#((we were like 'if we let them off the leash when will they shut up' and the answer was 'never'))

[tamaharu]

okay thats interesting! in the SF try-outs during the song "legally blonde" she sings about how she cant be legally blonde, while in the official version AND THE DEMO she sings about letting her be legally blonde. which means that at some point they changed the lyrics around, and then changed them back! laurence o'keefe.... nell benjamin.... what occurs in your twisted minds

[equalheart]

enhypen when you get stood up / rejected / dumped

comedic fluff! enhypen!member x reader w: sad-ish? content. y/n is kinda “cheating” since they kiss someone RIGHT after breaking up… ©equalheart REPOST FROM HYKAI ⋆ ࣪. ୧ ♡ ୨ ִ ۫ ⁎ . i really wanted to write something like this, to avoid repetitiveness i added 3 different scenerios. sorry if this is confusing!

양정원 (YANG JUNGWON) — Stood Up

You were walking along in a park by the place your date was supposed to be. You felt like crying. After talking to this guy for a few weeks, you’d expect him to show up, right? What a waste of time. You’re walking peacefully when a dog runs straight at you and starts sniffing your feet. An owner quickly runs towards you. “Maeumi!” he quickly scoops the dog up into his arms. “I’m so sorry! I let her off her leash for one second and she—” he looks up, “Y/n?”

You realise who you’re talking to. It’s Yang Jungwon from your extended-maths class. “Oh, hi!” you try to cheer up. “Is this your dog?” he smiled while looking at Maeumi, who quickly gave a lick to his face. “Her name is Maeumi, do you wanna pet her?” you don’t decline, letting the fluffy dog run straight to your arms, licking your face as well. “I heard you were busy today.” randomly, it comes out of him, and you deeply sigh. “Yeah, I was supposed to go on a date. But the guy didn’t even show up.” Jungwon also lets out a deep sigh. He doesn’t know if he should feel angry for you, sad for you, or if he’s allowed to feel anything for you. But he feels relieved. “I’m happy he didn’t show up. Now you’re here with me.” He grins at you, Maeumi in his lap.

"Why is that? Do you like me or something?" You laugh until noticing he's gone silent. when you look back up at him, he bites down on his lower lip while looking down; like a sad puppy. "Wait, you like me?" He blushes and nods his head 'yes.' "Well, there's no doubt you're better than the guy who ditched me today. should we go on a date right now?" His eyes shoot up. "You like me too?" you giggle at his reaction. "Let's just say, I'm interested." "Then.. Let's consider this a date." He smiles at you and lets go of Maeumi, while she runs around you in circles. "First I'll have to drop her off at home." He giggles.

이희승 (LEE HEESEUNG) — Rejected

“Hah, why would I date you?” you’re on campus of your university, and your year long crush has just... rejected you? He’s been flirting with you, so it’s not surprising that this will be an extra shock to you. “I—” you stare at him, at a loss for words. “Y/n, nobody would like someone like you” you feel glossy eyes and also enraged. How could he say this after mentioning that his parents would love you? Even when you weren’t dating. A waste of time. Suddenly, you feel an arm around your shoulder. “I like them.” you turn around to see Lee Heeseung. You’ve talked to him about some lectures in groups, but nothing more than that—so what’s he saying? “I like Y/n. If you’re just gonna toy with them, leave them alone.” he raises an eyebrow and you watch your crush, or, well, ex-crush scoff and walk away, cussing at the ground.

Heeseung’s arm falls off your shoulder immediately. “I’m sorry for touching you, are you alright?” you tear up and he pats you back. “Shhh, he’s just a jerk, okay? Forget him.” your vision is foggy as you look at him. “Why’d you help me?” he looks at you blankly for a second, like a deer struck by headlights. “Didn’t you hear me? I said "I like you.”

박종성 (PARK JONGSEONG)  — Dumped

You call Jay on the phone, crying rather loudly. "Y/n? What's wrong?" He sounds alert. "I got dumped." You say between sniffles. Those words cause Jay to hang up on you. What the hell? What a jerk, you thought. - An hour passes and you've been watching a kdrama while crying your eyes out. There's a sudden knock at your door, and you open it to see Jay. You shut the door immediately. "Leave." You state as he jiggles the doorknob. "Y/n, wait. I'm sorry it took me so long there was traffic, and you know the ice cream place is far from my house!" Confusion takes over you as you slowly unlock and open the door. He continues: "Here, I got you all your favourite things. Do you want me to stay, or should I go..?" You take two white plastic bags from his hands. "You jerk. You suck." Now he's confused. "Should I??" he pointed to the street, more directly to his car. "How dare you hang up on me! Do you know how upset I was?" You pull him into the house, not noticing how he tripped over your shoe and stumbled forward, pushing himself to the nearest wall, with you in front of him. "O-Oh, i'm sorry—I was just trying to get here as fast as possible.” You can feel his hot breath fanning against your neck as he talks. "It's okay! It’s fine, don't worry." you blush and walk away, sitting back on the couch, now with your snacks. Jay stayed there, pinning air against the wall as he covered his mouth with his other hand. Shit. He was blushing like crazy.

심재윤 (SIM JAEYUN)  — Dumped

You're at Jake's house. in his room, sobbing on his gaming chair. "And then he just said it's over." You completed your story, not without at least one billion sniffles along the way. You knew you could rely on Jake, your best friend since almost forever, to comfort you. "Yeah? I'm sorry, Y/n. You deserved better." Your eyes sparkle in admiration and your eyes flashback distant memories from when you had a crush on Jake. Your heart aches. He was so perfect, but you were both young, and you didn't wanna risk losing him. "Jake.. Could I hug you?" He blanks out for a second before responding. "Of course! Sure! Just don't get any snot on me." Your face turns red in embarrassment and he notices. "Kidding, obviously!" He hugs you and you hold him tight.

After a few seconds, Jake tries to pull away, but you pull him tighter—maybe just a little too tight. From pulling Jake, his body weight was on you now and his gaming chair could not handle that; it toppled over. You were laying down on the chair, which was now flipped on its back (so you were still technically on it) when you realised Jake was on top of you. Woah. You both made eye contact for a split second before he got off. "Oh my gosh, Y/n, i'm sorry!" His cheeks are pink from prior. You just giggle. "No, seriously it's fine. It was my fault anyway." He looks at you, slowly speaking up. "In that case.. Wanna do it again?"

박성훈 (PARK SUNGHOON) — Rejected

It was embarrassing, getting rejected. And you needed someone to talk to. You went to your first and only resort, your best friend, Park Sunghoon. Something about the sparkle in your eyes while talking about him made Sunghoon uncomfortable. Did you like him that much? Come on. You barely knew him. Sunghoon decides not to speak on his thoughts and listen to what you have to say instead. He was always a good listener anyway.  But when you get to a point talking about stuff you “did wrong”, he can’t hold back any longer. “Y/n.” his sharp voice catches you off guard, and your eyes avert to him. “You did nothing wrong, okay? Just because you thought he liked you doesn’t mean you were wrong. He totally led you on and played with your feelings.” You feel tears wither up into your eyes and you clasp onto Sunghoon’s waist. It takes him by surprise, but he wraps his arms around yours. “Thank you, Hoon.”

김선우 (KIM SEONWOO) — Stood up

Sunoo could not believe what he was hearing. How could someone as pretty, kind, and sweet as you get stood up? I mean, the guy promised he'd show up. What a jerk. Sunoo stayed by your side as you ranted about how long you took getting ready, and how nervous you were. At first, you were a little upset, but then you were just irritated. You got all dressed up and ready for absolutely nothing. What a waste of time. Sunoo, unlike you, was furious. He asked (begged) for the guy's number so he could meet him, but you declined. Being petty wouldn't get you back time. "I give up on dating people." you sigh, and Sunoo panics. "You can't give up! There's still someone out there waiting for you!'' His sudden defensiveness leaves you confused. "And who would that be." you roll your eyes, sipping the water he brought for you earlier. "…. Me."

西村 力 (NISHIMURA RIKI) — Rejected

Before you even came up to Ni-ki, he could sense something was wrong—His spidey senses were tingling. He saw the small tear droplets formed in your eyes and sighs, pushing a stand of hair out of your face. His eyebrows were furrowed while he studied your sad features. "I thought you said you were absolutely confident he liked you back?" You sniffle a bit and he can't help but chuckle. "Idiot." He whispers under his breath. Ni-ki's face holds a soft smile, his eyes holding oceans of stars. "Hey!" You punch him and he lets out a fake cry. "Maybe he changed his mind." You huff at him.

Not a great situation for jokes, but Ni-ki always managed to make you laugh. "You should've stayed with me.." He pats your head, still making eye contact even if he's towering over you.  "You know I'd treat you better." Your heart flutters. How could it not? But it was for your friend. Was this wrong? You give him a confused expression, still at a loss of words from his actions. "Y/n, you don't know? You really  don't know?" His blank expression still confused you, and a slow, soft smile appeared in his mouth. He bends down to your level, and your eyes widen. He's.. super attractive. How couldn't you notice him before? "I like you."

[sagephilosophie]

" A FAVOR ."

┃ RAN H.

ꜱᴜɢᴀʀ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ! ʀᴀɴ ʜᴀɪᴛᴀɴɪ x ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⊹₊ Tags !

NSFW AHEAD, Sugar daddy theme, Shower sex, Age difference (Ran in his late 30s and Reader early 20s), Rough sex, Rough kissing, GN! Reader, mentioned cheating, mentioned 3way, Bonten Arc, Rindou x reader (if you squint)

⊹₊ Word count ! 1629 || Ao3

You stared at the elevator panel impatiently as the numbers were going up, cursing under your breath to how long this was taking.

Ran's lavish penthouse was to die for, your jaw dropped the first time you visited Ran, never seeing any place like it, but you grew more and more irritated from the wait in the elevator everytime to care about it.

Finally the elevator door opened to reveal the apartment painted gold and orange by the sunset through the glass-walls, you moved forward towards the liquor cabinet to find it wide open with three bottles missing from their place, two of them almost emptied in the table with a couple glasses of whisky left out, a tie and a tuxedo jacket thrown abruptly on the sofa across from it, which can only mean one thing; Ran is home.

Passing through the halls, the sound of water running grows closer, You stumbled over the third now empty bottle on the way to his room, the rest of his clothes, shoes, high heels, and a bra tracing the way too, but that's just how the Haitani brothers are, nothing new to you.

"RAAAN!!! RAN WHERE ARE YOU ?", You called out entering his room, walking towards his bathroom upon getting no answer.

The moment you opened the door, a hand grabbed you inside and you let out a yelp before being caged between the wall and the naked older Haitani from behind.

"You didn't tell me you were visiting, baby~", Ran cooed in his usual tone really closely to your ears, "We could've totally made room for one more, sad she already left... something about her boyfriend getting suspicious."

"I don't plan on a threesome!", You blocked him off with your hand ineffectively, "I just... i have a favor to ask..."

Ran raised an eyebrow and replied, "Your student loans are already paid, Sugar, even thooough... your debt to me still isn't~"

"I know, i know, i just need another one-", you tried to shut off your sugar daddy's constant attempts to get in your pants, or at least delay it, because he will eventually get what he wants if you will need more favors from him and his business.

"Ask away, baby, that's what my part of our agreement is about, you know...", Ran leaned his head forward to leave small sensational kisses on your nape before whispering in your ears again, "So don't forget yours~"

That was more of a threat than just horny talk and you knew it, it's not like you planned to run away from the Haitanis, especially not the older one, those who tried didn't survive to tell the tale and you weren't planning to find out yourself either.

You had the idea to expand this game a little longer, until you graduated from college at least, maybe further than then, keeping one of the richest and most feared men in japan wrapped around your finger is too useful to let go of, after all. But to keep someone that can get and pay for any plaything he wants excited and interested is not simple, the trick is to play hard to get, keep him believing it's a challenge to get you where he wants, while he's exactly where you want; in a dog leashe, ready to pay whatever price it takes.

From your observation rich men adore it when something is more challenging than it's supposed to be, something as mundane to them as younger desperate pretty things humping their legs for special treatments won't take them so long to get bored of, and the Haitani brothers are no difference, you knew that since the day you first met Ran, your college friends dragged you into one of Roppongi's most lively night clubs to show you the quickest way to get your student loans paid and forgotten; by getting a sugar daddy.

That night, Ran's purple eyes pierced through your skull, you can feel it without turning around while sitting awkwardly next to your friend squeezing herself between all the hot chicks clinging on his drunk younger brother, you knew your fate changed when Ran approached you that night and offered you easy money, only to find be fucked stupid in the backseat of his limousine the next moment.

"So ?", Ran kept shortening the distance between you more, leaving little to no space between your bottom and his bare erection that's occasionally poking you.

"Listen, Ran... i didn't want to bother you but it's an emergency...", you tilted your head to face him, as he was half listening and clearly undressing you with his eyes, "My... my classmate, Jessie... she got a... a brand new. pink. ferrari. roma!!!!!!!! That was insane!!!!!! She kept bragging about it and and- i was so irritated!!!!!! I can no longer show off my red aston martin now- all the attention is on Jessie and i really really really need a new ride, it's an emergency!!!!!!!"

Ran stared you down as you finished your tragic story, the sound of the shower still running behind filling in the silence, you batted your eyelashes at him, ready to receive an immediate approval to get you a more expensive car, at this point you were sure you got him desperate enough by keeping him waiting to get you anything you want.

"If you needed a ride you could've came over earlier today to join us~", you hit his soaked chest lightly a couple of times, "Grow up! You know what i meant."

"Careful, baby, i'm all wet~ and you areeeee...", He held your fist with one palm and ran the other down your body, stroking circles with his veiny hand around your clothed private parts, "Oh~ also wet~"

You gave in to his touch impulsively and threw your head back to lay on his shoulder as his movements kept teasing that sensitive part, you pulled it together for an instant to ask him, "...So what do you say ?"

"Shhhhh we'll discuss the details later, but for now, i will take my payment in advance, okay ?"

He wasn't asking.

Ran Haitani don't ask, he informs you of the program and that means it's final, you couldn't argue either way when a sharp moan left your throat the moment you tried to speak, the friction Ran's hand got busied with was getting pleasurable.

"Thaaaaat's it... now you're getting me, baby...", As the teasing little shit he was, Ran moved from your private zone and just as you were about to complain, in a flash, turned you around for a filthy kiss.

In a swift move, the Bonten executive hastily stripped you while making sure not to break the kiss that got messier and more heated. You find yourself dragged inside the walk-in shower, your back  immediately hitting the glass, you can tell and see how really worked up Ran was getting, which by experience that can only mean it was gonna be a rough session.

Ran's arms roamed your body needily, which can only prove your theory right, he just can't survive that long without you, he began frotting at your hole, making your breath hitch, his grunts in your ear only got you needier.

The water was fell down your body, rinsing all but your sins, your arms clung on Ran's broad shoulders during your sloppy makeout as he carried you, still pinning you against the cloudy glass.

The man supported your weight with one hand and put down the other to jerk himself off a couple of times, lining it at your entrance, and pushing down his cock slowly. You could see stars from your position, the hardest part about playing tough with Ran is that he is so damn addictive, the shape of him inside you, his naked touch, the taste of his lips, he was the nicotine to your perfect life plans, you were supposed to make him miss you by denying his advances but you missed him more, how could you not when he show you heaven on earth.

He almost instantly set a brutal pace with no empathy in the world for you, probably, no, definitely enjoying the sound of your cries and voice cracking at the piercing feeling. Your eyes welled up with tears at the inconsiderate start, his brother is much more gentle, you thought.

At first glance, the brothers switch personalities when it comes to their intimate life, you discovered that when you had a one night stand with the famously sadistic and unapproachable younger one, thinking it'll be another bed-breaking Haitani style hardcore sex, to your shock, you passed the sweetest love making session with Rindou you ever experienced, and Ran still don't know about it.

You can't imagine how any more rough he can get when jealous, if this is just his regular horny days that's tearing you apart, that very thought was cut short when that special spot was being pounded against, the Roppongi king's dick was throbbing inside you, he was really close to coming.

"A-Ah… Ah… Ran..."

"What ?"

"I-I want it- pink... the c-car! ♡"

"Fuck...", Just when you thought it was impossible, his pace got faster and you can feel your own orgasm approaching, tugging tight on Ran's hair as he left bite marks on your shoulder.

With one last thrust, you came undone on his cock as he pulled out immediately after, splashing his cum between your thighs. You both stood there catching your breath for a moment, the dopamine rush wearing off.

He kissed your cheek and put you down, your legs wobbling from pain that you still had to hang on tight to Ran, who got back to his smoothtalker attitude straight away.

"That felt sooo good that i might buy you two cars instead, Sugar ♡".

@sagephilosophie

[spitgobbler]

Hold The Leash Tight.

Leon takes home a older puppy hybrid, not knowing what was in store for him when he comes home one day with another’s scent on him.

pairing: older puppy!fem reader x RE2!Leon Kennedy

tags: dog/puppy hybrid, handjob, usage of owner, dirty talk, subby leon, praise, possessiveness/jealousy

It was so unfair the way your owner would tell you goodnight after his showers, his cheeks flushed from the warm water and grey sweats hung low on his hips with a tempting dick print right on display. Oh god, his biceps in his white tees, you wanted to bite them, sink your canines in gently and let others know that he is your owner.

But to be honest, Leon didn’t feel like your owner. It seemed like he let the leash slip from his grasp, at least in this moment.

