to cover your mouth.

“Shhh,” he whispers, “don’t want anyone to hear, now do we?”

The music from the launch party is muffled through the bathroom door, it makes the very walls of the room vibrate.

Aemond has a wild look in his eye as he takes in the sight before him in the mirror. The glazed over look in your eyes as he fingers you towards orgasm. Your thighs begin to shake and you wail against the palm of his hand as your orgasm crashes over you, pussy clenching around his fingers nearly forcing them out of you. Aemond holds tight, fucking you with his long digits through your orgasm until you are a trembling mess against him.

Aemond removes his fingers from your throbbing center, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean. He moans at the taste, maintaining eye contact through the mirror the entire time. Your face is flushed, eyes wide in surprise at the action.

“I can’t wait to eat this fucking pussy,” he tells you, unzipping his pants and releasing his cock. He strokes himself as you watch, the tip of his cock red and leaking with precum.

“But you’ll just have to be patient,” he purrs, lips curling up at the sight of your hopeful expression.

“Because when I do that,” he says, grabbing your face and turning your head towards him. He places a sloppy kiss on your lips, shoving his hot tongue into your mouth making you groan. Aemond pulls away, smirking, still fisting your hair.

“I want to take. My. Fucking.Time,” he finishes, before releasing you. He positions his cock against your entrance, hesitating for a moment.

“Are you sure you want to do this again?” he asks.

“Yes,” you tell him.

He grins.

“Sure?”

You roll your eyes at him.

“Don’t make me beg.”

“I’d like to hear you beg.”

You push your ass against him, the tip of his cock sliding in. Aemond’s jaw slacks as your wet heat threatens to engulf him.

“Another time,” he murmurs, pushing into you.

It feels just as glorious as the other night, the stretch his cock allows you. You can feel every inch of him as your pussy greedily suctions him.

“Aegon’s a fucking idiot,” Aemond says, wrapping his hand around your throat.

“I don’t wanna talk about him,” you choke out, as he begins to jackhammer into you. Aemond’s grin is sadistic, as he easily slides in and out of your tight, wet heat.

“I bet you don’t,” he groans, continuing his assault on your fluttering pussy. Fuck he loves the way you feel around him. Aemond holds your head up, making you look at your reflection.

“Look,” Aemond commands, “look at how pretty you look when I fuck you.”

You look out of your mind with pleasure, lips bruised from his kisses. Your hair is disheveled and fading love bites from your first encounter mark a trail down your neck. Mascara bleeds down the corners of your eyes. Your pupils are blown wide with pleasure.

Aemond leans down, his face next to yours.

“Do you like how I fuck you?” he purrs against your ear. You nod. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” you cry, far past the point of being embarassed, “Aemond I fucking love it.”

The look on his face is insatiable. Your words ignite a fire within him and he snaps his hips into you, wet squelches filling the space. You can’t believe how aroused he makes you, you can feel your slick coating your inner thighs. The head of his cock pushes perfectly against your g-spot, every thrust leaves your legs shaking from pleasure.

“I fucking love it,” you repeat. It’s a pathetic whimper, tears appear in your eyes and you are drunk with the pleasure Aemond is giving you, clutching the counter turning your knuckles white.

“Good girl,” Aemond praises, “good fucking girl.”

“Yes,” you tell him, repeating the word over and over again, feeling the coil in your abdomen about to come undone.

You’re a babbling mess, pussy clenching around his thick cock. Aemond’s thrusts are becoming sloppier, and the dam within you breaks. You feel yourself squirting all over his cock, covering him in your release.

Aemond’s mouth is open as he thrusts into you a few more times, prolonging your orgasm as he chases his.

“Such a pretty girl, cumming all over my cock,” he tells you, as he finds his release finishing within your tight heat.

You stay in the position you’re in for a moment, eyes locked in the mirror coming down from your highs. You feel Aemond’s cock softening within you, and you cannot help the whimper that leaves you as he unsheathes himself from you.

“Fuck,” you hiss, moving your leg off of the sink, shimmying your dress down your legs as Aemond’s release coats the inside of your thighs. He grabs some tissue, before kneeling in front of you.

“What are you doing?” you ask, voice shaky from the intensity of your orgasm.

“Just let me,” he says, nudging your thighs apart. He gently rubs the tissue, collecting the slick that remains and coats your inner thighs.

Shit. You can’t believe this happened again. Here of all places.

Your thighs tremble as he continues to clean you.

“You alright?” Aemond asks, looking up at you. You give him a weak nod, hips jerking as he drags the tissue against your swollen clit, just enough that you feel the shape of his fingers against you.

“Good,” he tells you, before standing.

He tosses the tissue into a trashcan.

“Cause I’m not done with you,” he tells you, unlocking the bathroom door.

Your heart jumps into your throat.

“What?” you ask, and he moves back over to kiss you.

It’s cruel how much you enjoy kissing him, the feeling of his hand holding your face, his tongue slipping into your mouth dragging a moan out from the back of your throat.

“I like fucking you,” Aemond says, a hand still holding your cheek, “I like fucking you very much and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

Your eyes are wide as you take in what he’s saying.

“And I think you like fucking me too, in fact,” a smirk comes to his face, “you fucking love it.”

Your lips part as he opens the door, holding it for you. You turn to the mirror for a moment, dabbing your mascara, running a hand through your hair so it looks a little bit less like you just were slutted out by Aemond Targaryen in a bathroom.

You exit the bathroom, Aemond trailing behind you, materialzing back to the main room.

“Y/N!” Baela says, hurrying over to you, “girl you took so long where-”

She stops noticing Aemond behind you, watching how he tucks his shirt into his pants. Baela scans you, your flushed cheeks, your bruised lips.

“Y/N-” Baela says, her eyes wide.

“Bae-”

You’re interrupted by Luke who shoves his way between you.

“Out front!” Luke says, grabbing onto your arm, “Drama. Aegon. Not good.”

You and Baela move quickly, Aemond following as you make your way to the front of the Dragonpit. A scuffle has occurred, fists are being thrown every direcition. You spot the top of Aegon’s silver head.

“Fuck you, Cargyll!” he shouts, landing another punch.

Jace leaps forward, wrapping his arms around Aegon, pulling him off of the guy. Helaena moves forward as well as tears stream down Aegon’s face. She kneels before her brother, wearing a concerned expression.

“What happened?” Rhaena asks, joining the scene.

“I don’t know,” you tell her, meeting Baela’s eyes.

The commotion has calmed, and several people are escorted out of the Dragonpit. Aegon remains with Jace, as someone approaches him.

“Aegon Targaryen?” the stranger asks.

“Who’s asking?” Aegon spits.

The man hands him an envelope.

“You’re being served.”

You and your friends go silent as Aegon takes the envelope, a confused expression on his face. You look at the envelope and note the wax seal of non-other than Rhaenyra Targaryen. Well shit.

note: not Aegon being SUED 🫣 hope you enjoyed!! ily ily ily

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erenqueef · 14 days

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𝐧𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚★𝐳𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧

warnings: mature content! - smut

𝒻ℯ𝓂 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇

title: good girl

you were a poor low class girl, your family had a huge debt towards the zenin clan and the only way they could save them selfs was to sell off their daughter, you.

it's been a rough 3 months being a maid for the family, your currently making your least favorite member naoya zenins bed. "your so slow it's embarrassing." he taunts.

you choose to ignore him, which makes him more irritated. "what are you deaf?" he grabs your arm and spins you to face him. "you'll listen to me when i speak you hear me women?"

"your annoying.. do you ever shut up?!" you raise your voice, flinching when he comes closer.

"oh so you do have some back bone in you. that's too bad. i like my women obedient." he smirks. "you know, your not so bad. look wise i mean. i bet you can give me a glorious son."

you shove him away, annoyed at not only him but yourself for feeling your stomach flip at his words. "fuck off."

he scoffs and pulls you closer. "your lucky your pretty, i would have slapped you already for that attitude you have. but i can't damage these precious cheeks now can i? not for your benefit but for mine. after all i want you to use this big mouth for something other then cursing at me." he grins.

"if you think im gonna give you anything then your out of your mind." you hadn't noticed how close your face was to his.

"im pretty self aware." his hands wrap over your waist. "now are you gonna give in?"

your knees buckle. "if i don't?"

"i think you already are."

you curse at yourself in your head, why did this douche bag have to be so.. hot? "maybe, it would be easier to admit it if your personality wasn't shit."

he chuckled under his breath, his eyes not leaving yours. "im the best you can ever get, admit it already."

you sarcastically laugh. "like i'd ever do that."

"i'll just have to make you admit it then." he pushes you back on his bed, you sit there confused yet exited before he puts one of his knees on the mattress. between your legs. you get pushed back so your laying flat on the bed, his knee pressed against your crotch.

you watch him as he intertwines his finders with yours on each of your hands, pinning you down. "what are you gonna do to me huh?"

"i'd hate to spoil you." he smirks, leaning closer to your face and repositioning his legs so yours are wrapped around his hips. now instead of his knee pressing against you it's his bulge. his warm breath hits your mouth, his breath has a cool peppermint scent.

your fingers squeeze his hands, your legs pulling his lap to push against your pussy, it having its own heart beat as you pulse it in and out the more you feel his thick cock twitch.

he smirks and lowers his face to the crook of your neck, breathing and inhaling your scent witch was surprisingly intoxicating him.

he licks his lips before pressing them against your neck, the cold moister of his saliva making you shiver.

he grinds his whole nobody against yours, starting with his lips that glide up your neck, his chest and hips moving in a waving motion as his tongue glides up and down your throat, you tilt your head to give him better access. your eyes feeling heavy.

his hands slowly un-grip yours before tucking one behind the nape of your neck and gripping it, using his elbow to hold himself up. the other slides down your chest giving you a surprise of a tight squeeze to your breast.

