#[lays on the ground...eating apple

[n0t-y0ur-piece-0f-cake]

The study of human social behaviour

Summary: you get kidnapped by Yautja, as well as some other people. You try to escape but in a twisted turn of events, you end up being an aliens mate for life.

Fem reader x male yautja

Warnings: NSFW, kidnapping, non-con/rape, violence, death, swearing, mention of forced pregnancy

MDNI / MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

For everyone else: read at own risk

Not proof read, English is not my first language

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"I remembered how I was sitting at my dining table, eating.

Just minding my business and trying to calm down from my stressful day at work. But everything changed with a sudden white light illuminating my surroundings completely." I said, looking into everyone's faces. We sat in a circle. On the cold white ground. What seemed to be LED lights shone so bright, it hurt my eyes at the beginning. Now my eyes didn't mind anymore. The walls were empty and cold.

I turned to look behind me. Looked at the big glass where these aliens are probably observing us. "And that's how I ended up here, in this room. That's all I know." My glance shifted right back at the group. We were three women and three men. Some acknowledged my story by nodding, others by just looking at me wide eyed. I was last to tell. Their stories weren't any diffrent. All of them experienced that white illuminating light. And then they were waking up in here.

I have no idea how long we've already been here. But probably not even a day. Neither do I have any idea what these aliens want from us. Or if they would be happy to tell us, if they even know our tongue.

For now we just sat around. Trying to wrap our mind around what we should do. What THEY would do. One guy threw in a idiotic plan on how he would try to escape, which was quickly shut down and discouraged by us. Why? Because we already saw these aliens. We saw how they were built and could easily lift a out of hand human, to throw them out. The guy they threw out was here again, but he was now quiet. I don't know what they did to him. He doesn't tell either.

After a while our conversations got more quiet, less frequent. I personally was frustrated there was nothing to pass time here. Frustrated I still don't know what the fuck they want. I was laying on the ground for a while now. Others laying too, or sitting against the wall. Suddenly the lights dimmed. I jump up and look around. See if I can spot any differences. Nothing. After a few seconds a big plate from underneath the viewing window was brought into the room. On it were various kind of fruits and vegetables from earth. We all looked at each other. Confused. Should we eat it? Is it poisoned? A woman took the first step. "I'm hungry!", she exclaimed. She took a Mango and bit right in it, peeling the skin then, when she punctured the Mango.

Everyone else followed. I did so too, grabbing an apple, inspecting it. I stood close to the viewing window. Out of curiosity I pressed my forehead against it, I could see the shape of these aliens. They stared at me. Noting something in their, what seemed to be, computers. I sat down on the ground. Just like everyone else. We were now gathered around the plate containing food.

After what seemed to be another hour, the light turned even more dim. Enough to see, but significantly more darker. "I have to use the toilet. Real bad", one of the guys said. "Use the corner?" The other guy said. One girl got mad and made a gagging sound "Are you crazy?" "Well where else is he supposed to go? There's nothing here!"

I look up at the window, and point at it. "Maybe we can ask them?" "Oh sure. Please mister or misses alien, give us a toilet." The guy who had to pee said mockingly. The girl that was still quiet since the beginning sighed and said we should give it a try. She stood up. She looked at all of us, unsure if she should really do it. I nodded. The pee guy nodded too. "Toilet! We need a toilet!" She screamed at the window. Nothing happened. I look through the window again making sure someone is even on the other side. Which yes they are. I look at the girl. "Do it again", I said. She screamed again. This time I joined in and banged my fist against the window. The guy who had to pee chuckled and mocked us again.

Suddenly the big plate was taken back. The sound of a motor made us all go quiet. We looked at where the sound came from. We all starred in awe as a new small room in a corner was build. The new walls including a door came out of the big walls. The motor kept whirring until it seemed to lock in. The guy who had to pee stood up and bolted for that room. As he opened the door he screamed out in ecstasy. "It's an actual fucking bathroom!" He slammed the door, locking it and doing his thing. We could hear muffled yelling. "It has a shower and everything, holy shit!"

The girl who was screaming at the window to get a toilet sat down again. We were all still in our spot. And the rest of the room was still empty. We were all in that corner as if the rest of the room is bad. The guy came back from his bathroom break. Sat down with us as well. I didn't know anyone. Not even their names. Would it be awkward to ask now? Whatever. I'll do it. "I'm Y/N."

They looked up at me. Silence.

"I'm Dave", said the pee guy. "Rachel." The girl that screamed but was always silent.

"Maria", she smiled as she said her name. The girl that was disgusted by the 'pee in the corner suggestion'. "Alexander. But Alex is cool too" said the guy who had lost his temper at the start and was taken by these aliens to god knows where but brought back.

The guy who suggested Dave to pee in the corner sighed. "Nick."

"Is that short for anything?" Maria asked. "Nicklas." Silence again. So now we know each others names. I was tired. I layed down. Some others followed soon after. Motor whirring came up again. We jumped up to look. Out of the wall came beds. For everyone one. They were lined up next to each other on one wall, next to the bathroom. We looked at each other again. We slowly stood up and went over. A fight soon came to ensue. No one wanted to sleep right next to the window. "One of the men have to go on that bed!" Rachel stood her ground. "Nuh uh", said Nick, "I won't let them grab me first!"

"There's not even a door there! To be frank the door is over there!", Dave pointed at the other wall, the door was disguised. The wall plate was over it, covering the door. We all know. Because Alex was taken through it. "Nick, they're always gonna be watching us, everyone of us. It doesn't matter." I said. Nick turned to me. "Then go ahead and sleep on this bed. It's all yours."

I rolled my eyes. I looked at it. At all of them. None of them had blankets. Only pillows and a matress. I nodded. "Fine." Since this discussing was over we all just laid down. Alex still sat on the foot end of his bed. Starring at the opposite wall and where the door is. I was too tired to hold more conversation today. And I don't want to push him. So I just fell asleep.

The next day was more of the same. Our day was started by being woken up by motor whirring sound. Another plate with the same food being brought in. But instead of grabbing something everyone groaned and made a run for the bathroom. Some were faster some slower. I stood up slowly. I didn't have to pee that badly. I passed Alex bed. He was still laying in it. Eyes closed. Snoring. He's a deep sleeper. The line became smaller and smaller. And at last we were all gathered around the table and eating. Except for Alex.

"What did he see?" Maria asked. Everyone shrugged their shoulders. Silence. Maybe no one wanted to keep talking about it because maybe these aliens will get mad. Understandable. We left some food for Alex on the plate. As we stood up and went back to our respective beds to sit down on soft ground the motor starter whirring again. The plate with Alex's food was taken back. Since I was closest to the window and the plate I jumped up and grabbed the left overs before it was fully gone.

I placed it at the foot end of my bed. Waiting on my bed for anything to happen. Dave stood up and banged his fist at the window. "We're bored!" Maria rolled her eyes. There was no reaction even after a while. "Ask for something specific." Rachel said. I nod. "Oh! Like a PC or something." We all looked at Maria's comment. "A PC? What would you want with that? I doubt they have earth Internet access or would allow us to use theirs. If they even have that." Dave said.

"Well they do have PCs so I think they might have Internet? But... yeah. Ask for something else maybe?" I said. Dave resumed banging on the window. "Give us paper and pen! Paper! Pen!" Alex was awoken by the comotion. He grunted. "Shut the fuck up!" Motor started whirring again. A table with a chair like thing appeared. Right in the middle. On it, was nothing. Dave turned to the window again. "For gods sake, Pen! Paper!" Another whirring. This time the plate where usually the food was, came with several pencils and a stack of paper.

Dave grabbed a pen and paper. "If you're up for it, let's play some paper games." Not even a minute later we all gathered on the ground playing 'Town, Country, River'.

It's been days now. Painted and written paper was scattered underneath our beds. We requested a few more things. Like music, but it was a Walkman or whatever you called them from the 80s. We tried requesting a movie, all we got was a Disc, but no TV or anything. It doesn't even say what kind of movie or other media it contains. We requested a flashlight because Maria started to freak out when the lights dimmed for the night, which they granted. We requested actual cooked meals. But all that came was questionable looking things. They tried their best but... didn't look to edible. We did taste it. Either it was bland or not cooked through. So we kept eating fruits and vegetables. Yes. We did try to request raw foods, even going as far as to write and draw the ingredients and what tools we'd need, but they didn't do anything. None of them ever came in since Alex little incident. Not until this day.

We weren't sure if they had cameras in this room or not. Or where their blindspots are. So we came up with something. Nick, who had suggested before that we should try and escape, 'invented' the human pile. We would throw ourselves on a pile, laying on the ground with our stomach, basically. So our heads would be looking down at the same spot in the middle and our heads would be so close together we'd maybe have the chance of a camera not catching what we write on a piece of paper. We'd also be stacked upon each other, and someone would have to hold Maria's flashlight so we could see what was written on the paper. Because that's how close our heads had to be. Of course these aliens must wonder and get suspicious what we'd do. So we started out with drawing really weird things like memes. Of course we'd laugh about it. We all hoped the aliens would think we were just doing some stupid human bonding stuff drawing these pictures.

And only in-between we wrote the plans and discussions for escaping. We'd black them out or overdraw them with memes. Just to make sure. Our plan so far? The strongest must pretend that he has a heart attack or something. Everyone else needs to back up against the empty wall and pretend to be scared, where the door is. So when they open it the second strongest and strongest can distract them aliens. But why try to escape? We were here since days. Pretty sure we're on a planet. Not ours but a planet. We can hear no big motor sound that made us think that we were still in space or something. Also the fruits and vegetables changed in shape, size and color that it made us think that these ones are not from earth anymore. They looked more alien yet earthly. Like they've ran out of earth veggies and fruits and now only have their similar stuff left.

Maybe we'd have a chance of surviving out there. But we won't stay here forever. We asked them on how long they plan on keeping us here. What they want. But no answer ever came. They just starred back at us through the window. We're not gonna die here.

The day of the plan finally came. We all kept acting as always. Wake up. Eat. Do something. Nick and Dave worked out, push ups, squats, whatever, trying go get more pumped up for later. Alex was still in bed, not yet getting up, but due to the circumstances fully awake. Maria, me and Rachel on the ground playing or drawing. Rachel then got up. She took some tomatoes from under her bed that she kept there from this morning and started screaming and acting weirdly. The plan has started.

Maria and I got up. Looking at her. The men turned to look at her. We all pretend to be in shock. She started throwing the tomatoes on the window. Taking the table and throwing it against the window. Dave shoved the table to the wall, where he ordered us to go and stay safe away from Rachel. Still the plan.

I felt my heart pumping hard. I am so nervous. This could go so wrong. Suddenly the plates were moved and the door was opened. An alien came in and headed towards Rachel. Dave immediately grabbed the table and smashed it down on the alien. They got into a fight, the table broke so Dave took a piece and hit it over and over again. The alien groaned. We ran towards the door. It was closed. There were buttons tho. Alex pressed the one he remembered the most from the day he was taken. It opened. Just as wanted to slip through the door closed on me and Dave. Dave got stuck between the door. It didn't do much. But the wall plates started moving to shut close. We heard the others scream from the other side. Nick and Rachel quickly taking over and running away with the other two.

The wall plates didn't stop. Dave screamed for help. I grabbed his arm and started to pull him, but his other arm was stuck in the door. He flexed it, twisted and turned it, but it was stuck. The wall finally came to a close. I screamed and looked away as a crunching noise emitted the room. I shut my eyes and held my ears with my hands that quickly let go of Dave. I looked at the ground. My back was turned to Dave. A puddle of blood came close to my shoes. I took away my hands from my ears. Listening if I could hear Dave speak or breath. Nothing. Silence.

I felt nauseous. I felt like I was about to drop dead myself. I couldn't bear looking back at him now. I dont want to see his crushed body. The alien that has been hit layed in front of me. Seemingly unconscious as he was still breathing. Defeated I sat down next to it. I couldn't even bear to sit on the bed now. I heard commotion behind me. The wall plates and door moving to open. Daves body hit the ground, before he was dragged out. When I was sure he was gone, I turned as well. Ther was no alien standing guard. So I jumped up and ran- but the unconscious alien grabbed my arm and jerked me right back down with one motion. He wasn't unconscious. He was pretending like we were. "Please let me go." I said, still trying to pull away but the alien was just too strong.

It got up. Its large frame hovering over me. It was wider than me too. His muscles seemed so large and its grip... two things that showed me that it could crush my skull easily if it wanted to. I was as well lifted up to stand. Another alien, unlike the one holding me, wore white instead of silver armor. The one now standing in the doorframe also seemed to wear more fabric. Was more covered. The one holding me seemed to wear the more basic armor or clothes. So I thought. They communicated in a tongue I couldn't understand. When they were done, the one holding me looked down to me, looking deeply into my eyes. I looked at it back. It's eyes shone yellow, against his dark, almost black and brown shades of reptile like skin.

I couldn't read its emotions. Out of no where it yanked me with it, dragging me god knows where. Are they going to put me down, out of my misery like the experiment animals that we maybe were? I was dragged out of the room, I jumped over the puddle of Daves blood. Feeling disgusted and being reminded about these sounds his body made. I'd never forget that. Hallways and hallways without end. We seemed to get into another testing facility. As it still dragged me, we passed embryos of various types of unrecognisable creatures kept in large tubes.

I didn't fully understand, couldn't grasp on it that quickly. Until we reached a empty room. It wasn't large. Maybe 10 feet in every direction. "Are you going to kill me?" I asked. The alien looked at me. It shook its head no. It could understand me. "What will you do then?" It tilted its head to the side. A deep voice, growling animalistic, started to speak. "Experiment." "Experiment?", I looked at it shocked. It could speak. But what does it mean? "What were you planning with my group?" It took a while until it could form another sentence, like as if it was trying to make sure it was using the right words. "Ooman social Experiment. But now they dead." It said in broken English.

I looked at it wide eyed. "You just wanted to observe our behaviour?" It nodded. "When ooman is entrapped, yes." "And then?"

"Let ooman free again, but oomans tried escape, now dead." My eyes widened even more. "You would have let us go??" A tear ran down my face, knowing we would have made it out alive anyways. "They're dead? I saw them run out!" "We killed." It said almost confident. I looked at it now with confusion. "So why not kill me, huh!?"

"Other experiment. I decide." I tilted my head now too. "Other experiment?" "Yes, but ooman will not get out of this." It said stepping closer to me. I took a step back, trying to create distance, it tried to grab my arms but I quickly turned and tried to get to the door. It did reach it, but I didn't know which button to press, neither did pressing all of them help. Or all of them at the same time, before it grabbed me by the waist, to slam me onto his frontal body. "No escape, ooman", it growled above my head. Not long after it placed its hands on my pants colar. I placed my hands on its arms, trying to get these arms away from there, knowing where this will go. My pants buttons were ripped right off, didn't matter how much I tried to get it away. It then pulled down all of that I wore underneath my waist. Now my bare ass and vagina were exposed to the cold air. One hand was placed right between my legs, cupping my vagina, while it's middle finger started working on my clit. It send out signals to my brain I didn't want. I yelped like a puppy. I saw how it threw a cloth to the side of us. I remember it, it was the cloth between its legs. That was seemingly worn as a type of pants.

I grabbed its arms, that was still cupping and working on my vagina, still trying to push it away, I clenched my legs together, making the feeling and every movement even more intense unwillingly. My yelps have turned into small gasps of air. I leaned back on its chest, looking up on it. "Please stop" I begged. It leaned down, so much so that I was made to bend over in the process. Its hand stopped cupping me. And the other was on my neck, its pressure on my neck and now waist made me arch my back. "Stay." It demanded. I whimpered, but I obeyed. Pleased that I stood still, I felt it part my fold with its fingers. If I wasn't sure if this alien was male before I was sure enough now.

Before I knew he placed the tip of his cock into my vagina, before grabbing my hips and slamming his length into me. A scream left my mouth. A pained one. It was something I never felt before. A girth what felt like almost 4 fingers wide and a length that hit my cervix on the first slam. And from what I could feel, he still had more, that just couldn't fit in. He leaned down back to me, so my back and his chest weren't ever to part. "Mate." He said. He started with a slow pace, i could feel more of his cocks texture. It seemed to have some kind of small knobs on it, on its shaft. My face felt hot. Almost burning. I didn't know where to place my hands, so i placed them on top of his. Almost grabbing him. "My mate." He growled even more as his breath seemed to picked up with his pace. Him hitting my cervix now harder made me squirm in pain, but at the same time it felt good. His pace got even more faster. My right hand traveled to his right side of his hip, trying to push him away, or at least to make him slow down. It was too much for me, as I let my head drop, my eyes roll back and soft moans now escaping my mouth, his pace dropped but his thrusts became more violent, as well as his grunts. Not long after he buried his cock as deep as he could, standing up straight and letting me feel his warm cum fill me, as he still held me in place with his hands on my hips.

