#But it's both a blessing and a curse to have a nose so sensitive in more ways than one (both to smell AND touch FNDSFNDFKG)

[dustynrosy]

Hey, so, uh... Just discovered a little something that I'm gonna put under a read more because I Am. Shy,

I think we might have some bug spray in the house I might be allergic/sensitive to. Maybe, maybe not...?

It's been sprayed around the laundry room since there was one roaming around the place, and thankfully the smell isn't like. harsh or anything cause I'm sensitive to strong smells in a non-allergy way...

...But also god, the way the scent of it smell nice but also tickles my nose so good... Ugh, I'm so tempted to look into what that smell is and induce myself with just one little spray and a couple to few whiffs of it from a safe distance... UGH,

[davinawritings]

Minotaur Husband Drabble

Okay, so many months ago, I made a post about getting nipple piercings to match Minotaur Husband’s nose piercing, (Link Here) and I just thought of something else about that. So we know there’s no touching for several months while the piercing heals, right? But can you imagine when they do finally heal…

Your husband has spent months only being able to stare at your tits but not touch, lick, or suck. You are both well aware that it’s his favorite body part of yours. He doesn’t stop staring at your chest even more now. To him, wearing those tight tops is like a blessing and a curse. The ones that hug your tits so tight and allow him to see the outline of the piercings. He had practically banned you from wearing bras once you both moved in together, and the last few months truly put him to the test.

Fortunately, all that waiting was finally over, which brings you to the present moment. The second you had told your minotaur that you were fully healed, he had you in his lap, and your shirt ripped right off. It’s been almost an hour of him plating with your now puffy and swollen nipples. Denying your dripping cunt any stimulation other than some light grinding. Each time you try to take it further, he tells you not to rush him as he makes up for lost time with your chest.

“I spent months being tortured, baby; you can handle a few hours,” he told you with a grin. Your answering whine only made his grin widen. 

You writhe on his lap, trying to get any stimulation as he continues relentlessly with your chest. Each bite, lick, and suck sends electric currents to your swollen clit. He’s keeping you right on the edge but not giving you the final push to fall into your climax. You aren’t sure how much more you can take. All thoughts are consumed with riding his large cock until you have tears streaming down your face from the overstimulation. 

Not even pulling and stroking his sensitive horns is enough to make him give in a fuck you properly. Usually, one slight touch is enough, but months of being denied his favorite part of you made him unwilling to give it up now that he finally has it again.

You are definitely in for a long night. After all, he has months of lost time to make up for…

🖤💕❤️❤️💕🖤

[hederasgarden]

@whatblogisthis216 has me thinking about which ATJ characters enjoy edging versus overstimulation.

Characters: Sergei Kravinoff (Kraven the Hunter), Friedrich Harding (Nosferatu), Tangerine (Bullet Train),and Ives (Tenet) Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Edging, overstimulation, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected PIV, breeding kink, use of restraints, and a lot of other truly questionable sexual things. Please comment or reblog if you enjoyed this and want to see more. Or scream at me in my inbox. That always makes my day.

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Let's start with the KING of overstimulation - Kraven!

Sergei’s stamina in the bedroom is both a blessing and a curse because he could literally spend hours between your thighs without breaking a sweat. He likes to start off with his hands and mouth. His heightened sense of smell lets him savor the way your scent changes with your arousal and he wants to be nose-deep in the source. Plus, he enjoys slowly stretching you out, adding a third and fourth finger even as you protest and tell him you couldn’t possibly fit another. But he certainly doesn’t need his hands to make you come, his tongue is talented enough. 

Depending on his mood, he might tie you up or make you wrap your legs around his head, crossing one ankle over the other, your heels pressing firmly into the back of his neck so he can devour you whole. You’ll be trembling, shaking all over with the effort to hold that position. It feels like you’re suffocating him but he’s ravenous, his hands wrapped firmly over the top of your thighs. The sounds he makes while he eats you out are filthy and you can feel yourself dripping down his chin. He’ll easily make you come half a dozen times that way before easing your legs off his shoulders and crawling up your body. 

Once he’s inside you it’s a litany of praise, his mouth roaming over your face and neck. He loves to nip and bite with his sharp teeth, teasing your nipples until they grow hard and sensitive. He could go for hours like this but he knows your body is fragile, only able to give up a certain number of orgasms before you pass out. He’s careful to toe the line, waiting to come himself until he’s pulled every last drop of pleasure from you. 

The aftermath is almost as enjoyable for Sergei as the overstimulation part. He loves how soft and pliant you become. You’re extra clingy too and he gets to indulge in taking care of you. He’ll carry your limp, half-conscious body into a steaming bath, washing you with care. You’ll be cleaned thoroughly, though his hands are gentle when they wash between your legs - he knows how sore you get. 

Once you’re dry and clothed you’ll get some water and fresh fruit before he tucks you beneath the furs in his bed. He’ll whisper something in Russian, most of the words foreign to you except dorogaya, my beloved. The last thing you remember before falling asleep is the sweet kiss he gives you, alongside the promise of breakfast in bed tomorrow.

Friedrich doesn’t have the patience or interest in edging you. Honestly, he doesn't even mean to overstimulate you either, it's just that he gets so lost in your smell and taste that he loses track of time. Can you blame him? When he’s between your thighs each moan and gasp you let out drives him nearly insane. He loves the way your thighs squeeze his head each time you come and how your body trembles the longer he stays down there.

When you thread your fingers through his thick curls and tug on the roots he groans into your cunt. His touch grows rougher and more demanding. He needs you to come again, it’s a near compulsion at this point. Each one tastes sweeter than the last and he drinks from you like a man starved for it, as if every drop is the only thing keeping him alive. He’ll use his fingers to work you open, his thumb circling your clit while he gazes down at your swollen cunt. Watching your face as you come undone is almost as good as tasting you. 

By the time he’s fully satisfied, you’re shaking all over, begging him to stop. Friedrich calms you down with sweetly murmured words, his hand running up and down your side soothingly. He kisses you slow and deep, wanting you to taste yourself on his tongue and understand just why he had to stay down there so long. By this point, you’re so wet that you welcome him inside without any resistance and he slides home with a groan. Despite how hard he is, he doesn’t rush your lovemaking, rolling his hips in an unhurried rhythm, drawing out both of your pleasures. This is the main show after all, the whole reason he had his head buried between your thighs in the first place. He needs to put another baby in your belly. It's all he can think about.

He makes sure you come again when he's inside you. He's a gentleman after all. While he chases his own release he's praising you, talking about how warm you are, how tightly you grip him. How good you've been for him. After, he stays lodged firmly inside, gazing lovingly at you. He just needs to catch his breath and then he'll be ready to go again. Doesn't that sound good, darling?

Tangerine loves edging you simply because he can. You look so pretty when you cry, especially when your tears ruin your makeup. The more debauched you look, the better. Nothing makes him harder than seeing you at his mercy.  He likes to use his fancy silk ties to bind your wrists and ankles to the bed so you’re spread eagle for him. Throughout the whole experience, he remains fully clothed in his three-piece suit while you’re completely naked.

Because he loves to push boundaries, even when you’re absolutely certain you’re at your limit, he’ll keep going until you have to use your safe word. He keeps up a steady stream of chatter throughout, using a mix of praise and dumbification in equal measure. You may act like you don’t enjoy it when he’s mean to you, but the way your cunt squeezes the shit out of his fingers tells a different story. Speaking of which, Tangerine isn’t about to remove his rings for this. He wants you to feel them as he curls them deep inside you. 

When it’s finally time to let you come he wants you to soak his face. After all, he put in all the work and he’s going to get his reward. Then, knowing him, he might shift into overestimation territory just because (and if you happen to pass out on him at this point, when you wake up he’s going to lecture you about falling asleep on him). When it’s finally time to sink to your body he’ll demand just one more orgasm from you as he finds his own end.

After, Tangerine will take a minute to admire what he's done to you. Maybe even snap a photo or two for later when he's gone on a job. Although he’ll clean up your tears and give you a little forehead kiss, that’s as far as he’ll go. He wants you to go to bed with a mess between your thighs. The thought of his cum slowly leaking out of you for the rest of the night makes him hard enough to go again. 

Ives has a purpose for edging you. Maybe it’s punishment for disobeying him or just because he knows you need it. Either way, you’re going to be handcuffed to the bed, sweaty, and begging to come by the time he's done with you. Ives is steady and calm during the whole experience, squeezing your thighs in reassurance while he reminds you that you can and will go another 10 minutes like this. 

And when he’s finally ready to let you come it won’t be with his mouth. You’ll come on his cock or not at all. He’ll sink into you slowly, relishing how you welcome him in with a fluttery little gasp, straining against the handcuffs. You’ve been empty for so long that it’s almost overwhelming to have him fill you up. But he’s not as unaffected as he likes to pretend. You can feel a tremor work through his body as he slowly rocks into you, building to deeper and harder thrusts. By the time you’re coming around him, without ever needing him to touch your clit, the bed is groaning and smacking into the wall.   

After Ives will clean you up with a washcloth and wrap his body around yours, nuzzling into your hair. You’ll fall asleep to him telling you what a good girl you were for him.

♡

Special thanks to @ryebecca and @otaku-girl-ao3 for looking this over.

I'm curious to hear everyone else's thoughts and reasoning. 👀

[6gumi]

blessed by the heavens above!

synopsis ﹒ jujutsu kaisen men and their tittie obsession !

pairings ﹒ satoru gojo 、suguru geto 、choso kamo 、kento nanami 、ryomen sukuna ( implications of heian form ! ) 、toji fushiguro x f!reader

cw ﹒nsfw MDNI. tits, tits, tits ! ! ! 、titplay 、body worship ( ? ) 、established relationships ( ? ) 、petnames ( pretty thing 、princess 、reader referred to as “girl” once, etc ) 、titsucking 、size difference 、fingering ( sukuna only ) 、 toji called “daddy” once 、 jujutsu kaisen men n’ their luv for titties . . . | tag ! @diorsbrando

note﹒BACK W/ THE JJK WRITINGS ! ! YAAAAY ! ! coughs coughs wrote this while i was sickies . . . (again) i kept sniffling & sniffing each word i wrote down cries . . . i hope i didn’t make too many mistakes :> | reblogs are highly appreciated. if you want to talk to me or send thirsts / requests, feel free to send me an ask ! — millie ♡

୨୧ SATORU GOJO

gojo was having a rough day . . . the higher ups giving him an earful here and there . . . and exorcizing curses left and right, he was exhausted, so it was almost obvious how he was gonna relax for the entire night ! by laying on your chest ! “i’m gonna take it off now, kay?” his large hands ran through the silky piece of fabric covering your entire body. his beautiful eyes widened at the sight of your bare chest, appreciation clear in his gaze. he licked his lips, unable to resist reaching out and lightly grazing his fingers over your skin, a low hum rumbling in his throat. "fuck . . . now that's what I'm talking about," he says, his voice husky with desire. "damn, angel. your tits are absolutely perfect, just like you." with a mischievous glint in his eye, your exhausted boyfriend leaned in and took one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling it gently before releasing it with a pop . . smirking up at you before latching his mouth back onto your nipple.

shit, he loved your tits, he’d ways pay attention to its warmth, and how it felt within his wet mouth. his mouth nearly watering as he struggled to contain his excitement. gojo’s teeth lazily bit at your nipple, trying to be as gentle as possible . . . breathing heavily through his nose trying to maintain some semblance of control amidst the temptation of your body. you were so small compared to him, yet here he was suckin’ and biting at your nipples . . practically crushing your body from below. despite that, his eyes never left their prize, you. reaching out, he brushed a thumb over one taut nipple of yours . . . earning a sharp gasp. “you make me wanna touch, taste, and explore every inch of you, princess.” the sorcerer spoke playfully, squeezing gently. “can we do this every time i come home?”

୨୧ SUGURU GETO

suguru’s heart swelled as he watched you curl up next to him, he needed your warmth and you were giving him just that. the soft whimpers you made . . . drove him to the edge. the room was bathed in a warm, inviting glow from the fairy lights strung around the windows, casting a rosy hue on the soft sheets and fluffy pillows surrounding you both. gently, suguru traced his fingers along the smooth curve of your hip, drawing lazy circles that made you squirm ever so slightly. despite that, it was a simple pleasure, but it brought him immense joy to see the effect he had on his adorable girlfriend. the sorcerer leaned in closer, whispering into your ear . . . bringing his voice down to a low yet soft whisper as his breath tickled your delicate skin. "see? you’re doing so well, bun," your boyfriend cooed softly, his voice full of warmth and affection. “hm . . . were these things always this cute?”

“your body’s divine, i could look at it for eternity.” suguru examined your tits, he was almost . . . fascinated with how they look. god, how did he not notice their beauty until now? with a tender smile, your boyfriend began to play with your ample breasts, pinching and twisting your sensitive nipples as he watched your pretty face contort in pure pleasure. “yeah . . . my darling likes that, hm?” he could feel his dick pressing against it’s confines as he grunted, squeezing at your pretty breasts even harder than before. “. . . s—sugu . . .” a soft murmur left your lips, your teary eyes gazing up at him. “ . . ‘squeezin’ too hard, sugu . .” “lovely . . . if you say that, i can guarantee that i’ll squeeze these pretty things even harder than i already am. so keep that pretty mouth shut and let ‘sugu do all the work, got it?”

୨୧ CHOSO KAMO

“ . . . baby,” choso’s low voice reverberated through the room, his stare sweet and gentle as he pinched your nipple against his thumb. his own eyes were wide at the display of your breasts, a shiver of desire coursed through him . . . swallowing a lump in his throat as he could feel his dick beginning to swell, pressing against the fabric of his pants. "they’re so beautiful . . “ choso murmured, his voice thick with need for you, the sight was too much. unknowingly licking his lips, he brought your other breast to his mouth, sucking on the nipple and teasing it with his tongue. the cursed spirit’s fingers trailed downwards to your sides, teasing the edge of your panties . . . his grip tightening, almost urging you to rock against him, to feel the length of his erection.

"you’re a good girl," choso praised, his fingers lightly tracing over the curves of your breasts nonstop. he was addicted to the feeling . . . the feeling of your sensitive skin sent shivers down his spine. choso leaned in once more, his lips finding your other nipple, licking and sucking gently, watching as you arched into the touch. "you’re a good girl for letting me see these beautiful things . . . so damn hot," choso bit down gently, a soft smile playing on his lips. choso knew the real remedy for your heat; a good, deep pounding from his throbbing cock. but yet . . . he wanted your breasts . . he wanted to give them his attention, worship them. you always knew he had a thing for titties . . . but tonight, he let his obsession shine through even more. your nipples peaked under the gentle pressure, and the sight sent a surge of arousal coursing through his body. “so pretty, baby . . . such pretty tits you have . .”

୨୧ KENTO NANAMI

nanami’s grip tightens on your arm, a low growl rumbling in his chest. he’s been waiting for this, for you. he’s been away from you for too long, a dreadful feeling of irritation was running through his veins and you noticed that. “you . . . okay, ken?” your husband sighs, hauling you onto his lap, the heat from his body seeping through you. you’re smaller than him, and he loves that. it makes him feel good. nanami’s hand cups your breast, kneading it roughly through the fabric. " . . . i’m just exhausted, princess," he cooed slowly, his voice thick with desire. “just . . . just wanna taste you tonight.” nanami had never imagined himself as the type to be so impulsive, but now here he was, unable to resist the pleasure that awaited him, the irresistible joy of feeling your pretty tits he loved so much against his hands.

“ . . . you’re beautiful.” nanami’s heart raced as he feasted on the sight of you infront of him, he was a man who had never allowed himself such indulgences, but now, in this moment, he found he could no longer resist. lowering his head, your husband tenderly kissed each of your swollen nipples, his hands gently massaging the flesh that surrounded them. your whines grew more insistent and adorable, prompting nanami to do more than he should. the sound of your whine was like music to his ears, sending a thrill down his spine as he leaned down . . . lips brushing against your other nipple, nibbling softly. “pardon me for my ignorance, sweetheart . . . i just needed you so much today. you’re so beautiful . . . it drives me absolutely crazy. these tits . . . so irresistible.”