"say you want me." he whispers into your ear.

you let your pride down just this once, cause in your defense, you were soaking wet. "i want you." you whisper back, more like you want his cock.

he stands and unbuckles his belt and pants, his bulge now very noticeable as it twitches in his underwear. "come take these off me."

you sit up and immediately reach for his boxers, you slide them down as his 10-inch cock springs free.

you can already see the smirk on his lips when your eyes widen. you look up at him as he starts to hold your hair into a poly tail. "i want you to suck it." it's almost like he seen through your plan. like he knew you wanted his cock, but was he gonna give it to you?

your tongue flicks out and swirls over his tip, but he has other plans. he pushes your head down half way cause that's as far you were able to go. "more baby, take it all." he pushes in more, causing you to gag and nearly tear up. he pulls out and watches as you take a breath. he wasn't only long but he was thick.

it wasn't long before he tore your cloths off. he had no patience. "spread your legs."

(play: woo-rihanna)

"your so bossy. how about i show you who's in charge for once huh?" you stand and push him back on the bed, he surprisingly doesn't refuse, instead he pulls you down on top of him.

"im fine with you doing the work, what, you thought i'd pass up laying back and watch you struggle?" he grins. brushing his tip against your slick folds, you were so fucking wet.

"i'll be the one giving you a struggle." you take his hands and pin them to the bed, you slowly slide down on his cock, your head falls limp and your moans are shaky. this was the biggest you've had.

"it's cute you think your strong enough to keep me like this." he pushes your hands back and pulls them behind your back and holds them there. "ride me."

your expression was both pained and full of pleasure as you started to slowly bounce, of corse not going all the way down, he was already all the way in while not even being all the way in.

"fuck," a pathetic whimper leaves your lips. your eyes squeezed shut as you take only half, thinking it was the whole thing.

"all the way down." he whispers, letting your hands free and grabbing your ass, pushing you to take more inches of his cock.

a high pitched moan escapes your mouth. you doubt you can take it all but he didn't care about your watery eyes and your pained expression, he squeezes your ass and thrusts up into you. basically tearing your walls up.

you continuously moan as tears fall from your cheeks, it felt so fucking good but terribly painful.

naoya continues to thrust into you. his eyes don't leave your face, he loves seeing you cry over his cock, he loves seeing you moan and whimper cause of him.

you were already so close to your climax, but naoya had other plans. he pulls out and throws you next to him. flipping you over so your laying flat on your stomach with your hands behind your back. he moves his tip past your thighs and back to your throbbing entrance. he slides back in till he's all 10 inches deep, you moan again and again once he starts pumping into you relentlessly.

"move to your hands and knees." he wraps his arm under your stomach and helps you get on all fours, his cock sliding out. he pushes your upper back down so your arching for him. "good girl." he slides his middle and index finger inside you before leaning down and swirling his tongue over your clit.

"naoya.." you look back at him. his free hand giving your ass a slap.

he stands and rubs his tip over your clit before sticking it back inside you. "you should have shaved so i can tongue fuck you better." you weren't expecting any less from him..

he don't even let you speak, he starts pounding you while his nails dig into your hips. he grabs your hair and pulls it back, causing you to moan even louder. "your.. mh, not shaved either."

he pulls you up by your hair so your back flushes against his chest. "it's not like it got in the way, you couldn't even fit it all down your throat." he whispers in your ear before moving your hair and biting down on your neck.

you reach behind you and hold his hips, you felt close again. you toss your head back and lay it on his shoulder. for some reason he took that as a sign to grab your neck and squeeze it, catching you slightly off guard but he pulls you so your basically bending back wards so when you open your eyes his face is hovering over yours, his lips crash into yours, his tongue almost choking you.

he pulls away and looks into your eyes. "open your mouth." you open your mouth slightly. "wider." he demands. you open wider, a smirk forming on his lips. "tongue." trying not to role your eyes you stick your tongue out. he then spits in your mouth and seals it by licking your tongue.

your eyes role back, he pounds you harder then before, you knew he was reaching his limit. you feel him groan against your mouth, he pulls away and pushes you back on the bed so your arching again.

his hands rub and feel up your back as he moves harder and harder. "im gonna fill you up," he breaths. becoming a moaning mess. he watched as you gripped the sheets, the way your walls tightened around his cock. he knew you were turned on from his words. he pounds you faster, hearing the moans that we're coming from your mouth sent him flying over the edge.

you look back at him with your face lazily laying on the mattress. you felt his pace get slower. and you felt your pussy practically overflowing with cum.

"keep looking at me like that and im gonna fuck you again." he pulls out, turning you over so your on your back.

you smirk, your hands wrapping over his shoulders as he climbs on top of you. "i could go again."

"oh you want to?" he grabs your face. "admit im the best you can get then, you remember our little deal."

rolling your eyes and huffing, you finally admit what's not true. "your the best i can get."

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#naoya zenin #naoya x reader #naoya smut #smut #jjk oneshot #oneshot #jjk naoya #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #anime #18+ content #wattpad

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thithesandofferings · 14 days

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Title: Be-comings of Ardor- pt. 3

Synopsis: Raian is tired of waiting.

Tags: 18+ MDNI. Choking. Raian being nasty as per usual. Masturbation. PnV Fem! Reader, whos absolutely obsessed with Raian.

Authors Note: Tumblr made me repost this twice and im so heated. Thank you @hoe4rairai for the gif because they wouldnt let me do anything else... This was supposed to just be practice but- yknow some things dont always pan out that way

"C'mon- take my cock Master" He sneers. Its mocking and it only makes you clench tighter. "Cant-fuck- thought you could take me" Raian grins maniacally when he fucks roughly into you at the same pace as your hiccuping cries. Its about time he got you to shut up. All those desperate looks and stupid fucking questions just to have you exactly where you belong. Underneath him. Worshiping him with your tight wet cunt.

"All that big bad hero talk and now you're whining in my pillow"

"Hips up, I want to dig deeper into whats fucking mine. C'mon" He's laughing gleefully as he fucks into you, hips bruising from the force of his cocking driving into you. "You said 'please' so take what i fucking give you".

You dont know how much you can take, he's already come inside you more times than you care to count. Heated and slick and gushing out of you in embarrassing squelches, but you still hold your hips higher for more. No matter how badly they're shaking.

"I know" Raian mockingly coos "Is it starting to hurt? Hm? My Master having a hard time taking her demons cock? You want a break?" You cant even consciously nod before he's yanking you up against his chest and pounding you harder. He's holding you by your throat, keeping you upright. You're useless to try and do anything else. Warmth pulsing around him at his words. Doesn't help that he's right. And that you want him to keep going.

"Asking all those stupid-shit you're tight" fucking questions" He's growling as he moves your bodily so easily the way he wants, pressing you back down into the bed and holding your neck firm as he grounds into your g-spot. Laughing over your sobbing

"It's what you get for blue balling me all this time. You know what you did- so you'll be punished for it. Be grateful that your cunt even gets my cock"

Maybe you shouldn't have teased him for so long.

It starts small. Things of this nature usually do. Pieces of puzzles clicking and echoing in victory when they are launched into each other. It makes sense. Those pieces. For you and your demon are one in the same now. Hearts synced to beat together no matter location or time. It slows when you drift off to a dreamless slumber, and very nearly beats out of your bones when it trips over itself to catch needed blood flow. All you can think of is him. Every waking moment catches the scent of his ash. Makes the words clog through your throat when he walks pass. Tongue heavy with an itch that needs to feel- to taste.

You think at some points he very well may be able to read your mind. But it wouldn't be surprising when your souls are encapsulated to one another. The heated looks begin, and for days you feel scorched and burned. It wouldn't be so bad if you didn't return them in tenfold. You are unashamed at your desperate perusal over his body whenever you get the chance. Though you don't say much and you're strong enough to not need protection, when you do ask him things- it gets his blood bowling. His cock throbs when you look up at him and ask if he can open a fucking jar.

You? A human that has murdered countless of your kind just to greedily get your hands on him. You ask, pretty and pouting when you look up at him, if he can open a jar of pickles for you. Knowing that if you squeeze lightly, you could break the whole jar. It nearly makes him want to bend you over the counter, fuck that cute expression of faux helplessness into sobbing cries of his name. He doesn't care if there are onlookers. Let them see the demon claim his prize.

But he wont do it just yet, he wants to see what his quiet little master will do. Wants to see if you'll beg for it.

You didn't know why you were teasing Raian. He was in fact, a literal demon. But you couldn't seem to get passed the power trip of you having a practical shadow by your side. After the match you two were pretty inseparable. He was just a hair breath a way at all times. Except when you slept. Raian practically let no one touch you on the battlefield. Or anywhere really. The growling would begin and the heat would start to permeate through his hands. And you were not pressed to stop him. The Kure clan hardly gave you looks anymore and they practically ran to get out your way. And you're perfectly fine with that. Even getting closer to him just so you can have your piece and quiet.

It becomes a problem. Him. Raian. He becomes a problem. An insufferable tease. Passing by you so closely, just so you can feel him drag his weighted length against your back. Doesn't even say excuse me. You find that you don't want him to. He's a dick to you, but that really is just part of his nature, not something you can help when you're one of the most powerful demons on Earth. He makes you feel dirty for just staring at him. Especially because you know that he knows how much you want him.