I saw it drip down along my thighs, it was a glowing greenish substance. "My mate." It repeatedly muttered. My heart pace calmed down after a while. As well as my body seemed to as well. So he pulled out. "Ah'kun", he said, pointing to himself, before he put back on his cloth covering his dick. He left the room without a word.

I stood there trembling, unsure what to do now. How to even process what just happened or throughout the whole day to be exact. Ah'kun did come back after a while. Bringing another cloth, almost looking like fancy panties, with sumo like cloth in the front and back. He held it infrong of my feet. He wanted me to step in so he could make me wear it? I guess so. So i did. He pulled it up. It was almost a bit too tight. But it should do for now. In the same motion as he pulled up my new panties or pants, he undid my shirt and bra. Of course I tried to go against it, but he just didn't bother. He was still stronger. He disposed all of my clothes with a trashcan that came out by pressing something on an empty wall. Right after he dragged me out. I was now wearing nothing but these weird panties. "Forgot..." He said. Taking a necklace of his neck and binding it around mine. "What is that?" I asked, looking at the necklace seemingly made out of bones. "Shows everyone your mate. My mate."

I look at him. At this point, I wasn't a experiment to him anymore, wasn't I? He took my silence for an answer, that was good enough for him. As we stepped outside into the daylight, we were right. We were on a planet. A tropical one. With what almost looked like aztec pyramids. And it seemed to be normal that these aliens wore only these panties. Even the female ones. Only few wore armor. "Why don't they all have armor?" I looked at him, as he held my hand. "No hunters or warrior" he pointed at the majority that didn't wear armor. "And you?" I said, I looked back and forth at them and him. "I, elite hunter. You have luck, my mate." He started to get confident again.

"Why luck?" "Elite hunter, high status." He said even more confident. His ego definitely stroked. He dragged me down the stairs of the pyramid we were in. The lab pyramid I'm taking. As we stepped out of the shadow, it was even a smart idea of him to remove my warm clothing. Because the sun here was brutally hot.

We were walking for a bit, the other aliens looked at us, specifically me. Some talked with Ah'kun, in their native tongue of course. Giving him proud pats on the back. Was a human mate an achievement? A trophy? Who knows. I don't. We finally reached another pyramid, one of those many. "My home, you live now too, here."

He closed the door behind me. In here, the air was cool again. The decorations and furniture style felt similar to several antique human civilisations, but yet held their advanced alien touch. I looked everywhere. There was even an armor room. Where his helmets and other armor were displayed. A trophy room with several heads of all kinds of creatures.

I kept looking. I found everything you'd expect from an house. Bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, living room. And empty or barely filled rooms. "What's all the empty rooms for?" "Storage. And little ones." I tilted my head. "Little ones?" He nodded. Did he mean kids? Was I even able to give that to him? What was I thinking. When did I start to be okay with this? This isn't my planet. In that moment it dawned on me. Was this my life now? I started crying. Not just because of the fact that I was here, but because of all of this.

Ah'kun patted me caringly on the back. "You will be good mom, no worry."

[axelsagewrites]

Hey, can I please request Jacaerys x aunt!reader where he goes to her after the dance as she had been imprisoned in the dungeons and he offer her to let him have her or she'll be sentenced to death or sum. And reader is as pious and religious as Alicent and she is horrified by the idea of being sullied by ""bastard seed"" but she reveals to be c0ck-drunk by the end of it?

Jace Velaryon*Perfect Wife

Pairing: Jace x f!reader

Word count: 2809

Warnings: dub con, imprisonment, held at knife point (not during smut), praise, degradation, nipple play, p in v sex, hickeys, spanking, bruising, forced marriage, smut 18+c

Masterlist here

You weren’t much of a warrior. You had been raised the way a princess should have been. Well, that’s what your mother told you. However, when two days had passed since Aemond and Aegon had left to confront Rhanerya, and everyone refused to tell you what was happening you decided to get the hell out of there on your dragon.

Maybe you’d end up in Essos and sell a dragon egg for a home. Maybe even Dorne. You could try throw yourself on their mercy. After all, their ambassadors had always seemed to enjoy your company. However, all your plans soon crumbled when you accidentally flew into what you’d assumed to be an empty clearing.

You’d landed in a small field and had quickly tried to ‘borrow’ an apple from a local farm when you felt a strong grip on your arm and a sharp blade on your neck. So cold it had to be Valyrian steel. “And who do we have here?” you recognised Jace’s voice clearly. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you pretty girls shouldn’t go about dawdling?”

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The stone floors bruised your knees each time you knelt to pray but you didn’t complain or even wince at the pain. You’d counted the days you’d been here by etching marks in the stone with the corner of your Seven-star necklace your mother had given you. 27 days so far. Each morning you prayed. Well, what you thought was morning. Then each afternoon then evening. Each time to a different member of the seven. Even the stranger since perhaps the god of death was the one you truly needed right now.

“My lady,” a sing song voice called out, “Lunch is ready,” Jace said as he approached your cell with his usual grin. He didn’t come every day but when he did it only seemed to add to your punishment. “I made sure to pick you the freshest apple,” he crouched down, holding it out to you.

You kept your eyes on the ground as you tried to finish your prayer, “C’mon now. They’re clearly not listening to you,” he mocked, sitting down the tray in front of the bars to your cell.

Still, you ignored him as you wrapped them up. Jace sighed and just as you finished your prayers he stood, taking the tray with him. “Where are you going?” you called, moving to stand on your feet and grabbing the bars, “That’s my food,”

“No this is my food,” he said, as if he was calling the sky blue, “And you never took it,”

“I was praying!”

“Not fast enough,” he teased. “Maybe next time you’ll remember to acknowledge the heir to Westeros,” he said as he turned to leave.

“My brothers not here,” you mumbled, turning around to go take your place on the wooden bench they called a bed.

The wine cup clattered against the wall, missing your head by only an inch. You span on your heels to confront him, but the only trace was your food dropped on the ground in a head and the apple slowly rolling towards your cell.

It stopped just out of arm’s length of the bars as if the gods really were mocking you. It took you laying on the ground, stretching out the tips of your fingernails to manage to roll it closer so you could grab it. You consoled yourself knowing he never came twice in one day.

Yet this time he did.

Jace arrived with a meal so nice looking it almost reminded you of what you used to eat. There was even a whole chicken leg on it. when he saw the apple core in the corner of your cell Jace couldn’t help but laugh. “Here,” he said, reaching it out for you to try manoeuvre through the bars when he suddenly pulled it back, “Aren’t you going to thank your prince?”

“Thank you,” you glared, reaching your hand out.

Jace just smirked, “Thank you what?”

“Thank you, dear nephew,” you offered with a fake smile.

“Say it. say that I am the true heir, a true prince, and I will be most obliged to give you this chicken leg. Straight from the queens table,” he said, showing it to you once more just to rub it in.

You could feel your stomach rumble, but you couldn’t say it. not after all this time. Not after all the battles. Not for a chicken leg. “My mother isn���t here,” you said through gritted teeth.

Jace reached through the bars, grabbing your neck before you could react. His grasp was tight but despite his fingers digging into your skin you weren’t afraid, “I can only be so patient,” he warned before letting you go. He turned to leave, taking the food with him, “besides, who said your mother is even alive?” he mocked before slamming the door shut behind him.

The stalemate continued for another day and a half and suddenly you were regretting not rationing the apple. At least the guards had kept your water jug topped up, but you didn’t want to risk that being taken too.

“I have a new deal,” Jace said, walking in empty handed.

“Where’s my food?” you said, not even standing from where you sat on your bed.

“That’s not very polite,” Jace tutted, leaning against the bars, “How would you like to get out of here?” you couldn’t help your eyes widening at the idea. Something Jace seemed to revel in. he unlocked your cell and despite wanting to run you sat still as he closed the door behind him. “Come here. Let me get a closer look at you,”

You wanted to slap him but instead you stood up and slowly crossed the floor while Jace’s eyes scanned your frame. “Still so beautiful,” he mumbled before he finally brought his eyes back to yours as your cheeks burned, “I have a new proposal for you,” he said, reaching to stroke your cheek. He was gentle but you still flinched at his touch.

He stepped closer, moving his hand down till he was toying with your necklace, his eyes not so subtly on your chest, “Marry me,” he said, and you instantly grimaced at his words, “Be my wife and I will let you free,”

“I wouldn’t be free,” you snapped, “I’d be the wife of a bastard, a nobody, a waste of space- “you began to spit your venom at him only to be cut off by his tight grasp around your neck.

“I wouldn’t be so hasty if I was you,” he warned, “What I’m offering is generous. You should hear what Daemon had planned for you,” he dropped his grip and you instantly stepped back, trying to recatch your breath.

Jace slowly began to circle you, eyeing you up from every angle as you silently thought over his offer when suddenly a thought popped into your head, “What’s in it for you? Last time I checked you already had a betrothed,”

“Alliances can change, we both know that” he drawled, his chest pressed against your back while his hand grazed your hip. Not mine, you thought, but you stayed silent instead. “Besides I need a wife. Someone to show off in court,” his hand trailed up from your hip to your waist making you shudder through the thin dress they’d gave you, “Someone to bear children. Someone to warm my bed,” he said, his lips pressed against your ear.

His hand went to move to your front, but you grabbed his wrist before he could touch anything, “I’d rather die,” you spat.

Jace grabbed your hips, spinning you around and pulling you flush against his chest, “That can be arranged,” he warned but he still wore his teasing smirk, “You think you’d survive here without me? A pretty young things like yourself in nothing but her night dress roaming around court, think of the scandals. Gods help you if you even make it out the castle. What do you think the small folk would do with a princess like you?”

“Perhaps they’d save me. If they believed in the true king,” you said, trying to hold firm but feeling yourself shake.

He chuckled under his breath, “There is only a queen. C’mon, I can’t be that bad surely. You saying you’ve never thought about it?” he said, his hand moving down to your ass, his lips moving to your ear, “Its not just the gods who know your dirty little secrets,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning your neck.

“I want my dragon back,” you said suddenly making Jace lift his head from where he’d been dragging his lips across your neck, “If I’m to be your wife,”

“As soon as your belly swells with my seed,” he said, “Anything else?”

It felt like a trap, but you tried anyway, “And separate rooms. I don’t want to see you more than I have to,”

He chuckled this time, “That can be arranged, anything else?” you eyed him carefully before shaking your head no. one child and then you could escape with your dragon. It would take a year, maybe two, and then you’d be free. “Good. I shall have them draw up a treaty. But in the meantime,” he said, grabbing your ass so suddenly you gasped, “I want some kind of reassurance you won’t back out,”

“And what’s that?” you asked through gritted teeth.

“I want to fuck you,” he said making the words dry up in your throat, “And if I didn’t know any better id say you wanted me too,”

“And if I say no?” you asked.

Jace dropped his grip, but a smirk fell on his lips as he began to walk away. “Then no deal,” he said, reaching for the door.

“Wait!” you called, reaching out to grab his arm. Jace turned his gaze back to you with a knowing smirk, “I suppose if you are to be my husband. The gods, they’d understand,” you said, trying to rationalise it all.

Jace moved closer to you till his chest was flush against yours, “I’m sure they’d understand after all,” he said, pushing the hair out of your face, “Who could blame you for wanting some pleasure in your life?” he said, his hand trailing down till he grabbed your tit, squeezing it softly, “Why would something that feels so good be so wrong?” he whispered in your ear, his hand traveling lower to your thighs, toying with the hem of his dress.

His lips moved to kiss down your jaw, across your neck till he was kissing your undiscovered sweet spot making you moan softly. His arms moved to slip around your waist, pulling you somehow closer to him as your hands rested on his shoulders. You gasped when he squeezed your ass and winced at the quick slap, he gave it before his hands moved to the hem of your dress.

The cold air rushed over your frame, making your nipples harden as Jace pulled the dress over your head in one swoop. The only thing to cover you was your necklace but right now that felt even worse. Jace’s eyes travelled your frame, soaking up every inch, “The gods have blessed me with you,” he murmured.

“You do not know the gods,” you glared but Jace just chuckled as his hands went to cup your tits, stroking his thumbs over your perked nipples making you whimper.

“Perhaps you don’t either,” he said as he led you by your hips to your bed. He sat on it, his hands resting on your hips as he pulled you into his lap.

His lips moved to your collarbones, kissing and nipping at the soft skin. Your brain told you to push him away, but a strange feeling was overcoming your body as his hands moved to your hips. You could feel a hard bulge under his trousers as he began to move your hips, pushing your core onto his clothed cock. You moaned at the friction, his bulge rubbing perfectly against your clit sending shock waves up your body.

Soon you felt your hips begin to buck and move of their own accord. You felt his smirk against your skin as his hands moved to your tits. You gasped when he pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers making you moan. “Oh god,” you couldn’t help the moan that slipped out when he took one into his mouth, sucking on the perked bud.

You weren’t sure what had come over you, but you felt a knot tightening in your stomach, your moans growing louder as you took the gods in vain at the top of your lungs. You felt your peak hit you like a boulder before you slumped into Jace’s chest.

He moved to kiss your cheek with a chuckle. “Not even fucked you yet and look at you,” Jace said, slipping his hand down to rub against your sensitive core making your body lurch, “So wet for me,” he praised, his hand moving to unlace his trousers. “Can’t wait to see what my cock does to you,”

Before you could protest you felt his tip pressing into your entrance. You gasped, your hands moving to grab his shoulders, “Aw,” Jace pouted, “Does it hurt?” he mocked, pushing you down further, “Too fucking bad,” he practically growled as he used your hips to push you all the way down.

You almost screamed at the feeling, as if you were being split in half but Jace groaned, throwing his head back against the wall as you felt his cock twitch inside you, “Fuck you’re so tight,” he praised, giving you a moment to adjust. Your hips betrayed you again, moving without your mind thinking making him chuckle.

“Such a desperate little thing,” Jace mocked, grabbing your jaw as you tried to move away. His thumb ran over your bottom lip before using it to pry your mouth open, resting it on your tongue, “Good girl,” he praised, his free hand moving your hips.

“Fuck,” you gasped as you felt him hit all the right spots. You gave up trying to resit as your hips began to grind onto his cock.

Jace’s hands moved to your hair, grabbing it suddenly and pulling it back so he could have full access to your neck. You were sure by the way he kissed it there would be marks tomorrow but that didn’t matter now. Your hands went to his hair, tugging it softly making him growl against your skin.

His free hand went to your ass, grabbing it tightly before suddenly leaving stinging slaps against the soft flesh. You could feel your second peak fast approaching and when Jace moved to run quick circles against your sensitive bundle of nerves you felt your cunt squeeze around him as it came crashing down again.

“Fuck,” Jace mumbled, a stream of profanity tumbling from his lips as his hands moved to your hips so he could fuck you through your orgasm, “You feel so good,” he praised, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

You felt yourself coming down from your high and his movements began to slow, “Don’t stop Jace. Please gods don’t stop,” you began to beg, and you could feel his smirk.

“Begging suits you,” he teased, grabbing your jaw so he could make you face him, “You look so good right now. So drunk on my cock. Is that it?”

“Yes,” you whined, “I need you please,”

“Aw my poor baby,” he teased, “So desperate for her king,”

“Yes,” you weren’t even thinking any longer, and a spark ignited behind his eyes, “Need you. Want you my king,” you moaned.

Jace grabbed your hips tightly, standing suddenly before turning as you back slammed against the wall. You winced until you felt his hips begin to snap up against yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him tight against you. This new angle had him hitting newer spots that had your legs wrapping tight around him.

“So good,” Jace mumbled against your skin as you felt a third orgasm approaching, “My perfect little wife,” his words sent you tumbling over the edge.

Jace couldn’t resist anymore as your cunt squeezed around his cock and with a couple more pumps, he began to spill his seed. His thrusts became slow as he rode out his own peak, fucking his seed deep inside you. You were both panting as he pulled out, his forehead resting against yours as your feet finally hit the ground again.

“I always knew you had a dark side in you,” Jace chuckled as he pulled away.

“Tell anyone and I’ll kill you in your sleep, husband,” you threatened but the last word made him smile. Maybe this was a good trade after all.

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“Yeah, he’s just sort of laying on the curb in fetal position…” Sam glanced over his shoulder to see if Bucky was still curled up on the road, the vacant look on his face still going strong.

“Alright, I’ll be there” you hung up the phone and grabbed your keys, not bothering to change out of your raccoon pjs after the very strange phone call you’d just gotten. They weren’t far; the Halloween Haunt Sam and dragged Bucky to was at a family farm a short drive away. You’d planned on joining them later than evening but-

You parked and scanned the area, jogging over when you spotted a giant bunny with his magician on the ground.

“Baby? What’s wrong with him” your face scrunched up as you tried to suppress a laugh while your boyfriend mumbled something, staring off into the distance. His cape, hat and wand had been discarded to the side leaving him in shorts, a vest and for some reason his shoes. His pants were nowhere to be found.

“Someone got greedy and ate too many candy apples” Sam cackled, his giant floppy ears flapping with the movement. “Apparently sugar crashes are a super soldiers kryptonite”

“Oh, Bucky” you cooed, taking a seat beside him, your fingers carding through his hair. His lips were stained cherry red from the candy, pupils blown wide. “How you feeling bubba”

“I see dead people” he whispered, to which you sighed, nodding with him.