୨୧ RYOMEN SUKUNA

sukuna reveled in the warmth of your body against his own. the feel of your soft yet delicious flesh beneath his fingertips sent electric shock down his spine. sukuna roughly squeezed one of your breasts, marveling at its firmness. “m—more please . .” you muttered against his chest, the curse’s large hand slid further down, fingers probing between your legs as the wetness he discovered sent a surge of excitement coursing through him. “. . . impatient girl.” the king of curses slowly pushed two fingers inside of you, feeling the tight warmth enveloping his fingers. “you’re a needy slut, you know that?” he scoffs, his fingers in and out of your pretty pussy gently. As he did so, he leaned in closer, “here you are . . . begging me for more. just wait ‘till i fuck this slutty pussy of yours ‘till all you see are stars,”

sukuna’s fingers worked expertly, chuckling lowly at your sweet whines while his other arms held your thighs, keeping your pretty legs spread for him “pathetic . . . ‘s like you’re easy to break.” his fingers danced further as his thumb circled your clit while the others plunged in and out of your cunt, coaxing you closer and closer to the edge. "just look at these tits . . .” with each syllable of his words he spoke, his digits gradually worked faster, latching his mouth right on your nipples . . . transitioning between sucking, nipping, teasing. the king of curses could feel the heat of your desire, and he wanted to be the one to quench it. “so fuckin’ small . . . even your pussy can’t take my fingers.”

୨୧ TOJI FUSHIGURO

"do’ya like this, doll?" toji’s way of relieving his stress is getting a small ‘lil squeeze of your tits ! or . . . perhaps more than that. his cruel gaze glanced down at your smaller stature, a cocky grin on his lips as he was practically looming over you. toji’s hand slid down your figure, digits dipping between your legs, stroking your wetness. “tell me you want this. tell me you want me." his hands roamed over your entire body, his touch confident and bold as he explored you willingly beneath his body. "damn, you're even more amazing than i imagined," he whispered into your ear, “ . . . might ‘hafta keep ya. don’t want other morons stealin’ ya, doll-face.” toji’s smirk widened as he gently stroked your hair, relishing in the sight of your precious expressions. it was intoxicating to him, this vulnerability that you endured had him in a chokehold.

“always wondered how these pretty tits tasted, baby. guess i should have a ‘lil taste myself tonight,” toji’s frame leaned even closer, looming over yours. “c’mon sweet girl, let daddy take care of you," he whispered, his hand sliding down to cup your breast, his warm breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh before he began to lick and nibble, lapping up the sweet taste of your skin . . his thumb circling with increasing speed as your moans grew louder, more desperate. “fuck, pretty-dolly . . . yer tits are drivin’ me crazy.” toji’s low voice rumbled against his chest, his free hand gripping your hip as he held you firmly in place. “c’mere. sit on my lap, pretty thing . i can give ya somethin’ else to moan and whine about.”

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[4ttack-ur-heart]

May I request a rafayel x virgin reader smut where they are getting intimate for the first time and she squirts and doesn't understand but as he breaks her hymen she bleeds and she panics when they are done etc?

Forever bonded

Pairing: Rafayel x virgin! mc

Warnings: smut, blood, mc basically freaking out at the end, virginity loss, inaccurate lore prbly, hurt/comfort, slight ooc fishie, oral both receiving, unprotected sex.

Summary: You and Rafayel decide to finally go all the way and form a bond by having sex for the first time, not realizing your body wants to react in ways you’ve never seen.

I don’t have Rafayel’s god of tides myth and I feel like that really dives more into Lemurian lore from what I’ve seen, so if it’s inaccurate shhhhh. In this fic, their bond is formed by the boom shakalaka. I also added in the scene of when he was possessed in the main story cause lowkey that form was hot.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

Rafayel's words linger on your skin as his lips draw down your jawline. His hand cradles your face, the other pulling your body flush against his chest. You let out a breath when his teeth scrape against the vein on your neck, your hips roll over his groin in retaliation, and he lets out a shuddering groan.

He pulls away, hands now settled on your hips as his lust-filled gaze locks onto yours.

"We should stop."

You frown at his words. Disappointed fills your mind as the burning passion swirls hotter in your tummy. "Raf, I think I'm ready."

Rafayel looks away briefly, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he thinks. You're a virgin, and he wants to make sure you're a thousand percent ready. In the past, anytime you guys have gotten steamy with your make-out sessions, one of you feels forced to stop. His hands guide your hips off of him, and you think he's going to stop and just pull you into his arms to cuddle for the rest of the night.

Your toes brush against his thigh as you settle into your new spot. You're surprised when he swings his leg over your body, so now you're the one being straddled.

"Don't say those words if they aren't true," you see the hesitation in his eyes before he seals the words with a kiss. His tongue brushes against your bottom lip, and you eagerly let him in. Your legs wrap against his waist and pull him impossibly closer to you. "Do you know what this means for my people?"

Rafayel pulls away again. Your noses brush against each other, and your breaths mingle in short pants. You shake your head 'no' slowly.

"Lemurians being in love is a blessing and a curse. When we fall in love, we love hard and become devoted," his head buries itself between the crook of your neck. A few more sloppy kisses are placed against the skin below your ear. "This is how my people create a bond."

He licks the shell of your ear, and his words make you shiver from the sensitivity. "If we bond, you're stuck with me for all eternity. It has no limits, even to death. I need you to know that if you don't reciprocate, the burden of me loving you will consume me entirely."

Rafayel sits above you now, his legs caging you in. When you take a minute to respond, he grabs your chin in his hand and forces eye contact.

"Do you understand?" His eyes are pleading as they search yours for confirmation. "This isn't something my people take lightly."

"I-I understand…" your words are breathy.

"Not to mention you're a virgin too, baby. Is this something you're ready for? If you wanna stop, I need you to tell me now-"

"No," you cut him off. "I'm ready, Raf, I love you."

He leans down to place another sensual kiss on your lips. A deep groan resonated within him.

"We'll take it slow, my love, don't you worry." His words reassure you, and his lips attach themselves to your neck. Little hums escape you as his lips hit all the sensitive areas.

Rafayel licks at the new hickey on your neck. Pulling away, he slowly gets off the couch, and his arms settle under your body before you lift to his chest.

He carries you through the hallway and to his bedroom. The dim lighting casts your shadows on the wall. He places you on the edge of the bed, and his thumb traces over the waistband of your shorts.

"Have you masturbated before?"

Yes. Yes, you have- many times, in fact. All to the thought of him finally taking you and claiming you as his. Just because you were a virgin doesn't mean you don't take some personal time a few times a week.

"Yeah," you shudder when your shorts slip off your legs, and your lacy panties are now on display.

Rafayel settles between your bent knees, and his arms curled under them. He turns them slightly to place a few wet kisses against your thighs. "What do you use? Your fingers or toys?"

He nibbles on the meaty part of your inner thigh.

"B-both."

A small laugh.

"Let's add my mouth to the list."

Rafayel's tongue drags down your slit through your panties, and you shudder. His teeth clamp down on the waistband, and he slowly tugs, his eyes locking onto yours. Once they're down to your knees, he dives into your cunt.

You let out a choked sound as his warm tongue explores your folds. He feels your hips rock slowly against his face, and his hold on your legs tightens ever so slightly to keep you in place.

This man slurps and laps at your cunt as if it's a great feast, and he's been starved for days. Filthy noises quickly fill the room.

"Raf," you moan, fingers curling into his purple curls. He groans in response.

His lips suction around your clit, and you arch your back at the pleasure driving through you.

"Mm, yeah, just like that."

His tongue moves in little circles around the bundle of nerves. He savors the way your body reacts.

As your moans become louder, his tongue quickens. You feel the familiar coiling of your tummy.

"Augh- I-I'm gonna…" the words die from your throat as quickly as they came.

Rafayel groans deeply against your core, and you shudder from the vibrations.

"You gonna come for me, baby?"

You hear his voice ring out, muffled slightly. Your toes curl, and you open your legs impossibly further into a butterfly position.

With a shaky whine, your orgasm rocks through your body.

Rafayel doesn't pull away immediately- his head stays down to slurp at the cum that leaks out of you. Your fingers are now loosely tangled in his hair, nails grazing his scalp.

When he pulls away, he's panting slightly. There's a primal look in his eyes that are glazed over. His fingers leave your trembling thighs and trail up his shirt before unbuttoning the buttons slowly.

You sluggishly watch from your spot, a new wave of heat already taking over your body. Rafayel doesn't break eye contact as he discards the wine-colored shirt. He leans in and hovers above you, his hands resting on your head. He licks his lips, and you catch the scent of your juices still lingering around his mouth.

"Here." His hand grabs yours and trails it down your body. He stops below his belt, and you can feel the hardening erection underneath the fabric of his pants. "Can you feel what you do to me?"

You shakily nod, and your fingertips dance lightly over his groin. He lets out a wince, shuts his eyes, and dips his head in the column of your throat.

"Raf?" You ask with your hand coming up to caress the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Hmm?"

"C-can I suck you off?"

Rafayel tenses, and his eyes shoot open at your request. Slowly, he pulls away and stares into your eyes.

"Are you sure? You don't have to"

"I want to." You state more firmly as he climbs off of you and rests on his knees. Your eyes drift to his large erection, and you gently ease him back more. Holding heavy eye contact, you unbuckle his belt slowly, the metal clanging against the buckle.

Rafayel breathes heavily as he watches your movements. The tip of his ears burn bright red, and he's sure his face isn't any better. Pulling his pants down, it's easier to see the shape of his cock through his boxers. A small patch of precum is visible on the tip.

Your hands clasp over his member through the fabric, and his body shudders in response. Nails swipe over the waistband of the boxers before they hook in and pull them down his legs as well. Rafayel's pants become quicker as he is now bare in front of you. His hard cock curls against his stomach, grazing the bottom of his lean abs.

"Oh fuck-" he breathes as soon as your lips take in his cock. You hum at the salty cum dripping from the tip. His hand softly tangles into your hair, keeping it out of your face as you slowly bob up and down.

Your mouth hollows, and your tongue pokes out to swirl against the tip, making his hips twitch and involuntarily buck.

Rafayel's sharp gasps slowly become breathy whimpers as you increase your speed. His full length hits the back of your throat, and you have to concentrate to keep yourself from gagging.

His fingers tighten against your hair and start to control your motions. "F-fuck!" Another buck from his hips.

You moan against his length when he bottoms out in your mouth, and the vibrations travel through his body.

"Baby, get off… 'm gonna-"

Rafayel does his best to ease you off his cock, but you grab his hips to pull him even closer to you. He rasps out a throaty cry when he finally releases. The white spurts of cum shoot into your mouth and hit the back of your throat, and you swallow every last drop, savoring the way he tastes.

His hand keeps you in place while he finishes riding out his orgasm. When you pull away with a small pop, a long strand of saliva connects from your bottom lip down to his girth.

Finally catching your breath, you both hold each other's gazes.

"You ready for the fun part, babygirl?" He whispers as his hand rests against your cheek. His thumb tenderly stroked the bone, and he savored how you leaned into his touch.

"Yes."

Without another thought, he pulls you in for another kiss. Your lips collide, and teeth scrape against each other in a constant hunger. Rafayel lays you back down on the bed, your head resting against the pillow as his cock starts to rub against your cunt. He takes his cock in his hand and places it between your folds, and you let out a hum at the sensitivity of it rubbing against your puffy clit.

Rafayel disconnects your lips, pulling away with an unsure look. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"I'm sure, Raf." Your hand rests against his cheek, and your fingers brush lightly against his temple, scraping away the purple hair sticking slightly to his forehead from the sweat.

"Okay," he places a chaste kiss against your wrist, and his eyes dart to the nightstand. "Then I want to make sure this is as special as possible."

A spark flickers to life at his fingertips, and you watch in awe as the flame dances playfully, casting shimmering shadows on the walls. With a graceful flick of his wrist, the flame leaps toward the nightstand, igniting a cluster of candles that burst to life. The room is now bathed in a soft, warm glow, wrapping around your bodies like a tender embrace and transforming the space into an intimate haven.

"Now, where were we?"

His head lowers down to your lips again, cock still nestled warmly between your folds. Rafayel lets out another groan when he feels the limb becoming hard again, just begging to become wrapped in your tight walls.

After placing one last kiss on your lips, he pulls away and sits up.

You watch as he spits into his hand before rubbing it over his shaft. He grasps his now half-hard cock and rubs the tip up and down your wet folds, admiring the way you whine.

"You ready?" His eyes find yours as the tip grazes your entrance, and when you nod, he slowly pushes it in.

"Aagh!" You can't help the noise that escapes you from the sudden burst of pain. Rafayel halts his movements, and he carefully watches your expression.

"Are you okay?" He asks, voice tense from the way your hole is already fluttering at his cock.

"Mmhmm! K-Keep going..."

Nails grip his biceps when he slowly starts to push in again, leaving little crescent-shaped indents. You hold your breath and squeeze your eyes shut as a way to bear with the pain.

"Go slow, go slow," you cry out, and he gives you another moment to adjust.

"Almost there, baby. You're doing great." He reassures.

You're a whining mess by the time he fully bottoms out. He lowers his head to your collarbone, kissing your skin tenderly. It takes a minute for your body to adjust to his length, and you try to focus on pleasure more than the pain of your hole being stretched out.

"I'm gonna start moving, okay?"

You let out a shaky breath as tears line the bottom lids of your eyes, but you nod regardless.

His thrusts start slow- very slow. Thanks to the candlelight, Rafayel can see every expression you create: every lip quiver, every scrunch in your eyebrows, and every bead of sweat that coats your forehead.

Your toes curl, and you loosely wrap your legs around his hips to draw him closer. His hips move a little faster now, and progressively, your grunts of pain start to morph into small moans of pleasure.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight." He whines lowly.

As his thrusts become quicker, your eyes flutter shut when you feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. Both of your moans echo loudly throughout the room, harmonizing with the sound of his hips smacking the skin of your ass.

When you finally open your eyes, the tears that blurred your vision begin to clear, revealing a striking transformation. His once natural pinky-blue eyes now shimmer with a vibrant azure as if reflecting the ocean's depths. A glowing haze, the same captivating shade of blue, envelops his ears, subtly shaped to resemble delicate fins. Iridescent scales, similar to those of a fish, are scattered across his cheekbones, catching the light and creating a mesmerizing pattern.

"R-Raf?" You sound concerned at the sudden transformation and clench around him when those bright blue eyes lock onto yours.

"It's okay, darling," he reassures breathlessly and rests his forehead against yours. "The sea is accepting our bond."

Rafayel can't help but feel more lustful knowing the bond is being created and accepted. It ignites a primitive urge in him. His pace quickens again, and you feel the coil tighten in your tummy. A shuddering whine escapes you as you feel your impending orgasm about to crash down over you for the second time that night.

"Already, babygirl?" Rafayel teases when he feels your walls flutter around his cock.

His thrusts never cease, even when the blissful release finally overtakes your body. A tight-lipped squeal rings from you as your legs shake and tremble mid-air. Rafayel's moans start to shift into whimpers as he continues to pound into your dripping cunt.

"Rafayel!" You whimper out.

The overstimulating feeling quickly surges through your body, muscles tightening in response, and all you can focus on is his cock squelching in and out of your dripping hole.

Rafayel knows his thrusts are becoming too much; he can feel it by the way your nails dig into his shoulders as a warning, but he can't help it. The way your tight hole practically sucks him back every time he pulls out. "I-I'm almost-"

He can't think straight, and neither can you, so when you let out a loud cry- almost a scream- as your body writhes underneath his, he can feel himself coming undone. His hand tangles into your hair and draws your head closer to his chest while the other grips almost painfully at your hip.

His thrusts become sloppier as he draws nearer to his high.

The overstimulation quickly brings you to your third and final orgasm of the night. The knot in your lower tummy curls impossibly tight, and you try to pull away when your muscles tighten to the point where you feel like you're going to pee. Your hands settled onto his chest in an effort to push him away, but it was too late.

A flood of liquid squirts out of your cunt, painting your thighs and his abs with the glistening fluid. That's all it takes before a choked cry escapes him as he spills his hot cum into your tight cunt.

Your body falls limp to the bed, limbs sticky with sweat, and your chest heaving with sporadic breaths. Rafayel bottoms his cock into you once more before slowly pulling out, giving out a small whimper when your hole refuses to let go of him.

His arms shake as he hovers over you, lips trailing over your cheeks to kiss away any stray tears that have fallen.

"It's okay, it's okay," Rafayel coos, pulling you into his chest and cradling you in his arms. His eyes gradually returned to their natural, vibrant pink and blue hue. The iridescent scales that once captured the light began to fade, signifying the powerful completion of their bond.