“I’m back from my run.” Leon calls out a little breathless, sliding his athletic shoes off with a huff.

Your ears flick up from where you laid across the couch on your tummy, tail slowing to a stop and laying flat on the cushion. You sniffed, and then sniffed again.

He smelt like a puppy and that plucked at your possessive doggy heart. Why did he need a pup? Sure, you may be considered an older puppy, but you still had plenty of energy too.

“Do you want—“ Leon’s words are cut off as you’re on him, tongue lapping at the sweat on his neck. Cheeks flushing not just from his run but from you. You’ve scented him before but never like this.

Hands snaking around his form to hold him to you, his dick is already hard against your hips from his run.

You lather his neck with your saliva to spread your scent on him before grazing his skin with your canines making him groan.

“E-Easy girl, what’s going on?” Leon questioned, trying to sounding stern, but it didn’t really work.

Humming softly, your wet muscle moved to his collarbone, coating it in saliva as well. “Smell like a pup.”

His brow raised before he realizes, explaining through his breathlessness. “H-Hah, it’s cause I met another hybrid and their owner.” And he smiles, thinking it cleared the air when it didn’t.

Ears flicking up, you growled softly and started sucking harshly against his sensitive neck, decorating his fair skin with the prettiest marks of possession.

Leon whimpers slightly, heat pooling in his abdomen as he began to caress your ears, attempting to soothe you. “You’ve never scented me like this before…”

Nothing really made sense to him, you usually weren’t like this, no, you were always on the calmer side. Today though, everything was more possessive and dominant and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it or didn’t think about it before.

“M’doing it like this because you smell like a bitch right now.” You hissed, possessiveness flaring up at the smell of another female on him.

“I just,” He stammers, mind all mushy as he tries to speak. “I thought you’d maybe like a friend to play with.”

A chuckle escapes as you begin to palm his hardened cock against his sweats. “I don’t want no pup to play with, I’m a grown woman. I wanna play with you, owner.”

Leon gasps, his forehead resting down onto your shoulder as you palm him, icy blue eyes fluttering shut.

“O-Oh god…” His breath hitches. “Okay… okay, we can play.”

The corners of your lips curl into a smile, canines flashing as he weakens at your touch, one arm snaking around him to support him.

His body flushes and begs for more, evident in the way his hips press and shift into your palm.

Leon’s voice comes out as a whine, his hands finding purchase on your hips as he gives in to his desires. Shivers rolling down his spine from the pleasurable touch, his sighs combined with your current possessive streak causes you to reach in and grasp his leaky cock.

“Good owner.” You cooed to him, speaking as if he was the one with the floppy puppy ears and wagging tail, not you.

The sweaty muscles on your owner tense as his fingers curl tighter around your hips. “W-What are you doing?”

“You said we can play, owner.” Your voice a tease, pulling his cock out causing Leon to hiss at the cold air.

A moan escapes at the sight, tail wagging behind you. It was all setting your body on fire. Each whine, whimper, and moan, even the way his cheeks flushed.

With a gentle hand, you made soft strokes, barely fanning the fire in his tummy.

He nods, the two of you still by the front door as you work him oh-so teasingly slow. “Mmh, right… I did.”

Leon’s pretty blue eyes flutter with each caress and tease, his tummy tensing and he begins to fuck into your fist with a whine.

“Ah, fuck, fuck…” His body shudders, burying his flushed face into your neck as hips rocked back and forth, back and forth.

Pulling your hand away, you giggle at the way his hips stuttered and chased after your hand, whining when that delicious pleasure was taken away.

“Don’t worry owner, I’ll take such good care of you just how you do for me.” You reassure and all he can do is hope you mean it, his throbbing dick desperate for release.

Leon’s mind is a blur and all he can register is the way you spit a fat glob of saliva onto your palm before it’s smearing all over his pretty cock, getting it nice and wet.

Soft shlick shlick shlick noises echoing his apartment and it makes your tail wag harder, the way you now owned your owner making the gusset of your panties to be all messy with arousal.

Hand gliding over his aching cock easier now and gorgeous moans spill out from his plump lips.

“Yes… yes.” Leon whines.

Rubbing your palm over his sensitive leaky tip before stroking him firmly and he whimpers into your neck, his hips moving once more to fuck his fat cock into your hand.

“Aww, owner! You’re just as needy as those puppy boys I seen from my days in the center.” You crooned, tail swishing behind you.

He shakes his head, sweaty blond hair tousling as your owner tried to deny it. “I-I’m not…”

“Oh but you are,” You respond in a tease, hand jerking his cock faster making him choke out a moan. “Bout to cum all over my hand with that greedy dick of yours.”

Leon knew it was pointless to deny that, with the way his cock was weeping pathetically and his hips moving eagerly, all he could do was whimper prettily for you.

“That bitch couldn’t do this to you the way I can, you know? What’s so good about a puppy when I’m right here?” You voiced in a low growl, soft hand fisting his cock.

“I-It wasn’t like that,” His chest heaves and he slips his arms around you for more stability. “M’Sorry… just please, please let me cum.”

His words make you chortle and you nudge his head away from the crook of your neck to lick at his mouth. “My handsome owner.”

Leon’s cock kicks in your hand, pink supple lips parting for your long doggy tongue to invade. Spit swapping in a sloppy kiss as you bite his lower lip gently with a moan of your own.

“Come on, owner.” Rubbing your palm over his messy cock tip between long firm strokes, his abdomen tightening as he moans lowly and into a whimper. “Be a good boy.”

His fingers grasps the back of your shirt, brows furrowing as he felt the pool of arousal overflow and his climax washes over him intensely.

“I’m a good boy, m’your good boy.” Leon slurs, his fat greedy cock spurting warm thick ropes of his seed into your palm, his hips slowing as you gently jerk out the last few spurts.

Pressing soft kisses and licks against his face as his body trembles against yours, legs weak from the mind numbing release and the run from earlier. Leon sighs, nuzzling into you.

Your eyes soften, ears relaxing as you drink in his blissed state, jealousy fading away for now. “You smell so good now,”

Leon panted and nodded before groaning, his cock twitching to life again when he watches your long doggy tongue lap and clean his cum off your fingers.

“Hah, fuck… don’t do that.” He complained with a whimper. “G’nna make me want more.”

A giggle bubbles from your throat as you kissed him, letting him taste himself on your tongue. “Told you you’re greedy like those puppy boys at the center!”

[b0xerdancer-writes]

It Wasn't Supposed To Happen Like This Part 6

Eris x Rhy's Sister! Reader

Summary: Eris used to be attached at the hip to Rhysand’s younger sister. Now that he has taken over as High Lord of the Autumn Court, his father’s old high table have been pressuring him to take a wife, he comes up with the brilliant lie that he's already courting someone and has been for several years now. Eris asks Rhysand’s little sister, the best way to get away with it and make it believable, to fake court her.

Warnings: Elain and Mor slander, cussing 18+, some nsfw lean but no sex scenes yet, alcohol, parental abuse, death, murder, arguing. Not proofread.

Trope/Prompt: Fake Dating

Word Count: 4,644

Notes: Let the ball begin.

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A few weeks later I awoke to a soft knock on my bedroom door. I had been sleeping soundly with the small hound curled into my side, however the small knock was enough to wake her up. I had named her Brandy like the drink my mate was so fond of, she stretched and licked my face to wake me further just as the door squeaked open. Lucien laughed as I groaned and picked Brandy up off of me.

Wait…

Lucien?

Lucien!

Lucien had been out in Autumn Court helping Eris with preparations for the festival for about a week and a half now. His return was a surprise to me and I shot up from the comfy spot I had created.

“Lucien! What the fuck? When did you get back? You arse! You could have told me you’d be back today, I would have had breakfast made!” I growled at him, had he not had Brandy tucked into his arms I would have chucked a pillow at his face.

He laughed back at me and smiled brightly, his hair pulled up in a messy bun and dressed in  a cream colored sweater, some comfy loose flowy  pants that poofed around his knees from his riding boots, a small tabard for the dagger i had gifted him the first birthday he had that I had seen him since he had escaped to the Spring court. He smiled brightly and looked around my room where gift bag upon gift bag was piled up. 

“We finished preparations a day earlier so Eris sent me back here to make sure everything was good and you were ready for tomorrow, He just got his suit last week and didn't need to get it altered by the way. I see he got a bit carried away with his little gifts.” He scratched brandy behind her floppy little ears and let out a small chuckle as she whined whenever he stopped.

“Honestly these are all from throughout the week you've been gone. I just haven't had a chance to go through all of them yet. I mean do we have anything to do today? You could help me, Luc!” I tilted my head at him and he sat Brandy on the floor.

“Well then let's get to it we have a lot to go through, I’ll go get us some coffee and some breakfast sweets from that bakery you like down the road, while you get dressed and ready for the day.” He dismissed himself from the room and I could hear the click of his boots on the floor as he made his way back to the front of the house. 

“Hey Luc? Can you take Brandy on her morning walk since you're going out?” I yelled down after him and Brandy barked excitedly. 

“Yep! I got you sister!” He whistled for Brandy who raced out of the room after the ginger male. 

I heard the jingle of him clipping her leash followed by the click of the door shut. I forced myself out of bed and into the bathroom to freshen up for the lazy day, I moved my hair from my face and slipped into my closet. Once I had changed into some comfy clothes I sat criss-cross on the floor and began  digging into one of the bags, the dress I would be wearing tomorrow was neatly hung on my closet door and was a looming reminder of what tomorrow could mean for me and Eris. Lucien returned just as I was beginning to sink into my own thoughts, Brandy was the first to greet me as she climbed her way into my lap.  Lucien sat our two cups of coffee on my vanity table and joined me criss-cross on the floor.

The three of us went through bag after bag of gifts, Brandy helping the best she could by being our clean-up team: Her job? To tear up every loose scrap of tissue or wrapping paper that didn't stay in the distinct pile me and Lucien had created. The gifts were unpredictable, the variety too large to guess, still Lucien and I tried our best. So far it had ranged everything from a bottle of wine and nice glasses to drink from and small pieces of jewelry to toys for Brandy, decor pieces to make the small apartment more obviously themed like the Autumn Court, and some very obviously expensive pieces like the last bag I had just opened. Wrapped in shimmery copper paper and tied with a dark green bow, the box was light and Lucien hummed loudly.

“What do you think it is?” He chirped

“Hmmmm, my guess is going to be something for the dance tomorrow, it's the newest present that just came in yesterday.” I hummed back in response.

Pulling the large bow, it untied itself effortlessly, I removed the lid. Just as quickly as I had peaked inside I slammed the lid closed. Lucien looked up at me startled.

“What is it?” He leaned forward trying to grab the box from me to peek inside himself. I swatted his hand and hissed.

He pulled his hand back with a faux-shocked look on his face as he gaped at me. I opened the box again and stared at the jewelry within it. Lucien stared at me expectantly and I tossed the lid into the trash pile, Brandy growling at it as it almost fell out.

“No… he didnt.”Lucien gasped and covered his mouth, the metal eye whirring as his eyes widened.

My eyes darted between the box and Lucien.

“Oh you have him hooked. Seriously hooked.” Lucien mumbled and grabbed a sip from his coffee. 

“What do you mean Lucien?” I hissed.

“That, sister, is from the vaults of the autumn court. I saw it earlier this week when I went down there with Eris looking for a piece of art he wanted hung up in the main hall for the dance.”

He murmured as he took another sip to be dramatic.

“Oh.”I mumbled, stunned.

“Oh is right, he's wrapped around your finger hun.” Brandy deposited one of her new toys in his lap and he threw it out in the hall for her.

In the box, nestled on a silky pillow the same color as the bow, was a gold diadem decorated in branches and leaves with a ruby in the center of the point that came between your brows and it somehow matched the cuffs and necklace he had bought me earlier. Beside it was a folded note, written in the familiar cursive scrawl I knew as Eris.

“All preparations have been completed for the festival, Lucien has been a major help in setting everything up while I've been in meeting after meeting. I’m sure you are able to recognize this piece is older, I spied it while in the vaults with Lucien, while I admit it was not my intention at the time to be in the vaults for this piece and I was in fact there for an ancient painting that has been passed down in my family. After I had left the vaults the piece you hold now refused to leave my mind, I imagined how well it would match the cuffs and necklace you will be wearing with your dress for the festival in two days time, I would be honored if you wore this with those accessories as well. It would send a message to all my advisors and those I wish to see replaced, I know it seems a lot and it will take everyone by surprise to see you wear a crown from autumn but my mother had it crafted as a gift for whatever female I decided I was going to court, so it will see its use in you. I will be forced to wear my own similar crown due to my duties as High Lord, so it will make us match even more and present a further unified front to the people of my court who doubt me and pressure me into taking a wife. I thank you in advance my dear. Love, Eris.” I read aloud.

Lucien stared back at me with wide eyes as he prompted my response.

I didn't give one, simply picked up the diadem and rose to my feet. I stood in front of the mirror on my vanity and placed the small gold band on my head, then looked at Lucien with tears in my eyes. He smiled sadly.

“You’ll look like a High Lady tomorrow. Mother save him, Eris will have you decorated and on display more than Rhys does with Feyre.” He huffed with the slightest smile.

I took the crown off and gently sat it on my vanity next to the other jewelry I would be dressed in tomorrow. “Honestly Luc… I think I’m okay with that. I mean it will get suspicion off of Eris, and show him the lengths I'm willing to go for him. Fuck, maybe it will even cause the bond to snap for him, a girl can hope right? If it doesn't go well then I still get to have my fun and imagine what it would be like, right Luc?” I mused at him, sadly at first but then excitedly as I processed the information myself.

He simply smirked at me. “Sure thing, Sister. All I’m saying is, I called it~”

We spent the rest of the evening in the living room burning the tissue paper in the fireplace, eventually Lucien stood and announced he was going to start making dinner. Our night stayed uneventful as we both took our places either side of the table to eat, Lucien eventually herding me to his room to show me the outfit he would be wearing and to show me the trinkets he had brought back himself. Brandy eventually stumbled into the room tripping on her own ears with a big yawn, I collected her from the floor and she whined softly, eagerly awaiting bed.

Lucien chuckled as I dismissed both Brandy and myself from the room, he wished us both a goodnight and closed the door behind us. I had installed steps for Brandy, courtesy of Lucien, so she could climb up and down from my bed as she wished; however due to her size and tendency to trip on her own ears from time to time, often enough I just picked her up to help her up and down. I had sat her in a faux-fur blanket and she began immediately curling into a ball. I couldn't blame her, tomorrow was going to be a long day and she would be joining me; Eris had gifted her an elegant collar that had been lined with fur padding, a deep wine red collar that had small maple leaves embroidered into it, and a little copper maple leaf tag hung from it. I changed into a night slip and joined her in the warm covers, the second I laid down she curled into my side and I dismissed the faelights. 

I awoke earlier than I normally did, the dark of the sky just beginning to dim, to find Lucien finishing up his hair in the mirror and he offered to take Brandy out for her morning walk while I got ready myself. Passing him the sleepy pup, he gave me a soft smile and disappeared down the dim hallway, only lit up by one small faelight we used to make sure we didn't trip on any of Brandy’s toys when it was dark inside the house. I  slipped into the bathroom around him and leaned down to draw a bath, only to find the bath freshly drawn and warmed to the perfect temperature. Lucien and I had this habit, since we knew the others daily routine so well, from small things like fresh cups of coffee prepared to the perfect temperature with all the fixings in it we had wanted to things such as this, all in favor of making the others day easier for them; it had come to us naturally being roommates for awhile now and even before that when he was small, we would exchange small trinkets like something he found in the gardens and I would bring him a treat from Night Court the next time I saw him. 

Lucien returned about half an hour later, a few minutes after I had decided to finally leave the warmth of the bath, now feeling clean and fresh enough to look like the soon-to-be high lady Eris was wanting me to play. I wrapped a fluffy towel around me  and slid into my room, slipping on my undergarments and finally stepping into the A-line skirt I had fallen in love with weeks ago. 

Lucien knocked softly at the door. “Will you need any help with fastening the dress closed Sister?” 

Lucien’s new nickname for me rarely caught me off guard anymore unless he was using it to tease me for what he claimed was Eris’s obvious affections.

“Yes please, actually I could use it now.” I chirpped over my shoulder.

The door clicked open and Lucien stepped in quietly and began fiddling with the clasps on the back. “You know all the high lords will be there tonight right? It's the first holiday or festival hosted in the court since Eris became High Lord. All eyes will be on you two.”

I could hear his genuine worry for me in his voice. “I know Luc, I’ll be okay, Eris will be okay. We’ve got this handled.” I smiled over my shoulder at him and he offered me a unsure smile back,

“I know,” he sighed “I just worry about you two, you two are some of the only family I have, save for Jurian and Vassa.”

I raised my brow at him, he hadn’t mentioned any dealings with the two recently, though I knew the affections he harbored for the two when they comforted after Tamlin sent all of his stuff to the manor south of the Spring Court. 

“Will they be there today or tonight as well?” I offered him the ability to further discuss them.

“They should be, during the day at least. That's why we expanded the festival partially, so Vassa could also enjoy it while it also making a statement about Eris’s dedication to the court.” he seemed to brighten up a bit as he got distracted talking about the two.