“I’ll keep you safe” you giggled at the content hum he made, scooting over to lay his head on your lap instead. “How are we getting him home- oh. That’ll work” You looked up to find Sam with a giant wheelbarrow, his white fluffy sleeves rolled up, currently stretching his arms.

“Gotta limber up, this motherfucker is heavier than he looks”

You snorted watching Sam brace himself before hauling up a half limp Bucky and dropping him into the bucket of the barrow. He squeaked at the sudden movement, gripping the sides of dear life while his legs hung off the edge.

“IM BEING TAKEN BY A STEROID RABBIT”

“That’s just Sam, baby”

“STEROID RABBIT NAMED SAM”

“No, it’s just us Bucky”

“WHO IS BUCKY”

“Fuck”

“THEYRE GONNA EAT ME”

“I bet he tastes like socks”

“Sam”

“FATHER HELP”

[pearynice]

Continuation of birthday drabbles for @penny00dreadful, prompt: crack (IM GONNA BE ON SCHEDULE FROM NOW ON)

“Steve,” Eddie whines, voice high and breathy and feverish, “please, my beloved, come closer.”

“I’m not burning dinner so I can check your forehead. It’s the same as it was twenty minutes ago.” Steve stirs the soup, and Eddie whines louder.

“I can see the light, dearest mine,” his boyfriend moans, and Steve hears the thunk as Eddie rolls off the couch.

Steve does not look up from the soup.

“Please,” Eddie sniffles, out of Steve’s line of sight, “bury me next to my uncle, under the apple tree so children might one day find joy upon my grave.”

“Wayne’s not dead.” Steve deadpans, lifting his face from the soup to grab the bread he’d bought on his way home, laying two slices out on a baking try and slathering them with butter, “and I think he might find issue with you saying—”

“Make my funeral be not a solemn affair,” Eddie goes on, interrupting him, “but a celebration of my life which was cut so very short.” He hacks a particularly dramatic cough, and Steve slides the bread under the broiler.

“Will do, babe.” Steve goes on, finding the strength to humor him, “I’ll make sure they play Megadeath as they lower you into the ground.”

“Traitor!” Eddie croons, “my most trusted beloved, betraying me so wholly as to play the turncoats tunes during my body’s final hours upon this earth!”

Steve pulls the soup from the burner, and takes two bowls from their cabinet. “Parsley on yours?”

Eddie pauses. “Only a little.”

Steve grabs the parsley from the fridge, and hears Eddie take another large breath.

“Make my gravestone read something honorable, please, my dearest. Have it commemorate my many great achievements. Slayer of Devils. Conquerer of Hells. Worshipper of fat asses.”

Steve pours the soup into bowls. Pulls the browned bread from the oven and takes it all to their small living room, where Eddie is still lying between the couch and the coffee table.

Eddie gasps when he sees him. “It is but an angel to carry me away! This must be the end! Please, my love, stay true to me and never bed another. My spirit could not bear it, even in death. It is my only request.”

Steve sets down their food. “Do you want to eat on the couch or the floor?”

Eddie scratches at his eyes. Then holds out a hand. “Help me?”

Steve hauls him up. Gently. Eddie’s still warm, despite the dramatic flair. His skin slightly clammy as Steve situates him, wrapping a blanket around his lap and placing the bowl in his lap. He goes in for a kiss, but Eddie ducks his head.

“Don’t wan’ you to get sick.” He sniffles, fishing a tissue from his sweatshirt. He wetly blows his nose.

Steve kisses him on the forehead instead. Gives him his soup, and joins him on their lumpy couch.

Eddie eats with his mouth open, his nose stuffed to hell, and swallows. “Thank you.” He sniffs. “‘S really good, Stevie.”

Steve hums. “What happened to dearest-mine? My love? Angel?”

Eddie laughs, and it turns into a coughing fit, and Steve has to hold his bowl of soup so it doesn’t spill all over his lap. Eyes watering, Eddie smiles. “Dearest-mine,” he begins, taking the bowl back, “my love, my angel, my one and only, thank you for the soup. How did you know this would be the only cure? My spirit will now never have to watch you bed another, for I will be able to stand by your side for many years to come with this delicious elixir of life.” Eddie leans into his side, and Steve kisses his temple.

“I love you too.” Steve murmurs.

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don’t mess with the devil ii

Part I final

Chapter ii: Home is with you

[warning: mentions of sex]

Lucifer Morningstar x human!Reader

Y/n

Y/n?

Sweetie?

The smell of chemicals wafted through your nose, and the occasional beeps that sounded like a heartbeat monitor? You groaned, and your vision still blurry. “L-Lu?..” Your voice hoarse, but the voice didn’t respond.

“It’s me mom.” The voice said, causing you to sit up quickly in response. “Whoa, slow down.” Your mother, said placing a hand on your back. “I-I’m back..” You whispered, and your mother looked at you worriedly. She gently rubbed your hand, “Yes you’re. Thank Heavens.” She said, planting a kiss on the side of your head.

You sat there and said nothing, staring blankly at the blanket. Processing everything, you were no longer in Hell. No longer with Lucifer. You were back home on Earth with your mother. Like you always wanted right? Then why did you feel so cold? So empty?

You felt as if a piece of you was missing. Like you were missing your other half. Your Lucifer. You missed his warmth, his smile, and his goofy personality at times. He always found a way to make you smile whenever you were feeling down, and you would return that sentiment.

You didn’t tell him you loved him yet, he’s told you. But he respected that you might not be ready to saw it yet. He understood completely, once you explained it to him. Having told him about your bad relationships in the past. Now, that all seemed to end right now. You were never going to see him again.

“Y/n, oh sweetie you look pale.” Your mother said, snapping you out of your thoughts. As she placed her hand on your forehead. “I’ll be right back.” She said, and you assumed she left to get the doctor. You frowned, as you laid back down in the hospital bed. The hospital gown fabric scratchy, and the sound of the heart monitor made you sick.

You laid on your side, back towards the door. Your stomach grumbled, but you didn’t feel like eating anything. Laying in the single bed made you, the king sized bed you shared with the king of hell.

The satin sheets and the comfortable bed. Mainly you missed, laying in bed with him cuddling or just laying there to relax. Or of course doing the ol devils tango. You missed the smell of the caramel apple candle that filled the bedroom. The smell of freshly baked apple by on Saturday mornings.

Tears trickled down your cheeks, as you hid your head into your pillow. As much as you were happy to be back home, seeing your mom again. Somehow, what was once home no longer felt like it.

You opened your closed hand to reveal, a golden ring with wing like textures engraved into it. Tears welled up in your eyes, as you were filled with so much regret.

“I should’ve told him..” you sniffled, as you closed your hand again. Hiding your face into your pillow once again. “How much I love him.” You whimpered, as you sobbed.

back in hell

Weeks later

Lucifer sighed, as he leaned forward onto his desk. His eyes wandered towards the framed picture on his desk, of you and him at Lu Lu World. “This is way better than Disney!” He remembered you said, after which you showed him pictures. He knew of another park called ‘Hellsney’.

You had faded away from his hands, and a part of him knew you were going back to the living world. He felt it when part of his magic he shared with you, returned to him. He didn’t even get to say goodbye, tell you how much he loved you before you faded away in his arms.

At least, he knew you were much sadder up there than here. He couldn’t bear the site of your beaten and battered body. Adam was lucky that Charlie was there to keep him, from killing him.

Lucifer stared down at Adam, as he held Charlie in his arms. His voice distorted and demonic. “You come at me my daughter and my partner!” said Lucifer, as his daughter stepped down onto the ground.

He lunged towards Adam, and stood over him. Eyes red glowing filled with rage, “Don’t forget your in my house now bitch!” He laughed, demonically as he threw punch after punch. With the intent to kill. You don’t mess with the devil or his family.

He’s going to miss that smile of yours, that infectious laughter. Your voice, and your delicious cooking that rivaled his. He never thought he’d find love again after, Lilith left. Yet, here you come in six years later. A human no doubt ending up in hell so suddenly, and he fell in love with you.

Now, you left too. Not by choice but you were gone as well. He was still recovering from Lilith leaving him while the two of you, were still in a relationship. You told him that you understood, being together for as long as they did you understood.

You being there with him helped seemed to heal that wound. Then fixing his relationship with his daughter helped too. But now that wound in his heart, seemed to open back up. Hells, he loved you god so fucking much. You were special there was something about you, maybe the two of you were soulmates.

A silly thing to think but it could be possible?

He reached towards the photo, and stared at it longingly. You had a goofy smile on your face.

He remembered that day, after that photo was taken. A hellbird flew down, and stole his caramel apple. You gave yours to him, and the two of you shared it.

God he was going to miss you..

“Come on.” A distorted voice said, he turned around in his chair. “Who’s there?!” He called out, but saw nothing. Was it all in his head. He could’ve sworn that voice sounded familiar.

“Lu!” A voice called out, a faint yellow glow as if a portal trying to manifest itself appeared behind him. He didn’t notice a hand reaching out to touch him, through the tiny hole.

He thought it must’ve been that Alastor, pulling some sick twisted prank on him. But he could’ve sworn, he felt a little bit of his magic leave him.. That could only mean..

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[angstywaifu]

Fourth Wing Boys - Comfort

Request - head canons for they boys about how they act when they had a bad day and just need some comfort

A/N: There are slight spoilers for Onyx Storm in here. Do not read if you don't wish to have some things spoiled or eluded to.

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Garrick

Initially this man would be so grumpy. He’d have been dealing with a bunch of first years who thought they knew everything now they’d bonded dragons, and had to do a supply run the night before as well. So between both of those and the little sleep he’d gotten, he’d just be over it.

You’d see him storming off after barely eating any food at dinner. Something that was very unlike him. He’d eat nearly ten times the amount you did. But when he’d barely finished one plate of food, you knew something was wrong.

You’d go after him, heading to the gym where you knew he’d go to left off some steam from whatever was bothering him. But not before grabbing some extra food for him and water before heading there.

You walk in on him unleashing his anger on one of the punching bags. His punches echoing around the room from how hard he’s hitting it.

You wait off to the side, knowing he can tell you’re there. But you know better than to interfere with him. It’s better to leave him be till he wears himself out. Which doesn’t take long. After about 10 minutes he grasps the bag to stop it from swinging around before walking over to you.

As he walks over you undo the top of the water bottle you'd grabbed, and hold out the apple you'd grabbed for him. After draining the water and devouring the apple he picks you up and sits you down on a pile of mats, stepping between your legs as he rests his hands on your hips and leans his forehead against yours.

After a while you convince him to go take a shower before dragging him into bed, laying his head in your lap as your run your fingers through his curly hair, watching as his body slowly relaxes before he lightly starts snoring.

Xaden

You know instantly he’s had a bad day. Hard not to notice with how restless as the shadows are. He may not be nearby, but you’ve always noticed how the shadows in Basgiath react to his mood regardless of where he is.

You find him in his usual spot, leaning up against the exterior walls of Basgiath as he smokes churam. Something he only did when Sgaeyl and Tairn didn’t block him out, or when he’d had a bad day. But it was easy to tell this was from a bad day. Despite the way he leaned up against the wall, his body was tense and rigid.

He doesn’t look at you as you join him against the wall, but you know he knows you’re there. You know better than to try talk to him till he’s ready. It was better to let him start the conversation when he was in one of these moods, otherwise it just made it worse.

Eventually he finishes the Churam he’s smoking, turning his head to look down at you. “That obvious I was in a bad mood?” he asks. You nod up at him, trying to hide you’re smile. “Yeah, just a bit. Which is why I brought you this.”

You reach into your pack you’d brought with you to carry what you’d grabbed from the kitchen. Chocolate cake. His favourite. Instantly a relaxed smile forms on his lips at the sight of the little brown box in your hands. He knows instantly what it is, because you always do this for him.

And just like you always do, you sit down against the wall, chocolate cake on the ground between you two as you sit in a comfortable silence and eat it.

Bodhi

It wasn’t hard to see the way Xaden was getting to Bodhi. Everytime you saw them talking together, you could see how frustrated Bodhi was getting every single time. You had no clue what it was about as he hadn’t brought it up with you, and you didn’t want to bring it up and cause him more stress.

But one night when he isn’t at dinner or at his room, you know you need to find him and talk to him or do something to make him feel better. After searching the entire college, you finally head to the flight field. And sitting on the ground next to a Cuir is Bodhi.

Cuir lifts their head as you approach, watching you as you slowly approach Bodhi. You’d never approached Cuir, but when they lay their head back down on the ground, you know they don’t mind your presence. You sit next to Bodhi, reaching out and grasping his hand to stop him from picking at the grass.

It’s clear how annoyed he is as you take him in. He’d done a good job of hiding it up until now. His body was stiff and rigid and brow furrowed as he kept his eyes downcast to the ground in front of you. After a few minutes he finally relaxes, leaning his head against your shoulder as he grasps your hand in his.

Eventually he stands, pulling you up with him before leading you back to the college and dragging you to his room where he pulls you to his bed, and insisting he gets to be little spoon as you cuddle him to sleep.

Aaric

Since the appearance of Halden, you had noticed a change in Aaric. It was small at first. Just slight changes in behaviour on the day he was around the college. The days where Aaric had to be more careful of where he went so Halden didn’t see him.

But you noticed a big shift once Halden knew he was in the Rider’s Quadrant. Especially today when he’d been pulled from a class, summoned by his brother and father. Once he had returned he was notably pissed off. Everyone else avoiding being around him. You could almost see the anger rolling off him.

You’d decided to let him be after you’d tried talking to him and he’d just grunted in reply. Pushing it would have just made him worse. He would come to you when he was ready. Which he did. Storming into the gym after dinner and heading right for you. Everyone else immediately moves out of his way, not wanting to get in his way. And you couldn’t blame them with how pissed off he looked.

You open your mouth to say something to him, but it turns into a yelp as he literally scoops you up into his arms and turns around. Despite how he turns and storms from the room, you can feel the way he relaxed as soon as he had you in his arms.

He carries you the entire way back to his room, even after you tell him you can walk. He kicks the door closed behind him before sitting down on the bed, cradling you in his lap as he holds you against him, resting his head atop yours as you bury it in his neck.

Dain

You walk into his room to Dain pacing back and forth, nearly pulling his hair out as he grumbles to himself. Clearly something had him worked up today. Something you’d definitely not been there for.

“Do I want to know what happened?” You ask, Dain startling as if he didn’t realise you’d walked in.

He starts pacing and rambling about first years and how they aren’t training the way they should, and how they’re going to be under prepared if they don’t start strengthening their signets. But insists that after what he went through with Violet he would not be coddling first years any more.

Despite his comment about not wanting to coddle them, you can see as a Wingleader he wants to do something. But he’s just not sure as to what. Which for him is a first. But since everything got turned upside down at the start of our third year, he’s been more unsure of himself than usual.

You reach out and grab his hand, stopping him before he wears a hole in the floor from how how much he’s pacing back and forth. You swear you can already see wear marks from the path he’s been walking. You reach out and grab his towel and shower things, shoving them into his hands.

“Now is not the time for showering.” He goes to exclaim before you start pushing him towards the door.

“Trust me it is. Not only do you need a shower to clear your mind, you also stink from being at said training with first years who don’t need coddling. So unless you want me to start coddling you, go shower.”

Dain just stands there and looks at you in shock, clearly not expecting you to come back like that. “How about cuddling instead of coddling?” He finally asks.

“Shower first, then cuddling.”

Ridoc

Ridoc was always making jokes, or making light of a situation. But there was something different about his jokes this evening. A different edge to them that just didn’t seem quite like Ridoc. His jokes had a more self deprecating tone to them than normal

When the others went to get more food, you stayed behind. Something he noticed as he locked eyes with you across the table. He knew you had seen right through him. Knew you’d picked up on his slight change in behaviour the others hadn’t. All it takes is a raised eyebrow before he tells you.

“Aotrom saw right through my prank.” He admits with a huff of annoyance.

You knew he’d been so excited about this prank. Had been going on about it for weeks. Clearly he must have slipped with his shields and Aotrom had seen it coming and foiled his plans.

“Well I guess you’re just going to have come up with an even better prank then.” You say excitedly, hoping it will peak his interest.

Ridoc just sighs and hangs his head. “But this one took weeks to plan and it was amazing. I don’t know if I can top it.”

“Well good thing you have me to help you plan this one then isn’t it.” You tell him

Instantly Ridoc lights up with excitement. Usually you try to stay out of his pranks, even when he begged and pleaded for your input. So you knew you offering to help him would make his day instantly better. And it does. Ridoc practically jumps over the table to sit next to you and start formulating his next prank.

Sawyer

Sawyer wasn’t the loudest of the group, but he certainly wasn’t the quietest. But since challenge’s halfway through the day you’d noticed him getting quieter and quieter. Watched has he’d zone out to the point you’d had to shove his shoulder when Kaori had asked him a question and had just stared blankly at the front of the classroom like he hadn’t heard him.