You find that at night its keeping you awake. Heart racing, but you know its not your doing. Its his. You can hear him through your shared wall. One forced upon you once you got the demon. You hear the heated hiss and growl. Hitting his head on the wall when you know he's grabbed his cock tight. Slick sounds permeating both your rooms. He's vicious, talking to you through the wall. Knowing you're listening. "cant wait till i get my hands on that little cunt of yours" "Been practically begging me with those stupid eyes" "I'm going to fuck you into the ground, but i wanna hear you beg before you do it"

You don't really help your case, especially when you whine against his groans. Clenching your thighs when he talks like that. No one has ever spoken to you so disgusting before. So ashamedly. You've never had someone want you to this degree. You shouldn't be so excited about this prospect, but you were never the most sane to begin with.

When you finally get up the courage to go to the demon, he's talking to some of his clan members. You stand there, staring at the purpling veins clinging to muscle under his skin. Blonde hair damp from one of the fights he'd been in. Perusing and devouring his figure so greedily, you don't care if anyone notices. He's mid sentence, giving instructions that make your tummy quake, when you utter the word please.

The archaic demon freezes at your soft utter, you cant tell if the followers even heard you. He shoves them out of the way just to come as close as possible, chests touching and it almost scares you. How much his smile is so wide its cracking his face, his eyes turning red in the need to devour.

He quick to grab your face, you dont even try to stop it. You're tired of waiting.

"Knew it'd be a matter of time before you fucking begged for it."

#i-#no excuse #like i was supposed to just be writing pretty but...#anyways #raian x reader #raian kure #kure raian #kengan ashura #kengan omega #thithesandofferings

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loveaj · 2 years

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Valentine

pairing: austin butler x fem!reader

word count: 4.3k

warnings: hardcore banter, mentions of body image/insecurities, smut (minors dni), oral (f! & m! receiving), unprotected sex, praise

summary: as the reader’s first boyfriend austin takes you on an as close to perfect date for the first valentine’s day you are actually able to spend together as a couple.

a/n: i wrote this in less than a day and am pretty happy with how it turned out for the most part. i did not however thoroughly proofread it, so i apologize for any mistakes. feel free to send in any requests for austin/elvis and i’d be happy to write them!! with that being said, i hope you enjoy 💗💗

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t scare you how much love you felt for the man you had the privilege of calling your boyfriend. It was your first time being in love and despite your young age, Austin could have guessed. You felt embarrassed being 20 and never even kissed when you had met him two years ago. But now you were 23 and not only kissed daily, but loved unconditionally.

There was something so special about him to you, it didn’t matter your lack of romantic experiences before him. You had fallen so easily regardless of you slight fear of men as well as vulnerability. He just made you feel so warm inside, the way he wasn’t scared to show how he felt with a careful gesture of running his fingers through your hair and calling you beautiful. Every time he’d pay you a compliment or do you a favor, just his pure gentleness and kindness always made your cheeks heat up and your heart swell.

First it was casual dates to restaurants around town and movies nights on either of your couches, which quickly turned into hour long phone calls nightly spilling every detail about each others days when you were apart, Austin reading every book you’d gush to him about without you even asking him to. He’d began to shower you with gifts as you began to clear your schedule of anything in the way of spending time with him. Now, you were living in your shared apartment saving every last dime you’d made for a beautiful house along the California coast big enough to hold the family you dreamed to have with him.

Sure, sometimes you stopped to think about the pace your relationship was progressing, but you were too blinded by the sparkle of Austin’s blue eyes to let it scare you. You also had nothing to compare it to so it didn’t make a difference. Your friends warned you of how young you were or how you would regret pouring all of yourself into the love you felt once you got older, but you thought they were wrong. They wanted you to find out who you were before finding your lasting love, they didn’t know that who you wanted to be was Austin’s.

It was your first time having Austin with you in person as your valentine on Valentine’s Day and you were ecstatic. The previous that have passed he had been occupied with his work, but that didn’t stop him from making it special for you always sending you flowers and gifts. Austin was taking you out for dinner at your favorite restaurant and if you were honest you were a bit more excited for what was to come after. You finished putting on your golden earrings Austin had bought you a few months back and stepped away from the mirror in front of you to get a better look at yourself as a whole.

The pink dress you were wearing stopped above your knees, its tight fitting fabric rippling at every curve of your body. By no means where you the skinniest girl to walk the earth, but you didn’t let that make you feel bad. Austin shut down your previous insecurities he said it just meant there was more of you to love, that he liked grabbing you squeezing and sucking your flesh.

“If you were a bag of bones I’d be too terrified that you’d snap in half in bed to have a fraction of the fun we do,” he giggled out pulling you into his lap. “Look, none of us are perfect,” he’d said pinching the bit of fat on his stomach to showcase his “imperfections” perfectly normal and beautiful feature to you.

“Very cute baby,” you smiled kissing his cheek. “But why do you always have to make it about sex?” you questioned giving him a fake intimidating look.

“There are plenty of other reasons why you are perfect the way you are,” he stated confidently.

“Such as…” you trailed off playing with his hair.

“Such as knowing my angel is healthy and your kind heart and your beautiful smile and the way you do your hair and your sense of humor and your little laugh you do when you know something’s not supposed to be funny but it is,” he listed pulling you in for a kiss.

“good boy,” you said patting him on the shoulder before continuing your kiss in between giggles.

You pulled down the bit of fabric around your chest to showcase more of your cleavage. It wasn’t the most noble thing to so, but you had to admit it was a bit of fun to tease Austin.

Skipping down the stairs in your silver heals you jumped onto the back of your unsuspecting boyfriend who was too busy drooling over himself in the mirror by your front door.

“Classic Austin,” you said shaking your head as you gripped his shoulders feeling his arms snake around your legs holding you up.

“Hey! You can’t just sneak up on me like that,” he said trying his best to hide his embarrassment, and for someone who acted for a living he was doing a pretty horrible job.

“It’s okay baby, anyone who looked as pretty as you would do the same.” You jumped off his back grabbing the car keys from the table in front of him. “You ready?” You asked.

“Yeah let me grab my wallet,” he said. When he left the room you let a smile ripple through your entire body causing your limbs to shake. You quickly took a breath and relaxed your face as Austin returned hands in his pockets.

“Let’s rock and roll,” you stated turning to the door trying to keep a straight face so your choice of words hits harder.

“You’re ridiculous,” Austin said letting out a laugh. “For thinking I’m going to let you drive,” he then added onto his sentence when he saw you were swinging the car keys around your pointer finger.

“What the heck!” you said stomping you foot, “I’ll do good this time I promise,” you told him giving you best puppy dog eyes.

“Y/N get real, last time you drove we almost crashed because you decided hitting all of the notes of the Elvis song that was on was more important that keeping your eyes on the road,” Austin said plainly snatching the keys from your grasp.

“Um, last time I checked you shouldn’t be allowed to sing ‘Trouble’ if you’re gonna butcher it, I had to do what I had to do. And we didn’t almost crash Aus, we just slightly swerved too far right when I shut my eyes for a sec,” you defended yourself in the sassiest tone you could muster.

“Well I hate to be the one to tell you this, but if that’s the criteria for singing the song then it might be the last time for you sweetheart,” He said looking you in the eyes before walking away to unlock the car. You rushed over to the passengers side and sat down before he got a chance to walk over and open the door for you. Austin scoffed dropping down into the drivers seat, starting the car. He watched as you crossed your arms over your chest letting out a huff.

“I’d like to see you try and do any better,” you replied to his previous comment with bitterness.

“I actually did, you can listen to it on Spotify,” Austin said matter-of-factly. Pulling away from your apartment complex he turned radio inserting a CD into the stereo skipping to a specific track. “Here baby, redeem yourself,” he nodded. You recognized the song right away by the intro of horns and drums.

“Oh, don’t get it twisted baby, it’s too late for you,” You told him turning off the stereo. You would only be accepting an apology in the form of his tongue on your clit. Of course he knew of your appreciation for him going down on you, and it had already been on his agenda for tonight but he decided to mentally note the importance of it.

“Well, you know what they say, salty girlfriends don’t get ice cream after dinner,” He responded. You couldn’t help but let laughter erupt from the bottom of your throat.

“Literally no one has ever said that in the history of the universe,” you said between laughs. You shook your head at his attempts to make a joke, it had made you laugh but more at him than with him. It was painful at times like these. You always squeezed your eyes as tight as they could close when his millennial was showing.

“Actually, I just did so not no one.”

“Actually you suck.”

“Actually how does it feel to be able to dish it out but not take it,” he asked when you were stopped at a red light. His blue eyes bored into yours as if hypnotizing you into answering what you’d otherwise think was a rhetorical question. You didn’t let his evil tactics work on you, flashing a celebratory smirk as he looked away once the traffic light turned green. “Come on Y/N, it was a friendly roast,”Austin reasoned.

“A ‘friendly roast’ would be me making fun of your two year old shoes or telling you that you suck at playing Clue with me,” you began before he cut you off.

“Y/N, Clue was not meant to be a 2 player game,” he tried to continue before you cut him off right back.

“Well you’re the only one that plays with me, I don’t think my friends would like very much if I showed up to our next get together with Clue instead a 12 pack of 6 ounces,” you pouted. Austin reached over to cup your cheek.

“Well just know that I will always love you are your weird little interests,” he smiled.

“Good to know that you figured out we’re a package deal.” You were hands down one of the most interesting people Austin had ever met, but that was more the reason for him to love you like he did. Sure, every six months or so you’d find something obscure to strike your fancy, but it didn’t bother him. And then of course there were things that seemed more permanent like your love for the board game Clue or Taylor Swift. He was under the impression you’d just enjoyed her music until you dragged him to her Reputation tour and was compelled to buy you half of the merch stand. He realized he was extremely wrong as he witnessed you screaming every song (most of which he’d never heard before that night but would be hearing a lot more of in the next two years) at the top of your lungs. “That’s why you are my best friend,” you finished.