The overwhelming feeling in your head fatigues you, and all you crave right now from Rafayel is comfort and cuddles. You sniffle as a small kiss is placed on your sticky forehead. "You did so good, my beautiful girl. I didn't even think you'd squirt for me during our first time."

Your brow furrows at his words, hazy eyes locking onto the cheeky smile he's trying so hard to hide.  

"Huh? Was that what that was...?"

Rafayel hums in response and brushes stray strands of hair away from your face. "It can happen when your body is too overstimulated."

Even after your orgasms subsided, you can't help but notice a slight but dull stinging sensation. Your eyes trail down to the mess between both of your bodies, and your eyes widen when you catch a bright crimson mixed with your cum.

"Oh my god, I'm bleeding." Your voice shakes as Rafayel looks down at the mess before he gets off the bed to grab a few towels.

One is placed underneath you while he uses the other to wipe the sticky juices off your trembling thighs. More tears start to line your eyes, the physical and emotional overstimulation finally taking its toll.

"What do I do? Do I need to go to the hospital?"

Rafayel grasps your shoulders in an attempt to calm you down. "No, this happens sometimes, cutie. You're gonna be just fine, okay? It's your hymen, it can tear sometimes from having sex for the first time."

"But... I didn't know this could happen. Why didn't anyone tell me?"

He lets out a small chuckle and pulls you into his arms again.

"Every woman is different, some tear, others don't."

A surge of embarrassment engulfs you, a stark contrast to the excitement you had anticipated for your first experience. The moment, intended to be memorable for its intimacy and excitement, has turned into a whirlwind of confusion, and you suddenly feel self-conscious.

As if sensing your humiliation, Rafayel grabs his silk robe from the floor and drapes it over your shoulders. "Please don't be embarrassed, cutie. It happens, and there's nothing to worry about."

Rafayel scoops you up into his arms and carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the sink, and the large bathtub starts to fill with warm water. His eyes settle on your down-casted gaze, and his hand grasps your chin so your sight meets his. "I can tell you're upset by this, but I need you to know you can trust me."

You let out a shaky chuckle, using the robe sleeve to rub your eyes. "I do trust you, but it's scary, though. I've never experienced any of this before, and I don't want you to laugh at me."

He lets out a scoff and playfully rolls his eyes dramatically. "Puh-lease, I'm not some immature teenager, cutie. Let's focus on cleaning you up, and we can talk more if you'd like. Is that okay?"

You nod, and he slips the robe off your shoulders and carefully picks you back up to place you in the steaming tub. The smell of eucalyptus wafts into your nose, and you hum contentedly as the warm water eases your sore muscles.

"Stay here, I'll be back in a few moments." He kisses your temple and leaves the bathroom to change the bedsheets.

You close your eyes and lean your head back against the rim, fighting the urge to fall asleep.

A few minutes later, Rafayel returns, and you sleepily open your eyes before reaching up to him and making grabby hands.

He lets out a small laugh and steps in behind you. The water sloshes as he settles in and pulls you back into his chest. Your eyes flutter shut at the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat and steady breathing.

Sweet sleep is interrupted once more when he taps your nose.

"Hm?"

"Look."

You crane your head to look at him and see his eyes locked onto his chest. Drifting your gaze down his neck and collarbone, they finally stop above his heart.

A bright red mark glows on his skin.

"That's our bond, my love."

[ashblooddragons]

Better Me For You

This request was made by an Anon

Summary: When Daemon decided to stay in Pentos he never expected to find live again. He only wanted to make his girls happy. But in the end he figures put how to do both.

Word Count: 5873

Warnings: Daemon being Daemon, pretty much pure fluff, slight angst but only at the beginning, memories of past loved ones, tell me if I missed anything

Driftmark 

Daemons pov

I lay in bed staring up at the ceiling thinking of all my mistakes. I mean Seven hells I fucked Rhaenyra on the beach the night of Laena’s funeral. And it was disappointing to say the least. 

It wasn't anything like I built it up in my head. It was the exact opposite. Seems having three sons by that giant of a man stretched her more than I thought it would. 

I stretch my arms out before resting them behind my head. The sound of waves crashing the shore reminds me where Laena is. That she's gone and all I could think about the night of her funeral was where I could put my cock the quickest. 

I truly am a monster of a man. I think with a long sigh. 

But just as I decide to turn on my side to let sleep take me does a quiet knock come to my door. 

“Kepa, can we stay with you?” I hear the tearful voice of Baela ask. 

I climb out of bed and walk towards the door. I hear their sniffles, more than likely a mix of their Mother’s death and the events of tonight. And when I open my door I'm greeted by my two little girls, my whole damn world and they have tear stained cheeks and red rimmed eyes as they cling to each other for dear life. 

“Come here.” I say holding my arms open for them. And without a thought they run towards me jumping into my arms. 

I start walking towards my bed kicking the door shut before dropping them on the bed and a little giggle falls from both their lips. But that only lasts all but a second before their solem looks return. 

I climb into bed, them both curling up beside me as if trying to have some semblance of their life before Laena’s death. 

“We want to say sorry to Prince Aemond. But I don't think he'll accept it.” Rhaena says before wiping her runny nose. 

“He probably won't, but it will help him in the long run.” I say knowing my girls didn't truly take part in maiming the boy. But they did start the argument and they feel awful that their grief disabled someone even if it was someone they don't know. 

“I just wanted a chance to claim Vhagar.” Rhaena sobs and I feel her hot tears against my chest. 

I stroke her locks and kiss her brow in hopes of calming the storm that has overtaken her little heart.

Always so sensitive to others emotions, so much like your Mother. I think with a sad smile knowing that it is a blessing and a curse for her. 

“I didn't expect Jace to pull the knife. I wanted to stop him, Kepa, I swear, but I was so scared he would turn it on me or Rhaena.” Baela says her own tears rolling down her cherub cheeks. 

Always the protector, so much like me. I think as I whisper how it wasn't their fault. That they didnt do anything wrong. But I know they won't care for my words. The guilt is too large and the grief too crushing. 

“I want to go home.” I hear Baela say next and I can't help but frown. 

“We are home, Westeros is our home.” I say a bit too sternly if their tensed shoulders are any indicator. 

“Westeros is your home. We don't know this place, we don't know these people.” Rhaena says and I can't help but agree. 

They have never met these people who mourn their Mother, never met these children that try and play with them and be friends. They have no ties here. 

And neither do I, not anymore. I think as my choice of my girls future starts to solidify. 

“Let me think on it, many people wish for us to stay. I don't wish to anger them, but I also don't want to tear your worlds apart more than the gods already have.” 

I feel them nod their heads and within a couple minutes I hear their soft snores fill the room. 

Unsurprisingly the next morning my brother wants to talk. 

“Have you thought about my proposal?” 

I don't respond, only look him up and down taking in his hobbled and run down state. 

There is truly nothing they can do, they can only make him comfortable. I think before clearing my throat. 

“I have, and I'm afraid I must decline. Though I miss home, I can't destroy my girl's lives more than the gods have.” 

He stops almost seeming caught off guard before a smile takes over his face. 

“I understand, please do come visit though. Perhaps even let Rhaena find another dragon egg or attempt to claim a beast.” 

All I do is nod before turning to look at my girls who to anyone else would seem to be talking to the young Prince Aemond. But I know what they are doing, they are apologizing with every fiber of their being in hopes of at least attempting to right their wrongs. 

“Mayhaps a betrothal is in our future. One of your girls with one of my sons?” Viserys suggested playfully nudging me with his elbow. 

“The only way I would agree is if one of my girls would be Queen.” I say turning to him and I see the way his eyes shine with understanding.

“The Prince Jace isn't yet betrothed.” He says but I scoff, turning on my heels to watch the waves my late wife used to call home one last time. 

I look down at the sea thinking of all the stories Laena told me of her childhood.

"When I was a little girl I loved collecting seashells by the shore. The waves lapping at my feet, the smell of salt filling my lungs, the sound of clanking from my little wicker basket from all the shells I had collected so far. It was my perfect day, I once asked my Father to let me do that for my Nameday. He let me, for a little bit before the feasts took place.” She says her fingers intertwined with mine as her head lays on my chest, wild curls even more rustled from a vigorous lay. 

“I was hoping to speak with you Uncle.” I hear Rhaenyra say from behind me. Her voice is set in that sultry whisper and hum that she used last night. I can't help the smirk of amusement that rises to my lips. 

It hardly worked last night, it most definitely won't work this morning. I think before schooling my face into cold indifference when she comes to stand next to me. 

She stares at me waiting for me to speak, but I won't. I have nothing to say to her, not anymore. 

“Laenor will be useless now that his sister is gone. Though he was before that as well.” She starts searching for any reaction but I know she will find none. “I need a husband who will defend me against the Greens. One that will be as fearsome as I.” 

I can't help but chuckle and from the smile she gives me I know she thinks I'm laughing at Laenor and not at the thought of her ever being fearsome. 

“And what does this have to do with me?” I ask but I already know, Rhaenyra never was good at being discreet whether with her actions or words. 

“Let us wed in the tradition of our house. Like Aegon the conqueror and his sister-wives.” 

I try to see if there is any jest in her tone but from her stern face I know she is being serious. And I can't help but laugh. 

“What? What is so funny?” She demands in that tone she always had had she doesn't get her way. 

Gods, she has three sons and yet still acts like a spoiled three year old. No wonder they thought an insult was reason enough to take another eye.  I think as I wipe a few stray tears. 

“No.” Is all I say and by her bewildered face I can tell she will want more. 

“What do you mean no?” 

I snicker before facing her fully with an amused grin. 

“No, I will not marry you. Because I do not want to. We fucked, Rhaenyra, nothing more nothing less. And if I'm honest, if you didn't throw yourself at me I probably would've just gone to a brothel.” 

I watch as her face turns red in fury. The way her hands clenched into fists until her knuckles are white. But I don't stop smirking at her in the most condescending way I can. 

“I thought you wanted me.” She hisses out tears rimming her eyes but not from heartache, pain, betrayal, or even sadness. These tears are pure rage. 

“I did, key word being did.” I say before saying the words that will bring the nail in the coffin. “I'm going back to Pentos. Don't come and visit, my girls are already afraid of your boys. I don't need your hellions invading the only place they've ever felt safe.” 

And with that I walk over to my girls who wait for me in their riding leathers. 

“Will Caraxes be able to fit all of us?” Rhaena asks concerned but not because she fears being cramped, but because she worries we will all be too heavy for the beast. 

“Yes, just because he isn't as large as Vhagar doesn't mean he can't handle me and two little rug rats for girls.” I say pretending to growl which makes them laugh.

And I can't help the heart ache at hearing it. They haven't let themselves laugh, truly laugh since their Mother passed. So hearing it now, it means all the world. 

“Alright, say goodbye to your grandparents. And don't worry they will visit soon, in a moon's turn I believe.” I say eyeing Lord Corlys and my raven haired cousin Rhaenys. 

“Yes, and I plan on bringing Meleys, perhaps you can fly with me and your Father. Perhaps a race?” 

I watch as their eyes sparkle with pure joy, and a soft, kind, even genuine smile rises to my lips. 

Pentos 

Your pov

I walk through the market eyeing the produce for dinner tonight. I may be a Lord's daughter but my Mother was low born. She had to cook for herself and she instilled this craft in me from a young age. 

“We may have wealth now, but it could all crumble away. And I will not have my little girl be helpless in a world where men thrive off of suffering.” She always says. 

I remember the first thing I cooked, or I should say baked. A blueberry pie, I was three Namedays old and all I wanted was a blueberry pie. So my Mother got the ingredients and had me and my Father in the kitchen with her as we baked them. My Father always messed his up, one was burned to the point there was no jam or sauce, and another was so raw the blueberries were still cold. Though he swears he had them in for the same amount of time. 

But Mother stood next to me, helping me mix the crust, her hands over mine as she helped push into the dough. She then helped me make the filling. Then we poured the blueberries into a warm post with a bit of lemon juice and water. And once everything was done and baked she pulled it and it was perfect. 

I remember thinking it was the best Nameday ever. And ever since we have always baked desserts as a family for my Nameday. And today will be no different, especially since I am now a woman grown. A woman of ten and eight ready to find a husband, is what I know my Father would say. 

“May I have a dozen red apples?” I ask the merchant who quickly nods before choosing the best options. 

I turn around looking at the other stalls deciding which to go to next. 

“I need cinnamon, maple syrup, and lemons.” I whisper to myself when excited chatter catches my attention. 

“Come on Rhaena, the sweets are this way!” I see a little girl with wild curls, soft brown skin, and violet eyes say to another girl who has many long and thin braids through her hair, the same skin tone, and instead of violet eyes she has a soft periwinkle almost pink. 

“I'm coming Baela! I just want to make sure Kepa can see us.” The other girl I assume is named Rhaena says as she picks up the skirt of her baby pink dress as she runs after her sister. 

I can't help but smile at their antics. I always wished for a younger sister but alas I am an only child. My parents didn't go into it much but from what I understand my Mother almost died birthing me, it was such a tragic birth the Maesters said she could never have more children. Now she drinks Moontea once a week. 

“Here you are, My Lady.” The merchant says holding out my crocheted bag now filled with apples. 

“Thank you, sir.” I say as I pay him before putting the bag into my large wicker basket. 

I then turn to watch the two girls buy their sweets, but instead of a smile coming to my face a look of horror does. I watch as a group of men eye the girls before looking back and forth to make sure no one is watching them. I start to move closer to the girls before I practically go into a sprint when I watch one start to move towards them. 

By some miracle I get to the girls before he does and I touch their shoulders saying. “There you two are, how are my favorite girls. Let's go find your Father, hmm?” 

The girls look up at me confused so I bend down to whisper in their ears. 

“There is a group of men behind me, they are from slavers bay. I swear I will jot leave your side until we find your parents.” 

They both look at each other wide eyed before looking behind me and I watch as fear takes over their faces when they see the group of men. 

“Alright, I was hoping to see Father anyways.” The one called Baela says as she holds my hand and makes sure Rhaena takes my other one. 

We quickly turn and start walking away from the men. I whisper to the girls not to look behind them. And thank the gods they listen. 

“What does your Father look like, or perhaps your Mother.” I say looking around for anyone who looks like them. 

“Muna's dead, the baby killed her.” Rhaena says with a sad look and I can't help the guilt that rises in me at opening an already painful wound.

“I'm terribly sorry.” I say as I run my hands down their heads as I look around for any man who seems to be searching for his children. 

“Kepa has light skin, it's not like ours or yours. It's almost like milk. His hair is silver, and his eyes are the color of lilacs.” Baela says as she searches for their Father as well. 

I nod my head remembering my Valyrian studies from when my Father was making trades with Volantis. He wanted at least one person in the house to sort of understand the language. 

“Then I suggest we look for a man who is pretty much the embodiment of the color white.” I say which makes them giggle. 

But just as quickly as I say my jest does a man call out for the girls names. 

“Baela! Rhaena!” I hear, someone can tell the man is in pure panic if only from his voice alone. 

Kepa!” The girls call out and within seconds a man matching their description pushes through two merchants and stares down at the girls. 

“I thought I told you to stay where I could see you.” He chastises as he kneels down and holds them close in a bone crushing hug. 

“We're sorry.” Rhaena says in a tearful voice. 

I can already tell she is a girl who feels her emotions and isn't ashamed of it. 

A good trait to have. I think with a smile. 

“This nice lady saved us. Bad men tried to steal us.” Baela says looking up at me. 

“Bad men? What?” The man asks as he stands up and eyes me. 

“Five men from slavers bay, I barely got to the girls in time.” I say as I eye the man. 

They never said he would be so attractive. I think fighting a blush that demands to rise to my cheeks. 

He has long white hair that reaches just past his shoulders. His eyes are the shade of lilacs so much so I swear the scent fills the market square. But what stands out is his strong build. His arms are strong yet lean, his chest clearly has been sculpted by the finest artists for I just know once he takes off his clothes it will be like looking at a god made flesh. 

But I quickly snap myself out of it when I see him smirk and hold his hand out in greeting. 

“Thank you, my lady, not many would look put for two rugrats like these two.” He says and I can't help but smile when the girls make noises of offense. 

“It is no problem. I know I would want someone to do it for me.” I say taking his hand in mine and I can't help but gasp at the Shockwave that goes through me. And from the way his eyes widened he felt it too. 

“Well I wish I could repay you, so name your price.” He says looking around the booths. 