He sat on the bed and Brandy scrambled to try and climb up the stairs, but when she failed and tripped over her ears Lucien ultimately ended up moving her into his lap. He continued to ramble about some need to know stuff that was seen as customary in the Autumn Court, amongst other subjects, I slipped on the golden cuffs, clasped the necklace around my neck and straightened it out, followed by the ring Eris had gifted me. I slipped on some surprisingly comfortable yet stylish black pumps that had gold detailing on the heels. I grabbed the collar from my vanity and turned to where Lucien was holding Brandy, he unclasped her old collar with a loud gasp and she leapt from his lap, bounding across my bed we both laughed at her antics until she finally calmed and I was able to slip the new one on around her neck.

Lucien stood and ushered me into the vanity chair, he refused to let me do my own hair for events if he had any say in it. He lost himself in styling it before finally setting the golden diadem on my head with a nod, he picked up the container of kohl I had and began lining my eyes with it. Once he had finished, we clipped Brandy into her leash and I picked her up in my arms, she seemed so proud of her new collar. We slipped from our apartment and the wards of the locks clicked into place behind us, he helped me down the stairs slowly making sure none of the tulle or silk got caught.  Once we were on the sidewalk I realized the many citizens of Velaris that were out walking around, the sun now early in the sky still well before noon, had their eyes on me and were whispering back and forth with each other with eager smiles on their faces. I knew what they were thinking, Lucien had graciously pointed it out to me yesterday, Oh how I was going to enjoy the look on Rhys’s face when he saw me tucked into Eris’s side; Azriel would probably be told to take a breather by Rhys unless they brought Elain, she might be able to keep him calm. 

Lucien tucked me and Brandy into his side, though I could have winnowed us myself Lucien was adamant about me preserving my energy as I ‘have a long day ahead’. Much Like Eris’s winnowing Lucien’s was warm like the caress of heat you would get from sitting beside a bon-fire, but it was unique in itself as it felt like it glittered or shined, that instead of bending the world around him the light and sun rays bent to his whim. Before I could even blink we had appeared in the Autumn Court, the smell of spices and cider filled the air and filled me with a warm familiarity that made my chest ache for Eris. It was only after I stepped out of Lucien’s side that I realized where we stood, the small clearing where me and Eris had once called our sanctuary had been turned into a private garden, a large hedge lined the outer edge of the clearing and led towards the forest house a short distance away. 

Only then as I looked around did I realize Eris had the entire clearing decorated in soft fae lights, a sculpted bench sat in the place the old wooden log had, the sir had a soft chill to it and reminded me why I loved this place as much as I did. Lucien stiffened beside me as I sat Brandy on the forest floor, leash clipped neatly to the padded collar, she barked happily in the way of the opening in the hedge that led towards the house. 

When my attention drifted towards the gorgeously carved archway, there stood Eris wide-eyed in a suit that matched my dress: primarily black, with the same flame effect of my underskirt on his waist coat. I swallowed sharply and smiled at him, my chest pounded and the bond throbbed with how perfect he looked, with how obvious it would be to all others he was mine.

He gathered his composure and stepped forward, hugging Lucien who dismissed himself through the way Eris had just come, then turned to me and brought my hand to his lips and he bowed softly. 

“Cauldron save me, you look gorgeous, just the image I wished to present to my court. Thank you for doing this my lady.” 

I smiled softly, feeling heat begin to creep into my face and a throb in my chest. “Mother above Eris, you call me gorgeous yet have you looked in a mirror? You are the epitome of a High Lord!”

He smiled back at me softly, pulling me into a tight hug he sighed softly. “No I mean it Darling, Thank You, tonight would have been so much harder without you beside me. At least now I’ll avoid having to deal with my father’s advisors barking at me to keep my eyes peeled for a pretty female.”

I leaned my head against his chest and sighed, taking in his warm scent. “No worries Eris, like I promised, I’m here if you need me. No matter what. You need me to face every high lord in Prythian all at the same time while posing as your girl? So be it I’ll deal with their eyes on me, no prob.”

I heard him chuckle softly and relax in my arms, Brandy however was not pleased with the fact she was not getting any attention and was adamant about letting us know it. He released me from his hold and looked down at the small hound, with his hands on his hips.

“I hear you mam!”  He turned back to me again. “What did you end up naming her?” he kneeled down and scratched behind her long ears.

“Brandy.” I smiled gently watching the scene unfold in front of me.

He snorted as he giggled, Brandy moving to nibble at his hand. “Fitting, she's got the spice of a fire brandy. And it's good to see the collar fits her.”

He knelt there petting the small pup, while looking her over. “No health issues? No training issues?”

I shook my head. “No, I haven't had any issues with her at all. She's been well behaved.” 

He smiled and Brandy rolled over onto her belly. “Good, I figured she'd be a good blood line, her sire was Maple’s great-great grandpup.” 

I smiled brightly at the two on the forest floor. “I thought I recognized the spunk.” 

We both laughed and he rose from the floor, Brandy in his arms happily trying to get to his face, tongue lolling out and settling for just licking at the exposed skin of his arm. I took her from his arms and he offered me his arm, I linked mine and in unison we both took a deep breath. 

“To the promise we made all those years ago to never leave the other alone?” He looked down at me out of the corner of his eye.

I nodded. “To the leaves of Maple that were the only beings to hear our promise.” 

He nodded back at me and squared his shoulders. All those years ago, when we had made the deal that initially was just him  asking to never be left alone, I had extended it to be either way: that We would never leave the Other alone. It had been just us and the trees that day, and as we sealed the deal we had spoken those words to each other for the first time; a sharp sting followed by a dull throbbing on my ankle led me to discover the sight of two small maple leaves intertwined with eachother. Eris had grasped at his protruding hip bone just below where his belt was clasped around his waist, the location of his tattoo had caused my face to heat, just the thought of it today caused blood to rush to my face. 

In my dedication to Eris as my mate I had never chased after another male, had no interest in them either really. Of course I knew what would be asked of me as his wife, if had come to that at that time, but all I had ever really seen was my brothers after training, or the low slung pants of male’s at Rita’s that revealed just a little too much for my liking. It had often caused me to lose interest in the current objective that led to me seeing the other males, the bond aching in my chest reminding me of loyalty to Eris, often caused me to return to my room or apartment and escape into the books either within the library or in later years what Lucien and I had collected within our little apartment.  Every time we echoed the promise we had made back in the day, I was reminded very quickly of the tattoo on my ankle and the same one on his hip. I felt the heat in my face extended to my pointed ears as my eyes glanced over where the concealed tattoo would be before I straightened my back and looked forward.

Tonight would be hard, I decided. With Eris looking so perfect, the ache of want that had settled in my chest with a slow throb, and the heat in my face and chest that slowly moved lower and lower every time I glanced at Eris by my side.  The crunch of fallen leaves under my heels drew me back to reality as we neared the gardens of the first house, I could hear music and laughter from within the house. The halls had been closed off in a way Eris and I could make a grand entrance together through the second entrance into the grand ballroom. 

Our steps echoed against the halls as we walked in silence through the now warm halls of the Forest house, till we stopped right in front of a set of large wooden doors. The music and laughter was obvious on the other side of it, two guards looked back and forth between each other and then to Eris.

 Eris looked down at me with a worried smile. “Ready?”

“Ready.”I echoed.

 We both nodded at each other and then Eris nodded at the guards. Two finely dressed males with simple leathers on, a helmet in one arm and a sheathed blade at either side. They knocked firmly on the door once, the music and chatter from the other side becoming quiet as I heard a loud booming voice clear their throat.

“Introducing our High Lord of Autumn, Eris Vanserra,” soft cheering erupted but was quickly silenced again as the male continued, murmurs replaced the cheering. 

“And the female he has declared he will be courting: The Princess of Night Court herself!”  Whoops and hollers could be heard as the doors began opening slowly.

Eris and I took a deep breath, Brandy made herself comfortable yet regal looking in one of my arms. I let Eris lead us into the room of Prythian residents. Eris nodded and mouthed a thanks to the small male I now realized was the announcer.  We came to a stop a few steps in front of the announcer, and Eris  cleared his own throat unlinking his arm with mine. 

“Thank you all for being here, I simply wanted to start this celebration with a quick speech.” The way the light of the grand glass chandelier hit him I was breathless, he seemed like the only male in the room as he drew everyone's attention to him.

“As many of you know this is the first holiday I will be celebrating with you all as High Lord, but I would not have been able to do it if it wasn't for the female at my side and my dear brother Lucien, both of you helped me greatly even if you don’t know it. Secondly, I would like to thank the citizens of Autumn Court for believing in me as their new High Lord. My goal from the second I took over the throne has been to reform this court and with your help and dedication I have been able to begin working in that direction. Think tonight not only as a celebration of a holiday but also as a celebration for your hard work. Now please let me not continue to ramble on because I will with thanking you for every little thing that has made tonight possible, and continue your celebrations.” Cheers erupted and I smiled sweetly at Eris as I extended my hand to him which he took eagerly, Brandy cheering him on with her own little howls and bays.

A servant brought around small champagne flutes, both of us taking one as we clinked them together.

“To tonight?” I chirped.

“To us.” Eris echoed my tone, and we both took a sip from the glasses in our hands.

No, tonight wouldn’t be as difficult as I had thought, tonight would be fantastic. I had Eris at my side after all and if all the eyes on us had any indication how it was going so far, it was working.

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[jammed-out]

I Can't Resist

"I've had enough of you thinking you're a person. Here." Your master tossed something at you. It hit the floor skidding across it, stopping an inch from you. You looked down at it from where you were kneeling naked in front of him. "Put that on dog."

You looked down at it. It was a small brown leather dog collar, not even designed for humans. There was a small silver metal tag hanging off of it. You could see that it said "dog" on it. Nothing else. You looked up at them nervously.

"I didn't tell you to hesitate. I said put it on!" They said raising an eyebrow.

Tentatively you reached out one hand, the other kept tightly in your lap. Your fingers touched the leather, it was course and rough and wouldn't feel comfortable on the skin. You wondered how irritating it would be once tightened around your neck. You couldn't help but get a bit nervous and exited at the same time.

Master stomped over ripping the collar out of your hand. "When I tell you to do something. You do it dog!" They gripped your hair pulling your head back. "Or have you forgotten your place again?"

You stared up at their face and wondered how you hand ended up here, like this. Just a few weeks ago you were a top academic, going for your master's degree and now here you are, naked, kneeling before your Master, them ordering you like a dog. You had never even thought of having sex before Master and now you spent every night worshipping their body, doing whatever they told you. Of course they let you out during the day to go pretend that you were still a person, that you had a reason to get your degree, but after graduating you'd be nothing more than a house pet, born for breeding and pleasure.

Master knelt down grabbing the collar and wrapping it around the front of your neck. They pulled it tightly causing you to gasp and whimper, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. You could feel their hands methodically fastening the belt through the metal clasp pulling it shut. You felt them start to twist it around your neck, the leather scratching at your skin. A single tear fell down your cheek as you whimpered softly. You wanted to protest and complain but couldn't, you weren't a person.

While you were in Master's house, you weren't allowed to talk. Only people talk, and you were a dog. You weren't allowed to walk on two feet. Only people can do that, and you were a dog. You crawled. You weren't allowed to wear clothes, only people did that, and you were a dog. You were there to be used for pleasure and to sit and obey. Like a good dog.

They tag dangled on your chest, the cold metal pressing just above your collarbone. You swallowed dryly and felt the collar squeeze your neck back. You suddenly felt so aroused it was nearly unbearable.

"That's much better. Now you know you're mine." They looked you over frowning. "But you know what that means. We need to show the world. So..." They reached into their back pocket and pulled out a long leash. Your eyes went wide in fear. They couldn't possibly mean what you thought they meant.

"That's right dog. We're going to go for a walk. After all, you aren't a person, so why should you care how you look going out?"

You felt your arousal spike. The thought that you would be forced to go out looking like this, completely naked, for anyone to see, with only a collar and leash attached to you, it caused you to stick your tongue out and pant. Some part of you hoped none of your friends would see you like this, but the majority of you hoped they did. It would make things so much easier if everyone knew you were a stupid dog.

"Good dog. Now go fetch your tail and we'll get going."

You got down and started to crawl across the floor on your hands and knees. The sooner you had your tail shoved in your ass, the sooner everyone could see what a good dog you were. You could feel yourself dripping on the floor. You knew Master would make you lick that up before you went, only causing you to drip more. You were such a good dog. You were so lucky Master knew what you were after that first date together and you were even luckier, they knew how to make sure you'd never be a person again.

You grabbed your tail with your mouth wrapping your mouth around the plug and began to crawl back. Master stood there waiting, something small and round in their hand. "Good pet. But before we go." Their finger pressed down on the clicker, the loud pop ringing out through the room.

You felt yourself drop, pupils dilating, jaw going slack as you froze in place. You could hear Master reminding you that you were a dog, it echoed around your empty brain. They told you that you were going to see a friend now and you better behave. That good dogs behaved.

You could feel them start to push the plug into your ass, the tail snapping in place tightly with a pop. You didn't react at all. You could hear the click of the leash on your collar and the slight pull as they tested the connection. You just knelt there on all fours, unmoving, empty, waiting for a command.

"Come dog." You heard the click go off and suddenly everything came flooding back. You panted and eagerly hopped over to Master's side. You were so lucky Master found you when they did. It was dangerous for dogs like you to be left in the wild for too long. They needed to be taught to obey. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I hope you all enjoyed that one. Thank you to everyone who voted in the poll last week. I'm going to do a weekly poll with some conceptual ideas I have for things I wouldn't normally write. I'll be putting them up the same time as these, 5pm PST every Wednesday. So be sure to vote for what you want me to write, since the polls are going to be switching to a 24 hour window. And if you enjoyed this, feel free to check out my other writings on here, on ROM, or on Twitter, links in my pinned post.

[munv]

Hey!! I LOVE your "Immersing in Ecstasy" series! But sometimes I can't help but wonder what would be Shidou's reaction to Reader like,, lmaoo I just know it'll be funny😭😭

𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬 𝗝𝗘𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚

This is so real caus I’ve been brain rotting about this for months ever since I started the series

I got carried away and died mid way bookie 😞

You were lost, to put it simply. The two brats you call your younger brothers had “supposedly” gave you directions in your little sibling group chat.

And to be honest with yourself.. it was really stupid thinking you could depend on their asses. Seriously, now looking back on the messages they sent who says:

“Go wherever your brain takes you. You’re the older sibling” along the lines of some other sassy remarks you didn’t want right now.

The little shits didn’t know what was coming for them when you got back home. Once rin was out of blue lock and sae finished his interviews, they didn’t know what type of beating they were in for. This time you’d make sure to beat them with the belt buckle. For sure. You scoffed under your breath.

Finally making it into the clearing of what looked like a big room, you spotted a familiar face. “Oliver!” You called out. The male in question turned around to face you with a familiar smile. “[name]-san, when did you get here?” His Heterochromia eyes lit up at the mere sight of you.

“Nice to see you too, but we can catch up later. Where the hell is the brat?” You cracked you knuckles with a dead tone. “I have a bone if not two to pick with him as of now.” You approached.

He let out a small chuckle at your response. “I saw him near the blue lock members if I last remember. Especially your other lil baby” he rubbed his chin after thinking a bit “what was his name? Rinrin or somethin?”

Deciding the ignore the way he addressed your brother you moved on

“Thanks! I’ll make sure to catch up with you later right?” You gave him a light yet playful smile before getting ready to find your brothers. “Anytime pretty!” He yelled out watching you run off into the crowd.

It took you 5 minutes, 5 worthy fucking minutes of your life. Just so you could have rin and sae within your grasp. Well, that was the initial plan before you came across a little problem.

“Woah!” he laughed “so there’s three of you eyelash minions?” Infront of you was what you learnt to be your first brothers’ “pet”.

Rin was beside you fuming like a angry guard dog on patrol. While sae was..Sae. But you knew better than that and learnt over the years to decipher his moods.

The collection went on:

Happy sae, nonchalant sae, upset sae, jealous sae, and these all were equivalent to his resting bitch face. Other could tell the difference between his moods, you could. There was clearly a difference, and if you didn’t know any better you wouldn’t have realized sae was on guard right now as well.

You realized Oliver failed to mention that Sae and Rin had become somewhat acquainted with this..guy??

“Shut the hell up you pink haired freak. And back up, my sister won’t breathe the same air as you.” Rin retorted. You were flabbergasted..did you ever hear rin talk so vulgar towards anyone else than sae? For all you could know he must be cursing elementary schoolers behind your back!

“Fuck off eyelash junior, I’m more interested in her” he pointed at you with interest circling his pink irises. The male leaned closer with a wide smirk, which soon turned into surprise when he found that your hand was pushing his face away from you.

“Sae, get your fucking leash. And- EWWHATHEFUCK?!”

The male pushed against your hand with his tongue with a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Hey, I like you!” He practically sang

Rin grabbed your shoulder trying to drag you away from him, but it was like a case of tug of war with a real beast. “GET OFF?? PLEASE??” You begged. Yet it was all for naught when he used the same hand in his grasp to pull you closer and grab your waist.

He laughed like a maniac, and that’s when he’ll broke loose.

“LET GO YOU ANTENNA FREAK” rin yelled for what felt like the first time in weeks.

Sae being the ever so helpful brother he is, stood in shock at what would be your first meeting with Shidou. Where did he go wrong?? And why was the bug so attached to his precious sister?

“OHMYGOD SAE GET HIM OFF PLEASE!! DO SOMETHI- QUIT PULLING AND LET GO” you cried.

Safe to say it was posted on all social platforms in the next few hours. The sudden reveal of the itoshi brothers elder sister had come to light once again.