You’d wanted to grab him after class but Rhi had pulled you aside to talk about some training she wanted to do together the next day seeing as we were still unable to fly due to the colder weather. And when you’d turned around, he was gone. And then at dinner, his chair remained empty.

While the others were lost in their own conversation you left, heading up to his room. You could see the flicker of light under his door, knowing he was inside. You knocked on the door, only to be met with silence. Thirty seconds later you tried again, and yet again no response.

“I know you’re in there Sawyer. I’m not leaving till you open the door.” You call out as you rest your hand against the door.

Finally after a few moments the door swings open, revealing a very withdrawn Sawyer who turns and walks into his room before sitting on the edge of the bed and burying his head in his hands. You close the door behind you, walking over and sitting next to him as you place a hand on his back. You feel him tense up, but he quickly relaxes into your touch.

You didn’t need to ask what was wrong. Because you already knew. He’d lost his challenge. Watched him fumble over a manoeuvre he knew well. And it had cost him the win. And you knew he was kicking himself for it. Knew with the weight of what happened last year he didn’t feel like he was good enough to be here.

“I know what you’re thinking. And one mistake doesn’t mean you’re not good enough to be here, to be a rider. We all make mistakes.” You tell him. He lifts his head, lips parting to argue back. But you cut him off. “No. I’m not letting you do this. You are enough Sawyer. You bonded a dragon this year. Hell, you repeated a year when most people wouldn’t. You deserve your spot here. Don’t ever doubt that.”

After a few seconds he smiles softly at you, his usual spark back in his eyes. “Gods you’re too good for me. I love you.” He says as he takes your hands in his. “Love you to Sawyer.”

Liam

It’s late at night when someone knocks at your door. A first you freeze, not sure if you should answer the door. Who the hell would be knocking at your door this late at night. You’re tempted to pretend you’re asleep when they knock again, this time followed by a familiar voice.

“I know you’re in there reading Y/N. Open the door. Please.”

The way he says please has you throwing the book down on the bed, rushing across the room and pulling open the door to a very exhausted looking Liam. Liam who looks like he’s about two seconds away from dropping dead from exhaustion.

You grasp his hand, pulling him into your room before closing the door and pulling him over to your bed. You hadn’t expected to see him tonight. He was meant to be out on a supply run. Wasn’t due back till far later in the evening. But it’s clear he never made it on the supply run. The usual smell that came from riding a dragon was absent.

You knew from the look on his face what was up. He missed his sister. And he only got like this when an important date around his family came up. And clearly today was one of them. A day where he needed his sister, but couldn’t. Just a few more months and he’d have her back.

You start to push off his flight jacket, undoing the laces on his boots before he kicks them off and pulling down his pants and removing his shirt. Pushing back the covers, you usher him into your bed before sliding in next to him.

Instantly his arms wrap around you as he cuddles up to you, resting his head against your chest as you play with his hair. Both of you enjoying each others company in blissful silence.

[pretty-circa006]

Pie

Negan x F! Reader

summary Negan fucks you when you try to bake a pie tags slight breeding kink, unprotected p in v, vaginal fingering, pet names, pussy eating, not proofread

wc 1.4k

note just finished a little wip i had sitting around. got the idea when i was listening to stargirl interlude, so maybe you wanna listen to that while reading

*you are responsible for your own content consumption. if this is something you DO NOT like, simply DO NOT read or interact! :) *

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Negan was a great cook. It wasn't a well known fact considering he was a rather busy man with leading the Saviors and all. Occasionally, he'd make dinner for his wives and those were always her favorite days. And since last night was one of those nights, she wanted to do something to return the favor. 

So here she was in the kitchen, flour dusted her classy black dress and her fingers were sticky with pie filling as she worked on rolling out the dough for the pie's crust. This pie was going to be her way of thanking Negan for being such a good husband—at least to her. 

"What's all this?" she heard him ask from the entryway. 

"I'm baking you a 'thank you' pie," she replied as she lined the pie pan with the crust. 

"Thank you pie? The hell’s a 'thank you' pie?" 

"I dunno, just my way of showing you that I lo- appreciate you." She poured some of the apple filling into the crust, hoping he didn't catch her almost mistake.

"Well aren't you a sweetheart," he said wrapping his arms around her. His salt and pepper beard tickled her neck as he pressed kisses to it, ignoring her lighthearted pleas for him to stop distracting her. As she cut the leftover dough into strips, Negan reached over and scooped some pie filling from the bowl before sucking it off his finger. 

"Mmm! This is fuckin' delicious, baby," he rasped into her ear. Her cheeks warmed at the compliment. "Glad you like it." The kisses he was leaving on her neck grew more sensual –open mouthed with nips here and there– as she did her best to lay the lattice pattern with the dough atop the pie. His hands drifted from her hips down to her upper thighs where his hands slid beneath her dress, slowly lifting it until it was bunched up at her hips. She did her best to pretend like she wasn't distracted and continue to lay the pattern on top of the pie, but really, his touches were arousing her. 

"What're you doin'?" she asked him once his fingers looped around the waistband of her panties. He was too busy kissing down her shoulder to answer, but she had the feeling he wouldn't have answered anyway. In one fell swoop he yanked her panties down before his hand wedged its way between her legs. She let out a whimper, but otherwise continued with the pie. He began rubbing tight circles over her clit as he licked and sucked at the junction of her neck and shoulder. Her breathing grew shallow as her resolve began to fade. Restrained whimpers escaped her lips, but that wasn't good enough for him. 

"I wanna hear you, doll," he ordered. Her answer came out in the form of a breathy moan once he slipped a thick finger into her soaking pussy. Her hands gripped the counter as his finger glided in and out the spongy walls of her cunt. He inserted another and the gentle stretch felt so good. His thumb rubbed quick circles on her clit as he fingered her. Her thighs squeezed his hand as her hips ground onto his hand. With his foot, he nudged her legs further apart before increasing his pace. 

“Negan, please, I’m close,” she wantonly whined between pants. He pulled away from her neck with an audible pop, leaving what she was sure would be a sizable mark. He removes his fingers from her cunt which earned a displeased pout from her. She was about to object, but was cut off when he turned her to face him. Beneath his gaze, her entire body felt like it was on fire, especially between her legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her lips for a kiss. His hands slid up her body, beneath her dress, feeling her body wherever his hands could reach. His tongue slid between her smooth lips and she tangled her fingers in his hair as sigs and moans crossed between their lips, merging into one sound in their kiss. He lifted her before setting her onto a free space on the countertop. In need of breath, he pulled away from the kiss. Instead of going back to her lips, he kissed down her jaw, to her neck, then her collarbones before unzipping the back of her dress and sliding the straps down her shoulders. He lowered himself to his knees, looking at her with a smirk on his face as he did so, and spread her thighs open. Her cunt was practically leaking, desperate to be filled by the man beneath her, and my god he thought it looked delicious. He kissed his way up her leg, starting from her ankle, until he got to her inner thighs, right in front of where she wanted him most. He nipped and sucked at the soft flesh until he had her whimpering. 

“Please, Negan, I need you!” She begged, desperate for some attention on her neglected cunt. Finally, his soft lips surround her clit, sucking it gently for a moment before he pulls away. His warm, wet tongue licked a stripe between her folds, tasting her arousal directly from the source. Her fingers weave through his greying hair, pulling him deeper into her pussy. She finally got what she wanted when his tongue entered her hole. She leaned back, supporting her weight on her arms from behind. She threw her head back in a pleasured haze as his tongue worked magic on her pussy. The warm muscle worked its way around her velvety walls and pressed against her g-spot as his lips were practically making out with her lower ones. Her cunt squeezed his tongue and nails scratched at the countertop as she reached her peak with a scream of his name. His beard was glistening with her juices when he pulled away, a wide dimpled smile plastered on his face.

“Doll, you’re so delicious I almost forgot about that goddamn pie.” She giggled, smiling at him as she slid off the countertop. She was about to wash her hands and resume fixing the pie, but Negan stopped her in her tracks. 

“Oh I’m not done with you,” he growled. 

“But what about the pie?” She asked feigning innocence, batting her eyelashes.  She didn’t really care about the pie and it was obvious by the way she was undoing his belt buckle. 

“Forget that goddamn pie and bend over, babydoll.” He eyed her bare, plump ass as he freed his hardened cock from his pants. He slid it up and down her slick folds before lining it up with her needy cunt. He slid in almost effortlessly, his large dick stretching her hole, but filling her up perfectly. 

“This pussy was made for me,” he moans. His large hands hold her hips as he thrusts roughly into her, desperately wanting to reach his own orgasm. The sound and smell of sex filled the kitchen as he plowed into her from behind. Her head hung low as she cried his name over and over, nothing else on her mind but the man filling her. Tears from overstimulation flowed down her face as pleasure overtook her. Negan’s cock twitched inside of her, his own orgasm rapidly approaching.

“God you feel so good, baby. Can’t wait to fill this pussy.” The next thing that fell from her mouth was just garbled gibberish and lewd moans, but he knew that meant she’s close. He leans down over her body and intertwines his hands with the backs of hers. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear and pressed gentle kisses to the side of her head as he shot his load into her abused cunt at the same time she reaches her second orgasm. 

“You did so good for me, angel. Such a good girl,” he cooed as he slowly softened inside of her. 

After he pulled out of her,  he helped her get redressed, but by then she was too spent to even care about the pie. 

thank you for reading! <3

[decayedsword]

hey!! me again lol. was wondering if u could write a fic with ronin x reader who has iron deficiency? i have it n im always insanely dizzy and exhausted. i kinda refuse to take meds WELL… i forget to. the scenario could be like reader having trouble sitting up or standing bc they always feel like theyre gonna faint? or idkSORRY

Blood Loss (Ronin x Reader)

I have two scenarios in mind! (First one is fluff, second is pure flirting) Hope you guys enjoy :)

Warnings for slight mentions of blood, murder. Two short drabbles ahead!

"Slowly, Darling."

His voice faded in and out of your ears and your head ached as you half-crashed into him, the warmth of his body seeping through his shirt. A hand snaked through your hair, gentle and grounding, the other firmly on the small of your back.

"R..." You managed to sigh out, blinking your eyes. Your body felt light and numb and tipsy all at the same time. As you inhaled his apple-like scent, you held onto him, albeit weakly.

The burgundy-haired man scooped you into a bridal carry, and you felt your head bump against his chest. Hissing, you stir in his arms and he immediately shoots out an apology. "Shit, sorry. I've got you."

You want to tell him to not get worried. You've been dealing with this your whole life. Ronin settles you on his bed. It's soft and it smells like him. It's all you could dream of, you think as he eases you so you're laying down.

He presses a kiss to your forehead. It's sweet. He's sweet. Your heart clenches in your chest and you want to kiss him back.

"What're you smilin' for?" Oh, his voice is tender instead of the usual deep rasp and you love him, you love him, you love him.

You limply reach for his face, cradling him as he cradled you. You miss his lips and your mouth touches the corner of his mouth instead. You sigh out a laugh.

There's a fondness in his eyes, and even if you can't see it properly, you can feel it when he presses his lips against yours, fully this time.

Your heart was at stake. Ronin's blood was too.

It was a running joke between the two of you after serial killing. Y'know, vampirism. It had started with an offhand comment you had made during one of your calls.

"Do think we could fix iron deficiency if I drank blood?" You had asked jokingly, shrugging off the slight self-deprecation with a flick of your hand, but the way Ronin's grin grew more shit-eating sent shivers down your spine.

He laughed. "Damn darling, you out for my throat already? Got some spunk in'ya, huh?"

And so, it happened. Every so often, he'd throw a joke at you.

"Gonna sink your teeth in me, baby?"

"D'aw, you wanna drink my blood so much it makes your threats sound almost convincing."

"Don't tell me you want my blood in a cup, sweetheart. I'm anything but Christ-like."

"Sorry, forgot you could disintegrate in the sun. Let's meet near nighttime. Heh."

You get flustered every time he mentions it. Oh, well.

His kiss tasted nice anyway.

throws this at you and runs away

[what-was-that-pipsqueak]

Caleb HC | Chubby MC ── ★ ˙🍏 ̟ !!

˗ˏˋ 🍎 ˎˊ˗ Loves Carrying You: Despite any protests, Caleb adores sweeping you off your feet—whether it's carrying you to bed when you fall asleep on the couch or effortlessly lifting you in the middle of a playful moment. He always reassures you that, “You're light as a feather to me.”

˗ˏˋ 🍎 ˎˊ˗ Lap Pillow Champion: He lives for laying his head in your lap, closing his eyes as you run your fingers through his hair. He’ll casually mumble about how comfy you are, insisting that he could stay like this forever.

˗ˏˋ 🍎 ˎˊ˗ Belly Kisses: Loves placing soft kisses on your tummy, especially when you’re cuddling. If you ever feel insecure, he’ll simply hold you close and remind you that, “Every part of you is perfect to me, Pips.”

˗ˏˋ 🍎 ˎˊ˗ Loves Your Strength: If you ever think you’re not graceful or agile enough, he reminds you how strong you really are, both physically and mentally. If you ever beat him at something (even a video game), he’ll sulk dramatically just so you’ll have to comfort him.

˗ˏˋ 🍎 ˎˊ˗ Loves Watching You Eat: Not in a weird way, he just enjoys seeing you happy. If you ever hesitate, he’ll nudge a plate toward you with an encouraging smile. “I love when you enjoy food. Don’t hold back Pipsqueak.”

˗ˏˋ 🍎 ˎˊ˗ Always Saves the Last Bite for You: Even if it’s his favorite food, he’ll give you the last bite without hesitation. If you try to argue, he’ll just shrug. “I’m full anyway.” Liar

˗ˏˋ 🍎 ˎˊ˗ Sleepy Snuggles: If you’re lying on the couch, he’ll drape himself over you like a giant, affectionate puppy. If you protest about him being heavy, he’ll just grin, “Now you know how I feel when you’re lying on me, Pipsqueak.”

˗ˏˋ 🍎 ˎˊ˗ Buys Matching Pajamas: He insists you have at least one set of matching pajamas. When you teases him about it, he just smirks, “What? I like the little apples on them and they only sold sets of two, pips. I figured I should give you the spare.”

˗ˏˋ 🍎 ˎˊ˗ Always Packs Extra Snacks for You: If you are both going on a trip together, he always makes sure that he has your favorite snacks ready. “What? I know what you’re like when you’re hungry. You’ll thank me later.”

˗ˏˋ 🍎 ˎˊ˗ Massages You Just Because: He loves running his hands over your shoulders, hips, and thighs, giving you deep, soothing massages whenever you’re tired or sore. “Relax, Pips. I’ve got you.”

˗ˏˋ 🍎 ˎˊ˗ Always the First to Step In If Someone’s Rude: If anyone dares insult you, Caleb doesn’t hesitate. He’ll stare them down, his voice eerily calm: “You wanna say that again? Didn’t think so.”

˗ˏˋ 🍎 ˎˊ˗ Hugs That Lift You Off the Ground: When he sees you after a long day, he doesn’t just hug you—he picks you up, spinning you in place like you’re weightless. “Missed you, Pips,” he’ll murmur into you hair.

˗ˏˋ 🍎 ˎˊ˗ Pulls You Into His Hoodie on Cold Nights: If it’s chilly, he’ll make you stand in front of him and pull his hoodie over the both of you. Now you’re trapped together in a cocoon of warmth, and he loves every second of it.

[fanaticsnail]

A bit of both

Masterlist here

Word Count: 2,900+

Synopsis: You and Rosinante take your trust to a new level, engaging in two levels of weaving you had yet to use in sequence with one another.

Warnings: Rosinante x gn!reader, vibrator play (reader receiving), bondage (reader receiving), gagged (reader receiving), overstimulation, cock warming, dominant Rosinante x submissive reader, service Dom Rosinante, pet names (cara mia, mi amor, little thing), size difference, love confession, established relationship, praising (Rosinante giving), no gendered titles used, insertion sex (reader receiving), 18+, MDNI, smut.

Notes: This was not the fic I was working on, but the service-dom wanted to get out before the mean, jealous one. Ever since I wrote the "T" section for the NSFW Alphabet fic, I needed to see it explored a little more. I hope you enjoy.

Trailing behind you, gift bags lazily slinging from his shoulder with their cord drawstrings caught in his fingers and palm, Rosinante rolled his eyes as you debated with yourself which item you truly wanted from the bakery. Drawing his arm down, he let the bags hang from his wrist as he shoved his hand into his pocket.

“I mean, on the one hand, I do want an almond croissant. The filling is almost like fresh marzipan, and it's so sweet,” you tapped your chin with your fingertips before looking to the other glass display, “But on the other hand, I kind of want something savory like a cheese danish. I don't know about the salt content versus the sugar. If you were to choose one-?”

“-We’ll take an almond croissant and a cheese danish please,” Rosinante held up his hands to the baker, gently shaking his head at you before glancing at the corner of his eye at you. With an arched brow, he placed his Berry on the counter and waited for his change.