I think for a moment before looking at the little girls who stare up at me as if I hold the moon and the stars in the palm of my hands. And I quickly know what I want in return for helping the girls. 

“Though I don't need anything for saving these sweet girls. I will ask that you join me tonight. Today is my nameday, I turn eight and ten. There will be a small feast and I would be overjoyed for you three to join.” I say and I already can tell they will be coming from how the girls gasp and turn around to beg their Father to say yes. 

“Alright, alright, calm yourselves.” He says to the girls who grin up at him with victorious gleams in their eyes. “We would love to.” He says with a smile. 

“Good, I'll give you the address, but I will need your names for the guest list.” I say eyeing the man hoping he doesn't have some horrible name like Earl. 

“Daemon, Daemon Targaryen.” He says and I freeze when I heat his name. 

Well at least it's a good name, but it's owned by a very feared man. I think before nodding. 

“Which makes you two, Baela Targaryen and Rhaena Targaryen.”  I smile when they both quickly nod their heads with such enthusiasm I swear they may snap. 

“Well I will see you tonight then.” I say turning and leaving to try and remember what exactly I came to the market for. 

I stand in front of my mirror. I don't think I've ever spent more time choosing a dress. In the end I chose a darling blue dress that has some silver embroidery. 

“I've never seen you so meticulous about a dress before.” I hear my Mother say from behind me. 

I turn to see her in all her stunning glory. Deep tan skin that is more like honey in color than my Father's olive tone. Her hair is loose dark brown curls that cascade down her back. And her eyes are that of emerald green.

When people hear my mother was a low born comman girl they are always shocked. Because for some reason the only beauties of the world can be of noble blood. 

“I invited someone, someone important. And I want to make a good impression.” I say as I look down at the two necklaces I'm stuck on. 

One is a pearl choker with a deep amethyst in the middle. And the other is a gold necklace with sapphires engraved into it. Both are lovely, but neither will impress a Prince. 

“I say the choker, it compliments your eyes best.” My Mother says as she reaches for it and gestures for me to lift my hair for her. “Who did you invite that could be so important?” She asks as she gently clips the necklace before stepping back to see her handy work. 

“Daemon, his name is Daemon Targaryen.” I say and I hear the gasp that leaves her lips. 

“And you only thought of telling me this now? Gods, I still have flour on me.” She scolds as she starts wiping at her face furiously. 

I can't help but smile at her antics. 

“You look perfect, Mother. Stop worrying.” 

She sighs at my words and holds my hands in hers with a smile etched into her face. 

“Well then we best get down there, don't want to leave a Prince waiting.” 

I can't help but laugh at her obvious jab. 

Maybe I should've said something sooner. I shouldn't have let my nerves get the best of me. I think as we walk down our winding staircase. 

I hear the chatter of men and the clank of wine glasses hitting another. I can already tell most of Father's friends have come. 

“Remember to smile, I know some are obnoxious but we need to make a good face.” Mother says before taking my hand and entering the ballroom. 

I force a smile on my lips as we pass some of the more…unsavory men in my Father's group. I see the way they look at me, with intent, with hunger, with desire. And that isn't what bothers me, I've had these looks thrown my way for years. It's the fact they don't even try to hide it as their wives have their arms wrapped around theirs. As their children beg for their attention. 

The ways of men truly are disgusting. I think as I hold my head high and make sure they don't see even a fraction of a reaction cross my features. 

“Ah, there are my darling girls!” Father says and I can't help but giggle at his unadulterated joy. 

He has never, not once, held back from showing the world how much he adores me and my Mother. He oftentimes will even brag to other men how we are his whole world. To say seeing the love he has for my Mother has made me have high standards in the eyes of nobility would be an understatement. But my Father has sworn to me I will not be wed off until I find a man who makes me feel safe, makes me feel adored, makes me feel loved !and who I love in return. 

“Here we are.” My Mother says in that soft lilting voice that she only ever has for my Father. I already know she is looking at him as if he is the very sun that warms her skin. 

My Father goes to speak when our announcer calls out. 

“Prince Daemon Targaryen, of house Targaryen, and his daughters Lady Baela Targaryen and Rhaena Targaryen.” 

Everyone freezes as we watch these gods made flesh walk into the room. And I don't blame them. 

Baela is wearing a deep rich navy blue dress that is covered in pearls, diamonds and gold embroidery. Even her hair has gems braided into her darling little bun. And Rhaena out did herself as well, wearing a magenta dress with gold embroidery of dragons and waves, and the sleeves and bodice of the dress are covered in pearls and diamonds. And her hair is still in those small braids all along her head, but now they have little gold clamps in place with rubies in the middle of each clip. 

But it is the Prince that holds my attention. In his black jerkin that seems to have scaled sewn into the shoulders and chest. And he wears a deep crimson linen undershirt that also holds golden dragon embroidery. And at his hip lays the famous blade called Dark Sister. 

I feel my heart skip a beat as I watch him look around the room in search of someone. No, not someone, he's in search of me. 

“M-My Prince, what brings you here?” My Father asks and before the Prince can answer my Mother gets on her tiptoes and whispers in my Father's ear what I had forgotten to inform them about. “I see.” He says, eyeing me in a playful glare before facing the Prince who has made his way towards us. 

“It seems in my daughter's excitement for her Nameday she forgot to inform us of your comings, My Prince.” 

I feel my heart beat rapidly, it almost feels like it's going burst from my chest. But I force myself to calm before anything truly happens. And to my relief the Prince chuckles. 

“No worries, My Lord. It was a last minute invitation.” He says, eyeing his daughters who excitedly whisper to the other as they look up at me. 

“Ah, well then I'm not too upset with her then.” Father says, giving me a playful wink as he nudges me with his elbow. 

I go to respond when I almost fall over by the two girls running towards me huddling my skirts. 

“Will you play with us?” They ask at the same time. 

I watch as their Father tries to reel them telling them I have many things to do, but instead of letting him ruin theirs or my own fun I look down and ruffle their hair. 

“Tag!” I say tapping Rhaena's nose before turning around and running off. I hear them yell how it isn't fair before I hear Baela groan and I already know Rhaena turned and tagged her. 

And for most of the night I spent laughing with these two little girls who followed me around as if I held the whole world in my palms. I don't know why they gravitated towards me so, but what I do know is I won't tell them not to. Not after they told their Mother had passed. 

But what I didn't see was the way their Father looked at me. Like I was a blessing from the gods sent to save him. If I saw that then I wouldn't have been as shocked when he started courting me a week later. 

It's been five moons since I met the Prince, and since then there is hardly a day we don't see each other. Whether it is a simple walk through the gardens or a dinner with the girls. I see him each and every day. 

And now isn't any different, I feel the cool breeze of the spring wind against my skin as we walk through his estates gardens. The scent of oak trees and roses fills my lungs. 

“So tell me, how did your parents meet?” He asks me and I hide my smirk when I catch him eyeing my cleavage. 

“She was the daughter of a sailor, she is from here, just like my Father. But they didn't meet until she was five and ten and he was seven and ten. His Father wished to use my Grandfather's ship for a trade deal. And well let's just say the rest just fell into place. That is at least the story they tell me.” I say with a smile. 

He hums nodding along with his own smirk. “They are a perfect pair. I don't think I've ever seen two people so devoted to the other since my Mother passed.” He says matter of factly, but I see the pained look in his eyes. The way they almost seem far off, like he is looking at something he desires most in the world but it's out of reach. 

“They are, many people think they are newly weds when they first meet them. But they are far from it, married twenty two years.” 

He looks at me and I can see something brewing in his mind. Though I don't say anything, if he wants to ask or tell me something he may in his own time. 

“Rhaena's dragon has yet to hatch.” He says abruptly. 

I look over at him in confusion, I never understood why it mattered to him so much. She is still young and can claim a dragon like he did but for some reason he needs this egg to hatch. 

“I am aware, she is quite saddened by it.” I answer in a tone that shows my confusion. 

He sighs, nodding his head. “I know, and it kills me every day that it doesn't hatch. It has yet to turn to stone but it just won't hatch?” He says in a confused tone his features morph into one's of pure frustration. 

I freeze looking at him fighting my anger. 

“I have noticed something, you spend quite a bit of time with Baela compared to Rhaena. I tried day and night to figure out why. But one day it hit me, you had brought me to watch her train with Moondancer.” I say in a calm tone that I know is more menacing than kind. 

“What are you on about?”

“That you avoid your daughter because she has no dragon. Something she has no control over. And if I am to continue to be courted by you, and possibly marry you. Then I need you to be better for those girls.” 

I watch as he freezes in shock, perhaps because no one has truly told him of his failings. Or perhaps it is because he hadn't realized that I had put thought into marriage with him. Either way he is wide eyed now and is opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. 

“The hour is late, My Prince, I will leave you to think about what we discussed.” I say before turning around and walking away towards my family's wheelhouse.

I didn't think he would truly put thought to them, that he would take action to be better. But the next day I was invited back to his estate, much to my shock. But instead of being greeted by him I stand alone in front of the dragonpit. 

I turn to look at the guard that guided me here. 

Surely he wouldn't jest? I think as I eye the stern-faced man. But just as quickly as the thought comes, does a loud screech reaches my ears. 

I instantly look up to find the Prince's dragon Caraxes flying towards me. He doesn't slow down which makes me wonder if he sees me until he dives to the left and lands with a loud slam that shakes the very earth. 

“That was amazing!” I hear and look up and see Rhaena grinning from ear to ear. 

She wastes no time climbing down and running towards me. 

“Did you see me? I got to use some commands!” She says hugging me around my middle. 

“I did, but I didn't realize that was you.” I say with a grin of my own. 

“She's a natural.” We hear and both look towards the Prince who smiles back at us. 

Rhaena giggles at the compliment before a frown comes to her face when her Father tells her to go inside. 

“Will you stay for dinner? We're having lamb roast.” She says with such pleading eyes that even if I wanted to say no I couldn't. 

“Of course I will, but I believe you should ask your Father that question.” I suggest but she only gives me a mischievous grin. 

“He does what he's told.” She says before skipping towards her guard who helps her into a wheelhouse. 

I look back at the Prince who has his head thrown back laughing. 

“She isn't usually so sassy, I guess flying boosted her confidence.” He says with a chuckle as he walks towards me. 

The smell of suffering and charred meat fills my nose. It is a smell I originally disliked, but now find comfort in. 

“Seems so.” I agree, waiting to see what he says next. 

He stops for a moment, as if thinking over his next words. And I allow him to do so. No point in pressuring him to speak when he isn't ready. 

Finally after what seems like an eternity he finally speaks. 

“You were right, I do neglect Rhaena. I don't mean to, but I think a part of me doesn't know how to. They are so young and pure, and I'm a villain. With Baela I have the chance to at least talk about dragons with her. But Rhaena…it's just different.” He says and I can see this took a lot of courage to admit. 

“You are not a villain, My Prince–” I say but he cuts me off. 

“Daemon, call me Daemon. No need for titles.” 

I freeze when he says this, for there is truly nothing reason to use his true name. Especially without the titles. 

I decide to nod and clear my throat trying to recoup myself. 

“You are not a villain, Daemon.” I say feeling the way his name leaves my lips. It feels like it always was supposed to be this way. 

“And how do you know that?” He retorts in an almost enraged tone. 

“Because name one villain who would try to be a better person just to see their daughter smile? Name one villain who would go to a girl's nameday party after only just meeting her. Name a villain who has chosen their children over their own lusts and desires?” With each sentence I step towards him until our chests are only a breath apart. 

“You don't know all the things I have done.” He breathes out as if truly saying it will make me demand to know. 

“I'm sure I don't, but I would love to. And even then, I will tell you that you are not a villain.” I whisper back as I look into his deep lilac eyes. 

And within seconds his hands reach to hold my face in his soft yet firm grip as he devours my lips. 

I can't help but whimper when his tongue slips into my mouth. The taste of bitter wine fills my pallet. 

“Marry me.” He whispers between kisses. “I swear I'll be a better man, a better Father to the girls, a better me for you.” 

I am stunned by his words. I want to respond, need to. But the words escape me. So instead I kiss him as fiercely as I can, pouring all my hopes, dreams, wants, and desires into it. 

“Yes.” Is all I whisper before kissing him again. 

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[solarhysm]

DUST OF US #DRABBLE - YOUR FIRST TIME

> synopsis: 7 years ago Y/N broke Jungkook’s heart when she decided to end their relationship without an explanation. When they meet again at a friend's wedding, after almost a decade, Jungkook needs answers to move on.

> pairing: Jungkook x reader

> genre: romance, ex to lovers au

> warnings: explicit languages, violence, smut, cheating, nsfw, angst, +18 minors dni !!

> word count: 2.2k

MAIN STORY HERE.

*french writer, i apologize in advance for my awful english!

AGE: 18 years old

“I’m nervous,” Jungkook says, sitting next to you in the hotel room.

You couldn't do it at your place because your father was too noisy and loved to tease Jungkook about how he wouldn't touch you until his 50s. He allows Jungkook to stay overnight occasionally, but he keeps the bedroom door open to ensure he doesn't touch you.

You couldn’t do it neither at his, his parents always opened the door without knocking. You didn't want them to catch you naked with Jungkook on top of you. So, you paid for a cheap hotel room.

“I’m nervous too,” you reply, looking at the wall in front of both of you.

“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” Jungkook suggests, his fists still on his knees. “We can just… watch TV and order something to eat.”

“I shaved myself, Jungkook. And we paid to be here. So, believe me, we’re going to pop that damn cherry today.” You almost scold him, earning a soft chuckle from your boyfriend.

“So romantic,” he comments. You push his shoulder, smiling. You take a deep breath and turn to him, wetting your lips before looking at his.

“We should… kiss. To test the water, you know?” You tilt your head as he glances at you, amused.

“We have already kissed a thousand times,” he replies, as if it was obvious. “How will it help to test the water?”

“Oh my god, Kook. You have a way to get a girl dry, I swear.” You groan, falling back in bed, your eyes still on the ceiling.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m nervous.” He sighs, lying next to you, propped on his elbow as he admires you. “You’re beautiful.”

“I know why you’re a virgin now.” You joke, making him gasp dramatically.

“Says the girl who has never kissed anyone before me.”

“Jimin doesn’t count as your first kiss.” You bite back playfully as you roll on your side to face him.

“At least he’s a better kisser than you,” he replies in the same tone as you shake your head, amused.

“Maybe you should do your first time with him, then,” you muse, leaning closer as his eyes drift from your eyes to your lips.

“Maybe…” He whispers brushing his nose to yours, “But I’m dating you.”

“You have my blessing with him.” you add, feeling his breath on your lips as your mouth ghost his.

“How thoughtful of you.” He murmurs, closing the distance between your faces to kiss you. “But you’re prettier than that smelly thing.” He jokes as he cups your face with his hand, pressing his mouth to yours. You respond eagerly, rolling on top of him.

The kiss grows hotter and sloppier. He then trails his nose along your jaw, making you gasp and gulp. As your fingers disappear in his hair, you let out a slight moan when he nips the sensitive skin of your throat. You squirm a little as his cold fingers slide under your shirt.

“Shit, sorry,” He whispers against your collarbone as you shake your head.

“I don’t care, don’t stop,” You mumble, seeking another hungry kiss from his lips. He moans against your mouth, flips your position so he’s on top, and cups your breast with his hand, his thumb rubbing your nipple. “Fuck,” You curse, helping him to get rid of his shirt while he begins to grind his hips against you.

“Can I… take your shirt off too?” He asks shyly as you chuckle and nod, sitting up to get rid of your own shirt and bra under his burning gaze.

“What?” You frown, quickly covering your breasts with your hands as he sits back on his knees.

“No, no, don’t hide them,” He reassures you, his fingers wrapping around your wrists before he pulls your palm to his lips and kisses the inside of your hand. “You’re beautiful,” He whispers, closing the distance between your lips.

“One is bigger than the other,” You comment against his lips as he rolls his eyes, nuzzling his nose against yours.

“I don’t care, Y/N,” He smiles, kissing the tip of your nose. “Do you think my balls are the same exact size?” Jungkook jokes, which he knows will help you relax.

“I guess I’ll find out today,” You reply, earning a chuckle from him as he settles back onto his knees. His fingers trace a path from your collarbone to the swell of your breast, making you shiver. Then, he leans down to brush his lips against your hard nipple.

“Tell me if you’re uncomfortable,” He murmurs, testing the water with a gentle, kitten-like lick on your pebbled peak. When Jungkook doesn't hear a complaint from you, he wraps his lips around your nipple and sucks, causing an uncontrolled moan to escape your lips as he freezes.