[headkiss]

hiiii can i request and Eddie or Steve x reader where r scrapes their knee really bad and either one won’t stop babying them til it heals? may or may not have scraped my knee really bad 🫣

hiii i went with steve for this one, hope that’s okay!! and hope your knee heals soon lovely <33 | 0.7k fluff, tw for blood !

Steve stays by the windows this time of day. He glances up at everyone that walks by, waiting to catch a glimpse of you.

You walk your dog every day, the same route and everything. When you were a kid, you’d promised that if you got the dog, you’d take care of it, and somehow, you kept that promise.

It’s a nice routine, getting to spend a little time outside, nothing but your footsteps on the sidewalk and the jingle of your dog’s collar.

It’s even better when Steve happens to be outside, when you get to pause and talk to him for a bit.

You’re in front of your house once more when your dog gets distracted by something, circling you and before you know it, the leash is tangled around your leg. When your dog tries to take off, you end up on your hands and knees on the ground with a curse, feeling the sting right away.

Pushing yourself back to sit down, you swear again at the scrape on your knee, the blood coming to the surface, quickly running in a red tear down your leg.

Remorseful, your dog sits next to you and whines. You scratch the fur behind its ears.

Steve, of course, sees the whole thing. First, the little flutter in his chest when he saw you walking by, then, the small panic at seeing you fall. Seeing you even remotely hurt.

He grabs his car keys from the table by the door (to look like he was going somewhere, not like he’d just been watching you) and heads outside.

“Hey, are you okay?” He calls, lightly jogging down his driveway to get to you.

His voice warms you at first. And then the embarrassment creeps in. You cover your face with your hands, and pull them away before replying, “I’m fine, I swear. It looks worse than it is.”

“Why don’t I grab my first aid kit anyway? You can come sit on the porch.”

He holds out a hand, and you grab it with the one that isn’t grasping the leash. Sparks shoot from your fingertips all the way up your arm, landing in a pulse in your chest.

“Thanks, Steve.”

It hurts to bend your knee too much, and you hiss as you stand. So what if you use that as an excuse to lean on him just a little more, to hold onto his hand a little tighter?

Steve helps you sit back down on the porch step, crouching down with you.

“I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod.

Steve walks inside, and once the door’s shut behind him, he all but runs to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit. He’s not sure what it is about you that has him scrambling to spend more time with you, all he knows is that there is something. That it’s sort of undeniable.

While he’s gone, you take a moment to breathe, to try and get over how embarrassed you are that he’s seeing you like this, how much you like being around him even in these circumstances. You press your palm to your forehead and shake your head. You’re a mess.

Steve comes back quickly, a small white box in hand and the sweetest smile you’ve ever known on his face. He’s so kind, he makes it difficult to keep feeling embarrassed.

“Here we go.” He sits down beside you and opens up the first aid kit, grabbing some wipes first.

“I can do it,” you offer. Because as much as you’d love his hands on you, him taking care of you, he really doesn’t have to.

“It’s alright. Let me,” he says, placing a gentle hand around your ankle.

Steve starts by wiping up the blood from your leg, then from around your wound. He’s as gentle as can be, his touch delicate, his voice soft when he apologizes anytime he catches you wincing.

Then, something to clean it, “this might sting a little.”

“Okay,” you practically whisper, afraid to break the softness of the moment. Afraid to mess it up.

He’s right, it does sting, and when you suck in a sharp breath, he’s quick to ease you, “I know, I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

And, well, how could anything hurt when Steve calls you sweetheart?

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for assuming my coworker is a toxic partner?

I, 22M, work in a big chain restaurant with a bunch of people my age. Recently, one of the bussers who’s been at this branch since it opened two years ago (I’m a relatively newer higher but not by much, just not og staff) turned 19 and revealed that he has started dating one of the other servers that he’s been friends with for a while, let’s call the two of them Busboy (19 ftm), and Server (21 MtNB)

I’ve got nothing wrong with Busboy. He’s a hard worker, a little odd sometimes, and he’s been with our location for a long time. He and Server are both original staff members and the two have done a lot together, especially after Busboy turned 18 in December of 2022. Server set up Busboy’s first tattoo appointment, they go to the movies all the time, and at work they keep things friendly but professional. Honestly, we all kinda thought they were already dating before Busboy told everyone

Recently, Server got fired because of a stupid management rule about tables that walk out without paying. It sucked, but Server wasn’t really the best waiter anyways and there wasn’t really any lost love. Another waiter, let’s call him Closer (24M), and his wife (23F) have started hosting game nights at their apartment with Closer’s sister and some of her friends. As far as I know, Busboy and Server have been frequent attendants and tbh it looks like a lot of fun. Closer sent a general invite to the work group chat and me and some other coworkers decided to head over tonight

When we got there, it was fine at first. We were mixing drinks (no drinks for Closer’s wife since she’s pregnant or Busboy since he’s underaged) and playing games when I see Busboy take Server’s drink from them and tell them to stop drinking. Server sort of nodded real small like and I don’t know, it set off an alarm bell in my head. To paint a picture, Busboy is a fit young white guy even if he doesn’t pass that well while Server is a fat Mexican person with a lot of acne and stuff like that. Busboy’s also been known to cite his alleged disabilities to get out of work from time to time and he’s picky when ordering around the other bussers at work. Regardless of him being a Trainer, it’s just off putting yk?

I keep watching them before I asked Server if they wanted to be on my team for a card game we all wanted to play. Server looked to Busboy for permission and Busboy gave me a strange look before slowly agreeing. When Server and I were off by ourselves, I asked them if everything was okay. They didn’t really give me an answer, just sort of shrugged and said that it wasn’t anything I can do. Can you see where I’m going with this?

While we played the game, Busboy got very loud and obnoxious, saying inside jokes that only he, Closer and Server would know from when they opened our restaurant location, frequently interrupted my team and chastised me for offering Server some of my lemondrop drink, saying: “can’t you see that they clearly don’t want any?”

And here’s where I may be the asshole, I said: “How about you shut up and ask him what he wants?”

I know, I misgendered Server on accident, and I corrected myself in the moment, but the room went silent and Busboy got really confused and said: “But i did?”

I asked him: “When? They’ve spent all night stuck to your side, it looks like you’ve got them on a leash.”

Closer made an inappropriate joke to lighten the mood, but Busboy looked really confused and kept asking everyone if that’s what it looked like. I said: “yeah, it does. [Server], what do you want to do?”

Server said; “I don’t know, man, what are we upset about?”

But when I tried to explain that Busboy was acting really suspicious all night, everyone started telling me that I was wrong and that this wasn’t true, that Busboy’s always like this. It didn’t make any sense to me! I asked if Busboy always micromanages how Server drinks and Closer said; “no, but it’s [Server]’s turn to drive the two of them home. Usually [Busboy] drives and it’s a long drive, but today they’re in [Server]’s car.”

I ended up leaving pretty soon after and I feel really silly about the whole thing. So, tumblr, Aita?

What are these acronyms?

[tadpolesonalgae]

The Pleasure Hall[*]

Au from the His (Mine.) universe but more along the lines of Filthy Mongrel

Summary: Reader sneaks away from Azriel and winds up in a sex club. Azriel gets pissed that reader escaped after he implicitly told her not to so decides to partake while simultaneously dolling out your punishment.

A/N: we love a little emotional vulnerability between enemies <3

Warnings: reader being a bit cruel to Azzie, basically a sex club, orgies, face sitting, pussy eating, exhibitionism, voyeurism, threesome fmf, femdom in parts, miscommunication which leads to slight dubcon but gets sorted out, some queer vibes (it’s June, what do you expect from me?), angst, 7.2k words

“Fuck off, Shadowsinger,” you snarl up at him as he bars the doorway. “I know how to handle myself.”

He doesn’t budge.

“Gods, why do you have to be such a dick? This is why the rest of the camp despises your filthy blood,” you growl, crossing your arms indignantly across your chest, wings twitching at your back. “What’s even the point of staying in a town like this if I’m not able to go out?” His brow narrows, “I’ll let you off your leash when you prove to be trustworthy.”

You snarl at the metaphor, hands balling into fists at your side. “So, what? I’m just expected to sit here while you go out and do whatever questionable things you came here to do?” You snap, brows narrowing in a scathing scowl. “That’s it,” he replies. Despite his unreadable expression, his voice is dripping with condescension. The kind he uses whenever it’s just the two of you and your twin’s out of the picture. “Now are you going to follow my instructions without hassle, or am I going to have to leave my shadows at the door?”

He’s such a dick. A piece of shit scum-bag.

“I don’t think you’re giving me a choice here,” you scowl, anger bubbling away beneath your skin. A glint of smug arrogance crosses his neutral gaze, “you didn’t bring a book to pass the time?” He delights in the furious flush that heats your cheeks. And after you’d assumed you’d both be tiptoeing around the events of your last trip.

Your gaze skips away from his, too embarrassed to focus on hurling abuse his way. “I’m not making the same mistake twice,” you manage, refolding your arms over your chest. He hums, the sound rough and sonorous. And so, definitely, self-satisfied. “Then I suggest you keep from making another mistake, and stay put.” You can hear the conceited drawl to his voice clear as day. How long is he going to hold that over you? Probably as long as he can, you think, miserably. You would were your positions switched.

Seething, you spin on your feet, stalking over to one of the beds before you take a seat atop it, legs crisscrossing as you keep your back to him. He lets you hear as he turns, about to leave, but not before you throw him a taunting look over your shoulder, “not going to take your things with you?”

Azriel stops in the doorway, brow narrowing as he looks over at you. Watch it. The gaze says. He doesn’t have to speak the words for you to read the message loud and clear. You hold his eyes, challenge glittering in their depths, and you can sense he’s just as eager as you for a spark to catch, a reason to unleash his silver-tipped tongue. Maybe more.

But he knows his responsibilities, so leaves it at that. The door shuts behind him, shadows dancing beneath the wood long after he’s left, suggesting he’s left them on guard. It doesn’t occur to you it might be for your own safety, rather than as a preventative for your escape. It doesn’t occur to you that scaling down the tavern’s wall well past sundown will invite nothing but trouble.

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You’re sure you’ve been wandering the streets for hours, feet getting a little sore from refusing to take the bastard’s advice to bring proper walking boots - out of pure spite. But the town’s pretty, fae lights decorating every street with a pleasantly warm glow you’re unaccustomed to. It’s a jarring change compared to the sharp ice of Windhaven.

A group of females stumbles past you, loud, warm laughter drawing your attention as they tipsily sway their way along the street. You’re stunned at their skimpy clothes, small strips of fabric lacing over their pristine bodies, wearing shoes that are accented with sharp points on the heel. So promiscuous.

You turn, following after the group, smoothly blending into their small party as they move toward a cleaner looking establishment to the one you’d escaped from. Among the bright, sparkling colours and slips of fabric, you stick out like a sore thumb, yet the group seems a little too far gone to notice their additional member as they enter the luxurious looking building.

The inside is scented with a smokey but floral flavour, something resembling morning fog rolling thick across the floor. It worries you at first, but the group of females seem unperturbed, so you take it to be fine. Then they’re pushing through two large doors, framed with elegant - and shockingly lewd - carvings.

What on this realm have you found?

The entrance reveals an astonishingly large room that seems to ooze obscenity: beautiful paintings decorate the walls depicting various erotic acts, stunning marble figures set throughout the hall, Fae engaging in pornographic activities together. Naturally, you’ve read about these immoral rooms, yet to be confronted with the reality of one is a whole new flavour of debauchery.

You’ve hardly stepped foot in the feasting hall, dripping with satyric opportunity, when a large hand is biting into your shoulder. You tear your eyes from the licentious display, only to be met with icy hazel. You freeze when you recognise the Shadowsinger’s cold demeanour, displeasure subtly lining his expression as he drags you from the hall, back to the streets.

“Get off me you brute!” You snarl, jerking your wrist from him once the night air smacks some sense into you. It takes a little while longer to rid your mind of the heady scent of arousal that had been coating the air, turning it thick until you could taste it on your tongue. He turns, and you know he’s furious with you. He’s just perfect at concealing his rage.

“I gave you one simple instruction,” he growls.

Almost perfect.

You scowl, “I believe that’s your fault for having lax security measures. How are you going to monitor the door, but not the window, you dumb mutt?” Your mind is still a little hazy from the smoke, but you attempt to lock your eyes on his.

It’s then he looks at you properly. His brow narrows as he moves closer, and you instinctively take a step back but those damned shadows are bracing your hips, keeping you still as he prowls forward. He moves like he’s about to touch you, hands moving for your jaw when he jerks back, nostrils flaring, nose wrinkling. Your brow furrows, “what?”

His expression neutralises but you can make out the slight grimace. You’re confused, until you lift the fabric of your top to your nose, inhaling. A cough bursts from your throat at the harshness of the scent, sharp and arousing. “Mother above,” you curse. Azriel smacks your hand away, making the material drop back against your skin, “stop inhaling more of it.”

Under any other circumstances, you would curse at him, spit out something obscene, but you’re too foggy at the moment, “what is it? It’s so…”

“Sharp? Tangy?” He suggests, practically glaring at you with distain.

“…messy.” The male’s brow narrows, seemingly muttering something to himself before he’s turning, moving down the streets. “You stumbled straight into a pleasure hall, what did you expect?” You flush at the crude words coming from his irritably eloquent mouth. “I did not stumble,” you insist, moving after him when his shadows push you into motion. “You most certainly did. There was hardly an ounce of awareness in you mind at what you were doing. You never think,” he growls.

“That’s rich coming from you,” you snarl, catching up with him, scampering to get slightly ahead of his hard pace. He spares you a heated glare from the edge of his cool hazel eyes but continues on his path. You grit your teeth as he ignores you, speeding your pace until you’re set in front of him, “you know, since you’re the one who lost his cool last time,” you snap, jabbing your finger out.

His shadows curl around your waist, tugging you out of his way as he refuses to slow, completely set on his path, eyes straight ahead.

Your jaw drops open as he tosses you aside, disregarding you entirely. Fury surges in your gut as you steady yourself after being so unceremoniously tossed away. You steel your spine as you spin on your feet, turning to storm back into the streets, away from him.

No sooner do you take a determined step away from him, his shadows snag around your waist, harshly tugging you to follow him. You gasp as they squeeze a little too tightly, a little too suddenly, shoving the air from your lungs. Desperately, you scrabble for escape, fingers trying to wriggle beneath the darkness but they just faze through.

“Shadowsinger,” you snarl, attempting to dig your heels into the ground but he drags you forward mercilessly. You push forward, storming to catch the back of his ankle, aiming for the seem of his boot but he side-steps, moving and capturing your wrist. He tugs you against him harshly, glaring down at you beneath a narrowed brow.

“You’re being an asshole,” you snarl, now that he’s finally giving you attention. “Considering the moment you sneak out you’re looking to fuck the night away, I think I was right to have you stay in,” he growls back at you, hand tightening painfully around your wrist. “I was just looking around! You’re making it out to be something it’s not,” you snap, continuing to try to pull out of his dominating grip. “Please,” he drawls, as he jerks you closer, your body pressing firmly against his own, “you looked like you were ready to jump into the lap of the first male you saw.”

Your eyes widen, “I did not!” Heat flushes your cheeks and you want to shrink away from him but he holds fast. Your lip curls back from your teeth, pushing back against him, refusing to be overpowered, until you’re practically sharing breath. “You’re just like all the other Illyrians,” you growl, tipping your chin so you’re glaring him in the eyes, “you can’t bare the idea of a female with agency. Having a will of her own.”

His eyes darken into frozen blades of ice, “I have no problem with females having autonomy. It’s you that’s the issue.”

“Like I’ll believe a single word that comes out of your stupid mouth,” you scoff, feeling that familiar heat of aggression rising for him. His fist tightens, forcing a wince out of you but you refuse to step back.

Azriel’s words are lethally soft as he gazes down at you, “you’re saying, had I not intervened, you would have turned from the pleasure hall?” He expects you to deny the accusation for the sake of the argument, to at least flush at the reminder. But instead you shove yourself against him, so he can feel the soft push of your breasts against his chest as you snarl, “I would do no such thing.”

You tilt your chin, staring him down menacingly, “I would have spent the night enjoying myself, rather than being cooped up in that dull room with only you for pitiful company.” Tension winds and coils around his bones, tightening like rope suspending a counterweight. “I do not believe you were calling my company pitiful when you had your legs spread for me like a desperate whore.” You push up onto your tiptoes, breasts dragging deliciously over his chest until your mouth is brushing his, “you pounced the first chance you got, Shadowsinger, so who’s the real whore between us?”

The fight you put up is mouth-watering. It’s a rare delight he gets to partake in. Seldom does he allow himself this loose, but your aggression is so appetising, the mere suggestion of confrontation a luxury he normally refuses to indulge in. But it’s so irresistibly decadent, the fire you bring to him to feed off, how is he expected to endure you?

He doesn’t.

His hand snakes round your waist, pulling your hips tight against his own, “do you wish to put that to the test?” He can practically feel the thrum of your heartbeat at the sinister suggestion. He knows you’re going to stumble straight into his trap, unable to resist his temptation. It’s much more enjoyable if he can manipulate you into giving into him, convincing yourself that it’s of your own volition you’re crawling to his will.

“What do you have in mind?”