“Was I just friendzoned?” he asked moving his hand from your face to clutch his chest.

“You most certainly were,” you replied nodding sympathetically.

“That’s just cold Y/N, and after I was honest with you for a moment?”

“Sorry Aus, truth hurts,” you shrugged. The car pulled into the parking lot of In-N-Out Burger; your favorite restaurant. Were you dressed up in a pink dress and six inch high heels to eat fast food? Yes, but you were too focused on watch Austin get out of your car standing up tall next to you in a white button up shirt and black slacks. It made you groan at the fact that Austin was still taller than you even when you had an extra six inches of height. Austin knew it placing his elbow on your head as if it were an arm rest.

“So, you ready to go in?” He asked nonchalantly. You stormed off halfway to the restaurant before he caught up grabbing your waist. “Slow your role baby.”

“Yeah whatever,” you said grabbing his hand pulling him to the entrance. After spending 15 whole minutes in line to order your food Austin ordering for you as well as paying (of course) because no matter how many digs you took at each other you were always his princess. You got your food and proceeded over to a booth next to a window. Despite the two sides of the booth Austin opted to sit next to you instead of across. He loved watching you messily eat your food inevitably having some kind of sauce smeared all over your face by the end of the meal.

Austin made sure you were done eating before wiping your face off with the napkin he’d gotten for himself that he didn’t even need to use opposed to his several trips back up to the stand the extra napkins were kept for you.

“Ice cream now?” you asked. Austin couldn’t help but smirk at the sparkle in your eyes at the thought of ice cream.

“Yes, ice cream now,” he answered getting up from the booth collecting all of the trash to throw out while also helping you up.

“Can I drive?” you asked in your sweetest voice. “Only to get ice cream then you can drive home,” you reasoned hanging off Austin’s shoulder. “Please please please.”

“Let me think,” he stopped for a second wiping his mouth pretending to be deep in thought. “How about no,” he said flatly not expecting you to sprint over to the car blocking the drivers side door before he could get there.

“How about yes or I’ll stay here all night and you won’t get this ridiculously sweet pussy later,” you fired back with determination. The determination soon turned into disappointment as Austin picked you up throwing you over his shoulder bringing you over to the other side and buckling you in. “That’s not fair!” you scoffed

“Checkmate,” he said smugly as he started the car. If he weren’t about to buy you ice cream he would have gotten an ear full.

Your chocolate ice cream would have been more satisfying if you were the one that drove to get it, but it was still chocolate ice cream. And of course on top of devouring your dessert you had to have several licks of Austin’s. He chose strawberry (your second favorite) instead of mint chocolate chip (his actual favorite which also happened to be your least favorite) so that he could share.

“Thank you baby,” you said licking the drips of chocolate from the brim of your cone. You leaned over planting a chaste kiss on the height of his cheekbone.

“Does this mean I’m going to score tonight?” He asked in a worrying manner.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re joking or not,” you said shuddering.

The ride home was accompanied by you belting out the words to Unchained Melody titling it your romantic gesture for Austin on Valentine’s. Austin loved it as mush as he would anything material, maybe even more due to it being fully and completely you. He knew that everything you gave him had always come from your heart and he was happy to take whatever you had to offer reciprocating the love he was granted.

Arriving home, you finally let Austin open your car door for you, taking your hand as you exited the vehicle like a true gentlemen. Hand in hand you walked up to your apartment, a comfortable silence encompassing you both. Walking through the door you did not expect to be thrown over Austin’s shoulder and rushed to your shared bedroom to be slammed down onto the bed, Austin immediately crawling on top of you.

Before you could get a word in Austin’s plush lips were on yours enclosing them in a needy kiss. You deepened the kiss, running your fingers through his sandy locks. Without coming up for air you felt Austin begin to lick your lips with his tongue before you grant him access. You shifted back father up the bed, lying down with open legs allowing Austin to crawl between them. As your tongues spent time tasting every crevice of each others mouths you began to grind your hips into his, the feeling of his chest pressed against yours causing wetness to collect in your panties. Austin groaned at your action, holding down your hips to prevent you from doing it again.

He liked to keep you waiting, it was far less of a good time when you got what you truly wanted right away. You huffed in frustration as Austin moved his lips down to start peppering kisses along your jaw and neck spending extra time sucking the spot below your earlobe. You tried your best to buck your hips up free of his grasp but the efforts were only met with more pressure from his palm applied to your lower stomach.

“Come on baby, need to feel you,” you pleaded running your hands down along his neck and shoulders. Your fingers began to play with the buttons of his shirt slowly releasing the button second from the top because of course he wore the shirt out with the top one unbuttoned just to drive you crazy.

“Be a good girl and let me take my time with you,” Austin responded in a low whisper against your ear. “Want to make sure I love every inch of you,” he said reaching down to the bottom of your dress beginning to lift it up your body. You had removed his shirt as he removed your dress. Now almost completely bare in front of him.

You took off your lacy bra quickly after craving to feel your bare chest against his. Austin let you press up against him for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your erect nipples brushing against his firm chest, before lowering you back onto the bed. In seconds his mouth was enclosed over one of your nipples sucking mercilessly, the other being pinch and twisted with his hand.

“Such pretty tits, so lucky to have them all to myself,” Austin said. You let out a low moan as he removed his mouth blowing cool air onto your nipple now coated in his saliva. He then started kiss lower along you stomach until he reached the waistband of you white cotton panties decorated with pink trim and a bow.

“Love these on you so much princess,” he breathed out before pulling them off. You shuddered at the fact of now being completely bare. “They make you seem so innocent, which we both now isn’t the case, right baby?” He asked taunting you.

“Yes,” you responded lowly as Austin spread your legs apart.

“So beautiful, every part of you,” he stated beginning to kiss along the insides of your thighs. You clenched around nothing as he mouth grew closer to your center. His mouth ghosted over your heat, spreading the moment of anticipation too thin for you. You instinctively bucked your hips into his face eager for his mouth on you. “Now, good girls are patient and wait for what they will be given,” he said looking up at you.

Whether or not what Austin had just said plagued more arousal to seep from your core (you’d be lying if you said it didn’t) you wanted him more than waiting was worth and he always made it worth it. “Enough talking and just lick my clit, please,” you let out causing a laugh to be let out of Austin’s lips.

“Well since you said please,” he reasoned finally closing his mouth over slick folds. His tongue danced between your folds sucking in every drop of wetness into his mouth, lapping and sucking over your clit just like you had requested. He tried the best he could to stimulate your bundle of nerves while reaching down and pushing a finger into your entrance.

“Fuck baby,” you moaned out as he added another curling his fingers against your special spot. Austin continued sucking on your mound while massaging your g-spot occasionally scissoring his fingers apart, reveling in every moan and squeal he provoked from you. The bubble in your stomach only grew bigger with every passing second, finally exploding through your body. Your legs shook as your orgasm ran through you, Austin not once stopping or slowing his actions.

Once you came down from your high you took a second to breath, placing your hands that where just gripping Austin’s scalp for dear life to grab his broad shoulders, pulling him to be eye level with you. Quickly you hooked your leg over his hips using your entire body weight to flip your position perching on top of his waist. You shuddered at the contact of his abs against your clit.

Austin’s eyes lit up as you moved further down his body. “My turn?” he asked enthusiastically.

“I guess so,” you said rolling your eyes, unbuttoning his pants pulling them down slowly along with his boxers. His erection sprung free against his stomach, the tip pulsating red. You began with little kitten licks collecting the glowing beads of precum along the slit. Austin grunted as you took the entire tip into your mouth. You could tell by the way his hands were firmly gripping your ass cheeks that he was fighting every urge in his body not to completely shove his entire dick down your throat. You took this to your advantage hollowing out your cheeks lowering your head slowly using your tongue to lick a stripe along the vein protruding from back of his cock. Soon the tip of your nose met his pelvis, trying your best to keep your breath steady so you wouldn’t start choking. Relaxing your throat your gaze directed up to Austin’s face and the way his eyes squeezed shut. You started bobbing your head, his tip hitting the back of your throat with each nod of your head.

“Hurry up, want to fuck you,” he grunted. At this you let him start to thrusting his hips up into your mouth to speed up the process. “Feel so nice baby, doing so good for me.” As your tongue circled his tip he let out one last moan before hot spurts of cum filled your mouth warming your throat as you swallowed every last drop. “Top or bottom?” Austin asked you, you loved that he always made your comfort his biggest priority even if he was the one that wound up doing the majority of the work.

“Wanna feel you on top of me,” you breathed out giving Austin the go ahead to lift you off of him sliding you further up the bed. You pulled him into a passionate kiss humming at the feeling of him running his tip through your wet cunt. He stopped at your entrance pushing in at a tantalizing pace, using his hand that wasn’t cupping one of your breasts to spread your legs wider. Bottoming out in you, you both let out synchronized moans full of want. You pulled his shoulders down to meet yours wrapping your arms around his neck as he began moving, deep and thorough with each thrust. Every time his chest brushed against yours stimulating your nipples your hiccuped low groans, your spine tingling.

“Jesus Christ you are an actual angel because this is heavenly,” Austin exhaled into the shell of your ear.

You giggled between heavy breaths. “Now is not the time for cheesy pick up lines Austin. There is absolutely no need you are literally fucking me right now,” You told him brushing his hair from his eyes to meet his gaze. You shared smiles as Austin reached down to hike your leg over his shoulder. Your back arched at this new angle, the knot in your stomach tightening. You slipped your hand between you bodies to rub your mound, kissing and sucking Austin’s neck in all the right spots as an effort to distract him from your other actions.