“Fuck, no, don’t stop,” you quickly say before he continues his ministration, giving attention to the other bud too.

“How does it feel?” He asks, the blood rising to your cheeks as you stammer out a coherent sentence.

“Go-good.” Jungkook smirks as his nose trails on your stomach, his fingers already unzipping your jeans. Your eyes widen when you feel his breath on your panties once your pants hit the floor.

“What are you doing?” You frown, closing your legs in embarrassment, and Jungkook suddenly feels stupid.

“I-Hm… I thought you…” He starts, swallowing as he sits back, “I wanted to make you feel good?”

 “Do you know how to do it?” You ask sitting up.

“No?” He retorts, as it was obvious. He never had sex before. “But I watched a lot of porn so…I… You- Y/N, I want to eat you out. But if you’re uncomfortable, I won’t.” As you nod, biting your lower lip, he becomes more serious and says, “It’s okay,” cupping your face as he shakes his head. “We’ll walk at your pace, okay?”

“Okay,” You hum, pressing your forehead to his. He smiles, kisses your forehead, and then takes off his pants, aware that you've noticed you're the only one half-naked.

“Do you want to go slower?” He suggests, his hand gently rubbing your arm in a gentle, affectionate gesture. “I can let you choose what to do.”

“I want to touch you,” You whisper, placing both hands on his knees. Jungkook smiles, finding you adorable as he pulls you closer, your face buried in his neck. As you slowly relax in his arms, you pull back slightly, your breath grazing his skin as you trail your nose along his jaw. Your hand caresses his torso and moves down to his stomach, making his breath tremble. “Will you feel more comfortable if… we got naked at the same time?” You ask, lifting your eyes to his.

He swallows hardly and nods. You moistened your lips, then pulled your underwear down with your thumbs on either side of your waistband. The situation was awkward and weird, but you blamed it on the fact that it was your first time. He follows every one of your movements before exhaling and doing the same.

Your eyes widen slightly as his cock bounces back onto his stomach, straightening up proudly. How will that thing fit inside you? He said it was an average size, and you have no experience to compare but you know that even two fingers of yours don’t fit inside you.

“Are you… wet?” He asks, looking down at you with curiosity. It was his first time too. How can boys know when a girl is excited too?

“I am,” You nod, take a deep breath, and then, with some shyness, guide his fingers between your legs by grabbing his left wrist. The last thing you want is your boyfriend thinking that he doesn’t turn you on. When his fingers meet your wet core, his cock twitches against his stomach, and he unconsciously curls them to explore.

“I… fuck.” He gulps as you feel more relaxed and help him to get more comfortable by showing him what you like, both of you still sitting on your knees facing each other.

“Can I?” you ask, pointing to his length with your chin as your hand leaves his on your core. Jungkook nods, two of his fingers trailing down your folds as you wrap your fingers around his cock. It was… weird. It is warm. Softer than you thought. You slowly start to stroke him, unsure of the right pressure to apply.

“Let me help,” He whispers, wrapping his fingers around yours as applying a good pressure and rhythm. “Fuck, yes, like that.” He moans, his fingers rubbing circles around your clit.

“Oh fuck,” You whimper, clenching around nothing as his eyes, full of desire, find yours. You lean in to kiss him. He responds hungrily, his tongue slipping into your mouth. A soft moan escapes your lips as he pushes a finger inside of you. You never enjoyed fingering yourself, but there was something arousing about Jungkook doing it.

“You’re so warm,” He mumbles against your lips, and you chuckle, knowing that it's just the words of a horny teenager.

“It would be weird if I was cold inside,” You reply sarcastically.

“Alright, smartass,” He rolls his eyes, amused, and adds another finger, making you clench around it. “Fuck, Y/N, warn me when you do something like that. I almost cum.”

“You didn’t warn me that you’ll add another finger,” You retort as he shakes his head, pumping his fingers inside of you while pushing away your hand from his cock, pinning it next to your body when he lays you on the bed.

“You turn me on so bad,” He whispers, peppering your neck with kisses. “I want to fuck you.”

It was bold of him, but your body react positively at his dirty talk because you clench again and arch your back for his fingers to get deeper. You know that feeling in your stomach. You were close to orgasm. You exhale, push his fingers away, and instantly feel empty without his touch, which causes him to frown. Reaching for the box of condoms on the night table, you take one out and give it to him. 

“Are you sure?” He asks, once the condom is rolled onto his hard length, positioning himself between your legs. “Once I’m in… you won’t be a virgin anymore.”

“Did you think that I’m naked in that bed to play the scrabbles?” You groan, making him chuckle.

“Alright, alright,” He laughs and guides the tip of his cock against your entrance as you share a look. “I’m getting in,” He informs you, and you nod, your hand resting on his free arm beside your body.

 “I’m ready.” You bite your bottom lip, and that's all the cue he needs; he slowly sinks inside you, his eyes scrutinizing every one of your features as his tip stretches you out, causing you to grimace. He stops immediately and waits for you to get used to this foreign intrusion.

It burns, you won’t lie and all you want is to push him away from you. But at the same time, all you could think about was having him fully inside you. “More.” You could only mumble as his features contorted at the sight of you in pain. However, he listened and sank a few more inches.

“Are you okay?” he asks worriedly, but you nod, and he takes a deep breath, gesturing for him to go deeper, then pushes himself further into you. He can feel your body clenching and unclenching around him until his body is pressed against yours. He leans in to caress your face, peppering it with comforting kisses to ease the pain.

“I am,” You nod with a slight smile, guiding his lips to yours. “You can move.”

Jungkook starts to roll his hips against yours, his eyes fixed on yours. You breath the same air as he smiles at you, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against yours. It didn’t take long before he went faster, building your own orgasm now that the pain was gone.

“Fuck,” He groans, closing his eyes as if trying to concentrate, with one hand on your hip. You start to feel the pleasure you only read about in books, and God… it’s so much better.

Jungkook buries his face in the crook of your neck, brushing his nose against your skin. The only sounds filling the room were the slap of the skin-to-skin and the soft moans and breathing coming from both of you.

“Shit, Kook,” you say, digging your nails into the muscles of his back and clinging to him. “I-“ you start, but Jungkook freezes, his body twitching and spasming before he collapses on top of you, breathing heavily. It takes you several seconds to realize he just had an orgasm. He pants softly into your neck, as if he had just run a marathon, before kissing your neck and jaw.

“That was… wow.”  he rolls next to you. You suddenly feel empty, your body having grown accustomed to his presence, the tension dissipating from your nonexistent orgasm. You stare at the ceiling. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He asks as you shake your head. “Okay… I’m sorry. I know I didn’t last thirty seconds, but - Fuck,” he grins, rolling onto his side as you do the same, smiling at him, your fingers tracing his features. “I'll do better next time. I mean- if you want a next time?”

“I do.”

“Cool, cool.” He chuckles nervously before pecking your lips. “I love you. That was amazing.”

You nod, smiling, as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his chest.

“Did you come?” He questions you with his biggest doe-eyes, and you didn't have the heart to break his current mood; you know how Jungkook is - instead of enjoying this moment, he'll try to fix what went wrong. So, you lie.

“Yes.”

DUST OF US MASTERLIST.

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[wileys-russo]

manchester is saved II m.earps x reader

manchester is saved II m.earps x reader

"mumma!" you looked up from your phone, pocketing the device with a wide smile watching your almost six year old son sprint toward you, backpack comically almost as big as he was.

"well hello! someone's had a good day then hm?" you laughed at the huge grin on his face as he waved goodbye to his friends, you sending a smile to some of their parents you knew quite well.

"the best day!" mason beamed, and you couldn't help but melt at how much he looked like your wife when he did so. he had your eyes and the same dirty blonde hair that ran deep in your genes, but his sloped nose, rambunctious laugh and cheeky smile was exactly alike your wife.

"well don't hold out on me, tell me all about it." you demanded as you took his bag from him and he grabbed your hand, swinging it to and fro as the two of you began to walk home, not living very far from the school both you and mary took turns walking him to and from each day.

he began to happily ramble on and on about his day, which you knew he would enjoy given the fact they'd run a sports camp for the kindergarten class for half the day, you having give him very very strict instructions not to lose the permission slip you'd tucked away securely into his bag last week.

"then we have sports day next week! are you and mama coming?" he asked hopefully, looking up at you as you affectionately ran a hand through his shaggy blonde hair, moving it out of his eyes. "of course my love, we'll both be there." you promised as he cheered happily, hugging your leg.

"oh! can i go get mama some flowers?" he gasped, seeing a few wild daises growing in a clump on the nature strip, sprinting off after you nodded. you leaned against the front gate of your house with his backpack in hand, watching on carefully as the five year old squatted down.

you couldn't help but laugh quietly to yourself at the way his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth, eyebrows knitted into a frown exactly mirroring mary's own concentrating face as his eyes wandered the clumps of flowers in front of him.

you and your wife were both fiercely protective over the boy ever since he'd blessed the two of you coming into the world. you'd tried IVF three times until finally on what you'd both agreed would be the final run you'd fallen pregnant.

it wasn't an easy birth with mason coming out feet first, and a grueling ten hour labour had you demanding any and all drugs they'd give you, snapping your wifes head off anytime her lips curled up in amusement, cursing her out over and over as you'd almost broken her hand squeezing it so hard.

but you'd done it and the moment you both laid eyes on him felt a surge of love different to anything you'd experienced before, and in that moment you and your wife made a silent promise that no matter what you would never let a soul harm so much as a hair on his head.

though mary had always been the more over protective out of the two of you, especially since mason had always been quite soft spoken and sensitive, taking after you in that sense.

he was a perfectly happy child, always with a beaming smile on his face and refusing to let either of you cut his hair meaning it hung down just past his shoulder blades, often tied back into a loose bun to keep it out of his eyes.

but as much as he loved to run around and climb trees, scraping his knees and coming home covered in dirt or leaves, he also found immense joy in letting you paint his nails, or allowing one of his aunties to braid his hair, and you and mary made no move to discourage any of it.

though you did have to step in when he decided he wanted to wear his underwear outside of his clothes to his school one day and you'd made him change. taking the bad cop role that day your heart broke as afterwards he ran crying to mary, the older girl sending you an empathetic smile as she rocked him back and forth.

but his soft and caring nature had meant once he was old enough to talk mary had made sure to constantly affirm and build up his own self confidence, making sure he knew how to stand up for himself despite your fussing that he would be fine, your wife forever worried he would be picked on for being that little bit different.

the goal keeper was a nervous wreck his first day of school, overthinking every little possibility that something would happen. you did everything in your power to try and assure her that though he took after you he was still her son, and had her same hard headed determination to any task he set his mind to.

to your collective relief even if more shy in nature, school brought him further out of his shell, turning him into quite the little social butterfly, you and mary needing to get him his own calendar for the fridge to keep track of the multitude of birthday parties, play dates and outings he was invited on.

"come on mase!" you called out, shaking your head with a smile as he struggled to choose which flowers to pick, the boy glancing over to you and sending a thumbs up, quickly pulling out a small handful. you laughed as he also grabbed a fistful of weeds, tucking them in with his little bouquet and racing back over to you.

"i couldn't choose what ones, didn't want to hurt the other flowers feelings." he huffed as you smiled, opening the gate as he ran past you and up the driveway. "careful please!" you warned as he took the front steps two at a time, your breath catching as he stumbled but fixed his footing, waiting for you patiently by the front door.

"bang your shoes please babe." you nodded as he stomped his feet, shaking off the excess dirt and you unlocked the door. you took the flowers from him and hung his bag up as he sat down on the floor and pulled his shoes off.

mary's car not yet in the driveway you knew she wasn't home, much to masons disappointment as he ran a lap of the house calling out for her until you reminded on tuesdays and thursdays she arrived home after he did, the boy nodding with a sigh.

knowing the way to his heart was the same as your wife you proposed some food, tilting his head back and kissing his forehead as he sat at the table and you placed a colouring book in front of him.

placing his flowers in a cup of water you busied yourself making him a sandwich, waiting patiently as he ticked over and over trying to decide what he wanted. "half and half? mama can have the same when she gets home." you offered as he nodded happily, attention dropping back down to his colouring.

making two sandwiches, one ham and cheese and the other with turkey you cut them in half, placing two halves aside for your wife. "bbq or prawn cocktail?" you asked holding up two packets of crisps, your son pointing to those in your left hand.

placing a handful onto his plate alongside some cut up strawberries you put everything away, mason asking if he could watch some tv as you nodded, helping him down and following after him. setting his plate down on the coffee table you clicked onto his favourite show and left him to it.

you glanced to the time with a slight frown, mary normally home no later than four. with a shrug you helped yourself to the sandwich you'd made her, placing away everything you'd used as you heard her keys in the front door.

"only me!" she yelled out letting herself in, a thump telling you she'd dropped her kit bag by the door making you roll your eyes at the small habit you were constantly telling her off for. "in here!" you called back, mason's head shooting up as he hurried to his feet.

"you're home!" he launched at mary the moment she rounded the corner, the tall girl grunting as his body rammed into her legs and she stumbled for a moment before catching her balance. "hello handsome, i missed ya!" mary grinned, pulling him up into her arms and kissing all over his face as he whined and tried to push her off.

"yeah she's gross isn't she mase." you teased sticking your tongue out making him giggle as your wife let him down and he raced back off to finish his show. "forever the charmer aren't you darling." mary rolled her eyes playfully, moving to press your body against the fridge, just out of sight of your son.

"stuck with me now." you grinned holding up your wedding ring as your wife pulled you into a kiss, mumbling that was exactly how she wanted it. "you're home late?" you questioned as she let you go, pecking your lips a few more times and pushing off of you.

"had to drop tooney home her car shit itself again!" mary rolled her eyes as you smacked her shoulder and nodded to the five year old within earshot. "sorry gorgeous." the girl smiled guiltily, you forever warning her about her language in front of mason, who was in the phase of repeating everything and anything.

you'd both found that out the hard way the other morning.

"good morning beautiful." your wife had sauntered into the kitchen, playfully smacking your bum as she breezed past you toward the coffee machine. "watch it earps." you'd warned playfully, flipping over the pancakes as she stuck her tongue out at you.

"good girl mumma!" your head snapped down toward your son who now stood beside you, looking up at you with his disheveled bed hair and a smile, hugging your leg.

"what did you just say love?" mary frowned as he climbed up to sit at the table across from her. "good girl! mummas a good girl." he repeated making your eyes widen as they locked with marys, which only twinkled with slight amusement.

"why do you say that mase?" mary asked, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to de-tangle it. "you said it mama, heard you this morning when you and mumma were wrestling." he chirped, busying himself playing with one of his toy cars, driving it along the table and making noises with his mouth as you choked on air in surprise at his words.

"i'm going to kill you." you mouthed seriously toward the smirking older girl, who'd been insistent your son wasn't awake when she'd had her way with you this morning, far too eager to get up and lock the door despite your worries.

dumping masons pancakes onto a plate you moved to place them in front of him once you'd cut them up, gently removing the toy car from his hand and giving him a fork.

"thanks sexy!" the boy grinned, repeating marys exact words she'd just spoke as you handed her her coffee a few seconds prior. "mase no, thats an adult word okay? you do not say whatever mama says." you'd warned sternly as he'd only shrugged, too busy devouring his pancakes.

safe to say you and mary hadn't wrestled for quite a while after that, much to her utter displeasure.

"oh thank you." you smiled as your son ran into the kitchen and handed you his now empty plate which you stacked in the dishwasher. "mama! those are for you, i picked them." he beamed pointing to the daises on the counter, marys entire face melting.

"oh mase, baby they're beautiful. thank you!" mary grinned, affectionately touching the flowers before bending down to wrap him in a tight hug. "tell mama about your day mase!" you nodded encouragingly as mary picked him up and sat him up on the counter.

he gestured his hands around wildly as he spoke making you smile as you watched on, mary over-acting her facial expressions to make sure he knew she was just as engaged in his story telling, taking a quick photo with your phone and tucking it back your pocket.

you stepped out of the room for a moment, retreating to your bedroom and changing, taking off your bra and sighing in relief as you swapped from jeans into a pair of joggers, tugging one of your wifes england hoodies on over the top.

though as you returned to the kitchen it seemed your timing was somewhat perfect to hear the one sentence you never thought you'd hear uttered in the earps household.