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You hadn’t expected him to lead you back to the pleasure hall, hand circled tight around your wrist, shadows twining up your forearm. You hadn’t expected him to drag you into the midst of hedonism, nor for him to be the one to push away your clothes. And most of all, you hadn’t expected him to back away once you were left in your underclothes, a charmingly wicked grin dancing over his mouth. “Let’s see how quickly you lose yourself, shall we?” And then he had blended away into the synchronised thrum of beautifully carved fae bodies, swept away in the rhythmic flow of seducing depravity.

Now you’re left, seemingly entirely alone, caught between the frames of revelling creatures, enjoying themselves in ways you haven’t had the chance to even think up. Before you know it, you’re being swept away, hands landing on the sweep of your hips as a body presses against your back, between your wings. A hot mouth is opening over your throat, kissing up the side of your neck, stopping beneath your jaw to nose at your scent.

The heady arousal that’s fogging the air whisks away your defences, even your instincts are crumbling beneath the sinful beat of movement. The lessons you’ve been taught since birth - wings like yours are sacred, gifted only to the Illyrians, nothing is to touch them. Burn to ash. Because it feels good.

A male body is pressing against your front, large hands folding around your waist, pulling your clothes hips against his bare ones, something hard poking against your middle. A slight wave of horror laps at the back of your mind but is easily overpowered by the obscenity that’s taking over you. His mouth is opening over yours, the body at your back moving so your breasts are pressed flush against the male’s chest. He groans, and the sound pleases you.

… your legs spread…

…like a desperate whore…

Shit.

You’re not supposed to be getting so swept up in the intimate touches. You’re supposed to be proving to him that you can keep your head. Even when confronted with such mouth-watering amorousness.

Slowly, you bring your hands to trail up his vaguely muscled arms, slopping over his shoulders as he releases yet another sinful sound over your lips. Your fingers slide up the back of his neck, slinking their way through his intriguingly light-coloured hair. Fascinating. But you can admire later, instead, you grip the gilded locks, nails scraping against his skin. The male hisses, nipping your lips, so you loosen your hold ever so slightly. His tongue flicks out, lapping over your mouth pleasurably. There we go.

The fae at your back has stopped, their hands sloping down your waist to the fabric clinging to your hips, their fingers tracing soft patterns over your delicate skin. They’re watching.

You pull the male’s mouth from your own, tipping his head back until you have unobstructed access to his throat. It surprises you, how easily this male is willing to submit, given a few sharp tugs to his golden hair. It’s intriguing. Certainly no male you’re aware of would ever dream of following the movements of a female. The power is addicting.

Revelling in your new found supremacy, you attach your mouth to the column of his neck, mouth opening over a pulse point as you nip and suck over the unmarked skin. The male moans, his hands pulling you tighter against him, hips bucking against yours. You pull at his hair, giving him a warning to keep still and you’re rewarded with a delicious whimper, teeth scraping across his delicate, creamy skin.

A second sharp tug has him collapsing to his knees before you, and you nearly preen at his obedience. Is this what he felt when you were played before him? A shiver of startling pleasure zaps across your skin at the idea of Azriel kneeling for you. Your breaths become shallow at the prospect of having him on his knees.

The male’s hands stroke over another’s, the fae at your back dipping their fingers beneath the fabric concealing you from them. Then they’re both utilising their hands to push away the material until it’s discarded on the floor. The male moans, hands sliding up the backs of your thighs as he tries to pull you closer to him.

The second set of hands glide over your stomach, running upward until they come to cup your breasts. It’s then you bother to look at their hands: they’re soft, and dark. You’ve never seen skin so black before, yet it’s coating the fingers of the fae behind you, and suddenly you’re yearning to see them.

You attempt to turn your head to peak at them, the male at your feet pressing adoring kisses to your thighs, littering you with soft nips and licks. They push more against your back and you freeze as you feel the recognisable push of a full chest. Female. You release the male’s hair in favour of snaking back, finding the harsh line of her jaw, sloping around the back of her neck as she lets you look.

She’s beautiful. Sharp dark eyes watching you intently as you drink her in. Her hair is a glorious mess of curls, so thick you wish to tangle your fingers in it; pull her closer. Set your mouth over her full ones.

You blink.

She’s female. You’re female. It’s not right. That’s not how it works.

Your brow dips, studying her sharp features. It’s not how it works, but she’s touching you as a lover would. She’s beautiful and she’s setting her pretty hands on you. And it feels good. Your gaze drops to her mouth again, this time looking with analytical curiosity. You’re taking too long.

Her hand curves around you from the other side, tilting your jaw as her mouth opens over your own, lapping and devouring hungrily. A whimper claws from your throat in surprise at the softness of her, from her lips to her hands to her breasts pushing against your lowered wings. Her fingers flick over your nipples and you keen, submitting to her when her tongue runs across the seam of your lips. There’s no way for you to deny her.

You want more.

She pulls away, eyes locking on yours. “Lie down.” She’s staring you down but her words are directed at the male, who pulls away, dropping further to the floor until he’s laying, vulnerable, on his back. You wonder if it’s comfortable.

“Why don’t you put him out of his misery?” The words brush softly over your lips, her breath catching with your own, heady arousal slinking around and filling your senses. She pushes you forward gently, and you follow. You sink down atop the male, shifting so he can loop his arms beneath your thighs as you suspend yourself above his mouth. He whines, nipping your skin again.

You’re too busy watching the female as she prowls around you. Your wings are raised, wary as she positions herself atop a table, spreading her legs. Your thoughts eddy to a stop as your eyes latch onto her sex, slick with wetness, dark curls decorating her skin. Her scent hits you full force, your eyes rolling.

“Come here,” she orders, softly, hand reaching for you. And you lean into her, allowing her fingers to tangle in your hair as she pulls you closer to her heat, your eyes widening marginally as you’re confronted with the reality of your situation. You’re seated atop a male - a willing one - both of you following the instructions of a female.

It’s all backwards.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to happen.

The male’s supposed to be in charge. Not the one at the bottom of the food chain.

“Don’t stop until I tell you,” the female breathes softly, fingers tightening in your hair. “Now settle down.” You sink down onto the males mouth the same time she wraps her legs over your shoulders, pulling you into her wet heat.

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Azriel’s been enjoying himself, indulging in the abundance of sexuality that’s flooding the pleasure hall, leaving you to your own devices. He’s sure you’ll leave should it become too much. Besides, your confidence could use being knocked down a peg or two so he doesn’t have to put up with your bratty attitude.

A tendril of pleasure curls at the base of his spine at the thought of finding you, sucked dry from the night. He’s certain this’ll shut you up.

He scans the writhing bodies for your form, hinting for a pair of wings. His brow dips when he fails to locate you. Sighing to himself he raises from the chaise longue, the female that had attended to him already slinking off to find another source of pleasure. The heavy fog of arousal in the air hinders his concentration as he scans again.

The hall is too packed for him to resort to his shadows, not wishing to cause a panic. He’ll just have to use his more traditional methods.

His eyes catch on a loose circle forming in the centre of the room, Fae crowding around as touching becomes more frenetic, cartloads by something. He decides you can wait, curiosity drawing him in as he approaches the circle. Azriel stops short when his eyes land on a familiar set of wings, momentarily shocked by the sight.

You’re seated atop a male’s mouth, one of his arms wrapped snuggly over your hips, keeping you pressed against him while his free hand pleasures himself. You’re winding your hips languidly over him, clearly enjoying the pleasure of his tongue as it laps at your entrance. A dark-skinned female is sat atop a large, ornate table, lewd carvings etched up it’s legs, her hand threaded firmly in your hair as she keeps you tight to her cunt.

Inexplicable arousal sparks in his abdomen, his cock twitching at the sight. The way you’re kneeling, thighs spread, wings relaxed in obvious submission as your tongue laps fervently between the female’s legs, burying your face into her desperately.

The female’s hand tightens, your back curving, drawing attention to your ass as appreciative moans ring throughout the hall in response. The impact is incredible, his cock already hard as he thinks about what you would do if he interrupted you, let you know what he’s seen. Would you flush? Would you beg him not to tell anyone? Would you get down on your knees as you plead for him not to take advantage of you?

He can’t tear his eyes away as the female drags one of her feet over your back, dangerously close to your wings. So close that Azriel’s automatically fold inward, as if she’s a threat to his own sensitive skin. He watches, fascinated, as you don’t pull away. You don’t even flinch, too submersed in her heat to care.

Your wings twitch as she makes contact, brushing over the bone. He can tell she’s enjoying herself, having most likely never had an Illyrian before. She’s close, and bringing to the peak with her, uncaring for the male you’re seated on. His breath catches as she repeats the action, wings shuddering as your shoulders go taut before losing their tension, suddenly pressing deeper into her heat as she moans. Her own breathing stutters at the action, back arching as her thighs spread wider before tightening, pulling you closer as she bucks her pretty hips against you.

Azriel watches, fixated, as you’re allowed to pull away from her, the female’s elegant hand snaking beneath your jaw as she urges you upward. You follow, managing to stand as she hails your mouth to hers. And the flame is relit. Your mouth is sloping over hers as your hands roam her body, going from her waist to snake behind her back, to brushing over the plump curve of her ass.

Arousal spikes in his blood as your hands cup her ass, squeezing as you press yourself between her thighs. Her own hands are pulling you closer, allowing you to push her down onto the table as your mouth dances over her own. Your arms brace either side of her as your tongue laps over her own, dropping down to open over her neck, sucking and biting at the dark skin until it bruises.

The circle has dispersed a little now that the climax has been reached, a few bystanders still watching hungrily, but their eyes are glazed with lust, so he doubts they’ll be too alarmed at his shadows. They writhe forward through the fog, curling up your thigh as the tighten. He’s pleased when your instinctive reaction to the silky darkness is to buck your hips against hers, as if you’re desperate to be inside of her.

Your head rises, her own arms locked around your neck, as you look around, focusing in on the cool brush of his darkness. He feels your breath catch as you locate him, marking how your wings flare ever so slightly, curling your body over the female’s. It’s a subtle gesture or possessiveness, claiming her as your own, despite it being juxtaposed by the hedonistic surroundings.

He cocks a brow mockingly, beckoning you away, the signal it’s time to leave; that the challenge’s over. Your eyes clear slightly, but the female’s legs tighten around your waist, vying for attention. Her eyes lock on his, flicking between the two. She seems to recognise the acknowledging glance you give him, her legs loosening from your body, knowing it’s your time to leave. Your gaze flicks to hers as she releases you, arms moving to brace herself on the table instead.

She knows which fights to pick.

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“What the hel was that for?” You snap as you follow after him, reluctant leaving your female. His gaze skims to yours, “it’s late.”

“You’re hard.” A shadows wraps over your hips, licking between your thighs. He doesn’t miss a beat. “You’re wet.” You flush, glaring at him, “I just had a male between my thighs. What’s your excuse, Shadowsinger?” You’re fully aware as his icy gaze slides to you, hairs standing on end as his eyes narrow. “I just watched you go down on a female like it’s the best damned thing that’s happened to you.” Your brow narrows at his words, the blatant insinuation he’d dropped without so much as blinking.

“Yeah,” you mutter, heat rising to your cheeks, “she was.”

You hope he’ll leave it at that.

Of course he doesn’t.

“Looks like between the two of us, you’re definitely more of the whore.” You scowl, fire seating in your stomach. “That’s not fair. I didn’t see what you were doing. You could have been panting and pleading for someone.” You nearly added an unnecessary and exposing, too, on the end. He laughs, oblivious to your private confession. “That would be something.”

Your eyes flick to his, looking him over through your peripherals.

“Would you ever do that for me?”

“You’d have to work very hard to get me on my knees.” He responds easily, male arrogance dripping from him. “So it’s not out of the question.” You push, attempting to gauge his reaction. You’re stunned when he rolls his eyes. It’s something you’ve seen Ed do a thousand times, and it’s shockingly normal. Familiar.

“It’s as likely to happen as if the tables were reversed,” he replies instead, eyes sliding to yours, catching you watching. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You snap, irritably. It’s so late. The edges of his mouth kick up into a devious smirk, “would you ever willingly lower yourself for me?” He’s delighted when your lip curls, relieved by the familiarity that you’re falling back into. “Fuck no.”

He grins, “then there’s your answer.”

He doesn’t know that at the beginning of the night, you would have given the same answer had you been asked whether you would ever fuck a female, yet here you are, wanting a second taste.

No, you keep that to yourself.

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Your thoughts have been swirling for the past few hours, and you sweat the room’s getting lighter already.

‘Lie down.’

She’s ringing through you your ears, your mind replaying her over and over.

‘Why don’t you put him out of his misery?’

The soft push of her breasts against your wings. Gods, she had touched your wings. And you’d let her. Enjoyed it.

‘Come here.’

You shove your face further into the pillow.

Shit.

There’s no way for you to get yourself out of this one.

You lift your head, glancing across the room to where the Shadowsinger lies. His shadows stand out even in the near pitch darkness, softly lapping in gently undulating sways. His eyes are closed, breaths deceptively even. You wonder if he’s actually asleep or not. Whether, were you going to stab him, should he wake easily.

“Something on your mind, whore?”

Despite the softness of the drawl, you startle, muscles tensing as his sharp eyes slide open. Wide awake in an instant. Your brow narrows at him in a hateful glare, “don’t call me that.” You can practically hear the taunting grin that slides up the edges of his mouth, “isn’t that what you are? A whorish exhibitionist? A rakish harlot who derives pleasure from having her mouth between the legs of a fe—”

“Don’t.” He stops, watching you. Your head is raised from the pillow, all your attention set on him. He heard the slight tremor in your vocal chords. The waver. He delights in it.

“What would your father think?” He drinks in your reaction: the absolute stillness of your wings, the tension in your shoulders, the stiff set of your jaw. All of you freezes.

It’s not enough. He wants to see your head bow in shame. “What would Edvard think?” Your hands ball into fists, eyelids trembling as you struggle against his piercing gaze. “Leave him out of this,” you manage, but the words are strained. Azriel raised an eyebrow, making to settle down into his pillow, “who knows, maybe he has similar tastes.”

He’s rewarded by the sound of your feet on the wooden floor, stalking over to his bed. “You say what you like about me, Shadowsinger. But keep his name out of your filthy mouth.”

He doesn’t bother to open his eyes, his shadows doing the job perfectly for him. “Shadowsinger,” you hiss, stepping closer to his bed, so you’re standing over him. “I’m fucking talking to you,” you growl, quiet fury coating your words. This time, his eyes open, sliding awake with awareness, piercing up at you. You still.

The male moves with languid lethality as he raises from the bed, settling his feet securely on the floor as he unfolds to his full height. It’s only now you’re aware of his shadows that have crept up from the ground, locking you in place. “An awful lot of fire coming from someone so weak,” he murmurs, the words slicing through the air like blades of ice. A dark energy thrums throughout the room, skittering silently across the floorboards. “You were out of line,” you growl, keeping your ground.

He laughs, the sound lacking amusement. “I was out of line?” You don’t deign him with a reply. His lips settle into a bland line, practiced neutrality rolling across his features, “and what can you do about that? Really?” You open your mouth but he leans down, his shadows constricting around your torso, “aside from clumsily hurling your blunt words around like a child with a wooden blade.” Your lips part in surprise.

What can you do?

You’d never really considered he would ever attempt to do anything.

“You’ll get in trouble if you hurt me,” you warn, pressing against his shadows as his wings slowly slide open, branching out from his powerful form. There’s no amusement in his eyes as he speaks, “do you honestly believe you’re the first to treat me as a stain of dirt?” You try to hold your ground but he’s shifted, cold hazel sharp in the night air.

His brow narrows. Answer me. The gesture says. “No.” The word escapes your mouth before you have a chance to resist, following his order instinctively. Azriel leans closer, invading your space as his shadows coil tighter, squeezing you for breath. “How do you think they ended?” He asks softly, steel slicing down your spine.

“What?” You breathe, voice lilting with fear.

“I’m asking how you think I killed them,” he murmurs, eyes slicing you open, carving you out. “You—…” Words don’t come to you. His shadows constrict, another silent demand. Answer me. “I don’t know,” you stammer, tongue heavy in your mouth, bloated.

He leans closer, mouth so close to your own. You try to shrink away. His shadows twine higher, slowly snaking over your collar bones, hugging to your neck. “Would you like to?” You feel the words brush over your lips, but ashy hazel is encompassing your vision. A blade catches the silver glint of moonlight over his back.

“Azr—” you gasp, hands lifting to your throat, “I can’t—” His shadows curl tighter, squeezing. “Breathe—” your eyes are wide, nails scraping over the soft flesh of your neck as they faze through the darkness.

Then they’re gone. You gulp down lungfuls of cool, burning air. You stumble backward, legs giving out as you crash to the floor, hand still cupping your throat as you scramble away from him. “You bastard,” you rasp, scuttling away until your wings are pressed to the wood of your bed. “Filthy, vile, beast.”

You panic when he steps forward, completely silent, eyes trained on you as you scrabble up onto your bed, shuffling until you’re against the wall. “Stay there,” you rasp, pushing backward, shrinking into the darkness as he prowls closer. “Stay there, shadowsinger,” you hiss, curling into yourself as memories flood over you. Running from a towering figure through the darkened streets, breath tearing raggedly from your lungs as your hunter pursues you with large, striding steps. How they gained on you, closer and closer, tighter and tighter.

A shadow snakes around your ankle and you jerk, racing back down into your body. You’re met with hazel, staring down at you.

You’re half lying down, braced on your elbows, knees bent and parted. Azriel arms are either side of you, caging you beneath him on the bed, resting above you, barely a breaths width between your mouths. His brow is almost imperceptibly dipped, mouth set in that same bland line as before.