“I don’t think so princess,” he said picking up on your actions immediately removing your hand from in between your legs resting it onto his back. “That’s my job,” he then added mimicking your previous movements.

“Thank you baby,” you said running your fingers along his spine. Your entire body began to shake as your high approached, feeling electricity run through your veins. “Gotta cum Aus,” you groaned pulling him closer.

“Me too princess,” Austin said keeping up with his steady thrust. You started meeting his hips half way greedy for your release. Soon enough something inside of you snapped sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body. You felt as though your body was being lifted from the bed, your back arching through your orgasm. Austin’s movements staying fluid despite being seconds away from his finish. Still coming down from your high, you tried your best to keep at the same pace coaxing him toward his release. Letting out a deep breath you felt hot streaks of cum fill you up as you twirled Austin’s hair between your fingers adoringly.

“You are unbelievable,” you told him turning onto your side pulling him close. You gripped his cheeks bringing his face toward yours peppering light kisses all over.

“You’re making me blush, quit it,” he joked giggling. Your gaze fell onto his blue eyes and an idea sparked within your mind.

“I have one last surprise for my valentine,” you said getting up off of the bed walking over to the corner to grab the guitar resting on the stand in a slight limp. You cringed at the dripping feeling of his cum mixed with yours squishing and sticky between your thighs.

“What are you going to serenade me?” he asked, each wobble of your legs bringing him immense joy.

“Something like that,” you chuckled evilly. Sitting back on the bed you placed the guitar over your knee. “This is a song called ‘Whatever My Love’, and I’d like to dedicate this to my boyfriend,” you said with a smile etched on your face. “Keep on loving me so sweetly like you do babe,” you added pointing at his figure folded over, his head in his hands.

“I hate you so much,” Austin said between laughs, pulling the guitar from you hands and dragging you up to lay on top of him.

“And I love you too.”

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler smut #smut #imagine #elvis 2022 #elvis x reader #elvis presley #elvis smut

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qierxing · 7 months

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All in a Golden Afternoon

Commissioned by the splendid rainbowsillz Yan! Riddle Rosehearts x F! OC TW/CW: Non//Con NSFT, Fingering, Frottage, Manipulation, Toxic Expectations, Blood mention

You can learn a lot of things from the flowers For especially in the month of June There's a wealth of happiness and romance All in the golden afternoon

Contrary to what many people thought, there is a pattern to Heartslabyul’s rose maze.

Most don’t think so, because of the infamous legend where the Queen of Hearts had to chase after a miscreant girl and thus afterward made her rose garden a labyrinth, so any intruders and such would get trapped in its thorns. The bloodhounds would sniff them out, then the card soldiers would make quick work dragging them away, and then it would be off to the dungeons and obviously, their heads as well. But her Majesty wasn’t a fool. There’s little markers; that if one looked closely, would show the way to the many exits.

If only people understood this, he huffs as he walks through the tall hedges, that they would be less prone to being fools and getting lost here.

Then again, Yuu has always been a special case.

It’s happened so many times that at this point, Riddle has practically slotted a time in his carefully crafted daily schedule to walk through the rose maze just to find her. It’s become part of his routine without him realizing, where he’s starting to look forward to the half hour walk through greenery to the prefect who has captured his waking thoughts.

It’s embarrassing. He’s the top of every class, holds tremendous magical power, and rules over Heartslabyul as its queen. He should scold her for making this daily wanderlust a bad habit, and yet, he can’t find it in himself to do so when he’s faced with Yuu.

He’s already passed by the usual areas he finds her in. His heart rate picks up slightly, wondering if the next corner he turns will be where she is.

What will he do when he finds her?

He comes to a stop. Usually, he walks her back to an exit and the both of them bid each other a formal farewell, usually with some gratitude from Yuu for finding her. And that’s always been the end of it. Nothing more, nothing less.

But he doesn’t want that to happen today.

“Perhaps some afternoon tea is in order…” he mumbles to himself. The sun is still high in the sky, and it has yet to be five in the evening. They could still brew some black tea and have some of the leftover pastries from the previous Unbirthday party. He could get one of the freshmen to set out the nice tablecloth and silverware, there was a set of tea cups that would suit Yuu, made of fine bone china with forest green and rose red glaze–

“It seems you found me again, Housewarden Rosehearts.” A familiar quiet voice breaks him out of his cloud of thoughts.

In the rose maze, there are many trees and flora planted within, not just the regular rose bushes. Daisies, daffodils, petunias, and even more can be found here, as there were tales from the olden days that if you listened closely enough, the flowers would sing to you. The prefect is nestled comfortably as an audience member, surrounded by the fronds of grass and flowers swaying and trilling in the cool breeze.

“You cannot sit there, Yuu.” The prefect smiles up at him, and his heartbeat goes into overdrive.

“Don’t worry, I made sure to not crush any of the flowers. Besides, don’t you think this weather is perfect for a nap?” She raises a hand, and Riddle huffs but obliges, offering his own hand to pull her up.

“It’s not polite to be sleeping in other dorm’s gardens.” He replies. “Must you always get yourself lost here?”

“My, you say that and yet, you always come to get me.” She giggles.

“Nonsense!” Riddle sputters, his face heating up instantly. “I am merely fulfilling my duties as a housewarden to make sure no miscreants are causing trouble!”

“Of course, Housewarden Rosehearts, of course.” Yuu smiles coyly.

His lips thin at the formal address, but she’s already turning away. Yuu looks back puzzled at him standing there motionless.

“Housewarden?”

He snaps back to the present.

“Yuu, I believe I have informed you that you don’t need to address me so formally, especially when we’re alone.” He walks up to her, and she tilts her head. Her eyes are clear ponds of lush green with nothing to hide in its depths.

“My bad, it’s just a habit.” Yuu nods. The conflicting emotions settle a bit at the response. He lets her string an arm around his own, and they both start walking.

“I was thinking…” He brings up tentatively after some moments pass. “Would you perhaps like to have tea with me?”

“Today?” She turns to him in surprise. “What’s the occasion?”

“I-I just thought it would be nice, since you said the weather was perfect and all…” He stammers a bit, feeling the tips of ears burn. The skin under his collar feels heated and choked all at once.

Yuu hums in thought, and when Riddle chances a side glance, she’s tugging at her ribbons subconsciously with a faraway look in her eyes. He resists the urge to straighten them himself.

“Unfortunately I don’t think I can do today but…how about tomorrow? Since it’s Friday.” Yuu asks.

A weight lifts off his chest. “That works just fine,” he says a mite too excitedly, “then, how about after classes end?”

“Mhm! I’m looking forward to it!” Riddle’s heartbeat races as he watches Yuu grin at him unabashedly. He’s more than glad that she didn’t tease him for sounding so desperate. It’s hard to find people who are just as earnest and compassionate in these halls.

“I, as well…” He murmurs back, his chest blooming in warmth and giddiness.

–

When he notified Trey about the tea time, his vice housewarden gave him a knowing look.

“I’ll help of course, but you might want to stay quiet around the others about it.” He chuckles while adjusting his fedora hat. “You know how our freshmen and Cater can be about this kind of stuff.”

He’s a bit mortified at how obvious he was. His face after the discussion took a good ten minutes to return to its original hue.

Thankfully, the weather today was just as perfect as yesterday (perhaps it’s the blessing of the Queen of Hearts domain to have eternal spring weather), with the sun not being too overbearing or scorching and the sky filled with fluffy clouds. The flowers sway in the cool breeze, whistling a playful tune.

The table is set with the nicest silverware Heartslabyul owns. It’s polished to gleam brightly under the sunlight, not a single blemish to be found. The bone china set he had in mind is set out, the ceramic wiped free of any kind of dust. Trey had generously given up his fresh strawberry tart that he made from his garden in the science club. The strawberries glisten like rubies under the glass protector, surrounded by various other leftover pastries from the past tea party.

Riddle takes out his pocket watch. Three more minutes. He’s already so antsy, tapping his foot rapidly like the White Rabbit; who always worried that he would be late to his appointments. His phone buzzes with a notification, and he jumps slightly at the noise. When he opens the screen, there’s a new text message banner.

‘Oops, I got lost again. Could you come find me, Housewarden?’ it reads.

He doesn’t even need to check who the sender is. He should feel annoyed that he’s being sent once again on a wild rabbit chase, but he supposes it’s better than just having to wait around anxiously. In some ways, his heart races in anticipation at the thought of finding Yuu rather than the other way around.

It’s like clockwork. He takes the usual path around to check the areas where she could possibly get lost. Although, if he thought about it, most likely Trey must have escorted Yuu to an entrance before she insisted on finding the way herself. It would be just like her to not want to create more work for others–albeit even if it did for him. Well, he doesn’t mind.

So when he hears a voice that is most definitely not Yuu’s, Riddle is more than incensed. A spade card soldier, most likely a freshman. No one else could have this much audacity to speak to Yuu with such a dreamy look on his face.

“–I-It’s nice to meet you, Yuu!” Riddle grits his teeth at the fondness permeating his tone. How dare he–

“What’s the meaning of this?” The two of them snap their eyes to him at the sharp announcement. The card soldier immediately straightens to attention when he registers Riddle’s cold steel eyes drilling into him. Yuu on the other hand, just blinks in confusion at the sudden change of atmosphere.

“Housewarden Rosehearts, this is just–” the card soldier stammers, but Riddle will not have it.

“The prefect has business with me. I thought I made it clear that no one was to enter the rose maze at this time.” He pins the card soldier with a chilling glare.

“P-Please f-forgive me, Housewarden Rosehearts!” The freshman yelps, knees knocking into each other already out of fear.

Before he can get another word out or even enact his unique spell, a hand gently rests upon his own arm. He stills and looks at Yuu, whose face is furrowed in disapproval.