"and i was striker! and i'm gonna be striker on wednesday for sports day." mason beamed as you stopped in your tracks, watching marys face fall for a moment before she slapped a fake smile on, nodding through the pain in her eyes.

"hey mase? can you go and tidy up your toys on the floor of your room please." you called out, your son nodding as mary helped him down, slumping against the counter as he disappeared and you checked he was out of earshot.

"oh my love." you held back the urge to smile, opening your arms as the taller girl collapsed into them, chin resting on your shoulder as she let out a deep and troubled sigh. "a fucking striker. my own son!"

"mary." you warned, rubbing her back and feeling her huff. "there is goal keeping trophies, gears, posters, all around this house! and now he wants to be a fucking striker." mary unwrapped herself from you, pulling herself to sit up on the counter with a scowl.

"at least he wants to play?" you tried, moving to stand between her legs with your hands resting on her knees. "i'd rather he not play than be a bloody striker! no son of mine isn't going to follow in his mothers footsteps." mary shook her head firmly, a smile curling onto your lips.

"baby you can't force him to be a goal keeper." you laughed as she only scoffed. "i can and i will! just you watch." mary challenged, pushing you away with her foot and jumping down, calling out for mason.

"mary alexandra earps, you leave him be." you warned, your wife waving you off as your son appeared. "shall we go to the park and kick a football?" mary offered, mason nodding happily before he ran off to grab his shoes at her request.

"you are unbelievable."

~

you sat on a picnic blanket watching on with your arms crossed as your wife tried any and every way she could to sway masons mind.

"isn't this more fun?" mary cheered as she softly kicked the ball toward mason, makeshift goal set up using a few sticks to mark the posts as he shook his head, refusing to even move and try to stop it as it rolled past him.

"i wanna kick it!" he huffed, stamping his feet and flaring his nostrils, alerting you he was dangerously close to a meltdown. "mary!" you called out, raising your eyebrows as she waved you off.

"you do kick it! but only if you stop it, like i showed you before. try again!" she raced over to grab the ball, pausing to re-tie masons hair which had slipped out of the loose bun it was tied back into given the amount of times he'd furiously shaken his head at her.

you sighed with a shake of your own head, flopping down onto your back and closing your eyes, the warm rays of an impending sunset bathing your face. "yeah! like that." mary cheered as mason stopped the ball, but not before he kicked it hard as he could in the other direction and raced over toward you.

you grunted as he landed on top of you, tucking his head into your neck. "mama won't let me kick." he mumbled as you moved a hand to rub his back, sitting up and shooting your wife a stern look as she huffed and kicked at the ground like a scolded child.

"okay, sit up for me please mase." you gently pulled him away from you, setting him down to sit in your lap as he looked up at you with a frown. "don't do that, if the wind changes your face gets stuck like that forever!" you teased, smoothing out his eyebrows with your thumbs.

"can you do something for me?" he nodded at your words and you glanced over his shoulder to see mary lost in thought, staring away into the distance with a troubled look on her face. "you know how we go and watch mama play football yeah? in the big stadiums." he nodded again.

"well mama is a goal keeper. so strikers are like her bad guy, like how all superheros have a villian." you started. "like batman and riddler?" you now nodded at your sons words.

"but only when she's playing! its like pretend, all a big game. like when aunty lessi kicks the ball at mama and tries to get it in the goal? mama and aunty lessi are still best friends after the game right?" he nodded again.

"so why don't you ask mama if she'll take turns with you? you be the striker and then it's her turn, but you can't let her score when she's striker! otherwise the bad guys win." you smirked, tickling at his sides as he giggled but nodded, jumping off and running back toward mary.

you watched on as mary squatted down beside your son, holding his hands as the boy did his best to recount what you'd just told him, the smile returning to her face as she nodded happily at his words.

you knew this was only the start of a very long battle, knowing your wife well enough that this was only a band aid solution to the inevitability she would do anything in her power to have mason earps be the next big goal keeping name.

you laid back down in the sun grabbing your wifes sunglasses where they sat on the ground and slipping them on, the sounds of your families laughter causing a soft smile to curl onto your lips.

however your lack of watching had meant you'd missed mary call over your son and whisper something in his ear, the two of them growing bored of football and advancing toward you. "get her!" your eyes shot open at that as you pushed the sunglasses up onto your head just in time to see mason jump on top of you, mary following suit.

"no! no no no please." you begged as both your wife and sons fingers jabbed into your sides, your body thrashing as mary held you down with a grin, your laughter filling the air as masons own little giggles joined in.

"manchester is saved mase, bad guy defeated!" mary high fived the blonde as the two of them finally ceased their attack, mason running off to kick the ball as you struggled to catch your breath.

"never gets old." mary grinned cheekily, hovering over you and sweetly pecking your lips a few times as you shook your head and flipped her off, still trying to recover.

"just you wait till i call less and let her know her godsons choosing to follow in her footsteps instead of his own mothers!" you teased once you could speak again. "don't you dare." mary warned as she sat beside you, a beat of silence falling between you before you grabbed your phone and jumped to your feet.

"traitor! get her mason!" mary yelled after you as your son dropped the football in his hands and chased after you with a grin, mary quickly packing everything up into a bag.

"mama!" she glanced up as mason gestured toward you as you darted past her, mary easily grabbing you by the waist and tossing you over her shoulder.

"mary!" you laughed, smacking her back as she slung the bag over her free shoulder, taking masons hand as you shook your head, accepting the fact you were being carried home.

"manchester is saved once again!"

[sickskz]

hello! i was curious as to what your skz member emeto headcanons are??

Oh my god, this woke up something in me mrhsbshden thank you for this!!!!

As I started writing, new ideas just kept coming - so this is a little all over the place 😂 I’m posting it now but I’m definitely going to have to come back and edit/add more 🤭 some of this is so random too- but I just feel it fits!

SKZ emeto/sick hcs:

Bang Chan:

- Definietly tries to go through it alone.

- His tummy is sOOO loud, gurgles and squeaks all over the place.

- Obviously, spicy food fucks him up. It’s even worse coming back up.

- “Oh, I’m- HRRRUGGHH- I’m fine 😊”

- Sometimes a quiet puker and sometimes a loud puker, it really depends.

- He groans, sighs and whimpers a lot when he’s really nauseated.

- Good at pretending he isn’t sick (confirmed by the members)

- However, if he’s got a really crampy stomach, his facial expressions may give him away..

- He also sweats a lot when he’s nauseous.

- Often gets reflux into his nose and it only makes him feel more sick. Plus, It burrnsss.

- Doesn’t want the others to worry, but he greatly appreciates their concern and accepts their coddling gratefully. He thinks they’re sweet.

Lee Know:

- Sucks at warning someone before he pukes…

- Gets cranky and quiet when he’s unwell and nauseous.

- Stares off a lot, but he already does that in general- so it’s hard to tell the difference.

- Has indeed worked himself to the point of puking from exertion before.

- This dude can walk, albeit pale, totally nonchalantly to the side of the road and ‘casually’ throw up like crazy before returning back to pretend like nothing happened. + might just hit them with a thumbs up to show he’s okay while the others look on, absolutely mortified by his indifference.

Changbin:

- Where tf his gag reflex at?

- Doesn’t throw up easily, which is both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes the nausea has him drenched in sweat and writhing in pain, but his body just won’t let it happen :(

- Might sit on the bathroom floor for the longest of times, blanket around him shoulders as he breathes shakily through the nausea.

- Definitely doesn’t mind having some company once in a while, it’s nice to have a lap to rest his head on.

- pretty pouty and sulky when he’s in pain.

- Has been so nauseous and desperate before that one of the members had to ‘help him out’ by pushing on his stomach or gagging him to help him get relief.

- Surprisingly not as loud a puker as you would’ve assumed. Generally louder at all times except for when he’s not puking.

- When he finally pukes it’s more the “Hhrup—“ followed by powerful waves of vomit gushing out of him, not giving him a break until he’s finished, left coughing and panting.

Hyunjin:

- You can, as with a lot of other things, usually tell how he’s feeling by his facial expressions long before he says anything.

- “I’m literally dying over here and you’re going to get boba? Just tell me you hate me and leave me to suffer”

- Sensitive gag reflex. 10x worse when he’s actually sick.

- Sensitive stomach too. Tends to disagree with new foods.

- Gets really emotional when he’s sick, lips wobbling and eyes glistening with tears.

- Loud puker, deep, heart-wrenching heaves that makes anyone cringe in sympathy.

- Dry heaves a lot even though he’s all empty, usually struggling to calm his body down. Someone rubbing his back and muttering some sweet words usually helps.

- Prefers having a bucket or something while being comfortable in bed or on the couch, rather than throwing up in the toilet and sitting on the floor.

- Soaked in sweat, literally lays in a pool of it. It’s like he’s melting away.

- Gets motion sick and tends to forget his medication (so the others usually makes sure he gets them).

Han:

- Hates being alone when he’s sick. Can’t stand it.

- Clutches onto whatever he can for dear life, the toilet rim, another person, his clothes, anything.

- Struggles to catch his breath in between gags, which only makes him dizzy and even sicker.

- Seeks out any comfort he can get, leaning against someone, loves when they rub his back, brush his hair back, etc.

- Whiny </3 Complains a lot about feeling sick until the nausea actually reaches the ‘I’m gonna puke’ phase. Then, he goes quiet- a telltale sign of what’s about to go down..

- Covers his mouth with a shaky hand while the other clutches his stomach, staggering on his feet as he hurries to the bathroom.

- Throws up a lot, often many times in a row when he’s sick. May as well just camp out in the bathroom until it passes.

- Gets really bad stomach pain and cramps.

- Also loooud gurgly belly

- Curls up into a ball of pity, all pouty and pale to the point of actually looking green.

- Holds his stomach a lot, hugging onto himself and rubbing his sour belly 24/7. Not opposed to letting someone else give him a tummy rub either.

- Give him cuddles, please. Any kind +++

- Often finds himself wanting sweets to comfort himself, but it comes right back up again and then he sulks about it.

- Also tends to get an upset stomach from stress and anxiety, but it’s only made him throw up a couple of times.

Felix:

- Is one of the members who actually seeks out one of the others and tell them if he’s feeling sick rather than stay quiet

- Really quiet and weak after throwing up, sluggishly clinging onto whoever he can reach

- Generally pretty clingy when he feels sick, he needs so have someone close to cuddle up against for comfort

- Often ties his hair back if he’s nauseous, prepared for what’s to come

- Also tends to get very emotional, sentimental even, especially if he has a fever. The smallest of things tip him over and it’s heartbreaking

- Crying makes him nauseous again though, so it’s a vicious cycle

- Coughs and splutters more than he heaves and gag, it that makes sense? Tends to choke too

- Low rumbly burps and belches

- Nauseous hiccups <3

- Super shaky, his legs are literally jelly. Might need a piggyback ride to his room or smth

- Passes out fairly easily from dehydration and fevers, much to his (and the others’) dismay…

- gets sympathy sick, especially if he’s already a little queasy. So it’s a mess when many of them are sick at once :’)

Seungmin:

- He’s so stubborn..

- He’s barely holding it together but if someone asks ‘are you okay?’, he’ll be all ‘yeah, are YOU okay?’ Unless he’s already too nauseous to bother. Then he’ll just wave off any concern.

- He gets very ‘spacey’ and fidgety when he’s nauseous. Stares off into the distance, hands fiddling with the edge of his shirt or whatever it may be to try and ground himself.

- Sighs a lot when he’s nauseous, stifling a lot of silent chesty burps.

- When he first pukes, he has a very ‘let’s get it over with’ mindset, not really having space for any dramatics.

- Isn’t that loud when he pukes, but tends to choke and coughs quite a bit.

- Similarly to LK, he too is often bad at giving someone a warning before he gets sick. It can go from 0 to 100 reeeal quick.

- “*siiiiiigh* so….. I think I might be sick..” after having thrown up consistently for half an hour.

- He has a puppyM hot water bottle to his rescue and curls up with it on the couch or in his bed.

- Not sure why but he usually has an emotional support pillow when he’s sick. Just a normal pillow usually. Always hugs it to his chest, sleeps with it, brings it with him to the bathroom for comfort, etc. it’s just something he tends to do, a habit of sorts.

- I feel like he has a tendency to get migraines that makes him nauseous as well..

Jeongin (I.N) :

- His body gets very tense when he’s nauseous.

- Also very quiet and withdrawn, tends to just ‘disappear’ and hide away if he can.

- Despite his maknae status he definitely doesn’t admit to feeling sick until he practically has to.

- Doesn’t want to be touched and needs some space at first. If he seeks out physical comfort on his own, he really isn’t feeling well..

- Does appreciate gestures like offering a cold towel, bringing him a glass of water, etc.

- A lot of nauseous burps, but he finds it embarrassing and tries to stifle them.

- Falls asleep a lot, anywhere and anytime.

- Often gets very dizzy and weak after puking so he does need someone to lean on.

- He was very very sick with the flu or something once (high fevers and vomiting) and threw up in his sleep- which almost had him choking/aspirating hadn’t his members been around. Chan and Han (his then roommate) was absolutely traumatised after that and Chan would not let Jeongin sleep ‘unattended’ at all for a long time afterwards..

+++ I love the idea of both Chan and Felix starting to speak English when they’re really sick, especially when a fever is making them woozy or delirious. Or just finding comfort in someone speaking English to them <3

[mncxbe]

what do you think about enemies to lovers with akutagawa x ada fem!reader with a really big sexual tension between them?

Yes. Just yes🫡 that's all I have to say. Hope you like it♡

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Laced♡

𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡/ one bed trope

Akutagawa didn't know how he ended up like this, sharing a bed with you in a crappy motel room in Shinjuku. He took a deep breath in, feeling the thin particles of dust tickle his nose and sneezed, mentally cursing his overly sensitive body.

From the other side of mattress you mumbled a half-hearted 'Bless you'

"Oh shut up" he hissed, his head snapping in your direction. You were laying on your side close to the edge of the ragged futon, a chiffon robe wrapped loosely around your frame. The neon lights that filtered through the windows illuminated your figure well enough for Akutagawa to make out the little bird drawings that adorned your nightgown.

"Your voice is pissing me off" he added, voice laced with venom as he took in your figure.

"Then stop sneezing and coughing every five minutes. I'm trying to sleep" you replied in a casual tone which only fueled Akutagawa's anger.

God, how he hated you and your composed demeanour; a futile attempt to prove that you were better than him. He vividly recalls your first encounter when his former mentor introduced you to him and the way your eyes scanned his figure with pure amusement. Oh, he resented the way you always looked down on him, thinking that you were superior only because you were working at the Agency.

The fact that you were constantly competing for Dazai's praise only made things worse. Each time the brunette would pair you up for a mission you'd go out of your way to ensure that you did just a tad bit better than him, whether it was stealing the target's phone, a classified file or simply taking extra credit.

And what was worse was that this wasn't even a fair competition: no matter how hard he tried to prove himself to his former mentor, you'd still get all the 'Good job Y/N'. All you had to do was breathe and Dazai would shower you with praise. It was so easy for you and it filled him with burning rage, a fire that grew hotter inside him by the minute; you were utterly insufferable and yet...

Laying beside you in this god forgotten room, Akutagawa couldn't bring himself to hurt you. He knew he could; you were both far away from home and the mission Dazai assigned you was dangerous. If you were to get injured it wouldn't come as a surprise. Plus, your ability was no match to his so he could easily kill you, destroying the source of all his anger and pent up frustration that plagued him day and night.

Still, something was holding him back; a force that he could not explain. He simply scoffed, gritting his teeth.

"I cannot fucking control it. Get your own room if you really can't stand my coughing."

You remained silent and the man cursed under his breath. After a while you rolled on your back and sighed.

"It's too hot in here."

"It's the middle of August, what did you expect?"

"Some air conditioning maybe?" you said in that condescending tone he so resented.

"You're so irritating." he stated, not daring to look at you. He knew that if he did he wouldn't be able to keep up this act and God knows what he'd do.

"Come on Ryuu. I know you don't actually hate me. You're just mad about Dazai liking me better"

Akutagawa's body tensed upon hearing your words. "Don't call me that."

"What, Ryuu? Why not?" you asked innocently.

"Because you know I can't stand it." he lied. He did in fact love the way his name rolled off your lips; it was so soothing but he couldn't bring himself to admit it. "And don't drag Dazai into this."

You let out a low chuckle "But he is part of this. He's actually the reason for all this. For us and-"

"There's no such thing as us" he spat, nails digging deep into the calloused skin of his palms.