Nerves fire all at once as instincts slam into you, curling up as you shove your foot just inside the bone of his hip, kicking back at him with all your force. His hands tighten in the bed, keeping him where he is, completely immovable despite how hard you’re pushing. “Get off me you brute,” you snarl up at him, and you’re certain he can feel each word.

His upper lip twitches in a suppressed curl, the first sign he’s given you that he’s actually in there. Darkness twines up your leg, squeezing viciously. If he reaches your throat, you’re gone. How the hel are you supposed to guard against them? They were straight out of a nightmare, no way to fight except to match him or run.

You remember when you were younger, you used to have nightmares a lot. All revolving around running tirelessly, running from something looming at your back, stalking close behind as it swept closer. Ed used to tell you to try to stop running, to turn around and look at what was chasing you. He used to say if you were ever scared of a monster, turn around and blow it a big kiss.

If he was going to use his shadows, you were going to weaponise yourself.

His darkness winds over your hips, covering you in a lethal blanket of night.

You sharply pull your foot away from his hip, the sudden lack of force providing a fraction of a second for you to snake your arms around his shoulders, crushing your mouth against his. The muscles in his arms turn to stone as your legs spread, wrapping around his hips, pulling him flush against you.

His lip curls, mouth opening to snarl down at you, but your hands thread through his silky hair, fisting as you pull him down. You arch your back, thighs squeezing him closer as your breasts press flush against him, tongue shoving into him as you switch the playing fields.

You’re startled when his hips roll against yours, pushing you into the bed as his mouth shoves back against your own, tongue lapping out over your lips as his teeth nip and bite. You swallow down a moan as his hips force your legs apart, pinning you to the bed as he sweeps in, hand looping beneath your head to tangle in your hair.

The two of you pull back for breath, and you’re panting, startled by the abrupt turn from nightmare to fever dream.

His eyes flash as he pulls further away, standing at the edge of your bed, hands dropping to the ties in his leathers. You hiss when his shadows tangle in your hair, mimicking the feeling of his fist, jerking your head back as you’re forced upright. You hate it when he uses the tendrils of darkness to malehandle you into whatever suits his tastes. It’s degrading.

“Stop squeezing so tight,” you snap. His lips curl as they tighten, making you wince, before they loosen again. His hand replaces them, tugging you uncomfortably. “Come on, whore,” he drawls softly, eyes sharp and menacing, “put that mouth to good use.”

Humiliating heat flushes your cheeks as your eyes drop to his crotch. He’s set the ties loose, but left it for you to actually pull him out. To put your hands on him. You swallow, shame crawling beneath your skin but he keeps your head so he can see your expressions. He revels in your degradation, heat seating inside as he watches your shaky hands raise to the ties.

Your digits fumble at first, trembling too much as they attempt to pull the strings loose. He observes intently as your slim fingers work work the bonds free, slowly. Reluctantly. It’s only when you’ve finished with the strings that your gaze raises to his, hands trembling as they settle on his leathers. His brow narrows.

“If I do this…” your words are muted, hushed. He stills. “…you won’t tell anyone. What I did, I mean.” His gaze hardens, staring down at you with an indecipherable look. You swallow, humiliating heat rushing to your cheeks, “if I—,” you swallow again, lower lip trembling. “If I let you use my mouth,” you stammer, quietly, “you won’t tell anyone, that I let a…female…use it.”

Your scent hits him then, horror kicking him in the gut as the sharp tang of fear shoves it’s way up his nostrils. His hand releases your hair as if he’s been burnt. He steps back, faltering. Your eyes flick to his, scared at his movements. Nausea roils in his gut. He almost—

He doesn’t think about it.

Your hands are frozen, suspended from where they had been placed, before dropping to your lap as you attempt to hide the tremors. Somehow he manages to steel his voice, “if you do not want to do something,” he starts, not a hitch to be found, “you tell me so.” You blink your eyes, fingers wringing together in your lap.

Now he’s aware of it, it’s obvious. Your blown out pupils, the shakiness to your lower lip, your fumbling hands. Dear Gods.

“Huh?” You peer up at him, wings tucking tight behind you, shuddering for an entirely different set of reasons than when they had been in the pleasure hall. The sound is small to his ears, soft and scared. How much damage had he just inflicted upon you from not being aware. From getting caught up in his anger for your kind.

You trace the roll of his throat, the air having shifted. “I was not planning on reporting back to your father,” he speaks, the words dull against your ears. “I would not force you to—,” your breath catches, fingers tensing, “…do that.”

A muscle feathers in your jaw, eyes darting away from his, head bowing in shame. It doesn’t illicit a pleasured response as he had thought. “Why not?” Disgust crawls in his stomach at the question, noting how your finger are tracing your throat. “You made it clear you have no qualms involving yourself in immoral acts.” The soft rasp of your voice grates against his senses. He did that.

“Crossing lines does not mean you forget them.”

“You seemed pretty content to do just that when you tried to strangle me.”

His expression hardens. He refuses to apologise for that. “So you’re going to tell me it wasn’t deserved?” You freeze, then resume breathing. “What do you expect, Shadowsinger? You’re the scum of the war camp. A bastard and a torturer.”

Your eyes lift to his and he’s taken aback by their depth, the superficial hatred you wield against him having collapsed into a broken spiral of conflict and repression. “You think I would be treated favourably if I sided with you?” He takes in your admission, trying to decipher your tangle of words, attempting to reconcile them against your past actions. “You’re a brute, but I don’t believe you to be stupid.”

Possibly the most free-spoken you’ve been around him.

“Your brother doesn’t have a problem with us.” Bastards.

“He is male. He is allowed to make those mistakes,” you reply, pinning him beneath your loathing gaze. “I am not afforded that luxury.” He can see fatigue swirling in the darkness of your eyes. How many times have you had those words repeated back to you? How many arguments had been sparked within your own family and how many of those battles had you lost simply because you don’t know any different.

Your gaze slips away from his, sensing he’s seen something he’s not supposed to. “I will not begrudge him of the opportunities he’s extended solely for being born into the stronger sex. But I cannot act upon them myself.”

That familiar rage burns inside of him as he witnesses already how deep the roots run. How the Illyrian ideologies have already been enforced firmly, carved into your mind from an early age. The icy flame sears, scorches as he takes you in: a near perfect archetype of everything he hates about Illyria.

“Even so,” Azriel speaks, his words firm, “I will not turn a blind eye to your cruel nature. No matter what reasons your actions are born from.” He expects a rebuke, to have you attempt to slice him apart with your bladed lexicon.

“That’s fine.” He finds your eyes latching onto his, a thread of recognition connecting you for the span of a second.

“Just don’t try to murder me for keeping myself safe.”

Maybe there’s more to your surface level bitterness than he thought.

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

Can you do a hobbie x fem!reader? But smut… I SOUND SO WEIRD😭

Freak on a leash

18+ please, MINORS DNI, sleepy sex, praise kink, male masturbation, fingering, oral (f), p in v, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy irl please 🫶🏽)

Hobie came home, exhausted as usual. It had been a long day at the HQ and just as spider man.

He glanced into the bedroom before he went to go to a shower. He smiled slightly at your sleeping form, so peaceful.

He threw his suit off, and his vest. He quickly hopped into the shower, his mind wandering for a moment.

He thought back to you, your sleeping body. And he found himself getting hard at the thought of last week, you moaning and almost crying as you came undone on his cock, it had been days of being away, and Hobie missed you, clearly. And the photos you sent him didn’t help.

Hobie was always horny, it was almost like you had to keep him on a leash everyday you were with him so he wouldn’t just ram into you then and there in front of everyone.

His hands went to his cock, and he slowly started to stroke it, making small noises, but trying to keep them in to not wake you up, so that you can’t hear him through the thin walls.

You woke up though, you yawned and woke up at the sound of the shower. You looked around and noticed Hobies guitar on its stand, he was home.

You stood up, eyes begging for more sleep.

“Hobie?” You said groggily when you opened the bathroom door.

He winced at the noise of you. “Y-Yeah love?” He managed to get out

“You alright…?”

“I’m fine. Go back to bed, yeah?”

You walked back into the room, and just laid down, waiting for him. He sighed in relief when you left, and continued to stroke his cock, faster now. Once he was done, he shut off the shower, and put the towel around his hips.

He brushed his teeth before going into the room. He didn’t expect you to still be up.

“Thought I told you to go back to sleep.” He mumbled, rummaging through the drawers.

“Thought you also told me to not listen to what anyone says.” You said, and looked at him.

“I did, ‘nd I was right.” He found a pair of boxers, putting them on and drying off his body, and going next to you.

You both laid down now staring at each other.

“How was your day..?” You asked quietly, he could hear how tired you were.

“It’s was alright.. what bout yours?”

“Boring. Would’ve been better with you.” You mumbled and went closer to him, he put an arm around you and kissed your forehead.

“Mines too. Sorry I keep comin’ home so late.”

“It’s not your fault.” You said, knowing about his work.

“I should be here for my girl more often, though…”

“That we can both agree on, but it’s okay.” You shrugged.

“Nah, it’s not. I wanna show you jus’ how much I love you, yeah? You gon’ let me?”

You nodded slowly, and he smiled at that.

He moved the covers away from you both, and he slowly went to your legs. He kissed your thighs, deciding to just go to sleep in panties was a good idea.

He bit your inner thigh, leaving a hickey. You whined. He took off your panties with his teeth, throwing them across the room.

He collected your juices on his finger, and he licked it. He prodded his finger into your entrance, you moaned and bucked your hips.

“Relax. I gotchu.” He said, holding your hips down with his other hand. His fingers working on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You whined again. “Hobie, quit teasing.”

He put another finger in and laughed quietly, he moved them in and out, amused at how you were clenching around his fingers.

“You gonna cum?” He asked.

You only nodded eagerly. He smiled and soon his fingers were replaced with his mouth. He worked his younger on your clit, his cold lip piercing hitting the right spot.

You moaned and bucked your hips again, and you came all on his tongue. Hobie smiled and licked his lips clean and looked back at you.

“Good girl, such a good girl.” He mumbled, going back up to you, now on top of you. He stroked his cock a few times, and ripped off your shirt.

“Hobie!”

“Sorry, I’ll get you another.” He kissed you, and aligned his cock at your entrance.

He groaned and you moaned. He looked down at you, and your eyes were screwed shut. He stood still for a while, letting you adjust.

No matter how many times you guys had sex, he always let you adjust for a while. He didn’t want it to be uncomfortable or anything.

Then he slowly started to thrust, you looked at him as he held tightly onto the headboard. Your tired half lidded eyes staring up at him.

“So pretty. So gorgeous.. fuck, you were made for me.” He groaned out, and started to thrust harder.

It felt like heaven, he was beautiful on top of you.

After a little, it didn’t take much for him to cum.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, can I cum inside..?” He asked. Your eyes widened at the suggestion, but you nodded.

“Please.” You whimpered.

His cock painted your walls white, you both moaning and cumming at the same time.

You yawned as he pulled out of you, whining at the loss and desperately reaching out for him.

“Shshsh, it’s alright. I’m here, yeah? I’m just gonna get ya cleaned up.” He mumbled, and went to go get a rag. He wiped up both of your guys cum, you bucked your hips and tried to get away when he did so, your cunt overstimulated.

“It’s alright, ya tired? Go to sleep, love.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you.” You mumbled and cuddled up to him the second he got in bed next to you.

“I love you.” He kissed you, and held you closely.

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As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 7

Summary: Finding a new life in a new town, you stumble upon a Honey farmer at the town market. You both have pasts that have shaped the way you now live your lives, but can you find a way of putting them behind you to find happiness?

Pairing: ‘Lucas’ Syverson x Female Reader

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sandcastle (Movie).

Ongoing Genre: Fluff, Angst, and Smut

Story Warnings: Slight Angst, Talk of a car accident in the past, Anxious Sy, Mild Embarrassment, First Date Nerves, Kissing,   NSFW, 18+, Smut, Fingering, Grinding, Hot Tub Frolics, Handjob, Titty Sucking, Nudity, Blowjob, Oral Sex.  

Chapter 7 Warnings: Graphic descriptions of an abusive relationship, descriptions of domestic violence, description of murder attempt. NSFW, 18+, Smut, Blowjob

Wordcount: 3114

Here is my masterlist and AO3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,  Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, 

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 7

Sy's truck crunched over the gravel of his driveway as he pulled into the covered parking spot at the side of his cabin. As he shut the engine off you could hear Akia barking when she recognised the sound of the engine, Sy gently patting your leg;

"She's going to be so excited to see you"

He smiled, but you could see the concern in his eyes. Back at your cottage Tamara had arrived in a tornado of hugs and reassurances, but it'd done little to calm your nerves over the fact your abuser had not only finished his parole and was allowed to leave the state, was hundreds of miles off route for what he said his destination was, and you knew how he'd always insisted on taking the most direct route anywhere he went, even if it meant dangerous roads in bad weather.

The first few spots of rain started to hit the ground and you felt Sy squeeze your thigh;

"As much as i'd like to see that pretty little dress of yours go see through in the rain lets not hang around, once Akia gets wet she stinks the cabin out with wet mutt scent"

Smiling you hopped out, Sy grabbing the bag you'd hastily packed with some clothes and your laptop, the pair of you running quickly to the front door, Sy darting out to the yard to release Akia from her leash before the pair of them ran back under the cover of the porch. The big dog was all wriggles when she saw you, a now familiar face in her life. You petted her and gave her fuss as Sy moved around his cabin, switching lamps on and getting you settled in. He lifted your bag and pointed hooked his thumb to his bedroom;

“I’m gonna put this in here, i’ve cleared a drawer for you to keep your stuff in”

You could feel a lump form in your throat at his gesture, the casual thoughtfulness something you weren't used to in a relationship.

Once he'd dropped your bag he pulled you into his arms, enveloping you in his strength and warmth. You felt like the worries of the world slipped away whilst you were in that cocoon of his arms, that the big wide world was just a bad dream. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and pulled back, waiting for you to meet his gaze;

"Dinner and a movie? Or dinner and talk?"

"Dinner and talk"

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Your meal had been quick and easy, but no less delicious. Sy had made garlic bread from a loaf he'd baked that morning, combined with what Antonio had gifted him from the restaurant; fresh burrata cheese which had been drizzled with delicate honey and sprinkled with chopped pistachio nuts.

With the dishes cleaned away the two of you had curled up together on the couch, your time to explain your past had finally arrived;

"We met in college, James was a Senior when I was a Freshman. I didn't have that much experience with boys so I was flattered that he was interested… turns out he wanted someone he could control. We got married over the Summer between my Junior and Senior years, and when it came to returning for the Fall semester James started to change. He would have my timetable synced with his phone, and if I was more than 2 minutes late getting out of class he would start the mind games and accuse me of cheating. So many times Tamara walked me to his car and wouldn't leave until James accepted that class ran over. That worked fine until she had to have her workplace assignments in the Summer semester and wasn't around campus… that's when the hitting started."

You heard Sy exhale through his nose but didn't look to his face, you weren't ready and still had more to tell;

"James would never hit me when we were in public, he would just act like the perfect husband, but the second the front door to our apartment shut…" you paused, the memory of it causing you to tense; "He would hit me, just the once each time, but he'd use his fist and hit me in my back. The pain was excruciating. He knew exactly where to hit to cause the most prolonged pain, but to make it look like an accidental injury, that i'd fallen on something. There was one time…" your voice started to waiver but you paused and took a deep breath; "I'd gotten a ride home with Tamara as he'd had to work late, but because i'd invited her in for a coffee he was furious as hadn't 'checked' with him in advance. Tam was in the bathroom whilst i was rinsing some dishes in the kitchen, i heard footsteps but thought it was her, only for him to just come up behind me and land a punch in the center of my back. That was the beginning of the end if i'm being honest as Tam walked in whilst my legs were buckling. I'd learnt not to cry, i just compartmentalised and disassociated when it happened by that point"

You finally looked up at Sy and it almost broke your heart. He was blinking away the tears, you hadn't even considered that what you were saying would be difficult for someone who cared about you to hear;

"Sy, it's ok. It's over now"

He let out a very shaky sigh, nodding;

"I know Honey, but I just… I mean, we all have our emotional scars, but you're just so strong now. I'm sorry you went through that"

You reached out for him and he pulled you onto his lap, pressing his forehead to yours and laying a light kiss to the end of your nose to which you looked up at him;

"Do you need a break?"

"A break?"

"Before i tell you the rest"

He paused, before shaking his head;

"No, it's good that we get this all done in one go"

"Tam at that point pulled me aside at school one day, and with the help of our student support made me realise that what was happening wasn't my fault. Her husband was a cop and on his day off, he explained plainly what kind of evidence would be needed for an arrest and conviction, and at that point they helped me set up Nanny cameras"

"So you took that to the cops?"

"Not quite. It was around Thanksgiving and we'd travelled upstate to see his parents. The roads were icy and even after his Dad had said he shouldn't drive after drinking, he still insisted we head home. On a narrow road we spun out going over a bridge and the car ended up in the river below. The car was half submerged and when the cops arrived they found James first and pulled him out, but as they did the car got caught in the current and was washed over a waterfall. James had said there was no-one else in the car…"

"Fuck" Sy's voice was quiet; "How did you…"

"How did they realise I was still in the car? James was still drunk so when he was in the back of the ambulance he let slip that he hadn't been alone. The EMT's radioed back to the cops that were still on scene and they went into the water and pulled me out. They rushed me to the ER in their cruiser as by that point hypothermia had set in"

"You're not angry that they missed you the first time?"