“Housewarden, just let it go this time,” she says calmly, “I know you were trying to prepare, but he was just trying to help me find my way to you.”

His anger simmers down into an annoyance that settles in the back of his throat. He nods stiffly, before turning to dismiss the card soldier with a wave of his hand. The poor lad scurries out of sight into the leaves, but Riddle will remember his face for later. He certainly does not forget those in need of punishment.

Yuu wraps an arm around his, and he tries to will the feeling of annoyance away.

“I understand how your rules help you navigate things, Housewarden, but don’t you think that was rather harsh?” HIs mouth instantly twists into a frown at Yuu piping up. “I thought you promised everyone that you would lighten up on yourself.”

Irritation wells up inside his chest, and he tightens his hold on her arm ever so slightly. He recalls the words of his therapist, counting to ten, trying so hard to parse the tendrils of outrage and squash it.

“If orders are not followed, it will only breed willful disobedience,” he responds. “It is my duty as Housewarden to make sure there is order among our ranks.”

Yuu shakes her head, frown deepening. “Housewarden–”

“Riddle.”

“Riddle, you know that he was only trying to help. I think you’d rather that than having to waste time looking for me.”

“On the contrary, it would’ve been better. Then we won’t run circles around each other,” he forces through gritted teeth. Yuu isn’t able to give a reply since they finally reach their destination. Riddle pulls out a chair for her and she hesitates before reluctantly taking a seat with a murmur of thanks.

The tea time that he had so carefully prepared for has been ruined so easily. There’s no bright chatter or mood happening, instead only somber silence as Riddle pours them both tea. The tart no longer has its golden luster, strawberries melting into the custard and the pie crust becoming soggy.

It’s a full minute of clinking silver and nothing else. Riddle looks up as the sunlight abruptly dims, seeing clouds gather on the horizon. Agitation claws at his mind. If only that card soldier didn’t interfere. If only, if only–

“Hmm, should we postpone this?” Riddle snaps his head to Yuu who is also observing the clouds with a worried look. “It looks like it might rain soon.”

They should. Being caught in the rain means there’s a risk of breaking rule 124, and Riddle has no time for that on his schedule. And yet, he can’t. He just managed to get some time with him and Yuu alone. It’s not fair. Compared to her friends, he’s only spent at most a half hour with her every other day.

Doesn’t he deserve consideration?

“No.”

Yuu furrows her eyebrows in confusion. “Housewarden?”

He feels something inside him begin to crack. “Do you call others this formally too?”

“What…?”

Yuu flinches when Riddle stalks over with an unsteady gait. Fear starts bleeding into her irises when he slams his hands down on the arms of her chair. Instinctively she leans away, but instead it sends both of them tumbling backward, chair, table and all as thunder rumbles across the sky.

There’s tears bubbling up on her eyelashes, trickling down her face and Riddle can only think about how beautiful she looks under his arms. Rain pours down on both of them, mixing in with the mess of food and fluids of the upturned tea table. He can’t stop now. If he’s come this far, then he must see it through to the end.

“Riddle, s-stop t-this!” Yuu cries out, but he ignores it, clumsily fumbling with her blouse and tearing her brooch off. “Riddle! Please, please, no!–”

She screams as trembling pale fingers uncover the expanse of her neck and he pounces, biting down hard. His teeth are close enough to her pulse that he swears that he could feel it pounding against his canines. It’s not until he registers his chest being beaten by weak fists that he realizes that blood is staining his mouth.

When he leans back, Yuu has gone limp against him, defeated and utterly drained of all the fight. The rain still hasn’t let up, washing blood from his lips and her neck. He grits his teeth. He can’t lose his mark–it’s the only thing to make sure that no one else will have the gall to follow after that heathen!

Yuu thrashes back to life when he slips his freezing hands under her dress, crying and sobbing, trying to push him away. Her hair is in complete disarray, hair ribbons coming undone under the rain and her thrashing. Riddle nibbles his mark on her neck as his hand searches under frills and tugs, ripping lace and making Yuu yelp in embarrassment. Her movements kick up more, desperation fuelling her panic. But his grip doesn’t falter.

“Don’t worry, love,” he coos, firmly grasping her hips and pulling them down to meet his own, making her gasp at her bare cunt meeting his hard, clothed arousal. “It’s just the two of us here.”

“R-Riddle, no, no, no–please, please, I’ll do anything–” she moans, trying ever so hard to hold back her pleasure at their lower parts rubbing each other in a steady rhythm, juices already soaking into his trousers.

The rhythm Riddle sets is clumsy, partly because of the chill and rest because of his shameful inexperience. It’s embarrassing that it only takes several thrusts and he’s already coming inside his pants, warm sticky fluids soaking his crotch and mixing with Yuu’s own arousal.

Riddle’s trembling with adrenaline as he rips his gloves off. The tips of his fingers slide through her folds easily, slick clinging onto his skin and making him hum in satisfaction. He works a finger inside, then another, and finally a third one, scissoring them in a steady motion. Warm walls pulse and Yuu arches her back in a silent wail as he buries his face into her chest, not letting up on his hold. The end comes too quickly again, warm cum gushing over his palm and drenching his own clothes.

Both of them are half covered in mud and his clothes are completely soiled. And yet, he could hardly care less about his carefully crafted image. The slithering irritability at the back of his mind has finally been silenced, no longer clawing at his throat. There is nothing else but the soft pitter patter of raindrops on grass.

Nothing else.

–

It’s stopped raining.

Despite this, dreary gray clouds still hang heavy in the sky. Cold wind blows and if he strained closer, Riddle swears that he can hear wailing in the gales. He wonders if flowers could sing, could they also cry?

Riddle doesn’t want to think of the consequences of the next few hours.

The card soldiers come marching in, led by Trey and Cater, who worriedly shake them awake from unconsciousness. The fact they’re in tatters distract from the fact that Yuu is trembling in Riddle’s hold. Not from the cold. She resembles prey that has been caught in a trap; left shivering, waiting for death by bleeding out or by hunters who will come to collect their game.

The Queen’s rose maze has served its purpose once again.

They must make for a sorry sight. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Cater glance back at the upturned table, the smashed glass and debris. He asks a question that is drowned out in the shrieking wind. Trey’s answer is lost in the winds but he sees how both of them exchange a wary glance.

“Leave it.” He orders. The rest of the card soldiers comply reluctantly, sparing a concerned glance back at the carnage. There is no need for items that have lost their value. He is a queen, after all. Monarchs must do what they must in order for their reign to be successful.

Yuu is his. No one else can say that they’re as close. Not that foolish freshman card soldier, not her friends, who can’t even get a decent grade. No, he is the one who holds the key to her heart. She who wanders among the flowers and trees, will no longer be so carefree to share her love with others. And if Yuu forgets, well…

He presses his lips against a tattered green hair ribbon and smiles.

Perhaps another tea time among the roses will be in order.

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #my works

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inbetweenhours · 1 year

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another wip doodle from the art folder! I probably actually wont finish this one, it was just musings about season 1 Flower Husbands Arranged Marriage au bullet fic plot I was playing with

There’s a lot that goes into this au but these moment was fun to me mostly because it was an excuse to think about the cultural differences in cuisine and fashion between the Ocean Empire and Rivendell. I wont get into the whole au here but the idea is that Scott marries Jimmy to cement an alliance between The Ocean Empire and Rivendell, where before they had been on tense terms. Bellow I’ll talk a bit more about this scene but uhh, otherwise enjoy! :]

Scott ends up living in the Ocean Empire post wedding and is entirely out of his depths doing his best to not have anything go wrong. He doesn’t want to cause any issues in the Ocean Empire to make them dislike Rivendell any more than they do, and he equally he is trying to prove his family wrong about his own restraint. (There's a lot of complicated background politics going on I wont explain here unless someone really wants to know).

The seablings are both pretty unsure of Scott as he seems as cold and standoffish as the other elves they’d seen. Its during this scene over dinner, the day directly following the wedding and the first meal that Scott is having since his family and any Rivendell peoples that had come for the wedding have begun the journey home, leaving him for the first time completely alone without his culture. For the wedding there had been an effort to have Rivendell cuisine involved. For this dinner there is no such thing,. The dinner is entirely seafood and other Ocean Empire cuisine.

Everyone seated at dinner is awkward. The seablings chat as usual as thy can, Jimmy tries really hard to engage with Scott but Scott is just really unresponsive to a lot of it, as he has been since they’ve met. It’s given Lizzie a bad feeling. Scott hardly touches any of the food, making no effort to fill his plate and instead just observes as the seablings do. Jimmy at some point finally asks Scott if he’s doing alright, Lizzie makes a semi snarky comment about if the food is up to his standard under her breath. Scott, to his extreme embarrassment, admits to Jimmy he has no clue what any of the food he’s looking at even is, much less how to eat it given how easily the seablings pick at things with their fingers, breaking things open or dipping vs using utensils n such. Generally its just one massive confusion for him and he was hoping he could just watch and figure it out.

Jimmy takes this as the opportunity he’s been trying to get to kind get along with Scott, and jumps to help. Pointing at various things and picking them up, filling Scotts plate with him and without a hint of hesitation offering various pieces of food to him from his own fork. Scott doesn't have the energy to be any more embarrassed and just takes the help thankfully. This is the first real boning moment for them outside of the wedding stress and its the first time Lizzie sees Scott as more of a person and less of a threat. He’s doing his best, he’s just entirely a fish out of water here and needs a bit of guidance. They’ll be okay.