He could feel you scoot closer to him, one of your hands gently brushing a strand of charcoal hair from his face.

"Isn't it?"

Your words lingered between the two of you, a heavy, unspoken truth. There was no you but both of you somehow wished there was. Despite all the resentment he bore towards you, Akutagawa knew there was something more to his feelings. He couldn't exactly pin-point what it was tho, but it seemed that you shared the same thought.

"What are we?" you asked eventually, fingertips sliding along his jawline as you moved even closer to him.

Your touch sent goosebumps all over his body, igniting his skin. Yet he didn't push you away. Instead, he turned to his side to face you.

"What do you think we are? We're rivals for fuck's sake" he stated and you would've believed him if it weren't for his arm which wrapped around your waist.

"Are enemies usually so desperate for each other?" you chuckled, cupping his face.

"I'm not desperate" he hummed as he began caressing the side of your body. His fingers traced the outline of your body over your robe, languidly sliding back and forth from your hip up your waist and along your ribs; causing you to shudder.

"You sure are desperate tho" he said, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. His slender fingers hooked under the loosely tied knot of your robe, undoing it.

A light hum escaped your lips when he touched your bare skin.

"Hey Ryuu." you purred, threading your fingers through his hair "Do you think things would've been different if we weren't in different organizations?"

"Not at all. I'd still hate you" he said plainly. Akutagawa was completely entranced by you; his mouth voiced of abhorrence but his hands spoke another language, gently cupping one of your breasts as he kneaded your soft flesh.

He pulled you closer until your lips were mere mere inches apart. "You don't think you could ever like me, do you? It would be so ridiculous."

"Really?" With a mischevious smirk on your lips you took his hand from your breast and guided it between your legs; Akutagawa gasped as his fingers brushed against your wet panties. "I think I like you already."

"You little..." he cursed under his breath as he closed the distance between you, lips finding your own. He kissed you deeply, feverishly and pushed you onto your back, climbing on top of you.

When he eventually broke the kiss he looked down at you, trying to ignore his forming bulge that pressed against your thigh.

You only giggled, tracing your thumb over his lower lip. "How about you put that mouth of yours to good use, hm?" you teased but Akutagawa noted the hint of urgency in your voice.

With a sly smirk on his face he slowly moved lower onto you, tracing feathery kisses along your heated skin until the nestled himself between your thighs. Each touch elicited sweet sounds from you which echoed through his entire being.

Before he hooked his arms over your thighs to keep you close your gazes met for s brief moment and he nodded, grinning from ear to ear.

"As you wish, pretty girl"

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Back again because I’m a whore but I wish you would write a fic with Michael Gavey and sixty-nine because I think genius boy would bluescreen completely if he was eating pussy while getting a blowjob!

-🍍

In the spirit of the ask game, here's a tidbit...

She mewls helplessly as she feels Michael's plush lips engulf her sensitive bundle of nerves, suckling enthusiastically. The rapidly building ache makes her toes curl, one of her legs shooting out involuntarily at the sudden change in sensation.

He had been a novice in the art of cunnilingus when they'd first started seeing each other, a novice at everything to do with carnal pleasure, actually. To his credit, his eagerness to learn translated fluidly from university textbooks to physical intimacy, and he was as adept at making her feel good as he was at long multiplication in no time.

Having been a virgin when they had first met, the novelty of sex has yet to wear off for Michael and it is both a blessing and a curse for her that she finds herself on the receiving end of his voraciousness. It's an ego boost to have someone that's so desperate to have you at any cost, yet she finds she spends most evenings in an exhausted tangle in his sheets, too tired to do her coursework.

She spares a glance down at him as he works his mouth between her legs. The sight of him alone is enough to clear all worry of failing her first year from her mind. His face is pushed flush against her as he mouths greedily at her core, his glasses discarded to one side on the mattress. The wiry muscles of his back shift beneath his flesh with every movement, as he clutches her thighs with such tightness that it's almost painful. She can see from the way that his fingers press into the soft flesh that there'll be bruises there in the morning. The pain doesn't register, however, not with the way she throbs and twitches with each swirl of his tongue.

His hips move wantonly against the bed, a subconscious need for friction guiding his movements as he humps at it, and she feels a wave of guilt wash over her. So wrapped up in his eagerness to please her, she's been neglecting him. He deserves to feel as good as she does.

Tentatively, she reaches down, gently tapping his shoulder, and she gasps as she looks up. He is a vision; lips, chin and even the tip of his nose shiny with her slick, the pupils of those baby blue eyes dilated with lust. She almost forgets what it is that she means to say, until he speaks.

"Am I doing something wrong?" He asks softly. He'd almost appear innocent, were it not for the fact his face is coated in her arousal.

She shakes her head. "No, no, just want to shift positions. Move up the bed and lay on your side."

He looks at her quizzically, his brow furrowing as she pulls away from him, but he does as she says, and she moves with him until she's face level with his groin.

She can smell his arousal, the swollen pink head of his cock is glossy with it, the sight making her mouth water.

Michael stares at her, eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. She giggles, parting her thighs once more.

"Carry on then," she whispers.

No sooner have the words left her mouth than his face is back between her thighs once more, his tongue working at her with renewed vigour.

She shivers as she takes him into her mouth, the sharp taste and the way his manhood pulsates letting her know he won't last long. And as he moans against her cunt, feeling her head start to bob back and forth over the length of him, the sound reverberating against her sensitive flesh, she knows that she won't either.

[xkaidaxxxx]

Some fluff !

Mention: S*x Pregnancy and birthing

Yuji is a green flag.

Minors don’t interact

Minimal 18+

“Come on babe” he pleaded holding your waist. You sighed. You were very annoyed. For the past 3 days Yuji has been begging to have sex with you. Now some people might think he knows nothing about the female body but he’s very educated on it.

You decided to play with him. “Yuji the more you beg the more I’ll say no.” You said giving him a peck on his cheek after you pull away from him. “Sweetheart is the perfect time.” He sighed sitting down.

Yuji has been wanting to be a father for a long time. You two have been together since your first year of high school. Both of you being VERY impatient decided to get married 6 months after graduation. Crazy right. It’s been awhile now.

“Perfect time?” You wondered and continued setting up the table. The perfect time to get you pregnant. Being the wonderful husband he is, he’s always tracked your period. He has definitely correct. This time in the cycle was perfect.

It’s been 2 days. You were starting to feel very horny. Yuji was out taking care of a special grade curse. Which gave you the opportunity to doll up. You immediately showered making sure you scrubbed perfectly and shaved your entire body. Your hair had to be perfect. You picked out Yuji’s favorite lingerie for you to wear. Apparently you look like a goddess in it and in general. He always boosts your confidence.

“ Princess I’m home!” He called out to you. “Upstairs!” You replied positioning yourself on the bed. He walks into the room eyes widening as he looks at your perfect tits,your hip dips, your stretch marks, your thick thighs. “ Sweet lord I’ve been blessed.” He spoke. You giggled walking over to Yuji. “ Fuck baby girl you’re so beautiful.” You looked at him. “ thank you my love. Now go shower.”

“ I’m ready Yuji.” You said as he started eating your wet pussy. “Mhm?” he replied. You moaned gripping the sheets. “f-for a baby” he immediately got up and kissed you. “ I love you. You’ll be such a good mommy.” You looked at him with watery eyes. “ You’ll be an amazing father.” You replied tears slipping. He aligned himself and pushed in. Your pussy clenched around him. He hissed. “ f-fuck..relax sweetie.” He pecked your forehead. “ I’m sorry” you said still clenching. He started humming. Rubbing his cheek against yours. You did the same. Type of affection you’ve both given each other throughout the day. You relaxed “ don’t apologize. Things like this happen.” He began thrusting at the pace you both loved. Not too gentle and not too rough. “ mhm just l-like that Yu-” said with a shaky breath not being able to finish your sentence. He nodded making sure he hit your gspot constantly.” you scratched his back moaning. “ s-so good. Fuck I’m close.” He groaned after. You gasped arching your back a bit. “ Y-Yuji Yuji Yuji Yuji!” You chanted his name. He thrusted faster and deeper. “ I love you” you both said in unison. Cumming together. He filled you up with his seed and you milked him dry.

He pulled out with a smile on his face. “ are you ready for another round?” He checked the time. 9:45pm. He was tired but he wanted to please you. You obviously knew he needs rest. “ No my love. I’m tired and you’ve worked hard. You need rest as well.” You said. “Yeah you’re right. Today was a bit rough.” He got up grabbing a cloth soaking it with warm water. “ I really hope I’ll get pregnant.” You commented as he cleaned you up. Still sensitive you squirmed. “Sorry princess.” He said softly making sure you’re cleaned up correctly.

An hour passed and you cuddled with Yuji, just talking. “ Our son or daughter will be very beautiful.” He said playing with your hair. “ yeah for sure they have a very handsome dad.” Yawning afterward. “ they have beautiful mother.” He said holding you close. You both drifted off to sleep.

Your pregnancy awaits.

you do get pregnant with a baby girl. She has Yuji’s pink hair and your eyes and nose. Very beautiful baby.

She was a easy baby. Yuji definitely spoiled her. Nobara, Megumi and Gojo added on top of that.

They loved gifting her so many things.

Nobara: clothes and hair accessories

Megumi: shoes, socks and mittens. Oh and in his style of clothing.

Gojo: basic baby things such as bibs, pacifiers, baby swing, bottles.

[amnignsity]

Feverish

Seo Changbin x GenderNuetral! Reader

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MDI??!

Contains: Obsessed!Lovesick!Changbin, Begging, Pleading, Angst, One-sided love, Toxic relationship, slightly gore descriptions like blood, throat cut+ings, k!llings.

No specific Gender reveal on reader ¦].

Also this is kinda like one scene then moving onto to the other scenes - basically recalling the past events.

╰┈➤ "Please keep touching me like that..."

Changbin pleaded as he grasps onto your hand - holding it against his face as he leans onto your divine touch. It scorched him so bad, it felt so toxic and you both know it was, he can't help in midst of his needs get feverish against the feeling of your forced endearment towards him.

On his knees while he looked up at you standing in front of him as he gives you those gazes - his eyes so glossy and big filled with longing and loving that you couldn't help but let yourself maybe give in once more. He was obsessed.

Obsessed with the ways your hands linger every inched of his body, Obsessed with the way your eyes locked onto his whilst you straddle him from above, Obsessed with the way your kisses - the taste of your lips was permanent against his tongue.

He couldn't help but see you and only you as his only one true love. But was really love? Or just his need for a taste of surveillance? You wondered while you looked down upon his laying figure. Eyes thats filled with tears looking at you with such solicit as he begged for another caress of your hand against his skin.

"Please...I beg of you...."

He let's out a sob as your hands wonder all over his sensitive body - filled with your lip marks and bites, he wished for them to be permanent. Not wanting for such blessings to dissappear. Using him as your gazette and your tongue being the biro that leaves those aching marks that he's so captivated by that even his own passion for music, the rhythms and melodies can no longer strive through his obsession.

You cursed yourself as you give in to him once more, glancing up as his eyes met your intense look filled with desire and sorrow. He couldn't help but only feel the slightest of grief whilst he allows himself to drift off to the pleasure only you can give him.

So vulnerable and submissive underneath your touches.

You boy filled with aching need and passion,

have yet to learn control.

"Please for only a minute more...Allow me to get drunk off just an ounce of your affection, my love..." He pleads like an broken record as you grabbed the handles of your suitcases.

He kneels down hugging you by your waist as he looked up with such a broken gaze - a tear drips down his face while letting out a sniffle. His hold was like iron shackles wanting you to stay forever in his own twisted world filled with toxicity and abuse.

No he doesn't hurt you - he will never for if he does he will slit his own throat knowing that the one he calls his, has a graze a single bruise or an ounce of hurt withering in their heart shall he be judged to a death sentence.

But he couldn't help but beg and plead for you to stay as he could barely breathe in a lonely solitary - filled with unwanted thoughts and feelings only you could fight away and vanish from just a second of your presence.

"It's for the best, Changbin..." You uttered as you removed his hold and left his house, yours and his house that he worked hard for. He looks at you with such agony letting the tears drip down like the blood that had drip down his nose due to excessive exhaustion and sleepless nights just wondering and withering on his bed when you both got into your first fight.

Oh how bad it destroyed him when he caused you such sufferings you didn't deserve...

He was obsessed with you. To the point that even death couldn't kill this sort of passion within him. He'd shed his own blood if needed...

He would even let his hands be painted in red, tainting his fair skin with such a disgusting and vile color if you ordered him to do so...

He'll get you back even if it means till the ends of the earth.

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Author's note: So I haven't really been doing angst stuff despite what my name actually stands for - so yea¦]...

Anyways I didn't really have a large thinking process with this although maybe I could boyfriend scenarios with this type of Changbin - and yes he is a pillow prince in this.

This is what my original writting style kinda looks like.

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[ask-the-identity-5-senses]

If these guys represent the senses. Are their own senses affected by this?

moddie:

Yes!! They all have some kind of increase in their specific sense which is explained by everyone's autism :3 no but seriously, it's both a blessing and a curse.

Therese has an extremely good nose. Due to her past which I STILL CANNOT SHARE, she's able to sniff out certain things that can harm her. Which actually leaves her far more paranoid than you'd think. She was heavily inspired by canaries due to their submissive and easily trapped nature, but it turns out that canaries were also brought down into coal mines because they could sniff out poisoning in the air and were more susceptible to it. Do what you will with that.

She also loves smelling nice things. Like candles and such. Best thing to gift her. She'd sit there for hours. But also this means bad smells absolutely PULVERIZE her. Please wear deodorant.

Lux has the eyes of a falcon. He's able to spot the smallest detail from a away and sudden movements make him jumpy. hes able to spot the slightest twitch of an eye, the fleeing leg of a runaway hare, a stalking stare. He's amazing. He's also really good at detecting patterns which makes him super sharp at times.

However, this means his eyes are very sensitive and often costs him migraines (this doesn't help because his blood pressure is always super high because he's NEVER peaceful. Bro is a dedicated hater). He hates summer because the sun is so bright, he hates sitting outside for a long amount of time because his eyes get fuzzy and he definitely needs more vitamin D but he's too busy complaining about how he hates the beach because its like the sand in the sun is slowly melting his retinas

Him and his large hat :3

Nellie's mouth is overloaded with taste buds and receptors. She can taste the slightest change in cooking and she WILL call it out. She was definitely the kind of baby to put things in her mouth without a care. She's able to decipher textures and all kinds of tastes and she LOVES her ability. Very handy for her line of work.

However, this means that yucky textures leave her completely overwhelmed. Just spitting it out instantly, and trying to wipe at her tongue because wtf. But also, bad tasting foods also leave her a little dizzy. I know damn well she's spat food into her napkin because she felt like she'd throw up if she took another bite.

Bonnie probably gets it the worse out of all the survivors though. Her sense is touch which means she is constantly overstimulated and frantically making sure no gross textures come into contact with her skin. If anyone touches her suddenly she has to scratch at her skin. It's why her gloves are so long. Anything with a slightly unusual texture makes her feel sick and so forgive her if she doesn't want to accept any hugs.

But, this comes REALLY handy for being a jeweller. She's able to decipher the quality of a gem just by feeling it. She's also able to finesse her way through looking AMAZING because she can feel when something looks out of touch. She's obsessed with touch ups and making sure the things around her feel nice. I feel like she's the type of person to shove her face into something that's a nice texture. She likes the feeling of your hand? Prepared to have your hand pressed against her cheek as she appreciates the touch. Physical touch is her love language.

I get the feeling that poor Mr Kreiberg is the victim of this. She likes to feel his calluses.

And then there is poor Elias.

Elias is heavily on the spectrum which means he pretty much has all of these combined but his far most sensitive sense is his hearing.

This is fantastic as a hunter. He's able to figure out where they are if they're not quiet enough. He's able to focus on which ciphers are more primed than others because their beeping will be quicker. He is probably the kind of hunter to bring listen, so that + his natural abilities? He's INCREDIBLE. Be as quiet as death or else he's coming.

But. Any survivor with a loud ability can counter him. I think Coord's gun hurts him more than a usual stun because of the loudness also. He is VERY easily overstimulated which leads to a meltdown and it's not very good. That as well as his other sensory issues. He STRUGGLES a lot in the manor but I like to think that he has support to help him out. Like my survivors, Michiko, Ada, Emily, Victor, Aesop (because Aesop would know) and others.