Thinking about Sy's question you considered your thoughts before shaking your head;

"No, it wasn't their fault. It was dark and they'd had verbal confirmation from the driver that no one else was in the vehicle. If anything it increases my anger and hatred for my abuser" you paused; "but that doesn't diminish the feelings of fear i get of him being anywhere near me"

"How did you get away from him in the end?"

"The cops arrested him for driving under the influence whilst he was in hospital. When the statements of the First Responders came in about how he'd lied about me not being in the vehicle they added attempted manslaughter. My emergency contact was Tam so when the hospital called her she brought the evidence from the Nanny cams too. It was enough to get him locked up until trial as no-one posted bail"

Sy was silent for a long time, thinking over what you’d told him and he was absolutely positive that you had held back on a lot of the details, but that didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was that you were safe with him and he’d do everything in his power to keep you safe;

“So you haven’t seen him since that night?”

You shook your head;

“I testified via videolink. The city had a great public defender that made sure domestic violence survivors didn’t have to face their abusers in person. Tam testified in person and said that James tried to stare her down the entire time, but she just ignored him. He was sentenced to 4 years but got out after 3 for ‘good behaviour’, however throughout the whole time he sent threatening letters to my old address. The second he was released he was served with the restraining order. He’s not allowed to come within 200ft of me or my property”

“Does he know where you live?”

“I don’t think so, but the fact that he has entered the state has enough to make sure i don’t turn my back to a room at the moment, at least not until i know he’s heading in the opposite direction.”

There was a moment of silence before he pulled you to his chest and you instinctively hooked your nose beneath his chin. Warm hands smoothed over your back, comforting you. You felt like you were in a cocoon, safe and secure where nothing could threaten you or all you’d worked so hard for. With the brush of Sy’s beard on your face you relaxed to the point of slumber, drifting off into a calm and peaceful sleep.

-

When you woke it was dark, the warm embrace of Sy’s arms still around you, but this time you could tell you were in his bed. Twisting onto your side you smiled wearily and fell back into a deep safe sleep.

-

The sound of a shower woke you a second time, soft pale daylight of the early morning hinted at the windows of the cabin. Turning you realised you were alone in the bed, slipping silently out from beneath the covers you had a thought and a smile spread over your face. Quickly locating your bag you pulled a shower cap from your wash bag and pulled it on, before shedding your clothing and stepping into the steamy bathroom.

You could see the outline of Sy’s tall body where the window on the other side of the bath cast a silhouette through the shower curtain. He turned towards the shower and you could tell he had raised his face into the water, so now was your time to strike. Crossing the small room you carefully pulled the far end of the shower curtain and carefully stepped into the old enamel tub. As you pulled the curtain back in place one of the metal rings clinked against the rail, making you freeze, your eyes darting to Sy who still stood with his back to you, his face in the jets of water, and he let out a little chuckle;

“Honey, if you think you can sneak up on me you’ve got another thing comin’”

He turned and grinned at you, watching you watch him as the soapy bubbles trailed down his body. You couldn’t help but to gratuitously look at Sy in all his naked glory. You missed the smirk tug at the corner of his mouth as he watched you watching him, instead your gaze was transfixed upon the slow creep of his hands as he started to softly tug at his dick, watching it start to swell and grow from its already impressive state. Taking a single step forwards closed the space between you, tilting your head as your mouths met for a brutal kiss, whilst your hand moved to join his, wrapping around his hot girth. 

When you pulled away from his lips, Sy let out a small whimper of loss, before watching as you got to your knees, never breaking eye contact. He was hot and heavy in your hand, filling your grasp as you moved your fist up and down. Tentatively you leaned forwards, taking just the tip into your mouth and letting your tongue lave against the smooth red tip.

Sy let out a strangled groan and his knees trembled a little, his hand shooting out to rest against the windowsill whilst the other settled atop your head;

“Baby… please…” he begged quietly.

Staring into those ice blue eyes you opened your mouth and took him as deep as you could, relishing the feel of marble beneath silk, his hardness growing until your cheeks were filled and your throat was cut off from precious air. With what little room you had left in your mouth you worked your tongue softly against the underside, the thick ridge of muscle that ran the length pulsing under your ministrations.

You wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft, grasping him tightly as you moved your head back and forth, letting saliva pool in your mouth and escape from the corners of your lips.

“Oh fuck…” Sy cursed; “That’s so good, get me nice and sloppy, such a good girl”

Sy cupped your cheek, his hand moving back to the top of your head, unsure where to put his hands. Reaching up you grabbed both and pulled them down until they were resting on the back of your head, nodding slightly so he got the message that it was ok.

“Oh god… you’re fucking perfect” he muttered as he started to rock his hips back and forth just a little, fucking your mouth as you relaxed your jaw a little more; “So fucking perfect… look at you with my dick in your mouth, feels so good, that’s it girl, take it deeper”

On a couple of thrusts he got just a fraction too deep and you could feel your eyes start to water, but thankfully your gag reflex behaved itself. You rested your hands on the tops of Sy’s thighs, the muscles tense beneath your touch, and you could tell he was getting close. Slipping one hand between his legs you softly cupped his balls and was rewarded with a guttural groan from above;

“Fuck… do that again and i’m gonna cum down your pretty throat”

Maintaining eye contact you did exactly that, softly cupping and cradling his balls in your palm. You heard him groan as they pulled tight to his body, then the tell tale tremble of cum travelling through his shaft before that salty splash as it hit your tongue. Quickly swallowing he finished on your tongue, pulling free of your mouth as his hand flew to the windowsill and his knees wobbled. His other hand hooked under your arm, helping you to your feet until he could pull you flush to his chest, kissing you fiercely before you pushed him away;

“Sy! I haven’t even brushed my teeth, you’ll be tasting yourself!”

“Nothin’ wrong with that Honey, just a reminder that you were kind enough to do that for me” he let out a contented sigh, before his demeanor immediately changed and he let out a string of ‘OH’s. Quickly spinning around he shut the water off before turning back to you;

“Hot water just ran out… it’s gonna be a while before the tank refills i’m afraid. I know you don’t like cold water…”

With a smile you were thankful for his actions, even in the post orgasmic haze he was probably in;

“No problem”

At that moment a series out loud woof’s and barking came from the other side of the door;

“Uh-oh, need to let Akia out, she only gets like that when she’s gotta ‘go’ go”

-

It didn’t take long until you had dried off what parts of you had gotten wet and dressed in yoga pants and loose t-shirt loaned from Sy, assuring him that you were fine by yourself for the half hour it would take him to walk Akia across the meadow as he did the morning check on the beehives. Setting your laptop up on the small desk in the back of Sy’s bedroom, you plugged your headphones in so you could listen to the morning zoom meeting.

It was 45 minutes later when you glanced at the time in the corner of your screen and you realised that Sy wasn’t back, your stomach grumbled so you decided to seek out some coffee. Switching your wireless headphones to connect to your playlist, you were in your own little world as you wandered into the kitchen, turning the corner only to be greeted by a stranger leaning into the fridge. Shocked blue eyes stared at you from behind floppy dark hair, a youthful attempt at stubble dusted over the stranger’s face. You let out a scream, stumbling back until your hip touched the table as you scrambled for something to protect yourself with, your fingers curling around the handle of the iron skillet Sy had seasoned on the stove the previous night. Holding it up like a baseball bat you yelled;

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!”

The young man dropped the slice of cooked bacon he had been about to eat, holding his hands up in surrender;

“Okay crazy lady, i could say the same about you”

“I asked first!” you demanded, shaking the pan a little, before suddenly the back door of the cabin opened, Akia running in and making a beeline for the dropped bacon, Sy standing in the doorway as both you and the startled young man faced off in his kitchen.

Crossing the room to you in just a few strides, Sy pulled the skillet from your grasp, trying but failing to contain his amusement;

“Darlin’, i want you to meet Mike, Walter’s kid”

Your eyes went wide;

“This is Walter’s son?”

You looked to the man by the fridge who had now shut the door and was giving Akia ear scratches as she leant against his leg;

“Sure am Sweetcheeks”

Chapter 8 >>>

[beestriker015]

Mikan x loving and protective male s/o

(Non-killing game AU)

This poor girl has been abused and mistreated basically her whole life, so she was in for a big surprise when she went to Hope’s Peak and met someone who actually treated her with kindness.

“Hello! My name is s/o. Are you new here too?”

“Y-yes I am. M-my name is M-Mikan Tsumiki. I-it’s n-nice to m-meet you.”

The young man is slightly taken aback by her stuttering and timid response, but smiles at her warmly nonetheless.

“Nice to meet you too Mikan. I hope we can become friends.”

“F-friends? With me?”

Mikan mutters to herself and begins shaking a little, much to s/o’s concern.

“H-hey! Are you ok Mikan?!”

“P-please, if you’re going to h-hurt me, just d-do it quickly.”

The girl says in a quiet voice while looking like she’s ready to burst into tears any second now.

“Hurt you? Why would I do that? Calm down Mikan, I have absolutely no intention of hurting you.”

S/o tells her in a voice that makes Mikan relax a little.

“Y-you’re not?”

“No. Why would you think I would?”

She doesn’t answer and just hugs s/o for comfort.

“What has this girl been through to act like this?”

He thinks to himself before comforting the fragile girl, thus kicking off their friendship.

As time passed, s/o and Mikan grew closer and closer, leading to the development of feelings between the two.

Early on in their friendship, Mikan confided in s/o everything she’s been through, much to his shock and horror.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry you had to go through that Mikan!

He wraps his arms around her in a warm embrace, causing her to flinch a bit before relaxing into it.

“I-it’s alright s/o, I deserved to be treated that way.”

S/o breaks their embrace and gives Mikan a slightly stern look, while also being careful not to accidentally scare her.

“No you didn’t. Mikan, no one deserves to be treated the way you were, and as long as I’m around, you will never be treated like that again. I promise.”

“T-thank you s/o.”

Being a man of his word, s/o stayed true to his promise and protected his friend from her bullies (especially Hiyoko).

“Ew! Why is the pig here?!”

Hiyoko exclaims and points at Mikan, who tries stuttering out a response but can’t.

Luckily for her, s/o swoops in and proceeds to defend her.

“I asked her to come here with me. Do you have a problem with that Hiyoko? If not, keep your fat mouth shut and mind your own business.”

Hiyoko quickly runs away wailing as s/o gives Mikan a smile that she absolutely loves.

“God I hate that girl so much. Mahiru should really keep her on a tighter leash.”

“T-thank you for defending me s/o.”

“Of course! I promised you I wouldn’t let people treat you like that anymore didn’t I? I love you Mikan.”

S/o’s eyes widen as he realizes he unintentionally confessed his feelings as Milan’s face turns deep red with a blush.

“Y-you l-love me s/o?”

“Honestly? Yes, I do. Sometime after we became friends, I developed feelings for you that never went away. If you don’t feel the same, we can still be friends like we are now.”

“I d-don’t want to just be friends with you anymore s/o, because I love you too.”

She tells him with a shy smile before giving him a small kiss on the lips, making both of them blush.

As a couple, not much really changed from when they were only friends, except a little more cuddling and saying I love you to each other.

When it comes to giving and receiving attention, Mikan is still a bit reluctant due to her past, which s/o completely understands and respects.

It goes without saying that Mikan is incredibly touch starved despite being so sensitive to physical touch, but when it comes to her boyfriend, she practically turns into a puddle whenever he gives her a hug or some kisses.

(Mikan’s favorite way her boyfriend gives her affection is headpats. She. Loves. Headpats.)

S/o continues to protect and stand up for Mikan, maybe even more now that she is his girlfriend.

Being with s/o has had an immensely positive impact on Mikan as she’s become more assertive and doesn’t stutter like she used to.

“I won’t let you treat me this way anymore Hiyoko, I am tired of you calling me a pig.”

Her newfound self respect catches Hiyoko off guard.

“Y-you didn’t stutter. When did you suddenly grow a spine?! Tired of having your stupid boyfriend stand up for you?”

One thing Mikan absolutely doesn’t tolerate is hearing anyone talk badly of her boyfriend.

“S/o is not stupid! The only stupid one here is you!”

Caught off guard by Mikan yelling at her, Hiyoko runs off with crocodile tears in her eyes.

(If you can’t tell by now, I really do not like Hiyoko.)

Due to her not being overly shy and timid anymore, hardly anyone bullies or mistreats Mikan now, though s/o will still step in to protect her if someone does.

Whenever s/o is sick or needs first aid, his girlfriend the Ultimate Nurse is always ready to take care of him.

“I appreciate you taking care of me babe, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

His words always make her heart flutter.

“I can say the same thing about you s/o. Now get some rest and I’ll check in on you later. Sweet dreams my beloved.”

Whenever s/o goes to sleep, it isn’t uncommon for him to wake up to find that his girlfriend had snuck into his room and snuggled up next to him in bed.

“This is too adorable. I don’t understand how anyone could be so cruel and horrible to the most precious girl in the whole wide world.”

S/o says to himself quietly as he gazes lovingly at the sleeping form of his girlfriend, who is laying next to him with a content smile on her face.

“It’s a bit early, so I might as well go back to sleep. I love you Mikan, sweet dreams babe.”

He whispers before kissing her gently on the forehead before lying back down beside her.

“Hahhhhhh…I love you too s/o.”

Mikan says in her sleep and unconsciously begins spooning her boyfriend, much to her embarrassment when she wakes up.

Overall, despite the horrible way she’s been treated in the past, Mikan thinks of herself as the happiest and luckiest girl in the world to be in a relationship with her loving and protective boyfriend.

[otdiaftg]

The Raven King - Chapter Eleven

Day: Sunday, November 12th Time: 3:10 PM EST

Anytime the Foxes mentioned Andrew's upcoming sobriety or Andrew's name popped up in write-ups on the team's performance at games, the focus was on what a danger he was. People talked about his trial and how it saved them from Andrew. No one said what they were doing to save Andrew from himself. "You told me Cass would never hurt you and would have given you a good education, but you sabotaged your adoption. Officer Higgins came all the way here from the west coast to fix something from your past but you won't help him. You left juvie and killed Aaron's mother to protect him, but instead of fixing your relationship with him you keep him on a leash. You don't want Nicky's parents to hurt him, but you won't let him into your family either. Kevin promised to invest in you but you won't even try. So what is it? Are you afraid of your own happiness or do you honestly like being miserable all the time?" "Neil, look," Andrew said, and pointed up at his own face. "Do I look miserable?" Neil wanted to tear that smile off Andrew's face, but Andrew's obnoxious response wasn't entirely his fault. Neil was dealing with the smokescreen of Andrew's medication. Neither of them could change that, but knowing why Andrew was being difficult didn't make him less frustrating to deal with. All Neil could do was keep his temper in check. If Andrew got a rise from him the conversation was over. That was what Andrew wanted, so Neil wouldn't give it to him. "You look drugged within an inch of your life," Neil said, "and when you're not medicated you're drinking and dusting. When they finally take your medicine away, who are you going to hurt, really?" Andrew laughed. "I'm remembering why I don't like you." "I'm surprised you forgot." "I didn't," Andrew said. "I just got distracted for a moment there. I told her it was a mistake to let you stay, but she didn't believe me. Now look. Oh, for once I don't even want to bother with the 'I told you so'. You ruin all my fun." "Renee?" Neil guessed. "Bee." Neil's blood went cold. "What did you tell her about me?" Andrew grinned at the look on Neil's face. "Doctor-patient confidentiality, Neil! But don't make such a scary face. I didn't tell her your sad little story. We just talked about you. Critical difference, yes? I told her you're more trouble than you're worth. She was looking forward to meeting you, but she won't tell me what she thinks of you. She can't, you see. But I know she likes you. Bee has a thing for lost causes." "I am not a lost cause." Denial was automatic and a waste of time. Andrew put his hand over Neil's mouth to shut him up and said, "Liar. But that's what makes you interesting. It's also what makes you dangerous. I should know better by now. Maybe I'm not as smart as I thought I was. Should I be disappointed or amused?" The perfect retort burned Neil's tongue, but he kept quiet in case Andrew wasn't done rambling. The answer was there, right out of reach, close enough Neil could feel it, but too far for him to make sense of. Maybe Andrew felt it too, because even in his drugged haze he knew to shut up. The smile he flashed Neil mocked them both at that near-miss. He withdrew completely, leaving just the memory of his heartbeat against Neil's mouth, and spun away. "I'll find Kevin. He's too slow." Neil watched him go, then huffed in frustration and turned back toward the racquet.

Art used with permission by Aymmidumps. Thank you @aymmidumps!

[s0lam33y]

Chapter 1: What are the Possibilities?

Summary: It’s your first day at Northwestern, despite the rocky morning, You and your roommate [riri] are off to a good start and and even better ending.

It wouldn’t let me tag anymore ppl for some reason. @xchoxix @6-noir @goldqueen12 @likemick @pocketsizedpanther @h34rtsformilli @writtenbymarie @jordisblogg @desswright29 @thtgirlllmona @euph0ricx0

Chapter 1: What are the Possibilities?

5:45 AM

You’ve never truly been a morning person. You wish you were but there’s nothing great about them. The eye crust, the bonnet on the floor, the lopsided hair, the drool on your pillow, and the alarm blaring in your ear. But today is different, you went to bed early last night after celebrating with Riri.

She’s lived with you for the past three months but she nearly feels like family to you probably because you’ve known each other since the last two years of medical school. She reminds you of a sister you never had growing up, always reminding you to study and bugging the shit out of you simultaneously.