This au is way more complicated than this, with various politics going on with not just Th Ocean Empire and Rivendell, but mentions of their allies. The Stag Gods and their champions and how they work in this au. The intentions behind the wedding on both ends and how that affects the two princes. etc etc, there's a lot happening. But its broken up but Scott and Jimmy genuinely getting to know each other and share in each others cultures. So Its fun :]

#empiresshipping #ldshadowlady #smajor #flower husbands #solidaritygaming #empires smp #empires smp 1 #idont love how i drew either of the husbands here it was before i had their refs entirely worked out and theyre in badly thought out au fit #hourspost #hoursart #flower husbands arranged marriage au

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scummy-writes · 7 months

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"What were you thinking? You could've been hurt!" w/ Silvio or "I ran here to catch you before you left. I need to tell you something." w/ Isaac <3 uwu Whichever works best for you~

Night air doesn't cool the fury running through your veins, nor the heat in your eyes. All it manages to do is keep you from the main street, annoyed with it brushing your hair in your line of sight.

Its there, between stone walls, that you finally breathe. A shuddering release of air, causing your hands to clench further, nails digging painfully into your palms. Here, you'd be alone. Here, you could seethe and let your bitter tears flow.

Yet, that damned jangling noise seems to haunt you further. In the near distance, you could hear each clank of jewelry coming closer with each step he took. And in that moment, you're still too pissed to think clearly. Instead, you turn to dive further into the alleyway, biting your lip near to the point of blood. Because if you see him, you'll break. You know you would. And damned if you'd let him know that.

But your luck only goes so far with you before you hear his voice, barking out at you. You try to ignore it and perservere, however his firm grip grasps your wrist like a vice, tugging you back towards him.

"Ya can't just run off like that! What are you, crazy?!"

"Let me go!"

"What were you thinkin'? Runnin' off into a backway like this. What if there were creeps- you could have been hurt!"

Each concern of his is blown away. His fingers still hold your wrist, and in a fit of anger overtaking you, you tug with such an intensity that Silvio finally shuts up for a moment as you take your hand back.

"Like you give a shit, you've been a creep since the first day we met!"

"Wha- when the hell have I ever hurt you like that? I wouldn't stoop that fuckin' low!"

"Yeah? Well you're fully willing to hurt me in other ways, you bastard!" In your anger you finally face him, voice shrill as tears finally shed- much to your dismay. But you're tired. You're so tired of wanting to be treated as more. More than just an outlet for whatever his whims were.

And in the heat of your emotions, you neglect to notice how taken aback he is as you continue to yell, "I have my limits too!! You can't keep treating me like that!"

Those words seem to echo against the stone walls, and all you register is Silvio's eyes wide in shock. There isn't disgust or anger on his face, but another emotion creeps in. And, just as quick, Silvio looks away.

...but the tips of his ears still poke through his hair, letting your see how red they are before he curses out again.

"Just... let's go back, okay? You can tear me a new one then when we're out of this damn freezing weather. Yer gonna get sick."

In the silence, your breath comes a little easier. The night air settles into your bones, almost all at once, reminding you of how you're not a pit of fire and brimstone- you're human, and you're cold. The streaks down your cheeks hurt, and you're quick to rub your palms against your arms, the fight slowly seeping out of you now that tears had come and gone.

"....Okay."

That one word takes all the air from your lungs.

You can hear a sharp slew of words, but Silvio finally turns towards you. Avoiding your gaze, he all but tosses you his cloak, muttering out about how crazy you are once again.

But after his warmth is around your shoulders, making you feel small and watched for, you hear another muttering of words, ones he'd be too ashamed to admit he finally said. And just like that, guilt eats you alive, mixed in with heavy embarrassment.

Both of you could have bad days, it seemed.

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Pre-relationship *nods*. I like the idea of a couple bickering their way into each others hearts. I'll let you decide whatever they argued about. In my mind, its not as serious as it sounds, she just hit a Breaking Point and Silvio is fucking bewildered that she had one.

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mirabai0821 · 2 months

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Blood and Honey WIP excerpt #(-b+-√b^2-4ac) / 2a

Pairings: Tav x Astarion Warnings: none Words: I actually have no idea, sorry. Summary: Astarion has found he's lost the battle for Tav's heart, but, somehow, has won the war anyway.

Astarion hunched over an uncorked but unsampled bottle of wine, overthinking, as Halsin cautioned him not to do, which, of course, made him want to do it more despite all the grief it gave him.

“Some things can be easy if you want them to be,” he groused to himself in his best impression of the druid. “What a load of bullshit.”

Bullshit that consumed him for the better part of a day. Just long enough for him to see Halsin walk out of Tav’s room wearing an unmistakable grin, like the bear that ate the beehive.

He fell for it. He fell for that load of "we don't have to be enemies" crap and Halsin used it to make his move. The overwhelming feeling of loss scoured his insides to the bone though it was a wholly inappropriate emotion to feel. He wasn’t entitled to loss. Not for what his true designs were, and yet grief sank into flesh heavy as lead. He was surprised to find he could move, could speak.

“I’m too late aren’t I?” He said aloud, having somehow crossed the threshold of Tav’s door.

She startled from her papers. “Oh! Was I supposed to meet you somewhere? I’m sorry, Halsin was here and I lost track of time.”

Astarion chewed the inside of his lip to bleeding. I bet you did.

“Don’t worry about it darling,” he answered blithely, strangely satisfied to make her feel bad for no reason. Another shining example why he had no claim to sadness. “I’m here now. All’s well.”

“Are you sure?”

“Naturally.”

Feeling a bit of his old, indifferent self return, he strode into her room, shutting the door and perched himself over her shoulder, hovering as close as a moth to lamplight.

“So…Halsin, I take it you two have patched things up?” He could smell the warmth of the druid on her. But try as he might to muster disgust, all he felt was contentment to be so near her again.

“He asked if he could join us, actually,” she said.

“Oh?” He feigned interest. “And what did you say?”

“I told him no at first.”

Astarion almost choked but recovered, smothering the gurgling sound with a giggle. “Why would you ever do that? Every group needs a strong back and a pretty face. It’s good for morale.”

Tav turned to glare at the vampire. “Really? I figured you’d be pleased. You two seem to always pick at each other.”

“Oh darling, that was only sport. Besides, that man would walk through the hells for you at the asking.”

He watched her nose, excited to see it wrinkle in blushing embarrassment but Tav looked almost pained to hear what anyone would want to hear about a lover.

Maybe…

“When did you last eat?” Tav asked, hoping to distract the vampire with food.

Astarion, sensing weakness, pounced. “Oh no you don’t missy, don’t change the subject. Besides, I’m not hungry.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Darling, I’ll have you know I spent a year locked in a coffin and turned out fine more or less,” he answered casually. “Now, just what did happen between you and that bear? Dish girl. Dish.”

“A year?” She asked quietly.

Astarion rolled his eyes, irritated both by the question and the fact he had no one to blame for its asking but himself.

“Yes. Sealed me starving inside a dusty tomb all on my own for an entire year.” He waved his hand to wave away the memory as if it were no great thing. “So half a tenday here or there really isn’t gonna do me in. Besides, I’ve barely noticed.”

“You’re lying. Your eyes are a duller red when you’re hungry.”

In 200 years, Astarion had never seen himself in a mirror – one of the perks of being a member of the hungering undead. But he knew he possessed certain features. On more than one occasion bards had sang him sonnets of how beautiful he was in excruciating detail. So he knew about his silver hair, pouty lips, and sharp, hawkish features. One singer, apparently not one for exaggeration or self-preservation, had once put his crow’s feet in a verse.

But his eyes as a gauge for how full his belly was? That was new. He laughed genuinely, giddy with the knowledge.

“Are they now?” he said, voice still bubbling with laughter. After 200 years, someone had taught him something new. “Well, I suppose I shall have a drink then. After all, I can’t be seen with such dull red eyes. That won’t do. They must be glittering rubies at all times!”

He sang the last words, imitating those terrible, fawning bards.

Tav shook her head, a small smile cracking on her face. “Glittering rubies?”

“But of course. The bards used to sing of them all the time. Why? What would you call them?”

Tav thought on this as she rolled up her sleeve offering him her wrist. “I don’t see a gemstone. Too cliche. I’d call them something of real value.”

Astarion casually inspected her wrist for a good place to bite, finding every bit of skin close to the vein littered with poorly or unhealed bite marks. He thumbed the wounds, suddenly ashamed.

“Let’s give your wrist a rest. Besides, I haven’t taken a draught from that delicious neck of yours in a while. Indulge me?”

Tav nodded and began fiddling with her stiff and fussy leather overshirt with a collar that stopped under her chin. She took her time, annoying him. The prospect of drinking from her neck made Astarion impatient.

“Let me,” He pushed her fingers aside to undo the laces himself. “Now go on, what could be more valuable than jewels?”

“Food. You can’t eat rubies. Your eyes are something cool and bitter but tasty. I dunno cranberries maybe? Though, I guess that wouldn’t sound so good in a song, huh?”

“It sounds beautiful to me,” he answered and said no more.

“I’d like to meet this Cazador of yours someday,” Tav said after a few moments of silence.

“Why in great gurgling Chionthar would you want to do that?”

“So I can kill him.”

Astarion’s fingers stilled, the last two laces still done up. “Really?”

“I think he’s more than earned it, don’t you?”

“Oh, very much so,” he croaked, forcing words out of his emotion-thickened throat. Whether or not he was “too late” didn’t matter anymore. She offered him the one thing he wanted. Freely. Without promise or payment.

It was that easy.

And if that was so easy, as the druid had said, what else could be?