“What are you playing at, Rosinante?” you question him linking your arm through his bad leaning on his shoulder, “That's too much, look at the size of them!”

“Take a bite of both of them, and then choose the one you like more,” he gazed down his nose at you with his hazelnut colored eyes, scolding you with his expression. “I'll eat the other one.”

“Smart,” you nod with your pout down-turning. He shot you a sly wink, taking the change and watching the attendant fold the brown bag down at the opening. Pastries already staining the covering with the fat from overly saturated butter, you reached up and made to gather the bags; halting immediately as Rosinante shot you a warning look.

Placing his Berry in your back pocket, he reached up and took the two paper bags in his hands while you laced your hand in the crook of his elbow once more. Sheepishly looking at the ground, you felt him stoop down and press his lips to your temple.

“You know I won't let you lift a finger, mi amor,” the low growl in his deep baritone caused your eyes to flutter closed and spine ignited with pricks of fine needles. Opening your eyes to fall half-lidded, you smile bashfully at him. He pressed his lips atop the apple of your cheek, his soft smile felt in his sweet kiss.

Pastry bags left crumpled in the refrigerator, gift bags lying messily by the door, clothes were scattered and discarded in the hamper in the corner of the room. Shoes placed together in the hallway, the dim light of the room illuminated the skin of your tall lover.

Gazing possessively down at you, his lip paint lay smudged on his cheeks and chin, as your own skin was littered with intentional kisses ranging from your littlest toe to the crown of your head. You pleaded with your eyes, your lips swollen and bruised from being mounted and dominated with his own lips moments prior.

He molded your flesh beneath his hands to worship you, before drawing out a lengthy piece of rope with the intent to accentuate and immobilize your features.

“You've been so good today, mi amor,” he whispered, coiling and knotting the rope over your breasts, “Such a good little thing for me.” You whimpered for him as he parted your thighs and drew one knee up to your wrist, circling it with the fabric.

You open your mouth to speak, his eyes shooting you a look of warning for you to hold your tongue. Elevating your other knee to your wrist, he insured you were snug enough in your ties that you were not uncomfortable. Crawling between your exposed thighs and lowering his chest and stomach over your torso, he smiled down at you with a playful twinkle in his eye.

“Before we start, do you want a sip of water or to finish your danish?” he offered, giving you a sweet and genuine smile, “I can get it out of the fridge for you.” You smiled back in response before shaking your head at him.

“No thank you, sir,” you chirped back at him. He learnt forward, brushing your nose with his own before drawing a woven gag up to your lips. You parted your lips, causing Rosinante to coo down at you in glee.

“So well mannered,” he praised you, “So good.” He pressed his lips over yours, the material preventing him from truly feeling your lips on his. “Now, remember what we talked about? Give me a demonstration of what you need to do if it gets too much?”

You bobbed your head up and down to nod in understanding before humming three notes up through your nose at him in a melody familiar to you both. Bondage was not a new concept to you, but with the addition of the gag it felt like you had no communication for if it got too intense. When you were tied, you would use your safe word when it got too much, just like your rapid taps against the mattress in code would halt motions when gagged.

“Perfect, cara mia,” he pursed his lips against your temple, “I'm gonna sit behind you now.” You nod eagerly, darting your eyes between his as he moves from your torso and kneel before you. His cock was achingly hard, his red top shining in the light from how desperate he was yearning for you.

The shibari had you feeling completely exposed and vulnerable, just the way Rosinante enjoyed you. Each time he tied you felt like you were a little gift wrapped up just for his delight, his complete control and your complete submission to him alighting a flame of trust between both of you.

Rising to his feet, he gingerly walks over to his knight stand and finds a leaf-shaped object and it's remote ignition. Eyes widening he moves his way behind you and presses his torso flush to your back before moving his forearms beneath your legs. Lifting you with ease, his tip lined up with your entrance which waited eagerly with prior lubrication.

Placing the tip over your quivering body, he eased you to softly impale yourself on his cock. Inch by inch, you took Rosinante's impressive length into you with your eyes wide and lips falling wide.

“You okay, mi amor? Not too much too quick, is it?” he hastily checked in, knowing the size difference may cause you some discomfort while you adjusted. You whined and shook your head, wriggling in his arms in a bid to take more of him within you. He chuckled, giving into your request and slinking you down on his steely cock. Hissing at the feeling, Rosinante let out a shuddering deep moan as he felt your body move to accommodate him.

“Oh, so good,” his deep voice praised you, his lips finding your shoulder blade and caressing your skin. “Okay, stay still. One more tie, and we'll be all done.” You knit your brows in focus, tensing your abdomen as his hands move around the both of you.

The small leaf was pressed against your sensitive nerves at the front of you, prompting you to unintentionally gasp at the sensation. The small bud encumbered your nerves endings completely, the anticipation eating at you as he chuckled lightly. Adjusting the ropes, he insured the object was flush with your skin before wrapping the ropes around both of your waists. Each touch his hands gave you left tingles on your skin, your body fluttering around him as you kept yourself as statuesque as you could.

“Now all you have to do is keep my cock warm for me while we watch a play on the carrier snail,” he whispered against your ear, leaving a soft kiss on your lobe, “All I want you to do is cum for me. So, so much, mi amor.” Your eyes widened as you felt his hands reach for the switch for the projector snail, and for the remote attached to the soft leaf.

“Just sit pretty like you're doing,” he clicked on the projector, the lights flickering over the wall and starting the dancing lights and music to follow, “And cum on my cock.” The leaf buzzed and shook to life, your back arching into his torso at the intensity of the motion. Rosinante chuckled against you, feeling your body contract around him almost immediately.

The rhythmic thump of your entrance adjusting and the coil tightening in your abdomen was enough to strike lightning in your vision. Immediately writhing on his lap, you bucked and ground yourself back into him as best you could against the bonds. Your body chased your high, leaving a mess on both yours and Rosinante’s body as you came hard against the leaf.

“Oh, good job,” he whispered against your cheek, adjusting the switch as he felt you fall back from your high to not overstimulate you with too much intensity too quickly. Giving your thigh a gentle tap as you panted behind the gag, Rosinante soothed your skin before reigniting the switch.

Keening and choking through your gasp, he continued to dart his attention between focussing on you and the moving picture in front of you. Each time he felt your body almost reach its high, he would gaze down at you lovingly while he watched your face contorting in pleasure. Letting go of all thoughts as euphoria washed over you, he would always end your climax with praise and a soft kiss.

“So good for me,” he purred at you, the deep rumble in his chest cutting over the whines and mewls you'd release in ecstasy. “That one was a big one, huh? Keep it up, mi amor.” His hands began to dutifully worship your thighs and devote all of his attention to you. Constantly engaging with your feet and wrists to ensure adequate blood flow, he had you unravel on his lap another eight times for the duration of the moving picture.

Each time he felt you cum, he did his best to keep himself edged and not spill over too soon. Your body wrapped around and exposed for him and him alone had him fighting with himself for a sense of control: just how he needed it. He needed you to be a channel for his lust, his greatest escape and refuge from the hardships of his mission. Something he could control, to focus on, and to have an immediate response to his intentional actions. He needed you to have the release and freedom that he couldn't, waves of empathetic bliss being felt as he felt your body become void of anything other than him.

He needed that complete control.

Eyes glazed with dewy water, cheeks stained with hot tears, body and nerves shot with oversensitivity, gag damp with your own saliva, you felt completely void of all thoughts other than to engage in Rosinante's commands as best as you could.

Keep his cock in your body while the play projects, and cum as much as you could.

As soon as the screenplay ended, Rosinante let out a soft moan as he tested his cock by rocking you on his lap. Your body felt limp and pliable, nodding in acknowledgement as you felt him begin to move. Each follicle of your body was engaged, mind numb and pleasure coursing through your veins. Thrusting up, you heard him whimper a soft whine of your name as he rocked you harder and faster on his lap.

Head lulled on his chest, you felt him flick the leaf back to life and reach a hand around in front of you to add more pressure to the stimulation. His fingers and palm gave you that final push you needed to begin to chase a fresh wave of desire as he huffed and panted behind you. Jolting your body up and down his girthy cock had his blunt tip reach depths within you that had you cry out for him. Sobbing and whining, you felt the coil begin to tighten and compact into a ball as he continued to pummel up into you.

“O-Oh, fuck. You've got one more for me, don't you? Just one more,” he kissed and bit at your neck, tongue and teeth dragging at your skin, “Be good a little bit longer and give me one more. I want it. Give it to me.” His gruff bark had you immediately whine at yourself to focus on chasing your release, your oversensitive body almost giving out while bound in the safety of your harness.

A scream found its way through the muffled gag as you came hard around him, body shaking and trembling as he moaned deeply for you.

“Oh, fuck. Good job, such a good listener. Fuck-... Nghh-... I'm c-cumming,” he shuddered, burying his forehead in the crook of your neck as he shot ropes of his release into you, “Yes, yes. Take it. Take. It.” He continued to usher you into a lengthier release as his balls sucked into his abdomen and shot a viscous expulsion of desire up into you.

Huffing and panting, he kept rocking you as he fucked his release back up into you. Your body was limp like a doll, a marionette dancing bound in strings for him as your master. His movements staggered, his soft calls of your name singing to you his sweet song of praise.

Finally feeling himself still, the aftershocks of his twitches spurting the final shudders of release into you, he finally switched off the leaf and tugged your body to lie flush with him. Showering your skin in soft kisses, he panted against you while his cock lingered within you.

Straining against the bands, you attempt to unravel yourself from the ropes by rotating your wrists in a bid for relief. Rosinante is immediately refocused, gently coaxing his cock from you and manuevering you over to the pillows beside him. His digits flew like lightning, hastily untying you and insuring your body had regained circulation by massaging and pressing his lips against your skin.

“Rosinante, I'm okay,” you reassure him, smiling through your glassy eyes up at him. He smiled down at you while continuing to focus his attention on the knots and weaves. Releasing the last length of rope from your body, he pressed his lips over each point of strain on your wrists, thighs, backs of your knees and sensitive abdomen.

Each time he releases a small part of the bonds, you feel his devotion in his delicate touch. Each kiss, each caress, each gentleness in his intimate touch: he was a devotee to your altar. His prayers were to see you thrive and come undone by his motions. His dedication each of new session to explore the trust in one another was unmatched, and you truly adored him.

And he loved you completely.

As you moved to stand, your body was overcome immediately by the intensity of pleasure your body endured. Your skin was hyper sensitive to touch, and your bones congealed under the pressure. Rosinante rapidly clicked his tongue at you, pouting his lips before smiling up at you.

“Oh, come now. We've been through this,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose with yours. You smiled through tight lips up at him, your vision hazy as you matched his doting twinkle in your dual vibrant afterglow.

“You know I won't let you raise a finger.”

Lips finally colliding, passion through overexertion lingered in the atmosphere. Parting lips, you gingerly hooked your arms over his shoulders and tugged him closer. He hummed against you, grinding his tongue against yours and stealing your breath from you. Lacing your fingers through his hair, he rotated his chin slowly to take on more of you through each languid motion.

Pulling away, he gazed deeply into your eyes with his orbs pooling with emotion. Caressing your skin, he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he whispered, his breath huffing softly against your skin, “So, so much." To re-emphasize his intent, he repeated his phrase, "So much.”

“I love you too,” you whisper softly against his skin, moving your hands from his hair to his cheeks. “My heart. My sweet Corazon.” He smiled at you, taking a moment to linger in the world you forged together before humming softly at you.

“Yes, I'm all yours cara mia. Let me get you cleaned up.” The creases in the corners of his eyes were the most beautiful sight you'd seen, "You want bubbles or salts?" His gorgeous glimmer in his grin found purchase and roots in your heart with each beat.

“You think I can choose?” you giggle up at him. He hooked his arms behind your knees, your back supported by his other as he cradled you into him.

“It's alright, mi amor,” he chuckled at you, stumbling a little as he readjusted you in his arms. “You can have a bit of both and share it with me.”

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Ever imagine little Jeremy getting grounded, his mom removed anything fun from him and sent him to his room. Ever imagine him laying upside down on his bed as the blood rushes to his head. A pounding headache begins to form but he still doesn’t move because atleast being upside down gives a sense that his world is different than it is. His mother tells him he is only allowed to school and back, no friends, no gameboy, only books and homework. He’s so bored. So bored. William comes into his room to bring him a small snack, apple slices with caramel. The caramel was snuck in. Jeremy looks up to William who is telling him to sit up or his eyes will pop out. William didn’t want his eyes popping out, neither did Jeremy. So he sits up, takes the apples and the snuck in caramel, then eats it solemnly. William hands him an exy ball, one his mother confiscated. One that William grabbed for him. Jeremy’s been wanting to try exy, finding the sport fascinating. The racquets, the nets, the homeliness, the sense of community and family. He stole the exy ball, one selfish moment, only for himself. Jeremy stared at the exy ball, and William couldn’t help but to feel bad. He takes the plate away once Jeremy finishes and tells him that he will talk to Mathilda about exy. Jeremy’s eyes lit up with a newfound sense of hope. Do you ever imagine?

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bruised apples (CHAPTER 11-12)

date night with caleb :3

pairings: caleb/unnamed afab mc

tags: fluff and love, FLUFFY, fluffy date, jealousy, kissies, and THEN SEX SEX SEX. caleb eats!!!! raw btw, loss of virginity! caleb is BIG

word count: 5.6k

a/n: GUYS ITS MY FIRST TIME DOING A FULL ON SMUT SCENE LIKE THIS LIKE P INTO V SMUT pls be nice to me TT and pls enjoy mwah

CHAPTERS 1-9 -- CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11-12 BELOW!!!!

Chapter 11

The following morning, he blinked awake slowly. His internal clock woke him up around six in the morning when he was in Skyhaven. He didn’t feel anyone beside him, and he was afraid he was going to find everything was just a dream. He was afraid to reach out next to him, in case he would find emptiness.

Instead he covered his eyes and hoped he would go back to sleep into whatever dream he was living in the day before. He couldn’t dare check if it was reality, because even he believed everything that happened the day before was a dream. He didn’t know what else it could have been. The love of his life reciprocating his feelings and removing the wall between them was a fantasy to him. He didn’t think he was deserving of that fantasy. 

And with that thought, he shut his eyes and counted airplanes in his head until he could go back to sleep. Wishing he would end up in the dream where she was in his arms. 

But every touch, whisper, breath from the day before rang clearly in his head. Caleb was sure it was real. So real that he reached out to his side.

Empty.

He opened his eyes and found no trace of her. 

Sitting up immediately, he looked around the room for any trace of her. Yet, he was unable to focus on anything. For a split moment, he felt his world come crashing down. He wondered if anything was real. He cursed wondering why he woke up from such a  dream. He was devastated at the idea that none of his dreams actually came true the day before.

And then the bathroom door opened.

“Caleb? How are you awake already?” She yawned, stretching.

Caleb was on his feet and took large strides to reach her as fast as possible. Immediately pulling her up into his arms, burying his face into her neck. 

There was hesitation in her reciprocation of the hug. She wrapped her arms around him eventually, obviously confused. “What happened, silly?” She asked, letting out an awkward laugh.

“Yesterday felt like a dream…when you weren’t beside me, I thought…” Caleb held back tears, talking into her neck, muffled.

A more genuine chuckle came out of her. “Why do you think I’m awake so early? I had to check if it was all in my head too.” Caleb felt a soft kiss press against his temple. “I went to the bathroom to splash myself with water to check if I was really awake.”

He lifted her off the ground a bit to walk them back to bed. He removed himself from her neck to pick her up onto the bed, softly. And then climbed in with her. “Let’s just stay like this for longer. We can do whatever you want today, I just want to lay here with you for a few more hours.” He mumbled, nuzzling into her neck again.

In his moment of weakness, he wanted to confess every feeling he had towards her. Express every emotion he felt about her. He wanted her to know how important she was to him.

“I love you, Caleb.” She whispers into his hair.

His head snapped back so quick, he was sure he’d have whiplash. “What?”

She looked away from his eyes, turning red. “You heard me.” She muttered covering her face. Caleb took her hands away from her face, and gently held her head to make eye contact with her. His eyes held back tears, “Say it again, please?” 

Her eyes welled up seeing his own teary eyes. Her hand landed atop of his, curling her fingers around his. “I know I gave you different signals these past few months, maybe even years. I was just so scared of things changing between us because I could never imagine losing you.” Her bottom lip quivered. “But I want you to know. I have loved you for so long, I’m sorr-”

He cut her off with a kiss, closing his eyes and letting the tears spill. He takes the hand holding his and guides it to hold the back of his head before his own arm wrapped around her waist to pull her closer to him. Their tears mixed with each other, turning the kiss salty. His other hand tilted her chin towards him for a deeper, more passionate kiss before pulling away. “I feel like I’ve waited lifetimes to hear you say that.” He wiped her tears away. Her hands mimicked his, wiping his own tears. “I can’t believe I can finally say it out loud.” He rested his forehead against hers. “I love you.” He said. A weight lifted off his shoulders and his heart. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” He repeated, kissing her on the lips in between each time. He looked at her longingly, wanting to remember this scene forever. The confession rang in the air, making him finally believe that he was truly awake. He relaxed his head on his pillow still looking at her, his hands still holding onto her. 