Celebrating, meaning drinking beers and talking shit about your old medical school professors.

You feel a tug on your shirt as you turn around.

“Jesus, you look fucking rough.” Riri grins and you toss the pillow below your head at her. She stands to the side and stares back at you, a silk durag wrapped around her braids and her body drowning in a black hoodie to match.

“We got work in an hour, so get yo ass up.” She says again. You see the coffee cup in her hands and imagine having your own.

“Breakfast is ready, I gotta go take Roscoe the third out for a walk.” She reminds you. Her dog, she’s had the German Shepherd for a minute as far as you know and you can tell she cares but you don’t let it on your bed at all, let alone your room. You hear it’s paws against the hardwood floor and it’s heavy breathing as it enters your room.

“Riri, I don’t want it in my room.” You groan, shutting your eyes.

“Aight, my bad, Roscoe the Thir-“

“Do you have to call it that everytime?”

“First of all, Roscoe is a he…And that’s HIS name, get the hell up Y/N, I ain’t tryna be late.” She sasses before walking out. You watch the dog tilt it’s head before joining her out of your room.

You don’t bother making your bed as you get out of it. Your room is still pretty empty, just your bed on the side of it and boxes everywhere. You move one out of the way as you walk down the hallway and towards the kitchen.

You smell bacon, and something sweet like waffles or pancakes. When you make it downstairs, your plate is set on the counter and Riri’s is already in the sink.

She’s always been a good cook and other than the dog, you’ve gotten the perfect roommate. You’re sure she’s out walking Roscoe so you don’t look for her.

You scroll through your phone as you eat.

You reply to texts from your mother who’s wishing you good luck on your first day, and a couple friends from medical school.

You hear Riri’s voice before the door opens.

“Sharon, You’ll be aight, highschool is fun. I had fun-….yes the basketball team was fun, try out, you got the moves for it.” She says, entering the space. You’ve never seen her truly have a soft spot for anyone but her sister or mother , her voice is always softer, more caring.

Roscoe is out and he sits next to you as you hold the bacon to your mouth. You don’t even look at him and you look at Riri instead who ends her phone call with a bye and a low ‘love you.’

“You played ball?” You question as she approaches you, kneeling to removing the leash off of her dog.

“Yeah, for five years in highschool and for two years in college, point guard.” She says while standing across from you, still scrolling through her phone.

“Mhm, why’d you quit?”

“I picked medicine, after my dad died, I wanted to save lives so I dropped ball.” She says casually. You suddenly feel the greasy bacon slide down your throat. She looks up at you when the silence becomes deafening.

“Don’t make it a thing, Y/N, I ain’t mean it for no pity, I’m not offended, and if you thinking about apologizing, don’t. It’s the truth, I saw death and I wanted to learn how to prevent it.” She elaborates. You’ve known her for three years and had no idea she even lost a parent. You wouldn’t know unless she said something.

You hear a high-pitched whine and stare at big wide eyes.

“Boy, go sit, I ain’t giving you this bacon.” You murmur, watching the dog obey and sit eagerly. He actually listened. You cut a small piece off and chuck it into his mouth.

“Y/N! He can’t be eating that!”

…

6:20 AM

You and Riri have been assigned lockers right next to each other and you can’t wait to see your lab coats. The hospital is fucking huge and you can’t wait to get a full your from your attending. Riri grabs the baby blue scrubs in front of her and strips immediately.

“You already changing?” You question.

“Y/N, we gotta be ready, you should change too.”’ She advises. You choose to follow it, changing as well. When you’re both done, you run your finger over the embroidery of your name stitched to your white lab coat.

Most hospitals don’t do this for interns but luckily for you, Northwestern does. Riri closes her locker, pulling her box braids into a bun above her head.

“I guess we wait here.” She shrugs. You sit with her as other interns fill the room. Some are from

Prestigious medical schools, other from ones you’ve never heard of a day in your life. You and Riri remain close, listening to some conversation and tuning out others.

Everyone goes silent and you hear a sharp accented voice speak.

“I’m here to get my interns for the day, I need you to move fast, move slow and you will be left behind. Speak while I’m speaking and you can go home, try again another day. If you think you know something, no you don’t. Ask me a question after this week, everyone got it?” She asks. You can’t tell where she’s from but you can hear that she’s African. You can’t see her due to the sea of interns in front of you.

“When I call your names if you miss it, I will not be repeating myself…Adrien Johnson, Kiara Brooks, George Wilson, Liam Rodriguez, Sophia Porter, Y/N, L/N and Rianna Williams.” She says clearly. You and Riri squeeze your way through the crowd and finally see dark blue scrubs.

Shuri Udaku in the fucking flesh. You’ve read so many articles around her. She’s done so much, completely changed hospitals and medical care.

She’s pretty. Real Pretty. If you didn’t know any better you’d think she’s modeling those navy scrubs. Her name is etched on the lab coat.

‘Shuri Aja-Adanna Udaku.’

Tattoos cover her fingers and your sure they’re up her arm but they’re cut off by the scrubs. Her hair is shaved in an undercut and coils cover her forehead. Her hard eyes stare at yours.

“Staring problem?” She questions and Riri locks eyes with you, waiting for you to answer.

“I-“

“Don’t care, let’s go.” She interrupts.

She gives you all a quick tour of the hospital. You’ve never written so quickly before. She’s quick, stern and she’s assigned you all numbers since she doesn’t know your names.

Riri’s four and you’re two.

You, Dr. Udaku , Riri and the rest of the interns are all in the rather large elevator as she’s about to show you all the trauma bay. You’re sure that Riri’s excited and by the way she’s bouncing on her feet, she looks like a kid on Christmas.

One of the interns, who’s name you haven’t memorized yet speaks.

“Dr. Udaku, I love your work, I’ve seen so many article-“ He begins as her eyes cut over to his.

“I don’t care, I get my ass kissed everyday, I don’t care how many articles you’ve seen, I want to find out if you can do what I’ve done. If any of you have comments on my work, don’t mention it…It won’t get you further.” She says and coincidentally the elevator dings. She walks around the hospital like she owns it, and the surgeons around her know she owns the floor too. She ignores most greetings except for one.

A woman that’s around her height with light skin and long black hair that’s pulled back into a ponytail. Her tattoos are much more colorful that her counterpart, covering her neck and almost all of her arms.

“Wassup, A.J.” She smiles, smacking Dr. Udaku’s arm. She doesn’t have her lab coat on so all you see is her I.D and the first thing you notice is how pretty she looks in her photo. You’ve never seen anyone so photogenic.

Her name reads, Vivian Vision. Trauma Department.

“Hello… I’m working.” Dr. Udaku replies.

“I bet she’s scaring all of you, you’ll be fine, good luck on your first day.” She smiles warmly before a patient is rolled right next to all of you. She immediately begins to her to work, asking for stats and her voice fades as she follows the patients.

All of you watch in awe at the way she went from a simple conversation to beginning to save a life.

“The trauma bay can be very active especially in the mornings and at nights.” Shuri picks her lesson back up.

“That shit was so fuckin’ cool.” Riri sighs.

Yes it fucking was.

…

7: 49 AM

For your first day, you all get to watch a surgery with Dr. Udaku. She’s instructed You all to sit in the front, however she’s sitting right behind you. You see her in the reflection of the glass in front of you. Her legs are crossed, her chin resting in her hand and posture straight.

You force your eyes back on the surgery as she leans forward, placing her elbows on her knees. You can feel her eyes on you.

“Two.” She speaks as all the interns turn their head.

“Yes?” You respond. Riri sits next to you, her eyes glued to the surgery and doing her best not to pay attention to the conversation next to her.

“What’s this procedure called?” She asks. You had no idea what it was, she did it on purpose and you realized it now. But you can figure this out.

It’s Orthopedic. There’s a an incision over the thigh so that rules out anything in any other areas. It’s not a double hip replacement as there’s only one metal stem you notice the metal socket as well. You stare at instrument set, all of those are instruments for some kind of hip surgery.

“A total hip replacement.” You state.

“Yes it is, who’s the doctor?” She asks. She showed you all the board almost an hour again and you barely remember it.

She takes your silence as an incorrect answer.

“Anyone want to answer that?” Everyone is silent. You do your best to rack an image of the surgeon in your brain before Riri cuts in.

“Dr. Wyatt Wheatley.” Riri answers.

“Correct, I suggest you all pay attention in the near future, Dr. L/N And Dr. Williams, you will be on my first case next week.” She replies. You smile faintly and when you look into the glass, her eyes are trained on you.

Riri nudges you and whisper-yells.

“We in this shit..We already for first case.” She smiles. You smile back before the both of you look at the case in front of you.

…

1:00 PM.

You’ve been able to watch 2 surgeries today. They were both the same one and she questions everyone on it afterward. Everyone’s doing great but one person flakes. The same guy that tried to compliment her earlier.

His words get caught in his throat as you all sit in the O.R Gallery.

“You don’t seem very prepared, Dr. Johnson. Did you really go through four years or college and four years of medical school, just to flake?” She asks harshly and you feel hurt for him. He seems like the sensitive type and you sympathize with him. He’s a nervous wreck, similiar to the way you were back in College.

“N-no, sorry, can you repeat the question?”

“Why’re your apologizing?” She asks immediately. He rubs his palms on his scrubs as he meets her eyes.

“I-um-“

“Listen, Johnson. I need you to get some tough skin if you’re going to be working with me in the near future, I suggest you get off early to recollect yourself.” She suggests. He shakes his head before speaking.

“I can stay it’s f-fine.” He murmurs.

“Good.” She says briefly, almost like she was testing him.

..

3:53 PM

You all have a five minute break finally. You and Riri don’t click with any of the interns within your group, so you’ve founded a secluded hallway and managed to sit on an empty bed. She’s munching on some chips from the vending machine while you sip on some coke.

You’re both tired but neither of you have brought it up. Dr. Udaku is extremely strict and your brain has been moving too fast. She’s been testing everyone.

You’ve been awake for about 9 hours and you have 3

more to go.

“How you feeling?” You ask Riri. Her eyes drift slowly from her Chips to your face.

“It’s like God wanted to send the fuckin devil so he made her.” She scowls and you can’t help but laugh. She laughs quietly with you before speaking.

“She’s just so mean, what you think?” She asks. And a part of you finds it attractive. You’ve always liked both men and women and you’ve datee an equal amount but one thing you’ve always liked is someone that has their shit together.

She’s knowledgeable but not cocky. She knows her shit and she’s humble about it too. People gravitate towards her, it’s so fucking attractive and her tattoos and sharp jawline don’t help your case. And lord, her accent damn near makes your toes curl.

“Ion know she’s kinda fine.”

“See I knew you was gon’ say some wack ass shit.” Riri chuckles as she crumpled up her empty bag of chips.

“It’s true.” You shrug.

“Yeah, whatever, I get it.” She shrugs. You want to ask her who she thinks is attractive. You remember in medical school when Riri thought she might’ve like guys too but messed around with one one to realize she actually fucking hated it.

She kissed a friend while she was drunk and caught feelings quicker than she did with the guy she knew for a year.

That’s when she knew she only liked girls. You also know her type since you’ve known her for so long.

She doesn’t care for them being feminine or masculine since she’s a mix of both but she’s happened to date a mostly fems, mostly black women.

“Nobody here is pretty to you?”

“Vision, She coo’.” She shrugs. That’s Riri for ‘I’m trying to not make it a big deal but I really think she’s fine.’

You check your Apple Watch.

3:57 PM

looks like breaks over.

…

6:25 PM.

You feel gross now that you’re in your own clothes. Your team of interns is the first to be released and you watch Riri pull her sweatshirt over her body and slam her locker.

Eye bags are evident on her face and a small frown displays on her face as she grabs her car keys from her locker. She releases her hair from its bun and assess you, you’re still in the midst of changing.

“Meet me at the entrance in five, Y/N.” She rasps and yawning while walking past you. You’re the only one in the locker room and you’ve already changed into your flared leggings.

You remove your top, enjoying the fresh air on your skin. A knock forces you to turn around.

Dr. Udaku stands there, taking long strides before being an arms length away. You swear you see her eyes flash on the upper half of your body.

“Be early tomorrow, 7:20 instead of 8. I want you and Williams on rounds.” She speaks. Maybe your seeing things but the smallest smirk appears on that pretty face.

…

7:00 PM

Riri returns home from taking Roscoe out for a walk. She lays on the couch with him. You’ve both agreed to watch a movie together despite the exhaustion. You fill up your bowl of snacks and one for Riri as well.

“You want hot chips? You question, turning around when you’re met with silence. You find Riri knocked out, on her back and sprawled out on the couch, her arm and one leg hanging off of it.

You’re tired too. You walk towards her, grabbing the pillow against her side and placing it below her head. You cover her in a thick plush blanket that’s ended up on the floor (she probably kicked it off.) she luckily got her durag and bonnet on before knocking out. You turn the T.V off and watch Roscoe sleep on top of her feet. Sometimes you think the dog may be cute.

“Night’ Roscoe.” You say, petting the top of his head.

You turn all the lights off and make sure the door is locked and then go into your room. You still have so many boxes bur the first thing you do is fall straight into bed.

You get comfortable beneath the sheets and let sleep take over. Before you’re in too deep though, Dr. Udaku pops up in your brain. She’s so pretty. And you wonder if she has lean abs below those scrubs. Telling by those toned biceps, she just might.

You wonder where she’s from. You were going to ask till you remembered her no question statement earlier. Was she staring at you earlier? Maybe not? There’s no way, someone like her wouldn’t do anything that unprofessional like that. She’s too…harsh.

You’ll find out. Not tonight, but definitely someday.

[shadowdaddies]

Hey do u think u can write a dark manorian x f!reader I think that would be intense

ooh this was my first time writing something like this and it was def intense. thank you for the request💜

Meant to Be

dark!Manorian x fem!reader

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Warnings: kidnapping, implied violence, drugging

Pounding your fists on the bedroom door, you screamed. “Let me out! You cowards, where the fuck is he?” You were out of breath, exhausted from trying to escape the room they’d locked you in. The doors and windows were all sealed shut, and with the raging fireplace and the many layers of skirts in your wedding dress, you were in desperate need of water.

Crumpling to the floor, you sobbed into your hands - mind reeling over the events of the recent hours. The happiest day of your life quickly turned the worst - flashes of your family’s horrified faces, your fiancé’s fear as you were snatched out of his arms. 

You were drawn out of your nightmarish thoughts by the sound of the door clicking open. Two sets of feet were visible from the cracks between your fingers, and you pulled your hands back to see Manon standing over you as Dorian closed the door behind them. She walked around to your side, crouching down to your level. “Oh, my sweet girl. Why are you so upset?” she cooed, bringing a hand to your face to wipe the smudged makeup. 

Your eyes simmered with rage at her audacity. “Why am I upset? Are you fucking kidding me? You kidnapped me from my wedding! Where - where is he?” Your voice broke off as the last question left your mouth. Deep down, you knew where your fiancé was - what they had done with him. But you couldn’t bring yourself to acknowledge it.

Dorian crouched at your other side, a glass of water in his hand as he brushed the hair from your face. You jerked away from his touch, heart racing like the prey that you were, caught between two predators. Dorian tsk’d at your reaction to his touch. “Now, that’s not very nice. I came in here to check on you and bring you water, and this is how you thank me?” 

You glared at him, reluctantly taking the glass with shaky hands and drank down the contents. Instant relief flooded your veins as the water cooled you down, survival mode kicking in. You had to get out of here - if only you could make it to the door, then you could find a window and make your escape. 

A delicate finger tapped the bottom of your chin, angling your face towards Manon. Her golden eyes glowed with pleasure when you looked at her. “Good girl,” she whispered, words dripping with pride. Thumb stroking your cheek, Manon spoke to you as though she were soothing a frightened animal. “See? We’re not here to hurt you. We love you.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but a plan came to mind, and you would need the element of surprise on your side. Dorian stroked your hair again, and this time you tried to seem comforted by the action, turning to face him. He beamed at you, moving his hand down to swipe his thumb across your bottom lip in a display of ownership.

Drawing his hand back, Dorian’s sapphire eyes glittered as he watched your face. Good. You needed to keep their focus away from your hands. You subtly shifted up onto your heels, thankful for the full skirts that hid your movements as you prepared to run. Dorian hummed, watching you in admiration as he spoke. “You’ll be so much happier with us, sweet girl. You won’t even miss that poor excuse of a man.” 

His words snapped the leash you had on your emotions, launching you into action. You smashed the glass against the floor, grabbing shards of glass as you blindly swung them at Manon and Dorian and jumped up towards the door. 

You barely made it two steps before phantom hands wrapped around your ankles, and you fell face first towards the ground before iron nails tore through the back of your dress. You were suspended in the air, Manon holding you with terrifying strength as Dorian walked in front of you. He sighed, twirling the glass shard in his fingers and looked down at you with the same disappointment as a parent might look at a naughty child. “And here I thought you might have come to your senses.”

Manon hauled you to your feet, phantom hands now pinning your hands to your sides as a wave of nausea flooded over you. The room began to spin, and you struggled to focus as Dorian’s voice became a distant echo. “We thought you might need some more time to calm down. I didn’t expect you to drink all of that water, though. You’ll be out for awhile.” 

You felt warm, strong arms scoop you up as the world faded to black, and you realized you would never escape them. “Sleep tight, sweet girl. We’ll be right here when you wake up.”