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #astarion #OFC Tav #someone fucking cooked here idc idc

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the-lavender-room · 4 months

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Random blurb

what if: the gene cleanser only partly worked

Ft curt feeling bad bc he can’t help anyone

Spider-Man’s back hit the cold, hard ground of the enclosure. The frigid water drenched his suit, and the cold seeped into his aching bones and muscles. He was tired; felt the strange need to sleep now, but he couldn’t. He needed to hold out for a bit longer. For the gene cleanser to work.

The lizard stomped over to him, snarlingly. Spider-Man crouched low to the ground, ready to leap out of the way of any incoming attacks. It lunged at him with a low, guttural hiss. Spider-Man dodged froward; nearly avoiding its claws; the sudden pain and warm liquid let him know.

The lizard narrowed its yellow eyes. It screeched and shook its head violently. It wrapped it claws around its head and clasped to the ground with labored breaths. Spider-Man crawled closer; slowly. Large, brown eyes stared back at him. “Ss-spi…der…Ma-an?” His voice was slow and raspy and tired.

“Doctor Conners! Are you…with me?” Spider-Man yelped, putting his hands up in front of him. ‘He can talk now, but…’

He flicked his tongue out twice “I…th-think…so…” Conners rose to a crouch; eyes aimed at the ground and tail curled around himself. “I h-hurt you…”

Spider-Man place his on the still-reptilian-man’s shoulders. His scales are cold. ‘He’s still a lizard…’ “It’s fine, don’t need to worry about lil’ old me!” He joked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“DAD!”

They both looked up at the small yell. Billy and Eddie were leaning over the railing; eyes big wide. Spider-Man helped the doctor up the wall. He sat still on the railing; rubbing his cold hands together.

Curt Conners reached a hand out to his son, but pulled back when he saw his own monster-ish claw; blood seeped in between the scales. That did not stop Billy for wrapping around him, tightly; tears staining Conners’s shirt. “I’m-I’m just glad you’re okay!”

“I am too…” Conners replied, bending down to fully embrace his son. His eyes burned with tears as he sobbed silently.

Spider-Man stayed for a while, even after Martha Conners arrived. It wasn’t until he heard the distance sound of sirens that he decided it was time to leave. ‘Go home, take a shower, wrap up my injuries, sleep until graduation…’

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It had been a week since the lizard incident, and since Peter and Gwen had been to the lab. Peter had decided not to use the pictures he took that night; not that the media wasn’t all over it the next morning. “Local scientist turns into giant lizard; fights Spider-Man in subway station!”

When they got to the lab; the entire entrance was swarmed with people and cameras. They pushed their way to the doors; where Eddie was there to pull them in.

“Oh, Peter, may I talk to you for a second…Privately.” Doctor Conners asked when he saw him. His voice still sounded a bit…hissy. Peter followed him to his office, though he could see Martha watching him. Intently.

They stood there in the dimly lit office, awkwardly staring at anything but each other. Conners looked at Peter and flicked his tongue out a few times, a bit too close for Peter, and sighed.

“Are…are you Spider-Man?”

“Uh!… what?! No!” He shuddered. “Why would you think I’m Spider-Man?” He asked, trying to sound as little suspicious as possible.

Conners looked away, a bit embarrassed. “You…uh… smell the same.”

“That’s creepy.” Peter remarked, leaning against the wall.

“I know.” Conners flexed his claws a bit. He looked between the sharp, black nails and Peter before asking. “Is your back okay?”

Peter sighed, “I already told you, I’m not Spider-Man!” He headed for the door; helping Gwen with organizing sounded really fun right now. “My back’s fine, my hand’s fine, I’m not hurt. Because I wasn’t in danger!”

“I didn’t mention your hand.”

Peter’s head slumped against the door, ‘I’m NOT getting out of this!’ He turned to look at the lizard man. “What do you want?”

“Do you need help? I… don’t remember much, but- I hurt you. I could’ve killed you…” he squeezed his tail; tears at the corner of his eyes. “…even if it’s medical supplies, please, just let me help you…”

“whoa, hay! I’ll think about the help! But please stop with the crocodile tears, I feel bad when people cry for me.” He placed a hand on the doctor’s shoulder. “Just tell me your also be helping yourself.” The lizard nodded. “Did you tell anyone?”

“Just my wife.”

“Good, good. How is she taking… this anyway?” Peter gestured to Conners’s body. An attempt to lighten the mood a bit.

“Well, better than I thought at least.”

#my writing #tssm #the spectacular spider man #tssm peter parker #tssm curt conners #tssm the lizard #tssm lizard #ficlet #this is bad

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burnwater13 · 3 months

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Sand person jumping from one speeder bike to another as Boba Fett teaches them how to pilot the vehicles that are new to them. From the Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 2, The Tribes of Tatooine. Concept art by Christian Alzmann.

“Fennec, the humor of your statement eludes me. Perhaps I’ll have Majordomo spend some time with you explaining humor and its application. I imagine that will only take him a day or two.”

Grogu did his best to hide his giggling. Fennec had looked annoyed at first and then horrified. Grogu expected that this type of corrective instruction had been supplied at some other point in time and Fennec did not relish a repeat of it. The reason for that eluded Grogu. He liked the Majordomo and found many of the things he said to be kind of poetic and really funny.

“Fine Boss. Fine. Will you be going down to check on the rancor?”

“No. I have not finished my story. You may go down to the training area and explain your sense of humor to the rancor. Perhaps that will help.”

Grogu swore to his dad, much later that day, that he had heard Fennec say ‘ouch’ but then she was gone in that way she had of completely disappearing.

“Don’t worry young one. We will visit the rancor later. I’m afraid that trainer Machete has grown fond of Miss Motto and wishes that he had more time to woo her. The Majordomo is not entirely in favor of that, so I’ve found that the rancor is being caught up in the drama. Now… where did we leave off?”

Good question. Fennec seemed to think that something embarrassing had happened, but to Grogu it had simply seemed like the Sand people were having the normal problems of a beginner using a new piece of equipment.

“Ah. Yes. Perhaps I didn’t make it clear. Instead of moving the speeder in a forward direction the first person who tried to operate the bike, twisted the handles and went hurtling backward. They stopped quickly, but not before they crashed into a privy tent and then landed in the bantha fodder. They had a lucky escape. No one wants to land in the privy that way.”

Ah… now that made perfect sense. Yes, it was embarrassing but really, it wasn’t as bad as eating your dad’s Mythosaur charm and then having to sit still while he used a tool to fish it out of your stomach. Grogu had definitely used the Force that day to deal with how embarrassing that whole mess had been. Din Djarin didn’t even remember that it had happened, which was all for the best.

Grogu nodded at the Daimyo and Boba Fett took up the story again.

“Well, after a certain amount of trial and error with each member of the tribe, after changing where our practice ground was located, I managed to teach them all the fundamentals of operating the speeder bikes. We practiced many things, including jumping from one bike to another while we were at full throttle. The Sand people are tough. They are like Mandalorians that way. Many times my friends fell off, but they always got back up and tried again. Soon they were handling the jump with a great deal of skill and not nearly as much luck as I thought might be needed.”

The Daimyo paused and Grogu noticed the very thoughtful look that settled on his face. Memories that were both funny and sad no doubt.

“I hoped that we would have enough time to figure out when that train of the Pykes would be coming back, so we would have time to formulated a plan.”

The Daimyo paused for a moment and located a bottle of spirits and poured himself a drink.

“I will have a droid bring you some broth. I hate to say it, but Fennec is right. Mandalorians drink a good deal of bone broth, but the tiny pieces are not crackers, they are delicate sweets. I do not offer them to her because she had made too many jokes at my expense when I eat them. Better that she thinks they are crackers.”

Grogu grinned at that. He felt the same way about frogs. Especially the freeze dried type he was able to bring on trips. They were crunchy, tasty, light, and smelled so much that no one else ever wanted any. That was fine by him.

“Sand people are patient, but the attack by the Pykes had created a great deal of hard feelings. Before we had time to do the truly detailed planning any good bounty hunter likes to prepare before setting off, the train returned. I admit I was a bit tired as I had been practicing with the gaffi stick and trying to improve my technique, but the train was spotted and it became important to strike quickly.”

Daimyo Fett took long drink from his glass of spirits and then sighed.

“It is never easy, young one, as you know, to lose friends. It is even more bitter to lose them to the Pykes who did not even consider them people. But in the end, we managed to reach the train, take over control and stop it. Many of the Pykes did not survive that encounter. But the Sand people are gracious victors. They are not as horrifyingly cruel as they have been depicted in the stories of those who colonized Tatooine. I negotiated on their behalf and the Pykes who survived the crash were allowed to return to Anchorhead… on foot.”

Grogu smiled at that and clapped his hands. That was a good way to end such a story. A negotiated peace could be the beginning of a change that would benefit all of Tatooine.

“I understand, young one. But that decision is one I consider daily. Had we not let them go, the rest of the syndicate might have been persuaded to believe that an irate Krayt dragon had caused their doom. But these Pykes have no honor. They returned and killed my friends and I shall never give them so much as a tear if they set foot on Tatooine again. Their lives shall be forfeit and the rancor will grow fat on their bones.”

Then the Daimyo wiped at his eyes and then clapped and a small droid zipped over to them.

“The young one needs refreshment. Then locate Administrator Shand. I am reminded of some work that I have not scheduled yet.”

Grogu coo’d and patted the Daimyo’s scarred hand. He remembered that his dad had told him what the Pykes had done and certainly when Grogu had returned to Tatooine, after spending so much time at Luke’s Jedi Sleep Away Camp, he’d seen the Pykes’ handy work up close and personal. He hoped for their sake that they had learned a lesson, because he knew, without a doubt, that the rancor looked forward to eating something other than eopie and dung worms.

This is the Way.

#calendar prompt a day #grogu #the book of boba fett #Boba Fett #fennec shand #Din Djarin

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