A bubble of laughter erupted out of him. Joyful laughter. And it suddenly felt like whatever laughs he let out before weren’t from the heart. 

She followed him with a giggle of her own. Pure, joyful laughter exchanged between the two, and then more kisses were exchanged. Caleb was elated, and he held her even tighter against him before falling back asleep for a few more peaceful hours.

-

The two of them walked around Skyhaven hand-in-hand. Even when they were away from the academy, they passed by many familiar faces. All of whom stole curious glances from the pair. 

She huffed after the third person looked at them. “How many people like you?” Letting go of his hand and crossing her arms. “I always knew you were a playboy.” She sped up her pace away from him.

Caleb smirked, satisfied with her jealousy. When he caught up to her, he put his arm around her shoulders. Leaning down to her ear, he said, “How about the next time someone stops and stares…we give them a quick show?” He meant it as a joke, yet he saw determination in her eyes when he leaned back.

And sure enough, the next group of his classmates that he recognized passed by with questioning eyes. She made work of grabbing him by his jean jacket collar to pull him down for a kiss. The sudden move made him have to steady himself with the tree behind her. Before he kissed back, she instantly pulled away.

“I hope they text everyone that you’re really not avai–” She huffed before getting cut off by Caleb.

He felt empty without a proper kiss and decided to take it from her himself. His hand on her cheek, creeping to the back of her head to grab a soft fistful of hair.  A proper, deep, wanting kiss that left her breathless. And when he pulled away, he acted like he didn’t do anything. He took her hand to keep walking. “I’m sure the school’s social media is already flooded with information about us, sweetheart. Focus on me, now.” He chuckled, beaming with a smile as he held onto her hand through the streets.

They were going on the date that they won the previous night. A semi-fancy restaurant, but luckily for them, it wasn’t a suit and tie deal. “Even if we didn’t win, I would consider a burger as a fancy date with you.” She smiled up at him, tightening a grip on his hand.

He brought her hand up to his lips and gave a soft kiss to her knuckles. “As long as we’re together.” He nodded. “We should have a fancy date every now and then, though. For a special girl like you.” 

She cringed and let go of his hand, “No wonder you’re so popular with the girls…you’re CHEESY!” She pointed at him laughing, a mock disgust plastered on her face. “I’m going to have to rethink our relationship.” She walked away from him.

He took no time to reach her and wrap his arms around her shoulders in a back hug. Nuzzling his face onto her cheek, “You’re stuck with me, Pipsqueak.”

It would have taken them less than twenty minutes to reach the restaurant if it wasn’t for them playing around the whole way there. The dinner was enjoyable, mainly because Caleb was able to spend time with her. The food on the other hand, he thought he could make it better with half the price he would have spent if it wasn’t for the voucher. 

“I’m glad we’re not paying, you could make this way better.” She said, her mouth still chewing. 

The two of them being on the same page made Caleb’s heart flutter. He smiled and reached over to pinch her cheek. “You’re so cute.”

After a few more bites, she cleared her throat and set down her utensils. “Alright, since we’re here on a proper date. Interview time.” She tucked her hair behind her ear and pretended to hold a mic. “When did you know you had feelings for me?”

Caleb coughed a bit, surprised by her boldness. He pretended to flatten his hair and adjusted his collar before leaning into the faux microphone. “Since you held my hand when we were in elementary school.”

Her face turned red. She was about to move the fake mic back to her before Caleb grabbed her wrist. 

“Can I ask a question too?” He questioned, earning a hesitant nod from her. “Did a certain someone forget about the promise we made when we were in middle school?” He knew it was an empty promise she made when she wanted the last piece of halloween candy, but he kept it in his heart regardless.

She thought for a second before the red reached her ears. “Caleb! No way you’re holding that against me.” She dropped her hand.

Caleb mocked her, “I swear I’ll never have a crush on any boys!” A high pitched childish voice that barely resembled her as a kid. He grabbed his heart like he’d been shot. “How could you, Pip?”

She leaned forward to slap his arm, “You’re insufferable.” She rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. Settling back down on her seat, she looked at him longingly. 

“What?” Caleb asked, taking a sip of water.

“I love that you remember the small things. I know my memory isn’t that amazing, but I’m happy that I get to be with someone who will remember every little thing there is to. “ A heartfelt confession.

“Of course, baby.” The pet name rolling off of his tongue like it was natural. “Even if someone tries to wipe my brain, the memories of you are permanently etched in there. No one could ever take that or you away from me.”

-

They decided to skip dessert from the restaurant and opted for a bakery trip afterwards instead. There were only a few still open past 6pm, but luckily for the two, there was one nearby the restaurant. 

Caleb’s never been there, he rarely visited cafes and bakeries unless Gideon dragged him to one after a huge test, being the big sweet tooth in the friendship. 

She instantly ran to the glass case the moment they walked in, looking at all the pastries and breads available.

Caleb took a look at the drinks menu. Although she was indecisive with her treats, she always ordered the same drink along with it. It was the opposite for Caleb. Once he figured it out, he took his card out to give to her, knowing she was going to take longer choosing, before heading to the restroom.

The moment he came out, he saw a guy hovering over the table she chose. Her face was annoyed, looking down at her balled up fists on the table. “You must be Caleb’s plaything, I saw that photo of you on his phone. I’ll admit, you’re even hotter in person.” His irritating voice was like nails on a chalkboard for Caleb. He took quick strides to reach him. When he tried reaching out to touch her shoulder, Caleb instantly grabbed his wrist and pulled it back.

“That’s my girlfriend, I’d prefer it if you kept your distance.” Caleb sternly said, dropping his hand before wedging himself between the two of them. “And judging by your uniform, I’m sure management wouldn’t like to hear about you harassing the customers.” Caleb stood far more inches taller than the other guy, his eyes turning a darker violet. “Get lost, Andrew.” 

The guy seemed to have wanted to put up a fight, but Caleb stepped closer to him like a dog showing who’s the bigger boss. Afterwards, he backed down. “Whatever.”

Caleb didn’t realize that his whole body was tense and his fists were balled up, ready to fight, until he felt warm fingers wrap around him. He turned to look behind him, expecting worried eyes. Instead, she was flushed and her eyes exhibited a desperate need instead. 

She pulled him down by his collar, making him stumble. “Be a doll and go ask them to make the drinks to-go instead.” She said to him, her eyes having trouble choosing from looking at his eyes or his lips. 

The tone of her voice and the sudden change of nature made Caleb’s pants tighten. He couldn’t even respond except for a nod, before standing back up to do exactly what she said. While at the counter, he glanced back at her. Her legs crossed, focused on what she was doing on her phone before looking back at him, full of desire. She rested her chin on her hand, staring right into him.

It turned out, she called a cab. He threw a questioning look at her as he held the door open for her. 

She shrugged, “I can’t wait to get back to your place, I guess.” The words were lined with her indecent intentions.

The ride back to the academy was heated and stuffy. Her hand lingered on his thigh, too close to the tent growing, and Caleb didn’t know how to react with her being so bold. The anger that was present from seeing Andrew earlier, disappeared. 

She wasn’t making any eye contact with him, staring out the window, sipping on her drink. But her fingers tapped deviously around his leg. 

The thirty minute walk was cut down to a ten minute drive, and the moment they got out, she was practically dragging him back to the dorms. All of a sudden becoming an expert at navigating the grounds.

When they got into the dorm, she grabbed the bag of pastries from him and set it on the counter along with their drinks. She grabbed hold of his wrist again and dragged him to bed. He knew that if she were stronger, she would have thrown him down. Instead she opted for pushing him down to sit on the bed, before straddling him and grabbing hold of his face. “You’re so hot when you’re protective.” She closed the distance with a hungry kiss, her hands making work of taking off his jacket before her own. Their lips were still attached as she tried to peel off the layers in between them. 

Caleb could've sworn that his erection was going to explode through his jean’s zipper. The way she was handling him made him melt into her, and grow harder than he ever thought he could. He was worried he wasn’t going to last so he gently pushed her away, resting their foreheads together. He didn’t know how he looked, or what his face showed, but all he knew was that he was in pure shock still. 

“Look at you. You’re like a sinner who’s confessing.” She said, breathless.

He took her hand and put it to his lips, pressing a kiss on her fingers. “Then can you carry a little of this sin, too?” 

Chapter 12

Caleb knew he wasn’t going to last more than one second inside of her, but he didn’t want to make her first time disappointing. He just prayed that his stamina from working out almost every day, along with the drills of the academy would get him through the multiple orgasms he expected to have. He knew that just seeing her naked for the first time would make him explode. 

“Baby, if you don’t want me to pass out on you, I need you to let me take the lead, please.” He practically begged, kissing down her neck as she straddled his lap. He detached from her to look at her with his pleading eyes, the pressure in jeans becoming unbearable.

She gave him a smirk, showing no signs of doing what he asked. She gave him another string of kisses. Kissing from his lips, down to the collar of his shirt. And then she pulled away, a look of confidence fueled by want, plastered on her face. She pulled her shirt over her head, and then unclipped her bra slowly. Exposing herself to him, for the first time. Her face reddened and goosebumps kissed her skin. Her hands rested right above his growing bulge.

He swore he was in heaven. He held them just the day before, but seeing her so open to him made him light headed. He was almost magnetized to them as he instantly took one in his mouth with a moan, while his hand took hold of the other. Swirling his tongue around her hardening nipple, his hips twitched against her resting hands. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He praised her, heavy breathing against her chest. His free hand reached around her to grip her bottom, pushing her closer to him.

Moans spilled from her mouth, making Caleb feel even hotter. She grabbed a tuft of his hair to pull him away from her chest. “You’re going to let me be naked alone?” She asked, her voice dripping with honey and need. Her fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. 

Caleb’s lips were wet with his own saliva, his mouth stayed agape from being love drunk. He shook his head, arms raising into the air to let her peel off his shirt.

“Oh my god, Caleb.��� She threw the shirt beside him, and moved herself to sit her heat right atop of his. Earning a deep groan from Caleb. Her hands traced his muscles. “I knew you were always muscular, but seeing you like this now…” She moved her fingers down his pecs, over his nipples, and traced every line of his abs. They stopped right above the hem of jeans, making Caleb whimper from the lack of attention to his cock. She pushed him further back, grinding herself down on the tent of his jeans after noticing how desperate he got, squirming underneath her. “This is just for me, right?” She asked, leaning toward him. Lifting herself away from his lap.

He propped himself up with his elbows, his hips bucking upwards when she removed herself from his lap, missing the damp pressure. He nodded pathetically. “Just you, baby. Please.” He moved his face to attempt to close the distance, but she pulled away completely. Standing up from the bed. She knelt down in front of him, unbuttoning his jeans. Swiftly bringing it down to his ankles whilst still keeping his briefs on.

Caleb groaned loudly as he felt his cock be freed from his tight jeans. 

She nestled in between his legs, resting her cheek on his right thigh, looking at the bulge inside his briefs. Her right-hand fingers played with the waistband, while her left hand moved up his thigh, to his bulge. 

He sighed, bucking his hand up into her palm. “Baby…” 

“You sound so hot, Caleb.” She said, looking up at him while palming him through his briefs.

“You’re trying to kill me, Pipsqueak.” He spoke through gritted teeth, trying really hard to not come undone in her hands. 

Her hand slipped inside his underwear, her eyes widening. “You act like this isn’t going to kill me…” 

He knew he was big. It just completely slipped his mind that this could be an issue. He just never really fathomed that this day would come for him. He wanted to worry about her and the logistics of it all but when he looked at her, her eyes were filled with curiosity.

She let go of him to pull his briefs down, marveling at his length. It practically jumped out at her when the waistband went past his hips. She stilled at the sight, and Caleb found his window. 

He sat up and moved to trade positions with her. He managed to lift her up by her shoulders, spinning them around so she’d fall onto the bed. And he got on his knees in front of her. “Where’d your confidence go? Scared?” He smirked at her.

She covered part of her face with her hands, “You made small dick jokes all the time, I didn’t think you’d be…” She muttered, embarrassed. “Will it even fit?” She looked at him, biting her finger.

“If you let me in,” he chuckled, pulling her bottoms down. He looked for her confirmation, rubbing her thighs up and down, feeling every shiver and twitch of hers. “You will, won’t you?” He was going crazy. He looked at her, fully nude, in awe. His dick twitching, mouth watering. 

She nodded quickly, “Please.”

“Be a good girl and open up.” He moved his hands between her legs, attempting to move them apart. 

“Don’t stare so hard, oh my god.” She groaned, throwing her head back to avoid eye contact.

“I can’t help myself, pretty” He brought his face closer to her heat before pleading with her, “Look at me.” She shook her head so he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, putting her legs over his shoulders. 

She looked at him with shock, and once eye contact was made, he dove into her with his tongue. Simultaneously teasing a fingerinto her. 

Her eyebrows knitted together, and her eyes threatened to squeeze shut from pleasure. His name left her lips in between moans. She grabbed the hand that was gripping her thighs and guided it up to her breast. 

His thumb grazed over her nipple while his fingers kneaded at her. He pulled away from her slightly, “Fuck, you taste so good…and you’re so wet for me.” Then he went back in, as if he hadn’t eaten for days. Loud slurping noises made her cringe slightly, but was then easily overcome with maons of extreme bliss. He slipped in another finger, easily getting swallowed by her. He knew he was leaking between his own legs. 

She threw her head back with a loud moan, her back arching up from the bed. One hand slammed the mattress while the other grabbed onto his head of hair, pushing him closer into her. “Oh my god, Caleb. H-how…how are yo–” She tried asking, but couldn’t form a sentence.

He let go of her boob to hold onto her hip, pushing her as far as he could onto his face and keeping her in place. The grip she had on him stung a bit, but he loved how much she wanted him. Caleb slipped in another finger, scissoring them in and out, attempting to stretch her out to take him. Even though he didn’t know if he could last long enough to even make it past an inch inside of her. 

She started to tense around his fingers, her breathing turned faster, and her thighs started to squeeze his head in. “I’m gonna…Caleb, I–”

“Come for me, I want it all. Please?” Caleb begged, his lips moving on hers. He started curling his fingers inside of her, trying to angle it deeper and stretch her more.

She grabbed a pillow and screamed into it as she came all over his face, her hips twitching and her legs shaking around him. He rode out her orgasm by continuing to lick her clean, and he removed his fingers from her. Using the slick she left on him to relieve some of his own pressure. He gripped himself by the base, attempting to keep himself steady.

Dropping the pillow from her face, she grabbed the hand on her hip and looked at him, “Please…inside me now, I need you. Please.” She begged, her lip quivering and her hips still twitching.

He stood up to adjust her on the bed, making sure she had a pillow underneath her head, softly caressing her all around as he did so. He felt lightheaded seeing her naked on his bed with eyes drowning in desire for him. He didn’t know if it was possible for him to get harder, but at that moment, he really believed it was at its maximum. Caleb knew he had to be safe first, though. And in all the build up for this moment, he forgot to grab condoms. 

Cursing under his breath, he rummaged through the nightstand next to the bed. Which was once Gideon’s but since they traded beds, he would have to move things around later. Caleb doesn’t have condoms. Not only did he never date or do anything of that sort with anyone at the academy, he didn’t think he would have been losing his virginity so soon.

“Caleb…” She whined, turning her body towards him, grabbing his arm. “You made me wait this long, and now you’re making me wait even more.”

He finally found the string of foil wrappers and pulled it out, like a man presenting the fish he just caught. “Sorry baby, I just wanted to…uh.” Feeling a bit awkward, he set it down to rip out one.

She propped herself up, tilting her head like a confused puppy. “Why do you have so many…?” A small pout growing on her lips.

The jealousy plastered on her face made Caleb’s dick jump. He knelt down onto the bed to take her face in for a kiss. 

She pushed his chest away, pouting even harder. 

He was a mere inch from her face and he answered, smirking. “This isn’t my nightstand…you think I’d let anyone else have me?”

It was her turn to pull him in, instantly opening herself up for him to explore. Her hands roaming around his thighs before holding his dick in her hands. Gentle yet firm. 

He instantly pulled away to grab her wrist from moving any further. “As much as I want you to touch me, I just…” He looked away, turning redder. “I don’t think I’ll last long if I look down to see you holding me like this.” The pressure of her fingers wrapping around his length already made it harder for him to keep his composure. When he pulled her hand away, her fingertips reached to tease him even more, making him hiss. 

He climbed into bed, fully ontop of her. He had his knees on either side of her legs as he tried to open the foil packet. Caleb’s hands were shaking from nervousness and excitement, he didn’t know how to contain it. 