Fun fact: Elias has a verbal stim. "Wiggle wiggle, Mhm Mhm" which is often followed by, you guessed it, a wiggle.

Don't have a drawing so have Elias in a top hat.

[crowpricorn]

Hello!! 5 and/or 13 for the kiss prompts for Wesper?? 👀

questions

5: where it doesn't hurt + 13: discreetly

hi!! 💌 I wrote this in less than half an hour, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless💗💗

Jesper never thought he could spend even a single day without feeling the rush, the pull, the need — to move and keep moving until he got swallowed by the tide, to play and keep playing until he lost everything. His body had been a cage for something that shouldn't have been caged at all, something that kept looking for ways to burst out.

That's how his blessing turned into a curse — and has been a curse all these years, all this time.

Until now that the energy buzzing into his bones is finally unleashed — whenever Jesper shoots (for fun, now, rather than necessity) he knows what he is doing to the bullets, whenever he needs something he tries and make that something. Wylan encouraged him to try and take the colors off some of his paintings. "I will ruin them," he had protested. "You won't," Wylan had stubbornly answered, chin tilted upwards and eyes fierce as flames and kind as the warmest hug.

So, Jesper took all the paint off the canvas, leaving white expanses for Wylan to paint all over again. So, Jesper shaped vases and statues in the Van Eck mansion the way he liked.

The painful, buzzing, deafening scream of energy trapped into his crawling skin has long gone.

And what it left space for, is this: it's Wylan's kisses all over his neck, and when before he had always felt his skin prickle and the intense urge for more, more, more, now there's just the soothing press of lips against skin. The comforting scent of Wylan's clean curls tickling his nose, the caress of his breath against his throat. He is not as sensitive to touch as he was before, not so desperate — he is there and he is present and he revels in the embrace of his lover.

At the beginning it was all wanting more and getting too much, not knowing how to ask and how to plead for Wylan to stop — when his skin got too sensitive, when he felt his bones pushing against his skin like they wanted to burst out. It hadn't been his bones — it had been his gift, all that bottled up energy that finally, finally Jesper allowed into his life. And when he did, what had always been a rush, a thrill, a too much, became slow, comforting, soothing.

Wylan grazes his teeth against Jesper's collarbone, and everything Jesper feels is the graze of teeth against skin — not sparks of energy that send him fidgeting and squirming, not rushes of incoherent thoughts to his brain. Just this: his boyfriend kissing his naked skin and Jesper not aching from it anymore. Aching for it, rather.

"Don't leave marks," Jesper urges when Wylan bites into the swell of his throat. What he earns is Wylan's devilish, smart smile, and that also soothes Jesper. He is seen, he is loved and held, he is free from the cage of his body and mind.

"They don't show on your skin," Wylan retorts, pouting a bit until Jesper physically has to lean down and kiss Wylan for it. Kiss Wylan because he wants and loves to, and not because his body needs to have that too much feeling that was killing it — too many games, too much risk, too much asked from Wylan that ended up in both of them sobbing and Jesper shamefully explaining that, apparently, he didn't know his limits. He does now. He does because his body is not poisoned anymore — it is there, alert but also peaceful, and it doesn't ache anymore.

"I have seen too many councilmen stare at my neck to believe you. Plus, we are meeting Kaz in half an hour."

Wylan groans, brows furrowing in displeasure. "They can suck my—"

"Merchling!" Jesper laughs, and that also comes easy: a genuine laugh punched out of his chest. Not forced, not hysterical, not too much. Real, full of love and surprise.

Wylan surges up to capture Jesper's lips in a biting kiss that, in a matter of seconds, turns soft and heart-warming and mind-blowing. The kind of kiss that grounds Jesper and riles Wylan up until his hands roam through his boyfriend's whole body. Which is what he does now. He presses Jesper harder against the shelves of the library and he kisses him like he wants to kiss the hurt away — like if there's something of that poisonous restraint in Jesper's body, he can just kiss him like a prayer and let it go away for good.

Jesper melts into the kiss and touches, anchoring himself to the feelings before he can float away from his body. Before, he was too caged in his body that he had to constantly shift his attention to something else, something more. Now, he feels so at ease under his own skin that he risks getting lost into the warmth and peace. It's not easy to find a balance, not for Jesper at least, but he tries.

Slowly, Wylan's hands come up to cup his cheeks and he deepens the kiss, panting against Jesper's mouth and then digging down again, bruising his neck until Jesper can do nothing else but moan and cling to the man he loves. He is about to curl his tongue around a moan of Wylan's name, as his boyfriend gently kisses his bruised neck, when they both stop.

A creak.

Voices from downstairs, probably the staff welcoming their guest.

Of course Kaz is early.

They raise their heads so fast that Jesper hits his against a shelf, rushing to put his shirt back on and trying to button it up before Kaz can open the door.

When he will, he'll find Wylan laughing to himself, hand in hand with a Jesper with his shirt buttoned unevenly and a bit crooked, and with a neck covered in darker or redder marks that they both know Kaz will notice. He will open the door to find Jesper happy, grounded, loved and in love, making room for sensations when before it was only hurtful sensitivity and ache.

For now, Jesper pushes Wylan off and Wylan comes closer to pepper his face with kisses while Jesper fumbles to button his own shirt. For now, Wylan kisses Jesper like a promise and laughs against his lips until all Jesper feels is not the rush, the thrill, the urge, but the unspoiled, soothing love.

[fantisyoflove]

So You Wanna Play With Magic - Part 13

WC: 2,478

February 12th

"Okay she's gone. Now what is it you wanted to show me?"

Draco looked back at the front door you just left from and then pulled Harry up the stairs to the room he was using.

He went to the desk but then paused and flicked his wand at the doorframe to conceal the inside. Just in case.

He cast a revelio and grabbed the small box out of the drawer. Turning back to Harry he carefully pulled the box open.

Inside sat the most beautiful ring.

"She's going to love it!" Harry beamed.

"I'd hope so. It is a very old family heirloom."

"A Malfoy?"

"A Black."

"Sirius's mother? Walburga?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"No! No" Draco laughed. "Goodness no! Her name was Phoebe Black. She never married so this ring has only ever belonged to her. I thought it fitting."

Harry was relieved, you didn't seem to be the type to want cursed jewlery. Even if there was no magical curse on it, the fact that it could have been worn by someone so dark a vile would have not been good. Evil like that always leaves a trace.

"She's going to love it " Harry repeated touching Dracos arm.

Seeing the joy on Draco's face was contagious. Harry was happy for the both of you.

Draco felt his breath catch slightly at the contact. Harry was so sure about himself and Draco was a mess.

Potter didn't have any real feelings for him. Why would he!

"So where are you planning on asking her?"

"What do you mean?" Draco clicked the box closed and stashed it back in his draw, spell cast again.

"Where are you going to propose?"

"I'm not. She knows we are getting married why would I propose?"

Harry lifted an eyebrow at him, "seriously? You don't think she would like you to at least make the gesture?"

Draco thought for a moment. "Well I mean I guess you're right.... what was your plan going to be?"

Harry was caught of guard by that question.

"What?!"

"You said once you were planning on proposing. What did you have in mind?"

"You're not stealing my plan!"

"I'm not going to steal it! I was just brainstorming! Besides isn't it kind of pointless now given that you won't be doing your plan?"

Harry scoffed, "You don't know that. What if I still plan on proposing to her?"

"You can't propose to her she's my wife!" Draco said exasperated.

Harry laughed. "I could if I wanted to. And I'd bet she'd say yes!"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Fine don't tell me. I can come up with something."

[]

February 13th

You felt a little anxious as you lay in bed that morning. Harry was still working when you tried to go to bed at a reasable time. You tossed and turned until he came into the room and held you close. You slept heavy in his arms.

You wondered how it would feel to fall asleep in Draco's arms. Would you be as warm? Would it be awkward since he was so much taller?

Harry stired slightly and you stroked a finger lightly down his nose until he settled again.

Would Draco appreciate your attempts to sooth him like Harry did? Did Draco like to have his hair played with? A dark thought crossed your mind, what of he didn't like to be held at all! Or cuddle? He had said 'you will have Harry for all that sensitive shit' did that mean he meant to only live as your husband in name? He couldn't have a heir with anyone else because of his families blessing so the two of you would have to have sex... but what would life look like then?

Would you and Harry live together as a couple in the same home? Would Harry be able to move in wherever you finally moved to with Draco? Would you live together as couple behind closed doors and act like nothing more than friends in public?

In turn did that mean in public Draco and you would act as if the perfect couple but then behind closed doors be nothing but stranger?

You knew you said you could do that, in the beginning. But now you felt like you were falling for him.

Your spiraling thoughts were intrupted though by a moment at the door.

"Hey," Draco whispered "can you come downstairs?"

You gave him a thumbs up and slipped out from Harry's grasp.

Downstairs Draco was dressed in riding leathers. His head snapped up as he felt you in the back of his mind. His first thought was Harry had woke and was .. well spending time with you before you left. But he quickly realized that you were looking straight at him in that moment.

He raised an eyebrow at you and you actually blushed.

"Will you come flying with me?" He asked.

You smiled, "just let me change!" You had to settle yourself halfway up the stairs to make sure you didn't wake Harry.

You left him a note on the bed.

Went flying with Draco, see you for dinner.

[]

You were somewhere over Cornwall two hours later. You loved flying, it was so freeing. You felt like you never had time to just fly for pleasure anymore.

Draco had been showing off a little bit and you did your best to keep up with him.

He slowed near a cliff, the ocean was lapping loudly at the side and the air smelled like salt.

You landed your cheeks bright red from the nipping cold and whipping winds. You tried to smooth down your unruling hair but ended up taking out the braid you put it in and shaking it out.

"Uh that was amazing!" You exclaim before flopping down in the grass.

Draco smiled at you but he seemed fidgety.

"Alright?"

"Yea just um.. I wanted ... well I..." He dropped down to his knees beside you. You sat up to face him and he threw his gloves down.

Taking your hands in his he looked deep into your eyes.

"Y/n, even though we had to come together because of .. well yea you know. I realize now that if given the choice I would pick you anyways. You are a wonderful woman and I would love nothing more than to call you my wife." He held out the little box and cracked it open for you to see the ring inside.

"This is a family heirloom, it belonged to Phoebe Black. She never married and no one else has worn it since. From stories I've heard she was actuay a very kind and brilliant woman. Just like you. Y/n y/m/n y/l/n will you marry me?"

Your mouth fell open, shakily you pulled your own gloves off and held out your hand. Draco beamed as he slipped the ring onto your finger. He tapped it with his wand and it fit itself to size.

"Is that a yes?" He teased.

You tackled him down into the ground and kissed him over and over.

"Yes! Yes yes Draco yes!"

He kissed you back in earnest.

[]

You both took your time flying back. You had plenty of time before you had to be back.

Somewhere over Bristol you both slowed and held hands as you glided through the air. The wind had died down and you could hear one another without shouting.

"How many languages do you speak?" You asked out of the blue.

"Oh umm, three. English, French, and Latin. How about you?"

You smirked, "Seven."

"Seven!"

"Yes, English, Spanish, Irish, Gaelic, Latin, Mandarin, and Japanese. I also know some sign."

Draco looked impressed, "Why so many?"

"Work. You never know when someone has double bribed a translator to fed us false information."

Draco felt a twinge in his stomach. He had yet to bring up the subject of your job. Thankfully you hadn't been sent on anymore missions of late but he would have to address it soon. You gave him an odd look, feeling his apprehension. You hoped he wasn't intimidated by you.

"What kind of music do you like?" You thought maybe a change of topic would help.

"Oh, well I don't think I have heard much muggle stuff but I enjoy the Weird Sisters. Do you listen to muggle music."

"Yea, actually I really like muggle music. I think I could show you some stuff you would like. If you're interested."

"Yes, that would be nice. What is your families' blessing?"

"My what?"

"Your family blessing? Or oh no is it, is it a curse?"

"I don't think our family has one, at least not one I know of."

Draco thought about it for a moment. "Every family in the sacred 28 was either blessed or cursed in the beginning. It is passed down through the male line."

"So would our son have the Malfoy blessing of 'everlasting love'?"

Draco felt stunned for a moment. 'Our son'.

He cleared his throat, "Well yes, he would. So would ... So would a daughter. If we had one." He added tentatively.

"We will have to find out then. I'd hate for it to be a curse!"

[]

February 14th

You smoothed your dress robes down again. You let your gaze scan the crowd, taking your time over particularly busy spots.

Draco only had eyes for you. There was an air about you, he noticed, when you were around other purebloods. You held yourself with the same high standard as other high born witches. It is hard to break over 11 years of training, etiquette lessons, and governesses smacking the back of your hands when you misbehaved.

You were looking the picture of a stern, well bred, woman. Your face was stoic as you looked over the crowd.

All of that melted away when your eyes fell on Draco.

You walked over to him and kissed both his cheeks. Your engagment party was in full swing. You took a deep breath and rested your forehead against his chest.

"Just a few more hours and then we can go home."

You heard an increase of murmurs from the crowd. Leaning around Draco you saw Harry had entered the room. You smiled and waved him over.

"Malfoy." Harry greeted

"Potter."

There was a pause in the room, everyone held their breath.

You pulled him into a hug and he shook Draco's hand.

"Congratulations to the happy couple."

There was a collective sigh and everyone went back to their conversations. Harry made his way over to Ron and Hermione. She was holding a small bundle in her arms, her new baby boy.

[]

Back at the flat you can't stop smiling.

Everything went so smooth, the majority of guests kept to their respective circles. You and Draco mingled with your guests like the perfect aristocratic couple.

You sit at your vanity and start taking out the pins in your hair. Harry came in and laid down on the bed, his tie hung loose around his neck. Draco was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed as he watched you with a soft expression.

You meet his eye in the mirror and he smiles at you.

"You can come in here you know." You say, still trying to pull pins out.

Draco gives a cautious look at Harry before stepping into the room for the first time. He forgos looking around and instead goes straight to you.

"Let me." He whispers against your neck before kissing it. His hands trail up your arms to your wrists and guide your hands down to your lap.

With nimble fingers he releases your hair from its updo. Running his fingers through it and lightly scratching at your scalp. Your eyes close and you let your head tip back slightly into him.

He kisses your forehead.

"You really do make a beautiful couple." Harry had rolled over on the bed and was watching you both.

You gave him a small smile and reached for his hand. He squeezed yours three times and you squeezed back four.

"I should get to bed." Draco says stepping back. Your skin is cold and tingling from where his fingers were.

"Draco," You begin.

"Go with him," Harry interrupts "It's your night, you should be together."

You look at Draco.

He looks torn, glancing from the door and back to you. He nods once.

"Just give me a few minutes." He says seriously and all but runs from the room.

Harry looks to you, asking with his eyes 'what was that?'

"He and I haven't done anything... Well other than that one night, after the fight. But that was just ... well like being teenagers again." You say with a laugh. "I asked if he wanted to share a bed once and he seemed very..." You thought for a second on what word to use. "Shy. Maybe. About the whole thing."

You stood and started to undress, you went to find your wand in your bag because you couldn't reach the zipper. Harry jumped up, his hands on your waist as he pulled you back into him.

His lips ghost over your neck, so close to where Draco had been before.

"Can you blame the guy? Look at you." Harry moaned against your ear. "You are beautiful."

You smile and lean into his touch.

Harry undoes the zipper of your dress and you let it pool at your feet.

He steps back, looking at you with those same hungry eyes he gets every time you are naked in front of him. But instead of pulling you in closer he kisses you once more before moving to the other side of the room to begin undressing.

You appreciate his easy understanding. This works. Being together with each other and having Draco, works.

You slip into your sleep clothes just as Draco returns in his own.

You feel the spark of attraction in the back of your mind and it makes you smile. You don't have any room for doubt when you can feel just want he feels.

A movement catches his eye and he looks over at Harry. Suddenly that same spark is there but also panic and confusion, but still attraction.

Harry is standing in just his pants. He watches Draco as he pulls on his joggers with a smirk.

"Enjoying the view Malfoy?" He teases.

Malfoy scowls but doesn't respond. He also doesn't get the same flare of annoyance when Harry jokes with him like this.

You watch them both closer now.

All that time they spent together, all the time you were away... Did Draco like Harry?

You are pulled from your thoughts when Draco takes your hand.

"Alright?"

You smile at him and let him lead you out of the room, "Goodnight, Harry." You call as you follow Draco down the hall.