She watched him for a bit, breathing heavily. And then she sat up, bringing her hand to his. “Is it okay…if you don’t wear one…?” She brought her knees up to her chest, looking at him with big doe eyes. “I-I’m on birth control…to regulate my cycle.” She explained, getting shy. “And I…” Her eyes drifted downwards to his leaking length. Her hand followed her gaze to poke at the slit that was beaded with pre-cum. “I really want to feel all of you, as is.”

Any morals Caleb had went out the window. He knew that birth control wasn’t 100% guaranteed, and he knew he could never pull out on time because he was sure it was going to happen in a millisecond. Before he asked for another confirmation, she chimed in.

“Please, Caleb?” Her fingers wrapped around his tip, her eyes pleading with him, dripping with desperation.

Caleb snapped once again and he fell forwards. He caught himself with his elbow, resting it beside her head as he slammed her back down to the bed. The kiss wasn’t as passionate and loving as he wanted it to be, he thought it was more driven by hunger and need. 

Her legs opened up, letting him in between them. Her fingers still wrapped around his tip, pulling him closer to her most intimate parts. She dragged his tip up and down her slick folds, moaning into his mouth. 

When he pulled away for air, he took her legs to rest on his shoulders. Caleb then replaced her hand with his to steady himself at her entrance. “I’m going to go slow, Pipsqueak…I think it might hurt…do you trust me?” He asked, looking at her through his lashes.

Flushed and panting, she nodded. 

Caleb’s head felt light as he pushed himself inside of her, slowly. The heat and the pressure on his tip was almost enough to make him explode. He pressed soft kisses to her legs and caressed her thighs as his thick head entered her. The pleasure was blinding. She winced at the stretch, but her hands grabbed one of his thighs to pull him closer. 

He inched in slowly, thrusting each inch back and forth to loosen her further. “Breathe for me, baby.” 

She attempted to take deep breaths, but every movement he made caused her to moan. “You’re so big, Caleb. I-” Her head threw back onto the pillow while her hand gripped at the sheets. 

“I know, baby.” He smirked, his hand moving to her clit to make her relax with pleasure. He rubbed small circles around her nub, causing her legs to shake a bit around him. 

Her back arched up, another moan ripping through the air. “Are you all the way in…yet?” She looked at him, her eyebrows knitted together. Sweat dripped down her forehead, her teeth catching her lips.

The question made him laugh, accidentally thrusting a little into her. Making the both of them moan. He reached down to grab her neck, craning her upwards so she could look at where they were connected. “You wanna watch? I’m almost there.” He breathlessly said, trying to keep himself from bucking his hips further into her without warning. 

His hand still on her neck, she rested herself further into it whilst also holding herself up with her forearms. Her fingers gripping the sheets. Her eyebrows were knitted together, her eyes drowning with desire. She inched herself closer to him when she got impatient and it made Caleb groan. “I can take it…I want all of you now.” She nodded, reassuring him.

He could feel her slowly give way, opening herself up more and more to him. The way she looked at him made him twitch inside of her. Her face was contorted with pleasure and the eye contact she held with him made Caleb melt. As he fully sheathed himself inside of her, he leaned in for another kiss. His full length entering her made her gasp and Caleb swallowed every breath she took. He dropped her legs from his shoulders for her to rest them on his hips, her feet locking behind him.

“Fuck…you’re so good for me. You feel so good, pretty.” He mumbled against her lips. He didn’t dare move at that moment, knowing he couldn’t take it. “God…I love you so much.” He said to her, sweating against her forehead. His hand caressed her cheek, his hips twitching against hers. 

She nodded quickly, biting her lip. “I love…you too…Caleb.” She said, panting. “Please, I need more. Won’t you give me more, baby?” She begged, fluttering her eyelashes and giving him a quick kiss.

His hand came back down to rub circles on her clit again, hoping she’d be able to come first. And he pulled himself out, leaving only the tip inside of her, before thrusting in roughly. She loudly moaned with him, and at that moment, Caleb didn’t know or care how thin the dorm walls were.

Her head was thrown back and her back was arched upwards. Her chest neared his face, and Caleb took her nipple into his mouth. Her hand gripped the back of his head while the other scratched his shoulders.

He didn’t know where he found it in himself, but he managed to last three more thrusts into her before he spilled inside of her, continuing to rub at her clit until he felt her tighten around him. “Yeah, baby, come for me, please. Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He moaned as he rode out his own high. She spasmed underneath him, her legs shaking violently around him. 

After a few minutes of panting and soft kisses being planted all around her by Caleb, he said to her, “I don’t how I’ll ever last any longer, Pip. You feel too good…” 

She chuckled, his dick still inside her twitching from her moving. “We can both last a short while…” She took his face to look at her and she gave him a kiss on his nose. “As long as it’s with you, until the end.”

Caleb was madly in love with her. He was floating on cloud nine, his worries of being apart from her heightened, but he was in too much bliss to care at that moment. What he once thought was impossible became a dream come true. The fact that the wall crumbled between them and they were as close as they could be, both emotionally and physically made his heart swell. And…

“Caleb…are you hard again?”

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puppy!navia x kitty!reader

switch!navia x switch!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, cunnilingus/face sitting, knotted strap, puppy/kitty hybrids, leash/collar

a/n: the fic uses regular capitalization because i used my laptop to write, sorry if the change seems odd!!

Your ears twitch on your head, flicking forward as you sit atop Navia’s lap. Your puppy’s hands grip your hips, blunt claws digging in as you wince. “Gentle.” You remind her, accompanied by a soft tug to the leash wrapped around her neck. She whines, tail thumping against the bed. 

“Sorry.” she apologized with such sweet eyes that your grip relaxes, giving the leash some slack as you cup Navia’s cheek. A gentle kiss is placed on her forehead, your thumb swiping over the apple of her cheek.

“Help me undress?” you whisper, and Navia obliges, quickly helping to slide the oversized shirt off, tossing it to the floor. You were left on her lap in just your undergarments now, allowing Navia to gently tug at them before you kneel up and fully undress for her. 

You press a soft hand into Navia’s chest, pushing her to lay back against the soft blankets while you sit over her waist. Navia instinctively grabbed your hips, tugging you closer to her mouth as you gasp, blindly searching to grip the headboard to ground yourself. Navia slid her longer tongue across your clit, eagerly eating you out. Your thighs threatened to squish the puppy’s head as your own head fell backwards, chest arched up as your tail stood straight up. One of your clawed hands grips Navia’s hair, trying to tug the puppy away. 

“Hold on!” you squeak, though you were weak compared to Navia who simply keeps you placed firmly on her tongue. “Let me make you- ah- feel good too!” You protested, desperately kneeling up as Navia whimpered. You dropped the leash and turned around, instead facing Navia’s stomach, inching your way down. Your tongue was smaller, rougher, but pleasurable nonetheless as it flicked over Navia’s clit. Navia gripped at your thighs and hips, yanking your body closer as your tail swung, brushing over her soft ears.

You moaned into Navia’s cunt, trying to move further down to lave your tongue across her slit. Your tongue strokes were controlled, more precise and teasing compared to Navia’s more eager movements. You gasped when Navia suddenly yanked your hips closer, gripping your thighs and leaving marks, forcing your pussy down onto her tongue. You laid your head on Navia’s abdomen, panting into her skin while your fluffy ears laid flat against your head. “Navia!” you whimpered, feeling Navia moan into your cunt, tongue sliding down to press into your entrance.

Your back arched, hands coming to grip onto Navia’s thighs desperately, claws poking into her skin as you felt her tongue stretch you open. “Good girl! Feels so good.” You moaned out, shaky breaths following while Navia’s tongue slid deeper. She grew more enthusiastic, tail smacking the bed while you praised her. 

Navia bounced your hips up and down, shallowly fucking her tongue into your hole while you mewl. You consciously move your hands to the bedsheets, not wanting to claw your puppy up, instead tearing holes into the blankets while your tail lashes. “There! There, please! Good girl, so good, more, please!” you wailed, causing Navia to grunt against your pussy. You wiggled your hips back, putting even more pressure onto your clit from Navia’s chin until you finally got the release you were craving. You practically screamed, yanking at the blankets, tail hitting Navia as you convulsed while she carried you through your orgasm dutifully. 

You laid flat, twitching when Navia gently kissed your clit one last time before moving you up to sit on her stomach. “Was it good? Did it feel good? Did I do a good job?” she immediately asked, tail wagging while you sat a little wobbly, still woozy from your orgasm as you leaked slick onto Navia’s stomach. 

“Really good-”

“Again?” Navia cut you off, sitting up, knocking you onto her back on the bed. “Please?”

“Let me take care of you first-”

“After, please?” Navia whimpered, looming over your body as you nod slowly, watching her fasten her strap to her waist.

It was something new you hadn’t seen before, and it left you tilting your head. “Is that… a knot?”

Navia glanced down, tail wagging again. “Mhm! It’ll feel so good, I promise.”

You observed the strap silently, tail waving behind you as you crawled closer. “Navia, that looks a little big. I don’t think that’ll fit.”

“It will.” Navia answered eagerly, pushing you back down. “I prepped you well. It’ll be a little uncomfortable at first, and then it’ll feel good! Promise.” she rubbed the tip over your clit, feeling you instinctively reach up for the handle of the leash. “Here, look.” Navia reached down, collecting the slick from your sensitive cunt, stroking her strap to lube it for your comfort. 

Though Navia knew she could take you whenever she wanted, she waited for your approval, hovering the tip over your hole until you finally nodded. Navia pushed your thighs up, spreading your pussy so she could slide in easier. You mewled, head falling back into the pillows, hands lifting up to reach behind for something to hold onto. Navia restrained herself from simply shoving the entire strap into your cunt, making herself go slow so she wouldn’t frighten her kitty. “Does it hurt?”

Your teeth gritted together, cheek pressed into the pillows. “A little-” Navia instinctively pressed a thumb to your clit to ease the stretch, feeling you tighten up around her. Slowly but surely, she fed each inch into you until the knot was knocking up against your pretty cunt. Navia looked down at you, moving her thumb off your clit to wrap around your throat instead.

She increased the pace, indulging in the little whimpers that escaped your lips, the soft tugs at her leash. “Good girl, feels so good-” you cried, feeling Navia’s thrusts grow deeper with the praise. Navia leaned down, nosing at your jaw, soft ears tickling your cheek. You gently tugged at the leash again. “More, please!”

Navia was giddy to oblige, fucking you harder, watching your body jolt beneath her. She kept changing the angle of her hips slightly, searching for your g-spot to really reduce you to a babbling mess. Her tail wagged at the mere thought until she finally hit it, seeing you arch up suddenly.

She looked proud, grinning as you cried out her name, thrashing beneath her, held down by the grip on your thighs. She leaned over your body, pushing the knot a little deeper while you panted, seemingly out of it, giving Navia time to slide the knot into your cunt. You hissed, eyes shutting tight as you yanked the leash. You couldn’t speak, teeth gritted as you felt Navia’s pelvis rubbing against your clit, the fat knot stretching you out as Navia’s tail smacked against the bed, whimpering from the slight lack of air due to the collar.

You clawed at Navia’s back with your free hand, moaning out when she shallowly fucked the knot deeper into you. She could feel you squirming, tugging at the leash while she fucked you, pelvis rubbing your clit gently while she leaned down, nipping at your shoulder. You started to babble, the leash falling out of your hand as you let Navia take control for the time being.

When you finally came back to your senses, you let Navia ease the knotted strap out of your cunt, looking down at the slick coating the material. “You did such a good job, baby.” You coo, tiredly tugging yourself up to crawl and push Navia back down, taking the strap off her. “Let me treat you.” comes your soft voice, laying onto the bed between Navia’s legs as the puppy eagerly tried to sit up. “No, lay down.”

“But, I wanna see.” Navia protested, ears folding slightly, yelping when you nipped her thigh.

“Be a good girl for me, okay?” you giggled, leaning in to lap at her clit. The roughness of your tongue had Navia gasping, hips jumping up to meet your lips. Your tongue lapped over her cunt, fingers coming up to tease her clit with their claws retracted. You gasped when Navia’s hands grabbed at your head, fingers rubbing the base of your pointed ears. You moan into Navia, only making her tug your head harder into her cunt. Her hips rubbed up against your nose, grinding her clit into it.

Your tongue felt so good on her, rubbing her so gently, easing her towards her own orgasm until she finally enjoyed her release. Her tail wagged happily, matching the tempo of your own tail as Navia tugged you up her body. She laid you on top of her, tugging your chin up for a kiss, tongues sliding over one another. 

“You did such a good job for me.” you praised her, kissing her cheek as Navia melted.

“When can we go again?” Navia asked with hopeful eyes as you visibly deflated, eyes wide.

“Again…?” 

[meowrimo]

WORK NIGHTS — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. kuroo tetsuro !

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : normally once you get home from work, you and kuroo have a pretty set routine, but it’s always fun to catch him off guard.

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader, established relationship, oral (m!receiving), mentions of deepthroating, minor cum play, titty sucking is good for the soul, just something silly for this man — WC : 1.1k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile, so here :3 dividers by @/cafekitsune ᰔ

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᰔ*.ﾟ

work nights were pretty routine for you and kuroo. come home, make dinner, eat, talk about your day, clean up, watch whatever show you guys put on before getting ready for bed and laying in each others arms until your alarm went off the next morning.

but something about kuroo looked so fucking good tonight, you just couldn’t help it. the tv was playing but you weren't paying attention to it. at all. instead, your eyes trailed down his face, the divine slope of his nose, the sharpness of his jaw, all the while he was mindlessly watching whatever show you put on.

“tetsu.” you whisper in his ear from where you’re nestled into his side, his arm draping along the back of the couch. he only hums in response, squeezing your shoulder to show he heard you. “let me suck you off.”

“yeah—“ kuroo freezes, wide amber eyes looking over at you. “wait, what?”

“let me suck you off.” you reiterate, already pivoting your body so you can kneel before him. he doesn’t stop you, watching as your knees hit the ground, your palms eagerly running up his thighs. “please?”

“fuck,” kuroo ran his hand through his dark hair, disheveling it even more as he gazes down at you, immediately enchanted by your every move. “yeah, yeah, of course, baby.”

it was cute catching him off guard like this — normally he’d always be equipped with what to say, his wit overpowering yours with ease most times, leaving you a flustered mess. but today you won the battle, looking up at him through your lashes, his cheeks turning pink.

his adam’s apple bobs, jaw clenched as your fingers dip under the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down. to your delight, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“what’s this?” you ask, tilting your head up at him. if he was blushing before it doesn’t compare to now. the look you’re giving him sends blood rushing down to his cock, twitching to life before you can even properly get your hands on him. “that’s kind of slutty of you, tetsu.”

the man only swallows, eager to see what you’ll do next. and you couldn’t resist, fingers running along his length, rubbing against it as he hardens under your touch.

“please.” kuroo breathes out, sucking in his breath as you finally close your hand around his thick girth.

“what do you want, tetsu?” you ask, tilting your head to the side as you slowly start to flick your wrist, moving up and down his length.

kuroo shivers at the touch. what’s got him so sensitive tonight, you aren’t sure — but you want to take advantage of it.

“answer me, baby.” you squeeze the base of his cock, pulling a choked groan from his lips, his weepy tip already drooling for you.

“your mouth, i need your mouth.” he hisses out. you give him another squeeze. “please.”

kuroo shivered as the flat of your tongue ran up the side of his length in response, coating him in your saliva before rubbing his tip along your lips, his precum coating your lips like your favorite lipgloss.

he watches as you lick your lips, groaning as you make a show of how much you enjoy the savory taste of him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

without another moments hesitation, you engulf him in your mouth, loosening your jaw so you can take him in deeper.

kuroos palm rests on top of your head, not enough force to push you down any further, but enough to ground him, keeping him from thrusting up into your mouth.

“fuck—“ he breathes out in pleasure, head lolling on the back of the couch, half lidded eyes set on you as he watches his cock disappear in your mouth. “so good to me.”

you hum, the reverberations causing his eyes to roll back. doing what you can to make him squirm, relishing in the way his muscles ripple, abs tensing in pleasure, thighs trembling from how good your mouth feels around him.

your eyes flit up to his face, basking in his expression — mouth hung open, face flushed, half lidded eyes meeting yours. kuroo always looked so pretty when you looked up at him like this, in a world of pleasure that only you can bring him to.

it’s what he deserved after a long day of working so hard, after stressful meetings and dealing with snippy coworkers — he needed to relax.

“fuck, that’s it—“ kuroo lets out a shuddered moan.

you hold him in your mouth for a moment, his cock throbbing and pulsing with need against the slick of your tongue, nudging itself deeper to the back of your throat. groans spill from his lips and it just makes you want to work harder for him — spoil him, tease him, anything to make him feel good.

kuroos breaths become ragged, panting as you continue to bob your head up and down. you can almost feel his heart beat for you as you swallow his cock dow n your throat.

“i’m — !” kuroo’s fingers tense around your head, arching his back and trying to shove himself deeper, shallowly thrusting into your mouth. you let him, a few tears streaming down your face as you let him use your throat. “fuck, i’m gonna cum, cumming!”

he whines and writhes under your touch, not letting up an inch as he spills in your mouth with a loud groan of your name, fingers latching into your locks as he comes down from his high.

you pull apart slowly as you swallow, some of his cum dripping from the sides of your mouth. kuroo watches as you scoop it up with your finger, sliding back up into his lap and putting it in his mouth.

his tongue twirls around your finger before it retreats, quickly replaced with your lips. his palms find your backside, pulling you closer onto him as he kisses you deeper, moaning into your mouth.

“that mouth of yours…” kuroo whispers against your lips before stealing a few more kisses. “you gotta let me return the favor, sweetheart.”

“well if you insist.” you smirk a little, moving back to slide off your shirt, the one you stole from his drawer earlier. he looks up at you in awe, hands sliding up your sides and cupping your breasts.

“you know, i think i’m rubbing off on you.” he smirks right back at you, thumb brushing over your nipple. you gasp out, arching into him.

“you’re only saying that because i managed to catch you off guard for once.” you tease, words turning into moans as he sucks on your perked bud. after a moment, he relents.

“yeah, well. i hope you enjoyed it because it’s not going to happen again.” he kisses his way over to your other nipple, swirling his tongue around it before sucking lightly. “so like i said, let me return the favor.”

thank you so much for reading ᰔ

[sarawritestories]

Take A Break

High Lord Eris Vanserra X High Lady Fem Reader

Summary: Eris comes home from business at the Spring Court. Only to hear reports from the staff that his High Lady has been working herself to the ground and not taking care of herself.

Dedicated to @milswrites and @eve175 who are constantly making sure I am taking care of me and getting proper rest. I adore you both!

Content Warning: I did not proofread this. This fluff, but Reader hasn't slept and has had some disordered eating habits (she has been working so hard

Peep the Critical Role Reference for any Critters reading this 😉

ACOTAR MASTERLIST

Eris Vanserra was glad to be home. Sure, working with Tamlin to rebuild the Court was mutually beneficial. Tamlin gets his court back, and Eris rebuilds a strong alliance with the spring. It was work worth fighting for to repair what Beron destroyed. However, he was itching to get home to his mate.

You were the apple of his eye, the moment the bond snapped on Calanami, his first as High Lord. Eris held no hesitation when it came to making you his High Lady. He watched how hard you worked at your bookshop. He knew you could handle it.

Reaching the stables, The Autumn High Lord handed his esteemed steed to the young fae male working. "Take care of sweet, Vex'ahlia, will you?" Eris gave the lad a warm smile and received an eager head nod. "Thank you."

Entering the palace, he was greeted by your two ladies-in-waiting. "My lord." The older woman bowed the younger one fidgeting, Eris picked up on the nervous behavior. "How was your trip?"

Eris bowed his head in return, "Very well, Maxine, but I am ready to see my wife. Though I suspect with the look on both of your faces, something is wrong." He tugged on the bond and found a quick tug back in return, and he couldn't help the sigh of relief that slipped past his lips.

Maxine sighed, "Sir, she has been sleeping in the study."

"If she sleeps at all." The younger one, Nadine muttered.

Maxine ignored her and continued, "We have barely gotten her to eat. She has buried herself so deep into work that she simply forgets that warm food is right there. I'm not trying to speak out of turn."

Eris gripped the older woman's shoulder, "You are not. I appreciate you telling me. Is she still in the study."

"Yes, High Lord."

Eris laughed, "Maxine, you can call me Eris. After all, you did change my diapers."

Maxine smiled, "I'll you whatever you like if you go take care of that wife of yours."

Eris kissed her cheek, "Yes ma'am," With that, he went to go find his High Lady.

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You ran your fingers through your hair as you scribbled notes on some parchment. These last few days, you buried yourself in paperwork. Just when you thought you were done. More stacks would form. Not wanting to fall behind and with Eris being gone, you had decided to dedicate the time to working. Only to find you were getting overwhelmed, feeling like you could never walk away, missing meals, not sleeping, you were burning out.

You turned to grab more blank parchment when a voice came from the doorway, "Now what do we have here." You turned to find Eris there, his red curls laying atop of his head and the russet colors of his eyes gleaming in the fae light."

You dropped the materials in your hands. "When did you get back?" You bounced off your seat and ran to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I just got here." He held you close, taking in your scent. "I heard something interesting, though."

You blinked, "Oh?"

He kissed your head, "My Little Dove has not been taking care of herself." You opened your mouth to protest, but he pressed his lips to yours. "There is no fighting me on this."

You sighed, "Okay."

He winnowed you to the kitchen. It being so late the kitchen staff was gone. Eris put on an Apron and you quirked a brow. "You cook?"

Eris smiled, "I do." He tossed an apron at you. "And I am going to show you how to make my favorite me." Your cheeks warmed, remembering how you gave him a small plate of cheese to accept the bond.

You walked over to him, "Ready to Learn."

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Cooking with Eris was fun, and you learned that the high lord had a playful side. He'd sneak up behind you to try the sauce you were making. Dipping his finger to dab it on your nose, causing you to giggle. Once everything was cooking he pulled you into his arms and you began to dance.

He pulled you into a waltz with no music. And you watched as his smile grew, his freckles popping out by the fire and the fae lights. He wasn't worried about work, or his brothers, or his responsibilities. He was beautiful.His main focus was you. He pulled you closer, his hands sliding close to the curve of your ass. He kissed you.

He tried to deepen the kiss, but the kettle screamed that the water was boiling. Pulling away, you smiled and grabbed the kettle. Once the meal was prepped, Eris made your place and insisted he feed you.

"I am fully capable of feeding myself. I am High Lady." You pouted and Eris quirked a brow instantly causing you to fix your attitude.

"Yes, you are my High Lady. You're also zeroed in on your work so much this week you barely ate. So I am taking care of you." He patted his lap, "Sit, Dove." You obeyed, and the smell of the food made your mouth water. He scooped up some of the food with the utensil and leveled it to your mouth. "Open." You opened your mouth on command, and he placed the food in your mouth, and you moaned in pleasure. The flavor exploded in your mouth.

He fed you until the meal was gone. "Why haven't you been taking care of yourself?"

You met his Russet eyes and sighed, "I didn't do it on purpose. It simply felt like everyone needed me. I just lost track of time."

He sighed and kissed your bare shoulder peaking out of your sweater. "You need breaks. They are important. You'll burn yourself out or wither away into nothing if you don't." His eyes grew serious, "I don't want to see my mate suffering."

"I'm sorry." You leaned your head against his.

"Don't apologize to me. You need to apologize to yourself. You deserve to love yourself and see yourself as worthy of breaks." He held you close. "Okay."

"Okay... I may need gentle reminders." You whispered, a full belly causing the exhaustion to take hold.

"I will give you those gentle reminders." He kissed your forehead as your eyes fluttered close. Allowing the smell of autumn leaves and cinnamon from your mate to bring you comfort.

When you fell asleep, Eris carried you in his arms. Hands wrapped around your knees and shoulders and walked you to your shared bedroom. Placing you on your side of the bed, he pulled the covers over you. "Sweet Dreams, Little Dove." He kissed your head, causing you to stir and just turn over. The High Lord left your room and headed to your study where he would finish the paperwork that was stacked on your desk.

Fin

@secret-third-thing for your Eris reading pleasure

[yelenaslyubov]

I Don’t Bite

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requested by @belovasecho

a/n: two fics in one week? two fics back to back? who am i🫣this was so fun to write! you can probably tell by now, found family is one of my favorite things to write, hence why a lot of my fics have so many MCU characters in them. i hope you enjoy <3

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ pairing: yelena belova x reader

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ warnings: heavy flirting, language (but i honestly don’t remember), fluffyyy

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ description: on the day of the avengers annual fall family get together, you spend your time baking and watching football commence. during the usual bonfire, the cold leaves you seeking the warmth of another avenger you have a dirty little secret with.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ word count: 2k

When the leaves are at their peak orange glow and it’s just cold enough to stay outside, Steve named it our “Family Fall Festival” weekend. You, along with the rest of the Avengers never celebrated Thanksgiving. This was due to the foundational ideas of it along with the fact that the Avengers were a melting pot of different cultures and places. There was no point in celebrating.

Instead, the team had made their own holiday that consisted of baking, games, gossiping, a large feast, drinking, and a large bonfire to end the day. It was a way to create your very own fall holiday under different premises.

For the majority of the day, you spent time with Wanda in the kitchen baking. You baked everything from apple pie to shortbread cookies. People came and went all day, snatching up different delectables to eat on their way to their next destination.

Since the Avengers really were your family combined with your coworkers, it was nice to have a day with no chaos and only love.

The sun was going down now, signaling the near ending of a wonderful day. You were finishing up your last batch of chocolate chip cookies when you watched some of the guys play a rough game of football. Though they did it every year, you weren’t sure why they continued since it always ended in a fight.

This time was no different as you watched Peter get tackled to the ground by an angry Pietro. There was no way that one did not hurt. You may be Avengers, but you sure as hell still bleed.

You walked down to the field below the compound to see what was the matter. Peter was laying on the ground with a crowd around him.

“That was awesome!” You heard Rocket’s distinctive voice shout.

“Guys, it’s not funny, he’s hurt,” Carol said concerningly.

“I swear I did not mean to hit you that hard, it just… happened,” Pietro explained.

Peter groaned while laying stiff in pain. “Yeah, for sure. The guy with super speed didn’t mean to run full speed ahead into my body…”

“He’s got a point,” you said. Regardless of the situation, you tried to hide your laughter due to Peter’s attempt at being upset.

In the distance, you saw Yelena, Nat, Kate, and Valkyrie huddled next to each other. The thing that stood out most was Yelena’s laughter that resembled the honk of a goose. She was completely bent out of shape chuckling until she was red in the face.

This might do you in for good, and then you would be a terrible friend. You couldn’t stand there and laugh in Peter’s face, so you chose to walk away instead. You found yourself next to Drax, the worst person to be near if you’re trying to be serious. You hoped this time it might be different.

He had his hand buried in a bag of chips and was staring in the distance. You stood next to him and watched as Peter started to get back on his feet. Once he stood up, you noticed the large and noticeable patch of mud that was spread on the back of his pants.

Once Drax caught wind of Peter’s pants, his loud laughter soon followed. He abandoned his bag of chips and clapped his hands together as he lost all control of his body.

“His pants!” he yelled. “They have… they have poop on them! HAHA!” He tried to speak between his wheezing and screaming but it was no use.

“I’m going to take Peter inside, why don’t you guys start the fire,” Steve suggested while grabbing one of Peter’s shoulders and guiding him inside.

“Ooo, you guys are in trouble,” Kamala said.

“You can’t lie, it was a little funny,” you chuckled.

“Oh absolutely, it was hilarious!”

After the fun around Peter's accident had died down, everyone made their way over to the large fire pit that was reserved for the bonfire. Surrounding the pit were several wooden chairs and logs that had been strategically placed to feel the fire’s warmth.

The stars were starting to make their appearance in the sky which meant it was time to start up the fire. Bucky, Sam, and Clint started to work their magic starting the fire with the several dozen large logs that already resided in the pit. Some of the guys spent the morning chopping down a tree or two and splitting logs in preparation for tonight.

In a few minutes, there were sparks flying around the logs until each one was lit aflame. Soon, the fire’s heat was spreading around to everyone, except for you apparently.

You looked around at the faces circling the fire; Agatha and Rio sat far behind the group, Nat and Wanda were now sitting together, and some of the guys were huddling around in a group conversing and laughing.

Though the fire exerted much warmth, you still found yourself shivering underneath your coat. Just in time, Peter was walking towards you in the distance.

“You okay?” you asked him.

“As good as I can be.” He sat down on the log next to you with a groan. “At least it’s a nice night huh?”

“Yeah, for sure,” you said between shivers.

“Oh no, are you cold?”

“Uh, just a tad.”

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

You expected him to drape part of the blanket he had around him over you, but he did no such thing. Peter was your best friend, but most of the time he was clueless.

“Well, I’m gonna go sit with some of the guys. I’ll catch you later.” Peter awkwardly waved goodbye as you laughed to yourself at his oblivion.

You took this as an opportunity to get up and move to a chair closer. Since most people claimed the chairs before the logs, the only chair that was left was the wooden two-seater chair made for two people.

You sat down closer to the fire and tried to cozy up. You regretted not bringing a blanket down from your room and you were far too lazy to walk all the way back up to find one.

Deciding on just suffering the consequences, you stayed by the fire with only your coat for comfort. To your dismay, warmth still did not find you. You were starting to think you should go inside when the chair next to you creaked.

You looked to your left to find Yelena sitting down, one of the last people you had thought of.

“Cold?” she asked sarcastically. You knew Yelena well enough to know it was sarcasm from the get go.

You knew Yelena, but most everyone else would say otherwise. Based on a decision between the two of you, you opted to keep the relationship between you secret.

You and Yelena had been dating in private for around a year now. You both felt that it would be better to work under the circumstances that you weren’t forming a strong personal relationship. This became hard as time went on, especially now that certain people started to catch on. This was reinforced when you looked across the fire to see Kate, Valkyrie, and Carol staring between you and Yelena with a smirk.

“Uh, what are you doing over here?” you asked her nervously.

“So you’re not cold?”

“No, I’m very cold actually, but-”

��Then no more talking.” Immediately, she unwrapped the thick blanket from around her shoulders and tossed it over you and her own lap. The gesture made you smile and her blatentness made you laugh.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you said.

“And you did not answer mine… at first at least.”

“Exactly, which means you get to answer my question next,” you smiled devilishly.

“Can’t a woman just sit where she pleases? This is America after all.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Touché, Yelena.”

You usually spent your time staring at her from afar, or catching glimpses while you were paired on missions, but it wasn’t very often you saw her in her natural form.

Her cheeks were glowing bright and hot as the reflection of the fire casted shimmering shadow. Even though her hair was a mess most of the time, it was still perfectly laid and complimented the rest of her so perfectly. And even though she was wearing a sweatshirt that was clearly too big for her and sweatpants to match, she was still the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

Having Yelena close like this around everyone else was dangerous. Times like these, all you wanted to do was pull her close and take in everything about her.

You could feel Yelena scoot a little bit closer to you. She knew how easily you could be flustered, so it didn’t help when she slipped her hand under the blanket to find yours.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, as if anyone could hear you anyway.

“What, I can’t hold your hand now? I don’t bite, you know,” Yelena huffed, adding a playful smirk at the end. “Well… most of the time.”

You smacked her arm. “Yelena, not here!”

“I’m sorry! How can I not when you look like that?”

Her admiration made you blush. Even with the warmth from the fire, Yelena couldn’t mistake the red spreading all over your cheeks. She took your hand more firmly and squeezed it.

She leaned in towards your face and brought her lips to your ears. “I’ve missed you, detka.”

Her mother tongue never fails to make you shiver. It made it even worse when she decided to bring it out around others.

“I’ve missed you too,” you whispered.

You stole a long look into her hazel eyes. Her lashes hung low as the day dragged on, giving her a dazed look that you loved. Things felt so much more normal like this than in secret, though you both knew it was for the best.

You heard snickering and you looked across the fire to see Valkyrie, Carol, and Kate giggling to each other and staring at the two of you. Yelena gave them a nice middle finger to shut them up, but you couldn’t deny that you liked the attention of the two of you being seen together.

Once the three of them stopped their mocking, Yelena turned her attention back to you. She looked around and when she saw the coast was clear, she lifted your hand to her lips and gave it a quick kiss.

You couldn’t resist any longer and leaned against her body. She had the perfect balance of strength and comfort.

“Have I ever mentioned that you smell amazing?” you asked Yelena.

“Maybe like once or twice,” Yelena smirked.

Instead of holding your hand, Yelena moved her hand to rest on the skin of your back. She scratched up and down and drew small circles. At this rate, you would be asleep within the next few minutes.

Your assumption was correct, her affection making your eyes heavy. For once, you finally felt warm all throughout, a feeling you had been craving all day.

When you awoke again, your surroundings were dark, indicating the fire had gone out. Looking up, you saw Yelena looking up at the stars wide awake. Somehow, you had ended up with your head in her lap.

You slowly sat up and looked around. The party seemed to be over, as the two of you were the only ones left.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Yelena greeted you.

“How long was I asleep?”

“Long enough for everyone to stare at you while you slept with your head on me.”

You groaned. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Hey, why are you saying sorry?”

“I don’t know, I guess because of the whole secrecy thing.”

Yelena stared at you harder. “If I can love you in secret, I can love you just as loud for everyone to see.”

Your heart swelled at the sentiment. You took your chance and grabbed the side of her head and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Oh how you had missed the taste of her.

She left a kiss on your cheeks and your forehead to top it off. “Let’s go inside then, hmm? The party has just begun,” she smiled.

“You really know how to make every situation dirty, don’t you?”

“What can I say, it’s a gift.”

With the cold autumn chill and stars to guide you, Yelena led you back inside the compound after the end of the most perfect day.

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